I accompanied my wife to find a man to have sex with.

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"Soap opera." My wife irritably pressed the remote control, aimlessly changing channels. I glanced at her, knowing exactly why she was so agitated. If someone asked me what the difference was between a 31-year-old woman and a 21-year-old girl, it would be that a 31-year-old woman no longer hides her sexual desires, a desire that even surprises ordinary men. My wife leaned lazily against the sofa. "Honey, have you ever slept with other women before?" she asked provocatively. "No!" I answered crisply, but in my mind, I was already planning how to deal with her persistent questioning. "But Xiaoli admitted that you two had 'that' between you," my wife continued. Xiaoli was my ex-girlfriend and also a close friend of my wife's. To be honest, Xiaoli and I had indeed had sex once or twice, but that was all in the past. My wife came over, straddled my lap, and wrapped her arms around my neck, saying, "Honey, confess! Have you slept with other women before?" After much torment, I couldn't withstand her interrogation and had to admit to having had sex with Xiaoli once. "I don't care if you and Xiaoli had that kind of thing, as long as you're as passionate towards me as you are towards Xiaoli," my wife said. I knew that my wife's desire was burning brightly. That night, although I used all my strength to satisfy my wife's sexual desire, she was still not satisfied and repeatedly asked for another round. Exhausted, I no longer had the strength to satisfy my wife's ever-growing desire. My wife and I lay in bed in silence. I stared blankly at the ceiling, while my wife murmured to herself, "Honey, I've never slept with another man, but you've slept with other women. I want to too..." "You dare! If you really do that, we'll get a divorce!" I said angrily. "Honey, I don't want to do that, but I'm so frustrated. You know, every time I go out, when I pass that dance hall across the street, I can't control myself and want to go in." My wife turned her head, pushed my arm, and said seriously, "Just once! If you hate me afterward, we can get a divorce." My wife pleaded. I remained silent. My wife, consumed by lust, had made those "transgressive" requests several times. By now, I knew I couldn't stop her. If she really wanted to do something "transgressive" behind my back, what could I do? But I still held onto a sliver of hope and pleaded, "The people in the dance hall are too complicated. What if a weak woman like you encounters a bad person?" "It's okay, you can protect me." My wife excitedly kissed my cheek. I almost fainted when I heard her words, but after calming down, I realized she had a point. Since she was determined to do that kind of thing, I should protect her, even if it meant doing something "transgressive." "Whatever! Do whatever you want!" I sighed helplessly. "You really agreed!" My wife kissed me passionately with joy. The next afternoon, my wife, wearing a thin, low-cut blouse and a pretty light green skirt, stood excitedly in front of the mirror, getting ready. I watched her, bewildered. My wife was beautiful and had a well-proportioned figure; she was the kind of woman men found attractive. Before leaving, she took two birth control pills. I knew she was really going to cheat this time. I accompanied her downstairs and across the street. Just as we were about to enter the dance hall across the street, she stopped me, saying, "Let's stay away from home. What if we run into someone we know? That would be so embarrassing!" So, we took a taxi south to a dance hall far from home. Afraid of being seen, we quickly entered. The lights were dim. My wife and I stood on the edge of the dance floor, her eagerly searching for a target. A short while later, a man approached and asked my wife to dance. After dancing with him for a while, she returned to my side. Clearly, she wasn't interested in him. After a while, a tall man came over and asked my wife to dance. I saw a look of surprise and delight in her eyes; I knew she was interested. I could only stand by the dance floor, watching my wife dance with that tall man, feeling utterly miserable. Disturbed, I left the dance floor to buy a beer. When I returned, I found my wife and the man gone. I frantically searched everywhere and finally found them in a dimly lit corner. I went over and saw the man with one arm around my wife, while his other hand was groping her. My wife was breathing heavily with excitement. When my wife saw me approaching, she immediately pushed the man away, straightened her dress, and the man withdrew his hand. My wife stood up, pointed at me, and said to the man, "This is my husband!" Then, she whispered in my ear, "I've told him our plan, and he agreed to do it in our house!" "No way!" I refused flatly. "How can we bring a stranger to our house? Besides, what if the neighbors see us?" I whispered in my wife's ear. My wife turned back and whispered something to the man. The man hesitated for a moment, then whispered to my wife that his friend had a spare room where they could go, and my wife and I agreed. My wife, the tall man, and I left the dance hall and quickly got into a taxi. I sat in the front, while my wife and the man sat in the back. Through the rearview mirror, I saw the man holding my wife tightly, and my wife leaning against him obediently, a strange smile occasionally flashing across her face. The taxi soon stopped in front of a twenty-story apartment building. The man told my wife that he would go up first, and we would follow later, and he left the apartment number. Then, the man got into an elevator. My wife and I stood downstairs for a while, then got into another elevator. It was just the two of us in that one. My wife held my hand tightly, a mixture of nervousness and excitement on her face. The elevator slowly ascended. Suddenly, I remembered something and quickly asked my wife, "Did you bring a condom?" "No! But I took two birth control pills!" my wife replied. "Birth control pills aren't 100% effective. You have to use a condom!" I insisted. My wife retorted, "I don't like condoms. I like the feeling of direct penetration and ejaculation." My wife's face was red; she was clearly a little angry. The elevator arrived, and my wife and I stepped out. The hallway was empty. My wife looked at the door number, then looked around to make sure no one was there. Just as she was about to knock, I quickly stopped her, saying, "Don't rush. Wait here. I'll go buy some condoms and be right back. Don't go in or out. Wait for me!" I anxiously instructed her, then rushed downstairs to buy condoms. When I returned, the hallway was empty; my wife was nowhere to be seen. I knew she had gone inside. I knocked on the door, and the man opened it. I rushed into the living room and saw my wife, her face flushed, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, her hair disheveled, and her shirt unbuttoned. "Did you buy it?" my wife asked impatiently. I quickly handed her condoms, and she picked one out and went into the bedroom. The door slammed shut; the man was already waiting inside. I sat alone on the sofa, lost in thought. A short while later, I heard my wife's moans of pleasure coming from the bedroom. Although she tried to keep her voice down, I could hear them clearly. I knew my wife was having sex with that man. Suddenly, my wife screamed. I was startled and turned to look at the bedroom door. It was tightly shut. Then, there was no more sound from inside. I nervously stood at the doorway, unsure whether to rush in. After a while, I heard whispers from inside. My heart slowly calmed down. Just as I sat back down on the sofa, the bedroom door suddenly opened. I turned to look and could hardly believe my eyes. My wife was standing naked in the doorway, her pubic hair sticky with semen. Her face was flushed. She walked up to me shyly and asked, "Honey, do you have any more condoms?" "What's wrong?" I asked. "I used too much force with the first one, and it broke!" she said embarrassedly. "Once is enough, let's go!" I said impatiently. "I want to do it again! It's none of your business!" she snapped angrily, snatching a dozen condoms from my hand. She walked naked into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. I sat there in the living room, feeling utterly miserable. A moment later, my wife's excited moans came from the bedroom, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I knew she was arousing me. After what seemed like an eternity, my wife's excited moans finally stopped. The bedroom door opened, and the man walked out and disappeared into the bathroom. I quickly slipped into the bedroom.

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