The Story of Three

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I knew how the story began, but I never expected the ending. I met my husband in 1993 and we got married in 1996. By 2005, we had been together for 12 years. Married friends probably understand that after 12 years, love has long since faded, and the realities of life have transformed it into familial affection. My husband and I are currently like the left hand touching the right. I won't go into details about our married life and its process; you can experience the feelings for yourselves. I let my husband sleep with another woman, and it was a three-way relationship. We haven't had children after many years of marriage, and we need to focus on our careers, so it's always been just the two of us. After being together for so long, we both started to experience a kind of aesthetic fatigue and needed something new. We considered divorce, but we couldn't bear to leave each other. Then the root of the problem came up again: we both lost interest in sex. My husband said he wanted to have sex with someone else, to try something different. Whether it was for the sake of seeking excitement or something else, I actually agreed with his idea. We were both looking for opportunities, both hoping for a different kind of life. Our neighbor was a well-behaved and gentle girl who was pursuing her PhD here alone; her husband lived in another city. Loneliness and a sense of connection brought us closer. I would occasionally joke about her and my husband, and she wouldn't object; my husband would secretly smile sweetly. I asked my husband, "Do you like her? Do you want to have sex with her?" My husband was a little embarrassed. He said, "I used to say I wanted to have sex with someone, but that was just a joke. I wouldn't have sex with a strange woman." I jokingly said, "Let them develop their feelings slowly." The opportunity came in October 2005. The last typhoon swept through our city, and we were well-prepared based on the weather forecast. Returning home from shopping, I bumped into her. I asked her if she was ready, and she said her advisor had asked her to come to his house and would pick her up soon. I said, "Since you're alone, why don't you stay at your advisor's house? It's awkward at other people's homes. The three of us can play cards and chat." She agreed and called her advisor to tell him not to come. We were all from out of town. Everyone else had left, leaving only the three of us at the research center because we lived there. The typhoon was huge. We kept the doors and windows closed and waited for it to end. We talked a lot; this was the first time we'd been so close since we'd known each other for over a year. My girlfriend and I slept in the bed, while my husband slept on the sofa in the same room, just in case anything happened. The wind and rain raged all night, but we remained calm and peaceful. The next morning, we discovered the typhoon had caused significant damage; trees were broken, and the power was out. The radio reported that a city was completely flooded. Luckily, our area wasn't in the typhoon's epicenter. My husband and girlfriend worked at a research institute; they didn't have to work, but I had to go. Because we had prepared the day before, we had plenty of food and drink. I went to work, leaving the two of them behind. At that moment, I didn't think about anything else; work was the most important thing. My husband called and said that the center's leaders said our area had too many broken power lines due to the typhoon, and repairs couldn't be completed immediately, so there would be no power for the next 20 days, meaning we could have about a 20-day holiday. My husband was very happy; he could rest. Oh no! I had to go back to work, because my workplace is in the city, and there was no power outage there. Worried he'd be bored, I half-jokingly said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't have sex with a woman you didn't have feelings for? Now you have a chance to cultivate those feelings!" There was a cheerful laugh on the other end of the phone. When I got home, I saw them chatting together. Since there was nothing to do, they cooked something together. Because of the experiment, the girl's office had a generator, which could maintain the refrigerator's temperature and also be used for the computer. Without the computer, my husband was like a mother without children. They told me they ate lunch together and then went online together. After the girl went home to sleep, lying in bed, I asked my husband, "How are you feeling?" My husband hugged me and said, "Wife, I only love you in this world." I believe in our love, truly. I felt an inexplicable flutter in my heart, a strong urge to see my husband making love with someone else. I believe that loving someone means making them happy; if he's happy, I'm happy too. Besides, a little excitement is needed to spice up our relationship—that's my personal opinion. I also wanted to know if my husband would actually have sex with her. I kept teasing him with my words, and my husband said, "Don't say I'm being too forward; you're making me so itchy." But I emphasized one point: because I love you, I'm letting you have sex with someone else. I want you to be happy. If you have sex with her, I want to be there to watch. And you absolutely cannot have sex with her alone, or our love will end. My husband was already sleepy and vaguely agreed to my demands. I can't imagine what the following days would be like. I went to work during the day, and they lived their lives together slowly. When I came home at night, we joked around a bit, and my husband told me he felt pretty good, just like it was fun, like a game. After half a month, they had developed a little bit of affection for each other, and they would blush at the occasional unintentional joke. I knew they still hadn't crossed that threshold. The girl's husband visited the city in August and left in September, so it had been a month since they had been intimate. Perhaps she was missing him. The electricity came back on, but they still cooked and ate together, showing no signs of wanting to separate. When I got home, we usually chatted for a while. I can't remember how we talked about sex one day after dinner. From the conversation, I learned that she hadn't watched any adult films. I suddenly remembered that I had several AV films downloaded from the internet on my husband's office computer. I suggested that she take her laptop to my husband's office and I copy them for her. We went out together and headed straight to the destination, where I copied all my adult films for her. On the way back, I suggested that we watch them at my house. She didn't object, and my husband didn't say anything. We went back inside, sat on the sofa, and watched the films together. My husband was embarrassed and stayed in his room. The films were intense, and we were both getting a little excited. I stood up, grabbed a bottle of water, and gave her one too. Then I asked my husband, who was in the inner room, if he wanted some water. He opened the door and took the water from my hand. I immediately grabbed him and said we should watch together. He disagreed, so I dragged him to the sofa, pressed him between us, and we all started watching the video. She didn't react at all, nor did she seem inclined to leave. I wondered what she was thinking. —We weren't all calm. I glanced at my husband and her faces; they looked a little excited, their faces flushed. I knew the game had begun. I nudged my husband's arm, urging him to take action. He glared at me, meaning I should shut up. I ignored him. I knew they were embarrassed, and I had to do something to help them. So I stood up and grabbed a thin sheet to cover us, making things a little more discreet. With this thin layer of cover, my husband became bolder. Because we were sitting on the sofa, I could secretly see his hand slowly slipping down her back, gently caressing her waist through her clothes. She trembled slightly but didn't resist. My husband grew bolder, gently unbuttoning the back of her shirt and slowly sliding his hand under her slender waist. She was 1.6 meters tall and weighed just over 90 pounds, quite thin. His hands gently caressed her from top to bottom, and she didn't resist. Feeling more at ease, he slowly moved his hands up her waist, reaching towards her chest. I clearly felt her whole body tremble, but when my husband's hands touched her breasts, I looked at her face—a mixture of ecstasy and anticipation. My husband, excited, touched her breast with one hand. He slowly used his other hand to untie the bra strap and began to caress her wantonly. She began to moan softly, her eyes becoming hazy. My husband, already excited, removed her top, lying half-naked in a corner of the sofa, passionately kissing her breasts. Actually, I was also very excited; I'll never forget that scene. She offered no resistance, only wrapping her arms around my husband's neck, responding with kisses. I told my husband to carry her inside, and he actually stood up to pick her up, but I don't know if he was too excited and weak, because he couldn't lift her. I think he should go to the gym more often. My husband half-carried, half-pulled her into the house and closed the door behind him. It was dark inside, and I felt a little abandoned. I secretly followed her to the door, eavesdropping. But there were no other sounds. Anyway, after a few minutes in the room, I heard her say to my husband, "No, no," and so on. I heard my husband reply, "Okay, okay, I'll just hold you." Nothing more was done, and soon they came out, both of them looking awkward. After she left, I asked my husband if they had done it. My husband said no, that she was scared and we were just holding each other. He said I had to respect her wishes, and I didn't want to force it, but I already knew this was a breakthrough; I knew she liked me and was starting to accept me. I said there was still one more step, and I had to give him one more push. I told him he had to treat me well from now on and not change his mind. My husband promised. Actually, I know my husband loves me very much; we just lack passion. I decided to go see what she was doing. When I got to her house, she had just finished showering. I said to her...She came to my room to chat with me. We slept in bed, while my husband slept on the sofa, like during a typhoon. She initially didn't want to come, but after much persuasion, she agreed, though she needed to dry her hair. I told her I had to go first and take a shower, and she could come over when she was done. She came over shortly after I showered, and we got into bed and chatted, though I can't remember exactly what we talked about. My husband didn't come in; he slept on the sofa in the living room. I said to her, "How about this, it's a bit cold outside, I'll ask my husband to come to bed." She said no, please don't mind. I reassured her that my husband would have his own blanket, and I would sleep in the middle with her. She nodded in agreement. I went out to call my husband in; he seemed a little embarrassed. I said, "It's just a chat, is that alright?" I pulled him in, and we started chatting. But we were both distracted, talking about completely unrelated things. It was late, and I knew they were still a little uncomfortable. I deliberately went to the bathroom and when I came back to bed, I squeezed my husband into the middle, saying I wasn't used to sleeping in the middle, so he could sleep there. I then pulled her blanket over him. I was actually very conflicted. To be honest, I didn't want my husband to have sex with her at all; this game was just to test his feelings, to see if he could hold out. Maybe I was a little despicable, forgetting the girl's feelings, but people also crave something different when they're bored. Deep down, I also wanted to see how my husband had sex with someone else. These two feelings were contradictory, but they seemed somewhat connected. In the darkness, I could only feel them kissing, caressing, and rolling around. The heavy breathing and low sounds of rejection made me afraid to move, whether afraid of ruining their time or worried that they actually did it, I didn't even understand myself. But I could sense that nothing happened between them all night, because I couldn't feel the bed shaking or making any noise. He slept with her in his arms all night; everyone slept naked because I secretly lifted the corner of my husband's blanket and snuggled up to his back. She was petite, and her whole body was nestled in my husband's arms. At that moment, I wanted my husband to hold me like before, but I'm too tall, 169 cm. My husband used to say it was hard to carry me, but he didn't say that when we first got married. He loved holding my big baby. Dawn broke, and the girl got dressed and left. My husband and I were very sleepy, so we went back to sleep, each in our own rooms. I forgot to add that this was a few days before the end of the worst typhoon to hit New Orleans, the weekend before Tbnksgiving. When I woke up, I jokingly asked my husband if he hadn't succeeded, but I already knew the answer. I invited her over for lunch, and she didn't refuse. For the next few days, we stayed together every day, but it was limited to my husband holding her while sleeping; nothing more happened. It seems my husband is still trying to cultivate a relationship with her, since I was at work during the day and didn't know their specific situation. She might be thinking about what to do next. The real day arrived on Tbnksgiving. During the long weekend, she told us she was going to stay with a friend in Orlo for a few days; she left in the morning. Actually, I was secretly happy. I could have a few quiet days alone with my husband, and I also wanted to talk to him about this. I emphasized again, "Honey, I just want you to be happy because I love you." Maybe you think I'm weird or have mental problems; I've read everyone's replies. However, I don't agree with them having sex; there are other issues. I hope my husband can firmly reject my strange idea and stop going with her. But he told me she's fallen for him. She told him she didn't want to go to Orlo at all, she just wanted to be with him, but she wanted to calm down. The more I outwardly encouraged him to continue seeing her, the more I was inwardly opposed. But I had already said it, and I couldn't take it back, and I wanted to see how things would develop. So I made a bet with him: if she came back because he wouldn't go to Orlo, they could have sex, on one condition: he couldn't have sex with her alone. He said he absolutely wouldn't, because he only loves me. We were each other's first love; neither of us had dated before we met. I have a straightforward personality, probably because I was born and raised in Chongqing, maybe because I eat too much chili. But my husband and I had no choice in what we did in the days that followed. That afternoon, I saw her car return, and a chill ran down my spine. It was the worst I could have imagined. Since I'd already started, I decided to play the good guy and went to see her, asking why she'd come back. She said the drive was too far and she felt tired, so she didn't want to go anymore. During our conversation, I couldn't help but lie. I told her, "Do you know my husband likes you? But why am I not angry? You know, our marriage has long been a sham, the love is long gone. We're only together for the sake of our status and mutual support. Don't be afraid, I already have someone else in my heart. You should pursue the person you love." She also told me some of her own stories. Her husband was her teacher, and it was with his encouragement that she continued her studies abroad for graduate school. He was still in China and didn't want to come. They weren't officially married; the marriage certificate was forged by her husband in China so he could come abroad to see her. I realized she was actually a free agent, because her mentor in China was her husband's former university class advisor. Her husband helped her get into graduate school without taking the entrance exam, and later, it was her mentor who sent her abroad on a government scholarship. Perhaps she didn't love her husband at all, but simply offered herself to him out of desperation. I asked about her sex life, and she said it was infrequent. Before, when they lived in China, they were separated by about a 4-5 hour drive, and she rarely went back. This time, her husband had been here for over a month, and they had only made love twice. Everyone thought it was a bit strange; she and her husband hadn't seen each other for over a year, and only twice—that was too few. I asked her if she liked my husband, and she nodded. I said, "Wait a minute, I'll call my husband over so we can talk." My husband came over, and I said, "I'll go cook first, you two talk." I excused myself and left, leaving the two of them alone. My heart was bleeding, but I had to endure it. They stayed for about an hour, during which time I couldn't do anything. My mind was blank, my thoughts were in turmoil, and I really hoped they would come over soon and not leave me alone in the room. I had the urge to eavesdrop at her door, and even considered breaking in, but I restrained myself. My husband came home alone first, beaming, his face flushed, and his eyebrows dancing with delight. I suppressed my anger and asked, "Didn't you promise me you wouldn't have sex with her alone? Did you two do it?" My husband washed his hands, hugged me, and said, "Wife, I promised you I wouldn't have sex. We just touched and kissed, and honestly, she gave me oral sex." I stood up abruptly, furious. "You, you, you..." I couldn't find the right words to say. My husband pulled me close and said gently, "Wife, thank you for giving me a different feeling. I really felt like I was back to the first time I made love with you, my heart was pounding, it was so exciting and thrilling. It's all because of you. I'll never forget you, I'll love you until I die." Poor woman, she lost her mind after being coaxed by sweet words. "Keep cooking, call her over to eat with us." My husband went to call her without hesitation, leaving me, this idiot, to continue cooking. She took a shower after dinner, and my husband told me a secret.com">24-hour uninterrupted update of the latest online videos from Japan, Korea, Europe, and the United States. In the days before my husband's holiday, while I was at work, she had already secretly performed oral sex on him. I know my husband is a germaphobe, and he would never do that for her. Also, my husband hates body hair and thinks it's dirty. They had even showered together, so one afternoon he shaved her body completely clean. But I still want to emphasize that they didn't have sex. I believed him. Actually, I don't understand myself at all, and I still don't understand what I was doing. Maybe everyone thinks it's impossible for such a thing to happen, but it really happened in my life. Read on. After dinner, everyone should know what was going to happen, right? This was their first real sexual encounter. It didn't last long, but it was intense. I remained quietly on the side. Actually, I couldn't see anything in the dark, only I could feel it. The men all fell into a deep sleep afterward. I didn't sleep a wink all night, and neither did she. I saw her cover him with a blanket in the middle of the night and gently kiss his face. The three of us slept like that all night, though only one of us actually slept. Who can understand how we felt? I was disappointed and sad, while she was happy and content. Around 5 a.m., my husband woke up. We all got up to go to the bathroom, rinsed our mouths to clear our breath, and then went back to bed. My husband was the last to wash up. When he went, I asked her how she felt, and she said she felt comfortable. We started to relax a bit; we were all more familiar with each other and could chat and laugh. While I was in the bathroom, I secretly turned up the air conditioner temperature. As dawn broke, the temperature rose, and they couldn't stay covered up properly. I secretly wrote the same word repeatedly on my husband's back with my finger, reminding him to continue. We made love. He was actually holding her the whole time, his back to me. I gently kissed my husband's back, making him feel ticklish. He couldn't resist, his hands started to wander, and she began to react intensely, hiding in my husband's arms and kissing his penis passionately. I could vaguely see it, but I was too embarrassed to sit up and look, and it wasn't very bright yet, so I just stayed still, giving them a moment of peace. But my husband couldn't resist and lay on top of her again. He was moving up and down, the blanket on his waist, and all I could see were her breasts, small and perky. I had an urge to touch them, but I still didn't dare. Afterwards, we were both exhausted, and when I woke up it was already noon. This long weekend we repeated the same thing, and I didn't see much. She was quite considerate; when I went to work, they would cook lunch together. Then I went to work. When I got home in the evening, she was usually not there. Oh, I forgot to mention, when she first came, we took her grocery shopping, but nothing happened, it was all normal. Four months later, she bought a car, and then a friend of mine had two children who needed to learn Chinese. I didn't have time, so I introduced her to the program. She's been teaching children for almost a year now. Before, she went to class on weekends, but after we got together, she changed her schedule, going on weekdays and resting on weekends. So she comes home quite late in the evenings, and we usually go to bed first. But I can't be intimate with my husband anymore. He doesn't touch me much, he just holds me while we sleep. I asked him how he felt, and he felt like the happiest and most content person in the world because he had no burden in his heart. I know that I even condoned him doing those things. But he still feels guilty, after all, we still have feelings for each other. He really said he was very grateful to me for letting him experience a completely different process, and he continues his vow. But I'm starting to feel a little gloomy. Seeing him enjoying himself makes me very unhappy, but we don't show it. I think what attracts her to my husband is the same thing I feel: he's smart and outstanding. He's the youngest in his family; his older brother is a renowned doctor, and his sister and brother-in-law are both professors, having studied engineering. His brother-in-law also runs his own business and is very well-off. My husband's father was persecuted during the Cultural Revolution and died near the end. However, he was exonerated; if he hadn't been persecuted (he died at 33), he would have been a provincial governor. He himself is ambitious and musically inclined, playing the guitar and harmonica exceptionally well. He can play any instrument he can sing beautifully. He often performs for us, which is something he's very proud of. So I think she's growing increasingly fond of him, and I'm a little scared. My mother-in-law arrived in the US about three weeks after Thanksgiving. In the past three weeks, I haven't actually been home during the day, so I don't know what they've been doing, but I still believe my husband's vow that he will never have sex with her alone. She seems to enjoy these days, buying groceries and cooking for my husband. My husband hates cooking, but he's okay at everything else. We all got along peacefully, except that we mostly made love at night, which I couldn't see clearly, and I wouldn't join in; I stuck to my principles. My mother-in-law's arrival brought a lot of inconvenience, but I told her that this girl was all alone here, and everyone knows America is lonely; we weren't in school, and there weren't many Chinese people around. So we cooked together. My mother-in-law is a good person and didn't say anything. She started cooking lunch for the two of them since I wasn't home for lunch. But I cooked dinner, and the four of us ate together. My mother-in-law didn't notice anything amiss. This made it less convenient for her to come to our house on weekends, but she did come secretly, leaving very early in the morning; my mother-in-law got up at 5 am. During this time, I learned they had an argument. The reason was that before, we only had one car, and starting in 2006, my husband needed to commute to another city, less than two hours away. So after my mother-in-law arrived, the four of us went to a car dealership together. We asked her to accompany my mother-in-law so my husband and I could negotiate with the dealer, etc. We spent a whole day there, most of which was spent with my husband looking at cars, while she stayed with my mother-in-law. The price wasn't right, and then a friend of mine happened to be selling a used car, which we thought was good, so we gave up on the new car. She didn't say anything when we got back that day; it was a Saturday.The next day, she didn't come over at noon, and my husband went to her office to look for her in the afternoon. Later, my husband told me that she felt like an outsider, not fully integrated into his life, and that buying a car without consulting her was pointless, so she wanted to break up. I didn't want to find out exactly what they talked about, but anyway, she came over for dinner that evening. Around Christmas, her friend's family came to visit. They didn't come very often, but one day when I was at work, my husband took my mother-in-law, her, and her friend's family to the park. She was very happy that I wasn't there. However, I learned from my husband that her friend had noticed something was wrong with her towards him; her eyes were strange. She didn't object, admitting she just liked him. Her friend was also having an affair. This woman was my husband's classmate, but she was more successful than him; she was also on a government scholarship, had her own research project, and even helped my husband with his studies. Back in China, she was already with a married man, but he divorced his wife for her and gave her 300,000 yuan of his savings. However, she didn't divorce him for the sake of her child, but she never had sex with her husband anymore. I don't know what her husband was thinking, but anyway, he came to America. They continued to maintain this family even without love, which wasn't easy. Before the New Year, her friend left. We went to see the New Year's fireworks together. While waiting for the fireworks, she told my husband that it was New Year's Day and she wanted to spend the night with him. After returning home, my husband started to get restless, tossing and turning in bed. Actually, I didn't want him to go; I wanted to spend it alone with him. We hadn't had sex in a long time, and I felt he had been "clean" for a week. I was torn between wanting it and not wanting it. But judging from his expression, he had no interest in me at all. Since he couldn't sleep, I figured I might as well give in to him. I said, "Let's go to his room together. It's inconvenient for her to come over. Anyway, Mom knows we're sleeping in tomorrow, so she'll go out for a stroll, and we'll sneak back home." My husband completely agreed with me. We knocked on the door, and she opened it. After going in, she was a little uncomfortable, but she quickly adapted. Because she only had one large blanket, and the bed was very small, a full-size one. I got into bed and lay down first. They sat beside me, looking a little uncomfortable. I said, "Come on in, it's late." They slowly got in too. But because we were sharing a blanket, everyone felt awkward and a bit restrained. A strange thought welled up inside me. It was still quite hot with three people under one blanket, so I said, "Take off your pajamas, I like to sleep naked." Saying that, I stripped myself completely naked. They didn't move, and I got a little annoyed. I said, "We're not doing anything, it's just too hot. It's not fair if you don't take them off. I'm not having it!" My husband had no choice but to take them off, and she did too. A friend just said that my husband doesn't want to hurt her feelings and never touches me, which I didn't understand at the time. Now I know. I've never made love to my husband in front of her, only behind her back. The foreplay lasted a long time; my husband kept touching her, both top and bottom. I could feel his hands moving. My husband's hands were already making her very aroused, but I kept writing things on his back that only we understood, basically telling him to have sex with her. I was already eager to see their performance. Finally, we went in, and they began to moan with pleasure. Wanting a better view, I turned on the bedside lamp. They seemed a little uncomfortable at first, but slowly, the pleasure numbed them. I saw it all clearly, and I felt a real, tangible pleasure myself. Actually, I couldn't resist any longer. I turned to my side and kissed her neck. She didn't resist and responded gently. I grew bolder and gently slid my hand towards her breasts. She trembled. Her reaction became even more intense. I felt my husband was going crazy with excitement, with two women with him. My husband lowered his head to kiss my face, and I pulled away somewhat reluctantly. But I became more open and started kissing her breasts. That night, we both had orgasms. In the days that followed, everything became more natural. My husband went to work in another city and only came back on weekends. My mother-in-law got up too early, and I didn't have time to spend with her. My husband asked her to spend more time with my mother-in-law, and she got up at 6 a.m. every morning to take her for a walk, which was very kind of her. On the weekend, my husband and I got up early so she could rest. We hadn't had sex for two weeks, mainly because we didn't have time; my husband wanted to spend more time with his mother. She's only staying here for three months, and he also has to work. I know they've been communicating by phone and MSN. I'm starting to feel a little jealous of them, really. By this point, I didn't want to continue. I tried talking to my husband, and he said that once my mother comes, he could keep her company during the day. I said I could keep her company myself. I secretly resolved to get up early and take my mother-in-law for a walk. Actually, my mother-in-law really wanted me to accompany her; she was very happy. The other girl, however, wasn't so happy and barely spoke the whole way. We agreed to leave at 6 a.m. But one day I slept in a little longer, maybe five minutes, and they were already gone. I chased after them, but this time they went in the opposite direction. I was so disappointed; there was nothing I could do. When my mother-in-law came back, I couldn't hold back anymore. I asked her why she didn't wait for me or call me. She told me that the girl said I was tired from work and should sleep a little longer. I then asked why they took different routes, and my mother-in-law said it was the girl's suggestion. I was a little dissatisfied and started complaining to my husband. He spoke up for her, and I softened and let it go. This was the beginning of a mistake. My husband still said the same thing: he only loves me, he will never change his mind, and his relationship with her was just lust. I felt relieved. Actually, my mother-in-law had asked me about it; she felt that the girl looked at my husband strangely, like she was obsessed. I just smiled and let it go. I love my husband, and he actually told me most of the story. This girl really liked to give my husband oral sex, which my husband greatly admired, saying she was better than me, and I didn't really like that. He also told me that she couldn't compare to Pan Jinlian in appearance, but her lewdness was even greater. She was very sensitive and could reach orgasm just by touching his breasts. She also liked to eat semen and didn't find it disgusting at all. Actually, my husband himself thought it was a little disgusting, but he didn't refuse. I couldn't do that at all. He thought she was a beauty, but only for sex. Seeing his frankness, I felt more at ease, only asking to see her performance, which my husband agreed to. I'm looking for an opportunity to see more clearly. My mother-in-law has started to dislike the girl because whenever she and my husband argue, the girl stops coming over; it takes my husband ages to call her. My dissatisfaction is also becoming more apparent. My mother-in-law doesn't want my husband to call her, but he goes anyway. She repeatedly asks me what their relationship is, and I say it's mainly because there are only three Chinese people living here, and we look after each other and shouldn't overthink it. My mother-in-law also warned me not to let a wolf into the house, but I know the root of the problem best myself. My mother-in-law says she doesn't like the girl coming to our house because her son and daughter-in-law haven't cooked for us, and we cook for her every day at noon. I don't know if she said it intentionally or not, but I'm quite pleased. My mother-in-law also hinted that the girl looks old and strongly agrees that a first marriage is best because my father-in-law died when she was 32 and she didn't remarry. She doesn't like divorced women and finds them uncomfortable. She really likes me and is very considerate and attentive. I won't go into details about how attentive I am. Let's get back to the point. My husband has been staying near his workplace for four nights alone, and I'm very worried about his well-being. But my mother-in-law is home, so I can't go. Her opportunity came. She cooked soup and food, even skipping her tutoring job, and delivered it to my husband. Luckily, we were on the phone all night, so I knew she was coming, but she didn't. This further reinforced my husband's vows and made me believe it was all a game. I knew all their conversations, and my husband put his phone in his pocket; they didn't have sex. These superficial signs still confused me. I genuinely thought my husband only loved me, but I completely overlooked the fact that they also have feelings for each other. Then this girl drove two hours to deliver the food, stayed for an hour, and then came back without staying overnight. The journey took four hours. I really admire her and was slightly touched. But I didn't know a single word of the sweet talk my husband and she exchanged online. It seems my husband was very good at sweet-talking her, to the point that she liked him even more. Actually, I felt a little happy. The fact that another woman liked my husband meant he was excellent. People said I was weird, but it was really my feeling. I also felt like I had the upper hand, a bit of a competition for his affection, because I felt my husband's heart was with me. Actually, he still had feelings for me, but not entirely; I just hadn't realized it yet. In a daze, March arrived. My mother-in-law left, giving me a warning before she left: move out and don't let that woman come to our house anymore, she was afraid something bad would happen. But things had already happened, and it was too late. The crazy days began. With my mother-in-law gone, I became even more open. Weekends were basically spent in bed until noon. I practically didn't have sex with my husband, letting him conserve his energy. She reached climax easily, but men always have a desire to conquer, to make her feel completely lost. My husband told me on the phone that he really wanted to make her feel incredibly good one day. Maybe we should try some additives. I went to Drugsto to look at some medicine, but I was a little embarrassed and hesitant to use it. So we drank some...We ordered two jin (1 catties) of strong vodka. I told my husband beforehand not to drink, but to drink with her; I wanted to get drunk with her. When the vodka arrived, I don't know if she was trying to challenge me, but she really started drinking glass after glass with me. We were really drinking; I didn't let my husband drink. My alcohol tolerance is pretty good, but hers is much lower. It was at this point that she told the truth: "You're playing a game with me, let's see who can take it." My reaction was a little slow, but I clearly remember what she said. She complimented my looks, saying even her boss said I was beautiful, that she couldn't compare to me, but that I was the one who abandoned my husband because I said I didn't love him anymore and had an affair, which is why she slept with him. She said she knew she had another marriage and would resolve it at the appropriate time. She also said, "I know you two have a long-standing relationship, and there are other reasons why you won't divorce right now. But I don't want to think about the future." All I could say was continue my lies, because I had already started, and there was no going back. My husband watched us from the side, his eyes full of happiness and tenderness. After drinking a little over a jin, she was completely exhausted. Her whole body went limp, and my husband picked her up and took her to the room. I stood up and followed her inside; I actually wanted to check on her. I tried to take off her clothes, but my husband wouldn't let me. I just held her, but I insisted, and tried to forcibly undress her. Just then, she called my name and said she needed a basin because she wanted to vomit. Hearing that, I sobered up considerably; I felt so disgusted. I quickly grabbed a basin, and she vomited. My husband hugged her from behind, complaining that I had gotten her drunk. I felt wronged; I had actually drunk just as much as she had. I was just pretending, though. I was a little sad; he didn't care about my feelings at all. But I still had some sense. I emptied her vomit, repeating this several times. I thought she wouldn't vomit anymore, so I told my husband to give her a bath and then let her sleep. She kept apologizing to me for being drunk and kept calling my husband's name, saying she loved him. I was speechless. When my husband was bathing her, she vomited again. It looked like she could only sleep tonight. I watched her fall asleep and asked my husband if he liked her, otherwise why was he so protective of her? His answer was a curt "no." I said since she understood we were just playing around, and that people speak the truth when they're drunk, then let's do it for real. I want to film and take photos. He said he'd tell her tomorrow. The next day, she woke up, and we were still in bed, which was quite funny. We insisted on washing up before going back to bed; they were expecting something, and I don't like stuffy air. Actually, they started flirting again, ignoring my presence. I knew exactly what I was going to do. So I nudged my husband's back; he understood what I wanted to do. When she was comfortable, he told me to get the DV camera. I went quickly, of course, and she didn't seem to object. I wasn't prepared; I had to put in the batteries. I was in a rush, frantically setting it up. Actually, my husband was thoughtful; he stayed aroused while also dealing with her—it's not easy being a man. I started filming, making a live erotic film. I filmed very carefully; they cooperated well, changing positions, and she was very happy. I saw she looked a little dizzy, and I was quite worried about her. Later, when I watched the tape, I laughed at myself because I kept saying, "Don't ejaculate, don't ejaculate!" I also filmed it with both my camera and video camera, and it was quite a spectacle. I won't go into details to avoid making it too explicit, but I'll add it to my blog later. She really didn't seem to mind that it was dirty at all; she even pulled it out to kiss it before continuing. My husband eventually put it in her mouth, and she actually ate it. I couldn't do that; I really found it disgusting and felt ashamed. You'll never guess what happened next; just watch and see. I started to understand my role and was worried that things would get complicated if this continued. Plus, for other reasons, we planned to move at the end of April, but not far, about 30 minutes from where we live now. I also felt a sense of crisis. The girl kept visiting him, and he was already very touched, especially since my husband knew I didn't like her visiting him so often. So I suggested we cool off a bit. The game had been going on for several months, and my husband reflected on it and realized he had been neglecting my feelings. He also felt it was time to settle down and promised to talk to her properly, but asked for some time. I agreed and let him handle it himself. During this time, I secretly checked my husband's email; I couldn't see it on MSN, but the emails were still there. Perhaps my husband felt it was difficult to handle. He found out somewhere online that the girl and her husband had married several years ago and even received a house from her—all things my husband didn't know; she had been keeping it from him. Because we believed her, she told her husband that she had arranged it through connections before coming to the US last year, but in reality, they had been married for a long time. We genuinely believed it was fake. My husband was very angry; it was a small blow to him. He thought he had already won her over, but she still had reservations. She started crying, saying that it was also fake; back then, to get the house, her husband's former student had someone in the county arrange it, and neither of them went. Do you believe it? Anyway, my husband and I still don't believe it. My husband asked her if she was happy with him. She said my husband gave her a feeling she had never experienced before, and she was very content. I asked her what she thought of me, and she said I was very good to her, giving her a completely new experience, and she was very grateful to me. Without me, she had never felt any passion. As long as she didn't dislike me, I felt good. Actually, I was very good to her; we shopped for groceries together without haggling, but mainly I cooked for both of them. I think it wasn't easy for me to do that; I've never tasted her cooking for me. My husband also had some complaints about her because she started talking badly about me behind my back. Anyway, my husband was still on my side at that time. He couldn't tolerate her looking down on me. Actually, she's a bit naive, she said... If I don't like it, wouldn't I completely deny my husband's past? Of course, that wouldn't make anyone happy. She also said that she liked my husband from the first moment she saw him, but she just couldn't express it. I don't believe that nonsense, and neither does my husband. But I find it very appealing; she's charming. Also, she told my husband that her husband's first time having sex with her was under his influence. At the time, she was still an undergraduate, and he was more than seven years older than her, a teacher, and had been pursuing her. Before her, her husband had attempted suicide for a daughter. One day, he used the excuse that he missed his recently deceased mother to ask her to drink with him. Unexpectedly, she got drunk and was sexually assaulted without her knowledge. Then she stayed to pursue a master's degree, otherwise... She went back to her hometown. My husband asked her if she hated him, and she said no, adding that if she broke up with her husband, she would always consider him family. She said if she broke up with my husband, she would hate him for life. My husband was furious when he told me this; men, poor men. My husband considered breaking up with her, but—so they argued for the next month. Actually, I only now realize that my husband didn't want to break up with her, but was jealous. I was so naive back then. We moved at the end of April, and she came to see us off. I let them say goodbye separately. She was actually very sad that we were leaving. I felt sad seeing her like that too. I invited her over, but I… I know the details of her and my husband's conversation. I can't watch my husband every day, especially since he only comes home on weekends. But I can say for sure that they didn't have sex behind my back. Firstly, it's too far; she has tutoring work, and secondly, it's not very convenient for my husband, and I've been talking to him on the phone every night. It was a quiet weekend, and I was actually getting a little tired of this kind of life, not having a proper weekend. My husband told me he's been trying to break up with her and asked me to give her more time. Forgiveness is a virtue, and I need it. The following Tuesday evening, after finishing her tutoring, she said she wanted to come see me. I told her it was too late and I had to work the next day. But she was already at the door. [The End]The latest chapter of the mature and lewd erotic film "The Beauty of the Mature Woman" is a new experience, and she is very grateful to me. Without me, she has never had any passion. As long as she doesn't hate me, I feel good. Actually, I am very good to her. We go grocery shopping together without any complaints, but mainly I cook for the two of them. I think it's not easy for me to do that. I have never tasted the feeling of her cooking for me. My husband also has a little dissatisfaction with her because she started talking badly about me behind my back. Anyway, my husband was still on my side at that time. He couldn't tolerate her looking down on me. Actually, she is a bit stupid. If she says I'm bad, wouldn't that completely negate my husband's past? Of course not. That's delightful. She also said she liked my husband from the first moment she saw him, but couldn't express it. I don't believe that nonsense, and neither does my husband. But it's very appealing; she's charming. Also, she told my husband that her first time having sex with him was under his influence. At the time, she was still an undergraduate, and he was more than seven years older than her, a teacher, who had been pursuing her. Before her, her husband had attempted suicide for a daughter. One day, he used the excuse that he missed his recently deceased mother to ask her to drink with him. Unexpectedly, she got drunk and was sexually assaulted without her knowledge. She then stayed to pursue a master's degree or went back to her hometown. My husband asked her, "So, do you hate..." No, she said she didn't hate him, and even said that if she broke up with her husband, she would still consider him family. If she broke up with my husband, she would hate him for life. My husband was furious when he told me this; men, poor men. My husband considered breaking up, but—so they argued for the next month. Actually, I only understand now that my husband didn't want to break up with her, he was just jealous. I was so naive back then. We moved at the end of April, and she came to see us off. I let them say goodbye separately. She was actually very reluctant to see us move, and a little sad. I felt sad seeing her like that too. I invited her over, but I didn't know she and my husband… I don't know the specifics of their conversation, as I can't watch my husband every day, especially since he only comes home on weekends. But I can say with certainty that they didn't have sex behind my back. Firstly, it's too far; she has tutoring duties, and secondly, it's not very convenient for my husband, and I've been talking to him on the phone every night. It was a quiet weekend, and I was actually getting a little tired of this kind of life, not having a proper weekend. My husband told me he's been trying to break up with her and asked me to give him more time. Forgiveness is a virtue, and I need it. The following Tuesday evening, after finishing her tutoring, she said she wanted to come see me. I told her it was too late and I had to work the next day. But she was already at the door. [The End]

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