Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Victim's Confession - Chapter 476 Passion in Bed 1

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A month later, Huo Lixiang and Liang Yuzhen reconciled. Huo Lixiang became more positive about life and work, and Chen Haoyu disappeared from their lives.
The club has returned to normal; we occasionally get together, but privately everyone goes about their lives as usual. My wife and I are the same; now we have plenty of time, and I pick her up from get off work every day. After seeing what happened with Huo Lixiang and Liang Yuzhen, we cherish our current life even more, and we cherish the days we have together.
Chengmeng Company has also made significant progress, with its performance reaching new highs. The current location is too small, so relocation is now on the agenda. These past few days, I've been keeping an eye on rental listings online and have visited a few places in my spare time. However, I haven't found a satisfactory place yet; either the location is bad, or the price isn't right.
During this time, I've also done some research on Guangying Company. It's a privately acquired company, and the owner isn't anything special. As for their business, it's basically the same as any travel company. I still don't understand why they had Tang Jun sabotage them in the first place. But for now, I can only wait and see, and investigate further when the time is right.
After finishing work today, it's finally the weekend. As I was leaving get off work, Sun Xueyong invited me to go out for a couple of drinks, but I smiled and declined. It wasn't that I didn't want to go, but I had agreed with my wife today to have some time alone together. This position brings more worries, but at least it's very free; I don't have to work overtime according to other people's plans. My wife and I also have more time to spend together privately.
Sun Xueyong seemed to understand and didn't insist on the invitation; he also had a daughter, Sun Ya, at home. After saying goodbye, I drove to pick up my wife. Arriving at her company, I realized I'd become a regular there this month, and many people recognized me as someone they were picking up. My wife would occasionally come home and sweetly complain about this, saying that many people at work laughed at her, asking if she was too controlling at home. Although she complained, my wife was happy. I told her that responding to those people meant I loved her very much and couldn't bear to part with her.
The time was set, and my wife left work in just a few minutes, chatting and laughing with a few colleagues as she came out of the company. Seeing me, the women, already used to it, couldn't resist teasing my wife, saying she was now a woman with a husband but no sisters. My wife laughed and retorted, not arguing back; perhaps she liked that feeling.
I waved to my colleagues, and my wife cheered and rushed over, hugging me and giving me a passionate kiss. Even though I was used to it, I still loved her sweet little mouth and the warm, moist corners of her lips. I couldn't resist the urge to take a bite or suck on it, but whether it was because the place wasn't suitable or because she was shy in front of so many colleagues, she always stopped short of taking a proper bite. Just as I was about to take it a step further, she would retreat from the battlefield.
She always starts arguments, and each time she leaves me wanting more. Seeing my disappointment and frustration, and her smug expression, makes me feel utterly powerless. I can only suppress my anger and prepare to teach her a lesson when I get home.
"What do you want to eat today?" As soon as we got in the car, my wife tied up her long hair that was draped over her shoulders and asked.
Another benefit of being good to her is that I can now order food every day. Of course, it's always what I like to eat; I simply say, "The three usual dishes are a must."
"Can't you change things up? Why is it the same thing every day?" His wife seemed to have known all along, but she still said angrily.
"It's because your cooking is so delicious," I said as I drove.
"Alright! Since you like it, I'll grant your request!" My wife said happily upon hearing my praise.
I took my wife grocery shopping. The usual three dishes were sweet and sour pork ribs, Mapo tofu, and braised carp. These are my wife's specialties, and my favorites. She knows this, of course, but she still likes to argue with me occasionally. She says that a varied diet is essential for balanced nutrition, and you can't eat the same thing every day, or you won't have the energy. Of course, I show her with my actions that I'm still young and have plenty of energy.
I bought the groceries, and as soon as we got home, my wife started cooking. She used to forbid me from entering the kitchen, but after some effort—explaining how it helps our relationship—she finally allowed me to help out. I'm telling you the truth; doesn't anyone else notice how beautiful a woman's elegant and efficient movements are when she's cooking?
Of course, there was always the thought of taking advantage of the situation. While picking and washing vegetables together, one could easily take advantage of the situation! For example, if water "accidentally" got into the other person's collar or chest, one would hurriedly apologize, enthusiastically help wipe it off, rub the breasts, pinch the waist, or wipe the thighs. Although the more one helped, the more fun it was, the more enjoyable the playful banter became.
Once, in a moment of passion, we actually did it on the stove. It was our first time ever. Lacking experience, we inevitably lost control and knocked over quite a few things, but we still felt a unique sensation, a sense of romance, and a spiritual enjoyment. However, afterwards, the battlefield was a complete mess, with oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar scattered all over the floor. From then on, my wife strictly forbade me from doing anything like that in the kitchen.
Although I sometimes unconsciously try to take advantage of her in small ways, whenever I try to develop a deeper relationship, she ruthlessly rejects me. History has taught me a lesson; I'm heartbroken!
Besides the three dishes I love, my wife tries to pick out other ingredients. But recently I've noticed that she's heard from someone that certain animal penises are very nourishing for men, so she's been adding them to my dishes in various ways. The first time, I didn't know any better. I picked out a soft thing from my sweet and sour pork ribs, and since it had no bones, I asked her about it. She just laughed and said it was cartilage. When I asked why it was so chewy, she replied that it probably wasn't cooked through.
But the more she ate, the more something felt off. He pressed her for answers several times, even putting food on her plate and threatening to watch her eat. She dodged with a pained expression, and only reluctantly told him the truth. Heisei had never actually eaten that kind of thing before, and when he heard it, he almost vomited on the spot, covering his mouth as he went to the toilet and dry heaved for more than ten minutes.
She acted like nothing was wrong, saying that the stuff was very nutritious and expensive. It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it, because just hearing it made me unconsciously think about it again, and I vomited for ages. From then on, I watched her cook in the kitchen, partly to keep an eye on her, otherwise who knew what weird stuff she might add to the food next time, leaving me eating it without knowing what it was.
Perhaps seeing how uncomfortable I was eating it, she stopped bringing those things back. But she didn't stop; she just changed the method, replacing them with tastier things like chestnuts, goji berries, yams, and black sesame seeds. I was initially reluctant; I wasn't deteriorating, and she was still suffering terribly, so why should I eat those things?
To my surprise, she said that eating more of this now would prevent changes in middle age, making her sound like a well-meaning but misguided doctor. Although I don't know if it really works, as long as it's not something weird, I'll keep eating it. After all, no man wants to age prematurely.
Although we bickered and sometimes gambled, our lives were generally happy and fulfilling. After dinner, we were supposed to watch TV at home, but she suddenly changed her mind and insisted on taking me out for a walk.
There's nothing I can do. She's completely in charge at home now, and my status has plummeted. I'm almost reduced to a gigolo, constantly trying to find ways to please her. I can only patiently get up and accompany her shopping.
Men generally don't go shopping when they have free time, but women, regardless of whether they buy anything or not, often like to join in the fun and look around. I accompanied her as we walked through the entire pedestrian street, and she went into every clothing store to browse, but then didn't buy anything. Not only the shop assistants, but even I felt a little embarrassed. She did see two nice dresses that she really liked, and I encouraged her to buy them. After hesitating for a long time, she finally decided not to.
Nothing I said made a difference. I was getting a headache. If she wasn't going to buy anything, what was the point of coming out, and why did she have to browse every store? Finally, at the end of the street, she pulled me into a men's shoe store. As I looked on, she walked around and picked up a pair of men's leather shoes. Without a second thought, she made me sit down and try them on.
There was a woman sitting next to me, and I had no choice but to sit down patiently. I hadn't planned on buying shoes in the first place, so this sudden turn of events was a bit overwhelming. I wanted to put them on myself, but she insisted on helping me take them off. After I put them on, she glanced at them, and before I could even decide, she smiled and nodded, deciding that these were the ones.

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