If you love your wife, let her have an affair.

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I have never regretted tolerating my wife's infidelity. The relationship between my wife and the other man over the past 12 years has been full of twists and turns, a journey with both joy and sorrow—a truly fascinating and exciting experience. Tolerating one's wife's infidelity comes at a high price (but it's also incredibly rewarding). If you tolerate her infidelity, you need to be magnanimous. Can you accept your wife lying in another man's arms, having her breasts touched, her genitals touched, letting him play with her? (The most basic scenario). What might follow is your wife being naked, pinned down, legs spread wide? (The real show is about to begin). If you imagine any further, you definitely won't be able to stand it. Why should a grown man like me put up with such humiliation? Are you crazy? If you don't have the magnanimity, I advise you to just fantasize, don't try it out. Otherwise, your marriage might be in trouble!

If you are magnanimous enough, and you often fantasize about your wife being played with by another man, the next step is to persuade your wife to agree. Your wife's wishes are very important. Don't think that allowing her to have an affair is a great act of kindness. Most women would rather be respectable wives after marriage than engage in extramarital affairs. So you need to communicate with her patiently. If your marital relationship is not good, I advise you to let it go. She will definitely think you have ulterior motives and want to frame her. If you usually treat her well, your marital relationship is good, and you've stated that the purpose of making the fantasy come true is to add spice to your bedroom, and you'll love her even more afterward, she might be moved and blush with embarrassment and agree. (Look at her shy appearance; she's most beautiful then.)

If she suddenly changes her mind and agrees, you'll risk losing her. What if the fake affair becomes real and your wife runs away? (Unless she's very ugly and nobody wants her.) If you lack confidence and are afraid she'll fall in love with someone else and leave home, then I also advise you to let it go! [Couples must have a strong tacit understanding; they should exchange bodies but not hearts, exchange feelings but not emotions. Otherwise, don't play this game. The more mature and emotionally connected the couple, the higher the success rate.]

What are the benefits of a wife having an affair? The biggest benefit is that it brings great surprise and joy to a dull married life. The more open you are as a couple, the greater the pleasure you will experience. Traditionally, a wife's body is reserved for her husband's exclusive enjoyment. Marital sex is supposed to be exciting, but over time it inevitably becomes less intense. How can you rekindle the vitality of the honeymoon phase? My experience is that using other men to seduce your wife is the most effective method. [If you don't want your married life to be dull and tasteless, this method is worth a try.]

With external stimulation, your wife will become more beautiful and sexy, giving you a refreshing experience. [A haggard housewife transforms into a beautiful young woman; she starts to care about her appearance and often dresses up beautifully to attract the attention of other men.] A wife becoming more beautiful definitely helps improve a couple's gradually dull sex life; this is the most basic benefit.

If you have a taste for the extreme, you'll naturally prefer your sexual partner to be as promiscuous as possible. Most men are strange; they'd rather spend a fortune on affairs than invest much time and effort in their wives. Let me tell you the truth: when your wife is being wanton, she's far more interesting than other women (especially after being "trained" by different men).

Okay, so what if your wife suddenly agrees to let you cheat on her? The thought of sharing her body with another man will initially create a mix of emotions—surprise, jealousy, and then a surge of excitement. But the real fun is yet to come! (From then on, your wife must be absolutely honest with you. No matter what happens, even the most obscene things, she can't hide anything from you, and you must stand by her and love her unconditionally. That's what makes the game fun.)

Before your wife goes on a date with another man, you and your husband can discuss many things together, like what kind of clothes she should wear? Sexy? Or conservative? Should she wear perfume? Should she let the other man kiss her? Touch her? Or even go further? Should you use a condom? Every time my wife goes on a date with another man, it's a thrilling and exciting experience. (I remember one time my wife wore a very sexy dress to a date, and I suggested that she not wear underwear to surprise her boyfriend. My wife felt embarrassed, but she still took my advice. Unexpectedly, her boyfriend noticed that she wasn't wearing underwear as soon as they entered the hotel elevator. He was so happy that he immediately lifted her skirt and molested her on the spot. My wife said that she was also very excited and immediately got wet.)

During the few hours your wife is on a date (usually at night), you're bound to have all sorts of wild thoughts, and the more lewd those thoughts, the more exciting they become (and you often can't help but masturbate when you get to the exciting parts). My most exciting experience was when my wife attended an elementary school reunion and hadn't come home until very late. Just as I was getting worried, the phone rang. My wife quietly told me on the phone that the reunion had just ended and a male classmate from Kaohsiung (we live in Taipei) had invited her to a pub and would be home a little late. I said it was no problem, go have fun, and if necessary, I'd give her the whole night off and she could come home tomorrow. My wife chuckled on the other end of the phone, a very ambiguous laugh. She said she'd see how things went, and if it was past 2 a.m., it was possible that the male classmate had taken her to a hotel. If I really let her stay until the next day, maybe...? At this point, she giggled again.

That night was long. I didn't sleep a wink, masturbating several times while lost in thought. It was the first time my wife had spent the night in a hotel with another man. Afterwards, she told me she also didn't sleep a wink, being naked and repeatedly taken advantage of by that male classmate, without even a chance to wear underwear. Of course, my wife was incredibly satisfied.

Okay, the previous part about your feelings before and during your wife's date with another man has already given you a lot of enjoyment. Next is what happens after the date: when your wife comes home and sees you waiting in the living room, she'll usually lower her head shyly, looking at you with an expression like a child who's stolen candy—it's so cute! At this moment, don't forget to give her a warm hug, kiss her cheek, and tell her she's the most beautiful she's ever been on a date. She might roll her eyes at you at first, but her expression will definitely be very lewd, smug, and ambiguous.

Next, don't rush to ask her about the experience of being with that man. If you two have a good understanding, she'll naturally tell you everything. When was the best time? Of course, it's about lying in bed embracing each other, flirting until your wife becomes aroused. Then, if you press her for the most obscene and vulgar things, she'll tell you the truth. From entering the hotel, embracing, kissing, touching breasts, sucking breasts, touching genitals, taking off clothes, licking her clitoris and labia, spreading her thighs to reveal her secret triangle, penile penetration, listening to your wife's lewd description of being fucked—it's one of life's greatest pleasures.

Love your wife, let her have an affair (Part Two of my experience in tolerating my wife's infidelity) .

I usually don't want my wife to have an affair with the same person all the time, because people are emotional beings, and I'm afraid she'll fall in love with that person. Fortunately, so far, my wife has controlled her emotions very well. Another reason is that always with the same person—isn't it the same as having sex with her husband? Changing partners brings freshness. Different people have different sex styles, and penises look different too—some are big, some are small, some are long, some are short.

My wife knows I like to sleep with different people so I have fresh things to talk about, so she's very cooperative. Usually, every few months, the male lead changes. But there are exceptions. If a guy is too good in bed, she can't bear to change him. The longest relationship is one or two years, and the shortest is a one-night stand. (My wife says some men are really no good, they're like quick-draw knights.)

According to my wife, she prefers men with large penises. The larger the penis, the more satisfying it feels when it enters her vagina. This makes sense, as women who have given birth naturally tend to have looser vaginas. My wife is quite knowledgeable about the size and length of a man's penis. She says that while foreplay is important, the final orgasm still depends on the penetration of the man's penis into her vagina. She says that a large penis can fully rub against the vaginal walls, bringing a woman to ecstasy. As for length, she also has her own opinion. She says that too long or too short is not good; it should match the depth of the woman's vagina. She says that during her final orgasm, she hooks her legs around the man's waist and sways her hips to meet his movements. At this time, she hopes that the man's penis will penetrate deeper, occasionally reaching her cervix.

Durability and endurance are also issues. When it comes to this, my wife is a little embarrassed. She says that if we're going to do it, we shouldn't do it at all, or if we're going to do it, we should make it enjoyable. My wife's standards for enjoyment are very high. She hates the feeling of a high-powered shot and prefers continuous machine gun action. Unfortunately, nowadays, there are more high-powered shots than machine gun action. Luckily, we have Viagra to make up for this, otherwise, it would be really difficult to meet my wife's requirements.

Speaking of respectable women, there's a little anecdote I didn't want to mention, lest someone misunderstand and think I forced her into prostitution. Of course not. My wife is a working woman with a respectable job (she's a junior manager with a decent salary). And I'm fine too; my extramarital affairs weren't for money (my wife insists on not accepting money or gifts, maintaining only a purely sexual relationship). Nor was it out of boredom. In fact, letting my wife have an affair greatly improved our married life and significantly enhanced our intimacy—that's the real purpose. All that rambling just boils down to one thing: my wife is only a loan, not a purchase.

What is this anecdote? After so many years of marriage, my wife knows my flaws very well: I only drink milk, not raise cows; I only secretly spend money on prostitutes but don't have girlfriends. (Don't think that letting your wife have an affair means she'll allow you to have an affair; you're sorely mistaken. Women are women, after all; she's not that magnanimous, but she's very jealous.) Prostitutes? I wouldn't dare buy things randomly outside (hygiene issues, too many STDs). I've always attended a membership club (the members are mainly married women and working women; there's a basic screening process for female members. We agree on the terms over the phone and meet at a hotel, each time costing xxxx yuan).

After attending for a while, I became a regular and even good friends with the host (a woman). Once, I jokingly told her I wanted to introduce my wife to a female member. It was just a joke (how could that be? My wife would become a prostitute!), but the host professionally encouraged me. I said I didn't need the money, and she said she knew we just liked to have fun. She said many female members weren't entirely in it for the money, but to satisfy their physical needs (I already knew this). One thing she said touched my heart: she said she would introduce my wife to some players, guaranteeing she'd have a blast.

I remember when I brought this up with my wife in bed, she slapped me several times, making my face turn red (she said she wasn't a prostitute). But she softened and immediately hugged me, kissing and apologizing. Of course, I successfully persuaded her again. I excitedly told the host, and the very next night, she arranged the first client for my wife. When the time came, my wife was still hesitant about whether to go, but the host kept urging her on the phone, saying that the client had arrived and we should hurry up. So I simply accompanied my wife in a taxi to the designated hotel and watched her step into the hotel before I left with peace of mind.

Just like when my wife went on dates, I would sit in the living room, daydreaming and waiting for her to come back. Usually, these kinds of sex transactions are limited to two hours each time, but my wife was gone for more than three hours before she got home. The first thing she said when she walked in was, "Hmph! I ran into a lousy man." But judging from her flushed face and lewd appearance, things must have gone well. My wife said that she thought that when they met in the hotel room, they would exchange pleasantries and get to know each other. She also thought that the male members of the club would be more polite and refined, but it was not what she imagined. The man looked like a typical factory worker, with dark skin and a burly body, like a Taiwanese water buffalo. When he saw my wife, he didn't greet her but pulled her into his arms. He immediately put one hand inside her bra and caressed her full breasts, rubbing her nipples alternately.

His wife, seeing his lack of skill, deliberately acted cold and aloof, trying to avoid arousing his desire. But as time passed, her cheeks gradually grew hot, her body temperature rose, and her breathing became more rapid. Her nipples, repeatedly rubbed by the client, swelled uncontrollably. What embarrassed her most was that her white cotton panties were soaked with copious amounts of vaginal fluid, making it look like she had lost control of her bladder!

Finally, the client reluctantly pushed her onto the bed, stripping off her outer clothes, bra, and panties one by one. In an instant, her fair and tender flesh, full breasts, thick pubic hair, and plump labia were all exposed without any cover. Then, the client quickly undressed himself.

When the customer took off his loose boxer shorts, the wife inadvertently looked up and saw a huge, erect penis with an enormous brown glans, about the size of a large banana, protruding between his strong, thick legs. The wife was immediately horrified and almost fainted. She was very ashamed when she recounted this, because she was so frightened that she quickly got out of bed to try to escape. "But he was so strong. He dragged me back and pinned me down. I couldn't push him away at all. He didn't care whether I wanted to or not, and he just raped me."

The client raped my wife for over half an hour before ejaculating. She quickly ran to the bathroom to wash up, but unexpectedly, he followed her in to watch. My wife is very beautiful and charming; everyone who has seen her says she looks Japanese. I was initially attracted to her by her youthful and sexy aura. Even after becoming a mother, apart from her waistline being slightly thicker than when she was a prostitute, her beautiful face, full, fair breasts, slightly upturned buttocks, prominent pubic area, and thick pubic hair still make her a woman who easily arouses a man's sexual desire.

Watching, watching, the client's penis became hard again, and he couldn't resist rushing into the bathroom to have sex with her again...

Love your wife so much you'll let her have an affair (Part 3 of my experience in tolerating my wife's infidelity)

After the last incident, the host started contacting his wife constantly and arranging clients for prostitutes. However, to the host's disappointment, his wife kept making excuses about being busy with work. The host was confused and asked me for the reason. I said that his wife was afraid of police raids and felt unsafe (at that time, there was a full-scale crackdown on prostitution). "Huh? Then come to my house, will you feel at ease?" The host repeatedly emphasized on the phone that her house was the safest place.

This female host is quite shrewd. She was originally a female clerk, but she was swindled out of a lot of money. To pay off her debts, she first went into prostitution (I was having an affair with her at the time), and then she simply started her own club. Over the years, she made some money, not only paying off her debts but also buying a house. Talking about her marriage, she was very "resentful." After giving birth to a son, her husband "ran away" and disappeared. Later, because she had been in this line of work, she saw too many men and didn't want to get married anymore. However, I overheard a female member saying that she had a live-in boyfriend who looked like a scoundrel, who lived off her and was not only lewd but also perverted. This female member also said that the female host was just as cheap as that scoundrel and often asked new female members to have sex with him.

Because the female host repeatedly invited me to her house (the phone call was very mysterious, telling me to go first and my wife could go later), I hadn't seen her for years and only contacted her by phone, so I was curious to see what she looked like. I wish I hadn't seen her, because I was disappointed. Her figure and face were completely different; she had become fat and ugly, but she was adorned with jewels and dressed lavishly. I was also disappointed by her house, which doubled as a living room and office. The marble floor was covered with cigarette butts that hadn't been swept clean, and the walls were dirty. However, the house was quite large, probably 70-80 square meters. Just as I was feeling disappointed, the female host led me further inside, and suddenly my eyes lit up. It was a completely different world inside. In addition to a fully equipped bar, there was a luxurious suite. The walls and ceiling were covered with mirrors from top to bottom. Stepping into the room felt like entering a maze. Whether standing or lying down, all you could see were your own reflections. The interior facilities were comparable to those of a high-end hotel.

After showing me the luxurious suite, she led me to the bar and mysteriously pushed open one of the liquor cabinets adjacent to the next suite. Behind it, a narrow, dark room appeared, furnished with a few chairs. A large mirror on the wall revealed the next suite. The female host explained that this was a place specifically for watching female members have sex. They couldn't see in from inside, but they could see and hear everything clearly. She said that none of the female members knew this secret, but she was making an exception for me today. As if she had read my mind, she suddenly whispered in my ear, "Want to watch your wife being played with? Sounds exciting, right?" She seemed to see right through me. "If you agree, I'll arrange it immediately." I was itching with desire, but extremely embarrassed, and my face instantly turned red.

She also gossiped that the last client was very satisfied with my wife and gave her 8,000 yuan afterwards. "Your wife is in good demand. People like respectable women, especially those who are new to the business. They're pure and have lots of juice. It's just that she's too shy. Also, she doesn't know how to provide special services. She needs to be trained properly." The female host's professional insights came out again.

Before leaving, I ran into two thug-like men at the elevator entrance (one middle-aged, one young), one tall and one short, one thin and one muscular. They were chewing betel nuts and smoking cigarettes, swaying and acting like hooligans. I was just about to get into the elevator to go downstairs when they were coming out. I glanced at them, and they glared back at me. I thought to myself, could that middle-aged man be the female host's live-in boyfriend? How utterly tasteless.

This was the first time I felt guilty towards my wife. When I got home, I didn't tell her the truth (about the secret of the suite). I only praised the host's luxurious suite, saying, "It's pretty good there, no need to worry about a surprise inspection." With my assurance, my wife felt reassured and accepted the female host's second invitation. The location, of course, was at the female host's house, and the time was Friday night. The female host told me to arrive an hour early, "I guarantee it'll be very exciting!" she emphasized. Hearing this, my penis involuntarily became erect.

As soon as I arrived at the female host's house, I suddenly noticed three Japanese men in the bar area. The female host immediately pulled me aside and said, "You don't mind if they watch with you, right? Japanese people tend to like watching things that are a bit perverted, so today we've specially arranged for two people to gang rape your wife???" I was stunned. Before I could even figure out what was going on, she disappeared in a flash, leaving me feeling incredibly anxious and conflicted. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow the Japanese men into the narrow, dark room, where I found a chair and sat down.

With time running out, everyone held their breath. Suddenly, the lights in the next suite came on, and my wife, led by the female host, entered the room. "Please have a seat, the guests will be here soon," the female host said, leaving my wife alone. My wife stood up, looking around in the mirror, touching it with a curious expression. My wife was wearing a white dress, and I could vaguely see her sexy purple panties and bra. Her makeup was light; it was clear she was playing the role of a housewife.

Just as my wife was admiring herself in the mirror, two men—one tall, one short, one thin, and one burly—suddenly burst through the door.

(My experience of tolerating my wife's infidelity, part four)

The moment I saw them, they looked familiar, like I'd seen them somewhere before. Looking closer, wait a minute! Aren't they the two thugs I'd run into at the elevator the other day? What are they doing here? I thought, "This is bad." After all, my wife is a simple housewife; if she encounters these two thugs, she'll be terrified. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but worry about her safety.

As expected, when my wife saw two strange men in the house, she screamed "Aiya!" and ran out. The two men had anticipated this move and, with perfect coordination, surrounded her. One grabbed her tightly from behind, while the other lifted her skirt in front, deliberately exposing her underwear. "Ugh! Ugh! Let go! Let go! No! No!" My wife seemed to realize they were deliberately humiliating her, and she began to struggle and scream.

Originally, I had lured my wife here out of selfishness, wanting to witness firsthand how lewd she was being played with. But now, seeing her so humiliated and on the verge of tears, while I was crammed into a room with three perverted Japanese men, secretly watching with glee, a feeling of tenderness for my wife welled up inside me. I suddenly had an impulse to smash the glass separating us and stop them from continuing to humiliate her. But then I calmed down and realized there were two thugs inside; I couldn't handle them alone. As the saying goes, "A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle," so I decided to watch and think of a solution.

Just as I was racking my brains for a solution, the thug in front of me started trying to take off my wife's underwear again. She twisted and turned, but the underwear was still pulled down. Immediately, shame filled her face. Even with her underwear off, she tried to keep her dark vulva closed with her legs. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" Suddenly, a series of crisp slapping sounds came from inside. "Open your legs!" "Huh? You're not moving?" The thug got angry when his wife didn't move. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" "Slap! Slap! Slap!" "Slap! Slap!" He frantically slapped his hands on my wife's snow-white buttocks, and instantly, red handprints appeared on her tender skin. My wife couldn't bear such rough treatment; she cried out in pain several times, then burst into loud sobs, "Wah! Wah! Wah!"

Seeing this, I could no longer contain my excitement, so I got up and left the darkroom to confront the person who had exposed her private parts. I frantically searched her apartment, turning back and forth, but as time ticked by, I couldn't find her. Just as I was about to knock on each door, the female host suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Seeing my angry expression, she dragged me into a room before I could speak, then mysteriously locked the door. "

Come on, sit down and watch together," she said, pointing to a surveillance camera on the table. "Huh?" It turned out the female host was hiding here spying on the suite. The image of my wife with two thugs in the suite was clearly displayed on the screen. I had only been gone from the darkroom for a few minutes, and the situation in the suite had changed considerably. Sometime during the night, the two thugs had tied my wife's hands behind her back, stripped her top off, and left her completely naked, legs spread, exposing her vulva as she stood facing the mirror. Her two full, white breasts were prominently displayed under the light. "Hehe!" the female host said with a lewd grin. "Women, you know, if you want them to be obedient, you have to train them properly. Just watch patiently, it won't be long before your wife gives up and lets them play with her." The female host's

words, "It won't be long before your wife gives up and lets them play with her,"
fueled my curiosity, temporarily suppressing my anger. Did those two thugs have some special skill, or some special method to subdue my wife?

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