Helping my wife find love

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Chapter 1
My meeting with my wife was eight years after I graduated. I had an acute appendicitis attack and underwent surgery. After the anesthesia wore off, I was in excruciating pain, sweating profusely, when a hospital trolley was wheeled into the ward. "Tang Zhenying, bed number 23." "Bed number 23? My next-door neighbor, looks like I have a neighbor now." I turned my head, and a pale-faced old woman came into view. She must have just had surgery. "Mom, you must get better... Waaah..." A tearful face appeared before me. In that instant, my brain short-circuited. A slender, tall figure, narrow shoulders, a thin waist, willow-leaf eyebrows—she looked like a lady from a traditional Chinese painting. The lines from Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret," "Her face was like a lotus, her eyebrows like willows," suddenly flashed into my mind. I felt the pain in my body suddenly disappear...
"Little Tang, don't worry, your mother will get better." "Thank you, Brother Wu. I'm so grateful for your help these past few days. I don't know how to thank you enough." "Hmm, how should you thank me? Let me think," I pretended to be serious and whispered in her ear, "How about you repay me with your body, hmm?" "Hmph, I knew you had ulterior motives. You filthy old scoundrel, I'll hit you..." A big pillow flew over... "Uh, I was wrong. I was wrong, beautiful Tang, please don't hit me, I beg for mercy..." "Aunt Tang, help!" "Jun Jun, stop it, your Brother Wu's injury hasn't fully healed." And so, during the days I shared a hospital room with Tang Zhenying, I met her daughter—Tang Jun, a girl as beautiful as a dream. She was eighteen years old that year.
Tang Jun was born into a single-parent family. Her mother was a mid-level manager at the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China in the city, and she was raised by her mother alone. Tang Jun attended a vocational school specializing in banking in the city. Her father left her and her mother when she was three years old. He had an affair, and that woman gave birth to a boy. Just like that, her father and that woman left and never appeared again...
The New Year arrived with the sound of firecrackers. Before I knew it, I had been taking care of the mother and daughter for a year. During that time, I was constantly on edge. Every day, I prepared meals and delivered them to bed number 23, picked Tang Jun up from and took her to and from school, and personally drove her home after her evening self-study session. I felt like I was living in a honey pot, and I could even wake up smiling in my dreams...
"Godmother, have an apple," I said, holding a peeled apple. "Okay, put it here." "Me too," someone said, extending a hand rather rudely from the side. "Alright, alright, I'll peel it for you, my dear Princess Tang." "You silly child," Aunt Tang, lying in bed, smiled as she watched... During my hospital stay, I successfully won over the mother and daughter, and I recognized Aunt Tang as my godmother. "Jun Jun, go out for a bit, I have something to say to your older brother." "What is it? Why are you being so mysterious?" Tang Jun pouted and walked towards the door. She was wearing a black t-shirt, her straight hair was casually tied in a ponytail, and a pair of Korean-style slim-fit denim shorts accentuated her two straight and slender legs. I suddenly felt a nosebleed and quickly turned around. "Godmother, what's wrong?" "Xiao Wu, do you like my Junjun?" "Yes, Godmother, believe me, my feelings for Junjun are genuine." "Sigh, I can see it. I've seen everything you've done for us this past year, and I've seen your character. Junjun is a pure and kind child. You must treat her well in the future." "Godmother, don't worry, I will be good to Junjun for the rest of my life..." When my wife graduated and started working at her mother's bank, we got married. That year, she was only nineteen, and I was thirty-two.
On our wedding night, I finally truly possessed her. As I caressed my beautiful wife's smooth, long thighs, and thrust my hard, explosive penis deep into her flower garden, listening to her plaintive moans, and gazing at the plum blossom-like virgin blood on the white sheets, at that moment, I felt as if I possessed the world.
Like all newlyweds, we didn't miss any opportunity to be intimate. We'd make love two or three times a night, and sometimes even during the day at home, a single glance between us could ignite a spark, and we'd immediately undress and roll around naked together. During that time, as soon as I got home at night and saw my wife's beautiful face, my penis would immediately become as hard as an iron rod…
A year later, we had a child, a lovely daughter. My mother-in-law passed away that same year; it turned out she had late-stage ovarian cancer, which she had kept from us…
After having children, most of my energy shifted to them and my work. My law firm's business flourished, and I replaced my Honda, which had been with me for four years, with a BMW Q5. I also bought a 200-square-meter duplex in the newly developed Riverside Garden. Every day, I drove to work and picked up my wife from work, my life as regular as clockwork. The passion between us gradually faded. My wife remained as beautiful as ever, but I seemed to have lost that fiery passion, and our intimacy slowly decreased. We seemed to lose our connection in bed, often finishing in just a few minutes. During this time, I tried to recapture the feeling of our honeymoon, trying to create some unexpected little surprises. My wife would laugh and scold me, saying we were an old married couple, and I should stop doing this. I could tell she still liked it, but I could sense a quiet satisfaction in her eyes, a lack of initial passion... The
mundane days passed by like this. When my daughter turned three, I entrusted her to my parents in B city. They were lonely in their later years and were happy to help take care of the child. My daughter started kindergarten in B city, and my wife and I would go back to visit them every holiday.
After my daughter went to live with her grandmother, without that mischievous little one, I no longer heard her crying when I came home at night. Before, her naughtiness at home often gave me a headache, but now it felt like something was missing. I started thinking about what I should do at night... I had a career, love, and my child was in school. From then on, my nightlife was like most city men: I often went to bars, played mahjong, and chatted with friends while watching the sexy women in the bars. I started coming home later and later...

Chapter 2
In these somewhat mundane days, until the third year of our marriage, I went on a business trip to the city of my college classmate. This wasn't unusual; the probability of infidelity between classmates is highest. We drank a lot together, and then she came to my hotel with me. We chatted absentmindedly for a while, but there wasn't much substantial content; it was all nonsense about reminiscing about college life. Suddenly, there was an awkward silence, and we just stared at each other.
I don't know who started it, but we suddenly embraced, kissing and caressing each other passionately. I frantically ripped off her business suit, panties, and bra, and soon she was naked in front of me like a little lamb. Her figure was far inferior to my wife's; after more than ten years apart, there was a noticeable roll of fat around her waist. But I felt an inexplicable excitement, my penis felt like it was about to explode. The air was filled with a faint scent different from my wife's, with a hint of musky odor. I took a deep breath, lifted her thighs, and without foreplay or a condom, I thrust deeply into her, pumping my hips hard, watching her two white breasts bounce up and down. Hearing the increasingly loud moans of the young woman before me, my nerves were in a state of extreme excitement. My penis thrust in and out repeatedly, white foam clinging to her slightly dark labia. My erect penis could feel the throbbing of her vaginal walls. This place would never have belonged to me; only her husband's penis could legally and morally unrestrainedly penetrate it. Now, deeply inserted there was a strange penis with bulging veins—it was mine. Suddenly, I experienced a completely new kind of pleasure, one I had never felt with my wife. This time, I thrust for over 20 minutes before biting her ear and ejaculating into her uterus. That night, we tried various positions and postures until we finally fell asleep exhausted in the early hours of the morning…
This thrilling affair continued for over half a year afterward, and I gained a satisfaction I had never experienced before, if only her husband hadn't found out…
During the six months I was having an affair, I noticeably neglected my wife. I could sense that she must have noticed, but she said nothing. She just went to work, came home, went shopping, and called my parents and daughter every day. After breaking up with my classmate, I felt incredibly guilty facing my quiet and gentle wife. Out of a desire to atone, I often helped with housework and treated her extra tenderly for a while.
However, the thrill of it all lingered in my mind, and before long, I started having inappropriate thoughts again. In the following year, I had several secret affairs with other women. Before long, I had a steady mistress. I devoted most of my energy to her. Sometimes I was powerless to meet my wife's advances and needs, and sometimes I would finish in a few minutes like handing in homework. My wife was like a beautiful vase placed in the house; she belonged to me anyway, so I didn't care much about her. But I had to take good care of that seductive mistress. As a result, I spent less and less time with my wife, and our communication became less and less frequent. The neglect became more and more serious. I didn't realize that my wife was only twenty-three years old. For most girls that age, they might have just graduated from college. I didn't realize this. I was juggling between my wife and mistress, enjoying the bliss of having both a wife and a concubine, feeling very pleased with myself...

Chapter 3:
For a man's infidelity, women don't actually need solid evidence. Their intuition is the most reliable evidence. I thought my lies were flawless, and that my wife didn't know I had another woman.
I realized this on my wife's 24th birthday, the day I returned from a business trip. I hadn't told her; I wanted to surprise her… As
soon as I got off the plane, I went straight to a flower shop, bought a bouquet of bright red roses and a red date-flavored birthday cake—her favorite. I hailed a taxi and rushed home. The taxi driver, seeing the large bouquet of roses in my hand, laughed and said, "For your lover?" "No way, it's for my wife." "Haha, these days, there aren't many good men like you." "That's right, haha." While chatting casually with the taxi driver, my heart was already at home.
When I drove up to the apartment building, I checked my watch. It was past 8:00. My wife should be home by now. She goes to the gym to practice yoga and doesn't get back until 7:30 every day. She's probably showered by now and is reading in bed. I pictured her lying in bed, holding a book, looking so relaxed...
I took a deep breath, imagining the look of surprise on her face when she sees me. I climbed up to the sixth floor, inserted the key, and gently opened the door. A strong smell of sweat from sneakers wafted towards me. Turning my head, I saw a pair of large, greyish-white men's sneakers haphazardly placed on the shoe rack. I frowned. "A guest?" As far as I knew, my wife didn't have any particularly close male friends. There was no one in the living room either. Hmm, after calming my racing heart, I heard faint moans and hissing sounds like eating ice cream coming from the bedroom. The bedroom door was ajar, and a small crack let in the dim pink light. "Cheating," the word flashed through my mind. Then my head spun, as if I'd been hit hard, and I went blank for a moment, a jumble of thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I quietly approached the crack in the bedroom door...
Clothes were scattered haphazardly on the bedroom floor: a man's black t-shirt, and a woman's business suit, flesh-colored stockings, and bra that I recognized. On my wife's and my large bed, a man with a tanned complexion lay sprawled out, groaning in pleasure. My wife, her plump, white buttocks raised, knelt between his hairy black legs, licking his penis with relish. His engorged shaft, covered in her saliva, gleamed under the pink bedside lamp. Her long hair obscured her familiar face, making it impossible to discern her expression…
Seeing this, a burning rage ignited within me, relentlessly consuming my inner turmoil. My heart pounded. "Damn it, I'm going to kill them," a voice screamed inside me. "Kill them? Charge in?" Suddenly, a series of sweet scenes from when I first met and fell in love with my wife flashed through my mind like a movie. The little moments of our life together over the years, my first affair, my passionate encounter with my college classmate, my neglect of my wife over the years… I clutched my hair in anguish. "Are you taking revenge on me, Junjun…?" I could imagine that if I charged in, my wife might suffer a complete emotional breakdown, and there would be no turning back between us…
"Oh, that feels so good, baby. Get your tongue moving too, and don't let your hands be idle either, rub my balls... Yes, just like that, don't stop." Just as I was wallowing in self-pity, the guy spoke up. Judging from his voice, he wasn't young. "Oh, oh, oh, just like that, so good, baby. Looks like you don't do oral sex often, oh..." I calmed down, thinking about how to resolve the situation, while coldly glancing at the bed. The guy was squinting, moaning comfortably, while my wife was intently licking his glans. Both of them were completely absorbed, showing no signs of fatigue. Unaware that someone was already standing at the door, the guy's penis was of average length, but seemed a bit thicker than mine, looking quite robust. The glans was purplish-red, glistening with my wife's saliva. Under his guidance, my wife's tongue circled the glans, while her left hand gripped his penis and stroked it up and down. Her fair right hand gently massaged his testicles. My wife's snow-white buttocks were also glistening, and the pubic hair on her vulva was wet and stuck to her labia majora, indicating that the guy had licked it as well...
"Oh, oh, that feels so good. You learn so fast. Okay, baby, I can't hold back anymore. Lick it a little longer, I'm about to cum," the guy said, flipping over and pinning his naked wife beneath him. "Baby, let's do it from behind." "Okay, condom," I only heard my wife hum through her nose. "Okay, I know, it's always so troublesome... Okay, like this, lie down," the guy quickly put on a condom and positioned his wife in a kneeling position. His wife's face was buried deep in the mandarin duck pillow, her pert buttocks sticking up high. From behind, you couldn't see his slender waist. Hmm, this guy's muscles are pretty solid. Did my wife meet him at the gym? A thought seemed to form in my mind…
Looking at the snow-white, slender female body before me, “slap, slap,” the guy smugly patted his wife’s high, plump buttocks, exclaiming, “Tsk tsk, baby, your figure is amazing, you can’t tell you’ve had children.” My wife’s body trembled slightly. “Don’t rush,” he said, grasping his engorged penis and aiming it at my wife’s wet vulva, teasing her wet clitoris with the glans, not in a hurry to insert it. My body trembled slightly. “It’s going in, I have to stop it…” “What’s the use of stopping it? Is this their first time? If you rush in now, how will things end?” At this moment, my soul felt like it was split in two. In this intense torment, a strange, extremely strong pleasure filled my entire body. I found my penis was terribly hard, and deep down, I seemed to be secretly anticipating the guy’s penetration…
"Ah, oh," just as I was feeling confused, I quickly looked towards the bedroom. I saw that the guy's glans slowly pushed in halfway, then began to rub against my wife's clitoris, labia minora, and vaginal opening. My wife's two pink labia were stretched wide open, then instantly pulled back out, and a trickle of lustful fluid slowly flowed from the lewd cleft. My wife seemed unwilling to accept this teasing, her snow-white buttocks swaying from side to side. "Hehe," seeing my wife's impatient look, the guy grinned wickedly and placed his monstrous penis in my wife's buttocks. He squeezed his wife's fair, pert buttocks with both hands and began thrusting. With the friction of his penis, her pink, alluring vulva leaked fluid, and her whole body trembled slightly…
After playing like this for a while, the man stopped. "Baby! I'm coming!" A soft "plop…!" sounded, like a balloon popping, followed by his wife's muffled moan, "Ugh…!" Her voice seemed to carry a sense of liberating pleasure…
My brain spun for a moment. "Finally, it's in!" A strange excitement made my penis feel like it was about to explode. I stared, mesmerized, at the thick, dark penis firmly inserted between my wife's pink flesh. I let out a soft sigh, as if relieved.
The guy's penis was fully inside, his abdomen pressed against my wife's plump, pert buttocks. He didn't thrust, just hissing softly. "You're such a beauty, I almost came as soon as it went in..." The guy pressed down on my wife's snow-white buttocks, took another deep breath, and began to slowly thrust in and out. He thrust very slowly, each time slowly withdrawing the head of his penis until it reached the entrance of my wife's vagina, then forcefully and quickly thrusting it in. Each thrust made a very loud "smack!" sound, and my wife would let out a soft "uh."
The guy thrust in and out like this for dozens of times, then suddenly accelerated his thrusting. The scrotum slapped against his wife's long, white thighs with a "smack, smack..." sound.
With the man's vigorous thrusting, his wife let out increasingly rapid muffled moans, "Ah, uh, ah, uh..." The moans further stimulated the man's nerves, making him thrust even more frantically.
I could clearly see the tender flesh of his wife's vagina being stretched open, turning in and out with the man's frenzied thrusting, milky white, glistening vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, running down her perineum to her thighs...! Below their joined genitals, a wet patch was constantly expanding...
that monstrous penis was covered in white foam, utterly obscene.
While rapidly manipulating her protruding, snow-white buttocks, the young man reached out and grabbed his wife's hands, pulling her upper body towards him until it formed a perfect crescent shape. He was like a wild, untamed rider, mercilessly wielding his thick, dark penis, "Crack, crack, crack..." each lash more brutal than the last, trying to tame the stubborn, beautiful horse beneath him. His wife's head was held high, her mouth slightly open, her expression seemingly pained. Her firm breasts swayed with each thrust, her pink nipples erect...
Watching the intense lovemaking in the bedroom, I don't know when I pulled out my own penis and began frantically stroking it. I felt a dull ache in my chest, but also a strange excitement; it felt as if all the blood in my body had rushed to my penis.
After thrusting like this for seven or eight minutes, the guy seemed tired. He rolled over and pinned his wife beneath him. Looking at his wife's long, snow-white legs, he swallowed hard, straightened up, and lifted his wife's two slender, beautiful legs onto his shoulders. He ran his hand over his wife's vulva a few times, stroked his still-erect penis, adjusted his position, and pressed his buttocks down deeply. The guy's hips pressed down so hard that, from my angle, my wife's body appeared to be folded in two. Her slender legs pressed against her firm breasts, her pert, beautiful buttocks were raised high, and a thick, dark penis was deeply inserted into the middle of her pink vulva, fully inserted. I could only see... Two dark testicles swayed slightly, and with a "plop, plop," the guy's firm buttocks slammed against them. He pressed his long, white legs against his wife, pressing her delicate feet against her head. From my angle, my wife's pert, snow-white buttocks were exaggeratedly raised high, and a thick, dark penis was repeatedly thrusting in and out of the pink slit in the center of her buttocks. Each time, the guy would thrust in all the way to the hilt, slowly withdrawing, then thrusting in again like a sharp sword, bringing up rings of white foam. The guy's mouth wasn't idle either; while thrusting, he was also sucking on my wife's breasts, making smacking noises. He seemed to really like me. His wife's pear-shaped breasts were being licked and bitten, her nipples trembling. "Tsk tsk, baby, I can't believe you're a married woman. These breasts smell so good. This figure. The feel of this skin, um. So fucking tight.
So comfortable." His wife was now in a daze, her hands gripping the young man's sweaty back tightly, her head thrashing from side to side, her moans rising and falling with his thrusts. Her body flushed crimson; I knew it was a sign of her impending climax…
The young man's breathing grew heavier, his thrusts faster and harder, like a pile driver, the bed creaking under the strain. With a series of creaking sounds, "Ah, ah, I'm almost there!" With one last heavy thrust, the guy's hips pressed firmly against his wife's snow-white, plump buttocks. His buttocks trembled, and his thighs convulsed like a seizure. "Ah..." His wife also let out a high-pitched cry. It seemed they had reached orgasm together. Seeing this scene, I could no longer hold back. My whole body trembled as I ejaculated a thick stream of semen onto the floor...
The bedroom suddenly fell silent, with only the soft breathing of the guy and my wife. I leaned against the wall by the bedroom door, exhausted, staring blankly at the ceiling in the living room. A strange emptiness lingered in my heart. Would my wife leave me? Without a doubt, I love my wife. I've never thought about separating from her. I'm more than ten years older than her, and in my eyes, she sometimes seems more like a playful and beautiful daughter. When I coax or tease her, it's just like coaxing our mischievous daughter, Nannan. Sometimes, my wife will imitate our daughter and play little pranks. At those times, I'll deliberately put on a fierce face and say, "I'll spank you, you little brat!" My wife will laugh mischievously and run away, saying, "You're so fierce, Daddy, husband..." Looking back, the flame of love between us has burned out. After we got used to each other, what we have as husband and wife is a kind of blood-related kinship.
"Hey, I said, we're already like this, why won't you let me kiss you?" The boy's voice came from the bedroom, interrupting my reverie. "No reason, I just don't like it," my wife's cold voice floated out. "You...you've already done it, why are you pretending to be chaste!" The guy seemed a little dissatisfied. "Are all men this self-righteous?" The wife seemed a little agitated. There was a moment of silence in the bedroom. "I really don't understand you women, you've already done it but you won't kiss," the guy muttered softly. "Okay, okay, don't be angry, I was wrong, alright..." "Brother Ma, my husband is coming back in a few days. I won't contact you again. We agreed before, we both have families, and you're the father of two children. If we continue like this, it will hurt our loved ones. I don't want to betray my husband again..." The wife suddenly started to sob softly. "Don't cry, ah. Don't cry, don't worry, I won't bother you again. In a few months, I'll be going back too." "It's my hometown in Yunnan. I'm getting old, and I can't work as a fitness instructor for many more years. It's time for me to go back. I've saved up some money after working hard in the city for so many years. I'm planning to go back to my hometown and open a farm. I'll be my own boss. My wife may not be as beautiful as you, a city girl, but she's still the most beautiful woman in our area. I don't want my wife to be taken by someone else." At this point, the guy changed to a lewd tone. "To be honest, I really can't bear to part with you. I never thought I'd be able to sleep with a woman as beautiful as you in my life. Hehe, especially when I'm in your husband's bed and I'm making his wife moan and groan. Tsk tsk, that feeling is just amazing..." "You still say that..." The wife seemed both ashamed and angry. "Ah, don't hit me, don't hit me, I was wrong," the guy cried out.
"You son of a bitch, you're asking for it," I cursed inwardly as I heard the kid's words. But at the same time, the image of that kid's thick, dark penis thrusting in and out of my wife's pink vulva flashed through my mind. I could almost hear my wife's moans, high and low, accompanying the creaking of the bed. And my penis, uncooperatively, became as hard as an iron rod...
"Brother Ma, do you have enough money to open the farm? If not, I have a card here with 20,000 yuan. It's not much, you can use it," the wife's voice rang out after a moment of silence in the bedroom. "What, do you think I'm a gigolo, or are you afraid I'll bother you again? Let me tell you, although I'm not rich, I'm not so poor that I have to sell myself as a gigolo. I'm a man of my word, a promise is a promise," the young man's voice suddenly rose eight octaves. "You... don't misunderstand, I... I didn't mean that..." the wife's voice trembled. His voice stammered, "I'm a real man, and aside from being a bit of a womanizer, who wouldn't give me a thumbs up? Besides, we're just a couple, neither of us owes the other anything. I didn't mean to cause any trouble. Alright, I should go now. See you again someday..." The sound of rustling clothes coming from the bedroom echoed...
Hearing this, I suddenly realized that the guy had some redeeming qualities. Good, if I encountered a persistent jerk, dealing with him would be really difficult. But how much of what he said was true? If he was lying to my wife and kept making a fuss later, what should I do? Lost in thought, I quietly left the room…

Chapter 4
Sitting on a stone bench in the residential park, I took out a cigarette and quietly watched the stairwell. A moment later, a dark figure emerged. By the orange light of the park lamps, I could make out the guy's face. He was about 1.7 meters tall, half a head shorter than me, but had a well-built physique, without my protruding beer belly. His tight black t-shirt accentuated his muscular chest. His face lived up to his name, Brother Ma. He seemed to be in a good mood, humming something I couldn't quite make out. I swayed back and forth as I walked towards the gate, playing a little tune...
Watching the boy's figure disappear into the thick darkness, I let out a long sigh, flicked my finger, and the cigarette, already burned to the butt, spun as I flicked it into the grass...
Sitting quietly on the cold stone bench, I slowly recalled the bits and pieces of my life with my wife over the years. I remembered that in the early days of our marriage, my wife and I looked forward to the night every day, and when we made love, we wanted to meld each other into our bodies. When did that fiery passion between my wife and me disappear? I can't remember. Was it the birth of our daughter? It doesn't seem like that. The birth of our daughter has strengthened the bond between my wife and me. With her arrival, she acts more like a spoiled young girl in my presence, playing little pranks and laughing hysterically at my foolishness…
Is this what they call the seven-year itch or something…? I can't figure it out; my mind is a jumbled mess…
Looking up, the window of our bedroom on the sixth floor still emits a dim light. What is my wife doing now? Looking at that faint light, a vivid image appears in my mind: that guy's thick, dark penis deeply inserted between my wife's pink vulva. I feel my body trembling violently, every nerve in my body uncontrollably excited—a stimulation even stronger than ejaculation. My penis shamefully hardens again… I feel panicked. What's wrong with me? I pounded my head hard...
I was terrified of everything I had, yet at the same time, I seemed to be enjoying this morbid pleasure immensely...
That night, I stayed at a hotel and hired two prostitutes. Recalling the lewd image of that guy's thick penis thrusting forcefully into my wife's alluring vulva, I was incredibly virile that night, my penis feeling harder than ever before, driving the two prostitutes to ecstasy...
After the passion subsided, I rested at the hotel for two days. I realized I owed my wife so much. I felt uneasy and ashamed of my shameful thoughts. I decided to make it up to her properly in the future. Time is the best medicine for many problems, and I believed everything would return to normal...

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