My wife was stolen.

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Moderator comment star361 (2007-12-18 19:43): I dare not comment on the layout of the original poster. It's too...sweat. I'll take some time to format it next time. It's easy. A wife is stolen.

Life is like a wonderful kaleidoscope, ever-changing. An initial, unintentional encounter may determine a lifetime's destiny. People grow and change slowly with time and experience, and the initial and the final often form a huge difference.

I used to work in a state-owned enterprise with thousands of employees. My first wife was from our company. Our courtship was both sweet and bittersweet. She was a year older than me, already 25 years old. Before that, I had always focused all my time on work and never thought about dating. She was the secretary of the Youth League branch in our company. A chance encounter slowly brought us together. I liked her wild personality. She walked with her head held high, her shoulder-length short hair swinging on her head, giving people a sense of youthful vitality and beauty. She had a pair of big eyes that always sparkled, and when she talked to you, you felt your heart beat fast. We fell in love quickly after meeting; she was my first woman. One time she came to my house, and since it was late, she stayed overnight. I remember after dinner, she secretly told me, "I want you to hold me while we sleep tonight." I was so nervous. I said no, "You have to sleep in the same bed as my mom tonight," otherwise my mom definitely wouldn't agree. At that time, I hadn't touched her yet; before, I'd only touched her breasts through her clothes or kissed her. I knew nothing about women. She chuckled and turned to help my mom wash the dishes. I have my own room at home, a room that has been with me since middle school. That night, I lay in bed unable to sleep, constantly thinking about her words. As I began to drift off, I felt a warm body slip into my blankets and embrace me. I knew it was her. I was incredibly nervous, terrified my parents would hear. But I couldn't control myself and we kissed passionately, holding each other tightly. We held each other like that for a long time. She finally broke the silence, whispering in my ear, "I want to do it with you." Her body rubbed against mine, and I could no longer control myself. My penis was already hard, pressing against her body through my shorts. She reached inside my shorts and grasped my penis; it was the first time she had touched me there. She gently stroked it, making my blood boil. My hands also groped her body haphazardly, reaching inside her clothes. I felt her soft breasts… and touched her vulva… such a smooth, tender place. She told me not to move, then she climbed on top of me, grasping my penis and slowly guiding it beneath her. Suddenly, I felt a warm, moist, soft opening envelop me. She slowly twisted her hips, rubbing against me. My blood boiled, and I couldn't suppress my passion, ejaculating. Afterward, she lay on top of me and began to kiss me slowly. I felt her vagina gripping and biting my penis until it slowly slipped out. My first time ended like that. I knew she wasn't a virgin; I knew a long time ago, but I don't have a strong attachment to virginity. She had told me before that her first love was raped by her boyfriend, and I didn't think it was her fault. So I didn't blame her. I told her I loved her, and nothing else mattered; I could accept all of this. After our first time

, she whispered to me, "You're mine now, you can't be with anyone else." After that first time, I couldn't stop. We made love relentlessly in our company dormitory, seizing every opportunity. It was in the dormitory that I first saw her genitals—lots of hair, long, thick labia. Her vagina wasn't very tight; she liked me to use my fingers to explore inside, sometimes I could insert three fingers. My finger stimulation helped her reach even greater orgasms.

However, something unexpected happened, something that caused me a lot of pain, and we almost broke up. In the end, I forgave her. Her ex-boyfriend worked at our company; I knew nothing about him before. One afternoon, I went to her office to look for her, but her colleague said she had taken the afternoon off and hadn't come. Thinking she was sick, I went to her dormitory. I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered; it was locked from the inside. However, I heard noises coming from inside, so I knew she was there. I called out, "I heard you in the room, open the door!" After a while, the door opened. A man was sitting on the bed, and she was standing in the middle of the room. Her clothes were neat, but her hair was a little messy, and she looked very embarrassed. I recognized the man; he was a worker from a subordinate agency of our unit. When he saw me, he stood up, said to her, "I'm leaving, I wish you happiness," and then he got up and left. I felt completely frozen, unable to move an inch or speak. I stared at her, speechless.

After she locked the door, she slumped onto the bed with a thud, her head facing inwards, not looking at me, and started crying. At that moment, I snapped out of it, rushed to her, grabbed her shoulders, and asked her why she hadn't opened the door for me, and whether they were doing something shameful. She cried and told me, "He's my ex-boyfriend..." and then just kept crying. I was frantic, raising my arms high and spinning around the room, not knowing how to vent my emotions. I wanted to rush out, but the moment my hand touched the doorknob, she grabbed my legs, knelt on the floor, and wouldn't let me go. She cried and begged, "Don't go, please, I love you." I stood there, my heart breaking, my body stiffening. I stood there for a long time, and she knelt on the floor, holding my legs and dragging me backward. Finally, I was dragged to the bed against my will, pushed down, and my mind went blank. She started kissing my face and neck frantically, unbuttoning my clothes, muttering, "I won't let you go." I let her take off her clothes, staring at the ceiling without saying a word. Finally, I lay there naked, and she was naked too. She kissed my entire body, repeatedly saying, "This way you won't be able to leave." She slowly kissed and wrapped her lips around my penis, but it was as soft as noodles and wouldn't get hard. She sucked and rubbed it frantically. My emotions slowly returned to normal, and I pulled her up... She nestled obediently in my arms, hugging my waist. Looking at her, the hatred I felt earlier vanished. I asked her, "Tell me the truth, what happened between you two?" She buried her head in my chest and whispered, "Don't be angry if I tell you." I calmed myself down. "If you can tell me honestly, I'll feel better." She said, "This is her ex-boyfriend. She was with him before she met you." I suppressed my emotions and asked, "Didn't you break up?" She said, "No, we weren't before, we just broke up." I got a little anxious and pushed her away, asking, "Then what are we?" She hugged my neck again and said, "Can you let me finish first?" I said okay, go ahead. She said, "I should have broken up with him a long time ago, but I kept dragging it on. Then I fell in love with you. But because I changed my mind, I feel guilty towards him, but I don't know how to break up with him." He contacted me at noon today, so I came back and talked to him. I told him honestly that I had fallen in love with someone else and couldn't be with him anymore, so we broke up. Then you came. After she finished speaking, she kissed me and said, "I love you, you know?"

My heart was a jumble of emotions, a mix of feelings. I asked her, "What did you two do in the room all afternoon?" She said, "Just sat there talking about this." I said that was impossible, "Your hair is all messy," and if she didn't tell me the truth, I really wouldn't talk to her anymore. I got up to leave. She immediately grabbed my waist, preventing me from moving. She said, "Then let me tell you something, please don't be angry, please don't be angry." I said, "Then tell me." She said, "At first, I didn't know how to tell him. After we came in, he hugged me, and I didn't agree. He sensed something and asked me what was wrong. I gritted my teeth and said to him, 'Let's break up.' He asked me why, but I wouldn't say. He held me tightly, and I couldn't resist because I wasn't as strong as him. I ignored him and told him to leave. He wouldn't leave, and we were stuck there. Later, I told him that I had fallen in love with someone else, and he was in so much pain. I told him it was impossible, and then you came, and that's how it happened." I looked at her and said, "Nothing else happened, I don't believe it." She said "no," and I said that was impossible. I came in and he seemed very calm. Did you two do it? She initially denied everything, then only admitted to "hugging her and touching her." She said he wanted to rekindle the old feeling with her, so he forcibly touched her, but no matter how he touched her, she didn't feel anything. I asked him, "Where did he touch you? Did he touch everything?" She hummed in agreement. At this point, I had mostly calmed down. I knew she wouldn't tell if I didn't relax. So I deliberately kissed her forehead, suppressing my emotions, and said… "Is it because you love me that you don't have feelings for him anymore?" She hummed in agreement. I pretended to be very excited and hugged her tightly, saying, "Now I know how much you love me, and I love you too." Then I kissed her, and we kissed passionately for a while. She gradually relaxed, and I climbed on top of her, kissing her nipples. While kissing, I said, "Here's a reward for you; you're really brave and unyielding." I asked her again, "How did he touch you?" She said, "With my hands." I said, "I know, with my hands; I put them inside your clothes." She hummed in agreement. I parted her legs and slowly licked her vulva with my tongue, and she became somewhat excited. I asked her, "Did he put his fingers inside?" She hummed in agreement. She added, "But there really wasn't any water, it was completely dry." I asked her what happened next, and she said, "Then she broke free and wouldn't let him touch her again." I said you two didn't do anything else, and she swore, "Really, we didn't, or I'll die a horrible death." I thought, forget it, I can't ask anymore. Finally, I asked her why she didn't open the door when I knocked, what you two were doing.

She said, "We wanted to wait for me to leave, because I knocked for a while and thought no one would leave." She said she didn't want me to see it, and that she wanted to take care of it herself.

I was still very distressed during that time. I knew she would never admit it if they had done it. But she had told me about her past with him, how they often had sex. However, they both got busy and rarely saw each other, and their relationship cooled down until I went to jail. Later, I asked her if they had sex while we were together. She only admitted to it two or three times, but she denied it that day. I know that's not important anymore. If you love her and can't leave, you have to accept it. If you don't love her, what does it matter whether it happened or not?

Her ex-boyfriend contacted her a few more times afterward, and she told me each time beforehand. I told her to talk to him. But each time, she insisted on talking to him outside, and in the end, he never came back. My girlfriend also changed jobs, and that was the end of it.

Later, we got married. To create a good atmosphere and let go of my inhibitions, I often asked her to talk about how they made love, and how it was when we met. She said she was distracted, and every time she wanted to talk to him, but she couldn't muster the courage. When he penetrated her, she was always very dry, not very lubricated, unlike when she was with me. After hearing it so many times, she didn't care anymore. She also confessed to having two other boyfriends before, one was her first love, whom I knew, and another I didn't know about. She said her second boyfriend taught her oral sex, etc. Later, I had an affair and slept with a married woman who was five years older than me. I slept with her while looking at a photo of her and her husband, and suddenly felt a surge of pleasure. Afterwards, I confessed my mistake, and she forgave me.

Two years into our marriage, we peacefully separated due to other issues. More than ten years have passed. Every year when I return to that city, I occasionally call her and ask her out, but we've never had sex. After the divorce, she dated seven or eight boyfriends, but none of them lasted. Now she's still single. Every year I secretly send her some money, worried about her finances. I still can't let her go emotionally, but I know it's impossible for us to be together anymore. I've already remarried a long time ago; I can't betray my current marriage.

My second wife, who is now my wife, is ironically the one I stole. She was my boss's mistress. Her life was very complicated; she'd been with many men.

Having gone through her first marriage, I was very open-minded about sex. I was indifferent to relationships. After that, I slept with many women, basically breaking up with them after a few times. One of them was a college student; the relationship lasted a little over two months before ending.

She was the tightest woman I'd ever met; penetration was always difficult. But she wasn't a virgin; I guess she'd been deflowered by other men before. I didn't ask; I wasn't interested.

After my divorce, I left the state-owned enterprise and went into business with friends. The business didn't do well, but I was very familiar with the industry, so through a friend's introduction, I got a job as a mid-level manager at a subsidiary of a private group. That's when I met my current wife. In the business

world, I made many friends, and when these friends got together, the most frequent topic of conversation was women. Back then, it was popular to "play with married women," which meant seducing respectable women into bed behind their husbands' backs. Once a good one appeared, friends would often introduce us, we'd have a few meals together, get some red wine, and she'd be pretty drunk... You could then carry her to a hotel room and have sex with her. It's always the same: a few times, then it's over, no more contact. It's dangerous; if her husband catches you, it's no joke.

Later, a very close friend told me he'd hooked up with a really good one—a woman who was someone's mistress, around 26 or 27 years old, beautiful and sexy. He'd slept with her a couple of times; she was wet and had great oral skills. He said he'd introduce her to me, and I was thrilled. One day he paged me, telling me to hurry to a certain restaurant. I knew he'd chosen a time. When I got there, he was chatting with a beautiful woman at a table. As soon as he saw me, he stood up and introduced me, saying I was his friend, and showering me with compliments. As soon as I sat down, he ordered red wine, insisting on having a good drink with me. I knew he was doing it on purpose. I wanted to get that woman drunk. As soon as I raised my glass, I kept offering her drinks, making up all sorts of excuses. Beautiful women aren't immune to flattery, and it didn't take long for her face to turn red, and her voice started to slur. My friend gave me a wink, then stood up and said he needed to pee, going to the restroom. I knew he was just making an excuse to leave and wouldn't be back. I continued chatting with her; by this time we were more familiar with each other. Whenever I had the chance, I kept offering her drinks. She asked me why he wasn't back yet, and I said he was probably drunk. She asked me to look for him, so I pretended to go for a walk, keeping an eye on her out of the corner of my eye, and then went to pay the bill. When I came back, she was already fast asleep on the table. I helped her out, hailed a taxi, and headed straight to the hotel; I had booked a room beforehand.

Once in the room, I quickly undressed her. Her skin was very fair, and her breasts weren't very large. She was also quite full-figured, with nipples that were reddish-purple. She had a lot of armpit hair, which was unusual for women back then, and also a lot of pubic hair. I spread her legs and examined her vulva closely. Her labia were slightly dark, with sparse pubic hair around them. The overall color of her genitals was rather dark, probably from too much sex. As I was undressing her, she moaned a few times and then fell silent. I began to slowly play with her; I liked to play with her first, and then penetrate her when she couldn't take it anymore.

I knelt down and started licking her vulva and the base of her legs. Soon, I heard her nasal voice become heavier, and her body began to heave. She started moaning again. Seeing that it was about time, I thrust inside her. Under my repeated assault, she opened her eyes, looking half-asleep, glanced at me, and then closed them again. I thrust violently, her body heaving intensely, and she started making sounds, "uh...uh." Finally, feeling myself about to ejaculate, I pulled out and ejaculated onto her vulva, then wiped her clean with a tissue. After the intense thrusting, I felt the effects of the alcohol kicking in, and I felt extremely exhausted. I held her and fell asleep. I slept until the next morning. When I woke up, I found she was gone. I didn't know when she left. She had neatly folded my clothes and placed them there, with a note on them. I picked them up and read: "We'll never see each other again, and don't look for me."

When I got back, I told my friend about it. He kept lamenting, saying he'd sent her many pagers but she wouldn't reply, and he couldn't contact her after that; she disappeared.

I slowly forgot about her. After that, I dated a few other women, but none of them had the same passion as with her. About a year later, business was really bad. It was hard to make money. Then a friend I knew persuaded me to work for him; he was the general manager of a subsidiary of a private group. I figured it was hard to make money anyway, so I went.

That morning, I arrived at the company. My friend was in a meeting at head office and told me to wait. When I went in, the receptionist led me directly to his office. As soon as I sat down, a young woman came to pour me water. I was sitting with my legs crossed, looking at the room's furnishings, not paying much attention to her at first. After she finished pouring the tea, she looked up and said, "Sir…" When our faces met, I suddenly froze. Her lips trembled slightly. "You… how did you get here?" I immediately remembered her—the woman who left a note at the hotel and left. I was flustered and didn't know what to say, so I immediately stood up and said, "The general manager is my friend, I'm here to help him." Her face paled slightly as she looked at me and said, "You and he are friends?" I hummed in response, but then added, "We've known each other for less than two months." She said "Oh." I asked her, "How are you doing now?" She answered irrelevantly, "He's my boyfriend, we've been together for two years." I immediately understood what she meant and said, "I've forgotten everything from before, I won't cause you any trouble." She hummed in response, nodded, picked up the water bottle, turned around, and placed it some distance away. Later, she came back and sat in the chair in front of me, and we started chatting. By this time, the atmosphere had relaxed, and the tension had eased. I told her about my business's poor performance over the past two years, and about being deceived by a friend. She also talked about her own experiences. She had been with this friend for two years, acting as his mistress and secretary. He had a wife and children, so she knew she had little hope. For a while, he took his wife and children on a trip abroad, and she felt lonely and jealous, so she went on her own trip and met me. After he returned, she didn't dare to be too unrestrained. I told her that over the years, I'd met many women and slept with many. "Who hasn't had a past?" she said, smiling broadly. She replied, "Tell me sometime how you got them into bed. Did you get them all drunk?" We both laughed and chatted about random things. A short while later, my friend returned from a meeting. Seeing me, he rushed over, grabbed my hand, and said, "Finally, I got you here!" Then he turned to her and asked, "Did you give my guest any trouble?" I quickly added, "Your subordinates are all very shrewd; a strong general has no weak soldiers." He laughed heartily and said, "Your arrival is like adding a powerful general to my team. Please guide me in the future." We sat down and discussed some work arrangements. He arranged a very large office for me downstairs, just for me for the time being. That was the end of it. Life is unpredictable; I never imagined that my friend's mistress would eventually become my wife.

She quickly settled into the company and her business took off. Sometimes when she went downstairs to run errands, she would stop by my place for a chat, and over time we became good friends. She told me about her past, and I told her mine, and we built a tacit trust. Her family was very poor, her father was bedridden, and her mother was the sole breadwinner, having incurred a lot of debt to send her to university. While in school, she worked part-time to support her studies. After graduation, she struggled to find stable employment for a long time, and her income was unstable. She had several boyfriends, but all relationships ended quickly. It wasn't that the men were too poor or too unreliable. She drifted like this for two or three years before finally landing a job as a secretary at this company. The general manager treated her very well and was very generous. Since she was already knowledgeable about relationships, she simply became his mistress. Later, she learned that he not only had a wife but also other women. But there was nothing she could do; he had money to support her, and she had to maintain her job and send money home every month. Although she knew she was just his plaything, she felt utterly helpless. When she was feeling really down, she would go out. If she met a nice man, she'd indulge herself occasionally, then quietly slip away. But she never expected we'd meet again; she believed it was fate. I told her about my past, my ex-wife, that incident, and how promiscuous I was after the divorce, how I seduced people, and so on. Later, when we talked about getting her drunk and carrying her to a hotel, we both laughed. She said that man had mentioned me to her before, saying he'd introduce us, and she knew what was going on, neither agreeing nor objecting at the time. She knew that when he got her drunk that day, she wanted to get drunk. When she saw me on top of her, she accepted it. The next day she woke up very early, just staring at me. She said she liked me more and more, but knew it was impossible, afraid of actually falling for me, so she folded my clothes, left a note, and left. That's why she hasn't seen me or my friends, thinking she'd never see me again. Who knew fate had arranged this? We both smiled knowingly.

My relationship with her progressed rapidly. Every day, she would sneak a peek at me before quickly running away. Then one day, an opportunity arose. My friend, a general manager, had to go on a business trip to Guangzhou for a few days without inviting her, knowing she was probably taking another woman. No sooner had he left than she came to my place, asking if I was free to go out that night.

We went out until midnight and had a few drinks. She then said, "Shall we get a hotel room?" We went to the nearest hotel hand-in-hand and booked a room. As soon as we entered, we immediately embraced and kissed passionately, undressing each other as we did so, and fell onto the bed. That night, we made love three times. After I ejaculated, she used her mouth to make it hard again and continued. Finally, exhausted, we cuddled in bed, whispering sweet nothings, neither of us wanting to sleep.

We started talking about our longing for each other, and I asked her about her experience making love with him. She said he was a pervert; sometimes when they had sex in hotels, he wouldn't even close the curtains and liked to play with her. Sometimes they did it in his Lexus, but most of the time he was busy, and when he wanted to, he would just do it to her directly on his office desk. I heard this and secretly laughed. I said, "From now on, we'll do it on my office desk, and that'll drive him crazy." She laughed happily and said, "We'll make him a cuckold, make him a bastard." I couldn't help but laugh too, and asked her with a smile, "Tell me honestly, how many times have you made him a cuckold? How many times has he become a bastard? Don't say you haven't, I know everything." She leaned against me and seriously counted on her fingers, "One for you, one for your friend..." Then she rolled her eyes, looked at me with a mischievous smile, and said, "Guess." I said there were more than a dozen, or even more. She said, "I've had two this year, and maybe four or five last year." I asked her where she frequented, and she said, "Bars, disco, and friends introducing me to others, just like you." She said she usually only did it two or three times with each one before leaving. I poked her genitals and said, "You can fuck even better than me," and she playfully slapped me. She said she had a particularly wild month, doing a lot of things, but she left in the end. She said she met a boss and wanted to be with him; he was very rich. He had a villa, and they always had sex there, and she was very enthusiastic. At first, there were no problems, but later the boss said he wanted to try something more exciting. He wouldn't say anything when she asked, so she didn't dare ask further. One day, the boss called her over, and she went. After entering the house, he became impatient after only a few words. But he insisted on blindfolding her with a black cloth, which she thought was just a game. So he let her have her. He made her lie there, and after a few minutes of penetration from behind, he got up. Suddenly, an even thicker penis entered her. She was immediately startled and quickly took off her blindfold, turning around to see another very tall man penetrating her. She immediately shouted for him and tried to struggle, but the boss held her down from the front, saying it was a business friend who had come to have some fun. Without a word, the burly man relentlessly penetrated her from behind. She couldn't resist her body's reaction and soon became weak and powerless, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure. The boss then forced his penis into her mouth, attacking her from both ends, making her incredibly aroused. That day, they did it to her many times before letting her go. When she returned, she felt like her legs weren't even her own anymore. After that, she never dared to contact him again; she wouldn't answer his pagers. She remained quiet for several months afterward, not daring to go out. Later, I started telling her how I seduce women, how I fuck them, and how I'd even had a threesome. She got more and more excited listening to me, and eventually climbed on top of me again, insisting on having sex with me one more time, but I was too tired. We were very unrestrained for those few days, having sex many times.

Later, the general manager returned from Guangzhou, and she became a docile lamb again, only occasionally coming down to kiss me and touch each other. In March and April, we didn't have sex and were very well-behaved. After a while, she started to get restless again, and she would often ask me, "Have you been with anyone else these past few days?" I would say no, and she would say, "Hmph, let me check, see if you're hard." I would then ask her, "Have you been with him these past few days?" She would always say, "Several times, it's infuriating, it feels so good." I would get impatient and say, "Then I'll have sex with you now, on the table," but she would say no, I had to go back quickly, and she always disappointed me. I found myself missing her more and more.

Later, opportunities gradually arose. The head office expanded its business, keeping the general manager busy, often away for mornings or afternoons. She would secretly run downstairs for 20 or 30 minutes, and we would quickly take off our pants and have sex on the desk. As soon as we finished, she would pull up her pants and rush back. I was so nervous back then. What was even more interesting was that she would always deliberately tease me. Sometimes she would run downstairs, very nervously, and lock the door as soon as she came in. Then she would take off her pants to show me her vagina, telling me that she had finished having sex with me and showing me the mess—red from being fucked, sometimes with her vaginal opening still open. Sometimes I would take the opportunity to pull out my penis and insert it, thrusting a few times before continuing. Each time it would last 1 or 2 minutes, and she would pull up her pants, saying there wasn't enough time, and sneak back. Once, she even ran downstairs with his semen in her mouth, and my blood was boiling. She spat it out and said triumphantly, "Hmph~~ if he only knew that I had been fucked, his friend would have to check again, and he would be so angry he would bleed to death." For about two years, we were having an affair. Every time I pinned her down on the desk and had sex with her, I felt incredibly happy knowing the general manager didn't know I was having sex with other women, and she was excited too. Sometimes he would have sex with her in the morning, and I would have sex with her in the afternoon. Or she would come down right after I finished with her and ask me to have sex with her again. As a result, we became more and more involved, finding pleasure in this, and we both became somewhat psychologically disturbed. But

secrets don't stay hidden forever, and eventually, the affair was exposed. She didn't come to work that day, and I sensed something was wrong. At noon, the general manager asked me to go out to lunch. He looked very serious that day, and I didn't say much. We drank together, but he spoke first, saying, "Have I done anything to wrong you?" I said no. He said, "I've always considered you my brother, don't you understand?" I was embarrassed and said, "Yes, that's why I've always tried my best to do your job well." He said, "You've done some things very well, but you've gone too far in some things." I knew what he meant. I lowered my head and didn't say anything because I didn't know how to respond. I thought he would be furious. He didn't say anything more, poured himself a full glass of wine, and downed it all in one gulp. Seeing this, I immediately poured myself a full glass, gritted my teeth, and downed it in one go. Then he sat there staring at me blankly, making me feel uneasy. Finally, he sighed and said, "We've been brothers, and she's been with me for almost four years. Actually, I'm tired of her. If you two are truly meant to be, take her away. Don't let me see you again tomorrow, otherwise..." Then he said, "She's in room 205 of a certain hotel. Go there." He turned around, immediately stood up, threw a wad of hundred-yuan bills on the table, said "Check, please," and left. I sat there, stunned, for a long time, honestly feeling terrible. After a while, I suddenly thought of her. Had something happened to her? Without thinking too much, I took a taxi straight to that hotel, rushed to room 205, and tried knocking a few times. The door opened, and she stood there, her eyes swollen, but otherwise unharmed. She threw herself into my arms and said, "He knows everything." I asked her how she knew, and she said, "I want to break up with him, I want to be with you." She said I told him, "I've fallen in love with you, and I'm leaving him." I was stunned, truly at a loss for words. I wasn't prepared to accept her at all, even though I liked her a lot. But we knew each other too well, and her sudden actions left me completely bewildered. I helped her to the bedside and hugged her without saying a word. I asked her when she said it, and she said last night. She said he didn't say anything last night, just that he wanted to stay with me one more night. When he got up this morning, he had no expression, and I was so nervous. When he left, he told me not to go to work. He said he was coming to find you, to have you take me away, and then he left. After he left, I suddenly felt incredibly sad, and I just kept crying. I was so sorry to him; he was so good to me.

I hugged her and said, "Don't cry, baby. I'll take you away; you can stay with me from now on." She nodded vigorously, nestled in my arms. She told me again, "I only want to be with you for a few years. If I get old, I'll live alone and I definitely won't bother you. You can have new women." Looking at her, I felt terrible. Even though we did many perverse things, nobody's perfect. I realized I had genuinely fallen in love with her, but only as her lover.

Later, we rented an apartment and started living together. I found a job and let her stay home and manage the housework. That year was very happy. Every day when she came home, she would have dinner ready, and every night she would cling to me and make love with great passion, making me never think about other women. During sex, we would share our stories to stimulate each other, recounting the details of our encounters. Over the years, she had slept with more than ten men, and she described in detail how each man had sex with her, constantly arousing me. She also described in great detail how my friend had sex with her. She said he liked her to lift her ass high so he could penetrate her, and he liked to slap her ass while he was having sex with her. When I asked her if it felt good, she said, "Honey, it feels so good." Sometimes I would jokingly say to her, "Let him have sex with you again, let me see how he does it." She would then say coquettishly, "No way, I'm your wife now, I won't let anyone else have sex with me." A long time later, one day, the friend who had slept with her called. By then, everyone had a cell phone. He'd been doing business out of town and said he'd come back to see me soon. I started talking to him about that woman, telling him we were living together now. He said, "Really? I'll definitely visit her sometime," and we both laughed. One day he called again, asking where I lived. I gave him the address, and he said he'd be there in 30 minutes. I didn't dare tell her, afraid she wouldn't be able to adjust. More than an hour later, he arrived and rang the doorbell. My wife asked who it was, and I pretended not to know. I opened the door, and he walked in beaming, carrying a lot of food and wine, muttering and cursing as he went, saying he'd waited a long time to buy it. At that moment, she came out of the bedroom to greet us. As soon as she saw him, she lowered her head and ran back into the bedroom. My friend wasn't shy at all. He called out loudly, "Sister-in-law, stop it! Come out, I'm not an outsider." I chimed in, "Come out, wife, meet your matchmaker!" She finally came out hesitantly, saying, "Neither of you are good people." We both burst out laughing, and the atmosphere lightened. I told her to immediately bring the food and drinks to the table, and then the three of us sat down and started chatting. He talked about all sorts of things, including his business dealings that year. Finally, he brought up women, even flirting with my wife, saying that none of them were as respectable as her. This angered her so much that she picked up a spoon and hit him on the head, telling him to behave himself, and said, "I have a husband now, you're not allowed to flirt with respectable women." My friend and I laughed heartily. My friend said, "Ask your husband, we didn't flirt with women who weren't respectable before." She said, "You're too bad, I'm ignoring you!" and turned to leave. Seeing this, I knew it wouldn't work. I immediately pulled her onto my lap and wrapped my arms around her. My friend laughed and said, "You two are so sweet." Her face turned slightly red, and she hit me with her hand, trying to make me let go. I stubbornly refused to let go and even deliberately kissed her cheek. She struggled in my arms, feigning all sorts of coquettish gestures. I said to my friend, "Look, your sister-in-law is still so sexy." My friend said, "What's that called again? It's called being flirtatious." We both burst out laughing, and my wife's face suddenly turned red. She tried to hit him, but he grabbed her hand. I said to my wife, "Why don't you take this opportunity to touch her and take advantage of her?" My wife pulled her hand back, pointed at my nose, and cursed, "You pervert!" I said I would take the opportunity to be a pervert, and then reached out to touch her genitals. In a panic, she covered herself with her hand, and with her other hand, she lifted up her entire nightgown, revealing her breasts. She cried out "Ah!" and immediately pulled her clothes down, then buried her head in my shoulder, pounding my shoulder and muttering loudly, "Bad husband, bad husband, I'll kill you!" I burst out laughing, and my friend laughed so hard he almost fell over, saying, "Sister-in-law, has your brother been massaging you every day? You've gotten so much bigger than before." My wife hugged my back, burying her head in my shoulder, yelling, "I'm so embarrassed, so embarrassed, I can't live anymore!" Looking at my wife, I had a mischievous idea; I wanted to tease her. I said to my friend, "She told me all the details of how you two made love." My friend immediately retorted, "Sister-in-law, you're so unfair!" She twisted her head on my shoulder, biting it, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll bite you to death." I turned her body towards my friend and asked, "Honey, don't be shy, let your husband kiss you." She turned her head to the other side as far as she could, so I took the opportunity to lift up her pajamas and pull them off. She immediately covered her face with her hands, repeatedly saying, "Put them back on, my good husband." I ignored her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and slowly massaged her breasts with my right hand. While chatting with my friend, she complimented her, saying, "Your breasts are so bouncy!" She covered her face and twisted her body, saying, "So embarrassing, so embarrassing!" I laughed and said, "You've touched them before, come and touch them." She immediately started kicking and yelling, "Bad husband, bad husband!"

My friend didn't move, but stared lustfully. I slowly kneaded her nipples, squeezing them with my fingers. She started to pant, her body beginning to react. I told my friend, "Your sister-in-law said you like it when you make her lie face down while you spank her big ass. She said it feels so good." I turned to look at her and asked, "Honey, is that true?" My wife twisted her body, swaying her breasts, clearly aroused, only able to moan, "Oh my... ah my..." My friend quickly said, "Brother, please spare your sister-in-law." I said no, I'd embarrass her to death. Then I told him how we reunited, or how we fucked each other. I slowly spoke while kneading her breasts. She started to get aroused, her body beginning to stiffen. Especially when I talked about how every day she was pinned down on a table and fucked upstairs, her vagina still wet with semen, and then I would fuck her a few times, she started making moaning sounds. She started kissing my neck, one arm around my neck, the other exploring my crotch. My friend said, "You guys are so crazy, so exciting." I knew it was about time, so I told my wife, "Honey, tell him your story." At this moment, my wife grabbed my penis and started stroking it up and down. I had my friend move away from the table and sit knee-to-knee opposite me. Then I put my wife's legs on his lap. I asked my wife, "How does he fuck you every day?" My wife, in her excitement, stammered, "Pinned down on the table and fucked." I asked, "Fuck you where?" She said, "Fuck my vagina." I squeezed her breasts hard and asked her, "Where's your vagina?" She pulled her hand away from her lower body. She touched her vulva with her hand and said, "It's here." I deliberately said, "I can't see your vulva, take it off yourself," and she started pulling down her pajama bottoms. I gave my friend a look, and he grabbed them with both hands and pulled them all off, including her shorts. I told my friend to spread her legs wide and asked her, "Honey, where's your vulva?" She touched her vulva with her hand and started rubbing it, saying, "It's right here, honey." I mischievously said to my friend, "Can you see your sister-in-law's vulva?" He said, "Yes, it's open, overflowing with juice." My wife was aroused at this point, her vulva kept moving upwards, and she stretched her head back. I asked her if she wanted to be penetrated, and she excitedly uttered, "I want to be penetrated, put it in!" I gestured to my friend, and he inserted two fingers into her vulva and stirred them back and forth. I asked my wife if she was enjoying it, but she was too excited to speak. I handed her over to my friend. I had my friend hold her with her legs bent, her vulva thrusting forward. I then inserted my hard penis directly into her, letting my friend watch her being fucked. I thrust forward repeatedly, almost tipping the chair over, and she let out screams. Soon after, I ejaculated inside her, the semen flowing down her vulva. I pulled her back, holding her tightly, and raised my buttocks, asking my friend to get tissues to wipe her vulva clean. He squatted there, diligently wiping, and I made him use his fingers to scoop the semen out of her vulva as well. Watching him wipe her vulva gave me an indescribable pleasure. At this moment, my wife turned her head away in shame. After he finished wiping her, he gave her a thumbs up and said, "Brother, you're awesome." I thought to myself, "I can fuck her, but you can't." Then I put my wife down, patted her butt, and said, "Go get dressed, don't get cold." My wife grabbed her pajamas and ran straight to the bedroom. He stood there for a moment, stunned. I knew this guy was definitely pent up, so I grinned and said, "Brother, go back now, I need to go into the bedroom to fuck her one more time." He said "Oh," and then, "Brother, I'm off." I... I saw him out. As soon as he left, I ran back to the bedroom, covering my mouth and bursting into laughter. I said to my wife, "Stop laughing, you bastard!" My wife saw me come in and immediately rushed over, punching my shoulder with her little fists, "You big bad guy, you've ruined me, you've embarrassed me so much!" I couldn't help but laugh, grabbed her, threw her onto the bed, and started tearing off her clothes. She kept yelling, "You perverted husband, help me!" I got angry, saw it was already past 9 pm, and casually pulled open all the curtains. There was a seven-story apartment building a few dozen meters away; we lived on the third floor. I figured they could see us clearly from across the street at this hour. I felt so perverted, and she was too. I never considered her my wife, just a mistress and plaything. I only truly fell in love with her a few years later. Right under their noses, we had sex again, incredibly wildly. It was

so crazy back then; we often didn't close the curtains, and she was soaked in fluid all over the bed. Later, I went on a business trip... I needed to be away for a month. When I returned, something unexpected happened that enraged me. Because things had gone smoothly, I got back early and didn't call her. I arrived home around 1 a.m. When I opened the door, I found her and my friend lying naked together in the bedroom. I was furious. I kicked my friend off the bed and yelled at him, "Get out! Don't let me see you again!" He picked up his clothes, looked at me in shock, turned, and went downstairs. She was trembling on the bed, clutching the blanket. I glared at her, pointing my finger at her nose. "You can cheat on me, but you have to get my permission first." She immediately burst into tears, crying so hard that my heart softened. I hugged her. "This is over. No one is allowed to mention this again, okay?" She nodded. She said, "You know how much I missed you." He said you were bringing something over, and then you slept with me. He even stayed in bed that night, and I was scared. Luckily, you came back.

Looking at her aggrieved expression, I suddenly laughed. "He's done it before, what are you afraid of?" She reached out and hit me. "You're bad, I'm yours now." That incident was over, and I broke off all contact with that friend. We

went through four or five years of on-and-off relationships, but we felt we couldn't live without each other, and finally, we got married. The story of the next four or five years was also quite complicated, and I'll continue those parts later.

Now, every time we make love, we reminisce about the past, those online sex escapades. I think about the scene where I ran downstairs with semen in my mouth, wanting me to penetrate her, and the time I teased her. Every time, it's crazy and exciting. [ This post was last edited by midorinokaze on 2008-9-4 23:06 ]

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