The Wife's Heartfelt Journey

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We met a wonderful couple, a very simple, kind, warm, and loving couple.

I met them (I will refer to Mr. C as C and his wife as Q below) at a restaurant in Tianjin. Knowing that we liked spicy food, they went to great lengths to treat us to hot pot.

Seeing them wave, we sat down facing each other and started talking about the weather and the climate differences between Tianjin and Beijing. Later, the men's topic turned to cross-strait relations, while Q and I remained relatively silent.

I dared not look at C, feeling that I would reveal my expression or intentions. For a moment, I felt as if I had fallen from the heights of fantasy to the ground, and the clear feeling of falling made my thoughts clear.

To be honest, I think we're better suited to be friends than to having sex.

Sure enough, when we went to karaoke after dinner, everyone relaxed and forgot what they were actually supposed to be doing. My husband was very happy, drinking beer and singing old songs from his memories, as if he had returned to the season of love. He held the microphone in one hand, pointed at me with the other, and sang, "You're my favorite..."

Their dreamy eyes touched me. They sang a duet intimately and seemed very happy. We all passed the time so casually, the dim lighting failing to evoke any emotion, and the love songs we sang were merely beautiful notes... No one knew what they should or shouldn't do.

Around 11:30, we took a taxi together to their house.

This was a typical couple's world, simple and cozy inside. Stepping out of the living room, there was a large balcony. My cramped feeling suddenly eased for a moment, and the night breeze was gentle. As C walked onto the balcony, her hand briefly lingered on my waist, and I suddenly tensed up.

After sitting for a while, I went to take a shower. Q brought me one of her nightgowns. I kept telling my husband that I should wear something that wasn't revealing, but when I came out, I still noticed that half of my breast and my areola were showing... I covered my chest with my hands and sat next to my husband.

Everyone took turns showering, and the rest of the people were rather quiet. At that time, a TV station was broadcasting The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

After that, we all sat quietly in the living room watching TV until after 1 a.m. the next day.

The lights were bright, and there was no hint of ambiguity between them, so the hostess turned off the living room lights.

Everyone started to smile knowingly.

I was actually a little reluctant because C isn't my type (sorry).

But with the lights off, the visual pressure lessened considerably, so we started to create an ambiguous atmosphere.

When everyone sat on the sofa, C put her arm around my shoulder and her right hand around my chest... I didn't refuse; at that moment, the situation took over. I saw my husband sitting properly, and I suddenly felt sorry for Q, so I encouraged my husband with my eyes.

Later, we did it in separate rooms, and it felt unfamiliar. Perhaps due to different habits or other reasons, my pleasure didn't come as expected... During our time together, C kept thinking about his lover, and I turned my head to one side and smiled understandingly.

Later, Q came to see us, but after just one glance, she ran out again. After Q went outside, she cried…

This reminded me of myself... but strangely, I didn't shed a single tear, and I couldn't even find a trace of sadness... My husband, C, and I were all comforting her.

Her crying was very moving; her tears amplified the emotional aspect of the game. I think authenticity is good. If everyone is indulging in purely physical pleasure, it will make us feel more sad, and we might even start to doubt our own attitude towards love.

Women are always a bit sensitive, and I love her dearly, just like I love myself.

So I let my husband hold her, while I hugged him from behind. Actually, I needed him too at that moment, but I just didn't say it.

I pressed my head against his back, feeling the warmth of his chest.

This familiar, warm embrace... I can't bear to leave.

It took her a long time to calm down, and I think that was because of the two men comforting her at the same time.

Q and I both thought that men got more enjoyment from the game than women, and we were very friendly at the time. Her smile was captivating.

After showering, we sat back down in the living room and discussed where we would sleep that night.

Actually, I made it clear to my husband while we were showering: "I don't want to spend the whole night with C." That's true. At the time, I didn't think that I also didn't want my husband to spend the night with another woman. I was just strongly insisting on this from my own perspective.

Therefore, everyone tries to conceal their attitudes during discussions. Of course, explicitly expressing them will inevitably hurt some vulnerable soul to some extent.

I laughed and said, "I'm still not used to sleeping with strangers." If the lights were on, everyone would see my honest, undisguised smile.

Just then, C pushed the door open and came in, telling my husband that they should switch beds. I was very, very unhappy when I heard this, but I didn't say a word. My breathing sounded strange to him, so he asked my husband what was wrong. My husband said he was crying. He asked why, and my husband said he didn't know.

So he said, "Then you guys go to sleep..."

After C left, I pretended to be calm and said, "Disappointed, aren't you? Why don't you come over? I'm fine sleeping alone... I won't be angry, really."

My husband laughed and hugged me tightly. I tried to pull away, but he hugged me even tighter. I tried to pull away again, but he hugged me even tighter…

Finally, feeling wronged, I buried myself in his arms, listing all his faults, and cried uncontrollably...

He started kissing my earlobe... We made love really well, we were all sweaty, but then we fell into a deep sleep. I was still in the same position, holding him tightly from behind...

He used to always put his legs on me, but since I got pregnant in 2001, my husband has maintained this sleeping position so as not to put pressure on my abdomen. So, for the past two years, this position has become our best sleeping position.

Our game officially began the next day.

I woke up after 10 a.m. and kissed my husband. He seemed a little excited, so I suggested he go to the next room. He said no, but I knew he was just saying it for me to hear. I was still quite happy though... That's how silly women are... I don't know why I suddenly felt better.

He went past, and C came over.

C, still very concerned about his wife, asked me, "Do you think they're over yet?"

I told you to go and take a look.

He asked me if I was going or not, and I said I didn't have the courage.

He went over and came back a little while later. I asked, "Are they done yet?"

He said, "It seems like it's over."

So I put on my clothes, feeling a tightness in my chest, but I still bravely said, "I'll go take a look too."

The husband sat on the edge of the bed, and Q also sat, with a certain distance between them.

They smiled when they saw me coming. I asked, "How is it?"

The husband said, "I can't take it anymore, I feel the pressure."

I asked him why, and he said, "I'm always worried that someone will come over..."

I said, "I didn't come here on purpose. He told me you were finished, so I came."

My explanation is correct, but the correct explanation actually serves as a good cover for my true thoughts... I am still selfish.

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