Wife Swapping Story 1

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Wang Zhengfang met Shen Luxue at the golf course; everyone called her Lucy. Wang Zhengfang was initially introduced as Paul. In the US, regardless of whether you work for a large company and deal exclusively with foreigners, or whether you only do business with Chinese people, you don't usually speak English. Everyone adapts to local customs and simplifies everything to just one Western name. With only a handful of Christian names, repetition is inevitable. Moreover, unless absolutely necessary, nobody cares what your surname is (of course, the original Chinese character "名谁" is even less relevant). Chinese names seem to be reserved only for family and relatives, and for classmates or old acquaintances you've known since your studies in Taiwan. Even though you might not be fluent in English, and often have difficulty communicating with foreigners, everyone can pronounce their Western names fluently.
Furthermore,
nicknames and aliases that were previously popular among familiar Chinese people were all replaced by these Western names that sounded more affectionate. Therefore, it was quite rare that everyone subsequently called Wang Zhengfang "Chao Wang" without prior arrangement.
The day they first met was a Sunday. Early in the morning, a group of older Chinese men, dragging their golf equipment bags, gathered at the entrance of the golf course shop, waiting to enter the course in turn. John, the president of their self-organized Chinese golf club, introduced the newly introduced golf partners to each other. He pointed to Wang Zhengfang and introduced him to a female golfer who had just arrived: "Lucy, this is Paul, he's a big investor."
Paul's eyes lit up. Lucy was different from the average female golfer from the East. She had a model-like figure and dressed in a way that was anything but plain.
"Don't come again, what big investor?"
Paul feigned disagreement, while politely greeting the only woman in front of him: "Good morning, Lucy! John said you're a 80-point golfer, please feel free to give me your pointers later." The day before, he had heard John mention that a female golf partner who played very well was coming.
"Don't flatter me, I'm not that good. I haven't played in a while. I'm so grateful to Mrs. John for insisting that I come and have a few rounds with you." Lucy was tall and slender with fair skin. She cheerfully echoed John's tone and said to Paul, "I should probably ask a big investor for tips on making money when I have the chance."
"Yes, we should ask Paul for advice," Terry chimed in. "He's made over four million since the beginning of the year. That's a lot of money; he's our 'stock market king'."
"Wow! Four million!"
"Yes, King Paul should be called 'King of Copying'," John added immediately.
"What do you mean, 'King of Copying'? That's ridiculous, you're giving me too much credit. Where would I make that much money? Stocks go up and down every day, how much are they really worth? Don't be ridiculous."
His self-deprecating defense was tinged with pride, and while others envied him, they were happy to tease him a little with their nicknames. Everyone seemed to catch his attention and began calling him "King of Copying."
Wang, Lucy, Johnny, and John entered the course as a group. After each person took their turn to tee off, they slowly made their way across the clean and tidy morning grass towards the slanted, light-colored ground.
On the way to the green, Lucy suddenly said to the king,
"We've met before, don't you remember?"
"Yes, I know." Chao Wang pretended to remember, looking suspicious. He couldn't recall where he had seen her before, nor did he know if he had ever seen her before, but he definitely had a sense of familiarity.
"Really? You know who I am?" Lucy asked him playfully. The other two walking ahead probably couldn't hear their conversation. "Zhang Jingyuan and I were junior high school classmates. When we were in Taipei, you accompanied Zhang Jingyuan to our class reunion."
"Oh!" He remembered. "You're Shen Luxue! No wonder you play ball so well, you're an athlete!"
It was a long time ago, and the occasion and people were completely different. It's hard to connect them all at once. Back then, Zhang Jingyuan and he were just boyfriend and girlfriend, not married yet. I remember the Western restaurant where they had their class reunion was long and dimly lit, with twenty or thirty classmates who had just graduated from university crowding the booths on both sides.
He was immediately drawn to Shen Luxue, his attention solely focused on her. Not only had he heard she was a renowned track and field athlete from their junior high school, but she was also famous as the school beauty. Indeed, she was exceptionally beautiful, possessing not only athleticism but also a captivating, ethereal charm. Wang Zhengfang's gaze naturally settled on her delicate face.
What stirred Wang Zhengfang's heart was that Shen Luxue also looked back at him, not only not avoiding his prying gaze, but also staring straight into his eyes. This made his heart pound wildly, and he didn't know what to do; he couldn't glare at her, nor could he not glare at her.
Back then, I was young and shy, especially since I was accompanying my girlfriend. Even though I had a thousand thoughts running through my mind, I had to suppress the urge to strike up a conversation. Afterwards, I couldn't stop thinking about her; imagining
what a lovely and alluring girl she was. Recalling that scene brought a sweet feeling to my heart, and for years it was a secret, cherished memory. Now, how could I not recognize her? Had my memory really deteriorated? It must be that the occasion, the place, and the time were all too abrupt, hindering the connection; and with so much time having passed, appearances inevitably change, and having only met her once, even the most captivating image wouldn't leave a lasting impression.
She should be thirty-six, just like his wife Zhang Jingyuan. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Who could have imagined that she would see the person she had secretly longed for again without any warning? It's not that she hadn't thought about those past events, but how could she have expected to meet him in such a sudden situation?
Wang Zhengfang nimbly crossed the grass, chasing the little white ball with a joyful expression. Along the way, he kept reminiscing about the experience. It truly lived up to the old saying, "Life is full of unexpected encounters." Such an unexpected reunion!
Although he and John weren't close friends, they'd been playing golf together for the past two years and had become quite familiar with each other. He never expected that his former crush would live nearby and be so close to John's family. As they continued playing, John got the impression that they were old acquaintances. While walking side-by-side with Wang Zhengfang, he couldn't help but reveal that
Shen Luxue's husband had abandoned their family and moved to Shanghai with a secretary who was barely in her mid-twenties. John's wife and Lucy were business partners; they ran an insurance brokerage firm together. Seeing her so downcast, he encouraged her not to stay cooped up in the office and at home, and to come out and play golf with John to cheer herself up.
Wang Zhengfang wasn't particularly surprised to hear this; such things were commonplace. He just hadn't expected it to happen to the once-admired beauty, Shen Luxue. Knowing these past grievances made it easier for Wang Zhengfang to approach Shen Luxue again. Initially, he felt that rushing into things seemed forced; his past anxieties had made him awkward. Suddenly, he could effortlessly erase his discomfort in front of others, no longer so sensitive.
After several holes, her playing wasn't particularly impressive; at best, it was fairly steady. Wang Zhengfang had already taken a significant lead in scores. Lucy repeatedly complained that she hadn't played in a long time and was quite rusty, resulting in poor green control and numerous bogeys, which frustrated her greatly. Wang Zhengfang, however, praised her for being a former athlete, saying her fighting spirit was far superior to those of them who played purely for fitness.
"What do you mean? Wouldn't you want to win if you were competing with others?" Lucy countered.
"The competitive spirit in playing ball is the same for everyone; no one lacks it. But don't you feel bad about being defeated by someone else?"
"Don't you think so? Aren't you disappointed?"
"Maybe we got used to losing every day back then and didn't feel anything anymore. We might feel disappointed when the game ended. But we were never sad, after all, we play for fun and to maintain our health."
"You talk about being so detached from worldly desires, but just from what you said, I really can't connect you with a big-time stock market speculator." The two of them had fallen behind the other two. Shen Luxue bent down to pick up her equipment bag, casually saying, "You guys don't complain like I do when you play ball, do you?"
"What are you complaining about?"
"There are plenty of those! Not hitting the ball as planned, not maintaining a consistent score, losing the game at the last minute, etc. Paul, you don't seem to get bothered by those petty emotions?"
"Of course it is! Maybe if you shout it out softly, no one can hear you. Everyone is the same. I feel that every day when I come to the course, my condition is different. My shot on the white ball is sometimes good and sometimes bad. I feel that my physical condition is the biggest factor affecting my score that day. My strength is sometimes there and sometimes not. But I prefer to attribute it to luck. It's like playing mahjong. Even when my mood and strength are in good shape, I may not be able to play as well as I want."
Do you play mahjong regularly?
"Back in Taiwan, I used to play cards all the time. Now, I spend most of my day just playing golf. And since I started investing in stocks, what could be more fun or exciting? Investing in stocks is gambling with bigger stakes."
"John asked me to play cards this afternoon, but I haven't found anyone else to play with. Would you like to come? If you do, I'll have to ask you for advice on investing in stocks."
"I have other things to do this afternoon. Could we schedule another time to discuss and learn from each other?"
"Okay! Please give my regards to Zhang Jingyuan today. It's been more than ten years since we last met. I didn't even know we lived nearby."
"Well then," Paul suggested tentatively, "when are you free to have lunch or breakfast together? We can chat and exchange market insights."
"That's great, but my schedule is usually quite full with things to do at the office and at home, so I need to find a free moment in advance. What about you?"
"I'm available anytime. How about we agree on a time and place now?" Afraid she might refuse, he pressed her to confirm the date. So they agreed on a meeting place and time. Once they arranged to meet, they went their separate ways to meet up with other people and continue playing ball. They seemed to have an unspoken understanding, never mentioning it, and no one suspected they had made a follow-up date.
Driving away from the stadium, Wang Zhengfang couldn't hide his excitement and exhilaration. Like a child, his hands on the steering wheel unconsciously tapped to the beat of the popular music playing in the car, wanting to sing along and shout. However, he couldn't suppress his emotions. So many years had passed; where were those dreams now? He reminded himself, deliberately trying to calm his turbulent feelings, silently questioning himself: "Why am I so excited? What am I trying to do? She's a woman past her prime, abandoned by her husband; all she clings to are those past triumphs. Things are different now. How can I be so foolish?"
As he neared his home, Wang Zhengfang couldn't help but ask himself again what he was planning to do. He didn't want to let go; he still loved her. Was it just for a moment of pleasure? Of course, he hadn't thought that far ahead. Lost in the immediate excitement and joy of the chase, he couldn't consider what might happen, how things might evolve. He overthought things; he was a naturally cautious person. He couldn't forgive himself for being so self-disciplined; it was utterly useless.
But what was the point of shamelessly asking her out? Was he trying to rekindle a dream he couldn't achieve before? It was utterly despicable and lowly, as if he were afraid others would suspect he was secretly trying to seduce his wife's classmate. Didn't he feel guilty? It was forced, very forced, but thankfully the other person was quite cooperative. Perhaps he was truly lonely and bored. Did he intend to take advantage of her vulnerability and possess this disillusioned, abandoned woman?
Although Lucy was a beauty during her school days, after a period of married life, everyone is the same. Yet, in the eyes of his former admirer, she was still as charming as ever. Even with the setbacks in her marriage, there were no particularly striking changes; he could still recall the subtle gestures and allure of the captivating woman she once was. Many similar situations would completely destroy someone. But she remained the same, unchanged; her former grace and poise had not been diminished by the unhappiness and even disappointment of her years of married life. Those who had known her before probably didn't think her charm had disappeared, Wang Zhengfang thought, but he wasn't entirely sure. She was equally friendly to other players, and when someone flattered her, she was overjoyed, showing no difference in how she treated him.
Thinking this made him feel frustrated and dejected, which he found strange, truly reflecting the current Taiwanese trend of "lingering feelings for the past." What was even more amusing was that, just like in his youth, he couldn't tolerate a lack of attention when his interest was piqued. Perhaps it was comical, not expecting any particular effect or reaction, so why was he so concerned? Although Paul considered himself to have become less sensitive to matters of the heart over the years, he could still tell that she was pleased to see him; otherwise, why would she have playfully asked him that question?
Memories and fantasies intertwined with the person he had once loved so dearly. Longing leads to infatuation, Wang Zhengfang knew this very well; the more one longs, the deeper the infatuation, for love is driven by one's inner needs. A decisive break would eliminate all the lingering attachments and tender emotions. But he preferred to remain immersed in it, cherishing that bittersweet feeling. They don't care about the consequences of how things develop;
of course, it's just a fleeting excitement on the surface, but they still cautiously maintain what they have, despite the tangled web of emotions and moral obligations, and they are inherently afraid of hurting those close to them, and even more afraid of harming themselves. Any changes or developments must be carried out secretly and clandestinely behind the scenes.
"What am I doing? Do I need to pursue her? Is it even necessary?"
Wang Zhengfang couldn't help but ask himself again, urgently. It was indeed unnecessary; why sink into it? But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Even though he was temporarily weary of emotional entanglements, he absolutely had to experience the taste of love again. His long, uneventful romantic life couldn't withstand the slightest stimulation or ripple. He was willing to be obsessed with someone else, just like in the past, and knowing that if he deliberately chose to fall into the mire, he might not be able to escape, and might never be able to turn back.
Is he willing to take the risk? Is such a woman worth it? Her face is already etched with weariness, her youthful beauty gone, after all these years of trials and tribulations. Why is he still so naive? Yet she still appears healthy and supple, tall and athletic, bringing a surge of sexual desire, or perhaps just stirring up carnal arousal, or maybe it's just wishful thinking based on his own needs. If it were merely a matter of being intimate with her, she might not necessarily be unwilling. How unrealistic such thoughts are! No one is that casual; real life doesn't resemble the scenarios in movies.

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