Incompatible marriage

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I love my wife, but sadly, she doesn't seem to love me.
My wife and I are mismatched in every way: I'm 1.72 meters tall, average-looking, the only redeeming quality being my very bright eyes (when we were dating, my wife often said that my eyes were the most beautiful part of me—sharp and piercing); my wife is a rare beauty, with distinct features, a tall figure (1.73 meters barefoot), large breasts, round hips, a slim waist, and exceptionally fair skin—when naked, she's like a ball of snow (my wife's maternal grandfather was a German engineer, so strictly speaking, my wife has one-quarter German ancestry). My wife is a stunning beauty, inheriting the best features of both her parents and possessing a touch of mixed-race charm. She's not only beautiful but also talented. A graduate of Fudan University and a certified public accountant, she's already the head of the finance department at a well-known foreign company in Hangzhou at just 28, earning significantly more than me. Her family is quite prestigious in Hangzhou; while not a wealthy clan, they are certainly a local elite. Her father is a renowned professor at a Hangzhou university, still handsome and refined despite being nearly fifty. Her mother is a deputy director of the municipal tax bureau, a position of power, though not high-ranking.
With such a family, such parents, and such talent and beauty, in today's internet parlance, my wife is a typical "rich, beautiful, and successful" woman.
As for me, a graduate of a second-rate university, working for a second-rate company, earning a second-rate salary—not terrible, but not particularly outstanding either. Someone like me, well, the current popular term seems to be "loser," or "fat, ugly, and plain" (describing appearance), my wife marrying me was purely accidental.
Given her figure, looks, and family background, she and I, a pseudo-middle-class, genuine loser, would have had absolutely no connection. I'm 30 years old this year, working as a marketing director in a mediocre private company, earning just over 200,000 yuan a year, which is nothing in Hangzhou, a city known for its extravagance and decadence.
But fate is a cruel mistress, making my wife meet me, a wolf in sheep's clothing, at the most beautiful age of 25.
Before meeting me, my wife had a deeply unforgettable first love.
Her first love was handsome, rich, and tall, standing at 1.85 meters, with a striking and dashing appearance. His family wasn't extremely wealthy, but they had assets that were barely over 100 million yuan.
My wife and her first love were head over heels in love, and they were even discussing marriage when her first love made a serious mistake: one night, after returning from a happy night at a bar, emboldened by alcohol, he drove his sports car on the main streets of Hangzhou, performing sideways drifts. Unsurprisingly, at an intersection, he caused the death of one family member and injuries to two others.
After this incident, to avoid going to jail, her first love's father did everything he could to find someone to take the blame that very night, and later secretly sent my wife's handsome and wealthy boyfriend abroad to lay low.
My boyfriend hit and killed someone. Although he avoided jail time, his marriage with his wife ended because of it.
His wife undoubtedly loved him deeply, and his departure devastated her.
After he went abroad, she suffered for a long time. To alleviate her loneliness, she developed a habit of going to bars.
It was in these chaotic places that she unfortunately met me.
At the time, I was just a small-time salesman, making a living by cheating clients and occasionally doing petty theft with my cousin, who was involved in organized crime. As a salesman, not knowing how to go to bars would be a dereliction of duty. I knew all the nightclubs and bars in Hangzhou like the back of my hand. When I was lonely, I often went to these places to try my luck and find lonely women for a one-night stand.
I will always remember that night, the night I met my wife.
That night, my future wife danced wildly on the dance floor. Her figure was like a snake, her dance like a demon, her skin like snow, arousing the desire of almost every man in the bar.
That night, my wife got drunk, really drunk. She was dancing in the bar when she suddenly went limp. At least ten men tried to pounce on her as her protectors, but only I succeeded.
That night, I defeated all the lecherous men who were eyeing my wife and successfully took her to a hotel. You must be wondering, am I really that awesome? Hehe, if you knew my cousin was the bouncer at that bar, you wouldn't be surprised why I ended up with my wife.
That night, I didn't hesitate. Taking advantage of my wife's drunkenness, I skillfully undressed her. Looking at her snow-white, sexy body, I hesitated for only three seconds before pouncing on her.
That night, I was surprised to discover: my wife was a virgin, a genuine virgin.
That was the first time I had sex with a virgin. I was shocked. I felt I had to give this virgin an explanation, because she wasn't one of those sluts I had slept with before.
The next morning, after waking up, to my surprise, my wife didn't yell at me for taking her virginity. Perhaps, having lost her boyfriend, she intentionally wanted to have some fun with a random man that night, but I ended up getting the better end of the deal.
I didn't want to let go of this amazing woman I'd had a one-night stand with. That morning, when this beautiful Snow White calmly looked at me and said goodbye, I realized I had truly fallen in love with her. I told myself: I must have this woman. I
secretly followed her, finding her residence (an upscale community) and her workplace (a well-known foreign company). I adopted a long-term strategy.
I observed her for a whole week, making sure she didn't have a boyfriend (or that her boyfriend wasn't around) before I began my pursuit.
Every day when she left work, I would appear before her at the opportune moment, give her a flower, smile slightly, and turn away.
At first, this woman, who later became my wife, would throw away the flowers in front of me. Later, she would hold the flowers and stare at me blankly. Then, she would occasionally smile back at me. Finally, one day, she took the flowers from me, looked at me shyly, and asked, "Why haven't you said anything?"
To her question, I gave her a prepared answer: "I gave myself a deadline. If I sent you flowers for a month straight and you still didn't say anything, I would give up. Today is the twenty-ninth day, and you finally spoke. Today, I've decided to pursue you."
This alluring woman laughed happily: "Wasn't that pursuing you before?"
I smiled: "No, it was just a test, a test to see if you had a chance for me to pursue you!"
My wife and I officially dated for three months before getting married.
Almost everyone around us opposed our marriage, including my cousin.
My cousin said to me: "Brother, this woman is too beautiful. She's not someone for us to get involved with. You can play around, but why get married?"
My wife's parents subtly hinted: "We'll give you a million dollars; disappear from our daughter's life!"
My wife and I only have one thing in common: an unyielding, stubborn streak. The more her family objects, the more determined she is to be with me. I've always felt that my wife's whirlwind marriage wasn't because she truly loved me, but for two reasons: 1. She couldn't forget her first love, but he's somewhere overseas, and she needed someone to help her forget him; I, at best, could make her happy. 2. After her first love went abroad, her parents kept trying to arrange her marriage, which greatly angered her. She needed a tool to fight against her parents, and I was a perfect tool. See, I'm not marrying the rich, handsome guy you've chosen; I'm going to find a loser to disgust you all.
My marriage was never blessed by everyone from the beginning! But I didn't care. Even knowing my wife didn't love me, I still clung to hope. After marriage, I reformed myself, trying to be a good husband, hoping to maintain this mismatched marriage.
Our marriage has lasted for three years. Objectively speaking, we are a respectful and harmonious couple. Like most couples, our marriage is plain and sweet (at least I thought so). However, three days ago, reality ruthlessly shattered my illusions.
Three days ago, in the morning, my wife, who had become increasingly sexy and alluring under my care since our marriage, suddenly asked me in a strange, slightly guilty tone, "Honey, if—I mean, if—I suddenly had to leave you one day, would you hate me?" I know my wife; essentially, she's a high-IQ, low-EQ person (otherwise, she wouldn't have been fooled by a loser like me). After three years together, I can see through any lie she tells me instantly.
I could tell from her words that she was serious, even though she tried her best to hide it; she really wanted a divorce.
My heart turned cold, but I forced a bright smile and said, "Honey, I love you. If you leave me, I'll be devastated!" For the next few days, I remained outwardly calm, but secretly, I observed my wife's every move and secretly stole her QQ and MSN passwords.
Three days later, by checking the chat history, the truth came out: six months later, my wife's first love was returning to China.
During the three years of my marriage, my wife's first love's father finally managed to influence the deceased's family and the police, resulting in the withdrawal of the lawsuit. My wife's first love could finally return to China openly.
During this time, her first love relentlessly pursued her on MSN, trying to urge her to divorce me. Even more absurdly, my wife's parents also encouraged her to divorce me quickly and rekindle her relationship with her first love.
Torn between her first love and parents, and a husband she didn't love, my wife, as a woman, made the unsurprising choice.
She planned to confront me in six months and file for divorce.
Suddenly, my dream shattered, and reality was laid bare before me like ice.
The whole world was abandoning me!
If the whole world was going to abandon me, I wouldn't mind dragging it down with me.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. If you're going to hurt someone, you must first know their weaknesses.
Does my wife have weaknesses?
She's talented and beautiful, comes from a powerful family, and is intelligent enough. From every perspective, she's not someone who can be easily dealt with.
However, everyone has weaknesses.
So, I had to find them.
Time was tight. In six months, my wife's first love would be returning to China, leaving me only six months.
Within those six months, I had to find a way to win back her heart.
My wife had a habit of keeping a diary, jotting down a few lines almost every night before bed. Before, out of love for her, I tried my best to respect her privacy; now, my wife, since you've made up your mind to leave me, don't blame me
for being heartless. I secretly dug out my wife's diary. It contained entries about almost everything—work, life, even sex. Reading it shocked me.
From the diary, my wife was very grateful to me. Although she didn't love me, my gentleness and thoughtfulness since our marriage had deeply moved her. She admitted in her diary that if it weren't for her first love, I would indeed be a good husband. But that wasn't the point. The point was the description of our sex life in the diary.
After marriage, my wife wasn't very satisfied with our sex life. She would have orgasms, but she always felt something was missing?
According to my wife, she feels I'm too gentle and too considerate of her needs in bed. Although it's always pleasurable when we're together, she doesn't know why, she rarely reaches orgasm.
In fact, especially in our third year of marriage, she's gradually become tired of my unchanging gentleness and attentiveness. She feels I'm more like family than her husband.
Lately, when we're together, she often fantasizes about reaching orgasm with her first love. She even starts fantasizing about her first love roughly raping her, and whenever she imagines this scene, she quickly reaches orgasm.
My wife's diary was a huge shock to me. I finally realized that my gentleness, attentiveness, and even indulgence over the past three years couldn't fully satisfy her inner desires. My wife is a woman who appears noble and elegant on the outside but is wild on the inside.
Hehehe, wife, so you're a masochist! Since you've suppressed your sexual desires for three years, then, on the eve of our marriage's collapse, I don't mind doing some S-sex to satisfy your sexual desires.
Hmm, the wife's training plan is about to begin.
I've prepared thoroughly: a vibrator, a dildo, aphrodisiacs, Viagra, and even ropes.
Perhaps my wife had already decided to divorce me in six months, because she's been exceptionally virtuous and obedient to me lately. Good, this guilty conscience of hers makes it easier for me to "train" her.
The first step: make her orgasm, multiple orgasms.
According to my wife's diary, since we got married, she's always forced herself to suppress her orgasms during sex, and after each orgasm, she refuses to have sex with me again. I don't know why, but my wife finds it hard to relax in front of me; she always tries to maintain her Snow White persona (because she's fair-skinned, after we got married, I often called her Snow White during sex, and because she's slightly taller than me, she often calls me a dwarf). I carefully chose the day after her period (a day when I could ejaculate inside her without a condom) to implement my training plan.
That evening, I went home early, prepared my wife's favorite dishes, and opened a bottle of red wine (of course, with a little aphrodisiac added). My wife was in a good mood and happily finished the entire bottle (I only had a small glass). After dinner, she was clearly aroused and pulled me to bed early.
While showering, I secretly took a Viagra pill.
Initially, it was normal marital sex, but that night, under the influence of the aphrodisiac and Viagra, my wife was particularly uninhibited, and I lasted exceptionally long.
After three orgasms, my wife's sexy, alluring body was flushed, while I only ejaculated once, still full of stamina.
My wife was clearly very satisfied with my performance today. She hugged me affectionately, saying, "Little dwarf, you did a great job today! I feel so good." I gently stroked her smooth, white back, and she let out a languid, cat-like sound of pleasure. I seized the opportunity to make my request: "Honey, how about we go a little wild today?
How about I tie you up and do some lovemaking later?" My wife hesitated for a moment, but under the influence of alcohol and aphrodisiacs, her resistance was clearly not as strong as usual: "No, honey, I've already had a great time today. Weren't you not satisfied yet? How about I give you a blowjob?" We've been married for three years, and my wife rarely gives me oral sex. Today, she was unusually willing to offer her not-so-skilled, gentle touch, but I forced myself to refuse. My ambitions are far greater than what my wife's little oral skills can satisfy.
Without batting an eye, I fired my first shot: "Honey, we've been married for three years, and I've always been the one going along with you. Let's go a little crazy today, okay?
Lately, I've felt like you don't love me anymore. Are you hiding something from me?" Hearing this, my wife visibly trembled. She glanced at me with hazy eyes, filled with guilt.
After a moment, she seemed to understand something and whispered, "Okay, honey. You can go crazy however you want today, but be gentle with me later!" I took out the soft rope I had prepared beforehand. Under the light, the black rope resembled a serpent of desire.
Gently and carefully, I used the black rope to tie my wife's hands to the headboard and one leg to the footboard. Thus, my wife's snow-white, voluptuous body was fully extended under the rope's influence.
Under the light, my wife's body was snow-white and voluptuous. Her high breasts, slender waist, long, straight legs, and the alluring black pubic hair between her legs formed the ultimate expression of a man's sexual fantasy.
To ease my wife's nervousness (after all, it was her first time being tied up), I gently began foreplay. My teeth and hands caressed her curvaceous body, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, while my mouth teased her hidden masochistic nerves: "My Snow White, you're so sexy and alluring tonight. Look, your ugly little dwarf is going to fuck you with this ugly big cock now. Look, this big cock is going in, going in." "My first training session was an extraordinary success. Stimulated by me, my wife's genitals quickly became wet. Ignoring her protests, I forcefully spread her thighs and carefully examined her thick, bright red vulva with both hands.
Under my almost brutal actions, my wife seemed extremely aroused: 'Husband, husband, I feel so uncomfortable, come quickly, come quickly! Don't look, ah, don't spread them open to look, don't touch them with your hands, ahhh!'" Simply stimulating my wife's clitoris with my hand was enough to bring her to orgasm quickly, hahaha, looks like my fingers have the potential to become golden fingers.
Not to be outdone, I took out a blindfold and, despite my wife's protests, blindfolded her.
After being blindfolded, my wife seemed a little scared (after all, I, her good husband, had never treated her like this before), but her body seemed even more sensitive.
I took out a vibrator, and while continuing to stimulate my wife's clitoris, I inserted the vibrator into her vagina.
Near her G-spot, I slowly increased the power of the vibrator while my fingers continuously stimulated her clitoris.
Faced with my double attack, after initial resistance, my wife completely succumbed . Lost in this slightly sadistic sexual frenzy.
Finally, without even my penis penetrating her, my wife, with the help of my fingers and toys, reached her first consecutive orgasm.
One orgasm, two orgasms, three orgasms…
the duration of her orgasms became shorter and shorter; often, she would just reach a small orgasm before I forcefully pushed her into a second one. The continuous orgasms left my wife screaming on the bed; she wanted to dodge, to escape, to struggle, but the black rope tightly bound her, preventing her from escaping the continuous orgasms.
Just as my wife was about to reach her peak, I suddenly shoved my long-erect penis into her wet vagina, and her extremely thirsty little mouth swallowed my entire penis. She held it in her mouth, the fleshy buds of her vagina tightly gripping my penis. I thrust wildly, the vibrating egg pushed to the very tip of her vagina.
After over a hundred thrusts, I turned the vibrating egg to maximum power and adjusted my penis's position, pounding into my wife's cervix.
Just a few dozen thrusts later, my wife let out a deafening scream. Her beautiful face contorted, her body tensed, and her vagina spasmed violently. Moments later, I felt a surge of heat in my lower body, and a powerful gush of hot fluid erupted from deep within her.
Damn, my wife had an orgasm!
I hurriedly pulled out my penis and forcefully spread her thighs after her orgasm. Good heavens, both of her legs... She was trembling, the sheets beneath her were soaked, and an indescribable pungent smell filled the room.
This was my wife's first orgasm, a huge success for a husband like me. I think there aren't many men in the world who can make their wives pee!
I'm a real man, I'm proud, I'm honored!
That night, because my wife's orgasm was so profuse, half the sheets in the master bedroom were soaked, and my wife and I had to go to the study to sleep in the middle of the night.
The next morning, my wife, fully awake, looked at me with a complicated expression, and her first words were: "You were so naughty last night, so naughty!"
I gently pulled her into my arms, my lips tracing her smooth, white body, and I murmured, "Wife, making love is a wonderful thing. Let's not hide it anymore, let's just open up from now on, okay?" My heart sneered: the first step of training was successful, the second step was underway!
Once the box of desire is opened, it can never be contained.
Similarly, once certain things between husband and wife are laid bare, there's no need to hide them anymore.
Last night, towards the end, my wife clearly began to enjoy some of my "training," and even slowly started to reciprocate.
It was also on this night that I surprisingly discovered: women often need strong conquest rather than soft tenderness.
Wife, from now on, I will love you in a different way!

[The End]

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