Witnessing his wife legally having sex with someone else 1

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The year or so I spent wandering in another city after my investment failure, ostensibly to change my environment and find a chance to rebuild my life, actually gave me a chance to calmly reflect and objectively consider my past actions.
After returning to Chengdu, I stayed home, getting up shortly after my wife left for work each day to leisurely prepare breakfast and tidy the house. Around noon, I'd go out to buy a newspaper and, having never been my own boss, would look for potential job opportunities in the paper—a different kind of value proposition for me.
Although I hadn't been able to spend as much time with my wife as I did during that year, she remained as beautiful and gentle as ever. She didn't hold a grudge against me for that disastrous investment, and the meals she cooked after work were still delicious. At night, she was irresistible, becoming a rare source of comfort in my otherwise mundane life. However, for some reason, I always had a nagging feeling. Perhaps it was because she was too good to me, lacking the principles that come with being a man who couldn't earn a living.
Soon, she started coming home late, always apologetically saying she'd been out with colleagues or was busy entertaining leaders from head office. This happened once, twice… until one late night, I saw the man who had escorted her home from afar on the roadside outside the gate. It was G, the hairdresser from her regular salon, a very handsome young man from Chongqing.
My wife is a woman who loves beauty and has excellent taste in fashion. In our life, she never cares about food, drink, or jewelry; instead, beautiful clothes and excellent hairdressers are her indispensable priorities. She once dragged me to that salon, specifically requesting that young man to be my hairdresser from then on, but I only went once and never again, finding it too troublesome.
I didn't ask her if her late returns were always due to work, especially since she always told me in advance that she had plans, and she had never stayed out all night. One day, she would call from the salon after work to tell me she was getting her hair done and wouldn't be home for dinner.
We continued like this for some time. Faced with these signs, I hesitated, wondering if I should ask her about it. What if I'm just making unfounded assumptions and overthinking things? She might think I'm just a bored man at home with wild imaginations. If I don't ask, this constant hiding and guessing makes me feel uneasy. I just want to face things clearly with my wife. Even if she has an affair, it's perfectly normal for me during my time away.
It seems fate is trying to help my wife and me live openly. A chance encounter pulled me out of this confusion, making our marriage more transparent and secure, and our feelings deeper and purer.
September is my wife's birthday. The night before, we were intimate, and I told her I wanted to give her a special gift. She laughed, nestled in my arms, and said, "I don't even have an income, what special gift could I possibly give? Did you secretly hide some money from your past success?" When I seriously said I wanted to give her a man, she laughed even more, because we had discussed this topic before. However, my solemn demeanor made my wife uneasy. She began to scold me for overthinking, saying that she was already content with my company. Then I brought up Yanzi: she was my wife's best friend, someone she could share a penny, a piece of clothing, and a small joy with. On Valentine's Day night in 2000, after my business failed, they shared me. What a cold yet incredibly passionate night that was! I told my wife that she had given me the pride every man dreams of, a selfless gift from my wife, perhaps simply to soothe my low spirits at the time, but something I could never have obtained. My wife allowed me to feel like an emperor in our marriage, something that, in her words, made my life complete. We're both human; how could I only crave a man's so-called self-respect without giving anything in return?!
I told my wife that I wasn't a selfish man. I had thought that giving her that kind of gift was my true feeling. Men can fantasize about having women on both sides, so why can't women have that kind of surprise? Besides, it's a fair exchange based on genuine mutual respect between husband and wife. It's not the essence of marriage, but it reflects the real feelings of two people. At that moment, I could feel my wife's emotional fluctuations in the darkness; it was her most genuine fantasy after 10 years of marriage. I wanted to say: If we could face the sunlight, who would want to walk in the dark?
"Is that a good idea? Won't you regret doing that?" my wife asked, her voice filled with a mixture of confusion and joy.
“I’m not a capricious little boy. Although it’s my feeling, I wouldn’t bring it up without thinking it through. You’ve let me experience that passion, and I want you to experience it too.”
“Do you already have someone in mind? I’m not a woman you’ll just take.”
“I’m surrounded by business people; how could I be so presumptuous? The person I want to give you must be someone you can be moved by, but I really don’t have anyone suitable. If you do, I’ll give him this opportunity; consider it a gift from me. You’ll have an expectation then. Do you know anyone you like?”
… The wife remained silent.

“That young man you took me to the hairdresser last time was quite nice. I know you like his type, and I could tell from the way he looked at you that he longed for this opportunity. Don’t you want to give it a try?”
“I didn’t realize you were so thoughtful. I know he has feelings for me, but we’re just friends right now. We’re not close enough for me to accept him.”
“Then let me ask you, if the time is right, and I don’t object, would you consider being with him?”
“Hmm…maybe. Actually, I don’t dislike him. We’ve eaten together and sung karaoke, but…”
"Just what? Are you too embarrassed to say it? You're such a silly woman. I know men, I know their minds. You only need to give him a hint and he'll understand everything. The key is, do you want him?"
"Can I try tomorrow? But he won't agree, but I still have you."
"Tomorrow is your birthday, of course you can enjoy it alone, but if you're at home, I'll hide in the side. I also want to see you in someone else's arms, okay?"
"That's too embarrassing, I'll have reservations." My wife hummed for a while and nodded, then nestled against my chest like a little bird.

The next afternoon, I received a cautious call from my wife, saying that she had arranged to have dinner with G and come home afterward, and that she had told G that I was at a friend's house discussing business and would be late. To be honest, men are really hard to understand. After hanging up with my wife, my heart was pounding. Imagining my wife and him being intimate in front of me made me fidgety. I don't know what I felt at that time, a kind of anxious feeling mixed with anticipation. Many years later, I finally understand that you only feel that way when your wife is still your favorite, and only when you truly care do you experience that kind of emotional turmoil. Even though it was just a game, the sincerity I showed was genuine. If the feelings had faded, I wouldn't have done it that way. That's what makes men so hard to understand.
When my wife opened the door, I had already put down the multi-purpose sofa in the living room and closed the door to the wardrobe diagonally opposite. Through the crack in the wardrobe's louvered door, I saw my wife and G enter one after the other. As my wife closed the door, G nervously glanced around the room, confirming that it was his first time there. Looking at the already-put-down sofa bed, he looked at my wife with confusion. My wife immediately began to complain, obviously about how I hadn't put the sofa bed away after my afternoon nap. G laughed and then sat down on the sofa, his intentions quite clear.
My wife seemed a little uncomfortable at this point, glancing frequently at where I was hiding. Then G pulled her to his side, saying something I couldn't hear. He started kissing her, his hand immediately around her waist. At that moment, I heard myself swallow, taking a deep breath. It was the first time in my life I had seen my wife in another man's arms, and I could only stand there dumbfounded, unable to make a sound. Men, indeed!

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