My wife and her classmate L

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Opening: Since 2008, my wife has been with 11 men. Life has been uneventful, though there have been many unpleasant moments and arguments. However, I can't resist the impact each new man brings. I can't forget my wife's shyness when undressing in front of others, the involuntary trembling before going to bed, and the long sigh that escaped her heart when another man entered her. I'll tell the true story and my emotional journey in reverse chronological order, starting with the most recent one.
L was her classmate, and arguably her first love. When my wife and I were dating, she told me about L. They went on dates, saw movies, and she gave him her first kiss and was touched all over. But it ended quickly, after a little over a month, without any real progress. After graduation, he came to visit my wife twice from a faraway place, reportedly saving up two months' salary. He kissed her in front of the movie theater and stayed overnight in her rented apartment, though not in the same room. I completely believe my wife; she's a woman who doesn't lie and has strong principles. If she had been with someone before, there would be no need to lie. After being with so many men, she finally made it to him, perhaps wanting to compensate him. In June or July of 2013, my wife said L invited us to travel to the place where he works, where there's a famous scenic spot. I was naturally very happy, but I didn't want to seem too eager. After all these years, I know her temperament; if I were too enthusiastic, she'd get annoyed, and it might even lead to an argument, ruining the trip. If she decided herself, then everything would fall into place. On the day I officially confirmed the trip, I held back my excitement and hugged my wife. She looked at me with a half-smile. I said seriously that I hadn't thought about anything, and she said, "I know you too well." Since she agreed to go, half the battle was won.
When we arrived, L picked us up at the station. I had seen his photos before; he wasn't much different in person—a bit shorter than me, dark-skinned and thin, but energetic, quick-witted, and eloquent. My wife said she never liked his cunning ways. He used his connections to arrange company-paid food and accommodation, and accompanied me for the entire two-day trip. He repeatedly mentioned how he treated other classmates in the same way, probably trying to distance himself from my wife and say our relationship was just that of ordinary classmates. Only my wife and I understood this unspoken. After dinner, I invited him to my room to chat and play cards, but he said it was too late. Unexpectedly, my wife also suggested we go for a while. Once in the room, I said I'd go buy some alcohol. After some polite refusals, I went anyway. Stepping out into the dark mountain night, my heart pounded. My wife definitely knew my intentions, but I wasn't sure about him. Perhaps he was hesitant? I bought a case of 12 bottles of beer and some braised meat. When I returned, the door was locked; I remembered leaving it ajar. My heart raced even more as I paced the hallway, afraid someone would see me. Finally, I knocked. He opened the door; my wife was leaning against the bed, her face flushed. Perhaps it was from the alcohol. They were both fully dressed. Looks like I'd overreacted again? However, my sixth sense told me that his tone of voice when he spoke to her was different; sometimes it had that familiar, slightly gruff tone you'd expect from family. My wife, on the other hand, spoke to him almost without any awkwardness. Then we started drinking, reminiscing about school days and complaining about his boss. My overall impression of him was exactly as my wife described: he was very warm and kind, even more capable than me, but he liked to play the clever card. Before I knew it, only one of the twelve bottles of alcohol remained, and we were both quite drunk. He said he wouldn't drink the last one. I used the excuse of being drunk to say I wouldn't go home and would just stay the night, and my wife agreed. My wife could tell I was trying to get him drunk; she gave me a knowing, half-smiling look. Although she hadn't drunk much, I believed that as long as he didn't leave, that wife would have another man tonight!

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