I love you, my wife.

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Now we sleep cuddling every night, even when it's hot, and we even sleep naked. Once, we had a social engagement and drank a lot. That night, during sex, I brought up the topic of finding someone to share sex with and pamper her. Unlike before, she didn't follow along with my stories; she stopped and asked me directly: "Doesn't it really bother you when you see me having sex with someone else?" I hugged her tightly and kissed her, telling her: "I love you, my dear. First, I want you to experience more orgasms. Second, I enjoy the twisted, suffocating feeling I get when you have sex with someone else. And third, I crave the passion we have now (after my brother left, we had sex almost every day, sometimes twice, and each time it was high quality)." She murmured: "I'll find someone myself, someone I like." My mind went blank, my heart pounded, and I asked her if she already had someone. She nodded and told me she met someone last winter. I immediately got an erection, pressed myself against her, kissed her, sucked on her breasts, gently touched her clitoris, and asked her about it. She hesitated to speak, but as I continued thrusting and pressing her for details, she began to stammer out the story of their relationship: Last winter, I went away to do business for three months. A woman from the village who was very close to her, Yan (let's call her Yan for now, to be more common and avoid trouble), wanted to go back to her parents' home and asked her to go with her. At that time, her daughter was still on holiday and she was bored at home alone, so she went with her. That evening, Yan took her to the village. Anyone who has been to the North knows that during the off-season in the rural areas, people gather in groups of three or five to chat and drink. When they drink, no one gives way to the other. They happened to be there when they went to a house where people were drinking. When they turned to leave, everyone grabbed them and wouldn't let them go. So they sat down and drank. My wife doesn't drink much, so how could she withstand everyone's relentless urging? The North is famous for its drinking culture. After drinking several cups (our wine cups here are very big), her stomach was churning violently. My wife quickly went out to vomit, and he followed her out with a bottle of water. After she finished vomiting, he handed it to her to rinse her mouth. Once, when my wife was vomiting, he also squatted down and gently patted her back with his fist. My wife told him to go back and drink first, but he said he was worried. When my wife couldn't drink anymore and wanted to stand outside for a while, he stayed with her and talked to her. Because there were always people who had been drinking and came out to relieve themselves, he said, "Let's go for a walk so that others won't see us and make us drink again." His wife and he walked and talked, and when they reached a courtyard, he said it was cold outside and that this was his home, so they could go in and sit down. His wife was already drunk and didn't think much of it, so she went inside. The two of them, sitting on the kang (heated brick bed) talking, somehow ended up embracing, kissing, caressing, and taking off their clothes one by one. That night, they made love twice before he took his wife back to Yan's parents' home. Listening to her story, I excitedly thrust into her, and after she climaxed, I ejaculated too. My penis remained hard, and I continued for a long time until I ejaculated again. She climaxed three times, her body limp as she held me. After calming down, I asked her for details, and she smiled and said it was all fake.
The daily passion and madness were things I couldn't have imagined before entering the amusement park. Every time we made love, my wife would recount the details of our encounter. Over time, these fragments pieced together a complete and clear story: afterwards, she regretted it deeply, felt guilty for her first affair, and came back the next day. After she returned, he frequently called. At first, my wife tried not to answer, and even when she did, she would only say a few words before hanging up. Women are easily coaxed, and besides, new sex, new excitement, and new passion are as tempting as opium.
One day, he called his wife, saying he had come to town with two friends and missed her, wanting to spend some time with her. His wife, considering he was with two friends, decided to let him come and went out to pick them up. They brought wine and snacks, and the four of them chatted and drank. Later, his friend said he had to leave for a bit. People who have been drinking are often oblivious, so his wife didn't think much of it. It wasn't until he started embracing and kissing her that she realized they were gone. His wife's resistance and struggles were so weak. Later, she told me that she also missed him. They passionately kissed and rolled around on my large sofa. His wife took off her clothes one by one, and he stripped naked too. He took her hand and placed it on his penis; his not-yet-fully-erect member became hard after a few strokes from his wife. Just as he was about to penetrate her, his wife, afraid his friends would see, pulled him into the bathroom. He went in from behind, his arms around her waist, touching her breasts. As soon as they entered the bathroom, he penetrated her from behind. His penis was bigger than mine, and the sudden penetration made his unprepared wife scream. My wife, leaning against the sink, saw the entire scene of our lovemaking in the mirror, which excited her even more. His large penis slowly thrust in and out, his hands caressing her increasingly warm and hardened breasts. She turned her head to find his lips, their tongues entwining in a passionate kiss. His thrusting gradually increased, reaching depths I'd never experienced before. My wife writhed even more wildly; when she was at her most frenzied, she liked to clench and twist, and many times I'd ejaculate at this point. It felt like countless tiny teeth were gnawing inside her clenched vagina. He couldn't help but ejaculate too; my wife was about to climax. Like falling from a great height, his wife squatted down and licked his wet penis. It got hard again in a few minutes, and he inserted it again. His penis, after ejaculating once, was even harder, and he lasted longer, continuing until his wife was exhausted and could no longer stand. He carried her to the sofa and continued thrusting. His wife's pink (she was forty, but her vagina was still very pink) vagina was fucked until it was bright red. He ejaculated amidst his wife's moans. He held his wife and slept for a while before leaving. After seeing him off, his wife tidied up the house and lay down on the sofa until I returned that evening. Thinking back, I realized that one time I did come home to a house reeking of alcohol, and she was asleep on the sofa.
After two passionate encounters, their feelings for each other intensified rapidly. Despite living about 30 kilometers apart, they met seven or eight times in just four months, each time making love passionately. I told her I wouldn't dislike her because of this; as long as the balance of their feelings was right, she could only like him, not love him. She told me she would no longer contact him, would never betray me again, and would tell me everything. Hearing this, I happily hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear: "Darling, I love you, forever!"

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