My Wife's Affairs, My Best Friend's Notes (12) - Spring Festival Musings

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Chinese New Year is almost here, so let me talk about something related to it. It's not risqué, just some random thoughts. I suggest men read it carefully; hopefully, it will offer some inspiration to single men.
Haozi delivered New Year's goods to my family, and it's almost New Year's Eve. Back in the days before the pandemic, we were basically always traveling back and forth: New Year's Eve to my husband's family in Beijing, then on the fourth day of the New Year, we'd go from Beijing to my family in Yantai, and back to Shenzhen on the seventh. That day, I met up with Sister Li at Dongmen to go shopping. I wanted to buy some clothes for my husband's younger brother and sister-in-law, and my sister. We were tired from shopping, so we rested in a coffee shop. Then a handsome guy in his early twenties came over and started chatting with us. To be honest, he was quite handsome; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so confident. But as soon as he started talking, I didn't like him. He was so smooth-talking. After a few sentences, seeing that I wasn't saying much, he tried to make conversation by asking Sister Li, "Beautiful lady, are you two sisters? You look quite alike." Sister Li could tell I wasn't interested in this handsome guy, so she smiled and pointed at me, saying, "This is my..." "Daughter-in-law," the handsome guy paused, turned to look at me, and I smiled and said, "This is my mother-in-law." Then, I swayed my body and said to Sister Li in a cute and coquettish tone, "Mom, I'm hungry, I'm starving!" Sister Li said, "Okay, okay, Mom will take you to eat something good. After you eat, give Mom a big, fat grandson. When he grows up, he'll be even more handsome than her." As she spoke, she pointed at the handsome guy, and then said to him with a grin, "Which one of us are you trying to pick up? The mother-in-law or the daughter-in-law?" The handsome guy had obviously never seen such a scene before. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, sorry, beautiful lady, I made a mistake. I'm so sorry." He then fled in a panic. Sister Li and I watched his retreating figure and laughed heartily, as if we had returned to the days in Dongguan when she was the madam and I was the prostitute, and we would tease the customers together.
When the pandemic first started, my husband heard from a comrade in Wuhan on the phone about the situation there. He said it might be like SARS and that we wouldn't be going back this year. So we planned to travel around the area. Since I'm usually quite free, I joined a lot of groups. One of them was a travel and hiking group with over 100 members that frequently organized gatherings for hiking, food, and other activities. I even went hiking a few mountains in Shenzhen and attended a few food gatherings. The group leader, called Brother Xiaoming, was in his thirties. He was a very nice person, very enthusiastic and humorous, and he often made everyone laugh so hard they were doubled over. My husband said that such groups could easily breed adulterers. Later, I observed carefully, and it was true. Those in the group with ambiguous relationships all knew each other after joining the group, and they were all married. Brother Xiaoming was especially nice to me. Every time we went hiking, he would carry my backpack and bring me drinks. I've been through countless battles, so I could naturally sense his feelings for me, but I pretended not to know. I'm not interested in going it alone anymore. Occasionally, when the mood is right, he might sleep with me, but it's not fun to specifically ask him out.
The group was organizing a three-day, two-night road trip during the Spring Festival: climbing Luofu Mountain and then soaking in hot springs in Conghua. My husband and I discussed it and signed up. We set off on the second day of the Lunar New Year, meeting at a gas station near Meilin Pass. There were nine cars and over 30 people in total, and each car was given a walkie-talkie. The first day was spent climbing the mountain, and the second day we strolled around a nearby flower field before heading to Conghua. We stayed at some kind of sanatorium, which had a large hot spring swimming pool downstairs. After settling in, it was almost six o'clock when we went to the restaurant for dinner. Some of my husband's comrades from Guangzhou came over and tried to persuade him to go drinking, which he did. I didn't go to the hot springs because I wanted to soak, so I ate quickly with the other group members at the restaurant and then we changed. I took off my swimsuit and went downstairs to soak in the hot spring. It was already dark, and the pool was brightly lit with lights all around. I looked down at myself. Although I'm 34 years old, I'm still very confident in my figure. I'm 170cm tall and weigh 110 pounds. I've gained 8 pounds since a few years ago, but I'm still not fat. Because I practice yoga every day, my muscles haven't become loose. My waist is still very slim, my stomach is flat, and my buttocks are still round, full, and perky, just a little bigger. My legs are a bit fuller, and they look even more voluptuous and alluring in short skirts. People often leave comments on my Douyin videos saying, "I could play with those legs for a year." I've also changed to short hair. The men in the pool are all secretly looking at me. Brother Xiaoming came up to me. He asked me, "Can Amei swim?" I grew up by the sea, so I've always known how to play in the water, but I pretended to be a lady and said, "I can only swim a little, I'm not very good at it." Sure enough, he said, "Come on, I'll teach you," and got into the water. I followed him; the water was hot and comfortable. After soaking for a while, he taught me to swim. He stood in the pool, supporting my body horizontally, and made me practice the breaststroke. He supported me with one hand slightly below my breasts and the other hand on my lower abdomen, very close to my genitals. He would occasionally, under the guise of my movements, pretend to accidentally touch my breasts or genitals. I pretended not to notice. At this point, I could clearly see his... The tent pitched in my swim trunks, coupled with the teasing of the group members nearby, created a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere. I was also getting a little aroused by his sitting on me and touching me from all sides. He whispered in my ear, "Let's go for a walk." I softly hummed in agreement and got up to go back to my room to change. I knew what was going to happen, so I wore a tight-fitting bodycon dress. Many men think that wearing a loose long dress is the most convenient for outdoor sex, but that's a big mistake. These tight-fitting bodycon dresses are usually elastic, so when you lift them up, they stay taut around your waist and won't fall down. When you're being fucked, you just need to bend over slightly and stick your butt out a little, or when one of your legs is lifted up from the front to be fucked, it won't get in the way. Loose, long skirts are no good. If you bend over too little, they'll slip down. If you're holding onto them with one hand, you can't fully enjoy the experience; you'll always be worried about them falling down. If you bend over too much, you can pull the skirt up to your back, but it's tiring for a woman over a long period. Anyone bending over at a 90-degree angle will feel tired. If a man moves too much, the woman might bump her head on the wall or tree she's holding onto. Lifting one leg from the front is even more of a hindrance. You can imagine the possibilities. So, a slightly stretchy short skirt is best. I wore thick black stockings underneath, brown boots, no bra, and a very short cotton jacket over it. I put on my clothes so he could easily slip his hand under my clothes to play with my breasts while I was being fucked. I picked up my phone and texted my husband, "I'm going to cheat on you," before going downstairs. When I came out, he was already waiting outside. We strolled slowly out of the yard, chatting as we went, and walked in tacit agreement along the path outside the yard wall towards the slope behind. Not far along, there was a farmhouse restaurant on my right. Through the glass, I could see my husband drinking and talking loudly with a few people. I stopped a short distance away and watched. It was dark, and my husband couldn't see me. Watching him talk made me feel a little dazed, as if I were seeing my husband whom I had just met. I really enjoyed watching my husband and Zhan... My friends chatted animatedly, and I enjoyed listening to his stories about the army that he always told his comrades at gatherings. I always laughed as I listened. I've been with him for eight years, and I'm increasingly inseparable from him. Although I've been with many men during those eight years, my heart belongs only to this man. Some people say that casual sex can break up a family, but I think it really won't, at least not because of that. A family breaks up for other reasons. Now my husband is at the age where young girls chase after him calling him "uncle," and I've become a middle-aged woman. I shook my head, reflecting on this. Little Ming must have misunderstood my actions, thinking I was a resentful woman. He gently asked me, "You..." "Does my husband drink like this often?" I softly hummed in agreement. He reached out and put his arm around my shoulder, saying, "How can a man do this? He comes out to have fun, leaving his beautiful wife behind to go drinking with other women." I didn't like hearing that. I don't like people telling me bad things about my husband, so I gently shrugged and let his hand leave my body, softly saying, "Let's go." I didn't want to explain to him. I'm 34 now, not the talkative girl I was eight years ago. And it's not like a woman cheating necessarily means her husband is bad. It could also be that the woman just wants to have some fun. Men think that women cheating on them is their skill, but actually, they are the ones who are the women's prey.
We continued walking, and he grabbed my hand. I struggled slightly, but he didn't let go. Actually, I was already starting to not want him to sleep with me anymore. I hate people who sleep with other women while badmouthing their husbands. They're so hypocritical, making excuses for their immorality. They filthyly seduce other women, have affairs, and then use other women's bodies to justify themselves by saying their husbands are bad. But then I thought about how I was already prepared to sleep with him and had come out with him, and it wouldn't be good to change my mind at the last minute. Plus, I was getting aroused, so I let him hold my hand. We strolled to a small grove of about a dozen trees. It was very dark there wasn't a single light. In the distance, I could see the lights of the farmhouse where my husband was drinking, and I could faintly hear voices coming from there. I pulled Xiaoming along... He led me into the woods to a tree and whispered, "Let's do it here." He hugged me and kissed me, and I let him kiss me. After a while, I pushed him away and said, "Don't waste time." I turned around, lifted my skirt, and pulled my stockings and panties down to my knees. I leaned against the tree, slightly sticking my butt out. He chuckled softly and said, "You're quite proactive, aren't you?" I thought to myself, I just wanted to finish quickly. If I dragged it out any longer, I was afraid I'd change my mind and not let him have sex with me. I said to him, "We're both adults, there's no need to be so coy." He was still pretending and said, "Actually, I just wanted to hug and kiss you." As he pulled down his pants, he took out a condom and tore it open. I thought to myself, you've already prepared a condom, why only hug and kiss? Do you think I'm some innocent woman who's never seen anything before? How hypocritical! I said to him, "No need to wear one, it's safe." "Date," he excitedly put the condom back in the bag and stored it away. I almost collapsed. It was already opened, and he was going to put it away for later use? I felt it wasn't worth it to be fucked by this man. He stood behind me, his hand touching my labia, and said, "Women with big eyes are naturally wet." As he spoke, he inserted his penis into me, and his hand also reached under my skirt to grab my breasts, saying, "You're quite slutty, not wearing a bra." I said, "I'm doing this so it's easier for you, otherwise it'll be troublesome for you to touch me." He started fucking me while saying, "So you were prepared." I hugged the tree as he raped my vagina from behind, while I looked at my husband drinking at the farmhouse. He frantically thrust into my vagina for a few minutes before he ejaculated. After he finished, I turned around and squatted down to clean him with my mouth. He probably hadn't enjoyed this treatment before. While enjoying it, he tried to save face by saying, "We can't go on for too long in the wild, I'm afraid of being discovered. Next time, let's go to a hotel and do it properly. I can last a long time." After I finished cleaning up, I stood up and said while putting on my clothes, "That's enough, you're already pretty good, okay? I almost couldn't take it anymore." He smiled smugly and said, "I have even better ones. You probably haven't been with many men, you've probably never seen any." I thought to myself, when will men get rid of their self-righteousness? Countless men have used every trick in the book on me. If men who have been with many women are called masters, then I'm invincible among women. Besides, what are you so proud of for those few minutes? You've never seen forty minutes that last an hour, have you? With that thought, we got dressed and went back. The next day, after getting up, we were free to do whatever we wanted. Xiaoming and my husband strolled around, chatting like brothers, just like the previous two days. Usually, some of my husband's drinking buddies who had secretly slept with me behind his back would feel a bit awkward around him. But Xiaoming was different; he was even more natural than my husband. That's the kind of composure you develop after sleeping with so many decent women. We bought some local specialties while strolling around. When my husband wasn't looking, Xiaoming kept groping and taking advantage of me. I hated him even more. Women hate men who are always touching others; they prefer men who are more gentlemanly. Men aren't like Haozi, who are like little kids. They need to be composed and respectful of women, especially since you've already slept with them. If you want to take advantage, wait until next time you meet and go to a hotel to have some fun. After lunch, we parted ways and went home.
After that, Xiaoming asked me out several more times, but I didn't go. Later, as I expected, he started recounting his family history, saying how bad his wife was, that he wanted to divorce her, and that I should divorce mine and be with him. He said I should find a quiet place to discuss it with him. I initially ignored him, but eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and replied, "That's all in the past. Let's just consider it a New Year's gift. I'd rather die than divorce my husband. You should live your life with your wife." He replied that if I didn't go to him, he would talk to my husband and see if I would divorce him. This guy is such a scumbag. I deeply regret letting him sleep with me. It wasn't that I was afraid of what he would talk to my husband about, but I felt it was a waste of my body to be played by such a scumbag. So I replied, "Go ahead if you dare," and then blocked him. A few days later, one night he was probably drunk and started accusing me in the group chat of being pretentious for not going out with him. He also called me a slut, saying I'd offered myself to him once and now I was being pretentious and refusing to give in. He went on to describe many details of that time he slept with me, and said that so-and-so in the group (these were all adulterers who had hooked up with each other after joining) were always looking for sex, and told me to learn from them. As a result, all those men and women left the group. One woman tagged me before leaving, saying, "Amei, leave the group." I replied, "No, I want to see this scumbag. He calls women sluts when they let him, and he calls them pretentious when he doesn't let him. There aren't many scumbags like this. I want to watch the show." The woman replied with a thumbs-up emoji and left the group, leaving him to ramble on and on. The next morning around 11 a.m., I woke up and checked my phone; the group had been disbanded.
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