Happy couples in open marriage - flying for passion

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The writing is very delicate, penned by my wife. It's a gentle, passionate, and alluring tale, worth reading for both men and women. May we all become men and women like her! This is
a wife's personal reflection.
In life, regardless of gender, 90% of people will have an affair, half secretly and half openly. The rest lack the opportunity, but given the chance, they'll still try. This is human nature. It's just that everyone wears a saintly mask to disguise themselves.
Like when you travel, you encounter various delicious foods, appreciate beautiful scenery, and try fun activities. Finally, you happily return home to share the joy of the journey with your family—that's what travel is all about.
The journey of a happy marriage is similar. A complete family includes a spouse, children, and sexual partners. After six months of communication and discussion, my husband and I reached a consensus and agreed on an open marriage model. We won't interfere in each other's private lives; each of us can try having sexual partners, following our feelings naturally. The home must remain a complete home.
Happiness is something we live for ourselves, not something we show off to others. Life is short, and many things require us to learn to try and accept in order to achieve perfection. My husband took the first step. Two years ago, among many women, he chose a sexual partner. I faced it calmly. When you broaden your mindset, you'll see different results. We became sisters and get along very well. She rekindled the long-dormant desire in my husband and me, and rekindled my hope and joy in life. I'm grateful to her for "training" my husband to be better. There are some things I can't control, but my sister can. Men are just like that, which makes me quite happy.
Today, I also took that step, again with my husband's support and encouragement, allowing me to experience the value of life's journey. It also made me realize why we need sexual partners. In my opinion, a happy life is having a lover, children, a complete family, and a sexual partner—that's a perfect life.
The moment the train started moving, I knew there was no turning back. Although my husband repeatedly emphasized safety, and although kind villagers told me about many scams and frauds, I still believed that my husband and I had made the right choice.
But as the train sped along the track, only one word could describe my feelings: trepidation.
Would he think I wasn't as pretty as in the photos? Would he like me? Would I be disappointed in him? What if I wanted to escape? Faced with his enthusiasm, would I force myself out of pity? In real life, I'm the kind of woman who blushes even when a stranger holds my hand. The thought of going straight from meeting someone I'd never met to sleeping together on our first meeting seemed unbelievable. I'd never tried cheating before, yet I was acting so recklessly—it was utterly irrational. I started to regret it, to blame my impulsiveness. I even considered getting off the train and going straight to my friend's place.
The train slowly glided along the track. I checked my phone and saw a message from my husband: "Are you very excited right now?" I could only reply with a bitter smile, "No, just trepidation."
I received another message from him: "I'm waiting at the exit." "Although I had been looking forward to it for so long, when the moment finally arrived, my heart had long forgotten the anticipation, leaving only unease.
On the way to the baggage carousel, I put on sunglasses. When I passed the exit, I turned my head away, not daring to glance at it. I deliberately slowed down the pace of collecting my luggage, finally managing to calm myself down before slowly walking out of the exit. No one greeted me. My eyes behind the sunglasses quickly scanned the people who were supposed to pick me up, having already forgotten their faces in the video, and not daring to look closely at each one. I walked to the main entrance like this.
Before leaving, I hesitated. Even if nothing happened, it would be right to see them. So, I sent him a text message: 'I'm out, haha.' 'Where are you? I don't see you.'
I mustered my courage and texted: 'At the entrance, woman in sunglasses.' As soon as the text message was sent, a man walked up to me: 'Xiaoxiao, you're wearing sunglasses, I can't recognize you at all!'
I smiled: 'Hehe, I only wanted to give you five minutes, I was about to take a bus to find my friend.'"
"No way!" He snatched the suitcase from my hand and led me to the bus stop. I secretly glanced at him; he was of medium height, with a fair, round face, and looked young. He smiled warmly and seemed very approachable. Suddenly, the awkwardness I felt vanished; it felt like walking with a familiar friend.
On the bus, we chatted casually, and he kept looking down at my hand. I knew he wanted to hold it but was too shy. So, I pretended to be sleepy and leaned on his shoulder. He then calmly took my hand—firm and strong, just like his shoulder, solid and reassuring.
He gently squeezed my hand, his cheek brushing against my hair, occasionally turning his head to kiss my forehead. And I didn't feel like a stranger. His breath, his shoulder, reminded me of my husband. The weight lifted from my heart, and I unconsciously snuggled closer to him, whispering in his ear, "I don't know why, but I'm not afraid of you."
We ate something quickly, went home to drop off our luggage, and then went to see a movie. Going to the movies was my idea. I was always worried that I wouldn't be able to jump straight to sex after meeting him; there needed to be some romance. Most importantly, before we met, I always imagined that the darkness of the movie theater would give me the courage to kiss and hug. The
cozy little two-bedroom apartment was simple yet tidy, showing he was a hardworking single man, which made me like him even more. After I put my things down, he showed me around the room. "Look," he said, "the sheets and duvet covers were just changed, and there's an electric blanket and a heater. If you don't like the conditions, we can stay in a hotel.
" "That's fine," I replied. "After saying that, I suddenly thought of the ambiguous situation that was about to unfold, and my face flushed red to my ears. I didn't dare turn around to look at him.
He wrapped his arms around me from behind and began to kiss me. His lips were warm and soft, and I couldn't resist. Suddenly, I was lying on the bed, and my clothes were gone. His kisses were wonderful, gradually easing my guard and sense of unfamiliarity, and a desire welled up inside me. I could also feel his excitement; his burning member was already showing off to me
. Remembering that I hadn't showered yet, I finally managed to leave his embrace. The gentle hot water slowly cooled my impulse. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I hesitated. Should I go in? Should I..." Will I regret it? Despite my hesitation, I went to bed, still conflicted, waiting for him to shower. I texted my husband about the situation. He replied: "Since it's over, might as well make the best of it. Opportunities don't come to everyone. You're not going to miss out on this opportunity?" He added a mischievous emoji. I immediately chuckled.
When he covered me, my body trembled, my breathing quickened, both anticipating and fearing his entry. He gently caressed and kissed my entire body, again and again, until I was burning hot and my body began to respond. He kissed me while carefully examining me, sighing, "Xiaoxiao, it's like a dream, I can't believe it's real." "You're beautiful, really." "And perhaps I am his kiss, his smooth back so much like my husband's body. It felt like a body I'd known for a long time, and my desire slowly began to burn. When he plunged in, I had no more defenses. In that moment, I gave him my body and soul without reservation.
If my husband was a babbling brook, he was the roaring Yellow River. The contrast between his gentle, slow, and perfectly timed friction and his rapid thrusts was striking. I was amazed by the difference between men, and even more amazed that I could let go so completely. Before, I had fantasized countless times about my first time with a stranger, worried that my shyness and guilt would affect the experience. Thankfully, my husband's support and encouragement gave me peace of mind. Everything was even more intense than I had imagined. He loved my dazed eyes, my moans rising and falling, and my involuntary babbling. We did it again and again, tirelessly, without ever getting bored."
For two days and three nights, morning, noon, and evening, we were like parched lands receiving rain, like long-lost confidants, always nestled together, talking about our families and experiences, discussing life, feelings, and sex. We talked, kissed, and uncontrollably engaged in one passionate encounter after another. We made love countless times over those two days and three nights, until his last drop of life force was absorbed into my body. Powerful molecules flowed through my veins, giving me a lightness and clarity I had never felt before. When the passion subsided, we embraced deeply, with endless things to say. Because of his lack of eloquence and attentiveness online, I had nicknamed him "Wooden Head." But in person, I discovered he was incredibly talkative and passionate. His cooking for me, his meticulous care, made me realize he was actually a gentle and considerate man, a passionate man who loved life.
There were no luxurious five-star hotels, no romantic trips; we simply and warmly spent our time together. I felt that a man's appreciation for a woman was evident in everything he did—from his eyes to his actions to his words.
When I first sought a sexual partner, I worried that I would feel guilty towards his wife for having an affair with him. I was secretly pleased that he was a single man. Now he could be completely open with me. Seeing him sleeping soundly beside me, I felt a deep sense of gratitude towards him and my husband. A feast for the body, an exchange of thoughts, both inside and out. I feel this experience will be etched in my memory forever.
In a few hours, I will be going home. At this moment, my heart is very calm, without much reluctance or sadness. I know I can't be too greedy; my husband and children are waiting for me. I want to go home quickly, kiss my child's soft little face, and cook for my husband. Life will return to normal; I will still be my husband's strong support, a gentle wife, and a loving mother.
My dear husband, I'm coming.
He personally packed my favorite foods into my suitcase, still smiling as he accompanied me to the train station and helped me with the boarding procedures.
Until we reached the security checkpoint, suddenly, I felt a little sad. Actually, I've always been afraid of farewells; tears always well up at the moment of parting. Now, I can only weep silently behind my sunglasses. He comforted me, saying, "I'll come see you next month." To lighten the mood, I retorted sharply, "No, don't come! Don't interfere with my romantic encounters. You have so many women; you wouldn't care about me.
" He laughed, hugged me, and kissed my forehead, saying, "Don't say that. Even if there's nothing else, I want to be your friend, and I want to meet your husband."
Walking through security was difficult; each step felt like a struggle. My heart was calm, but tears streamed down my face. Thankfully, he couldn't see them. The last time I looked back, he was looking down at his phone. A moment later, my phone displayed: "Looking back, I can see you; my heart is only for you."
On the bullet train, the memories of the past two days lingered in my mind; I had no appetite.
As the train slowly glided along the track, I checked my phone; a text from my husband had arrived: "Welcome home, my dear." "It was like waking from a dream; my mood instantly brightened.
Seeing my husband's mischievous smile in the distance, and my two children calling out 'Mommy!' suddenly, I forgot all the sadness of parting. I knew this was my true happiness. On the way home, I asked about the children and chatted with my husband. From that moment on, there was another person in our lives.
Afraid he'd be sad when he got home, I texted him: 'Take good care of yourself.'
'I'll be fine; these past few days have been happy and joyful.'
'Cheer up.' '
Yes, I'm happy, so many memories.'" "
I know he's mature and strong. Even single, starting his career anew, he's so composed, looking towards the future with beautiful aspirations. So, I don't need to worry about him.
And me, with my husband's support and my children's company, I won't feel lost.
Returning to my familiar home, life remains simple yet fulfilling. I'll start being busy again, being a good wife and mother. Home is my safe haven, my husband is my emotional support, my children are my lifelong concern, and my sexual partner is my physical feast. I'm so grateful for everything my husband has given me. Thank you, husband. You've given me more to look forward to and enjoy in life. I'll make up for what I owed my husband and children recently."

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