Open and honest communication with one's wife reveals the realities of women in society.

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I went home for the Mid-Autumn Festival and brought my wife a crystal pendant necklace. She said we're an old married couple, why spend money like that? But seeing how happy she was with the gift, I realized women often say one thing and mean another; they all like to feel cared for and pampered. To be honest, if it weren't for her affair, I probably wouldn't have thought to buy her a gift. I would have just bought her something for the festival. This is probably how husbands treat their wives after many years of marriage.

There were many people shopping for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I helped out at the store. After a long day, my back ached, and I didn't get to talk to her much. This is probably just the way life is; everyone is busy, and even when we're together, couples don't have much time to communicate. Thankfully, whenever I see my wife's buttocks in her short skirt, I think of someone else holding her buttocks and having sex with her. When I see her mouth, I think of her sucking on someone else's penis, and my penis gets hard. If I hadn't had those experiences, perhaps I wouldn't react this way when I see her. Shops usually close early for the Mid-Autumn Festival. We closed our shop around 6 pm, went home to cook, and had dinner with our parents and children. It was just like any other family meal, with laughter and conversation as we busily prepared a sumptuous dinner. But I seemed preoccupied, wondering what my wife was thinking. I didn't know if they had plans for the evening. After dinner, we chatted and watched TV together. My wife handed me her phone. Because of the children, we can't use our phones in front of them. I saw on her WeChat that he had asked if she was free tonight. My wife's suggestion was for me to arrange a time or agree to their plans for the evening. It was then that I realized we hadn't been communicating enough. I felt it was necessary to have a heart-to-heart talk with her. I decisively typed on my phone, "10 PM at the store," and sent it. I handed the phone to my wife, who looked at it and smiled. Since the kids usually go to bed around 9 PM, they should be asleep by 10 PM. The grandparents usually take care of the kids and they sleep at their house. Tonight, the kids didn't want to sleep at home; they insisted on going to their grandma's. After sending them off, leaving just the two of us, I hugged my wife and kissed her. She hugged me tightly, calling me a "naughty husband" for being so impatient. I felt I had so many questions for her, but I didn't know how to ask. She hugged me and said, "I'll be there in a bit. You wait at home." I asked back, "What are you going to do later?" She slapped me and said she was going to have sex with someone else later. She touched my genitals and found I was hard, so she pulled down my pants, took my penis, and started sucking it. She usually made me wash before doing this. I was about to ask her why, but I was afraid it would ruin the feeling, so I let her continue. It felt really good. After licking for a while, she pulled me to the bathroom and said, "Let's shower together." I said, "Why bother showering when I'm going to have sex with someone else later? I can shower when we get back." She said, "No way, I haven't washed all day and I'm all sticky down there. I'm afraid they'll find it smelly when they lick me. They can smell it if they don't believe me." She then pressed my head down. I saw my underwear was wet. I asked why it was so wet. She said, "It's because I was thinking about you fucking me tonight, and we were kissing just now, and that's why it's so wet." I said, "Others might find it dirty, but I don't." Then I spread my wife's legs and started licking her... Before I could even utter the swear word, my lick made me shudder. To be honest, it didn't taste like anything, just a salty and slightly astringent flavor. After licking for a while, I turned on the tap. She washed my penis, and I washed her vagina. I told her that she was going to have sex with someone else soon, so I should have sex with her first. As I said this, I hugged her from behind. She held my penis to the entrance, and I thrust it in. She bent over, and I pulled her arm and pushed hard. Water splashed on us, and the bathroom echoed with slapping sounds. To be honest, her vagina wasn't as tight as before, but it was still slippery and warm, which felt quite nice. I originally intended to ejaculate inside her, but just as I was about to climax, she suddenly lifted her buttocks and said, "Honey, don't ejaculate yet. Wait until I'm done with him and come back before you ejaculate. Don't you like it when I bring back other people's semen for you?" At that moment, I felt both excited and grateful. My wife was actually thinking of me. Seeing that I didn't say anything, she turned around, squatted down, and sucked my penis for a while. When she saw that it was almost time, she got me a towel, and we dried ourselves off together before leaving the bathroom. She went to a bag in the bedroom closet and took out a thong and put it on. Looking at my wife's full breasts and plump buttocks, the thong with its few lines was really sexy. I couldn't help but hug her from behind and rub my penis against her butt crack. As my wife dressed, she said to me, "Honey, you can wait at home without worry. I'll be back in a bit." She kissed me and then went out. Watching her departing figure, I suddenly had a strange feeling that I couldn't explain.

I waited for almost half an hour, and I couldn't wait any longer. I quickly put on a tank top and shorts and headed towards the store. When I got to the back door, I didn't see my wife, which meant she was probably still inside. I waited outside for another 10 minutes or so. Then I saw the back door open, and my wife came out first to check if anyone was there. A little while later, the person came out and left without looking back. My wife closed the back door and came towards me. I stood up, and when my wife saw me, she took a few quick steps, grabbed my hand, and quickly turned a corner. She said, "Why did you come?" I said, "I was getting impatient, so I came to pick you up." My wife took my arm and leaned against me. I whispered in her ear, "Damn it?" She whispered "Mmm," and I told him, "You're back tonight. Usually it's over an hour, but today it was only half an hour. We came right after he came." I said, "Over an hour? That was so great!" She said, "It's not always an hour. We usually lie down together and chat for a while afterward, then rest." Before she finished speaking, I kissed her on the lips. Before she could say anything, my tongue was already in her mouth. She pushed me away and said, "No! He put his thing in my mouth

after he came. There's his semen in it." I said, "I don't mind the mess." She continued, "Don't tease me anymore, or it'll all come out." I said, "Okay, let's go home quickly." When we got home, I carried her to the bedroom and onto the bed. I took off her skirt and saw that her pubic hair was sticky, and there was still semen on her inner thighs and vulva. At this moment, I didn't rush to lick it. Instead, I lay down next to my wife and stroked her vulva with my fingers, smearing the semen that had come out onto her entire vulva. I even inserted my fingers and smeared the semen that had been squeezed out onto her vulva as well. I put my fingers to her lips, indicating that she should lick it.

I asked my wife, "Honey, do you think it's shameful of me to share you with other men like this? Do you think I'm a bad husband?"
She replied, "Honey, why do you say that? You're a good husband, a qualified husband. You're doing this all for my own good. To be honest, I felt really empty when you were away on business. Lots of people nearby added me and sent me pictures that made me really want them. I almost slept with them several times, but reason told me I couldn't betray you. Many of my classmates divorced because they cheated on their husbands. If they had a husband like you, they definitely wouldn't have divorced. What you're doing proves you truly love me, proves you're open-minded. You know you don't have time for me, so you let him satisfy me. At least I get sexual satisfaction and pleasure. With a good husband like you, I'd never leave you."
I said, "Honey, I did do this to satisfy you, while also allowing you to have sex with the people you like, so you can be happy when I'm not around. But I also have my own points of excitement. For example, I get really excited when you're having sex with other men, and I even like it when you're covered in their semen. Don't you mind?"
My wife said, "Honey, I know what you like. But it's just a consequence. When your wife sleeps with someone else, it's inevitable that he'll penetrate her. The harder he fucks her, the more comfortable she feels. That's why you like it when the man fucking your wife has a big penis and fucks her hard. As for you liking me bringing back other men's semen, that's also a consequence. When I sleep with someone else, it's inevitable that he'll ejaculate inside me in the end, because you know I don't like using condoms. You like me bringing back semen for you to use, because you're forcing yourself to accept this consequence. Because the result of sleeping with someone else is that your wife lets another man ejaculate inside her, so you force yourself to accept and like it. I understand all of this. The reason I do this is to excite you. Actually, I don't want you to see what other men have ejaculated inside me. I feel that loving you means I shouldn't let you come into contact with these dirty things."
I said, "Honey, you understand me so well. Do you love him?"
My wife said, "Silly husband, what is love? Love has multiple meanings. It's impossible to say that you love him the same way you love yourself. The love you have for me is the love between husband and wife. The love you have for him can't really be called love, but rather liking. You like his physique and appearance, you like the way he talks and acts, or you like his body and the way he makes love. It's just liking and admiring, not love."

I asked, "Do you like other men?"
My wife said, "Actually, I do like other men. He's one of the men I like. Like, I like his penis, I like the way we make love. I think as long as it's comfortable and satisfying, I'll like it. Because of liking him, some things have changed. For example, you know I used to be a bit of a germaphobe, but with him, I would suck his penis without washing before letting him penetrate me. I even swallowed his ejaculate, and even sucked his penis that had just been pulled out of me. Sometimes he would ejaculate halfway in, and the rest would get all over my body and face. This is probably because liking him has changed some things I didn't like. Like my boyfriend in college, we were together for three years and we only had sex. I think back then it was liking, not love. I also met a few men I liked when I was working, but it was just liking, we never had sex."

I asked, "If you met a man you liked now, would you have sex with them?"
My wife said, "Actually, I fantasized about having sex with men I liked before, but I was timid and had many concerns. If I met a man I liked now, I would be able to accept it. As long as he suggested it or arranged it, I would do it, because I have a good husband." Take my best friend for example. She married a man more than ten years older than her, and he only liked her money. She's actually been sleeping with many other men behind his back, but her husband doesn't know. She's always worried about sleeping with other men. If she had a husband like you, she'd probably have twice as many men. I haven't dared to tell her about us; if she knew, she'd be incredibly envious. At least with the man I like now, things are going pretty well. Whether you're around or not, it's always enjoyable. Like tonight, he waited for me to orgasm several times before he ejaculated. I'll tell you about any other men I like in the future.

I asked, "So, how does it feel to sleep with him and then be with me?"
My wife said, "Like when I saw you right after we slept together, my first feeling was that I was unclean. If it were before, after sleeping with someone else and then seeing you, I would definitely be nervous, even feel guilty and ashamed. My first instinct would be to wash myself clean and feel guilty. But we're different now. I think most women would feel this way if they secretly slept together. My best friend is like that; she always says she's unclean, but she can't help but continue with other men. But we're different now. Just now, after we slept together, we were walking hand in hand, and you asked me about how it felt, the process, and even gave me instructions on how to do it. I felt so happy. How many women can enjoy that?" Being treated like this, with someone else's semen inside and in my mouth, every part of my body just touched and licked by someone else, and yet my husband still cares for me so much, even giving me caresses and satisfaction when I get home—it feels amazing. I feel like the happiest woman. I even wanted you and my best friend to have sex, but I'm afraid that would make things too complicated and make it difficult to get along later. My best friend and I have talked about how long our sex lasts. She said her husband lasts at most three minutes, and I said you last over an hour, and you can do it multiple times. She even saw the picture of your penis that you sent me, and she was envious for a long time, which made me feel embarrassed. Later, I don't know why, but the thought of you having sex with my best friend also excites me.
I said, "I haven't thought about your best friend. I'm not very interested in other women. As long as you're comfortable and satisfied, that's all that matters. If you really want to arrange it once, that's fine too." My wife slapped me after hearing this. I saw that it was almost time, and I wanted to know what was going on, so I spread my wife's legs and started licking her genitals. My wife said, "You naughty husband, isn't your wife good? I brought you all fresh stuff. How does it taste?" I took a deep breath and said, "I don't know if it tastes good, do you want to try it too?" As I said this, I kissed my wife's mouth, and then I inserted my penis into her. It was especially easy to enter because of the lubrication of someone else's semen. It was also very sensitive inside. My wife took out her phone and found a picture of her best friend and said, "Just treat me like my best friend and have sex with me. I'll make my husband feel good too." My wife made me call out my best friend's name, Xiao Ran. We did this for about 20 minutes and I ejaculated. I ejaculated halfway and then my wife made me pull out and ejaculate the other half into her mouth. She said, "You can't just eat other people's, you have to eat your own husband's too." I said, "You're eating two men's at the same time." After I ejaculated, I inserted my still hard penis into my wife's body again and held her like this. Later, I ejaculated twice more.

Holding her in my arms, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, reflecting on the path we've walked together, I realize time waits for no one, passing by second by second. Tomorrow will continue; it won't stop just because you're feeling lost or sad. Society is changing, life is changing. Men say women have become more materialistic, women say men have become more hypocritical. Society is different now than before, and women are different now too. As a man, which type will you change into? Every man's choice is different, but what are you thinking when you're holding your wife in your arms right now? Will you give your wife more love, or let her endure loneliness and isolation, unable to give her excitement and joy, and restricting her from finding happiness on her own? Everything has two sides; it depends on your choice. Just be happy, don't let yourself spend your whole life in turmoil and pain.

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