[Rekindling the flame of first love, my beloved wife becomes even more alluring.]

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On the morning of Sunday, April 9, 2017, I was working overtime in the office when a message from my wife suddenly appeared on QQ: "Z is coming over today with his parents on business." I was overjoyed. It had been a year and a half since I last slept with my first love, Z. For the past year and a half, I had been thinking every day about when we could be intimate again and rekindle our passion... I had tried to plan it several times, but all attempts had failed due to bad luck...
This was a golden opportunity. I immediately replied to my wife, "Welcome, a warm welcome! What time are you arriving?" She said, "This afternoon, but I don't want to go, it's too much trouble... I have to work tomorrow." I could tell that my wife really didn't want to go, mainly because it would take up too much time; there were still many things to do at home, and tomorrow was Monday.
My heart skipped a beat. I reassured my wife that everything at home was fine, and I didn't offer much encouragement, but I told her, "He's here, it's such a rare opportunity, and he specifically invited you. I think you should go, otherwise you might not have another chance. He's a respectable, mature man, and he's sensitive about his image. If you refuse him, you'll hurt his feelings, and he might not dare to invite you again."
In the afternoon, to put my wife at ease, I made time to take our child to his extracurricular class, giving her more time to talk to her first love, Z, without asking her if she was going or not. After finishing my afternoon tasks, on the way home, I ran into my mother buying rice at the supermarket, so she went with her. When we got home, she told me, "I told Mom I won't be eating at home tonight..." That's when I realized her final decision was "to go!" I guess her first love Z's invitation moved her; after all, anyone, whether a lady or a mature woman, would have some kind of anticipation for such a passionate encounter.
She went into the bedroom to change her clothes and asked me, "Is this okay?" It was a normal outfit, not exactly stunning, but for my wife's usual style, it was quite elegant. I said, "It's alright, but did you change your underwear? That's the important thing. Find something sexier." She said she had and showed me. After checking everything, I thought it was fine. Then I reminded her, "Wash your pussy first. You definitely don't shower after you meet; usually, you just hug and kiss as soon as you meet..." She said, "Then I need to brush my teeth too..." While she was brushing her teeth, I pulled down her pants from behind and slowly inserted my penis into her. I could feel that she was already aroused... I fiddled around inside her for a while and said, "Never mind, I'll save some energy for your first love to have sex with you. I'll have sex with you when we get back." She said, "Okay, I'll reward you properly when we get back." After brushing her teeth and washing her pussy, we got ready to leave. I asked if she had brought condoms, and she said she had. I checked and found she had two. I said to bring one more, and I slipped another one into her bag. She asked, "Smell me, do I smell good? I'm wearing perfume..." Before leaving, I reminded her again, "This time you have to be more proactive, don't be too reserved, do it in the positions and ways you like, otherwise you might not experience an orgasm like last time..."
I left home around 5:30 pm because my mother was home, and I couldn't let her notice anything. I could only pretend to be normal on the surface, but in my heart I was constantly thinking, "Where are you? Have you seen them yet?"...
At 7:25 pm, I received a message from my wife: "I've arrived, the traffic is terrible..." I replied, "Yeah, have you seen them yet? If you have the chance, take off the red string tied to your ankle (it's my wife's year of birth, and she has a red string tied to her ankle to ward off evil spirits, a bit old-fashioned). It's best not to use a condom during sex, it's okay to hurt your body occasionally for passion..." I had taught her before that she shouldn't use a condom during sex, and should only use it when she was about to ejaculate, as this would make the experience much better. But now I think, they definitely did it more than once, this method only works for the first time, and there might be semen residue in the urethra the second time, so it's not feasible. She didn't respond, only saying, "I haven't eaten yet," and then disappeared...
Knowing they had met, I was afraid of disturbing them (because the first time I slept with my first love, I called her while they were having sex to distract her), so I held back from contacting her, constantly fantasizing about them having sex, wondering if they were doing it now... Around 8:47 PM, I suddenly heard my child seemingly calling my wife. I rushed to my child's room to try and stop them, but it was too late; I heard them chatting... I was really afraid that this phone call would ruin my wife's experience.
I went back to bed, lay there, and thought... I carefully reflected on the 18 years my wife and I have known each other. When we met, she was just a little girl, very cute, and I liked her very much, but I was shy and lacked confidence, so I didn't dare to express my love to her. Of course, I would consciously try to get her attention, such as going to her room to play on the computer (the company only provided one computer, which was placed in their dormitory), and I worked very hard, but perhaps all my efforts didn't achieve the desired results.
Later, a colleague pursued her, and they soon fell in love… In my eyes, she was so happy, beautiful, and lovely… Because of my love for her, I paid even more attention to the couple. Watching them stroll along forest paths and enjoy snacks on the street, everything seemed so enviable…
I remember during the Spring Festival of 2000, we were traveling back to the company headquarters together. Because there were too many people, the car couldn't fit everyone, and someone suggested that her boyfriend sit in the front passenger seat, holding her in his lap. She didn't object. Watching my beloved woman being held by someone else, amidst the laughter and chatter of my colleagues, I didn't hear a word. I kept blaming myself for being so weak, wondering how far the couple had progressed, and whether I still had a chance… I silently watched them from the back seat. Suddenly, the car jolted, and she let out a soft “hmm…” sound, so alluring. Combined with their posture, I was mesmerized… Had they already slept together? Was he making her very happy?
One autumn morning in 2000, on my way to the cafeteria, I happened to run into her boyfriend carrying a blanket as he came out of her room. He said some provocative things to me (he knew I liked her). I was devastated, feeling that God had left me with no hope whatsoever… After that, I dared not deliberately attract her attention. Everything seemed very calm, but in reality, my love for her never stopped. I secretly took a passport photo from her desk drawer and looked at the beautiful girl in the photo every day, thinking about her, longing for her, and masturbating… I even moved from my original dormitory to a small room opposite hers, taking every opportunity to spy on her and fantasize about them making love. In
the early summer of 2001, for some reason, they showed signs of breaking up. I was secretly delighted; now I had my chance. I couldn't be cowardly anymore, so I tried every means to get closer to her. I always helped her at work, and when we had free time, we would play Go or computer games together. I consciously made more physical contact, such as deliberately touching her fingers while playing Go, holding her hand to operate the mouse while playing computer games, and holding her hand to write like a child when tutoring her. Every time I was close to her, I could smell her faint fragrance. Every contact made me extremely excited, to the point that I couldn't straighten my back (because I was already aroused).
In the autumn of 2001, just when I felt I was getting into the swing of things, the company needed me to stay at my current workplace to handle some follow-up work, while she was to be transferred to a new location. I spoke to my supervisor, hoping to have an assistant (of course, it was her) to help, but ultimately it didn't work out. After she left, I fell into the torment of longing again, contacting her every day through text messages. I felt like I was soulless without her messages. I would also find various excuses to visit her at her new workplace, but there were many new colleagues there, including some excellent young men. Occasionally, I'd see her getting along well with these young men, and the sense of crisis would creep back in. I remember one time, I made an excuse that I was too busy and asked for her help. That day, she and a colleague came to "assist" me. We stayed at a hotel that night, and before going to bed, I pretended I didn't have any toothpaste and borrowed theirs. In the hotel corridor, she handed me the toothpaste, and I took the opportunity to give her a light kiss on the cheek to formally express my affection. As I turned to leave, she playfully punched me on the back with her small fist—a feeling I still remember vividly… What was that punch in response to? I vaguely sensed it was the shy affection of a young girl.
I hurriedly finished my work, hoping to follow her to the same workplace, but I still couldn't. I ended up in another place. Fortunately, at least the distance was shorter; I was only a few dozen kilometers away from her, and I had many more opportunities to visit her, almost every month.
Around the summer of 2002, I visited her. After drinking with a group of friends, I finally confessed my feelings to her and received my first kiss. She wasn't very willing at the time because I had been drinking, and we were in the hallway outside the dormitory. Perhaps afraid of disturbing other colleagues, she reluctantly cooperated with my kiss. The next night, I asked her out again. We talked for a long time at the pool table downstairs in the dormitory, but she didn't seem to accept my love. It might be because of her ex-boyfriend's concerns. I don't remember much of what we talked about, but one sentence vaguely expressed her meaning: "We can't be together. C and I were planning to get married, and our parents have met." I vaguely understood what she meant. I knew she had concerns, but I wasn't willing to give up and continued to pursue her... After that, every time I went to her place, I would pester her. She didn't dislike me; I could feel that she liked me. In
the early winter of 2002, she went to a college to study for a diploma. I took advantage of my work to visit her at the school. Because the school didn't allow overnight stays, I had to find a hotel outside. I wasn't familiar with the area, so she took me to the hotel and accompanied me to my room. Suddenly, she said, "The school might be closed, so I'll stay here too!" I was overjoyed, thinking...!! That night we didn't do anything. We didn't even take off our sweaters and jeans before going to bed. We just hugged and kissed each other until dawn...
At the end of 2002, the company needed to unify its collection system, and various departments worked together. We had the opportunity to go on a business trip together. We booked the same hotel room and cuddled again. Although we didn't do anything, I knew I had melted her heart.
This effort paid off. Finally, during the Spring Festival of 2003, I mustered up the courage to send her back to her hometown to spend the holiday at her home. I even gained her mother's approval. During the Spring Festival, she would sneak into my room every night before going to bed and give me a deep hug and a lingering kiss. It was my first time spending the Spring Festival away from my parents, and I had trouble sleeping and felt lonely. But her hugs and kisses made me much happier...
After the Spring Festival, on the seventh day of the first lunar month, the company organized a training session. We went to report for duty on the sixth day. Since we were employees from out of town, the company arranged hotel accommodations. When we went to ask for a room, there happened to be only one left, so we naturally made love... That night we made love three times, but because we were too excited and inexperienced, we surrendered before we even found the entrance. We continued the next night. Although I successfully penetrated her, the effect wasn't ideal; I was too nervous. Haha… But there was a little incident that day: there was no bleeding afterward. Actually, I already knew, but now that it was confirmed, I still felt a little disappointed. But what disappointed me even more was that she offered an explanation: she hurt herself riding a bicycle when she was little… Why would she lie to me? If I really cared about that, I definitely wouldn't have pursued her. Because I love her so much, I can overlook the past; why couldn't she be honest with me? Of course, I didn't expose her, because of love, and I was afraid of hurting her self-esteem… The next night, I didn't spend time with her. A colleague had invited me to visit his hometown, and I drank a lot that day, returning to the hotel very late. She seemed very sad too. Seeing her like that, all my disappointment vanished instantly, replaced by pity. I held her and coaxed her to sleep…
Later, we got married. We've always been very loving and harmonious, but a mystery has always deeply puzzled me: Why did she hide my past relationship? Did she not trust my love? Was she afraid I'd get hurt? Was her ex-boyfriend good to her? How did they feel together? Was it better for them than for me? I always wanted to ask, but I didn't dare, afraid of hurting her.
After we got married, we both returned to the head office. Our jobs were very stable, no need to travel around, and theoretically we could work nine-to-five. But because both our families were poor, we needed to work much harder to establish ourselves in the city. That period was very difficult, but also very happy. We cared for, supported, and looked after each other. We rented a small house near the company as our home. I focused on my career, while she focused on making our little nest. To make life more comfortable, I worked overtime until after 11 pm almost every day. Even when I was exhausted, seeing her lovely smile when I got home made all my fatigue disappear... That period was the most wonderful time of my life.
Through our hard work, our lives gradually improved. We had our own house, a car... We had everything we needed, and we were considered outstanding among our peers. We were a comfortable, loving, and slightly bourgeois couple. But as we spent more time together, although our feelings deepened, the passion gradually faded. I always longed for our love to return to its initial sweetness and passion…
One day, I was working overtime in the office. My boss was also working overtime that day; his door was closed, but the light was on. I happened to have a work-related issue to ask him, so I went directly into his office. What I saw was incredibly exciting. Another female colleague was wearing an extremely sexy low-cut V-neck dress, revealing her alluring cleavage, and a delicate necklace with a pendant that perfectly complemented her cleavage, making her look exceptionally beautiful. She was sitting in my boss's seat, and he was holding her hand from behind while operating the computer mouse. They looked very intimate, and the female colleague was incredibly feminine, exuding an indescribable charm…
Actually, I knew there had been rumors about them for a while, but they had never been confirmed. I was stunned by the scene before me, perhaps shocked by seeing something I shouldn't have; but more likely, I was shocked by the femininity emanating from that female colleague. That female colleague was quite ordinary before, never attracting my attention; her looks and demeanor were unremarkable. But that night, she looked so beautiful! I realized, this might be the allure of an extramarital affair; it makes a woman more charming and alluring… I even told my wife about it later, but I secretly thought that if there were a relationship that could transform my wife like that, she would definitely be even more captivating, more elegant, and more alluring…
Later, my wife attended a class reunion (which I wrote about in a previous post) and unexpectedly discovered that she had a very pure first love, and that they still had feelings for each other after many years. I felt my opportunity had arrived and began to work towards it. After more than a year of effort and a twist of fate, my wife finally slept with her first love (as I wrote in a previous post). Indeed, my wife underwent a transformation during this process. This relationship definitely enhanced her charm, making her more alluring, and it also ignited my fighting spirit and passion. It felt like we were back in our dating days; we loved being together, enjoying her caresses and warmth… As
I reminisced, savoring our past and reveling in the passion brought by my wife's transformation, time slipped away until 9:20 PM. Suddenly, a message from my wife flashed on my phone: “Honey…”
I sensed something was amiss in her tone and quickly asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, is the child asleep? They called me earlier.” “
They’re asleep, don’t worry. Are they in the room? Have you done it?” “It did
n’t feel very passionate.” “Was
the child’s call disturbing you?”
“No.”
I wasn’t sure if her first love had already slept with her, because according to the time, it was only 9:20 PM, and the child’s call at 8:47 PM hadn’t disturbed them. My wife arrived at 7:30 PM and hadn’t even had dinner yet. So I checked with my wife again:
"Have you two done it? Where's he? Did he go to the bathroom?"
"Once, he went to his parents' room to pay his respects."
Seeing this message, I suddenly felt dizzy, my heart raced, and my hand typing started trembling…
"Was it good?"
"A little bit, so-so, not as good as you, didn't even have an orgasm." A hint of frustration crept into her voice .
I encouraged her, "Oh, don't be discouraged. You need to be more proactive, relax, just like you do with me, in your preferred position, preferably with you on top, that's how you might achieve an orgasm."
"Hehe, I'm not used to it yet, it feels awkward, I'm not familiar with it, he's too excited."
"Of course he'd be excited to see his sweetheart. If he's not excited, it means he's not interested in you, so you should be secretly happy! Don't be discouraged, relax a bit, seduce him again later, and next time it'll definitely last longer."
At my request, my wife sent me photos of condoms filled with semen that my first love had used, her selfies, and photos of her vagina that had been penetrated. I saw that there was quite a lot of semen in the condoms, more than I'd ever seen before, which meant my first love was indeed very aroused, and premature ejaculation was normal. Looking at my wife's selfies, she looked particularly alluring, much prettier than usual, though the lighting was a bit dim. My wife said she had ambient lighting on, making the light very soft...
Looking at these photos, I felt empty inside, as if no blood was flowing through my veins. I felt incredibly lonely and lost. But I'm certain this feeling isn't jealousy stemming from my wife having sex with her first love. I actually find their sex incredibly exciting and stimulating…
The root of this loneliness and loss is probably my absence from my wife's side. It's like we were deeply in love, and then she suddenly left me after an argument, and I don't know if she'll ever come back…
To avoid distracting her, I didn't tell her how I felt. I said, "Is this better than your first time (in 2015)?" "It feels about the same." After chatting for a while, she said, "He's back." I replied, "Yeah, I'll try… I won't bother you anymore, let's talk again sometime."
And just like that, we lost contact again. Loneliness and solitude filled my heart again. I looked at the photos she sent—her first love's semen, her alluring photos in pajamas, and the blurry image of her recently penetrated vagina—and fantasized about whether her first love was having sex with her right now? Was it incredibly pleasurable? Was her expression incredibly seductive? What positions were they using? How big was her first love's penis? Who undressed whom? ...
I tried to fall asleep, but it was all in vain. I kept checking my phone for new messages. I found the underwear my wife had changed out of before she left and started licking and masturbating... By 1 a.m., there were still no messages on my phone. I couldn't hold back any longer and texted my wife, "Are you there?" There was still no response. I continued to fantasize, licking my wife's underwear and masturbating again...
I barely slept all night. At 6:20 a.m., my phone rang.
"Getting ready to come back, checking out."
I replied, "How many times did we do it last night?" "2."
I couldn't believe it. Such a good opportunity, and we only did it twice all night. I hurriedly asked, "Did you do it this morning?" "No."
I continued to ask, "Did you orgasm?" "Once, a little bit."
I confirmed, "You had your second orgasm?" "Hmm."
I continued to ask, "Was this date worth it?" "So-so, I'm leaving."
Although I was very curious and wanted to know more, my wife was driving, so I didn't ask any more questions. My wife arrived home around 8:00 a.m. She seemed fine. My mother and the children were already up, so we kept quiet and didn't talk about it.
After arriving at work this morning, I couldn't hold back any longer and contacted my wife on QQ to find out what happened last night.
Me: Honey, are you busy?
Wife: Not busy. Me: I miss you. Did your first love make you feel good last night
? Honestly,
Wife: Yes. Me: How long did he last the second time? Wife: About the same as you. Me: Did he spend more time foreplaying the second time? Wife: Not much foreplay. Me : Did you feel more passion with him than with me? Wife: What's passion? It's just being more impulsive. Me: Hmm, do you like it? Wife: I like it. Me: So reluctant? I'll go with you next time, okay? Wife: I like it, we'll see. Me: As long as my wife likes it, I'll be passionate… You go alone, leaving me alone at home, it 's so lonely. Wife: Going alone won't make me lonely. Me: You won't be lonely if you go. Occasionally, you can find some time, find an excuse, and come to my room. Honey, aren't you happy marrying this perverted husband of yours? Wife: Just don't bring it up every day, we've reached a consensus. Me: So, honestly, do you like this lifestyle? Wife: You like me? Really? Wife: Yes. Me: Then I'll know where to focus my efforts from now on. Wife: Don't look around. I like people with mutual feelings. Me: Of course, I can't just find a mistress, but this will give you more opportunities to meet outstanding people. Wife: I won't look anymore. I feel so amazing even like this. Me: I won't deliberately look. I'll just pay a little more attention than usual. If I meet someone I like, I won't suppress my feelings and will express them boldly. This is okay. It's not amazing. It's a very normal thing. It's just that thousands of years of traditional ideas have stifled human nature. Wife: I don't care . Me: Whatever. Anyway, I think life is very short. I just want you to live an exceptionally wonderful life, radiant and dazzling, like a shining star... I want what other women can get, you can get too; what other women can't get, you can get too. Can you understand? Wife: No, my first love asked me, which one is more comfortable, him or you? Me: Did you answer? If you didn't answer, ask him the same question. Let him answer first. Wife: Haha, okay. Me: What did he say? Wife: He didn't say anything. Me: I really want to get off work and go home quickly. Me : He asked if you had an orgasm? Wife: He hasn't asked me yet. Men care about whether they can conquer the woman they love, so he'll definitely ask. Wife, do you like doing it with him? Wife: Very occasionally. Me: Then make him your long-term goal, and try to have an opportunity once every year or two. Wife: Hmm. Me: Of course, actually, you don't need to deliberately strive for this goal. It will happen naturally. After last night's intimacy, he will definitely come here whenever he has the chance. [Smirk] Wife: Not necessarily. Me: I want to hold you. Which of the three men (my first love, my ex-boyfriend, and me) do you think likes you the most? Wife: You, do you even need to ask? Me: And who do you like the most? Wife: You, you don't need to ask me either. Hahaha. Me: Did he answer your question? Wife: No, haha, he's probably sleeping. Me: You've exhausted him. [Smug] Wife: Haha... Anyway, he said he was so tired. Me: Isn't it very fulfilling? Wife: Haha... You said you held me until I fell asleep and held my hand. Are you jealous? Me: As long as you're by my side, I'm not jealous. I feel very secure. But honestly, when you went to be with your first love and left me alone at home, I felt really sad. But then again, I felt that even the sadness was worth it. Wife: I understand. I'm sorry, honey.

Me: I bet he made you feel really good. Just thinking about it makes me so excited, I can't sleep... I'm so sorry!! This is what I wanted, I should thank my wife for this blessing. I really want to sit next to you and hold you. I don't want to go to work...
Wife: It's not that bad, I'm not running away . Me:
I just want to be close to you. Wife: Oh, control yourself. Me: This feeling is like being in love, can you control it? Wife: Sigh, it's always like this . Me: Every time the feelings escalate. Wife: Oh. Me: I feel like our feelings have far surpassed those of a married couple. Wife: What is that? Me: It's like conjoined twins, sharing a heart. When you're happy, I'm happy too. When you're excited, I'm excited too. The blood we bleed is mixed together, we can't tell you apart... Wife: Aren't you being too sentimental? Me: It's like I'd die if we were apart. Wife: Ugh, that's so dangerous, you need to be independent [expression] Me: I'm just telling you my true feelings, that's just how I feel. I feel empty inside when I can't see you, like my blood isn't flowing... Wife: Please restrain yourself, you're at work right now. Me: Ugh, I feel so empty and anxious... Wife: You're doing your work, be good . Me: Of course I'm good. Wife, do you still think I'm a pervert? Wife: Don't be too extreme, or you won't be a pervert. Just let things happen naturally, haha. Me: Am I too extreme? Wife: Not lately . Me: Sometimes I can't control myself. By the way, did you two not use a condom the second time? Will there be any semen residue? Wife: I checked, there shouldn't be any sperm left. I went to the toilet and washed. Me: You mean your first love went to the toilet and washed after the first time he had sex with you? Wife: Yes. Me: Yeah, it's definitely fine . Me: Next time you go, can you bring me along? Wife: Sure. Me: Thank you, wife, otherwise I'll be so lonely. Wife: Provided the kids aren't home. Me: Yeah, then there's still a chance. When the child goes back to their hometown for vacation, or when they go to school, it seems so unlikely... Wife: They'll be starting elementary school soon. Me: Yeah, then I'll just wait patiently. Wife: Really? We just had it last night, it's impossible to have three meals a day. Me: Of course, if you eat hot pot all the time, it loses its charm. Wife: Yeah. Me: Wife... did he answer your question? Comparison with his wife. Wife: No, he's not online . Me: Ugh, I think I want to know the answer even more than you do. Ask again when it's appropriate, okay? But don't ask too aggressively, let him bring up a similar topic first before you ask. I'm really curious. Wife: Yes . Me: Do you want to know? Wife: Yes. Me: Haha, I think you're definitely more comfortable, hahaha. Wife: I still think... Me: Then why do you think I'm more comfortable than him? I feel like he should be more comfortable, after all, hot pot is more precious. Wife: Anyway, it's more comfortable. Me: I just want to know what the difference is? Wife: I feel... is it because you love me? I can feel it deep down. Me: I don't know, but psychologically speaking, someone who isn't easy to get is more likely to move you. I'm the kind that's easily within reach, while he is not. And you liked him too, so it shouldn't be the result you described. Wife: So it's because I don't like him? I don't really like him, I don't feel my heart racing. Wife: Maybe I can't feel his affection, so I don't like him either. Me: That doesn't make sense. If you didn't like him, you wouldn't let him into your body, given your current mindset. Wife: It doesn't matter if it's a third party, just having fun. He seems safer, haha... anyway, it won't be messy. Me: I've been thinking, are there any differences between other men? Wife: If someone doesn't like me, even if I like them, it quickly turns into dislike. There are differences. Me: What differences? Can you describe them? Wife: I already said, physical and psychological feelings. Me: Think carefully, explain in detail, what exactly are the differences? Wife: It's easier to get excited before starting, but after starting, we're not very compatible. I want that moment when my mind and body are focused solely on you, but he doesn't seem to care, so I don't like him. Why don't you sort out your feelings and share them with me, in a more systematic way? Don't worry about me feeling sad; actually, this slightly bitter feeling is also a kind of enjoyment. You can imagine it's like when we were deeply in love, I used to tease other girls, making you feel a little empty inside, sometimes lost and confused. Even though you know I'm yours, you still get jealous. Actually, this feeling is also a kind of enjoyment. Most people don't have the chance to experience this feeling after marriage, but it's truly wonderful. You can imagine your wife saying, "That's what I was thinking, nothing more. I just want him to treat me the way you treat me." Me: "Of course, you hope for more than just him. You definitely hope that many people you like will treat you like I do." That's normal. People always want to be the center of attention, to be cherished by more people, so you feel more important. I'm asking you to sort out your feelings related to sex, not your emotions… Wife: "I'm not exaggerating. I just remember at the time… I didn't feel anything." Me: I think you're not good at summarizing, and you lack the ability to capture subtle feelings. This will cause you to miss out on many wonderful experiences... I'm particularly good at this, and I always savor every moment. Haha, I really enjoy it... Wife: That's right, you didn't tell me to experience it first, so pay attention next time. Besides, I'm not as attentive as you . Me: This isn't about telling you and then you doing it. That will only distract you, and you won't have any fun at all. Wife: Oh. Me: Let's go to work. Wife: Oh. Me: You don't seem to like talking to me about this topic [emoji], you're just afraid I'll feel empty, so you keep me company. Haha. Wife: I don't think I took it to heart . The above is the entire chat about this time having sex with my first love, and the specific psychological reactions are reflected in the text. Although it's very long-winded, it's very valuable to read. I really don't know what to write, so I've rambled on like this. Today is June 19, 2017, and it's been two months since my wife was fucked by my first love for the second time. Some things have happened in these two months. They are listed below: 1. On May 14, 2017, my first love came to our city again and asked my wife out. My wife didn't go. I guess it's because it hasn't been long since the last time, or maybe she felt disappointed because her first love was just about sex, not love...

2. On May 21, 2017, my first love invited my wife out again, but she didn't go because she had her period…
3. On June 4, 2017, at 3:15 PM, my wife left home, preparing to have my first love enter her body for the third time. She returned home around 1 AM and had sex with him twice. The first time was between approximately 4:57 PM (when I lost contact) and 5:47 PM (when I received a "finished" text message from my wife). My first love couldn't hold back and ejaculated before my wife orgasmed. The second time, my wife orgasmed (this time it should have been before 11 PM, because exactly at 11 PM my wife texted, "Honey, we just played another round…")! She said this time it was very passionate, and she was so excited during her orgasm that she didn't let my first love use a condom. Fortunately, he had a high tolerance and didn't ejaculate during her orgasm. After she orgasmed, he used a condom and ejaculated from behind…

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