My Mature Woman Story

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I've been in this circle for so long that I've been completely brainwashed by it. The decision to find a single man for my wife was based on a single sentence she said. We had an argument once, the cause being her past with her ex—it's a long story, so there's not much to say—and she said, "How dare you say that? You only know me because of all the casual sex we did, all those times we had sex. Have I ever held you accountable?" Anyway, that's the gist of it.

Before her, from my school days until after I started working, I frequently had casual sex, and she knew about it. We met because I met an older woman through a casual sex encounter, and that woman introduced her to me. But... It was a thorn in my side. When I met her, she had just lost her virginity a few days prior

, and it was a lingering resentment. This was the catalyst that led me to discover wife-swapping groups. I was constantly bothered by it, so I searched on Baidu for psychologists specializing in this area. I ended up finding several wife-swapping QQ groups and joined one. That's when Pandora's box was opened.

Honestly, if you say you've lost your virginity, not many men care about that now, even those outside this circle. But what's bothering is that when I met her, she was still a virgin, and then, after I finally got her, she'd already lost it. That's just... It's infuriating. I didn't know any of this until almost two years after I started dating her. We were settling down and ready to settle down, so I asked someone to investigate her. This person found out she'd had a boyfriend before, was currently in Beijing, and other information. I didn't think much of it at first. Then, the older woman who introduced us somehow found out I was investigating her. We were planning to get married, and she felt a bit resentful and told me some things.

At the time, I assumed she'd lost her virginity to her ex-boyfriend, so I didn't think much of it. But then that older woman called me, and I felt like the sky was falling. It all collapsed. I drove over 200 kilometers to slap that mature woman twice. She said my wife's virginity wasn't taken by her ex-boyfriend, but by the men she found for her, and twice at that. She said it happened shortly after she introduced her to me, and that she introduced me to me to include me in her list of partners. To be precise, you didn't actually pursue her; you were just her third date. My mind was spinning. Then I went to find that woman, and without saying a word, I slapped her twice and asked her why she did that. Seriously, it was the first and only time I'd ever hit a woman. Don't attack me, you sanctimonious types. Honestly, you weren't driven to that point. I even had a knife with me. I felt like stabbing her. Later, I specifically apologized to her. While I can't say I didn't blame her, it really wasn't her fault; it was my wife who asked her to find him.

It all started because of her ex-boyfriend. He and my wife had been dating for over six years, and he always wanted to sleep with her, but she never agreed. Then, my wife suddenly found out that he had cheated on her for four of those six years. When she confronted him, he brazenly told her, "If you won't let me sleep with you, then I'll just have to sleep with other women." Then this idiot went back to degrading himself. Then, knowing that this older woman was frequently seeing men after her divorce, she asked that woman to find her men.

I was actually introduced to her by that woman . One of her men. When I met her, she hadn't slept with anyone else yet. After we got to know each other, she just told me about her ex-boyfriend and stuff, and then she started crying. I felt so sorry for her, so I stayed with her for a while, taking her everywhere to cheer her up, using up a tank of gas every three days. Then one day, I took her out all day, and around 6 pm I took her to a farmhouse restaurant for a stewed goose. We finished eating around 8 or 9 pm, and on the way back, the car wouldn't start. Honestly, it wasn't intentional. It was

so late in the middle of nowhere, and there wasn't a single passerby. So we pushed the car to the side of the road and walked back. We had no choice but to go home. We spent the night at the farmhouse. She was so tired on the way that she absolutely refused to walk anymore, so I carried her all the way back to the farmhouse. Honestly, if you asked me to walk two or three miles and said you'd give me ten thousand yuan when we got there, I'd rather die than believe you. But I actually walked two miles, then carried her for another mile back to the farmhouse. When I saw the farmhouse gate, I almost collapsed. Finally, we arrived! I was so happy and told her we were there, but she didn't answer. I turned around and saw her crying, sobbing uncontrollably. The

rest of the night is history.

The next day, I found a mechanic to take her back... She went there, and then she wouldn't answer my calls... Anyone else experienced this? She wouldn't reply to my hugs or QQ messages; she just vanished into thin air. I searched the whole world for her. The other woman was terrified and joined the search, but we couldn't find her. We even called the police, and her parents joined the search. Then I received a text message—I forget the exact words, but it said she was fine and safe, and we shouldn't look for her anymore. At the time, I didn't know anything about it; I just thought she hadn't moved on from that relationship and was hiding. But I was also afraid she might do something stupid, so I searched for her even more frantically. I couldn't find her. I didn't go home for over a week.

I was still living with my parents then; our house was over 100 kilometers from hers. I stayed in their county town for over a week. Her parents were terrified, afraid something had happened to her. I searched for a week, calling her countless times, but her phone was always off. The only thing I knew was that her father received a text message every day from her reassuring him that she was safe. The gist of it was that she begged her parents to stop looking, that everything was fine, and that she just wanted to hide for a few days.

Later, we met up and discussed it, saying that this girl probably really wasn't in any trouble and was just hiding. If she had been thinking about this for over a week, she would have already given up. Although there was a lot of self-comfort involved, it was still true. We agreed that everyone should go to work and let her dad look for her himself, but I was still worried, so I told her dad that I would go with him to look for her again the next day. We searched for another three days. I say search, but we had searched all the places we were supposed to. We were basically just driving around the streets. On the third night, after searching all day without any results, I took her dad home. I didn't want to go back to the hotel, so I grabbed a bottle of beer and sat by the river drinking alone.

Then, halfway through my drink, I was leaning against a tree looking across the river when suddenly someone came up beside me and sat down next to me, hugging their legs. I was startled and turned around. I was like, "Fuck you!" My anger flared up instantly. Seriously, the anger I'd been suppressing for over a week just exploded. Later I found out she lived diagonally opposite the hotel I was staying at. Seriously, when you can't find someone, you don't think about anything else, you're just worried—afraid they might do something rash, afraid something bad might happen to them. But once you see them, you can't suppress your anger. I just lost it. I stood up and yelled at her, "Are you sick? Are you seriously ill? Do you know the whole world is looking for you? Are you still a child? How old are you to keep disappearing like this? Do you know how worried your parents are?" She just sat there hugging her legs, looking at me without answering. After I finished venting, she asked, "And what about you?" I was completely dumbfounded. I said, "What about me?"

She didn't ask any further questions, but instead asked why I was looking for her. I said, "Tell me why I'm looking for you. I'm afraid you're dead, afraid you, you idiot, will die out there. Is it worth it for a scumbag like you? I've been with you for so long, my car's practically smoking from exhaustion. What have I gained? You just left without a word. Have I been with a dog all this time?" Seriously, you shouldn't yell when you're extremely angry. If you yell, the emotions you just suppressed will explode again instantly. She just quietly hugged her knees and watched me yell and scream like a madwoman until I finished. Then she asked if I was done being angry, patted the ground next to her, and told me to sit down. I said, "I'm not sitting. I can calm down by standing." Anyway, I only vaguely remember the content of the conversation. In short, she said she wasn't hiding because of that jerk. I asked her why, but she wouldn't say. I wasn't thinking much about it in my anger. After I calmed down, I remembered to call her dad. Her dad wanted to pick her up, but I told him I was with me and I would take her home later.

Because of the ten days or so we had spent together, I had been very attentive, and her dad trusted me completely. Then I took her home, but she absolutely refused. She then dragged me towards the hotel where I was staying. And then the story... well, not suitable for children, I'll omit a thousand... no, ten thousand words... Anyway, she wouldn't say anything when I asked her anything, not even where she had been these past few days. If I pressed her, she would kiss me, and if I pressed her further, she would get under the covers and give me oral sex. Basically, she meant that her mouth was busy and she didn't have time to pay attention to me. Then she still refused to take me home. Finally, I had no choice but to call her dad and say that she still didn't want to go home. I said I had booked a room for her next to mine so she could rest for the night, and I promised to take her home safely the next day.

You know, what could I say in this situation? I couldn't exactly say, "Your daughter doesn't want to go home, so I'll sleep with her tonight." That phone call was incredibly awkward. Then I turned off the lights, got ready to sleep, and after lying there for a while, she suddenly called my name. Then she said to me, "You're a good person, a good man." Of course, my heart skipped a beat. What kind of crazy move was this? Thinking back carefully, damn, I did put in a lot of effort, and you even had an orgasm, so there's nothing wrong with that… Anyway, my inner monologue went on and on, finally turning into, "What does that mean? What the hell? This is just not how it's going to happen." She said it didn't mean anything, just a sentimental remark, and told me to go to sleep. Then she snuggled into my arms and slept like a log, leaving me to spend the whole night agonizing over what she really meant

until I woke up the next day and slapped my thigh. Damn, I was so hasty. There was a text message on my phone and a note on the bedside table with the same message: "I'm home. Forget about me. Don't worry."

I was absolutely furious! Damn it, did she think I was a gigolo? She slept with me twice, and both times she just vanished without a trace. So pathetic! But then I remembered she disappeared again after the first time, and my heart skipped a beat. Damn it, I promised her dad I'd get her home safely the next morning! She wasn't going to disappear again, was she? Forget my anger, I called her dad to ask if she was home yet. He said no. I thought, "Oh no, this brat tricked me again!" I was frantic. Her dad was panicking too. I told him not to worry, I'd come pick her up. I threw on my clothes and ran, belting my pants as I ran. When I got to the parking lot, I couldn't open the car door. I reached into my pocket, and the more I panicked, the more confused I became. I'd left my car keys upstairs! I rushed back to get them. I ran downstairs again, but before I even got there, I got a call from her dad. He said she was home, she'd just arrived.

At that moment, I felt a sense of relief. I'd run up and down the stairs several times, panting. I opened the car door and sat down, but the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Sitting in the car, the angrier I became. No, I had to go find her and vent my anger. But then I thought, forget it, what if I vent my anger here and then she disappears again? That would be terrible. I found a bar to drink in, but after wandering around for ages, damn it, I was so angry I was stunned. Which bar was open this early? I wandered around again, but the food stalls and barbecue places weren't open. Only a few breakfast shops were open this early. After wandering around for a while, I realized there wasn't even a place to drink. I found a supermarket, bought a pitcher of beer, and decided, "Okay, the usual spot, I'll head to the river." Early in the morning, a young man in his early twenties, sitting alone by the river, drinking beer, was being ignored by the elderly people exercising. At that point, I didn't care about anything else. I was just feeling frustrated, and nothing—nothing—could help me; all I wanted was to drink. Early in the morning, I went to the riverbank, had some drinks, sat there for an hour or two, and the river breeze felt wonderful. But by noon, when I got back, I started to feel unwell. I just felt uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me: "Heh heh, I can't go to your house to catch you, so how about I trick you into coming to me?" Pretending to be sick was too low-class, so I went to the bathroom, flushed for half an hour. I was already feeling unwell from the river breeze all morning, and now that was perfect. I called the front desk and asked them to bring me a thermometer. Then I took my temperature—good heavens! 37.2 degrees Celsius. That wasn't even enough to elicit sympathy, and I definitely felt unwell. A fever and cold were inevitable, but I didn't want to wait any longer. I took the thermometer, turned it upside down, and shook it until it reached 38.789 degrees Celsius. Then, you know how it is, mercury is really hard to photograph. I went through so much trouble to take a picture, ready to send it to her, thinking that by the time she arrived, her fever would have subsided and she would be feeling much better, because she could clearly feel the discomfort.

Then, I opened QQ—back then, WeChat wasn't widely used—found her on QQ, sent her the picture, and a message popped up: "Sorry, you're not friends yet." I was completely dumbfounded. I went through all that trouble to make myself sick, only to be told we're not friends anymore? Are you kidding me? Then I went to Hugs and posted a status update, knowing she'd see it if she opened Hugs, but I waited a whole day and night and nothing happened. And that afternoon, I was really doomed. I felt awful, and the worst part was that I kept waiting and nothing happened. My heart sank. I waited until after 1 PM the next day, and I was about to give up when she suddenly called me, asking what was wrong. Suppressing my excitement, I said, "Didn't you say we weren't going to contact each other anymore? Why are you calling?" She told me to stop talking nonsense, that she saw my post, and asked what happened. I said I wasn't dead, but I saw the note she left me this morning, and I was heartbroken and jumped into the river. Anyway, she stopped disappearing and stopped being unreachable. She would answer my calls and reply to my messages, but I pursued her relentlessly for months and she just wouldn't agree to be with me.

Then, around that time, I got into some trouble and was investigated. It was mainly because my friend got arrested for some things, although it wasn't really related to me, but it was all sorts of messy stuff. I was out of contact with her for over ten days. After cleaning up the mess, I didn't dare turn on my phone for about half a month. Even though she wouldn't agree to be with me, I would still message her every morning and evening, no matter how busy I was. She was really worried when she didn't receive my message for over half an hour.

Later, my friend heard I was in trouble and started asking around for my whereabouts. I was hiding from the police, so how could they find me? Actually, it wasn't a big deal; I just helped him contact a few clients, hid for a while, got someone to clean up the mess, and went home. Then I called her and explained, and she kept asking where I was. I said I was in the office, and then she hung up. About ten minutes later, she arrived. Then when we met, she hugged me and cried, sobbing uncontrollably. I said, "Why are you crying? Everything's alright now. It wasn't a big deal. The police have sorted things out, the fine has been paid, and I'm back." But she wouldn't listen to anything I said, she just kept crying.

Then, what else? We hugged and kissed. As we kissed, things got heated, and then I suggested going to a hotel. She pointed to the sofa, probably because she couldn't wait. My office, though called an office, was really just a place I'd set aside for friends or clients to have tea. Usually, nobody came, so I just locked the door and let them come. But as soon as I took off my pants, I had a jolt. I said, "I've slept with you twice, and you dumped me both times. Are you going to mysteriously disappear again this time?" She laughed when she heard that, hugged my neck, and shook her head. After we were done, I said, "How about I take a nap?" She looked confused. I said, "I need to take a nap to give you a chance to escape. Isn't that what happened before? I wake up and you're gone." She shook her head and said she wouldn't run away. The rest of the story is not worth mentioning. I called her dad and said, "I've won over your daughter. Tell her to pack up and come live with us." Her dad already knew I was pursuing her. He had told me some things when I visited him during holidays. Anyway, there wasn't much to say. After that, it was just some everyday stuff.

Then, after we'd been together for almost two years, when we were preparing for our wedding, all those past events suddenly surfaced. I was her third man, and her fourth was the single man I found for her. We never slept together, and I later figured out that the reason she kept refusing was mainly because she regretted the foolish things she did impulsively for a jerk. She felt unclean, and the fact that she slept with me twice and then ran away twice was basically just her way of settling scores with me, wanting to be even and never contact me again.

The cuckoldry story originated from that past that came to light two years ago. But when I found out she was still a virgin when I met her, I realized she not only degraded herself for a jerk, but more importantly, I felt incredibly disgusted. Why couldn't she wait for me? It was just a few days! That feeling... those who haven't experienced it can't understand.

Actually, during the time I truly entered her life, including when I took her all over the world with me, spending three days on a tank of gas and helping her clear her mind, she had already regretted it. This is what she told me later. During that period, she would go back to her dorm almost every day and cry under the covers. The better I treated her every day, the more she wanted to cry. Many times she impulsively confessed everything to me, but she couldn't bear to. Many times she wanted to keep it a secret and just stay with me, but she felt guilty. So during that time, she was very conflicted. Every night, her heart ached terribly. Sometimes she hated herself so much that she wanted to slap herself. So in the end, she chose to give up. After sleeping with me at the farmhouse, she wanted to break up with me completely. But she didn't expect me to go crazy and search for her all over the world.

I liked her the moment I saw her. To be honest, I slept with quite a few women before her, and she knew all that, but very few of them truly moved me. She was one, but it was just a fleeting attraction. Then, during that time, I spent every day with her, listening to her stories about her ex-boyfriend, watching her wipe away tears after only a few words—it was both foolish and heartbreaking. Actually, thinking about it, how many people haven't done foolish or wrong things when they were young? As long as your heart isn't bad, nothing is unforgivable. The real danger is a corrupted heart; then a person is ruined.

Our story is limited, that's all for today

. [The End]

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