The Sorrow of a Married Woman 3

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*The following story is purely fictional*
*Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental*
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Alang texted me that we were eating tomato fish.

I felt my heart racing, I could even hear it pounding, and my palms felt cold. Was I not dressed warmly enough? Although it was a little chilly today, the weather was fine, clear blue skies.

At 6 a.m., my wife and I did our morning exercises again. The rhythm was similar to our recent morning exercises: she would crawl into the covers and rub against me, wanting me to undress her, then undress me too, and then climb on top of me, aiming her erection and sitting down, letting out a soft "ah."

Seeing that she was in good spirits today, I started praising and enticing her. Only, I changed the wording, from finding a stud to have sex with her to finding a long, thick one to serve her, letting her move however she wanted.

My wife moved particularly vigorously today, slipping off several times, and then she impatiently aimed and sat down again. I finally said, "It's too short, it can't withstand your shaking like that. Looks like I'll have to find something thick and long to get you really into it." My wife burst out laughing, saying she was dying of laughter, and she was shaking with laughter while clinging to me. I said, "Is it that funny?" She laughed and said, "I really can't stop laughing." The way she laughed was just like when she was a little girl. My wife loves it when I make her laugh; she laughs so hard she's breathless, her chest heaving, making my heart flutter.

I remembered a photo I took of my wife years ago. It was of her with a few close girlfriends at a party; the girls were running forward together, and I captured the moment she leaped into the air. That laugh was so pure, so happy, the kind of joy that could melt your heart.

Alang sent another message, saying, "Sister-in-law is as happy as a little girl today." I said, "As long as she's happy, that's just her personality."

Deep down, I still couldn't quite believe that my wife would agree to have dinner alone with Alang. Even if nothing happened, it already gave me a strange, inexplicable feeling; something I'd fantasized about for years seemed to be coming true.

Alang sent several laughing emojis, saying she was eating fish and it looked good.

I replied with "OK" and told her to take good care of his sister-in-law.

Alang replied with a witty emoji.

This morning, Alang messaged me saying he'd made plans with his sister-in-law to eat fish today, and she agreed. I was a little surprised. It hadn't even been a month since Alang and my wife had met and become friends through my arrangement, and my wife had already agreed to meet him. From the screenshot Alang sent, I saw that my wife said she had something to ask me. Besides being surprised, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Had my wife already seen through my plan—that the so-called chance encounter was just a setup?

After deciding to let Alang add my wife as a friend and chat, I kept discussing with Alang how to get her to add him. Alang wanted me to give him his number directly, but I said that wasn't a good idea. First, I might not be able to add her, and second, even if she did, if I was too explicit, she might block me. Because she had told me she wouldn't do anything with strangers. If things really went well, at least you wouldn't be a "stranger" to her. Alang agreed with me. So I orchestrated a chance encounter.

That day, I went to the 4S dealership for maintenance. I had told my wife a few days in advance that I could take her with me; we could leave the car at the dealership and go shopping at a large mall nearby—it had been a while since I'd been there. My wife was thrilled. After shopping and buying a few small items, we went to the mall for lunch. Just then, Alang called. I made a few casual conversation and said, "What a coincidence! Let's have lunch together." My wife asked who it was, and I said it was a friend I knew from work, who had helped me a bit, and I'd been wanting to treat him to a meal to thank him. He happened to see my post on social media and was in the area, so I thought I'd treat him. I

had originally planned for Alang to choose a restaurant first, but my wife said she was hungry, so we picked one. A few minutes later, Alang arrived and greeted me from afar. He looked refreshed after a haircut. Alang was younger than me, of medium build, and had a kind face. After greeting us, Alang sat down opposite us. We chatted about this and that, and then the food arrived. My wife even served Ah Lang food and soup. Little did she know, this stranger sitting across from her had already seen her photos: casual snapshots, swimsuit photos, lingerie photos, and nude photos. To Ah Lang, this dignified, yet strangely familiar, woman across from him had seen her entire body. I imagined a jarring scene: us all sitting upright, my wife completely naked, serving food to the man across from her, her breasts swaying as she chatted, making him itch with desire. During

the meal, we talked about work, family, and children. Ah Lang, under the pretext of inquiring about extracurricular classes for his child, added my wife as a friend. I told him, "From now on, you can just ask your sister-in-law about these things." After an hour or so of eating, Ah Lang drove us to the car dealership. I must say, Ah Lang is quite the player; his conversation was natural, and he frequently complimented my wife, making her very happy.

That evening, I told Ah Lang, "The mission of adding her as a friend is accomplished; now it's your turn." Ah Lang asked, "Can I just directly flirt with your sister-in-law?" I told him, "You're the experienced one, you handle this." After that, Alang chatted with his wife almost every day, sending me screenshots. He started by praising her youth, figure, and gentleness, then gradually moved to suggestive things, like wanting to kiss and hug her. When these sensitive topics came up, his wife would change the subject or stop talking. But she didn't delete him.

Alang asked me, "You chatted a bit flirtatiously, and your wife reacted badly, but she didn't delete me. Is it because of your pride? Because of this carefully crafted meeting scenario, she can't talk freely." I said, "If she really disliked you or hated talking about these things, she would definitely have deleted and blocked you. As long as she hasn't deleted you, there's still a chance. Besides, if she really rejected you, she wouldn't keep you around just because you're a friend I rarely contact; there's no need."

Alang then asked if his wife had told him about the chat. I said no, she seemed to be in a good mood overall these days.

Alang asked, "What's the psychology behind that? She refuses to talk about those sensitive things with me, but she doesn't delete me, and she doesn't tell you either?" I said, "I don't know. You understand women better than I do; you're an expert on this."

In the days that followed, during sex with my wife, I would still occasionally tease her and watch 3P movies together for fun. But my wife's responses were generally lukewarm; sometimes she would even tell me directly that she didn't like 3P or oral sex. Alang had also tried to probe her, saying that men have a kind of "sex-seeking" mentality, hoping to see their women having sex with other men. My wife directly responded that she didn't accept 3P, repeating it three times for emphasis.

These conversations frustrated Alang, who felt that the "friends' chance encounter" format I had initially designed limited his direct, straightforward style. After chatting for a while, he felt that just talking about things on the edge was like scratching an itch through a boot—it didn't get any real answers and felt very restrictive. He suggested we be more direct and lay our cards on the table. I said, "Laying your cards on the table like that might just kill the conversation; all the groundwork would be wasted. Since she's unwilling to talk about sensitive topics, just talk about things she likes, like food, travel, fun places, etc., just to give her a good impression." It seems I'll have to do the ideological work. Alang said he'd follow his older brother's arrangements. He tried adding his wife using a secondary account, but it didn't accept.

I thought, even just chatting like this is a step forward; if it ends here, so be it. Alang had always told me he wanted to meet his wife and treat us to dinner, so this was a wish fulfilled. Unexpectedly, in less than a month, Alang actually managed to get his wife out; it was quite surprising. Maybe there really is something going on?

Alang didn't send any more messages on my phone. I originally wanted to send a message to my wife, but then I thought better of it and didn't. What will happen next? I became even more anxious. Would my wife question Alang, asking if I had set a trap, and then come back and make a scene? Or, out of revenge after discovering my scheme, would she just go to a hotel with Alang and sleep with him?

Ever since Alan sent me the message, my mind has been racing, like I'm waiting for the results of a crucial exam. And for this exam, I have absolutely no idea what to expect.

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