This is a repost; it's very well written and relatable to me.

I'll tell you my story with my wife, slowly.
I've read articles on some traditional websites about men's reactions to their wives' infidelity, and they're all indignant.

But that's not what I want to talk about today. Instead, I want to discuss a completely opposite attitude: on some adult websites, there are many articles about men describing their wives' extramarital affairs, often portrayed in a beautiful and romantic way, as if it were something wonderful.

I can't completely deny the authenticity of these articles, but there's too much fiction involved. Some of these articles are simply fabrications by unmarried men. Because one thing I'm certain of: no man feels excited upon first hearing the news of his wife's infidelity.

Any man, even if he has a mistress or a group of lovers, will only feel anger and humiliation if he learns of it without sufficient psychological preparation.

Whether he accepts or even supports his wife's infidelity later is a matter for the future, and the transition from initial anger to acceptance usually involves a long and agonizing process.

I'm a man married for over ten years. Like many men, I love my wife dearly. However, I can't resist the allure of the outside world and often have affairs—to clarify, I never visit prostitutes. It's not that I look down on prostitutes, I just feel they're too dirty.

Due to my work, I frequently come into contact with some very outstanding women. All men have this flaw: even if you let them marry a beauty like Diao Chan, they'll eventually get tired of her. Therefore, men neglect their wives and set their sights on women other than their wives,

creating many lonely women in the world. Actually, it's an interesting vicious cycle: men neglect their wives and focus their attention on other men's wives. As a result, their own wives also become targets for other men's advances. To some extent, to put it nicely, it's called karma;

to put it bluntly, it's called retribution. At this point, I need to clarify that what I'm describing isn't a love story.

I'm simply trying to honestly share some of my experiences and emotional journey as a man married for nearly twelve years, hoping to offer some inspiration, reflection, or lessons to others who, like me, have been trapped in the "walled city" of marriage. Family is always a man's final haven, and his wife is always the closest and most cherished woman in his life.

Arguments aren't scary, estrangement isn't scary, and infidelity isn't scary either, as long as you have the courage to face them head-on. Experiencing setbacks is okay; experiences are actually a form of wealth. Some setbacks or hardships might even benefit you for life. As men, we have an undeniable responsibility to cherish the woman who accompanies us through life.

Not long after graduating from university, I met my wife. She worked at a bank, just an ordinary teller at the time, a graduate of a bank-affiliated vocational school. She already had a boyfriend of one year, a senior from her class. He was ambitious and, after working for a few years, took the entrance exam for a full-time vocational college, returning to school, which allowed me to steal him away.

My wife is a year younger than me, slender and tall, sexy and charming, with bright, innocent eyes. During that time, I felt like I was living in a honey pot, even waking up smiling from my dreams. During our courtship, I repeatedly tried to seduce her, but my wife always refused. Young people in their early twenties today might not understand this, but over a decade ago, sex was a serious topic.

Therefore, I didn't truly possess her until our wedding night. Gazing at the radiant, peach-blossom-like virgin blood on the white sheets, my wife seemed more precious than a pure angel to me. Actually, I've never been particularly obsessed with virginity. Moreover, premarital sex wasn't very common back then, so everything felt perfectly natural to me.

Like all newlyweds, we didn't miss any opportunity to be intimate. We'd make love two or three times a night, and sometimes even during the day at home, a single glance could ignite a spark, and we'd immediately undress and roll around naked together.

During that time, I was severely exhausted, yet still full of energy. The most outrageous time was when, after our passion, I fell asleep on top of her without getting off immediately. She didn't want to move, so I slept on top of her for over five hours—even now, recalling that, I feel like I owe my wife a lifetime of unrequited love.

A year later, we had a child, a lovely daughter. After having a child, most of my energy shifted to her. The passion between us gradually faded.

During this period, I had an affair with my college classmate. This story isn't unusual; the probability of infidelity between classmates is the highest.

I went to her city on a business trip, and we drank a lot together. Then she came to my hotel, and we chatted for a while, but there wasn't much substance to it—just idle talk about college life. Suddenly, there was an awkward silence, and we just stared at each other.

I don't know who made the first move, but we suddenly hugged each other, kissed passionately, caressed each other, and finally rolled onto the bed. The moment I entered her body, my wife's lovely face flashed through my mind.

This thought instantly killed my interest, and I went limp after only a few thrusts. My mind went blank. My classmate, unaware of the reason, kindly comforted me, saying I might not have rested well from being away from home.

I lay on the bed, numbly holding her, feeling like a beast, even imagining myself kneeling before my wife begging for forgiveness.

Later, my female classmate knelt between my legs, gently caressing me with her mouth. My wife had never liked giving me oral sex, and the few times she did, it was always reluctant.

Therefore, my female classmate's stimulation unleashed my primal instincts, and I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, this time having a thoroughly enjoyable time. Looking at my female classmate's face, contorted with excitement beneath me, I experienced a completely new kind of pleasure.

After this incident, I felt ashamed for a while. Out of a desire to atone, I often took the initiative to do housework and was extra considerate to my wife for a period of time.

However, old habits die hard, and before long, I started having inappropriate thoughts again. In the following years, I had numerous affairs with other women, and my neglect of my wife worsened.

Men who have been married for a long time know that a wife's intuition about her husband is often very accurate. It's just that men generally overestimate their intelligence, always thinking their lies are flawless. In reality, a wife doesn't need evidence to judge her husband's behavior, because they are born with the most lethal weapon: intuition.

A few years later, my career progressed smoothly, and I was promoted to head of an important department. Moreover, I had a steady mistress, a charming and alluring woman. I reveled in this double life, neglecting my wife even more.

By this time, we had sent our child to my parents' house, both to alleviate their loneliness and to allow us to relive the romance of our time together. However, although the child was gone, the passion between us seemed to have vanished forever. And frankly, my main energy was focused on my mistress.

My wife was essentially dispensable in my eyes, and we made love less and less often. My wife is a reserved woman; when she has sexual desire, she only hints at it with body language. However, I increasingly pretended not to notice her hints. Subconsciously, I thought that my wife belonged to me anyway, so I didn't need to pay much attention to her, while my lover needed to be pampered.

Until that incident happened…

About eight years ago, on a Sunday, I woke up early as usual. My wife was still sleeping in bed. After I finished washing up, I went back to the bedroom and glanced at her; she was still asleep.

I said, "I'll go buy breakfast."

Then I walked across the living room to the door, put on my shoes, and opened the door.

Just then, I suddenly needed to use the bathroom, so I closed the door behind me. Our bathroom is right next to the bedroom door, so I turned around and went in.

Sitting on the toilet, I picked up a magazine and started reading. One article caught my eye, and I calmly continued reading.

Just then, I heard my wife walking around the living room in slippers. I assumed she needed to use the bathroom, so I mischievously stayed seated.

To my surprise, I heard the sound of a phone dialing in the living room, on speakerphone. Our phone is in the corner of the living room, not far from the bathroom, so I heard it very clearly.

The call connected, and a man answered. What my wife said next struck me like a thunderbolt: "Honey, are you up?"

The man replied, "I've been up for ages, honey. Why are you calling from the home phone? Isn't your husband home?"

My wife said, "He went out to buy breakfast."

The man asked, "What time will you be here?"

My wife said, "I don't know, I'm waiting for him to go out and play mahjong." (On weekends, I rarely spend time with my wife; I'm usually out with friends.)

The man said, "No rush, I'll wait for you. What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it." My wife said in an unusually gentle voice, "No need, honey, I'll buy it and bring it over. It's on my way. That's all for now. I have to go now; my husband should be back soon."

—The call ended.

At that moment, I was stunned in the bathroom, my vision blurred, and I was trembling with rage. My instincts told me to rush out immediately, but reason told me to stay calm.

A strange voice kept asking in my ear: How could this happen? How could this happen… Later, every time I recalled that scene, I felt extremely frightened: if my wife had gone into the bathroom after hanging up the phone, the situation would have been uncontrollable. Moreover, my wife would suspect me of being a shameless eavesdropper and spy. For her, being exposed would lead to a psychological breakdown.

Fortunately, after hanging up the phone that day, my wife went back to bed.

I, however, was stuck in the bathroom, unsure whether to go in or out.

My reason kept reminding me to control myself, to absolutely control myself.

I desperately needed to find a place to sort out my thoughts, because I had to face reality.

So I left the bathroom as quietly as possible, deliberately opening and closing the bedroom door loudly, making it seem like I had just returned from outside.

Then, in a very calm voice, I called out to the bedroom, "Honey, breakfast is sold out. I couldn't get any. Get up and cook some porridge yourself later. I have something to do and I'll be back in a bit." My wife, pretending to have just woken up, said from the bedroom, "Ugh, so annoying! It's the weekend, can't I even sleep in?"

I didn't say anything, turned around, and left the house.

The neighborhood was quiet on the weekend; a few elderly people were practicing Tai Chi in the distance. The weather was sunny, but I felt the sky was black.

Walking alone in the neighborhood, I felt completely empty, as if I were walking on cotton. Occasionally, I'd run into acquaintances who greeted me, and I'd just nod blankly. I sat down on a stone bench in a corner of the neighborhood. The bench was chillingly cold on this early summer morning, but I couldn't feel it anymore. At that moment, only one question kept popping into my head: What should I do?

Perhaps it was related to the coldness of the bench, because soon I felt myself trembling. But my mind slowly calmed down, and I began to consider the following questions:

First, what should I do? Expose it? Expose it easily; even if my wife denies it, a check of the phone records at the telecommunications company would reveal who the man was. But what good would that do? The only result would be a complete falling out, shattering the last vestiges of affection. My once deeply loved one would become a stranger, or even an enemy.

Second, should I pretend I know nothing and slowly figure out a way? But the thought of my beloved wife naked and entangled with another man made my head spin. Thinking about it, I even had murderous urges.

After the stone bench was littered with my cigarette butts, I began to fully sober up.

I started recalling the women I had been involved with over the years. Most of them had lovely children, warm homes, and husbands who deeply loved them.

So, when I was in bed with them, why did I never think about their husbands' feelings? The ancients said, "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you." I asked myself, each of those women was a good woman; they were all qualified mothers and virtuous wives.

On another level, while I had no intention of defiling them when I was in bed with them, I still loved my own wife. Similarly, when they were in bed with me, they still loved their own husbands. Even if the passion between them had faded, the blood ties between them and their husbands were irreplaceable.

So, for me, could any other woman in this world replace my wife? The answer is no. Although my wife had definitely cheated on me—that was beyond doubt—compared to my absurdity, what did her behavior amount to?

So, the most important thing I should do, and the only thing I can do right now, is to make amends, not to cause further damage. Otherwise, the harm will be permanent.

Thinking about the date my wife mentioned on the phone earlier, I felt a wave of dizziness. So I quickly made two decisions: first, pretend I know nothing; second, I must stop this date; I can't let her go any further.

With that in mind, I ran to the flower shop across the street and bought my wife a bouquet of pink roses.

This was only the second time I'd bought her flowers; the first time was before we got married when I was courting her. Years had passed in the blink of an eye, and it all felt like a lifetime ago.

When I got home with the flowers, my wife had already finished washing up and was cooking in the kitchen. Looking at the flowers in my hand, she was surprised and asked, "Didn't you send them out? Your lover isn't home?"

—I don't even remember when we started talking to each other in this sarcastic tone.

A wave of sadness washed over me. I went to my wife, hugged her tightly, and buried my face in her chest.

My wife noticed my unusual behavior and asked, "What's wrong?"

By then, tears were streaming down my face. I tried to hide it, saying, "Nothing, I just saw an elderly couple walking together, supporting each other, and it suddenly made me think about how difficult life really is..." It was the first time my wife had seen me cry like this, and she seemed a little lost. She patted my shoulder and said, "Don't think about that, honey. Go watch some TV, breakfast will be ready soon."

At breakfast, I had no appetite at all, just staring blankly at my wife.

Once again, my wife was bewildered and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you come back looking like a delicate flower after just one morning's walk?"

I didn't answer, only reaching out to gently stroke her face.

After breakfast, I sat casually on the sofa watching TV, observing what my wife would do next.

A little while later, my wife asked me, "Aren't you going out today?"

I said, "Nowhere, I'm staying home with my wife."

Then, my heart pounding, I asked back, "Is something wrong?" My wife hesitated for a moment and said, "Something came up at work... but it's not urgent, we can take care of it on Monday." I said, "Then stay home, or I can go shopping with you..." Around noon, I excused myself to buy cigarettes and went out. I thought, perhaps my wife needs an opportunity and time to make a phone call...

That weekend, my wife didn't go to her date. In the afternoon, I took her to KFC. Before this, I had always hated junk food, but to make her happy, I pretended to like it and went with her.

Afterwards, I couldn't resist secretly checking her phone bill. I didn't find any clues, but that didn't prove anything—because back then, cell phones were rare, and even a basic pager with Chinese display cost over two thousand yuan. I also couldn't check my wife's pager.

All I could do was go home on time every day, spend as much time as possible with my wife, and give her more care and attention. While doing these things, I endured indescribable torment. Scenes of her having sex with another man kept flashing through my mind, and I often dreamed about them, each scene as if it were happening right before my eyes.

I made excuses to go to her office several times (by this time, she had been promoted to a minor department head), but there were five people in her office, and I couldn't confirm if that man was one of them.

Actually, who this person was didn't matter at all; it was just that the curiosity, anger, and humiliation surging within me kept overwhelming me.

All I could do was fulfill my responsibilities, or rather, make up for what I hadn't done well before. For my wife, this was a form of compensation, but for me, it was a deserved punishment.

The initiative had been handed over to my wife. During that time, I basically cut off contact with my lover. When facing her, I felt no interest whatsoever, and there was a vague resentment, as if she was the cause of it all.

During that period, whenever I had sex with my wife, I often felt an inexplicable urge, as if I were competing with someone.

At the time, I hadn't read any rational articles about dating or group sex; besides, even if I had, I couldn't accept those seemingly unconventional methods.

I only occasionally searched online for some psychological counseling articles about my wife's infidelity. Later, I found that reading many of the so-called experts' pretentious writings only made me more depressed; it was better not to read them at all.

Some say time is the best healer, and that's very true. After my persistent efforts, my wife finally started communicating with me more often, and we rediscovered the feeling we had back then.

We both enjoy drinking beer. Once, we drank ten bottles of beer at home, still not satisfied, so we went out for barbecue late at night, drinking and chatting about everything under the sun, including our children and our future plans.

However, I always adhered to one principle: I never mentioned her infidelity. Several times, she clearly intended to confess, but I pretended not to care and deflected the question. Looking back now,

I realize it was because I was cowardly; I couldn't resolve this inner conflict myself. So I chose to avoid the topic, trying to forget it and leave the problem to time. Seeking common ground while respecting differences is definitely a good approach. After weathering this storm, our relationship underwent a qualitative change: beyond being husband and wife, we were more like close friends. Harmony increased, arguments decreased, and our hearts drew closer.

And many times, I even felt a deep, heartfelt love for her, like she were my own daughter.

After some time, when I felt the time was right, I confessed to her about my first affair with a female classmate, and other experiences (God forgive my reservations, because I had gone too far and I was afraid she couldn't accept it. Also, I felt that if I showed her all these wounds without reservation, given that I already knew my mistakes, she might not be able to handle the heavy psychological impact. In a way, this might be a kind of white lie, because there's a premise: I truly realized my mistakes). Actually, she already knew many of my things before I confessed, but she didn't expose me for the sake of her family and children.

She also voluntarily told me about her only extramarital affair. She spoke calmly, and I listened calmly: it turned out the man was a major client of their bank, a very considerate man with a happy family. During the time I neglected my wife, he got closer to her.

According to my wife, during her relationship with that man, she was constantly tormented by emotions and conscience. She initially accepted him largely out of revenge against me, and secondarily out of emotional and physical desire. But after the affair, she discovered things were far more complex.

The affair stemmed from her husband's betrayal, and afterwards, she felt a pang of self-reproach—a painful self-inflicted wound. After that unfortunate Sunday, my wife ecstatically accepted my change, and things underwent a qualitative shift: since then, she sensed I might know something, but I never brought up these sensitive matters, for which she was extremely grateful.

Furthermore, my constant care and consideration for her led her to voluntarily end her ambiguous relationship with that man, transforming them from lovers into normal, ordinary friends. Later, I also became friends with that man—but that's another story.

In retrospect, through the process of saving our marriage and love, I also saved both her and me.

As time passed, our lives seemed to return to normal. For the next two or three years, I didn't touch any woman other than my wife; the lesson from before was too profound.

However, there was a very troubling problem: that scene from years ago hadn't faded with time; instead, it had become clearer. This inner turmoil continued to plague me. Many couples, in the heat of the moment, like to say inappropriate things—this is a normal behavior that can increase excitement and pleasure.

Later, I often asked my wife this when she was close to orgasm: "Was it as comfortable with your lover as it was with me?"

At first, my wife, still somewhat dazed, remained wary and said, "No, he's not as good as you." While thrusting vigorously, I gritted my teeth and said, "Tomorrow I'll get a hundred men to tie you up and play with you!"

My wife was completely overwhelmed, repeatedly cheering, and finally, we both reached orgasm simultaneously.

Later, I frequently changed my tactics. For example, when my wife was excited, I would mention her favorite male celebrity:

"Honey, you're having sex with Chow Yun-fat right now."

She would nod excitedly, and then I would ask, "Want to do it with other men?" She would obediently answer, "Yes, but my husband is still the best..."

So, sometimes I would pretend to be her boss, sometimes her classmate, and sometimes even a stranger.

Every time I did this, the quality of our sex was surprisingly good. But when the passion faded, if I asked her, "What did you just say?"

she would definitely deny it outright: "I didn't say anything, you're such a pervert." Sometimes I would think to myself that I might actually be a bit of a pervert. But if this perversion could bring harmonious marital happiness, then it couldn't be considered perverted.

Although I knew the result was good, at the time I couldn't explain why it was good, or what made it good. And, deep down, I still had an unresolved knot in my heart—I still felt that I was a bit of a pervert.

To clarify: I had told my wife all these doubts without reservation, without any concealment.

My wife, however, was dismissive of this, always saying, "I think you're just bored and your mind is full of nonsense. You're torturing yourself."

It wasn't until a few years ago that I started reading articles about multiple partners or partner swapping, and combined that with my own experiences, I began to rationally analyze myself. And ultimately, it was the respected Sister Li Yinhe who helped me resolve my inner conflict.

After reading extensively her articles on sociology and ethics, my inner conflict was completely resolved. At the very least, I know: I am a normal person.

I don't know if this is human nature, or perhaps I am someone with this nature and potential.

Before continuing, I'd like to briefly mention Li Yinhe.

I don't know how many people have actually read Ms. Li Yinhe's writings. Currently, there's a constant barrage of criticism against her online. I've read many articles criticizing her, most of which focus on her role in disrupting marriages or family stability.

Everyone portrays themselves as pure and noble Confucian gentlemen, praising the beauty of marriage while completely rejecting Li Yinhe and her professional views from a moral standpoint.

Many believe that both men and women should be faithful to their spouses and remain faithful until death.

—Here I declare that I completely agree with this view.

However, reality often differs from ideals.

Humans are complex, and this complexity stems from the complexity of human nature. Human nature isn't entirely good; evil exists, and there are many indistinct elements somewhere between good and evil.

For example, I don't consider myself a bad person, but is it really that easy to distinguish between good and bad?

When I betrayed my wife, to her, I was an absolute villain. But faced with the reality that I had become a villain, did my wife kill me? Or resolutely abandon the marriage?

Was it a rational attempt to salvage the relationship, or a complete rejection?

I think every wise person wouldn't choose to throw the baby out with the bathwater. I've always been very confused by a crucial point held by those who vehemently criticize Li Yinhe: they believe that having an extramarital affair is normal, as long as one is careful and doesn't let their spouse find out—it's a kind of benevolent deception.

The time finally came, but I hadn't anticipated it.

One August, my wife and I agreed to take our annual leave together and go on a tour.

Before we got married, we often dreamed of traveling together to the rainforests of Xishuangbanna or the vast grasslands of Inner Mongolia. We often imagined the romance of the ancient Loulan Kingdom and the pristine beauty of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Many years have passed since our marriage, and the constraints of work and life have kept our travel plans on hold.

This time, we finally made up our minds to leave behind all the seemingly endless琐事 (trivial matters) and relax for half a month. We researched our travel route for a long time, ultimately abandoning our previous long-desired destinations because of the limited time. We finally signed up for a tour group with China Railway Travel Service, starting from Zhangjiajie, Hunan, and continuing to Guangzhou and Shenzhen. Our main destination was Zhangjiajie.

Most of the people in the tour group were couples or partners, and there were also families of three traveling together. There was only one lone traveler—a tall, handsome young man in his twenties studying at a university in Guangzhou. Let's call him Xiao C. He was traveling to school during the two weeks before the semester started. C is very outgoing, sunny, and cheerful. He was in the next berth with my wife and me on the train and quickly became friends with us. His youthful way of thinking and carefree style often made my wife and me laugh out loud, making us feel like we were back in our carefree student days.

In the days that followed, he became our little helper. Whether we were shopping or in scenic spots, my wife and I traveled light—food and other necessities were all stuffed into his backpack. Even when shopping on the street, my wife would confidently shove the bags into his hands and command, "Carry them obediently."

He would obediently take them, but deliberately make a miserable face, saying, "Oh my god, why is my life so miserable?"

I told him, "You should secretly be happy. This is giving you a free lesson, letting you know how troublesome women can be, so you won't be caught off guard in the future."

Some men may just be born knowing how to get along with women. This little boy was one of those people. He often used seemingly mischievous behaviors to evoke his wife's tenderness. For example, while walking down the street, he suddenly stopped in front of a food stall and pleaded with my wife, "Sister, have pity on me, I'm starving!" My wife and I had no choice but to sit there with him, watching him devour those inexplicable snacks that neither of us were interested in. My wife, chin in hand, watched him with a beaming smile, as if he were her own brother or child.

In Zhangjiajie, while hiking, my wife's new hiking shoes rubbed her heels raw, causing her to limp and suffer greatly without any spare shoes. We had brought band-aids, but they were in Xiao C's backpack, and Xiao C wasn't with the group. We didn't know where he'd gone off to. My wife, furious, sat on the ground cursing,

"That damned thing! He left without a word! He even left my bag behind!" I was at a loss, and could only comfort her, saying, "If it's really necessary, you can wear my shoes, and I'll walk barefoot."

My wife said, "Fine, just bear with it. If you walk barefoot on this mountain path, I'll have to find someone to carry you down the mountain later."

Just as we were both frowning in worry, we saw Little C running up the mountain from the bottom, panting and covered in sweat. Before he could say anything, my wife started cursing at him, "You rascal, where have you been? Hurry up and give me my bag!"

Little C grinned without saying a word, and in the blink of an eye, as if by magic, he pulled a pair of shoes out of his bag. They were just ordinary rubber-soled cloth shoes, ugly in appearance, but very comfortable to wear. My wife and I were both very surprised and asked in unison, "Did you run down to buy shoes?"

You know, that's a round trip of nearly four or five kilometers. Little C chuckled and said, "It's nothing, I'm an athlete, this little distance is nothing. I can cover it in the blink of an eye." He then handed his shoes to his wife, saying, "Sis, change into these quickly."

This gesture moved my wife and me so much we didn't know what to say. After changing her shoes, my wife's discomfort completely disappeared. I said to Little C, "Give me your backpack quickly, you can rest for a bit." Little C casually replied, "Brother, do you really look down on me? This little distance is nothing." Along the way, we took many photos together, but hadn't taken a group photo yet. During a rest break halfway up the mountain, Little C pulled out his camera and handed it to me. I said, "Why don't you take a picture with your sister?" My wife happily ran to his side and naturally hugged his neck. Through the lens, I noticed Little C's face suddenly flushed red with embarrassment. After taking the picture, I teased Xiao C, saying, "You'd better be careful, don't let your girlfriend see this photo, or you're dead meat."

Xiao C had calmed down by then and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Who can stop me from taking a picture with my older sister?" That night, back at the hotel, after showering, my wife lay on the bed, and I massaged her. My wife sighed and said,

"Xiao C is such a good boy, I wonder which lucky girl will marry him." I said, "What? Getting a little craving? Should we go after him?" My wife slapped me and said, "Don't be so shameless, you're ruining a young man." I said, "What young man? If he hadn't gone to graduate school, he would be working by now. When I was his age, you would have already dragged me down with you."

During the subsequent sex, I asked my wife again, "Honey, really, do you really like him? If you do, I'll help you arrange it."

My wife thought for a moment and said, "I can't say it out loud. People will think I'm a lovesick fool, it'll be so embarrassing." I said, "You don't need to worry about that. I'll arrange it for you, everything will fall into place naturally." The next afternoon, we were back on the train heading to our next stop, Guiyang. Little C was still all smiles. In contrast, my wife was much quieter, probably because of our conversation the night before. My wife was lying on her bunk quietly reading a magazine, but every time Little C made a noise in the opposite bunk, she would immediately steal a glance, clearly harboring something. In the middle, while Little C was wandering around other carriages, I jumped down from the middle bunk and sat next to my wife, whispering in her ear, "What were you thinking about just now?" My wife pretended to be clueless and said, "What was I thinking about? I was reading."

I said, "Don't lie to me, let me check."

I then put my hand into my wife's pants, and she hit me with the magazine, saying, "Stop it, there are so many people on the train, what are you doing?"

Looking at my wife's face, she was already extremely embarrassed.

The train arrived in Guiyang in the morning. The itinerary was tight; we'd spend a day in Guiyang before heading to Guangzhou that evening. I'm very familiar with Guiyang, having been there several times for business. So, when the train arrived, I said to my wife and Xiao C, "You two go with the tour group. I don't want to get off. I've been so tired these past few days; a day of rest is perfect." Xiao C readily agreed, "Don't worry about my sister; I'm a natural protector."

My wife said somewhat awkwardly, "Since we're here, let's go sightseeing together." I winked at her secretly, "I've been here often; there's nothing much to do. You two go ahead." There were two reasons I didn't want to get off. First, I really didn't want to revisit a place I was already very familiar with. Second, and most importantly, I wanted to give them some time alone.

I watched from the train window as my wife and Xiao C walked side-by-side on the platform, Xiao C gesturing and talking to my wife. My heart was calm and sweet, without a trace of jealousy. It felt like a father watching his grown-up daughter happily go on a date with her lover. This feeling is very natural when you consider your wife's happiness and joy the most important thing in your life. Of course, there's an even more important reason for this mindset: complete confidence in myself, my wife, and our marriage.

In the afternoon, the two of them returned to the bus with the tour group. It was clear they had a great time, bringing me back a lot of food. The three of us sat around the tea table to eat dinner. Little C sat opposite me, recounting the day's events and some interesting anecdotes, including witnessing the police arrest a drug dealer on the street.

My wife sat next to me, not in a hurry to eat, but simply holding my arm and resting her head on my shoulder. I could feel her loving gaze fixed on Little C. Little C, on the other hand, remained carefree and cheerful.

The train journey ahead was long. Because our tour train was a temporary operation, there was no fixed schedule, and sometimes it would stop for several hours at a small, well-known station. When we were bored, the three of us played cards to pass the time. By this time, Xiao C had become like family to us, constantly calling us "brother," "big sister," and "beautiful lady," which often made my wife laugh uncontrollably.

The train finally arrived in Guangzhou on a sunny morning, as planned. Xiao C proudly told us, "This is my second hometown. We don't need a tour guide here; I'm the excellent one."

At this time of year, most of southern China is hot, and Guangzhou was no exception, although the mornings were pleasant. After getting off the train with the tour group, we went to the accommodations arranged by the travel agency—a very nice three-star hotel. After settling in, the three of us broke away from the group and went out to explore on our own. Xiao C, with his experience, said, "Most of the tourist spots arranged by the tour group are shopping destinations; they're not fun."

So, led by Xiao C, we happily wandered around aimlessly. In the middle of the evening, I took a moment to say to my wife,

"I'm going to a classmate's house tonight, so it's up to you now."

My wife feigned surprise and reluctance, saying, "Are you serious? Are you crazy?" I patted her cheek and said, "Don't be nervous, just do what you want. If you don't feel comfortable, stop. Just go with the flow." My wife blushed and said, "We'll see."

Around 4 PM, we got tired of walking and decided to go back to the hotel. After eating at the restaurant on the first floor, I returned to our room and called my university classmate who lived in Guangzhou. Hearing my voice, he thought I was at home. I said, "Hey kid, I'm in Guangzhou." He excitedly exclaimed on the other end of the phone, "Oh my god, sir, where are you? I'll come pick you up right away!"

So, we agreed to meet near my hotel an hour later.

At this point, my wife was so nervous she was fidgeting. She kept asking me, "Can you stop messing around?" I hugged her and said, "Honey, really, don't be nervous. If you feel awkward or unhappy, just don't do anything. I'll tell him to come over and keep you company in a bit, but I won't give him any real instructions to avoid embarrassment. The rest is up to you two. I'll be back tomorrow morning." Before leaving, my wife hugged me from behind, pulling me along towards the door, muttering:

"Honey, don't go anymore, let's stop playing, okay?"

Reaching the door, I turned back, hugged her, and gently kissed her. "Don't be afraid, honey will always be there for you. Like I said, if you're unhappy, don't force yourself. My phone's always on; you can call me anytime."

After saying that, I left the room and went to Xiao C's place. Xiao C was fiddling with the TV. I told him, "I'm going to meet an old classmate I haven't seen in years tonight. When you're free, go keep your sister company so she doesn't get bored. Also, don't forget to massage her shoulders; they always hurt when she walks too much." Xiao C said, "Hey, is it a female classmate?"

I kicked him. "Kid

, don't ask questions like that." Then I left the hotel.

My classmate from Guangzhou, we were roommates in college. She's from a small city in the north. She hooked up with a well-connected girl from Guangzhou during college, and after graduation, we were both assigned to Guangzhou. Since graduation, we haven't seen each other, but we've kept in touch by phone. When we met, this guy, with the typical hearty and straightforward manner of a northern man, ran over to me shouting and hugged me tightly, spinning me around a few times.

He asked me, "Are you in Guangzhou on business or personal?"

I didn't mention that I was traveling with my wife, otherwise he would definitely have invited her. I said, "Just some business, but it's all done. I was planning to go back tonight, but I wanted to see you, so I changed my plans to leave tomorrow. You have to take me in tonight, otherwise I'll be homeless."

My classmate said, "No problem, I can give you my whole house to live in." I said, "It would be best if you left your wife too."

My classmate punched me hard and said, "Still the same shameless face you had back then." Sitting in the car, I asked my classmate, "Where are we going now?"

My classmate said, "Nowhere, just home. I called your aunt, she and the housekeeper are preparing dinner at home."

-- Haha, he called his wife my aunt. We've been making this kind of joke since we were in school. Back in our university days, dating was a secretive thing, something we could only do in the dorm. Every time he brought his girlfriend back to the dorm, he would say, "Kids, your aunt is here, get out of here!" So, everyone would curse under their breath and reluctantly leave the dorm.

That evening, we drank over a pound of strong liquor, reminiscing about our student days while sighing and discussing our work frustrations, occasionally cursing, "Fuck it all..." It seems people are never truly satisfied. Take my classmate, for example; if he hadn't hooked up with someone powerful, he might still be a lowly township official in some unknown town, or worse, eating chalk dust in some cramped school. Looking at him now, his career is thriving, his father-in-law, though retired, has already arranged everything for him, and he even has a maid who silently endures their exploitation.

After drinking a certain amount of alcohol, we started drinking tea, chatting about everything under the sun, the conversation seemingly endless. At one point, I missed my wife and called her. I asked, "How are you?" She didn't answer directly, only saying, "Honey, drink less, and come home early tomorrow." I said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Cheer up, I love you." My classmate thought I was calling home and tried to grab my phone, saying, "Let me say a few words to my nephew's wife."

I quickly hung up.

My classmate scoffed, "Damn, your kid's all grown up, what are you pretending to be young for? 'I love you,' how cheesy."

I spat at him and said, "You don't know anything."

That night, my classmate and I chatted until after 1 a.m. His wife came into the living room twice, mockingly saying, "Hmm, not bad, finally found someone to brag to. You two better not stop." My classmate said, "Damn, I haven't been this happy in years."

The next morning, my classmate thought I was really leaving Guangzhou and insisted on taking me to the airport. I said,

"You don't need to worry about me. I'll just wander around and buy some things for my wife and kids. The airport bus is convenient; I can leave anytime."

So, my classmate went to work, and we parted ways. I took a taxi back to the hotel. On the way, I called my wife to tell her I was back.

I opened the room door with my key card and went inside. My wife hadn't gotten up yet, lying on her side with a towel covering her face inwards. I knew she was pretending to be asleep. I went over and lay down beside her, patting her gently. "Did you have a long night? You must be exhausted."

My wife turned and hugged me, burying her face in my chest, playfully punching me with her little fists, repeatedly saying, "You're so naughty, so naughty, so naughty..."

I turned her face towards me, yanked off the towel covering her, and said, "I need to check my baby to see if any parts are missing."

My wife laughed, got up, and ran into the bathroom. While she was showering, I glanced around the room; both beds were a mess. It seemed they had a very passionate night.

Perhaps because I had drunk too much last night, my head was still slightly dizzy, and I couldn't make sense of it all. I randomly turned on the TV and randomly picked a channel. A little while later, my wife came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, jumped onto the bed, and hugged me. I asked her, "Honey, did you have fun last night?" My wife thought for a moment and said, "Honey, you won't blame me, will you?"

I hugged her and said, "Of course not, silly girl."

My wife said, "He was really amazing. He basically kept me going all night, doing it five times. I felt like we were back in the early days of our marriage. My back is still sore." I said, "Let's not go out today. You should rest for a day." My wife looked into my eyes and said from the bottom of her heart, "Honey, thank you for everything." I asked her, "When did he leave?"

My wife said, "He went back around 5 a.m., afraid you would come back and see him. Before he left, he kept asking me, 'Am I being too unfair to my brother?'" I asked my wife, "You didn't tell him that I agreed to this, did you?"

My wife said, "How could I tell him? Besides, he wouldn't believe me anyway, and it might even scare him."

So, I hugged my wife and slept until a little after 11 a.m. We got up, washed our faces, and went out for lunch together. We knocked on Xiao C's door, but there was no response after a while. Thinking he wasn't in the room, my wife and I were about to turn away when the door opened. Xiao C stood there with red eyes, clearly still half asleep. He looked at me, startled. Afraid of embarrassing him, I didn't look directly at him. As I walked into the room, I teased him, "Kid, what mischief did you get up to last night? You're so sleepy!"

Xiao C stammered, unsure what to say. My wife quickly chimed in, saying, "Hurry up and wash your face, let's go downstairs for lunch."

Xiao C seemed to have received a pardon, agreeing and then quickly running into the bathroom. My wife nudged me and whispered, "You're so naughty."

At the lunch table, Xiao C's expression was very unnatural, his eyes constantly darting away from me. Seeing this, I got mischievous again and said to him, "Kid, judging from my old-timer's perspective, you must have done something bad last night. Are you going to confess willingly, or wait for me to interrogate you?" Little C chuckled awkwardly and didn't say anything. My wife tried to smooth things over, saying, "Don't mind your brother, just eat."

I continued, "Hmm, I'll remind the others later if anyone's lost their wallets. I bet you were a pickpocket last night."

This made both my wife and Little C laugh. The atmosphere returned to normal. After lunch, because it was too hot, none of the three of us wanted to go out, so we went back to our room to play cards. The afternoon passed in this cheerful atmosphere.

We stayed another night in Guangzhou. The travel agency's plan was to take the Guangzhou-Shenzhen high-speed train to Shenzhen the next day. The tourist train we had taken here was waiting for us in Guangzhou. That night, as we were going to bed, my wife told me in detail what had happened: Shortly after I left, Little C came to our room. At first, they chatted, and then the two of them played cards for a while. Later, Xiao C said, "My older brother told me to massage your shoulders before he left." So, his wife obediently lay down on the bed, and Xiao C began massaging her shoulders and legs. The atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous, and his wife asked Xiao C, "What kind of girlfriend do you want in the future?" Xiao C said, "I have a girlfriend now, but I just can't seem to find the right feeling, and it's unlikely we'll end up together after graduation."

His wife asked, "What kind do you want?"

Xiao C said, "I wish I could meet someone like you, sister." His wife said, "Don't worry about that. You're very cute and excellent. You'll definitely meet a girl who's much better than you, sister. I'm too old for that."

—A normal man in this situation would definitely know what to do next, and so, everything happened naturally…

The next day, on the streets of Shenzhen, his wife, as if deliberately being mischievous, clung to Xiao C's arm, and Xiao C looked at me nervously. That scene reminded me of the big bad wolf hugging the little white rabbit—except, the big bad wolf wasn't him, but his wife. I deliberately said to my wife, "You're just tormenting children." My wife proudly replied, "I'd love to. He's my brother; nobody can stop him." After a day in Shenzhen, we returned to Guangzhou and took an overnight train back. Little C went straight back to school. When we parted, my wife cried her eyes out, making Little C tear up too. We gave him both our phone numbers and told him to contact us anytime if he needed anything. His home is very close to our city, so we told him he could visit during his holidays, and we'd be his tour guide.

On the train back, my wife sat alone on her berth, lost in thought. After a long while, she said to me, "Honey, everything that happened seems like a dream now."

I said, "A nightmare or a beautiful dream?"

My wife said, "I can't quite explain it, but it definitely wasn't a nightmare." I thought for a moment and said, "Isn't life itself a kind of dream? Like the story of Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly: being a butterfly is a human's dream, but who can say for sure that being a human is also just a butterfly's dream?" My wife didn't speak, just silently leaned against me. I patted my wife's shoulder and said, "Honey, I know you miss him. It's okay, there will be many more opportunities to see each other in the future." My wife said, "Actually, I don't really miss him as a person, but I've been thinking about what happened these past few days. Even if we see each other again, who knows if I'll still feel this way?" I said, "Don't worry, respond to things as they come, let them go as they go. Take it one step at a time, don't worry, I'm here for you." After returning home and resting for two days, we spent those two days together in our own little world. After this trip, I found that my wife was even more dependent on me. As soon as I left her side for a while, she would immediately call out, "Honey, what are you doing?"

Two days later, we went back to work, and life returned to normal.

In the following days, Xiao C kept in touch with his wife. We often exchanged text messages, some sweet and some flirtatious. When my wife and I were home, we left our phones lying around, but I never looked through hers, and she had no reason to look through mine. Sometimes, while showing me the text messages from C expressing his longing for her, my wife would ask me worriedly, "Do you think we're ruining this kid?"

I would say, "Don't worry about that. It's normal for him to be passionate. However, you need to guide him properly and not let him get too deeply involved, otherwise you'll really hurt him."

When they were on the phone, if I happened to be home, my wife would sometimes say to him, "Your brother's home, why don't you talk to him for a bit?"

On the phone, C would still be in a cheerful tone, saying, "Hey bro, you didn't bully my sister, did you?" I would say, "How could I? Do you think your sister is someone to be trifled with? It's good enough that she didn't bully me." Then I would hear him chuckle foolishly on the other end of the line. Occasionally, my wife would misbehave. In front of me, she'd wink and say on the phone, "Your brother's not home, tell me quickly, have you missed me?"

Then she'd make kissing sounds into the phone. I imagine C was going crazy with excitement on the other end.

A few months passed, and C was about to start his winter break. One day, my wife came home from work and said, "Honey, C texted me saying he's transferring here and wants to see me alone, but he doesn't want you to know. What should I do? Should

I refuse him?"

I told her, "It's okay, it's all up to you. If you miss him, stay overnight, but don't go to a hotel, it's not safe. Let's go home. I'm going to my parents' house, which will be good for spending time with our daughter. You can tell C I'm on a business trip."

My wife immediately jumped up and down excitedly, hugging my neck. Then, feigning seriousness, she said, "You old geezer, look how much you spoil me!"

I retorted, "Of course! You're my only wife, who else would I spoil?" C arrived in our city that morning, on a weekend. Since his wife had told him beforehand that he wasn't home, he called her from the train around 5 a.m. I lay drowsily beside her, listening to their intimate conversation on the phone. I reached out and touched her private parts; they were already overflowing with desire. I crawled between her legs, parted them, and caressed her with my tongue.

She was excited but had to speak in a normal tone, her legs alternately hooking around mine. After a while, I moved behind her, supporting my erect penis, and gently entered her from behind, slowly thrusting in and out, careful not to rush so C wouldn't hear her panting. She put the phone to her ear and buried it under her head, her hand gripping my arm tightly. Perhaps due to the excitement, I soon ejaculated.

C's train arrived at 7 a.m., and his wife promised to pick him up. I drove her to the station, bought her a platform ticket, and explained some safety details. (Actually, there's not much to explain. My wife has an IUD, and with a sunny guy like C, there's no need to worry about health issues. They didn't use a condom the first time.)

I helped my wife plan everything: after picking C up, they'd have a simple breakfast at a small restaurant, then go grocery shopping and go home. If C hadn't rested well on the way, he could sleep at home, then they'd cook together and enjoy a nice day together. He'd stay at my house that night, and I'd put him on the train home the next morning.

Watching my wife walk into the station, looking back several times, I turned and went back to my parents' house. My daughter was still angry when she saw me. Usually, she lives with her grandparents, partly because she's used to living with them since childhood, and partly because it's close to her school. So, she can only come back to my wife and me on weekends. But this weekend, I didn't let her come home, which made her very angry. I said to my daughter,

"Sweetie, don't be angry. Mommy has something to do, Daddy will stay with you. Where do you want to go today? I'll do whatever you want." My daughter's anger turned to joy, and she started making specific requests. Actually, children's requests are very simple; they're nothing more than KFC, McDonald's, and maybe a trip to the amusement park to play those games that seem to never get old.

Sitting on a park bench, I sipped my drink and watched my daughter laughing happily on the carousel. I started thinking about these two most important women in my life. My daughter, with me by her side, was very happy at this moment; my wife, with my arrangements, was equally happy at this moment. Children have their way of playing, and adults have theirs. In a way, aren't all loving couples, in each other's eyes, just like children?

I'm not saying this to imply that we're using Xiao C as a tool. From the beginning until now, my wife and I have treated Xiao C with great respect. Of course, this respect is based on mutual respect. The reason we withheld part of the truth from Xiao C wasn't out of deception, but entirely out of goodwill. He might not yet understand or accept this unconventional approach. I think that perhaps one day in the future, after ensuring he fully understands, we will tell him the truth.

Around noon, my wife called and asked, "What are you doing right now?" I said, "With a woman."

My wife said, "Are you tired of living?"

I said, "Are you even reasonable? You can set the whole mountain on fire, but I can't even light a candle?" My wife said, "Seriously, don't just think about yourself, take your daughter out to play sometime." I said, "Pah, you still remember your daughter? Don't worry, I'm taking her to the amusement park." My wife said, "You old geezer, you call such a little child a 'woman,' you're worse than an animal."

I said, "Stop joking, how's it going between you two?"

My wife said, "He's sleeping, he's exhausted from a day and night train ride." I said, "It's not just because of the train ride, you two haven't done anything else." "What do you think?" my wife retorted.

I said, "They're definitely burning with desire and can't wait."

My wife deliberately teased me, "You know that, why are you still asking? You're obviously an idiot."

I said to my wife seriously, "I'm not arguing with you anymore. If you two are bored at home, you can take him for a walk in the street, but remember, whatever you do, don't walk arm in arm in our neighborhood, or we're both doomed."

My wife said, "I know what to do. You're even more nagging than my dad." I said, "That's really true. I am your spiritual father." My wife said, "Honey, I miss you. What should I do?"

I said, "You're never satisfied, are you? You're always eating what's in your bowl while eyeing what's in the pot, eating from the pot while thinking about what's in your bowl."

My wife said, "It's not my fault, it's all because you spoil him..."

That evening, I returned to my parents' house. Shortly after dinner, my daughter, exhausted from a long day, went to bed early. I chatted with my parents for a while. Then I went to the balcony and called home, but no one answered. I called my wife's cell phone; it was very noisy on the other end. Apparently, my wife and Xiao C were out having barbecue, and I could clearly sense she had been drinking. My wife, being cunning, didn't forget to feign concern in front of Xiao C, asking me, "Honey, are you coming home on time tomorrow?" I whispered, "What do you mean? Haven't you had enough fun yet?" My wife said, "I miss you, so come home soon."

I said, "Don't stay out too late, come home early." My wife readily agreed.

The next day at noon, I reluctantly said goodbye to my daughter and returned home. The house was spotless. My wife was watching TV on the sofa. When she saw me come in, she rushed over and hugged me, saying, "Let me check if my husband is missing any parts."

I swept her into my arms, walked over, and tossed her onto the sofa, saying, "You've got it backwards. I should be checking if you're missing any parts."

My wife mischievously said, "It's impossible for me to be missing any parts. Maybe there's even an extra one." I said, "Don't scare me. If you're really pregnant, you'll be the one suffering." After saying that, I sat on the sofa, pinched my wife's nose, and said, "Tell me what naughty things you did yesterday."

My wife said, "Don't even mention it. From the moment we got off the train, Little C started getting restless, and I couldn't stop him..." Apparently, after my wife picked Little C up from the train, she suggested going to have breakfast, but Little C said he had already eaten in the dining car, so the two went straight home. They started kissing and caressing passionately without even washing their faces. At my wife's insistence, they took a quick shower, and before they were even dry, they made love in the bathroom.

Then, back in bed, they did it a second time. Afterwards, the two of them lay chatting, and before they knew it, Xiao C fell asleep. During this time, my wife called me. Xiao C didn't wake up until almost dark, and the two of them went to a barbecue restaurant, ate barbecue, and drank a lot of alcohol. Back home, it was basically another sleepless night.

Speaking of which, my wife went to the computer desk, took out a CD, and said to me mysteriously, "Want to watch it?"

I asked in surprise, "You recorded it?"

My wife said, "Yes, I recorded part of it tonight, but let's make it clear first, you can't laugh at me after watching it." I said, "What did Xiao C say when you recorded this?"

My wife said, "He was very worried that you would find out, and he kept reminding me before he left. I told him not to worry, I would hide it well."

I took the CD, turned on the computer, and inserted the CD. Scenes that made my blood boil appeared. This feeling was incomparable to any pornographic film, because the female lead in it was my beloved. Just then, my wife quietly came over, knelt between my legs, and unzipped my pants. I stopped her, saying, "Don't be naughty, I haven't washed yet."

She replied, "I don't care, I don't mind."

Then, resolutely, she took my penis into her mouth… Soon after, the intense stimulation caused me to ejaculate in her mouth.

Afterwards, lying in bed, my wife nestled against me like a little bird. Perhaps because she was too tired from the previous night, she soon fell into a deep sleep. Looking at my wife's unguarded, quiet face, a wave of tenderness rose from the bottom of my heart. At that moment, I truly felt: the woman in my arms was a part of me.

Life as described in words is a condensation of life, but real life is much more mundane than what is condensed into words.

This incident passed, and my life with my wife returned to its usual smooth, uneventful routine.

One day after work, as I entered the house, I saw my wife's shoes placed at the door, knowing that she had returned before me. However, there was no sign of cooking in the house. I called out, "Honey, what are you busy with?" My wife's voice came from the study, sounding a little flustered. "Nothing much, just looking up some information on the computer."

I went into the study, and my wife was frantically closing a webpage. I said, "You naughty thing, what are you looking up about anti-pornography stuff?"

My wife covered up, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just looking up something I need for work." I went to the computer, and the disc containing the romantic moments between her and Xiao C had clearly been moved. I reached for the disc and asked my wife, "Is this your job?" My wife blushed and ran out of the room, leaving behind the words, "I'm not talking to you anymore, you boring old man..." I sat down at the computer, opened IE, and checked the history. Some sensitive words popped up: 3P, couples having sex...

My wife ran to the kitchen to cook. I followed her in, hugged her from behind, and asked, "Honey, are you thinking about C again?"

My wife struggled and said, "No way, he's only been gone a few days and I'm already missing him." I said, "If you're not missing him, why are you watching a disc?"

My wife said, "No, I'm just looking for other discs..." "I moved the disk to a different location," I said to my wife. "You silly girl, remember next time: after logging into sensitive websites, don't forget to clear your browser history. It doesn't matter at home, but you must remember when using the work computer." My words startled my wife, who asked, "How did you know I logged into sensitive websites?" I said, "Don't you know there's a history section in IE?" Hearing this, my wife quickly pulled my hand and led me to the study, anxiously saying, "Tell me quickly, how do I check?"

Back at the computer, I opened the history, and all the websites she had just browsed were clearly displayed. My wife blushed deeply with embarrassment. I asked, "Did you log onto those websites using the work computer?" My wife said, "No, absolutely not. The work computer is always for work." I said, "Then it's alright, honey, don't worry."

My wife was still a little shaken and said, "Looks like I'll have to find a computer training class tomorrow to learn properly. I still don't know what that history button does. It's really scary." I said, "Hehe, when you were having your computer training at work, you skipped it to take our daughter shopping. Now you know you were wrong, right?"

That evening, sitting on the sofa watching TV, I suddenly remembered the websites she had visited during the day, so I asked her:

"Why did you suddenly start looking up articles about threesomes?"

My wife said, "Nothing, just browsing."

I asked, "You've been thinking about it?"

My wife flatly denied it, then snuggled closer to me and said, "Lately, I've been having this thought a lot about finding you another woman, and I feel like I'm doing you a disservice."

I put an arm around her and said, "Honey, there's nothing to be ashamed of. My foolish ways are over. You need to get rid of this idea. I'm not interested in any of your young people's tricks." My wife said, "How about we seduce one of your female classmates sometime?" I said, "Don't be so immoral. Stop eyeing respectable women." My wife retorted, "Hmph, respectable women, otherwise would they be ruining my husband?" I said... "Don't be disgusting. Your husband is a pure young girl, and you're talking about 'ruining' him? If anyone heard that, they'd laugh their heads off."

My wife said, "Of course, in my eyes, my husband is a pure young girl." I pushed her away and said, "You naughty thing, are you trying to be gay? You want a beating?" My wife then came closer with a grin, "Dad, I just feel sorry for you." I said, "Good girl, don't be naughty. Don't overthink things. I'll tell you when I really meet a woman I like."

Hearing me say that, my wife started being unreasonable again: "You old bastard, you're not allowed to like anyone else!" I said, "Look, look, it's you to the left and you to the right. In your eyes, I'm like a turtle on a chopping board, I'll die whether I stick my head out or not."

My wife chuckled, "Just kidding, don't take it seriously, you little rascal." Lying in bed, I slowly pondered these things. I realized that things were steadily improving, much better than I had initially anticipated. At least, my wife's happiness was genuine now. She went to and from work cheerfully every day, spent her free time studying fashion magazines and researching clothing styles, and wasn't as easily exasperated with our daughter as before. Seeing these subtle changes in my wife

, I felt I had achieved my goal.

Summer was approaching, and the weather was gradually becoming warmer. One evening, after dinner, my wife and I sat on a bench in the community's recreational garden, watching couples strolling around, and a few children playing together in the distance. I said to my wife, "Honey, what do you think people around us would think if they knew about us?"

She thought for a moment and said, "I can't imagine, it's terrifying. I bet many women, while secretly envying me, would still verbally call me shameless, and many men would laugh at me for being a slut. In the end, we'd be drowned in spittle."

I said, "When facing reality, I often feel disoriented, like I'm in the Two-Faced Kingdom of 'Flowers in the Mirror'."

My wife said, "Perhaps our behavior really is too unconventional. Let alone others not accepting it, even a few years ago, if I heard about this, I wouldn't have been able to accept it, let alone imagine it happening to me." I said, "Forget it, let's not think about it so much. Simplicity is happiness, and happiness is simplicity. As long as we're happy, who cares what others think? I'll spoil you like this for the rest of my life, no matter what." Sometimes, I really don't understand those who condemn us. Their behavior is very similar to bringing someone else's coffin into their own home to cry over. For example, there are often people who criticize others' lifestyles, even though those people haven't harmed or bothered them. It's like you're sitting at home when a stranger suddenly bursts in, angrily pointing his finger at you and saying, "Your posture is bad! You need to sit more properly, or I can't stand it!"

Time really flies. In two more months, we'll have known Xiao C for a year. Many things have happened in this year, enough to make us re-examine our lives, leading to a deeper understanding and appreciation of life, family, and love. After

this semester, Xiao C will finish his student life and enter the workforce. My wife and I had asked him about his plans after graduation, and he had always nonchalantly replied, "I haven't thought about it yet, I'll see." A couple of days ago, he texted my wife saying he planned to come to our city after graduation. This idea of his worried me a lot, not so much about anything else, but mainly because I was afraid he would become too deeply attached to his wife and end up hurting himself. If that happened, my wife and I would be committing a terrible sin.

One evening, I called him again to ask about his plans after graduation. Xiao C said, "It's basically settled now. I'm going back to XX City (note: the city where my family lives)." I asked him, "Why did you decide to go here?"

Xiao C said, "I originally planned to go to Beijing or Shanghai, but it's too far from my parents, and they strongly disagreed. Besides, it's not easy to establish yourself in such a big city, so I finally decided to go back to XX City, which is not far from home." Then, Xiao C said with a grin, "Isn't this great? I'm close to my older siblings, and I can see you all anytime."

Xiao C's explanation eased my tension considerably.

One evening near the end of June, while having dinner with my wife at home, she said to me, "Xiao C texted me today saying that because this is his last summer vacation, he's not planning to go home yet. He wants to go directly to Mount Emei for a few days before coming back."

I said, "Oh, that's normal. After starting work, there's not much free time." My wife didn't say anything more.

After dinner, my wife was alone in front of the computer, usually playing Go or cards in the game room at this time, or occasionally watching a movie. When I went to the study to find a book, I found my wife browsing a website about tourist attractions, specifically Mount Emei. I joked, "What are you doing? Want to go to Mount Emei too?"

My wife replied, "Hehe, just browsing."

That night, before going to bed, my wife nestled in my arms and suddenly asked me, "Dad, if I wanted to go to Mount Emei, wouldn't you be angry?"

I didn't react immediately. "Go to Mount Emei? I've been so busy lately, I don't have time to go with you."

My wife stammered, "Then, I'll go by myself."

That's when I realized what she meant, and I grabbed her ear. "Huh? You little rascal, you're getting out of hand, aren't you? You want to fly away with your lover and wander the world? Are you trying to drive me crazy?" My wife seemed a little nervous and quickly said, "I was just saying, you old third wheel, why are you so anxious?"

I thought for a moment and said to her, "Don't be nervous, it's not that I don't want you to go. I don't worry about you, I'm worried about him. After all, he's still young. If you let him get too deeply involved, it would ruin him."

My wife said, "Okay, okay, that shows you're rational. I'll listen to you and not go, okay?" My wife quickly fell asleep, but I kept thinking about it. It wasn't that I didn't want my wife to go with him alone; on the contrary, I felt that if I let her go, it would show that I was being selfish. After all, Xiao C isn't a true adult yet. Society and life are still a blank slate for him. In the future, he will have his own lover and family. If this incident casts a bad shadow on him, the harm could be unexpected.

The next morning, looking at the sunlight streaming in through the window, I suddenly regretted it. To be honest, I haven't reached a state of complete selflessness yet. I need more time to consider this. Thinking back, I felt a chill. Luckily, I didn't let the ambiguous atmosphere cloud my judgment and hastily agree to my wife's request last night.

For the next few days, my wife didn't mention it again, and neither did I. However, a nagging urge still lingered within me, and I almost agreed to her request many times. One evening, I casually asked my wife, "Do you really want to go to Mount Emei?"

Without hesitation, she replied decisively, "I really don't want to anymore. I just mentioned it casually that day, don't take it to heart."

I said, "Actually, I don't know what I'm thinking. From your perspective, I really want you to go, but this matter makes me very uneasy. To be honest, I still can't bear to leave you." My wife leaned in and hugged my arm, saying, "Honey, I understand. I went too far. Please don't take it to heart, or I'll feel terrible."

I kissed my wife: "Sweetie, don't blame me."

My wife playfully pinched my nose: "Alright, what's there to explain? I know it's because you care about me. I've said it many times, I went too far."

I stared blankly at the white wall opposite me, hesitant to speak. After a long while, my wife leaned on my shoulder and said softly, "Honey, have I been too demanding?"

I hugged her. "Don't talk nonsense, it's not that serious."

That night, lying in bed, I couldn't sleep again. Re-examining my wife's desire to travel alone with her lover, the more I thought about it, the colder I felt. I kept asking myself: Have I really spoiled my wife too much?

The situation has developed as follows: First step: My wife only had a crush on C, but with my encouragement and planning, they had a physical relationship. At this point, my wife's attitude was either rejection or half-hearted acceptance. Second step: I voluntarily left home, leaving the entire house to my wife and her lover, which my wife gladly accepted. Third step: When I was home, I also gave my wife opportunities to secretly have sex with me, even though I knew about it. At this point, my wife was overjoyed.

So what's happening now? My wife has actually suggested a solo trip with her lover, the intensity of which is escalating. How is this any different from drug addiction? What will be the outcome if this continues? Will there be a result or no result? After experiencing increasingly intense stimulation, will she be able to return to her original, ordinary life?

I believe that when someone loves their partner to a certain degree, they can enter a state of complete selflessness. That's how I feel about my wife. I think, at least in China today, there aren't many men who can spoil their wives like I do. However, although I'm certain I won't lose my wife, and although I'm certain this family won't be destroyed, if my actions result in her sinking deeper and deeper like a drug addict, wouldn't that not only harm her but also myself?

It's already early July, and Xiao C's graduation date is getting closer. My wife seems to have forgotten about the trip to Mount Emei and hasn't mentioned it again, but my anxiety is growing increasingly severe.

One evening, I ate a quick dinner outside and returned to my apartment complex. Sitting alone on a garden chair, lost in thought, I noticed Liu Fugui lying nearby. In an instant, I felt a deep sense of affection for him. I slowly walked over (afraid he would run away), knelt beside him, and gently stroked him, saying, "Liu Fugui, I miss your best friend so much. Do you miss her?"

Liu Fugui sensed my kindness and gently wagged his tail. I picked him up and took him home. I boiled water to give Liu Fugui a bath and then dried him with a hairdryer. Afterward, I sat on the sofa reading, and Liu Fugui obediently lay at my feet, glancing at me every now and then. I called my wife: "Honey, don't worry about playing outside, I have someone to keep me company now."

My wife was startled: "Don't do anything reckless, you might catch a disease."

I said, "Don't worry, our relationship is completely innocent."

My wife said, "Don't lie to me, I don't believe you would bring another woman home." I said, "Who said a woman? I'm talking about Liu Fugui."

My wife finally laughed happily on the phone.

From then on, Liu Fugui spent more and more time at my house, rarely staying out overnight. I still don't know who its owner is; perhaps my wife and I are its true owners.

Now, my wife is giving Liu Fugui a bath. I'm just sitting here alone, lost in thought, wondering what to do next.

After a while, my wife finished bathing Liu Fugui, opened the door, and let Liu Fugui go out and run around (in this season, I guess dogs are also in love, often staying out all night). I was half-reclined on the sofa, watching my wife walk around the house in my oversized shirt. I called to her, "Honey, come talk to me for a bit." She obediently came over, wrapped her arms around my neck, and asked, "Old man, are you trying to lecture me again?" I sat up straight and said, "Sweetie, no nonsense, I'm talking to you about something serious." My wife nodded, "Okay, go ahead."

Looking at her smooth skin peeking out from under the shirt collar, I knew she was naked underneath, which stirred a primal urge within me. —When it's just the two of us at home, my wife often wears my cotton shirts as pajamas. I don't know if you've ever noticed a scene in Western movies: women often wear their husbands' oversized shirts at home, looking incredibly sexy. My wife has always had this hobby; often after showering, she just casually throws one of my cotton shirts on.

I stood up, scooped my wife into my arms, and carried her to the bedroom. In my arms, she cried out in an exaggerated

, low voice, "Help! There's a pervert..."

I placed her on the bed, quickly took off my clothes, and lay down, gently holding her in my arms. She kissed me while reaching her hand towards my groin. I stroked her ear and said, "Baby, don't be naughty yet. I need to talk to you about something serious."

My wife obediently stopped what she was doing and looked at me. I said, "Baby, I've been thinking about this for days. Why don't you go to Mount Emei?" My

wife immediately became wary and said, "No, no, I can't bear to leave you alone at home... unless you come with me."

I said, "I mean it. I've been thinking about this for days. Letting you go makes me uncomfortable; not letting you go makes me even more uncomfortable. Between two evils, choose the lesser. You should go." My wife covered my mouth with her hand and said, "Honey, please don't say that. I really won't go. I know you've been thinking about this for days, but I haven't been able to explain it to you. It's my fault; I shouldn't have made such an unreasonable request."

I said, "No, you still have to go." "Okay, this time it's my request for you to go, so you don't need to feel guilty. My request for you to go and my agreement to go are two different things."

My wife said, "But I really don't want to go."

I kissed her and said, "Fine, if you really don't want to go, that's fine. I just don't want you to have any regrets, and besides, this opportunity is really rare. In the future, Xiao C will eventually get married. Do you think you two can keep fooling around like this forever?"

After a moment of silence, my wife said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll give too much of my love for you to him?" I said, "Silly girl, tell me now, how much love do you actually have? Let me tell you, love needs to be constantly developed, just like the human brain..." "Undeveloped potential is limitless. If the human brain is never used, it will become increasingly dull. The same goes for love; if it is properly developed, its potential is also limitless." My wife didn't respond, but pressed her soft lips to mine...

As the passion gradually subsided, my wife hugged me and asked, "Dad, why are you so good to me?" I said, "I don't know. I feel like I've been completely ruined by you. When I'm with you, I'm like a fanatical religious follower. Can you understand why many Palestinian parents encourage their children to become suicide bombers?"

My wife said unreasonably, "I understand. I am a suicide bomber now." I gently slapped this little rascal and said, "You're smart." "I'll brainwash you now, and maybe one day you'll be willing to fight for me and even give your life." No sooner had she finished speaking than my wife grabbed my penis and deliberately said in a fierce tone, "I—want—to—castrate—you!"

I said, "Tch, if you're willing, go ahead."

My wife held my penis in her small hand, gently squeezing it, and said, "Then, in the next life, I'll be a man, and you'll be my wife, so I can cherish you."

I said, "Fine, you win. You really didn't waste your time working at the bank; you've got a head start for 3000 years."

My wife said, "That's just what I meant."

Having made up my mind and said the words, I felt relieved.

The next morning before going to work, I told my wife to have her contact Xiao C to find out his exact departure time from school, and then calculate the date for them to meet in Chengdu. My wife hesitated and said to me, "Maybe we should just forget about it? Isn't this a bit too far-fetched?"

I half-jokingly said, "Don't overthink it. It's not far-fetched at all. Many famous military strategists don't follow the established rules, and we'll do the same. Just listen to my plan." That morning at work, my wife called to tell me that Xiao C would arrive in Chengdu in five days. After hanging up, I booked her a flight to Chengdu online for five days later.

In the following days, my wife was initially very anxious, saying to me from time to time, "Dad, I don't want to go."

I resolutely said, "Honey, don't worry. Since you've decided, just go for it. There's no turning back now. Anyway, it's only a few days, you'll be back in a week, about the same time as a business trip. Just relax and have fun. Consider it as you fulfilling our past dream."

As the trip approached, my wife was sometimes anxious and sometimes excited. As I comforted her, I helped her pack the necessities for her trip: toiletries, small medicines, a change of clothes, a DV camera, and the shoes she bought in Zhangjiajie last year, etc. My wife followed behind me, watching me prepare these things for her.

My wife asked me anxiously, "Honey, what will you do without me?" I said, "I'm thinking of going back to my parents' house for a few days. It'll be a good time to spend with our daughter; she's been protesting to me a lot lately."

On the day of departure, I took my wife to the airport. Before boarding, she hugged me tightly. I teased her,

"What's wrong with you? You're not going to Mars."

My wife said, "Honey, to be honest, I really regret it now. Suddenly, I feel like this is meaningless. Without you, everything seems pointless. It feels like I'm just going to a reluctant social engagement." I said, "If that's how you feel, that's when I'm truly worried. Don't forget my intention: you need to completely relax, have fun, and not think about anything. We can talk about everything when you get back." My wife leaned on my shoulder and softly said, "Thank you..." Standing in the waiting hall, watching the Boeing 747 carrying my wife take off, my eyes blurred. I sat alone on a chair in the waiting area for a while, my mind a jumble. Although I always told my wife I wouldn't play by the rules, as soon as she left, I suddenly lost control of the game, and the dilemma of right and wrong started to bother me again.

Back at work from the airport, I sat in my office for a while, lost in thought, before getting back to work and temporarily forgetting about it. In the afternoon, my wife called from Chengdu to tell me she had arrived safely at Shuangliu Airport and met up with Xiao C, who was already waiting there. I reiterated that since she was there, she should have fun and not worry about anything at home. My wife obediently agreed on the phone. That

evening, I went to my parents' house. They were very happy to hear I would be staying for a few days. After dinner, my daughter did her homework, and I sat beside her, casually flipping through her workbooks and textbooks. Then, my wife called again to tell me they had checked into a hotel and would be taking the express train to Leshan the next morning, which would only take two hours. I briefly reminded her of some travel precautions, including not putting her hands in her pockets to avoid monkeys snatching her things.

Then I handed the phone to my daughter, who chattered on and on with her mother for over half an hour, refusing to hang up.

I said to my daughter, "Be good, listen to me. Mom is tired from her business trip, let her rest early." Hearing me say this, she reluctantly said goodbye to her mother.

That night, my wife sent me many text messages; I knew she really missed me.

The next two days were normal. My wife frequently texted or called to let me know her location. From her voice on the phone, I could tell she was happy, and she told me about being robbed by monkeys while giggling. She said, "Honey, you know how forgetful I am! You reminded me so many times not to put my hands in my pockets on Mount Emei, but when we went up the mountain, I forgot and put my hands in my pants pockets, and then a monkey robbed me. Luckily, it was just a pack of tissues."

Late at night on the third day after my wife left, my phone suddenly rang. I woke up with a start and angrily picked up the phone. When I saw the caller ID, it was my wife. I immediately felt a chill and became alert. I answered the phone anxiously, "What's wrong, honey?"

My wife said, "Nothing, I just miss you."

I asked, "Where is he?"

My wife said, "He went to sleep a long time ago."

I finally relaxed and said, "Don't be naughty, it's so late, go to sleep, sweetie." My wife said, "No, talk to me for a while."

My heart softened, and I said, "Okay, honey, I'll talk to you."

My wife said, "I had a good time the other day, but now I just want to go home. I miss you so much." I said, "It's okay, you're probably just too tired. Get a good night's sleep and you'll feel better tomorrow." Unexpectedly, my wife started crying softly on the other end, saying, "Honey, I really miss you so much." "I regret coming out alone. I just want to go home now."

I said, "Everything is fine at home, and I'm doing well too. Don't worry about me. Listen to me, if you really want to come back, then come back."

My wife said, "I'm not worried about you, I just suddenly miss home a lot." The next day, around noon, my wife texted me: "Honey, we're on our way to the airport. We'll be home tonight."

I replied, "What about Xiao C? Is he going home too?"

My wife replied, "He's coming home with me because I told him the truth." This sudden result startled me. I thought that Xiao C might have been watching when my wife sent this message, so I didn't reply. A little while later, Xiao C sent me a message that said, "Brother, you won't blame me, will you? Am I too sorry?" I thought, since my wife has already told him the truth, there's no need for me to hide it anymore. So I replied,

"Silly boy, why should I blame you? I'm grateful to you. Be careful on the road, take good care of your sister, I'll pick you up from the airport tonight."

Little C said, "Brother, my heart has been pounding, I'm a little afraid to see you." I replied, "Brother, as long as you don't blame me, that's fine. It's not that you lied to me, it's that I've been lying to you." Little C said, "But I still feel very guilty."

I replied, "Silly boy, there are some things you don't understand, but at least you should understand that: having someone who truly cares for and loves a woman is definitely a good thing, that's enough." Later, my wife told me what happened that day: On the third night, after we returned to the hotel, we were both exhausted. Whenever my wife walked a long way or was too tired, she would ask me to give her a long massage before going to bed. That day, after we took a shower, my wife lay on the bed and let Little C massage her shoulders. Little C massaged them a few times and then rushed to have sex. Looking at Little C panting on her body, my wife suddenly felt so unfamiliar and immediately lost interest. After satisfying himself, Xiao C rolled over and lay down, quickly falling asleep on his own.

This was understandable; he was exhausted after a long day, and as always, he carried everything himself – even a young person like him couldn't handle that. But my wife couldn't sleep, remaining wide awake. She began to think of me intensely. I explained to her, "Silly girl, when I was his age, I was even more careless than him. Don't you remember me falling asleep on top of you? Some things take time to cultivate." My wife said, "Yes, but I've gotten used to your thoughtfulness. Every time we have sex, you hold me and talk for a while until I fall asleep before you go to sleep yourself."

The next morning, my wife got up very early and sat alone by the window, lost in thought. Xiao C, unaware of the trouble he had caused, was still busy planning where to go that day. His wife turned from the window, looked calmly into his eyes, and said, "Shall we not go out this morning? I want to have a serious talk with you." Little C was startled and immediately sat obediently beside his wife. Then, she told him the whole truth. Watching Little C's initial surprise gradually subside, his wife asked, "Little brother, will you blame us?"

Little C went over and hugged his wife, saying, "How could I? Brother and sister, you're both so good to me. I don't know how to repay you."

His wife said, "We were actually afraid this would have a bad impact on you in the future, so we didn't dare tell you the truth."

Little C said, "Sister, what should we do next? I'll listen to you. Shall we still go out?" His wife said, "I want to go home. I've been missing your brother more and more these past few days." Little C said, "Okay, then I'll go home too."

His wife said, "Why don't you come with me to my house first? You need to see your brother, so you won't feel awkward later." So, the two immediately called the hotel reception and booked plane tickets.

That evening, I drove to the airport to pick them up. When Little C saw me outside the airport, his expression was extremely awkward, and he called out softly, "Brother." I smiled and said to him, "You haven't been bullying your sister these past few days, have you?" Before Little C could answer, my wife had already thrown herself into my arms and hugged me tightly. The sweet feeling I had at that moment was absolutely indescribable.

On the drive home, we sat side-by-side in the back. My wife kept looking at me affectionately through the rearview mirror. I said, "Why are you staring at me like that? Have I changed?" My wife said, "Yes, you have."

I said, "Dude, it's not that dramatic, it's only been four days." My wife said, "These four days feel like we've been apart for forty years." I teased her, "Be careful, we have a child, it's so cheesy." My wife said, "I'm happy, he's my husband, who would laugh?"

Then she turned to Little C and asked, "Little brother, don't you think so?"

Little C said, "Sigh, I'm so envious of your relationship."

We passed a restaurant, and I suggested we eat out for dinner, but my wife said, "Let's eat at home, nowhere is better than home."

So I parked, went in, bought some groceries, and took them away.

Things have turned out far beyond my expectations, because I didn't anticipate such a good outcome.

Now, all my previous worries and anxieties have completely disappeared.

Here, I'd like to mention again the principle of non-action: "Doing nothing, yet nothing is left undone." Before agreeing to let my wife go to Mount Emei alone, I was worried she would stray too far from her goals. However, my indulgent approach ultimately made her realize what was truly precious and worth cherishing. This spontaneous awakening, born from personal experience, was a thousand times more effective than any preaching.

Back home, I first hugged and kissed my wife affectionately. At this point, there was no need to hide it from Xiao C, but Xiao C still went to the kitchen to set the table.

I put my wife on the sofa, pinned her down, and asked, "Little rascal, after all this time, home is still the best, right?"

My wife looked at me with dreamy eyes and said, "Yes."

At dinner, the three of us toasted each other, and I was overjoyed. We reminisced about this time last year, when we traveled to Zhangjiajie and other places. I deliberately tormented Xiao C: "Do you remember when I picked you up from the station before the start of winter break, and you acted like it was your first time coming to my house? What were you thinking back then?"

The alcohol didn't make Xiao C blush, but this question made him turn red in the face. He said, "Boss, please spare me. I feel like dying right now." Hearing this, my wife laughed foolishly along with him. I said again, "You're a born pervert! Look at all the bad things you've done this year, and you can even pretend nothing's wrong in front of me." Little C finally seemed to recover, saying, "I feel like I've been walking into a trap all along."

To avoid further embarrassment for Little C, my wife tried to stop me, saying, "Old man, act like a proper older brother! You have no sense of propriety at all." I, with my face flushed from the alcohol, said to my wife, "Yeah, you have some sense of propriety, eloping with your lover so openly. Tomorrow I'll tell your mother all this, let's see if she'll spit on you to death."

My wife ignored me and said to Little C, "Little brother, tell me how pitiful your older sister is, how did she end up with such a perverted husband?"

Later, Little C, a little drunk, said emotionally, "Brother, my sister and I..." When we talked, the most frequent topic was the story between the two of us. Sometimes we'd be talking about something else, but somehow, we'd suddenly start talking about you, and once we started, my sister's stories would go on and on. And, many times, she subconsciously mistook me for you. I used to not understand why, if two people loved each other so much, she would still be with me, but now I finally understand.”

I said, “Silly boy, your understanding is still very basic, but for now, it's enough. How a couple gets along isn't something that can be learned from others' advice alone; there are many things you need to experience for yourself. As a great man said, to know the taste of a pear, you must taste it yourself.” When drinking, the worst thing is getting emotional. The saying "a thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend" perfectly describes this. In the end, all three of us were quite tipsy. And I felt that my wife was somewhat deliberately drinking too much, because we both tacitly understood what was about to happen, but neither of us said it aloud.

After dinner, it was still early, so my wife ordered Xiao C, "Sweetie, wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. I'll make you some tea."

Xiao C readily agreed.

I carried my wife to the sofa, looking at her flushed face, and said, "Honey, you must be tired after flying for hours. Go take a shower first." My wife said, "No, let you hold me for a while first."

I whispered in her ear, "Do you want to have sex?"

My wife said, "Yes, I really want to."

I asked her, "Do you want me or him?"

My wife kissed me and said, "I want my husband."

I said to her, "Honey, be good, go take a shower, and go to bed early." My wife obediently agreed and went to the bathroom.

A little while later, Xiao C finished washing the dishes. I called him over, and Xiao C agreed, went to the refrigerator, got a can of Coke, and sat down on the sofa. He asked, "Hey bro, how come you and my sister get along so well?"

I said, "Stop being so sentimental. It'll be even better after you get married. By the way, have you got a job yet?"

Little C said, "I'm working hard to get into a TV station. It's almost done, but I still need Dad to help me find some connections."

I said, "That's normal. That's how society is these days."

We chatted like that. Soon, my wife came out of the shower. I was surprised to find that she was only wearing one of my shirts again.

I shifted to the edge of the sofa and said to my wife, "Come sit down, sweetie." My wife said, "Honey, my toenails are long. You need to trim them for me." I said, "Okay, go get the nail clippers."

My wife quickly found the nail clippers, sat down on the sofa very naturally, leaned against Little C, and stretched her legs out. I picked up her cute little feet and kissed them, continuing our conversation while trimming her toenails. My wife still gazed at me with dreamy, affectionate eyes. Later, she shifted to a more comfortable position, resting her upper body on Xiao C's lap.

At this point, Xiao C was clearly extremely reserved, unsure whether to place his hands on the sofa or on my wife's lap—he was utterly at a loss.

This scene excited me greatly. I put down the nail clippers and gently caressed her little feet. Stimulated by my actions, my wife grabbed Xiao C's hand and wrapped her other arm around his neck. Naturally, Xiao C bent down, and the two kissed.

I reached out and touched my wife's private parts; they were already overflowing with arousal fluid. I parted her legs and began kissing her with my tongue. At this moment, this lovely woman moaned happily, writhing her body while passionately kissing Xiao C. I could even see their tongues swirling together.

This unusual caressing was incredibly exciting. Soon, my wife's body suddenly stiffened and trembled slightly. I knew she had reached her first climax. I nudged C's arm and said, "Go wash up."

C replied in a slightly hoarse voice, removed his hand from my wife's breasts, and went to the bathroom.

I picked my wife up and carried her to the bed in the bedroom. My wife wrapped her arms around my neck and murmured, "Honey, I feel like a queen."

I said, "Baby, you've always been my queen."

I held my dear wife and kissed her passionately. My wife writhed in my arms like a snake, constantly murmuring, "Honey, hurry, I want it..."

I tried my best to control my desires and said, "Baby, I haven't showered yet, don't rush." My wife said, "No, I want it, hurry up... hurry up..." I gently stroked my wife's beautifully maintained breasts and said, "Be good, sweetie... I'm going to take a shower now."

I tried to get up, but my wife clung tightly to my neck and wouldn't let go. I had no choice but to tickle the sole of her foot. My wife let out an "Oh" and curled up into a ball, and I took the opportunity to get away.

When I walked out of the bedroom, I found that Xiao C had already finished showering and was dressed smartly, sitting on the sofa pretending to watch TV. As I walked towards the bathroom, I said to him, "Silly boy, stop pretending and hurry up." After saying that, I went into the bathroom, quickly washed up, and in less than ten minutes, I dried myself off and returned to the bedroom with my heart pounding.

The scene before me was enough to get my blood pumping. Although I'd seen it on DVDs, I still felt my blood rush to my head, and I felt dizzy: Under the slightly dim but soft light of the bedside lamp, they were making love

in a 69 position. The wife was bent over, straddling Xiao C, her hand gripping Xiao C's penis and sucking it frantically. When she saw me come in, the wife turned around, pulled me over, and took me into her mouth. Xiao C withdrew from under the wife. I said to the wife, "Didn't you want it? Why haven't we started yet?" The wife said, "I want you... I want you..."

I laid the wife's body flat on top of me and entered her body without any resistance, immediately feeling surrounded by a warm, soft wetness. The wife hooked her legs around my waist, moaning as she pulled Xiao C over and took it into her mouth. This unusual scene excited me to the extreme. After only a few thrusts, I felt a strong urge to ejaculate and quickly pulled out. I told Xiao C, "I can't take it anymore, I'm so excited I can't control myself. Why don't you

take over for a bit?" I sat sideways next to my wife, holding her head, watching Xiao C slowly insert his incredibly hard penis into her body, and then began to thrust violently. At this moment, my wife gripped my hand tightly, moaning loudly as she kissed me, saying indistinctly, "Honey, I love you, I'm so happy..." I held her, sharing the pleasurable thrusts with her. Perhaps because he had drunk too much, or perhaps because of nervousness, after about five or six minutes of thrusting, Xiao C's pace slowed down, and finally he stopped, saying somewhat embarrassedly, "Brother, I can't take it anymore." Thinking

he was having an erection, I said, "Just go for it, don't hold back." My wife chimed in, "Hehe, honey, it's gone soft."

I said, "It's okay, I'll take over."

Xiao C immediately stepped aside, and I glanced at his penis; sure enough, it looked dejected.

I moved to my wife's lower body, and when my hand touched the sheet, I found it was soaked. Holding my wife's legs, I gently thrust in and out, asking her, "You naughty boy, does it feel good?" My wife still looked at me with dazed eyes, nodding while moaning loudly, and started talking nonsense. A moment later, I ejaculated profusely, and my wife, following my rhythm, reached her climax as expected… I cleaned myself up with a tissue, then lay panting beside her. Looking at her face, now streaked with tears from over-excitement, I asked her with a touch of tenderness, “My darling, you must be exhausted.” My wife said, “Honey, I feel like I’m flying…”

At that moment, Xiao C lay on the other side of my wife, his hand gently caressing her breasts. I asked him, “Do you still want to do it?”

Xiao C sensibly said, “Let my sister rest for a while.” My

wife sat up and said, “I’ll go wash up.”

I lit a cigarette and slowly inhaled, asking Xiao C, “What did it feel like when you were having sex with your sister?” Xiao C said, “It’s hard to describe, it just felt like my whole body was melting.” I said, “With the three of you together, you must have been nervous, right? Did you have any bad feelings?” Xiao C said, “I was a little nervous at first, haha, but now it feels great. I’ve read articles about this online before, and they seemed very exciting, but I never thought I would have it myself.” "Such an opportunity." I said, "Before your sister, have you ever been with any women?"

Little C said, "Yes, with my girlfriend, but we could never find the feeling together. It got even worse after I met my sister."

I asked him, "How are things between you two now?"

Little C said, "We broke up a long time ago. Actually, we both knew in our hearts that we could never end up together. It was just a way of keeping each other company." I sighed and said, "Don't worry, you'll meet your soulmate sooner or later." Little C said, "For now, I just want to work hard for a few years and then think about this kind of thing." After chatting for a while, my wife came back and lay naked on the bed. I stretched out my hands and said, "Come on, sweetie, let your brother hug you."

My wife obediently snuggled into my arms, facing Little C, and playfully reached out her little hands to grasp and stroke his little brother. After a while, Little C said, "Sister, I want it." My wife said, "Then come on, sweet little brother..."

I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up quickly. When I returned, I found my wife lying face down, with Xiao C kneeling behind her, his hands on her buttocks, moving rhythmically. My wife's face was hidden by her long hair, and she moaned in rhythm with Xiao C's movements.

This position was one my wife and I often used when we had sex alone, but it was difficult for her to reach climax. Also, when I ejaculated, I liked to hold her tightly and share the climax with her. I sat beside her for a while, then became excited again, lying on my back in front of her. She took me in her mouth… After more than ten minutes, Xiao C's movements became faster and faster. My wife no longer cared about me, just holding me tightly and shouting loudly without restraint… Finally, Xiao C stopped, holding my wife's abdomen tightly; he had also ejaculated. As

the passion subsided, the three of us lay down. My wife said to me, "Honey, I can't go on anymore, the world is spinning."

I said, "Rest well for a while, then go wash up and go to sleep." That night, my wife held me tightly, sleeping soundly in my arms, even purring like a cat. I got thirsty several times and wanted to get up to drink water, but I couldn't bear to wake her. As a result, I dreamed of searching for water everywhere, but I could never find any...

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This is a repost; it's very well written and relatable to me.

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