Forwarded: Our Journey 1

I've always wanted to write something that's not quite an article, but my limited writing skills have made me afraid of awkward phrasing and being laughed at by readers. Plus, work and household chores have kept me from settling down to write. Lately, work hasn't been too busy, and I suddenly felt like writing again. Please forgive any shortcomings. The 2008 financial crisis affected many companies, including mine. Often, with nothing to do, I'd spend my time at home browsing the internet. I stumbled upon a website called "Little Couples," and initially, I was skeptical, but eventually, I was completely captivated. When I read an experience sharing that couples could improve their sex life, eliminate frigidity, and enhance their relationship, it felt like a revelation, like finding a magic cure. My wife never wore shorts, skirts, or stockings before; she even slept in thick pajamas. She'd shudder if she accidentally touched another man's hand in a crowd. Convincing her, so conservative, to accept this unconventional reality wasn't easy. But I still thought I should give it a try. First, I needed to let her know that there was a group of unconventional people in society playing this unusual game. I showed her the content and articles on the "Young Couples" website. She didn't believe it was real, so I told her that regardless of whether the articles were true, the contact information and dating profiles were definitely genuine. If the dating profiles were real, the articles must be based on people's personal experiences and shared with others, so they couldn't be fake either. After I patiently explained it to her, she gradually agreed with my point of view. During one intimate moment, I tentatively asked her, "How about we try this game too?" As soon as I finished speaking, she pushed me off, said "Get out," and turned away, ignoring me. A few days later, during another intimate moment, I brought it up again, and she flew into a rage, calling me a pervert and a lunatic. She said, "Who shares their wife with others?" I said, "If others can do it, we can too." She replied, "Others are others, we are us. Let them do what they want, don't drag me into it." For the next few days, she ignored me and wouldn't speak to me. I realized this wasn't a solution; to change her, I needed to change her mood first. So I took over the housework, doing almost all the laundry and cooking, and often took her out shopping to buy her things she liked and enjoyed. When she was in a good mood, I'd bring up dating again, but she still couldn't stand it. She'd get angry, saying I was influenced by the internet, that the internet had ruined me. For a while, she wouldn't let me go online, knowing I couldn't resist opening those websites, and warned me she'd smash my computer if I went online again. I was at my wit's end. For a period, I refused to mention it to her. I considered giving up, but that damned "young couple" was too tempting; I couldn't give up! I tried all sorts of ways to please her, to coax her, telling her it was to elevate our relationship, to give her more love and enjoyment, that it was a way to show my love, that only true love could lead to such selfless devotion, and so on. I even used all the cheesy things young lovers say, haha. I really went all out, putting in a lot of effort! (As my wife later said, "You should use this kind of perseverance on your work and career!") And surprisingly, it actually had some effect. When I brought up dating again, although she still wouldn't agree, she stopped scolding me. Although my goal was still out of reach, at least I wasn't nervously bringing it up every time. Even if I couldn't convince her in the end, these topics could be considered a kind of playful banter to add spice to our lovemaking. I continued to do housework diligently as always, and during lovemaking, I still tirelessly said the same things. Occasionally, we would watch some adult films and read some novels together. Every time we got to the passionate parts, she would involuntarily touch her genitals with her hand. During this time, I didn't go on "little couple" anymore; I focused solely on teasing her, indulging in fantasies. Finally, when I brought it up with her again during lovemaking, she finally relented and agreed to try. She was so excited, as if she had suddenly become several years younger, and was incredibly energetic. But after it was over, she sobered up and then disagreed, saying she didn't remember what she had promised me, and that she wouldn't accept it anyway. I was so frustrated, all my hopes were dashed. Once, twice…ten times, a month, two months…a year passed, the same scene, the same topic, and the same result. Finally, in the last two months of the year, she agreed to try again. She didn't back out afterward, but she had conditions: 1. It had to be approved by her, it had to be someone she liked; 2. If we argued, I couldn't bring up dating, and I couldn't criticize her; 3. If I didn't like it after one time, I couldn't bring it up again. Of course, I readily agreed. Let alone three things, as long as she could accept and participate, I would agree to ten or a hundred requests. She's my queen now, her words are law, how could I disobey? Haha. Besides, her conditions weren't really conditions. Having someone she liked was a must, and not bringing it up in arguments was a given—I was the culprit! How could I bring it up? The third thing was even less of a problem. Take infidelity, for example. Once it happens, it's bound to happen again and again. Even with numerous obstacles and inconveniences, it's hard to control oneself until the passion fades. Next, we discussed whether to find an acquaintance or a stranger. After some discussion, we both felt that finding an acquaintance would be safer and more hygienic. I don't have many friends, so we decided to find a friend I've known for twenty years to help us get back on track. After making the decision, I immediately contacted my friend to explain my background. Unfortunately, because his company wasn't busy and he had family matters to attend to, he went home two months early for the Chinese New Year. No choice, I had to strike while the iron was hot, otherwise my plan might fall through once he calmed down. (It sounds like I'm plotting a political conspiracy, haha.) I immediately registered an account on a dating website called "Young Couples" under the name of a married couple and posted a message with my QQ number to find a target. The "young couple" chat was quite popular at the time, and the next day several single men added me. To facilitate communication and meetings, I chose a local single man of similar age to us and started chatting with him. After chatting for a while and learning about each other's basic situations, we felt we were a good match. The single man invited us to meet, but my wife hesitated again and was afraid to meet. The single man invited us again and again, but my wife refused, so I had to make excuses to avoid it each time. Until after the New Year, the single man invited us again. I looked at my wife, and she still didn't seem inclined to agree to meet. I had to tell the single man again that we were busy and didn't have time. Finally, the single man said, "Are you guys so hard to meet?" I embarrassedly showed my wife the chat history, and after reading it, my wife said:"Let's meet then, so as not to seem like we're putting on airs." And so, we let go of our inhibitions and began our journey towards my unknown goal…! The first meeting was simple. After dinner, the single man picked us up, drove us around in his car, chatted briefly, and that was it. Later, I told him we were inexperienced and, to avoid making my wife feel awkward, I suggested he let her meet him and me alone to get to know each other better, which he agreed to. Two days later, he came to pick her up. After my wife hesitated for a moment, I watched them leave. This meeting didn't lead to anything substantial. The single man was quite gentlemanly, not in a rush, just taking her out for dinner and driving around. After dropping her off, he told me that the hair was returned undamaged and intact. (A single man like this is necessary for a first meeting; some impatient men might scare away conservative and timid women). A few days later, the single man didn't extend another invitation, and I started to worry. Did he not like my wife? The arrow was already on the bowstring; I couldn't hold back! I proactively texted the single man to ask his opinion. He said he wanted to meet up, but since it was our first time, he was worried we weren't ready. To avoid making my wife feel awkward or hesitant, I suggested that this time, I let the two single men meet so he could do something more substantial. The single man agreed, saying he'd do as I said. The next day after lunch, the single man came to pick her up. This time, she didn't hesitate much and got into his car directly, only blushing and looking down at me as she left. I waited anxiously at home, but they hadn't returned by nightfall, and there was no news. I knew then that my wife's body was no longer being enjoyed by just one person. Excitement, jealousy, and heartache—a complex mix of emotions welled up inside me. I was excited because the scenario I'd been imagining for over a year was finally coming true. Jealousy came from imagining my wife moaning loudly beneath him, enjoying the nourishment of another man's life force. Heartache came from the fact that my wife was unwillingly becoming someone else's possession just to satisfy my fantasies. Was this what I wanted? Do I really love her? Have I really considered her feelings? I don't even know what I'm thinking, just a mix of clarity and confusion. Right now, I just want to hear: "The task you gave me has been perfectly completed," yet I also want to hear: "Unharmed, returned intact." So contradictory, so conflicted… Finally, my phone rang. It was the single man calling. He told me they went to some places in the city that afternoon, took care of some personal matters, and got back after dark. They hadn't had time to eat when his family called saying they had urgent business and he needed to go back. He bought some KFC for my wife to eat and had arranged for her to rest in her hotel room. He asked me to come over and keep her company while he went back. I rushed to the hotel. My wife, wearing pajamas, opened the door. She seemed perfectly normal; nothing seemed amiss. I wondered, "Have they not been intimate?" I couldn't help but ask her: "You two haven't done it?" She said: "What do you think?" Seeing her shy expression, I already knew the answer. This time, I didn't feel the excitement or jealousy I'd felt before, only a slight sense of relief. I got into bed and hugged her, asking, "How are you feeling?" She hesitated, saying, "Not really, it still hurts." I said, "Were you too nervous? Or was he too rough?" She said, "Nervousness isn't so bad. After a few encounters, we chatted quite well this afternoon, so I didn't feel too nervous. He wasn't rough, just a bit impatient." I said, "He doesn't seem like an impatient person. What happened? Can you tell me what happened?" She said, "After we entered the room, he took off his clothes and said he was going to take a shower. When he went in, he asked if I wanted to shower with him. She said, 'Okay, you go in first, I'll come in later.' He showers very quickly. By the time she took off her clothes and was about to go in, he had already finished showering and came out. After she finished showering, he leaned against the edge of the bed watching TV. She moved to the other side of the bed and leaned against it. They were silent for a while, then he said, 'Come closer, why are you so far away from me?'" She moved closer to him, and after another silence, he said, "Kiss me." She slowly kissed him, starting from his face and moving down his body. She also gave him oral sex for a while. While she was giving him oral sex, he reached over and touched her breasts for a bit, then got up and took a condom for her to put on. She wasn't really aroused yet, and her vagina was still dry. His penis was thick, and it hurt when he entered her. She told him it hurt, so he had her kneel down and changed to a doggy style position. He ejaculated shortly after, just as she started to get aroused. Afterwards, he told her, "You're so tight, even tighter than my wife before she had children." (Haha, she was dry, so it must have felt tight when he entered her.) Then he got up to take a shower. At that moment, his family called and told him to go home. He then called me and asked me to come and keep her company before leaving. I said, "He's gone, so let's go home too." She said, "He said he'd come back later, and she has to wait for him there." I said, "Then I'll go home first. When he comes, you can stay here with him, and he'll take you home tomorrow." She said, "Okay, you stay here with me until he comes, then you can go home." I said, "Okay." But a little while later, the single man called and said he might not be able to come tonight. A relative was having a wedding and he needed to attend, and he also had some friends to keep him company. He didn't know how late he'd be, so he couldn't come. He told me to just rest at the hotel and leave my room key with the receptionist when I left, as he knew the hotel well. He said he'd get his deposit back another day, and we'd see each other again. My wife said that since he wasn't coming, we should go home too; we wouldn't sleep well in an unfamiliar place. So we went home. This is a bit long-winded, but my writing skills are limited, and I really don't know how else to write it. We met up with him a few more times afterward, but I won't go into that here. To be continued...Okay. But then the single man called and said he might not be able to come tonight. A relative was having a wedding and he needed to attend, and he also had some friends to keep him company. He didn't know how late he'd be, so he couldn't come. He told us to just rest at the hotel and leave our room cards with the receptionist when we left, as he knew the hotel well. He said he'd get his deposit back another day, and we'd see each other again. My wife said that since he wasn't coming, we should go home too; we wouldn't sleep well in an unfamiliar place. So we went home. This is a bit long-winded, but my writing skills are limited, and I really don't know how else to write it. We met up with him a few more times afterward, but I won't go into that here. To be continued...Okay. But then the single man called and said he might not be able to come tonight. A relative was having a wedding and he needed to attend, and he also had some friends to keep him company. He didn't know how late he'd be, so he couldn't come. He told us to just rest at the hotel and leave our room cards with the receptionist when we left, as he knew the hotel well. He said he'd get his deposit back another day, and we'd see each other again. My wife said that since he wasn't coming, we should go home too; we wouldn't sleep well in an unfamiliar place. So we went home. This is a bit long-winded, but my writing skills are limited, and I really don't know how else to write it. We met up with him a few more times afterward, but I won't go into that here. To be continued...

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