Understanding the Heart of a Woman in Marriage

Author: Unwavering Years.
This is a green-themed piece, written with great delicacy, especially in its dialogue and psychological descriptions, which are very distinctive and unique. I only adjusted the layout and did not make any changes. Respect to the author, Unwavering Years!

1. It's getting cold, let me get you a hat in advance.

Women in marriage need nourishment, especially the nourishment of love and sex. Love is what is commonly referred to as romantic love, and sex is, of course,
a natural physiological need based on love.

Because of the constraints of living space and time, a woman's love for a man is often fleeting. Undoubtedly, that moment
is a shining moment, and perhaps it is this moment that often determines marriage, but married life itself is mundane.
Love after its brilliance will inevitably fade. If a woman relies solely on a brief, shining moment to support her entire future life,
it is unimaginably difficult. Furthermore, as the living space expands after marriage, more uncertain social factors inevitably arise
. If the husband does not make adjustments to balance this, problems are bound to arise, even jeopardizing the marriage and family.

A woman's love for a man is not inherently permanent; it is inevitably
influenced by numerous factors within her social and social environment. The fickle nature of love, its tendency to tire of the old and seek the new, is unavoidable. Even without infidelity, it's often driven by various pressures and
a form a cruel form of self-torture.

In reality, as marriage continues, a woman's initial love subtly transforms into an unbreakable bond of familial affection. Therefore,
what maintains stability in a married family is not romantic love, but familial love. Familial love has no expiration date; with careful nurturing, it can be preserved for a long time. Romantic love,
however, has an expiration date, existing only within its limited timeframe. The presence or absence of romantic love in a family is irrelevant; what matters most is
the maintenance of familial bonds. If the couple, especially the husband, neglects to nurture these bonds, it will inevitably lead to the breakdown of the marriage and the disintegration of the family.

A woman's love is inherently unrestrained. Even after marriage, a woman inevitably participates in social life and cannot avoid interactions with men outside
of marriage . It is precisely these social interactions that breed extramarital affairs

. This can be traced back to ancient feudal times, where women were bound by foot binding to isolate them from the outside world
and prevent trouble. Even so, secret rendezvous and clandestine meetings still occurred. Furthermore, modern women no longer live secluded
lives; they have naturally become more sensitive and active psychologically. The burden of childbirth has been greatly reduced, and the widespread use of home appliances has
freed them from heavy housework. Their lives are affluent and comfortable, and vanity

may be a factor. They begin to pay attention to their appearance and grooming. It is certain that this deliberate dressing and adornment is not just for their husbands
, but also to please many others, including men. Often, when they go out to participate in
various social activities, they inevitably attract attention, making love and being loved unavoidable.

Furthermore, love and sex between husband and wife occupy only a small place in society,
far less . What a husband can provide is negligible, highlighting a severe imbalance between supply and demand. Especially as the husband ages
, his physiological functions decline due to visual fatigue and a mundane life, exacerbating the supply-demand imbalance
. If not properly balanced, problems will inevitably arise.

A woman's love, regardless of its origin, is overwhelmingly strong; if not properly addressed, it will jeopardize the long-established
kinship (the last barrier to the family's existence). As a husband, one should assess the situation, prioritize tasks, avoid direct confrontation, and
strategically adjust family life to satisfy his wife's needs for love and sex as much as possible, prioritizing the preservation of kinship and the family. Focus on strengthening

family bonds, and be willing to let go of the wife's needs for love and sex when necessary. Do not prevent her from doing what you cannot do yourself. I believe that if
the wife receives the necessary satisfaction in love and sex, there is no need for her to destroy the kinship and family she has painstakingly built.

When a man pursuing a wife outside of marriage gets the love and sex he desires, his longing for the woman's original family becomes meaningless. Marital
breakdown often stems from a failure to balance both, with neither spouse willing to compromise. Prioritizing women and allowing men to back down is
a win-win situation.

Explaining this principle doesn't require quoting classical texts; facts and examples are more convincing. Here,
I'll illustrate this with the life experiences of the two most important women in my life: my mother, who gave me life and raised me, and
my wife, who shared my hardships.

In "Recalling the Heartbreaking Past," I mentioned my mother. In that difficult era, facing financial
hardship, my father's incompetence and indifference, and the enthusiastic help and care of a man outside of marriage, how to choose was
a severe problem. Ultimately, she resolutely chose to protect her family, but at that time, the only way to do so was to accept the help and care of the man
outside of marriage .

As the saying goes, one should not accept undeserved rewards. My mother, having no other way to repay them, offered herself to them. The men who helped our family at the time weren't
truly benevolent saints; their intentions were obvious, and my mother was well aware of them.
She had an improper relationship with Wang the Bald, an unassuming man at the local material transfer station, a secret affair with Old Zhang, the grain depot keeper, and then
became involved with Dr. Xu from my father's workplace clinic. I originally intended to publish a series of articles frankly detailing the events, but some readers criticized me for disgracing my mother's great
love, so I gave up.

However, I believe that at the time, our family was in dire
straits , and my mother didn't have time to think things through.
She deliberately threw herself at them, and I intentionally witnessed their illicit affairs. My mother's devotion pleased me greatly. Even now, recalling those passionate and intense moments of lovemaking, besides stirring my emotions
, I deeply understand my mother's good intentions at the time.

She was repaying the men who had so kindly helped our family with her sincere love. I
felt deeply ashamed of the evil thoughts I had harbored towards my mother in the past, and that inhuman depravity vanished instantly, replaced only by doubled
respect and filial piety towards her.

Turning to my wife, I've spoken of her quite a bit in previous posts. She may not be as great as my mother, but
she is a rare and wonderful woman—at least, that's my own feeling. I'm very fortunate to have married her; I have a clear conscience. I've
allowed my wife to enjoy the happiness and joy a woman should experience, and I've firmly maintained the bond of family ties. And my wife
's happiness continues indefinitely.

Actually, after the honeymoon years, while I can still keep the familial bond between us fresh, the sex and love I give my wife...
I truly feel powerless. Relying solely on my own strength is futile; it's far from sufficient. Perhaps deeply
influenced by my mother, I don't really care much about a woman's chastity. Whenever I sense my wife's unspeakable loneliness and emptiness,
I'm filled with worry and helplessness, especially with our child studying away from home, which only adds to her boredom. Every night in bed, I sincerely urge my wife
to have an affair, and she goes from initial surprise to silence.

Actually, no one knows my wife better than I do. But how easy is it for a woman to find love outside of marriage? Her life and work environment are so narrow;
the men she interacts with at work are all so old-fashioned and lack any romantic interest. I encourage her to go out more, to experience
the excitement of the outside world, but without a catalyst, she's like a blind butterfly. The constraints of her space, coupled with her psychological inactivity, and most importantly, the
lack of a sufficiently powerful temptation...

Love is something that can't be forced, and this was perhaps a stroke of luck. My wife was seconded to the census office, and her
unexpected encounter with Mr. Gu opened the floodgates of her love. After more than a month of being inseparable, they both fell in love. In bed,
when my wife hesitantly asked me, "What do you think of Mr. Gu?", I knew the deeper meaning behind her words
and understood the situation. I also realized that the unmarried Mr. Gu had already launched his romantic offensive on my wife, and that she was probably defenseless,
hence her question. I knew that things were about to change.

After that, I tried my best to create opportunities for Mr. Gu and my wife to be alone, especially under the pretext of compiling the census data, encouraging
my wife to invite Mr. Gu to our home to help her. My wife understood my intentions and feigned reluctance, but her words were a veiled agreement. They were already deeply in love
and couldn't help themselves; their meeting alone inevitably led to a passionate encounter.

I was already certain the relationship was over, so I remained calm when I got home that night. Even though my wife seemed flustered and guilty, I didn't say anything directly. Lying in
bed, I asked her indirectly, feigning concern, "Is the summary table finished?"

My wife stammered, "Not a single number has been filled in."

Knowing she was just being evasive, I continued, feigning

concern, "The summary table must be difficult." My wife whispered, "It's all organized, so it's easy, but I just haven't had the time.

" I laughed, "

If you don't have time today, you can do it tomorrow." My wife

said gently, "I won't have time tomorrow either, but it's not urgent." I teased, "Is it because Xiao Gu can't come tomorrow?"

My wife said, "He's coming tomorrow, but he just doesn't have time to finish the summary table."

I said, "If you don't have time, you can do it later."

I deliberately fell silent, turning over as if to sleep, but my wife gently pushed me, saying, "Are you
really that comfortable leaving Xiao Gu and me at home?"

I said, "Why wouldn't I be comfortable? I have to go to work.

" My wife said, "You've achieved your goal.

" I deliberately asked, "What goal did I have?"

My wife said, "Are you feeling bad?"

I said nonchalantly, "No."

My wife said, "You're definitely jealous."

I said, "Nothing's wrong, why would I be jealous?"

My wife said, "Aren't you jealous of Xiao Gu?"

I said, "I am, but I don't feel sour."

My wife said, "It's getting cold, let me get you a hat in advance."

I still deliberately said, "In all these years, when have you ever seen me wear a hat?"

My wife said, "You're already wearing one, a brand new green hat."

I stopped pretending to be stupid, turned around and crawled into my wife's quilt, saying, "You really put it on me?"

My wife said, "Xiao Gu and I didn't do anything serious this afternoon, we were just busy getting you a green hat."

I hugged my wife and said, "I don't feel cold on my head either, it's warm."

My wife said, "Does it fit?"

I said, "My wife made it, how could it not fit?" Then I put my hand between my wife's legs, touching her wet
vulva excitedly, "He planted his seed in you?"

My wife hummed and said, "You guessed it."

I said, "I guessed pretty much right."

My wife said, "You're so patient! You didn't even ask what happened when you got back?"

I said, "I was afraid you'd lose face. How was he?"

My wife said, "Like a hungry wolf, I almost couldn't take it."

I asked, "Young people are definitely strong. How many times did he 'feed' you?"

My wife said, "Guess?"

I said, "When did he start? What time did he leave in the afternoon?"

My wife said, "Not long after you left, around six o'clock."

I said, "I left before two o'clock, so it was only about four hours. He was a first-timer, so it took some time to look and touch
. Young people recover quickly, so it was at most three times.

" My wife said, "I didn't guess right, you missed one."

2. It's okay.

It's truly not easy for my wife to take that difficult first step. A deeper analysis reveals it's nothing more than favorable timing, location, and people. Favorable timing is naturally
a concept of time period; the child going to study in another city undoubtedly adds to the already mundane family life. Favorable location is a concept of living and working space
; the change in my wife's work environment is also an indispensable influencing factor. "Harmony" refers to
the interaction and communication between people, and also to the subjective initiative of people. In philosophical terms, it's the dialectical relationship between internal and external factors.

For families where the couple is entering middle age, parents and children are always the top priority. Parents' good health and children's
academic success are the expectations and goals of every family. Our family has maintained a good situation in this regard, with basically no
worries, which is a prerequisite for enjoying life.

Furthermore, my wife's temporary change of work environment over a year led to her meeting Mr. Gu, which facilitated her extramarital affair. During their time together
, Mr. Gu gave my wife meticulous care, winning her favor. It was also thanks to Mr. Gu's
perseverance in seizing the opportunity and his courage to do what he knew was impossible that he opened the door to my wife's long-closed feelings
. Coupled with my previous encouragement and support, this led to the meeting of these two illicit lovers.

I am astonished that Mr. Gu, completely unaware of my situation and knowing full well that my wife had a marriage and a complete family, launched an improper
romantic offensive against her. What kind of integrity does that require? I think even the most dignified and reserved woman would find it hard to resist, causing my wife's emotions
to erupt like a wild horse, impossible to stop. The fact that my wife and he fell in love and had a relationship was an inevitable and unstoppable process. Therefore,
while Mr. Gu's adultery with my wife is beyond reason, it was also within my expectations.

Gu's audacity in defying public opinion wasn't in vain; while I admired him, I also felt a growing affinity for him.
Gu was truly a man of strong character; after committing his wrongdoing, he showed no remorse and came to my house as promised the next afternoon, displaying no
shame whatsoever.

It was clear he was determined to go all the way, and I was even intimidated by his aura of arrogance. However,
he was extremely polite and obsequious, which made me feel quite comfortable and blurred the shadows in my heart. At the same time, I felt
my presence was so inappropriate, so I left for work early. I knew perfectly well what would happen if I left home
, but my voluntary departure was so willing; I suppose Gu and his wife also hoped I would leave as soon as possible.

That afternoon, I deliberately delayed my return home by half an hour. Suddenly, I felt that with Gu's arrival, I was superfluous in the house
. When I got home, Gu was already gone. Seeing my wife looking radiant with a smile, I asked knowingly, "Gu's gone?"

My wife playfully scolded, "Why wouldn't he stay?"

I said, "Why didn't you invite him to dinner?"

My wife replied, "He wouldn't stay even if I invited him."

I said, "It must be my fault."

My wife said, "If not you, then me!"

I asked, "Didn't you do anything productive this afternoon?"

My wife laughed, "You know that, why ask?"

Then she turned and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner for me. After dinner, I watched TV, and my wife, probably tired from working, went upstairs to sleep
. Perhaps my judgment was wrong; another possibility was that she was quietly savoring her happiness alone.

Around 9 pm, I couldn't resist sharing, and almost unconsciously went upstairs. I saw my wife in bed but not asleep; her
phone was flashing. I approached and saw she was reading a text message. As I took off my clothes, I casually asked, "Whose text message is this?"

My wife happily replied, "Who else could it be?"

I took off my clothes, got into bed, and, still teasing her relentlessly, asked, "You've only been gone a few hours and you're already texting?"

My wife replied, "Jealous, aren't you?"

I said, "A little. Can I see it?"

My wife said, "Jealous and you still want to see?"

I said, "I only want to see it when I'm jealous, to see what he said.

" My wife said, "Seeing it will make you even more jealous."

I said ingratiatingly, "You don't know I like being jealous."

My wife giggled and said, "Don't blame me for your stomach acid, it's because you wanted to see it."

I said, "It's okay, I'm doing it willingly.

" After saying that, I took her phone from her hand. My wife seemed to want me to share it too, but she was a little embarrassed. She instructed
me, "Don't just look at the messages he's sent. He went to the bathroom, he'll send more in a bit. I'm really sleepy. You're
better at talking than me, so you can help me out."

I said, "No problem, you don't need to worry about it."

Actually, I took my wife's phone and looked through it from beginning to end, but there weren't many messages. First, around 9 PM, his wife sent a message:
"Honey, are you asleep?"

Gu replied, "Baby, not yet. How about you?"

His wife texted, "I went to bed early, but I couldn't sleep, so I sent you a message."

Gu replied, "Oh, are you missing me?"

His wife texted, "Yes."

Gu texted, "Hehe, where's your husband?"

His wife texted, "Watching TV downstairs."

Gu texted, "Let me wash up, then I'll lie in bed and we can have a good chat, is that convenient?" His

wife texted, "Sure, aren't your coworkers in the apartment?"

Gu texted, "They went drinking and haven't come back yet. Even if they do, it won't stop me from texting. Wait for me."

That was all the texting we exchanged. What surprised me was that his wife had sent the message first. At that moment, his wife had turned over and gone to
sleep. I didn't know if she was asleep or not. Not long after, I saw his wife's phone flashing in my hand. I figured
it was Gu texting, and I had to pretend to be his wife and reply.

3. You think I wouldn't dare? Tomorrow night I'll go to

the place mentioned earlier where the wife, tired but unwilling to refuse Mr. Gu, asked me to respond to his text message
. That means I have to impersonate her and reply to him. While I'm adept at writing, translating it into my wife's words is quite difficult. I need to express her
feelings without letting Mr. Gu suspect anything; it takes some thought.

However, I cherish this rare opportunity and am very interested in it. I really have ulterior motives. I want to use this opportunity to further
strengthen Mr. Gu's relationship with his wife, and also to let him know my acceptance through his wife's words, further building his confidence.

He's a rare good man, and his wife is so devoted to him. I'll use his wife's words to make things clear, so
he can relax. With this foundation, I'll find an opportunity to give him some pointers, express my attitude, and everything will be easy. Therefore, I have to be
careful and proceed step by step, seamlessly agreeing to Mr. Gu's words. I thought this was a perfect opportunity to achieve twice the result with half the
effort
. If I handled it well, he would understand me, and then he and his wife wouldn't have to be so secretive and wary of me anymore. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation

? I thought that even if his wife found out, she wouldn't blame me. Maybe this was her true intention. So I was extremely
determined to make the most of this opportunity to make things happen. The following is a transcript of my text message conversation with Gu, based on my recollection. I
can only guarantee that the general meaning is accurate.

Gu: Baby, I'm here

. Are you there? Me: Oh, I am. Gu:

Do you really miss me? Me: Yes. Gu: I miss you too, baby. Me: Really? Gu: Meeting such a beautiful woman like you is my good fortune. Me: Thank you for the compliment. I'm not as good as you say. Gu: When we first met, I dreamed of having you. Me: I felt it. Now you've got everything. Gu: Heaven has eyes and allowed me to have you. I'd die happy. Me: Don't talk nonsense . Gu: I was so happy and fulfilled spending two afternoons with you, even better than I expected. Me: Me too. Gu: It's a pity we can't be together every day. I wish you were my wife. Me: But that's impossible in reality. You're not married yet, and my child is already in high school. Gu: You're right. I really love you. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.

Me: Really? I didn't dare think about those things back then. I just hoped you could genuinely help me at work.

Gu: Meeting such a beautiful woman, how could I not be sincere? I didn't even dare to dream of getting you back then.

Me: I didn't expect it either.

Gu: Really, you're not only beautiful on the outside, but even more beautiful inside.

Me: Really? I don't think so myself.

Gu: Your husband won't know about us, will he?

Me: What, are you scared?

Gu: It's not that I'm scared, it's just that if we're exposed, you'll have a hard time explaining.

Me: Oh, it's already done, there's no use thinking about it now, just leave it to fate.

Gu: I've gone to your house for two afternoons in a row, I won't have a reason to go again, what should I do?

Me: There will always be another chance.

Gu: I really can't live without you, what should I do in the future?

Me: You still have to get married and start a family, there really won't be a future for us.

Gu: Meeting you, I really don't want to get married anymore, having you is enough.

Me: Don't think like that, you're still young .

Gu: I'm serious, I just want you.

Me: I understand, but I still can't hold you back.

Gu: Don't you love me?

Me: No, but you know my situation.

Gu: I know, but I just can't live without you. I'll do anything as long as I'm with you.

Me: Oh, I don't know how to say it.

Gu: No matter what I say, it won't work. You're the best for me.

Me: Love doesn't necessarily mean being together every day.

Gu: But what if I miss you? Going to your house all the time will eventually give us away.

Me: I don't think so. My husband won't suspect anything about us.

Gu: I know your husband is a good person. Making you leave your family for him is something no human being would do.

Me: You know my husband is a good person, so don't worry.

Gu: But what if he finds out one day?

Me: With my husband's good temper, even if he finds out, he won't make a scene.

Gu: Even if he doesn't make a scene, it could still ruin our relationship.

Me: That's not necessarily true. My husband isn't the petty type.

Gu: Even if he isn't petty, it still won't make me be with you.

Me: That's not necessarily true. If you treat him well, he'll naturally treat you well in

return. Gu: No matter how good I am to him, he won't let his beautiful wife be with me.

Me: As long as you keep your word and have no ulterior motives, maybe.

Gu: What ulterior motives do I have? I just can't live without you, nothing else.

Me: That's good, then don't worry so much.

Gu: That makes me even more confused. Would your husband really agree to me being with you?

Me: Don't you think about it? Haven't you noticed my husband's behavior these past two afternoons?

Gu: It's strange, really. He trusts me so much.

Me: Nobody would believe you, a man and a woman alone together.

Gu: Really?

Just then, at the crucial moment, my phone screen went black. Good things come to those who wait, my phone died. I looked at the clock on the opposite wall; it
was already past 11 pm. I thought Gu must be very worried too. I got out of bed and rummaged through the bedside table for a charger
. My wife woke up and went to the bathroom first. When she came back, she said, "What are you doing, rummaging through

drawers and cupboards?" I said, "I was chatting with Gu and my phone died, so I'm looking for a charger to charge it so we can chat a little longer."

My wife said, "You're even more concerned than I am."

I said, "Gu is still texting. He must be worried if it suddenly stops, thinking something happened."

My wife said, "Don't rummage around. The charger is in the TV cabinet downstairs. Don't pretend to be me and say random things to have fun. He's
tired this afternoon too."

To be honest, what my wife said made me jealous. This was my wife's genuine and clear concern for Gu.
I was engrossed in our conversation and didn't say anything. I went downstairs, got the charger, plugged in my phone, and turned it back on after it automatically shut down. My wife went to sleep.
Soon I saw my phone flashing; I knew Gu had sent a message. I continued our conversation.

Gu: Honey, what's wrong? Why aren't you replying?

Me: Darling, it's nothing, my phone died.

Gu: Oh, I thought your husband was jealous. He's watching TV.

Me: No, my husband's dreaming in the bedroom across the hall.

Gu: Hehe, why isn't your husband sleeping with you?

Me: He came upstairs to see me texting you, and didn't want to disturb your enjoyment.

Gu: Really? I don't believe it.

Me: I'd be a dog if I lied to you. Okay, you've done a lot of bad things this afternoon, you must be tired, let's hang up. Gu: No, talk to me a little longer
, I'm all ears.

Me: What else do you want to say?

Gu: I want to kiss you, baby.

Me: You're being silly again. Didn't you kiss me enough this afternoon?

Gu: If I don't get enough, can I still come to your house in the future?

Me: You don't have to come if you don't want to.

Gu: I want to sleep with you in your bed all night.

Me: Nobody's stopping you.

Gu: Doesn't your husband stop you?

Me: You'll see when you come. You're too scared, aren't you?

Gu: Who said that? I'm not afraid of anything for you

. Me: Keep bragging.

Gu: Really, I'll sleep with you. Where will your husband go?

Me: Wherever he wants to be.

Gu: Hehe, how about letting him watch us sleep?

Me: If you really want to, there's nothing I can do.

Gu: How exciting would it be if I exposed you in front of him?

Me: You're so naughty.

Gu: You think I wouldn't dare? I'll go tomorrow night.

Me: Okay, you dare? You should rest for a couple of days before coming. Go to sleep, darling.

Gu: Okay, I'll listen to you. If I don't behave well, your husband will look down on me.

Me: Okay, go to sleep, get some rest.

Gu: Okay, baby.

I never expected Gu to be so straightforward. She unexpectedly helped me achieve my goal. I was really sleepy and fell into a sweet sleep.

4. I swear, I will definitely treat her well.

As mentioned above, I impersonated my wife and chatted with Gu via text message. This not only expressed my wife's feelings but also used her words to express my
attitude, achieving unexpected results. It can be said that I succeeded.

The next day, Gu called my wife to verify the information. When I got home from work that afternoon, she told me about Gu's call to her
. My wife asked me, "You texted Xiaogu for so long last night, did you pretend to say you agreed to our relationship?
"

I said, "Yes, why?"

My wife said, "He asked if you already knew about us."

I said, "What did you tell him?"

My wife said, "What else could I say? I told the truth."

I asked, "And what was his reaction?"

My wife said, "He believed me, and he even said he'd stay overnight at our house this Saturday."

I said easily, "Isn't that great? Don't you want that?"

My wife said, "You're really thick-skinned. Can you bear him cheating on you in front of your face?"

I argued, "I've already been cheated on, what difference does it make if it's in front of you?"

My wife said, "That's the most shameful thing for a man. Are you sure you can handle it?"

I said confidently, "I really can't, I'm just afraid he'll be embarrassed to do it."

My wife said, "You've already made it clear, he's not afraid at all. He said it would be really satisfying to do it in front of you."

I said, "He really said that? He's got guts, that's amazing."

My wife said, "I know him too well, he really means what he says. I'm worried about you."

I said, "It's okay, besides, I really want to see."

My wife said, "You don't feel embarrassed in front of you, but what about me? What would that look like?"

I said, "You're afraid I'll see you make a fool of yourself. It's okay, I won't laugh at you."

My wife said, "That's something shameful to be seen in public, just thinking about it is embarrassing."

I said, "If you're afraid of being embarrassed, you can't do anything."

My wife said, "I've really become shameless, so despicable."

I comforted her, "If you want to enjoy happiness, don't think so much."

My wife said, "Whether I think about it or not is irrelevant, I've already promised him."

I said, "That's right, enjoying happiness is never too much."

Time flew by, and it was Saturday in the blink of an eye. Around 4 pm, Mr. Gu arrived looking refreshed and carrying many gifts. My wife
said to Mr. Gu with heartache, "It's not a blind date, why did you buy so many things? You're just wasting money."

Mr. Gu smiled shyly, "It's nothing, I just bought some because I was happy."

His wife blushed and said, "You two talk first, I'll go out and buy some groceries." She left.

Mr. Gu and I were awkwardly silent for a while before I broke the silence, saying, "Aren't you busy lately?" I poured him some tea and handed it to him
. He took it and said, "Not too busy."

After another silence, I said, "Thank you for helping your sister-in-law so much with the census." He politely replied, "It's nothing,
it's what I should do."

I said, "Your sister-in-law always praises you."

He took a sip of water and said, "My sister-in-law is very capable and virtuous.

" I gradually got to the point, "Is she good to you? "

He hesitated, "My sister-in-law is very good to me."

I said, "Do you still call and text her often?"

He said, "Yes, often. You knew that, brother? "

I said, "Your sister-in-law told me.

" He said, "She told me everything?"

I said, "Yes."

He said, "You really don't object?"

I said, "Why would I object? You've helped her so much, and besides, she cares about you so much."

His emotions calmed down a bit, and he said, "Thank you for your understanding, brother. I really like her. What was meant to happen between us has happened, and
what wasn't meant to happen has also happened."

I said, "I know that; she told me everything."

He said, "My sister-in-law has mentioned you to me many times. At first, I really couldn't believe it."

I said, "No one would believe something like that so easily."

He said, "A few nights ago, I was texting with my sister-in-law until late at night. She said a lot more, so I
wanted .

" I pretended to

say, "Oh, I see." He said, "To be honest, the census unit assigned me to assist her. The moment I saw her, I was immediately struck by her beauty
. After working together, I felt she was wonderful, so I decided to pursue her without hesitation. "

I said, "You two are destined for each other."

He said, "Yes, I enjoyed being with her so much that I confessed my feelings to her."

I asked, "You've been assisting her with the census for over a month, haven't you?"

He said, "Yes, I made my move on the way home with her. I come home so late every day and there's hardly anyone on the road.

" I said, "She told me you're interested in her, so it was my idea to have you come over and help out. I knew
you wouldn't let such a great opportunity slip by."

He laughed, "Of course I couldn't resist. I never expected it was you who arranged this."

I said, "You really love her, don't you? I'm not exaggerating, she's a wonderful woman. You mustn't let her down."

He said, "I swear, I will definitely treat her well."

I said, "Now that we've talked it out, I won't interfere. But you, me, and she all know, so you must protect her reputation
. "

He said firmly, "Absolutely."

I said happily, "Let's have a drink tonight. Don't be shy, say what you want to say, do what you want to do
. A man should be able to let go."

He said, "I will. I have no burdens anymore."

I said, "That's good. You're welcome to come often."

He said, "Yes, can I stay tonight?"

I said, "Sure."

He said, "That's great, I really won't break up your family, I just love her."

I smiled and said, "Won't you feel embarrassed in front of me?"

He said, "You should think about yourself, I'm absolutely fine."

I said, "Don't worry about me, I'm really okay, just relax."

The more I talked to him, the closer we became. Actually, I never disliked him at all, and today's conversation only increased our intimacy. Precisely
because he is my wife's confidant and lover, I must accept him with all my heart.

5. Excuse me, I went upstairs first.

As mentioned above, I had a direct conversation with Mr. Gu about a sensitive issue. His wife probably wanted us two men to have a heart-to-heart talk
, so she deliberately dawdled for over an hour after grocery shopping before returning. Seeing how friendly we were, she seemed to understand something.

Mr. Gu greeted his wife warmly. His wife went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, and he went in to help. I heard them whispering in the kitchen, with occasional laughter. I turned on the TV, but then Mr. Gu's phone
on the coffee table suddenly rang. Mr. Gu quickly came out to answer the phone, but what I saw made me chuckle. His jeans were bulging , and he didn't try to hide his extremely indecent state. He answered the phone openly in front of me, and hung up after a short time. I asked him with concern, "What's wrong? Something happened?" He replied nonchalantly, "Nothing, my coworker asked me to go out for drinks, but I turned him down." He smiled at me and went back to the kitchen. And so, my wife and Mr. Gu carefully prepared several dishes. I took out a bottle of fine wine that I usually treasured, and we ate, talked, and drank together. My wife, her face flushed, sat silently next to Mr. Gu, eating . Mr. Gu's composed demeanor truly impressed me. The atmosphere was very harmonious. After the bottle was empty, we were both quite tipsy, having drunk just the right amount, so we called it a day. My wife cleared the table and went to the kitchen to wash the pots and dishes, while Mr. Gu and I sat on the sofa, drinking tea and watching TV. Mr. Gu, still slightly squinting from the wine, had a flushed face and a smile on his face. After my wife finished cleaning up, it was already past 8 p.m. She glanced at Mr. Gu with affection, then, feeling uncomfortable, went straight upstairs . Mr. Gu's eyes followed my wife. I knew he was burning with desire and couldn't contain himself, so I gently said to him, "Mr. Gu , you should go up too." Mr. Gu smiled and said, "Sorry, I'll go up first." He got up and went upstairs. I was in a real rush , so I unconsciously turned off the TV and followed him upstairs, shamelessly entering the brightly lit master bedroom. I saw Mr. Gu and his wife kissing. They stopped when they saw me. My wife blushed and said coquettishly, "Why did you come up so early instead of watching TV downstairs?" I replied cheerfully, "There wasn't anything good on TV, so I came up. You two continue. " Mr. Gu chuckled and pulled my wife into his arms, kissing her again. One of his large hands caressed her breasts through her clothes . My wife whimpered and accepted it. Mr. Gu, as if no one else was around, boldly unbuttoned my wife's top and skillfully removed her bra. He grabbed her swaying breasts and kneaded them excitedly. My wife, intoxicated by passion, quickly became aroused. Her hand even covered Mr. Gu's bulging trousers. It seemed Mr. Gu truly loved his wife, and my wife was also deeply invested and passionate . Soon, Gu stripped his wife naked and laid her down on the bed. His wife, shyly covering her eyes with one arm across her forehead , glanced at me but ignored my presence, stripping herself completely naked. I'm not exaggerating; Gu's erect penis was beyond my expectations—it was exceptionally large, much larger than mine. A large, messy patch of hair covered his abdomen ; he was robust, with a round waist and a full belly, unusually large buttocks, and round, thick thighs covered in tangled hair. He spread his wife's legs wide, exposing her genitals in the thicket of hair between her thighs. He then spread her vulva wide open right before my eyes, a pleasing sight. His penis stood erect like a telephone pole, pointing forward. His hands meticulously worked on his wife's vulva, squeezing and kneading her labia until they overflowed with fluid, then inserting his fingers, further agitating that small area. After playing around for a while, he stood up, his large penis erect, and straddled his wife's chin. He moved her arm away from her eyes and shoved his erect and groaned, enjoying it, his large buttocks thrusting as his penis teased her mouth. His wife, distracted by his actions, closed her legs. Gu chuckled wickedly, looking down excitedly at his wife, muttering, "Baby loves big hairy balls. Enjoy it for a while, then I'll give you your big cock." His wife, absorbed in the act, swallowed and released Gu's thick penis. Her engagement and performance clearly showed her extraordinary love for him; her passion for his penis was proof enough. One of the ways men satisfy their sexual vanity is with their penis in a woman's mouth, because the normal place for a penis is not a woman's mouth but her vagina. Women often don't distinguish between their vagina and mouth when it comes to the penis of their beloved man. Gu really knew how to enjoy himself, using his wife's mouth like a vagina. This proved that women's sexual obsession stemmed from love, so it was normal for them to show such affection for men. Gu was also quite unreserved, showing no stage fright in front of me. I watched with envy as my wife had Gu's penis in her mouth. After a while, Gu pulled his drooling penis out of my wife's mouth and moved his body towards her lower body. My wife understood and opened her legs. Gu, straddling my wife, lowered his buttocks heavily, and his large, menacing penis plunged completely into my wife's vagina. I lay behind Gu's buttocks, staring intently at the point of genital contact. As Gu's buttocks lowered, his testicles completely covered the point of contact. I moved my face closer to get a better look, but then Gu suddenly thrust his lower body forward , and before I could dodge, his raised buttocks met my face. I was truly met with a cold shoulder. Knowing I was watching, Gu went all out, his large buttocks bobbing up and down, the squelching sounds of his penis penetrating her vagina echoing his wife's moans above. Gu panted heavily as he worked, his wife's vagina digging in and out, their intercourse intense and passionate. I watched until Gu ejaculated; the visual pleasure was a unique kind of enjoyment, something a man who can't bear to part with his wife can't experience . Watching his wife being loved by another man, upon closer inspection, was actually quite satisfying. I didn't really care that my wife and Gu loved each other; I always cherished the feeling of my wife sleeping with another man while I slept alone . But among the men my wife had affairs with, only Gu and Seng gave me that feeling. Whenever I got up at night and saw my wife being held by another man, I felt a sense of comfort. I thought that even though she was being held by another man, she still lived her life with me as always; she loved others, but her heart was still at home. My wife has been very honest with me. Even now, whenever I ask her about it, she admits that she also loves the men she had affairs with . Frankly, of all the men my wife had affairs with, I have the best impression of Mr. Gu and Mr. Seng; I think they were the most sincere. The others…

Some of them are a bit hypocritical. They clearly love their wives, and I know it, but they don't show it in front of me, especially my wife's ex-boyfriend.
I have to avoid him whenever he comes over. Gu and Seng are different.

Gu and Seng, for example, loved my wife. Although they had an affair, they went through a phase of infidelity, but they moved from the shadows to the open
, unlike my wife's other lovers who, despite knowing each other's feelings, still tried to hide it and played hide-and-seek with me.
I admire Gu and Seng. Let's

talk about Gu first. Even though his job changed and he moved to another city, and they both married there, he still frequently
talked to my wife and visited her every two weeks or so. He would come to my house and stay overnight, naturally sleeping in the same bed with her, having sex, being affectionate
, and having private conversations. Seng, who also moved even further away with his second wife, also made time to
visit her several times a year. When he came to my house to sleep overnight, he openly undressed in front of me, making no attempt to hide his erection. Then
he pulled back the covers from my wife's bed and went to have sex with her. After that, he cuddled with her all night.

My wife was very gentle; every morning when she woke up, she would ask, "Are you going to do it again? If not, I'll get up and make breakfast.
" She did the same with Gu. If Gu or Seng wanted to play or have sex before getting out of bed, my wife would wake me up to make breakfast.

Gu and Seng were very casual in releasing their sexual desires, regardless of location or time at home. Whenever they felt like it, they would undress my wife or
have sex with her. As I mentioned before, Seng would undress my wife even when she was cooking in the kitchen, and Gu would
undress my wife completely naked and have sex with her in broad daylight. The men whose wives had affairs mentioned

above

were all real-life affairs. As for
the single man Xiao Xu whom I met through online dating, that was the kind of online romance. In short, Gu was the founder of wives having affairs, and you could say he was a pioneer for those who followed
. Without his arduous and persistent efforts to guide his wife to take that most perplexing first step, there would be no successors.
It was Mr. Gu who painstakingly expanded the space for his wife's extramarital affair. In this sense, Mr. Gu can be considered the first to take the plunge
, while those who followed simply reaped the benefits.

It is truly difficult for a woman in a marriage to let her feelings wander outside of marriage, but once she does, the world opens up before her, because
the emotions outside of marriage are far fresher and richer than those within. Therefore, those who follow should not be complacent, much less consider it
an easy thing to obtain without effort. Without Mr. Gu's pioneering work, there would be no such effortless success as that of the first successor, Mr. Seng

. I believe that Mr. Gu's acquisition of his wife's affections was the most difficult; in comparison, the first successor, Mr. Seng, had it much easier. In
acquiring a woman's affections, it is simply a matter of who works harder, not necessarily who gets more. However, true
happiness is not just about being happy after obtaining the affections, but about the joy of the process of pursuing them.

So, while Gu's pursuit of his wife was arduous, he also experienced
a joyful process—a joy that later pursuers can never fully appreciate. Therefore, he was a lucky pioneer and a beneficiary of his hard work.

Of course, Gu's success was also closely related to the opportune moment. Women are often most vulnerable and emotionally
vulnerable when they are idle and bored, and their emotional vigilance is most relaxed. His wife met Gu in this state, which
was undoubtedly a perfect opportunity for him to find love. Furthermore, Gu's persistence and stubbornness in pursuing love, even to the point of being blinded by
passion, disregarding his wife's background and status, was truly astonishing and admirable
. Especially since his wife was also deeply involved, it forced me to reflect and introspect, leading to my final decision: to help others achieve
their happiness without regret.

Subsequent events proved me wise and correct, bringing me a sense of relief. In sharing happiness with others
, I indeed proportionally increased my own happiness. There is no absolute good or bad in people or things. As long as it doesn't
harm society or others, and is most suitable for oneself, it is the best. If you live for the opinions of others, it means you are already dead
.

I believe that a woman who is too steady and overly upright is never lovable. A woman's beauty needs to be discovered by different people
to fully reveal it. Men have the right to pursue, and women have the right to accept, so I gave my blessing to Mr. Gu and my wife.

Flowers bloom and bees and butterflies come naturally. My wife did indeed experience the happiness and joy of extramarital love and sex with Mr. Gu. She broke free from
traditional constraints and began to enjoy the happy life that should have been hers. Therefore, she
had no reservations or shame towards the giver of her sincere and passionate extramarital affection, until Mr. Gu was transferred to another place for work.

She was also disappointed, after all, my wife and Mr. Gu had been loving and devoted to each other for more than two years.
I know better than anyone how much love my wife and he had accumulated during those two years. Since Mr. Gu was unmarried and single, his freedom and youthful vigor, coupled with his
straightforwardness and generosity, made him an indispensable member of our family. He was especially
crucial in satisfying my wife's desires. Although he wasn't home every day like I was, he would come over for dinner and overnight every few days. We could say that he, my
wife, and I formed a unique and harmonious family of two men and one wife.

Before, my wife and I, like any other normal family, would sometimes bicker and argue over trivial matters, but since he joined us, those unpleasant
incidents have almost disappeared, replaced by more joy and harmony. However, when our child came
home for the two annual holidays, Mr. Gu would conscientiously stop coming over, but when the child left, he would always come and stay for several days to make up for those twenty days a month.

Because of his longing for his wife, we eventually got used to sleeping in the same bed—he and my wife shared a blanket
, while I slept alone on a separate quilt. At first, I couldn't sleep well, often waking up in the middle of the night to their intimate acts. Later, I
gradually got used to it, and Gu was very tolerant of me, never restricting my curiosity.

Sometimes, when I woke up in the middle of the night, listening to him and his wife sleeping soundly, I would play pranks. Because Gu usually slept facing away from his wife
, hugging her, I would slip my hand under the covers and touch his large, smooth buttocks, his large, heavy
testicles, and then reach towards his abdomen to play with his limp penis.

Sometimes, I would find his sleeping wife's hand still holding his penis, so I would push her hand away and play with his penis, feeling it
gradually swell. He would wake up and know it was me, but he wouldn't object. Only when Gu's penis was fully erect and hard would he
gently push my hand away and begin to act on his wife. His wife would wake up and moan, and he would immediately climb on top of her and start having sex. I couldn't help but chuckle with smug satisfaction; it
really worked every time and was very fun.

To be precise, my wife's first serious relationship was with Mr. Liu, whom I mentioned before. Her extramarital affair was undoubtedly
with Mr. Gu. To be humble, I have always been my wife's legal husband. I was merely
a constant companion in her family life, never the master of her emotions.

In marriage, the relationship between husband and wife is more important than love. Understanding my wife's fluctuating emotions is the foundation of a lasting relationship . It's about remaining calm and composed in the face of change. In other words, I need to be mentally prepared
before my wife's emotions change , so I won't panic when things go wrong. Harmonious coexistence with my wife through tolerance is the way of a great man . The principle of drawing a circle with a compass is self-evident: if the center remains constant, it will always be a circle. This analogy applies to our family as well. As long as we understand, cherish, and tolerate her, and keep her heart, even if she has many extramarital affairs , life will still be fulfilling. Facts speak louder than words; our family is a living example. In my wife's extramarital affair, Mr. Gu and Mr. Seng were the two men who frequently stayed at our home. As for the other men my wife met later who didn't visit often, I won't comment on that here. After Mr. Gu was transferred, Mr. Seng took his place. Although both were extramarital lovers of my wife, and both were large and heavy-set with large, sexy buttocks, Mr. Seng's skin wasn't as fair as Mr. Gu's, his genitals were darker, and his belly was more protruding. These are just visual impressions and don't prove anything. Emotionally speaking, I'm not sure which of these two men my wife loved more. But in terms of appearance and personality, I preferred Mr. Gu. It wasn't just because he was my wife's first extramarital love; I valued his approachability, loyalty, and straightforwardness . He genuinely loved my wife and was also very open with me. We got along very well for a time, especially later when he and my wife were intimate, I could even participate in some playful antics. The monk, however, was quite different. He was somewhat selfish, and what troubled me most was his excessive drinking. He often came home drunk, and several times his snoring after drinking made me want to stay away from him. Initially, my wife was quite patient with his drinking habit, but as it became more frequent, she began to complain, especially after his divorce. He often went out drinking, getting completely drunk, and then wouldn't sleep peacefully when he got home . My wife would yell at him, "You're shameless, unrepentant! You might as well drink yourself to death outside, why are you even here?" Sometimes she would even yell at him, "No wonder your wife divorced you. She keeps saying she wants to marry me, but even if I married you, I couldn't live with you." I was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated. It's true, after the divorce, the monk practically lived at our house. If he didn't go out drinking, it would be fine, but even going out drunk once every ten so was enough to cause my wife and me a lot of distress. Because the monk was drunk, my wife and I couldn't help him upstairs to sleep in the bedroom , so we could only settle him on the sofa. But whenever he was drunk, my wife couldn't sleep soundly upstairs either, frequently going down to check on him, worried he might get cold. When he sobered up a bit in the middle of the night, my wife would always try to get him upstairs to sleep, since sleeping in bed was more comfortable than on the sofa. Once he sobered up, he was quite obedient, constantly apologizing and saying nice things to my wife, so she stopped arguing with him and told him to take off his clothes and get into bed. He never acted like a stranger, stripping naked and pulling back the covers, then naturally getting into her bed. I slept beside him, and seeing him asleep made me feel much more at ease. As soon as he lay down, he shamelessly hugged my wife and kissed her, and she didn't seem to mind his strong smell of alcohol, welcoming his passionate kisses. To be honest, my wife was used to his rough and passionate intimacy after drinking. I couldn't bear to turn off the light, so I turned to watch him kiss her roughly and passionately, roughly kneading her breasts and roughly tearing off her only nightgown. My wife, disregarding past grievances, responded to him with fiery passion. Because the monk's movements were so large and urgent, the blankets on the two of them couldn't be held back and were even pulled off the bed. Their two naked bodies twisted and rolled together. The monk roughly touched my wife's vulva between her thighs, while my wife grasped his extremely erect, dark, and shiny penis, stroking it. The monk's rough fingers were inserted into my wife's vulva, and he was panting heavily as he roughly pounded into her. My wife's thighs swayed, her buttocks twisted, and she moaned. The monk's advantage was that his sexual desire would surge and become aroused after drinking. In his drunken stupor, he loved to ravage his wife's genitals. His wife would always indulge him and let him do as he pleased. The monk would frantically shout, "Slut, my big cunt, fuck your mother!" His wife would also let him insult her with his frenzied vulgarities and moan, trying to pull the monk's heavy body onto her body. The monk, knowing his wife's urgent need, gloated, "You slut, you want my big pubic hair to fuck you, don't you?" His wife whimpered incoherently, spreading her legs. The monk rolled over, and his wife impatiently reached down to cover herself. The monk's large buttocks slammed down heavily, and with a soft "squelch," his thick penis slid in. He pressed his lower body tightly, capturing his wife's mouth and kissing her passionately. I rolled over and peered into the monk's crotch, admiring his large, dark testicles, which completely sealed off my wife 's private area. I could see her buttocks were already dripping wet. The monk's dark, round anus was exposed before my eyes. Then came the monk's rough thrusting, his penis flashing in and out busily, the two of their abdomens colliding with a loud slapping sound. Honestly, the monk's stamina after drinking filled me with boundless admiration. His wife cried out joyfully, "You're killing me!" and the monk groaned menacingly, "Slut, I'll fuck you to death." After fucking for a long time, the monk pulled out his glistening black penis and said, "Slut, get into a bitch position." His wife rolled over and stuck out her white ass, and the monk fucked her from behind again. The bed was a complete mess. The monk slapped his wife's ass with satisfaction as he thrust in and out , fucking her for a long time. The monk was really tired, but he was still reluctant to ejaculate and stop. The monk pulled out his penis and lay on his back, it still erect. His wife, understanding, straddled him, placing her penis inside him. She placed her hands on his bulging belly, her hips moving rhythmically as she swallowed and released his penis. His testicles swayed with her movements. He grasped and kneaded her breasts. With his wife taking the initiative, the monk finally lost control. With a convulsion and moan, thick, grayish-white semen slid down his penis; he had ejaculated. His wife felt the ejaculation and sat down, her hips moving in a circular motion. I, sensing the situation, handed her toilet paper. She took it, lifted her buttocks, covered her vulva with the paper, and got out of bed to go to the bathroom. The monk lay sprawled out, still moaning with his eyes closed.

His penis lay askew on one of his thighs, semen still seeping from the urethra, his testicles drooping heavily between his legs
.

His wife, having finished cleaning up, returned and tidied the bed. She pulled the blanket from under the bed and pulled the monk into the covers, saying brightly, "
When you're drunk, you're more powerful than a bull on the prairie." The monk chuckled, "When I'm drunk, I just want to fuck you hard." A short
while later, he was snoring, and his wife immediately turned off the light.

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