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I don't know if it's because of what happened last time, but I feel a vague sense of excitement inside. Maybe like many of you on this forum, we all harbor thoughts like threesomes or cuckolding, but due to various reasons and circumstances, we usually have nowhere to release them. I'm pretty sure something happened last time, but I don't have concrete evidence yet. However, I believe that if you don't want others to know, you shouldn't do it in the first place, and sooner or later, an opportunity will arise for me to confirm it. Let

me tell you about what has happened recently. First, I've basically confirmed who the colleague who made my wife cheat on me is. A few days ago was my wife's birthday. She's a Sagittarius born on December 4th, and she invited three or four colleagues from her department to our home for dinner that night. Besides the two of us, there were three female and one male colleagues. I had originally planned to order a birthday cake, but my wife told me that her colleagues had already ordered one for her. That evening, I worked overtime and got stuck in traffic, so I didn't get home until after 8 pm. They were already eating; it was a takeout-style hot pot (the delivery person brings all the ingredients and hot pot equipment to your door; after you finish eating, they call and someone comes back to pick it up). I joined them, chatting and eating, listening to their jokes and banter. It turned out that Xiao Sun (the only male among my wife's colleagues that night) had paid for the birthday cake and hot pot, and the takeout hot pot alone cost over 1000 yuan. During the conversation, Xiao Sun kept teasing my wife despite having so many girls around, and he would occasionally make some dirty jokes. Think about it, with her husband right there, acting like that, wasn't it a bit inappropriate? After dinner, Xiao Sun was very proactive in clearing the table. Several girls wanted to help my wife, but he took over all the work, carrying the tableware and taking the trash, and followed my wife into the kitchen. My wife's colleagues and I stayed in the living room watching TV. I intentionally paid attention to the sounds coming from the kitchen; I could hear constant laughter from both men and women.

At this point, if you think I'm concluding that Xiao Sun and my wife are having an affair based on this alone, I myself find it far-fetched. However, a coincidence followed, giving me the opportunity to confirm it. All the things mentioned above only became clear to me after I received this confirmation and reflected on them. My wife and I booked a 6-day, 4-night trip to Phuket, Thailand, the weekend after my birthday. Our flight was at dawn on the 12th, arriving in Beijing at dawn on the 17th. I won't go into the details of the trip, but we went to Coral Island and Racha Island, enjoyed Thai massages and aromatherapy massages, went scuba diving and jet skiing, watched a ladyboy show and an adult show, and spent the whole day sunbathing (on the private beach of a 5-star hotel; besides us, everyone else was a foreigner – it seems Chinese people are indeed a bit conservative. There were even foreign women sunbathing nude). In short, it was a very enjoyable time. The key point here is our nightlife.

The day I got off the plane, I confirmed the relationship between Xiao Sun and my wife. We left the airport and went into the city, where we bought local SIM cards (they were incredibly cheap, only 30 RMB each, valid for 7 days, unlimited data, and much cheaper than regular mobile or Unicom calls). My wife's phone rang repeatedly as soon as she turned it on. I saw her unlock the screen, look at it, smile, and then turn it off and onto silent mode (she rarely switches between on and off mode on her phone, especially abroad). After checking into the hotel and dropping off our luggage, we found a place to eat and then went back to the hotel to catch up on sleep (our flight was at 2 AM, and we had a layover, so we were exhausted). My wife usually takes a long time to shower, over half an hour. That day, an idea popped into my head: I wanted to check her phone (we generally respect each other's privacy; from our dating days until our marriage, I've never looked through her phone without her knowledge). And what I suspected matched reality. Her chat history with Xiao Sun was pinned to the top of her chat list, and the first few messages she received upon turning on her phone in Phuket were all from Xiao Sun. I won't go into the details, but it was definitely something that would make any husband's brain (not his genitals) tingle (or even more so). The conversation was just as explosive as Edison Chen's or David Tao's chat logs. And it seems I was slow to realize; they must have been hooking up for quite some time before the Jiuhua Mountain Villa incident.

Speaking of which, if you were in my shoes and discovered your wife had slept with a colleague, and had kept it a secret for quite some time (mainly because I never imagined my wife had such desires and was willing to act on them), how would you react? Would you be furious? Would you spend four days in a beautiful place like Phuket, angry with your wife? Or would you remain silent, even though you have so much to say? Ultimately, I chose a compromise: I neither confronted her nor ruined our entire Phuket trip. Do you remember Yu the Great's flood control methods? Yu the Great didn't use blocking, but rather dredging. Similarly, I think firstly, my wife and I have no problems in our relationship, and secondly, her going out with men might not be motivated by a desire to cheat on me (that's just a side effect), but rather by a desire to release her pent-up desires or find excitement. Therefore, rather than confronting her and causing unhappiness, and ruining our vacation, I might as well acquiesce to her actions and let her desires be released. Perhaps then it won't be a problem, and it might even improve our relationship. Who cares about who she is? Having a wife like this is just a matter of how the husband is willing to face it—whether he wants to add to his daily stress or treat it as part of their marital intimacy (I might be a bit perverted)...

Next, two things happened that are worth mentioning. One night, after a long and tiring day, we returned to the hotel. I was in the mood, so I went back to the room and took my wife to bed for a passionate encounter. Halfway through, I looked up and realized the curtains weren't drawn. We were staying on the second floor, and the building opposite us was separated only by a swimming pool (the kind where first-floor guests can directly access the pool from the back door), less than 10 meters apart. In other words, if someone noticed, we were basically "live-streaming" to the people on the second to fourth floors of the building across the street. I suddenly felt very excited, and my wife noticed this at the same time, asking if I wanted to close the curtains. Of course, I disagreed, saying, "I won't close them, I want other men to see you getting fucked. See how wanton you are, you little slut." My wife didn't insist, laughing as she wrapped her legs around my waist, squeezing even tighter... At that moment, I clearly heard the sound of a door opening and closing on one of the balconies across the street. I didn't dare look directly at it, worried about whether I should smile or react if my eyes met those of a foreigner.
The second thing was probably the highlight of this trip to Phuket (the Emperor Show was nothing compared to that). Having arrived in the resort paradise of Phuket, how could we not stroll along the bustling bar street for several nights in a row? Experiencing a hangover in Phuket wasn't out of the question. My wife and I discussed playing a game that night, also to test our charm. Once we entered the bar street, we split up to avoid revealing our relationship. I would follow her from a distance, and she would choose a bar to go into, followed by me. Then, I would approach her as a stranger, pretending it was a chance encounter, and I would proceed with the casual fling. Afterward, we would go back to the hotel together to experience the feeling of "going to a hotel room." My suggestion was inspired by a movie starring Tony Leung and Carina Lau, where their characters rekindled their passion after many years. For this, I specifically had my wife dress up, wearing a low-cut tank top and low-waisted hot pants. My wife is 165cm tall, so her proportions are quite good. Underneath, I told her not to wear her usual bra, just nipple covers and a thong. Now, if you ask me if this was truly my original intention and plan, to be honest, "re-hooking" my wife wasn't that exciting for me. On the other hand, I had confidence in my wife's appearance; given her looks tonight, subconsciously, I vaguely hoped that a strange man would appear and take my place in the game. Anyone who's been to Thailand, especially Phuket, is probably familiar with the nightlife there. There are a lot of white tourists, and on boring nights, with alcohol and music, many foreigners probably want to experience a romantic encounter with an Asian woman. Tonight, one such man appeared beside his wife.

I knew my wife's broken English, so I sat a short distance away with a beer and watched. Clearly, she wasn't prepared for the man who approached her to be a strange white man. Judging from their body language, she agreed to let the foreigner sit down, and at the same time, I received a WeChat message. She asked me what to do. I told her, "Just follow your instincts. Treat it as English practice (of course, my expectations are much higher than just improving your spoken English...)! If you really can't handle it, or you dislike him, just tell him you came with your husband. Give me a look, and I'll come over and help you out." I wonder how many people have had, or are currently having, the opportunity to watch their wives flirt with other men; anyway, so far, I've been enjoying the process. My wife later recounted their conversation to me in bits and pieces. At first, of course, it was introductions—names, where they were from, how many days they were staying in Phuket, where they went, and so on. Some foreigners seem to be born with a knack for picking up girls. This particular foreigner kept complimenting her on her looks, saying she was incredibly beautiful and had a fantastic figure, etc. My wife agreed quite a bit and seemed quite happy, getting more and more into the conversation. I was standing nearby and saw the foreigner slowly put his hand on my wife's arm, then gently wrap his arm around her waist, almost whispering in her ear. The moment he touched her, she glanced at me. I gave her a smile and texted her to follow her instincts. My wife checked her phone, seemingly reassured, and continued flirting with the foreigner, not taking his actions seriously. Before

we knew it, it was past 11 pm, and the bar street was still bustling. I had already drunk two large pitchers of beer, and my wife and the foreigner nearby had also ordered quite a few drinks. Judging from my wife's capacity, I knew she was almost done; from the way she spoke, I knew she was quite tipsy. The foreigner, on the other hand, became even more uninhibited, his hands practically roaming over my wife's entire body, lingering on her ample buttocks for a considerable time. My half-drunk wife clearly didn't take any of this seriously, and I figured if I texted her now, she probably wouldn't even remember to read it. So, I got up and deliberately walked slowly past their table, wanting to get a closer look at their behavior. Then, I overheard a conversation between them that seemed out of character for my wife. It was probably because her English was so limited; even her flirting was so direct: "Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" (The entire text wouldn't upload if I typed it in English, so I'm only typing in Chinese...) The foreigner, realizing he was almost certain he'd achieve his goal, asked, "Your hotel or mine?" My wife, whether she didn't quite understand or was just too drunk, didn't answer. She simply got up, took the foreigner's hand, and started to walk out. Then she looked at me, who was standing not far away. I pointed to my phone and showed her WeChat. I told her, "If you want to sleep with this foreigner tonight, I don't mind. Everyone's been drinking, and I can pretend nothing happened when we wake up tomorrow, provided you go to our hotel room. Remember to shower and wash thoroughly, and definitely use condoms. I'll swipe my key card to enter the room half an hour after you go in. You need to tell the foreigner beforehand that you're here with your husband, and he's out drinking and partying." She replied with a short voice message, "What if the foreigner hears this and gets into trouble?" "Then just tell him we're doing our own thing, and we won't restrict each other tonight. You've had one-night stands before, and your husband doesn't object," and so on. After reading it, my wife replied with a few kiss emojis and slowly walked back to the hotel with the foreigner.

Normally, we probably couldn't do this. But on this night, in Phuket, with alcohol, music, men and women, everything was about to happen so quickly. At this moment, my heart was pounding. Besides the effects of the alcohol, there was an indescribable feeling inside me—a sour, tight feeling. I didn't know whether I should be angry or excited about being cuckolded. Looking at the WeChat messages from earlier, still slightly tipsy, I couldn't quite believe it. I had sent them all to my wife; I had been cooperating with her in hooking up with another man and sleeping with him. It seemed the die was cast tonight, so I should just let it go. Even my wife was so bold (though she had more experience than me), what did I have to hold back? I followed them back to the hotel, watching them swipe their cards and enter their room from a distance at the end of the second-floor corridor. I then went back to the lobby and found a corner to sit down. For the next half hour, I was like a cat on a hot tin roof, utterly tormented. My heart wouldn't slow down. The alcohol had calmed my nerves, but instead, I felt a growing excitement, as if I couldn't wait to get into the room and witness some scenes that would make my blood boil.

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I've been quite busy with work and family matters lately. With the year-end and the Spring Festival approaching, there are many work and family matters to handle one by one. It's been over a month since my last blog post. I'm still unsure when I'll have the time to sit down and finish writing about the Phuket trip. I don't know where else to write this kind of diary entry besides here; after all, everyone needs a channel to vent. I wrote the above in one go without much deliberation, so some sentences might not be very fluent. Please forgive me; because I want to record the truth, not write a novel.

In general, since the incident at Kowloon Villa (actually, that wasn't the beginning, it was just the first time I discovered the situation) until now, a little over a month later, the state between my wife and me (referring to the events at the amusement park) has changed a lot. Actually, even if I hadn't noticed anything unusual at first, my wife had been doing all this unilaterally all along. Now, I've just discovered it, and after struggling with the decision, I chose compromise over outburst. So, either I ignore it and let her indulge herself, or I get involved and play along with her. Perhaps there's no other option but compromise. The Phuket incident was just a way for me to half-heartedly confess to my wife under the sun, on the beach, with alcohol, and in a relaxed environment, giving her a signal of "I agree."

To be honest, I don't have a complete plan for what will happen next, nor can I think that far ahead. After all, this is real life, not a novel; every step is real, not just words. There's a saying that life is like being raped; if you can't resist, then slowly enjoy it!

In general, since the Kowloon Resort incident (actually, that wasn't the beginning, it was just the first time I discovered the situation) until now, a little over a month later, the state between my wife and me (referring to what happened at the amusement park) has changed a lot. Actually, even if I hadn't noticed anything unusual at first, my wife was still doing all this unilaterally. Now, I've just discovered it, and after struggling with the decision, I chose compromise over outburst. So, either I ignore it and let her indulge herself, or I get involved and play along. Perhaps there's no other option but compromise. The Phuket incident was just a way for me to half-heartedly confess to my wife under the sun, on the beach, with alcohol, and in a relaxed environment, giving her a signal of "I agree." To be honest, I don't have a complete plan for what will happen next, nor can I think that far ahead. After all, this is real life, not a novel; every step is real, not just words. There's a saying that life is like being raped; if you can't resist, then just enjoy it!
Since I have some free time today, I'll continue writing, since the Phuket incident isn't completely over yet. First of all, I wish all my fellow enthusiasts a Happy New Year and a happy family! Here, I mainly want to record my psychological journey, to recreate some of the situations at the time, and also to document this wonderful journey.

That day, after watching my wife and that foreigner go into their room, I went downstairs to the lobby and sat down. My feelings were complicated—nervousness, jealousy, and a touch of excitement. I asked the waiter for a glass of ice water, hoping to calm down the hallucinations brought on by the alcohol all night. I kept looking back at our chat history from earlier that evening; the striking messages reaffirmed that it wasn't a hallucination, and that I had practically dragged my wife out. There's a famous saying online: "If you choose to have sex, you have to finish it, even if it hurts." Applying this to me, it's like: "If you choose to be cuckolded, you have to wear it, even if it makes you angry." We had agreed that I would come in half an hour after them; although I gulped down ice water and even asked the waiter for another glass, the effects of the alcohol and adrenaline were still hard to suppress. I sent my wife two messages, not knowing what kind of reply I was hoping for, but I received nothing. If I had been sober then, I would have realized that those two wouldn't have had time to touch their phones in the room. Lost in a jumble of thoughts, I noticed the time again—it was already 12:40. They'd been inside for almost an hour. I went upstairs to the room, my footsteps growing lighter with each step. Reaching the door, my heart pounded uncontrollably. My hand, holding the room key, tightened with nervousness; I hesitated to open the door. I pressed my ear against the door, trying to hear what was happening inside. I thought to myself, at that moment, I must have been the epitome of a cuckold, a cuckolded husband! I could hear the occasional male voice, but mostly the wife's soft moans and the two men's laughter. Instead of opening the door immediately, I retraced my steps back down the corridor to the lobby. My mind raced, trying to reconcile the thought process: if I opened the door and saw what was inside, how would I start a conversation? What if my wife was already naked, being played with in his hands? What if they were engaged in sexual intercourse? What if they were already doing it a second time? What if
one of them was about to climax? What if… I thought and thought, no matter what the scenario, it wouldn't be a simple chat under the covers. What if we were face to face, my wife experiencing both pain and pleasure beneath him? What would I say? Should I ask him, "Dude, are you enjoying yourself?!"… In the end, I didn't go into the room. Faced with this situation, I couldn't get past the hurdle.

Upstairs, my wife and that foreigner were enjoying each other's bodies; downstairs, the 30-degree Celsius heat of Phuket at night contrasted with the cool air conditioning in the hotel lobby—this contrast probably represented my conflicted feelings at that moment! I leaned against the sofa in a corner of the lobby and drifted off to sleep. When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn, 6:10 AM. The morning air in Phuket was exceptionally cool. I hadn't gone back to my room all night, until dawn. There was a text message from my wife on my phone, a little after 5: "The foreigner just left, I'm going to catch up on some sleep. Why didn't you come into the room last night?" I got up; now I could go back to the room. The room was a mess. Towels and cans were scattered on the floor, and my wife's shoes, clothes, and underwear were strewn about on the sofa and in the corner of the bed. Of course, there were also more than one torn condom wrapper. My wife was sleeping soundly; she had only been asleep for an hour. Although I hadn't slept well at all last night, I wasn't tired. On the contrary, I was very concerned, not like I was watching a live broadcast. I forced my wife to get up and told her to go have breakfast with me. Although she was reluctant, she got up and went to the dining room with me. I couldn't wait to know what had happened in the room the night before; that feeling was probably written all over my face. My wife didn't fuss. She wasn't hungry yet, only took a glass of milk, probably still needing to sober up.

I was just wondering how to get to the point when my wife spoke up herself. She said they had a wild night in the room, sleeping with the foreigner several times. The foreigner was clearly a seasoned womanizer, very good at setting the mood. My wife was also quite drunk; it was the first time she'd ever slept with someone she'd just met. She said she hadn't thought much about it at the time; they were both just letting loose because of the alcohol. Of course, my wife didn't know then that I'd confirmed her relationship with that guy from the company, otherwise I wouldn't have been so unsuspecting about her so-called "first time" of cheating. My wife said that when they entered the room, the foreigner started getting restless, his hands groping her body, constantly praising her figure and how beautiful she was. My wife was already half-drunk, so she only understood half of what he said. She was already scantily clad, and in no time, he'd stripped her down to her underwear. She said the foreigner wanted to go straight to her, but my wife told him she needed to take a shower first. So the foreigner stripped naked too, and they squeezed into the shower together. The shower room, which was only about one square meter in size, was crammed with two grown women. It was less of a shower and more of foreplay. The foreigner tried to kiss her several times, but my wife avoided him, saying she was still a little hesitant. He didn't try again, but he explored all her other sensitive areas. My wife's sensitive areas included her cheek, collarbone, breasts, back, and groin. The foreigner was groping her body, stimulating her while complimenting her, saying it was his first time with an Asian woman and it was very exciting. Whether he was telling the truth or not, my wife said she didn't care at the time, but this foreigner was really good at manipulating women; she almost lost control several times, saying she really wanted to have sex with him right then and there.

Later, after showering, they went to bed. My wife lay naked, and the foreigner gave her oral sex from head to toe. She said it was really exciting, the first time in her life she had experienced a man kissing her all over her body, and he was very patient throughout, not in a hurry at all. At that moment, my wife was incredibly aroused. She said that when they finally kissed on the cheek, it was so natural and effortless that she just wanted to French kiss him. She said that while they were kissing, she was simultaneously holding his penis and stroking it; she was already very wet. The foreigner put on a condom, and their first time was in the bedroom in the missionary position. My wife said his penis was indeed larger, feeling completely full, but she wasn't particularly hard, perhaps because she hadn't given him oral sex before or because of the alcohol. They didn't keep track of the time, but they both enjoyed it immensely. My wife said that since it was her first time with a stranger, especially a foreigner, it was incredibly exciting. The second time was at the foreigner's request. He made my wife stand in front of the French windows on the balcony, and he entered her from behind. He even deliberately left the curtains open, preventing my wife from closing them. My wife said her heart was pounding, afraid of being seen by people across the street because the buildings were so close together. It was past 2 a.m., and she felt a little relieved, but she didn't dare to scream as loudly as the first time. Most of the time, she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to keep her voice down. This time, the foreigner wasn't as gentlemanly or gentle as the first time. The wife said that the entire time was almost purely a cathartic thrusting and pumping inside her. Halfway through, the wife couldn't take it anymore and begged him to be gentler, so the foreigner restrained himself a little. When he ejaculated, he didn't tell the wife; he pulled out, removed the condom, and sprayed his semen all over the wife's buttocks and body. As soon as the wife finished and turned around, the foreigner pressed her head down, knelt on the ground, and waved his semen-covered penis in front of her face. The wife said she understood what he meant, and after two "unions," she said she wasn't too resistant to the man's body anymore. She looked up and met the foreigner's gaze, then lowered her head and took his glans into her mouth.

They had made love twice and were both quite tired. The foreigner was drenched in sweat, almost as if he'd just taken a shower, so they decided to rest in bed. He held his wife in his arms, caressing her breasts and genitals—he had explored every inch of her body. His wife said they slept for a while and didn't notice the time; she'd completely forgotten about him until he was about to leave, when she remembered he was still outside. When she woke up, she got up to shower. She was fixing her hair in front of the bathroom mirror when the foreigner got up and entered the bathroom. He embraced her and kissed her back. His wife said she was very aroused at that moment, and even after being hugged and kissed for a while, she wanted more. She gestured for him to put on a condom, but he said he didn't want one this time. His wife disagreed, saying she still had her limits. Their final compromise was that his wife would give him oral sex, and then they would have anal sex. I was a little shocked when I heard this. My wife had never been so uninhibited during sex with me. She said that when she was giving the foreigner oral sex, she specifically examined and compared his penis. It was very white, and the pubic hair was very clean. The size was indeed larger than the average Chinese man's, and even larger than mine (holy crap...), and the testicles weren't small either. I realized there was something wrong with what she said. Right now, the "average Chinese man" in her bed was probably just me. Did she accidentally let something slip?! But I didn't bother to interrupt her at the time. After she finished giving the foreigner oral sex, my wife turned around, and the foreigner pushed her onto the sink and entered her from behind. The foreigner was observing my wife's reaction, and this time he didn't just ejaculate right away. Although the orgasm was a bit sudden, my wife said that at the time, the foreigner held her buttocks and fucked her hard. In the mirror in front of her was herself, naked with messy long hair, and a muscular white man behind her thrusting into her. The foreigner had one hand on her shoulder and the other on her right breast, while simultaneously penetrating her. All of this was reflected perfectly in the mirror, which she found
quite stimulating, even embarrassing to look directly at herself. Ultimately, the foreigner ejaculated inside her, so it was a mutually satisfying outcome.

My wife reminisced about everything that had happened a few hours earlier, mentioning that the foreigner had invited her to sunbathe at the beach that afternoon and have dinner together that evening. She said the decision was hers; she would decide whether to accept or decline before lunch. To be honest, I needed to clear my head before thinking things through, because my mind was filled with the erotic images my wife had described. It must be noted that all the details above weren't recounted by my wife at breakfast; many were things she recalled bit by bit through our subsequent discussions. I've simply pieced them all together today, and I think it's comprehensive enough. Of course, I can't guarantee there wasn't some exaggeration in my wife's story, but whenever we talked about those things in Phuket, her face lit up with joy, an irrepressible happiness and excitement radiating from her. Actually, I've realized that my wife did these things while studying abroad, the only difference being that it was during their dating phase, and now it's during their marriage. Putting that aside, what I'm doing now is simply helping her reopen that window after marriage; once she opens her heart, she won't need anyone to guide or instruct her on what to do next. It's like once you learn to drive or ride a bicycle, you'll never forget how to handle them; it's just that the road conditions are different each time, requiring flexibility. Now, my wife has a "lover" at home (whether there's a second one, I haven't found any clues yet), and she had a one-night stand in Phuket. I think her window is open now; instead of deceiving ourselves, we should just let nature take its course and enjoy the sunshine outside.

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