[Reprint] My wife and I's story, let me tell you slowly (Part 2)

Little C left, and my wife and I returned to our peaceful life. She and he still communicated via text message and phone. I reminded her, "You need to be careful,

don't let him get too involved, otherwise we'll be doing something really wrong." My wife said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Besides, he's much more mature than you think." I

thought about it again, and it made sense. Last year, my wife treated him like an immature child, while I treated him like a mature adult. But the reality had unknowingly reversed

: my wife treated him like an adult, while I treated him like a child.

One day after work, I walked in the door and saw my wife's shoes at the entrance, knowing she had come home before me. However, there was no sign of cooking

. I called out, "Honey, what are you doing?" My wife's voice came from the study, a little flustered: "Nothing much, just looking up some information on the computer

." I went into the study, and my wife was frantically closing a webpage. I said, "You rascal, why are you checking things against pornography?" My wife covered up, saying, "

What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just checking some things I need for work." I went to the computer, and the disc containing the romantic moments between her and Xiao C had clearly been moved.

I reached for the CD and asked my wife, "Is this your work?" My wife blushed and ran out of the room, leaving behind the words, "I'm not

talking to you anymore, you boring old man..." I sat down at the computer, opened Internet Explorer, and checked the history. Some sensitive words popped up: 3P, couples having sex...

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

and said, "No way, I've only been gone a few days and I'm already missing him." I said, "If you're not missing him, why are you looking at the CD?" My wife

said, "No, I was just looking for another CD and casually moved that one somewhere." I said to my wife, "You silly girl, remember next time, after logging into some sensitive websites, don't forget to clear your browser history

. It doesn't matter at home, but you must remember when using the work computer." My words startled my wife, and she asked, "How did you know I logged into sensitive websites

?" I said, "Don't you know there's a history section in Internet Explorer?" Hearing this, my wife quickly pulled my hand and led me to the study, saying anxiously:

"Tell me quickly, how do I check?" I went to the computer and opened the browsing history; all the websites she had just visited were clearly visible. My wife blushed instantly

. I asked, "Did you also log onto those websites using the work computer?" My wife said, "No, absolutely not. The work computer is always for work

." I said, "Then it's alright, honey, don't worry." My wife still said with lingering fear, "Looks like I'll have to find a computer training class tomorrow to learn properly.

I still don't know what that history button does. It's really scary." I said, "Hehe, when you had your computer training at work, you skipped it to take our daughter

shopping. Now you know you were wrong, right?"

That evening, sitting on the sofa watching TV, I suddenly remembered the websites she had visited during the day, so I asked her, "Why did you think of looking up articles about threesomes?"

"My wife said, 'Nothing, just looking around.' I asked, 'You've been thinking about it?' My wife flatly denied it, then snuggled closer to me and said, 'Lately, I've been

having thought a lot about finding you a woman, but I always feel like I'm doing you a disservice.' I put an arm around her and said, 'Honey, there's nothing to be ashamed of. My foolish days are

over. You should quickly dismiss this idea. I'm not interested in any of your young people's tricks anymore.' My wife said, 'How about we

seduce one of your female classmates sometime?' I said, 'Don't be so shameless. Stop thinking about respectable women.' My wife retorted indignantly, 'Hmph, she's a respectable woman. Otherwise, would she be

ruining my husband?' I said, 'Don't be disgusting. Your husband is a pure young girl. To say you're "ruining" him makes people...'" Hearing this, I almost laughed my teeth out. My wife

said, "Of course, in my eyes, my husband is like a pure young girl." I pushed her away and said, "You naughty thing, are you trying to be gay? Looking for a beating

?" My wife grinned and leaned closer, "Dad, I just feel bad for you." I said, "Good girl, don't be naughty. Don't overthink it. When I really

meet a woman I like, I'll tell you." Hearing this, my wife started being unreasonable again: "You old bastard, you're not allowed to like anyone else!" I said, "Look

, look, it's you to the left, it's you to the right. In your eyes, I'm like a turtle on a chopping board, whether I stick my head out or not, I'll die." My wife laughed, "Just kidding, don't take it

seriously, you little rascal."

Lying in bed thinking about these things, I realized that things were steadily improving,

much better than I had originally expected. At least, my wife's happiness now is genuine. She goes to and from work cheerfully every day, spends her free time studying fashion magazines and researching clothing

styles, and she's not as easily exasperated with our daughter as she used to be. Seeing these subtle changes in my wife, I feel I've achieved my goal.

Summer is approaching, and the weather is gradually becoming warmer. One evening, after dinner, my wife and I sat on a bench in the community's leisure garden, watching

couples strolling around us, and in the distance, several children playing together. I said to my wife, "Honey, what do you think people around us

would think if they knew about us?" My wife thought for a moment and said, "I can't imagine, it's terrifying. I bet many women, while secretly envying me, would still verbally call me shameless,

and many men would laugh at me for being a slut. In the end, we'd be drowned in spittle." I said, "When facing reality, I often feel disoriented, like I'm in the Two-Faced Kingdom of 'Flowers in

the Mirror '." My wife said, "Perhaps our behavior really is too unconventional. Let alone others not accepting it, even a few years ago, if I heard

about this, I wouldn't have been able to accept it either, let alone imagine it happening to me." I said, "Forget it, let's not think about it so much. Simplicity is happiness, and happiness is simplicity

. As long as we're happy, who cares what others think? I'll spoil you like this for the rest of my life, no matter what."

Sometimes, I really don't understand those who condemn us. Their behavior is very similar to bringing someone else's coffin into their own home and crying over it.

For example , there are often people who criticize others' lifestyles, even though those people haven't harmed or bothered them. This is like

sitting a stranger suddenly bursts in, angrily pointing his finger at you and saying, "Your posture is bad! You need to change to a more dignified posture, or I can't stand it

!" — Dude, who told you to stand it? It's my own home, why should you tell me how I sit? So, with this kind of person, you don't need to reason with them; just stand up

and kick them out the door.

We often hear things like this in the public media, such as when condemning the United States, saying, "This is a multipolar, pluralistic world, and different

ideologies should be allowed to coexist." — Leaving aside whether Saddam Hussein truly deserved to be beaten, most people would agree with the idea of ideological coexistence. If Christianity were to try...

Attempting to eradicate Islam is wrong. At worst, everyone should just go their own way and not bother each other.

A healthy society should also be multipolar and diverse. For example, a large wealth gap isn't inherently terrible. Take the US, for instance.

Is the wealth gap between Bill Gates and an average unemployed American huge? Absolutely. Yet, American society is remarkably stable. A crucial, and perhaps only,

reason is that besides the two extremes of wealth, there's a third pole: the middle class. This largest group maintains social stability.

In contrast, if China only had two extremes—a group of people extremely wealthy while everyone else is destitute—that would be disastrous. The most important thing for a country to consider

isn't eliminating wealth inequality, but rather how to quickly create a third pole—a group that is neither extremely rich nor extremely poor—

to serve as the backbone of society. This is what a healthy society should be like. A crucial element of a stable society. Zhong Xiang was the first in China to proclaim

the slogan "Equalize wealth and status," and over eight hundred years later, looking at the world today, no country has truly achieved this. Every country that has attempted to force this

has invariably ended up with "equalization of status and poverty."

The reason I've said so much is to ultimately lead to our topic: behavioral patterns in a pluralistic society.

A healthy pluralistic society should allow for the coexistence of multiple behavioral patterns, but with one prerequisite: they must not harm the interests of others. The world is

not simply a matter of right and wrong; more often, there are borderline behaviors that fall between right and wrong. There is an important principle in criminal law: "No act is a crime unless expressly defined by law." "So

, can we say that 'actions that don't harm others are not wrong'? I think this is absolutely correct.

If someone's actions don't harm you or the public interest, you may not understand them and therefore cannot accept them. However, unless someone forces you to understand or

accept them, you have no right to condemn, ridicule, or oppose them. Otherwise, it's like barging into someone's house and forcing the homeowner to change their posture—

a very obnoxious act. If you feel indignant about this, it's like bringing someone else's coffin to your own house to cry over—absurd and foolish. For example

, I cannot accept sadomasochistic (S/M) behavior, nor can I accept homosexual behavior. However, I don't think those behaviors are abnormal, nor do I think they

should be condemned. For example, regarding S/M, through Academician Li Yinhe's analysis..." We now understand that this is actually a very normal behavior, similar to the consensual relationship between

Zhou Yu and Huang Gai. Some people derive intense sexual pleasure from being the abuser, while others derive it from the abuser. It's their private affair

, and it's none of your business. Unless a sadist runs around in the street with a whip or breaks into your home to forcibly whip you, or a submissive begs you to whip them, it's not

your place to think it's abnormal. Let me repeat: it's none of your concern. It's like how I strongly dislike stinky tofu, but I don't think it's perverse for others to enjoy it

. On the contrary, those who criticize others for eating stinky tofu simply because they dislike it are truly perverse.

Yesterday, I saw a post in the discussion forum about "One Tree Stands Alone," and a friend named xiehou commented brilliantly. Here's an excerpt:
"First of all, I want to clarify that I don't approve of or will engage in friendships (this is a personal choice, and there's no disdain or contempt involved), but I will respect other people's lifestyles."

Society moves forward, and individual space and rights will gradually be recognized and respected by others. The ancient saying, "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you," perfectly encapsulates this.
If everyone thought this way, would those absurdities still exist?

Whether globally or specifically in China, S/M, homosexuality, group sex, and so on, are still relatively

small groups. I truly don't understand why moral guardians are so frightened.

In contemporary China, although many people spout benevolence and morality, loudly praising unwavering fidelity, there is one fact we absolutely cannot ignore: truly

lifelong faithful couples are extremely rare. I'm not exaggerating when I say that the number of truly faithful couples

is even fewer than the number of couples participating in matchmaking services. And even more... Many couples choose deception, fooling both themselves and others; otherwise, brothels wouldn't proliferate despite repeated bans. Look around us—friends

, colleagues—how many are truly faithful? How many of your colleagues are secretly having affairs? How many of your friends haven't frequented prostitutes? Do you know

? —Because such things are so common, we've become numb, and few people find it abnormal. It's like a political arena where corruption is rampant; everyone is corrupt

, and no one laughs at anyone else. Everyone considers it normal. But is it really normal? It's astonishing that the Chinese, who often boast of traditional virtues, have stooped to

relying on deception as the foundation of... To maintain a facade of unwavering fidelity in marriage, while those self-proclaimed moral paragons who

can , seems laughable or utterly pathetic.

Returning to the issue of marital intimacy, if a couple, through honest communication, willingly accepts this practice and genuinely

feels it's better than each going out for pleasure in secret, and then shares it with another couple who share the same sentiments, with mutual attraction and affection

, what does it have to do with outsiders? What interests of yours are harmed? What interests of the public are harmed? He deliberately went to someone's door and peeked through the crack, then

yelled that he couldn't stand it anymore. Was he just bored and had nothing better to do? I think this behavior is not only pathetic, but also genuinely perverted. That's true perversion.

Time flies so fast. In two more months, we'll have known Xiao C for a year. Many things have happened in this year, enough to make us re-examine

our lives, leading to a deeper understanding and appreciation of life, family, and love.

After this semester, Xiao C will finish his student life and enter the workforce. My wife and I had asked him about his plans after graduation, and Xiao C had always nonchalantly

replied, "I haven't thought about it yet, I'll see when the time comes." "A couple of days ago, he texted his wife saying he planned to move to our city after graduation. This idea

worried me a lot, not so much about anything else, but mainly because I was afraid he'd become too deeply attached to his wife and end up hurting himself. If that happened, my wife and I

would be truly committing a terrible sin.

One evening, I called him again to ask about his plans after graduation. Little C said, 'It's basically settled now; I'm going back to XX city (note: our

hometown).' I asked him, 'Why did you choose this city?' Little C said, 'I had originally planned to go to Beijing or Shanghai, but it's too far from my parents…'"

My parents strongly disagreed, saying it wouldn't be easy to establish myself in a big city, so they finally decided to return to XX city, which wasn't far from home. Afterwards, Little C said with a grin, "

Isn't that great? I'm close to my older siblings, and I can see you anytime." Little C's explanation eased my tension considerably.

One evening near the end of June, while having dinner with my wife, she said, "Little C texted me today saying that because this is his last summer vacation

, he's not planning to come home yet. He wants to go directly to Mount Emei for a few days before returning." I said, "Oh, that's normal. After starting work, there's not much free time."

My wife didn't say anything more.

After dinner, my wife was alone in front of the computer, usually playing Go or cards in the game room at this time, occasionally watching a movie

. When I went to the study to find a book, I found my wife browsing a website about tourist attractions, specifically Mount Emei. I joked, "

What are you doing ? Want to go to Mount Emei too?" "My wife said, 'Hehe, just looking around.'

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

: 'Go to Mount Emei? I've been so busy lately, how could I have time to go to Mount Emei with you?' My wife stammered, 'Then, I'll go by myself.' Only then did I realize what she

meant, and I grabbed her ear: 'Huh? You little rascal, you're getting out of hand, aren't you? You want to fly away with your lover and roam the world? Are you trying to drive

me crazy?' Hearing me say that, my wife got a little nervous and quickly said, 'I was just saying, old man, why are you so anxious?' I thought for a moment and said to my wife

, 'Don't be nervous, it's not that I don't want you to go. I don't have any worries about you, it's him I'm worried about. After all, he's still young. If you let him get

too , wouldn't that ruin him?'" "My wife said, 'Okay, okay, that shows you're rational. I'll listen to you and not go, alright?'

My wife quickly fell asleep, but I kept thinking about it. It wasn't that I didn't want my wife to go with him alone; on the contrary, I felt that if I let her

go, it would show that I was being selfish. After all, Little C isn't a true adult yet. Society and life are still blank

slates for him. In the future, he will have his own lover and family. If this incident leaves a bad shadow on him, the harm could be unexpected. For example, Spielberg's

films like *Saving Private Ryan* and *Band of Brothers* are classic reflections on war from an adult's perspective." It's a powerful work, but the gory scenes

are unacceptable to children. It's going too far to show a group of children this and then try to make them accept it.

But thinking of my wife's inner desires, my heart softened. Looking at my wife sleeping peacefully beside me, I recalled our courtship days. Back then, we

often dreamed of traveling together, but due to financial constraints, it remained just a dream. Now, our financial situation is better, but we seem to have lost

that youthful passion. Before falling asleep, in a hazy state, I made a decision: I would grant my wife's request and let her travel through the time tunnel. Let's go back to the way things were. As for other

concerns, we'll deal with them later. As the saying goes, there's always a way out...

At this point, some might question: Aren't you portraying yourself as too noble? It's understandable to always consider your wife's feelings, but to also

consider your wife's lover's feelings seems a bit far-fetched, doesn't it?

Don't worry, let me explain. Regarding Little C, rather than saying I'm considering his feelings, it's actually ultimately for our own sake. I want to ensure

I maintain control of this game. However, if Little C gets too deeply involved and can't extricate himself, it could very well lead to... It could hurt my wife, even jeopardize our family, something

I absolutely cannot allow.

The next morning, waking up to the sunlight streaming through the window, I suddenly regretted it. To be honest, I haven't reached a state of complete selflessness yet; I

need more time to consider this. Thinking about it now, I'm terrified. Thankfully, I didn't let the ambiguous atmosphere of the previous night cloud my judgment and hastily agree to my wife's request.

For the next few days, my wife didn't mention it again, and neither did I. However, a hidden impulse lingered within me, and I almost agreed to her request many times. One

evening, I casually asked my wife, "Do you really want to go to Mount Emei?" Without hesitation, she replied decisively, "I really don't want to anymore. I just

mentioned it casually the other day; don't take it to heart." I said, "Actually, I don't know what I'm thinking. From your perspective, I really want you to go, but

this matter makes me very uneasy. To be honest, I still can't bear to part with you." My wife leaned in and hugged my arm, saying, "Darling, I understand. I went

too . Please don't take it to heart, or I'll feel terribly guilty." I kissed my wife: "Sweetie, don't blame me." My wife playfully pinched my nose: "Alright

, what's there to explain? I know it's because you care about me. I've said it many times, I was too much." I stared blankly at the white wall opposite me,

hesitant to speak . After a long while, my wife leaned on my shoulder and said softly, "Honey, was I too demanding?" I hugged her: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not that

serious." "

That night, lying in bed, I couldn't sleep again. Re-examining my wife's desire to travel alone with her lover, the more I thought about it, the colder it became. I kept

asking myself: Have I really spoiled my wife too much? The situation has progressed as follows: First, my wife only had a crush on C

, but with my encouragement and planning, they had a physical relationship. At this point, my wife's attitude was either rejection or half-hearted acceptance. Second,

I voluntarily left home, leaving the entire house to my wife and her lover, which she readily accepted. Third, when I was home, I also provided my wife with opportunities

to secretly engage in such behavior, even with my knowledge. By this time, my wife was overjoyed.

And now? My wife has actually proposed a trip alone with her lover! The level of arousal is escalating step by step—how is this any different from drug addiction? What will be the outcome if this continues?

Is there a conclusion?" Still no result? After experiencing increasingly intense stimulation, can she return to her original, ordinary life?

I believe that when a person loves their partner to a certain degree, they can enter a state of complete selflessness. I've already done that for my wife. I think, at least

in China today, there aren't many men who can spoil their wives like I do without any principles. However, although I'm certain I won't lose my wife, and although I'm certain this

family won't be destroyed, if my actions result in her becoming increasingly addicted, like a drug addict, wouldn't that not only harm her but also myself?

Some say, "Daytime belongs to life, nighttime belongs to existence." This is very true. Under the sunlight, we are forced to be like a fully wound-up second hand, exhausted from

the hustle and bustle of life, exhausted from the pretense we wear out of helplessness or instinct. So, when night falls, people are more likely to fall into a deeper reflection on the true nature of life.

If life is described as a protracted, never-ending struggle, then by day we fight with others, and by night we fight with ourselves. I often find

myself entangled in inexplicable emotions, pondering perhaps meaningless questions, such as: Who am I? What do I really want? Is what I have now what

I desire? During the day, facing the complex and chaotic work, and dealing with colleagues or strangers, I often appear overly rational, sometimes

even bordering on cold-blooded. But at night, when I hold my wife, who is like a soft, limp animal, in my arms, I feel as if my entire being melts away.

I can understand why King You of Zhou indulged Bao Si so excessively. I can say with certainty that if I were the emperor, I would be an even more despicable ruler than King You . I can also understand the Duke of Windsor, who loved beauty more than his throne. I would have done the same. What is the meaning of

a cold, hard throne if one cannot be with the one they love ?

Often, my sense of right and wrong deviates significantly from the norm. Many incompetent rulers

, like Emperor Huizong of Song and Li Yu, are seen as exemplary men. I often think that their poor governance wasn't their fault; the mistake lay in placing them in the wrong positions. Otherwise, Zhao Jie might have become

another romantic figure surpassing Tang Bohu, while Li Yu could have leisurely enjoyed a boat trip on West Lake with Xiao Zhouhou, instead of the tragic fate of "the day of hasty departure from the temple, when the court musicians still played farewell

songs."

The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans possess the capacity for deep thought. However, I don't know whether this deep thinking is a good thing or

a bad thing for marriage or family. People who think deeply understand how to cultivate their marriages, and this cultivation is a deliberate act. Conversely, if we think about certain animals, we are

deeply moved by many of their instinctive behaviors. Take swans and red-crowned cranes, for example. These are two very strange animals; they can remain faithful

to . If one dies, the other will live a solitary life—something humans find very difficult to do.

Once, my wife and I were watching TV when a seemingly ordinary program almost brought us to tears: a news report told

the story of an animal—a white domestic duck that had been secretly taken to a zoo and abandoned by its owner. Luckily, the duck met and fell in love with a wild duck in the park's river.

Curious park staff secretly recorded many scenes of the two ducks playing happily. However, as the weather turned cold, tragedy struck: the wild ducks migrated south

, and the domestic duck's lover was no exception. The wild duck flew repeatedly into the sky, only to be called back time and again by its lover's mournful cries. The weather grew colder and colder,

and the two ducks clung to each other in despair. The wild duck continued its repeated attempts to fly away, circling and quacking around the domestic duck each time, trying

to call its mate to join it. The poor domestic duck could only flap its vestigial wings in vain, watching its mate in the sky, running desperately on the ground

. The wild duck, unwilling to leave, could only repeatedly land back on the ground. The river froze, and if the wild duck didn't leave, it would face death. Finally, the wild duck flew away in despair

. From then on, the domestic duck mourned every day in the direction its lover had flown away.

These scenes were all recorded by the staff with a DV camera. This program made my wife cry buckets of tears, and she planned to call the TV station or park to adopt

the poor domestic duck, but because it was in a very far place, she ultimately gave up (I think this happened in Nanjing). In the days that followed, my wife

repeatedly asked me, somewhat naively, "Honey, you won't fly away like that wild duck, will you?" I teased her, "Don't worry, I won't fly. I'll just take the train." Hearing

this , my wife playfully punched me while hugging me, saying, "Then you'd better buy at least three tickets, for me and our daughter."

On November 4th, a friend named Davidhan commented, describing how he faced the flowing water beneath his boat early in the morning, missing his beloved wife who had passed away in a car accident

. To be honest, reading that short but deeply sorrowful passage made me cry. I truly felt his anguish and despair. Some

separations are forever. I sincerely wish this friend a speedy recovery from his grief. I'm certain that your precious daughter in heaven wouldn't want you to be

unhappy, wouldn't want you to be unhappy. She's watching you from there, and your current state would worry her greatly. To this material world, we are all

merely passersby. The days a hundred years from now are our eternity. All separations are only temporary; you two will eventually reunite in eternity. Then, you

can make it up to her.

Early July arrived in the blink of an eye, and Little C's graduation day drew closer. My wife seemed to have forgotten about the trip to Mount Emei, never mentioning it again, but my anxiety

grew increasingly severe.

One evening, my wife was giving a bath to a small dog. —There's a story behind this dog.

Below, I'll dedicate a section to the story of this dog:

This dog wasn't originally ours; it was just an ordinary pet dog. I don't know what breed it was; it looked like a Pekingese, but its fur was a dull gray

, giving it an unclean appearance. A few years ago, one day, my wife and I were chatting in the community garden when this little dog wandered around nearby. My wife called to it

, and it wagged its tail and ran over. My wife stroked the puppy's head and said, "Honey, look how clear its eyes are." I pulled her

hand away and said, "Do you know if it's sick? It's filthy, why are you touching it like that?" My wife said, "Then let's take it home and wash it." I said,

"Don't be silly, it's disgusting." My wife ignored me: "No, I'm going to wash it, it's none of your business." After saying that, my wife picked up the puppy and walked home. I hurriedly followed behind,

saying, "Put it down quickly, what if the owner sees us and thinks we stole a dog?" My wife said, "If an owner could let it be this dirty, I don't care, so be

it." So, when we got home, my wife put the dog in a basin of water, washed it, and dried its fur with a hairdryer. Only then did my wife and I realize that the dog

wasn't actually that dirty; its fur was just that color.

After the bath, the puppy excitedly circled around my wife. My wife rummaged through the refrigerator and took out some sausages and fries to feed it, and gave it a name that

made me want vomit: Liu Fugui (meaning "Rich and Powerful Liu"). Watching my wife and the dog chattering away, I was reminded of my daughter when she was little. Back then, my wife would often

talk nonsense to our daughter, who couldn't understand much yet. That night, before bed, I said to my wife, "You should let the dog out." My wife said, "No, Liu Fugui is

ours now." I said, "Stop it! Look at the name you gave it, like a village chief. If you want a dog, buy one yourself. What kind of

behavior ?" My wife thought for a moment and said, "How about letting it stay here for one night and then letting it go tomorrow?" After getting my agreement, my wife went to the balcony, found a cardboard

box, put in a sofa cushion, and made a bed for the dog. However, the dog wasn't happy. Every time my wife put it in, it jumped out, and this happened several times.

After that, my wife gave up.

That night, my wife and I were passionately making love in bed when the puppy started causing trouble outside the bedroom door, whimpering and scratching at the door. At first, we ignored it;

it's normal for a puppy to be uncomfortable in a new environment. But soon, a loud "BANG!" suddenly came from the living room, and I was terrified. I jumped out of bed and ran to

the living room, where I was almost furious at what I saw: the coffee table was overturned, the water glass was broken, and all the books on the coffee table were soaked. And

the puppy, was curled up in the sofa, looking at me in fear. I angrily rushed over, grabbed the annoying puppy, opened the bedroom door, and threw it out. The puppy yelped and ran away. I

closed the bedroom door and turned around, startled: my wife was glaring at me angrily. "Why did you hit it?" I said, "My goodness, when did I hit it? It's made

such a mess of the house, and you won't even let me throw it out?" My wife said, "Then just open the door and let it go. Why did you have to throw it? Could you handle being thrown like that

?" I was still furious, so I ignored my wife and went back to bed alone. My wife followed me in, lay down on the bed, and turned

her back to me in a defiant manner. At that moment, I felt nothing but intense resentment towards that annoying dog.

Later, whenever my wife encountered that little dog alone, it would still be extremely affectionate towards her, but if we were together, the dog would definitely turn

and run away. My wife would also occasionally bring the dog home to bathe it. Sometimes, I would pet it, but my affectionate actions would

terrify the dog, making me lose interest. Over time, although the dog was no longer as afraid of me as it was at first, it remained indifferent to me. It had readily accepted the name "Liu Fugui,"

and it had also accepted the little doghouse. Sometimes my wife would let it stay there overnight, and it behaved very well. Every time I brought it home, no matter

where it was playing, as soon as my wife called "Liu Fugui," it would immediately wag its tail and run over. I, on the other hand, fared much worse. For example, if it was lying not far from me

and I called "Liu Fugui," it would roll its eyes at me. If I called again, it still wouldn't move, at most wagging its tail quickly twice, and

you could it was impatient. I often had to endure my wife's teasing because of this.

The complete change in my relationship with Liu Fugui stemmed from one of my wife's long trips. One year, my wife went to Lianyungang for a two-week recuperation trip. It was called a recuperation trip, but it was really just

a company-sponsored trip organized by her work unit. After my wife left, I brought my daughter home; at that time, she wasn't in school yet. My daughter's two-day stay at home was incredibly stressful

. Every morning I had to get up early to prepare breakfast for her, then take her to kindergarten, and pick her up on time every evening. At home, she constantly pestered

me with various tricks, wanting stories, playing house, and I couldn't get anything done all evening. In desperation, I had to send this little rascal back to her grandparents'

house.

Alone at home, I suddenly felt incredibly lonely, desperately searching for my wife's presence. This was after my wife had secretly cheated on me. Since our

relationship had completely changed, I had become increasingly dependent on her. I hadn't considered any of this before she left. And my wife

wasn't , calling several times a day to complain that without me, being with her colleagues was pointless.

One evening, I ate a hasty dinner outside and returned to my apartment complex. Sitting alone on a garden chair, lost in thought, I noticed Liu Fugui lying nearby. In an instant,

I felt a deep sense of affection for him. I slowly walked over (afraid he would run away), squatted down beside him, and gently stroked him, saying, "Liu Fugui,

I miss your good friend so much. Do you miss her?" Liu Fugui sensed my kindness and gently wagged his tail. I picked him up and took him home. I boiled water to give Liu Fugui

a bath and then dried him with a hairdryer. Afterward, I sat on the sofa reading, and Liu Fugui obediently lay at my feet, glancing at me every now and then. I called my wife

: "Honey, don't worry about playing outside, I have someone to keep me company now." My wife was startled: "Don't do anything reckless, you might catch a disease." I said, "Don't worry

, our relationship is completely innocent." My wife said, "Don't lie to me, I don't believe you would bring another woman home." I said, "Who said a woman? I'm

talking about Liu Fugui." My wife finally laughed happily on the phone.

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

true owners.

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

After a while, my wife finished bathing Liu Fugui, opened the door, and let Liu Fugui go out and run around (in this season, I guess dogs are also in love, often staying out

all night ). I was half-reclined on the sofa, watching my wife walk around the room in my oversized shirt. I called to her, "Honey, come talk to me for a bit."

She obediently came over, wrapped her arms around my neck, and asked, "Old man, are you trying to lecture me again?" I sat up straight and said, "Sweetie, no nonsense, I'm

talking to you about something serious." My wife nodded, "Okay, go ahead." Looking at her smooth skin peeking out from under the shirt collar, I knew she was naked underneath, which

stirred a primal urge within me. —When it's just the two of us at home, my wife often wears my cotton shirts as pajamas. I don't know if you've ever noticed

a scene in Western movies: women often wear their husbands' oversized shirts at home, looking incredibly sexy. My wife has always had this hobby; often

after showering, she just casually throws one of my cotton shirts on.

I stood up, scooped my wife into my arms, and carried her to the bedroom. In my arms, she exaggeratedly whispered, "Help! There's a pervert..."

I placed her on the bed, quickly took off my clothes, and lay down, gently holding her in my arms. She kissed me while simultaneously reaching her hand towards my groin. I stroked her ear

and said, "Baby, don't be naughty yet. I need to talk to you about something serious." My wife obediently stopped what she was doing and looked at me. I said, "Baby, I've been thinking about this

for days. Why don't you go to Mount Emei?" My wife immediately became wary and said, "No, no, I can't bear to leave you alone at home... unless you

come with me." I said, "I mean it. I've been thinking about this for days. It hurts me to let you go; it hurts me even more not to let you go

. Between two evils, choose the lesser. You should go." My wife covered my mouth with her hand and said, "Honey, please don't say that. I really don't want to go. I know you've been thinking about

this for days, but I haven't been able to explain it to you. It's my fault; I shouldn't have made such an unreasonable request." I said, "No, you still have to go. This time, I'm

asking you to go, so you don't have to feel guilty. Asking you to go and agreeing to go are two different things." My wife said, "But I really don't want to go." I kissed

her and said, "Okay, if you really don't want to go, that's fine. I just don't want you to have any regrets, and this opportunity is truly rare. In the future..."

"Little C is going to get married eventually. Do you think you two can keep fooling around like this forever?" After a moment of silence, my wife said, "Aren't you afraid I'll give too much of my love for you to him

?" I said, "Silly girl, tell me now, how much love do you actually have? Let me tell you, love needs to be constantly developed, just like the human brain.

Once developed, its potential is limitless. If the human brain is never used, it will become increasingly dull. Love is the same; if it is developed well, its potential is also limitless." My wife didn't respond, but

pressed her soft lips to mine...

As the passion gradually subsided, my wife hugged me and asked, "Dad, why are you so good to me?" I said, "I don't know. I feel like I've been completely ruined by you.

When I'm with you, I'm like a fanatical religious fanatic. Can you understand why many Palestinian parents encourage their children to become suicide bombers?

" My wife said unreasonably, "I understand. I am a suicide bomber right now." I lightly slapped the little rascal and said, "You're smart. I'll

brainwash you first, and maybe one day you'll be willing to fight for me and give your life." No sooner had I finished speaking than my wife grabbed my penis and deliberately

said in a fierce tone, "I—want—to—castrate—you!" I said, "Tch, if you're willing, go ahead." My wife held my penis in her small hand, gently squeezing it, and said,

"Then, in the next life, I'll be a man, and you'll be my wife, so I can cherish you." I said, "Fine, you win. You really didn't waste your time working at the bank; you

've got a head start 3000 years." My wife said, "That's just what I meant." "

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

The next morning before work, I told my wife to contact Xiao C to find out his exact departure time from school, and then calculate the dates for them to meet in Chengdu. My wife

hesitated and said to me, 'Maybe we should just forget about it? Isn't this a bit too far-fetched?' I half-jokingly said, 'Don't overthink it. It's not far-fetched

. Many famous military strategists don't follow the established rules. We'll do the same. Just listen to my plan.' That morning at work, my wife called to tell me that

Xiao C would arrive in Chengdu in five days. After hanging up, I booked a flight for my wife online for five days later.

In the following days, my wife was often uneasy, saying to me from time to time, 'Dad, I don't want to go.' I resolutely said, 'Don't worry, once you

've made up your mind, go for it. There's no turning back.' " " Anyway, it'll only be a few days, a week or so, about the same time as a business trip. Just relax and have

fun. Consider it your way of fulfilling our shared dream."

As the trip drew closer, my wife was sometimes anxious, sometimes excited. I comforted her while helping her pack the necessities for the trip: toiletries, small medicines

, a change of clothes, a DV camera, and the shoes we bought in Zhangjiajie last year, etc. My wife followed me around, watching me prepare these things.

She asked me anxiously, "Honey, what will you do without me?" I said, "I want to go to my parents' house for a few days, which will also be a good time to spend with our daughter. She's been

protesting to me a lot lately."

On the day of departure, I took my wife to the airport. Before boarding, she hugged me tightly. I teased her, "What's wrong? You're not going to Mars."

My wife said, "Honey, to be honest, I regret it now. Suddenly, I feel like this is meaningless. Without you, everything seems pointless. I feel

like I'm just going to deal with a helpless social obligation." "I said, 'If that's how you think, then I'm truly worried. Don't forget my intention: you need to completely relax

, have fun, and not think about anything. We'll talk about everything when you get back.' My wife leaned on my shoulder and softly said, 'Thank you…'

Standing in the waiting hall, watching the Boeing 747 carrying my wife take off, my eyes blurred. I sat alone on a chair in the waiting hall for a while, my mind

a mess. Although I had always told my wife in front of her that I wouldn't play by the rules, as she actually left, I suddenly

lost control of the game, and the entanglement of right and wrong began to bother me again.

After returning to the office from the airport, I sat there in a daze for a while before getting busy with work, temporarily forgetting about these things. In the afternoon, my wife called from Chengdu

to tell me that she had arrived safely at Shuangliu Airport and met Little C, who was already waiting there. I told her again that since she had gone…" "Just have fun,

don't worry about anything at home," my wife obediently agreed on the phone.

That evening, I returned to my parents' house. They were overjoyed to hear I was staying for a few days. After dinner, my daughter did her homework, and I sat beside her, casually

flipping through her notebooks and textbooks. Then, my wife called again, telling me they had checked into a hotel and would be taking the express train to Leshan the next morning,

a mere two-hour journey. I briefly reiterated some travel tips, including not putting my hands in my pockets to avoid monkeys snatching my things. Then I

handed the phone to my daughter, who chattered incessantly with her mother for over half an hour, refusing to hang up. I said to my daughter, "Be good, Mommy's tired from the business trip, let her

rest early." "After hearing me say that, she reluctantly said goodbye to her mother.

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

For the next two days, everything was normal. My wife frequently texted or called to let me know her location. From her voice on the phone, I could tell she was

happy, and she told me, laughing foolishly, about how she was robbed by monkeys. She said, 'Honey, you know how forgetful I am! You reminded me so many times not to

put my hands in my pockets on Mount Emei, but I still forgot when we went up the mountain and put my hands in my pants pockets, and then a monkey robbed me! Luckily, it was just a pack of tissues.'

Late on the third night after my wife left, my phone suddenly rang. Startled awake, I angrily grabbed the phone. Seeing the caller ID, it was my wife. I immediately jumped

, wide awake. I answered the phone anxiously, 'What's wrong, honey?' My wife said, 'Nothing, I just miss you.' I asked, 'Where is he?'

My wife said, 'He's already asleep. '" "I finally relaxed and said, 'Don't be naughty, it's so late, go to sleep, sweetie.' My wife said, 'No,

talk to me for a while.' My heart softened, and I said, 'Okay, honey, I'll stay with you.' My wife said, 'The past two days were nice, but now I just want to go home. I

miss you so much.' I said, 'It's okay, you're probably just too tired. Get a good night's sleep and you'll feel better tomorrow.' Unexpectedly, my wife started crying softly on the other end,

saying, 'Honey, I really regret coming out alone. I just want to go home now.' I said, 'Everything is fine at home, and I'm doing well too. Don't worry about me. Listen to

me, if you really want to come back, then come back.' My wife said, 'I'm not worried about you, I just suddenly miss home so much.'

The next day, around noon, my wife texted me: 'Honey, we're on our way to the airport, we'll be home tonight.' I replied, 'What about Little C? Is he going home too?'"

My wife replied, "He wants to come home with me because I told him the truth." This sudden turn of events startled me. I thought to myself,

Little C was probably watching when my wife sent this message, so I didn't reply. A little while later, Little C sent me a message that read, "Brother, you won't blame

me, will you? Am I too sorry?" I thought, since my wife has already told him the truth, there's no need for me to hide it anymore. So I replied, "Silly boy,

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

Little C said, "Brother, my heart is pounding, I'm a little afraid to see you." I replied, "Brother, as long as you don't blame me, that's fine. It's not that you're lying to me, it's that I've

been lying to you all along." Little C said, "But I still feel very guilty." I replied, "Silly boy, there are some things you don't understand, but at least you should understand this: having someone

genuinely care for and love a woman is definitely a good thing, that's enough."

Later, my wife told me what happened that day: On the third night, after we returned to the hotel, we were both exhausted. Whenever my wife walked a long way or

was too tired, she would ask me to give her a long massage before bed. That day, after we showered, my wife lay on the bed and let Little C massage her shoulders. Little C gave them

a few quick massages and then rushed to have sex. Seeing Little C panting on her, my wife suddenly felt so unfamiliar and immediately lost interest. After satisfying himself, Little C

rolled over and lay down, quickly falling asleep on his own. This was understandable; he was exhausted after a long day, and as always, he carried everything himself—

even a young man like him couldn't handle that. But my wife couldn't sleep, remaining wide awake. She began to think of me intensely. I explained to her, "Silly girl,

when I was his age, I was even more careless than him. Don't you remember me falling asleep on top of you? Some things need time to develop." My wife said,

"Yes, but I've gotten used to your tenderness. Every time we make love, you hold me and talk for a while until I fall asleep before you sleep yourself." The next morning

, my wife got up very early and sat alone by the window, lost in thought. Little C, unaware of the trouble he had caused, was still busy planning where to go that day. His wife turned from the window

, looked calmly into his eyes, and said, "Shall we not go out this morning? I want to talk to you properly." Little C was startled and immediately

sat beside his wife. Then, she told him the whole truth. Watching Little C's initial surprise gradually subside, his wife asked, "

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

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

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

go home too." His wife said, "Why don't you come home with me first? You need to see your brother, so you won't feel awkward later." So, the two immediately called the hotel

reception and booked plane tickets.

That evening, I drove to the airport to pick them up. When Little C saw me outside the airport, his expression was extremely awkward, and he whispered, "Brother." I smiled and

said to him, "You haven't been bullying your sister these past few days, have you?" Before Little C could answer, my wife had already thrown herself into my arms and hugged me tightly. The sweet feeling I had at that moment was

absolutely indescribable.

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

?" My wife said, "Yes, you have." I said, "Dude, it's not that dramatic, it's only been four days." My wife said, "These four days feel like we've been separated

for forty years." I teased her, "Be careful, we have a child, it's so cheesy." My wife said, "I'm happy, my husband, who would laugh?"

Then she turned to Little C and asked, "Little brother, don't you think so?" Little C said, "Sigh, I'm so envious of your relationship."

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

groceries, and took them away.

Things have developed far beyond my expectations, because I didn't anticipate such a good outcome. My previous worries and anxieties

have completely disappeared. Here, I'd like to reiterate the principle of non-interference: "Do nothing, yet nothing is left undone." Before agreeing to let my wife go to Mount Emei alone, I was worried

she would stray too far from her goals. However, my indulgent approach ultimately made her realize what was truly precious and worth cherishing. This spontaneous

awakening, born from personal experience, was a thousand times more effective than any preaching.

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

went to the kitchen to set the table. I put my wife on the sofa, pinned her down, and asked, "My little rascal, after all this time, home is still the best, right?

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

At dinner, the three of us toasted each other, and I was overjoyed. We reminisced about this time last year, when we traveled to Zhangjiajie and other places

. I deliberately tormented Xiao C: "Remember when I picked you up from the station before winter break, and you acted like it was your first time at my house? What were you

thinking then?" The alcohol hadn't made Xiao C blush, but this question made him turn bright red. He said, "Boss, please have mercy on me! I feel like dying right now

." Hearing this, my wife laughed along. I continued, "You're definitely born a womanizer. Look at all the bad things you've done this year

, and you can even pretend nothing happened in front of me." Xiao C finally seemed to recover, saying, "I feel like I've been

walking into a trap ." To avoid further embarrassment for Xiao C, my wife tried to stop me, saying, "Old man, act like a proper older brother! You

have no sense of propriety at all." I, still drunk, said to my wife, "Well, you do have some sense of propriety, openly eloping with your lover. Tomorrow I'll tell your mother about this and see if she

'll spit on you to death." My wife ignored me and said to Little C, "Little brother, tell me how pitiful my sister is, how did she end up with such a perverted husband?"

Later, Little C, a little drunk, said emotionally, "Brother, when my sister and I are together, the most common topic of conversation is your story. Sometimes

we're talking about something else, but somehow, we suddenly start talking about you, and once we start talking about you, she can't stop. And, many times, she subconsciously

mistakes me for you. I used to not understand why she would stay with me if two people loved each other so much, but now I finally understand." I said, "Silly girl..."

"Kid, your understanding is still quite basic, but that's enough for now. How a couple gets along isn't something that can be learned from others' advice alone. Many things

require personal experience. As a great man said, 'To know the taste of a pear, you must taste it yourself.'"

When drinking, the worst thing is getting emotional. The saying "A thousand cups

are too few when drinking with a bosom friend" perfectly describes this. In the end, all three of us were quite tipsy. And I felt my wife was deliberately drinking too much, because we both tacitly understood what was about to happen, but neither of us said a word.

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

. I carried my wife to the sofa, looking at her flushed face, and said, "Honey, you must be tired after sitting on the plane for several hours. Go

take a shower ." My wife said, "No, let you hold me for a while first." I whispered in her ear, "Want some milk?" "My wife said, 'I miss you, I miss you so much

.' I asked her, 'Do you miss me or him?' My wife kissed me and said, 'I miss my husband.' I said to her, 'Honey, listen to me, go take a shower, and go to bed

early .' My wife obediently agreed and went to the bathroom.

A little while later, Xiao C finished cleaning up the dishes. I called him over, and Xiao C agreed, went to the refrigerator to get a can of Coke, and sat down on the sofa. He said,

'Hey, how come you and my sister get along so well?' I said, 'Stop being sentimental. It'll be even better after you get married. By the way

, has your job been settled yet?' Xiao C said, 'I'm working hard to get a job at the TV station. It's almost done, but I still need my dad to help me find connections.' I said, 'That's

normal. That's how society is these days.' We chatted like this. Soon, my wife came out of the shower. I didn't expect that this naughty thing was only

wearing one of my shirts again. I moved to the side of the sofa and said to my wife, 'Come sit down, sweetie.'" "My wife said, 'Honey, my toenails are long, you

need to trim them for me.' I said, 'Okay, go get the nail clippers.'

Before I begin, I must declare that the following is 100% fictional, because, according to current laws, the three

protagonists in this story might be suspected of violating the law. So I can only say that this is fictional.

The story begins:
My wife quickly found the nail clippers, sat down on the sofa very naturally, leaned against Xiao C, and stretched out her feet. I picked up her cute

little feet and kissed them, continuing to chat while trimming her toenails. My wife still looked at me with dreamy, affectionate eyes. Later, my wife changed to a more comfortable position

, lying her entire upper body on Xiao C's lap. At this point, Xiao C was clearly extremely reserved, unsure whether to put her hands on the sofa or on my wife,

utterly at a loss. This situation made me..." Excited, I put down my nail clippers, grabbed her two little feet, and gently caressed them. Stimulated by me,

my wife grabbed Xiao C's hand, and with her other hand, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Naturally, Xiao C bent down, and the two kissed. I

reached out and my wife's private parts; they were already overflowing with vaginal fluid. I parted her legs and began kissing her with my tongue. At this moment, this lovely woman

moaned happily, writhing her body while passionately kissing Xiao C. I could even see their tongues swirling together.

This unusual caress was incredibly exciting. Soon, my wife's body suddenly stiffened and trembled slightly. I knew she had reached her

first climax. I touched Xiao C's arm and said to him, "Go wash up." "Little C answered in a slightly hoarse voice, moved

his hand away from caressing his wife's breasts, and got up to go to the bathroom. I picked up my wife and carried her to the bed in the bedroom. My wife hugged my neck and murmured, 'Honey, I feel

like an empress.' I said, 'Baby, you've always been my empress.'

The next day, I had to go to work and had to get up early. My head was still spinning as I got dressed. My wife woke up and wanted to get up to make me breakfast, but I said, 'You sleep for a while

. I'll eat something simple myself. When I get to work, I'll see if there's anything urgent and try to come home as early as possible.' I was busy at work all day when my wife called.

I told her I couldn't get away. My wife said, 'Honey, Little C wants to go home today.' I asked, 'What, don't you want him to leave?' My wife said, 'I don't care

, anything is fine with me.' I said, 'Give the phone to Little C, I'll talk to him.' On the phone, I said to Little C, 'Is there something urgent that you need to come home for?'" "Little C said, 'Actually, it's nothing

, I'm just afraid of bothering you too much.' I said, 'What's the bother? Your sister's leave still has a few days left, so why don't you stay a few more days?'

Little C happily agreed.

The next afternoon, my wife went to see our daughter. When I got home from work, my wife wasn't back yet, and Little C was clumsily cooking in the kitchen. I called

my wife, and she said, 'Honey, I want to stay with our daughter tonight.' I said, 'Good heavens, it'll be awkward if just the two of us are home alone.' My wife thought for a moment and said, '

Why don't you come over too, and let Little C stay home alone?' After hanging up, I said to Little C, 'You can eat dinner by yourself. I'm going to our daughter's. Your sister and I won't

be back tonight.' Little C exaggeratedly said, 'Dude, aren't you afraid I'll hire a moving company to empty the house?' I said, 'It's so late, why bother? Your sister and I

will come back tomorrow to help you move.' " "My wife and I stayed overnight at my parents' house with our daughter. The next morning, I went to work, and my wife went home.

Then, Xiao C stayed for a few more days. During the day, I went to work, and Xiao C occasionally accompanied my wife shopping. In the evenings, we ate together, chatted, or watched

the DV videos they recorded at Mount Emei, including the previous disc. While watching, they ended up rolling around together. One night, my wife was lying in bed, hugging Xiao C and teasing him: 'Little devil, don't

get married anymore. Be my empress for life, and the small bedroom will be yours.' Xiao C said, 'Okay, okay, I couldn't ask for more. You won't have to work anymore either

; my brother and I will earn money to support you.' I said to my wife, 'That's ridiculous! Have you ever seen an empress working outside? To be an emperor, you need to be able to earn money.

We'll stay home, and you go out to work and earn money to support us.' My wife said, 'Empresses don't work, but neither do emperors!' I said, '

Doesn't the emperor need to be busy governing the country every day? Silly girl.'" "My wife said, 'The Queen doesn't need that. Look at Elizabeth, she doesn't care about anything, she leaves all the work to the Prime Minister

.' I thought about it and she was right; this rascal is quite good at making excuses.

The day before my wife was to go to work, Little C left. I had planned to take some time to see him off. But Little C said, 'No one needs to see me off, I can walk by myself, it's not like I can't

find the station.' I thought about it and agreed, there was no need to be so polite, it would be better if it was just casual.

With Little C gone, my wife and I returned to our peaceful lives. As before, besides visiting our daughter, my wife would rush home every day after work."

My wife's former female friends have complained to me on the phone more than once, saying, "You're too strict with your wife! She's turned down so many gatherings, how come she

can't even have a meal with us?" I said, "That won't do. My wife needs to be strictly managed. I can't let you bad women lead her astray. I'm a very traditional and

upright man." This resulted in a laugh and a scolding from my wife's friends.

I have a lot of daily social engagements for work, but I always tell her in advance where I'm going. My wife trusts me completely. For example, when I go to entertainment

venues, my wife will say, "You have to remain chaste for me. I'll check when you get back. If anything's wrong, I'll kick you at best, and give you a good spanking at worst." Unless I'm on a business

trip, no matter how late I stay out, I have to go home. It's a habit I've developed over the years; I can't sleep outside.

Since that threesome, my wife occasionally looks for related articles online. I asked her what she thought, and she said, "Nothing compares to my own experience

."
I think that's absolutely the truth from my wife. Sex, without an emotional foundation, becomes purely sensory stimulation, and this stimulation is unsustainable. I don't

know how many friends have experienced threesomes, but based on my experience, threesomes require a very high level of psychological resilience from the man other than the wife; he can't afford

any pressure, otherwise he's very prone to losing his erection.
Take Xiao C for example. When he's alone with his wife, he's incredibly vigorous, but the first time the three of us were together, he experienced temporary

erection, something his wife said never happened when they were alone together. Some men are very sensitive sexually, like me. If I have

even the slightest ulterior motive, no matter how much my wife stimulates me, my erection won't last long.
I've read some articles describing threesomes, and the men who bring their wives into these games generally fall into two categories: one is purely for their own stimulation, simply

enjoying watching their wives with other men; the other is out of love for their wives, although this type of man may also enjoy seeing other men

bring their wives ultimate pleasure.
The former behavior is more dangerous. First, as mentioned above, this kind of stimulation won't last long. After two or three times, interest will likely wane, leading to

boredom. It's boring when there are three people together, and even more boring when there are only two. Moreover, some people, in order to achieve their goal, disregard their wives

' objections. Even if the wife agrees, it's extremely unwilling, resulting in significant psychological harm.
The latter is more normal. However, this requires a high level of marital harmony. First, absolute honesty is essential regarding sex. Beyond

the sexual act itself , psychological communication is even more important.
Therefore, regardless of whether the wife or husband first has this idea, the first priority should be to harmonize the marital relationship. Only after establishing a harmonious and fulfilling marital relationship

can a threesome be considered, which will further enhance the harmony and fulfillment of the marital relationship—a virtuous cycle.
Of course, every couple has their own unique way of handling their relationship. I'm not saying that a more fulfilling relationship can only be achieved through a threesome; that's a misconception

. A threesome is just one rare and unconventional way among the countless ways to maintain a harmonious marital relationship.
I've said before that couples shouldn't be bound by principles; as long as it benefits the relationship and is acceptable to both, then it's worth trying

. This is a diverse society, and we should allow for the coexistence of various behavioral patterns. Regarding others' behavior, as long as it doesn't harm others or the public interest, if you can

accept it, then offer understanding; if you can't, then offer tolerance.
Furthermore, I've seen phrases like "We are a middle-aged couple who have lost our passion" in many dating posts
. Here, I'd like to elaborate a bit more on this topic of "the passion fading in an old married couple." There's a saying: "Touching your lover's hand is like being

eighteen or nineteen again; touching your wife's hand is like touching your left hand with your right."
This saying aptly describes the helplessness of lost passion. However, if we look at it from a different perspective, "lost passion" isn't necessarily all bad

. For example, when you touch your wife's hand like your left hand touching your right, have you considered: would you be willing to cut off your right hand with your left? —No

one would do this unless they were crazy.
When your lover becomes your right hand, it precisely demonstrates the deep, unbreakable bond between you, like siblings. Then, when you both

try to rekindle lost passion on this foundation of deep affection, that passion is mature and genuine. Furthermore, couples don't need to

constantly strive for passionate displays, because life itself is like a glass of plain water—tasteless, yet indispensable. In the TV series *My Own Swordsman*, Bai Zhantang tells his lover,

Tong Xiangyu, "Other women may be better, but they're like wine, while you're like plain rice."
—Yes, your lover is like the plain rice or steamed bun you can't live without; though the taste may be bland, the nourishment they provide is the foundation of your life.

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