Disciplining your wife

My wife, Lily, is 35 years old this year. Although women's appearances inevitably show signs of aging, my wife is a white-collar worker who takes good care of herself and looks no different from a 27 or 28-year-old woman. I always feel that we are not a good match. Just looking at our appearances, I am only 1.72 meters tall and look a bit older than my age, while Lily is 1.68 meters tall and weighs only 101 kilograms, very slender and pretty. Our two families have a very close relationship, and Lily and I were officially engaged back in college, even though she already had a boyfriend at that time. She only revealed this to me five years after we got married. However, she has always been very obedient to her parents, so she eventually came to be with me. I don't want to say anything about our sex life; it's probably the same as most people's. The positions are not different, and the frequency is once every two weeks. There isn't much passion; it feels like a routine. Lily is the kind of person who seems very simple and honest on the surface, but deep down, there is always a rebellious fire burning within her. I used to live with her family. I always got along well with her parents; the problems always came from her. She would unexpectedly throw tantrums when everything was calm, and eventually, her parents couldn't take it anymore and kicked us out to move back to a small two-bedroom apartment allocated to me by my workplace. After moving in alone, she turned her anger on me, often arguing and making a scene over trivial matters, which gave me a huge headache. Although she would apologize afterwards, I knew she often sat alone in silence, never sharing her worries with me. Later, something happened between us.

One day, after we made love, she told me she felt like her youthful passion was almost gone. I didn't say anything, but I felt the same way. Life became stagnant, like a still pond, without any ripples. We were both helpless, but there was no good way to change things. One night, she came home late, her face flushed, as if she'd been drinking. I knew she worked as a business specialist and often had social engagements, so I didn't think much of it. But what happened that night shocked me. She acted like it was our wedding night again, clinging to me and making love three times. This had never happened before. I'm a very observant person, and although I was tired, I still asked her why she was behaving so unusually that night. She stared at me for a while and asked, "Are you confident in our love?" I thought for a moment and said, "I guess so." She smiled, lowered her head, thought for a while, and whispered in my ear, "I'm seeing someone else." I was shocked: "Are you serious? You want a divorce?" She pushed me away: "Are you hoping I'll be the one to bring it up first?" I shook my head in bewilderment: "No. I love you, you know that." Then she told me she was just joking. However, that night, someone had confessed their love to her, and although she had refused, she had let him kiss her. "What!" I stared at her bright red lips, stunned. "Who is it? Is it your colleague?" She nodded, and I was furious. "Look at you, didn't you say you were confident in our love? Such a strong reaction, people are afraid to talk to you anymore." Then she turned over and went to sleep. That night, I couldn't sleep, my mind filled with her passionate actions during sex, her body writhing and moaning beneath me, her words, whether true or false, my mind a jumbled mess. I had a dream that night, it seemed to be in a university dormitory, I was sleeping on the top bunk, and Lily was on the bottom bunk having sex with another man. I saw that beautiful body that had belonged entirely to me for the past seven years, now being pleasured by another man, the nectar that had only flowed for me for the past seven years now being teased by another man, overflowing with lust. I felt both heartbroken and inexplicably excited, and finally, I ejaculated. For the

next few weeks, she didn't seem unusual, but she was quite depressed. She didn't have sex again.
One evening, after she showered, she curled up on the edge of the bed, wearing a semi-transparent lingerie, looking incredibly alluring. I couldn't resist and tried to make love to her, but she refused. I asked her why, and she listlessly said, "Nothing, it's just not interesting." I got angry: "You're not interested in having sex with me? But it's interesting when a colleague kisses you?" Her eyes lit up immediately: "Interesting!! It's really interesting! More interesting than having sex with you. Two people, like puppets on strings, year after year, it's better not to do it at all!!" I was overwhelmed; her fervor terrified me. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I won't hold it against her, really." The third night, her fervor erupted again, and we entwined all night, making love three times. After I showered, she hugged me and whispered, "There's something I need you to confess. This afternoon, I went down the elevator with him, and he kissed me again." I felt like I was in a Finnish bath; one moment I was incredibly passionate, and the next my heart had plummeted to freezing point. "You let him kiss you?" She looked at me and said, word by word, "I kissed him on the lips." "Do you want to leave me?" After a while, I mustered all my courage and asked her. "Listen to me, we've been married for seven years. Your love has molded me into a fixed woman. I'm only suited for you, and you're only suited for me. I will never leave you in this lifetime. But, I don't know why, there's always a fire burning in my heart, making me feel so uncomfortable. Maybe it's like flying a kite. I'm flying in the sky, and if I leave your tether on the ground, I'll definitely perish. But without the wind, I feel like half-dead." I knew what she meant. Ordinary life had become extremely boring for us. Who wouldn't want to try something new and exciting?

That's just Lily's personality. I knew I couldn't stop her. "Then what do you want?" My heart raced, a mixture of fear and a lingering desire. The scene from my dream flashed before my eyes: that incredibly thick penis, moistened with Lily's love juice as lubricant, thrusting deep into her slightly parted, bright red labia, penetrating her deeply, causing her vulva to swell slightly. "It's getting a bit cold, how about I buy you a hat?" I was somewhat bewildered. "I don't like hats, but one would be fine." She gave me a mysterious smile. "A green hat. Do you like it?" Then she laughed loudly. I pounced on her, grabbing her neck. "You slut! I'll strangle you!" Beneath me, her face turned purple from my grip, but her eyes were filled with pleasure. When I released her, she gasped, "I'm a slut! I'm a whore!" I slapped her twice more, then she pressed herself against me: "I'm so horny, I just got fucked, if you like, fuck me again!" I pushed her down on the bed and ripped open her underwear. "Come on, here, my little nipples, just been played with, here, my little cunt, and that person's cum, you can eat it." Hearing this, I became extremely excited and fucked her hard. Lily's cunt was also very tight, which felt very good to me. As we were doing it, for some reason, her cunt began to contract slightly, and a raging fire burned inside me: "What's wrong with you here? It's so tight, I've never felt this before." I asked her. "Uh...uh...I've never felt this before either...it feels so good..." "Is it because...is it because you want to go out and fool around with other men, is that it?" "Yes, yes, I...I'm thinking...he's fucking me! Don't talk yet, please! Move faster!" "I'm climaxing! Oh! Ah!!!" "I'll fuck you to death! You slut!" My eyes blazed with fury. Lily's first climax wasn't because of my performance, but rather from a sexual fantasy of having sex with another man. Jealousy, envy, rage, immense desolation, and emptiness—my emotions shifted several times in a few seconds. "Do you want him to fuck me? His dick is huge. He'll definitely fuck me to death." "You slut, if you want to be fucked, go ahead. I don't believe he can fuck me better than me." Perhaps it was emptiness, perhaps it was expectation, perhaps it was a masochistic mentality, but I made up my mind. "If it's going to rain, it'll rain; if a mother wants to remarry, she'll remarry. Let it be." "Hmm, I want to try and see who can fuck me the best, okay, dear husband!" "Go ahead, I don't even want a slut like you." "You agree?" She excitedly raised her upper body, hugging me tightly, her moans growing louder and louder.

The next day, when I got up, I saw that she had already prepared breakfast for me and brought it to my bedside. This was unusual; she never cooked, and for so many years, I had been the one serving her. "Thank you," I said with a smile as I ate. "From now on, I'll serve you like this every day." "Why?" "Because," she rolled her eyes at me, her face flushed, "you'd be unhappy if I cheated on you, and this is the only way I can make it up to you." Thinking of last night, I felt a surge of emotion I had never felt before. I looked at her and nodded silently. Although we had reached an agreement, the specifics of how we would have sex still needed to be discussed in detail. She gave me a guarantee that this wouldn't affect our marital relationship. I tore it up. How could it not have an impact? If people found out, this guarantee would only make me lose face. Two days later, after we finished, I asked her, "What kind of person is this colleague you mentioned? Why are you so infatuated with him? What's going on between you two?" She blushed like a girl newly in love: "Actually, he's just an ordinary person, except he looks a bit like my college friend, and he's quite charming. I do have some feelings for him. You know, I like tall men, and he's taller than you. He's about 1.8 meters." I became even more jealous, but tried hard not to show it. “He used to work with me in general trade, and later, because he did well, the manager promoted him to business specialist. A few days ago, to express his gratitude, he treated me to dinner. After drinking some wine, he said he really liked me. Although I firmly refused at the time, deep down, I quite liked it when a tall, somewhat charming man like him expressed his love to me.” Then she paused and asked me probingly, “Are you jealous?” I sighed, “I don’t get jealous for no reason. Since you’re going to sleep with him sooner or later, I’m asking you for one thing: just sleep with him these next couple of days. Don’t keep teasing me. To be honest, these days, I haven’t even been able to concentrate on work.”

She threw herself into my arms, “I… I know I’ll hurt you.” Then she cried. I patted her back, and she whispered in my ear, “I want to sleep with him tomorrow and the day after. Just thinking about his tall body pressing down on me makes my desire burn!” I hugged her and tried to push her onto the bed again. She laughed and pushed me away: "Don't tire yourself out. I was just teasing you a bit. Haven't you noticed? Our relationship is still pretty good, and our sex life is even more passionate. Don't deny it, men also like this kind of excitement. They just haven't realized it yet." I nodded. She continued, "Later, he started pursuing me. I've already told you about that day. He kissed me in the elevator, and I really liked it. Then he asked me for more, and I said I couldn't betray my husband. After I said that, he was very upset, but I was even more upset, and then I hugged him. That's how our relationship went." "So far, you haven't done anything to betray me? Really, that's all? Can you swear? Be careful, Sadako from The Ring might come looking for you." She was really afraid of Sadako, and she lowered her head, stammering for a long time before finally saying, "I let him touch me." "Upper body or lower body?" I asked, my erection returning. She smiled and reached out to touch him. "I knew men liked this kind of thing too. Don't ask where I touched you, we didn't sleep together anyway." "You know, our city is small, and I'm terrified my friends will find out. It's too embarrassing." "If we arrange things properly, no one will know. He's a very cautious person. You went on our company's spring outing last time, didn't you? He even shook your hand. He said you're a good person, and he's really conflicted, not wanting to hurt you." "Hmph, not wanting to hurt me? He already touched me, and he still says that!" I finally remembered the young man. He was tall and handsome, like a movie star. No wonder my wife liked him. If I had a daughter, I might even hope he would be my son-in-law.

Looking at her longing expression, I felt a deep sadness. Seven years of ordinary marriage, eight years of loving affection—in this world of promiscuity and indulgence, it was nothing special. A husband with a third-degree disability and an income barely enough to support himself was easily overlooked. It was such a common story; ordinary people like us could only go with the flow. She seemed to suddenly understand my feelings, cupped my face in her hands, and asked, "Do you still love me?" I pushed her hands away and shook my head. "But I still love you, really, Dayong. I'm not a woman who lies. You know that." Her voice trembled slightly. "I believe you. I mean, I don't know. Maybe love is just love, it doesn't need any additional conditions?" "What conditions?" "Like… loyalty, chastity, faithfulness." "That has nothing to do with love. Sex is just a physical need, at most related to feelings." "Don't you think that's an excuse?" I was already somewhat forgiving her. “I don’t need excuses for anything, you know me. All I need is your understanding, forgiveness, and unchanging love.” I kissed her as she nestled into my arms. “What arrangements do you want?” I asked her. “He doesn’t have a place to stay either, he’s still in a dormitory. This city is too small, if we go to a hotel, people will find out sooner or later.” Hearing this, my senses, dulled by my hurt, began to stir slightly, a wave of pain and excitement washing over me. She, like a young girl in the throes of first love, no longer paid attention to these details. “Only when we come to… come to our house,” she peeked at me, “when we come to our house.” I said, “Our house isn’t very soundproof. If you… if you moan too loudly, people will still know.” Hearing this, my wife became very excited and got into the mood. She threw herself into my arms and murmured, “Don’t worry, we’ll turn on the TV and turn the volume up to the maximum.” “You’re not allowed to moan loudly!” “I… I don’t know,” her eyes became blurry as she took off her clothes, touching her two tempting, glistening breasts, “I’ll try my best to control myself. I’m just afraid I won’t be able to.” “The best time is at night. I’ll sleep at the company and leave this place for you two adulterers.” “Thank you.” “This place can’t be used by him.” I touched her perky nipples, feeling extremely jealous. “Then how can we play?!” “We have to use a condom. He can’t ejaculate inside.” “He’s still a virgin. It’s his first time, so let him enjoy it. Be generous, my dear husband!” She took off her underwear and snuggled into my arms. "Also, when you're moaning, you can't call me 'dear husband' or 'dear brother.' You can only call me that." "Yeah, I'm going to moan anyway. He'll ravish my body all over, so moaning a couple of times won't hurt." Then, she thought for a moment, raised her face seriously, looked at me, and reminded me, "I'm telling you the truth. This isn't some story made up on those porn forums; it's something real that's about to happen, you know?" "I know. I just feel really awkward. I wonder what it will be like when you're in someone else's arms?" "Even more wanton, even more slutty." She spread her long, slender legs to welcome me. "You two adulterers are having so much fun together, and your husband has to sleep at the company? You're so heartless!" I started thrusting in hard. Thinking about this wonderful place, about to be filled with another penis, I no longer felt any sadness, only boundless desire. Maybe she was right; this had nothing to do with love. "Don't worry, when I'm about to cum, I'll call your name." "Really?" “I’ll call out, ‘My dear bastard husband, your wife is about to be played with and ruined, are you happy?’” “Yes, I’ll be happy. But you have to tell me how many times he’s played with and ruined you!” I thrust hard into her deepest part. “Ah, so good!! I will, I’ll tell you.”

The next night, Lily told me that she wanted to do it with him the next night and said she wanted to ask the young man to meet me in the afternoon. “What’s his name?” She rolled her eyes at me: “Your wife is about to be played with by him, and you can’t even remember his name? Didn’t I tell you? His name is Huang Yang.” “I disliked him the first time I met him. I always felt that he was unreliable, like a gigolo.” No one can expect me to say good things about someone who is about to sleep with my wife. “This gigolo is going to play with your wife without restraint. And, your wife is the one who asked him to play with her.” She said to me with a smile. “I don’t agree.” "Don't worry, honey, she just wants to try something new, and I promise you'll have an unexpected thrill!" "After you're done, you need to change the sheets!" I was really concerned about this. Just imagine, my wife and that guy's wetness, and I have to be in close contact with it—how disgusting! "Don't worry, after I'm with him, I'll thoroughly clean myself before welcoming you in!" Finally, she'd explained everything, and I could finally fall asleep with peace of mind.

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