An unconventional story of couples making friends (Part 2) - Reprinted

My fervor infected B. He picked me up and carried me back to the bench. He sat down and threw my upper body onto his lap, slipping his hand inside my waistband. I had no time to think about anything else; my mind was filled with the thought that my husband was getting further and further away, and I had to catch up with him, desperately. All my movements were frantic and chaotic. I responded to every move he made, even more enthusiastically. I lost count of how many times I tugged at B's clothes, only hearing him say several times, "I'll do it... I'll do it." If I could have been a third party watching, I would have definitely appreciated the man's expression rather than the woman's.
I straddled B, grabbing his hair tightly, moving wildly, like taming a wild horse. Perhaps the sweat was acting as lubrication, because I felt no pleasure.
I lost count of how long I rode him until I was exhausted and collapsed onto B, only then realizing that I had crossed the mountaintop and caught up with my husband, a feeling of surreal emptiness washing over me. A moment later, I calmed down and, recalling my foolish behavior, wished I could disappear into the ground. I didn't dare lift my head off B's chest, afraid he would see me. B didn't push me away but whispered in my ear, "You looked so beautiful just now." My face burned like fire, but I was still quite pleased with his compliment. Normally thick-skinned, I didn't know what to do now. I didn't dare stand up, nor could I stay still. What was most unbearable was that even when I wasn't moving, a hand was still touching me. I quickly tried to recall my usual fearless and bold self, hoping to find some trace of that. I was so ticklish from his touch that I gritted my teeth and pulled away from his embrace, looking him directly in the eye. "What's there to touch? Hurry up and get dressed, 'make way'!" I think my expression was relatively calm at the time. After saying that, I started fastening my clothes, no longer looking at him. B was surprised by my change, opened his mouth wide, and said "Oh," before getting back to his work.
After we finished, I told B to leave first, but he wouldn't. He said he wanted to walk with his arm around my waist. I almost choked on my food. "Go on, aren't you afraid your wife will be kidnapped?" I said, turning him around and pushing him a few steps. B grinned, didn't insist anymore, and left alone.
After B left, I also left the pavilion and walked in the opposite direction. I wanted to be alone for a while and didn't want them to bother me later. I sent my husband a text message: "Honey, you go have supper with them. I'm going home now. Have fun! Hehe."
I opened my phone and saw A's message: "Sister-in-law, are you asleep?" "It's so hot in the South, I can't sleep." "Not asleep yet," A replied immediately. "What are you doing now?" "Just grinning." After a few seconds, A replied again, "Really? Haha, I was spacing out too. I'll just grin with you for a bit." I chuckled at his humor and didn't chat with him anymore. I put my phone in my pocket. In terms of looks, A wasn't as handsome as B, probably not even average. Before, my husband asked me if I had to choose between A and B to sleep with, and I casually chose A. My husband was clearly a little jealous.
7.
Before we got into dating/friendship programs, my husband often told me that I had to be careful with my interactions with everyone, because once I got emotionally involved, everything would change and I'd lose more than I gained. I understood what he meant, and I didn't want to say anything like "until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, my love will never change." As long as I was honest with myself, that was enough. Back then, my husband was often jealous, so I tried to avoid it, rarely eating or joking around with male colleagues. His jealousy actually made me happy; it proved how much he loved and cared for me. But sometimes he confused friendship with it, putting me in a difficult position. If we were to talk about the occasional fights I had with my colleagues... Nao Nao touched a nerve with him, so there's no need for him to be jealous now that he's just chatting with A on QQ, especially since it's a family-based online friendship. I admit he's much better than before; he won't confront someone just because they invited me to dinner anymore, which makes me genuinely happy. But that's not enough. I need to work on making my husband more open-minded, and I believe he can give me even more space to grow.
I don't know what other people's initial motivations are for using couples-based online friendships. Is it for a mundane life? To add some spice? No, at least I don't agree. Those eight words alone can't sway me. My husband's explanation back then was the same: life is bland, so add some seasoning. Aren't there enough seasonings available now? Chicken seasoning, fish seasoning, hot pot seasoning, star anise, spices, five-spice powder—aren't all these seasonings enough for you to enjoy? "Hehe, sorry, we got off-topic."
I wanted to say, "A simple life is also a kind of happiness." Anyway, my reasons for accepting my husband weren't pure. Ostensibly, I supported his views; secretly, I wanted something useful to change the current stalemate. I wanted a different kind of happiness, one that relaxed both physically and mentally. I wanted my husband's love to be closer to my desires. Perhaps for most men, it's all about... Some couples seek sexual stimulation through dating, but for women, there's always an ulterior motive beyond sex.
Leaving the square, I wandered aimlessly, feeling exceptionally good. Not only was I not jealous of my husband, but I even imagined how awkward he'd be in front of a strange woman! He always brags about his willpower and strength; what if he got too excited on the battlefield and couldn't face anyone? I, on the other hand, felt like a victorious warrior returning from a battle, standing before him and proudly saying, "No, no, when it comes to willpower, you're still no match for your wife. Hehe." Thinking of B, I found it quite amusing; his silly, lecherous look was as adorable as a one-year-old baby being teased.
Walking on the deserted streets late at night, breathing in the freedom you gave me, this time I truly let go, no longer questioning the reasons for the hurt. Listening to the beautiful music, my heart seemed to dance. Perhaps many say that sex outside of love leads to heartbreak, but for me, it's still intoxicating.
8.
It was past midnight when I got home. I went straight to the bedroom, threw myself onto the bed, and enjoyed a minute of homey comfort. I didn't bother calling my husband to ask when he'd be home; at least I didn't have to worry about him being caught cheating by A in the back of his car and getting a severe beating. All I could think about was what to say when he came home and asked me how I felt, and the scene of him and that other man's wife "lighting three lights" (a euphemism for having sex). After venting my thoughts, I turned on my computer to leave a message for a friend. Anyway, I wouldn't be able to sleep well when my husband got home, so I didn't want to be woken up by him while I was sound asleep. Perfect timing... I was in a good mood, so I figured I'd just sit on the computer for a bit and wait for him to come back and give me
a piece of my mind. Just as I was dozing off in front of the computer screen, I heard the door open. My husband was home! I quickly perked up to greet him and led him into the bedroom. He walked around the room, yawned, and said, "Still not asleep?" before heading to the bathroom. Things weren't quite what I expected. Looks like I'll have to deal with him.
I shut down the computer, quietly walked up behind my husband who was washing his face in the bathroom, rubbed my hands together, and suddenly hugged him tightly. "You little rascal, you've picked wildflowers and now you don't want the garden flowers anymore!" "I deliberately rubbed his chest hard with my little hand. My husband was slightly startled, then picked up a towel to wipe his face: 'Who smells better than my popcorn?' After saying that, he turned around and kissed my forehead. We gave each other a deep hug and then went to the bedroom.
I thought my husband would excitedly pull me aside and ask me about the plot, but as soon as we entered the bedroom, he threw me onto the bed, then climbed on top of me and started nibbling on my neck. It felt like waiting for the commercials before a TV show, but I didn't expect to be suddenly thrown into the drama.
By the time I realized what was happening, he had already buried his head in my tender embrace, his two big hands wantonly ravaging me. I instinctively closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his head and cooperated with him, and soon I was also immersed in the ocean of passion. I wrapped my limbs around him, feeling my husband's selfless giving.
After the storm subsided, I lay on my husband's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. My husband held me with one arm and stroked my hair with his hand, and we lay there quietly like that."
In a daze, I felt my upper body sink down. I opened my eyes abruptly and saw my husband get out of bed and walk towards the living room. I thought he was going to the bathroom, but when he left the bedroom, he closed the door behind him. This stirred something within me, washing away some of my sleepiness. I started to think about what was different about my husband since he came home. Usually, he would come over and hug me or kiss me. Given today's special circumstances, he should have done something even more impressive. With his romantic nature, even if he was desperate to poop, he wouldn't miss this time, this place, this atmosphere without making a move. I
put on my coat, grabbed my husband's, and went to the living room. I saw him sitting on the sofa, head tilted back, looking at the ceiling. The living room lights were off, only moonlight streamed into the room, making it somewhat dim. His eyes looked bright and piercing in the dim light, and that look made my heart heavy. "Why are you up too? It's late, go to sleep. I can't sleep, I'll stay here for a while," my husband said calmly when he heard me come out.
I walked over to him without a word, draped a coat over his shoulders, and sat down. My husband casually put his arm around me, letting me lean on his shoulder. I kept imagining what was wrong, and from countless reasons, I narrowed it down to one: my husband was disappointed in something, perhaps reality was too far from his expectations. At that moment, I didn't want to speak; I wanted to wait for him to express his troubles before comforting him.
"How are you feeling? Are you okay?" I knew what he meant.
"Hehe, not really," I tried to relax.
"And you, honey? Are you okay?" I asked him playfully, trying to ease his mind.
"I didn't do anything. We agreed to just meet. Even if his wife was naked, I wouldn't." My husband's words plunged me into an icy abyss. I never imagined I had hurt him. Before I could explain, he added, "It's okay, honey. We were going to have to go through this sooner or later, it's just that you're going to go faster."
His
tone was so calm, so calm that it broke my heart. I was sorry, my husband. I regretted it, I hated it. Tears welled up in my eyes quickly, and I couldn't hold back my sobs. My husband pressed my head into his chest, and I burst into tears.
At this point, I want to expose my husband's true colors. He was emotionally charged at the time, not as he claimed, that he wouldn't do it even if I were naked. Before I arrived, Mr. B had indeed privately told my husband that if he was satisfied with his wife, he could have sex with her. My husband didn't say anything; he didn't know whether he should listen to Mr. B, since he'd never had this experience before. When I arrived, Mr. B hinted to my husband to be bolder, then he got out of the car and pulled me away. After Mr. B and I left, they sat in the car for five minutes without saying a word. Mr. B's wife was very attractive and had a great figure. My husband was really excited and wanted to have sex with her after seeing Mr. B and me leave. But he kept trying to figure out what Ms. B was thinking, worried that she wouldn't want to, afraid of being rejected. He was facing a beautiful woman waiting to be with him, yet he didn't take action. I felt so frustrated for him. He's a chatterbox online, but when he's actually in the situation, he becomes mute. Later, he told me he wanted to wait for B's wife to make the first move, since they'd done it several times and I had no experience. I laughed at him, saying he was incredibly stupid. What man waits for a woman to make the first move in this kind of situation? Did he expect her to push him down?
Haha, really, he forgot I'd only done this much, and he's still
pretending to be a drill sergeant! As for my husband, when he felt the atmosphere in the car couldn't continue, he was about to speak when B's wife opened the car door and got out. Even you felt incredibly awkward; how could she possibly stand it? B's wife got out and sat on the curb next to the car. Seeing her get out, my husband assumed she wasn't interested in him and started sulking in the car.
Seriously! I wanted to grab his ear.
After this point, there's not much more to say about his relationship with B's wife. Then, my husband started thinking about me in the car, wanting me to treat B's wife the same way and vent my anger. Unfortunately, his text messages to me didn't go through for some reason, which only added fuel to the fire. My husband wouldn't call and give me direct instructions; no matter what, his anger has nothing to do with anyone else, and he understands that. It's like gambling, putting all the chips on me. By now, you should understand my husband's mood in the living room that night.
It's necessary to mention what happened after I got home when my husband and Mr. B and his wife had a late-night snack together. My husband had already received my message after Mr. B got home, so after Mr. B got in the car, he drove straight to a food stall. They found a corner. Before they even sat down, Mr. B bluntly said to my husband, "Your wife is really beautiful and a very nice person." My husband smiled politely, but in his heart, he was thinking about my affair with Mr. B, and it sounded like we had done something. My mood was already in turmoil. Later, Mr. B, after having a few drinks, started talking nonsense. Mr. B's wife, unlike Mrs. A, didn't constantly nag her husband; she remained silent. My husband, on the other hand, couldn't wait to finish the snack and take them to their hotel.
It was already 12:30 when we saw Mr. and Mrs. B off. My husband, like me, was walking down the street listening to music on his phone, lost in thought. The difference was that I was in a good mood, while he was in a bad one, haha…
(To be continued)

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