The Story of Three

I knew the beginning of the story, but I never expected the ending.

I met my husband in 1993 and we got married in 1996.

By 2005, we had been together for 12 years.

Married friends probably understand that after 12 years, love has long since become mundane, and the realities of life have transformed love into familial affection.

My husband and I are currently like the left hand touching the right.

I won't go into details about our married life and its process; you can experience the feelings for yourselves.

I let my husband sleep with another woman, and it was the three of us together.

We hadn't had children after many years of marriage, and we wanted to pursue our own interests, so it was mostly just the two of us.

After being together for so long, we both experienced aesthetic fatigue and needed some fresh air.

We considered divorce, but we couldn't bear to leave each other.

The root of the problem has returned: we've both lost interest in sex. My husband says he wants to have sex with someone else, to try something different.

Whether it's out of a desire for excitement or something else, I actually agree with his idea.

We're both looking for opportunities, both hoping for a different kind of life.

Our neighbor is a well-behaved and gentle girl, studying for her PhD here alone, while my husband is in another city.

Loneliness and a sense of connection have brought us closer. I occasionally joke about her and my husband, and she doesn't object; my husband secretly smiles sweetly.

I asked my husband, "Do you like her? Do you want to have sex with her?" My husband was a little embarrassed. He said, "I used to say I wanted to have sex with someone else, but that was just a joke. I wouldn't have sex with a strange woman."

I jokingly said, "Let you two develop your feelings for each other slowly."

The opportunity came in October 2005. The last typhoon swept through our city, and we were well-prepared based on the weather forecast. I

ran into her when I got home from shopping. I asked if she was ready, and she said her advisor had asked her to come to his house and would pick her up soon.

I said, "Since you're alone, you might as well not go to your advisor's house. It's awkward to go to someone else's home. Why don't you stay with us? The three of us can play cards and chat."

She agreed and called her advisor to tell him not to come.

We were all from out of town, and everyone else had left except for the three of us staying at the research center, since we lived there.

The typhoon was huge. We locked the doors and windows and waited for it to end.

We talked a lot; we'd known each other for over a year, and this was the first time we'd been so close.

My wife and I slept in the same bed, while my husband slept on the sofa, in the same room so we could help each other if anything happened.

The wind and rain blew all night, but we remained calm, and the night passed peacefully.

The next morning, we discovered the typhoon had a significant impact; trees were broken, and the power was out.

The radio said a city was completely flooded; thankfully, our area wasn't in the typhoon's epicenter.

My husband and wife worked at a research institute, so they didn't have to work,

but I had to go. Because we had prepared the day before, we had plenty of food and drink.

I went to work, leaving the two of them behind.

At that moment, I didn't think about anything else; work was the most important thing.

My husband called me and said that the center's leadership had said that due to the typhoon, too many power poles had broken in our area, and repairs couldn't be completed immediately, so there would be no power for the next 20 days, meaning we could have about a 20-day holiday.

My husband was very happy to be able to rest.

I, on the other hand, was doomed to have to continue working, since my workplace is in the city and there was no power outage.

Worried he'd be bored alone, I half-jokingly said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't have sex with a woman you have no feelings for? Now I'll give you a chance to cultivate those feelings."

There was a cheerful laugh on the other end of the phone.

When I got home, I saw them chatting together. Since they had nothing to do, they cooked something together.

Because of an experiment, the girl had a generator in her office to keep the refrigerator warm and also to use the computer.

Without the computer, my husband was like a mother without children.

They told me they ate lunch together and then went online together.

After the girl went home and went to sleep, I asked my husband while lying in bed, "How did you feel?" My husband hugged me and said, "Wife, you're the only one I love in this world.

I believe in our love, truly."

A strange flutter stirred within me; I longed to see my husband making love with someone else.

I believe that loving someone means making them happy, and their happiness brings me joy.

Besides, a little excitement might spice things up for our relationship—that's my opinion. I also wanted to know if my husband would actually make love with her.

I kept teasing him with my words, and my husband said, "Don't say I'm being overly enthusiastic; you're making me so itchy."

But I emphasized one point: "Because I love you, I'll let you make love with someone else. I want you to be happy. If you make love with her, I hope I'll be there to watch. And you absolutely cannot make love with her alone, even just once. If you do, our love will end."

My husband was already sleepy and mumbled his agreement.

What followed was unimaginable. I went to work during the day, and they lived their lives together slowly.

When I came home in the evenings, we'd joke around a bit. My husband told me he felt pretty good about it, just like a game, something fun.

After half a month, they'd developed a little bit of affection for each other, and they'd blush at the occasional unintentional joke.

I knew they hadn't crossed that line yet.

In August, the girl's husband came to the city and left in September; a month had passed since she'd been intimate with him.

Maybe she was missing him.

The electricity came back on, but they still cooked together and didn't seem to want to separate.

When I got home, we'd usually chat for a while. I don't remember how we talked about sex one day after dinner.

From our conversation, I learned she had never watched adult films before. I suddenly remembered I had several downloaded pornographic movies on my husband's office computer. I suggested we take her laptop to his office and copy them for her.

We went out together and headed straight to our destination, where I copied all my adult films for her.

On the way back, I suggested we watch them at my place.

She didn't object, and my husband didn't say anything.

We went back inside, sat on the sofa, and watched the films together. My husband, embarrassed, stayed in his room.

The films were quite intense, and we were both getting a little excited.

I stood up, grabbed a bottle of water, and gave her one too. Then I asked my husband, who was in the other room, if he wanted some water. He opened the door, took the water from my hand, and I immediately grabbed him, saying we should watch together. He disagreed, so I forcefully dragged him to the sofa, pressing him between us, and we all started watching the video together.

At that moment, she didn't react at all, nor did she seem to intend to leave. I wondered what she was thinking.

—We were all a bit flustered. I glanced at my husband and her faces; they looked a little excited, their faces flushed. I knew the game had begun.

I nudged my husband's arm, urging him to take action. He glared at me, meaning I should shut up.

I ignored him. I knew they were probably embarrassed, and I had to do something to help them.

So I stood up and grabbed a thin sheet to cover us, making us a little more discreet.

With this thin covering, my husband started to get bolder.

Because we were sitting on the sofa, I could secretly see his hand slowly slipping under her back, gently caressing her waist through her clothes.

She trembled slightly but didn't resist.

My husband grew even bolder, gently unbuttoning the back of her clothes and slowly sliding his hand under her slender waist.

She was 1.6 meters tall and weighed a little over 90 pounds; she was quite thin.

Her husband's hands gently caressed her from top to bottom, and she didn't resist.

Feeling more at ease, her husband slowly moved his hands up to her waist, guiding them towards her chest.

I could clearly feel her whole body trembling, especially when her husband's hands touched her breasts.

I looked at her face; she seemed a little intoxicated, a little expectant.

My husband, excited, touched her breast with one hand.

Slowly, he used his other hand to untie her bra straps and began to caress her wantonly.

She began to moan softly, her eyes becoming hazy.

My husband excitedly removed her top, and she lay half-naked in a corner of the sofa, passionately kissing her breasts.

Actually, I was also very excited; I'll never forget that scene.

She didn't resist at all, just wrapped her arms around my husband's neck and kissed him back.

I told my husband to carry her inside, and he actually stood up to pick her up, but I don't know if he was too excited and didn't have the strength, because he couldn't lift her up. I think he should go to the gym more often.

My husband half-carried, half-pulled her into the house and

closed the door behind him.

It was dark inside, and I felt a little abandoned.

I secretly followed her to the door and started eavesdropping.

But there were no other sounds. Anyway, after staying in the room for a few minutes, I heard her say to my husband, "No, no," and so on.

I heard my husband reply, "Okay, okay, I'll just hold you."

Nothing more was done, and soon they came out, both of them looking awkward.

After she left, I asked my husband, "Did you do it?" My husband said no, that she was scared and we just held her.

I told her I had to respect her wishes, and I didn't want to force her, but I already knew this was a breakthrough; I knew she liked me and was starting to accept me.

I said there was still one more step, and I had to give her one last push. I told her she had to treat me well from now on and not change her mind.

My husband agreed.

Actually, I know my husband loves me very much; we just lack passion.

I decided to go see what she was doing. When I got to her house, she had just finished showering.

I told her to come to my room and chat with me. We could sleep in bed together, and my husband would be on the sofa, like during a typhoon.

She didn't want to go at first, but after much persuasion, she agreed, though she still needed to dry her hair.

I told her I had to go first and take a shower, and she could come over when she was done.

She came over shortly after I finished showering, and we got into bed and chatted. I don't remember exactly what we talked about.

My husband didn't come in either; he was asleep on the sofa in the living room.

I said to her, "How about this, it's a bit cold outside, I'll ask my husband to come to bed.

" She said, "No, please don't mind." I reassured her, "My husband can have his own blanket, and I'll sleep in the middle with you."

She nodded in agreement.

I went out to call my husband in. He seemed a little embarrassed, so I said, "We're just chatting, is that alright?"

I pulled him in, and we started chatting.

But we were both distracted, talking about completely unrelated things.

It was late, and I knew they were still a little uncomfortable.

I deliberately went to the bathroom and came back. When I got into bed, I pushed my husband to the middle and said, "I'm not used to sleeping in the middle, you sleep here."

I then pulled her blanket over him.

I was actually very conflicted. To be honest, I didn't want my husband to have sex with him at all. This game was just to test his feelings and see if he could hold out.

Maybe I was a little despicable, forgetting the girl's feelings, but people also want to seek something different when they're bored.

Deep down, I also wanted to see how my husband actually had sex with someone else.

These two feelings were contradictory, but they seemed somewhat related.

In the darkness, I could only feel them kissing, caressing, and rolling around.

The heavy breathing and low sounds of rejection made me afraid to move, afraid of ruining their time or worried that they actually did it—I didn't even understand myself.

But I could sense that nothing happened to them that night because I couldn't feel the bed shaking or making any noise.

He slept with her in his arms all night. Everyone slept naked because I secretly lifted the corner of my husband's blanket and snuggled up to his back.

She was petite, and her whole body was nestled in my husband's arms.

At that moment, I also wanted my husband to hold me like before, but I'm too tall, 169 centimeters. My husband used to always say it was hard to carry me, but he didn't say that when we first got married. He loved to hold my big baby.

When dawn broke, the girl got dressed and left.

My husband and I were very tired, so we went back to sleep, each in our own rooms.

I forgot to add that this day was a few days before Thanksgiving, a weekend after the most powerful typhoon to hit New Orleans.

When I woke up, I jokingly asked my husband if he had succeeded, but I already knew the answer.

I invited her over for lunch, and she didn't refuse.

For the next few days, we stayed together every day, but it was limited to my husband embracing her while sleeping; nothing more happened.

It seems my husband is still cultivating a relationship with her. After all, I was at work during the day and didn't know the specifics of their situation.

Perhaps she needed to figure out her next step.

The real day arrived on Thanksgiving. She told us she was going to stay with a friend in Orlando for a few days over the long weekend, and she left in the morning.

Actually, I was secretly happy; I could have a few quiet days alone with my husband, and I also wanted to talk to him about this.

I emphasized again, "Honey, I just want you to be happy because I love you."

Perhaps you think I'm perverted or have mental problems; I've read everyone's replies.

However, I don't agree with letting them have sex; there are other issues involved.

I hope my husband can be more resolute in rejecting my strange thoughts and stop going on with her.

But he told me she liked him. She told him she didn't want to go to Orlando at all, she just wanted to stay with him, but she also wanted to calm down.

The more I outwardly encouraged him to continue seeing her, the more I secretly opposed it.

But the words were already out, and I couldn't take them back, and I wanted to see how things would develop.

So I made a bet with him: if she came back because of him, we could have sex, on one condition: I couldn't have sex with her alone. He said he absolutely wouldn't, because he only loved me. We were each other's first love; neither of us had ever been in a relationship before we met.

I have a straightforward personality, probably because I was born and raised in Chongqing, maybe because I ate too much chili.

But in the days that followed, my husband and I had no choice in what we thought.

In the afternoon, I saw her car return, and a chill ran down my spine.

The worst thing that could happen had happened.

Since I'd already started, I decided to play the good guy and went to see her, asking why she'd come back. She said the drive was too far and she felt tired, so she didn't want to go anymore.

During our conversation, I couldn't help but lie. I told her, "Do you know my husband likes you? But why am I not angry? You know, our marriage has long been a sham, there's no love left. We're only staying together for appearances and for mutual support.

Don't be afraid, I already have someone else in my heart. You should pursue the person you like."

She also told me some of her own stories. Her husband was her professor, and it was with his encouragement that she continued her postgraduate studies abroad. He was unwilling to come to China, and they were never officially married. The marriage certificate was just for him to come visit her abroad; he had someone in China forge it.

I realized she was essentially a free agent because her master's advisor in China was her husband's former university class teacher. Her husband helped her get into graduate school without taking the entrance exam, and it was her advisor who sent her abroad on a government scholarship. Perhaps she

didn't love her husband at all, but felt she couldn't repay him, so she offered herself to him.

I asked about her sex life, and she said it was infrequent. Before, when they lived in China, they lived in different cities, about a 4-5 hour drive apart, and she rarely went back.

This time, her husband had been here for over a month, and they had only made love twice.

Everyone thinks it's a bit strange, right? She and her husband haven't seen each other for over a year and have only met twice, which is far too few.

I asked her if she liked my husband, and she nodded.

I said, "Wait a minute, I'll call my husband over so we can talk together."

My husband came over, and I said, "I'll go make dinner first, you two talk."

I made an excuse to leave, leaving the two of them alone.

My heart was bleeding, but I had to endure it.

They stayed for about an hour, during which time I couldn't concentrate on anything.

My mind was blank, and I was in a complete mess. I really hoped they would come over soon and not leave me alone in the room.

I had the urge to eavesdrop at her door, and I even thought about prying the door open, but I restrained myself.

My husband came back alone first, looking very happy, his face flushed, and his eyebrows dancing with excitement.

I suppressed my anger and asked, "Didn't you promise me you wouldn't have sex with her alone? Did you two do it?" My husband washed his hands, hugged me, and said, "Honey, I promised you we wouldn't have sex. We just touched and kissed, and I'll be honest, she gave me oral sex."

I was so angry I stood up abruptly. "You, you, you..." I couldn't find the right words to say.

My husband pulled me close and said gently, "Honey, thank you for giving me this different feeling. I really felt like I was back to the first time we made love, that heart-pounding excitement. It was so thrilling and exciting.

It's all because of you. I'll never forget you, I'll love you until I die."

Poor woman, she lost her mind so easily with sweet words. "Keep cooking, call her over to eat with us."

My husband went to call her without hesitation, leaving me, this fool, to continue cooking.

After dinner, she went to take a shower, and my husband told me a secret.

During the few days I was at work before Thanksgiving, she had secretly given him oral sex. I know my husband is a germaphobe, he would never do that for her.

Also, my husband hates body hair, he thinks it's dirty. They had even showered together, so one afternoon he shaved her completely clean.

But let me emphasize again, they didn't have sex.

I believed him.

Actually, I don't understand myself at all, I still don't understand what I'm doing.

Maybe everyone thinks it's impossible for such a thing to happen, but it really happened in my life, read on.

After they came over for dinner, you all probably know what happened, right? This was their first real sexual encounter.

It wasn't long, but it was intense.

I remained quiet on the side. Actually, in the dark I couldn't see anything, I could only feel it.

After the men finished, they all fell into a deep sleep. I didn't sleep a wink all night, and neither did she. I saw her cover him with a blanket in the middle of the night and gently kiss his face.

The three of us slept like that all night, but actually only one of us slept.

Who can understand how we felt? I was disappointed and sad, while she was happy and content.

Around 5 a.m., my husband woke up, and everyone got up to go to the bathroom, rinse their mouths, and then went back to bed.

My husband was the last to go to wash up. When he went, I asked her how she felt, and she said she felt comfortable.

We started to relax a bit; we were all familiar with each other and could chat and laugh.

While I was in the bathroom, I secretly turned up the air conditioner temperature. As dawn broke, the temperature started to rise, and they found it difficult to stay covered up.

I secretly wrote the same word repeatedly on my husband's back with my finger, reminding him to continue making love.

He had been holding her the whole time, his back to me. I gently kissed his back, making him feel ticklish.

He couldn't resist, his hands started to wander, and she began to react intensely, hiding in my husband's arms and kissing his penis passionately. I could vaguely see it, but I was too embarrassed to sit up and look; it wasn't very bright yet, so I remained still, giving them a moment of peace.

But my husband couldn't resist and lay on top of her again.

He moved up and down, the blanket on his waist, and all I could see were her breasts, small and firm.

I had an urge to touch them, but I still didn't dare.

Afterwards, we were both exhausted, and when we woke up it was already noon.

This long weekend was just another repeat of the above, and I didn't see much.

She was fairly conscientious; when I went to work, they would make lunch together and then go to work.

When I got home in the evenings, she was usually not there. Oh, I forgot to mention, when she first arrived, we took her grocery shopping, but nothing happened, it was normal.

Four months later, she bought a car, and then a friend of mine's two children needed to learn Chinese. I didn't have time, so I introduced her to it. She's been teaching children for almost a year now.

Before, she went to classes on weekends, but after this relationship developed, she changed her schedule, going on weekdays and resting on weekends.

So she comes home quite late in the evenings, and we usually go to bed first.

But I can no longer be intimate with my husband. He barely touches me, only holding me while we sleep.

I asked him how he felt, and he felt like the happiest and most content person in the world because he had no burdens in his heart, even though I knew and still tolerated him doing those things.

But he still felt guilty; after all, we still had feelings for each other.

He genuinely said he was grateful to me for letting him experience a completely different process and would continue his vows.

But a shadow has slowly begun to fall over me. Seeing him enjoy it makes me very unhappy, though we've both shown it.

I think what attracts him to me is the same as what I feel: he's intelligent and outstanding.

He's the youngest in his family; his older brother is a renowned doctor, and his older sister and brother-in-law are both professors who studied engineering.

His brother-in-law also runs a business and is very well-off.

My husband's father was persecuted during the Cultural Revolution and died near its end.

However, things have been overturned. If my father-in-law hadn't been persecuted (he died at 33), he would have been a provincial governor.

He was ambitious, musically inclined, a skilled guitarist, and an excellent harmonica player; he could play anything he could sing beautifully.

He often performed for us when he had free time, which was something he was proud of.

So I think she's growing to like him more and more, and I'm a little scared.

My mother-in-law came to the US about three weeks after Thanksgiving. In the past three weeks, I haven't actually been home during the day, so I don't know what they did, but I still believe my husband's vow that he would never have sex with her alone.

She also enjoys these days, buying groceries and cooking for my husband.

My husband hates cooking, but he's okay at everything else.

We all get along peacefully, except that we mostly have sex at night, so I can't see clearly. Anyway, I won't join in; I stick to my principles.

After my mother-in-law arrived, it brought a lot of inconvenience. I told her that this girl was all alone here, and as everyone knows, America is very lonely. We weren't in school anymore, and there were hardly any other Chinese people around.

So we cooked together. My mother-in-law is a good person and didn't say anything. She started cooking lunch for the two of them since I wasn't home for lunch.

But I cooked dinner, and the four of us ate together.

My mother-in-law didn't notice anything amiss.

This made it less convenient for her to come to our house on weekends, but she did come secretly, leaving very early in the morning. My mother-in-law got up at 5 am.

During this time, I learned that they had an argument.

The reason was that before, we only had one car. Starting in 2006, my husband needed to commute to another city, less than two hours away.

So after my mother-in-law arrived, the four of us went to a car dealership together. We let her accompany my mother-in-law so my husband and I could negotiate with the dealer, etc.

We spent a whole day there, most of which was spent with my husband looking at cars while she stayed with my mother-in-law.

The price wasn't right, and in the end, a friend of mine was selling a used car, which we thought was a good deal, so we gave up on the new car.

She didn't show it when we came back that day; it was Saturday. The next day, she didn't come over at noon, and my husband went to her office to look for her in the afternoon.

Later, my husband told me that she felt like an outsider, not fully integrated into his life, and that buying a car without consulting her was pointless, so she wanted to break up.

I didn't want to find out exactly what they talked about, but anyway, she came over for dinner that night.

Around Christmas, her friends and their family came to visit her.

They came less often, but one day I was at work, and my husband took my mother-in-law, her, and her friends' family to the park.

She was very happy that day without me.

However, I learned from my husband that her friend had noticed something was wrong with her towards him; her eyes were all over him.

She didn't deny it, admitting she just liked him.

Her friend, too, was having an affair. This woman was my husband's classmate, but she was more successful than him. She was also on a government-sponsored scholarship, had her own research projects, and even helped my husband with his studies.

Back in China, she was already with a married man, but he divorced his wife for her and gave her 300,000 yuan of his savings.

However, she didn't divorce him for the sake of her children, but she never had sex with my husband again. I don't know what her husband was thinking. Anyway, he's now in the US. They've lost their love but continue to maintain this family; it's not easy. Before

New Year's, her friend left.

We went to see the New Year's fireworks together. While waiting for the fireworks, she told my husband it was New Year's Day and that she wanted to spend the evening with him.

When we got home, my husband started getting restless, tossing and turning in bed. Actually, I didn't want him to go; I wanted to spend time alone with him. We hadn't made love in a long time, and I felt he'd been "clean" for a week, so he was both wanting and not wanting it.

But judging from his expression, he wasn't interested in me at all.

Since he couldn't sleep, I figured I might as well give in to him. I said, "Let's go to his room together. It's inconvenient with her here. Anyway, Mom knows we're sleeping in tomorrow; she'll go out for a stroll, and we'll sneak back."

My husband completely agreed.

We knocked on the door, and she opened it.

She seemed a little uncomfortable at first, but quickly adjusted.

She only had one large blanket, and the bed was small, a full-size one.

I got into bed first, and they sat beside me, a little awkward. I said, "Come on in, it's late."

They slowly came up too.

But because we were sharing a blanket, everyone was a little awkward and restrained.

A strange thought welled up inside me.

It was still quite hot with three people sharing the blanket, so I said, "Let's take off our pajamas; I like to sleep naked."

Saying this, I took them off completely.

They didn't move, and I got a little annoyed. I said, "We're not doing anything, it's just too hot. It's not fair if you don't take them off. I don't want to!" My husband had no choice but to take his off, and she did too.

A friend had just said that my husband wouldn't hurt her feelings and never touched me, which I didn't understand at the time.

Now I know. I've never made love to my husband in front of her; I've only done it behind her back.

The foreplay lasted a long time; my husband kept touching her, both top and bottom.

I could feel my husband's hands moving.

My husband had already brought her to a climax with his hands, but I kept writing incandescent phrases on his back that only we could understand, basically telling him to have sex with her.

I was starting to crave their performance.

Finally, they went in, and they started moaning with pleasure. I wanted a better look, so I turned on the bedside lamp.

They seemed a little uncomfortable at first, but slowly, the pleasure numbed them.

I saw it all clearly, and I felt a real, tangible pleasure myself.

Actually, I couldn't hold back any longer. I turned to my side and kissed her neck. She didn't resist; she even responded softly. I grew bolder and gently ran my hand over her breasts. She trembled.

Her reaction became even more intense. I felt my husband was going crazy with excitement, with two women with him.

My husband leaned down to kiss my face, and I pulled away a little reluctantly.

But I became more open and started kissing her breasts.

We both had orgasms that night.

Things became more natural after that.

My husband went to work in another city and only came back on weekends. My mother-in-law gets up too early, and I don't have time to spend with her.

My husband asked her to spend more time with my mother-in-law, and she gets up at 6 am every morning to take her for a walk, which is great.

On weekends, I get up early with my husband so she can rest. We haven't had sex for two weeks, mainly because we haven't had the time; my husband wants to spend more time with his mother.

His mother isn't staying here long, only for three months, and he also has to work.

I know they've been communicating by phone and MSN.

I'm starting to get a little jealous of them, really. By this point, I didn't want to continue this relationship.

I tried talking to my husband about it, and he said that after my mother came, she could keep her company during the day.

I said I could keep her company myself.

I secretly resolved to get up early and take my mother-in-law for a walk.

Actually, my mother-in-law really wanted me to accompany her; she was very happy.

The other girl, however, wasn't so happy and barely spoke the whole way.

We agreed to leave at 6 a.m.

But one day I slept in a little longer, maybe 5 minutes, and they had already left. I chased after them, but this time they went in the opposite direction. I was so disappointed; there was nothing I could do.

When my mother-in-law came back, I couldn't hold back anymore. I asked her why she didn't wait for me or call me. She told me that the girl said I was tired from work and wanted me to sleep in. I then asked why they took different routes, and my mother-in-law said it was the girl's suggestion.

I was a little dissatisfied and started complaining to my husband. He spoke up for her, and I softened and let it go.

This was a wrong start.

My husband kept saying the same things: he only loved me, he would never change his mind, and his relationship with her was just lust.

I felt relieved.

Actually, my mother-in-law had asked me about it; she felt the girl looked at my husband strangely, like she was obsessed.

I just smiled and let it go.

I love my husband, and he had told me most of what had happened. This girl really enjoyed giving my husband oral sex, which he greatly admired, saying she was better than me. I didn't really like her.

He also told me that while she wasn't as beautiful as Pan Jinlian, she was just as promiscuous. She was very sensitive; she could reach orgasm just by touching breasts. She

also liked to eat semen without feeling disgusted. Actually, my husband himself felt a little disgusted by it, but he didn't refuse.

I couldn't do that at all. He thought she was a beauty, but only for sex.

Seeing his frankness, I felt more at ease, only asking to see her performance, which my husband agreed to. I

'm looking for an opportunity to see more clearly. My

mother-in-law has started to dislike the girl because whenever she and my husband argue, she doesn't come over. My husband has to call her for ages before she finally comes.

My dissatisfaction has become more apparent. My mother-in-law doesn't want my husband to call her, but he goes anyway. She repeatedly asks me what their relationship is, and I say it's mainly because there are only three of us Chinese living here, and we should look after each other and not overthink it.

My mother-in-law also warned me not to let a wolf into the house, but I know the root of the problem best myself.

My mother-in-law says she doesn't like her coming to our house because her own son and daughter-in-law haven't cooked for us, yet she cooks for her every day at noon.

I don't know if the old woman said it on purpose or not, but I was quite pleased.

My mother-in-law also hinted that she looked old and absolutely agreed that a first marriage is best because my father-in-law died when she was 32 and she never remarried.

She dislikes divorced women and finds them uncomfortable.

She likes me very much and is considerate and attentive.

I won't go into details about how attentive I am.

Anyway, my husband stayed near his workplace for four nights alone, and I was very worried about his life, but my mother-in-law was home, so I couldn't go there.

Her opportunity came; she cooked soup and food and even skipped her tutoring job to deliver it to my husband.

Luckily, we were on the phone all night, so I knew she was coming, but she didn't.

This further demonstrated my husband's vows and made me believe it was all a game. I knew all their conversations, and my husband put the phone in his pocket; they didn't have sex.

These superficial phenomena left me somewhat confused. I genuinely believed my husband loved only me, but I completely overlooked the fact that they, too, have feelings for each other.

Then this girl drove two hours to deliver food, stayed for an hour, and returned without staying overnight.

The journey took four hours. I truly admired her and was slightly moved.

However, I didn't hear a single word of the sweet nothings my husband and she exchanged online.

It seems my husband's skill in charming her only made her like him more.

Actually, I felt a little happy; a woman liking my husband meant he was excellent. People said I was weird, but it was truly my feeling.

I also felt I had the upper hand, a bit of a competition for his affection, because I felt my husband's heart was with me.

The truth is, he still has feelings for me, but not entirely; I just hadn't realized it yet.

March arrived in a blur, and my mother-in-law passed away. Before she left, she warned me to move out and never let that woman come to our house again, fearing something bad might happen. But it was too late now that something had happened.

The crazy days that followed were

even more intense. With my mother-in-law gone, things became even more unrestrained.

Weekends were basically spent in bed until noon. Honestly, I barely had sex with my husband, letting him conserve his energy.

She reached climax easily, but men always have a desire to conquer, to make her feel utterly lost.

My husband even told me on the phone that he really wanted to one day make her ecstatic.

So, let's add some additives. I went to the drugstore and looked at some medications, but I was a little embarrassed and hesitant to use them.

So, let's drink! We bought a two-pound bottle of strong vodka. I told my husband beforehand not to drink it himself, but to drink with her; I wanted to get drunk with her.

We started drinking, and I don't know if she was trying to challenge me, but she really started drinking glass after glass with me. We were really drinking; she didn't let my husband drink.

I can hold my liquor pretty well, but she can't. It was at this point that she told the truth: "You guys are playing a game with me, seeing who can take the fall."

My reaction was a little slow, but I clearly remember what she said.

She complimented my looks, saying even her boss said I was beautiful, that she couldn't compare to me, but then she said I was the one who abandoned my husband because I said I didn't love him anymore and had an affair, which is why she slept with him.

She said she knew she still had a marriage and would resolve it at the appropriate time.

She also said, "I know you've had many years of relationship, and there are other reasons why you won't divorce right now.

But I don't want to think about the future."

All I could say was continue my lies, because I had already started, and there was no going back.

My husband watched us from the side, his eyes filled with happiness and tenderness.

She had drunk over a pound of liquor and was completely out of it.

Her whole body was limp. My husband picked her up and carried her to the room.

I stood up and followed, actually wanting to check on her.

I tried to take off her clothes, but my husband wouldn't let me.

He just held her, but I insisted, trying to forcibly undress her. Just then, she called my name, saying she needed a basin to vomit.

Hearing that, I sobered up considerably; I felt so disgusted.

I quickly grabbed a basin and brought it in. She vomited.

My husband hugged her waist from behind, blaming me for getting her drunk. I felt wronged; I had actually drunk just as much as she had.

I was just stubbornly holding on. I was a little sad; he didn't care about my feelings at all.

But I still had my senses. I went to empty her vomit, repeating this several times.

I thought she wouldn't throw up anymore, so I told my husband to give her a shower and then let her go to sleep.

She kept apologizing to me, saying she was drunk, and kept calling my husband's name, saying she loved him.

I was speechless.

While my husband was giving her a shower, she threw up again. It looked like she could only sleep tonight.

I watched her fall asleep and asked my husband if he liked her, otherwise why would he be so protective of her?

He answered very simply, no.

I said since she understood we were just playing around, and that people speak the truth when they're drunk, then let's play for real. I want to film and take photos.

He said he'd tell her tomorrow.

The next day, she woke up, and we were still in bed, but it was quite funny.

We insisted on washing up before going back to bed; they had expectations, and I don't like polluted air.

Actually, they started flirting again, ignoring my presence right next to me. I knew exactly what I was going to do.

So I nudged my husband on the back, and he understood what I wanted to do.

Then, when she was comfortable, he told me to get the dvand camera.

I went quickly, of course, and she didn't seem to object.

I wasn't prepared; I had to install the batteries.

I was in a rush, frantically setting it up.

Actually, my husband was quite attentive; he remained aroused while also trying to please her—it's not easy being a man.

I started filming, a live erotic film.

I filmed very carefully; they cooperated well, changing positions, and she was very happy.

I actually saw her looking a little dizzy, and I was quite worried about her.

Later, when I watched the tape, I laughed at myself because I kept saying things like, "Don't ejaculate, don't ejaculate."

I also took photos with both my camera and video camera, and they were quite impressive. I won't go into details because I'm afraid it'll be too explicit, but I'll add them to my blog later.

She really didn't seem to mind that thing being dirty at all; she even pulled it out to kiss it before continuing.

My husband eventually put it in his mouth, and she actually ate it.

I couldn't do that; I found it disgusting and felt ashamed.

You'll never guess what happened next, just watch.

I'm starting to understand my role and I'm worried it will get complicated if this continues. Plus,

for some other reasons, we're planning to move at the end of April, but not far, about 30 minutes from where we live.

I'm starting to feel threatened; the girl keeps visiting him, and he's already very touched, especially since my husband knows I don't like her going to his place so often.

So I suggested we cool off a bit. The game had been going on for months, and my husband, after reflecting on it, felt he was neglecting my feelings and thought it was time to settle things. He promised to talk to her properly, but asked for some time.

I agreed and let him handle it himself.

During this time, I secretly checked my husband's email; I couldn't see it on MSN, but the emails were still there.

Perhaps my husband felt it was difficult to handle.

He found out somewhere online that the girl and her husband had married her several years ago and even separated their house—all things my husband didn't know; she had been hiding it from him.

Because we believed her, she told her husband that she had arranged the marriage through an acquaintance before coming to the US last year, but they had actually been married for a long time. We

genuinely believed it was fake.

My husband was very angry; it was a small blow to him. He thought he had already won her over, but it turned out she was still holding back.

She started crying and said that it was all a lie. Back then, to get housing allocations, her husband's former students had someone in the county help them get the permits, and neither of them went. Do you believe it? My husband and I still don't believe it.

My husband asked her if she was happy with him. She said he gave her a feeling she'd never experienced before, and she was very satisfied.

When asked for her opinion of me, she said I was very good to her, gave her a completely new experience, and she was very grateful.

Without me, she hadn't felt any passion.

As long as she didn't hate me, she felt good.

Actually, I'm very good to her; we shop for groceries together without haggling, but mainly I cook for both of them.

I feel it's not easy for me to do that; I've never tasted the food she cooks for me.

Another thing my husband was unhappy about with her was that she started talking badly about me behind my back. At that time, my husband was still on my side.

He couldn't tolerate her disrespecting me.

Actually, she's a bit foolish; by saying bad things about me, she's completely negating my husband's past, which of course makes him unhappy.

She also said that she liked my husband from the first moment she saw him, but couldn't express it.

I don't believe that nonsense, and neither does my husband.

But it's very appealing; she's charming.

Also, she told my husband that her husband's first time having sex with her was under his seduction.

At the time, she was still an undergraduate, and he was more than seven years older than her, a teacher, who had been pursuing her.

Before her, her husband had attempted suicide for his daughter.

One day, he used the excuse that he missed his recently deceased mother to ask her to drink with him. Unexpectedly, she got drunk and, in a daze, was sexually assaulted. She then stayed to pursue her master's degree or went back to her hometown.

My husband asked her if she hated him, and she said no, adding that if she broke up with her husband, she would consider him family forever. She said

if she broke up with my husband, she would hate him for life.

My husband was furious when he told me this; men are so pitiful.

My husband considered breaking up with her, but—so for the next month they argued. Now I understand that my husband didn't want to break up with her; he was just jealous. I was

so naive back then.

At the end of April, we moved, and she came to see us off.

I let them say goodbye separately.

Actually, she was very reluctant to see us move; she was a little sad.

I felt very sad seeing her like that.

I invited her over, but I don't know how things went between her and my husband. I can't see my husband every day, especially since he only comes home on weekends.

But I can say with certainty that they didn't have sex behind my back.

Firstly, it's too far; she has tutoring jobs, and secondly, it's not very convenient for my husband, and I've been talking to him on the phone every night.

It was a quiet weekend, and actually, I was getting a little tired of this kind of life, not having a proper weekend.

My husband told me he'd been trying to break up with her and asked me to give him more time.

Tolerance is a virtue, and I needed it.

The following Tuesday evening, after finishing her tutoring, she said she wanted to come see me. I told her it was too late and I had to work the next day.

But she was already at the door.

[The End]

I knew the beginning of the story, but I never expected the ending.

I met my husband in 1993 and we got married in 1996.

By 2005, we had been together for 12 years.

Married friends probably understand that after 12 years, love has long since become mundane, and the realities of life have transformed it into familial affection.

My husband and I are currently like the left hand touching the right.

I won't go into details about our married life and its process; you can experience it for yourselves.

I let my husband sleep with another woman, and it was the three of us together.

We haven't had children after many years of marriage, and since we wanted to pursue our own interests, it's always been just the two of us. After

being together for so long, we both experienced aesthetic fatigue and needed some freshness.

We've considered divorce, but we can't bear to leave each other.

Then the root of the problem arises: we've both lost interest in sex. My husband said he wanted to have sex with someone else, to try something different.

Whether it was out of a desire for excitement or some other reason, I actually agreed to his idea.

We were both looking for opportunities, both hoping for a different life.

Our neighbor was a well-behaved and gentle girl, studying for her PhD here alone, while her husband was in another city.

Loneliness and fate brought us closer. I would occasionally joke about her and my husband, and she wouldn't object; my husband would secretly smile sweetly.

I asked my husband, "Do you like her? Do you want to have sex with her?" My husband was a little embarrassed. He said that when he said he wanted to have sex with other people, it was just a joke; he wouldn't have sex with a strange woman.

I joked, "Let you two develop your feelings slowly."

The opportunity came in October 2005. The last typhoon swept through our city, and we were well-prepared based on the weather forecast.

Returning home from shopping, I bumped into her? I asked her if she was ready, and she said her advisor had asked her to come to his house and would pick her up soon.

I said since she was alone, she might as well not go to her advisor's house; it's awkward to go to someone else's home. She suggested she stay with us, and the three of us could play cards and chat.

She agreed and called her advisor to tell him not to come.

We were all from out of town, and everyone else had left, leaving only the three of us at the center, as we lived there.

The typhoon was very strong that time. We kept the doors and windows closed and waited for it to end.

We talked a lot; we'd known each other for over a year, and this was the first time we'd been so close.

She and I slept in the bed, and my husband slept on the sofa, in the same room, so we could look after each other if anything happened.

The wind and rain blew all night, but we remained calm, and the night passed peacefully.

The next day, I woke up to find the typhoon had a huge impact; trees were down, and the power was out.

The radio said a city was completely flooded. Luckily, our area wasn't in the typhoon's epicenter.

My husband and his girlfriend work at a research institute; they didn't have to work,

but I had to go. Because we had prepared the day before, we had plenty of food and drink.

I went to work, leaving them alone.

At the time, I didn't think about anything else; work was the most important thing.

My husband called and said that the center's leadership said that because too many power lines had been broken due to the typhoon, repairs couldn't be completed immediately, so there would be no power for the next 20 days, meaning we could have about a 20-day holiday.

My husband was very happy; he could rest.

But I was doomed; I still had to go to work because my workplace was in the city, and there was no power outage there.

I was worried he'd be bored alone, so I half-jokingly said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't have sex with a woman you have no feelings for? Now I'll give you a chance to cultivate those feelings."

There was a cheerful laugh on the other end of the phone.

When I got home, I saw them chatting together. Since they had nothing to do, they cooked something together.

Because of the experiment, the girl had a generator in her office to keep the refrigerator warm and also to use the computer.

Without the computer, my husband was like a mother without children.

They told me they ate lunch together and then went online together.

After the girl went home and went to sleep, I lay in bed and asked my husband, "How did you feel?" My husband hugged me and said, "Wife, you're the only one I love in this world.

I believe in our love, really."

I felt a strange flutter in my heart; I really wanted to see what it was like for my husband to have sex with someone else.

I believe that loving someone means making them happy; if they're happy, I'm happy too.

Besides, we also need a little excitement to spice things up our relationship—that's my personal opinion. I also wanted to know if my husband would actually have sex with her.

I kept teasing him with my words, and my husband said, "Don't say I'm being unreasonable; you're making me all itchy."

But I emphasized one point: because I love you, I'll let you have sex with someone else. I want you to be happy. If you do have sex with her, I want to be there to watch. And you absolutely cannot have sex with her alone, even just once. If you do, our love is over.

My husband was already sleepy and mumbled his agreement.

What happened next is unimaginable. I went to work during the day, and they lived their lives together slowly.

When we got back that evening, we joked around a bit. My husband told me he felt pretty good about it, just like it was fun, like a game.

After half a month, they'd both developed a little bit of affection for each other, and they'd blush at the occasional unintentional joke.

I knew they hadn't crossed that line yet.

The girl's husband had visited the city in August and left in September; it had been a month since they'd been intimate.

Maybe she was missing him.

The electricity came back on, but they still cooked and ate together, showing no signs of wanting to separate.

When I got home, we usually chatted for a while. I don't remember how we talked about sex one day after dinner.

From our conversation, I learned she had never watched adult films before. I suddenly remembered I had several downloaded pornographic movies on my husband's office computer. I suggested we take her laptop to his office and copy them for her.

We went out together and headed straight to our destination, where I copied all my adult films for her.

On the way back, I suggested we watch them at my house.

She didn't object, and my husband didn't say anything.

We went back inside and sat on the sofa. We watched a movie together. My husband, embarrassed, stayed in his room.

The movie was intense, and we were both getting a little restless.

I stood up, grabbed a bottle of water, and gave her one too. Then I asked my husband if he wanted some water. He opened the door and took the water from my hand. I grabbed him and said we should watch together. He refused, but I dragged him to the sofa and pressed him between us. We all watched the movie together.

She didn't react at all and didn't seem to want to leave. I wondered what she was thinking.

—We were all a bit agitated. I glanced at my husband and her faces; they looked excited, their faces flushed. I knew the game was about to begin.

I nudged my husband's arm, urging him to take action. He glared at me, meaning I should shut up.

I ignored him. I knew they were embarrassed, and I had to do something to help them.

So I stood up and took a thin sheet to cover us, which made us feel more discreet.

With this little bit of cover, my husband started to get bolder.

Because we were sitting on the sofa, I could secretly see his hand slowly slipping down her back, gently caressing her waist through her clothes.

She trembled slightly but didn't resist.

My husband grew even bolder, gently unbuttoning her clothes and slowly sliding his hand under her slender waist.

She was 1.6 meters tall and weighed a little over 90 pounds, quite thin.

My husband's hand continued to gently caress her from top to bottom, and she didn't resist.

My husband felt more at ease and slowly moved his hand up to her waist, reaching towards her chest.

I could clearly feel her whole body trembling, especially when my husband's hand touched her breasts.

I looked at her face; she seemed a little intoxicated, a little expectant.

My husband, excited, was caressing her breasts with one hand.

Slowly, he used his other hand to untie her bra straps and began to grope her wantonly.

She began to moan softly, her eyes becoming hazy.

My husband excitedly removed her top, and she lay half-naked in a corner of the sofa, passionately kissing her breasts.

Actually, I was very excited too; I'll never forget that scene.

She didn't resist at all, only wrapped her arms around my husband's neck, responding with kisses.

I told my husband to carry her inside, and he actually stood up to carry her, but perhaps he was too excited and weak, because he couldn't lift her. I think he should go to the gym more often.

My husband half-carried, half-pulled her into the house and

closed the door behind him .

It was dark inside, and I felt a little abandoned.

I secretly followed her to the doorway, eavesdropping.

But there were no other sounds. After a few minutes in the room, I heard her say to my husband, "No, no," and something like that.

I heard my husband reply, "Okay, okay, I'll hold you then."

Nothing more was done. Soon they came out, both of them looking awkward.

After she left, I asked my husband, "Did you do it?" My husband said no, that she was afraid we were just holding each other.

He said I had to respect her wishes, and he didn't want to force her, but I already knew this was a breakthrough; I knew she liked me and was starting to accept me.

I said, "One more step, I have to give you one more push. You have to treat me well from now on and don't change your mind."

My husband agreed.

I know my husband loves me very much; we just lack passion.

I decided to go see what she was doing. When I got to her house, she had just finished showering.

I told her to come to my room and chat with me. We could sleep in bed together, and my husband could stay on the sofa, like during a typhoon.

She didn't want to go at first, but after some persuasion, she agreed, though she still needed to dry her hair.

I told her I had to go first and take a shower, and she could come over when she was done.

She came over shortly after I finished showering, and we got into bed and chatted. I don't remember exactly what we talked about.

My husband didn't come in; he lay down on the sofa in the living room.

I said to her, "How about this, it's a bit cold outside, I'll ask my husband to come to bed."

She said no, please don't mind. I reassured her that I would let my husband have his own blanket, and I would sleep in the middle with her.

She nodded in agreement.

I went out to call my husband in. He seemed a little embarrassed, so I said it was just a chat, was that alright?

I pulled him in, and we started chatting.

But we were all distracted, talking about completely unrelated things.

It was late, and I knew they were still a bit uncomfortable.

I deliberately went to the bathroom and when I came back, I pushed my husband to the middle of the bed, saying I wasn't used to sleeping in the middle, and that he should sleep there.

I then pulled her blanket over him.

I was actually very conflicted. To be honest, I didn't want my husband to have sex with her at all. This game was just to test his feelings, to see if he could hold out.

Maybe I was a little despicable, forgetting the girl's feelings, but people also want something different when they're bored.

I also secretly wanted to see how my husband actually had sex with someone else.

These two feelings were contradictory, yet they seemed somewhat related.

In the darkness, I could only sense them kissing, caressing, and rolling around.

The heavy breathing and low sounds of rejection made me afraid to move, whether afraid of ruining their time or worried that they had actually done it, I didn't even understand myself.

But I could sense that nothing had happened to them that night, because I couldn't feel the bed shaking or making any noise.

He held her all night; everyone slept naked because I secretly lifted the corner of my husband's blanket and crawled inside, pressing myself against his back.

She was petite, nestled in my husband's arms.

At that moment, I also wanted my husband to hold me like before, but I'm too tall, 169 centimeters. My husband used to always say that holding me was tiring, but he didn't say that when we first got married; he loved holding my big baby.

Daylight broke, and the girl got dressed and left.

My husband and I were exhausted, so we went back to sleep, each in our own rooms.

I forgot to mention, this was a few days before Thanksgiving, a weekend just after the worst typhoon to hit New Orleans.

When I woke up, I jokingly asked my husband if he'd had a chance, though I already knew the answer.

I invited her over for lunch, and she didn't refuse.

For the next few days, we stayed together every night, but it was limited to my husband embracing her while sleeping; nothing more happened.

It seems my husband is still cultivating a relationship with her. Since I was at work during the day, I didn't know the details of their situation.

Perhaps she needs to figure out what to do next.

The real day arrived on Thanksgiving. She told us over the long weekend that she was going to stay at her friend's house in Orlando for a few days, and she left in the morning.

Actually, I was secretly pleased. I could have a few quiet days alone with my husband, and I also wanted to talk to him about this.

I emphasized again, "Honey, I just want you to be happy because I love you."

Maybe you think I'm weird or have mental problems; I've read everyone's replies.

However, I don't agree with their having sex; there are other issues.

I hope my husband can firmly reject my strange idea and stop seeing her.

But he told me she likes him, and she told him she doesn't want to go to Orlando at all, she just wants to be with him, but she also wants to calm down.

The more I outwardly encourage him to continue seeing her, the more I inwardly oppose it.

But the words are already out, and I can't take them back, and I want to see how things develop.

I made a bet with him: if she came back instead of going to Orlando because of me, we could be intimate, on one condition: I couldn't be alone with her. He said he absolutely wouldn't, because he only loved me. We were each other's first love; neither of us had dated before we met.

I have a straightforward personality, probably because I grew up in Chongqing, and maybe it's from eating too much chili.

But my husband and I couldn't control our thoughts in the days that followed.

In the afternoon, I actually saw her car return, and a chill ran down my spine.

What I didn't want to happen, happened anyway.

Since I'd already started, I decided to continue being the good guy. I went to see her and asked why she came back. She said the drive was too far and she felt too tired to go.

During our conversation, I couldn't help but lie, saying, "Do you know my husband likes you?" But why am I not angry? You know, our marriage has long been a sham, the love is long gone. We're only staying together for the sake of our identities and mutual support.

Don't be afraid, I already have someone else in my heart. You should pursue the person you love.

She also told me some things about herself. Her husband is her professor, and it was with his encouragement that she continued her postgraduate studies abroad. He was unwilling to come to China. They weren't officially married; the marriage certificate was just for him to come visit her abroad—he had someone in China forge it.

I understood then that she was actually a free person because her master's advisor in China was her husband's former university class teacher. Her husband helped her get into graduate school without taking the entrance exam, and later, it was her advisor who sent her abroad on a government scholarship.

Perhaps she never loved her husband, but had no way to repay him, so she gave herself to him.

I asked her about her sex life, and she said it was infrequent. Before, when they lived in China, they lived in different cities, about a 4-5 hour drive apart, and she rarely went back.

This time, her husband had been here for over a month, and they had only made love twice.

Everyone thought that was a bit strange; she and her husband hadn't seen each other for over a year, and only twice—that was too few.

I asked her if she liked my husband, and she nodded.

I said, "Wait a minute, I'll call my husband over so we can talk."

My husband came, and I said, "I'll go make dinner first, you two talk."

I excused myself and left, leaving them alone.

My heart was bleeding, but I had to endure it.

They stayed for about an hour, during which time I couldn't concentrate on anything.

My mind was blank, my thoughts were in turmoil, and I really hoped they would come quickly and not leave me alone in the room.

I had the urge to eavesdrop at her door, and I even considered breaking in, but I restrained myself.

My husband came home alone, beaming, his face flushed and his eyes sparkling.

I suppressed my anger and asked, "Didn't you promise me you wouldn't have sex with her alone? Did you two?" My husband washed his hands, hugged me, and said, "Honey, I promised you I wouldn't have sex. We just touched and kissed, and honestly, she gave me oral sex."

I was so angry I stood up abruptly. "You, you, you..." I couldn't find the right words to say.

My husband pulled me close and said gently, "Honey, thank you for giving me such a different feeling. I really felt like I was back to the first time we made love, that heart-pounding excitement. It was so thrilling and exciting.

It's all because of you. I'll never forget you, I'll love you until I die."

Poor woman, so easily swayed by sweet words. Keep cooking, call her over to eat with us.

My husband went to call her without hesitation, leaving me, the idiot, to continue cooking.

After dinner, she went to take a shower, and my husband told me a secret.

During the few days I was at work before Thanksgiving, she had secretly given him oral sex. I know my husband is a germaphobe; he would never do that for her.

Also, my husband hates body hair, thinking it's dirty. They had even showered together, so one afternoon he shaved her completely clean.

But he emphasized one point: they didn't have sex.

I believed him.

Actually, I don't understand myself at all; I still don't understand what I'm doing.

Maybe everyone thinks such a thing couldn't possibly happen, but it really did happen in my life. Read on.

After dinner, everyone probably knows what was going to happen—this was their first real sexual encounter.

It wasn't long, but it was intense.

I remained quiet on the side; actually, I couldn't see anything in the dark, I could only feel it.

The men fell into a deep sleep afterward, but I didn't sleep a wink all night, and neither did she. I saw her cover him with a blanket in the middle of the night and gently kiss his face.

The three of us slept like that all night, but actually only one of us slept.

Who can understand how she and I felt? I was disappointed and sad, while she was happy and content.

Around 5 a.m., my husband woke up, and everyone got up to go to the bathroom, rinse their mouths, and then went back to bed.

My husband was the last to go to wash up. When he went, I asked her how it felt, and she said it felt good.

We started to relax a bit, everyone was familiar with each other, and we could chat and laugh.

While I was in the bathroom, I secretly turned up the air conditioner temperature. It was getting brighter, and as the temperature rose, they couldn't stay covered up anymore.

I secretly wrote the same word repeatedly on my husband's back with my finger, reminding him to continue making love.

He was actually holding her the whole time, his back to me. I gently kissed my husband's back, making him feel ticklish.

He couldn't resist, his hands started to wander, and she started to react intensely, hiding in my husband's arms and kissing his genitals passionately. I could vaguely see it, but I was too embarrassed to sit up and look; it wasn't very bright yet, so I remained still, giving them a moment of peace.

But my husband couldn't resist and lay on top of her again.

He was moving up and down, the blanket on his waist, and all I could see were her breasts, small but firm.

I had an urge to touch them, but I didn't dare.

Afterwards, we were both exhausted, and I woke up around noon.

This long weekend, we repeated the same thing; I didn't see much.

She was quite considerate; when I went to work, they made lunch together and then went to work.

I got home in the evening, and she was usually not there. Oh, I forgot to mention, when she first came, we took her grocery shopping, but nothing happened, it was all normal.

Four months later, she bought a car, and then a friend of mine's two children needed to learn Chinese. I didn't have time, so I introduced her to it. She's been teaching children for almost a year now.

Before, she went to class on weekends, but after we got together, she changed her schedule, going on weekdays and resting on weekends.

So she comes home quite late in the evening, and we usually go to bed first.

But I can't be intimate with my husband anymore. He doesn't touch me much, he just holds me to sleep.

I asked him how he felt, and he thinks he's the happiest and most content person in the world because he has no burden on his heart. I know all this and still tolerate him doing those things.

But I still feel guilty; after all, we still have feelings for each other.

He genuinely expressed his gratitude to me, saying I had given him a completely different experience, and he continued to uphold his vow.

However, a shadow began to slowly fall over me. Seeing him enjoy it made me very unhappy, though we didn't show it.

I think what attracted him to my husband was the same thing I felt: he was intelligent and outstanding.

He was the youngest in his family; his older brother was a renowned doctor, and his older sister and brother-in-law were both professors who studied engineering.

His brother-in-law also ran his own business and was very well-off.

My husband's father was persecuted during the Cultural Revolution and died near its end.

However, he was exonerated; if he hadn't been persecuted (he died at 33), he would have been a provincial governor.

He himself was ambitious, musically inclined, and a skilled guitarist and harmonica player. He could play anything he could sing beautifully.

He often performed for us when he had free time, which was something he was very proud of.

So I see she's growing to like him more and more, and I'm getting a little scared.

My mother-in-law came to the US about three weeks after Thanksgiving. For the past three weeks, I haven't actually been home during the day, so I don't know what they did, but I still believe my husband's vow that he would never have sex with her alone.

She seems to enjoy these days, buying groceries and cooking for my husband.

My husband hates cooking, but he's okay at everything else.

We all get along peacefully, except that we mostly have sex at night, so I can't see clearly, and I won't join in; I stick to my principles.

My mother-in-law's arrival has brought a lot of inconvenience, but I told her that this girl is all alone here, and everyone knows how lonely America is. We're not in school anymore, and there are hardly any other Chinese people there.

So we cook together. My mother-in-law is a good person and didn't say anything. She started cooking lunch for the two of them since I wasn't home at noon.

I cooked dinner, and the four of us ate together.

My mother-in-law didn't notice anything amiss.

This made it less convenient for her to come over on weekends, but she did come secretly, leaving very early in the morning. My mother-in-law got up at 5 am.

During this time, I learned they had an argument.

The reason was that before, we only had one car. Starting in 2006, my husband needed to commute to work in another city, a drive of less than two hours.

So after my mother-in-law came, the four of us went to a car dealership together. We had her accompany my mother-in-law while my husband and I negotiated with the dealer.

We spent a whole day there, most of which was spent by my husband and me looking at cars while she stayed with my mother-in-law.

The price wasn't right, and finally, a friend of mine was selling a used car, which we thought was a good deal, so we gave up on the new car.

She didn't show it when she came back that day; it was a Saturday. The next day, she didn't come over at noon, and my husband went to her office to look for her in the afternoon.

Later, my husband told me that she felt like an outsider, not fully integrated into my husband's life. He felt it was pointless that he didn't discuss buying a car with her, and wanted to break up.

I didn't want to find out exactly what they talked about, but anyway, she came over for dinner that night.

Around Christmas, her friends and their family came to visit her.

They came less often, but one day when I was at work, my husband took my mother-in-law, her, and her friends' family to the park.

She was very happy that day without me.

However, I learned from my husband that her friends had noticed something was wrong with her towards him; their eyes were off.

She didn't deny it, admitting she just liked him.

Her friend also cheated on her husband. This woman was his classmate, but she was more successful than him. She was also on a government-sponsored scholarship, had her own research projects, and even helped her husband with his studies.

Back in China, she was already with a married man, but he divorced his wife for her and gave her 300,000 yuan of his savings.

However, she didn't divorce him for the sake of her children, but she never had sex with her husband again. I don't know what her husband was thinking, but anyway, he's now in the US. They've lost their love and are still maintaining their marriage—it's not easy. Before

New Year's, her friend left.

We went to see the New Year's fireworks together. While waiting for the fireworks, she told my husband it was New Year's Day and that she wanted to spend the evening with him.

When we got home, my husband started getting restless, tossing and turning in bed. Actually, I didn't want him to go; I wanted to spend time alone with him. We hadn't made love in a long time, and I felt he'd been "clean" for a week, so he was both wanting and not wanting it.

But judging from his expression, he wasn't interested in me at all.

Since he couldn't sleep, I figured I might as well give in to him. I said, "Let's go to his room together. It's inconvenient with her here. Anyway, Mom knows we're sleeping in tomorrow; she'll go out for a stroll, and we'll sneak back."

My husband completely agreed.

We knocked on the door, and she opened it.

She seemed a little uncomfortable at first, but quickly adjusted.

She only had one large blanket, and the bed was small, a full-size one.

I got into bed first, and they sat beside me, a little awkward. I said, "Come on in, it's late."

They slowly came up too.

But because we were sharing a blanket, everyone was a little awkward and restrained.

A strange thought welled up inside me.

It was still quite hot with three people sharing the blanket, so I said, "Let's take off our pajamas; I like to sleep naked."

Saying this, I took them off completely.

They didn't move, and I got a little annoyed. I said, "We're not doing anything, it's just too hot. It's not fair if you don't take them off. I don't want to!" My husband had no choice but to take his off, and she did too.

A friend had just said that my husband wouldn't hurt her feelings and never touched me, which I didn't understand at the time.

Now I know. I've never made love to my husband in front of her; I've only done it behind her back.

The foreplay lasted a long time; my husband kept touching her, both top and bottom.

I could feel my husband's hands moving.

My husband was already arousing her with his hands, but I kept writing things on his back that only we could understand, basically telling him to have sex with her.

I was already itching to see their performance.

Finally inside, they began to moan with pleasure. Wanting a better view, I turned on the bedside lamp.

They seemed a little uncomfortable, but slowly, the pleasure numbed them.

I saw clearly, and I felt a real, tangible pleasure myself.

Actually, I couldn't resist any longer. I turned to my side and kissed her neck. She didn't resist, even responding softly. Emboldened, I gently slid my hand towards her breasts, and she trembled.

Her reaction became more intense; I felt my husband was going crazy with excitement, with two women with him.

My husband lowered his head to kiss my face, and I pulled away somewhat reluctantly.

But I became more open, and I started kissing her breasts.

That night, we both had orgasms.

After that, things became more natural for everyone.

My husband works in another city and only comes back on weekends. My mother-in-law gets up too early, and I don't have time to spend with her.

My husband asked her to spend more time with my mother-in-law, and she gets up at 6 a.m. to take her for a walk, which is great.

On weekends, I get up early with my husband so she can rest. We haven't had sex for two weeks, mainly because we haven't had the time; my husband wants to spend more time with his mother.

His mother isn't staying here long, only for three months, and he also has to work.

I know they keep in touch by phone and MSN.

I'm starting to feel a little jealous of them, really. At this point, I don't want to play this game anymore.

I tried talking to my husband about it, and he said that once my mother comes, she can keep her company during the day.

I said I can keep her company myself.

I secretly resolved to get up early and take my mother-in-law for a walk.

Actually, my mother-in-law really wants me to spend time with her; she's very happy.

The girl wasn't very happy; she barely spoke the whole way.

We agreed to leave at 6 pm.

But one day I slept in a little longer, maybe five minutes. They had already left. I chased after them, but this time they went in the opposite direction. I was so disappointed; there was nothing I could do.

When my mother-in-law came back, I couldn't hold back anymore. I asked her why she didn't wait for me or call me. She told me that the girl said I was tired from work and wanted me to sleep a little longer. I then asked why they took different routes, and my mother-in-law said it was the girl's suggestion.

I was a little dissatisfied and started complaining to my husband. He spoke up for her, and I softened and let it go.

This was a wrong start.

My husband still said the same things: he only loves me, he will never change his mind, and his relationship with her was just lust.

I felt relieved.

Actually, my mother-in-law had asked me about it; she felt that the girl's gaze towards my husband was inappropriate, that she was infatuated with him.

I just laughed it off.

I love my husband, and he actually told me most of the story. This girl really enjoys giving my husband oral sex, which he greatly admires—he thinks she's better than me, though I don't really like that.

He also told me that while she might not be as beautiful as Pan Jinlian, her promiscuity is just as high. She's very sensitive; she can reach orgasm just by touching his breasts.

She also likes to eat semen without finding it disgusting at all. Actually, my husband himself finds it a bit disgusting, but he doesn't refuse.

I can't do that at all. He thinks she's a beauty, but only maintains a sexual relationship with her.

Seeing how frank he is, I feel more at ease, only asking to see her performance, which my husband agreed to.

I'm looking for an opportunity to see her more clearly.

My mother-in-law has started to dislike that girl. Whenever she and my husband argue, the girl stops coming over, and it takes my husband ages to call her.

My dissatisfaction has become more apparent. My mother-in-law doesn't want my husband to call her, but he goes anyway. She keeps asking me what their relationship is, and I tell her it's just that there are only three of us Chinese living here, so we look after each other and shouldn't overthink it.

She also warned me not to let a wolf into the house, but I know the root of the problem best.

She said she doesn't like the girl coming to our house because her son and daughter-in-law never cook for us, and she cooks for her every day at noon.

I don't know if she said it intentionally or not, but I found it very pleasing.

My mother-in-law also hinted that the girl looks old and strongly agrees that a first marriage is best because my father-in-law died when she was 32 and she never remarried.

I don't like divorced women; they make me uncomfortable.

She liked me a lot, and was very considerate and attentive. I

won't go into details about how attentive I was.

Let's get back to the point. My husband stayed near his workplace for four nights alone, and I was very worried about his well-being. But my mother-in-law was home, so I couldn't go.

Her opportunity came. She cooked soup and food, even skipping her tutoring job, and delivered it to my husband.

Thankfully, we were on the phone the whole night, so I knew she was there, but she didn't.

This further confirmed my husband's vows, making me believe it was all a game. I knew everything they said, including their conversations. My husband put the phone in his pocket; they didn't have sex.

These superficial things confused me. I genuinely thought my husband only loved me, but I completely overlooked the fact that they also had feelings for each other.

Then this girl drove two hours to deliver food, stayed for an hour, and came back; she didn't stay overnight.

The journey took four hours, and I really admired her; I was even a little moved.

But I didn't hear a single word of the sweet nothings my husband and she exchanged online.

It was my husband's skill in charming her that made her like him even more.

Actually, I felt a little happy; a woman liking my husband meant he was excellent. People said I was weird, but it was truly my feeling.

I also felt I had the upper hand, a bit of a competition for his affection, because I felt my husband's heart was with me.

Actually, he still had feelings for me, but not entirely; I just hadn't realized it yet.

In a daze, March arrived, and my mother-in-law passed away. Before she left, she warned me to move out and never let that woman come to my house again, fearing something bad might happen. But it was too late; it was too late. The

crazy days that followed began. With

my mother-in-law gone, I became even more open.

I basically stayed in bed until noon on weekends, and honestly, I hardly ever had sex with my husband, letting him conserve his energy.

She gets high easily, but men always have this desire to conquer, to make her feel completely lost.

My husband told me on the phone that he really wants to make her ecstatic someday.

Maybe we should try something more. I went to the drugstore and looked at some medications, but I was a little embarrassed and hesitant to use them.

So, we decided to drink. We bought a 2-pound bottle of strong vodka. I told my husband beforehand not to drink, but to drink with her, to get drunk together.

When the drinks came, I don't know if she was trying to challenge me, but she really started drinking glass after glass with me. We were really drinking; I didn't let my husband drink. I can hold

my liquor pretty well, but she can't. It was at this point that she told the truth: "You guys are playing a game with me, let's see who can take it."

My reaction was a little slow, but I clearly remember what she said.

She complimented my looks, saying even her boss thought I was beautiful, that she couldn't compare to me, but then said I was the one who abandoned my husband because I told him I didn't love him anymore and had an affair, which is why she slept with him.

She said she knew she had another marriage and would resolve it at the appropriate time.

She also said, "We've had many years of relationship, and I know there are other reasons why you won't divorce right now.

But I don't want to think about the future."

All I could say was continue my lies, because I had already started and couldn't take them back.

My husband was beside us, watching us, his eyes full of happiness and tenderness.

After drinking more than a pound of liquor, she was completely exhausted.

Her whole body went limp, and my husband picked her up and took her to the room.

I stood up and followed her in; I actually wanted to check on her.

I tried to take off her clothes, but my husband wouldn't let me.

I was just holding her, and I insisted on taking her away. Just then, she called my name and asked for a basin because she felt like throwing up.

Hearing that, I sobered up considerably; I felt so disgusted.

I quickly grabbed one, and she vomited.

My husband hugged her from behind, complaining about why I got her drunk. I felt wronged; I had actually drunk just as much as she had.

I was just holding on, though. I was a little sad; he didn't care about my feelings at all.

But I still had some sense. I went to empty her vomit, and this happened several times.

Thinking she wouldn't vomit anymore, I told my husband to give her a bath and then let her go to sleep.

She kept apologizing for being drunk and calling my husband's name, saying she loved him.

I was speechless.

While my husband was bathing her, she vomited again. It looked like she would only be able to sleep tonight.

I watched her fall asleep and asked my husband if he liked her, otherwise why was he so protective of her?

He answered decisively, "No."

I said, "Since she understands we're just playing around, and that people speak the truth when they're drunk, let's play for real. I want to film and take photos."

He said he'd tell her tomorrow.

The next day, she woke up, and we were still in bed, but it was quite funny.

We insisted on washing up before going back to bed; they were expecting something, and I don't like the polluted air.

Actually, they started flirting again, ignoring my presence. I knew exactly what I was going to do.

So I nudged my husband on the back; he understood what I wanted to do.

Then, while she was comfortable, he told me to get the dvand camera.

I went quickly, of course, and she didn't seem to object.

I wasn't prepared; I had to install the batteries.

I was in a rush, and after a frantic struggle, I finally got it set up.

Actually, my husband was still attentive; he kept himself excited while also trying to please her. It's not easy being a man.

I started filming, making a live erotic film.

I filmed very carefully; they cooperated well, changing positions, and she was very happy.

I saw her looking a little dizzy, and I was really worried about her.

Later, when I watched the tape, I laughed at myself because I kept saying, "Don't ejaculate, don't ejaculate."

I also had a camera in one hand and a video camera in the other, and it was all filmed—very exciting. I won't describe the details because I'm afraid it'll be too explicit; I'll add it to my blog later.

She really didn't find that thing dirty at all; she even pulled it out to kiss it before continuing.

My husband finally put it in her mouth, and she actually ate it.

I couldn't do that; I really found it disgusting and felt ashamed of myself.

You'll never guess what happened next, just wait and see.

I'm starting to understand my role, and I'm a little worried that things will get complicated if this goes on for too long. Plus,

for some other reasons, we're planning to move at the end of April, but not far, about 30 minutes from where we live now.

I'm starting to feel the pressure. The girl keeps visiting him, and he's already quite touched, especially since my husband knows I don't like her going to his place so often.

So I suggested we cool off a bit. This game has been going on for months, and my husband, after some reflection, feels he's been neglecting my feelings and thinks it's time to settle down. He promised to talk to her properly, but asked for some time.

I agreed and let him handle it himself.

Meanwhile, I secretly checked my husband's email; I couldn't see it on MSN, but the emails were still there.

Maybe my husband felt it wasn't going to be easy to handle.

He found out from somewhere online that the girl and her husband had married several years ago and even shared a house with her, all of which my husband didn't know; she had been hiding it from him.

Because we believed her, she told her husband that she had arranged the marriage through connections before coming to the US last year, implying they had been married for a long time.

We genuinely believed it was fake.

My husband was very angry; it was a small blow to him. He thought he had already won her over, but she was still holding back.

She started crying, saying that it was also fake. Back then, to get the house, her husband's former student had someone in the county arrange it, and neither of them went. Do you believe it? Anyway, my husband and I still don't believe it.

My husband asked her if she was happy with him. She said my husband gave her a feeling she had never experienced before, and she was very satisfied.

I asked her what she thought of me, and she said I was very good to her, gave her a completely new experience, and she was very grateful to me.

Without me, she hadn't felt any passion.

As long as she didn't hate me, I felt good.

Actually, I was very good to her; we shopped for groceries together without haggling, but mainly I cooked for both of them.

I felt it wasn't easy for me to do that; I'd never tasted her cooking for me.

My husband was also unhappy with her because she started talking badly about me behind my back. At that time, my husband was still on my side.

He couldn't tolerate her disrespecting me.

Actually, she's a bit foolish; by saying bad things about me, she's completely negating my husband's past, which of course makes him unhappy.

She also said that she liked my husband from the first moment she saw him, but just couldn't express it.

I don't believe that nonsense, and neither does my husband.

But she found it very appealing and charming.

Also, she told my husband that her husband had slept with her for the first time under his influence.

At the time, she was an undergraduate, and he was more than seven years older than her, a teacher, who had been pursuing her.

Before her, her husband had attempted suicide for his daughter.

One day, he used the excuse that he missed his recently deceased mother to ask her to drink with him. Unexpectedly, she got drunk and was sexually assaulted. She then stayed to pursue a master's degree or went back to her hometown.

My husband asked her if she hated him, and she said no, adding that if she broke up with her husband, she would consider him family forever.

If she broke up with my husband, she would hate him for life.

My husband was furious when he told me this; men, poor men.

My husband wanted to break up, but—so they argued for the next month. Actually, I only now realize that my husband didn't want to break up with her; he was just jealous. I was

so naive back then.

We moved at the end of April, and she came to see us off.

I made them say goodbye separately.

She was actually very sad that we were leaving.

I felt bad seeing her like that too.

I invited her over, but I don't know how her conversation with my husband went. I can't watch over him every day, especially since he only comes home on weekends.

But I can say for sure that they didn't have sex behind my back.

Firstly, it's too far; she has a tutoring job, and secondly, it's not very convenient for my husband to come over. I've been talking to my husband on the phone every night.

It was a quiet weekend, but I'm already getting tired of this kind of life; I haven't had a proper weekend.

My husband told me he's been trying to break up with her and asked me to give him more time.

Forgiveness is a virtue, and I need it.

The following Tuesday evening, after finishing her tutoring, she said she wanted to come see me. I told her it was too late and she had to go to work the next day.

But she was already at the door.

[The End]

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