Reprinted: My wife and I's story, I'll tell you slowly (19~21)

(19)
In the following days, Xiao C kept in touch with his wife. They often exchanged
text messages, some sweet and some ambiguous. When my wife and I were at home, we left our phones lying around, but I
never looked through her phone, and she had no need to look through mine. Sometimes, while showing me the
text messages Xiao C sent expressing his longing for her, my wife would ask me worriedly, "Do you think we're
ruining this child?"
I said, "Don't worry about that. It's normal for him to be passionate. However, you need to guide him properly and not
let him get too deeply involved, otherwise you'll really ruin him."
When they were on the phone, if I happened to be home, my wife would sometimes say to him, "Your brother is home, why
don't you say a few words to him?"
On the phone, Xiao C would still have a cheerful tone and say, "Boss, you didn't bully my sister, did you?"
I said, "How could I? Do you think your sister is easy to deal with? It's good enough that she didn't bully me."
Then I heard him laugh foolishly on the other end of the phone. Occasionally, my wife would misbehave. In front of me, she
'd wink and say on the phone, "Your brother's not home, tell me quickly, have you missed
me?"
Then she'd make kissing sounds into the phone. I imagine C
was going crazy with excitement on the other end.
A few months passed, and C was about to start his winter break. One day, my wife came home from work and said, "Honey, C
texted me saying he's transferring trains here and wants to see me alone, but he doesn't want you to know. What should I do? Should
I refuse him?"
I told her, "It's okay, it's up to you. If you miss him, stay overnight. Don't go to a hotel
, it's not safe. Let's go home. I'm going to my parents' house, which will be good time with our daughter. You can tell
C I'm on a business trip."
My wife immediately jumped up and down excitedly, hugging my neck. Then, feigning seriousness, he said, "You old geezer, look
how much you've spoiled me."
I retorted, "Nonsense, you're my only wife, who else would I spoil if not you?"
Little C arrived in our city that morning, on a weekend. Since my wife had already told him I wasn't
home, he called her from the train around 5 a.m. I
lay drowsily beside my wife, listening to their passionate conversation on the phone. I reached out and touched my wife's private parts; they were already overflowing with desire
. I crawled under her, parted her legs, and caressed her with my tongue.
My wife was excited, but she had to maintain a normal tone of voice. She could only alternately hook her legs around my body
. After caressing her like this for a while, I returned behind my wife, guided my incredibly erect penis, and gently
entered her from behind, slowly thrusting in and out, not too quickly, lest Little C hear her panting
. My wife put the phone to her ear and under her head, freeing her hand to tightly grip my arm. Perhaps due to
excessive excitement, I soon ejaculated.
Xiao C's train arrived at 7:00 AM. My wife promised to pick him up at the station. I drove her to the station,
bought her a platform ticket, and explained some safety details. (Actually, there wasn't much to explain; my wife uses an IUD, and with a sunny boy like Xiao C, there was no need to worry about health issues. They didn't use a condom
the first time .) I planned everything for my wife: after picking Xiao C up, they would have a simple breakfast at a small restaurant , then go grocery shopping together and go home. If Xiao C hadn't rested well on the train, he could sleep at home first, then they would cook together and enjoy a nice day together. He would stay at my house that night, and I would take him to his train home the next morning. Watching my wife walk into the station, looking back several times, I turned and went back to my parents' house. My daughter was still angry when she saw me. She usually lives with her grandparents, partly because she's used to living with them since childhood, and partly because it's close to her school. So, she could only come back to my wife and me on weekends. But this weekend, I didn't let her come home, which made her very angry. I said to my daughter, "Sweetie, don't be angry. Mommy has something to do, Daddy will stay with you. Where do you want to go today? I'll do whatever you want." My daughter's anger turned to joy, and she started making specific requests. Actually, children's requests are very simple, nothing more than KFC, McDonald's, and maybe a trip to the children's playground to play those games that seem to never get old. Sitting on a park bench, I drank my beverage and watched my daughter laughing happily on the carousel . I started to think about these two most important women in my life. My daughter, with me by her side, was very happy at this moment; my wife, with my arrangements, was equally happy at this moment. Children have their way of playing, and adults have theirs. In fact, to some extent, aren't all loving couples, in each other's eyes, also children? I'm not saying this to imply that Xiao C is a tool for us to play with. From the beginning until now , my wife and I have always respected Xiao C. Of course, this respect is based on . Our concealment of part of the truth from C was not out of deception, but entirely out of goodwill. He might not yet understand or accept this unconventional approach. I think that perhaps one day in the future, after ensuring he fully understands these things, we will tell him the truth. (20) Around noon, my wife called and asked, "What are you doing right now?" I said, "I'm with a woman." My wife said, "Are you tired of living?" I said, "Are you even reasonable? You can set the whole mountain on fire, but I can't even light a candle?" My wife said, "Seriously, don't just think about yourself, take your daughter out to play sometime." I said, "Pah, you still remember your daughter? Don't worry, I'm taking her to the amusement park." My wife said, "You old geezer, you call such a little kid a 'woman,' you're worse than an animal." I said, "Stop joking, how's it going between you two?" My wife said, "He's sleeping, he's been on the train for a day and a night, he's exhausted." I said, "It's not just because of the train ride, is it? You two haven't done anything else?" My wife retorted, "What do you think?"

I said, "I'm definitely burning with desire and can't wait."
My wife deliberately teased me, "You know that, why are you still asking? You're obviously an idiot."
I said to my wife seriously, "I'm not arguing with you anymore. If you two are bored at home, you can
take him for a walk in the street, but remember, whatever you do, don't walk arm in arm in our neighborhood, or we're both doomed
."
My wife said, "I know what to do. You're even more nagging than my dad."
I said, "That's really true. I am your spiritual father."
My wife said, "Honey, I miss you. What should I do?"
I said, "You're never satisfied, are you? You're always eating what's in your bowl while eyeing what's in the pot, eating from the pot
while thinking about what's in your bowl."
My wife said, "It's not my fault, it's all because you spoil me..."
That evening, I went back to my parents' house. Not long after dinner, my daughter, who was tired from the day, went to bed early. I chatted with my parents
for a while. Then I went to the balcony and called home, but no one answered. I called my wife's cell phone again. The line
was noisy; it turned out she and Xiao C were out having barbecue. I could tell she'd been drinking. My wife,
being cunning, didn't forget to ask me, feigning concern, in front of Xiao C, "Honey, are you coming home on time tomorrow?"
I whispered, "What do you mean? Haven't you had enough fun yet?"
She said, "I miss you. Come home soon."
I said, "Don't stay out too late. Come home early."
She readily agreed.
The next day at noon, after a reluctant farewell to my daughter, I returned home. The house was spotless
. My wife was watching TV on the sofa. When she saw me come in, she rushed over and hugged me, saying, "Let me check if
my husband is missing any parts."
I picked her up and carried her to the sofa, saying, "You've got it backwards.
I should be checking if you're missing any parts."
My wife mischievously said, "It's impossible for you to be missing any parts. Maybe there's an extra one."
I said, "Don't scare me. If you're really pregnant, you'll be the one suffering."
After saying that, I sat on the sofa, pinched my wife's nose, and said, "Tell me what naughty
things you did yesterday."
My wife said, "Don't even mention it. From the moment we got off the train, Little C started getting restless, and I couldn't stop him..."
Apparently, after my wife picked Little C up from the train, she suggested going to have breakfast, but Little C said
he had already eaten , so the two of them went straight home. They started kissing and caressing each other passionately without even washing their faces. At my wife
's insistence, they took a quick shower, and before they were even dry, they made love in the bathroom.
Then we went back to bed and did it a second time. Afterwards, we lay there chatting, and before we knew it, Xiao C fell asleep
. During this time, my wife called me. Xiao C didn't wake up until almost dark, and the two of us went to a barbecue
restaurant and ate barbecue and drank a lot of alcohol. Back home, it was basically another sleepless night.
Speaking of which, my wife went to the computer desk, took out a CD, and said to me mysteriously, "Want to
watch it?"
I asked in surprise, "You recorded it?"
My wife said, "Yes, I recorded part of it tonight, but let's make it clear first, you can't laugh at me after watching it."
I said, "What did Xiao C say when you recorded this?"
My wife said, "He was very worried that you would find out, and he kept telling me before he left. I told him not to worry, I would
hide it well."
I took the CD, turned on the computer, and inserted the CD. Scenes that made my blood boil appeared.
This feeling was incomparable to any pornographic film, because the female lead in it was my beloved. At this moment,
my wife quietly came over, knelt between my legs, and unzipped my pants. I stopped her, saying, "Don't be naughty,
I haven't washed yet."
My wife said, "I don't care, I don't mind."
Then she resolutely took my penis into her mouth... Not long after, the intense stimulation made me
ejaculate in my wife's mouth.
Afterwards, lying in bed, my wife nestled in my arms like a little bird. Perhaps because
she was too tired last night, she soon fell into a deep sleep. Looking at my wife's unguarded and quiet face, a tenderness
rose . At that moment, I truly felt: the woman in my arms was a part of my body.
(Twenty-one)
Life described in words is a condensation of life, but real life is
much more mundane than life condensed into words.
This matter passed just like that, and my wife and I returned to the smooth flow of life.
Afterwards, my wife and I would occasionally talk about that matter. But not about a certain detail of the process,
but about our psychological exchange about it. At first, my wife was vaguely worried,
afraid of causing me any harm. However, this worry soon disappeared. I would occasionally
take out to watch, but only when my wife wasn't home. I was also afraid that watching such things in front of her would
put unnecessary pressure on her.
Men who have been married for a long time often have this feeling: women, in many ways, are more like small animals.
When she's docile, she can melt your heart, but when she's unreasonable, she can often
make you so angry you want to gag her, tie her up, and throw her into a corner you can't see. However, if you
treat her well, this little animal will wag her tail and be affectionate most of the time.
But, one can't always maintain absolute tolerance and rationality. For example, a man might be
overwhelmed by work during the day, and after getting home, he'll inevitably have to think about how to deal with
a . At this time, you might be in a low mood and not in the mood to joke around with her. So, the problem arose: she
could connect everything to her imagination, and the worst part was that whatever she thought of, she would start to believe it and spout nonsense, such
as: "Who are you trying to fool with that face? Is it because I gave Mom too much money last month, that you're upset
?"
There were even more outrageous things: "Last night, I just mentioned having my mom come to our house, and look at you
now, you're a mess. When you're old, your daughter will kick you out of the house too."
Once, I got a terrible scolding from my lousy boss during the day. He scolded me for no reason, because the mistake
had nothing to do with me. Fundamentally, the responsibility lay with his incompetent orders, but rank matters, and he...
Everyone pointed at me with righteous indignation, launching into long-winded arguments, spitting all over my face. My head spun,
and I yelled back, "You son of a bitch, don't talk back! Tomorrow I'm going to the provincial government and I'll fight you to the death! You
shameless bastard, don't ever point at me again, or I'll chop your paws off and use them as a snack!"
This enraged my unprepared boss, who plopped down in his chair. I turned and slammed the door shut,
but because the window was open, the suction was too strong, and the glass shattered with a crash. This made things even worse;
people from other offices rushed out to see what was going on. I stormed out of the office, my face cold, and went home. On the way, a colleague called my cell
phone, and in my anger, I didn't hesitate to rip the battery out and throw it onto the back seat of my car.
Back home, my mind was filled with this terrible incident. As I calmed down, I started to feel a chill, because
my boss was known for his arrogance. I thought: This time, I'm completely ruined. At first, my wife
didn't notice my change in mood. After dinner, I sat alone in the living room, lost in thought. My wife finished washing
the dishes and went to take a shower. When she came out, she squeezed onto the sofa, stretched her feet out onto my lap, and said,
"Cut my toenails."
(It's been a habit for years; I've always cut my wife's fingernails and toenails.)
I looked at her toenails; they weren't long. I said to her, "Didn't you just cut them a couple of days ago? They're not
long now, why cut them?"
My wife said, "Who said they're not long? My socks are already bursting."
I impatiently grabbed her foot and threw it off my lap. As a result, my unsuspecting wife
sat on her bottom. That was it; I wouldn't be able to do anything else all evening but appease her. I bowed, knelt, kowtowed,
and even slapped myself a few times—it didn't hurt much. She still wouldn't let it go. In a fit of rage, I put on my clothes
and stormed out. As a result, my wife called my parents and told my dad, "Dad, your son
went out with a rope, saying he's going to commit suicide."
My poor parents took a taxi to our house in the middle of the night, forcing me to perform the traditional bowing gesture again and
swearing I would never bully her again. Only then did they leave reassured.
After they left, my wife looked smug and said, "You little rascal, you didn't go and kill yourself, huh?"
I ignored her and went to sleep in the small bedroom. She also seemed quite determined, ignoring me all night.
The next day, I went to work nervously, prepared to give up and fight to
the bitter end.
Shortly after work started, my boss's secretary came to my office and said, "The boss
wants to see you."
I secretly asked him, "What does that mean? Is he trying to get me?"
The secretary quickly waved his hand, "Don't ask me, you can't guess what the boss means."
I cursed, "Look at you, you're a complete scoundrel."
Then I went to the boss's office. Things weren't as bad as I'd expected. When that bastard saw me come in,
he pointed to the sofa: "Sit down and let's talk."
I obediently sat down, but crossed my legs, deliberately acting nonchalant. What the boss
said next surprised me: "You really made me furious yesterday. You're just like my old dog-
like temper."
—Only a fool wouldn't realize this was an attempt to make amends.
After this incident, the more I thought about it, the more I felt it wasn't worth it. Nothing was wrong at work, but my family
was in chaos .
Sometimes, when I was all high and mighty at work, I'd think: Damn it, if these guys knew I was
treated like a little brat at home, I wonder how they'd vent their anger.
Later, to avoid trouble, I never dared bring my bad mood from work home. Actually,
as a responsible man, I really shouldn't bring my work-related frustrations home. It doesn't
solve the real problem; it only distracts my family. My job is different from my wife's. She
can tell me about her trivial matters and ask me for advice, but she doesn't understand my job at all, so telling her would only cause more
trouble.

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