Quietly—My Wife's Private Diary

Instead of traveling during the holiday, I indulged in online chat rooms. Donning dizzyingly unique aliases, I simultaneously logged into three chat rooms, luring people in, risking my life. Besides the usual scoundrels looming around, I discovered something completely new.
A woman with unusual tastes—a penchant for threesomes or swapping. Judging from her conversation, she possessed a high level of education; the woman in her photos radiated sunshine, her smile as bright and dazzling as the spring sun.
I'd heard of threesomes and swapping before, but encountering a woman like this firsthand was a novelty, igniting my intense curiosity. After she logged off, I searched for articles about threesomes, reading them late into the night. Lying in bed, her smiling face kept flashing before my eyes, along with her beloved husband, a man exuding an artistic aura. When
men talk to me about sex, I mentally curse them as scoundrels; if a man mentioned threesomes or swapping, it would immediately trigger my menopausal symptoms. But when the woman spoke of it, there was no hint of eroticism, nor did it evoke any disgust in me. This not only piqued my curiosity but also filled me with endless imagination about the scenario she anticipated. The eroticism described in the article, with the protagonists all thoroughly enjoying themselves, seemed like pornography, devoid of any moral consciousness expected of a member of society. That
night, the scenes described in the article transformed into the man and woman in the photograph, constantly churning in my mind.
She said that she and her husband were very loving, which was why they played such games. She said her husband was incredibly skilled in bed, and that anyone who saw him would fall for him.
I pulled in a friend for a quick chat; he was a man with a dark side, and when we talked together, this impatient man was like a clown. She was doing it for sex, he was doing it for sex, and I felt like a pimp, comparing the two on the same level, and the difference was immediately apparent.
Perhaps there's no inherent distance between women. I genuinely found that woman adorable. Last night, I told my husband that he looked at that woman's photograph several times, still wanting more.
After understanding the confusion she had caused me, the woman sincerely apologized and suggested we meet for a casual chat—just a normal conversation between women. I warned her: don't have any expectations of me! My moral bottom line wouldn't allow me to do that.
She was quite understanding and very forgiving, saying she absolutely wouldn't have any other thoughts, and that people need to respect each other. After exchanging contact information, we went our separate ways.
Later, I received a text message from her saying she had guests at home and we'd meet another day. A weight was finally lifted from my heart. This time, it was goodbye forever. When morality returned, temptation lost its magic. Standing outside myself, adrift in the online world, I could still sense: online threesomes were silent…

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