Reprinted: My wife and I's story, I'll tell you slowly.

I read an article that deeply moved me. It didn't contain any explicit erotic descriptions, and felt very real. The author's emotions resonated with me (PS: except I've never done anything to betray my wife), so I wanted to share it with everyone. I'll post three chapters today, and if the response is enthusiastic, I'll try to post more when I have time. ^_^
My Story with My Wife, Let Me Tell You Slowly
Author: Jinghuayuan
Word Count: 65880 words
(Part 1)
I've read articles on some traditional websites describing men's reactions to their wives' infidelity, and they all react with fury.
But that's not what I want to talk about today. Instead, I want to discuss a completely opposite attitude: on some adult websites, there are many articles by men describing their wives' extramarital affairs, often described in beautiful and romantic terms, as if it were something wonderful.
I can't completely deny the authenticity of these articles, but there's too much fiction involved. Some of these articles are simply fabricated by unmarried men. Because one thing I'm certain of: no man feels excited upon first hearing the news of his wife's infidelity.
Any man, even if he has a mistress or a group of lovers, will only feel anger and humiliation if he learns of it without sufficient psychological preparation.
As for whether he might accept or even support his wife's infidelity later, that's a matter for the future. And the transition from initial anger to acceptance usually involves a long period of emotional turmoil.
I'm a man married for over ten years. Like many men, I love my wife very much, but at the same time, I can't resist the allure of the outside world and often have affairs—to clarify, I never visit prostitutes; it's not that I look down on prostitutes, I just feel they're too dirty.
Due to my work, I often come into contact with some very outstanding women. All men have the same flaw: even if you let them marry a beauty like Diao Chan, they'll get tired of her after a while. Therefore
, men neglect their wives and set their sights on women other than their wives, creating many lonely women in the world. Actually, it's an interesting vicious cycle: men neglect their wives and focus their attention on other men's wives. The result? Their own wives also become targets for other men's advances. To some extent, to put it nicely, it's called karma; to put it bluntly, it's called retribution.
At this point, I need to clarify that what I'm describing is not a story of eroticism.
I'm simply trying to honestly share some of my experiences and journey as a man who has been married for nearly twelve years, hoping to offer some inspiration, reflection, or lessons to others like me who have been in the "walled city" of marriage for so long. Family is always a man's final haven, and his wife is always the closest and most precious woman to him.
Arguments aren't scary, estrangement isn't scary, and infidelity isn't scary either, as long as you have the courage to face them head-on. Experiencing setbacks is okay; experiences are actually a form of wealth. Some setbacks or hardships might even benefit you for life. As men, we have an undeniable responsibility to cherish the woman who accompanies us through life.
(II)
Not long after graduating from university, I met my wife. She worked at a bank, just an ordinary teller at the time, and graduated from a vocational school affiliated with a bank. She already had a boyfriend she'd been dating for a year. He was her senior from the previous year; because he was ambitious, after working for a few years, he took the entrance exam for a full-time vocational college and returned to school, which allowed me to steal him away.
My wife is a year younger than me, with a slender and graceful figure, sexy and charming, with bright, innocent eyes. During that time, I felt like I was living in a honey pot, even waking up smiling from my dreams. During our courtship, I tried many times to seduce her, but she always refused. Young people in their early twenties today might not understand this, but more than ten years ago, sex was a serious topic.
Therefore, I didn't truly possess her until our wedding night. Gazing at the bright, peach-blossom-like virgin blood on the white sheets, my wife was more beautiful than a pure angel in my eyes. Actually, I've never had a deep obsession with virginity. Moreover, premarital sex wasn't very common in those days, so everything seemed perfectly natural to me.
Like all newlyweds, we didn't miss any opportunity to be intimate. We'd make love two or three times a night, and sometimes even during the day at home, a single glance could ignite a spark, and we'd immediately undress and roll around naked together.
During that time, I was severely exhausted, yet still full of energy. The most outrageous time was when, after our passion, I fell asleep on top of her without getting off immediately. She didn't want to move, so I slept on top of her for over five hours—even now, recalling that, I feel like I owe my wife a lifetime of unrequited love.
A year later, we had a child, a lovely daughter. After having a child, most of my energy shifted to her. The passion between us gradually faded.
During this period, I had an affair with my college classmate. This story isn't unusual; the probability of infidelity between classmates is the highest.
I went to her city on a business trip, and we drank a lot together. Then she came to my hotel, and we chatted for a while, but there wasn't much substance to it—just idle talk about college life. Suddenly, there was an awkward silence, and we just stared at each other.
I don't know who made the first move, but we suddenly hugged each other, kissed passionately, caressed each other, and finally rolled onto the bed. The moment I entered her body, my wife's lovely face flashed through my mind.
This thought instantly killed my interest, and I went limp after only a few thrusts. My mind went blank. My classmate, unaware of the reason, kindly comforted me, saying I might not have rested well from being away from home.
I lay on the bed, numbly holding her, feeling like a beast, even imagining myself kneeling before my wife begging for forgiveness.
Later, my female classmate knelt between my legs, gently caressing me with her mouth. My wife had never liked giving me oral sex, and the few times she did, it was always reluctant.
Therefore, my female classmate's stimulation unleashed my primal instincts, and I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, this time having a thoroughly enjoyable time. Looking at my female classmate's face, contorted with excitement beneath me, I experienced a completely new kind of pleasure.
After this incident, I felt ashamed for a while. Out of a desire to atone, I often took the initiative to do housework and was extra considerate to my wife for a period of time.
However, old habits die hard, and before long, I started having inappropriate thoughts again. In the following years, I had numerous affairs with other women, and my neglect of my wife worsened.
Men who have been married for a long time know that a wife's intuition about her husband is often very accurate. It's just that men generally overestimate their intelligence, always thinking their lies are flawless. In reality, a wife doesn't need evidence to judge her husband's behavior, because they are born with the most lethal weapon: intuition.
A few years later, my career progressed smoothly, and I was promoted to head of an important department. Moreover, I had a steady mistress, a charming and alluring woman. I reveled in this double life, neglecting my wife even more.
By this time, we had sent our child to my parents' house, both to alleviate their loneliness and to allow us to relive the romance of our time together. However, although the child was gone, the passion between us seemed to have vanished forever. And frankly, my main energy was focused on my mistress.
My wife was essentially dispensable in my eyes, and we made love less and less often. My wife is a reserved woman; when she has sexual desire, she only hints at it with body language. However, I've increasingly been playing dumb about her hints. Subconsciously, I think that since my wife belongs to me anyway, I don't need to pay so much attention to her, while my lover needs to be pampered.
Until that incident happened…
(Part Three)
About eight years ago, on a Sunday, I habitually woke up early. My wife was still sleeping in bed. After I finished washing up, I went back to the bedroom and glanced at her; she was still asleep.
I said, “I’m going to buy breakfast.”
After saying that, I walked across the living room to the door, put on my shoes, and opened the door.
At that moment, I suddenly needed to go to the bathroom, so I closed the door behind me. Our bathroom was right next to the bedroom door, so I turned around and went into the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, I picked up a magazine and slowly read it. One article in the magazine caught my eye, and I calmly sat on the toilet and read it carefully.
Just then, I heard my wife walking around in the living room in slippers. I thought she was going to the bathroom, so I mischievously stayed seated.
To my surprise, the sound of a phone dialing rang out in the living room, and it was on speakerphone. Our phone was in the corner of the living room, not far from the bathroom, so I heard it very clearly.
The call connected, and a man answered. What my wife said next struck me like a thunderbolt: "Honey, are you up?"
The man replied, "I've been up for ages, honey. Why are you calling from the home phone? Isn't your husband home?"
My wife said, "He went out to buy breakfast."
The man asked, "What time will you be here?"
My wife said, "I don't know, I'm waiting for him to go out and play mahjong."
(On weekends, I rarely spend time with my wife at home; I'm usually out with friends.)
The man said, "No rush, I'll wait for you. What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."
My wife said in an unusually gentle voice, "No need, honey, I'll buy it and bring it over. It's on my way. That's all for now. I have to go now; my husband should be back soon."
—The call ended.
At that moment, I was stunned in the bathroom, my vision blurred, and I was trembling with rage. My instincts told me to rush out immediately, but reason told me to stay calm.
A strange voice kept asking in my ear: How could this happen? How could this happen…
Later, every time I recalled that scene, I felt extremely frightened: if my wife had gone into the bathroom after hanging up the phone, the situation would have been uncontrollable. Moreover, my wife would suspect me of being a shameless eavesdropper and spy. For her, being exposed would lead to a psychological breakdown.
Fortunately, after hanging up the phone that day, my wife went back to bed.
I, however, was stuck in the bathroom, unsure whether to go in or out.
My reason kept reminding me to control myself, to absolutely control myself.
I desperately needed to find a place to sort out my thoughts, because I had to face reality.
So I left the bathroom as quietly as possible, deliberately opening and closing the bedroom door loudly, making it seem like I had just returned from outside.
Then, in a very calm voice, I called out to the bedroom, "Honey, breakfast is sold out. I couldn't get any. Get up and cook some porridge yourself later. I have something to do and I'll be back in a bit." My wife, pretending to have
just woken up, said from the bedroom, "Ugh, so annoying! It's the weekend, can't I even sleep in?"
I didn't say anything, turned around, and left the house.
The neighborhood was quiet on the weekend; a few elderly people were practicing Tai Chi in the distance. The weather was sunny, but I felt the sky was black.

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