A Journey of Temperament and Soul - Part 1

A few years ago, I read an article that I thought was quite good, so I'm sharing it with you all. The title was added later:
I.
I had long ago advised my wife to try doing something with someone else, but she always disagreed. Later, she agreed,
but asked me to find someone for her, not someone she met online. This seemed almost impossible.
An opportunity suddenly presented itself to me in the spring and summer of 2000. A young migrant worker, a fellow villager, practically
a relative, named Xiao C (we share the same surname), four years younger than my wife, came along. My father had received
great kindness from his family when he was homeless, so I asked him to take care of him.
He had been working for a construction team in Beijing and had visited once, bringing me some local specialties from his hometown
, though they were worthless, which made me uneasy.
Later, he came to my door, saying he had seen an advertisement in the newspaper for some kind of training program in Beijing, and he had
enrolled in a course. However, the conditions in his makeshift shelter were too poor to guarantee he could learn radio repair and
high school physics, which were already unfamiliar to him, as well as some electrical knowledge. He asked if he could come to my
house for two days a week on his days off to study.
Of course, I was happy to repay this debt of gratitude on behalf of the previous generation. I asked him if his construction site was far from here, and suggested he
come to my place on Saturdays and Sundays to eat, stay, and study. He was delighted and insisted on paying for his meals.
My wife agreed (she insisted we pay, otherwise he'd think we were rich
; in reality, the few dollars he paid wouldn't even cover the cost of a single dish).
I arranged for him to stay in a small room next to where my wife and I lived. That room used to be a small hallway,
separated from the passageway by a wooden partition.
Our room and his had a window in the middle, with curtains on both sides. Because he loved learning and treated
my wife with utmost respect.
(My wife wore a uniform; she wasn't as pretty as described in the article, was. She had a slightly high nose, a pointed face, and
one eyelid was single, the other double, but her features were well-proportioned. Overall, she was very elegant and refined, and very fair-skinned—
definitely a beauty in our hometown. She had a C-section, and her waistline had recently expanded, but it was still manageable at the time.)
My wife often praised Xiao C for being sensible. At first, my wife had some prejudice and disdain for Xiao C. She thought he smelled bad, was dirty,
and spoke loudly, etc. But Xiao C was actually a high school graduate, and he quickly corrected these flaws
. And as soon as he arrived at our house, he went all out, even
putting down his books when he was studying.
He also admired me a lot; I'm somewhat well-known in our hometown. When he first came, he even called me "Uncle," which made my wife
incredibly happy . Actually, I'm less handsome than him, so my wife naturally liked his attitude towards us.
Seeing that he seemed honest and kind, and having genuinely complimented my wife's beauty, I decided to take advantage of this opportunity to experience
some excitement! How did I persuade him? Well, there's a story: My wife and I had previously agreed that we couldn't do
*that* when he came home.
Later, one time when he came home, I did it with my wife in the middle of the night, deliberately making a lot of noise; he must
have woken up. A few days after he left, when I made love with my wife again, I told her, "Little C must have heard everything
and got really excited. He masturbated, and I saw his underwear was wet."
My wife was embarrassed and blamed me. Then I said, "He must have been thinking about
you while he was masturbating. Why don't you give him a go?" At first, my wife got angry, but I kept asking, and when I saw her hesitate
and felt her underwear was wet, I knew she was tempted. When
a woman hesitates, she's actually agreeing. Everyone should grasp this point if someone likes this kind
of fun. Don't ask repeatedly, or you'll scare her away. Then we discussed how to proceed. During the discussion, we
were both very excited and started doing it.
Then came the flirtatious flirting. My wife is quite good at this, and I told her not to scare him.
Then I went out during the day on Saturday and Sunday, and my wife was with him the whole time. Later, I asked my
wife about it, and she laughed and said, "He's very timid, and you've done him a favor, so I didn't flirt openly."
The first day was simple: while washing her hair, she asked him to get a bottle of shampoo from the shelf and then helped her
scrub her hair. Later, her hand touched his; he was a married man and understood some women
's subtle hints.
The next morning, she asked him to help her hang up the laundry. She didn't intend anything, but dramatically,
the aluminum clothes rack suddenly fell with a heavy load of clothes, hitting her squarely on
the head. She cried out and crouched down. Little C quickly checked her injury, and my wife placed her hand on his
knee for a moment.
Little C finally couldn't take it anymore and pressed his hand onto my wife's hand for a few seconds before she
pulled it away.
The second week, we had very passionate sex; after all, this was my wife's first emotional affair.
Then, at a family dinner to welcome Little C over, the three of us drank a little. At
the agreed-upon 11 o'clock, the lights were already off at Xiao C's place. Seeing that my wife wasn't completely sober, I smiled at
her. She, somewhat impulsive as ever, took off all her underwear in the dark, put on her pajamas, and the two of them
kissed passionately for a while before I took her there.
After knocking and entering, Xiao C turned on the light. He wasn't asleep yet, so we didn't bother explaining our intentions (it's
hard to explain these things clearly), and just went with the prepared excuse.
My wife went straight to the other end of his bed and sat down. I stood and said that he wouldn't need to pay for meals anymore, that it
was my sister-in-law's idea, and then I left, leaving the rest to my wife.
She didn't quite open up then, just smiled at him with her head down, and then blushed and didn't say anything (
her face was still red when I went in). He was lying on the bed, realizing something was wrong, sweating profusely, and didn't even seem to say thank you
, leaving my wife at a loss.
A few minutes later, hearing no sound from inside, I mustered my courage and went in,
saying to him in my hometown accent, "Brother, aren't you going to thank your sister-in-law? She really likes you. If you like her, sleep with her."
My wife then stood up, smiling, and said to him, "Do you think I'm not good-looking?"
He quickly shook his head, still not understanding. Then my wife said to him, "If you like me, I
'll sleep with you." Then she took off her pajamas, lifted his sheets, and squeezed onto his bed.
I said, "Brother, your sister-in-law really likes you."
Then my wife pulled his hand to her breast. I prefer touching a woman's nipples, but
my wife prefers me to grab her breasts. She then pressed her lower body against him and buried her head in
his chest.
I watched, and remember it very clearly, as my wife then wrapped one thigh around Xiao C's legs.
Xiao C froze for a moment, didn't say anything, and then blankly rolled onto my wife, touching her vigorously, including
her genitals. Xiao C had sexual experience quite early (he got married around twenty, I think).
I asked if I should leave. My wife, moaning, said, "You should leave." Then she let
Xiao C kiss her; he was the second man she had ever kissed.
After I left, I felt a mix of emotions. The door was ajar, and all I could hear from inside was the creaking of the bed
; there were no other sounds. What I didn't expect was that less than five minutes later, my wife rushed out in a panic
. I followed her into the bathroom and immediately noticed a sticky substance hanging from her plump legs. My wife
blushed and laughed, "He ejaculated inside me before I even had a chance to put a condom on him. He was probably too nervous."
Then I said, "It might be better if I went in." At that time, I really didn't think that watching pornography could actually be
endured and enjoyed.
My wife casually said, "If you can really handle it, then go in."
The second time, I accompanied my wife in. My wife asked him at the door if he was tired and if he was still okay. He nodded quickly,
and then my wife immediately ran into his arms. She didn't make him put on a condom again. When he penetrated her again, I
watched from the side.
The first thing I noticed was that his glans was indeed quite large. I wondered if my own glans was not large
because of my foreskin. When I squeezed in, because there was already his semen lubricating inside, it was very smooth,
and I even heard a gurgling sound, which must have been the air being squeezed out.
My wife let out a soft moan, closed her eyes, and said nothing, but her face was contorted with excitement. When it reached the very end
, she gasped, her mouth twisting in pain.
Then I told her to lift her legs, bend them, and press down as I thrust; it would be easier. My wife is
a bit tall (1.67 meters), quite voluptuous, and has long legs, but her single bed is against the wall. Experienced friends
know that in this position, if the woman is on the bottom, her legs need to be spread wide, making the space
a bit cramped.
We tried different positions. C sat on his lap, and my wife sat on his lap, facing me. While C was doing it,
he reached down to my wife's breasts and touched them. My desire surged. He was supporting my
wife's breasts and pinching her nipples with two fingers. My wife looked down for a moment, making soft moans. Then I
took her hands, but didn't touch her.
Because C had been kissing her intensely during sex, saliva stains were everywhere on my wife's chest,
nipples, calves, abdomen, and face. My wife had tried to kiss me, but remembering
her kiss with C, I felt awkward.
Later, I became more accepting, but I usually waited five or six minutes after he kissed my wife before kissing her.
They lasted about forty minutes (actually, people's sense of time is worst at this time;
when I went back, I checked the time and it was probably a little faster, maybe even longer). When he ejaculated again, my wife was pressed against
the headboard, with no chance to back away. She was also holding on tightly, incredibly excited, more
excited than ever with me.
However, unlike the erotic stories I've written, there was almost no meaningful moaning. Later, when they
did it again , I was mostly in the inner room, and at most I heard things like "fuck me to death" or "fuck me to death."
After he finished, he put my wife down. She was so exhausted from the intense act that she couldn't move at all. She just
lay lazily on the bed, letting the semen run down her thighs and onto the bed, without washing herself. So, in my article, I'm being truthful
; it's true that having an affair can bring women great pleasure, definitely surpassing the pleasure they experience with their husbands, provided
, of course, that both are roughly equal in ability.
I saw that my wife got along well with him, and although it was different from our original agreement, I still told her to
sleep with him that night. Little C must have been holding back for a long time; he recovered in less than ten minutes. I had already
gone back to my room and couldn't wait to masturbate, but I could hear my wife's screams inside, and the sounds of their lovemaking starting again immediately
.
The sounds of their wild revelry inside gave me a
pleasure I could never experience in masturbation for the first time.
The first night truly brought immense satisfaction to both my wife and me. Around six in the morning, my wife came in
with a smile , her face not looking too good, but with a very happy and shy expression.
She wasn't bothered at all, mainly because she already knew I particularly enjoyed this kind of stimulation. My first erotic
comedy (my first unfinished piece of eunuch literature), written the year we got married, was even commented on after she read it
.
When I asked my wife to get in bed and have sex with her, she laughed and said, "I haven't showered yet, I'm so dirty, don't you mind
?"
I immediately pushed her down and started having sex.
Let me tell you, if a woman doesn't wash overnight after sex, the smell is incredibly pungent (both pungent and a bit smelly).
Normally, I would definitely make her shower. But that time, the thought of another man's semen
mixed with her vaginal fluid made the smell even stronger. I do have a foreskin, and my glans is very large. I asked my wife what it felt like to have
my large glans inserted , and she said it went in quite deep and felt very comfortable inside. I asked her how it was when he ejaculated, and she said: "I almost went crazy. The initial feeling was intense, like a warm, rushing flow inside me, and my mind went blank. The next time it was more like spurts, and the last time it felt like it was flowing in. Last night, he ejaculated four times!" She later secretly showed me the marks on the sheets. (To be continued...)

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