[My story with my wife, who has had two affairs]

My story with my wife, who had two affairs:

One spring day in 2000, I was on a business trip in Shanghai. Around 9 PM, I had just finished dinner and was

playing mahjong with some college classmates. I had a hand of pure suit, and I was frantically trying to get close to winning

when my phone rang. Annoyed, I thought, "Who's calling to bother me?" I saw it was my home number—it was my wife! I was even more

annoyed. Hadn't she said she was going to meet some online friend for dinner? Why was she home so early?

She must have run into a jerk. I thought, "My online friend, whom I met online, isn't satisfied and is complaining, ruining my

mahjong game!" Annoyed as I was, I quickly answered the phone.

"Home?"

"Yeah. What are you doing?"

"Playing mahjong."

"Is it inconvenient to talk? I'll say something, you can listen." (Damn! I learned that line from the movie *Cellphone* from my wife

!)

"BBB (the online friend my wife met) is here!

" "I know, didn't you tell me?"

"I meant she's at our house."

Damn! Before I left, I specifically told him not to stay alone in the hotel room with his online friend (BBB came

all the way from out of town to see my wife), and not to drink alcohol.

"Is the hotel booked?" (I was still hoping he was just coming to visit)

. "No." "

He's not staying at our place, is he?"

"Yes, that's what I was talking about. We'll each have our own room, don't worry, it'll be fine."

Damn! What a relief.

"Then stay here, get me a new set of sheets."

"Alright, go play cards."

One classmate asked curiously, "Who's staying at your place?" I'd said a bit too much in my haste. I quickly

covered it up "My wife's classmates, a couple, are almost millionaires, they can't even afford a hotel, they insist on staying at my place." "The richer people are, the stingier they are, how can you get rich if you're not stingy?" another classmate retorted. 　　That covered it up. Now it was my turn to draw a tile. I absentmindedly picked up a tile—a 10,000

I'm ready to win! My spirits lifted, and I immediately focused on the card table. After a round, it was my turn to draw a card—20,000! I won ! A pure suit! A slapstick! 200 yuan per person! 　　"Your wife's call came just in time," a classmate said, pulling out his money. 　　"Perfect timing, perfect for gambling!" I thought to myself. My wife didn't call me for the next two days, and I was too busy to call home. (Usually, I call my wife every two days when I'm away on business, otherwise she would call me. Since we'd chat anyway, why not take the initiative and make her happy?) 　　Two days later, I returned to Beijing. When I got home, my wife wasn't home yet, so I started cooking. I had brought back a "Little Shaoxing" poached chicken from Shanghai, so all I had to do was cook rice and stir-fry some vegetables. The rice was in the pot, the vegetables were chopped, and I was just waiting for my wife to come home. I lounged on the sofa and read a book. A little while later, my wife came home. We kissed , and then I said, "I bought you two outfits; they're on the bed in the other room. Go try them on. I'm going to cook ; we'll have poached chicken today." "Great, I'll go try them on," my wife said as she walked into the other room. "You bought poached chicken again? What's so good about that stuff?" My wife was hostile to everything in Shanghai ( except ). 　　While I was cooking in the kitchen, I asked, "When did BBB leave?" 　　"What did you say? I can't hear you," my wife said, running from the other room to the kitchen doorway, carrying a skirt and wearing only her underwear . 　　"I said, when did BBB leave?" 　　"This morning, I think. He wasn't up when I went to work. I think his flight was around 1 pm!" 　　"Did you two have sex?" 　　"Yes," my wife said with a mischievous grin, adjusting her skirt. 　　"You bad boy, didn't you say you wouldn't sleep with him?" Actually, when I got the phone call that day, knowing BBB had come to stay at my house, I figured we'd definitely end up doing it. 　　"I'll tell you the details later. This dress is really pretty, my husband has great taste. I'm going to try on that one too," she 　　said, and ran off again. 　　She told me so casually that she had just had sex with another man a few days ago. I just asked casually, listened casually. This was because this was already her second lover, and I had developed a resistance. She knew I had already come to terms with it, so she was somewhat fearless. When I found out she had her first lover, I summed it up with a saying to comfort myself: "Actually, my wife having sex with someone else is similar to eating hotpot with someone else. We exchange feelings, exchange proteins, sweat together, as long as we pay attention to hygiene." It's easy to make up a theory to convince myself, and now I completely believe in my theory, and I feel incredibly proud, almost like a saint. However, a while ago, when my wife was chatting enthusiastically with BB online, I was still very annoyed. We only have one computer, and my wife always hogs it, preventing me from playing the new games I got, so I especially hate BB. But now that he's in my bed, it looks like I need to buy another computer. My wife will have to chat with me for a while longer. I've decided to buy a used one, just one that can browse the internet and chat, and get my old, overclocking computer back!!! 　　The dishes were cooked, and my wife came to serve me the food and rice. I asked, "Didn't you say we weren't going to bed? Why are you like this now?" ( To be continued... this might take a few days, I'm a busy guy.) 　　"It's like this," my wife said, "We started by drinking tea and chatting until 11:30. I said it was time to sleep , I had to go to work tomorrow. So we each went to bed in our own rooms. I turned on the TV after getting into bed, wanting to watch for a while. Ten minutes later, BB knocked on the door and came in, saying he couldn't sleep and wanted to watch TV together. So I let him into bed. We were both wearing pajamas, but it was a bit cold since the heating had just been turned off, so I told him to cover himself with a blanket too. We chatted for a bit, watching TV. Then he started rubbing his legs against my legs with his pants . I immediately got excited, but I didn't move and pretended to watch TV. Three minutes later..." Five minutes later, I thought, "I'm going to do it anyway, no need to drag it out." So I suddenly crawled under the covers , stripped naked, and quickly pulled off his pants and underwear. He took off his shirt. Then we were all entangled together.

"You were so eager after just three minutes of teasing!" I teased her.

"Anyway, it's all about sex. Being passive means being played, being proactive means I'm playing him."

"Fine! You win." "

And then?"

xx (The brother is described, but to avoid being deleted, I'll omit it; it's not actually that explicit)

"You had a blast, didn't you?"

"Pretty good, but this guy's pretty corny, no romance at all." "And

then what happened in the next few days?"

"The next day when I got off work, he was already home. We did it once on the sofa. After dinner, we did it again.

Yesterday we did it once, and I couldn't go on anymore."

"Couldn't go on anymore? Are you feeling better now? Someone else has been cultivating your private plot for days; it's time for me to cultivate it."

After saying that, I didn't even bother with dinner, grabbed my wife, and went straight to the point.

The next morning, I suddenly remembered that I wasn't home, and a strange man had stayed at my place for three days.

The lady at the mailroom must have seen it. My apartment is provided by the company, and the whole building belongs to the same company.

If gets out, I'll be ruined. I told my wife, "Call him over again in a few days. I need to go in and out of our building

with a few times." My wife is incredibly smart; without me explaining, she immediately understood and said, "No

problem, in a few days."

Half a month later, my wife happily called him over. It was a Friday evening.

I was sitting at home when this guy arrived, dragging a rolling suitcase. Damn, coming to see his lover with a huge suitcase?

Was he going to kill me, chop me into pieces, and take me away? Later I found out he lied to my wife and came to Beijing on a business trip. I

pretended to be enthusiastic and greeted him. He looked to be around 38 or 39, quite handsome, and clearly a little

nervous. Actually, I was nervous too, but I pretended to be nonchalant. We went in and out, carrying two boxes of fruit into the house—

the ones I'd bought at noon and put in the trunk of the car. I even greeted the doorman, introducing him as my

wife's cousin. Then I remembered that in movies, people with inappropriate relationships call each other "cousin." Looks like everything's fine now.

Afterwards , the three of us went out to eat. He insisted on treating, so I chose a Japanese restaurant near my home. I asked him

if he liked Japanese food, and he said no problem. But once we started eating, I realized this guy doesn't eat raw food

. What to do if Japanese food isn't raw? We ended up with eel rice, while my wife and I devoured raw fish. Before the meal, my wife told me not to overcharge him.

Actually, I was planning to overcharge him, just to make things easier for him. But since my wife said that, I couldn't do that. After

the meal, I asked if he had booked a hotel. He said he had, and it was near my home. So I drove my wife and him to the hotel.

We got the key from the receptionist and went upstairs. When we entered the room, I was furious. The room wasn't small, but it was extremely old.

I 'd never seen such a run-down three-star hotel. He even said he'd stayed there before. If he'd stayed there before, that was even more unacceptable.

A room like this for a date? It really lacked any romance and was incredibly disrespectful to my wife. I went into the bathroom and

saw that the hotel didn't provide condoms, so I asked him, "Did you bring any condoms?" He said, "No." I was furious

, "You didn't even prepare condoms for my wife? Do you want me to raise your son?!" My wife quickly nudged me, and I

realized I'd lost my temper, so I quickly said, "Don't forget to buy some later." I drove home myself, thinking that

no one would bother , perfect for playing Commandos. Happy weekend! My wife was sleeping with someone else, and I was playing games.

I'm increasingly impressed with myself; even the so-called sages of ancient times couldn't compare to me.

Later, bbbb came to Beijing a few more times, and my wife disliked him more and more. This guy is an honest man. He was

quite humorous online, but in real life, he was very boring. He didn't know how to be romantic when it came to picking up girls.

Apart from once sending a bunch of mushrooms from his hometown, he never even sent flowers. Every time I went on a business trip, I would buy

clothes for my wife, and I always gave her gifts for holidays, and I would buy her flowers from time to time. I remember one spring

I found a cashmere coat while shopping, which was perfect for my wife, and it was on sale during the off-season, so I bought it.

I hung the coat in the

office all summer, and on the first cool day of autumn, I personally delivered it to my wife's office. My wife was overjoyed; her colleagues' eyes practically popped out of their desks with envy. That country bumpkin, BBBB,

was incredibly lucky to have snagged my wife, a beautiful and talented woman. Sometimes, good things do fall from the sky.

My wife gradually distanced herself from him; sometimes they'd bump into each other on QQ and exchange greetings.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye, and in those five or six years, my wife hasn't had a boyfriend. In her words,

"Extramarital affairs are boring. If it's something sneaky behind my husband's back, that's a little exciting, but once

that's gone , it's meaningless. My own husband is the best." In 2003, we had twin sons,

and I brought my parents to live with us to help take care of the children. I figured it wouldn't be convenient for my wife to have a boyfriend then. When we got home, we'd take care of

the kids, and on weekends we'd take them to the park together. Life was peaceful and uneventful. Simple and happy. Sometimes I think about

picking up girls, but firstly, my wife won't allow it, and secondly, I'm afraid of being harassed by unmarried women or killed by my married husband

. I'm also afraid of being labeled an AIDS addict if I go to prostitutes. So far, I've only had sex with my wife

. To those whose wives are having affairs: as long as your wife loves you, and you love your wife, don't worry too much about

who she's slept with.

This might be difficult, but it's achievable.

I don't force everyone to agree with my lifestyle and way of thinking.

I don't try to change other people's

lifestyles and ways of thinking. Of course, I really dislike it when others try to change my lifestyle and way of thinking.

Controlling others and making them live according to one's own way is everyone's innate nature—that's the desire for power.

But humanity has entered civilized society, and some animalistic instincts can be changed.

I believe that as long as it doesn't harm others' interests, a person can do what they want.

If you think your wife's infidelity harms your interests, that's just your own mind playing tricks on you. You

haven't suffered any material or emotional losses (if you think so). Of course, if your wife leaves you and

runs off with someone else, that's a different story—that's a huge loss!

I'm sharing my life experiences here with everyone with a very kind and friendly heart. I don't

want anyone to speak ill of my wife, and please don't make jokes like asking for her contact information. She is a very gentle

, kind, intelligent, hardworking, and brave beautiful woman. We've been lovers since we were 16, and she's 33 this year,

but she looks only 25 or 26 (at least to me). Although she's had two boyfriends since we got married,

She's definitely not a promiscuous person (of course, I'm not saying promiscuity is wrong). She dated each of her boyfriends for quite a long time

before having sex with them, although one of them was a long-term online relationship (of course, I'm not saying online

relationships can't be real). So I hope all the kind people who reply to my post won't insult my loved one. Of course, if you

say something offensive , I can't help it; I'll just have to assume you're not a kind person, but a barbaric or evil one. But

don't worry, I have a very good temper, and I won't get angry.

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