[The Wife's Hidden Desires] (1-2)

My wife hasn't been intimate with me for almost half a year. Based on her past habits, I know that for her

to give in , the following conditions must be met:

1. I can't work today, otherwise she'll definitely refuse. Her reasons: "I was exhausted from work today. You

're too relaxed, you didn't help with the kids, and you

're (This goes on for a full twenty minutes.)

2. I absolutely mustn't work tomorrow, otherwise, the same applies to point 1...

(This goes on for a full twenty minutes.)

3. During her period, it's definitely out of the question.

4. In summary of 1-3, on those days when she doesn't come, you must keep her happy all day long,

or at least not anger her.

Perhaps you think this fourth point is easy to achieve, but I say, you're wrong! As I said in the third line at the beginning of the article, it's

been almost half a year since I last did it. If it were easy to achieve, it should be three times a month, how could it be once every six months?

Perhaps you still can't understand how difficult this fourth point is, so I'll give a simple example:

(1) My mother-in-law and father-in-law taught me well, and my wife is very indifferent in bed, but she is very strict about housework.

Therefore, as long as she sees that the floor hasn't been mopped, she will get angry (Note: I don't even

dare to think about asking my wife to mop the floor. If I really dare to ask my wife to mop the floor, the result will be the same as in 1).

(2) Listen quietly to your wife's complaints, and even express your anger in a moderate and appropriate manner

(Note: Please pay attention to my choice of words, "quietly" and "appropriately", just like the "

Regretful Dragon " in

the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, which emphasizes the word "regret" (from "Heroes of the Desert" by Jin Yong). The key to this move is "quiet" and "appropriately"). If you interrupt your wife's complaints, the consequences will be dire

; if you express yourself too unnaturally, your wife will definitely say, "Are you being too fake?"

(3) Do not let her see or hear news that affects her emotions. Let me give you another example from my own painful experience:

One day, on a big day, I had been behaving very well, but on the way home after

a happy dinner, I accidentally overheard a news report. I remember the content was something like

, "...the aging population is a serious problem nationwide..." Suddenly, my wife's face turned cold, her expression darkened,

and the conversation veered to this very topic. She even went so far as to conclude that the national economy would collapse and

civil servants wouldn't receive their pensions (Note: My wife is a civil servant; perhaps because she has a secure job, she

has a bit of a temper). She remained angry until the very end.

*** *** *** ***

The above is a brief description of the difficulties my wife and I are currently facing, hoping to give you readers a glimpse into the

hardships of being a husband.

You might think that a woman with this kind of personality isn't particularly attractive, but actually, my wife has quite defined features,

a good sense of style, and a near-C-cup bust, so

she . I love her sexy lips when she wears lipstick and her full, shapely thighs.

After over ten years of marriage, I've developed a familial bond with her, so she has always been my only one—

emotionally and sexually.

However, my wife's love and tolerance haven't moved me at all; instead, she's become increasingly demanding

and nitpicky. Until today, the final straw finally broke the camel's back. She came downstairs.

After I once again acted as if I had completely satisfied her standards, only to hear her sexy lips utter

"I just don't want to," I was utterly devastated. Back in the room, I kept thinking. Was I too

accommodating , or did she think I couldn't live without her, so she didn't care about my feelings at all? Or was she frigid?

But knowing her personality, if I insisted she was frigid or took her to see a doctor, she would definitely deny it, and a marital argument

would immediately erupt.

I thought about all of this for a long time, and then I resolutely went downstairs, rode my bike out, and I think my wife

knew I was leaving. (But as usual, after rejecting me, she would stay in the room and ignore me, perhaps afraid I would make further

demands!)

I went straight to an adult salon in the city, a place I had never even considered going to in our ten years of marriage. That kind of

place . The barbershop was called "XXX Men's and Women's Barbershop." As soon as I entered, the owner greeted

me with a beaming smile: "Sir, it's been a long time!" Although nervous, I couldn't help but laugh. This was my first

time in a place like this; what did he mean by "it's been a long time"?

Then the owner led me upstairs, and I silently followed behind him, unable to hide my nervousness. But my head

was already shaved... Even washing wasn't an option.

Upstairs were small cubicles, but I didn't hear the expected lewd noises or moans;

clearly, business wasn't good.

The owner asked, "Sir, do you know anyone?" I naturally answered no, and then asked

the owner to find me a decent one.

After a while, a plump, fair-skinned woman knocked on the door. She wasn't particularly attractive,

but... well, not bad either. Meaning no, I followed her instructions and stripped down to my underwear, lying face down for her massage.

To be honest, the masseuse wasn't very good, and after one massage, she asked if I wanted the full service. Frankly,

with her looks, I really wanted to say no, but thinking about my shrewish wife's attitude towards me today,

honestly, "this is the last straw," and I couldn't swallow my anger.

Driven by a desire for revenge, I finally nodded, but of course, I asked about the price first. Two thousand

dollars wasn't expensive for me; it was a small amount to get revenge on my wife.

In a tense moment, this plump masseuse professionally stripped naked (frankly,

her movements were a bit indecent, really not very good), then put a condom on me and penetrated me, beginning the piston-like

motion…

*** *** *** ***

Looking back, my first time with a prostitute that day went on in a rather boring intercourse, and

it ended after I ejaculated. When I got home, I was much calmer, but then I was afraid my wife would find out, so when I was about 100 meters from home, I quickly turned off

the motorcycle and slowly glided to the door.

It was almost midnight when I got home, and my wife had already turned off the lights. I thought to myself, thank goodness, otherwise, if I had really been caught,

I would have been in the wrong. So the day ended after I quickly went home and took a shower, and my wife didn't seem to

have noticed anything.

(Note: I later found out that she hadn't slept at all, and she knew what I was doing. That happened after I accidentally 　　came home too early and

saw my wife masturbating in the room, and after I found her diary. It turns out that all along, her

rejections and her repeated unreasonable tantrums were all deliberate acts by my wife

… I'll finish next time I have time!) === ... 　　　　　　　　　　My Wife's Hidden Desires (Forbidden Love) Part 2 　　: Last time, I talked about how, after being treated inhumanely by my wife, I finally went to a brothel and completed the feat of soliciting a prostitute. However, in reality, most prostitutes outside are just there to get by, and they are far inferior to my wife in both appearance and inner qualities. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　(Part 2) My Cousin's Wedding 　　As my wife became increasingly indifferent, I gradually learned to hide my passion and needs. But 　　deep down, I still hoped that my wife could return to the passion we had when we were newlyweds. It wasn't until later that some things happened that I gradually 　　came to understand my wife's true 'needs'. 　　Just a few months after my wife and I hit rock bottom, and I couldn't take it anymore and went out to relieve my needs, my wife's cousin got married. Speaking of my wife's cousin, he's really handsome, young and tall, and looks about 90% like the Hong Kong star Nicholas Tse. He's about 5 to 6 years younger than my wife, and he has a very cool personality. He's been the darling of my wife's relatives since childhood. 　　Although my wife occasionally mentions this cousin, she always speaks with a sour tone. For example, when Xiaoping (note: my wife's cousin's name contains the character "Ping," so we'll call him Xiaoping here), he broke up with his girlfriend two years ago (note: Xiaoping has always had girlfriends, and they've all been very beautiful). I still remember my wife's disdainful expression when she talked to me about it back then: "The men in their family only think with their lower bodies, they deserve it!" At the time, I just listened and didn't take it to heart. 　　Until recently, Xiaoping announced his marriage. On the day of Xiaoping's wedding, the banquet ended at around 8 pm. I waited with the child at our seats. More than half an hour after all the dishes were served, but my wife still didn't say she wanted to go home to rest. In the end, my child and I waited until almost 10 pm, and the restaurant was cleaning up. For some reason just wouldn't go home. When my wife finally appeared (note: because she was a relative of the groom , she had been acting as a hostess and hadn't been seated with me at the banquet), she was already about six or seven-tenths and a little tipsy. Wearing her wedding dress, she looked radiant, but based on my years of knowing her as a married couple, it seemed to me she was releasing pent-up frustration and was behaving somewhat erratically. 　　After waiting so long, and then seeing my wife arrive drunk, what husband wouldn't be upset? When my face darkened, my wife surprisingly spoke to me in an unusually gentle tone, "Please, I'm begging you this time. Take the kids home to bathe and put them to bed first. I want to stay up a little later with my uncle and his family." 　　Hearing her gentle voice, I had no choice but to swallow my anger. 　　I quickly got the kids into the car and drove home. By the time I finished taking care of my son, it was already past 11 PM. As usual, I faced the lonely night alone. When I calmed down, I had time to think, and the more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Ya-ting's (my wife's name) cousin's wedding was a joyous occasion, yet my wife was completely drunk? She usually doesn't drink that much, and her unusual gentleness at the end seemed out of place. Could it be...? 　　　　　　　　　　　　(III) My Wife's Forbidden Desires 　　Later that day, my wife didn't get home until after 2 a.m. At this point, I gradually began to piece together fragments of memories . Why did my wife always seem disdainful whenever we talked about Xiaoping, yet whenever she encountered him, she would chatter away like a mate, flitting around her cousin? 　　Why couldn't I see any of her underlying disdain? Now, looking back, my wife's evaluation of Xiaoping always had a hint of jealousy and possessiveness in it. Could it be that she…? But Xiaoping is my wife's cousin… 　　　　　　　　　　　　　—To be continued— My suspicions, coupled with my wife's coldness, fueled my growing desire to verify my suspicions. The day of confirmation arrived sooner than I expected. A month after Xiaoping's wedding banquet, I had already given up on making any further requests of my wife. I didn't want to ask her anymore. When I did ask, I was just thinking, "Wife, if you refuse again, I'll go to a prostitute tonight." During dinner, I deliberately asked my wife in a casual tone, "Honey, do you want it tonight?" Some readers might chuckle to themselves, thinking, "Who asks 'yes' like that?" Actually, when I discuss this with friends, many of them laugh at me like that. Some friends say, "Who asks their wife like that? Just go for it! Tell her to wear a see-through nightgown and get ready." Others say, "No wonder you were rejected. Who's so direct? You need to create a good atmosphere first, take her out..." Go out for a romantic dinner and give her a small gift, and she'll naturally agree. Unfortunately, I've tried all these tricks, but the result is always the same. Going straight for it always ends badly. As mentioned in the previous post, she'll list everything from the kids to the home environment to cleaning and chores, but in the end, she still won't allow the romance. Sorry, I've tried that too. A whole day of romance—going out for a fancy meal, taking care of the kids, mopping the floor—and then... At the last minute, he realized something was strange: the kids were asleep, but his wife hadn't gotten into bed yet. He fumbled around, doing some housework, or going downstairs to watch TV... and finally, after he'd finished, she was free—it was already past midnight. Turns out, she didn't want to do it but couldn't think of a reason to refuse . (Note: This is her last resort after running out of reasons to refuse; it's quite ruthless. Readers can imagine the husband's feelings after a romantic day, waiting until midnight only to be rejected.)

We've gotten a bit off-topic, so, on a day when I had no expectations, I casually asked if she wanted it, and my dear wife actually

nodded!

This is a big deal, at least a once-a-month event!

But at the same time she nodded, tonight would be my first exploration and test of my wife's innermost desires

—to be continued—

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