[Husband's Tacit Approval of Infidelity] (Full)

My husband's tacit approval of my infidelity

is reading week. I got up early to go to the library to finish two tedious Term MP articles.

Shuttlebus hadn't arrived yet, so I randomly pulled a book out of my thick backpack and

flipped through it: Drucilla Cornell's *At the Heart of Freedom

: Feminism, Sex, and Equality*. It was

this book! Drucilla wrote in her obscure, slogan-like style: "Social

states were not original for

the repression of sexual freedom." So, on seminar, my classmates

looked at me with strange, curious, and pitying eyes. Prejudice!

Busy, I ran into a friend of my husband's. I tried to avoid him, but couldn't. He sat right

next to me, chatted for a while, and before leaving, he made a suggestive remark, saying, "Your husband isn't here,

you can look for me.

" Annoyed, I chased after him to hit him but missed.

I only met him through my husband; he, his friend, and his wife were all

classmates . My husband went abroad a year earlier than them. They had agreed to come together, which delayed them by a year. His wife

was originally the most beautiful girl in their department.

I had initially heard that there were no beautiful girls at Tsinghua, but after meeting his wife, I realized it was a rumor and understood

why was willing to wait a year for her to come abroad with him. My husband seemed to have pursued this girl in college, and they had a relationship

for a while but didn't succeed (silly husband ^_^).

Because of my husband, I gradually became familiar with them, often eating and joking together. Then

one time , a little incident occurred.

As winter break approached, the sky was always overcast, and after four in the afternoon, gloom would creep in.

Once, while having dinner, my husband and his friends complained about the bitter cold and the shortness of the days. They suggested going to

a nearby water park resort, which had an artificial tropical feel, so we

happily agreed. Unable to wait for the weekend, we all got up early on Thursday, taking the same car.

After a four-hour drive, we arrived at a large water park with indoor and outdoor

sections and an attached hotel. Only the indoor section was open in winter. We

didn't plan to stay overnight, as we needed to get back to school that evening.

We bought Wristbands, exchanged them for bikes, and went into the water park.

Two boys were already inside. From that moment on, my husband's eyes never left his friend's wife, his lustful gaze

constantly sweeping over her breasts as highlighted by the harsh white light. I punched him from behind, but he remained unmoved.

His friend did the same, constantly looking me up and down. Since there was nowhere to hide, I simply let him look. I initially

thought they had been here before, but they said they had just heard about it from a friend and this was their first time. Looking around, I saw

a tall, transparent dome, probably intended to let in some natural light, but the day was rather gloomy, so

the bright white lights were still on inside. Near the entrance were a few small shops selling simple food and drinks,

souvenirs, and water sports equipment.

The main attraction of the park was its various water activities. There was a simulated wave beach, a lazy

river (where you float on an automatic current in a raft or lifebuoy), simulated

surfing, and other facilities. But the most attractive part was the several huge waterroller

oasters, winding, slide-like cylinders from which people rush down, shouting as they plunge

into the water. I thought it was quite thrilling, so I dragged them to try the highest and steepest one. They had no experience either, so

they went with me.

Because it wasn't the weekend, the park was empty, not many people, which saved us

the trouble of crowds and queues.

After climbing a very high wooden staircase, we realized we had to retrieve the inflatable rafts from below ourselves. My husband and his

wife ran back down again. Two people shared a raft. The lighter person sat in front with their legs stretched

out with their legs spread apart. They held onto the handles on both sides of the raft, and the attendant turned on the power,

starting the conveyor belt and placing the raft into the slide. The slide was completely enclosed and pitch black inside. It started with an

almost right-angled steep slope, making everyone's heart race. Before I could even scream, my husband yelled from behind. Then there was

a an unexpected jet of water, and then a rapid, spinning descent. The ups and downs made everyone

dizzy. In the dark, the concepts of time and space blurred. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly

we saw a light, and then we plunged into the pool. I found it quite exhilarating, but my husband was terrified, his face ashen. Just as I

was laughing at his timidity, my friend and his wife also went down. My friend was alright, but his wife was quite frightened; she seemed

to have choked on water in the slide and was coughing incessantly. My lecherous husband, however, forgot his fear and stared unabashedly at her

rapidly heaving chest.

My husband and his friend's wife both refused to ride the rollercoaster, but I was still

eager to try it and dragged my husband along because one person couldn't ride alone; the raft needed two people, otherwise it would capsize.

My husband was hesitant and refused to go. Finally, we decided that my husband's friend and I would go ride the rollercoaster again

, while my husband would accompany his friend's wife to try other rides.

My husband's friend and I climbed the stairs with our rafts and rode the rollercoaster—a winding, slide-like

cylinder from which you plunge into the water, shouting. I thought it was quite thrilling, so I dragged them

to try the highest and steepest one. They had no experience either, so they came with me.

Because it wasn't the weekend, the park was empty, avoiding

the hassle of crowds and queues.

Climbing the very high wooden stairs, we realized we had to retrieve the rafts ourselves from below. My husband and his

friend ran back down. Two people share a raft. The lighter person sits in front with their legs stretched

out with their legs spread apart. They hold onto the handles on both sides of the raft, and the attendant turns on the power, starting

the conveyor belt and placing the raft into the slide. The slide is completely enclosed and pitch black inside. The initial section is an

almost right-angled steep slope, which makes your heart race. Before I could even shout, my husband yelled from behind. Then…

A small uphill slope, then an unexpected jet of water appeared, then spun rapidly downwards, rising and falling several times

, making everyone dizzy. In the dark, spinning motion, the concepts of time and space blurred. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly

I saw a light, and then I was plunged into the pool. I thought it was quite exhilarating, but my husband was terrified, his face ashen.

Just as I was laughing at his silliness, my friend and his wife also rushed down. My friend was alright, but his wife was quite frightened; she seemed

to have choked on water in the pipe and was coughing incessantly. My lecherous husband, however, forgot his fear and stared unabashedly at her

rapidly heaving chest.

My husband and his friend's wife both resolutely refused to ride the rollercoaster, but I was still

eager for more and dragged my husband along because one person couldn't ride it alone; the raft needed two people, otherwise it would capsize.

My husband was hesitant and refused to go. Finally, we agreed that my husband's friend and I would go ride the rollercoaster

, while my husband would accompany his friend's wife to try other things.

My husband's friend and I climbed the stairs again with the inflatable raft. Once inside, I felt awkward. I sat in

front, and he sat behind me with his legs spread. The raft was small, so my bottom was pressed between his legs. We

were swept away again. The second time, there wasn't the same shock as the first time, and it felt much better. However, as

we swung back and forth in the tube, my bottom kept rubbing against his through our swimsuits, and I could clearly

feel his erection. We plunged into the pool, and I quickly climbed ashore, but he refused to come out. I called him to hurry

up, and he awkwardly used the raft to cover himself as he clumsily made his way ashore from the shallows. That's when I realized he was using the raft to cover his erection

. :p I was actually a little smug.

I wasn't planning on playing with him anymore, but he insisted on playing again. Since I was the one who dragged him there,

I couldn't refuse, so we climbed the stairs together again. At the top, we saw my husband and his friend's

wife playing water basketball in the distance, looking very happy. I called out to them, but they obviously didn't hear me. Once we got on the raft,

we were pressed together again. This time, he was even bolder; as soon as we entered the pipe, he grabbed my waist,

making me even closer to him. As we spun, his penis rubbed against me, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly. My husband was carrying me all the way down the river. I tried

to break free, but I didn't dare let go of the handrail, so he carried me. Once we reached the exit, I ignored him and climbed ashore alone, heading towards my husband and his friends. My husband's friend followed awkwardly behind. 　　My husband was enthusiastically teaching his friend's wife how to shoot hoops, his hands gesturing wildly—sometimes gesturing for her to puff out her chest, sometimes for her to pull in her stomach. I called him several times before he heard me. I said I wanted to play something else, and my husband actually told me, "Go play by yourself." Then he turned back to teaching his friend's wife how to shoot hoops, and the woman giggled. He was laughing, and I felt like killing him. I stood there with a dark expression, and he ignored me. My husband's friend came over to comfort me, asking if I was tired. He pulled me to a small tropical-themed shop nearby, ordered me juice, and got himself a beer. 　　I pointed at my husband and yelled, "He's bullying your wife! Aren't you going to beat him up?" He grinned wickedly and said, "I got my revenge, at least I didn't lose out." I swung my fist at him, but he didn't dodge. I chatted with him, but my eyes kept glancing at my husband. That wretched guy was teaching people to swim again, he was holding his friend's... My wife, her hands restlessly on someone's chest and private parts, excitedly shouting something, probably directing her to swim. What a jerk! 　　I simply ignored him. 　　My husband's friend was chatting with me intermittently, or maybe not intermittently at all, I wasn't paying attention. He seemed to ask if I wanted a beer too, I forget whether I said yes or no, maybe I just nodded, or maybe I didn't answer at all. He placed an opened can of beer in front of me, the shiny metal packaging coated with water droplets, shimmering in the bright sunlight from the ceiling. I probably didn't even think... I picked it up and downed it in one gulp , feeling a sense of exhilaration for a moment, but inevitably choked on the last sip and coughed. 　　My husband's friend gently patted my back and asked if I was feeling better. I nodded. 　　He asked if I still wanted to go roller coaster. I was quite eager, but hesitated. I turned my head and saw my husband and her diligently learning to swim. So I agreed and went with him . 　　He then went even further, putting one arm around my waist and the other hand diagonally probing into my vagina. Ikinitop, holding my breasts. My heart skipped a beat. But I felt helpless, just like . His grip changed with the curves, sometimes light, sometimes heavy; he pinched my nipples between his fingers, his body bouncing constantly in the curves, my nipples being pulled and released repeatedly. My nipples have always been sensitive, and his hard penis was pressing against me from behind. I felt , slowly spreading throughout my body, down to my fingertips. Was it alcohol? 　　Suddenly, we were thrown into the pool by the current. He hurriedly pulled his hand back, almost exposing me completely. (Oops, I almost made a huge fool of myself). 　　He seemed to be getting bolder and bolder, even daring to pinch my butt in the pool. I was a little annoyed and said I needed to use the restroom. 　　He followed behind, saying he needed to go too. The restrooms at Waterpark were also designed in a beach style , with four or five stalls in a corner, made of natural coconut wood, unisex, and you just went in and locked the door. I had just pushed the door open when he rushed in, squeezed in, and closed the door from the back. 　　I asked in surprise, "What are you doing?" He grinned mischievously and said, "Give me a kiss." I didn't expect him to be so bold, so I told him to get out. 　　He showed no intention of leaving, just grinning at me. An unsettling smell filled the air. 　　I walked around him, intending to open the door, but he suddenly pressed down on me from behind, pinning me against the door. I struggled, bracing myself against the door with both hands, trying to push him away, but he took the opportunity to wrap his hands around my chest, pushing up my bikini top and firmly grasping my breasts. I continued to struggle, but it was all in vain. He was so strong; I was just a helpless . My desperate struggles had no effect on him, or perhaps only excited him further. 　　I felt a sense of despair. I realized what was going to happen, yet I dared not think about it…

I thought he would come in roughly, like my husband usually does. But to my surprise, he was unusually

patient, kissing, caressing, and kneading me gently, as if savoring a cup of fragrant tea. I was melting

.

I stopped resisting, perhaps because I was tired. But I stubbornly refused to turn around, my hands still braced against the door,

whether out of fear of facing him or to preserve my last shred of dignity.

He breathed on my ear, the faint scent of beer, is this what malt smells like? Strange,

why thinking of malt?

He pulled down my pants, one hand still possessively holding my breasts, constantly stimulating my

nipples , the other hand restlessly moving downwards. I instinctively flinched, and my bare butt

bumped against his equally bare penis, hot. When did he take off his swim trunks too?

He kept kneading and teasing my genitals, his penis rubbing against me from behind. My legs

went weak, my face burned.

Finally, he decided to come in.

Why did I use the word "finally"?

But this wasn't a good way to get in. His penis was like a lost deer, bumping around wildly.

Every time he bumped into me, my heart tightened.

I couldn't resist anymore. I leaned my shoulder against the door, arched my back slightly, and reached out

to grasp his penis from behind, guiding it for him. This was the first time I'd encountered another man's penis since we got married; my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it

was going to jump out of my throat.

He entered smoothly, like a lost child finding their way home, instantly excited, his movements

becoming increasingly rough. I bit my lip, trying hard not to make a sound, but I couldn't…

…

It had been so long since I'd experienced orgasm during sex.

He ejaculated inside; I'd told him it was my safe period. I was going to die.

He put on his swim trunks first, but I was leaning against the door, unable to straighten up, but I still managed to push him out first

. I didn't want to clean up in front of him.

He ejaculated a lot, and I was also very wet; it was a complete mess.

Finally, everything was settled. I jumped into the sink as soon as I got out of the bathroom; the strong smell of bleach should

mask my body odor. He sat there smugly, watching my panicked expression. Suddenly, I

didn't want to talk to him anymore. A wave of guilt washed over me. I wanted to find my husband, I wanted my husband!

But I searched the entire park and couldn't find my husband or my friend's wife. He was still

following , looking at my disappointed face, still grinning mischievously, saying, "They eloped." I felt like crying.

He took me to eat something, and we played for a while. Then he took me to the bathroom again. This time, he sat on

the toilet , and I sat on his lap facing him. He really liked my breasts, touching them affectionately. The toilet seat didn't have

a lid, and it was uncomfortable for him sitting there. I felt so sorry for him. He was very long…

After we finished, he buried his head in my chest, and I held his head for a long time.

In the evening, my husband and my friend's wife mysteriously appeared. I was furious and ignored my husband. He

meekly apologized, saying they were hungry and didn't want the hot dogs from the park,

so they wanted to find somewhere to eat. He figured they could always come back from Writtenband. They drove for a long time, got lost, and

only just returned. I asked him what they ate, but he couldn't answer.

The atmosphere on the drive home that night was a little strange

…

At the end of the month, the credit card company sent a statement, and there was a clear

record of that hotel transaction on my husband's card. I angrily questioned him about it, and he seemed to have a point, saying, "

What were you doing in the bathroom with him that day?"

And so, everything became an unspoken understanding.

I'm so stupid, I'm the stupidest of all. But then I remembered what my husband's friend said: "Anyway, I'm not

at a disadvantage. // blush

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