【My Wife and I's Triumphant Journey】(1-8) (3-8 added) Author: Unknown

My Wife and I's Triumphant Journey (1-8)
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 25887
Chapters: 1-8
(I)
Enough with the chit-chat, let me introduce my wife. She's 27 years old, 160 cm tall,
weighs 53 kg, has a 34C bust, average looks, but a big, perky butt that sways when she walks, very
alluring. She likes stockings and high heels, and her underwear is small and sexy, but her outerwear isn't very revealing;
she usually wears work clothes to work.
My wife and I met in college, I remember it was 2005. We were both juniors. I had
just been released from jail after getting involved in a gang fight, and I was feeling really down,
so I went to my friend's school. My friend brought a few classmates to drink with me, including
my wife, Xue. At the time, I was extremely depressed and didn't pay much attention to the girls, but I remember
when Xue walked past me, I suddenly thought, "Damn, her breasts are huge!" That was my initial impression of my wife
. That night, I didn't think about anything, I just drank.
About two or three months later, my problem was resolved, and I wasn't so bothered anymore. My first girlfriend
broke up with me during this time, but I didn't care much about it; after all, we were just playing around
.
Later, I went to hang out with my buddies. One night, we went drinking, and one of them asked me, "Where's your girlfriend?" I said
we broke up. He said he'd introduce me to someone. I remembered Xue and said, "Xue, the one I drank with last time, she's got
big boobs! Introduce her to me, I think it's okay." My buddy said Xue had a boyfriend, often stayed out all night, looked
really slutty, and probably would sleep with anyone. He said it was fine to play around, but I shouldn't take it seriously. I said, "No way, you know
I don't get emotionally involved." That's how I got Xue's phone number.
The first time I called Xue, she asked who I was. I introduced myself, and then she asked if I
needed anything. Xue was an English major, and at the time, university required passing the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4) to get a certificate. I told Xue,
"If I don't pass the CET-4 this year, I'll miss my chance. My friend said your English is very good, and I'd like you to help me."
Xue readily agreed, so I often went to her for tutoring, and sometimes we'd eat together.
During this time, I met Xue's boyfriend a few times. Once, I asked her, "Why don't you and your boyfriend spend much time together
?" She said that her boyfriend's school was quite far from hers, and it wasn't easy for him to come, so they didn't see each other often
. Whenever her boyfriend came, they would go to an internet cafe to play online games together. Xue explained that she and her boyfriend met through online games
, and whenever they met, that was all they talked about, and their phone conversations were also about the internet.
Once, Xue told me that her boyfriend's birthday was coming up and asked me for advice on what gift to buy him. I remember
one day we skipped class to go shopping for a gift with her. Just as we finished and were about to go back,
coincidentally, Xue saw her boyfriend kissing another girl. Xue immediately rushed over, flew into a rage, threw
the gift, and ran away crying. I nervously followed.
Finally, Xue calmed down and cried in front of me, sometimes even hitting me a couple of times, making it seem
like I was the one who had wronged her. Many passersby were watching us. Gradually, she calmed down and buried her face in my arms,
crying. Several hours passed like this, and we both silently returned to school. I
didn't say a word because I didn't know how to comfort her.
The next day, I asked her to tutor me again, and Xue was still very enthusiastic in explaining things to me. Her boyfriend called
her several times, but she refused. Later, I heard that her boyfriend had come to visit a few times, but Xue had chased him away each time. Slowly, their relationship
ended like that. A month later, after the CET-4 exam, I invited Xue to dinner. At the restaurant, I
asked her to be my girlfriend. She refused, saying her heart wasn't healed yet and she needed time to recover.
Later, after much pleading, Xue agreed to be my girlfriend.
The first time we ate together after she became my girlfriend, I stared at her intently. Xue noticed and asked
why I was staring. I said, "You're so beautiful, I can't get enough of looking at you." Xue blushed and lowered her head.
I was sitting next to her, so I put my arm around her waist. Xue leaned against my chest, and I kissed her.
She held it for two seconds, then we kissed passionately. Xue was a good kisser; her tongue swirled in my mouth
, exciting me greatly. I really wanted to make love to her then.
After dinner, we took a walk together on the school road. We held hands and chatted as we walked. Xue
somehow started talking about her boyfriend, recounting their first kiss, their romantic walk, and how much she loved
him. She said she had saved up for two months, sometimes even working part-time, to buy him a gift. She started crying as she spoke.
I said, "Let bygones be bygones. I will love you well and won't let you get hurt." Xue nestled
into my arms, and I placed my hand on her shapely buttocks, stroking them. They felt wonderful, so firm and elastic.
Then my hand moved upwards, touching my wife's breasts. It was the first time I had ever touched my wife's breasts,
and even through her clothes, I could feel their size and firmness. My penis also became erect. So
I took my wife to the apartment I rented near the school. I pushed her down onto the bed, kissed her lips, and
quickly stripped off her clothes, and then quickly stripped off my own.
I kissed my way down her lips to her neck, then down to her earlobe. My hands moved up her hips, down
her back, and to her breasts. Without her clothes, her breasts appeared larger and more alluring.
The pale pink nipples and areolas seemed to be saying, "Eat me, eat me."
I opened my mouth wide and kissed them fiercely, pressing her breasts together with my hands. I took both
nipples into my mouth, gently tapping them with my teeth and sucking hard. Then I kissed my way down to
the depths of her pubic area. The moment my tongue touched her clitoris, her body trembled.
I explored her vulva with my tongue, while my hands kneaded her breasts. She
moaned, "Mmm... Ahh..." and twisted her hips, searching for the most comfortable position. I sucked on her
clitoris a couple of times, and then a gush of vaginal fluid spurted from her vulva. This was my wife's first time, without...
I penetrated, but my wife had an orgasm once.
(II)
We didn't have sex that night, not because I didn't want to, but because my wife wouldn't allow me to penetrate. We
slept together all night, and my penis got erect several times, making it hard for me to sleep.
The next morning, I vaguely felt my wife getting up to wash her face. I opened my eyes and saw her washing her back to me.
Her round buttocks stimulated my desire once again. I got out of bed and rubbed my penis against my wife's buttocks.
I lay on my wife's back and rubbed her breasts with both hands. My wife stopped washing her face, turned around and kissed me
. When I wanted to go further, my wife refused. This was my first intimate contact with my wife. Although my wife
had an orgasm once, we didn't...
From that day on, my wife moved in with me. We went in and out together every day, but my wife still wouldn't allow me
to penetrate. So I had a particularly hard time at night. At my request, my wife agreed to let me relieve myself with her hand.
One day, we went to a classmate's engagement ceremony together. My wife said her classmate was really beautiful, and
that the two of them were very happy and could be together. Hearing this, I looked into my wife's eyes and said, "Wife, I love you,
I will definitely marry you." Then I gave her a deep kiss. My wife was moved and responded passionately.
While we were kissing passionately, I frantically caressed her breasts, my hands quickly moving down, one
in front of the other, from her buttocks and lower abdomen to her vagina. My left index finger rubbed her clitoris, while my right hand
played with her labia. My wife's breathing became noticeably heavier, and she made soft "mmm" sounds. Her vaginal fluids
soaked my hands. I quickly used my mouth to block her vulva, sucking in her fluids. My wife
let out a satisfied "ah," and pushed her buttocks forward to make her vagina more tightly sealed to my mouth.
After sucking for a while, I carried my wife to the bed, preparing to insert my penis into her vagina. Suddenly, my wife sat up and grabbed
my penis, preventing me from entering. I said, "Honey, you can refuse to let me penetrate you today, unless you give me oral sex
." I was just joking, but to my surprise, my wife took my penis into her mouth without hesitation.
We switched to a 69 position, I sucked on her vagina, and she sucked on my penis. Following my
instructions, she sucked, licked, and gently tapped my glans with her teeth. The feeling was warm, moist
, and enveloping. I also used my tongue to move in and out of her vagina, licking and
sucking her clitoris, sometimes even putting her labia together to eat. Her vaginal fluid mixed with her love juices filled my mouth.
I spread her vagina open with my hands, pressed my mouth tightly against hers, and sucked hard. Under my stimulation, my wife
's mouth suddenly started sucking hard on mine. Almost simultaneously, my wife released a lot of vaginal fluid, which I swallowed. I also
ejaculated into her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but I forced it back in. This was the first time my wife had given me oral sex.
From that day on, my wife frequently gave me oral sex, and her technique improved steadily. The only regret was that I still couldn't penetrate
her vagina. One day, my wife was in a particularly good mood. That afternoon, I accompanied her to the supermarket, and after returning to our rented
apartment, after showering, my wife and I kissed and performed oral sex as usual…
Afterwards, we lay down together, and my wife looked at me and asked, "Honey, did you really want to?"
I didn't react immediately and said, "Want what?" My wife blushed and replied, "You know,
that thing you really want to do!" Upon hearing this, I said, "Honey, of course I want to! You can tell from how great I am every time, right
? But honey, if you don't agree, I won't force you, because I love you."
(III)
One day, my wife was in a particularly good mood. That afternoon, I accompanied her to the supermarket.
After returning to our rented apartment, we took a shower, and as usual, my wife and I embraced, kissed, and performed oral sex...
Afterwards, my wife and I lay down together. She looked at me and asked, "Honey, do you really want to?"
I didn't react at first and said, "Want what?" My wife blushed and replied, "You know,
that thing you really want!" Upon hearing this, I said, "Honey, of course I want to! You can tell from my amazing performance every time, right
? But honey, if you don't agree, I won't force you, because I love you."
After hearing this, my wife looked at me affectionately and said, "Honey, take me tonight!" I
was extremely excited at that moment and really wanted to immediately pin her down and fuck her hard, but I didn't. I feigned composure and said,
"Wife, don't force yourself. Although I really want to, I don't want to force you, and I don't want you
to pity me."
My wife came over and kissed me. We kissed passionately. My hands
moved from her chest to her vulva, rubbing her clitoris with my index finger, rubbing my chest against her breasts, and kissing her earlobes, neck, and forehead. My wife
quickly became aroused; her breathing changed, and she made lewd sounds. She gasped, "Husband
, give it to me! I want you, husband..."
I adjusted my position, aimed my penis at her entrance, and thrust in. My wife cried out, her face
contorted in pain, and she scratched my back. I asked her what was wrong, and she
said it hurt terribly. I immediately pulled out my penis and saw bright red blood on it. I was
stunned. How could she be a virgin? Many people, including her best friend, said that my wife and her boyfriend often
didn't come home (I initially suspected it was her period, but after observation, it wasn't during those days).
When I discovered that Xue was a virgin, I was extremely surprised, but after the surprise came joy. I hugged my wife again
and kissed her gently, using all my skills, both hands and mouth. Soon, my wife was aroused, and her lower body
was flowing with a lot of vaginal fluid mixed with blood.
The moans from my wife's mouth made my already engorged penis even harder. I slowly inserted my penis into my wife's vagina
, slowly thrusting in and out, while my hands and mouth were also busy, kissing and touching my wife's sensitive areas. Each time, I
would pull out completely and then insert completely, gradually increasing the speed, slowly changing to nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and then frequently changing the frequency
and techniques. My wife also cooperated by moving upwards to meet my penis's thrusts, and all I could hear were the "slap slap slap"
sounds of flesh hitting flesh and my wife's moans of pleasure.
My wife climaxed in no time, so I thrust in hard and fast, making her climax even higher, and it lasted for three minutes.
Minutes later, my wife began to slow down, and I slowed my thrusting as well. By twisting my hips, I made my penis
rotate and rub against the walls of her vagina. My wife was also moved to twist her hips, making the friction between my penis and her vagina even better.
My wife soon started moaning "Ahhhhhh" again, her lewdness evident. I didn't show her any mercy and
thrust hard. My wife cried out, "Husband, faster! Faster! I'm going to float! Ahhhh... I'm floating
, I'm floating, don't stop! Ahhh..." Hearing my wife's cries, I thrust hard twice, and just as I was about to ejaculate,
I held my wife tightly so that my penis was inserted all the way inside, and I ejaculated inside her. My wife also reached her peak of orgasm at the moment of ejaculation.
Afterwards, neither of us said anything. After a quick wipe, we held
each other tightly and fell asleep satisfied, filled with sincerity, responsibility, and trust.
( 　　IV 　　)
********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　You know how difficult it is to find a virgin these days, so I was conflicted. On one hand, my wife's personality wasn't 　　my type, and I didn't plan to marry her; on the other hand, she was a virgin, and she gave herself to me. If 　　I didn't want her, I would feel guilty, that it would be immoral. This conflicting feeling was tormenting me. To avoid 　　moral and psychological judgment, I decided to take our relationship seriously. I started trying to accept my wife 　　's every little thing, truly letting her into my heart, hoping to grow old together. 　　Before I knew it, we graduated. My wife's family found her a teaching job in her hometown, with the possibility of permanent employment 　　, while my family arranged a job for me in Beijing. We were too far apart, and we started arguing more and more. Later, 　　I heard that my wife's family was going to introduce her to someone. 　　At that time, I was alone in Beijing, a typical "Beijing drifter." We would occasionally talk on the phone, and not long after, my wife 　　returned to the city to sell houses. I heard she was doing well, and her boss particularly appreciated her, which strained her relationship with several colleagues 　　. About a year after we graduated, my boss introduced her to a friend's company in Beijing. Because of her 　　diligence in document processing and work, she got a job in administration. 　　After my wife came to Beijing, we reconnected and often went out together, but we never 　　booked a hotel room. It seemed like we both knew this, and neither of us mentioned it. A turning point came on my wife's birthday. 　　It happened to be a weekend, and we arranged to have dinner together on Guijie Street. I guess my wife thought I had forgotten her birthday. When 　　we arrived at the agreed-upon place, I held a bouquet of roses and looked at her with a firm and affectionate gaze, saying, "Xue, 　　happy birthday! May you be happy every day with me by your side. I love you! Will you be my wife?" 　　My wife's eyes reddened, but she held back her tears, took the flowers, and said, "Didn't we never say we were breaking up 　　?" Hearing her words, I went up and hugged her, whispering in her ear, "Wife 　　, I really love you so much, I'll love you forever!" My wife didn't say anything, but I could feel her deep 　　emotion. 　　I took my wife's hand and we went to the restaurant we had just booked. After dinner, we 　　strolled hand in hand, not saying a word, only occasionally exchanging sweet 　　smiles. We arrived at a budget hotel on Guijie Street, and I said to my wife, "Honey, it's your birthday today. 　　I booked a room here, shall we go in?" My wife neither objected nor agreed, and I took her hand 　　and we went inside. 　　When we opened the door, my wife saw a cake, red wine, and three blue roses on the table. She stood 　　there, and I knelt down on one knee, holding the ring I had chosen, and said, "Happy birthday, honey! I love you, marry 　　me! I truly mean it." At that moment, my wife was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes, then she smiled through her tears and said, "Who 　　said I'd marry you!" I took my wife's hand and put the ring on her finger. My wife held her hand, looking at it for a long time 　　, her face beaming with happiness. 　　Then we blew out the candles together, my wife made a wish, and we drank some red wine together. I held my wife in my arms and 　　told her, "Today is the happiest moment of my life because the person I love has agreed to marry me." My wife didn't 　　speak, but I kissed her lips. She reciprocated the kiss, 　　holding me tightly with both arms. We kissed passionately, and she held me even tighter. 　　My hands caressed her back and buttocks, searching for the crevices. 　　We stripped each other naked and rolled around on the bed. My wife said, "Honey, I want you to kiss me properly down there. Today 　　is my birthday, so you have to listen to me." I nodded. My 　　wife said, "Carry me to the bathroom." We went to the bathroom, and I washed my wife very carefully, from 　　every inch of her back to her front. I lifted her breasts with both hands and washed them gently, 　　pinching her nipples with my thumb and forefinger and then flicking them back. Then I sucked on both nipples, while my left hand went directly to her vulva and inserted my forefinger 　　. My wife let out an "Ah!" and her body went limp, collapsing onto me. 　　I straightened up, pulled my wife into my arms, and kept my hand on her vagina, my fingers moving in and out, 　　randomly probing inside. My wife's breathing became noticeably rapid, accompanied by soft "ah ah ah" sounds. My right hand reached my 　　wife's anus and, before she could react, I thrust it in. Caught off guard, she 　　cried out "Ah!" My left hand quickened its pace, and her "ah ah ah" sounds intensified, quickly leading to her 　　orgasm.

I lathered my wife with shower gel, then hugged her from behind, my hands roaming between her breasts and vulva,
my penis rubbing against her buttocks. My wife lay in my arms, enjoying herself. After showering, I carried her to the bed, and we
kissed each other in a 69 position. I parted her vulva with my hands, teasing the tender flesh inside with my tongue, clearly feeling
the secretion of her juices. My wife clamped my head between her legs, and on the other side, she supported herself on the bed with her right hand, stroking
my penis with her left, her head moving up and down, her mouth working on my penis.
Because of my persistent erection, my wife
's frenzied stimulation aroused me so much that I clamped her head between my legs, not letting her leave my penis. I reached into her vulva, teasing her clitoris, and
thrust wildly inside her vagina, my wife making muffled "ah ah" sounds with my penis in her mouth. My wife and I convulsed simultaneously
; my wife orgasmed, and I ejaculated into her mouth, which she willingly swallowed.
After the climax, we lay in bed, talking about the past year. My wife's hand caressed my penis,
and my hand never left her vagina. My wife said, "Honey, I love you! Today's birthday was very
meaningful. You really love me, and I don't regret marrying you."
I pondered the changes in my wife over the past year. First, her technique in bed was particularly skilled, and second, she was very proactive
. Could it be that my wife had been with other men this past year...? I couldn't think any further, and my thoughts were in disarray. My wife noticed
my change and asked me what was wrong. I snapped out of it and said, "Nothing, I'm probably just too tired."
(V)
I lay there without saying a word. I never imagined that my wife would change so much in just one year . Women only become so carefree after sleeping with multiple men. Could it be that my wife really 　　had frequent sexual relations with multiple men
this past year ? I still couldn't believe it. 　　I turned around, lay on top of my wife, kissed her, and said, "Honey, my heart has been 　　with you all year, because you are my first woman, and my only one. You are wonderful, and I don't want to lose 　　you, my wonderful first love." My wife said, "Honey, I love you too. You are my first man, and you 　　are deeply etched in my heart." 　　I kissed my wife and said with a smile, "So you met your boyfriend at home! How did it go?" My wife 　　said, "After comparing him to you, I didn't agree because he wasn't as good as you." I said, "Is that right?" "Huh?" My wife said coquettishly 　　, "Honey, you have to trust me!" She then kissed my lips, leaned over me, and 　　whispered in my ear, "Honey, your dick is hard again, it's so itchy inside! I want it..." 　　She started kissing me from my lips, down my neck, chest, lower abdomen, all the way to my penis. 　　Then, she skillfully put a condom on me, inserted herself, and lay on top of me, thrusting her hips up and down 　　, moaning contentedly. I joined in, thrusting in rhythm with her movements. 　　I pushed her upper body up, grabbing her breasts and kneading them vigorously 　　. Her moans grew louder, "Oh, oh!" She cried out, "Honey, harder! Harder! That's it, harder... ahhh... 　　I'm almost there! Ahhh... harder! It's coming... it's coming, it's coming, I'm floating... floating! Ah..." My wife 　　climaxed. 　　I flipped my wife over, spread her legs into an M-shape, and thrust vigorously. My wife could only 　　moan "Ah ah," her voice noticeably hoarse and weak. Because I had just ejaculated, I was particularly forceful. I then lifted my wife's legs 　　onto my shoulders and began thrusting wildly in a "doggy style" position. My wife was too weak to scream anymore and could only passively submit to my penetration. After 　　about ten minutes of thrusting, I flipped my wife over again and switched to a doggy style. My wife skillfully lay down, 　　her buttocks raised high, her vulva particularly prominent, her waist bending flexibly, further emphasizing the shape of her buttocks. I aimed at 　　her vulva and thrust in forcefully, the impact sounding "slap slap slap," and my wife moaned "Ah ah ah." Because 　　this position allowed for deeper penetration, her moans were also very deep. 　　My wife quickly pushed her buttocks back herself, cooperating with me forcefully, or more accurately, becoming fully immersed in the intercourse 　　. My penis swelled to an unprecedented size, and with a trembling motion, I ejaculated. My wife let out a soft "Ah!" 　　and floated away, collapsing onto the bed. 　　(VI) 　　After the incident on my wife's birthday last time, our relationship returned to what it was before. Because rent in Beijing 　　is expensive and the apartments are far apart, we could only live in the company dormitory. Every Saturday and Sunday, we would 　　meet up and book a room, living like a weekend couple. During the week, we would just call each other. 　　I remember during the Spring Festival in 2008, my wife was on duty at her workplace. She was the only one in the entire management office, so I would go 　　and keep her company when I had nothing to do. There was nothing to do in my wife's office, so I was very bored. I watched my wife playing Dou Dizhu (a card game). I 　　hugged her from behind, and my hand groped her breasts with ill intent, then moved down to her vagina. 　　At this moment, my wife pushed my hand away. "What's wrong?" I asked her softly. "Not here, I... 　　I'm not used to being here," my wife said. I also rationally felt that things were a bit... in the office. I let go of 　　her, glanced back at her, and saw she was putting on her bra. I snatched it away, saying, "Don't bother. 　　What haven't I seen on your body? Just go home naked." 　　"No way!" My wife, like a little girl, tried to grab the bra back. I hugged her again, kissing 　　her neck, and she slumped into my arms once more. "Okay, be good, it's almost time to get off work. I'll 　　take good care of you after work." She obediently sat back down at the computer. 　　After work, we had a quick dinner and went to a hotel. As soon as we closed the hotel room door, I couldn't wait 　　to hug her, and she readily took off all her clothes. I kissed 　　all the sensitive areas I had just discovered on her body, and she moaned passionately. 　　Without my noticing, I discovered that she had somehow slipped her hand inside my pants and was stroking my 　　penis. Sitting at the foot of the bed, I pulled her up to sit on my lap, my hands caressing 　　her waist, while my tongue kissed her small nipples. 　　She held my head tightly, moaning and trembling, "Ah...ah...old man..."

"Honey, I can't take it anymore! Ah..." I kept kneading her breasts. "Ah...ah...ah...Honey
, I want you! I want...you! Now!"
I said, "I haven't had enough yet!"
My wife said, "Stop...playing...anymore, please...please..."
I laid her flat on the bed and looked at her in the light of the room. She was incredibly slutty. I
was about to take off my pants when I noticed a large wet patch on them. I said, "Look, I ca
n't wear these pants tomorrow."
She raised her head slightly and saw the large wet patch on my pants. She said, "Serves you right for playing with me like this
!"
"Fine! You dare say that? I'll see how I deal with you!" I said with a wicked grin. I quickly
took off all my clothes, pressed her face outwards onto the bed, and suddenly straddled her,
pressing my mouth directly against her vulva. "Ah..." she screamed loudly, but because my penis was blocking
her mouth, I couldn't hear what she was trying to say.
I forcefully spread her legs with both hands, frantically licking her vulva with my tongue.
I couldn't hear what she was saying, only feeling my penis rubbing against her face near her mouth. "Ah...
ah...ah...I...came!" Just as she finished speaking, I felt a gush of fluid rush towards me.
I looked up at her slightly flushed face, her eyes closed, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm.
I walked to the bedside and lay down beside her, supporting my body with my right elbow, kneading her small breasts with my left hand, kissing her
neck, and gradually moving to her mouth. She willingly put her tongue into my mouth, her arms tightly wrapped
around my head, as if afraid I would run away.
My left hand gradually moved down, past her lower abdomen to her vulva. I felt that her pubic hair was sparse and
short. I used two fingers to spread her labia, my middle finger slowly squeezing into her vagina, rubbing
the inner wall of her vaginal opening. She couldn't help but moan again, her hands loosening their embrace of my head, and her right hand suddenly
grabbing my penis. I said, "Hey, be gentle, don't grip so tight." Perhaps because she was too excited,
her grip hurt a little.
She opened her eyes, glanced at me shyly, smiled, then pressed her face against my chest,
panting as she said, "Honey, why does your mouth taste fishy?" I said, "Don't play dumb, that
's your own smell." She said, "My own? I don't have any smell!" I was genuinely surprised;
she didn't even know that? I was a little incredulous.
I forcefully inserted my left middle finger into her vagina, feeling its tightness and wetness. I said,
"Right here. Half of what you just ejaculated from here went into my mouth, and half got on my face.
I didn't expect you to be such a silly woman." She said, "Oh, how come I never noticed before?"
I didn't speak, but instead silenced her with my own lips, and we kissed passionately. My hand caressed my wife's large breasts
, while my other hand teased her clitoris like a dragonfly skimming the water. My wife quickly became aroused
. I suddenly thrust into her, and she let out a moan from the sudden penetration.
Because I was so excited, I ejaculated after only a hundred or so thrusts, and my wife also orgasmed at the same moment. Because
we weren't prepared, I ejaculated inside her this time. At the time, I didn't think she would get pregnant, but things don't always go as planned, and my wife
got pregnant. After much discussion, we decided to terminate the pregnancy. My wife cried that day, she cried very sadly. I
took care of her for a month, and she often cried when she thought about it.
(VII)
Time flies. In 2009, we prepared to get married. I should say we were about to achieve our goal. Starting that year
, I stumbled upon the Siheyuan (a fictional courtyard house) and became a member. I frequently browsed its erotic articles and occasionally
commented on them. I was deeply attracted by the stories, especially those about wives having affairs, disciplining wives and girlfriends,
and so on. I fantasized that my wife would also have an affair, and my penis became even
harder, allowing me to have sex with her for longer.
Later, my wife was transferred to another management office. For the first week or two, nothing happened, and it was the same every day. One
day, my wife said that they had a client, an older man, who would often come to my wife's office to
chat with her, always looking at her with lust, his eyes constantly lingering on her chest, and occasionally making lewd jokes
. My wife said she was very disgusted by him.
One day, my wife said that the older man wanted to invite her to dinner and asked for my opinion. I said, "Let's have dinner, it's
nothing serious." This was the first time my wife went out to dinner with the older man, and she also invited a
girl from her office. According to my wife, during the meal, they ate lamb spine hot pot and enjoyed it very much. The older man
didn't say anything, but when the girl wasn't looking, he leered at my wife, as if he wanted to devour her
. My wife pretended not to notice and chatted happily with the girl.
After that meal with my wife, the older man frequently contacted her, and
for some reason, she never refused. They continued their relationship. Sometimes the older man would drive my wife to and from
work, and he would accompany her when she went shopping. He gave her many gifts, and once
even went with her to buy lingerie. According to my wife, they never had sex.
Once, the older man wanted to rent an apartment for my wife, but she refused. He said he had never had a mistress before
, and since meeting my wife, he suddenly felt young again and hoped she would be his mistress. My wife didn't
agree, but the older man frequently invited her out for meals or trips, and she surprisingly agreed. The furthest
they went was a trip to Changping where they ate at a farmhouse restaurant.
I always felt there was something going on between my wife and the older man, but I had no clue. My wife always proactively
told me about it, so I had to give up. But it reminded me of
the old cat in the article "Helping My Wife Have an Affair," so the relationship between my wife and the older man couldn't help but make me think... To find out what was going on, I racked my brains trying to figure out how to follow them, and even made my wife fantasize about 　　the older man
during sex , but to no avail. 　　(VIII)

Last time I mentioned that my wife might be having an affair with an older man, but I didn't find any clues. I just had
her fantasize about having sex with the older man during sex, and gradually she got used to it and became quite into it. Time
passed little by little, and I didn't investigate further.
Before the Lunar New Year in 2008, the project manager from my wife's branch office came to inspect the work at her local management office.
My wife's manager was someone who knew how to curry favor with superiors, and the project manager had a particularly good relationship with him. That evening at dinner,
the project manager met my wife for the first time. She was wearing work clothes that day, and her large breasts were particularly prominent, so he
intentionally glanced at them a few more times.
This detail was noticed by my wife's management office manager, who said to her, "Boss, Xiaoxue
is very capable at work; few in the entire company can surpass her in administrative matters." Then he said to my wife, "Xiaoxue,
toast the manager, and let him give you a good promotion." My wife, being quite outgoing, didn't think much of it and toasted her
several times. Later, my wife's manager said, "Don't call me manager anymore, calling me 'brother' sounds more intimate." My wife didn't think much of it either and
started calling him "brother" all the time.
After dinner, the manager pretended to be drunk. His wife, the manager of the management office, said, "Xiaoxue, take your brother home
. Be careful." So his wife helped him to his home. Actually, the manager's family lived in
the south; this apartment was rented for him by his company, and he lived alone.
Once home, his wife helped him to the bedroom. Just before they reached the bed, the manager, pretending to be drunk, secretly
pushed his wife down onto the bed, burying his head in her chest. His wife pushed him away forcefully, and the manager
deliberately rubbed his head against her chest. His wife became anxious and struggled to free herself from under him.
Realizing his plan hadn't worked, the manager tried again, secretly putting his finger down his throat to make himself
vomit. Seeing that he had vomited, his wife went to check on him, patting his back, giving him water, and cleaning
up.
About half an hour later, the manager, feigning sobriety, said, "Sister, I'm sorry, I drank too much today
and embarrassed myself in front of you." The wife said, "Brother, I'm relieved you're alright. I'll go home now."
The manager said, "Sister, this is your first time at my house, don't rush off. Have some water, it's only
a little past eight, still early." While speaking, the manager poured water and gave the wife a glass of milk, adding an aphrodisiac
.
The wife, unaware of this, drank the milk and chatted. About half an hour later, the wife felt
weak all over and her breathing became rapid. Not knowing what was wrong, she greeted the manager and got up to go home,
but as soon as she stood up, she almost collapsed. The manager quickly supported her, saying, "Sister, the alcohol might be kicking in
." While speaking, he patted her back, urging her to sit down a little longer. The wife leaned against the manager and sat
down.
The manager pulled his wife into his arms and said gently, "Girl, you're so beautiful, I love you so much!" He
then kissed her lips, his hands moving towards her breasts. The wife, startled by the sudden harassment,
tried to push him away, but she was too weak. The manager took advantage of the situation, carrying her to the bed, pulling off her
clothes, and penetrating her without any foreplay.
The wife twisted her body, trying to pull his penis out, but this only played into his hands, allowing him to
thrust in and out. She felt aroused and quickly reached orgasm . In her dazed state, she
didn't notice when the manager ejaculated, and then fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was almost midnight. Seeing the manager still kissing her, she slapped him
, cursed at him, quickly dressed, and left his house. Then, seeing
several missed calls from me on her phone, she composed herself and called me.
As soon as I answered the phone, I said, "Honey, what's wrong? Why did it take you so long to answer my call?" I asked her,
"Are you alright?"
She said, "Honey, how can people do this? The manager came to our management office for an inspection and then we went out to dinner. He
drank too much, so I took him home. He was home alone, and he grabbed my hand and asked me to stay with him tonight.
He even tried to touch me inappropriately. In a fit of anger, I slapped him, and that's how I got away."
I comforted her for a while, and she said, "Why are people like this these days? Honey, you won't be like this when you become a leader, will
you?" I said, "I won't. I only love you."
Around 1 a.m., my wife went back to her dormitory at work and went to sleep.
(I didn't think much about what happened that night and just believed what my wife told me. The next day, my wife called to tell
me that the manager had sent her a text message apologizing, saying that he had acted out of control while drunk. I also saw the text message; it was indeed
true. As for the details, my wife only told me the truth now.)
Fast forward to 2009. Due to a job transfer, I moved to
a place very close to my wife's workplace and was given a standard room. This meant my wife and I were basically together every day. My wife
would come home to stay every day, and we gradually became more familiar with each other.
One night, my wife went to her sister's house and stayed there, leaving me alone. With nothing
to do, I simply used my wife's laptop to go online and automatically logged into her QQ account. Actually, I
knew most of my wife's friends, and there were no strangers online. I wasn't trying to check on my wife; I was just really bored, so I
looked at her chat history with other people. It was mostly about work, shopping, clothes, cosmetics, and other
things.
Later, I saw that she was chatting with the manager, so I clicked to read it. At first, there wasn't much content, just
words of concern for his wife and some ordinary greetings. But then a few messages caught my attention.
Manager: "Hey girl, I'm feeling really bad lately, I'm not feeling well."
Wife: "Brother, what's wrong? You can go to the hospital."
Manager: "Come with me, I really feel terrible."
Wife: "You're a grown man, go by yourself!"
Manager: "Come on, I feel awful. I miss you, girl, I want to fuck you."
Wife: "Brother, don't send me this anymore, let's stop contacting each other."
Manager: "Hey girl, take a taxi, hurry up, I miss you so much."
Wife: "Please, brother, don't do this."
Manager: "Take a taxi."
The subsequent chat history showed the manager sending just two words every few days: "Take a taxi." Seeing this, I felt
a mix of emotions, a very unpleasant feeling.
The next day, my wife came back from her sister's house. I told her I had used her laptop to go online the night before. My wife
didn't seem surprised or anxious; she just calmly said, "I know."
I said, "Honey, I saw the message your manager sent you. He said he wants to sleep with you. Have you
already been with him?"
My wife got angry and said, "You bastard, do you just want your wife to be slept with? Didn't I
tell you already? He wanted to sleep with me that night, and I slapped him. Now he keeps sending me messages, and you haven't seen how
I ignore him?" I was speechless.
I asked my wife again, "What does it mean when he keeps sending you 'take a taxi'?" My wife said, "He just wants me to take
a taxi to see him." I didn't ask any more questions, since I didn't have any evidence against him.
That night, when my wife and I were making love, I put a blindfold on her and said, "Honey, let's fantasize about an older man again tonight
." My wife quickly became aroused. I said, "Honey, how about you imagine me as your manager, and imagine the manager is having
sex with you?" My wife immediately got angry and threw a tantrum. As a result, we didn't speak to each other all night.
Later, that was the end of it, and I never found out whether my wife actually had sex with the manager or not.
(To be continued)

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