[The Love Story of My Wife] (The End) Author: Jin Gu Sanren

Author: Jin Gu Sanren
Word Count: 28800

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(Part 1 & 2)

I won't describe my wife's appearance in detail; everyone who has seen her praises her. From our first meeting, I
felt as if "nothing compares to the beauty of Wushan." When we first got married, we were full of passion and inseparable,
truly enjoying the sweetness of marriage. However, passion that lasts too long is no longer
passion . When intimacy is gradually replaced by the mundane realities of daily life, and the feelings between the sexes become as numb as holding your own left hand with your right,
where will the marital relationship go? Perhaps only the people involved can answer that.

By chance, we moved to our current city. My workplace is relatively remote and
leisurely . Everyone gets together to play cards and chat when they have nothing to do. At that time, my wife was unemployed at home, spending her time chatting and
playing cards instead of reading.

In my third year at the new workplace, I was recommended to study in a place 500 miles away for a total of four months
. I took this training very seriously and devoted most of my energy to it. I only went
home once during the training. On the afternoon of the graduation day, I got into the car my company was picking me up to head home. The driver and I knew each other well, so we chatted about all
sorts of things . He suddenly mentioned my wife. He said she was a good person, warm and cheerful, and could hold her liquor quite well. Seeing
his animated expression, my heart skipped a beat, and I became alert.

"She can't hold her liquor! Who told you that?" I teased deliberately, but my ears were ready to catch
every word he uttered. Because when I was at work, I had never taken my wife out for drinks with him.

"It's been about three weeks! Old A organized a dinner for a few of us, and my wife went too." The driver
seemed to realize he had said too much and stopped talking. He changed the subject. But his words were already imprinted in my
mind.

When I got home, my wife wasn't there, and the house was a little messy. I put down my luggage and started tidying up the bed and
the items . I pulled open the wooden cabinet under the bed, intending to put some infrequently used items inside. But as I rummaged through the
contents, a newspaper package caught my attention. Opening it, I found three books and
two videotapes. The books were printed with erotic images of women, and some videotapes featured nude
illustrations, while others depicted men and women kissing. After reading the book descriptions and the videotape labels, I realized these were no ordinary
books, much less ordinary videotapes.

Although I had read some erotic novels and watched some videos, I never brought them home. Who gave her these things?
Why? These two huge questions brought back a memory of a phone call.

One evening, about two months after my wife and I separated, around nine o'clock, I
received . I was very excited. I spoke to her about things that only husbands and wives talk about.

After about five or six minutes, I vaguely sensed that my wife's breathing was uneven. I teased her,
"Your voice sounds off, are you missing me?" She gave a low hum and quickly hung up.
Although I was annoyed at the time, I didn't think much of it. But now, seeing all this, and recalling what the driver said, I
started to wonder if my wife was…

Who was that person? I mentally went through all my colleagues. Two people came into my
view: Old A and Little K.

Old A was a deputy leader in my unit. Although a deputy, he was practically the head of the unit. He was
a head taller than me, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted. My wife and I were both surprised by his imposing appearance when we first met him. However, he
didn't show any sign of rejection towards me, a newcomer, and helped me a lot with settling in and smoothing things over. My
wife and I respected him from the bottom of our hearts and considered him an older brother.

Little K was both her fellow townsman and my colleague. He was very handsome, eloquent,
and sang very well. He also helped us a lot when we settled in. My wife also had a good impression of him.

In the early 20th century, influenced by market concepts and Western thought, people's minds were much more open.
Many people engaged in extramarital affairs due to unbearable loneliness and temptation, especially in certain regions and among certain groups, creating
a situation of "springtime romance." Having been repressed within the "walled city" for so long, had my wife also secretly slipped out to get
some fresh air? Thinking of this, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside me.

I had just finished packing when my wife returned from outside. Because I hadn't told her I was graduating, she was
both surprised and excited to see me. Although she scolded me for not telling her I was coming back, her face was always filled with joy, making
me doubt my earlier thoughts. These books and tapes alone couldn't draw a conclusion; even if I showed her
these things, she would find a reason to explain. Besides, we hadn't been intimate for two months. Her
pert breasts and full buttocks had already aroused my inner desires. I wanted to experience the feeling of "absence makes the heart grow fonder,"
to once again savor her vibrant body on that long-missed bed, so I couldn't spoil the warm
atmosphere . Questions about the books and videotapes forced me to swallow back.

"I didn't tell you because I wanted to surprise you! We haven't seen each other for months, so you'd better treat me well tonight!"
She understood my unspoken meaning, glancing at me with a smile. "Dream on!"

"Haha, if you want to dream, you have to do it well!" Before I finished speaking, I suddenly hugged her and planted a hard kiss on her
lips .

"Stop fooling around, I'll go prepare dinner!" She gently pushed me away, tied on her apron, and went into the kitchen.
A moment later , the sounds of chopping vegetables and her soft humming came from the kitchen.

"Ring ring," the phone beside me rang. I picked it up, and Old A's voice came through. "Brother,
I knew you'd be back today. I'm free tonight, so I'll get some food and drinks and bring them over for a little celebration. Consider it a welcome
dinner ! How about it, are you happy?" It's like a godsend. I was just about to observe him, and he's
delivered himself right to my door.

"Haha, it's our honor to have our leader grace my humble abode!"

"Don't try to fool me, kid. I'm going with Xiao K, see you in a bit." After talking to him, I went into
the kitchen and told my wife that Lao A and Xiao K were coming over for dinner.

"You agreed?" My wife stared at me blankly, her smile fading.

"They're bringing food and drinks, so you can relax a bit. Let's have a good time tonight!" Seeing my
response, my wife remained silent for a long time before softly saying, "Come on over!"

When Old A and Little K arrived, they helped set the table and chairs. After the food and drinks were served, the four of them took their seats, and the drama
began . I first toasted Old A and Little K in turn, thanking them for their help in settling me in. Then I encouraged my wife
to drink more. I wanted them to drink more, including my own wife; once they drank a certain amount, they would be less reserved and might
notice something amiss.

In the past, when guests came to our house, my wife would be very proactive. This time, however, she was unusual; she sat there quietly, sparing with her words. I
told her twice, but she didn't touch the wine. Old A took the initiative to clink glasses with her, and she only took a symbolic sip. Little K's eyes darted
around , scanning the three of them.

"Haha, sister-in-law, you're not in a good mood today! Are you not welcoming us and afraid I'll spoil your good time?"
Hearing his teasing, my wife chuckled. She glanced at Old A, then at me, and her face immediately turned red, making
the others burst into laughter.

"You're such a picky eater, your sister-in-law will drink with you," my wife said, downing her glass in one gulp. A playful remark that
lightened the mood. We started chatting, one sentence after another.

Little K was a real joke machine. Fueled by the alcohol, he told a joke. He said: A male waiter mistakenly entered the women's
section and was surprised to find a woman lying naked on the bed. The woman glared at him and snapped, "
What are you looking at? What's so interesting!" The waiter, quick-witted, replied, "Oh! I was just saying,
my wife also has a leather jacket like that."

He'd bought it from someone else. And this was the first time I'd heard it. I laughed: Who's so flashy! Making up jokes
like that ! "When I asked Xiao K, Lao A was looking at my wife. Their eyes met briefly before quickly looking away, but their expressions
were ambiguous . They thought I hadn't seen it, but I saw their expressions clearly.

After two rounds of drinks, my wife regained her usual energy. Not only was she more talkative, but her eyes also sparkled with desire. She
asked Lao A, as if in a riddle, if his mother-in-law had gone home. Lao A said she hadn't, and that she would be alone if she went back, as his wife
wouldn't let her.

'You're the one who doesn't want her to go back, aren't you? You're a good son-in-law!' she said, glancing at Lao A and giggling.
'Don't talk nonsense!' Lao A quickly changed the subject. The conversation was full of implications. These should have been Lao A's private matters
, yet his wife knew them and even brought them up, which was even more unusual. My heart couldn't help but stir.

After all, I was the host, and it wouldn't be right for me to just be a spectator. I shared some of my experiences during the training camp, and then
started offering drinks. I placed the glass of wine in front of Lao A again, thanking him for his help and for
taking care of my family during the training camp." Actually, I was just being polite, it was unintentional. He looked a little awkward after hearing that.
"No need to be so polite, just say what you need to say," he said, downing a full glass of wine.

"How are you? Why did you drink so fast?" his wife asked with concern.

"Nothing-nothing, I'm just happy today." Old A's tongue was slurred, and he was about to pour himself another drink. His wife snatched
the glass .

"Don't drink anymore. You'll get drunk and cause trouble." After saying that, she brought out the main course without asking anyone else's permission.
To be honest, we had all drunk our fill that day. Old A didn't eat a single bite, and Little K only ate a little before hurriedly leaving
my house.

My wife and I cleaned up the dishes and quickly went to bed. I won't go into the specific details. I buried my
doubts and indulged in my rights and fulfilled my obligations. We seemed to have returned to that intoxicating and blissful
wedding night.

(III)

Attentive readers will focus on Old A, and I also sensed that my wife's relationship with him
was not quite normal. However, when I was in school, my teachers often said, "Base your actions on facts and adhere to
the law ." Although this matter hasn't reached a legal level yet, without concrete evidence, relying solely on feelings
is unconvincing. Moreover,
we haven't clarified any of these questions
: under what circumstances did they break moral constraints? What psychology drove them to do this? To what extent have they progressed? What is their ultimate goal? Rushing to confront them without clarifying our thoughts and devising a strategy will inevitably lead to nothing and may even
create a negative chain reaction. As a man, I must be rational and clarify the cause and effect of the event before
determining the next course of action. This is being responsible to my family and to myself! So I decided to observe
for a while longer.

As I mentioned at the beginning, my initial workplace was quite remote, not in the city center, but two or three
miles from a village or town. Most of my colleagues had bought houses in the city and could go home on weekends unless they were on duty;
some even traveled back every day. At that time, I hadn't been there long and couldn't afford to buy a house. I could only live in the company-
assigned residential area. Each family in this residential compound had the same layout: three main rooms, one storage room
, and a small courtyard. This compound wasn't located with the work unit; it was
over a kilometer away. My wife and I lived in those three single-story houses for four years until we transferred to a new unit and bought a house in the city
.

The day after I returned from the training camp, I went back to work, returning to a structured life. I spent eight hours
a day at the unit and went home to rest in the evenings. Every day when I came home, my wife had already prepared dinner for me.
Because my work was so demanding, I didn't want to go back to the unit after leaving. After dinner, we would sometimes
take a walk, sometimes visit colleagues, and if there was nothing else to do, we would stay home reading or watching TV,
continuing our usual intimate moments. Time flowed quietly like the stream in front of the door, and
more than half a month passed in the blink of an eye. The peaceful life almost made me forget
the psychological torment Old A had inflicted on me.

On Friday evening, my wife and I returned from a walk, chatting and laughing. As soon as I entered the room, the bedroom phone started
ringing incessantly. My wife rushed over and grabbed it. I stood in the outer room, quietly observing her expression.

After saying "I'm not going," she fell silent, listening to the other end of the line. "Who called? What does she need
me do?" My doubts resurfaced.

My wife held the phone, looking troubled, and after a long silence, finally uttered a soft "Mmm." She put down the phone, turned to me,
her face slightly flushed, and said softly, "Old A asked me to join in a game of cards. Is that alright?"

The lurking fish surfaced again. I had come back and interrupted their good time. From my wife's blushing face, I could
imagine Old A's state; he was probably anxiously waiting in his office right now. Humph! He couldn't control himself
after less than twenty days. Since you two want to meet, I'll let you meet. I want to see what happens.
"How can you keep up this act? Today I'm going to expose your charade." I thought to myself, but didn't
show it.

"Ha, go ahead! I used to fight with them all the time. If you suddenly stop, people will wonder. It's too late, just
rest in my dorm!" I said magnanimously to my wife.

"Honey, you're so good to me!" My wife's eyes lit up with excitement at my words. She came over, hugged me, and
kissed my cheek. "Leave the door open for me, I'll be back." With that, she floated out of the room, pushed her bicycle
out the gate, and disappeared from my sight.

Years of ups and downs in the workplace and the trials of life had ground those distant memories to the bottom of my heart.

Now, I was alone in the room, like someone sitting alone in a small boat, gazing at the misty rain on the cold river,
listening to the
soft strains of parting. Those fragments of memory surged back into my mind, rippling on the surface of my heart.

My path to marriage was not smooth. Including my wife, I had dated and met twelve women. After our marriage,
I introduced the girls to my wife, jokingly calling them the "Twelve Beauties." The first eleven "beauties" varied in appearance: some were dull,
some delicate and fragile, and others simple and dignified. The expensive ones were beyond my reach, and the coarse ones I disdained; I
never found one that suited my heart. It wasn't until my wife appeared that I realized I had found a kindred spirit in life. It wasn't
just her appearance that attracted me; I saw in her the shadow of a female classmate from high school. Although
the title of "class beauty" didn't exist then, she was indeed the most alluring flower in the eyes of the male classmates. During puberty,
with the stirrings of sexuality, it's normal to develop feelings for the opposite sex. I don't know what others thought, but she
was indeed the person I longed for day and night. However, I knew that given my circumstances at the time, I could only have inappropriate thoughts, not
inappropriate actions. She left a very deep impression on me; I still remember her name and her appearance.
When I first met my wife, subconsciously I regarded her as that female classmate's sister, and I immediately secretly pledged my heart to
her.

A month before our wedding, we had our first sexual encounter. This first time left a deep
impression on me. Later, I recorded the scene in a poem. I'm sharing it with you now!

"Autumn Night":

Outside the window, the rain has stopped, the moon rises, a gentle breeze stirs, and a rainbow appears. Before me, a beautiful woman smiles silently. Her jade fingers loosen her robe
, her silk skirt swaying, her eyes sparkling with spring's passion.

The moon peeks through the window frame, and within the curtained bed, her shadow is hazy. Her hair piles on the pillow, a hairpin lies askew beside it. In our dream of
Wushan , though there is no rain, there are still fallen petals!

On our wedding night in late autumn, the room was rather cold. After our passionate encounter, to quench my
thirst went naked to pour water and make coffee. When she crawled back into bed, her body was so cold that I
shivered. This touched me deeply, and on the third day after our marriage, I
sincerely confessed my love to her in writing: I am a silent volcano, enjoying the tranquility of solitude in silence. Coldness is the outward
appearance, passion is the eternal essence. The molten lava within is licking and licking at my hardened
chest with fervor. Recalling your figure under the moon, the cold shell cracks, and molten lava of love overflows; savoring your
smile in the mirror, the cloak of reserve fades, and the flames of love burn it to dust. You
ignited , you gave me hope for love. I will grasp the wings of dreams and fly to the sky of passion, to run with you to
the shores of joy!

Later, I was hospitalized with a high fever, and she stayed by my side day and night, massaging and rubbing my body. During
the , she always wore a beaming smile in front of me, but when I woke up at night, I saw her
frowning, staring blankly at the ceiling. Ah! She was worried for me, sharing my burdens!

I forget which wise person once said this: Fashion is a woman's most gorgeous outer garment, the body is a woman's most
alluring underwear, and temperament is a woman's most expensive brand! The most important thing for a woman isn't whether she sleeps in a five-star presidential suite
or a cheap hotel for fifty yuan a night; it's who the man sleeping next to her is. Living together has made me
deeply that my wife is a gentle and charming woman, and also a devoted family woman. From her tenderness and comfort, I
can feel her affection for me. If she were to have an affair, should I
erase all our past love? It's said that even a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of kindness. Would that be too heartless?

Thinking about this, I couldn't bear to expose their affair. If it were made public,
the pressure from all sides would force me to divorce. A woman as beautiful as her is bound to be
a target , and she would inevitably encounter more temptations than ordinary women. I really can't bear to divorce my wife; divorcing her would not only
break up my family but also shatter the dream I've secretly loved for so many years! Reflecting on the past brought me peace of mind
. As my emotions surged, time ticked away. I looked at my watch; it was already ten
o'clock at night. Was my wife really playing cards, or had she gone on a secret rendezvous? Where would they be for a secret rendezvous? These questions made
me restless; curiosity took over, prompting me to leave the house.

Night had fallen, illuminating the earth. The trees lining the asphalt road stood tall, seemingly bidding me
farewell . The orchard beyond appeared hazy and quiet in the night, as if harboring restless spirits,
wandering among the branches, subtly accumulating an ambiguous atmosphere and alluring depths. Ah, here and now,
if a beautiful woman were before me, any man's domineering nature would melt into tenderness.

I hurried along the asphalt road and soon arrived at my workplace. First, I found
the room where they often played cards. Pushing open the door, I saw the room filled with the smoke of incense. Through the smoke, I saw Xiao K and three other colleagues sitting
around the card table, each with a row of mahjong tiles in front of them. The three men were smoking and deep in thought. Xiao K noticed me
first .

He laughed and teased, "Hey buddy, what brings you here? Your wife's gone home. If you're late, she
might not leave the door open for you." I lied too, "Haha, I was working overtime in the office today, so I
just popped in for a quick look. Who lost?"

"Ugh! Don't even mention it," a colleague complained. "Old A is such a jerk. I didn't want to play
today , but he insisted no one was playing, and when I came, he made me play for him. He won and left, haha, I'm
paying off his debt here. I'll make him treat me tomorrow." Oh! My wife's gone, and Old A's not here either.
They must be together. I lost all interest in watching them play.

"Haha, you guys play, I'm going home." With that, I walked out. To get a more comprehensive assessment, I first...
I returned to my dormitory. Turning on the light, I saw my wife's coat on the bed. I turned off the light and sat on the bed for a good
half hour , but she still
hadn't returned. My mind started racing again. She should have been back by now, having been in the bathroom for so long. A shower was out of the question; there were no showers upstairs. I hadn't seen her on the way home; she definitely hadn't gone back.
Could she really be in Old A's bedroom? Together so late, she and him…

Thinking this, my heart started pounding unbelievably, and I even imagined them
wrestling . I couldn't sit still any longer. To avoid making a sound and being discovered, I changed into a pair of cloth
slippers. I tiptoed down to the first floor and quietly
made my way to Old A's bedroom on the west side of the office building. The office building and the cadre dormitory were only separated by a road, but it felt incredibly long to me. The office building
was dark, with only a few slivers of light shining through the folded curtains in Old A's bedroom. These few slivers of light made my heart
race even faster. Actually, my heart was pounding with nervousness. I didn't want to make this public, afraid that
these two would find me, and also afraid that others would see me. I tried to control my racing heart and slowly approached the
brightly lit window.

(IV)

I peeked through the gap in the folding curtain, and to my surprise, and perhaps to the reader's surprise as well! There was no one
in the room Old A's walnut-colored double bed was empty, with only a green military blanket casually
spread out on it. Directly opposite the window was the bathroom, and the faint light shining through the window was projected from the crack in the bathroom door
. Seeing this, my feelings of both jealousy and excitement vanished instantly, replaced by
a subconscious feeling of disappointment. At the time, I didn't quite understand this feeling of disappointment, but I understood it after reading articles on the
subject . It was already late at night, and I had no more interest in exploring their secrets.
I went back to the dormitory to change my whip and then returned home.

My wife wasn't there. Because I have a habit of sleeping naked, that night I quickly washed up, stripped naked,
pulled back the blanket, and crawled inside. But this night was different from usual; the woolen threads of the blanket clung to my skin, making me
feel itchy and tingling, especially when I turned over or moved my limbs, this sensation was even stronger, arousing
a surge of desire within me. Stimulated by the two men, I tossed and turned, my mind racing with excitement.

Historical figures imprinted in my mind surfaced one after another like a movie, reenacting
scene after of intoxicating allure. My thoughts first went to the harem of the Tang Dynasty, seeing the nearly sixty-year-old Empress Wu Zetian
embracing her two most favored male concubines like a baby. I saw the jeweled Empress Wei, naked from
the waist down riding on Wu Sansi, twisting her waist and swaying her hips, humming a lascivious song of pleasure.

Leaving the Tang Dynasty harem, Zhu Wen, the traitorous general under Huang Chao and the first ruler of the Later Liang Dynasty, appeared. He displayed military genius in his campaigns
across the north and south , but after establishing his dynasty, he became quite dissolute, even taking his daughters-in-law to serve him in bed. Since their father had such tastes,
his two sons, for the sake of their future thrones, willingly complied with his demands. Those two fair-skinned and
smooth-skinned daughters-in-law willingly became the old man's bedchamber ladies. Fearing they would lose favor with him, they each used their
seductive arts. Haha, anyone who has been through this can easily imagine how they would playfully tease him,
how speak softly to him, and how they would flirt with him.

Zhu Wen faded from memory, and the image of Emperor Hailing of the Great Jin Dynasty appeared in my mind. He leaned
against , and said to the minister who stood with his head bowed, "Tonight, your beloved daughter should not come. Go and
invite the noble lady and the wife of your son!" The minister was extremely shocked, but he dared not refuse and covered his face as he went out.
A moment later, a middle-aged woman in her forties and a young woman in her twenties entered with their heads bowed.
They shouted "Long live the Emperor!" and knelt at his feet one after the other. He stumbled and hurried to close the door, not immediately telling the two
women to stand up. Instead, he chuckled and approached them from behind. He lifted the middle-aged woman's skirt and, through her silk trousers
, grabbed her crotch, causing her hips to tremble slightly. He then moved to the young woman's back. Because
she was kneeling, her pert buttocks stretched the light black blouse without a single wrinkle, making her hips appear even rounder and fuller.
His lust was reignited by his countless encounters with women. He grasped the young woman's waist and slowly pulled down her
trousers, revealing her slender waist, sliding over her buttocks, brushing against her two white, plump buttocks, until finally, her most intimate part
was gradually revealed. Whether from excitement or shame, the young woman's
alluring . The moment Hailing's two large hands pressed against her plump buttocks, the young woman
couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm." Hearing this moan, he rose and sat back down on the brocade couch. He ordered the mother-in-law and
daughter-in-law to undress in front of him. The two women, intimidated by his lewd power, blushed and removed their clothes piece by piece.
Without his command, they dared not move, standing naked before him. The middle-aged woman, her face flushed with
shame, covered her private parts with her hands, her head bowed, not daring to look at the emperor, who was younger than herself.

The young woman was slightly more natural, occasionally glancing at the emperor before her, but daring not to make a move. He ordered
the two women to raise their heads, his gaze sweeping from the mother-in-law's face to the daughter-in-law's, scrutinizing her body
from top to bottom, then returning to the mother-in-law, examining her inch by inch from bottom to top. His gaze lingered on
the two women for a full five minutes before he laughed and embraced them, collapsing onto the large brocade couch together…

Thinking about all this, I was even more unable to sleep. I simply got out of bed naked, took out a videotape from the paper package, and
put it in the player. A moment later, the words "Jin Ping Mei" appeared on the screen. This was also
a Category III film depicting "Jin Ping Mei," but this "Jin Ping Mei," in terms of both the actors' figures and the scale of the performances, was superior to previous
films . When I saw the scene of Pan Jinlian and Chen Jingji having an affair in the storage room, I suddenly thought of my wife and Old A.

Ah! I was confused. My wife hadn't come home; her coat was still in my dormitory. This proved she was still at my
workplace . The guesthouse key was guarded by someone, and she couldn't possibly enter a colleague's dormitory
; the most likely place was with Old A. Because Old A hadn't come home, I could tell from the clothes on his hanger. Although no one was in bed,
could they be in the bathroom? The unit leader's bathroom is huge, with both a shower and a bathtub. Three people could easily fit
in still have room to move around, and the lights are on! Thinking about this, I felt like
I'd discovered a new continent, and my excitement grew even stronger.

Seeing the erotic and stimulating scene of Pan Jinlian and Chen Jingji, I felt a surge of heat building within me, growing stronger...
The accumulation grew larger and slowly moved downwards. Unable to endure the torment of lust any longer, I went into my bathroom and
stood beside the milky-white toilet bowl. I gripped my erect penis, closed my eyes slightly, and listened intently to Pan and Chen's seductive whispers
and moans, my mind filled with fantasies of my wife and Old A making love. At that moment, it was as if a
woman with her buttocks raised awaited me before me; I couldn't distinguish whether she was my wife or Pan Jinlian. It was as if a mountain peak
stood tall before me, its summit waving and beckoning me. I gripped my penis tightly and thrust
forward with , chasing the woman's shadow towards the mountain peak. I pushed through the rocks at the foot of the mountain, parted the vines along the cliff edge, exhausted and
breathless, yet still desperately charged upwards, climbing the low trees halfway up the mountain, bypassing the rustic plank road, and then scaling the narrow
stone steps, finally reaching the summit. The flesh-colored flags disappeared, leaving only a few white clouds drifting across the azure sky.
Exhausted, I slumped down, as if I had fallen directly from the peak to the valley.

After calming down, it was already two in the morning. I turned off the computer and lay back down…

When I woke up, it was nine in the morning. The house was clean, and
the sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen. As I went to wash up, I walked past my wife. She glanced at me, then immediately looked away. She said
softly , “I was going to come back, but it was too late, so I slept in your dorm. Do you have any clothes that need washing?”

“No, I don’t.” As she said this, I looked at her face, trying to find some more clues.
"Strange, I went to bed early last night, but I woke up late today."

"Didn't you always have this problem?" As she spoke to me, her gaze still avoided mine.
She forced a smile. "Early to bed, late to rise; late to bed, early to rise."

"What time did you get back? Did you run into anyone on your way back?"

"I got back before six, and I didn't run into anyone. Why are you asking?" At this moment, she met my gaze,
a look of surprise on her face.

"Nothing, just asking." Through the conversation, I had grasped her thoughts and basically understood her
relationship with Old A. I decided to find time to have a long talk with her, so I didn't say anything more.

Because it was a day off, we didn't have breakfast until ten. After breakfast, we went into town together, and I helped my wife pick out a couple of
new nightgowns (underwear). One was a black, semi-transparent lace bra, sleeveless, low-cut, backless, and
very short, only covering half of her buttocks. The other was a purple tulle dress with straps. My wife immediately took a liking to these two. Although
the price was high , seeing how much my wife liked it, I reluctantly bought it. My purpose in doing so was to
set the stage for my conversation. When we got home, it was already four in the afternoon. My wife was still in high spirits and immediately
tried on both pieces of lingerie. The lingerie was indeed exquisite, making her even more sexy.

"Haha, my wife looks great, and with these lingerie, other men's eyes will pop out of their sockets,"
I teased her.

"Hehe, others won't even have a chance to have their eyes pop out!" my wife joked as she knitted by the bed.

A light drizzle began to fall outside, darkening the room slightly and filling it with a faint dampness, which
dampened my heart as well. I sat on the sofa, quietly watching my wife knit stitch by stitch. She lowered her head, and
in the dim light, her forehead shone even brighter, and the tip of her small nose gleamed. Her nostrils
twitched slightly with each breath, and her lips remained full and moist. Seeing her expression, I
found myself momentarily distracted. Ah! We've been married for years, and yet I still feel this way.
What would other men do if they saw her? Many would probably have impure thoughts and lustful desires, wouldn't they? Thinking this, I
became even more determined to pry into her secrets. I continued chatting with her.

"There's a joke, I don't know if you've heard it," I said, using this as a starting point.

"What joke?" She glanced up at me, then continued knitting. I knew she was waiting for me to continue.

"A female secretary accompanied a city leader on an inspection tour. The two sat together, and the city leader couldn't resist reaching out to touch the
secretary's fair thigh. The secretary asked: 'Do you remember what's written on page 216, paragraph 7 of Deng Xiaoping's Selected Works?' The city
leader's face flushed red, and he quickly withdrew his hand. After returning home, he couldn't wait to open page 216,
paragraph 7 of Deng Xiaoping's Selected Works. Guess what happened next?'" I deliberately left her in suspense.

"What happened?" my wife asked curiously.

"The book says: Be bolder, move faster. This leader slapped his thigh and yelled: 'My God,
how many opportunities will I miss if my theoretical level isn't high enough!'"

"Who is this? He's too bold! Hehe, he even dares to make fun of the leader!" My wife laughed heartily.

"Although this is a joke, it reflects social reality. It's not just in officialdom; there are plenty of
scandals too!" Hearing me say this, my wife didn't respond and continued knitting her sweater. As for me, I continued
to adopt a roundabout strategy, gradually moving closer to my goal.

"During this training camp, I heard someone say that a young man married a very beautiful local woman. But
unexpectedly, on their wedding night, the bride told him that someone was looking for her and she had to go tonight. The young man
knew that he had to let his bride
go and spend the night with someone else." I paused for a moment, then sighed, "Ah! The world is full of wonders
! That young man probably had his mind filled with images of his wife and that thug, and he definitely didn't sleep a wink that night."

"That's quite a story! Is it true?" my wife asked, puzzled.

"It's true. Their later child doesn't look like them, but they still live together."

After I finished speaking, my wife just said "Oh" and didn't say anything more.

"Things like this happen. Extramarital affairs and one-night stands are nothing compared to
this." I observed my wife's expression and noticed she was listening quietly. "I've always believed that men and women
are relatively independent individuals, and no one is anyone's appendage. Especially with extramarital affairs, there are
social conditions and objective circumstances that give rise to them. A beautiful woman, when lonely or needing something from someone,
is easily drawn into another's arms. What do you think?"

"I—I don't know." My wife seemed to understand my unspoken meaning, and her hand holding the bamboo skewer slowed. But
I remained unmoved; I wanted her to reveal the person behind her. To dispel her concerns, I continued to
guide her indirectly.

"Actually, emotions and the body can be separated. Giving emotions to the one you love and your body to the one you use
is a wise choice for a smart woman. Besides, extramarital affairs aren't without their benefits; at the very least, they benefit people... "
" A healthy body and mind are beneficial to the harmony of married life. I'm open-minded about this; having a spouse and
a lover , isn't necessarily a bad thing. As far as I know, this phenomenon has spread from the south to the north." At this point,
I was about to get to the crucial part when my heart started pounding. I paused for a moment, then took a deep breath,
trying to calm my racing heart and keep my tone even.

"While I was gone for the past few months, did anyone come over often? Or rather, did anyone interfere in our family life?"

"No!" My wife said resolutely, but she was clearly flustered; a bamboo skewer stuck in her
finger .

My previous words had no effect; I got angry. I jumped up from the sofa. I paced around the room
twice , then coldly said to her, "I've seen something between you and Lao A that's not quite right. The day I came back, I saw you two
exchanging glances. Do you think I'm stupid? Where did you sleep last night? Don't tell me you
slept in my dormitory." My wife froze, realizing I had been to my workplace the night before.

"And another thing, I just figured it out. Last week when I was on duty, Old A came back to work early in the morning.
You know best, of all the houses around here, where else could he go besides ours? When I got back, you were sleeping like a log, and
the toilet paper at the foot of the bed gave me away!" These heavy blows stunned my wife. She was both nervous and ashamed,
her face flushed red.

"Moreover, I have even more reliable evidence. But I don't want to say it now. If you don't admit it and give me
a reasonable explanation, I'll go find Old A. Even if I expose this whole thing." My pent-up
barrage completely shattered my wife's psychological defenses.

After a long silence, she whispered, "Honey, I'm sorry. I did have that kind of thing with him."
After saying that, she quickly added, "But it wasn't me who initiated it!" Seeing that she admitted it herself, my
anger subsided considerably. I sat back on the sofa and continued to speak to her in a calm tone.

"Honesty is essential between husband and wife. You know me; I hate being lied to. I'm
not asking you these questions to take revenge on you. You're a kind and innocent woman, unaware of how treacherous people can be. I'm
speaking frankly with you today, asking these questions not out of curiosity, but mainly to help you make the best of a situation!" My sincere
words made her nod repeatedly, basically dispelling her doubts.

"Honey, I got together with him for the sake of this family, for you! Please believe me." My wife said this
with emotion, her eyes even a little red.

"Actually, what I just said was from the bottom of my heart. I also bear some responsibility for what happened to you. After all, I
was away from home for four months."

My wife exclaimed in surprise, not expecting me to say such a thing, or for the conversation to
end . "Honey, I don't understand what you mean."

I waved my hand magnanimously and said, "I don't object to you continuing your relationship with him, but there are three conditions. First, it must be
kept secret. Second, it can't interfere with our normal life at home. Third, you must keep me informed of the situation promptly.
I think you understand why I mentioned the third point."

"Honey, you're so good! I agree to everything." My wife felt a few tears welling up in her eyes. She
sniffed and murmured, "I'll cook dinner first, and we can talk after dinner, okay?" I nodded in agreement, and she wiped away her
tears and went out...

When it was time for bed, she carefully cleaned her private parts. I knew she felt guilty and wanted to
make amends with her body. She changed into the black lingerie she had just bought, climbed on top of me, and used her
tongue to explore every inch of my skin. In the dim light, she appeared even more alluring. Her seductive
movements not only aroused my desire but also reignited my urge to explore and discover.

"How did he get you? What are his feelings for you?" My wife stopped
above me when she heard my question, her beautiful eyes gazing at me quietly. It turned out she understood my feelings and thoughts, and in this quiet,
cozy world for two, she relaxed. She smiled slightly. "You really want to know? You're not
jealous?"

"I want to know, haha, I'm afraid of sour things, I don't like vinegar."

"Okay! I'll grant your wish." After she finished speaking, she lay down next to me and began to recount her
relationship …

(V)

I arrived at this workplace. When he first saw my wife, his eyes lit up. Seeing a beautiful
woman and getting excited is a normal reaction for men, a common trait. So, I didn't pay much attention at the time. When I first arrived at
this workplace, I also needed to interact with people, and my wife and I gradually had more contact with him, and of course, not only with him,
but also gradually became familiar with others. Not everyone in the workplace agreed with him. Those who agreed said he was a
good friend and a righteous person. Those who disagreed with him said he was cold-hearted, ruthless, and vindictive. In reality, human nature
is multifaceted and contradictory. It's normal to treat different people differently. As a certain model hero once said: "
Treat comrades with the warmth of spring, and enemies with the ruthlessness of autumn leaves."

Through our interactions, my wife and I felt that Old A was a decent friend, and since we had no
conflict of interest with him, we could develop a friendship without becoming enemies. Because of this
belief, my wife and I accepted some of his help as friends, such as his previously mentioned assistance with resolving relationships and
settling down.

Two weeks after I went to training, my wife heard that Old A's family had come to my workplace. She wanted to get to know them and
build a relationship. After dinner, she went to my workplace. But when she entered Old A's office, she found
him alone, drunk and leaning against the headboard. It turned out that Old A's wife had come to the office on business,
had lunch with some colleagues, and then went home. Old A immediately perked up when his wife entered, pouring her tea and offering
her a seat. Since they were acquaintances, his wife chatted with him. According to her, Old A said a lot, mainly
expressing his intention to always treat her like a brother and her like a sister. His sincere declaration moved her. She also said
she would always consider him her elder brother. Later, he talked about how beautiful his wife was and how much he liked her, which made her
uneasy . She tried to leave, but as soon as she got up, Old A pounced on her, embracing her and
placing one hand inside her thin clothing on her breasts. His wife, filled with shame and anger, struggled to break free and
ran away.

After this incident, Old A was very nervous for several days. He feared his wife would report him and spread the
news . However, his wife didn't report him and kept the matter quiet.

It was 10:30 at night. We turned off the lights, shed all our clothes, and snuggled close together. A few rays of moonlight streamed in through
the window , casting soft, dappled shadows on the bed and our bodies. The quiet
, warm atmosphere stirred my wife's desire to confide in me. She abandoned all her reservations and shyness,
opening her heart to me.

"Why didn't you sue him? If you had, none of this would have happened," I asked her calmly.

"I was very angry at first, and I did think about sueing him," my wife sighed softly. "But after I calmed down,
I didn't dare to make a sound. Think about it, could I win? Putting aside his current position and connections, even if a higher-
up were willing to handle this, what evidence could I possibly have? Besides, he was drunk, and I was in his room.

If I couldn't bring him down, I would only embarrass myself!" "

If it didn't happen the first time, when did you two have sex?" I continued to ask my wife. Strangely,
when I asked this question, I felt no urge; it was as if I were talking about someone else's affairs.

"About two weeks after that incident, I had just finished dinner when he called. He said he was coming over to talk about
what happened last time, apologize, and that since his husband wasn't home, he wanted to see if we needed anything so he could help us." The wife's voice
became more urgent. "Honey, you have to believe me. I genuinely thought he was truly remorseful and
sincerely wanted to apologize. I thought to myself, he's been good to us, we can't let this turn us against each other and make
him our enemy! You should know that offending him won't do us any good."

"Oh! I understand your thinking. You did the right thing." I said, giving her smooth
buttocks a gentle pat, a gesture of affirmation and comfort. "You don't need to say it again, I can already imagine it.
He probably said things like he was drunk, too impulsive, and would always treat you like a little sister, etc.,
and after rekindling your feelings, he..."

The wife blushed and softly murmured an "Mmm." After a moment of silence, she buried her head in my chest,
her fingers gently tracing my lower abdomen. "He's so big, how could I be as strong as him!"

My wife told me these things, and I was moved. She then stroked my lower abdomen, bringing
comfort to both my body and mind. Since it had already happened, this matter would be forever imprinted in my mind, never to be erased. What was the point
of dwelling on ? It would only add to my troubles. Thinking of this, I felt an urge to probe for details again.

But I didn't want to ask directly, lest I embarrass my wife.

"As you said, he raped you. Why are you still with him? Men
don't cherish what they get easily. I think he was just playing with you." Hearing me say this, my wife remained silent for a long time. I pressed
her again, and she finally raised her head, resting her chin on my head.

"Do you really want to hear it? I'm afraid it will upset you." As she said this, she quietly looked at my
face. Although the light was dim, I could still feel that she was looking into my eyes, trying to figure out my reaction.

"I'll tell you if you don't mind!"

"Go ahead, it's okay. Since we've already done it, what's there to be embarrassed about?" I touched her
face, making my stance clear with the gesture.

"I was indeed passive that time." She paused slightly before continuing. "He's not like you think.
He really likes me, I could feel it when we were together. He said I'm the epitome of womanhood, and after
having , he didn't want to have sex with his wife anymore."

"Hmph! Anyone can lie to you like that! I don't believe it." I deliberately provoked her, and she fell for
it.

"I think he's telling the truth. To be honest, while you were gone, he came over every week, and one week
he even came three times." As my wife said this, her shyness was tinged with a touch of coquettish pride.

"He comes so often, and you still never refuse. Do you have feelings for him too?"

"Don't be angry. I feel great and comfortable when I'm with him. His is thick and long, and he
has great . He can make me orgasm twice in one go!" As she said this, my wife put one leg on my thigh,
pressing her lower body tightly against mine.

"Really? Did he take some kind of drug?" To be honest, I was a little suspicious.

"No, he didn't take any drugs. If I'm on top, no matter what I do, he won't ejaculate. I've tried it." As my wife said
this, her hands started to wander, her fingers constantly stroking my nipples.

"Did you do it with a video? How many times?"

"Only once. That night, he performed the best. He was with me three times, and we didn't sleep much."

"Ah! That's amazing! Did you see the videotape under the bed?" I wanted to take the opportunity to ask about the origin of the
paper package . Hearing this, she suddenly paused. She looked sweet and smug, and rolled
onto me.

"Honey, please stop talking, okay? Humph, I want it." I reached out and touched her; her lower body was already wet
. I also became aroused and hugged her tightly, and we began to perform a symphony of intoxicating passion together
.

(VI)

About half a month after that long talk, my mother-in-law and brother-in-law came to my house. My

brother-in-law was a short, chubby man with a pair of smiling eyes on his round, doll-like face. He was
a clever fellow, witty and loud, and he would never speak without smiling. But he was not a well-behaved person; if he got impatient,
he would dare to cause trouble. He had driven a large bus and worked as a transporter in his hometown, but he had not been able to stay in either job for long due to his own
reasons . My mother-in-law thought that he might be more restrained in a strange place, so she brought him here,
hoping we could help him find a job. Hearing that my mother-in-law and brother-in-law had come, they came. The next day, while I
was still at work, my wife's fellow villager, Xiao K, came to my house to meet them. My brother-in-law struck
up a conversation with Xiao K as soon as they met, and they hit it off immediately, finding they shared similar interests. Unexpectedly, this brother-in-law and Xiao K even came to my workplace,
playing ball, singing, and loitering around, which made me very uncomfortable.

To be honest, I was quite annoyed by this brother-in-law. From the bottom of my heart, I didn't want to get involved in his affairs; having him
around was like having a leech stuck to me. Objectively speaking, I didn't have the resources at the time. My
wife and I were both from out of town, and having only been here a short time, how could we have any connections? Before coming here, my mother-in-law had
mentioned , and my wife knew our situation, only agreeing to give it a try. Unexpectedly, she brought this brother-in-law
along, catching us off guard and putting my wife and me in a difficult position.

Because my brother-in-law kept coming to my workplace, Old A also knew my mother-in-law was here. On the [number] days after my mother-in-law arrived...
Four nights later, he and Xiao K arrived at my house with food and drinks. I knew perfectly well that he was doing this entirely for
my wife's benefit. At the table, my brother-in-law was more lively than my wife and me. He and Xiao K chatted
and laughed , making my wife and me seem like mere background characters. I hadn't realized before that my brother-in-law was so experienced in drinking at such a young age.

When the drinks were flowing freely, he raised his glass to Old A, reeking of alcohol, and said, "Brother A, I haven't been here long,
but I felt an instant connection with you the moment I saw you. I've also heard from Brother K that you're a very capable person."
This not only flattered Old A but also won him favor with Xiao K. I chuckled inwardly but didn't show it.

Ignoring everyone else, he continued speaking according to his own train of thought. "Brother A, I brought my mom here, and I was hoping
to see if there's anything suitable for me to do. At first, I didn't have high hopes; my sister is a woman, she
can't handle it alone, and my brother-in-law just arrived, so it's difficult for him too. But ever since I met you at your workplace last time, I've felt like you're my benefactor, and
my situation has improved."

"Leaders have a lot of work to do; don't trouble them," the mother-in-law stopped her brother-in-law.

"Auntie, you don't know, Old A has a lot of connections! He's never failed to get anything he wanted done
!" Little K chimed in, encouraging her brother-in-law.

"Mom! Don't worry about it," the brother-in-law glanced at his mother-in-law, then turned to Old A. "Brother A, we haven't known each other
for long, so I shouldn't be asking you for help. But I can only rely on you for this. If you think highly of me as a brother and want to
help one of my brothers, then drink the wine I'm toasting you." The brother-in-law said, handing Old A his wine glass.

Hearing this, Old A stood up. "Brother, don't say that. I'm a kind-hearted person. You're my
brother 's brother, how could I not help?" Old A glanced at his wife, paused briefly, and downed his drink in one gulp. As soon as
he sat down, Old A laughed heartily, "Drinking is like accepting a mission. Brother, don't worry, I'll definitely do it
wholeheartedly , giving it my all. But I'm just saying I'll try. If I succeed, don't laugh; if I fail,
don't be angry." Saying this, Old A glanced at his wife again.

A few days after that drinking session, Old A really did get his brother-in-law a job. He got a driving job at a very famous private company, with
holidays and high pay, just a bit far from my home. But the distance was actually a good thing for me.
My brother-in-law stayed at my house for a week and then happily went to work. My mother-in-law stayed at my house for a month and a half, during which time
Old A visited her several times. Each time he came, he brought something and said many witty and humorous things, making
the old lady very happy. Having learned all this, I truly forgave Old A from the bottom of my heart, even though his actions had
an element of showmanship. Between people, a little showmanship isn't necessarily a bad thing; it can even enhance mutual affection. I could
feel Old A's actions stirred a ripple in my wife's heart. After

seeing my mother-in-law off at the train station, I returned home. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived. My wife was wearing a suit and lying on
the bed. Ah, we were back to our time together. Seeing my wife's tender arms and legs, I couldn't resist
and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.

"What are you thinking about with those squinted eyes?" I teased her deliberately.

"Get lost! I really wanted to take her home. I couldn't bear to let her go home alone. But my mom
would n't let me. She'd definitely get home very late." At this point, my wife's eyes reddened again. I quickly changed the subject, saying
a few words to cover up her emotions. Seeing her expression change from worry to joy, I felt relieved. Just then,
the phone on the bedside table rang. I immediately realized the call was from Old A.

I told my wife, "You answer it. Whoever calls, just say I'm not home yet." I gently
pressed the answer button. My wife paused for a moment, then immediately understood. We exchanged glances, my wife
picked up the receiver, and I leaned closer.

"Hello. I know you're home alone." It was Old A's voice.

"Yes, what's up?" my wife said softly.

"Haha, I want to eat your steamed buns." Old A's voice wasn't loud, but his tone was unrestrained, which I
found infectious. Since she was alone in the house, Wang Hui felt less restrained.

"Go away, don't talk nonsense."

"Haha, aren't you home alone? We've talked about everything when we're together. You're not a little girl anymore
." Old A's teasing piqued my interest. I smiled at my wife, wanting to see how she would respond
. My wife winked playfully at me. Because of our long conversation last time, my wife understood my true thoughts, so
her reservations disappeared. We had reached a tacit understanding. She had guessed what I was thinking.

"Life's better now, every family has steamed buns, hehe, come home and eat!" his wife teased him.

"I miss you," Old A said sincerely.

"Hehe, you think about too many people," his wife continued playfully.

"No! You stormed into my heart and drove away other women. You're the only one in my heart," his wife declared
teasingly .

"Hmph! You men just use sweet words to fool people, you all fall in love with every girl you see. I don't believe it."

"Heaven and earth bear witness! Haha, you can tell I'm not lying just by looking at my honest face." Old A sighed
and continued, "I've summarized five good things for you, do you want to hear them?"

"Which five?" his wife asked softly.

"A charming smile and expressive eyes are the first good thing; a delicate nose and fragrant lips are the second good thing; skin as smooth as jade,
delicate and flawless is the third good thing; a full figure, curvaceous and shapely is the fourth good thing; as for the fifth good thing, can you imagine it?"
At this point, Old A deliberately kept her in suspense.

Women all like to be praised, and his wife was no exception. Hearing such a flirtatious compliment, her face blossomed
into a smile.

"I don't know," my wife giggled, her tone growing increasingly sweet. I could tell she already knew
what he was going to say.

"Your butt! Haha, especially when you kneel with your back to me, it's so full, white, and
round, it makes me lose control." At this point, Old A chuckled twice. "I'd
be willing ."

"Hehe, you're so naughty, so bad," my wife said with a laugh.

To be honest, I never expected a burly man like Old A to say such things. To keep
listening, I gave my wife's buttocks a slap as encouragement.

"Haha, little sister! I want to eat your steamed bun, but not for free, I'll give you a banana in return." Hearing Old A's words,
a blush spread across my wife's face.

"Hehe, your banana is too hard, I can't handle it!" my wife said in a soft, seductive voice. At this moment,
Seduced by sweet words, he completely disregarded me.

"Shall we go to your house now?" I could feel Old A's breathing quicken.

"No, he'll be back soon. It wouldn't be good if he saw us." My wife quickly cut off his idea.

"That's true. When he's almost back, I'll go to your house and we can chat tonight. You won't object, will you?"

My wife looked at me, seeking my opinion, and I nodded in agreement. Seeing that I agreed,
my wife finally agreed to his request.

After hanging up the phone, my wife went into the bathroom. A little while later, I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. It turned out
she was taking a shower, and my heart couldn't help but churn. Thinking of Old A, I felt a mix of emotions. I was both
jealous .

(VII)

Every family has its own troubles. This saying couldn't be more fitting for Old A. When he was having a secret rendezvous with his wife,
he told her about his situation. My wife then relayed what he had said to me.

Although he had achieved some success in his career, his family life was far from satisfactory. As I mentioned earlier, his
wife was an unattractive woman. Not only that, she suffered from postpartum hemorrhage, leaving her with chronic health problems
and a significantly diminished libido. She often avoided him and refused to share a bed with him. How could a man in his prime, full of energy, endure such torment?
Not long after, he began an affair with his mother-in-law, who had been living with him for a long time. It's said their first time happened during
his wife's postpartum confinement period after their second child, when his mother-in-law was fifty-two. Initially,
I was skeptical of my wife's account. But upon reflection, I realized it couldn't be a fabrication. By chance
, I met his mother-in-law, and to my surprise, this now sixty-year-old woman was even more attractive than his wife.
This mother-in-law had strongly urged her daughter to marry this poor young man. Her husband had died before she was fifty.

After his death, she lived with them. One had nowhere to vent her energy, and the other, a widow for many years, accepted
her son-in-law. Thus, an affair naturally ensued. Of course, my wife later
described him in fits and starts , which only strengthened my belief in this. Old A was a strong, muscular man with a very high sex drive. He
was popular with everyone at home, young and old, and he frequented brothels. According to my wife, after he met her, he rarely
had relations with her mother, and he certainly didn't cheat on her. He thought my wife was the epitome of womanhood, and he was captivated by her.
Of course , those last few words might have been just his usual flattery, so there was no need to delve into them.

My wife, wrapped in a towel, went into the bedroom, while I remained in bed, pondering Old A, considering how to face him and how to deal with
him. Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang again. My wife picked it up, and it seemed the other person asked her something
. She replied, "He's not back yet," and then the other person talked for a while. My wife listened attentively, and
finally excitedly said "Okay" before hanging up.

"Who called? What's up?" Because I hadn't pressed the listen button, I didn't know what the other person was saying, so I just
asked casually.

"Hehe, honey, great news! I passed the written exam, and I can have the interview in a month!"

"That's wonderful news! We have to celebrate tonight." Actually, my wife
has been busy with both work and leisure for the past year or so. She mainly spent her time studying at home. Because to find a formal
job, you have to pass an exam and an interview to qualify for a permanent position. She took the written exam while her mother was still alive
, and passing it was like taking a step closer to success. I was happy for her too.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I have to go out tonight!" My wife said, a little embarrassed.

"What for?" I asked, surprised.

"Old A just called. A friend in HR told him I passed the written exam.
His friend wants to meet him tonight. Old A wants me to come too, to meet them,
they might be needed for the interview."

"Then I'll go, after all, I'm the head of the family!" I said jokingly.

"Parent, add your leg! Hehe, I just told him you weren't back yet, and you're making it look like we lied again."

"Oh! That makes sense. Don't go to Old A's house. Wait for him outside later, go on!"

"Okay! You can make dinner yourself! It shouldn't take too long." My wife said, picking out
clothes from the closet. She tried them on three times, changed, and then sat in front of the vanity mirror carefully grooming herself.

Only when she was completely satisfied did she pick up her handbag and leave.

Old A's call completely disrupted my plans. But there was nothing I could do; smoothing things over and finding a job was the priority.
I couldn't let a small thing ruin everything! That evening, I made myself something simple to eat. After eating, feeling bored, I went back to
my workplace and retrieved the books I'd left in my dorm. The long night passed, and I kept company with my books, leaning against the headboard and reading a novel
.

First, I read three stories from *San Yan Er Pai*: Yu Boya smashing his zither to thank his soulmate, Bai Niangzi eternally imprisoned in Leifeng Pagoda, and Bai Yuniang

enduring hardship to become her husband. Later, I switched to *A Grand View of Ming and Qing Romance Novels* and read the story of Jin Yunqiao
. I read until I was dizzy and my eyes were blurry before I finally fell asleep. Because I read it so quickly, I don't remember many of the plot details clearly.
However, the character of Jin Yunqiao left a deep impression on me. Her life was full of hardship. In her early years, her family
suffered a sudden tragedy, and she left the man she loved with tears in her eyes. Her sister married her lover in
her place, while she herself married far away. Her husband died early, and she was sold into a brothel. Later, by a twist of fate, she became the wife of a mountain bandit chief.
But her good fortune didn't last long, and the mountain bandit chief was wiped out by the government. She ended up in a nunnery. Later, her
brother-in -law, who was also her first love, went through many hardships to find her and take her home. He wanted to rekindle their relationship,
and her sister also persuaded her to share a husband. This passionate and righteous woman only agreed to share a room but not a bed.
Before the red candles and jade curtains, with tears in her eyes, she recounted her plight to her former lover, saying that she was already
a withered flower , and could not let vanity tarnish her pure feelings. The next day, she moved to a nunnery behind the official's tomb,
praying day and night for the happiness and well-being of her lover and sister. Whenever I think of this story, I am deeply moved. Her
lover was a well-read official; he must have remembered the poem "Willow of Zhangtai": "

Willow of Zhangtai, willow of Zhangtai, are you still as green as you once were?

Even if your long branches still droop as before, they will surely be broken by another's hand."

He could fully imagine how difficult it was for a weak woman in a chaotic world to preserve her chastity. However,
even after marriage, he still couldn't forget Jin Yunqiao, sending people everywhere to inquire about his lover. His deep affection
moved even the heavens, and Jin Yunqiao's selflessness in saving her family and her willingness to reflect on her actions are even more touching!
She had lived a life of luxury, but it wasn't something she willingly embraced. The book contains a long passage describing her
feelings at the time. I don't remember the exact details, but the poem by Xu Yueying, a famous courtesan from the Jianghuai region, perfectly captures her sentiments: "For losing my three
obediences, I weep frequently; what use is this body in human relationships? Though I spend my days in revelry, I long for simple clothes and plain garments." Facing her former
lover and the impending wealth and glory, she didn't feign affection or try to win
his favor by "lying on his lap." Instead, she always considered others' feelings. This woman's body was tainted, but her heart was pure. Her heart was
clean because she always retained pure and genuine feelings. Humans are emotional beings. When we seek our own
happiness and joy, shouldn't we also maintain a pure
heart and sincere feelings towards our partners and friends?

My wife's opening the door woke me. I looked at the clock; it was already three in the morning. Her hair was slightly damp,
and there was still a trace of alcohol on her lips. Coming home so late, I knew without asking that she must
have been Seeing me awake, she hurriedly stripped off her clothes and slipped into my bed.

"Honey, I'm so happy today. You know what? There were five people at dinner today. Besides Old A and me,
the other three are all useful people. One from the personnel department, one from the supervisory department, and one from the civil affairs department. They all said they'd done their best."

Hearing her say that, I was happy too. But I also reminded her not to get too excited; you applied for the civil affairs department,
so there's a lot of competition. However, my words didn't dampen her spirits. Perhaps it's because of this happy occasion.
Neither of us felt tired. She told me about the dinner, how much the person from the personnel department
could drink , how witty the person from the supervisory department was, how the person from the civil affairs department had such a wandering eye,
how Old A and she had managed to socialize with these people, and so on.

While she was talking, I leaned in and smelled her, asking if she had taken a shower again. This time, she was no longer shy.
After a slight hesitation, she readily said, "Yes, I'm going to take a bath to sober up."

"Did you and him do it again?" I asked Old A, and my wife could tell.

"No. Those three went too!"

"Why does taking a bath take so long?" I thought she wasn't telling the truth.

"Don't doubt me," my wife sensed my suspicion and explained, "They went to watch a two-person comedy show. Hehe,
those two-person comedy shows are hilarious, though the things they say are a bit risqué."

In that case, they didn't have time to be alone together. I said "Oh" in agreement. However, I
guessed Old A must be anxious! Holding my wife, listening to her say that the two of them hadn't done anything wrong, I felt sorry for them.
Tonight, the night was as clear as water, with a gentle breeze. With wine as matchmaker, I wondered how many wild couples were entwined in love. Haha,
I hope we can be together for now, and let the moon be hazy forever. I let go of my wife and lay down again.

(VIII)

What you can't have is the best. This applies to finding a partner and getting married as well. People often find that their choices, once made
, are not about choosing a partner, but about helplessness and regret. As a man, if you marry an unattractive woman, you feel guilty and don't want to take her out;
if you marry a beautiful woman, you constantly worry that she might cheat on you. In fact, women
also complain, complaining that the men who stay by their side every day are incompetent, while the capable ones often leave them feeling like widows.

So they tell themselves, "Be lenient with yourself, otherwise, if you work yourself to death, someone will spend your money,
live in your house, play with your lover, sleep in your bed, and even tear up your photos and beat your children."

Life is full of disappointments; what we consider lucky often comes with risks. Nothing
can be perfect. So-called perfection only exists in dreams. Although my wife has made mistakes, she is still like a willow on the lakeshore
, her branches still so tender and beautiful reflected in the river of my heart. In my eyes, she is still
a delicate flower , her dreamlike charm stirring my heart. Although we have had our
share of bumps along the way, we are still inseparable, like fish and water. Because of this, I became indifferent to my wife's affair with Old A.

However, when the image of a woman weeping flashed through my mind, my heart became uneasy again.
An incident from when I was ten years old had left a deep impression on me.

A beautiful woman walked past a crowd with her head down. Someone immediately shouted, "Oh! It's torn, it's
torn!" The word "torn" was a euphemism for a woman having an affair, a derogatory term for a married woman having an extramarital relationship.

Even as a child, I understood the weight of that word.

"Haha, kid, where's it torn?" another person chimed in, adding to the jeers.

"Her pants are ripped?" Hearing these grown men's mockery, the woman glared at
them , then turned away, wiping her eyes and hurriedly fleeing.

"It's hard enough for a woman, have some decency!" another woman walked by, criticizing the
two. "Oh dear! Auntie, you should pity her, let Uncle take care of her!" As soon as she finished speaking, a burst of laughter

erupted from the crowd . The woman laughed and chased after the speaker, scolding him. Later, I learned the whole story. This woman and her husband were both labeled as rightists, and her husband was later sent to work in a faraway place. The woman was left to care for her child and blind mother-in-law alone. A man from the village often helped her, and over time, she developed feelings for him. Lonely and dejected, she fell into his arms. They were discovered kissing in the shed where the threshing ground was located, and the two were taken to the brigade headquarters that night. She initially remained silent, but after being questioned several times, the militia company commander became enraged, rushed over, slapped her twice, and had her pants pulled down, handcuffing her to a pillar in the headquarters. How could a weak woman withstand such threats and intimidation? Finally, she had no choice but to lower her head and tell the truth . They questioned her in great detail: who initiated it? How many times? Where? Nothing was left unanswered. Later, they even asked what methods they used. The woman blushed deeply under their questioning, but terrified by their power, she had no choice but to tell the whole story. Her story quickly spread throughout the village, embellished and rewritten many different ways. This woman was pitiful; the shame and indignation on her face when she turned back is still etched in my mind. I know my wife won't stoop to that level. But if my wife and Lao A were to meet secretly outside, it would be easy for them to be discovered, leading to gossip and whispers behind their backs—a consequence far more serious and unbearable . Conversely, the thought of them entwined in my home makes me feel more at ease. Back then, my workplace required bi-weekly shifts, which were under surveillance—one person for the first half of the night, and one for the second half. Shifts couldn't be left unattended, let alone allowed to sleep. Friday night's first half was my shift. I sat...

Bored in the duty room, I started watching "Wenji Returns to Han" on CCTV's drama channel. The plot wasn't complicated, but
the female lead was beautifully dressed, the lyrics were exquisite, and the melody was melodious. I was quickly drawn in.

Cai Wenji was the daughter of Cai Yong, a literary figure of the Eastern Han Dynasty. She was learned, eloquent, and skilled in poetry, a famous
talented woman . Taking advantage of the chaos, the Qiang and Hu barbarians plundered the Central Plains, and Cai Wenji, along with many other captured women, was taken to
the Southern Xiongnu. She married a man of the Xiongnu's Left Wise King and had two sons. After Cao Cao pacified the northern warlords, he sent someone with a thousand taels of gold and
a pair of white jade discs to ransom her and remarry her to his bodyguard, Dong Si. People may not be familiar with Dong Si, but
they should know about the Three Kingdoms period and Sima Shi and Sima Zhao. Her niece, Xiahou Hui, married Sima Shi. While I
sympathized with her difficult fate, I also marveled at her unique life experiences. Looking at the actress's handsome face and graceful
figure , I thought about how unfortunate she was to be forced to leave her hometown and abandon her husband and children. But she was also fortunate.
Adding to that the time before her abduction, the talented Cai Wenji married three times in her life: the first was a gentle and refined gentleman, the second a gentle and
refined nobleman, and the second and third were burly and muscular men. She experienced both
the gentle caress and the awe-inspiring power of a raging storm; she enjoyed the kind of love that other women rarely experienced.
As the lingering notes of "Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute" faded, my thoughts returned to reality.

What was she doing? With this question in mind, I picked up the phone and called home. The first time I called, I heard
a dial tone; perhaps the phone wasn't placed properly. I used this excuse to justify my wife and to comfort myself. Half an hour
later, I called again, and the dial tone remained the same. My wife is a very meticulous person; could she make
such basic mistake? I began to wonder. I knew she wouldn't be asleep until after ten o'clock. What was she doing?
Watching TV? Reading? Or…?

I didn’t notice if Old A had gone home. If he left, that was obvious. If he hadn’t, they were
definitely together. He’s usually in charge of arranging the duty roster, and he knows I’m on duty tonight. Given
how passionate they are right now, he wouldn’t just be sleeping! If they’re together now, are they at my house
or in his dorm? If they really are together, I hope they’re at my house,
so no one will find out, whether they’re cuddling and talking or making love in bed. Imagining what might happen when they’re together,
I felt both bittersweet and excited.

The next day, I got home very early. My wife was still fast asleep in bed. As soon as I entered,
I looked around and actually noticed some “clues”—two used condoms in the trash can!
Ah! Old A had been here. I shook my head, threw the two condoms back in the trash can, and began quietly cleaning
the .

While I was cleaning up my mind, I was also thinking about a question. Everyone hopes for love to last forever and
be , but external erosion often leaves cracks and imperfections, making it unrecognizable. No matter how deep the love,
who can guarantee its perfection? Life has art, but also flaws; I know this very well.

But I also firmly believe in myself, that I am rational and capable of handling emotional problems and crises in family
life . The first light of

dawn broke in the east, and soft light streamed through the glass window onto the thin blanket,
clearly outlining the curves of my wife's body. Her eyes were slightly closed, her jade-like arms protruding from the blanket, lying across her chest, a strand of
bangs curving across her forehead, her nostrils flaring slightly as she breathed evenly. Her long, disheveled hair was gathered and spread
on the pillow, her neck appearing evenly long and graceful in the soft light, making my heart flutter. I carefully
reached out to stroke her neck, afraid of accidentally disturbing her sweet sleep. But the moment my fingers touched her skin,
she opened her eyes.

"You're back!" she murmured dreamily.

"It's still early! No need to get up." I said, taking off my clothes and lying down next to her. She nestled in my
arms , her rounded buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, curled up like a kitten. I lovingly pulled her closer
, kissing her hairline behind her ear. In my heart, Yan is my daughter. I love
the feeling of her snuggling in my arms, I love her clinging to my neck and acting cute, I love her occasional mischievous expression. Now
relaxed, I began to savor the warmth and romance of our time together. Ah! She is still my precious
darling !

After holding her for a while, I propped myself up, letting my lips and tongue roam over her body, kissing her
shoulders , her back, and her full buttocks. I noticed a faint red mark on each of her buttocks.

I knew her skin was delicate and tender; even a little too much pressure would leave a mark.

"Why is your butt so red?"

She didn't answer, but turned around, facing me, her breathing becoming heavier. My provocation reignited
the desire within her.

"Was he here last night?"

"Mmm!" she hummed nasally.

"Did he leave the red mark?" I could guess it was a mark Old A left on her during his wild moments. However, I wanted
my wife to say it herself, so I pressed on.

"If you weren't here, who else could it be! Ha, you know perfectly well!" As she said this, her face showed a look that was both
shy and playful.

"That man is so shameless, so cruel, I'm never talking to him again!" I pretended to be angry.

"Hehe, you're so adorably silly!" My wife realized I was teasing her on purpose. She ruffled my hair twice
. "I like him like that, it makes me feel like I'm flying, flying to the sky." Saying this, my wife pulled me into
her arms. My face was pressed between her breasts. Talking about Old A fully aroused my lust.

"Husband, you're so good!" Before my wife could finish speaking, I had already rolled over and pinned her down.

(IX)

Time flies, and the Qixi Festival of this year has arrived again. On this traditional Valentine's Day, people's sensitive
and tender heartstrings are most easily plucked. Especially on the night of Qixi, when looking up at the starry night sky, one's thoughts will
travel through the deep and quiet night, wandering on the Magpie Bridge of Love, feeling the Weaver Girl's sorrow and the Cowherd's inner call.
The story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl has endured for thousands of years, because it contains the expectation of love and the entanglement of affection.

In more than a year, we have experienced the ups and downs of life together. My work has been
recognized by the unit leaders, and she has also successfully entered the civil affairs department and officially become one of its members. It can be said that after experiencing
the bitter wind and rain we saw the rainbow on the horizon. Although the rainbow was not very clear, it was enough to make us feel happy and comfortable. Autumn night
A gentle, soft breeze blew as my wife and I finished dinner and walked hand in hand into the peach orchard. The peach trees
were taller than , clusters of branches intertwined, like lovers gazing at each other, leaning on one another. I put my arm around
my wife's waist, like a couple deeply in love, strolling through the peach grove. In the dim, tranquil atmosphere, we would occasionally take a deep
breath , savoring the freshness and leisure the peach trees offered. Sometimes we would look up, searching for the enchanting Milky Way. When
our gazes fell upon the pale Milky Way, my wife smiled radiantly, silent, but her eyes revealed a tender,
ambiguous affection. I knew that feelings between us had filled her heart, and her heart was rippling with emotion.

"What are you thinking about?" I gently stroked my wife's waist and hips. "On the night of Qixi Festival, you're here with me,
but has your heart wandered elsewhere?" I teased her softly.

"Hehe, I was thinking about handsome guys, is that wrong?" I knew she was teasing me.

"Hmph! You're such a greedy little cat!" I said, pulling her into my arms and hugging her tightly
before letting go.

"In here, no one outside will find out. A perfect place for a rendezvous!" At that moment, I couldn't
control my heart, and the urge to investigate Old A arose again. I knew that, by some twist of fate, the two of them
hadn't been together for two months. I also had a vague feeling that Old A realized I had discovered their affair. Because I had asked my wife
indirectly . Once, my wife went with him to a dinner party, and later went to see a folk opera performance, returning home very late. Not long after,
Old A asked my wife if I knew about it, and how I would react when I got home. My wife told him I hadn't reacted at all, and
he just nodded and didn't say anything more. From my wife's simple account, I could completely glean Old A's
thoughts. If I took the initiative to break the ice, he wouldn't admit his relationship with my wife. He did nothing, and
I pretended not to see; the two men reached a temporary tacit understanding.

"Have you two been here before?" I asked. My wife was touching a peach, her loose sleeves slipping down to her shoulders,
revealing her tender, lotus-root-like arms and sparse armpit hair, her red bra faintly visible. Her knee-length skirt accentuated her
rounded figure , making my heart flutter.

"Yes," my wife replied, already used to my questions. She glanced at me and casually uttered two words.

"A quiet night, a gentle breeze, a beautiful face amidst peach blossoms. Haha, he's not as honest as me, is he?"

"Of course!" She understood my unspoken meaning and gave me a shy smile. "Last May Day, on a night
like this , we came here once."

"Did you do it here?" I tried my best to control my excitement and asked calmly.

"No. I didn't let him do it; it's embarrassing to do it in the wild. But his hands were restless, touching you everywhere."

"Where did he touch you that time?" I pressed further.

"Don't ask anymore, you're making me embarrassed," my wife said, letting out a coquettish laugh.

"Haha, you've already done it with him. What's there to be shy about or hide?" I said, slipping my hand
under her skirt and pressing it against her buttocks.

"Did he touch you here?"

"Yes! He pulled my skirt down halfway, and the cool breeze and his warm hand combined on my buttocks
...it felt indescribable." As she said this, my wife glanced at me again, though I couldn't see her
expression . From her shining eyes, I could sense her pleasure and excitement. "Are you satisfied now? That time he almost
lost control. He was touching and nibbling, giggling, he got me all wet down there."

"Haha, what a pity I didn't get to see such a sensual scene! I'll have to
see ."

"Giggling, watching your wife being intimate with someone else. Are you crazy?"

"You two haven't been intimate for two months. Has he found someone else?"

"No way. His heart is still with me. He's called me several times, saying he misses me. I didn't
say yes."

"There are some things I shouldn't be saying. Old A is a good person. He's always taken care of us
, helping you find a job and helping your brother solve his problems. We can't do something like that—use them and then forget them!"
I seemed to be comforting my wife, but actually I was just making excuses for myself.

After I finished speaking, my wife remained silent for a long while before whispering, "I'm worried you'll
be unhappy ."

"Don't worry about that! I'm not two-faced. I've already thought it through. I remember
talking to you about this before: the reason extramarital affairs are so prevalent is that they complement family life. Emotions and
the body can be separated. Giving your emotions to the one you love and your body to someone you use is a smart woman
's choice. Foreigners do this quite well; they have spouses and lovers, and they can
coexist peacefully. I won't object to anything that makes you happy and is beneficial to our family."

I paused briefly, then continued, "When you get back, give him a call and ask him to come over for a chat tonight.
Haha, I want to see just how charming you are and how deep his feelings for you really are."

"It's too late. How late are you going to keep drinking?" My wife looked surprised; she hadn't expected me to
say that.

"It's alright. It's too late, let him sleep at our house, haha, you can go keep him company, I'll just
watch !"

"Hehe, I think you've gone crazy!"

My wife is a woman who loves cleanliness. She takes more water and time to shower than other women, scrubbing her
entire body thoroughly every time, applying shower gel to every inch of her skin. This time, she was especially meticulous in her washing. After rinsing off the shower
gel and drying herself, she applied "smoothing lotion" to her body while admiring
herself . Sometimes she would tilt her head back to look at her firm breasts, sometimes she would bend down to touch her round, full buttocks. The more she looked, the more
confident she became, the more she felt she was a top-tier woman, one in a hundred.

After her bath, she put on her specially made casual clothes. These clothes were made of grayish-white silk fabric, with a low-
cut, short-sleeved top and a pencil skirt. Because of the low neckline and thin fabric, her red and black bra and red panties were faintly visible
. This was her favorite outfit, and she usually wore it at home.

We had just finished showering when there was a knock at the door. My wife went to unlock the door, and it was Old A.

"Why are you only coming now?"

"I went to the city. If I rushed over from there, I'd be too late to buy anything." Old A said, handing a plastic bag
to my wife. "I'm free today, so I'll have a drink with you two."

"Brother A! Sit here." I've started calling him Brother A at home, forcing
a smile as I spoke.

Old A seemed quite pleased with the title. He chuckled.

"Haven't been here for two months. You're a good brother, and the girl is a good girl too. I treat you like family!"
He started with this opening remark as soon as he sat down, his voice a little louder because he was in the room.

"Hehe, we remember how good you've been to us!" My wife said, handing Old A a cup of tea.

"Haha, I've always thought Brother A is a trustworthy person, a good guy!" I casually agreed. "

I'm relieved to hear that from you, brother. I was worried I'd be kicked out if I came too often!"

"Oh! Look at you, how could that be!" My wife said charmingly, sitting down next to Old A. Seeing her
coquettish demeanor, I felt a pang of jealousy, but I kept smiling.

"Brother! I brought two bottles of Wuliangye. We're free today, let's have a drink and chat."

"Okay! I'll go prepare it." I said, walking into the kitchen. While I was preparing the food, my wife let out
a . With my excellent hearing, I accurately caught the sound. Just as I was about to investigate, my wife
walked over, her face flushed. The first button of her shirt was undone, revealing a line of bright red against her fair skin. To hide her embarrassment,
she adjusted her hair while striking up a conversation with me.

"You're so clumsy, let me help you!" she said, her emotions still not calmed, her breasts still
heaving noticeably. It wasn't until five dishes—two cold and three hot—were placed on the table that my wife returned to normal.

I sat opposite Old A, with my wife in the middle. As soon as we sat down, Old A picked up the bottle and poured three glasses, keeping
one for himself and handing the rest to my wife and me.

"I'm not drinking, you two drink!" my wife said, trying to push the glass away.

"You're the lady of the house, how can you not drink? This wine is good for your skin and complexion. Haha, it also helps with the fun!"

From her voice, it was difficult for others to distinguish between "fun" and "sex." Old A cleverly used the
ambiguity to both persuade her to drink and to tease my wife. Old A, a smooth talker, noticed his wife giving him a knowing look before
smiling and accepting his glass.

From the very first glass, Old A displayed his uninhibited side.

"A cadre's work hours and leisure time are different. Cadres are human too, aren't they? The friend I met
before is a Party Secretary. You'd think a Party Secretary would be serious and dignified, right? But at the dinner table, he
was quite the chatterbox, very witty. Of course, haha, it's more fun with you guys than with him."

"Hehe, you're just being coy," his wife chuckled, lightly patting Old A's shoulder.

"You don't know. He told a joke at the dinner table that cracked everyone up."

"What joke? Tell us quickly," his wife urged.

Old A cleared his throat, deliberately adopting a serious expression. The story reflects a conversation between two women. They
were strolling aimlessly when a strong gust of wind suddenly blew by. Woman A said, "Wow, what a strong wind!" Woman B said, "How dangerous!

What if my skirt gets blown up?" Woman A then said, "Then I'll have to go home and change my pants!" The woman asked, "Shall we change into trousers?"

"Guess what woman A will answer?" Old A looked at my wife and me.

"She's probably afraid of showing too much skin, so she wants to change into trousers," my wife blurted out without hesitation.

"No, she wants to change into pretty underwear!" Old A deliberately raised his voice, mimicking a woman's expression and mannerisms.

"How annoying. Always making fun of women," my wife giggled, accepting the joke. Some say a woman's
genitals are directly connected to her soul. If a man develops special feelings for a woman,
initially accepts her upper body, but over time, he will inevitably desire her lower body. When a woman
offers her lower body, her feelings undergo a qualitative leap. At first, I didn't believe this,
but seeing my wife and Old A's expressions and actions, I believed it.

"Haha, have you heard of the four great joys and sorrows of life?" Not wanting to spoil the fun, I started a conversation to
join in .

"What joys and sorrows? Tell me, brother."

"The first joy is passing the imperial examination, the second sorrow is being named after someone else; the second joy is rain after a long drought, the third sorrow is the rain continuing; the third joy
is meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the third sorrow is the old friend asking for money; the
fourth joy is the wedding night, the fourth sorrow... haha!" I paused deliberately, waiting for both of them to turn their attention to me. Then I slowly said, "The fourth sorrow is
the wedding night, being unable to get an erection!"

"Haha, brother, that's a good joke! Sexy but not lewd. Good! Good!" Old A clapped his hands exaggeratedly twice.
"For your good joke, brother, I'll toast you!" He then downed his drink in one gulp. I followed suit and finished
my drink .

"Brother! From now on, your business is my business. Come on! If you acknowledge me as your brother, let's have another
drink !" Old A said, raising his glass.

"Don't let him drink. He can't outdrink you!" His wife tried to stop him.

"Women shouldn't meddle in men's business, haha, I'm just here today to have a good drink and chat with Brother A!"

I knew in my heart that Brother A had already had a drink once, so there was no need to be afraid of him today.

After drinking a second cup with him, we had both drunk three cups. During this time, my wife also told some anecdotes about her new
workplace , and the atmosphere in this small drinking party for the three of us was warm and harmonious.

"Brother A, my husband and I have always regarded you as a friend and family. Thank you for taking care of us." I
toasted him. My wife handed the wine to Brother A.

"Sister, if you say that, you should be punished. You're not honest, sometimes you're just not honest with your brothers."

Brother A then said a lot of high-sounding words like a gangster, and declined to drink. I hurried
to join him , and my wife and I drank with him. He had no choice but to drink. Because I drank too fast, I coughed violently
, and two drops of water spilled from the corner of my eye.

"Ouch! Why are you being so stubborn!" my wife complained, and got up to massage my back.

"Stop drinking! I'm getting a bit of a headache too." Old A said, putting two pieces of food into my bowl.
"Brother, eat some food to calm down!"

"It's okay. The alcohol just went astray. Haha, it went astray." My unintentional remark made
Old A pause for a moment. He quickly recovered.

"I've choked on my liquor before, drink more water, it'll pass in a bit." He chuckled dryly, quickly using other words to cover up
his panic.

Although I hadn't drunk too much, my head was already throbbing, and my face felt a little hot. Also, to give them some
time , I pretended to be drunk and said to Old A, "Brother A, I can't go on, I'm going to lie down for a while. Let her have
a couple more drinks with you!"

"Your face is red. Go and rest. I can't stay here either, let my sister-in-law massage my head for a bit, then I'll leave."
Old A continued what I was saying. I knew he wasn't being honest. But I didn't want
to expose . I remained silent, simply waving goodbye and stumbling
into my master bedroom. My wife followed me into our bedroom. She made me tea, pulled back the covers, and
quietly closed the door behind her.

I lay alone on the bed. Ah! It truly was a case of "a brocade quilt covering half the body, half idle." After my

wife left, I quietly got out of bed, gently turned the lock on the door, opened it a crack, and then lay back down.

I lay motionless, but my ears were constantly listening to the sounds outside.
The conversation outside had become much quieter, but I could still hear it intermittently.

"My brother has been detained by the police again. Can you help me think of a solution?" It was my wife's voice. I didn't know what
my brother-in-law had done this time. This time, my wife didn't tell me.

"Why?" Old A asked in surprise.

"He got into a fight, the police station wants him released and pay medical bills!" My wife sighed. My husband dislikes
this brother of mine the most, so I didn't dare tell him this time. She continued, "I'm afraid the injured person might use this opportunity to extort money!"

I listened intently, waiting for a while, but there was no response from Old A.

"Just help him one more time! I won't interfere if he causes trouble like this again," my wife said urgently.

"Hehe! You need a good mood to get things done," Old A chuckled from the other room.

"Aren't you in a good mood today?" My wife raised her voice eight octaves in confusion.

"Haha, how can I be in a good mood if you don't perform well?"

"Hehe, I see you! You're full of filth," my wife laughed, scolding him. Then came a rustling
sound.

"Don't—tear it—mmm," my wife uttered in a sweet, coquettish voice.

I could imagine the allure she exuded at that moment. Her sweet, coquettish voice made my heart race, my blood rush,
and I was wide awake.

"You're wet down there," Old A whispered.

"I'll go check on him, I'll be right back," my wife said softly, but I still heard her.

She quietly came to my side. Through the corner of my eye outside the bedroom, I saw that she wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas
. She called my name softly twice, but I didn't respond. Then she quietly closed the door and left. Our house
wasn't very soundproof; any noise could be heard from elsewhere.

First, I heard the rushing sound of water flushing from the bathroom, then the slam of the door, followed by my wife's
excited "Mmm." Hearing these clearly purposeful sounds, my heart nearly leaped into my throat
. Later, everything quieted down. But the images of Old A and my wife kept haunting my mind.
Several times wanted to open the door to see what they were doing. I gently turned the lock, then turned it back.

That night, I repeated this action three times. Sometime later, a light rain began to fall outside, the raindrops
pattering on the banana leaves. On the night of Qixi Festival, a light rain fell. Was this rain truly the tears of the Cowherd and the Weaver
Girl ? I didn't know, but lying in bed, the sound
of raindrops outside and the ticking of the clock beside me reminded me of the creaking of the bed. At that moment, my heart was also raining, making me feel sometimes
excited and sometimes sad. Alas! I was giving my wife a lover! But how many people could understand such an action? Thinking of
this, my heart was wet, and my eyes were wet too.

I don't know what time I fell asleep, nor do I know what time Old A left. That night, we didn't
do what most people imagine—a threesome. Doing such an activity would definitely require overcoming a psychological barrier, but is that barrier
easy to overcome?

Four days after Qixi Festival, on a whim, I wanted to check the novel I kept under the bed. But the novel and
the videotape were nowhere to be found. After I pressed her repeatedly, my wife finally revealed that it belonged to her fellow villager, Little K. It turned out to be Little K's; he asked
my wife to keep it, and later, when he was transferred, he took it. I remember my wife's expression was still somewhat
flustered when she mentioned the name "Xiao K," but I didn't ask any further questions. Sigh! He's gone now; let bygones be bygones!

My beloved wife's love life ends here.

This is truly: Several romantic affairs, a dream on paper

. [The End]

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