【When the Silk Wife Under the Sycamore Tree No Longer Belongs Only to Me】(01) Author: ShareMyWife

Author: sharemywife
Word Count: 47461

Chapter 1:

A Turning Point in My Fate

"Come on, let's plant saplings together with your little sister, Ah Xin." A slightly overweight, casually dressed
middle-aged man in a t-shirt and slippers handed me a shovel and led me to his backyard carrying a bucket of water
.

Not far away, a little girl of about seven or eight years old held a small shovel just like mine. She was already sweating profusely
, wearing a white sundress covered in mud, and even her pretty little face was covered
in sweat and specks of mud, looking cute yet somewhat disheveled. She seemed happy to see me, wiping
her sweat with the back of her hand and waving at me, "Brother Jiancheng!"

I waved back, went over to support the sapling, and together we shoveled away the soil,
planting the sycamore sapling little by little. Of course, we were only 7 or 8 years old back then, so we didn't have much strength.
Most of the work was done by the adults, that little girl's father. But
the image of me and that little girl planting the sapling together is still frozen in that nearly 20-year-old photo, so sweet.

And that little girl is now my wife, Ah Xin.

Almost 20 years have passed. The sycamore sapling we planted together has grown to more than 10
meters tall. The somewhat overweight middle-aged man from back then is now my father-in-law. The sizable
detached house with its own yard that was newly built back then is now 20 years old and has become my and Ah
Xin's home.

Looking back now, my wife and I have shared countless wonderful moments, and the sweet things we did together are too numerous
to reminisce about . But this particular tree in our backyard holds a special place in our hearts. It's
like a witness to our love and family bond, growing alongside us day and night,
witnessing our lives, our growth, our love, our
marriage, the birth of our daughter, our family, and everything in between.

Our wedding, our holidays, our leisure time—countless beautiful moments seem
inseparable from this sycamore tree we planted hand in hand. Why is that?
Let me explain. First, let me introduce myself.

This is my first time writing my story.

However, half of this piece isn't written by me, but by my wife, Xin. As a grown
man, I already have a lot to do at work, and besides enjoying life, I don't have much time
or the delicate touch of my wife to write. So, I'll provide the framework, and my
wife , while I'll make the revisions. Of course, whether she can finish writing it or abandon it depends on her.

Actually, we originally planned to write it as a diary, because my story is quite different from those of our predecessors;
mine is based on true events. Before, I only knew how to read the works of our predecessors—exciting and thrilling. Thinking about my
own wife, I often couldn't help but reach into my pants and touch myself. Until one time, my wife
was unintentionally typing on her keyboard, and wanting to relax, she lay down in her chair and reminisced
about unconsciously typed a few lines into a document and experienced a strange kind of pleasure. More and more
of these lines ended up as scattered essays. Today, encouraged by a great author on a forum, we pieced together
our story into a short, slightly erotic story. We hope our readers will give it a try and support us.
Thank you in advance!

So, since it's based on true events, there won't be any overly bizarre or outlandish plots, as life
is quite stable. However, since it's a bit erotic, my wife and I, as first-time authors
, naturally know we need to embellish it a bit. She said she thinks it's about 60% true, so there will definitely be
some exaggeration. Of course, since my wife and I don't live in China, there will be some interesting and unusual things that happen abroad,
which I believe will make our readers in China a little skeptical, which isn't surprising.

Speaking of my wife, I'll call her Qingxin here; that's the name she chose for herself while writing. Of course,
we can't use her real name or nickname; even though we're abroad, we still need to respect basic privacy. As for
why she chose that name, I have some guesses, but I won't say.

I'm from Guangdong, born in Guangdong but not raised there. I lived in Guangdong for a short time, and then immigrated to the United States when
I have been living there ever since. My wife's situation is more complicated. She is Tibetan,
but she doesn't speak Tibetan. Her father, who is also my father-in-law, is a native Tibetan. Many years ago
, he came to the United States through some means. I heard it was quite difficult, and it took him a long time to get legal status before he
could finally settle down. However, at that time, my father-in-law was not married, but he got together with an Australian woman
. As a result, she became pregnant, and the woman refused to abort the child, so she gave birth to the baby girl, who is now my beloved wife, Xin. My
current mother-in-law is Chinese, and she is my stepmother. So my wife is actually a Tibetan-Australian mixed-race person in the United States.

Although my wife, Axin, was born in the United States,
my father-in-law was busy with business at the time. The court awarded custody of the infant Axin to him. He wasn't married to my mother-in-law yet, so he didn't have the time or
anyone to care for her. He decided to take Axin back to his relatives in China. During
those years when he was focused on his business, my wife grew up in China until she was seven. His business finally stabilized
, and he brought Axin to the United States. That same year, I also came to the US with my family.
Our home was less than 30 meters from Axin's, in the same neighborhood.

Her background is quite unique, and her experiences are probably unlike anything most viewers have encountered. Being of mixed race
gives her a beautiful face, somewhat resembling the young actress Wang Yan. She possesses a gentle yet spirited beauty, and
her petite frame and every movement exude the reserved grace characteristic of Chinese beauties. The foreign
blood she carries also gives her a touch of ethereal, otherworldly charm. Especially in China, my wife
wasn't . The kindergarten kids back then probably didn't know what mixed-race was, but they all knew
she was unusual. Some mischievous kids even called her a monster. You could tell at a glance she looked
different from her classmates; the most obvious difference was in her face and clothing. My wife's face was noticeably different from the others.
Girls her age have more defined facial features, and their rounded noses are more prominent—the kind of delicate beauty with a touch of masculinity I'm talking about.
Because her father, a businessman in the US, was relatively well-off, she dressed fashionably from a young age, unlike
the sloppy and unfashionable style of her peers. The only regret might be that my wife didn't inherit her
mother's blue eyes.

Moreover, according to my wife, some children in her class and a few parents in other classes knew that her

father was in the US, which made her relationships with other children a little complicated. There were definitely flatterers,
jealous people, and some who were too young to understand. But there's one person I have to mention
at the beginning of this chapter: my wife's ex-boyfriend.

Yes, my wife's ex-boyfriend. Although my wife and I came to the US in the same year and grew up
playing together, our relationship was like that of a brother and sister. I always treated her like my younger sister,
and she always treated me like her cousin and playmate. We maintained this relationship for over a decade.
Looking back
understandnow . I was confused and didn't know what kind of liking it was—friendship,
a faint, non-blood-related affection, or love? At around ten years old, we didn't know these things. It wasn't

until high school, when my wife, Xin, and I went to the same school, that I heard
Xin had a boyfriend. Suddenly, a huge pang of jealousy rose within me. From that year on, every time I
saw her, I felt incredibly uncomfortable, as if she was rightfully mine. It wasn't until someone
announced she was his girlfriend that I understood love isn't given away for free; it requires effort, expression, and
commitment.

Xin had a boyfriend from the beginning of high school, a Chinese man named Bing. The distance between us
grew further and further. I even stopped going to see her. During my four years of high school in America, I
secretly , watching the girl I'd played with since I was seven or eight years old
being held hands with other boys, watching them gaze at each other with deep affection. I watched the
girl who had been with me throughout my childhood and elementary and middle school being held hands with another boy, having her first kiss stolen. For the first time, I cried because of a girl.

At that time, my wife didn't understand why I would get angry with her. One conflict after another gradually distanced our relationship
. She didn't know that after each argument, I secretly followed her and watched her
holding hands and kissing other boys, heartbroken.

However, things took a turn after high school graduation. My wife's ex-boyfriend, Abing,
had to . From then on, my wife was forced to separate from Abing. They maintained a long-distance relationship by phone for six months,
but ultimately, it didn't work out and they broke up.

I remember passing by her house, curiously approaching the outside of her room. I heard her
crying . I mustered my courage, stood outside the window, and shouted to her, "Ah Xin, my little sister!! Will you be my girlfriend?!"

My face was red, and my throat felt increasingly dry. There was silence in her room for a while. After about 10
minutes, I finally saw her still-beautiful face peeking out from behind the screen window, her hair disheveled.
She shouted at me, "Get out!"

I suppressed my inner impulse, unable to tell if it was sadness or indignation, and just stood there dumbly.
After another 5 minutes, she peeked out again, glanced at me, and said, "Come in."

She didn't open the door for me; I pushed the door open and entered her home myself. She had her hair tied up in a mess, wearing loose
pajamas, and tear stains were still faintly visible on her face. Her pitiful yet sexy appearance was both heartbreaking
and stunning.

I peeled an orange for her, and she took it, played with it for a while, and then took a bite.
Neither of us said a word, and the atmosphere was awkward.

I took a deep breath, looked at her backyard, and said, "That sycamore tree has grown so tall
."

"Yes, it's been over ten years."

"Yeah, we planted it together when we were little."

"Hmm..."

"..."

"..."

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I mustered my courage and repeated to her, but this time I saw her face flush
red, and she didn't respond for a long time.

"Don't think about Abing anymore, okay? We grew up together." "

But...you've always treated me like a little sister."

"But I don't want to anymore. Seeing you with Abing...I...I'm jealous...I like you
..." I stammered, my heart pounding. As I spoke, I kept looking at
the sycamore tree outside the window, not daring to look at Axin. For just a second, I glanced lightly at her face; her flushed
face was filled with undisguised joy.

I smiled with genuine joy, boldly and quickly opening my arms to embrace her tightly. She
visibly gasped, resting her chin on my shoulder, but slowly returned the embrace.

"Silly husband, why didn't you confess to me sooner? You wouldn't have wasted four years of my high school life.
How are you going to make it up to me?" she asked playfully, sipping her red wine, her face flushed.

"Hehe, well... um. Hehe, I was shy. I was only 15 in my first year of high school, how could I know so much?"

I explained, pouring my wife another glass of red wine.

Today is our wedding anniversary. Our family is different from others; as soon as I got off work, I
set up a table in our backyard under the sycamore tree we planted together, with plates, bowls, and red wine. I looked at the little dolls and wind chimes
we used to hang on the tree
, now high up on branches I couldn't reach, adorned with strings of colorful lights. Beneath the tree, a simple yet exquisite
dinner, prepared by my wife, was laid out with fresh flowers, and on the window nearby was the "I love
you" sign—it was me, it was her.

My wife and I have been married for six or seven years now. We got married right after graduating from university.
When did we start dating? Logically, after university, but we both believe
that perhaps we began our romantic relationship when we first met, when we were six or seven years old.

After graduation, I naturally went to work for my father-in-law's company, and now I'm a senior manager.
The situation was alright, and my wife, despite being the daughter of the company's CEO, was still willing to work
as my assistant in my department. To be honest, I was quite touched. We had a daughter not long after our marriage,
and now she's over four years old. However, this is when things happened.

Flowers, colorful lights, endless "I love you," and the sycamore tree we planted together,
like a guardian of our home, a witness to our love.

"Cheers! To our home, to our love!" I raised my glass, looking gently but firmly
at beautiful wife with light makeup.

She pursed her lips and raised her glass as well, "To my beloved husband, to our precious child!"

Clink~ With the clinking of glasses, we drank it all in one gulp.

My wife drank, but she drank more today than on previous anniversaries; her face was
flushed, as if it were about to burst with blood. Until she finally couldn't drink anymore, she pulled my hand and leaned on the table
, weakly whispering, "Honey, come sit with me, hug me..."

I put down my wine glass, got up, and picked her up, letting her sit on my lap in my arms.
I put one arm around her shoulder; her breath was warm and slightly alcoholic, a truly captivating scent.
Her long, smooth, black hair brushed against my arm, making my heart flutter. But what she said next immediately
calmed me down.

"Honey..."

"Hmm?"

"Honey..."

"What is it? Is there something you want to say?"

She nodded.

"Say it, what could it be?"

She shook her head again, heavily intoxicated, and leaned into my arms, her eyes half-closed, her long eyelashes fluttering
with the movement of her eyelids.

I kissed her smooth forehead. "What's wrong? Is something difficult?"

"It's very difficult..."

"Is there something you can't tell your husband? Do you think I can't handle it?"

"Anyone can tell... I'm just afraid of you..."

"Afraid of me?"

She didn't reply, remaining silent. Then, she slightly opened her eyes, lying in my arms looking at the starry
sky, at the colorful lights I had put up for our love lock, at the sycamore tree we planted swaying
gently , and at my comforting face. Finally, she slowly said to me, "A-Bing is in America
. He texted me to see me."

My wife's text message contained explosive news. Her first love, A-Bing,
had gone to university in China after graduating from high school and was now working for a foreign company, doing very well. In early 2010, he received
a big order and was sent by his company to America to negotiate the business. It was in San Francisco, less than an hour
's drive from here.

I had noticed something was off about my wife's demeanor before, but her behavior
reassured . She tried her best to hide her surprise and joy, and deliberately didn't want
me to know or notice. I knew she was conflicted. She had kept it from me for a long time, until our wedding
anniversary, when, fueled by alcohol, she finally couldn't hold back and told me. But she didn't say much, just
mentioned it casually.

It would be a lie to say she no longer cared about Abing; if she didn't care, she wouldn't have such complicated
feelings. It's also my fault. I grew up playing with this little girl next door since she was seven or eight, until she
was in her first year of high school when someone else made the first move, letting her experience love for the first time. I
wonder in high schools in China for those of you reading this. I've heard it's considered puppy love. In American high schools
, although sexual relationships are explicitly forbidden, in reality, even if something happens, it's not considered surprising. Dating and
kissing are perfectly normal.

Honestly, ever since I found out about this, my jealousy has resurfaced. However, I quickly tried to
understand my wife. After all, Abing was her first love, and they were together for four years. If she
didn't have any lingering feelings for this ex-boyfriend, wouldn't that make her seem heartless? It's precisely because she still remembers someone
who was good that a truly kind and compassionate girl should show such feelings. Otherwise, shouldn't I be more
worried about my wife's perceived heartlessness?

After thinking it over for many days, I finally couldn't help but say to her, "It's okay, go find Abing.
He's only in the US for two months on business anyway, and he'll be leaving after that. Our lives
can continue as usual."

"What?! Honey, you're not kidding, are you?"

My wife naturally reacted very strongly at first. During that time, she was quite distracted at home and at work.
Every night when we got home, we would talk and chat for a long time until very late before finally going to sleep. At that
time , I hadn't even encountered the world of traditional courtyard houses, and I didn't understand myself as well as I do now. I kept
urging my wife to seize this opportunity. Abing was only coming to America for two months, partly because of
myself —those of you who know the story of Abing should understand—and partly because of my wife. She was
clearly still hung up on him, yearning for him. Abing's visit stirred up a storm
in her heart. She was thinking about him every day but pretending to be indifferent, which made me very uncomfortable. I thought it best to let them have this chance
.

Actually, I was quite confident that I could let my wife rekindle her romance with her ex-boyfriend.
Why? First, my wife, Xin, and I have known each other since we were six or seven years old. We played together, went to school together, grew up
together, and have had so many ups and downs, arguments and sweet moments over the years. Our relationship is even
stronger than many long-married couples. Second, Abing was only coming to America for two months. I had confirmed this with someone.
Due to business, he had to leave after two months, no matter how well his work went. Third, my wife and I already
have a three-year-old daughter.

Finally, my wife couldn't contain her passion any longer. She kept asking me all night if I would leave her if
she something happened between them. Actually, when she asked me that, I knew she already
had something on her mind—she wanted to rekindle the relationship she'd been forced to end with her ex-lover.

But wasn't that exactly what I was thinking? If nothing happened between them, what was the point of their meeting? I understood her feelings.
What's there to worry about? The truth is, America is a diverse country with a mix of races and a complex mix of customs and cultures. There are significant cultural differences
between , so it's not as open as people think. Especially for
Chinese people like my wife and me, or at least half-Chinese, she must be feeling a mix of longing, anxiety, and conflicting emotions. And
I feel the same way.

We talked about this for over a month, from initial tension and awkwardness to eventually
laughing about it myself. I had to treat it as a joke with my wife, otherwise it would be
awkward and make her even more worried and anxious. However, if she kept it bottled up,
the lingering feelings and nostalgia for her ex-boyfriend would be unbearable for me. So our
discussion about this matter started as an exchange of ideas, with me offering my opinion, then I suggested she go find Abing
to end that relationship, and finally, I was genuinely begging her, saying, "Honey, I'm begging you, if you still
think about him, then go. You're always like this, your face is all bottling up your feelings, but you can't let go of them. You're absent-minded during the day
and toss and turn at night
. You're really driving me crazy. I don't blame you or complain about you, I just ask you to put our family first. For this last
month, you can do whatever you want. After this month, you'll still be my beloved wife, okay?" After saying that,
I forced a strange smile with an extremely aggrieved expression, which amused my wife.

As soon as I said that, my wife couldn't sit still any longer. She pinched me and laughed, "Haha, okay,
so that's what you think. I'm so sorry, I don't know why. I've liked you since I was little,
but after all, I was with him." She hugged me, rested her chin on my shoulder,
breathed warm air into my ear, and whispered, "Honey, I'm sorry. I know no matter how hard I try not to care, I
can't sever those feelings. If you really don't mind me going to him, if something happens between us, you can
punish me however you want, but I hope you can still love me like you do now."

I nodded, gave her a deep hug, and kissed her cheek deeply.

That day, she spent a long time getting ready, choosing clothes, putting on makeup. Her anxious and worried look reminded me of
how she looked when we first went on our date. I couldn't help but walk behind her. She noticed me,
turned around, and smiled at me shyly. That day, we surprisingly spoke very little. I deliberately didn't want to
talk to her too much, afraid she'd be too nervous, afraid she'd overthink things, and also afraid I'd say the wrong thing. I watched her leave,
and from a distance, I saw her turn back to look at our house at the corner of the complex.

I waved to her, signaling her to go on. She lowered her head, pondered for a moment, turned slightly, blew
me a kiss from afar, and then disappeared from sight.

That day, I truly had indescribable feelings. It was real; I genuinely watched my wife, dressed beautifully
and with makeup on, go to see her ex-boyfriend. A heavy, heavy sadness welled up inside me, along with an
indescribable impulse—more intense and real than any novel I'd read later that stirred me.

That was also the first time, before I even experienced a traditional courtyard house, that I imagined my beloved wife being stripped naked by another
man , pinned down and having her skin caressed. I imagined another man's penis penetrating my wife's
vagina and masturbated incessantly. I was so excited, my whole body trembled. An unprecedented
fantasy instantly filled my mind, and I ejaculated an unprecedentedly large amount.

That evening, around 8 pm, my wife came home. It turned out she and Abing had gone out for the afternoon to catch up.
My wife said the atmosphere was quite awkward; she was happy, of course, but the feeling wasn't quite what she
had imagined . They both seemed quite nervous and reserved. That evening, Abing and my wife went out
for dinner together, and then Abing took my wife home.

To be honest, I felt a little regretful, maybe more than just a little.

However, things quickly improved. In the following month, Abing took the initiative to ask my wife out, and my
wife as I had suggested, kept it a secret from Abing, saying that I, her husband, didn't know about their rendezvous. Finally, around the fourth day,
my wife still hadn't come home by midnight. It wasn't until after 1 a.m. that I finally heard a noise at the door.
I rushed to open it and saw that my wife looked exhausted, her face flushed. She kept her head down, not looking at me, and didn't
even step inside. She just held her small bag in her hands, without saying a word.
She glanced at me furtively, pursed her lips, and then looked down again.

She looked like a cute little child who had done something wrong. I already knew what was going on. I cleared my throat, scratched
my ear , and said to her, "You and him... did it?"

She was silent for a moment,

then nodded. Silence spoke volumes. I clearly remember that day when I saw her nod in response; my heart skipped
a beat , a really, really, really fast beat, a really loud beat, and even my head was buzzing.

I swept my wife up in a princess carry, slammed the door shut, and tossed her onto the
bed. She looked utterly shocked, curling up in the corner. I ripped off my clothes and
began kissing her face and caressing her smooth skin.

"Ah! Husband! What are you doing!" she cried out.

I ignored her screams, violently and quickly tearing off her sundress. Looking at the familiar
yet , that unfamiliar, first-time-experience-like feeling
made my mouth dry. For the first time, without foreplay or any consideration, I thrust my hard, erect penis
into my wife's vagina.

"Ah!! It hurts! Husband…"

I thrust a few times, and her cries of pain only fueled my frenzy. My voice trembled as I asked, "Did
Ah Bing fuck you today?"

Tears welled in her eyes as she nervously endured my thrusts.

I knew she was a little frightened, so I patiently slowed down, took a deep breath, and said, "Tell me,
tell me, I want to hear."

"Honey... what's wrong with you?"

I leaned down and bit my wife's earlobe, my breath hot against her ear
, making her shiver. "I don't know, I'm so excited, I really want to know what you did, tell
me, okay?"

"Honey... oh~... you're so hard... so excited... what's wrong with you?"

"Tell me quickly, I want to know, did you get laid by Abing tonight?"

I bit her earlobe, her almond-shaped eyes slightly closed, she swallowed hard, nodded shyly and said to me,
"Hmm...hmm..."

My heart skipped a beat again, I thrust my hips a few times, feeling my penis constantly moving inside her
vagina , the foreskin of my penis rubbing rapidly against the bumps on her vaginal flesh, she finally
let out two loud "oh oh" sounds, clearly feeling her vagina gradually becoming wet.

I bit her lips and kissed her passionately for about ten seconds. Our breaths were hot, and I could almost smell
her ex-boyfriend Abing's breath on her mouth. I asked her, "Did Abing kiss you on the lips too?"

This time, she didn't hesitate and nodded quickly, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Yes, he kissed me
for a long time, kissing my lips while he was fucking me."

Hearing my wife say this, I clearly felt my penis throb under the warmth of her vaginal muscles
. I quickly thrust in and out a couple of times to relieve the urge. "Tell me more, tell me how he fucked you?"

My wife's face turned even redder. Looking at me excitedly kissing her lips with my hot breath, she smiled
shyly and turned her head away. "Um…no, I'm shy…"

"Won't talk? I'll fuck you until you do!" With that, the sound of splashing water filled the room. I thrust
harder and faster, my glans constantly pulling in and out, rubbing against my wife's vaginal
flesh. She became increasingly wet, and her hands, which were wrapped around me, trembled. Her little head, which I was biting and kissing,
kept tilting back, uttering incomprehensible moans.

"Honey~ Honey~ Oh... I'll tell you... Slow down... I've been fucking him for over two hours
and it's starting to hurt... Slow down... Oh... Hmm..."

"Two hours? How many times did you do it?"

she whispered. "How would I know... I only know... I only know he... he came at least four times."

"Four times?! You did it four times in a row?! That's half an hour each time! He lasts that long?!"

"Ah... It was okay at first, but after he came twice, it lasted a long time... Hmm... Honey~ Later he
was exhausted, and he wanted me to stay and sleep with him."

"Hehe, so why did you come back?"

"Hmm... I just didn't want to leave you."

"Oh, so, excluding my influence, you were thinking of staying to
sleep with him tonight, weren't you?"

My wife didn't answer, turning her face away shyly, but the blush on her fair face was clearly visible to me.

"Hmm? Tell me, is that right?"

"Hmm...no."

"Tell me, I want to hear it!"

"Then...honey, do you want the truth or something nice?"

"The truth!" I said firmly.

She hesitated and nodded, then kissed me on the lips with a hot breath.
"I want to! I want to sleep with him...hmm~ smack...honey~ don't blame me, okay...smack..."

"I don't blame you! smack...tsk...smack...tell me, what's his penis like?"

"Hmm~ you're so annoying! Why do you even want to know this?"

"I just want to know, tell me."

"Hmm...it's just...just a penis."

"Is it long?"

"It's okay."

"What do you mean 'okay'? How much longer is it than his?"

"It's...longer...about half a finger longer than yours, honey." Hearing this, my heart ached,
but it quickly turned into pleasure, making me unconsciously thrust in and out quickly twice, causing my wife

to shout "Hmm!" twice.

"How thick is it?"

"About the same as you..."

"Who enjoys it more, me or you?"

"Honey, are you jealous?"

I didn't answer, just continued rhythmically thrusting, my face pressed against my wife's, waiting for her answer.

She pouted and quickly replied, "Both are very comfortable!"

My heart ached again! With a forceful thrust, I twisted and turned a few times inside her vagina. My wife's mouth opened into an "O"
shape, and she let out a long, loud "Oh...ah...husband...husband...oh...you...you're jealous~
If you thrust any harder, you're jealous, haha~ Hmm..."

She continued, "It really feels good, but a large part of it is because of the novelty. I've lived for
24 years and never touched anyone's penis except yours. This is the first time someone other than you has penetrated me...it feels
...both scary and exciting...and it's someone I used to like...husband, am I detailed enough?

Oh..."

"Do you want to go again?"

"Huh?"

"I'm asking if you want to go see your ex-boyfriend again."

She released her small hands from my neck and grabbed a pillow from the side to cover her flushed face.
"If I said yes, how would you feel?"

"Excited, just like you!" With that, I thrust faster a couple more times. "If you go see him again tomorrow,
you're not allowed to sleep with him overnight."

"Haha, you're just jealous. If you're jealous, why are you so excited? Look at you today, oh... look at how excited you are
today ."

"It's fun for a moment, but you have to understand you're my wife, not his girlfriend. You're just
friends with benefits at most."

My wife stared at me, stared at me, nodded, put down the pillow, hugged me again, and slowly, slowly,
pressed her lips to mine. "Don't worry, I know I still have a family. He and I are in the past. Actually,
we didn't do anything today..."

"Huh?" I was suddenly dumbfounded when I heard this.

My wife looked at my dumbfounded face and burst out laughing. She punched me in the chest with her small fist
. "Idiot! After having dinner with Abing, it was past 8 o'clock. After he dropped me off at the door, I didn't
come back . I went out for a walk by myself for a while... Hahaha, honey, what's with that expression?"

I was still dumbfounded, feeling that my IQ had been deeply insulted. I stood there blankly for a while,
not knowing what to say.

"Honey...you're such a pervert! I was really scared. I just wanted to see how you'd react if I said
that , but I never expected...oh!!..."

Before my wife could finish, I thrust my hips forward, my hard penis plunging in again with all my might.
I thrust into my wife's cunt! Her lower abdomen arched upwards with force, her eyes closed, and she cried out, her brows furrowed
.

"Hmph! You dare lie to me! Tonight, Abing should fuck you to death, you liar!" With that, I
thrust my hips again, rapidly pumping my penis in and out of my wife's cunt.

My wife wrapped her arms around my neck, her almond-shaped eyes half-closed, her tender flesh trembling with each thrust
, her breasts heaving up and down like two water balloons. "Aww
…husband, husband…you're so excited, is it just that you want to see Abing and me making love? Hmm…hmm
…oh…"

"Yes! You big liar, if Abing asks you out again tomorrow, you'll let him fuck you, okay?!" I
panted heavily.

"Okay, oh... um... honey, why do you want to see Abing and me... and me... making love?"

"I just want to!"

"Then... oh... I'll bring him home and do it for you, okay?"

"No!"

"Then you won't be able to see it..."

"Tell me when you're done!"

"Haha, you're just too proud, oh!... honey... so good... um..."

My wife's words reassured me and touched me a little; she was still quite rational. For the next two weeks,
my wife, Axin, was picked up by her ex-boyfriend, Abing, almost every day. My wife would
come home around 7 or 8 pm, or at the
latest
. Surprisingly, they didn't do anything. Until Abing had only two days left in the US, my wife hadn't come home by 3 am on the night before Abing boarded his plane back to China. I called her cell phone worriedly, and after a while, she finally answered.

"Hello? Honey?" My wife's voice sounded very languid. I knew she had
been picked up by Abing when she left that day, and she must be with Abing now. But it's already 3 a.m., what
... what are they doing together?

"Honey... where are you? It's past 3 and you're still not home." I pretended not to know.

"Um... me, oh, I... I'm at a friend's house. Did you miss me?"

"I was worried about you, not coming home so late."

"Um... slurp... I'll be back in a bit, don't worry, honey, um slurp..."

I heard a series of slurping sounds from my wife's end. I didn't expect her to be so bold, but maybe
Abing was doing it on purpose. On my end, I felt a burning sensation in my hands and mouth, and I couldn't help but
touch my slightly hard penis through my crotch. My mind was filled with everything
that might , and I was somewhat certain that at this moment, this time, my wife might really have
been stripped naked and held in the arms of her ex-boyfriend Abing.

"Drinking a beverage? Drink less, it's high in calories and you'll gain weight," I said to my wife, pretending to be serious.

"Mmm...don't worry, honey, it's pretty good, mmm...it's skim fat~" my wife replied
, a hint of smirk clearly in her voice.

My heart was itching with desire, so I deliberately didn't hang up. "What kind of drink? Bring me one back too?"

"Hmm... Oh no, we're out. Otherwise... I'll bring the remaining half bottle back for you to try?

Hmm!..."

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"Ouch... Hmm... I got bumped into, damn it!"

"Your girlfriends are still playing."

"Yeah, hmm... Haha, they... are having a blast, hmm... be gentle...

"

"What happened?"

"My friends pinched me... Honey, I have to go now, I'll stay with them a little longer and then I'll go back, okay?
Hmm... I'll hang up now..."

"Okay, don't stay out too late." My heart was pounding. I didn't know if my wife was doing it
on purpose or accidentally, but her phone wasn't turned off immediately. It was as if it had been carelessly tossed aside,
allowing me to overhear her conversation with Abing.

"Ouch...you bastard, how dare you do this to me while I'm on the phone with my husband~ Oh...um...

slurp...and kissing...slurp slurp slurp...um..."

"Haha, what are you afraid of? I'm leaving in 3 or 4 days. Even if your husband finds out I slept with you, he
can't do anything about it!"

"Oh!!...gentle...gentle...it hurts...oh...it feels good...um slurp...slurp...you're so
annoying. What am I going to do if you leave?"

"If you're really worried about your husband finding out about your affair, come back to China with me."

"Go to hell! Oh...okay...it feels good...um...dream on. I'll give you what you want today. After today, I won't
serve you anymore."

"Then I'm going to fuck you good today! Come on, lean against me, let me squeeze your breasts and give you another shot."

"Hurry up...don't stay too late, my husband will worry...beep...beep...beep..."

To be honest, these few words I overheard by chance suddenly gave me a very bad impression of Abing.

Back when we were in the same high school, I never interacted with him and
knew nothing about his character or personality. But those few words he said on the phone really annoyed me, and this became the catalyst for
something big I did later.

Around 4 a.m., my wife finally came home. She slowly pushed open the door, and
even in the dim light, I could clearly see the exhaustion on her face. Unlike the flushed face she had when she lied to me last time, this time she looked genuinely
tired and embarrassed. I smiled and tugged at her arm. She tried to stand, but I pulled her
harder making her fall into my arms. I bent down and wrapped my arms around her thighs, and once again, I, like a princess, carried her
into our warm, loving nest.

"Honey, let me… let me take a shower first…" her voice was weak and pitiful, but she was
wrong. I had no intention of doing anything to her.

I ignored her and peeled off her clothes piece by piece, finally removing her bra, panties, and stockings,
leaving her completely naked on our bed. She seemed a little agitated and said to me, "Honey, wait a minute...

let me take a shower first, okay?"

I shook my head, pulled her into bed, covered her with the blanket, and turned off the bedside lamp. "Why bother showering? You
're not dirty. You must be tired. Go to sleep first and get a good night's rest. I'll give you the day off tomorrow
to rest at home, okay?"

I held her close, sensing her sobs in the darkness. I patted her shoulder repeatedly,
offering her my sincerest smile in the moonlight, occasionally gently stroking her nose. Finally, she fell into a deep
sleep .

For over a month, my wife and Abing went out to eat, shop, catch up, visit amusement parks,
bars , and cinemas. However, my wife only lost her virginity to Abing once, and she faithfully
never slept with him overnight. Whether this was true or not, I had to believe her. It was after this historic
event that my wife and I developed a secret. In the days that followed, I used the memory of that night with Abing as a pre-coital lubricant during every
sexual encounter with my
wife. I would constantly tease her, asking how Abing had penetrated her, and she would gradually recount the sensations of
Abing kissing and caressing her breasts, and finally, after Abing stripped her naked, having his penis inserted into her genitals
. Each time, listening to her evoked intense desire within me.

My wife quickly discovered that this gave me unexpected excitement; even my penis became harder
and longer-lasting than usual, and its recovery time became stronger and faster. Gradually, she no longer needed my teasing; instead, she would vividly
describe the scene of Abing having sex with her that day to seduce me. Even when I wasn't in a good mood,
she could still make me hard. In the end, I couldn't help but fall into her trap and satisfy her uniquely female lust.

But that's a story for later. The day after my wife lost her virginity to Abing, something unexpected happened.

At that time, Abing had finished all his business in the United States. My wife said that everything went smoothly. However,
just two days before Abing was to board the plane back to China, my wife told me something with a worried look on her face.
It turned out that in the two weeks prior, Ah Bing
had a long meeting with a foreign company here to discuss a contract. My wife had gone to see him that day, but he was engrossed in
business . She had to wait in the lobby of his company's US branch for a while. When Ah Bing
finished and came out to greet her, they were seen by some people who shouldn't have.

"Who saw you?" I asked.

My wife rolled her eyes at me, picked up her phone, tapped a few times, and held it up to me. It was a text
message : "Ah Xin, I'm begging you, just these last two days, okay? Uncle Ding is
also Chinese, a vice president of a company here in the US, and a business partner of ours for many years. If he
says one thing, I really can't say another. Although our contract is signed, if he's unhappy,
a single word says to my company could really hurt me. Just these last two days, just have dinner
and drinks with him. I'm not asking you to do anything else, I'm begging you this time, okay?" "He has a terrible temper. If he were
to impeach me at my company, I'd lose my job. Please, I beg you."

I finished reading, looking completely bewildered. My wife then explained, "This happened about a week ago.
When I went to see Abing, he was talking business with Uncle Ding. After they finished, Uncle Ding saw me and
started clinging to me. He thought I worked for Abing's company and kept asking me to go drinking with him and to KTV
. I thought he was just a lecherous old man, so I ignored him and didn't tell you, honey. But, well, Abing
got threatened by that lecherous old man and is now begging me to go drinking with them."

"Accompanying drinks?! What do they take you for? A street prostitute?" I was indignant, genuinely
unhappy. "That kid, Abing, listens to that old man like that?"

"Of course! You didn't see him like that. He was terrified of that old man. All I saw was him constantly
flattering and sucking up to him."

Actually, there have been quite a few men pursuing my wife, mostly Chinese,
but also a few foreigners. And all sorts of people and situations. Some fell in love at first sight. The bold ones would approach
my wife and ask for her phone number and ask to meet up, but my wife would politely refuse. The shyer ones
would try to get close to my wife and create some scenarios. Some were quite clumsy, like deliberately
dropping something in front of my wife hoping she would pick it up for them to start a conversation and make physical contact. My wife
had told me about these before, but this time was different.

"How old is that old man Ding? A white-haired old man with hemorrhoids all over his face?"

"No, not really. I heard from Abing that he's a little younger than his dad, around 50 years old. He looks alright
, quite tall and strong, doesn't look that old. His hair is very black, but it's obviously dyed."

"No, you can't go. Putting aside whether they have ulterior motives, this is an insult to your character.
Insulting you is like slapping me in the face. No way." I shook my head.

"I don't want to go either, but Uncle Ding seems powerful and influential. His men all
look very shrewd, standing behind that old man, they're so imposing. I'm afraid he might really
do Abing will lose his job, and that would be too serious a consequence." My wife said.

I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy. The thought of her treating me like a hostess and still caring for that Ah Bing was
too of a good thing, silly wife. "No way! She's treating you like a hostess and you're still
thinking about Ah Bing? What are you thinking? You can't go."

"It's not that," my wife said. "It's mainly that old man Ding. Ah Bing didn't do anything and was quite protective of me, but he
seems completely helpless against that old man Ding. After a week of this, he finally had to
beg me to agree to go host one last time." "They almost didn't sign the contract because of this," my wife added
.

"Ah?!" I was shocked. This old man surnamed Ding could actually ruin

a multinational cooperation agreement over such a small matter. Either he's made too much money, or his company is incredibly

powerful. Either way, it's a little scary. My father-in-law built his fortune
from scratch , and I'm a manager in his company, handling
all sorts of things, and I've never heard of anyone being this daring.

"Ah Bing said it'll be in the next couple of days?" I asked my wife.

"Yes, he even swore he'd protect me, haha." My wife couldn't help but laugh as she said this, "He said that

once he gets back to China in the next couple of days, everything will be off-limits to him, and I can ignore that old man

no matter what."

Hearing this, I felt nauseous again, and my dislike for Abing deepened. "Honey
, what do you think? Do you really want to help Abing?"

"I don't want to be too heartless. He didn't do anything wrong, but I'm also afraid."

I nodded. "Okay, I'll go with you."

"Huh?!" My wife was also surprised.

"I'll go with you to see what that old man dares to do to you. I, as your husband, will stand there, and you'll be there too.
The old man has no reason to blame Abing. With me here, you can rest assured."

After listening, my wife thought for a moment, nodded, and hugged my waist. "Then I'll leave it to you, honey.
Thank you."

"We've been together for over 20 years. How could I let you suffer?"

"Haha, over 20 years? We've been together since we were 5 or 6 years old, haven't we?"

"Isn't that right?"

"Sort of~ I love you~"

"Hehe."

The next day, Saturday evening, the sky was clear and bright. It was the weekend, and the streets were crowded and
bustling Abing and that old man Ding had arranged to meet at a restaurant in the city center.

Ah Xin wore light makeup today, without lipstick, but with a thin layer of lip balm, transparent and reflective,
making her look radiant. She spent a long time choosing an outfit. She originally planned to wear pants, but
then put them down and chose a skirt. Then she picked up pants again, comparing them back and forth. I said, "Just choose
a skirt. Wearing pants will make you look like you're going to a class reunion, too casual and informal." So she chose a bodycon
skirt, paired with nude pantyhose and black high heels.

"Honey, what do you think of my outfit?"

"Not bad, very pretty, formal yet sexy. It would look better if you unbuttoned one button at the
collar ; it would make you look more approachable."

"It's not just about whether it looks good or not. I don't want that old man to see me, but I can't dress too
casually, and I can't wear a skirt that's too flashy, lest I look like one of those wild women you call in at a restaurant. I
need to let him know what kind of person I am."

"Oh! The beautiful lady is here! Come, come, have a seat." Before Ah Bing could speak, the old man took off his sunglasses
and came over. At first glance, he was indeed as my wife Ah Xin had described: quite tall and strong, with
obvious wrinkles on his face, squinting eyes, not fat, and a rather square face, but wearing floral shorts, he didn't look like
someone who was out to discuss business at all. His hair was very black, short and styled with hair gel, with the bangs swept across his head.
His face though wrinkled, was taut, and he smelled of cologne from afar. But what struck me most
was his squinting smile; it was impossible to discern what he was looking at,
where he was looking, or what he was staring at from his eyes. It was as if the sunglasses he had just put on were completely unnecessary.

Ah Xin gave him a perfunctory smile, glancing around. The small private room contained seven people: an
old man , Ah Bing, two unfamiliar young men, and three… three prostitutes. This
instinctively disgusted me. Although I myself was a businessman under my father-in-law's
wing dealings still filled me with a deep aversion. Even in America, I couldn't escape this
disgusting pattern, especially in business dealings with fellow Chinese.

Seeing Abing only made me more embarrassed. It was like having someone who watched you wet your pants
, cry standing in front of you, ready to tell everyone your shameful secrets at any moment.
Every glance he gave me felt like endless mockery and ridicule. Every look seemed to tell
me that he had slept with my wife and that he had taken her first kiss. I wanted to turn my head away, but
at the same time, I also felt a slight sexual excitement.

I tried to appear calm, as if I knew nothing about it. I didn't look at Abing much, so much
so that I didn't even notice how he had changed since high school. When I saw him smile at me, I realized
he didn't know me at all. Back in high school, I never interacted with him and would even deliberately avoid him. Even
after my wife and I got married, he didn't know who I, Jiancheng, was. However, I still ignored him and gave him
a disdainful look .

Before Ah Xin could react, Old Man Ding had already pulled her to his side and forced her to sit down. Ah Bing, however, sat directly
opposite, his face full of incomprehension. He glanced at us but didn't say a word. But he was clearly
surprised by my arrival as well.

"Come, come, let me introduce you. This is Miss Qingxin, whom I mentioned to you all before. Is
n't as beautiful as her name suggests? I wasn't lying to you, was I? Her figure, looks, temperament, and
taste in clothing are all top-notch. It's such an honor for Miss Qingxin to grace us with her presence and have a drink with you all today, is
n't it How about a round of applause?"

Of the four men present, apart from Old Man Ding, who was wearing floral shorts and flip-flops, the other two and Ah Bing were all
dressed in suits ties. The old man's "how about a round of applause" was clearly not a question, but an order! Even Ah Bing had to
respond with applause, clapping his hands in a mock manner. The other two young men clapped and praised my wife
Ah Xin's beauty. However, I felt they were genuinely sincere. From their eyes,
the slight forward lean when they looked at my wife, and even the way they kept glancing at Ah Xin while drinking water, I could tell that
the other three girls in the private room were probably quite jealous.

"And who is this?" the old man noticed me and asked. Ah Xin quickly stood up. "Oh! This
is mine," I interrupted before she could finish, "I'm Ah Xin's friend. Ah Xin isn't good at socializing and
was a little scared to come out alone, so she asked me to come with her. If you all have other business to attend to, I can..."

Ah Xin was stunned. Her mouth gaped open, her eyes darted around, and her face was filled with
embarrassment . She even couldn't help but pinch my butt hard, but thankfully I managed to hold back my cry.

"Oh, since you're friends with our beautiful lady, then of course it's no problem. We don't have anything important to do
; we're just a group of people getting together to have some fun. Come on in, sit down, don't be shy. Everyone, today is a special
day. Although Lao Jiu isn't here, A Bing is. We've completed nearly 15 years of cooperation—a successful
and perfect cooperation! We're not just partners, but also friends.
I hope this mutually beneficial relationship, where we help each other in both career and life, can continue for a long time, generation after generation."
"Bing, you know I love making friends with young and capable people. Among all the people I know, you're
the best . These two, Zhen and Hui, have been working under me for five or six years.
They're Chinese who came to the United States to study in their early years, fluent in both Chinese and English, and their work ability is outstanding. They're also very good people. I like them very much.
In the future, you should give them more opportunities to develop and train them. I'm sure they'll be great assistants to you."

"No problem, no problem! Uncle Ding, you've definitely chosen the right people. It's my honor to bring in such young and capable
people , and it's an honor for our group."

"Haha, of course, what's even more gratifying today is that we have the most beautiful and
most Miss Qingxin, with us. Come on, this glass is for you, this glass is for
our cooperative relationship, and this glass is for me and your boss, Lao Jiu, who can't be here! Cheers!"

"Cheers!!" Everyone present stood up in unison, raised their glasses, and drank heartily. The meal was quite pleasant.

After a few rounds of drinks, the men present were all flushed. Ah Xin got up to go to the restroom, and Ah Bing
pretended to follow her. I could guess that Ah Xin was unhappy, and Ah Bing didn't know how to use his smooth talk
to appease the young lady.

To my surprise, the old man had somehow gotten close to me and offered me a cigarette.
I looked at it—Panda cigarettes! My eyes widened. I thought to myself, "This old man's in America, why is he still smoking a domestic brand?" "Hey,
brother do you smoke?"

I shook my head and casually said, "I used to smoke, but I'm too scared to anymore . Thanks, but no thanks
, haha."

"Yeah, it's good that young people don't smoke. I only smoke a couple when I'm entertaining friends."

"Looks like you're a seasoned smoker."

"Hehe, that's right. I've tried all kinds of cigarettes in China, from the cheapest to the most expensive."

"That's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it? How expensive is the most expensive?"

"Hehe, to be honest, I used to smoke a special edition Panda cigarette. If it wasn't the most expensive, it was at least the most expensive, right?"

My eyes widened even more, and he noticed, his eyes narrowing into slits. "I've only smoked one pack,
it 's nothing special, just so-so, haha, I haven't even asked your name yet."

"Oh, just call me Jian... or A-Guang."

"Oh, what do you do for a living now?"

"Me? I used to study, and after graduation... after graduation I joined a company, and now I'm a branch
manager, doing so-so."

"Oh! That's not bad, young man, not even 30 yet and already in such a high management position,
I like it." Old Man Ding praised me, and I was secretly pleased. It's true that being praised makes you happy, but I would
n't say that part of the reason I could reach such a high management position is because my father-in-law is the company's CEO.

"You flatter me, I can't compare to you, sir. Just by looking at your aura, I can tell you're a big boss. I still
have a lot to learn from you in business."

"Hahaha, don't be so polite with me. What did I just say? I love making friends with ambitious
young people . So, you're Ah Xin's friend? I think your friendship is quite special."

This old lecher, no wonder he was so interested in chatting with me.
After all that, he still brought up my charming wife. Luckily, I had a flash of inspiration.
If I had said I was Ah Xin's husband, he probably wouldn't even want to look at me now.

"Yes! Ah Xin and I have been friends since junior high school. We used to hang out every day, and we've been together almost every year for the past
few years . We live very close by."

"Oh~ I see. So, are you married?"

"Me? Well, yes, I'm married."

"Oh, you have a house, a car, a wife, and your own career. You're lucky, brother."

"Haha, not bad, not bad, but there's a little bit of regret."

"What regret? Tell me?"

Although Ah Bing and Ah Xin had gone to the restroom, there were still two of their colleagues and three girls there. I
didn't continue, but just gave him a look, glanced at Ah Xin's seat, and gestured with my lip. That old lecher
immediately understood! He stubbed out his cigarette, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the table, and pulled me out of the private room to
the balcony to get some fresh air.

He sipped his drink, carefully crafting his words. "A young man like you, working your
way up in a big company, with a wife and... I don't know if you have kids, but still going out to pick up women
. I love young men like you! You remind me of myself when I was young."

"Heh heh, what are you saying, old man? What 'picking up women'?" I thought to myself, utterly disgusted. I'm not as lecherous as you, old
man .

"Let me be blunt with you. What did you mean by gesturing towards Ah Xin's seat just now? It's obvious
you want to sleep with her. Let me tell you, don't be shy. Even at my age, I still want to sleep with her!"

This damned old lecher! I cursed inwardly. Even though my wife is a celestial beauty,
any normal man would want to sleep with her, but to say it so openly is truly shameless! "Hey,
I can only dream about it. She has a husband and kids. Even though I've known her for so many years, I can only treat her
as a male best friend."

"Hey, young man, let me tell you something. You're not doing this right. Promise me you won't tell anyone. I'm
going to have a heart-to-heart talk with you today."

"What secret do you have? I'm all ears for the secret to your success."

"The secret to winning over women! Let me tell you, don't be fooled by Ah Xin's refined and polite appearance.
Do you know what kind of relationship she has with that young man across the street named Ah Bing?"

"What kind of relationship?" I pretended to know nothing.

"Let me tell you, Qingxin and that Abing are lovers! Abing is married, and Qingxin has
a husband and children. They're having an affair, understand?"

"Huh?! Really? You can't be ridiculous, old man. You can't joke like that." I
continued to feign innocence, trying to hide my sneer. Suddenly, I found it quite interesting to chat with this lecherous old man from the perspective of an outsider
, so I continued the charade.

"The most important thing for a businessman like me is keeping my word. Would I lie to you? Let me tell you, Qingxin
went to their branch in the US to see Abing last month. The first time I saw her, I felt the same way you do—a woman..."
She was like a god, a celestial being descended to earth, but what was the result? He burped, leaned closer to me,
and whispered, "I saw her in a corner, hugging Ah Bing. Ah Bing had one hand
on her butt and the other hand was pulling up her clothes, pinching and grabbing her breasts."

Although Ah Xin and Ah Bing might do anything in secret at Ah Bing's company, hearing a
stranger describe his wife and friend kissing and cheating in a corner of the company in such detail
surprised even me. I never thought that my wife, such a dutiful and well-behaved woman, could be
so . "Really?... This..."

"Of course! You treat her like a goddess, but how has she treated you? All these years, how well you've pursued her,
how good she's been to her, she treats you like a best friend. She only calls you when she needs something, and when she doesn't need you, she doesn't care how much you like her, she's
off having sex with the person she likes."

I pursed my lips, trying my best to hide the mix of anger and amusement in my heart. However, in Old Ding's eyes,
I must have looked like I was deep in thought... deep in thought...

"Young man, let me tell you, Abing is actually a pretty good guy. He's easygoing, generous, and follows
the rules. He's kind of like my nephew; I've watched him grow up. Back when his dad, Lao Li, and I were out making our way in the world,
we slept with so many women. Women are like clothes; as long as they're not your own underwear, you know? If they're not
your own underwear, brothers take turns wearing them—that's what brothers are, right? I've
known I still remember buying him toys when he was little, hiccup... But he
didn't handle things well with Axin; he was too stingy. I need to hiccup... I need to teach him a lesson."

I was inwardly amazed that Abing had such a relationship with this old man Ding! No wonder he was promoted and sent abroad to negotiate business at such a
young ; it turns out he, like me, had climbed the social ladder. It's also no wonder he's so
afraid of this old man Ding, and even more so no wonder this old man would tear up a contract over something as trivial as my wife's situation.
It turns out he has such a deep relationship with Abing's father. "You...you...you...just tell me, what are
you planning to do? The girl doesn't want it, you can't force her, right? I've been pursuing her for so many years,
and Abing can have a terrible temper sometimes. I've talked her until I'm hoarse, but it's no use."

The old man shook the bottle in his hand, then shook his head. "You're still too young, you're doing it wrong. Pursuing women
is something you do when you first meet them, it's just to build a relationship with the woman you like." "You need to build a relationship, make them
feel like they're a treasure in your hands, make them like you. But if you've known each other for so many years and you're still foolishly chasing after them, then they
'll definitely treat you like a servant. Do you understand what I mean? It's too complicated to explain now. Let me put it this way
: we're in the same boat now. I want to sleep with him, and you want to sleep with him too, but you won't, while I
can!"

I glared at him fiercely, but didn't say anything. Seeing my astonishment, his eyes narrowed into slits. "Don't you
believe me? I'll tell you, the first time Abing went to a nightclub and first time he touched a girl, I was the one who took him. He was able to get with Axin
with my help! It's just that at the time I didn't expect Axin to be this beautiful... Haha, so I
need your help. How about we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?"

He put a hand on my shoulder and patted it. "You know Ah Xin, so I'll pay
you $10,000 for Ah Xin's phone number, and $20,000 for her home address."

My eyes widened even more. The old man thought I was greedy and smirked at me, but I
wasn't! I was clearly a little panicked! Countless possibilities flashed through my mind. Putting the money aside
, normally, who would give their wife's phone number and home address to a lecherous old man who was eyeing
their wife? But then I thought, what am I thinking?
What will he do if he knows my wife's phone number and address? Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind: I could take revenge on Ah Bing, to avenge him for confessing his love to my wife

first years ago and taking her away from me in high school. "What? You think that's not enough? Otherwise, I'll offer 20,000 for her phone number and 30,000 for her address!" "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I definitely can't accept that money. None of us are short of money , right? But I have a request. If you really succeed, you have to help me out." "No problem, go ahead!" "If you really succeed and get Ah Xin, shouldn't you let me... have a taste? Hmm?" I said, raising my eyebrows at him and giving him a wink. He laughed, gulped down a bellyful of wine, and patted my shoulder , saying, "No problem, no problem, hahaha!" Old Ding and I returned to the private room. The other men and women were still eating, drinking, and playing drinking games. Ah Xin was not far away talking to Ah Bing about something, but Ah Xin's expression was obviously not good. She walked forward by herself, with Ah Bing chasing after her. Ah Xin didn't even glance at him. She was flipping through the menu at the bar, while Ah Bing fawned over her, ordering drinks, pouring them, and pushing them to her table. "See? Ah Bing's just like you now, chasing after you like a puppy." I chuckled wryly, wanting to speak the truth, "Aren't all pretty women like that? You have to coax them, flatter them , make them happy. If they're not happy, you can forget about touching them." "That's right, making women happy is a given, but you can't be like Ma." "Oh? What do you mean?" "Ah Bing's too soft. He's ambitious but too cowardly. You can make him play a bad guy, but if you ask him to be a real villain, he can't do it. He doesn't have the guts. I have to teach him how to play around with women. That's why has been worried for so long about letting him inherit their family business. Women have all sorts of personalities, but there are some things, not 100%, but 90% universal. Do you know what they are?" "No, can you teach me?" "It's like... you have to use a combination of soft and hard tactics. First, you have to pursue her, make her happy, make her feel important in your eyes, and make her willing to interact with you. Most people can do that. After that, you have to be ruthless to her! Haha... I won't tell you too much yet. You've known Xin for so long, what do you like most about her ?" I thought for a moment, "I like her gentleness, her cool and polite demeanor, and the elegance she exudes in every move..."

"Stop, stop, let's not waste time with that nonsense. Of course, I'm asking what you like most about her body."

I whispered excitedly, "Her breasts! Look at those breasts! Round, big, and perky.
Before they were just average-looking, but after she had children and started breastfeeding, they became a pair of huge, soft beauties!"

The old man winked at me lecherously. "Hehe, you kid, I just saw her breasts
stretching the buttons of her shirt so tight, like they were about to burst. So perky and perky. When she stood up,
her waist bent a little, and I got a glimpse of the two white mounds of flesh inside her collar. Oh my~ those breasts and chest
are so white... It's a wonder you've seen them all these years without getting to touch them. How could I resist that, hahaha."

I smiled bitterly to myself, "That's for sure. I dream about squeezing those big, soft
breasts someday.

" "Your wife's breasts aren't that big, are they? Most people with breasts that big wouldn't have them that perky, right?"

"My wife...my wife is pretty, though not that big, that's why I'm obsessed with her!"

"Haha, you little rascal, do you know what I couldn't take my eyes off when I first saw her?"

"Where?" I genuinely wanted to know.

"Her legs..."

"You have great taste! Ah Xin is over 1.6 meters tall, with a perfect figure, just the right amount of fat. Those legs have
fascinated me for years. Every time I see her legs in stockings, I want to go up and pick them up and lick them,
to taste the sweaty smell of her little feet encased in those stockings~" "

My vivid description made the old man's eyes crinkle with laughter. He patted my shoulder with
his old hand , put his arm around my shoulder, and hugged me even closer. "Brother, you have good taste! The first time I saw
her, I couldn't stop looking at her legs. Last time she went to Ah Bing's company to see Ah Bing, she was wearing a
light blue halter-neck dress. I thought she was a young girl who had just graduated from college. She was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose and high-heeled
sandals. Her entire legs, from thighs to calves, to the insteps and a few toes, were completely exposed.
I was standing at a distance, watching and watching and watching, and I almost forgot to talk business! Later, after we finished our business, we called a few
girls over. A few girls that I used to like suddenly didn't interest me anymore. That day,
when I got home and took a shower, my dick was still throbbing. I kept thinking about her beautiful little feet in flesh-colored pantyhose and
high heels ... Haha, brother, don't laugh at me."

"No, no! I do this every day, almost every day. To be honest, when I go to her
house, I'll sneak into the bathroom and rummage through her washbasin full of clothes.
Sometimes she'll keep several pairs of stockings she's worn over several days and wash them together, and I'll secretly
masturbate in her bathroom with those smelly stockings..."

"Really?! You've got guts, kid. Not bad, I'm rooting for you."

I got more and more excited as I talked, watching the old man in front of me meticulously fantasize about my charming
wife's stockinged feet. I reached into my pocket, and there it was—the stockings my wife had taken off after a run when we went shopping a long time ago
, which she had put in my pocket. I hadn't washed them in ages and had completely forgotten about them. "
Uncle Ding , look what this is?" I reached in
and pulled out Ah Xin's wrinkled white pantyhose, which she had worn before. The old man's eyes, which had been narrowed, widened slightly, revealing an intensely burning greed and desire!

"This...this is?"

"When I went to Ah Xin's house to pick her up today, her bathroom basin was full of clothes. I rummaged through them and found
several pairs of stockings! I secretly took one out~ This is the one she wore yesterday, you see~"

The old man not only reeked of money, but also of lewdness. A mere stocking
made his breathing rapid. He snatched the stocking from my hand, held it to his nose, and inhaled deeply.
"Hmm...this smell...oh...oh...hmm...oh...it's white!~ Oh...tsk...my
favorite smell...tsk tsk..." He spread the white pantyhose apart with his fingers, especially the
thicker part covering Ah Xin's toes, and with his intense sniffing, he even inhaled it into his nostrils!

"Uncle Ding? How does it smell? Smell her crotch area again. Think about it, yesterday those
stockings were still covering her vulva, the smell of lewdness and urine was so strong!"

"Mmm...oh...this smell...it smells so good!!! Young man, how much do you want? I'll buy these
stockings !"

"No, no, no, let's not talk about money. If you really want them, I'll find you another pair sometime! But
if you ever actually get her, let's go together for a feast for the eyes and a taste of the flesh, okay?"

"No problem, no problem! Young man, how many of Ah Xin's clothes do you have? Especially stockings, panties, and bras
, don't be stingy, I'll buy as many as you have!"

"Stockings and panties are no problem~ I've treasured them for years! And some other things...I wonder if you
want them?"

"What is it?"

I lowered my voice further, glancing at my wife who was blaming Ah Bing for their argument in the distance, and whispered, "It's
...it's the sanitary napkin Ah Xin used...I picked it up from the trash bag after she threw it away~ It still has
her menstrual blood on it~"

"Yes, yes, yes! And Ah Xin's worn high heels too, any worn-out or thrown away shoes, I'll take them all!"

"Hehe, just don't forget me later, I'll give you her phone number and address first. Her
number is 510xxxxxxx, and her home address is...is..." I gritted my teeth, "xxx Road, xxx..."
"XX number, CA94536."

The meal started off well, but towards the end, Abing chased after Axin everywhere. The old man grabbed me,
asking for Axin's phone number and inquiring about her daily life, her clothes, and even
her stockings and bras. I found it amusing, yet also somewhat tempting. I wanted to show off to him even though he didn't
know I was Axin's husband, and I also wanted to seduce him to see his infatuated expression towards my wife.

It wasn't until after 10 p.m. that we finally left the restaurant, and the old man personally hailed a taxi for us.

"Phew... I'm exhausted and annoyed." As soon as Axin got in the car, she didn't even fasten her seatbelt and just lay on
her side against me.

I stroked her hair, which was scattered on my legs, and massaged her shoulders. "It's just a meal
, you ate and drank for free and didn't do anything. If anything happens, just bear with it."

"Honey, you have no idea how annoyed I was with Abing today! He kept chasing me around,
bringing me tea and water, apologizing and all that. I couldn't shake him off. He even followed me to
the bathroom ! It was so annoying."

"He didn't do anything, did he?"

"He didn't do anything, but that's why I'm angry. Ever since that day when I went to his company and that
lecherous old man bumped into me, he's been protecting me, trying to explain to the old man that he couldn't,
but as soon as the old man got physical, he immediately backed down and kept pushing me towards the old man."

"Haha, never mind, never mind. Anyway, with me here, that old man probably won't dare to do anything out of line. You've helped
Abing ." I put my arm around her shoulder and let her lean against my chest. This is her
favorite way for me to comfort her. She said it makes her feel safe and she's also attracted to my chest
.

For some reason, hearing Ah Xin's evaluation of Ah Bing made me happy. Maybe it was jealousy and
disgust. I put my arm around Ah Xin's shoulder to make her more comfortable leaning against me. "Yeah, that old man, he
was a real jerk. He reeked of money, so filthy and disgusting. I initially thought he was just a lecherous old man trying to take advantage of you
, but I didn't expect him to be so disgusting. When we were eating and drinking, he kept pulling me aside and asking me all sorts of questions
."

"Yeah, I saw him talking to you the whole time. What were you talking about?"

I lowered my voice so the taxi driver in front wouldn't hear too clearly. I whispered, "He asked for your
phone number! He wanted our address! He kept asking me about your hobbies, what you like to eat,
what you like to do, what brands of clothes you like, what brands of perfume you like, and so on. I could barely keep up.
It was so fucking disgusting."

"Hahaha, see? I told you this guy was disgusting, and you didn't believe me,
but now you do. That's why I didn't want to come in the first place. And why did you say you were my friend? You could have just said you were my husband
, and he wouldn't have dared to do anything, and he wouldn't have said a word to you."

"Tsk, I just didn't want to embarrass him too much. I didn't want to make him too awkward, otherwise , if
he talked too much, and something happened to Ah Bing, it would easily involve us, which wouldn't be good, right? Who knew this guy was so
disgusting ? He's not just lecherous, he's a complete pervert."

"Hahaha, he even asked Ah Bing for my phone number and address, and Ah Bing even
came over begged me, saying he wouldn't give me the address, just my phone number, okay? I was so afraid of offending that old man.
Didn't he think about what I would do after giving him my phone number? Would I be harassed by him every day? So you know, Ah Bing,
sigh... how to put it? If we both fell into the lake, would he just climb ashore and let me
drown alone... sigh..."

"Don't worry, I'm here for you no matter what. If you fall into the lake, I'll save you. If that lecherous old man keeps bothering you, I'll go out with you and try my best to shield you from him. If he really breaks
off relations ,
I'll take care of things if anything happens to Abing."

"Husband..."

"Hmm?"

"It's so good to be married to you.

" "Ew...so cheesy." "

I'm serious.

" "Then give me a kiss."

"Hehe, kiss~"

That night I slept exceptionally well. Even though my wife was being harassed and bothered, I still slept
so well. Even though I had to do a lot of work to protect my wife from sexual harassment, I still slept so
well. Is this what hatred is? Haha, I hate that man who took away the woman I loved in high school, I hate that
he took away my beloved wife's first kiss, I hate that even after he returned to China, my wife still harbored
feelings for him somewhere in her heart, I hate that his visit to America forced me to give my wife to him, otherwise my wife
would be constantly distracted.

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