Romance of the Good Man

Part 1, Chapter 1: Home
Walking in the quiet, deserted night, the cold wind blowing against my face finally made me feel much more awake. I shook my still somewhat dizzy head, took a deep breath of the cool air, and exhaled the lingering smell of alcohol. Then, I tossed the empty beer
can far away. In the still of the night, only the rolling sound of the empty can could be heard.
After taking a few deep breaths, I murmured, "Home!"
With the Spring Festival approaching, everyone is excited and happy at the mention of going home, especially those who have been working away from home for a year. Only during the Spring Festival can they reunite with their families—a happiness that is difficult to express in words.
Everyone says that those who have a home are happy, but that's not necessarily true, like me. It's not that I don't have a home, nor that I don't have a wife or children. It's just that whenever I come home, I always feel that my home is missing something compared to other people's homes, but I can't quite put my finger on it. If I
had to pinpoint the reason, perhaps it's...
My home is in a neighborhood called Xinya. It's a large apartment with three bedrooms and a living room, about 170 square meters, which my wife and I earned through our joint efforts. We have a six-year-old son who is very clever and lovable.
My wife is a minor manager in the finance department of the municipal tax bureau. Although her official position isn't high, there are plenty of people who flatter her, so she's considered a minor manager with some real power. Perhaps because of her work, my wife, although she never dresses up,
takes great care of herself. Her face shows no signs of aging, and she remains slim. The only flaw is that her breasts seem a little large for her size, but they complement her shapely, round buttocks perfectly.
My wife is thirty-two years old, but she looks only twenty-six or twenty-seven. Yet, the charm of a mature woman she exudes makes men of all ages fantasize.
In comparison, I seem to be much worse off. My wife and I met through our parents' matchmaking, but we didn't object at all. We felt an instant connection from our first meeting and got together. My wife graduated from a business school and
got a job in the tax department through connections, while I graduated from a film academy, majoring in directing. After graduation, I started from the lowest level and worked diligently for several years. I even directed a few films, but because of the small investments,
they weren't very successful, and I wasn't recognized by the outside world. However, the box office was decent, so I wasn't unemployed, and some companies would still invest a million or two in me to make films.
Today is the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and there are only three days left until Lunar New Year's Eve. Tonight, I had promised my wife that I would go home early, but a phone call from the boss of South China Industrial Group forced me to give up my wish to go home early. Perhaps this was
in line with my wishes anyway.
Zhang Xiangqiang is the boss of South China Industrial Group. He invested in and produced my first film, and this time he called to say he was going to invest five million to have me make an urban romance film. I was naturally delighted, so I called home and
told him I'd be home late.
At the dinner table, Zhang Xiangqiang expressed his willingness to invest, gave me the script, and asked me to take a look and choose actors. His only requirement was that the female lead had to be his choice. This wasn't unusual; we all get funding from these
bosses , and it's perfectly normal for them to designate a female lead. However, apart from his lawyer, I didn't see his supposedly chosen female lead at the dinner table.
We agreed that the money would be transferred gradually after the Lantern Festival, and the female lead wouldn't arrive until the end of March. I was to handle the remaining preparations.
Since the discussion was over, there wasn't much more to say. He left with his lawyer and driver, leaving me, a little tipsy, walking home.
It should have been a happy day, but thinking about the date, I felt uneasy. According to our agreement, today should have been our second time making love this week. However, for the past few months, I've been feeling increasingly inadequate. At
34, while I'm not as energetic as I was when we first got married, I shouldn't be feeling this way. After all, I've had my share of supplements, but my performance in bed has been declining.
I felt a bit resistant, unsure how to face my wife when I got home. But I couldn't stay away, so after dinner, I unconsciously bought two more beers and started drinking them as I walked. Only after finishing them did I realize that avoidance wasn't the solution; facing it
was the best way out. I sighed deeply and headed home.
Pushing open the door, the warmth of the house greeted me, instantly dispelling the chill I felt outside. It was already 11 PM. According to my wife's schedule, she should be asleep by now, which is probably why I was home so late.
After washing up, I quietly entered the bedroom. Seeing that my wife was already fast asleep, I finally felt relieved. I then quietly got into bed, but my mind was already racing, trying to figure out how to make my next film stand out.
Just as I was lost in thought, a warm hand suddenly slipped into my pajama bottoms and grabbed my little brother, which was hidden between my legs.
"Honey, you're back!"
my wife murmured softly in my ear.
If it were any other man, hearing his wife's seductive words, he would probably be excited beyond measure. But when I heard my wife's words, I was inwardly groaning. I had assumed that my wife was fast asleep, but I never expected that she had been waiting for me, waiting for
me to love her.
"Yeah, I'm back. It's getting late. You have to go to work tomorrow. Get some rest!"
I said evasively, grabbing her hand and trying to pull it out of my pajama bottoms.
"No... I'm not sleepy, I've been waiting for you! You're back so late today, you must have a new movie coming out, right?"
Hearing my wife's coquettish voice, I got goosebumps all over and felt a little uneasy. It seemed I couldn't escape tonight.
"Yeah, time is tight. This investment is five million, I hope it will be a success!"
I tried to pull my wife's hand away, but she stubbornly refused, grabbing my penis and stroking it back and forth.
"Really? Five million? That's more than the last two times, are you happy, honey?"
My wife propped herself up on the bed with one hand, looked up at me with slightly hazy eyes, and was already breathing heavily. Her other hand stroking my penis faster, making it involuntarily rise slightly.
"Happy, how could I not be happy, honey?"
I sighed inwardly. I had hoped to rest for a couple more days before making love with my wife, but I didn't expect her to be so persistent.
"Fine, I know I can't satisfy my wife, and my body hasn't been working well lately, but I can't bear to disappoint her. Since I've already gotten a bit erect, I might as well give it a try. Hopefully, this time it'll last a few more minutes than last time, and I definitely don't want to finish in less than five
minutes ."
"Honey, since you're happy, let me be happy too!"
My wife, her face flushed and breathing heavily, tempted me by bringing her lips to my mouth.
I lifted my head and kissed her sexy lips, then gave her plump buttocks a light slap, and said, "If you want to be happy, I have to be happy first!"
"I hate you!"
My wife spat, then abruptly pulled the blanket over her head and crawled inside. Although I couldn't see her movements, I could sense her excitement and need, because her hands had already pulled down my pajama
bottoms , leaving my semi-erect penis in her grasp.
In a daze, I felt my penis enter a warm, inviting cave, where a slippery snake was licking its head.
This wasn't fear, but a thrill, an unparalleled thrill.
It was happiness, a feeling that made a man incredibly confident.
It was also a matter of dignity, the dignity a man should have in front of a woman.
I knew my wife wasn't a promiscuous woman; this would disgust her. But I also knew she needed my love, though lately I'd been avoiding it. And when I couldn't avoid it, I either couldn't get an erection, or
if I did, it would never last more than five minutes.
Watching the blanket rise and fall, I knew my wife was enduring the nausea while giving me oral sex. Seeing her like that, I felt guilty; any man would feel guilty for not being able to satisfy his wife.
I knew my wife understood me too; she knew that for some reason, I had been avoiding things these past few days, but the more I avoided it, the less confident I became, making it unbearable for her each time. And she loved me so much; she would never do anything to betray me. So, at
my request one time, she finally lowered her head and gave me oral sex. Although her technique was practically nonexistent, it kept me going for a good ten minutes.
I knew my wife wasn't satisfied that time, but it still made her feel a little happy, so afterwards, whenever I made a request, she understood. Gradually, she seemed to lose her nausea, but I still didn't make any progress; it was still the same
, sometimes even worse than usual.
My wife, under the covers, licked my glans up and down with her tongue, occasionally giving me a deep throat, finally making my penis achieve a slightly weaker than normal erection.
Sensing my change, my wife squirmed incessantly under the covers. I knew she was already overflowing with lustful fluids, because with each twist of her hips, her silk nightgown slowly revealed her buttocks, the
mysterious crevice between her thighs shimmering.
For some reason, I lifted my wife's left leg, letting her straddle me. Receiving my action, my wife shuddered violently, her buttocks involuntarily landing on my chest.
Feeling her trembling, I knew she must be incredibly excited. I lifted her buttocks with both hands, moving them towards my head. My wife stiffened for a moment, but then cooperated, moving her buttocks onto my head.
Gazing at my wife's glistening crevice, I felt a pang of bitterness. If I were perfectly erect, even like a normal person, giving my wife oral sex would be a mutually pleasurable experience. However, at this moment, I knew that my actions were merely
finding another way to satisfy my wife.
After a pause, my wife's body grew even hotter, and she took my penis into her mouth again, stroking it faster and faster. However, what should have been a source of male pride remained largely unchanged. I
slowly extended my tongue and licked the glistening area between my wife's thighs. I heard my wife let out a soft moan from under the covers, and she sat on my head.
I slowly lifted my wife's buttocks and began to lick her vigorously. My wife's moans grew louder and louder. Fortunately, the room was very soundproof; otherwise, if my son heard, I don't know what he would say.
The licking speed increased, and my wife's buttocks twisted faster and faster, as did the stroking of my penis in her mouth. Gradually, my wife seemed to adapt to my licking, and her buttocks began to move rhythmically. I reached my hands under
the covers between her legs, grabbed her breasts that swayed with her body, and pinched and played with her already hard nipples.
Under the double stimulation, my wife's moans grew louder and louder, seemingly tinged with a sobbing sound, and her writhing became more and more intense.
Hearing her sound like she was about to cry, I knew she was coming, so I increased the frequency of my licking, and my hands increased the pressure, sometimes kneading her breasts, sometimes pinching her nipples.
In less than a minute, my wife's buttocks began to writhe violently, moving up and down in rhythm with my licking tongue, and her sexy little mouth was giving me deep-throating pleasure, every time.
When my penis entered my wife's deep throat again, she let out an even louder sob, her buttocks slamming onto my head, a stream of liquid gushing from
that alluring depth, spraying directly onto my face. As she reached her climax,
her legs went weak and she collapsed. And for some reason, she slightly bit my penis inside her deep throat. This caused me to ejaculate without warning, spraying directly into her throat.
"Cough...cough!"
Caught off guard, my wife choked, and the semen that had sprayed deep into her throat was involuntarily swallowed.
After ejaculating, I knew that if I wanted to enter my wife's cunt again today, the sun would rise in the west. Hearing my wife cough, I was actually startled, and quickly shifted my buttocks, pulling my slowly softening penis out of her mouth.
Lifting the blanket, my wife, not caring if our son found out, and without bothering to straighten her pajamas, ran to the bathroom, followed by the sounds of coughing and rinsing her mouth. I lay on the edge of the bed, took two sheets of paper from the bedside table, and cleaned my penis. My eyes, however, were filled with guilt
as I looked towards the door.
Soon, my wife walked in, her cheeks flushed. After closing the door, she lay down beside me and reached for my penis again, stroking it.
"Honey, you're so annoying! Who ejaculates inside me like that? I didn't even have a chance to spit it out, I swallowed it all!"
It seemed that I had just brought my wife to orgasm with my tongue, so my wife's face was full of lust.
"It's all your fault! You had to bite me at the last minute, how could I control myself?"
"Who told you to do that to me today? You've never done that to me before! But..."
"But what?"
"Hehe, but it felt pretty good. Honey, I want more, I want yours!"
My wife's hand slowly began to stroke my penis.
Perhaps because of my guilt towards my wife, I tried my best to cooperate with her actions, but after trying for a long time, my penis seemed like a wilted eggplant, showing no reaction whatsoever, still drooping its head.
"I'm sorry, honey!"
I said guiltily.
"It's...it's okay, maybe you've been too tired lately!"
My wife's face showed some disappointment; the passion from before had been diluted by this pointless effort.
I removed my wife's hand from my penis and said, "Shall we rest?"
My wife stiffened upon hearing my words, then smiled gently and said, "Okay, let's rest then!"
After saying that, she kissed me on the cheek, then turned and lay down with her back to me.
Seeing my wife's smile, so full of disappointment and bitterness, I didn't know what to do. I simply covered her with the blanket and lay down as well. I don't know if it was because of the lack of penetration or the alcohol, but my mind was filled with all sorts of wild thoughts.
After all, we're still young. At this age, if we lose our sex life, I really don't know how I'll live in the future.
I slowly started to feel sleepy, and just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly felt my wife move. I turned my head and saw that the blanket that should have been on top of her was moving slightly around her lower body.
I knew what my wife was doing, but the reason she was doing all this was because of me.
Life, this is my life. Everyone envies me for having a good family, a gentle, virtuous, beautiful, and generous wife, and an obedient and lovely son. But who knows that this family, because of my own actions, seems to be less
wonderful than others imagine, and may very well break apart one day because of a small crack?
The night was utterly silent. I don't know when, but my wife's blanket stopped moving; she had truly fallen asleep. However, I couldn't sleep because of her actions.
How could I change our life? How could I change the current situation? I really didn't know, and don't ask me. I only knew that if this family wanted to live happily, then the current situation needed to be changed, and at the very least, my wife's sexual needs needed to be met. My wife wasn't a
promiscuous woman, but her sexual desires were very strong. What should I do?

Part 1, Chapter 2: The Estrangement

Besides deep affection, a harmonious sex life is also necessary between husband and wife. After all, how can a couple be considered happy without sex? Unfortunately, in today's society, disharmony in the sex lives of couples is increasingly common, leading to a gradual breakdown in their relationship.
From a small estrangement, they slowly become like strangers. Even more men and women, unable to tolerate a sexless marriage, secretly have another partner—the so-called extramarital affair.
An extramarital affair, commonly known as infidelity, represents betrayal—a betrayal of body and soul. The most direct consequence is the end of the marriage. This is the responsibility of both husband and wife, not just one person. Perhaps it was a health problem on the man's side, or on the woman's, or perhaps
neither of them had any health issues, but ultimately, they broke up because of some minor conflicts. This perhaps reflects the current trend in society.
My surname is Feng, and my given name is Xuehan, a very rare surname in China. I work at the D City Tax Bureau. My husband's name is Guo Qiang, a small-time director. Although he has directed a few films, not many people know him. We have a six-year-old son,
the fruit of our love.
To others, we are a happy family, but no one knows that our relationship is slowly growing distant, and the reason for all this is my husband. Guo Qiang, his name contains the character for "strong," but in reality, he is all bark and no bite. At the beginning of our marriage
, we were able to satisfy each other sexually, but in the last six months, things have become increasingly uncoordinated.
It's not that I'm inconsiderate of my husband; I know he's tired. So we reduced our sexual activity from three times a week to twice, but even then, he still can't reach even a third of what he used to, which I find unbearable.
I'm not a promiscuous woman. In terms of sex, I don't think twice a week is too much, and at our age, three times a week isn't excessive either. However, even this normal sex life isn't satisfying, which makes me both angry and resentful towards my husband, but I'm helpless
.
I know he's anxious too, and he's even tried some supplements, but it's just a waste of money and hasn't worked at all. In an attempt to restore his virility, I lowered myself and became like a promiscuous woman in bed, even performing oral sex—
something disgusts me—hoping to arouse him.
He was aroused, but his penis remained only soft-erect. It wasn't that it lacked hardness, but it wasn't as hard as a normal man's. Even when he penetrated, he couldn't maintain it for long, which made me incredibly frustrated. I even suspected that he might be
having an affair because of his work or some kind of unspoken rule, but I had no evidence. Besides, I love him very much, and since I love him, I should trust him.
We're all married, so it's inevitable that we'll make some slightly risqué jokes at work. However, as a junior manager, I have to be serious to maintain order.
After reviewing this month's report and finding no issues, I signed my name and then called Xiao Li in.
Xiao Li is a college graduate from the business school who joined two years ago. Because he's a junior, and because his work ability has gradually become apparent over the past two years, I've entrusted him with some important tasks as a way of promoting
him. He's never disappointed me, always performing exceptionally well.
Xiao Li is nearly 1.8 meters tall, strong, and athletic. While not conventionally handsome, he's considered quite good-looking within the department, and he's also very articulate. Perhaps because he's my junior, he's the only one in the whole bureau who dares to
joke with me from time to time, sometimes even telling me a dirty joke, which always makes me laugh. According to him, leaders can't always have a stern face; they need to learn to relax and balance work and rest to do their jobs better.
Originally, I was just listening, but his funny remarks sometimes made me forget the pressure of work and feel a little relaxed. Just as I was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
Hearing the knock, I quickly snapped out of my reverie.
"Sister Feng, you wanted to see me!"
The door opened a crack, and Xiao Li's head peeked in first.
"Hmm, how many times have I told you? Why do you always forget? Don't judge people by their appearance!"
Seeing Xiao Li sticking his head in again, I shook my head.
"I was just afraid of making a mistake,"
Xiao Li said, before pushing the door open and coming in.
"I've already reviewed this document, it's well done. I've already signed it. Take it to Director Liu for his signature, then distribute it!"
I handed over the signed document.
Xiao Li took the document and said, "Okay! I'll go right now!"
I was very satisfied with Xiao Li's work attitude. He could joke around and slack off when things were quiet, but when it came to work, he was absolutely meticulous, which was why I admired him.
"By the way, ask Xiao Wang how the tax investigation at Daheng Company is going? Tell her to hurry up. It's good for a girl to be meticulous, but why is she so slow?"
"Okay, Sister Feng, I'll head out now!"
Xiao Li said.
After seeing me nod, he turned and walked towards the door. Just as he reached the door, Xiao Li turned back and smiled, "Sister Feng, you look radiant today! Tomorrow's the weekend, shouldn't my brother Guo be back soon? Hehe!"
Before I could react, he turned and ran out.
Normally, I would have smiled calmly after hearing Xiao Li's words, but today, my face stiffened. Yes, it's Friday today, and tomorrow is the weekend again. According to the calendar, tomorrow is supposed to be our day for making love,
but...
It's been over half a month since our last intimacy session. During this time, I've noticed my husband is avoiding that area. Perhaps it's due to his insecurity or something else, but I haven't asked for it either, enduring the torment.
However, I've found that it's better when I'm alone. But once he's sleeping next to me, I can't help but want to ask him.
Last time, I was left feeling unsatisfied and incredibly disappointed. Late one night, unable to bear it any longer, I masturbated for the first time. Although it was very minor, I know my husband definitely knows, but he just hasn't stopped me. I
wonder if this is why my husband avoids me when we should be having sex. This makes me regret it a little. Thankfully, I still have my obedient son, giving me emotional support. However, for the past half month, every time we should be having sex, I've
secretly masturbated in bed without asking. I'm starting to wonder if this is some kind of revenge against my husband.
Sometimes I really want to yell at my husband and vent my frustrations, but I can't bring myself to say it. Just as I was lost in thought, my phone rang. Seeing it was my husband calling, a bad feeling washed over me.
"Honey, what's up?"
"Xuehan, I need the footage for that new movie. A few people are auditioning tomorrow, so I might not be able to go back until the day after!"
my husband said on the phone.
Hearing this, I felt a pang of bitterness. I knew he was making excuses again.
"Oh, I see. Since you're busy, there's nothing I can do. Go ahead and do your best on this shoot!"
Although disappointed, I still encouraged him.
"Thank you, honey. By the way, Mom called and asked us to send Xiaofeng's clothes over! He's starting school soon, and we don't have time to take care of him. Could you deliver them tomorrow and check on him?"
"Okay, I understand. I'll send them tomorrow!"
Xiaofeng is our son, named Guo Feng, a combination of my and my husband's surnames. Because he's our child, we added the character "Xiao" in the middle. My husband and I are both very busy with work and don't have much time to take care of him, so we entrusted him to my parents. My parents, who
dote on their grandson Xiaofeng, enrolled him in the provincial central primary school through someone. However, our place is quite far from the school, so Xiaofeng has been living with my parents. We, the irresponsible parents, can only visit him occasionally, making him closer to his
grandparents than to us.
"Okay, I'm going to get back to work now. Don't overwork yourself! I'm hanging up!"
my husband said, about to hang up.
"Honey..."
I called out when I heard him about to hang up.
"Is something wrong, honey?"
"Oh! Nothing! Take care of yourself!"
"Oh, don't worry! Okay, I'm hanging up!" He
then hung up.
Hearing the dial tone, I was lost in thought. I had wanted to ask my husband, "Are you avoiding me?"
but I didn't say it.
After hanging up, I suddenly realized that my husband and I actually live a very tiring life. Although in other people's eyes, we are an incredibly happy and enviable family. But in reality, my relationship with my husband has slowly begun to deteriorate. Although it's not
apparent , I feel that one day, my husband and I might become strangers.
Perhaps we'll still live together.
Perhaps we'll still be husband and wife.
And all of this is just for the child, to give him a warm home. As for whether my husband and I still have feelings for each other, I really can't imagine. I'm afraid I really can't endure a sexless marriage. Suddenly, I felt a sense of fear, afraid
that day would come.
When the knocking sounded again, it pulled me back to reality. I took a few deep breaths and said, "Come in!"
"Sister Feng, Director Liu has already signed it out! Yu Ting's is almost done, but some parts still need to be reviewed. There are some issues, so it will probably take two or three days to complete!"
"Oh, tell her to hurry up!"
Hearing Xiao Li's words, I glanced up at him slightly, because it was the first time I had heard Xiao Li call Xiao Wang so intimately.
Perhaps feeling a little uneasy under my gaze, Xiao Li said awkwardly, "Sister Feng, if there's nothing else, I'll head out now! Call me if you need anything!"
Seeing Xiao Li's embarrassed expression, I found it somewhat amusing. It seemed Xiao Li and Yu Ting had some kind of secret. I winked at Xiao Li and teased, "Alright, it's nothing. It's not particularly urgent; it can be ready next week. Why don't you help
Yu Ting ? Teamwork makes the dream work!"
"No, there's nothing between us, Sister Feng!"
Xiao Li said anxiously.
"Alright, it's nothing, just kidding! You don't need to work overtime this weekend; you two should rest well. Girls need to be cared for, understand?"
Seeing Xiao Li's expression reminded me of the time I was dating my husband; those were such sweet and beautiful times, and now…sigh!
"Hehe, thanks, Sister Feng. Don't worry, I'll definitely have it ready by next Tuesday at the latest—no, Yu Ting will definitely have it ready by next Tuesday!"
Xiao Li quickly corrected herself.
I smiled, signaling him he could leave, but unexpectedly, Xiao Li suddenly said, "Sister Feng, don't be busy, it's almost time to get off work, hurry home, your husband is waiting to pamper you! Hehe!"
Seeing that I wasn't angry, Xiao Li started joking.
Knowing Xiao Li was joking, I still couldn't help but sigh and say, "Who pampers me?"
Hearing my sigh, Xiao Li was also taken aback, thinking I was sighing on purpose, so he followed my tone and said, "Of course it's your husband, a beauty like Sister Feng, who else would he pamper if not you!"
Hearing Xiao Li's words, I knew he had misunderstood, and just as I was about to say something, I heard him continue, "How about I pamper you?"
After saying that, Xiao Li realized he had gone too far with his joke, and his face became a little embarrassed, seemingly worried that I would get angry. After all, although he had joked before, he had never joked like this before, and he couldn't help but worry.
Hearing Xiao Li's words, I froze, completely unprepared for such a remark. My face flushed red, and my eyes involuntarily darted between her legs. Realizing my lapse, I quickly feigned nonchalance,
saying, "Never mind, you should go and cherish your Yuting. By the way, the investigation of the West District begins next Wednesday. Have Xiao Wang bring out the investigation report next Tuesday! Alright, you can go now!"
My tone turned serious towards the end.
"Okay, Sister Feng, I'll go now. I was just joking, please don't be angry!"
Xiao Li said, then fled my office as if her life depended on it.
Watching Xiao Li disappear from sight, my heart suddenly skipped a beat, but I quickly sighed, suppressing the inexplicable feeling.
I don't know what I was thinking, but suddenly my husband and Xiao Li popped into my head. I unconsciously compared Xiao Li to my husband, and it seemed my husband was better. After realizing this, I finally felt a sense of
relief .
My husband is good, but he can't satisfy me sexually; while Xiao Li... his strong physique, handsome face, and the thing I'd just inexplicably glanced at between his legs flashed through my mind. I didn't know
how big it was, but with his regular exercise, it must be very strong, at least much stronger than my husband's!
"Husband, I hate you!"
I couldn't help but complain in my heart.
"How about I pamper you?"
Xiao Li's joke from earlier seemed to echo in my ears again, making me feel a little uneasy.
"Feng Xuehan, Feng Xuehan, what are you thinking? You have a husband and children. Although your husband isn't doing well lately, maybe he's just tired. Perhaps he'll get better in time. Please don't have any bad thoughts. Please don't betray
your husband!"
I quickly warned myself as a wicked thought was about to creep into my mind.
I shook my head, banishing the random thoughts from my head, and threw myself into my work. Only by immersing myself in work could I forget all my unhappiness, and only then could I maintain self-discipline. However, this was only temporary
. What would I do in the quiet, deserted nights? Alone in my chambers, I felt unbearably lonely, and the cause of all this was my husband. I wouldn't call it resentment, but there was definitely some bitterness.
Although we still cared for each other verbally, I knew that a negligible barrier had formed between my husband and me. Although it was
insignificant , whether our marriage could continue was anyone's guess.
After all, I love my husband very much. If we want our relationship to continue beautifully, we must break down this barrier. Only in this way can we get back on track. I believe my husband must have also noticed this barrier, and I'm sure he also wants to break it down. As for
how to break it down, I have no clue. I believe that with my husband's and my efforts, we will definitely succeed.

Chapter 3 of Part 1: Idea? Surprise? Decision?

"Okay, be more natural, yes... like that, make your face look more dejected, yes, okay, that's it!"
After the last actor finished his audition, today's work was finally over. A small investment simply cannot afford to hire those big stars; even those with a little bit of fame won't come. Therefore, I can only find some newcomers for this movie.
"Director Guo, how are these people?"
the producer asked.
"Still not quite there. There are a few promising talents, we can consider them!"
"Director Guo, who's the female lead? Why are they so arrogant? Filming's about to start, and we haven't even seen a glimpse of her!"
"There's nothing we can do. She's been reserved by the investors. Without her, we'd starve. But the script for this romance film is really good, much better than before. I haven't seen the female lead either. As long as she's not too bad, that's fine.
Hopefully, these young people can shine in this film. That's all we can do!"
"Sigh, that's true. That's the rule. Whoever pays the money sets the rules. We're just employees!"
the producer sighed.
"Alright, go back and organize it, then send me a copy. I'll take a closer look and decide who to choose. Tell them to go back and wait for our notification!"
"Okay, everyone, let's get started! Director Guo will treat everyone to dinner later!"
"You tricked me again!"
I shook my head helplessly. This producer has been with me since I started out in the industry. Every time he's casting for a new film, he always treats me to a meal. He says, "If I eat this, I'll have my next meal. Otherwise, how will we work for you?"
And it's actually quite true. Every time I get that meal, as soon as filming wraps, I usually get another role shortly after. This has become a consensus among us, and I always have to pay up.
Watching the young men and women leaving for auditions made me feel younger myself. Everyone has dreams, especially actors. Everyone hopes to be famous, to become an overnight sensation, but the chances are slim,
sometimes nonexistent.
After everyone finished packing up and was about to go to a nearby restaurant for a big meal, I suddenly felt an upset stomach. I checked my pockets and realized I didn't have any toilet paper. I asked Xiao Wang for some, but he didn't have any either. I asked the others, and to my dismay, none of
us, including two female colleagues, had any! They even seriously told me they forgot!
Is this even possible? The woman might not pretend otherwise, but she'd definitely have toilet paper. Isn't she just deliberately trying to annoy me? Fine, fine, you dare to mess with me? I pointed at them, shook my head, and helplessly picked up the old newspaper I'd been sitting on, running towards the toilet
.
"Director Guo, I suddenly remembered I had it!"
Makeup artist Tian Xinlan laughed from behind.
"No need!"
I waved my hand behind me. I knew they were messing with me! Me, a director, being pranked like this... But then again, I'm quite satisfied with our team. Although they sometimes make small jokes, they're very serious about their work, and the team has a
strong sense of cohesion.
"Oh, that feels good!"
Relieved, I felt completely at ease. Bored, I lit a cigarette and picked up the newspaper. This newspaper was from last year; I wonder whose it was. I'd kept it for months, and now it's become my toilet paper.
When I opened the newspaper, a news article made my heart pound. An indescribable feeling, a mixture of filth and excitement, rushed into my mind—a thought I never dared to even consider. This thought was
triggered by this very news article.
As I carefully read it, I seemed to have found a good way to resolve the rift between my wife and me, yet I was deeply conflicted about it. If this method were implemented, there would only be two outcomes. One, the rift between
us would disappear, and we would return to our original happy path—that's the good side, of course. The other outcome would be the collapse of our marital relationship, and our family would break apart.
I love my wife very much, and I know she loves me very much. I know she's not a promiscuous woman; she just has higher demands for sex. If my body were normal like an ordinary man's, I wouldn't even have this thought. But now, I don't know what's wrong with my
body ; I can't even do what a normal man can do.
Loving couples need to be considerate of each other, but they also need to be mindful of one another. I don't have erectile dysfunction; I can't get an erection, but the hardness of my erection isn't as good as a normal man's, and I can't last very long during sex. If this is premature ejaculation
, then all the medications and supplements I've taken haven't helped at all.
I know that even if I really can't keep up, my wife won't leave me and will still spend her life with me. But if I do this, can I face my wife and make her endure such intense desires at this prime of her life? And given her character, this method
is probably impossible for her.
Furthermore, if I actually do this, how will I face her afterwards? Can I bear the consequences? Will she leave me? But if I don't do it, what
kind of torment will it be for her?
I'm filled with hesitation and contradiction; I truly don't know what to do. The choice between doing it and not doing it keeps raging in my mind. If I do it, I fear it will backfire; if I don't, how can I bear to see my wife living a life of widowhood?
My feelings at this moment are so complex and contradictory; I can't even describe them to myself! What is my bottom line? Once I go through with this, that bottom line will disappear. And if no one finds out, it's fine, but if they do
, both my family and my career will suffer severe damage.
After much deliberation, I still couldn't make a final decision. The image of my wife alone in bed last time flashed through my mind, and I realized how utterly incompetent I was. What right did an incompetent husband have to bring joy and happiness to his beloved wife
?
Finally, I made up my mind to try and implement this newly formed plan. It might be a long process, but if I succeeded, I wouldn't have to watch my wife pretending to be nonchalant every day, her smile so bitter,
so sorrowful, filling me with immense guilt and heartache.
"Xuehan, even if you leave me, I won't blame you. As long as you're happy!"
I silently resolved, completely ignoring my own feelings.
By this time, the crew members outside were getting impatient, shouting, "Do you need to come and get me?!"
Awakened by their shouts, I quickly wiped myself clean. As I stood up to pull up my pants, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. For some reason, my manhood was incredibly hard and erect! This surprised and delighted me.
Had I become a man again?
I didn't drink much at the dinner tonight, not because I was unhappy, but because I was too happy—I was a man again! Anxious to get home, I ate a little something, left two thousand yuan for the producer, and rushed home like the wind.
When I got home, my wife wasn't back yet. We talked on the phone on the way; she had stayed at her mother's yesterday and was on her way back, not having eaten yet either.
After hearing that she hadn't eaten, I bought some groceries on the way home and quickly started cooking. I also took out a bottle of 25-year-old Wild Lisbon red wine. This wine is no longer produced; what's left on the market now are the finest pieces from this factory. Although
it's not as valuable as Bordeaux, Lafite, or Chateau Cabernet Sauvignon from abroad, finding this brand in China is like finding a needle in a haystack, especially a 25-year-old vintage.
This bottle was a gift from a friend; there were only two, and I'd always been reluctant to drink them. Today, I was so happy that I decided to bring out one, hoping to surprise my wife.
Just a few minutes after I finished cooking, there was a knock at the door. I quickly opened it and, upon seeing my wife, immediately scooped her up and carried her inside, even spinning her around twice.
"Not hot, no fever!"
As I put her down, my wife reached out and touched my head before dousing me with cold water.
"Who has a fever!"
I was puzzled. Why was my wife so oblivious to romance?
"What's gotten into you?"
My wife hung her handbag on the coat hanger, took off her coat, revealing a formal shirt underneath. Her breasts, which had once captivated me, stood high, trembling with her movements, making me itch. My little brother seemed to sense something
and became slightly aroused.
"Did the sun rise in the west today? What's wrong with you? Oh, you even took out that bottle of cheap liquor you treasure. Did you win five million?"
I almost fainted after hearing my wife's words. Before I could speak, my wife continued, "No, there was no first prize this time. Besides, wasn't that five million for someone to invest in your movie? Is it really necessary to be like this?"
"No, wife, how should I put it! Your husband is happy today!"
"What's so happy about it? Tell me!"
After hearing my words, a hint of disappointment appeared in my wife's eyes. I knew she misunderstood me. She was probably thinking that since you didn't come back yesterday, which was supposed to be our intimate day, but you did today, I should be happy, but my happiness was built on her
pain.
I shook my head and didn't reply, only telling her I'd tell her later that evening because I'd decided to surprise her. My wife didn't seem to care; she'd never guessed I was back to being healthy.
During dinner, I noticed she was quite happy, probably because of the meal I'd prepared, but I didn't reveal it. After all, the surprise is always the most valuable.
After dinner, my wife rested for a bit, then said she was tired and went to take a shower. I wanted to go with her—it felt like ages since we'd last taken a bath together—but then I thought better of it, afraid she'd discover I was better, which
wouldn't be a surprise.
After my wife finished washing up, she passed by in a silk nightgown. I could clearly see she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and her two full breasts, without any sagging, swayed as she walked, making me a little dizzy
. I suppressed my urge and said to her, "You go to sleep first, I'll watch some TV and then go."
Hearing this, my wife looked disappointed but nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll go to sleep first. Don't stay up too late, get some rest. Tomorrow's Monday, we'll be busy!"
"Okay, I'll be there in a bit!"
I pretended to be normal, because that was the only way to give my wife the biggest surprise.
After seeing my wife go into the bedroom and close the door, I couldn't watch TV anymore. I immediately rushed to the bathroom and quickly washed up. Men, you know, shower much faster than women. I was done in less than ten minutes. While drying myself, I
said to my manhood in the mirror, "Brother, hold on! I'm counting on you!"
Then, I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the bedroom.
I rolled onto the bed and lay down next to my wife. Although her eyes were closed, I knew she was definitely not asleep. So I tossed the towel aside and got into bed naked.
Because my wife gets cold easily, I stayed in bed for a few minutes, wanting to warm up before making love and calm myself down. But less than a minute later, I couldn't hold back any longer. I slowly moved closer to her, and when my hand touched her
slender waist, I could clearly feel her body burning hot. I listened closely and heard her breathing become heavy. When my hand gently caressed her soft yet firm breasts, she let out a seductive moan and turned
to face me.
She bit her lip, breathing heavily, her eyes filled with desire as she looked at me. Although she didn't say a word, I could clearly feel that her eyes were telling me, "Husband, take me!"
Sensing my wife's arousal, I leaned down and kissed her lips, sucking on her tongue, my hands caressing her alluring breasts.
"Husband...husband, I...I want it!"
Hearing my wife's words, I felt a surge of excitement. Her expression and eyes, so irresistible to men, were incredibly captivating at that moment, both innocent and wanton. This was one of the reasons I loved my wife so much; after all, if a couple's sex life is too rigid,
life loses its true meaning.
At that moment, however, I couldn't help but think of my decision that afternoon. A strange feeling welled up inside me, a strange thrill, because I realized my penis was incredibly hard. If the naked man lying next to my wife wasn't me,
how would I feel?
Thinking about it, a wave of fear washed over me. Just then, my wife exclaimed with delight, "Husband, you're done! You're really done! I'm so happy, so happy!"
When my wife reached out and grasped my penis, she found it so hard that she choked up with joy.
"Are you happy? This is the surprise I gave you today!"
Hearing my words, my wife reached out and hooked her arms around my neck, panting as she said, "Honey, I'm so happy, I love this surprise you gave me so much, I... I want..."
"Want what?"
I asked deliberately.
"Well, I want your... you know!"
My wife's eyes were already a little glazed, and she pouted as she breathed.
"What?"
My wife bit her lower lip and said, "My little brother, I want your little brother, give it to me, give it to me!"
Hearing my wife's words, I felt a jolt run through my body, and I no longer cared about teasing her. I lifted her nightgown, spread her legs, and placed my penis between her already overflowing thighs.
Without any hesitation, I was now standing up again, a real man once more. I wanted my wife to belong to me for life.
As I gently rubbed the head of my penis against my wife's vulva, she could no longer bear it, constantly thrusting her hips upwards in response to my rubbing.
But just then, I suddenly felt something was wrong. After only a few strokes, my glans started to feel numb. I knew this feeling all too well. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to pull my penis away, but my wife beat me to it. She grabbed it with her hand, aimed it at
her vaginal opening, and with a sudden thrust of her hips, swallowed my penis and most of its length, clamping it tightly around me.
"Oh!"
my wife let out a satisfied moan.
"Damn it!"
At the same time as my wife's satisfied moan, I knew I was in trouble. During the earlier rubbing, I had noticed the numbness in my glans—a feeling that usually comes with ejaculation. But before I could pull away, my wife had swallowed my penis
into her body, enveloping me tightly with her warm, soft inner walls. This made me lose control of my urges, and I ejaculated inside her.
My face was so pale, so ashen, so full of guilt, so remorseful. My wife seemed to feel the surge of heat, and she froze, her once radiant face instantly turning into one of utter disappointment, her eyes filled with a sorrow that broke
my heart.
"I...I'm sorry, wife, I...I came!"
Hearing my words, my wife didn't say anything, just stared blankly at me, then closed her eyes, let out a long sigh, and remained motionless.
"Wife, I..."
"It's alright, it's nothing. Maybe you were just too tired today!"
Hearing my words, my wife opened her eyes, twisted her hips, and my limp penis slid out of her.
At that moment, I didn't know what to say, kneeling silently on the bed, at a loss. My wife took two tissues from the bedside table, wiped herself, and got out of bed to go to the bathroom.
Watching my wife's disappearing figure, I opened my mouth, but couldn't utter a word, and could only wipe my unworthy penis.
Soon, my wife returned, her face now calm as usual. She glanced at me and said, "Alright, rest now, you have to go to work tomorrow!"
With that, she threw back the covers and lay down on the bed, leaving me with her back.
Looking at her back, I suddenly thought of Zhu Ziqing's essay "The Back View," except that one was about a father, while this was about my wife—both equally lonely, desolate, and helpless.
"Wife, I'm sorry, I wanted to give you a surprise!"
I apologized.
But my apology only made things worse. Hearing my words, my wife suddenly sat up in bed, pointed at me, and yelled, "This is your surprise? Such a surprise! I was so surprised! I never expected you to give me such a big surprise! You used
to be able last three to five minutes, but now, you didn't even last three seconds! Are you even a man? I… I hate you so much!"
As she cursed, she started to cry. I could see how disappointed she was in me—no, how desperate she was.
Yes, what a surprise! Not only did she not expect it, but I didn't expect it either. This surprise was like this! If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have wanted a surprise at all! I feel ashamed before my wife. What kind of man is a man who can't make his wife happy
? My wife is right, am I even a man? What kind of man am I? Besides having male physiques, I don't even have a single manly ability. I don't deserve to be my wife's husband.
I lowered my head, listening to my wife's crying and cursing. I knew she was really wronged, and I knew she had been going through a very difficult time. She wouldn't be wrong to scold me, she could even hit me.
After seemingly venting all her pent-up frustration, my wife calmly said to me with a sob in her voice, "You can sleep in the guest room tonight. I want to be alone!"
"Separation! My wife wants to separate from me?"
My first thought upon hearing my wife's words was that she wanted to separate from me. My
wife didn't say anything, nor did she look at me. She just pulled the blanket over her head. I stared blankly at my wife shrouded in the blanket, a feeling of despair washing over me. I silently walked towards the guest room.
Lying in bed, my mind was a jumbled mess, not knowing what was wrong. It turned out I wasn't better, but why was my penis so hard?
Suddenly, I remembered that news article, and doubt crept into my heart. Could it be…?
I couldn't believe my own suspicions, so I got up, turned on the computer, and started searching online. After reading some articles, although I doubted their veracity, I found myself undeniably believing them. Seeing those things
made me aroused again, and the reaction became even more intense when I imagined myself with my wife.
How could this be? How could this be? How could this be?
I clutched my hair tightly, closed my eyes, filled with remorse and guilt. Suddenly, the thought that had crossed my mind that afternoon resurfaced: should I do it? I hesitated, afraid that one wrong step would lead to eternal regret.
Finally, after much struggle, I made my decision: to implement the plan. However, this plan needed to be carried out gradually; otherwise, I feared Xuehan would hate me for the rest of her life.
The night was deep; utterly silent. The night sky was devoid of stars, the dense clouds perhaps hinting at something. Success or failure, I will still love my wife. Everything I've done is for you. If you can accept it, I hope we can be
happy together. If you cannot, I hope you won't hate me.
Perhaps we will separate, but I think you should know that everything I've done is for your happiness. I don't want you to suffer alone in the long days to come; I want you to live a joyful life. A night breeze blew by, and before I
knew it, sleepiness crept in. I wondered if my beloved was already asleep. Having made up my mind, I finally felt relieved and gradually drifted off to sleep, even though this decision wasn't my original intention.

Part 1, Chapter 4: The Proposal

Some say there's a seven-year itch in marriage. I used to just laugh it off, thinking my wife and I had such a deep bond that this notion wouldn't exist for us.
Now, I've finally confirmed the truth of this saying. It turns out that no matter how loving a couple is, the seven-year itch really does exist.
Separation! I never expected my wife to separate from me. Although I know she was angry, I had no reason to argue, because the root of all this lay with me. If I were more normal, perhaps we could truly
break the myth of this saying.
Women are human too, especially married women with children. Sexual intimacy is the spice of married life. Only with it can a couple remain as sweet and inseparable as they were at the beginning. Once problems arise, it means
a crack will appear in the relationship.
If the crack cannot be repaired, the final result will be separation and divorce. Some say women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties, especially women who have given birth, with strong desires. Conversely, this is the
time when a man's career is flourishing. Under work pressure, both his physical strength and sexual desire decline. Faced with his wife's strong demands, what man can meet them?
For me, it's not that I don't have needs, but for some reason, my body has suddenly become somewhat weak. It's not impotence, just an inability to perform like a normal man. Faced with my wife's demands, I genuinely want to satisfy her. However, the
reality is quite the opposite. Not only can I not satisfy her, but I also feel intensely insecure, even somewhat afraid of making love with her.
That night, my wife cried sadly and disappointedly, which broke my heart, yet as her husband, I was powerless to help. That night, we separated for the first time since our marriage. The reason for the separation wasn't a lack of affection between my wife and me,
but rather serious problem with our sex life, which was meant to maintain our relationship. And ultimately, the root cause of the separation lay with me.
Recalling my wife's tear-streaked face and her resentful yet disappointed eyes, I finally made up my mind. I love my wife, I want her to be happy, I want her to be joyful, and the way to make her happy is first to make her sexually satisfied
. Only then will she be happy.
However, my wife isn't the kind of person who goes through with things easily. I don't know if my approach will anger or disgust her, but since I've made up my mind, I'll give it a try, even though the journey might be very, very long!
The next day, when I woke up, my wife had already quietly left for work. She had left breakfast on the table, which made me feel incredibly warm. I knew that although she resented my incompetence, she still loved me. Reflecting on my behavior the day before, I
felt incredibly guilty, and my resolve strengthened. I must make my wife sexually satisfied!
Even if she resents me for the rest of her life, I will have no regrets.
The auditions were completed yesterday. The young men and women who auditioned still need to see their performances to determine who will make it into the production team. The script is currently being discussed in detail between the screenwriter and the scriptwriter. As for
the female lead, won't arrive for another five days. So, I've been quite idle lately. I wanted to visit the kids, but yesterday's events have left me restless. I'm only thinking about how to make my wife happy. Perhaps this is also my way of thinking about myself, because whenever I
fantasize about those things, I feel happy, and my penis inexplicably gets erect.
After tidying up, I turned on my computer and started searching for articles I needed. It took a lot of effort to find these articles, but luckily a friend who frequents forums gave me an address, which allowed me to find what I needed.
When I saw those things, it was as if a skylight had opened before my eyes, allowing me to see the sunlight outside. It turned out there were so many people like me, and their methods were exactly the same as mine. The only difference was that they weren't seeking
thrills cheating on them. I just wanted my wife to be happier. Although I knew much of it wasn't true, it seemed so relatable, making readers unconsciously empathize
, especially those like me facing similar problems.
Reading those articles, I was deeply engrossed, unable to pull myself away. I was shocked, profoundly shocked. At the same time, I felt a thrill, an extraordinary thrill, so thrilling that my penis wouldn't go soft,
creating a hard tent in my crotch. Especially when I replaced the protagonist with myself and the woman with my wife, the thrill intensified, even making me tense, and my body would tremble uncontrollably.
I don't know why this was happening. I'm not perverted at all; it's just that this kind of thrill is indescribable. Reading those articles, while thrilling, also solidified my beliefs.
Time passed by unnoticed, and it was already past four in the afternoon before I finally came to my senses. I deliberately placed a particularly well-written article on my desktop, and then selected a few other well-written articles and put them in my browser, so my wife
could open them whenever she went online.
I'd visited pornographic websites with my wife before, but back then it was just looking at pictures, nothing more. Today, while searching for these articles, I even discovered several Japanese AVs, the content of which was exactly what I needed.
However, I forgot the time and had to give up, deciding to download them tomorrow.
Then, I quickly stood up and found my penis still erect. I felt no joy, only immense sorrow—sorrow for why I was like this. I knew the stimulation I received today far exceeded that of yesterday's newspaper, but if
I wanted to make love with my wife tonight, I'd probably feel the same way as yesterday. Thinking about yesterday's events, my penis seemed to sense something, gradually lowering its proud head.
After letting out a deep breath, I hurried to the kitchen to cook for my wife. After yesterday's events, I knew I couldn't currently fulfill her every wish, so I could only compensate her in other ways.
Checking the time, I knew my wife would be home soon, so I quickly put the food on the table and waited for her return. Unlike yesterday, my joy turned to apology, and the red wine was replaced with egg drop soup.
After everything was ready, the door opened. When my wife walked in, she was clearly surprised, seemingly not expecting me to be home. Normally, I would come home very late, and after yesterday's events, she probably thought I would
hide away for a few days before returning.
"Xuehan, you're back. Let's eat!"
I said softly.
Hearing my words, my wife gave me a slightly apologetic smile and said, "Why are you here so early today?"
Looking at her apologetic smile, I knew she was also feeling guilty for scolding me too much yesterday, and I felt a warmth in my heart. I said gently, "I didn't go out today. The female lead won't arrive for five days, so I'm free these next few days. As for
the other people, we can choose them that day. Wash your hands and eat!"
My wife didn't say anything after that. She took off her coat, went into the bathroom, washed her hands, and then sat opposite me, picking up her chopsticks to eat.
Silence. Apart from the sound of eating, there wasn't a sound. Perhaps neither of us knew how to start a conversation, or what to say.
"Xuehan!"
"Husband!"
We called out to each other simultaneously, but then neither of us spoke. Finally, my wife spoke up, "You go first!"
"About yesterday, I'm sorry!"
Hearing my words, my wife seemed to remember what happened yesterday. Her face stiffened, as if she remembered my incompetence, and a hint of resentment appeared on her face, but it quickly disappeared.
"I should be the one apologizing. I don't know why I scolded you like that yesterday, and even made you sleep in the guest room!"
"Wife, there's no need to say anymore. The root cause of yesterday's events was me. As a man, I failed in my responsibilities as a husband. I'm sorry!"
"Okay, husband, there's no need to say anymore. I also bear some responsibility yesterday. Let's each take a step back and not bring this up again, okay?"
I nodded without speaking, only hearing my wife say, "Husband!"
"Mm!"
"How about we go to Beijing another day?"
my wife suggested.
"What for?"
I asked, somewhat puzzled.
"How about we go to a bigger hospital for a checkup?"
my wife said cautiously.
Hearing my wife's words, I felt a pang of pain, but my anger flared up as well. I forced myself to suppress it and said calmly, "I'm not sick, why would I go to Beijing
to get checked?" Honestly, what man wants to go to the hospital for this? I'm a director, after all; if someone recognizes me, I'll lose face terribly.
My wife, sensing my tone was a little off, looked disappointed and said, "Okay, okay, we won't go. You're probably just too tired lately; a few days of rest will do the trick!"
Knowing my tone had been harsh, I could only say, "Maybe I'm just too tired. Let's rest for a few days and see!"
Actually, my wife and I both knew that even if we went to the hospital, they wouldn't be able to find out anything about my illness. What are hospitals? Hospitals are like loan sharks, places that burn through your money. They'll tell you you're sick even if you're not, and they'll diagnose a minor ailment as a terminal illness. The only reason we suggested going was out
of wishful thinking.
The atmosphere was a little awkward, and I didn't know what to say. I was also unsure how to steer my wife into the topic I wanted to discuss, so I pretended to finish eating and picked up the newspaper—the very same newspaper that had given me the inspiration, several months past its expiration date
.
"Huh!"
I deliberately exclaimed to attract her attention.
Sure enough, she looked up at me and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just something interesting!"
I pretended to be nonchalant.
"What is it? Tell me!"
My wife, unaware of my thoughts, simply followed my lead. I knew she was trying to reconcile us and restore our previous relationship, but little did she know she was falling deeper into my trap.
Holding the newspaper, I deliberately shook my head and said, "Nothing much, just something that seems a little unbelievable!"
"What is it?"
"It's about Noriko Sakai!"
I said casually, knowing that although the news was in the newspaper, no one could be sure if it was true or false, and my wife usually didn't follow entertainment news. Of course, she knew who Noriko Sakai was.
"Noriko Sakai? You mean that Japanese star?"
"Yeah, the one who used to be really famous, but she retired from the entertainment industry. Do you think there's something wrong with that woman?"
"What's wrong? Is she sick?"
"It's not exactly sick, just a bit abnormal. She's actually serving her husband with another woman! Could she be frigid? I'm really envious of her husband!"
I relayed the gist of the newspaper article.
My wife's face froze when she heard my words, seemingly not expecting Noriko Sakai to do such a thing. But then, as if she had thought of something, her tone turned slightly sour as she said, "What? Envious?"
"Yeah, a little!"
I didn't deny it. What man doesn't want to have a son and two daughters?
"Okay, then you should go find one too. I definitely won't object!"
"I do want to find one,
it's not that I'm afraid of you..." I was just instinctively going along with my wife's words, not noticing that her expression and tone had changed. I had forgotten the trap I had set, and my wife had unknowingly helped me cover it up.
"Don't worry about my feelings! Go ahead and go find someone if you're so capable, I won't object. If someone can get their husband to sleep with another woman, that means they're capable. They're not impotent; they just can't satisfy their husbands. Go ahead and do it yourself! You
can't even satisfy your own wife, and you want to find other women? Do you even have that ability?"
My wife's anger grew with each word.
Looking at her, I suddenly snapped back to reality. I knew that for the past six months, my wife had had enough of a sexless life, especially lately when I'd left her hanging, barely getting aroused before I'd already ejaculated. This was something a woman with a strong sex drive
couldn't tolerate.
Seeing my wife's angry expression, I knew she was thinking about those things again. I felt incredibly guilty. My distraction had allowed my wife to cover for me, and now, at the crucial moment, I was hesitant to speak up. My wife was right; I
couldn't even satisfy my own wife, so what right did I have to find other women?
"Wife, I'm sorry, what I'm about to say might hurt you, but everything I've done is for you. I hope you won't hate me!"
I thought bitterly.
Following my wife's words, I deliberately got angry and said, "Yes, I'm not a man, I'm useless. I can't even satisfy you, I'm incapable of finding other women! You want it, right? You can go find other men, let other men sleep with
you. You don't need to care about my feelings, as long as you're comfortable. Don't worry, I definitely won't object, because your husband is no good!"
After saying that, I deliberately threw the newspaper down, then strode towards the bedroom without looking back. I slammed the door shut and locked it, then leaned against it, two streams of tears rolling down my cheeks.
This wasn't what I wanted at all, but I had no choice; I had to do it. Although it felt incredibly exciting, what man would want another man to enjoy his wife? All of this was for you, Xuehan.
If you hate me, I won't blame you!
Although I couldn't see my wife's expression, I believe she must have been extremely surprised. Since we met, fell in love, got married, and had children, although we've had several arguments, nothing like this has ever happened. I think my wife must be very shocked too!
Sure enough, not long after, I heard a knock on the door, and my wife's choked sobs came from outside: "Honey, I'm sorry, I went too far just now, please forgive me!"
Hearing my wife's voice, my heart softened and I almost opened the door, wanting to tell her the truth. However, a voice inside me told me not to, otherwise all my efforts would be in vain. I hardened my heart and said, "No need to say anything, go find someone who can satisfy you, I'm
not your husband!"
"Honey, please open the door, okay? Let's talk it over, okay? You misunderstood me, I didn't mean it that way! Waaah!"
My wife's sobs continued outside the door.
"You didn't mean that? What did you mean? Yes, you're right, I'm not a man. I can't even satisfy my own wife, what kind of man am I?"
"Husband..."
"Go find one, find a man who can satisfy you!"
No matter what my wife said outside, I hardened my heart and refused to open the door, continuing to tell her to find a man. Perhaps I was really angry, because the last thing I heard was: "Fine, you said it! Don't regret it. Just because you're incompetent doesn't mean
your wife is incompetent. If I want to find a man, it's very easy. You told me to find one, right? Fine, then I'll find one for you! I'll make you furious!"
After saying that, she kicked the door hard twice while crying, and then there was no sound.
My wife's voice faded away outside the door, but for some reason, I felt a sense of relief because of her last words. My penis seemed to stir, but my mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts. After a long while, I checked
the time; it was past ten o'clock at night. Time had flown by. Usually, my wife would be in bed by this time. But I didn't dare open the door, afraid she wasn't asleep yet.
Two more hours passed, and it was past midnight. I figured my wife had cried for so long, she must be fast asleep, so I quietly opened the door and hurried to the bathroom.
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw the light was still on through the crack in the bedroom door. I knew my wife wasn't asleep yet, but I wondered what she was doing, so I crept towards the door.
Just as I reached the door, I heard the sound of a computer keyboard inside. Was my wife still working? I was a little suspicious. I wondered if she had been reading those novels. I didn't know how to bring it up with her, but I thought if she had read those novels
, she would understand my thoughts. After all, we'd known each other for almost ten years and knew each other very well.
But the sound of the keyboard didn't seem right. Was she still working? "Still busy so late?" I felt sorry for my wife and really wanted to go in and check on her, but I couldn't. I had to suppress the urge and return to the guest room. Lying on the bed, I
gradually drifted off to sleep.
Around 7 a.m., I woke up needing to pee. Still half asleep, I opened the door and went out. When I came out of the bathroom, I found my wife sitting at the dining table, waiting for me. This surprised me, because she should have left long ago; she was
already late.
"Get up!"
My wife's tone was flat, her eyes red and swollen, which pained me.
"Mmm!"
I didn't know what to say, so I sat down at the table silently.
"Yesterday, I don't know why I got so angry and said some things I shouldn't have. I hope you don't mind!"
my wife said.
Hearing this, I was surprised. Knowing my wife as I do, based on what happened yesterday, she should have ignored me, at least for two or three days. But today, despite being late, she was apologizing to me, which left me completely
bewildered .
Although what I said yesterday was hurtful, we both knew we were both angry at the time, and anything we said was forgivable. Before I could speak, my wife continued, "When I get home from work, let's have a good talk, okay?"
"Okay!"
I nodded, unsure of what my wife meant. Did she want to have a good talk and make up? Or did she want to break up? But I couldn't tell from her expression.
After saying that, my wife stood up, picked up her bag, and walked out. When she reached the door, a thoughtless sentence blurted out, "Wife! What I said yesterday wasn't said in anger. I'm serious. I've been thinking about this for a long time. I
want you to be happy. I'm not good enough anymore. I want you to be sexually satisfied. If possible, find a lover. I'm serious. I hope you won't blame me!"
Hearing my words, my wife froze at the door, not turning around. After about five or six seconds, she said softly, "Don't be so discouraged. I believe you can do it because you're my husband! We'll talk about the rest when I get home from work!" After
saying that, she opened the door and left.
Watching my wife's figure disappear through the door, I wondered why she was so calm. Logically, she should have been furious! I was puzzled and couldn't figure out what she was thinking. Oh well, I'll find out when she gets home tonight!

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