Is this absolutely a joke?

This is just a joke—I swear—it's absolutely a joke. Even so, I absolutely don't believe it's just a joke.
Bea and I have known each other for 10 years, 8 of which have been our marriage. Like most men, I'm not as sensitive or emotionally volatile as women. It took me a long time to notice the changes in Bea.
Many shocking things in life start with seemingly insignificant things. That day, as I was getting ready for work, I looked for a pair of brown socks to match my suit in my drawer, but I couldn't find them.
"Hey, Bea, where are my brown socks?"
"Oh, they're still in the dryer, I washed them yesterday and forgot to put them in the drawer. But you're incredibly lazy, couldn't you just put them in your drawer yourself?"
Bea's tone annoyed me. In our eight years of marriage, she had never spoken to me like that. I ran to the laundry room in the basement, found my socks and underwear, and ran back upstairs to the bedroom to get dressed. Then, I went downstairs to the kitchen, sipping coffee as I watched Bea prepare school lunches for the children. Her movements were hurried and strangely emotional, making a clattering noise with the cutlery.
After finishing the lunches, she sat down opposite me. Noticing my staring, she asked irritably, "What are you looking at?"
I sensed Bea's odd behavior again. "Nothing, I'm just drinking coffee,"
I replied.
She glared at me, got up, and went to the counter. I followed her, turned her around, and kissed her. She pulled away from my affectionate gesture, looking at me strangely, and asked, "What are you up to?"
"Can't I kiss my beloved woman if I don't do something?"
Bea looked at me, puzzled, and turned to attend to the children. I also left for work.
Driving to work, I pondered Bea's strange behavior that morning, wondering if she was hiding something from me. In my thoughts, I recalled some unusual little things that had happened recently. Sitting in my office, my mind was still on Bea when my secretary and cashier, Brenda, walked in.
"Boss, why the long face?"
I told her what had happened that morning.
"I think your wife is probably feeling too cooped up at home. When was the last time you took her out?"
I tried to recall, but Brenda continued, "If you can't remember after all this time, then it's been quite a while since you took her out. You really should take her out for some fun. If possible, take her away from the house and the kids for a weekend getaway; if that's not possible, at least take her out for dinner or dancing in the evening."
That evening, after returning home, I made several phone calls, asking my relatives to look after my children over the weekend, and booked a room at a beachfront hotel. Then, I went to the living room, where Bea was watching TV. I sat down next to her and told her about my plans.
"Oh, really?"
"Of course it's true. Just the two of us, spending two days and two nights at the beach hotel."
"But I don't have any suitable clothes to wear."
"That's okay, there are still three days until the weekend. You can go shopping and buy some clothes. All you have to do is get everything ready, and we can leave after I get off work on Friday."
It was quite late when we arrived at the beach hotel on Friday night. After checking in, I told Bea to hurry up and change so we could have dinner and then go dancing. When I came out of the bathroom after showering, I saw Bea standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself in her black miniskirt.
"I don't know, I feel like wearing this might scare people away."
"Don't talk nonsense. You look very sexy in this. Every man will be captivated by you. You can get any man you want."
I laughed and said to her, "Just let me watch."
Of course, it was a joke! Deep down, I just wanted to try my best to make her happy—to help her regain her confidence and the joy of life.
When Bea heard me say that, she gave me a strange look and said, "Okay, as long as you're okay."
We had a very pleasant night. Dinner was sumptuous, and we both drank quite a bit of wine. In the ballroom, we had several more glasses of margaritas. By around 11 p.m., Bea's recent gloomy mood had been completely replaced by the joy of the vacation, which greatly relaxed me as well. Whenever Bea was so excited and carefree, she would abandon all her reserve and become unusually passionate in bed, completely like a greedy sex animal.
I got up and went to the restroom because I needed to use the restroom. When I returned to our seats, I found that Bea wasn't there. I looked around the ballroom for Bea and finally saw her dancing in the dance floor with a Black man who was about 10 years younger than her. Bea rarely accepted invitations to dance with strange men before, let alone with a strange Black man. I thought, perhaps it was because she had drunk too many margaritas.
I watched my wife dancing tightly in an embrace with a strange man on the dance floor. Due to the angle, I couldn't be entirely sure if the man's hand was on Bea's buttocks. After the song ended, they didn't return to our seats but stood on the dance floor waiting for the next song.
The band then played a very soothing and romantic piece. At least to me, I felt that Bea and the man were embracing too tightly while dancing, seemingly exceeding the distance a married woman should maintain. From what I observed, or rather, what I thought I observed, the man was already flirting with my wife.
The music finally ended, but instead of taking Bea back to our seats, the man led her to an empty seat on the other side and sat down with her. They chatted there, and I saw the man place his hand on Bea's leg. When the man's hand moved back and forth on her leg, Bea didn't stop him. I really don't know what Bea was thinking. Of course, I knew what the man wanted to do, but why didn't Bea stop him?
His hand continued to caress her thigh, slowly moving towards her groin. I couldn't bear to watch any longer and decided to stop his outrageous behavior. Just as I stood up to go over to them, Bea also stood up, leaned down and kissed the man's cheek, then turned and walked back to our seats.
When she came to me, she didn't sit down, but instead took my arm and said, "Take me away from here, I want to sleep with you, I really want to make love."
In the elevator, she nestled against me, giggling, "Did you see that, my love, did you see that? He's trying to seduce me. He kept teasing me while he was dancing, and I didn't resist his advances, even though I felt terrible. I let his hands rub my buttocks, let his hard thing press between my legs. He definitely knows I'm aroused."
As soon as we entered the hotel room, before I even locked the door, Bea had already stripped naked. "Hurry up, baby, hurry up, little Bea desperately needs a big cock right now."
That night, Bea transformed into the most insane, shameless, and wanton woman imaginable, and our sex life reached unprecedented intensity. We made love for three whole hours, until I finally couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep amidst the throbbing.
The next day, I was even more astonished. When we arrived at the beach and laid our towels on the sand, Bea eagerly took off her bathrobe, revealing a very fashionable and sexy bikini underneath, so small it barely covered her large, full breasts and bushy pubic hair.
I heard whispers around me and turned to see at least a dozen men not far from us, their mouths agape, staring greedily at Bea's half-naked body, their eyes filled with undisguised lewdness.
Bea giggled and said, "I think they probably all admire my body. Do you think any of them want to fuck me?"
During our time on the beach, Bea had been the center of attention for those men. Bea knew this, of course, so she proudly and intentionally displayed her allure and sexiness. Lying on a towel, enjoying the sea breeze and sunshine, Bea occasionally shifted her body, intentionally or unintentionally exposing her private parts.
When she lay face down, she casually untied her bra straps. This action filled the men spying on her with anticipation; they all hoped she would quickly raise herself so they could see her fair and full breasts.
Bea's behavior was rather unfamiliar to me, but she seemed rather smug. Several times, she excitedly turned to me and whispered, "Look at that black guy over there, he's been staring between my legs. I think he might even see my pubic hair."
After a while, she asked me, "Is what they're saying about black men true? I heard them say that black men's penises are thick and long, is that true?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"Look at that black guy over there, the one on the left, he's been staring at me for at least 10 minutes. Look at how big his crotch is, I bet he wants to fuck me."
I didn't know what would happen if I left her alone on the beach, but I was sure that if I left Bea alone on the beach, those men would swarm around her like flies to blood.
That evening at dinner, we drank quite a bit of wine, and then in the dance hall, we drank quite a bit of margarita again. Under the influence of alcohol and the decadent atmosphere of the dance hall, Bea was extremely excited, giggling incessantly.
After about an hour of playing around in the dance hall, the black man who had stared at Bea on the beach came up to our seats and asked if he could have her dance. I was about to tell him to leave when Bea interjected, "Please, baby, let me have some fun, okay?"
Since I had brought Bea here on the weekend to make her happy, there was no reason to spoil her fun, so I nodded in agreement. But what happened later proved that my agreement was a huge mistake.
After the first man bravely broke the ice, boldly invited Bea, and received permission, more and more men who had spied on Bea on the beach came up to ask her to dance. She was having a great time, and I didn't want to spoil her good mood. After dancing with four men, I felt I should exercise my husbandly authority, so I pulled Bea to dance the fifth dance.
Bea nestled in my arms, licking my earlobe as she asked, "I didn't exhaust you last night, did I?"
"I was fine, why do you ask?"
"Because I wanted you to have even more energy tonight to handle me. Since high school, I've never let so many strange men touch my breasts and buttocks. I'm so excited, I can't wait to get back to the room to make love to you. I wanted to do it to you in the elevator."
"Oh, who are you? Wanting to make love to me in the elevator? What did you do to my wife?"
Bea laughed, saying, "My stallion, you left her at home. You won't see her again until you get home."
After the song ended, we returned to our seats, and immediately another Black man pulled Bea off the dance floor. I felt a little strange; why were so many Black men so eager to dance with Bea? They didn't seem to be chasing after any of the other white women in the dance hall.
I watched as three or four Black men took turns dancing with Bea on the dance floor. During breaks, they didn't bring her back, but waited for the next song to start so they could continue dancing with her. After watching for a while, I got up and went to the restroom. There were quite a few people needing to use the restroom; a line had formed outside, making me wait 20 minutes before I could return to my seat.
Bea wasn't at her seat, and I couldn't find her on the dance floor either. I wondered if she had gone to the restroom too.
I ordered another drink, and while the waiter was clearing the table, I found a note in Bea's handwriting: "You said 'You can get any man you want,' as long as you're there to watch, right? I've been waiting for you here for a while, but you haven't come back. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself and would do something inappropriate, so I took them back to our room."
The words on the note sent a chill down my spine. Them? Oh my God, no! I had to stop them immediately! I immediately got up and ran to the elevator, repeatedly pressing the up button, as if that would make it move faster.
The elevator finally arrived, but damn it, it stopped on the 11th floor, and I live on the 15th. I had no choice but to run up the stairs, finally reaching my floor.
When I got to room 1516, the door was wide open, and a man's voice yelled, "Oh my God, this woman's cunt is so tight!"
Then came Bea's voice: "Ahhh, so good, my God! Yes, yes, fuck me hard, my love!"
At that moment, another man shouted, "Quick, shove your dick in her mouth, don't let her wake the neighbors!"

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