What I know about my wife's premarital life

Before my wife and I got married in 1997, I had three threesomes with the same person, an English teacher at Beijing Normal University.
He had pursued her before we got to know each other. She had sex with him during her sophomore year. I could tell she really liked him. Later, she said she wanted to have sex with him
again before we got married, and also because she didn't want to cheat on me. I wondered if she would look down on me for this… Hearing this, I felt like I was being cuckolded, a feeling I couldn't
describe. I felt a bit resentful, but it all turned into sexual excitement. Her words, "The psychological 'pleasure' the moment a stranger penetrates you
is indescribable !" resonated deeply with me. I knew she didn't have sex with him again. I asked, "Didn't you say you two had no feelings for each other?" She said,
"Before we got to know you, we had sex on and off for over two years. Then he and his wife broke up. He pursued me then, but I didn't agree. After getting to know you, I really didn't want him anymore
. Don't be angry with me. " My penis seemed much bigger than usual this time, and I knew my wife was telling the truth. I could tell she really liked him. I felt
a pang of jealousy again, thinking about her teacher having sex with her, and I got very excited. That night, we did it twice.

But for some reason, every time we did it, I wanted her teacher to have sex with her, but after ejaculating, I felt a pang of jealousy and didn't dare think about it anymore.
This But after trying several times, I lost interest when I didn't want to have sex. So, I decided to let my wife have sex with him once before we got married. I told my wife my idea,
but she disagreed. She always said that talking about it was fine, but not actually doing it. Seeing that she didn't want to have sex with him, I don't know why, but I lost interest. Every time we did it , I
finished very quickly, which always made her very angry. She "warned" me that if I finished so quickly again, she wouldn't let me have sex with him anymore. So, we went back to the topic of him having sex with her. Seeing that I had brought it up
repeatedly seriously asked me, "Do you really want him to have sex with me?" I said, "Yes," she said... "Don't agree to it while we're doing it, and then regret it afterwards!"
I said I guaranteed it wouldn't happen. Seeing that I was serious, she laughed and said his thing was pretty big... I couldn't really hear what she said after that.
The phrase "Do you really want him to do me?" kept popping into my head, grating and making me feel ashamed. But deep down, a strange pleasure also welled up. The alternating
stimulation made me even say, "Remember to use a condom!"...

I don't remember which day in March it was, but it was past 8 o'clock. My wife hadn't come home after dinner. I thought about the English teacher and tried calling her
cell phone, but it was off. I had no choice but to stay home and watch TV while waiting for her. Around 10 o'clock, she came home. As soon as she entered, she
hugged and wouldn't let go. I quickly helped her to the sofa, and she said I was fine. She kissed me excitedly, her hand touching my groin, and soon I
was hard. We went to bed, and I took off my clothes, reaching into her pants. She gasped and twisted her lower body forcefully. I
quickly realized she wasn't wearing underwear, so I asked her, "Where are your underwear?" Her face flushed, and she shook her head without answering, pulling me closer. So I climbed on top of her,
revealing my erect penis. My wife lay on the edge of the bed. I instinctively touched her; her skin was smooth. Looking at her excited expression, I felt
a pang of jealousy. I realized something and asked her, "Did you sleep with him?" She didn't answer, just hugged me, her face bright red…

Apparently, that afternoon, her English teacher had invited her back to Beijing Normal University. She probably sensed something was wrong, but went without asking. They
ate out together after the English teacher's class and strolled around the campus. After chatting about the past for a while, my wife told me about her upcoming marriage. She returned to her office at 8 pm, the door was closed, and he first
touched her hand. Seeing she didn't object, he hugged her. She said she was very excited at the time, her whole body went numb, and that man then pulled her onto the desk and had sex with her.

Neither my wife nor I spoke; I just held her close. She nestled in my arms, and I suddenly asked her, "Did you use a condom?" She looked at me for a moment and said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't
blame me? I just wanted to ask, because we're not married yet, and it would be difficult if I got pregnant." Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, I didn't ask again. She said that the man ejaculated in her
mouth, and she ate it. I asked where her underwear was. She said she used it to wipe away the fluid from her vagina during sex, and threw it away afterward. I finally couldn't control myself, got an
erection, aimed at her, and thrust hard. Her moans turned into sobs. I convulsed a few more times, pulled out my penis, and forcefully pressed her head against my crotch…

After ejaculating, I felt a pang of sadness and finally couldn't hold back anymore. I yelled at her for a while, saying everything I wanted to say. She cried and begged me
not to blame her. She said that every time we had sex, she had to tell me about her relationships with other men, but after that, no matter how much I yelled at her, she wouldn't talk back. After a while, I calmed down
and my mood improved. Seeing that I wasn't angry anymore, she asked me gently, "You don't want him to have sex with me, do you? I really don't understand what you men are thinking. I
know you'll look down on me. One minute you're saying you want me to go, and the next you're cursing him to death." I said, "I don't know. But what's your teacher like?"
She said, "Actually, I didn't initially intend to have sex with him. I just wanted to see him. He was very good to me when I was in college. Besides, he really wanted to have sex with me back then, and I didn't want to refuse
. There was no point in refusing, so I let him have sex with me." I asked, "Is his penis really that big?" My wife said, "It's big, really big. I wasn't used to it at first. I
couldn't handle it . I had to hold my breath to let it go in." I said, "Is his penis bigger than your Australian exchange student's?" She said, "Probably not, but his
head is huge! That foreigner's big white penis is so thick when it's hard. He usually only goes in about halfway, he doesn't dare to go in very deep, so he never feels satisfied.
When I was in college, I had never been with anyone. How could I have taken that foreigner's rough handling? I would have been killed! I learned my lesson. He also always wanted to do
anal sex , oh my god! Just thinking about it makes me scared..." She frowned, stroked her labia with her hand, glanced at me, and said, "
Do you feel really comfortable when someone does this to me?" My heart skipped a beat. Her question was a bit unusual, and I didn't know how to answer her. I said, "I don't know." But I liked
her like that. She said, "After all, he's over 40, his wife is divorced, it's just a physical need, nothing more. He's a very nice person." I said, "Do you like him?"
My wife said, "Are you jealous again?!" I don't like him, it's just that he's nice to me. I thought for a moment and said, "If you think it's okay, then go ahead and see him." My wife didn't know
what to say and asked me, "Really?" I said, "Of course! But we have to
use condoms, definitely." At this point, I suddenly thought, what would it be like if that English teacher were here, and we both had sex with her? In the past, when my wife and I were having sex, I often fantasized about having another man with her. My
wife
would get incredibly excited whenever I said this, so I tentatively said, "It's a pity he's not here tonight, otherwise we could both have sex with you." As I said this, I seemed to picture the two of us having sex with my wife, and my voice trembled with excitement. My wife got angry. She blushed and said, "What do you take me for?
That's impossible, how could we ever see each other again?" I said, "Didn't she have sex with two classmates in college once?" Her breathing quickened.
She mumbled a vague "Mmm" and paused for a moment: "Didn't you say you weren't mad at me? Why are you bringing it up again?" I was impulsive and liked the thrill, and besides
, I haven't done it since. "You don't want me anymore, do you?" I reached out my hand, took her small hand in mine, and pulled her towards me. She let out a soft moan
and sat on my lap. My hand caressed her large breasts. She obediently raised her arm, making room for my hand. I kissed my wife's
neck and then whispered in her ear, describing the scenarios we often fantasized about during sex. When I mentioned a threesome again, my wife said: "We were just talking, you're
actually going to do it for real?" I said, "Let's try it. We've been fantasizing about it for so long, we should try it out. Don't you like him too?" My wife said: "Actually, I just want
you to do me alone. Telling you is just to cooperate with you. Besides, even if we were willing, he wouldn't agree." He's quite traditional. I said: "What if
he willing?" As I spoke, I continued to caress my wife, who became excited again. I continued, "Imagine, if there were two men right now,
one ? If you don't enjoy it now, you won't have the chance when you're older."
My wife was once again drawn into the threesome scenario, moaning and saying, "Please stop, I can't take it anymore. It would be so embarrassing if it really happened." I asked, "
You agree?" My wife quickly said, "Don't be silly! I know you want to see me with someone else. I'll ask him out sometime. We'll see."

Later, my wife agreed to call him. I recommended a coffee shop near Beixinqiao. My wife wore a light blue dress that day, which accentuated her
vitality. I was slightly disappointed when I first met him because he looked to be about 40 years old, with a large, shiny nose, but fortunately, he had a
refined appearance . He was thin and muscular. After a brief chat, I smiled and said, "I've heard Xiaobai talk about you a lot." My wife nudged me with her foot, and I could see a hint of nervousness in her expression. He
gave her the wedding gift he'd bought beforehand, which she accepted generously. We chatted and laughed, and he told us about his girlfriend and his current
job. The three of us talked for over two hours, until about 9 PM, when my wife said she wanted to leave. When she got home, she asked me, "What do you think of him?" I thought for a moment and
told her, "He's alright, quite well-behaved." I tentatively suggested, "Let's give it a try, okay?" My wife said, "It would be so embarrassing if he knew about your hobby."
I said no problem. My wife said, "As long as you're happy, I'm happy too. As long as you're willing, I have no objections." I said, "As long as he keeps quiet, it's fine. After all, he's older
than us. I feel safe."

About two weeks later, he called and invited the two of us to dinner. We drank and talked about everything, but my wife had to go home at the last minute. As the restaurant emptied out, I
couldn't help but tell him about his relationship with his wife and the three of us together. He was embarrassed and remained silent for a long time, saying he couldn't understand us. We continued drinking, and this time
he brought up the threesome topic himself, asking if I'd participated. I said no. He asked, "You guys really want to do it? Xiaobai agreed too?" I said it didn't really matter;
I'd asked her, and she said it didn't matter either, as long as I was willing, she was fine with it. He sighed and said he couldn't accept it, then stared at me for a moment and said, "You don't feel awkward at all when I'm
with ?" I lowered my voice and said, "Sometimes I think it's exciting that Xiaobai has been with other people. I often ask Xiaobai
about the details of her past encounters with you during sex to spice things up.

" "You're really perverted." He immediately realized his rudeness after saying that, then laughed and said back, "What you said reminded me. I remembered that back in college
, Xiaobai was a popular figure, many boys liked her, and besides him, Xiaobai had been with other boys too. I just hadn't thought
about think about it later." I encouraged him, "It's been so long, I've come to terms with it. Actually, Xiaobai is really horny." She especially enjoyed imagining two men having sex with her
while , it got her really excited. It's a pity she's not here tonight, otherwise we could both have her together.

He waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, you're drunk, aren't you? How will we face each other after that? Stop it." At this point, I was already blinded by desire,
and said: "Why can't we meet? It's my choice, and she'll definitely want to too. I'll call her right now and ask her to come back." He still shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, definitely
not. If you call, I'll go back to school right now."

Just then, my phone rang. It was my wife, asking where I was. I said I was still out drinking, and she said she'd come find us right away. He probably understood what my
wife and I were talking about, and he became a little restless, his face flushed. She arrived, wearing light eyeshadow and lipstick. We continued drinking, and my wife said she had a class early in the morning and
needed to go back to the language institute's small house for convenience. I felt there was a chance. He went to the bathroom, and I whispered to my wife: "Go back to the language institute and call him."
My wife softly said: "Ugh!"

That night I took a taxi home. Lying in bed, I felt restless. After more than an hour, I called my wife's cell phone. When she answered, she softly asked
where I was and told me to come to the small room. She hung up quickly. I rushed out and took a taxi to the language institute. The hallway was quiet at night, and I don't know how
I opened the door with my key. The lights were still off. At that moment, I felt an uncomfortable urge down there. I went into the room. In the darkness, I could only hear some commotion, as if someone was covering me with a blanket.
I called my wife's name, but she didn't answer. I could only hear the creaking of the bed. I quickly turned on the light. My wife was lying on the bed with her back to the door. He sat on
the edge of the bed, looking lost. He had very white skin and a strong body, wearing only a white pair of briefs. He thought I was angry and explained that Xiaobai had called him and asked to meet up
... I glanced at him and broke the silence, asking if he was tired and if he was still able to do it. He nodded quickly, and I went straight to the other end of the bed and sat down. I moved my wife's body
over to me, and she didn't let go immediately. She just smiled at me with her head down, then blushed and didn't say anything. He sat on the bed, sweating profusely. I took off my shirt and underwear,
squeezed onto the bed, and my wife seemed a little awkward. She moved the blanket off her body, revealing herself completely naked. She put her hands on her breasts and buried her head in
my chest. I watched in disbelief as my wife's breathing quickened and her eyes closed. I glanced at him, and he leaned in
, slipping his hand between her buttocks. She let out a moan. I turned her face and kissed her. She kissed me passionately, as if a drowning person had grabbed
a piece body relaxing. He stood by the bed, taking off his white briefs. His penis
was similar in shape to mine, lighter in color, with a large, bright red glans. My wife's hands began to grope and search my body. I knew she was looking for my penis. I
lay down beside her, stroking her large, swollen breasts while observing the scene. She still had her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, emitting
rhythmic moans. Her hand, holding his penis, moved up and down. Her other hand had reached my penis and was gently stroking it. I asked her
, "Can you kiss me?" My wife grunted in agreement, then released her hands and began to prop herself up. I lifted myself up and brought my penis to her lips, now that she was sitting up.
My wife opened her eyes, looked around, and smiled sheepishly. We made eye contact, and he lifted himself up, simultaneously bringing his penis to her mouth. She took it in her mouth
, and seeing my erection, he gently stroked her head with his left hand while his right hand guided my penis towards her face. She slowly opened her mouth, sucking on it and moving it back and
forth . He pressed her head down, then pushed her away abruptly, gagging a few times. I asked, "You two didn't do it?" My wife nodded then shook her head,
saying, "He was probably too nervous when he heard you call my cell phone; he couldn't get hard." He looked up and asked, "You go first." I said, "You go first." He turned my wife over
, and she instinctively bent over. Perhaps due to nervousness, her penis was a little soft; she tried twice without success. He masturbated a few times, and his penis hardened a bit
. He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps to my wife and me, "That's it! That's it!" Then, with one hand on his penis and the other on his wife's raised
buttocks, he thrust into her vagina under my gaze. His wife let out a soft moan, her eyes closed, her face contorted with excitement. He
continued , then couldn't take it anymore. He cried out and quickly pulled out, ejaculating onto her raised, white buttocks. His wife buried her head in the pillow, her body
involuntarily tilting to one side. I laid her down, placing the pillow under her buttocks, and began to have sex with her. He stepped aside, standing under the bed,
watching . At this point, I had already lifted his wife's legs onto my shoulders, my hands caressing her breasts, my buttocks slamming down harder and harder.
The bedroom echoed with his wife's excited moans and the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh. After about ten minutes of fucking, my wife was already at the head of the bed, with no chance of backing down.
She was just moaning and groaning. I could feel the sound of her getting dressed very close. I got up and pulled out my penis. My lower body was sticky and wet. He was standing by the bed getting dressed.
My wife pulled the pillowcase over her face. I rolled over and lay on the bed and asked him how it felt. He said it was really exciting and felt great, but it was a
little short. He didn't even change positions. I asked him if he was still okay. He said he probably couldn't last tonight. He said he had to go back. I thought he probably
wouldn't have , so I didn't try to stop him. As soon as he left, my wife said I should see him off, since this kind of thing had a big psychological impact on him. I thought about it and agreed. I
got dressed and chased after him. I caught up with him at the teaching building. I said I'd walk with him for a while. He said it would be best if he didn't feel tired.

We left the teaching area and sat in the garden for a while. Since it was 1 pm, there was no one in the garden. We chatted for a bit, then returned to our original
topic. He said that although he still had psychological resistance, he did enjoy it physically. I said that since things had already come to this, we didn't need to worry about those things anymore. He
agreed, saying that people are different, and not many can truly accept it. For a long time afterward, neither of us spoke, or perhaps we didn't know what to say. I asked, "
Is a very promiscuous woman?" He said no, and then, unsure what to say, he hesitated for a long time before saying, "She's the best woman, a woman of passion. Actually
, many people have this desire, but they just don't dare to. I envy you two. Actually, you're the ones who enjoy this the most. I'm just a prop, like
the rubber tool many people use when they're having sex, except I'm a person. Don't worry, I guarantee that this secret between us will never be
known by anyone else." I'm a bit old-fashioned in my thinking, but to be honest, deep down I'm also... how should I put it, I have my own very private things,
but I've always suppressed them. Tonight, I was actually quite happy, but afterwards, that hypocritical attitude resurfaced. I know I'm pretty hypocritical
myself

didn't know what to say then, so I just nodded. After seeing him off, on my way back, I bumped into my wife just as I reached the building entrance. Seeing her carrying a bag,
I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. My wife said she was going home. Seeing her timidly looking at me, I said, "What's done is done." My wife nodded, her eyes
still timidly looking at me. Suddenly, I
felt a surge of heat. I asked again, "Was it enjoyable?" This time, my wife shook her head, saying it was probably because of too much pressure. My mind was completely in turmoil. I hurriedly pressed her for answers: "Why couldn't we do it at home today?" Pressed by my questions, she snapped, "
Go away, don't be silly, you men don't understand."

We went home together. After getting out of the car, I didn't mention it to my wife again because I suddenly felt a bit bored. I helped my wife upstairs. She seemed a little awkward and
pushed me away. After opening the door, she kicked off her shoes and ran naked into the bathroom without even changing into slippers. I turned off the living room light and turned on the TV on the sofa,
but not very loudly. I could hear some sounds from the bathroom. My wife called to me, "You should wash up too, and then come in." "I'm not dirty," I called out to
the bathroom "You have to wash up, how can you not be dirty after playing outside?" My wife emphasized, commanding, "Come here!" I lowered my head and went into
the bathroom. She was naked, with a towel placed on her genitals. She sat up in the bathtub and pulled me in. She rubbed her genitals with her hands under the water.
"Wash yourself properly." After rinsing her genitals, my wife, still soaking wet, lathered my entire body with shower gel, paying particular attention to my genitals. She used one small hand to pull back my foreskin,
exposing the glans, then rinsed it with water. The glans, like a red apricot, emerged from the foreskin. She stroked my penis up and down. I said, "Let
me wash you later." She said, "Okay," and licked the glans with her mouth. I jolted, and she looked up at me, giving me a glare.
I got out of the bathtub and let her lie down. I lathered her body with shower gel from her neck down to every inch of her skin. My wife's skin was incredibly smooth and delicate. I placed
my hands on her large breasts; they were soft but not very firm. I then washed her genitals. Because of the sparse pubic hair, her entire
vulva was clearly visible. I smiled at her and said, "Was that comfortable? How does it compare to me?" My wife said, "I don't know what to say. Guess what?" He started
touching me as soon as he came over. His nervous look was hilarious, so I held back, wanting to see what he was up to. "And then?" I asked, getting excited. "And then? He
pulled down my underwear. I was lying on my side at the time, and I felt him touching my genitals from behind." My wife said, touching my penis with her hand.
"Gentles? Where's 'gentles'?" I asked her deliberately. "You bastard! You mean there?" my wife said. "And what did you do? Didn't you teach him a lesson?" I
asked her excitedly, feeling my penis already hard. "

I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I should have gotten up, but I had no strength at all. He touched me, and I started getting wet. After a while,
I heard him breathing heavily, then the sound of him pulling down his pants. He lay down behind me and started thrusting his penis inside me. 'I didn't expect you to call my cell phone. He
probably too nervous, and his thing wouldn't get hard.'" My wife said, her face flushed, her hand trembling as she touched my penis. I smiled and said, "Let me help you wipe it."
"Let me massage your back," I said, pouring some shower gel over her back. My body pressed tightly against hers, and she softly hummed in response, resting her head
on my shoulder. I started to feel something again, and my penis gradually became erect, pressing against her buttocks, though not very hard. I slowly rubbed
her anus with one finger, gradually penetrating deeper. Her anus wasn't very tight, and with the lubrication of the shower gel, my hand easily slipped in. She
lowered her head , her shoulders drooping. "What are you doing? Come out, wash properly, don't play there! It's dirty!"

My heart pounded with excitement. I said, "Let me fuck your anus." She jolted and turned her head away. "You're getting more and more outrageous. I can't take it. Can't you be nicer
to me?" I said, "Please. Just bear with it. I'm getting old, I can't even do anything like that anymore..." My wife paused for a moment and said, "Be
gentle, I've really never done that before." I said, "Stop, I'll stop." I kept saying, "Okay, okay." I pressed my wife down on the sink from behind, holding my penis with one hand and supporting myself
on her buttocks with the other. I pressed the head of my penis against her anus and slowly, little by little, inserted it. It was incredibly tight. With a sudden thrust, the head of my penis slid in. She
screamed, "No! No! Get out!" Her whole body felt like it had been electrocuted. She collapsed onto the sink, my penis being forced out of her anus. My wife buried
her head in the sink, breathing heavily, her whole body trembling violently. I felt a little guilty and stood to the side, asking her, "What's wrong? Does it hurt? Are you okay
?" My wife didn't answer and turned her face away. Suddenly, the phone rang in the living room. My wife, frowning, walked out of the bathroom naked. She walked with a limp, her buttocks
clenched tightly. I gently sat down on the toilet. He stroked his limp penis with his hand…

His wife was talking in the bedroom. After about ten minutes, she hung up the phone. I came out of the bathroom. His wife lay motionless on the bed, watching TV by herself. I
went back to bed, quietly savoring what had just happened. We both watched TV in silence.

She turned over and buried her head in my chest. I felt her tears dripping onto my chest, and my heart tightened. I hugged her tightly.
She began to sob in my arms. I gently asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer. After a long time, she slowly calmed down. Then I
whispered, "You're so good to me. I know it's to make me happy, but I feel like I'm being too selfish." Hearing this, she said, "As long as you're excited,
I'm willing to do anything." I hugged her, and she suddenly hummed and said, "You had so much fun today. You fucked all three of my eyes. It was my first time having a threesome. Are you satisfied?" I
apologized, saying I'd been too impulsive. My wife told me that the English teacher who called earlier immediately apologized, also saying he'd been too impulsive that night and
couldn't face us. I told her that this was voluntary, and we derived pleasure from it. If anything was impulsive, it was me who was too impulsive
in dragging you into this. I said, "I didn't expect you to be so understanding." She kissed me, and I massaged her breasts while kissing her face and ears. She giggled
and said, "Oh, it tickles!" I turned my wife over, so she was lying face down on the bed with her buttocks in the air, spreading her two white, tender thighs as wide as possible. I lay between her legs
, carefully examining her anus. My wife turned to look at me and asked if I'd studied it enough. I massaged her anus again, and her muscles tensed up, her entire
body trembling. She said, "Don't move! It hurts! Please!" My wife strongly objected, and I reluctantly stopped, lying down beside her. I took her
hand and pressed it against my penis. She just held it, neither moving nor pulling it away. I moved my body up, positioning it near her mouth, and then gently pushed it
in mouth, and I carefully inserted it. I asked, "Do you like licking that thing?" She hesitated for a moment and answered, "Not really."
Then she asked me, "Do you men especially like women licking that thing?" I replied, "Yes. I like you licking it. I also like you
eating my semen!" She continued: The first time she ate semen was with that Australian exchange student. She was afraid of getting pregnant, so she wouldn't let him ejaculate inside. He made her lick it out, and she thought
it was better than getting pregnant, so she agreed. Who knew the taste of the semen would make her not eat for a day? She slowly got used to it. At first, she would spit out the semen, but later he always
made her drink it. Sometimes she didn't even know when he ejaculated, and by the time she felt it, it was right in front of her throat, and she couldn't spit it out. "I had no choice but to swallow it,"
I chuckled inwardly and then asked, "What about the English teacher that time?" She said, "Spare me, don't ask like that." I said, "Fine, open your mouth wide and let me do it
myself ." I skillfully masturbated, aiming at her mouth and quickly stroking up and down. She waited there with her mouth open, and a stream of white semen shot into her mouth. Her head
instinctively jerked back, but I held it down with my hand and quickly shoved it back into her mouth. I gripped it tightly, and she desperately tried to push it out, wanting to spit it
out, but I wouldn't let her! I held her head tightly to keep her from moving. I could feel her throat swallowing my semen, and only when my penis slowly
stopped throbbing did I release her. My wife suddenly spat out and asked, "Did you wash that thing just now?" I quickly said, "No!" My wife immediately got up, grabbed a
pillowcase to cover her mouth, and rushed to the bathroom, followed by the sound of vomiting…

Days passed, and the psychological and emotional “awkwardness” caused by that anal sex and threesome gradually dissipated. She
never contacted that English teacher again, and she could focus on being with me again. Life returned to its original track, and we occasionally used memories to spice up our sex life. If
my wife weren’t such a passionate person, things might have continued like this.

That happened in January 1998. That night, after showering, my wife and I were watching TV in bed. She was like a child, clinging to me while we watched.
It was that usual position for couples at home: me in front, her behind. She was wearing a loose two-piece cotton loungewear set. My hand
slipped under the hem of her top; she wasn't wearing anything underneath, so I easily touched her soft breasts. I reached into my shorts and pulled out my penis. It was half-erect
. I said, "Can you stroke it?" She stroked it a little. I said, "Why are you so distracted?" My wife was silent for a moment and then said, "Can you let me watch
TV ? Just clinging like this is fine... Oh, you... Okay, okay, stop moving, this episode is almost over." My wife hugged me and kissed me, then pushed me
away. During the commercial break, to get me excited, she played with my mouth for a while. I didn't expect her to get so aroused. My wife blushed and said
, "I went to Beijing Normal University this morning." I didn't react for a moment. My wife's face turned bright red, and she said again, "Are you angry!" I was stunned.
The image of that English teacher immediately flashed into my mind. I was a little confused, and it was all too sudden. I couldn't believe it. "Are you kidding me?" "It's true, I even let him do it to me again.
" Seeing my stunned expression again, she explained, "It's that English teacher." "Don't try to fool me. Didn't you go to your house?" "It's true, I'm not kidding you. Are you
angry?" I wasn't sure if it was true or not, so I said, "I'm not angry! I wasn't angry when you did it to me." My wife's face turned bright red, and her expression was...
I was so excited. My wife had originally planned to go to her own house that morning, but halfway there, her English teacher called and asked her to come. She hadn't expected anything like this to happen. She said
he was very excited, and she half-heartedly went along with him. Everyone seemed very natural. When we were doing it in his office, we could hear his colleagues chatting next door.
I was very nervous; it was just a novelty. First, it was on his desk, then we went to the chair by the window. He sat on the chair, and I sat
on his lap. No matter where we went, I always had one of his clothes under me for cleanliness. His penis was hard, and it felt very comfortable against me. He
used a condom. I wanted to put the used condom in the trash, but he refused, saying he was afraid his colleagues would see. It was embarrassing. In the end, I put it in my backpack, carried it
around shopping, and then threw it in the trash. Listening to my wife's story, I said I wasn't angry, but inside I felt a pang of jealousy. Suddenly, her English teacher called and asked her to go.
She hadn't expected anything to happen. My wife said, "He was very excited, and I half-heartedly went along with him. Everyone felt very natural. When we were doing it in his office,
we could hear his colleagues talking next door. I was very nervous; it was just a novelty." First, it was on the desk, then we went to the chair by the window.
He sat on the chair, and I sat on his lap. Wherever we went, I always had one of his clothes under me for cleanliness. His penis was
hard , and it felt very comfortable against me. He used a condom. I wanted to put the used condom in the trash, but he refused, saying he was afraid his colleagues would see. It was embarrassing. Finally, I
put it in my backpack, carried it around shopping, and then threw it in the trash. Listening to my wife's story, I said I wasn't angry, but I felt a pang of jealousy inside. [The End]

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