Luxury ship sex tour

April had barely begun when my wife started her nagging, insisting on a trip during the May Day holiday. I dread going shopping with her; I'm always venturing into
boutiques the endless shopping just leaves me exhausted. A trip would be a nightmare! But she wouldn't listen, so I finally said, "Find me
somewhere that doesn't involve climbing mountains, walking, or getting tired, and I'll go." I thought, "Where can I find such a place?" She was clearly deliberately making things difficult.

But a week later, she pulled out two brightly colored pieces of paper, waved them in front of me, gave a smug grin, and said, "This should
meet your three 'no' conditions, right?" I looked at them; it was a five-day luxury cruise on the Three Gorges. Although I'd been on the Three Gorges three times, I couldn't spoil my wife's fun. But when I
asked the price, wow, 1500 yuan per ticket, and that didn't even include food and drinks! Given my wife's extravagant spending habits, this trip alone
cost at least 5,000 yuan, including food and shopping . She also told me that her classmate and his

wife were going too. This classmate she mentioned is really quite unusual. They were classmates from junior high to university, and then came to the same city and became colleagues in the same company. I
still don't understand how they, classmates for ten years and colleagues for three, could never have slept together! If it weren't for the fact that my wife was definitely a virgin the first time I slept with her, I would find it hard
to believe they were so pure, as pure as purified water that's been filtered twenty-eight times.

But their relationship is definitely exceptionally good. The first time I met him, he called my current wife "sister," and she called him "little brother," and I really thought
they were siblings. Later I found out that he was two months older than my wife. I got married two years before him, and during those two years, he practically made my house his own. He ate, drank
, and used everything at my house, taking whatever he wanted, except for my wife, whom he wouldn't dare use.

Over time, a nagging feeling lingered in my mind: I could tell they were innocent before marriage, but it would be much harder to find out if they cheated on me afterward. Why?
It's simple. They're in bed all the time, how would you know? My wife didn't want children right away after marriage, so she had a contraceptive procedure
to prevent pregnancy. I'd heard of accidents, but it wouldn't happen to them. Even if she'd just come back from outside, and you were already having sex
with those silly noises, how would you know if she'd been unfaithful? It's not that I don't trust my wife, but anyone in that situation would have
doubts, right, buddy?

But I had to keep those thoughts to myself; I couldn't say anything without evidence. I had to pretend everything was fine, otherwise it would affect our relationship. Two years later, her classmate got married.
Although they saw each other less, my nagging feeling wasn't completely gone. Every time I saw her classmate, I wondered, "Did you two sleep together again?" Seeing his
wife always evoked a desire to sleep with her. It wasn't that she was particularly beautiful, but rather a desire to achieve a balance: you sleep with my wife, I sleep with yours, and we both end up
cheating on each other. Isn't wife-swapping all the rage these days? It'd be like a swap, even if it was back-to-back and nobody knew.

The thought was there, but the opportunity was lacking. When our families were together, I secretly flirted with my wife's classmate's wife (it sounds awkward, let's
call her Tingting from now on), but her response wasn't very strong. A few times when her husband was away on business, my wife invited her to our house for dinner, even overnight, but
she didn't dare to do anything inappropriate under my wife's watchful eye. Hearing that she would be accompanying us this time, I secretly chuckled countless times.

When we boarded the yacht and found our room, Tingting and her husband were already there. The yacht had single, double, and quadruple rooms. We naturally got a quadruple room. Each family
had one , naturally with the woman on the lower bunk and the man on the upper bunk—a traditional sex position, and also convenient for me to spy on them from above. After putting away our luggage, everyone went to the deck
to enjoy the scenery, take some photos and videos, and half a day passed quickly. The ship's computer room opened at 2 PM (it really is a luxury ship).

My wife insisted on going, but I refused. She's been obsessed with some idiotic game called Adventure Island lately, and her skills are terrible; accompanying her would be torture. Seeing that
I didn't want to go, and noticing my wife's pout, her classmate volunteered to go with her. My wife
snorted , and the two of them left.

Damn, I'm playing the good guy again, trying to please my wife! I was a little annoyed, but my anger dissipated when I saw Tingting. I have a beautiful woman by my side, it
would be wrong of me not to take advantage of the opportunity. I said to Tingting, "Where shall we go for some fun?

" I pronounced "flirting" in a strange tone, clearly seductive. She smiled and said, "

Can you be serious?" I smiled broadly and said, "What's inappropriate? Touching you? Pinching you?" This was the most
inappropriate . I stared at her face, waiting for her reaction. If she got angry, I'd revert to my former self-discipline. Luckily, Tingting only rolled her eyes and said, "You
men, you're all all talk."

I said, "Wrong, men's hearts are fickle." Seeing the atmosphere was good, I started chatting with her. I wasn't in a rush; I needed romance, I needed ambiance. Although my
ultimate goal was still to possess her body, I had a wife and didn't lack sex. What I wanted was a "romantic" possession.

"Why don't you two have children yet?" Tingting suddenly asked about my private life. I didn't answer immediately. Tingting's husband should know why we weren't having children yet, and she should have heard her husband and my wife talk about it. What did

she mean by asking now ? "Sigh, it's a long story." I could only feign profundity and avoid a direct answer. "I really want a child." Tingting's tone carried a hint of longing and helplessness. Could it be that they had some problems? Unable to guess, I asked, "Then why don't you have a baby?" "He said he'd think about it in a few years. Maybe it's because of your influence," Tingting said, her voice tinged with resentment. "I've never encouraged your husband, and besides, it's not that I don't want one," I quickly clarified. This was the truth, but I didn't want Tingting to have a bad impression of me. "I know," Tingting said, then sighed, adding, "God is so unfair." "How old are you? Already complaining? Be careful you don't become like Lin Daiyu (a character from a Chinese folktale)." I thought I was being humorous and would make her laugh. She didn't laugh; her expression remained heavy. In my circle of acquaintances, they were considered a happy and fulfilling couple. What could possibly be causing them unhappiness? Everyone has a penchant for peeping into others' privacy, and I wanted to know if she was troubled: "What's unfair to you? Tell me." Tingting was silent for a moment, then clenched her fist as if making a decision, looked me in the eye, and said, "You're not allowed to laugh when I tell you, and you're not allowed to tell your wife or my husband." Wow! Such a serious topic, I didn't want to hear it anymore. I said, "You don't have to say it. I don't have to listen." "I've been holding it in for a long time. I've been feeling uncomfortable, but I can't tell anyone. Now that I finally have this opportunity, and you do this, even though I've always thought of you as a good person," Tingting said, her tone clearly reproachful towards the end. When did she start thinking of me as a good person? Why did she think of me as a good person? How come I had no idea? A man's heart is actually more... [The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly.]

"Softness—a kind word or a tear can capture a man's heart; otherwise, where would the famous saying 'Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman' come from?" "Okay, go ahead. I promise I won't
tell anyone, including my wife, her mother, her great-grandmother…" I was about to continue when Tingting laughed, so I stopped.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. When I said God is unfair, I meant men and women are treated differently… no, I meant… sigh, why can't I explain it
clearly ?" Tingting slapped her head in frustration. I waited patiently. "Let me put it this way, whether we women are virgins or not, you men can know.
Whether you men are virgins or not, we women can't know; we can only listen to what men say. Tell me, isn't that unfair?"

What kind of question is this? Thinking about it carefully, it really is a question, and it is indeed a little unfair. Tingting's question wasn't meant to be a theoretical
discussion . She must have given her husband a virginity and suspects he had other women before her?
Who is this woman? My wife hasn't mentioned it. Could she suspect it's my wife? It's possible. Even though I slept with a 100% virgin, how would Tingting know?
My mind was filled with questions. I quickly went through Tingting's entire explanation and concluded that she suspected her husband and my wife
were having an affair , and that they were still entangled. She wanted confirmation from me.

But Tingting didn't say anything directly, and I didn't want to be blunt (even if she were, I wouldn't be, because that would ruin things). So, I seriously continued her story, talking about
how important trust is in marriage—all things I'd read in books. I'm very eloquent; I can make even the most mundane talk come alive, and I have plenty of funny examples. As I spoke, she
laughed, and I, embarrassed, shut up. She kept laughing, a slightly bigger laugh than a smile. I laughed too, wanting to

laugh until our mouths were practically touching.

"You're pretending," she said, still smiling, her words hitting the nail on the head.

"Happiness and sorrow are self-inflicted. It depends on what you need." I stopped laughing; my words were full of philosophy, and life was indeed like that.

"What if sorrow finds you?" she asked. She stopped laughing too.

"Forget it. One must be good at forgetting." I wanted to fully display my eloquence to win her favor. I told her about the many benefits of forgetting, and
the various . She listened quietly, like a student in class.

She refilled my teacup twice. Once, when I took the cup, I deliberately touched her hand. She didn't pull away, but looked at me with
tender , her cheeks flushing slightly. "A friend's wife is not to be trifled with," I wanted to follow this precept, but ever since I met her, I couldn't forget her.

Time passed quickly in our casual conversation. Tingting's husband and my wife returned, both beaming and seemingly still in high spirits. I glanced at Tingting;
she turned her face away, clearly unhappy that her husband and my wife were so close.

"Dear passengers..." The ship's loudspeaker blared, a sickeningly sweet female voice announcing that the ship would be spending the night in Yichang, waiting to pass through the locks
. Passengers could go ashore to explore, but had to return to the ship by 11 PM. We had just finished dinner when the ship stopped in Yichang. The four of us went ashore to stroll around, taking in the monotonous city streets and the
ubiquitous goods. I was tired and bored, and suggested we go back. My wife refused, but her classmate stepped in to play the good Samaritan. I told her not to be too late and started heading back.
Then I heard a voice behind me saying, "I'm going back too," it was Tingting.

(II)

Back on the ship, after showering, Tingting changed into an extremely loose casual outfit. I scrutinized this woman, whom I hadn't usually found particularly beautiful, and realized how
stunning ! In my mind, Tingting was far less beautiful than my wife. Her breasts weren't as big, her waist as slim, her buttocks as round, and even
her voice wasn't as sweet.

If I were to give my wife a score of ten, Tingting would at most an eight. But now, how could she look so much better?

Under my gaze, Tingting seemed a little embarrassed. "What are you staring at? We only met today?" Her voice was sweet.

"Indeed, I only realized how beautiful you are today. How come I never noticed before?" I said, speaking my mind.

Tingting's face flushed.

"Want to go up to the deck for some fresh air?" I asked her. She nodded and followed me to the stern of the top deck. There were fewer tourists; most had probably gone out onto the street. We found a
discreet spot with good visibility of the gangway and stopped.

The night was beautiful. The twinkling lights and the stars reflected in the river, creating a breathtaking scene. The time and place were perfect for romance.

I stood very close to her, inhaling the scent of shampoo and her own natural fragrance from her still-damp hair. I stroked her hair from
root to tip, occasionally bringing it close to my nose, brushing my cheek with the ends of her hair. My heart began to flutter.

Neither of us spoke, afraid to break the unspoken understanding, afraid that breaking the silence would bring back our sobriety and rationality.

She leaned her head closer to me. I cupped her face in my hands, and we stood facing each other, our eyes meeting, both filled with deep affection. Without hesitation,
our lips met in a passionate kiss! I parted my mouth slightly, and she opened her teeth too, our tongues intertwining, unwilling to separate.

A soft moan escaped Tingting's nose. My hand moved to her waist, from the edge of her wide dress to her lower back, then slowly to her front. Her
waist wasn't particularly slender, but it was full and supple, a pleasure to touch. Tingting grasped my hand and guided it upwards, stopping at her breasts—small, firm,
and elastic breasts that could be easily grasped. I kneaded her breasts, gently pinching her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, until they quickly hardened and swelled. Tingting seemed
unable to resist , pulling my tongue away and resting her head on my shoulder.

I gently pushed Tingting away, lifted her shirt to reveal her two plump breasts, and leaned in
to lick one nipple with my tongue. Tingting's body trembled slightly.

My nose lightly touched the hard nipple, and a refreshing fragrance wafted into my nostrils. I deftly circled the nipple with my tongue,
rubbing my nose against it before moving to the other. Tingting's soft moans were now coming from her mouth.

We changed positions, so she was facing the river. I tried to unbuckle her belt with one hand, but couldn't. Tingting

took it off herself and unzipped her pants. My right hand immediately went inside and touched her buttocks. She hooked her arms around my neck, first kissing me and then gently biting me,
causing my penis to bulge in my pants. She grabbed it and squeezed it hard, almost making me wet.

I gestured with my hand, and Tingting immediately spread her legs apart. I slipped my hand between her legs.

My index finger traced her labia minora; it felt sticky. I pulled it out, and in the darkness, I could clearly see a clear liquid. My middle finger then slipped
between her labia minora, moving it in and out along the opening of her vagina. My fingertip suddenly touched a small bump on the upper part of her labia. Even with just that light touch, Tingting...
She was already unsteady on her feet, clutching my head tightly with both hands, breathing heavily. Tingting's clitoris was more prominent than my wife's; women like her are more likely to orgasm.

I continued to rub her clitoris with my fingertips, her labia minora opening wider and wider, my fingers already wet.

Suddenly, Tingting grabbed my hair with both hands, letting out a suppressed "Ah!" from the depths of her throat, followed by a violent tremor throughout her body, a large gush of
vaginal gushing out. I quickly reached out my other hand to catch all the fluid, so as not to stain her pants. As Tingting released her hands, she whispered
three words in my ear very softly: "I love you!"

Was it the thrill of an affair, or was my technique good enough? Was her husband incompetent, or was she just a natural slut? I didn't know, I just didn't expect her to
climax so quickly.

After resting for a while, I called my wife, and she said they were on their way back. I told Tingting to go back to her room and wait for them. I went to the TV room and watched
TV for a

while before returning, pretending to be annoyed by my wife's shopping spree. My wife kept apologizing and showed me some of the things she bought. I feigned praise for her shopping skills. After falling asleep, I couldn't calm down. I was both upset about betraying my wife and excited about the thrill of my next encounter. My erection,
throbbing . I turned to face Tingting on the lower bunk opposite me, intending to masturbate. In the dim light filtering through the frosted glass of the door, I saw
two small glints in Tingting's eyes; she was staring at me too. Thinking about that erotic scene from earlier, imagining my penis entering Tingting's vagina, I
stroked my penis up and down less than fifty times before ejaculating.

That night I had a very beautiful dream. I dreamt that Tingting and I were playing in a beautiful place that seemed familiar, playing cops and robbers. She was hiding in a small house made of
colorful leaves. When I caught her, she was completely naked and threw herself into my arms, her legs crossed and wrapped around my waist. My
pants were gone at some point, and my hard penis "whooshed" into her little slit.

"Get up! Lazybones, the sun's shining on your butt!" my wife called to me. Breakfast was ready .

(III)

The beautiful dream became a reality when we arrived at Baidi City.

The ship docked at the famous Baidi City. This was a newly built tourist pier. The beautiful scenery of "departing from Baidi City amidst colorful clouds at dawn" was no longer there; the
turbulent gorge at the mouth of the Qutang Gorge had become a calm lake. But the ancient city of Baidi and the Hall of Entrusting the Orphan of Liu Bei were still popular tourist destinations. The ship docked here for four hours. My wife felt that there wasn't enough
time she wasn't satisfied, while I felt that the time was too long and I was bored.

Standing atop Baidi Mountain, I was suddenly struck by a sense of melancholy. After the Three Gorges Dam is completed, this place will be surrounded by water, becoming a natural island. What we see today will inevitably become a magnificent spectacle
for all realize the brevity of life. My wife, noticing my thoughtful expression, came over to ask me what was on my mind. I explained my thoughts, and she laughed, saying I was worrying about the ancients.
While everyone was laughing, Tingting said, "Big Brother's words are very philosophical."

"Huh, when did you start calling me Big Brother?" my wife teased.

"Didn't your husband always call you Sister?" Tingting responded quickly.

Before, Tingting would add her surname before "Brother," but today she dropped the surname and called me "Big Brother." I, of course, knew the reason for this change perfectly well.
But there was a problem: her husband calls my wife Sister, and she calls me Brother—it seems a bit confusing? Fortunately, everyone was happy and didn't think too much about it. Her husband, somewhat confused
, said, "Calling me 'brother' makes us seem closer." After seeing a few clay figurines and calligraphy steles, I didn't want to look anymore, and I was hungry, but my wife's
enthusiasm for sightseeing remained undiminished. I suggested we find a place to eat first, so we could rest and order at the same time. Tingting's husband agreed, saying it would be harder to find a restaurant later when it got crowded.
During dinner, I drank a few sips of wine, and whether it was

my mood or the wine, I felt dizzy. My wife said she wanted to take some more photos, so she asked Tingting's husband to take me back to the ship to rest.

I lay down on my wife's lower bunk and quickly fell asleep. In my hazy state, I felt a hand stroking my face. I opened my eyes—it was Tingting! I asked curiously, "
Why back?"

"I wasn't in the mood to play when you weren't here," she said, pinching my

nose. "Silly girl, aren't you afraid they'll suspect something?" I pinched her chin.

"They came all this way to see you, and you call me silly," Tingting said, feigning annoyance but actually being coquettish.

"I'm telling the truth, I'll take it to heart. You're not thinking of starting a new family, are you?" This wasn't a joke; I had no intention of breaking up with my wife,
even though I had a lingering resentment.

"Dream on, I'd rather not." She pursed her lips.

"Then you..." I tried to push her away.

"Don't worry, I'm really tired. Taking photos and filming with a DV camera, climbing up and down, it's exhausting. My husband brought me back. They're still filming; your wife said they'll
come back when the battery runs out." Tingting looked relaxed, and I felt relieved. Our lips met.

"This won't do, what if they suddenly come back?" We both voiced this safety concern almost simultaneously.

"Where to?" Tingting asked.

"Let's go check the computer room; there shouldn't be anyone there." I remembered the place my wife and Tingting's husband had been.

Tingting and I went to the computer room, and sure enough, it was empty. I checked the time; the ship still had almost two hours to go, so I asked Tingting to call her husband.
Tingting whispered that they'd be back in half an hour. I looked around. The computer room was set up like an internet cafe, with partitions separating each computer. There
were only a few chairs, enough time, but not very convenient to actually do it. We turned on a computer at the back, found a music website, played some music, and then
couldn't wait to start touching each other.

I teased Tingting, "Why did you get wet so quickly last time?"

"You're one to talk! You were touching me there, didn't you know it was my erogenous zone? I didn't even get to touch you."

"Okay, now you can touch me to your heart's content!" I grabbed her hand and put it down to my crotch, my penis already hard and waiting for her. She found her pants in the way, so she squatted down and
pulled her knees, then put my penis in her mouth. I couldn't blame her for being impatient; we had to hurry.

I held her head, swaying my hips back and forth, trying to match her swallowing and spitting out my penis. My penis gradually swelled and hardened in her warm mouth. She took it out
and licked the glans with the tip of her tongue, using her fingernail to pry open the urethral opening, her tongue flicking against it with a trembling motion. Waves of tingling sensation washed over my penis; it was truly maddening
! I quickly told her to stop for a moment. When I put it back in her mouth, to avoid the glans rubbing against her teeth, I slightly raised her head,
narrowing the angle between her mouth and throat. I stroked her face with one hand and placed the other on the back of her head, actively guiding it into her mouth. Several times, with a bit of force,
the glans pushed into her throat, making her face turn red. She spat out my penis, repeatedly gagging. Seeing her pain, I felt sorry for her and stopped
using that method.

I had her sit down in a chair, lifted her clothes, and saw her small breasts. Last time on the deck, although there was a faint glow, it was still...
I couldn't see clearly before, but this time I finally got a real feast for the eyes. Her breasts were like mature lotus pods. I'd heard of a type of breast called "lotus pod breasts," and seeing them in person today made
me incredibly excited. I rubbed one in each hand. The areolas of her nipples weren't large, and they were a delicate pink. I wondered if her husband rarely sucked on her nipples?
Tingting was easily aroused. I hadn't even scratched her nipples against my gums a few times before she started to get aroused, whispering to me, "Fuck me, fuck me!"

I pulled down her shirt to cover her breasts, then pulled down her pants, revealing her smooth lower abdomen, which was even whiter than her upper body. I couldn't resist licking her lower abdomen for a
while, and her thighs and buttocks kept writhing. I then spread her legs and looked at her vulva. It was a vulva I'd never seen before: the lack of pubic hair wasn't surprising, but
what was strange was that her vulva lacked labia majora, and her labia minora were also extremely small, tiny flakes of flesh lying crookedly on either side. Such a peculiar vulva was something I'd never seen before, and I
couldn't help but take a second look. I grasped her labia minora and parted the opening. Hmm! It was still pinkish. We haven't been married long enough to have much sex.

Playing with her vagina, it's the same old routine. I inserted my index finger into her vagina first. Hey!

Much tighter than my wife's. After a few thrusts, Tingting let out a series of soft moans. Her moans reminded me of her clitoris, which was just above the vagina.
I quickly stroked it with my index finger, and Tingting moaned repeatedly. Her vagina quickly became wet. I stuck out my tongue, hardened the tip, and stretched it as far as possible before
thrusting it forcefully into Tingting's vagina.

"Ah, ah! Mmm..." Tingting clung to my shoulders, her nose and mouth simultaneously emitting pleasurable moans.

Amidst Tingting's moans, I intensified my tongue thrusts. Suddenly, I felt a slight spasm in her vagina; I knew Tingting was about to climax. I stopped
flirting and had Tingting half-reclined on the chair. The moment my glans touched her warm, moist labia, the base of my penis
trembled. Then, guided by Tingting's vaginal fluids, it thrust forward with practiced ease, and with a "whoosh," my entire penis slid in.

I didn't move, because my penis was throbbing and needed adjustment. Supporting myself, I pressed my lips to Tingting's, and her tongue immediately entered
my mouth. While kissing, I began to thrust, using all the techniques described in the *Su Nu Jing* (a classic text on sexual techniques), such as grinding, rubbing, rotating, and pressing, and the eight shallow and one deep thrusts, until
Tingting , tears streaming down her face. Thinking I had hurt her, I stopped and asked her. She said, "I've never felt so good before. Don't stop, keep
going."

The chair was made of hard, one-piece molded plastic with a curved seat. Worried that Tingting wouldn't be able to take it long, I told her to stand up, put one foot on the chair, and
wrap her arms around my waist. I held her buttocks and thrust into her vigorously while standing. Tingting was definitely the horny type; she was easily brought to orgasm
, muttering incoherently, "It feels so good! You're better at fucking than my husband. Fuck me every day, okay...?"

I was already feeling the pleasure from my penis, so I quickly told Tingting to hold onto the table and stick her buttocks up a little. I entered her from behind and launched another attack,
this time a full-on assault, no more holding back. Tingting couldn't stand anymore; her legs started to bend and she slid down. I lifted her lower abdomen, pulled out completely
, and then thrust in all the way in. After hundreds of thrusts, the vaginal fluids from my penis flowed out, her vagina like a well. My glans felt hot and my whole body trembled. In the instant before ejaculating, an important
question occurred to me: when I touched her vagina, I didn't seem to feel any obstruction. Was she not using contraception? I pulled out my penis very quickly, and my semen sprayed onto her snow-white buttocks, tracing
a circle with my hand.

She asked me, "Why didn't you ejaculate inside?"

I said, "I didn't feel the ring."

"Silly! I took the pill."

"You didn't tell me, I didn't know, I'm sorry." I didn't want to ruin the last bit of fun.

"It's okay." She accepted my apology and kissed me hard.

We cleaned up quickly. Back in the room, we were both exhausted and slept in separate lower bunks.

"Honey, are you feeling better?" My wife came back and gently patted my face.

I half-opened my eyes and looked at my wife; her face was full of concern. I was a little touched and tried to get up, but she pressed me down. "Lie down a little longer, you don't look well."
Her voice was so gentle it was almost nauseating.

(IV)

The ship arrived in Chongqing in the early morning and we had to stay for a day. The schedule was full: during the day, we visited Gele Mountain and Shapingba, and at night we enjoyed the night view at Pipa Park
. We returned at midnight.

Standing on the top of Pipa Park, the view of Chongqing at night was indeed beautiful. The lights and starlight formed a perfect sphere, and we felt as if we were right in the center, experiencing the wonders and bounty of
nature . The four of us leaned against the railing, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. Two women stood in the middle, and two men stood on either side. My hand reached over
my wife's lower back and touched Tingting's round buttocks. She pressed my hand down hard, sometimes pressing, sometimes sliding it on her buttocks, finally
squeezing it a few times before pushing it away.

We found another opportunity to make love again, this time with all our might.

After making love with Tingting, the knot in my heart seemed to have disappeared. I don't know if it was the satisfaction of the passion with Tingting or the victory of the "Aq spirit,"
but I felt relieved. But I still had a question: why did Tingting agree to make love with me?

Later, Tingting told me that after she met and married her husband, she found that her husband and wife were particularly close, abnormally so, and she always suspected that
her husband was having an affair with my wife, which weighed heavily on her mind. She had hoped to get something from me during

this trip, and I offered her special comfort and guidance, which made her very fond of me. When she realized I was interested in her,
she wanted to get revenge on her husband, so she went along with it and started a relationship with me. Now she feels it's inappropriate.

Her last sentence confirmed why she pushed my hand away on the park rooftop.

After that, we didn't have sex, we just talked. I told her I really married a virgin, told her about my inner turmoil, told her
how I planned to sleep with her—I told her everything I could. I concluded by saying that if they really had any problems now, we'd be even, a draw.
She smiled knowingly at that.

Thank you, wife, thank you for giving me such a wonderful trip! [The End]

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