To love her is to learn to let go.

When I got home, I bought my wife some things for our date. Then we set a date. I originally wanted her to exchange contact information with him herself, but she refused. She asked me to pass on the message instead, and I understood that she didn't want me to worry. Finally, the day arrived. At 8 o'clock, I took my wife's things and we set off for the Western restaurant where we had arranged to meet Mr. Wang. He arrived first and had already ordered the food. Soon, we started drinking red wine to bolster our courage. The three of us drank two bottles, and everyone started telling stories from their childhood. She chimed in a few words as well. The atmosphere was very harmonious. My wife was almost done drinking, so we got up and headed to our accommodation. My wife and I rode in the same car. I asked her to go to Mr. Wang's car, but she refused. We were both quiet the whole way, not knowing what to say. When we arrived, Mr. Wang was waiting for us in the parking lot. He had already booked the hotel. I quickly packed my wife's things, and we went up the elevator. When we got to the room, Mr. Wang was indeed a person with high standards of living, as he had booked a suite. I put my bag down, and Mr. Wang jokingly said that he had forgotten to take it to the car. I took the red wine back home. I noticed my wife seemed flustered and unsure what to do. I calmly told her to relax, that I needed her to be happy and joyful, that life is all about happiness… After all her worries were dispelled, I took out the sexy lingerie, stockings, and high heels I'd brought for her and put them in the bathroom. She went in, and Wang also came back. We smoked a cigarette and sat on the sofa, chatting about our past. After a long time, my wife opened the door. She had long, wavy hair, and her light makeup was particularly captivating, especially her bright red lips. Her face was flushed, perhaps from drinking a little wine, and she seemed a little shy, but she walked over with a slightly reddened face. She was 167cm tall, wearing a pink two-piece see-through dress. Her proud breasts were prominently displayed, and she seemed to jump with each step. Her see-through thong revealed a glimpse of her dark pubic hair, and she wore high-top lace stockings and bright red high heels. She stood gracefully before us. To be honest, my wife has a great figure, and in this environment, I was intoxicated.

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