He likes to let his wife cheat on him

One spring day in 2000, I was on a business trip in Shanghai. Around 9 PM, I had just finished dinner and was playing mahjong with some college classmates. I had a hand of pure suit, and I was frantically trying to get close to winning when my phone rang. Annoyed, I thought, "Who's calling to bother me?" I saw it was my home number; it was my wife. I was even more annoyed. Hadn't she said she was going to meet some online friend for dinner? Why was she home so early? She must have run into a jerk. I thought, "My online friend, whom I met online, isn't happy with the meeting and is complaining to me, ruining my mahjong game!" Annoyed as I was, I quickly answered the phone.

"Home?"

"Yeah. What are you doing?"

"Playing mahjong."

"Is it inconvenient to talk? I'll talk to you." (Damn! I learned those lines from the movie *Cellphone* from my wife!)

"BBB (the online friend my wife met) is here!

" "I know, didn't you tell me?"

"I meant she's at our house."

Damn! Before I left, I specifically told him not to stay alone in the hotel room with his online friend (BBB came all the way from out of town to see my wife), and not to drink alcohol.

"Is the hotel booked?" (I was still hoping he was just coming to visit). "No." "He

's not staying at our place, is he?"

"Yes, that's what I was talking about. We'll each have our own room, don't worry, it'll be fine." Damn! What a relief.

"Then stay here, get me a new set of sheets."

"Alright, go play cards."

One classmate asked curiously, "Who's staying at your place?" I'd been in a rush and talked a bit too much. I quickly covered it up, "My wife's classmates, a couple, are almost millionaires, they can't even afford a hotel, they insist on staying at my place." "The richer people are, the stingier they are, how can you get rich if you're not stingy?" another classmate retorted.

That covered it up. Now it was my turn to draw a tile. I absentmindedly picked up a tile—a 10,000! I'm ready to win! My spirits lifted, and I immediately focused on the card table. After a round, it was my turn to draw a card—20,000! I won! A pure suit! A slapstick! 200 yuan per person!

"Your wife's call came just in time," a classmate said, pulling out his money.

"Perfect timing, perfect for gambling!" I thought to myself. My wife didn't call me for the next two days, and I was too busy to call home. (Usually, I call my wife every two days when I'm away on business, otherwise she would call me. Since we'd chat anyway, why not take the initiative and make her happy?)

Two days later, I returned to Beijing. When I got home, my wife wasn't home yet, so I started cooking. I had brought back a "Little Shaoxing" poached chicken from Shanghai, so all I had to do was cook rice and stir-fry some vegetables. The rice was in the pot, the vegetables were chopped, and I was just waiting for my wife to come home. I lounged on the sofa and read a book. A little while later, my wife came home. We kissed, and then I said, "I bought you two outfits; they're on the bed in the other room. Go try them on. I'm going to cook; we'll have poached chicken today." "Great! I'll go try them on," my wife said as she walked into the other room. "You bought poached chicken again? What's so good about that stuff?" My wife was hostile to everything in Shanghai (except clothing).

While I was cooking in the kitchen, I asked, "When did BBB leave?" "What did you say? I can't hear you," my wife said, running from the other room to the kitchen doorway, carrying a skirt and wearing only her underwear.

"I said, when did BBB leave?"

"This morning, I think. He wasn't up when I went to work. I think his flight was around 1 pm!" "Did you two have sex?"

"Yes," my wife said with a mischievous grin, adjusting her skirt.

"You bad boy, didn't you say you wouldn't sleep with him?" Actually, when I got the phone call that day, knowing BBB was staying at my house, I figured we'd definitely end up doing it.

"I'll tell you the details later. This dress is really pretty; my husband has great taste. I'm going to try on that one too." Then she ran off.

She told me so casually that she had sex with another man just a few days ago. I just asked casually, listened casually. This was because this was already her second lover, and I had developed a resistance. She knew I had already come to terms with it, so she was somewhat fearless. When I found out she had her first lover, I summed it up with a saying to comfort myself: "Actually, my wife having sex with someone else is similar to eating hotpot with someone else. It's all about exchanging feelings, exchanging proteins, sweating together—as long as we pay attention to hygiene, it's fine." It's easy to make up a theory to convince myself, and now I completely believe in my theory, and I feel incredibly proud, almost like a saint. However, I was still very annoyed when my wife and her boyfriend were chatting online recently. We only have one computer, and my wife always hogs it, preventing me from playing my new games. So I really hate this boyfriend. But now he's in my bed, so it looks like I need to buy another computer. My wife will have to chat with me for a while longer. I've decided to buy a used one, as long as it can chat online, and get my old, overheated computer back!!!

The dishes are cooked, and my wife comes to serve me the food. I ask, "Didn't you say you wouldn't go to bed? Why did you..." (To be continued... may take a few days, I'm a busy guy.) "Well," my wife says, "we started by drinking tea and chatting until 11:30. I said it was time to sleep, I had to go to work tomorrow. So everyone went to bed in their own rooms. I turned on the TV after I got into bed, wanting to watch for a while. Ten minutes later, BB knocked on the door and came in, saying he couldn't sleep and wanted to watch TV together for a bit. So I let him get into bed, and I..." He was wearing pajamas, but it was a bit chilly since the heating had just been turned off, so I told him to cover himself with a blanket too. We chatted for a bit, then watched TV. He started rubbing his leg against my leg with his pants. I immediately got excited, but I didn't move and pretended to watch TV. After another 3 to 5 minutes, I thought I was going to do it anyway, so I shouldn't drag it out. I suddenly crawled under the covers and stripped naked, then quickly took off his pants and underwear, and he took off his shirt. Then we were all entangled together. "You're

already so proactive after just 3 minutes of teasing!" I teased her.

"Anyway, if we're going to have sex, being passive means being played, being proactive means I'm playing him." "Okay! You win."

"And then?"

xx (The brother described it, but to avoid being deleted, I'll omit it; it wasn't actually that explicit) "You had a blast, didn't you?" "Pretty

good, but this guy's pretty corny, no romance at all." "And then what happened in the next few days?" "

The next day I got off work, and he was already home. We did it once on the sofa. After dinner, we did it again. Yesterday we did it once, and I couldn't do it anymore."

"Couldn't do it anymore? Are you feeling better now? Someone else has been cultivating your private plot for days; it's time for me to cultivate it." After saying that, he didn't even bother with dinner, grabbed his wife, and went straight to the point.

The next morning, I suddenly remembered that I wasn't home, and a strange man had stayed at my house for three days. The auntie at the mailroom must have seen it. My apartment is provided by the company, and the whole building belongs to the same company. If this gets out, I'll be ruined. I told my wife, "Call him over again in a few days. I need to go in and out of our building with him a few times." My wife is incredibly smart. Without me explaining, she immediately understood and said, "No problem, in a few days."

Half a month later, my wife happily called him over. It was a Friday night.

I was sitting at home when this guy showed up, dragging a rolling suitcase. Seriously? Visiting his lover with a huge suitcase? Was he going to kill me, chop me into pieces, and take me away? Later I found out he lied to his wife about coming to Beijing on a business trip. I pretended to be enthusiastic and greeted him. He looked to be around 38 or 39, fairly handsome, and visibly nervous. Actually, I was nervous too, but I tried to act nonchalant. We went in and out, carrying two boxes of fruit into the house—the ones I'd bought at noon and put in the trunk of my car. I even greeted the doorman, introducing him as my wife's cousin. Then I remembered how in movies, people with complicated relationships call each other "cousin" or "cousin sister." Looks like everything's fine now. Afterwards, the three of us went out to eat. He insisted on treating, so I chose a Japanese restaurant near our home. I asked him if he liked Japanese food, and he said no problem. But once we started eating, I realized this guy doesn't eat raw food. What to do if Japanese food isn't raw? We ended up with eel rice, while my wife and I devoured raw fish. Before dinner, my wife told me not to rip him off. Actually, I was planning to, since it was a good opportunity to get things done. But since she said that, I couldn't. After dinner, I asked if he had booked a hotel. He said yes, it was near my house. So I drove my wife and him to the hotel. We got the keys from the receptionist and went upstairs. When we entered the room, I was furious. The room wasn't small, but it was incredibly old. I'd never seen such a run-down three-star hotel. He even said he'd stayed there before. If he'd stayed there before, that was even more unacceptable. A room like this for a lover? It had no romance whatsoever, and it was incredibly disrespectful to my wife. I went into the bathroom and noticed the hotel didn't provide condoms, so I asked, "Did you bring condoms?" He said, "No." I was enraged. "You can't even prepare condoms for my wife? Do you want me to raise your son?!" My wife quickly nudged me, and I realized I'd lost my temper. I quickly said, "Don't forget to buy some later." I drove home, thinking that with the weekend off, no one would bother me. Perfect for watching *Commandos*, a happy weekend indeed! My wife was sleeping with other men while I played games. I'm increasingly impressed with myself; even the so-called sages of ancient times couldn't compare to me.

Later, bbbb came to Beijing a few more times, and my wife disliked him more and more. This guy is an honest man; he's quite humorous online, but in real life, he's incredibly boring. He doesn't know anything about romance when it comes to picking up girls. Apart from once sending a bunch of mushrooms, a local specialty from his hometown, he's never even sent flowers. Every time I go on a business trip, I buy my wife clothes, and I always give her gifts for holidays, and I buy her flowers frequently. I remember one spring I found a cashmere coat while shopping that would be perfect for my wife, and it was on sale for the changing season, so I bought it. It hung in the office all summer, and on the first cool day of autumn, I personally delivered the coat to my wife's office. My wife was incredibly happy, and her colleagues' eyes practically popped out of their desks with envy. That country bumpkin bbbb is incredibly lucky; he actually managed to win over my wife, a beautiful and talented woman. Sometimes, good things do fall from the sky.

My wife gradually distanced herself from him. Sometimes they'd bump into each other on QQ and exchange greetings.

Five years have passed since then, and she hasn't had a boyfriend in the last five or six years. In her words, "Extramarital affairs are boring. If it's something sneaky behind my husband's back, that's a little exciting, but once that's gone, it's meaningless. My own husband is the best." In 2003, we had twin sons, and I brought my parents to live with us to help take care of the children. I guess it wouldn't be convenient for my wife to have a boyfriend then. When I get home, I take care of the kids, and on weekends we take them to the park together. Life is peaceful and uneventful. Simple and happy. Sometimes I think about dating, but firstly, my wife won't allow it, and secondly, I'm afraid of being pursued by unmarried women or killed by my married husband. I'm also afraid of getting AIDS from prostitutes, so so far, I've only had sex with my wife.

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