Harmonious Union (1-4)

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Chapter 1 My Wife and I Her slender hands and fair skin, like jade reflected in green water, seemed almost transparent. Her jet-black hair was styled in a princess bun, adorned with a pearl hairpin with dangling tassels that swayed gently as she spoke. She had a fair and clean face with soft, delicate skin. Her eyebrows were long and graceful, and her eyes sparkled like stars. Below her straight nose was a small mouth with very sensual lips. Her entire face was delicate and beautiful, so otherworldly, seemingly untouched by the world. She wore a white blouse with floral patterns and a white pleated skirt. Standing beside me, she was dignified, noble, quiet, and elegant. So pure and tender, like a budding lotus flower, untouched by worldly dust. On October 1, 2009, Leilei and I ended our seven-year love affair. My name is Wang Peng, and my wife's name is Han Lei. We've been neighbors since childhood, both born in 1982, with Lei Lei being three months older than me. We were classmates from elementary school through middle school and university. During university, we both had boyfriends or girlfriends, but after graduation, we both broke up and healed each other. That's how we got together. We're both mild-mannered, so we've rarely argued. We're tolerant, appreciative, and loving towards each other. I'm a fairly ordinary person. I'm 172cm tall, weigh 65kg, and have short, layered hair that gives me a defined look. My appearance is average. My wife is 165cm tall, weighs 50kg, has long, jet-black hair, an oval face, and large, yet delicate features—a classic example of a beautiful woman with large features. She has a very gentle personality. My wife's breasts aren't very large, a 32B, and her hips are slightly large. Our wedding was held at a five-star hotel. The hotel had a promotion and gave us a honeymoon suite. To make it easier for our friends to have fun with us, we went back to the honeymoon suite after the wedding. A wedding night should definitely be special, and honeymoon suites offer a variety of services to choose from. When booking the hotel, my wife and I opted for the romantic "French-style turndown service." In essence, "turndown service" simply means the attentive hotel staff draws the curtains, makes the bed, and prepares everything for you to go straight to sleep. For newlyweds, the "French-style turndown service" is a special "romantic bonus" prepared by the hotel. Arrange rose petals in a heart shape and the word "Ilove" on the bed, prepare fresh flowers, champagne, and specially made chocolate desserts... fill your wedding night with romantic surprises. The honeymoon suite incorporates traditional Chinese festive elements, such as the double happiness symbol, and a traditional red dragon and phoenix quilt for the newlyweds. Before 10 PM, friends tactfully left one by one. I removed the white Chador Philucci evening gown my wife had changed into during the wedding, revealing a set of white Lightness's lingerie underneath, highlighting her beautiful figure and attracting my gaze. Having dated my wife for seven years, I knew her taste in life, but in this mood and environment, my little brother still instantly became erect. I slowly kissed my wife, gently removing her bra and panties, and carried her into the bathtub filled with water. I removed my protective gear, not getting into the bathtub, but just taking a shower. I told my wife, "Honey, I'm all clean and dry. I'm waiting for you in bed." "Okay, my dear Pengpeng husband." After lying in bed for about ten minutes, my wife came out, leaving only the bedside lamp on. She took off her bathrobe and rushed into my arms. "Honey, now we're legally together! From now on, we must be happy together, supporting each other through thick and thin." "Husband, you have to tell me everything from now on. Even if you have another woman you like, cheat on me, or hit a low point in your life, as long as you don't abandon me, I'll be there for you through thick and thin." I closed my eyes, holding Lei tightly in my arms, kissing her sexy lips. My wife responded, and we enjoyed the sweetness between us. I moved my lips to Lei's earlobe, my left hand caressing Lei's breast, my right hand reaching towards the inside of Lei's thigh. My wife was clearly already aroused, and so was I. From her lips to her neck, chest, navel, and inner thighs, my love juice was everywhere. My wife has sparse, curly pubic hair, which is especially cute. I gently touched her clitoris with my tongue, and Leilei arched her back, welcoming the movement of my tongue. "Husband, I want some too!" I turned around and started the 96 position with my wife. My wife's oral skills are much less refined than my ex-girlfriend's; I think this kind of thing has something to do with talent. Leilei's secretions increased, and I laid her flat in the center of the bed, lifted her legs, and could vaguely see her pink bud. I touched it with my little penis. Why "little penis"? Because it's small, only 13 centimeters long and not thick. I slowly inserted it into my wife's vagina, and ah, my wife responded to my penetration. Although my penis isn't large, it's still quite tight when inserted. After seven years of dating, we've been quite restrained and haven't used sex toys. Although my wife had two boyfriends before, both bigger than mine, we didn't have much sex. Plus, for so many years, she's only had my small penis, so our sizes are a perfect match. After two or three hundred thrusts, I ejaculated. My wife's face was flushed. "Honey, why so fast today? You came after just one thrust!" "I was so excited!" Chapter Two: Our Business Because we've been dating for seven years, our sex life has been rather lukewarm. My wife and a friend opened a high-end bar, open from 11 pm to 8 pm. The initial reason for opening the bar was mainly to have a place to relax. The bar only sells high-end spirits, including "malt whisky" (two types: Scotch and Irish whiskey), "bourbon whiskey," and "corn whiskey." A whiskey series. There are products from extremely cold regions. In the 12th century, Tsarist Russia brewed vodka, a distillation of beer made from barley and mead, known as "the water of life." There are sakes made primarily from refined white rice, using the renowned Naganomiya water as their source, and employing superior microorganisms and modern scientific methods, such as Gekkeikan, Sakura Masamune, Ozeki, Hakutaka, Shochiku, Ume, and Shuran. And then there's the vineyard in the Médoc region of France, covering 178 hectares (103 hectares of which are vineyards), producing the "queen" of the wine world, Lafite. This bar only serves members, so it's frequented by local high-end individuals. It's been a year and a half since our marriage, and my wife is pregnant with our child. Today is April 2010, a Monday noon. I just finished a meeting at work and drove my Porsche Cayenne, which I bought a few years ago, to my wife's bar. When she has free time, she usually sits at the bar, playing the piano—a kind of prenatal education, I suppose. I'm the vice president of a family-run investment and financing company. It sounds like a vice president, but I'm really just a shareholder. My job is to attend the weekly meeting every Monday to discuss the company's investment and financing plans. Of course, sometimes there are emergency meetings. Arriving at the bar, I saw my wife's car, a red Porsche 911 Carrerascapriolet. Don't underestimate this small sports car; the official 0-100 km/h acceleration time is only 4.5 seconds, only two seconds slower than my R8 (I rarely drive the R8, it's parked in the garage). To the melody of Beethoven's Für Elise, I walked behind my wife and gently placed my hands on her shoulders. At that moment, the piano music stopped. "Honey," my wife turned around. "You finished your meeting?" "Yes," I replied. "There aren't any customers in the bar. Come on, let's go home. I'll cook you something delicious." "You jerk, aren't I human?" Hui, behind the bar, turned around and teased me. "Showing off your love will only lead to a quick demise. You two should go home already, don't make me envious, haha." "Okay, when Zhiwen comes over, just tell her Pengpeng and I are going home," my wife said. Zhiwen is my wife's best friend, and a real beauty. She almost got together with me back then, and we're still single. My wife didn't drive; she parked her car in front of the bar and sat in my Cayenne. On the way home, her phone rang. "Honey, it's Mom calling." (She calls my mom "Lao Ma," but her own mother "Mom.") "Hmm, what's up?" "Mom wants to come home for lunch." "Great, then I don't have to cook." Lazy husband… January 2011. Our family's newest member was born, Wang Weiming. Yes, why is my daughter with Leilei named this? "Wang, because she takes my surname, haha. Wei, it's a homonym for Wei." "Why Wei?" "My father-in-law told me that Han and Wei are related, and there's a story behind it. It's not good to choose a second character for Han, so we used Wei." The name "Ming" signifies the hope that the child will combine the strengths of her parents and soar freely through the skies in the future. (Chapter 3 of "Harmonious Melody") Peng's Confusion
Time flies, and another year has passed in the peaceful life of raising a baby. Today, my parents prepared a sumptuous meal at home and invited my parents-in-law to celebrate the baby's first birthday. Before we got married, Leilei and I lived in the villa we bought years ago. Today at my parents' house, I had a few drinks, but Leilei had to drive, so she didn't. After arriving home, Peng said, "From today onwards, we're back to our world as a couple." Yes, Leilei. Because I'm the only son in my family, and my father married relatively late, and I didn't marry early either, my parents had been looking forward to having a grandson for a long time. We had agreed that after the baby turned one, they would take care of him, and we young people would focus on our own lives. During the approximately 600 days of my wife's pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding, my wife and I didn't have sex. Of course, I didn't go out and fool around either. Leilei is carrying on the Wang family line; I couldn't possibly cheat on her during this time, or I would be too unfair to my wife. What do I do when I want to? My poor wife is giving me oral sex, and even if I don't do anything during the act, she naturally gets aroused. I don't want her to suffer like that, and I don't want her to give me oral sex anymore. What should I do? Just masturbate!
We all know that sex is actually possible during the second trimester of pregnancy and during breastfeeding, but for the baby's sake, for Leilei's sake, we'll have to hold back. Leilei breastfed for six months, but her milk started to become less thick; according to the doctor, it wasn't as nutritious as before, so she switched to goat's milk and cow's milk. In the latter half of the year, Leilei started running, doing yoga, and swimming at her home gym every day, trying to get back to her pre-pregnancy figure. Her efforts paid off; after six months, Leilei's figure returned to its pre-pregnancy state, and her breasts even seemed to have gotten a little bigger. I lay in bed while Leilei showered in the bathroom. Today, we could finally have sex—something we'd been waiting for. In the bedroom, the light was soft, and my wife, wearing a silk nightgown, slowly lay down. I held her. "Leilei, do you want it?" "Yes, husband." My wife and I kissed deeply, taking off each other's clothes. Her breasts were bigger, a little bigger, but still a B cup, and they didn't feel as good as before, not as elastic. "Peng, I want it. Can we do it right away?" 600 days! My wife was horny. I thrust in directly, "Ah, husband...so good! It's been so long since we made love, it feels so different!" I grabbed my wife's hand and thrust hard, over two hundred times, until she came, her face flushed and her voice sweet. I helped her onto me, letting her sit on top of me. "Peng, I'm limp, I'll stay still for a couple of minutes, okay? You're not allowed to move either, husband." "Okay, actually I just masturbated yesterday, otherwise I would have ejaculated from that intense attack." Now it's great, I'm on the bottom, and I last so long on the bottom, I've never ejaculated on the bottom before. Leilei slowly rubbed her little sister against my penis. Because of the C-section, my wife's vagina was still tight, so wet, more wet than ever before. "Leilei, you're so wet, I love it, it feels so good, so satisfying." "Honey, it's been so long since we've made love, of course I'm so excited! My pussy is so itchy, honey, move a little!" I held Leilei's slender waist, matching my wife's rhythm. Leilei squeezed her breasts with both hands, completely absorbed. "Peng, faster, faster..." "Honey, I'm a little tired, can we change positions?" "Okay." I dragged my wife to the lower left corner of the bed, held her legs with both hands, spread them apart, and pulled them up as high as possible. I stood on the floor and inserted my little penis into her honey-filled pussy, the fluid flowing down. I increased the speed of my thrusts, bent down, pressed down on my wife's raised legs, and pushed forward with all my might. "Honey, I feel so good, I'm about to come again, ah, honey." Thump thump thump, my wife's moans echoed in the room, and we both reached orgasm. We fell asleep in each other's arms. The morning sunlight streamed into the room, and we woke up at the same time, looking at each other. "Wife, you're so beautiful." "Of course, honey." Before getting up, we did it again, this time I ejaculated inside her anus. Days passed like this, weekends spent with the kids, weekdays with the company, and my wife's been to bars. In the early days of our life together again, it was all about partying every night, but then I started to feel a bit lacking. It wasn't that Leilei wasn't pretty, or that she wasn't charming; I just inexplicably lost the desire to conquer her. Sometimes I'd go soft mid-contest, and Leilei was definitely unsatisfied. I was frustrated too. A grown man, only 30, and I couldn't even satisfy my own wife? With this pressure, I'd been feeling quite depressed lately, a bit listless. Could it be that I didn't love my wife anymore? I sat in front of the computer in my study. Impossible! I love her so much! I have absolutely no interest in going out for trysts. What's wrong? What's going on? "Honey," Leilei's voice came from behind me. "Hmm, Leilei, what's wrong?" "What are you daydreaming about?" "Nothing, honey, I'm just thinking about something." "Have you figured it out?" "Honey." "Sigh, never mind, honey. You go to sleep first. I need some peace and quiet. I'll come keep you company in a bit, okay?" "Honey, don't you consider me your woman anymore?" "We're husband and wife, we'll face anything together," my wife said with a smile. "How could I? You'll always be my woman, forever." "Honey, let's talk. I know why." "Ah, you know…yes, I know. Honey, I'll wait for you in the tea room." The tea room is a small room specifically for drinking gongfu tea. My wife knows I like tea, so she specially decorated it with a tea room and bought a set of golden nanmu tea table and various tea utensils to match different types of tea. Besides some calligraphy and paintings given by friends, there's also a Japanese high-definition projector (it's not that I don't boycott Japanese goods, it's just that Japanese products are really well made) and a French Visionacoustic sound system. "Honey, sit down, I'll make you some tea." Leilei skillfully brewed Kung Fu tea, wearing a cheongsam with blue and white porcelain prints. Her expert tea-brewing technique made her more beautiful than many top tea masters. "Wife, I'm so sorry." "Oh, wife, I'm sorry. You know I don't say these three words easily, but I'm really sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me." She clutched her hair. "Peng, please don't be like this. I don't mean to blame you, you're just putting too much pressure on yourself, you know? Our current situation is normal." "Normal? Yes, husband, think about it, we've been dating for seven years, and living together for seven years. What's the difference between that and the seven-year itch?" "The seven-year itch… I think there's such a saying." "Husband, you're a good man, a good husband. In these seven years, you've never had any wandering thoughts, especially when we had our son, Weiming. You know that's something many men can't do." "I don't know how to say it, but from the bottom of my heart, I have no interest in other women. Husband, we just lack excitement right now, especially for you. I know you love me, and you love me very much." Yes, honey, I love you! Honey, do you remember Zhang Ming? Of course, the student council president of our school, your ex-boyfriend, I said sourly. He's in Japan now, and he even found a Japanese girlfriend. He's getting married next month. He sent me an invitation. Honey, should I go? Me. Me. Do you want to go? Honey. Hehe, do you know why I broke up with him? Wasn't it because he graduated and was going to study abroad? Sort of, honey. I know you love me very much, and I love you very much too. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, so I dared to say what I just said. Ugh, my mind went blank. Honey, don't overreact. I was really stunned for a moment, Leilei, tell me. It's like this, honey, Zhang Ming called me yesterday and said he sent me an e-invitation, and then asked how I was doing. I said being with Peng is great, I'm very happy. He said, "Don't you have the seven-year itch?" I said, "It's normal to have one too." Hehe, honey, is there someone else outside? No, it's better if there is, at least Peng won't be under so much pressure. I understand, Wang Peng has lost his passion for you, haha. We'll handle our own problems. At least we love each other and will never separate. Leilei, how about this, you used to be my girlfriend, I'll teach you a way. What way? Provoke Peng, have you come to my wedding alone, and then we'll have some nostalgic sex. Get lost, haha, are you guys that conservative? What kind of society is this! Wouldn't that hurt Peng? Leilei, it seems you and Peng should figure out how to separate love and sex. Separate love and sex? Yes, Peng loves you so much, but he's lost interest in you. Will you continue like this? Can Peng bear this psychological pressure? Can you endure this living widowhood? I don't care, it's just that Peng has been carrying a lot of burdens lately, and I haven't said or done anything. I'm waiting for him, waiting for him to get through it himself. That's why I asked you to come to our wedding alone, just tell Peng directly that after you come, we're going to have some nostalgic sex. I understand what you mean. Hehe, come over here, I have a friend here who's even better than many AV actors, he's Kato Taka's junior apprentice, really good, I guarantee you'll squirt. We can have a 3P then. Zhang Ming, don't say things like that again, or I'll really get angry. I'm hanging up now. Oh, you're pretty old-fashioned, not like someone who's been with me before. After hearing my wife's story, I still felt a little trembling... Honey, do you think I should go? Lei Lei, do you want to go? Honey, I'm scared, Zhang Ming's penis is quite big, and he's pretty good, he even said he's going to find someone for a 3P, I'm really a little scared. Damn, my little penis actually got hard. My wife seemed to notice something, Peng, I heard Zhang Ming mention Kato Taka, I looked him up online, turns out he's a Japanese actor, I even downloaded a movie he starred in, can we watch it together? Okay, honey. My wife stood up, plugged a USB drive into the projector, turned around with her back to me, and sat on my lap. I placed my hands on my wife's thighs. "Wife, your legs are so smooth." "Yes, honey, Zhang Ming used to say the same thing." My little penis inexplicably perked up; my wife must have felt it. At that moment, the image on the high-definition projector appeared: a long-haired man and an ordinary-looking woman doing what they wanted (maybe they didn't really enjoy it, just doing it for a living). I've never been interested in AVs; sometimes I watch adult films, but they're all old ones. In recent years, no country has produced any good adult films. "Wife, is Zhang Ming good in bed?" My wife stared at the image on the projector. "Yes, honey. Is his big?" "Honey, his is bigger than yours.""It's big, just a little bit big, but the technique is really good." My little penis buckled again, pressing against my wife's inner thigh. "Honey, he can make me orgasm at least twice every time." "Really?" I replied sadly. "Do you miss him?" "Yes, I do, hehe, I want him to stimulate my husband, to make him make love to me every day." "Wife, I miss you now, I want to fuck you." "Honey, I miss you too, shall we do it here?" I pulled down Leilei's panties from the middle of her cheongsam. Wow, those tiny lace-trimmed thongs were full of water. My wife placed her hands on the tea table, and I thrust in from behind. "Honey, ah, honey, I feel so good." The sound of the video and Leilei's moans echoed in my ears. We actually did it twice in the tea room today, something I never dared to imagine before, and I even saw a squirting ejaculation in the video. But I know why. In bed, I held my wife. "Wife, go to Japan to attend Zhang Ming's wedding by yourself." My wife pinched my nose. "Silly husband, I won't go. Wasn't I just trying to provoke you?"
Do you want to go? Honey, honey, are you willing to let me go? I... I can't bear to. Are you afraid I'll get a blowjob from his friends? Are you afraid they'll play sandwich with me? Honey, oh my god, my little penis is hard again... The next day, after making breakfast, I called my wife to get up. I was so tired yesterday, I did it four times, twice in the tea room and twice back in bed. Honey, get up and have breakfast. Okay, you've made everything. It's so wonderful to be your wife. Honey, I've thought about it, you should still go. Where to? My wife asked playfully. To Zhang Ming's wedding. Hehe, seeing how well you did yesterday, I won't tease you anymore. Honey, I won't go. Whoosh whoosh!!!
Chapter Four: Yuanyuan and her husband Wu Jian Honey, I really won't go, I don't want to go either. Aren't you doing well now? You did it four times yesterday, I haven't recovered yet. Okay, honey, whether you go or not, I have no objection. There's still over a month left, you can decide then. Today is Monday, and I went straight home after the meeting. I didn't go to the bar to see my wife. I really need some alone time to process my frustration. After getting home, I made a cup of green tea, went to the study, sat in front of the computer, and kept searching on Baidu. I searched repeatedly for things like "marital relationship," "seven-year itch," and "how to separate love and sex." I saw a term, "sex swapping." I was shocked. Is that even possible? I found a few platforms for couples to meet on Baidu. I randomly clicked on one, registered an account, filled in my information, and searched for people who swapped partners. I clicked on one account, and saw that her profile picture was a photo of her upper body without a head. She wasn't wearing anything, had quite large breasts, bigger than my wife's, very fair skin, and a pretty breast shape. I clicked into her selfie section, and there were more than 20 photos of all kinds—full-body shots, lower body shots, upper body shots, and photos taken during sex—but without heads. In the diary section, there were several entries about their dating experiences as a couple. After reading them, I was pretty sure they were serious. Their profile showed they were from Beijing, haha, quite far from us. In the contact information section, I clicked on it and found it was only available to premium members. So, I spent a few hundred yuan to become a diamond member, excitedly clicking on the contact information, only to find... damn, just a QQ number, no phone number! I immediately felt quite
disappointed . But having a QQ number is better than nothing, right? I immediately added them on QQ and continued
searching for people to exchange things with. Before I even found my next target, QQ responded—quite efficient! They added me as a friend. Hello! Hello! I really didn't expect you to reply so quickly. You're lucky; I happened to be near my computer, and it was convenient for us to chat. What's your name? You can call me YY. And you? My name is Wang Peng. Real name? Of course, (followed by a sweating emoji) then you can call me Yuanyuan. That's my real name too. Okay, Yuanyuan. Did you two really exchange QQ accounts? (Because when I applied to be friends, I mentioned that I saw her QQ number on a certain website) Of course, it started a few years ago. Why is that? Do you love your husband? Does your husband love you? Aren't you afraid of catching diseases? Aren't you jealous? ...I stared at QQ for 5 minutes, 10 minutes, still no response. I sent another message, "Sorry Yuanyuan, I'm a little excited." She finally replied, "You have so many questions." I was curious, really, facing an unknown territory. How old are you? 31. Oh, are you married? Yes. From dating to marriage, 10 years. Oh, did your wife cheat on you? No, not yet. What do you mean not yet? It just means not. Not now, but I don't know about the future. Do you want to cheat? I don't. Oh, you're quite innocent. No. Heh, definitely not, otherwise why would you be on the platform, why would you add me? Yuanyuan, how old are you? I'm 33. Did you cheat first, or did your husband cheat first? Neither of us cheated. Really? I saw your diary on the platform, didn't you two exchange partners? Yes, we exchanged partners. Wow, you haven't cheated yet? Heh, I think cheating is doing something despicable behind your partner's back. My husband and I didn't hide anything from each other, so it wasn't cheating. Oh, right, that's how it is. Isn't that right? Yuanyuan, you can just call me Yuanyuan. Yuanyuan, my wife and I are having problems. Some people say we should separate love and sex. That's normal. Couples get tired of each other after being together for a long time. How can we solve this problem? Neither of you cheated? No. Would your wife accept partner swapping? I don't know. Can you send me a picture of you and your wife? Sure. Hey, Wang Peng, you're wearing Versace! My wife is wearing, oh,
this year's trendy Versace couple outfit. I think so, my wife bought it. Your wife is quite pretty, good taste, and your financial situation is pretty good too, probably similar to ours. No way, Yuanyuan, you flatter me, we're at a comfortable middle-class level. Hehe, comfortable middle-class. Yuanyuan, how did you two start? You wanted to play around? Yes. Can you briefly tell me about your situation? Sure, my wife and I were both born in '82, my wife is a few months older than me. Height and weight? From now on, I'll call you Xiao Pengpeng. Okay, Yuanyuan, my name is Yuanyuan. I'm 172cm tall and weigh around 65kg, my wife is 165cm tall and weighs 50kg. Not bad, I'm talking about your wife, a beauty. Yes, my wife is very beautiful. Are you willing to let her? Willing to let what? Willing to let your wife be fucked by someone else. ...It's heartbreaking. That proves I'm not ready yet. But I'm not interested in my wife, I don't want to see her unsatisfied. How long has it been since you two last did it? We just did it yesterday, four times. Are you kidding me? Four times and you say you're not interested, not satisfied? No, it was over two months before. So you did it four times yesterday? Yes. That doesn't make sense. It's like this, my wife provoked me yesterday. How did she provoke me? She mentioned her ex-boyfriend. Oh, I see. I understand. Haha, what do you mean by "no problem with your wife"? Little Pengpeng, what I mean is, your wife being fucked by my husband is no problem. This… do you want to swap? If so, leave the rest to me. Can I talk to my wife about it? Of course, 139010xxxx is my phone number. After you've finished talking, you can call me
and I'll chat with you on QQ. Okay, Yuanyuan. Okay, goodbye. Waiting for your message, my skills are top-notch! Leilei, I called my wife, is she at a bar? Yes, husband. Can you come home for a bit? I'm home. Now? Yes. Soon? Okay. Okay, honey, I'll be right back. 30 minutes later, Leilei returned. Honey, what's the rush? I told Leilei what had happened and showed my wife my chat history with Yuanyuan. Is it safe? Honey? I don't know. What do you think, honey? Honey, I think we can contact them and find out more. I'll call Yuanyuan and ask her to come online. Isn't she online? My wife pointed to the computer. Oh, yes. Yuanyuan, hello, are you there? Xiaopengpeng, I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry. You've already discussed it with your wife in just one hour? Yes, my wife is right next to me. Is there a video call? Yes. Let's have a voice call, the three of us can chat together. Okay. I accepted the video call request. On the other end was a very beautiful woman, with a masculine hairstyle, an oval face, and a face that made all the men around her think she was interested. Okay. (Ou Dian) Black
dress. Since it's a video, I dare not comment further. (Afraid it won't be like this in person.) Xiao Pengpeng, the beautiful woman next to you is Leilei, right? Yes, Yuanyuan. Hello, Yuanyuan, my wife said. Hello. Yuanyuan, this black dress... (Ou Dian) looks so beautiful on you, I can't pull it off. My wife said. Hehe, I can't pull off this light yellow Chanel sleeveless shirt you're wearing either. Yuanyuan said. Sigh, you women. It's so easy to find a point of entry. I said. Leilei, Xiao Pengpeng just told me about your basic situation, so let me also tell you about my husband and me. My husband's name is Wu Jian, born in 1976, 37 years old this year, works in a real estate
company , and is also one of the shareholders. My name is Liu Yuanyuan, I work at the Central Bureau of Statistics (China Statistics Bureau), born in 1980, 163cm, 52kg, a civil servant, and I'm taking the day off to rest at home today.
Xiao Pengpeng added me too, it's what you call fate. Yes, fate. Yuanyuan said, "From today onwards, you two shouldn't think about anything, and don't do anything deliberately. From now on, we're friends. Let's exchange phone numbers and keep in touch when we have time. The rest is up to me and Wu Jian, you can call him Brother Jian." I told Yuanyuan I was going to cook, leaving Leilei to chat with her. The moment I stepped out of the study, I heard Yuanyuan say, "Tsk tsk, what a good man." Two women often determine friend or foe at first glance. Speech, demeanor, clothing, charm, whether there's a affected voice, whether there are exaggerated eyebrows, etc., etc., all the details are what women weigh, and good or bad is decided in an instant. If they feel you're a friend, they'll greet you with a smile, offer words of comfort, and promise to "hold your hand and share your joy," and it's very easy for you to truly become friends later. If they don't feel you're a friend, they won't bother patting you on the shoulder, calling you "sister," let alone video chatting with you. At most, they'll nod politely, smile slightly, and then go their separate ways. A woman's view of friendship is stable and loyal; she likes someone if she likes them, and dislikes them if she dislikes them—there's no room for negotiation. They would never immediately become friends with someone after a fight. In a woman's heart... My friend is like a classical singer, unlike men who treat friendship like a pop song, singing it all over the place. Also, as long as two women are on good terms, even if their husbands have complaints, the women can often come up with 100 ways to make them give in. Ah, that's women for you. Dinner is ready, and my wife and Yuanyuan have finished chatting. My wife is sitting at the table, waiting for me to serve the food and add rice. Today I made Kung Pao chicken, cabbage with garlic, shredded potatoes, and pork rib and seaweed soup for her. Just then, my phone beeped with a text message: "Xiao Pengpeng, is dinner ready?" It was a text from Yuanyuan. "No one's cooking this afternoon, remember to eat something for me, okay? Thanks, honey." What kind of logic is that? Asking me to eat something for her? My wife gave me a strange look. "It was Yuanyuan who sent it, right? You don't have any friends who text, they all call directly." "Yeah, haha, she said she has no one to cook today and asked me to eat something for her." "Honey, I think Yuanyuan likes you, right? She's been doing this for years, she must have quite a few crushes." "You silly husband, how can you talk about my friend like that?" "Oh my god, honey, you've only known each other for a short time, and you're already taking her side..." After dinner... I was sitting on the sofa watching the football game when my wife, having finished her yoga practice, sat down beside me. "Honey," she said, "I noticed Yuanyuan's family, her clothes, her manner of speaking—they seem like the same kind of people as us. I think we should just do what Yuanyuan said: don't overthink things, don't force anything, and just interact with them like friends. What do you think?" She added, "Besides, they're from Beijing, so it's relatively safer. Yuanyuan said they go for monthly checkups, and they provide the reports for each exchange program. They're quite thoughtful." "Okay, honey," I replied, "I'll do whatever you say." I also believe in our love. We're only seeing each other for pleasure, sexual pleasure. Just then, Leilei's phone beeped with a text message. She smiled and said, "Honey, I'm off to flirt with men on QQ, I won't bother you while you watch the game." I was completely confused. My phone beeped too. It was from Yuanyuan: "Little Pengpeng, what are you doing? Have you missed me?" I replied, "I'm watching the game, Premier League, Chelsea vs. Crystal Palace." Turns out, our little Pengpeng is a football fan! (I'm sweating, when did I become their fan?) No. Oh, I'm just a casual fan. My husband's back, and he's video chatting with Leilei. He said she's so beautiful. Oh, I see. Have you eaten? Didn't you eat for me? ...Yes, I have. I chatted with Yuanyuan for over two hours, and I roughly learned how she and her husband met, how they fell in love, how their passionate honeymoon phase turned into a lukewarm one, and how they ended up on the swapping route. They even joined a couples' dating group, but later they weren't satisfied with the members they recruited, so they left. I also learned that Yuanyuan was a top student at Peking University, and the most beautiful girl in her department. She told me that before meeting her husband, she had dated 11 boyfriends, and had slept with all of them. Her husband graduated from Fudan University. Their love story was a classic tale of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress. Yuanyuan also came from a single-parent family; her father left her and her mother early, so she was very independent. Later, Yuanyuan told me not to ask what Leilei and her husband talked about anymore, to leave some space for future interactions. She also assured me that we were only interested in sex, and asked me to... I believed them, and I believed in the foundation of my relationship with Leilei. Finally, Yuanyuan said she had a scoop for me. I asked, "What?" Yuanyuan said, "Your wife is wearing a white lingerie set with black lace, isn't she?"
Wow, how did she know? I ran to the study, but the door was closed. I didn't push it open and just went back inside. Yuanyuan texted me: "Poor little Pengpeng, got turned away, huh? Go take a shower, your wife will be coming to you soon, she'll be all wet!!!" (clt2014 Gold Coins +11, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!)

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