From Virtuous Wife to Slut (Part 7) - Step One

Every day I love you a little, it condenses into a drop of water, and that's how the Pacific Ocean came to be...
It's been a long time since I've been on a business trip, but I never expected this one to last a whole month. Only a week has passed, and it's already incredibly boring. All I see are colleagues and teachers. There are female colleagues, but as the saying goes, "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," right? Hehe, actually, no, I really do want to eat the grass near my burrow, but I just don't have the initiative. Of course, I've never understood why rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows. It's so convenient, why not take it? Leave it for other rabbits? That rabbit is so silly… Actually, I've always been a bit introverted, never very proactive, and prefer to go with the flow—a very lazy and opportunistic personality. I've tried to become more extroverted and proactive, and I know that many opportunities aren't just waited for, but rather fought for. But I can't change it; old habits die hard. Hmm, is it true that introverted people are more reserved and unconventional? That's why their actions are often a bit unconventional? Very likely, otherwise why would I have such unconventional ideas? Hahahaha
It's still about business trips. The playground, classrooms, cafeteria, dormitory, bathhouse, toilet—I rotate through these places day after day. This very regularity in rest and eating has resulted in a real surplus of energy. I wake up early every morning, my boundless energy having nowhere to go, so I end up running around the playground every morning. Running through a thick fog, barely able to see the road ahead, gives me that bourgeois feeling of being the only person in the world traveling alone. The feeling of working up a sweat is wonderful, but while my body is better, my energy is even greater, creating a vicious cycle. I feel my morning erections are lasting longer and I'm constantly thinking about sex.
Chatting with Wo on QQ on my phone every night is an unwavering routine. Today, I got playful and told Wo I had a romantic encounter at school. Wo was quite curious and kept asking what happened. So I started making up a story: "You know, our bathhouse isn't separated by gender, it's just divided into individual stalls. So last night I went to take a shower. The floor was wet and slippery, so I kept my head down, carrying a bucket and a bunch of clothes in my hands. I saw a stall door ajar, thought no one was there, and just barged in. But wow, there was already someone inside, completely naked, washing her hair, covered in foam, so her eyes were closed. Oh my god, it was a female colleague!"
Snail immediately typed a line: How's your figure?
I continued making things up: "Pretty good, a little chubby in the lower abdomen, but not too much. Her breasts are quite large, and most importantly, her nipples are very big and a bit long, like purple mare's milk grapes—can you imagine what they look like? Her breasts are semi-circular, with some blue veins (heaven knows how I, with my nearsightedness, could see blue veins in a steamy, dimly lit bathhouse? My wife is so easy to fool, haha)."
Snail Typing: Isn't she pretty?
I continued writing: She's not exactly pretty, just average-looking, but still quite pleasing to the eye. Her lips are a bit thick, so she looks like she'd be great at oral sex.
Snail types: Pervert. Me: Hahaha, she has very little pubic hair. Snail asks curiously: Really? Unshaven? Or shaved? Me: Naturally, right? Her vulva is really plump and swollen, so tempting. Snail: Didn't she notice someone came in? Me: She did. She stopped rubbing her head and said, "Hey, someone's here." I guess she didn't realize it was a guy who came in? Snail: Hehehe, you've hit the jackpot. What did you say? Me: I was stunned. All I could see were her big breasts, thick lips, fat pussy, big butt, and sparse pubic hair. All I could see was a white expanse of flesh. Snail: Were you dumbfounded? Didn't you do anything further? Me: How could I dare? You know your husband is timid. I was stunned for about ten seconds, mumbled an answer, and quickly backed out. I don't know if she realized I was a guy. She didn't even close the door. Does this count as a romantic encounter? Snail: Half and half. Nothing happened between you two. But, did your little brother get hard? Haha, of course it's hard, so hard it hurts. You can touch it if you don't believe me.
I'm pretty good at making up stories, aren't I? I told them so convincingly that my friend actually believed me. Until later, when I told her it was all fake, a joke I made up out of thin air, she still wouldn't believe me. She said it was so detailed and believable, even down to the smallest details. I was speechless. Don't you know I'm a great writer?
How's Zhi? Does he still want to meet up with you? Wo replied: "I'm always thinking about my husband, how could I possibly be in the mood to meet up with other men?"
I miss my wife so much. I think of your plump lips, your plump dark lips, your small, delicate...that...that you can hold in one hand, and most of all, I miss your...your...water. It tastes so good right now, I wish I could have a couple of sips to satisfy my craving.
Snail chuckled smugly, and I could easily imagine the adorable laughter of the woman on the other end of the internet. You love seeing my impatient expression, don't you?
Then you could try talking to your female colleagues at the bathhouse! Sigh, what woman can make a man feel as good as my snail? You may have a great figure, but you're so... well, you're so... You ...
That's why you don't believe anything I say. Your gentleness is simply because not many people have appreciated it. Such a wonderful woman, and only I, a man, appreciate it—what a waste! Not counting your ex-boyfriend, he was so bland he let you read in bed; he was incredibly foolish.
She chuckled and said, "No, I feel quite good when he does it to me from behind, so when we're together, I always ask him to enter from behind at the end."
I laughed. "So you only like this one position with him? He never even asked how you could be more comfortable. No communication, no adjustments, no exploration—can this even be called sex? It's just release. Unlike us, who are so diverse. You like any position we have together, right?" I felt smug. But seriously, you really do make men feel good. He must be really upset that I took you from him. I really can't help it; being with you always gives me an irresistible feeling. I had to steal him away. Every man who's ever used you will like you.
Snail: I don't believe you. You're always praising me for no reason.
Me: Why don't you go see him next time Zhi asks you out? If he's too timid to touch you, then forget it. But if he's interested, you can really give it a try and ask him if you can make him feel good.
Snail: …………
Don't worry too much. Don't take sex too seriously. Don't think of it as letting other men have sex with you or him taking advantage of you. Think of it the other way around: we're a married couple, and we're having sex with other men just for sexual pleasure. They're just sex toys for us. Of course, you can also enjoy the pleasure of being pursued by men. The pleasure of conquering men is the best beauty product for a woman.
Snail: Then next time he asks me to go see him, okay?
Me: Okay, sure. I know you want us to be happier, and I also want you to be happy while I'm happy. Seeing you happy is my true happiness.
Snail: Husband, I love you.
I love you too, my wife.
One week later, one evening, while I was chatting online with Wo, engaging in some very inappropriate verbal sparring, Wo sent me a message: Honey, Zhigang asked me to go see him tomorrow night.
I was pleasantly surprised! Haha, I'll say yes then. I'll go check out his wallpaper patterns and craftsmanship, and learn from them!
Snail: Are you nervous? Are you really going?
What's the big deal? If he's a true gentleman, then you're just having a normal friendship. If he has other ideas, accept them if you can, and refuse him if you can't. I'm sure he's not the kind of man who forces people to do things against their will.
Snail: That shouldn't be the case. He's always been a polite friend.
I immediately helped Wo make a decision: Okay, then let's go tomorrow night, it's decided. As for what to wear tomorrow night, I suggest you don't dress too formally. That purple long dress is quite pretty, how about wearing that?
Snail: Go away, I haven't worn that long dress in years, it's so outdated, people would laugh at me if I wore it out again.
Laughs: In my eyes, you are like that gentle girl from yesterday, never out of style. You are still that little woman in a purple dress, looking up at me with gentle eyes that make my heart flutter.
Snail: Yeah, I just replied to him. I'll go check on him tomorrow night. Am I still being gentle?
Me: You've never changed. Snail: I've gotten old!! Me: Don't you know my favorite line is that famous lyric: "The most romantic thing in the world is growing old with you." You felt it, how much I loved making love with you back then. Has my passion diminished now? No, really not. I still think you're so lovely, so sexy. You haven't faded at all, always so vibrant. And I think any man lucky enough to meet you would feel the same way I do. Just that you're a very, very good woman.
The next day after dinner, I went online on my phone: Is Wo still at home?
Snail: I'm here, just took a shower. Me: I'm a little excited here. Snail: Me too, mostly feeling nervous. I encouraged her: Honey, keep it up, you're the most charming. Snail: Yeah, it feels so good to be loved by my husband. I quickly sent her a kiss emoji. Snail replied with a blushing emoji and a kiss emoji. I finally sent her a fist bump and two words: Keep it up. Snail: I'm off...

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