The person you know best is the most suitable candidate.

People are under a lot of pressure these days, and I often travel for work. Sometimes I feel lonely and start browsing online forums. Gradually, I came across articles about couples, and I started to ponder them, recalling how she used to be away from home, socializing or traveling, and I couldn't answer her calls. Or she would come home late, smelling of cigarettes, or wearing increasingly fashionable clothes, or she seemed quite wealthy. It all seemed so similar to the descriptions in those articles. Was she really having an affair? To be honest, I thought about it too. Besides being anxious about why she wasn't answering my calls, I also felt a pang of jealousy. I even suggested she quit her job, but she said she enjoyed the excitement of socializing and the material satisfaction. This actually foreshadowed what happened later. Slowly, I started bringing up similar topics during sex, like whether she needed someone else to join in, or if she should find a lover. At first, she always refused outright, calling me a pervert and asking what I was thinking. After some time, I brought it up with her during sex, and she seemed even more excited, making soft moaning sounds of agreement. But as soon as we finished, she'd get angry. I'd read posts on forums, and it seemed like everyone went through this process. This back-and-forth continued until the following spring. Winter turned to spring, and our hearts began to flutter. She slowly came to accept it, sometimes playfully asking me if I wasn't afraid she'd run off with another man. I said, "Where else can you find someone so understanding and capable of making you happy as your husband?" She'd playfully punch my chest with her little fist, and we'd returned to the feeling of being in love, but with a sweeter, warmer, and more stable happiness.
During that time, I also chatted with many people online and on forums. Some of them added me, and some added me. But they weren't impatient or eager to get things done immediately; they just had no taste whatsoever. It seemed like any woman would do, completely disregarding their requirements. Once, during sex, I suddenly mentioned a classmate from my MBA days, now the CEO of a listed company. We've known each other for almost eight years. He has a branch office in our area, so he often comes over, sometimes to visit the kids, have meals, and bring gifts. My wife has always had feelings for him, but we'd never considered anything more. He's about 1.85 meters tall , a former soldier, with a strong physique, and always dresses impeccably, giving off a refined, businessman-like air that I lack, which she admires. That time during sex, just mentioning him made her tense up—it felt so good. Then I saw her cheeks flush, a smile on her lips, and her face buried under the pillow. I knew then, it was him. After we finished, I suggested that we chat more on WeChat. She understood what I meant, smiled, and then hit me again.
In the days that followed, every time I came home from get off work, I would hear her phone constantly ringing with WeChat. She knew I knew, but she would still take her phone and leave me, or go to another room, to chat with him. This went on for a while, until early summer of that year. One day, I inadvertently saw their messages; they were already quite intimate. While I was eating, I suggested they have a date, saying I didn't mind. Then, that month, he came to visit and invited us to dinner at a Japanese restaurant in Wanda Plaza, knowing she liked Japanese food. I sent my daughter to my parents' house early that morning, and when I came back, she was getting ready, her clothes and dresses spread all over the bed. I said, "Are you at a fashion show?" In the end, she chose an elegant coffee-colored long dress, wrapped in a layer of black tulle with orchid-like patterns on it. It seemed to be from a brand I didn't know much about, but it wasn't cheap. She wore grey stockings underneath, her grey toes peeking out from under her skirt. Then she opened the shoe cabinet, stood there for a while, and finally picked out a pair of black stilettos, satin, with a square silver-grey bow on top—elegant and sophisticated. Her hair was up in a bun, clipped with a black sheer lace hair clip. She only applied a touch of blush, and her clear lip gloss looked so tempting, haha. Since his hotel was in Wanda Plaza, we arranged to meet at a restaurant. As we were getting ready to leave, I asked her, "You look so beautiful today, are you planning to seduce him?" She smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, what am I going to do about it?" Haha!
To be continued.People are under a lot of pressure these days, and I often travel for work. Sometimes I feel lonely and start browsing online forums. Gradually, I came across articles about couples, and I started to ponder them, recalling how she used to be away from home, socializing or traveling, and I couldn't answer her calls. Or she would come home late, smelling of cigarettes, or wearing increasingly fashionable clothes, or she seemed quite wealthy. It all seemed so similar to the descriptions in those articles. Was she really having an affair? To be honest, I thought about it too. Besides being anxious about why she wasn't answering my calls, I also felt a pang of jealousy. I even suggested she quit her job, but she said she enjoyed the excitement of socializing and the material satisfaction. This actually foreshadowed what happened later. Slowly, I started bringing up similar topics during sex, like whether she needed someone else to join in, or if she should find a lover. At first, she always refused outright, calling me a pervert and asking what I was thinking. After some time, I brought it up with her during sex, and she seemed even more excited, making soft moaning sounds of agreement. But as soon as we finished, she'd get angry. I'd read posts on forums, and it seemed like everyone went through this process. This back-and-forth continued until the following spring. Winter turned to spring, and our hearts began to flutter. She slowly came to accept it, sometimes playfully asking me if I wasn't afraid she'd run off with another man. I said, "Where else can you find someone so understanding and capable of making you happy as your husband?" She'd playfully punch my chest with her little fist, and we'd returned to the feeling of being in love, but with a sweeter, warmer, and more stable happiness.
During that time, I also chatted with many people online and on forums. Some of them added me, and some added me. But they weren't impatient or eager to get things done immediately; they just had no taste whatsoever. It seemed like any woman would do, completely disregarding their requirements. Once, during sex, I suddenly mentioned a classmate from my MBA days, now the CEO of a listed company. We've known each other for almost eight years. He has a branch office in our area, so he often comes over, sometimes to visit the kids, have meals, and bring gifts. My wife has always had feelings for him, but we'd never considered anything more. He's about 1.85 meters tall , a former soldier, with a strong physique, and always dresses impeccably, giving off a refined, businessman-like air that I lack, which she admires. That time during sex, just mentioning him made her tense up—it felt so good. Then I saw her cheeks flush, a smile on her lips, and her face buried under the pillow. I knew then, it was him. After we finished, I suggested that we chat more on WeChat. She understood what I meant, smiled, and then hit me again.
In the days that followed, every time I came home from get off work, I would hear her phone constantly ringing with WeChat. She knew I knew, but she would still take her phone and leave me, or go to another room, to chat with him. This went on for a while, until early summer of that year. One day, I inadvertently saw their messages; they were already quite intimate. While I was eating, I suggested they have a date, saying I didn't mind. Then, that month, he came to visit and invited us to dinner at a Japanese restaurant in Wanda Plaza, knowing she liked Japanese food. I sent my daughter to my parents' house early that morning, and when I came back, she was getting ready, her clothes and dresses spread all over the bed. I said, "Are you at a fashion show?" In the end, she chose an elegant coffee-colored long dress, wrapped in a layer of black tulle with orchid-like patterns on it. It seemed to be from a brand I didn't know much about, but it wasn't cheap. She wore grey stockings underneath, her grey toes peeking out from under her skirt. Then she opened the shoe cabinet, stood there for a while, and finally picked out a pair of black stilettos, satin, with a square silver-grey bow on top—elegant and sophisticated. Her hair was up in a bun, clipped with a black sheer lace hair clip. She only applied a touch of blush, and her clear lip gloss looked so tempting, haha. Since his hotel was in Wanda Plaza, we arranged to meet at a restaurant. As we were getting ready to leave, I asked her, "You look so beautiful today, are you planning to seduce him?" She smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, what am I going to do about it?" Haha!
To be continued.

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