Where to go from here 3

Since I have some free time today, I'll continue writing, since I haven't finished explaining what happened in Phuket. First of all, I wish all my fellow wolves a Happy Chinese New Year and a blissful family life! Here, I mainly want to record my psychological journey, to recreate some of the situations at the time, and also to document this extraordinary trip.

That day, after watching my wife and that foreigner go into their room, I went downstairs to the lobby and sat down. My feelings were complicated; I was nervous, jealous, and a little excited. I asked the waiter for a glass of ice water, hoping to calm down the illusions brought on by the alcohol all night. I kept looking back at my chat history with my wife from that night; the striking messages reaffirmed that this wasn't a hallucination, and that I had practically half-heartedly sent my wife out. There's a famous saying online: "If you choose to have sex, you have to finish it, even if it's painful." Applying this to me, it's: "If you choose to be cuckolded, you have to wear it, even if it makes you angry." We had agreed that I would enter the room half an hour after them; although I gulped down large amounts of ice water and even asked the waiter for another drink, the effects of the alcohol and adrenaline were still hard to suppress. I sent my wife two messages, not knowing what kind of reply I was hoping for, but I received no reply at all. If I had been sober then, I should have realized that those two people in the room wouldn't have had time to touch their phones. With my mind filled with these chaotic thoughts, I noticed the time again; it was already 12:40 AM. They had been inside for almost an hour. I went upstairs to the room, my footsteps becoming lighter as I got closer. When I reached the door, my heart was pounding uncontrollably, and my hand holding the room key was nervous; I hesitated to open the door. I pressed my ear against the door, trying to hear what was happening inside. I thought to myself, at that moment, I must have been the epitome of a cuckold, a cuckolded husband! Inside, there were occasional male voices, mostly my wife's soft moans, and the laughter of the two men. At that moment, instead of opening the door immediately, I retraced my steps, leaving the corridor and returning to the lobby downstairs. My mind raced with thoughts of what I would say if I opened the door and saw what was inside. How would I start a conversation? What if my wife was already naked, being played with by him? What if they were engaged in sexual intercourse? What if they were already having sex a second time? What if
one of them was about to climax? What if…? I thought and thought, and no matter the scenario, it wouldn't be a simple chat under the covers. We'd be face to face, my wife experiencing both pain and pleasure beneath him—what would I say? Would I ask, "Dude, are you enjoying yourself?!"… Ultimately, I didn't go into the room. Faced with this situation, I couldn't get past the hurdle.

Upstairs, my wife and that foreigner were enjoying each other's bodies; downstairs, the 30-degree Celsius heat of Phuket at night juxtaposed with the cool air conditioning in the hotel lobby—this contrast probably perfectly represented my conflicted feelings at that moment! I leaned against the sofa in the corner of the lobby and drifted off to sleep. When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn, 6:10 AM. The morning air in Phuket was exceptionally cool. I hadn't gone back to my room all night, not until daybreak. There was a text from my wife on my phone, a little after 5: "The foreigners just left, I'm catching up on some sleep. Why didn't you come to the room last night?" I got up; now I could go back to the room. The room was a mess. Towels and cans were scattered on the floor, and my wife's shoes, clothes, and underwear were strewn about on the sofa and the corner of the bed. Of course, there were also more than one torn condom wrapper. My wife was sleeping soundly; she had only slept for an hour. Although I had barely slept all night, I wasn't tired. Instead, I was very concerned, not like I was "live-streaming" a drama. I roused my wife and told her to go have breakfast with me. Although she was reluctant, she got up and went to the restaurant with me. I was eager to know what had happened in the room the previous night; that feeling was probably written all over my face. My wife wasn't being coy; she wasn't hungry, only took a glass of milk, presumably still needing to sober up.

Just as I was wondering how to get to the point, my wife spoke up herself. She said they'd had a blast in the room the night before, sleeping with the foreigner several times. The foreigner seemed like a seasoned womanizer, very good at setting the mood. My wife herself was also quite drunk; it was the first time she'd ever slept with someone after drinking so much, especially with a complete stranger. She said she hadn't thought much about it at the time; they were both just letting loose because of the alcohol. Of course, my wife didn't know then that I'd already confirmed her relationship with that guy from the company, otherwise I wouldn't have been so unsuspecting about her so-called "first time" of cheating. My wife said that when they entered the room, the foreigner started getting restless, his hands groping her body, constantly complimenting her on her hot figure and how beautiful she was. My wife was already half-drunk, so she only understood half of what he said. My wife was already scantily clad, and in no time at all, she was stripped down to her underwear. She said the foreigner wanted to go straight to her, but she told him she needed to take a shower first. So the foreigner stripped naked too, and they squeezed into the shower together. The shower, barely a square meter in size, was practically a prelude to foreplay rather than a shower. The foreigner tried to kiss her several times, but my wife dodged him, saying she was still a little hesitant. He didn't try again, but he explored all her other sensitive areas. My wife's sensitive areas include her cheek, collarbone, breasts, back, and groin. The foreigner groped her, stimulating her body while complimenting her, saying it was his first time with an Asian woman and it was very exciting. Whether he was telling the truth or not, my wife said she didn't care at the time, but this foreigner was really good at manipulating women; she almost lost control several times, saying she really wanted to have sex with him right then and there.
After showering, they went to bed. My wife lay naked, and the foreigner gave her oral sex from head to toe. She said it was incredibly exciting; it was the first time in her life she'd experienced a man kissing her all over with his mouth, and he was very patient the whole time, not in a hurry at all. My wife was incredibly aroused. She said that when they finally kissed her face, it was very natural for them to kiss each other; it wasn't awkward or forced at all, and she just wanted to French kiss him. My wife said that while they were kissing, she was holding his penis and stroking it constantly; she was already very wet. The foreigner put on a condom, and they had sex in the normal position for the first time. My wife said his penis was indeed larger, and it felt very full inside, but she didn't know if it was because he hadn't given her oral sex before or because he'd been drinking, but it wasn't particularly hard. She didn't keep track of how long it lasted the first time, but they both had a great time. My wife said that since it was her first time with a stranger, and a foreigner at that, she felt incredibly excited. The second time was at the foreigner's request. He made his wife stand in front of the French windows on the balcony while he entered from behind. He even deliberately left the curtains open, preventing his wife from closing them. His wife said her heart was pounding, terrified of being seen by people across the street because the buildings were so close together. However, it was past 2 a.m., so she felt a little more at ease, but she didn't dare to make a sound as loud as the first time, mostly covering her mouth with her hand to keep her voice down. This time, the foreigner wasn't as gentlemanly or gentle as the first time. His wife said the entire time was almost purely a cathartic thrusting and pumping inside her. She couldn't take it anymore and begged him to be gentler, which made him slightly more restrained. When he ejaculated, he didn't tell his wife; he pulled out, removed the condom, and sprayed his semen all over her buttocks and body. As soon as his wife finished and turned around, the foreigner pressed her head down, knelt on the ground, and waved his semen-covered penis in front of her face. My wife said she understood what he meant, and after two encounters, she wasn't too resistant to the man's body anymore. She looked up and met his gaze, then lowered her head and took his glans into her mouth.

They did it twice in a row and were both a little tired. The foreigner was covered in sweat, almost as if he had just taken a shower, so they decided to go to bed and rest. The foreigner held my wife in his arms, caressing her breasts and touching her genitals—he had explored every part of her body. My wife said they slept for a while and didn't notice what time it was; she had completely forgotten about my presence until the foreigner was about to leave, when she remembered I was still outside. When my wife woke up, she got up to take a shower. She was fixing her hair in front of the bathroom mirror when the foreigner got up and came into the bathroom. He hugged my wife and kissed her back. My wife said she was very aroused at that moment; she wanted more after being hugged and kissed for a while. She gestured for the foreigner to put on a condom, but he said he didn't want to this time. His wife disagreed, saying she still had her limits. Their final compromise was that his wife would give him oral sex, and then they would enter him from behind! I was a little shocked when I heard this; my wife had never been so open during sex with me. She said that while giving him oral sex, she specifically examined and compared his penis. It was very white, and the pubic hair was very clean. The size was indeed larger than the average Chinese man's, even larger than mine (holy crap...), and his testicles weren't small either. I realized there was something wrong with her statement; the "average Chinese man" in her bed right now was probably just me. Had she let something slip?! But I didn't interrupt her at the time. After giving the foreigner oral sex, my wife turned around, and he pushed her onto the sink and entered her from behind. He observed my wife's reaction; this time, he didn't just ejaculate right away. Although this happened somewhat suddenly, my wife said that at the time, the foreigner was holding her buttocks and thrusting into her vigorously. In the mirror in front of her was herself, naked with disheveled long hair, and a muscular white man behind her, constantly pumping in and out. The foreigner had one hand on her shoulder and the other on her right breast, simultaneously entering and exiting her body. All of this was reflected perfectly in the mirror, which she found
quite exciting, even embarrassing to look directly at herself. Ultimately, the foreigner ejaculated inside my wife, so it was a mutually satisfying outcome.

My wife reminisced about everything that had happened a few hours earlier with great relish. She also said that the foreigner had invited her to sunbathe at the beach that afternoon and have dinner together that evening. She said the decision was hers; she would decide whether to accept or decline before lunch. To be honest, I needed to clear my head before thinking things through, because my mind was filled with the erotic images my wife had described. It must be clarified that all the details above weren't recounted by my wife at breakfast; many were pieced together from our subsequent discussions, with her gradually recalling them. I've simply compiled all the details today, and I believe it's comprehensive enough. Of course, I can't guarantee there won't be any exaggerations in her account, but whenever we talk about these things in Phuket, her face lights up with joy, an irrepressible happiness and excitement radiating from her. Actually, I've realized that my wife did these things while studying abroad, the only difference being that it was during our dating phase, and now it's during our marriage. Putting that aside, what I'm doing now is simply helping her reopen this window after marriage; once she opens her heart to accept it, she won't need anyone to guide or instruct her on what to do next. It's like once you learn to drive or ride a bicycle, you'll never forget how to handle them; it's just that different road conditions require different approaches. Now, my wife has a lover at home (whether there's a second one, I haven't found out anything so far).

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