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The second thing was arguably the highlight of our trip to Phuket (the Emperor Show pales in comparison). Having arrived in the resort paradise of Phuket, how could we possibly miss exploring the bustling bar street after several nights in a row? Experiencing a hangover in Phuket wasn't out of the question. My wife and I discussed playing a game that night, a test of our charm. Once inside the bar street, we split up to avoid being recognized as a couple. I would follow her from a distance, and she would choose a bar to enter, followed by me. Then, I would approach her as a stranger, pretending to bump into her, and then proceed to flirt with her normally, before heading back to the hotel together to experience the feeling of "going to bed together." My suggestion was inspired by a movie starring Tony Leung and Carina Lau, where their characters, after years of fading passion, rekindled it in this way. For this, I specifically had my wife dress up, wearing a low-cut tank top and low-waisted hot pants. My wife is 165cm tall, so her proportions are quite good. Underneath, I told her not to wear her usual bra that night, just nipple covers and a thong. Now, if you ask me if the above game content was truly my original intention and plan, to be honest, "re-getting back" with my wife wasn't that exciting for me. On the other hand, I had confidence in my wife's appearance; given her looks tonight, subconsciously, I vaguely hoped that a strange man would appear and take my place in the game. Those who have been to Thailand, especially Phuket, should be familiar with the nightlife there. There are many white tourists there, and on boring nights, accompanied by alcohol and music, many foreigners probably want to experience a romantic encounter with an Asian woman. Tonight, such a man appeared beside my wife.

I understand my wife's broken English, so I sat not far from her, ordered a beer, and observed. Clearly, my wife wasn't prepared for the man approaching her to be a strange white man. Judging from their body language, she agreed to let the foreigner sit down, and at the same time, I received a WeChat message. She asked me what to do. I told her, "Just follow your instincts. Treat it as practicing your English (of course, my expectations go far beyond just improving your spoken English...)! If you really can't handle it, or you dislike him, just tell him you came with your husband. Give me a look, and I'll come over and help you out." I wonder how many people have had, or are currently having, the opportunity to watch their wives flirt with other men; anyway, so far, I've been enjoying the process. My wife later recounted their conversation to me in bits and pieces. At first, of course, they introduced themselves, their names, where they were from, how many days they were staying in Phuket, where they went, and so on. Some foreigners are probably just born with a knack for picking up girls. During the conversation, this foreigner kept praising her for being beautiful, especially gorgeous, with a very hot figure, etc. My wife said quite a lot and seemed quite happy at the time, getting more and more into the conversation with the foreigner. I was standing to the side when I saw the foreigner slowly put his hand on my wife's arm, then gently put his arm around her waist, almost whispering in her ear. The moment the foreigner touched my wife, she glanced at me knowingly. I smiled at her and texted her to follow her instincts. My wife checked her phone, seemingly reassured, and continued joking with the foreigner, not taking his behavior seriously.

Before we knew it, it was past 11 pm, and the bar street was still bustling. I had already drunk two large pitchers of beer, and my wife and the foreigner nearby had also ordered quite a few drinks. Judging from her drinking capacity, I knew she was almost drunk; from the way she spoke, I knew she was quite tipsy. The foreigner had become even more unrestrained, his hands practically roaming over my wife's body, lingering on her ample buttocks for a long time. My half-drunk wife clearly didn't care, and I figured if I texted her now, she probably wouldn't remember to read it. So, I got up and deliberately walked slowly past their table, wanting to observe their state more closely. At that moment, I overheard their conversation, which seemed out of character for my wife. It's likely her English is quite limited; even her flirting was so direct: "Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" (The entire post won't upload if I typed it in English, so I'll just type it in Chinese...) The foreigner, realizing he was almost there, asked, "Your hotel or mine?" My wife, whether not fully understanding or simply too drunk, didn't answer. She just got up, took the foreigner's hand, and started to walk out. Then she looked at me, standing not far away. I pointed to my phone and showed her WeChat. I told her, "If you want to sleep with this foreigner tonight, I don't mind. Everyone's been drinking, so I can pretend nothing happened when we wake up tomorrow, provided you go to our hotel room. Remember to shower and wash thoroughly, and definitely use condoms. I'll swipe my key card to enter the room half an hour after you go in. You need to tell the foreigner beforehand that you're here with your husband, and he's out drinking and partying." She replied with a short voice message, "What if the foreigner hears this and gets into trouble?" "Then you can tell him that we're each doing our own thing, and we won't restrict each other tonight. You've had one-night stands before, and your husband doesn't object," she said. After reading the message, my wife replied with a few kiss emojis and slowly walked back to the hotel with the foreigner.
Normally, we probably could never have done this. But on this night, in Phuket, with alcohol, music, men and women, everything was about to happen. My heart was pounding. Besides the alcohol, there was a strange, indescribable feeling inside me—a bittersweet, tight feeling. I didn't know whether I should be angry or excited about being cuckolded. Looking at the WeChat messages I'd just received, fueled by the alcohol, I still couldn't believe it. I'd sent them to my wife; I'd been helping her seduce another man and sleep with him. It seemed like the die was cast tonight. I should just let it go. Even my wife was so bold (though she had more experience than me), so what did I have to hold back? I followed them back to the hotel, watching them swipe their cards and enter their room from a distance at the end of the second-floor corridor. Then I went back to the lobby, found a corner to sit down, and... (The rest of the text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly due to OCR errors. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context.)
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I've been quite busy lately, both at work and at home. With the year-end and the Spring Festival approaching, there are many work and family matters to handle one by one. It's been over a month since my last blog post. I'm still unsure when I'll have the time to sit down and finish writing about my Phuket trip. I don't know where else to write this kind of diary entry but here; everyone needs a way to vent. I wrote the above in one go without much revision, so some sentences might not be very fluent. Please forgive me; I wanted to record the truth, not write a novel.
In summary, since the incident at Kowloon Mountain Resort (actually, that wasn't the beginning, it was just the first time I discovered the situation myself), a little over a month has passed, and the state between my wife and me (referring to the events at the amusement park) has changed a lot. Actually, even if I hadn't noticed anything unusual at first, my wife was still doing everything unilaterally; now, I've discovered it, and after struggling with the decision, I chose compromise over outburst. So, either I ignore it and let her indulge herself, or I participate and join her. Perhaps there's no other option but compromise. The Phuket incident was just a way for me to half-heartedly bring it up with my wife under the sun, on the beach, with alcohol, and in a relaxed environment, giving her a signal of "I agree."
As for what will happen next, to be honest, I don't have a complete plan, nor can I think that far ahead. After all, this is real life, not a novel; every step is a real occurrence, not just words. There's a saying that life is like being raped; if you can't resist, then just enjoy it!
In short, since the incident at Kowloon Mountain Villa (actually, that wasn't the beginning, it was just the first time I discovered the situation myself), a little over a month has passed, and the state between my wife and me (referring to what happened at the amusement park) has changed a lot. Actually, even if I hadn't noticed anything unusual at first, my wife was still doing everything unilaterally; now, I've just discovered it, and after struggling, I chose compromise over outburst. So, either I ignore it and let her indulge herself, or I participate and play along with her. Perhaps there's no other option but compromise. The Phuket incident was just a way for me to half-heartedly confess to my wife under the sun, on the beach, with alcohol, and in a relaxed environment, giving her a signal of "I agree." As for what will happen next, to be honest, I don't have a complete plan, nor can I think that far ahead. After all, this is real life, not a novel; every step is real, not just words. There's a saying that life is like being raped; if you can't resist, then slowly enjoy it!

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