My wife and I's dating experiences, part 15

Xiao Zhao held his wife's hand with one hand and supported her waist with the other. His wife's other hand rested on Xiao Zhao's shoulder. They danced slowly to the music. Two other women present also had dance partners, making a total of three couples dancing. However, my attention was focused entirely on my wife and Xiao Zhao. Because I had drunk too much, my vision was blurry, but my mind was clear. Such opportunities were rare, and this could very well be a crucial step for my wife to accept Xiao Zhao. I thought to myself, once a woman emotionally accepts a man, developing a closer relationship is not difficult; it's just a matter of a thin veil. I disagree with those who say that women can sleep with multiple men at the same time, or maintain sexual relationships with multiple men simultaneously, unless money is involved. Of course, there are exceptions of women with sex addiction, but the vast majority of women cannot accept having physical contact with more than two men at the same time. It's extremely difficult for a normal woman to take that step unless she truly accepts him from the bottom of her heart. A writer once said that a woman's vagina is a gateway to her soul, which is a denigration of women. I believe that to enter a woman's vagina, you must first enter her soul. My wife and Xiao Zhao danced silently, without any unnecessary movements. They held hands, their arms around each other's waists and shoulders. Xiao Zhao would occasionally whisper something in her ear, and she would smile each time, seemingly responding with a touch of shyness. She was unaware that her dance partner had already been intimate with her, that his penis had explored her most private and deepest places, and that Xiao Zhao's penis had repeatedly struck and kissed her cervix. Today's activities were completely out of my plan, and Xiao Zhao hadn't informed me beforehand, especially about the karaoke and dancing after dinner. Looking back now, Xiao Zhao's sense of purpose was quite strong; he was trying every means to get close to my wife and win her favor, and in hindsight, he achieved his goal. After the dance, my wife returned to her seat next to me, all smiles. She picked up her drink and started drinking. I asked her, "Xiao Zhao, what were you two talking about? Why aren't you dancing properly? You're all smiles!" My wife looked at me, pursed her lips, and didn't say anything. I asked her again, and she said she wouldn't tell me, while continuing to smile. Later, while she was in the restroom, I called Xiao Zhao over to ask him. Xiao Zhao said they hadn't said anything, just that he praised my wife for being beautiful and a good dancer, and that she had a high alcohol tolerance, able to sing so well even after drinking so much. Women's ears are naturally drawn to sweet talk, and Xiao Zhao's compliments made my wife very happy. Later, Xiao Zhao brought out some more alcohol, and the ladies switched to foreign liquor, the kind that's served with iced tea—it tastes like a beverage, but has a strong aftereffect. There were three women and two bottles of foreign liquor. I had one glass in between. The women definitely drank quite a bit that day, and my wife was particularly impressive. When we left the karaoke bar, it was past midnight. It had even snowed that night. I remember it clearly; although it was dark, I could see a vast expanse of white. The crunching sound of our footsteps on the snow created a unique atmosphere. There were almost no people on the streets. Xiao Zhao's colleagues took taxis home in twos and threes. Xiao Zhao offered to take my wife and me, and I didn't refuse, because I was also quite drunk, and so was my wife. If we had both collapsed on the roadside that night, we would have frozen to death. My memories after leaving the karaoke bar that night are fragmented. I remember repeatedly saying that I wasn't drunk. Xiao Zhao would help me up and then help my wife walk. My wife was walking unsteadily and insisted on building a snowman. Xiao Zhao kept trying to persuade her, saying it was too late and we could build a snowman together tomorrow. Later, my wife and I supported each other, while Xiao Zhao supported my wife on the other side. We finally managed to hail a taxi. In those years, taxis in Hohhot were extremely difficult to find, especially in rainy or snowy weather. After getting in the car, I felt dizzy and only woke up when I got out. A blast of cold air from opening the car door cleared my head a little, and it felt like I'd barely closed my eyes before we were at the entrance to our apartment complex. My wife, however, was even more confused. She could barely stand when we got out of the car, her head drooping. It took a lot of effort from Xiao Zhao and me to drag her out of the car, and we each supported her on one side. Because I was so drunk, I almost went into the wrong building entrance; Xiao Zhao had to point it out because he'd been to my place once before. And so, swaying and staggering, Xiao Zhao finally got us home.

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