I recall a late-night conversation between my husband and me that increasingly perplexed me.

Last night, in the dim light of the wall lamp, I lay on top of my wife's pale body, moving with her while subtly probing.
"Wife, kiss...why are you angry with me?"
"Hmph, you actually suspect I had other men when I was in school!"

"It's not entirely my fault, you never explain yourself, I'm practically being turned into a cuckold by you."
"Hmph! Maybe there's something wrong with you, that's why you suspect me!"

I teased, thrusting into her, "Don't you know your pussy is mine? Once, you shaved your pubic hair completely clean, and you didn't even explain to me..."
"Nonsense, I didn't shave!"
"You did, during a May Day holiday after graduation, when I was working in Y city."
"It's such a small thing, you're still bringing it up now, I don't even remember."

My heart tightened: she couldn't possibly forget, and years ago I'd asked her twice who shaved her and how, and
her answers were inconsistent: once she said she used her own razor, the other time she said she used my razor, and now she's denying it?!

I continued, "You never explain anything, so I've already imagined a story—'When
you were studying in another city, there was this poor, unhygienic student who pursued you. He finally got you during graduation season
and even came to Y city to see you after graduation, during that May Day holiday. Because he couldn't have you in the end, he took revenge on you by shaving off all your pubic hair. Humph!'"

LP remained noncommittal, and I could feel her vagina becoming aroused again, so I seized the opportunity to thrust a few more times.
"Does it feel better when my husband fucks you, or when other men fuck you?"
"It feels better when my husband fucks me..."

Amidst a series of moans, I asked her again, "What if you've been fucked by other men?"
"Honey, I'll do whatever you want..."
"I'll find a wild dick to fuck you..."
"...Mmm...Ahhh..."

After a passionate encounter, it was nearly 3:30 AM. LP went back to her bed to sleep. I lay on my bed in my room, feeling uneasy:
Had she actually had relations with other men? What did it really mean that her pubic hair had been shaved off? Why didn't you say you shaved yourself this time?

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