I finally met my wife's "big" ex-boyfriend.

However, no matter how uneasy I felt, I couldn't escape what I had to face. I even regretted scheduling the gathering for the afternoon. When my wife and I arrived at the restaurant, most of our classmates had already arrived. As we approached the private room, I deliberately stopped with my wife. I wanted to identify Bai before going in, so I asked her to point him out. My wife blushed and pointed to Bai's location. I was a little embarrassed to realize she had found Bai so easily among so many people.
Bai was sitting at the same table as my wife's classmates. He was leaning against the wall, looking at his phone with a girl next to him, occasionally whispering something to her. Because Bai was tilting his head, I couldn't see his face or height clearly. But from his profile, I could tell he was a fair-skinned young man, and he was wearing a slightly tight shirt. From the shape of the shirt, I could tell he was quite strong. The girl next to him, looking at her phone, was my wife's roommate and bridesmaid tomorrow. She had actually arrived a few days earlier, and we had even rehearsed the wedding together and had a meal afterward. I always felt she and my wife had a very good relationship; she seemed gentle, sensible, and capable. I'll call this classmate Qian for now. I had a pretty strong impression of her and made a point of remembering her appearance. She was quite pretty, and I remember her short, medium-length hair, which gave her a very capable air. But what made me notice her and remember her wasn't her looks or outstanding demeanor, but rather that my wife had told me that when Bai first took her away from school, this was the girl who had excused herself from the group activity. And this was the same girl who informed Bai about my wife's wedding.
To be honest, these two things made me unsure whether to hate her or thank her.
My wife and I straightened our clothes, then instinctively looked at each other and took a deep breath. My wife then linked arms with me and we walked into the private room. I could clearly sense that my wife was extremely nervous; her breathing was a little heavy and her body seemed stiff. I didn't know at the time whether she was so nervous because she was about to see Bai or because she was about to meet a whole bunch of my classmates, but I didn't have time to guess then. As
soon as we entered the private room, the classmates erupted in excitement, and those who had been whispering and chatting turned their attention to us. Qian and my best man also left their seats and came over, standing next to my wife and me respectively. The best man started by giving short speeches, mostly polite remarks, reminiscing about school days, and congratulating us. Then came Qian, then me, and finally my wife. While the best man and maid of honor were giving their speeches, I casually glanced at Bai again. Since Qian had moved away from him, Bai had sat up straight, and I got a good look at him. I must say, he was indeed a very handsome man. He had a great face shape and fair skin. What I envied even more was that although he looked like a clean-cut, refined man overall, his facial features and body contours also had a very strong feel, exuding a masculine aura. Just from his upper body, you could tell that Bai was the kind of man who regularly worked out; under his slightly tight shirt, you could clearly see the well-defined muscles in his shoulders, arms, and chest. Looking at Bai, I suddenly felt inferior, as if I suddenly understood my wife. I thought to myself, thank goodness I wasn't wearing such tight clothes, otherwise, compared to her, I really wouldn't want her.
I especially noticed that my wife seemed particularly nervous while speaking, and Bai kept staring at her during this time. When my wife's gaze swept over Bai, he seemed to wave at her, causing her to pause for several seconds in her speech, and then she started to look away furtively. I imagine my wife must have had a tough day. I wonder if it will affect the wedding tomorrow.
After we finished our brief introductions, my wife and I went to each table to offer toasts. When we got to my wife's classmates' table, Bai, like the other classmates, stood up. Bai stood elegantly opposite us, holding a wine glass. Then I noticed that Bai's physique was simply amazing—he was a whole head taller than me, even though I was wearing shoe lifts! I suddenly felt that Bai and my beautiful wife were a better match. Bai should be my wife's prince charming, while I felt like a toad trying to eat a swan.
I tried my best to control myself and not lose my composure, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn't help but glance at Bai's crotch. I was incredibly curious about the penis my wife had described, the penis that had been used to penetrate her body countless times. Bai was wearing loose pants, so I hadn't really thought I could tell the size or length, but I just glanced over instinctively. To my surprise, perhaps because my wife looked so beautiful today, Bai was already aroused. But that's to be expected. Seeing the beautiful women I'd casually played with become someone else's wife, I'd look down on him if he didn't react. So, spurred on by my beautiful fiancée, I finally got a clear look at Bai's huge, slanted penis, almost reaching my waistband. I only glanced at its shape and knew my wife was lying. She'd said Bai's penis was half the length of mine, but it looked more than twice as long. And she'd always said my penis was thicker than Bai's, and that it felt good when I penetrated her. Actually, I hadn't really believed it. From my wife's repeated descriptions, I'd guessed Bai couldn't possibly be thinner than me. But now, comparing them, I realized Bai wasn't just not thinner, he was probably much thicker. Even through those loose pants, I could feel the head of Bai's penis was as big as a child's clenched fist. I finally understood why my wife was so submissive to him. Even a quick glance made my heart race. Afraid of being noticed, I quickly looked away, but the thought of my wife being filled with such a large penis so many times filled me with a bittersweet excitement, and my face felt burning.
Everyone had already raised their glasses, and Bai leaned over to clink glasses with my wife and me. I felt incredibly awkward, but then Bai smiled and said, "Congratulations, handsome! You've married the most beautiful girl in our class. You're so lucky!" His words, in tone and content, seemed perfectly normal, yet I sensed a lot more in them: teasing, provocation, smugness, even lust. I thought, "When you say I'm lucky, are you implying my wife's skills have been greatly improved? Are you trying to make me thank you for all the time you've spent playing with her?" But despite these thoughts, I quickly thanked him and moved on to the next person. My face was burning, and when I turned, I saw my wife's face was also flushed red to her neck.
My wife and I quickly clinked glasses with everyone and hurriedly helped each other back to the center of the private room, feeling like we were fleeing. We said a few words to everyone, "Enjoy your food and drinks," and then took our seats.
My wife was practically dragged away by Qian, who sat next to Bai, while my wife sat on the other side of Qian. I could sense that my wife didn't want to sit so close to Bai, but Qian just grabbed her arm and pulled her over. Luckily, with Qian between them, my wife didn't have any overly intimate contact or conversation with Bai. Soon, I was also pulled to another table, and my classmates started "inviting" me to drink. During the meal and drinks, I couldn't help but steal glances at my wife's side. I was actually very reluctant for my wife and Bai to sit so close; I was worried that something might happen between them. I knew that if something did happen, there was a high chance my wife would succumb. I watched from afar as my wife seemed very nervous, trying to turn her face away, but the oblivious Qian kept pulling my wife and Bai together to talk. I was too far away to hear what they were saying, but I could see that my wife's face was very red.
Later, my classmates pulled me aside to drink and chat. They surrounded me, making a ruckus and teasing me. After a while, I finally had a chance to observe my wife again. I noticed Qian was pouring her a drink. My wife's face was flushed, and her eyes were more glazed than before, indicating she had also been given quite a bit of alcohol by her classmates. I also noticed that, with Qian's help, Bai occasionally clinked glasses with my wife and exchanged a few words. I was worried, but I thought that what happened in public shouldn't be anything unusual, given so many classmates were watching, and Qian was between them. Bai didn't have a chance to speak to my wife alone, so I guessed that nothing would happen at least for now. Bai and my wife were old classmates who hadn't seen each other in a long time; they were just chatting. My wife was already feeling unwell, and I felt I should be understanding. So I started drinking with my classmates again, forcing myself not to pay too much attention to my wife's table. After a while, when I looked over again, my heart skipped a beat.
To my surprise, Bai and Qian had switched seats sometime earlier. I quickly looked closer and saw Bai in the middle, looking at something on his phone. My wife and Qian were also looking at Bai's phone, Qian chatting and laughing. Bai was talking to my wife while looking at his phone, and my wife's face and neck were noticeably redder, probably from drinking quite a bit. My wife has a slight alcohol allergy, and her whole body turns red after drinking.
I saw the three of them whispering to each other the whole time, while the other classmates at the table were chatting animatedly in small groups, making the three of them seem quite normal. But I knew in my heart that something was definitely not normal between my wife and Bai. But there was nothing I could do. Later, I thought that as long as my wife and Bai weren't talking alone, it should be fine, right? Bai wouldn't say anything inappropriate to my wife in front of Qian to seduce her. I really wanted to know what they were looking at and saying, but I decided to trust my wife a little. Later, Qian pulled my wife out, probably to the restroom, which my wife clearly didn't want to go. I wondered what that little vixen was up to. Did she want to chat with Bai alone instead of going with Qian? Thankfully, my wife went to the restroom with Qian. A while later, my wife and Qian returned, but I felt my wife was acting strangely. I secretly observed her and noticed she kept glancing my way. I quickly smiled at her and looked away to drink with my classmates. Then I secretly watched her again. This time, I noticed that when Qian and my wife returned, Bai was already back in his seat, and Qian was sitting between the two of them, which reassured me a bit. However, I saw Qian give Bai something after returning, and the two of them were laughing happily. My wife, on the other hand, kept her head down, seemingly a little drunk. After that, Bai didn't seem to have any further interaction with my wife, only chatting and laughing with Qian, occasionally flirting with my wife, but she didn't respond much. As I drank more and more, I stopped observing them…
The dinner continued, and my classmates were still making a ruckus, but my wife and I had to prepare for the wedding the next day, so my wife, Qian, one of my best men, and I said goodbye and left early. My wife leaned against me, and I realized she hadn't drunk much; her mind was still perfectly clear. But after dinner, she'd been very quiet, as if something was on her mind. She seemed distracted, barely speaking, just walking slowly behind us.
We went to a coffee shop and briefly confirmed the wedding details one last time. I took a taxi to the building representing my wife's family home. Qian helped my wife out of the car. I told her to get some rest that night, then told the driver to continue, and I went back to my house with my best man.
I was quite conflicted. I felt something was off about my wife after meeting Bai, but I also understood her. A woman can't completely be at ease facing her first love, especially after everything that happened between them. My wife needed time to process it. I chose to trust my wife. After all, Qian, like a little shadow, would always be by her side, so I believed nothing would happen today. I just hoped it wouldn't affect her mood at the wedding. I'd comfort her tomorrow.
That night, I barely slept a wink. I took out my prepared wedding speech and read it over and over again. Actually, I knew it by heart; I was just keeping myself occupied. My wife had been very downcast since meeting Bai during the day, and I hadn't had a chance to ask her what was wrong, let alone comfort her. I was worried about what might happen, even wondering if she might suddenly call off the wedding the next day. But at that point, I could only trust her. I couldn't sleep until midnight, my mind racing. I finally couldn't resist texting her to ask if she was okay. I waited a long time, but she didn't reply. My mind was in turmoil, so I got up, went to the living room, opened the refrigerator, hesitated for a long time looking at the row of beers, and finally grabbed an ice-cold Coke. I needed to calm down because I kept feeling like something was going on with my wife.
I kept wondering why she wasn't replying to my messages, so I called her, only to find her phone was off. I suddenly remembered that when we parted, Qian had told us to get some rest early that night, not to put our phones in our suits the next day, and to contact the best man and maid of honor for any matters. My best man was already fast asleep, exhausted. I suddenly realized that everyone was worried about my wedding, and what was I thinking? My wife was probably already asleep at this hour; I couldn't possibly go on stage with dark circles under my eyes the next day. I gave myself a self-deprecating laugh in the mirror, finished my Coke, and went back to my room to lie down on the bed. I still couldn't help but keep thinking randomly, but the thought of marrying such a beautiful, innocent woman with such great skills in bed the next day filled me with excitement and happiness. I
wondered if my wife was asleep, and if she was getting a good rest, especially since she had seen her ex-boyfriend Bai again, the day before her wedding. Was she fantasizing about being penetrated by Bai's big dick again?
Lost in these thoughts, I felt like I had only managed to get a little sleep in the early hours of the morning. Maybe it was because I glanced at Bai's crotch during the day, but I dreamt again of my wife being penetrated by Bai's huge penis. The way my wife climaxed and moaned made me shout in the dream, "You're my wife!" to her as she climaxed. But my wife in the dream couldn't hear me; she just held Bai tightly, enjoying the pleasure and climax brought by his thrusts inside her. Bai, while having sex with my wife, watched me with that same refined smile he had during the day.
I woke up with a start, still a little worried—worried about myself and worried about my wife. My wedding was the next day, and I hoped that Bai, my wife's ex-boyfriend, wouldn't affect her mood.
I needed to banish these chaotic thoughts from my mind.

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