The Wife's Path to Depravity, Part 1

It got dark. I walked slowly home from work. Another day had passed, no different from yesterday, and probably no different from tomorrow. I turned on the light, changed my clothes, went to my room, turned on the computer, and sat down. Although mobile phones have almost replaced computers now, I still like to put down my phone and play on the computer for a while when I'm at home in my spare time; it feels different.
I'm just an ordinary junior staff member. I've been working for seven years since graduation, and this year marks my seventh year of marriage. My wife and I were classmates; we graduated together, came to this city, got married, worked, and had a child. Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye, and we've entered our thirties together. My wife, Jinna, is a primary school teacher, living the same eight-to-five life as me. People say there's a seven-year itch, but if we count from when we started dating, it's been over ten years. We don't really have a seven-year itch; although we're still very much in love, the passion has been worn down by life. Occasionally, we try to rekindle that passion by going to the movies or taking a walk, but we can't withstand the intrusion of the mundane details of daily life.
The doorbell rang; my wife was home from work, changing her shoes in the entryway while talking on the phone. I turned to look at her for a while. Nana was petite for a northern woman, a little over 1.6 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, big eyes, a pert nose, and a small mouth. Objectively speaking, she would be considered above average in a crowd. She was wearing a suit, a short skirt, and flesh-colored stockings. She kicked aside the high heels she had just taken off and came into the living room while talking on the phone. I couldn't help but smile. My wife had a pretty good figure. Her legs weren't particularly long because of her height, but they were very straight and well-proportioned. However, she was always rather introverted and embarrassed to wear stockings. It was only after I persuaded her many times that she started wearing them, and even then, she mostly wore flesh-colored ones, rarely black. I was right about that; the stockings made her calves look smooth and rounded. I have to say, stockings are a great invention. Nana had already hung up the phone. She came into the room and glanced at me.
"Where's your daughter?"
"Oh, she was picked up by her grandma after kindergarten. She said her grandpa missed his granddaughter and wanted her to stay overnight."
"You picked her up again? Your mom always forgets to brush her teeth at night, they're almost rotten, and she always forgets to change her underwear. You need to be careful with your little girl..."
"Alright,
alright, it's only for one day." Nana has a slight case of OCD, which isn't necessarily bad, but it's quite a hassle for a lazy guy like me. However, she keeps the child very clean. After her nagging, I went back to their bedroom to change. Since having the child, I've been kicked out of the master bedroom and started a pseudo-single life. What can I do? The child is still young. We've been living separately for four or five years now, and I'm used to it. It's quite comfortable to have my own room at night to watch movies and play games.
I repeated the daily routine of cooking, eating, and washing dishes, absentmindedly listening to her nag about current student and parent issues. While she was on the phone, I quickly slipped back to my room for a cigarette, opened a web game, and started playing. Nana, after showering, turned on the TV in the living room and watched her historical fantasy drama. Every day is like this, uneventful. While I was engrossed in an online game, the door opened. Turning around, I saw Nana, dressed in black pajamas, her waist-length hair flowing freely, gracefully walk in and embrace me from behind. I couldn't help but let out a bitter smile. Nana's passion in bed was completely different from her introverted personality. She had a strong desire, which I had always enjoyed when we were dating. Back then, I was also incredibly passionate, and we always clicked instantly, but I was always the one who lost. I asked Nana why she was so unsatisfied, and she replied, "I just like it!" Now, at thirty, although still young, after many years together, and although my wife is still youthful and beautiful, my passion has long since faded. Making love once a week is already a struggle, yet Nana remains as enthusiastic about sex as ever. I put down my game and stroked my wife's legs and body. Her skin was still so fair, soft, and smooth. Although she had a child, Nana's recovery was amazing; there were no signs of childbirth, not even stretch marks, just a faint scar that she often regretted. I could tell Nana had put on light makeup, and her beautiful face looked even more charming under the lights. However, after being intimate for a while, my reaction wasn't very noticeable; my mind was still preoccupied with the battlefield in the game. I had to make an excuse that I was tired from work. This wasn't the first time. I could tell my wife wasn't happy, but being gentle, she didn't say much. She just playfully complained that it was rare for the children to be away, and since I didn't want her, I felt guilty and had to appease her. Nana gently bit my shoulder and sat down, not mentioning the matter again. Instead, she started talking about how our daughter was planning to enroll in an art class. I breathed a sigh of relief and continued playing the game while we chatted. Before I knew it, it was nine o'clock. Nana yawned, washed up, and went to bed, but I had long since gotten used to staying up late. I always feel guilty for not being able to satisfy my wife's needs. I even wondered if I was impotent. But I get incredibly aroused whenever I see naked women online, and then I can't get it when I try to satisfy my wife. The internet says this is called "male aesthetic fatigue," that men need sensory stimulation, and that this happens when things are too familiar for too long. That's why there's
the saying, "The grass is always greener on the other side." After quitting the game, I randomly logged onto a forum I frequent, and my dark side resurfaced. For the past few years, whether watching Japanese AV or reading pornographic content, I've had a particular fondness for married women and stories about infidelity. As the plot unfolds, I unconsciously project Nana into my mind, imagining her being violated by other lustful men, and I find myself unusually excited. I've been confused about this before, but I gradually learned online that this is called cuckoldry. The fantasy of my wife being on top of another man gives me a strange sense of stimulation and excitement. The more time I spend browsing this couples' dating forum, the clearer this thought becomes. I've talked to many friends on the forum and noticed that more and more couples are now using sex to spice up their lives. I've started to have some thoughts myself. Since we lack passion in bed, and she enjoys sex, why not find a suitable single man? This would satisfy her needs and my own psychological desires... This requires first convincing Nana of this, and then finding a suitable single man—a daunting task. I've discussed some methods with fellow enthusiasts, even considering drugs when my lust gets the better of me. However, a reliable friend told me that drugs wouldn't satisfy my desire for cuckoldry; it would be like necrophilia. Besides, real drugs are hard to find, and most importantly, it's my wife! Aren't you afraid of causing danger? I completely agree! After humbly seeking his advice, he suggested exposing my wife to these kinds of things as much as possible and seeing her reaction. If she strongly dislikes it, then I should just give up. I think this is the best approach. After some wild speculation, I searched the forums and found a lot of classic posts, ready to try them out when I have the chance.
The next day, after a goodbye kiss with Nana, I was getting ready for work when my boss called to tell me I had to take the midday bus to the provincial capital for a three-day meeting. I wasn't too surprised, as my work often requires me to travel for training or meetings. Nana helped me pack my things, and we were about to leave for work when she turned back, smiling at me.
"Be good when you go out, don't do anything naughty, otherwise..."
"...Stop messing around, you'll drain all my energy."
"Get lost! Hey, how are my shoes? I bought them a while ago but haven't worn them yet."
Nana, a size 36, wore a pair of sparkling white high heels.
"They're pretty. By the way, how about the girl stays at her mom's for a few days and they pick her up and drop her off?"
Nana said as she left. "Hmm, that's fine. The school is having a teaching inspection these days, so I'm a bit busy. I'm off, call me when I get there!"
Watching Nana's graceful figure disappear through the door, I couldn't help but feel a momentary daze, as if I saw her back in college.
After a long and tiring afternoon, I returned to the hotel that evening and called to let her know I arrived safely.
"Honey, we've arrived. Yeah, I'm lying in the hotel. What about you? Lying down so early? Don't be silly, we're an old married couple, you're already missing me as soon as we leave... Haha, did you pick up the girl? Oh, I see."
Hanging up the phone, I lay on the hotel bed, feeling utterly bored. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I opened WeChat and sent all the posts and novels I'd saved to Nana, leaving a message: "Read them when you have time. I'm sleepy! Going to sleep." After sending it, I felt a little guilty. We used to watch adult films together and share some erotic stories, but this time... A wave of anxiety washed over me, and the weariness of the trip washed over me, and I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up, checked the time, and it was only a little past five. Suddenly, I jumped up and grabbed my phone to see a few messages on WeChat. Unsurprisingly, they were from Nana.
"You're always up to something when you leave the house? What are these messages? I can't open them!"
"I opened them."
"What is all this nonsense? Are you up to no good at night? What if I can't sleep after reading this?!"
"Are you asleep? Why aren't you saying anything? Did you miss me?"
Ugh, her reaction was completely different from what I expected. It seems my wife didn't understand the point! She probably didn't even look at them closely. Oh well, I'll just go for it! I'll reply to her, "Are these messages interesting? If you were the wife in these posts, how would you feel?" I had just finished sending the message and lay down to light
a cigarette when my phone vibrated. "Oh? Lazybones, you got up early already? Having trouble adjusting to the new environment? Haha."
"What nonsense are you spouting? How could it be true? It's all fake, right? What, you're willing to let me die? If you're willing to die, I'm willing to bury you."
"I got up early to do laundry and you're acting crazy!"
Three messages came in quick succession. My wife didn't seem to care, so I simply asked, "What if it were true? Would you be able to accept it? Would you find it exciting?"
"Hmm, pretty exciting, but there's no 'what if,' and it can't be true. Okay, you can sleep a little longer, I'm going to get back to work. Remember to eat, love you."
I hesitated for a moment, then didn't say anything more, just gave a simple reply, lay down, and continued to overthink.
I've been in meetings and thinking for three days, and I've decided to find an opportunity to talk to her. After all, I feel our relationship is very deep, and there's no problem I can't share, as long as she can accept it. Returning home with these thoughts, my passion reignited. Late that night, Nana and I were entwined in bed. In the heat of the moment, I brought up the topic again. Nana, panting, replied,
"Your thoughts are so strange. Are they all real? Can you handle it?"
"Of course! I've thought about it for a long time. The thought of you moaning under someone else excites me so much. Let's try it, okay? I'll find you someone you'll be satisfied with..."
"..."
After a passionate encounter, we leaned against the headboard. I pressed my advantage, but Nana didn't respond. She remained silent, finally saying, "Don't rush me. Let's talk about it later. Aren't we doing well now?" I told her, "You enjoy sex. I want you to experience more satisfaction and novelty, and I also find it quite exciting." Nana seemed hesitant, or perhaps unwilling to elaborate. After a few more intimate moments, she washed up and went to sleep.
A month passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, I kept bringing up this idea, but Nana remained hesitant, and there was no further progress. I didn't know what to do next. I talked to someone online, who told me that the best time for this was during sex or online, as it was more effective than face-to-face. Even if you two are a loving couple, it's inevitable that your wife would feel awkward if you talked about it in person. I wholeheartedly agreed. So one day, I was working overtime, and during my break, I brought up the issue with Nana again on WeChat. This time, Nana finally gave a more direct response, revealing the problem that had been troubling her for a long time. Like many others in the forum, she was worried about the impact on our relationship and life, which was the most important thing to her. I explained everything to her in detail, explaining that I felt at ease because I loved her so much, and that it was exciting because I loved her so much. I also told her that many people do this now, satisfying her sexual desires without the risk of infidelity affecting the family. She was also worried about safety, and I assured her that it wouldn't affect her choice of a safe and reliable person in real life. Before I knew it, more than an hour had passed, and Nana fell silent again.
"Na, I just want to have more different experiences while we're still young, to satisfy us."
"But if one day you feel it's unfair and want to do it too, I can't accept you with other women, but it's unfair to you... I..." "
I promise you I won't. I prefer seeing you satisfied; I like that kind of excitement
." "You... how can you be like this?"
"Hmm, do you agree?"
After another long silence, Nana finally replied
, "I admit I like sex, but I care more about our family and our love. If you really really want to try... just don't let it affect our relationship and life, promise me, okay?"
With a hint of excitement, I returned home. The child was asleep, but Nana was lying on the sofa. I thought she was asleep, but when I went closer, she was staring at me with her big, bright eyes, silent. I asked her what was wrong, and Nana took my hand and put it on her face. It was very hot! I asked in surprise, "Do you have a fever?"
"No... I feel embarrassed. Am I being too... you know? Am I abnormal?"
I knelt down and stroked Nana's face, telling her that high libido isn't a bad thing. No matter what we do, as long as we love each other, it's just a game.
From that moment on, I knew we were about to experience something new. Whether it was good or bad, I couldn't tell; I only knew I felt a strange sense of anticipation and excitement.
Daily life remained unchanged. My wife had overcome the initial awkwardness and returned to normal. It just so happened that school was starting to prepare for final exams, so she was very busy every day. I, however, began to feel secretly anxious. I wanted to strike while the iron was hot, but I couldn't find a suitable single man. After advice from online friends and our own discussion, we preferred to find a long-term, stable single man. This would be more suitable in terms of safety, health, and lifestyle, minimizing any potential insecurity. However, we lived in a small northern city with a small population, so we decided to find a single man from out of town to avoid possible embarrassment and risks. After all, real life was the priority. I didn't understand until I experienced it myself. I started looking for single men and realized it wasn't easy. Distance, character, manners, and sincerity all became unavoidable issues. After posting my search for a single man on the forum, I received a flood of friend requests from all over the country—curious, skeptical, timid, reckless, joking, those posting fake photos, those seeking advice, those wanting to video chat, those who couldn't chat, those who were overly eager—I was exhausted. I needed a good single man but was afraid of things changing and him changing his mind. I confided in a netizen online, who suggested I try to choose a married man. He said it would be safer and healthier, and less likely to disrupt my normal life. I'm very grateful to this netizen named "Fish" for his sincere help without any personal gain. There's another story about him later.
After a period of screening and selection, a single man gradually came into my view. At that time, I didn't know his real name, so I temporarily called him by his online name, "Man's Helplessness." His typing speed was average, but he spoke very sincerely and introduced himself in detail: 1.89 meters tall and weighing 180 kilograms. Quite tall; I'm only 1.74 meters tall myself... He was 41 years old, which made me a little hesitant, worried that Nana would mind that he was so much older than us. But then he sent me some photos of himself; his bronze skin looked very sunny, not at all like a man over forty. After the introduction, he told me that he lived in a county town about 100 kilometers away from us, a family of three. He graduated from the provincial forestry university and worked in another city for several years before resigning for some reason and returning here to work in plumbing. His child was in high school in the provincial capital. I had been using this forum for a long time, but I had never met a suitable couple nearby. Because of his work, he rarely had time to go too far. At the time, I assumed he owned a plumbing shop and expressed my understanding, after all, our area is not like a big city. Moreover, his demeanor was indeed quite proper, calm and composed. Once, I jokingly asked him if his wife wouldn't find out he was sneaking out to play, and he smiled and said no. After about half a month of getting to know him, he understood our thoughts and had seen the photos of Nana I sent him (the photos didn't show her face), which he said he really liked. I learned more about him as well. He didn't own a shop; he did plumbing installations himself. I was surprised by his choice. He said that although he had a bachelor's degree, his regular job didn't pay much, and plumbing work was the only way he could earn money. His family wasn't well-off, and they had many expenses. He felt he was in excellent health, so he learned plumbing from someone else. I understood. When I asked if he was looking for married couples for excitement, he answered very frankly. One reason was that his sex drive was very high, which his wife couldn't satisfy, and for various reasons, finding married couples was the most suitable for him. Another reason was that he felt a great sense of accomplishment having sex with other men's wives... Well, that's a thought many men have.
For me, this single man, who seemed to be facing a lot of challenges, was quite suitable. He was mature, stable, physically strong, and cared about his family. So I had Nana add him as a friend, letting her decide for herself. Nana hesitated for a long time but still added him. I said that even if it didn't work out, they could just be online chatters; getting to know each other better wouldn't be a bad thing. Nana grinned mischievously and asked if I was worried she'd run off with someone else. I smiled reassuringly and said that doing this showed I believed in her and our love. Nana hugged me and whispered, "I love you too."
She didn't chat much except with students' parents and friends on WeChat. She was a rather quiet and introverted person, and her favorite thing to do was watch TV dramas on her phone. Even after adding him, they didn't chat much. With my encouragement, she started chatting with him, using a QQ account she rarely used anymore, and even a secondary account. Strangely enough, I gradually noticed that Nana was chatting more and more in the evenings when she had free time, sometimes until very late. Sometimes I would even see her chatting in bed when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Who seemed so good at chatting? One night, after Nana fell asleep, I took her phone. It was password protected, but she never hid it from me. I looked through their chat history—lots and lots… As I read, I was incredibly surprised. That single guy was a great conversationalist, completely different from how he talked to me. He knew how to find common ground and topics with Nana, even offering insightful opinions on soap operas. No wonder Nana enjoyed chatting with him so much. He would occasionally mention us, but always in a tactful way, never too explicit. I couldn't help but marvel at how different men and women were, but was the difference really that big?
Finally, after knowing each other for over a month, Brother Sun—the man—reluctantly asked to meet. After get off work, I dropped the kids off at their grandma's and went to the school where my wife works. I watched as teachers and staff came out in twos and threes, greeting acquaintances. A little while later, Nana came out with her colleague, Sister Xu, carrying a bag. Sister Xu is a teacher in Nana's office; we've known each other for a long time and are very close. She smiled when she saw me, "Oh, so you're free to pick up your wife today? What? Going out for a nice meal tonight?" I smiled and replied, and Sister Xu left. Nana and I strolled home arm in arm. On the way, I mentioned that Brother Sun wanted to meet her. Nana lowered her head and didn't say anything. Feeling uncertain, I asked her what she thought. Nana said she felt she got along well with Brother Sun, and it seemed pretty good. Brother Sun had told her he wanted to meet her and seemed quite eager, but she hadn't responded. Then Nana looked up and asked me, "Do you want to? Won't you regret it?" I told her, "No, it's just a physical game. Seeing you satisfied only gives me excitement; I won't regret it or feel sad." Nana pinched me and said, "You're just driven by lust!" I knew this meant he had agreed. My heart skipped a beat. That
evening, I met with Brother Sun and we arranged to meet this weekend. He seemed very excited, offering to buy Nana an outfit and asking what we wanted to eat and where we wanted to go, promising to treat us. Nana and I discussed it and decided to skip those formalities and just meet at the hotel to avoid any unnecessary trouble. Friday arrived with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Early in the afternoon, I dropped the child off at her grandmother's. Nana went to get her hair done, shower, and choose clothes to prepare for the evening. Watching my busy wife, I couldn't tell if I was excited or jealous about what was about to happen. At 7 PM, Brother Sun messaged me, saying he had arrived and booked a family room at a decent hotel in our city, waiting for us. With mixed feelings, I replied, "This is our first meeting. If Nana doesn't feel comfortable, don't force her. We can talk about it another time." Brother Sun replied quickly, "Okay, don't worry." At eight o'clock, Nana finished her preparations at noon, put on light makeup, wore a black lace suit, and sheer black stockings. Her hair was styled in small curls and cascaded down her back. She wore high-heeled sandals, looking cool yet alluring. I stood quietly in the entryway, watching my wife, and suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of temptation and beauty. I also had a feeling that something was bound to happen tonight. We took a taxi straight to the hotel. Nana seemed quite nervous the whole way, as tonight was a very special night for us.
When we arrived at the hotel, Nana suddenly became very hesitant, whispering to me, "Maybe we should call it a day." She was extremely nervous and a little scared. I reassured her for a while before we finally entered the hotel. Reaching the room door, I knocked with a slight tremor. Before I could think too much, the door opened, and a tall man appeared in the doorway. He looked similar to the photos, but appeared even more robust, with a more eager look in his eyes. He didn't seem embarrassed at all and warmly led us into the room. The room was an inner and outer room with only a soft-sided partition and no door. Inside was a large bed, and outside were two smaller beds; it was quite spacious. The air conditioner blew a cool breeze, instantly dispelling the sweat we'd broken out in from nervousness. A popular TV drama was playing on the television. We sat down on the sofa; beer, soft drinks, and some snacks were on the coffee table. Brother Sun said he didn't know what we wanted to drink or eat, so he just bought some random things. I then took a closer look at him. His bronze skin in the photo looked rather dark here, and I could see some wrinkles on his forehead. He was tall and strong, with a slight belly, but it wasn't very noticeable. I estimated he weighed more than 180 pounds. I casually remarked, "Brother Sun looks even stronger than in the photo!" Brother Sun said, "The photo was actually taken last year. I haven't had much work this year, so I've gained some weight; I think I'm almost 190. It's really nice to meet you all. Xiao Na is so pretty." He extended his hand, and we shook hands. His palms were large and felt a bit rough. After all, it was physical labor; it was unavoidable. We naturally started talking about his work. Brother Sun told us he was from a rural area in Shandong, and that he inherited his father's tall and strong physique. After graduating, he worked in the forestry sector for almost ten years before getting married. Although the work was leisurely, the salary wasn't high. Later, with increasing family expenses, he had no choice but to switch careers and learn plumbing. He then mentioned that he was the most educated plumber in their area. We laughed as we talked, and I felt less nervous. His job had always been a concern for me. If I hadn't known his background, I probably would have refused him outright upon hearing he was a plumber. It wasn't discrimination, but I was worried about communication difficulties. Although his size was intimidating, he was quite friendly, and after chatting for a while, we both let down our guard. However, Nana remained relatively quiet, perhaps still feeling awkward. Brother Sun kept staring at Nana's legs but couldn't break the ice. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I pulled Nana into the back room and said, "Maybe I should leave for a bit, so you two won't feel awkward." My wife whispered,
"No! I'm scared!"
I said, "What are you afraid of? We've been talking for so long, Brother Sun doesn't seem like a bad person, and this hotel is very safe. You two can relax a bit if I go out."
Nana said, "My heart is beating so fast!"
"How do you feel about him?"
"I can't really say right now, I was just too nervous."
I comforted her, "Okay, it's alright, I'll just go out for a bit, sit in the lobby for a while, you two can have a good chat."
"Okay then, come back soon."
I told Brother Sun my thoughts, and to my surprise, he agreed, whispering that I should try to make Xiao Na relax and not worry. Suddenly, I felt a hint of urgency in his eager eyes, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly to myself. What was going on...? I took a room key from Brother Sun, stepped out of the room, and went downstairs. I didn't sit down in the lobby, but wandered out and found a place to sit by the roadside. My heart was filled with excitement and trepidation. Suddenly, I couldn't help but recall the years I'd spent with my wife. She was gentle and quiet, always obedient to me, introverted yet incredibly passionate in bed, seemingly possessing inexhaustible energy. From the time she gave me her first time in school until today, more than ten years had passed, and now she was alone in a hotel room with another strange man. What would happen? Lost in thought, I realized half an hour had passed and was startled. Had we already... you know? Just as I stood up, my WeChat buzzed. It was Nana: "Brother Sun seems a little different when we chat. He's not as quick-witted as usual, and he keeps staring at me. But it's okay, we're chatting, and he hasn't done anything inappropriate, which is good. Where are you? When are you coming back?" I thought for a moment and replied, "In a bit, I'll sit here a little longer. As long as you feel good."

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