The young woman was lost in the sea of desire, only to awaken to her original heart upon waking.

Meeting a suitable single man is not easy, so my husband started advising and encouraging me to find someone I like. He said he was willing to do anything to make me happy. Meeting someone in this vast world, and then liking each other, is even harder. You might not believe such a person exists, but J did appear, and thus began my year-long journey of
dating. He was an old gaming buddy; in the simpler days of our gaming days, we just played games together every day. No one could have imagined that decades later, we would have a relationship. Occasionally, J would send me pictures of his hometown, Guilin, and I longed to visit those beautiful mountains and rivers. My husband sensed my feelings and said he was too busy to spend time with me, and told me not to overthink it. To be honest, I never considered dating. I accepted the game because my husband wanted me to experience more and enrich our married life; dating would lose its meaning. But my husband still encouraged me, saying it was rare to find someone I liked and trusted, so I should treat it as a trip to relax and unwind. With my husband's unconditional trust and support, I set off with full confidence.
The train, winding through the endless mountains, arrived quickly. I still remember how he looked when he picked me up. He wasn't dressed up much, and I even teased him about his casual attire, but he said he was just picking up an old friend. My anxious heart instantly relaxed a lot. J took me to eat Guilin's delicious food and admire the world-renowned scenery of Guilin. He was like a long-lost friend, or a male best friend. Although everything was so natural, I was still nervous when he slept next to me. He suddenly ran under me, spread my legs, and plunged in, licking me. Maybe it started when he ate my leftovers, or maybe it started when he kissed my genitals, but I was ignited by him and no longer felt so restrained. I rolled over and climbed on top of him, lowered my head, and took his penis into my mouth. It was so big that I couldn't fit it all in my mouth, and my juices kept flowing out. I felt like he was almost holding it up. When he thrust in, he filled me completely, and all I could think about was fucking me, fucking me, fucking me hard. I don't know how many times we did it that night, until dawn.
By day, J, a boy, took me to see the dazzling gold and silver pagodas, let me wander aimlessly across the covered bridge, and led me up the Longji Rice Terraces to see the myriad lights of the city twinkling like stars at night. At night, J was a vigorous man. There was almost no foreplay; on the balcony of our room in the terraces, we made love unrestrainedly. I sat on his lap, and he didn't care if anyone was around or if we could hear. He lifted my buttocks up and down forcefully, and the air in the entire valley became so ambiguous and lewd.
The trip was wonderful yet too short. When I got back, my husband asked how I felt. I said it was great, I really enjoyed it. My husband wasn't upset either; it's rare for me to find someone I like, and as long as I'm happy, he's happy too. J was to my liking, and we chatted for a long time. Often, we want to possess beautiful things again and again. Just when I thought we were going to lose contact, J came to Shanghai, the city I lived in, to study.
With great excitement, it was my turn to pick him up. From the airport to the room, I wished even a second was too long.
Before even closing the door, he couldn't wait to undress. Whether it was a long-awaited reunion or lingering desire, no one knew. J pushed me against the French windows, pressing me against the glass. I could feel his large penis, ready to spring into action. One hand slid down to my crotch, his palm already wet. The other hand pressed my shoulder down forcefully, guiding his penis as he thrust in. He seemed to have inexhaustible strength, gripping my waist and penetrating me deeper with each thrust. I stood on tiptoe, my buttocks arching higher, wave after wave, finally able to see the Bund's night view spread out before me. This view was even more enchanting.
Before each trip, I would tell my husband, worried he might be unhappy or have reservations. He always supported me, allowing me to do what I wanted without worry. So I spent more time with J. We walked along the West Lake's Bai Causeway, stopped to take pictures in the Lion Grove Garden, and strolled along the Pingjiang Road with its small bridges and flowing water. I joked that J was my exclusive model, the only one who could take such handsome and cool photos of him. No matter what ideas or things I wanted to do, J always agreed to them. I thought J was wholeheartedly devoted to me, but I was wrong. I accidentally discovered J's chat history with another girl. I was angry and sad, but I couldn't blame him. Even if we didn't sleep, we were still close friends. I forgot that it started as a game, and it's always been a game.
When I got home, I was still upset and inexplicably scolded my husband. Why did he let me go to find someone I liked? Why didn't he keep me by his side and prevent me from running around? He wasn't angry at all; he comforted me. If it weren't for his tolerance, I wouldn't have dared to be so willful. He let me go out happily, and he didn't blame me when I came back sad. I really couldn't be so magnanimous; I completely ignored his feelings.
It was my husband's magnanimity that made me start to reflect on myself. It was just a game; he wanted me to be happy, but I became addicted, giving him the feeling of being in love. Passionate meetings, disappointing separations, and the fear of loss made me forget why it started. I didn't stay true to myself and felt hurt. But what hurt me was greed and desire. I coveted what didn't belong to me, and because I couldn't have it, I felt empty after each encounter. It's not like a threesome where the husband is still by my side afterward, because I gained his approval and love, and holding him brings a sense of blissful satisfaction. I wanted my husband's tolerance and generosity while simultaneously craving the passion of a lover. We can strive to pursue what we love, any beautiful thing, without being bound by rules, but we cannot lose ourselves. Women are more emotional than men, finding it difficult to distinguish between love and sex, mistakenly believing that harmony in bed equates to true love; in reality, it's just that they understand women better.
The initial purpose of the game was to enhance the relationship between husband and wife, making the long years less tedious. It's not that lovers aren't fun, but playing with my husband is more meaningful, something no one else can replace, and the relationship is elevated through the game.
Only my husband truly understands and loves me, from the youthful impetuosity of childhood sweethearts to his fatherly love, accepting me without calculating gains or losses. You warmed me when I was down, encouraged me when I was wavering, and have always been by my side. You're there for me when I need you, spoiling me so much that you're the only one in my eyes. If love could be described, I would say all my sweet words only to you.
Thank you, my boy, for always watching over me and accompanying me as you have in the beginning.
Love may separate us by mountains and seas, but mountains and seas can be leveled.

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