My Sexual History Part 3

Sometimes the way classmates and friends address each other is a slip of the tongue. "Friend" and "classmate" are the same person, so
please bear with it. After all, it's been so many years since I've held a pen; this is typed on a phone. If I were really asked to write, I wouldn't be able to write some of these words. After getting up and getting dressed, my classmate and I walked to the shop together. On the way, I also bought some breakfast for my wife. My friend asked me how many times we did it last night. I said three times; I couldn't help it, I was afraid people would laugh at me, so I could only say I did it. In fact, I only touched her breasts. After arriving at the shop, we started our ordinary days. Every day, my wife and I rode rented bicycles to look for shops, and at night we slept at my classmate's shop. My classmate went out to find bathhouses and accommodations himself. I was quite grateful to my classmate. Every night after we came back, my classmate would have prepared the food at the shop. My classmate is a very good cook; he even studied to be a chef at a restaurant. Knowing that we love seafood, he would buy some seafood every day to cook for us. My hometown is more than 800 kilometers from the nearest city to the sea, so I rarely get to eat seafood unless I go to Harbin. After more than ten days, my classmate's friend, the one I ate with, found my wife a job selling clothes in Dahongmen. My classmate also said there weren't any suitable shops there. You two work first, and then we can transfer the shop when a better location comes along. I'll ask my wife, and she has no objections. Next, let's work on finding a place. We can't keep staying at my classmate's shop. We've been looking for several days, but we can't afford apartments, and we don't like basements. I'm increasingly experiencing the hardships of life in Beijing, especially seeing people walking around eating jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes). I feel the pace of life is too intense. I'm a lazy person and don't like this kind of life. Just when I was feeling very lost, my cousin called. He owns a Volkswagen auto parts store in Harbin and wants me to help manage it for a while. I said I'd let him know that night. When my wife came home from get off work that night, I told her. She said, "Then you should go back first. After all, he's a relative, and he won't let us manage it for free." My classmate also said, "Brother, you should go back first. I'll help your wife find a place. She can stay here for a while. I'll stay at the bathhouse." To be honest, I was young and hadn't considered living apart from my wife or inviting trouble. The next day, I took the train back home. After arriving, I started helping my brother with the parts. I called my wife every night to say hello and thank my classmate. My wife said there weren't any suitable apartments available. I also helped her find a place and told her not to worry, I'd go after I finished this. The parts store had been open for over a month and was on track. I told my brother I was going to Beijing to visit my cousin. He said if it didn't work out, I should come back. I said okay. My cousin bought me a train ticket and some Harbin red sausage for me to take to my classmate. After boarding the train, I didn't tell my wife, thinking of giving her a surprise. I barely slept that night. When I got off the train in the morning, I didn't even have breakfast. I took a taxi to my classmate's store. The door wasn't open yet. I knocked for a while. My classmate came out wearing shorts. He opened the door and was obviously surprised when he saw me. He said he drank too much last night and spent the night on the sofa in the store. His wife was still sleeping up there. He asked why I hadn't come back for dinner. He said it was too much trouble and he took a taxi back himself. Then my friend went out to buy breakfast. I went to the upper bunk. My wife woke up too. I hugged her and started kissing. It had been over a month since we'd done it. I was really pent up. My wife was wearing pajamas, and I couldn't tell she wasn't wearing underwear. I took off my pants and went in. The feeling of being apart for a while was so good. My wife seemed to be especially wet and slippery today. I lifted her legs and started thrusting and sucking on her feet. I'm a bit of a foot fetishist. Her feet were white and tender, which I especially loved. I kissed her while we were having sex, and my wife couldn't help but scream. We didn't care whether our classmate had come back or anyone had come to the shop; the door wasn't even locked. I ejaculated in about ten minutes. I felt particularly excited today. After I finished, my wife put on her pajamas and went downstairs to wash her face. I had been on the bus all night and lay down to sleep. I touched my wife's underwear under the pillow, and my hand was sticky. I was shocked and took it to my nose. The smell was familiar, but it was semen. I looked at it carefully again. I knew it was the underwear I had personally picked out for my wife's birthday. My wife hadn't worn any underwear when we were having sex, and I had wiped myself with a tissue from my backpack when I ejaculated inside. At that moment, my mind went blank. It took me several minutes to realize that this must be my classmate's. My classmate wouldn't take my wife's underwear to masturbate, would he? Even if he did, my wife would know and give her permission. Otherwise, how would the underwear end up on my wife's bed? I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart. There was pain and disappointment. My wife had lied to me. But strangely, I also felt a little excited. After being on the bus all night and just ejaculating, I got hard again, even harder than before.

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