My wife's first private date with Y

My meeting with single man Z went relatively smoothly overall. Many people encounter bumps along the way in their relationships, and we were no exception. What I'm writing down is simply a way to reminisce; what I can't write down, I choose to forget. There were many arguments, frictions, and unpleasant moments, but I was able to handle them. Two people who deeply love each other can always manage all sorts of trivial frictions. Looking back now, perhaps these were just tests on our relationship's journey. No matter how extreme the situation was, how bad it was, whether it was sadness, doubt, disappointment, or loneliness, it only showed our immaturity. The road ahead is long, and our married life will continue sweetly, for one simple goal: that our actions won't hurt anyone. Fortunately, I have an increasingly mature heart, loving and forgiving, loving and remembering.
Now, let's talk about single man Y, or rather, Little Y. I met him in a blog. I posted many dating ads, and he was one of the many who replied. Actually, after asking about his specific situation, I didn't have high hopes for him. Small penis, short stature, and even his appearance was quite ordinary. He would message me all the time, and I gave him my wife's contact information, hoping she would politely decline. But by some twist of fate, it led to a year-long relationship between them. I'm not good at saying no.
Y was an unemployed 23-year-old who liked playing games, surfing the internet, fighting, and had been to juvenile detention. He had traveled to Tibet alone, worked part-time while traveling due to lack of money, and impulsively met someone he met online in Fujian. In short, to me, his experiences were like a negative example used to educate children online, and I didn't think highly of him. But in just one day, he won my wife's heart. Later, my wife told me that it was probably his sunny and confident personality, and his unique experiences, that deeply attracted her. Everyone has a hidden side, and those things we haven't experienced often have a magical quality. Later, I came to agree with this statement. I once met a well-off couple. The older brother told me that if I gave his wife 2,000 yuan, she would immediately become like a slut. I was surprised and asked why. He told me that although she appeared aloof and beautiful in public, a virtuous wife and loving mother, deep down she longed to be a glamorous nightclub girl—that was what excited her.
My wife was the same. Perhaps Y's experiences and youthful appearance captivated her. Y had plenty of time to chat with my wife. Besides work, my wife spent most of her time chatting with Y. Those twenty-odd days were the hardest for me. To be honest, I felt a bit broken and even doubted my marriage. My wife and Y interacted like a couple every day, video chatting and sending photos. Besides sweet words, they talked about everything, even everyday matters. My wife would confide in him about her work frustrations. Every day when I got home, I would prepare dinner and wait for my wife to come home, but she would be glued to her phone chatting from the moment she walked in the door until the next morning. I felt helpless. My wife would occasionally act coquettishly towards me, and if she saw I was unhappy, she'd take the initiative to have sex, thus burying the hatchet. Finally, we discussed meeting in person. My wife asked for my opinion, and I rolled my eyes at her, my tone harsh, and said, "You decide for yourself who your boyfriend is." That night, my wife had insomnia, but I slept soundly. The next morning, my wife said to me, "I deleted Y, he's gone. Don't even think about making friends again."
We didn't speak for the next two days. I was also very confused, feeling like everything was out of my control, and I felt nothing but disappointment. Two days later, I secretly checked my wife's phone and discovered they hadn't stopped chatting. That night, I had a serious talk with my wife. As you all know, I support what my wife likes, but she was definitely lost in this relationship, at least with Y. This is what my wife told me later. She felt like she was in love, and somewhat forgot my feelings. Although she knew in her heart it was just a game, she couldn't stop, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Her curiosity and selfishness led her heart towards Y, and her confusion manifested in other ways as well. This is what happened later.
After talking, my wife cried, and I softened. Of course, we resolved everything with sex. My wife and Y agreed to meet on Friday night. My wife prepared everything for the single man. She bought ultra-thin condoms, five pairs of stockings, two new sets of lingerie in a Japanese and Korean style, high heels, and a skirt. I advocated a sexy look, but my wife said she had to dress more innocently for their meeting, not wanting Y to think she was old. I asked my wife, "What about the condoms? Why did you prepare them too?" My wife said, "Y is so young and shy, don't make things difficult for him." I was furious and helpless. My wife then said, "Y is shy. How about the next day if the three of us are together? The first night, just the two of us will meet alone. Are you willing?" My wife asked very carefully, knowing how much I cherished her, so I agreed.
Those few days were filled with happiness for my wife and bitterness for me. Finally, Friday arrived. At 9 a.m., my wife sent me a WeChat message with the train ticket for the single man, arriving at 10:30 p.m. I was distracted all day. When I got home that evening, my wife was restless; her expectant eyes and conflicted expression are still unforgettable. Sitting on the sofa watching TV, she stared at her phone. Looking at the time, 9:20, I said, "Let's pack. Go change your clothes." My wife nodded and said, "I really have to go. You can't be sad, and you can't regret it." I said, "Go ahead. Keep WeChat on. Just make sure you're safe. I won't change my promise." My wife packed two sets of underwear, one to wear and one to take with her, five pairs of stockings, a pair of high heels, and a new lipstick. The single man sent a message with the room number and hotel name. My wife said, "Honey, is this really necessary? I'm scared." I knew my wife was worried about me, so I said, "I'll take you." The hotel wasn't far, only a 10-minute walk. My wife seemed very nervous, constantly glancing at me. As we exited the elevator, she grabbed my hand, saying she was scared. I told her it was okay, and gave her a hug, assuring her I'd always be there for her. I knew she was waiting for me to say that too. I knocked on the door of the single man's room. He was surprised, expecting only my wife; he hadn't anticipated my presence. My wife didn't dare look up, following me in. I sat on the edge of the bed, and the single man offered me a cigarette. My wife leaned against me. The room was dimly lit. I stroked my wife's hair and told the single man, "I've brought him. Treat him well," before turning to leave.
Just as I reached the elevator, my wife rushed out, hugging me from behind, her arms around my waist. I said, "Honey, go ahead, I love you," and kissed her. The elevator arrived, and I said I had to go; it wasn't right to stay in the hotel like this. I stepped inside and the doors closed. The 10-minute walk home felt incredibly long, and looking at the hotel, my heart ached.
When I got home, my wife texted, "Are you there?" I said I was, and asked, "Have you started?" She said he was taking a shower. Bored and listless, I lit a cigarette to drown my sorrows, but felt none of the excitement my online friends had described; instead, I felt somewhat humiliated. While soaking my feet, I texted my wife, "Did it start?" She replied, "It was over quickly the first time." I answered, "Oh." She then asked, "Are you particularly sad right now?" I said, "No, as long as you're happy." I spent the night sleepless. At 2 AM, my wife texted me, saying she couldn't sleep, but I didn't reply. The next morning, I texted her again, but she didn't reply. At noon, she said they were having lunch and she had fallen asleep. I replied, "Oh." She asked, "Have you eaten?" I said no, I'd go later. She said, "I'll bring you food," but I said, "No need, we have food at home." Unexpectedly, a short while later, my wife opened the door, saw how haggard I looked, and said, "Honey, I'm sorry." I asked, "Are you happy? Is he alright?" She nodded. My wife pulled down my pants, took my penis in her mouth, and said, "Honey, I love you." I wanted to refuse, but my body's instincts led me to penetrate her. Her labia were slightly red, but very warm and wet. She said, "I brought his scent back with me." I sniffed her; there was no odor, only the smell of condoms. I gave her oral sex for a while, then immediately entered her from behind, thrusting vigorously until I ejaculated onto her anus. My wife said she was worried about me and came back to check on me. After showering and getting ready, she said, "Let's all be together this afternoon, the three of us." I said I didn't want to. She asked why, and I said no. She said okay, packed her things, and left.
I had some things to take care of in the afternoon, so I went to the company for a while. My wife said, "Let's have dinner together as a family tonight." I said I was busy and couldn't, you guys eat. My wife said, "You're angry. I can tell." I said, "If I'm angry, will you come back?" She said, "Yes." I said, "Then you need to be home by 10 o'clock." She said, "Honey, I promised Y I'd spend tonight with him, give them both another night, okay?" I said, "We'll talk when you get back." My wife came back around 9:30, without bringing anything. I knew what she meant. She cried, saying I was a liar, that all her promises of enjoying herself were lies, and that she would never trust me again. My heart softened. I couldn't do anything to make her cry again. After comforting my wife, I asked, "Do you still want me to take you?" My wife said yes. So, my wife spent the next night with Y again. She came back the next morning, hugged me as soon as she entered the door, and said, "Honey, you're not going to leave me, are you?" I said, "Don't overthink it. Take a shower and rest. I'm going to work." My wife lied to me. She took Y to the train station, but lied and said Y left by himself. I checked my wife's things; she only had one of her five pairs of stockings left, and she'd used thirteen condoms. I was shocked. Later, my wife said Y's knees and thumbs were chafed, and he'd been sleeping for three days.
That was the end of that incident. My wife still hadn't broken off contact with Y. Because of this, I had a knot in my heart that I couldn't untie, so my wife and I were in a cold war for the next month. She cried many times. I explained to her, asking if she had developed feelings for Y. She said no, if she did, it was just a crush. I said I wasn't arguing with her about whether it was a one-night stand or not; I supported whatever she liked and that made her happy. But if I couldn't control myself, and she couldn't control herself, dating could ruin our relationship. Later, my wife admitted she was lost, lost like she was in love.
Actually, I'm a contradiction; I love my wife deeply and passionately, yet I can't stand her being lost. Fortunately, I reflected on it. If I had had the mindset I have now, this one-night stand would have been perfect. Women are emotional; once a point is crossed, they become hopelessly infatuated. My wife is an independent and strong-willed woman, and I like to make her the center of my world. She wouldn't tell me she liked Y, nor would she admit to any wrongdoing. A princess is never wrong, only sometimes lost. If a loving husband constantly nitpicks at what she did wrong, she'll be heartbroken. This experience has been very beneficial; I've realized our immaturity and know how to walk steadily forward in the future.

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