Summary of the Memoirs of a Promiscuous Wife

I originally planned to just disappear from this forum and never resurface, but I think I should explain things to everyone. I had intended to continue updating about my wife's lewd experiences, but since most of them feature her number one lover, Brother K, I've really lost the motivation to update. I won't be updating my wife's memoirs anymore. However, my wife has never lacked men, so her lewd sexual affairs will certainly continue.

A lot has happened recently, and perhaps my reaction this time has been difficult for my wife to accept.

The cause of all this is Brother K, her number one lover. Well, how should I put it? Back in the day, he was quite a figure in a small circle, his business was thriving, and he certainly made a lot of money. As

everyone knows, in today's fast-paced society, even being half a step behind can mean being mercilessly crushed by the wheels of history. Those of us who want to achieve something in this tide of development, which one of us doesn't rely on keen insight, a spirit of hard work and perseverance, and strength to overcome obstacles and ride the waves? Building a career is like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you fall

behind. All this is just a prelude, meant to illustrate that in today's rapidly developing world, we can only keep up with the times and race against the pace of social progress. If you can keep up, you're successful; if you fall behind, you'll be swept away by the waves. No one will want to help someone who's still resting on their past achievements, unwilling to transform or strive for improvement. You can't help such a person.

Friends who have read my previous blog posts know that my friend's number one lover, Brother K, used to run a club and had other traditional businesses—I won't go into details. In recent years, the pandemic has indeed severely impacted many industries. Brother K's club seems to have closed before the pandemic, and his other businesses gradually went out of business during it.

Many people, when faced with adversity, are unwilling to face themselves, to actively solve problems, but instead complain and blame others, even harboring resentment towards former close friends who are heartless and unwilling to lend a helping hand. I am one of those he resents. When my wife's brother-in-law and sister-in-law relayed those messages to me, I was utterly bewildered.

Damn it, my wife is your mistress, or rather, one of your mistresses. Am I your brother? How can you call this brother? From the very beginning, when I supported my wife's outings, I laid down three rules: everything would only be related to sex, no involvement of our families, and absolutely no business dealings. Wasn't it reasonable for me to refuse to help?

The real conflict erupted after the Spring Festival when my wife and I went back to her parents' house. Then, due to work commitments, things got rushed, and I asked my wife… well… to be honest… my wife gave all two million yuan she earned from prostitution to her father. But we also agreed that one million yuan would be given to her child from her previous marriage if they ever needed to buy a house. Then I gave my mother-in-law two million yuan as a filial offering, with the condition that this money not be lent to anyone, absolutely no one. My parents-in-law were quite touched by my actions and assured me they would never lend the money to anyone.

To be honest, I did that because I had a premonition that something bad might happen. I occasionally take the time to have in-depth conversations with my sister-in-law. She said that Brother K's business seemed to have been losing money for a long time and was on the verge of bankruptcy. Of course, my judgment was that he was just making a last-ditch effort; his businesses should have been transformed long ago, but he went his own way, completely unaware. If he didn't fail, who would?

For example, if a product is undergoing a rapid upgrade, and you didn't develop it yourself, but are just a distributor, shouldn't you plan ahead? Offer low prices to quickly recoup funds and then distribute the next generation of products. Instead of relying on past connections and shamelessly begging for favors, only to find that once the product upgrade is complete, even if you give it away for free, no one will want it. Don't you all agree?

Based on the information I heard from my sister-in-law, combined with my own judgment, I estimated that his business failure was only a matter of time. Unexpectedly, my sister-in-law told me something even more serious later. She said she heard from other girlfriends that K was heavily in debt and was borrowing money everywhere to save his business. If you've read my previous posts, you'll know that K is quite adept at dealing with women; he has many women around him, all of whom are devoted to him. My sister-in-law said that K had started going around borrowing money from these women to keep his business afloat—just like I said, a desperate struggle.

When my sister-in-law told me this, my wife and I had already returned from my in-laws' house, and the money issue had been resolved. My sister-in-law told me that K hadn't asked my wife for money yet, probably considering her as his last lifeline, because with me there, he might be able to borrow a large sum! My wife was with him from the beginning, and he gradually guided her into working as a masseuse at his club, becoming his money-making tool. Of course, I don't really have much of a grudge against K for my wife's past. Because K knows my wife so well, he knows exactly how much money she has hidden away.

And coincidentally, just before this, I took my wife back to my hometown and disposed of the money she earned from prostitution. So when K heard this, he assumed I was deliberately targeting him. Even more coincidentally, he heard that after my wife returned from her parents' home, she still went out to meet men for sex, but not him. Then he had his sister-in-law invite my wife to her house. When K appeared at his sister-in-law's house, he questioned my wife in an accusatory tone, asking what she meant. My wife was completely bewildered. My sister-in-law tried to smooth things over, saying, "K, I heard you went back to your parents' home and disposed of your hidden money. Maybe you've misunderstood something."

My wife replied, "I disposed of my own hidden money. How could that possibly cause you to misunderstand, K?" Then my sister-in-law said that Brother K's business was facing some difficulties, and she thought that since you still had some savings, you could lend it to him to help him out. Now that her brother-in-law brought you back and did this, all hope is lost. Brother K then asked my wife, "Before this, you really didn't know anything. Your husband didn't tell you his purpose in bringing you back to do this." My wife said, "He just wanted to provide for my parents' retirement! What else could it be? For my ex-husband's children, I have to do something for them."

Brother K then said very confidently, "Your husband did this specifically to me. He's too calculating. He knows you're kind and soft-hearted, and that no matter what, we still have some feelings for each other. If I asked you for help, you wouldn't feel comfortable refusing, so your husband included our relationship in his calculations." My wife said, "You can't say my husband was scheming against you; he even took out his own money!"

Then, my wife, who's both flirtatious and a bit silly, came home from my sister LL's house and actually asked me directly, "Honey, tell me the truth, when you came back to my parents' house with me and gave them that money, did you have some other motive?" I said, "Giving money to our parents for their retirement, isn't that just a matter of course? What motive could there be? It's so strange." My wife said, "Today at LL's house, I ran into Brother K. He said that what you did was specifically targeting him. His business is having problems, and he needs to borrow money to tide him over. Then Brother K also said that you were afraid I'd be soft-hearted, so you gave all my secret savings to our parents. Honey, is it really true what Brother K said? Was all of this part of your plan?"

I immediately flew into a rage. I said to my wife, "Do you believe him or me? Are you saying that if you really had money, you're really going to lend it to him? How can there be such a shameless man in the world? You've worked so hard for years, your cunt has been fucked thousands of times by those johns, and those cronies of 'Brother K,' those so-called bosses, all those tips they gave you, weren't they only given after they'd fucked you every time? You earned it all with your body, and what? You lend him the money? So you've just gotten it all for free? Is that something a human being would do? Besides, after we got married, didn't we agree on some rules before I let you go out and have fun? You don't trust your own husband, who's completely honest with you, but you trust a hypocrite who put you in a club to work as a prostitute and uses you as a money-making tool? I despise him, I'm targeting him, so what?!"

I was genuinely furious at the time, and I raised my voice, yelling and screaming, which terrified my wife. In over ten years of marriage, this was the first time I'd ever lost my temper at LL's house, and I'd even cracked my brother-in-law's head open. This was only the second time I'd ever lost my temper. My wife stood right in front of me, tears welling in her eyes, on the verge of sobbing. You know, a woman's tears are always a powerful weapon against men; she instantly shut up and became incredibly tender-hearted. I hadn't seen my slutty wife cry in years. I immediately tried to comfort her, apologizing first. "I'm sorry, honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's all K's fault for being so shameless and brazen. I shouldn't have yelled at my precious wife no matter what. Honey, I really know I was wrong."

My wife scoffed, "Hmph! I don't want to talk to you! I'm going to go find a man to vent my anger, the one with the biggest penis. I'll go find my old bank manager; his is the biggest." After saying that, my wife went straight into the bedroom and locked the door. She spent over an hour getting ready, and when she came out, she was a completely different person. Just moments before, she had been a pitiful, submissive wife; now she was a sexy, alluring, and seductive vixen.

An hour and a half after she left, she called me. I answered, "My dear wife, what can I do for you?" She replied, "Oh, honey...honey, be gentle! I'm calling my cuckold husband at home! That bastard, that scoundrel, that green-cheeked cuckold! We need someone to lick my pussy and clean up my semen. You have half an hour. If you get there in half an hour, I'll forgive you. He's at Blue Bay...I've sent you all the details." Getting my wife to calm down quickly was important! Without hesitation, I told her, "I'll be right there."

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