He left and returned, now a deeply ill patient (Part 2)

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto her smooth skin, creating a shimmering glow. My fingers, like those of a martial artist with masterful, nimble movements, gently traced every inch of her skin. In the quiet night, we rested in each other's arms. I looked into her eyes in the darkness: Why didn't you pursue me two years ago? I was left to toil away under the dim light of a Buddhist lamp, oblivious to the world's pleasures. She blinked, puzzled, and asked, "Did I know you two years ago?" She suddenly realized, "Yes, there was such a thing two years ago, but your classmate didn't say who it was. Besides, after he mentioned it, nothing more came of it." She glared at me, "Since your classmate mentioned me two years ago, what were you doing?" I said, "My classmate didn't say who it was when he mentioned it. I had recently divorced and hadn't moved on. I didn't want to invest energy in another relationship." She stared at me blankly, without a trace of doubt in my words.
Desire is a raging beast buried deep within the hearts of single men and women. Having just met and fallen in love, once we crossed the final barrier, desire was like a flood bursting its banks, like a wild beast unleashed with nowhere to go. We made love endlessly, tirelessly, day and night. When a woman truly loves you, she lowers herself. Not to the dust, but to between my legs. I looked down at her, kneeling below, her lips and teeth kissing and biting my testicles, her tongue slowly winding up the base of my penis, finally taking my glans into her mouth, sucking and releasing, sometimes almost submerging my entire penis, then slowly spitting it out, tormenting me like this, an electric shock of pleasure. At the moment of ejaculation, I was her supreme king. I reached out and lifted her chin, wiping the semen from the corner of her lips into her mouth with my fingers, gesturing for her to swallow it. She seemed reluctant. Watching her obediently swallow the semen, I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly, and whispered in her ear, word by word: Darling, let us be each other's slaves, slaves for life.
After the passion faded, life eventually returned to normal. My relationship with her gradually became known to some colleagues, and those who were close to me offered their sincere blessings. Only the blessings from Ding, the colleague who had initially brought me to the production department, made me uneasy. His affection for his wife was extraordinary; when communicating with her on the phone, he was incredibly obsequious and fawning—it still disgusts me to this day. A married man sometimes calling his wife after get off work to ask if she needed him to pick her up—what else could this sleazy colleague Ding be but someone with ulterior motives? Before we were together, I didn't think much of Ding's behavior, but now that she's mine, I'm particularly disgusted by his past actions. Once, I even stupidly told him, "When you win the heart of your beauty, treat me to a couple of drinks!" It was incredibly embarrassing. After learning about our relationship, Ding seemed to realize his mistake and toned down his behavior and words. Before my wife and I officially became a couple, I had some doubts about the relationship between my colleague Ding and my wife. Even after we became a couple, these doubts persisted. Just two weeks before our wedding, I couldn't help but ask my wife: "What's your relationship with your colleague Ding?" My wife probably expected this question: "Why didn't you ask before? Now that we're getting married! Do you believe me if I say there's nothing between us? We live next door to each other, and we go to and from get off work on the same route. Sometimes I even call him to give me a ride. Let me tell you clearly, it's not the kind of relationship you're imagining." I said that regardless of whether it was true or not, I would accept it. The past is the past; let's cherish the present and live the rest of our lives well. After hearing this, my wife's eyes filled with tears, and she looked angry: "You still don't believe me! All my sincerity has been wasted on you!" She then buried her face in her knees and cried bitterly. I was at a loss for words and quickly comforted her: "I was just bothered by how affectionate your colleague Ding was towards you. Okay, okay, it was my fault. I can assure you now that your husband in two weeks and I completely believe you."
After getting married, I had a deep conversation with my wife. Her first marriage ended in endless suspicion and distrust due to her ex-husband's distrust. Where there are people, there is gossip, especially where there are women, and my wife is a beautiful woman. Over time, some idle talk evolved into rumors. Her ex-husband left her because of these rumors.
A year after our marriage, we welcomed our child. Fortunately, neither of us had children from our previous marriages, so we could love our child wholeheartedly. In the following years, we revolved around our child. Household chores increased, and the passion for sex gradually faded. Even with the help of porn, our occasional intimacy was rushed. Although life with a child is a bit busier and harder, we enjoy it. Occasional unpleasantness quickly disappears because of our child. Sometimes I think that a mundane and boring life is the norm, but when temptation comes, someone breaks this norm.

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