A Fish's Dream (Part 4)

Regarding our sexual explorations, my husband and I have never kept any secrets. My husband would recount to me the wonderful women he shared his lovemaking, and I would tell him about the indescribable feelings of being pinned down by a strong man. After years of marriage, the secret to our mutual affection lies in this openness. Even when we have arguments over trivial matters, we would never use sex to punish or retaliate against each other. For me, what argument could possibly compare to his aggressive tearing of my clothes, his forceful penetration of my tender garden, and his relentless conquest? At such times, no matter how wronged I feel, I have no choice but to submit. He also knows that many times, I don't want to argue about right and wrong; I just need his gentle coaxing and his deep, open love. After the satisfying moment, he'll often become like a bookworm, rambling on and on about the argument. If I'm still stubborn and unconvinced, then another storm will break out, only this time the roles are reversed, but ultimately all the arguments will fade away. Perhaps he'll have me completely under his thumb for the rest of my life. And he, I suppose, feels the same way. It's precisely because of this that my husband supports me in enjoying the pleasures I crave, provided it's safe to do so.

Just like this afternoon, my husband, who had secretly come to my office, once again dragged me to a secluded stairwell. My half-hearted, half-resisting behavior had long lost its power over him, and I was happy to enjoy this thrill, akin to an affair. I willingly leaned against the stair railing, and he expertly disarmed me. The cool air from the air conditioner instantly enveloped my exposed skin, further highlighting the heat between my legs. The familiar hardness, the familiar touch, the familiar environment—it still made me secrete that shameful fluid more quickly. Penetration, thrusting, our breathing quickened. I bit my lip and moaned softly. Then his sweet voice came through, "If you like that boy so much, why don't you try developing a relationship with him?" Lost in the wave of pleasure, I jolted at his words, letting out a short "Ah," my lower body involuntarily tightening, causing him to hiss and gasp. Ah, what a cunning man! Bringing up that boy at this crucial moment. Even though I was confident I could keep him from getting too carried away and neglecting his career, as a subordinate, as a colleague, there were too many variables. How could I easily develop a romantic affair with him? Normally, I would have discussed these thoughts with my husband, but at this moment, only "Ah, oh... okay..." could escape my lips.

Late at night, after writing this, I closed my eyes and pondered, my mind echoing with what to do, what to do, and, "It's okay to try..."

A contradictory fish.

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