If you love your wife, let her have an affair.

I have never regretted tolerating my wife's infidelity. The twelve years of her relationship with the other man were filled with many twists and turns, a journey filled with both joy and sorrow—a truly fascinating and exciting experience. Tolerating one's wife's infidelity comes at a high price (but it's also incredibly rewarding). If you tolerate her infidelity, you need to be magnanimous. Can you accept your wife lying in another man's arms, having her breasts touched, her genitals touched, letting him play with her? (The most basic scenario). What might follow is your wife being naked, pinned down, legs spread wide? (The real show is about to begin). If you imagine any further, you definitely won't be able to stand it. Why should a grown man like me put up with such humiliation? Are you crazy? If you don't have the magnanimity, I advise you to just fantasize, don't try it out. Otherwise, your marriage might be in trouble!
If you are magnanimous enough, and you often fantasize about your wife being with another man, the next step is to persuade your wife to agree. Your wife's wishes are very important. Don't think that allowing her to have an affair is a great act of kindness. Most women would rather be respectable wives after marriage than engage in extramarital affairs. So you need to communicate with her patiently. If your relationship with your husband is not good, I advise you to give up. She will definitely think you have ulterior motives and want to frame her. If you treat her well usually, and your relationship is good, and you make it clear that your purpose in making the fantasy come true is to add spice to your bedroom, you will love her even more after it's over. Maybe she will be moved by you and blush with shyness and agree? (Look at her shy appearance; she is most beautiful at that moment).
If she suddenly changes her mind and agrees, you will have to risk losing her. What if the fake affair becomes real and your wife runs away? (Unless she is very ugly and no one wants her). If you lack confidence and are afraid that she will fall in love with someone else and leave home, then I also advise you to give up! (Couples must have a great understanding, exchanging bodies but not hearts, exchanging feelings but not emotions. Otherwise, don't play this game. The more mature the couple's minds and the better their relationship, the higher the success rate.)
What are the benefits of a wife having an affair? The biggest benefit is that it brings great surprise and joy to a dull married life. The more open you and your spouse are, the greater the pleasure you'll experience. Traditionally, a wife's body is reserved for her husband's exclusive enjoyment. While marital sex is inherently stimulating, it inevitably becomes less exciting over time. How can you rekindle the passion of your honeymoon? My experience is that using another man to seduce your wife is the most effective method (if you don't want your marriage to become dull, this method is worth a try).
With external stimulation, your wife will become more beautiful and sexy, giving you a refreshing change (a haggard housewife transforms into a beautiful young woman; she starts to care about her appearance and often dresses up beautifully to attract the attention of other men). A wife becoming more beautiful definitely helps improve a gradually stagnant sex life—this is the most basic benefit.
If you have a taste for the extreme, you'll naturally prefer your sexual partner to be as promiscuous as possible. It's strange how most men would rather spend a fortune on affairs than invest much time and effort in their wives. Let me tell you the truth: when wives get wanton, they're far more interesting than other women (especially after being "trained" by different men).
Okay, what if your wife suddenly agrees to let you cheat on her? The thought of sharing her body with another man will initially create a mix of emotions—surprise, jealousy, and then a surge of excitement. But the real fun is yet to come! (From then on, your wife must be absolutely honest with you. No matter what happens, even the most obscene things, she can't hide anything from you, and you must stand by her and love her unconditionally. That's what makes the game fun.)
Before your wife goes on a date with another man, you and your husband can discuss many things together, like what kind of clothes she should wear? Sexy? Or conservative? Should she wear perfume? Should she let the other man kiss her? Touch her? Or even go further? Should you use a condom? Every time my wife goes on a date with another man, it's a thrilling and exciting experience. (I remember once my wife wore a very sexy dress to a date, and I suggested she not wear underwear to surprise her boyfriend. My wife felt embarrassed, but she still took my advice. Unexpectedly, her boyfriend noticed she wasn't wearing underwear as soon as they entered the hotel elevator. He was so happy that he immediately lifted her skirt and molested her on the spot. My wife said she was also very excited and immediately got wet.)
During the few hours your wife is on a date (usually at night), you're bound to have all sorts of wild thoughts, and the more lewd those thoughts, the more exciting they become (and you often can't help but masturbate when you get to the exciting parts). My most exciting experience was when my wife went to a primary school reunion and hadn't come home until very late. Just as I was getting worried, the phone rang. My wife quietly told me on the phone that the reunion had just ended and a male classmate from Guangzhou (we live in Shenzhen) had invited her to a pub, so she would be home a little late. I said it was no problem, go have fun, and if necessary, I'd give her the whole night off and she could come home tomorrow. My wife chuckled on the other end of the phone, a very ambiguous laugh. She said she'd see how things went, and if it was past 2 a.m., it was possible that the male classmate had taken her to a hotel. If I really let her come home the next day, maybe...? At this point, she giggled again.
That night was long. I didn't sleep a wink, masturbating and ejaculating several times while lost in thought. This was the first time my wife had spent the night in a hotel with another man. Afterwards, she told me she also didn't sleep a wink, being naked and repeatedly taken advantage of by that male classmate, without even a chance to wear underwear. Of course, my wife was incredibly satisfied.
Okay, the previous part about your feelings before and during your wife's date with another man has already given you a lot of enjoyment. Next is what happens after the date when your wife comes home. Usually, when she sees her husband waiting in the living room, she'll shyly lower her head, looking at you with an expression like a child who's stolen candy—it's incredibly cute! At this moment, don't forget to give her a warm hug, kiss her cheek, and tell her she's the most beautiful she's ever been on a date. Although she might roll her eyes at you at first, her expression will definitely be very lewd, smug, and ambiguous.
Next, don't rush to ask her about the experience of being with that man. If you two have a good understanding, she'll naturally tell you everything, including when was the best time? Of course, it's about lying in bed embracing each other, flirting until your wife gets aroused. Then, if you press her for the most obscene and vulgar things, she'll tell you the truth: from entering the hotel, embracing, kissing, touching breasts, sucking nipples, touching her clitoris, taking off her clothes, licking her lips, spreading her legs to reveal her secret triangle, my penis penetrating her clitoris—listening to your wife's lewd description of how she was being fucked is one of life's greatest pleasures.
I usually don't want my wife to have affairs with the same person all the time, because people are emotional beings, and I'm afraid she'll fall in love with that person. Fortunately, so far, my wife has controlled her emotions very well. Another reason is that always having sex with the same person—isn't it the same as having sex with her husband? Changing partners keeps things fresh. Different people have different sex styles, and penises look different too—some are big, some are small, some are long, some are short.
My wife knows I like to sleep with different people so I have fresh things to talk about, so she's very cooperative. Usually, every few months, the male lead changes. But there are exceptions. If a guy is too good in bed, she can't bear to change him. The longest relationship lasts a year or two, and the shortest lasts a week (my wife says some men are really no good, they're like quick-draw knights).
According to my wife, she prefers men with large penises. The larger the penis, the more satisfied she feels inside. It makes sense, as women who have given birth naturally tend to have more space inside. My wife is quite knowledgeable about the size and length of a man's penis. She says that while foreplay is important, the final climax depends on the penetration of the penis. She believes a large penis allows for sufficient friction against the labia, bringing a woman to ecstasy. As for length, she has her own opinion. She says that too long or too short is not good; it should match the depth of the woman's vagina. She says that during her final climax, she hooks her legs around the man's waist and sways her hips to meet his movements. At this time, she hopes the man's penis will penetrate deeply, occasionally reaching her cervix.
Durability and endurance are also issues. When this is mentioned, my wife is a little embarrassed. She says that if we're going to do it, we shouldn't do it at all, or if we are, we should make it enjoyable. My wife has very high standards for enjoyment. She hates the "skyrocket" (a high-energy, high-intensity performance) and prefers the "machine gun" (a continuous, intense, high-intensity performance). Unfortunately, nowadays, there are more "skyrockets" than "machine guns." Luckily, we have tools to make up for this, otherwise, it would be really difficult to meet my wife's requirements.
Speaking of respectable women, there's a little anecdote I didn't want to mention, lest someone misunderstand and think I forced her into prostitution. Of course not. My wife is a working professional with a respectable job (she's a junior manager with a decent salary). And I'm fine too; my extramarital affairs weren't for money (my wife insists on not accepting money or gifts, maintaining only a purely sexual relationship). Nor was it out of boredom. In fact, letting my wife have an affair greatly improved our married life and significantly enhanced our intimacy—that's the real purpose. All that rambling boils down to one thing: my wife is only a loan, not a purchase.
What is this anecdote? After so many years of marriage, my wife knows my flaws very well: I only drink milk, not raise cows; I only secretly spend money on prostitutes but don't have girlfriends. (Don't think that letting your wife have an affair means she'll allow you to have affairs; you're sorely mistaken. Women are women, after all; she's not that magnanimous, though she's very jealous.) Prostitutes? I wouldn't dare buy things randomly outside (hygiene issues, too many STDs). I've always attended a membership club (the members are mainly married women and working women; there's a basic screening process for female members. We agree on the terms over the phone and meet at a hotel, each time costing XXXX yuan).
After attending for a while, I became a regular and even good friends with the host (a woman). Once, I jokingly told her I wanted to introduce my wife to a female member. It was just a joke (how could that be? My wife would become a prostitute!), but the host professionally encouraged me. I said I didn't need the money, and she said she knew we just liked to have fun. She said many female members weren't entirely in it for the money, but for satisfying their physical needs (I already knew this). While she was encouraging me, one thing she said touched my heart: she said she would introduce my wife to some players, guaranteeing she'd have a blast.
I remember when I brought this up with my wife in bed, she slapped me several times, making my face turn red (she said she wasn't a prostitute). But she softened and immediately hugged me, kissing and apologizing. Of course, I successfully persuaded her again. I excitedly told the host, and the very next night, she arranged the first client for my wife. When the time came, my wife was still hesitant about whether to go, but the host kept urging her on the phone, saying that the client had arrived and we should hurry up. So I simply accompanied my wife in a taxi to the designated hotel and watched her step into the hotel before I left with peace of mind.
Just like when my wife went on dates, I would sit in the living room, daydreaming and waiting for her to come back. Usually, these kinds of sex transactions are limited to two hours each time, but my wife was gone for more than three hours before she got home. The first thing she said when she walked in was, "Hmph! I ran into a low-class man." But judging from her lustful face and wanton appearance, things must have gone well. My wife said that she thought that when they got to the hotel room, they would exchange pleasantries and get to know each other. She also thought that the male members of the club would be more polite and refined, but it was not what she imagined. The man looked like a typical factory worker, with dark skin and a burly body, like an African buffalo. When he saw my wife, he didn't greet her but pulled her into his arms. One hand immediately reached into her bra and caressed her full breasts, rubbing her nipples alternately.
His wife, seeing his lack of skill, pretended to be cold and aloof, trying to avoid arousing his desire. But as time passed, her cheeks gradually grew hot, her body temperature rose, and her breathing became more and more rapid. Her nipples, repeatedly rubbed by the client, swelled up uncontrollably. What embarrassed her most was that her white cotton panties were soaked with a large amount of semen, making it look like she had lost control of her bladder!
Finally, the client pushed her onto the bed, stripping off her outer clothes, bra, and panties one by one. In an instant, her fair and tender flesh, full breasts, thick pubic hair, and plump lips were all exposed without any cover. Then, the client quickly undressed himself.
When the customer took off his loose boxer shorts, my wife inadvertently looked up and saw between his strong, thick legs a gigantic penis that was erect at a 180-degree angle with an enormous brown head, as big as a large banana. My wife was immediately horrified and almost fainted. She was very ashamed when she told this story because she was so frightened that she quickly got out of bed and tried to escape. "But he was so strong. He dragged me back and pinned me down. I couldn't push him away at all. He didn't care whether I wanted to or not, and he raped me."
The client raped my wife for over half an hour before ejaculating. She quickly ran to the bathroom to wash up, but the client followed her in to watch. My wife was incredibly beautiful and charming; everyone who saw her said she looked Japanese. I was initially attracted to her by her youthful and sexy aura. Even after becoming a mother, aside from her waistline being slightly thicker than when she was a prostitute, her beautiful face, full, fair breasts, slightly upturned buttocks, prominent vulva, and thick pubic hair still made her a woman who could easily arouse a man's lust.
Watching her, the client's penis hardened again, and he couldn't resist rushing into the bathroom to have sex with her again.
After the last incident, the host started constantly contacting my wife and arranging clients, but to his disappointment, she always declined, citing work commitments. Confused, the host asked me for the reason. I explained that my wife was afraid of police raids and felt unsafe (at that time, there was a nationwide crackdown on prostitution). "Then come to my house, will you feel safe?" the host repeatedly emphasized on the phone that her house was the safest place.
This female host is very quick-witted. She was originally a female clerk, but she was swindled out of a lot of money. To pay off her debts, she first went into prostitution (I was having an affair with her at that time), and then she simply started her own club. Over the years, she made some money, not only paying off her debts but also buying a house. When talking about her marriage, she was very "resentful". After giving birth to a son, her husband "ran away" and disappeared. Later, because she had been in this line of work, she saw too many men and didn't want to get married anymore. However, I overheard a female member saying that she had a live-in boyfriend who looked like a scoundrel. He was a freeloader, not only lewd but also perverted. This female member also said that the female host was just as cheap as that scoundrel and often asked new female members to have sex with him.
Because the female host repeatedly invited me to her house (the phone call was very mysterious, telling me to go first and my wife could go later), I hadn't seen her for years and only contacted her by phone, so I was curious to see what she looked like. I wish I hadn't seen her, because I was disappointed. Her figure and face were completely different; she had become fat and ugly, but she was adorned with jewels and dressed lavishly. I was also disappointed by her house, which doubled as a living room and office. The marble floor was covered with cigarette butts and the walls were dirty. However, the house was quite large, about 100 square meters. Just as I was feeling disappointed, the female host led me further inside, and suddenly my eyes lit up. It was a completely different world inside. In addition to a fully equipped bar, there was a luxurious suite. The walls and ceiling were covered with mirrors from top to bottom. Stepping into the room felt like entering a maze. Whether standing or lying down, all you could see were your own reflections. The interior facilities were comparable to those of a high-end hotel.
After showing me the luxurious suite, she led me to the bar and mysteriously pushed open one of the liquor cabinets adjacent to the next suite. Behind it, a narrow, dark room appeared, furnished with several chairs. A large mirror on the wall revealed a view into the next suite. The female host explained that this was a place specifically for watching female members have sex. They couldn't see in from inside, but they could see and hear everything clearly. She said that none of the female members knew this secret, but she was making an exception for me today. As if she had read my mind, she suddenly whispered in my ear, "Want to watch your wife being played with? It's very exciting?" She seemed to see right through me. "If you agree, I'll arrange it immediately." I was itching with desire, but extremely embarrassed, and my face instantly turned red.
She revealed that the last client was very satisfied with my wife and gave her 8,000 yuan afterwards. "Your wife is in good demand. People generally like respectable women, especially those who are new to the business. They're pure and have plenty of moisture. It's just that she's too shy. Also, she doesn't know how to provide massage services, so you need to train her properly." The female host's professional insights came out again.
Before leaving, I ran into two thug-like men at the elevator entrance (one middle-aged, one young), one thin and one strong. They were chewing betel nuts and smoking cigarettes, swaying and looking like hooligans. I was about to go downstairs in the elevator when they came out. I glanced at them, and they glared back at me. I thought to myself, could that middle-aged man be the female host's live-in partner? How low-class.
This was the first time I felt guilty towards my wife. When I got home, I didn't tell her the truth (about the secret of the suite). I only praised the host's luxurious suite, saying it was beautiful. I assured her, "It's not bad there, no need to worry about a surprise inspection." With my assurance, my wife felt reassured and accepted the host's second invitation. The location, of course, was the host's house, and the time was Friday night. The host told me to arrive an hour early, "I guarantee it'll be very exciting!" she emphasized. Hearing this, my little brother involuntarily got hard.
When I arrived at the host's house, I suddenly noticed three men in the bar area. The host immediately pulled me aside and said, "You don't mind if they watch together, do you? Northeasterners tend to like watching something a little perverted, so today we've specially arranged for two men to 'please' your wife." I was stunned. Before I could figure out what was going on, she disappeared in a flash, leaving me feeling anxious and conflicted. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and squeeze into the narrow, dark room with the Northeasterners, finding a chair to sit down.
As the time drew near, everyone held their breath. Suddenly, the lights in the next suite came on, and my wife, led by the female host, entered the room. "Please have a seat, the guests will be here shortly," the host said, leaving my wife alone. My wife stood up, looking around in the mirror, touching it with a curious expression. She was wearing a white dress, and I could vaguely see her sexy purple panties and bra. Her makeup was light; it was clear she was a guest actress
playing the role of a housewife. Just as my wife was admiring her reflection, two men, one thin and one burly, rushed in through the door.

I immediately recognized them; they seemed familiar. Upon closer inspection, I realized, "Hey? Aren't they the two thugs I bumped into at the elevator the other day? What are they doing here?" I thought, "This is bad." After all, my wife is a simple housewife; she'd be terrified if she encountered these two thugs. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but worry about her safety.
As expected, when my wife saw two strange men in the room, she screamed "Aiya!" and ran out. The two men had anticipated this move and, with perfect coordination, surrounded her. One grabbed her tightly from behind, while the other lifted her skirt in front, deliberately exposing her underwear. "Ugh! Ugh! Let go! Let go! No! No!" My wife seemed to realize they were intentionally humiliating her, and she began to struggle and scream.
Originally, I had lured her here out of selfishness, wanting to witness firsthand how wanton my wife would be when being played with by others. But now, seeing her so humiliated and on the verge of tears, while I was crammed into a room with three perverted men from Northeast China, secretly watching with glee, a feeling of tenderness for my wife welled up inside me. I suddenly had an impulse to smash the glass separating us and stop them from continuing to humiliate my wife. But then I calmed down and realized there were two thugs inside; I couldn't handle them alone. As the saying goes, "A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle," so I decided to watch and think of a solution.
Just as I was racking my brains for a solution, the thug in front of me started trying to take off my wife's underwear again. She twisted and turned, but the underwear was still pulled down. Immediately, shame filled her face. Even with her pants off, she tried to keep her dark vulva closed with her legs. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" Suddenly, a series of crisp slapping sounds came from inside. "Open your legs!" "Huh? You're not moving?" The thug got angry when his wife didn't move. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" "Slap! Slap! Slap!" "Slap! Slap!" He frantically slapped his hands on my wife's snow-white buttocks, and instantly, red handprints appeared on her tender skin. My wife couldn't bear such rough treatment; she cried out in pain several times, then burst into loud sobs, "Wah! Wah! Wah!"
Seeing this, I could no longer contain my excitement, so I got up and left the darkroom to confront that person. I frantically searched her apartment, looking everywhere, but as time ticked by, there was no sign of her. Just as I was about to knock on each door, the female host suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Seeing my angry expression, she dragged me into a room before I could speak, then mysteriously locked the door. "
Come on, sit down and watch together," she said, pointing to a surveillance camera on the table. "Huh?" It turned out the female host was hiding here spying on the suite. The image of my wife with two thugs in the suite was clearly displayed on the screen. I had only left the darkroom a few minutes ago, but the situation in the suite had changed drastically. Sometime during the night, the two thugs had tied my wife's hands behind her back, stripped her top off, and left her completely naked, legs spread wide, exposing her vulva as she stood facing the mirror. Her two full, white breasts were prominently displayed under the light. "Hehe!" the female host said with a lewd grin. "Women, you know, if you want them to be obedient, you have to train them properly. Just watch patiently, it won't be long before your wife gives up and lets them play with her." The host's
words, "It won't be long before your wife gives up and lets them play with her," made me temporarily suppress my anger. Did those two thugs have some special skills, or some special method to subdue my wife?
Although my wife has been having affairs for years, they've always been one-on-one, and all willingly. I've mentioned threesomes to her before, and she always blushes immediately, rolls her eyes at me, and warns me not to push my luck. I've brought it up with her several more times, but she simply refuses. When I ask her why, she says she doesn't want me to see her in such an embarrassing state. She says she'll just tell me the details and not make things difficult for her. In fact, she's very generous in sharing the details of each date with me. She answers every question I ask, even the most obscene ones. She might hesitate for a moment, but if I press her further, she'll eventually tell me the truth. My wife is truly adorable, and that's why I've always loved her.
I used to never help with housework, but ever since my wife had an affair, I've done everything, greatly reducing her time for housework and giving her time to dress herself up beautifully. No wonder her friends say she's become more and more sexy and beautiful after marriage. Women really are like flowers, needing men to constantly care for and cherish them. After my wife found out about her affair, I treated her even better, and she was very understanding. For example, when she first started having the affair, when I asked her how the other man was with her, she was always shy and reserved, only hinting at it. Gradually, she realized that I was treating her better and better, that I was genuinely good to her, and that I didn't care how the other man was with her. So she started to open up to me and be completely open with me. How can I put it?
Listening to my wife talk about how her cheating husbands sleep with her was initially incredibly exciting, several times more so than when I did it myself. But after a while, if the stories were all the same, I'd get tired of it. My wife knew my feelings and, after trusting me, she started to talk about more explicit things. For example, once her boyfriend got carried away and flicked her nipples with a rubber band. At first, she only felt pain, but after a few flicks, her nipples felt tingly and numb. That day was her first experience with mild SM stimulation. Another time, her boyfriend came into a hotel and told her to take off her clothes and lie flat in the bathroom, then sprayed a stream of hot urine directly onto her nipples. My wife said that this kind of experience was also very exciting. When my wife first told me these stories, I was also very excited, but I quickly got tired of them.
I really did push my luck, just like my wife said, and often came up with all sorts of crazy ideas. My wife was quite cooperative and tried her best to satisfy me, but there were some things she was initially unwilling to do, such as a threesome. Excessive SM, of course, goes without saying. Actually, what I wanted most was to see my wife being played with by other men in front of me. I guess I watched too many Japanese porn films; I even hoped she would be subjected to SM, but only if it didn't harm her body. Now, seeing her naked and tied up between two thugs, I was actually a little worried. I worried that if she resisted, those two thugs would continue to torment her. I told the fat woman about my concerns.
"Oh! I didn't know you, who are usually so womanizing, were so good to your wife," the fat woman said, whether she was gloating or deliberately mocking me. She seemed to be used to this kind of thing, and I guessed many female members were unknowingly subjected to SM and rape, and then shown it to their friends.
Thankfully, my wife isn't a virgin who's never seen a man before, nor is she completely unfamiliar with the thrill of BDSM. She was just a little flustered facing two strangers for the first time. Compared to Japanese porn, the BDSM these two thugs did to my wife was nothing; the level of abuse was relatively mild. They spanked her, made her kneel and take turns sucking their penises, while they took turns rubbing her full breasts and touching her clitoris. My wife often says that if that moment could bring her pleasure, she would be willing to fully cooperate even if it was someone who raped her. Unfortunately, they didn't truly subdue my wife or make her genuinely wanton. I watched the first half for a long time and was really disappointed.
Actually, my wife's sensitive areas are quite simple, in order of preference: lips, nipples, and clitoris. My wife likes to be kissed, especially when someone puts their mouth in her mouth and sucks her tongue deeply. Even if she doesn't like someone, if you can force a kiss on her for a few minutes, she's yours. Touching other parts of her body without kissing her is much less effective. However, her nipples are still very sensitive; with patient rubbing, they can make her moan continuously.
In the latter part of the rape, my wife was still lying on the bed with her hands tied. The two thugs didn't attack her at the same time; the younger one didn't flirt but went straight to her. My wife neither moaned nor showed any lewd expression. It was over quickly. The older thug, however, with his naked body covered in dragon and phoenix tattoos, left a deep impression. He didn't flirt either and went straight to her. I thought he probably wouldn't make my wife moan much, but unexpectedly, as soon as his penis entered my wife's vagina, I heard her scream, repeatedly saying "No, no," followed by moaning. The louder my wife's screams seemed to arouse the older thug's lust, and his penis thrust faster and harder. My wife's eyes were tightly closed, and her face... My face flushed, and my head kept swaying from side to side. Seeing my wife finally become aroused, I became more and more excited. Just as I was intently watching the screen, the female host suddenly bent down and took off her underwear, revealing her fat, large, and hairy little sister. She plopped down next to me. At first, I ignored her, but later, she told me that the old scoundrel was her live-in partner who liked to play with new female members. His little brother was filled with steel balls. Those who had never given birth would experience excruciating pain, while those who had given birth would experience unbearable pleasure. After she explained, I understood why my wife was experiencing such ecstasy with the old scoundrel. Since her live-in partner was playing with my wife, I couldn't help but take off my pants and stand in front of the screen to rape the fat woman.
Before, after a date, the first thing my wife would do when she got home was take another shower. Today, she seemed very tired. She just said "hello" to me, threw her purse down in the room, and without even taking off her dress, lay down and fell fast asleep. My wife was sleeping so soundly that she didn't even open her eyes when I helped her change into her pajamas. When I took off her dress, I was shocked to find that the bottom of her underwear was wet. When I took off her panties, her labia were covered in a sticky liquid. I brought my nose close and smelled it, and a fishy smell hit my head. Good heavens, this was clearly the smell of those two thugs' semen. Sigh! Although my wife had 100 hundred-yuan bills in her purse, looking at her swollen and red vulva, I still felt like I had really lost out this time.
I thought my wife would say something the next day, but she didn't. Several days passed, and still nothing. I felt guilty and had a guilty conscience, so I didn't dare to ask too much. Everyone went to work and came home as usual, as if nothing had happened. After a month or two, I couldn't help but call the fat woman to complain one day, "Don't worry! It'll be fine in a while!" The fat woman replied nonchalantly, "Next week, I'll invite you and your wife to dinner. You should appease her first." I thought to myself, "No way. My wife has been set up by her. She's too busy being angry with her to go to her dinner party..."

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