I gently told myself: As her lover, I should be more discreet.

I'm a reserved but passionate ordinary woman in my forties, the same age as my husband. We're a loving couple, sharing everything. My husband dotes on me, even using unconventional methods to create a unique and elevated love experience that only we can feel. Initially, I strongly opposed it, then I accepted it, and now I enjoy it, immersed in our marital bliss.
My husband and I have very small social circles; we rarely interact with strangers, mainly limited to colleagues, relatives, friends, and neighbors, with whom we have excellent relationships. Among them, I get along very well with a male neighbor who is 10 years older than me, shares the same surname, and is my junior in terms of generational hierarchy. Therefore, he usually calls me "Little Aunt" and my husband "Son-in-law." When he has free time, he often visits my home, and I often visit his, playing cards and cooking my favorite dishes. When guests come over, we sometimes cook together, helping each other out, with me assisting him. We also get along very well, often talking for one or two hours at a time, finding ourselves unusually compatible. Even after dinner in the evenings, he would take a walk with my husband and me, sometimes at my husband's invitation. Especially now, with his wife and children in another city, only coming back once or twice a year, he seems quite lonely at night. Emotionally, I feel an urge to spend more time with him; it's even more necessary to spend more time with him, and I can't bear to see him so lonely. However, I feel that my husband and he don't have much to talk about. Actually, this is related to my husband's personality. My husband is a decisive man who rarely repeats himself, while he is the other type of man who likes to chat and talk incessantly, a very feminine man. This happens to be something we have in common, making up for some of the shortcomings my husband can't provide. When the three of us walk together, I unconsciously walk very close to the other two, leaving my husband behind. It becomes me walking with the other two, with my husband playing the role of an extra, superfluous supporting character. Perhaps the other two are too engrossed in their own world and don't consider my husband's feelings, or perhaps it's just another occasion, but I'm always very close to him. In other people's eyes, we look exactly like a married couple. Sometimes the neighbors would joke, "The three of you together, all tied together, isn't that great!" Guess what they'd say? "My husband and I are always together, all lovey-dovey. He should take a break, right? Let my wife spend an hour with me, just one hour a day." My husband would casually reply, "You're all old and frail, why are you saying this? Let her have her, she's still your aunt, what can you do about it?" Hearing this, I felt a warm glow inside, at least I knew my husband didn't mind my relationship with her. This went on for a long time, the three of us spending time together, until one night before bed, my husband called her by her name and said, "**You're so rambling and incessant, how am I supposed to talk to you? I can't even get a word in edgewise, while you and he are so compatible. I'll give you two some time. I'm going to the top of the park, you can walk with him and have a good talk, okay?" I was very sleepy then, and half-asleep, I mumbled back, "Are you stupid?" A little while later, I fell asleep. That night, I didn't think much of it, but the next night, I felt my husband was acting strangely. Every night before bed, my husband habitually holds my hand and strokes his penis while we sleep. I've gotten used to it, and it's become a tacit understanding that helps me sleep soundly. But tonight, nothing like that happened. My husband was barely speaking, almost ignoring me. I kept thinking, wondering if he'd discovered our secret. I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. I noticed he was also awake, pretending to be asleep. Knowing he wasn't paying attention, I got up and sat on the bed, pretending to massage and pound my stomach, patiently waiting for his reaction. A few minutes later, he was still pretending. In the quiet night, I had no better option than to continue the act. Just as I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard, "Stomach ache, is it?" I was startled; it was my husband asking with concern. I said, "No, it's just a little bloated, nothing serious, it'll be fine in a bit." My husband thought it was nothing and continued pretending to sleep. Actually, there really was something going on between us, but I thought my husband wouldn't find out. My husband dotes on me. There are significant differences between men and women in their sex life, and frankly, I've realized that my husband alone can't satisfy me. He's very open and proactive in encouraging me to enjoy the sexual pleasure from other men, and I enjoy it. He often encourages and supports me having lovers, and even introduces me to his colleagues and friends, asking me to describe the whole process and share it with him. However, he didn't expect that I had a relationship with a younger relative—it's all "mixed up." Actually, I think this younger relative is just someone with the same surname as me; we're not related by blood. It's not a mess, but a difference in our understanding of ethical boundaries. I understand my husband's feelings right now; he wants me to explain the whole situation clearly, and he'll forgive me. Therefore, I told him my true secret without any reservations. After listening, my husband hugged me tightly and said, "Actually, it's not about ethics or seniority. What we want to do is something that's currently unacceptable in Chinese tradition, something only a very small minority do. If we're going to do it, we need to be careful about what others think. We should do it discreetly in our private space, and enjoy it to the fullest. Your happiness is my happiness too. You don't have to tell me everything; you should have your privacy, and I won't interfere. In public, we need to be proper and generous, clear about our roles, and not lose ourselves in the moment." My husband was absolutely right, but I was so engrossed in our happy conversation that I hadn't paid attention to what others were thinking. My husband was so thoughtful; he was doing it all for everyone's benefit. My husband said to me very seriously and politely, "You can continue with him, just be careful and hygienic. If you don't mind, we can enjoy it together!" His words resonated in my heart. My husband's
meticulous care, thoughtfulness, understanding, and support fueled my passion even more. My husband and I were tightly bound together, never to be separated. Tonight belongs to us both, and tomorrow will be even better!

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