My Story with My Wife, Part 15

For the next few days, Xiao C kept in touch with his wife. They frequently exchanged text messages, some sweet and some flirtatious. When my wife and I were home, we left our phones lying around, but I never looked through hers, and she had no reason to look through mine. Sometimes, my wife would show me the text messages Xiao C sent expressing his longing for her, and then ask me worriedly, "Do you think we're ruining this kid?"
I said, "Don't worry about that. It's normal for him to be so passionate. But you need to guide him properly and not let him get too deeply involved, otherwise you'll really hurt him."
When they were on the phone, if I happened to be home, my wife would sometimes say to him, "Your brother's home, why don't you talk to him for a bit?"
On the phone, Xiao C would still have a cheerful tone, saying, "Hey bro, you didn't bully my sister, did you?"
I said, "How could I? Do you think your sister's easy to deal with? It's good enough that she didn't bully me."
Then I would hear him chuckle foolishly on the other end of the line. Occasionally, my wife would misbehave. In front of me, she'd wink and say on the phone, "Your brother's not home, tell me quickly, have you missed me?"
Then she'd make kissing sounds into the phone. I bet C was going crazy with excitement on the other end.
A few months passed, and C's winter break was approaching. One day, my wife came home from work and said, "Honey, C texted me saying he's transferring here and wants to see me alone, but he doesn't want you to know. What should I do? Should I refuse him?"
I told her, "It's okay, it's up to you. If you miss him, stay overnight, but don't go to a hotel, it's not safe. Let's go home. I'm going to my parents' house, which will be good for spending time with our daughter. You can tell C I'm on a business trip."
My wife immediately jumped up and down, hugging my neck excitedly. Then, feigning seriousness, she said, "You old geezer, look how much you spoil me!"
I retorted, "Of course! You're my only wife, who else would I spoil?"
C arrived in our city that morning, on a weekend. Since his wife had told him beforehand that he wasn't home, he called her from the train around 5 a.m. I lay drowsily beside her, listening to their intimate conversation on the phone. I reached out and touched her private parts; they were already overflowing with desire. I crawled between her legs, parted them, and caressed her with my tongue. She was excited but had to speak in a normal tone, her legs alternately hooking around mine. After a while, I moved behind her, supporting my erect penis, and gently entered her from behind, slowly thrusting in and out, careful not to rush so C wouldn't hear her panting. She put the phone to her ear and buried it under her head, her hand gripping my arm tightly. Perhaps due to the excitement, I soon ejaculated.
C's train arrived at 7 a.m., and his wife promised to pick him up. I drove her to the station, bought her a platform ticket, and explained some safety details. (Actually, there's not much to explain. My wife has an IUD, and with a sunny guy like C, there's no need to worry about health issues. They didn't use a condom the first time.) I helped my wife plan everything: after picking C up, they'd have a simple breakfast at a small restaurant, then go grocery shopping and head home. If C hadn't rested well on the way, he could sleep at home, then they'd cook together and enjoy a nice day together. He'd stay at my house that night, and I'd put him on the train home the next morning.
Watching my wife walk into the station, glancing back several times, I turned and went back to my parents' house. My daughter was still furious when she saw me. Usually, she lives with her grandparents, partly because she's used to living with them since childhood, and partly because it's close to her school. So, she can only come back to my wife and me on weekends. But this weekend, I didn't let her come home, which made her very angry. I said to my daughter, "Sweetie, don't be angry. Mommy has something to do, Daddy will stay with you. Where do you want to go today? I'll do whatever you want."
My daughter's anger turned to joy, and she started making specific requests. Actually, children's requests are very simple; they're nothing more than KFC, McDonald's, and maybe a trip to the amusement park to play those games that seem to never get old.
Sitting on a park bench, I sipped my drink and watched my daughter laughing happily on the carousel. I started thinking about the two most important women in my life. My daughter, with me by her side, was very happy at this moment; my wife, with my arrangements, was equally happy at this moment. Children have their way of playing, and adults have theirs. In a way, aren't all loving couples, in each other's eyes, just like children?
I'm not saying this to imply that we're using Xiao C as a tool. From the beginning until now, my wife and I have treated Xiao C with great respect. Of course, this respect is based on mutual respect. The reason we withheld part of the truth from Little C was not out of deception, but entirely out of goodwill. He might not yet understand or accept this unconventional approach. I think that perhaps one day in the future, after ensuring he fully understands these things, we will tell him the truth.

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