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Wasted Years (Part 3) 

Women are inherently selfish towards their husbands. I'm no exception. Even though my cousin and I are very close, it's still the same. It seems unreasonable for me to want my cousin to share some of my husband's passion. Actually, it's my husband's fault. The more he doesn't want to be close to other women, the more I fantasize about him having sex with other women. On the first trip my husband and I took together, although it was the first time he took my cousin and me, I accompanied him and his friends and associates to many places. People in society say that real estate people are rich, but that's just hearsay. I've seen it all firsthand, and gradually I've become used to it. It's human nature to have sex with men. Maybe they have a lot of demands and pressure, so they really do act a bit "perverted" when they go out to play, or as they say, it's compensation. They're always surrounded by women of different styles, sometimes two aren't enough, of course, some are for other purposes, that's another story. On the beach, in the woods, in hotels and villas, on the decks and cabins of cruise ships. In the evenings and late at night, penises of all sizes, breasts swaying, moaned incessantly on the dimly lit bed, in every imaginable place. Only my husband silently held my hand, wandering along the riverbank, the beach, the depths of the woods. He devoted all his attention and affection to me. Many times, I silently thanked my husband. I once told my cousin something. One of his female employees, a college graduate, had worked for him for seven years and never married. In terms of character, looks, and figure, she was no less than me; even I was very close to her, to the point of sharing everything. On Valentine's Day or birthdays, we would exchange underwear, bras, and the like. I knew she liked my husband very much, so he was always a topic of conversation between us, including his private matters. Sometimes her pure and elegant personality and thoughtfulness touched me deeply. So, I confidently told her that I should find an opportunity to fulfill my wish with my husband. She nodded silently in the end, but her expression seemed unsure. I told her I'd create some opportunities for her, and she smiled and nodded. Later, I often spoke highly of her to my husband, and he agreed. One day, I invited her to my home, and we stayed until late; everyone else in the family had gone on a trip. When my husband came home, he greeted her warmly, and I felt things were looking up. I let her sleep in the guest room while I spoke sweetly and smilingly to my husband, letting him talk to her in the living room while I went to sleep. But a little while later, my husband came back to the room and said, "She's too good. I can't give her a future, so the better she is, the less I can do anything to betray her, otherwise I'll feel uneasy for the rest of my life." I went to her room, and when she saw me, she hugged me tightly, crying. Speechless. I didn't sleep a wink that night and left the next day. After a while, she quit her job and went home. Later, I said to my husband, "You promised me you'd try it out, but you don't like the bad ones, and you can't live with the good ones. Will you still go on these adventures?" No wonder some of your friends asked me if I was impotent, and I even scolded them; you might as well say my child went out and came back from the wild, saying my husband is impotent. From then on, my husband never crossed his psychological red line. My cousin knew about this, and last time we went on a trip, I wanted my husband to sleep with her, even though I wasn't sure myself. My cousin just touched me and fell asleep, and that's why. Actually, my husband is good, but I've always had this worry in my heart. The reason is that our child is getting older, and one time my husband went away to work for a while, and I drove to visit a classmate. I met my first love, and in a daze, I slept with him for one night, doing everything we were supposed to do. All night long. Although I felt uncomfortable afterward, trying other men made me realize there were different feelings. Even though I didn't fall in love with him, there was a sense of novelty. A long time later, one day I couldn't hold back anymore and confessed to my husband in tears. He hugged me tightly and didn't blame me. Only then did I feel at ease. Later, I secretly told my cousin too. Years passed, and my cousin also found a farmer and had a child. Her husband is very fat. My cousin always tells me about her, saying things like, "It's too short," or "It doesn't last long." I know she still has feelings for her cousin-in-law. After she started working, she became a supervisor at a one-star hotel and eventually rose to manager. She learned excellent massage techniques there. When we had free time, my cousin and I would often go out for a meal or a short trip with my husband, but we never had the chance to have sex. More often than not, my husband and I would go to her hotel for massages. She would have a man massage me while my husband sat beside her and my cousin massaged me. My husband would get excited when he saw me enjoying the massage, especially when the masseur touched my sensitive spots. My cousin would see this and touch his penis through his pants, and he didn't seem to mind. After that, I often asked my husband to come with me for massages, and naturally, my cousin would often massage him too. As time went on, my cousin would always use her hands to stimulate my husband's penis through his pants, and he would look on with obvious enjoyment. Later, whenever we met with my cousin, my husband would always hug her for a while before saying goodbye. I knew my husband had improved. It was just a matter of finding the right opportunity and time for him to have sex with my cousin. That year, my cousin's husband went to work in France. From then on, my cousin had to take her child with her wherever she went, and she had far fewer opportunities to go out. Being women, with their husbands away, their desires were burning. I selfishly thought, "Why let good things go to waste?" This would create an opportunity for my husband to have my cousin as his girlfriend. I always hoped that one day I could watch my husband's penis slowly enter my cousin's body, thrusting in and out of her vagina, watching him bring her to orgasm, his long, large penis trembling as he ejaculated into her body. However, my cousin's visits gradually decreased, even my husband sometimes teased her, and when I called her, we would only exchange a few words before stopping. My womanly instincts kicked in; my cousin has a boyfriend. They say women change a lot at eighteen, so I'm not nostalgic. It's just a pity my husband didn't take my beautiful cousin to bed and experience her charm.

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