My Love Story with My Wife (Part 4)

When I arrived at this unit, his eyes lit up the first time he saw my wife. It's normal for men to get excited at the sight of an attractive woman; it's a common trait. So, I didn't think much of it at the time. As a newcomer to this unit, I also needed to socialize, and my wife and I gradually had more contact with him, and not just with him, but also with others. Not everyone in the unit approved of him. Those who approved said he was a good friend and loyal. Those who disapproved said he was cold-hearted, ruthless, and vindictive. In fact, human nature is multifaceted and contradictory. It's normal to treat different people differently. As a model hero once said: "Treat comrades with the warmth of spring, and enemies with the ruthlessness of autumn leaves." Through our interactions, my wife and I felt that Old A was a good friend, and since we had no conflict of interest with him, we could develop a friendship without becoming enemies. Because of this intention, my wife and I accepted some of his help as friends, such as his previously mentioned assistance with resolving relationships and settling down.
Two weeks after I went to training, my wife heard that Old A's family member had come to my workplace, and she wanted to get to know them and build a relationship. After dinner, she went to my workplace. But when she entered Old A's office, she found him alone, drunk and leaning against the headboard. It turned out that Old A's wife was there on business, had lunch with some colleagues, and had gone home afterward. When Old A saw my wife, he immediately perked up, poured her tea, and offered her a seat. Since they were all acquaintances, my wife started chatting with him. According to my wife, Old A said a lot, mainly that he would always treat me like a brother and my wife like a sister; his sincere declaration moved her. She also said she would always consider him her older brother. Later, he talked about how beautiful my wife was and how much he liked her, which made my wife feel uneasy. She wanted to call him and leave, but just as she was about to get up, Old A pounced on her and hugged her, his hand slipping inside her thin clothes and pressing against her breasts. The wife, filled with shame and anger, struggled to break free of his embrace and ran out. After this incident, Old A was genuinely nervous for several days. He was afraid his wife would report him and spread the news. However, his wife didn't report him and kept the matter quiet.
At 10:30 p.m., we turned off the lights, shed all our clothes, and snuggled close together. A few rays of moonlight streamed in through the window, casting soft, dappled shadows on the bed and our bodies. The quiet, warm atmosphere ignited the wife's desire to confide. She overcame all her reservations and shyness, opening her heart to me.
"Why didn't you report him? If you had, none of this would have happened," I asked her calmly.
"I was very angry at first, and I did think about reporting him," the wife said, letting out a soft sigh. “After I calmed down, I didn’t dare to make a fuss. Think about it, could I win a lawsuit? Leaving aside his current position and connections, even if a higher-up were willing to handle this, what evidence could I possibly have? Besides, he was drunk, and I was in his room. If I couldn’t bring him down, I’d only embarrass myself!”
“If it didn’t happen the first time, when did you two have sex?” I continued to ask my wife. Strangely, when I asked this question, I felt no urge; it was as if I were talking about someone else’s business.
“About two weeks after that incident, I had just finished dinner when he called, saying he was coming over to talk about what happened last time, apologize, and that since his husband wasn’t home, he wanted to see if we needed anything.” My wife’s emotions became more urgent at this point. “Honey, you have to believe me. I genuinely thought he was remorseful and sincerely wanted to apologize. I thought to myself, he’s been good to us, we can’t let this turn us against him and make him our enemy! You should know that offending him won’t do us any good.”
“Oh! I understand your thinking. You did the right thing.” As I said this, I casually touched her smooth buttocks. This was a form of affirmation and comfort for her. "You don't need to say it again, I can already imagine it. She must have said things like she was drunk, too impulsive, and would always treat you like a little sister, etc., and after rekindling your feelings, she..."
My wife blushed and softly murmured, "Mmm." After a moment of silence, she buried her head in my chest, her fingers gently stroking my lower abdomen. "He's so big, how could I be as strong as him!"
My wife told me these things, and I was moved. Her stroking of my lower abdomen brought me comfort, both physically and mentally. Since it had already happened, it would be forever imprinted in my mind, never to be erased. What was the point of dwelling on it? It would only add to my troubles. Thinking of this, I felt an urge to probe for details again. But I didn't want to ask directly, lest I embarrass my wife.
"As you said, he raped you. Why are you still with him? Men don't cherish things they get easily. I think he was just playing with you." Hearing me say this, my wife remained silent for a long time. I pressed her again before she finally looked up and rested her chin on my head.
"Do you really want to hear it? I'm afraid it will upset you." As she said this, she gazed quietly at my face. Although the light was dim, I could still feel her looking into my eyes, trying to gauge my reaction.
"If you don't mind, I'll tell you!"
"Go ahead, it's okay. Since we've already done it, what's there to be ashamed of?" I touched her face, making my stance clear through my gesture.
"I was indeed passive that time," she said, pausing slightly before continuing. "He's not like you think. He really likes me; I could feel it when we were together. He said I'm the epitome of womanhood, and after having sex with me, he didn't want to be with his wife anymore."
"Hmph! Anyone can lie to you like that! I don't believe it." I deliberately provoked her, and she fell for it.
"I think he's telling the truth. To be honest, while you were gone, he came every week, and one week he even came three times." As my wife said this, a shy yet coquettish air mingled with her words.
"He comes so often, and you still never refuse. Do you have feelings for him too?"
"Don't be angry. I feel great and comfortable when I'm with him. His is thick and long, and he has great stamina. He can make me orgasm twice in one go!" As she said this, my wife put one leg on my thigh, pressing her lower body tightly against mine.
"Really? Did he take some kind of drug?" To be honest, I was a little suspicious.
"No, he didn't take any drugs. If I'm on top, he won't ejaculate no matter what I do. I've tried it." As my wife said this, her hands started to wander, her fingers constantly stroking my nipples.
"Did you do it with a video? How many times?"
"Only once. That night, he performed the best. He was with me three times, and we didn't sleep much."
"Ah! That's amazing! Did you see the videotape under the bed?" I wanted to take the opportunity to ask about the origin of the paper package. Hearing this, she suddenly paused. She put on a sweet expression and rolled onto me.
"Honey, please stop talking, okay? Hmph, I want it." I reached out and touched her; her lower body was already wet. I felt a surge of desire too, and pulled her into my arms, beginning a symphony of intoxicating passion with our bodies.
(To be continued)

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/98961.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=98961&aspx=1

Previous Page : Original: How I Improved Our Sexual Life Through Virtual Threesomes with My Wife -- A Confession from a 33-Year-Old Single Man

Next Page : Original by my girlfriend's classmate

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

My Love Story with My Wife (Part 4)

comment Open a new window to view comments