My Love Story with My Wife (Part 3)

I peeked through the gap in the folding curtain, and to my surprise—and perhaps to the reader's as well!—the room was empty. Old A's walnut-colored double bed was bare, save for a green military blanket casually spread out on it. The bathroom was directly opposite the window, the faint light filtering through the crack in the door. Seeing this, my earlier feelings of jealousy and excitement vanished instantly, replaced by a subconscious sense of disappointment. At the time, I didn't quite understand this disappointment, but after reading articles on the subject, I finally grasped its meaning. It was already late at night, and I had no more interest in uncovering their secrets. I went back to my dormitory to change my clothes and then returned home.
My wife wasn't there. Since I have a habit of sleeping naked, that night I quickly washed up, stripped naked, pulled back the blanket, and crawled inside. But this night was different from usual. The woolen threads of the blanket clung to my skin, making me feel a ticklish, tingling sensation, especially when I turned over or moved my limbs. This feeling intensified, stirring up a torrent of desire within me. Stimulated by the two of them, I tossed and turned, my mind racing with excitement.
Historical figures imprinted on my mind surfaced one after another like a movie, reenacting scene after scene of intoxicating allure. My thoughts first drifted to the harem of the Tang Dynasty, where I saw the nearly sixty-year-old Empress Wu Zetian embracing her two most favored male concubines like a nursing child. I saw the jeweled Empress Wei, naked from the waist down, riding on Wu Sansi, swaying her hips and humming a lascivious song of pleasure.
Leaving the Tang Dynasty harem, Zhu Wen, the traitorous general under Huang Chao and the first ruler of the Later Liang Dynasty, appeared. He displayed military genius in his campaigns, but after establishing his kingdom, he was quite immoral, even taking his daughter-in-law as his bedmate. Since their father had such tastes, his two sons, for the sake of their future thrones, willingly complied with his demands. The two fair-skinned, smooth-skinned daughters-in-law were willing to be the old man's bedchamber ladies. Fearing they would lose his favor, they each displayed their seductive arts. Haha, anyone with experience could easily imagine how they would playfully tease him, how they would speak softly to him, and how they would flirt with him.
Zhu Wen faded from view, and the image of Emperor Hailing of the Great Jin Dynasty appeared in my mind. He leaned against the minister's brocade couch, his robes open and his eyes glazed with drunkenness, and said to the minister, who stood with his head bowed, "Tonight, your beloved daughter should not come. Go and invite the noblewoman and the wife of your son!" The minister was astonished, but dared not refuse, and left, covering his face. A moment later, a middle-aged woman in her forties and a young woman in her twenties entered, heads bowed. They shouted "Long live the Emperor!" and knelt at his feet one after the other. He stumbled and hurried to close the door, not immediately telling the two women to stand up. Instead, he chuckled and approached them from behind. He lifted the middle-aged woman's skirt and, through her silk trousers, grabbed her crotch, causing her hips to tremble slightly. He then moved behind the young woman. Because she was kneeling, her pert buttocks stretched the light black thin dress without a single wrinkle, making her buttocks appear even rounder and fuller. His lust was aroused once more after countless encounters with women. He grasped the young woman's waist with both hands and slowly pulled down her trousers, revealing her slender waist, sliding over her buttocks, brushing against her two white and plump buttocks, and finally revealing her most intimate peach garden little by little. Whether from excitement or shame, the young woman's alluring buttocks trembled slightly as her trousers were pulled down. The moment Hailing's two large hands pressed against her plump buttocks, the young woman couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm." Hearing this moan, he rose and sat back down on the brocade couch. He ordered the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to undress in front of him. Overwhelmed by his lewd power, the two women blushed and removed their clothes piece by piece. Without his command, they dared not move, standing naked before him. The middle-aged woman, her face flushed with shame, covered her private parts with her hands, her head bowed, not daring to look at the emperor, who was younger than herself. The younger woman was slightly more natural, occasionally glancing at the emperor before her, but also not daring to make a move. He ordered the two women to raise their heads, his gaze sweeping from the mother-in-law's face to the daughter-in-law's, scrutinizing her body from top to bottom, then returning to the mother-in-law, examining her inch by inch. His gaze lingered on the two women for a full five minutes before he laughed loudly, embracing them both and falling onto the large brocade couch…
Thinking of all this, I was even more unable to sleep. So I got out of bed naked, took out a videotape from the paper package, and put it in the player. Soon, the name Jin Pingmei appeared on the screen. This is also a portrayal of the **** of "Jin Ping Mei," but this version of "Jin Ping Mei," in terms of both the actors' figures and the scale of their performances, surpasses previous films. When I saw the scene of Pan Jinlian and Chen Jingji having an affair in the storage room, I suddenly thought of my wife and Old A.
Ah! I was confused. My wife hadn't gone home, and her coat was still in my dormitory. This proved that she was still at my workplace. The guesthouse key was guarded by a designated person, and she couldn't possibly enter a colleague's dormitory; the most likely place was with Old A. Because Old A hadn't gone home, I could tell from the clothes on his hanger. Although there was no one in bed, could they be in the bathroom? The unit leaders' bathrooms were very large, with not only showers but also bathtubs; even three people could fit comfortably inside, and besides, the bathroom light was on! Thinking of this, I became even more excited, as if I had discovered a new continent.
Seeing the erotic and stimulating scene of Pan Jinlian and Chen Jingji, I felt a surge of heat building up inside me, growing larger and larger, and slowly descending. Unable to endure the torment of lust any longer, I went into my bathroom and stood beside the milky-white toilet bowl. I gripped my erect penis, closed my eyes slightly, and listened intently to Pan and Chen's seductive whispers and moans, my mind filled with fantasies of my wife and Old A making love. At that moment, it was as if a woman with her buttocks raised awaited me before me; I couldn't distinguish whether she was my wife or Pan Jinlian. It was as if a mountain peak stood tall before me, its summit waving and beckoning me. I gripped my penis tightly and thrust forward with all my might, chasing the woman's shadow towards the mountain. I pushed through the rocks at the foot of the mountain, parted the vines along the cliff edge, exhausted and breathless, yet still desperately pushing upwards. I climbed the low trees halfway up the mountain, circled the rustic plank road, and climbed the narrow stone steps, finally reaching the summit. The fleshy-colored flag disappeared; only a few white clouds drifted across the azure sky. Exhausted, I slumped down, collapsing directly from the summit to the valley below. After calming down, it was already two in the morning. I turned off the computer and lay back down...
When I woke up, it was nine in the morning. The house was clean, and I could hear the thumping sound of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen. As I went to wash up, I walked past my wife. She glanced at me, then looked away immediately. She said softly, "I was going to come back, but it was too late, so I slept in your dorm. Do you have any clothes that need washing?"
"No, I don't have any." As she said this, I looked at her face, trying to find some clues. "Strange, you went to bed early last night, but you woke up late today."
"Didn't you always have this problem?" As she spoke to me, her gaze still didn't meet mine, and she forced a smile. "Going to bed early and waking up late, or going to bed late and waking up early."
"What time did you get back? Did you run into anyone on your way back?"
"I got back before six, and I didn't run into anyone. Why are you asking?" At this moment, she met my gaze, a look of surprise on her face.
"Nothing, just asking." Through our conversation, I had grasped her thoughts and basically understood her relationship with Old A. I decided to have a long talk with her sometime and didn't press the matter further.
Because it was a day off, we didn't have breakfast until 10 a.m. After breakfast, we went into town together, and I helped my wife pick out a couple of new pajamas (underwear). One was a black, semi-transparent lace bra, sleeveless, low-cut, and backless, with a very short hem that only covered half of her buttocks. The other was a purple tulle slip dress. My wife immediately took a liking to both of them. Although they were quite expensive, seeing how much she liked them, I reluctantly bought them. My purpose in doing this was to prepare for our conversation. When we got home, it was already 4 p.m. My wife was still in high spirits and tried on both bras as soon as we got home. The two bras were indeed exquisite, making her even more sexy.
"Haha, my wife looks great, and with these bras, other men's eyes will definitely pop out of their sockets," I teased her deliberately.
"Hehe, even if others wanted to, they wouldn't have a chance!" my wife teased me as she knitted by the bed.
A light drizzle began to fall outside, darkening the room slightly and filling it with a faint dampness, which dampened my heart as well. I sat on the sofa, quietly watching my wife knit, stitch by stitch. Her head was bowed, and in the dim light, her forehead shone even brighter, and the tip of her small nose gleamed. Her nostrils twitched slightly with each breath, and her lips remained full and moist. Seeing her expression, I found myself involuntarily lost in thought. Ah! We've been married for so many years, and yet I still felt this way. What would other men do when they saw her? Many would probably be filled with lust and desire, wouldn't they? Thinking this, I became even more determined to probe her secrets. I continued our casual conversation.
"There's a joke, I don't know if you've heard it," I began.
"What joke?" She glanced up at me, then continued knitting. I knew she was waiting for my response.
"A female secretary accompanied a city leader on an inspection tour. The two sat together, and the city leader couldn't resist reaching out to touch the secretary's fair thigh. The secretary asked, 'Do you remember what's written on page 216, paragraph 7 of Deng Xiaoping Theory?' The city leader's face flushed red, and he quickly withdrew his hand. Back home, he couldn't wait to...page 216, paragraph 7. Guess what happened next?' I deliberately left you in suspense.
'What happened?' my wife asked curiously.
'The book says: "Be bolder, move faster.' This leader slapped his thigh and exclaimed: 'My God, how many opportunities will I miss if my theoretical understanding is too low!'
'Who is this? So bold! Hehe, daring to make up stories about leaders!' My wife laughed heartily.
'Although this is a joke, it reflects social reality. It's not just in officialdom; there are plenty of scandalous affairs among ordinary people too!' Hearing this, my wife didn't respond and continued knitting her sweater. Meanwhile, I continued to employ roundabout tactics, gradually approaching my goal."
“During this training camp, I heard someone say that a young man married a very beautiful local woman. But unexpectedly, on their wedding night, the bride told him that someone was looking for her and she had to go tonight. The young man knew that this person was the head of the local underworld, a notorious thug. He didn't dare to mess with him, so he had to let his bride go and spend the night with someone else.” I paused for a moment, then sighed, “Ah! The world is full of wonders! That young man probably had his mind filled with images of his wife and the thug, and he definitely didn't sleep a wink that night.”
“That's quite a story! Is it true?” my wife asked, puzzled.
“It's true. Their later child doesn't look like them, but they still live together.” After I finished speaking, my wife just said “Oh” and didn't say anything more.
“Things like this happen. Extramarital affairs and one-night stands are nothing compared to this.” I observed my wife's expression and noticed she was listening quietly. “I’ve always believed that men and women are relatively independent individuals, and no one is anyone’s appendage. Especially with extramarital affairs, there are social conditions and objective circumstances that allow them to occur. A beautiful woman, when lonely or needing something from someone, is easily drawn into another’s arms. What do you think?”
“I—I don’t know.” My wife seemed to understand my unspoken meaning, and her hand holding the bamboo skewer slowed down. But I remained unmoved; I wanted her to tell me who was behind her. To dispel her concerns, I continued to guide her indirectly. “
Actually, emotions and the body can be separated. Giving emotions to the one you love and your body to the one you use is a smart choice for a smart woman. Besides, extramarital affairs aren’t without their benefits; at the very least, they’re good for people’s physical and mental health and can help spice up married life. I’m open-minded about this. Like foreigners, having a spouse and a lover isn’t necessarily a bad thing. As far as I know, this phenomenon has spread from the south to the north.” As I prepared to move on to the most crucial point, my heart suddenly started pounding. I paused for a moment, then took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and keep my tone even.
"While I was gone for the past few months, did anyone come over often? Or rather, did anyone try to interfere in our family life?"
"No!" my wife said resolutely, but she was clearly flustered; a bamboo skewer pricked her finger.
My words hadn't worked; I was angry. I jumped up from the sofa. I paced around the room twice, then said coldly to her, "I've seen something between you and Old A that's not quite right. The day I came back, I saw you two exchanging glances. Do you think I'm stupid? Where did you sleep last night? Don't tell me you slept in my dorm." My wife froze, realizing I had been to my workplace the night before.
“And another thing, I just figured it out. Last week when I was on duty, Old A came back to work early in the morning. You know best, of all the houses around here, where else could he go besides ours? When I got back, you were sleeping like a log, and the toilet paper at the foot of the bed gave me away!” These heavy blows stunned my wife. She was both nervous and ashamed, her face flushed.
“Moreover, I have even more reliable evidence. But I don’t want to say it now. If you don’t admit it and give me a reasonable explanation, I’ll go find Old A. Even if he exposes it.” My pent-up barrage completely shattered my wife’s psychological defenses.
After a long silence, she whispered, “Honey, I’m sorry. I did have that thing with him.” After saying this, she quickly added, “But it wasn’t me who initiated it!” Seeing that she admitted it herself, my anger subsided considerably. I sat back on the sofa and continued to speak to her in a calm tone.
“Honesty is essential between husband and wife. You know me; I hate being lied to. I'm not asking you these questions to get back at you. You're a kind and innocent woman, unaware of how treacherous people can be. I'm speaking frankly with you today, asking these questions not out of curiosity, but mainly to help you make the best of a situation!” My sincere words made her nod repeatedly, basically dispelling her doubts.
“Honey, I got together with him for the sake of this family, for you! Please believe me.” My wife said this with emotion, her eyes even a little red.
“Actually, what I just said was from the bottom of my heart. I also bear some responsibility for what happened to you. After all, I was away from home for four months.”
My wife exclaimed in surprise, not expecting me to say such a thing, or for the conversation to end like this. "Honey, I don't understand what you mean."
I waved my hand magnanimously and said, "I don't object to you continuing your relationship with him, but there are three conditions. First, it must be kept secret. Second, it can't interfere with our normal life at home. Third, you must keep me informed of the situation promptly. I think you understand why I mentioned the third point."
"Honey, you're so good! I agree to everything." My wife felt two clear tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffed and murmured, "I'll cook dinner first, and we can talk after dinner, okay?" I nodded in agreement, and she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and went out...
When it was time for bed, she carefully cleaned her private parts. I knew she felt guilty and wanted to make up for it with her body. She changed into the black underwear she had just bought, and she climbed on top of me, using her tongue to explore every inch of my skin. In the dim light, she looked even more alluring. Her seductive movements not only aroused my desire but also reignited my urge to explore and be curious.
"How did he get you? What does he feel about you?" Hearing my question, my wife stopped above me, her two beautiful eyes quietly gazing at me. It turned out she understood my feelings and thoughts, and in the quiet, cozy space for just the two of us, she relaxed. She smiled slightly. "You really want to know? You're really not jealous?"
"I want to know, haha, I'm afraid of sour things, I don't like vinegar."
"Okay! I'll grant your wish." After saying that, she lay down next to me and began to recount her relationship with Old A…
(To be continued)

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