My Beloved Wife's Love History (Part 1)

I won't describe my wife's appearance in detail; everyone who has seen her praises her highly. From our first meeting, I felt as if all other women were the most beautiful. When we first got married, we were full of passion and inseparable, truly enjoying the sweetness of marriage. However, passion that lasts too long is no longer passion. When intimacy is gradually replaced by the mundane realities of daily life, and the feelings between the sexes become as numb as holding your own left hand with your right, where will the marital relationship go? Perhaps only the couple themselves can answer that.
By chance, we moved to our current city. My workplace is relatively remote and leisurely. Everyone usually gets together to play cards and chat. At that time, my wife was unemployed and spent her time chatting and playing cards instead of reading.
In my third year at the new workplace, I was recommended to study in a place 500 miles away for four months. I took this training very seriously and devoted most of my energy to it. I only went home once during the training. On the afternoon of the day I graduated, I took the company car to pick me up and headed back. The driver and I knew each other well, so we chatted about all sorts of things. He suddenly mentioned my wife, saying she was a good person, warm and cheerful, and could hold her liquor quite well. Seeing his animated expression, my heart skipped a beat, and I became alert.
"She can't hold her liquor! Who told you that?" I teased deliberately, but my ears were ready to catch every word he uttered. Because when I was at work, I had never taken my wife with me for drinks.
"It's been about three weeks! Old A organized a dinner for a few of us, and my wife went too." The driver stopped there, seemingly realizing he'd said too much, and changed the subject. But his words were already imprinted in my mind.
When I got home, my wife wasn't there, and the house was a little messy. I put down my luggage and started tidying the bed and the things on the cabinets. I opened the wooden cabinet under the bed, intending to put some infrequently used items inside. But as I rummaged through the items, a newspaper package caught my attention. Opening the package, I found three books and two videotapes inside. The books were printed with erotic pictures of women, while some videotapes featured nude images, others depicting men and women kissing. After reading the book descriptions and the videotape labels, I realized these were no ordinary books, nor were they ordinary videotapes.
Although I had read some erotic novels and watched some videos, I never brought them home. Who gave her these things? Why? These two huge questions brought back a memory of a phone call.
One evening, about two months after my wife and I separated, around nine o'clock, I received a call from her on my way back to my dormitory. I was very excited. I spoke to her about things that only husbands and wives talk about. After about five or six minutes, I vaguely sensed that her breathing was uneven. I teased her, "Your voice sounds off, are you missing me?" But she gave a low hum and hurriedly hung up. Although I was disappointed at the time, I didn't think much of it. But now, seeing all this, and recalling what the driver had said, I began to doubt whether my wife was…
Who was that person? I mentally went through all my colleagues one by one. Two people came into my view: Old A and Little K.
Old A was the deputy leader of my unit. Although he was a deputy, he was in charge of most of the unit. He was a head taller than me, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted. When my wife and I first met him, we were both surprised by his fierce appearance. However, he didn't show any sign of rejection towards me, a newcomer, and helped me a lot in settling in and smoothing over relationships with superiors and subordinates. My wife and I respected him from the bottom of our hearts and regarded him as an elder brother.
Little K was both her fellow townsman and my colleague. He was very handsome, not only eloquent but also a very good singer. He also helped a lot when we settled in. My wife also had a good impression of him.
In the early 20th century, after being influenced by market concepts and the baptism of Western thought, people's minds were much more open. Many people engage in extramarital affairs due to unbearable loneliness and temptation, especially in certain regions and among certain groups, creating a situation of rampant extramarital affairs. Having been confined within the "walled city" of marriage for so long, had my wife also secretly slipped out to get some fresh air? Thinking of this, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside me.
I had just finished tidying up when my wife returned. Because I hadn't told her I was graduating, she was both surprised and excited to see me. Although she scolded me for not telling her I was coming back, her face was always filled with joy, making me doubt my earlier thoughts. These books and tapes alone couldn't be enough to draw conclusions; even if I showed her these things, she would find an explanation. Besides, we hadn't been intimate for two months. Her firm breasts and full buttocks had already aroused my inner desires. I wanted to experience the feeling of "absence makes the heart grow fonder," to once again appreciate her vibrant body on that long-missed bed, so I couldn't disrupt the warm atmosphere. Questions about the books and videotapes were swallowed back down my throat.
"I didn't tell you because I wanted to surprise you! We haven't seen each other for months, so you'd better treat me well tonight!" She understood my unspoken meaning and glanced at me with a smile. "Dream on!"
"Haha, if you want to dream, you have to do it well!" Before I finished speaking, I suddenly hugged her and kissed her hard on the lips.
"Stop fooling around, I'll go prepare dinner!" She gently pushed me away, tied on her apron, and went into the kitchen. A little while later, the sound of chopping vegetables and her soft humming came from the kitchen.
"Ring ring," the phone next to me rang. I picked up the phone, and Old A's voice came through. "Brother, I knew you were coming back today. I'm free tonight, so I'll get some food and drinks and bring them over to your place for a little celebration. Consider it a welcome-back dinner! How about it, are you happy?" It's like a pillow being delivered to my door when I'm sleepy. I was just about to observe him, and he delivered himself right to my door.
"Haha, it's our honor that the leaders have graced my humble abode!"
"Don't try to fool me, kid. I'm going with Xiao K, see you in a bit." After talking to him, I went into the kitchen and told my wife that Lao A and Xiao K were coming over for dinner.
"You agreed to come?" My wife stared at me blankly, her smile fading.
"They're bringing food and drinks, so you can have an easier time. Let's have some fun together tonight!" Seeing my words, my wife remained silent for a long time before softly saying three words, "Come on over!"
Lao A and Xiao K arrived and helped set the table and chairs. After the food and drinks were served, the four of them sat down, and the drama began. I first toasted Lao A and Xiao K in turn, thanking them for their help in settling me in. Then I encouraged my wife to urge them to drink more. I wanted them to drink more, including my own wife; once they drank a certain amount, they would be less reserved and might notice something amiss.
In the past, when guests came to our house, my wife would be very proactive. This time, however, she was unusual; she sat there quietly, sparing with words. I told her twice, but she didn't move. Old A initiated a toast with her, and she only took a token sip. Little K's eyes darted around, scanning the three faces.
"Haha, sister-in-law, you're not in a good mood today! Are you not welcoming us, afraid I'll spoil your fun?" His teasing made his wife chuckle. She glanced at Old A, then at me, her face instantly turning red, making the others burst into laughter.
"You're so picky, sister-in-law will drink with you," his wife said, downing her drink in one gulp. A joke that lightened the mood. Then they started chatting.
Little K was a real joke machine. Fueled by the alcohol, he told a joke. He said: A male waiter mistakenly entered the women's section and was surprised to find a woman lying naked on the bed. The woman glared at him and scolded, "What are you looking at? What's so interesting!" The waiter, quick-witted, replied, "Oh! I just wanted to say, my wife also has a leather jacket like that."
He had bought it from someone else. This was the first time I'd heard it. I laughed: Who's so flashy! "Making jokes like that!" I asked Little K, but Old A was looking at my wife. Their eyes met briefly before quickly looking away, but their expressions were ambiguous. They thought I hadn't seen it, but I saw their expressions clearly.
After two drinks, my wife regained her usual energy. Not only was she more talkative, but her eyes also sparkled with desire. She asked Old A, as if in a riddle, if his mother-in-law had gone home. Old A said she hadn't, and that she would be alone if she went back anyway, because his wife wouldn't let her.
"You're the one who doesn't want her to go back, aren't you? You're such a good son-in-law!" She finished, glancing at Old A and chuckling. "Don't talk nonsense!" Old A quickly changed the subject. The conversation was loaded with meaning. These should have been Old A's private matters, yet his wife knew them and even brought them up—that was even more unusual. My heart stirred.
I was, after all, the host; it wouldn't be right for me to just be a spectator. I shared some of my experiences during the training camp, and then started offering drinks. I placed the glass of wine in front of Old A again, thanking him for his help and for taking care of our family during the training camp. Actually, I was just being polite; it wasn't my intention. He seemed a little awkward. "No need to be so polite, just say what you need," he said, downing a full glass of wine.
"How are you? Why are you drinking so fast?" his wife asked, looking at him with concern.
"N-nothing, I'm just happy today," Old A stammered, about to pour himself another drink. His wife snatched the glass from him.
"Stop drinking. Don't get drunk and cause trouble." Without waiting for anyone's permission, she brought out the main course. To be honest, we'd all reached our limit that day. Old A didn't eat a single bite, and Little K only ate a little before hurriedly leaving my house.
My wife and I cleaned up the dishes and quickly went to bed. I won't go into the details. I buried my doubts and indulged in my rights and obligations. We felt as if we were back on that intoxicating wedding night.

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