wife and my secrets

Joining the Club

As time goes by, the excitement of s*x, madness is like the sand in the hourglass of time, slowly lost unconsciously.

At this time, my wife and I are vaguely aware that they are wrong, the flame of life lit once, can not burn forever, need to keep adding firewood, or sooner or later there will be extinguished one day.

The day began to muddle along, but our hearts have changed, not like before, anxious like an ant on a hot pot, blindly looking around for a solution.Because we all know that we may have found the spark to light the fire, but the only thing missing is someone who dares to ask for it.

We all know, but are tacit tacit understanding, after all, this is not to go to the vegetable market to buy r****h, we have to take into account the secular vision, but also to prepare, consider the consequences, but also need time to twist happy that firmly locked our big lock.

But it's just a matter of time. It's like an addiction. If you never get it, you might never think about it, but once you taste it, you never forget it.Suddenly gone, it will make you hang, read, think, like falling into a maze with no exit, how to run away, how to escape also can not escape.

After another two weeks of suffering, what remained of the spark gradually died out and turned to ashes.When I moved on my wife, her eyes no longer saw the love of the day, and I lost the momentum, leaving only the formulaic indifference.

I hit her regularly, looking into her eyes, and she looked at me, and we both read a will in each other's eyes.

My heartbeat instant speed up, as if that group of ashes suddenly lit up a little Mars, inexplicable pleasure string on the top of the head, I speed up the impact, gasping to ask: "you want to join?"

When I finally spoke, there was a spark in her eyes, but more hesitation.She could sense my passion in my reaction, too, and instead of answering directly, threw the question back and said, "Do you?"

Compared with women, men are more likely to be driven by desire, and women tend to have a greater burden and fear in the face of this, so it is more difficult to open the shackles in their hearts.

"If you don't, I don't.""I said, but to be honest, I was conflicted.

I wanted to get my passion back, but the thought of joining a club and having my wife lying under and serving other men made me uncomfortable.And also do not know afterwards, the wife can withstand the pressure in the heart, as well as the conscience of the big lock back.It made me wonder if joining a club would hurt her, then I'd rather stay that way forever.

"But you do."Seems to see me in care of her, eyes have silk gratitude, bear the impact of the same time, close to the heavy kiss me.

'But I'd rather you were happy!I kissed her back on the side of her mouth and muttered, and I meant it,

She smiled, eyes happy, but still very hesitant, she did not speak.

I did not force, but the heart of the glimmering spark was extinguished, this time we hastily finished.

After a few more days, we were back to where we were before, and the s*x was so boring that we didn't want to continue, and in the middle of it, we were forced to stop.

I saw helplessness in my wife's eyes, and she saw helplessness in mine. We loved each other deeply, but we couldn't satisfy each other's inner desires.Life is so realistic, like a cut perfect first-class pink diamond, looking brilliant, but not allowed to have a little adulteration.

I can't help but think of Chloe, a mysterious and confident woman. I wonder if my wife is also thinking of Chloe's husband.I was troubled, and a little resentful of being carried away by lust.

I don't know if it's for my consideration, or if it's for her passion for that night, or maybe both.She suddenly looked at me and said, "I'm fine!"

I looked at her in surprise. There was firmness in her eyes, but more confusion and fear.I didn't want to think too badly of my wife. I knew she wasn't like that. I kept telling myself in my heart that she was more for me.

There was excitement and a lot of hesitation.Because when I said yes, it meant that my wife would have to sleep with other men, endure other men running over her, and serve other men.Men are generally very possessive, and I am no exception. I cannot convince myself of all this.

"Really? If you don't have a good idea, don't make a hasty decision. I don't want you to regret it, or it will be too late."

During the years we were married, she was a careful, understanding wife and a caring person who kept her life in order.We already understand each other thoroughly, she can also feel me at the moment of contradiction, she is not, know I take care of her, looking at my helpless wry smile said "we have other way?"

I was speechless on the spot.I wanted to say THAT I loved her, that we could be together forever without s*x, but I couldn't say a word.

Her eyes are red. "I don't want life to take our love away. I want to keep it alive and keep it alive forever."

I suddenly felt like crying, wondering if I was an animal who had driven her to this state for lust.

She hugged me and put her head on my chest and said, "Don't blame yourself. I know you're hurting too. I volunteered for this.

I held her tight and felt the warmth on my chest. I knew she was crying and tried to pull her away and dry her tears.Whether she didn't want me to see her crying or not want me to feel bad, she hugged me tightly and wouldn't get out of my arms.

I couldn't stop the tears, and they rolled down her back.The tears moistened her nightgown and clung to her body. I could clearly feel her shiver, she was silent for a few seconds, and she hugged me and began to cry.

I did not know how to comfort her, nor could I say anything, so we hugged each other and let the tears fall.

I don't know how long it took to cry out, she got out of my arms, looked into my eyes, and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

I moved closer and kissed the moist corners of her eyes dry. She brushed my cheek and the corners of my mouth.I was overwhelmed by an emotion, holding her from gentle to slowly erupt, she also gradually into, with my action more and more heavy, we rolled to bed together, continue to do not finish just now.

It's gonna be another crazy sleepless night.

The next day.

I struggled to open my eyes. My wife was asleep, her hands around my neck like a child's.Her eyelashes were stained with tears and her eyes were slightly swollen.She rarely wakes up later than I do, and it seems that last night was too much for her health.

I carefully removed her hands, dragged the body tired out of bed, want to make her breakfast, perhaps now I can do just that.

Usually she cooks, the kitchen has been very strange to me, I do not know in her heart, I calculate whether a good husband.

Put a pot of water to boil, break a few eggs, boiled and put in a bowl, add some white sugar, a simple bowl of egg sugar water.I had already forgotten my cooking skills. I could not make any tricks, and I was afraid that it was too complicated to taste good.

Back in the bedroom with the egg soup, she was still awake, switched positions, grabbed my pillow, and kicked the covers over the bed.I sat on the bed and looked at her fondly. I held the bowl to her nose and shouted, "Lazy cat! Get up!"

She dazed open eyes, see the bowl of eggs also leng god, turned to see me just wake up, eyes have surprise and joy, without words hug me kiss.

"Slow down and spill it on the bed."The most difficult to accept no one's kindness, this time I was aware of the hand carrying two bowls of egg soup, which was full of boiling water, did not dare to move.

She happily accepted a bowl of "Thank you!"But I didn't eat it. I smelled it close enough to enjoy it.

"Eat up! We'll be late for work!"I joked, my nose prickling at her satisfaction.

I don't know what good I did in my previous life, so I married her. She has been taking care of me silently. I used to take it for granted and never thought to do anything for her.Occasionally, when careless men look back, they find that they have never done anything for their wives.In fact, many women are really easy to satisfy, maybe just a bowl of egg soup will keep them excited for a long time.

I was a little nervous and asked, "Am I a good husband in your eyes?"

"Huh? Why all of a sudden?""She asked quizzically, taking a sip of soup.

"Just asking! If 100, how much can I play?"I asked seriously, at that time the heartbeat is very fierce, than the leadership review I handed in the project book also nervous.

"Well..."She chewed on the spoon and stared at the ceiling, fretting.

I became more nervous and made myself suffer. I began to regret asking such a stupid question.

Just as I was about to run her out of ideas, she blinked and smiled. "Fifty-nine!"

"Ah!"I almost knocked over the bowl in my hand.

See my appearance, she chi chi of smile to say "ha ha! Tease you to play, in my heart, you are always a hundred husband.""And kissed me on the cheek.

Although she played, feel very stupid, also a little uncomfortable, but very sweet heart.Giving up the idea of punishing her, he ladled an egg out of the bowl to her and said, "Hurry up! It's time to go to work!"

She did not refuse, generous acceptance, staring at me, happy to eat to me, that is a full accept the emperor's reward of the concubine.

At breakfast, I drove her to work. On the way back to my office, I pulled out my phone and found Chloe's number.Although we have talked several times and met several times, we are still nervous and a little excited.Her beauty will never be forgotten by men.