wife and my secrets

My Secrets

Everyone has a lot of secrets in their heart, some secrets can be shared with others, some secrets can not be.

Have you ever heard of wife swapping?

Some say wife swapping is sensitive and disgusting.

Others say that wife swapping is mysterious and exciting.

However, the reality of my experience let me truly experience the pain of wife change

When I was in a bar, I occasionally heard my friends talk about wife swapping, but I never thought that one day it would happen in my life.

My name is Nate, and I have the perfect wife.

My wife is Eve, she has silky blonde curly hair, her eyes are as beautiful as the sea blue, her body proportion is very hot, every man passing by her, will fall in love with her at the first sight.

I used to love her very much, love to her crazy.

Romain Rolland said: "the most terrible enemy of man is that he has no firm faith and indomitable perseverance."

I've taken that as my religion in pursuing Eve.

It was in this way that I prevailed over her numerous suitors and made her my wife.

After four years of marriage, I still love Eve as much as I did the first time, but love is never enough in life.

For life is not an enjoyment, but a heavy work.

In order to make Eve, the beautiful rose, bloom more brightly after marriage, I have to work harder.

Speaking of work, AFTER graduating from university, I entered H Company, one of the top 500 companies in the world, as an advertising planner.

Two years ago, I became the project leader of the advertising Planning Department from an ordinary planner.

But with the promotion of the position, the competitive pressure is more and more.

Every day I have a headache for work, almost exhausted by work, because of this, Eve and I often quarrel, she thinks I do not love her as before, think my heart is not in the family.

At first, I'd explain, or I'd make love to calm her down.

But later, I was too busy at work and I was too tired to care about Eve's feelings. She gradually stopped arguing with me, but the relationship between us gradually faded.

We still sleep together, and we still love each other, but we rarely hug and kiss each other as passionately as we used to.Even s*x, we do it out of sheer physical necessity.

I could feel that our marriage was in trouble, but I didn't know what to do to get it back.

Life is like this, bit by bit in imperceptibly happened to change, when I found the problem, it was too late.

This Saturday is Eve's 27th birthday. After dinner on Thursday, I told her that I had booked the French restaurant, and this time, I would accompany her to have a romantic birthday.

Eve was very happy. That night, she took the initiative to fill the bathtub with roses, took off her sexy underwear, and touched my body little by little...

But all of that was ruined by a goddamn phone call.

My supervisor, Mr. Ham.Gibson, told me that I needed urgent overtime on a very important new project.

I have been working overtime these two days in order to make a smooth date with my wife, but unexpectedly the company has arranged an urgent advertising project for me, and I have to submit the final proposal before 4pm on Monday.

This is terrible news for me!

It's incredible to finish an advertising plan in two days.

Now let's not talk about a date. I'm afraid I won't even have time to sleep.

I thought that when I told Eve that I might not be there for her birthday, she would be as angry as ever.

But she put on her clothes very calmly and calmly turned back to me and said, "Remember to close the door when you go out."

I knew she was angry, but anger didn't change the fact that I wanted to go back to the company, so she accepted the result calmly.

It's not really my fault. Given the choice, I'd much rather have s*x with my hot, beautiful wife in a bathtub full of rose petals than go back to a cold office and discuss work plans with some cold, stupid colleague.

But I don't have a choice, because if I don't go back to work, Mr. Gibson will mock me mercilessly, in front of everyone, for being a loser who just wants to have s*x with women.

Everything was as I expected, I spent the next two days in overtime.

Our time didn't allow us to come up with a perfect plan, but on the last day, the revised version 6 plan was approved.

At 5:00 PM on Monday, when the customer sent an email saying that the plan could be carried out, my team members and I were relieved.

After saying goodbye to my colleagues, I hurried home.

Only when I got home and turned on the light did I realize it was my wife's birthday yesterday, when I saw the unopened cake and the cold foie gras on the table.

Oops, because I was working overtime, I totally forgot about Eve's birthday and a romantic French dinner with her.

I feel so sorry for Eve.

When I walked back to my bedroom and saw my wife huddled together in bed, I just wanted to hug her.

I lay down gently beside her and reached out to hold her, but as soon as my hands touched her body I was pushed away.

Eve turned around, her pent-up emotions boiling over, and accused me of being a bad husband, of taking my job more seriously than her, of being a liar, of every word being a lie, of never having married me in the first place.

To be honest, I feel guilty about forgetting my wife's birthday.

I was gonna wait for her to wake up, apologize to her, and celebrate her birthday again tomorrow.But she's so mad now, she won't listen to me.

She had a big fight with me and then sent me to the living room to sleep all night.

After that, my wife ignored me for half a month. Even my physical needs were denied, which made me angry.

Every day home she is not a person to go back to the room to sleep, is a person sitting watching TV, completely put me as the air.

And I want to apologize to her when she's calm.

But every time WHEN I get close to her, she is like a ignited firecracker, just like a sudden explosion, can not calmly communicate with me.

The apology was put off, and the atmosphere in the house was getting worse and worse, and I could feel that if this continued, our marriage might be over.

All day in the face of this cold home, I am very helpless, also very distressed.

I don't know why this happened?

I still loved my wife, and I knew she still loved me, but when I wanted to save our marriage, THERE was nothing I could do.

I don't want to go home after work, don't want to face that cold house.I'd hide out at a bar close to my house, get drunk, go home, sleep, don't think about anything, wake up the next day and go to work with a hangover headache,

And it was in that bar that a woman I couldn't get over quietly appeared beside me.

It was my third day holed up in a dimly lit, antiquated bar that felt old.

Old-fashioned vinyl records were playing in the bar, the music was quiet, and there were few customers. Waiters were quietly wiping glasses, as if no one could bear to spoil the atmosphere.

The atmosphere here is perfect for someone like me who wants to escape life and find a temporary shelter.I sat for an hour, drank three beers, and just as I was getting a little drunk, THERE was a sexy, intellectual woman next to me, and then I smelled some perfume.

"Sir, isn't drinking alone lonely?"

Her voice is very nice, fits the atmosphere here, gives people a sense of the vicissitudes of life baptism.

I had expected her to be a mature woman of about forty, but when I turned my head, my mind went blank for a few seconds.

Next to me stood a young woman, her long blond wavy hair pulled together at an Angle, her delicate pale eyebrows and bright red lips.

She was dressed in a tight black leather dress with long, flesh-wrapped legs, and the depths of the leather skirt were faintly visible. Her figure was concave and convex, her mouth slightly raised, a faint smile outlined, and her white neck exposed like an elegant black swan.

There is not a part of such a woman that does not attract the attention of men.

She's pretty and hot, but I don't know her.

"I'll have a drink with you!"Before I could reply, she sat down in the high chair beside me.