A crisp slap rang out abruptly, a fiery sting spreading across my right cheek.
My wife grabbed the pajamas from the bedside and quickly draped them over herself, tightly wrapping up that perfect figure that could make any man's blood boil.
"Liao Fan, we've known each other for over a decade, been married for six years. I truly never imagined you were such a sleazy bastard."
Her eyes rimmed red, tears welling up, she gritted her teeth, threw down those words, and stormed out, slamming the door.
My wife's intense reaction threw me into a panic. Not caring that I was stark naked, I scrambled out of bed, rushed to the door, and held my breath to listen.
A moment later, when a furious door slam echoed from the small bedroom, I finally let out a long sigh of relief. Good, she hadn't left the house. Once she calmed down, there might still be room to salvage the situation.
It had been years since my wife had lost her temper with me. I never expected a single sentence to anger her so. At this moment, I was filled with regret for my impulsiveness. I slapped myself hard across the face, then tossed and turned in bed.
My name is Liao Fan. I'm thirty years old, average-looking, from an average family. I work as a route planner at a travel company, basically the type who idles away the days in the office waiting for death. However, I don't have any grand ambitions. A monthly salary of a little over five thousand in this second-tier city allows for a comfortable life. Plus, I have an understanding, fairy-like, beautiful wife. I could say I'm very satisfied with my current life situation.
My wife, Su Nan, is completely different from me. She grew up in a single-parent household but is exceptionally outstanding.
We were middle school classmates. As the class belle with both looks and grades, the only daughter of a female entrepreneur, my wife had countless suitors. I was one of them, but the gap between us was too vast. Back then, I couldn't even catch her eye. After graduating from middle school, we basically lost contact.
It wasn't until many years later, by a stroke of chance, that I met my wife's mother, my mother-in-law Su Yin. She thought I was steady and reliable and insisted on introducing her daughter to me. That's how we met again.
Coincidentally, my wife had just gone through a failed relationship at that time and was in need of companionship. Coupled with my mother-in-law's vigorous matchmaking, we ended up together. I've always felt this was heaven's gift to me, so I cherish my wife deeply.
Speaking of which, I have to mention my mother-in-law, Su Yin. She's a famous businesswoman in this city, with a fiery personality and a no-nonsense approach to work. Starting from scratch, she built the city's largest financial company in just eight short years. Everyone who mentions her gives a thumbs up.
It's almost impossible to find any fault with her. The only blemish might be getting pregnant before marriage and stubbornly giving birth to my wife, while never uttering a word about my wife's father. So to this day, my wife doesn't know who her biological father is.
Apart from personality, my wife has inherited almost all of her mother's strengths. She's also a true-blue career woman, never relying on her family, fighting her own battles. Before even turning thirty, she's already an executive at a leading enterprise in the city, earning over ten times more than a slacker like me.
Many people say I'm a freeloader, but I've genuinely never spent a single cent of my wife's money, so I have a clear conscience and don't care what others think.
I'm very content with the status quo. The only regret is that my wife, for the sake of her career, has been unwilling to have children. But it's no big deal. I'm just thirty, and my wife is only twenty-nine. Waiting a few more years isn't a major issue.
But the most critical thing is that, like most couples, we're approaching the seven-year itch. The passion has gradually faded amidst the daily grind of mundane life. Our marital intimacy has slowly become dull and tasteless. Although my wife is still as beautiful as a fairy, looking at the same face every day inevitably leads to aesthetic fatigue. Of course, this doesn't mean I don't love my wife anymore. On the contrary, I love her more than ever. It's just that the physical passion is gone.
Over a month ago, during idle chat at the office, I came across the term "wife swapping." I was utterly shocked at the time, never imagining such shameless things existed in this world.
Driven by curiosity, over the past month, I've gathered countless pieces of information about wife swapping online. Gradually, I found myself addicted to it. The darkest corner hidden in my human nature was completely ignited. I even dreamed several times of my wife wantonly indulging under another man, shamelessly displaying her most seductive self before a stranger. That kind of scene made my heart ache so much I couldn't breathe, yet it also stimulated me beyond control. I became crazily obsessed with that feeling. I desperately wanted to experience it for real.
So, after another bland, unremarkable night of marital intimacy, I don't know what came over me, but I blurted out this idea as if possessed. Thus began the scene from the start.
Now I'm filled with regret. Although my wife is a modern woman at the forefront of the times, she has always been very conservative about sex. How could she possibly accept such an absurd thing?
If this incident makes my wife think I'm a shameless pervert and creates a rift between us, things could get serious. I must think of a way to fix this.
Having something weighing on your mind makes it easy to lose sleep. I tossed and turned in bed until the wee hours before finally dozing off fitfully.
The morning alarm woke me. Following my usual routine, I would have hit snooze and dozed for another ten minutes before getting up. Suddenly remembering last night's events, I jolted awake, hurriedly got dressed, and went to the living room.
My wife had already left for work. As a career woman, she always arrives at the company before others, so on weekdays, she leaves the house promptly at 7 AM.
As for someone as unambitious as me, basically holding a sinecure, I usually dawdle until 8:30 before leaving, as long as I can make it to the office by 9. So by the time I get up, my wife has usually been gone for over an hour.
Anxiously, I scanned the room. Everything was as usual. On the dining table, as always, sat a breakfast, made by my wife herself.
Because I have a habit of sleeping in, for six years, without complaint, my wife has always prepared breakfast before I wake up. Just this alone is something few women can do.
Looking at the breakfast on the table, I let out a long sigh. It seems my wife isn't completely furious. If I think of a way, things can still be salvaged.
I don't know what came over me last night, impulsively blurting out such an evil idea as wife swapping. Fantasizing about this stuff privately is one thing, but how could I actually bring it up? I must never have such perverted thoughts again. Later, at the office, I'll clean up all the information I've searched for during this period. And I have to leave that wife-swapping group I went through hell and high water to join. Otherwise, seeing the刺激 games those maniacs in the group play every day, I'm afraid I'll sink deeper and deeper. My self-control is utterly pathetic, and I never deny that.
---------------------------------
Hello guys, Will be uploaded more chapters tomorrow so give a review of this novel.
Thanks for reading.