I pondered for a long time before replying: Manager Wang, some things are best left in the past. There's no need to dwell on them too much.
This time, Wang Di replied quickly: I've long since moved on. I'm only telling you this because I'm worried about you. I hope you can let it go too.
I replied: I'm really fine. I'll be at work on time next Monday.
Wang Di replied instantly: Okay, that's good.
After that, there was no further response. I tossed my phone aside and prepared to sleep.
But I found that tonight, I actually felt a burning desire. I tossed and turned, completely unable to fall asleep.
Moreover, a figure had somehow appeared in my mind and lingered there, refusing to fade away.
That figure wore a purple short dress. A pair of straight, jade-like legs were accentuated by tightly wrapped black stockings, looking incredibly sexy. On her sexy little feet were a pair of sparkling, light blue high heels—simply breathtaking.
The woman who kept circling in my mind was actually my mother-in-law, Su Yin.
Reason told me this thought was wicked, but my body's instincts wouldn't let me stop this sinful line of thinking. Last night, my mother-in-law had given me too great a shock. I had never imagined a woman could be so domineering. I couldn't help but fantasize about what such a powerful woman would be like if she were stripped naked in bed?
Would she, like ordinary women, become weak all over under a man's assault? Would she also writhe her big, white bottom without restraint and moan?
My mother-in-law's magnetic, slightly husky voice would surely drive one mad when moaning.
Lost in wild thoughts, I gradually fell asleep. When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
My wife had already gone to work. Breakfast was, as usual, laid out on the dining table...
For the next two days, I was utterly bored. Aside from cooking, I seemed to have nothing to do. When working, I wanted a holiday; when I could truly rest, I was bored out of my mind.
My wife had been acting mysteriously these past two days. After dinner each night, she would hold her phone and fiddle with it until bedtime.
My curiosity was thoroughly piqued. I eagerly anticipated the arrival of the weekend.
Finally, it was Friday evening. I prepared the meal in advance. Tomorrow was the weekend, and I felt I would get the answer tonight.
Tonight, my wife came home later than usual, carrying a large pile of packages, swaying as she entered.
"So many packages? Did you bring the whole store home?" I frowned.
My wife carefully placed the packages on the floor. While changing her shoes, she said, "Oh, honey, come help me, please. Help me carry all these to the bedroom."
I shook my head helplessly and could only comply.
Throughout the entire dinner, my wife was absent-minded, eating while holding her phone and chatting.
I couldn't help feeling annoyed. I tapped her bowl with my chopsticks and said angrily, "Don't chat during mealtime. I don't know who has such charm to distract you like this for the past two days."
"Honey, you've misunderstood. It's my best friend. I'm asking her about some things," my wife hurriedly explained.
"Oh, well, you still need to eat first," I said grumpily.
Seeing my displeased expression, my wife hurriedly ate a few bites, checked the time, stood up, and said, "I'm full. I worked up a sweat carrying those things earlier. I'm going to change clothes and take a shower first. Be in the bedroom promptly at 8:30, honey. Don't come in before then, okay?"
Without waiting for my reply, she dashed back to the bedroom.
What's going on?
I could no longer contain my curiosity and wanted to follow to investigate, but I found the door was already locked from the inside. I had no choice but to return to the dining room, forcing myself to start clearing the dishes.
When I finished tidying everything up, I checked the time—it was only 7:40. I had to sit on the sofa, watching TV while glancing at the clock. Finally, after my anxious wait, the time reached 8:30.
Without a moment's delay, I immediately turned off the TV, rushed to the bedroom door in a few quick steps, knocked, and called out, "Hey, it's 8:30."
"Honey, wait a little longer. It'll be ready soon," my wife's voice came from the bedroom, sounding a bit flustered.
I crossed my arms over my chest, leaned against the doorframe, and tried hard to suppress the anxiety in my heart as I waited silently.
Finally, just as my last bit of patience was about to run out, my wife opened the door. The light in the room was very dim. For a moment, I couldn't see clearly, but my wife pulled me inside in one swift motion and then tightly closed the door.
I squinted, adapting slightly, and looked around. I noticed that two heart-shaped bedside lamps had appeared on the headboard at some point, emitting a very dim pink light that could only barely illuminate an area of about two or three square meters around the bed.
My wife slowly walked to the side of the lamps. Only then could I see her clearly.
In an instant, I was stunned. I swallowed hard twice, feeling my whole body heat up.
My wife was wearing nothing but a black, mesh lingerie set. On her feet were a pair of bright red high-top high heels with pointed, slender heels at least twelve or thirteen centimeters high.
My wife's figure was already sexy and hot. Now, her nearly naked body clad in this lingerie that offered almost no coverage at all was devilishly alluring.
"Nannan, what is this?" My throat felt a bit dry.
My wife's head was bowed very low, almost to her chest. She answered in a barely audible voice, "I... prepared this especially for you."
So, my wife's mysterious behavior these past few days was to prepare these things?
I had suggested many times before that she wear sexy lingerie, but she had always refused outright. I never expected that this time, my wife had actively prepared these things herself.
I took a few deep breaths, forcing down the urge to pounce on her immediately, and said, "Wait for me. I'm going to take a shower."
I rushed into the bathroom in a few quick steps, hastily stripped completely naked. Not bothering with a thorough clean, I only carefully washed the crucial areas twice, rinsed the rest quickly, grabbed a clean pair of underwear to put on, and then hurriedly rushed back to the bedroom.
My wife was sitting upright on the edge of the bed, quietly waiting for me to return. Her head was still bowed very low; her nervousness was palpable.
Although we were an old married couple, this kind of atmosphere was truly a first attempt. Not to mention my wife, even my own heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might jump out.
I walked to my wife in a couple of steps, ready to take action, but she gently pushed me away and whispered, "Wait, honey. I have another gift for you."
A gift?
I looked at my wife, confused. She stood up, took a box from beside the bed, and slowly opened it. When I saw what was inside, I almost jumped.
The box wasn't very big, containing only three items: a black, realistic-looking vibrator about twenty centimeters long, a red rope several meters long, and a soft leather flogger.
Although I had never used these things, I more or less knew they were props for that so-called S&M game.
I stared at my wife in shock and said in a trembling voice, "Nannan, how can you accept these? Where did you learn about them?"
"I looked them up online these past few days, and my best friend told me. She said men like these things," my wife said, slowly raising her head and gazing into my eyes as she asked, "Honey, do you like them?"
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