When the child was three years old

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Before I knew it, my wife and I had been married for three years. These past three years have been tough raising our child. We've let go of some past issues, but when our child turned three and started kindergarten, I finally felt I could relax a bit… After dropping him off at school, things seemed incredibly easy, but when I picked him up in the afternoon, his parents took care of him, and that old, restless spirit of mine gradually resurfaced… After dinner, my wife said she wanted to go back to work. She'd looked at a few jobs but wasn't very satisfied. I suggested she stick to her old job, but she was worried about running into acquaintances, especially since we have a family now. Finally, she found a job watching over a teahouse. The pay was low, but it was easy—around 3000 yuan a month. I thought about it; only an easy job would offer opportunities for more exciting activities, so I agreed…
In about two months, my wife met quite a few people, including three brothers who worked in construction. They played cards at my wife's teahouse every day. So we were quite familiar with each other. I was tired of factory work and wanted to find some engineering work, so through my wife's introduction, I met three engineers: Q, W, and E. Q was the eldest, 51 years old; W was the second, 47 years old; and E was the youngest, 40 years old.
That year, I was 30 and my wife was 27. Because I wanted to get some small jobs, my wife specially arranged a dinner party. The three brothers readily accepted. I thought to myself, "My wife has a lot of influence." The eldest, Q, was the general contractor, and I was just a small fry, but I came too. We chatted happily, and I kept toasting them to get business. After walking around for a while, I couldn't hold my liquor and collapsed on the table. But I could still hear them talking. My wife was sitting next to me, and next to her was the eldest, Q. Because I was lying down, I accidentally saw a large hand on my wife's leg under the table. Then I seemed to understand something...
I think I saw something I shouldn't have seen, so I looked up and drank. I took a sip of tea, but looking up seemed a bit off. Q's other hand was on my wife's shoulder, and he was whispering something in her ear... Meanwhile, the second and third brothers were drinking and smoking, discussing my business.
To avoid embarrassment, I continued to lie on the table, but my eyes never left my wife's white thighs. I saw Q's hands still roaming over her legs. Because she was wearing a miniskirt with flesh-colored matte stockings, she looked exceptionally sexy. My wife was also very cooperative. When Q wanted to touch the inner thigh, she would lift her skirt; when he wanted to touch the middle of her thigh, she would spread her legs a little...
After about an hour, we were full and my wife went to pay the bill. The second and third brothers, thinking I was drunk, helped me up. The eldest brother, Q, followed behind my wife. I heard Q say, "Let's take your husband to a hotel so he can rest early. The four of us will go to a karaoke bar for a few more drinks..." Although my legs were... Unresponsive, but quite conscious. Upon arriving at the hotel, the second and third brothers rested in the lobby, while my wife and the eldest brother, Q, escorted me to my room. After I lay down, my wife wiped my face, took off her shoes and socks, and prepared to leave. As she turned off the light at the door, I suddenly heard the door slam shut—a loud slam, like someone resisting something… I recognized my wife's voice… I vaguely heard her say, "My husband's here, it's not convenient," and Q, panting, said, "It's okay, a kiss shouldn't be heard." My wife finally broke down, saying, "Don't put your hand in, it's not washed," and then… um… um… ah… ah… Q unbuckled his belt, and then I heard a tearing sound, like stockings being ripped… I finally understood that this was the kind of stimulation a cuckold needs. My drunken state vanished… They all thought I was drunk, and the sounds grew louder and louder in the darkness. My wife's moans, mingled with the sounds of their physical struggle, echoed throughout the room…
I turned over, but the bed creaked, and the two women immediately stopped. They whispered, "We'll talk later…" I guess they were afraid of waking me. Then I heard my wife open her bag, take out some tissues to wipe herself, take off her stockings, and the two of them left… It was
past 1 a.m., and the alcohol had worn off. I turned on the light and saw the room was empty except for me. My wife hadn't returned, so I picked up my phone to call her. She didn't answer the first time, and the second time she answered after a minute. She said she was singing with them and hadn't heard anything, but to me, it was completely silent, not like I was near a karaoke bar… I drifted off to sleep…
At 3:30 a.m., I suddenly felt the urge to urinate. I got up to go to the bathroom, but my wife still hadn't returned. I suddenly noticed that the wastebasket near the door was full of tissues. What happened in the darkness was a bit blurry. I wondered where all those tissues came from if I hadn't gone to the bathroom. Driven by curiosity, I picked them up and smelled them. The scent was my wife's unique fragrance, definitely not anything else. There was a lot of sticky liquid on the tissues. At the very bottom of the trash can, I also found my wife's stockings, with a large tear in the crotch. Suddenly, I remembered what had just happened…
At 4:30 AM, I had already fallen asleep again when I heard someone open the door. The light wasn't on, and I knew it was my wife. She had gone to the bathroom, taken a shower, and then quietly lay down next to me. She was probably tired and fell asleep quickly. I, on the other hand, had tried to sleep several times but couldn't. My wife was sleeping wrapped in a towel after her shower. I quietly got up, turned on my phone's flashlight, and looked at her sleeping position on her side. Her full breasts and buttocks made me want to have sex with her. I lifted her towel, and her sparse pubic hair was still sticky… There were a few drops of water. Looking closer, the swollen mound was bright red. Spreading open the labia majora, the inside was even redder, like the color of a rose. Now I understood that my wife must have been having a passionate encounter for so long.
Since that was the case, I wanted to see just how promiscuous she was. I gently inserted two fingers into my wife's vagina and gently spread them open. A lot of white fluid flowed out. I could tell from the smell that it was semen, and there was also that peculiar smell (the smell of bacteria that appears when having sex with two or more men at the same time). This smell was familiar; it seemed she was really tired tonight…
I wiped her clean with a tissue, and we went to sleep in each other's arms, pretending nothing had happened…
More than a month later, the business my wife had arranged for me was successfully taken over. My wife knew about my cuckoldry fetish, and later, naturally, she became the mistress of Boss Q. But Q's things… Okay, that's too short. They were only together for my business. She recalled that they drank quite a bit at the karaoke bar that night, and she was so drunk she didn't know how many times they did it, all in the karaoke bar bathroom. First it was the eldest, Q, then the third, then the second, and so on, several times in total. Finally, the eldest couldn't keep up, so the second and third dragged her into the bathroom together for one more time. Of the three, only the second was a bit bigger; the eldest and third couldn't perform, although the third had better stamina. None of the three could give her an orgasm…
And so, they maintained this relationship: the eldest was her lover, and the second and third were just friends with benefits… This
relationship lasted for two years. Because the real estate market started to decline, I also left the engineering business, and the three brothers went to Guizhou to develop their businesses. Guizhou was just starting to develop its real estate market, but I didn't go because it was too far, and my wife stayed with me. This four-way relationship came to an end…

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