The feeling of being a cuckold

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What to do? "

You little brat, now you know fear? Where were you then? Don't worry, I've got plenty of wives like this.

They usually don't dare to make a fuss, afraid of causing a big scene and ruining their reputation. Besides, given Sister Jing's situation, maybe

her husband is a cuckold! There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, hehehe."

"Brother Fa, you're awesome! Remember to take me with you next time you're with Sister Jing. I've never been with such a

beautiful woman before."

"Absolutely, otherwise, why would I have taken so many photos last night? My only regret is that I was afraid her husband would find out

, so I couldn't actually get inside her last night. Sigh, I'll go back tonight and plan how to get her."

As they said this, the two walked further and further away, their voices becoming inaudible. The first one to speak was the guy from last night,

and the other one, Brother Fa, was the man who had taken his wife's socks last night.

Judging from their conversation, they probably also had a method of coercing his wife into submission, and they must have taken photos or videos last night

. Thinking about this, I frowned. Although I've always had feelings for my wife and didn't want her to be with other

men, there was a prerequisite: my wife had to be willing and enjoy the process.

But from the conversation between these two, it was clear they had no respect for my wife whatsoever, and

their actions had no bottom line. This could very well disrupt the peace of my wife and me, which would be a real problem.

Back at the dinner table, I started paying attention to everyone's voices and confirmed that the guy sitting

next to the man from last night on my left was the one called Brother Fa. Okay, I admit I'd heard about him before, but I hadn't paid any attention

.

This guy certainly has a handsome face; no wonder he's managed to mess with so many women without getting into trouble.

Once I found him, things became easier. I started using my drinking skills and easily

got the two of them drunk. I planned to use the excuse of not being able to drive after drinking to take them home on the bus and

get rid of this trouble.

The two of them drank so much they vomited bile and quickly passed out. I didn't wake up until the shuttle bus was about to leave

. The bus driver, seeing the two disheveled, drunkards, wouldn't let them on, so I offered

to drive them home.

Since my wife had also drunk quite a bit and couldn't drive, I called a designated driver at the hotel. My wife sat in

the passenger seat and quickly fell asleep. After chatting with the driver for a few trivial things, I started playing

on my phone.

The driver politely shut up and focused on driving. Taking advantage of the driver's blind spot

, I successfully took my friend's phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

Sure enough, I found many erotic photos in the gallery, not just of my wife, but of many other women

—young women, young wives, and even women over forty.

There were about thirty photos of my wife; unlike the dark photos of the guy last night, these were brightly lit, and I could clearly

see her.

The photos were incredibly uninteresting, mostly just oral sex and explicit images. My wife's

stockings were gradually torn apart. When I flipped to the last picture, I instantly felt a surge of heat. My wife was lying on the sofa

, her snow-white, pert buttocks taking up most of the frame. A purplish-black penis with bulging veins

was being pulled out of her vagina, and streams of white fluid were gushing out.

I, this scumbag, had actually penetrated my wife's body. After saving a few visually

striking photos via face-to-face image transfer, I deleted them all and logged into the cloud, deleting the photo cloud

backup.

Last night, that kid's phone only had a few dark photos, not very valuable, but I still

deleted all the photos, both locally and in the cloud.

After finishing all this, I put the phone back in their pockets and silently said, "G,

these two live in my wife's company dormitory, so there's no need to bother taking them home separately. I was also quite unkind

by only taking them to the security guard's office downstairs."

At 8 PM, we finally got home. Looking at my wife's exhausted face, I couldn't help but think about

what had happened in the past two days, and my heart was filled with emotion.

I seriously reflected on it, and I resolved that my wife must be more careful next time and not do anything foolish.

For the next week, my wife would complain to me every day after work that Brother Fa and that guy had become strange and erratic , and that they

always looked at her with fear in their eyes.

I chuckled dismissively, then laid my wife down on the bed, and as she struggled weakly, I

thrust my countless offspring into her.

Because of the last incident, I've recently become particularly interested in my wife; the thought of her

being violently penetrated in her rectum ignites a burning desire within me.

Lately, I've clearly sensed that my wife is under a lot of pressure, perhaps due to the strange behavior of her colleagues, my peculiar

hobbies, and various other reasons, coupled with what happened last week.

I crave for the whole world to know how wonderful my wife is, but I don't want her to be hurt. To

help her process her emotions, I decided to go on a business trip to a project, giving her some

time to relax alone.

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