A complete cuckold

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My wife has been working overtime a lot lately, coming home very late, unlike last year when she didn't work so often. One evening after dinner, I went out for a walk to buy some drinks. I noticed a Porsche with a woman in the passenger seat who looked a lot like my wife. I hid to observe further, and sure enough, it was her! The man next to her was holding her hand! They were chatting and laughing. After a while, my wife got out of the car and walked home. A little while later, I received a phone call. "

Honey, where are you?" I said I was out buying something. "Why are you so late again?" she asked. She said she had to work overtime because the company was rushing to meet deadlines. I said, "Oh, I see, I'll be right back."

Actually, I didn't say anything after discovering this; I wanted to continue observing to see what was going on. I found out on some work-related social networking sites that the man in the Porsche was my wife's boss, and he was quite handsome. Another time, my wife called to say she had to work overtime again that day, possibly until late, but her boss would give her a bonus. I knew this was just a way to appease me and told her not to wait for her.

My curiosity got the better of me, so I secretly drove over to their company. Sure enough, my wife and the Porsche guy got into the car together. I followed them. They ate something at a small restaurant nearby and then drove to a secluded park. There weren't many residential buildings around, and since it was nighttime and you couldn't see much, I figured there wouldn't be many people in the park.

They walked in along a path, and I followed them from the bushes. Because it was so quiet, I could hear their conversation.

They talked about company matters for a while, and then the guy said to my wife, "Okay, we're deep enough here. Take your clothes off." My wife seemed to obey and actually took off all her clothes, including her shoes, and put them in the shopping bag the guy was carrying. Then she walked naked with the guy for a while. My wife asked, "Won't there be anyone in the park today?" The guy replied, "When have we ever run into anyone here?" Damn, this isn't the first time!

They arrived at an area with exercise equipment, a small open space. The man then demanded that Monica pose on the various pieces of equipment so he could take nude photos of her. Wow, Monica is really bold! What if this man posts those photos? Monica did all sorts of poses, like spreading her legs and using her hands to open her vagina, etc. I got hard just watching.

Unexpectedly, a flashlight beam appeared in the distance. Monica jumped in fright, but the man said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Then, the two of them just stood there, not even trying to get away. The flashlight beam came over; the person holding it looked like an older man, probably exercising. He shone it on the naked Monica and the man, but didn't say anything and just walked away.

After he left, Monica said it was too dangerous there, they couldn't do it there, what if someone else came?

The man said it was fine, but Monica firmly disagreed.

The man got a little angry. He looked around and said to Carol, "Hey, isn't there a toilet here? Let's do it in the toilet." He pulled Carol towards the toilet, specifically the men's room—he probably subconsciously thought it was the men's room, not the women's. I followed and moved closer to them.

The men's room had a dim white light, but it was still useful in that dark weather. The men's room was really filthy; you can imagine what a public men's room in a park is like. Being in such a remote location, it was probably rarely cleaned. The floor was covered in black water, and the walls were either black or yellow. I could smell the stench of a public toilet even from where I was.

Monica was stunned when she reached the door, exclaiming how dirty it was. The man said there was no other way, this was the only place available. Monica became a little anxious, and the man coaxed her a few times, even promising to promote her to sales director this year. He then put Monica in charge of a woman she disliked, I think named Lingling, letting her do whatever she wanted with Lingling.

Monica seemed much happier at that. Women, sigh, they'll do anything to compete with each other. It made me think of the saying, "Why do women have to make things difficult for each other?" Then Monica said the floor was dirty and asked if she could wear shoes. The man said, "Don't wear them. Aren't you always the one

with the most extreme tastes? Besides, I've already sacrificed Lingling for you. Let's go." I watched Monica's disgusted expression as she carefully stepped barefoot onto the floor, avoiding the large puddles of dirty water. Her fair skin and slender figure contrasted sharply with the dark and filthy toilet. The man made my wife kneel over the sink and then penetrated her from behind. Seeing his satisfied expression, I felt a mix of emotions—sadness and excitement.

I was annoyed and wanted to play with them, so I found a small pebble and threw it at the metal door of the toilet. It hit the door squarely with a loud thud. I saw them both flinch; they were terrified. The last thing I saw was my wife, Monica, instinctively scrambling deeper into the wall near the door. The man frantically turned off the toilet light, then slammed the door shut, making a locking sound.

I never expected their reaction, especially the man—he was such an idiot! What good would it do if someone knew there was someone inside? But if it were me, I probably would have done the same instinctively, at least I'd have time to put on my clothes.

I secretly went around to the back of the toilet to eavesdrop on the sounds inside. At first, it was completely silent. After at least two minutes, I heard my wife speak, "What was that? Was someone here?" The man said, "Wait a minute, let me listen again." Half a minute later, I heard the sound of the door locking. I guess the man went to open the door, checked, and then locked it again.

He said, "It was probably an animal or something blown in by the wind. What a false alarm!" They both laughed. Then I heard my wife say in that cutesy tone, "It's all your fault, you idiot! After you turned off the light, I desperately hid inside. My hair and body were pressed against the wall, and it felt wet. I think I realized I might have run into your men's urinal! It's all your fault, you have to make it up to me!"

The man laughed loudly and said, "You're the real idiot!" Then he went to turn on the light. After the light came on, Monica exclaimed, "Damn, that's disgusting! My hair is all wet! Oh, my foot! I just stepped in it!" I imagined what kind of things might be in those public urinals, and it made me feel a little disgusted… The man said he'd take me to a room to shower and then get me a spa treatment. Then I heard the man seemingly penetrating my wife again, the sound of flesh hitting flesh. After a while, the man said, “Squat down.”

My wife said no, it’s too dirty here. He repeated, “Squat down.” Then I felt my wife squat down, and the man said, “Yes, suck like that, look at me lewdly.” I heard the man spitting. Was he spitting on my wife’s face? That’s so indecent. I’ll kill him someday.

He added, “I love your lewd look, covered in all sorts of filth, ahhhhh.” It seemed he had ejaculated. “Lick it clean,” he said again. Then I heard the two men cleaning up and leaving.

I followed them to a high-end hotel. I parked my car across the street; they must have gone to check into a room, so I couldn't follow them. After a few minutes, I thought, "Forget it, I'll go home first." I noticed a light on in a room across the street, on the fourth floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows—easily visible if you looked up. I saw the man walk past the window, glance inside, and then leave.

My curiosity was piqued again. I got out of the car and hid at a bus stop directly opposite their room, pretending to wait for the bus while secretly observing. About ten minutes later, I saw my wife appear in a bathrobe, probably taking a shower. Then I saw them hug and kiss. They then walked deeper into the room, disappearing from my view. I guessed they went to bed. I felt a little disappointed, but time always seems to fly by in these exciting moments. About ten minutes later, they reappeared—this time, both naked!

My wife came over and pulled the curtains a third of the way closed, then hid behind them. I saw the man follow her, and I could vaguely see two heads moving. It was definitely the man penetrating her. I looked around; there weren't many pedestrians, only a constant stream of cars. But who would care what was happening upstairs? Sure enough, they went even further! The man pulled the curtains open completely. Holy crap, this was so blatant! We could see exactly what they were doing, although we couldn't see their faces.

The man was penetrating my wife from behind. At first, my wife's head was down, but then the man lifted her hands and pressed her hands and breasts against the floor-to-ceiling glass, fucking her very hard. My wife has a fantastic figure, long and slender. You could see the man's even wider body through the outline of her body. Her breasts were rounded by the glass, but you could still tell they were large.

There was a middle-aged man next to me who stared at me for a while. I turned to look at him, then subconsciously pointed upstairs like a passerby. I don't know why I did that. Then he looked in the direction I pointed and said, "Wow, young people these days, they'll do anything, they don't even know shame." I looked at him; he was so engrossed in watching while he was talking. I thought to myself, "You old pervert, you're really shameless. If you knew that beautiful woman up there was my wife, I wonder what you'd say."

Upstairs, they continued like this for about three to five minutes. Monica knelt down, her butt sticking out, and pressed her waist down, giving the man oral sex. You could see the whole thing if you just looked up; it was like watching a porn movie. Then they seemed to say something, and the man turned around, spread his legs, and bent over. Monica reached under the man's crotch, grabbed his large penis, and started thrusting.

Then she brought her face close to the man's buttocks. Holy crap, she was going to give him oral sex! And in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with the whole world watching, how could I live with myself if people knew this was my wife licking another man's asshole? Although I couldn't see the details, I could clearly see their actions. I glanced at the man next to me; he was still staring at them blankly. My face flushed involuntarily.

Then they switched back to the oral sex they had been doing. Finally, the man took his penis out of Monteca's mouth. Monteca looked up at him, touching her breasts with her hands, her buttocks swaying back and forth, completely like a virgin. It seemed the man had ejaculated on her face. I saw Monteca scrape the semen off her face with her fingers, and then she actually put her hand inside her vagina and thrust it a few times while continuing to give the man oral sex for the last few moments.

I turned to look at the man next to me again; he looked completely frozen. I lowered my head, feeling like I had become a cuckold without a doubt.

[The End]

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