The secret of my wife's infidelity

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I used to have a great salary that everyone envied when I worked at an electronics company, but the company wasn't making money, so I was fired. During that time, I stayed at home and worked part-time as a taxi driver, while my wife went out to work for the first time, teaching at a nearby junior high school. I had a lot of free time and often did housework.

One day, I found a pile of letters in a bunch of boxes, all of which were from me. As I read them, I recalled the happy days when we first met, but after reading only a few, I found a letter from another man, which had just been sent last week. Because I had never known that she had other friends and was corresponding with them, my curiosity led me to start from the bottom and read the oldest letters one by one, but the more I read, the sadder I became.

It turned out that she had a close, married man since high school. Besides the usual sweet words, the letters revealed a more than just friendly relationship. At first, they were subtle: "I miss you, at night, I miss your most nimble lips," "Does your heart hurt? Or where does it hurt? Does it still hurt?" Gradually, it evolved into, "I didn't realize you had such a big 'appetite,' I'll definitely conserve my energy to feed you properly next time."

From then on, almost every letter reminisced about their sexual encounters. One letter, in particular, broke my heart: "Marry him, you'll like me more if you have someone to compare." To my surprise, even after marriage, and even in the later stages of her pregnancy, they still made love at least once a week. Only then did I understand why my wife always said she was too tired when I asked.

Discovering my wife's secret was a heavy blow, but it also helped me understand things I had doubted before. Because of her innocent appearance, I had never understood her open sexual behavior. Although we had known each other for several years before getting engaged and having sex, we often comforted each other since we both lived separately.

I remember not long after we met, we had already progressed to second base. One time, she took off her underwear in a dark corner on campus and kept pushing my head towards her genitals. I had no idea what she was doing; she wanted me to give her oral sex.

Her pubic hair was thick and long, forming an equilateral triangle that extended all the way up to her navel and down to her anus. It was hard to reconcile with her innocent face. I had to carefully part it with my hands. Thinking about it now, it's a little funny. Back then, I was a good student, and I was both excited and nervous. I was surprised that my seemingly innocent wife could be so open in a crowded place.

She liked me to give her oral sex; she had so much vaginal lubrication, even more than my semen. She was also skilled at giving me oral sex. Sometimes, when we were caressing each other to the point of climax, she wouldn't let me penetrate her, yet she was capable of making me ejaculate with her mouth.

To be honest, I'm not a very sexually active man. Perhaps it was because we often engaged in prolonged caresses before we got married, or perhaps it was because she liked to tease me in semi-public places that I developed a habit of premature ejaculation. Anyway, I'm not entirely sure.

I must admit, our sex life is indeed not very harmonious, especially after we've been married for a while. I
often ejaculate within two minutes of penetration, and although she occasionally complains, saying, "I've only just begun," most of the time she just laughs and says it's okay. As a result, we went about six months without making love, and at most once a month otherwise. Neither of us was very interested, and she even had to watch porn to warm up, while I usually relieved myself by masturbating.

After reading her letter, I realized that someone was secretly feeding her, which explained why she would always just laugh and say, "Really?" when I mentioned letting someone else have sex with her.

Since discovering my wife's secret, I've lost interest in driving my taxi. The next day, I started following her, only to find her flitting from one man to another like a butterfly.

At 7:20, she dropped the kids off at kindergarten, then went to teach at a junior high school. Around 10:00, she drove out of the school gate, and I followed her to the 7th Redevelopment Zone in Taichung. I watched her drive into a motel, and it took her almost three hours to come out. I noticed a burly man next to her in the driver's seat; I later learned he was her school's physical education teacher and administrator. They were kissing and cuddling all the way back to school.

That night, my wife came home beaming and kissed me as soon as she saw me. My emotions were turbulent; I thought about it all day and couldn't figure out how to respond. I had actually mentioned to her before that she should try to have sex with other men and experience the thrill of orgasm, but not let me know. But that was before I knew she had a boyfriend, and it was partly a joke, so I was very confused.

I immediately told her I wanted to have sex. She said, "Aren't you tired?" I shook my head and started to undress her. She struggled and said she needed to shower first. I followed her into the bathroom, and she told me to come out. I pretended to be angry (and actually was) and said, "Weren't we allowed to look before?"

She reluctantly took off her clothes, and hesitated when she got to her skirt. It turned out she was wearing a sexy see-through panty underneath, with a layer of toilet paper underneath. Of course, I immediately knew what was going on, but I still asked her what was wrong. She blushed and said, "I have more discharge today." She immediately threw the toilet paper into the toilet.

I forcefully parted her thick pubic hair with my hand. Oh my god! She was soaking wet, and she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathtub to rinse me off. Then she bent down and started licking my penis. What could I say? I came in no time. She laughed and said, "You're too tired." I felt a deep sense of loss, not knowing what to do next.

On the third day, I woke up at ten o'clock. My wife had already left, but I knew she would meet her married boyfriend at noon. So I went to their agreed-upon place and waited for her, which was also in the 7th Redevelopment Zone.

Sure enough, the two cars arrived almost at the same time at noon. My wife got into the man's car and drove straight up Dadu Mountain. About ten minutes after passing the Taichung Motor Vehicle Office, the car stopped by the roadside. I had no choice but to continue driving for another minute and then slowly walk back. I was afraid she would see me. But when I got closer, the car was empty; I could only faintly hear voices talking. I followed the sound to a side path.

About three minutes later, the sounds became clearer—it was moaning. The two of them were having sex under a tree in broad daylight! My wife was standing on the tree trunk, her buttocks sticking out, one leg hooked around the man's buttocks. I could see their sides; his penis was going in and out of my wife's vagina, the "plop, plop" sounds of their bodies hitting each other coming in and out. The man's hand was circling my wife's nipples…

I finally understood why my innocent wife liked to expose herself in public, and why she wasn't embarrassed at all.

Besides my wife's unrestrained moans, which grew louder and louder, I also heard the man say, "Have you hooked up with another man? How about it, do you still prefer my lazy moans? Hahaha!"

My wife said softly, "You... oh... oh... are the... the best."

I saw the man thrust in and out two or three hundred times, then pull out his penis, which was indeed thick, long, and wet. I thought he was about to ejaculate, but then I saw my wife turn around, strip naked, and spread her clothes on the floor. She let the man lie down, then spread her pubic hair, straddled his penis, and began to move her hips up and down in sync with his thrusting movements, moaning, "Oh my god! So...so deep...so good..." while caressing her breasts. After about three or four minutes, only "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." sounds remained.

In the sunlight, their behavior was utterly lewd, brazenly performing a live sex act under the open sky. Gazing at this obscene scene, I didn't know how to react. My penis had already become erect without my noticing, and I couldn't help but reach down and gently stroke it.

I don't know how much time passed; I had already ejaculated. The man finally pulled his penis out, trembling, and sprayed it onto my wife's chest and face. Then my wife lay on his chest, panting. From behind, her pubic area was pressed against his penis, and it was hard to tell if it was semen or her vaginal fluid slowly flowing from their point of contact…

I only heard my wife say, "You're so amazing! I can't live without you." The man said, "Tell me about your man so I can have some fun." My wife said, "Not only is it not half as big as yours, but it's also getting worse lately. I only suck it a few times before I ejaculate." The man said, "You're such a slut!" My wife said, "Only in front of you."

The two flirted and teased each other for a while, then my wife turned around and started sucking the man's penis with her mouth. The penis slowly grew larger, and this time my wife sat on the ground, spreading her legs wide to welcome the man's penis inside her… At this point, I couldn't watch anymore. Partly, I had already ejaculated, and partly, I still didn't know how to react, so I slowly walked back and drove home.

After witnessing my wife and that man's intense outdoor sex, I had no desire to drive the taxi anymore, so I quickly finished my shift and went home. After showering and cleaning up the mess, I was taking orange juice from the refrigerator when the front door clicked open. My wife was back. She seemed a little flustered when she saw me, her flushed cheeks showing she hadn't fully recovered from her orgasm.

I deliberately glanced at the clock, which pointed to 2:30, and asked her, feigning surprise, "Don't you have class?" She shook herself and said, "Yeah! It's so hot, I want to take a shower first." She walked straight to the bathroom, and I immediately followed her in.

Her clothes were indeed soaked with sweat and clung to her body, and her entire body reeked of male semen, confirming everything I had just seen. She probably didn't even realize it herself! But when she saw me standing at the bathroom door, she didn't move and said, "I just helped you out yesterday, are you going to do it again?" I could only say it was fine, thinking that there was no point in lingering any longer, so I went back to the living room.

About an hour later, my wife came out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel, looking like a beautiful fairy. Her large eyes sparkled, her sexy lips were slightly parted, and the two nipples on her still firm breasts were excitedly erect. Her dark and thick pubic hair gleamed, and her long, flawless legs and firm, prominent buttocks made her look even more sexy and alluring, as if she had been nourished by male lust.

She seemed cheerful, and as she dried her hair, she hummed a song as she walked towards me. "A colleague is getting married tonight, and I might have to go to Huwei. I've already sent the child to my mother's house, and I've told her that she'll take care of the child while I'm at work," my wife said with a smile.

"Really? Why is there a banquet all of a sudden? How are you going to get there?"

"Please, I haven't been out in ages. A colleague from school is giving me a ride. He's our management team leader, and he'll be here soon." She leaned her firm breasts against my back.

I was furious, but I didn't know who to vent my anger on. "Are you really not getting enough to eat?" I was almost bursting with anger, but what good would it do? For some reason, all I could say was, "I want to fuck you."

My wife laughed and said, "Come on!" Instead, she unbuckled my belt, reached into my underwear, pulled my penis out, and started licking it. I couldn't help but admire her skill; I ejaculated again in a few moments. This time, she said in a soft, sweet voice, "Come fuck me! Ugh, you're so useless. I'll fuck someone else then!" I could only blush.

She continued, "You mean I can be fucked by someone else?" I looked at her; she was still very playful. I didn't know what to say, so we changed and washed up.

Around four o'clock, the doorbell rang. My wife said, "I'll open the door," and greeted a burly man with a smile. My wife, who wasn't short, looked like a little bird next to him. He looked to be in his early twenties. Good heavens, this was the man I'd seen with my wife in the motel for almost three hours yesterday!

My wife introduced him to me, saying, "He's our management team leader, a PE teacher, and a Taekwondo expert. The students are all afraid of him. Getting his protection is no problem at all." The man greeted me politely, but I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I noticed a hint of disdain in his eyes. I didn't think much of it and nodded politely back.

Before we'd even exchanged a few words, my wife grabbed his hand and said, "Let me introduce our home." They walked from the living room to the kitchen, then to the study, and finally into the master bedroom. I sat on the sofa in the living room, observing them coldly. Surprisingly, they didn't come out of the master bedroom. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I heard intermittent moans.

I rushed to the bedroom door and peeked inside. Good heavens! The two of them were already having sex! The man was sitting on the bed, and my wife was sitting on top of him with her back to him. Their tightly joined genitals were facing the doorway, and I could see it clearly with a glance. Their pubic hair was matted together by the wife's vaginal fluids, and from the doorway, all that could be seen was a patch of black hair. Only when their genitals separated during intercourse could one occasionally glimpse the wife's exposed vulva and a small section of his thick penis. At the same time, the man's large hands reached from behind and caressed the wife's breasts.

My wife noticed me standing in the doorway, lost in thought. Instead of trying to avoid me, she immediately said, "You're the pervert! I saw you masturbating and ejaculating on Dadu Mountain this afternoon. You condoned me doing it with someone else. We had planned to go to Huwei together today, have the wedding banquet, and then find an excuse not to go home. But thinking about it, I decided to just confront you. You're a pervert... oh... oh... pervert!" As she spoke, their buttocks continued to sway up and down, the sounds of thrusting filling the air.

The man also poked his head out from behind my wife and said to me, "I think it's really fun to fuck your wife in front of you!" He even spread my wife's legs so I could see their genitals and deliberately thrust his penis upwards a few times as a show of defiance.

My wife moaned and groaned, talking incessantly, "I originally just... just... wanted to secretly... oh... oh... do it, but you already... oh... oh... oh... know, so let's just confess! You... look... look... look at me... how capable I am..." She tiptoed on the bed, her hips rising and falling more and more dramatically, her vagina rapidly stroking the man's penis.

Then came a long moan, "Ahhh!" indicating she had reached orgasm. Trembling, she turned to kiss the man passionately; he was indeed a master, kissing my wife while his hands kneaded her breasts, his penis thrusting upwards rapidly, striving to push her orgasm to an even higher level.

After her orgasm, the wife slumped against the man's chest. He helped her turn around so they were facing each other. Throughout the entire process, he skillfully kept his penis inside her vagina without slipping out. Then he lifted her buttocks and began thrusting into her again with a series of loud slaps. The wife wrapped her arms around his neck, her head tilted back, her long hair almost touching the bed. Her mouth seemed to be unable to control itself, moaning incessantly. I saw the vaginal fluid flowing uncontrollably down the man's penis, soaking a large patch of the sheet beneath his buttocks.

After about seventy or eighty thrusts, the man put his wife down and made her kneel on the bed with her buttocks raised. He then held his penis in one hand and spread her labia with the other, inserting it again from behind. I then noticed that the man's penis didn't seem as thick as the one his wife had met with at Dadu Mountain at noon, but the glans was particularly large and very erect. After inserting his penis, he held his wife's pelvis and thrust forward forcefully. When the entire penis was inside, his wife screamed. Then the two of them began thrusting back and forth, coordinating their penetration.

My wife's body was limp, her once clean body now covered in sweat. She no longer glanced at me, only moaning uncontrollably. Her juices dripped incessantly from her long pubic hair onto the bed. The man, while penetrating her, reached forward to grab and squeeze her breasts, and she reciprocated by running her hand under her crotch to caress his scrotum.

I stood there, mesmerized, my mind blank, watching the two naked bodies collide and intertwine before me. My wife's cries were unlike anything I'd ever heard before—a genuine, heartfelt pleasure, a wild, sensual release, tinged with a hint of mockery. I wondered, had she reached another orgasm? Surprisingly, I felt no anger at all; instead, I was gripped by a fear of losing my wife.

Back in the living room, my thoughts were still chaotic, only the intermittent moans coming from the bedroom echoing in my ears… Finally, I heard the man roar, then my wife's moans gradually subsided, followed by heavy breathing from both of them. I knew things had to be resolved, but I truly didn't know how.

About fifteen minutes later, they both came out, still completely naked. The man walked ahead, and I realized I was wrong. Even limp, his penis was still thicker than mine when erect; no wonder my wife was experiencing such intense pleasure with him.

My wife walked behind, semen still dripping from her chest and face. Her full breasts pressed against the man's back, and she started yelling at me: "I can't stand you anymore! You want to have sex but you're useless, you want to earn money but you don't have a job. Are you even a man? Compare yourself to others! Take off your pants! Did you ejaculate in your pants again?" As she spoke, her hand reached forward and grabbed the man's penis.

I was shocked. Was this the true face of my seemingly innocent wife? I was speechless and could only sit there, covering my face.

My wife continued yelling and tried to pull down my pants. I slapped her, and the man immediately grabbed me, pinning my arms behind my back. He was much stronger than me, and I was instantly immobilized. My wife reached out to pull down my pants, and I yelled, "No...we're husband and wife!" She said, "Husband and wife? I want to see if you can fuck me, honey!"

In a few quick movements, my pants were off, my penis dangling. My wife flicked it with her hand and said, "Tch, let's compare with him!" I looked at his crotch and said nothing. The man actually grabbed my penis and said, "Ha, so small!" My self-esteem was completely shattered, and I stood there silently.

My wife said to the man, "Never mind him, let's do it again!" The man said, "You little slut, your talk is getting cruder and cruder!" The two of them actually went to lie down on the sofa and started licking each other in front of me. I really couldn't take it anymore, so I pulled up my pants and rushed out the door. Sigh! I didn't expect home to no longer be home.

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