His wife had served her boss.

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Chapter One.

Early morning, my wife Lingling and I were quietly having breakfast at home. However, we were both preoccupied with our own thoughts, making the normally warm and romantic atmosphere somewhat oppressive.

Looking at my wife, whom I'd only been married to for three years, I thought of what Lingling had told me the night before—her boss had invited her to a business dinner that evening.

Attending business dinners with one's boss is normal, but if this boss had been harassing my wife multiple times before, frequently sending her suggestive and ambiguous messages on his phone, and

if, like tonight, he wanted her to attend as his date, not as a colleague or subordinate, then this was a different story. We're both adults who've been working for years; my wife naturally understood his intentions.

And my loving wife had honestly told me about the harassment from her boss.

Although we were both furious, we dared not speak out. There was nothing we could do; in this sluggish economic climate, my job was just enough to keep me from starving. To buy a house, have a baby, and settle down in this bustling metropolis, I rely entirely on my wife's well-paying job. Naturally, I wouldn't dare offend her direct supervisor.

However, tonight's invitation came with a somewhat unfriendly tone, bordering on an ultimatum. He'd probably lost patience after my wife's repeated rejections.

The tense atmosphere of breakfast ended. Before leaving, my wife hesitated, glancing at me, head down, biting her lip, and said,

"Honey, tonight… I think I'll go… for our home and our future…"

"Okay… then… be careful, stay safe. If… anything happens… call me." After saying this, I suddenly felt pathetic, powerless, and forced to sacrifice my precious wife… Something was bound to happen tonight.

My wife lowered her head, simply humming in agreement before leaving. Before closing the door, she gave me a long, wistful look back, both knowing what her departure meant. I tidied myself up and prepared to go to work.

All day today, I couldn't concentrate on work. My mind was filled with that glance my wife gave me at the door!

She looked beautiful today, a simple yet sexy black office lady uniform, flesh-colored stockings, black high heels, and her smooth hair styled in an updo.

My wife is only 26 this year, and hasn't had children, so her figure hasn't changed at all since we got married. She's 165cm tall with long, beautiful legs, and her pretty face still retains a youthful innocence and gentleness.

And I'm her first love; she gave me her virginity. But tonight, her body might not belong solely to me anymore.

When I got home, I quickly ate something and watched TV while holding my phone, checking for new messages every few minutes. I wondered how my wife was doing? Had her boss succeeded in sleeping with her?

However, I waited anxiously until after 9 pm before my wife sent a message on WeChat:

"Honey, I'm going to stay at my best friend's tonight, so I won't be back. Get some rest."

I was taken aback for a moment, then understood what she meant and replied,

"Okay, be careful."

Later, my wife didn't come home until after work the next evening. She seemed perfectly normal, still dressed the same as the morning before. However, when she looked at me, her eyes darted away.

"Honey, you're back. You must be tired. Take a rest." I took her bag and led her to sit on the sofa. Her hands were a little cold.

"Honey... um... I... I'm sorry!" My wife suddenly burst into tears and hugged me tightly.

At that moment, no more words were needed; it seemed what was bound to happen had happened. I held my wife tightly, feeling her trembling and sobbing body, and the tears falling onto my chest. My heart was filled with guilt.

"It's okay, honey. I know you did it for me... for this family." I gently stroked her back, comforting her.

After comforting her for a while, my wife's crying gradually subsided. Looking at me with teary eyes, she said,

"Honey...you won't blame me, will you? You won't despise me, will you?"

"How could I? I love you so much! What happened last night? Tell me!"

"I was drinking with some clients, and I...I...as Yong's...girlfriend." At this point, my wife lowered her head guiltily.

"I also drank some, I was a little dizzy, and then I went home with Yong...and then...we did it..." she said cautiously, her small hands tightly gripping my clothes, her trembling body revealing her inner turmoil.

Hearing this, I felt a mix of emotions—anger, resentment, heartache, and bitterness...my wife had finally lost her virginity! After a moment of silence, I suppressed my anger and carefully comforted her,

"It's okay, honey, I don't blame you. I know you did it for us... for our family."

"You're not angry with me, are you? You won't... find me... dirty, will you?" My wife's voice trembled with tears again.

"No! Absolutely not! Actually... actually... I'm a little excited... you're cheating on me... I think it's... pretty exciting." To comfort my wife, I said insincerely.

My wife in my arms suddenly looked up, surprised, and stared at me. She paused for a moment, then exclaimed as if suddenly realizing something,

"Honey... you... I knew it! I understand now, I saw some random cuckold novels on your computer before, could it be that you really... really..."

I said somewhat embarrassedly,

"Uh... well, sort of... hehe..."

My wife gently slapped me and said angrily, "You big bad guy! Your wife has been slept with by someone else, and you still got an erection!" The previously somber atmosphere was instantly lightened considerably.

"Hehe...hehe..." I looked awkwardly at my wife's indignant face and chuckled sheepishly.

Actually, I do have a slight cuckold fetish, but it's very mild, limited to occasional fantasies during sex with my wife. I've never thought about, nor dared to think about, my wife actually cheating on me! But life is sometimes like that; what you fear most often comes to pass.

"So, what are you planning to do next?" I immediately changed the subject.

"What else can I do? Let's leave it at that for now. And Yong-ge already said I'll get a raise at the end of the year.

" My wife tossed her hair, her mood somewhat downcast.

"Hmm," I didn't know what to say. After all, this well-paying job was really important to us, and my wife had always longed to own a house in this city, which was why we hadn't had children.

Thinking of this, I sighed, feeling a pang of sadness. Actually, I don't have a cuckold fetish; I just find many cuckold-themed erotic novels very appealing.

But I never really thought about sharing my wife. I'm so grateful to have married such a beautiful and virtuous woman who doesn't mind that I'm poor and is willing to struggle with me! I'm also very afraid of losing her! She's the support that keeps me going in this expensive city!

However, to make my wife feel better, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and admit I had a cuckold fetish. If I pretended to enjoy it, perhaps my wife would feel better? Thinking this, I hugged my wife even tighter… Chapter Two: Another month or so passed, and our lives hadn't changed much. I still went to work, ate, slept, and when I had free time, I'd take my wife out for walks. My wife hadn't mentioned her boss, Chen Yong, but I'd noticed she was often coming home later. Twice she even stayed out all night. Although she'd always send me a message with a casual excuse when she was late or not coming home at all,

based on my understanding of her, I was certain something was wrong! My wife probably understood too. But neither of us wanted to confront her, so we tacitly avoided the topic.

It was almost 11 pm, and my wife still hadn't come home. It looked like she was going to spend the night out again. With her boss?

I lit a cigarette, a slight pang of sadness in my heart. However, at this moment, I picked up a pair of underwear that my wife had changed out of last night. Because I came home late, I hadn't washed them yet, and my wife had hidden them under other clothes that needed washing. The black lace underwear clearly had large patches of dried semen and vaginal fluid on it—of course, it wasn't my semen!

At this moment, I used the underwear to cover my penis and started stroking it up and down, my wife's vaginal fluid and my boss's semen rubbing back and forth against my penis.

In the past month, I've experienced anger, resentment, heartache, bitterness, and then numbness… Later, I read many novels about cuckoldry to numb myself. Sometimes, I think people are surprisingly adaptable; now I've truly accepted my wife's infidelity!

Thinking about last night, and now, my wife must be experiencing ecstasy from her boss, Chen Yong, right? They're having sex wantonly in his home, in hotels, and even in the company office! He's ejaculating his foul-smelling semen into my beloved wife, Lingling, again and again! Thinking this, my hands moved faster and faster; I was almost there… Just then, I heard the sound of keys at the door, and then the door opened… My wife and I, standing in the doorway, stared at each other. She looked at me with shock, and at my bare penis covered by the underwear. I stared blankly at my wife at the door, and the atmosphere instantly became very awkward… Coming to my senses, my wife angrily walked to the sofa, threw her bag at me, and pointed her slender finger at my genitals, saying:

“Pervert! You…you…you actually! You actually… Humph!!” My wife angrily plopped down on the sofa, crossing her arms over her chest.

I looked at my wife’s full breasts, her rapid breathing due to anger, heaving up and down like a turbulent wave. I swallowed hard and immediately smiled ingratiatingly: “Well…it’s just that we haven’t done *that* for the past few days…I’ve been holding it in for a while, so I’m releasing…releasing…haha…”

Hearing this, my wife turned her head, looking at the lace underwear in my hand with disgust, and the obvious traces of semen on it. She said angrily,

"Then you...you can't...use my underwear...it's so dirty..."

I gave an awkward laugh and didn't dare to reply. I personally think that the reason my wife was angry was probably because I found the underwear with semen on it that she was trying to hide. My wife calmed down a little, as if she thought of something, and her eyes suddenly softened. She said softly to me,

"I'm sorry...husband, I've neglected you these days."

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, went over and sat down next to my wife, hugged her and said softly,

"It's okay, I know you're busy with work, you've worked hard."

Who knew that saying this would only make things worse, my wife's eyes immediately reddened! She said to me with a sob,

"Busy...busy my ass! I...I...was with Yong Ge! I was busy being fucked by him at his house! I even shamelessly seduced him! I cooked for him! I did his laundry! I cleaned his room! I...I'm so sorry! Husband..." My wife cried in my arms.

Thinking of my wife, at Chen Yong's house, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning, and being wantonly taken advantage of by him, as if she were his wife all along, I felt a pang of sorrow.

Suppressing my own sorrow, I comforted my wife, who was sobbing in my arms. After a while, she calmed down. I talked to her about some happy things, and a smile gradually returned to her tear-streaked face.

Then, my wife suddenly said to me:

"Honey, there's something else I've been thinking about for a long time. I feel like my relationship with Yong-ge... well, it's unlikely to end anytime soon, and he's getting a bit too demanding. He's very smart and has high emotional intelligence; after all, he's only in his thirties, not even forty, and he's already the vice president of a listed company. I'm afraid I won't be able to hide it from him, and it'll be hard to explain. Besides... I wanted to try and see if I could put an end to his feelings, so..."

My wife paused, glanced at me, and then continued, "So tonight, I told him that you already know about us. I was hoping to scare him and make him give up. But... he... he said that since he's divorced, has no children or family, and has a good reputation in the industry, he earns his living through his skills and performance, so he's not afraid of anything.

Instead, he pushed the problem onto me, telling me to solve it myself, and to discuss it with you. He said if you're willing to turn a blind eye and not interfere, he can promise me a promotion and a raise, and even arranging for you to join our company is negotiable. What do you think?"

Seeing my wife's hesitant expression, I knew she was tempted by the conditions offered by her boss. That's true . After all, ideals are often grand, but reality is harsh. Even with her current income plus mine, buying a house and having a child in this city would be a huge financial burden.

However, things have come to this point, and those with nothing to lose have nothing to fear. They've already done what they should and shouldn't have done, and I knew that all along, so I might as well just let it go and maybe even gain some benefits.

After thinking for a moment, I said to my wife, "Let's do it this way. We'll do as your boss says. We'll suffer for a few years, and once we buy a house and have some savings, we'll kick him to the curb! But I'm really sorry to have to make things difficult for you, honey."

"Yes, I am! I'm sorry, husband... Ling'er is so sorry!" My wife hugged me tightly, and I could tell she felt very guilty.

"It's okay! There's a saying, 'A little green on your head, life is still bearable!' Besides, you know my tastes." I tried to comfort my wife by pretending to be relaxed.

"Hehe... silly husband, bad husband, Ling'er will give you a real green hat someday... hmph!" My wife's mood improved noticeably.

After cuddling with my wife for a while, feeling her soft, delicate body in my arms, my penis hardened again. My wife clearly felt it too, and grasped my erection with one hand, saying, "Honey, I haven't had much time for you these past few days, but tonight… tonight I'm not feeling well. How about I help you with my hand?"

"Uh… not feeling well? I remember it's still early before your period?" I asked, somewhat disappointed.

My wife lowered her head shyly:

"It's not my period… anyway… it's not feeling well! Don't ask anymore." “Alright, since my wife has said so, I didn’t want to force her, so I nodded in agreement.

Then, my wife knelt in front of me, took my penis in her soft hand, and began to stroke it up and down. Her slender fingers were decorated with manicured nails, white with small red flowers and some sparkling sequins—quite beautiful.

After stroking it for a while, she gave me a coquettish look, playfully pried open the urethral opening of my glans, and carefully inserted her pointed little fingernail… Oh…” I took a deep breath. As my wife’s little fingernail pierced the urethral opening, a slight pain shot through my glans, which only amplified the stimulation!

“Hehe…isn’t it great? Tell me if you can’t take it anymore, husband!” my wife said to me in an unusually seductive tone.

"Mmm... Honey, you're so good at this! Where did you learn this trick?" I felt the pain on my glans growing stronger, but my excitement was only growing stronger!

My wife suddenly blushed and said shyly, "Well... my boss, Brother Chen Yong, taught me!" Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat, and a strange pleasure surged within me! My wife must have served her boss like this before, right? Or perhaps she served her boss first and then served me? Then this strange pleasure became uncontrollable, gushing out along with my semen! I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated!

Seeing that she had made me ejaculate in just a few minutes, my wife looked at me with a smug expression, and then did something I never expected—she actually lowered her head and ate all the semen on my penis and her hand!

After eating it, my wife even opened her mouth and playfully stuck out her little tongue, indicating that she had swallowed all the semen! I swear to God, this was truly the first time I had ever seen her swallow semen! Although my wife had given me oral sex before, she never allowed me to ejaculate in her mouth. Even if I occasionally managed to ejaculate in her mouth when she wasn't looking, she would spit it out and get angry with me for half a day! She really disliked the fishy smell of semen.

Looking at my smug wife in front of me, my heart skipped a beat again. Was this also thanks to her boss? In just over a month, how far had things progressed between them? Of course, there was no answer to that question.

Chapter 3

Another evening, as usual, my wife didn't come home for dinner. I finished dinner alone and was watching TV on the sofa. I waited until after 11 o'clock when the door opened and my wife, dressed in a business suit, came back.

"Oh, honey, you're still not resting? Your wife is back! Hehe..." It was clear that my wife was in a good mood today. Her cheeks were very rosy even without makeup, and she was humming an unknown tune.

Her bag was hanging on her left forearm as she bent down to take off her 9cm high heels. The off-white high heels paired with her long, slender legs in black stockings were quite eye-catching. However, I noticed something striking: I'd never seen those heels before. My wife had never worn such high heels before.

"Honey, I've never seen these shoes before. Did you buy them?" "Ah? Uh… well… it was… a gift from Yong-ge." My wife paused, then turned away, avoiding my gaze, and said somewhat awkwardly. At the same time, her left hand discreetly went behind her back.

"Oh…" I didn't ask any further, but I also noticed the movement of my wife's left hand. Just a fleeting glimpse, and it seemed she wasn't wearing our wedding ring on her left hand. There appeared to be a gold ring? We remember our wedding rings were platinum and diamond-encrusted.

After taking off her shoes, my wife pretended to be calm, but she avoided looking at me and hurried into the room, whispering, "I'm a little tired, I'm going to take a shower." Watching her disappear around the corner, my heart clenched painfully, a wave of bitterness and confusion washing over me.

I clearly saw it when she walked past! On her left ring finger, for the first time ever, she wasn't wearing the diamond ring that symbolized our love and marriage! But on her middle finger was a gold flower-shaped ring, and I was certain my wife had never worn this ring before! We've been very frugal with our money for the house, and in the three years we've been married, my wife hasn't bought a single piece of jewelry. So there's only one possibility for this ring—it was a gift from her boss!

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, I lit a cigarette and smoked silently. My wife came home so late today; she must have been with her boss again, right? Although my wife works in sales, she mainly does back-office work and rarely has to entertain clients or work overtime.

But ever since that time my wife was taken advantage of by her boss, I've noticed she's been working much more overtime! My wife and I both know the truth, but neither of us has said anything.

"She's doing this for the family; she doesn't want this," I silently comforted myself. But when you have something on your mind, it's easy to have insomnia, and tonight I couldn't sleep.

It was late, and I lay quietly in bed, stealing a glance at my wife beside me. She was fast asleep. Her face was serene, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, her beautiful eyelashes fluttering occasionally—she was probably having a sweet dream. Looking down her fair skin, I saw two soft, white breasts gradually rising from her smooth skin… A wicked thought suddenly popped into my head! I wanted to peek at my wife's phone to see if there was anything she and her boss were doing that she shouldn't be doing!!

For so many years, my wife and I have maintained the trust that a married couple should have. I've never peeked at her phone, and she always tells me things on her own initiative.

But once the wicked thought arose, I couldn't suppress it any longer. I secretly grabbed the phone from the bedside table. I knew the password—our wedding date.

I opened WeChat, and the first thing I saw was my profile picture. My wife always pinned my WeChat account to the top; it was the only one pinned. My heart warmed. Then I scrolled down to the second message—it was from her boss!

And the last message was them saying goodnight to each other, the time clearly before my wife went to sleep! My wife was sleeping with me, and she was saying goodnight to him?! Suppressing my jealousy, I continued reading.

It wasn't quite what I expected. My wife and her boss's WeChat chat history seemed to have been cleaned up; there wasn't much unusual information, mostly work-related. The only thing that seemed abnormal was that her boss seemed particularly concerned about her, showering her with concern and care, clearly going beyond a superior-subordinate relationship. For example, last time when my wife had her period:

"Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Mmm, much better, thank you for the hot water bottle, Yong-ge."

"That's good. I just booked a restaurant and ordered some light and nourishing dishes. Let's go out for dinner after work to help her recover. Although it's a woman's monthly occurrence, we can't be too careless, otherwise it will have an impact when we get older." "This... isn't that a bit inappropriate? How can I let you spend money again?" "We're talking about these things, but you still need to handle things at work." "Work is what I should do!" "Alright, it's settled then. You'd better comply and give in to me. Let's go together after work, I'm driving today." "Well... thank you, boss." "I've told you so many times, just call me Yong-ge." "

Hehe... thank you, Yong-ge, this humble woman will comply!" You bastard, you'll comply! I'll just give in to you! My wife isn't giving in to you! "I was really annoyed."

There was another meaningful conversation, which took place a while ago when they returned from a business trip together.

"Ling'er, are you angry with me?"

"No."

"So you are?"

"I already said no!"

"I acted impulsively today, and I apologize. But you know my heart; I meant no harm." "Then what would be considered malicious?" "Remember what I said tonight? I, Chen Yong, am a man of principle, and I keep my word!" "Heh, do you think I'm that shallow?" "Of course not! But as a man, I have to take responsibility! Not for anything else, but to be true to myself and to you." "I know you're having a hard time accepting this." "I just hope you won't punish yourself for my mistake."

The chat history showed that the wife replied almost half an hour later.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. I'm not angry anymore, just a little confused." "Okay, then get some rest. It's getting late, see you tomorrow." "Goodnight, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight."

What happened when they arrived? What was this "impulse" that my wife's boss mentioned? I hesitated, glancing at my sleeping wife. Forget it, I trust her. If it's really necessary, she'll tell me. Then I suddenly remembered my phone's photo album! Right, let me check the album.

I opened the photo album; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. However, this was an old phone I used before, and I knew it had a hidden album feature. I skillfully opened the hidden album, and sure enough, there were many photos! I was stunned when I opened the first one—it was a photo of my wife and her boss!

In the photo, my wife was still wearing her black office uniform, intimately holding her boss's arm, her head resting on his shoulder. She smiled sweetly at the camera. It looked like my wife had taken the photo; the background was a dark street, probably just after work, and they were walking together.

Looking at my wife in the photo, her intimate actions, her sweet smile—where was there any hint of coercion or reluctance? This made my heart ache, and I even gripped the phone tightly.

Taking a deep breath, I hurriedly looked through all the photos. They were either intimately posing together—in the boss's car, on the street, in a restaurant, and even in what looked like a hotel room! Besides the photos of the two of them together, there were also some solo shots of my wife, which seemed to have been taken by her boss with her phone. Without exception, in these solo photos, my wife was always dressed exceptionally beautifully, meticulously made up. It looked like they were on a date, and the boss had captured her at her best.

I glanced at my wife with a complicated expression. Was this woman in the phone photo, so intimately entwined with another man, really the wife who slept next to me, the one I'd shared so many years with?

They say women are born actresses, so was all of this real? Or was it an act? Or was she acting with me? Or with him? I carefully put the phone back in its place. That night, I couldn't sleep a wink.

[The End]

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