[New Year's Troubles - My Wife's Unfaithful Affair] (Witnessing my wife being raped on New Year's Eve)

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New Year's Troubles—My Wife's Infidelity

This is a real trouble that still plagues me and I can't escape it, yet it carries

a strange thrill, making it difficult to define precisely.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, my wife and I returned home, each busily preparing for various

New Year's entertainment activities.

This was our second New Year's Eve since our marriage, and neither of us wanted to abandon our social circles, so we decided

to entertain our own friends. But coincidentally, my wife's and my friends had all booked the same

rock bar ; my friend was in a private room, while my wife's classmate was in the main hall. This way, we avoided

the awkwardness of not being together during the New Year.

To save time, my wife and I each used a separate bathroom to shower. After showering, I went to the master bedroom to find

some clothes, and what I saw excited me. The air conditioner was on, and my wife

was putting on makeup at the vanity, wearing a black lace lingerie set. Because she was leaning forward, her buttocks, clad in a thong,

looked particularly round and sexy. Most shockingly, she was wearing a pair of long, fishnet stockings. I always thought only

very modern, sexy women wore stockings like these, but it turns out my wife looks just as sexy in them.

To be honest, maybe we're too familiar with each other, so we overlook each other. I didn't say anything; my wife was diligently

putting on her makeup, and I just watched her intently. I admired her full breasts, her snow-white,

round buttocks, and her perfectly proportioned waist in the mirror.

I couldn't help but sigh! Always chasing after those external flowers, forgetting that the flower in my own home is

so beautiful. It's just that constant companionship lacks passion; something so readily available isn't something to be eagerly

devoured. Thinking about it, our sex life, which is basically only once or twice a month, is so rushed, and I felt

a pang of unease. I immediately had an urge to have my way with my wife right now.

I sat behind my wife, kissing her shoulders, my hands instinctively grasping her full breasts.

Caressing her breasts through her soft lace lingerie felt so good. Before I could even savor the moment, my wife

pushed me away, urging me to hurry up and change so we wouldn't be late. I ignored her and continued to try and make love to her

until she got a little angry. Only then did I reluctantly change and go to the lobby to smoke and wait for her.

About ten minutes later, my wife came downstairs. I started paying close attention to her outfit: a blue trench coat, a leather

mini -skirt, knee-high boots, and fishnet stockings. Combined with her curly hair from the New Year, she had the air of a

modern woman. I realized then that my wife had a very mature, sophisticated charm.

When we arrived at our destination, I first went with my wife to greet her classmates at their table—three couples plus

a colleague of my wife's classmate's husband. Since the lobby of the rock bar was very noisy, I said goodbye after a couple of drinks and went to

my friends' private room.

It was New Year's Eve, and my old friends were having a great time drinking. I used the excuse of going to the restroom to drop by my wife's

table; the atmosphere there was very lively. My wife had left her coat at home, only wearing a slightly low-cut

spring/autumn dress. After playing

for

a

while , I glanced in their direction and saw the man standing next to my wife had his hand on her waist.

I quickened my pace and went over. It turned out he was a colleague of my wife's classmate's husband.

When the man saw me, he withdrew his hand. I didn't say anything, and everyone raised their glasses to celebrate the New Year

. Afterward, my wife kissed me and then went back to playing dice and drinking with the man. I started to sized up the

man. He was quite tall, a little younger than us, probably around twenty-six or twenty-seven, and good-looking.

After my wife's classmates and I had a few drinks, the man raised his glass to me and clinked glasses, then handed me a

business card . I glanced at it; his surname was Zhang, and he was a department manager. He seemed quite humble, so I didn't think much of it.

Thinking that my wife rarely goes out, it's okay for her to have some fun occasionally. After a few drinks, I

went back to my friends' private room.

Around 2 AM, I felt quite drunk, but I couldn't avoid drinking more. My stomach felt

terrible , and I was dizzy and lightheaded, so I got up to say goodbye and went to my wife's table. She seemed a bit tipsy too,

so I told her we had to go.

However, her classmates kept urging me to drink more, and after a few more drinks, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited

. I staggered back to the table, and only then did they stop. Since everyone was worried about my wife and me, and Zhang

didn't have a car, they asked him to drive us home. I was so dizzy

and lightheaded that I didn't say anything, and I fell asleep in the car.

A sudden burst of firecrackers woke me up. I felt thirsty, so I turned on the bedside lamp to get some water,

and found a glass of water on the bedside table, which I quickly drank. Just as I was about to turn off the light and go back to sleep, I realized my wife

wasn't in bed. I checked the time; it was almost four o'clock, so I got dressed and got up.

I went to the other bedroom on the second floor, but my wife wasn't there. I thought maybe she was on the first floor, so I

went downstairs. Halfway down the stairs, before I even reached the corner, I heard sounds coming from the television, faintly mixed with

a woman's moans. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be my wife making those sounds? I

sobered up instantly and quickly tiptoed to the corner, slowly peeking out to see what was happening.

What I saw was a scene I'll never forget. The main lights in the living room weren't on, only

the spotlights above the large sofa were on. The television was playing a program, and there were two cups of tea on the coffee table. My wife was only wearing a leather

miniskirt pulled up to her waist and those fishnet stockings I liked, straddling Zhang, who was completely naked. Zhang was holding my wife's

round , his head buried in her chest, constantly kissing her full, white breasts. My wife

was holding Zhang's head, letting him stimulate her breasts, her buttocks swaying back and forth, emitting

moans I had never heard before.

I was stunned by the sight and took two steps back, leaning against the wall. I kept asking myself: Is this my

wife? Is this really my wife? Just as I was still in shock, I suddenly heard my wife let out a

strange cry. Not knowing what was happening, I slowly peeked out again, and saw...

My wife clung tightly to Zhang, her buttocks pressed against his penis, as if everything had frozen in

that moment.

It was all so ironic. My wife and I had been married for two years, and she had never experienced

an orgasm. I, who had never given up searching for prey outside, now found my own wife

the prey of another man, completely conquered in our own home, right before my eyes.

My mind went blank. I didn't know what to do. Strangely,

I felt no anger, only a strange, overwhelming calm. Perhaps this was truly

a cycle . When you focus your attention on other women, your wife is lonely. The comfort she needs

cannot be found with you, but when another man can provide it, will she refuse?

Slowly, the frozen scene before my eyes began to move again. My wife whispered something in Zhang's ear

and then they kissed passionately. Because the television was on, I didn't hear what my wife said. My wife

's buttocks began to sway again, her mouth and hands relentlessly eroding every inch of her skin. Their hunger and desire

were perfectly synchronized, their intertwining a truly exquisite experience.

Unconsciously, without even realizing it, I found my penis was also aroused. I was even a little

scared. What was happening? My wife was being fucked to the point of ecstasy by someone else, and I...

I began a fierce internal struggle. In the end, I couldn't resist

the stimulation from Zhang kneading my wife's breasts, and the allure of her moans I'd never heard before. I started masturbating, enjoying

the pornographic film my wife was acting out.

Soon, my wife's orgasm erupted again, her satisfied cries almost breaking my heart. My wife

sat up next to Zhang, panting, her two swollen breasts rising and falling. My curiosity then

drew my gaze to the penis that had brought my wife to ecstasy.

I have to admit, it was the penis that had just emerged from my wife's vagina. His penis was much larger than mine,

and it was almost touching Zhang's stomach. I suddenly realized that there was no condom on his penis.

My wife always made me wear a condom when we made love, so it seemed she had a good feeling about him.

A strong sense of jealousy welled up inside me, but what could I do at this moment? Even if a person can be forced

to move , can the heart? I should accept it for now and not think too much about it.

Zhang turned his head and kissed my wife's ear while caressing her breasts with one hand. My wife closed her eyes

and enjoyed his caresses and kisses while grabbing his penis in return. Zhang slowly laid my wife down on

the sofa, took off her short skirt, and lay on top of her, playing with her full breasts.

Sometimes he kneaded them, sometimes he caressed them, sometimes he bit her nipples, and sometimes he ran his tongue between her breasts. My wife

hummed softly with excitement, and her hands caressed Zhang's back vigorously.

I don't know how much time passed. I was just gently stroking my own penis, afraid I would

n't be able to hold back and ejaculate because I was so excited.

Zhang pressed down on his wife, spread her legs, grabbed his penis with one hand and positioned it.

After his wife let out a breath, Zhang's lower body began to move violently. Instantly, the entire living room

was filled with lust. The "slap slap" sound of their genitals touching, his wife's passionate cries, and Zhang's panting,

even the sofa creaked excitedly.

Only I dared not make a sound, silently enjoying this special adult film.

The two of them started kissing while they were having sex. His wife's hands were on Zhang's buttocks, helping him to thrust more powerfully

into her. Zhang would occasionally squeeze his wife's high breasts. He simply knelt up,

grabbed his wife's breasts with both hands, and thrust hard. His wife followed his rhythm, responding to his attacks

, constantly emitting extremely excited moans.

After a fierce thrust, Zhang let out a cry and collapsed heavily onto his wife. His wife wrapped

her arms around his back, letting him ejaculate inside her, enjoying herself to the fullest,

completely oblivious to any potential consequences.

I glanced at the clock in the living room, which hadn't stopped for anyone; it was almost five. The two of them were embracing and

whispering . Afraid they'd find out when they were done, I quickly returned to the bedroom and pretended to be asleep

. Lying there with extremely mixed feelings, I waited about ten minutes before my wife tiptoed into the bedroom, grabbed her pajamas, and went to the bathroom to shower

.

I wasn't sleepy at all; I just lay in bed pretending, my mind filled with

the image of Zhang holding my wife's breasts and having sex with her. My penis was hard and throbbing, showing no sign of wanting to rest. After waiting

a long time , still no sign of my wife coming to bed, I got up again to look for her and found her asleep in another bedroom.

Looking at her sleeping, and recalling the passionate scene we'd just shared, I couldn't help but slip into her bed.

My wife, half-asleep, asked, "Are you sober?" I didn't answer, just kept rubbing

her swollen breasts through her pajamas. I'd heard before that a woman's breasts become firmer after an orgasm, and now I finally understood

that legendary suppleness.

Recalling the image of my wife being penetrated, I became incredibly excited. I quickly pulled off her pajamas and

reached down to her genitals; they were already soaking wet—something that had never happened before! I became even more excited,

immediately climbing on top of her and thrusting in, pumping away with all my might.

This time, my wife didn't ask me to use a condom. After a few thrusts, she started moaning excitedly.

Perhaps it was the excitement, or perhaps it was the masturbation I'd just done, but I ejaculated within minutes. My wife pushed me away and went into

the bathroom , and I drifted off to sleep.

These past few days, I've changed myself, trying hard to please my wife, helping her with housework, staying home with her, trying to change

everything that's happened, trying my best to forget what happened that night. But I think my wife has fallen in love with Zhang

's big penis. Today, my wife dressed very sexily and went out, saying she was having a colleague's party and didn't need me to take her.

I secretly followed her to a bar. She sat at a table with only one man, and that

man was Zhang, the one who had brought her to multiple orgasms. I wanted to stop everything from continuing, yet I also hoped it

would happen again before my eyes. Finally, hesitantly, I left the bar and went home.

While asking myself, "What's wrong?", I was also wondering if Zhang was currently fondling my wife's breasts.

Full breasts? Was my wife experiencing another round of intense sex amidst excited moans? I think my

mind has gone awry...

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