The cheating wife

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At lunchtime at home, I noticed my wife, sitting across from me at the table, didn't look well. She didn't say a word,

just silently ate her food with her head down, unlike usual when she'd urge me to eat, calling me "husband" this and "husband" that. After eating only

half a bowl, she sat down on the sofa to drink water, holding her empty teacup for a long time, her gaze seemingly fixed on

something. She looked preoccupied. When I asked her what was wrong, she just shook her head vaguely

and said, "Maybe I have a bit of a cold, my head feels a little uncomfortable."

I didn't think much of it, just told her to take some medicine after lunch, and if she wanted to rest, to ask her boss

for leave from work, and to take care of herself.

As soon as I finished eating, I hurriedly grabbed my briefcase, ready to leave, because I had an appointment that afternoon

to discuss a contract with a client from Hongda Company.

Just as I was putting on my shoes and about to leave, my wife suddenly called out to me, "Honey, when are you coming back this afternoon?"

"Oh, I told you yesterday, I might have dinner with a client

tonight Don't wait for me for dinner. If you're really feeling unwell, take some medicine and get some sleep. Don't go to work." I

said, turning back as I opened the door.

"Honey, hug me."

"Sweetie, I'll be right back to be with you as soon as I'm done." I turned around and gently

hugged . A feeling of guilt welled up inside me for not being able to spend more time with her while she was sick because of work. I

kissed her forehead with utmost tenderness. My wife looked up at me from my arms, smoothed

the hair , smiled, kissed my cheek back, and released my arms, gesturing for me to hurry up. I rushed

downstairs.

As soon as I reached the lobby of the Yisheng Hotel, I saw Mr. Zhang, my client, walking towards me from the lobby coffee bar,

extending his right hand to shake mine from afar. I quickly went to greet him and shook his hand.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Xiao Liu. We were supposed to talk about the contract this afternoon,

but something urgent came up at my company, and I have to rush back to handle it. How about this,

I'll come to your company first thing tomorrow morning to sign the contract. Actually, there's nothing that needs to be changed in the contract, and

we don't need to discuss anything further. This deal is definitely with you."

Before I could speak, Mr. Zhang apologized again. "Okay, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. I'm really sorry,

but my company urgently needs me to go back to handle this."

He glanced at his watch and looked at me with a troubled expression.

"It's alright, you're busy. Signing tomorrow is the same, no rush. See you tonight."

I shook his hand firmly, conveying a message of trust. Mr. Zhang seemed very grateful and shook his hand

firmly in return . "That's settled then, I'll take my leave now."

After seeing Mr. Zhang and his secretary, Xiao Wang, out of the hotel, I was happy to have half a day to rest, so I took a

taxi home.

When I got to the door, I gently inserted the key into the lock and opened the door, careful not to wake my wife who was taking a nap.

As soon as I entered, I noticed a pair of large, black men's European-style leather shoes on the shoe rack by the door. "Who would

come to my house during lunchtime when everyone is heading to work?" I wondered. Besides, even if there were guests home,

they should be sitting in the living room, especially since my wife is the only woman at home. Why was the living room empty?

Just as I was wondering, I suddenly heard a man's voice coming from the bedroom. I found it strange;

my wife was home alone, so why would she bring a male guest to the bedroom? So I took off my shoes and

quietly . The door wasn't closed properly, and through the crack, I was

stunned by what I saw.

A tall, greasy-haired, pot-bellied man was lying shirtless on my bed, and my wife, with her back to the door

, was sitting on the edge of the bed, picking up the man's shirt.

I instantly felt a scorching rage rise in my chest, the flames relentlessly burning my wildly

beating heart. The boiling blood in my ventricles surged powerfully through my arteries to my brain,

accumulating until it felt like my seven orifices were about to burst from my eyes, nostrils, and

ears. I raised my leg to kick the door, but in that instant, I stopped mid-air.

A lewd thought seized my mind, defeating my reason; a

wicked stood in my way. It tantalized and urged me on: no man could

bear to see his woman's body possessed by another, especially not in front of him.

Yet no man had the quiet, unseen

opportunity to witness his beloved being violated, especially as a real, live witness. But now you had it—you

had the chance to see her

having an affair .

This vile thought was desperately searching for the filthy thoughts deep within me. It was stirring up

another part of myself within my inner world, searching for the most shameless and depraved things that could arouse my belief in it, my submission

to it, to make me conform to its corrupt ways. It wanted to persuade me, desperately trying to make me have a lewd thought, desperately trying to make

me lower my raised, angry leg, desperately trying to make me secretly want to peep at my wife between another

man's legs.

Finally, I slowly lowered my raised leg again. I admitted the filth in my bones, I admitted the lust in my

bones . I admitted that I had been defeated by another, depraved self controlled by inner demons. I chose

to peep! I tiptoed to a dark corner where I wouldn't be easily seen from inside the door.

"My husband went to discuss a contract this afternoon, but he might be back soon. Didn't you say you wouldn't come to my house to bother

me? Please, please leave. Can't I come to see you tonight, Mr. Zhao?" It was my wife's voice.

"I just want to fuck you in your own home, in your husband's bed. Your husband went out on business this afternoon and probably won't be

back for long. What are you afraid of? Stop arguing and hurry up and hand over everything I brought!" The

fat man said, pulling my wife's hair down forcefully.

"It hurts! You're hurting me! Let go!" My wife

cried softly, pulling on the man's hand that was pulling her hair.

"Hurry up, let me kiss you first." The man showed no intention of letting go; instead, he pulled my

wife .

My wife's mouth was completely enveloped by the fat man's thick lips, who deliberately made "smacking"

kissing sounds. He still wouldn't let go of her hair.

"Suck my tongue," the fat man commanded, extending his long tongue. My wife could only wince in pain, barely managing to open

her beautifully drawn lips to suck on his large tongue. I could say with certainty that

the dark red lipstick and alluring lip lines my wife wore today were unlike anything I'd seen her wear in the two years of our marriage. I believed it was

specially done for this fat man.

"Mmm, that feels good, damn it, even your saliva smells sweet," the fat man said after kissing my wife for a while, then released her.

"Your husband is truly blessed to have a woman like you, but he doesn't know I've given him a cuckold's

horns . Haha..." The fat man laughed triumphantly, his laughter like a sword piercing my heart, blood

spurting from the wound into my internal organs.

"Hurry up and take off your clothes, let me fuck you properly on his turf today."

"Just this once, okay? I'm really scared. Don't come to my house again, I'll agree to do it anywhere else , okay

?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take them off, my dick is so hard it's painful. Today I'm going to

fuck you properly on your husband's bed, you slut, hurry up and take them off!"

The fat man said rudely to his wife.

The wife hesitated for a moment, then stood up and started taking off her clothes. To my surprise, she was wearing

the most popular TB bra and panties on the market. I had never seen this kind of underwear before. In my

eyes, been a gentle and virtuous woman, the kind of considerate and dignified woman. The fat man praised her smugly.

"Not bad, this underwear looks really sexy on you. I have good taste, right, baby? Do you like it?"

This fat man actually bought underwear for my wife!

"Speak up, don't fucking be like a dead person," the fat man cursed when his wife didn't speak.

For some unknown reason, my wife was intimidated to this extent by him, submitting completely to him with only slight

resistance .

When she was completely naked, her perfect, mature woman's snow-white body

laid bare before this fat man, I suddenly realized that my wife was

being violated by a stranger, that a stranger was about to enter her beautiful

body .

My wife stood naked beside the bed, beside the fat stranger lying on it, looking somewhat

helpless, her eyes darting around, desperately trying to hide her inner panic. The fat man, however, seemed quite satisfied, watching.

"Hold your breasts in your hands, and slowly turn your body around for me to see."

My wife silently used both hands to lift her two full breasts, and began to turn her body as the fat man instructed,

her movements so slow and stiff.

"That feels so good, saying, 'Please fuck me well today, Master!'"

"Please fuck me well today, Master!"

I actually heard my wife repeat such lewd words. My head spun. Did my

wife really say that? My

wife, who is usually so gentle that she can't even utter a proper curse, would say such subservient things?

The fat man lay on the bed, looking at his wife's fair and shapely body. Suddenly, he impulsively stood up,

walked closer to her, grabbed her hair with his right hand, pulled her face

back, pinched her chin with his left hand, and pressed his thick lips against hers. His wife, still holding her breasts with both hands

, winced in pain, letting out suppressed moans from her throat, letting him bite and nibble on her mouth and face.

She let his unrestrained kisses and sucking produce heart-stopping slurping sounds.

"Say 'Please, Master, fuck me well, enjoy my body well,'"

the fat man would occasionally order his wife to say all sorts of filthy things

.

Every swear word coming from the fat man's mouth disgusted me, but the same filthy words repeated by my wife

excited me inexplicably. I felt my penis throbbing.

"Kneel down," the fat man said, unzipping his pants with one hand and pulling her hair down with the other. My wife, still

holding her breasts with both hands, tilted her head and slowly knelt in front of the fat man's crotch,

her large, swollen penis brazenly erect in front of her face.

"Is it big? Hmm, do you want it to fuck you?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, your penis is very big, I want it to fuck me."

"Open your mouth, let me fuck your mouth first." The fat man held his penis with one hand and lifted

his wife's chin with the other, pinching her cheeks hard. "Yes, like this, make it like the entrance of a vagina so I

can fuck you in."

The fat man seemed very satisfied with his wife opening her mouth as he requested.

"Okay, I'm going to fuck you in now, do you want me to fuck you in?"

"Please fuck me in, Mr. Zhao, fuck me in my mouth, fuck me like you fuck my vagina. I will try my best to give

you the same satisfaction in my mouth." His wife was as obedient as a slave.

"Oh, so good, your mouth is so warm, just like a vagina."

The fat man couldn't help but let out satisfied moans as his penis entered her mouth.

"Yes, suck hard, make a sound."

The bedroom echoed with lewd sounds, the sound of oral sex, the wet

sound . This was something I had never asked my wife to do for me,

yet cupped, letting him hold her head down and thrust into

her rounded, exquisitely sensual mouth like a vagina.

I felt utterly humiliated, yet from this humiliation a strange

pleasure arose. I suddenly wanted this man to thrust harder, to devise even more lewd ways to humiliate my wife.

"Look, what's stuck here?"

the fat man asked, pulling his penis out of my wife's mouth and holding it up to her face.

"My lipstick and saliva," my wife replied, looking at the thick, saliva-covered penis in front of her face.

"No, it's your vaginal fluid, the fluid secreted from your vagina."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, it's the fluid secreted from my vagina."

"I want to slap your lewd face with my penis, which is covered in your lipstick and saliva, okay?"

"Please, Mr. Zhao, slap my lewd face with your penis!"

At this moment, my wife seemed to have lost all sense of shame. Her breasts, which she was still holding with her hands, began to rise and fall dramatically with her

rapid breathing. I believe she had entered a state of sexual debauchery,

and had developed a strange anticipation for the upcoming sexual abuse.

The fat man straddled my wife's shoulders, holding her head between his laps. He pulled

her hair back with his left hand, tilting her face up, while his right hand gripped the base of his penis, like a fleshy whip, and

began to slap her face repeatedly. The rhythmic slapping sounds of his penis hitting her face

reached my ears, and I felt my heart pounding at an alarming rate. I pressed my hand against my chest, as if

pressing on my heart that was about to burst out of my chest. I felt ashamed of my own depravity, watching my wife being abused like a sex slave by a strange

man without any reaction, but instead feeling sexually aroused, even hoping for the abuse to

last longer and become more frenzied.

The fat man lashed out at my wife, repeatedly asking, "Is this how you hit me? Hmm, is this how you hit me?"

With each heavy blow from his penis, my wife frowned, her eyes tightly shut, gently twisting

her face as if trying to dodge, or perhaps using different parts of her body to receive the blows. This reaction seemed

to be exactly what the fat man wanted, thus eliciting even more violent blows. The continuous slapping sounds, accompanied by

the fat man's low, short nasal sounds, echoed throughout the small bedroom. My wife began to

moan softly from her throat, "Hmm...hmm...ah..."

"Hit me, Mr. Zhao, hit my lewd face, like this, like this...like this..."

At this moment, my wife's facial expression began to show confusion; what kind of pleasure, what kind of satisfaction, was this?

I could clearly see my wife's throat bobbing up and down with excitement and agitation, and hear her

increasingly rapid breathing. Her moans began to change, becoming more and more intense.

"I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death, you slut," the fat man said, his excitement growing, each blow harder than the last. My wife's

face was covered in more and more lipstick and saliva from his penis, her expression filled with lewdness. In the dim

bedroom light, it gleamed with a mesmerizingly erotic glow.

The fat man's rough actions and vulgar, insulting language no longer disgusted me, no longer made me feel deeply insulted;

instead, they aroused an even stronger sexual urge within me. I even began to feel fortunate that I hadn't stormed in earlier;

I even shamelessly hoped he would be even more violent.

The fat man seemed to have tired of whipping her. He released his grip on his wife's hair, put his hands on his hips, and straightened his thick,

drool-covered penis, commanding, "Alright, now it's your turn to serve me properly. Suck me for a while ."

His wife opened her eyes, which were glazed and even somewhat intoxicated. Her hands were still supporting her round breasts, but

her nipples were clearly starting to swell.

She tilted her head back and sucked on the fat man's glans. "Put your hands behind your back, like you're tied up," the fat man said, moving his wife's hands

behind and clasping them together.

"Yes, like that, suck like a dog, like a bitch."

I was increasingly aroused by the fat man's obscene words. I wanted him to say more and more vulgar

things to insult my wife. My heart was completely submerged in a sea of lust, without any will to struggle

.

The wife's mouth emitted soft "puff...puff..." sounds as she sucked air. Her sunken

cheeks, her sensual lips, and the ecstatic expression on her face as she relentlessly stroked the thick penis—

all of was enough to drive any man mad. The increasing saliva in her mouth made each

stroke louder than the last. The saliva propelling the penis in and out made it reflect light even more intensely.

The once-defined lip line on her lips began to blur, the dark red lipstick spreading

beyond the lip line with the overflowing saliva, making everything appear so obscene.

Perhaps the fat man felt she wasn't sucking deep enough, so he pressed her head down and thrust his

thick waist forward forcefully. Instinctively, the wife moved her hands from behind her back to the front, pushing against the fat man's abdomen

to prevent him from penetrating too deeply. Unexpectedly, the fat man roughly yanked her hair, causing his wife to cry out in pain.

Taking advantage of

the gurgling sound.

His wife spat out the long, sticky penis from her mouth, tilted her head, coughed, and tears streamed down her face. She

gently wiped the sticky fluid and tears from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, looked up at the fat man reproachfully, as if

pleading for him to stop being so rough. But the fat man ignored her, grabbed her hair, and brought his penis

back to her mouth. His wife obediently opened her mouth to receive the thick member. But this time, she was more careful, using her hands to resist

the fat man's violent thrusts.

"Damn it, put your hands behind your back,"

the fat man forcefully yanked his wife's hair, causing her to wince in pain and whisper, "Be gentle,

Mr. Zhao, you're hurting me," she said, then put her hands behind her waist above her buttocks. Just as the fat man was about to thrust again

, his wife instinctively placed her hand on his lower abdomen. This seemed to enrage him.

He pushed her away and ordered, "You're shameless! Go, bring me what I brought."

His wife slowly stood up from the floor and walked to the bedside, picked up the bag the man had brought, and

dumped its contents onto the bed. I was stunned by what I saw in the bag—it was full of

sadomasochistic tools I had seen online: whips, ropes, an electric dildo, a butterfly blindfold, handcuffs, candles, a collar…

My

heart pounded in my chest. I was afraid he would hurt my wife, yet I also anticipated seeing how he

would abuse her. My heart was filled with feelings I couldn't quite describe.

The fat man handcuffed his wife's hands behind her back and ordered her to kneel again. This time, however, he wasn't

in a hurry to torture her. Instead, he stood at a distance, watching this naked, beautiful woman, making her look up at him,

and then slowly moving her knees to his crotch. The fat man lifted his wife's face with his hands and commanded, "Say

, 'Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my lewd mouth instead of my vagina to relieve your penis's lust.'"

"Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my lewd mouth instead of my vagina to relieve your penis's fire,"

the wife repeated softly, her eyes closed. *Slap!* The fat man slapped her lightly.

"Damn it, unwilling? It's like a mosquito's buzz."

"Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my lewd mouth instead of my vagina to relieve your penis's fire,"

the wife repeated, her eyes open.

"Hahaha, that's right, this is how you get your kicks,"

the fat man said, pressing his wife's head down with both hands and slowly sliding his penis into her mouth.

The bedroom echoed with the distinctive gurgling sounds of oral sex, wet gurgling sounds.

Because his wife's hands were handcuffed, the fat man thrust his penis even more recklessly, pumping

in and out violently. With each deep thrust, gurgling sounds could be heard from deep within her throat, and occasionally, she would

gag from the force of the thrust. The deep penetration of the penis into her throat caused my wife's mouth to produce even more sticky saliva. Much of

this saliva was occasionally dragged out of her mouth by the penis during long thrusts, dripping down her chin onto

her breasts and the floor.

I was deeply shocked by the scene before me. Such obscene scenes were only

seen in Japanese AV films, yet I was witnessing them live on my wife and a man—and this

man wasn't me. My gentle and virtuous wife, whom I had cherished and loved so much, was now

a stranger's tool for sexual gratification. Her mouth, which had once given me countless tenderness and affection, was now being

brutally thrust into and humiliated by a crude man with his thick, dark penis.

I felt a pang of pain mixed with shame, a surge of pleasure. I wished this moment would last forever, that our three souls and

bodies could remain in this depraved world, and that I would never wake up.

My wife tried several times to pull away from the penis in her mouth to catch her breath, because she was choking from the deep penetration,

tears streaming down her face, and she was gagging incessantly. Her face began to flush red. But the fat man relentlessly thrust in and

out.

His wife's twisting head was held firmly in place, and she could only desperately utter "Mmm...mmm...

ah..." sounds of pleading from her throat. Her pained expression only excited the fat man more.

"Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death!" The fat man's pace quickened, deepening the thrusts, and gurgling sounds

echoed from deep within her throat as she endured the pain. My heart was twisted into a tangled mess by those gurgling sounds. My wife!

Should I come to your rescue, or should I continue to let you suffer so that I can derive pleasure from your pain?

The fat man finally gave up, perhaps not wanting to ejaculate too quickly. He grabbed his wife

's hair and pulled her face back sharply, slapping her face repeatedly with his hand as it was covered in sticky fluid. "Feels good

? Hmm? You slut! Want me to fuck your mouth again?"

"Gently, gently," his wife pleaded, her brows furrowed. "Don't hurt me."

"Damn it, I'm asking you if you still want it.

" "..."

"Speak, you fucking bitch. Has your husband ever fucked you like this? Hmm?"

"No."

"Am I better or is your husband better?"

...

"Speak, is my penis better or your husband's?"

"Mr. Zhao, please, don't ask me that, okay?"

"Feel bad for your husband? Haha... I want this feeling from you. So good! Come on, let

me continue to fuck you properly for your husband."

The fat man grabbed his wife's hair and pulled it upwards. His wife endured the pain and stood up, but

the fat man pushed her back onto the bed.

"Lie down, dangle your head over the edge of the bed, let me continue fucking your mouth."

The wife's hands were bound behind her back, forcing her to slowly lie down. The fat man pulled

her hair, forcing her to adjust her position as he demanded.

Her head was now dangling at the foot of the bed, her face positioned directly between the fat man's crotch.

He admired the beautiful woman's naked body, his erection throbbing rhythmically with excitement.

Finally, he thrust his thick penis into her mouth again. This time, he seemed

much , supporting himself on the edge of the bed with one hand while gently stroking her breasts and lower abdomen with the other,

his hips moving slowly, his penis rhythmically pumping in and out of her mouth.

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