A deal was reached with the lying wife

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Meiyu has gone out for three weekends in a row. She told me she was going to hang out with her girlfriends. Today is Saturday, and she got up really early, skipping her weekend sleep-in. I became suspicious. Even if she really went out, her girlfriends wouldn't sleep in? No way!

After she left, I texted her to ask where she went. I was terrified she might be cheating on me.

She told me so honestly, saying she went to a Carrefour supermarket on a certain road. I thought that was our usual supermarket, not far away, so it seemed true. But then I thought, why not go check it out?

I drove there quickly. It took about half an hour, from getting up to getting to the supermarket. I parked the car, stared intently at the supermarket entrance, and then called her.

I said I suddenly really wanted her to buy me a carton of cigarettes, and I was just asking if she was still at the supermarket. She hesitated on the other end, as if she wanted to say no, but then said yes, no problem. I thought, okay, I'll wait here!

I waited for two whole hours, but she didn't come out of the small supermarket. I thought to myself, she can't be here, she's lying to me!

I called her again and said I had something urgent to do and drove out to meet a friend. I said I'd be at Carrefour soon and asked if she was out yet, offering to pick her up. She immediately said she'd already left the supermarket and was at her sister's house, mumbling that she'd take the bus home and didn't need me to pick her up, telling me to go home and rest, saying it was the weekend.

I knew she was probably lying, but I had no idea where she was. I had no choice but to drive home.

I was already on high alert about her, but she still naively thought I hadn't noticed anything. Until two nights later.

That night, I took off and threw away the silicone case on my white iPhone because I always felt it was bad for heat dissipation. Without the case, our white iPhones looked exactly the same. We usually distinguished them by the silicone case.

After dinner, we watched TV for a while. Then she took my iPhone and went to the bathroom. At first, I didn't notice. When I took it from her, she called out to me from the toilet that she had taken the wrong phone. I said, "Oh well, it's okay, we can look at anything important later."

I looked at the phone next to me; it was hers. I picked it up to look at it. We never look at each other's phones because we respect each other's privacy! But I knew her password, so I unlocked it and opened WeChat without thinking… There was a man's profile picture, right above mine!

I opened it and saw a lot of messages. The last message was from my wife: "If you want to vent in the future, just call me!

"

My head was about to explode. I quickly scrolled up the messages—damn, thousands! I couldn't possibly read them all. Just then, I heard the toilet flush. I quickly scrolled back to the bottom, put it back where I left it, and quietly went into the study.

She came out, and I heard footsteps. She quickly went to get her phone, then came into my room and gave mine back. Then she said, "You play your game, I'm going to watch TV in the bedroom." And then she happily left.

What game? My computer screen was black, the computer wasn't even on. She was so happy, she must have gone to chat with a man on WeChat.

I lit a cigarette, slumped onto the table, my head throbbing, my mind a jumbled mess. Not a ball of yarn, but a tangled mess of wire, full of forks, pricking my heart with all sorts of pain.

I saw a message: "If you want to vent in the future, just call me!" Damn it, she definitely went to see that man today. The past few weekends were the same, she'd be there all day.

Ugh… what should I do? But thinking calmly, Meiyu is good, I can't bear to divorce her, especially since we've only been married for less than six months. She's so beautiful, naturally men pursue her. I haven't satisfied her, so why should I stop her from seeing other men? If it's just about finding a man to release her desires, then I should just accept it!

I told myself this for a long time, then went to bed. She was still on her phone, but as soon as she saw me, she turned it off.

The bedroom was pitch black with the lights off. I held her small body from behind in bed, her skin smooth and delicate. I touched her buttocks. Hmm? Lace panties? I continued to touch her buttocks. These panties were so small; the waistband already reached her buttocks, and most of her buttocks were outside the fabric. I pinched her panties; they were so thin, like a thin layer of gauze.

She probably sensed my interest in her panties and pushed my hand away, saying, "Go to sleep, I'm sleepy, don't touch me.

"

I said, "It's okay, I've never seen these panties before, but they feel so nice!"

Seeing that I didn't ask anything else, she let me touch her. I touched the front; it was really thin and sheer, like a thin layer of gauze. I could clearly feel the pubic hair, which was a little prickly. I ran my fingers along the edge of the panties; it was only about the size of my palm. There was a bow on the waistband, and the bow looked like it was actually tied, not just for decoration.

I turned over and went to sleep too.

The next morning, she stirred beside me, and I woke up, as if something was on my mind. But this wasn't the case every day; she always got up first, washed, put on makeup, and then laboriously woke me up, who was sleeping like a log.

I slightly opened my eyes, pretending not to be awake. She wasn't wary at all, and hadn't expected me to wake up so early. Then she got up and went to the bathroom, her upper body bare, her breasts perfectly round and plump. I glanced at her underwear.

At first glance, it was flesh-colored, almost like she was naked. From behind, I could clearly see her buttocks and the cleft, making the underwear transparent.

Sigh… I closed my eyes and dozed off for another five minutes. I knew she would sit at the vanity in the corner to put on makeup after washing up, so I turned over, facing that direction, and continued to pretend to be asleep. Soon, she wasn't wearing a bra, just like when she got up. She went into the bedroom and sat in front of the vanity. I tried to keep my eyes half-closed because if she looked at me in the mirror, she could roughly see me.

The chair at the dressing table had no backrest; it was a stool, usually tucked under the table. I watched as her long hair cascaded down her bare back. Sitting there, only the edge of her waistband was visible, revealing a long cleft in her buttocks. Those sexy panties were probably what she wore yesterday when she was fooling around with that man.

After applying some light makeup, she got up, opened the folding door to the sunroom, put down a clothes rack, and took down a pair of dried panties. These were just ordinary cotton panties. But there were no curtains in the sunroom. She went to get her clothes there first thing in the morning, her upper body and lower body practically naked! Wasn't she afraid of being seen? Besides, I only live on the second floor.

I couldn't imagine her changing her panties and then going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I got up and picked up the underwear I'd just taken off from the foot of the bed. I stretched it open with both hands; it was so small, so tiny. The crotch was barely an inch wide, with no lining whatsoever—just a thin, flesh-colored mesh. There were wet patches on the crotch. It didn't look like male semen; I figured it was her own secretions that had soaked it.

I looked enough, tossed the underwear back onto the bed, and she came in, picked it up, and started putting it in the closet. Even though my back was to the closet, I heard her push open the door. She didn't open the usual underwear drawer, but rather the bottom jewelry box. There was a crisp click as the clasp was unlocked, then she put the underwear in and closed it again. I couldn't open that box; it had a combination lock. I knew she'd hidden something in there.

We continued like this: she'd wake me, I'd pretend to be sleepy, then get up, eat breakfast, drive her to work, and then go to my own.

She worked in the police propaganda office, with a very regular work schedule, going home on time almost every weekday. I figured unless she skipped work during the day, she wouldn't have time to meet that guy.

Then Friday night, we went to bed early and did it again. Since seeing the doctor, I felt much less stressed, and recently I felt relieved because she had another man outside, so she didn't need to constantly seek satisfaction from me anymore. Even if I didn't perform well, she had other men to satisfy her! So I wasn't nervous at all.

That night, I really wanted to have sex with her. Maybe knowing she'd lie about going on a date again the next day, I pushed her into bed early after dinner. She understood what I meant and said with a grin, "What's wrong with my husband today? Did he want to... you know...? Did he see some pretty girl during the day?" She teased me.

I said, "Could you wear those flesh-colored panties you wore last time?"

As soon as I said that, she immediately stopped, as if something was on her mind, and then, feigning composure, said, "Why do I have to wear those?" "Aren't you going to take it off anyway?"

I said, "No, I touched it that night, but I didn't even see what it looked like. You should change now."

She thought for a moment and agreed, but then asked me to wait in the living room. She closed the bedroom door, changed inside, and came out.

I immediately got an erection. Not only did she look very sexy, but I also imagined other men having sex with her.

I haven't written for a month. The days just pass by like this. I think I really have a cuckold fetish. In the past month, I've read a lot about cuckolds—movies, novels, pictures—and chatted with many like-minded friends online. With their encouragement, I seriously considered it for a month and decided to accept this fact.

As long as the marriage isn't broken by disharmony in our sex life, our marriage is perfect. So, I decided to take the initiative to solve this problem.

That night, after getting into bed and turning off the lights, I felt the time was right. Only in this atmosphere could I talk about sex. Meiyu is so conservative in front of me.

I held her, the words swirling in my mind. Seeing that she was about to fall asleep, I finally decided to say it.

I asked Meiyu if she was satisfied with our sex life. She hesitated, startled by my sudden question, but I sensed she didn't want to avoid the topic anymore, so she said she was somewhat dissatisfied.

I said, "Okay, I really want to try harder in this area, but it's not always what we want." She said she understood, that she felt my pain and inner pressure.

After a few more words, the atmosphere relaxed considerably. It was the first time the couple had discussed this topic. I sat up, lit a cigarette, and said, "Yuyu, if you want to pursue satisfaction, you can find a man."

"Huh? I don't!" She immediately sat up to explain, a gesture I still vividly remember.

"Hehe, I meant you can go find someone else, I didn't say anything else!" "Looks like you've confessed without being asked." After I said that, she lowered her head and didn't speak, as if she couldn't explain. After all, she was an honest and good girl, not good at lying.

"Honey, I won't go find someone else because of this..." She started to say, but I covered her mouth with my hand.

"Yu Yu, this is normal. I think our marriage is good in every way, it's just that you're not satisfied in this aspect, I know. So let's solve this problem, it's very simple." I spoke very rationally, as if solving a small problem.

"Actually, it's just about sleeping with men. You'll always be my wife!" I talked more and more, and she listened attentively. "I

've been observing you these past few days, you have a man, right? Don't worry, I won't blame you. I just want to be open about it, so it's no longer a secret between us, no more hiding every day." I finished my cigarette in a few puffs.

"You really think so?" Mei Yu finally spoke, and by saying that, she basically admitted it.

"Yes, I'm very clear-headed."

...We didn't sleep all night, talking non-stop, revealing all our thoughts without reservation. Meiyu said the man was her colleague, in the same office, tall and strong, about 1.9 meters. At first, Meiyu didn't like him, but after marriage, she became dissatisfied and increasingly attracted to the tall, muscular man. During the day at work, she would often stare at him blankly and then start fantasizing about her manhood.

I listened quietly to her story, calmly and understandingly.

Later, Meiyu started chatting with him on WeChat. The man was called Ping Ge, that's what Meiyu called him. He was almost 40, the only older man in the office. There were four people in their office: Ping Ge and the three women. The other two women weren't married, and one was single. In terms of looks, they weren't on the same level as Meiyu.

Ping Ge was naturally very kind to the three women, often giving them shoulder massages or something—not inappropriate between colleagues—but Meiyu had developed feelings for him. She said that once, when the other two women went out shopping, only the two of them were in the office. Meiyu complained that her shoulders were sore, so Ping naturally came over to massage them. Since they were alone in the room, Ping's actions became more varied, evolving from massaging to touching. He touched her shoulders, and Meiyu touched his hand. After some playful pushing and shoving, they held hands.

What followed was natural; the unspoken understanding was broken. They chatted on WeChat every night, and after less than three days, it was the weekend. Ping invited her to dinner under some pretext. They had lunch, and then in the mall's underground parking lot, they had sex in his car. Meiyu said she was completely defenseless. Especially after Ping took that thing out.

I didn't blame her; instead, I enjoyed listening to her talk about her relationships with men. I even made Meiyu continue, telling me how she and Ping did it in the car, every detail. Only then did Meiyu start to feel disgusted, saying she didn't want to talk about it, how could she talk about what she did with someone else in front of her husband?

We both took a short nap before dawn. In the afternoon, Meiyu suddenly stood in front of me and said, "Honey, um..." She stammered, standing ramrod straight in front of me like a student being punished.

"Are we going out?" "Is it Ping?" I asked her calmly while playing on the computer.

"Yes," she nodded. "It's the weekend again." "Ah," she said, hanging her head in shame. "I explained to him that my husband might know, but he still... he still contacted me!" After she finished speaking, she lowered her head in shame.

I didn't say anything. After a few seconds of silence, Meiyu said, "Honey, if you don't agree, I won't go. I'll never go again!" Her eyes were a little red.

I quickly put down the mouse, stood up, and, holding her shoulder, said casually, "Oh, people are waiting for you. Go on, have fun! Now you're free of worries, right? Didn't we reach an agreement last night? Why are you still hesitating? Go on." I pushed her to the door, watching her small feet in black stockings, which, at my urging, had put on high heels.

"Then...then, honey, should I go?" she asked, looking at me.

I opened the door for her and told her to go quickly.

I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. I don't know why, but watching Meiyu leave, knowing she was going to get fucked again, this time openly, filled me with mixed feelings. So many emotions were swirling within me—one moment I was happy for her, the next I felt sad, and then I felt excited and amused.

[The End]

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