Stalking an adulterer

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It's Saturday again. Xiaoyu left around 9 a.m. as usual. I woke up and she was already gone. There was breakfast on the table, but it was cold. I quickly got dressed and followed her downstairs, keeping a distance of about 100 meters.

Watching her back, I thought, "Why didn't she wake me up today? She just left, wearing a denim skirt, black stockings, and high heels. Dressed so provocatively, she must be going to a hotel." I followed her, keeping a distance of 200 meters, keeping track of her. After leaving the residential area, I hailed a taxi first, afraid she would recognize me if I drove my own car.

I got into the taxi, and the driver asked me where I was going. I said I'd wait a bit. The driver seemed a little confused and started the meter. Xiaoyu hailed a car on her phone by the roadside. After a few minutes, a car arrived. I told the driver to follow the car in front of us, and the driver seemed to understand immediately. In the end, both cars stopped in front of the budget hotel. The driver silently shook his head, and I paid and got out.

I lit a cigarette but didn't dare go in. Looking at my watch, a full 15 minutes passed before I saw through the glass door that no one was at the front desk, and only then did I go in. Once inside, I asked the receptionist for Xiaoyu's name and her room number, but she said it was confidential and against regulations.

I pleaded for a long time to no avail. Finally, I called her close and told her that she was my wife, and I had given her her birth certificate and asked her to make a copy for her records. She seemed sympathetic and quietly told me, and I booked a room next door. I

quickly went up to my room. The environment wasn't great; it wasn't a regular budget hotel, but a room charged by the hour. The receptionist talked to me for a while, but I threw down 100 yuan, saying we'd settle the bill later, too lazy to listen.

The room wasn't big, maybe 20 square meters? It had a small bathroom. I locked the door, pressed my face against the wall, and could vaguely hear some sounds. I looked on the table and found a roll of toilet paper. I took it and pulled a glass from the cabinet under the TV. I pressed the glass against the wall; I could hear it very clearly, since there was only one wall separating us.

The TV was blaring from inside. But I was on the wall with the TV, and logically, since the room layouts are all the same, their bed should be behind that wall. I listened patiently, and after a few minutes, sure enough, I heard sounds.

They got into bed, and the sounds carried through the glass, so clear I couldn't miss a single word. I guessed they were lying in bed, their backs against the wall.

The man's voice was deep, sounding older than my age. The two of them were laughing and talking in bed. Hearing Xiaoyu laughing and joking with another man made my heart ache.

The man suggested taking a bath together, but Xiaoyu said no, the bathroom was too small, and she wasn't used to bathing together, saying she'd never bathed with her husband before. The man pleaded with her, it sounded like he was practically dragging her into the bathroom, and then the sound of the TV was gone again.

I lit a cigarette and smoked. What was I doing? Shouldn't I have gone over and kicked down the door to catch them in the act? But then I thought again, hadn't I already accepted the fact that Xiaoyu was seeing other men? After all, she needed sex too.

I stepped onto the sofa, opened the window, and peeked out to the left of the next room. Their windows were very close, probably just a step away. I stepped onto the air conditioner unit on the wall, turned on my phone's recording function, and quietly stood by their window. I guessed the couple was so engrossed in their passion that neither of them was looking outside.

This was the third floor, and outside was a parking lot. I prayed they wouldn't draw the curtains.

Back inside, I simply sat on the table, held a cup against the wall, and listened. They finished and went back to bed.

"How was it? Taking a shower together was great! Go home and shower your husband too, with your big boobs!" the man said. "I don't want to!" Xiaoyu said.

Holy crap, shower with boobs? My mind started imagining that scene. Would it be my wife naked, covering her boobs in shower gel, rubbing them all over the man's body?

"You should give your husband a little sweetness, maybe he'll become more capable!" the man said. "Capable? How capable? If she becomes capable, I won't bother you anymore!" Could Xiaoyu really say something like that? She's usually so serious and cute with me.

"Oops, I misspoke." "You deserve a beating!" "Haha!" The two laughed.

"Hey!" "Stop! You're not allowed to hit yourself!" "No one is allowed to hit my husband! I'll be heartbroken if you hurt him.

" Xiaoyu's voice was so gentle.

"Hey, you've come here to see your husband, me, behind your husband's back." the man said.

"Yeah, you're my husband."

... "Ugh, never mind, come in quickly, husband." Xiaoyu chattered. Holy

crap, how can she be so sexually unsatisfied, actually begging a man? This can't be Xiaoyu!

Then my ears were filled with the sounds of flesh slapping, so fast, [slap slap slap slap] the sounds of collisions, fast and prolonged. As I listened, I thought, if this were me, it would probably be over by now.

"Come closer," the man suddenly said.

"No, just keep pressing down on me like this!" "No, don't come out!" "Ugh, this seems..."

"Seems like what?"

[Like...like a puppy.]

Then came Xiaoyu's continuous screams, so shrill. This man must be really something; usually, Xiaoyu only whimpers a few times when she's under me. This series of screams was so stimulating. What does my wife look like now? Is her hair messy, and is she in pain?

Xiaoyu isn't very tall, only 160cm. How tall is the man behind her?

How long is his penis? Will he hurt Xiaoyu? My mind was filled with fantasies about what was happening next door, and I realized my crotch was hard.

Why? Hearing my wife being fucked by another man next door, and I got hard. I unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and it was rock hard, at its peak.

[Ahhhhhh, husband, ahhhhh, so intense! Deeper, all the way in, husband, oh…] Xiaoyu's cries echoed in my ears, and she kept calling that man "husband." I couldn't believe my penis was hard. I touched the head of my penis with my finger; it was sticky and wet.

God, what's going on? Am I born with a cuckold fetish? Touching the head of my penis felt so good, and listening to my wife's cries, a strange sense of excitement welled up inside me. I couldn't control myself at all; my hand had already started stroking the foreskin up and down.

I closed my eyes, and everything went black... then it lit up again. There was a blurry image of a burly man kneeling behind Xiaoyu. His hands were gripping Xiaoyu's waist, and his broad lower body was thrusting powerfully into Xiaoyu's buttocks. All

I could see was Xiaoyu. She was supporting herself with her hands, her small, round breasts swinging rapidly. Her expression wasn't one of pain; she was opening her mouth and screaming, her beautiful hair hanging in the air, whipping around wildly.

【Oh…】I shuddered, just waking from my dream. My hand was still gripping my penis, and spurts of semen shot out, a good half-meter away, a very powerful spray, like someone who's been holding their pee and is now letting it out with all their might. I couldn't believe I'd ejaculated like that.

The semen landed on the table; the first two spurts even sprayed off the surface. Whew… I got off the table and lay on the bed, no longer paying attention to what was happening next door. I only knew that it was still going on.

Oh well… whatever, I'll go home. I carefully climbed out the window, one foot inside, the other out on the outdoor unit, carefully using my fingers to grab my phone, and went home.

When I got home, I held my phone and watched the video I had recorded. The image was blurry, probably from dust on the window, but I could still see a man and a woman rolling around on the bed. The man… he was pretty much as I had imagined, indeed tall and imposing.

They changed positions in the video; when the man pinned Xiaoyu down, all I could see was his large buttocks moving rapidly. Compared to him, Xiaoyu looked so small. The man even fucked Xiaoyu from behind, his large hands gripping her waist. Xiaoyu's legs were probably only half the thickness of his.

I watched the 20-minute video over and over again, my heart sinking. I don't remember how many times I watched it, maybe a dozen or so. Then I heard Xiaoyu taking out her keys to open the door. I quickly regained my composure, turned off my phone, and sat on the sofa pretending to watch TV.

"You're back! Where did you go?" I asked gently.

"Oh, something came up at work! They're organizing some kind of event, and I suddenly had to go to a meeting to discuss the publicity. Ugh, so annoying, having to work overtime on the weekend, how awful!" Xiaoyu was quite convincing, speaking as if it were the truth.

I just agreed without calling her out on it.

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