[Unexpected discovery of semen on wife's stockings]

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Author: greenlove
First published on the forum on May 12, 2017
Word count: 20517
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This is a personal impromptu novella, somewhat graphic, but definitely stimulating. Everything in this story is
fictional; please do not take it personally. The entire draft is complete; let's see how it is received.
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"Yes, how is my wife now?"
The doctor pulled me out of the ward and whispered to me, "Your wife has been in a coma for at least two days
. It's very dangerous. It's caused by cerebral hypoxia due to suffocation. There are some things
we haven't written in the medical records or reports for various reasons, but since you are her husband, I feel it's necessary to
tell you."
I listened carefully and nodded. "Doctor, please go ahead."
The doctor pulled me aside, looked around to make sure no one was there, and whispered to me, "Your wife is in
a coma due to cerebral hypoxia caused by suffocation, but she has no bruises, indicating there was no struggle. However, according to
our examination, she has maintained a state of sexual arousal even in her coma, and it is subsiding very slowly. I
suspect that the cause of her coma is not that she was harmed by someone else, nor is it due to poison or illness. Your wife may
... I wonder if you've ever heard of the term 'sexual asphyxiation'?"
The doctor's words were as I expected. Seeing that I didn't show the surprised expression he had anticipated, he continued...
"It seems you've heard about this, sir?"
I nodded and asked, "What, doctor, do you think my wife's coma was caused by sexual asphyxiation?"
"...Yes, you might not believe it, but as your wife's attending physician, I feel it's necessary
to tell you that this kind of case is rare, and it's not something that can be cured with injections or medication. It's a psychological issue.
Saving her this time can only treat the symptoms. To cure the root cause, it requires the care
and understanding of her family, especially you as her husband, to stop her from engaging in this dangerous behavior."
I asked him, "Who brought my wife here?"
"A man, who hurriedly carried her to the emergency department."
"Wasn't anyone else there?" I pressed.
"No... I naturally won't pry into your family matters, but since you're my patient and I've noticed
this situation, I should at least offer some advice. Communicate more; patients with this kind of preference are often
introverted. If you encounter any difficulties in your sex life, be sure to take her to the hospital immediately. Although
she escaped danger this time, sexual asphyxiation is a very dangerous sexual behavior, and it's hard to say what might happen next time
."
I nodded again, thanked the doctor, and added, "Doctor, if possible, please keep
this a secret. When my wife wakes up, you don't need to tell her about my visit; I have my reasons."
The doctor thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
After leaving the hospital, I wandered the streets alone, my heart filled with complex emotions—worry, anger
, excitement, and anticipation. And it all started that day…
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I had worked for a foreign company for many years, possessing considerable seniority and experience. Just then, the company was experiencing rapid growth
and was about to open a branch overseas. Having always been good at English and having worked for this foreign company for many years,
and knowing that the branch would inevitably have many foreign staff speaking English, I was unsurprisingly chosen
as the best candidate to manage the branch.
However, that day, I was standing in front of a small shop on the street when I received a call from a senior executive of the company: "Ah Liang,
why don't you reconsider? The construction of this branch is of great importance. We all agree that you are experienced
, steady, cautious yet bold, and quite patient. You are the perfect candidate to manage the construction branch
."
"Director, you flatter me. I know that this branch is of great importance and will lay a good
foundation for the company in the east. If I go, I will naturally have a very good future. It's not that I don't want to go, but my
wife is five months pregnant and will give birth soon. If I go, it will be at least two years, maybe three years. I
really can't leave her. Besides, there is a rising star in the company, Xiao Zhang. He is hardworking, his English is no worse
than mine, and he is very kind to his colleagues. If I have to give him this great opportunity, I won't
regret it."
"Ah...yes, I haven't seen your wife Bingbing in a long time. The last time I saw her, she was just pregnant.
How is she doing?"
"Thanks to you, she's now resting at home, her belly is quite big, and she's still
taking the supplements you sent."
"Hmm, alright, I know you two are deeply in love, and I don't want to separate you at this crucial time. In
that case, I'll have Xiao Zhang go first. After your wife Bingbing gives birth to your big, healthy son, I'll have to come to your house for the
wedding banquet. If you're willing then, I'll arrange for you to take over the remaining work at the branch."
"In that case, I'll gladly accept without hesitation."
"Okay, okay, then you go ahead and get busy. Take some time off to spend with your wife and child. I'll hang up now."
"Okay, see you later."
After hanging up, I waited anxiously in front of a small shop. "Boss, is the key made? Can you
please hurry?"
The shopkeeper, who had taken the keys earlier, was busy working on it. "Almost done, just a little longer," he said. A short while later
, the key was copied. I quickly turned back to put the original key back, and with the new one,
I sped off to an unfamiliar place.
The house was just an ordinary apartment building on the sixth floor; it wasn't very big, and it was clear the
owner wasn't very wealthy.
I sneaked into someone's home with the copied key, but I knew the owner was away on a long trip
, so I wasn't worried. The house was nicely decorated but very messy. Women
's bras, stockings, and high heels were scattered all over the floor . But if that wasn't outrageous enough, the bedroom was practically a prison cell. Cross-shaped and
X-shaped restraint frames were right in front of me, and various sex toys such as vibrators, dildos, and anal plugs filled the entire bed. The bed
was also filled with a pungent, pungent odor. Disgusted, I turned on the house owner's computer, inserted my external hard
drive, and searched for the file I was looking for. Suddenly, the scene of the first time I met my wife flashed before my eyes
.
"This is our new transfer student, her name is Yubing. Please welcome her. She hasn't received
her books yet, so for the next few days, you can sit... sit next to Aliang. He's our class
monitor and English study representative. You can ask him any questions; he's the third row from the left."
After the homeroom teacher finished speaking, she walked towards me in the direction the teacher pointed. Her slender figure created a gentle
breeze, and her long, black hair swayed behind her. She was clearly shy; having just transferred to our
school, standing before so many unfamiliar new classmates, a faint blush rose to her already rosy cheeks
. She came to my side, and a delicate fragrance wafted from her, like something out of a fairy tale. I froze for several seconds. My
gaze made her face even redder, as red as a perfectly boiled egg, and she gently turned her head away, avoiding my gaze,
her small hands gently holding a finger in front of her.
"Ah Liang?"
the homeroom teacher called out. I quickly got up and moved my desk closer to hers.
I, usually the class bully, was surprisingly shy for the first time. She sat obediently beside me, her fragrance lingering .
I shared my textbook with her. This wasn't my first time sitting next to a girl, but this time it
felt completely different. I was in a daze for the entire class. I wanted to look at her, to see her flushed face again
, to see her shy, averted gaze, to see the white, sexy
collarbone peeking out from her neckline. But I was frozen, too embarrassed to move.
That was the first time I saw my wife, Yu Bing, the first time we attended class together, the first time we
sat shoulder to shoulder on our way to school.
"You like her?" my female best friend asked as we walked on the playground. I glanced at
her but didn't answer.
"Really? Huh? When she first came to our class, all the boys were staring at her. My god,
is our class beauty going to change?"
"Aren't you girls jealous?" I asked her back.
"I don't know about others, but I certainly won't. I'm such a man, haha. I'm asking you, do you like her
? I'll go tell her."
I quickly grabbed her. "No, no, no, don't cause trouble."
"What are you afraid of? If you're too shy to ask, I'll help you. Hey! Bingbing! Come here for a second! Ah Liang has
something to tell you!"
"Hey! What are you doing!" Before I could stop her, my female friend had already called Bingbing over from not far away.
Her rosy face, gentle eyes, long hair flowing in the wind, and half of her smooth, slender legs showing under her skirt
made me, who had never even seen porn before, lose control.
She has a very easygoing personality, the kind who would give in repeatedly rather than argue with anyone. Just looking at her makes
you want to protect her, and you easily want to do something to impress her. It's only when someone really bullies
her that we find out she always carries pepper spray, supposedly given to her by her father.
Sure enough, an experienced man understands the minds of us adolescent boys better.
"Um, Liang, what's up?" Her gentle voice sent a shiver down my spine. "I...I...actually
I..."
"Say it, you idiot," my female friend urged me softly.
"I...I..."
"I love you, hahahahaha!" I shouted at the sky, laughing uncontrollably as if mocking myself. My hands were clenched tightly, the veins on the back of my hands looking like they were about to explode. And the sky wasn't 　　as blue as
it had been then . 　　Bing's grades were average, just above average. Although I was the class monitor, my strongest subject was actually English. Later, 　　my good English skills led to opportunities to work with foreign companies in my field. The teachers trusted me and 　　assigned Bing, who had just transferred, to sit next to me. Because of our studies, Bing often asked me for help, and 　　we gradually became familiar with each other. It was a natural progression; there was no confession, no ambiguity 　　. We were both reserved, keeping our feelings for each other hidden. Later in university, we remained close, 　　often going out with friends. Then one time, on a field trip with other clubs, I brought Bing 　　along. They asked me who this beautiful girl was, saying they'd never seen her before. I put my arm around her shoulder and said, 　　"This is my girlfriend." 　　She was clearly taken aback, but quickly looked up at me, took my hand, and nodded, "Mm." " 　　The dark clouds in the sky began to drizzle, just like the feelings in my heart at that moment. Recalling every little 　　detail of the past, my strength as a man prevented me from shedding tears, but my heart was already weeping. 　　We finally got married. Bing's family was relatively wealthy; her father, who is now my father-in-law, was a government official 　　. The man who bought Bing pepper spray had once been a major hurdle for me to overcome in marrying her. 　　After that, marriage, work, promotions, buying a house—everything was so wonderful. 　　That night, Bing was no longer a virgin. She lay shyly in my arms, and for the first time, I saw Bing's breasts..."

Like delicate jelly, her breasts trembled with her tense breathing. The two pink nipples on her flesh tempted me
to gently bite them, yet I was afraid of hurting the beauty before me. With a gentle suck, Bing let out a low
moan, igniting my desire. Her already lovely face was flushed with shyness, making me unable to resist
kissing her again. I lifted her legs, aiming at her pink, untouched vagina.
"I'm going in, it'll hurt a little," she said.
She nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck, gazing at me with deep affection, her body trembling uncontrollably.
With a soft "plop," my penis penetrated most of the way, encountering resistance. With another
thrust, Bing cried out, "Ah!" and gasped. I felt my penis enveloped by a warm, moist mass of flesh, firm
and warm, as comfortable as heaven. Suddenly, I felt a warm flow run down my thigh,
quickly drying.
Bing's eyes were glistening with tears as she gazed deeply at me. "From now on... I'm your woman
... You have to treat me well..."
I nodded and kissed her lips. "I will. I'll give you my best."
"Forever..."
"Yes, forever."
From that moment on, Bing transformed from a charming young girl into my wife, someone everyone envied.
Our married life was blissful. When we were short of money, my father-in-law helped me a lot
. Later, as we became more financially secure, I often took my wife on trips. We wouldn't go too far, just within
the country, but whenever we had the chance, we'd take her out to play. We left our footprints all over the world, and everywhere we went,
we took sweet photos together, our faces close together, radiating happiness, a sight that made passersby envious—
hand in hand, teasing each other. Everyone who saw us said we were a couple deeply in love. But who knew we'd
never actually been in love before? Or rather, we'd been in love from the very first time we met, and now we've been married for
many years.
I choked back a sob. The light rain soaked my coat, quickening my pace to get home
. But that home, once the place I longed for, the warm and comfortable place where my beautiful wife waited for me,
the place where I could relax, now filled me with a mixture of love and fear.
Our first child was born, a daughter. We named her Anqiao. My wife hoped she would
live a peaceful and safe life, and I hoped she would be as obedient and adorable as her mother.
A few years passed in the blink of an eye. Our little daughter could run and jump, and spoke fluently. Soon, our second
child would be born. Now, she was five months along. My wife's belly had grown large again, round and
plump, not unattractive at all, but radiating maternal glow. Her once slender, sexy, and curvaceous figure now
looked incredibly endearing.
However…
while the whole family was immersed in the joy of my wife's pregnancy, I saw something I shouldn't have seen,
a truth I wished I had never known.
My wife works at a hotel; she's a typical office lady. Her daily uniform consists of a blazer, short skirt, stockings, and
high heels. Honestly, she's incredibly sexy. Every day when I pick her up from work, passersby can't help but
slow down and glance at her, especially at her long, straight legs encased in stockings. The soft,
smooth texture of her legs, barely concealed by the flesh-colored stockings, is something you can feel just by looking at them.
She washes her stockings every day after work. Sometimes, if she's a little lazy, she'll sweetly
ask me to wash her underwear and stockings from the past few days. I can't refuse. As
the daughter of an official, she usually does all the housework. Even when she sweetly asks me to help,
she'll playfully suddenly make me laugh with soap bubbles—it's incredibly sweet.
She lay lazily on the bed, lifting her buttocks so I could unzip her skirt, pull it down,
and then hook the elastic band of her pantyhose, slowly peeling it off her thighs.
"Ugh, it stinks!" I sniffed the stockings; a strong, salty, sour odor assaulted my nostrils
. I'd heard that women's feet easily get smelly when wearing stockings, even a beauty like my wife was no exception.
But women are human too, flesh and blood creatures; what man would like something without the pungent odor of such a private part
?
"You jerk! Who told you to smell me?" Go wash up! "
Hehe, you're shy, that's what I like."
Later, my wife got pregnant, but she could still go to work for the first two months. It must have been because of my wife's negligence.
She was very tired that day. She got off work at 8 o'clock and didn't get home until 10 o'clock that night. As soon as she got home, she lay down
on the bed. I went up to her with concern and helped her take off her clothes and change into her pajamas. She kissed me in response and then
fell into a deep sleep. When I took the clothes she had just taken off to the bathroom to soak them, I unexpectedly
saw something on her stockings that I shouldn't have seen.
The stockings were thin, flesh-colored pantyhose with a flesh-colored thong that my wife usually wore to work. However, the crotch area of the stockings was torn
in several places, and there were several hard,
irregular patches of grime on the thighs. I couldn't tell what they were, but when I smelled them, besides my wife's faint body odor, there was a
strong, fishy smell. If it were urine that my wife hadn't wiped clean, that area could be understandable.
However, after checking other parts of the stockings, I found that the grime was larger
and more obvious on the soles. The entire sole of the stockings smelled bad, was wrinkled, and even had some snot-like,
still-wet substance stuck to the soles.
It was immediately obvious that this was a man's semen. I couldn't believe my eyes. Then 　　, I found traces of semen
inside the cups of my wife's bra, which she had just taken off, and inside her high heels. I sat there in the bathroom 　　, stunned and speechless, as if struck by lightning. The truth was the truth; no matter what excuse I made, I couldn't fool my own eyes. 　　My wife, my most beloved, most beautiful, most important wife, she had cheated on me. 　　I couldn't think of any reason. Did she not love me anymore? That didn't seem right. She was happy when we were together...

The happiness radiating from her face and the passion overflowing between us were undeniable. Had she fallen for someone else
? Yet our lives remained the same as when we first got married, even
more vibrant with the arrival of our daughter. Why? What had I done wrong?
The drizzle quickly turned into large raindrops, soaking my coat. I
ran along the roadside houses, clutching a small portable hard drive tightly, careful not to let the rain wet it.
That night, I was almost devastated. I couldn't think of any reason why my wife would cheat on me. I couldn't find
anything in our relationship or our material life that would displease her. Everyone who knew us
said I was a model husband; her friends envied her in private, simply because I loved her so much. I was willing
to give her everything good and bear everything for her. Yet, I never imagined that one day she
would betray me, betraying me in the very thing I cared about most.
Looking at my wife sleeping soundly in bed, a few strands of hair were scattered across her beautiful face. Her gentle features
shone like white teeth in the moonlight, captivating and endearing. Who would have thought that such a
beautiful woman, always gentle, considerate, and devoted to her family, would be having an affair behind her husband's back?
At that moment, I wanted to grab her, roughly pull her up, and demand, "Why did you betray me?!
What did I do wrong to you?! Why did you sleep with another man?! Tell me! Why!!!"
I wanted to shout that at her.
But I couldn't do it. I've never laid a hand on her. From the time I met her until now, all these years, no matter
how playfully she teases me, how affectionately she acts, or how mischievous she is, even when I'm jokingly punishing
her, I've never dared to be rough with her. She's too precious to me; I can't bear to hurt her. Even after making such a mistake,
I still can't bring myself to harm her in the slightest. I'm even afraid of how she'll react if I expose her
. If she still loves me, will she feel ashamed, sad, or regretful if I reveal her secret? I laugh at
my own boundless love for her, and can only stand foolishly by the bed, looking at this woman I love so
deeply, struggling internally.
I want to know who that man is, what kind of person could have interfered in our perfect marriage
. I must find him.
One day, two days, one week, two weeks—my pursuit of my wife was unbelievable. Her ability to
conceal her whereabouts was beyond my expectations. If I hadn't discovered the semen on her stockings beforehand
and deliberately followed her, I would have been completely fooled by her gentle lies, just like before.
Finally, I saw the man, or rather, the boy. It was hard to imagine that
my wife, who already had a daughter, would be attracted to such a tall young man. He looked to be under 24, at least
three years younger than my wife and me. He was tall but thin, handsome but with a somewhat goofy appearance. Actually, I
had seen this man many times before. During the two weeks I was tracking my wife, I saw him every day. I
always thought he was just one of my wife's colleagues, or perhaps a subordinate. I often saw my wife scolding him,
or he would start reporting on work as soon as they met, until one time I risked following them around a corner.
"Ce, have you finished the progress report from a few days ago?"
"Sister Bing, I sent you the reports yesterday, they're all on your desk." As soon as his wife got out of the car, the
man named Ce greeted her with a grin.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Xiao Hui took the day off last night. Could you show the two new hires
around the hotel?"
"Okay, okay... Um, Sister Bing, I made you some dessert before you left this morning
. Would you like to try some after breakfast?" Ce leaned down slightly and whispered in his wife's ear. His
wife smiled slightly, "You little rascal, you can make desserts? I've never heard of that."
"Try it, I guarantee you'll love it."
"Okay."
"Hehe, Sister Bing, how about we go out for dinner tonight?"
Upon hearing this, his wife tapped him on the head and pinched his ear, "You naughty boy, you're up to no good again."
"Ouch!" "Sister, have mercy, maybe another day." "But..."
"But what?" "
But...hehe, Sister, we agreed yesterday..." He looked around, and only
after everyone had moved away did he lean down and whisper something in his wife's ear. His wife's face immediately
flushed red, and she playfully punched his chest a few times, her lips pursed, "You're so annoying, so annoying!
You're always thinking about this kind of thing. You'd be so much better off putting that energy into your work."
"I've worked really hard too, so, we should... huh? Right?"
My wife glanced around a couple of times, and I quickly turned away and went into the shadows. She nodded and
followed me into the corner behind the hotel. I secretly followed, tiptoeing until I could see them clearly.
Hiding in the bushes some distance away, I parted the leaves, and what I saw struck me like a thunderbolt.
My wife's skirt was pulled up to her waist, revealing a pair of full, round buttocks encased in flesh-colored pantyhose
. She wasn't wearing underwear! Only a pair of thin, flesh-colored pantyhose covered her smooth buttocks. Her thick,
pink labia majora and shy anus were faintly visible beneath the stockings. She bent
down with her legs wide open in an inverted V shape, opened her pink lips, and took Ce's erect, hard, large, and upturned penis
into her mouth. Her hands held Ce's thighs, and she kept sucking, her head swaying back and forth. The large
penis went in and out of her mouth, making sucking sounds, and occasionally a few drops of crystal-clear saliva
fell to the ground.
At that moment, my heart ached as if it were being torn apart. My wife and I had always only ever had sex in the traditional missionary position.
I wasn't the kind of person who was inherently lustful; I only knew how to dedicate all my love to the
person I loved most. I was afraid of hurting her, afraid of upsetting her, afraid she wouldn't like it. But now, my wife was
giving oral sex to some random man in broad daylight, and she was even lifting her skirt to deliberately expose herself, wearing only pantyhose and no underwear.
裤的屁股给男人口交……
我眼角的泪光差一点挥洒而出，紧紧的握着拳头，却一直踏不出脚步，我是
多想，多想马上冲出去，将那个男人按在地上一顿暴揍，可是我却犹豫了，从未
对干架感到恐惧的我居然犹豫了，我怕，我怕打完这个男人之后，妻子在一旁害
怕的模样，我不愿看到她那种样子，这要比我揭发她对她的伤害还要深。
可我这样不是很可笑吗，明明是她先背叛了我，是她出卖了我对她的好，而
我却还是下意识的想要保护她，想要呵护她……那一刻，我痛恨着自己，被爱束
缚着灵魂的自己。
As soon as the thunderclap stopped, the rain poured down. "It's thundering, Bingbing will be scared home alone." This thought
flashed through my mind unconsciously, but suddenly filled me with immense pain. "Fuck you!" A
woman who betrayed me, a wife who cheated on me, and even now I'm still thinking about her. My heart
was filled with hatred. That day, I ultimately couldn't take that step. I thought I could endure it. Even if
the woman I loved most cheated on me, I would still love her, cherish her, and forgive everything about her. Without her,
I didn't know how I could go on living. I spent a month in this contradiction of love and hate, until
what I saw a few hours ago made me unable to bear this torment any longer. Perhaps this is my fate. If my wife is my
will to live, then my will has been destroyed. Today, those two scoundrels, I will make sure they die a horrible death
!
Familiar roads, familiar high-rises, familiar home, but a different me. I rushed up the stairs, almost
able to picture the woman I once loved and cherished lying in a pool of blood, her face contorted with guilt. This twisted
fantasy made me laugh out loud, and I quickened my pace, unzipping my handbag
to retrieve a steel bar several centimeters long.
Opening the door, a wave of warmth washed over me. Inside, laughter filled the air. Two people—no, three, four,
five—my wife and I's daughter, Anqiao, was giggling and playing, surrounded by a group of elderly people
. Everyone was charmed by her cuteness, clapping and applauding.
"Honey?" My wife's gentle voice reached my ears. A moment later, she came to the door, her large pregnant belly protruding.
"Oh dear, you're so wet. Didn't you drive?" she said, disregarding her five-month pregnancy, she came up to
take off my coat, getting soaked herself in the process. "Come in and change your clothes quickly, it's so cold outside, don't catch a cold."
"I...I..."
"Why didn't you drive today?" my wife asked with concern.
"I...I...I didn't drive, I had to...I had to go to some places nearby to run errands, it's not too far..."
"Just call and I'll come pick you up. It's not good to get yourself wet, it's easy to catch a cold in this weather.
Take off your coat, I'll get you a towel and you can take a hot shower. Oh, by the way, my parents and your parents, and our little baby
are all here." After she finished speaking, she gently kissed my cheek, then turned and went into the bathroom to get me a towel, standing
on tiptoe to dry the rainwater off my head.
I was stunned for a moment, my heart churning. One second I was filled with hatred and wanted to kill this
woman I had loved for so many years, but the next second I was instantly captivated by her.
How could I bring myself to hurt such a filial, considerate, and gentle wife! How could I be so heartless!
I tried my best to maintain a calm expression as I entered the house. Sure enough, there were four people there. "Dad,
Mom, Father-in-law and Mother-in-law." All four elders wore kind smiles. My mother-in-law and my mother were busy in the kitchen, while my
father-in-law and my father were chatting on the sofa. They beckoned me over, making it quite lively. "Dad, why are you all here today?"
"Oh, Liang, what a coincidence! I was just thinking of coming to see Bing'er, but I didn't expect my in-laws to be here too. So I had your mother
go to the kitchen and prepare some food for us to have together, to make it more festive," my father said. My father-in-law nodded in agreement. "
I just happened to have some free time today, so I thought I'd come and see you. I brought some supplements for Bing'er. She's five months pregnant now, so please make sure she's
well-fed. You don't want a nanny, so it's kind of you for your in-laws to come and take care of you."
"She...she...the old lady likes to find something to do now that she's retired. I feel at ease with my mother here,"
I replied, though my mind was in turmoil.
My wife nudged her father, "Dad, what are you saying? With Grandma around, how could you not eat well? You're practically a little
piggy!"
Our little daughter, hearing my voice, peeked out from the kitchen and, seeing it was me, ran and jumped into my arms
, "Daddy!"
Her innocent smile brought a long-lost smile to my face. Looking at her silly, innocent
face, it was as if I were seeing my wife's younger self in school. I lifted my daughter high and spun her around twice
, making her incredibly excited. "Baby, let Daddy hold you! You seem to have grown taller in just one week!
Were you good with Grandpa and Grandma?" "
Yes, I even help Grandma and Grandpa cook!" My little darling held my hand and ran to the kitchen.
Seeing my daughter so lively made me genuinely happy. I played with her,
helped my mother-in-law and my mom in the kitchen, and watched my little princess dancing and waving her arms during meals. The whole
family was overjoyed. Looking at my wife's round belly, I
wondered if the little life inside would be even more adorable than our daughter after birth. However, not long ago, I had the thought of killing her...
"Daddy, Grandma said we're going to take pictures."
"Oh? Where are we taking pictures?"
"Grandma said she wants us, Daddy, Mommy, Grandpa and Grandma, and Grandpa and Grandma on both sides to come together!"
I smiled and gently pinched my daughter's nose. She giggled and dodged away. I knew my mom was talking about a family photo.
"Honey, go take a bath first, it'll make you feel better."
I took the towel from my wife's hand. "Okay, Daddy's going to take a bath now. Go to the kitchen and help Grandma and Grandpa cook
." As I said this, I pinched my daughter's rosy cheeks, watching her run into the kitchen.
Lying in the hot water, the clash between reason and impulse almost drove me to madness. My parents, my daughter,
my family, everything I have, and… my beloved wife. If I lost this mother, what would become of my daughter?
What should I do? If I lose this daughter, what will become of my parents-in-law? I can't lose them. Even if it
weren't for myself, how could I cause my already gray-haired parents any more worry?
But didn't my wife consider the consequences of her actions for our family?
No, she must have thought about it, she must understand, but why did she still do something that hurt me, hurt
her parents, hurt her family…
I hate her, I hate that she's so perfect, that seeing her gentleness and tenderness made me abandon all
thoughts of revenge; I hate that she's so beautiful and charming, that seeing her made me unable to bear treating her
badly in the slightest; and I hate even more that she loves me so much. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, no one would believe that such a devoted
and virtuous wife and mother would cheat on me with another man.
There are two paths now. One is a path to hell: exposing my wife's infidelity, even catching her in
the act, releasing all the evidence I have of her adultery and her perverse games with that man. She will be disgraced,
scorned by everyone, and I will be destroyed as well. Losing her and being embroiled in such a scandal, I will never be able to
show my face in my social circle again, never be able to hold my head up in front of my current colleagues, never be able
to appear in front of anyone I know. My parents will lose the daughter-in-law they now love so dearly; our family photos will be gone forever
. And my daughter—I can't let her continue living with such a corrupt and shameless mother
. She will lose her biological mother forever, and the unborn second child in my wife's womb
…
The other path…
"Honey, are you ready? Time to come out for dinner. Your mom and I made your favorite spicy chicken."
"Another way... I understand, I'll be right there."
At the dinner table, people from two families who didn't know each other before sat together because of my wife and me. Four elderly
people, a little girl, my wife and I enjoyed a sumptuous dinner together. My mother-in-law
said to me, "Ah Liang, see when you're free. We're all family, so let's
take a family photo with your parents and little Anqiao. What do you think?"
My wife playfully said, "Mom, I'm pregnant. It's not pretty with that big belly. Let's take it after the baby is born
."
"Not pretty? Let me tell you, these months of pregnancy are the most precious for a woman. Since you don't want
to, we'll wait until after the baby is born."
I nodded. "Hmm, I'll find a time and let you know."
"Okay, okay." My mother-in-law was obviously very happy.
My little daughter was overjoyed. "Take a picture! Take a picture!" Take a picture! I
patted the back of her head, trying again to convince myself that I couldn't let such happiness
slip away.
I was exhausted after finally getting our daughter to sleep that night, but I tried to calm
myself down. I filled the tub with hot water. "Bing, the hot water's ready, come take a bath."
My wife, naked and with her large, round belly, naturally covered her full breasts with one hand
and carried a towel into the bathroom stall. "I can do it myself, you should rest. You
must be exhausted from work, getting caught in the rain and then playing with our daughter."
I smiled without saying anything, took her hand, gently embraced her, and led her into the hot water
.
When my wife and I first married, her breasts were a C-cup, small and delicate, with
tiny pink nipples. After giving birth to our daughter and breastfeeding, they grew several cup sizes, and her nipples and areolas became larger and longer
. But I liked them even more; I thought they were sexier, radiating the glow of maternal love and the maturity of a woman
. Now, during her second pregnancy, her nipples seem to have grown even longer, like little fingers. Although they're no longer
pink, they're a pale, alluring red. That man… must like it too…
I scooped up a ladle of hot water and gently poured it over my wife's round belly, then slowly stroked her
skin from top to bottom. Her smooth, jade-like skin was covered in dewdrops, and beneath her white skin, I could occasionally see
faint, bluish-gray veins, translucent and clear. I gently stroked her, feeling the pulse of the little life inside her. My wife
felt comfortable from my touch and let out a soft moan.
"Honey, the board called me again today, asking me one last time about the company's expansion plans
."
"What...what did you say to him?"
"Do you want me to go?" I was about to tell her the truth, but then a thought struck me, and I probed her with this question.
"I...I don't even want to..." my wife pondered.
"Why?"
"Of course I hope you can seize such a great promotion opportunity, but it will take at least two or three years,
and our baby is due soon. I hope you can stay by my side."
My heart warmed at her words, and I smiled slightly at her. "Wife, do you think it will be a boy or a girl?"
My wife gently stroked my cheek, letting my face rest against her belly, rising and
falling softly with her gentle breaths. "What do you think? Do you want a boy or a girl?"
"Of course, I don't care if it's a boy or a girl. Our child will definitely be as outstanding as our daughter
."
My wife stroked my head and smiled. "Although your parents don't say it, I feel they still want a boy
. Giving our daughter a little brother, a boy and a girl, wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"A dragon and a phoenix bring good fortune, that's wonderful, but the most important thing is health. I
hope the little one won't cause you too much trouble when he's born, like little Anqiao, who caused you so much pain."
My wife chuckled. "Honey, I love you... In the future... in the future, I'll give you a third one, okay?"
"Why?"
"Don't you want one? When we're old, we can enjoy a happy retirement surrounded by children and grandchildren."
I stroked her hand. "Two are enough. Any more and we won't be able to take care of you; it'll exhaust you."
"As long as you want it, honey, I'll have one for you..."
"Mmm..."
My wife rolled over in the bathtub, pinning me beneath her, and gently pulled me into the warm water.
"Honey, meeting you is the greatest happiness of my life. Your dad was praising you when he was talking to your dad earlier."
I still believed her words were 100% sincere. This genuine expression of love
couldn't be faked; I could feel it in my heart. I could also sense that she was thinking about that man all the time
, and she must have some reason I didn't know.
"What did she praise me for?"
"She praised everything, except for one thing she scolded you."
"Oh?"
"You spoil me too much, you're going to spoil me rotten." My wife chuckled, gently stroking my nose with her small hand
, just like I would stroke our precious daughter's nose. "Honey... I'm over five
months pregnant now... I can't... you know... aren't you going to be pent up...?"
"What?"
"You're so annoying, you know what I mean, it's just... ugh, stop teasing me, I'm ignoring you, hmph."
Two rosy cheeks appeared on my wife's face, her adorable appearance easing my heavy heart a little.
"Men, you know, they can always take care of themselves."
"But I don't think that's right, let me help you..."
"Hmm?"
My wife said, getting up and kneeling in the bathtub, her round belly pressing against my thighs, her two small, delicate
hands gently stroking my limp penis in the hot water. To my surprise, my wife had learned
to use one hand to stroke my penis while the other hand massaged and rubbed my testicles. Before,
she would only clumsily hold my penis with both hands, but now she had such skillful technique. I
knew that man had taught her, but she must have learned far more than just this basic sexual technique
…
Thinking about this, I felt disgusted, yet being stimulated by my wife like this suddenly made me feel excited. My wife had never
used many positions with me; we always used missionary, or at most side entry, or her lying on her stomach
while I penetrated her from behind. My wife had never given me oral sex, and I dared
not even think about anything else. She only learned to masturbate me after she became pregnant. I had never asked
her to play any sexual games with me; I was simply captivated by her innocent and lovely appearance, which made me
proud to have her as my wife.
My penis quickly became erect, and she blushed as she increased the speed and intensity of her masturbation. Her other
small hand gently massaged my testicles, sometimes lightly, sometimes with a slight squeeze, making me let out a low
groan of pleasure. I had always thought that our sex life was fulfilling and blissful, and that was enough
. I never imagined that my wife would make me feel so good by simply changing her masturbation technique, that I would never want to go back
to the simpler way we used to do it.
My wife was masturbating me while a half-smile played on her lips as she glanced at me every now and then,
then lowered her head to examine my penis closely. "Oh! Wife, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Mmm!! Ugh!!
—Oh… Ugh… Huff… Huff…"
"Ah!" she exclaimed, as several thick streams of semen shot from my urethra, half of it quickly
landing on my wife's cheek, adding a touch of eroticism to her beautiful face. My testicles continued to contract
, followed by several even thicker spurts that nearly covered my wife's small hand.
"So much, so thick, you must have been holding back for months," my wife said, wiping her face.
Yes, since my wife became pregnant, I hadn't had sex with her for several months,
and I'd also discovered her infidelity. I hadn't even had her masturbate me; the semen I'd been holding back for months was indeed
very thick.
After washing up and settling both sets of parents in, I glanced at my sleeping daughter. My wife was getting ready for bed, but
I still had other thoughts on things.
"Going online? Don't stay up too late, it'll wear you out. Get some rest," my wife said with concern. I
nodded, using the excuse of not wanting to disturb her rest to take my laptop to the kitchen.
Looking at the external hard drive in my hand, the things I'd risked breaking into that man's house to steal, it contained
evidence of my wife's affair with him and their various perverse sexual games.
The man named Ce was my wife's colleague and, indeed, her subordinate. He was about three and a half years younger than her and
had started working at her hotel about three years ago. The reason for their relationship was unclear
, but it was certain that Ce later became my wife's subordinate. Even if it was just a working relationship, they
would have been very close every day. Ce was friendly on the surface but malicious at heart. Just the fact that he secretly filmed so much of his dark history behind my wife's back
was enough for me to criticize him like this. While outwardly flattering, he was secretly plotting something. The video
repeatedly revealed his wife's fondness for the young man's witty and humorous speaking style. Even when feigning a reprimand,
she would always reward him with a slap followed by a sweet treat. Moreover, he was a junior colleague, his wife's
subordinate, and a member of the team she was to lead. This necessary care became the perfect medium for Ce to get closer to my wife
.
Ce was indeed the kind of man women liked, especially my wife, a gentle and refined type.
She was like a shy, unopened flower bud, needing only a little dew from a passerby to
bloom fully for that person, waiting to be picked. Ce was the type who would pick any pretty flower he saw
, and he was willing to put in the effort to nurture it.
This period of private filming wasn't extensive, spanning a whole year. What set Ce apart from his colleagues was his
young age; he was the youngest in the entire company, and he was very good at flattering people—in short, sucking up and
being obsequious. At first, I thought Ce was just a smooth talker seeking personal gain. But after watching all their videos
, I discovered that Ce came from a county in another province. He dropped out of high school to
work in another city to help support his family. A few years ago, he drifted to our city and got an internship at the hotel where his wife worked
. However, being an outsider, unfamiliar with the place, and lacking capital and connections, he was inevitably subjected to...
His gentle and kind wife, seeing his pitiful situation, took special care of him. The young man was quite capable, and with his wife
's help, he quickly gained recognition and was promoted after a short internship.
This laid the foundation for his relationship with my wife, and over time, she began to treat him like a younger brother.
After being promoted with my wife's help, Ce was very grateful to her, constantly flattering her to make her
work less tedious. He often bought her small favors, flowers, and gifts, which made her a little
embarrassed but also happy to be liked. If Ce's actions had stopped there, perhaps we
could have become friends, even if we weren't rivals. However, he crossed a forbidden line, and now
I just want to kill him.
My gentle and reserved wife was quickly won over by this sunny, outgoing, and handsome young man. The two grew
closer, often going out shopping, playing sports, and going on outings with other close colleagues. Finally, one
day… he confessed his feelings to my wife.
My wife reacted strongly. From my perspective, I couldn't guess what she was thinking; I only saw
the blush on her face and her evasive eyes. She rejected him immediately and warned him that if he continued, they couldn't
be friends anymore. Ce wouldn't let it go and even tried to hug my wife. She broke free, but Ce pulled her arm back. They
struggled for a while, and in a moment of anger, my wife slapped him across the face. After staring at Ce for several seconds, she stormed
out of the frame. It took Ce a while to come to his senses and turn off the recording.
But soon enough, when I clicked on the next video, my wife and Ce had made up. In my wife's office,
Ce was like a child being scolded by an elder, while my wife sat at her desk drinking tea.
"Do you know you were wrong?"
Ce nodded.
"Say something."
"I know I was wrong."
"What did you do wrong?"
"..." Ce just kept his head down.
His wife didn't pressure him. "Don't do that again, understand?"
"I just like you, sister. My hometown is practically a rural area, and no one in Dacheng has ever been
this kind to me, only you, sister."
His wife put down her teacup. "I know, so I hope you can live a good life. I'm married and
a few years older than you. Work hard, be a good person, and I'll help you out. Find a girlfriend, settle
down, and live a good life soon. Isn't that great?"
Ce didn't answer, only speaking evasively.
For a long time afterward, there were no videos, only some very short videos, a few dozen seconds long, showing his wife
and colleagues (including Ce) playing ball, singing at a karaoke bar, going on outings, and even
a close-up photo of his wife and Ce alone by the river.
Until two years ago, their hotel held a staff cocktail party. I remember it happened.
My wife dressed up specially that day, wearing a new dress, light makeup, and her hair up, looking like a
lady of high society. I didn't go that day because it was a staff cocktail party, with no guests or outsiders, just to
celebrate some commemorative events within the hotel. But I don't know if it was because the party was too formal and made me feel
a little nervous. Afterwards, a few of her close colleagues went to a karaoke bar together.
My wife can't drink alcohol, and at the party she only took a few sips before her face was already flushed.
At the karaoke bar, she mostly just quietly joined in the fun, not singing too freely, only daring to sing
softer songs. But I noticed a detail: after her song, she naturally sat down
next to Ce. Ce draped one arm over the back of her head on the sofa, his hand gently resting on her shoulder, as
if he were embracing her. She didn't seem uncomfortable, chatting and laughing with her friends.
Later that night, my wife was clearly tired. Being a light drinker, she had a few more sips,
and when she stood up, she felt dizzy. Wearing high heels, she almost fell. Ce immediately helped her up, said
goodbye to his colleagues, hailed a taxi, and helped my wife into the car.
Although my wife isn't a heavy drinker, she wouldn't get drunk after just a couple of sips.
My first thought when I saw this was, "That bastard Ce drugged me."
"Um...where are we going...uh...my head is spinning...Ce..." My wife, dazed
, lay weakly in Ce's arms, leaning against his chest.
Ce held his wife, his hands visibly trembling with nervousness. After hesitating for a moment, he gently touched
her arm, but the instant he touched her skin, he recoiled as if electrocuted . Then
he touched her again, slowly stroking her back and forth. I knew that feeling; it was like touching the finest, most exquisite silk
—smooth and delicate.
"Sister, you're drunk. I'll take you to rest."
"Hmm... Just take me home... Thank you."
Ce naturally wouldn't take my wife home. Soon they arrived at another hotel, checked in, and he
couldn't even wait to shower and prepare. He just threw my wife onto the bed, quickly removed
all his clothes, revealing his strong muscles, and pounced on my wife's delicate body...
"Ah!... Ce... you... what are you going to do..."
"Sister, sister, I really like you. Be my woman, okay? I'll treat you well, even
better than your husband! I swear!" Ce said, kissing my wife's fair neck, his warm
breath on her delicate skin. Under the influence of alcohol and drugs, my wife, who already loved Ce,
began to breathe rapidly, and unconsciously tilted her head back, exposing her fair neck even more to Ce's face
for him to kiss.
"No, Ce... let me go... um!... We can't... we can't do this... I have a husband
... Ce..."
"Sister, I truly love you! I swear, I will cherish you and love you even more than your husband.
Without you, I simply cannot live here. Promise me, okay, sister?"
"No, um... Ce, we really can't do this... Ce... listen to me, listen to your sister... um... "
"...Don't...don't touch me there...woo..."
Ce breathed hot air on his wife's neck, and after her skin turned red with excitement, he licked
her delicate neck with his tongue, causing her to tremble. One hand quietly moved to her genitals,
slipping under her skirt and playing with her most private genitals, which were covered by pantyhose.
"Ce!...Stop...please...woo...woo..." His wife tried her best to resist,
but she couldn't muster any strength. In desperation, she could only cry out, but quickly, with Ce's onslaught, her cries turned into
moans. With her eyes closed, she felt as if she was enjoying the man's teasing and caresses. Ce bit his wife
's earlobe, and she turned her face to let him kiss her better, pressing her cheek against Ce's cheek, feeling the stubble on his face
gently rubbing against her.
"Ce...Ce...Mmm..."
"Sister, does it feel good?"
"Mmm...It feels good, you're so good at this..."
"I can make you feel even better."
"Hmm? Wait...Oh..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ce lifted his wife's legs and placed them on his shoulders. He pulled down his boxer shorts, revealing his monstrous, thick
penis pointing directly at my wife's genitals.
Ce's penis was indescribably large. Judging by appearance, it was about the same length as mine, which was 15 centimeters long.
His looked almost the same as mine, maybe a little longer, around 18 centimeters. However, mine
was straighter, while Ce's curved upwards. Moreover, he didn't look like a virgin at all. His penis was very dark in color and had a lot of hair.
Another problem was that it was too thick, really too thick, like a woman's forearm.
With a ripping sound, Ce tore a hole in his wife's pantyhose, lifting her skirt to her waist and pulling her panties
aside. His wife used all her strength to raise her hand and grab Ce's arm. "Ce! Good brother, I
beg you... I have a husband, I can't betray him..."
"Sister, do you hate me?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant."
"Then do you like me?"
His wife bit her lower lip and nodded with difficulty. "But we can't... we can't do this..."
"Sister, you know, I've been wandering alone since I was a teenager, all these years
without anyone to rely on, until I met you. Without you, I couldn't survive. Do you know
how important you are to me, how much I love you!"
Tears welled in his wife's eyes, and she couldn't answer for a long time. Ce trembled, his glans already pressed against
his wife's labia, pushing inward.
"Ce...you...you should wear a condom, okay? Put on a condom..."
"Sister, you promised me? Promised to be my woman, I will take good care of you! Work hard, earn
money, I will make you the happiest woman!"
The wife shook her head, "I can't live without my husband...but, just this once, okay? Promise me,
I'll grant your wish this once..."
Ce gritted his teeth, nodded, turned around and put on the condom, and I finally watched through this short video
as this man's young and strong penis, from the urethral opening to the glans, from the glans to the shaft, was completely inserted
into the vagina that originally belonged only to me, that only I had felt, that was envied by countless men, until only his
two ugly testicles were exposed outside, pressed against my wife's plump labia.
"Oh!!! Sister! You're so tight inside! So hot...so comfortable...oh..."
"Hmm! Ce, you're so thick...how come it's thicker than my husband's...and...and, hmm...it's scraping
me there, be gentle...slow down, hmm..."
Ce thrust rapidly, and his wife, who had never been with another man before, seemed very uncomfortable. Originally,
I was proud of my penis, thinking it was the kind of thing that was excellent. I was thick, I was long, and I lasted a long time. I was
also very gentle with my wife. What I didn't expect was that the man in front of me had a length that was no less than mine,
a thickness that was no less than mine, and it was upturned. During the rapid thrusting, the glans must have hit a place that I couldn't touch before
, scraping the most sensitive and tender flesh inside my wife's vagina.
I felt a wave of suffocation, like I was about to die…
My wife’s moans grew louder, and their joined bodies, initially dry, quickly turned into frothy patches
of white foam. With each thrust, thick streams of white fluid were drawn out. The tension and grievance on her face quickly
transformed into the sweaty, shy look I only ever saw when we were deeply in love. Her
eyes, slightly narrowed and watery, gazed at the man before her. Her weak hands climbed onto his neck, embracing him,
holding the back of his head and kissing him. As she kissed him, she opened her legs to welcome
the ravages of his genitals within her vagina. I knew this was their first time, one night two years ago 　　. Countless moments
in the two years that followed proved that it wasn’t the only time they had agreed upon. 　　In one of the videos, the wife said to Ce, "Unlike you and my husband, my husband and I never said 　　any sweet words before. We genuinely liked each other, felt we were a good match, and naturally got together. It's like two 　　gears fitting together perfectly; we don't need a reason to be together, we're just attracted to each other. We're a couple. He's not 　　like you, all sweet talk and flattery. As for our relationship now, I think we're lovers." 　　Indeed, their relationship was like that of lovers, like siblings, but it went beyond lovers. Looking through 　　the videos from the next two years, I discovered a side of my wife I hadn't known before. Ce's sexual skills 　　didn't match his actual age. Not only was his penis so dark for someone in his early twenties, but 　　his techniques were also incredibly varied. Every caress, every kiss, every touch of his pectoral muscles against my wife's breasts was 　　perfectly coordinated, sometimes forceful, sometimes gentle. Even my wife, who initially resisted strongly, was quickly 　　conquered by his mysterious and rhythmic caresses. 　　What was supposed to be a one-time affair quickly turned into an endless series of infidelities. My wife became somewhat addicted to it 　　, to a kind of sex very different from what I, her legal husband, offered. Don't be fooled by the fact that Ce was usually my wife's subordinate; many...

He would ask his wife for advice and try to learn from her, but once he got off work, he would immediately transform into a young, virile
boy, dragging her around to have fun. However, once in bed, he would become extremely violent.
At first, he would just spank my wife's buttocks, making loud slapping noises. As I've mentioned,
the sex between my wife and me is very simple, the kind of romantic, shy, and gentle love. We've never tried anything new or exciting
. No matter how much my wife resisted, he would still grab her hands and turn her over, making her kneel on the bed like a female dog
, her buttocks raised, tears welling in her eyes, as he penetrated and manipulated her from behind, slapping her plump
buttocks as he did so.
But he didn't just spank her while forcefully having sex. Sometimes he would gently hold my wife
, embrace her, caress her, and whisper sweet nothings to soothe her emotions. His wife inexplicably enjoyed it.
Each time she was beaten until she cried, she would obediently lie in Ce's arms, letting him caress her, even
rubbing her face against his chest like a kitten.
Gradually, their sexual games, which began with violence and ended gently, escalated:
bondage, genital play, spanking, whipping, gags, gagging, blindfolds—this was the first half of the first year.
In the early part of the second half of the first year, under Ce's persistent and intense demands that lasted for a month, his wife reluctantly
agreed to offer him her anus. Although I would never find my wife's excretory organs dirty,
and I would never use the word "dirty" to describe her anus, even though it's an excretory organ, I still find
her anus very cute and sensitive. I once gently touched her anus with my hand, and she
trembled as if she had been electrocuted, looking at me shyly with her two big, watery eyes. "Darling
..."
I said, "I thought it looked very cute there, so I touched it a little."
"Ugh...it's dirty there..."
"It's not dirty. I like any part of your body."
"So cheesy..." ...I like you too. "
And now, I watched with my own eyes as she endured the pain, tears welling in her eyes, spreading her plump buttocks
to reveal her pink anus, allowing the man behind her to insert his huge, thick penis into her anus, which was stretched open to expel waste, into
her rectum, which transported feces... thrusting in and out again, watching the tears on my wife's face gradually
transform into passionate enjoyment, and seeing the satisfied, proud, and sinister smile on Ce's face, my heart was torn apart...
The following year, their sex life escalated again; Ce began to try slapping his wife, a leap forward." As things
progressed, my wife's father, who is also my father-in-law, was an official, though his position was not high. She was a wealthy
heiress, and it's no exaggeration to say that, apart from her mother's strict upbringing, she had always been a protected and
pampered woman. I would never let her suffer any injustice. Ce humbly begged my wife to
try it out, promising that everything was for her comfort and that he would use special methods to make her feel
good. He said it was just a trial, and if she didn't like it, he would never bring it up again.
My wife reluctantly agreed, closed her eyes, and lay nervously on the bed, her breathing becoming very rapid.
Ce raised his hands and gently slapped her left cheek with a soft "smack."
Immediately afterward, he quickly inserted his penis into her vagina, thrusting in and out a couple of
times. Then, with a backhand "smack," he gently slapped her face again. He then quickly
thrust his lower body a few more times before slowly withdrawing his penis.
"Sister, how does it feel?"
His wife, aroused by his penetration, finally let out a hazy moan, two tears welling in her eyes, which she wiped
away herself. She opened her bright eyes and winked mischievously at Ce. "You little rascal! Nobody's ever
hit me before, you're the first!"
"Hehe, it's an honor. You know, I do this because I love you. I like letting you experience
things you can't normally experience, helping you experience things you dare to dream of but don't dare to do, changing your monotonous life in the city
, making your life more colorful. Later, when I have time, I can even take you to our county.
There are many local specialties, mountains and rivers—things you've never seen growing up in the big city."
"You're so glib..."
"How about it? Shall I try harder?"
"...Hmm...don't be too rough, go faster, hmm..."
Ce really sped up his thrusting. "Slap!" This time it was harder, and his wife's face was slapped
to the side. "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" Several times in a row, he slapped his wife's face while rapidly
thrusting his penis into her vagina. While making his wife feel pain, he also made her feel sexual stimulation
. The two complemented each other, and his wife quickly became obsessed.
In the first half of the second year, he slapped his wife, put a collar and leash on her, walked the dog, exposed
her outdoors, and used SM equipment he bought for the house for bondage, breast torture, genital torture, and anal torture. It even escalated to the point where
his wife was willing to drink his urine and defecate in front of him. During each sexual encounter, his wife's face
was filled with unbelievable pleasure, even a distorted expression, brimming with incredible satisfaction.
She seemed like a completely different person, transformed from a noble white-collar worker, her parents' daughter, and
a virtuous wife and mother into a lowly maid, indulging in unrestrained desires. Afterwards, lying in his arms like a pampered little
girl, she would slowly return to her former self under his gentle comfort.
These were merely the prelude to the climax. When their illicit relationship continued into the latter
half of the second year, Ce made a shocking proposal to his wife. His wife shuddered upon hearing it, and only
after Ce's repeated assurances and pleas did she reluctantly agree to it once: "sexual asphyxiation."
The first time his wife engaged in sexual asphyxiation with Ce, her entire body visibly trembled. Ce gently caressed her
body, softly embraced her, lifted her legs, and penetrated her from the front, slowly thrusting in and
out while lowering his head to kiss her. This tender sex was just like our everyday sex life—warm and...
It was comfortable, but it happened quickly. After about ten minutes, his wife felt better. Ce picked up the plastic bag, smiled,
and whispered to his wife. She nodded shyly and let Ce put the plastic bag over her head.
It was clear that this wasn't the first time Ce had played the asphyxiation game with a woman. At first, he was tender and affectionate, gentle
yet elegant. But as the oxygen in the plastic bag dwindled, making it harder for his wife to breathe, and her chest heaved violently
, Ce increased the speed of his thrusting. When the oxygen in the plastic bag was completely depleted,
his wife's head, trapped inside, couldn't get any air and gasped for breath, the plastic bag pressed
against her face. Ce then slapped her hard across the face, pulled her nipples, and
thrust rapidly until she climaxed. He immediately untied the plastic bag, held his wife's panting body, and gently
comforted her. Finally, after she recovered, they kissed passionately…
I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes. Amidst my grief and anger, I noticed a slight pain in my groin. I was
hard; my erect, engorged glans pressed high against my crotch, refusing to soften.
I had already seen most of the content when I first stole it—over a hundred videos in two years
, and who knows how many more were never filmed. In the latter half of the second year, almost every video showed
Ce and his wife playing various forms of sexual asphyxiation. At first, they just put a plastic bag over her head
and had sex with her. Later, the plastic bag was replaced with her worn, smelly pantyhose, her mouth stuffed with stockings
, a wooden clip or tape over her nose, and she was handcuffed to a cross or X-shaped restraint frame, which they then
manipulated and whipped at will—a dangerous yet thrilling experience…
But if all of this only made me angry, disappointed, and heartbroken by my wife's infidelity, then
the last document—the most recently discovered, even more top-secret document—almost made me lose all
reason. That document made me want to kill Ce and my beloved wife.
Now, having calmed down a little, my hands are trembling again, a mixture of resentment and anticipation…
I really want to watch it again…
(To be continued)

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