Unexpected discovery of semen on wife's stockings

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I rushed to the hospital, quietly pushed open the door, and found my wife lying quietly on the bed. Her steady
breathing proved she was out of danger, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I gently went over, touched her forehead,
and smoothed her hair. I was sweating profusely from my anxiety, and sweat streamed down my face onto my wife's beautiful
cheek. I gently kissed her on the cheek, and she gave a soft "hmm," but didn't wake up.
"Excuse me, are you her husband?" the doctor asked me.
"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 , which is 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 while in a coma, and the arousal is very slow. 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 don't know 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 him, "What, doctor, do you think my wife's coma was caused by sexual asphyxiation?"
"...Yes, you may 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 medicine. It's a psychological issue.
We can only treat the symptoms this time. To cure the root cause, we need
the care 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 ."
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. The company was currently experiencing rapid
growth and was about to open a branch overseas. Having always been fluent in English and having worked at this company for so long, I
knew that the new branch would inevitably have many foreign staff speaking English. Unsurprisingly, I was chosen as the best candidate to manage
the branch . However, that day, while I was in front of a small shop on the street, I received
a call from a senior executive:
“Ah Liang, perhaps you should reconsider. The construction of this branch is of great importance. We all agree
that you are a highly experienced, steady, cautious yet bold, and relatively patient person—
the perfect candidate to manage the branch.”
"Director, you flatter me. I know this branch matter is of great importance and will lay a
solid . 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 for almost a year, and I
really can't leave her. Besides, there's a rising star in the company, Xiao Zhang. He's hardworking, his English is just as good
as mine, and he's very kind to his colleagues. If I have to give him this great opportunity, I won't
regret it."
"Oh...yes, I haven't seen your wife Bingbing in a long time. The last time I saw her, she had just become pregnant.
How is she doing?"
"Thanks to you, she's now resting at home every day. Her belly is quite big, and she's still
taking the supplements you sent her."
"Okay, I know you two are deeply in love, and I don't want to break you up at this crucial moment.
Since that's the case, I'll have Xiao Zhang go first. After your wife Bingbing gives birth to your big, healthy son, I'll have to go to your house for
the wedding banquet. If you're willing then, I'll arrange for you to take over the rest of the branch's work."
"In that case, I'll gladly accept without hesitation."
"Alright, alright, then you go ahead and get busy. Spend your vacation at home with your wife and child. I'll hang up now."
"Okay, see you later."
After hanging up the phone, I waited anxiously in front of a small shop. "Boss, is the key made? Can
you hurry up?"
The boss had taken the key earlier and was busy working on it. "Almost done, just a little longer."
A short while later
, the key was made. I took the new key, quickly turned back to put the original key back,
and drove off to an unfamiliar place.
The house was just an ordinary apartment building on the sixth floor. The house wasn't very big, and it was clear that the
owner wasn't very wealthy.
I sneaked into someone's house with the duplicate key, but I knew the owner was away on a 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, stench. Disgusted, I turned on the 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 you have. He's the one in 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 breeze, and her long, black hair swayed behind her. She was clearly shy. Having just transferred to our
school, standing in front of so many unfamiliar new classmates, two faint blushes appeared on her already rosy cheeks
. She came to my side, and a light fragrance wafted from her, like something out of a fairyland. I was stunned for several seconds. Her
face turned even redder under my gaze, as red as a freshly boiled egg, and she gently turned her head away to avoid my gaze,
her two small hands gently holding one 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 , 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.
"Wasn't it true? 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'm not. 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! A-Liang has
something to say to 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 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 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 My hands were clenched tightly, the veins on the back of my hands looking like they were about to explode. And the sky didn't seem
as blue as it had been then.
Bing's grades were average, above average. Although I was the class monitor, my best subject was actually English. Later,
because of my good English, I got opportunities to work with foreign companies. The teachers trusted me and
arranged for Bing, who had just transferred, to sit next to me as my deskmate. Because of our studies, Bing often asked me for help, and
we gradually became familiar with each other. It was a natural progression over time. There was no confession, no
ambiguity . We were both reserved, keeping our feelings for each other hidden in our hearts. Later, in college, we were still close and
often went out with friends. Then one time, when I was on a field trip with other club members, I brought Bing
along. They asked me who this beautiful girl was, saying they had never seen her before. I put my arm around her shoulder and said,
"This is my girlfriend."
She was obviously taken aback, but quickly looked up at me, took my hand, and nodded. "Mmm~"
The dark clouds in the sky began to shed raindrops, just like my feelings at that moment. Recalling
every little thing , my strength as a man prevented me from shedding tears, but my heart was already crying a river.
We finally got married. Bing's family was quite 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, we got married, got jobs, got promoted, bought a house—everything was so wonderful.
That night, Bing was no longer a virgin. She lay shyly in my arms. It was the first time I'd seen Bing's breasts; they
were like delicate jelly, trembling up and down with her nervous breathing. The two pink nipples on her breasts made me
want 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 vaginal opening.
"I'm going in, it'll hurt a little."
She nodded, wrapped her arms around my neck, looked at me affectionately, her body already trembling uncontrollably.
With a soft "plop," my penis slid in halfway, encountering resistance. With another push, Bing let out a gasp, "Ah!~" and
gasped softly. I felt my penis enveloped by a warm, moist mass of flesh, tight and
warm, a sensation as blissful as heaven. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flow down my thigh,
quickly drying.
Tears welled in Bing's eyes as she gazed deeply at me. "From now on... I'm your woman
... you must treat me well..."
I nodded and kissed her lips. "I will. I will give you my best."
"Forever..."
"Yes, forever."
From that moment on, Bing transformed from a charming young woman into my wife, someone everyone envied.
Our married life was very happy. When we were short of money, my father-in-law helped me a lot.
With help, as we gradually 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 travel. Our footprints were left all over the world, and
everywhere there were sweet photos of us, our faces close together, beaming with happiness,
a scene that drew envy from passersby as we held hands and playfully teased each other. Everyone who saw us said we were a couple deeply in love, but who knew
we never actually been in a relationship? Or rather, we'd been in love from the very first moment we met, and now we've been married
for many years.
I choked back a sob. The light rain soaked my coat, making me quicken my
pace . But that home that I once longed for, that warm and comfortable place, that
home where my beautiful wife waited for me and I could relax—now it filled me with both love and fear.
Our first child was born, a daughter. We named her Anqiao. My wife hoped she
would have a peaceful and safe life, and I hoped she would be as well-behaved and adorable as her mother.
Several years have passed in the blink of an eye. Our youngest daughter can run, jump, and speak fluently. Soon, our
second child will be born. She's already five months along, and my wife's belly has grown big again,
round and full. Far from being unattractive, it radiates maternal glow. Her once slender, sexy, and curvaceous figure
now looks incredibly endearing.
However…
while the whole family is immersed in the joy of my wife's pregnancy, I see something I shouldn't have seen
, a truth I'd rather never have known.
My wife works at a hotel, a typical office lady. Her daily uniform consists of a blazer, short skirt, stockings, and
high heels. To be honest, she's very sexy. Every day when I drive her home after work, passersby
can't help but slow down and glance at her, especially at her long, straight legs in stockings.
The hazy texture of her legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, the soft, smooth touch, is something you can feel just by looking at them.
Every day after work, she would take off her stockings and wash them. Sometimes, if she was a little lazy,
she would sweetly ask me to wash her underwear and stockings from the past few days. I couldn't refuse. As the
daughter of an official, she usually did all the housework. Even when she sweetly asked me to help, she
would playfully suddenly use soap bubbles to amuse me, which was incredibly sweet.
She lay lazily on the bed, raised her buttocks, and let me unzip her skirt, pull it down,
and then hook the elastic band of the pantyhose, slowly peeling it off her thighs.
"Ugh, it smells so bad!" I held the stockings to my nose and smelled them. A strong, salty, sour odor
hit . I had heard that women's feet easily smell when wearing stockings, and even a pure and beautiful woman like my wife was no exception.
But women are human too; they are flesh and blood. How could a man
like her ?
"You naughty devil, who told you to smell me? Go wash up now."
"Hehe, you're shy, I love that."
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 pm and didn't get home until 10 pm 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 I shouldn't have seen on her stockings.
The stockings were thin, flesh-colored thong pantyhose that my wife usually wore to work. However, the crotch area
was torn in several places, and there were several hard,
irregular patches of discharge 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 the rest of the stockings, I found that the discharge
was more extensive and obvious
on the soles. The entire sole of the stocking smelled bad, was wrinkled, and even had some snot-like substance stuck to it.
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 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? It didn't seem like it. She was happy when we were together; the happiness on her face and the passion she exuded for us were undeniable. Had she fallen for someone else? Yet our life was still the same as when we first got married, even more lively because of Why? What did I do wrong? The drizzle quickly turned into large raindrops hitting me. My coat was soaked. I ran along the roadside houses, clutching a small portable hard drive tightly in my hand, careful not to let the rain wet it. That night, I was almost in despair. 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 make her unhappy. Everyone who knew us said I was a model husband, and 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. However, I never thought that one day she would betray me, betray me in the very thing I cared about most. Looking at my wife sleeping soundly in bed, a few strands of hair were scattered on her beautiful face. Her gentle face was as white as white teeth in the moonlight, moving and pitiful. Who would have thought that such a beautiful woman, who had always been gentle, considerate, and family-oriented would have a lover outside her husband's life? At that moment, I wanted to grab her, roughly pull her up, and question her, "Why did you betray me?! What did I do wrong to you?! Why did you get involved with another man?! Tell me! Why!!!" I wanted to shout that at her. But I can't do it. I've never been rough with her. In all these years since I met her, no matter how mischievous, coquettish, or naughty she sometimes is, even when she's jokingly punishing her,

I never dared to be rough with her. She was too precious to me; I couldn't bear
to hurt her, even after her mistake. I was even afraid of how she would
react . If she still loved me, would she feel ashamed, sad, or remorseful after I revealed her secret? I mocked
my own boundless love for her, standing foolishly by the bed, watching this woman I loved so deeply, struggling
internally .
I wanted to know who that man was, what kind of person could
have interfered . I had to find him.
One day, two days, one week, two weeks—the tracking of my wife was unbelievable. Her
disguise of her whereabouts was beyond my expectations. If I hadn't discovered
the semen and deliberately tracked her, I would have been kept in the dark by her gentle lies, just like before.
Finally, I saw that man, or rather, a boy. It's hard to imagine that my wife, who already has a
daughter , would fall for such a tall young man. He looks to be under 24, at least
three years younger than my wife and me. He's tall but quite thin, handsome but with a goofy look. Actually, I
've seen this man many times before. During the two weeks I followed my wife, I saw him every day. I
always thought he was just one of my wife's colleagues, or rather, her 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 into 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." My wife had just gotten out of the car when the
man named Ce greeted her with a smile.
"Okay, good, thank you for your hard work. Xiao Hui took the day off last night. Could
you 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 my 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 like it."
"Okay."
"Hehe, Sister Bing, how about we go out for dinner tonight?"
Upon hearing this, his wife tapped his 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..." As he spoke, Ce 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 turned red, and she playfully punched his chest a few times, her expression highly provocative. She also pouted, "You're so annoying,
so annoying, always thinking about this kind of thing. You should put this energy into your work."
"I've worked really hard too, so, we should... right?"
My wife glanced around a couple of times, and I quickly turned away and walked 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. Pushing aside the leaves, the scene before me struck me like a thunderbolt.
My wife's skirt was pulled up to her waist, revealing a pair of full, round
buttocks . 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. She held Ce's thighs with her hands, sucking continuously, 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.
那一刻我的心如刀绞般疼痛，妻子与我的性爱从来只限于普通的男上女下式，
我并不是那种天生就贪恋色欲的人，我只懂的把自己一切的爱都奉献给自己最爱
的人，我怕弄疼她，我怕伤害到她，我怕她会不喜欢，可如今，妻子她却在光天
化日之下给一个野男人口交，而且还撩起裙子刻意翘起自己的只穿了裤袜没有内
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，多想马上沖出去，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。
But isn't what I'm doing ridiculous? She betrayed me first, she sold out my kindness to her, yet
I still subconsciously want to protect her, want to cherish her... At that moment, I hated myself, for being
bound .
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, reaching for the steel bars, unzipping my bag
to retrieve them.
Opening the door, a wave of warmth washed over me; inside, laughter filled the air. Two people—no, three, four…
There were five of us, including my daughter Anqiao, who was chattering and making a lot of noise. She was surrounded by a group of elderly people
playing and performing for her, and 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, and came to
take off my coat, getting herself soaked. "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 need to...I need to go somewhere nearby to take care of something, it's not too far..."
"Just call me and I'll come pick you up. It's not good to get soaked, it's easy to catch a cold in this weather.
Take off your clothes, I'll get you a towel and you can take a hot shower. Oh, and my parents and your parents, our little darling
is here too." She finished speaking and gently kissed my cheek, then turned and went into the bathroom to get me a towel,
standing on tiptoe to dry the raindrops from my head.
I was stunned, my heart churning. One second I was filled with hatred, wanting 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 mother were busy in the kitchen, while my
father-in-law and 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 call them to have some food 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
I wanted to 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 when she's retired. I feel relieved 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 can we not eat well? You're almost a little
fat pig !"
Hearing my voice, my little daughter peeked out from the kitchen and saw it was me. She ran and jumped into my
arms , "Daddy!~"
My little daughter's innocent smile brought a long-lost smile to my face. Looking at her silly and innocent
appearance, it was as if I saw my wife's shadow when she was 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 at Grandpa and Grandma's?"
"Yes~ I even helped Grandma and Grandpa cook~" My little cutie took my hand and ran to the kitchen.
Seeing my daughter so lively made me genuinely happy. I played with her, and helped my mother-in-law and my mom in
the kitchen . During dinner, watching my little princess's adorable dancing and
waving made the whole family beam with joy. Looking at my wife's round belly, I
wondered if the little life inside would be even more adorable than our little 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 all 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
." I pinched my daughter's rosy cheeks as I watched her run into the kitchen.
Lying in the hot water, the clash between reason and impulse almost drove me mad. My parents, my daughter,
my family, everything I have, and… my beloved wife.
What What would happen to my parents-in-law if I lost her? I can't lose them. Even if
it wasn't for my own sake, how could I do something so foolish and cause my already gray-haired parents further worry?
But didn't my wife consider the consequences of her actions for our family?
No, she must have thought about it, she must have understood, but why did she still do something to hurt me, hurt
her parents, hurt her family...
I hate her, I hate that she is so perfect, that the moment I saw her gentleness and thoughtfulness I gave up all thoughts of revenge against
her, I hate that she is so beautiful and charming, that the moment I saw her I couldn't bear to treat her
badly at all, 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
wife and mother would cheat on me and find 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 and that man's perverse games. 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 , 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
our family portraits 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
life …
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 know, I'll come."
At the dinner table, people from two families who didn't know each other before sat together because of my wife and I's marriage. Four
elderly people , a little girl, my wife and I sat around the table enjoying a sumptuous dinner. My mother-in-law
said to me, "Ah Liang, see when you're free. We'll go with your parents, we're all family, and take
little Anqiao to take a family photo. What do you think?"
My wife replied coquettishly, "Mom~ I'm pregnant, it's not pretty with such a big belly. Let's take it after the baby is born
."
"What's so bad about it? Let me tell you, a woman's most precious time is during pregnancy. Since you
don't want to we'll wait until after the baby is born to take the photos, okay?"
I nodded. "Hmm, I'll see when we can find a time, and I'll let you know then."
"Okay, okay." My mother-in-law was clearly very happy. My
younger daughter was overjoyed. "Take photos! Take photos~ Take photos!~"
I patted the back of her head, trying again to convince myself that I couldn't let such happiness
slip away.
After finally getting my daughter to sleep, I was completely exhausted. I tried to calm myself
down and filled the tub with hot water. "Bing, the hot water's ready. Come take a bath,"
my wife said, her body naked, her round belly protruding. She naturally covered her full breasts with
one hand and carried a towel in the other as she entered the small bathroom stall. "I can do it myself. You should go and 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 first married me, her breasts were a C-cup, small and delicate, with tiny
pink 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 it even more; I thought it was sexier, radiating the glow of maternal love and the
maturity . 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 member called me again today, asking me one last time about the company's
expansion ."
"What...what did you say to him?"
"Do you want me to go?" I was about to tell her the truth, but then my mind raced, and I probed her with this question instead.
"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 child 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 breathing. "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 ."
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 certainly good, but the most important thing is that the baby is healthy. I hope the little one won't cause you
too much trouble when it's born, and won't be like little Anqiao, making you suffer too much."
My wife chuckled. "Husband, I love you... In the future... In the future, I'll give you a third one, okay?"
"Why?"
"Don't you want it? When we're old, we can enjoy a happy retirement surrounded by our children and grandchildren."
I stroked her hand. "Two is enough. Any more and we won't be able to take care of you. It'll exhaust you."
"As long as you want it, husband, 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.
"Husband, meeting you is the greatest happiness of my life. Your father was praising you when he was talking to your father earlier."
I still believed that my wife's words were 100% sincere. This genuine expression of love
couldn't be faked. I could feel it in my heart, and I could also sense that she was thinking about that
man . She must have some reason I didn't know.
"What did she praise me for?"
"She praised everything, except for one scolding."
"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 stroking 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..."
"Okay."
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. 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 I was also suddenly excited by my wife's stimulation. My wife had
never used many positions with me. We always used missionary, or at most side entry, or she
would lie on her stomach while I penetrated 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 hard, and she blushed as she increased the speed and intensity of her stroking. Her other
small hand gently massaged my testicles, sometimes lightly, sometimes with a slight squeeze, which gave me an incredibly pleasurable sensation.
Shen roared. I originally thought our sex life used to be fulfilling and blissful, and that was
enough . I never expected that my wife would only slightly change her masturbation technique, and it would make me so comfortable that I didn't want to
go back to the simpler way we used to be.
While my wife was masturbating me, she would glance at me from
time and then lower her head to carefully examine my penis. "Oh! Wife, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Hmm!!
Ugh!! -- Oh... Ugh... Huff... Huff..."
"Ah!~" she exclaimed, and several very thick streams of semen shot out from my urethra, half of which quickly
shot straight onto my wife's cheek, adding a touch of lewdness to her beautiful face. My testicles were still contracting
, and then several more streams of even thicker semen gushed out, almost covering my wife's small hand.
"So much and so thick, you must have been holding back for the past few months." My wife said while wiping her face.
Yes, I haven't had sex with my wife for several months since she got pregnant.
Besides, I discovered her infidelity. I haven't even asked her to masturbate me. My semen is really
thick from holding back for months.
After washing up and settling both sets of parents, I looked at our sleeping daughter. My wife was getting ready for bed, but
I still had other thoughts on my mind.
"Are you 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, and took my laptop to the kitchen.
Looking at the portable hard drive in my hand—the thing I'd risked breaking into that man's house to steal—it contained
evidence of my wife's affair with him and the various perverse sexual games they played.
The man named Ce was my wife's colleague and subordinate. He was about three and a half years younger than her and
started working at her hotel about three years ago. The reason for their relationship is hard to
say, but it's certain that Ce became my wife's subordinate. Even if it was just a working relationship
, they would have been very close every day. Ce is a seemingly friendly but actually malicious person. Just the fact that he secretly filmed
so many embarrassing moments behind my wife's back is enough for me to criticize him like this. He flattered her with his words but was secretly plotting something. The videos
constantly revealed that my wife liked this young man's witty and humorous speaking style. Even when she
pretended to scold this younger man, she always gave him a slap and a treat. Moreover, he was a junior colleague, my wife's
subordinate, and a member of the team she was going to lead. This necessary care became the best
medium .
This guy is definitely the kind of guy women like, especially my wife, who's gentle and refined. She
's like a shy flower bud waiting to bloom; all it takes is a little dew from a passerby, and she'll
blossom for that person, waiting to be picked. And this guy, Ce, is the type who'll pick any pretty flower he sees
, and he's willing to put in the effort to nurture it.
There weren't many private photos taken during this period, spanning a whole year. The biggest difference between Ce and his colleagues is that
he 's the youngest in the entire company, and he's very good at flattering people—basically, he's a suck-up and knows
how to be charming. 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 my wife worked
. Being a newcomer, unfamiliar with the place and lacking capital and connections, he was inevitably
bullied. My kind and gentle 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 became a full-time employee.
This laid the foundation for his relationship with my wife, and over time, she began to treat him like a younger brother.
After getting the job with my wife's help, Ce was very grateful to her. He constantly flattered her, making her
work less tedious, and often bought her small favors like flowers and gifts. Although my wife felt a little
embarrassed , she was happy to be liked. If Ce's actions had stopped there, perhaps we could have become friends,
even if 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 picnics with several close colleagues. Finally, one
day… he confessed his feelings to my wife.
Her reaction was strong. From my perspective, I couldn't guess her thoughts; 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 persisted, even grabbing my wife. She broke free, but Ce pulled back, and
they a while. In desperation, my wife slapped him, stared at him for several seconds, and stormed
out of the frame. It took Ce a while to recover and turn off the recording.
However, it didn't take long. When I clicked on the next video, my wife and Ce had made up again. 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 lowered his head.
My wife didn't press him. "Don't do that again, okay?"
"I just like you, sister. My hometown is practically a rural area. No one has ever been this kind to me since I came to Dacheng
, only you."
My wife put down her teacup. "I know, so I hope you can live a good life. I have a family and I
'm a few years older than you. Work hard, be a good person, and I'll help you out. Find a girlfriend and you can
settle down . Isn't that great?"
Ce didn't answer, only speaking evasively.
For a long time afterward, there were no recordings, only some very short clips, 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 happening—that...
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 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 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, but her face was already flushed.
At the karaoke bar, she mostly just quietly joined in the fun, and she didn't sing too freely, only daring to sing
some softer songs. But I noticed a detail: after my wife finished singing, she consciously sat down
next to Ce. Ce put one arm around the back of her head on the sofa, his hand gently on her shoulder, as if
he were extending his arm to hug her. She didn't feel awkward at all, chatting and laughing with her friends.
As night deepened, his wife was clearly tired. Not a strong drinker, she had taken a few more sips. Standing up, she felt
dizzy , and wearing high heels, she nearly fell. Ce immediately helped her,
said goodbye to his colleagues, hailed a taxi, and helped his wife into the car.
Although his wife wasn't a heavy drinker, she wasn't the type to get drunk after just a few sips.
My first thought when I saw this was, "That bastard Ce drugged me.
" "Um…where are we going…uh…my head is so dizzy…Ce…" His wife, half-asleep
, 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
his wife's arm, but the instant he touched her skin, he recoiled as if electrocuted, then
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 muscular physique, 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 escaping onto her delicate skin. Under the influence of alcohol and drugs, my wife, who already adored Ce
, began to breathe rapidly, unconsciously tilting 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 really love you! I swear, I will cherish you and love you even more than your husband.
Without you, I can't possibly 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. After his wife's skin turned red from excitement, he stuck out his tongue
and licked her delicate neck, causing his wife to tremble. One of his hands quietly touched his wife's lower body,
penetrating under her skirt and playing with his wife's most private genitals, which were covered by pantyhose.
"Ce!...Stop...Sister begs you...Waaah...Waaah..." The wife tried desperately to resist,
but 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 on top of her. 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 it..."
"I can make you feel even better."
"Mmm, wait...Oh..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ce lifted his wife's legs and placed them on his shoulders, pulled down his boxer shorts, revealing his ferocious
, thick penis pointing directly at his wife's genitals.
Ce's penis is indescribably big. Judging by its size, it's about the same length as mine, which is 15 centimeters long.
His looks similar to mine, maybe a little longer, around 18 centimeters. However, mine is straighter,
while Ce's curves upwards. Also, he doesn't look like a virgin at all. His penis is very dark in color and has a lot of hair.
Another problem is that it's too thick, really too thick, like a woman's forearm.
With a ripping sound, Ce tore a hole in his wife's pantyhose, her skirt was lifted to her waist, and her panties were pushed
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 penis, watching as the glans pressed
against his wife's labia, squeezing inward.
"Ce...you...you should wear a condom, okay...?"
"Sister, you promised me you'd be my woman, and I'll take good care of you! I'll work hard, earn
money, and make you the happiest woman!" His
wife shook her head. "I can't live without my husband...but, just this once, okay? Promise me,
and 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 recording
as this man's young and strong penis, from the urethral opening to the glans, from the glans to the shaft, was completely inserted.
He entered that vagina that originally belonged only to me, that only I had ever felt, that countless men envied, until only his
two ugly testicles were exposed, 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 my wife, who had never been with another man before, seemed very uncomfortable.
I was originally 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 , 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
white foam. Each thrust brought out thick streams of white fluid. The tension and grievance on her face
soon transformed into the sweaty, shy look I only ever saw when we were deeply in love in bed
. 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 over the next two years
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 just genuinely liked each other, felt we were a good match, and naturally got together. It's like two
gears that fit 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 is like that of lovers, siblings, but it goes beyond lovers. Browsing through
the videos from the next two years, I discovered a side of the wife that was previously unknown. Ce's sexual skills didn't match his actual
age
his techniques were also extremely varied. Every caress, every kiss, every touch of his pectoral muscles against his wife's breasts was
coordinated, sometimes forceful, sometimes gentle. Even his wife, who initially resisted strongly, was quickly
conquered by his mysterious and rhythmic caresses.
What was supposed to be a one-time thing quickly turned into an endless series of affairs. My wife became somewhat addicted
to this kind of sex, so different from what I, her legal husband, offered. Although Ce was my wife's subordinate during the day,
often consulting her and learning from her, once off work he would transform into a young, virile
man, dragging my wife around for fun. But once in bed, he would become incredibly 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 was very simple, a romantic, shy, and gentle kind of love. We had never tried
anything . No matter how much my wife resisted, Ce would 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 Ce penetrated and manipulated her from behind, slapping her plump
buttocks as he did so.
But he didn't just spank and forcefully have sex with her. Sometimes he would gently hold my
wife , embrace her, caress her, and whisper sweet nothings to soothe her emotions. My wife mysteriously enjoyed this.
Each time she was spanked until she cried, she would obediently lie in Ce's arms and let him caress her, even rubbing her face against his chest like
a kitten.
Gradually, their sexual games escalated from this basic pattern of violence beginning and gentle ending:
bondage, genital play, spanking, whips, gags, mouth gags, 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, my 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 is 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 down there, so I touched it a little."
"Ugh...it's dirty there..."
"It's not dirty. I love any part of your body."
"So cheesy... I love 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... 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 ached...
The following year, their sex life escalated again; Ce began to try slapping his wife's ears. This was a leap
forward. My wife's father, my father-in-law, was an official, his position was not high, but it wasn't insignificant. She was a
pampered daughter , and it's no exaggeration to say that, apart from her mother's strict discipline, she had always been a protected and
cherished little woman. I would never let her suffer any grievances. Ce simply pleaded with my wife in a low voice, saying he wanted to
try it, and assured her that everything was for her comfort, that he would use special methods to make her feel
good, and that it was just a trial, and if she didn't like it, he would never mention it 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." But then, he quickly inserted his penis into my wife's vagina, thrusting in and out a couple of
times, then with a backhand "smack," he gently slapped her face again, and then quickly
thrust in and out 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 . 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, 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."
"Ugh~ You're so smooth-talking..."
"How about 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 home for bondage, breast torture, genital torture, and anal torture. It even escalated to
the point 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 and a virtuous wife and mother into a lowly maid, indulging in unrestrained pleasure. Afterwards, she would lie in his arms like a pampered
little girl, slowly returning to her former self under his gentle comfort.
This was just the prelude to the climax. When their illicit sexual relationship continued into the latter
half of the second year, Ce made a shocking proposal to his wife. She
shuddered only after Ce's repeated assurances and pleas did she reluctantly agree once: "sexual asphyxiation."
When my wife first engaged in sexual asphyxiation with Ce, her whole body was visibly trembling. Ce gently caressed her
body, softly embraced her, lifted her legs, and penetrated her from the front, slowly thrusting in and out while
lowering to kiss her. This tender sex was just like our daily sex life, warm and
comfortable. But soon, after about ten minutes, when my wife came to her senses, Ce picked up a plastic bag,
smiled, whispered to my 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 inside the plastic bag dwindled, and his wife struggled to breathe, her chest
heaving violently, Ce increased the speed of his thrusting. When the oxygen inside the bag was completely depleted,
his wife's head was trapped inside, unable to breathe, gasping for air, the bag pressed
against her face. Ce then slapped her hard across the face, pulled her nipples, and
continued thrusting rapidly until she reached orgasm. He immediately untied the plastic bag, held her 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 sadness and resentment, I noticed a slight pain in my groin. I
was hard; my erect, engorged glans was pressing high against my crotch, refusing to soften.
I had already seen most of the content when I first stole it—over a hundred
videos , 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, her nose clipped with a wooden clamp or tape, and her handcuffed to a cross or X-shaped restraint frame,
where they would play with and whip her 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 file—the most recently discovered, even more top-secret file—almost made me lose all
my reason. That file made me want to kill Ce and my beloved wife.
Now, having calmed down a bit, my hands are trembling again. Amidst the resentment, there's also a strange sense of anticipation…
I really want to watch it again…

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