Can a cheating husband be forgiven?

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Across from me was a small playground. Although it only had a small sandpit and a small slide, many children were still playing there.

When I was pregnant, my husband would always accompany me here for a walk after dinner, chatting about what life would be like with a baby. But now…

Before I knew it, the sun had set, and the evening glow painted the sky a deep red. I took out my phone and glanced at the time; it was already 6:30. There was one unread WeChat message from Yueling, telling me she had already gone home. That was all; I should go home too.

On my way home, I passed a supermarket and bought some vegetables, ribs, and some snacks.

When I opened the door, my husband was already awake, sitting on the sofa in the living room, smoking. The ashtray was full of cigarette butts. My husband rarely smokes at home, and I had emptied the ashtray that morning. It was clear how many cigarettes he had smoked in the short few hours I had been away. The house was filled with smoke.

“What’s wrong, honey? Why are you smoking so much?” I asked casually, opening the living room window.

"No, nothing, it's just... it's just work stuff, I'm a little upset," my husband stammered.

I knew he was just trying to cover up what had just happened.

"Is there some trouble at work? Can you tell me?" I sat down next to him, took the still-burning cigarette from his hand, and stubbed it out in the ashtray. I didn't want to put too much pressure on him; after all, I was the one who pushed Yue Ling into his arms.

"Nothing much, it's just that the recent project isn't going well," my husband lied, trying to sound casual.

"Tell me what's wrong. Although I can't help you much, I can listen to you." I leaned on my husband's shoulder. He must have showered while I was away; I could smell the scent of shower gel on him.

"Okay, I'm sorry, honey, I've neglected you lately," my husband suddenly hugged me and whispered in my ear.

"It's okay, work is important." I felt a pang of sadness at his sudden tenderness.

"Okay, I'm going to change." I pushed him away and went to the bedroom. The sheets had already been changed; it seemed my husband didn't want me to know what had happened that afternoon.

"Honey, you drank so much at noon, let's have something light for dinner." I changed my clothes and came out of the bedroom. My husband looked at me, his expression unusually tense.

"Okay." My husband stood up, his eyes clearly avoiding mine. I didn't know how Yue Ling had faced my husband, but seeing his current behavior, I knew he didn't want me to know what had happened between him and Yue Ling this afternoon.

For dinner, I simply made two bowls of clear soup noodles. After dinner, I tidied everything up. My husband, unusually, didn't go to his study to work, but instead sat beside me in the living room, watching a boring variety show with me. He even thoughtfully peeled an orange and an apple for me.

When it was time for bed, my husband and I went into the bedroom together.

"This afternoon, I drank too much and felt unwell, so I threw up on the sheets and washed them." Looking at the brand-new sheets, my husband explained.

"You can leave them there; I'll wash them when I get back." I pretended not to care. I took off my pajamas and lay down on the bed.

My husband lay down behind me and hugged me tightly, which surprised me. Ever since I brought up the idea of divorce, we'd always slept back-to-back at home. This hug felt a little strange.

"Wife, I love you," he whispered in my ear.

"What's wrong? We've been married for so long, why are you being so mushy?" I turned around and looked at my husband's strong face. Years had honed it; the face that once drove countless women crazy had become more composed and mature.

"Nothing, let's not get a divorce, okay? Even without children, it'll just be the two of us for the rest of our lives, okay?" My husband nuzzled against my neck like a child.

"Okay, we won't get a divorce. We'll be together forever." I hugged him, gently comforting him. I was starting to regret letting Yue Ling into our lives. I suddenly felt it was so unfair to him.

I don't know when I fell asleep, I only know that I slept very soundly that night, my husband's embrace was so warm...

In the morning, after making breakfast for my husband and seeing him off to work, I was alone in the empty house again, and suddenly felt so lonely. It wasn't that I hadn't thought about going back to work, but I sent out so many resumes, all to no avail, not a single company replied, so I gave up.

Just then, the phone rang. It was Yueling calling, Yueling again asking me to meet her at the coffee shop downstairs from her office.

I quickly tidied myself up and went out to meet her.

When I arrived at the coffee shop, Yueling wasn't there yet. I found a secluded and quiet corner, ordered a latte, and waited for her.

"Sorry, sorry, a client suddenly came in, I was a little late." I had almost finished my coffee when Yueling rushed over. "

It's okay, what would you like to drink? It's on me." I called the waiter, ordered an Americano for Yueling, and a lemonade for myself.

"What did you do yesterday?" Yueling asked after the coffee was served and the waiter left.

"Nowhere, just went to the little park next to our house and sat there all afternoon," I answered truthfully.

"Oh, so... when you got home last night, didn't Rong Ling say anything?" Yueling asked anxiously.

"No, just like usual." Except, this "usual" was the "usual" we had when we first got married.

"After Rong Ling woke up yesterday... he was a little dazed. But he seemed to want to avoid any further entanglement with me. He said to treat it as a mistake he made, and if I had any requests, I could tell him. He also said I shouldn't tell you about what happened yesterday afternoon." Yueling was very nervous. But I didn't know what she was nervous about.

"It's okay, it's up to you. If you don't want to have any further entanglement with Rong Ling, I'll pretend this never happened." I took a sip of lemonade. Last night, my gentle husband made me regret my absurd decision.

"Oh, that's good, that's good." Although Yueling said that, I could sense her disappointment.

After leaving the coffee shop, I went straight home. The boring afternoon made me feel lazy, and I wanted to take a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep, so I decided to give the house a thorough cleaning.

I'm a doer, so I got right to work, starting with my husband's study. I organized the books that were piled up in a mess and put them neatly on the bookshelf. I wiped the floor clean and watered the plants. In two hours, all the rooms except the bedroom were spotless.

When I was cleaning the bedroom, I found a black lace thong under the bed. This kind of thing was clearly not mine. Could it be... Yueling's?

Looking at it, my mind went blank again, and I found myself unconsciously holding it to my nose and sniffing it intensely.

There was actually no smell on it, but all I could think about was this dress on Yueling, the narrow fabric clinging to her, lying on my and my husband's bed, my husband's strong, rough hands caressing her body, Yueling feeling comfortable, uncontrollably wet, soaking...

The

imagery in my mind made my hand unconsciously slip inside my pants, rubbing my own, which also became unusually wet...

My mind continued to fantasize about my husband and Yueling. Yesterday, right there on the big bed in front of me, the two of them were completely naked, rolling around on the bed, Yueling's cries of pleasure, my husband's heavy breathing, their interaction—it all seemed to be happening right before my eyes...

I lay on the bed, holding Yueling's vagina in my hand, inhaling it frantically, while my other hand struggled to pull down my pants, which were already overflowing. Rubbing and kneading couldn't satisfy my inner desires anymore. I inserted my fingers, frantically fiddling with them... I wanted it, I wanted to be with my husband and Yueling...

"Ahhhhh!!" A wave of pleasure washed over my entire body. It was a comfort I had never experienced before, and I had never felt this good with my husband...

"Ring ring ring~~~" The phone rang from afar, instantly waking me up. What was I doing? Hadn't I already regretted pushing Yueling onto my husband? Why, why did I still feel so excited when I fantasized about them together?

I didn't bother to get dressed, running naked to the living room and picking up the phone from the coffee table. It was my husband calling.

"Hello? Honey?" I asked, still slightly out of breath.

"Honey, what's wrong? Why are you breathing so heavily?" My husband asked worriedly when he heard my panting.

"Nothing, I was doing a spring cleaning. My phone was in the living room, and I ran a little too fast when it rang," I made up a reason.

"Oh, honey, I have a business dinner tonight, so I won't be home for dinner. You'll have to cook for yourself. Don't skip dinner because it's too much trouble, okay?" my husband instructed on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, honey, don't drink too much, and don't drive after drinking. Call a designated driver, okay?" I also reminded my husband.

"Okay, honey, I'll hang up now. Remember to eat," my husband added before hanging up.

After hanging up, I realized how disheveled I looked. I wasn't wearing pants, I was holding Yueling's [product name] in my hand, and my thighs were wet and a little cold. Looking at myself like this, my face instantly turned bright red. I went back to the bedroom, carefully folded what I was holding, and put it in my closet. Afraid my husband would find it, I hid it in a very secluded corner...

My husband came home after midnight. He was surprised to see me sitting on the sofa.

"Still not asleep?" he asked.

"No, I was waiting for you, worried you might be drunk." I went to him, took his suit jacket, and arranged his slippers.

"Okay, get some rest. I told them I drove today and didn't drink." He said, then went into the bedroom, his eyes clearly avoiding my gaze.

Actually, I already noticed something was wrong. His hairstyle was different; he had clearly just washed his hair, and the shampoo smelled like Yue Ling's. I didn't think much of it and followed him into the bedroom. Lying in bed, my husband held me. He smelled like he had just showered, the fresh scent of shower gel... Had he seen Yue Ling that night? That night, even with my husband in my arms, I didn't sleep well. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, constantly wondering why my husband had gone to see Yueling, why he had taken a bath at her place, whether they had slept together again, and why he had lied to me about having a business dinner that night.

Anxious, I woke up early, made breakfast for my husband, and after seeing him off, I eagerly called Yueling to arrange to meet her at the same coffee shop as yesterday.

I arrived at the agreed-upon location early. Because it was during working hours, the coffee shop was nearly empty, except for a father and daughter.

"Daddy, Daddy, why isn't Mommy here yet?" the little girl asked in her childish voice.

"Mommy is working. Mommy will be here soon. Mommy said she would take you out to play today, so she wouldn't lie to you, baby. Mommy has never lied to you, has she?" the girl's father said affectionately to his daughter.

Looking at this father and daughter, I felt incredibly sad. If I could get pregnant again and have a child, would Rong Ling treat our child with the same tenderness when they grew up?

A short while later, the girl's mother arrived at the coffee shop, bought a small cake for the girl, and then left with the girl and her father.

Seeing this loving family of three, my resolve hardened.

A little while later, Yue Ling arrived.

"Sorry I'm late," Yue Ling said apologetically, sitting opposite me.

"Last night, you were with Rong Ling, weren't you?" I asked, my tone certain, because the scent of Yue Ling's hair was exactly the same as my husband's hair yesterday.

"I'm sorry, Zi Jun, yesterday, I was the one who asked Rong Ling out. We didn't do anything. I just told him that what happened last time was because he was drunk and mistook me for you, and that it was all voluntary. I won't bother him and he shouldn't feel burdened. During dinner, the waiter accidentally spilled some food on his clothes, so I took Rong Ling to my apartment to shower, and I took his clothes to be washed. We didn't do anything, Zi Jun, please don't misunderstand," Yue Ling hurriedly explained, but now, these explanations were meaningless to me.

"Yueling, I don't blame you. I asked you to come here today just to tell you that what I said before still holds true. I don't mind anymore. I hope you and Rongling can have a child. You...you and Rongling don't need to care about me." Seeing that loving family just now, I really hoped Rongling would have a child of his own.

"Zijun, are you really serious?" Yueling asked in surprise.

"Yes, I'm serious, Yueling. If Rongling doesn't want to be entangled with you, you can be entangled with him. You can even threaten him. Once you have a child, everything will be simple. Even...even if Rongling asks for a divorce and stays with you, I won't resent you..." I said with difficulty, but I didn't want that day to come. I didn't want to be separated from my husband...

"Let me think about it." Although Yueling said this, I could see the light in her eyes.

After parting with Yueling, I went home. This time, my heart was finally no longer conflicted.

The days that followed were the same as usual. My husband left early every day and came back very late when he had social engagements. I hadn't contacted Yueling and didn't know if anything had happened between her and her husband until one day, I noticed something amiss.

That day, my husband told me he had a business dinner and would be home late, telling me to go to sleep first. I originally intended to wait for him to come home before going to sleep, but by midnight, I couldn't stay awake any longer. I made some honey water in a thermos and put it on the coffee table. I also sent my husband a WeChat message telling him I was going to sleep first and that I had left the honey water on the table before going to bed.

As I slept, I vaguely sensed someone beside me. I turned over and saw my husband lying next to me. Although there was a faint smell of alcohol, his hair and body still had a faint fragrance—a fragrance that belonged to Yueling…

From then on, my husband would come home very late every few days. When he did come home, he would still have the unique scent of Yueling's shampoo and shower gel. Once, when I was washing his shirt, there was a lipstick stain on the collar…

During this time, my husband didn't touch me. Although sometimes he would hold me while sleeping, whenever I asked, he would always make excuses that he was too tired and didn't want to do it. Even when he did, it was only for a few minutes before he would fall asleep again.

Finally, one day, I couldn't take it anymore. I contacted Yueling and asked to meet her…

This time, the meeting place was Yueling's apartment.

After meeting Yueling, we chatted briefly. Then, I excused myself to use the restroom. I picked up the shampoo and shower gel from the shelf, opened the caps, and smelled them. They were the same as the ones my husband was wearing. I finally realized that my husband was indeed with Yueling.

Coming out of the restroom, I didn't know whether to feel happy or sad.

"You and Rong Ling are together, right?" I finally asked.

"Yes, Rong Ling said I could be his mistress, but he won't allow me to break up his family." Yueling's tone was calm; I couldn't tell if she was happy or sad.

"Well, that's good." I didn't know what to say. I had actually helped my husband find a mistress. If word got out, everyone would think I was crazy.

Leaving Yueling's house, I returned home in a daze. My heart was filled with mixed emotions. Should I be happy?

Rong Ling had a normal woman by his side who could have his child. Should I be sad? Would my husband one day get tired of me and want a divorce?

For the next while, my husband remained the same, but thankfully, he came home every night, no matter how late. This reminded me of a line from a TV drama: if a man comes home every night, it proves that he still cares about his family...

Although he came home every day, he didn't touch me even once during this time, even when I tried to confront him in what I considered the most appropriate way. He remained unresponsive, which made me very sad.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to know why my husband could vent his frustrations on Yueling, but was so indifferent to me.

I arranged to meet Yueling at her house again.

Arriving at Yueling's house again, I immediately sensed a difference. Last time, it felt cold and unwelcoming, but this time, it felt unusually warm. There were slippers by the door, including a men's pair, clearly for my husband. The kitchen felt warm and inviting, as did the bathroom, which had two toothbrushes and cups, a razor, and towels for both of us.

After touring Yueling's house, we sat on the sofa. Yueling poured me a cup of tea, and we chatted casually.

"Yueling, Rong Ling hasn't touched me for a month," I said nervously, clutching the teacup and blushing.

"Huh?" My words startled Yueling.

"Rong Ling hasn't been with me for a month. No matter how I try to seduce him, it's no use. I came here this time... to learn from you how... to arouse Rong Ling's interest..." My face must have been incredibly red; I wanted to bury my head in the ground.

"Oh, hahaha, is that it? Why are you so shy? Actually, I didn't do anything special, just like usual. How can I teach you that?" Yueling said.

"Um, Yueling, don't be angry. If you don't agree, just pretend I didn't say anything," I said nervously.

"Okay, go ahead," Yueling said, taking a sip of water, seemingly unconcerned.

"Um, next time Rong Ling comes here, could you... could you secretly record a video and send it to me?" I wanted to crush the teacup in my hand. I don't even know why I made such a request.

"I thought it was something important. Wait a minute." After saying that, Yue Ling got up and left.

Without Yue Ling, I instantly relaxed a lot. About 30 minutes later, Yue Ling came back, holding a small thing in her hand.

"Here, this is for you. I installed one at home when I'm home alone, partly for security, and partly to check if my cat is being naughty while I'm at work." Yue Ling said, handing me the small thing in her hand.

I looked at it and it was a USB drive. It seemed that Yue Ling had given me the home security camera video.

"Thank you." I blushed again.

"Hey, you've already given me your husband, why are you being so polite?" Yue Ling waved her hand and said.

"Rong Ling said he's coming over tonight, do you want to stay?" Yue Ling looked at her phone and said to me.

"No, no, let's not let Rong Ling know. I'm going back now." Hearing that my husband was coming to Yue Ling's place tonight, I quickly got up to go home. I didn't want my husband to know that I was the one who encouraged Yue Ling to seduce him.

After leaving Yue Ling's house, I went straight home. Just as I got home, my husband called, saying he had something to do tonight and would be home late, and told me to go to sleep first. It seemed that tonight, my husband and Yue Ling were going to have another passionate night...

I went back to the bedroom, changed my clothes, and eagerly turned on the computer, plugging in the USB drive I got from Yue Ling.

The USB drive contained 30 videos, each marked with a date—the dates my husband said he had social engagements and would be home late.

I opened the videos. They weren't very long, only about 20 minutes, but they shattered my worldview. I had no idea that so many things could be done in bed.

From the beginning of my relationship with my husband until now, our sex life has always been the same: man on top, woman on bottom. Foreplay consists of kissing and my husband gently massaging my breasts before he penetrates me and thrusts until he ejaculates.

Yueling, on the other hand, has a much wider variety of techniques. In these 30 videos, almost every single one features different techniques. I learned many unfamiliar terms from these videos, such as "roaming" and "dragon's breath." Yueling always wears different lingerie—revealing, open-crotch, tank tops, black stockings, white stockings, lace—and various sex toys: fake, vibrating eggs, nipple clamps, small bells. And every time my husband sees Yueling in lingerie, with sex toys, lying on the bed, licking his nipples and toes, he gets a hard, erect penis. Towards the end of the videos, I didn't even realize that women could be penetrated by men...

Watching these videos, I couldn't help but start doing it too. I was even happy to be able to bring Yueling to my husband's side, letting him experience the pleasure I couldn't give him...

Watching the videos, this time, it wasn't just a fantasy in my mind, but a real scene. In the video, Yueling was kneeling on the bed, facing the camera, and her husband was kneeling behind her, one hand gripping her waist, the other constantly slapping her, saying things like "you little slut." Yueling responded to her husband with things like "I'm going to fuck you, you little slut." Yueling's expression was one of pure enjoyment, her mouth wide open, breathing heavily. As her husband moved in and out of the video, I rhythmically masturbated...

Thirty videos kept me watching from 1 PM until midnight. I kept watching them, again and again. When I finally finished, I was so exhausted I couldn't stand up. I turned off the computer, unplugged the USB drive, hid it carefully, and went back to bed. That night, I kept having erotic dreams, dreaming that I was standing by Yueling's bed, watching her and her husband in bed, saying unspeakable things. I dreamed that her husband was constantly entering and leaving Yueling's...

I don't know what time her husband came home last night. When I woke up this morning, I saw... Looking at my husband sleeping beside me, and recalling the video from yesterday, I felt aroused again. I gently lifted the covers, looking at my husband's strong body, my loose-fitting clothes pressed against his skin. I gently pulled off his pants, looking at the limp penis hanging between his legs. This was the one that, every few days, had to enter Yueling's body, making her erect. I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy towards Yueling. I gently stroked my husband's penis with my hand, but what I was thinking about was putting it in my mouth. Would my husband really feel good?

My stroking woke my husband up. Seeing me kneeling between his legs, he was clearly startled.

"Wife, what are you doing?" My husband lifted the blanket hanging on my lap and asked me in alarm.

"Honey, I want you. We haven't been together in so long." Seeing that my husband was awake, I climbed on top of him and kissed his lips.

"Wife, you can get off now. I have to go to work later." My husband refused me coldly.

I glanced at the time; it was already past 7. I reluctantly let go of my husband, got out of bed, got dressed, and went to the kitchen to make him breakfast.

After my husband left, I slumped onto the sofa, feeling terrible. Why could my husband get hard with Yue Ling, but not with me?

I called Yue Ling and asked her to meet me at a coffee shop. If you're going to learn, you should learn thoroughly...

After meeting Yue Ling, I told her about what happened that morning. Yue Ling didn't say anything, but took an envelope out of her bag.

"What's this?" I took the envelope and asked Yue Ling.

"The yoga class and gym membership I signed you up for." Yue Ling took a sip of her coffee and said to me.

"Why are you giving me these?" I asked, puzzled.

"Look at yourself now. Back in school, we were both school beauties. Look at yourself now," Yueling said, pointing at me.

"Start going to the gym tomorrow, then take yoga classes to get your figure back to what it used to be," Yueling said disdainfully.

"Okay," I replied, looking at the radiant Yueling and then at myself. Indeed, I was nothing like I used to be.

"Let's talk about other things after you've regained your former confidence," Yueling said, her tone slightly exasperated.

In the days that followed, after my husband went to work, I would go to the gym to start my weight loss journey. In the afternoons, I would attend yoga classes. After all, without a job, I had plenty of free time. Every day was boring, but now that I had something to do, my days felt much more fulfilling.

A month later, my figure finally returned to what it was like when we got married: an S-shaped curve, a tall and slender figure, and a perky chest and shapely butt. Afterwards, Yueling took me to the mall and bought me some fashionable and figure-flattering clothes, from underwear to outerwear, completely changing everything in my wardrobe. They say clothes make the man, and that's so true. I've regained my confidence, and I go out every day feeling full of self-assurance...

During this time, my husband remained the same, but now he comes home very late almost every day, and I haven't received any video calls from Yueling. But one day, Yueling sent me a WeChat message with just a link. I opened the link and found it was an app download address. Yueling told me it was a remote control app for her home security system, and tonight I could use it to watch a live stream of Yueling and my husband...

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