Wife and Lao Liu

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I don't know what everyone would think if they encountered this situation. I've introduced my wife before; she's a simple, innocent girl born in the 90s, and she's quite good-looking and has a great figure. It would be a lie to say I feel completely at ease having a wife like that. I know she has quite a few fans at work, but sometimes seeing other men only able to fantasize about her with lustful eyes without taking any real action makes me feel a little smug.

Our neighborhood's property management company changes frequently, so the security guards change often too, and their quality is getting worse and worse, which I find very unsatisfactory. The previous security guards were all relatively professional young men, but now they've almost all become lazy, slovenly old men, practically just gatekeepers. The most recent batch of security guards have been there longer, averaging over two years, and they're mostly men in their 40s and 50s or older. So, I'd say this property management company doesn't even care about the basic image of the neighborhood anymore.

But one of the "old men" left a particularly deep impression on me. The security guard, surnamed Liu, sounded like he was from the local rural area. He was probably around 45 or 46 years old, and completely unkempt and slovenly. He was a dark-skinned, muscular man who never dressed properly, always wearing his shirt open, even in the sweltering heat, revealing his large, dark belly. He wore baggy shorts, and his hairy legs were either clad in slippers or flip-flops. Judging from his appearance, Old Liu must have been a layabout in his youth. However, compared to the other "old men," he did have his merits: at least he seemed quite enthusiastic. He greeted you as you passed by, chatted with you while you waited at the entrance, helped you find a temporary parking spot, and carefully stored your packages… So, despite his less-than-ideal appearance, he was surprisingly popular. But that's not my main point; I want to talk about another characteristic of this guy—his lecherousness.

On hot days, girls tend to wear as little as possible when going out, especially in their own neighborhoods—we all know that. This is especially true for women like my wife, who are naturally sensitive to heat and have a great figure. She often goes out in short skirts, hot pants, or even those athletic shorts so short you can almost see her skin. Doesn't that show off her long, white legs? Old Liu's lecherousness is written all over his face. I think he especially loves staring at girls. Unlike us ordinary people who might steal glances, he stares at girls with his lecherous eyes, scanning their entire bodies several times. So you get the idea, every time he sees my wife, he stares at her like that, so blatantly. I can feel his gaze sweeping from her delicate toes all the way down her long, white legs. And from his lewd expression, I can imagine him fantasizing about my wife over and over again. Sometimes, to get a little more attention from her, he'll deliberately strike up a conversation with us. My wife, that innocent little girl, always plays along. Because of Old Liu's enthusiasm, I know my wife has always had a pretty good impression of him. I just don't know if she knows that Old Liu is always fantasizing about her body. Not to mention

one time after she finished showering, she suddenly wanted to go to the convenience store next to the gatehouse. She didn't even wear a bra, just a t-shirt and some athletic shorts, and ran out. As her husband, seeing her large, swaying breasts under her bare t-shirt, her long, slender white legs, and her almost bursting buttocks beneath her yoga shorts, along with her wet hair, I was incredibly excited. Heaven knows how thrilled Old Liu and the people at the convenience store must have felt. So, I offered to go buy her something at the entrance, but my wife said, "No, I need you to go. I'm going to buy sanitary napkins, what do I need a grown man like you for?" So, I had no choice but to let her go. I watched from the kitchen window upstairs as my wife walked to the entrance of the complex in her flip-flops. I saw Old Liu staring intently into her eyes, his mouth agape with delight, and he was still staring at her thighs and looking at her even after she went into the convenience store. Then, when my wife returned, I saw Lao Liu indeed walk up to her and start a conversation. My wife even smiled and replied to him. I certainly didn't know what they were saying, but because he had already gotten close to my wife, his eyes never left her large, protruding breasts. After my wife replied to a few words, she waved and walked away. Then I saw Lao Liu staring at my wife's back while another security guard was lewdly pointing and whispering about her. I didn't need to guess to know they were saying something vulgar. To be honest, this scene definitely made me a little uncomfortable, but for some reason, I also felt a bit excited. I don't know where this excitement came from, but as long as it didn't affect my principles, seeing a lewd old man like Lao Liu, who was almost old enough to be my wife's father, fantasizing about my wife, I felt a strange excitement.

I had also inquired about Lao Liu's background. This guy had been laid off years ago and had been wandering around in society, associating with shady friends. Because he had no income and was an alcoholic and gambler, his wife had divorced him many years ago, and he probably hadn't been with a woman for many years. This kind of guy is incredibly lustful towards young girls. The problem is, my wife, being a rather naive girl, doesn't have much of a guard up against him because he's always been very attentive to her. He'll even carry heavy items she buys to our doorstep. Also, since Lao Liu works from late afternoon until late at night, my wife, who often works the night shift, usually runs into him when she gets home. Lao Liu always says a few words of concern, which makes my wife have a good impression of him.

However, all signs indicate that Lao Liu is no longer satisfied with just fantasizing about my wife; he's started trying to get physically close to her. Although for someone like him, getting my wife is practically a pipe dream, he's constantly trying to create opportunities to take advantage of her. After I discovered this, I installed security cameras and surveillance cameras inside and outside the house. However, before that, Lao Liu had already been to my house. My wife said that once when she was doing yoga at home, Lao Liu knocked on the door and brought out a full-length mirror that my wife had bought online. He said it was a large item and he was worried it would be too heavy for her to carry, so he simply delivered it for her. My wife was naturally touched and grateful, and poured him a drink. Then Lao Liu even came inside to help my wife unpack and assemble the mirror. But then my wife told me that she was surprised that Lao Liu knew about Feng Shui and the I Ching. I asked what he meant, and she said that while Lao Liu was placing the mirror, he talked to her a lot about Feng Shui, commented on the arrangement of some of our furniture, and even made some predictions about our family based on that. My wife thought what he said was quite accurate and that he was a bit "mystical," and she was starting to look at him with new respect.

I thought it was pure nonsense. If he really had that kind of ability, would he have spent most of his life working as a doorman? But then it suddenly occurred to me that my wife opened the door while she was practicing yoga. She was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a tight tank top, and I don't know if she was wearing a bra. Even if she was, it was still quite a sight to behold. Did that mean my wife gave Lao Liu a real treat that day? That day, I warned my wife not to let men like Lao Liu into the house alone, and she accused me of being petty, saying he was just trying to be kind by delivering something, and that I looked down on people from lower classes. I was speechless.

This incident, however, led me to install security cameras outside our door, and a few days later, I discovered something—my wife had Lao Liu read her palm. Of course, this had nothing to do with the cameras. I simply drove to pick up my wife after work on Friday to go out for dinner and asked her to wait for me at the entrance of the complex. When I drove to the entrance of the residential area, I was surprised to see Old Liu holding my wife's delicate hand, chattering away. Another security guard and a bored older woman were standing nearby. Old Liu was rubbing my wife's small, soft hand with his rough, large hand, while staring lewdly at the cleavage of her low-cut neckline. He only discreetly moved aside when he saw my car. In the car, I asked my wife why she had the security guard read her palm. She nonchalantly said, "Old Liu really knows a lot about this. It's not like I've asked him before." I asked, "Did you have him read your palm before?" She said, "I hadn't had my palm read before. The other time Old Liu came to deliver a mirror, he looked at my face and asked if I'd had any past troubles. He was so accurate! That's why I had him read my palm while I was waiting for you." Then my wife chuckled and asked if I was even jealous of the security guard. I said, "Of course not, but just be careful."

However, it seemed that Lao Liu's lecherousness was only growing, and soon another incident occurred. In early July, my wife was on leave and at home one day. When I got home, I saw a cigarette butt in the ashtray and asked if we had guests. My wife said yes, the simple mini bookshelf I bought arrived, and Lao Liu brought it up this afternoon. I said, "You even let him sit in the house?" She looked at me strangely and said, "Of course! Lao Liu even helped me assemble the mini bookshelf. Shouldn't I let him sit for a while?"

I was speechless, but remembering that I had already installed a security camera at home, and my wife knew about it, I figured there shouldn't be any problem. But I was still a little uneasy, so I secretly turned on the computer and checked the footage from the security camera that afternoon. In the video, my wife was wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and very short hot pants. You can probably guess from the video that her bare breasts were particularly eye-catching. Judging from the natural shape of her chest, I was certain she wasn't wearing a bra at home; her clothes were completely braless. Whether her nipples were showing, I couldn't tell. I was worried that this silly girl wouldn't just let Lao Liu into the house like that. Wouldn't that mean he could see everything...?

However, my silly wife really didn't "disappoint." In the video, around 4 pm, the doorbell rang. My wife asked who it was, and the reply was, "Lao Liu, I brought you something heavy." I saw my wife hesitate for a moment in the video, probably considering whether to put on some clothes or a jacket before opening the door, but she quickly abandoned the idea, probably thinking it wasn't a big deal, and just opened the door. From the camera outside the door, I could clearly see Lao Liu's eyes light up when he saw my wife. He probably couldn't hide his surprise and joy; he could finally see this braless beauty up close again. Watching Lao Liu enter the house and stand next to his wife was like a surreal beauty and the beast. She was as pure and beautiful as a goddess, while he, with his shirt open and belly exposed, wearing baggy shorts and a bunch of shorts, looked like Pigsy from Journey to the West – a complete

incongruity. After his wife thanked him a few times, Lao Liu asked what was in the package. His wife said it was a mini bookshelf. Lao Liu said it was made of wood, no wonder it was so heavy. His wife said yes, she bought it online and was really looking forward to it; she could use it after her husband got back and set it up. Lao Liu immediately said there was no need to wait for him, since he had nothing to do that afternoon, and he could just set it up for her. His wife quickly said she couldn't possibly accept that, but Lao Liu insisted, and she actually said, "Okay, that's too much trouble for you." Then she poured Lao Liu a glass of water and got him slippers, telling him to rest and have some water while she unpacked the package. Then this silly girl, probably completely forgetting she was wearing a revealing t-shirt, bent down and started unpacking the package right in front of Lao Liu. Her t-shirt already had a wide neckline, and bending down like that made it droop even further. Lao Liu was standing right in front of her, so from his angle, he could clearly see my wife's two undisguised breasts. I saw Lao Liu tense up with excitement, his lewd eyes practically leaping out of his head, staring intently at the view through my wife's neckline, his lewd mouth agape, almost drooling. Then, suppressing his excitement, Lao Liu took another step forward, bent down slightly, and leaned close to my wife, saying, "Can you open it? Or should I do it too?" You know what I mean—this meant my wife's trembling breasts were practically right in front of him, a magnified close-up for him to see. I was furious watching this on my computer, but my wife in the video still didn't notice (what an naive, low-EQ girl). This continued for over a minute, giving Lao Liu a full view of his wife's breasts. Even though he was wearing loose shorts, I could see his erection standing tall even from my computer.

Then Lao Liu took the simple tools that came with the package and started assembling the bookshelf. His wife squatted down beside him watching, her t-shirt neckline still hanging down, and because her shorts were so short, a patch of her buttocks was exposed when she squatted down. Lao Liu stared at her exposed neckline and her exposed buttocks while working, muttering some incoherent words. What should have been a few minutes' work took him ten minutes to assemble. His wife looked at the small bookshelf happily and thanked Lao Liu several times (thanking him even though she had been seen naked). She then lit a cigarette for him and said, "Why don't you sit on the sofa and rest for a while?"

Old Liu didn't stand on ceremony at all. He sat down on the sofa in the living room like it was his own home, smoking (damn, my house is an air-conditioned, enclosed room, and you're actually smoking here?). Then he started making small talk. Old Liu even asked if my wife's frequent dizziness had improved (I don't know how he knew, but my wife often works night shifts due to irregular sleep patterns, which sometimes causes dizziness). My wife said she went to a foot massage parlor recommended by him and it helped, but she still gets dizzy sometimes. Old Liu quickly chimed in, "Hey beautiful (my wife always feels disgusted when she hears him call her that), you probably haven't come to the right place. I worked there a few years ago, and no one gets dizzy after I massage them. If you don't believe me, I can give you a foot massage now, and I guarantee you won't be dizzy this week." I got

angry when I heard this. Wasn't he obviously trying to take advantage of me? His story was full of holes. If he could do that, why was he working as a security guard? Assuming you really were a master, you must have done something wrong to get kicked out.

But no matter how anxious I was, it was useless. My naive wife, after hesitating for a while, actually believed him. So, the triumphant Old Liu couldn't wait to sit next to my wife on the sofa. My wife half-reclined, placing both her legs on the sofa, and Old Liu quickly picked up one of her delicate feet, naturally placing her foot and calf on his knees and legs (because he was wearing shorts, my wife's beautiful foot and his ugly hairy legs were practically touching flesh to flesh). Then he started kneading her fair, pinkish-white sole. This scene made me so angry I wanted to spit blood, but Old Liu was probably so excited he wanted to spit blood. Watching his beautiful wife's little feet being placed on the lap of a lewd old man, and then being wantonly kneaded and caressed by that old man's pig-like hands—how many people can understand that feeling? But this Old Liu seems to have some skill; judging from his technique and my wife's expression, it wasn't bad. My wife initially told him to be gentle, but later she was enjoying it so much she could give him a couple of light touches (otherwise, just listening to the sounds in the video, you'd think they were doing something else entirely...). My wife praised Old Liu's technique, saying it was much more professional than the others in the shop, and that it felt so good. Old Liu proudly replied that of course, everyone in the shop was his junior or even apprentice. My wife casually asked why I didn't continue working there; I must earn more there. Old Liu didn't answer immediately, then said he had a disagreement with the boss about his salary, so he quit in a fit of anger. He then changed the subject, saying he'd done foot massages for many people, but he'd rarely seen feet as beautiful and delicate as my wife's, so he was afraid of hurting her. My wife, flattered by his praise, quickly laughed and said it wasn't a problem. It seems women love to hear compliments. After patting his wife's foot, he gently placed her delicate foot on his thigh, then lifted the other foot. His wife, enjoying the sensation, slowly closed her eyes and began to completely relax. At this point, besides kneading his wife's feet, Lao Liu's eyes began to unabashedly travel up her long, slender legs. I thought to myself, "Oh no!" Because my wife was lying down with her legs bent, and her shorts weren't very tight, this position meant that looking up, I could probably see not only her testicles, but also the inner thighs and her semi-transparent lace bra. My poor wife was completely unaware of this. From Lao Liu's wide-open eyes and rapid breathing, I could tell he was extremely excited, which probably confirmed my suspicions. At this point, Lao Liu began to lose his senses. His "pig's paw" from his wife's foot started to move upwards, touching her calves, kneading them while muttering to himself that this would further relieve fatigue. But this action actually brought my wife to her senses. She let Lao Liu touch her calves for a few minutes with a slightly embarrassed look on her face. Just as Lao Liu, who was already excited and blushing, was about to touch her fair thighs, my wife sat up and said that she had to go prepare dinner. She said that was enough for today. She said that what she did to me was really comfortable and thanked me so much.

Old Liu, who was enjoying himself immensely, looked visibly disappointed upon hearing her words. However, he seemed undeterred and immediately told my wife that since she was prone to dizziness, it would be best to help her neck for another five minutes. My wife hesitated for a moment before agreeing. She then got up and sat on a small stool by the door. Old Liu stood behind her, massaging her neck and cervical spine, repeatedly telling her to lower her head a little. Now I understood his intention: this old geezer wanted to get one last glimpse of my wife's ample bosom through her neckline before leaving. Because he was on higher ground, and my wife's neck was slightly lowered, her breasts would be completely exposed. This guy probably hadn't really seen a woman's body in a long time; today's experience would likely keep him fantasizing for a while. My wife, however, was completely unaware. She was both looked at and groped, and then thanked him profusely before leaving, even giving him a pack of cigarettes. This left me both amused and exasperated.

The truth is, my wife was very satisfied with Lao Liu's technique at the time. Whether it was psychological or something else, she didn't seem to experience dizziness again afterward. So, she went to see Lao Liu a few more times, but not at home; instead, she went to the guardhouse late at night after work. My wife didn't tell me about this, probably because she was afraid I'd overthink it, so I didn't bring it up either. But how could I not know? Don't forget, we can see the guardhouse directly from our kitchen window. Although I couldn't see the details of how Lao Liu touched my wife, the thought of my wife being touched by a lewd old man in the guardhouse late at night makes me extremely conflicted.
However, a recent incident has made me determined to take action against Lao Liu. Two Fridays ago, my wife and some of her girlfriends went out for dinner and karaoke, but they didn't return until after 11 pm. I was a little worried, so I called to check on them. Her friend, Xiao Wang, answered. Xiao Wang said my wife had drunk too much while playing dice. I immediately offered to pick her up, but Xiao Wang said no, she had already called a designated driver and would take my wife home on her way.

I waited for a while longer, but she still didn't arrive. I called Xiao Wang again, who said she had no sense of direction and couldn't give an exact time, saying it was still quite a distance. After waiting a while longer, I took a shower, then opened the fridge and drank a small can of ice-cold beer. Just then, the doorbell rang. I rushed to open the door, and to my astonishment, I found that the person supporting my wife, who was completely drunk, wasn't Xiao Wang, but Lao Liu, who was shirtless and on night shift. I noticed Lao Liu was breathing rapidly, his face was flushed, and his gaze was unnatural and somewhat evasive. He said my wife's friend had driven her here, and since there was a designated driver in the car, she hadn't brought my wife up herself, so he had helped her up. I cursed Xiao Wang a thousand times in my heart; women's friendships are truly unreliable. But outwardly, I still thanked Lao Liu repeatedly. After entering the house, I undressed my wife and wiped her body. She was completely unconscious and let me do as I pleased. Then I smelled a man's body odor and the smell of cigarettes on her. I guessed the smell was from Lao Liu, but since he had helped her up, it was normal for her to smell like him. However, normally, the smell shouldn't be this strong given the short time and contact. Furthermore, I noticed that my wife's legs and arms were covered in mosquito bites. How could she have been bitten so many times in just two or three minutes from the door to the top of the stairs?

At that moment, I saw an unread text message and a missed call on my phone. It turned out to be from Xiao Wang, who had sent it while I was showering. She told me she had dropped my wife off at the gate of the complex, but because there was a designated driver in the car, it wasn't convenient to go upstairs. She also said she hadn't answered my calls, but the security guard on duty in our complex offered to escort my wife upstairs. Looking at the message's arrival time, I had a bad feeling. At least fifteen or sixteen minutes had passed between Xiao Wang sending the message and Lao Liu dropping my wife off at the gate (not even counting the time she spent editing the message). This is only a two- or three-minute walk home. What were they doing for those extra ten minutes? Considering there are security cameras outside the complex, Lao Liu probably wouldn't dare do anything to my wife outside. But our building only has hallways, no elevator, and no surveillance cameras. So, if Lao Liu wanted to do something to my wife in the hallway, no one would know. Besides, given his lecherous intentions towards my wife, he would definitely do something.

Then I remembered the security camera I had installed at my front door. It was quite well-hidden; although Lao Liu had been to my house a few times, he probably hadn't noticed. Perhaps I could find something out from there. Thinking this, I suddenly became excited, and tremblingly opened the security camera footage, rewinding to a few minutes before Lao Liu dropped my wife off.

Because my camera didn't have infrared night vision, it was completely dark unless there were lights. I stared intently at the screen, my heart pounding faster and faster. Suddenly, the motion-sensor lights in the hallway turned on in the video. With the sound of footsteps, I saw a scene that greatly disturbed me. Old Liu, a gruff old man with a half-naked body, covered in fat and sweat, was carrying his wife, who was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and short skirt, in a princess carry. His wife's head was pressed tightly against his chest and shoulders, and her breasts were wrapped around his neck. One of Old Liu's arms was supporting his wife's snow-white thighs, while his palm was inside her short skirt, supporting her tightly (there was only a small lace underneath, and she wasn't wearing an undershirt because of the heat). His other hand went under his wife's armpit and gently grasped half of her breast. The scene was extremely stimulating to the senses. Like a wild beast, Old Liu was carrying my wife, slowly climbing the stairs one step at a time. He leered at her drunken, dazed state, and chuckled softly as he went, "Little beauty, still causing trouble? Hehehe..." My wife squinted, shook her head, and giggled, "You're the one causing trouble, you pervert..." Old Liu moved closer to her face and said, "You were the one who kissed me first, I was just playing along, and you call me a pervert? Hehe..." This conversation sent chills down my spine. Had my wife and he already...? Then, my wife playfully patted Old Liu's shoulder a few times, seemingly completely intoxicated. She asked, "Oh... where are we going...? Where is everyone else?" Old Liu chuckled again, saying, "Hehe, you don't even recognize your own home anymore, do you? Don't I look like your husband?" My wife, with her eyes closed, mumbled, "Go to hell! My husband isn't as ugly as you, nor as lewd as you... I want to go home..."
At this moment, Lao Liu had already carried my wife to my doorstep. He put her down, and I saw him take the opportunity to stroke her thighs and buttocks a few more times as he did so. But my wife, completely drunk, couldn't stand and collapsed into Lao Liu's arms. Lao Liu furtively glanced around, then looked at the drunken beauty in his arms. He pulled her close, then gently stroked her cheek with his "pig's paw" and whispered, "I really want to do you right here..." I watched as Lao Liu held my wife tightly in the camera's view, one hand's fingers sliding down her cheek and neck, seemingly trying to slip inside her collar; the other hand slid to her hair. Two pork trotters were pressed tightly against my wife's soft, white thighs, but at this crucial moment, the stairwell's motion-sensor light went out, plunging the video into darkness. I was so anxious I wanted to smash the computer. I turned up the volume, but the sound sensors here weren't very sensitive; aside from a few heavy breathing sounds, I could barely hear anything. I thought I heard my wife groan softly, then mutter, "Take your hand out..." Then there was another two minutes of silence, followed by the faint sound of me turning on the TV (I was inside drinking beer and watching TV), then I heard Lao Liu panting, "Okay, okay, we're home now, come see your real husband, are you still awake?" Then the doorbell rang, and I opened the door...

This video infuriated me. Although there was no direct evidence in the video to prove what Lao Liu did to my drunk wife in the stairwell of my building, judging from the conversation and the timeline, we can imagine that Lao Liu definitely groped her and took advantage of her. Moreover, he had already satisfied his sexual desires before carrying my wife up to my floor (he even mentioned that my drunken wife kissed him, which probably meant there was even a French kiss). I couldn't bear to imagine anything more. That night, I didn't sleep a wink, staying by my wife's side as she remained completely intoxicated. I considered taking the video to Lao Liu to confront him, but I decided to wait until my wife woke up and asked her what happened; perhaps she would remember some details.

To my disappointment, my wife seemed to have no memory of what happened that night after she woke up. She only vaguely remembered that Xiao Wang brought her home. I asked, "And then what happened?" She said, "Didn't you carry me upstairs?" I said, "No, I was taking a shower when Xiao Wang called me. She just left you with Lao Liu at the door, and Lao Liu carried you up." She actually said, "That's so embarrassing, so shameful..." I said, "You know what shameful is? You were dressed so scantily that day and were completely drunk. Didn't you notice what Lao Liu did to you when he carried you up?" She said she really didn't remember, and then she seemed quite impatient, thinking I was being a bit long-winded.

After this incident, I was determined to report Lao Liu's behavior to the property management. I felt that the surveillance video might not be enough, so I spent some time gathering other evidence against him. But not long after, Lao Liu quit his job. Some people said he had gambling debts and was being chased by creditors, but he said he had found a new job at a bathhouse. On his last day in our neighborhood, he said goodbye to my wife, telling her that if she ever felt dizzy again, she could look for him at a certain place. For me, it was a relief that this plague was finally gone. However, what exactly happened between him and my wife during those ten minutes he disappeared that night will likely remain a mystery forever.

[The End]

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