Caught in the act

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A brief preface: This happened at my brother's house, and I was a witness and participant throughout. Honestly, I've only ever seen stories of infidelity or catching someone cheating on TV or online. Being there firsthand as an observer, especially when it all happened so suddenly, was utterly baffling. So, back in 1953, the American conspiracy to negotiate was exposed… Around July of this year, the weather was exceptionally hot, and with the rising temperatures, people's tempers flared. My brother and his wife (who had only been married for a little over a year) argued all night about something (he said it was just a couple of trivial matters, but his later understanding is questionable). Then he sneaked out of the house and came to our friends' place to cause trouble (this lasted for about three or four days). With the weekend approaching, we figured it was about time, and both sides should have calmed down. A few friends sat together, enjoying hot pot and chatting happily. One of them suggested we take my brother home; if anything happened, we could try to mediate. I wasn't entirely in favor at the time. After all, it was a domestic dispute, and even the best of friends are outsiders; getting too involved seemed inappropriate. However, we young people these days still have some issues with our personalities, and what if things escalated again? So, adhering to the principle of learning from past mistakes and helping others, I decided to take them over to check on them. After a hearty meal and drinks, we picked two sober friends and set off in two cars. We drove towards the new district in a large group. Downstairs, everyone was too shy to talk about sex, so the two brothers' wives tried to persuade the husband first. They said things like, "A real man should be more understanding, love his wife, and take a step back—the world is a better place," and so on. We strolled upstairs. My brother tried to unlock the door, but it wouldn't open; it was locked from the inside. He checked his phone—it was almost 10 pm, they wondered if he was already asleep. My friend banged on the door for three or four minutes before it finally opened. His wife was wearing very short shorts (the buttons weren't fastened, and from certain angles you could see black underneath) and a thin gauze skirt, revealing a black bra underneath. Combined with her long, shapely legs, it was a little hard to resist. It felt warm. His wife saw us all at the door, paused for a moment, and asked, "Why are you back?" Before my friend could answer, the two brothers' wives came out, "Sister-in-law, we brought my brother back." "But I always felt that with that outfit, and standing so prominently at the door, the men must have had a good look. I wonder what they thought. I even had a fleeting thought (that's the best way to look at a woman—all that coyness and half-concealment. Sorry, bro!). After a few seconds of awkward silence, his wife let us in. Then, my friend discovered his slippers were missing. 'I took yours to wash,' his wife explained (someone later said she looked particularly grim when she said this). I'm sure everyone noticed her shorts were unbuttoned. Two of my friends' wives quickly blocked her way as they entered, meaning they should button them up. Then we guys gave my friend meaningful glances, signaling him to speak quickly. 'You went to bed so early today?' My friend finally managed to say after a long pause. 'I wasn't feeling well, so I was going to take a shower,' his wife replied casually." I was sitting on the chaise lounge in the living room, glancing sideways at those long, white, bare legs. My brain was in turmoil (to look or not to look, that is the question! Morally speaking, one shouldn't covet a friend's wife, but from a man's perspective, I still couldn't resist taking a few more glances). I slowly sat up, but sitting like that, my penis was starting to feel a bit hard. We, as friends, tried to reason with each other, saying that couples should just bicker and argue, not hold grudges. His wife gave a few half-hearted replies. My friend got up and headed towards the dorm room, having barely changed his clothes in the past few days. Seeing her husband go in, his wife tried to follow. Less than a minute later, we heard faint noises from inside. I was about to signal to the others that since they were already in the dorm, we should probably leave. Before I could even speak, there was a loud commotion inside, and someone was yelling. Everyone outside stood up, and someone nearby said, "Let's talk this out, don't fight!" Two of my brothers' wives were ahead, ready to go in and break up the fight. But to our surprise, a man we didn't recognize came out (he was even wearing glasses, looking incredibly refined). Seeing people outside, the man stopped in the hallway between the living room and bedroom, too afraid to come closer or leave. We heard shouts from inside: "Who the hell is that guy! What are you two doing?!" accompanied by banging and clanging noises. I figured things weren't going to end well. So I told two of my brothers to check on the man first, and then I and another brother rushed into the bedroom to break up the fight (it would be quite a sight if someone got killed). Looking into the bedroom, I saw my brother trying to come out, but his wife was holding him back, refusing to let him leave, shouting, "It's not what you're saying!" What the hell! He's already out of your bedroom, what else do you want? Did you think that guy came to fix your computer? Surely some of us in this group have a basic level of intelligence. My friend was cursing, "Damn it, they're already in the dorm! What else do they want?! Do they want us to see you two naked in bed?!" In this situation, we went up to talk him down first. We couldn't do anything too drastic (at least don't bring a knife!). We separated him and his wife. My friend was about to go out and beat up the guy. I turned around and looked at his wife; her face was streaked with tears, her dress was torn, and her black bra was exposed. Her breasts, while not huge, were at least a C-cup, rising and falling. I immediately got hard, my heart pounding (ladies, be serious, we're catching someone cheating!). I really didn't expect that a woman who usually dresses relatively conservatively would have such a stunning figure. If I hadn't witnessed this, I would have been happy to sit down and have a chat with her. While I was still stunned, the fight had already started in the hallway. Another friend's wife, who is usually quite gentle, rushed up and slapped the man across the face twice. It instantly brought me back to reality. My friend's wife was yelling, "Don't hit him!" Hearing this, my friend went up and unleashed a combo of EQ moves, followed by an R, knocking the man to his knees. His wife tried to rush over to protect him, but I pulled her back. His skin wasn't particularly smooth, but it felt nice to the touch. While saying, "Sister-in-law, this isn't right," I was already fucking hard. I was thinking, how could I let that bespectacled scumbag ruin such a beautiful woman! (Afterwards, I felt a little shameless; I actually got hard in that situation.) Postscript: The commotion that night was quite loud, disturbing the neighbors and property management. Looking at the scene, what could I say? Cheating, messing with someone else's wife, [unrelated text about a woman taking a man to the police station]. The man begged and pleaded, only letting us go after beating him black and blue. My friend's wife was also crying and making a scene at home, saying things like she'd made a mistake in a moment and would never do it again. In the end, she couldn't stop him. That night, he left in our car. Now, two months have passed, and my friend had filed for divorce. Why didn't they divorce in the end? My friend didn't say, and we didn't feel comfortable asking. We just hope things will be peaceful from now on. After all, if he wants to continue, it's a lifelong commitment. [The End]

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