Policewoman's wife cheats on her husband

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Every night, I feel a deep fear, a fear that my wife will want it after we go to bed!

I sit in front of the computer watching cartoons, calculating in my mind that her period lasted about 5 days, and it's been another 5 days since it ended, making a total of 10 days. I haven't had sex with my wife, Xiaoyu. Will she want it tonight?

Sure enough, it's only 10 o'clock, not yet bedtime, when Xiaoyu pushes open the door to my study, urging me to go to sleep. I can't think of a good excuse, so I turn off the computer and go take a shower.

After showering, I lie naked in bed. Xiaoyu has been waiting in bed for a long time. She's watching TV and asks why I took so long to shower. I say the TV show is really good tonight. I concentrate on watching TV, and Xiaoyu's bare thighs rub against my genitals under the covers.

"Honey, how many days has it been since we did it?" Xiaoyu whispers shyly beside me.

"Ah? You're on your period, it's not convenient!" I say, making an excuse.

"Get lost!" "My period's been gone for almost a week, stop pretending!" Xiaoyu said.

"Oh~ well... okay!" I couldn't refuse anymore.

Xiaoyu turned off the light and the TV, plunging the room into darkness. Then she lay on her back to my right, grabbing my arm and saying, "Come on! Get on top!"

Xiaoyu was a naive girl; she knew nothing about sex. At 28, she'd never even watched a porn film.

I rolled over and straddled her, kissing her, licking her breasts, and rubbing my genitals against her. She started moaning comfortably!

I started fantasizing, imagining the person beneath me as a pretty female colleague at work, or my petite and cute little cousin. I thought of many things, but it didn't work.

"Honey, why is it still so small?" Xiaoyu's hand was already on my penis.

"Uh... it'll get bigger soon, right?" I said, trying to deceive her.

"Really? Are all men like this? Can't they just get bigger whenever they want?" She'd never been with any other man besides me. Three months ago, on our wedding night, she gave me her virginity without hesitation.

"Yeah, I guess so!" I said, but I knew perfectly well what was going on.

I knew my sexual function was fine; it was just that everything was pitch black, I could even see my own fingers. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my genitals, saying, "Come on, give your husband a few strokes, maybe it'll get bigger.

"

She obediently did it, but it still didn't work. She got a little anxious, constantly asking me what was wrong, which only made me more nervous. I said it wasn't stimulating enough, and asked her to lick it.

She was disgusted by this, thinking it was too perverted, and kept saying no, no. I coaxed her, saying just one lick would be enough. Then she agreed to try a little.

I knelt down, kneeling above her head, and she stuck out her tongue and licked my glans, like a child licking a lollipop. I took the opportunity to sit down, pressing my penis against her face and pushing it into her mouth. She forced her mouth open, and my limp penis went in.

She struggled to suppress her inner turmoil, licking it a few times. The warmth of her small mouth made my glans grow large and hard instantly, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I said, "See, it's hard now, lick it a little more." But she refused to lick it anymore.

I wanted to take advantage of my erection, but she insisted on using a condom. I said I would pull out, but she wouldn't.

She kicked me off the bed, and I went to the closet in the dark, rummaged through the drawers, took out a condom from under a pile of clothes, tore one open, and returned to the bed. I realized this tedious process had already made me go soft again.

"What's wrong with you? Am I that unattractive? I'm not doing it~" she said angrily, turning over and ignoring me, lying on her side pretending to sleep.

I was helpless and didn't want to say anything more. I threw a new condom into the trash can and lay down with my back to her.

I don't know what I am anymore. When I was dating her, I always had a female friend with benefits. That girl was very young, only 22 years old, and she also had a boyfriend. We were both cheating on our partners. During that time, I was a great performer.

I can't sleep with my eyes closed, my mind replaying the scenes of cheating with that girl. That girl was very skilled, and her skills in bed were amazing. She always made me feel so good! We took baths together, did it in the bathroom, on the sofa, and even in the car.

Every time she cheated, she would prepare a new set of sexy lingerie for me to wear and seduce me. It was always new. She knew I liked stockings, so she would always wear different colors and styles to show me. I often started having sex without even taking off her stockings.

Now I'm married, and it's been three months since my wedding. She's also getting married soon. We haven't cheated for a long time, and I miss her so much now. She must have used all those skills on her husband.

As I was thinking, I suddenly got an erection. Without any external help, I turned to look at Xiaoyu; she was already asleep. Sigh… it was too late now that I was hard.

For the past three months of our marriage, we'd been like this, never succeeding. Occasionally, I'd manage to penetrate, but she was like a wooden doll; she'd go soft when I changed positions. Learning from that experience, I stopped changing positions, but her overly tight vagina always made me ejaculate very quickly.

Xiaoyu was the most beautiful policewoman in the propaganda office of the police force. Sometimes I felt particularly regretful, having married such a beautiful wife, yet unable to enjoy it. Perhaps I started too high; that girl raised my standards for sex so much that even a pure girl like Xiaoyu had lost her desire.

I once secretly went to the hospital. When I arrived, I told the doctor about my symptoms. The female doctor, only in her thirties, took off her mask and unzipped my pants in front of me to examine me.

She said she'd check the appearance first, but as soon as she said that, I got hard, to the point that it took her a long time to unzip my pants and pull my penis out. "Isn't this great? Wow! It's quite big!" Her gloved hand gently stroked my foreskin. I can't forget the longing look in her eyes.

"Most guys I've tried to get hard have been struggling for ages. I've finally seen one as hard as yours." She said my body was perfectly fine, there was no problem, it must be a psychological one. On a whim, I added, "Doctor, it's not that I can't get hard every time, there's another problem!"

She looked at me in surprise. "What problem?"

I said, "Sometimes I can't ejaculate at all!"

"Huh?" She was surprised; this probably wasn't common, since I'd made it up.

She said, "How come you have so many problems? Sometimes you can't get hard, sometimes you can't ejaculate?" "Sigh…you're a pretty handsome young man, let me examine you more closely. Come on!" With that, she took off her gloves, got up, and went behind the screen.

I followed her in. Behind the screen was a medical bed. I listened to her, got on the bed, and pulled my pants down to my knees, my penis standing erect.

"Let's see why you can't get it out," she said, bending over and grabbing my penis with her glove-free hand, starting to masturbate me.

"Ouch! Doctor, you're too strong!" I thought to myself, "I've really fooled you; I even got a masturbation from the doctor.

" "Heh~ It hurts already," she said, taking some lubricant—the hospital has plenty of that—and squeezing some onto her hand before starting to masturbate me.

Soon, I couldn't take it anymore. She stroked me dozens of times without stopping. I looked at her face; she wasn't pretty, but she was decent-looking. I started fantasizing about how many dicks this woman must have masturbated a day. As I thought about it, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and without even saying goodbye to the doctor, I ejaculated.

"Ah!" The doctor screamed in surprise, but she reacted quickly, catching the rest of my semen with her hand.

"Hmph~ I think you're just here for fun. What's wrong with you? Go home and treat your wife well! Don't try anything funny with me. I've seen plenty of men like you." With that, she ignored me and went to wash her hands.

I pulled up my pants, stepped out from behind the screen, thanked her, and left awkwardly without getting any medication prescribed. Thinking about it, it was worth it; it was much cheaper than getting a handjob at a brothel. After coming out, I learned I wasn't sick, and the gloom in my heart finally disappeared.

Xiaoyu has gone out for three weekends in a row. She told me she was going to hang out with her girlfriends. Today is Saturday, and she got up really early, skipping her weekend sleep-in. I became suspicious. Even if she really went out, her girlfriends wouldn't sleep in? No way!

After she left, I texted her to ask where she went. I was terrified she might be cheating on me.

She told me so honestly, saying she went to the Carrefour supermarket on a certain road. I thought that was our usual supermarket, not far away, so it seemed true. But then I thought, why not go check it out?

I drove there quickly. It took about half an hour, from getting up to getting to the supermarket. I parked the car, stared intently at the supermarket entrance, and then called her.

I said I suddenly really wanted her to buy me a carton of cigarettes, and I was just asking if she was still at the supermarket. She hesitated on the other end, as if she wanted to say no, but then said yes, no problem. I thought, okay, I'll wait here!

I waited for two whole hours, but she didn't come out of the small supermarket. I thought to myself, she can't be here, she's lying to me!

I called her again and said I had something urgent to do and drove out to meet a friend. I said I'd be at Carrefour soon and asked if she was out yet, offering to pick her up. She immediately said she'd already left the supermarket and was at her sister's house, stammering that she'd take the bus home and didn't need me to pick her up, telling me to go home and rest, saying it was the weekend.

I knew she was probably lying, but I had no idea where she was. I had no choice but to drive home.

I was already on high alert about her, but she still naively thought I hadn't noticed anything. Until two nights later.

That night, I took off and threw away the silicone case on my white iPhone because I always felt it was bad for heat dissipation. Without the case, our white iPhones looked exactly the same. We usually distinguished ourselves by the silicone case.

After dinner, we watched TV for a while. Then she took my iPhone and went to the bathroom. At first, I didn't notice. When I took it from her, she called out to me from the toilet that she had taken the wrong phone. I said, "Oh well, it's okay, we can look at anything important later."

I looked at the phone next to me; it was hers. I picked it up to look at it. We never look at each other's phones because we respect each other's privacy! But I knew her password, so I unlocked it and opened WeChat without thinking… There was a man's profile picture, right above mine!

I opened it and saw a lot of messages. The last message was from my wife: "If you want to vent in the future, just call me!

"

My head was about to explode. I quickly scrolled up the messages—damn, thousands! I couldn't possibly read them all. Just then, I heard the toilet flush. I quickly scrolled back to the bottom, put it back where I left it, and quietly went into the study.

She came out, and I heard footsteps. She quickly went to get her phone, then came into my room and gave mine back. Then she said, "You play your game, I'm going to watch TV in the bedroom." And then she happily left.

What game? My computer screen was black, the computer wasn't even on. She was so happy, she must have gone to chat with a man on WeChat.

I lit a cigarette, slumped onto the table, my head throbbing, my mind a jumbled mess. Not a ball of yarn, but a tangled mess of wire, full of forks, pricking my heart with all sorts of pain.

I saw a message: "If you want to vent in the future, just call me!" Damn it, she definitely went to see that man today. The past few weekends were the same, she'd be there all day.

Ugh… what should I do? But thinking calmly, Xiaoyu is good, I can't bear to divorce her, especially since we've only been married for less than six months. She's so beautiful, naturally men pursue her. I haven't satisfied her, so why should I stop her from seeing other men? If it's just about finding a man to release her desires, then I should just accept it!

I told myself this for a long time, then went to bed. She was still on her phone, but as soon as she saw me, she turned it off.

The bedroom was pitch black with the lights off. I held her small body from behind in bed, her skin smooth and delicate. I touched her buttocks. Hmm? Lace panties? I continued to touch her buttocks. These panties were so small; the waistband already reached her buttocks, and most of her buttocks were outside the fabric. I pinched her panties; they were so thin, like a thin layer of gauze.

She probably sensed my interest in her panties and pushed my hand away, saying, "Go to sleep, I'm sleepy, don't touch me.

"

I said, "It's okay, I've never seen these panties before, but they feel so nice!"

Seeing that I didn't ask anything else, she let me touch her. I touched the front; it was really thin and sheer, like a thin layer of gauze. I could clearly feel the pubic hair, which was a little prickly. I ran my fingers along the edge of the panties; it was only about the size of my palm. There was a bow on the waistband, and the bow looked like it was actually tied, not just for decoration.

I turned over and went to sleep too.

The next morning, she stirred beside me, and I woke up, as if something was on my mind. But this wasn't the case every day; she always got up first, washed, put on makeup, and then laboriously woke me up, who was sleeping like a log.

I slightly opened my eyes, pretending not to be awake. She wasn't wary at all, and hadn't expected me to wake up so early. Then she got up and went to the bathroom, her upper body bare, her breasts perfectly round and plump. I glanced at her underwear.

At first glance, it was flesh-colored, almost like she was naked. From behind, I could clearly see her buttocks and the cleft, making the underwear transparent.

Sigh… I closed my eyes and dozed off for another five minutes. I knew she would sit at the vanity in the corner to put on makeup after washing up, so I turned over, facing that direction, and continued to pretend to be asleep. Soon, she wasn't wearing a bra, just like when she got up. She went into the bedroom and sat in front of the vanity. I tried to keep my eyes half-closed because if she looked at me in the mirror, she could roughly see me.

The chair by the dressing table had no backrest; it was a stool, usually tucked under the table. I watched as her long hair cascaded down her bare back. Sitting there, only the edge of her waistband was visible, revealing a long cleft in her buttocks. Those sexy panties were probably what she wore yesterday when she was fooling around with that man.

After applying some light makeup, she got up, opened the folding door to the sunroom, put down a clothes rack, and took down a pair of dried panties. These were just ordinary cotton panties. But there were no curtains in the sunroom. She went to get her clothes there first thing in the morning, her upper body and lower body practically naked! Wasn't she afraid of being seen from outside? Besides, I only live on the second floor.

I couldn't believe it. She had changed her underwear and was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I got up, picked up the underwear I had just taken off from the foot of the bed, and stretched it open with both hands. It was so small, so tiny. The crotch was only an inch wide with no lining; the entire underwear was just a thin, flesh-colored mesh, and there were wet patches on the crotch. It didn't look like male semen; I guessed it was her own secretions that had soaked the underwear.

I looked enough, threw the underwear back on the bed, and she came in, picked up the underwear, and put it in the closet. Although my back was to the closet, I heard her push open the door, and instead of the drawer where she usually kept her underwear, she opened the bottom jewelry box. There was a crisp click as the clasp was unlocked, then she put the underwear in and closed it again. I couldn't open this box; it had a combination lock. I knew she had hidden something in it.

We continued like this: she would wake me up, I would pretend to be sleepy, then get up to eat breakfast, drive her to work, and then go to work.

She worked in the police propaganda office, with a very regular work schedule, going home on time almost every weekday. I figured unless she skipped work during the day, she wouldn't have time to meet that guy.

Then Friday night, we went to bed early and did it again. Since seeing the doctor, I felt much less stressed, and recently I felt relieved because she had another man outside, so she didn't need to constantly seek satisfaction from me anymore. Even if I didn't perform well, she had other men to satisfy her! So I wasn't nervous at all.

That night, I really wanted to have sex with her. Maybe knowing she'd lie about going on a date again the next day, I pushed her into bed early after dinner. She understood what I meant and said with a grin, "What's wrong with my husband today? Did he want to... you know...? Did he see some pretty girl during the day?" She teased me.

I said, "Could you wear those flesh-colored panties you wore last time?"

As soon as I said that, she immediately stopped, as if something was on her mind, and then, feigning composure, said, "Why do I have to wear those?" "Aren't you going to take it off anyway?"

I said, "No, I touched her that night, but I didn't even see what she looked like. You're changing now."

She thought for a moment and agreed, but then told me to wait in the living room. She closed the bedroom door, changed inside, and came out.

I immediately got an erection, not only because she looked so sexy, but also because I imagined other men having sex with her.

Today is Saturday again, and Xiaoyu still left around 9 a.m. I got up, but she was already gone. There was breakfast on the table, but it was cold. I quickly got dressed and followed her downstairs, keeping a distance of 100 meters.

I looked at her back and thought, "Why didn't she wake me up today? She just left, wearing a denim skirt, black stockings, and high heels. Dressed so provocatively, she must have gone to a hotel." I followed her, keeping a distance of 200 meters, and kept tracking her. After leaving the neighborhood, I hailed a taxi first, afraid that she would recognize me if I drove my own car.

I got into the taxi, and the driver asked me where I was going. I said I'd wait a bit, and the driver seemed a little confused and started the meter to wait. Xiaoyu hailed a taxi on her phone by the roadside. After a few minutes, the car arrived. I told the driver to follow the car in front, and he seemed to understand immediately. Both cars eventually stopped in front of the budget hotel. The driver silently shook his head, and I paid and got out.

I lit a cigarette, not daring to go in. Looking at my watch, a full 15 minutes passed before I saw through the glass door that no one was at the front desk, and only

then did I go in. Once inside, I asked the receptionist, giving her Xiaoyu's name, for the room number, but she said it was confidential and against regulations. I pleaded for a long time to no avail. Finally, I called her close and told her that she was my wife, and I had given her her birth certificate and asked her to make a copy for her records. She seemed sympathetic and quietly told me, and I booked a room next door.

I quickly went up to my room. The environment wasn't great; it wasn't a regular budget hotel, but a room charged by the hour. The receptionist talked to me a lot, but I threw down 100 yuan, saying we'd settle the bill later, too lazy to listen.

The room wasn't big at all, only 20 square meters? There was a small bathroom inside. I locked the door, pressed my face against the wall, and could vaguely hear some sounds. I looked on the table and found a roll of toilet paper. I took it and pulled a glass from the cabinet under the TV. I pressed the glass against the wall; I could hear it very clearly now, since there was only one wall separating us.

The TV was blaring from inside. But I was on this wall, and logically, all rooms are the same size, so behind that wall should be their bed. I listened patiently, and after a few minutes, I heard sounds.

They got into bed. The sounds were transmitted through the glass, so clear I couldn't miss a single word. I guessed they were lying in bed, their backs against this wall.

The man's voice was deep and deep; he sounded older than my age. The two of them were laughing and talking in bed. Hearing Xiaoyu laughing and joking with another man made my heart ache.

The man suggested taking a bath together, but Xiaoyu refused, saying the bathroom was too small and she wasn't used to bathing together, adding that she'd never bathed with her husband before. Despite the man's persistent persuasion, it sounded like he practically dragged her into the bathroom, and then the only sound was the TV.

I lit a cigarette and smoked. What was I doing? Shouldn't I have kicked down the door and caught them in the act? But then I thought, hadn't I already accepted that Xiaoyu was seeing another man? After all, she needed sex too.

I stepped onto the sofa, opened the window, and peeked out to the left of the next room. Their window was very close, about a step away. I stepped onto the air conditioner unit on the wall, turned on my phone's recording function, and quietly stood by their window. I guessed the couple was too engrossed in their passion to notice anything outside.

This was the third floor, and outside was a parking lot. I prayed they wouldn't draw the curtains.

Back inside, I simply sat on the table, held a cup against the wall, and listened. They finished, came out, and went back to bed.

"How about it? Taking a shower together is great, isn't it! Go home and shower your husband too, use your big boobs!" the man said. "No way!" Xiaoyu said.

Holy crap, shower with boobs? My mind started imagining that scene. Would it be my wife naked, covering her boobs in shower gel, rubbing them all over the man's body?

"You should give your husband a little treat, maybe he'll become more capable!" the man said again. "How capable? If she becomes more capable, I won't bother you anymore!" Could Xiaoyu really say something like that? She's usually so serious and cute with me.

"Oops, I misspoke~ You deserve a beating!" "Haha!" The two laughed.

"Hey~ Stop! You're not allowed to hit yourself!" "Nobody's allowed to hit my husband! I'll be heartbroken if you hurt him.

" Xiaoyu's voice was so gentle.

"Hey~ You've come here to see your husband behind his back." the man said.

"Yes, yes, you're my husband." "

..." "Oh, never mind, come in quickly, honey," Xiaoyu babbled.

Holy crap, how can she be so unsatisfied, actually begging a man? This isn't Xiaoyu, is it?!

Then my ears were filled with the sounds of flesh slapping, so fast, the [slap slap slap slap] of impacts, quick and persistent. As I listened, I thought, if this were me, it would probably be over by now.

"Come closer," the man suddenly said.

"No, just keep pressing down on me like this!" "No, don't come out!" "Oh, this looks like..."

"Like what?"

"Like...like a puppy."

Then came Xiaoyu's continuous screams, so shrill. This man must be really good; usually, Xiaoyu only moaned a few times under me. This incessant screaming was incredibly stimulating. What did my wife look like now? Was her hair messy, and was she in pain?

Xiaoyu isn't tall, only 160cm. How tall is the man behind her?

How long is his penis? Would he hurt her? My mind was filled with fantasies about what was happening next door, and I realized my crotch was hard.

Why? Hearing my wife being fucked by another man next door, I got hard. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, rock hard, at its peak.

"Ahhhhhh, husband, ahhhhh, so intense! Deeper, all the way in, husband, oh..." Xiaoyu's screams echoed in my ears, and she kept calling the man "husband." I couldn't believe my penis was hard. I touched the head of my penis with my finger; it was sticky and wet.

What was going on? Was I born with a cuckold fetish? Touching the head of my penis felt amazing. Hearing my wife's moans, a strange, stimulating feeling welled up inside me, completely uncontrollable. My hand started stroking the foreskin.

I closed my eyes, and everything went black… then brightened again. A blurry, muscular man was kneeling behind Xiaoyu. He gripped her waist with both hands, his large penis thrusting powerfully into her buttocks. All

I could see was Xiaoyu. She was supporting herself with her hands, her small breasts swinging rapidly. Her expression wasn't painful at all; she was screaming with her mouth open, her beautiful hair hanging in the air, tossed about wildly.

"Oh..." I shuddered, waking from my dream. My hand was still gripping my penis, and streams of semen shot out, a good half-meter away, a powerful spray, like someone who's been holding their pee and is now urinating with all their might. I couldn't believe I'd ejaculated like that.

The semen landed on the table; the first two spurts even sprayed off the surface. Whew... I got off the table and lay on the bed, no longer paying attention to what was happening next door. I only knew that the noise was continuing.

Oh well... whatever, I'll go home. I carefully climbed out the window, one foot inside, the other on the outdoor unit, and carefully used my fingers to grab my phone before heading home.

Back home, I watched the video I'd recorded on my phone. The video was blurry, probably from dust on the window, but I could still see a man and a woman rolling around on the bed. That... that man was pretty much what I'd imagined—tall and strong.

In the video, they changed positions. When the man pinned Xiaoyu down, all you could see was his large buttocks bobbing rapidly. Compared to him, Xiaoyu looked so small. The man even fucked Xiaoyu from behind, his large hands gripping her waist. Xiaoyu's legs were probably only half the thickness of the man's.

I watched the 20-minute video over and over again, my heart sinking. I don't remember how many times I'd watched it, maybe a dozen or so. I heard Xiaoyu taking out her keys to open the door, and I quickly regained my composure, turned off my phone, and sat on the sofa pretending to watch TV.

"You're back! Where did you go?" I asked gently.

"Oh~ Something came up at work! They're having some kind of event, so I had to go to a meeting to discuss publicity. Ugh, so annoying, having to work overtime on the weekend, how awful!" Xiaoyu's act was quite convincing, sounding very real.

I just agreed, not wanting to call her out.

I haven't written for a month. Days have just passed by like this. I think I really have a penchant for cuckolding. In the past month, I've read a lot about cuckolding—movies, novels, pictures—and chatted with many like-minded friends online. With their encouragement, I've seriously considered it for a month and decided to accept this fact.

As long as our marriage isn't broken by disharmony in our sex life, our marriage is perfect. So, I've decided to take the initiative to solve this problem.

That night, in bed, with the lights off, I felt the time was right. Only in this atmosphere could I talk about sex. Xiaoyu is always so reserved around me.

I held her close, the words swirling in my mind. Seeing that she was about to fall asleep, I finally decided to speak.

I asked Xiaoyu if she was satisfied with our sex life. She hesitated, startled by my sudden question, but I sensed she didn't want to avoid the topic anymore, so she said she was somewhat dissatisfied.

I said, "Okay, I really want to try, but it's not always what you want." She said she understood, she knew, and she also felt my pain and inner pressure.

After a few words, the atmosphere relaxed considerably. It was the first time the couple had discussed this topic. I sat up, lit a cigarette, and said, "Yu Yu, if you want satisfaction, you can find a man."

"Huh? I didn't!" she immediately sat up to explain, a gesture I vividly remember.

"Hehe~ I meant you can go find one, I didn't say anything else!" "Looks like you've confessed without being asked." She lowered her head and remained silent, seemingly unable to explain. After all, she was an honest and good girl, not good at lying. "

Honey, I won't go find someone else because of this..." she began, but I covered her mouth with my hand.

"Yu Yu, this is normal. I think our marriage is good in every way, it's just that you're not satisfied in this aspect, I know. So let's solve this problem, it's very simple." I spoke rationally, as if resolving a small issue.

"Actually, it's just simply sleeping with a man, you'll always be my wife!" I talked more and more, and she listened attentively.

"These past few days, I've observed that you have a man, haven't you?" " Don't worry, I won't blame you. I just want to be open about it, so it's no longer a secret between us, something we have to hide from each other every day." I finished my cigarette in a few puffs.

"You really think so?" Xiaoyu finally spoke, which basically meant she was admitting it.

"Yes, I'm very clear-headed."

...We didn't sleep all night, talking the whole time, revealing all our thoughts without any reservations. Xiaoyu said that the man was her colleague, in the same office, tall and strong, 1.9 meters. At first, Xiaoyu didn't like him, but after marriage, she became dissatisfied and increasingly inclined towards that tall and powerful man. During the day at work, she would always stare at that man blankly and then start fantasizing about what was in her crotch.

I listened to her quietly, very calmly, and expressed my understanding.

Later, Xiaoyu started chatting with him on WeChat. The man was called Brother Ping, that's what Xiaoyu called him. He was almost 40 years old and the only older man in the office. There were four people in their office: Brother Ping and the three women. The other two women weren't married, and one of them was single. In terms of looks, they weren't on the same level as Xiaoyu.

Brother Ping was naturally very nice to the three women, often giving them shoulder massages or something. This wasn't inappropriate between colleagues, but Xiaoyu developed feelings for him. She said that once, when the two women went out shopping, it was just the two of them in the office. Xiaoyu mentioned that her shoulders were sore, and Brother Ping naturally came over to massage them. With only the two of them alone in the office, Brother Ping's actions became more varied, going from massaging to touching her shoulders. Xiaoyu then touched his hand, and after some playful pushing and shoving, they ended up holding hands.

What happened next was predictable. The unspoken understanding was broken, and the two started chatting on WeChat every night. After less than three days, it was the weekend, and Ping invited her to dinner under some pretext. They had lunch, and then in the mall's underground parking lot, they had sex in the car. Xiaoyu said she was completely defenseless, especially after Ping took his penis out.

I didn't blame her; on the contrary, I enjoyed listening to her talk about her relationships with men. I even asked Xiaoyu to continue, to describe how she and Ping Ge did it in the car, down to every detail. Only then did Xiaoyu start to feel uncomfortable, saying she didn't want to talk about it, that she was talking about what she did with other men in front of her husband.

We both took a short nap before dawn. In the afternoon, Xiaoyu suddenly stood in front of me and said, "Honey, um..." She stammered, standing ramrod straight in front of me like a student being punished.

"Are we going out?" "Is it Ping Ge?" I asked calmly, playing on the computer.

"Yes," she nodded. "It's the weekend again." "Ah~ He contacted me. I explained to him that my husband might know, but he still... still contacted me!" She finished, then lowered her head in shame.

I didn't say anything. After a few seconds of silence, "Honey, if you don't agree, I won't go. I'll never go again!" Xiaoyu's eyes were a little red.

I quickly put down the mouse, stood up, and, holding her shoulder, said casually, "Oh, people are waiting for you. Go on, have fun! Now you're free of worries, right? Didn't we reach an agreement last night? Why are you still hesitating? Go on." I pushed her to the door, watching her small feet in black stockings, which, at my urging, had put on high heels.

"Then...then, honey, should I go?" she asked, looking at me.

I opened the door for her and told her to go quickly.

I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. I don't know why, but watching Xiaoyu leave, knowing she was going to get fucked again, this time openly, filled me with mixed feelings. So many emotions were swirling within me—one moment I was happy for her, the next I felt sad, and then I felt excited and amused.

[The End]

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