My Wife's Story - Moonlight in the City

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My wife is a quiet woman. Besides her job, she focuses on running her small shop, and they live a very comfortable life. I often tell her she lacks ambition and should work harder to become a section chief or deputy section chief sooner. My wife disagrees, saying, "Actually, it's easy for women to climb the ladder. Just spend more time drinking with your boss." She adds that someone at her workplace is always with the boss, available at a moment's notice, and her colleagues say she slept with him—they say very hurtful things. But I can't do that. She's invited me to dinner a few times, but I haven't gone. My wife often says, "I have a loving husband, a lovely son, a house, and a car. I'm very content." Hearing this always touches me. Although I sometimes think my wife is a little foolish, I let her be.

Later, a new leader (the top official) was transferred to my wife's workplace. He probably had a crush on her and transferred her to the bureau's office as a secretary. He often took her with him when he went to inspect work in the lower levels. My wife and I lived in different places (it was more than two hours' drive between us). Her boss probably knew we weren't together, and he would often ask my wife if she needed any help with daily life. Sometimes, after inspections, my wife would be there for dinner, and he would often urge her to have a drink, but she resolutely refused to drink. Sometimes, the sycophants at the dinner table would tease my wife and the boss, saying they were a beautiful woman and a heroine. Some of these sycophants even advised my wife to be more attentive to the boss. Some people even told the Party Secretary to pay more attention to my wife, lest the nights be too long… Whenever someone said this, my wife would usually remain silent or tell others not to talk nonsense. The leader would chuckle and sometimes pat my wife on the shoulder, urging her to drink a little. If she really couldn't drink anymore, he would drink for her. Sometimes my wife would reluctantly take a small sip, and the Party Secretary would generously say, "I'll drink for you!" and snatch my wife's glass and drink it all in one gulp. At this point, the sycophants at the table would applaud loudly. My wife was very uncomfortable with this atmosphere and often asked the Party Secretary for help. The Party Secretary would laugh and pat my wife on the shoulder, saying, "It's okay, drinking and eating are unavoidable. Just drink less."

After drinking, they would often go to karaoke. Sometimes my wife would tell me on the phone that she missed me so much right now and wanted to be with me. Every time, I tell my boss I don't want to go, but he says I have nothing to do at home anyway. Sometimes, if I say too much, he gets upset. My wife is also afraid of offending him, so she always goes with me to karaoke. Every time she comes home, she complains to me that she can't stand them. Actually, I know that nothing will happen in those kinds of places; it's just dancing and stuff. Nothing serious is likely to happen. At most, they might hug my wife while dancing, or touch her if she holds her too tightly. I comforted my wife on the phone, saying it's okay, that's how it is now, just be careful. My wife listened and said she would listen to me, as long as we don't offend the boss.

Suddenly one day, my wife called me and started crying. I asked her what was wrong, and she choked up on the phone, saying that the Party Secretary criticized her at a meeting, but didn't name names. He said that some comrades weren't serious about their work, weren't doing their jobs properly, and were even having a second job. My wife said she didn't know what she had done to offend him, why he would bring her up for no reason. She felt very wronged and cried, asking me to come to her place, saying she only wanted to see me. I was also a little anxious, so I took two days off and went to see her.

As soon as my wife saw me, her eyes reddened. She said someone told her that she might be transferred to a subordinate unit in the most remote township, and asked me what to do. I said I would talk about it when I got home that night.

That night, as usual, I held my wife close and climbed onto her. My wife knew what I wanted to do. She pushed me away, but seeing my longing eyes, she didn't say anything and obediently spread her legs to make it easier for me to enter. As I thrust into her, I could clearly feel that she was just going through the motions; she barely made any noise. I only saw her breasts swaying rhythmically with my thrusts. Although she didn't moan, only let out a few soft groans, and her head was turned to one side, not even looking at me as usual, I was consumed by lust. I grabbed her breasts and thrust wildly, my lustful desire rising again. I thought: if my wife's boss were having sex with her now, she would definitely be like this, not making a sound, her head turned to one side, not daring to resist—what a wonderful scene! The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, thrusting and pumping roughly, going all the way in each time. My wife was amazing; she didn't utter a single sound. Finally, I sighed, buried my face between her breasts, and ejaculated…

My wife pushed me away, took out a tissue, cleaned her genitals, and said softly, "You've had your pleasure now." I suddenly felt sorry for my wife, so I hugged her and said we should think of a solution together. She nestled against me like a kitten. I stroked her hair; its faint fragrance was wonderful. Her breasts pressed against my chest, slightly deformed from the pressure. I said, "How about taking a long leave?" She immediately said no, she definitely couldn't. I then suggested she quit work, but she was reluctant. Finally, we agreed that she would check the situation at work the next day and let me know what was going on. If possible, she would treat her boss to a meal; whether I would accept would depend on the situation.

The next day, less than an hour after work, she called me, saying she had asked her boss, who said there was no such thing and she wouldn't be transferred, and even told her to work hard. I couldn't help but scold her for being a fool. How could she ask her boss directly? Even if she had, he wouldn't have told her. And then I asked if she needed to treat her boss to a meal. She said no, she could handle it herself. She was clearly in a good mood. After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but chuckle wryly: My silly wife, can you handle this? Many things are complicated.

Around 4 PM, my wife called again, saying the Party Secretary was having dinner with higher-ups and wouldn't be home. My lustful desires kicked in again, so I told her I'd offer the leader a toast that evening. My wife happily replied, "Okay, I'll handle it." As we hung up, she playfully told me to wash up, strip naked, and spread out on the bed in a "spread-eagle" position while waiting for her to come home.

I went to bed around 9 PM, but I felt it wasn't a good idea to call my wife. Around 10 PM, she still hadn't returned, so I couldn't resist calling. She didn't answer, and I called two or three more times, but still no answer. At this point, I started to get restless, my mind racing with thoughts: What was my wife doing? Was she…? Actually, the thought of my wife and her boss in a hotel room excited me. The idea of the boss having sex with her, my wife writhing and moaning beneath him, inexplicably aroused me. Thinking about it, my penis got hard. I stroked it while imagining my wife and her boss making love…

Around 11:20 PM, I called my wife again. This time, the phone rang seven or eight times before she answered. I asked where she was and when she was coming home. She said she was in a karaoke bar and hadn't heard my call, but was getting ready to come back. I listened intently on the phone; it sounded like she was in a quiet place, not on the street or in a karaoke bar. It seemed like we were in a very quiet room. My wife hurriedly finished speaking to me and hung up the phone. I started to think: she might have gone to a hotel with her boss. I was somewhat certain, because I often went to those quiet places (I've even gone to prostitutes when my wife wasn't around). I felt a pang of sadness, but to be honest, I felt more of a thrill from satisfying my lust for my wife. I even regretted not going to check on her. I decided to try and get information out of my silly wife later, and waited for her to come back in bed. About

half an hour later, I heard my wife return. She went straight to take a shower after entering the room, without even taking a bathrobe. After showering, she came into the room naked. I thought to myself: "That little slut is probably afraid I'll find out something, so she's destroying the evidence." But I asked her, "What are we doing tonight?" She said, "We'll have dinner and then karaoke, and then she'll come back. She didn't hear my call in between." I deliberately asked, "It was so quiet when I called you earlier." My wife said, "There weren't many people on the street, so it was quiet." I was certain my wife had just checked into a hotel. My clumsy wife can't lie; when she does, she avoids eye contact. And she wasn't looking at me now. Plus, she went straight to the shower without even taking off her clothes when she got back. I was even more convinced she'd been with her boss. I got excited again and asked her a few more questions. She got a little impatient and said she was exhausted and wanted to sleep. But

I was aroused by her words and wanted to get to the bottom of things, but I was afraid of upsetting her. So I turned her around and said, "Didn't you tell me to strip naked and wait for you in a spread-eagle position?" My wife, perhaps feeling guilty or sorry, whispered in my arms, "Honey, I love you." Then she got up, knelt between my legs, and began to give me a good blowjob.

I stroked my wife's hair, watching her intently stick out her tongue and carefully lick my glans, occasionally sucking hard while her head bobbed up and down. I wondered if she had just been giving her boss oral sex like this. Lost in thought, my wife smiled gently and said, "Honey, you're impotent, you can't get hard." Then she took my penis into her mouth again and began vigorously giving me a blowjob. Looking at my wife's rosy face, I watched and thought, my penis slowly swelling and hardening in her mouth. My wife used all her skills, sucking and licking my penis, her hair becoming a little messy. After five or six minutes of oral sex, seeing I was too hard, she got up, smiling seductively at me, climbed on top of me, and slowly sat down in the cowgirl position.

"Mmm..." My wife let out a muffled groan, sitting completely on my lower abdomen, completely embracing me. To be honest, I'm very familiar with my wife's body, even the tightness and looseness of her vagina. After she completely clamped my penis in, she closed her eyes and began to move up and down. Looking at my wife's flushed face and her breasts swaying wildly, I imagined the scene of my wife making love with her boss. I grabbed my wife's swaying breasts with both hands and rubbed them hard. My wife cried out wildly, her buttocks turning wildly, shaking up and down. I grabbed my wife's breasts and twisted my waist hard, my penis moving back and forth inside my wife's vagina. This was the position my wife couldn't stand the most. In just a minute or two, my wife couldn't take it anymore. She screamed wildly and collapsed on my body. My wife had an orgasm. I pulled out my penis, flipped over and pinned my wife beneath me, hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, and started fucking her passionately again. My wife's body was completely limp, responding to my thrusts while calling out "husband, husband" repeatedly. I thrust hard for a while, then told my wife to lie face down, and I fucked her from behind. My wife's arms were weak, and the front half of her body lay on the bed, only her white, tender buttocks were raised high, welcoming my thrusts again and again. After a while, my wife said in a soft voice, "Husband, I'm out of strength, I can't lie down anymore..." So I put my wife face up on the bed, told her to spread her legs as wide as possible, and continued thrusting into her. My wife's cries grew louder and louder, as if she was cheering me on. I listened to my wife's moans. I recalled the scene of her with the leader, and imagining that lewd scene, watching my wife moaning beneath me, I suddenly imagined myself as that leader, now having sex with my wife. I used a nine-shallow-one-deep method, thrusting hard into my wife, who screamed loudly, as if only in this way could she express her pleasure. After dozens of thrusts, I thrust my penis deep into my wife's vagina, no longer thrusting, but forcefully circling it deep inside her vagina. My wife moaned and used her hands to lift her legs, trying to let me penetrate even deeper. I vigorously circled, sometimes even writing, while my wife desperately spread her legs, moaning, and arching her upper body upwards, revealing her soft breasts. The room was pressed down by me like a deformed bun. My wife moaned and gasped for breath, her face flushed. Suddenly, her body tensed, trembling all over. With each thrust and circle, she climaxed again… Now, her hair was disheveled, her mouth uttering incoherent cries, her legs spread wide, her breasts red from my caresses. Looking at her wantonness, imagining her wantonness, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her… My wife was

exhausted and stopped wiping, letting the white fluid flow from her. She clung tightly to me, not letting me get off her, biting my earlobe and whispering, "Honey, you're so strong." I slowly went limp, trying to pull my penis out of her vagina, but she quickly grabbed me and said, "Don't come out, don't move, let's sleep like this." I gently kissed my wife's hair and eyes, inhaling her fragrance. My wife then put her tongue into my mouth and we kissed passionately...

The next morning, my wife went to work. I had a day off and nothing to do, so I wandered around the streets. Suddenly, I wanted to find out if my wife was having an affair with her boss, so I called her and said I had to go back urgently. I parked my car in a parking lot and hid far from my wife's dormitory. After work, my wife came home right on time. A while later, she ordered takeout. I didn't see her leave until after 7 pm, so I felt a little relieved and drove home. I went online and saw that my wife was online. During the video call, I saw that my wife was at home. We made out on the computer and then logged off.

I always felt that my wife and her boss had that kind of thing that day, and that her boss would definitely want to see my wife again. No man who gets my wife once wouldn't let her go, and my lovely, silly wife is afraid of her boss. So I decided to pay attention to my wife's changes. After a few days, my wife seemed to be the same as usual, calling me several times a day, and mostly at home in the evenings. Sometimes when I called her while she was at work, she would hesitate, maybe because her boss was bothering her. Her makeup and clothes were the same as usual, but after a while, my wife sometimes seemed very busy and often didn't answer my calls, only calling me later. I guessed that their relationship might have progressed further, since I wasn't around to help. Then one weekend, I deliberately said I wouldn't go home, but I did. I found that my wife went into a bathhouse and foot massage parlor after leaving home that night. I called her to ask what she was doing, and she said she was working overtime. I waited for over two hours before my wife finally came out. A few minutes later, her boss also came out, but by then my wife had already gone far away. I didn't know where she had gone, so I followed her boss. Later, I saw her boss go directly to a hotel. I called home, but no one answered. I called my wife, and she said she was still working overtime in the office. I guessed that my wife must also be in the hotel, so I patiently waited in the shadows. More than an hour later, her boss came out and left. About 20 minutes later, my wife also hurriedly came out of the hotel...

Seeing this scene, my mind went blank. My lovely wife had really cheated on me. In that instant, the scene of my wife and her boss having an affair in the hotel immediately flashed into my mind. But to be honest, I wasn't angry. On the contrary, I had a strange feeling: I love my wife very much, and my wife loves me very much. I had taken my wife to threesomes and swapping twice before, but this was the first time my wife had cheated on me. I had fantasized countless times about my wife having sex with someone else while I sat on the sidelines and watched. Some readers might not understand my feelings and think that this kind of behavior is unfaithful to their marriage, and they can't comprehend my emotions. But I genuinely enjoy watching my wife being pinned down and fucked by other men. I've even had the extremely perverse thought of my wife being a prostitute, working the streets every day, or being fucked by twenty or thirty migrant workers. Maybe I really am sick, but I can't control this sexual urge after cuckolding my wife.

I called my wife, and she said she was home. I told her I would be back the next day, and she agreed. The next morning, I bought a lamp-style surveillance camera at a place that sells surveillance equipment. It could record images for 7 hours and audio for 12 hours, and it cost 680 yuan. I brought it home and put it in front of the computer, facing the bed. My wife didn't seem to care, only saying that the model I bought was ugly. So I put my plan into action.

Because I could only record for 7 hours, I turned on the surveillance camera around 7 PM on the night I left. So, I could only record 7 hours on the night I left each day; I couldn't record on other days. Every week when I went home, I would secretly watch the footage, but I never noticed anyone coming to my house 7 hours after the day I left. During those two months, I secretly admired my wife countless times. Sometimes she would be on the phone in bed, but not with me; she would be laughing and chatting, quite happy. Sometimes she would receive a text message and send it while laughing. And once, my silly wife came in naked after taking a shower and looked at herself in the mirror. He even held her breasts in his hands and compared them in front of the mirror, which made me laugh a little. It wasn't until more than 10 days later that I finally got the picture I wanted to take...

It was a Wednesday. My wife said she had to accompany the secretary to the township in the afternoon, so I immediately drove to her place. Around 7 p.m., I called her and she said she was having dinner. I told her to drink less, and she said "okay," adding that she would be back soon. My wife had no idea I would come to her place. I got home around 9 p.m. and saw that the lights were off, so I quietly opened the door. The door was locked from the outside, proving that no one was inside. I went in, turned on the security camera, and left. Around 10 p.m., I saw my wife return in a taxi. There was someone in the car. After getting out, my wife greeted the person in the car and went upstairs. The taxi drove a few dozen meters away, before it disappeared from my sight, then turned around and drove back. The person who got out was indeed my wife's boss. He looked around after getting out of the car and went upstairs to my wife's apartment. The hallway lights are motion-activated. Based on the changes in the lights, I could tell that she had gone up to the third floor and then entered the room.

I was thrilled: the long-awaited moment was finally about to happen. I controlled my wildly beating heart and stared at my home. My apartment is on the third floor, and from where I was, I could see the living room and bathroom. I saw the living room light was on; my wife was probably in the living room with her boss. I wondered what they were doing. After waiting for more than 30 minutes, just as I was getting impatient, the bathroom light came on. I was frantic: who was taking a shower? Was it my wife, her boss, or were they taking a bath together? I let my mind wander for more than 10 minutes. Then the bathroom light went out, and I rushed to the back of my wife's building. From there, I could see the bedroom. Sure enough, the bedroom light was on. My blood was boiling; I knew my wife and her boss were in the bedroom. I smoked more than 10 cigarettes down there, imagining them having a good time up there while I was just watching from below, picturing my wife being fucked by her boss. My penis was hard.

About 20 minutes later, I deliberately called my wife. She didn't answer the first time, so I called again, three times in a row, and she finally answered. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was sleeping. It was very quiet around her, and her voice was a little breathless and light, like someone carrying a heavy load. I suppressed my lust, said a few words, and hung up. My penis was painfully hard, and after anxiously waiting for a few minutes, I called my wife again. This time, she spoke very urgently, her voice was rapid, and she kept trying to hang up. I deliberately teased her, talking to her for almost three minutes. She was moaning and groaning as she spoke, as if she was being fucked while talking to me. I could feel her trying to control her tone and breathing. After the call, I thought my wife's boss was pretty aggressive. He was fucking my wife while she was talking to me on the phone, not afraid of me finding out. Maybe this is the thrill of fucking someone else's wife—fucking my wife while she talks to me on the phone; that's the most exciting thing.

After midnight, the light in my wife's bedroom went out. I waited a while, thinking of going upstairs to check on her, but I felt bad about being seen. At the same time, my penis was painfully hard, so I booked a hotel room. Since my penis was so erect, I called a prostitute, imagining her as my wife, and had a wild time with her on the bed. While I was with the prostitute, my wife called me. Hearing her voice made me even more vigorous, making the prostitute scream and shout. Finally, I finished in a fantasy of my wife and her boss…

The next day, while my wife was at work, I secretly went home, took the chip, returned to my place, connected it to the computer, and enjoyed the performance of my wife and her boss from the previous night.

The seller boasted that it had 5 megapixels, but it didn't. It was still fairly clear because the distance was relatively close and the lighting was good, but the sound wasn't very good. The shower scene wasn't shown; we only saw the later scene in the bedroom…

My wife and her boss entered the bedroom together, both naked, presumably taking a bath together. After entering, her boss casually lay down on the bed where my wife and I sleep and make love, lit a cigarette, and turned on the TV, acting like he was the master of the room. My wife didn't get on the bed but fiddled with things in front of the mirror. It seemed like this wasn't their first time; she didn't seem shy, and both seemed quite relaxed. After the man finished his cigarette, my wife got on the bed. The boss said something to her, and she smiled and shook her head. The boss patted my wife's soft, white buttocks, then rolled over and lay on top of her, giving him a massage. My wife looked beautiful in the scene; she had just showered and washed her hair, which was casually tied up. Her not-too-large breasts jiggled with her movements, giving her a very pretty and cute, feminine look. My wife massaged the boss's head and shoulders very seriously for a few minutes, joking with him as she did so. The boss then turned over, sticking out his hard penis, and asked my wife to massage his front. My wife laughed and massaged his front a few more times. While enjoying the service, the leader kneaded my wife's trembling breasts with his hands, occasionally pinching her nipples. My wife laughed and dodged him. Looking at my beautiful and charming wife, the leader couldn't hold back any longer. He sat up, put my wife on the bed, spread her legs, and put his head down to give her oral sex... In the video, you can only see my wife's mouth wide open, moaning. The leader must have been quite skilled with his tongue. He pressed his head against my wife's legs, sometimes squeezing them together, tightly clamping his head between them. His hands were also groping on his own breasts or his head. The leader patiently licked for several minutes. When my wife was in ecstasy, he stood up. My wife's eyes were glazed, and her hair was all messed up. Seeing the leader stand up, my wife also got up, knelt in front of him, and skillfully grabbed his erect penis, taking it into her mouth and giving him oral sex as well. The scene was this: the boss was standing on the bed, and his wife was kneeling, giving him oral sex from head to toe, inside and out. She would occasionally take his testicles into her mouth and then spit them out, completely absorbed in the act. She continued for almost 10 minutes. Then the boss pressed her back down on the bed and started giving her oral sex again. He seemed to enjoy playing with her genitals; she was moaning and groaning as he licked her. He seemed experienced; when she was completely overwhelmed by his licking, he calmly got up, grabbed his hard, shiny penis, and thrust it into her…

She let out a moan, tightly embracing the man on top of her, arching her back as he thrust in and out. He pounced on her like a tiger, thrusting dozens of times. When she regained some composure, he stopped, pressed her head down, and kissed her… Just then, the phone rang for my wife. I saw both of them stop what they were doing on the screen. My wife picked up the phone, glanced at it, and didn't answer. The phone rang a few more times. My wife spoke a few words to her boss, then answered my call. While my wife was on the phone, her boss was still on top of her, his hands and mouth alternately kneading and sucking on her breasts. My wife was talking to me while pushing her boss's head away with one hand. My wife quickly hung up the phone, smiled at her boss, and then pressed his head against her chest, letting him suck on her nipples to his heart's content. The two of them quickly forgot about my call and changed positions. My wife was lying on the bed, her sexy little buttocks raised high, and her boss was kneeling behind her, penetrating her from behind. There was another storm of thrusting, as if he wanted to devour my wife, pounding violently. After a while, my second call came in... My wife grabbed the phone beside her, turned her head to tell her boss not to move, and started talking to me. The boss grinned wickedly, still thrusting into his wife from behind, though with much less force. At this moment, his wife looked incredibly sexy and adorable. She was propped up on the bed with one elbow, holding the phone in the other, talking to me. Her hair was completely messy. As she spoke, because the boss was still thrusting into her from behind, her whole body swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his thrusts, her breasts bouncing wildly up, down, left, and right. She had to talk to me while enduring his thrusts, maintaining her balance with one hand, and trying to control her breathing as much as possible. My wife was really in a difficult position, afraid I would overhear something. After she finished talking to me, she threw her phone down and immediately started moaning loudly again. My husband laughed and slapped my wife's raised buttocks hard. Perhaps stimulated by the phone call, he thrust violently for a while and then ejaculated inside my wife...

After ejaculating, my husband lay down on the bed. My wife quickly took out some tissues and wiped herself clean. My husband smiled and said something to my wife. My wife gave a coquettish laugh and grabbed my husband's still not completely soft penis, putting it in her mouth again. My husband lay comfortably on the bed, holding my wife's hair. My wife, head bowed, diligently and meticulously gave my boss a blowjob, licking his penis clean. Afterward, she wiped it with a tissue. My boss then pulled her into his arms, and they chatted and laughed. While talking, my boss played with my wife's breasts. After a while, the phone rang again. My boss answered and said a few words to my wife, then prepared to get up. My wife playfully resisted, clinging to my boss's waist, not letting him leave. My boss turned back, smiled, and said a few more words to my wife, kissing her a few times. My wife let go, and my boss left.

After he left, my wife seemed a little bored. She lay naked on the bed, without a blanket, randomly flipping through TV channels. After a while, she picked up the phone again and talked to someone for a few minutes. I guessed she was talking to my boss who had just left. After hanging up, my wife called me. At that time, I was in a hotel, having sex with a prostitute. After my wife called me, she watched TV for a while, got up, drank some water, took a shower, made another phone call after showering, and then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

After reading this, there wasn't much more. I was burning with lust, wanting nothing more than to grab my wife and fuck her hard, but I felt no anger whatsoever, only a cuckolded gratification. My crotch was wet; I had finally satisfied my desire to sit and watch my wife being watched by others. Although I wasn't there in person, the excitement and pleasure were still wonderful. My wife doesn't know I know any of this yet, and our relationship is still great. My wife is still as slutty and wanton as ever when we make love. And every time I make love with my wife, I imagine the scene with her and my boss this time. Just thinking about it... I get hard very quickly and last a long time. My wife often experiences multiple orgasms from me. Sometimes she jokes that I'm on drugs because I've never been this good before. But I don't tell my wife the truth. I'll watch again if I have the chance. It would be even better if I could see my wife being fucked by another man in person. Some friends might think I'm sick or a pervert, but I really do have this special fetish. My wife is beautiful, sexy, cute, and sometimes even a little silly. I'm just a man with a deep cuckold's desire but also a deep love for my wife...

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