Wife's public infidelity

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Because of my wife, I stayed in Northeast China after graduation. The year after our marriage, we had a lovely daughter. My wife's brother, worried about his elderly mother being lonely after his sister's marriage, took her and my daughter to the United States. Although life was good, I still often missed my hometown. At a conference, I met the secretary-general of the local government. Coincidentally, he not only shared my surname but also looked somewhat like me, which made me feel particularly close to him. During the conference, I invited him to my home for several meals. Knowing I missed my hometown, he said he could try to help me find a way. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but I was quite touched. Unexpectedly, six months later, he actually helped us get transferred back. I worked under him, and my wife went to the Public Security Bureau. He introduced me to outsiders as his nephew, and my wife and I usually called him "uncle." He was fifty years old that year. His wife had passed away eight years earlier, and he hadn't remarried. His two sons had gone abroad one after the other. More than three years passed, and thanks to his help, I became the youngest division-level cadre in the city and was allocated an apartment of over 120 square meters.

One afternoon in July, I returned to my unit from a training session at the provincial Party School and invited him to my home for dinner that evening. When we arrived, music was blaring from the television in the bedroom. I had just called out, "Xiaomei!"

when my wife rushed out of the bedroom with a hairdryer. We were all stunned. My wife was only wrapped in a bath towel, her deep cleavage completely exposed before us. Even through the towel, her breasts stood erect yet remained supple. Her lower body was barely covered by a sparse patch of pubic hair, her long, sexy legs completely exposed. She still radiated the warmth of her bath, her skin slightly flushed. After a while, my wife exclaimed and retreated. He awkwardly accepted the tea I offered. When my wife came out again in a dress, her face was flushed, and she didn't dare look at him. In the kitchen, my wife scolded, "You idiot, you didn't even give me a heads-up!" I joked, "It's just a little exposure in front of the elders, what's the big deal?" After cooking, the three of us ate and chatted. He said that he had been internally selected as the vice mayor in this reshuffle, and I would be taking over as the director of the Planning Commission. He also said that he had already spoken to him, and my wife's position also needed to be finalized. My wife and I were very excited and kept toasting him. After drinking for a while, we were both a little drunk, and he unconsciously leaned towards my wife. My wife asked me to get some fruit from the kitchen, and as soon as I went in, she followed me in and said, "He just touched my leg." "He must have drunk too much. You've known him for so long, don't you know him? It couldn't have been intentional." My wife didn't say anything more. We continued drinking for a while, and then his secretary called him. When I took him downstairs, he seemed to sober up a bit and asked me, "I drank too much, did I lose control just now?" Of course, I said, "No, no!"

One day, half a month later, he called me to his office. When he saw me, he smiled and said, "You've passed the organization department's assessment, and the appointment letter will be issued in the next couple of days. Xiaomei's matter is almost settled too." He then praised my wife extensively. That evening, when we got home, I told my wife, "He told me today that the matter was approved." My wife happily said, "That means you're a bureau-level cadre now! We should properly thank him for taking care of us." "How can we thank him? He doesn't need anything." As I said this, a sudden sense of foreboding swept through me, and I couldn't help but hug my wife tightly. "What's wrong with you? You're acting strange?" my wife asked gently. I told her my feeling: "It's possible that our benefactor has taken a liking to you." My wife was stunned for a long time before saying, "No way!" "Isn't it obvious? The other day at our house, he touched your thigh in front of me. And the way he's been looking at you lately." My wife was stunned by my words and lay on the bed in silence for a long time. "What are you thinking about?" I asked my wife softly. “If that’s really the case, let’s go back to the Northeast. If we stay here and ruin our relationship with him, it won’t be good for either of us in the future. Why don’t I just go see him and see if he’s really what we think?” My wife said, looking at me. “You mean, if he really has feelings for you, you’re willing to sacrifice yourself?” I asked my wife uncomfortably. “Then what do you suggest? You know I’m not that kind of woman, but it’s not good to owe someone too much. If you can balance your feelings, I can go see him once, just in case it’s not like that,” my wife said. I couldn’t find a better solution, and I was angry at my wife’s words. I turned over and went to sleep.

We never talked about that day again. At the end of August, near the end of the workday, I received a call from my wife saying there was an event at work that night. I woke up around 12:30 and, seeing that my wife hadn’t returned, I became worried and called her. The phone rang for a while before she answered. It sounded like she was in a very quiet place, and her voice was somewhat anxious. I asked her what was wrong. My wife said it was okay and told me to go to sleep, she'd be back soon. So I went to sleep peacefully. I was half-asleep when my wife got into bed. I asked, "What time is it?" "Still so hard even when you're asleep? It's late, go to sleep." My wife touched my penis and turned her back to me. Stimulated by her hand, I became more awake. I turned around and hugged her, one hand gently stroking her breast, the other caressing her genitals. "Stop it, go to sleep!" my wife said softly, sounding somewhat reluctant. But when my hand touched her genitals, they were already very wet. I said, "You said no, but you're drooling!" My wife ignored me, and I pulled down her panties and inserted myself.

Since my wife didn't react much, I got tired of it and left it inside. But I felt something was strange, because my wife had never done this before. Usually, as soon as my penis went in, her little mouth would suck it in. "What's wrong with you today?" my wife still ignored me. I glanced at the clock; it was already past three. I was getting angry. "Was it really a work event tonight?" At that moment, my wife turned to look at me, her voice a little hoarse, and said, "If you really want to know, I'll tell you, but before I finish, you're not allowed to interrupt, and you're not allowed to get angry. You probably already guessed it, I was with him." "Who? Could it be him?" "Yes, this morning, he called me and invited our bureau chief to dinner tonight, asking me to drive with Director Wang. There were only the three of us at dinner. He said the bureau was planning to promote me to deputy director of the political department and that I should thank Director Wang properly. I was sitting next to him when he put his hand on my thigh under the table. By then, I knew perfectly well that he hadn't been drunk at our house last time; he had done it on purpose. I was worried that Director Wang would see, and it wouldn't be convenient to push him away. But I couldn't let him touch my thigh like that. So, I deliberately stood up and toasted Director Wang, and he had no choice but to take his hand off my leg." My wife turned to look at me again and continued. "Later, our director went outside to take a phone call. When I wasn't paying attention, he put his arm around my waist and gently kissed my cheek. I immediately pushed him away and said, 'Don't do that, Director Wang will see.' He let go of me and, under the pretense of helping me straighten my clothes, seemingly unintentionally brushed his hand against my chest and even pinched my breast." "And then?" I asked. "Later, Director Wang took the phone call and came back in to say that something had happened and that a car from the bureau would come to pick him up later. After Director Wang left, we paid the bill and came out. Seeing that he had drunk quite a bit, we didn't dare let him go home by himself. We took him to his apartment building. When he got out of the car, he was unsteady on his feet. Because I felt that we owed him so much, and we always treated him like an elder and respected him very much, I didn't think much of it and helped him up the elevator."

"And then? Tell me, no matter what you did, I know you did it for this family." My wife stammered as I comforted her, "Then I went into his room." "You did it with him?" "Yes!" "You didn't refuse?" My wife closed her eyes and said, "After we went in, he didn't do anything to me. He said he wanted to get some fresh air, so we leaned against the windowsill, looking at the night view and chatting. I told him how grateful I was for his fatherly help and care over the years. He didn't say anything. A little while later, he brought me a glass, and after I took it, his hand seemed to unintentionally wrap around me." "You..." "Go on, I won't be angry. I want to know every detail." At this point, the wife turned her face away somewhat embarrassedly and continued, "I felt him hug me and then gently say to him, 'Please, please don't do this. My husband will be sad if he finds out.' He held me for a long time without saying anything, and then he gently said, 'I really like you. I don't want to hurt your husband, and I don't want to force you to do something you don't want to do.' Then, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck and face. Husband, please don't be angry. Over the years of our marriage, you know I've been a very dutiful woman." The wife explained. Although I felt a pang of jealousy at this moment, I couldn't deny that there was also some excitement in my heart as my wife recounted the story. I pulled my penis out of my wife's vagina, pressed myself against her, and thrust it back in. "Tell me, it's okay, what happened next?" I already knew very well what would happen next, but a strong desire compelled me to ask further. I slowly moved my penis in and out as I spoke to my wife. "I tried to break free from his embrace, but I felt powerless, letting him hold me from the side. Gradually, I noticed his breathing becoming more rapid, his embrace tighter and tighter. I could even feel his erection pressing against me. I felt uncomfortable and tried to turn away. But the instant I turned, he kissed my lips and sucked hard. My mind went blank. A long time passed before the cup in my hand fell to the ground. Then I came to my senses; his hands were already inside my clothes." My wife shyly twisted her lower body, already overflowing with memories. I pressed my hands against her breasts, thrusting violently for a while, then stopped. "Keep talking. I want to know everything that happened between you two." My wife remained silent. "Tell me? What's wrong?" I urged. "The rest is what happened. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Ouch..." "My wife's vagina twitched violently a few times, and I thrust into her again with all my might. She groaned loudly…

Back on the bed, I touched her breasts and said, 'Since it's already happened, I won't blame you for what you did with him. I just want to know if my dear wife felt the same way I did when she was having sex with other men?' After my repeated reassurances, my wife stretched out her body, nestled in my arms, and began to speak again: 'At that moment, I thought, since it's already like this, it's just a way of repaying him for all the help he's given us over the years.' I calmed down and said to him, 'Don't move yet, let me say something to you.' He stopped and looked at me, so I said, 'Our family is extremely grateful and respectful to you, and we don't know how to repay you. But this is the first and last time. Now, do whatever you want to me.' After hearing my words, his eyes reddened. He said he really liked me very much, otherwise he wouldn't have treated me like this. He also said that he had never been moved by such beautiful women, and that I was the only girl he had ever liked over the years. After hearing this, I don't know why, but I felt like crying too, so I said, 'I'll do it.'" "My wife suddenly fell silent. The house was so quiet except for the sound of the refrigerator. After a long while, I asked in a low voice, 'And then?' My wife sighed and continued, 'I made him let go of my hand and went to the bedroom. After drawing the curtains, I turned around to face him and unbuttoned my top, exposing my entire upper body except for my bra to his eyes.' My wife glanced at me and continued, 'After I threw my clothes on the floor, I went upstairs, closed my eyes, and whispered, "Now you can come.' At that moment, he said, 'I really don't want to hurt you. Put your clothes on and let's go!' I didn't expect him to say that to me. I was very surprised and stared at him with wide eyes. So we were stuck like that. Just as I was hesitating whether to put my clothes on and leave immediately, or... he suddenly pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard on the lips.' My wife glanced at me hesitantly again and continued, 'This time, while kissing me, he pushed open my bra with his hand and started to caress my breasts, and he also kissed them.'" Until I felt some pain and cried out, "Gently, you're hurting me!" My wife, at this point, gently said to me, "Honey, I don't want to talk about what happened next, okay?" I said, "I want to hear it." My wife adjusted her position, rubbed my penis with her hand, and said, "Okay." After he carried me to the bed, I said to him somewhat embarrassedly, "Can you turn off the light?" But he ignored what I said and immediately unbuttoned my pants, undressing me completely from the inside out. He spread my legs, buried his head between my thighs, and started sucking. His sucking made me feel lightheaded, and my legs involuntarily clamped around his head. I thought I shouldn't be in this position, especially in front of another man. But, honey, I couldn't help it. His kisses felt so good; his tongue was like a hook, probing inside me, teasing and sucking, as if he were pulling my heart out. In the middle of the kiss, he looked up and asked, "Is it good?" "Mmm," I answered him groggily. Under his sucking, I had another orgasm, and he swallowed all the fluid that came out. When he climbed on top of me and pressed me down to kiss my mouth, I said, "No! It's dirty!" But he laughed and said, "Dirty what? It's all your own," and then flicked my nose. I turned my face away in embarrassment. "Like I kiss you?" I asked sourly. My wife slapped my chest and said, "You wouldn't kiss me for that long."

At this point, my wife was completely relaxed, no longer tense or uneasy. "And then?" I asked. My wife grabbed my penis again and said, "He kissed my face, neck, and mouth. Then he put his penis to my lips and wanted me to kiss it too. I kept my mouth tightly closed, and he was wet, sticking to my lips. When he saw that I didn't agree, he kissed my genitals. I was almost out of breath from his kisses, so I had to open my mouth to breathe. He took this opportunity to put his penis in my mouth and made me lick it with my tongue." "Husband, I..." "It's okay, honey, keep going." I pressed my penis against her stomach, my voice trembling. "When he saw me kiss his penis, he cupped my face in his hands, kissed me on the lips first, and then said he wanted to leave his mark on me. He then sucked hard on my breasts. Look, this is it." As my wife spoke, she showed me a dark purple hickey below her left nipple. I touched it tenderly and asked her, "Does it hurt?" My wife hugged my head and said, "Silly boy, it doesn't hurt." I kissed the spot where my wife had the mark. My wife continued, "Later, he pinned me down. I don't know if he was nervous or hadn't had sex in a long time, but his penis kept pressing against my lower body for a long time without finding the right spot. I was too embarrassed to guide him in, and it hurt a little. I had to try my best to spread my legs wide. Finally, he managed to penetrate me." My wife said excitedly, "His penis is really thick, it filled me up completely." "My wife rested for a while, looked at my reaction, pinched my penis and said, 'You're really a pervert. You heard your wife having sex with someone else and you got this hard.' 'I don't know why, besides feeling a little jealous and uncomfortable, I also felt very excited.' I nudged my wife to continue. My wife then chuckled. I asked her what she was laughing at. 'Actually, he's quite interesting. I had just experienced that throbbing, comfortable feeling when he penetrated me when he ejaculated inside me, it was warm.' My wife buried her head in my chest shyly. After a while, she continued, 'Maybe it's because he hasn't been with a woman in a long time, he ejaculated as soon as he touched her. After he finished, he lay on top of me without moving. What he ejaculated slowly flowed out from my lower body. I pushed him away forcefully and went to the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw him still naked, leaning against the bed. Only then did I see clearly what was under his belly, the glans was thick and large, black, and not completely soft yet.'" He looked at me and said, "You're so beautiful!" It was the first time a man other than you had looked at me so naked, and I felt a little embarrassed, so I tried to get dressed quickly. As I turned to find my clothes, he came over, picked me up, and carried me back to the bed, saying I could lie down for a while before getting dressed. I tried to pull the blanket over myself, but he wouldn't let me. He held me close and kissed my lips, face, breasts, and genitals.

Hearing my wife say this, I couldn't hold back any longer. I parted her legs and thrust my penis into her body. As I thrust, I asked her, "And then?" My wife became aroused with my movements. I could feel the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, running down her perineum to her buttocks. She let out intoxicating moans, "Oh...ah..." Her full buttocks swayed wildly in rhythm with my thrusts, her beautiful face radiating a blissful glow of sexual pleasure. I couldn't resist reaching down to her anus and gently pinching it. She suddenly tensed, "Oh...it's coming." I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her again. For a while, my wife remained immersed in the excitement of sex, clinging to me and not letting me get off her. "Did he play with you again afterward?" I asked. My wife exhaled a long breath and said, "Oh...honey, that felt so good. I didn't expect him to get hard again right after he ejaculated, wanting to spread my legs and penetrate me again." My wife glanced at me and continued, "I didn't want to do it with him anymore, so I gently said to him, 'I'm tired, can I help you with my hand?' He nodded and let me sit on his stomach. I held his penis in my hand, it was so hard, almost as hard as yours just now." "What's his penis like?" I asked. "Not as long as yours, but his glans is especially big and thick, much thicker than yours," my wife said, squeezing my penis again. "While I was stroking his penis, he reached behind me and rubbed my breasts. I tried to make each stroke go from top to bottom, stimulating him as much as possible. Then, he pressed my head down, and I knew he wanted me to kiss his penis. To make him come sooner, I took out a wet wipe from my bag and wiped him, while stroking him with my hand and sucking on his glans, my tongue pressing against his urethra. I felt his legs straighten up a bit, and I knew he was probably close to climaxing, but as soon as I took my mouth away, his penis, throbbing in my hand, ejaculated again, covering my mouth, face, and chest. I never expected that a man in his fifties would still be so powerful." "

Did you have any more direct physical contact after that?" I asked, still concerned. "After he ejaculated, he seemed a bit tired. He held me and we lay down on the bed to rest for a while. I went to the bathroom again to prepare to go home. When I came out of the bathroom, he was already sitting up, watching my every move. I told him to turn his back so he wouldn't see me getting dressed. He stared at my breasts and said, 'Your breasts are so beautiful.' After seeing them that night, I even had a wet dream. These days, every time I close my eyes at night, their image appears in my mind, and I masturbate while thinking about your breasts. I felt my face burning after hearing that. What surprised me was that while he was talking, I saw his 'little devil' getting hard again." My wife leaned closer to me. "Just as I finished putting on my bra and was looking for my underwear, my phone rang. I didn't know whether to answer it or not, and while I was hesitating, he picked up my bag, found the phone, and while handing it to me, he grabbed my breast from behind, and that damn thing was still pressing against my butt. It's all because of your calls!" My

wife glared at me. "What's wrong?" I asked. "While I was on the phone with you, he took the opportunity to pull me onto his lap and sit on the edge of the bed. He unhooked my bra, sucked on my nipples, and then thrust his penis into me forcefully. I was on the phone with you, afraid you'd hear me if I resisted, and I was incredibly nervous. I couldn't scream; it felt like I was trapped in a sealed jar, suffocating me. And you were still rambling on the phone." At this moment, my wife squeezed my penis hard; it was hard again. "No wonder your voice sounded strange on the phone," I muttered to myself. "While I was on the phone with my husband, I was having sex with another man, and I felt an indescribable thrill. I could even clearly feel that I was leaking a lot of fluid, which flowed down my inner thighs and onto his legs. He kept sucking and teasing my hardened nipples. My body felt like it was floating in the air, so I had to tightly clamp my legs around his waist, my breasts pressed against his bare chest. After hanging up the phone, I screamed loudly in pleasure, and my throat still hurts a little from that scream. Later, when he ejaculated inside me again, I felt a burning dryness in my mouth, and I wanted to drink something. I subconsciously kissed his lips and sucked his saliva. It took a while for my heart to calm down. I haven't felt like this with you in so long..."

After a long while, the wife murmured and continued, "He slowly withdrew his penis from my body. I felt weak all over, and my lower body was sticky, and I couldn't tell if it was mine or his. He was gentle with me..." He said, "Thank you so much. You've made me feel young again." Later, with his help, I staggered into the bathroom for the third time. For some reason, I suddenly felt incredibly wronged. As soon as I went in, I pushed him out, locked the door, and cried in front of the mirror! He said a lot of things outside, but I couldn't hear what he said. After showering, I just dressed, grabbed my bag, and ran out. He chased after me, knocking on my car window, but I ignored him. I regretted everything I'd done tonight; I felt ashamed of my actions.

Looking at my wife, blushing deeply, her pretty face flushed to her ears, having just been with another man, an inexplicable urge surged within me. I moved her body and penetrated her. At that moment, I felt like I wasn't making love, but rather trying to reclaim what I had lost… When the sensation of ejaculation reached my glans, I stopped immediately, leaving my hard penis inside my wife's warm vagina. Then, continuing, my wife beneath me, under my thrusts, involuntarily parted her sensual lips, letting out stimulating moans. Her legs, controlled by my hands, involuntarily rose high, her body bouncing up and down with each thrust of my penis into her genitals… That night, neither of us spoke again.

I woke up the next day at noon, feeling utterly exhausted. Getting out of bed, my feet felt like they were walking on cotton. My wife was still fast asleep. Looking at her beautiful face, a sharp pain shot through me. For the sake of the family, my wife had repaid a heavy debt of gratitude. My wife awoke groggily, saw me watching her, and immediately covered her face with the blanket, embarrassed. After a while, she revealed her beautiful eyes. “Wake up, baby! It’s already noon.” With my tugging, my wife sat up, revealing her two exquisite breasts. I saw the purple marks he had left the night before. I asked my wife, "What are you going to do if he contacts you again?" My wife looked up, puzzled, and asked, "A next time? Aren't we even?" I felt a surge of satisfaction at her unwavering answer. Without thinking, I leaned down and kissed my beloved wife while caressing her breasts. "I want it again now," I said to her. "Hehe, now you know how to pamper your wife, huh? To be honest, I was worried last night that you wouldn't be able to handle it if you found out," my wife explained shyly. Since I had other things to do that day, I told my wife to rest at home after dinner and then I went out.

That evening, my wife prepared a delicious meal. Looking at my beautiful, mature wife, my appetite was whetted. After dinner, we went to bed early. "Husband, you haven't treated me like this in so long. I feel like I've found that feeling again from when we first got married," my wife murmured as my penis thrust into her. Although the pain in my heart lingered, I felt the same way. I concentrated all my resentment on my glans, thrusting hard into my wife's body. Soon, we both reached orgasm simultaneously. My wife and I lay flat on the bed. I stroked her, thinking about how she had been kissed and caressed by someone else the day before, and my penis became erect again. My wife knew what I was thinking and comforted me by caressing my chest, saying, "I'm not a virgin anymore. I gave you my first time. This was the only way, and besides, I didn't lose anything..." Hearing my wife's murmured words, I excitedly told her, "There can't be a next time." At the same time, I thrust my penis into her body again. While on top of my wife, I don't know what came to mind, but I suddenly asked her, "Is your old man's penis fun?" My wife seemed a little stunned for a moment, but then she understood what I meant: "Yes, it's fun. The glans is so big. When it goes inside me, it feels swollen, unlike yours. Yours can go in very deep, stimulating all my itchy spots. But this makes my vaginal opening feel full, rubbing against the entrance. Because it's not as long as yours, when it goes in, it seems like it's intentional, just a little bit short of my most sensitive spot. I try my best to raise my lower body, but I still can't reach it. It teases me so much that I can't stop, I have this feeling of wanting it all the time, and my vagina is constantly leaking fluid." "Anything else?" I asked while moving inside my wife. A kind of stimulation and excitement I had never experienced before was transmitted to my penis. My wife continued excitedly, "The fluid I was leaking was blocked inside by his penis, it was so tight and tingling, and with every thrust and pull, it felt like my bones were melting, I wanted to melt into him. Of course, yours is the most satisfying, husband..." Her voice was somewhat wanton and ambiguous, and she tried to arch her lower body so I could penetrate deeper. The bedroom was filled with her moans of excitement. When we reached another climax, we both stretched out, and I ejaculated all my semen deep inside her vagina. My wife remained motionless, enjoying the throbbing of my penis inside her. The sheets were covered with our love fluids and sweat. When we woke up groggily, it was already the next morning. For almost a week, my wife and I turned down all our evening engagements, and all we did was make love.

A week later, on Thursday at noon, I received a call from my wife in the office. She said he had just called, explaining that he hadn't contacted her mainly because he felt apologetic, and asked if I knew. She told me on the phone that she hadn't told him, fearing it would create unnecessary awkwardness if I saw him later. She also told me that he wanted to invite her to dinner the next evening, but she told him she didn't have time and suggested I go instead. She said she felt she had already expressed her gratitude and reciprocated, and didn't plan to spend any more time alone with him. That evening, after we were intimate in bed, I asked her, "You really don't want to go at all?" She blushed and muttered, "Pervert."

Looking at my wife lying naked in my arms, I caressed her breasts and said, "Honestly, our sex life has become rather bland and boring over the years. If it weren't for this unexpected stimulation, I wouldn't even remember when the last time we had such a passionate night together was." My wife looked up at me, seeing my seriousness, and admitted she felt the same way. My wife said, "I remember you haven't done it since I got pregnant. I've hinted at it several times, but you always said you were tired. Honey, you feel so good to me now." I asked her, "What about him? Would you still want to do it with him again?" My wife looked at me and said, "Tell me the truth?" I said, "Of course, the truth."

My wife said, "I've never imagined having sex with a man in his fifties like him. Frankly, I don't think he's a bad person. I've always liked him; he's like a father to me. You know, my father passed away when I was very young, and that's always been a regret in my heart. Afterwards, I thought about it. He's incredibly gentle with women when he needs to be, and when he needs to be, he's just as good as a young man. I feel very safe in his arms. To be honest, having sex with him feels pretty good too. If I were still single, I think I would."

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