My benefactor slept with my wife

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Even though two years have passed, I still feel a pang of indescribable sorrow when I see my wife's tenderness.
My wife and I both graduated from the Computer Science Department of Harbin Institute of Technology, but my wife was my junior, two years after me.
We met at a dance. My wife is fair-skinned and tall, like most girls in Harbin; they all look very upright and have great figures when they're young. While my wife wouldn't call herself a celestial beauty, she is very slender and exudes a uniquely feminine gentleness.
After graduating from university, I stayed in Harbin because of my wife, and I didn't plan to return to Wenzhou, Zhejiang. But in my heart, I often missed my hometown. We got married the year after my wife graduated from university. I worked in a government agency in the city, and my wife was assigned to the Exit-Entry Administration Department of the Public Security Bureau.
Four years after my marriage, I met the deputy director of a bureau in my hometown of Wenzhou at a national conference. I called him Director Zhang. Meeting someone from my hometown so far away felt really heartwarming. During our casual conversation, Director Zhang learned how much I missed my hometown and offered to help me find a job in Wenzhou. At the time, I didn't think much of it; I was just touched to have met such a kind person, so I invited him home. My wife cooked, and we had a nice meal together. When he was a little tipsy, he said my wife was so beautiful, and that girls from the North were wonderful!
Perhaps it was fate, but in the next six months, he helped me find a job in Wenzhou, in Director Zhang's bureau. My wife also went to the public security system, the only difference being that she went to the border defense bureau. For those of us who were transferred back from other places, this was considered a very good job.
After my wife and I returned to work in Wenzhou, we learned that Director Zhang had just turned fifty this year and hadn't remarried after his wife passed away. Three years passed by in this way, without us even realizing it. During these years, Director Zhang rose from deputy director to director. Thanks to his help, as a talent-recruiting cadre, I quickly became a division-level cadre in my unit. My wife, with the support of Director Zhang's friends, also became a key member of the border defense bureau. Since she had previously worked in a similar field, in the three years since I returned to Wenzhou, she had also become a cadre in charge of a specific area in her unit.
What was once a harmonious period gradually changed because of one incident. It started like this: It was a summer evening, a weekend, near the end of the workday. I went to Director Zhang's place to report on my work. After we finished discussing things, I invited him to my home for dinner. Because I'm usually very busy with work, and I hadn't had the chance to treat him to a meal since he'd moved to a new place with my help, Director Zhang readily agreed. Knowing I had plenty of food at home, and that drinking with Director Zhang usually didn't involve much food, I bought some vegetables on the way home and went with him.
When Director Zhang and I got home, my wife was already there. Since it was summer, she was only wearing panties and a tank top, without a bra. When she opened the door, Director Zhang was stunned. For a moment, we were all quite embarrassed. After a while, my wife scolded me for not saying hello, then turned and went into the inner room. I saw Director Zhang still staring at my wife's slender back, lost in thought. At my call, he finally snapped out of it and slowly followed me into the living room.
When my wife came out of the inner room again, she was already dressed, her face flushed, and she didn't dare to look at Director Zhang. I felt that Director Zhang was the same. After a while, we all relaxed. My wife pinched me in the kitchen, asking why I hadn't greeted her. I joked, "Anyway, Director Zhang is an experienced man, it doesn't matter if he's exposed a little..." Before long, since it was all seafood, the dishes were ready, and the three of us sat together, eating and chatting. Director Zhang said that there might be some personnel changes in the bureau soon. He would be transferred to another bureau to take on a leadership role, and after he left, he would only promote one person from the department to be the assistant director. He had already recommended me to the bureau and the municipal organization department.
My wife and I were very excited when we heard this. We had achieved so much in just a few years since we arrived in Wenzhou, all thanks to Director Zhang's help. So my wife and I went back and forth toasting him. After a while, Director Zhang seemed a little drunk, and his body kept leaning towards my wife unconsciously.
At the time, I assumed Director Zhang was just drunk and didn't pay much attention to what he did, especially since I was also quite drunk. I noticed his wife, sitting next to him, seemed a little uneasy, but I didn't think much of it. Then, my wife asked me to go to the kitchen to get Director Zhang some water. As soon as I entered the kitchen, my wife followed me in, saying that Director Zhang must have been drunk today because he touched her.
I thought it couldn't be, because we'd known our leader for three years, and he'd never done anything impolite. I told my wife, "He must have had too much to drink. It's alright to take care of him." After I said that, I noticed my wife's face was very red. Seeing how drunk I was, she didn't say anything more. When we sat down together again, I toasted Director Zhang, and my wife kept giving me the cold shoulder. I thought it was nothing, and my heart was filled with gratitude towards Director Zhang.
Just then, I accidentally dropped my chopsticks. As I bent down to pick them up, I suddenly sobered up under the table. I saw Director Zhang's hand under the table, moving back and forth on my wife's thigh. My wife seemed to be resisting and squirming. She was doing her best to prevent Director Zhang from reaching under her skirt. I was completely stunned. How could Director Zhang do this?
In my excitement, I jerked my head up so high that I bumped the table. My movement brought Director Zhang to his senses, and he removed his hand from my wife's thigh. I saw my wife quickly get up and go to the bathroom.
Because Director Zhang had done such a great favor for our family after we'd been drinking, I didn't take it too seriously, even though I felt uncomfortable. We continued drinking for a while longer, and then I saw Director Zhang downstairs.
After we went downstairs, Director Zhang seemed to have sobered up a lot and asked me, "I drank too much today. Did I lose my composure just now?" Of course, I said, "No! No!" Director Zhang didn't seem to want me to take him home. Instead, he dragged me to a very high-end coffee shop, saying that he wanted to chat and sober up.
After Director Zhang and I sat down, he treated me like a friend and began to speak about things he had kept hidden for a long time. He said that the reason he hadn't remarried all these years was because he hadn't met a woman as good as my wife. He said that my wife was truly beautiful in his eyes, and that he had already spoken to his classmates in the Public Security Bureau, planning to have her transferred to the bureau for further development after a while.
At that moment, I didn't know what to say to Director Zhang. He was someone I respected who had helped us so much; we could give him anything except our wives. But that's where the problem lay.
That night, he spoke many words of praise to my wife, seemingly in a state of semi-drunkenness.
On my way home, I was completely sober, and despite the hot summer, I felt incredibly cold.
When I got home, my wife asked me with concern, but I didn't say anything and went to bed.
Several days later, while lying in bed with my wife after making love, I told her, "Perhaps our benefactor has taken a liking to you." My wife was stunned for a moment, speechless, before finally saying, "No way!" Time passed, and the family rarely talked about Director Zhang anymore. Even at work, I tried to avoid Director Zhang's office, especially since he was leaving. Following Director Zhang's instructions, the organization department conducted a comprehensive evaluation of me, going to the grassroots level to understand my work and character.
One day, I received a call from Director Zhang in my office, asking me to come over immediately.
As soon as I entered Director Zhang's office, he greeted me with a smile and said that I had passed the organization department's assessment and that the appointment letter would be issued in the next couple of days. Although I expressed my gratitude as always, I felt no excitement whatsoever.
When I got home that evening, my wife saw my gloomy face and assumed I'd had something unpleasant happen at work. It wasn't until we were lying in bed that night, caressing my wife's ample breasts, that I slowly told her:
"Director Zhang told me today that my appointment as assistant director has been approved." My wife said happily, "Now you're a bureau-level cadre! We should find a way to properly thank Director Zhang for taking care of our family all these years!" "How can we thank him? Director Zhang lacks nothing, and he's helped us so much in the past, we've never given him anything substantial." Actually, as I said this to my wife, a bad feeling flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but hug her tightly.
"What's wrong with you today? You're acting strange," my wife asked me gently.
So I blurted out what I'd been holding back for so long: "Every time I see the way Director Zhang looks at you, isn't it obvious? He's just too embarrassed to say it. Especially that day at our house, he touched your thigh right in front of me. If it were anyone else, I would have killed him already!" My wife was stunned by my words. She removed her thigh from my stomach and remained silent. The two of us lay on the bed in silence for a long time.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked my wife softly, gently caressing her breasts.
“If that’s really the case, either we go back to the Northeast, or… or I should just go see Director Zhang and see if he’s really what we think he is. If we stay in Wenzhou and ruin our relationship with Director Zhang, it won’t be good for us in the future. Besides, apart from this lately, he’s really been good to us!” My wife said, looking at me.
"You mean, if Director Zhang really has feelings for you, you'd sacrifice yourself for him?" I asked my wife uncomfortably.
"Then tell me, is there a better way now? You know I'm not that kind of person, but it's never good to owe someone too much. If you can balance your mindset, I can go to him once. It's better to end it quickly than to suffer for a long time. Besides, you know how much I love you. But what if the plan isn't what you imagine?" The wife said a lot more in one breath.
Northern women are straightforward. After spending a few years in Wenzhou, they started treating personal relationships like a transaction.
This might be related to the work my wife has always done. But this time, it was my dear wife who sacrificed herself; how can I possibly bear it?
In my excitement, I roughly parted my wife's long, slender legs and thrust inside her. As if sensing my desire, she spread her legs wide to accommodate my frenzied thrusting. Soon after, I ejaculated inside her, turned over, and went to sleep, ignoring her.
A moment later, I occasionally heard my wife sobbing. I still ignored her; I was still angry and upset about what she had just said to me. But I couldn't find a better solution; the debts I owed seemed to weigh heavier and heavier on my shoulders.

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