The feeling of being cuckolded

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As a senior employee with a consistently good track record and decent performance, the boss made an exception and transferred me to a county-level city to develop a third-tier market. This left me depressed for days, barely able to speak. My colleagues felt sorry for me, which made me even more upset. I even prepared a resignation letter. Anyone who has worked in marketing knows that developing a third-tier market requires a huge investment of time and resources, and the consequences of failure are severe. At the company, I had reached the position of department head. Going to the third-tier market, although my position would be promoted to manager, would mean starting everything from scratch. My current network and resources would be useless, simply benefiting someone else.
The boss, being the boss, sensed my distress. That day, he called me into his office and said, "Young man, you need to be ambitious. The reason I transferred you to the third-tier market is a decision I made after careful analysis. You have drive and ability, and I believe you can do well. By the way, going to the third-tier market will increase your salary by 20%, plus subsidies. If it were me, I would go; after all, it's an opportunity. If you do well, you'll reap even more benefits..." Thinking about it, what the boss said made sense, and I abandoned the idea of resigning.
A few days later, I rented an apartment in a mid-range neighborhood in the small town and two office spaces in the city center. I hired a dozen or so employees, and the branch office was officially open.
I was busy for over 20 days. Finally, everything was sorted out, and although performance wasn't great yet, it was at least on the right track.
Life in the small town wasn't great. The days were relatively easy to pass; being busy helped fill the time. But the evenings were boring. Being unfamiliar with the area, besides surfing the internet and reading novels at my place, I couldn't find any entertainment to kill time. Or maybe there's something wrong with my lifestyle. I've never liked going to karaoke bars or pubs. So, whenever employees invited me to karaoke, I always refused.
The small town was rather chilly in winter, and on a weekend afternoon, I went out out of boredom. I planned to find a place to fix my increasingly long hair.
Walking along the streets, I noticed how narrow the town's streets were. However, the town's sex industry was quite developed. Rows of hair salons, groups of prostitutes, sitting or standing, all stared at the street, greeting any passing man with unusual enthusiasm. I didn't dare go in. It wasn't that I wasn't lustful, but I was new to the area and unfamiliar with everything. I was afraid that if I carelessly caused trouble, I'd be in real trouble. After walking through two or three streets, I still couldn't find a single decent barbershop. Frustrated, I waved and got into a pedicab. I asked the driver, "I need a haircut. Take me there!" The driver chuckled, "Brother, there are so many hair salons, aren't you going in?" I was exasperated: "I need a proper haircut, not some random place!" The driver laughed and replied, "Oh, you misunderstood. I know a hair salon with pretty good skills!" The tricycle wound its way back to the vicinity of my rented apartment. Just as I was about to ask, the driver said, "Look ahead, isn't that a hair salon?" I followed his gesture, and sure enough, right behind my apartment complex, a hair salon was clearly visible. I got off and walked over. The signboard was huge: Shunyi Hair Salon. It
was quite funny; the so-called hair salon had a storefront no more than 3 meters wide, though the decor was decent. Inside, the space was about 40 or 50 square meters. Four or five people were sitting there listlessly. A boy of about 17 or 18 smiled at me and said, "Welcome!" I smiled back in response. The boy asked, "Do you want a haircut or a shampoo?" I said, "Both!" The boy said, "Okay!" I said, "I want the best hairdresser in your shop to cut my hair!" The boy looked a little embarrassed: "The best hairdresser is our boss, but he's always busy and hasn't come today!"
I almost laughed, looking at the boy's strange expression. Then I asked, "Then who cuts hair better?"
"That would be the boss's wife, but she's not here either. She went to pick up her child and won't be back for about half an hour!" the boy said.
"Okay, I'll wait. Shampoo my hair first!"
"Okay."
The shampoo was slow, probably so I wouldn't get impatient. The shampoo was thorough, and the technique was very good. It felt quite comfortable.
"The boss's wife is back!" the boy told me.
I ignored him and continued to enjoy the boy massaging my head.
As I sat down, a slightly hoarse female voice said, "Sorry to keep you waiting!"
I replied, "It's alright, as long as the haircut is good, it's normal to be a little pretentious!"
"You're joking, not at all! My child went to math class today."
I looked at the proprietress through the mirror; she was probably around 30 years old, with burgundy hair. She had a pointed nose, long eyelashes, and light makeup. She looked a bit like the girl next door. She wore an apricot-colored fitted sweater, black skinny jeans, and black boots. She had a pretty good figure, curvaceous!
The proprietress seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze and asked, "I think this is your first time here? I've never seen you before!"
"Yes, I've only been here for about 20 days, and finding a hair salon is really difficult!" I replied.
"Yes, there aren't many hair salons here; I only know of three or four," she said.
"There are quite a few hair salons, but unfortunately, they don't cut hair!" I laughed.
"Have you been to any?" she asked curiously.
"Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run, right?" I laughed. "That's why I didn't go in!"
"Oh. What hairstyle are you going to get?" she asked.
"A buzz cut, I have a lot of dandruff, a buzz cut will keep me clean!"
"Aren't you afraid of the cold?" she asked.
"It's okay, I'm used to it, just go ahead and cut it!" I said.
Half an hour later, my hair was done, and it looked pretty good, at least I looked neater. "Thank you, ma'am, how much?" "You
're welcome, 15 yuan. If you think it's okay, feel free to come again!" she said with a smile.
"Okay!" I left.
- I'm a rather lazy person, especially in winter, I usually only shower once every 4 or 5 days. My hair is a problem, I have to wash it every day, what can I do when I have so much dandruff? Sigh. So, almost every day after lunch, I go to that ma'am's hair salon to wash my hair. Over time, I've become quite familiar with everyone at the hair salon. We often joke around with each other. The barbershop had six people: the owner (Brother Zhao – rarely seen, only seen twice), the owner's wife (Sister Tang), the boy (the owner's cousin – Zhao Xiaofei), three young women, and the owner's apprentice.
Spring arrived in the blink of an eye.
One afternoon in March, I went to get my hair washed again. From afar, I could see a large crowd gathered outside the shop. As I approached, I saw everyone talking and commotion. Suddenly, the door opened, and the owner stormed out, cursing. The owner's wife, disheveled, chased after him. The owner hailed a taxi and drove off. The owner's wife plopped down on the ground and began to cry loudly. The young women inside rushed out and dragged her back into the shop. I went in. Zhao Xiaofei hurriedly said, "Brother, you probably won't be able to get your hair washed today." I looked around the shop; two mirrors on the wall were broken, and the barber tools lay scattered on the floor. The chairs were leaning precariously. I asked, "What happened?"
Zhao Xiaofei, with a long face, said, "It's all my brother's fault! He lost money gambling and came to my sister-in-law for money. My sister-in-law wouldn't give it to him, so he hit her!" The three girls around him also chimed in, criticizing their boss. The landlady was still crying, but her voice had quieted down a bit. I went over to comfort her, "It's alright, the money's already lost, Sister Tang, crying won't help!"
"Sigh, my brother went too far today. He just took the rent my sister-in-law was going to pay today!" Zhao Xiaofei said. "6000 yuan! Three months' rent! He lost quite a bit last night..."
After hearing Zhao Xiaofei's words, Sister Tang cried even harder. "It's been so hard to run this shop, and making money is so difficult. He gambles every day, losing more than he wins. I finally managed to scrape together 6,000 yuan from my parents, and this afternoon the landlord came to collect the rent. What are we going to do now?"
I was speechless. I really didn't know how to comfort her. I silently helped them clean up the mess on the floor and then left.
After dinner that evening, I went for a walk. I passed by Sister Tang's hair salon. Looking through the glass door, it was very deserted. Only Sister Tang was inside. I pushed the door open and went in. Sister Tang didn't even look up and said, "Sorry, we're closed right now!"
I said, "I didn't come for a haircut, I just wanted to take a look!"
When Sister Tang saw it was me, she asked, "Is there something you need?"
"Nothing, just passing by. Did you feel better? By the way, how did you pay your rent?" I asked.
"Sigh, I haven't paid it yet. I told the landlord I'd pay in a few days. I don't have the money right now! It's all that damn thing's fault..." Sister Tang said helplessly.
I said, "Forget it, don't take it to heart. What's done is done, and cursing won't make up for the money Brother Zhao lost!"
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't been so stubborn back then, none of this would have happened!" Sister Tang said quietly.
I didn't say anything. She seemed to be talking to herself: "Back then, he came to our county and worked as an apprentice at a barbershop. That's where we met, and we started dating. He was my first love. My parents and relatives were all against it, but I naively thought that as long as there was love, everything was possible!"
"A typical case of 'love conquers all'!" I interjected.
“Yes, although he had nothing back then, I felt he had a real talent for hairdressing. He learned very quickly and became a master in just over three months. Then, he continued to work at his master's shop, and I went there to learn as well. Later, we got married, and then we had a child, who is now eight years old. After that, we raised money to open this shop. But in the last few months, he suddenly became addicted to gambling, losing more than he won, and he gambled away all of our meager savings. He doesn't care about the child anymore and doesn't come to the shop every day. Now business is much worse than before. A few days ago, I finally managed to borrow 5,000 yuan from my parents, plus 1,000 yuan that I had hidden away, enough to cover the rent, but today, he robbed me…” She became more and more agitated as she spoke, and sobs broke out again. All I could do was comfort her, "Try to cheer up, Sister Tang, everything will be alright, it's not a big deal. Things always work out!" I don't know if she heard me, but her crying did lessen...
I asked, "Have you eaten?"
She replied, "Not yet? I've been tidying up all afternoon, changing mirrors, how could I have time?"
"What about your child?"
"At my mother's house. I took him there. I didn't have time to cook for him!" She was very sad.
"Then let me treat you to dinner!" I said.
She closed the door, and we went into a small restaurant together.
After the meal, actually, she ate alone, and I watched from the side. She ate very little.
"Thank you!" she said.
"Don't mention it, a meal isn't worth much!" I laughed.
"It's not about the meal, it's about thanking you for listening to my silly complaints!"
"I love being a listener, because my only strength is listening to others!" I said with a smile.
"Do you like to sing?" she asked me.
"I like listening to songs, but I'm not very good at singing, and my voice is terrible!" I replied. "You like it? Then I'll treat you to karaoke!"
"No, thank you, it'll be too much of a waste of your money and time!" She seemed a little embarrassed.
"It's okay, I've never been to a karaoke room before, come on. Let me see your singing!" I said.
She didn't refuse anymore and led me to a karaoke bar that didn't look very big. The name of the karaoke bar was quite interesting: "No Way to Be Ambiguous. "
She asked for a small private room and ordered a dozen beers.
I asked, "Sister Tang, isn't it a bit cold with the beer now?"
"It's okay, my heart is already pretty cold! What's a little beer?" she said mournfully.
The song started, a very sad song. Her slightly hoarse voice, combined with the song, sounded quite charming. She kept singing and drinking. I listened the whole time, and occasionally she would urge me to sing, but I refused. I was afraid that my tone-deafness would discourage her from singing to relieve her sadness...
She sang like that for a long time without stopping. I looked at my watch, it was already past 1 a.m. She still showed no sign of stopping. She'd finished all the beer. I'd drunk two bottles of a dozen, but she'd downed nine, even breaking one. She was still perfectly sober; I admired her drinking capacity. Seriously, every time I accompany my boss to meet clients, I can only manage three or four bottles of beer. "Too weak a drinker," was my boss's assessment of me! I thought, if I had her capacity, my boss probably wouldn't have sent me here.
The karaoke stopped, and she looked at me and said, "I'm sorry you had to be a spectator! I feel much better now, thank you!"
I replied, "It's alright, as long as I feel better. Isn't the point of life to live well and have a good time?"
She smiled and said, "Let's go, you have to go to work tomorrow, I don't want to make you late!"
I replied, "No, I'm used to staying up late. I'm usually online around this time!"
She asked, "Online? Picking up girls?"
I replied, "Here? Are you kidding me? Picking up girls? No way! I just like reading novels!"
I called the karaoke bar owner to pay the bill. We walked out of the karaoke bar.
It had started to rain.
The March drizzle, like cow's hair or flower needles, pattered softly on my head. I gazed at the sky, somewhat lost in thought.
Suddenly, she asked, "How can I thank you? You spent the whole night with me, spending both money and time."
I didn't answer, still looking at the sky.
She hailed a taxi and pulled me in. I snapped out of my reverie and asked, "Where do you live? I'll take you home!"
"I'm going back to my shop!" she replied.
A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of her shop. We got out.
She stared at me intently, making me a little uneasy. I asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"I want to go to your place!" she said.
"This…this…" I didn't know what to say.
"You don't want to? Do you think I'm older than you?" she asked.
"No, I just didn't think of this…this…the problem is…" I stammered.
"If you really don't want to, then forget it. Just pretend I didn't say anything!" she said, a little annoyed.
When she got angry, I suddenly stopped stammering: "I'm willing, but I didn't expect it to be so soon!"
"Then let's go, you lead the way!" she said in a somewhat commanding tone.
Once inside the room, she looked around: "Not bad, quite tidy! I didn't realize a grown man like you could tidy up!"
"I prefer a quiet and clean environment! So, when I'm bored at night, I do some cleaning or something!" I replied.
"Is there coffee? I'd like some!" she asked.
"No, I don't like coffee, is tea okay?"
"Sure, I'm a little thirsty from drinking!" she said. "Where's the bathroom?"
I told her, then went to boil water to make tea.
She stayed in the bathroom for more than 10 minutes. I thought she probably drank too much.
The tea was ready, but she still hadn't come out. I went to call her; the bathroom door was ajar, and I could hear running water inside.
Just as I was about to call her, a smooth, wet hand pulled me inside. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and her lips pressed against mine. Steam rose from the air. My hands trembled as I slowly wrapped them around her waist, and she kissed me passionately. Her tongue swirled in and out of my mouth, while her hands didn't stop, unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time. After taking off my shirt, her hands continued downwards, starting to pull down my belt. The shower water had already soaked my entire body. I was also getting into the mood, and as she unbuckled my belt, I took off my pants. We were naked together!
She bit my ear, and I took her nipple into my mouth. Her breasts were a bit saggy and not very elastic, after all, she'd given birth. However, her nipples were still quite pale. Her breasts were probably a 34B. Not very big, just the right size to hold in one hand. She bit hard, making my earlobe hurt. I cried out. She ignored me, gripping my penis tightly. My penis was already hard. She lifted her left leg, leaning against the wall, murmuring, "I want it! I want it!" I held her left leg with one hand and used the other to thrust my penis into her vagina! Unfortunately, it didn't go in. Although her vagina was already very wet, I'd never done it standing before, so it was quite difficult. Three times in a row, and I still couldn't get in. She got impatient, grabbed my penis, aimed it at her vagina, and suddenly, it went in. I was excited, holding her waist tightly, moving in and out. She closed her eyes, her mouth tightly shut, her buttocks moving with the thrusting of my penis. After about 70 or 80 thrusts, I suddenly felt my penis being squeezed very comfortably in waves. Her hands tightened around my neck, and I knew I was about to climax. I quickened my pace. My mind went blank. I ejaculated inside her vagina. The simultaneous orgasms left us both feeling completely exhausted. I pulled out of her body and collapsed onto the floor. She slowly sat down against the wall as well.
Ten minutes later, we came out of the bathroom and lay on the bed.
She asked me, "You must think I'm a very promiscuous woman, right?" Before I could answer, she continued, "Do you believe it? This is the first time I've had sex with a man other than my husband!"
I laughed, "Does it matter whether I believe it or not?"
She said, "Really, I always hoped that I could grow old with him, and be loving forever! But I failed!"
I said, "Sigh, I never thought it would be like this!"
She asked, "Do you regret it? Regret having sex with a 32-year-old woman?"
I answered, "No, although you are the oldest woman I've ever had sex with. But I really don't regret it!"
She laughed, "Thank you, I haven't been this happy in a long time, and I haven't had sex in a long time, ever since he became obsessed..." "Playing cards!"
I replied, "I haven't done it in a long time either. Since I came here, I haven't done it with anyone!"
She said, "I'm staying here tonight, I'm not going back!"
I asked, "Aren't you afraid your husband will come looking for you?"
She replied, "He's never home. He doesn't care where I am or what I'm doing. He only cares about playing cards now!"
I said, "Oh, okay! I was just worried you'd get into trouble if you didn't go home. Since you don't, that's great!"
She smiled at me, "Are you full?"
I was surprised, "What do you mean?"
She was a little shy, "I still want more..."
I teased, "I thought I was a pervert, but it turns out you are!"
She blushed, didn't speak, her eyes full of expectation. I said, "I can't get hard right now, how about this, I'll kiss you, that can send you to heaven!"
After saying that, I put my head between her legs. She seemed to be startled and jumped off the bed to the floor. I was a little confused, "What are you doing? Why are you running away?"
"Nobody kisses that place! It's so dirty!" she replied.
"Tch! I've met a god! You've never even done oral sex?" I asked.
"No, he's never done it. Every time we have sex, he's so eager to just thrust in, ejaculate, and then go to sleep! How would I know anything about this?" She was a little embarrassed.
I said, "Come on, I guarantee you'll never forget it!"
I carried her to the bed, spread her legs, the bedroom light was bright, her pubic hair was sparse, only growing on her vulva, no hair at all below, the color was light, her labia majora were very small, almost unable to cover her labia minora. Her vaginal opening was already very wet, clear fluid flowed out, slowly flowing towards her perineum. I gently stroked her clitoris with my fingers, she trembled and her breathing became rapid. I stuck out the tip of my tongue and circled it around her clitoris, then took it into my mouth and continued to lick it with the tip of my tongue. My hands didn't stop either, I pinched her breasts and drew circles on her nipples! In less than five minutes, her hands gripped mine tightly, her hips undulated, and she began to moan. She had orgasmed. I continued to lick her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Finally, she stopped wriggling.
I moved away from between her legs and lay down beside her. Her eyes were closed, but her hands still gripped mine tightly. I asked in her ear, "How was it? Was it good?" She didn't speak, just nodded repeatedly. After a while, she rolled over and lay on top of me, asking, "How could you do this? It felt so good, I've never experienced an orgasm like this before! Aren't you afraid of getting dirty?"
I replied, "I learned from AV, but my technique isn't very good yet, and I was a little nervous. I didn't lick your vaginal opening with my tongue!"
She laughed, "Thank you for letting me experience a different kind of life!"
After saying that, she started kissing me incessantly, from my forehead, ears, neck, nipples, lower abdomen, thighs, and finally my penis. However, perhaps because she had never done oral sex before, sucking my penis didn't feel comfortable; her teeth made it a little sore. I made her get off, and looking down, I saw her penis was torn. She was a little embarrassed and apologized repeatedly. I stopped her. She asked, "Do you still want to do it?"
I said of course, and I pressed myself against her and entered her. Her hands kept stroking my back and buttocks, and her vagina tightened and loosened around my penis. This time, it lasted much longer than the first time. It lasted about 40 minutes. Finally, I ejaculated.
Then, we hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, she was gone. There was a note on her desk: "Sleep well, I'm going to open the shop now. I'll come again..." There was also a faint lipstick mark on the paper.
I smiled; it felt so good.
I still went to her shop to get my hair washed every day, still paid the bill, and we still made love at my place every few days.
Her husband was still addicted to gambling. Every time I saw her husband at the hair salon, I would think for a long time. The feeling of being cheated on is hard to describe.
Friends who are married, please pay close attention to your wives, otherwise you might find yourself being given an environmental hat without even knowing it!

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