Spying on his wife's infidelity

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I am a 41-year-old middle school teacher, teaching English at a certain middle school. My wife is 36 years old and works as a workshop supervisor in a stocking and knitting factory. Our income is relatively stable, and with our daughter studying away from home, we have a lot less to worry about.
I've entered middle age, and as people age, their physical strength isn't as good as it used to be. Coupled with a busy work schedule, my sex life with my wife isn't very harmonious. My wife is in the prime of her life, and sometimes I can't meet her demands. Although she doesn't blame me, I still understand that she's a little dissatisfied.
One day, a friend came to visit. Old friends always share drinks when they meet. I asked my wife to cook, and then I chatted enthusiastically with my friend. My friend is a driver for a company owner and used to be an electrical repairman. Our washing machine happened to break down, so we asked him to fix it. It was a hot day, so we were all wearing light clothing, and he was lying on the floor, looking up, to fix the machine. When my wife brought the food over, I noticed her eyes glancing at my friend's crotch. My heart skipped a beat. Was I being too sensitive? But when my wife put the food on the table and went back to the kitchen, I saw her glance at him again. This made me suspicious, but I couldn't prove anything, so I let it go.
At the dinner table, my wife, my old friend, and I were chatting, drinking, and eating, having a great time. After a few drinks, I started to feel dizzy. This damn alcohol! I haven't had any in a while and I'm already drunk. I told my wife to continue eating with my friend while I half-slumped on the table to rest. I don't know how much time passed before I opened my sleepy eyes and saw my wife's beautiful legs and my friend's feet provocatively teasing me. I imagined their expressions at the table and suddenly looked up, ready to lash out. But when I saw their panicked expressions, I thought that if I acted now, none of us would be able to save face. So I pretended to go to the bathroom. I staggered into the bathroom (I wasn't actually that drunk) and left the door ajar to see what they would do.
For a long time, nothing happened; they were both eating with their heads down. Perhaps because I'd been in the bathroom too long, my wife asked, "Are you done yet?" I thought I'd better wait and see what happens, so I pretended to be in the bathroom and replied, "My stomach hurts. You guys eat first; I'll be out in a while." Then I quietly hid behind the door crack and watched them. Sure enough, just as I expected, my friend's lewd hands were quietly violating my wife's genitals. I saw him looking at my wife's flushed face, slowly pulling down her white stockings, about to violate her sensitive area, when my wife quietly stopped him, shaking her hand as if to signal him something. Nothing else happened, and I came out. Although we continued chatting and drinking, I was holding back a lot of anger, but I couldn't let it out.
After my old friend left, I didn't get angry with my wife, but I didn't pretend to be happy either. My wife unbuttoned my shirt and slowly took off my underwear, wanting to make love to me. But when I thought about what had just happened, I was both excited and aroused. I don't know why, but I felt a kind of thrill. However, my morality still suppressed me, making it impossible for me to be interested in my wife's behavior.
A few days later, the school organized a business trip for me to a school in another province. I thought, "Great! Leaving my wife behind for a few days on business, isn't that giving her a chance to cheat on me?" I returned home dejectedly. My wife asked me what was wrong, and I told her that the school had sent me to a school in another city for a few days. My wife said it was a good opportunity, a chance to "train" myself. But I could see a gleam in her eyes, a kind of lewdness almost overflowing. Was it really unavoidable?
The next day, I explained the situation to the school leaders and fabricated a story so that another teacher could go to the school in XX city in my place. However, I didn't tell my wife that I wasn't going because I wanted to see what she would do in the next few days.
A few days later was my first day of "business trip". I returned home intending to say "goodbye" to my wife, but she wasn't home. Suddenly, an exciting idea popped into my head: the space on top of the cabinet in our house was large and well-ventilated. Why not hide on top of it and spy on everything that happened in the room? It was no different from installing a camera. Thinking about it, I decided to give it a try. I didn't know how amazing it would be. Hiding on top, outsiders couldn't see me, but those inside could see very clearly. So I was determined to know everything that would happen in the next few days.
Who would have thought that the very first day would leave me so pent up? My wife was either sleeping or playing on her phone and watching TV in the room, dressed very provocatively. It was the first time I'd ever spied on my wife like this—white sheer stockings, pink panties, and a loose top that couldn't hide her ample breasts. My penis was hard all day. To be honest, in all our years of marriage, this was the day I was most sexually aroused; I really wanted to get down and have sex with her. But remembering my mission, I held back.
The next day, when I woke up in the closet, I was surprised to find that my old friend had arrived. My wife had bought a lot of groceries, as if it were a grand affair. For most of the day, I only saw them chatting happily on the sofa. Occasionally, my wife would put her hand on her friend's shoulder to read his text messages. Damn it, I felt uncomfortable seeing that. Every now and then, my friend would touch my wife's butt, and she didn't resist.
The whole thing was just flirting. Just as I was starting to feel sleepy again, I saw a scene that excited me: my wife slowly brought her lips to my friend's, and then they kissed quietly, sucking on each other's tongues. My friend's hands were kneading my wife's breasts, slowly pulling down her bra, revealing her full breasts. Then he lowered his head and began sucking on her nipples. My wife let out a soft moan, and I saw her... Her expression was one of wanton excitement. After I left on my business trip, it seemed that her desires were completely unleashed in the affair. My wife's hand unconsciously reached for her old friend's crotch, fumbling around in a daze for the zipper that prevented the sin from leaping out. She slowly unzipped it, put her hand into the hole, and stirred inside. She pulled out a very thick penis, which had become so large because of my wife's caresses.
It was even a little bigger than mine. My old friend's hands were no longer at rest; he pulled up my wife's skirt, revealing her white panties, which were soaking wet. My wife always said that her vagina was dry when we made love, and that it hurt when we did it. At this moment, her vagina must be very slippery, because she would let other men's big penises penetrate her, right? My penis became erect with excitement, and at this moment I really wanted to run out and have sex with this slutty wife with my old friend.
My friend carried my wife to the bed, and the two of them frantically tore at each other's clothes. My friend quickly pulled down my wife's panties, then pulled his own pants down as far as they could go. My wife hurriedly pulled open the clothes covering her breasts, one hand holding my friend's thick penis, rubbing it against her vaginal opening for a while, then lifting her beautiful buttocks and slowly inserting his penis into her vagina. At that moment, my friend and my wife both groaned "Mmm," as if their long-dormant desires were being eagerly satisfied. My wife tightly hugged my friend's waist, letting his penis remain inside her vagina.
And I, hiding in the closet, my underwear soaked with precum from my glans, held my breath, slowly pulled down my underwear, gripped my penis, and watched my cheating wife and old friend masturbate. After a long while, they finally snapped out of their passionate kiss. My wife, flushed and panting, softly called out, "Go ahead, do it, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable."
My old friend slowly moved his hips, thrusting his penis in and out of my wife's vagina. With each thrust, she would moan passionately, something I had never experienced with my wife in over ten years of making love. Her excitement and arousal had never been like this before. The affair truly brought my wife immense satisfaction. As he thrust, my friend asked her, "Your husband isn't as good as me, is he?" My wife, lost in her own world, replied, "He hasn't done it with me in a long time, and he's not as good as you. I love the feeling of you inside me, it's so great, so really great. I only now realize how exciting an affair is. My pussy feels so itchy. Do it, I feel so good!!!" Hearing this, my friend became even more vigorous. My wife was truly wanton; such provocative words would make anyone want to fuck her hard.
My friend began thrusting quickly and powerfully, and my wife responded to his thrusts. The forceful "slap slap" sounds of her hips against each other excited me immensely. I felt a suffocating sensation in my mind, a mixture of infidelity towards my wife, the heartlessness of my friend, and this peculiar feeling of being spied on, all intensifying my pleasure. My wife cried out passionately, my friend continued thrusting, and I masturbated like a piston, creating a beautiful symphony. Suddenly, my wife arched her back to its highest point, allowing my friend's penis to relentlessly penetrate her. Her previously unrestrained moans ceased at that moment. In five or six seconds, her beautiful buttocks slumped weakly onto the soft bed, and she slowly breathed heavily. I knew my wife had reached her climax; it was the first time I had ever seen her so frenzied. Having witnessed the orgasm someone else brought to his wife, my friend's energy was still going strong. He continued thrusting relentlessly inside his already climaxing wife, moaning intermittently. He shouted, "I'm coming, I'm almost there!" His wife immediately arched her hips to meet his powerful thrusts, echoing, "Come on, shoot, shoot it all inside me, I want it all!!" His body convulsed several times, ejaculating his semen into his wife's vagina. His wife gripped his hips without resistance, taking it all without missing a drop.
Afterwards, my wife went out, my old friend left, and I came out too. I stood there, unwilling to leave. If my wife knew I hadn't left, so be it. That scene, that feeling of excitement and humiliation, kept replaying in my mind. If it weren't for what happened later, I probably wouldn't have divorced her, and perhaps I wouldn't have written all of this down. This is a true story that happened to me. Although I've remarried now, I wrote it all down out of revenge.
Later, my wife didn't realize that I hadn't gone on a business trip because I had returned to the teachers' dormitory at the school and slept there for a few days. When I got home, I didn't mention it, and my wife was very concerned about me, asking all sorts of questions.
A few days later, my old friend actually came again. He even had the audacity to come again. Just thinking about how he ejaculated all his semen inside my wife makes me feel disgusted!
But I calmly chatted with them. Damn, this guy wanted to have dinner too, and he bought several bottles of alcohol—one bottle of baijiu and a dozen bottles of huangjiu and beer. Looks like he was trying to get me drunk? I thought to myself, since you want to do this, I'll play along. Sure enough, my wife and her friend calmly offered me drinks. After two glasses of baijiu, I deliberately pretended to be unconscious, saying, "I really can't take it anymore. Honey, you drink with him. Help me to the room first, I need to lie down for a while." My wife helped me into the room, covered me with a blanket, and then closed the door and went back to the living room. I couldn't be more sober at that moment. Seeking that kind of excitement, I got out of bed and quietly opened a crack in the door, and saw that the two scoundrels starting their lewd act again. However, this time his wife said, "After he falls asleep, we'll sleep next to him and do it right next to him. That'll be more exciting." His old friend chimed in.
I cursed inwardly: Damn it, how could I have married such an incredibly slutty wife?
So I pretended to be asleep. After a while, I don't know who opened the door first, but the two of them tiptoed in. My friend asked softly, "He won't wake up, will he?" My wife replied, "No, he always sleeps very soundly when he's drunk." Although they were speaking very quietly, I heard everything. My wife whispered in my ear, "Honey, are you asleep?" I remained silent, pretending to be fast asleep. A short while later, seeing my lack of response, my friend pulled my wife into a passionate embrace and began kissing her wildly. My wife, panting heavily, caressed him vigorously, then slowly fell down beside me, seemingly unafraid of waking me. I was furious. Such a bold act—would I still want this wife? My friend pulled down my wife's panties in one swift motion, and my wife pulled down his pants as well. She grasped his penis and rubbed it until it slowly grew erect, then guided it to her vaginal opening, softly asking, "Is it exciting?"
"Right here next to my husband, I want your penis, fuck me!!!" My friend eagerly thrust his penis into my wife's vagina. The sounds of flesh joining together and the mingling of her fluids were right beside me, and I could hear them clearly. My wife's slightly drunken panting and extremely soft "ah" sounds were accompanied by my friend's thrusting, which made the whole bed rise and fall rhythmically.
It was going too far, far too much. I felt an unbearable urge, yet I tried my best to suppress it, and my little brother began to swell. They intensified their actions, the rhythmic thuds of their bodies colliding, their unrestrained intercourse lasting fifteen minutes right beside me. My wife's breathing grew heavier, and she began to whisper, "Don't stop, don't stop, I'm about to come, I want it, give it to me!!" My boyfriend continued thrusting, the pleasure growing stronger, even to the point of ecstatic moaning. Suddenly, I had a mischievous urge; I wanted to roar in that moment, to crush them, to terrify them, so that I could find some balance!
My wife's hips rose higher and higher, and my friend whispered, "I'm coming!!" I thought this was the moment, so I suddenly stood up and glared at them: "Enough?!" My wife's face was flushed, her eyes looking at me with watery eyes, and my friend's eyes were also fixed on me, but they showed no sign of stopping. Instead, they became more and more intense. My friend suddenly grabbed my wife's breasts, and they kissed passionately at the same time. Under my glare, they both convulsed violently. My friend finally thrust a few more times and ejaculated his thick semen into my wife's vagina. They had reached orgasm at the same time and completed the entire affair in front of me without any shame. Perhaps it was that kind of intoxicating orgasm that made it so hard to stop.
I don't blame them. To be honest, it excited me, but I won't want this woman anymore. I chose to get a divorce.
To commemorate this special experience, I wrote it down.

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