According to the voice recorder, my wife has finally returned to a normal life.

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The last few times we switched games, I couldn't get into it. Not for any particular reason, but I just felt uncomfortable. Maybe I'm just not suited for this game. But my wife seems really into it. I want to tell her to stop being so addicted, but I can't bring myself to say it. Last time, I bought a voice recorder and secretly put it in the hidden compartment of her handbag to see if she was secretly playing it behind my back.
The night before last, I took it out while my wife was cooking and put it in my pocket. That night, I made an excuse to sleep separately from her in the small bedroom, put on headphones, and watched to see if she'd been doing anything else behind my back.
I'll now present the contents of the voice recorder in transcribed form.
"Bang, bang, bang," came the knocking.
"Why are you so late? I've been waiting for ages, you little slut!" came a man's voice; let's call him A.
"My husband was home then, it wasn't convenient. He just went drinking with his colleagues," my wife replied.
"Then why did you dare come out? Aren't you afraid he'll be back soon?" A continued.
“It’s okay, he always comes back around 2 or 3 in the morning, drinking and singing. Don’t worry, it’s fine,” my wife said.
“What do those two do?” my wife asked again.
“They come specifically to fuck your cunt, are you satisfied?” said man A.
I didn’t hear anything else at this point. I was furious. What man wouldn’t feel good about this? “Sister- in-
law, I’ll put your bag on the table,” I heard another voice at this moment. Let’s call him man B for now. “Xiao Hu, pour your sister-in-law a glass of water,” said man A. “Coming , coming, hot water is here.” The voice was clearly different from the previous two. Let’s call him man C. “Don’t rush, you haven’t taken your clothes off yet,” my wife said anxiously. “Just pull your pants down halfway, just enough to see your cunt,” said man A. “Don’t do this, ahh ... "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," only faint sounds could be heard. "What...what are you doing? Is it gang rape...or rape?" the wife gasped. "Whatever you say, is it good?" said Man A. "Good...good...fuck you...you little slut...husband." the wife said urgently. You can imagine, at this moment a woman really has no bottom line, whoever can satisfy her is her husband, sigh... "Don't...shoot...inside, ah...ah...ah...ah..." the wife clearly cried out. "Brother, this little bitch is pretty tough." Man C said. "Uh...uh...uh...that's great, swallow it all." Man B said. It seems that the wife is now being fucked by Man A, giving oral sex to Man B, and Man C is watching. "You come, brother, fuck her well, fuck this bitch until she's soft," said Man A. "Tell this bitch to take off her clothes, it's not comfortable for me to fuck her with her clothes on." Man C said. “Don’t call me that, you bitch, I don’t like it,” my wife said. “If I don’t call you bitch, should I call you ‘Mom’? Haha.” A burst of male laughter. “Lie down on your back, spread your legs, and put your dick in yourself,” C said. “Mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…”, my wife slowly began to moan. “Lick it clean, quick, bitch,” A said. “You…can you…not call me…bitch…mmm…mmm…”, my wife said. “Eat it, you slut,” A said. The sound of slapping buttocks pierced my headphones, and my dick inexplicably hardened. “Bro, this bitch’s pussy is so smooth, so good, I don’t know how her husband fucks her, her pussy is so damn wet,” C said. “Don’t let that bastard fuck you again, you hear me, bitch,” A said. “Don’t…call…me…bitch,” my wife said urgently. “Okay, I won’t call you a bitch, I’ll tell that bastard to stop fucking you, you hear me?” A said hesitantly. “Um, I won’t call you…bastard fucking…me…” came his wife’s voice. “Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap” “Brother, uh…uh…uh…, brother, I can’t take it anymore.” C said. “Don’t…shoot…in…it,” his wife said weakly. “Hahahaha,” a group of men laughed. I was trembling with anger at this moment. I paused the recorder, got up and went to the master bedroom to check on my wife. She was sleeping soundly. I went back to the small bedroom and continued listening to the recorder’s contents. “It’s my turn. I haven’t fucked her yet. I’ll call her a sow.” B said. “Alright, you come from behind. Get up, sow, stick your ass out and let your brother fuck you from behind,” A ordered. “Don’t call me a sow or a bitch. I’m a human. If you keep shouting nonsense, I’m not playing anymore.” His wife was clearly angry. "Come on, stop pretending. Since you're here, are you some kind of saint? You're just a tool. Honestly, even a rubber doll would be more obedient than you," said Man B. "What do you mean?" his wife asked. Suddenly, there was silence. After about a minute, the sound returned. "Call me husband, did you hear me?" said Man A. "Slap slap slap slap slap slap," more slapping sounds. "Waaah...waaah...waaah..." It sounded like his wife crying. "This bitch is fucking wet. I've never seen such a beautiful cunt, it feels so good," said Man B. "Little slut, little bitch, little whore, little sow, hahahahaha," said Man A. Laughter from the men. "Brother, let me feel her mouth too," said Man C. "Come on, sow, give him a blowjob," said Man A. "Waaah...waaah...waaah," still the wife's faint sobs. "Brother, the sow peed. Hahahahaha," said Man B. "Quick, shoot it on her face, that's called fucking," said Man A. A few minutes later, A said, "Since you're here to have fun, just let loose. Don't think you're a human being. What are you pretending to be innocent for? You really think you're someone important. To be honest, I'm only playing with you because I'm giving you face. There are plenty of girls prettier than you. You're shameless." A cursed. "Brother, don't be like that," B said. "Shut up, don't say anything more." A cursed. "Don't fucking call me next time. I don't care about you. To be honest, once you leave this door, I won't even know who you are. I'd call you a sow and you wouldn't like it. I should call you a bucket." A continued cursing. "But you called me too, didn't you?" his wife said.

“You come out the moment I call? How can you be so cheap? You have to pay for a prostitute, you're not even as good as a prostitute. Only your bastard treats you with respect. You should look in the mirror, what a piece of shit you are,” A continued cursing.
A door slammed shut, followed by footsteps coming downstairs.
Hearing this, I turned off the recorder.
I got up and went to the master bedroom where my wife slept. I gently slipped my hand inside her panties and touched her vulva. It was wet. My wife seemed to sense me, suddenly turned around, hugged me tightly, and cried.
“Do you love me?” my wife asked.
“Of course I do,” I said firmly.
“Can we stop this swapping business?” she looked at me.
“Why?” I asked.
“No reason, I just don’t want to do it anymore,” my wife replied.
“If you love me, and there’s another woman outside right now, and you sleep with her, how would you feel about her?” my wife asked, nestled in my arms.
“Do you want me to tell the truth?” I asked.
“Yes, you have to tell the truth,” my wife said seriously.
“She’s not even as good as a prostitute; prostitutes cost money,” I said.
“Then why do men still sweet-talk her?” my wife asked again.
“If I don’t lie to her, will she come out? Sometimes she’s just a water bucket. You know what men call their mistresses?” I asked.
“What?” my wife asked curiously.
“A toilet, hehehehe.” I laughed.
“Honey, let’s live well from now on. Making love with you always feels good. We’re not allowed to mention changing partners anymore.” My wife glanced at me, then covered me with the blanket, buried her head under the covers, and started feeding me.
“Didn’t you say you didn’t like it?” I asked.
“Honey, I’m making an exception today because I suddenly realized that you’re the one who loves me the most.” My wife peeked her head
out from under the covers again. “You promise you won’t cheat on me?” I asked tentatively.
“I absolutely won’t cheat on you again.” My wife looked at me seriously, then buried her head under the covers again.
"It feels so good, ah... ah... ah," it's true, this was the first time my wife had given me oral sex. She let out a soft moan almost immediately, then quickly threw back the covers and went to the bathroom. It seems my wife really is allergic to oral sex.
That night, my wife served me with all her heart. She said, "She's my wife, she's better than a prostitute, right?"
Speaking of which, I want to remind everyone that if your wives are cheating or having affairs, frankly, they're not even as good as prostitutes. Conversely, women need to be aware that in the eyes of other men, they're just tools, free tools.
This might offend some people, but I think some will agree with my point of view.

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