Success Story: I Gave My Wife to Him

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We'd agreed to eat seafood at M's.
When I called M, he sounded very excited. He told me to come over early after work.
I told him to just make something simple and not make it too complicated.
M said he hadn't prepared anything special; it had been a long time since we'd all gotten together, and we wanted to relax.
My wife got off work at 3 pm and called me, so I told her to go directly to M's. Since it was just a simple meal, I hadn't made any other preparations, and I didn't think anything of it.
I got off work around 6 pm. I arrived at M's around 6:40 pm. Because we're quite familiar with each other, I didn't call; I just went straight to their house. I went upstairs to M's house, knocked on the door, but no one answered. I knocked again, and after about three or four minutes, M finally opened the door for me. M was wearing shorts and shirtless, as if it were quite hot inside. But when I went inside, it didn't feel that hot at all.
After changing my shoes, I went straight to the living room and saw my wife busy in the kitchen.
Where's Xiao Yang? Where did everyone go? I turned to M and asked him,
"Oh, I went to deliver seafood to my mother-in-law's house.
Where are the kids?" "
They went too. They're not coming back tonight; they insist on eating at Grandma's."
"Oh."
I went into the kitchen. "Wife, are you done?"
My wife had her back to me and didn't look at me, only saying casually that everything was steaming.
Just as I turned to leave, I noticed something was off about my wife. She was wearing a short skirt today, but no stockings. Her two thighs were completely exposed, which was very unusual. She had never dressed like this before. Thinking this, I walked back to her and casually touched her skirt. My wife didn't move. A premonition arose within me. I reached down the skirt to my wife's thighs. She wasn't wearing any underwear; it was completely bare! What was going on? My head buzzed. I immediately tensed up. I touched further inside. I touched my wife's vulva, and damn, it was all wet and slippery. I dug at it with my fingers; it was incredibly slippery. In an instant, I deflated like a punctured balloon. All interest vanished instantly. My mind was in turmoil, a jumble of emotions I couldn't quite describe. I couldn't curse, I couldn't hit—anger, shame, anxiety, resentment, regret—all intertwined, attacking my nerves. I was like a helpless lion, furious inside, my body trembling, my legs aching. Hesitantly, I turned and went to the bathroom.
I sat angrily on the toilet, not knowing who I was angry at, but I knew this was the outcome I wanted. And this was how I felt? I wanted it to happen. But when it happened, I regretted it. Utterly regretful. I wished it had never happened. But the fact was, it had.
My wife had been slept with.
Though I desperately didn't want to admit it, I had to. Scratching my head was useless, getting anxious and angry was pointless. On the other hand, I clearly told myself to calm down, to calm down. This was the game I chose to play, I knew this outcome from the beginning—wasn't this what I wanted? I tried to explain myself, to convince myself of my inner turmoil. What could I do now? What could I possibly do?
I stood up, sat down, sat down, stood up again on the toilet. My brain raced like lightning, repeatedly searching for answers, searching for clues. Slowly, I calmed down a little, trying to settle myself. How did they get together? Who initiated it? Was it M? Or my wife? Did my wife give me oral sex? Did M have sex with me? I knocked on the door for so long just now, were they having sex? Did my wife moan? Did M ejaculate inside me? These questions were all in my mind; I desperately needed answers. Scenes of them making love kept flashing before my eyes, fantasizing about their situation, which made me increasingly agitated, both angry and yearning. I didn't know what to do. The more agitated I became, the more I imagined. I thought about how my wife usually acted when we made love. How she was so wet when talking about M, like a bitch in heat. Looking at my wife just now, she wouldn't look at me, wouldn't meet my gaze. Was she shy? Or regretful? No, I need to see. I need to see how they're doing it. I need to ask my wife how she feels. I immediately wanted to leave, but then I felt it wasn't right. If I went out and questioned them, the situation would change, and my whole plan would be ruined—this was an idea I'd been plotting for so long.
But what I was struggling with was, what exactly happened? What was the scene like? Did they penetrate or not? Did my wife enjoy it? Did she feel good with M? These jumbled questions were swirling in my head, densely packed.
At times like this, attention is easily distracted. I'm only thinking about how to solve the mystery, how to get to the bottom of things. Nothing else matters. There's no anger anymore. My mind is filled with the image of my wife and M's bodies intertwined. I imagine how making love with my wife is different from making love with M. I think about her expression when she gave M oral sex last time. I imagine my woman being ravaged and abused by another man. I imagine my wife's face contorted with lust as she enjoys the stimulation. I'm rock hard.
I turned on the tap and washed my face. Looking at my flushed face and impatient reflection in the mirror, I told myself, just now, right under my nose, my wife cheated on me. What do I care now? My wife was fucked by someone else. Seeing her shy and delicate appearance, she must have enjoyed it; she was tempted. I thought my wife was reserved, but I didn't expect her to be easily taken by another man in just a few hours. How much she craved another man's penis.
I slapped my face hard, thinking, "Let's see how I deal with her!"
Coming out of the bathroom, I deliberately looked at M's face. M pretended nothing was wrong, playing on his phone, but he was nervously watching the bathroom. He definitely knew what I was doing. As soon as I came out, M stood up abruptly. Seeing me staring at him, he quickly avoided my gaze, his hand trembling, almost dropping his phone.

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