The years after my divorce from my wife (continued, part 4)

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A week after that night, I was at home when my ex-girlfriend suddenly showed up. We'd broken up almost a year ago, but we'd kept in touch. She was a tough, aloof person. She used to be a client of mine in a city a thousand miles away. That night, we had dinner, had sex, and afterwards I went to take a shower. She told me she was just there on a business trip and would be leaving in a few days. I had no intention of getting back together, and neither did she. She had a boyfriend and was planning to get married. When I came out, I saw she had just hung up on me. I was a little annoyed and asked her why she answered my call. She said, with a deliberately sarcastic tone, "Just kidding, a beautiful voice called." I asked her what the other person said. She said they asked if I was there. I said I was taking a shower. They asked who it was. I said I was your wife, and she hung up without saying anything. I picked up my phone and looked at it; it was my ex-wife calling. I quickly called back, but my ex-wife didn't answer. I called twice, but my ex-girlfriend was already asleep. For the next two months, I was quite busy, working on a big project at work, and didn't have time to follow up with my ex-wife. I didn't even visit the child, just called to say hello and occasionally checked the video surveillance. My ex-wife and her boyfriend didn't appear on the surveillance footage. Maybe they came over when I wasn't looking. The house was empty before. I focused on the project, which was very successful. I was happy to receive a large commission after the follow-up was completed. The first person I thought of was my ex-wife, so I sent her a message to invite her and the child to meet me. Two days passed and my ex-wife didn't reply. I called her and hung up. On the third day, my ex-wife replied, saying that the child was at her mother's house and she had something to do so she couldn't go. I picked up the child and spent a few days with her. It was only through the child that I learned about my ex-wife. He'd only come home twice in the past two months. Once, I woke up in the middle of the night to find my ex-wife crying softly. I felt terrible and surprised; I'd always thought she and he were happy. I subtly inquired and learned that they'd been having problems. Her boyfriend's mother was insisting he break up with her, forbidding him from marrying a divorced woman with a child. She wanted him to marry a woman from his hometown through a blind date, and he'd already gone on two. He'd kept it a secret from his ex-wife, but she found out anyway. They argued, and my gentle ex-wife got scolded by his mother. He didn't seem inclined to explain. My ex-wife was heartbroken and went out of town for a few days to clear her head. When she returned, she clung to him for over three months, but they still broke up. Her boyfriend went back to his hometown a week later, presumably to prepare for the wedding. My ex-wife was devastated. Their year-long relationship ended there. I originally wanted to meet up with my ex-wife for a meal to comfort her, but the follow-up work on the project kept me busy for the next three months. My ex-wife called me to arrange to meet, but I was always busy, and maybe my tone wasn't very nice, which made her a little angry. She stopped replying to my messages after that. After being busy for three months, I went to my ex-wife's company to wait for her to get off work. When she came out, it was already past 8 pm. I was about to go up and say hello when she hailed a taxi, got in, and drove away. I followed her. My ex-wife went back to our old home. I turned on the security camera and watched her go into the bedroom, take some clothes, and shower. About an hour and a half later, she came out with heavy makeup, wearing a miniskirt, low-cut top, tank top, eyeshadow, and lipstick—dressed very flamboyantly. After she came out, she got into a taxi and left. I followed her all the way. My ex-wife arrived at a bar street and went into a bar. I also found a place to park and went in. I put on sunglasses and a hat. I looked around and saw my ex-wife sitting in the middle of the hall, drinking. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink, just watching her from a distance. After sitting for about an hour, four men had approached my ex-wife. Three refused and left, but one sat down and the two of them started chatting. My ex-wife drank almost a bottle of red wine, but she didn't seem very drunk. One of the men offered her a cigarette, but she waved it off and took one out of her bag. The man handed her a light, and she lit it and started smoking. The two of them were talking and laughing. The bartender next to me leaned over and said, "The boss is looking at a beautiful woman." I paused, took a sip of my drink, and nodded. The bartender grinned and said, "Look at that pretty girl." I nodded, glancing at my ex-wife. The bartender chuckled and said, "That girl's been a regular here for the past month. She comes almost four or five days a week." I asked softly, "She's very pretty. A lot of people hit on her." The bartender grinned and said, "Yeah, a pretty young woman. But she's hard to get a date with. When I try to talk to her, she ignores me. Maybe I'm not handsome enough." I asked again, "Have you managed to get a date with her?" The bartender shrugged and said, "Anyway, I know that in the month she's been here, I don't know if it's been a hundred or so people hitting on her, but definitely at least fifty. She only goes with five or six, no more than ten. That's not many. You know, this bar is all about one-night stands. Everyone who comes here knows that." I glanced at him and said, "Oh." The bartender continued, "As for whether she's slept with him, I don't know. I can't ask. But it's probably pretty close." I said "Oh" again and lowered my head to drink, trying to hide my embarrassment. In the blink of an eye, my ex-wife was gone. I looked again, but she wasn't on the dance floor. After circling around a few times, the bartender from before came over with a sly grin and said, "Looking for her? She went upstairs and is having fun in a private room." I asked her number and went upstairs to look through the glass door. The room was crowded, and the lighting was poor, so I couldn't see my ex-wife. I didn't dare go in. I waited downstairs for a long time, until almost midnight, when a group of people came down. My ex-wife was probably drunk; she was being held by the man from before. The two of them flagged down a taxi and drove off. By the time I got my car, it was too late to catch up. I turned on the security camera. Our old house was empty too. I went home dejectedly. The next morning at seven, I went to wait downstairs at my ex-wife's company. She started work at nine, and at eight-forty, she appeared downstairs, dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans, smiling and greeting her colleagues before going upstairs. I drove home to catch up on sleep, and every few days I texted my ex-wife to ask her out, but she always said she was busy. About two months later, I went to wait for her outside her company, hoping for a chance encounter. She came downstairs and got into a car. I followed her out to a Western restaurant. She went in with a man; he was chubby and short, probably around forty years old, and looked very mature. My ex-wife is 1.6 meters tall, and the man was at most 1.65 meters. They looked about the same height. The man spoke to my ex-wife in a fawning manner, but she didn't smile much. After their meal, they went shopping and walked along the river. I spent a few days inquiring; this was my ex-wife's new suitor, apparently a security manager at her company, a relative of the boss. He'd been pursuing her for about six months, showering her with gifts and flowers. My ex-wife initially refused, as she still had a boyfriend and hadn't broken up with him. However, this man was clever; he bribed her colleagues and friends, and knowing she had broken up, he immediately took advantage of the situation. Plus, the boss was also trying to reunite them. That day, my ex-wife officially agreed to date him, and the two of them went out to eat and shop alone. However, she didn't even sign her hand... But about a month later, when I went to see my ex-wife, she was already being affectionately embraced by that fat man. They went out to eat together after get off work, and I followed them to the mall. My ex-wife was picking out clothes for him, gesturing and adjusting them for him. The fat man was smiling lewdly and ingratiatingly. Before marriage, my ex-wife would have absolutely no interest in a man like that, but now her mindset is probably different. Although her eyes still held a hint of disdain, she still spoke to him gently, acting like a girlfriend and giving him a lot of face.-This is her inherent upbringing and temperament. The fat man bought several sets of clothes, and naturally took his ex-wife's hand. A moment later, he put his arm around her waist, and occasionally placed his hand on her buttocks. The ex-wife did not object much, but the way she hugged him was a little stiff, and she did not lean too close to the fat man. The two drove home and parked the car downstairs in an apartment complex for a while. Neither the ex-wife nor the overweight man got out. After a while, they started the car again, and I followed them all the way to the ex-wife's apartment building. The ex-wife came down with her bag, and the overweight man also got out, grabbing her hand and saying something. The ex-wife turned her head away, seemingly saying something as well, and kept pushing the overweight man into the car. The overweight man hugged the ex-wife, saying something as if pleading. This went on for more than ten minutes. The ex-wife went upstairs, and the overweight man followed her. I quickly turned on the security camera. A moment later, the door opened, and the ex-wife came upstairs, with the overweight man following behind, smiling and saying something. The ex-wife's expression remained cold. She then handed the overweight man a glass of water, went inside to shower, and entered the room. The overweight man also went to shower and tried to enter the room, but seemed to struggle several times and couldn't get in. He called out something at the door and banged on it. About half an hour later, the overweight man, wearing only his underwear, went to the sofa to play on his phone. He then got up and listened at the door for a while, then turned off the lights. A few nights later, I turned on the security camera around 6 PM. The overweight man and his ex-wife were having dinner, laughing and talking. They were still sleeping in separate rooms, one in the living room and the other in the bedroom. I went downstairs to wait a few times and noticed the overweight man rarely went home alone anymore. He came back with his ex-wife every day, and it seemed he had a key. He would come home early from get off work to buy groceries and cook. His ex-wife probably hadn't given him sex yet, but living together, it was only a matter of time before she succumbed. A few days later, after dinner, the ex-wife and the overweight man went to the kitchen to clean up. They quickly embraced and kissed. The ex-wife pushed him away a few times, but didn't seem to resist anymore; it probably wasn't their first time kissing. They kissed for a few minutes, then the ex-wife pushed him away, calling out to him what he was doing. The overweight man chuckled and went inside. After cleaning up, they watched TV. The overweight man slowly approached, embraced his ex-wife, and started kissing her. The ex-wife pushed him away a few times, but quickly gave in. They kissed and caressed each other on the sofa. However, the ex-wife stopped him from going any further, without taking off any clothes. But in the following days, things progressed much further. The overweight man held his ex-wife on his lap, cuddling and kissing her frequently. For several hours, I observed for four or five days. The fat man patiently kissed and caressed her, and his ex-wife became increasingly cooperative. Then, around 10 PM on the sixth night, his ex-wife got up to take a shower. The fat man chuckled and said something, but she didn't answer. She quickly finished showering and went back into the room. The fat man also prepared to shower, and after finishing, he knocked on the door and started talking. I kept mentally telling him not to open the door, but the door opened anyway, and the fat man turned and went into the dark bedroom. I stared blankly at the empty living room. Half an hour had passed, and the fat man still hadn't come out. About half an hour later, the light in the bedroom came on. About ten minutes later, the fat man came out, completely naked, smiling and turning back to say something. He went to the kitchen, cooked two bowls of something, and called out to her. A while later, his ex-wife came out, her hair disheveled, wearing a onesie nightgown. She went to the bathroom and didn't come out for a while. The two ate, the fat man laughing and talking the whole time, while his ex-wife kept her head down and ate. After finishing their meal, the fat man tidied up, and the two of them cuddled on the sofa watching TV. The fat man reached out and kneaded his ex-wife's breasts. His ex-wife's eyes were fixed on the TV, but her hands continued to caress his legs. After a while, the fat man reached down and took off his ex-wife's onesie nightgown, leaving her naked as he played with her. He lifted her up, and it seems he penetrated her. His ex-wife looked somewhat uncomfortable, spreading her legs and sitting on him. The fat man reached down from behind and kneaded her breasts. His ex-wife looked very comfortable, moaning with her mouth wide open. His body kept moving as he thrust into her. They did this on the sofa for a while. The fat man turned his ex-wife over, and they faced each other, kissing and thrusting. His ex-wife's legs opened and closed repeatedly. He lifted her up and thrust in the air—a move I'd never tried before. His ex-wife wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist. They were making love very intensely. After a while, the two collapsed onto the sofa, embracing each other without moving. The ex-wife lay limp on the sofa, her eyes closed. The fat man smeared semen on her breasts and stomach. The ex-wife opened her eyes, glanced at him, but didn't say anything. After a while, they went to shower and went into the room. I went to sleep too. I woke up around 7 a.m. and suddenly wanted to check the video. I opened the video. The ex-wife was lying on the table, wearing a suit shirt and pants pushed up to her knees. The fat man was thrusting hard, making the table shake. Their bags were next to each other; they must have started making love when they were about to leave. The ex-wife's buttocks were swaying, her expression comfortable, her eyes slightly narrowed, her mouth slightly open, her long legs spread apart, letting him thrust into her buttocks. After a while, the ex-wife raised her hand to check the time, probably urging him to hurry. The fat man also responded, but his buttocks were still thrusting back and forth. The ex-wife turned around and kissed the fat man, taking his hand and placing it on her breast. Suddenly, the fat man convulsed and ejaculated. The ex-wife lay panting on the table. After a while, she quickly pulled up her pants, grabbed three or four tissues, handed them to the fat man to clean up, and then ran to the bathroom for a while before coming out. The two of them hurriedly went out.

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