The successful development of a Guangdong couple, culminating in the wife's solo sex and prostitution, continues in part 1.

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In the following months, we stopped participating in activities, and I lost contact with Lao Gao. I was feeling a bit confused and conflicted. Lao Gao tried to talk to us a few times, but we didn't respond much. Perhaps because of the distance, Lao Gao had found a suitable couple nearby, so he stopped contacting us. My wife's body had been penetrated by several men, making her exceptionally beautiful and radiant. However, her conservative nature was a habit ingrained over decades. In daily life, she was still normal, but she was noticeably more open in bed. One day, a casual text message made me realize something was amiss. My wife was cooking in the kitchen when she received a text message that wasn't from WeChat. It flashed briefly, read "Ming 15," and contained no extra words. I didn't open it. A while later, while my wife was eating, she looked at her phone and seemed to smile. Then, that evening, while my wife was taking a shower... I couldn't find the text message; I deleted it. I felt something was off. The next morning at work, I remembered—did it refer to meeting at 3 PM? I made plans for the afternoon and left. When I got back to the gate of the complex, it was past 1 PM. I didn't go in; instead, I looked for a spot near the gate to observe. It was 3 PM, but my wife still hadn't appeared. I started to wonder if I was being too paranoid lately. How could my wife, such a conservative and steady woman, be like this? I went home; it was empty. My wife wasn't home. I went out. There are four gates in the complex; it seems I waited in the wrong place. I lay on the sofa and dozed off. I was woken by a phone call. I answered a client's call, chatted for a while, and checked the time—5:30 PM. My wife still hadn't returned. I got ready and went to the company to handle some business. When I reached the gate of the complex, I saw my wife getting out of a taxi in the distance. I ducked behind a tree. My wife was laughing and replying to a voice message. She didn't see me and asked after a while if I was coming home for dinner. I said I was going back, and my wife agreed. I got back at 8 PM. During our chat, she mentioned she was sleeping at home that afternoon, and I just said "oh" without questioning her. After that, I started noticing her unusual behavior. She rarely touched her phone when I was around, occasionally taking it into the bathroom for about 10 minutes, something she usually didn't do. After observing her for a few days, I felt something was definitely amiss, so I arranged a fake business trip for a week. My wife packed my things, I bought the plane tickets, and then I left. This time, I kept watch near my building in the complex. Around 2 PM, my wife left, carrying a bag and a small bag that seemed to contain some clothes. She exited through the west gate of the complex. When I followed her, she got into a taxi and left. I went home and sent a voice message saying I'd arrived. My wife replied, telling me to be careful and so on. I was very unsettled and sat in the living room. I turned on my computer. Seeing my wife's QQ account, I clicked on the login screen and found the password was wrong. She had changed her password. I lay on the sofa until 10 PM, but she still hadn't returned. I turned on the computer and played games out of boredom. Suddenly, I remembered that some of the pictures from my messages were in the background folder. My wife might not know how to use her computer. I opened the QQ background folder and found 7-8 QQ files. Curious, I clicked on my wife's. It contained many funny pictures and chat logs with friends. I saw a business card that looked like it belonged to Cai XX, head of the technical department at a certain company… I shut down the computer, worried that my wife might come back, and went to a hotel to sleep. When I returned the next morning, the house was still empty; my wife hadn't come home all night. At the office, I suddenly remembered that business card. I searched it and slapped my forehead—wasn't that the village near where I had put my wife in prostitution? Overjoyed, I arranged my work and drove there. I drove to the entrance of that village, thought for a moment, and then drove to the vicinity of that company. Around 6 PM, after the company staff had finished get off work, I saw the same man who had paid the woman for sex last time. He was dressed rather old-fashionedly, hurrying along on his bicycle, chatting and laughing with two men, probably colleagues. I parked my car on the side of the road and followed him. He walked through several alleys and entered a six-story building. He opened the door and went up. I noticed a building next door, a "short-term rental" sign, and quickly went in. A plump woman, presumably the landlord, said it was 30 yuan a day. I said I wanted to look at the room and walked up to the third floor, where I saw the man. The plump woman said there were no rooms on the third floor, only the fourth floor. I said okay, took out 100 yuan and handed it to her, saying she would give me a receipt later. The room was fully equipped, with blankets, air conditioning, a washing machine, everything. I leaned over the balcony and looked down. After a while, the man called out, "Where have you been?" "Oh, you've gone to buy groceries. Okay, buy some fish. Pork belly, okay, I'll wait for you to come back. The signal's bad, I'll go buy the beer myself. Okay, okay." Then the man went inside. About 20 minutes later, I heard someone coming from across the street. "Here, let me carry it, don't tire yourself out, hehehe." Then I heard the sound of a door opening and closing. The woman hadn't said much. I could tell it was a one-bedroom apartment across the street, with a balcony facing this side. Then, after a while, I heard the sound of stir-frying. The woman's voice was very soft, I couldn't hear clearly, I don't know if it was her wife's voice. After a while, I heard a loud woman's screams from across the street, like screams of agony, followed by suppressed moans of "uh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh." Then I heard a knock on the door, and the fat woman came in. Hearing this, she didn't even blush. "Old Cai from across the street brought a woman back. It's been so noisy these past two days, this woman is really good at screaming." "She's not bad looking," I chuckled. "You know her?" I asked. She said she plays mahjong often and has lived here for years. "Of course I know her," she replied. "Old Cai's wife stays in his hometown taking care of the kids. She only comes 2-3 times a year. He's so bored." Then the noise from across the street continued for a while. I heard slapping sounds and a man's low growl. The noise subsided, and then Old Cai came out again, wearing red underwear, holding a bottle of beer, laughing and speaking in an incomprehensible local dialect. The woman inside never really showed herself. I stayed in the room until after 10 pm, starving. I went out for a bite to eat and rushed back. The landlady downstairs was playing on her phone. We chatted for a bit, and I managed to get some information out of Old Cai. I learned that this woman he brought was coming for the third time. Usually, she would come in the afternoon, and Old Cai would take the day off, and she would leave that night. This time, however, it was her first time staying overnight, and she made noise all night. That night, I did hear screaming several times. Old Cai probably did it around midnight, and then again around 4 AM. The woman's screams were very pitiful, completely unlike my wife's. My wife's screams are very suppressed and soft. I was thinking about leaving at dawn. Around 4 AM, the screaming stopped, and the lights on across the street were turned on. A while later, a woman came to the balcony. She was slender with good proportions, wearing a pair of briefs and a bra, and was collecting towels. I felt 80% certain that her figure was my wife. My whole body went numb; humiliation and excitement filled my body. Suddenly, Old Cai rushed out, naked, and whispered, "You surrendered just now, but I haven't come out yet. Come and give me a blowjob." He forced my wife to squat down. The balcony blocked my view of my wife's squatting figure; I could only hear the smacking sounds and Old Cai's heavy breathing. Old Cai held my wife's head, his hips thrusting repeatedly. I started masturbating, aroused, but my eyes were still fixed on the balcony across the street. "A moment, be gentle, you're hurting me," his wife stopped talking. Old Cai chuckled and said, "Touching it more will make it bigger." His wife playfully slapped him, "You can't pull like that! What if you pull off my nipples?" Old Cai laughed and said, "I know, come on, let's continue." His wife made some more sucking and swallowing sounds. Old Cai then let out a heavy breathing; he must have ejaculated. His wife stood up and ran inside. Old Cai, still naked, smoked a cigarette before going in. After a while, it seemed like he was doing something inside again; there were soft moans and groans. "I finished, and I fell asleep, exhausted."

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