After unintentionally being cuckolded (Part 5)

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No secret stays hidden forever. At this point, with so many people in the workplace gossiping, Y's wife found out. You could say this woman is quite something. We don't know the details of what happened, but ultimately, his wife's job was suspended until the end of the year. What happened at Y's home is unknown. My friend tried to contact my wife several times, but the numbers were all disconnected. When he went to her workplace, she avoided him. My friend eventually gave up because of business and having to be mindful of his boss's feelings. I heard they almost sued for rape. Only then did he understand why Y had filmed it: firstly, it couldn't be presented as evidence of coercion, and secondly, he had been using her blackmail tactics for a long time. If his wife hadn't intervened, this woman wouldn't have fared much better.
Successful men love to drag innocent women down with them, trying to persuade prostitutes to reform—it's all about wanting more than you have.
I decided to get a divorce then. This was a huge deal. The time involved, transferring money, buying a house in my wife's name—I didn't mention it to avoid alerting her. During this time, I saw my wife. She looked haggard; she had at least passed the recovery period after her miscarriage, but her complexion was sallow. Surprisingly, we still had sex several times. For some reason, I suddenly felt a strong urge to have sex with a vagina that had been used before. However, it wasn't as loose as I had imagined. A woman's body can indeed recover quickly, but I felt a pang of sadness after each time.
Soon it was the end of the year, and things were peaceful. I planned to go back to my hometown to confront her, but then something unexpected disrupted my plans: the other woman was pregnant!
This strong-willed girl saddened me. It's not laughable, but she used to frequent nightclubs. However, she was genuinely good to me. From dragging her home from a bar in the middle of the night to her later quitting her job to be with me, this girl, much younger than me, never let me spend any money. She learned to cook, and the things she bought most often were my clothes. On my birthday, my wife didn't call; she brought a bunch of her girlfriends to celebrate. There are so many little things like that. She said her parents divorced when she was six, and she dropped out of junior high and started working in society. All the men she dated were scum, but she never gave up on her longing for love. Honestly, she didn't expect me to divorce her, but she cherished every day we spent together, even though I was just an ordinary person who couldn't give her a future.
Before one thing was resolved, urgent news came from home: my mother had fallen ill and was hospitalized, unable to speak. Less than a few days after I returned home, the hospital issued a critical condition notice for my child.
For months, my wife stayed in the hospital taking care of her. I spent a lot of money, but she never asked me for it. Thinking about that money sends chills down my spine. Then, my grandmother passed away, and my mother and child were discharged. It felt like a lifetime had passed. My wife then contracted an infection and was hospitalized again. The adults' pneumonia came on fiercely; I don't even know how we survived those days.
Everything was calm. I met my wife for dinner. We both knew what was going to happen. We talked a lot, and in a hotel in the county town, we talked until midnight. My wife took out her pregnancy test results and an envelope containing money. After the confession, there was silence. Then she took out something that shocked me: another ultrasound report, but this time it belonged to that girl. They had already met, and the result was the same—an abortion. However, they only met my wife later.
The complexity of human nature. I suddenly realized I didn't even understand myself. After all these years of playing around, what had I gained, and what had I lost? I wanted to say something, but I saw that she was already in tears.
We hugged, and we couldn't see anything outside the dark window. I don't know when we started making love. My wife kept crying, but she held me very tightly. Those things flashed through my mind—the vows of eternal love were vivid in my mind, lewd and shameless, yet so real. We made love as if there was no end. I used the standard position, and I heard my wife whisper, "Cum inside, honey, I only want yours!"

I don't know if I truly forgave her, nor do I know if my wife truly forgave me, but our relationship has definitely warmed up since then. Honestly, we have no meaning in life without each other. We have no secrets anymore; those dark past events have torn away all our pretenses. People say that only when you're near death do you recall the people and events of your life, like a miniature movie, and it's at that moment that you realize who your true love is. Now we're practically head over heels in love, and many of our conflicts have disappeared. We went back to our hometown and haven't traveled elsewhere since. We started some businesses, bought a new house and a car, and had our third child last year—it's a year old now, no joke, it's all our own doing.
Y and his wife divorced; they have no children. Blackie said Y almost left with nothing. After his company restructured, he quickly lost his position, becoming a mid-level employee, doing very poorly, and then left for reasons unknown. Blackie went back to his hometown and opened a factory. Life is much more stable and better than before. He also had a son last year. H bought a small house in Guangzhou and settled down. We haven't been in touch much, but I heard he's finally getting married. His fiancée is local and has a master's degree, so it's like fulfilling his long-cherished wish to sleep with intellectuals. The girl from Northeast China went to Xiamen. When we chatted, she sent me a picture of herself holding her child. She married a small-time tycoon and looks very happy traveling with her husband.
I mentioned Blackie to my wife, and she said, "Don't ever meet him, or I can't live with you." When we were having sex, I asked her whose penis felt better inside, mine or Blackie's. My wife said, "They're different. His is big and fills me up, but my husband's penis is warm. I feel satisfied instantly. The emotional connection can't be replaced." My wife said, "Do you really want to see your wife cheat on you?" I said yes. My wife laughed and said, "You men are so perverted. You're always on guard but also thinking about it. You should find someone like Blackie someday, but not someone you know."
The year after giving birth felt incredibly long. I rented a fully furnished apartment, and my wife would leave the baby at home on weekends. She would stay in the room naked, eating and cleaning, and we would make love freely. We were looking forward to it. After the unexpected cheating, my wife's sexual appetite increased significantly. She went out and ran naked at night, and for the first time, she initiated oral and anal sex. There were many other things like that. It was probably because she started to understand how to use her body to please a man that I realized the best was right beside me. They say that the flowers in the garden are not as fragrant as the wild ones, but even the most fragrant garden flowers need wild bees to taste them!

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