My wife and mentor changed my life (3)

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Xiaowen was definitely up to something.
I soon confirmed it, and in a rather old-fashioned way: I secretly looked at her phone while she was showering. How? Don't forget I'm an engineering PhD; I easily cracked Xiaowen's password using a self-made little program.
WeChat and QQ worked fine, but Weibo was the problem. Among her Weibo followers, there was only one person named "Handsome Daddy," and "Handsome Daddy" only followed "Lan Duo Baby" (Xiaowen). Clearly, this was their tool for one-way communication. Looking at their Weibo posts, it was all very confusing.
"If I had wings, I'd rather fly far away than be close to you. Your eyes are the fireflies in my night, your big hands are the guide for my soul." This was a post Xiaowen made just a few days ago. She usually likes to write about lighthearted things, and judging by the style, this was probably hers. "Your big hands are the guide for my soul"—what a blatant expression, almost like "my sugar daddy is having sex with me." I simply couldn't believe this came from the gentle and refined Xiaowen I knew.
"Handsome Daddy" retweeted this Weibo post, commenting, "Wait until I'm done with these few days, you'll be sorry, little thing."
One actively sought "guidance," the other flirted recklessly—what else could it be but an affair? Looking at their interactions, they were largely similar, a back-and-forth exchange. But a Weibo post from "Handsome Daddy" six months prior infuriated me even more: "Little thing, starting tomorrow I'll be sharing you with someone else. The thought of you being possessed by someone else is unbearable." Xiaowen commented, "You're not marrying me anyway! Don't worry, my door is always open to you."
This Weibo post was published the day before my wedding to Xiaowen! As I excitedly prepared to marry Xiaowen, I never imagined she was flirting with someone else, even offering her body to him with such devotion. No, looking at it this way, I'm the one who's "someone else."
"Handsome Daddy" is the godfather Xiaowen talks about in her dreams? Who is this man? It seems he and Xiaowen had already been intimate before me, and continued their relationship after our marriage. For a moment, my thoughts were a jumbled mess. My mind is filled with images of Xiaowen having sex with a man, a pair of large hands caressing her slender body from top to bottom, exploring the most secret places a woman only opens to her husband, a male genital organ completely different from mine, moving in and out of Xiaowen's beautiful vagina, perhaps even ejaculating inside her. After the affair, Xiaowen might return home, prepare dinner for her husband, and continue to play the role of her gentle and virtuous wife, only the slowly flowing semen from her vagina reminding her that another script still needs to be written.
Of course, this is how I now recall that scene, elaborating and enriching my psychological state at the time. In reality, the humiliation at that time overwhelmed everything; even the weakest man would have the urge to rush into the shower and beat up that slut Xiaowen. But I quickly stopped myself from doing so. If I did that, it would be difficult to resolve. I would demand a divorce to save face, and if Xiaowen also resolutely agreed to the divorce, how could I continue to work in my mother-in-law's workplace, where she was the boss? My career would inevitably be limited. If things blow up, my cuckoldry will be exposed, and how will I ever hold my head up in public again?
Many people might not understand me, but if you've experienced the hardship of rising from poverty, you might know that reality is often crueler and more important than anything else. When Xiaowen came out of the bathroom with wet hair, I had already put her phone back.
That night, Xiaowen, who was usually passive during sex, was surprisingly proactive. She slipped her small hand inside my underwear and gently rubbed it. Her fingers occasionally probed downwards, from my testicles all the way to the dense hair around my anus. I figured she must have used the same technique on other men. Even so, my penis became erect from the stimulation.
Xiaowen leaned close to my ear and gently blew on it; the scent of shampoo in her hair was lovely. I mounted her, skipping the usual foreplay, and thrust directly into her slightly moist vagina. Xiaowen let out a soft but long moan. I thrust rapidly, almost defiantly, occasionally increasing the force of my thrusts, thinking I wanted to fuck this seemingly pink but actually cunt raw.
"Go easy," Xiaowen gently punched my back, her tone a mix of reproach and encouragement.
"How can I fuck your cunt raw if I go easy? Today I want to fuck you to death," I blurted out my thoughts.
"Okay, fuck me to death," Xiaowen, who usually didn't talk much during sex, surprisingly responded with a swear word, completely unexpectedly.
I suddenly made up my mind, hesitated for a moment, and as Xiaowen's hips trembled with my thrusts, I asked her, "Wife, I suddenly really want to know how many men have fucked you. Thinking about it makes my dick even harder."
Xiaowen, nearing climax, was already a little dazed: "Why are you asking that? You
're such a pervert." "Do you want to know how the dicks that fucked you before did it?" I pressed on relentlessly.
“Little pervert… what else can it be? It’s still… the same.” With me weighing nearly 150 pounds on top of her, and the physical pleasure making her breathless, Wen was panting.
“Wife, have you ever had incestuous tendencies?” I was certain Wen would answer no, but this was just a prelude to my next question. “Like someone older than you, like a godfather or something?”
As soon as I asked this, I clearly felt Wen’s body stiffen slightly. If I hadn’t focused all my attention before asking the question, I probably wouldn’t have noticed her brief change.
“I haven’t thought about it. Do you have incestuous tendencies?” Wen was clearly hiding something.
I stopped talking; saying anything more would be tantamount to revealing it. At the moment of ejaculation, I quickly withdrew my penis from her wet vagina and instead offered it to Wen’s lips. Perhaps Wen hadn’t yet recovered from the shock of having her secret exposed, and obediently opened her mouth to take the glans, which was covered in fluid.
This was something I had wanted to do for a long time. Before, I couldn't bear to let Xiaowen do this because I felt sorry for her. After all, making her lick my genitals, already dirty from sex, felt like a form of abuse. But today was different. The pure and gentle Xiaowen had died in my heart. Her mouth, with its perfect teeth, had probably licked the genitals of several men, swallowed semen, and might even have licked her "godfather's" anus...
Thinking of this, the humiliation I felt as her husband acted like a catalyst, igniting and swelling an even greater desire within me. Just before the "explosion," thick semen gushed out, flowing down Xiaowen's lips and onto her chin.
As the "tide" receded, I felt an emptiness inside. I felt as if even my soul had been ejaculated out, perhaps devoured by Xiaowen. Xiaowen silently cleaned up the "battlefield," wiping the marks on my glans and scrotum with a warm, damp cloth. Like a dutiful prostitute, responsibly completing the final step of her work.
I didn't speak, and neither did Xiaowen. How will the night, filled with hidden agendas, conceal the ugly reality that will emerge at dawn?

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