The Seductive Wife's Romantic Journey (Part 4)

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This isn't the first time. Ever since she switched to her current company, she's constantly either in meetings or having dinner parties, forcing me, who works from home, to often go out for fast food at night.
My wife works in purchasing, and clients often invite her out to dinner. There are about ten people in her department, and she's the only woman. She often goes out and doesn't come back until after 11 pm, and sometimes she doesn't even come home at all.
A few times I've looked at her phone and found many unfamiliar men chatting with her on WeChat about ambiguous sexual topics. She said it was her clients joking with her.
I've heard rumors that she has a somewhat ambiguous relationship with several men in her department; they often gather behind the office building to chat, eat together, and it's always the same few of them at gatherings. Since I can't find any evidence, I can only assume it's just colleagues getting close.

Last Friday after work, my wife texted me saying she might be late because of a colleague dinner party... saying the department went to get a foot massage and then karaoke. It's always the same excuse. I'm a little angry and decided to go to her company after work to see what she's up to.

Their company's closing time is 5:30 PM, so I deliberately drove there half an hour early to wait. On my way to their company, I saw my wife looking around on the roadside. I parked my car a short distance away to see who she was waiting for. About 10 minutes later, a silver Accord pulled up. I remember the license plate belonged to their section chief, Old J. There was another person in the passenger seat, whom I recognized as my wife's mentor, Old C.
Here's some background on my wife's section chief, Old J. I'd heard from my wife that he was in his fifties, divorced, greedy, and lecherous. He divorced because of an inappropriate relationship with a female college student subordinate, which his ex-wife reported, causing a huge scandal known to thousands of people in the company. Later, he married a divorced woman—a perfect match of male thief and female prostitute. Old J's wife also became a section chief because of her ambiguous relationship with a high-ranking company official.
Old C's wife had just joined the company; the section chief assigned her to mentor her. He was a few years older than her, and because he was sleazy and poor, he remained single.
My wife saw them and waved for the car to pull over. Her driver, Old C, chuckled and beckoned her to get in. Then he stepped on the gas and drove towards the city. I started my car and followed, wanting to see where they were going.
After about ten kilometers, we arrived at a foot massage parlor. They parked, and the three of them, seemingly familiar with the place, went into the lobby, checked into a room, and Old J and Old C sandwiched my wife between them. Chatting and laughing, they were led up to the elevator by a staff member. I quickly followed. Seeing the elevator stop at the 5th floor, I pressed the button and followed. This foot massage parlor was quite large in our city, offering more than just foot massage services; it covered almost everything from food and drinks to entertainment. The second floor had a card room, the third a karaoke room, the fourth a restaurant and guest rooms, and the fifth a bathhouse. When I got to the fifth floor, I found it huge, with about thirty or forty private rooms. Not knowing which room my wife and her companions had entered, I pretended to be looking for them, wandering around the rooms one by one, peering out. Perhaps because my wife and her family had just arrived, the staff were still preparing toiletries, tea, and snacks for them. In room 5012, I glimpsed them through the half-open door. I glanced nervously, because I'd seen Old J and Old C a few times before and was afraid they'd recognize me. I quickly scanned the room. There were four reclining beds; my wife was lying in the middle, wearing a pink short dress. Old J was turned to the side, seemingly whispering something to her. My wife smiled, her lips pursed. Old C, standing nearby, also had a lewd grin. I was very nervous, wondering if something was going to happen. Just then, a staff member brought over a foot bath tub, and I quickly stepped aside.

Gradually, more and more customers arrived, and the aisle was bustling with people. I often used the pretense of smoking and making phone calls to wander around my wife's private room, trying to see or listen to what they were doing. There happened to be a trash can next to their private room, so I leaned against the wall to smoke. Because I was afraid my wife and husband would suddenly come out, I turned my back to their room, pretending to play on my phone and smoke. The TV was on in my wife's room, and the door was open. Occasionally, I could hear my wife's hearty laughter and playful banter, probably because the masseuses were providing services to them; I didn't hear anything too inappropriate. I went to the lobby and sat for a while, about half an hour later, when I returned. I guessed the masseuses had finished their service, and the door was closed. I leaned against the door, listening carefully to what was happening inside. It had become quiet, except for the TV. I guessed they were resting, and occasionally I could hear my wife's coquettish "You're so annoying!" or something like that. I thought they were probably flirting. Because my wife is naturally promiscuous, nothing good could happen between her and two middle-aged men.
Just then, it seemed like either Old J or Old C said something, and I heard the wife say, "If you do this again, I won't come out with you anymore..." I guessed that Old J and Old C were disgusted by the wife's behavior in the private room. After all, this wasn't a guest room, and the staff could come in at any time. After a while, I heard a slapping sound again. Judging from the noise, the wife was probably hitting someone. I heard her say, "I'm hitting you!" It seemed like they were just flirting. I was really afraid that my wife was doing something with the two men in the private room, which was in public!

I estimated that it was about time, so I went to the fourth floor and found a secluded seat to eat something, expecting them to come down to eat as well. Sure enough, about ten minutes later, the three of them came down. My wife and Section Chief Old J came down first. They found a corner seat, and my wife went to the self-service area and got a plate of fruit and some snacks. She and Old J ate and chatted, like a married couple, and seemed quite happy. My wife even fed Old J food from time to time. I felt a pang of sadness watching this. A little while later, Old C also came down. Old J and Old C sat on either side of my wife, the three of them occasionally huddled together, heads close, discussing something. My wife listened, occasionally rolling her eyes at the men beside her, saying nothing, as if Old J and Old C were plotting something wicked, her eye-rolling a sign of disdain. Old J and Old C would occasionally exchange knowing smiles, secretly amused. I finished eating early and hid nearby, watching all of this. After they finished eating, Old C and my wife seemed to say goodbye and went to watch others play pool. Old J and my wife sat for a while, then Old J put his arm around my wife's shoulder and whispered something in her ear. My wife pulled away from Old J's arm, protesting, but Old J patiently coaxed her. My wife glared at Old J for a long time, seemingly not objecting. Old J laughed happily. A little while later, Old J pulled my wife towards room service. I understood what Old J had just whispered in my wife's ear, and I was thrilled!
Old J checked in at the counter. The waiter scanned Old J's wristband, and another waiter led Old J and his wife into the guest room area. I was anxious because I couldn't get in. I watched as Old J led my wife into the room, but I couldn't do anything. But I knew very well what was going to happen next. I decided to wait for them, until they were done and came out!
I moved to a spot closer to the entrance of the guest room area, pretending to play on my phone, but in my mind, I was already picturing my wife naked in bed with that old man, Old J, making love! My wife was probably sucking Old J's penis passionately right now, and Old J was riding her on top of him, thrusting and rolling wildly! Thinking about this, my lower body involuntarily swelled and became erect!
At this moment, Old C also came to the entrance of the guest room area, said something to the waiter, and the waiter pointed to a room. Old C greeted them and went in. When I saw Old C go in, I couldn't help but gasp. Just how open-minded was my wife? Did she know that she would be facing two men naked? Perhaps, from the moment she got on the bus, she knew perfectly well that tonight was destined to be her night of revelry! Or perhaps, this would never be their first time! After waiting for about ten minutes, I saw Old C go inside. I also planned to sneak in under the pretense of looking for someone, hoping to overhear what I had been waiting for. I timidly approached and told the waiter I was going in to find someone. The waiter seemed a little surprised. Why was I going in to find someone again? He told me to hurry up, since it was a paid area. On another level, perhaps they all knew that it was a private area for booking rooms, and they couldn't just let anyone in.
I nervously approached my wife's room. The hallway was filled with the sounds of moaning and panting from the two rooms, which weren't soundproof. How many lovelorn couples were sweating and colliding inside? As I neared my wife's room, I heard her moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure, "Oh...oh...oh..." "No...no..." Then came the sounds of flesh colliding: "Bang...bang...bang...slap...slap...slap..." I wanted to kick the door open and grab those three scoundrels! But reason told me that would only embarrass me more! I knew my wife's character all along, and I even anticipated her promiscuity now that she was nearing middle age. Why bother? Those few minutes felt like years. I listened to my wife's painful yet pleasurable screams, "Ah...ah...ah..." followed by sounds like something was gagging her, "Mmm...mmm..." and the man's "Hmm...hmm..." as he worked harder. The slapping sounds quickened; perhaps they had changed partners or positions.
How I wished I could be there too! Maybe my wife was sandwiched between Old J and Old C, being "sandwiched"? Or maybe she was riding Old J, her vagina filled with his penis, while her mouth was filled with Old C's. Perhaps she was kneeling on the bed, Old J thrusting into her from behind in a "doggy style" position, her mouth filled with Old C's penis, so she couldn't make a sound. My blood was boiling, my hands clenched into fists, silently enduring.
After a while, I heard my wife's voice from the room, "This is too tiring, let's switch... I can't take it anymore." I couldn't tell if it was Old J or Old C laughing loudly, and my wife said in a coquettish tone, "I don't want to do it anymore!" Then a man's voice kept calling out "Baby, baby," as if begging my wife to continue.
After a moment of silence, the sounds of flesh slapping came again, and my wife "hmm hmm hmm hmm..." silently enduring what was probably Old J or Old C's thrusts. My wife screamed, "No, no, not from behind!" I overheard Old J saying, "I'll be gentle, okay, baby!" Was he about to penetrate my wife's anus? My heart clenched. I didn't know what to do. Just then, a waiter noticed my suspicious behavior and came over to ask if I needed help. Afraid of disturbing my wife and the others in the room, I told the waiter I couldn't find her and would wait outside, reluctantly leaving the guest room area. Back in the lobby, I felt weak all over, the world spinning, and I felt the woman inside wasn't my wife at all, just another woman, or a prostitute.
Dazed, I left the bathhouse, feeling utterly empty inside. Although I had been mentally prepared for this. I don't even remember how I drove home.
I didn't even shower, lying on the bed, unable to close my eyes. My mind kept replaying my wife's moans and cries. I imagined her naked, pinned down by two old men, riding on top of her. Her white thighs spread apart, her soft breasts kneaded, her snow-white buttocks squeezed and thrust into. My tender pink vulva was filled with semen... I felt a mixture of arousal and bittersweetness...
In a daze, I heard the door open; it must be my wife returning. I checked the time—it was a little past 1 a.m. My wife returned, exhausted but satisfied. She took off her high heels at the door and tiptoed into the bathroom, perhaps thinking I was asleep. After washing up, she quietly went to the bedroom. I pretended to be asleep, and after confirming I was asleep, she sighed softly and lay down beside me. I imagined the woman beside me, having just had passionate sex with others, perhaps a threesome. Maybe her mouth, her vagina, and her anus had been filled by two men, two men ravaging her body. At that moment, I frantically tore at my wife's clothes as she got into bed, recklessly lifting her buttocks and thrusting inside her. My wife silently endured everything I did; perhaps we both knew, but it was an unspoken understanding...

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