I love my wife deeply, but she betrayed me.

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I am a company secretary and my wife is an accountant. We have been married for 10 years and are a childless couple. My wife is slim and lovely. I always play the dual roles of father and husband at home. My wife used to love to have fun, but after we got married, she spent most of her time with me. Every week or two, she would go shopping with her childhood friend. If she stayed out late, she would stay at her friend's house. Every time she came back, she would excitedly tell me all sorts of things. I thought that life would continue to be peaceful and happy like this. But on Valentine's Day in 2006, I was busy writing a draft for my boss at home and didn't have time to spend with her. She was very understanding and said that she would go shopping with her friend. After my wife went downstairs, I went to the balcony to stretch. Strangely, I noticed my wife walked straight to the entrance of our apartment complex and got into a black sedan. The female classmate she was going to meet had just gotten divorced and was struggling alone. I didn't think much of it at first. I finished my draft and quickly drove to my boss's office. On my way back, I passed Starbucks and saw the black sedan parked in front of it. My wife was walking out with a man. I recognized him; my wife often mentioned him. He was her driver at work, a witty storyteller, and very popular with women, but my wife disliked him. I was very curious—why was she with him today? I decided to follow them. The black sedan drove very fast, and after about ten minutes we arrived at Longshan Scenic Area. They parked the car and walked up the mountain path. Naturally, I followed. To avoid being discovered, I kept a good distance. At this time of year, there was almost no one on the mountain. After a while, I realized I had lost them. Reluctantly, I climbed down a small slope and sat down under a large rock to rest. Suddenly, I heard my wife's incoherent cries. I peeked over, and what I saw almost made me faint. My wife's top was completely unbuttoned, and her skirt was flipped up to her waist. The man was standing behind her, naked from the waist down… My mind went blank, my body went limp, and I don't know how much time passed. The person behind the stone was gone, and I don't know how I got home. Soon after, my wife called, saying she was having a great time at a classmate's house and wouldn't be home that night. I lay in bed, tears streaming down my face. I knew I couldn't leave her; without her, life had no meaning for me. Without her, I would die a lonely death. Why would she cheat on me? Was it because our age difference made me unable to satisfy her? I tried to control my emotions. My wife was still so caring, but she still went shopping with her classmate every week and stayed at her classmate's house at night. What can I do to win her back?
In May 2006, the day before her birthday, I received a call from her after get off work. She said her colleagues were having dinner together and she'd be home late. I knew it would be another passionate night for her. I sat at home, heartbroken, watching TV, but I couldn't hear a thing. After what seemed like forever, I suddenly woke up with a start. I looked at the clock; it was almost midnight. My head ached, and my chest felt incredibly tight. I decided to go for a walk. KR City had developed rapidly in recent years; the small city was beautiful. I drove aimlessly, and before I knew it, I passed the Petrochemical Plaza. The plaza was large and well-landscaped, but it was a bit out of the way, so there weren't many people there. I parked in a parking lot on one side and wandered around aimlessly. My wife and I knew this plaza very well. We were both adventurous and willing to try new things. Back when Taobao didn't exist, we were already buying and selling things on eBay. Not long after my wife and I got married, we found our sex life rather dull, and we both wanted to try something new. I remember one time, on the balcony, my wife and I were both wearing t-shirts on top and naked from the waist down. We opened the window, and I entered from behind. At that moment, our neighbor's balcony window was also open, the two windows only about two meters apart. My wife leaned on the windowsill, her head sticking out. At that moment, the old lecherous neighbor was also leaning on the windowsill smoking. He obviously noticed my wife's swaying body and started making small talk with her. My wife couldn't keep up with him, her stammering and uncontrollable moans arousing the old lecher so much that he wanted to crawl over to her. This semi-public setting was obviously a strong stimulus for my wife, and she reached orgasm in less than five minutes. From then on, we started looking for all sorts of exciting ways to stimulate each other, and this square was the one we used to frequent. One of the places is where my wife has a stunning figure. She especially loves wearing short skirts and tight jeans. Once, in the hottest part of summer, she would wear a short skirt without anything underneath. I would sit on a park bench, secretly showing off my "weapon," while my wife would slowly sit down, swaying her slender waist. Once, a high school student pretended to ask for directions, and we had to stop our "exercise." Of course, we could only enthusiastically give him directions like conjoined twins. Actually, it was pointless to pretend; my wife's short skirt barely covered her buttocks. After asking for directions, the boy didn't go far, hiding behind a nearby tree to peek. We were happy to satisfy his budding desires, so we simply let loose and completed this "educational" activity in a "doggy style" manner.
Just as I was lost in thought, a car pulled into a parking space. I noticed it was the car from my wife's workplace. I slowly approached along the bushes... The person didn't get out, but the streetlights shone into the car through the windshield, making it clear that it was indeed the driver. He was now shirtless, straddling a woman. A moment later, the woman's legs were braced against the glass, a small pair of panties dangling from one foot. Ah, ah, with the car's swaying and jolting, a woman's passionate moans escaped. I knew that sound all too well; every past night had been spent with that intoxicating sound. In the past, I would scold my wife for being inconsiderate, and she would playfully say, "Let him hear it! Let him fret! He'll be anxious to death!" Sometimes my wife was like a mischievous child. Once, we were walking along the riverbank when a middle-aged man pretended to cast his fishing rod, lowering his head to peek at my wife's exposed skin. My wife teased him, pulling me to stand under a nearby tree, fiddling with her private parts under her short skirt. The man completely forgot what he was doing; he didn't even notice his fishing rod being swept away… But at this moment, the protagonist of this passion wasn't me… The car sex only lasted a few minutes before suddenly stopping. The passenger door opened, and the wife got out, exclaiming, "I'm so tired! Can't we go to the park? My husband and I used to come here often; it felt so good." A lump formed in my throat; my wife still cherished the past. The man also got out of the car and took my wife's hand, slowly walking deeper into the park. I noticed my wife's underwear was still on the dashboard. It was late, but there were still some couples strolling around. I quietly followed them. They were still... Still caught up in their passion, the man caressed his wife's buttocks through her short skirt. After a while, he lifted the skirt and inserted a finger between her legs. His wife let out a soft moan, clinging tightly to him, almost falling over. Under the park lights, her white buttocks were strikingly beautiful. They walked to a large tree in the park and kissed passionately. The man kissed her lower and lower. His wife unbuttoned her blouse with one hand and reached for his crotch with the other. He pushed up her bra and began to fondle her breasts. The wife groaned, her voice muffled. Suddenly, the man hoisted one of her legs onto a nearby tree branch and pressed his mouth against her genitals. Her skirt fell down, and the man thrust vigorously, the sucking sounds incessant. The wife trembled violently, her throat emitting ecstatic moans. A few minutes later, she suddenly pushed the man who had been squatting beside her down, then straightened his bottle-shaped penis and sat on it. She violently swayed her full hips back and forth, her slender waist like a thriving... The swaying sapling in the wind—is that my gentle, beautiful wife? I sat slumped behind the tree, stunned. What should I do? Pull her off the galloping horse and catch her in the act? So many tragedies would have happened that way. If I did that, my family would surely be lost. If my wife took another drastic step, what meaning would this world have for me? But could I just live like this, so miserable? The lovers behind the tree had clearly changed positions. The slapping sounds of their bodies colliding, along with the tree's gentle swaying, told me that the man was attacking my beloved wife from behind.
As I was agonizing over this, I noticed the silence behind the tree. They had finished their fight and were sitting under the tree, talking. The man said, "Jiaojiao (good heavens, he actually called his wife a pet name!), you should divorce him. You don't have any children, no burdens, so we can be together anytime." I was startled. The wife continued, "What nonsense are you talking about? My husband, no one can replace him. We don't have children not because we can't have them or because our relationship is bad, but because we don't want to live like our parents, always living for the next generation. I just want to be myself..." I have no regrets about this life, and I want to make it as colorful as possible. That's the main reason I'm with you. My husband is like a part of me. You might not feel anything for him normally, but he's so important. You can't live without him. Don't mention divorce again. I don't want to hear it. Hearing this, my heart ached. My wife still loves me. Then I heard that man say, "Jiao, don't you love me? What am I then?" I love him, but this love is different from that love. I'll prove it to you with my actions. After my wife finished speaking, she seemed to have something in her mouth, sucking it loudly...
I was stunned. My wife clearly loves me, but what does her behavior mean? Does she have a split personality? I silently went home, turned on the computer, and started surfing the internet. Around 2 a.m., my wife came home. "Oh, still awake?" I didn't answer her, but asked her instead, "Having fun?" My wife laughed and said, "Let's go for a spin, chat about gossip. I'm exhausted. I'm going to take a shower." Looking at the semen stains on my wife's skirt and buttocks, I wondered, is she trying to destroy evidence? After my wife finished showering, she came into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. I suddenly pounced on her from behind and pushed her onto the bed. Without saying a word, I penetrated her from behind. It was indeed very slippery. My wife screamed, "What are you doing? I'm not feeling well today. Tomorrow, tomorrow, okay?" (I'm in a bad mood, I'll write more later. Every word is written in blood and tears.)

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