The Wife's Moans (Part 3)

The next day I arrived at my business trip destination. It was supposed to be a business trip, but it was really just a relaxing getaway. There were four of us in the company: three men and one woman. Ah Ling was our department secretary; she was very attractive, with long, flowing black hair streaked with dark brown. She always wore her V-neck shirt unbuttoned, revealing her full, round breasts. Her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, were incredibly alluring. This made me want to buy a pair of stockings in her style for my wife. Women in stockings can ignite a man's desires. Ruiqiang was a junior manager in the purchasing department. He used to do manual labor, but after many years in the company, he had risen to a managerial position, yet his strong muscles remained undiminished. We were good friends; after all, I often dealt with him during setup. There was also Master Bao from the construction department. He had worked hard all his life for the company. I used to always consult him when I had questions, and he always praised me for being a normal person, just like him back then. He's retiring this year, and the company arranged for him to have some fun—a kind of perk for him. Upon arriving at the hotel, we discussed it and decided to book a single room for everyone so as not to waste our reimbursement budget. Everyone had a great time these past few days, and the gloom from before seemed to be gradually dissipating in reality.

Every night I called my wife; her cold seemed to be better. We let each other know we were safe, and we chatted and laughed on the phone. She seemed quite happy. For some reason, after my business trip, I felt a little uneasy. Luckily, I brought my laptop, and I started asking my wife to video chat with me every night. Every time we video chatted, I could see my wife's beautiful and dignified face, mature yet youthful. She was very photogenic; her pure expression and charming smile made her seem like an ethereal girl. Whenever my colleagues had dinner together, they would praise my wife's beauty and how lucky I was. When I showed them Mengying's high school photos, they always looked at this beautiful woman with her delicate face, voluptuous figure, and sexy legs with disbelief, and then made comparisons. When you don't have the resources, life really does require taking a gamble.

"Honey, are you having fun over there?" The alluring voice from the other end of the video call interrupted my thoughts.

"Yeah, it's alright. The scenery here is really beautiful. I'll bring you here next time." "Don't say 'next time.' You never keep your word. I'll be on vacation in two weeks. Take me out to play, okay?" "Sure, it's no fun traveling alone. I really don't feel comfortable without you by my side. It's only been less than a week, and I already miss you so much, honey." My wife smiled, resting her beautiful face on her hands. "I see you're doing quite well. You sleep alone in this big bed, no one's fighting you for the blanket. Hehe." "I don't feel comfortable sleeping without you lying next to me. I like to sleep with your warm body in my arms." My wife pouted again and said softly, "I knew you weren't thinking anything good. I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to take a shower." "Go ahead." After saying that, she got up and went to the bathroom. I switched to the desktop and started browsing the internet, mainly looking at the news about League of Legends this week. My colleagues formed a 5-man raid group, and I, a newbie, was assigned to support. They all say I'm born to be a support.

A moment later, a familiar voice chimed in. "Huh, that's strange," I thought, "why is there a WeChat message notification? It's from my wife. Her phone's on the table; I figured it's just a WeChat ad." A while later, it rang again, but I ignored it. Then it rang several more times in a row. I started to wonder, who could it be? Sending so many messages to Mengying late at night? Even colleagues and classmates wouldn't send her so many messages, especially at night. My heart was pounding; I had a strange feeling. After a long while, Mengying came out of the shower. Through my newly bought HD webcam, I could see her wrapped in a towel, her slightly damp hair still cascading over her shoulders. She brushed a few strands of hair behind her fair ears. A pink bra strap hung from her shoulders, her full breasts encased in the towel. Her wasp waist and shapely hips looked incredibly sexy under the towel, and her lower body revealed the lower half of her snow-white thighs, her straight legs long and full. I'm very familiar with Mengying's body; her legs are full, smooth, elastic, and fleshy, unlike some women whose legs are as thin as sticks.

"What are you looking at? Your eyes are practically glued to the screen. Haven't you ever seen your beautiful wife before? Hehe." Mengying smiled as she sat down in front of the computer.

I looked away and replied, "My wife is so beautiful, I can never get tired of looking at her." Then I casually added, "Oh, your phone just rang."

Mengying paused, picked up her phone from the table, and looked down at it. Her slender fingers slowly swiped across the screen. From my angle, I couldn't see the content of the phone, only that she was swiping back and forth. It seemed that she had received many messages on WeChat. I was about to ask what was going on when she tapped the screen a few times and turned off the phone. She looked up at the screen, then at the camera, and her face turned red. She looked flustered, her lips pursed as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. Before I could think, she spoke, "Nothing, just an advertisement. Why aren't you asleep yet? I'm going to sleep. Remember to call me when you arrive tomorrow." I forced myself to remain calm, "Okay, you go to sleep. You have to go to work tomorrow. I'll play for a little longer and then log off." Mengying exchanged a few more pleasantries with me and then logged off.

My thoughts started to race. All the signs indicated that Mengying was hiding something from me. Could it be...? Impossible, Mengying wouldn't do this. I dared not think any further. I got into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and tried to suffocate myself, then let out deep breaths to clear my head. My train leaves tomorrow afternoon, and I'll arrive the day after tomorrow morning. I really hope to go home soon.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard a noise near my bed. This hotel had terrible soundproofing. My room was the first one in the hallway, and next door was Ah Ling's room, but she hadn't taken her husband with her on her business trip. "Ah, ah," I recognized the sound as a woman's moans, and my heart started racing again. I pressed my face against the wall, listening intently: "Mmm, oh, you, ah, you're fucking me to death, ah mmm," Ah Ling cried out loudly. Ah Ling was the kind of alluring and charming office worker, and while discovering her affair wasn't particularly surprising, witnessing it firsthand was incredibly exciting. "You slut, my big cock is killing you, isn't it?" It was Rui Qiang's voice. "Ah, Brother Qiang, mmm, you're so amazing, you're fucking me to death, ah mmm," followed by the sound of fleshy buttocks slapping against flesh.

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3.
Is having an affair really this exciting? I started fantasizing, imagining that woman panting heavily—my beautiful wife Mengying, her face flushed from just now—was secretly being ridden by someone next door. Her bath towel had already been removed from the floor, her pink bra was thrown on the bedside table, and her beautiful forehead was already covered in fragrant sweat. Mengying's cheeks and neck were flushed from being sucked by the man, her soft breasts were being squeezed and molded into various shapes by rough hands, her nipples were being pinched at the base by thumbs and gradually became erect and hard, her thick, long penis was thrusting back and forth in her hot, wet vagina, her fair legs were wrapped around the man's thick waist like snakes, her buttocks thrusting and pulling, her genitals being violently impacted, making a slapping sound…

I don't know how much time passed, I could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy, and with Ah Ling's high-pitched moans, I actually ejaculated. Slowly, I fell asleep.

The next day, Mr. Bao knocked on the door, saying he was getting ready to check out. We had a quick lunch and prepared to catch the afternoon train. During this time, I glanced at Ah Ling and Rui Qiang; they seemed perfectly normal, chatting as if nothing had happened the day before. Mr. Bao, however, looked at Ah Ling with disdain; perhaps he had also discovered their affair. It seems desire can only control lonely nights. In the vast sea of people, in the bright sunshine of the morning, under the pressure of busy work and a regular life, it's nothing.

I got home at 6 a.m. As I walked up the stairs, I tiptoed, like a thief. I nervously opened the bedroom door, peering into the living room. Everything was the same as usual; the bedroom door was tightly shut. I felt a surge of excitement. I hesitated for a moment, then gently opened the bedroom door. A week's worth of doubt, confusion, and unease had finally ended.

Meng Ying lay quietly in bed as usual, wrapped in a blanket. The surroundings were exactly the same as before; it was as if nothing had happened. I should be happy, but my feelings are complicated, a kind of indescribable emotion.

I bought a lot of gifts on my business trip, and I was unpacking my luggage in the living room when Mengying woke up. She rubbed her eyes and rushed over to hug me. "Awei, you're finally back! You didn't even call!" Mengying said, sounding a little reproachful.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to surprise you. Look what I put on you." I brought her a crystal necklace; you always have to pamper your wife, especially when you feel guilty towards her. I took her to the mirror in the restroom and helped her put it on. She was very happy.

I didn't sleep well on the train last night; the snoring in the sleeper berth was too loud and woke me up several times. I told my wife I wanted to sleep a little longer this morning and get up after lunch. I tidied up my luggage and put my clothes in the bathroom. Suddenly, I saw Mengying's purple panties and bra, along with a pair of flesh-colored bodysuits, all mixed together in the basin. I bought this for our wedding anniversary, and she scolded me at the time, saying she was embarrassed to wear such sexy clothes. I picked it up and looked at it; it seemed to have been soaked in water. I asked her... Mengying, still washing her face, said, "Why did you decide to wear this underwear? You haven't worn it in ages." "The other day, city leaders came to inspect and required us to wear work uniforms, so I wore this underneath." She put down the towel, came over, and took the clothes from my hand, along with my change of clothes, and put them in the basin to soak. "Go and rest. I'm on leave today. I'll wash the clothes first, and then wake you up when I've finished cooking." I nodded and started washing my face and brushing my teeth. "These leaders nowadays are so lecherous. How can students concentrate in class dressed like this?" Mengying wiped her forehead and said:

"You think it's all you? You're just overthinking things." I turned around and gave her a defiant look. After a quick wash, I went to bed.

In the afternoon, I went to Mengying's parents' house, which was about a half-hour drive from ours. As soon as we entered, I quickly presented them with gifts, and also brought a gift for her older sister, Mengting. Mengting works with her brother-in-law, Achang, in his hometown and only comes home on holidays. They have a 3-year-old son. Achang is 35 and a department head at a company—much more successful than me. Mengting is 29 and a teacher at a preschool. They met while working away from home. Mengting is three years older than her, but to me, she looks much older. Maybe women age faster as they get older.

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