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Witnessing my wife being with another man on New Year's Eve... (Repost) 

Witnessing my wife being with someone else on New Year's Eve...
This is a real problem that still troubles me and I can't escape it, yet it carries a
strange thrill that's hard to define precisely.

Last year, after New Year's Eve dinner, my wife and I returned home, each busily preparing for various
New Year's entertainment activities.

This was our second New Year's Eve after marriage, and neither of us wanted to give up our social circles, so we decided
to entertain our own friends. But coincidentally, my wife's and my friends all booked the same rock theater
; my friend was in a private room, and my wife's classmate was in the lobby. This way, we avoided
the awkwardness of not being together during the New Year.

To save time, my wife and I each used a separate bathroom to shower. After showering, I went to the master bedroom to find
some clothes, and what I saw excited me. The air conditioner was on, and my wife was putting on makeup at the dressing table, wearing a black lace
lingerie set. Because she was leaning forward, her buttocks, clad in a thong, looked
particularly round and sexy. The most shocking thing was that she was wearing a pair of long, fishnet stockings. I always thought only
very modern, sexy women wore stockings like that, but it turns out my wife looked just as sexy in them.

To be honest, maybe we were too familiar with each other, so we overlooked each other. I didn't say anything; my wife was diligently
putting on her makeup, and I just watched her intently. I admired her full breasts, her snow-white,
round buttocks, and her perfectly proportioned waist in the mirror.

I couldn't help but sigh! I'm always chasing after those flowers outside, forgetting that the flower in my own home is so
beautiful. Just constant companionship lacks passion; something so readily available isn't something to be eagerly devoured.
Thinking about it, our sex life, which is basically only once or twice a month, is also so rushed, and I
felt a pang of unease. I immediately had an urge to have my way with my wife right now.

I sat behind my wife, kissing her shoulder, my hands instinctively cupping her full breasts
. The sensation of caressing them through her soft lace lingerie was so pleasurable. Before I could even savor
the moment, my wife pushed me away, urging me to hurry and change so we wouldn't be late. I ignored her and continued to try and make love to her until
she got a little angry. Only then did I reluctantly change and go to the lobby to smoke and wait for her.

About ten minutes later, my wife came downstairs. I started paying close attention to her outfit: a blue trench coat, a leather
mini-skirt, knee-high boots, and fishnet stockings. Combined with her newfound curly hair, she exuded a modern, sophisticated air
. I realized then that my wife had a mature, sophisticated charm.

Upon arriving at our destination, I first greeted my wife at her classmates' table—three couples plus
a colleague of her classmate's husband. Since the rock bar was very noisy, I only had a couple of drinks before saying goodbye and going to
my friend's private room.

As we bid farewell to the old year and welcomed the new, my old friends were having a great time drinking and celebrating. I used the excuse of going to
the restroom to drop by my wife's table; their table was bustling with activity. My wife had left her coat at home, wearing only a slightly low-cut
spring/autumn dress. After a while, seeing how happy my wife was and how little she paid attention to me, I felt at ease and went back to spending time with my friends
.

After midnight, after celebrating with my friends, I wanted to join my wife and her friends. Squeezing through the crowd
, I glanced in their direction and saw the man standing next to my wife had his hand on her waist.
I quickened my pace and went over. It turned out to be a colleague of my wife's classmate's husband.

When the man saw me, he withdrew his hand. I didn't say anything, and everyone raised their glasses to celebrate the New Year
. Afterwards, my wife kissed me and then went back to playing dice and drinking with the man. I started to sized up the
man; he was quite tall, a little younger than us, probably around twenty-six or twenty-seven, and quite handsome.

After a few drinks with my wife's classmates, the man raised his glass and clinked it with mine, then handed me a business
card. I glanced at it; his surname was Zhang, and he was a department manager. He seemed quite humble, so I didn't pursue the matter further.
I figured my wife rarely went out, so it was fine for her to have some fun occasionally. After a few more drinks, I
returned to my friends' private room.

Around 2 AM, I felt quite drunk, but I couldn't resist drinking more. My stomach felt nauseous, and
I was dizzy and lightheaded, so I got up to say goodbye and went to my wife's table. My wife seemed to be quite tipsy too, so I
told her we should leave.

But her classmates kept urging me to drink more, and after a few more drinks, I rushed to the restroom and vomited.
I staggered back to the table, and only then did they stop. Since they were worried about my wife and me, and Zhang didn't have
his car, they asked him to drive us home. I was so dizzy and lightheaded
that I didn't say anything, and I fell asleep in the car.

A sudden burst of firecrackers woke me. Feeling parched, I turned on the bedside lamp to get a drink
of water, only to find a glass on the bedside table, which I gulped down. Just as I was about to turn off the light and go back to sleep, I realized my wife
wasn't in bed. I checked the time; it was almost four o'clock, so I got dressed and got up.

I went to the other bedroom on the second floor, but my wife wasn't there. Thinking she might be downstairs, I
went down. Halfway down the stairs, before I even reached the corner, I heard sounds coming from the television, faintly mixed with
a woman's moans. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be my wife making those sounds? I
sobered up instantly and quickly tiptoed to the corner, slowly peeking out to see what was going on.

What I saw was a scene I will never forget. The main lights in the living room were off, only
the spotlights above the large sofa were on. The television was playing a program, and there were two cups of tea on the coffee table. My wife, wearing only
a leather miniskirt that reached her waist and the fishnet stockings I loved, was straddling Zhang, who was completely naked. Zhang held my wife
's round buttocks with both hands, his head buried in her chest, kissing her full, white breasts incessantly. My wife held
Zhang's head, letting him stimulate her breasts, her buttocks swaying back and forth, emitting
moans I had never heard before.

I was stunned by the sight and took two steps back, leaning against the wall. I kept asking myself: Is this my
wife? Is this really my wife? Just as I was still in shock, I suddenly heard my wife let out a sound...
A strange cry rang out. I didn't know what was happening, so I slowly peeked out again. I saw my wife
clinging tightly to Zhang, her buttocks pressed firmly against his penis, as if everything had frozen in that
moment.

It was all so ironic. My wife and I had been married for two years, and she had never had an
orgasm. I, who had never given up searching for prey outside, now had my own wife become someone else's
prey, completely conquered by another man in our own home, right before my eyes.

My mind went blank. I didn't know what to do. Strangely,
I felt no anger, only a strange, overwhelming calm. Perhaps it really was a cycle.
When you focus your attention on other women, your wife is lonely. The comfort she needs cannot
be obtained from you. When another man can give it to her, will she refuse?

Slowly, the frozen scene before my eyes began to move again. My wife whispered something in Zhang's ear,
and then they kissed passionately. Because the TV was on, I didn't hear what my wife was saying. My wife
's buttocks started swaying again, her mouth and hands relentlessly eroding every inch of her skin. Their hunger and desire
were so perfectly in sync, their wetness blending together to the fullest extent. Unconsciously, without even realizing it
, I found my penis was also aroused. I was even a little scared. What was happening? My wife
was being fucked to the point of ecstasy by someone else, and I...

I began a fierce internal struggle. In the end, I couldn't resist
the stimulation from Zhang kneading my wife's breasts, and the allure of her moans I'd never heard before. I started masturbating, enjoying
the pornographic film my wife was acting in.

Soon, my wife's orgasm erupted again, her satisfied cries almost breaking my heart. My wife got up and
sat next to Zhang, panting, her two swollen breasts rising and falling. At this moment, my curiosity led
my gaze to the penis that was driving my wife to ecstasy.

I have to admit, that penis that had just come out of my wife's vagina was much bigger than mine,
and it was practically pressed against Zhang's stomach. I suddenly realized that it wasn't wearing a condom.
My wife always forces me to wear one when we have sex, so it seems she has a good feeling about him.

A strong sense of jealousy welled up inside me, but what could I do at this moment? Even if you can force a person to move,
can you force your heart to? I'll accept it for now and not think about it too much.

Zhang turned his head and kissed my wife's ear while caressing her breasts with one hand. My wife closed her eyes,
enjoying his caresses and kisses, and responded by grabbing his penis. Zhang slowly laid my wife down on
the sofa, took off her short skirt, and lay on top of her, playing with her full breasts, sometimes
kneading them, sometimes caressing them, sometimes biting her nipples, sometimes letting his tongue wander between her breasts. My wife
moaned excitedly, her hands stroking Zhang's back vigorously.

I don't know how much time passed. I was just gently stroking my own penis, afraid I'd
ejaculate because I was too excited.

Zhang pressed down on his wife, spreading her legs, and grabbed his penis with one hand to position it.
After his wife let out a soft "Ah," Zhang's lower body began to move violently. Instantly, the entire living room
was filled with lust. The "slap slap" sounds of their genitals touching, his wife's passionate cries, and Zhang's panting
made even the sofa creak with excitement.

Only I dared not make a sound, silently enjoying this special pornographic scene.
The two of them started kissing as they fucked, his wife's hands on Zhang's buttocks, helping him thrust more powerfully
. Zhang would occasionally squeeze his wife
's high breasts, then he knelt down, grasping her breasts with both hands and thrusting forcefully. His wife followed his rhythm, responding to his attacks,
constantly emitting extremely excited moans.

After a fierce thrust, Zhang let out a cry and collapsed heavily onto his wife. His wife
wrapped her arms around his back, letting him ejaculate inside her, enjoying herself immensely, completely
oblivious to any potential consequences.

I glanced at the clock in the living room, which hadn't stopped for anyone; it was almost five. The two of them were embracing and
whispering. Afraid they'd find out when they were done, I quickly returned to the bedroom and pretended to be asleep. Lying there with extremely mixed feelings,
about ten minutes later, my wife tiptoed into the bedroom, grabbed her pajamas, and went to the bathroom to shower
.

I wasn't sleepy at all; I just lay in bed pretending, the image of Zhang holding my wife's breasts and having sex with her constantly flashing through my mind
. My penis was hard and throbbing, showing no sign of wanting to rest. After waiting a long
time, still not seeing my wife come to bed, I got up again to look for her and found her sleeping in another bedroom.

Looking at her sleeping, and recalling the passionate scene we'd just shared, I couldn't help but slip into her bed.
My wife, half-asleep, asked, "Are you sober?" I didn't answer, just kept kneading
her swollen breasts through her pajamas. I'd heard before that a woman's breasts become firmer after an orgasm, and now I finally understood
that legendary suppleness.

Recalling the image of my wife being penetrated, I became incredibly excited. I quickly pulled off her pajamas and
reached down to her genitals; they were already soaking wet—something that had never happened before! I became even more excited,
immediately climbing on top of her and thrusting in, pumping wildly.

This time, my wife didn't ask me to use a condom. After a few thrusts, she started moaning excitedly.
Perhaps it was too much excitement, or perhaps it was the masturbation I'd just done, but I ejaculated within minutes. My wife pushed me away and went into the bathroom
, where I drifted off to sleep.

These past few days I've changed myself, trying hard to please my wife, helping her with housework, staying home with her, trying to change
what's happened, trying my best to forget what happened that night. But I think my wife has fallen in love with Zhang
's penis. Today my wife dressed very sexily and went out, saying she was having a colleague's party and didn't need me to take her.

I secretly followed her to a bar, and she sat at a table with only one man there.
The man was Zhang, the one who had brought her to multiple orgasms. I wanted to stop it all from continuing, yet I also wanted it to happen again
before my eyes. Finally, hesitantly, I left the bar and went home.

While asking myself, "What's wrong with me?", I was also wondering if Zhang was currently fondling my wife's full
breasts? Was my wife experiencing another intense sexual encounter, moaning with excitement? I think my
mind has gone awry…

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