Real records of wives having sex with men

I got back from a business trip after 9 pm. I didn't have time to call my wife, and I figured it wasn't necessary. We've been married for so many years, and I'm used to frequent business trips.

The lights were off; it seemed no one was home. Maybe my wife had gone to the community garden square for aerobics. I didn't think much of it. My wife is a kindergarten teacher; she's in good shape and has maintained it since we got married, often going to the community aerobics class to stay fit. I gently opened the door and went inside. Sure enough, no one was home, and the lights were

off. I changed into slippers and was about to turn on the living room light when suddenly a strange premonition struck me like lightning, and my heart started pounding wildly… A familiar, primal sound and scent emanated from the bedroom, permeating the entire house… My mind went blank for a few seconds. When I regained consciousness, I noticed the bedside lamp light faintly shining through the slightly ajar bedroom door. Suddenly, my heart pounded. A primal, instinctive shock, mixed with anger, overwhelmed me. I tiptoed barefoot towards the bedroom door, peering… The scene before me, in an instant, confirmed all my guesses and curiosities—in the dim light of the bedside lamp, two naked bodies writhed and twisted together, their low moans a mixture of male and female, filled with primal wildness and excitement… An overwhelming anger and jealousy ignited a raging fire within me. Before I could fully recover, a certain organ within me stirred, and an uncontrollable warmth and agitation in my lower abdomen suppressed my anger. An incredibly stimulating primal instinct and desire began to swell within me; I desperately wanted to see more clearly, the thrill of voyeurism filling my entire being. My body and soul—I desperately wanted to see the two bodies entwined on the bed—my heart was pounding in my chest—my wife's familiar, young, and beautiful face came into view. She lay with her eyes closed between a man's legs, her legs spread wide, the thick pubic hair at the base of her thighs clearly visible under the light, the alluring cleft faintly discernible…

The naked man squatted above my wife's head, grasping his erect penis in his hand and placing it in her mouth, watching her eagerly lick his glans… My wife licked the man's crotch with great effort, her tongue moving incessantly, her hands… She was still stroking the man's testicles, his glans turning bright red from being licked in her mouth. The fluid flowing from his testicles down to his anus was being slowly licked away by her, deliberately teasing him with her tongue. The man groaned involuntarily with pleasure. When he looked up, I realized he was the husband of the head of my wife's workplace, a young and promising man, about our age. I'd forgotten which department he was now the director of. I hadn't even noticed when my wife and he started seeing each other. No wonder my wife had casually mentioned that her colleague's husband was quite nice—it was him!

At this moment, the thrill and excitement of spying on my wife having sex with another man filled my brain. My wife's infidelity and betrayal were temporarily beyond my attention. Perhaps my subconscious hadn't yet processed it. My lower body was uncontrollably itchy, and I instinctively gripped my erect penis. My throat tightened, and I felt thirsty...

The man on the bed couldn't resist the pleasure of his wife licking his anus. He grasped her two full breasts and kneaded them hard. His lips pressed against the thick pubic hair between her thighs. Stimulated, her vulva opened wider, ready to receive his tongue...

The two naked people began licking each other's genitals in a 69 position. My heart pounded wildly as I watched the man lick his wife's genitals. His tongue gently parted the plump labia beneath the pubic hair, revealing the alluring opening. That vagina, which I had fucked countless times, was actually opening for another man! My brain was spinning... My

wife was being licked so hard she was moaning loudly. She licked even faster, and the man's anus involuntarily opened up as she licked it. She even took the opportunity to stick her tongue inside...

It turned out that the man had suddenly stuck his tongue into my wife's vagina, licking the tender flesh inside the hole. No wonder she was so itchy that she couldn't control herself and licked into the man's anus! My wife is usually very particular; I always make sure she showers before we make love. They must have taken a bath together beforehand, otherwise why would she be licking a man's anus so diligently…

The man's penis was already extremely aroused, with a lot of fluid flowing from the glans. My wife's vulva was also licked red and wet. Suddenly, the man lifted my wife up, made her kneel on the bed, and stick her buttocks up. My wife was as docile as a lamb, sticking her buttocks high, presenting her beautiful vulva to the man's eyes…

At that moment, I suddenly thought of that man's wife, the young kindergarten principal, and suddenly I felt very excited. Seeing her husband preparing to have sex with my wife on the bed, I actually felt a thrill and pleasure I had never experienced before! Am I a bit of a pervert? Perhaps most married men in reality enjoy watching their wives being with other men. It's just a subconscious psychological urge, a stimulating sexual game, but whether they can handle it afterwards is another matter. At this moment, I can't even gauge anger or jealousy; only intense stimulation and pleasure compel me to continue peeping…

My wife's snow-white, plump buttocks are raised. That man is very experienced; he's not in a hurry to penetrate that eagerly waiting vagina. He raises his erect penis, pressing it against my wife's wet, tender vulva, gently rubbing it. My wife moans softly, her buttocks constantly… She writhed, her moans growing louder…

My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. The two naked bodies on the bed made me dizzy. Suddenly, I felt incredibly thirsty and aroused. I wanted to fuck that man's wife. My penis was painfully hard to hold. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Oh, how wonderful it would be to have sex with her! Only now did I realize that sex must be a very exciting game. My brain was almost going to lose consciousness…

Watching the man on the bed rubbing and playing with his penis against his wife's vulva, the image of the young kindergarten principal floated into my mind. I imagined meeting her at the kindergarten… I carried her to the garden lawn, had her lift her skirt, lean against a tree, and stick her plump, snow-white buttocks up towards me. I gently pulled her panties down to her thighs, revealing her beautiful vulva. Then, like her husband, I pressed against her vulva and gently rubbed, enjoying her ecstatic moans…

My wife had licked her husband's anus, and I wanted to experience the pleasure of her anus too. I had her raise her buttocks and pressed my glans against her anus. It was so tight. Looking at her elegant and virtuous appearance, it seemed like she had never been deflowered. My excited penis slid in, and her anus involuntarily contracted, tightly gripping my glans. The moment it penetrated, she couldn't help but cry out, her buttocks twisting incessantly, trying to pull away from the glans. However, the penetration deepened, and entering her anus felt different from entering her vagina—the anus was tight like a virgin's, while the vagina was slippery. The pleasure of entering her anus was indescribable; the intense pleasure and stimulation of possession made the man feel proud…

The woman's loud moans snapped me back to reality. My mind focused; the moans I'd been fantasizing about were actually coming from my wife in the room. The man was holding my wife's buttocks with both hands, and he thrust himself into her body! The violent thrusting caused my wife to moan involuntarily, writhing and arching her hips higher and higher. I couldn't control the surging lust within me; my lower body felt like it was about to explode…

The man was thoroughly enjoying himself, savoring my wife's tender flesh. He kneaded her swaying breasts, making her so itchy that she collapsed onto the bed, weak and unable to move. The man straddled her, bending down to suckle her nipples. My wife was already excited, her nipples erect. Watching another man suckle her breasts only intensified her excitement and stimulation…

My wife couldn't wait any longer. She spread her legs, letting the man lift them, and his erect penis plunged deep inside her. My wife moaned involuntarily, responding to the man's thrusts… The man thrust powerfully, her voice a dreamlike whisper, "Oh, I can't take it anymore, come quickly, husband..."

Stimulated by her intoxicated expression, the man thrust even more violently, his penis plunging in and out of her, his two swollen testicles slapping against the entrance. His wife moaned, stroking his testicles with her hands, writhing beneath him. The man, aroused, thrust violently, suddenly letting out a shout, pulling out his penis and placing it on his wife's head. His white semen sprayed onto her face. His wife moaned, her eyes tightly closed, her body still writhing from orgasm, her arms wrapped tightly around him, making him put his penis in her mouth. She lovingly licked his red glans, whispering sweetly in her dream, "Darling, you're so good..."

Chapter Two

The man lay limp on top of his wife, who clung tightly to him. The room reeked of fresh semen…

I jolted awake, jolted from my state of heightened arousal…

Two naked bodies were still intertwined and writhing on the bed. My consciousness was clouded by the intense stimulation and pleasure, but my subconscious urges me to react with lightning speed: What should I do? This thought flashed through my mind, and in a state of confusion and fear, I found myself instinctively grabbing my suitcase and fleeing the house. I quietly locked the door behind me, my heart pounding wildly, incredibly nervous. I went down to the community garden, sat on a stone bench, and watched the people exercising in the green garden under the night sky. The image of my wife's snow-white body writhing beneath another man still flashed through my mind…

Suddenly, I felt a surge of anger and shame. I clenched my fist and slammed it against the stone bench, crying out in pain. What should I do? What should I do? My mind was in turmoil. I lit a cigarette in frustration…

About an hour later, with several cigarette butts scattered around my feet, my mood gradually calmed down. A strange stimulation reignited my excitement, as if I had spied on my wife's privacy, glimpsing another side of her virtuous and docile nature. This feeling made me extremely aroused, filled with an uncontrollable impulse and resentment. The anger caused by my wife's betrayal was gradually suppressed by excitement. I swallowed hard to avoid the tightness in my throat. At that moment, the light in the upstairs living room came on, followed by the opening of the security door in the hallway. In the darkness, I could vaguely see the man coming downstairs alone. He started his car, the headlights came on, and he drove out of the complex.
I looked up. The bedroom light was on, reflecting my wife's figure as she moved around, probably tidying up the room. Suddenly, I felt a surge of desire, a certain part of my body aroused. The sexual urge I had been suppressing during the spying earlier was now starting to feel uncomfortable. Although I was incredibly excited, I rationally suppressed it and held back.

I deliberately delayed for another ten minutes or so, and seeing that the bedroom light was off, I guessed she was almost done packing before I stood up, dragging my suitcase home. As I went upstairs, my mood was temporarily clouded and conflicted again. I shook my head vigorously, trying to clear my head. I bit my lip and finally decided to take out my key and open the door.

The moment the door opened, the first thing I saw was my wife, who almost jumped up from the living room sofa in shock. She had been lounging lazily on the sofa, wearing a light blue slip dress after her shower. Her face was flushed, whether from the lingering effects of lovemaking or from shock, she stared at me speechlessly. I couldn't even look her in the eye, as if I had done something wrong… I

froze for a few seconds. My wife suddenly snapped out of it: "Honey!" she almost shouted, "Why are you back?!" I feigned surprise: "Why can't I come back?" My wife said, "Oh, you didn't even call me before you came back!" I replied with a forced smile, "Just a sudden check, huh? To see if you've been behaving yourself at home!" A fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of guilt crossed my wife's face, before she regained her composure and naturalness. She came forward to take my luggage, saying sweetly, "Honey, of course I've been behaving myself! I look forward to your return every day..."

Looking at the glimpses of her full, trembling breasts beneath her slip dress, my penis involuntarily hardened. My wife went into the bedroom to put away her suitcase, and I followed. The faint scent of semen lingered in the room, fueling my desire and making me lose all control. All my thoughts and desires vanished...
My wife bent down to unpack the clothes from the suitcase, her full buttocks slightly protruding beneath her nightgown. This allure made my blood boil. I couldn't help but walk up to her, wrap my arms around her waist, my erect penis pressing against her soft buttocks through her nightgown... "

Oh," my wife moaned softly, turning back with a smile. "Honey... do you want me?"

I lifted her skirt; she wasn't wearing underwear. Her thick pubic hair was fully visible between her snow-white, full buttocks. Just as I was about to pull out my penis, my wife pleaded again, "Honey, let's take a shower first." I said, "Okay, let's shower together." She agreed. I quickly stripped off her nightgown, picked her up, and carried her into the bathroom. My face was very close to hers, and suddenly the scene I had been spying on flashed before my eyes again: that man had placed his penis on my wife's face, his white semen spraying onto her face…

I could almost smell the semen. A strange excitement made me suffocate. I felt dizzy; it wasn't until my wife filled the bathtub and stripped me naked that I came to my senses...

I pulled my wife into the bathtub, our naked bodies tightly intertwined. My wife held my penis and gently stroked it; she sucked on my nipples, the tingling sensation was quite nice. I couldn't help but run my hand through her hair, and with my other hand, I grasped her breast and gently kneaded it...

My wife sucked on my nipple, her lips slowly moving down, gliding over her chest... over her lower abdomen. I involuntarily arched my back, matching her movements... "Honey, has my little brother been messing around outside?" my wife asked with a coquettish laugh. Remembering the scene of her giving that man oral sex earlier, I didn't want to answer, only making a couple of muffled hums. My wife stuck out her tongue and started licking my glans. It was so warm and wet; I could feel her smooth tongue. My wife held my glans tightly in her mouth, her tongue gently licking the small opening, making me involuntarily erect. My glans leaked fluid. My wife licked the small opening of my glans until it slightly parted, then started feeding it saliva. This feeling made my glans feel like it was about to explode with pleasure. My penis was in her warm, wet mouth... It felt like it was expanding infinitely, making me groan involuntarily, my hands kneading her nipples hard...

My wife's nipples began to harden and stand erect, her thighs clamped tightly together, her buttocks twisting incessantly. I couldn't take it anymore, my penis just wanted to go deeper and deeper. My wife murmured softly, cooperating with me as I took my penis deep into her throat, the head of my penis pressing against the depths of her throat, the tender flesh trembling around the head of my penis. My wife's eyes were tightly closed, the entire penis was inside her mouth, the two swollen testicles swaying. My body and mind were in ecstasy, the electric-like pleasure making me twitch involuntarily.

My wife's lips were tightly wrapped around my penis, and my glans suddenly swelled and erupted, ejaculating. My wife moaned softly, still not letting me pull out, the semen spraying all into her mouth. The twitching of my glans during ejaculation caused her to swallow it all. In the moment of climax, the image of that man having his wife suck his penis after ejaculating flashed through my mind. So this is what pleasure and ecstasy feel like. Such a gentle and considerate woman makes a man feel incredibly tender and loving. The anger I felt towards her betrayal seemed temporarily insignificant. My penis gradually softened in my wife's mouth, and she lovingly licked my glans, opening her eyes and smiling at me. My heart suddenly swelled with emotion. My wife's tenderness and consideration were rare; we had a truly harmonious sex life. With such a wife, what more could I ask for? This thought flashed through my mind, and then I suddenly became concerned about her betrayal. My only regret was that she had cheated on me…

What should I do? That troubling question resurfaced in my mind. Actually, I admit I couldn't bear to leave my wife. If I hadn't discovered her infidelity today, she would be considered a perfect wife and mother…

Such contradictory and complex emotions! I sighed softly, and the fatigue after ejaculation washed over me. I closed my eyes, lay in the bathtub, and kneaded and played with her breasts: "Wife, I love you…"

These words felt somewhat insincere today. Before, they were a heartfelt concluding remark after intercourse.

I didn't know what to do; my mind was in turmoil. "I'll deal with it tomorrow," I told myself.

Chapter Three:

Lying in bed, my wife, probably too engrossed in the recent lovemaking, quickly fell asleep in my arms. But I couldn't sleep. An indescribable, complex mix of emotions surged within me. Stroking my wife's soft, fragrant body, the stimulating scene I had just witnessed kept flashing before my eyes. A strange restlessness and a strong primal desire stirred within me…

Gazing at my wife's sweet, sleeping face, I suddenly and vaguely saw her as that man's wife—a young and beautiful kindergarten principal. A surge of intense desire rose within me, calming the complex emotions within. A vengeful thrill then spread through every cell of my body. However, this pleasure was fleeting. I was soon overcome with frustration and disappointment. Sleeping with my wife's boss—that seemingly virtuous and elegant principal—wouldn't be easy. It was a real headache…

I involuntarily frowned and shook my head…

After much thought, I still had no clue. "Sigh, forget it," I told myself, "just go to sleep…"

The city night was shrouded in a tranquil glow. Under the pale moonlight, in every bedroom, how many naked men and women were entwined in passion? Chang'e, resting shyly under the osmanthus tree on the moon, peeked into each bedroom by the dim moonlight, watching the men and women's bodies thrust and

respond to each other. Just as she was becoming engrossed in the spectacle, panting softly, suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind, grabbing Chang'e around the waist and grasping her full, soft breasts… Chang'e was startled. Turning around, she covered her face with her hands in shame. It was Wu Gang, completely naked, his strong muscles clearly defined in the moonlight, his thick penis proudly erect, the glans trembling incessantly…
Wu Gang held Chang'e's breasts in his hands, gently kneading… She was overwhelmed by the tingling sensation, and instead of struggling, she became increasingly limp... Oh, she moaned softly, panting heavily. Her dress had been stripped off by Wu Gang, and her lower body was already soft, warm, and wet... Wu Gang sat on the stone bench under the tree, his penis erect. He pulled Chang'e into his arms, lifted her up, spread her legs, and pulled her onto his lap. His penis plunged completely into Chang'e's vagina...

Ah, Chang'e groaned involuntarily. The intense pleasure at the moment of penetration spread from her lower body like an electric current throughout her entire body. She couldn't help but twist her slender waist, using her vagina to tease the penis inside her. Oh, her soft moans strongly stimulated Wu Gang. He grasped her swaying, snow-white breasts. He took her two pink, hard nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. His erect penis made her twist and thrust. Chang'e's clitoris was pressed against by the thick, long penis, and her nipples were sucked until they were unbearably itchy. Intense pleasure surged like a tide. With rapid moans, semen flowed from her vagina and onto Wu Gang's two swollen testicles, leaving a wet patch...

In the moonlight, on the stone bench under the dense shade of the flowering trees, a blissful picture of paradise was presented—two naked bodies embraced tightly, the thick penis connecting their bodies. Chang'e's snow-white, plump buttocks swayed and twisted incessantly, and her beautiful anus was excitedly opened by the friction of the two testicles outside her vagina. Seemingly anticipating the insertion of another penis…

the moans and gasps of the man and woman filled the silent moonlit night. In the grass, two snow-white jade rabbits couldn't resist their arousal; the female rabbit lay docilely on the ground, letting the male rabbit mount her, enjoying the pleasure of mating…
Chang'e's moans grew more rapid, her breasts throbbing with an intense primal urge, causing her to quicken her pace, twisting up and down, pushing the penis inside her deeper into her cervix. The tender, soft flesh of her cervix enveloped the man's entire glans tightly, very tight and slippery…

***More, both of their thick pubic hair were completely wet. Wu Gang felt his glans burning from the pressure of Chang'e's vagina, as if it were about to burst. He roared softly, gripping Chang'e's buttocks tightly, and thrust forward violently, his penis penetrating Chang'e's uterus! Ah, she was suffocated by the intense pleasure deep within her body, moaning with ecstasy! It turned out that Wu Gang's two swollen testicles were releasing a torrent of semen, shooting from his bright red glans and directly into the uterine wall! So much semen flowed out of her vagina, and Chang'e's vagina trembled with orgasm, tightly gripping his penis, unwilling to pull away. Her orgasm hadn't subsided, her panting continued, yet she lay limp in the man's arms…

At that moment, I suddenly woke up. Oh, it was just a wet dream!! Damn, after being married for so long, I still have wet dreams from my youthful days! I laughed at myself in surprise, then touched myself and realized I'd ejaculated. I quickly and nervously looked at my wife beside me. It was already bright, and my wife was no longer in bed. The room was quiet, and the clock on the wall showed past 10. Oh, my wife went to work. I came back early from my business trip last night; no need to rush to work. I'll rest for a couple of days. Seeing that my wife wasn't there, I finally relaxed. I pulled back the covers and saw that my shorts were soaked. My wife had given me oral sex last night and I ejaculated, yet I still had a wet dream and ejaculated so much. It seems that I was too excited by witnessing my wife's infidelity? Damn it, I muttered under my breath, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The warm steam enveloped me; taking a shower after ejaculating in the morning felt quite pleasant. I was still quite satisfied with my muscles in the mirror. They weren't very strong, but they were healthy and well-defined. I thought, it would feel really good to have sex with that man's wife. Then I suddenly remembered my dream last night. The Chang'e in the dream seemed to resemble the kindergarten director I missed. Was it really true that what I thought about during the day manifested in my dreams? The more I thought about it, the more real it seemed. The man having sex with Chang'e also seemed to be myself. No wonder I came so hard...
Suddenly, a strange stirring rose in my heart, making me excited and looking forward to the thrill of revenge. In that instant, I made up my mind to prepare myself. No matter how difficult it was, I had to get his wife into bed. Whether it was to get revenge on his wife for cheating or because I myself longed to have his wife, I couldn't say for sure. My heart was restless and uneasy. A strong desire made it impossible for me to control my reason. My mind was filled only with urgent longing and excitement. My wife's betrayal had temporarily made me forget my anger and jealousy. The thrill of desire and voyeurism diverted my emotions. I didn't want to deal with my wife's infidelity for the time being; I needed to first plan and implement my own scheme, even though it seemed difficult, even impossible…

After showering, I felt a little hungry. I got dressed and went out to eat.

Chapter Four

: I drove around the Third Ring Road, ate some braised pork offal, and then drove aimlessly. The sun was shining brightly, but my mood was somewhat restless. I suddenly remembered the things I had planned to do, but I still had no clue where to start. Frustrated, I drove for nearly an hour and a half, and unknowingly arrived at the entrance of my wife's workplace kindergarten. Since I was already there, I might as well go and check it out. I was somewhat expectant, and my desire was stirring.

I used to frequently drive my wife to work, so I was very familiar with the place. As I entered, the children were doing their morning exercises outdoors, and the teachers were all outside. I spotted my wife immediately; she was wearing a skirt and leading the children in their exercises. She had a great figure, and the skirt made her look slender, with a shapely bust and full hips. She looked so virtuous, elegant, and quiet. Suddenly, I remembered the image of her writhing naked beneath a man last night, which aroused me, making me hard and a little engorged. Just as I was feeling embarrassed, I noticed the kindergarten principal walking towards me, a beaming smile on her face. Was she already here to pick up my wife? I knew all the leaders at my wife's workplace well; we usually greeted each other with jokes.
But today, I felt a little guilty. I just chuckled a few times, but my eyes couldn't help but secretly scrutinize her outfit: the young principal always dressed very well, elegant and fashionable yet composed. Her light-colored short-sleeved top was very stretchy, highlighting her ample breasts, and her dark gray pencil skirt hugged her full, round hips, revealing her curves and tempting my visual senses.

The principal was busy; after greeting me, she walked straight past. The faint scent of her perfume intoxicated me—I couldn't tell if it was the perfume or her curves that captivated me. Watching her beautiful figure gradually disappear into the distance, all that remained in my mind was her slender waist and full, rounded hips. Lost in thought, I noticed my wife had finished leading the exercises. "When did you get here? Honey, what brings you here?" I quickly averted my gaze from the distance and fixed it on her smiling face, then on her alluring lips. Suddenly, my penis felt aroused, as if I could feel the pleasure of her mouth on it… "I just stopped by to see you. Nothing much…" My wife turned and led the children back to the classroom. "I'm going to class now. We'll talk when we get home. Oh, right, you don't need to pick me up. I'll go home by myself."
I agreed, and as I walked out of the school, I secretly glanced at the office the principal had just gone into, but I didn't see her. I had no choice but to go get my car and go home.

Back home, I lay on the living room sofa and turned on the TV. My eyes were fixed on the screen, but my mind wasn't on the plot. The principal's smiling face and figure from earlier kept replaying in my mind, making me restless. The desire in my heart grew stronger and stronger, uncontrollable—imagining her full, snow-white body, her trembling breasts, made me incredibly itchy. But, to actually possess her body was easier said than done. She wasn't a prostitute on the street, available at a moment's notice. If it were that easy, it probably wouldn't be so stimulating and arousing. Perhaps this is the difference between a married woman and a prostitute. A prostitute only releases sexual tension, a purely physiological release, while possessing someone else's wife brings a sense of conquest and satisfaction. This excitement and stimulation are incomparable. An old saying goes: "A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen lover, and
a stolen lover is not as good as one you can't have." These are truly golden words, so true... After a jumble of thoughts, my head was spinning, and the restlessness in my heart gradually subsided. I unknowingly fell asleep... When I woke up, the night was slightly hazy, the streetlights in the neighborhood were just coming on, and my wife hadn't returned yet. I opened the refrigerator, grabbed a can of ice-cold beer, and strolled downstairs, intending to take a walk in the neighborhood garden. After walking around the grass for a while, I glanced casually towards our building, and my nerves suddenly tensed. I saw a familiar car drive into the neighborhood and stop in front of the building. My wife and that man got out of the car together. No wonder she didn't want me to pick her up; someone else was there to pick her up. They got out of the car. My wife was about to go upstairs when the man grabbed her hand, saying something. My wife looked troubled, shaking her head and pointing upstairs. The man still wouldn't let go, pleading, but my wife remained hesitant… My heart went blank, a thousand emotions surging within me. Resentment, shame, and a sour, jealous feeling stung my nose. Just as I didn't know what to do, my wife seemed to have made up her mind and walked towards the car with the man. My heart exploded with a myriad of emotions. The car lights came on; they had started the car. Without thinking, I rushed to my car, my trembling hands managing to start it. I followed them at a distance out of the neighborhood.

Just then, the phone rang. It was my wife. "Honey, I'm in a meeting at work. I'll be a little late." "Oh," I said, hanging up without a word.

The car ahead drove onto the ring road, slowly and steadily. In the dim light of the night, the car ahead stopped; I could vaguely make out it was the back gate of the park.

After parking the car, I quietly walked over. The car in front was empty; my wife and the man had probably gone into the park.
My heart was pounding. I was incredibly nervous and scared, as if I were the one doing something wrong. I tried to hold my breath and scanned my surroundings in the darkness. The back gate of the park was secluded and quiet; I didn't see a soul inside. My heart was racing, and I didn't know what I was thinking. I could only hear the soft rustling of my shoes on the grass… I searched for a long time, but perhaps because of my nervousness and confusion, it felt like a long time had passed. Actually, it hadn't been that long. From a dense thicket of bushes next to the artificial rockery, I heard a man and woman talking in hushed tones. It sounded familiar; I recognized the voices immediately. "Darling, I can't stay too long," my wife moaned softly. "Soon, very soon," the man told her, followed by the sound of her belt being unbuckled, accompanied by her involuntary moans. My heart exploded instantly; my penis hardened as if struck by lightning, my pants bulging. The intense arousal and sexual urge compelled me to quickly glance around. No one was there in the darkness. I quietly crawled onto the soft grass and peered from under the bushes…

Although the night was dim, I could still see the details up close. The erotic scene made my penis as hard as… Iron, his pants pressed against the grass, forced to turn sideways to continue spying—the man stood on the grass, his pants pulled down to his ankles, his buttocks raised, his thick, long penis erect; my wife knelt on the grass in front of him, her skirt and top lifted by the man, who grasped her breasts, one hand holding his penis and licking the glans, the other stroking her testicles. The man's penis went in and out of my wife's mouth, her tender tongue licking and sucking the glans, accompanied by moans, occasionally looking up at the man with lustful, hazy eyes. The man kneaded my wife's nipples, the glans red from her licking, wet... Water involuntarily flowed out, and my wife greedily sucked it up, as if it tasted delicious. Watching this made my glans tingle, and I couldn't help but release glistening lubricant... My wife used her hand to stroke my penis, then used her mouth to suck on my testicles. Her pubic hair was thick, and as she caressed my wife's snow-white face and rosy lips, she took my testicles into her mouth. It felt warm and moist. Her soft, slippery tongue kept licking my testicles, and I became increasingly aroused. I gripped my penis and rubbed it against my wife's face, the glistening lubricant covering her face, yet she continued... Holding onto her two testicles, refusing to let go, she was as docile as a little lamb, letting the man play with her penis, pinching her hard, erect nipples…

“Darling, put it in,” the wife pleaded, “It’s so itchy, I can’t stand it…” The man groaned softly, picked up his wife, made her kneel on the grass, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her panties. Her snow-white, full buttocks were exceptionally sexy and alluring in the night… I swallowed hard, my throat dry and tight, and couldn’t resist grasping my engorged penis. With a soft “plop,” the man thrust his penis into his wife’s hole. “It’s so itchy!” the wife cried out, “Husband!!” The man violently gripped his wife's buttocks, thrusting his penis back and forth, causing her to gasp and moan like waves. In the wild, grassy field, this primal mating intensified my animalistic instincts… My mind began to blur. The intense stimulation and primal instinct of the mating made me dizzy, and images of human-animal mating scenes from porn flashed before my eyes. Those stallions and dogs, drugged and erect, would instinctively lick the genitals of actresses with upturned buttocks, then lunge forward, desperately trying to penetrate them. Humans and animals can mate; no wonder beautiful actresses like to keep large, strong male dogs. Perhaps in their villas, when they're thirsty, they can mate and play with them, or spread their legs and let the dog lick their labia. These were purely conscious sexual fantasies, unverifiable as reality…

moaning… panting… My wife and man were making love passionately on the grass. With each thrust, her buttocks pressed against his penis, her breasts… Swaying, her nipples hardened with excitement, the wife turned to look at the man, watching him vigorously fuck her, her eyes glazed with pleasure, moaning like waves. The intense thrusting finally brought the man's glans to its limit, and he thrust in hard, penetrating to the deepest part of her, his glans shooting out warm semen, all of it shooting into her body. The wife squeezed his penis tightly with her buttocks, panting and moaning... rubbing against his penis with lingering pleasure...

I quietly got up and left, my penis wobbling in my pants, my underwear soaked. Excitement and stimulation increased my adrenaline, and I rushed to my car, speeding onto the highway ring road, speeding home. The refreshing evening breeze couldn't clear my mind; all I could see was the primal, wild mating scene, an unusually exciting stimulation and pleasure permeating my entire body and mind. I drove all the way home, quickly showered, my heart still pounding wildly...

Chapter Five:

The faint sound of a car engine came from downstairs, stopped, and then gradually faded into the distance. Soon, the doorbell rang, and my wife opened the door, tossed her bag onto the sofa, and went straight into the bathroom… I pretended to be asleep, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, my wife's snow-white body appearing before my eyes, and my little brother involuntarily hardened… My wife, wrapped in a bath towel, walked into the bedroom, softly calling, "Husband…" I still pretended to be asleep, secretly opening my eyes to peek at her. Her face was still flushed, perhaps from the lingering excitement of our earlier wild sex. Under the soft light of the bedroom, my wife was even more alluring… My wife gently pounced on the bed, nestled beside me, and kissed my forehead, continuing to call, "Husband…" I pretended to wake up with a start, rubbing my eyes and asking, "You're back?" "Let's go out for dinner." My wife reached for my lips, and I instinctively dodged, but my hand accidentally touched her soft breasts. My lust suddenly surged, so I wrapped my arms around her slender waist…

"Let's go eat first, honey... no, I'll eat you first." Without another word, I quickly stripped off her bath towel, revealing my wife's alluring body. My wife obediently lay down, her hand slipping inside my underwear, grasping my penis, and letting out a soft moan. I climbed on top of her, her two trembling, snow-white breasts stimulating my visual nerves. I couldn't help but bite them, sucking on them, trying to draw out the sweet milk. My wife's nipples tingled and itched from my sucking, her thighs clamping tightly together, twisting beneath me. Her moans were like waves, making me unbearably itchy... I pulled off my underwear, my hard penis erect, lifted and spread my wife's legs, the head of my penis pressing against her opening... Suddenly, I felt something incredibly slippery. A lot of clear, wet fluid flowed from my wife's vagina—it was the semen that man had just ejaculated inside her! I suddenly remembered that another man's penis had just been ploughing and nourishing my wife's body, and I suddenly became unusually excited. In a daze, it was as if I wasn't pressing down on my own wife, but on that man's beautiful gardener's wife. I groaned softly, and my large, erect penis plunged into her hole with a "plop!"

My wife groaned excitedly, her vagina tightly gripping my penis, the tender flesh sliding back and forth against the glans. With each thrust, it went deeper. My wife's labia held my penis, erect with excitement. My pubic hair intertwined with my wife's pubic hair, and I could vaguely see my testicles swaying among the thick pubic hair. My wife's snow-white buttocks swayed, and her beautiful anus opened slightly due to vaginal excitement. While thrusting, I extended two fingers and gently rubbed around my wife's anus, and my wife's moans and cries grew louder. Wow, even more semen and vaginal fluid flowed out, trickling down to her anus. I inserted my finger into her anus, feeling the penis inside her vagina. The penis suddenly felt the pressure of my finger, making it feel even more pleasurable. With both of my wife's holes being penetrated, she became even more excited, her buttocks twisting more violently. Her anus and vagina contracted rapidly, squeezing my penis even tighter, causing her to gush with pleasure. Her glans almost lost control and ejaculated... My wife twisted violently, her breasts swaying wildly. Her eyes were glazed with lust, overwhelmed by the climax, she disregarded her ladylike restraint, her moans turning... It turned into moaning and groaning... In the bedroom, the bed was a mess, and the snow-white bodies of the man and woman were twisted and intertwined. I felt as if I was vigorously fucking that beautiful principal, proudly conquering her with my penis, listening to her involuntary moans as she was penetrated...

This feeling was uncontrollable, and my bright red glans suddenly burst like a dam breaking, and semen spurted out, filling the bedroom with the scent of fresh semen...

My wife buried her head between my legs, stroking my testicles, licking my penis, cleaning up the remaining semen. My penis, which had been hard for a short time, gradually softened as she gently held it in her mouth. My wife held my glans in her mouth, her legs spread, and the mixture of my semen and that man's flowed slowly from her wet vulva under the thick forest. Her eyes were closed with satisfaction and sweetness. Possessing different men, isn't it pleasant and satisfying... A respectable young woman and a prostitute are not the same. What they lack is a kind of feeling. After a prostitute lets a man release his lust, she will not think about every second that just happened. She only thinks about taking a shower as soon as possible. After making love with her lover, the young woman would still be immersed in the pleasure of sex. The man's scent and sweat would also provide her with emotional support and pleasure. After you made love with her, she would lovingly suck and lick your penis. In such a woman's heart, you hold the most important place. She would do anything for you and give you all her emotions, loving you meticulously and tenderly...

I suddenly sighed inwardly. My complex emotions were hard to describe... I suddenly felt very strange. How come I had never noticed any clues about my wife's infidelity before? Judging from her relationship with that man, it seemed to be more than just a short-term affair; it must have lasted for a long time. I vaguely felt an unsettling urge to uncover this secret. After intercourse, my mind gradually cleared, and my thoughts kept changing. However, I knew very well that what I was most eager for now was a kind of vengeful feeling of resentment: how to get the young principal's body?
My wife got up and went to take a shower. The sound of running water mixed with her cheerful humming in the bathroom. I didn't care about her state; my mind was still preoccupied with the problem that was troubling me: wanting the principal's body. It was a difficult problem. I had a goal, but I still needed to work hard! My previously limp penis, remembering the principal's private parts under her skirt, involuntarily throbbed with a warm current. Damn, the remaining semen couldn't help but flow out...

Chapter 6

After finishing breakfast, I parked the car and wandered aimlessly into the computer mall.

The computer mall was bustling with people, noisy with chatter. Sellers of pornographic DVDs, fake invoices, pirated DVDs... the noise was incessant.

I stopped in front of a shop. The billboard prominently advertised "Needle-shaped eavesdropping devices, remote control professional listening equipment," exactly what I was looking for.

I spent an afternoon discreetly installing pinhole cameras in the living room, bathroom, and bedroom, laying out the wiring, connecting the computer in the study, and then installing the remote monitoring system...

I packed a few clothes, grabbed my suitcase, and drove to work. It was already after work hours, and the office was empty. I turned on the computer and started testing. Before long, the familiar room image appeared clearly on the screen. I switched the view at will, and sure enough, the remote monitoring system was successfully installed... My heart suddenly raced with excitement, an inexplicable thrill! The first step of the plan was successfully implemented, and I suddenly felt an unusual sense of anticipation...

I called my wife and told her that I had to go on a business trip again, probably for two or three days. My wife said "oh" on the phone without a trace of suspicion, and as usual, she reminded me not to fool around outside and to take good care of myself. I could still hear a hint of joy in her voice... This made me feel a pang of jealousy and shame, but another stronger and more urgent desire suppressed my emotions, making me excited and stimulated. I was very clear that what I craved more was to possess the young and beautiful kindergarten principal's body. Listening to my wife's voice on the phone, I actually fantasized about the principal's naked and voluptuous body, the thick forest below her snow-white and flat abdomen...

Suppressing the swelling excitement of desire, I went downstairs to a nearby bar to drink and kill time. As dusk fell, the city lights shone brightly, and the bustling bar streets began to throng with people. Everywhere, modern women flirted and laughed, trying to attract customers... I was already a little tipsy. I paid the bill and returned to my computer in the office. The house was quiet, the lights were off, and I could vaguely make out the furnishings. My wife wasn't home yet; she was probably out to dinner with that man. Just as I was idly switching between different feeds, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock on the security camera. My nerves tensed instantly, my heart pounded, and I stared intently at the screen…

The door opened, and first a woman walked in. Even without the lights on, I could vaguely make out my wife's figure. Then a man slipped in. The living room light came on, and I recognized him—it was my wife's boss's husband. He tossed his briefcase onto the sofa, casually closed the door, and wrapped his arms around my wife's slender waist. My wife leaned against his chest, tilting her head back. Turning her head, I saw his lips touch hers, and his hand moved up to her breasts. My wife couldn't help but moan. Hearing her moan and seeing them kissing, my penis suddenly swelled and hardened, my lust ignited...

The man put his tongue into my wife's mouth, and she entwined her tongue with his, kissing him. The two turned around and embraced tightly. My wife pressed her soft breasts against the man, and his hand lifted her skirt from behind, caressing her full buttocks while kissing her. The room was quiet, so their breathing, moans, and kisses were exceptionally clear, stimulating my lust even more... I stared, unblinking. Peeping eyes, a racing heart, the lingering effects of alcohol and jealousy surged like waves, stimulating his brain...

The man kissed his wife, unhooking her bra and burying his head in her chest, kissing her breasts and teasing her two alluring pink nipples with his tongue. His wife's nipples hardened under his touch, becoming excited and proactive. She grasped his penis, involuntarily caressing it through her pants. The man stripped off her skirt and quickly removed his own clothes, revealing his thick, hard penis, proudly erect and trembling before his wife...

Their clothes were scattered on the floor. The man picked up his wife, and they went into the bathroom together. I snapped out of my daze and quickly switched the scene to the bathroom. Steam filled the air, and glistening water droplets soaked them both. Their naked bodies remained tightly embracing, kissing and caressing each other. Then, they began to wash each other with shower gel, playfully—the wife playing with the man's penis while washing his two round, swollen testicles. Watching her touch his testicles made my own balls hot and swollen, quite uncomfortable…

The man kneaded his wife's breasts, occasionally reaching between her thighs to caress her genitals. I could feel the moist, soft flesh between her thighs…

His touch aroused her, and she involuntarily writhed her snow-white body, collapsing to a squatting position. The man's erect penis was right in front of her. Before, my wife couldn't resist licking the man's swaying testicles, her tongue greedily licking his penis and swollen glans. The man couldn't help but let glistening fluid flow from between his penis slits, feeding it to his wife…

The man thrust his penis in and out of his wife's mouth, and she obediently cooperated, trying to take his glans as deep as possible, her eyes becoming hazy and sexy, murmuring softly…

Watching their pleasurable oral sex, my glans swelled and burned uncontrollably, feeling as if it were inside my wife's warm, soft mouth, making me dizzy… At this moment, the man picked up his wife and went into the bedroom…

The man threw his wife onto the bed, where she lay on the edge with her full, shapely legs spread wide. Her long, full legs were her pride, and now she had exposed all her privacy to another man without reservation. My heart was pounding wildly!! The man knelt down beside his wife, burying his head between her thighs. He extended his tongue and gently licked her erect clitoris, which was nestled between her labia. His gentle licking and teasing caused her vulva to open slightly under his tongue, involuntarily releasing fluid… The moans and gasps, the naked couple's oral sex, were enough to make one's blood boil…

Watching his wife and another man's illicit affair at home, his desire reached its limit…
He pressed the automatic recording button on the security camera, and stumbled down the elevator, his pants bulging with erection. Luckily, the office building was deserted, and no one saw his disheveled state… He slipped into a bar, where the seductive music and dazzling lights made him drunk, and his lower body craved a woman's comfort…

A waiter approached: "Sir, is there anything you need?" "Do you have any girls to drink with me?"
The waiter understood: "Sir, please wait a moment." A few minutes later, the scent of perfume filled the air. Five or six women, dressed in flamboyant attire and around twenty years old, swayed their slender waists and smiled radiantly around the table in the small private room. To be honest, I personally prefer mature women, but when it comes to prostitutes, I prefer younger girls. I chose two young, pretty girls with a pure and innocent air to stay with. The girls professionally and skillfully sat me on either side, their soft breasts pressed tightly against me. They poured me red wine, sweetly and playfully toasting me... The girls' soft, warm bodies and the scent of their perfume intoxicated me. Intentionally or unintentionally, one of their soft fingers brushed against my erect, hard penis, sending tingling, electric-like sensations through me... My hand, wrapped around their waists, involuntarily slipped inside their bras, touching their soft breasts... "What's the price for a threesome?" I kissed the two girls' alluring lips, and they giggled playfully, hugging me even tighter. They whispered a price in my ear—not too expensive. I couldn't control my burning desire anymore. After paying

, I took them to a hotel. Since we weren't staying overnight, the two girls were already impatient as soon as we entered, stripping me naked. "Time is money"—the girls understood this perfectly. They took off their skirts and panties, unhooked their bras, and their two pairs of snow-white, full breasts came into view, stimulating my senses to an unbearable degree, making me incredibly hot and restless! My penis stood erect before the two beauties, and I was about to pounce on one when the two girls started playfully teasing me. "Handsome, let's take a bath together!" I entered the bathroom, and the two girls gently embraced me, scrubbing my back. Then they eagerly began to play with my penis. When I felt itchy, I grabbed one of them and sucked on her nipple, while my hands grabbed and kneaded the other two breasts. The girls moaned and gasped, their snow-white, soft bodies dazzling me. I couldn't resist picking one up, and the three of us tumbled onto the soft bed, moaning, panting, laughing, and caressing each other's genitals... No wonder emperors used to enjoy group sex so much; it was indeed incredibly stimulating!

Especially standing there with my erect penis, having two younger women kneel gently before me, taking turns licking my penis and testicles, the intense satisfaction and sense of conquest satisfied all the anger and jealousy I felt from seeing my wife cheating on me... With pleasure and excitement, I inserted my penis into the mouths of other women. The soft, warm mouths of the two women made me thrust faster, and the tender, smooth feeling inside was incredibly pleasurable... My glans rubbed against the women's tongues, and I couldn't help but drool as I fed it to them... I don't know if you guys feel the same way when you go to prostitutes, but going to a prostitute to vent your frustrations and having an affair with a married woman are definitely different experiences. With a prostitute, all you feel is primal physiological urges and sadistic criminal impulses; with a married woman, there are still feelings involved, a strong desire for conquest and satisfaction, after all, you're the one being penetrated and ravaged—it's very exciting!!

My glans was red and burning from being licked and sucked by the two women, throbbing and painfully throbbing, desperately craving penetration… Two naked bodies swayed before me, exuding sexual allure: one girl, her buttocks high in the air, her thick pubic hair surrounding her alluring vulva, stimulating my nerves and making me yearn for her; the other was licking my swollen testicles with her mouth, the itch making my lust surge. She grasped my penis, rubbing the glans against her partner's soft, moist vulva, the constant electric current instantly stimulating my entire body. I closed my eyes, enjoying her gentle caresses, involuntarily moaning and panting. She skillfully rubbed my glans against the other woman's vulva, her other hand gently stroking and kneading my testicles. The other girl and I were enjoying it comfortably, the girl's vulva itching unbearably, she couldn't help but moan and writhe… *

Pfft!* The younger sister, her buttocks raised, let out a loud "Oh!" She thrust her hips back, plunging my penis deep into her vagina. Her smooth labia gripped my shaft tightly, the glans struggling deep inside… The other sister couldn't resist the temptation either. She spread her legs and straddled the younger sister, letting me suckle her swollen nipples. Her eyes were glazed, and she clung to my neck. Her pubic hair was thick below her snow-white belly, and her navel was beautiful. I couldn't resist touching her genitals; they were so soft, moist, warm, and pulsating. Her labia slid smoothly between my fingers, moistening her vulva. I teased her entrance; it was so pink and tender. The fleshy flesh made the man crave penetration… As I thrust my erect penis in and out, sucking on the tender, fragrant nipples, I played with the alluring private parts of another sister. The sister, unable to bear the touch, also arched her buttocks, kneeling side-by-side with her companion on the bed. Both alluring breasts were presented before me. I, like a virile man, conquered and ravaged both women simultaneously, exchanging penetrations. The three of us gasped and moaned, the two sisters' alluring buttocks, the three naked bodies frantically copulating—the indescribable stimulation and excitement of sexual intercourse, the primal physiological stimulation of group sex, made my mind… Reaching the peak of pleasure, the semen in my testicles was uncontrollable, surging and about to ejaculate. I quickly pulled out my penis and changed positions, letting one of the girls ride on top of me, plunging my penis deep into her vagina. The girl twisted her body, her full breasts swaying with her movements, using her vagina to stroke my penis up and down, each time hitting her cervix, making her moan and cry out in pleasure… Another girl also raised her buttocks in front of my face, letting me play with her secret cave with my hands, watching the semen slowly flow out. I spread her labia, the pink and tender vagina extremely alluring to the senses, my penis being sucked and pounded at the same time. My erection was throbbing, and I couldn't resist the urge to lick her vagina. Although my heightened lust clouded my judgment, I knew perfectly well that there were two places I shouldn't kiss: her mouth and her vagina… Oh… Oh, oh…
moaning, panting… The three of us were having a wild, frenzied lovemaking, the room filled with primal, heart-pounding sounds. Occasionally, a flash of memory would strike me: my wife at home being ridden and penetrated by another man. My desire to ravage women intensified, and I squeezed her nipples harder, my penis pushing deeper, reveling in pleasure inside a woman other than my wife…

Ah, I'm about to explode! I finally couldn't control my sexual urges anymore. Intense sexual pleasure spread from my glans to every cell in my body, about to erupt deep inside my sisters. I suddenly stood up, hugged my two sisters, and made them kneel in front of me, looking up at me. I gripped my penis against their beautiful faces, and my glans tightened. Like a dam bursting, hot, fresh semen gushed out from my testicles, splashing freely onto their faces and lips. It felt so good!!
I couldn't help but groan loudly. My semen was still all over my two sisters' faces. Before I could wipe it off, they groaned again, taking turns licking my glans, taking turns sucking it, their expressions gentle and infatuated, until my penis gradually softened. I lay down comfortably, gesturing for my two sisters to kiss each other, watching them intertwine their tongues in a deep kiss, licking and sucking each other's breasts. My two sisters giggled and performed for me. I was very satisfied. My mind was filled only with the peace and comfort after sexual release. Even the fatigue felt pleasant. Even after my two sisters took a shower, received their money, kissed my face, and left, my mind was still filled with the primal, wanton atmosphere and sexual stimulation of the entire room. The pleasure of group sex was quite remarkable; it was a unique kind of stimulation that I could never experience when having sex with my wife or even my lover. The pleasure was more intense, and I was even less able to suppress the restlessness of my body and reason.

I lit a cigarette, and wisps of smoke rose, gradually disappearing into the quiet room. The faint scent of tobacco calmed my mind. The earlier commotion and sexual ecstasy still lingered in my heart. I felt a little tired and didn't have time to imagine that the man was now embracing his wife, resting in bed. Instead, I thought about my wife's private parts, wet with another man's semen, and the feeling of being moistened. I felt a little disappointed, but it was just a fleeting thought. The two girls' pure and beautiful faces were covered in my semen, looking pitiful and charming. It was quite a visual treat, and my mind was at peace. I even felt a faint, arousing pleasure...

Lost in thought, I fell asleep without realizing it...

When I woke up, it was already late at night. I suddenly remembered that I hadn't turned off the computer in the office, so I hurried back to the company.
The computer screen was quiet. The lights were off in the house, and I could vaguely see my wife in a sundress, fast asleep on the bed in the bedroom. The man must have gone home already… In the quiet night, I could hear the pounding of my heart… Suddenly, I felt a strange excitement and impulse, and opened the saved AVI file… Even though I had just been extremely aroused and exhausted… watching the video of my wife and the man making love still made my heart race, my face burn, my lower abdomen feel like it was on fire, and my penis hardened again and again, involuntarily producing lubricant… Staring at the man on the screen, riding on my wife, conquering and satisfying her with an expression of overwhelming joy, I couldn't suppress my jealousy and resentment. It was driving me crazy… I gritted my teeth and cursed, “I’ll fuck your wife…”

That curse flashed through my mind like lightning; that familiar, beautiful face appeared before me. The jealousy and resentment vanished, replaced by a more intense longing. I lit a cigarette, trying to clear my head… Smoke curled as I stared at the computer screen. Although two naked bodies were still writhing and entwined in passion before me, my thoughts had drifted far away, longing for the woman I dreamed of day and night… I

copied the AVI file to a USB drive, shut down the computer, and returned to the hotel. Feeling exhausted, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep immediately. For the next few days, I hid in the hotel during the day and went to the office at night to continue monitoring and saving the AVI recordings. My wife was on her period, and these days we only went on dates, had dinner, chatted, and kissed; we didn’t have sex. We talked quite a bit, and from our conversation, I vaguely learned that their affair had been going on for over two years. That year, during the Spring Festival, the wife and her colleagues visited the kindergarten principal's house. The man was immediately attracted to her—tall, cheerful, and beautiful—and began frequently picking her up from the kindergarten, giving him many opportunities to be near her. I'm not sure what emotional and material tactics he used to win her heart afterward, but it's clear the wife couldn't hold onto her marriage and feelings, and ultimately, she had an affair. Moreover, it was evident that both of them were deeply involved in their extramarital affair; it wasn't just a casual fling to satisfy sexual desire.
My heart was in turmoil and torment, a complex web of conflicting emotions. My restless state of mind led me to secretly drive to the kindergarten's perimeter, my eyes darting around, searching for the familiar and beautiful figure of the principal—every time I saw her, her serene and sweet smile stirred my heart; her full, mature body, exuding a delicate fragrance, intensified my intense possessiveness and burning desire… Back in the hotel, lying in bed, especially late at night when my libido was high, a call from my sister would come in, and I would involuntarily call her to relieve my pent-up desire. But this never truly satisfied me; even a purely sexual release wasn't enough. Compared to the feeling of missing her—when I miss her, my thoughts slowly move from her head to her full, protruding breasts, and my penis slowly hardens; continuing downwards, imagining her sexy panties under her skirt, my glans involuntarily swells and hardens; imagining her turning around, slightly bending over, her skirt wrapping around her full, beautiful thighs, her full, round buttocks slightly upturned, this sexy and alluring pose makes my penis involuntarily flow with lubricant… I crave to penetrate her… I

even dream of her smiling face, which surprises me greatly—the saying "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night" is indeed true.

I called my wife and told her I would be home today. "Let's go out for dinner after work tonight, I'll wait for you," I told my wife. The Western restaurant wasn't crowded, and the music and lighting created an ambiguous and languid atmosphere. Perhaps it's because of my excessive indulgence and fantasies these past two days? I couldn't help but shake my head, giving a self-deprecating bitter smile.
Familiar footsteps echoed from the stairwell. After so many years of marriage, I recognized them immediately. Everything about her was so familiar, but today seemed to lack a certain warmth. "Honey!" My wife's faint perfume and slightly surprised voice wafted towards me simultaneously. Her surprise wasn't fake; our marriage still had a deep emotional foundation. Every time I was away on a business trip, I would eagerly anticipate returning home. If I hadn't accidentally discovered her secret, I would have excitedly hugged and kissed her after just a few days apart. My
wife didn't notice my odd behavior. As usual, she chatted and joked with me, enjoying dinner.
I subconsciously glanced at her, perhaps comparing her to the kindergarten director, or perhaps because they had similar professions and were close in age. Their temperament and figures were very similar, making it difficult to distinguish them. The director seemed more composed and quiet, while my wife was more youthful, beautiful, and lively. My gaze swept across her, glancing at my wife's full, firm breasts. At that moment, a thought suddenly popped into my head—what if I could make love to both of these women at the same time?!

This exciting thought made me feel restless, but fearing my wife would discover my ulterior motives, I quickly regained my composure, took a sip of red wine, and forgot everything I wanted to say to her.
To be honest, I was still reluctant to leave her. She was usually very virtuous and gentle, with no flaws, and we had a good relationship, never arguing. Should I divorce her? Since discovering her infidelity, I hadn't seriously considered this question.

The restaurant gradually filled up, and in the dim lighting, it became increasingly noisy—whispers, music, the clinking of glasses… When I paid the bill, I saw a busty waitress bending over, her full, white cleavage so alluring. I gave her an extra tip, which made her very happy, and my mood suddenly improved.

The next day, I arrived at the office very early, but no one was there yet. I opened the AVI file and deliberately took a few close-up shots of the man's face from the sex video. I printed them out, sealed them in an envelope, and after finishing, my heart was pounding. I was very nervous, as if I were doing something wrong. I tried to calm myself down and quickly found the man's name, workplace, and phone number.

When it was time to go to work, I went to work as usual, but I was already very distracted. When I called the courier company to pick up the package, sealed the envelope, and wrote the contact number on the package, my hands were trembling slightly. I was restless and uneasy all day, and I couldn't concentrate on my work. I endured this torment until the end of the workday when my phone suddenly rang. Although my heart was pounding and I was very panicked, I immediately recognized the man's voice. He was very calm, but I could feel his panic and fear:

"Who is this?"

I hesitated for a few seconds, thought for a moment, and said,

"Let's meet at the Jin Di Bar on Meiling Road."

He seemed to want to say something more on the phone, but I hung up. I let out a long sigh of relief. "Damn it," I muttered to myself, trying to calm down. I felt an indescribable, urgent anticipation.

I called my wife and told her I had a business dinner and wouldn't be able to have dinner with her.

After work, I drove to the bar street and chose a private room facing the entrance, where I could clearly see the people coming and going

. The bar was crowded and lively. I felt relaxed and cheerful, looking around without the tension and anxiety I had felt in the afternoon. The night outside was already deep and gloomy, the dazzling streetlights were radiant, and the decadent night had begun its noisy revelry.
I sat alone for about an hour, but he still hadn't appeared. I felt a vague sense of anxiety and disappointment, thinking to myself, "Damn it, is he not coming?"

Just as I was getting restless, a familiar figure appeared at the door, clearly hesitant. It seemed he had been lingering on the street for quite some time. It's understandable; for a young bureau chief like him, coming to a place of revelry and drinking is a huge risk to his career. The fact that he even pushed open the door shows he made a huge decision.
Seeing him looking around, I gestured for him to come in. He hesitated for a few seconds, then finally glanced around again and walked over.

I glanced at him, and he guiltily avoided my gaze, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Did you send me this package?"

His tone still retained the bureau chief's usual imperious air, but it already revealed a deep-seated guilt and fear. I stared at his face without answering. If it were a few days ago, I might have already lost my temper and punched him in the face! However, I remained calm, with a hidden expectation in my heart. This attitude surprised and confused him. He met my gaze again, stammering a little, "Brother, how do you want to resolve this? Name your price?" Perhaps seeing my silence, he mustered his courage: "This will never happen again, I promise!!" I
snorted. I stared at him coldly: "Fuck your mother, you think you can just pay me off after you've had your fun?! Do you think my wife is a prostitute?"

Sweat began to bead on his forehead; he was flustered because he couldn't figure out my intentions. People in officialdom aren't afraid of spending money to avoid trouble; money is nothing, it can be easily recouped. What they fear most is the danger to their lives, positions, and power.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and pleaded in a low voice, "Brother, I know I was wrong, please give me a chance to make amends!"

"Don't worry, I won't affect your career, nor will I ruin you." Hearing me say this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at me and asked, "So... what do you mean?"

My heart suddenly pounded wildly, and my voice trembled slightly: "As long as you handle this small deal between us, everything will be fine. I'll forget about this and destroy the evidence of the secret filming."

He assured me confidently, "No problem, I'll definitely handle it!"

I stared into his eyes: "Can you really do that?!"

He stood up, patted his chest, and swore an oath, as if afraid I wouldn't believe him and would change my mind.

Now he didn't care about his position as bureau chief anymore; with me holding leverage over him, his most urgent task was to settle this score and avert the danger to his career and future. He had climbed to this position with great effort and money. It seemed he was willing to go all out, agreeing to any condition.
I understood the shifts in his mind and knew I had completely controlled the situation. People who scheme in the officialdom will sacrifice anything for power and position, except themselves.

At his urgent pleading, I spoke slowly, but gradually grew excited: "You slept with my wife, now you'll make it up to me with your wife!"

He froze, his expression complex and strange, even a little distorted, clearly enraged. However, this didn't last long before he deflated and fell silent… The air seemed to freeze. In the silence, we both lit cigarettes. I casually glanced at him, seemingly admiring my prey, filled with a vengeful thrill, while he looked disheveled and silently smoked.

I wasn't in a hurry, because I understood what this kind of man was thinking.

Finally, as if making up his mind, he stubbed out his cigarette and looked up at me: "I can agree, but…" He hesitated.

"She would never agree!"

I scorned him. He wasn't worried about anything, nor was he enraged by being humiliated; he was simply worried about whether his wife would cooperate. Most people in officialdom are selfish and self-serving—everyone looks out for themselves.

I took a bottle of medicine from my briefcase; the label said "Darcinia." I had specifically asked a friend to buy it for me at a private pharmacy I passed by. I gently pushed it on the table, and the bottle slid to his face. "Don't worry about this problem. Find a way to give her this."

He was still hesitating when I stood up. "Call me when you've arranged it."

I turned away from him and walked straight out of the bar, my heart pounding. Although it was air-conditioned, my back was soaked with sweat. I was nervous and excited.

Back home, I was still immersed in excitement and anticipation. I went into the bathroom and soaked in the bathtub, comfortably closing my eyes to relax. My hand involuntarily touched my penis; it was firm and strong, a very satisfying state. I smiled to myself, thinking that soon my dream little sister would reward me...

Lying on the bed, I hugged my wife, touching her soft breasts, secretly pleased. My fingers involuntarily squeezed and played with her nipples. My wife was startled awake. She bent her leg and gently kicked me away, whining, "You naughty boy, go away... I'm doing a good deed, you can't touch me!"

I chuckled, no longer bothering her, and wrapped my arms around her soft, slender waist. My penis pressed against her full, warm, and soft buttocks, feeling wonderful. I fell asleep almost immediately.

For the next few days, I waited anxiously, my mind wandering at work. Every day I would sneak off to the kindergarten to peek at the principal. She still smiled so brightly, and her full, voluptuous body beneath her skirt seemed even more alluring. I tried hard to control my desire, conserving my energy for that night of passionate lovemaking with her. I wanted to save all the semen brimming in my swollen testicles to nourish her, to ejaculate it all deep inside her.

After work that day, my wife and I had dinner. The sky was ablaze with vibrant colors as we strolled and chatted in the community garden. Suddenly, my phone rang with a text message alert. Seeing that familiar number, my heart skipped a beat, filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. "All arranged! Come quickly! [Building Name], Unit [Number], Floor [Number], [Floor], [Room]."

I swallowed hard, my throat tightening with excitement. Trying to calm my pounding heart, I told my wife, "Something came up at work, I have to go." My wife, oblivious to my unease, simply said, "Oh, I'm going to my aerobics class then." Before I could even reply, I rushed to the garage, grabbed the car, started the engine, and sped out of the community like the wind.

I'd been craving this for so long; tonight I was going to treat my manhood to a good meal.

(Final Chapter)

In my excitement and anticipation, I arrived at the garden gate and saw a man pacing back and forth with his head down… several cigarette butts already littered the ground beneath his feet. I honked the horn. The man looked up, saw my car, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over…

I slowly rolled down the window. The man stared into my eyes, hesitating, “Brother, is our agreement okay?”

I suppressed my excitement and elation: “Of course, I’ll call you when it’s all done!”

The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his expression relaxing, exuding the air of a bureau chief: “I’ll arrange it later, I’ll treat you to a drink, buddy!”

I despised him, even scorned him. For his own benefit, he was willing to sacrifice his wife, sacrifice everything…
He handed me a set of keys and whispered, "Unit xx, Floor xx, Room xx."

I took the keys without saying a word and drove off. (This is an online article; I hope you guys like it. You can read about a drunk wife being raped. It's a real personal story, and the album contains photos of my real wife. Comments are welcome.)

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