My wife and stepfather's secret 2. I saw my girlfriend and her stepfather in a hotel room.

Our happy life lasted for several months until it was shattered by something I accidentally discovered. It happened when we returned to school after winter break.

During the break, I wanted to visit my girlfriend at her home, but she absolutely refused. I thought she wasn't ready to introduce me to her family yet, so I didn't

force it. When school started, I missed her terribly, and having been pent up all summer, my libido was high. So I arrived at school a day early and booked a hotel room, planning to pick her up the next day

and take her straight to a cheap motel for some fun. Unexpectedly, my girlfriend was very happy to see me and very affectionate, but she absolutely refused to go to a motel, saying

she had her period. I was quite disappointed, but I didn't say anything. After all, she's my future wife, and I should take care of her; after all, going against the grain isn't good for her health. That night,

back in my dorm, I realized something was wrong. Based on the timing of her period before the break, it should have ended during the break, not now

. However, I've heard that women's cycles aren't always accurate, so I didn't think much of it.

The next day, when I went to see my girlfriend, she secretly told me that we could do it that day. I excitedly went to a hotel and had sex with my girlfriend twice.

Afterwards, seeing her swollen vulva, I felt incredibly sorry for her, but also felt amazing. Actually, I didn't realize it wasn't my skill; her

vulva had been swollen from being fucked before she came back. The reason she wouldn't let me have sex the day before was because she was afraid I'd see. The swelling had almost gone down by the next day, so she let me. That

night, strangely, my girlfriend didn't stay with me at the hotel; she went back to her dorm. I stayed at the hotel, reliving our passion while masturbating and ejaculating

again. After ejaculating, I realized something was wrong. I'd often had sex with my girlfriend twice before, but she'd never swollen like that. Even our first time in a hotel hadn't resulted in swelling.

And ever since she saw me at the airport, her eyes had been darting around; she was clearly hiding something. Thinking about this, I felt like I'd been electrocuted—I'd been

cheated on! Had my wife rekindled her romance with her ex-boyfriend during the holidays?

I quickly got up and went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my head to clear my head. Having already quit smoking, I bought a pack of cigarettes from the front desk and started smoking again, the more I thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed

. I resisted the urge to call my girlfriend and confront her, thinking that without concrete evidence, I shouldn't alert her. Even if it meant breaking up, I needed to get to the bottom of this. I

'm a very composed person; the more serious the situation, the calmer I become. For the next month or so, I remained outwardly calm, continuing my dates and

sex with my girlfriend as usual. My girlfriend also continued to treat me well, making me wonder if I was mistaken. It wasn't until a month later, when my girlfriend's stepfather, who

would later become my father-in-law, went to Mianyang on a business trip and stopped by Chengdu to visit her, that I finally understood the mystery.

My girlfriend hadn't told me her stepfather was coming. After we finished lunch in the cafeteria, my girlfriend went to return her tray, and her phone received a text message: "Dad: I'll

arrive this afternoon. I've already booked a room at the XX Hotel near your school. I'll call you when I get there." I was shocked; suddenly, it all became clear. Normally

, if her stepfather came to Chengdu, she would at least let me know, or at least mention it, even if she didn't want me to see him. I pretended to be playing a mobile game and didn't notice

her text message, but secretly observed her out of the corner of my eye. When my girlfriend came back and saw her phone, her face immediately tensed up. I pretended nothing was wrong, got up, and pulled her outside

. I wanted to see if she would tell me or not. To my disappointment, not only did she not tell me, she also changed our plans to study together that afternoon, saying her

roommate had just told her that a teacher had arranged an experiment.

I remained calm and casually escorted her back to her dorm. Then I went to another hotel across the street and booked a room on the second floor, directly opposite

the entrance to the XX Hotel. At that moment, I felt a mix of emotions: anger at being betrayed, excitement of being a detective, and a strange sexual arousal. Entering the room

, I began to observe the hotel across the street. Since I didn't know when they would arrive or what her stepfather looked like, I could only keep an eye on the hotel

entrance. From around 1 PM until after 3 PM, I finally saw my girlfriend appear at the hotel entrance. She was with a

middle-aged man carrying a suitcase; he had a square face, thick eyebrows, small eyes, a large nose, and a full beard. He was about 1.72 meters tall, burly and strong, with a slight beer belly, looking like a middle-aged cadre.

He walked along, talking with a beaming smile, while my girlfriend kept her head down, silent and looking unhappy. At the hotel entrance, my girlfriend hesitated for a moment

, and her stepfather reached out and pulled her inside. I watched and recorded a video on my phone; the time was 3:48 PM.

At first, I tried to convince myself that maybe they were just going in for a chat, but they hadn't come out by 6 PM. I

was exhausted sitting on the edge of the bed, but even more upset, yet my penis was rock hard. Two voices were battling in my head: one saying they were just

chatting, the other saying they were having sex. The latter voice gained the upper hand, and I started imagining

all sorts of . My girlfriend is flexible and can be fucked in all sorts of positions. Her stepfather looks strong and powerful; his penis must be quite large too, right? Is he

better at fucking than me? Probably, he's middle-aged, definitely more experienced than me. Thinking about this made me very uncomfortable, but my penis was rock hard. I even felt like I

was being driven crazy by the images in my mind, wanting to see with my own eyes how my girlfriend was being fucked by her stepfather.

It was past 10 pm, their dorm was already locked, and my girlfriend still hadn't come out. I knew it was unlikely she'd come out. I was hungry and tired, realizing

I hadn't eaten or drunk anything since noon. Feeling sorry for myself, I ordered takeout. After eating and drinking my fill, I called my girlfriend, but the phone rang a few times and then went

unanswered . When I called again, the phone was switched off. I was furious and resentful, masturbating while imagining my girlfriend

being brutally fucked by her stepfather in some room across the street, until I ejaculated all over my hand.

Afterward, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and decided to stop staring and go to sleep! I need to conserve my energy for tomorrow's showdown—break up! I'm afraid I'll be too angry to sleep and won't

have enough energy to confront my girlfriend and her stepfather tomorrow, so I went downstairs to a nearby pharmacy and bought some strong sedatives and hypnotics. I went back to my room and fell asleep immediately.

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