The feeling of being a cuckold, part four

Knowing this was just the beginning

, I felt a surge of satisfaction and quickly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by my wife getting up, but I kept my eyes closed because I

wanted to find more clues about the sock-switching incident from the previous night.

From my senses, my wife made a flustered movement upon waking, then the bed felt light, followed by a rushing

sound—she had gone into the bathroom.

I opened my eyes and glanced back at the socks on the bedside table; a large stain had formed on them

. With a forced smile, I closed my eyes again.

The bathroom noises subsided after a long time. My wife came to the bedside, timidly calling my name twice. When

I didn't respond, she let out a long sigh of relief, and then I heard rustling sounds—she was gathering some

evidence.

After all the noise stopped, my wife returned to bed and jolted me awake: "Honey, honey

, the sun's already high in the sky! Get up!"

I pretended to have just woken up, half-closing my eyes as I looked at my wife. She was perfectly calm, showing no sign of anything amiss

.

Something was wrong! I believed that a woman experienced in bed, even if drunk and taken advantage of,

should be able to deduce what had happened from her body's reactions and other subtle details. Generally,

in such situations, it's difficult for a woman to regain her composure so quickly. My wife's reaction suggested there must

be some reason I didn't know about. Thinking about this, my curiosity grew.

"Hmph," I feigned anger, "You have the nerve to say that? You came home dead drunk last night, threw up

everywhere, and made your husband toil away for most of the night. And when I woke up this morning, instead of being grateful, you were

the one blaming me!"

My wife giggled, pouting innocently. "I didn't know! It's all those kids at work's fault for being

so inconsiderate, relentlessly pouring alcohol on me. Husband, calm down. I thought you couldn't get out of bed because you overdid it last night

!"

Looking at my wife's flushed face, my heart burned. I couldn't help but recall the erotic scene of her lips being slapped hard by

another . Inconsiderate? I think she's too inconsiderate. Bedtime, hehehe.

I forced myself to suppress my agitation, pretending not to know that my wife was testing whether I had been intimate with her last night.

"Overdid it! You've already exhausted yourself like that, how can I indulge you? How about we

try indulging you together now?" I pretended to pounce on my wife.

My wife laughed and stepped aside. I wasn't really in the mood anyway, and the room still reeked of

a hangover. We quickly washed up and prepared to go to the front desk to request a different room.

Before leaving, while my wife was in the bathroom, I examined the socks on the bedside table one last time.

I noticed all the stains were gone; they were brand new. I tossed them onto the bed

and searched around. Finally, I found them in the trash can. I quickly stuffed them in my pocket and

left the room with my wife.

We had just changed rooms when I received a call from my boyfriend, inviting us to go shopping. My

wife, preoccupied with something, seemed reluctant to be alone with me and immediately agreed.

She changed into a refreshing tracksuit—a white T-shirt and mini-skirt. Her bare, white breasts, without stockings

, instantly gave her a youthful glow, attracting the attention of the group of guys as soon as we met.

One of those guys from last night even came over to greet me, with a victorious air that

slightly .

A group of people went out noisily, but accompanying girls shopping, while pleasing to the eye, was an arduous experience

that outsiders couldn't understand.

Several young men couldn't keep up after less than an hour and slipped away to an internet cafe.

In the end, I was left to accompany the girls,

offering building rapport and becoming one of them.

Seeing that the time was right, while my wife was trying on clothes, I jokingly scolded Xiao for getting

her drunk and staying out so late.

Xiao didn't seem to mind, and I soon discovered that they had finished karaoke at 9:30. They

finished at 9:30, but I didn't receive a call until 11:30. It seemed there was more to the story during that time

. I continued to probe silently, but unfortunately, Xiao had also drunk quite a bit the night before and left early.

The shopping spree finally ended with the girls carrying bags full of purchases. Since we were returning

to the city in the afternoon, we decided to have a hot pot lunch together.

The hot pot restaurant was decorated in a classic style, with a nice atmosphere. While using the restroom, I unexpectedly

stumbled upon a conversation.

"Brother Fa, Sister Jing is really something! Even though I didn't actually penetrate her, her little mouth and

big breasts are really something else."

"Yeah, I was blown away the first time I saw Sister Jing at the company. I often fantasized about her giving me a handjob,

but she actually offered herself up! Tsk tsk tsk, and she was dressed like that, practically naked, it was really exciting

!"

"Brother Fa, do you think she might find out anything? What if she accuses us of rape?"

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