The Seven-Year Itch

(Chapter 1) Wedding Anniversary
"Hey! Honey, don't forget what day it is today! Remember to pick me up after work. I've already called Dad
, he'll pick Xiaoxiao up from kindergarten and take her to school tomorrow morning. I have to go to class, bye!"
"Hey! Xiaohui..."
"Beep...beep..." Before I could even speak, my wife hung up.
'Probably afraid I have another social engagement!' I thought to myself.
My wife's name is Li Hui, she's two years younger than me, and she's a Chinese language teacher at the city's experimental primary school. I
work in the purchasing department of a large company, and I often have many social engagements and come home very late. Although my wife complains a bit, she
's still very supportive of my work.
Working in the purchasing department of such a monopolistic state-owned enterprise is indeed not easy. You have to manage relationships with superiors and subordinates,
maintain client relationships, and constantly guard against backstabbing. The pressure is high, but the rewards are also plentiful.
Because today is our wedding anniversary, my wife told me a few days ago that we should go out for a candlelight dinner
. Of course, I wouldn't dare neglect such an important holiday. I turned down my dinner appointment long ago and waited quietly to get off
work.
Seven years of marriage—time flies! My daughter, Xiaoxiao, is already five, and I've just turned thirty.
Seven years of marriage—the passion is gone, leaving only ordinariness; the sweet love has transformed into a deep familial
affection.
Thinking back to when we first got married, we both dreamed of a bright future—a lovely
child, stable jobs, and a warm family. Now we have everything, but the passion and sweetness of that time
are gone forever.
Although our first time together was full of naivety, our bodies were filled with passion and desire. Back then, we
were intimate almost every night, seemingly unaware of fatigue. But after seven years, every
day is just a repetition of going to work, coming home, going to bed, and sleeping. This mechanical life has numbed our minds, and
sex has become a routine.
We know each other's bodies intimately, even the moles on our bodies are crystal clear. "Left hand holding
right hand" is probably the most fitting metaphor for us.
We've discussed this issue before and tried to add some spice, but my wife's years of traditional upbringing
make it difficult for her to accept what she considers "immoral."
After work, I drove to the entrance of the Experimental Primary School. From afar, I could see my wife already waiting there. Her body, slightly plump in a beige
suit, appeared even more proportionate at 165 cm tall. The top was
stretched taut by her full breasts, the neckline low, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage. The knee-length skirt accentuated her firm, rounded
buttocks, and paired with flesh-colored stockings and white stilettos, she was still incredibly alluring to me.
Although she had lost her youthful years, she possessed the charm of a mature woman. Time hadn't left any marks on her face
; her skin was fair and rosy, her features delicate, her chin slightly pointed, and her long hair flowing past her shoulders in the breeze
.
Seeing my car parked on the side of the road, my wife hurried over. I quickly rolled down the window: "Honey, you're not
late, are you?" My wife smiled, opened the car door, and got in: "You're pretty punctual. Let's go, I've
already made a reservation."
Arriving at the restaurant, we sat down at our reserved table. My wife took the menu from the waiter and said to me:
"What do you want to eat today, honey?"
"You order, I'll do whatever you say today." I wiped my hands with a damp towel and glanced at the waiter:
"Let's start with a bottle of red wine. What's the main course today?" The waiter's eyes were fixed on my wife's chest. My wife
held the menu in both hands, her elbows resting on the table. The pressure of her arms made her cleavage even
more pronounced, and glimpses of lace were visible at the edge of her collar.
Hearing my question, the waiter quickly looked away and stammered, "Oh...today's...today
's main course is steak, and..."
The dishes were served quickly, and the waiter couldn't help but glance at his wife's chest while putting the dishes down. I coughed when I
saw this, and the young man quickly ran away.
My wife and I ate and chatted. I jokingly whispered to her about the waiter's
embarrassing behavior, and she blushed immediately. "You rascal! Someone was peeking at your wife and you're laughing! It's all because of this dress
. It fit me perfectly when you first bought it for me, but now I've gotten so thin! Sigh! Time waits for no one, I'm becoming
an old woman!"
I looked at my wife in surprise. "This dress is... the one I bought you for our first wedding anniversary?"
"Yes! I had just started teaching at the school then, and you said that as a teacher, I
couldn't wear those colorful clothes anymore. It was our first wedding anniversary, so you bought me this suit. Sigh! I'm getting old and my looks have faded, and you don't even
care about me anymore." As she spoke, my wife became a little sad, and her mournful expression made my heart ache
.
"I'm sorry, honey. I've been so busy with work these past few years, I haven't been able to pay enough attention to you. You know, my
job is very stressful, and our manager is almost retired, so many eyes are eyeing that position!"
"Okay, honey, I didn't say anything, just some sentimental thoughts." My wife
interrupted me before I could finish, looking calmly out the window, seemingly lost in thought.
"Come on, honey, let's celebrate our seventh wedding anniversary, cheers!" I quickly changed the subject;
it's better to talk about something happy today.
The meal lasted for over two hours, and we finished off a whole bottle of red wine.
The restaurant wasn't far from our apartment complex, so I drove back via a back road and didn't encounter any traffic police.
My wife was a little unsteady on her feet as she went upstairs; the red wine must have been quite strong. As soon as she entered the door, she started taking off her clothes:
"Honey, I'm going to take a shower first, these clothes are a bit tight."
I closed the door and sat on the sofa to rest, turning on the TV and idly changing channels. I could already hear
the running water from the bathroom.
My wife opened the bathroom door and said to me, "Honey, could you get me some clean clothes? They're in the closet
."
I took my pajamas and went into the bathroom. My wife stood under the shower with her eyes closed, letting the water wash over her
high, white breasts, splashing a few drops on her dark red nipples. Although she had
a little extra fat on her lower abdomen, it wasn't particularly noticeable. Her thick, inverted triangle shape stood between her legs, further emphasizing the whiteness of her skin.
Beneath her slender, long legs were two translucent jade feet, their red nail polish adding to her allure.
Any man seeing such a sight would surely feel a stirring within him, but I remained somewhat
unmoved. I'd seen the same body for seven years; perhaps I was experiencing aesthetic fatigue.
"What are you looking at, you rascal?" My wife seemed a little embarrassed to see me staring at her naked body.
"Uh, honey, you're getting more and more beautiful."
"No way, I've gained weight! Look here, and here..." My wife pointed to her
lower abdomen and elbows, complaining.
"That's just being voluptuous. My wife has the best figure, perfectly proportioned, not too much, not too little
." I quickly flattered her.
"You smooth talker, come help me scrub my back." My wife handed me the shower gel and turned around, a satisfied
smile on her face.
I poured shower gel onto the bath sponge and began to scrub my wife's back. Thick foam accumulated on her flat back
, starting to trickle down her buttocks. I immediately knelt down to wash her buttocks and thighs. Having given birth
, my wife's hips were wide, her large buttocks slightly upturned, divided in two by a deep cleft.
A few pubic hairs peeked out from beneath her fair skin.
As I was washing her, my wife turned around, her thick, dark pubic hair right in front of my nose. Her dark red labia
were faintly visible in the foam, and a faint scent of herbs filled the air.
"Honey, let's shower together!" my wife said. I looked up at her; her watery eyes seemed to
speak volumes: "Honey, I want it."
I stood up and took off my clothes, but my wife knelt down instead, slowly pulling down my underwear. My slightly
swollen lower body was finally free, swaying eagerly in the air.
My wife held the showerhead in one hand, washing my genitals, and gently caressed my testicles with the other. The temperature was rising, and
the blood flow was quickening.
She put down the showerhead, then, holding the base of my penis, she opened her small mouth and swallowed the glans. "Oh..." I
groaned in pleasure. I felt my glans surrounded by a warm place, and a slimy
little worm was crawling around inside. I knew it was my wife's alluring tongue. Then, my wife, holding the base of my penis with both hands,
began to stroke it back and forth with her mouth.
As she stroked, the space for my penis inside her small mouth became smaller and smaller, and I reluctantly withdrew. My wife
then used her delicate tongue to lick back and forth, slowly sliding down from the urethral opening of the glans, over the hard shaft, and
to my testicles, tracing circles with the tip of her tongue.
"Oh...wife, so good..."
My wife had given me oral sex many times, but each time it was just a few perfunctory licks.
Such proactive service as today was rare.
My wife looked up at me, her hazy eyes and expression so wanton. Her mouth
didn't stop; her nimble, wet tongue returned to my erect penis.
Under her licking, my breathing grew heavier, the blood in my corpora cavernosa increased, making it
almost unbearable. My penis desperately needed penetration to relieve the discomfort, so I held her
head with both hands, thrusting forward, my hard penis almost completely submerged in her mouth. I felt the head of my penis hit something
, making it difficult to go any further.
Caught off guard by my sudden action, my wife pushed my thighs away,
spitting my penis out.
"Cough cough…you almost suffocated me! Cough…" she said, tears welling in her eyes.
Seeing her like this, I felt a pang of pity. I knelt down, stroking her face softly, and said gently,
"I'm sorry! Honey, that was really too good. Are you alright?"
"You were good, but you almost suffocated me," my wife said, sounding a little angry.
"No way! You've seen porn before, nothing's wrong, we'll just be careful. Come on, let's
continue!" I coaxed my wife gently; my little brother was waiting, we couldn't give up halfway.
"Spare me! I'm not doing it anymore, hurry up and wash up and get out!" My wife said, standing up to continue showering
. I quickly stood up and hugged her, our naked bodies pressed tightly together.
I freed one hand and kneaded her breasts, lubricated by shower gel: "Wife, we're getting
into it , if you leave, my little brother will protest."
"You bad boy, I only said 'get out,' I didn't say anything else. Hurry up and wash, I'll wait for you in bed." My wife
smiled at me, saying this as she showered.
Since we got married, I've never forced my wife to do anything sexually. As soon as she says
"no," I stop immediately and then try to find a way to proceed indirectly.
Every new position, oral sex, and other new techniques required a lot of persuasion to get her consent. Even watching porn together used
to make her feel embarrassed.
"Okay!" I reluctantly agreed, glancing down at my already somewhat limp penis, and grabbed
the soap to start showering.
(Chapter Two) The Mysterious Phone Call
I quickly rinsed myself off, putting on only my underwear before leaving the bathroom.
The living room lights were off, and the bedroom door was ajar, the dim light casting a yellowish glow on the living room
floor through the crack. I hurried to the bedroom door, gently pushing it open. My wife leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at
the family photo we took on our fifth wedding anniversary on the wall opposite the bed.
Her long, black hair was styled up, with only a few strands falling across her forehead. Her loungewear was gone; she wore
a black, sheer, spaghetti-strap nightgown, the semi-transparent fabric making her breasts appear even more alluring, her nipples
faintly visible through the black fabric, already erect. The hem of her top was low, and even though my wife was sitting against the headboard, her black
underwear was still visible. Because her legs were crossed, only a small patch of lace connected
to the back by two thin threads was visible.
Hearing the door close, my wife finally turned her gaze to me: "Finished washing so quickly?
Did you lock the security door?"
Our neighborhood isn't very safe. Last year, our house was burgled. Although we lost some valuables,
luckily we weren't home at the time, and no one was hurt. After that incident, my wife was afraid to stay home alone for a long time
, and now she insists I lock the doors and windows every night before bed.
I walked to the bedside and said to her, "Everything's closed. What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed."
"Nothing, just about school." My wife got up and half-knelt on the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms around my neck
. "Honey, do I look beautiful today?"
"Yes, my wife is beautiful every day." I gently placed my hands on her slender waist, slowly caressing
her milky-smooth skin.
Hearing my answer, my wife smiled contentedly, resting her head on my shoulder and hugging me even tighter:
"Honey, I love you! Holding you feels so good, it makes me feel so secure."
My hands slowly moved to my wife's buttocks, sometimes gently stroking, sometimes firmly, her thong
already nestled between them: "Silly girl, don't you hold me to sleep every day?"
"Honey, I just want to hold you like this every day, doing nothing, thinking nothing."
My wife seemed a little off today. I was about to ask her something when her lips sealed my mouth, and she whimpered
, "Honey, love me well."
I could only passively respond to her overwhelming onslaught. She kissed my lips, my cheeks,
my ears… I stood there with my eyes closed, enjoying it, the fire within me burning once more. My underwear
was already bulging, and my wife rubbed my penis through it with her hand, her mouth still
kissing me relentlessly.
I was somewhat surprised by my wife's almost frantic initiative today. Before, every time we made love, it was mostly me who
initiated it, and my wife would only passively accept. Although sometimes she would be a little wild, that was only after I had teased her and we
were stuck in a rut.
My wife pulled me down onto the bed, hurriedly pulled down my underwear, bent down, and began to suckle. I wasn't
idle either. I stroked my wife's upturned buttocks, and followed the cleft to her dark, slippery vulva
. Her panties were clearly soaked.
I turned her thighs up, making her kneel on top of me, and pulled aside her thin thong. Her
vulva was finally revealed before me. My wife's labia majora were dark red, with sparse hair on both sides, but it was already
wet with her juices. The slightly parted slit was still brimming with more lustful fluid, glistening under the light.
"Gulp..." I swallowed, and stuck out my tongue to lick my wife's vulva. It was slippery and
had a faint fishy and salty taste. To me at that moment, this was undoubtedly nectar. I licked it greedily,
not missing a single corner.
"Mmm!" My wife was a little overwhelmed by my licking and began to wriggle her buttocks. I had no choice but to lift my head off
the sheet and explore up and down with the movement of my wife's buttocks.
"Ah..." My wife couldn't take it anymore after a while. She spat out the penis in her mouth, sat up, turned around, and
took off her thin silk nightgown. She placed her hands on my shoulders and slowly moved her buttocks above my penis. My penis,
licked by my wife, stood erect, the glans glowing red.
My wife looked down at my penis, slowly lowering her buttocks. I, with my hands supporting my head, also watched our
joined parts, watching my wife's vagina slowly swallow my hard penis,
leaving no gap, only our pubic hair overlapping.
My wife sat up straight, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if savoring the feeling of my penis filling her body. Slowly
, she began to move slightly up and down, rising a little, then slowly sitting down again. My penis was
enveloped by my wife's vaginal muscles, warm and soft. Although her movements were small, each time she sat down, I
felt the glans touch her clitoris.
With each rise and fall of her body, her movements became more forceful,
the sounds of "slap! slap!" mingling with her moans. At this moment, my wife was a completely different person from her usual
dignified and beautiful self. She stopped caressing her own breasts and instead took my hands
, pressing them against her swaying breasts. I kneaded them forcefully, feeling the soft flesh of her breasts being squeezed between my fingers, her
cherry-like nipples hardening even more in my hands.
The sounds of wetness from our joined bodies were already making "splish, splish" sounds, my pubic hair covered in her
fluids. Her movements became faster and faster, and I was on the verge of climax, while she seemed just
a little short.
I tried to get up and change positions, but my wife pressed me back down onto the bed. My wife continued her up-and-down movements,
occasionally letting out soft moans of "Mmm...mmm...ah..." Despite my best efforts to suppress the urge to ejaculate,
I couldn't hold back, and with a "Ha..." I ejaculated.
"Just a little more, honey, mmm..." My wife continued to writhe, the discomfort and struggle on her face
clearly visible. Feeling my penis slowly soften, my wife gradually stopped moving, lying on
top of me, panting.
I stroked her back with both hands; there were fine beads of sweat on it. I said to her with a touch of guilt,
"Honey, how about I help you with my hand, or even my mouth?" As a man, not being able to bring my woman
to orgasm still left me feeling quite uneasy.
My wife slowly got up and pulled my limp penis out, kissed me on the lips, and then lay in
my arms, softly saying, "Honey, I feel so good. As long as you love me, I'm satisfied. Besides, we've
had orgasms before, why worry about having to reach one every time?"
"I love you, my wife. Thank you!" I hugged my wife and kissed her forehead, feeling her calmness,
and finally I slowly fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up to find myself covered with a blanket, but my wife was no longer beside me. I put on my pajamas and left
the bedroom, hearing the sound of the range hood coming from the kitchen. I thought my wife was preparing breakfast.
I quietly walked to the kitchen door, intending to suddenly appear and startle her, but I heard her whispering to someone
: "No, I have class this morning and can't go... This afternoon too... Okay... alright, you..." Before she
could finish, it seemed like she hung up. I secretly watched my wife; after putting down her phone, she stared blankly
out the window, her expression exactly the same as when she sat on the bed last night.
"Hey, the eggs are going to burn!" I shouted as I smelled something burning.
"Ah! Oh dear!" My wife hurriedly turned off the stove and busied herself for a while. I had no choice but to help her
make breakfast.
While eating breakfast, I tentatively asked my wife, "What were you thinking about just now? You didn't even notice the eggs were burnt." Seeing that she
was just focused on eating, I asked again, "Who called just now? Why so early?"
"Oh, it was...it was Pingping, asking me to go shopping this afternoon." My wife continued, drinking her milk without even
looking up "The school is going to evaluate teachers' promotions soon, and I'm a little worried I won't pass."
"Oh, it was Pingping?" I said with some skepticism, "If you don't pass this time, there's always next time! Don't worry
, just let things take their course."
Pingping is my wife's best friend, and the two have always been close. She often asks my wife to go shopping together, but was it really necessary
to call so early? Also, considering my wife's strange behavior last night, was she really spacing out because she was worried about not passing the promotion
?
Before I could ask anything more, my wife stood up. "I'm finished eating. Honey, I'm going to work
. I'll clean up the dishes when I get back."
"I'll drive you!" I said, getting up as well. "No need, we're not going the same way
. It's just two bus stops. Bye, honey." My wife waved to me after opening the security door, then closed it and left.
"Tap tap tap tap..." The sound of her high heels gradually faded, and the room became quiet.
I finished breakfast, cleaned up the dishes, and glanced at the wall clock. It was time for me to go to work.
I got dressed, closed the door, and went downstairs. I tried not to think about my wife, but her unusual behavior that morning lingered in
my mind, and I still couldn't figure it out even when I got to the office.
'Maybe my wife really cares about this promotion. Oh well, I'm probably just overthinking it. I should get back to work
!' Composing myself, I threw myself into another busy day.
(Chapter 3) Banquets
Our company has grown rapidly in recent years, and my workload has increased accordingly. Overtime and social engagements are commonplace
, while my wife's job is basically fixed, with plenty of free time to squander. This has resulted
in my wife and I rarely having the opportunity to talk and communicate.
Initially, my wife expressed her dissatisfaction, and I could only try my best to comfort her. With the birth of our daughter, my wife
's focus quickly shifted, and she basically let me do as I pleased. Meanwhile, under the constant influence of colleagues and clients
, I frequently visited hotels, KTVs, and bathhouses.
My wife has always trusted me; I only need to inform her when I have social engagements, and there are no
"rules of the game" or anything like that. In return, I try to come home early every night.
This year, our company is preparing for a relatively large project, and we've now reached the bidding stage. Therefore, our
department has been bustling with activity these past few days, with inquiries, bids, and people looking for connections.
Near lunchtime, I was processing documents in my office when
a man in his thirties, wearing a dark suit and glasses, stood in the doorway. "Hello, is this Manager Zhang?" I looked up and saw him.
I smiled politely and said, "Hello, my surname is Zhang, and I'm the deputy manager."
The man walked to my desk and smiled, saying, "Hehe, I'm from Dongcheng Trading Company.
I'd like to discuss the recent bidding process with you."
"Oh, have you submitted your bid?" I asked, seeing him nod. "Then we'll just
wait for the bidding to open next month."
The man with glasses continued smiling, "Hehe, the competition is fierce this time. I hope Manager Zhang will be lenient
. I'll prepare a small feast at the Jinjiang Hotel tonight; I hope Manager Zhang will grace us with his presence."
I frowned. Dongcheng Company was a rapidly rising enterprise in the past two years. The boss was very mysterious;
I only knew his surname was Chen, and he was rumored to have connections with certain underworld forces. These kinds of companies are the most difficult to deal with. You can't
easily go to the dinner table on the first meeting , especially with Lao Liu (the head of our purchasing department) behind my back. So I said, "
I have things to do this afternoon, it's hard to say tonight!"
The bespectacled man seemed to read my mind. He leaned closer to me, leaning on his desk, and whispered,
"Hehe, don't worry about Manager Liu, he has other plans for tonight. Do you need me to pick you up after work this afternoon?" I
still needed to maintain a certain level of composure. "Well… let's talk about it this afternoon!" I replied.
After work, I drove to the Jinjiang Hotel. The bespectacled man called again before leaving work, talking about his company
and asking me to come, saying that everything was arranged with Manager Liu, etc. I thought to myself, since Lao Liu is
involved, why should I pretend? We'll just keep it to ourselves.
After parking, I called my wife. "Hello, the number you dialed is currently switched off. Please
try again ." I thought to myself, "My wife should have picked up our daughter from school and come home by now, why is her phone off
?" "My phone's probably dead, I'll call again later!" I stepped into the hotel.
Arriving at the room we'd agreed upon over the phone, the bespectacled man was already waiting there. The large room was empty except for the two of us.
After a few pleasantries, we sat down as host and guest, and he nodded to the waiter standing nearby.
Dishes were quickly laid out on the table. After a few rounds of drinks and several dishes, we quickly became acquainted,
toasting each other incessantly. Soon, I was feeling a little tipsy.
The bespectacled man then pulled a card from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of me, saying in a low voice, "
I hope Manager Zhang will give me his guidance regarding the bidding process. Please let me know promptly of any developments in your company. It's just a small token of my appreciation, please accept
it."
I looked at the bank card on the table and slowly said, "What's this for? Put it away quickly. The bidding
process isn't something I can decide on my own." The bespectacled man didn't say anything more, nor did he put the bank card away; he just
kept toasting me.
Around 8 PM, I received a call from my wife: "Honey, where are you?"
I went outside and said, "Oh, I'm out socializing, I'll be home later. I called you this afternoon but your phone
was off."
My wife explained, "Um, my... my phone died. Well... drink less, and be
careful on the road."
Back in the room, the man with glasses and I drank some more. I looked at my watch and it was already past 9 PM. I was almost too weak to stand
, so I said to the man with glasses, "I can't drink anymore, any more and it'll be too much. Let's call it a day!"
"Okay, let's go upstairs for a massage, rest a bit and sober up before we go!" the man with glasses suggested.
"The service here is excellent." I didn't refuse and followed him to the seventh floor. I
'd been , but this was my first time on the seventh.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, I heard, "Hello, welcome!" Two
girls stood bowing on either side of the elevator doors, wearing matching short dresses that barely covered their buttocks, but now, with them bending over, a glimpse of their flesh
was visible.
The bespectacled man seemed familiar with the place; he went straight to the service desk, took two number plates, and handed one to me: "Take a rest
, sober up before you go back!"
"Nine." I dialed the number and entered the room. The dim lighting made the room somewhat blurry.
A large mirror hung on the wall opposite the door. A large round bed was placed on the left side of the room, opposite which was a TV
cabinet with an old-fashioned television. There was a small shower stall in the right corner. I rubbed my slightly throbbing
temples, took off my clothes, and went into the shower…
I felt much better after the shower, though my head was still spinning. I dried my hair with a towel and came out. "Hello,
may I assist you?" The sudden voice startled me. I looked up and saw a
girl in a short, standard skirt standing by the round bed. She looked about eighteen or nineteen, with her hair in a ponytail, a slightly thin figure, and a
rather prominent bust. She was carrying a small bag.
I was momentarily stunned, then quickly wrapped a towel around my lower body and gave the girl an awkward smile: "Hello! What's
your name?" The girl smiled back and said, "Sanjiu. Sir, please lie down on the bed." Her reply was somewhat mechanical
; I guess she said that to all her guests.
I walked to the bed, wrapped the towel around myself, lay down on the large round bed, put my hands behind my head, and closed my eyes.
(Chapter 4) Ice and Fire
I lay on the large round bed, enjoying the girl's cool hands kneading my back.
I'd been to places like this a few times before. After a brief moment of awkwardness, I relaxed and teased the girl, "Is 39 your
number? Don't you have a name?"
The girl, while massaging my back, said, "Sir, you can call me Tingting."
I smiled and said, "Good technique, just the right amount of pressure. I'll come back to support you again. Do n't
call me 'sir,' call me 'brother.'"
The girl didn't speak and continued massaging me. After a while, I heard a rustling sound, and then
I felt two soft little balls rolling around on my back. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror on the wall
. I saw that the girl was completely naked, her hands on either side of me,
drawing circles on my back with her nipples, starting from my shoulders, slowly moving up my back, then my buttocks, down my thighs and calves.
Watching the girl's movements in the mirror, feeling her two erect nipples roam over my body, my penis
quickly swelled. The girl probably sensed the change in my body, smiled, stopped moving, and said,
"Sir, please turn over."
I slowly turned over and lay down. I didn't know when the towel had been untied, and my penis, freed from
the pressure of my body, swayed from side to side. The girl's expression remained unchanged, but I was a little nervous. I asked myself, "Is it inappropriate to do this on my first
date with a guy with glasses? And what about Xiaohui? Will she suspect
anything when we get back?"
I lay there lost in thought, while the girl didn't stop for a moment. She gently stroked my penis
a couple of times, and the glans broke through the foreskin and was exposed to the air. Then the girl naturally straddled my
legs , her hands cupping her small but firm breasts, enveloping my penis in her cleavage.
Watching my glans slide in and out of her cleavage, feeling the fullness of her young breasts, I instantly
banished all the chaotic thoughts in my mind, and laughed, saying, "You seem even more eager than I am."
The girl looked up at me, smiling, and said, "That's because your thing is good!"
The girl stopped after a while, and I could feel a little fluid leaking from the tip of my penis. Then she crawled
to the bedside table, where there were two disposable paper cups. The girl took a
grape-sized ice cube from one of the cups and put it in her mouth, then turned around and straddled me, her small mouth facing one of my nipples.
Her mouth, half-filled with ice, pressed against my nipple, "Hiss..." A cool sensation came, and I couldn't help but
take a deep breath. The coolness then moved to the other nipple, then to my belly, my lower abdomen.
With each spot , my nerves involuntarily tightened.
Finally, the girl's mouth came to my penis. She grasped the base of my penis with one hand, her small mouth
climbing up to the tip, slowly taking the glans into her mouth. "Oh..." Feeling the glans enveloped in coolness,
goosebumps rose all over my body. I felt the blood in my corpora cavernosa surging to
the glans, resisting the chill.
The girl slowly swallowed my penis. I could feel the small block of ice
shrinking as her tongue moved, and I closed my eyes again in pleasure.
A moment later, the girl spat out my penis, turned to her side to spit out the ice water, grabbed
another paper cup from the bedside table, took a big gulp, and then lay back down beneath me.
So hot! This was my only sensation when the girl took my penis into her mouth for the second time.
Just moments before, I was skiing in the Arctic, and now I was sunbathing at the equator. The rapid change in temperature
caused a brief slowdown in my body's reaction. I felt my penis enveloped in warmth on the outside, filled with coolness in the middle, and deep inside,
the rush of heat from my rapidly flowing blood.
What a feeling! Words cannot describe it. I closed my eyes, my breathing
unconsciously becoming heavier.
Slowly, the girl's swallowing stopped, and the temperature returned to normal after the temperature adjustment. I quietly
savored the feeling, and after a long while, I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That felt so good!"
I opened my eyes and looked at the girl. I didn't know when, but she had a condom in her mouth.
She smiled at me with her eyes narrowed, then used her mouth to put the condom on my penis. Then she rolled over and lay down beside me,
saying, "Brother, that's enough."
I sat up and looked at the girl lying next to me. She had a well-proportioned figure, and her full breasts remained
firm even when she lay down. The sparse pubic hair on her lower body couldn't hide the tender pink flesh of her vulva. Although her skin wasn't very white,
the tightness and elasticity unique to young girls still made me unable to resist stroking her.
The girl lay quietly with her head turned to the side, without saying a word, letting my hands roam over her skin.
Looking at the girl, my eyes became hazy. I remembered my wife looking just like this when we first got married—shy
yet expectant, awkward yet full of passion. I couldn't
remember how many times I'd been to prostitutes. Every time it started, I'd condemn myself. I'm a married
man; I have a wife and daughter who love me. I can't betray them. Afterwards, I'd find excuses to comfort myself:
it was just a fling, a release of lust, it wouldn't happen again. But when the "next time" came, I could
n't help but fall back in.
'I can't do this. I'm betraying my wife. She's waiting for me at home,' I
thought But another voice cried out: 'It's come to this, the bullet's already loaded, what's the point of worrying?
Go for it!'
Perhaps sensing my hesitation, the girl turned to look at me, rubbing my condom-covered
penis with her hand, saying, 'Brother, what are you waiting for?' The little bit of reason I'd just regained vanished under her touch
. I mounted her, my hands gripping her thighs, and thrust into her soft vulva.
Perhaps I used too much force, because the girl cried out, "Ugh... Ah..."
I chuckled and said, "Is it good? This is just the beginning!" I ignored her and
thrust in and out with even more force.
I held her firm breasts in my hands, feeling the youthful energy emanating from her body,
giving me a strange sense of time travel. I felt like I was back in my youth, tirelessly indulging
my lust. The girl moaned repeatedly from my vigorous thrusting, "Mmm... Ah... Brother... You're
so... amazing..."
I stopped, turning her over. She was kneeling on the bed, her buttocks raised high, her tender
pink vulva fully exposed. A little white foam had accumulated around her opening, making her vulva appear even more delicate and lovely.
I knelt behind her, rubbing my penis around her vulva. Every time I reached her clitoris, her
body trembled slightly. I gripped my penis, aimed it at her opening, and slowly inserted it,
continuing to thrust vigorously. The girl's body jolted back and forth with each thrust: "Mmm... Brother... You... You're
so strong... Ah... Ah..."
I looked at the ponytail swinging wildly above her head and grabbed it, "Hehe, you little slut, am I
good?"
I pulled her head high, and she said, "Ah... Brother, you're amazing... I'm almost... there
..." After saying that, she buried her head in the sheets, her body trembling violently on the bed, her legs
straight , even her toes curled up.
I continued thrusting forcefully, feeling the girl's vaginal muscles contract with each tremor
, the pleasure from my penis building up until finally, I reached the peak of pleasure...
After resting for a while, the girl put on her clothes, picked up her small bag, and went out. I lay on the large round bed
, smoking, savoring the intense battle we'd just had. Suddenly, my wife's image popped into my head again—she
stood there naked, staring blankly at me, saying nothing.
I shook my head violently, got up, and went into the shower.
It was already 11:30 when I got home. I didn't turn on the light, but quietly opened my daughter's bedroom door. Seeing her
sleeping peacefully, my heart gradually calmed down. I gently closed the door and went into my own bedroom, turning on
the bedside lamp. My wife was lying on her side, her back to me, seemingly asleep.
I quickly took off my clothes and got into bed, calming my breathing, and put my arm around her waist. Perhaps
my movements woke her; she turned her head and said sleepily, "Honey, you're back?"
"Yes, wife," I replied, seemingly unsuspecting. "Go to sleep early; you have work tomorrow."
My wife hummed in agreement, turned over, and continued sleeping.
My hand, which was around my wife's slender waist, slowly moved upwards, grasping one of her full breasts and caressing it. I kneaded
her nipples for a while, but seeing she still didn't react, I figured she must be tired from shopping that afternoon. So
I turned over and turned off the light.
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(Chapter 5) Taxi
The next day, I got up early, went downstairs to buy breakfast, and came back to find that my wife was still asleep, which was not like her usual
habits. I had to get my daughter dressed and washed first, and my wife didn't get up until it was time for us to eat breakfast.
Seeing us eating, she yawned and said, "Sorry, I was quite tired yesterday, so
I slept in a bit."
I joked, "Yeah, shopping is tiring too!"
A fleeting look of nervousness crossed her face as she said this: "You didn't get home that late yesterday either."
Feeling guilty, I didn't argue further and simply said, "I'll try to come home earlier next time
. Let's eat!"
After breakfast, my wife went to work, and I dropped our daughter off at kindergarten before heading to the office. At this time...
It was still early before work hours, and the empty office building was only occupied by two cleaning ladies.
I opened the office door and noticed a manila envelope on the floor. Inside was a
bank card and a note that read, "Manager Zhang, you forgot your things at the restaurant yesterday."
I was genuinely shocked. I hadn't expected Dongcheng Company to be so resourceful, managing to
leave my things in my office without a word.
I took out my phone and checked my call history; thankfully, the bespectacled man's call log from yesterday was still there.
The moment the bespectacled man's voice came through: "Hello, Manager Zhang, did you receive the goods?"
Suppressing my shock, I said, "What do you mean? I made everything clear yesterday.
Some things are beyond my control. You should take the goods back quickly!"
The bespectacled man said, "Manager Zhang, don't worry! Our company just wants your help.
We've taken care of everything else, so don't worry."
"This… okay!"
I hung up, thinking about what the bespectacled man had said. It seemed his company had already made arrangements; sending
me the card was just to prevent me from interfering. Although I was only a deputy, I was still a member of the bidding committee, and my
words carried some weight. Having figured this out, I felt at ease, locked the bank card in the drawer,
and went to attend to other matters.
The next few days passed peacefully. My wife and I were both busy with our own work, and the bespectacled man didn't
contact me again.
This afternoon, work wasn't busy, so I used the excuse of delivering documents to the Construction Bureau to drive away. As I passed my wife
's school, I called her, but her phone was off. I called her office, and the teacher at the next desk said she didn't have any
classes that afternoon and had just left.
I didn't think much of it and continued crawling along the road. There were so many cars on the road now, a traffic jam even in the middle of the day
. I kept honking my horn to urge the cars in front of me to move forward, idly watching the equally congested traffic around me.
Suddenly, I noticed a taxi to my right. In the back seat, a man with dyed blond hair was
passionately kissing a woman, his arms wrapped around her cheeks. The man had tattoos on his arms, and the woman had long, flowing hair; neither of their
faces were clearly visible.
After kissing for a while, the woman forcefully pushed the blond-haired man away. When they finally separated, I saw
the woman's face—just a fleeting glance—before she lowered her head. But that fleeting glance was enough for me to know
: that woman was my wife!
In an instant, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My mind went blank. I couldn't believe it.
My wife, always gentle and conservative, had been having an affair. She was kissing another man in a taxi.
Had my wife betrayed me? In that moment of stunned silence, the taxi turned right with the flow of traffic. I stared blankly at
my wife in the taxi; she didn't look up again.
I quickly turned right to catch up, but then, "Bang!" My car
jolted. Looking at the receding taxi, I could still vaguely make out the numbers "**699."
I cursed, "Damn it!"
Because the vehicles were too close, I rear-ended it while turning. Seeing the driver of the car in front get out, I knew I couldn't
leave . Luckily, I wasn't going fast; I only bumped the bumper. After the traffic police mediated, I paid
some compensation and went to chase after the taxi, but more than an hour had passed. Where could I find it?
我不停地拨打妻子的手机，却总是那讨厌的女声在回答：「对不起，您拨打
的电话已关机……」
把车停在路边，我回想着妻子这几天的异样，先是莫名的发怔，再是手机不
停的关机，那天早上的电话也应该是妻子撒谎临时找的藉口，下午根本就不是去
逛街，其实是去会情人了。
我一根接一根的抽着烟，心里的愤怒越积越多，我要找到那对狗男女，狠狠
揍他们一顿。我启动车子，盲目的在大街上走着，眼里只剩下「＊＊６９９」这
三个号码.
前面的一处加气站里，出租车排起了长龙等待着添加燃气，我停下车，一辆
一辆的辨认着汽车牌照，「＊＊６９９，找到了！」我快步上前对坐在驾驶座的
司机说：「师傅，向您打听个人，有个头上染着黄毛的人刚才是坐您的车吗？」
司机大概四十岁左右，听到我问他，看着我思索了一下，说：「这个……好
" There seemed to
I asked impatiently, "Yes, yes, do you remember where they got off?"
The driver frowned and said, "Oh dear, I pick up so many people every day, how can I remember them all!"
I quickly took out a hundred yuan from my pocket and stuffed it into the car, saying, "Please think about it again, I'm in a hurry."
The taxi driver took the money and stuffed it back into my hand, saying, "Young man, that's not what I meant. How could I accept such
ill-gotten gains ?" I felt a little embarrassed after hearing this and forced a smile at the driver.
The driver continued, "You seem to be in a hurry. Don't rush, stay calm, think it over..."
The driver stopped and looked at me. Seeing me staring at him expectantly, he had no choice but to continue, "I remember, they
seemed to get off at the Holiday Inn."
"Thank you, driver!" I quickly ran into the car and headed straight for the Holiday Inn.
(Chapter Six) Holiday Inn
Arriving at the Holiday Inn, I sat in the car, pondering how to find them. I was familiar with this hotel;
our company often ate here for business dinners. The first and second floors were restaurants, and the third floor and above were suites for guests.
I went to the front desk and saw a familiar-looking receptionist. I decided to try my luck, figuring I could try something else
if . So, I mustered my courage and asked, "Excuse me, could you please check if there are any rooms booked by our company?
Her name is Li Hui, and she's probably using her own name."
The receptionist smiled at me and started searching on the computer; she seemed to recognize me. I was secretly pleased, but then I thought
of my wife, and anger surged within me again.
"It's room 618," the receptionist said, looking up at me with a standard smile.
"Thank you,"
I forced a smile, suppressing my anger. 'She really dares to use her own name to book a room,' I muttered under my breath
, and quickly stepped into the elevator.
On the sixth floor, the brief acceleration from gravity left me feeling oxygen-deprived. The corridor was eerily quiet; I could almost hear
my own heartbeat. I strode out of the elevator, my anger rising with each step.
Reaching room 618, I calmed my breathing and raised my foot to kick it. Just then, a loud "bang!"
echoed I turned to see a hotel employee pushing a trolley, gripping
the doorknob, staring at me with wide eyes. I froze, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of a stranger. I
slowly lowered my foot, pretending to be nonchalant, and turned to leave.
Instead of taking the elevator, I walked into the fire escape at the other end of the corridor, struggling to sit on the stairs,
panting heavily. Everything that had just happened seemed to have drained all my strength. I shakily pulled out a cigarette,
lit it, and puffed away. The taxi driver's words suddenly echoed in my mind: "Don't
rush into things, stay calm, think it through."
My emotions slowly calmed down. Looking back, I realized I'd acted too impulsively. Luckily, I didn't break down the door.
If my wife wasn't inside, I'd be incredibly embarrassed; but if she really was inside with another man, how would I
face her? Beat that man up, slap my wife hard, and slam the door? Could I
bear the consequences? In this small city, if I did that, the news would
spread like wildfire, becoming the talk of the town. What would my friends and colleagues
think of me? "Look, Manager Zhang, wearing a green hat."
Divorce was the only option left. My wife would inevitably leave me. Was our seven-year marriage about
to end? What about my daughter? She's only five years old; she'd be without a mother.
I could only swallow my anger, but I couldn't bear my wife's betrayal. Since we got married, I
've pampered her and never let her suffer any hardship. I've worked tirelessly to support the family, and this is
the result. The thought of her in the taxi with that blond guy feels like a steel awl piercing my heart
.
I shuffled downstairs and drove away from the Holiday Inn.
Driving aimlessly, my wife called: "Hey, honey, I don't
have class this afternoon. I'll pick up our daughter later. Are you coming home for dinner?"
I wanted to confront her about her betrayal, but when she mentioned our daughter, I swallowed my words. Now
wasn't the time to confront her. This needed to be handled calmly, without causing a public uproar.
I didn't want to see her right now, so I said curtly, "Not sure. You don't need to wait for me."
Hanging up, I stared blankly ahead, moving slowly with the traffic. The shops along the road gradually
lit up . I checked my watch; it was past six. I randomly picked a restaurant and started drinking in silence. The pungent alcohol irritated
every nerve in my body, and the frustration in my chest attacked me relentlessly. Before long, I slumped onto the table, unconscious
…
I was woken up by the restaurant owner; it was already ten o'clock, and the restaurant was closing.
I staggered into my car, but couldn't find the ignition switch. In anger, I slammed the keys down and slumped
onto the steering wheel: "Where am I going? Home? Will that still be my home?" After fumbling
for the keys, I drove home. What I had to face sooner or later, I had to.
The living room lights were off, and the bedroom door was closed; she was probably asleep. Good, at least I didn't have to face her today
.
After showering, I went to check on my daughter's room as usual. I'm usually so busy with work that I don't spend enough time with her
. I try to take her to the amusement park on weekends when I have time.
I opened the bedroom door. The bedside lamp was on, and my wife was still awake, wearing her
thin black nightgown and a blanket over her lower body. She sat there looking at me and said, "Honey, why are you so late?"
This made me nervous, as if I were the one who had done something wrong, not her. I gave a heavy "Mmm!" and
threw back the blanket, lying down on the bed with my back to her. My wife paused, then lay down close to me, her left arm
around my waist, her soft, white breasts pressed against my back. She looked up and whispered in my ear, "
What's wrong with you today? You didn't even acknowledge me when you got home."
What could I say? I had no choice but to make an excuse, saying, "I'm just a little tired; the company's been really busy lately."
After I finished speaking, my wife let go of me, lay flat on the bed, and said, "Busy, busy, busy! All
you ever do is work. How many times a week do you even come home for dinner? How many words do we even exchange? Don't think I'm
nagging; I know you're busy working for this family. Our lives are better now, but I feel
like we've lost something. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know it's very important to us." '
Now you're starting to criticize me, all those things you've done…' I thought to myself, turning to her and saying,
"You…" I looked at my wife, the words stuck in my throat. I knew I still
loved her. Seven years together had made me inseparable from her. I was afraid that if I confessed, it would be too late to undo the damage,
so I said, "Don't overthink it, go to sleep!"
I was about to turn over when my wife called out, "Honey," and then snuggled into
my arms. "Honey, I just wish you could spend more time with me and our daughter."
"I've been quite busy lately with the company's bidding process. If we have time this weekend, let's take
Xiaoxiao to the amusement park."
My wife was delighted. "Great! We haven't gone out together in ages. Thank you, honey, I love
you!" '
It seems my wife still loves me. Then why did she do that behind my back? Is it because she's grown tired of me in bed
? Although we don't have sex very often, I'm confident the quality is still acceptable.'
I gently patted my wife's back, saying nothing.
I desperately wanted to know why she cheated, but I couldn't ask her directly. I had to think of
other ways.
(Chapter Seven) The Small Courtyard in the Dense Forest
For the next two days, I pretended to work as if nothing had happened, but my mind was still preoccupied with what had happened that day
. It was like a thorn stuck in my heart, constantly tormenting me. I had to do something;
I couldn't just sit here and wait like an idiot. I decided to secretly follow her and observe her.
Tomorrow is the weekend, and work wasn't too busy today. I said goodbye to Lao Liu, drove to the Experimental
Primary School, parked in a secluded spot, and dialed my wife's number.
"Hello, honey, what's up?" My wife's voice was as gentle as ever
, always so soothing to hear.
"Um, nothing much, just wanted to ask if you're free this afternoon. Didn't you say I'm never home? Let's
go to the supermarket together this afternoon to buy some groceries and then cook dinner."
After I finished speaking, my wife paused for a moment before saying, "This afternoon? I have class this afternoon... and I also need to... go to
the Education Bureau !"
"Oh, is that so? What bad timing!"
My wife said apologetically, "I'm sorry, honey, I'll be home as soon as possible. I'm going to class now,
bye-bye."
After hanging up, about ten minutes later, I dialed my wife's office number again.
The same teacher answered: "Xiao Zhang? Li Hui went to class."
"Does she have class this afternoon?"
"She doesn't have class this afternoon. Is it urgent? Should I go and call her?" This teacher was quite helpful.
"It's okay, it's okay, no need to call her. I'll call her cell phone later! Thanks, goodbye."
Sitting in the car, quietly watching the school gate, my thoughts were racing. My wife had clearly
lied to me. She clearly had time this afternoon but lied and said she had class. Was she going to meet that blond guy again?
Such frequent rendezvous, wasn't she afraid of being discovered? It was a coincidence, really. If I hadn't
seen what was happening in the taxi that day, I probably would still be in the dark.
Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui, what are you doing this for? Recalling every little
detail , clear and blurry, everything was so warm. Is it because I'm about to lose her that I
cherish her so much?
I watched my wife walk quickly out of the school gate, glancing at the time: 1:48 PM.
My wife walked to a black SUV parked by the roadside, whispered a few words to the person inside, and looked at
her furrowed brow, seemingly angry. But she still opened the back door and got in.
The car slowly started, and I quickly started my car and followed.
After driving for about thirty minutes, I followed the SUV far from the city center, into
the hilly area north of the city. The road became narrower and narrower, and the number of cars on the road gradually decreased. I increased
the distance between myself and the car in front to avoid being spotted.
After turning over the hillside ahead, the car drove onto a small path in the dense forest beside the highway. I stopped the car and observed the area
. I realized I couldn't follow any further, so I hid the car in a secluded spot in the nearby woods and followed the
path.
After walking for more than ten minutes, I vaguely saw a courtyard standing in the dense forest ahead. The large red iron gate
was firmly closed, and a nearly three-meter-high wall surrounded a two-story building in the middle. I hid behind a tree and observed for a
while before slowly approaching the courtyard.
Peeking through the crack in the gate, I saw the SUV parked under a large tree that two people could barely encircle in the yard.
Faint sounds of laughter and conversation could be heard coming from inside. Had it already started? I was frantic, but couldn't find
a way to get in.
I circled the yard, and luckily, there were a few large trees near the back wall of the small building. Using
the trees jumped into the yard. Because the wall was too high, I twisted my ankle when I jumped down. I gritted my teeth and endured the excruciating pain,
slowly making my way to the bottom of the small building.
It was a simple two-story building, with large sections of the mottled walls crumbling away, revealing
the loose blue bricks underneath. There were two small windows on the back wall of the first floor, with black curtains hanging from them. The ground around the windows
was littered with weeds, empty lunchboxes, and scattered empty bottles.
I listened intently for a while under the windows; now there was no sound from inside. I slowly stood up and
peeked through the gap in the curtains. What I saw next pierced my heart once again.
This was a small room, probably a bedroom on the first floor. Besides a large bed, there
was only a table. Beside the bed, facing me, stood a naked man, lean and wiry, with a
dragon tattoo on his arm, dyed blond hair, and a thick, dark penis erect.
On the bed in front of him lay a similarly naked woman, her hands gripping her knees,
completely exposing her alluring genitals to the man's view. Her disheveled long hair obscured most of her face, and her snow-white
skin was marked with varying shades of red. Her full breasts swayed back and forth with the man's thrusts, and she
occasionally emitted soft "mmm...mmm..." sounds. Their genitals were a mess;
the wrinkled sheets beneath the woman were soaked, and thick,
white fluid clung to her vulva and the man's throbbing penis.
At this moment, the blond-haired man reached out and grasped the woman's breast, gradually increasing the pressure. The soft, fleshy flesh spilled out from between his fingers
. Perhaps the force was too great, for the woman cried out in pain, "Ah!" She turned her head to look at
the blond-haired man , her brow furrowed, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
The blond-haired man chuckled lewdly, "Scream again! Weren't you enjoying it just now?"
The wife kept her mouth tightly shut, only shaking her head vigorously.
"Damn it, scream! Don't you think I'm having more fun than your husband?"
The wife opened her eyes and pleaded with the blond-haired man, "Please, don't say anything. I've already wronged him enough."
Hearing this, the blond-haired man stopped thrusting and slowly pulled his penis out of the wife's body
. A layer of glistening liquid coated the thick shaft, and the huge glans gleamed. Yellow Hair, supporting his wife's legs, said, "Baby, let's change
positions, lie down there." His wife obediently turned slowly, her bare pink back smooth as jade, her curves alluring
. Her two round, snowball-like breasts appeared even fuller under the influence of gravity, and her two plump
buttocks trembled and protruded, becoming the highest point of her body at that moment.
After kneeling, his wife turned her head and said, "You said you'd give me back my things after this."
"What's the rush? We'll talk about it later." Yellow Hair finished speaking and began to thrust vigorously, his thick penis
penetrating to the hilt with each thrust, then quickly withdrawing, leaving only the glans inside. The tender flesh of her vagina was
pulled in , leaving only glistening vaginal fluid accumulating at the entrance.
At first, the wife bit her lower lip tightly, only making nasal sounds like "hmm...hmm..." As the blond-haired man continued
to thrust violently, her arms seemed unable to support her weight and she collapsed onto the bed. When the blond-haired man's palm
slapped hard on the wife's round buttocks, she opened her mouth and let out a scream: "Ah..."
The slight pain in her buttocks and the blond-haired man's rough movements completely conquered the wife. She was intoxicated
by , her eyes slightly closed, and finally let out a soul-stirring moan.
(Chapter 8) Underwear
I crouched down by the window, my hands tightly covering my ears, trying to shut out the humiliating sounds.
I shook my head violently with my eyes closed, trying to forget the images that had just appeared, but it was all
in vain. The sounds and images were deeply imprinted in my mind, tearing my heart apart again and again.
Inside the room, the blond-haired man was still slapping my wife's buttocks, saying, "Slut, is it
good? Is my cock good? Tell me!"
My wife was already slurring her words: "Mmm...oh...good...mmm..."
"Does your pussy like my ****? Does it like being fucked by ****?"
"I...like...ah...ah..."
Hearing the "plop, plop" sounds coming from inside the room and the moans coming from my wife's mouth, I knew that my wife was
on the verge of orgasm. At this time, my wife's vagina would tighten forcefully, accumulating the power needed for the final burst
, and I would often be overwhelmed by this strange tightening.
The blond-haired man seemed to be struggling to keep up with his wife: "Damn, this little cunt is getting tighter and tighter, I almost came
. It's only because I can hold on that your husband can't bring you to orgasm, right?"
His wife lay on the bed, panting heavily: "Don't... talk about him... ah... ah... ah ah..."
Finally, his wife reached her climax. She convulsed and collapsed onto the bed, her hands gripping the sheets
tightly, her limbs tense, and her whole body would occasionally shudder violently. The blond-haired man also trembled as he ejaculated deep into his wife
's uterus, then leaned to one side and lay on top of her.
The two rested like that for over ten minutes before Huang Mao finally propped himself up, slowly withdrew his limp penis
, picked up a cigarette from the table beside him, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled. Looking at his
wife, still lying on the bed, he said, "Baby, you're a real gem. I knew you were
a woman with a strong sex drive the first time I fucked you. What's most remarkable is your double orgasm. The first contraction of your vagina was just the surface;
the second one was your real orgasm. Most men can't take it and ejaculate during your first contraction
, and your man was no exception, right?"
His wife visibly trembled, but still didn't get up, seemingly acknowledging Huang Mao's words.
Huang Mao smiled and was about to speak again when the phone on the table rang. "Hey, boss, I'm in our little courtyard..."
he said, opening the door and leaving, his voice fading away.
After Huang Mao closed the door, his wife sat up abruptly, stunned for a moment, and then began to sob softly. I
watched from outside the window as my naked wife sat on the bed crying. 'Is she regretting it?' "Thinking to myself,
the nerve called tenderness suddenly twitched, and I felt a pang of pity for her. Seven years of living together had made us
deeply attached to each other, and a faint thought began to cross my mind—to find an excuse to forgive her. After
crying for a while, my wife was wiping the tears from her face with a tissue when the blond-haired man, naked, pushed open the door and entered. His limp
penis swayed from side to side as he walked. 'Baby, get up, come on, let me clean you up.'
he said bringing his penis to my wife's mouth.
'That bastard, making Xiaohui clean him with her mouth.' I cursed inwardly, but I still had to control my
body and not make a sound.
My wife obediently held my penis with both hands, opened her mouth and swallowed it, licking it back and forth with her tongue from time to time. My
penis, which had just ejaculated, gradually began to swell again. In seven years of marriage, my wife had never done this for me before.
Looking at her practiced movements, it was clear that this was not the first time she had done it."
Yellow Hair stroked his wife's hair, saying, "Baby, I really can't live without you. If my boss hadn't
called me, I would have fucked you again."
His wife spat out his penis, looked up at him, opened her mouth but said nothing.
"Get dressed, we'll talk on the way," Yellow Hair said, seemingly in a hurry, and started getting dressed.
"You…" His wife hesitated, but finally obediently put on her clothes, only to find her underwear was
missing .
"Don't bother looking, I'll bring you a set another day. Hurry up, the boss is waiting for me!"
His wife said anxiously, "How am I going to get home like this?" After searching the entire house without finding it,
she had no choice but to hurriedly lift her skirt and follow Yellow Hair away in his car.
As the car slowly drove away, I sat blankly under the window behind the small building, my heart a jumble of emotions, a
mixture of sour, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors, but lacking any sweetness.
The question that had been nagging at me for days finally had an answer: my wife had indeed cheated on me, coming
to this remote place to have an affair with another man behind my back. I just couldn't understand why she would choose a man like that; that
blond guy was clearly a thug.
After waiting a while, making sure no one was in the yard, I slowly stood up, leaning against the wall, my legs numb and
trembling. I laboriously made my way around to the front of the small building, looked at the locked door, kicked
it , and went to the only big tree in the yard. I plopped down on the ground, staring at the scattered dry
leaves on the concrete, racking my brains for a solution. What should I do about my wife?
The anger of a few days ago was gone; what's done is done, there's no going back. The only thing left to do was find the best
solution. Divorce is the only option left, and I believe neither of us wants to go that far. My wife
hasn't completely betrayed me; I can tell from her crying. But the
intense climax she just experienced shows she truly enjoyed it. This leaves me conflicted. Should I continue to
pretend nothing's wrong?
"What's that?" A dark mass covered by fallen leaves nearby. I got up, picked it up
, and couldn't help but chuckle bitterly. It was the underwear my wife couldn't find. I held it in
my hand, kneading it, feeling the soft, smooth lace fabric.
"She took her clothes off as soon as she got off the bus..." I muttered to myself, feeling a sticky sensation on my fingers again .
Feeling the sensation, I opened the panties and saw that the area covering my wife's breasts was soaked with her love juice,
glistening on my fingers.
I stuffed my wife's panties into my pocket, climbed back over the wall from the small courtyard, followed the path to the highway, and drove
towards the city.
(Chapter Nine) Unexpectedly
, I received a call from my wife on the way
. She said she had picked up our daughter and brought her home, and called to check on us because no one was home. I made an excuse about work, bought some things at the supermarket near the entrance of the community, and then
returned home exhausted.
As soon as I opened the door, my daughter ran over and hugged me, saying, "Daddy, I got another little red flower today,
look!" She pointed to the red sticker on her clothes, looking very proud.
I changed my shoes, put my things on the floor, picked up my daughter, and said, "Our Xiaoxiao is the best!
Come here, give me a kiss."
"Daddy's beard is prickly, no!" my daughter pushed my face away, shaking her head.
We played around for a while longer. My wife opened the bathroom door, dried her hair with a towel, and came out. Seeing
my daughter and me playing on the sofa, she deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Still playing around? You're spoiling Xiaoxiao like a boy
." Her tone was full of tenderness and affection, as if nothing had happened that afternoon.
Looking at my wife's fake smile, I felt disgusted and remained expressionless.
My wife noticed my displeasure and asked, "Honey, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"
I didn't bother to answer and got up to go to the bathroom.
After showering and changing into my pajamas, I remembered that I had thrown my wife's underwear into
the laundry basket along with her clothes, so I quickly retrieved it. Holding the underwear I'd taken off my wife, it felt
like a hot potato. Should I confront her about it? Or should I hide it
and try to probe her indirectly?
I hesitated in the bathroom, holding the underwear, when I heard her call from the kitchen, "Dinner's ready! Husband,
aren't you done washing up yet? Xiaoxiao, come wash your hands." Without thinking, I put the underwear, stained with my wife's fluids,
back into my pajamas pocket, calmed my breathing, and went to the kitchen.
During dinner, I didn't speak to my wife, not even glancing at her. She
ate silently, constantly putting food on my and our daughter's plates. I knew that if our daughter weren't there, she would
have already asked me why I was being so cold. I thought it was time to talk to her; at least I couldn't let her
treat me like a fool anymore.
Each of us lost in our own thoughts, the meal tasted like cardboard. Our daughter seemed to sense the
heavy atmosphere; she obediently finished her meal and went to watch cartoons.
After our daughter went to the living room, I coldly said to my wife, "Have you been very busy lately? Why has your
phone been off every time I've called you?"
My wife's eyes flickered, and she cautiously asked, "Honey, when...when did you call?"
"This afternoon."
My wife visibly trembled upon hearing this. "I...I went to the Education Bureau for training this afternoon, and my phone was off."
Looking at my wife's flustered appearance, I sneered inwardly and said with annoyance, "Alright, let
's talk about it after Xiaoxiao goes to sleep tonight!" After saying that, I put down my chopsticks and went to the study.
That evening, I idly browsed the internet in the study, while my wife played games with our daughter in the living room. Both of us tacitly
avoided mentioning what happened at dinner.
At nine o'clock, my wife had just finished bathing our daughter and was about to put her to bed when I received a call from my mother:
"Son, come to the hospital right away! Your father was hit by a car!"
I jumped up: "What! What happened? How is Dad?"
My mother sobbed, "Your father and I were hit by a car on our way home from a walk. He's in
the operating room right now. Please come quickly!"
"Mom, don't worry, I'll be right there."
After hanging up, I quickly told my wife a few things, changed my clothes, grabbed some money, and before leaving, I remembered that
my underwear was still in the pocket of my loungewear. I rolled up the loungewear and hid it in the back of the closet.
After checking that there were no obvious signs, I hurriedly left and drove straight to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, my father was still in the operating room, and my mother was giving a statement to two traffic police officers.
I listened for a while and got a basic understanding of what had happened.
Both my parents are in their fifties and have a habit of going for a walk after dinner. Today, on their
way home, my father was hit by a car without license plates, which only stopped briefly before
speeding away.
After giving their statements, the two officers said a few more words about solving the case quickly and then left. I helped my mother
sit anxiously outside the operating room.
After a while, my wife rushed over and sat on my mother's other side, quietly comforting her.
I thought, with my wife here, who will look after our daughter now? I asked her, "Who's looking after Xiaoxiao while you're here?"
"I came after I put Xiaoxiao to sleep. I'll be right back,"
my mother said, wiping away tears. She told my wife, "Xiaohui, it's alright. We'll be fine here. You should
go back and take care of Xiaoxiao!"
"Mom, I'll go back now," my wife said, then looked at me and said, "Don't catch a cold tonight
. Call me if anything happens." I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the operating room door.
More than an hour after my wife left, the surgery ended. The attending physician explained the situation to us:
my father's injuries weren't serious; he had two fractures in his ribs and arm, but he was still in a coma after surgery. He wasn't in
life-threatening danger, but due to his age, recovery would be slower. My mother and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at my father lying quietly on the hospital bed, tears welled in my eyes. Because I'm busy with work,
I usually only visit my parents every now and then. Recently, I've been very busy and haven't
been home . My father was a policeman his whole life. In my memory, he was always tall, upright, and
decisive. He was approaching retirement age when this happened.
My mother sat by the bed, constantly nagging, saying that she was the one who caused the accident and shouldn't have done this or that
... I could only comfort her, saying that it was just an accident and no one was to blame.
I hadn't slept a wink all night. The next morning, my wife rushed over after dropping our daughter off. She bought some breakfast on the way, and
after I washed my face, I ate with my mother. My mother then urged us to go to work, saying she could look after things at the hospital
. My wife and I couldn't refuse, so we agreed and left the inpatient department together.
On the way to school, I caught a glimpse of my wife sitting
silently . I remembered her wanton behavior in the courtyard yesterday, and my heart ached again. For now,
I could only silently endure it and wait until my father's condition improved. After
stopping the car, my wife said to me, "Honey, I don't have classes this afternoon. I'll go home and cook some lunch to take to
Mom . I'll stay there this afternoon."
"Okay, I'll be there right after work. You can pick up Xiaoxiao and go straight home. I'm off." "Okay, goodbye
, honey."
When I got to the company, I went to talk to Lao Liu about my father's hospitalization and hoped to get a month's leave.
Lao Liu troubled and said, "Xiao Zhang, it's not that I'm heartless, but there's so much going on at the company right now. The bidding process
is at a critical juncture. It's difficult for me to take such a long leave! Besides, I'm retiring at the end of the year, and
you're a strong candidate to succeed me. Taking leave now will give the boss a very bad impression."
"But my father is still in the hospital."
Old Liu thought for a moment and said, "How about this, you must come to work every morning, and there are some meetings you absolutely must
attend. If you don't have anything to do in the afternoon, go to the hospital. How does that sound?"
Old Liu had already given me a lot of convenience, so I couldn't insist on taking a long leave. I could only nod and agree, "
Okay , thank you, Manager Liu."
After talking to Old Liu about some work-related matters, I returned to my office. During this time, Old Liu seemingly casually
mentioned Dongcheng Company, and I nodded, understanding the implication.
After work in the afternoon, I bought some food at a small restaurant and went to the hospital. My father had already woken up and was eating an apple that my mother
had peeled. My mother said my wife had picked up Xiaoxiao and taken her home. My wife had originally wanted to bring Xiaoxiao to see her grandfather, but my father
wouldn't allow it, saying, "Children have weak immune systems; don't come to the hospital unless it's absolutely necessary. This place isn't clean."
After dinner, I chatted with my father for a while, then suggested that my mother go home to rest for the night and come back the next morning
. My mother refused and insisted I go home. After some back and forth, my father finally spoke up: "Just go home. Let
your son stay here. I'm fine now. It's getting late; let your son take you home!"
I told the nurse on duty to look after my father and then drove my mother home to rest.
On the way back, I turned a corner to go home and get some toiletries and a blanket. When I arrived at the front door, I found
the security door open, only the inner door was closed. I was a little surprised. My wife is usually very careful;
she always checks the doors and windows before going to bed. Why was she so careless today?

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