Distorted psychology

Christmas Eve is a holiday for foreigners, but Chinese people are celebrating. I spent it alone at home. My wife went out after work to a client's company dinner, and I brought her laptop bag home. Friends on the forum suggested hiring a private investigator, but I doubt they could find out anything about my wife's past. They could only investigate current events, and I don't think private investigators are very reliable.

Last night, Christmas trees were everywhere. I cooked myself a bowl of noodles and sat on the sofa watching TV. I texted my wife to come home early, and she replied that she would try. I didn't text her again. I kept thinking that it would be difficult to find out anything myself, so I could only ask someone in the company to inquire, and then change companies or change the situation after the New Year. But it all seemed too complicated. I opened my wife's laptop and her alternate QQ account. There were no messages. I don't know why, but I sent an emoji to my colleague's QQ account. There was no reply, and the chat history was empty. Just as I was about to close it and go take a shower, that QQ account replied, asking if I was free today. Didn't I say I was going to a client's company dinner? I didn't dare reply. But that QQ account kept sending messages, saying that I had to go out and have fun when I went on a business trip, and that I hadn't had sex with my wife for several days. I didn't know what to reply. After a while, when the messages stopped, I deleted the chat history and closed QQ. After showering, it was already 8:30. I called my wife, and when she answered, it was very noisy on her end, with loud music. I asked her to come back soon, and she said she would stay a little longer, then hung up. I turned on my desktop computer and checked my new QQ account to see if the client I'd added was online. I saw he was, so I sent him a message. We hadn't chatted since he added me, and my new QQ account had a girl's name, but he didn't reply. I thought he might be cautious; strangers on QQ probably don't chat. He didn't reply all night. My wife didn't get home until almost 11:30 last night, smelling a bit of alcohol. I asked why she drank so much, and she said it was for business, what could she do? She changed clothes, took a shower, and went to bed quickly.

This morning, nothing much happened. I was standing outside in the hallway smoking when my colleague came over suspiciously and asked what time my wife got home last night. I asked what was wrong, and he said he heard from others that my wife had been partying wildly. I asked who told him, but he was evasive and wouldn't say. I didn't bother with him and said I had to go back to the office. I had nothing to do all morning. At noon, I went downstairs to the company and saw the vice president's driver reading a newspaper in the security room in the lobby. I went over and pulled him aside, saying we should go to lunch. I took him to a restaurant a bit far from the company and asked if he was going out in the afternoon. He said the vice president had gone out by himself and wouldn't be back. I suggested we have a drink, so we ordered a few dishes and opened a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). I knew this driver liked a little alcohol, so we chatted about this and that. Before long, we'd downed half the bottle, and the driver started talking more. During our conversation, I asked about my colleague. He warned me to be careful of this person, saying he was very cunning. I asked him why, and he said his current wife was his second wife. His first wife divorced him because he was too promiscuous and liked to gossip behind people's backs. He'd reported on other people behind the vice president's back several times. I said he often told me my wife was very indecent at work. The driver patted me and said I should change companies while I was still young, because the leaders at this company were all bad. He said he'd quit at the end of the year. I asked why, and he said it was too far from home; it was better to be closer to home. He went on to say that my wife used to work at the company, often doing sales with my colleagues, before she went back to the office to do administrative work. He said he'd seen plenty of women in sales, so it was normal. I knew my wife worked in sales, but I didn't know she'd done it with my colleagues. The driver said that later my wife often went out with the vice president, and that many people in the company said my wife's vagina was exclusively for the leaders, and that the vice president often touched her in the car. He said my wife was very cunning, always trying to climb the ranks, and often spoke ill of others to the vice president. As we drank, I felt I'd had a bit too much, and I told him to keep an eye on my wife in the future. He patted me and said, "Brother, there are plenty of women. It's common for men to have women and women to have men these days." After lunch, I didn't go straight back to the company. I found a hotel, booked a short-stay room, and took a nap. When I woke up, it was 3:30, so I rushed back to the company. When I got back to the company, I found that none of the bosses were there. I went to my wife's office and saw that she seemed to be chatting on QQ. She stopped when she saw me. I looked at her computer and saw that she seemed to have two QQ accounts. I said I wanted to leave work early tonight and go out for dinner. She said she would wait and see what the boss's arrangements were. I didn't say anything and went back to my office.

After work, I waited for her downstairs to go out for dinner together. We ate out on Christmas Day, and when we got home, I roughly tore off her pantyhose in the living room. Without even taking off her clothes, I fucked her on the sofa. After a while, I shoved my penis into her mouth and thrust a few times. I repeated this several times. My wife is indeed very wet; I felt that she had already produced a lot of fluid after fucking for a while. When I was about to ejaculate, I pulled my penis out of her vagina and ejaculated directly on her face, as if I wanted to vent my anger by covering her face with my semen. Afterwards, she blamed me for tearing her pantyhose, but I just went to take a shower. Now, every time I fuck her, I think of words like prostitute, slut, and public bus. I don't know why. This is probably a twisted mentality.

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