【The Wife's Mask】(1-2)

Episode 1: The Wife Behind the Mask
I am a son-in-law who married into his wife's family. The reason is simple: my father-in-law is a man who values family lineage. His family's lineage

will continue to the next generation, and my wife is his only

son-in-law. Therefore, as a condition for our marriage, I became a son-in-law without hesitation.
Actually, being a son-in-law isn't so bad. Aside from the fact that the children don't have my surname,

there are many other advantages. At least my job and the mansion were part of my dowry, which saved

my a considerable amount of money.
My wife's name is Xiaoya. She is a beautiful, well-built, capable woman with excellent family skills.

She currently works as the public relations director at a joint venture company. My wife and I met in college, fell in love, and got married—

a total of five years. I feel very lucky and happy to have married a woman like Xiaoya. Although my wife is very assertive at

work , she is actually the gentle, domestic type at home.

Especially in daily life, I, as her husband, always take the lead in everything, big and small.
However, what bothered me a bit was my wife's behavior in bed. From

our . Although she didn't bleed the first time,

her performance suggested she wasn't very experienced. This demureness and shyness continued into our

married life. Even now, she remains somewhat dull and rigid in bed, unwilling to try new things,

unwilling to moan loudly, and even unwilling to let me perform oral sex on her. It seems she embodies some of

the feudalistic thinking .
Although my wife's shapely figure always ignites my desire, the dullness of the process makes me

increasingly bored. But soon, I discovered everything hidden beneath her demure mask, a

discovery that completely changed my life.
I work in a government agency—I won't disclose my specific position, but it's

one closely connected to the public security, procuratorate, and judicial organs. That day, my mother called to urge my wife and me to have a child. I had just hung up after listening

to her nagging when the landline rang. The caller was a good

friend , Chen Mingyuan. He immediately said, "Brother, I recently took on a case investigating

the CEO of a state-owned enterprise. During the investigation, I discovered some things. You'd better find

a place to talk to me privately."
I hesitated for a moment. I didn't have much contact with these company CEOs; if I did, it would be with my

wife or her father. So I tentatively asked, "Brother, is it about my father-in-law?"
Chen Mingyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "It's your wife. I won't say much more over the phone. Let's meet at our usual

spot ."
After hanging up, I pondered for a long time. My wife's company often dealt with state-owned enterprises, but the

financial relationships involved were generally unrelated to her. I knew her personality quite well;

due to her upbringing, she always maintained a strictly professional attitude when it came to money. I

couldn't figure it out, so I decided to stop thinking about it and wait until Chen Mingyuan understood the situation before asking my wife.
When I arrived at Dingshunlou Restaurant, I saw Chen Mingyuan walking in as well. We went to

a private room on the second floor together, ordered our food and drinks, and I dismissed the waiter who was serving us. I said directly, "Just tell me,

what happened to my wife?"
Chen Mingyuan looked at me, his expression more effeminate than a woman's. After a long pause, he took out a file

folder from his briefcase and handed it to me, saying, "We found this while investigating Zhou Jinming. Although it doesn't involve any political achievements

, I felt I should still let you know."
I opened the file folder with a grim face. Inside were several photos and an investigation report.
The woman in the photos with Zhou Jinming, the person being investigated, was none other than my wife, Xiaoya. I quickly

skimmed through the investigation report. The gist was that due to Zhou Jinming's suspected embezzlement and other illegal activities,

an undercover investigation into his private life had been conducted. The investigation revealed that Zhou Jinming had a mistress in a nearby city,

three female government officials with whom he had affairs, and

three women in his business partners involved in illicit financial transactions. Although the head of a company's public relations department had no vested interest in him, it was confirmed that they had an affair

and maintained it for about a year. At this point, I completely understood what was going on. Further down,

the report detailed the times and locations of Zhou Jinming's meetings with his mistresses, including

records of his rendezvous with my wife over the past three months. Looking at the photos, though few, they were all of Xiaoya and Zhou Jinming embracing

, and one even showed them kissing in a car from a distance. Seeing Zhou Jinming's old

man 's large lips pressed against my wife's face, I felt a murderous urge.
Chen Mingyuan glanced at my expression, patted my shoulder, and said, "I

brought these things out for you privately as soon as I got them. Don't worry, your wife and this guy didn't have any financial dealings.

Take all these photos and reports. I'll have someone redo the report and remove anything related to your wife."
I nodded calmly, put the file bag into my bag, and said to Chen Mingyuan, "Brother,

I'll remember this favor. If you need anything in the future, just let me know. I won't say anything more; I'll go

take care of this first."
With that, I left Chen Mingyuan and left Dingshun Building alone. After getting into the car, I received

a text message : "Don't be impulsive. That Zhou Jinming kid is definitely going to jail. You need to handle your

relationship with your wife carefully and think it through before making a decision."
I casually replied with a "Don't worry" text message, but stepped hard on the gas pedal. I

sped towards my wife's company, my anger simmering, desperate for an outlet. I was

furious determined to find Xiaoya and demand an explanation—why she betrayed me.
My mind was a jumble of thoughts. As I approached an intersection, I didn't pay attention to the traffic lights. I

sped off in the flashing yellow light, and just then, a minivan turned from the side and crashed into the rear of my car. The sudden

impact slammed my head against the steering wheel, leaving me disoriented.
I saw a traffic cop rushing towards me from the intersection, opening the car door and pulling me out.

My steps were unsteady, but the dizziness gradually subsided. The cop glanced at my license plate but didn't ask for my driver's license.

He handed me a cigarette and asked, "From the provincial government?"
I took the cigarette and

nodded. The van driver next to me was an honest man; he didn't come over to argue with me, but just looked at the damaged headlights and front of the car. The traffic police dispersed the crowd and turned to me, saying, "Pay some money and

leave They didn't cause you any trouble."
I quickly went over to the van driver to apologize, then took out my wallet and gave him all the cash. The driver

didn't argue with me; instead, he earnestly advised me, "Brother, it's good to be alive, but you have to be careful

. You can only enjoy money if you're alive."
The car wasn't badly damaged, so I continued driving. But this actually made me much

calmer . I opened the car window and let the cold wind blow in, which helped me clear my head. I didn't go to my wife's company;

instead, I drove straight home.
Sitting in the living room, I rubbed my forehead, which I had just bumped, with a hot towel while looking at the

investigation . One piece of information made my heart skip a beat: Zhou Jinming was inflexible; his

secret meetings with women almost always took place at a hotel called "Century Dynasty." After thinking for a moment, I dialed an

old friend 's number.
"Xiao Jin, it's been a while since you called. What's up this time?"
"Brother, Century Dynasty is your business, right? I have something I need your help with."
"Sure, let's talk in person. Come to my house when you have time."
I agreed and hung up. This person was a senior colleague of mine named Xiang Yue. He was

quite a figure in this city, owning several entertainment venues and hotels. Of course,

I had helped him with some of the connections, so I wanted to ask him for help.
At dinner time, I went to Century Dynasty alone, found the

manager he led me to a rather luxurious room, showing me that everything had been arranged according to my instructions

.
I requested that a concealed filming device be installed in this specific room. Whenever my wife or Zhou Jinming

booked a room, they would be assigned this room, and the automatic filming would be activated. Of course, at my request,

these devices could only record and save one-way footage at a time, and the hotel manager would

send me the videotapes directly after each recording. No third person would have access to these videotapes during this process.
Having arranged everything, I returned home. My wife was sitting elegantly on the living room sofa watching TV.

Seeing me return, she smiled and said, "You're back. Why didn't you say you were going to eat out today? I even had

the housekeeper cook for you."
I stared at my wife and casually replied, "Something came up, so I ate out."
My wife was wearing a nightgown. She always liked to turn the heating up high when she got home, then lounge on the sofa in just a

nightgown . I used to really like her like that, because she seemed

mysteriously sexy, elegant, and had an alluring figure, all of which I greatly admired. But today,

that feeling was completely gone. Her breasts were beautifully shaped, clearly she wasn't wearing a bra on purpose,

and her thin nightgown subtly revealed two small protrusions. Yet, I found her appearance incredibly lewd. The thought of

her breasts being constantly handled and played with by Zhou Jinming, her nipples being sucked by him, filled me with

jealous indignation. And her long legs, their fair skin having been caressed

countless times by that beast Zhou Jinming, even her private parts—how they were played with and violated—made me feel

disgusted and angry, yet also incredibly curious.
My wife had her long hair piled up behind her head, revealing her slender, white neck, so noble and alluring,

but now none of that held any appeal for me. I didn't look at my wife anymore. Instead, I took

my briefcase upstairs, hid in the bathroom, and burned all the documents and photos inside.
When I came out of the bathroom, my wife was leaning against the bedroom door, looking at me strangely. Perhaps she'd seen the smoke in

the bathroom , she asked, "What's wrong? Were you smoking? Something bothering you?"
I shook my head, said nothing, and walked past her with a somber expression, collapsing onto the bed in the bedroom.

Although I'd calmed down, I still felt incredibly awkward facing my wife who had betrayed me.
My wife turned on the music player in the bedroom, and soothing music flowed out, but my nerves

were on edge. This was our secret code for sex; whenever she turned on music,

it used to be a wonderful night. But now, it made me feel more uneasy.
Sure enough, my wife's smooth body snuggled against me. She had clearly taken off her nightgown; her body was cool,

yet pressed tightly against my back, feeling incredibly soft. I didn't react at all, keeping

my eyes closed . A wet sensation washed over my face as my wife kissed me tenderly. Her small hands slowly unbuttoned

my shirt, then slipped her cool fingers under my chest, gently teasing my

nipples to stimulate me. This was her limit; even when she initiated sex

, this was the most she would go.
Suddenly, I felt a warm, tingling sensation in my chest. Opening my eyes, I saw my wife

kneeling on my chest, gently licking my nipple with her tongue. Feeling the softness of her lips and the subtle sucking

, I immediately became aroused. Indeed, this naked woman was still my wife, and she still held

an irresistible allure for me.
I rolled over and pinned her to the bed. My wife let out a soft "Ah," but smiled, kissing my

earlobe as she said, "Let's see how long you can hold out. What, can't take it anymore? You won't even answer me when I call you."
I didn't speak, but instead kissed her neck passionately, my stubble eliciting a

soft giggle . Then I moved down and kissed her breasts. The skin there was white, tender, and full of elasticity—my favorite

place to kiss. But just as my tongue touched my wife's nipple, I suddenly caught a glimpse of

a tiny purple mark next to it. It was a hickey.
In an instant, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My wife was still writhing beneath me, expressing her pleasure. But I felt like

I'd been doused with cold water; all interest vanished. And then I remembered that Zhou Jinming had recently enjoyed my wife's beautiful breasts…

Even the slightest carelessness left marks on it. A sudden wave of nausea made me uncontrollably sit up and frantically

run to the bathroom, retching into the toilet.
My wife lay there bewildered, completely unaware of what was wrong with me.
Finally, we didn't make love that night. My wife assumed I wasn't feeling well and didn't bother me anymore.

The cold night passed in my silence.
The next day, through Chen Mingyuan's introduction, I found a private investigator and asked him to investigate and track my wife's

movements , especially to notify me immediately after her contact with Zhou Jinming.
A week later, I received a call from the private investigator informing me that Zhou Jinming and my wife had entered the Century

Dynasty Hotel.
Three hours later, the hotel manager personally delivered the videotape to me. I handed

the hotel manager an envelope full of money to send him away and returned home with the videotape.
According to the private investigator's report, my wife was currently

dining , so I didn't need to worry about her suddenly returning.
When I put the videotape into the DV camera, my hands even started to tremble slightly. This contained

the evidence of my wife's affair with Zhou Jinming—the most direct evidence, and the evidence most likely to break me. Despite my

immense anxiety and unease, I couldn't control my curiosity and pressed play.
The footage started from when Zhou Jinming entered the room. Because the camera was mounted at a high angle,

I could see the entire room. The door opened, and Zhou Jinming

walked in, his arm around my wife's slender waist. They were chatting and laughing, mostly about work-related people and things. Once inside,

Zhou Jinming familiarly started undressing, his shirt revealing his rather bulky, short, and stout

figure. He smiled at my wife standing beside him, pinched her buttocks, and said, "Are you

going to wash yourself or with me?"
My wife glared at him and said, "I'll wash myself. You stay here and wait." She then began

to undress as well.
My hands clenched involuntarily, my nails digging deep into my flesh. Before my eyes, I saw my wife

shamelessly undressing in front of Zhou Jinming. As she took off her blouse and was about to unhook her bra

, Zhou Jinming pounced on her, burying his head between her full breasts and kissing and sucking them fiercely

. While groping her breasts, he said, "Little darling, I really love your big

tits. My mistress in another city is about the same size, but not as nice as yours, haha,

so fragrant."
I felt my hand holding the DV camera begin to tremble. I saw my wife let Zhou Jinming kiss her

chest for a while, then push him away and scold, "Stop it, it's not like I haven't seen them before. Get away, I want to take a shower."
Zhou Jinming pulled on my wife's bra, and with a little force, the button on the back strap snapped off.

My wife's round breasts were immediately revealed to him, and the two brown nipples were already

erect.
The wife cried out, "Ah!" and immediately snapped, "You bastard, not again! This is the third bra you've

ruined How am I supposed to go home like this?"
Zhou Jinming grinned and laughed, "I just love how you dress. You look so good. Your breasts are

so big and shapely. You look even better without a bra. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow."
The wife pinched Zhou Jinming's arm hard and yelled, "You have such a sullen face! Get lost! I'm going to take a shower

!" With that, she swayed her hips and went into the bathroom.
As soon as the wife entered the bathroom, Zhou Jinming immediately took out a small bottle from his bag, pulled down his pants,

took out his penis, and sprayed it on. Then he took out another bottle from his bag, poured two glasses of water,

and then poured a little of the contents of the bottle into each glass. I watched all this with indignation. This

guy was a seasoned womanizer; these tricks were nothing special, but now he was using them

on my wife. I pressed the fast-forward button, skipping over the time when my wife and Zhou Jinming were showering.
When the screen showed his wife and Zhou Jinming sitting on the bed wrapped in bath towels, I resumed playing the video normally.
Zhou Jinming picked up two glasses of water that had been spiked with the drug, handing one to his wife. She took it,

frowning
, and said, "You always drink this kind of drug, harming yourself is one thing, but now you want me to drink it too?" Zhou Jinming smiled obsequiously, "Sweetie, it's just once in a while, it's nothing, just to get you excited.

You're so horny in bed, this will make it even better."
His wife glanced at the glass of water noncommittally, then frowned and drank it. Zhou Jinming chuckled,

ripped off his wife's bath towel, completely revealing her fair and tender body. The old man smacked his lips,

saying, "Tsk tsk, look at your figure, so damn tender, I love those breasts." He

then grabbed his wife's round breasts and kneaded them incessantly, his face showing a satisfied yet lustful expression. Zhou Jinming,

while fondling his wife's breasts, turned and pressed her onto the bed. This guy was clearly a pervert,

and seemed to have an unusual obsession with women's breasts. After playing with them for a while, he actually took out a bottle of what looked like plant essential oil from

his bag , poured it all over his wife's chest, and then slowly

began to spread it evenly on her two white, tender breasts with his hands. His technique was skillful, clearly not the first time he had

done .
I watched as my wife's breasts changed shape in Zhou Jinming's hands like dough, while she lay on the bed on the bed,

enjoying and intoxicated, letting him do as he pleased. The lust in her eyes was completely undisguised. How familiar this

expression was to me! My wife would always show this expectant and aroused look before making love. I used to really

like her subtle lust, but now, holding the DV camera in my hand, I felt that my wife's expression at this moment was so

lewd, a thirst for a man to play with her to his heart's content.
Zhou Jinming continued to fondle his wife's breasts, and just that was enough to make his fat, thick

genitals swell completely; it seemed he truly had a breast fetish. After playing with them for a while, this guy started

rummaging through his purse. I couldn't help but feel a chill; I wondered what

else had to use to play with my wife's body. Then I heard Zhou Jinming laugh and say, "Baby, this time I brought a new trick, let's..."

"Come and try something new." With that, the guy pulled a rectangular box from his bag, and I froze

when . It was clearly a set of erotic devices. I saw several small

clips connected to wires, and a small square with buttons, like a battery.

Anyone who'd seen a few Japanese films would know what this was for. My hands began to tremble

uncontrollably , my breathing became labored, and I screamed "No!" in my mind. But it

happened right before my eyes.
My wife, seeing the device, clearly knew what it was for, but she seemed incredibly languid,

lying there as if she didn't want to move, making faint "hmm" sounds of protest, but not

trying to say anything to stop the man. It seemed the drug Zhou Jinming had given her earlier was taking effect;

at this moment, my wife craved to be played with.
Zhou Jinming quickly plugged the two wires into the small battery, then picked up the clip and gently clamped it onto

his wife's perpetually erect nipple. His wife's nipples were the thin, long type; the clip was clamped at

the base , leaving part of the tip exposed. "Baby, have some fun, try not to scream,"

Zhou Jinming said, turning the button on the small box to turn on the electricity. Suddenly, his wife

trembled , her chest arching off the bed, and she let out an unconscious moan, her face showing a look of

ecstasy and enjoyment. Clearly, she liked this stimulation. It seemed this device provided intermittent electrical stimulation.

On the screen, his wife twisted her body on the bed, tightly gripping the sheets, repeatedly

arching her upper body into the air, as if in the spasms of orgasm. Her appearance was so lewd and wanton, and

my heart began to bleed.
At this moment, Zhou Jinming focused his attention on his wife's lower body. This perverted man

kissed his way down his wife's smooth body, licking her navel for a while before suddenly spreading her tightly closed

legs apart. The camera angle was directly facing the bed, making it seem as if this

man was showing off to me how he possessed his wife's body and soul,

exposing her most private parts in front of me. This made me feel extremely humiliated and mocked.
My wife's vulva is truly beautiful. I have always loved her clean mons pubis, with only

a layer of soft pubic hair covering her lower abdomen near her labia. The entire vulva is very clean, making

it clear that her two thick labia majora and the tender flesh inside are visible. However, at this moment

, my wife's vulva was covered with muddy fluid, looking wet and no longer the clean image I had in my mind;

it even made me feel incredibly dirty and ugly. Zhou Jinming was adept at manipulating women. He

spread and pushed them upwards, fully exposing her vulva and anus.

He knelt by the bed, his tongue lolling between her legs,

licking and sucking incessantly at her vulva, even her anus, smearing it with his saliva as if

it were a delicacy. While licking, he also stimulated her most sensitive clitoris,

rubbing it with his two fingers to encourage her to produce more fluids.

Gradually, his wife seemed to reach orgasm; her moans escalated into loud

cries . This was the first time I'd heard my wife moan like that. It sounded like she was in pain, yet there was an indescribable pleasure and

languid groaning. Her head was tilted back, her breathing rapid, accompanied by the trembling of the clamps on her chest and

the stimulation of Zhou Jinming's tongue on her lower body. Suddenly, she arched her back, her body completely tense, a high-pitched

"Ah!" abruptly ending, before her body fell heavily onto the bed,

panting .
Zhou Jinming laughed heartily, seemingly very pleased. He quickly climbed onto his wife's body,

kissing her face and neck incessantly. His wife's hair was now disheveled, partially obscuring

her alluring face, making her appear both wanton and seductive. While kissing his wife, Zhou Jinming said,

"Oh, baby, this feels good, doesn't it? Hehe, this thing of mine is pretty amazing, isn't it? Now it's my turn to enjoy myself

." As he spoke, Zhou Jinming rolled his wife over, making her kneel on the bed, her

plump, white . My wife was completely exhausted; her arms couldn't support her upper body weight, so she lay

helplessly on the bed. This position, however, looked even more lewd, constantly assaulting my senses.

Was this still my wife, who could never be wanton in bed? Now, she seemed like a completely different

person, like a bitch, her ass sticking out, waiting for Zhou Jinming to fuck her. I clenched my teeth,

my mind filled with nothing but anger and resentment towards the two of them.
Zhou Jinming took out an oval-shaped vibrating egg from the box, also connected

to a battery by a wire. He applied a layer of lubricant to the vibrating egg, and then I saw him

slowly insert it into my wife's anus. It was visibly vibrating slightly.

As soon as it went in, my wife trembled and let out a loud "uh-huh, ah-ah" moan.

Zhou Jinming chuckled, patting his wife's buttocks and saying, "Baby, now I'm going to have some fun with you. I guarantee I'll fuck you until

you cry out in agony, hehe, do you want your brother to fuck you?"
His wife's pretty face was buried in the pillow, and she made muffled sounds: "Ah, ah, come in, come on."
"Come in what? What do you want? Tell me, tell me." Zhou Jinming pressed

, sliding his huge cock between his wife's buttocks.
"Come in, my cunt, come and fuck me, I want your big cock to fuck me, hurry up." His wife

shouted shamelessly and lewdly, her voice hoarse and excited, as if shouting these words would give her a strong

stimulation. However, at this moment, I was completely numb watching all this. My clenched fists

had loosened, and my hands had become ice-cold.
Right in front of me, I saw Zhou Jinming's thick, ugly cock slowly inserting into my wife's vagina

, thrusting his fat waist, wantonly raping my wife. I saw Zhou Jinming's

obese , accompanied by the sounds of flesh colliding and genitals rubbing together.

The lewd sounds of water, the vulgar and obscene words from Zhou Jinming's mouth, and his wife's

moans and shouts that were sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low—I watched all of this numbly, without feeling a single emotion in my heart: anger, resentment, fear

, disappointment, disgust. Perhaps when all of these things surge into my senses too intensely, one becomes

completely numb.
"Ah, so good, baby, your big ass feels so good. I love fucking you in this position. Every time

I see your big white ass, it makes me feel so good. How is it? Does it feel good to be fucked?"
"Mmm, yes, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock, faster, ahhh."
"Haha, you little slut, you always act all coy with me, but you're so wild in bed. I'll

fuck you to death, you slut, you whore."
"Ah, ah, so good, fuck me, faster, faster, I'm a slut, I'm a whore, ah, so good, ah!"
Zhou Jinming held his wife's round, firm ass and kept fucking her, his hands tightly gripping

her waist. Every powerful thrust made his wife's white, tender buttocks ripple. Suddenly, he

grabbed his wife's hands and pulled her entire upper body off the bed from behind, while his lower body continued

to thrust into her wanton cunt. Zhou Jinming's eyes were fixed on

the point where the two were joined. Each time his large penis plunged into his wife's vagina, the two naked bodies

collided , and I saw his wife's two full, swollen breasts bounce with each thrust, the clamps on her nipples

vibrating incessantly. His wife was now moaning unconsciously, as if this level of stimulation had reached

her limit, preventing her from uttering any stronger or more wanton cries.
Suddenly, Zhou Jinming pounced on his wife and pushed her onto the bed. The sudden impact made it impossible for her to maintain

her kneeling position; she was completely pressed down onto the bed by the man on top of her, but she still instinctively

arched her buttocks slightly, continuing to welcome the man's frenzied ravages in her cunt. Zhou Jinming was pressed down on his wife,

his fat buttocks rising and falling, thrusting hard into her ass. From this angle, I could see

his penis entering and exiting my wife's vagina more clearly, our lewd organs completely intertwined, thrusting in and out repeatedly

until his speed increased, accompanied by continuous "oh oh" sounds. Then his buttocks tightened,

his whole body trembled, and he collapsed onto my wife, motionless.
A stream of milky white semen flowed from my wife's opening, dripping onto the white sheets.
[The Wife's Mask] [Mid-length] [Episode 2: The Wife in the Trap] [Author: Jin Shuangxi]
Foreword: It took me a long time to finish the second chapter, which makes me feel quite ashamed. I didn't expect that after so

long , [The Wife's Mask] would still be hovering so high up in the rankings.

After reading some comments, I decided to continue the story so that everyone could continue to see its

development and ending

. Based on previous readers' comments, I have also rearranged the plot. Because of the long interval between the two articles, please point out any plot errors. One more thing

I need to clarify is that I'm writing a novel, not based on my own real-life experiences. So

, please refrain from making sarcastic comments. Those who aren't cuckold enthusiasts probably can't understand the psychology behind writing cuckold stories, so

please be kind.
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the second episode, "The Wife in the Trap
," my wife, Xiaoya, lies naked on the snow-white bed in the DV camera.

Zhou Jinming's semen is still flowing from her vagina. I trembled as I pressed pause, and the image froze. If there were a mirror,

I think I would see a pale, numb face—a face that belongs to myself. I lit a cigarette,

but my gaze couldn't leave the DV screen. Zhou Jinming's ugly penis was still hovering above my wife's white,

round buttocks, and one of his hands was still tightly gripping her waist, asserting his

possession of her. My wife's fair skin was flushed, and her long, flowing hair, damp with sweat, was scattered on the white sheets. Her

slightly protruding buttocks looked so languid and wanton. I think this frozen

moment will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Looking at the progress bar flashing at the bottom of the screen, showing that only a third of the recording had played, my

heart began to ache again. Now that we had this tape, it was a declaration that our marriage was over.

Whether we watched the rest or not was meaningless. Should we continue?
I barely took a few puffs of my cigarette before it got too hot to handle. I stubbed it out

and pressed play again.
In the video, Zhou Jinming, having just vented his lust on his wife, raises his hand and slaps her plump, white
buttocks with a crisp sound. As if one slap wasn't enough, this scumbag uses both hands

to spread his wife's buttocks apart, exposing her entire vulva, and then begins to slap

her genitals repeatedly. Although the blows aren't heavy, this sadistic slapping causes

his wife, who has just experienced an orgasm, to tremble all over. Despite making sounds of dissatisfaction and resistance, she lacks the strength to

escape Zhou Jinming's humiliation of her genitals.
His wife's resistance and struggle become increasingly obvious—or rather, it's an unconscious,

convulsive . It's truly unbelievable that such sexually abusive slapping and humiliation has already brought his wife to orgasm!
Only when his wife's genitals began to turn noticeably red did her spasms subside. Zhou Jinming stopped

, straddling his wife's soft, slender waist. He turned and grabbed her disheveled hair,

saying in a disgusting voice, "Baby, how's that? Feeling good? You little slut, just slapping your cunt like this

always brings you to orgasm. You're such a fucking bitch, stop lying there pretending to be dead. I haven't had enough

yet, come here and give me a blowjob!"
His wife let out a sickening moan, as if to release the satisfaction after her orgasm. Although

she looked somewhat exhausted, she still adjusted her body and lay down on her side. Zhou Jinming knelt on the bed, bringing his lower body

close to his wife's face, his disgustingly greasy glans pressed against her lips. Looking at Zhou Jinming...

I wickedly smeared the semen from my penis onto my wife's cheeks and lips. My hands clenched involuntarily;

this gnashing hatred made me feel as if I had fallen into icy water, finding it hard to breathe.
Brushing aside the hair that fell across my face, my wife's alluring face was fully revealed. Her face was flushed, and her

crescent-shaped eyes were filled with tears. She held the penis rubbing against her face, gently parting her cherry-red

lips to take the entire glans into her mouth without any hesitation. She first skillfully circled Zhou Jinming's glans with her

tongue , licking away any remaining semen, then spat it out

and slowly licked it with her delicate tongue, meticulously and carefully, not even missing the coronal sulcus and urethral opening

. While licking, she looked up at Zhou Jinming, whose face was filled with ecstasy.
Zhou Jinming, who looked like a bloated fat cat, leaned back on the headboard,

thoroughly enjoying his wife's oral service. He reached out and removed the clips from her nipples, then

grasped her round, perky breasts and kneaded them incessantly. This breast fetishist

had his hands all the time.
When his wife felt Zhou Jinming's penis begin to swell and thicken, she didn't hesitate to quickly swallow and thrust

the ugly penis. With Zhou Jinming's slight thrusting movements, she was able to take

most of . Although it didn't go deep throat, the intensity still made his wife feel uncomfortable. But

Zhou Jinming, this beast, seemed completely unconcerned, wantonly thrusting his penis in and out of his wife's mouth, and reaching out

to pull his wife's head back, preventing her from moving away. Zhou Jinming suddenly increased the amplitude and force of his thrusts, his

ugly thick penis fully inserted into his wife's mouth. Several consecutive thrusts, reaching her throat

, were unbearable for her; she even gagged. She tried to push him away but was powerless. Forced

into a few more thrusts, he plunged all the way in. His large, fleshy body trembled violently before he finally released

his grip on her head. She let out a loud "Wah!" and collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air

, coughing and gagging. Her full breasts heaved violently, and semen mixed with saliva uncontrollably

dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her expression was indescribable, a mixture of embarrassment and lewdness.
I slumped weakly onto the sofa. The scene playing on the DV seemed to come from another world.

In this world, my charming wife was no longer the gentle and elegant woman I knew. She had removed the

mask I hadn't noticed, indulging her desires and pursuing the pleasures of debauchery and decadence. I

lit a cigarette and slammed the butt against my wrist. The burning pain made me

gasp for breath, then I threw the cigarette away and gasped for air like I'd just woken from drowning

. Suffocation—I could clearly feel the oppressive pressure.
I curled up like a child, my nose stinging, tears streaming down

my face without me even realizing it. What could be more despairing than watching your beloved woman being violated right before your eyes, witnessing her

betrayal? I watched as my wife, hunched over the bed, spat the disgusting semen into

the trash can. She turned weakly to Zhou Jinming, angrily saying, "If you dare

treat me like this again, go home and play these perverted games with your mother."
Zhou Jinming chuckled, lit a cigarette, and said shamelessly, "Little Ya, don't be so

angry . You're with me for the thrill, aren't you? Don't tell me you don't like this.

Every time I've fucked you, the more perverted it is, the more you like it, heh." " Hey, if you ask me, you just like men to

play . Don't give me that glare and act all serious."
The wife pulled the sheet over her alluring body, coldly staring at Zhou Jinming. "Yeah, I

like excitement. Otherwise, someone like you wouldn't even deserve to be in my bed. Don't think I don't know

why you're approaching me. Don't try to scheme against me. I know exactly what you're thinking. Don't even think about dragging my husband into this

. There's no room for discussion."
Zhou Jinming's expression changed, and he remained silent for a long time, a cigarette dangling from his lips. I was somewhat surprised by what my wife said.

Did Zhou Jinming have other motives for approaching my wife? And was this related to me?
The wife seemed utterly disgusted by Zhou Jinming's silent attitude. She struggled to sit up, wrapped herself in

the sheet, and tried to walk to the bathroom. But Zhou Jinming stubbed out his cigarette violently, jumped off the bed, and grabbed

her hair. Caught off guard, she screamed as Zhou Jinming forcefully pulled her against the bedside table.

Already exhausted, she couldn't break free or resist. Her face was pressed against the edge of the bed, and Zhou Jinming

pressed his entire body against her, forcing her to kneel on the floor. Her white buttocks were exposed from under the sheet. Zhou Jinming

pulled his

belt from the

clothes rack beside him, raised his hand, and lashed it hard across his wife's buttocks, cursing, "You fucking bitch, trying to act tough! I'll beat you to death, you slut!" He then mercilessly lashed her buttocks again, leaving a red welt immediately.
The wife screamed in pain, "You, surnamed Zhou, dare to hit me? Believe me, I'll have you locked up tomorrow! Go ahead and

hit me, let's see who suffers more in this fight to the death!"
Zhou Jinming was about to strike, but upon hearing his wife's words, he seemed to hesitate. He released her, tossed

the belt aside, and said coldly, "Fight to the death? At worst, I'll be investigated and disciplined. I can pull some strings,

and in a couple of years I'll still be free. But what right do you, a whore who sleeps with everyone, have to fight to the death with me? Last time

Xiaoshanzi and I fucked you together, we kept a roll of tape, one for each of us. If you dare to

use any tricks or schemes against me, unless you have someone specifically kill you..." " Otherwise, if I sense anything amiss, I'll immediately send

the tape to your husband and your father. If I'm in a good mood, I might even make it into DVDs and give

a copy ."
The wife sat trembling on the floor, glaring fiercely at Zhou Jinming. "Xiaoshanzi wouldn't be with

you to screw me over, I don't believe it."
Zhou Jinming sneered, "He's just a brat who hasn't even grown up yet. If he really protected you, would he have been

having so much fun with me? The tape is in my safe. If you don't believe me, I'll

make you can relive it."
The wife leaned against the bed, her face filled with despair, and screamed in a tearful voice, "What exactly do you want?"
Zhou Jinming stood up with a cold face, picked up his wife's underwear from the bedside, wiped the residue on his penis, and

said while putting on his pants, "You know what I want. I'm betting my life and fortune on the Binhai

project. You'd better convince your husband to help me, or none of us will have a good time." "
My husband doesn't even know you, why would he help you for no reason? I don't have the ability to convince him."
His wife curled up on the floor, looking very helpless.
"How to convince him is your business. If you can't convince him, then I'll have to do it myself. I guess you

don't want me to give that lewd videotape of yours to your husband, do you?" Zhou Jinming glanced at his wife's half-naked

breasts with a cold smile, stepped forward to slap her cheek, but his wife dodged away in disgust. "Slut, you better watch yourself.

You have a dinner with those people from the provincial government this afternoon. You have to attend. Those guys are very interested in you,

hahaha."
The video ended there. I turned off the DV and lay on the sofa, lost in thought.
It was obvious my wife had fallen into Zhou Jinming's trap. Although she had already betrayed me, just as

Zhou Jinming had threatened her with, once her indecent video was leaked,

the consequences would be irreversible. Not only my wife, but I myself would also be implicated.
Despite the scenes of my wife and Zhou Jinming's affair replaying in my mind, I carefully

pieced together some information and keywords Zhou Jinming had revealed:
the Binhai project, how I could help, the videotape, Xiaoshanzi.
After thinking for a while, I picked up the phone and called Chen Mingyuan. The call was disconnected after two rings,

and Chen Mingyuan called back about a minute later.
"I'm in a meeting, what's up?" Chen Mingyuan asked directly.
"Regarding Zhou Jinming, do you know if the investigation materials about him mention any projects in Binhai?"
I asked.
Chen Mingyuan thought for a moment and said, "Yes, that's true. Zhou Jinming is in charge of an investment

project , but he's misappropriated part of the project's funding. The details haven't

been investigated yet, but I reckon he's probably figuring out where to get a loan to cover it up."
Hearing this, I suddenly understood. I chatted briefly with Chen Mingyuan and then hung up.
What Zhou Jinming wanted my help with was simply to use my connections to get a loan to cover the

embezzled funds. I chuckled coldly, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. This guy

really knows my wife and me's network of connections very well. One of my cousins works at Z Bank, and thanks to my and my father-in-law's

connections, plus his own performance and seniority, he just became the branch manager last year. I

grew up with this cousin; if I really asked him for a loan, I might be able to get him to take the risk and get the money.
Having figured this out, a wave of bitterness washed over me again. The videotape and Xiaoshanzi—the other side of my wife that she

hid —made me afraid to explore, afraid to uncover the decadent

life I knew nothing about beneath her mask. But since Zhou Jinming had already used the videotape to blackmail my wife, I had to get my hands on that

tape no matter what, and I also had to find a way to uncover Xiaoshanzi's true identity and destroy

the original videotape in his possession.
Thinking that my wife should be back soon, I realized I couldn't face her at all, so

I picked up the DV camera on the table and left home.
Driving around the streets, I slowly pondered my next move. Just then, I passed a

telecommunications store and stopped to call Xiao Han from my workplace. This Xiao Han is someone I promoted myself,

and we're quite close. His wife works at the telecom company, so I thought he could be helpful in investigating Xiao Shanzi's identity

. So, after connecting the call, I said directly, "Xiao Han, could you ask your wife to check

the call records of a phone number for me?"
Xiao Han replied, "No problem, as long as it's a telecom number."
I gave him my wife's phone number, and after he wrote it down, he didn't ask any further questions. I told him to check

the last six months' records.
After hanging up the phone, I thought about it some more in the car. There were two videotapes in total,

and the one Zhou Jinming had was the most dangerous. Since we didn't have anything on Xiaoshanzi's side right now, I needed to find a way to get my hands on Zhou Jinming's

tape and destroy it. So I called Chen Mingyuan again and said directly, "Brother,

do you have Zhou Jinming's information? Fax a copy to my office."
In the evening, I returned to my office. Just then, Xiao Han came to me with a stack of printed call logs.

He glanced at me discreetly and cautiously asked, "Brother, is something wrong at home?"
I smiled and said, "Nothing much, some scoundrel keeps harassing my wife. I wanted to see

where the calls were coming from."
He probably sensed the perfunctory tone in my words, nodded, and left. I sat alone in my office and

began studying the call logs.
The thick stack of documents took me almost two hours to sift through. I first filtered out

the phone numbers of familiar people and my wife's company. During this time, Chen Mingyuan also faxed over Zhou Jinming's personal information. I

carefully sifted through it again and finally managed to pull out six

phone numbers that frequently contacted my wife at different times recently. Among them were several calls that often came at night and lasted for a long time.

Zhou Jinming . Then I called a private investigator and asked them to investigate

the identity information of the phone numbers I had filtered out.
After hanging up the phone, I held Zhou Jinming's resume in my hand and sneered. Zhou Jinming, Han nationality,

born in 1969, a native of this area. Looking at his meager education on his resume, I really don't know

how climbed to his current position. He doesn't have any good connections among his relatives; they are mostly from rural areas or

other places. His wife is a few years older than him, and at over 50, she's already past her prime. No wonder this

bastard has to find other women outside. What caught my attention was that Zhou Jinming had a daughter named Zhou Tong who had just started university. She was studying

at a local university and her information stated that she was 20 years old. Perhaps because Zhou Jinming never disciplined her, Zhou

Tong had a long history of bad behavior since high school. She was involved in gambling and drugs and could be described as

a model . She had also been detained for causing a traffic accident. Her criminal record alone was half a page long.
I put Zhou Jinming's materials in the drawer and locked it. I glanced at the time; it was almost 8 PM. I

sighed , truly unsure how to face my wife when the phone rang.
I answered, and it was Xiang Yue, inviting me to dinner at his place that evening. I wasn't really in

the mood, but remembering I'd asked him for a favor before, I couldn't refuse, so I agreed.
Jinshatan was Xiang Yue's biggest establishment in our city, a high-end business club, essentially

a legitimate business, members-only, frequented mainly by the upper class.

I used to occasionally go there with my cronies for drinks and chats when I had free time.
It was already 8:30 when I arrived at Golden Beach by taxi. Since we were going to an entertainment venue like this, I didn't drive

my government- plated car. After meeting Xiang Yue, we went into a private room together. After instructing the madam to order some girls to accompany us, Xiang

Yue asked with a smile, "How's it going? Did the matter you asked me about go smoothly?"
I nodded with a dark face and said, "It's all taken care of. The equipment over there can be dismantled; it's no longer needed."
Xiang Yue smiled, clinked glasses with me, and said, "Don't take these things too seriously. Since we've already come

this far, don't be too hard on yourself. I've been in the same situation as you. Once you let go, there's nothing you

can't overcome ."
I was surprised that Xiang Yue would talk to me about his own experiences, but I didn't want to pry too much. I tentatively asked:

"So, what do you think we should do about this?"
Xiang Yue said, taking a sip of his drink. "That depends on your attitude. If you don't want things to get out of hand,

then confront them and part ways amicably. Or you can continue, but don't make the relationship public. Just keep it to yourselves

. Life is short, so it all depends on your attitude."
I silently drank my drink without saying a word. Xiang Yue seemed to know I was upset and changed the subject

to talk about official matters.
Perhaps because I was upset, I had unknowingly become a little tipsy. Xiang Yue patted my shoulder and said,

"Don't drink too much. I'll arrange a room for you upstairs tonight. It's not

safe for you to go back like this." He then called my nanny and instructed her to take me upstairs to rest.
My nanny was a plump woman in her thirties with a pretty face. She looked like a mature

young woman. After asking her name, I learned it was Zheng Xiao. She helped me upstairs. When we passed the restroom,

I felt nauseous, so she had to help me to the bathroom to vomit.
The sanitation facilities at Golden Beach were quite good; the restrooms were large. I leaned against the toilet partition and vomited violently into the toilet bowl

, which cleared my head considerably. Just then, two young men in bathrobes walked in. They had probably

just had a spa treatment. I glanced at them vaguely and felt another wave of nausea. The two young men

didn't seem to care that I was there and started loudly discussing the quality of the women there. One of them said, "

Of all the places I've been to, the women at Golden Beach are the best. That lady standing at the door just now was

a madam I know well. She's gorgeous, isn't she? Those breasts are huge, tsk tsk, I love mature women like that."
The other, with a high-pitched, somewhat childish voice, said, "The women here are nice, but I still

prefer women in their 30s. Let me tell you, I have a lover who's absolutely top-notch. Her breasts are definitely

bigger than that madam's, soft and comfortable to squeeze, and incredibly sensitive. She climaxes after just a few thrusts.

Holding her ass from behind is so incredibly arousing. We even spent a night together the other day. I'll introduce you to her sometime

. She's truly a gem."
"Damn, you're just bragging. How many places have you been to? Are

you trying to fool me with some nightclub woman again? I'm so tired of prostitutes. They're so tacky,

all they care about is money." The
shrill voice seemed to be stung, and shouted back, "Who the hell are you bragging to? I'm not talking about

prostitutes . She's a white-collar worker at a big company, a far cry from the bitches you've been with.

Believe it or not."
I'd almost finished vomiting, rinsed off, and just then the two young men washed their hands and left. Listening to their

conversation , I inexplicably thought of my wife. Did people ever describe her body like that, or

describe the feeling of having sex with her? I washed my face with cold water. My mother pushed open the door and poked her head in to ask if I was alright. I

wiped my face and saw my pale face in the mirror. Suddenly, I felt so tired of life.
Mom led me to the room. The faint scent of her perfume made me feel a surge of heat.

She went to the water dispenser to pour me some water. Watching her bend over, her large buttocks slightly protruding, her figure was undeniably

alluring. Taking the water from Mom, I asked, "Do you offer escort services here?"
Mom smiled seductively and said, "What, want a girl to keep you company? I can arrange it for you."
I shook my head, still feeling a little dizzy, and said, "No need, you can keep me company, okay?"
Mom paused, then smiled broadly and said, "Thank you for your kind attention.

Most men prefer young girls, you know." Seeing my frown, she paused again and said, "

I don't usually entertain clients, but you're a friend of the big boss, so I have to give you face. Wait a moment, I'll go and

say hello to the other moms."
I waved my hand and leaned against the headboard without saying a word.
Half-asleep, I felt something wet on my face. Opening my eyes, I saw my mother half-lying on

top of me, licking my face and ears with her soft little tongue. My hands were on her soft waist, then slid down to

her plump buttocks and squeezed them. My mother laughed, "You were asleep? You called someone to keep you company, how could you sleep?

I'll give you a good time."
I didn't say anything, and cooperated by taking off my clothes, letting her pull me to the bathroom to shower.
When this mother, Zheng Xiao, took off her clothes in front of me, I realized that this woman's figure

was truly amazing. She was about the same height as my wife, both being tall and slender with long legs. She looked slightly

fuller than my wife, with a little bit of fat on her lower abdomen. My wife, because she did yoga and

exercise , didn't have any excess fat on her body. My mother's breasts were the stamen type,

pointed and protruding forward. Her areolas were large, and they even looked a little shiny under the light. She had no pubic hair.

Her pubic area looked somewhat bare, with her entire vulva completely exposed. Her mons pubis was thick, not

the everted type; from below, it resembled a tightly closed clam shell, just like my wife.
My mother-in-law carefully washed my body, even pouring bath gel onto her own breasts and using them

to apply it to me. Since it had been a long time since I'd had sex with my wife, I

involuntarily became erect when my mother-in-law cleaned my genitals. She giggled as she cleaned me, then knelt in the bathtub and slowly took

my penis into her mouth. Her oral sex technique was superb; her mouth completely enveloped

my glans, occasionally tracing it with her tongue. Watching her lick

my urethral opening with her small tongue like a snake flicking its tongue, I felt a pang of sadness. My wife had never

given me oral sex, and I had never even asked her for it. Yet her mouth was so generous in

serving Zhou Jinming, while I only ever received oral sex from prostitutes.
At that moment, the lewd scene between my wife and Zhou Jinming in the hotel flashed back into my mind. I

pulled my mother up, made her bend over on the bathtub with her buttocks sticking out, and rubbed my penis against the entrance of her vagina a few times before thrusting

in . My mother let out a professional moan, and I seemed to lose my senses as she enveloped me in her warm embrace,

frantically thrusting into her from behind. My lower abdomen slammed rapidly against my mother's buttocks, making "slap slap"
sounds that echoed in the bathroom. Although I had occasionally taken advantage of other

women in entertainment venues over the years, this was the first time I had penetrated a woman other than my wife since we got married. I wantonly enjoyed

the physical pleasure that this voluptuous woman brought me. I fucked this nightclub mom wildly, venting my negative emotions without any

mercy . My hands gripped her waist tightly, my penis withdrawing and

thrusting in completely, feeling the layers of soft flesh inside her vagina.
The white light in the bathroom shone brightly on Mom's back. I pushed this woman from the nightclub against

the glass door of the bathroom, still thrusting into her from behind. Her entire upper body was pressed against

the door, her full breasts flattened against the glass, trembling with each of my movements. After

Mom let out a trembling moan, I finally couldn't control myself and ejaculated inside her. I

sat weakly on the edge of the bathtub, watching Mom kneel down, covering her genitals, and clean my glans with her tongue.

As she licked, she gave me a flirtatious look and said coquettishly, "I'll let you ejaculate inside this time. Next time,

you'll have to use a condom, okay? You ejaculated so much, it's making my lower area hurt a little."
I didn't say anything, letting her dry me with a towel before leaving the bathroom, leaving Mom

inside cleaning up the semen that had just been ejaculated.
I lay naked on the bed, noticing two missed calls on my phone on the bedside table. I picked

it up and looked at them; both were from my wife, along with a text message: "Why aren't you home yet? Are you out

socializing? Call me back if you see this."
I hesitated for a moment, then called my wife. She answered quickly, her voice

slightly reproachful, "Where are you? Why aren't you home yet?"
"I've had a bit too much to drink. I'm drinking at Brother Xiang Yue's place. I won't be home tonight. You

should get said indifferently.
My wife said "Oh," and gently added, "Then don't drink anymore. Take care of yourself. If you're feeling

really unwell, I'll come pick you up."
I paused for a moment, then said, "No need, I'm fine. You should get some rest." Then I

hung up.
Mommy, wrapped in a bath towel, came out of the bathroom, snuggled up to me, kissed my cheek, and said,

"Is your wife calling to check up on you? Are you going to catch us cheating?"
I slipped my hand under the towel, kneading Mommy's buttocks, and sighed, "I'd

rather she catches us in the act."
Mommy giggled, untied the towel, and told me to turn over. She licked my back and buttocks with her tongue,

then rubbed her full breasts against me. I knew these were their services, but this was the first time

I'd had the chance to experience them. Then, this woman spread my buttocks and licked my anus with her tongue, while one hand

continuously rubbed my testicles and penis. I quickly became erect again. Then Mommy knelt down

beneath me, opened her mouth and took my penis in, while simultaneously stroking my anus with her hand. This kind of

stimulation was new to me, and I immediately felt like I was about to ejaculate.
Sensing my muscle tension, Mom patted my buttocks, spat out my glans,

and said, "If it feels too strong, just ejaculate, it's okay." She then took my penis back in and

began sucking vigorously. I didn't resist any longer, thrusting a couple of times before ejaculating into Mom's mouth.
Mom spat my semen into the trash can, walked naked to the bathroom to clean herself, and I lay on my back on

the bed , looking at the woman's voluptuous body through the glass bathroom door. Suddenly, I felt a wave of weariness. Life is

full of betrayals in different forms. I wasn't retaliating against my wife's betrayal, yet I still had

relations with another woman. Thinking about the personality hidden behind my wife's mask, thinking about the

"cheapness" Zhou Jinming spoke of, perhaps my wife was seeking stimulation outside of normal life, which led to her current state of depravity.
Men and women in society wander on the edge of their own souls. When normal life can no longer provide them with

stimulation , desire arises, and depravity begins.
My mother's soft, warm body pressed against mine. In that half-asleep state, I suddenly wanted to ask my wife

if the thrill of her fallen state was truly worth it!
[To be continued
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