【My Wife Lingling】

(I) My Wife Lingling

As soon as I entered the house, Lingling handed me slippers. Her warm greeting made me feel how fortunate I am as

a husband. Seeing Lingling in her pale yellow loungewear with a light blue lace apron, I couldn't help but think of how her

beautiful figure was hidden by this simple attire.

Speaking of my wife Lingling, her measurements are 34C-23-34, she is 165 cm tall, weighs 47

kg , and has a delicate and charming face. Her gentle voice, though we have known each other for over

five years and been married, still makes me never tire of listening to her.

Recently, due to work needs, I moved to live near the company for convenience,

returning home about once a week. Although I feel bad for Lingling, she encourages me to work hard and not worry about her,

so I try to spend as much free time as possible at home on weekends.

"Lingling, are you tired these days? Let me massage your breasts tonight." Seeing my lovely wife's rosy

face, I figured she must be exhausted lately…

"It's okay, you'll be fine after a rest. I'll run you a bath. You can watch TV in the living room and

relax ." With that, she took my coat and went into the bedroom.

I was feeling a bit tired, so I grabbed a can of beer from the fridge and sat on the sofa in the living room for a

nap .

I don't know how long I slept, but I seemed to hear faint footsteps. I thought it was Lingling coming, so I didn't bother to open

my eyes. However, the footsteps went straight towards the door, and it seemed like there were two people. So I pretended to stay asleep. I vaguely

heard a strange man's voice talking to Lingling. Something seemed off. About

half an hour , Lingling came and told me to take a shower. I figured if something was wrong, she would tell me. So I didn't

ask.

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(II) The Truth Comes Out

One day, the company suddenly assigned me three days of business trips, but the work could have been done in just one day. Later,

I learned that the manager had given me two extra days to go home and rest and

spend time I thanked the manager gratefully and returned home after work, stepping through

the door with a joyful heart. But I found that this joy vanished in the blink of an eye.

Because I usually come home on weekends and holidays, I'm not very familiar with what's going on at home.

When I got home and didn't see Lingling, I assumed she had gone out to buy groceries, so I took a nap in the guest room. When I woke up,

I heard soft moans coming from the master bedroom. So I got up

and carefully stepped from the balcony to the French windows outside the master bedroom. Strangely, the curtains were drawn, and I could only

see . It looked like it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening, so unless someone came out of the room, it

was impossible for them to see anyone on the balcony. When I saw the bedroom through the gap, I was shocked because Lingling was

having sex with two men I had never seen before.

"Good...good husband, good brother...you're making me feel so good, so good...oh..." Watching Lingling kneeling on the bed,

one man penetrating her from behind, and another man filming their sex with a V8, I

was angry, surprised, and also a little excited. I didn't know my wife could be so lewd;

at least she didn't make such alluring moans when we made love.

"Oh...faster...I can't take it anymore...oh...I'm coming!" Seeing Lingling's body trembling violently, it seemed she

was already finished. At this point, I didn't want to intervene anymore, because this man was very likely Lingling's lover, and I wanted

to see how Lingling would explain herself later.

I looked back, and the man who had just finished was standing by the window. I could only hear moaning sounds, and I guessed that Lingling was

probably giving someone else oral sex.

Since I couldn't see anything, I went back to the guest room and carefully left "my home" for

another house. When I lay in bed, I didn't know how I got back here, but I knew that what filled my

mind was the scene I had just witnessed. Therefore, I found my wife incredibly alluring, and now I was worried

about whether I should confront Lingling tomorrow.

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(Part Three) Hesitant to Speak

The next morning, I returned home with a troubled heart. When I saw Lingling, she looked surprised. Of course, she

wouldn't connect it to what happened last night, because I hadn't left anything behind when I entered the house yesterday,

and I had even tidied up the room before leaving. I only heard Lingling say, "Why are you home today?"

I thought for a moment and decided not to tell her that I had two days off. I just said, "I'm on a business

trip , so I came home to visit. Oh, are you going out?"

She seemed hesitant. I didn't know if she felt guilty about last night or if she had an appointment later. I

didn't want to alert her, so I just said a few words to her and left. I wanted to see

what kind of person she really was. Until last night, I was confident that I knew her inside and out, but after seeing what happened last night

, I deeply understood what it meant to be "a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea".

After I left, she went home, and I took a detour to the coffee shop across the street. I sat by the window

. Since the coffee shop had just opened and I hadn't been home much lately, the owner and staff

didn't really remember me.

Around 2 PM, I saw Lingling wearing a beige dress and a black jacket.

She didn't seem to be going grocery shopping, so I decided to follow her. Following the flow of people, I

easily followed Lingling. She walked closer and closer to a residential area, finally stopping in front of an apartment building. She seemed to be

thinking about something before going inside. I followed her in and saw her enter the elevator. I went up to check.

"Eighth floor, it should be here," I said, watching the elevator indicator stop on the eighth floor. I wondered if I should

go up and check?

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(Part Four) The Peeping Master

After watching Lingling enter the apartment, my heart was in turmoil. Although I really wanted to follow her up, I

felt uneasy. While pacing back and forth downstairs, I suddenly saw the elevator coming down from the eighth floor. I alertly hid in

the stairwell and peeked through a crack in the door. I saw my wife and

one of the men who had been in the house the night before come out. My wife's expression seemed a little off, but I didn't want to show myself. After they

left , I decided to go up to the eighth floor. When I got there, I found that it was a single-room

apartment building with a circular design. There were eight rooms in total, with the master bedrooms all located towards the back. Strangely, the building didn't seem to have

a building manager . As I carefully examined the room numbers, a woman approached and said, "Sir, are you looking for someone?

Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I heard someone was renting out rooms here, so I came up to take a look, but it seems

the owner isn't here," I casually made up an excuse to get away with it.

"Really? Ah, Mrs. Wang from the ninth floor is renting out a suite. I'll take you there." She seemed overly

enthusiastic , leaving me speechless. I figured it would be good to check out the place

while I was there. Following the woman up to the ninth floor, I asked about the building's layout and general layout.

It really looked like someone coming to see a place. The moment I stepped into Mrs. Wang's apartment, I decided to rent it.

I'd never seen a building so perfect for spying, and it would also make it easier for me to learn more about Lingling's lover's life.

About a month later, from the bare walls of the small suite to the exquisitely furnished, ideal little haven for a single person,

seeing all this, it was hard to believe I'd changed so much for Lingling. For the past month, I'd always made excuses not to go home to Lingling

, and whenever I had free time, I'd come over to tidy up the apartment.

Of course, some tools, such as binoculars and cameras, inevitably entered my home. Based on my

observations over this period, Lingling doesn't seem to come every day, but if she does, it's usually around 2 or 3 pm, and she

usually leaves around 5 pm. Therefore, I set the filming time during this period, and through the window of my room, I

set up a high-magnification V12 camera in my room. Now, I return to this small room almost every day after work to see

if there is any progress. What is unbelievable is that Lingling has sex with a different person almost every time,

and I have been living in this confused yet somewhat exciting life.

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(V) The Ending

Today was another day I had been looking forward to. Returning to this small room, I eagerly turned on

the TV, plugged in V12, and saw my wife giving oral sex to a man. I thought the man's back looked familiar. Just

as I was wondering, I saw the man turn around, pull Lingling up, and forcefully penetrate my wife's vagina from behind. Seeing my wife's

lustful yet apologetic face excited me immensely. Suddenly, when I saw the man, I was shocked.

It turned out to be my "comrade" from the army, whom we all called Black Turtle because his penis was incredibly

large and dark, a full 23 centimeters. Among Asians, he was quite an anomaly. Unfortunately

, because we had gotten along particularly well in the army, and he also knew my wife Lingling,

I was very confused. This seemed inappropriate.

For the next few days, I didn't see Lingling there again. I took three days off from work to go home,

hoping to see if Lingling would finally behave herself.

I returned home with unease, hoping not to find my wife naked and

welcoming me with another man.

"Hi, I'm home! Did you miss me, honey?" I announced as soon as I entered.

My wife rushed out, beaming, and said, "Welcome home, my dear husband!

Did you forget you have a wife at home? I really, really missed you..." She rattled off a string of words, and before I

knew it, I was dragged into the room. Then, like a ravenous wolf, Lingling stripped me naked,

knelt down, and took my penis into her mouth. I was startled by her actions. Before I knew it, she had already

penetrated me. All I could hear was her moaning and writhing,

the sight of her overflowing vaginal fluids was horrifying. She seemed like a lustful beast, craving a man's advances,

and I was the victim.

So, while holding her and inserting my penis into her vagina, I walked to the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and then turned her

over to face forward, inserting my penis into her vagina from behind. I felt a surge of heat emanating from her body.

"Oh...no...don't stop...oh, I'm coming...God!" She climaxed and lay motionless,

but I wasn't finished yet. My penis was still erect inside her. After about two minutes, seeing that she still didn't

react, I tried to move, and I seemed to hear soft moans again.

"Hmm...hmm, what's wrong...you weren't this strong before...hmm..." She looked at me with a hint of resentment in her

eyes . Suddenly, I remembered that she had made love to two men on this very bed. A surge of excitement washed over me again

. In a subconscious state, I felt dizzy and my body burning like fire.

Lingling and I continued our piston-like movements, constantly changing positions. Lingling's moans filled my ears

, growing softer and softer. After what seemed like an eternity, I woke up to find Lingling lying naked beside me.

I seemed to have forgotten how it had ended, and I didn't want to know. Having felt that different kind of pleasure

, I decided to let Lingling continue her lewd behavior, to let me continue experiencing that stimulation.

Therefore , I didn't reveal her secrets, but continued to observe her every move in private. She continued

to change men, but I still couldn't figure out why she always went to that apartment.

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〈VI〉Postscript

A year later, Lingling gave birth to a baby boy. I was very happy at the time, although I knew that

the chances of the baby being mine were very slim, because she seemed to not take birth control pills or condoms when she was "having sex" with

other . But I still liked this little boy very much. Maybe this was fate!

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