Has my wife been slept with by someone else?

The incident happened on February 25th of this year. The night before, I had been drinking heavily with friends at a bar and was feeling extremely tipsy.

I had agreed not to come home that night, but due to the aforementioned reasons, I was forced to return. My wife had gone to

her class reunion, and she had also said she wouldn't be coming back. But when I got home, I found my wife already

fast asleep in bed, the blankets pulled back to one side. Since it was winter, although I was afraid of waking her, I decided to

cover her with a thick blanket and add another one. At the same time, I was puzzled. Before, at the class reunion, she had

been chatting away with those women I called "aunties" for half the night, discussing going to hot springs and

where eat roast whole lamb, like a flock of birds in a forest. But why was she back now? And

judging from the fact that the water heater was still on, my wife had obviously turned it on after coming back. How could she be so tired? Shouldn't she have been preparing it

? Couldn't she have waited until it reached 80 degrees before taking a shower and going to sleep? Judging from my wife's flushed face, she had probably been

drinking, but the smell of alcohol wasn't strong. After thinking for a moment, I lowered my head and smelled my wife. Sure enough, she had been drinking,

and because I'm nearsighted and quite tipsy, I hadn't

noticed anything unusual except for her flushed face. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized she was wearing lip gloss and

silver eyeshadow. This surprised me greatly, because I know my wife quite well

. Aside from a period of following fashion trends, she hasn't worn much makeup since turning 30, focusing

instead on housework and her job. Even her nail polish is the old-fashioned bright red.

It's not uncommon for her to hang out with her friends; they usually do it for a

day or two whenever they have time, especially on weekends. But every time I come home, I find her doing one of the following: 1.

Housework. 2. Watching TV or doing cross-stitch. 3. Making her own accounts. Generally speaking,

things seemed normal, and most of the time, if she was going to stay out overnight, I would call

her. Each time I called, I could always hear a group of women chatting and laughing on the other end.

But this time, she was so drunk! She was completely unaware of my every move.

The area isn't safe; theft is common, so most people are very vigilant, and my wife

is especially so. Normally, even the slightest noise will wake her, even in her sleep. But this time,

what made her so happy? Letting her guard down and getting completely drunk—to put it bluntly

, she was like a dead pig. However, since I was also drunk, and hadn't washed up yet,

I went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

After several rinses with water, and having vomited on the way, my mind cleared up a bit. In my half-awake, half-asleep state,

a crucial question suddenly occurred to me: how did my wife get home? The place they went to for their party

was dozens of kilometers away from the city center. Even during the day, it would take several hours to get back by car, not counting the

stops at red lights and passengers getting on and off. The water heater, which had just reached 60 degrees Celsius, clearly told me that my wife wouldn't be back

for more than an hour. There shouldn't be any large buses at that time. So she must

have been brought back by someone, but who could it be? If we disregard the people I didn't know at their party,

only two of the aunties' husbands own cars. And both of them live in the opposite direction from my house. Did

they bring my wife back and then drive back? But it was a cold day, and

what time would they have gotten home?

Besides, it would be more logical for my wife not to come home in such a drunken state, right? My wife has always disliked

troubling others; as she says, if she asks someone for a favor, she feels indebted, no matter how small the matter or how good the relationship.

So what would cause her to rush home so late at night? What would she be doing there? Just sleeping? Thinking

about it was pointless; I'm the kind of person who acts on impulse. I immediately called one of my aunts.

When I hung up, I felt a chill run down my spine. Things

were developing in the direction I most suspected, and the direction I least wanted to admit. Tan (the organizer of the gathering) told me that they were still playing mahjong and having

a late-night snack , and the two uncles with cars hadn't left either. "You're all still playing, but my wife came back first

. That's really not nice of me. Sister Tan, did everyone have a good time today?" I was flustered and didn't dare to press her for an answer.

Sister Tan, however, didn't try to hide anything. He immediately replied, "Didn't your wife come back with Song Baisheng? He

brought her back. Your wife is really something; we were supposed to go to the honey exhibition together tomorrow, but she

insisted you urgently needed to see her. Luckily, Song had a car, so she went back with him. I even called

her to ask if she got home, but she didn't answer. By the way, what's the emergency? Why are you looking for

your wife so late at night? Don't you know she drank a lot today and is completely out of it? She shouldn't have gone back.

You silly girl!" Song? I had no recollection of this person, and my wife had never mentioned him. Suppressing

my inner turmoil and doubt, I pretended to answer, "Sister Tan, well, it's partly my fault. I drank too much today, and I feel

terrible. My wife called me earlier to ask where I was, you know how worried she is about me.

What could possibly happen to me in my twenties? I'm not a young girl. My friends were making fun of me, and fueled by alcohol, I yelled at my

wife. Look at the mess this has made, she must be angry. Yesterday she even said she was going to chat with you guys all night.

By the way, Sister Tan, who is this Uncle Song? I've never heard you mention him before." Who this person was was my most

direct suspicion, so I had to ask. Sister Tan didn't think much of it and replied,

"Old Song used to be in the same school as us, but his dad became successful and moved to the city a few years ago.

We haven't kept in touch for decades. I don't know who got his number today and called him over for a get-together

. It's a good thing he's here, otherwise you, kid, wouldn't have been acting like a drunkard and bullying your wife late at night. Your wife is stubborn and insisted

on going home. Without Old Song driving her, she probably wouldn't have been able to get home. At this hour, there's no bus, and even a taxi

wouldn't go that far."

Sister Tan then advised me that I'm older now and should treat my wife better. I patiently agreed and

hung up. But actually, I didn't receive a call from my wife. This was unprecedented. Yesterday, I

told my wife I was going out drinking, and she usually calls me around 10 pm to ask where I am,

tell me to drink less, and come home early.

Putting aside why she rushed home tonight, she didn't call me, which is something she would normally do.

Was she

her to call? Connecting these dots, I quickly formed a general idea. I'm not a child; I understand

what I'm supposed to understand, and I'm familiar with things online, so I clearly understand

what might have happened.

However, this is just my own subjective speculation. Perhaps Old Song

simply gave my wife a ride home and then left? But I know nothing about him; it's all just my

guess, good or bad. I'll put this aside for now and just take another shower. It'll be cold tomorrow anyway, and I

'm not going anywhere. A shower and a good night's sleep until noon tomorrow would be perfect. As for my wife, I'll

try to see things from a normal person's perspective for now and ask her about it later. However, things didn't go as planned. Just as I was taking off my clothes

and throwing them in the basin, I discovered something that made my mind explode. Those were my wife's panties, a slightly

sensual floral mesh panty. But in my mind, a woman nearing 50 would typically wear off-white

, wide-legged panties—at least that's how I remembered them. What shocked and horrified me wasn't the panties themselves, but rather

the clearly visible, dried white residue in the crotch area, at the base of her vaginal opening!

I was absolutely stunned! I never imagined finding something like that on my wife's panties.

Why not?

Anyway, after discovering it, I didn't think twice and immediately brought it to my nose to

smell it , trying to determine if it had the distinctive fishy odor of semen. Unfortunately, the substance on her panties

did smell exactly like semen, with a slightly sour odor. I came to my senses, but what if I had wronged my wife? Maybe it

was vaginal discharge? Although I'm a gentleman, I'm not so obsessed as to delve into the details of vaginal discharge. So, I promptly searched it on

Baidu, but the results left me speechless. Vaginal discharge and semen look very similar, and as a layman, I

couldn't possibly tell the difference. Besides, I'd never even smelled vaginal discharge before…

But since this had happened, it felt like a fishbone stuck in my throat, leaving me constantly distressed

and troubled. With these questions and regrets, I still managed to take a shower despite my aching body,

then went to bed. Passing through the bedroom, I saw my wife's glistening lips, slightly upturned… Was she having

a blissful dream?

For the next three days, I wouldn't say I was utterly despondent, but I was certainly in a daze. In my opinion,

if my wife cheated on me, putting aside my father who works hard outside, even as her son, I would feel uneasy.

Although I've had the inclination and thought of cheating on my wife, it was merely a matter of online chat and my own fantasies

. Even in those chats, I always tried to have a conversation with people who shared the same interest, on an equal footing. I've

never called anyone "daddy" or "master" in any groups related to cheating on my wife. Even in fantasies, I

would never stoop to being a dog. Sexual fetishes and a certain kind of dignity are not contradictory. Later, I gave up

this fetish. After all, she is my mother who gave me life and raised me; how could I use her to insult and satisfy myself? Putting aside

the fetish of cheating on my wife, a normal guy, knowing that his wife is being targeted by someone else, would generally feel angry

or aggressive. Besides, I'm already in my twenties, and my wife should be someone

more kind and warm-hearted. How could it be related to sex again? In our area, affairs are common

, but most happen between women in their 20s and 30s. Some are too young and irresponsible,

others are unhappy with their husbands' lack of money. But I've never heard of a woman in her 30s having an affair. At least, in our

neighborhood, I've never heard such gossip. So I'm terrified. I'm afraid that if Lao Song and my wife are having

an affair , something more complicated than a one-night stand? If we're found out, how will people

view my father and me? I'm afraid that from now on, our family will be gossiped about and humiliated… Just when I was losing my appetite and

feeling completely lost , things took a new turn, but this time, it was heading in a darker direction. It happened

yesterday. The TV broke down. Although we have a computer, it's still there, but each has its purpose, so we can't

leave it unrepaired. My wife has also been acting differently these past few days. She doesn't seem relaxed and carefree anymore

; she's like a thief lurking in the shadows, like a furtive thief. Sometimes she'll stand at

the window watching people pass by for hours on end. When I ask her what she's thinking, she won't tell me. And on the 27th,

she made a long phone call. I pretended to be asleep, but actually wanted to eavesdrop. The call was to my sixth aunt; my wife and

sixth aunt are closer than the other aunts. However, with the door blocking the view, I didn't hear everything clearly, only

vaguely hearing some things about gynecological issues. Words like "something's coming," "not much," and "the timing is wrong" were heard. Thinking about

this, I suddenly felt a little happy. Maybe my wife really did have a gynecological problem? The stuff on her underwear that night might just

be vaginal discharge. I might have wronged her. So, I perked up, overcoming my fatigue of the past few days, and chatted with my wife with renewed

enthusiasm . However, my wife was still evasive, running off to get water, then

to fix her hair, refusing to sit properly on the sofa. After chatting for a while, my wife suddenly received a phone call,

saying she had to go to the office to handle some things and told me to wait for the TV repairman; she would buy groceries and we'd have hot pot later. Seeing

that my wife was busy, I didn't nag her anymore. After she left, I went online while waiting for the TV repairman to arrive.

I waited for a full three hours before he finally arrived. I had just gone into the kitchen to get some hot tea, and before I even put it down

, the repairman said he needed the TV invoice. My wife hadn't found it for me. I told the repairman to have some tea and rest for a bit.

I went into the bedroom to look for it. All our receipts, invoices, and documents are kept by my wife, usually in the cabinet on

the dressing table. But this time, I searched for ages and couldn't find the TV invoice. Then I thought, maybe it's

on the bedside table? I opened my wife's bedside table, but instead of the invoice, I found a

delicate women's wallet. When did my wife buy this bag? It's quite nice. I was in a hurry to find the invoice,

so I left my bag aside. I finally found a thin receipt in a corner of the cabinet. The repairman was pretty good;

he fixed the TV problem in about half an hour and even resoldered the loose audio connector. I

have to give him credit for that service. I wouldn't have dared to offer him a meal at a customer's house without some perfunctory politeness.

After dinner, she accepted the money and declined my "kind offer."

After I lay down on the sofa and watched TV for a while, something seemed off. That's right, it was my wife

's small bag. She had carried a large bag when she went out before; her things must have been in the large bag, right? But this small bag

was so heavy. I hadn't completely let go of the ambiguous events of the past few days; some

details … However, before I could think any further, the items revealed in the bag ruthlessly shattered

my naivety. In my wife's bag, besides a pair of agate bracelets and a

delicate mirror, were the real items that shattered any remaining illusions: condoms and birth control pills…

What does it mean for a woman whose husband is often away to have contraceptives in her belongings?

Everyone understands. Now it's clear: my wife has been unfaithful. For me, this

result was a huge blow, but I was somewhat prepared, because from the night I saw the white

substance , subconsciously I believed my wife had been sexually assaulted. But with the advent of contraceptives,

a new problem has arisen. My wife is 38 years old this year; women of this age should be undergoing sterilization

. Why would my wife use these things? Even if she's having an affair, isn't she worried about pregnancy after being sterilized? I

clearly remember that in the first year of junior high school, my wife and father discussed it and both had sterilization

procedures. At that time, my grandmother even said not to rush it, in case the government relaxed the policy later and they could have another child. But my parents went ahead with the surgery without any worries

. Why did I find contraceptives in my wife's bag today? Why would she use them? This doesn't make any sense

at all ! Or did she remove her IUD? This… I dare not think about it anymore. My father is far away,

and her husband is not by her side. What is my wife doing after removing her IUD?

Or rather, who is she doing this for? But if my wife really intends to have another child for someone, at her age?

Is that possible? Isn't it dangerous? Wife, who are you doing this for? Are you willing to do this?

As if echoing my thoughts, my wife, who had promised to have hot pot with me tonight, broke her promise. She said she

had something important to do and told me to go out to eat. My wife didn't come home until 2 a.m. The lama came to check on me.

I pretended to be fast asleep. She even quietly called my name once. After confirming that I was sound asleep, my wife hurriedly took a shower

and went to bed. I waited until she fell asleep and then went to the bathroom. Sure enough, there were her underwear that she had just changed out of. But

this time, apart from the smell of soap, there was nothing else that shouldn't be there.

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