The Seven-Year Itch (18-21)

Chapter 18 Oral Sex in the Hospital Room Watching the worm in my crotch slowly swell, I thought perhaps it had been starved for too long, and now it was already eager at the slightest stimulation. But this was too unfortunate; I was lying in a hospital bed, covered in injuries.

My wife also noticed the change in her hand, her expression becoming somewhat unnatural, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. But then she smiled and turned to look at me, her smile full of allure and a touch of girlish cunning. Looking at her, I felt a little mesmerized. My wife's expression was somewhat unfamiliar to me, yet there was also a sense of anticipation—a feeling I couldn't quite describe.

My penis grew larger and larger, but my lower abdomen was also painfully swollen. Unfortunately, I couldn't urinate. I said to my wife, "No, I can't pee lying down. I'm about to burst. Help me sit up.

" My wife helped me sit on the edge of the bed, my feet on the ground. This position felt a little better. "Pee-pee..." My wife actually whistled softly, like she was helping a child pee.

After I finished using the restroom, my wife took a wet wipe from the bedside table and cleaned me up. When the cool wipe touched my glans, I instinctively shuddered. My wife noticed the wipe was a bit cold and quickly wiped it a few times.

Her careful handling made it seem like she was cherishing a precious treasure.

Just as I was about to lie down on the bed, my wife pressed down on my thigh to prevent me from turning over, and opened her mouth to suck the shrunken worm into her mouth. The soft worm was sucked and pulled in and out of her mouth, slowly swelling up again.

This was a hospital ward, and people were coming and going in the corridor outside. I could clearly hear their footsteps. What if someone pushed the door open? I wanted to push my wife away, but my body instinctively wouldn't leave that warm place.

The mental tension and physical pleasure were like a game, two completely different sensations impacting me simultaneously, causing a brief moment of confusion in my thoughts.

My eyes were fixed on the door, occasionally glancing down at my wife, who was kneeling between my legs, diligently performing oral sex. How had she become so bold? Before, she would never have dared to do this in public.

She wouldn't even let me turn up the lights a little during sex, yet now, this morning, she was giving her husband oral sex in a hospital bedside.

The change was truly drastic. Although I had always hoped my wife would be more proactive and unrestrained during sex, her current behavior made me feel uneasy. I felt that her current lewdness was entirely the work of that blond guy.

My own wife, yet someone else had turned her into a slut.

I held my wife's head with both hands, wanting to push her away from between my legs, but she continued to lick and suck with all her might. "Xiao Hui, stop for a moment, we're in a hospital,

" I said. My wife released my already erect penis, leaving only the tip of her tongue tracing the glans. She looked up at me, her expression full of lust.

With just one glance, my defenses crumbled. Lust overcame reason, and I no longer cared whether we were in a hospital. I braced myself against my slowly reclining body and began to enjoy my wife's ministrations. My

erect penis was already coated in a layer of her saliva, which slid smoothly over my tongue, some of it even dripping onto my testicles.

She guided my penis upwards with her hands, her nimble tongue sliding over my testicles, sometimes sucking them into her mouth, sometimes licking them. The intense stimulation made me almost cry out in pleasure, but I could only groan in a low voice, "Oh...oh...mmm..." My wife's skillful technique brought me immense pleasure, but the last vestige of reason within me reminded me of what she had been doing behind my back, which prevented me from ejaculating. Pain and pleasure coexisted—this was probably the truest description of my feelings.

My wife seemed to sense the change in my mood. Seeing my interest waning, she used both her hands and mouth to launch an even more intense attack on my penis. She opened her mouth wide and slowly swallowed my penis bit by bit until her nose touched my pubic hair. She had taken my entire penis into her mouth.

I could feel the head of my penis pressing against her throat, hard and tight, a feeling of indescribable pleasure washing over me.

Her efforts paid off; wave after wave of attacks gradually pushed me to my climax. Her slender fingers stroked my penis rhythmically, her mouth wide open, her tongue pressing against the urethral opening, ready to receive my most powerful assault.

"Ugh..." A low moan escaped my lips as my semen gushed into her open mouth, some even splashing onto her face.

After ejaculation, my penis gradually calmed down. My wife licked the remaining semen from the glans clean with the tip of her tongue. I thought she would spit it out, but instead, she tilted her head back and swallowed the entire mouthful, leaving me astonished.

I lay back down on the bed, watching my wife clean the remaining semen from the corners of her mouth with a tissue. I felt a mix of emotions, while she seemed to be doing something very ordinary, her expression unusually calm.

Neither of us spoke, and the room was eerily quiet.

After a while, a knock on the door broke the silence. My wife got up and opened the door. It was two policemen, and I recognized one of them—Zhao Gang, my father's former subordinate, now the deputy director of the Chengbei Police Station.

Seeing him, I quickly sat up and greeted him, "Brother Zhao, it's you! Please have a seat.

Xiao Hui, pour two glasses of water.

" Zhao Gang took a stool from under the bed and sat down beside me, while the other man sat on the bed next to me.

Zhao Gang said kindly to me, "Brother, are you feeling better?" "Much better, it's nothing serious, just some superficial injuries.

" "That's good.

By the way, how's your old boss doing? There's been a lot going on at the office lately, and I haven't had time to visit him.

" "My dad's much better now, recovering quite quickly.

" Zhao Gang nodded and then asked me, "Brother, what happened yesterday? Who beat you up like this? Tell me, I'll catch him and teach him a lesson. How dare he bully my brother like that.

" Zhao Gang's words warmed my heart. My father's previous care for him hadn't been in vain. From what he said, it seemed that the two men with yellow hair ran away after knocking me unconscious.

I smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. I've been in a bad mood lately because of work, and I got into an argument with them at that restaurant, which escalated into a fight.

" Zhao Gang said, "Okay, let's do the routine. Let's take a statement. Just tell me what happened at the restaurant yesterday.

Xiao Wang, you take notes.

" I gave a brief account of what happened yesterday and signed the statement.

Zhao Gang took the statement and glanced at it, then looked up and asked, "Brother, do you remember what those two looked like? Or were there any easily identifiable features?" I looked at my wife sitting on the other side of the bed and said, "Xiao Hui, go buy some breakfast, I'm a little hungry.

" Then I turned to Zhao Gang and said, "Brother Zhao, have you eaten? Why don't you buy some more and eat together?

" "No, no, we've already eaten.

" After my wife left, I thought about it again, whether I should tell Zhao Gang about Huang Mao or not. Someone like him is definitely on the police's blacklist. What if he leaks Xiao Hui's affair after we catch Huang Mao? That's not what I want to see, but I'm not satisfied if I don't teach him a lesson.

I'll hold off on saying anything for now and decide what to do later based on the situation. After

making up my mind, I said to Zhao Gang, "Brother Zhao, I drank quite a bit at the time, and I was a bit tipsy. I didn't really notice what he looked like then, and I can't remember right now."

Zhao Gang nodded and said to me, "According to the restaurant owner who later reported the incident, after that guy knocked you down, he immediately dragged his accomplice away. The restaurant owner was so scared that he hid in the back kitchen and didn't dare to come out. He couldn't describe the man's appearance very clearly, so this is a bit difficult.

" "Brother Zhao, it's really nothing. I didn't suffer any losses!" "Don't worry, brother, I'll find those two guys as soon as possible. They have to pay for the medical expenses, no matter what.

" Seeing Zhao Gang say this, I could only say, "Then I thank you, Brother Zhao.

" "Don't be so polite." Zhao Gang said, standing up and taking out a business card from his pocket, handing it to me: "Brother, take good care of yourself here. If you remember anything, just call me. I'll go see my old boss again in a couple of days.

" "Brother Zhao, don't tell my dad about this yet."

Zhao Gang nodded and smiled at me, then turned and left the ward with his deputy, Xiao Wang.

Silence returned to the room. I definitely couldn't go to work in my condition; I needed to ask Lao Liu for two days off.

I found my phone in the bedside table drawer, along with the thing I'd taken from under Huang Mao yesterday—a phone with a huge screen, quite heavy, probably from being dropped yesterday; it was now switched off.

I called Lao Liu to ask for leave, but he was swamped with work and immediately started complaining. He complained about his work, how he maintained his integrity, and kept pressing me about why I was taking leave.

I made up an excuse, saying my wife had some family matters to attend to, so I only needed two days off. He reluctantly agreed at the last minute.

I guessed he was busy covering up his shortcomings; after all, he'd been a purchasing manager for years, and his record couldn't be clean. The supervisory team from the parent company hadn't left yet, so he had to maintain appearances.

Just as I hung up, my wife came in carrying a food box.

I asked, "What did you buy?" "Steamed buns and millet porridge."

My wife placed the food container on the bedside table, unscrewed the lid, and took out a few small steamed buns from the top layer. Instantly, the steaming millet porridge, carrying its rich aroma, filled the air. The smell made

my taste buds tingle, and I quickly sat up, took a small steamed bun from her, and bit into it… Just as I was savoring the thick millet porridge, I glanced up and saw my wife sitting on the opposite bed, staring at me intently.

Through the hazy steam, her face was somewhat blurred, but I could clearly see her expression—a mixture of helplessness, grievance, and a sense of guilt towards me.

After finishing breakfast, I said to my wife, “Xiaohui, you go to work. I can manage here.

” “I took leave. I’ll spend these few days with you.”

"Seeing how easily she spoke, it was as if none of what had happened before.

And I, deep down, also wanted to let go of those past events, but I always felt a thorn stuck in my heart.

The long silence made us both feel a little awkward, just like our first date.

I waited for her, waiting for her to speak first.

My wife seemed to have made up her mind, slowly raising her head to gaze at me and saying, 'Husband…' My heart was pounding. I hoped my wife would be honest with me, but I was also afraid that what she said would be unbearable for me. So I coughed lightly, trying to appear calm, and said, 'Yes, go ahead!' 'Husband… I'm sorry! I know that no matter how much I apologize now, you won't forgive me. I'm sorry to you, sorry to Xiaoxiao, sorry to this family.'"

"I hid some things from you last time. I was just scared by you and didn't dare tell you everything. I was afraid that if I told you everything, you would go to him. If something happened to you, what would happen to Xiaoxiao and me?" "I still don't understand, what was the reason you betrayed me?" "Husband, I've never betrayed you.

" She looked at me, lowered her head guiltily, and continued, "In my heart, I've always been loyal to you. I only love you, in the past, now, and in the future.

" I snorted coldly, "Love me? Cheating on other men behind my back is because you love me?" "I... Since marrying you, every day has been so mundane: work, home, sleep. Especially after Xiaoxiao came along, I don't have a single free moment. Sometimes I wonder, am I just going to live this mundane life forever? Where did the lively, energetic, and passionate Li Hui go?" There's always been a restlessness in my heart, urging me to find my former self again. I want to experience more of the outside world outside of work—shopping, going to bars, singing… I don't want to be old and have no memories of my youth left behind.

” “Is this your reason for cheating?” The wife shook her head and continued, “Actually, I never intended to cheat. I just wanted to get some fresh air. When you're out partying every day, have you ever thought about how I feel all alone at home? I told you before, the first time I was with Liu Qiang, he drugged me. I didn't know anything at the time.

Liu Qiang later threatened me with photos and videos, leaving me no choice.

I was terrified and didn't dare tell you, afraid you'd divorce me.

But slowly, I found myself starting to enjoy the thrill of this affair. It wasn't that I liked him, it was just that the feeling was like being on drugs, making me unable to resist being with Liu Qiang again and again.

Husband, I didn't intend to do anything with Liu Qiang. In my heart, I've always loved you.”

Later, I realized that what I had done was a betrayal of you. I felt guilty and lost. I knew that if I continued like this, all I would gain was temporary excitement and pleasure, while I would lose everything I had left.

During that time, I could sense your unusual behavior. I didn't know if you were suspicious of me or if you had really discovered something.

I thought I couldn't go on like this. Just when I decided to break off all contact with Liu Qiang, you found out..." "What about that time at home? Since you wanted to break off all contact with him, why did you bring him home? I really didn't expect you to bring him home.

" "It's not like that, honey. Let me explain. You were in the hospital for those few days, and he called me several times. I made it very clear to him that I didn't want to continue with him, but he still came to our house.

At first, I didn't want to let him in, but seeing him standing at the door and refusing to leave, I had no choice but to let him in."

Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to have a good talk with him and tell him to stop bothering me. But after he came in, he tried to take off my clothes without saying a word. I didn't dare to argue with him loudly, afraid of waking Xiaoxiao, so I could only... I could only go along with him.

"But you seemed to enjoy it!" My wife's body trembled after hearing what I said. She looked at me in surprise, not understanding how I knew so much detail: "I... I... Husband, I don't know what happened to me at the time. I resisted at first, but I wasn't as strong as him, and I was afraid of waking Xiaoxiao, so... so..." "So you and he were... having sex in our living room?" I said those two words with difficulty, words that I had been trying to avoid all along.

"Husband, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me at the time. When I saw his naked lower body, I lost my mind."

Right after he entered my body, I felt a sense of trepidation, both afraid that you would suddenly come home and afraid that Xiaoxiao would wake up. But I really liked that feeling; it was a sensation that I could never experience when making love with you, a pure physical satisfaction and stimulation.

"I'm sorry, husband, I'm a shameless woman, I'm a lewd woman.

" My wife stopped there, and I pondered her words, reflecting on my own actions over the past few years. I'd spent my days indulging in debauchery and pleasure, and I'd done things that betrayed her more than once. What right did I have to judge her? Perhaps it was the lingering influence of traditional Chinese thought: men could have multiple wives and concubines, while women were expected to be faithful to one man.

"Husband, thank you for letting me say this.

I'm so sorry. I know it's hard for you to forgive me, but I truly regret it now.

After you found out, I was terrified. I was afraid you wouldn't want me anymore, afraid of losing Xiaoxiao. I even thought about ending it all, but I couldn't bear to leave you and Xiaoxiao."

"As she spoke, tears streamed down my wife's face. Seeing this, I felt a pang of guilt, stood up, went to her side, and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

My wife immediately hugged me tightly, pressing her face against my chest and bursting into tears.

I stroked her hair, remaining silent for a long time. She had been under a lot of pressure these past few days; perhaps letting her cry would make her feel better.

'Husband, I'm sorry, please forgive me! Please forgive me! Waaah…' 'Don't cry, don't cry. We're in the hospital; if people outside hear us, they'll think your husband is dying!'" "I didn't agree to forgive her, not because I was unwilling, but because I didn't want to make this decision hastily. I needed to think about it quietly. Once I made this decision, it would have to withstand the test of the rest of our lives. "

My wife sobbed and slowly calmed down, but her arms around me tightened, as if she was afraid I would run away if she let go.

I tenderly stroked my wife's beautiful hair, enjoying this long-lost warmth.

"Xiao Hui..." "Hmm?" "Go to Dad's later and see if there's anything he needs to do.

I'll call him later and tell him I have something to do at the company and won't be going there for the next couple of days.

" "Okay.

What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll buy something on my way back.

" "Just buy whatever you want!" "After my wife left, I lay in bed thinking a lot. Actually, I really wanted to forgive her, but I felt uneasy and uncomfortable if I did.

And then there's Huang Mao; I guess I need to teach him a lesson, otherwise he'll keep bothering Xiao Hui.

Thinking of Huang Mao, I remembered his phone was still with me. I figured I needed to check what valuable information was on it.

I switched to my SIM card, turned it on, and browsed through every option.

In one folder, I found what seemed to be his accounting data, but the text was very obscure and I couldn't understand it.

Continuing to search, I opened another folder, and over a hundred photos appeared. I couldn't believe my eyes. Didn't my wife say she was going to delete all the photos when she came back? How come..." Are there really so many? I looked closely at the photos and discovered that they weren't just of my wife; there were photos of other women, all of them naked, some in various lewd poses.

There were only about ten photos of my wife, Xiaohui, mostly of her lying naked on the bed, her eyes closed as if asleep. Below each photo was a dark, erect penis, which I assumed belonged to the blond-haired man.

Only the last two photos were different. In one, the blond-haired man was on top of my wife, supporting one of her legs with one hand and pressing the other against her breast. My wife was clutching the sheets tightly, her mouth open as if she were screaming, her expression a mixture of pain and a faint smile—something I had never seen before.

The other photo made my blood boil. I never imagined my wife could be so open-minded. Compared to her, my previous visits to bathhouses were child's play.

In the photo, my wife is kneeling naked on the bed, her breasts appearing even larger due to their natural sagging. She's leaning to the side, kissing another woman kneeling beside her, her face obscured by her hair.

Behind them stand two naked men; the photo only shows their necks, so I can't see their faces. But I noticed the man behind the woman next to my wife; on his arm, which is supporting her waist, is a clearly visible, menacing dragon tattooed on it. The man

behind my wife is slightly overweight, with fair skin, no tattoos, only a thick gold chain hanging from his chest.

I never imagined my wife, besides the blond guy, would participate in such lewd parties with other men.

Wait, in the last two photos, the blond guy... There must have been another person taking photos inside, making it five people, maybe more… Looking at these photos, I couldn't understand how my always gentle and conservative wife could accept such a thing. Was she just playful, simply wanting a thrill? Or was this just her true nature, masked by the tranquility of our family life? I dared not think any further.

She had truly changed.

I turned off my phone and put the SIM card back in.

I couldn't bear to look any longer; what I was seeing was almost unbearable. I was afraid what else inside would cause me to collapse.

At noon, my wife returned with lunch and some fruit, chatting and laughing with me. She told me about my father, saying he was in a good mood and ate more than a few days ago.

I watched my wife bustling about, blankly echoing her words, my heart aching terribly.

“Xiao Hui, how much have you been hiding from me? What else haven’t you told me?” "I really wanted to ask that, but I swallowed the words back.

I don't know why, maybe because I've really hurt her. What difference does it make whether I ask or not, whether I tell or not? I finished my meal with a heavy heart, without saying a word. My wife noticed my unusual behavior and asked, 'Honey, what's wrong? You look so troubled, like you're unhappy.

' 'Nothing, just thinking about some things.

' 'Honey, are you thinking about me? I'm so sorry. You can hit me, you can scold me, just please don't keep these things bottled up inside. It'll hurt your health.

I'll do anything to make you feel better.

' My wife looked at me with concern, on the verge of tears again.

I forced a smile and said, 'It's okay, don't overthink it. There's been a lot going on at work lately, and I'm worried something might happen while I'm resting.'"

"That evening, I called my father and told him I was working overtime at the company and would come to his place in a couple of days.

He just told me to focus on my work, that my mother was taking care of things here, and that his injury wasn't serious.

My wife wanted to stay with me at the hospital overnight, but I refused and told her to go home to be with Xiaoxiao and her mother.

I couldn't sleep that night. I lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, with hurried footsteps passing by outside the door from time to time.

I appeared calm on the surface, but my mind was in turmoil,

and I couldn't make sense of anything. Everything was bottled up inside, and I wanted to scream to vent. I had no one to confide in—not my parents, not my friends. I had to bear all of this myself."

The next morning, my wife came and helped me wash my face and brush my teeth. Afterwards, I ate some breakfast she had bought. I had no appetite and only ate a little before putting down my chopsticks. My wife urged me to eat more, but I shook my head and said, "I can't eat.

" Seeing that I was in a bad mood, my wife quietly cleared away the dishes without saying anything more.

After a while, the doctor from the hospital came to check on me, followed by a nurse pushing a cart. After taking my temperature, the doctor gave me an IV drip.

The doctor asked about my physical condition. I felt that I was fine physically, but I was worried about my father and things at the company, so I asked the doctor when I could be discharged. However, he said that I needed to be observed for a while, and it would be best to stay for a full week.

I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, they're ripping people off like crazy! Just some minor injuries and they want me in for a week? If someone's really sick, they'll be in for a month or two!

" Thinking this, I outwardly pretended to be polite and try to be friendly: "Doctor, I'm very busy at work, they can't do without me, and I also have to take care of my parents… Could you please make an exception and let me be discharged as soon as possible?" The doctor seemed to ponder for a moment, then finally said, "Hmm, you'll need to stay at least three days. Tomorrow, after your IV drip, go and complete the discharge procedures. But I must remind you, this is your own request to be discharged, so if anything happens later, you'll be responsible for it.

" I nodded quickly, smiling obsequiously as I watched the doctor leave.

While getting my IV drip, I called one of my subordinates at work to ask about things at the company these past few days. He said everything was normal, but he didn't have access to some higher-ups' affairs, so he wasn't aware of some things.

The calmer things seemed, the more likely something big was going to happen. I needed to go to the company first thing after being discharged tomorrow.

I had just hung up the phone when it rang again. The person on the other end said, "Brother, it's your Brother Zhao.

" "Oh, Brother Zhao, hello!" "How are you? Feeling better?" "Much better, I can be discharged tomorrow.

" "Good, that's good. Come over to my place tomorrow after you're discharged. There's a security camera on the street outside that restaurant; I've retrieved some footage. Come over and see if you can find any clues.

" "Okay, I'll make time to go tomorrow. Thank you again.

" "No trouble at all, we're brothers! That's all for now, take good care of yourself.

" "Okay, goodbye Brother Zhao.

" After hanging up, I turned to look at my wife beside me, and that glance sent a chill down my spine.

My wife was holding the phone with the yellow hair on it. Perhaps she'd heard me finish my call, because she looked up and asked, "Honey, whose phone is this? I found it in your pocket when I was packing your things after you were hospitalized the other day. Why is it off?" "Oh, this… it's a company-issued phone. I usually keep it at the office. I probably dropped it during the fight and it turned off.

" "A company-issued phone? Why didn't you get a new one?" "Ugh! This is so big, it's heavy in my pocket, uncomfortable to use.

" My wife suspiciously put the phone back in the drawer. I wondered if she recognized its origin; there are plenty of phones like this, she probably wouldn't notice anything.

The IV drip continued until after ten o'clock. Since there was still some time before lunch, my wife suggested I go downstairs for a walk in the small garden. I'd been lying in bed for two days and wanted to get some exercise, especially since the weather wasn't too hot yet.

We strolled together in the garden, my wife's arm linked with mine, just like when we were dating. I could clearly feel the softness of her breasts against my arm, even through her clothes, the sensation was so vivid.

I remembered the first time she linked her arm with mine; when that softness touched my heart, I was so flustered.

Back then, her face was always radiant with a happy smile, as if nothing in the world could worry her.

But as time passed, that smile faded, and she linked her arm with mine less and less often.

I turned to look at my wife, and in a daze, I saw her smiling at me again, though a hint of sorrow lingered in her eyes.

The walk dispelled much of the gloom that had accumulated over the past few days.

After lunch, perhaps because of my good mood, I soon felt very sleepy. After I lay down, my wife hurried to my father's place; it was truly hard on her to have two sick family members.

In my dream, I vaguely saw my wife, Xiaohui, leading our daughter, Xiaoxiao, in a hazy light. I called their names, but they seemed oblivious. Gradually, they drifted further and further away. I ran and shouted, my voice hoarse, but it was all in vain.

Just as they were about to disappear completely from my sight, I shouted with all my might, "Xiaohui, Xiaoxiao..." I suddenly opened my eyes to a white wall. Everything from the dream still lingered in my mind, leaving me with lingering fear.

People often say, "What you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

" Perhaps it was because I cared so much about them, so afraid of losing them, that I had such a dream! I was somewhat dazed all afternoon, wondering what this dream meant. Did Xiaohui and I really only have one path left? What would happen to Xiaoxiao? The nearly burnt-out cigarette butt struggled for the last time between my fingers, unwilling to let go of any remaining wisp of smoke.

I glanced at the wall clock, estimating it was time for my daughter to come home from school, and took out my phone to dial home.

"Hello?" came a clear, crisp voice.

"Xiaoxiao.

" "Daddy!" "Sigh! My good daughter, have you missed Daddy?" "Yes, Daddy hasn't been home for several days.

" "Daddy has been busy these past few days, but I'll be home to see Xiaoxiao in a couple of days. Xiaoxiao, be good at home and listen to Grandma and Mommy, okay?" "Yes, Daddy, Xiaoxiao is very good. Xiaoxiao listens to Grandma and Mommy.

" "That's my good daughter. Daddy will take you to the amusement park when I get home." "

Daddy has to keep his word.

" "Okay, go call your grandma. Daddy has something to say to her." "Okay

, goodbye Daddy!" "Goodbye, my good daughter!" After a while, the mother-in-law picked up the phone: "Hello?" "Mom, it's me.

I'm sorry to have troubled you these past few days. Something came up here, but I'll be back in a couple of days.

" "It's okay, I'll just pick up and drop off the kids at home. It's not tiring. Is your injury alright?" "It's just a minor injury. I'll be discharged tomorrow. I'll come home after I finish my work at the company.

" "Okay, be careful."

"Just as I hung up the phone, my wife pushed open the door and came in. 'Cough cough... Honey, why are you smoking so much? Your injury hasn't healed yet; smoking too much will affect your recovery.

' My wife quickly opened the window to let the air circulate for a while. Turning her head, she saw me holding my phone and asked, 'Who did you call? Is something wrong?' 'Nothing, just called home.

' My wife walked to the bedside, sat down, picked up an apple, and started peeling it. 'Missing our daughter?' I nodded. 'Yes, I haven't seen her for a few days, and I really miss her.

' My wife smiled knowingly. 'Last night before going to bed, Xiaoxiao asked me where you'd been. She said she missed you because you hadn't been home for several days!' Thinking of my lovely daughter, I smiled too.

After dinner, my wife went home. Lying quietly alone in the hospital room, I couldn't help but take out Huang Mao's phone again. It was like Pandora's box, attracting me to explore its contents."

After a day, my state of mind seems to have changed a lot. I no longer have the same fear of what's on the phone as I did yesterday. Even if I saw my wife in there again, I don't think I would be too shocked.

After all, she had already given me enough "surprises."

Skipping over the photos I'd seen before, I continued scrolling down, opening a folder containing over ten video files. I clicked on the first one.

On the screen, bright light shone on a woman's bare back. Her smooth back was flawless, and a large, slightly dark hand roamed back and forth across her crystalline skin. On her arm, which was occasionally exposed, a dragon tattoo hinted at the man's true identity.

"Baby, your skin is so nice, so soft and smooth, it feels so different.

" A woman's slightly languid voice came through: "Brother Qiang, you're making me so itchy.

" "You little slut, didn't I make you feel good just now? Now your little pussy is itchy again?" "Brother Qiang, I can't resist your big black worm!" "Hmph, now you know how powerful you are? Come on, come here and give me a couple of bites, see if I don't make you roll your eyes back, haha!" The woman obediently sat up to give the blond guy oral sex, just as she was about to see the woman's face, a hand with a jade beaded necklace on the wrist suddenly pushed the screen away, "Hey! Brother Qiang, don't film me!" "Damn it, we've already done it, are you afraid I'll film you? Hurry up and eat, if you get hard I'll fuck you to death."

After a while, the blond-haired man finally adjusted the camera. The woman was kneeling beside him, her fair skin contrasting sharply with his. Her hair hung down beside her ears, completely obscuring her face, but the way she looked up indicated that she already had his dark penis in her mouth, making soft "plop plop" sounds as she swallowed.

"Oh! You slut, no one can match your oral skills, it feels so fucking good.

" The woman didn't answer, only making two muffled "hmm...hmm..." sounds.

"Slap!" The blond-haired man's large hand slapped the woman's upturned buttocks hard. The woman visibly trembled in pain, letting out a "ah hmm!" sound, but then obediently resumed swallowing and spitting.

"Stick your ass out, let me see how much fluid your little cunt has leaked?" The woman slowly moved her legs, as if afraid the penis in her mouth would slip away if she moved too much. When she finally straddled the blond man's chest, the entire screen was filled with her buttocks. Five tender red finger marks were clearly visible on them. Below the pink bud between her buttocks, a thin slit was secreting glistening, tempting lustful fluid, and the surrounding area was completely hairless.

The blond man reached out and parted the two glistening labia, revealing the folded walls of the vagina. The woman's lustful fluid was so abundant that it flowed down his fingers.

At this moment, the blond man was like a starving dog, opening his mouth to lick the woman's vaginal opening.

Perhaps busy eating the woman's lustful fluid, the blond man no longer cared about filming, throwing the machine aside, and the screen fell into a long period of darkness. Only the woman's moans indicated that their battle was still ongoing.

During this time, a few words could be vaguely heard being exchanged between the two, but they were not very clear.

When the blond-haired man picked up the camera again, the woman was already kneeling on the bed, enduring the repeated thrusts of his dark, thick penis.

Each time the blond-haired man entered, the woman's buttocks trembled, followed by a long moan of pleasure from her.

Each thrust was powerful and heavy, causing the camera to shake violently.

The woman's moans gradually became more rapid and louder. Through the shaking camera, it could be seen that the huge penis between the woman's buttocks was about to be completely pulled out, leaving only the glans inside. After a slight pause, the penis would quickly plunge back into her vagina, leaving only a clump of messy black hair.

At these moments, the shaking camera would capture the outline of the woman's head, which was hidden from the screen. Her shoulder-length hair was as black and shiny as a wife's, but her face was obscured by her hair. However, her cries could be heard clearly.

Just as I was engrossed in watching, I heard the sound of the door being opened amidst cries of pain and pleasure. I quickly turned off my phone, looked up, and saw my wife, Xiaohui, standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and staring at me in surprise.

Address Page/The Way Home******.com Address Page/The Way Home******.com Chapter 21 Staying Overnight in the Ward I looked at my wife who suddenly pushed open the door, not knowing how to explain: "Xiao Hui...you...why are you here? I..." My wife just stood there stunned for a moment, then closed the door behind her and came over to say: "Nothing's wrong at home, I came to keep you company.

" Seeing her staring at the phone in my hand, I quickly stuffed it under the pillow and pressed my already erect penis down, saying: "Just looking around since I had nothing to do, hehe..." My wife just smiled and didn't say anything. She probably thought I was watching porn. After all, I had quite a few porn movies stored on the computer at home, and we had watched them together before.

Come to think of it, in this day and age, which man hasn't watched this kind of stuff? Having figured this out, the tension and awkwardness from before dissipated. I chatted casually with my wife, and she, while talking to me, fetched water for me to wash my face.

After I finished washing my face, my wife brought over a basin of hot water. "Honey, take off your clothes, I'll wash you up.

" Realizing I hadn't showered for two days, I took off my clothes and lay down on the bed, adding, "Xiao Hui, go lock the door first.

" After locking the door, my wife took a hot towel and carefully washed me. The warm, damp towel rubbed my back, and I felt my pores gradually open, a warm current flowing through me, warming my body and my heart.

After washing my back, I turned over, and my wife meticulously washed my chest and arms.

Just as I was immersed in this warm feeling, my wife slowly pulled down my pants. I opened my eyes in surprise and saw my wife carefully washing my legs with a towel, my clitoris softly staring at her.

My wife rinsed the towel again and then placed it directly over my crotch. The damp, hot towel was almost burning, and I involuntarily hissed.

My wife smiled slyly and said to my crotch, "Serves you right for being so disobedient. You're not feeling well, and you're still looking at that kind of thing.

" "Uh...hehe...let me examine it..." My wife glanced at me sideways, her expression a mixture of reproach and anger.

Lifting the towel, the engorged penis was still steaming. My wife's warm fingers pinched the shaft and gently pulled back the foreskin, revealing the head of my startled penis. A few glistening drops of fluid clung to the slightly open opening.

My wife feigned surprise, "Wow! What did you see that made you drool so much?" Seeing her deliberately teasing me, I was speechless, standing there dumbfounded.

"Here, let me wipe your drool,

" my wife said, cleaning my glans with the towel and occasionally pinching it with her fingers.

After my wife finished washing me thoroughly and stopped me from putting on my clothes, she took the blanket and covered me, still naked.

She emptied the basin of water and went back into the room. My wife checked her watch; it was already 9:30. She poured me a glass of water and handed me my medication for tonight. "Honey, it's time to take your medicine.

" After taking the medicine, I lay back down on the bed. Seeing that there was nothing else to do, I said to her, "Xiaohui, it's getting late. You should go home. I'm all done here.

" "Honey, I... I'm not leaving today. I want to stay and keep you company.

" After a pause, she added, "Nothing's wrong at home. My mom's looking after Xiaoxiao!" Looking at my wife's somewhat flustered expression, I sighed inwardly. I knew why she wanted to stay. If I refused, she wouldn't say anything, but in this situation, what reason could I give to refuse? Reconciliation—wasn't this what I had always hoped for? I smiled and nodded. My wife smiled happily when she saw that I agreed. I could see that her smile contained happiness and the satisfaction of having her wish fulfilled.

The atmosphere in the ward became somewhat ambiguous. My wife went to the door and locked it. "Honey, it's getting late, get some rest!" she said, then turned off the light.

The moonlight streaming in from the window made the room less dark. I saw my wife take off her coat and walk quietly towards me. At the bedside, she slowly removed the rest of her clothes, leaving only a black bra and a lace thong.

I shifted my position slightly and lifted a corner of the blanket. Seeing this, my wife quickly lay down beside me. I heard her breathing was a little rapid, perhaps from nervousness.

After calming her breathing, she turned to her side, leaning her back against my chest, and grabbed my arm, wrapping it tightly around her chest. "Honey, hold me tight!" I held my wife tightly in my arms, breathing in the faint fragrance of her hair. At this moment, I felt very calm and at peace.

The two of them nestled together quietly. I broke the silence first: "Did you wash your hair at home? It smells so good.

" My wife replied softly, "Yes, I showered at home before coming here.

Honey, help me unhook my bra.

" I obediently helped my wife unhook her bra. She didn't get up, but simply took it off and placed it on the bedside table. By the moonlight, I looked at my wife's smooth back and couldn't help but reach out and stroke it back and forth. The tender texture was like silk.

I don't know if I tickled her, but she pinched me a little and turned over to lie flat. Her pair of round and full breasts came into view, with two cherry-like nipples standing erect on the tops of her breasts.

My wife pulled my hand over and pressed it against one of her full breasts. Before she could finish the word "husband," my lips were sealed by her soft lips, and her nimble tongue slipped in, instantly entwining with mine. Our lips met, our tongues swirling.

I kneaded her full breasts, soft and elastic to the touch. Her cherry-like nipples were now erect and hard, prompting me to occasionally rub them with my fingers.

At first, I was a little reserved. After all, we were in a hospital, and although it was evening, people still occasionally walked by in the corridor.

The sound of footsteps made me tense, and I instinctively wanted to look up at the door, but my wife held me tightly, greedily consuming my saliva.

It took a lot of effort to escape my wife's clutches and say, "Xiaohui, we're in a hospital room, won't someone come?" "I don't care, honey, I want it now.

" Before I could finish speaking, my wife flipped me over and pinned me to the bed. Because the bed was so small, I almost fell off. My wife, with me

beneath her, kissed my eyes, nose, and cheeks almost frantically, even licking my earlobe with her tongue, sending shivers down my spine. Her

smooth, fragrant tongue moved slowly down my body, across my chin and neck, circling my nipples twice before continuing its journey, quickly reaching my already erect penis. My wife

dipped her finger in the fluid secreted from the glans, looked at it in the moonlight outside the window, and then put her finger in her mouth, closing her eyes as if savoring a delicious treat.

My wife opened her eyes and smiled, saying, "Salty, hehe!" Her expression was incredibly provocative, and coupled with her full, round breasts, I, watching all this, had a confusing disorientation, unsure if the person in front of me was my wife or someone else.

The blankets had already been pulled back, and only Xiaohui was still wearing her small panties. In the moonlight, I could see the traces of my wife's tongue tracing my body.

I looked up at my wife, who was hovering before my penis, then glanced at the door, unsure whether I should stop her.

My fear of being discovered was slowly being overshadowed by a different kind of excitement. My heart was pounding, and my limbs seemed to have a mind of their own, only able to watch as my wife's passionate tongue licked my penis.

A tremendous pleasure began at the glans, wave after wave washing over all my senses, finally plunging me into a vortex of desire.

My wife gripped my throbbing, veiny penis, moving it up and down. Her tongue slowly slid down to my scrotum. Due to the continuous stimulation, my previously relaxed testicles had shrunk into a ball, leaving a layer of sticky saliva under her tongue.

My body shuddered violently, a surge of intense pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. Just then, my wife stopped all movement, slowly raising her head and asking, "Honey, is it good?" "Almost..." My wife pulled me back to reality, but my penis remained erect, the glans purplish from excessive engorgement, and the fluid from the urethral opening so much that some had dripped onto her hand.

My wife looked down at my penis, which was glaring at her, and smiled. "Hehe, don't be impatient!" she said, then used her tongue to clean the fluid from the glans and urethral opening.

The intense sensory stimulation made me want to get up and pin my wife down, but as soon as I straightened up, my wife pressed me back down onto the bed. "Honey, you're still a patient! Just lie down in bed!" Seeing me lie back down, my wife stood up again, straddling my waist, and slowly pulled down her only remaining garment, a thong.

Watching my wife's slow and graceful undressing, my eyes grew increasingly hazy, and I couldn't help but swallow.

My naked wife slowly sat on me, cupped my face, and kissed me. Her lower body involuntarily rubbed against my chest muscles. I could feel the itchy, tingling sensation of her pubic hair rubbing against my skin, and the slippery feeling of her vaginal secretions on my chest.

I heard my wife's soft moans in my ear: "Mmm...mmm...ah..." After a while, my wife seemed unsatisfied with this physical contact. She released my face from her embrace and brought her wet, glistening vulva to my lips.

I gazed at the alluring area so close to my face. The glossy black pubic hair, already soaked with my wife's fluids from the previous caresses, curled tightly to either side. Her delicate labia minora opened and closed with her breath, the clitoris swollen and engorged.

I extended my tongue, like an explorer discovering a new continent, filled with curiosity and a thirst for discovery, slowly probing the mysterious world guarded by her labia.

The moment it entered, a large amount of fluid flowed into my mouth. I didn't bother to savor it, swallowing it all whole before opening my mouth wide to cover it.

"Mmm..." my wife groaned, shifting her body to press my head beneath her, her hands gripping the wall as she began to wriggle.

My tongue rolled and churned inside her vagina, inching deeper and deeper. My nose struggled to breathe the slightly salty air through the pubic hair, while my hands reached for her two trembling, round breasts above.

"Ah...ah...mmm...husband...I feel so...good..." My wife moaned ecstatically, her body swaying more and more violently. Her already labored breathing became even more difficult, forcing me to hold my breath. But my mouth didn't stop; instead, it made me work even harder. I knew she was on the verge of climax.

"Uh..." With a long moan, my wife's body, which was pressing against my head, tensed suddenly, her vagina trembling uncontrollably. Then, a gush of hot fluid flowed from deep within, filling my mouth.

After her climax, my wife's body slowly softened, and she lay on top of me, panting heavily. I, too, because of the long breath I had just held, desperately inhaled the air thick with the scent of eroticism.

After I recovered, my wife gently kissed me, her slightly flushed cheeks now burning hot, as if still savoring the afterglow of her climax. I embraced her in return, my desire aroused even stronger by her touch, my penis throbbing slightly.

My wife seemed to sense my passion as well, lazily propping herself up and slowly sitting down, her hand on my penis.

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