The Twelve Green Hairpins - Part 5

Author: charubb,
posted on the forum on June 19, 2015
(original content, first published).
Declaration: 1. I wrote and published this series not for points, but for exchange and sharing. Of course, it would be great if the moderator could give more points.
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This series consists of 12 parts, one chapter featuring one female protagonist. Since she is cheating on her husband, let's call it "12 Green Hairpins." The events in each chapter are basically based on true events. To avoid acquaintances seeing this, some plot points in different chapters are staggered. Because it is written from the husband's perspective, some plot points are not shown and can only be imagined.
It should be noted that, for various reasons, the husband knows about his wife's affair but hasn't revealed it. He is in a state of wanting his wife to cheat on him but also not wanting her to. At least on the surface, they are both loyal. Of course, the husband also has many affairs outside the marriage. It was precisely because of my husband's attitude that these experiences and these writings came about.
《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 1: My Girlfriend's Sexual Affairs》, 《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 2: Internet Cafe》,
《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 3: Meeting an Old Classmate at the Mall》, 《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 4: A Colleague Who Owes Money》,
《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 5: Sexual Affairs in a Rented Apartment》,
《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 6: Sexuality of Pity》, 《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 7: The Lost Jade Pendant》, 《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 8: The Conquest of a Colleague》,
《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 9: Renovation Diary》, 《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 10: Three Spring Brees》,
《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 11: The Transaction》, 《Twelve Green Hairpins, Part 12: Wardrobe Malfunction》
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1. Peeping at Northeastern Women

I started masturbating when I was very young, and I still do it often now. The pleasure of fantasizing
far surpasses pleasure of actually having sex with a woman.

Moreover, my true sexual awakening came after many experiences.

For a long time, I had all sorts of sexual fantasies, but they were always just fantasies. I had
many opportunities to act on them, but I missed them because I wasn't aware of them, which I deeply regretted.

At the time these things happened, my wife and I were renting a place in a single-story house. I lived in two rooms, and the
other two rooms (the main room and the south-facing room) were rented out. Because the original landlord had gone out of town, we became sub-landlords.
That time, a young couple from Northeast China were living in the rented main room. They worked in our area, and the woman was quite pretty.

That afternoon, I came home from work and played games on the computer. After a while, I went to the bathroom.
As I walked through the main room, I heard the Northeastern woman pacing back and forth next door. I suddenly became curious and wondered
what she was doing.

There was a door between the two rooms. I looked closely; the top of the door was glass, covered with paper, but
there was still a hole. I looked through the hole and peeked into the other room.

Wow!

Honestly, this was the first time I'd ever seen someone else's wife change clothes. She was half-naked,
changing her coat. It was summer, and she was wearing a half-blouse over her bra, so you couldn't really see much, but I
was incredibly excited. My body was trembling, and my penis was hard.

The woman changed, looking left and right. Every movement she made made my heart pound; I was extremely excited.

After she finished changing, she went out to play, and I noticed a lot of fluid coming from her urethra.

I spied on her again at noon.

On the bed, the woman was only wearing underwear, and so was the man.

His penis was hard; he stroked it with one hand and played with the woman's breasts with the other, saying, "Wife, let's do
it! I really like that feeling!

" The woman was impatient: "Go away! It's too hot, I'm not in the mood."

Looking closely at the woman's breasts, they were full and firm, and the way the man rubbed them felt incredibly elastic.

Unfortunately, I didn't realize what a great resource this was at the time. I only spied on them twice. My main
focus was on the game and my fantasies; I didn't realize what a great opportunity this was.

What a lifelong regret!

2. Sex in the Mosquito Net

At that time, after work, I would stay in the west wing writing on the computer to earn some money to supplement my family's income.

At that time, the tenant living in my main room was a young man named Lin Ping, who worked as a driver for a company. His girlfriend was
a nurse , and because their schedules didn't match, she would only come to stay once a week.

I also tried to spy on them, but she came infrequently, and I wasn't always home
when . Even when I was home, they would draw the curtains tightly when she came, so I couldn't see anything. I only
overheard them talking once.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Man: Did you have an orgasm? I'm going to cum!

Woman: Go ahead and cum, as long as you're comfortable!

How touching.

The man earned more money and received more benefits from his workplace, sometimes sharing some with my wife. His girlfriend would also talk to
my wife about medical prevention, and they got along very well.

I'm a scholar; besides my job, I could only earn money by writing articles, and I didn't earn much in those years, not even enough to cover the electricity bill
. My three months' salary combined wasn't as high as his one month's salary.

I was busy in the small house until two or three in the morning every day, neglecting my wife. As I mentioned before, I was more
interested in fantasizing than actual intercourse. And I was very tired during that period, so I only had sex with my wife once every two weeks, and each time it only lasted a few minutes.
My wife wasn't very satisfied; I could sense it, although she didn't show it.

To be honest, I didn't want Lin Ping to live here! The reason is too embarrassing to say: when he was home alone
, he didn't draw the curtains when he slept, sleeping naked. And to get to the bathroom from our room, we had to pass his window,
and he slept late at night, sometimes forgetting to turn off the light.

It was obvious that when my wife passed by his window, whether intentionally or unintentionally, if she looked inside, she would
see his naked body. I think he did it intentionally too.

Once, I suggested to my wife that they leave.

After I agreed, she gave me a good scolding: "Who's so inconsiderate as to look into their bed? Were you
spying on them?"

I nodded.

Later, I realized I really shouldn't have brought it up. Perhaps it was my suggestion that reminded my wife of her own actions.
A very conservative woman would never look into someone's bed. In her mind, if the lights were on, the person
was definitely dressed and wouldn't be afraid to be seen. And I, in doing so, reminded her of that.

That weekend, it was raining. The rain finally stopped, but the thunder was still rumbling. I went to the toilet
to pee .

Suddenly, a clap of thunder, and at the same time, I heard a woman's "ah" sound. Upon closer listening, it was
continuous sometimes high, sometimes low. It must be sex.

Listening carefully, I realized it was coming from the tenant's room. Huh? Could it be Lin Ping's girlfriend?

I saw that his door and window were open. My curiosity was piqued, so I went to the window and looked inside.

Wow!

On the edge of the bed, the woman was lying on the edge, legs spread, and the man was shirtless, his shorts pulled down to his ankles,
his penis moving rapidly in and out between the woman's legs.

It seemed Lin Ping was really pent up; he hadn't even taken off his clothes or gotten into position before they started having sex. But this position
was quite exciting.

The woman lay on her back on the bed, her legs kicking wildly on the floor, her vulva positioned roughly
parallel to the edge of the bed.

The man held her upper body, his mouth pressed against hers.

The mosquito net had fallen down, completely covering their upper bodies, obscuring their forms, only revealing
the thrusting .

So exciting!

Looking again, it was still unprotected sex. I love this kind of unprotected sex with ejaculation inside.

I was so excited that I accidentally bumped the windowpane. Luckily, it was raining and thundering intermittently, but I
dared not look any longer and hurriedly slipped back to the west wing.

Sitting at the computer, I opened a pornographic film, watching and masturbating. Porn is never as stimulating as watching real people.
The woman's white thighs, the thrusting penis, and the scene... it looked like rape! It was incredibly
arousing ; they really knew how to have fun.

I suddenly remembered that I hadn't fucked my wife for almost three weeks. I looked outside; the rain seemed to have lessened. I
turned off the porn, calmed myself down, and let my penis soften before heading to the bedroom to have sex with my wife.

Just as I got up, I remembered something else. I dipped my penis into my water glass and washed the glans. This
was crucial; if my wife noticed the sticky feeling on my glans and asked about it, I wouldn't know what to say.

The drizzle continued. I went out the door and headed towards the bedroom. As I passed Lin Ping's window, I had to pretend to jog,
given the rain.

I peered inside; the battle was over. I was about three meters from the window, separated by a
screen , so I couldn't see clearly, but I could vaguely make out Lin Ping hanging a mosquito net.

I didn't see anyone else. Of course, the scene didn't allow me to look closely. Later, I realized
I wasn't really sure if there was someone else.

I returned to the bedroom. My wife, wearing a bodycon skirt, sat in front of the vanity mirror, wiping her face with a towel, combing her hair, and
breathing heavily.

Me: Why are you wet?

Wife: I just went to the bathroom and got a little wet.

I went over and hugged her, rubbing my genitals against her, saying, "Honey, I'm thinking about it."

At the same time, I touched her vagina.

I noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear. I felt a piece of toilet paper at the entrance of her vagina.

Me: Why are you holding a piece of toilet paper?

Wife: I'm having my period.

Disappointed, I walked back to the study. When I passed Lin Ping's room, it was empty; he had gone out.

In the afternoon, the sun came out.

I went for a walk on the street, and as I passed the trash can in my doorway, I glanced inside and
saw a sticky wad of toilet paper. My heart clenched. Was it snot? Or something else?

This incident became a thorn in my side.

If that woman was Lin Ping's girlfriend,

the suspicious thing was that I didn't hear her come back or go out.
She didn't come back until very late that day after I saw the room door locked.

If that woman was another woman Lin Ping was hooking up with, that was also possible.

I always thought the woman Lin Ping slept with was my wife. I both hoped it was true—how exciting!—and
even more so, I didn't want it to be true; I really didn't want to be cuckolded.

Later, I repeatedly recalled that day's events, replaying them over and over.

If it were my wife, everything made perfect sense: from Lin Ping's perspective, firstly, drivers are all lecherous, so Lin Ping
definitely had designs on my wife. Secondly, his deliberate act of sleeping naked with the lights on
was actually a temptation for my wife. Thirdly, he often gave my wife small gifts, which was a way of ingratiating himself,
exchanging small favors for bigger benefits.

From my perspective: firstly, my neglect of my wife and my physical weakness meant she was sexually
unsatisfied . Secondly, I earned little money, so my wife was definitely disappointed.

Judging from the scene that day, I deduced that it must have been their first time. Why? Back then, things weren't
as open as they are now.

They wouldn't do something like having sex next to their husbands. Because I could leave at any time, and Lin Ping's
girlfriend was also coming back that day; the exact time was uncertain, and we could run into each other at any moment.

Based on Lin Ping's and my wife's personalities, I think if that woman were my wife, the plausible scenario
would be:

My wife went to the bathroom that day, and just as she passed Lin Ping's door, it started raining
. She stood outside Lin Ping's room to take shelter from the rain.

Lin Ping would naturally greet her and talk to her. He would definitely notice that my wife was only wearing half a garment, and,
overcome with lust, drag her into the bedroom.

My wife would resist, but wouldn't dare to raise her voice, as it would be shameful. Or perhaps her mouth was gagged, or
maybe she was already implying something.

As for toilet paper, my wife often puts a piece of toilet paper under her crotch these days, and I can't find anything wrong with that
.

Actually, I had a good opportunity to verify that after my wife rejected me, I could have gone to
Lin Ping's room to see if there were two people there. Or, I could have found an opportunity to ask Lin Ping's girlfriend when she arrived.

Another opportunity was that instead of peeking through the window, I could have gone back to my room and
looked through the small hole in the door between the two rooms. First, I would have seen if it was my wife; if so, I would have caught them in the act. If not...
Yes, I was just about to enjoy a passionate show. Actually, this "what if" scenario was impossible; if it weren't my
wife, she would be home. That would be fine, at least there wouldn't be any future heartache or agonizing.

Unfortunately, life doesn't offer "what ifs."

Unfortunately, I didn't think that much back then, I didn't have any cuckolding thoughts, and I never imagined that
the scenarios in my sexual fantasies would actually happen to me.
Especially

since my wife is a rather strong-willed person. Rationally, I knew that woman couldn't possibly be my wife. It was only after I truly
developed the cuckolding mentality that I began to suspect something was amiss.

3. The Beginning of the Voyeurism

It must have been another year.

That night, around 10 pm, we finished showering, put down the mosquito net, and were about to go to sleep. Suddenly, we heard
footsteps .

My wife immediately turned off the light and whispered to me, "Someone's peeping!"

"What?!" I exclaimed in shock. "

There's someone in the village who likes to peep, and he's been caught and beaten up before. It must be him," my wife said. "

Damn it, I'm going to go see. I'll throw a brick at him."

I went to the back of the house and saw four bricks stacked together, piled up and then collapsed,
added by that person to increase the height. Yes, he wasn't very tall. There weren't any bricks there originally; they had
been moved from another house.

I stepped on them and looked through the window. Even through the screen and mosquito net, I could see everything on the bed
. Damn it! At least my wife was still wearing her underwear, so she hadn't lost too much of her virginity. I felt a pang of sadness.
The only consolation was that he had only just begun to look.

I went back inside and told my wife what had happened, adding that he hadn't seen me go out to check and that I should lie in wait for him.

I went out for a walk, and this walk led to another different kind of lewd act, which I'll
recount in my experience. I'll finish telling this story here.

After wandering through several alleys and not seeing him, I was about to go back when, as I passed a window, I suddenly
heard a woman scream.

I was startled, stunned, and then I realized what that sound was. I copied that guy's posture,
but since my shoulders were stronger, I leaned over the windowsill and peered inside.

It was a couple, around forty years old.

The woman was half-naked, lying on the bed, her bra pulled up over her breasts, legs spread wide and raised, her panties draped over
one foot. This half-naked, half-undressed scene was incredibly alluring.

A man was between her legs, holding her thighs, thrusting in and out.

Leaning on the windowsill like that was exhausting; no wonder that guy had to find bricks to stand on. I held on for less than two
minutes before getting down to relax my tense arms. When I leaned back on the windowsill, they had already finished.

Judging by the time, it was at most three to five minutes. Thinking back, there was no sound when I passed by.
I guessed the woman's scream was the man's first penetration of the night. If that was the case, that
guy's ejaculation was too short.

But back to the guy who was peeping at me.

The next day, my family thickened the curtains on both the front and back windows. Around 10 PM, I heard footsteps behind the house.
I looked around and realized I couldn't see anything, so I moved the footsteps to the front. Still, I couldn't see anything.

Later, during my nighttime walks, I encountered him once. And, what's more, his wife was quite ugly.
Despite this, I always wanted to spy on her, as a form of revenge. Unfortunately, his back windows were all bricked up
.

It's not always a matter of tit-for-tat.

I felt very unbalanced. The harm others inflict on you is often returned by others.
(To be continued)

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