Rescue me

My wife's elegant and dignified demeanor always captivates me. She's putting on her high heels at the door, bending over,
her round, pert buttocks reminding me that the money I spend on the gym every month hasn't been wasted. Last night, during sex, my penis
moved in and out of her luscious vulva, her red lips glistening with white saliva, the
way it slid in and out of her was incredibly lewd.
After putting on her heels, my wife, seeing my lecherous eyes staring at her, smiled smugly. She
looked in the mirror, straightened her uniform, and said, "Honey, I'm going on a business trip. Be good at home, and
remember to pick up Junjun from my mom's tonight."
I stood up and helped her with her luggage. My wife went to Beijing for a training conference at her bank. These days,
all sorts of strange training programs exist in every industry, and my wife has been attending them particularly frequently in the past year. She's been to Shanghai,
Beijing, Hong Kong, each lasting anywhere from a week to three days.
I hailed a taxi for her at the entrance of our apartment complex, and we gave each other a gentle hug and kiss. She pushed
me away, reluctant to let me go, and coaxed, "Be good! Wait for me at home, and I'll reward you when I get back!"
Then, she teasingly licked her lips. My anger flared immediately. This was
the signal for oral sex, something my wife only does for me on my birthday, our wedding anniversary, and other special occasions
.
After waving goodbye to my wife, I went across the street to buy a bowl of hot dry noodles. As I was carrying it home, I suddenly heard
a shout: "Brother Fang, Brother Fang!"
I turned around and saw Xiao Chen from our company, who was waving a file folder at me vigorously
.
He ran up to me, panting, and said, "Brother Fang... Brother Fang,
I forgot to bring Mr. Lu's... documents. He called me to ask you to bring them to the airport."
I frowned. "I'm on vacation today. Can't you go by yourself?"
Xiao Chen quickly made a pleading gesture. "Brother Fang, you're like a brother to me! You know, our team is doing an acceptance test today, and
I really can't leave! Please, brother, I'll take care of everything, okay?"
I took the documents and called my mother to tell her that I couldn't pick up my daughter from school for a while. My daughter
shouted loudly beside me that her father was untrustworthy and that she would never be friends with me again.
I drove and called the vice president. The vice president was very happy to hear this and told me to drive carefully, "Safety first."
I couldn't delay my boss's business, so I prioritized safety and drove as fast as I could, all the way to the airport. I
handed the documents to the vice president and then helped him board the plane.
Remembering that my wife was probably still waiting for her flight, I took out my phone and called her, intending to give her a little
surprise.
"Hey, honey, are you about to board?"
The call connected a little slowly. My wife laughed and said, "Not yet, I'm still waiting for the plane. Have you picked up Junjun
yet?"
I immediately became playful: "Yeah, Junjun was complaining to me about why her mom didn't come!"
My wife paused for a moment, her voice a little embarrassed: "Yes, I've been too busy
. I haven't spent time with our daughter in ages."
I laughed and said, "It's alright, it's alright. My wife is the main breadwinner in our family, so I have to do my best to provide logistical support
."
My wife spat: "Okay, that's enough. I'm with my colleagues!"
I walked towards the airport VIP lounge. My wife and I usually wait for our flights in the VIP lounge. She likes to
read a book on her Kindle and have a cup of coffee there.
I swiped my credit card and went inside. I looked around but didn't see my wife. I found a corner
to sit down, and just as I was about to call her again, I suddenly saw my wife
walking in arm-in-arm with a man in his forties who looked very successful. They were talking happily, and my wife even gave the
man a peck on the lips.
My mind went blank, and I subconsciously lowered my head. I don't know why I lowered my head.
My heart was pounding, and I felt like I couldn't hold my phone steady.
After a long while, I slowly raised my head and quietly glanced around. I found the two of them sitting not far from me
.
They were sitting facing each other, my wife with her back to me. They were holding hands tightly, and occasionally my wife would
act coquettishly towards the man, and he would affectionately pinch her cheek.
I leaned against the wall, took out my phone, and secretly snapped many pictures of them holding hands, kissing, and going through security
.
I sat in the car for a long time, unable to drive, until evening when I slowly started the car and drove home at the slowest speed
. Back home, I was no longer as spirited as before; I felt like I had aged five or six years.
I frantically searched the house for everything. My wife, a finance major, was known for her meticulousness and
had worked in the financial system for many years without a single mistake.
The house was ordinary; there was nothing there—no sexy lingerie I'd never seen before, and certainly no messy
diaries or anything like that.
I endured seven days of agonizing waiting. On the seventh day, I went to the airport to pick up my wife at the agreed time. My wife
was happy to see me. After getting in the car, she complained that I hadn't called much lately, then asked with concern if I
was too busy at work and if I was eating on time and taking care of myself.
I responded enthusiastically as always, but inwardly I was mocking her performance. She kissed me, and
when she realized I hadn't kissed her back, she paused for a moment. I explained that I was a little tired, and she nodded, smiling, saying that she
was thinking of giving me the "honeymoon" we agreed on before I left, but since I'm tired, forget it.
I really didn't feel like talking to her about that. The thought of this bitch probably having sex with that man for seven days while she was away on
a business trip, who knows how many times she'd had his penis in her mouth and how many times her vagina had been filled with his semen,
broke my heart.
For the past seven days, I've thought countless times about buying a plane ticket to the city where my wife claims to be having a meeting,
catching that adulterous couple in their hotel room, making a scene, and ruining the adulterer's reputation.
But, I still gave up in despair.
My wife noticed my low spirits; she took my hand, and I played Kim Tae-yeon's "Rescue Me."
In the car, this was one of my favorite songs these past few days.
When we got home, my wife started unpacking her suitcase. I secretly observed; there was nothing in it, perfectly
normal. Then she started taking off her clothes to shower. There weren't any marks on her body. When she saw me staring
at her, she shyly turned away. I went over and hugged her, and she giggled,
"Sweetie, I'm filthy, let me shower first, okay?"
My wife went into the shower, leaving her phone on the table. I nervously grabbed her phone and unlocked it.
The phone was clean too. The WeChat group was buzzing with discussions about the training content; the rest was about work, chatting with girlfriends about
shopping, cosmetics, clothes, and talking to real estate agents about houses…
houses!
I was stunned. We hadn't even considered buying a house!
I scrolled up, but there wasn't much valuable information. I clicked on the agent Xiao Dong's WeChat
Moments, scrolled through a few times, and stopped at one spot.
I clicked on it, and there was my wife and that man, smiling broadly, standing on either side of Xiao Dong. Xiao Dong
's post read: "Thank you, Sister Ling (my wife's name), for buying an apartment in XX New City, a 186-square-
meter duplex, for a total price of 6.8 million..."
I couldn't bear to look anymore. I slammed my phone back in its place, locked it, and left.
My wife bought such a large apartment, and I didn't know; my wife and that man were so intimate, and I
didn't know; how long my wife and that man had been together, and I didn't know; honestly, I didn't know how much money my wife had in her bank account
...
What did I know?
The water was dripping from the bathroom. I thought about how my wife sometimes asked to come home late. I know she's
busy with work, and most of the time when she's late, she really is working overtime. But now, I can't help but wonder
if she's on a date.
Whoosh, the door opened. My wife came out smiling, looked at me, and said, "Go take a shower! Remember to get thoroughly clean
!" I nodded and went inside to shower absentmindedly for a few minutes.
When I came out, my wife was looking at her phone. She was wearing a pink bathrobe, which made her fair skin
shine.
As soon as she saw me, she turned off her phone. I went over and, smiling, slipped my hand inside her bathrobe. She looked at me with desire
, and her nipples quickly hardened.
I pinched one of her nipples, and she flinched, saying, "You bad boy, that hurts!" I felt a surge of anger.
This time, I ignored her and pinched her other nipple.
My wife looked at me, looked up, kissed me, and said softly, "Something's been off with you today. Are you
unhappy? Let me help you, okay?"
As she spoke, she lifted my bathrobe, grasped my semi-erect penis, and slowly put it in her mouth.
My wife's technique is so-so, but I always feel a great sense of satisfaction and accomplishment when she gives me oral sex.
When I was fully erect, my wife released her mouth.
I didn't really want to continue, so I held her and lay down beside her. My wife looked at me suspiciously, and I stared at her.
She looked even more suspicious, but I just looked at her without saying a word.
After a while, her face suddenly turned pale, and I nodded.
I secretly admired my wife's intelligence; ever since I met her in college, she's possessed both beauty and brains . After we started working, she was always the best student in her class. 　　A large part of the credit for
being able to settle down in Jiangcheng, the provincial capital, and buy a house and a car, belongs to my wife. 　　My wife's mouth trembled, and I felt a pang of pity, so I reached out and took her hand. She 　　gripped my hand tightly , tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls. 　　I sighed and said, "Honey, we've been together since we were in school. I know I 　　must have saved the galaxy in my past life to be able to fall in love with you, marry you, and have our daughter, Junjun. I don't know much, 　　but I hope we can talk openly about this, okay?" 　　My wife nodded, softly saying sorry. 　　I showed her the photos I took at the airport, and her tears flowed even more. I slowly recounted what had happened that day, handing 　　her tissues. Her tears continued to flow, and then I turned on her phone. She seemed to want to stop 　　me, but then gave up. 　　I unlocked her phone; a WeChat chat window showed the message: "Little baby, are you home yet?" My wife 　　replied: "Big brother, I'm home. " 　　I sighed, suddenly feeling that everything I had done was meaningless. 　　My wife burst into tears: "Honey, honey, I know I was wrong, I'll never contact him again." 　　I gave her a cold look, closed the chat window, and showed 　　her photos from my agent Xiao Dong's WeChat Moments. 　　My wife didn't say anything, just cried. 　　I locked the phone and handed it to her. My wife shook her head, and I casually tossed the paper aside. "Xie Ling, 　　that's all I know. I didn't see you two having sex. For the past seven days, I've thought countless times about whether I should fly to your 　　city, but..." 　　My wife burst into tears, and I sighed. "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't." 　　My wife wiped her nose vigorously with a tissue and began to sob as she told me what had happened. 　　The man was the new general manager, with a powerful background and a high position. He was exceptionally good to my wife, and she 　　quickly realized his intentions. However, this man was very capable—rich, with plenty of free time, a high position, eloquent, humorous, and experienced 　　. It has to be said that with his guidance, my wife's performance 　　improved significantly, and her abilities became increasingly impressive. 　　What followed was a rather cliché story: one night at a dinner party, the man and my wife, fueled by alcohol, 　　became entangled in a hotel room. My wife said she had feelings for him, but not love; it was just 　　curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, and it led my wife to sleep with a man who wasn't her husband. 　　They maintained this relationship for over six months, and surprisingly, it remained a secret at the company. This was mainly because the man was mature and 　　reserved, and my wife was intelligent and cautious. Gossip spread about everyone at the company, but never about the two of them. 　　This time, it was purely by chance that I discovered their affair.

I don't know how much of the truth my wife told me. I asked her, "Do you want to divorce me and go see that man
?"
My wife gripped my hand in fear, shaking her head repeatedly.
I thought for a moment and continued, "Then what do you want?"
My wife hesitated. I asked, "Don't you want to separate from him?"
...
The next morning, my wife stood in the entryway, bending over to put on her high heels. Her pert buttocks, as always,
made me feel that my gym visits were worthwhile. My wife looked at me timidly. I smiled at her
and went over to hug her. Her somewhat timid demeanor softened.
I kissed her; her bright red lips had held my penis the night before, and I had
ejaculated the semen I'd accumulated over seven or eight days into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it all.
My wife waved goodbye, and I watched her leave our building and slowly walk out of the community gate. She walked
so beautifully; it's only natural that such a beautiful woman would be coveted.
My wife said we could move into the new house we bought; we could live in a bigger house, and Junjun could attend
the good school district attached to the bigger house.
My wife would also earn more and have a higher position at the company.
And all of this was just because that man in his forties with a powerful background occasionally played around with my
wife.
I was happy, and as I watched my wife walk out of the community window, tears streamed down my face.
My heart suddenly feels so empty. Kim Tae-yeon's "Rescue Me" keeps playing in my ears: "Standing still
, the show window is dazzling, I can't see you in the middle of my room."
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