Wife's confession of cheating

Foreword:
The following story is my wife's personal experience, which I've compiled to share with everyone. It's to better illustrate my wife's affair with that man. When I first found out, I was furious, but after some time, I came to terms with it. Emotionally, my wife loves me; it was just that my long-term neglect due to my focus on making money led to her infidelity. As a man, loving my wife means giving her happiness, and her happiness is my happiness. Even her affair has now become a spice in our sex life, stimulating our sexual desire and making our sex life more harmonious than ever. The details of my wife's affair with that scumbag, including her inner thoughts at the time, were told to me later, at my request, in multiple installments, sometimes before or during sex, each time leaving us exceptionally excited. Her phone contained many photos taken by Qin Dalong during their affair, all in extremely lewd poses, showing her private parts in various ways (close-ups of a penis penetrating her vagina, and close-ups of semen flowing from her vagina). Fortunately, none of them showed her face. I worriedly asked her if her lover had taken any photos showing her face, and she said absolutely not. Qin Dalong hadn't forced her to show her face, and she always made sure to cover it. I wanted to keep these photos, but she deleted them all later, which was a bit of a shame! I once asked her if she had ever swallowed her lover's semen, and she later told the truth: she had actually swallowed it at Qin Dalong's insistence when she was giving him oral sex in the stairwell. Now, because my wife wronged me in the past, she's more gentle and compliant than before, even to the point of being completely obedient. She even encourages me to sleep with other women, saying I can bring them home, and she wouldn't mind even having a threesome. However, I don't want to bring strange women home, so I haven't done it yet. I can say I'm much freer than before. I don't need to lie to women outside; I can just say it directly. I guess this is a blessing in disguise!
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My wife's name is Zhao Xiaoli (pseudonym), she's thirty-four years old this year, and has an ordinary but happy family—a loving husband and an adorable son. Before she turned thirty-four, my wife's life was lucky and uneventful. She was born into a traditional family and has always been a traditional woman. An only child, her parents are both state-owned enterprise cadres, and she was pampered and disciplined from a young age. Therefore, she has always been well-behaved in life and work, never having any improper thoughts. My wife also had a beautiful first love, sacrificing her most precious youthful qualities, but this couldn't prevent them from parting ways after graduating from university. Later, I appeared in my wife's life, and she fell in love with me, leading to marriage and children.
I have a technical background, am tall and handsome, and quite talented. I co-founded an IT company with some friends, and the income was quite good. Most importantly, I love my wife very much and am very considerate of her, and of course, she loves me too. My wife has a husband that many women envy and resent, a fact that makes her feel proud and content whenever she thinks about it. However, I'm usually busy with my career and often travel for work, so I don't spend much time with her, which makes her feel lonely from time to time. But she's still content; she knows she can't ask for too much from God. Actually, over the years, many men have admired her and even pursued her, but she's remained unmoved. In her eyes, her husband is the most outstanding man, and family is her most important haven.
This peaceful and uneventful life was simple and fulfilling for a woman like my wife. She thought she would live like this with her husband for the rest of her life, but then she met a man who drastically changed her life.
My wife works as an investment advisor at a financial company in the city, and that man was one of her clients, named Qin Dalong, a private business owner in the provincial capital. He was in his forties, 1.85 meters tall, a large and muscular man with a shaved head, a rough appearance, and tattoos on both arms—clearly a nouveau riche who had made his way up in society. Due to business dealings, Qin Dalong frequently treated his wife's colleagues in the financial department to meals in the city, and she often participated. He was very generous, so his wife's colleagues had a good impression of him.
As time went on, his wife noticed that Qin Dalong treated her exceptionally well. Not only did he buy financial products from her, but he also introduced some of his friends to become her clients. With her beautiful figure and pretty face, his wife was seen as a charming and mature woman. His wife thought that Qin Dalong was attracted to her beauty! But it wasn't his fault; what normal man wouldn't want to be near a beautiful woman
? To express her gratitude, his wife treated Qin Dalong to meals, but he treated her more often. Originally, his wife didn't have a good impression of this kind of nouveau riche, but because he was a major client, and to meet her sales targets, she couldn't refuse. Over time, his wife discovered that besides being worldly-wise, this man had some merits, such as being eloquent and humorous. She gradually changed her opinion of him.
During their interactions, he would occasionally give her small gifts. When she refused, he would say, "Xiaoli, you've introduced me to so many good projects, can't I at least thank you? Please accept the sincere sentiments of a man!"
Looking into his sincere eyes, his wife couldn't find a reason to refuse. To be honest, Qin Dalong was very good at pleasing women; he understood the needs of a woman, especially a married one. Sometimes, his wife would involuntarily think of him, because his busy career inevitably led to neglect, leaving her feeling empty and lonely. Although she could accept a simple life, what woman likes such emptiness and loneliness? She also knew that too much contact with someone like Qin Dalong was dangerous. She told herself that he was, after all, her client, and closer contact would help her promote her business. As long as she maintained her bottom line and never crossed the line, nothing would happen. Moreover, compared to my husband, Qin Dalong, aside from being rich, paled in comparison in every way—looks, temperament, and education. How could my wife possibly have been attracted to him at that time? She had no idea that this very thought was pushing her step by step into an abyss of no return.
This summer, the company launched a new investment project. My wife contacted Qin Dalong, who was in the provincial capital. He said on the phone, "Come over! I'll treat you to dinner, and we can talk in person." Although this was a small matter that didn't require a face-to-face meeting—it could have been handled over the phone or online—and my wife didn't want to travel to the provincial capital alone to meet him, considering that other colleagues in the company also wanted to do business with him, she inexplicably decided to go.
Upon arriving in the provincial capital, my wife went to her hotel first, and then notified Qin Dalong to come pick her up. My wife applied a light layer of makeup and changed into a sleeveless, low-cut, tight-fitting short dress, revealing a glimpse of her alluring cleavage and a pair of full, long, shapely legs. Her wavy long hair framed her delicate face, creating the image of a beautiful and sexy mature woman. Looking at her tall, graceful figure, her proud breasts, and her exposed cleavage in the mirror, my wife felt conflicted. Should she really dress like this to see him? She convinced herself, "I'm not trying to seduce him. In this day and age, there are plenty of women with good figures who dare to dress revealingly. I'm not going too far. I'm just appropriately showcasing my charm to my client, hoping to please him and encourage his support of my work. I know what I should and shouldn't do, and I'll handle everything well."
When my wife met Qin Dalong in the hotel lobby, who had arrived as promised, she noticed a glint in his eyes—a hint of admiration for my striking appearance. He handed her a vibrant rose, a gesture that caught her slightly off guard. In that moment of surprise, he smiled and said, "Take it! It suits you perfectly." She took it, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart. How long had it been since her husband had given her flowers? Regardless of Qin Dalong's motives, he was right; this beautiful flower suited her perfectly. Afterwards, Qin Dalong lavishly entertained my wife, taking her to a top-tier restaurant. Throughout the meal, he took great care of her; it was unexpected that this seemingly rough man had such a tender side. His attentiveness deepened my wife's affection for him. Just as my wife was about to take out some documents from her bag to discuss business, he stopped her, saying, "Don't waste such a beautiful evening. Come to my company tomorrow morning, okay?" My wife had no choice but to give up. "You're so beautiful!" he said, chewing while staring at his wife. It had been a long time since he'd said such things to her or looked at her like that. His wife's heart skipped a beat. She didn't find his words abrupt; instead, she felt flattered and chuckled, "Beautiful? I'm almost an old woman." "No, not at all," Qin Dalong replied. "In my eyes, you're in the prime of a woman's life, like this fine wine, with the mellow aroma of age. Those young girls can't compare to you." His wife couldn't believe that Qin Dalong, with his rough exterior, could utter such captivating words. Although his words contained a hint of flirtation, how could a woman's vanity be resisted by a man's praise, especially for a woman like his wife whose youth had faded? At this moment, a woman feeling emotionally empty was most likely to lower her defenses. Under his persuasion, she drank quite a lot of wine, something she hadn't done before.
After dinner, Qin Dalong drove his wife back to her hotel. Just as his wife was about to say goodbye, he said to her, "Can I come upstairs for a bit?" Hearing this, his wife felt a pang of panic. Seeing her hesitation, he continued, "I suddenly remembered I have something else to do tomorrow morning, and I wanted to take this opportunity to talk to you about investments, if you don't mind..." Seeing his serious demeanor, his wife thought, "He's always been quite respectful to me; maybe I'm overthinking it!" She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her face slightly flushed, and agreed. Little did she know, this step she took was like stepping into the gates of hell. Once in the room, his wife took out information about the company's newly launched financial products and explained them to him one by one. He listened attentively and even asked a few questions. At that moment, his wife still thought, "Our relationship is always within the proper and professional boundaries."
Just when his wife thought things were about to end, he suddenly pulled her into his arms, kissing her face and murmuring, "Xiaoli, I love you. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you..." From the moment his wife decided to come to the provincial capital, she had never considered sleeping with him. His actions terrified her. In her panic, she pushed him away, angrily shouting, "What are you doing? Let me go..." He didn't stop; instead, he intensified his assault. In the ensuing struggle, they fell onto the bed, his massive body pressing down on her, rendering her immobile. He kissed her while caressing her body, lifting her skirt to her waist, revealing her underwear and bare thighs. Besides anger and fear, his wife found herself struggling to control herself. "No... don't do this. I have a husband and children, don't..." she murmured, desperately trying to avoid his lips, pushing him away with all her might. "You're so alluring, Xiaoli, I really love you..." he breathed, his hand tracing the inside of her thigh to her private parts. Just then, my wife almost stopped resisting. Perhaps because I'd been away on business for a while, and my wife, in the prime of her life, hadn't had sex in a long time, coupled with the effects of alcohol, her defenses crumbled. He seized this rare opportunity, quickly pulling down her panties and placing his thigh between her legs, preventing her from closing them. Her most private parts, which could only be exposed to me, were completely exposed. Unable to struggle under his control, my wife could only free her hand to slap him, angrily cursing, "You bastard, let me go..." He still didn't stop, unbuckling his belt and zipper with one hand, pulling down his trousers along with his underwear. My wife saw his astonishingly large, incredibly erect penis, much larger than mine. My wife's heart pounded, as if it were about to leap out of her chest, and she could only close her eyes, awaiting her fate. Soon, his large, hard glans pressed against his wife's labia and penetrated her until it was completely filled. The hard, full feeling inside her vagina made his wife sadly realize that she was no longer a faithful woman, no longer a virtuous wife and loving mother. Then, her mind went blank. He lay on top of her and thrust deeper, slowly at first, then faster… He kissed her lips again, but she pulled away in disgust. During this process, his wife slowly began to feel physical pleasure, and this pleasure grew stronger with each thrust. His wife felt ashamed and helpless about her physical reaction. She tried hard to suppress her moans, but pleasurable sounds still escaped her lips. He grinned wickedly and said to her, "If you want to moan, just moan! Don't hold back." His wife ignored him, her heart filled with contempt and resentment. Only then did she realize he wasn't wearing a condom, and she murmured in his ear, "Don't ejaculate inside…" Although his wife had an IUD inserted after giving birth to their son, she didn't want another man's semen to defile the depths that belonged only to her husband. He didn't speak, only silently continued his actions, lifting his upper body and pulling off his t-shirt to reveal strong, muscular muscles and a thick patch of body hair. His wife felt dizzy... He leaned down and kissed her again, forcefully prying open her lips. She involuntarily returned his kiss. Suddenly, she realized she was clinging tightly to him, even twisting her lower body to match his movements, which made her feel utterly ashamed. He finally ejaculated inside her. She felt a surge of hot, molten liquid spray onto her cervix, scalding the walls of her vagina. A warm current seemed to burst forth from deep within her. Yes, she had actually orgasmed. She hated herself for being so weak.
Afterwards, his wife shoved him away, coldly saying, "You finally succeeded." She then went into the bathroom, took off her crumpled, tight-fitting short dress, unhooked her bra, and stood naked under the showerhead, turning on the water to let the warm water wash over her body. "Oh my god! What have I done?" his wife thought, her mood sinking with remorse. He appeared in the bathroom, naked and muscular; his wife had forgotten to lock the door when she came in. "Damn it!" she cursed inwardly. He approached her, saying, "Let me help you," and began applying shower gel. "No need, get out," his wife said irritably, stubbornly refusing him. He ignored her and continued applying the shower gel. His wife, unable to resist, had no choice but to let him. He carefully washed her entire body and the residue left from their intimate area. "Why me? You're so rich; all the girls at the company would love for you to seduce them," his wife asked listlessly, letting him do as he pleased. As he washed me, he replied, "Well, I like mature, gentle, and understanding women. Someone like you is especially good." His hands warmed my wife's body again. He took the showerhead and rinsed the soap off her body, then carried her to the sink. Standing in front of her, he leaned forward, his hands on the sink, close to her, staring at her and saying, "You're really charming, Li. I was captivated by you the first time I saw you." He embraced her and kissed her, his newly erect penis rubbing against her pubic hair. My wife was amazed that he could regain his virility in such a short time. He aroused her desire again, and she returned his kiss, staring at him with drunken eyes and asking, "Do you love me?" My wife desperately wanted to know this. Although she had gone against her will to have sex with a man she didn't love, she was even more unwilling to let a man who didn't love her possess her body. He didn't answer his wife, but lowered his head to explore her breasts, sucking on each nipple in turn, then continued downwards, reaching between her legs. His tongue traced patterns on her vulva, skillfully teasing her clitoris. His wife melted like ice cream under the summer sun, murmuring dreamily, "I want you..." Yes, even though he hadn't said he loved her, she wanted him now. He stood up and asked, "What do you want?" His wife stared at him, "Fuck me..." He smiled slightly, a wicked smile, and his large penis entered her. Her moans echoed again in the small bathroom space... After another climax, he didn't ejaculate, but picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom, his penis still inside her. Back on the bed, they made love for a while longer, still intoxicatingly beautiful. He remained steadfast, withdrawing to begin foreplay again, his lips, tongue, and hands roaming over her entire body. His caresses were skillful, clearly those of a seasoned lover, adept at arousing a woman's body. His wife seemed to be opened layer by layer until she was completely aroused. While his hands moved over her body, he murmured praises, "Li, your body is so beautiful, simply a work of art..." Only when his wife's body could no longer endure did he thrust in again, penetrating deeply... His wife had to admit that his sexual prowess far surpassed hers; in today's internet parlance, he was well-endowed and skilled, bringing her to ecstasy and a level of pleasure and satisfaction she had never experienced with me in over ten years. Her uncontrollable moans echoed in the room; I guessed that if anyone were in the next room, they would have heard her unrestrained moans. After ejaculating, he didn't stop immediately, but instead gently caressed her body with his magical hand. It was then that his wife realized how essential this final step was for a woman. She guessed that apart from experts like him, many men, including myself, wouldn't know this technique, allowing her to slowly descend into the afterglow of her orgasm.
Qin Dalong's wife refused his request to stay the night, practically kicking him out. After he left, she felt sad and regretful about what had happened. She questioned herself, wondering if she was a promiscuous woman. Before this, she had never considered having an affair, and she had always believed she wasn't a woman who could separate love and sex. Yet, she couldn't resist the temptation and slept with him, simply because she couldn't control her desires. She threw herself into the bathtub, washing her body again and again, tears streaming down her face, trying to erase the traces of her infidelity, until she was exhausted, curled up in the tub, and cried out. After returning to her city, she forced herself to stop thinking about Qin Dalong and stop contacting him, treating it as a chance encounter. She couldn't let it develop into a long-term affair, for her family, for her loving husband, and for herself. But how easy was that! When a woman's sexual horizons are opened to a whole new world, it's like opening Pandora's box; unpredictable dangers will follow.
For a while after that, Qin Dalong never came to his wife's company again, nor did he contact her. He even had his business handled by her colleagues. His wife guessed he just wanted to have a fling with her; it was nothing more than a one-night stand. Thinking this, she felt genuinely relieved, perhaps the matter was over, but also felt a slight sense of loss. She continued to be a devoted wife and mother, trying to forget that unpleasant night. Just when she thought life would continue on its usual path, unaffected by the affair, Qin Dalong re-entered her life.
About a month after returning from the provincial capital, his wife suddenly received a call from Qin Dalong. He told her he would be coming over that weekend and wanted to meet her. His wife struggled to suppress her turbulent emotions, pretending to be calm, and told him that that night was just an accident, and they shouldn't see each other again. Qin Dalong's wicked laughter came from the other end of the phone. He said, "Xiaoli, you can betray anyone, anything, but you can't betray your own heart... I'll contact you." He hung up, giving his wife no chance to retaliate. Replaying the events of that day at the provincial capital hotel in her mind, and Qin Dalong's words, she knew this was no longer a simple affair; her wife was sliding towards danger. A sense of fear gripped her. A thirty-four-year-old woman, past the age of budding romance, with a respectable job and a happy family, was facing a deadly temptation, one she felt powerless to resist. What was it about this man, so different from her gentle husband, that made her so confused? Was it his extraordinary sexual prowess, or his wicked aura? She couldn't say, or perhaps both. Instinctively, she dialed my number. I was out of town on a business trip.
"Hello...wife," came the familiar voice on the other end.
"I..." she suddenly didn't know what to say.
"Oh, what's up?"
"I wanted to ask how long you'll be back."
"Just this? I thought something had happened! Didn't I already tell you? At least until the beginning of next month." My tone was light on the phone, unaware of the torment my wife was going through.
"...Oh, can't it be sooner? I...miss you." After a moment's hesitation, my wife said this, her most desperate attempt.
She was almost about to tell me about her affair with Qin Dalong, but ultimately lacked the courage. She could easily imagine the devastation I would feel if I found out my beloved wife had cheated on me with another man. This was what my wife later told me about her thoughts at the time:
"That's strange, you're never like this before. What happened?"
"Oh, no, I watched a movie last night, and I was just thinking about you." My wife lied.
"Was it that kind of movie?" I teased on the other end.
"You're just thinking about that, no!" For some reason, Qin Dalong's image popped into my wife's mind. She tried to urge herself on, saying into the phone,
"I just miss you. Can you come back as soon as possible?"
I laughed and said, "I miss you too, honey... Let's talk about it tonight! I'm at someone's company, about to have a meeting, that's all for now."
Hearing the dial tone, my wife felt a pang of disappointment. In the instant she hung up, her mind was in turmoil. That night, she waited for my call, even seeing it as a test of fate. If I called, she would plead with me to come back immediately. But because I'd had too much to drink with a client that night, I didn't call, and my wife spent a long, sleepless night. Was this another twist of fate? Sometimes my wife believed in destiny. Thursday arrived, and Qin Dalong called again, saying he'd be coming to the city in the next couple of days. My wife was silent for a moment, and he waited in silence as well. She seemed to sense the confident smile on the other end of the line. Suddenly, her stubborn nature erupted: "No, I won't see you, absolutely not!" There was silence on the other end. He didn't try to tempt me further and hung up. My wife seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she felt an indescribable feeling. This was her final act of resistance, and she was grateful she still had that courage.
On Saturday, our son went to his parents' house. The wife thought the matter was over, and this lonely, haggard woman could only pass the time by shopping. While she was shopping, her phone suddenly rang. She looked and saw it was Qin Dalong calling. "I'm here, where are you?" Hearing his voice, her heart pounded. Although she had forced herself not to think about him these past few days, she couldn't help but wonder if he would come, and what she would do if he did. She said, "I'm out shopping."
"Are you with your husband?"
"No, he's on a business trip."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it. She didn't understand why she had told him that.
"Okay, come over now, I'll send you the address." His tone left no room for argument. She wanted to say something, but there was no chance; he had already hung up. Soon, she received the address from Qin Dalong on her phone—Building xx, xx, xx Community, his residence in the city. At that moment, she felt like she was lost in a boundless sea, completely clueless about what to do. She wandered aimlessly through the mall, not knowing which way to go. "Maybe I should go see him and tell him clearly that I won't see him again, so he won't keep bothering me." The wife tried to convince herself. Strangely enough, this dangerous thought flashed through her mind at that moment, and so, without thinking, she moved to the mall parking lot and drove straight to Qin Dalong's apartment complex. While waiting for the elevator, the wife subconsciously glanced at herself in the wall mirror. That day, she happened to be wearing a high-necked, tight-fitting t-shirt and low-waisted jeans, which accentuated her tall, slender, and shapely figure, making her curves even more alluring and shapely. Her high, firm breasts seemed about to burst out, and a glimpse of her slender waist was visible. The wife in the mirror looked so sexy and alluring that she began to feel a little annoyed that she had worn such an outfit to see that person. The wife walked with difficulty to the door, trying to suppress her pounding heart, and pressed the doorbell. The door opened, and Qin Dalong's tall and strong figure appeared before her. He was shirtless, wearing only a towel around his waist. His strong, dark muscles and the continuous hair on his chest and abdomen exuded a strong masculine aura, tempting his wife.
"You're here. I knew you'd come," he said, his familiar wicked smile still there, his eyes full of mockery and pride, like a hunter eyeing his inescapable prey. A voice echoed in his wife's heart: Zhao Xiaoli, get out of here quickly. But it was too late. He pulled her into the house. As the door closed behind her, it felt like her escape route was cut off. His wife's heart sank to the bottom of the sea. "I came here just to tell you..." she tried to say the words she had repeatedly recited on the way here, but she was cut off halfway through her sentence by his lips. The rest of what she wanted to say was, we can't go on like this. I don't want to betray my husband. But she had no chance. Qin Dalong held his wife tightly, his lips pressing against hers without warning. His wife struggled to turn her head, trying to avoid his kisses, pushing against his mountain-like body with her hands, but he held her firmly in his mouth.
When his tongue pried open her lips, she involuntarily responded, their bodies intertwining. They kissed passionately, her hands, which had initially resisted, now wrapped around his neck. She suckled at him fervently, accepting his kisses, like two animals locked in a passionate embrace. Only then did she realize how much she needed him, though she didn't want to admit it. She nestled in his broad, strong arms, her body limp, her private parts involuntarily wet. After kissing for a while, he released her. "Don't say anything, go take a shower, relax." His words seemed to possess a magical power, leaving her powerless to resist.
"No..." she uttered weakly, trying to put up a final resistance, but it was futile. He grinned mischievously and began to remove her tight-fitting t-shirt. At that moment, his wife had a thousand, ten thousand reasons to push him away and slap him. But she didn't move; her body betrayed her reason. She murmured, "Don't do this, I love my husband so much..." Yet she raised her hands, cooperating with him to remove her t-shirt, revealing a lace bra and her fair skin. His hands reached behind her back, expertly finding the bra clasp and unhooking it. His wife could imagine that he had removed bras for countless women, married and unmarried; she was just one of his many prey.
"No, no... I can't betray my husband..." she murmured, but still let him remove her bra. Her full, round breasts sprang out. He then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pulling them down, and began to remove her only remaining garment: underwear. He methodically stripped her naked, and she had no strength to resist. She hated his shamelessness, and even more, she hated her own powerlessness and weakness. As he pulled his wife's panties down to her ankles, she kept saying, "No, don't..." but then lifted her legs one after the other, forcing him to completely remove the panties from her body.
Now, her beautiful, sexy body was completely naked before him, filling her with shame yet overwhelming passion. Qin Dalong played with his wife's thick pubic hair, his fingertips tracing her gradually erect clitoris. His wife couldn't bear it and pushed his hands away. He smiled again, pushed her into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water pour over her body. At that moment, his wife seemed liberated, oblivious to everything else. Yes, even though the outcome was completely opposite to her initial reason for coming here to see him, for her at this moment, it was a kind of liberation. His wife knew she could no longer resist. Whatever! It's not the first time anyway. After today, I will never see him again, never! He applied shower gel to his wife, starting with her breasts. His wife closed her eyes, enjoying his caresses, her nipples quietly hardening in his palm. He had removed the towel, and she felt something hard pressing against her lower body, involuntarily grasping and stroking it. He caressed every inch of her skin, every part, including her vulva and anus. Every place his hands touched sent shivers down her spine.
His wife and he kissed passionately once more, only separating after a long while. He gently pressed his wife's body down, signaling her to perform oral sex on him. His wife complied, kneeling before him and sucking on his rock-hard penis, stroke by stroke… His wife thought she had completely fallen. During this process, he looked down at his wife, making her feel both ashamed and incredibly excited, her vaginal fluids flowing more and more. He lifted his wife's body so her back was to him, his enormous penis exceptionally erect, the glans rubbing against her buttocks. His wife gripped the wall with both hands, desperately thrusting her hips, impatiently searching for the beast behind her. But he seemed to be deliberately teasing her, stepping back slightly, causing her buttocks to arch high, anticipating his penetration. At this moment, his wife could feel his mocking and satisfied smile, but she couldn't control herself. His wife cried out shamelessly, "Fuck me, please…" Hearing his wife's pleas, he finally inserted his incredibly hard penis into her vagina. His wife, feeling an overwhelming fullness inside her vagina, shed tears of pain. He thrust slowly, gradually bringing her to a climax, occasionally turning her face to kiss her, his hand stroking her clitoris. His wife, at this point, had completely forgotten her purpose for being there, responding to his kisses and thrusts. He went faster and faster, the sounds of their impact mingling with his wife's excited moans, echoing in the bathroom… He easily brought his wife to orgasm, but he didn't ejaculate. He then led his wife to the bedroom and onto the bed, where he performed oral sex on her, his tongue sweeping across her vagina and anus. Before he could penetrate her again, she reached another climax... He knelt between her open legs, holding her knees and thrusting rapidly inside her. With each movement, her full, snow-white body trembled, her ample breasts swaying back and forth until she reached another climax...
After their first time, during their break, they talked a lot. His wife asked him why he hadn't contacted her since that night in the provincial capital. He played with her breasts and smiled, "I wanted to give you some time to think about whether you want to continue with me. I never force myself on women." His wife understood he was using a strategy of playing hard to get, but she foolishly fell into his trap. His wife asked, "Have you been with many women?" He took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a string of smoke rings that slowly rose to the ceiling and disappeared completely. He said, "Li, don't ask that. As long as you're willing to be with me, I can give you whatever you want, and that's enough." When talking about this meeting, Qin Dalong said very seriously, "Do you know why you didn't reject me? It's because subconsciously you're already tired of a mundane life..."
"No, I can be content with a mundane life," his wife interrupted him, trying to argue.
"Don't be stubborn, Xiaoli, this is the real you. You know, you're a naturally wanton woman, needing a man like me to give you pleasure and satisfaction. In other words, our being together is fate's arrangement, inescapable..." His words left his wife speechless. His wife thought that perhaps, as he said, she was indeed that kind of woman. The reserved Zhao Xiaoli of the past was just an act; in front of him, his wife's true colors were revealed. He hugged his wife tightly, softly calling her name, "Li, you are a beauty, the sexiest woman I've ever seen. You are destined to be mine. Let your body and soul enjoy the most passionate sex!" His breath and his gentle voice melted his wife's heart, and a voice in her heart said, "Yes, Zhao Xiaoli, this is your destiny..."
His penis once again plunged deep into his wife's body, pushing her into an abyss of pleasure and confusion... For seven or eight hours from that afternoon until evening, they were naked and entangled together, making love except when resting. They made love four times, trying every position and posture. The endless pleasure, wave after wave of orgasms, made his wife feel like she was dying and coming back to life, experiencing a great pleasure she had never received from him. Once, his wife knelt on the bed, shamelessly raising her full buttocks, letting Qin Dalong thrust into her from behind. At the same time, he kept slapping his wife's buttocks with his palms as he thrust in and out, making a slapping sound. Each thrust and slap aroused even louder moans from my wife. When she saw her own lewd state in the mirror on the dressing table, she was surprised at herself, wondering when she had become so wanton. The thought that I was working hard in another city while she was here making love with a vulgar, ugly man filled her with guilt and shame, yet it only fueled her excitement.
They barely left the bed, even holding his penis while sleeping. The release of the pent-up frustration from over a decade of mundane marriage was terrifying. My wife couldn't tell if she liked his large penis or had succumbed to her so-called fate
. Since I wouldn't be back until early next month, my wife kept meeting with Qin Dalong, completely breaking her vow never to see him again. He became the dark king in her life, irresistible to her. To make it easier to have affairs with him, she even entrusted the children to my mother's care, citing work as an excuse. Those days, my wife was somewhat frantic, her mind filled with thoughts of meeting and making love with him, completely consumed by passion. The night before I returned, my wife stayed at Qin Dalong's place. As dawn approached, he brought her to another peak of ecstasy. During her orgasm, she cried out wildly, "Do you love me? Do you really love me?" She asked this only to find a reason to allow him to ravage her, seeking solace for her soul. He remained silent, a conqueror's smile on his face.
From then on, my wife officially became Qin Dalong's mistress. He frequently found opportunities to come to our city (very close to the provincial capital, only a two-hour drive by highway), or he would come without any reason, staying for a day or two. Whenever he came, my wife was always at his beck and call, finding various opportunities to have illicit affairs with him behind my back. Since I was either on business trips or busy at the company, as long as it was during the day, my wife didn't even need to lie to me. She could slip out of her company at any time to meet with Qin Dalong, sometimes even using business as an excuse not to go to the company at all. On many mornings after Qin Dalong's arrival, my wife would rush to drop our son off at school faster than usual after I left for work, then speed to Qin Dalong's home in the city. As soon as they entered, they would eagerly kiss and entwine, their breaths rising and falling as they moved towards the bedroom, trembling as they undressed each other, tossing their clothes onto the sofa, dressing table, and floor, until they were both naked and lying on the bed. My wife would even impatiently try to force his penis into her vagina, and the room would be filled with her wanton moans… On these days, my wife would often spend the entire day with him in the room, making love—sleeping—and then making love again, in a repetitive cycle, living a life of blissful oblivion in each climax. Meanwhile, I would be at the company, in meetings with my subordinates or negotiating with clients. On many afternoons, my wife would get out of Qin Dalong's bed, get dressed, and rush to pick up our son from school. One time, his wife overslept in Qin Dalong's arms. When she woke up, she realized it was well past school dismissal time. She cursed herself inwardly as she rushed to the school. When her son, who had been waiting for a long time, threw himself into her arms and wailed, his wife felt heartbroken with guilt.
One moment she was a complete slut, the next a devoted wife and mother. She constantly switched between these two drastically different roles, almost tearing her personality apart, causing her immense pain. Yet, the allure of sex kept her deeply immersed and enjoying it. Sometimes, when Qin Dalong wasn't there, she would even contact him on WeChat, where he would tease her. "Baby, is your pussy itchy again?"
"Mmm," she would reply.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes..."
"What do you want? Say it."
"I want...I want your big dick to fuck me..."
Seeing his wife's lewd words, he smiled with satisfaction. "Wait for me, baby, I'll be fucking you soon." Just a few words were enough to soak his wife's panties, anticipating his arrival, yearning for his cock to penetrate her vagina and thrust hard. At that moment, his wife sadly realized that he was her master, and what he used to control her was the sex that made her unable to extricate herself.
My wife knew that my relationship with Qin Dalong was purely physical; he had a wife and several mistresses, while she still loved her husband. However, my love couldn't stop her from frequently meeting with Qin Dalong. Every time she came to his room, they made love passionately. He especially enjoyed oral sex from her. One afternoon, my wife left work early to go to the supermarket and buy groceries, preparing a sumptuous dinner for me. That day, I unusually had to go home for dinner; we agreed that I would pick up our son from school while my wife went grocery shopping.
My wife received a call from Qin Dalong, who said he was in City C and wanted her to come to his house. My wife told him on the phone, "I'm afraid I can't today; I have to go back and cook for my husband." Qin Dalong chuckled mockingly, "Is that so? What a virtuous wife! Your husband is so lucky to have such a virtuous wife!" His words made my wife feel utterly ashamed.
“How about this? You just come over, it'll only be a few words, and I have a gift for you.”
“How about tomorrow?”
“I have to get back to the provincial capital first thing tomorrow morning, come on!” His wife checked the time, figured they could still make it, and agreed. She drove to Qin Dalong's apartment complex, went upstairs, and rang the doorbell. Qin Dalong opened the door and appeared at the entrance, saying to his wife, “What bad luck, the cleaning lady is inside.” His wife was a little annoyed and said irritably, “Then why did you call me here and waste my time?” He pulled his wife to the corner of the stairs and smiled, “Haven’t seen you for days, missed you!” He then pulled a small, exquisite box from his pocket, took out a platinum necklace, and said to his wife, “Honey, this is a gift for you, wear it.” His wife wasn’t too keen on accepting the gift, saying, “I don’t want it.”
“Why?” he asked, puzzled.
“I’m with you, not for your money…take it back!”
“Then what are you with?”
His usual wicked smile appeared on his face. “Well, because you’re happy with me, aren’t you?”
“You…you’re so annoying.” His wife blushed and pinched him. By then, due to physical pleasure, his wife had developed a kind of attachment to him, and would occasionally act coquettishly towards him. He smiled and said, “I think this necklace really suits you, so I bought it. Besides, I’ve already bought it, do you expect me to throw it away or give it to another woman?”
“You wouldn’t dare!” His wife grabbed his collar and scolded him playfully.
He smiled again, “Come on, let me put it on you.” When he put the necklace on his wife, she felt sweet inside, a feeling of being pampered by a man, a feeling she hadn’t received from him in a long time.
“Does it look good?” His wife gently stroked the pendant of the necklace, a shy expression appearing on her face.
"It looks good, I told you it suits you perfectly." They chatted and laughed in the dim light of the stairwell. While talking to his wife, one hand landed on her buttocks and caressed her (that day, his wife was wearing her company uniform, a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt and a tight-fitting skirt, which made her figure appear even taller and fuller).
His wife, afraid of being seen by passersby, pushed his groping hand away. He put it back and continued to caress her, and his wife didn't care anymore.
"If you don't go in, what if your cleaning lady sees you and tells your wife?" his wife said. His wife had heard Qin Dalong say that his cleaning lady was a distant relative of hers in City C.
"She dares to fire her..."
his wife chuckled softly, barely suppressing a laugh. Enticed by his wife's alluring posture, Qin Dalong embraced her and kissed and caressed her. His wife dodged his lips and said, "No, be careful we don't get seen."
"It's okay, no one will come here. We haven't seen each other for days, don't you miss her?"
"No," his wife said, blushing.
"Really, I haven't been home these past few days. Did your husband feed you well?" His wife was speechless. She pushed him away, straightened her clothes, and said, "I need to go back and cook. Thank you for the gift." Just as she was about to leave, he grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms. His wife couldn't help but kiss him passionately, her arms around his neck, her tongue responding to his thrusts… In the midst of their passionate kiss, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, slipping his hand inside her bra and grasping her breast. His wife, unable to resist, let him caress her, continuing to kiss him. After a while, his hand moved down, slipping inside her skirt, pulling aside her panties, his fingertips touching her private parts. She quickly became wet.
"No…" she murmured, pulling his hand away.
Then, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard, large penis, and took her hand and placed it on it. His wife panicked and quickly withdrew her hand. He placed his wife's hand on it again, and she had no choice but to grasp his penis and stroke it, feeling its heat and hardness. After a while, he went further and asked his wife to give him oral sex. His wife hurriedly refused, but he said, "Come on! No one will see." Under his insistence, his wife had no choice but to squat down, grasp the fully erect penis, and take it into her mouth, shaking her head and swallowing. His wife did it very patiently, sucking slowly and deeply, her lips forming an "O" shape tightly around his penis, moving back and forth, sometimes spitting it out to lick the glans, occasionally making smacking and smacking sounds. Because the uniform skirt was too tight and uncomfortable, his wife, while squatting, sucked on his penis while lifting the hem of her skirt to her waist, revealing her plump buttocks and snow-white thighs clad in white thongs. A lewd scene unfolded in the stairwell. The elevator went up and down, and occasionally the sound of people talking could be heard, but no one knew what was happening in the stairwell at that moment. His wife was both nervous and excited, sucking even more vigorously, and her vagina overflowed with love juice. His penis was so big it filled his wife's entire mouth, almost hitting her throat with every suck. His wife's neck ached, her face flushed red, and she was struggling to breathe, yet he remained erect. His wife spat out, panting, and said, "Why haven't you ejaculated yet?"
He laughed, "Just a little more effort, almost there." His wife had no choice but to continue... Finally, she heard Qin Dalong let out a low growl, followed by gushing, thick, hot semen, all of it shooting into his wife's mouth. After he ejaculated the last drop, his wife's lips left his penis, spitting the semen onto the ground. This was the first time his wife had let him ejaculate in her mouth; it tasted fishy and smelly, and she frowned, saying, "So much! It smells awful..." Qin Dalong smiled, zipped up his pants, and went inside. His wife pulled down her skirt, buttoned her shirt, and tidied her hair. Qin Dalong came out again, holding a bottle of mineral water. He handed it to his wife, saying, "Here, rinse your mouth." His wife took it, playfully scolding, "It's all your fault..." After rinsing away the remaining filth in her mouth, she said, "I really have to go, or I'll be late." He then saw her into the elevator... Back home, my son and I were already home. I asked, "Why are you so late?"
My wife hurriedly replied, "The supermarket was packed today, and there was traffic. I have to pee first."
She went into the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled down her underwear. Looking at the discharge, the scene that had happened in the stairwell flashed through her mind. Thinking of me and our son outside, her heart pounded...
Qin Dalong seemed to have an insatiable sexual interest in his wife's body. His strong frame covered and played with her wantonly, as if he wanted to devour her. Besides possessing an exceptionally large penis and incredible stamina, he also displayed a wide variety of sexual techniques, so exquisite, even quite vulgar, such as anal sex and the 69 position, which always left his wife completely captivated and unable to extricate herself.
My wife and I had never tried anal sex before, but Qin Dalong allowed her to experience its pleasure. I remember the first time he entered my wife's anus, she cried out in surprise, telling him not to touch her there, but he still slowly inserted himself. After overcoming the initial discomfort, my wife was immersed in the pleasure transmitted from the nerve endings in her anus…
As they made love more often, my wife experienced squirting during orgasm many times. He always anticipated her ejaculation before she did, saying to her, "Baby, if you want to squirt, just squirt as much as you want!"
He was like a patient and persuasive mentor, understanding his wife's physiological rhythms and guiding her to the peak of pleasure. Every time she climaxed, she felt an extraordinary excitement. Once, after making love, they were soaking in the bathtub. She nestled in his arms and whispered, "Take me away! Go anywhere, the farther the better." At that time, she was tormented by the conflict between him and her family. He hugged her from behind, "Can you really leave everything behind, your husband, your child…?" Yes! Could she really leave everything behind and elope with him? She couldn't live without him and their son, but she also couldn't live without the orgasms he gave her. She was heartbroken… During that time, because of her frequent trysts with Qin Dalong, she neglected her work, and her sales performance plummeted from the top to the bottom, making her aware of the strange looks from her colleagues. But she didn't care anymore; her affair with Qin Dalong had become her greatest and only source of pleasure in life. Besides their planned rendezvous, Qin Dalong would often do unexpected things, catching his wife off guard and giving her a thrill.
One weekend afternoon, my wife was having afternoon tea with some friends and their wives at a cafe in a shopping mall. My wife, who had been enjoying a passionate night of intimacy lately, was radiant. Even one of my friends' wives jokingly asked if she was having a particularly sweet time with me at home. My wife smiled without answering, but inwardly she was filled with apprehension. Just then, Qin Dalong appeared in my wife's line of sight, standing at a distance, grinning wickedly at us. My wife was startled. Why was he suddenly there? Was it a chance encounter, or had he deliberately sought her out? Just as she was pondering this, she received a message from him on WeChat, asking her to come over. Suppressing her panic, my wife lied and said she was going to the restroom. Seeing my wife walk away, Qin Dalong disappeared around the corner of the corridor. His wife followed him, coming to his side, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Come with me." Without another word, he pulled his wife along, turning left and right, until they reached a restroom in a secluded corner. He told his wife to wait a moment, then went into the men's room alone. When he came out, he pulled his bewildered wife inside as well. His wife tried to break free, asking in a panic, "What are you doing?!" He remained silent, making it difficult for her to escape. After his wife followed him into a stall, he locked the door while whispering, "No one's here, I just checked." Only then did his wife realize what he was planning to do. She immediately panicked, her first thought being, "This is insane!" She whispered, "Are you crazy? You can't do this here! My husband is still outside! You can't..."
"Come on! Baby, you'll have a lot of fun," he smiled, reaching under his wife's skirt to pull down her underwear.
My wife, terrified, tried to stop him, "No...no..." but he still pulled down her underwear, then lifted her skirt, lifted her up, and pinned her against the partition, her legs wrapped around his waist. Before my wife could even react, his penis forcefully entered her body, followed by rhythmic thrusts.
Afraid of falling, my wife spread her arms and grabbed the top edge of the partition, her bare buttocks rhythmically slapping against it as he moved. The fear and shame she felt at the thought of someone bursting in, coupled with my presence nearby, excited her, immersing her in the pleasure of his thrusts, trying hard to keep her moans from getting too loud.
He asked her as he continued, "How does it feel, baby?"
My wife murmured, "Mmm, so good...we're both crazy, aren't we?"
They both laughed, then kissed again. He told his wife to unbutton her shirt, and she did so, using one hand to unbutton the top three buttons, then unhooking her bra, revealing her full, round breasts. He pressed his face against her cleavage, kissing her, then sucking on her nipple, making her ecstatic… Just then, her phone rang in her bag on the water tank. Qin Dalong stopped thrusting, holding his wife with one arm, and opened the bag with the other to take out the phone. His wife saw the word "Husband" on the screen and became extremely nervous. "Answer it!" Qin Dalong pressed the answer button and handed it to his wife. She had no choice but to hold Qin Dalong with one arm and answer the phone with the other.
"Hey, wife, what are you doing? We're about to leave." I had waited quite a while for my wife to return, so I called her. She was incredibly nervous and said, "Um, I'm in the bathroom… wait a minute, I'll be right back." "While my wife was on the phone with me, Qin Dalong's penis remained inside her vagina, moving slowly. 'Then hurry up.' 'Okay, I'm coming.' The moment he hung up, Qin Dalong immediately started thrusting again. My wife's hand, gripping the phone, tightly hugged his neck, enduring the thrusting of his large penis while urging him in his ear, 'Hurry up...'
Making love in this environment was incredibly stimulating; my wife reached orgasm faster than usual, and he didn't hold back, ejaculating inside her in one gushing stream. After he put my wife down, she used the toilet paper in the stall to wipe the fluid from her genitals, saying with a hint of complaint, 'You're too bold! What if someone finds out?' He laughed, 'That's what makes it exciting! Weren't you enjoying it just now?' As my wife prepared to put on her underwear, he snatched it away. My wife asked discontentedly, 'What are you going to do now?' He picked up my underwear, sniffed it, and smiled wickedly, 'Give this to me as a token; you can go see your husband naked!'" My wife had no choice but to let him be. She returned to my side during a lull in the flow of time. I asked her why she'd been gone so long, and she hurriedly replied, "...I have a bit of diarrhea." I asked with concern, "Did you eat anything unsanitary?"
She answered, "Maybe!" While she was giving me this evasive answer, I felt a hollowness in her lower body, with even some of Qin Dalong's semen leaking out. Recalling that crazy scene in the bathroom, my wife's face still flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm, her heart pounding, afraid that my friends and I would notice something amiss. That day, my wife had been naked with Qin Dalong's semen still inside her vagina while I was with my friends and we had dinner together; it felt really strange. That
evening, when we got home, I grabbed my wife and tried to have sex with her. I had only been back from a business trip a few days ago, so my libido was high. But as I was about to slip my hand under her skirt, she stopped me in a panic. I asked, somewhat confused, "What's wrong?" She said hastily, "I...I'm going to take a shower first." "After saying that, she hurriedly went into the bathroom. I followed, stripping completely naked, my penis erect. I hugged my wife's naked body from behind, kissing her neck. 'Wife, let's shower together.' My wife pulled away from my embrace, saying somewhat coldly, 'Maybe not! I'm quite tired, I want to take a shower and rest early.' Hearing my wife's refusal, I immediately deflated, and my previously proud member went limp. I didn't say anything and silently left. I had a feeling that my wife might be having an affair, because she had long since lost interest in our sex life."
For those few months, every time my wife returned home after a tryst with Qin Dalong, she couldn't face me; guilt tormented her constantly. But the thrill of the affair drove her like a drug, leading her to Qin Dalong's arms again and again. One Friday, my mother picked up my son from school and took him to their house, so my wife could spend the night with Qin Dalong. My wife first bought Qin Dalong some clothes and underwear. Although she knew he wasn't short of money, she still wanted to buy them for him because her physical dependence had developed a certain tenderness towards him. As the saying goes, a man who conquers a woman's vagina wins her heart. Of course, my wife was certain this wasn't love. After meeting, they had a nice meal outside and then went to his home in City C. Once inside, my wife wanted him to try on the clothes she bought for her. He took the shopping bags from her and put them aside, then embraced and kissed her. The kiss was still passionate and alluring. My wife, her heart pounding with desire, murmured, "Do you love me?" He still didn't answer, but to her, it didn't matter. Even if he didn't love her, she was willing to do anything he wanted. Before him, she had no reserve or dignity whatsoever… Then, under his gaze, she slowly undressed. He sat on the edge of the bed, squinting as he watched my performance. She removed her clothes piece by piece, revealing her sexy, mature body to him until she was completely naked. Then she went over and helped him undress. Afterward, she knelt between his spread legs and began greedily savoring his large, intoxicating penis, sometimes swallowing, sometimes licking, occasionally probing his hairy buttocks with her tongue… She ingratiatingly rubbed her nipples against his large, glistening glans, her hands cupping his full breasts, moving her body up and down between them. She willingly gave him a blowjob, because she knew he liked it. He thoroughly enjoyed his wife's ministrations, humming contentedly, while she became very wet. He then carried her to the bed and used his lips, tongue, and hands to fully arouse her body. After a long foreplay, he put a blindfold on her and tied her hands to the headboard with a silk scarf. When she asked why, he softly replied, "Trust me, baby, this will be more exciting." She thought it was another new trick and complied. Only after he finished did he penetrate her, and she immediately became immersed in the sensation of his hard, thick member, enjoying his ministrations and writhing wildly. Her melodious moans filled the room. Soon, she reached her first orgasm. He withdrew and whispered in her ear, "Baby, wait a moment, don't move." Then he got off the bed. She didn't understand what new tricks he wanted to try, but she did as he said, as he often tried new things during sex, so she wasn't surprised this time. A moment later, my wife sensed him return to the bedside, lift my legs, and thrust inside me again. Two or three minutes later, my wife felt something was wrong. Having spent so much time together, she was all too familiar with his movements and breathing. Terrified, she cried out, "No!" At that moment, Qin Dalong removed her blindfold, and what she saw almost made her faint. A strange young man was thrusting vigorously into her vagina. He wasn't as muscular as Qin Dalong, but he was firm and well-proportioned. My wife screamed and struggled desperately, but her hands were bound and she couldn't move. Qin Dalong shamelessly said to her, "Darling, this is a gift for you. Do you like it?" She still tried to struggle, but he grabbed her and whispered in her ear, "I told you last time I wanted to do a threesome. I thought, you're so horny, you'd be happy to have two men fuck you at the same time!" My wife was pinned down by the two men and couldn't move at all, so she could only let the young man manipulate her genitals. My wife remembered Qin Dalong mentioning this during sex before. She thought he was just talking, but he actually did it. Before she could say anything, he climbed onto the bed and shoved his penis into her mouth. She had no choice but to give up resisting, painfully closing her eyes and stroking Qin Dalong's penis with her head bobbing. Both her mouths were firmly blocked by the man's penis, and she was enjoying the pleasure immensely. At this point, Qin Dalong had untied his silk scarf, and my wife, freed from her restraints, didn't resist but instead submitted and cooperated. This made her even more ashamed and terrified. My God! I was having a threesome with two men! This was something my wife had only ever seen in porn, and she was the one playing the lead role—undoubtedly a tremendous humiliation. However, my wife was intoxicated by this sense of shame, and her body became increasingly aroused. The two men took turns having sex with her; while one was having sex with her, she was giving the other oral sex. Amidst the trembling of her body, I reached orgasm after orgasm. Finally, the young man ejaculated inside his wife, while Qin Dalong ejaculated onto her face and into her mouth.
The young man took his wife into the bathroom, washed her, and then made her perform oral sex on him. His wife, in a daze, complied until he regained an erection. Then he made her lie face down on the sink, and with the help of the shower gel, inserted his penis into her anus. His wife, like a walking corpse, let him do as he pleased… Afterwards, they returned to the bedroom. His wife lay on the bed, resting, her mind blank, hearing the laughter of two men. In a daze, the young man lay down next to his wife, touching her all over her body, then turned her over and entered her from behind, taking her again in a side-entry position… The two men took turns raping his wife, and she shamelessly submitted and cooperated, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure and orgasms. The wife felt her voice was hoarse from screaming... After an unknown amount of time, Qin Dalong made the man lie down, picked up his wife, and sat her on his lap. The wife and the young man continued in a woman-on-top position. He squatted behind his wife, supporting her waist, and inserted his penis into her anus until it was fully inside. This was another completely new sensation; two penises were thrusting in and out of his wife's vagina and anus simultaneously. Her entire body was tightly enveloped and squeezed by the two men from both ends, and his wife screamed incessantly, entering a state of frenzy... The two men ejaculated almost simultaneously, filling both of his wife's holes with semen. His wife lay limp on the bed, letting them take pictures of her private parts with their phones, posing in various lewd positions for them to photograph. She could do nothing but cover her face with her hands. At this time, Qin Dalong and the young man went out for a late-night snack. Before leaving, he told his wife to get some sleep at his house and wait for him to return. His wife remained motionless, without any strength. Thinking about what had happened recently, about her husband, and about her own downfall, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably… This incident made her fully realize the reality: she was nothing more than Qin Dalong's plaything. He only ever humiliated and vented his frustrations on her. Before, she had struggled with the question of whether he loved her; now, those thoughts seemed so ridiculous and pathetic. She didn't stay with Qin Dalong. When she returned home, dazed and confused, she found me waiting there, sitting slumped on the sofa, her eyes bloodshot and vacant. Her usually meticulously styled hair was disheveled, as if she had torn it herself. Actually, I had long suspected my wife's unusual behavior and hired a private investigator to look into her. They even took many photos of me and Qin Dalong on dates—shopping together, eating together, hugging and kissing. Every photo seemed so intimate and ambiguous; anyone who saw them would understand that the two people in the photos had a close romantic relationship. When my wife saw those photos, it was as if she had fallen from a great height. Her mind went blank, and tears streamed down her face. That day, in a fit of rage, I hit my wife for the first time ever, yelling as I did so: "...I'm working myself to the bone outside to earn money for you, for our family...and you're cheating on me, and with such a despicable man! Are you still the same Zhao Xiaoli? Where has your pride and virtue gone? How could you be so shameless?" I was speechless, all I could do was let him beat and yell at me, and let him weep uncontrollably.
"Say it! Why? Why are you doing this to me? Say something!" I roared.
My wife spoke, trembling, "Because...because I'm lonely..."
"You're lonely? You're lonely, so you go out and find other men? I love you so much, I've given you a house, a car, a comfortable life, isn't that enough?"
"You're always busy, you have no time for me. I'm a woman too, I need comfort..." My wife blurted out everything, her words filled with resentment.
"So you cheated on me, making me a cuckold," I said coldly, furious. "I don't want to see you again. You have half an hour to pack your things and get out of my house." With that, I turned and walked towards the door without looking back. My wife asked in surprise, "Honey, where are you going?" I slammed the door shut. The living room, which had been filled with sadness and violence, fell silent. My wife wept silently, thinking about my resolute words. The home she had once cherished and painstakingly built was now filled with deep regret. But there are no "what ifs"... She cried until her tears ran dry, leaving only a heart-wrenching sob. During this time, Qin Dalong didn't contact my wife. She thought that even if he did, she would rather die than succumb to his temptation again. My wife was like a prisoner awaiting sentencing, waiting for my final decision, awaiting the judgment of fate. Another lonely and boring weekend passed. My wife wandered the streets alone, trying to dispel the pent-up frustration that had accumulated in her heart for days. Suddenly, my wife spotted Qin Dalong's tall figure in the crowd. He was walking with a beautiful young woman in his arms, chatting and laughing. My wife saw his hand caressing the woman's sexy, full buttocks, and the woman acted as if nothing was happening, even in front of everyone. It was obvious that the woman was yet another plaything for him. In an instant, my wife was furious, and at the same time, she felt a deep jealousy. Although she knew that she and he were just casual sex partners, and probably not even lovers in his eyes, she had given so much for him, and her relationship with her husband had broken down... At that moment, anger burned within her. Driven by rage, my wife quickly approached them from behind, raised her handbag, and struck Qin Dalong's bald head hard. Qin Dalong and the woman turned around and looked at me with utter surprise. Only when he saw that it was my wife did the anger on his face soften. Before he could react, his wife spat in his repulsive face, then abandoned him and the bewildered girl, turning and running away. After a while, Qin Dalong caught up from behind, grabbing his wife's arm and saying, "Xiaoli, let me explain..." His wife struggled desperately, hitting him with her bag and yelling, "Bastard, get out..." But he was too strong, pulling and holding her, making it impossible for her to break free. With everyone watching, she had no choice but to stop struggling. He then led his wife into a nearby building. Afraid of making a scene, she reluctantly followed him into the elevator. They stopped on an unknown floor, and he dragged her into a dimly lit stairwell. His wife, still furious, demanded to know why he had brought her here. In the darkness, she saw a familiar, wicked smile flash across his lips as he pulled her close, kissing and caressing her. This scoundrel, even now, still wanted to do *that* with his wife. Anger once again consumed my wife's mind and body. She struggled desperately, kicking and jumping in his arms. But he was too strong for me, so strong that even when he held her head down and made her kneel before him, she was powerless. He pulled out his erect penis and shoved it into her mouth. She flinched a few times but eventually took it in. The penis had a strong, pungent smell that stimulated her sense of smell—the smell of semen mixed with a woman's vaginal fluid. It was very likely that he had just had sex with the girl she had seen. This smell both disgusted and excited her. She sucked on it vigorously, her anger replaced by a sudden surge of desire. His wife sucked away for a while, then stood up and did something she herself couldn't believe: she unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them down, and then dragged her underwear down to her thighs. Turning around, she presented him with her plump, white buttocks, murmuring, "Fuck me, fuck me quickly..." He immediately entered her. His wife, gripping the railing at the corner of the stairs, moved her bare buttocks to meet his thrusts, her moans echoing in the stairwell. She would occasionally turn back to ask him, "Are you enjoying it? Are you having fun?" The stairwell was usually deserted, and under the cover of darkness, Qin Dalong relentlessly fucked his wife, muttering incessantly, "Zhao Xiaoli, you're just a slut who needs to be fucked, I could fuck you a thousand times, ten thousand times and still not be enough of your lowly bitch..." Boundless humiliation consumed his wife's heart; tears streamed down her face as she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, I am a bitch, fuck me to death..." His wife's lewdness further fueled Qin Dalong's lust; he became even more vigorous and quickly ejaculated inside her. His wife reached orgasm in this near-rape-like intercourse... Without even pulling up her pants, she slumped against the railing, sitting on the ground, murmuring, "Why do you do this to me?" It was as if she were talking to herself, yet also questioning Qin Dalong, questioning why he repeatedly exploited her weakness to toy with and humiliate her. He clearly misunderstood, and sneered, "Hahaha, I was just playing around with you, and you actually took it seriously, you're fucking stupid! There are plenty of women outside who are a thousand times, ten thousand times better than you. Why would I hang on to that girl from earlier? You saw it yourself, she's younger and prettier than you, and I still managed to get her all under my thumb. It's just that you've messed things up, so I'll have to go through the trouble of coaxing her."
Hearing his shameless words, his wife felt like her heart was being torn apart. His wife had actually betrayed her talented and capable husband, sleeping with such a scumbag... His wife spat at him again, gritting her teeth and saying, "Scumbag!" He wiped his clothes and humiliated her again, "I am a fucking scumbag, so what? Don't you like scumbags like me? Go back to your husband and son and be your virtuous wife and loving mother!" Then he leaned down and pinched his wife's chin, "You slut, remember, if your pussy itches again, you can still come to me..." After saying that, he strode away. After Qin Dalong left, my wife burst into tears, both for the humiliation she had brought upon herself and for the hurt I had suffered...
From then on, my wife quit her job and changed her phone number to avoid further harassment from Qin Dalong. Not only that, she also planned to initiate divorce proceedings. To her surprise, after a long period of reflection and internalization, I decided to forgive her. That day, my wife lay listlessly on the bed. I sat beside her, and she nestled into my arms, her pain lessening somewhat. I held her breasts and asked, "Do you love that man?" My wife replied coldly, "No, I hate him..." She felt this long-awaited moment of warmth was a precious opportunity to confess her feelings, regardless of whether I forgave her. She stroked my penis and continued, "But please don't interpret this as the depth of love equaling the depth of hate." "In fact, even though I did that kind of thing with him, I've never loved him even a little bit. I've only ever loved you in my life..."
After hearing this, I said, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I think I still love you... During those days, I was indeed only focused on work and neglected your feelings... So, Li, let's start over! This family needs you. No matter what happened before, as long as you don't see that person again, I won't hold it against you. I'll try to spend more time with you and our son..."
Hearing me say this, my wife was both moved and pained. This proud man of mine could actually tolerate my wife's infidelity; she understood how much I loved her. My wife hugged my neck, her eyes filled with tears, and whispered, "Let's start over, okay?" I nodded gently, and we immediately kissed passionately, deeply and intensely. Then I noticed my penis was even harder, unusually erect. On one hand, I chose to forgive my wife; on the other hand, I imagined the scene of my wife making love with that man, so I was particularly impulsive. I stood up... My fully erect penis was pointed at my wife's face, and without hesitation, she took it into her mouth, sucking and stroking it rhythmically. She was giving me oral sex, almost ingratiatingly. I lifted her up, spread her legs, and thrust my hard penis into her vagina. As I pumped, I asked her, "Did he...feel good fucking you?" My wife became even more excited, her vagina contracting repeatedly, and she began answering my shameless questions. At my request, she even recounted details and feelings about her illicit affair with Qin Dalong. I became even more frenzied, my huge penis making my wife scream incessantly. That day, we were both incredibly aroused, and I was much more vigorous than usual. My wife reached orgasm again and again...

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