My wife must have been taken down.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, my wife's phone was still off. I ate some breakfast, met up with a client, and it was already noon by the time we finished our business meeting. The rain was still pouring down, showing no signs of stopping. I called my wife again and finally got through. She sounded tired on the other end, saying she'd drunk too much the night before, didn't get home until after 1 a.m., and her phone wasn't charged and turned on until she woke up this morning. I asked her why she'd drunk so much, and she said her boss had made her drink, so she had no choice. I then unleashed a torrent of abuse on her boss over the phone. She said to stop, that her boss was being very kind to us, and that a little drinking was normal. I cursed her internally again, thinking, "Damn it!" After hanging up, I received a call from the head of the administrative office. I wondered why this old woman was calling me at this hour; she never said anything nice. The older woman called and asked me to rewrite my report, as some documents were missing stamps and I needed to get them stamped. I was wondering why she wasn't off work on Sunday and was talking to me about this, but then she suddenly changed the subject, saying my wife had performed well last night, making the boss very happy, and that the boss wanted to promote her to deputy director of the administrative office. The tone of her voice was thick with jealousy. I asked who went to dinner last night, and she said only the administrative office staff went, along with my supervisor and two vice presidents. Dinner didn't end until 11 pm. I asked how they got home, and she said the administrative office staff rode in one car, and my wife said she happened to be going the same way as one of the vice presidents, so they rode in the same car. My supervisor and another vice president were also in the car. At this point, the older woman chuckled and said not to forget her if I got promoted. I wondered what she meant by telling me all this. She spoke so casually, yet it seemed like she was venting about something. I gave her a few perfunctory replies and hung up.

I watched TV for a while at noon, then called my boss to say that the deal was settled and I could go back tomorrow. He said there were still some things he needed me to discuss, and I'd have to go back on Tuesday. He also told me that this deal was very important and I had to keep a close eye on it. I almost blurted out, "Damn it!" My wife slept with you last night, and you still say this deal is important? I hung up quickly, afraid I'd lose control and yell. I wonder how many men slept with my wife last night, what she's thinking—is she sad, wronged, or yearning to be slept with? I don't want to think about it. Is this a case of one generation planting the trees for another to enjoy the shade? Thinking back on all the things that happened before, was my wife just pretending too well? At first, her technique wasn't very good; I had to train her step by step. She couldn't even do the lotus position before, but now she's rocking on top very comfortably—all thanks to my slow and careful instruction. Her posture is exactly like a submissive little bitch. I once asked her how she became so skilled, and she said it was all thanks to my training. I'm wondering if this was something that happened before we got married. Before we were married, if I played with her nipples even slightly, her vagina would produce a lot of fluid, soaking a large area. Is this normal for a woman? Also, she liked to wear thongs and tight-fitting tank tops before we got married.

Maybe she didn't sleep well last night; she slept until 3 PM and still felt very sleepy when she woke up. I called my colleague and asked him how his inquiries were going. He said he privately asked the vice president's driver, who said he had seen my wife ride in the vice president's car several times, but my boss was also in the car, though they were all going to meetings, usually to conference halls in large hotels. The driver also saw the vice president's hand on my wife's thigh a few times, sometimes even pretending to touch her, and he said my wife didn't dodge. The driver said he also saw her hand seem to go inside her skirt once, but she quickly pulled it out for fear of being seen. Our company's drivers are all gossips; they spread these kinds of things around privately. My colleague said the driver told him, "These leaders have practically ruined my wife's genitals, and she's still pretending to be a lady." A chill ran down my spine. I mumbled a few random words and hung up. My mind was racing! I need to go out and talk to the client first.

[The End]

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