My Wife's Cheating and Sexual Encounters: A True Record (Chapter 67 - Complete)

Chapter Six of 　　"My Wife's Affair and Sex" -
After finishing breakfast and parking the car, I wandered aimlessly into the computer mall. The mall was bustling with people, a cacophony of voices—sellers of pornographic DVDs, fake invoices, pirated DVDs… a constant barrage of greetings.
I stopped in front of a shop; its sign prominently
advertised "Hidden Cameras, Remote Control Professional Eavesdropping Equipment," exactly what I was looking for.
I spent the afternoon discreetly installing hidden cameras in the living room, bathroom, and bedroom, setting up the wiring
to connect to the computer in the study, and then installing the remote monitoring system…
I packed a few clothes, grabbed my suitcase, and drove to work. It was already after hours, and the office was
empty. I turned on the computer and started testing. Soon, the familiar scene of my room
appeared . I switched the view at will—okay, the remote monitoring system was successfully installed…
My heart suddenly raced with excitement! The first step of the plan went smoothly, and a sudden, unusual anticipation welled up inside me…
I called my wife and told her I had to go on a business trip again, probably for two or three days. She
just said "Oh" on the phone, without a trace of suspicion, and as usual, reminded me not to fool around outside and to take good care of
myself . I could still hear a hint of joy in her voice.
This made me feel a pang of jealousy and shame, but another, stronger, more urgent desire
suppressed my emotions, exciting and stimulating me. I was perfectly aware that what I craved most was to possess the young and beautiful
kindergarten principal's body.
Listening to my wife's voice on the phone, my mind drifted to fantasies of the headmistress's naked, voluptuous body, the thick forest beneath her flat, white belly…
Suppressing the swelling excitement of my desire, I went downstairs to a nearby bar to kill time with drinks. As dusk fell, the city
lights shone brightly, and the bustling bar streets began to throng with people. Everywhere, fashionable women flirted and joked,
soliciting customers… I was already a little tipsy. I paid the bill and returned to my office computer.
The house was quiet, the lights were off, but I could vaguely see the furnishings. My wife hadn't come home yet; she was probably
out having dinner with that man. While idly switching between screens, I heard
the sound of . My nerves tensed instantly, my heart pounded, and I stared intently at the screen…
The door opened, and first a woman walked in. Even without the lights on, I could vaguely make out my wife's figure;
then a man's figure flashed in. The living room light came on. The man was familiar; it was
the husband . He tossed his briefcase onto the sofa, casually closed the door, and wrapped
his arm around my wife's slender waist. My wife leaned against his chest, tilting her head back. Turning her head, the man's
lips , his hands moving up to her breasts. My wife couldn't help but moan. Hearing her
moan and seeing them kissing, my penis suddenly swelled and hardened, my lust ignited…
The man slipped his tongue into my wife's mouth, and she entwined her tongue with his, kissing him passionately. They
turned embraced tightly. My wife pressed her soft breasts against the man, while his hands
lifted her skirt from behind, caressing her full buttocks as he kissed her.
The room was quiet, so the sounds of their breathing, moans, and kisses were exceptionally clear, fueling my
burning desire even more intensely… I watched intently, my heart pounding, the alcohol and jealousy surging within me,
stimulating my brain…
The man kissed his wife, unhooking her bra and burying his face in her breasts,
teasing her two alluring pink nipples with his tongue. Under his
caresses, her nipples hardened, becoming excited and active, her hands grasping his penis, involuntarily stroking it through her pants
.
The man stripped off his wife's skirt, quickly removing his own clothes, his erect penis thick, long, and hard,
proudly trembling before her… Their clothes were scattered on the floor. The man picked up his wife, and they walked into the bathroom together. I snapped out of my daze and quickly switched the camera to the bathroom.
The bathroom was filled with steam, and glistening water droplets had already soaked the two of them. Their naked bodies remained tightly embraced, kissing and caressing each other. Then, they began to wash each other with shower gel, playfully teasing one another.
The wife played with the man's large, erect penis while washing his two round, swollen testicles. Seeing her hands touching his testicles made my own balls hard. They were hot and swollen, very uncomfortable…
The man kneaded the wife's breasts, occasionally reaching between her thighs to caress her genitals.
I could feel the soft, moist flesh between her thighs… The wife, aroused by his touch, involuntarily twisted her snow-white body and slumped down to her knees.
The man's erect penis was positioned right in front of his wife. She couldn't resist licking his swaying
testicles, her tongue greedily licking his shaft and throbbing glans. The man couldn't help but let glistening
fluid flow from between his penis and feed it to his wife…
The man thrust his erect penis into his wife's mouth, and she obediently cooperated, trying to take his glans in
as deeply as possible, her eyes becoming hazy and sensual, her voice trembling as she moaned softly… Watching them enjoy oral sex, my glans swelled and burned uncontrollably, feeling as if it were inside my wife's warm, soft mouth, making me dizzy…
Then, the man picked up his wife and went into the bedroom… He threw her onto the bed, where she lay with her full, shapely legs spread wide on the edge. Her long, full legs were her pride, and now she had exposed all her privacy to another man. My heart pounded wildly!
The man knelt down beside the bed, burying his head between his wife's thighs. He extended his tongue, gently licking
her erect clitoris between her labia, teasing and licking it. Her vagina
opened slightly under his tongue, involuntarily releasing its fluids…
The moans and gasps, the naked couple's oral sex, were enough to make one's blood boil… Watching my wife and another man's illicit affair at home, my desire reached its peak…
I pressed the button to start the automatic recording on the security camera, and stumbled down the elevator, my pants bulging with erection. Luckily, the office building
was deserted; no one saw my disheveled state… I slipped into a bar. The intoxicating music and dazzling lights made me drunk, and my lower body craved a woman's comfort even more…
With a wave of his hand, a waiter approached: "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" "Do you have any ladies to drink with me?" The waiter understood: "Sir, please wait a moment!"
A few minutes later, the air was filled with the scent of perfume, and five or six women, dressed in flamboyant attire and around twenty years old
, their slender waists swaying, surrounded the table in the small private room with smiles. To be honest, I personally prefer mature women, but finding...
Miss, I still prefer younger girls.
I picked two young, pretty girls with a pure and innocent look to stay. The girls skillfully flanked me
, their soft breasts pressed tightly against me, pouring me red wine, their sweet laughter and giggles as they toasted me…
The girls' soft, warm bodies and the scent of their perfume intoxicated me. Intentionally or unintentionally, their soft fingers brushed against my erect, hard penis, sending tingling, electric-like tremors through me…
My hands, wrapped around their waists, involuntarily slipped inside their bras, touching their soft breasts. "What's the price for a threesome?" I kissed one of the girls' alluring lips. The two girls deliberately giggled, hugging me tighter, and whispered a price in my ear—not too expensive.
I could no longer control my burning desire. After paying, I took the two girls to a hotel. Since I wasn't booking for the night, the two girls had already impatiently stripped me naked as soon as we entered. "Time is money," the girls understood this perfectly.
The two younger sisters took off their skirts and panties, unhooked their bras, and their two pairs of snow-white, full breasts came into view,
stimulating my senses to an extreme degree, making me unbearably hot! My penis stood erect against the two beauties, and just as I was about
to pounce on one of them, the two sisters started playing and teasing me: "Handsome, let's take a bath together!"
Entering the bathroom, the two sisters gently embraced me on both sides and scrubbed
my
back, then took turns playing with my penis, one grabbing one and sucking on her nipple while the other two grabbed and kneaded her breasts. The sisters moaned and panted, their snow-white, soft bodies dazzling me.
I couldn't resist picking one up, and the three of us fell onto the soft bed together, moaning, panting, laughing, and caressing each other's genitals... No wonder emperors used to enjoy group sex so much, it really is incredibly stimulating!
Especially standing with my penis erect, having the two sisters gently kneeling in front of me, taking turns licking my penis and testicles,
the intense satisfaction and sense of conquest satisfied all the anger and jealousy I felt from seeing my wife cheating on me with another man...
With a sense of pleasure and excitement, I inserted my penis into the mouths of two women. The soft, warm mouths of the two women made me thrust faster. The tender, smooth feeling inside was pleasurable… My glans rubbed against the sisters' tongues, and I couldn't help but let my juices flow out and feed them to the two sisters…
I don't know if you brothers feel the same way when you go to a prostitute, but going to a prostitute to release your pent-up desires and having an affair with a married woman
are definitely different feelings. In the latter case, all that's left in my mind is the primal physiological urge and the criminal impulse of sexual sadism.
Having an affair with a married woman, there are still feelings in my heart. There is a strong desire to conquer and a sense of satisfaction. After all, the one I'm thrusting into and ravaging is someone else's wife, which is very exciting!
My glans has been licked and sucked by the two women until it is red and hot, swollen and uncomfortable, and I desperately want to penetrate it
… Two naked bodies sway in front of me, exuding sexual temptation: one sister, her buttocks raised high, thick pubic hair surrounding her
alluring vulva, stimulating my nerves and making me expect to penetrate her body.
Another woman was licking my swollen testicles with her mouth, the itching making my lust surge. She grasped my penis and rubbed the head against the soft, wet opening of her partner's vagina, the constant electric current stimulating my entire body.
I closed my eyes, enjoying her gentle caresses, involuntarily moaning and panting... She skillfully
rubbed the head of my penis against the other woman's vulva, her other hand gently stroking and kneading my
testicles . My other sister and I were enjoying ourselves comfortably. My sister's lower body was itchy and she couldn't help but moan and writhe
...
"Plop!" My sister, with her buttocks raised, cried out loudly, "Oh!" She suddenly thrust her buttocks back, inserting
my penis into her vagina. Her two tender labia tightly gripped my penis, the head
struggling ...
The other sister couldn't resist the temptation either. She spread her legs and straddled my sister, letting me suckle her two swollen nipples. Her eyes were glazed, and she clung to my neck. Her pubic hair was thick below her snow-white belly, and her navel was beautiful.
I couldn't help but touch her lower body. It was so soft, moist, warm, and throbbing.
Her labia were slippery and moist with her juices as I touched her vulva. I teased her opening; the pink flesh was so tempting and made me want to
penetrate her…
As I thrust my penis in and out, sucking on her tender nipples, I played with the other sister's alluring private parts.
The sister couldn't take it anymore and also raised her buttocks, kneeling on the bed alongside her companion. Both alluring vulvas
were now visible. I, like a virile man, conquered and ravaged both women simultaneously, taking turns
penetrating their vulvas.
The panting and moaning of three people, the alluring buttocks of two younger sisters, three naked bodies frantically
copulating , the pleasure of intercourse indescribably stimulating and exhilarating. The primal physiological stimulation of group sex brought my nerves to the peak of pleasure; the semen in my testicles was uncontrollable, surging and about to ejaculate.
I quickly pulled out my penis and changed positions, letting one of the sisters straddle me, plunging my penis straight into her vagina. The sister twisted her body, her full breasts swaying with it, her vagina moving up and down, each time hitting her cervix, moaning and crying out in pleasure… The other sister
also raised her buttocks, placing them in front of my face, letting me play with her hidden cave with my hands,
watching the vaginal fluid slowly flow out. I parted her labia, the pink and tender vagina extremely alluring to the senses,
my penis throbbing from being sucked, and I couldn't resist wanting to lick her vagina with my mouth.
Although my heightened sexual desire clouded my judgment, I still knew very well that there were two places I couldn't kiss with my mouth: her lips and her vagina. "Oh...oh...oh..." Groans and gasps filled the air as the three of us frantically engaged in intercourse, the room filled with primal, heart-pounding sounds.
Occasionally, a flash of memory would strike me: my wife at home being ridden and penetrated by another man. My desire to ravage women intensified, and I squeezed their nipples harder, my penis pushing deeper, reveling in the pleasure of being inside a woman other than my wife…
"Ah…I'm going to explode!" I finally lost control of my sexual urges. A powerful wave of pleasure spread from my penis to
every cell in my body, almost bursting deep inside my sisters. I abruptly stood up, embraced my two sisters, and made
them kneel before me, looking up at me.
I gripped my penis against their beautiful faces, and with a sudden tightening of my glans, like a dam bursting, scalding, fresh semen gushed from my testicles, splashing freely onto their faces and lips.
"So good!" I couldn't help but groan loudly. My semen was still all over the faces of my two sisters, and
before I could wipe it away, they groaned again, taking turns licking my glans, taking turns sucking it, their expressions
tender and infatuated, until my penis gradually softened.
I lay down contentedly, gesturing for my two sisters to kiss each other, watching them entwine their tongues in a deep kiss,
licking and sucking each other's breasts. My two sisters giggled and performed for me. I was very satisfied, my mind filled only with
the peace and comfort after sexual release; even the fatigue felt pleasant.
Even after the two girls had showered, received their money, kissed my face, and left, my mind was still filled with
the primal, wanton atmosphere and sexual stimulation of the room. The pleasure of group sex was quite intense, a unique thrill that couldn't be experienced with my wife or even
my the pleasure was more powerful and less able to suppress my physical agitation and reason.
I lit a cigarette, the wisps of smoke rising and gradually disappearing in the quiet room. The faint scent of tobacco
calmed my mind, the earlier commotion and sexual debauchery still lingering in my heart, leaving me somewhat weary.
I didn't dwell on the thought of that man embracing his wife, now resting in bed. Instead, I remembered the feeling of my wife's private parts being moistened by another man's semen, and a slight sense of loss welled up inside me.
But it was fleeting.
The sight of the two girls' pure, beautiful faces covered in my semen, looking pitiful, was visually pleasing, and my mind was at peace, even experiencing a faint, arousing
pleasure.
Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep… When I woke up, it was already late at night. Suddenly remembering I hadn't turned off my office computer, I rushed back. The computer screen was quiet. The lights were off at home, but I could vaguely see my wife in a sundress, fast asleep in bed. The man must have gone home already.
In the quiet night, I could hear my own heartbeat… I suddenly felt a strange excitement and impulse, and opened the
saved AVI file… even though I had just been extremely aroused and exhausted.
Watching the video of my wife and the man making love still made my heart pound, my face burn, my lower abdomen feel like it was
on fire, and my penis harden again and again, involuntarily producing lubricant…
Staring at the man on the screen, riding his wife with an expression of overwhelming conquest and satisfaction, I was driven mad by uncontrollable jealousy and resentment… I gritted my teeth and cursed, “I’ll fuck your wife!”
This curse flashed through my mind like lightning; that familiar, beautiful face appeared before me.
The jealousy and resentment vanished, replaced by a more urgent longing that swirled within me. I lit a
cigarette
, trying to clear my head… The smoke curled around
me , my thoughts had drifted far away, longing for the woman I dreamed of day and night…
I copied the AV files to a USB drive, shut down the computer, and returned to the hotel. Feeling exhausted, I lay down on the bed
and fell asleep immediately. For the next few days, I hid in the hotel during the day and went to the office at night to continue monitoring and saving
the AV recordings.
My wife had her period, and these days we only went on dates for dinner, chatted, and kissed; we didn’t have sex. We talked
quite a bit, and from our conversation, I vaguely learned that their relationship had been going on for over two years.
That year, during the Spring Festival, my wife and her colleagues visited the kindergarten principal. The man was immediately captivated by
my wife's tall, cheerful, and beautiful figure. He then began frequently picking her up from the kindergarten, giving him many
opportunities to be near her.
I'm not sure what emotional and material tactics he used to win her heart, but it's
clear my
wife they were deeply involved in their extramarital affair, not just a casual fling to satisfy sexual desire.
My heart was in turmoil, tormented by conflicting emotions. My frustration made me
unconsciously drive to the kindergarten wall, my eyes darting around, searching for the principal's familiar and beautiful figure.
Every time I saw her, her serene and sweet smile stirred my heart—her full, mature body, exuding
a delicate fragrance, intensified my possessiveness and insatiable desire.
Lying in bed back at the hotel, especially late at night when my libido was high, my sister called
. I couldn't help but call her to relieve my urges, but that never truly satisfied me. Pure sexual
release couldn't compare to the feeling of missing her—when I missed her, my thoughts slowly
moved from her head to her full, protruding breasts, and my penis gradually hardened.
Continuing to move downwards, imagining her sexy panties under her skirt, my glans involuntarily swelled and
hardened; imagining her turning around, slightly bending forward, her skirt covering her full, beautiful thighs, her plump,
round buttocks slightly raised—this sexy and alluring pose made my penis involuntarily glisten with
lubricant… I longed to penetrate her…
I even dreamt of her smiling face, which surprised me greatly—
the saying " is indeed true! I called my wife to tell her I'd be home today. "Let's go out for dinner after work, I'll wait for you,"
I told her.
The Western restaurant wasn't crowded; the music and lighting created a languid and ambiguous atmosphere. Perhaps it was
because of my recent indulgence and excessive fantasies, but I couldn't help shaking my head, giving myself a self-deprecating, bitter laugh. Familiar footsteps came from the stairwell. After so many years of marriage, I recognized them immediately. Everything about her was so familiar, but today seemed to lack a certain warmth.
"Honey!" The faint scent of my wife's perfume and her slightly surprised voice wafted over me simultaneously. Her surprise wasn't fake; our marriage still had a deep emotional foundation. Every time I was away on a business trip, I always eagerly looked forward to coming home. If I hadn't accidentally discovered her secret, I would have excitedly hugged and kissed her after just a few days apart.
My wife didn't notice anything amiss. As usual, she chatted and joked with me, enjoying our dinner. I subconsciously glanced at her, perhaps comparing her to the kindergarten director, or perhaps because they had similar professions and were close in age; their temperaments and figures were very similar, making it difficult to distinguish them.
The director seemed more composed and quiet, while my wife was more youthful, beautiful, and lively. My gaze swept across her, glancing at my wife's full, firm breasts. At that moment, a thought suddenly popped into my head—how amazing it would be to make love to both of these women at the same time!
This stimulating thought made me feel hot all over, but fearing my wife would discover my ulterior motives, I quickly
regained my composure, took a sip of red wine, and forgot everything I had wanted to say to my wife
.
To be honest, I was still somewhat reluctant to leave my wife. She was usually very virtuous and gentle, with no
flaws , and we had a very good relationship, never arguing. Should I divorce her? Since discovering her
infidelity, I hadn't seriously considered this question.
The Western restaurant gradually filled up, and the dim lighting made it increasingly noisy—whispers, music,
the clinking of glasses and plates… When I paid the bill, I saw a busty young woman bending over, her full, white cleavage
so alluring. I gave her a generous tip, which made her very happy, and my mood suddenly improved.
The next day, I arrived at the company very early, but no one was there yet. I opened the AVI file and deliberately extracted a screenshot from the sex video.
I took several close-up photos of the man's face, printed them out, and sealed them in an envelope. Afterward, my heart
pounded very nervous, as if I were doing something terrible.
Trying to calm myself, I quickly found the man's name, workplace, and phone number. Work started as usual, but I was very distracted.
When I called the courier to pick up the package, sealed the envelope, and left the contact number on the package, my hands trembled slightly. I was restless and anxious all day, unable to concentrate on work.
This torment lasted until the end of the workday when my phone suddenly rang. Although my heart was pounding and I was very flustered, I immediately
recognized the man's voice. He was calm, but I could sense his inner panic and fear.
"Who is this?" I hesitated for a few seconds, then thought for a moment: "Let's meet at the Jin Di Bar on Meiling Road!" He seemed to want to say something more on the phone, but I hung up. I let out a long sigh of relief. "Damn!" I muttered under my breath. Calm down, though, a strange, urgent anticipation welled up inside me.
I called my wife to tell her I had a business dinner and wouldn't be able to join her. After work, I drove to the bar street and chose a private room facing the entrance, where I could clearly see the people coming and going. The bar was crowded and lively. I felt relaxed and cheerful, looking around without the tension and anxiety I'd felt that afternoon.
The night outside was already deep and gloomy, the dazzling streetlights shimmering, the decadent night beginning its boisterous
revelry . I sat alone for about an hour, and he still hadn't appeared. A vague
sense of anxiety and disappointment crept in. I thought to myself, "Damn! Is he not coming?"
Just as I was fidgeting, a familiar figure appeared at the door, clearly hesitant. It seemed
he'd been lingering outside for quite some time. It's understandable. For a young bureau chief like him, coming to
a place of revelry and drunkenness is a huge risk to his career. The fact that he even pushed open the door shows he made a huge decision.
Seeing him looking around, I gestured for him to come closer. He hesitated for a few seconds, then finally looked around
again and walked over. I glanced at him; he guiltily avoided my gaze, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "The package you sent me?"
His tone still retained the bureau chief's usual imperious air, but it already revealed a deep-seated guilt and fear. I
stared at his face without answering. If it were a few days ago, I might have already lost my temper and punched him
in the face! However, I remained calm; a buried expectation lingered within me.
This attitude surprised and confused him. He met my gaze again, stammering, "Brother,
how do you want to resolve this? Name your price!" Perhaps seeing my silence, he mustered his courage: "This will never happen again, I promise!"
I snorted and stared coldly at him: "Fuck you! You think you can just pay up and be done with it? Do you think
my wife is a prostitute?"
Sweat began to bead on his forehead; he was flustered because he couldn't figure out my intentions. People in officialdom
aren't afraid of spending money to avoid trouble; money is nothing, it can be easily recouped. What they fear most is
the danger to their lives, their positions, and their power. He wiped the sweat from his brow and pleaded in a low voice, "Brother, I know I was wrong. Please give me a chance to make amends!"
"Don't worry, I won't affect your career, nor will I ruin you." Hearing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at me, and asked, "Then... what do you mean?" My heart suddenly pounded rapidly, and my voice trembled slightly, "As long as you handle this small deal between us, everything will be fine. I'll forget about this and destroy the evidence of the secret filming."
He solemnly assured me, "No problem, I will definitely handle it!" I stared into his eyes, "Can you really do that?" He stood up, patted his chest, and swore an oath, as if afraid I wouldn't believe him and would change my mind.
Now he didn't care about his position as bureau chief anymore. With me holding leverage over him, his most urgent task was
to this score and avert the danger to his career and future. He had finally climbed to this position,
spending countless hours and money. It seemed he was willing to go all out and agree to any conditions.
I saw through every shift in his mind, knowing I had complete control.
Those who scheme in the officialdom will sacrifice anything for power and position, except themselves.
At his urgent pleading, I spoke slowly, then with growing excitement: "You slept with my wife, now you'll
make it up to me with your wife!" He froze, his expression complex and strange, even a little muscular, clearly enraged. However, this didn't last long before he deflated into silence…
The air seemed to freeze. In the silence, we both lit cigarettes. I casually glanced at him, seemingly
admiring my prey, filled with a vengeful thrill, while he looked disheveled and silently smoked
. I wasn't in a hurry, because I understood what this kind of man was thinking.
Finally, as if making up his mind, he forcefully stubbed out his cigarette, looked up at me, and said, "I can agree,
but ..." He hesitated, "She would never agree!"
I looked down on him. He wasn't worried about anything, nor was he angered by being humiliated; he was just
worried about whether his wife would cooperate. Most people in officialdom are selfish and self-serving—everyone
looks out for themselves.
I took a bottle of medicine from my briefcase; the label said "Sedatives."
I had specifically asked a friend to buy it for me when I passed a private pharmacy. I gently pushed it on the table, and the bottle slid to him. "Don't
worry about that. Find a way to give her this!"
He was still hesitating when I stood up. "Call me when you've arranged it." I turned away from him and walked
straight out of the bar. My heart was pounding. Although it was air-conditioned, my back was soaked with sweat—a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
Back home, still basking in excitement and anticipation, I soaked in the bathtub, contentedly closing my eyes
to relax . My hand involuntarily reached for my penis; it was firm and strong, a satisfying sight. A knowing smile spread across my face—
soon, my long-awaited little sister would reward me!
Lying in bed, I embraced my wife, caressing her soft breasts, secretly pleased. My fingers unconsciously
pinched and played with her nipples. Startled awake, my wife gently kicked me away, pouting, "
You naughty boy , go away… I'm doing something good, you can't touch me!"
I chuckled, no longer bothering her, and embraced her soft waist, my penis pressing against her full buttocks—
warm, soft, and comfortable. I soon fell asleep.
For the next few days, I waited anxiously, my mind elsewhere at work. Every day, I would sneak off to
the kindergarten to peek at the principal. She still smiled so brightly, and the allure of her full, voluptuous body beneath her skirt seemed
even stronger. I tried my best to control my sexual desire, conserving my energy for the night we would make love, so that I could
save all the semen that was stored in my swollen testicles to nourish her and shoot it deep into her body.
After work that day, my wife and I had dinner. The sky was ablaze with vibrant colors as we strolled and chatted in the community garden.
Suddenly, my phone rang with a text message alert. Seeing that familiar number, my heart skipped a beat, pounding
with . "All arranged! Come quick! XX Garden, Block XX, Unit XX, Floor XX, Room XX."
I swallowed hard, my throat tightening with excitement. Suppressing my wildly pounding heart, I
told my wife, "Something came up at work, I have to go." My wife didn't notice anything amiss. She simply said, "Oh, then I'll go to my aerobics class!" Before I could even reply, I rushed to the garage, grabbed the car, started the engine, and sped out of the community like the wind. I'd been
craving this for so long; tonight I was going to treat my manhood to a good meal!

(Chapter Seven, Finale)
In my excitement and anticipation, I arrived at the garden gate. From afar, I saw a man pacing back and forth, head bowed,
several cigarette butts already scattered on the ground. I honked the horn. The man looked up, saw my car, hesitated
for a moment, and then walked over.
I slowly rolled down the window. The man stared into my eyes, hesitating, "Brother, is our agreement okay
?" I suppressed my excitement, "Of course, I'll call you when it's all over!"
The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his expression relaxing, exuding the air of a bureau chief, "I'll arrange
it later, I'll treat you to a drink, buddy." I despised him, even scorned him. For his own benefit, he was willing to sacrifice his wife, sacrifice everything…
He handed me a set of keys, whispering, "Unit xx, Building xx, Apartment xx." I didn't say anything more, took the keys, and drove into the complex. He drove off behind me. "Would he go looking for my wife?" I suddenly had that thought, but then I thought, he's probably scared half to death now, he probably won't dare to be so arrogant and womanize for the time being.
I stood hesitantly before the grand front door, my hand trembling as I gripped the key… My heart pounded with anxiety,
and a multitude of thoughts raced through my
mind After a moment of careful consideration, I suppressed my wildly beating heart, tried to calm my rapid breathing, and
unlocked the door with the key.
The room was quiet. I changed into slippers in the hallway, listening intently for any sounds coming from inside. As evening approached,
the room was already dimly lit. I walked through the living room, glancing at the layout. Being a bureau chief, her home
was grandly decorated and furnished, yet tastefully elegant, exuding a subtle refinement. The curtains, fabrics,
and greenery clearly showed her meticulous arrangement.
I eagerly searched for the bedroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I pushed open the slightly ajar door. The bedroom was elegantly furnished, the curtains drawn, and a faint, familiar scent of perfume wafted out—it was hers. My gaze swept eagerly across the room. She seemed to be asleep, lying on her side on the clean sheets, her posture graceful and serene.
In an instant, my heart pounded, my breathing became labored, and my head felt burning hot… This wasn't a dream; I was fully conscious. Suddenly, I was at a loss. The woman I dreamt of was now lying before me. Although I had been mentally prepared, it still made me temporarily lose my reason and focus.
I shakily turned on the bedside lamp. The soft, hazy light enveloped the quiet room. I sat on the edge of
the bed, looking down intently at the sleeping woman, an unnamed fire burning within me, making me both
flustered and intensely excited.
The kindergarten principal's familiar and beautiful face, her voluptuous and mature body exuding a captivating fragrance, and the exquisite curves beneath her slip dress intensely stimulating my hormones—my lust surged fiercely within me. After days of pent-up energy, my swollen testicles were now uncontrollable.
I couldn't help but lower my head, gently stroking her soft, smooth hair, and
kissing . My mind was already blurred with burning excitement. I gently turned her over, letting her lie flat on the bed…
The principal was fast asleep due to the drug's effects, her long eyelashes trembling slightly beneath her closed eyes; her rosy lips
were alluring ; her breasts were firm and shapely beneath her nightgown; her long, slender legs were tightly closed, seemingly instinctively protecting her most
alluring private area.
My heart was in turmoil, my rapid pulse pounding so hard I could no longer appreciate it; my entire being was consumed by a desire
to ravage ! A raging lust! An inner hunger! I quickly stripped off my clothes, standing naked by the bed, my penis already hard and erect, eager for battle!
I peeled off the headmistress's nightgown, revealing her beautiful, naked body—her snow-white, full breasts swaying
gently , the cleavage incredibly alluring to my eyes, her mature nipples exuding
the scent of a mature woman; her long, slender thighs were tightly closed, and the thick, dark pubic hair below her abdomen ignited my lust…
I grasped my penis, gently rubbing the throbbing, red glans against the headmistress's soft lips, afraid
to put it in her mouth—if she accidentally bit down in her sleep, it would be disastrous! I slid my penis and glans back and forth across her beautiful face, the flowing fluids wetting her beautiful face.
In her sleep, she softly murmured, gentle and sweet. The pleasurable sensation from my glans made me groan
involuntarily , and I grasped her full breasts, their elasticity so soft and warm! I kneaded her breasts vigorously
, her nipples hardening and erect in my hands. I had aroused
the deepest …
Her long, voluptuous thighs involuntarily opened and closed, her mouth uttering soft, dreamlike moans. I
couldn't resist straddling her, my penis clamped between her legs, the head pressed against
the entrance of her flesh beneath her thick pubic hair. A surge
of intense pleasure, like an electric current, coursed through my body, making me tremble. The woman beneath me wasn't my wife; she was naked, like a lamb to the slaughter. This ignited a powerful excitement and a strong sense of conquest in any man!
I couldn't think straight anymore, no longer caring about the consequences. With a thrust of my hips, my entire penis plunged into the beautiful
headmistress 's body… The head of my penis pushed forward, pumping in and out of her vagina, the overflowing juices reaching
the tender bud of her cervix!
"Oh...oh..." The headmistress seemed to be moaning softly in her sleep due to intense pleasure. The quiet
room was suddenly filled with our moans and gasps, the scent of primal mating, and a faint fragrance of perfume. I
was startled by her moans, thinking she had woken up, and stopped thrusting into her.
She writhed beneath me, squeezing my penis tightly, her buttocks welcoming my thrusts, allowing me to penetrate as deeply as possible with
each ... My penis slid wildly into the headmistress's warm, moist vagina, the glans rubbing
against the depths of her body, bringing intense, primal pleasure.
I vigorously kneaded her breasts, her snow-white, full breasts twisting and deforming in my hands, her nipples peeking
out. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, my tongue sliding in, searching for her moist, soft tongue, entwining with it
, sucking on it. The headmistress murmured softly, "Mmm," her tongue sweet
and smooth in my mouth.
I straddled her body, our lower bodies tightly intertwined in primal intercourse. Her flowing
juices soaked the sheets, her two rosy, tender labia gripping my penis tightly, letting it withdraw...
insert...without...
accompanied by her soul-stirring moans and gasps, intense and stimulating pleasure surged like waves, making my
head burn and swell. Oh! I couldn't help but cheer from the bottom of my heart. This dreamlike moment was blissful, like being in heaven. The woman
I had always dreamed of , so dignified and elegant, was now being crushed and ravaged by me, enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. I
wished time could stand still, could remain at this moment! This moment, when the intense pleasure stimulated every nerve in my body and mind!
My glans was already red from rubbing inside her body, the swelling feeling about to explode. The principal was already
limp beneath me, her breasts swollen with excitement, her nipples erect and hard! Our intertwined bodies
were soaked; she was overflowing with lustful fluids, seemingly having experienced one or two orgasms, and now thirstily awaited
my nourishment and irrigation.
I stopped thrusting, took a pillow, and placed it under her buttocks, elevating her lower body so that her
beautiful, alluring vulva was exposed… “Plop!” I thrust in suddenly, my entire penis plunging in, leaving only my
two swollen testicles dangling outside. The instant my glans entered her cervix, her muscles contracted sharply, clamping
my glans…
“Oh!” I couldn’t help but groan and shout, my testicles overflowing with semen, the scalding hot
semen shooting into her uterus! The intense pleasure of ejaculation caused my penis muscles to spasm, and the orgasm gave me
a brief, drug-induced loss of consciousness, resulting in a blissful, almost divine feeling.
After regaining consciousness, I was limp, lying on top of the headmistress, panting with satisfaction… My pulse was pounding
, and my penis gradually softened and slid out of her vagina… Semen slowly
flowed .
Her labia were slightly parted; a woman's lower body after intercourse is very alluring. Unable to close due to orgasm,
the pink tender flesh of her vulva and the opening were fully exposed, the slowly flowing semen making you feel satisfied and fulfilled by your recent
labor.
I stroked the headmistress's soft, warm breasts, admiring her beautiful body once more, a knowing
smile . The longing and pain of the past few days had completely vanished; now only the intense thrill of this illicit affair remained.
The feeling of having sex with someone else's wife was truly unparalleled in its excitement and bliss!
My hands caressed her smooth, naked body, especially her moist, smooth private area. A primal
urge stirred within me—so I couldn't resist turning her over, making her lie on her side. Her snow-white,
full buttocks swelled my lust, my blood boiled…
I placed my penis in her buttocks, pressing against her anus. My limp penis, recovering from its previous weakness, instantly became erect! The semen and vaginal fluid
from before had already moistened her anus.
The feeling of my glans being tightly enveloped, like a virgin's embrace, was so pleasurable! It gave me the urge to thrust wildly!
However, I remained conscious. If it wasn't a partner I frequently engaged in anal sex with, the first time I penetrated her anus would still be painful. I didn't want to leave any marks…
I tried to control my surging lust, keeping my glans within her beautiful anus, gently
rotating and rubbing. My glans, held tightly, quickly became red and swollen from the friction, and the climax of ejaculation followed, spraying scalding semen into the headmistress's
anus …
"Oh!" I groaned softly, panting, the pleasure of ejaculation sending my body into a frenzy of excitement... I collapsed onto
the principal's soft, warm body... Holding the beautiful principal close, I closed my eyes to rest and recover. I ejaculated twice, my lower body still burning with restless desire...
The only regret was not being able to witness the principal writhing and entwining beneath me, enjoying the ecstasy of sex; I could only ravage and torment her in my dreams. Even so, the intense orgasms and sexual pleasure I had never experienced before still left me intoxicated!
The unfamiliar body and the ecstatic moans and panting, the warmth and smoothness of another woman's body, the conquest and control—this feeling was the most exciting and pleasurable sensation in the world!
Only she and I were in the room, naked on the bed, indulging in the pleasures of love. I kissed the principal's
fragrant naked body, reveling in the pleasure of completely possessing her, floating like a god, intense sexual
satisfaction surging through my entire being like a tidal wave.
After a short rest, I became erect again and began to fuck her wildly once more… After several rounds, her genitals were
incredibly wet from being fucked. Fortunately, there was plenty of lubricant, so there was no redness or swelling. The whole room was filled with
the smell of fresh semen and her vaginal fluids, a primal and sexually arousing aroma.
I was already exhausted from continuous intercourse, my vision blurred and I was tired… Yet I was still reluctant to leave… 'Damn! How many drugs did her husband give her to have her drugged and raped so many times without waking up!' I lay on my back, panting and resting, thinking about this question, and couldn't help but shake my head.
The bed was already a mess. The headmistress was lying on the bed, her legs spread apart… Semen was everywhere under her soft, slender waist and snow-white
, full buttocks… I lit a cigarette and admired the scene before me. My heart was unusually
filled with the satisfaction of revenge. The anger and jealousy over my wife's infidelity seemed to have been balanced now.
Her husband took care of the cleanup. I imagined him walking in, seeing his wife being
drugged and raped , and then carefully cleaning up the scene. I wondered what expression his face would have. I felt
a secret sense of smugness and couldn't help but smile.
After showering and getting dressed, I prepared to leave the room. My testicles were empty of semen, and I felt
refreshed, the aftertaste lingering, though my muscles were a little tired.
I parked my car by the roadside and dialed the man's number. A little while later, he drove over, looking dejected and forlorn.
It seemed he had suffered greatly during my time with his wife! When he gets back and sees his wife being drugged and raped
, will he be even more enraged?
He stood silently by my car window. I took a disc from the glove compartment and handed it to him: "This is
the original disc of my surveillance footage. It recorded for a week, seven discs in total." I paused for a moment: "Each time I finished,
I settled all the accounts between us and left no evidence."
He opened his mouth in surprise, thinking I would give him all the evidence at once! I
snorted said sullenly, "You've been playing with my wife for so long, and I'm only making you pay for it seven times. That's too
lenient with you!"
The man tried to say something cowardly, but I was already impatient to argue with him. Holding his fatal weakness, he had no choice but
to submit to my control. Unless he gave up everything, he would have no chance to regain his dignity as a man.
I started the engine, tossing out a parting shot: "Think it over before you contact me! I always keep my word!" Even from a distance, I could still vaguely see the man standing there, bewildered.
Back home, lying beside my sleeping wife, the images of
my passionate encounter , making it hard to fall asleep… Finally, overwhelming exhaustion overwhelmed me;
my eyes were barely open, but I felt a surge of anticipation, a longing to see the principal the next day. This thought was somewhat
exciting , and I didn't even realize when I finally drifted off to sleep.
The next day, after finally getting off work, I went to the kindergarten early to pick up my wife, secretly hoping to see
the beautiful principal. When I first saw her, I felt guilty, avoiding her gaze, but she was as usual, showing no sign of anything amiss, which reassured me somewhat.
Stealing glances at her full, rounded buttocks, the memory of my semen slowly flowing from her private parts filled me with inexplicable excitement and ecstasy. The warm feeling and pleasure of entering her body spread from below to every cell in my body…
As we chatted and laughed, my penis unconsciously hardened, pressing against my pants, causing me great discomfort. I hastily and embarrassingly fled from
her side.
Just as I expected, the man was completely under my control, eager to end this illicit affair. Over the next
month , he continued to send me text messages, arranging my affair with his wife.
After each ejaculation, I would place a pillow under her buttocks to ensure the semen was deposited into her uterus. What were
the chances We both experienced frequent orgasms; a month was more than enough time to conceive.
I readily gave the man all seven DVDs of secretly filmed videos, watching him let out a long sigh of relief, finally feeling a huge weight lifted from his heart… But he probably never dreamed that I had already planted the seed of pregnancy
in his wife's body . In the days that followed, my life seemed to return to normal. As promised, I stopped making things difficult for that man. The only regret was that he hadn't been punished yet, only his wife had been sacrificed. I couldn't forget the times I enjoyed sex with the kindergarten director; the happiness and joy were indescribable. I kept hoping. What was I hoping for? I waited patiently… I also went to the kindergarten, picking up and dropping off my wife while visiting the beautiful director. As I expected, for a while, I noticed the director seemed a little downcast… I couldn't help but feel secretly delighted. Everything was proceeding according to my plan: she discovered she was pregnant! Overjoyed, she told the man, who, of course, knew perfectly well whose child his wife was carrying, and insisted she have an abortion. She, who desperately wanted the child, couldn't possibly agree, and the two began to argue. The director, already resentful that his wife had become pregnant by another man, couldn't tolerate it and no longer tried to salvage their fractured marriage. Finally, one day, they filed for divorce. After his divorce, the bureau chief was brimming with ambition. Following several meetings with the municipal leadership, his promotion was just a matter of time before the official announcement … However, one day, a secretly filmed video of the bureau chief having an affair while naked surfaced online. The footage was carefully edited, with clear close-ups of the man's face… The sex video completely ruined the bureau chief's career prospects. "What goes around comes around." Although my revenge was shameless and despicable, when dealing with such a heartless, selfish, and scumbag, any means are justified to achieve one's goals! The man's affair video circulated widely online, and he had no face to remain in the city, so he resigned and moved to another city. As for my wife, out of consideration for our years of marriage, I still preserved her dignity by not revealing her identity in the online video. Only on the night the bureau chief's affair was exposed did we have a calm conversation and a peaceful parting. My wife held me tightly, shedding tears of regret all night… But everything was irreversible. Marriage is like a blank sheet of paper, recording every minute of loving companionship and shared journey . That's what makes it a precious record. If everyone scribbles and scribbles on it, leaving it stained, it's just waste paper, only fit for the trash. Like every man, I have subconscious sadistic and perverse tendencies, and I have sexual fantasies. A man can have affairs, but he will never tolerate discovering his wife's infidelity, unless she's unaware. Men are inherently contradictory and strange creatures who think only with their lower bodies. I simply tried to , suppressing my anger and jealousy, and planned my revenge. Three years later, I heard from a friend that my wife had also gone to a distant city, seemingly with him. Hearing this news, I felt completely calm, without a ripple of emotion, because I was walking my son in the garden, playing with him! My son looks a lot like me; his adorable appearance is loved by everyone. When I pick him up from kindergarten, the teachers always say he looks like his mother. I always retort, "Is it because his mother is the principal that you're all flattering her ? I'm so handsome, of course he looks like me!" At this moment, the beautiful principal, smiling happily beside me, takes my hand and says, "Stop being so vain !" She playfully punches me lightly. This is the final step in my revenge plan. With my high intelligence and patience, pursuing a divorced single mother is a piece of cake! Besides, she's carrying my son. After all, because of blood ties, it's easy for me to get close to the baby. I used the baby as a starting point for my pursuit, investing two years of effort and hard work, and finally won her over. Every time I finish making love with my wife, leaving my semen flowing inside her, I believe: Heaven rewards those who persevere, and true love will prevail! [The End]

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