My Wife's Story: Moonlight in the City

My Wife's Story - Moonlight in the City
My
wife is a quiet woman. Besides her job, she focuses on running her small shop, and
her life is quite comfortable. I often tell her she lacks ambition and should work harder to become a
section chief. My wife disagrees, saying, "Actually, it's easy for women to climb the ladder. Just spend more time
drinking with your boss." She adds that someone in her workplace is always with the boss, available at a moment's notice, and her colleagues say she
slept —they say very hurtful things. But I can't do that. She's invited me to dinner a few times, but I haven't gone.
My wife often says, "I have a loving husband, a lovely son, a house, and a car. I'm very content
." Hearing this always touches me. Although I sometimes think my wife is a bit naive, I let her be.
Later, a new leader (the top official) was transferred to my wife's workplace. He probably had a crush on her and
transferred her to the bureau's office as a secretary. He often took her with him when he went to inspect work in the lower levels. My wife and I
lived in different places (it was more than two hours' drive between us). Her boss probably knew we weren't together, and he would often
ask my wife if she needed any help with daily life. Sometimes, after inspections, my wife would be there for dinner, and
he would often urge her to have a drink, but she resolutely refused to drink. Sometimes, the sycophants at the dinner table
would tease my wife and the boss, saying they were a beautiful woman and a heroine. Some of these sycophants even advised my wife to be more attentive to the boss. Some
people even told the Party Secretary to pay more attention to my wife, lest the nights be too long… Whenever someone said this, my wife
would usually remain silent or tell others not to talk nonsense. The leader would chuckle and sometimes pat
my wife on the shoulder, urging her to drink a little. If she really couldn't drink anymore, he would drink for her. Sometimes my wife would reluctantly take a small sip, and
the Party Secretary would generously say, "I'll drink for you!" and snatch my wife's glass and drink it all in one gulp. At this point, the sycophants at the table
would applaud loudly. My wife was very uncomfortable with this atmosphere and often asked the Party Secretary for help. The Party Secretary would laugh
and pat my wife on the shoulder, saying, "It's okay, drinking and eating are unavoidable. Just drink less."
After drinking, they would often go to karaoke. Sometimes my wife would tell me on the phone that she missed me so much right now
and wanted to be with me. Every time, I tell my boss I don't want to go, but he says I have nothing to
do at home anyway. Sometimes, if I say too much, he gets upset. My wife is also afraid of offending him, so
she always goes with me to karaoke. Every time she comes home, she complains to me that she can't stand them. Actually, I know that nothing will
happen ; it's just dancing and stuff. Nothing serious is likely to happen. At most, they might
hug my wife while dancing, or touch her if she holds her too tightly. I comforted her on the phone, saying it's okay, that's
how it is now, just be careful. My wife listened and said she would listen to me, as long as we don't offend the boss.
Suddenly one day, my wife called me and started crying. I asked her what was wrong, and she
choked up on the phone, saying that the Party Secretary criticized her at a meeting, but didn't name names. He said that some comrades weren't serious about their work, weren't
doing their jobs properly, and were even having a second job. My wife said she didn't know what she had done to offend him, why he would
bring . She felt very wronged and cried, begging me to come to her place, saying she just wanted to see me. I was also
a little anxious, so I took two days off and went to see her.
As soon as my wife saw me, her eyes reddened. She said someone told her she might be transferred to a
subordinate unit in the most remote township, and asked me what to do. I said I'd talk about it when I got home that night.
That night, as usual, I held my wife close and climbed onto her. My wife knew what I wanted to do. She pushed
me away, but seeing my longing eyes, she didn't say anything and obediently spread her legs to make it easier for me to enter.
As I thrust into her, I could clearly feel that she was just going through the motions; she barely made any noise. I only saw
her breasts swaying rhythmically with my thrusts. Although she didn't moan, only let out a few soft groans, and her head
was turned to one side, not even looking at me as usual, I was still incredibly aroused. I grabbed her breasts and
thrust wildly, my lustful desire rising again. I thought: if my wife's boss were having sex with her now, she would definitely be like
this, not making a sound, her head turned to one side, not daring to resist—what a wonderful scene! The more I thought about it
, the more excited I became, thrusting and pumping roughly, going all the way in each time. My wife was amazing; she didn't utter a single sound. Finally, I
sighed , buried my face between her breasts, and ejaculated…
My wife pushed me away, took out a tissue, cleaned her genitals, and said softly, "You've had your pleasure now." I
suddenly felt sorry for my wife, so I hugged her and said we should think of a solution together. She nestled against me
like a kitten. I stroked her hair; its faint fragrance was wonderful. Her breasts pressed against my
chest, slightly deformed from the pressure. I said, "How about taking a long leave?" She immediately said no, she definitely could
n't. I then suggested she quit work, but she was reluctant. Finally, we agreed that
she would check the situation at work the next day and let me know what was going on. If possible, she would treat her boss to a meal; whether I would accept would depend on the
situation.
The next day, less than an hour after work, she called me, saying she had asked her boss, who said there was no such
thing and she wouldn't be transferred, and told her to keep up the good work. I couldn't help but scold her for being a fool. How could she ask her boss
directly ? Even if she did, he wouldn't tell her. And then I asked if she needed to treat her boss to a meal. She said
no, she could handle it herself. She was clearly in a good mood. After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly: My silly
wife, can you handle this? Many things are complicated.
Around 4 PM, my wife called again, saying the Party Secretary was having dinner with higher-ups and wouldn't be home. My
lustful desires kicked in again, so I told her I'd offer the leader a toast that evening. My wife happily replied, "Okay,
I'll handle it." As we hung up, she playfully told me to wash up, strip naked, and spread out on the bed in a
"spread-eagle" position while she waited for me to come home.
I went to bed around 9 PM, but she hadn't
returned by then, so I couldn't resist calling. She didn't answer, and I called two or three more times without a response. At this point, I started to get
restless , my mind racing with thoughts: What is my wife doing right now? Is she…? Actually, the thought of my wife and her
leader in a hotel room excited me. The thought of the Party Secretary having sex with her, my wife writhing and moaning beneath him,
inexplicably aroused me. As I thought about it, my penis got hard. I stroked it, imagining
my wife and her leader making love…
Around 11:20, I called my wife again. This time, the phone rang seven or eight times before she answered.
I asked her where she was and when she would be back. She said she hadn't heard my call while in the karaoke bar and
was on her way home. I tried to hear her clearly on the phone; she seemed to be in a quiet place, not on the street or
in a karaoke bar. It sounded like she was in a quiet room. She quickly finished speaking and hung up. I
started to think : she might have gone to a hotel with her boss. I was somewhat certain because I
often went to those quiet places (I've even gone to prostitutes when my wife wasn't around). I felt a pang of sadness, but to be honest, I felt more of a
thrill from satisfying my lust for my wife. I even regretted not going to check on her. I decided to wait and try to get
information out of my stupid wife later, and then wait for her to come home from bed.
Half an hour later, I heard my wife come home. She went straight to take a shower after entering the house, without even taking a bathrobe. After
showering came into the room naked. I thought to myself, "That little slut is probably afraid I'll find out something, so she's destroying the evidence
." But I asked her, "What are we doing tonight?" She said, "We'll go to karaoke after dinner, and then she'll come back. She didn't
hear ." I deliberately asked, "Why was it so quiet when I called you earlier?" She said, "There weren't many people on the street,
so it was quiet." I was certain my wife had been in a hotel room, because my silly wife can't lie; when she lies,
she avoids eye contact. And she wasn't looking at me now. Plus, she went to shower without even taking off her clothes.
I was even more certain she'd been with her boss. I got excited again and asked her a few more questions. She got a little
impatient and said she was sleepy and wanted to go to bed.
But I was aroused by her and wanted to get to the bottom of things, but I was afraid she'd get angry. So I turned her around and said, "
Didn't you tell me to strip naked and wait for you in a spread-eagle position?" My wife, perhaps feeling guilty or ashamed,
whispered in my arms, "Honey, I love you." Then she got up, knelt between my legs, and began to give me
a blowjob .
I stroked her hair, watching her intently lick my glans with her tongue,
occasionally sucking hard, her head bobbing up and down. I wondered if she had just
been giving her boss oral sex like that. Lost in these thoughts, my wife smiled gently and said, "Honey, you're impotent
; you can't get hard." After my wife finished speaking, she suddenly took my penis into her mouth again and vigorously gave me a blowjob. I looked at
my wife, whose face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and thought to myself as I watched. My penis slowly swelled and hardened in my wife's mouth.
My wife used all her skills, sucking and licking my penis, her hair becoming a little messy. After giving me oral sex for five or six
minutes, seeing that I was too hard to resist, she got up, smiled seductively at me, climbed on top of me, and
slowly sat down in the cowgirl position.
"Mmm"... My wife let out a muffled groan, completely sitting on my lower abdomen, completely
embracing me. To be honest, I was very familiar with my wife's body, even the tightness of her vagina.
After my wife completely clamped my penis, she closed her eyes and began to move up and down. Looking at my wife's flushed
face and her breasts swaying back and forth, I imagined her having sex with her boss. I
grabbed her swaying breasts with both hands and rubbed them hard. My wife screamed wildly, her buttocks spinning and
shaking I grabbed her breasts and twisted my waist hard, my penis
moving back and forth inside her vagina. This was the position my wife couldn't stand the most. In just a minute or two, my wife couldn't take it anymore. She
screamed and collapsed on top of me. My wife had an orgasm. I pulled out my penis, flipped over and pinned my wife beneath me
, hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, and started fucking her again with great fervor. My wife's body was completely limp, responding to
my thrusts while calling out "husband, husband" incessantly. I thrust hard for a while, then told my wife to lie face down, and I fucked her from
behind arms were weak, and the front half of her body lay on the bed, only her white
, tender buttocks raised high, welcoming my thrusts again and again. After a while, my wife said in a soft voice, "Husband, I'm
out of strength, I can't lie down anymore..." So I put my wife face up on the bed, told her to spread her legs as wide as possible, and continued
thrusting into her. My wife's cries grew louder and louder, as if she was cheering me on. I listened to my wife's wanton moans. I
recalled the scene of her with the leader, and I imagined that lewd scene. Looking at my wife moaning beneath me,
I suddenly imagined myself as that leader, having sex with my wife right now. I used the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one,
thrusting hard into my wife. My wife cried out loudly, as if only in this way could she express her pleasure. After dozens of thrusts,
I thrust my penis deep into my wife's vagina, no longer thrusting, but forcefully circling it deep inside her vagina.
My wife moaned and used her hands to lift her legs, trying to let me penetrate even deeper. I vigorously
circled, sometimes even writing, while my wife desperately spread her legs, moaning, and arching her upper body upwards, revealing her
soft breasts. The room was hunched over by my weight, like a deformed bun. My wife moaned and gasped for breath,
her face flushed. Suddenly, her body tensed, trembling all over. With each thrust and circle
, she climaxed again… Now, her hair was disheveled, her mouth uttering incoherent cries, her legs spread wide,
her breasts red from my caresses. Watching her wantonness, imagining her wantonness,
I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her… My
wife was exhausted and stopped wiping, letting the white fluid flow from her. She
clung tightly to me, not letting me get off her, biting my earlobe and whispering, "Honey, you're so strong." I slowly
went limp, trying to pull my penis out of her vagina, but she quickly grabbed me, saying, "Don't come out, don't
move, let's sleep like this." I gently kissed my wife's hair and eyes, inhaling her fragrance. She
then slipped her tongue into my mouth, and we kissed passionately…
The next morning, my wife went to work. I had a day off, nothing to do, so I wandered the streets. Suddenly,
I wanted to find out if my wife was having an affair with her boss, so I called her, saying I had an urgent matter and needed to go back. I parked the car
in a parking lot and hid a short distance from her dormitory. After work, my wife came home promptly. A while later, she
ordered takeout. Around 7 pm, she still hadn't left, so I felt a little relieved and drove home. I checked online
and saw my wife was online. We video-chatted, and she was at home. We made out on the computer for a bit, and then she logged off.
I still feel that my wife and her boss had that kind of thing that day, and that her boss would definitely want to see my
wife again. No man who gets my wife once wouldn't let her go, and my lovely, silly wife is afraid of her boss…
So I decided to pay attention to my wife's changes. After a few days, she seemed pretty much the same as usual,
calling and mostly staying home in the evenings. Sometimes when I called her while she was at work, she would
hesitate, perhaps because her boss was bothering her. Her makeup and clothes were the same as usual. But after a while,
she seemed very busy and often wouldn't answer my calls, only calling back later. I guessed their
relationship might have progressed further, since I wasn't around. Then one weekend, I deliberately said I wouldn't go home,
but . I called her to ask what she was doing,
and she said she was working overtime. I waited for over two hours before my wife finally came out. A few minutes later, her boss also came out
, but by then my wife had already gone far away. I didn't know where she had gone, so I followed her boss. Later, I saw
her boss go directly to a hotel. I called home, but no one answered. I called my wife, and she said she
was still working overtime in the office. I guessed that my wife must also be in the hotel, so I patiently waited in the shadows. More than an hour
later, her boss came out and left. About 20 minutes later, my wife also hurriedly came out of the hotel
...
Seeing this scene, my mind went blank. My lovely wife had really cheated on me. In that instant,
the scene of my wife and her boss having an affair in the hotel immediately flashed into my mind. But to be honest, I wasn't
angry . On the contrary, I had a strange feeling: I love my wife very much, and my wife loves me very much.
I had taken my wife to threesomes and swapping twice before, but this was the first time my wife had cheated on me. I had fantasized countless times about my wife
having sex with someone else while I sat on the sidelines and watched. Some readers might not understand my feelings and think that this kind of behavior
is unfaithful to their marriage, and they can't comprehend my emotions. But I genuinely enjoy watching my wife being fucked by other men
. I've even had the extremely perverse
thought of my wife being a prostitute, working the streets every day, or being fucked by twenty or thirty migrant workers. Maybe I really am sick, but I can't control this sexual urge after cuckolding my wife.
I called my wife, and she said she was home. I told her I would be back the next day, and she agreed. The next
morning, I bought a desk lamp with surveillance equipment at a place that sells surveillance equipment. It could record images for 7 hours and
audio for 12 hours, and it cost 680 yuan. I brought it home and put it in front of the computer, facing the bed. My wife didn't seem to care,
only saying that the style I bought was ugly. So I carried out my plan.
Because I could only record for 7 hours, I turned on the surveillance camera around 7 PM on the night I left. So, I could only record
7 hours on the night I left each day; I couldn't record on other days. Every week when I went home, I would secretly watch the footage,
but I never noticed anyone coming to my house 7 hours after the day I left. During those two months, I
secretly admired my wife countless times. Sometimes she would be on the phone in bed, but not with me; she would be laughing and chatting,
quite happy. Sometimes she would receive a text message and send it while laughing. And once, my silly wife came in
naked and looked at herself in the mirror. She even held her breasts in her hands and
compared them in front of the mirror, which made me laugh. It wasn't until more than 10 days later that I finally got the picture I wanted to take
...
It was a Wednesday. My wife said she had to accompany the secretary to the township in the afternoon, so I immediately drove to her place. Around 7 p.m.
, I called her and she said she was having dinner. I told her to drink less, and she said "okay," adding that she
would be back soon. My wife had no idea I would come to her place. I got home around 9 p.m. and saw that the lights were off, so I quietly
opened the door. The door was locked from the outside, proving that no one was inside. I went in, turned on the security camera, and left.
Around 10 p.m., I saw my wife return in a taxi. There was someone in the car. After getting out, my wife greeted the person in the car and
went upstairs. The taxi drove a few dozen meters, before it disappeared from my sight, then turned around and drove back.
The person who got out was indeed my wife's boss. He looked around after getting out and went upstairs to my wife's apartment. The hallway
lights are motion-activated. Based on the changes in the lights, I could tell that she had gone up to the third floor and then entered the room.
I was thrilled: the long-awaited moment was finally about to happen. I controlled my wildly beating heart and stared at my
home. My apartment is on the third floor, and from where I was, I could see the living room and bathroom. I saw the living room light
was on; my wife was probably in the living room with her boss. I wondered what they were doing. After waiting for more than 30 minutes, just
as I was getting impatient, the bathroom light came on. I was frantic: who was taking a
shower her boss, or were they taking a bath together? I let my mind wander for more than 10
minutes. Then the bathroom light went out, and I rushed to the back of my wife's building, where I could see the bedroom. Sure enough, the bedroom
light was on. My blood was boiling; I knew my wife and her boss were in the bedroom. I smoked
more than 10 cigarettes down there, imagining them having a good time up there while I watched from below, picturing my wife being dominated by her boss
. My penis was hard.
About 20 minutes later, I deliberately called my wife. She didn't answer the first time, so I called again,
three times in a row, before she finally answered. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was asleep. It was very quiet around her, and her
voice sounded a little breathless and weak, like someone carrying a heavy load. I suppressed my lust,
said a few words, and hung up. My penis was painfully hard, and after anxiously waiting for a few minutes, I
called . This time, my wife spoke very urgently, her voice was rapid, and she kept trying to hang up. I
deliberately teased her, talking to her for almost three minutes. She kept moaning and groaning as she spoke,
it felt like she was being fucked while talking to me. I could feel her trying hard to control her tone and breathing.
After the call, I thought my wife's boss was pretty aggressive. He was fucking my wife while she was talking to me,
not afraid of me finding out. Maybe that's the thrill of fucking someone else's wife—fucking my wife while she talks to me on the phone,
that's the most exciting thing.
After midnight, the light in my wife's bedroom went out. I waited a while, thinking of going upstairs to check on her, but I felt
bad about being seen by others. At the same time, my penis was painfully hard, so I booked a hotel room. Since my penis was too hard, I called a prostitute
and imagined her as my wife. I pinned her down on the bed and had a wild time with her. While I was having sex with the prostitute, my wife
called . Hearing my wife's voice made me even more vigorous, making the prostitute scream and shout. Finally
, I finished the battle in my wife's sexual fantasy with her boss...
The next day, while my wife was at work, I secretly went home to take the chip, returned to my house, connected the computer, and
watched my wife's performance with her boss the night before.
The seller boasted about the 5-megapixel camera when I bought it, but it wasn't. It was still fairly clear because
the lighting was good and we were close together, but the sound wasn't great. I couldn't see the shower scene earlier, only
the later part …
My wife and her boss entered the bedroom together, both naked. They were probably taking
a bath together . After entering, her boss casually lay down on the bed where my wife and I sleep and make love,
lit a cigarette, and turned on the TV, acting like he was the master of the room. My wife
didn't get on the bed but fiddled with things in front of the mirror. It seemed like this wasn't their first time; she
didn't seem shy at all, and both seemed quite relaxed. After the man finished his cigarette, my wife got on the bed. The boss
said something to her, and she smiled and shook her head. The boss patted my wife's soft, white buttocks, then
rolled over and lay on top of her, and she sat on his buttocks, massaging him. The wife in the video is beautiful. She had just
showered and washed her hair, which was casually tied up. Her not-too-large breasts
jiggled with her movements, giving her a pretty and cute, petite womanly look. The wife diligently massaged the boss's head and
shoulders for a few minutes, teasing him as she did so. The boss then turned over, his
erect penis raised high, and asked my wife to massage his front. My wife smiled and massaged his front a few more times. While
enjoying the massage, the boss kneaded her jiggling breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples.
My wife laughed and dodged. Looking at his beautiful and alluring wife, the boss couldn't resist any longer. He sat up,
placed her on the bed, spread her legs, and began giving her oral sex… The video only shows my wife's
mouth wide open, moaning. The boss, perhaps skilled with his tongue, pressed his head against her legs,
spreading them wide. He kept licking my wife's genitals, and she writhed as if in great discomfort. Sometimes she spread
her legs, sometimes she clamped them together, tightly gripping his head. Her hands roamed over her breasts and his
head . He patiently licked for several minutes, and then stood up as my wife reached ecstasy. My wife
, her eyes glazed and her hair disheveled, got up too, knelt before him, and skillfully
grabbed his erect penis, taking it into her mouth and giving him oral sex. The scene was now that
the boss was standing on the bed, and my wife was kneeling, performing oral sex on him from top to bottom and inside to outside. She would occasionally
take his testicles into her mouth and then spit them out, giving him oral sex with all her heart. My wife had been giving me oral sex for almost 10
minutes. Then my boss pressed her down on the bed and started giving her oral sex again. He probably really enjoys playing with my
wife's genitals. My wife was moaning and groaning as he licked her. He seemed to be an experienced man. When
my wife was completely lost in the pleasure of being licked, he calmly got up, took his hard, shiny penis,
and thrust it into her... My wife
let out a moan and tightly hugged the man on top of her, thrusting her hips upwards to receive his
thrusts. He pounced on my wife like a tiger, thrusting dozens of times. When my wife regained some of her senses, he stopped thrusting,
pressed her head down, and started kissing her... Just then, the phone rang for my wife. I saw both of them
stop what they were doing on the screen. My wife picked up the phone, glanced at it, and didn't answer. The phone rang a few more times. My wife spoke
a few words , then answered my call. While my wife was on the phone, her boss was still on top of her, his hands and mouth constantly
kneading and sucking on her breasts. My wife was talking to me while pushing
her boss . My wife quickly hung up the phone, smiled at her boss, and then pressed his head against her chest,
letting him suck on her nipples to his heart's content. The two of them quickly forgot about my call and changed positions. My wife was lying on
the bed , her sexy little buttocks raised high, and her boss was kneeling behind her, penetrating her from behind. There was
another storm of thrusting, as if he wanted to devour my wife, pounding violently. After a while,
my second call came in... My wife grabbed the phone beside her, turned her head to tell her boss not to move, and
started talking . The boss grinned wickedly, still thrusting into his wife from behind, though with much less force. At this moment,
his wife looked incredibly sexy and adorable. She was propped up on the bed with one elbow, holding the phone in the other
, talking to me. Her hair was completely messy. As she spoke, because the boss was still thrusting into her from behind,
her whole body swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his thrusts, her breasts
bouncing wildly up, down, left, and right. She had to talk to me while receiving his thrusts, maintaining her balance with one hand, and
trying to control her breathing as much as possible. My wife was really in a difficult position, afraid I'd overhear something. After we
finished talking, she threw her phone down and immediately started moaning loudly again
. My
husband laughed and slapped her raised buttocks hard. Perhaps stimulated by the phone call, he thrust violently for a while before ejaculating inside her...
After ejaculating, he lay down on the bed. My wife quickly took out some tissues and wiped herself clean. My husband
smiled said something to her. She gave a coquettish laugh and grabbed his still-erect penis,
putting it in her mouth. My husband lay comfortably on the bed, holding his wife's hair. My wife, head bowed, diligently and meticulously
gave my boss a blowjob, licking his penis clean. Afterwards, she wiped it with a tissue.
My boss pulled her into his arms, and they chatted and laughed. While talking, my boss
played with my wife's breasts. After a while, the phone rang again. My boss answered and said
a few words , then prepared to get up. My wife playfully resisted, clinging to my boss's waist, not letting him leave. My boss turned back
, smiled, and said a few more words to my wife, kissing her a few times. My wife let go, and my boss left.
After he left, my wife seemed a little bored. She lay naked on the bed, without a blanket
, randomly flipping through TV channels. After a while, she picked up the phone again and talked to someone for a few minutes
. I guessed she was talking to my boss who had just left. After hanging up, my wife called me.
At that time, I was in a hotel, having sex with a prostitute. After my wife called me, she watched TV for a while,
got up, drank some water, took a shower, made another call after showering, and then turned off the lights and went to sleep.
After reading this part, there's basically nothing more. I was burning with lust, wanting to grab my wife and have my way with her right away
, but I didn't feel any anger at all, only a satisfying pleasure of cuckolding. My crotch...
My insides were soaking wet. I finally satisfied my desire to sit on the sidelines and watch my wife being watched by others. Although I wasn't there at the time,
the excitement and pleasure were still great. My wife doesn't know I know any of this yet, and our relationship is still
very good . My wife is still as slutty and wanton as ever when we make love. Every time I make love with my wife, I imagine her and
my boss in this situation. Just thinking about it makes me hard immediately, and I last a long time. My wife often has
multiple orgasms from me. Sometimes she jokes that I'm on drugs because I'm not this good before. But I don't tell
my wife the truth. I'll watch again if I have the chance. It would be
even better if I could watch my wife being fucked by another man in person. Some friends might think I'm sick or a pervert, but I really do have this special
fetish . My wife is beautiful, sexy, cute, and sometimes even a little silly. I
am a man with a deep cuckold's desire but who also deeply loves his wife...

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