Revenge for Wife's Infidelity

Revenge for Wife's Infidelity [
Part 1

] When I got home, it was already 12:30 AM. My wife was taking a shower. I quietly closed the door and went into the bedroom. I don't know how to describe my feelings; I just sat on the bed. I looked up at the person in the mirror. The person in the mirror looked so gloomy, haggard, and lost.
I don't know if I'm a good person or a bad person now, but I'm sure I'm living in the shadows. Because I can't see the sunlight in my world now…
Four hours ago, I hid in the Volkswagen Santana at work and watched my wife and a man go into a KTV; at midnight, my wife and that man came out together, embracing like lovers. My wife nestled in the man's arms like a little bird, her face full of satisfaction and sweetness.
I knew that man; he was the deputy director of Bureau A, where my wife worked. He was in his thirties, over 1.8 meters tall, with a straight posture, handsome and fair-skinned, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and had a refined and mature air about him. I remember his surname was Qin. My wife was wearing a fashionable short skirt suit, something she rarely wore. The style was daring; the neckline of her tight-fitting top was very low, and the neckline of her blouse underneath was also open, almost revealing the cleavage of her full breasts.
Her full, long legs were encased in sexy black nylon stockings, and she wore black low-cut pointed-toe high-heeled boots, exuding a sexy and glamorous mature woman's charm. I never knew my wife could be so sexy and alluring; had I just not noticed before, or had she never shown it to me?
As they walked arm in arm toward the man's blue karaoke room, I saw his hand slide down my wife's waist to her buttocks, subtly lifting the hem of her short skirt and reaching inside.
In the light of the karaoke room's colorful lights, I could see the wide black trim on her stockings—plain black nylon, without any embellishments or cutouts. Above that was her snow-white thigh skin and black garter belts. The man's hand continued to lift her legs, gradually revealing her beautiful legs completely.
Her long, slender, white legs were encased in sexy black stockings and high heels. My wife shyly removed his hand and got into the car. A woman wearing such sexy black stockings is simply meant to be seen by men, but unfortunately, I, her husband, would never get to see it. My wife had never worn such sexy stockings and lingerie in front of me, yet I, a man other than her husband, enjoyed this privilege.
I waited until they had driven a few hundred meters before slowly following behind. The car turned into a small alley ahead. I slowly drove over and found the car parked on the side of the alley, but neither of them got out.
I couldn't see what they were doing, but I could imagine; perhaps the man's hands were lewdly parting my wife's stockinged legs, perhaps my wife was wantonly sucking his erect penis; perhaps the two were moaning and panting lasciviously, their bodies intertwined. I dialed my wife's cell phone. It wasn't off, and after several rings, I heard her voice.
Her voice sounded flustered and slightly breathless. I tried to listen, but I couldn't hear the man's voice. Perhaps my call had affected their emotions. My wife asked what was wrong, and I asked where she was. She said she had just come from a classmate's house and was walking back. I said I would pick her up and asked where she was.
She nervously said no need, that she was in a taxi. I said it was getting late and we should go home quickly, and then I hung up. Nothing else happened. The man took her home and left. I deliberately lagged behind her by twenty minutes before entering the house. "Where have you been? Why aren't you home?" came a voice behind me. My wife had finished showering and came up behind me
in her bathrobe.
"Ah, a friend just asked me to go out for a chat..." I made up an excuse, but my wife didn't seem to care. After lying down on the bed, she said, "Go take a shower." "Okay..." The showerhead gently prickled my skin. I leaned weakly against the tiled wall. I used to think that nothing in this world could break me, but I have to admit that today I felt a bit overwhelmed.
I vaguely heard my wife's phone beeping with text messages, maybe from that man. But I knew that even if I secretly checked my wife's phone, it would be useless. She was very careful; all the messages she sent and received had been deleted cleanly, not a single one. Actually, I'd been watching her for a long time. For a while, she always made excuses to come home late, and when I called, she either didn't answer or took a long time to answer. But I never believed she would cheat on me, until today...
When I came out of the bathroom, my wife was already asleep. Looking at her, my heart felt like it was churning with pain.
I'm twenty-nine this year, and my wife is four years older than me. Back then, it took me a tremendous amount of effort to win her over from
someone else . We both worked in government agencies; my wife was the deputy director of the office in Bureau A,
and after I was discharged from the army, I became a lowly section chief in Bureau B. In this city, we were considered
a middle-class family, each earning a little over a thousand yuan a month, living off our parents' savings, adhering to a
monotonous schedule, and leading a quiet, uneventful life.
My wife was incredibly beautiful. Although she was over thirty, age hadn't diminished her beauty; instead, it had
added a mature and alluring charm. Her skin was still fair and supple, her full, large
breasts remained firm, and her figure could put most younger women to shame—
like the mature actress Tachibana Riko in Japanese AV, exuding a captivating, sexy goddess aura.
Many friends said I might not be able to keep such a wife, but I believed in our love. I believed we would never betray each other; I even thought that if such a situation arose, it might be me. But I never imagined that my wife would be the one to do this first. I feel sorrow…
I don't know why she cheated on me, and I don't want to know now. I don't know what to do now; I even feel like screaming. The lewd image of a man's hands caressing his wife's sexy stockings and inner thighs keeps flashing through my mind; I don't dare confront my wife because I don't dare let her know I discovered her affair.
I don't know why I don't dare, I just don't dare. But it feels like a huge stone is pressing on my heart, suffocating me to the point of madness. I wish I hadn't discovered this. Really, sometimes it's better to live a little more oblivious; a simple life is always happier.
In the end, I just slept next to her. My wife habitually snuggled under my arm, her favorite spot. She once said she loved sleeping under my arm, feeling safe and secure. This time, I turned away, silently shedding tears…
I don't know when I fell asleep; my wife woke me up in the morning. After breakfast, looking at my wife neatly dressed in her company's custom-made business suit, her beautiful figure and mature, delicate face, I suddenly felt a surge of desire. I asked her, "Anything planned for tonight?" "What's up?" My wife was applying light lipstick in front of the mirror.
"Nothing, just wanted to have dinner with you, and then go see a movie," I said gently. I couldn't remember speaking to her like this since we got married. Marriage, desire, and passion had gradually faded in the daily grind. We married for love, and now we maintain our love through marriage.
My wife turned to look at me with surprise; perhaps she saw something long forgotten in my eyes. "Aren't you going to play your game?" she asked, referring to WoW. "Don't you have time...?" If I keep playing, I'll be a coward. This stupid game takes up most of my free time. I remember sometimes my wife asked me to go out and play with her, but I couldn't find the time. Maybe that's when Director Qin took advantage of the situation. If I could spend more time with my wife, maybe this wouldn't have happened...
"Okay, we'll see..." My wife hesitated slightly, perhaps she and Director Qin had plans for the evening. "Call me after work, I'll pick you up." I felt like I was back in the days when I was pursuing her. "What's wrong? Is something wrong today? Is it a special day?" My wife clearly sensed the difference in me.
"Nothing, I just missed you... I love you." I blurted out this out of the blue. My wife paused, my words carrying so much meaning. Perhaps she understood, perhaps she didn't, but I saw warmth in her eyes, as if the passionate love of our past had returned. "Okay, I'll wait for you..."
I was distracted at work all day, constantly thinking about what would happen tonight, my mind in turmoil. After all, my beloved wife had been through this; for a man to remain calm would be either a eunuch or a saint. I'm neither a eunuch nor a saint.
Since I can't confront my wife about this, I have to compromise. I will win back her heart with my actions. As for the past, as long as it doesn't happen again, I'll pretend I don't know. After all, I bear some responsibility for my wife's infidelity.
Since I can't hurt her, I can only hurt myself. I believe there's still a chance to salvage our relationship...
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I deliberately left work half an hour early that afternoon, driving my Peugeot 206 (bought on loan) to my wife's workplace. Then, I decided to park in a spot on a street corner, got out, and walked through an alley back to the vicinity of her workplace, waiting for her at the alley entrance.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, a group of men and women came out. I saw Director Qin and my wife among them, seemingly talking as they walked. My heart jumped, but they said goodbye at the roadside, and Director Qin drove off in his blue Teana. My wife took out her phone and called me. My
heart relaxed, even feeling a little relieved. It seemed I had won this round. My wife asked where I was on the phone, and I said I'd be there soon, telling her not to worry and to wait for me. I went back to my car, but found that besides relief, I also felt a pang of regret. What I
was regretting, after much thought, I realized, was not witnessing any infidelity between Director Qin and his wife. Perhaps that's what made me even more suspicious. Maybe they didn't have any plans for today, maybe his wife told him I was meeting her, so they changed the date, or maybe they thought I might be nearby, which is why they weren't as affectionate.
I even regretted why Director Qin didn't force his wife to cancel my date, why he didn't use a strong approach to declare war on me openly. Today he could choose to retreat temporarily, perhaps saving his attack for tomorrow. Like guerrilla warfare, he works with his wife every day, always finding an opportunity when I'm off guard.
His retreat today precisely shows that he hasn't given up. This kind of person who knows how to attack indirectly is the most terrifying opponent. He'll keep me up at night…
"Where are we going today? I turned down a colleague's invitation to go to karaoke with me to be with you. Don't disappoint me tonight." His wife sat next to me, looking ahead, her tone seemingly indifferent. "Don't worry, honey, I'm so glad you came..." We
were at a Western restaurant near the pedestrian street, the place where I first took her out to eat and proposed. We were sitting at the same table as before. "What's wrong with you today? We haven't been here in so long," my wife asked, her tone questioning, but her eyes betrayed her. She was happy, surprised, and made no attempt to hide her feelings for me.
"I was just thinking about our past, how sweet we were together back then..." My wife didn't speak, seemingly also reminiscing about those times. "I love you..." I whispered my feelings to her. My wife blushed, shyly lowering her head like a little girl.
"I haven't done enough these past two years. Can you forgive me? I won't play those games anymore. Are you willing to give me a chance to correct my mistakes?" "What's wrong with you? You're my husband! Why are you saying all this? Forgive me or not?"
"It's nothing. I just suddenly realized what a man should do. I've given too little to this family. I want to change myself, for you, for this family. I hope we can grow old together hand in hand. This is my true feeling..." "I love you, husband..." My wife gently squeezed my hand.
During the meal, my wife's phone received two text messages. I don't know if they were from Director Qin, but my wife just glanced at them and didn't react in any way. After the meal, she went to the restroom. It took a long time; I don't know if she was calling Director Qin back.
When we got home, the door closed, and I gently hugged my wife from behind. She leaned softly against me. My hands were around her lower abdomen, gently caressing her through her clothes. My wife closed her eyes, letting my hands roam over her body. My hands unbuttoned her clothes, gently kneading her full, round breasts. My wife let out soft moans. She writhed, "Don't rush...let's take a shower first..."
"Let's shower after we've done it." I buried my face in her neck, sucking on her snow-white skin. "No...let's shower first..." My wife was adamant, pushing me away and going into the bathroom. Reluctantly, I took off my clothes and waited for her on the bed. Actually, I prefer to have sex before showering; I love her natural scent. But she insists on showering before sex, and she never wears sexy lingerie that arouses a man's desire, saying those things are vulgar. In my heart, she
's like a sacred goddess, and I can only go along with her wishes. My mind drifted back to the black stockings she wore that day, and to the hand that Director Qin had slipped under her skirt. My wife came out, wearing a bathrobe. She pushed me into the bathroom, and I quickly showered and came out; she was already lying on the bed.
"Honey, can you put on some underwear and stockings so I can see?" I asked. "Why not? I'll feel really uncomfortable, and I'll get my clothes dirty," my wife clearly refused. "Then give me a blowjob..." I wanted to ask for something more, but my wife turned her face away, as if she was angry.
"Do you think I'm one of those porn stars on your computer?" I didn't say anything more, and slowly climbed onto the bed. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, alright? I was just kidding..." I took her lips in mine. At first, she didn't react, but then she slowly started to cooperate. I kissed her from her lips to her eyes, then her nose, her ears, and then her neck.
My hands roamed all over her body, and her nipples were already erect. "Mmm... hurry up..." My wife's breathing became a little rapid, urging me on. I wanted to caress her a little longer, but my wife seemed impatient. "Hurry up and put on a condom..."
"Let's not use a condom today..." "No, you have to!" It seemed my wife wasn't giving me any room for negotiation. Reluctantly, I found a condom and put it on. My wife's hand stroked my semi-erect penis, slowly trying to insert it. It slipped out the first time, but went in smoothly the second time. I lay on top of my wife and started thrusting.
My wife's vagina didn't seem very wet, but it was enough for me to go in and out. The tight, warm embrace quickly made my penis fully erect, and I thrust rapidly into her body, my penis pumping inside her. My wife's eyes were half-closed, emitting low moans, lying with her legs spread, holding onto my arms, swaying her body with my thrusts, enjoying the service I was providing.
I didn't penetrate very deeply, but the frequency was fast, relying entirely on friction to arouse pleasure. My wife's moans were always suppressed; she never made a sound during sex. No matter how pleasurable it was, she would only breathe heavily in low voices and at most hold me tightly.
I felt my wife getting wetter, and I started thrusting harder. I straightened up, spread her legs as wide as possible, and swayed my hips, letting her feel my impact and friction. Her breasts swayed with her movements, creating waves of milk. I watched with longing, reached out and grabbed them, kneading them forcefully.
After a while of vigorous thrusting, I leaned down, squeezing her full breasts, and placed my hands behind her back, kneading her plump buttocks. At the same time, I slowed the pace and increased the depth, trying to penetrate her completely each time.
My wife's breathing became heavier. I thrust a few times, then stopped and wriggled my hips a few times, letting my penis churn inside her, triggering her sensitive spots. The rhythmic contractions of her tender, mucous membranes scraped against my shaft, sending waves of pleasure through my testicles. I held her tightly and launched into my final thrust.
After a few forceful thrusts, I pushed all the way in, my penis throbbing as I ejaculated. My wife held me tightly at the moment of my ejaculation, and even after I finished, she continued to wriggle her hips around me, finally letting out a breath after about ten seconds, her breathing gradually returning to normal.
I slowly withdrew from my wife, rolled over and lay on my side, feeling a little empty inside…
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For the next few days, I made excuses to see my wife every day, sometimes during lunch break, sometimes after work. Once, I even bought flowers and delivered them to her office. My wife was surprised by my attentiveness, but also quite proud in front of her colleagues.
Almost a month passed like this, and I felt that my relationship with my wife was rapidly warming up. I also secretly followed her a few more times but didn't find anything.
My mood had basically improved. After all, that day I only saw some hand and foot movements; perhaps their relationship only went as far as that, I told myself. I was sure that was it, and I was glad I had saved my marriage in time.
It was July 11th, my birthday. When I went to work, my wife gave me a passionate kiss. "Honey, let's eat at home tonight. I'll take a day off and come home early; I'll cook for you." My wife looked especially radiant and beautiful today, full of alluring charm, probably due to our tenderness last night.
I felt a warm and blissful feeling; this was my wife. I put my arm around her waist and gently kissed her. I was determined to come home tonight, no matter what. When I got to work, several familiar faces invited me out for dinner, but I declined them all, proudly announcing that I'd be eating at home.
Around 2 PM, I went to a certain bureau to take care of some business. I stood in the third-floor corridor, waiting for a section chief to return and stamp my documents. Standing there was boring, so I leaned against the window and looked outside. It was a commercial street, bustling with traffic. Bored, I was looking for pretty women. It was mid-July, and the weather was already warm; the women on the street were dressed lightly, their fair arms and legs and sexy short skirts quite a sight.
Finally, the section chief appeared at the stairwell. He waved to me as he walked, "Old Liu, sorry, sorry, kept you waiting. Something came up, something came up." My attention was focused on the view outside the window, my heart pounding, staring at the opposite side of the street. I didn't snap out of my reverie until the section chief was right in front of me.
"Old Liu, can I see what you need?" I placed the things on his desk, telling him I'd come back for them later; it was urgent. I hurried downstairs and crossed the street. There was a hotel diagonally opposite, and I saw the blue Teana in the parking lot.
Arriving in the lobby, I looked around, then took out my phone and pretended to answer a call. I slowly approached the hotel reception desk. "Hello, Director Qin, I've arrived. I'm at the S Hotel now. What room are you in? Hello, are you in the elevator?" I asked the receptionist. "Excuse me, could you please ask which room the gentleman who just checked in is in?"
"Oh, Director Qin, he's in room 1236." Director Qin seemed familiar; the receptionists all knew him quite well. "Okay, thank you." I got into the elevator, my heart pounding. I felt tense, angry, afraid, excited, pained, and desperately wanting to know the truth.
Just now, I saw Director Qin's blue Teana drive into the hotel parking lot, and then Director Qin and his wife got out and entered the hotel one after the other as if they didn't know each other. At that moment, I felt my body trembling slightly, and the suffocating feeling in my chest was about to explode.
When I reached the twelfth floor, I found room 1236, but the door was closed. The floors above the tenth were business floors, mostly suites. I listened intently to the door for a while, but couldn't hear anything. I paced anxiously outside, racking my brains for a solution, but to no avail. I was so frustrated I wanted to kick the door open.
After more than twenty minutes of this, to avoid attracting attention, I slowly walked down the corridor, pretending to be on my phone. Just then, a saleswoman came out from the end of the corridor, and I boldly called out to her. "Miss, could you open the door for me? I left my key card in the room."
Normally I wouldn't take such a risk, but now I was reckless. It turned out to be completely uneventful. The saleswoman, seeing my suit and tie, didn't think much of it and simply inserted her general-purpose card into the door. I said thank you, and she smiled and said, "You're welcome, sir."
I watched the saleswoman walk away, my hand on the doorknob. I felt a tingling sensation on my face, something that happens when I get really excited. My scalp also tingled. I slowly turned the doorknob. The suite didn't have a bedroom in sight; the entrance led to a living room. The soft carpet kept me from making any noise. I closed the door slightly and immediately heard familiar, lewd panting and moaning.
My mind went completely blank, as if struck by lightning. My body trembled uncontrollably. For a moment, I felt unreal, as if I had become air, as if I wasn't even standing on solid ground, and I couldn't hear anything.
When I came to my senses, I realized my fists were clenched so tightly I felt like I was about to crush my knuckles. I quietly approached the bedroom and stood next to the sofa in the living room, where I could see the bed.
I saw Director Qin and his wife embracing on the bed. Director Qin was completely naked, while his wife's only clothing was a pair of suggestive lace lingerie and black nylon stockings, reminiscent of an AV actress, with black high heels. My
wife had never dressed like this when we made love; she said it made her look like a prostitute. But now, she willingly played the role of a prostitute in bed with another man. She had never worn such clothes for me. These stockings were the kind designed to enhance sexual pleasure, with an exposed crotch and no underwear underneath. My wife was on top of him, her mouth filled with Director Qin's penis, moaning softly.
Director Qin, on the other hand, held my wife's stockinged legs, burying his head in her genitals and moving his head up and down, the faint sounds of sucking and licking audible. They were performing oral sex in a 69 position. Both had their eyes closed, completely absorbed in the moment, unaware that someone was watching.
I could hardly believe what I was seeing. My beloved wife pressed her face against Director Qin's thigh, watching his saliva-covered penis slide in and out of her red lips, its shaft a magnificent erection.
She was passionately sucking on another man's penis, as if savoring a rare delicacy, teasing it with her tongue and lips, making loud, wet sounds, like sucking on a popsicle. She had never done this for me before, always saying it was unhygienic and she didn't like it. I never expected her to be so accommodating to me, yet here she was so lewdly and willingly performing oral sex on another man.
I don't know why, but my penis involuntarily became erect, and I knew that what surged within that hard thing wasn't just lust, but also boundless anger. I never imagined that on my birthday I would witness my wife's lewd scene with another man in bed.
An hour ago, I was filled with joy, imagining the romantic scenes of tonight, but now I've fallen from heaven to hell. Is this your birthday present to me?! Is this my place in your heart? Is this how you celebrate my birthday? Why did you lie to me?! Why did you hurt me like this?! Why did you betray me?!
How could you hurt me like this? Has your heart changed? Become so cold and wanton?! I feel like a thousand knives are churning inside me, my vision is blurred. I take out my new phone, turn on the video recording function, adjust the angle, and place the phone on the sofa. I don't know why I don't immediately rush in and beat up those two; I just feel like my feet are rooted to the spot, unable to move. I don't know why I recorded this video; I only know that I can't think rationally right now. The
man's penis is swirling wildly in my lover's mouth, making smacking sounds. Then he sits up, letting his wife get off him; his penis, covered in my wife's saliva, stands erect, looking full of energy. Director Qin wanted to use a condom, but his wife stopped him. "No need to wear one, it's okay, I'm about to get my period, I'll let you cum inside me today." My wife's voice sounded unusually seductive and wanton.
"What if you get pregnant?" Director Qin teased lewdly, his usual sanctimonious demeanor completely gone. He inserted his fingers into my wife's vagina, which was already soaking wet. "It's okay, I've calculated the dates. If you get pregnant, I'll just give you a bastard child..." I had never seen my wife laugh so wantonly. The woman who was once as pure and holy as a goddess in my heart was laughing so unrestrainedly in another man's arms.
"At worst, you can go home and do it with your husband again, that way you won't be found out. Isn't today your husband's birthday? Let him do it without a condom, consider it his birthday present." Director Qin rubbed his penis against her legs a couple of times. "You get all the benefits, I always make my husband wear a condom when we have sex, only you, you always cum inside, making it all smelly, I have to wash for ages every time I get home..." My wife playfully hit him.
"That's what you asked for. My semen is the most delicious, isn't it your favorite?" The lewd conversation between the two stopped with the wife's wanton laughter. The wife wiggled her buttocks and urged, "Hurry up, I have to go home early today. I promised him I would go home early." "Okay, then, you little slut who steals men, do you want my cock...?"
"I'm a little slut who likes to steal men. I want your big cock to go inside my pussy, mmm... Come on, use your semen to get me pregnant..."
It was hard to imagine that the wife, who usually kept her mouth shut when making love with me, could say such lewd words. Judging from her seductive eyes, she was very experienced. The man picked up his wife and made her lie face down on the bed. He guided his penis from behind and slowly squeezed it into that place that only I could explore before.
The wife's buttocks covered in stockings were very sexy. Director Qin pushed hard until he reached the bottom, and the wife moaned lewdly. Unlike her reservedness when she was with me, Director Qin held her buttocks and asked her if she was enjoying it while he was moving. My wife, who had never moaned in front of me before, was now shamelessly moaning loudly and wantonly.
Director Qin became even more excited. Surprisingly, he was quite fit. He knelt, holding my wife's buttocks, and thrust violently, then slowly squatted up, like in an adult film, half-squatting on top of her buttocks, pumping intensely. His enormous penis moved rapidly in and out of my wife's vagina, which tightly gripped his shaft. With each thrust, the tender flesh inside was turned inside out, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowed out,
splattering the sheets.
I, as her husband, had never even directly penetrated my wife's vagina, yet this man had the right to enjoy such a vagina without a condom. Whose body did my wife belong to? Was it me? Who was her husband? Was it me, or this man riding on her? Director
Qin seemed to be a seasoned veteran, thrusting continuously for nearly seven or eight minutes. My wife moaned wildly for seven or eight minutes, her cries incredibly lewd. I had never seen her so thoroughly satisfied. I even doubted that this was all real, that I was dreaming. Even actresses in porn don't experience this kind of pleasure.
"Oh...oh...so good...oh...so good...fuck me to death...oh...fuck my cunt raw..." My wife's head swung wildly, her carefully styled wavy hair scattered, her skin glowing a vibrant rose color. Although the air conditioning was on, fine beads of sweat still appeared on her body.
"You slutty little whore...who...say it..." Director Qin knelt down again and continued thrusting from behind. His scrotum slapped against my wife's vulva, making a crisp sound of flesh hitting flesh, making the atmosphere in the room extremely lewd.
"Oh...oh..." My wife moaned rhythmically as she was being thrust into, "You...you are my big-cocked husband...oh...oh...I love eating your big cock, I want your semen...you will always be my big-cocked husband..." I didn't know if these were just my wife's lewd words uttered under the influence of sexual pleasure, or her true feelings.
I can't even describe my feelings right now. I feel like I've exploded, exploded from the inside out. Although there's no outward change, I know I've exploded, like a galaxy exploding, with fragments still floating in the surrounding air. The incessant moans and lewd cries are like venomous snakes gnawing at my heart.
I feel something inside me starting to crumble… Director Qin finally got tired, and slowly lay back on the bed with her in his arms. His wife sat with her back to him, her eyes closed, wildly twisting her slender waist, letting his penis churn inside her. Director Qin's hands were on her waist, twisting with her movements.
I stood in the doorway, even hoping my wife would suddenly see me, so I could see her expression. But my wife didn't see me; she was completely immersed in this sex. She had never been so engrossed in me before. She didn't even notice the other person standing so close. She slowly turned around, her hands on the man's lower abdomen, her legs almost spread 180 degrees, her stockinged, high-heeled feet hovering in the air as she used her vagina to manipulate his penis.
I had no idea she possessed such lewd skills; she had never done this for me before. Director Qin's pleasurable moans rang out unrestrainedly, like needles pricking my auditory nerves. He was enjoying my wife's beautiful body. The pleasure a mature married woman brings to a man is indescribable, especially since she was someone else's wife.
My wife's movements slowed; after all, she was a woman, and her strength was waning. Director Qin straightened up, sitting cross-legged, embracing my wife's body, burying his face in her breasts, thrusting upwards. My wife's uterus bore the powerful impact from below, her body heaving with each thrust, her arms desperately wrapped around Director Qin's neck, moaning as if crying.
Director Qin embraced her, lifting his head. His wife lowered her face, opening her mouth to kiss his. Their tongues intertwined, and her moans ceased, turning into soft muffled sounds, but soon resumed, becoming even wilder and more excited.
Soon, they both collapsed, Director Qin pressing firmly against his wife, holding her tightly, thrusting his hips forcefully. His wife's hands clung to his back, her beautiful legs, still encased in black stockings, wrapped around his waist, her high-heeled feet pressed together, seemingly desperately clenching her muscles to prevent him from leaving her.
The contrast between her fair skin and the black stockings created a powerful sensual effect. Director Qin's hand reached down, roughly kneading her stockinged thighs, savoring the smooth, delicate texture of the stockings.
Their lips met again, Director Qin, with his wife's mouth still inside him, began to thrust violently like a raging bull. His wife's body rippled with each thrust, but she couldn't utter a sound. She just squeezed her legs tightly around his waist and twisted her lower body to meet his thrusts.
The thrusting lasted about half a minute. Suddenly, Director Qin threw his head back and roared, his body stiffening for a moment before beginning to tremble rhythmically. He didn't pull out; at this moment, a large amount of semen must have filled my wife's vagina and uterus. My wife let out a long, high-pitched groan, her body convulsing before collapsing onto the bed like a puddle of mud.
The two lay intertwined and motionless. From my angle, I could vaguely see white fluid oozing from their point of contact, and even Director Qin's testicles were still rhythmically contracting. For a moment, only the panting of passion filled the room…
I slowly retreated, shrinking to the floor. I didn't want to watch anymore. Why was my wife like this? Why was she so wanton in front of other men? Was this the sacred woman I held in my heart? I imagined what they would see when they came out, but they didn't.
"Ah… it's flowing out… how can there be so much…" It was my wife's voice. "Let's do it again..." It was Director Qin's voice. "Suck it up for me, it's full of nutritious protein, eat it all up, don't waste it..." "You can still do it..." My wife's voice became muffled, clearly she had something in her mouth. "Today you're having sex with your husband, of course I have to shoot more inside, otherwise I'll be at a disadvantage!
Your stockings are so sexy, did you learn them from my porn last time?" Director Qin's laughter was extremely lewd, accompanied by a loud slapping sound. "What disadvantage are you... you've taken other people's wives..." My wife's lewd and charming voice became even more muffled...
When Director Qin entered my wife's body for the second time, I quietly took my phone and left the room. I don't understand why I chose to leave. I originally thought I would rush in and tear those two sluts apart. But in the end, I did nothing, silently retreating.
I had forgotten what I originally came here for, I just walked alone on the street in a daze. I walked until after 7 PM when she called to ask why I wasn't home yet. I told her I was working overtime at the office. I rushed to the office, found a connection, transferred the recording I'd made that afternoon to the computer, and watched the scene with the video again.
Tears streamed down my face as I watched. The feeling of being shamelessly betrayed by the person you love most is indescribable; it's a feeling of utter despair, a loss of will to live. It's as if nothing in the world matters anymore, nothing cares. On the computer screen, two bodies were intertwined, panting, moaning… The woman was so beautiful, her figure so stunning.
I sat there until after 10 PM, then used the office CD burner to burn the video onto five discs, and deleted the original files from my computer and phone. When I got home, I found my wife already asleep. There was a birthday cake on the table, and some cold food.
I had no appetite; I just felt nauseous. I sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching her, her face flushed like a peach blossom. She really is different after being touched! Several times I impulsively wanted to slap her awake and confront her, but in the end, I did everything. My wife seemed to hear the noise and woke up. Seeing it was me, she asked why I was so late.
I said I was working overtime. She offered to heat up the food for me, but I said no, I'd already eaten out. She actually looked disappointed; women are such performing creatures. But I felt nothing anymore; I didn't want to touch her.
I hastily took off my clothes and lay down on the bed. She crawled over and gently stroked my chest. "Honey... I love you so much..." It was an implication, and I would usually respond positively, but now I was unmoved. "I'm a little tired." I just wanted to forget everything, to sleep soundly, and preferably never wake up again.
"..." My wife didn't continue, probably sensing my lack of interest. Or perhaps she had already been satisfied for the day. She kissed me, turned over, and went to sleep. Her lips were a little cold.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the house was empty …
**********

... The call connected, and I lowered my voice, asking, "Is this Director Qin?" He replied in a bureaucratic tone, "Yes, who is this?" Suppressing my anger and refraining from swearing, I calmly said, "Don't worry about who I am, but I have something here that might interest you—something about what happened at the XX Hotel on the afternoon of July 11th." He immediately tensed up; I could imagine his deathly pale face on the other end of the line. "What is it? Who are you?" I said, "I'll leave this with the security guard at your office. The password is 1236. If you don't want anyone else to see it, you'd better keep an eye out." I hung up. Around noon, I put the CD in an envelope and delivered it to the security guard at Bureau A, asking him to pass it on to Director Qin. That evening, I returned home to find my wife already back, looking restless. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she had a cold and wasn't feeling well. * Of course you're not feeling well* I thought to myself with a cold. This was just the beginning. I'd rather die than let you two get away with this. I said "Oh" and ignored her. She couldn't see my face then, but I imagined it must be a devil's face. That night, my wife and I slept in the same bed but dreamed different dreams; neither of us wanted to touch the other. ************ The next afternoon, I called Director Qin from a public phone. He wasn't in his office, so I got his cell phone number and called. He seemed to be in a meeting, but as soon as he heard my voice, he tensed up. Hearing the conversation in the meeting gradually fade, I knew he must have gone out to find a secluded place to talk to me. Director Qin: "Who are you? What do you want?" I remained silent for a long time. I wanted your life! Director Qin on the other end of the line was frantic: "Say something, brother! What do you want? I have a family. Don't ruin me." ( Thinking to myself, you've already ruined me; now I'm going to ruin you.) I know how much influence you have—just a typical Chinese bureaucrat who's climbed the ranks through his wife's family connections. His embezzlement and bribery are minor; he doesn't have the guts to do anything truly illegal. He only knows how to mess around with female subordinates. I said, "Okay, how about this, you withdraw from this competition for bureau chief. I know you're vying for this, right?" Director Qin said, "I wasn't thinking about that! Besides, the reshuffle is still a long way off." I said, "Don't fucking lie to me. The People's Congress reshuffle is at the end of March next year, and your bureau chief is reaching retirement age. Everyone knows you're pulling strings." Director Qin said, "I really didn't pull any strings. Believe me. If it's about this, I can guarantee I won't get involved. Tell me, tell me, who are you going to support? I'll support them." I said, "I don't care. If anyone still knows you're manipulating this..." "You'll be making headlines soon!" Director Qin said. "No, no, I know what to do." I said, "To show your sincerity, do me a favor first." Director Qin said, "What is it? Tell me." I said, "That woman in the video, get her disciplined tomorrow, I don't care what excuse you use, then transfer her out of the bureau to work in a subordinate unit." Director Qin said, "You... this..." I said, "It's not that difficult. I know you're in charge of personnel. If you can't do it, that's fine too, but you'll have to think about the consequences yourself." Director Qin thought for a while and then said, "Okay."

That afternoon, I left work early. I was completely unmotivated at work. I neglected my duties, leaving many things unfinished. My boss was quite critical of me, but I couldn't care less. I've said before, I'm dead; nothing can attract me anymore.
I don't want to talk about the hardships we faced in our relationship, how much I sacrificed, or how much I loved her—that's just another insignificant story. My heart was filled with hatred. All the sweet memories had rotted away, allowing the demons within me to grow even stronger. When I got home
, my wife was there. Her eyes were red, so I went over and pretended to be concerned, asking, "What's wrong?" Tears streamed down her face. She said, "The company said I was playing mahjong during work hours. They gave me a demerit and transferred me to another department." You deserve it! You didn't know how lucky you were! You had a husband, a family, and a job, but you didn't cherish them. Now you'll taste what it's like to lose them one by one. This is your just deserts!
I feigned surprise and said, "How could this happen? Aren't there many people playing mahjong at work in your unit, and what about the leaders? Why did it only happen to you?" She collapsed onto the sofa and cried, "I don't know either." I knew, but I wouldn't say.
I patted her and comforted her, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, it's the same everywhere. I know you care about your image, but everyone will forget about it after a while. Let it go." That night, she tossed
and turned beside me, and I lay awake in the darkness... ********** ... I said, "The public has reported that your husband's lifestyle is problematic, and they want to know if he's been acting strangely lately." Director Qin's wife hesitated for a moment and said, "You really are from the Discipline Inspection Commission?" This woman was more shrewd than I had imagined. I said, "I'm just getting information and reminding you to pay attention to your husband's recent whereabouts, call records, and text messages. I mean no harm." Then I hung up. I knew this call would definitely cause Director Qin a lot of trouble, and I forced a smile. But this was just the beginning. Although I hadn't yet figured out the final outcome, although I didn't know any gangsters or underworld figures who could help me resolve this, and although I was fighting alone, I just wanted to keep causing them trouble. If I couldn't live comfortably, I wouldn't let them live comfortably either. I would be like a ghost, never letting them have a good life. Perhaps this isn't manly behavior—lurking in the shadows, a dark mentality, personality problems—I ignored them all. This is China, and Chinese people love to play dirty tricks. I won't jump out and make a scene, causing a huge uproar before both of us pick ourselves up and move on to a new life. I won't give her that chance. I'm already dead, she has to die, and so does Director Qin. That afternoon, as I was viciously contemplating how to proceed, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. I answered, "Hello?" A young, unfamiliar baritone voice answered. "Is this Liu Yang?" "Yes, who is this?" "You don't need to know who I am, but I know you've been calling Qin Jun and his wife these past few days." "What?! Who are you calling?" My heart pounded, and the hairs on my body stood on end. Someone's found me! How could this be! I've always used public phones. "You don't need to deny it. I know you've been using public phones. I even have photos of you making those calls. If you don't believe me, you can look them up online. I have them in this email address." The other person gave me a Yahoo email address and password, then hung up. I was stunned. Although my face remained calm as granite, my heart was churning. Barely managing to calm myself, I went online to check. Sure enough, the photos were saved as attachments in that email, all taken from behind or the side. Clearly, someone was watching me while I was on the phone. I calmed down, however. I didn't know what this person's purpose was, but it shouldn't be one of Director Qin's people. Because the photos even included the first time I made the call, and Director Qin still didn't know who I was, meaning he was unaware of these photos. I almost laughed. So what if I was exposed? I didn't care about anything anymore. I became somewhat curious about this person. I dialed the same number again; it must have been a public phone. The person was still there. "You saw the photos?" "Yes, they're quite clear. Who are you and what's your purpose?" "I want to know what you plan to do next." "Why should I tell you?" I sneered. "Aren't you afraid I'll expose you?" The other person seemed quite surprised by my tone. "Do you think I have any scruples left at this point? I'll go public then, it doesn't matter." The other person remained silent. I said, "What else do you want? If you're just here to tell me this, feel free to tell whoever you want. If you have nothing else, I'm hanging up." "Wait, don't hang up yet. Our enemy is the same person." The other person's tone became urgent. "Hmm, what do you mean?" "Just know that I'm on your side. We're dealing with the same person." " The same person?" I was skeptical. "What do you mean?" "I also hope to see Qin Jun suffer. I don't want him to have a good life." "Is that so? But how can I trust you?" " The best way to deal with this kind of person is to ruin his reputation. If he wants to be an official, cut off his career. If he has a wife, break up his family. If he has money, make him penniless. Attack him from every angle, torture him to death little by little..." The ruthlessness in the other person's tone surprised me, but it also inexplicably excited me. "I don't want to kill him; murder is illegal..." I wanted a perfect mutual destruction, not to die before I even got started. "I know some things don't require killing to achieve their purpose. I have a plan..." "I'm not interested in your plan. I have an ace up my sleeve; I can torment him anytime. But right now, I want to slowly torment him. As for you, I won't cooperate with someone who's always hiding their true intentions." "You're just one person. At most, you can only keep calling and harassing him, but that won't do him any real harm in the long run. If you expose what you have, at most he'll quit his job, or be transferred to another unit, or even sent down to the county level, still an official. In the corrupt officialdom, officials protect each other. Besides, it's not like it's embezzlement or bribery. Officials messing around with women is a small matter. Maybe in a couple of years, after this matter has passed, he might come back. Don't forget he's still young, he has plenty of time." I admit he has a point... "Now, are you interested in hearing my plan?" "Who are you? If you don't reveal your true identity..." "I won't ask what your trump card is, and please don't ask who I am, okay?" "Okay, go ahead..." I thought to myself, it doesn't matter anyway, whether he means well or badly, I don't care, listening won't hurt... Around four o'clock, I went outside and called Director Qin. Director Qin sounded exhausted. He said, "I did as you said. What else do you want? Who are you anyway?" From the phone, I could tell this man was already overwhelmed, but it wasn't nearly enough; it was less than a fraction of the humiliation and pain I'd endured. I said, "I don't want to extort money from you; that's illegal. I'm just an ordinary employee in your company. I don't want anything; I'm just upset." Director Qin said, "Then what do you want? Tell me who you are and what position you want. I'll try my best to help you. We can't help each other out; wouldn't it be better if we became friends?"

I'll make a friend of your mother's! I wish I could rape every woman in your family! I said, "I don't want to be an official, and you don't need to know who I am. You can't find out anyway, so don't bother thinking about it. If you piss me off, the municipal party committee, the discipline inspection commission, the supervisory bureau, and the newspapers will all be receiving those kinds of things." Director Qin was almost crying: "Please let me go, okay? Just tell me what you want, as long as you don't destroy my family..."
Hearing this, I almost exploded. My lowered voice was unintentionally raised and amplified: "You've destroyed someone else's family, that's for sure!"
Director Qin said, "I didn't, she seduced me first, and I fell for her unintentionally. You know what a man..." At this moment, I interrupted him, pretending not to have heard what he said before, and at the same time turned on the recording on my phone: "
What did you say? Tell me how it started, that she seduced you first?"
Director Qin said, "Yes, she seduced me. I have a wife and family. I love my wife and cherish my family. That day, I was drunk and couldn't control myself. Just this once..." I said, "You mean this woman is inherently immoral?"
Director Qin said, "Yes, this woman has inappropriate relationships with many people in our unit. She often finds excuses to get close to leaders. I used to look down on women like that, but she's really drunk and immoral. When I'm sober, I wouldn't even give her a second glance! The Party has educated me for so many years; I can resist any beautiful woman's sweet talk..."
This is the kind of rotten man—irresponsible, spineless, self-protective, a dead weight, always trying to shift the blame onto others when trouble arises. How can someone like this be a cadre? If the Japanese invade again, this kind of person will be the first traitor. He said a lot more after that, as if he were being investigated by the organization. I recorded it all.
I said, "Let me think about it. I'll contact you next time." Before he could speak, I hung up the phone. I went back to my office and edited Director Qin's speech on my computer, cutting out everything I had said and keeping only his comments about my wife. Then I found a florist and delivered the recording CD and a bouquet of flowers to my wife.
She came home very late that night. I had no interest in calling to ask where she was; I knew she and Director Qin were on tenterhooks lately. I gave them space and time to discuss their options. When she came home, her eyes were swollen. I pretended to be playing games—I started playing games again after that day. After washing her face, she watched TV, but I knew she couldn't concentrate. After a while, she called me, "I want to tell you something."
I pretended not to hear her, wearing headphones. She repeated herself. My heart raced, but I didn't turn around. I said, "If it's not urgent, tell me later. I'm busy here." She didn't say anything more, turned off the TV, and went to sleep. I wouldn't give her a chance to explain. That would force me to choose between forgiveness and blame, neither of which were my choices. My choice was to let her slowly die.
That recording today must have been a huge blow to her. Men love for sex, women act for love. For a woman to initiate sex with a man and say she doesn't love him is a lie. Based on my deduction, they've been together for a while, there must have been a wonderful courtship, promises and vows between them. Letting her hear that man's groveling betrayal is the best revenge. This isn't fiction, there are no flowery words, no dramatic plot twists, this is the bloody reality.
I want her to taste the bitterness of betrayal too. Now her lover has betrayed her, and she comes to me seeking comfort. No way! I'm your husband, not your backup plan.
********** ...
"What's the point of smashing his car? It might even attract the police. I have a suggestion: since he can mess with your wife, why don't you mess with his? His wife is quite beautiful."
"Mess with his wife?" My eyes lit up. That's right! Why didn't I think of that? "I can help you with that. His wife is easy to fool. I've prepared everything for you, at..." I listened to his plan. After he finished, I asked him, "What grudge do you have against Qin Jun that you'd want to ruin him like this?" "You don't need to worry about that. Just do it. You won't lose anything." The phone hung up.
I thought about it and drove off. Since I'd already gone to the trouble of hiring someone to smash his car, I didn't care about anything else. Besides, I was going to do anything to get revenge on those two. At noon, I arrived at the city water company, parked my car far outside the gate, and called Director Qin's wife. Director Qin's wife answered the phone.
I said, "It's me, the person who reminded you to keep an eye on your husband last time. Have you found anything?" Director Qin's wife said, "You're so boring. Let me tell you, I won't believe anything you say. Please have some self-respect." I said, "It is a bit boring, but I just couldn't bear to see you be the last person to know about this. It's unfair to be deceived. I have evidence. Come downstairs to the main gate of your workplace. I'll give you something; you'll understand once you see it."
I hung up the phone and sat quietly in my car waiting. A few minutes later, a woman around thirty years old appeared outside the gate, quite attractive.
She looked around nervously. I noticed a security guard watching her from a distance. I thought to myself, "That woman is observant," but I didn't intend to show myself. I started my car and slowly drove past her. Through the tinted windows, I saw that the woman looked nervous.
I drove straight to the street and waited for half an hour before calling her again. Director Qin's wife was clearly agitated. "Are you ever going to stop? Are you some kind of lunatic trying to harass me again? I'm calling the police!" I said, "If you call the police, your husband is finished. He doesn't want anyone to know about this. I'll tell you I have evidence, and you can't disbelieve me."
Director Qin's wife said, "Okay, go ahead." "Walk fifty meters east, and look carefully under the bus stop sign. There's a loose paving stone there, and something underneath it." Director Qin's wife looked around suspiciously. I said, "Hurry up. Don't air your dirty laundry in public. If you want to maintain the image of the director's wife in front of others, don't dawdle. Otherwise, you'll become a laughing stock. Tell that security guard to stop watching you."
The woman walked quickly eastward. I watched her grope around on the ground in front of the bus stop, and finally she found it. It was several screenshots I had printed out. The woman glanced at the papers quickly, crumpled them into a ball, and her eyebrows furrowed in anger. She then called me from a public phone; the phone rang in an IC phone booth across from the station. She paused, crossed the street, and slowly approached the booth, looking around.
I drove up beside her; she looked at my car but didn't move. I rolled down the window and asked, "Want a ride?" "Who are you? Are you the one from the phone call?" Director Qin's wife couldn't recognize my voice; I had deliberately lowered it. "Get in or not. If not, forget it. Since you don't want to solve the problem, I won't force you."
I rolled up the window. Director Qin's wife hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and got in. I drove slowly forward along the road. "Who exactly are you?" "Does it matter who I am? The important thing is I didn't lie to you. Otherwise, you'll always be a foolish woman, forever kept in the dark. Your husband rose to power because of your family's connections, but now that those connections are gone, he's looking for other women. Aren't you angry?"
"Why are you telling me all this?" I said, "Everyone has the right to speak out against injustice." Director Qin's wife sneered, "You're no better than him. You want to get rid of Qin Jun, don't you?" "It's much better than letting him run wild. Your family's connections are gone now. If you don't take this opportunity to teach him a lesson, even if you can get rid of this woman, can you guarantee he won't find a second or a third?"
"This is my business, it has nothing to do with you," I said. "Yes, you can decide these things yourself. I think there are some things you can take a look at." "What things?" "The original versions of the things I just showed you. These things might be useful in the division of property if you get divorced later. Isn't it said that the party at fault has to pay compensation?"
"Okay, give them to me." "Would I carry these things with me at all times? Come with me, but you need to pay a little fee." "You want money?" "I can't do this for nothing." "Okay, how much do you want?" "Five thousand." "You only want five thousand?" "I never ask for exorbitant amounts. If you ask for too much, and you call the police, then we'll be in deep trouble." "
Okay, I'll give them to you." Director Qin's wife was quite decisive. We arrived at the hotel where Director Qin and my wife had booked a room. We went straight to room 1236, which I had booked that morning.
"You put these things in the hotel." "I have a family. Would I leave such things at home? What if they're discovered?" Before she could doubt me, we were already at the door, so she had no choice but to go in. "Where's the thing..." she asked, looking around. I pulled out a stun gun from my pocket, and a few blue arcs of electricity flashed. I gently touched her lower back. She convulsed and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

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