Starting with WeChat

It all started when I saw my wife's WeChat messages, and our harmonious married life ultimately headed down an unknown highway.

My wife, Meiying, and I were college classmates. While she wasn't exactly a stunning campus beauty, she was certainly one of the most attractive women in our department .
We've been married for eight years and were fortunate enough to have a baby. My wife, now 30, is 162 cm tall and weighs
only 46 kg. While most women gain weight after childbirth, she actually lost weight, though her breasts did grow larger.

I'm a deputy section chief in the office of a municipal management committee. Compared to my colleagues, it's a relatively low-level position,
but the work is easy. Although there are limitations within the system, our life is comfortable. My wife works
in public relations and sales at a foreign-invested service company. Her schedule is sometimes busy and sometimes slow. Many of her colleagues don't believe that she only returned to work after having a child.

Our child is being cared for by my parents, mainly for convenience. Also, my wife's father has been seriously ill, and I
used my position to get him admitted to the municipal hospital, but he needs care, so they can't help my wife and me with
the child.

The city was already getting warm in April. I drove to pick up my wife from work, and from afar I could see her wearing
a light gray suit, a pink and white blouse revealing her full, firm breasts, black sheer
stockings . Judging from her slightly excited expression, she'd probably closed
another deal.

"Yang Feng, you have to treat me to dinner. I killed two birds with one stone today, hehe," my wife said proudly.

"Wow, my wife can shoot other people's eggs? Are you a big-dicked cutie?" I replied with a laugh.

"Get lost! You're so annoying!" My wife pinched my waist, and I quickly begged for forgiveness.

At a small restaurant near my house, my wife recounted her victory story at length. First, she said that
the sales representatives sent by her company had failed several times, even failing to meet the person in charge. Then she said that this company was a European
giant , with demanding and difficult requirements, but also very lucrative.

Finally, she described how she outwitted and outmaneuvered this foreign boss, ultimately succeeding in completing the challenging task.

"Anyway, not only did I land the deal, but I was also poached, hehe." Looking at my wife Meiying's smug
expression, I couldn't help but chuckle.

"My salary increased by 80%, I'm making over ten thousand yuan now, and I'm the head of the public relations department, fully responsible for
this deal. My old boss has to watch his step," my wife said smugly.

"Wow, my wife's a huge success story, going from client to client, I admire her," I took the opportunity to flatter her.

"Honey, when we get back, let's make a baby," I quickly hinted at tonight's activities.

"No, I just changed jobs, I need to work hard, you make your own baby," my wife pretended to be angry.

"Okay then, no baby, but love is fine. When we get back, you'll be dressed like this and I'll...hehehe, I want to experience
the boss sexually assaulting his female subordinate," actually, that was my real purpose. My wife in high heels was incredibly alluring tonight,
and she was in a good mood, perfect for satisfying my desires.

"Ugh..." My wife's expression showed she had given up resisting.

That evening, my wife fulfilled my wish. After showering, she
came to the bed wearing a pink and white shirt, a black see-through top, and high heels. I couldn't help but pull her into my arms. In the dim light, my wife looked shy. I held her soft body and kissed her lips

roughly , biting her soft tongue. "Gently..." My wife's eyes were full of love and desire. My hands gently stroked her back, then roughly kneaded her white, tender skin. My wife wasn't wearing any clothes, and I started to get erect. I pushed my wife down onto the bed, grabbed one of her feet, took off her high heels, and pressed my nose against her foot, inhaling deeply. "Wife, your feet are so sexy, I can't take it anymore." I was already at my limit. "...I've already washed, there's no...smelly smell," my wife complained softly. "Your little sexy feet have a scent that's in your bones, I get hard just from smelling them." I thrust my hard penis forward and presented it to my wife. My wife gently grasped my small hand, stroking it softly. Then she turned her body, lowered her head, and gently kissed me, one light kiss after another, her warm little mouth touching me again and again, my lips pressed against her fair, tender face. I turned my wife's body over, making her kneel on the bed, her body right in front of me. I pressed my mouth hard against the outside of her vulva, which remained tight, appearing small and delicate. My tongue licked her vulva, sucking on the labia and clitoris. Soon, her slightly salty love juice overflowed into my mouth, which I sucked roughly, feeling as if I were sucking her juices out. I nestled my face against her plump, white, and soft body, kissing her vulva and her jade-like buttocks. My wife was clearly aroused, writhing with her "mmm, mmm" sounds. "Husband...put it in," my wife whispered. "No, you have to beg me," I replied, continuing to suck harder , my wife almost arching her back on the bed. "Please, my little..." my wife whispered. I stood up, satisfied. Only when my wife was aroused did I get to enjoy hearing her lewd words. I aimed my hard penis at her wetness, and it slipped inside. The familiar warmth immediately enveloped me, and I began. My wife arched her back, matching my thrusts . I slowly increased the speed, becoming more and more intense. "Husband...it feels so good..." my wife whispered. "I'm your boss, hehe," I said wantonly. I loved seeing my beloved wife's shy expression under my thrusts, loved seeing her aroused. I couldn't help but thrust harder and faster. "Boss, you're so amazing...it feels so good when you're inside me...oh," my wife whispered, satisfying me. "I'll be at the company every day, bothering you every day, I love you," I felt I had reached my limit. My wife relentlessly responded to my thrusts, moaning softly, "Good husband... I love you so much! I love you the most... Oh oh..." I couldn't hold back any longer, and I ejaculated thickly into her. Meiying's body went limp on the bed, and I held her tightly, my penis still inside her. "Ugh, I need to take a shower, and you ejaculated so much inside me..." my wife complained, playfully hitting me as she sat up. "Don't go, we can always get pregnant again," I said lazily. "You don't want me to go to work, you'd rather have babies for you every day, you bad boy," my wife said, leaving the bedroom. I turned over and went to sleep, feeling content.

For the next two months, my wife's workload increased by 80%, just like her salary. She was practically
working long hours , and her once bright complexion often became haggard and worried. Occasionally, when she came home for dinner, she
would complain to me about how unreliable her previous company was, and how working with her new boss revealed the strength of a European giant. Only when
she talked about new company and new boss would a smile appear on her face.

It was another weekend of consecutive workdays. My wife was so busy that she didn't even have time to see the baby. Luckily, my job was
less , and I could go to my parents' house to take care of the baby on weekends. Seeing my wife curled up on the sofa, exhausted and seemingly with
a slight fever, I quickly ordered her a bowl of porridge and gave her some cold medicine, telling her to get some sleep.

"If there's a phone call, be sure to wake me up," my wife said worriedly.

"You treat your work better than your husband," I said with a hint of dissatisfaction. "No, no, my husband
is the best," my wife said, kissing me on the cheek. I placed her phone on her bedside table.

I watched TV for a while, then played on my phone for a bit. I went into the bedroom and heard my wife's even breathing,
with a slight snore. Just then, her phone lit up with a WeChat notification.

I glanced at it; there were four messages. I put her phone down, thinking that if it was something important,
I should wake her. I tapped the notification, and it asked for my phone password. I entered our baby's birthday,
the password my wife and I both use.

It didn't work. I tried again. Thinking carefully, I realized my wife had changed her password. I hesitated for a moment, then
entered her previous password, her birthday. WeChat opened.

In an instant, my blood rushed to my head. A photo—a white photo!
It was the first time I'd ever looked so intently at a man's photo. Brownish-red, thick and long,
and incredibly white…

"Who would send Meiying a message like this…?" I tried my best to calm myself down. I continued reading the following WeChat messages:
"It suddenly got hard, is it because you're thinking about it again, Meiying?"

"Or maybe it's cold and needs your lips to warm it up."

"Come here, put on the underwear I gave you; it will double your beauty." These few messages, though somewhat awkward
, were still coherent in Chinese. Xavier Segan, hmm, that was her WeChat name; her profile picture was a city view from above.

I glanced at my sleeping wife, and the answer was obvious: she had cheated on me… My wife wasn't a promiscuous
woman. From university until our marriage, she wasn't exactly conservative, but she was certainly respectable. She had been harassed at work
before, and she always resigned immediately. This time, what exactly is this…

chain of evidence? The words that popped into my head were screenshots, forwarding images, deleting them, opening the trash can—
there was , taken from above a woman's head, her hair obscuring her face, but half a white
penis was visible, and high heels were showing behind her kneeling figure. Restore, forward, delete…

“Underwear…” I gently opened the drawer containing my wife's underwear. Familiar shades of flesh, pink
, and white, and… black lace, which I had never seen before. Although my wife didn't always tell me when she bought underwear, I had seen
all the underwear she wore over the years. The new lace underwear that appeared were all without cups.
My wife had never bought such revealing underwear before…

Taking pictures and keeping them… It felt like a thorn was constantly pricking me in the heart. I wanted to pull my wife up and ask her what was going on, but
I suppressed that thought. The only thing I could confirm was that my wife was with a foreigner, or at least they were about to
sleep together .

It's not that I didn't have fantasies about cuckolding or having affairs, but right now, what I clearly wanted was revenge, nothing but
revenge. I wanted to find this Zewersergan, and then make him, make him…
It seemed that the only good way I could do was beat him up.

My wife's phone rang; the caller ID was Sergen.

I woke her up, suppressing my anger, and handed the phone to Meiying. My wife was clearly still half asleep, but
after listening to a couple of sentences, she immediately seemed wide awake.

I casually walked into the living room and heard my wife say softly, "I have a slight fever today, I'll rest at home,
oh... okay."

My wife came out of the bedroom, changed her clothes, and prepared to take a shower. I couldn't help but shout, "Wife, what kind of company is this?
You can't even rest when you're sick? Are you selling lives?!"

My wife trembled; I rarely raised my voice like that at home.

"I have to meet with a major Chinese client, so I have to help the boss with the socializing. I'll probably be back late. Don't be angry, honey
," my wife said, coming over and kissing me. I pulled her back, saying, "You can't go. You're just a lowly manager
, what kind of big client are you dealing with? Everyone in your big company is useless.

" My wife linked arms with me, leaning on my shoulder happily, "Your wife isn't a lowly manager anymore. I'm
the general manager's . I deal with big clients. I've even met with Director Liu from your city office. Honey, I
'll be back late. Hold me while we sleep."

I looked at my wife's small mouth, my mind filled with thoughts of what might happen next—perhaps she's licking a white
penis .

"Assistant? Female assistants are all for sleeping with the boss," I said coldly. "Nonsense, I don't have time.
I'm going to take a shower." Meiying went into the bathroom.

My thoughts were a bit muddled. I watched my wife shower, change her clothes, and prepare to leave. She tied her hair in
a ponytail , put on a pair of elegant frameless glasses, wore a light gray coat, a tight black skirt,
and flesh-colored sheer black stilettos. She picked up her backpack, turned around and said to me, "Honey, order something yourself
, don't always settle for whatever."

"I have to follow her, I want to see who she's eating with," I said, grabbing my car keys and following my wife downstairs.

Green Forest Restaurant, a well-known high-end restaurant in the city. I parked my car at the corner and watched my wife get out of the taxi
and walk up the steps. A blond white man opened his arms, hugged her, and kissed her cheek.

This must be Xavier, but whether the hug and kiss were ambiguous or just a polite
gesture from a foreigner, I couldn't tell. I only felt a kind of unspeakable frustration.

Soon, several businessmen arrived. After a round of pleasantries, my wife and her boss went inside
. I parked my car in a corner and followed them in. This was clearly a business dinner. I sat on the outer side of the lobby,
observing several private rooms before finding my wife's. There were about five or six people there. I thought that in this restaurant,
nothing unbelievable would happen.

I took the takeout and got back into the car. I tried my best to calm myself down. Without an omniscient perspective or a plot summary,
I didn't know what had actually happened between my wife and her boss. It was all in my imagination. In my mind, my wife was...
The scene of the white man embracing her was chaotic and disorderly.

I didn't feel any thrill from being cheated on; this wasn't just wishful thinking, because everything was unknown, yet it was happening right
beside me.

My wife's working lunch lasted at least three hours. When I saw my wife and several people leave the restaurant, I
almost gave up. Then, my wife's white boss hugged and kissed her. This time, it wasn't just a polite gesture; it was
a real kiss. I was panting heavily, and with trembling hands, I took out my phone to film my wife and her boss kissing.

My wife and her white boss got into a BMW. I didn't know if she was crying or laughing. I followed them slowly
for five minutes, then I realized this wasn't the way home.

Eventually, I followed the BMW to an upscale residential area, but naturally, I was stopped outside. I
had no choice but to drive home.

When I got home, I opened my wife's underwear drawer and compared it to the photos on my phone. My wife should have been wearing
a black lace braless lingerie set, but I couldn't remember the style.

I slumped onto the sofa, aimlessly watching TV. The scenes from those novels seemed so
distant, leaving me numb…

My wife had been gone for a full eight hours. I lay alone on the bed, a mix of helplessness, jealousy, resentment, and rage
coursing through me, and I actually fell asleep.

When I suddenly opened my eyes, the familiar scent beside me, my wife sleeping peacefully next to me, made it seem like
everything from last night was a dream. I hugged her, my first reaction being an erection.

“What time did you get back?” I demanded, kissing her neck.

“I got back a while ago. You were sleeping so soundly… Oh… let me sleep a little longer, I’m still sick, don’t
do this, honey,” my wife dodged my kisses and pushed me away.

I sat up, walked out of the bedroom, and sat on the sofa. It was 6 a.m. I had fallen asleep
close to , meaning my wife had only been back for less than two hours. She had been in that upscale neighborhood for
over six hours.

I couldn’t believe they had been talking about work the whole time.

I went to the washing machine to find the underwear my wife wore yesterday, but there was no black one. The underwear was a see
-through bra with a strapless design and openwork lace. I sniffed it lightly; the smell was the usual one,
but there were no semen stains. The only thing I was certain of was that my wife had been ejaculated on by her boss, inside her
.

What should I do? Should I confront him? Should I get a divorce? Looking at the photo of us holding our baby on the shelf, I
was speechless. Someone had to pay the price. I felt it shouldn't be me, nor my wife, so it could only be her
boss. I got dressed, glanced at my still-sleeping wife, and decided to talk to her boss,
Xavier, face to face. I had to talk.

I went to my workplace first, and didn't take a day off until 11 a.m. before going to my wife's company. I looked up
at the towering building, the glaring reflections in the glass, and silently walked through the door.

[The End]

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