【The Unfaithful Wife Shen Dan】(12-13) Author: Unknown

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Chapter 12

After leaving Xiaoheli, the first thing I did was to go to Zhang Yali. Obviously, Zhang Yali must know
where Shen Dan should be now. When I said on the phone that I wanted to talk at her house, she readily agreed. I
was eager to know everything about Shen Dan. I needed to see Zhang Yali. She was Shen Dan's friend, or at least she
used to be!

I found her at Zhang Yali's house. She was holding a cigarette and watched me come in from the door and sit down in front of her.
She didn't even blink, as if I hadn't entered her sight at all. The cigarette smoke
rose from her fingertips, swirling in the dim light, changing into many strange shapes. The cigarette was almost burned out, leaving
long ash that did not fall. Her expression was very lonely. She slowly stirred
the coffee in her cup with the spoon in her other hand, her movements elegant and quiet.

"I want to know some things about Shen Dan," I said to Zhang Yali.

Zhang Yali paused, then said in a weary tone, "I knew you'd come after me sooner or later."
I was enraged by her tone. This despicable, greedy, shameless woman showed absolutely no remorse,
as if she had never done anything wrong.

I suppressed my anger and softened my tone, saying, "That day! At Zheng Weihua's villa, what happened?"

"You know?" Yali trembled, staring straight at me. Her expression was strange,
a mixture of surprise and confusion, but not the fear I had expected.

I stared back at her; I think my eyes must have been blazing with fire, as if despair was burning everything away.

Unable to bear my intense gaze, Zhang Yali awkwardly avoided my eyes, took a deep breath, and continued,
"Did she tell you everything? Your wife must be saying it's all my fault, that I and that man set a trap for her
, that I coerced her into continuing her affair with that man. Yes, she's right,
I did it! But, it wasn't me who wanted to rape her, right? It was that man, Hua Ge. I
was just a middleman."

I was so angry my hands were trembling. This shameless woman showed no
remorse , as if what she did was perfectly justified and natural!

"Think about it," Zhang Yali said calmly, "it was Brother Hua who set his sights on your wife. I was just a pawn in his game. If
I had refused, would he have given up on Shen Dan? Of course not. He would have found another woman to replace me. He has plenty of
energy and methods. Playing with women is his whole life. He's gotten
every ! So, the person you should hate isn't me, it's Zheng Weihua."

She continued, "Zheng Weihua is a scoundrel. He only wants to play with women.
He's not stupid enough to divorce his wife and marry your Shen Dan! Sooner or later, he'll get tired of her and abandon her. So, Shen Dan will ultimately still be
yours, just used."

Her words churned in my heart like knives. Used! She described Shen Dan so casually. Was
I supposed to watch my wife being played with by this scoundrel and remain silent? Was I supposed to cower like a turtle, waiting for my wife, who had been used and abandoned by
someone else to return?

"Shen Dan's dependence on Zheng Weihua is purely physical. She will never love Zheng Weihua, do you
understand?"

Zhang Yali looked directly into my eyes. "Weighing the pros and cons, what you need to do is not
to be furious , but to patiently wait for an opportunity to win back your wife.

Although I may seem despicable and shameless to you, I know how to get your Shen Dan back to your side."

Her last sentence made my heart skip a beat.

I longed for Shen Dan. Although the thought of her being pinned down by another man made my heart churn,
deep down, I yearned for the familiar and warm days of the past. If I could go back to the past, no matter what
it took... "I'm willing to pay any price!"

Zhang Yali pondered, forgetting to smoke her cigarette, and looked up at me, saying, "I know you hate me to the core,
and you certainly don't trust me. But everything I said to you before was true! I've
arranged many women for Brother Hua, and no matter how chaste they were, none of them could keep their bodies in my hands.
So you don't need to blame your wife for betraying you. Anyone else would have ended up with Brother Hua taking advantage of
them . If you can truly forgive her, I have a way to bring her back to you, but
think carefully before you answer me, can you? If not, helping you now would only harm you both."

"If you promise me you won't seek revenge on Hua Ge, and you won't let Shen Dan know you've discovered the truth, then you
can save your marriage and your family. But from then on, a
thorn will forever be buried in your heart: that your wife is impure, that she's been played with by other men many times, that she not only
showed desire for men in bed, but also did many lewd things! And, more than one man."

The last sentence exploded in my mind like a thunderclap: What? More than one man!

I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave, my whole body turning cold, trembling involuntarily: Shen Dan isn't that kind of
person, how could she do such a crazy thing! The photos on the computer surfaced in my mind again,
pricking me like needles, and in my ears, I heard Zhang Yali's voice—"There are other men! There are other men..."

She stubbed out her cigarette: "Have you thought it through? You decide!"

I waved my hand, the helplessness of last night swept over me again, making it hard to breathe. Wisps of smoke rose
up, choking me and causing me to cough violently, bringing tears to my eyes.

"I knew you'd say yes..."

I buried my face in my hands, suddenly bursting into tears like a helpless baby! Cry, it's not a sin for a man to cry! If
tears could forget the past, if tears could turn back time, then let the tears wash away the sorrow in my heart;
let the tears wash away the endless shame!

As I cried like a child, a warm hand gently stroked my hair.

"What you've lost..."

her tone was full of temptation: "You can take it all back from me. I'm also Brother Hua's woman, even..."
"Even if you don't intend to retaliate, you can vent on his woman—by sleeping with his woman, you're retaliating against him,
you're reclaiming your dignity…"

I felt like a desperate drowning person suddenly grasping at a straw. A fire
raged .

If I were to self-immolate, I would drag someone down with me!

I suddenly embraced Zhang Yali, and amidst her scream, I kissed her lips, thrusting my tongue into her
mouth, capturing her sweet tongue. She struggled, making muffled sounds.

The sustained deep kiss gradually aroused Zhang Yali, and we collapsed onto the sofa, panting. In my haste, I
pulled up her clothes, unhooked her bra, revealing her high, firm breasts. When I took those two
nipples into my mouth, her body suddenly relaxed, soft as dough, seemingly waiting for a man
to mold her.

What was there to wait for? I think I must have been a demon then, my face contorted, my actions brutal. Because I
had been so crazy, never treated a woman so wildly. As I frantically
pulled down her pants, my penis was already rock hard!

Without bothering to examine Zhang Yali's private parts closely, I unzipped my pants, aimed my erect penis at that soft
spot, and thrust it in.

Rolling, twisting, thrusting in, withdrawing, and then thrusting again. It was like a primitive couple
communicating in the most primal way. Zhang Yali's snow-white body bobbed beneath me, like a stranded white fish struggling for its life
. The sudden violation also aroused her, and she began to moan.

As I thrust into that soft, beautiful place, the image that flashed through my mind was Shen Dan's exquisite and beautiful face!

When everything calmed down, I lay on top of Zhang Yali, speechless. After the release, my
intense emotions came and went like a storm, leaving only exhaustion, no anger.

Zhang Yali pushed me away, got up, and went to the bathroom. She brought back toilet paper, silently knelt
beside , and gently wiped away the remaining semen from my penis.

Then, exhausted and shocked, I fell into a deep sleep.

I was running wildly down a narrow path, surrounded by darkness, unable to tell which way was which, with the howling
wind in my ears. A woman in a white dress ran past me. It was Shen Dan! I excitedly called her name,
but she didn't respond. Then I saw her disappear into a grove of trees. Then I heard a sound,
yes, a woman's voice, to be precise, the sound of a woman's orgasm. I called out my wife's
name in a daze, and suddenly, all sound vanished, the surroundings as silent as a ghost.

When I woke up in a half-dreaming state, it was completely dark.

I got out of bed, parched with thirst. So I staggered open the door and went to the kitchen.

Zhang Yali was in the kitchen, wearing an apron, busy at work.

"Give me a glass of water," I said.

She turned around: "You're up? Are you feeling better?"

Zhang Yali poured me a glass of water and handed it to me, then helped me sit down on the sofa in the living room.

I picked up my phone and saw several missed calls. I opened it and saw it was from Shen Dan.

Zhang Yali glanced at the phone and said casually, "She called while you were sleeping. I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't
wake you."

"Where is she now?"

I asked hoarsely, gathering all my strength.

Zhang Yali didn't answer my question directly. After a pause, she continued, "I didn't answer the phone either,
because I didn't know what to say. I've already contacted Brother Hua, but I didn't tell them you were at my house."

"Them? So you mean she's still with that Brother Hua?"

Zhang Yali sighed softly, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down next to me.

Without waiting for Zhang Yali's reply, I continued muttering to myself, "I'm such a fool. I
always thought marriage was a responsibility. For Shen Dan, I've been working hard all these years, desperately trying to
earn money . I know she's lonely and bored when I'm not home, so when I'm not away on business, I always try to do
more housework, just to make up for it and to prove how much I love her."

"Have some water," she said, picking up her teacup. She remained silent for a while, then seemed to have made up her mind,
took a sip of tea, and was about to speak when I heard the familiar ringtone of a cell phone. I knew it was
my wife calling; I had set a special ringtone for her number.

I glanced at Zhang Yali; she didn't speak, but simply pressed her palms down, gesturing for me to calm down
.

I composed myself; Zhang Yali, understanding the situation, turned away and silently began to drink her tea.

The phone connected.

"Honey, I called you several times today, but you didn't answer. What are you doing?"

Hearing the familiar voice, I was momentarily speechless. "I...I'm so tired, I slept
for a long time today..."

"I'm tired too. Luckily I can come back tomorrow, then I'll spend more time with you...Did you miss me?" Are
you tired too? Were you exhausted from being used? I sneered inwardly. If I hadn't been desperately suppressing it, I think I would have
definitely cursed out loud. I really didn't know what I would say or do next
.

I regulated my breathing, and a voice deep inside me rose up: Calm down! Calm down!

"Hmm..."

I answered my wife's question in a vague way. "What are you doing?"

I suddenly asked.

"Uh...I'm taking a shower."

Sure enough, I seemed to hear the sound of running water from the receiver.

"I'm not talking anymore, you should get some rest. I'm hanging up..."

Shen Dan said on the other end, and then hung up the phone.

Zhang Yali seemed to have expected this conversation. She put down her teacup and looked at me quietly. I slumped
onto the sofa, silent.

Zhang Yali moved closer to me, gently stroking my hair, and brought her face close to mine, rubbing against my
cheek .

Then her lips pressed against mine, kissing my forehead. I embraced her, and we rolled around together on the sofa.

Perhaps only intense, unrestrained sex could numb my broken heart!

Zhang Yali closed her eyes, letting me caress her limp body. Her delicate, beautiful face suddenly made
me feel, in a daze, that she was Shen Dan. However, when I undressed Zhang Yali, I suddenly realized that my
penis was limp and I couldn't get an erection.

Zhang Yali then knelt beneath me, sucking on my soft penis; but even after she tired herself out and lay on my
chest , my penis remained motionless.

Zhang Yali looked at me resentfully: "You, you don't even enjoy women offering themselves up. Hua Ge is much better than you.
Do you know what Shen Dan is doing right now?"

"What is she doing?"

Although I vaguely knew the answer, I still hoped Zhang Yali would give me a definite answer.

Zhang Yali didn't answer, but simply took out her phone and dialed a number. It rang for a while
before connecting. Then she pressed the speakerphone button.

A man's voice came from the other end: "Yali, want to hear it again?"

"Yes."

After a rustling sound, there was a slapping sound. Accompanying this sound were
the thuds of the bed hitting the floor, and a woman's incoherent, trembling moans of pleasure.

The voice was both familiar and strange. Familiar in its tone, strange in its cry.

My penis suddenly hardened, pressing against Zhang Yali's vulva. With a sly smile, Zhang Yali
quickly hung up the phone. She rolled over and inserted my throbbing penis into her warm, moist vagina, then grabbed
my hand and placed it on her high, firm breasts.

I frantically kneaded her firm, soft breasts, her small nipples slowly swelling. Zhang Yali
leaned back , her hands braced on my legs. If my first time with Zhang Yali was in a state of confusion and helplessness,
unable to appreciate the beauty of her body, then this time, as I entered her body, I truly felt
the beauty of her flesh.

Her vagina tightly enveloped my erection. Thrusting, thrusting, grinding—pleasure rapidly gathered.

Zhang Yali leaned down, her full breasts rubbing against my chest with the twisting of her waist. She whispered in my
ear, "Do you know what Shen Dan was doing on her birthday this year?"

I remembered the album on her QQ space titled "March 24," and that silver hair clip…

"What was she doing?"

"She was being fucked, like you're fucking me now, being fucked like crazy, being fucked without a condom all
day… and with internal ejaculation…" Zhang Yali said in my ear, "When I went in, there was already a third
man fucking her, but she didn't know it herself. She was wearing a blindfold at the time…"

"Ah…"

"Hua Ge has a circle of photographers, and they like to get together from time to time to play these perverted games. One
of an old guy who's almost fifty, likes to tie up women and give them enemas… I once…

" "Did Shen Dan…?"

"I don't know. The day I went in, Hua Ge gestured for me to be quiet, afraid that Shen Dan would find out that
there were other people fucking her…"

"Ah…"

Zhang Yali and I cried out at the same time. Streams of hot semen shot into the
deepest part .

Chapter 13

After a quick clean-up, Zhang Yali and I lay on the sofa. She nestled gently in my arms, her fingers
tracing my nipple.

"Tell me..."

I broke the silence.

"Tell me what?"

"About Shen Dan's birthday this year."

"Sigh, you men. You feel uncomfortable if you don't tell, but you get angry if you do..."

Zhang Yali pouted.

I held her, speechless. A wife's infidelity is a fact no man can accept.

Seeing my silence, Zhang Yali continued, "Shen Dan's infidelity can't be entirely blamed on her
. I've been with Hua Ge for over three years, I know his methods of pursuing women all too well, and I also know
how skilled he is in sex. It's hard for any normal woman to resist his advances."

Before I could retort, she continued, "Women are fickle..."

Zhang Yali's meaningful words left me speechless.

"Come with me, I'll show you something," Zhang Yali sat up, led me to her study,
turned on the computer, and entered a blog's URL.

"You didn't know Shen Dan had this blog, did you?" Zhang Yali said as she entered the access password.

The page displayed her wife's cute avatar, followed by diary-style posts. The top
post immediately plunged me into despair: Friday, July 2nd, 2016, 11:40 PM. He
was already asleep. He was really good; we did it twice that night. But I don't know why, lately
, after we've been together, I feel empty inside, like something's missing. Or maybe I'm tired of his demands on my body,
making me feel like his inflatable doll.

My husband will be back next week. Hua Ge wanted to spend the weekend together, but worried I wouldn't be able to,
so we agreed to go to the Linhai Mountain Villa this Friday to celebrate our two-year anniversary. I agreed.
Consider it a break for myself.

This post, though from last month, felt like a bolt from the blue. It seems she and
Zheng Weihua have been together for over two years.

My heart was filled with bitterness. The following posts were my wife's reflections on life and emotions, which, in my
opinion, were just the whining of a petty woman. The next post, however, struck me like a thunderbolt.

Sunday, April 8, 2016, 11:05 PM: Am I a shameless and lewd woman? I

had just seen my husband off at the airport that morning, and Hua Ge's car came to pick me up. I knew
where , but I felt a strange sense of anticipation. It had been over half a month since we had been intimate, and I was really
craving it.

He took me directly to his company; his office was on the 19th floor, in the innermost room. As soon as he closed the door, he
hurriedly picked me up. In this respect, he was a very domineering man; every time he picked me up,
I would become weak and powerless. But this time, he simply laid me down on his desk. I had never done this with a man on
a desk By the time he undressed me, I was so wet that I blushed.

The curtains weren't drawn, and the spring sunlight streamed in, warming my skin. Luckily, this was the top floor, otherwise,
I'd be completely exposed. He sat neatly dressed in his office chair, sipping tea, while I lay shamelessly
naked —no, "naked" isn't quite accurate, because I was wearing black stockings—on the table,
legs spread, letting him scrutinize and fondle me at will.

I covered my face in shame, this posture making me feel like a prostitute. But somehow,
the word "prostitute" evoked a strange, lingering desire within me, alongside shame.

"Baby, do you know? Your body is like a delicate piece of porcelain!"

How could I not know? Hua Ge looked at me, his slightly trembling hands as if
carefully cradling an expensive piece of porcelain. A woman adorns herself for her lover;

I imagined my skin, too, must be glistening with fresh, moist moisture.

"Baby, look at your beautiful face, your high breasts, your flat stomach, your full hips and slender waist, your
long and legs. Any woman who possesses even one of these is already blessed by heaven. But your most beautiful
feature is your 'steamed bun' pussy... your full, thick labia, the creases always overflowing with juice, going in is like entering
heaven..."

"...Stop talking..."

Although I had heard his "strange and absurd theories" many times, every time I heard them, it still made my
body feel itchy and tingly, because I could hear myself softly making "mmm" sounds.

His hands, seemingly casually, slid down, making me feel confused and trembling. He whispered in my ear
, "Every woman is a garden, but not every garden blooms. It needs not only fertile
soil, ample water and sunshine, but also a skilled gardener. For a woman, the soil is her
body , desire is the water and sunshine, and I am your gardener...

" "...Because only I truly know how to cultivate your cunt...that place is destined to be mine,
I know how to make you bloom with your most vibrant flowers..."

His hand covered my vulva, two fingers tracing my genitals from bottom to top.

I began to succumb to the man's murmurs, impatiently reaching for his crotch. He dodged, but
said in an even more magnetic voice, "Baby, why is your body so supple? It's because of me. I
've fucked you far more times than your husband. Every time you reach orgasm, it's
the moment your secret garden blossoms in full glory. Only I am your true, your only gardener. Therefore, although your husband is
the legal owner of this land, I am the true user, I am the one to whom your soul and body belong..."

In the man's magnetic voice, I had completely lost myself. I think
a , echoing back to my ears, becoming a muffled, incoherent whimper, like a she-wolf in heat at midnight.

My body danced wildly under the direction of his magician's fingers, and I raised my hips high, trying to
present his most fertile ground before him, to demand his caress of this mysterious paradise.

Suddenly, he forcefully took my vulva into his mouth. Yes, my entire vulva,
enveloped by his outstretched tongue and warm mouth. His tongue licked back and forth from bottom to top, while simultaneously sucking hard at my vulva, as if trying to suck out all
the air inside. Then, his tongue curled up, nimble as a snake and hard as a cone, arching open the layers of tender flesh, and burrowing
into the already itchy and uncomfortable vagina. His sudden action made my hips tremble and rise like waves,
my soul seemingly soaring on the clouds that divided heaven and earth. I screamed in a daze, my waist arched, my whole body stiffened, and
a gush of liquid spurted out. I… lost control of my bladder!

He moved his mouth away, watching with smug satisfaction as glistening liquid gushed from my vagina. I
covered my face , while he, in his disgust, wore a shameless grin.

"Baby, your body is getting more and more sensitive...you're such a beauty!" he said.

The ensuing intercourse was completed in alternations of thrusting and incontinence. He thrust in and out rapidly several times, then pulled out
sharply , watching with smug satisfaction as my vagina gushed forth fluid. I was helpless against him, and could only cry and beg
him to put it in quickly, until he finally ejaculated his scalding semen deep inside me.

Afterwards, my fluids were everywhere on the table, and he mocked me mercilessly. That scoundrel!

Lunch was takeout. I lay weakly on the sofa, and he fed me spoonful by spoonful. The food tasted
good, but more importantly, being fed by a man gave me a feeling of being pampered and happy, and for a moment I even
vaguely thought that I was this man's beloved wife.

In the afternoon, while we were making love, my husband called. I was lying face down on the table, my buttocks sticking out, answering
my husband's call. I turned to look at him, ashamed. He didn't stop; instead, he
thrust slowly but harder from behind. I tried to stop him, but he grabbed my hands, even lifting my upper body, his broad
chest pressed against my back, his hands kneading my breasts. The strong masculine scent almost gave me
away in front of my husband. I endured the feeling of his erect penis wriggling and burrowing inside me, covering my mouth as I listened to my husband speak.
If I hadn't hung up the phone quickly, I think my subsequent uncontrollable screams when I lost control of my bladder would have been completely
exposed to my husband.

But at that moment, besides a hint of fear, I felt mostly excitement. Had I really fallen so low?

All afternoon, he kept fucking me. I don't know how many orgasms I had, but
in the end, I collapsed onto the bed, completely powerless, letting his semen cover my body.

God save me!

This is the end of my diary.

Some say that excessive pain can numb you. That's how I feel now. If I was crying like a woman this morning
, now I feel like I'm watching someone else's story. Only within this
numb web of emotions, a painful feeling surfaces, reminding me that I'm still alive.

I remember that time at the airport, I kissed my wife goodbye. However, I never imagined that not
long after she would be lying on another man's back. After arriving at my destination that afternoon, I called my wife's cell phone,
but there was only silence in the background. I remember talking incessantly about the funny things that happened at the airport; Shen Dan
didn't say much, only occasionally making "hmm..." sounds. I thought she was listening intently to my
story, but I never imagined that those sounds were her suppressed moans.

When I learned of Shen Dan's infidelity a few days ago, I had imagined the process of her affair. But,
with my sexual experience as blank as my wife's, how much room for imagination could I possibly have?
The process recorded in Shen Dan's diary far exceeded my imagination, almost making me lose the courage to read the later entries.

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