【Fallen】(07) Author: fl7898256

Author: fl7898256
Word Count: 6364

Chapter Seven:

I fled in a disheveled state, not even knowing what I was afraid of. I just clutched the DV camera tightly, got into the car, and sped away without a
care . Perhaps I felt guilty about my actions that afternoon? Perhaps I
was angry at Spencer for playing with my wife? Perhaps I was ashamed of Jing's indulgence in passionate sex with another man? Or perhaps I felt ashamed of my wife
for not understanding me ? I couldn't tell.
This was probably what they meant by "a jumble of emotions. "

Driving wildly on the highway, the fierce wind rushed in through the car window, making my forehead ache and my scalp
tingle . This was actually the feeling I wanted right now; my brain needed numbness to relieve the pain. I drove around on the highway
for a long time before finally getting home. A short 20-minute drive took me almost two hours. By the time
I got to my building, it was almost 8 PM. Seeing Jing's car, I realized with a start that I hadn't told her I'd be late. I hurriedly
pulled out my phone to check, and sure enough, there were four missed calls and six WeChat messages from Jing. The earliest one
was sent at 3 PM.

3:13 PM, "Yi Yi, honey... I'll be home early today and make you something delicious..."

3:40 PM, "I'm leaving now! Remember to come back early... Love you..."

4:30 PM, "I'm home..."

5:30 PM, "Come back at 6 PM today, okay? Dinner's almost ready..."

6:30 PM, "Yi Yi, are you busy today? Let me know, the food's getting cold..."

7:30 PM, "Honey, when are you coming home... Why didn't you answer the phone..."

My heart clenched, filled with guilt. When Jing sent me those WeChat messages, I was probably in
the motel having sex with her colleague Stephanie. I rushed upstairs, and the moment I opened the door, a soft
body threw itself into my arms.

"Honey, you're finally back..." Jing wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled into my arms. "I was so
worried about you, why didn't you even call!" she pouted, pretending to be unhappy, and then looked up and brought her lips
close to mine.

Jing's lips were moist and soft, with a pleasant fragrance. Her tongue teasingly licked my lips,
and she looked at me with a blush.

"Were you busy today?" she asked, and then started preparing to heat up my meal. The table was full of dishes, all of which
were my favorites.

"I...uh...yes...I had a lot of things to do." I answered ambiguously. "Why did you make so
much food? What day is it today?" I turned my back to Jing and went to the wardrobe to change my clothes, changing the subject to cover up my embarrassment.

Jing seemed not to hear my question. When I repeated it, she whispered, "I haven't seen you
all day , I missed you..."

"Isn't it guilt?" I thought to myself, but I didn't say it out loud.

We were both preoccupied with our own thoughts, so dinner was naturally a little awkward. Jing made small talk with me for
a few moments, but seeing that I was somewhat indifferent, she stopped talking and silently ate her food while watching TV.
Was Jing feeling guilty? And wasn't I feeling the same way? Only my pain was two-sided, stemming from both myself and
her.

After dinner, I volunteered to wash the dishes, and Jing used the time to take a shower. Women always
take a long time showering. When I went to the bathroom to dry my hands after washing the dishes, I noticed a set of sexy lingerie hanging behind the bathroom door
. It was a nearly transparent black nightgown, the style of which I had never seen before; I guessed it was a new purchase by Jing. There was also a pair of
black sheer stockings with seductive lace trim. Clearly, Jing wanted to change into them after her shower to tease me. We
hadn't made love in a while, especially with Jing being so proactive. However, Jing's initiative now
felt like a huge torment to me. I increasingly felt that she was trying to make up for her mistake, to fill the void of her
guilt. "She's actually comforting herself," was my thought at that moment. Besides, I just had sex with another woman today
, and Stephanie's bodily fluids might still be stuck to my unwashed penis.
Having sex with Jing with a penis like that would be sacrilege; I couldn't do it.

I gently stroked the stockings and turned to look at the steamy bathroom. The sound of running water filled the air, and I saw Jing
washing her long hair. Although the plastic screen blurred her figure, her long legs and full breasts still made
her silhouette alluring. Are you really the slut Stephanie described, with such a strong sexual desire?
I had witnessed Spencer's frenzied manipulation of Jing, her resistance mixed with pleasure—a
contradiction, yet so real. Did Jing wear these stockings when she had sex with Spencer? I could almost see the white semen stains on the black
stockings released my grip on the stockings, making up my mind.

"Jing," I murmured, staring at the lustful figure behind the screen.

"Huh? You startled me. When did you come in?" Jing asked me in surprise, seemingly unaware of
my actions.

"I just came in to wash my hands," I explained. "Jingjing," I took a deep breath. "I still have experiments
to finish, I have to go back to the lab."

"What?" Jing suddenly pulled open the bathroom screen, her stunning figure exposed to the air, her breasts
heaving and trembling with rapid breathing, water constantly flowing down her shoulders, over her breasts, and finally gathering on her pubic hair
, dripping onto the floor. "This wetness will taste delicious!" Wan's lewd voice vaguely echoed in my ears
, and I quickly looked away.

"Didn't you just come back?" Jing took a step forward, seemingly wanting to leave,
but then retreated, remembering she was soaking wet. She leaned against the door, looking at me with a pitiful expression, her lips tightly pressed together, as if she was about to cry.

"Do you really have to go?"

"Um...it's urgent...I have to finish it in the next few days..." I said, looking down.

"Then...then go ahead...be careful...come back soon..." Jing didn't stop me anymore, she
just leaned against the door, her eyes still red.

I pretended not to see and hummed in agreement, but actually my heart was aching terribly. Yi, you idiot! You have such a
good woman by your side, yet you don't try to understand her. Now you've cowardly backed away, handing your
wife over to someone else to play with! At the same time, a strange feeling surged in my lower body—excitement! The thought that I
would willingly give Jing to someone else to play with actually excited me. I was shocked, and I wanted to slap myself...
I slapped myself. Could I be having cuckolding tendencies? Quickly calming myself, I went to kiss Jing's
lips . Her lips were moist and soft, her tongue actively attacking mine in a French kiss. I enjoyed the pleasure of sucking on Jing's tongue
and didn't want to separate. Later, it was Jing who pushed me away, leaving me feeling somewhat lost.

"Go quickly, come back soon." I couldn't tell if there were tears on her face, but my intuition told me she was crying.

"I will. You should go to sleep early later." I hardened my heart, turned and walked out of the bathroom, grabbed my keys and clothes,
and left the apartment.

With nowhere to go, I drove to the college and sat alone in my office. Overwhelmed with emotions, my mind was a mess, and
I didn't know what to do. Inexplicably, I connected the DV camera Stephanie had given me to the desktop computer. The first
video, as expected, was the scene I recorded that night where Spencer and Wan drugged and raped Jing. The video was about two and a half hours long.
I fast-forwarded through it a few times, not wanting to recall that nightmarish night, and then turned it off.

There were three files left. I had deleted all the original content from the DV to make sure I had enough space
, so these were obviously copied to me by Stephanie. I had a pretty good idea what was inside, but I couldn't
resist opening them out of curiosity.

The first extra file was a photograph. It was probably taken with a phone through the gap in the blinds;
although only the person in the picture was visible from the chest down, the image quality was decent. The background was an ordinary
office , with a woman in a black office suit sitting in an office chair, but making unusual movements. Her
right leg was stretched straight out over the desk, even her beautiful foot in light brown high heels was flexed,
supported only by the slender heel. Her left leg was raised and placed on the computer tower under the desk, her shoe already off and carelessly tossed under
the chair. The originally dignified and professional black suit had been completely rolled up to her waist,
exposing to the air. What was even more shocking was that the woman was pulling down her thong with one hand and inserting what appeared to be a marker pen into her vagina with
the other . A patch of the chair beneath her vagina was already wet;
it seemed she had been masturbating in this position for a while, with a considerable amount of vaginal fluid dripping onto the chair.

I sighed. Seeing those straight, slender legs, I knew it was Jing. It seemed Stephanie wanted to use
this photo to tell me she hadn't lied to me. Jing really was masturbating in the office, and what happened afterward was probably true too.
The photo was titled "sorry." I smiled bitterly. This apology might be
a relief for Stephanie, but it meant nothing to me.

The remaining two were video files. I got up and locked the office door, then came back, took a deep breath, and
opened a video titled "barn." The screen began to shake violently, the camera pointed at the ceiling,
seemingly a large factory. The background sounds included a woman's faint moans, a man's heavy breathing, and
the sound of wind. After a few seconds, the screen suddenly shook violently and began to move. Then, Spencer's large face appeared
on the screen, seemingly setting up the filming equipment and constantly adjusting its position. Jing appeared at the bottom of
the frame , wearing a yellow hard hat and dark blue work clothes, but her pants had been
pulled down to her ankles, exposing her white buttocks and thighs.
While , Jing was sitting on the ground, slumped against a nearby haystack, panting. After finishing his adjustments, Spencer turned
to look at Jing, then excitedly said to the camera, "I'm fucking an Asian bitch!"

"You...what are you doing?" Jing's voice came. "You're...recording?" her voice
was somewhat panicked. "No...please...no..." Jing scrambled to her feet, trying to move towards the camera,
but tripped over her ankle-length pants and nearly fell. Spencer calmly retreated to Jing's side, embracing her from behind as
she tried to grab the camera, his hands roughly kneading her breasts through her clothes.

Jing was overwhelmed with shame, her face flushed red, and she lowered her head, trying to cover her face with her hair. "Don't record...don't
...ah...it hurts...be gentle..."

Spencer's eyes were fixed on the camera, while he licked Jing's ear with his tongue, his hands kneading her
breasts more roughly, his lower body also thrusting, seemingly rubbing his penis against Jing's vulva. "This is just
a souvenir , it's fine. Hehe, maybe we can use it as foreplay later!" Several
sensitive areas were being stimulated at the same time, and Jing was already limp, moaning incessantly, without the strength to grab
the camera .

Spencer chuckled, picked Jing up and moved forward to the camera, lowered his head and fiddled with it for a few moments, then suddenly thrust forward.
Jing's eyes widened, her mouth formed an "O," and she tilted her head back, letting out a sharp moan. Spencer took the opportunity to grab Jing's
long hair with one hand and pinch her hands behind her back with the other, maintaining this position as he
thrust . Jing tried to resist, but the size and strength difference between them was too great, like a polar bear raping a
little rabbit.

"It hurts...be gentle...ah...ah...ah...be gentle...it's too big...it's going to...it's going to split open
...slow down..." Jing closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, but her moans never stopped. Her
expression was complex, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"I'll fuck you looser, so it'll be easier to have children with Yi later." Spencer teased Jing from behind,
thrusting harder and harder, making Jing moan incessantly. "This cunt is fucking tight, it feels so good! Hey, Jing,
are in love with my cock?" Spencer suddenly asked.

"Shut...shut...ah...uh...shut up...ah...you threatened me...I...ah
..." Jing's eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, seemingly disgusted by Spencer's words, but the pleasure was real.

"Tch, don't you know why I called you to the barn? Huh? I haven't even started and your cunt
is already soaking wet. What are you thinking about all day? You're not always thinking about getting fucked by me, are you? Haha," he said, thrusting hard
.

Jing threw her head back and screamed, whether from the thrust or the lewd words, she trembled and climaxed
, collapsing limply below the frame. Spencer knelt down with Jing's movement, his
penis still inside her. He thrust a few more times on Jing, muttering to himself in front of the camera, "This is
the easiest bitch I've ever climaxed with." The image froze there.

My mind was buzzing. Watching my wife being fucked, I felt a strange restlessness in my lower body. Although I was filled with
anger, I had to admit there was a hint of excitement mixed in. I took a sip of cold water and opened the second
video, titled "home."

The scene opens with two naked people having sex, the zoomed-in shot showing only their
tightly joined genitals. The man's thick penis thrusts forcefully into the woman's vagina, so thick that
each thrust pulls the woman's vulva inside out, revealing pink flesh, with vaginal fluid already flowing down her thighs.
The man's penis is long, seemingly reaching the deepest part of the woman's vagina with each thrust, leaving a small portion protruding.
The background sounds are still the mixed panting and moaning of a man and woman; the woman occasionally complains that the man is penetrating too deeply and hurting her,
but the man ignores her completely. The woman's movements seem to be in sync with the rhythm of the man's thrusts, pushing against his penis
and emitting rhythmic moans. Suddenly, a phone rings—it's Jing's cell phone. Without a doubt,
the woman experiencing multiple orgasms is Jing, and the man behind her, penetrating her from behind, is Spencer.
Spencer ignores the ringing, continuing his relentless thrusting. Jing seems to struggle, leaning forward to grab the phone,
pushing the man's lower abdomen with one hand.

"Ah...ah...I...oh...I...I...I have to...oh...I have to answer this call...

stop...for a minute...please..." Jing pleaded. Spencer thrust a few more times before
pulling his monstrous penis out of Jing's vagina; it was fucking long. He slapped Jing's buttocks, and
she shifted uncomfortably. "Go ahead and answer it!" he said, zooming out on the video camera and turning
away from the frame. Only then did I realize that I was on my living room sofa, the same
spot I had just been sitting! The living room was brightly lit; it must have been daytime.

Jing seemed relieved, turning around and sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed. She was only wearing an open
bra , her breasts peeking out. She tidied her messy hair, took a deep breath, and answered
the phone.

"Hello, Yi Yi?" Like a bolt from the blue, my hair stood on end. It was me who had made the call.

"Oh...yes...yes...I...I'm busy," she said awkwardly, hugging her knees,
her eyes welling with tears, biting her lip to keep quiet.

"Yes, I...I...I get off work at the normal time. Ah? No, it's just that I have too much to do." I
forgot which call this was, but I might have noticed that Jing's voice sounded a little unusual.

"You're not coming home for dinner tonight? Why?" She subconsciously turned to look at Spencer, seemingly
stunned by what she saw.

Spencer then appeared on screen, holding a pair of white stockings and sitting down next to Jing. Without a word,
he started pulling up Jing's feet and putting the stockings on her. Jing tried to struggle, but dared not make any big movements that would be noticed, so she could only
cover her mouth and let him manipulate her sensitive ankles.

"Then...okay then. Be careful...be careful...ah!" she cried out in surprise
as Spencer suddenly spread Jing's legs and rubbed his large penis against her vulva.

"N-nothing...it's nothing...the documents fell on the floor..." Jing explained into the phone, forcefully kicking away
Spencer who was on top of her. Spencer stood up, and Jing looked up at him fearfully, mouthing
something, then hesitated for a moment before leaning back and giving Spencer a footjob with her white-stockinged feet.

"What time will you be back?" Jing's tone was much calmer now that she had caught her breath. "So late? Okay, I'll
try to wait for you to come back. You go ahead and do your work. I'm hanging up now." Then, remembering something, she quickly added, "Yiyi
, I love you. Okay, bye-bye." She hung up the phone. "Are you crazy! My husband will find out!"

Jing shouted angrily at Spencer. "It's even better if he finds out. Just divorce him and come live with me. I'll help
you get a visa, and you can give me blowjobs every day, hahaha." Spencer said nonchalantly. "I
can satisfy you better than him, you bitch! He doesn't know how slutty you are, does he?"

Jing ignored his teasing. "We had an agreement. I'll only stay with you until I leave in May, after which we'll
have nothing to do with each other!"

"Of course, I'm a reasonable person. But as you said, before you leave, you
have to listen to everything I say. Otherwise, your husband and his colleagues and mentors will receive your beautiful photos, and then
I probably won't be the only one sleeping with you."

"You're despicable!" Jing glared at him angrily, but given her current posture, it seemed more like she was whining about
her unsatisfied desire.

"Hahahaha, say what you will. Is it Yi? When is he coming back?"

"He...he'll be back in an hour..." Jing lied to her.

"Hmph, then it seems I need to hurry." Spencer grabbed Jing's feet, which were still giving him a footjob, spread
them apart, and then thrust his penis hard into Jing's honey hole. Jing's face was full of disgust, her mouth
tightly closed only letting out a weak moan. But her body's reaction to pleasure was the most real, and her juices
gushed out from her honey hole with each thrust.

I leaned back in my chair, refusing to look at the screen. The sound still came through; at first, there were only soft , wet sounds
of sex, but soon Jing couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled groan, moans erupted like a volcanic eruption
, filling my headphones and drowning out everything else. I stared blankly at the ceiling, not
knowing how much time had passed before the video ended on its own. Jing was weakly resisting, yet desperately craving Spencer.
I could tell Jing loved me. She wanted to escape this quagmire on her own, and leaving in May seemed like the only way
out. However, I didn't believe Spencer would actually let her go then; no rational
person would believe that. But Jing believed it; this was her lifeline. I wanted to make a move, but
after much deliberation , I realized that any action I took would likely be discovered by Jing—that I already knew. If that were the case,
all of Jing's efforts and sacrifices would have been meaningless from the start. Could she bear it? Could she strip naked and
show her true self to everyone? Obviously not, I'm afraid my beloved wife will go insane from this.
Stephanie , please, just get on with your plan! I really don't know what to do.

It's ridiculous that I'm placing my hopes on someone who's dragging my wife into this mess.

A flood of thoughts overwhelmed me, making my head buzz and my ears ring. I sat there for a while longer before getting up and backing up
all the videos to several different online storage drives, then hiding the DV memory card in
the deepest part of my drawer. Only then did I get up to leave and go home.

My phone lit up; there were two missed calls. To my surprise, it was from my best friend Kai, whom I hadn't seen in years.
Kai is my senior from university; we graduated from the same university in China and came to the US, and coincidentally...
He came to the same school as me for graduate school and took good care of me. Later, after getting his master's degree, he went to work on the West Coast,
while I chose to pursue a PhD.

I quickly called back; it turned out that Kai was going on a business trip to a city about three hours' drive from me the day after tomorrow and wanted to
meet up with me the night after that—just one night. Of course, I had no problem with that. The day after tomorrow was Friday, and I was also feeling
down and needed someone to keep me company. Although I couldn't say it outright, having a drink with a friend would be nice, so I readily agreed.

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