My wife and son's best friend were having illicit intercourse in my bed.

Finally home! After a grueling 10-hour bus ride, I'm finally back in my haven. Today is my wife's 42nd birthday! I was so eager to get home that I rushed to the cake shop as soon as I got off the bus, bought her favorite cake, and then, carrying my heavy suitcase, hailed a taxi. In my haste, I left without paying, almost causing a misunderstanding. I eagerly ran up to the 7th floor, my joy overwhelming my exhaustion. A year ago today, before I even had a chance to buy my wife a cake, I was urgently picked up by a driver sent by my company. The sorrowful look in her eyes, her silent protest, before I left still burns in my heart. This year, the company is even busier; I almost had a falling out with my boss yesterday to secure two days off. This year, I absolutely had to come back for my wife's birthday. My wife and I grew up together. After graduating from university, she came back to be with me, giving up a good job her uncle had found for her. And with her beautiful face, she "ruthlessly" rejected the advances of many men more handsome and accomplished than me. After we got married, she never made any higher demands on me financially, so our relationship was naturally very good, though our finances weren't very comfortable. Our son was admitted to a university in another city a year ago, and to support him, I transferred to work in another province five years ago, solely to earn more money. After more than ten years of marriage, my wife and I have been living apart. My wife often complains, but what can I do? Today, I rushed back, without telling my wife beforehand, to make up for my "mistake" last year. I bought her a birthday present in advance—a floral dress. I imagined how beautiful she would look in it on her slender figure! I consider myself a pretty romantic person, and these little tricks have often surprised my wife before. "Knock knock knock...knock knock knock," I gently knocked on the door twice, imagining the next scene: my wife opened the door, first surprised, then playfully throwing herself into my arms, scolding me for hiding it, and then giving me a tender, sweet kiss…how warm and romantic that would be! The scene was so beautiful, I dared not continue imagining it. But my wife didn't open the door! Was she asleep? I checked the time, 9 PM. At this hour, my wife should be watching TV, not asleep. "Knock knock knock...knock knock knock," I knocked lightly twice more, a little harder than before. Waiting... still no one opened the door. Had she gone to sleep so early? I thought about it carefully, maybe it was because it was her birthday today and I hadn't told her I was coming home, so she was angry and went to bed early. My dear wife, you don't know I'm already home, do you? I'm standing at our door now, about to give you a surprise, I want to give you the happiest birthday ever! I took out my key, opened the security door, and went inside. I thought my wife would hear me, but she didn't. I deliberately closed the door quietly, afraid she would hear. The living room was dark; it seemed my wife was asleep. I didn't turn on the light, gently placed the luggage and cake at the door, and then groped my way to the bedroom in the dark. I was wondering how to "break in"—shove the door open and startle her? Or should I knock and tease her? Just as I was pondering my own thoughts, I heard my wife's voice coming from the bedroom: "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." The moans were intermittent, yet so familiar. I was stunned by the faint sound; even a fool could recognize it. I froze, rooted to the spot. "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." My wife's familiar moans suddenly rose in volume. I don't know why I was so calm. I tried pushing the door; it wasn't locked and opened very gently. The bedroom light was on, and I looked towards the bed... I froze... What I saw before me was a scene I'd only ever seen in porn: a tall, muscular young man stood naked on my bed, his wife, also naked, her hair disheveled, kneeling before him, her hands around his buttocks, her mouth rhythmically sucking and swallowing his large penis, moaning softly. The man, meanwhile, stroked her head, his eyes closed, involuntarily...The video, titled "Multiple People Rape a Married Woman Full Version Free Mobile Playback," began with comfortable moans. Yes, that woman was my wife, with a delicate face and a beautiful figure—my beloved wife. I was stunned. My wife's obscene act with another man surprised me, but what surprised me even more was this young man. He was my son's childhood friend, Xiaodong. I wasn't angry; more accurately, my anger hadn't even had a chance to vent before it was extinguished by this boy named Xiaodong. I was left only with astonishment. I don't know why I only felt astonishment and not anger! Xiaodong was two years older than my son, only 22 years old this year, while my wife was a full 20 years older than him! What does 20 years mean? She could be his mother. My astonishment turned into incomprehension. Yes, I couldn't understand how two people 20 years apart could do such a thing? My silent presence clearly didn't affect their progress. "Minlan, lie down, I want to eat yours too..." Xiaodong's cry of "Minlan" shattered my heart. Minlan, that's my wife's name, how could he call her that? My wife, like a slave obeying her master's command, obediently lay down, while Xiaodong brutally pressed down on her. Head to toe, they were facing each other. Xiaodong quickly buried his head between my wife's legs and began licking her genitals, while my wife continued to suck on Xiaodong's penis, her tongue occasionally darting out, savoring the sensation... I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife was giving oral sex to another man. I was bewildered. I'd lived with my wife for 20 years, and she had never given me, never given oral sex to her husband. She said it was unhygienic, but when I wasn't home, she willingly gave oral sex to someone else... …I nearly collapsed to the ground in agony, only a sliver of dignity holding me back…I closed my eyes in anguish, tears welling up without me even realizing it…The scene of a husband stabbing or even killing his cheating wife with a knife—a common occurrence in the news—flashed before my eyes. I clenched my fists, suppressing the urge to break down…But ultimately, I chose to remain calm. While I was wrestling with my thoughts, my wife and Xiaodong, engrossed in their physical pleasure, were oblivious to my presence on the bed. Normally, I should have been able to hear them when I opened the security door, but perhaps they were too absorbed in their lovemaking to notice. They were kissing each other's genitals, their "movement" intensifying, emitting moans of intercourse…I couldn't bear to watch any longer; my wife was having sex with another man right in front of me. I felt like dying. I walked weakly and quietly to the living room, turned on the light, and looked around. I noticed the leftover food on the kitchen table, which they hadn't had time to clean up. On the coffee table in the living room, there was a cake with candles—the same cake I had bought. On the sofa, my wife's and Xiaodong's underwear were scattered haphazardly, my wife's white bra glaringly obvious. I could imagine the heartbreaking scene: the two of them had dinner together, then came to the living room, lit candles, my wife made a wish, ate some cake, played around on the sofa, and, consumed by lust, tore off their clothes and tossed them haphazardly aside. Then, naked, they embraced and went to the bedroom—no, maybe Xiaodong carried my wife into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed… Just as my thoughts were racing, I heard my wife's voice again from the bedroom: "Xiaodong, Auntie wants it, put it in…" My wife's almost vulgar request deeply wounded my heart once more. "Ah..." With a cry from my wife, I knew that intense intercourse had begun inside. What was wrong with me? How could I just sit there like an idiot on the sofa, numbly allowing someone to do whatever they wanted to my wife in my bedroom, on my bed? I don't know why... and I don't want to know! "Ah... ah... faster, Xiaodong, um... faster, harder... ah..." "A little deeper, ah... deeper, um..." "So big... so comfortable... ah... oh... so hard... Xiaodong, your cock is so big... oh... um... ah... harder... baby... so comfortable..." My wife's oblivious moans were like needles, pricking my nerves. "Minlan... ah... Lan'er... Lan'er... my darling... Lan'er..." Xiaodong called out my wife's nickname passionately. This was my pet name for my wife, a name that belonged entirely to me. It had been taken from me by someone else, and my heart was completely broken. "Ah... good brother, Lan'er is your woman... um... Lan'er is yours everything..." "I just love fucking Lan'er's ass, I just love fucking Lan'er from behind... oh, Lan'er..." "Um... you bad boy... Xiaodong is a bad boy, you just love fucking people's ass, ah... fuck me, Lan'er is yours, fuck me wherever you want, oh... oh... so good, brother, harder, ah... Lan'er just loves brother's big cock, just loves brother's big cock... ah... oh... oh..." "Honey, do you like brother's big cock? Do you like brother fucking your sister with his big cock? Oh..." "Oh... I like it, Lan'er likes brother's big cock, ah... harder... ah... big cock brother, big cock brother, big cock brother... Lan'er likes it so much... brother, harder, fuck harder... sister's pussy just loves being fucked by brother... ah... um... um..." I listened blankly to my wife and Xiaodong's lewd words. I saw a wife I didn't recognize. Stripped of her dignified and elegant facade, my wife's true nature was so vile, so lewd and shameless. I'd rather be rid of a wife like that. I sat on the sofa, quietly waiting for the struggle inside to end. Xiaodong, young and strong, had been going on for almost half an hour, and there was no sign of it ending. My wife and I had only lasted about ten minutes; compared to Xiaodong, I could say I "finished quickly." I felt ashamed; my face was burning. "Fuck your mother...fuck your mother...ah...Yuhua, fuck your mother...ah...Yuhua, fuck your mother, ah..." Xiaodong suddenly started shouting. Yuhua is my son. At this moment, Xiaodong was actually enjoying his friend's mother's body while simultaneously insulting his best friend, as if venting his satisfaction at possessing his friend's mother's body. My wife shamelessly responded, "Ah...husband, harder...harder...ah...ah...husband, um...fuck me harder...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me harder...fuck...fuck...ah..." I was helpless. My lover was so disrespectful to my own son, and the mother was shamelessly responding. I cried again...this time, tears streamed down my face! "Good wife, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum..." Xiaodong was finally about to finish inside. "Ah...husband, cum inside, cum a lot, get me pregnant, make my belly big, hurry...ah...make Minlan's belly big...husband, um..." My wife went crazy, shamelessly uttering lewd and obscene words. Xiaodong's evil and my wife's vulgarity were so perfectly matched at this moment, so complementary. "Ah...ah, wife...ah...Lan'er, wife...I'm coming, I'm coming...ah..." With a long gasp, Xiaodong and his wife finished their battle. I could imagine Xiaodong ejaculating all his semen into his wife's body. His wife had probably reached her climax too, and she cried out incoherently, "Baby, ah...I want it, ah...husband...shoot it all inside, so much...so hot...so comfortable...ah...husband um..." Finally, all was quiet...I breathed a sigh of relief! It felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off my shoulders. For about ten minutes, the whole room was silent... "Hehehe...you're so bad...hehehe..." His wife suddenly let out a silvery laugh, and then said, "I don't mind playing with you two, as long as she's willing. But your little one isn't as easy to talk to as your aunt! Hehehe..." My heart sank completely. To everyone else, his wife, who was dignified and proper, was so frivolous, so wanton, so shameless in front of this little brat. Is this still my gentle, virtuous, and devoted wife? "Xiaodong, you must be tired. Auntie will get you a glass of water, and let's have some cake." I heard the rustling sound of my wife putting on her shoes. I stopped my reverie; finally, I had to face my shameless wife. "Hey, when you carried me into the bedroom, I remember turning off the living room light, right?" "Yes!" Xiaodong replied lazily. "Strange! What's wrong?" my wife asked, puzzled. "Ah!" My wife, now in the living room, suddenly saw me sitting on the sofa, expressionless, glaring at her fiercely. My wife was stunned, frozen in place, unable to move. She tried to open her mouth a few times, but no sound came out. My wife stood naked before me, and I carefully examined this wife who was both familiar and unfamiliar. Although she was 42 years old, she had no excess fat, a beautiful face, and full breasts.A firm, pert bottom, a slender waist, long, flowing hair like a waterfall… My wife's mature charm possessed a captivating allure and attraction for any man. Yet, at that moment, I felt completely unfamiliar with her. Finally, my wife spoke first: "You, why are you back? Why, why didn't you tell me?" She was clearly guilty. I didn't speak, because I didn't want to. In the bedroom, Xiaodong also heard my wife speaking to me, and immediately, I heard the sound of searching for clothes. What clothes were there? Those two's clothes were right beside me. A moment later, Xiaodong, wrapped in a towel, came out. Seeing me, he stood trembling beside my wife. I waved my hand, signaling Xiaodong to put on his clothes first. Xiaodong didn't dare look at me, quickly went to the sofa, and hurriedly put on his clothes. My wife also frantically found her underwear and bra scattered on the sofa and hurriedly put them on. I didn't say anything to my wife, just told Xiaodong to go downstairs and wait for me outside. I knew it was chilly outside, so I needed to get a coat from the bedroom. I went into the bedroom where my wife and Xiaodong had just been fighting, and saw clumps of toilet paper scattered haphazardly on the floor, used to wipe their semen—white wads that stung my eyes. I went to the bed and saw the sheets were a mess, a clear wet stain on the light-colored sheets. My heart was heavy… When I left the house, I saw my wife already dressed, sitting on the sofa, sobbing. Xiaodong was shivering on the sidewalk, whether from the cold or fear. Seeing me, he lowered his head in shame. I walked up to him, raised my right hand, and slapped him hard across the face. Xiaodong staggered, almost collapsing to the ground. "Uncle, I was wrong, I'm sorry…" Would an apology do any good? Could it salvage their relationship and dignity? I didn't want to hear those apologies! I just wanted to know when it all started. Xiaodong stammered as he recounted his first affair with his wife. That day was this time last year, his wife's birthday. I clearly remember leaving home, leaving my wife, with a sense of apology. I called Xiaodong from the car, asking him to buy a birthday cake for my wife and have it delivered to my house. Xiaodong said he rushed back from school, arriving close to evening. He bought the cake and hurriedly delivered it to my house. When he entered, Xiaodong said his wife's eyes were red, clearly from crying. Xiaodong comforted his wife for a few moments, intending to leave immediately, but his wife warmly invited him to stay and prepared a delicious meal. During the meal, his wife brought out the red wine I had bought, and they both drank quite a bit. His wife, drowning her sorrows in alcohol, started crying, saying that being separated from me for so long had made her lonely and isolated. Xiaodong could only patiently comfort her. Alone in the room, under the influence of alcohol, his wife and Xiaodong embraced.后来在我的床上，妻子宽衣解带，脱的一丝不挂，晓东欲火焚身，顾不得伦理道德了，两人撕扯着如胶似漆的翻滚在了一起……晓东说，那晚他们俩几乎一夜未眠，不知道做了多少次，妻子多年来压抑的性欲彻底爆发了。后来，两人几乎每个礼拜都要见两次面，每次都是在我的家裏，在我的卧室，在我的床上…… 我不知道该说什幺好，想狠狠再揍一顿这小子，但是又觉得没必要了。我让他走了，我警告他再没有以后了，而且离我儿子远一点。晓东向我发誓，再也不会了。他走了，临走前，我把外套给了他，我看到他已经哆嗦的脸色苍白了……我不清楚我是怎幺走回我的家门口的……我站在门口，想进去，又不想进去。我想回家休息，可又不想看到妻子。呆在门口，我恍惚起来，我知道，我从此没有爱情了…

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