[Urban] Sea of Desire (Complete) - 13-15

Chapter 96

Rematch Ma Xiaochi's heart skipped a beat when he saw the incoming call.

It was Gu Jiaping calling.

Ma Xiaochi answered while complaining about the weak signal, then prepared to leave.

Xue'er, adjusting her pajamas, said slowly, "Don't pretend, my home phone signal is great. Just say what's inconvenient." Xue'er

smiled as she spoke; she saw right through Ma Xiaochi's tricks.

Ma Xiaochi said, "I have to go out for a bit, wait for my call." He then

walked out.

Xue'er said, "Don't call me, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. Drive carefully." She watched the man's retreating figure with a wistful gaze. The man, adjusting his clothes, looked at the woman with guilty eyes. Xue'er said

, "Go on, a man always needs to do something."

Ma Xiaochi's back was drenched in sweat. Ma Xiaochi wondered why this woman had arrived at this hour, and why she had told him she was near Deshengmen and that he should hurry and pick her up.

Thinking of Gu Jiaping alone in the night wind, Ma Xiaochi's heart tightened, and he stepped on the gas.

Ma Xiaochi and Gu Jiaping sat down in a small coffee shop. Ma Xiaochi said, "Why did you just show up without even saying hello?"

Gu Jiaping replied, "How many times can I look for you? Do I need an appointment or something? Let me tell you, I wouldn't have come to see you this time if it weren't for your son. Look at you, acting like he's not your own son! Our son is going astray, and you don't care. How am I, as his mother, supposed to manage him? You're driving me crazy, you damn fool!"

Ma Xiaochi said, "How can I not be worried? He's my son. If I don't manage him now, he might take some girl to bed one day. But you know, it's like drug addiction; it's not easy to quit. Even if he transfers schools, every school has girls. Our son is so handsome, so popular. Sigh, it's all my fault."

"Alright, alright, stop wallowing in self-pity. How shameless to praise yourself like that." "

Okay, I'll definitely find time to have a good talk with my son, okay, definitely."

Gu Jiaping said, "Yes, you'll definitely be able to raise the child well, you're so amazing." "

I just wanted to talk to you, otherwise you've been driving me crazy." "Okay, take me home." "

Go home where?" Ma Xiaochi said, "I'll keep you company tonight."

Gu Jiaping shivered slightly.

The two hadn't been together for a long time, but Ma Xiaochi tried hard to be strong, though he couldn't. He felt a little frustrated, but Gu Jiaping's allure gradually brought him back to his senses. With his penis rubbing against her genitals, he slowly entered her. Having just ejaculated, when he thrust again, he felt an overwhelming pleasure. The woman said, "You bad boy, how come you're still so energetic even in your old age?" Ma Xiaochi replied, "That's right." As he spoke, he arched his back. Only Ma Xiaochi knew that although he hadn't ejaculated much, the woman's fragrant sweat was enough to bring her to orgasm. The woman tightly embraced Ma Xiaochi's neck; she couldn't bear to let him go. It had been a long time since this normal woman had experienced a man's tenderness. To be honest, tonight felt a bit like taking advantage of a situation. Thinking of this, the woman secretly smiled.

Chapter 097 Father and Son

When Ma Xiaochi saw Gu Nianchi, he almost burst out laughing. The boy had his head practically buried under the table. A boy just beginning to experience romantic feelings, he was still quite shy. Letting his parents know about this wasn't something to be proud of. If his grandparents found out, given his grandfather's temper, he'd probably get a good beating, or his grandmother might even develop some kind of illness. That would be a huge mistake.

Today, his father was coming to talk to him, and Gu Nianchi felt very annoyed. He didn't have much affection for his father because he believed that his father and mother's fleeting pleasure had given birth to him, yet his father had another family, another woman, while his mother was left alone. However, what this teenage boy couldn't understand was why his mother didn't hold a grudge against this man at all, and even followed him around like a puppy. He didn't understand, and of course, he didn't want to understand.

Because many things in the family, including his aunt's marriage, were a mess, and of course, all related to his father.

And this man was sitting right across from him.

He still raised his eyelids and politely said, "Dad." He didn't know what kind of storm this outstanding man would bring him.

He was prepared to remain silent, unmoved by any storm. A smug smile crept onto Gu Nianchi's lips as he thought this, but the experienced Ma Xiaochi immediately caught it. "You're trying to play the 'silence is golden' game with me, aren't you? No need, son." Ma Xiaochi pulled Gu Nianchi to his side. "

Son, let Dad see you. Wow, look how handsome my son is! It's perfectly normal for little girls to like him. Son, Dad is so proud of you." Ma Xiaochi's words stunned Gu Nianchi; he even wondered if he'd misheard. He looked up at his father again. Ma Xiaochi's face showed no anger, only a charming and warm smile. He said timidly, "

Dad, if you want to scold me, scold me. Why are you saying this to me?"

Ma Xiaochi suddenly burst into laughter. "Son, why would I scold you? Come sit here and tell Dad about that little girl."

Gu Nianchi's eyes widened again. He read trust and sincerity in Ma Xiaochi's eyes.

He felt a sudden sense of relief and unconsciously leaned against Ma Xiaochi, this broad-shouldered man, his father, the first time in his life he had ever leaned on him.

From Gu Nianchi's narration, Ma Xiaochi gradually pieced together the cause and effect of this "love affair." Gu Nianchi was the class monitor, and the little girl was the academic representative. They were often together because of their work and were quite familiar with each other. The little girl's father had passed away years ago, and her mother was laid off, leaving the family financially strapped, but the girl was very sensible. After Gu Jiaping learned of this, she often took the girl home to provide some financial assistance, and the two girls developed a very good relationship. Initially, they had nothing, but later some boys in the class started teasing them, constantly saying they were dating. Gu Nianchi vehemently denied it. Then one of the boys said, "If you two aren't dating, can you introduce her to me?" This suddenly made Gu Nianchi's heart skip a beat. When he told the little girl about it in a secluded place that day, she suddenly kissed him and said, "I like you."

Ma Xiaochi believed the girl was telling the truth.

This is the love story that drove Gu Jiaping almost to madness.

Ma Xiaochi said, "Son, no matter what happens in the future, you must cherish this affection, no matter what happens in the future, you must treat this girl well."

Gu Nianchi nodded firmly, "I will, Dad."

Gu Nianchi hugged his father tightly. It's so good to have such a wonderful father.

Chapter 098 Gu Jiaying is in trouble.

Ma Xiaochi was quite pleased with his conversation with his son. At least Gu Nianchi hadn't developed any resentment or hostility towards him. Ma Xiaochi felt incredibly pleased with himself, like a psychology expert. Just as Ma Xiaochi was feeling incredibly pleased, Gu Jiaping's phone call made him extremely annoyed, depressed, and irritable.

Gu Jiaping said on the phone, "What did you say to our son? Why doesn't he have any regrets? He even said you understand men's affairs best and told me, a woman, to mind my own business."

Ma Xiaochi immediately knew what was going on. This kid must think he's somehow entitled to date just because he's young and has the right to be understanding and accepting.

He told Gu Jiaping, "Don't worry, honey, don't judge by words, look at actions. Our son will definitely change, it's true."

Gu Jiaping said, "Let me tell you, if this kid has any problems in this area in the future, I'll hold you responsible.

" Ma Xiaochi assured her it would be alright.

Ma Xiaochi still felt his son was growing up; he hadn't had to worry about him at all, and he'd even started dating. To say Ma Xiaochi wasn't ashamed would be a lie. He really felt he was being unreasonable; Gu Jiaping was truly amazing.

Ma Xiaochi felt he should treat this woman well, incredibly well. Ma Xiaochi never felt guilty towards Gu Jiaying, but he still felt love, gratitude, and an inexplicable dependence on Gu Jiaping. Ma Xiaochi

had always been somewhat unhappy with Gu Jiaying's past behavior.

However, Gu Jiaying still got into trouble.

Gu Jiaping's phone call was urgent, making Ma Xiaochi's heart pound and her eyelids twitch. Gu Jiaying was in trouble! Gu Jiaying was in trouble! Gu Jiaying had been accidentally beaten to death by her husband.

The fatal wound to Gu Jiaying's head was fatal; when the old, dilapidated wooden chair struck a woman on the head, Gu Jiaying only had time to groan before collapsing, her blood instantly staining the freshly changed sheets.

The man who had a particular desire for Gu Jiaying's body was stunned. He was rough and uncouth, but he definitely didn't have the guts to kill. In fact, how many people in this world actually have the guts to kill?

But he still killed her. He killed his own woman with his own hands, the woman he could legally sleep with, legally hug, legally touch, and legally kiss, the intellectual woman with whom he had little to talk, who had given him a complete family. He just beat her to death like that. Her blood slowly drained before his eyes, her face slowly lost its color, her body slowly grew cold before his eyes. God, what had he done? He had killed this woman with his own hands, the woman he had entered countless times and then collapsed to the side, satisfied. Gu

Jiaying was dead. Gu Jiaying had really been killed by her husband.

Gu Jiaping lunged at the man like a madwoman, the man who was actually under police control and whose expression had become blank.

Gu Jiaying repeatedly and hopelessly charged at the man, "You beast, you worse than a pig or a dog! She was your wife, how could you do this to me? You scum!"

When Gu Jiaying charged at him for the last time, perhaps due to exhaustion, she suddenly fainted.

Ma Xiaochi held her in her arms, tears streaming down her face. These two sisters had suffered so much.

Chapter 99: The Troubles of Men .

Ma Xiaochi didn't understand why this man would beat his woman to death. Even if it was an accident, the beating before the accident was severe enough. Ma Xiaochi had always hated men who beat women. Because of this, Ma Xiaochi had even gotten into fights. Back when Ma Xiaochi lived in the suburbs, she mainly relied on the community shuttle bus to get to work. Every morning at 6 o'clock, everyone would wait at the community gate for the dark green shuttle bus to slowly pull up, and then people would scramble to get on. Ma Xiaochi was strong and healthy, and she could always get a seat in the first place, as easily as taking candy from a baby. This made Ma Xiaochi, who later got on the bus, feel uneasy whenever she thought about it, because the helpless eyes of those old men and women always tormented her.

While waiting for the shuttle bus, everyone chatted to pass the time. Every time, a few men would gather together, talking loudly and boisterously. Later, for some reason, they started talking about smoking. One of the older men, in a voice that could be heard for kilometers, said, "I've quit smoking! Why? My wife won't let me. In the dead of winter, if I smoke, she opens all the doors and windows, saying she'd rather freeze to death than be poisoned by nicotine. Fine, I won't smoke anymore. A man's word is his bond." This sounded reasonable enough, but what another man said next made Ma Xiaochi think he was a bit of a jerk. This jerk said, "If my wife dared to do that, I'd kill her!" He then spat viciously on the ground. This jerk had always annoyed Ma Xiaochi. What annoyed him was that every time the bus arrived, the jerk would pretend to be the first to board and reserve seats for everyone. Ma Xiaochi had always disliked this seemingly burly man. Today, hearing the jerk's awful talk, Ma Xiaochi immediately retorted, "You bastard, you're just spouting nonsense here. Whether you really dare to hit your wife or not is still unknown, but your thinking makes you look pretty pathetic. Do you think hitting your wife is something glorious or cool?"

Ma Xiaochi's provocation initially startled the man, then fueled his anger. He said, "You bastard, why are you swearing like that?

Ma Xiaochi, I'm being lenient with you; I'll beat you up today!" As he spoke, Ma Xiaochi's fists and feet landed on the arrogant and domineering man with a speed that was hard for most people to see. When people recovered and pulled Ma Xiaochi away, the jerk was lying there covered in dust and dirt. Ma Xiaochi said that I have wanted to beat you for a long time but never had the chance. You should have received this beating long ago.

In the end, Ma Xiaochi had to pay a price for the beating, but from now on, Ma Xiaochi only had to stop at the shuttle bus station, and there would be no hustle and bustle and no fighting.

Ma Xiaochi felt that it was a bit much, but he felt that beating that man was the right thing to do.

Therefore, he no longer understood the woman who killed him with his own hands.

He was able to talk to this man through his relationship.

The man said that I was bored to death and I didn’t want to kill her. She was my woman and I wanted to live a good life with her, but she looked down on me. I am a man. Every time I wanted to have sex with her, she was always unwilling. Every time I wanted to, I thought about it for a long time before I dared to propose it. This woman never considers my feelings. I am a man and I haven’t touched her for more than a month.

When the man said this, he burst into tears.

Ma Xiaochi looked at the man in front of him and suddenly felt a little sympathy.

Chapter 100: The Final Days.

Through the fragmented narration of that man, Ma Xiaochi gradually pieced together Gu Jiaying's final days. Those days were incredibly difficult for both Gu Jiaying and her man.

Gu Jiaying discovered she had a gynecological condition. It wasn't severe, just a general feeling of discomfort; for example, her underwear was always covered in dirty spots, and she had abnormally much vaginal discharge.

Later, Gu Jiaying went to a specialized gynecological hospital. The doctor said she needed several courses of laser treatment because the inside of her vagina was already rotting—what many people call cervical erosion. The main cause of cervical erosion is unclean male genitalia during sexual intercourse. For example, residual urine after urination can remain under the foreskin, eventually breeding bacteria and causing gradual erosion in the most vulnerable part of a woman's body.

The treatment cycle lasted several months, and the man's support was crucial; during this time, sexual intercourse was absolutely forbidden.

Gu Jiaying secretly rejoiced, knowing this would give her a legitimate reason to refuse the man's frequent advances regarding sex. This man was truly beyond her control; he had no habit of brushing his teeth, washing his feet, or regularly cleaning his genitals. He was always so smelly, even his farts were earth-shattering. When they first got married, he would laugh sheepishly after farting, but over time he would try to make his farts as loud as possible. If one day his farts weren't so loud, he would feel uncomfortable, as if it made him lose face. At times like these, Gu Jiaying would see in her mind the clean and refreshing man—Ma Xiaochi, the forever clean and refreshing man.

What Gu Jiaying found most intolerable about this man was his insatiable sexual desire. Almost as soon as they got into bed, he would impatiently tear off Gu Jiaying's panties and toss them aside, then thrust his hard penis against her genitals. Sometimes Gu Jiaying would feel sudden pain because one of her pubic hairs would be pressed and pulled by his penis. But all of this couldn't stop the man's patience and courage, causing her immense suffering.

Now, the doctor's permission to temporarily resume sexual activity was tantamount to liberation.

However, the man's face darkened when he heard this. He muttered that his previous women never caused so much trouble; he could just split them open whenever he wanted, and their genitals were loose, making penetration easy. But this woman, though beautiful and educated, was causing so much trouble.

In the first month, the man gritted his teeth and persevered; in the second month, he began to feel restless, and eventually the woman relented, allowing him to rub against her stomach or between her breasts, leaving Gu Jiaying sticky all over and needing a quick shower, the entire bedroom reeking of a pungent, fishy smell.

In the third month, the man could no longer continue; he felt his life was being tormented. So that night, he finally couldn't resist. He wanted to enter, he wanted to go where he belonged, he wanted to feel the temperature, the warmth, and the tension of the woman's lower body. If he were to actually enter now, Gu Jiaying's previous treatment would be in vain. Gu Jiaying, of course, couldn't let him in, and the two struggled. Finally, heartbroken and desperate, Gu Jiaying slapped him hard across the face. The man's pent-up frustration and repression were instantly awakened by that slap, and he angrily lunged at the woman he had never been able to control…

The woman was dead, the woman he had planned to live a peaceful life with was dead, he truly no longer had this woman.

What would happen next? What about their underage daughter and Gu Jiaying's son?

The man sighed.

Chapter 101 The Child's Fate

The man's sigh was only a helpless confession about this matter. But Gu Jiaying was dead, what would happen to her child, what would happen to that underage child?

Gu Jiaping had no choice. She told Ma Xiaochi, "I have no choice, and I have no reason to back down from this child. I plan to raise him. This is the last thing my sister left me." As she spoke, Gu Jiaping was already heartbroken. Gu Nianchi, very sensibly, hugged his mother's shoulders. His aunt's murder was also a heavy blow to him. From childhood, he had been pampered and protected by his aunt. Gu Nianchi could feel the woman who was so close to him from every corner of the city. This woman had suddenly disappeared from his and his mother's lives. Thinking of this, this strong boy was already in tears.

But things were far from as simple as Gu Jiaping thought. The child's father appeared. This despicable man rightfully took custody of the child. Gu Jiaping said she would rather die than give the child to this bastard. Ma Xiaochi said, "You need to calm down. He's the child's biological father. It's perfectly reasonable and legal for him to raise the child. What are you fighting for?" To be honest, Ma Xiaochi also didn't want to hand over such a lovely child to this man who couldn't even support himself. However, faced with this serious issue, Ma Xiaochi still showed enough calm and rationality for a man. "

Child, it's not that your aunt is heartless and doesn't want you, it

's just that your aunt has no choice. Don't blame your aunt. My poor sister, your life is so hard." Gu Jiaying's death was a devastating blow to Gu Jiaping. It was difficult for her to accept such a tragic reality in a short time. That man could die a thousand times and still not bring back her sister, her vibrant sister who had been with her day and night.

And the child—the child she had always loved and cared for had been taken away by the man she could never forgive. From now on, this little one would have to live a nomadic life with this man. ...

For a long time afterward, Ma Xiaochi spent all his free time with Gu Jiaping. Others had grown accustomed to his unpredictable lifestyle, and during Ma Xiaochi's companionship, Gu Jiaping gradually recovered both physically and mentally. Slowly, a smile returned to Gu Jiaping's face. One day, she suddenly hugged Ma Xiaochi's neck and said, "I want it now, really." Ma Xiaochi then undressed her completely and meticulously entered her body, thrusting rhythmically. Amidst the woman's moans, they both reached climax. Ma Xiaochi said, "You haven't done this in a long time. Why do you suddenly want it today?" Gu Jiaping rested her head on Ma Xiaochi's chest and said, "This is our last time. When my sister was alive, I took you. Now that she's dead, I feel terrible doing these things with you again. I can't forgive myself. Brother, please forgive me, okay? We won't do this again. I know you have plenty of women around you, so I won't cause you any more trouble, okay, my brother?"

Ma Xiaochi's hands caressed the woman's smooth, beautiful back, tears streaming down his face. He felt guilty towards both women; he hadn't given Gu Jiaying love, and while he had given Gu Jiaping love, he couldn't give her a normal life or a normal home. One woman had died young, the other was utterly exhausted.

Thinking of this, Ma Xiaochi hugged the woman tighter. The woman trembled; this truly was the last time.

Chapter 102: Fallen Flowers in a Dream

This was a period that left Ma Xiaochi utterly drained. Gu Jiaying was dead, and her death was shrouded in mystery. Gu Jiaping had suddenly become detached and resolute. Could anyone, whether alive or dead, truly forget everything from the past? Clearly, it was impossible; clearly, it was incredibly difficult.

That night, when Ma Xiaochi suddenly woke from a dream, the stars outside were unusually numerous, and the streetlights shone through the slightly open curtains. A trace of melancholy appeared on Ma Xiaochi's face…

Gu Jiaying said, "Why was I so stupid back then? Why didn't I let you do 'that' to me? I was completely naked in front of you, a woman with no secrets at all, why did I insist on being like that? I regret it so much, I regret it so much. How did I drift further and further away from you? How did I lose you? Why do you always laugh like that for no reason? Are you laughing at my stupidity back then or my pitiful helplessness now? You're still laughing even though I'm dead. I know you still look so beautiful when you laugh, you know how penetrating and lethal your laugh is, so just keep laughing, what are you laughing at?" As she spoke, Gu Jiaying burst into tears. Ma Xiaochi said, "Don't cry, why are you crying? To be honest, I was really scared when you were naked back then. If I had really slept with you then, I probably would have married you for the rest of my life. But you're really not the kind of woman I want. If that had happened, I would have been in so much pain. So you have nothing to blame yourself for. If you had gone ahead and backed away back then, I would have been the one to back down." So, thankfully you backed down back then, and that's why I've been tormenting you with this all these years. Gu Jiaying said, "How could you do this? Aren't you a bastard? How can you bully such a pitiful woman like this?" As she said this, Gu Jiaying's face grew paler and paler. Ma Xiaochi said, "What's wrong with you? Are you trying to scare me? Don't scare me!" Gu Jiaying said, "I'm not scaring you. How could I scare you? You are the only man I've ever truly loved in my life. How could I scare you? I just regret it, I'm just angry. Why are we always playing mind games? It's pointless. Really. Brother, I beg you for one thing: take good care of my son. He has no mother. The person who loved him most in this world is gone. How can he live? No matter what you do, you have to take good care of my son. That way, I'll have peace of mind." I can see everything you've done to my son. I'm waiting for you here, waiting for you. I'll definitely be your woman again. Then, whatever you ask me to do, I'll do it. I'll never be angry with you. I'll serve you well and make you the happiest person. You can make me noble, and I'll be noble; you can make me wanton, and I'll be wanton. I'm your woman. Whenever you want, I'll give it to you, really. Take good care of my son.

Gu Jiaying, why is your face getting paler and paler? Why can't I see your face clearly anymore? Are you leaving? Don't go! I haven't finished speaking. Wait for me to finish. Ma Xiaochi tried to grab her, but only grabbed an empty sleeve. Why is your head bleeding? Why is the blood black? Why is it still flowing?

Just then, Ma Xiaochi woke up.

Chapter 103 His Own Woman

When Ma Xiaochi woke up from his dream, he found Li Xiaoman looking at him with concern.

"What's wrong with me?"

Ma Xiaochi asked.

"What's wrong with you? You're kicking and yelling all over, and you're asking me what's wrong?"

"Really?"

Ma Xiaochi pretended to be relaxed and shrank his neck further under the covers. He was completely awake from his dream.

Li Xiaoman pulled his head to her chest, knowing that Ma Xiaochi must have been having a nightmare. Ma Xiaochi smelled the familiar scent of the woman, and Li Xiaoman's breasts were on either side of his head.

Ma Xiaochi suddenly felt his heart pounding, and his lower body reacted strongly, a reaction he hadn't felt in a long time. He rolled over and pinned Li Xiaoman beneath him. Li Xiaoman was startled and said, "You're not serious

, are you?" "Of course I am,"

Ma Xiaochi said shamelessly, reaching for Li Xiaoman's lower body and skillfully pulling down her panties. He touched her lower body and found it wet.

But Li Xiaoman was half-hearted, saying, "Aren't you tired? You have to go to work tomorrow."

"It'll be over in a minute."

As Ma Xiaochi spoke, he pushed his penis inside her. Li Xiaoman let out a soft moan, wrapped her arms around Ma Xiaochi's waist, and closed her eyes in enjoyment.

Ma Xiaochi didn't want this "encounter" to end so quickly. He slowly thrust in and out, playing with the woman's breasts with his hands and occasionally kissing her. He found the same position boring, so he turned the woman over and penetrated her from behind. This penetration gave him a sudden feeling of being squeezed, and he couldn't help but increase the force of his thrusts. Finally, he arched his back and ejaculated his hot love juice, then collapsed to the side. The two of them fell asleep in different positions.

In the latter half of the night, Ma Xiaochi slept very soundly, mainly because he was exhausted. In the morning, if Li Xiaoman hadn't called him, he wouldn't have been able to wake up.

Ma Xiaochi lay on the bed, looking sleepy, really not wanting to get up.

Li Xiaoman chuckled, "I told you not to mess around, but you insisted. What, still think you're a twenty-something-year-old?"

"Yeah, I'm really getting old,"

Ma Xiaochi sighed, reluctantly getting out of bed to wash up.

Lately, Ma Xiaochi had really felt his energy wasn't what it used to be. He felt incredibly tired after just one night. A few years ago, Ma Xiaochi would have been unable to resist embracing the voluptuous Li Xiaoman while she washed up in the bathroom in the morning, and then playfully making love to her, making Li Xiaoman incredibly happy. But now?

Sigh, it's just the law of nature.

Thinking of this, Ma Xiaochi looked down at his body. His once-proud muscles were being eroded by excess fat, his belly was showing signs of swelling, and even his manhood wasn't as proudly erect in the mornings.

Yes, he had really messed around with himself these past few years; if this continued, he would eventually get his comeuppance. The thought flashed through Ma Xiaochi's mind, making him particularly uncomfortable. How could he have such a thought? This wasn't a good omen, so early in the morning.

Ma Xiaochi shook his head and fiercely splashed water on his face.

Chapter 104 Secretary Xiaohua

After washing up, Ma Xiaochi took his child to school and then drove straight to his workplace. The older woman in his office handed him the newspaper. He casually flipped to a page, and Ma Xiaochi immediately stood still, rubbing his eyes, hoping to see more clearly: "Xie, the female boss of a pharmaceutical company in Beijing, has been detained by the police for drug use." Ma Xiaochi quickly took out his phone to call Xie Rui, but the line was constantly busy. Ma Xiaochi quickly called her office, and her office secretary, Xiaohua, answered. Xiaohua was a hardworking and sweet-looking girl who had always been valued by Xie Rui. She and Ma Xiaochi were also quite familiar with each other. Xie Rui jokingly "warned" Ma Xiaochi, "Don't you dare try anything with Xiaohua! Don't try to seduce our innocent girls with your flirtatious eyes!"

Ma Xiaochi laughed it off, saying, "How could I dare? Right?" He then patted Xiaohua's head, saying, "Little sister, do I look like I have any feelings for her?"

Hearing that Xiaohua answered the phone, Ma Xiaochi felt a little relieved. He asked, "Have you read the newspaper?"

Xiaohua replied, "I don't need to read the newspaper; I know what's going on, Brother Ma. It was bound to happen sooner or later. You'd better come over right away."

When Ma Xiaochi arrived at Xie Rui's company, Xiaohua was already waiting at the door.

Xiaohua said, "President Xie has been involved with this 'troublesome thing' for a long time now. I don't know how it started, and she won't listen to anyone's advice. When I tried to call you, she got angry with me, saying, 'It's not something to be proud of, why do you have to talk about it?' But isn't it something to be proud of, aren't you also deeply involved?" "

Xiaohua's voice was already choked with emotion as she said this, showing that her relationship with Xie Rui was not only that of superior and subordinate but also that of good friends.

Ma Xiaochi said, 'There's no need to rush this. Actually, firstly, it's bad for your reputation, and secondly, paying a small fine is enough; it's not a big deal.'

Xiaohua said, 'But look at the huge mess the company is in, what am I going to do?'"

Ma Xiaochi said, "Don't you still have that deputy general manager?" As he said this, Ma Xiaochi started walking out. "I have to go to the police station. I can't leave her there alone." Watching Ma Xiaochi rush out, Xiaohua felt a surge of warmth in her heart. What a good man! This thought made the unmarried girl blush.

Xiaohua wasn't some naive girl; she had been in relationships before. During one relationship, she couldn't resist her boyfriend's persistent pursuit, and the two of them consummated their relationship. At that time, Xiaohua and her boyfriend had just started working, and her boyfriend lived in the company's dormitory. Every time they wanted to be intimate, they felt like they were doing something wrong. Later, the boy found a good place: the company gym. At night, everyone with families went home, leaving only him. So he would take Xiaohua to the gym, turn off the lights, and make love there. Especially in the summer, the gym was very hot, and they dared not turn on the air conditioning, but they persevered. Every time, the boy would impatiently enter Xiaohua's body, and then the two of them would reach a frenzied climax. At that time, Xiaohua was deeply in love with that boy. However, less than half a year after taking advantage of Xiaohua, the boy left with another girl because that girl could give him a better future.

Xiaohua was heartbroken.

She changed jobs and came to Xie Rui's company, wanting only to do her job well. But the overwhelming desire for love still assaulted her mature body.

She knew that Ma Xiaochi was married, and she hated such a man, but she couldn't hate Ma Xiaochi. Every time Ma Xiaochi came, she would feel a little excited.

Xiaohua understood what this was.

Chapter 105 Xie Rui's Tears

Xiaohua understood that she had still fallen in love with this man named Ma Xiaochi, but she also knew that Ma Xiaochi didn't seem to have any feelings for her at all, after all, he still had a deep affection for Xie Rui.

Ma Xiaochi rushed to the branch office like a madman.

Of course, Ma Xiaochi had already pulled some strings before he arrived, so he quickly saw Xie Rui. Ma Xiaochi was stunned. Was this still the Xie Rui he knew?

Xie Rui looked haggard, her hair disheveled, and her lips deathly pale, though a sliver of color remained in her large eyes. She froze when she saw Ma Xiaochi, tears streaming down her face. The policewoman monitoring her, having received instructions, discreetly withdrew. Ma Xiaochi immediately pulled her into a tight embrace, crying, "What's going on? What the hell is going on? Say something! Don't you want to live anymore? Do you think you're so rich you can just burn your brains? Say something!" As he

finished speaking, tears streamed down Ma Xiaochi's face. He felt sorry for her, he felt so helpless. What kind of feeling was this?

Xie Rui had initially used drugs to seek thrills. "You all say that once you're hooked, you'll never forget it," she said. "That's for ordinary people. Who am I? No problem, I can definitely control myself. Besides, I have plenty of money."

Xie Rui's downfall stemmed from her willfulness and ignorance. Lacking higher education herself, she failed to grasp the moral and social responsibilities that come with being a businesswoman. She didn't understand the principle of "when you're successful, you should help others," nor did she know that money could be used to do many responsible things for others and society.

Thus, she embarked on a sinful endeavor.

This was a devastating attempt. Life is full of trials, but some are irreversible. Xie Rui paid a heavy price for this step.

She tightly hugged Ma Xiaochi, saying, "You never come to see me. I'm so bored. What's the use of having money? Without you, I'm so sad."

"So you're using drugs for this! I'm telling you, that's not a reason, that's just an excuse."

Ma Xiaochi was both heartbroken and angry. Even at this point, she was still making up such a ridiculous excuse for her mistakes. She was utterly unreasonable.

"Brother, you know it's been such a long, long time since I've made love. I really, really want you to love me, I want you to thrust into me. But, look at you, I hardly ever see you. You have so many problems. Do you know how much I miss you and love you? Do you know?"

Ma Xiaochi knew, of course.

The reason Ma Xiaochi didn't want to associate with Xie Rui was simple: he mainly felt Xie Rui was too rich, and he was afraid that people would misunderstand him if he interacted with her. His vanity and pride were strong, so naturally he had his concerns. But he couldn't say these things to Xie Rui. What Xie Rui said was true; he really hadn't been in contact with her for a long time. Hearing Xie Rui say that made his heart skip a beat, and then he scolded himself for thinking about such things at a time like this. These words were meant for herself, but Xie Rui thought they were directed at her. She said defiantly, "Get me out of here right now, I want to do it with you. You'll work yourself to death

, you bastard." Just then, the young, boyish-looking policewoman walked in. She said, "What are you doing? 'Work yourself to death,' suspect. Please watch your words."

Ma Xiaochi suddenly laughed—the kind of absolutely malicious laugh that Xie Rui knew so well.

Chapter 106 Xie Rui's Madness

Getting Xie Rui out was actually quite simple. After all, it was her first offense, and she wasn't particularly bad. Plus, Ma Xiaochi had paved the way with money and connections, so Xie Rui was quickly released. Standing before Ma Xiaochi, Xie Rui showed no signs of the awkwardness or unease one would expect from someone just out of jail. She looked at Ma Xiaochi lewdly and said, "Remember what I told you last time?"

Ma Xiaochi said, "You told me so many things, how would I know?"

"Hahaha, I said I wanted to do it with you like crazy, to exhaust you, you bastard!"

Xie Rui suddenly laughed wildly, startling the guard beside her. The young man stared warily at the woman who had just gained her freedom and was overjoyed.

Ma Xiaochi pulled her into the car, saying, "Are you crazy? What nonsense are you spouting here? I'll teach you a lesson." Ma Xiaochi meant what he said

; he was never ambiguous, especially in matters like this. Xie Rui said, "I'm waiting. "

When Ma Xiaochi entered Xie Rui's body, it was absolutely brutal. He went in so wildly and suddenly that Xie Rui's eyebrows twitched, but she still shouted, "So satisfying! Just my style!"

Ma Xiaochi was vigorous and energetic.

Xie Rui was like a spring breeze and rain.

Ma Xiaochi moved nimbly and skillfully. Xie Rui handled it with ease.

Ma Xiaochi growled.

Xie

Rui giggled.

Ma Xiaochi rode her and squatted down; Xie Rui's pink breasts were exposed.

Ma Xiaochi said, "Damn, I came!" and a hot, pungent liquid spurted out. Xie Rui bit Ma Xiaochi and said, "You're the bastard of my life! I love you to death!"

Ma Xiaochi knew that this woman must have been holding back for too long. No one understood this woman better than Ma Xiaochi. This woman, who had an extraordinary passion for sex, would never let go of a man like Ma Xiaochi, who was "a good match." She would never let him pass by.

Ma Xiaochi caressed the woman's shapely breasts and said, "Can you quit?"

Xie Rui said, "No problem."

"I don't want anything to do with a drug addict,"

Ma Xiaochi "threatened."

"I know,"

Xie Rui said, rolling over and climbing on top of Ma Xiaochi, "but I'm so lonely, and you never come to keep me company."

"You're talking nonsense. What does this have to do with drug use?"

Ma Xiaochi pecked her right nipple hard. "You're just accusing me of something you

don't care about." "I'm just unreasonable, and you're still with me even though I'm unreasonable. Humph."

Xie Rui was very unreasonable.

"By the way, your office secretary helped you a lot while you were in jail. You should thank her properly later."

Ma Xiaochi changed the subject.

"You, when did you see her again?"

Xie Rui asked warily. "Let me tell you, don't you dare make a move on her. You're not satisfied with me, you big pervert."

As she spoke, Xie Rui used her gloved hand to stroke Ma Xiaochi's lower body. Whether it was because of the mention of that girl or the novelty of not being together for a long time, Ma Xiaochi immediately became aroused by Xie Rui's actions. Xie Rui became excited and said, "I want more, I still want more, I haven't had enough."

Ma Xiaochi said, "I'll let you have your fill," and then rolled over and pinned the woman beneath him. The bed let out a happy sigh.

Chapter 107 The Distant You

When Ma Xiaochi finally got off Xie Rui, he was drenched in sweat. Xie Rui still seemed relentless. Ma Xiaochi quickly pulled his underwear back on; he really couldn't go on anymore. Xie Rui noticed this and suddenly burst into wild laughter. She slapped Ma Xiaochi's thigh and said, "Look at you, you look like I'm going to eat you up. What, are you scared of me?"

"I really am scared of you."

Ma Xiaochi's words were absolutely genuine; it would be strange if he didn't slap her.

Ma Xiaochi knew in his heart that what he had just ejaculated wasn't semen but water, and even if it was water, it was only a tiny bit, barely enough to drain him completely.

Xie Rui glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, "Alright, alright, I don't want it anymore. Why are you acting like I'm a lovesick fool?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Xiaochi jumped out of bed and dressed faster than he ever had in his life. He then said, "I'm leaving."

Xie Rui suddenly felt agitated and said, "Go, go far away, you're annoying."

Although Xie Rui was just saying it out of anger, Ma Xiaochi deliberately took it seriously. He quickly opened the door and left. When Xie Rui calmed down and rushed to the window, all she saw was Ma Xiaochi's receding figure. She suddenly had a bad feeling; was she going to lose him?

Xie Rui didn't want to think about these things anymore. She was tired, so she collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

After leaving Xie Rui, Ma Xiaochi felt he had gone a bit too far, perhaps hurting her. However, Ma Xiaochi knew his own body best; he couldn't go too far. This was Ma Xiaochi's greatest strength—he always had his own limits, absolute limits.

Ma Xiaochi drove home and found Li Xiaoman already there. Li Xiaoman noticed the undisguised exhaustion on Ma Xiaochi's face, assuming it was from work. She said with concern, "Why don't you lie down for a while before we eat?"

Ma Xiaochi felt a pang of sadness. He sat on the sofa, and at that moment, his daughter ran over, saying in her sweet, childish voice, "Daddy, where do you feel unwell? Let me massage you."

She looked at Ma Xiaochi with her beautiful, innocent eyes. Ma Xiaochi hugged his daughter, but a pang of guilt gripped his heart. Yes, what had he done?

The greatest weakness of human beings is knowing something is wrong but being unable to resist the urge to do it—that is greed. Ma Xiaochi didn't love money or power, but he loved women. He enjoyed flitting among many women, showering them with affection, and seeking new sensations and sexual novelty with different women. Ma Xiaochi knew, of course, that this was wrong, but he couldn't convince himself otherwise. Moreover, these women were all willingly throwing themselves at him, and if he rejected them, he would likely hurt them. Thinking this way, Ma Xiaochi found it hard to stop.

But what about his family?

What a complete family it was! Could he really ruin it by acting so recklessly?

Under his daughter's watchful gaze, Ma Xiaochi faced this topic seriously for the first time: could he really make a clean break with these women?

This was a serious matter, Ma Xiaochi thought hard.

Chapter 108 Learning to Let Go (End)

Actually, letting go is a very difficult thing. Ma Xiaochi understood this perfectly well. He knew that hesitation would only lead to chaos, so he should try to solve the problems he faced.

However, a phone call early in the morning still left Ma Xiaochi feeling lost and dejected. The call was from Xue'er. She gave a brief description, and from her hurried words, Ma Xiaochi learned that Xue'er was on her way to the airport. A sudden call from headquarters summoned her to take on a more important position, as a recognition of her outstanding performance over the past few days.

Tears streamed down Ma Xiaochi's face. She knew that once Xue'er left, she truly didn't know when she would return. A sense of loss washed over her, and another thought crossed her mind: was it all fate, all destiny? Although the memories of their time together still frequently flashed before her eyes, Xue'er had left her just like that. Just as she was trying to say goodbye, Xue'er left on her own.

They hadn't even seen each other when she left, which left Ma Xiaochi with a slight sense of unease. But this was an end.

Ma Xiaochi fiercely lit a cigarette, her eyes vacant, unable to see through the emptiness.

Facing such a choice was always painful, even if the pain wasn't intentional. But it was a pain etched deep in his heart.

Ma Xiaochi went to a newsstand, bought a new number, and then took out his old global SIM card, which he had used for so long, and threw it down the drain.

Ma Xiaochi didn't know if this was a farewell.

But suddenly, Ma Xiaochi felt a strange sense of relief. ...

Ma Xiaochi lived his life as usual. His sex life with Li Xiaoman returned to normal, and life passed by uneventfully, flowing with the bittersweet flavors of life. When Ma Xiaochi had free time, he would play ball, swim, or invite a few good friends for a big drinking session. Although he felt terrible after drinking, he would still occasionally let himself get drunk for a while.

Ma Xiaochi would also wake up in the dead of night, and in the shadows of the streetlights outside his window, he would consciously or unconsciously replay the women he had been intimate with in his mind over and over again. All the women were so vivid, all the women were full of personality and charm. The stories between Ma Xiaochi and each of them were so clearly etched in his mind. Ma Xiaochi rarely said "I love you." He knew love was a heavy word, so he only made love and never said "I love you." That was Ma Xiaochi.

Actually, there are many people like Ma Xiaochi in our lives. They have their own moral bottom line and never commit crimes, but they struggle to control themselves in certain situations and occasionally indulge themselves. They aren't the kind of absolute heartthrobs, yet there are always women who are devoted to them, asking for nothing in return—no fame, no money, just the experience of sex.

We have nothing to criticize.

Because this is a spiritual and physiological need for many people, especially men, everything can be explained in a seemingly plausible but ultimately flawed way.

03-09 The Secret Game of Couples' Sexual Love Chapter 1

Everyone has their own secrets. Some secrets are harmless, while others must never be known, because their impact can be limitless!

When the secret is exposed, things could very well change drastically! Even couples living together, sharing a bed and being together every day, thinking they know each other well and are completely honest with one another, can't guarantee they don't have their own secrets.

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My name is Xiao Tao, I'm thirty this year, I own a car and a house—the car isn't expensive, the house isn't big, and I have a stable job, just like everyone else. The only difference is that I have an enviable wife. My wife, Tang Shan, is twenty-five years old, a little over 1.6 meters tall, and weighs just over 90 pounds. She has fair skin, slender legs, a full bottom, and a very slim waist. Most importantly, she has a pair of firm, large breasts, somewhat like the so-called "baby face, big breasts."

She's not scheming, a bit timid, and very obedient. Unlike most women, she doesn't love shopping; she's a homebody. Therefore, for the two years of our marriage, she has been a stay-at-home mom. Because of this, we rarely argue, and we're practically respectful to each other. However, as time goes on, it gets a little dull.

Especially in our sex life, she's somewhat conservative, or rather, somewhat indifferent. In all the time we've been together, she's never initiated sex. Like every man, I hope my wife is the kind who's a slut in bed and a lady outside. Although I've tried to make her more open and sexy, I haven't succeeded, and I respect her decision. So I often visit porn sites for excitement, and occasionally have casual sex or one-night stands—but she knows nothing about it! It's my little secret, a man's secret, I suppose!

I'm actually quite proud of this; keeping the home fires burning while having affairs on the side—every man hopes to achieve that. But later I found out that I wasn't the only one with a secret. It turns out that my seemingly naive and innocent wife also had a secret, a secret I didn't know and couldn't believe.

It all started one day.

We have two computers at home: a desktop in the study, which I use regularly, and a laptop, which my wife uses to watch movies and TV series.

I was searching for information online when my desktop computer suddenly crashed. After several attempts, I couldn't turn it on. Frustrated, I left the study and went to the bedroom. My wife, wearing a nightgown, was sitting on the bed typing on her laptop.

"Honey, can I use the computer for a bit? The desktop seems to be broken."

"Oh, what do you need it for? Now?"

My wife replied, clicking a few keys.

"Yeah, just looking up some information. I need it for work tomorrow."

"Okay, here you go! I'm going to take a shower anyway."

"What were you doing just now?"

I took the computer. It was back to the desktop, nothing was turned on, so I asked casually.

"I'm running out of face masks, so I was looking them up online,"

my wife said, getting up and leaving the bedroom to shower. I didn't think much of it and started searching.

A few minutes later, after finishing, I closed the browser. Feeling a bit bored, I opened QQ, wanting to chat for a while and wait for my wife to finish her shower so we could go to bed together. The computer was broken! I couldn't play games either!

I opened QQ, but I froze! The computer at home always has a login history unless manually deleted, making it easy to log in again with a simple password. But now it shows two numbers: one is my wife's, and the other I've never seen before.

The profile picture is very sexy—a photo of a woman's breasts. Although she's clothed, her neckline is low, revealing a portion of her white breasts, and her cleavage is exceptionally clear. The username is also unusual: bmw-xw. What does that mean? BMW?

I'm puzzled why there's someone else's QQ number on my wife's computer. Has someone logged in using her computer? Or…? Looking at that sexy profile picture, a thought suddenly occurred to me: This looks so much like my wife! She never likes taking pictures, let alone such seductive photos. But the more I look, the more it seems like my wife!

Could this also be my wife's number? A number I don't recognize? She seemed to be typing the whole time. Was she not looking for a face mask, but chatting with someone? Using this number to chat? And then closing it when she saw me? She knew I rarely used QQ, and would never use her computer to do so. She simply closed QQ without deleting the login history.

Was she hiding something from me? The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. On a whim, I took out my phone and saved the number. Then, I closed QQ, put the computer aside, and lay on the bed, my mind racing. Did

my wife really have another number? Why didn't she tell me? Why did she use such a sexy picture of her breasts as her profile picture? None of this was like her!

Not long after, my wife came out of the shower. Seeing me lying down, she casually asked, "Did you finish?" Then she sat down next to me and started searching for face masks on the computer. Seeing that my wife seemed perfectly normal, I became uncertain. After hesitating a few times, I decided against asking and planned to add this QQ number later to see what was going on.

The next day at work, after finishing my tasks, I remembered the number from yesterday. I took out my phone, found the number, and logged into my QQ account on the company computer, intending to add her and ask. But then it suddenly occurred to me that if this number really belonged to my wife, she definitely wouldn't add me using my own number. Thinking of this, I quickly registered a new account, named it "Hooking Girl Young Man," changed the location, and then added the account.

"What beautiful breasts! Beauty, add me!"

With a name like that and words like that, my wife definitely wouldn't respond, right? Who knew that it wouldn't take long for her to pass the verification; she was already in my friends list and online!

"Hello, beautiful! Your profile picture is so pretty! Are those beautiful breasts yours?"

I pretended to be a lewd guy, using vulgar language to directly flirt.

"Thank you! It's me."

She admitted it and even replied.

"It really is you? You're so beautiful! By the way, beautiful, what does your name mean?"

I asked.

"It's just pinyin!"

"Pinyin? Don't touch me, insert me?"

"Hmm, you're quite clever!"

I was a little surprised. Such a blatantly lewd username, and she admitted it without hesitation—this definitely wasn't my wife, right? But if it wasn't her, how could this account be logged into her computer?

While chatting casually with her, I subtly inquired about her to confirm if she was indeed my wife. After chatting for a while, I found her to be very bold and open in her speech, not resisting even vulgar and direct topics. From this, it was clear she was definitely a slut, the kind you could easily pick up!

But I didn't dare ask directly, afraid of arousing her suspicion. After we became more familiar, I asked to see her photo, and she actually sent me one.

A half-body shot, not showing her face. After seeing it, I was stunned. I recognized the clothes she was wearing, and the setting seemed familiar—it was probably our living room. My God! It really was my wife! How could this be? Using a sexy photo as her profile picture, her name was "Don't touch me, fuck me," and her chat was so open and provocative—was this really my wife? But the facts were undeniable!

I wanted to tell her, "I'm your husband, why are you like this? Are you just lonely?" However, I didn't do that. I suddenly realized that this was a good way to understand my wife's secrets and to learn about things I didn't know about her before!

I pretended to be a casual customer, praising her figure and chatting with her, trying to charm her. Actually, I'm pretty good at it, after all, I've hooked up with quite a few sexy girls at night. We chatted until I was about to leave work, and I was about to tell her I was logging off, but she told me she was logging off first. I asked her why, and she said her husband was about to get off work and she couldn't chat anymore, but we could chat again later.

Judging from her behavior, she'd definitely been using this account for a while now. She probably spends all her free time chatting during the day, and she tries to cover it up before I get off work. No wonder she's such a homebody and doesn't get bored…

Back home, my wife was as usual. I called someone to fix the computer, and under the pretext of using her computer to go online, my wife didn't ask anything. I took the opportunity to glance at it, and sure enough, that account was gone from the login list, only the one my wife usually uses. It seems she deleted the login history beforehand!

After the computer was fixed and we had dinner, I went to the study to use the computer as usual. My wife was in the bedroom, seemingly preparing to watch a TV series. Sitting at the computer, I opened the game, but unlike usual, I wasn't enthusiastic. My in-game friends invited me to grind monsters and run dungeons, but I declined.

On a whim, I logged into the QQ account I'd just created earlier that day, but my wife's profile picture was grayed out; she wasn't online. Probably because I was home? I sent a "Are you there?"

and then idly played the game. After a while, I suddenly saw she had replied. She was online!

"Yes."

"You're really online? What are you doing? Shouldn't your husband be home from work? Why are you still online?"

I asked quickly.

"He's playing games in the study! I'm watching TV, a little bored."

Bored? Isn't this how it is every day? I always thought my wife enjoyed this kind of life; I never expected her to find it boring.

"Does your husband know you're chatting online? Your profile picture, your username, hehe, if he knew, he definitely wouldn't let you off the hook!"

"No, he trusts me completely!"

I thought to myself, of course I trust him, because I never expected you to have this side to you.

"How about we video chat? I want to see you. The photos I saw during the day weren't enough. I really love your breasts,"

I asked tentatively.

"No, how about tomorrow? I have time during the day,"

my wife refused, but not because she refused to video chat with me, but because she was worried about me, her husband.

"What are you afraid of? He's playing a game, he doesn't know what you're doing. Besides, I didn't say you had to take your clothes off. If he suddenly comes in, it's fine! Just let me see you, okay? Ten minutes, just ten minutes, how about that?"

"Well... okay then, but you have to wait for me a bit. I'll just take a quick look and then come back, okay?"

My wife actually agreed. I quickly agreed and then set the game to full screen, pretending to be playing.

After a while, I heard some noise outside, and then my wife pushed the door open and brought in a cup of tea, placing it next to me: "Honey, smoke less, have some tea."

"Thank you. What are you playing?"

I asked casually.

"Looking for a TV series, but there aren't any good ones to watch. It's okay, you can play your game!"

"Okay, then find something to do yourself. I'm doing a dungeon run right now, it'll probably take half an hour to finish,"

I said. My wife responded, turned around and left, closing the door behind her.

In the past, my wife would occasionally come in to bring me tea or water, and I always thought she was very considerate. Now I realized that she just wanted to know what I was doing.

I quit the game, and sure enough, I received a message from my wife on QQ: "Okay, he's playing a game, he probably won't be finished anytime soon."

"Great!"

I sent a video request, and my wife answered. Soon, my wife's figure appeared in the video, but I couldn't see her face. It seemed that my wife was leaning against the bed, with her laptop on her lap, so the angle of the video was right at her chest.

"You don't have a video call?"

my wife asked.

"Yeah, my girlfriend doesn't trust me, she won't let me put on a video call,"

I said.

"My husband's computer doesn't have a video call either, but he's not like you, chatting with girls everywhere. He's just playing games, I don't trust him at all!"

my wife said proudly.

This left me with mixed feelings. On one hand, I was pleased with my wife's trust, but on the other hand, I rarely video chat with women; we mostly meet in person.

"You're so beautiful! Your breasts are much prettier than in the photos, but your pajamas are too conservative,"

I said.

"You can tell they're pretty through your pajamas?"

"I can tell by the shape! So big, such a beautiful shape, your husband must really like them, right? Does he often rub them and kiss them?"

I added a lewd emoji.

"They're alright, he spends most of his time playing games."

"Such a resentful tone, are you angry that he plays games so much?"

I asked.

"Not really, I can't really say, it's been like this since we got together. I like it, and I'm used to this life,"

my wife said.

"Don't you find it boring and lonely? Is that why you chat online?"

"At first, yes, but later I felt it was great. I can freely share my secrets here, enjoy my secrets,"

my wife said.

"So you're a repressed pervert, huh? You're so innocent online, but incredibly sexy. Hey beautiful, could you pull down the straps of your nightgown a little so I can see your huge breasts?"

I tentatively asked.

My wife seemed hesitant, but obediently pulled the straps down a bit, letting them slip off her snow-white shoulders, finally revealing her enormous breasts.

Papaya-shaped breasts, not too large areolas, and slightly pinkish-black erect nipples—even though I've seen so many before, seeing them on a video as a stranger still excited me immensely, and my penis immediately hardened.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

My wife typed, squeezing her already large breasts even more.

"I'm already hard! Such beautiful breasts, such amazing big tits, I really want to pinch them!"

"I see, I'm wearing it!"

My wife seemed to smile.

"No, no, let me watch a little longer! Just talk to me like this, your husband's still playing games anyway! What if he knew his wife was video chatting with someone else, and someone else was seeing her big breasts? Wouldn't he be upset?"

I asked, feeling a strange sense of perversion.

"I wouldn't dare let him know, he'd definitely be angry and divorce me."

Whether on purpose or not, my wife was squeezing her chest as she typed, her large, white breasts jiggling.

"Then why are you doing this?"

I asked. My wife didn't respond, seemingly unwilling to answer.

At that moment, I was really afraid of upsetting my wife, so I immediately changed the subject. "Beautiful lady, I'm so hard I can't help but want to masturbate. Can you help me? How about you rub your breasts with your hands? You're so horny, you must know how to do it, okay?"

I pleaded.

My wife didn't say anything, but suddenly touched her nipple with her finger, then circled it, teasing it little by little with her fingertip, while her other hand kept grabbing and rubbing her breast.

She agreed, very readily. And she did it very naturally, very horribly! Seeing my usually somewhat rigid and sexually frigid wife making such a seductive move, I really couldn't resist, and I took out my penis and started masturbating.

I squeezed her large breasts hard with both hands. Although her breasts were large, they were very soft, like kneading dough, and I couldn't fully grasp them with one hand. Watching her horribly rub her breasts, her two fingers kneading and rubbing her nipples, her body seemed to gradually become excited, trembling slightly.

"Can you lick your own nipples?"

I typed quickly, then resumed masturbating.

My wife paused, seemingly looking at my words, then, holding her breasts, she lowered her head, her pink tongue sticking out, and actually took her own nipple into her mouth and started licking it.

Although only a small part of her face was visible, making it difficult to discern her features, it was already stimulating enough. This scene made me unable to resist any longer, and I quickly masturbated, then ejaculated excitedly!

Panting, I grabbed some tissues from the side to wipe away the semen. In the video, my wife was still playing with her breasts.

After cleaning up the mess, I lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, then typed: "That was so good! I came, I came a lot. Beautiful lady, how about we meet sometime?"

My wife stopped and typed: "You live too far away."

"It doesn't matter, if you agree, I can fly over to see you anytime! Aren't you always at home, and your husband has to work? What, you don't have time?"

"Let's talk about it later, okay?"

my wife politely declined.

This relieved me. It seemed my wife was just chatting online and wouldn't actually go out to a hotel with someone!

"Okay, then, if you have the chance, you can't refuse me again! By the way, it's getting late, I have to go to work tomorrow, I'm going to sleep now!"

After ejaculating, the excitement wasn't as strong anymore, and it was almost time, so if I didn't say anything, my wife wouldn't chat for much longer.

"Okay, I'm logging off too."

Sure enough, my wife said.

"Okay, goodnight, let's chat again tomorrow during the day!"

After saying that, I prepared to log off. This unusual way of chatting made me quite interested; being able to know another side of my wife was perverse and exciting.

At this moment, my wife suddenly replied: "I have something to do tomorrow during the day, I probably won't be online!"

"Something to do?"

I was stunned for a moment and quickly asked, "What's wrong? It's not the weekend, your husband must be at work, right? Did a man ask you out?"

After asking this question, I was a little nervous myself, staring at the chat box.

After a while, my wife replied: "Hmm!"

Hmm? What does "hmm" mean? Did a man really ask her out? Who is it, an online friend? What are they meeting up for, to a hotel? My mind was racing, but my hands were typing: "Who is it? Is it someone inviting you to a hotel?"

"What, is that a problem?"

"It really is! Damn, you're such a slut, meeting someone online behind your husband's back, I'm furious!"

I was genuinely furious.

"What are you furious about? You're not my husband. Even if you were, I wouldn't let you know, because it's my secret, a secret I can't let my husband know! Okay, I'm logging off, goodnight."

After saying that, my wife turned off the video, and her profile picture went dark.

I sat there blankly staring at the screen, my mind completely blank, a surge of anger welling up inside me.

She was actually going to meet someone online, going to be fucked by someone else. She cheated on me, she cuckolded me!

I never imagined that my virtuous and kind wife would go out and hook up, would cheat on me. The thought of my wife being intimate with another strange man in bed, her huge breasts being rubbed, her vagina being penetrated by another man's penis, filled me with unbearable rage.

Judging from how casually she spoke, this must be her first time meeting people online. How many times have I been cheated on? I jumped to my feet, wanting to confront her, to demand she cheat on me, to ask if she'd slept with someone else. Why? Is it because I can't satisfy you, or because I'm not good to you? But

as I reached the door, I hesitated. What if she denies it when I ask? Even if she mentions the video, I haven't actually caught her in bed with someone. And even if she admits, what should I do? Divorce? Admittedly, I hadn't considered that. And in every way, it seems difficult for me to find someone better or more compatible than my wife.

So, what's the point of confronting her now? To regret it, to swear I'll never do it again? Can I believe that? My work often keeps me away from home; she has a lot of free time. Perhaps, as time goes on, she won't be able to resist.

Especially since she just said it's a secret her husband absolutely can't know. She seemed to really enjoy this secret game, so why not pretend I knew nothing and use the convenience of the internet to chat with her and learn more about her secrets? My mind involuntarily flashed back to the image of my wife kneading her breasts and teasing me. This was the first time I'd ever seen my wife so seductive. Wasn't this exactly what I'd always hoped for?

I silently walked back to the computer and sat down. After a while, my wife pushed open the door and came in. Afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself, I didn't look at her.

"Honey, are you done playing? It's late, go to bed!"

After saying that, she noticed I didn't answer and my face was a little pale, as if something was wrong. She asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

"Nothing, it's about the game. You go to sleep first, I'll sleep later,"

I said in a low voice.

"Don't be like that, games are just for entertainment, it's not worth getting angry over this! Don't stay up too late either, I'm going to sleep now!"

My wife comforted me and then left the room.

I let out a long sigh and sat at the computer, lost in thought.

Chapter 2

Sitting in the company office, I was feeling a bit out of sorts. Last night I spent a long time browsing adult websites, including novels about wives cheating and posts from cuckold enthusiasts. After reading them, my anger did subside.

The reason I can't accept my wife's infidelity is because I feel ashamed, but when you discover that many men's wives are also cheating and feeling ashamed, the anger isn't as intense as I imagined. However, I really want to know if my wife is going to have an affair today, to meet someone she met online and have sex!

When she left, my wife acted normally, waking me up as usual, preparing my toothpaste and toothbrush, making breakfast, and finding clean clothes—gentle and virtuous.

I logged into QQ, but my wife wasn't online, and she hadn't replied to my messages. I checked the time; it was 10 AM. If we were really going to meet, she should have already left. Thinking this, I took out my phone and dialed the landline. If no one answered, it meant she really had gone. The phone rang a few times, but no one answered. My heart sank. Just as I was about to hang up, it suddenly connected.

"Hello, honey?"

My wife's voice came through the phone. I was momentarily stunned, only reacting after she asked several times.

"Honey, are you home?"

I asked.

"Of course I'm home, otherwise who would answer the phone? What's up, honey? Is something wrong?"

my wife said.

"No, nothing, I just wanted to ask if you were awake. The weather is really nice today."

I quickly made up an excuse.

"I'm awake. I just took a nap. I'll make something to eat later, I'm hungry."

"Oh, okay, I have something to do here, I'll hang up now!"

After hanging up, I didn't know how I felt. She was home; she hadn't gone out. Was she lying to me online yesterday? This made me quite happy, but for some reason, I also felt a sense of loss. I couldn't help but berate myself for being a pervert—did I actually want my wife to cheat on me?

Just then, I had some work to do, so I got busy. Several hours passed, and when I checked the time, it was almost 1 PM. My wife hadn't replied to my messages or come online. This made me start having all sorts of wild thoughts again. Could it be that she hadn't left the house when I called earlier? So much time had passed; if she were home, she should be online, right? I couldn't help but pick up the phone and call again. The call was answered after a long time, accompanied by a loud rumbling sound.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

"Doing laundry! Honey, why didn't you call my cell phone? Answering the landline is too much trouble, and the washing machine is so loud, I almost didn't hear it!"

my wife complained.

"I just happened to be there! Anyway, don't cook tonight, I'll buy some good food to take home."

"Sure!"

"Okay, that's all, you go ahead and do your thing!"

Hanging up the phone, I felt completely relieved; it seemed my wife hadn't gone out. In a good mood, even the heavy workload didn't feel tedious anymore, and I started working diligently, preparing to buy some nice food for dinner.

************

Tang Shan put down the phone, wiped the white semen from the corner of her mouth, and, swaying her large breasts, walked naked back to the bedroom. In the bedroom, a similarly naked man leaned against the bed, comfortably smoking a cigarette. Seeing Tang Shan enter, the man said casually, "Your husband again? This is the second call, isn't it? Looks like he's worried about you, you slut!"

"Maybe he's not too busy today. He rarely calls,"

Tang Shan explained.

The man pursed his lips, pointed to his penis, and Tang Shan climbed onto the bed, kneeling between the man's legs, sticking out her pink tongue to lick the penis still covered in residual semen. Just as the phone rang, Tang Shan was giving the man oral sex. Hearing the phone ring, the man didn't let her answer; instead, he held her head down until he ejaculated before releasing her.

"This is the second round today. The first round was inside your cunt, the second was in your mouth. There's still time, Papaya Shan, so where should I shoot for the third round?"

The man reached out and squeezed her breasts wantonly, leering as he asked her.

The penis in her mouth had already been cleaned, but without the man's command, Tang Shan didn't stop. Hearing his question, Tang Shan's pretty face flushed red: "Whatever you say!"

"Slut, I think you want me to shoot inside your cunt, don't you? Don't you love being inside men the most?"

"I...I didn't!"

"Still not admitting you're a slut? How many times have I shot inside your cunt! Every time I'm fucked good, and I ask you where I shot, your answer is always 'in your cunt,'"

the man mocked.

Tang Shan didn't speak, but sucked on the increasingly erect penis even more vigorously. Her pretty face was now alluring, with an air of lewdness. Her already small cherry-like mouth was completely filled with the penis, each stroke taking the entire shaft into her mouth, her tongue constantly entwining it as she sucked.

"Your oral skills are getting better and better. It's hard not to get hard when you suck like that. Poor husband, he's never enjoyed this before. He doesn't know how slutty and amazing your little mouth is, does he?"

The man laughed smugly, gesturing for Tang Shan to lift her leg.

Tang Shan changed her position, turning to the side, her mouth still holding the penis, but her left leg was now raised high, stretched straight like a line. Her pubic hair was thick, her dark labia were very thick, and her vulva was still pink. If her labia weren't parted, at first glance, she would look like an old, slutty woman. Because of her raised leg, her labia were parted, still faintly stained with white fluid, clearly indicating she had just been penetrated. Even her vaginal opening was still open.

Tender white fingers parted her labia and gently rubbed her clitoris. The intense pleasure made Tang Shan involuntarily moan, her body trembling slightly, yet her raised leg remained perfectly straight!

The man stubbed out his cigarette, one hand supporting her head as he guided her to masturbate, the other kneading her breasts forcefully, occasionally pulling on her nipples, causing Tang Shan to groan in pain. Yet, her facial expression and physical reactions suggested she was excited.

"Not bad, your control is getting better and better, and you're maintaining your leg posture very well. It seems that sending you to learn dance was definitely the right thing to do; this makes your flexibility much more enjoyable!"

The man's penis was already hard by this point. He got up and touched Tang Shan's vagina, which was already wet. "I'm a little tired. You can start moving yourself!"

Tang Shan hummed in agreement, seemingly impatient. She turned around and straddled the man, rubbing his penis against her vagina with her small hands before sitting down.

Leaning back slightly and holding onto the man's calves, Tang Shan began to sway her hips. As she swayed, his penis rotated back and forth inside her vagina, and her large breasts swayed even more. The man squinted, his hands behind his head, enjoying Tang Shan's initiative. Her waist movements were becoming increasingly impressive, especially when she was aroused, her vagina would clench tightly, and the wetness and warmth inside her vagina would sometimes make the man groan with satisfaction.

Excited, Tang Shan couldn't help but toss her hair, tilting her head back and breathing heavily. Soon, she was drenched in sweat, and her movements seemed to slow down. Just then, the man suddenly swung his hand, "Smack!"

He slapped Tang Shan's large breasts hard. The blow was forceful, her breasts jiggle several times, and Tang Shan groaned in pain, involuntarily falling down. She braced herself on the bed, leaning against the man, her buttocks moving up and down, her vagina tightly gripping his penis.

"You're a slut, the more you're insulted and abused, the more excited you get. You're a born plaything. If you didn't know you, you probably wouldn't believe you could be so despicable, so repressedly horny!"

the man cursed and insulted wantonly, squeezing Tang Shan's breasts and slamming them together, the two mounds hitting each other with a crisp "smack, smack, smack."

Tang Shan, however, became even more excited. "Yes, I'm a slut, I, Tang Shan, am a slut. I'm Mugua Shan, I like being insulted, I like being abused, I like being played with by men, I'm a whore, a whore who sleeps with anyone..."

Tang Shan moaned excitedly, and the man seemed to get excited too, actively thrusting in and out. Under the man's thrusts, Tang Shan's body swayed up and down, her wanton movements seeming as if she wanted to break his penis!

After about a hundred thrusts, the man, somewhat unsatisfied, suddenly pushed Tang Shan down onto the bed, then rolled over and began to fuck her hard.

"Ahhhhhh~~ So good, so comfortable, I'm going to be fucked to death..."

"Bitch, don't you want to be fucked to death?"

"Yes, I want to be fucked to death. Harder, fuck me harder, fuck me to death!"

Tang Shan was so overwhelmed by the fucking that

she cried out in a high-pitched, wanton voice. The man thrust hard into Tang Shan's vagina, then suddenly pulled out abruptly. Tang Shan let out a weak moan, her legs forcefully spread above her head, her knees pressed against his body, and her buttocks involuntarily lifted up. Immediately afterward, the man suddenly turned around, placing his legs beside Tang Shan, and thrusting his penis inside her with his back to her.

This shameful position, coupled with the pressure of the man on top of her, made Tang Shan feel like her back was about to break. Her small frame couldn't withstand such a brutal position, yet Tang Shan was incredibly excited. After only a dozen thrusts, she felt an orgasm approaching.

Under this pressure, the pleasure of the orgasm was even more intense. The man squatted down, grabbed Tang Shan's waist, and suddenly pulled her forcefully. Tang Shan's body involuntarily swung between his legs, then fell heavily onto the bed. Before Tang Shan could react, the man pulled her up by the waist, kneeling on the bed, her waist bent, her plump buttocks raised high. Tang Shan tried to get up, but he pressed her down onto the bed, aiming at her plump buttocks, and thrusting his penis directly into her vagina. Instantly, the "slap slap slap" sound rang out again.

Her buttocks trembled with each thrust; the softness and elasticity made the man feel incredibly comfortable. A woman's plump ass feels so good to fuck! The man thrust hard, slapping her buttocks with both hands. Her buttocks trembled violently from the blows, and Tang Shan cried out in humiliation. The man used Tang Shan's ass for pleasure, like drumming, slapping it after each thrust, creating a rhythmic effect.

"I always like to slap your ass when I fuck you. Your pussy clenches so tightly when you're being slapped, it

feels so good!" "You...you're satisfied! Ahhhhhh~~ Fuck me, please fuck me harder, I...I'm going to orgasm again!"

"You're such a slut, you orgasmed so quickly. I'm going to cum too!" "

Cum...cum inside, cum inside, quickly shoot your semen into my cunt! I want it, I want it~~ahhhhhh..."

Suddenly, the man grabbed Tang Shan's arm, and Tang Shan used her hands to support herself on the bed and climbed up. Then, the man straddled her, his penis thrusting forcefully between her plump buttocks, his hands gripping Tang Shan's shoulders. The powerful impact made Tang Shan completely forget to think; the exhilarating excitement made her only remember to release, to let loose, to moan wildly! To be wanton, to be wanton to the fullest!

"Pfft...pfft..."

Semen shot into Tang Shan's vagina. The man writhed many times, only withdrawing after he had ejaculated completely. Tang Shan lay on the bed, panting, enjoying the pleasure of her orgasm.

The man stood on the bed, looking down at her, stepping on her a few times. Tang Shan slowly turned around, facing the man. The man kicked her legs, forcing them to spread, and then, incredibly, used his toes to play with her vagina, quickly covering his toes with semen!

"Lick my feet clean, you slut!"

The man placed his toes near Tang Shan's mouth. Tang Shan, panting and dazed, glanced at him and actually stuck out her tongue to lick his toes. Her pink tongue circled his toes, and finally she opened her mouth and sucked on them.

After a while, the man was satisfied, and his toes were licked clean. The man sat down, and Tang Shan took his clothes. She knew he was leaving. After the man dressed, Tang Shan took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a few puffs. She handed the cigarette to him only after he had finished dressing. The man patted Tang Shan's rosy cheeks with satisfaction and said, "By the way, did you do that thing?"

Tang Shan nodded obediently and said, "Yes, I did. I'm online every day. If someone adds me, I accept; whatever they want to chat about, I chat about, answering every question; if they want to see photos or videos, I have to agree. If someone asks to meet me, I temporarily refuse and put them in a separate group."

"Good, well done. A slut like you should let everyone know. You pretend to be innocent in person, but you should be slutty online! So many netizens chat and video chat with you, let them know how slutty you are, see your slutty body, don't you find it exciting?"

"A little bit. At first, I... I wasn't used to it, but later I got used to it, and I even started to like it."

Tang Shan said softly. So, the reason she had another QQ account and acted so provocatively and boldly was because of this!

"Then keep it up, share your perverted fetishes and secrets with your netizens as much as possible."

The man laughed loudly, casually stubbed out his cigarette, and prepared to leave.

Tang Shan got up and saw the man to the door. After he left, she went back to the bathroom, took a shower, cleaned herself, and threw the cigarette butts and other trash into a garbage bag before getting dressed to tidy up the mess on the bed. After making the bed, Tang Shan glanced at the wedding photo in the center of the bed and sighed meaningfully.

She couldn't quite remember when she had become like this, from initial resistance to later liking, even obsession. To others, she was unattainable and incredibly beautiful, but secretly she craved that perverse, base thrill. This was her secret—a secret she could let strangers know, a secret she could let other men know, but absolutely could not let her husband know. Many

times, she had thought about stopping, but after a while, she couldn't resist, and ended up sinking deeper and deeper. She only knew that the pleasure had seeped into her very bones. She had looked up psychological books on this topic, and there were many reasons for this. She felt one of them might apply to her: the more noble and proud a woman feels, the more she is obsessed with this contrast in status.

Tang Shan was somewhat indifferent to worldly desires, unlike other women who were materialistic or pursued luxury goods. She had no particular ambitions or hobbies, was unambitious, and rather timid. However, she knew this stemmed from her pride, or rather, her confidence. She knew she could have all these things if she wanted.

But there were things she couldn't have!

She had dated several boyfriends before, and because of her good figure and looks, they all treated her with great respect, including her current husband. But this respect felt monotonous. After that one time, she experienced an almost perverse pleasure, and from then on, she couldn't stop, becoming addicted to the feeling.

Originally, she even decided to abandon everything and fully enjoy this thrill. But someone disagreed. She didn't know if that person's purpose was to avoid ruining her marriage and relationship, or if they felt it was more fulfilling and exciting, but she knew she had to obey that person.

**********

Finally, it's time to leave work! Leaving the company, I couldn't wait to drive to buy my wife's favorite foods and drive home. I opened the door and came in. My wife, dressed in casual clothes, her long hair loosely braided, was watching TV. Seeing me return, she came over and gently took my things, helping me take off my coat.

"These are all my favorite foods! Honey, why did you suddenly decide to buy food?"

she asked, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"You've been working so hard all day, it's a treat. I'll go wash my hands first, then we'll eat,"

I said with a smile, before heading to the bathroom.

My underwear and my wife's bra were still hanging in the bathroom, probably washed during the day. After washing my hands, my wife and I ate together. She was very happy, constantly offering me the best food, which made me feel even sweeter.

After dinner, instead of playing games, I watched TV with my wife for a while. When it was almost time, I took a shower and then tried to get intimate with her.

After taking off my clothes, my wife lay on the bed with her eyes slightly closed. I pressed myself against her and kissed her, but as usual, her reaction wasn't intense. She responded a few times and then stopped. I massaged her large breasts for a long time, but she didn't react much, as if she were asleep, letting me do as I pleased.

This lack of passion made my penis a little soft, but for some reason, I remembered how my wife looked when we video chatted yesterday. This made me slightly excited, and then I couldn't help but fantasize about a man fucking my wife, her wantonness as he fucked her, her slutty appearance making me incredibly excited, and my penis became as hard as iron. I parted my wife's legs; she didn't seem wet yet. As I guided her, I began to thrust, and I couldn't contain my excitement

any longer, thrusting wildly. Usually, it takes me about half an hour, but this time, even though I used the conservative missionary position as before, my wife didn't respond with much passion, only occasionally letting out low moans. But because of my fantasies, I didn't find it boring at all. After only ten minutes, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her.

Afterward, I took out tissues to clean her vulva. She put on her clothes and lay in my arms, ready to sleep. My excitement hadn't subsided, and I wanted to squeeze her breasts, but she moved them away with her hand. She only accepts it during sex; otherwise, she's not comfortable with me touching her.

Holding my wife, I couldn't help but sigh. If my wife really were having an affair, if she were as promiscuous as the women on the internet, maybe it would gradually make her more open! Many posts online say that wives who were originally conservative gradually become more promiscuous after meeting other men.

After this, I no longer believed my wife's infidelity, thinking it was just a joke online, nonsense. I continued my busy workdays, occasionally chatting with her on QQ while at work, mostly about sex or lewd topics. At home, enjoying my obedient and virtuous wife, I would fantasize about her having sex with other men during sex, which gave me a strange sense of renewed vitality.

I gradually came to enjoy the two different personalities of my wife—day and night, in reality and online. Even my usual hobbies of hunting for other women and casual sex became dull. This exciting role reversal became my secret, a secret I absolutely couldn't tell my wife! (

Chapter 3, March 9th

) As usual, I arrived at the company, logged into QQ, and greeted my wife. Lately, the company hadn't been very busy, and I spent most of my time chatting with her.

"Beep beep beep!"

My wife replied quickly. I casually opened the chat window, assuming we'd start chatting as usual. But what she sent made me pause.

"I can't talk today, I'm going out in a bit!"

"Going out again? To hook up with a guy?"

I replied with a laugh, not taking it seriously. My wife has said this occasionally these past few days, but I always call her to make sure she hasn't gone out.

"Yeah, I'm looking for clothes,"

my wife replied.

I casually replied, "Really? How about I help you choose?"

"Sure!"

My wife actually agreed and even sent me a video call invitation.

This surprised me a bit. Was she really planning to go out?

The company computer doesn't have video, so I've been video calling my wife occasionally during the day these past few days, and of course, I've seen her posing provocatively on video. The video call connected, and on the screen appeared my wife, topless with her large breasts showing, wearing only a small pair of underwear, with several clothes next to her, seemingly undecided about what to wear.

It looks like she's really planning to go out!

"Which of these two outfits do you think is better?"

My wife picked up two outfits, one a t-shirt and a short skirt, and the other a black short dress.

I've seen both of these before, but my wife has never worn them.

"A dress, easy to take off."

That dress was so sexy; the skirt itself was quite short, and it exposed her entire back. Although my wife bought it, she seemed to regret it afterward and hadn't worn it yet.

I wanted to see what she would look like in it!

"Okay, whatever you say,"

my wife typed.

Then, I saw my wife put on the dress in the video. And, she wasn't wearing a bra at all; she just put the dress on directly. After putting it on, my wife turned around a few times in front of the camera and then asked me what I thought.

I was a little dumbfounded. I had fantasized about what my wife would look like in this before, but when she actually wore it, I realized what sexy truly meant, especially when she turned her back to me; her snow-white back was completely exposed—it was so sexy, so captivating!

"It's beautiful, let's take this one,"

I typed.

"Okay, then wear this one."

After my wife finished speaking, she suddenly reached under the skirt, pulled off her underwear, and threw it aside. Immediately afterward, my wife pulled out an unopened pair of stockings, and when she opened them, I was shocked to find that they were crotchless. My wife stretched out her legs and put on her stockings. Her legs were already beautiful, but the black stockings made them even more alluring.

She never usually wore stockings, let alone these kinds of sexy ones.

"Are you planning to go out like this? No underwear, no bra?"

I typed.

"Yeah, he told me to! Oh, and this too."

My wife turned away from the video call and returned shortly with a pair of red high heels—stilettos, a good seven or eight centimeters high. When she put them on, she instantly looked much taller, and her leg curves were even more seductive!

My god, sexy clothes, no bra, open-crotch stockings, high heels.

This outfit was so provocative!

"I'm not talking to you anymore, I need to put on makeup, I have to go out soon, I'm logging off!"

my wife said, then hung up the video call, and her profile picture went black!

She even prepared her clothes, and dressed so provocatively—she was definitely going out; she really was going to hook up with a man! I never believed her before, but now it seems it's true!

Thinking this, I shut down my computer, left the office, and found my colleague, A-Ming. "A-Ming, can I borrow your car for a bit? I need it urgently."

A-Ming handed me the car keys directly. I didn't bother with formalities, just left the company, found A-Ming's car, and drove home! My wife seemed to be leaving soon; she usually puts on makeup, but not very quickly, so she should have enough time.

Soon, I arrived at my building, parked, and waited anxiously.

About ten minutes later, I suddenly saw a black sedan pull up nearby and stop. Could this be the adulterer's car? I had my doubts.

Then I saw someone walk out of the building. Red high heels, black stockings, a sexy, revealing black dress, slightly curled hair, seemingly styled, and although she wore black sunglasses, if I hadn't known my wife's style beforehand, I definitely wouldn't have recognized her.

But now I know that this person is my wife!

Just as I was surprised, my wife got into the black sedan, and the car slowly drove away.

I immediately started the car and slowly followed.

My mind was a mess. So, my wife wasn't just so provocative online; in real life, she really did meet men and cheat on me. Especially since my wife dressed so provocatively at that man's behest, which made me angry. She never dressed like that for me, yet she listened to another man!

I followed behind and soon saw the black sedan stop in front of a budget hotel. My wife got out of the car, and then the driver got out too. I squinted at him.

He was probably about thirty-four years old, not very tall. After getting out of the car, my wife took his arm, her large breasts pressed tightly against his body, and then the two went into the hotel!

Without a doubt, they went to a room!

I was furious, firstly because I was angry that my wife was cheating, and secondly because she listened to this other man so much, and was so provocative—this was treatment I had never received before. Secondly, judging from the man's appearance and his car, he seemed to be a successful businessman. Why bring his wife to such a cheap hotel? Couldn't he afford a better one?

Judging by the size of this hotel, a room probably only costs a hundred or two hundred yuan. What does he take my wife for?

Even when I go out for casual sex, I choose a nicer place, at least to show respect!

With my wife dressed like that, the hotel staff might think she's a prostitute.

Damn it!

I slammed my fist on the steering wheel, burning with rage. I desperately wanted to get out and rush in to catch them in the act, but I hesitated, worried about my wife! Although I also have casual sex and lovers, it's only for excitement or lust. I know deep down that I love my wife deeply.

Even now, having caught them in the act, I haven't considered leaving her!

But the anger, the jealousy, is intense!

I took out my phone and photographed the man's car. I sat in the car, smoking one cigarette after another. Go in? Leave?

My feelings were conflicted.

Finally, I decided to wait there and see when they came out. If I had the chance, I'd take a picture of the man and try to find out who he was and how long he'd been with my wife!

This wait turned into four or five hours. While waiting, I gradually calmed down, and my anger subsided considerably. Finally, out of boredom, I saw my wife and the man emerge. I immediately took out my phone and quickly snapped a few pictures. Then I noticed that my wife's stockings were gone!

She was bare-legged!

Had they torn them during their intense play?

I thought bitterly, noticing that my wife hadn't gotten into the car with the man; he had gotten in and left on his own.

My wife was standing at the intersection hailing a taxi!

"Damn it, he picked me up before we slept together, and now he can't even be bothered to take me home? What does he take my wife for?"

I looked at my wife. She seemed tired, but showed no displeasure. Even as the man drove away, she waved and smiled!

How despicable!

Watching my wife leave in a taxi, I didn't leave immediately. After smoking two cigarettes, I suddenly called my wife.

"Hello, honey?"

"..."

I was silent, wanting to ask where she was and what she was doing. But I knew my wife was lying, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control my emotions.

"Something came up at the company, I might not be home until very late tonight,"

I said.

"Oh, then take care of yourself and eat well, don't overwork yourself. Call me if anything happens!"

my wife said.

I answered and hung up.

Then I dialed another number. "Sister Zhang, are you free? Let's meet up!"

"Oh, it's been a while, Xiao Tao, you haven't contacted me in ages. I thought you had a new love and had forgotten about your old flame. Why did you suddenly think of asking me out? Haven't you hooked up with any new girls lately?"

A very charming voice rang out.

"I'm right outside the hotel, wanna come?"

"Uh, what's wrong with you today, being so direct? Okay, tell me the address, I'll come over!"

I gave her the address and then hung up. Sister Zhang was one of my casual sex partners, or even a mistress. I've known her for a while now. She's thirty-five, still quite attractive. Her husband is often away, and she's incredibly horny, especially in bed!

Ever since I discovered my wife's secret, I haven't been interested in hooking up, but now I really want to release my pent-up desire!

After a while, a red sports car pulled up, and a woman got out. She wasn't dressed casually, nor was she particularly sexy, but she exuded a mature and alluring charm.

"Here I am!"

I called out as I got out of the car. Sister Zhang saw me and came over. "Changed your car?"

"No, it's a colleague's. Let's go in, I can't wait any longer,"

I said.

Sister Zhang glanced at me. "You're not planning to book a room here, are you? The environment is terrible. What's wrong? Are you short on cash lately? Or should I book a room for you?"

"This is fine."

I shook my head firmly. Sister Zhang glanced at me but didn't say anything.

We went in, booked a room, and I silently made my way to the room. The room wasn't big; just a bed and a TV, nothing more. I closed the door and started undressing. Sister Zhang seemed puzzled, sensing something was off about me; she wasn't usually this direct. But she didn't ask anything, and instead took off her own clothes.

A familiar and alluring body!

I pushed Sister Zhang onto the bed, roughly kneading her breasts. Just now, my wife had been played with like this, hadn't she?

The anger within me was reignited. I roughly played with Sister Zhang's body, and she was excited by my actions. Seeing my penis hard, Sister Zhang wanted to give me oral sex as usual, but I refused. I immediately mounted her and thrust into her vagina, fucking her wildly.

I didn't say a word, just forcefully pounded into her vagina. My wife's image involuntarily surfaced in my mind, and that anger fueled my excitement. Sister Zhang moaned and begged for mercy as I fucked her, her body relentlessly yielding. Seeing her wanton state, the satisfied expression on her face as I brought her to orgasm, I felt a strange sense of revenge. We fucked for over an hour, far longer than usual, before I finally ejaculated inside her.

Because of her health condition, Sister Zhang couldn't have children, so I could ejaculate inside her freely.

Afterwards, I leaned against the wall. Sister Zhang took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it, and handed it to me, lighting one for herself as well. Then she said, "You were so strong today. I haven't felt this good in a long time. But… tell me, what happened to you today? Did something happen?"

I smoked, remaining silent for a moment before saying, "Sister Zhang, don't you feel guilty towards your husband?"

Sister Zhang chuckled, "Why are you suddenly bringing this up? Are you feeling guilty? Actually, there's nothing to apologize for. He's out there playing around with other women, and I'm out there playing around with you? We're even. When we come home, we're still a couple. Cheating is just about satisfying a physical need, or a kind of emotional stimulation and comfort. It doesn't affect my relationship with my husband. Besides, you should know how strong our relationship is!"

"Would you do the things you did with me with your husband? I mean, you're so provocative with me, are you a little more conservative with your husband?"

I asked.

Sister Zhang shook her head, "It depends on my mood. My husband and I basically don't have much passion anymore. If I feel something, I'm a little provocative; if not, it's just okay. We both know very well that we can find sex elsewhere, but love... we can't."

"If a woman is very provocative with other women but very conservative with her husband, does she love her husband?"

Sister Zhang glanced at me thoughtfully. "Your wife is having an affair?"

"Yes!"

I admitted.

"Is she particularly promiscuous with other women?"

Sister Zhang knew my wife and I didn't have a great sex life, and given my question, she quickly guessed.

"I want to know if she loves me. Why is she so promiscuous with other women, but not with her husband?"

Sister Zhang laughed. "It's actually very simple. You're too good to her."

"Too good to her?"

I asked curiously.

Sister Zhang nodded. "That's right. We know each other very well, and I know you love your wife. But it's precisely because she knows you love her, pamper her, and will never leave her, that she's affected. Don't deny it, otherwise you wouldn't be here in a hotel with me; you would be confronting your wife. People are fickle; once they get something, they don't cherish it. So, she's not afraid of making you angry or unhappy, and naturally, she won't try to please you or even be perfunctory. But unlike others, it might be for sexual desire, or to attract men, that she's particularly promiscuous and obedient to achieve self-satisfaction."

These words made me feel enlightened. I had always been too good to my wife, never getting angry no matter what she did. This gave her confidence, so she didn't care about my feelings?

"You want to know if she loves you? That's easy. Give her a sense of insecurity, let her know you might leave her at any time. If she loves you, she'll change. If not, then it proves she doesn't love you."

She paused, then added, "Actually, you don't need to worry so much. How many marriages these days don't start with love, but simply for the sake of marriage itself? Some people might be together their whole lives without ever truly loving each other, while others develop feelings slowly after marriage—that's normal!"

"Then what should I do?"

"It's simple!"

Zhang smiled, then suddenly hugged my neck and sucked hard, leaving a hickey!

In the past, I definitely wouldn't have left any marks, but now I understood what Zhang meant. Feeling Zhang's seductive charm, I couldn't resist anymore, and we quickly got back to it!

It wasn't until evening that Zhang and I left the hotel. I said goodbye to my colleague, A-Ming, telling him I'd drive the car home first, then went home.

My wife was still awake, watching TV.

Seeing me return, she came over to help me undress, only to discover the matching tattoo on my neck. She paused, then asked, "Why are you so late?"

"There was a business deal at work, and I had a few drinks with a client. I'm a little tired, so I'm going to sleep,"

I said casually, then went straight to the bedroom to rest.

My wife stood there silently for a moment, then sniffed my clothes.

It smelled of women's perfume, and not the cheap kind; it must have been quite expensive. Moreover, there was no smell of alcohol on me, and seeing the tattoo made her expression suddenly strange.

Hearing my wife showering, I lay in bed unable to sleep. I was certain she had discovered it, but I didn't know what she would do.

After a while, I heard the door open, and my wife came in. However, I had my back to the door, so I couldn't see her expression. A while later, I felt my wife get into bed, and then there was no reaction.

She didn't react?

Did she not love me?

Just as I was beginning to despair, I suddenly felt something soft press against my back—my wife's large breasts. Then, she reached out and hugged me, placing them against my chest. We

often slept like this, so it didn't necessarily mean anything.

But what she did next delighted me.

She intentionally or unintentionally rubbed her breasts against my back, the nipples against my skin feeling particularly noticeable. Her small hands, though on my chest, were gently caressing me, even touching my nipples a few times.

Teasing!

My wife was teasing me!

She had never done anything like this before. While her initiative wasn't overt, the teasing was unmistakable.

I pretended not to notice, wanting to see what she would do next. After teasing me for a while and seeing no reaction, she seemed a little annoyed and turned to sleep. This disappointed me, and I felt a little unwilling—unwilling that my wife's initiative was only this much. I turned over and lay flat on my back, closing my eyes and pretending to fall asleep.

My wife hesitated for a moment, then snuggled into my arms. Immediately afterward, I felt her small mouth kiss my body, making me tremble involuntarily. This reaction seemed to please my wife; her face was pressed against my chest, her lips against my skin, exhaling warm breath, while her other hand roamed restlessly over me.

Although I had been with Sister Zhang for a long time and had deliberately restrained myself, wanting to see how far my wife would go, I was still aroused by her almost non-provocative behavior. I suddenly grabbed my wife's hand and slowly moved it down until it touched my still limp penis!

Normally, my wife would probably move it away and wouldn't use her hand to help me. But now she kept it there, not moving it. I didn't speak, and neither did she, I don't know what she was thinking.

My wife was probably wondering why I wasn't hard; she had taken the initiative. Normally, her husband would definitely be hard. Connecting with other signs, she must know that I had been with other women. After a moment, my wife actually grasped my penis and started to stroke it.

Although my penis wasn't responding and was still soft, the feeling of her small hand holding it was still very exciting.

Although her movements weren't fast, her technique was very skilled. Why skilled? It's obvious!

After a while, my penis was only slightly erect. I was a little worried that my wife might be dissatisfied or stop because her hand was tired. But then, I felt my wife kiss my nipple, and then something soft licked it!

I squinted slightly and saw my wife licking my nipple with her small tongue!

Stimulating my nipple with her tongue while she stroked my penis, honestly, this was something I never imagined before. Now I even regretted being so wild with Sister Zhang; I couldn't get an erection when I wanted to.

My wife seemed unconcerned about this, focusing intently on teasing me, sometimes teasing my nipple with her tongue, circling it, sometimes sucking on it. Her small hands would sometimes stroke my penis, and sometimes touch my testicles. Although I was excited and thrilled, my penis just wouldn't get hard!

After a full half hour, my wife finally spoke. "Honey, are you...tired?"

"Yes."

"Then...let's sleep!"

"Okay!"

The bedroom fell silent. My wife released my penis, but didn't leave me. She didn't explain why she had suddenly become so proactive, nor did she complain about why I wasn't erect. Everything seemed to be an unspoken understanding!

Chapter 4

In the morning, as usual, my wife prepared breakfast. After eating, we left home and got in the car. I couldn't wait to call Sister Zhang to report what happened last night, asking if this proved my wife loved me. Sister Zhang said she needed to observe further and told me to continue doing this for a while, preferably without having sex with my wife.

I naturally agreed. I knew my wife's interactions with others were far more than this; she could be even more promiscuous. I wanted to see if she would treat me the same way!

Arriving at the company, I went online and found my wife wasn't there.

This surprised me. Usually, my wife would get up and go online when I left. Why wasn't she online today? Had she gone out again? That seemed unlikely! Even so, I don't seem so angry now. Regarding her cheating, I seem more concerned about whether she loves me!

It was almost noon when my wife finally came online. I quickly asked, "Why are you so late? Did you see another man?"

"No, I was just washing my husband's clothes!"

"Oh, by the way, how was yesterday? Did that man satisfy you? Were you satisfied?"

I deliberately brought up this topic, wanting to know what she and that man had done for several hours yesterday!

"Hmm,"

my wife replied.

"Tell me, how did it go?"

"Okay!" My

wife finally replied after a long pause, then recounted her experience at the hotel yesterday.

After my wife and that man entered the room, the man checked if my wife had done as he requested. He was satisfied to find that she wasn't wearing underwear, and then they started playing. According to my wife's description, there was no foreplay at all. He immediately made her kneel down and perform oral sex. After he got hard, he started having sex with her without even taking off her clothes. My wife said that's what the man asked her to do. He was

very rough during the act, even tearing her stockings, causing my wife to reach orgasm twice. Finally, he took off his wife's stockings, tied her hands, and carried her to the balcony by the window. He made her kneel on the balcony facing out the window and then penetrated her from behind, ultimately ejaculating inside her!

I never expected him to treat my wife like that. The budget hotel only had three floors, and even the top floor wasn't very high. If someone looked up, they could definitely see my wife being fucked by the window. But I didn't think about that at the time, so I didn't notice!

My wife continued, saying that after this, the two of them went to take a shower. But to be precise, my wife served the man while he showered, using her breasts to wipe his back, her vagina to wipe his arms, and even licking his entire body with her tongue.

Licking his entire body! Didn't that include his feet and anus?

This made me furious. My beloved wife would do such a despicable thing. Even prostitutes probably wouldn't lick someone's anus or feet, right? Japanese actresses do that for work; what she did was utterly despicable! However, the thought of my wife shamelessly licking such a filthy place for him filled me with an involuntary excitement.

This made me wonder if I, like the men in those adult novels, had some kind of cuckold fetish?

My wife, of course, was unaware of my thoughts, still reminiscing about that day. After showering, we were intimate in bed, but the man deliberately teased her, making her serve him diligently, even performing humiliating acts to provoke him. He only slept with her after her pleas!

Afterwards, he prepared to leave.

Although it was only twice, it lasted several hours; this man's sexual prowess must be very strong, at least an hour each time!

In that respect, I truly admit I'm not as good!

Was it because of his ability that my wife was conquered by him?

I asked online, but my wife replied no. I then asked my wife if she was satisfied when she was with her husband, and her answer was quite interesting. Perhaps because we had chatted for a long time and were familiar with each other, my wife sometimes initiated conversations about certain topics.

She said that if she wasn't particularly eager, sex with her husband was fine, and if she was horny, it would be satisfying. However, she usually restrained herself during sex. At first, she didn't want her husband to discover how promiscuous she was in bed, to maintain a facade. Later, even when she was aroused with her husband, she wouldn't feel any passion.

I'm quite satisfied that she can satisfy me during sex. But her self-control is just too good; honestly, I can't tell if she's satisfied or not during sex.

"Don't you think this is unfair to your husband? You're so promiscuous with others, but you're just pretending with your husband. Your husband is so unlucky!"

This is a question I really wanted to know.

"I didn't think so before. My husband is very good to me, but that kind of goodness can't satisfy my desires. However, now I think that maybe what I'm doing isn't right. I can hide my secrets, but I shouldn't be so cold and conservative when we have sex!"

My wife's words gave me a jolt.

I quickly asked, "Why do you suddenly feel this way?"

"I used to be too confident. I thought he was lucky to have married me. But then I realized he's really good to me, and I got used to it. But then I discovered he seems to be seeing someone else. That's when I realized I might have been too confident and ignored my husband's feelings!"

I've always felt that marrying my wife is my blessing. Although she seems easygoing and a homebody, she's actually quite proud at heart!

"Your husband is seeing someone else? It must be because you can't satisfy him in bed. You must be very angry, right? With your looks and qualities, what kind of man can't you find? Have you considered divorcing him?"

After asking, I myself became a little nervous.

"No, maybe I'll find many excellent men, but they won't treat me as well as my husband. I know very well that they treat me like a woman, and their kindness is only for sexual desire. But my husband treats me like a wife. Even if I can't satisfy him in bed, he's still as good to me as ever. I'm not angry; instead, I feel a little regretful. I regret being so foolish and too confident before, which led to my husband's infidelity. But I'm also confident that I will win him back!"

Hearing my wife say this, I suddenly felt a sense of happiness. It turns out my wife knew everything I had done for her. However, there was also a slight regret. My wife only said she would try her best to win back my heart, but she didn't say she would never see other men again. Through this period of understanding, I can also sense that my wife is already deeply entangled, and it won't be easy to get her to turn back!

But I found that I wasn't as angry as I had imagined. Thinking back, I was also angry when I found out my wife was cheating, but that anger didn't last long. It was only when I learned how slutty and shameless my wife was with other men that I truly got angry.

Was I just jealous? Did I feel it was unfair? And not because he was angry about his wife's infidelity?

"How long have you been with that man?"

I asked.

"More than three years, I think."

More than three years? That means they met right after we got married, and I was cuckolded for over three years?

He probably slept with my wife more times than I slept with her myself!

"How did you two meet?"

I asked.

"He was my former boss."

Boss? Where did my wife work three years ago? I think it was a clothing store, but she quit after a short time.

Was that man the owner of that clothing store?

"He was your boss? So he was always messing with you at work?"

I asked.

My wife replied, "No, it only started when I was about to quit, and then I quit."

"Oh, I see. How did he pursue you?"

"He didn't pursue me at all. When I was about to quit, he wanted to take me out to dinner, and then he got me drunk, and that's how I ended up with him! After that, he would often contact me, occasionally taking me out to dinner, giving me clothes and stuff, and that's how we got together,"

my wife said.

Damn, so he got drunk and took advantage of the situation. He probably thought his wife was leaving and if he didn't act now, he'd miss his chance. But what I didn't expect was that he actually had the nerve to contact his wife later.

She wasn't even angry; a few meals and some clothes were enough to win her over, and she willingly let him have his way with her. But back then, his wife was still young, and that guy was quite skilled at deception, so fooling her was a piece of cake. I can't believe he let her have her way with him for three years! And he probably didn't get much in return. I didn't see her get many more clothes, and there weren't any valuables of dubious origin. Just meals, small gifts, and he slept with such a beauty for three years—he's incredibly lucky!

After chatting with my wife for a while, it was almost time to leave work, so I called her to tell her that something came up at work and I might be late. She didn't say anything, but I could sense some disappointment. A little while later, she told me on QQ that her husband said he had something to do at work and would be late, probably because he was out with another woman.

Seeing my wife's resentful tone, I felt quite smug.

It seemed Sister Zhang's method was really effective; my wife was already starting to get nervous about me. When it was time to leave work, I said goodbye to her, logged off QQ, and left the company. However, instead of going home, I deliberately wandered around outside until very late before returning.

Once home, I showered and went straight to sleep, barely paying attention to my wife. That night, although my wife gave some hints, she gave up when she found me asleep.

For several days in a row, I deliberately came home late, and even occasionally took phone calls behind my wife's back, acting like I was up to something. My wife didn't ask anything, but she became increasingly bold, even proactively saying she wanted to have sex, but I refused, saying I was too tired. I believed that when I made love to her, she wouldn't act the same way as before.

During this time, I also frequently contacted Sister Zhang and occasionally met up for sex.

When I told Sister Zhang about my wife's situation, she felt it was enough and we shouldn't make things worse. I thought about it and realized it made sense. It had been almost a week since I'd been intimate with my wife, and the time was ripe. That day, near the end of the workday, I told my wife I was coming home for dinner. She was overjoyed and told me to come home early.

When I got home, my wife was cooking in the kitchen. I don't know if it was intentional or just because she was more relaxed at home, but she was only wearing a t-shirt and a small pair of underwear. Her long legs were exposed, and given her plump, pert buttocks, the underwear barely covered them, making her look incredibly alluring!

Having not been intimate with my wife for days, seeing her dressed so seductively, I couldn't resist.

"You're back. Wash your hands first, dinner's ready soon,"

my wife said, turning to look at me with a sweet smile. Noticing my gaze, she seemed a little smug!

I changed my clothes, washed my hands, and stood at the door watching her. My wife was focused on cooking, but she would sometimes bend over and sometimes deliberately wiggle her hips. After watching for a while, I couldn't resist anymore. I went over and hugged my wife's waist from behind. My erect penis pressed against my wife's soft buttocks. She trembled slightly and scolded, "Stop it, I'm cooking!"

I reached my hands inside her clothes and decisively squeezed her large breasts, kneading them.

My wife seemed worried about messing up the food, and didn't scold me or ask me to remove my hands, seemingly oblivious to my presence as she focused on cooking.

This discovery emboldened me further. I grasped her breasts, teasing her nipples with my fingers. At first, my wife was fine, but then she couldn't help but tremble, her soft buttocks rubbing against my body. I pulled out one hand, unzipped my pants, and thrust my penis against her. My wife reacted immediately, glancing back at me but saying nothing.

But with my deliberate thrusting, her buttocks seemed to cooperate, appearing as if she were simulating penetration. My penis rubbed against her through her underwear, and soon I felt her underwear was wet.

"I want to fuck you!"

I breathed in my wife's ear.

This was the first time I had ever said such a direct and vulgar word to my wife.

My wife seemed startled, turning to look at me in surprise. I didn't flinch, but continued kneading her breasts.

That man must have said those words countless times; if he could say them, why couldn't I, her legal husband, say them?

My wife hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's eat first, it'll be ready soon."

"You don't want me to do it?"

My tone turned somber, as if I were angry.

My wife shook her head: "No, you're my husband, I... of course I'm willing, it's just that the food is almost ready, you don't have to be in such a hurry. Let's eat first, okay? I'll give it to you after we eat!"

"Give it to me? It's like you're doing me a favor. Damn it, you beg other men to sleep with you, but I, your legal husband, am doing you, and you act like you're doing me a favor!"

Although I knew my wife didn't mean it that way, I was still very annoyed.

I withdrew my hand and stepped back slightly. This action made my wife think I was angry, and she was about to speak when I suddenly slapped her buttocks. The sudden action made my wife let out a soft moan, then involuntarily raised her buttocks. I pushed her panties aside, and with a swift, clean thrust, I inserted my penis.

"Ah!"

My wife groaned loudly as I forcefully penetrated her, and then I began to fuck her hard.

"Husband, what's wrong with you today? No, not here, let's go to the bedroom~" my wife said, trembling.

"Right here! It's no fun in the bedroom all the time, this is much more exciting!"

I replied breathlessly, grabbing my wife's breasts again with both hands. My wife involuntarily raised her body as I thrust into her, her buttocks being pounded repeatedly.

I don't know if it was because I suddenly became hard, or because my wife wanted to change and please me, but her moans gradually grew louder, no longer silent or as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but clearer and louder. This made me incredibly excited. She moaned! I finally heard my wife's wanton moans!

So slutty!

She'll definitely scream even louder when someone else is having sex with her!

Thinking this, I deliberately thrust deep and forcefully each time, squeezing her breasts with even more pressure, panting as I said, "Louder, scream louder~" "Ah, ah, ahhhhhh~~" My wife's voice grew louder and louder, the whole house could hear it.

Stimulated by these sounds, and the fact that it was my first time fucking her in this standing doggy style, the softness and elasticity of her buttocks from the impact made me lose control, and I felt the urge to ejaculate in less than ten minutes. If it were before, I would definitely have tried to control myself; ten minutes was too short, probably not enough to satisfy my wife. Especially since that man with my wife could go for over an hour at a time, but now, my thoughts were different!

"Shoot, as long as you're having fun, shoot whenever you want. Anyway, other guys never consider her feelings when they're having sex with her. They can have sex whenever they want, shoot whenever they want. Even if you worry about her not being satisfied, others won't. Whether you worry or not, she's already been played by others, so what's the point of worrying?"

This self-destructive, even vengeful thought surfaced in my mind, and I really lost control. I thrust wildly, pounding into my wife's pussy, her buttocks trembling from the impact. My wife couldn't help but increase the volume of her moans. With this rapid thrusting, my semen shot directly inside her.

"Ahhh!"

I growled a few times before pulling my penis out of her pussy.

My wife, her face flushed and panting, gave me a reproachful look before hurriedly running to the bathroom. I put my penis away, straightened my pants, and went back to the living room to smoke. A little while later, my wife came out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen to continue cooking.

No anger, no blame!

This level of intimacy was nothing to her; I'd read online about just how promiscuous my wife was. I initially felt a little guilty, after all, we'd been married for years and I'd never forced her like this before. But then I thought, wasn't it precisely this perceived respect that led to her acting this way?

Mutual respect is good, but it lacks passion.

Modern people have different views than those of the past; they're not so conservative. If sex isn't satisfying, infidelity is normal, right? Thinking back, wasn't it because I couldn't satisfy my wife that I went out to have fun?

"You eat first, I'll go change my underwear!"

my wife said, placing the dishes on the table.

Her underwear was soaked with her juices and stained with semen!

"Just take it off, why change it? There's no one else at home!"

I said.

My wife hesitated, seemingly unwilling.

Just then, my phone rang. It was a colleague. I thought for a moment, then deliberately went to the room, closing the door before answering—of course, I left a crack in the door. While on the phone, I listened for any sounds and, sure enough, heard footsteps. My wife was probably eavesdropping.

It was a colleague calling to inform me of a meeting tomorrow. I responded with a few "uh-huhs," and the caller hung up. But I pretended to be on the phone, deliberately speaking loudly and angrily, "What's the point of calling now? I asked you to go to a hotel, but you wouldn't go. I deliberately didn't do it for days, just waiting to satisfy you. Who knew you'd stand me up and just did it with my wife. Yeah, I know my wife is too conservative, it's not fun, she's not as sexy as you, but if you hadn't stood me up, would I have done it with her? Fine, fine, stop talking. I can't go out now. After I finish dinner, I'll call you again tonight and satisfy you properly, okay? Okay, that's it, wait for my call!"

After saying that, I deliberately didn't leave immediately. Only after hearing my wife's footsteps disappear did I slowly push open the door and go out. My

wife was serving me rice and said, "Come and eat."

I went over and saw that my wife had taken off her underwear, leaving her bare bottom exposed. She had hesitated a moment ago, but after overhearing my phone call, she agreed. I glanced at her a few times, then pretended not to notice and focused on eating. My wife kept putting food on my plate, urging me to eat more.

After finishing my meal, I put down my chopsticks and opened my mouth as if to speak.

But my wife spoke first. "Honey, you must be very tired these past few days with such a busy schedule at work. I'll make you some tea later, and you can play some games. It's so hot today, take a good shower and relax."

She knew I was going out and was making excuses to keep me from leaving.

I thought for a moment and said, "I really am tired lately, my arms are so sore, I don't have the energy for a shower. Besides, a colleague just called and asked me to go out."

"Are they asking you to drink? Maybe you shouldn't go. You're already exhausted, and you've finally come home early today, so rest at home. If your arms are sore, I'll help you wash them and scrub your back,"

my wife said softly.

"You'll help me wash? You've always been reluctant to wash with me, saying you're not used to it."

"It's true, I'm not used to it, but honey, you work so hard for me and for this family. As your wife, it's only right that I do something for you,"

my wife said.

"Okay then!"

Since my wife was so proactive, of course I wouldn't refuse, but I pretended to hesitate for a while before agreeing!

After dinner, my wife didn't seem to have any intention of putting on underwear. She made me a cup of tea and told me to play some games.

It had been several days since I'd seriously played games, so I played for a while.

When my wife finished tidying up, it was almost eight or nine o'clock when she went into the study.

"Honey, are you done playing?"

"Yeah, almost."

"Then take a shower, and get some rest afterward."

"Okay!"

I stood up and went to the bathroom with my wife, taking off my clothes.

At this point, my wife also took off her t-shirt and stood naked next to me, taking the showerhead and rinsing me.

To be honest, I felt a little awkward; I'd never received this kind of treatment from my wife before! It was a little embarrassing! But then I thought, if other men aren't embarrassed, why should I, the legitimate husband, be?

After rinsing for a bit, my wife stood behind me and started applying shower gel. The smooth touch of our bodies together, and the sensation of her large breasts rubbing against my back, aroused me immensely.

By the time she finished rinsing my back, my penis was rock hard.

My wife glanced at me without saying anything and started rinsing my chest. I didn't hold back and took the opportunity to touch her.

When she finished rinsing my upper body, she hesitated.

But I didn't say anything or make any move.

My wife reached out and grabbed my penis, washing it with shower gel.

Her technique was very skilled; she seemed to have washed other men many times.

She applied the gel evenly to my penis, testicles, and even the deepest part of my groin before rinsing me.

After rinsing, she used a towel to dry my body.

This slightly disappointed me; my wife didn't use her breasts to dry me, nor did she lick my entire body.

But it was somewhat expected. My wife was going to do this, and this contrast would definitely make me worry and ask why. The fact that she offered to help me shower was already an improvement! After showering, I didn't put on any clothes and went back to the bedroom to rest.

After my wife finished getting ready, she also got into bed naked and snuggled against me.

Perhaps because we had touched each other for a while after the shower, she wasn't reserved now. After snuggling into my arms, her little hands grabbed my penis and started stroking it.

"Honey, do you... want it?"

my wife asked softly.

Should I say yes or no? I hesitated. My wife had changed a lot today, and I was indeed very excited.

But I also worried that if I gave in to her so easily, would she revert to her usual self? Or would her initiative only go this far? Would we never get to see her more alluring side? "No, I have a lot to do tomorrow, and I'll probably be back late again. Let's get some rest tonight!"

I said after thinking for a moment.

My wife hesitated for a moment, probably wondering which woman I was going out with tomorrow, so she needed to conserve her energy?

My wife didn't speak, but she didn't loosen her grip on my penis, continuing to stroke it. At the same time, just like that night, she licked my nipples with her tongue.

She wasn't going to give up! Her nimble tongue teased my nipples, making me tremble uncontrollably, and her small hands were very skillful, not just simply stroking them, but rhythmically, making me feel very comfortable.

Perhaps because I didn't refuse, my wife became even more proactive.

She was half-pressed against me, her soft breasts rubbing against me, while her tongue teased and sucked between my nipples.

Perhaps because my wife felt she needed to relax, she wasn't trying to restrain herself; she looked incredibly seductive, especially as she licked my nipples while looking up at me with a captivating gaze.

Even though I tried to restrain myself, I couldn't resist, and my hand began to caress her back.

Seeing my reaction, my wife became even more enthusiastic, her breasts rubbing softly against my skin, her nipples rubbing against me, sending shivers down my spine.

Her tongue moved lower and lower, her body slowly moving downwards, gently licking my stomach, even teasing my navel. I couldn't help but groan in pleasure. My wife's tongue slid down, almost touching my penis! But then my wife suddenly stopped, looking flustered.

Why did she stop? I glanced at her in surprise; her expression was indeed flustered, as if something shameful had been discovered. Could it be that she was too abrupt just now, mistaking me for someone else, and that's why she instinctively prepared to perform oral sex? Then she suddenly realized it was me and became embarrassed to continue, afraid I'd be discovered? That's quite possible! But we've already come this far; if I miss this opportunity, it might be a while before my wife can give me oral sex again. Thinking this, I suddenly reached out and placed my hand on my wife's head, closing my eyes and pressing it against my penis.

My wife resisted slightly, looked up at me, and then half-heartedly put my penis to her lips, her little tongue sticking out to lick the glans! "So good!"

I couldn't help but tremble a few times, but didn't do anything else, worried my wife would stop.

Although my wife is quite skilled at this, this is the first time she's done this with me.

And judging from her past behavior, she probably isn't too shy inside, but she has to act shy to be believable.

So if I do anything, she'll definitely be embarrassed.

Sure enough, seeing that I wasn't showing any interest, my wife seemed to get bolder. She didn't just lick the glans anymore; she started licking from the base of my penis upwards, and finally, she completely let go, using all her techniques.

This was incredibly pleasurable for me! "Don't just lick, take it in!"

I whimpered.

My wife hesitated for a moment, and then I felt her warmth envelop my glans.

But I grimaced and said, "Don't use your teeth, it hurts!"

"Okay!"

my wife obediently replied, and then carefully began to swallow and suck.

My wife's oral skills are so amazing, she definitely wouldn't use her teeth; she was deliberately pretending to be inexperienced. I deliberately gave her an out, so that I could enjoy her oral skills more in the future, and she could let go and let me enjoy it to the fullest! Sure enough, from the initial awkwardness to gradual proficiency, my wife cleverly controlled the pace, and later the speed increased, and she took it in deeper and deeper. Occasionally, she sucked a few times, and I almost lost control! After about seven or eight minutes, my wife spat out my penis, which seemed a little sore. She lay down next to me, looking at me with a clear message in her eyes: "Go for it!" At this point, what was the point of resisting? Besides, I couldn't resist any longer. I

immediately rolled over and pinned her down, reaching down to touch her vulva.

It was wet. So horny! Just giving me oral sex, and she was already wet.

I had originally planned to tease her a bit, but seeing that she was already wet, I simply mounted her. I rubbed my penis against her thick, dark labia a few times to separate them, and then slowly inserted the head of my penis into her vagina.

My wife let out a soft moan as it went in, and then, as it was fully inserted, she let out a moan that sounded like satisfaction.

I placed my hands on either side of my wife's head for support and began thrusting hard.

My wife held onto my arms, closed her eyes, and slowly began to moan.

I then realized that my wife's expression when she was being fucked was so alluring, so seductive, giving me a sense of accomplishment! *Slap slap slap!* My penis thrust in and out of her wet vagina, and my wife's expression grew increasingly excited. After about seventy or eighty thrusts, I knelt up, one hand supporting her waist, the other stroking her clitoris, watching my penis move in and out of her vagina.

The double stimulation seemed almost irresistible to my wife, and she couldn't help but reach out to stop me.

But I pressed her legs down, making her hug her knees, so that she was hugging her legs herself, as if begging me to fuck her.

Her papaya-like breasts swayed constantly from being fucked, and they bumped together, making a soft sound.

My wife was completely different now than before, and I was getting excited too, almost like I was treating my wife like any other woman. I even savagely flipped her over, making her kneel on the ground, and fucked her from behind.

This was a position my wife would normally resolutely refuse, but now, perhaps because I was fucking her so good, she didn't object. On the contrary, she seemed even more excited! My wife mentioned during our online chat that she loves doggy style, especially the doggy-style position, because it penetrates very deeply and is very humiliating! She said she gets incredibly aroused during doggy style and orgasms very quickly! Now it seems she really is; I've even forgotten to pretend.

Fuck that plump, perky ass, I feel like I'm about to give in.

After thinking for a moment, I pulled my penis out, then straddled my wife in a riding position, as if sitting on her buttocks, and then inserted my penis again.

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