The cheating wife [Full text]

(I)

My wife and I have been married for three years and haven't had children yet, as we felt it would hinder our careers.

Our feelings for each other haven't changed, but our sex life has gradually cooled due to the long duration of our marriage. Plus, I'm often away on business trips, so I've paid less attention to her. Especially after a long day, I often fall asleep as soon as I get into bed, neglecting her gentle gestures. Even on the rare occasions we do have sex, I rush through it and finish quickly.

Days have passed like this, and I've become so carefree that I haven't noticed any changes in her. These are

very subtle changes, and even when I did notice them, I didn't think much of them. For example, she's been taking more showers lately and going shopping for new clothes.

Later, an older brother reminded me to pay attention to my wife's behavior, saying that his wife had told him about it. His words gave me a jolt. I realized we haven't been making love much lately, and she doesn't seem to ask for it. Sometimes when I come home from a business trip, the house is spotless, like it hasn't been lit for days. I've decided to keep an eye on her.

One evening, I told her I was going out to dinner with a friend and wouldn't be back until late, asking her not to wait for me. After getting ready, I went out and quietly hid in the second-floor window of the opposite building, watching my own apartment. About twenty minutes later, she came out wearing her recently bought yellow dress. She hailed a taxi at the street corner.

I also hailed a taxi and told the driver to follow. The driver gave me a suspicious look but said nothing, continuing to follow the car in front.

The car stopped at the entrance to Xiaoxihu Park. She got out and walked into the park. I paid and got out, following her at a distance, crouching low as we went into the grove of trees. At the artificial hill, the woman in yellow stopped. A man who had been waiting there greeted her, and the two walked hand-in-hand towards the grass by the wall.

I continued to follow, keeping a low profile. The man seemed to look back, then put his arm around the woman in yellow's waist. They found the innermost spot at the base of the wall, right under the perimeter of the No. 17 Middle School's playground wall, and sat down. The man in yellow took out a large sheet of paper from his bag, and the two of them quietly nestled together, sitting there like a couple in love.

I saw nothing around to get close to them except inside the No. 17 Middle School wall. Thinking this, I went around to the other side, climbed the wall, entered the school, and then crept up to them right next to the wall. Once I got there, I could hear them talking in hushed tones. Their voices weren't loud, but if I listened carefully, I could make out what they were saying.

"When will he be back today…?" "I don't know, but he always comes back very late whenever he goes out for dinner or drinks…" "…" Then there was a rustling sound, probably from kissing. The thought of that man sticking his tongue into my wife's mouth and sucking on it made me furious and want to rush out, but reason calmed me down.

A minute or so later, presumably after they separated, the man asked again, "After he came back, did you two 'do it'?" "No, I didn't ask him, and he didn't ask me. He was very tired and went to bed early. It's just that in the morning, he touched me there with his hand, but I was asleep. I hate it when people touch me at this time, so we didn't do it..." I was really angry. I really wanted to do it this morning, but she said she was sleepy and sent me away. I didn't expect her to come out to see this man tonight.

"Did you miss me? Did you want me to feed you..." Then there were kissing sounds again, followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down. The sound was very short, probably the man's pants zipper, not the zipper of his dress.

"Feel it, see if he misses you..." At this point, my wife didn't speak, but her breathing became noticeably heavier. She must have been holding the man's penis.

That's what I guessed at the time, but I didn't want her to touch any man's private parts other than mine. Then there was a rustling of paper. I didn't know what they were doing, but I guessed that the moment I least wanted to confirm was approaching. Then, there was the sound of keys, a large bunch of them, ringing several times. Finally, it seemed to be placed on the grass and stopped ringing. Then my wife said, "Take it with you, I'm in my fertile period..." "I feel uncomfortable, I'm in pain..." "I'm afraid something will happen..." The man didn't... Separated
by a wall only 30 centimeters thick, my wife was having an affair with another man right under my nose. And this affair wasn't just a simple case of being taken advantage of; it had crossed the final line, and the most physical act had happened.

Several times I wanted to peek, but I held back, afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it. A very sour, bittersweet feeling, mixed with a surge of heat, assaulted my entire body. Then I realized that my penis had been erect the whole time.

The two people on the other side of the wall were emitting clearly suppressed breaths.
"Is it comfortable?" "Yes, it's comfortable, it's burning inside, it's spicy..." "Can I do this to you for the rest of my life?" "Yes, you're much better than him, yours is so thick, it's making me so hard..." "Yes, do you want me to give it to you? I'll give you all my treasures, okay?..." "Yes, give it all to me, don't hold back, when you give it to me, thrust it in hard, I want it so much..." "I'm almost there, do you want it?..." "Mmm, I want it, thrust harder, I'll know you're giving it to me..." "..." I felt hot all over, all the previous humiliation was gone, all that remained was the desire fueled by some evil force burning through my brain and every part of my body.

At a certain peak moment, the "plop" sound of their secretions during intercourse could be clearly heard.

When everything gradually quieted down, when I heard the sound of toilet paper being used to wipe, when I heard the keychain being picked up and hung on a man's belt again, I knew it was all over.

I couldn't concentrate on their next conversation. Only then did I realize my arms were covered in mosquito bites, unbearably itchy. I endured it until they finished their whispered conversation and left, heading towards the edge of the grove. Then I retraced my steps, climbing over the wall.

I waited by the rockery for a while, until they were far away from the West Lake, before returning to where they had been.

The large newspaper was still there, though torn in several large pieces. The surrounding area was clean. I carefully searched the base of the wall, finally spotting a small white shadow a few steps away. I went over, picked it up, and held it in my hand. I went into the restroom by the West Lake, squatted down in a stall, and carefully unfolded a thick wad of toilet paper.

Inside was a long, curved condom. The small pouch at the end was filled with the semen that the man had tried to ejaculate inside my wife, but which had been blocked by the plastic. The contents of that thing were practically mocking my impotence.

I squeezed the small sac in my hand; it was still slightly warm. I thought to myself, this man not only took advantage of my wife, but also wanted to put his thing inside her too. Then I threw it under the toilet.

Thinking about how "clean" my wife was tonight, I felt much better. Afterwards, I thought about it carefully; I'm actually a complete slut!

I decided to confront her, and to my surprise, she didn't hide anything and told me everything honestly. It was simply that our relationship had a foundation, but I hadn't been attentive enough to her. As I listened, I started to genuinely feel guilty towards her.

Finally, she said he was her colleague, and they had always had feelings for each other. His marriage was troubled, and they had slept together after I went on a business trip, after drinking together. She said his performance was excellent, and that was what truly attracted my wife.

I asked her, "What about me?" She said I was good in every way, except that I was too short-lived, finishing in just a few minutes. She felt terrible but didn't want to say anything, afraid of hurting my pride. I was quite touched at the time; she was truly considerate of me. But now I'm thinking that sex is indeed very important, especially in modern families.

However, I wasn't willing to have affairs with each other. I always felt that doing those things behind each other's backs would inevitably lead to genuine feelings developing from sex, and over time, I felt that her constant extramarital affairs would naturally affect our real marital relationship. Rather than continuing like this dangerously, I thought it better to let her frequently change sexual partners, focusing her attention solely on sex.

Soon after, we started using the internet, visiting pornographic websites, watching adult films, and video chatting, meeting new friends and experiencing new things. Later, I was attracted to the concept of "swapping partners" and dragged her into watching these things too. As a result, we decided to find a mutual friend to rekindle our relationship, and we decided to give it a try.

The first person I thought of was her colleague, Haidong. My wife was naturally happy to hear that I agreed, since it had been done secretly before. But outwardly, she pretended it wasn't right. I said, "It's okay, you can talk to Haidong tactfully and see his reaction." But I was also unsure; I didn't know if Haidong would find it unbelievable.

On the third day, my wife went out and came back very late. She said Haidong was suspicious and asked if my husband was really willing. She wondered if he was trying to set a trap for her. My wife said she had assured him for a long time before he agreed. However, he said he might not be comfortable with three people together and hoped to be alone with my wife.

I cursed inwardly, thinking he was really pushing his luck, but my wife said, "Just agree to him once. Maybe he's doubting the feasibility of this. Just agree once, isn't that enough?" Thinking about it, she was right. I said, "Then let's do it on Saturday. Invite him over." Haidong arrived at my house on Saturday evening as promised. When we suddenly met, we were both a little awkward. My wife had already prepared a sumptuous dinner and sat down between us. With my beautiful wife in the middle, the atmosphere eased considerably. She kept urging us to drink, and we all drank quite a bit, but no one brought up the topic of sex; we all probably understood the unspoken agreement. My wife had also drunk some, her round face flushed, making her even more charming between the two men.

When we were almost finished eating, I excused myself to go to the study to use the internet, leaving them alone in the living room. But my ears were constantly perked up, listening to everything that was happening in the other room. After a while, I guessed my wife had turned on the TV; the distinctive "squeaking" sound of the small television reached my ears, but there was no background noise. I knew my wife was playing an adult film. A moment later, I heard the sound of slippers in the living room, followed by a head towards the bedroom. The two men went into the bedroom.

My heart was pounding. To be honest, I knew my wife was in her own bed, but today another man was taking my place as a husband. I felt both agitated and nervous. Thinking back to that moment, sitting in the computer chair felt like a dream, my mind a jumbled mess.

After I calmed down a bit, about three or four minutes later, I forced my heart to stop racing, gently opened the study balcony door, and quietly crouched down to the large window next to the bedroom balcony. As I'd hoped, my wife had left a crack in the bedroom curtains. The bedside lamp and foot lamp were both on, and I could see very clearly through the gap—it was like watching a pornographic film.

The alcohol was working well; Haidong was on top of my wife, and they were passionately kissing. While kissing him, my wife helped him undress. Perhaps his belt was difficult to undo, so Haidong stood up and took off his shirt and trousers, leaving only his briefs underneath. My wife was also stripped down to only her pink bra; her lower body was completely naked, and her dark pubic hair looked even more alluring under the lamplight.

My wife's pubic hair was beautifully grown, glossy and curly like a small tuft of soft grass. The sides of her vulva were very smooth. My wife was quite full-figured, and the flesh on either side of her vulva was very fleshy, like two low, fleshy hills nestled on either side.

I knew that when my wife was fully aroused, a little bit of her labia, like the hem of a scallop, would peek out from her vulva, curled and wrinkled, sometimes glistening with a layer of love fluid secreted after arousal, coating the vulva and the exposed hem, like the petals of a budding flower smeared with honey.

Such a wonderful wife, such beautiful labia, which was my most fascinated spot when my wife and I first got married, was now being admired by this man named Haidong. At that moment, a trace of discomfort squeezed out of my excitement and welled up in my heart.

Whether it was from drinking too much or because it was his first time doing this in someone else's home, Hai Dong didn't appreciate his wife's beauty at all. He simply pulled down his underwear, looked down at his wife's vulva, held his penis with one hand, and used the other to pry open the vulva from the left. He first circled the head of his penis around her vulva a few times, then used it to spread her vaginal opening. Then he released both hands and pounced on my wife, her buttocks and waist responding with an upward thrust.

Although I couldn't see that unforgettable moment, Hai Dong's actions clearly told me that my wife's body had now accepted another man's reproductive organ.

(II)

My wife and Haidong were tightly embracing and passionately kissing. Haidong's firm buttocks thrust against my wife's lower body with each stroke. Under the constant pressure of the man on top of her, my wife gradually spread her legs wider and wider, finally opening them wide and wrapping them around Haidong's thick waist. In renewed excitement, she spread them apart and wrapped them up again, her buttocks rising to meet Haidong's thrusts with each movement... At this moment, I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. My lovely wife was being pressed down by another man, being wantonly attacked, while Haidong was working hard on top of her, fulfilling his duties as a husband on someone else's bed. He must be very excited, right? I

couldn't help but connect the clattering of keys I heard that day with this scene before my eyes. On the bed, two bodies embracing each other, it transformed into a pair of lovers going wild on the grass. Was it like this too? Was it the same kind of thrusting? Was it the same kind of pumping? Everything that happened after the keys were removed and placed on the ground was what was happening before my eyes now, wasn't it?

Hai Dong pulled his penis out of my wife's body, then stood on the carpet beside the bed. He pulled my wife's body towards the edge of the bed, and she pulled down the pillow herself, placing it under her buttocks. She then faced Hai Dong with her wet vulva. Hai Dong held his erect penis, pressing the head down and stroking it against my wife's vulva. He also used his other hand to part one of my wife's labia. In this state, my wife's lips were slightly turned outwards.

This time, Hai Dong inserted one end of his penis into my wife's body more easily, with greater thrusting. The muscles in her legs were tense, and my wife shook her hair with Hai Dong's thrusts. She then placed her hand on her vulva, separating her middle and index fingers and wedging them above her vulva, allowing Hai Dong's penis to pass between her fingers and enter her body with a tactile sensation. Each time Hai Dong's penis passed through her vulva, it caused my wife's fleshy buttocks to tighten or shudder.

My wife was still gasping for breath, one breath at a time. I knew she was about to climax. The only time we both had an orgasm was after watching porn, when she used a substitute she bought to make her feel like she had "fainted." Hai Dong and his wife had definitely done this before. He knew exactly what was going on with her movements. He used just the right amount of force when inserting his penis. Although he was increasing the speed of his movements, you could tell from the tightness of his gluteal muscles that he was trying to adjust his strength. Hai Dong would also sometimes bend his legs to allow his penis to enter his wife's vagina smoothly and straight, or bend them even lower so that his penis could constantly thrust against the upper part of his wife's vagina.

My wife's face turned bright red. She was so aroused by Haidong's skillful techniques that she kept rubbing her clitoris with her fingers, saying, "Dong, I want... Dong, I want..." Haidong increased the speed of his thrusting. Each time he penetrated deep into my wife's vagina, he would pause heavily and then twist his hips vigorously from side to side, so that my wife could feel his penis, which had swelled to its fullest extent during this legitimate act of entering another man's wife's body.

His wife's words became increasingly incoherent, consisting of "Ah...ah..." Her buttocks no longer rose to meet Haidong's thrusts as readily, and her legs no longer parted intermittently. The legs that had been tightly gripping Haidong's waist began to tremble with the movement of her buttocks and gradually loosened. Haidong then pressed his wife's legs together again...

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