Ning Zhu'er's love story has come to an end.

Ning Zhu'er was in high spirits; her company had just promoted her to manager. Several major cases she had been handling had also been successfully completed. She was riding high, a rare find in the industry at only 28 years old. Of course, besides her career success, something else pleased her. A week earlier, at a high-end party, she had a one-night stand with a handsome man after drinking.

That night's unbridled indulgence allowed her to experience a different kind of passion; she had never known sex could be so wild. The usually gentle and reserved Ning Zhu'er still felt incredibly excited whenever she recalled that night's absurdity.

Of course, she never contacted that man again after that night. It was just a small episode in her happy life, a pleasant memory under the influence of alcohol. She felt no guilt whatsoever towards her husband. Ning Zhu'er's husband, Song Zifeng, was her college classmate. After graduation, he worked for a public institution. The two had dated in college, moved in together in their junior year, and spent seven years together in a blissful relationship.

Song Zifeng was Ning Zhu'er's first love. Ning Zhu'er was very fortunate to be with Song Zifeng, and she loved him very much. He wasn't wealthy, but she felt that Song Zifeng was the best man in the world—manly, easygoing, kind-hearted, but not a pushover. He had even become a middle-level manager at his workplace through his own hard work and ability. Keep in mind that both of them came from small cities and had no connections or relatives in Yanjing. In short, their lives were getting better and better, and their feelings for each other were growing stronger. However, there was a small regret: Song Zifeng's penis was somewhat short, about 12cm when erect. Although his physique was good and it didn't affect their sex life, and he could almost always bring Ning Zhu'er to orgasm, there was always a slight sense of regret. Especially in the last two years, both of their careers were on the rise, work pressure was increasing, and they were busier, so their sex life had become less frequent. Sometimes, even when they both orgasmed during sex, Ning Zhu'er felt a little empty.

Song Zifeng had just finished an important meeting and looked at his watch; it was already past 5 pm. He packed up his things and prepared to leave work. Traffic in Yanjing was getting worse and worse; basically, even a little late after work, there would be traffic jams. So, Song Zifeng would either leave immediately after work, or if something delayed him, he'd rather work overtime until after 8 pm. Just then, someone knocked on the door. He opened it to find a delivery person; it was a file folder, and he couldn't figure out what was inside. Song Zifeng signed for it and casually opened it. Inside was a letter and a CD.

Returning to his seat, Song Zifeng opened the envelope. Inside, the letter only had one line: "You'll be interested in the contents of the CD." Somewhat puzzled, Song Zifeng turned on his computer and inserted the CD. Inside were many photos. Song Zifeng opened the photos one by one, and after looking at them, he copied them to a USB drive and encrypted them with a compressed file. He took out the CD, smashed it to pieces, and then closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair to rest.

The CD contained photos of a beautiful woman and a man. The first few photos were just the two clinking glasses and drinking, but the later photos showed them becoming much more intimate. The photographer was very skilled, capturing almost all the key moments from their initial acquaintance to their growing familiarity and the development of a romantic relationship. The last few photos are of a hotel room entrance. Some show the two men entering, somewhat drunk, while others show them leaving separately. The timestamps indicate the exit photos were taken the following morning. Everything is clear. The woman and man in the photos spent the night together.

This woman is his wife, Ning Zhu'er.

Song Zifeng took out a cigarette and lit it. He and his wife had a very good relationship; remarkably, they were each other's first love. Their relationship had been smooth sailing from dating and living together to marriage, but their sex life had also gone through a period of initial excitement followed by a gradual decline. After many years of marriage, their sex life was relatively harmonious, and they often exchanged lighthearted jokes. Initially, Ning Zhu'er was shy about Song Zifeng buying her sexy clothes, but later she became more accepting of sexy business attire. Sometimes, after their passionate encounters, they would talk about trying other men. Once, during an orgasm, Ning Zhu'er cried out to Song Zifeng to go deeper, and afterwards, she laughed and said his penis wasn't long enough. Song Zifeng dismissively replied that what good is length if it's not hard enough? Yue'er laughed and said, "Can't I try something long and hard?" They even agreed not to interfere in each other's private lives, as long as it didn't ruin their families, and they could have lovers if they met the right person. However, Song Zifeng always assumed that if something like this happened, it would mean he had found a lover. Ning Zhu'er, though sexy and beautiful, was aloof and had high standards, never finding anyone she liked. Now, unexpectedly, Ning Zhu'er had actually found a lover and they had a one-night stand. Song

Zifeng had some recollection of that day. There was some kind of party at her company, and around 10 pm, Ning Zhu'er texted to say she had a meeting at the Tongzhou branch the next day, and went directly to Tongzhou that evening.

They usually didn't interfere with each other's work, and Song Zifeng had never paid attention to this before. He even replied with a text: "You've been drinking, even if you're having an affair, at least find someone handsome!" Ning Zhu'er replied with a shy emoji.

They often joked like this with each other. Song Zifeng never expected that she would actually cheat on him that day.
Song Zifeng felt a tightness in his chest; he believed his wife loved him very much. That's why he was so confused. Ning Zhu'er wasn't a woman with a strong sex drive, so why did she cheat on him? Was it really because his penis wasn't big enough? Thinking about this, he felt a pang of regret and helplessness; this was his greatest pain. Song Zifeng was handsome, tall, and physically strong, but his penis was naturally small.

This was something he couldn't accept. Fortunately, he was physically strong and always had a firm erection during sex. Moreover, Ning Zhu'er orgasmed easily, usually within two minutes. This somewhat satisfied Song Zifeng's male pride. But deep down, he still regretted his penis not being big enough. Gradually, a strange feeling developed within him. Initially, he couldn't help but wonder what Ning Zhu'er's reaction would be if he had a large penis. Slowly, he even fantasized about what it would be like for Ning Zhu'er to have sex with a man with a large penis. So sometimes he would even ask his wife during sex if she wanted to be fucked by a large penis. When she was very excited, Ning Zhu'er would cooperate and say she wanted to try other men's large penises, and he felt a strange thrill every time.

Despite these thoughts, Ning Zhu'er had actually had sexual relations with another man.
This was hard for him to accept. Although he didn't really care whether his wife had a physical relationship with someone else, years of marriage had long since made him indifferent to such things. He just felt betrayed. It had been over a week, and Ning Zhu'er had acted flawlessly. And who took these photos, and what was their purpose? This gave him a strange feeling.

Song Zifeng picked up the express package and the letter inside again and carefully examined them. The message in the letter was typed on a computer, on ordinary A4 paper, and the information on the express package was also printed, with the sender's information left blank. It seemed that this person was very careful, or perhaps it was someone Song Zifeng knew who was afraid that the handwriting would be recognized. Who could it be? Song Zifeng was a little troubled.

Ning Zhu'er had just finished a big case and left work early today, making a special trip to the supermarket to buy a lot of things. When she got home, she busied herself preparing dinner. Usually, the couple rarely cooked. Song Zifeng was an important cadre at his workplace and often had social engagements, so they would just make do with whatever they could find.

Finally finished with her work, Ning Zhu'er felt a great sense of accomplishment looking at the table full of dishes. She checked the time; it was almost 8 o'clock, and Song Zifeng should be home soon. Ning Zhu'er went to the kitchen to look at the chicken soup she had prepared, and even she felt a little hungry. After waiting a while longer and still not seeing Song Zifeng return, Ning Zhu'er took out her phone and called him. The call rang, but no one answered. He was probably driving and couldn't come back.

Ning Zhu'er thought to herself, "The traffic in Yanjing is truly speechless." Just then, her phone rang. It was Zeng Xiaojing, a young woman from her department who had been with the company for over a year. She liked this young woman very much; she was capable and always treated her like an older sister.

She picked up the phone, and a sweet voice came from the other end: "Sister, where are you? Why haven't I seen you here so early today?"

"Hehe, I'm at home. I came back early today and made some food. I'm waiting for your brother Feng to come home for dinner!" Ning Zhu'er said with a smile.

Zeng Xiaojing perked up immediately: "Sister, you cooked but didn't call me! I haven't eaten either. It's been so long since I've tasted your cooking. When is brother-in-law coming back?"

"You glutton, come over then. Your brother Feng hasn't arrived yet, but he should be here soon." Ning Zhuer was a little helpless. She had originally wanted to spend some time alone with Song Zifeng. However, she also liked Zeng Xiaojing, who was like a younger sister to her.

Actually, Song Zifeng was downstairs right now, smoking in his car, his mind a bit confused, not knowing what to think. He wanted to answer Ning Zhuer's call but didn't know what to say. How was he going to face his wife who had betrayed him when he got home? Just as Song Zifeng was struggling with this, someone knocked on the window. It was Zeng Xiaojing. He rolled down the window, and Zeng Xiaojing said sweetly, "Brother-in-law, what are you doing? Why don't you come up? I've cooked dinner and am waiting for you."

"Have a smoke before you go up. Your sister doesn't like me smoking," Song Zifeng could only say. Knowing that Zeng Xiaojing was coming to his house for a free meal again, he got out of the car, closed the door, and walked home with her. Zeng Xiaojing happily linked arms with him as they walked, saying, "Brother-in-law, you're such a good man, so considerate. Hehe, my sister closed another big deal, making a lot of money for the company. I bet the company's reward will be substantial this time. Should we take advantage of her?"

Song Zifeng was already used to Zeng Xiaojing's closeness; this girl got along very well with him and his wife. She often spent time at their house, and sometimes when they asked her why she didn't have a boyfriend, she would say that if someone as good as Song Zifeng came along, she would introduce him to her, but no one else was a possibility. Song Zifeng secretly felt smug.

The two entered the house, where Song Zifeng had prepared a table full of dishes. Ning Zhuer got up to greet them, and Song Zifeng couldn't help but glance at his wife. Years of life in the workforce had shed her naiveté, giving her the air of a mature woman. Originally gentle, her leadership position in the company had cultivated a confident yet unassuming charm. Her already tall figure was now much fuller and more rounded. Her taut thighs, pert buttocks, and especially her incredibly full and firm breasts, unabashedly exuded the charm of a mature woman.

Such a woman would be the center of attention wherever she went, especially with her strong sense of responsibility and excellent work ability; her success was inevitable. However, the thought that his beautiful and sexy wife had willingly been pinned down and played with by another man made Song Zifeng feel inexplicably uncomfortable. Most importantly, he couldn't see any remorse or regret from Ning Zhu'er; in fact, after the affair, Ning Zhu'er seemed even more radiant, her mood as bright as spring.

Seeing Song Zijian staring at her in a daze, Ning Zhu'er was somewhat pleased; it seemed her careful dressing up today had been effective. She glanced triumphantly at her husband, "I specially prepared a whole table of dishes for you today! You didn't answer my calls. Why did you two come back together? Hehe, always asking where you've been." Before Song Zijian could reply, Zeng Xiaojing chuckled mischievously, clinging tightly to Song Zijian's arm, "I went on a date with my brother-in-law. Why didn't you invite me when you made such a delicious meal?"

Seeing Zeng Xiaojing's nonsense, Song Zijian explained helplessly, "We bumped into each other downstairs, so we came up together." He then went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Ning Zhuer didn't seem to mind.

The three sat down at the table, and Ning Zhuer brought over the chicken soup, instantly filling the room with its aroma. Both women's mouths watered. Song Zijian, however, had little appetite. The entire meal consisted of Ning Zhuer and Zeng Xiaojing chatting and laughing. Ning Zhu'er noticed her husband's listless expression and asked in a disgruntled voice, "What's wrong, Zifeng? Don't you like the food I made today?"

Song Zijian replied blankly, "I don't have much of an appetite. I'm done eating. You two continue eating, I'm going to rest for a while." He then put down his chopsticks and went into the study.

Zeng Xiaojing glanced at the two of them and said nonchalantly, "I have an appetite, sister, I want to eat another bowl of rice."

Ning Zhu'er looked at her husband's retreating figure with some confusion and muttered, "What's wrong?" She saw Zeng Xiaojing still putting food into her bowl. "Your brother-in-law is acting strange, I'll go ask him what's wrong." She put down her bowl and followed her husband into the room. Zeng Xiaojing said "Oh," and then continued eating heartily.

Ning Zhu'er entered the room and saw Song Zifeng sitting in front of the computer, lost in thought. She walked over, sat on his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What's wrong, Zifeng? Are you unhappy?" Song Zifeng replied indifferently, "Nothing, just a little tired." Ning Zhu'er teased Song Zifeng, "What?

Was your date with Xiaojing that tiring?"

Song Zifeng got a little angry. She was the one who went out to have an affair, and now she was teasing him. He couldn't help but retort, "Aren't you bored? Is it fun to always make these kinds of jokes?" Ning Zhu'er then realized that Song Zifeng really had a problem, but she was also angry at his attitude towards her. She complained coquettishly,

"What's wrong with you? Can't you take a joke? I came home early today to cook for you, but you didn't eat properly. I called you, but you didn't answer. What happened? I didn't offend you."

Song Zifeng thought to himself, "You didn't offend me, you just cheated on me." He wanted to say something sarcastic, but then he saw his wife pouting slightly, her expression revealing a hint of cuteness. It had been a long time since his wife had shown such a girlish side. A mature and confident woman's occasional coquettishness is irresistible. Song Zifeng felt a pang of tenderness and a sour taste in his mouth. He thought, "If you want to cheat, just cheat. Didn't we agree on this? I'm not saying no, but why did you

hide it from me? And how come you're so happy after just one affair? Look how pleased you are now." These thoughts startled Song Zifeng. He was actually more concerned about his wife's bliss and radiance after the affair. Ning Zhu'er was noticeably more radiant these past few days, exuding a captivating feminine glow. Even her libido seemed higher; the two had been making love every night for the past few days. Song Zifeng had assumed it was the harmonious marital life that made his wife so happy, but it turned out he was just being delusional. These thoughts flashed through his mind, but they prevented him from hardening his heart any longer. He could only sigh softly and couldn't help but reach out to touch his wife's beautiful, delicate face. "Zhu'er, I'm quite tired from work today, and I'm not in the mood. Why don't you go and have some more with Xiaojing? I won't go out."

Ning Zhu'er looked at her husband's tired expression and assumed he was indeed very tired from work. She gently cupped Song Zifeng's face in her hands, kissed him on the lips, and said softly, "Then you should rest well. Don't overwork yourself, and don't push yourself too hard at work. I'm going out to be with Xiaojing." With that, she got up and left the room.

Song Zifeng watched his wife's graceful figure walk out of the room. From behind, her slender waist and shapely buttocks, encased in her business attire, were incredibly alluring. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but he felt that his wife's buttocks seemed even rounder. Was it because of that man? This somewhat embarrassing thought made him a little jealous again.

In the living room, Zeng Xiaojing nestled contentedly on the sofa, patting her round belly, and said,
"Sister, your cooking is so delicious. Can you cook for me more often?"

Ning Zhuer's voice came from the kitchen: "You've become addicted to freeloading. I'm so busy, how can I have time to cook for you often? Why don't you work more at the company and let me worry less?"

"Am I not working hard? I'm exhausted lately!" Zeng Xiaojing complained, a little coquettishly.

Ning Zhuer laughed and scolded, "Work hard my ass! That case you were working on still hasn't been closed."

Zeng Xiaojing was a little overwhelmed: "Our company got the cheapest proposal for that case, leaving the other company with no profit. How am I supposed to negotiate?"

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this after work. Don't just sit around, your brother-in-law has been working hard all day, go and give him a shoulder massage. We can't let you eat our food for free." Ning Zhuer suddenly had an idea and said.

Hearing that she should go and massage her brother-in-law to relax, Zeng Xiaojing became interested and quickly agreed, going into the study. Ning Zhu'er was well aware that her younger sister had a crush on her husband. Several times she had lamented that all the good men had "married" and she couldn't find anyone like him. Ning Zhu'er didn't mind, and secretly she was quite proud of her husband's excellence.

Song Zifeng leaned back in his chair, his mind a jumbled mess, aimlessly browsing the website. Suddenly, he felt a hand press on his temples, and he closed his eyes. A pair of soft, delicate hands massaged his temples with a gentle, light touch, and a pleasant fragrance wafted into his nose—Ning Zhu'er's favorite Chanel scent. A woman's unique tenderness and affection emanated from those skillful hands. As these seemingly magical hands gently stroked and kneaded his head, Song Zifeng felt his mind relax. He sighed inwardly; his wife still loved him very much, even these small gestures were full of love. Why should he care if she had been with someone else?

Besides, they had been together for so long, and with the passion fading, these rumors about infidelity had surfaced more than once. Since he was already mentally prepared, he shouldn't dwell on it anymore. He just needed to remind his wife not to let her emotions get involved. Thinking this, Song Zifeng grasped those delicate hands.

The owner of the delicate hand trembled slightly. Song Zifeng still didn't open his eyes, feeling the smooth, soft skin on his hand. He turned slightly and pulled the owner of the hand to his side, then gently pulled her onto his lap. Just as he was about to speak, he sensed a different presence. This was clearly not the feeling of his wife. He opened his eyes and exclaimed, "Xiaojing, it's you?" Zeng Xiaojing's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her hands naturally wrapped around Song Zifeng's neck. She was a little shy but still bold, saying, "Of course it's me. Who did you think I was?"

Song Zifeng was a little embarrassed and quickly released his arms from Zeng Xiaojing. "I... I thought it was your sister!" In his mind, he was thinking about the feeling he had just experienced, that tenderness he had clearly felt.

Zeng Xiaojing remained sitting on Song Zifeng's lap, unwilling to get up, a pleasant masculine scent filling her nostrils. She was a little flustered, but forced a calm and coquettish tone: "I don't believe it! You know perfectly well it was me! Humph, you took advantage of me while my sister was out."

Song Zifeng was somewhat amused and exasperated. This little girl had taken advantage of him countless times before, and now she was turning the tables on him. He smiled helplessly: "Alright, stop fooling around, get up. It won't look good if your sister comes in and sees."

Zeng Xiaojing, however, persisted: "So what if she sees? It was you hugging me, brother-in-law. Let my sister see you bullying me." As she spoke, she deliberately moved closer and hugged Song Zifeng tightly. Song Zifeng felt a youthful, fiery body press against him, and he felt Zeng Xiaojing's full, high breasts gently rubbing against his chest. This youthful fullness unique to young girls stirred Song Zifeng's heart. He also knew that this girl had some feelings for him, and his wife's infidelity made him a little jealous. Song Zifeng couldn't help but reach out and hug Zeng Xiaojing's waist again. Zeng Xiaojing's face turned incredibly red, but she looked at Song Zifeng boldly.

Song Zifeng sensed the affection in her eyes and knew his earlier intuition was correct. He couldn't help but laugh, "I smelled Chanel and thought it was your sister. I remember you didn't use perfume before? When did you start using it?" Zeng Xiaojing blushed even more, her secret exposed, and retorted, "I just use it because I want to, why would I need to tell you?" Song Zifeng chuckled, knowing full well that she was using the same perfume as Ning Zhuer. Previously, because Zeng Xiaojing was his wife's close friend, he had deliberately avoided her, but now that he knew about his wife's affair, his ambiguous relationship with Zeng Xiaojing gave him a sense of vengeful pleasure. Besides, Zeng Xiaojing was indeed young and beautiful. Feeling the girl's buttocks against his thighs, Song Zifeng felt a slight erection. Zeng Xiaojing also felt his hardness, her face turning as red as an apple, and she involuntarily shifted her hips slightly, unexpectedly causing Song Zifeng to become fully erect.

Song Zifeng felt a surge of pleasure in his penis. Looking at the beautiful girl so close to him, he impulsively kissed Zeng Xiaojing on the lips. After the kiss, both of them were slightly stunned. Suddenly, Zeng Xiaojing gasped for breath and boldly pressed her lips against Song Zifeng's, kissing him fiercely, her hands tightly gripping his neck.

Infected by Zeng Xiaojing's passion, Song Zifeng and Zeng Xiaojing kissed passionately. Zeng Xiaojing's kiss was a little awkward, so Song Zifeng slowly guided her to bring her tongue into his mouth. Gradually, Zeng Xiaojing also took the initiative to suck on Song Zifeng's lips and tongue, and their kiss grew more and more passionate. Song Zifeng's hands gently roamed and caressed her back. Zeng Xiaojing's breathing gradually became rapid. Just then, Ning Zhuer's voice came from the living room: "You two, come out and have some fruit." The two separated as if electrocuted. Zeng Xiaojing's face was flushed, and she said playfully, "Brother-in-law, does this count as cheating?" Song Zifeng was also a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say. Zeng Xiaojing stood up gracefully, tidied her hair and clothes, and said, "Alright, brother-in-law, I won't tease you anymore.

Let's go out." She then took Song Zifeng's hand and left the room.

Ning Zhu'er saw the two come out hand in hand. Although Zeng Xiaojing often held hands and even hugged her husband without any formality, she couldn't help but feel that something was off about their interaction just now. Song Zifeng didn't want to hold Zeng Xiaojing's hand, but after taking advantage of her earlier, letting go now would seem like blaming her, and their frequent hand-holding now seemed a bit contrived. Of course, whether he had other thoughts in mind was unknown. In any case, the two naturally held hands as they went out and sat on the sofa to eat fruit.

Ning Zhu'er chuckled slightly and couldn't help teasing the two of them, "Xiaojing, you're really something! Your brother-in-law was so tired he couldn't even leave the house, but you massaged him for a while, and look how energetic he is now."

Xiaojing replied naturally, somewhat proudly, "Of course, don't you know who I am?" Song Zifeng felt a little embarrassed; this girl was so fierce, still acting so self-righteous and without a trace after their affair. After

the three of them finished eating fruit and watched TV for a while, Zeng Xiaojing stood up and said, "It's late, I'm going home.
You two enjoy your time together!" Ning Zhu'er teased, "Finally, you know to leave. You've taken up half of our time together." She then nudged Song Zifeng, "Go, see Xiaojing off." Zeng Xiaojing chuckled, "Sister, your cooking is so delicious, I want to eat it again next time." She then took Song Zifeng's arm, "Brother-in-law, thank you for your trouble, please take me home."

Zeng Xiaojing lived nearby; it was only a 5-minute drive. Song Zifeng parked the car downstairs:
"Okay, you can go up now, I won't see you off." Zeng Xiaojing pouted and refused to get out of the car, insisting that Song Zifeng escort her upstairs. Song Zifeng had no choice but to lock the car and walk her upstairs. Zeng Xiaojing happily took his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. At the door, Zeng Xiaojing took Song Zifeng's hand and said shyly, "Brother-in-law, I'm so happy today." After saying that, she quickly kissed Song Zifeng on the lips and went inside.

Song Zifeng's lips still held a trace of something, a hint of something else. He looked at Song Zifeng with a forced smile, his expression slightly sullen. He seemed to be trying to hide something, but his expression remained unchanged. He looked at Song Zifeng with a forced smile, his expression slightly sullen ...

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