Do you love her? [Author: xxxfeixib]

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The north wind howled, seeping into the room through the cracks in the window, wailing like a ghost. Sun Rong lay in bed, listening to his wife's snoring. He was having trouble sleeping again. Her snoring was like a hammer, striking him every time he tried to fall asleep. He was incredibly irritated and wanted to kick her off the bed.

The dim light slowly moved into the bedroom, and his wife's snoring finally stopped. He slowly drifted off to sleep, but before he had slept long, his wife woke him up: "It's time to get up and go to work!" He pulled the blanket over his head, trying to sleep a little longer, but his wife nudged him twice more. An unnamed anger flared up inside him. He threw off the blanket, stood up, and wanted to yell at his wife, but he found that she had already gone into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, urinating loudly. Completely devoid of any womanly shyness, Sun Rong suddenly didn't want to say a word to her. He got dressed, skipped breakfast, and went to work.

His head was throbbing with pain that morning, so he asked his manager for leave, wanting to go home early and take a nap while his wife was away.

He lived in an old-style community. They had pooled their money to buy a house when they got married, but now property prices were soaring, and he couldn't afford to move to a newer community, so he had been living there ever since.

When he arrived at his building, he habitually went to the small shop to buy a pack of cigarettes, only to see his wife, wearing a down jacket, arm in arm with a heavily pregnant man, entering their building. His head buzzed. Was his wife cheating on him? Could a wife like that really cheat?

He quietly followed them, pacing back and forth on the stairs, wondering whether to go in. Finally, he mustered his courage, pressed his ear against the security door, and hearing no movement from the living room, he quietly opened the bedroom door. They were already inside.

The bedroom door was closed, but the sounds of laughter and playful banter from a man and woman drifted in. He cautiously peeked into the bedroom from the kitchen. Sure enough, his wife was in the man's arms, the two kissing intimately. The man pulled down her clothes, revealing a pair of full, white breasts, and began to suckle them forcefully. His wife held his head in her arms, a lewd smile on her face, clearly intoxicated.

Sun Rong's heart pounded. How long had it been since he'd seen his wife so enraptured?

Many years. Back then, she was still his precious treasure. He didn't know when they had gradually drifted apart. Now, he knew he bore responsibility.

The two reached the bed. The man pulled down his wife's pants; she wasn't wearing underwear. He buried his head between her thighs, and she pressed his head down, arching her neck back and moaning. He hadn't heard that lewd sound in a long time. In recent years, their sex had been without foreplay; he'd just thrust in, ejaculate a few times, and then turn away to sleep. Several times afterward, she'd stroke his chest, but he'd impatiently push her hands away and turn his back to her. Those ecstatic moans pierced Sun Rong's heart like knives. So this was how she could moan so joyfully.

The man turned over, pressing himself against his wife. His large belly completely obscured her breasts. He moved his buttocks to her head, and she opened her mouth wide, taking his engorged penis in, licking it with her tongue as if it were the most delicious food. Her watery eyes were full of desire. She was still so beautiful; how long had it been since he'd noticed? He used to love those big, watery eyes, but now they didn't belong to him; her eyes were only fixed on that monstrous penis. Her tongue was so agile; how long had it been since she'd sucked her own penis? Years?

The man rolled off her, lying on his back on the bed. His wife rolled over and sat on his head. His tongue incessantly licked her clitoris. She grinned lewdly and asked, "Is it good? Do you like my cunt?"

The man, swallowing her juices, mumbled, "Delicious! So delicious." His wife leaned down and took the penis into her mouth again, swallowing and spitting it out, occasionally putting the two limp testicles in her mouth. The man's body suddenly convulsed, as if his bones had been pulled out, and he became still. His wife, with his penis still in her mouth, watched as it throbbed. After a while, she pulled it out, and milky white semen dripped from the corner of her mouth. She spat it onto the sheets, turned to the man, and said, "Why did you ejaculate so quickly? We weren't even finished yet."

The man said apologetically, "It's my first time at your house. Seeing your big wedding photo made me feel pressured, afraid your husband would come back."

His wife slapped his stomach dismissively, got off him, lay on the bed, and stared into his eyes, asking, "So what if he comes back? We're already done for. He doesn't care about me. This will only make him happier, giving him a chance to divorce you. Didn't you say you'd divorce your husband and marry me? Were you just joking?" The man avoided his wife's gaze, looked out the window, and said, "Give me some more time. It's not the right time yet."

His wife snorted, a smirk playing on her lips. She retorted, "I know you're playing me, but I don't care. I just want to cheat on my husband with anyone, let him be a cuckold, and then I'll divorce him." The man grinned and said, "You hate him so much, it's a good thing for me. Your wanton body is truly captivating."

The wife patted the man's body, spread her legs, and used her hands to separate her vulva, saying, "Lick it, fuck me once, I haven't had my fill yet!"

The man lowered his head and began to lick, his penis erect. He asked, "Do you have a condom?" The wife replied, "It's my safe period, no need for one, just go for it!"

The man held his penis and slowly inserted it into his wife's vagina. The wife blushed, looking at the man shyly, holding his thick, fleshy waist, letting him move in and out freely, moaning with pleasure, "Ah...so good...harder...so good!"

She kept encouraging the man, under their wedding photo, on their bed.

The man shouted, "You slut, is it so good to cheat on your husband?" She was like gasoline that had been ignited, forcefully pressing the man onto the bed, straddling him and shouting, "It feels good!

I want to cheat on him, to make him a cuckold. I want you to fuck me in his house! I want you to cum inside me!"

She forcefully lifted her buttocks and slammed them down, the sounds of slapping echoing incessantly.

Sun Rong felt the world was very quiet, so quiet that he could only hear moans and the sounds of slapping. His wife could also do this, but she wouldn't let him wear a condom. The man vigorously rubbed his wife's breasts, and she moved up and down desperately, like riding a horse. Her hair danced with her body, her body still so slender, without an ounce of excess fat. Her breasts swayed up and down like two water balloons. Suddenly, she let out a sharp cry and collapsed onto the man. The man used his large, dark hands to hold her waist, their dark and white bodies pressed together. His lower body moved up and down incessantly, like a pile driver, slapping in and out rapidly. His wife moaned as if someone was choking her. The pile driver moved in and out of his wife's vagina, bringing out bursts of vaginal fluid, gurgling like a gushing spring.

Finally, the man roared and stopped moving, leaving only his throbbing penis. Milky white fluid slowly flowed from their joined bodies, soaking the blue and white sheets into a disgusting puddle of snot.

The man stroked his wife's back and gently asked, "Was that good, you slut?" His wife whispered, "So good, you're amazing, I orgasmed twice." The man asked again, "When do you plan to divorce your husband?" His wife hesitated for a moment and softly replied, "In a few days. After his birthday, I'll tell him. We've been husband and wife, I'll give him a proper birthday celebration."

His wife was actually going to divorce him. Divorce? This thought had crossed his mind countless times, but hearing it so seriously still felt like a heavy blow to Sun Rong's heart. It turned out that not only did he want a divorce, but his wife did too.

Divorce? Looking at his wife's still fair body, he suddenly felt a pang of reluctance. Today, she seemed to have kicked the annoying, haggard woman from his mind, leaving only this frenzied body and her watery eyes. He suddenly felt a strong reluctance to divorce her. He didn't want a divorce anymore; he wanted to snatch his wife back from that fat pig and keep her by his side.

Sun Rong quietly slipped out of the room, and after they left, he quietly left the community.

What did his wife like? He racked his brains but couldn't remember. It had been so long since he'd bought her a gift. What should he buy? He didn't know her clothes size, or her shoes. Sun Rong suddenly realized he knew nothing about his wife.

That evening, he brought home a bouquet of roses. His wife, dressed in her pajamas, looked exactly as she always did at home. Seeing him holding such a large bouquet, she stared blankly for a long time. Sun Rong presented the flowers to her with both hands. She asked expressionlessly,

"What's wrong?"

Sun Rong smiled slightly, "I passed a flower shop today and saw these flowers were blooming beautifully. I haven't bought you any in a long time, so I bought them for you. Are you happy?"

His wife nodded thoughtfully, took the flowers, smelled them for a long time, then ran to the kitchen, took a vase from the corner, and arranged the flowers in it. She placed the flowers on the dining table, then took Sun Rong's arm. "Thank you! It's been about ten years since you last gave me flowers. I never expected you to send me flowers again."

Sun Rong gently stroked his wife's hair, his mind filled with images of her hair flowing up and down, and the man's penis moving in and out of her—his private space. That fat pig should be gone forever.

"I've been busy with work and neglected you. Do you hate me?"

His wife nodded. "I hate you a little. I gave you everything, but you didn't appreciate it. But seeing these flowers, it seems like all my anger has dissipated!"

Sun Rong reached out and touched her buttocks. Her body stiffened involuntarily, her hand seemingly wanting to push him away but then giving up.

Letting Sun Rong caress her, she pressed her body tightly against his: "What's wrong with you today? Flowers and flirting. Have you changed?"

Sun Rong shook his head: "I missed you."

During dinner, Sun Rong kept looking at his wife's face. There were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Sigh, they had dated for three years and been married for eight. She had grown old. All these years, living with him in this dilapidated community, she had been heartbroken. Before, when she complained to him, he would always yell at her to shut up. She hadn't complained in a long time. It turned out she had cheated on him. Her body had been used by someone else, her mouth had held someone else's semen. That must have smelled terrible. He couldn't help but feel nauseous.

A wicked thought popped into his mind.

Sun Rong got up and took off his pants. His wife looked at him in surprise. He beckoned to his wife, sat back down in his chair, and his wife came over. He pressed her to her knees and forced her head toward his penis. His wife looked at him in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered her head to take his penis into her mouth.

His eyes were fixed on Sun Rong. Sun Rong smiled at her, "Let me give you some nourishment. Haven't ejaculated in a while?" His wife rolled her eyes at him, "You bad boy." She started licking his penis with her tongue. His penis was fully erect, and his wife swallowed and spit it out faster.

Sun Rong gently stroked his wife's hair, "You're so horny!"

His wife smiled, "Really?"

Sun Rong nodded and thrust his penis into his wife's mouth. His wife gagged for a while but didn't let go, continuing to stroke him. Sun Rong felt he was about to ejaculate. He pressed his wife's head down and forcefully pushed his penis into her mouth. A wave of pleasure washed over him, and his semen gushed out, all of it shooting into his wife's mouth.

"Eat it all, don't spill a drop."

His wife looked at Sun Rong suspiciously and swallowed the semen. "You're acting a little strange today?" Sun Rong turned his head to eat the rice in his bowl, "If you don't like it, I won't do it again." After saying that, he looked up at his wife. His wife frowned in thought, then returned to the table and continued eating restlessly. After dinner, Sun Rong, unusually, washed the dishes and let his wife rest on the sofa.

While his wife was showering, Sun Rong needed to urinate. He went into the bathroom and looked at his wife's breasts, recalling the image of her being pressed down by his large belly, desperately swallowing his penis. He felt a wave of nausea. His wife smiled at him when she saw him come in and continued showering. Sun Rong pulled his wife to his side and made her squat down. His wife obediently took his penis in her hand, but before she could put it in her mouth, Sun Rong urinated. The urine splashed onto his wife's face and body, and he felt the nausea lessen somewhat with the urine.

His wife, probably not expecting this, was covered in urine. She was shocked, squatting on the ground for a long time in a daze. When she came to her senses, she said resentfully, "You insulted me like that, so it seems you know something?" Sun Rong looked at her meaningfully and said, "I just wanted to provoke you. It seems you don't like it, so I won't do it again."

His wife snorted coldly, "Stop pretending. So that's why you bought flowers today. Just say what you want to say."

Sun Rong pretended to be surprised, "Are you really angry? I was just curious for a moment, otherwise you could have peed in my face." As he spoke, Sun Rong squatted down and looked at his wife, "Come on, I learned it from TV." His wife pulled him up and threw herself into his arms, saying, "Let's get a divorce!" Sun Rong regretted his actions just now. Why was he so impulsive and humiliated his wife like that? He pulled his wife to the shower and helped her wash herself clean from head to toe, as if washing away the past would make it all disappear.

After washing her, he dried his wife's hair with a hairdryer, then carried her to the bed and kissed her. She tried to pull away, but it was only a fleeting reaction, yet Sun Rong sensed it. He kissed her forcefully, her body, her neck, her collarbone, inch by inch. The hairs on his wife's body stood on end, and she

trembled slightly. He moved along her breasts and lower abdomen, about to kiss her private parts, when she pulled him up and shook her head at him: "Don't kiss there today, okay?"

She was still considerate of him; she didn't want him to kiss there, which moved him deeply. He held her in his arms and thrust into her forcefully, releasing his pent-up desire on her body. Her voice gradually grew louder as she held onto his waist, letting him enter and exit. Even after he ejaculated all his semen inside her, she still clung to him tightly.

The two embraced on the bed. Sun Rong asked his wife, "Is it comfortable? It's been so long since we've made love properly. Are you angry with me?"

His wife buried her head in his chest and nodded. "I hate you, I hate you so much! You're so cold to me, I really hate you!"

Sun Rong got up and stared into his wife's eyes. His wife was a little timid and wanted to turn her head away. Sun Rong kissed her lips hard, and she responded. After kissing for a while, she said, "I love you, husband." Sun Rong pulled her into his arms, and his penis became hard again. He gently pushed her down, and she knelt up on her own, taking his penis into her mouth and swallowing it. Her big, watery eyes stared at Sun Rong and asked, "Do I look like a prostitute?"

Sun Rong smiled and nodded. "A very beautiful prostitute."

His wife's cheeks flushed, and she smiled. "Does it feel good for a prostitute to serve you?" "Yes, it feels good. You're so great! I love it when you look at me so lewdly." His wife's face turned even redder, and her eyes were full of desire. She straddled him, moving up and down, crying out, "I'm a slut, I'm a prostitute, your wife is a prostitute!"

Sun Rong sat up, holding her buttocks, "I never knew you were so slutty! It's exciting!" His wife wrapped her arms around his back, gripping his back tightly, "You're just a customer!" Sun Rong asked softly, "Oh? Are there other customers?"

His wife stiffened, nodding weakly. Sun Rong's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly quickened his movements, afraid that if his wife said it, it would be too late.

The wind howled all night, rattling the windows. Sun Rong slept soundly, hearing nothing. His wife lay quietly in his arms. She stared into the dark room, her heart empty. He must know something. He was acting strangely today. He probably felt some reluctance to part with her, but her body had already been taken by others. Perhaps not just her body; those men had given her pleasures she had never experienced before, pleasures that the man before her could not provide.

As dawn broke, she, sleepless all night, her eyes bloodshot, stared at the dilapidated house. She had lived here for eight years, and she hated it, hated its owner. He had ruined the best years of her life in this run-down place, wanting her to slowly become as shabby as it was. She had sacrificed so much for this house, and his current small acts of kindness were just his way of tormenting her. He wanted to torture her. Yes, he made her eat his semen, urinated on her face, humiliating her. He felt she wouldn't leave him. He was truly vicious; he used his kindness to trap her, forcing her to continue living in this wretched house. Suddenly, she hated his kindness; he was faking it.

This hypocritical man.

Sun Rong woke up to find his wife already up, sitting coldly by the window, staring out. Why did she have such an expression? Had yesterday's tenderness not made her change her mind? He got up and went to his wife's side, putting his hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"Nothing. Go wash up and go to work, it's time." His wife replied expressionlessly, not even glancing at him. Sun Rong shook his head helplessly, washed up, and went to work.

At the company, he took his annual leave and secretly returned to the community. He saw his wife, bundled up tightly, riding away on her electric scooter. The cold wind whistled, and her face was deathly pale, as if covered in frost. He hailed a taxi and followed her.

His wife went to the market, bought some groceries, and rode home. Sun Rong cautiously slipped into the house, hiding in the closet. The dark closet had only a crack in it. He felt his heart pounding so fast, so loudly, he felt his wife could hear it. He took deep breaths to calm himself. He comforted himself, telling himself he hadn't done anything wrong. It didn't work; his heart was pounding even faster.

His wife was watching TV in the living room, constantly changing channels. He heard her answer a phone call, asking someone to come over—that man was coming again! She'd just done it so many times yesterday, and she wanted to do it again today? Sun Rong felt incredibly angry. He pushed open the closet door, rushed out of the bedroom, and slapped his wife across the face. Startled by his sudden outburst, she collapsed onto the sofa, trembling.

Sun Rong roared, "What? Wasn't yesterday enough? You want more today? You slut!" His wife, trembling on the sofa, suddenly burst into laughter, "So you knew! You hid and caught me today.

That's right, I did arrange for someone to come. Today, I'll let him fuck me."

Sun Rong regretted hitting her immediately. Why had he acted so impulsively? Looking at his wife's face, which looked like she was ready to die, he slowly sat down on the floor. "I wanted to keep you. Why didn't you turn back?" "Turn back? With all your fake tenderness, I'd turn back? Do you love me? Tell me, do you love me in your heart?" Sun Rong nodded weakly. "I love you. You know that."

His wife frantically pulled Sun Rong up, her eyes blazing with anger. "You love me? You just want to trap me. I've been here for eight years!" "Oh, this family, what have you done for this family? I bought the furniture from the secondhand market, and I had someone bring it back. What have you done? The house is leaking, and I have to go buy materials to fix it. You only come home once at night; you never even talk to me. Now you're begging me to stay, worried that no one will cook for you or clean for you. You've always treated me like a maid, a servant, an inflatable doll to sleep with you." "I was wrong, wife, I'll change from now on."

The wife's impulsiveness subsided, and she plopped down on the ground: "It's too late, Sun Rong. I've already been defiled, not just once, not just by one person. I'm worse than you think." Sun Rong hugged his wife, trembling, and said, "I don't mind anymore, wife. Come back, let's live a good life together."

"You don't mind? I do. You know I'm a prostitute? You can't satisfy me!" Sun Rong pushed his wife out of his arms, gripping her arms tightly, staring at her incredulously. His wife smiled coldly: "I'm more wanton than you think. I like men to fuck me, to play with me. You wouldn't believe it, would you? You married a whore. And now that man is coming. Go away. I want pleasure." Sun Rong pleaded, "Don't do this, wife, please."

His wife pushed his hands away and shook her head: "Too late, it's all too late." Sun Rong slammed his fist into the ground: "I will never leave! Come back! I love you!" His wife looked up at him in surprise, staring for a long time: "You really can't bear to part with me? Maybe you'll regret it when you see my true colors."

"No, please, wife, don't leave me."

"Alright, go back to the closet and hide. I'll show you your wife's true colors, and maybe you'll understand. Go on, he's coming!"

Sun Rong got up and went back to hide in the closet. His wife shook her head helplessly, wiped the tears from her face in front of the mirror, and touched up her makeup.

The doorbell rang. The wife glanced at Sun Rong, unsure whether the look was disappointment or regret.

A strong, muscular man in his early thirties entered—not the fat man she'd seen before. The wife pulled him into the bedroom, her breathing rapid, glancing furtively at the closet. The man kissed her, and she reached out to unbutton his shirt.

He undressed her, and soon they were both naked on the bed. The wife shouted, "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

The man hesitated for a moment, then thrust his erect penis into her. She moaned, "So good, so good! Much better than my husband."

He quickly ejaculated, got up, dressed, and left, giving her 300 yuan as he left. She smiled at him and said, "Welcome back next time!"

The man dressed and left. The wife opened the closet door, naked, looking at Sun Rong, semen slowly dripping from her legs.

"Now you know, this is how I've been making money for the past year. Heh, the little money you give me makes me feel insecure. I hate you, you know? Now you know who I am? I'm a prostitute. A real prostitute." Sun Rong's tears streamed down his face, dripping onto the floor. He slowly walked to the bedside and slumped to the floor.

"Wife, I'm sorry, I've made you suffer."

His wife sneered, "Do you still want me now? The man's semen is still there." She then squatted on the floor, sobbing. Sun Rong turned around and hugged her tightly.

After a while, his wife stopped crying and slowly sat down on the ground. Sun Rong hugged her, saying, "I'm sorry, wife, it's all my fault for making you suffer like this."

His wife sighed, "At first, you didn't want to touch me. I couldn't stand the loneliness, so I used the 'People Nearby' feature on WeChat to meet people. I found that many people were willing to pay for these dates, so I went to hotels with them, enjoying myself while making money. Slowly, now... haha, I've completely fallen. Sun Rong, let's get a divorce. You can find someone better. I can't go back. I've fallen in love with the pleasure of having a different man inside me every day."

"Please, wife, don't do this. Let's live a good life together. I know you hate me, but I'll cherish you and love you from now on!"

"If you love me so much, why were you so cold in the first place? Now that I'm like this, you still won't let go. You..."

Sun Rong kissed his wife's lips, stopping her from continuing. After kissing for a while, the two helped each other to their feet and went to the bathroom to wash themselves. His wife went to the kitchen to cook, and Sun Rong clung to her, hugging her from behind. His wife smiled helplessly, "You! Now you realize I'm important? Wait until I'm done cooking before you keep bothering me, okay?" "No, I want to keep bothering you."

At the end of the year, cold air frequently swept in, and Sun Rong shrank his neck further into his down jacket. His wife stood quietly beside him, watching him. "Alright, the paperwork is done. Before I leave, I want to tell you, I was very touched by how you tried to keep me. I've always loved you, including during those times. Thank you for letting me know I didn't love the wrong person. That's reality; you only understand when you get older that love can't put food on the table. That fat guy got divorced and wants to marry me. I'm leaving. I wish you happiness in the future." Sun Rong grabbed her arm but couldn't hold on. She walked away without looking back!

His vision blurred. Yes! In this nakedly money-driven society, what could he still grasp? Light snow began to fall. A powerless, heartless man stood there, gazing up at the sky. The snow was so cold! His heart was even colder!

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