Christmas gift from my wife's colleague

In early June, I accompanied my wife to the wedding of her colleague Rita. Actually, my wife Jill wasn't part of the wedding planning team, but because she knew most of Rita's friends and a few other members of the team who worked with her in the same office, she was invited to join in. This was somewhat awkward for me. Although my wife and I had never discussed it, Jill had never admitted it, and I had never questioned it, I knew that Jill was having an affair with a man in the wedding planning team who worked with her in the same office. During that time, people were constantly calling our home. Every time I answered the phone, the caller would hang up as soon as I said "hello." At that time, Jill often used the excuse of working overtime to get home very late. She was also frequently seen with a male colleague named David, sometimes using the excuse of "stopping for a drink" to go to a bar on her way home from get off work and stay there until midnight. I didn't reprimand Jill for this, except for one time when she hadn't come home by 11 pm, and I called to ask. I also knew that for a long time, Jill and David went out for lunch together every day at noon. However, one noon, when I accompanied some out-of-town clients to a hotel restaurant, I inadvertently saw Jill and a colleague named David checking into a room at the front desk. But when I got home that night, I didn't question Jill about why they were having lunch in a hotel room. Later, Jill came up with new excuses for coming home late, such as going shopping, but when she returned home at 11 pm or midnight, she hadn't bought anything. Moreover, on those nights when she came home late because of shopping, she often showered outside before getting home. Of course, I had my suspicions. I secretly checked her underwear and often found the crotch area of her underwear wet and sticky with vaginal secretions and semen. I was worried about this because Jill wasn't taking birth control pills and never allowed me to ejaculate inside her, because we didn't want to have children too early. I considered reminding her to put condoms in her bag when she went out, but I ultimately didn't say anything. One evening, Jill told me she was going shopping with Rita and then seeing a movie. Around 10 p.m., Jill called to say she wouldn't be home that night and would be staying at Rita's. However, just a few minutes later, Rita called to ask if Jill's cold was getting better. Rita told me that she had originally wanted to ask Jill to go shopping together, but Jill said she wasn't feeling well, thought she had caught a cold, and wanted to go home early and get some rest. After hanging up, I was almost certain that Jill was in bed, but not at home. And I was also certain that a man named David was with her. Sure enough, the next morning, as soon as Jill got home, she immediately took a shower and then slept all day. It was Saturday, no work. Her underwear, covered in vaginal fluid and semen, was in the washing machine. While Jill was sound asleep, I received a call from a hotel. During a live phone call from Japan, hotel staff told me they found my wife's earring in the hotel room we'd rented the previous night. I told them they had the wrong number because we hadn't been to their hotel. But the staff found the check-in logbook, which showed my wife Jill's name, and a receipt for the room payment made with my credit card. I had no choice but to drive to the hotel to retrieve Jill's earring. I thought to myself, not only has my wife deceived me, but she's also used my credit card to pay for her rendezvous with her lover. I wanted to wake her up and confront her, but then I realized it was pointless to argue now, because I didn't want to divorce her. That day at the wedding, Jill wore a very short, tight-fitting dress that accentuated her voluptuous figure. During the wedding, she kept flirting with a man named David. Jill was 5 feet 3 inches tall, with large blue eyes, long black hair, and a proud 39-25-36 figure. That night, Jill and David danced passionately in each other's arms at the wedding ball, flirting without a care in the world. She spent almost the entire evening with him, dancing incessantly. Watching my wife being held so tightly in the arms of her male colleague, especially seeing them return to their seats after a song, her sitting on his lap, her arms around his neck, while his hands caressed her body intimately, I didn't know what to do or say. Later, I went to the bar for a drink, and from there I saw that my wife had taken off her high heels and was standing on David's feet. It was a strange scene; my wife, barefoot in public, was standing on her lover's feet, her arms around his neck, their eyes locked in a deep gaze, his hands stroking her back and buttocks. His right hand gripped her full buttocks tightly, while his other hand lifted the hem of her short skirt. The two women, their small bodies pressed tightly together, rubbed against each other with each dance step. When the soothing music ended, my wife leaned against David, his right arm tightly around her, and they walked out together through the emergency exit. At that moment, I happened to be standing next to a woman and three men, who were also my wife's colleagues. I tried to avoid this awkward scene, but it was too late, so I could only pretend not to have seen my wife's lewd behavior while dancing with her lover and their departure from the dance hall together, and pretend not to have seen the contemptuous and mocking looks Jill's colleagues gave me. One of the three men standing next to me said, "Damn, you should throw a glass of ice water in your wife's face to wake her up. I think she's too much of a slut." Another man added, "Yeah, I think you should keep her away from David, or you should just divorce her and marry another woman." My face flushed red, and I was speechless. Then the third man spoke up, "I think you need to stop them. That bastard David has been harassing your wife lately." The first man chimed in, "Paul's right. If you don't stop them soon, they'll cause trouble sooner or later." The third man added, "Yeah. We know David well, and we know his methods with women. If you don't get your wife away from him, Jill won't be able to fit into those tight dresses anymore, and maybe none of her clothes will fit. I think it's too late now; she'll probably be going to the maternity clothing store. Everyone at the company knows what they're doing." Their words were practically mockery. I turned and left without a word, exiting the dance hall through another exit. I needed to see where my wife and her colleague had gone. I circled the parking lot, but couldn't find them. Later, I heard faint groans and noticed a car with its back window open; the sound seemed to be coming from there. I quietly approached the car, finding a good angle that allowed me to see clearly inside without being spotted. I saw my wife and her colleague lying in the back seat, Jill in the front, and David leaning against the seat back behind her, their bodies swaying together. Jill's skirt was pulled up to her waist, her underwear tossed on the floor under the seat, while David's pants and underwear were wrapped around his ankles, and I could vaguely see his penis moving in and out of my wife's body.The position of intercourse. Jill moaned softly, whispering, "Yes, yes, David, darling, oh, kill me, my baby. Like this, harder, oh, David, I love your cock. Fuck me hard, my sweetheart, oh, harder, yes, yes..." In an instant, Jill suddenly trembled all over. She shuddered, her eyes tightly closed, and cried out in a suppressed voice, "Oh, oh, I'm coming..." David continued to thrust behind her, then he shuddered as if he had a chill, and stopped moving, his penis still tightly inserted into my wife's body. When David withdrew from my wife's body, I saw that his penis was covered with cloudy white fluid. Seeing them start to get dressed, I quietly left and returned to the dance hall. When Jill was brought back to me by her colleagues, I did not mention what I had just seen. In October, I heard that David had been transferred by the company to work in a branch office in another city. I felt that Jill and his relationship should be over. Needless to say, I was happy for David's departure; I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. I had never mentioned her affair to my wife, and neither had Jill. But she had shown me in a different, obvious way. One day, I asked her what kind of Christmas present she wanted, and she said she hadn't decided yet. However, when we went shopping before Thanksgiving, she took me to a women's clothing store. Jill tried on many clothes but wasn't satisfied with any of them. Gradually, we arrived at the maternity clothing and supplies section. I followed her silently, watching her choose an outfit and prepare to try it on in the fitting room. Just as she was about to close the fitting room door, Jill said to me, "While I'm trying on clothes, could you take a good look at these clothes and see if there's anything special that could be my Christmas present?" Looking at all the maternity wear and supplies there, what could I say? Although Jill hadn't explicitly said it, her frequent morning nausea and vomiting, and her no longer wearing sexy, tight-fitting clothes, all indicated that she was pregnant. As far as I know, Jill and I always used condoms when we had sex, and the condoms never broke or slipped into my vagina. A little while later, Jill came out of the dressing room wearing a maternity outfit and said to me, "How about this one? Do you think it suits me? I think it's much better than the one I tried on earlier." Seeing that I was looking at her without saying a word, Jill continued, "Honey, please give me your opinion. I'm not sure if I can wear this outfit for a long time. It looks a bit big now because I haven't gained much weight yet; I've been following the doctor's instructions regarding my diet and daily routine. But in January and February, when the baby grows, my belly will definitely be much bigger. Maybe by Christmas my belly will be showing, so I need to choose a size up now. Oh, honey, after we buy clothes here, we also need to pick out some clothes for the baby. This is our first child, and we need to prepare so many things—clothes for the baby, and a separate bedroom for the baby. We need to get everything ready early." Okay, whatever Jill needs, I'll get her. So, the Christmas gifts I prepared for Jill were maternity clothes and baby supplies. And on Christmas Eve, Jill gave me a big Christmas present. That day, she went to the doctor for an ultrasound, and the results showed she was having a boy. When she got home, she immediately told me the news and took out a book about naming, starting to look for a suitable name for her future baby. That evening, Jill finally put down the book, and she smiled at me, saying, "Congratulations, darling. Not only are you going to be a father, but you also have a son who can take your surname and carry on your name. Now that he has your surname, let me name him. I want him to be called—David Randall." I didn't say anything; I knew that name was the first and last name of her colleague and lover, David. I remembered what Jill's colleagues had told me at the wedding party that day, and now it seemed to have been proven true. David had indeed made it impossible for her to wear tight clothes anymore, and I had indeed bought her loose-fitting maternity clothes. Jill added, "There's one thing I'm very sure of, honey: your son will be as strong as a stallion. I bet he'll grow up to be a real womanizer, the kind of guy women will go crazy for."

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