Green is inevitable.

My wife, Chen Jing, is a native of City C. Her father is the village head of Shangyang Village. Although he's just a village head, the village's location is excellent, so there's no shortage of perks. Shangyang Village is located at the border of the new and old districts, a true urban village.

My wife is 27 this year, 1.65 meters tall, and weighs 95 kg. Her 34B breasts finally developed a second growth spurt after marriage, thanks in no small part to my help. We

were almost in the city center when I glanced at my watch: 8:30. We arrived home in less than half an hour. My wife had already finished work. I guessed she went back to her parents' house again; after all, we just got married, and she's very attached to her home. I gave a wry smile and pulled out my phone.

"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

It's probably out of battery again. I guess I have to grit my teeth and buy my wife a new iPhone 6; the battery life of my 4S is really terrible after all these years.

I floored the gas and headed straight for my mother-in-law's house. We haven't had sex in so many days; how could I miss tonight?

"Mom, I'm here!" I handed her the cosmetics I'd bought for my mother-in-law. "Oh! You're back so soon? Haven't eaten yet? I've been wanting to buy this L'Oreal stuff for ages. Never had a chance. Shall I make you something to eat?" "No, Mom. I'm not hungry. I ate on the way. If you need anything, just tell me, it's cheap in City A." "What about me, brother-in-law? Don't just think of Mom!" My sister-in-law skipped out.

I couldn't help but glance at her nightgown. This girl in her early twenties really changes every day. Her breasts are almost as developed as her sister's. No, they must feel even softer. Wait, why are there two bumps on that nightgown?

"Zhang, sit down and have some water. Your dad went drinking and hasn't come back yet," my mother-in-law seemed to notice my gaze.

This was a bolt from the blue! I quickly looked away. "No, where's Chen Jing?" "My sister. She left after dinner, saying she's going back to Xiyang District." "Oh, then I won't sit down. Hurry back, it's pitiful for her to be home alone." I immediately stood up.

"Yes, hurry back, drive carefully. Jingjing has been staying at home these past two days. I told her it was too far and she could stay here, but she insisted that someone would cook for her when she came back." "Mom, no need to see me off, Ya Ya can take me." I said, getting up to open the door. My sister-in-law was still pouting, following behind me, probably unhappy because she didn't get a gift.

I opened the trunk and took out a Tissot women's watch, handing it to her.

"Wow! It's so pretty, is it with me? It must be expensive."

"Not expensive at all, you're so good to your brother-in-law, how can I treat you badly? I'll take you out for a big meal this weekend." "Mmm." My sister-in-law looked down and fiddled with the watch.

My chance had come, hehe. She was clearly not wearing a bra with her nightgown. At 1.78 meters tall, I'm not particularly tall, but looking down, there was still a huge glimpse of her breasts. The white skin peeking through the lace trim was dazzling. I couldn't help but sigh, youth is truly wonderful. If I looked any longer, I'd get a nosebleed.

"Hurry back, go to sleep early."

"Okay, goodbye, brother-in-law." A warm lip print on my right cheek. I instantly felt my blood rush to my head. I hadn't expected this at all. Could it be…? By the time I came to my senses, Ya had already skipped inside. The fluttering lace hem of her nightgown, her slender legs, and the slightly visible panties... I was burning with desire. I'd better go back quickly.

Even in the car, my thoughts were still on that moment of exposed skin, like two peaceful white rabbits, curled up motionless. My sister-in-law is probably still a virgin. Who knows what might happen later… Maybe I should just forget it; the village chief would probably break my legs.

The car frequently changed lanes, merged, and overtook other vehicles on the road, like a leaping stag, and soon arrived home.

Xiyang District is where my family's old house was, an affordable housing unit of about 80 square meters. The community isn't large, but it's very quiet.

Considering my family's circumstances in C City, a near-second-tier city, we're only considered poor. My parents are both working-class, and I'm really touched that my wife's family, with such good conditions, was willing to marry me. Most importantly, I was her virgin. Although I don't have a virginity complex, there are very few virgins left to marry in this society. They probably have to reserve them at kindergarten.

I took out my keys and opened the door. No lights on? I checked my phone; it was only 9:30. She was asleep so early?

"Wife?" No response. I went into the bedroom. The blankets on the bed were neatly made. It looked just like the day I left. Was she not home while I was away on this business trip? I took out a cigarette, lit it, and paced back and forth in the room.

A strange unease crept into my heart. I should eat something first; she's probably out for a walk. I reassured myself as I walked towards the kitchen.

After a satisfying meal, I turned on my computer, ready to log onto QQ. Since starting work, I've barely used QQ, sometimes not even once a month. When I do, the avatars are always grayed out; QQ has become more of a memory than a communication app for me. Strangely, I have three accounts? Besides the one for my wife and me, there's another one. My hand trembled for a moment, then the doorbell rang. I shut down the computer with lightning speed, not understanding what was so sinful about turning it on. Maybe it's a habit from when I secretly watched porn at home in high school.

"Honey, why didn't you tell me you were coming home?" My wife happily opened her arms for a hug. "Did you miss me?" "Yes, I did. Give me a kiss. Mwah." Seeing my wife's happy face, all my doubts vanished like a whirlwind. Only the faint taste of the Wrigley's gum on her lips lingered.

"What did you miss about me?" I moved my arms down, placing them on my wife's shapely buttocks, slipping them under her short dress. My wife's buttocks were quite full, and her cotton panties were still so conservative.

"You're so naughty," my wife said shyly, pushing me away. My erection was already throbbing, how could I let it go? I forcefully pushed her against the wall, and the five-person squad on her pert buttocks also made their way through the thin veil towards the forest valley. The moment I reached the target cave, my wife pushed me away forcefully.

"I've been out all day, I'll go wash up first. You wash up later too, there's plenty of time, you can do whatever you want tonight." "Okay, don't take off your stockings after you wash them." My wife rarely wore stockings, and this time they were black. "You men are all like this." My wife closed the door. Although it was just a fleeting touch of my index finger, I could still recall the feeling. The wet feeling was like we had just had a fight. Coupled with the Wrigley's gum in my wife's mouth, I became even more confused. She usually only eats Extra fruit-flavored gum. And what about that one just now? A series of questions were planted in my mind. The gentle patter of water stopped, and I remained motionless, pondering how to get my wife to reveal her whereabouts for the evening and the enigma surrounding us.

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you in bed," my wife said, emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "Okay," I replied. I went into the bathroom and listlessly rinsed myself. Suddenly, my wife knocked on the door. "Zhang Gang, pass me my underwear, it's on the shelf inside." "Oh," I said, drying my hands as I reached for the underwear on the shelf. It was a new pair, clearly unworn, judging by the color. And the crotch area was sticky and damp. A light sniff revealed an all-too-familiar scent. Though the trace was small, the smell was all too familiar to any man. It was semen!

"Found it? Hurry up!"

"Oh," I replied, handing over the underwear without a second thought. My devoted wife had cheated on me. The answer was clear, but a single smell wasn't convincing enough. I couldn't believe my wife would cheat. We had our first love in high school, and then we got back together after college. My wife's love for me was undeniable. But the smell was definitely semen. I only ejaculated inside her on our wedding night; the rest of the time we always used condoms.

Conversely, if it really was semen, what was she after? Money? Impossible, my wife isn't that kind of person.

Sex? That doesn't make sense either. My penis is only 13cm when erect, but she's so sensitive she can easily orgasm, and besides, she's so conservative, she doesn't even change positions during sex. Could it be loneliness?

So many questions swirled in my mind, but one thing was certain: my wife had been with someone else, even though I didn't want to admit it. I wanted to save this family, so until I knew the whole story, I decided to remain silent and continue playing dumb. I decided not to say a word about the questions I had to ask tonight.

I stepped out of the bathroom. My wife was already leaning against the bed, playing on her phone while it was charging.

"Why is your phone always running out of battery? Is it particularly short-lived? I'll buy you an iPhone 6 in a couple of days." "Screen," my wife said, looking up at me. In that instant, I caught a glimpse of her micro-expression—a hint of joy mixed with a fascination with her phone screen. Maybe she'd been watching too many American dramas. I felt like my instantaneous analytical skills were already at the level of an iPhone 7. That must be the adulterer.

I lay down on the bed, feeling no desire whatsoever. My wife turned off the bedside lamp and her phone, turning to me. She reached out and lightly stroked my chest. "You were so eager just now, why are you so listless now?" "I felt so tired after the shower, stuck in traffic all day," I replied casually. "Then go to sleep early." The bedroom fell silent, broken only by the sound of breathing and the rustling of leaves outside the window. I remained wide awake, so many questions still swirling in my mind. I felt like my brain was about to explode from all the noise.

I don't know how much time passed before I sat up, lit a cigarette, and looked out the window through the gap in the curtains. A man I didn't know, just hours ago, had penetrated my private space with his penis, leaving marks inside. When he ejaculated, he must have been thinking, "Someone else's newlywed wife now bears my mark, writhing beneath me, drenched in sweat." His penis must have been huge, thick, veiny, and menacing. I could picture the scene: an ugly penis thrusting violently into her wet vagina, each rough thrust causing her delicate labia to swell and foam. Each penetration was so thorough; the owner of that vagina, my wife, probably even longed for each impact. At that moment, she probably forgot her vows of eternal love.

I felt an unprecedented engorgement and swelling in my penis. Heh, could this be a cuckold fetish? I thought of the married women stories on SIS. Did I also crave to see someone else roughly fucking my beloved wife?

At that moment, I was burning with desire. I extinguished my cigarette and climbed onto my wife. I vigorously kneaded her tender breasts, teasing her pink nipples. My heart ached; since this precious personal item had already been touched by someone else, why shouldn't I use it? My wife returned my kiss passionately. "Weren't you tired? Why aren't you asleep yet? You're keeping me up in the middle of the night." I inserted my right index finger into her vagina again, going deeper while rubbing her hidden clitoris with my thumb.

Even though you've showered, the wetness deep inside can't be washed away. "Aren't you wet too, you slut?" With my double-pronged approach, my wife's sensitive body quickly and continuously flowed with fluid. At that moment, I was thinking, whose sheets are wetting with this intoxicating liquid? Perhaps he's still savoring it. I held my wife's head in my hands, straightened up, and pressed her head down towards my crotch. My wife knew what I wanted to do, of course. From the first time until now, my wife had never actually let me bite her, because she was a bit of a germaphobe. Even after washing it thoroughly, I've never put it in my mouth. If she really had cheated on me, she would feel guilty now and would agree.

"No, I told you not to mention this again."

"Okay, then lie down, I'm going to penetrate you from behind." "Shall I put a condom on you?" "It's your safe period, you won't get pregnant, I'll put it on after I'm about to ejaculate." My wife didn't say anything more, she just obediently lay down, raising her pear-shaped, plump buttocks. Without saying a word, I mounted her and thrust in hard. "Mmm... ah..." my wife groaned softly.

It was wet and warm, and apart from the little fleshy buds on both sides, there was practically no obstruction. The narrow passage that had just been stretched open a few hours ago was now tightly pressed against my penis again. I thrust all the way in and didn't move, just wanting to feel if my wife's vagina was tight inside. Usually, after an orgasm, my wife's vagina would tighten inside.

It was a very subtle feeling that I hadn't had time to experience yet.

"Husband, harder." "Is my penis big, husband?" At this point, I was obviously no longer in a hurry. I just want to see you beg me.

"Big, really big." "How big?" "Completely filled, feels good." "Oh?! Is it hard?" I said slowly, word by word. "Hard, as hard as an iron rod, hot, ah...husband...it itches..." My wife couldn't take it anymore and started to wiggle her big buttocks slightly. "Where does it itch? Let me scratch it for you?" As I said this, I gently pinched her two breasts with my hands. Due to gravity, they were now hanging straight down, and I couldn't pinch either of them. "Husband...my hole...my hole itches." "Beg me." I said decisively. Today I want to see you beg me. "Please...please..." My wife increased the range of motion. I pulled my hands back and pressed them against her buttocks. "What are you begging me for? Make it complete." "Please...please...fuck me quickly..." "Waaah..." You slut, your lover hasn't satisfied you? I couldn't help myself either and started to thrust hard. I've never felt so good, a huge relief. Each thrust was a powerful, forceful slam into her body. "Slap, slap, slap," the rhythmic beat was distinct. The fluid from her vagina flowed down my penis, onto my testicles, and then splashed onto the sheets with each impact. You slut, for whom do you shed your fluids? For whom do my tears flow?!

Half an hour later, I finished, and the inner turmoil subsided. I had to know who that adulterer was, and why my wife had betrayed me. I never imagined being cuckolded would happen to me.

After my wife fell asleep, I turned on my computer and started buying surveillance equipment online. Before I knew it, dawn was breaking. The Trojan horse on my computer was installed, and the surveillance equipment was expected to arrive in two days. Looking at my sleeping wife, I secretly picked up her phone and found an unread WeChat message:

"Your husband didn't notice you weren't wearing underwear, did he? Haha."

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