The habit of adultery is unacceptable.

It was 9:20 PM.

I sat restlessly on the sofa, a wave of nausea rising from my lower abdomen to my throat, accompanied by mild cramps and a feeling of vomiting, like a rubber snake wriggling in my stomach.

My wife was showering in the bathroom, the exhaust fan humming softly, the faint scent of shower gel wafting through the air. The thick curtains in the living room were drawn, and a boring variety show was playing on the TV. Everything seemed just like countless other ordinary and beautiful nights before, except that tonight there was a second man in the house.

The man was patrolling the master bedroom like a dog that had entered a strange yard, constantly sniffing around.

He sat on the large bed, looking with interest at the bottles and jars on the bedside table. He stood up, opened the wardrobe, and rummaged through my wife's underwear one by one. After a while, he picked out two pairs of panties: a black lace thong and a burgundy silk t-back—both of which my wife was usually too ashamed to wear in public, only using them to add spice during sex.

The man turned to me and said, "Hey, which one do you think your wife should wear when we're doing this?" I wanted to make a joke, but my throat was dry and I couldn't utter a word. I picked up a beer from the coffee table and took a sip. "...Whatever you like. She has fair skin, so black is fine." The man smiled happily, sniffed the black panties, then opened the bedside table and asked me without turning around,

"Do you usually use condoms or does your wife take pills?" Before I could answer, he found an opened condom, tore off a piece, and threw it onto the pillow along with the panties.

The man looked up and saw the wedding photo hanging on the opposite wall. In the picture, his wife was wearing a red cheongsam, her features were beautiful, and she was smiling sweetly at me.

"Your wife may not have big breasts, but she has a great waist and a nice butt. She looks really good in a cheongsam, especially that big ass, it's fucking amazing," the man said. "You mentioned last time that you've only been married for two years?" "Yeah, but we've been together since college."

"Your wife has only been with you, right? Do you two do it often?" "She lost her virginity to me. We did it quite a lot before marriage, but not so much after. About once every two weeks." "You're so good at holding back. If she were my wife, I'd fuck her until she couldn't close her legs every night. You should fuck such a beautiful wife as much as you want. Women want to fuck more the more you fuck them." The man spoke with a slight Northeastern accent. "Your wife has been showering for a long time and hasn't come out yet. I'll go check on her," the man said, taking off his t-shirt and shorts and tossing them on the floor, revealing his hairy belly and bulging underwear, the shape of his penis clearly visible. The man looked down, smiled sheepishly, scratched his crotch, and walked towards the bathroom.

I downed my beer in one gulp, struggling to pull myself up from the sofa, and followed the man unsteadily.

He stood at the bathroom door, turned back and asked, "I'm coming in now, are you sure you're ready?" I swallowed hard and nodded.

He turned the handle, finding the door locked. The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped, and my wife's trembling voice came through, "...Who's there?"

He patted my shoulder, and I managed to squeeze out a voice, "...It's nothing, open the door..." After a rustling sound, the bathroom door opened. My wife, wrapped in a towel, peeked out from behind the door, her wet hair tied in a bun at the back of her head, her hands timidly clutching the towel knot at her chest. Her face was flushed, and she seemed to be trembling slightly, like a frightened little animal. The man blocked the door with his hand, looked his wife up and down, then took a smug sniff. "Fuck, she smells so good, sister-in-law, let me in and shower with you." He then pulled down his underwear, revealing a hard, dark penis, the head of which, the size of an egg, pointed directly at his wife. His wife quickly turned her face away. "It's not like I haven't seen it in videos before, what's there to be embarrassed about, hahaha." The man squeezed through the crack in the door, shoved the underwear into my hand, and then closed the door behind him.

My mind went blank, as if it had exploded. Blood rushed to my head, and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart. After a long while, I could vaguely hear sounds from inside the bathroom.

The sound of water.

"Sister-in-law, turn around and let me see. Don't be shy. We've been chatting on QQ for so long. I've seen all your breasts and pussy."

"..."

"Let go of your hands and let me see your breasts."

"..."

"Your breasts aren't big, but your nipples are so big. Did your husband suck them? Haha, your nipples are so red, like cherries. Give me a bite." "

...Don't..."

(Sound of water)

"Your nipples are hard, like wood. Stop pretending. Come wash my dick." "...I don't want to..."

"Your husband told me you love cleanliness. You always make him wash his dick for ages before we have sex. Wash it for me this time."

"..."

"Yes, use lots of shower gel. Your little hands are so soft and smooth, damn. Is my dick big?" "...Big..."

My heart started pounding again. My wife always complained that my penis was too big. She never let me insert the whole thing. If I went in too deep, she would complain. I'm only about 14cm tall, while men are at least 18cm, with even larger glans. My wife has only ever had one penis with her. Her vagina is naturally tighter than other women's; even when she's aroused, you can only see a pencil-thick opening when you part her labia. I wonder if my wife will frown and whisper in pain when she's with another man. The thought of her suffering under another man, her usually tightly wrapped, white body being enjoyed by another man, makes me hard. My penis is sticking out of my shorts; I haven't been this hard in a long time…

I desperately want to rush into the bathroom, spread my wife's legs, and thrust in, but I know she won't be comfortable if I go in. After much hesitation, I held back and pressed my ear against the bathroom door again.

"That felt so good, damn! Do you usually suck your husband's mouth?" "Sometimes..."

"Come on, give my cock a couple of licks."

"..."

Only the sound of running water remained in the bathroom. After a long silence, I crouched down and strained to peek through the blinds at the bottom of the bathroom door. Steam filled the air, and I could only vaguely see my wife's snow-white figure crouching between her hairy legs, her head seemingly moving back and forth. She was giving a man oral sex! I rarely get to enjoy my wife's mouth; I always have to beg for a long time before she'll take my penis in. I like to have my wife sit on my chest with her back to me, her snow-white buttocks raised high, exposing her vagina and anus, blushing as she bends down to suck my penis. After a few strokes, she'd turn back and French kiss me, spitting her saliva into my mouth. Now, however, my wife was licking another penis!

The man must have thrust too hard; the wife spat out his penis and coughed loudly. The water stopped, and the man squatted down and said something to her. Then he pulled her up and led her a few steps toward the door. I quickly tiptoed back to the sofa, but they didn't come out. The sound of a hairdryer started. After a while, the door opened, and the man came out naked, his penis dangling between his legs, swinging with each step. The wife was still wrapped in a towel, her head bowed low, her hand held by the man, following behind him. The two walked toward the master bedroom.

The man passed the sofa, stopped at the bedroom door, and turned back to ask the wife, "Is your husband coming in?" The wife, whose head was already bowed, lowered it even further, shook her head, and gave a barely audible reply: "...Don't let him in..." The man then turned to me, giving me a questioning look. I gripped the empty beer can tightly, forced a smile, and said,

"You two go in first, I'm going to take a shower." I then got up and walked toward the bathroom.

As I passed my wife, she suddenly grabbed my arm, buried her head in my chest, and whispered, "...I'm scared..." I pressed my head against her hair, took a deep breath of her familiar scent, and said, "Don't be afraid, have fun. Call me if you need anything, I'll be right outside." With that, I steeled myself and pushed my wife toward the man, then fled toward the bathroom. I heard the bedroom door slam shut behind me, followed by a soft gasp from my wife.

I went into the bathroom, my hands trembling as I turned on the tap, letting the cold water pour over my head. My face was still flushed, my body burning hot. The thought of being in the same place where my wife had just given oral sex to another man sent a rapid erection through me, almost touching my stomach. My perineum throbbed, causing my lower abdomen to tighten in waves. A violent urge to vomit surged in my throat, my vision blurred, and my field of vision narrowed to just two pairs of bathroom slippers scattered haphazardly on the floor.

I thought I was poisoned, a poison called "cuckoldry."

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