My Missing Wife

A stranger added me as a friend and sent me a picture. The picture showed a man and woman kissing on a bench. The woman looked a bit like my wife, about 70-80% similar.

After sending the picture, the stranger logged off without saying anything.

I lit a cigarette, closed my eyes, and pondered for a while. I decided to trust my wife and deleted the photo.

After all, my wife and I have known each other since junior high school and have been married for almost six years. She wouldn't betray me.

After work, I took a two-hour bus ride home.

I'm usually very busy with work, and since my company is far from home, I usually live in the dormitory. I hadn't been home for over two months.

It was already 8:30 PM when I got home. I didn't tell my wife I was home; I wanted to surprise her.

However, when I opened the door, the living room was dark. My wife wasn't home.

The rice cooker was empty. Why hadn't she come back yet? I called her.

"Hey, honey, what brings you to call me?"

"Honey, when are you coming home? I'm home."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I knew I wouldn't have worked overtime. I won't be home until after 10."

"Oh, you're getting off work so late? Should I come pick you up?"

"No, no, oh dear, my boss is coming, I have to go."

The call ended. I was a little confused. It seems like my wife's company doesn't have overtime?

I thought about calling her colleague to ask if they were working overtime, but then wouldn't that make me distrust my wife?

Never mind, she'll be back soon anyway. I stretched and went to cook rice.

After adding water and rice to the rice cooker and starting to cook, I went to take a shower.

The shower water on the floor was rising higher and higher, almost up to my feet.

Something was probably clogging the drainpipe. I used my hand to clean it and pulled out some hair.

Suddenly, I grabbed something on the drainpipe—soft and tough, like a balloon.

When I pulled it all out, I found it was a condom!

I was stunned. Why would there be a condom hidden in the bathroom drain cover? Had my wife really cheated on me?

If so, it must have happened recently. I collapsed to the floor, clutching my head, as hot water poured over me.

Maybe it was yesterday, or maybe this morning. My wife came home with another man while I was out. They were probably kissing passionately by the shoe cabinet, and the man would definitely be using his tongue to tease her, while his hands would be inside her clothes, groping and squeezing her breasts. My

wife has big breasts, almost a D cup. I'm sure that after playing with her tongue, the man would be eager to suck on her breasts through her clothes, then unbutton her shirt and lick her large, white breasts, playing with her rosy nipples. My wife would be enjoying his oral skills, showing a very comfortable expression.

My wife is a clerk, and she always wears a black skirt and black stockings to work. When that man is licking my wife's large breasts, his right hand will definitely touch my wife's thigh, slowly moving towards the inside of her thigh, until he touches her sexy panties covered by the stockings.

At this point, he will definitely be attracted to my wife's wet vulva, kneel down, and bury his head in her skirt. My wife will happily pull up her skirt, watching this man's lewd behavior, perhaps making her vulva even wetter.

With my wife's tacit consent, this man will become bolder and more lewd. He will forcefully tear open my wife's black stockings with both hands, then gently pull down my wife's sexy wet panties. Perhaps he will first lick the curly black hair on the inside of her thighs and the urine-stained panties, making himself even more excited, and making my wife even more excited.

My wife's vulva is a little dark, but her moist vulva is incredibly alluring. That man will definitely lick my wife's thick labia, then suck on her clitoris, making her moan softly.

At this point, my wife will definitely be unable to resist this man's teasing, constantly slapping his body with her small hands, leaving slightly red handprints on his skin. But the more she hits him, the more excited he will become, immediately inserting his right index and middle fingers into my wife's vulva, making her body sway back and forth, finally making her vulva squirt.

My wife is enjoying it, she will become even more proactive, asking this man to insert his penis into her vulva, taking a condom from her bag or the man's pocket.

They must have undressed in the living room. The man carried my wife's naked body to the bathroom, where my wife would put a condom on his penis, and then they could have sex while showering… The hot water made my skin bright red. After regaining my senses, I left the bathroom. The house was quiet. Soon, I shook my head and threw the condom in the trash can.

My wife had said she would only ever have sex with me; she would never cheat, much less bring another man to our house for sex.

Around 10:40 PM, the door opened, and my wife, wearing a black skirt and white shirt, finally came home. She was even wearing makeup and perfume, looking incredibly alluring and beautiful. I was filled with desire and happily gave her a hug.

She asked if I was leaving tomorrow and coming back in a few months. I nodded and said yes. After all, I still had to raise children; if I didn't work hard now, our life would be miserable later.

When it was time to sleep, I couldn't resist having sex with my wife, but she wasn't interested, so we went to sleep after just one time.

In the middle of the night, I got up to pee and turned on the light to find my wife sleeping on her side, holding her phone. It seemed she had been using it before bed.

My wife hadn't liked using her phone before, and she had even said it emitted radiation and that she absolutely wouldn't allow it within three meters of her while sleeping. No wonder she was waiting for a message from someone!

I frowned slightly, quietly picked up her phone, and tried to unlock it, but I entered the wrong password. I knew her password, yet I had entered it wrong.

Clearly, she had changed it!

Why would she change her password? Could she really be cheating on me? Was she cuckolding me? Was she hiding something?

My heart was pounding. I felt lost and anxious. I didn't know how to handle this situation. Looking at my sleeping wife, my heart ached with sorrow.

Perhaps while I was asleep, her lover messaged her, asking when I was leaving.

No wonder my wife asked me when I was leaving as soon as she got home; she really had cheated on me!

I was furious and wanted to punch my wife awake, but I held back. It was all just my imagination; maybe I was overthinking things, maybe I was wrong. If my wife knew I suspected her, our family would be ruined.

I didn't sleep the rest of the night because I couldn't fall asleep.

Early the next morning, my wife got up, put on makeup, and dressed herself up beautifully before rushing off to work, without making me breakfast as usual. I opened my eyes and sighed.

Back at the company, I wasn't in the mood to work, so I kept making mistakes and got scolded by my boss several times. At lunchtime, I called my wife, but her phone was off. I finally got through after 3:30 pm.

I asked her why her phone was off, and she said it was out of battery and hung up quickly.

The next afternoon at 2 PM, I called my wife again. She answered after about fifty seconds.

Her voice came through the phone, but it was unusual; she mostly just responded with "uh-huh." After a few minutes, her breathing became rapid and louder, and I could faintly hear continuous slapping sounds.

When I tried to ask her what was happening, the call ended, and when I called back, her phone was off.

I immediately checked her phone's location online. To my surprise, the last coordinates showed her in a hotel. I knew that hotel well; it was a popular love hotel, requiring reservations several days in advance. My wife and I had been there before.

What happened?! How could my wife be in a place like that?

My body trembled slightly. I guessed that the man from the previous night had not only asked me when I was leaving, but had also told my wife about her reservation at the love hotel. And as soon as she heard about that exciting love hotel, her vagina became wet again.

Maybe behind my back, she'd slip her hand inside her panties, flirting with that guy while playing with her clitoris. That guy would definitely ask my wife how good I am, if my penis is as big as his.

My wife would definitely belittle me, telling him I'm impotent and my penis isn't as big as his.

That guy would be ecstatic, sending my wife a picture of his penis. My wife would turn to check if I was really asleep, then turn her back to me, masturbating while looking at that guy's penis. After orgasming, she'd take a picture of her wet vulva and the fluid on her fingers, sending it to that guy.

Now, thinking back, the reason my wife rushed out so early that morning after putting on makeup must have been because that guy messaged her, telling her to come find him early for a morning workout… The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I smashed my phone! I want to fuck those two scumbags to death!

But now I don't even know who the adulterer is, how am I supposed to catch them in the act? I had to get evidence; that way, I'd have a legitimate reason for the divorce, and my family, friends, and the court would all be on my side.

The only thing I could think of was installing a security camera at home to capture my wife's infidelity.

A few hours later, my wife called to say her phone was dead, which was why she ended the call. I said I didn't mind, but deep down I no longer believed her. I was determined to find evidence of her cheating.

A few days later, I asked my boss for leave, bought a miniature surveillance device, and sneaked home. But as soon as I entered, I smelled a strange odor in the air. Could it be the smell of another man's semen?

I never imagined my wife had actually brought another man home for sex! I frantically searched for the two of them; I was going to fight them to the death.

No one was in the bedroom, no one was in the kitchen, no one was in the bathroom. Now only the balcony remained. I went out to check.

The balcony was large, but no one was there either. I looked around and found my wife's lace panties in a flowerpot. I smelled them—sure enough, they had an odor!

My wife must have hooked up with a rich man, or maybe that rich man took a liking to her and kept getting close to her while I was working hard outside, using money to seduce her. My wife, feeling lonely and restless because I was often away from home, must have cheated on me.

They arranged to have sex at a love hotel, but I called unexpectedly. My wife wanted to hang up, not wanting me to disturb her pleasure, but that man immediately pinned her down and made her answer the phone while having sex. After haggling for over fifty seconds, my wife probably agreed, having sex with him while talking to me on the phone.

That man must have enjoyed seeing my wife's shy expression. He bit her large, white breasts, trying to force her to make lewd moans, but my wife was very tolerant and didn't let him succeed.

My sounds undoubtedly excited them even more, making them feel even more like they were having an affair. That man must have been very excited; he tried everything to make my wife give herself away. He shoved his big penis into my wife's mouth, making her only moan.

The man turned over and straddled my wife, licking her vagina and manipulating her anus, causing it to contract. They must have been having sex in 69 while listening to my voice.

The man tried to penetrate my wife, but this time not her vagina, but her anus. My wife was on the phone and couldn't stop him; perhaps she also wanted to experience anal penetration.

My wife's anus was tight, and the man's rapid thrusting made her increasingly excited. Even anal penetration brought her close to orgasm. At the final climax, she immediately turned off her phone, ending the call, and moaned with the man.

I was filled with hatred. My wife, I work so hard outside to earn money, no wonder you're so heartless?

Three hours later, after calming down, I installed a miniature surveillance camera in the house. I need solid evidence to get a divorce.

But from that day on, my wife never came home. She vanished into thin air, her phone was unreachable, and even her friends didn't know. Her boss told me that she had resigned five months ago after finalizing a deal with a major client.

A year passed, and my wife still hadn't returned. It felt like a dream, a real dream.

Until one day, when I opened my long-unused QQ account, a stranger who had added me as a friend sent me many pictures. The latest one showed five naked men lifting a naked woman from behind. The woman was covered in liquid, and her face was obscured, but her smile resembled my wife, who had been missing for over a year.

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