marital matters

Chapter 1 Adultery
Tang Chunfeng picked up his phone from the table and glanced at the time. It was already 6:10 PM. He quickly turned off the game sound and dialed his wife's number.
The phone rang four times before being answered. He heard his wife Zhao Qian's sweet voice on the other end: "Hello, husband." Tang Chunfeng asked suspiciously, "Wife, what are you doing?" "Still shopping with Xia Snow. I'm exhausted. We're about to go eat spicy hot pot. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll bring it back for you." Xia Snow's real name was Xia Ruoxue. Because her QQ nickname was "June Flying Snow*", her best friends called her Xia Snow or Snow.
"Oh, then come back early. Just bring me something." "Okay, I'll just bring something. I'm hanging up now." Zhao Qian said, quickly hanging up the phone because the man on top of her was deliberately increasing his speed, and she was afraid she would cry out.
Zhao Qian tossed her phone onto the bed and slapped the chest of the man pressing down on her, saying angrily, "You bad boy, you did it on purpose, didn't you?!" The man's name was Chen Jian, 29 years old, a year younger than Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian met him about half a year ago in a local pet group. They got to know each other well, and the group of about ten men and women had several get-togethers. Since Chen Jian owned a restaurant, the get-togethers were usually held at his restaurant. Over time, Zhao Qian and Chen Jian developed into lovers.
"Hehe, you found out." Chen Jian chuckled lewdly, then began to violently thrust into Zhao Qian's body, making "slap slap slap" sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
"Ahhhhhh..." Zhao Qian was immediately overwhelmed and groaned loudly.
"Honey, shall I call my mistress over for a threesome?" Chen Jian said, continuing his rapid thrusting while dialing a number.
"No!" Zhao Qian sat up and snatched the phone. She glanced at it; the number was already dialed, and a man's voice kept saying "hello, hello, hello" on the other end.
At that moment, Chen Jian increased the speed and force of his thrusts, making Zhao Qian moan softly. However, Zhao Qian eventually hung up and tossed Chen Jian's phone aside.
"Mistresses are really good at sex, don't you want to try?" Chen Jian tempted her maliciously.
"Oh, no, I don't like threesomes, you're enough for me," Zhao Qian replied, her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure.
"Darling, didn't you mention threesomes yourself last time? Why can't you do it for real?" Chen Jian said, his movements continuing.
"Ah...ah...I was just curious to ask if you've ever had a threesome, ah...ah...ah...it doesn't mean I want to have a threesome...ah...ahhhhhh..." Zhao Qian tried to suppress the waves of pleasure surging through her lower body while intermittently defending herself.
Chen Jian knew he had called a bit too soon. This slut had brought up the topic of threesomes with him last time they booked a hotel room. He wouldn't believe she really didn't want one, so he stopped bringing it up and instead used all his skills, both hands and mouth, to quickly bring Zhao Qian to the brink of ecstasy. She was moaning loudly and uncontrollably, writhing like a snake in response to his movements. Just as Chen
Jian felt the time was right and was about to pick up his phone again to dial his mistress's number, his phone rang at just the right moment.
Chen Jian grabbed his phone and glanced at it. Sure enough, it was his impatient mistress calling back. He looked at Zhao Qian beneath him, who was completely lost in the passion of sex. He immediately answered the phone and said, "Come over here." He hung up, then straddled Zhao Qian and whispered in her ear, "I've got the mistress coming." Without waiting for Zhao Qian's response, he launched into a final, intense thrust, and they both quickly reached orgasm.
Shortly after Chen Jian ejaculated, there was a knock on the hotel door. Chen Jian could clearly feel Zhao Qian's body tense up involuntarily. He gave her a comforting kiss on the lips and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid." Then he called out to the door, "Who is it?" "It's me," a man's voice replied from outside. Chen Jian immediately recognized it as his best friend, the mistress's voice. Damn, that mistress was really impatient; she came up in less than five minutes.
"Coming." Chen Jian said, withdrawing from Zhao Qian's body. The moment his glans withdrew from her tight vagina, it made a "pop" sound, like a champagne cork being popped.
At that moment, Zhao Qian secretly opened her eyes and glanced at Chen Jian, who had left her body, only to be caught red-handed by Chen Jian, who was looking at her with ill intent. Embarrassed and indignant, Zhao Qian quickly pulled the blanket over her face.
Hehe, a smug smile appeared on Chen Jian
's lips. The little slut's shy expression was really damn tempting. Chen Jian quickly got out of bed, excitedly going to open the door for his mistress, his buttocks bare.
Chapter Two: The First Threesome
Chen Jian opened the hotel room door a crack, and Xiao San immediately poked his head in, lewdly looking around. He quickly spotted Zhao Qian lying on the bed covered by the blanket, then grinned lewdly, winking at Chen Jian repeatedly. His meaning was clear; he was mouthing to Chen Jian, silently asking if Zhao Qian really agreed to a threesome.
"Damn, hurry up and come in, I'm not wearing any clothes," Chen Jian urged.
Xiao San and Chen Jian were childhood friends. His real name was Qiu Jian, but because he had two older sisters and was the third child in his family, his friends called him Xiao San. Gradually, many of his close friends didn't even know his real name.
Hearing his friend Chen Jian urging him, Xiao San immediately slipped into the room and greeted Zhao Qian on the bed in a fawning manner, "Hello, Sister Qian." He was also a member of the local pet group and had attended several gatherings, so Zhao Qian naturally recognized him. His greeting in this setting was rather inappropriate, so Zhao Qian ignored him, lying silently under the covers.
"What's wrong with Sister Qian?" Xiao San asked Chen Jian quietly, trying to make conversation, seeing that Zhao Qian wasn't responding.
"You talk too much. Zhao Qian is a little embarrassed. Hurry up and take a shower." Chen Jian said, closing the door and quickly walking back to the bed. He climbed into bed, snuggled under the covers, and pulled the stiff Zhao Qian into a tight embrace.
"Okay!" Xiao San immediately went into the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water could be heard.
Hearing the rushing water from the showerhead in the bathroom, Zhao Qian finally reached under the covers and pinched Chen Jian's waist hard.
Chen Jian silently endured the sharp pain in his waist, pulling Zhao Qian tighter in his arms and whispering in her ear, "Relax, don't be nervous." Then he kissed her earlobe and neck.
The mistress's shower lasted less than five minutes before she came out of the bathroom, drying herself with a towel. Zhao Qian, who had been gradually relaxing thanks to Chen Jian's kisses, tensed up involuntarily again.
This time, the mistress said nothing, climbed into bed, lay down on Zhao Qian's other side, and reached out to try and pull back the covers. Zhao Qian held onto the corner tightly, leaving the mistress somewhat bewildered.
Chen Jian had no choice but to help, lifting the blanket covering the two of them from below, revealing Zhao Qian's lower body. He then said to the mistress, "You go first. When you feel like ejaculating, hold back and pull out so I can take your turn." "Okay, okay." The mistress got up and, with trembling hands, tried to pry open Zhao Qian's legs. Perhaps due to an ostrich mentality, Zhao
Qian, with her head covered, offered only a token resistance before opening her legs. Although Zhao Qian had given birth once, it was via C-section, so her vagina was still very tight. Because Chen Jian had just vigorously fucked her, her pink vaginal opening was slightly open, with thick, milky-white semen hanging from the opening. The sheets beneath her were already soaked with her vaginal fluid.
The sight of Zhao Qian's alluring vulva captivated the mistress. Undoubtedly, her genitals were beautiful; her labia minora were small and symmetrical, their color only slightly darker than the surrounding skin. Looking further up, a small tuft of pubic hair at the mons pubis appeared meticulously groomed, forming a delicate inverted triangle. The mistress couldn't help but swallow hard.
He felt that compared to his wife, whose large labia minora were not only dark but also uneven in size, and whose pubic hair resembled a tangled mess, Zhao Qian's vulva was a stark contrast. His wife had never performed oral sex on him because her genitals disgusted him. This intense contrast made him yearn to kiss and suckle Zhao Qian's vulva. Thinking about it, he swallowed again.
Seeing that Xiao San hadn't made a move for a while, Zhao Qian's relaxed mood gradually tensed up again. Then, her vaginal opening began to contract involuntarily, looking like a small mouth breathing in and out. With each contraction, the remaining semen and vaginal fluid inside her vagina were slowly "spit out." When she felt the changes in her private parts, she finally tried to close her legs in shame and anger, but she was no match for Xiao San's strength and couldn't succeed.
Xiao San felt the resistance from Zhao Qian's hands and finally came to his senses. He quickly adjusted his position, and Zhao Qian, sensing that Xiao San was about to take further action, stopped struggling.
But the next moment, Zhao Qian immediately lost her composure because Xiao San buried his head in her crotch and began licking and sucking.
"Ah! No..." Zhao Qian finally spoke, struggling desperately, twisting her lower body to prevent Xiao San from continuing to suck her private parts.
Zhao Qian had been married for seven years. Even before marriage, she had long had sexual experience, having had sexual relations with more than ten different men. Apart from threesomes, there was almost nothing she hadn't tried between two men.
She thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of receiving oral sex, but only after she was completely clean. Right now, however, she had just been with Chen Jian, her vagina filled with his semen. Therefore, she instinctively resisted the other woman's attempts to give her oral sex.
But it was no use; the other woman's strength was too much for her to handle. Her legs were held firmly down by the other woman, who relentlessly licked and sucked, swallowing all the semen-mixed vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina.
"No...uh..." Zhao Qian couldn't break free and could only beg for mercy, but her mouth was immediately covered by Chen Jian's. This restrained pleasure made Zhao Qian involuntarily groan, but the groan was blocked in her throat, producing a series of rapid "uh-uh" sounds.
Just then, Xiao San stopped sucking and licking. He straightened his rough tongue and thrust it into her vagina, then slowly began to thrust in and out, gradually increasing the frequency of his tongue thrusts. His hot breath hit Zhao Qian's private parts in waves, and the scorching air made her body tremble uncontrollably.
Zhao Qian finally couldn't help but pull away from Chen Jian's big mouth. Her chest heaved violently, and she gasped for breath through her mouth and nose, involuntarily groaning loudly.
"Mmm...oh...ah...oh...no...oh...no...ah...ah..." Zhao Qian had long since thrown all shame to the winds. She felt as if countless tiny insects were crawling over her deep vagina, in a place where the other man's tongue couldn't reach, causing an unbearable itch. She twisted her lower body in discomfort, trying to relieve the thirst deep within her vagina.
But the more she struggled, the thirstier she became. If it weren't for the fact that this was her first time with the other man, she would definitely have begged to be fucked and joined in. But since she wasn't that familiar with him yet, even though she wasn't exactly a lady, she was too embarrassed to speak up. So she increased the volume of her moans to entice the other man to quickly mount her.
"Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhhh..." Watching Zhao Qian in his arms moan and writhe in ecstasy as the mistress made her, Chen Jian felt a pang of jealousy. Although Zhao Qian wasn't his wife, and he only treated her as a fling, and although the mistress was his best friend, he was inexplicably consumed by jealousy. Finally, the mistress, aroused
by Zhao Qian's seductive moans, couldn't help but lift herself up, move closer to Zhao Qian, and thrust her hard, iron-like penis into her overflowing vagina with a "plop." Chapter 3:
Penis Ring (Part 1)
"Oh--" Zhao Qian couldn't help but gasp in pleasure, her vagina contracting excitedly.
The mistress finally understood what the "perfect woman" Chen Jian had described meant. She had initially thought Chen Jian was just boasting, but now that she was actually inside Zhao Qian, she truly understood the meaning of Chen Jian's words, "She's the best woman I've ever slept with."
Zhao Qian's private parts were not only beautiful in appearance, but her vagina was also tight and shallow. The mistress knew his penis wasn't long; he was in his most excited state, but it was at most eleven or twelve centimeters long. Even with such a short penis, he felt it had already touched the cervix when it was only halfway in. As he thrust all the way in, opening the cervix, he felt an amazing elasticity, and with each thrust, Zhao Qian's vaginal walls tightly gripped his penis, twitching and writhing as if a thousand tiny mouths were sucking on it.
The third man couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't even thrust a few times before the urge to ejaculate struck him, so he stopped. He gently pulled back the blanket covering Zhao Qian's upper body, then bent down and took her left breast into his mouth. He needed to calm himself down; otherwise, he'd feel incredibly embarrassed to say to Chen Jian in front of Zhao Qian, "I can't hold back anymore, come on!"
Zhao Qian was also very experienced in sex. The third man on top of her had only thrust a few times before stopping. Although he was using the act of sucking her breast to ease the awkwardness, the quick-witted Zhao Qian knew perfectly well that he was trying to control his ejaculation. So, she couldn't help but smile slightly. The fact that she could make a man want to ejaculate so quickly was a testament to her charm, and she was naturally very happy.
Zhao Qian's head had been covered by the blanket, but now the other woman had pulled it off. Realizing what was happening, she instinctively turned to peek at Chen Jian beside her. She found him staring at her with a complicated expression. In his eyes, Zhao Qian saw a hint of jealousy, but also excitement—yes, excitement. He seemed thrilled to see her being fucked by his friend's mistress.
"You bastard," Zhao Qian muttered, her cheeks burning. She gave Chen Jian a flirtatious look.
"Hehe." Chen Jian chuckled lewdly, leaning down to kiss Zhao Qian's alluring cherry lips. He only released her when Zhao Qian began to struggle, unable to breathe, and continued, "Relax a bit, don't be shy. Xiao San is my best friend. As the saying goes, you don't stand on ceremony with your friend's wife, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Zhao Qian slapped Chen Jian's arm, then pinched it hard, feeling unsatisfied, and muttered under her breath, "Hmph, so generous with other people's money. I'm not your wife. If you're really that good to Xiao San, bring her home tonight and let him play with your wife." As soon as Zhao Qian finished speaking, she clearly felt the penis inside her twitch a few times, and then felt the burning heat deep inside her vagina.
Unexpectedly, his words caused the mistress, who had been trying so hard to restrain herself, to lose all her composure and ejaculate inside her. Needless to say, it was because of his words that the mistress couldn't hold back her ejaculation. She had never met Chen Jian's wife, but at this moment, she couldn't help but compare herself to Chen Jian's wife, and then she couldn't help but feel a little jealous. It seemed that the mistress also had improper thoughts about Chen Jian's wife, otherwise, how could she... Knowing that he had already ejaculated, the mistress decided to let loose and start thrusting. He could only hope that Zhao Qian didn't notice that he had ejaculated, but little did he know that at the moment he ejaculated, Zhao Qian had already sensed that he had ejaculated from the burning temperature.
However, Zhao Qian still considered the other man's feelings and moaned as he thrust rapidly, her lower body actively responding to his movements. But the other man couldn't even last a minute; the refractory period followed, and his limp penis slid out of Zhao Qian's vagina.
Since he was already soft, the other man simply got off Zhao Qian and said to Chen Jian, who was sucking on Zhao Qian's right breast, "You come." He then lay down on Zhao Qian's left side, grasping her not-so-large but firm breast with one hand, and leaned down to kiss her lips. Seeing that
the other man had moved aside, Chen Jian didn't stand on ceremony and got up to lie on top of Zhao Qian. He was already erect again, and he held his penis, which had grown crooked due to his bad masturbation habits, and inserted it into Zhao Qian's slightly open vagina.
Chapter Four: The Wheel of Time (Part Two)
Because he had just ejaculated, Xiao San lasted about ten minutes this time, until he felt Zhao Qian beneath him become extremely aroused again, sensing she was about to reach another climax. Only then did Xiao San launch his final thrust, and after both of them climaxed, they calmed down.
Xiao San was the kind of man who was mediocre in appearance, talent, and career. Even comparing the size of his penis and his sexual ability, he wasn't outstanding. In terms of wealth, he was inferior to Chen Jian, and in terms of appearance, he was inferior to Zhao Qian's husband, Tang Chunfeng. Of course, both Xiao San and Chen Jian knew Tang Chunfeng, but they had met Zhao Qian first, and then through her at a group of friends' birthday dinner.
Therefore, Xiao San could only win the favor of Zhao Qian, whom he considered a goddess, through more subtle details during sex. For example, he had given her oral sex twice before, and he had carefully observed her lower body pain and used gentle thrusting movements. And now, after the climax, he had shown tenderness and praise through kisses, caresses, and hugs.
"Sister Qian, making love with you feels so wonderful, oh my god, how can it be so comfortable? Am I dreaming?" The mistress hugged Zhao Qian tightly, gently kissing her delicate neck and earlobe while whispering in her ear.
Zhao Qian's appearance could only be described as petite and pretty. She was less than 1.6 meters tall, slightly thin, and her B-cup breasts were obviously not considered large. Her buttocks were not particularly perky either. Moreover, she had already given birth to a child. Although her breasts were still firm, her nipples and areolas were larger and darker in color than those of a young girl, lacking the aesthetic appeal of a young girl's nipples.
However, this very young woman somehow manages to arouse the desire to conquer in the vast majority of men. On one hand, it might be because her petite and adorable figure evokes a protective instinct in men; on the other hand, it's because she possesses a pair of expressive, alluring eyes and cherry-like lips that make men want to kiss her. Furthermore, her everyday attire and demeanor project the image of a dignified and elegant young woman—the very type that attracts many suitors. To put it simply, she has a very "masculine" appeal. It's no exaggeration to say that most normal men, after just one glance, would feel an irresistible urge to pin her down and have sex with her.
In fact, since their first group gathering six months ago, Chen Jian had told his mistress that Zhao Qian was very much to his liking and that he absolutely had to win her over. Of course, his mistress felt the same way, but she was aware of her limitations.
When Chen Jian boasted to him after successfully winning over Zhao Qian, he felt extremely uncomfortable. However, when he had dinner with Chen Jian yesterday, Chen Jian casually mentioned that he was going on a date with Zhao Qian today and would invite him over for a threesome if the opportunity arose, so that he could also experience Zhao Qian's wonderful taste.
The young man kept saying, "Don't be ridiculous, how could that be?" but secretly he was looking forward to it. He was so excited when he got home last night that he didn't fall asleep until late. Then came the anxious wait today. He was burning with impatience, but he was too embarrassed to call and ask. After all, he didn't know if Chen Jian was serious or just saying it casually yesterday. This afternoon, Chen Jian called him with his hotel room number and told him that if he could persuade Zhao Qian to agree to a threesome, he would call him over. Of course, if she didn't agree, he wouldn't call. Then tonight, when he finally got Chen Jian's call, his heart started pounding. But when the call connected, the other person didn't say anything. He vaguely heard Zhao Qian moaning on the phone, and then the call was disconnected.
Xiao San suddenly became anxious and uncertain. After waiting for several minutes without Chen Jian calling him again, he finally couldn't resist and called back. He had almost given up hope, but to his surprise, Chen Jian told him on the phone, "Come over." In those few minutes, Xiao San's emotions were like a rollercoaster ride. He immediately rushed to the hotel room as fast as he could.
Even now, Xiao San had ejaculated inside Zhao Qian twice and was currently on top of her, holding her tightly in his arms, but he still felt a sense of unreality.
Zhao Qian was being held tightly in the arms of her lover, and she could sense that he was satisfied with her and liked her. Her heart was warm, and she couldn't help but think that a threesome was actually quite nice. Although she was nervous, embarrassed, and even ashamed at first, this unethical sexual practice brought her great sensory stimulation. Soon, she lost all sense of shame as she was being fucked by the still somewhat unfamiliar lover, leaving her with nothing but excitement and stimulation. In this extremely exciting sex, which felt like being gang-raped, she was brought to orgasm several times by the two of them that night.
Just then, Zhao Qian's phone rang again. She immediately snapped out of her blissful reverie, grabbed the phone, and saw it was her husband calling. She quickly said, "Shh, don't make a sound, it's my husband." She answered, her voice slightly rapid due to guilt, "Hello, honey, I'll be home soon. I was planning to bring you a pizza; I'm waiting in line at Pizza Hut now." After hanging up, the excitement, satisfaction, and stimulation from her orgasm were instantly replaced by guilt for betraying her husband. Her mood plummeted within seconds. Zhao
Qian gently pushed away the mistress still on top of her, then forced a relaxed tone, saying, "My husband's urging me to go home." The mistress, who was starting to get aroused again, had intended to continue, but sensing Zhao Qian's low spirits, she knew she was upset. So, she comforted her by holding her tightly for a few seconds before silently releasing her and withdrawing from her.
Chapter Six: Best Friends Who Talk About Everything.
After waving goodbye to Xia Ruoxue, Zhao Qian entered the elevator, went up to the third floor, and knocked on her own security door.
"Honey, open the door."
Having learned from the phone call that Zhao Qian was near Qingshui Lake Park, Tang Chunfeng had already quit his game. Because Zhao Qian disliked him playing games, he could only play secretly when she wasn't home or was asleep.
Hearing the knock, Tang Chunfeng immediately got up and left the bedroom to open the door for Zhao Qian. As soon as the door opened, he heard Zhao Qian say, "Honey, have you been secretly playing games while I'm not home?" "No, I uninstalled it a long time ago," Tang Chunfeng replied casually.
"Oh, really not?" Zhao Qian lightly pecked Tang Chunfeng on the lips, afraid he would smell another man on her, so she quickly stuffed her bag and pizza into his hands before continuing, "Eat it while it's hot, you're exhausted from shopping and all sweaty. I'm going to take a shower first." She then went into the bedroom and took out her underwear from the closet. At this moment, Tang Chunfeng put down what he was holding, then hugged Zhao Qian from behind and kissed her neck.
"Hey, stop it," Zhao Qian tried to break free from his embrace.
From the moment Zhao Qian abruptly hung up after saying only one sentence during their first phone call that evening, Tang Chunfeng had already begun to suspect her. The reason was that they had a couples' plan, so they usually didn't hang up so quickly during calls. For a suspicious person, any unusual clue would lead them to endlessly extrapolate the worst possible scenarios. Tang Chunfeng increasingly felt that Zhao Qian might be having an affair when she answered the phone. Tormented by this terrifying association for nearly half an hour, Tang Chunfeng finally couldn't resist making another call. This call was unusually quiet, unlike the noisy environment Zhao Qian had described in the Pizza Hut lobby. And again, the call ended abruptly after only a few words. It wasn't until the third call, when he heard Xia Ruoxue's teasing voice, that Tang Chunfeng finally realized he might have misunderstood his wife, but a seed of doubt remained planted in his heart.
Tang Chunfeng sniffed Zhao Qian and then said, "Why do you smell of smoke?" Actually, Tang Chunfeng wanted to smell the shower gel on Zhao Qian. The scent of shower gel is definitely stronger after a shower, and different brands will have different scents. However, Tang Chunfeng couldn't smell any shower gel on Zhao Qian, so he said this on purpose to trick her.
Zhao Qian finally broke free from Tang Chunfeng's embrace, her heart pounding wildly. She was terrified that Tang Chunfeng had just smelled another man's saliva on her neck. After all, Chen Jian and his mistress had been licking and kissing her neck so quickly.
However, since Tang Chunfeng had just mentioned the smell of smoke, he probably hadn't smelled it. He was definitely trying to trick her. So, Zhao Qian forced herself to remain calm, raised her arm, sniffed it, and then said, "No way!" She pinched Tang Chunfeng's arm, feigning anger, and said, "How can a grown man be so suspicious? You don't want to go shopping with me. Fine, from now on, you have to go shopping with me on weekends, so you won't always be so paranoid!" With that, Zhao Qian turned to walk towards the bathroom, but Tang Chunfeng suddenly picked her up and pushed her onto the bed.
"Ouch, what are you doing!" Zhao Qian cried out in panic.
Zhao Qian was immediately unsettled. Just half an hour ago, she had made love with two men. She had rushed home without even showering to avoid arousing Tang Chunfeng's suspicion. Now, if Tang Chunfeng ripped off her clothes, she would be absolutely exposed. She knew without a doubt that there would be a large stain of semen on her underwear, and after such intense sex, the smell of her genitals would be stronger than usual, along with a strong odor of semen. If Tang Chunfeng removed her pants and underwear, he would definitely smell these odors. Even if only her upper body was removed, there would likely be some traces of their recent lovemaking.
Chapter Eight: Suspicion is a Disease
"Hey, honey, what are you doing!" Zhao Qian quickly tried to push Tang Chunfeng away.
Tang Chunfeng remained unmoved, continuing to kiss and kiss her, trying to undress her.
"Honey, stop fooling around." Zhao Qian grabbed Tang Chunfeng's hand, preventing him from taking off her clothes, and then asked, "By the way, where's Xiaolu? Hasn't she come back yet?" "She called me this evening and said there's a company dinner tonight, so she'll be back late." Tang Chunfeng shook off Zhao Qian's hand and continued to undress her.
"Why didn't that brat call me but called you instead?" Zhao Qian continued to hold Tang Chunfeng's hand, speaking casually, but inwardly she was starting to panic, wondering how she could escape this predicament.
Xiaolu's real name was Zhao Lu, and she was Zhao Qian's niece. She was the granddaughter of Zhao Lu's uncle's family. Zhao Qian's father had five brothers, and the eldest brother was more than ten years older than the youngest. As for the next generation, Zhao Qian and her eldest cousin were more than twenty years apart in age, so Zhao Qian was only nine years older than her niece Zhao Lu.
Zhao Lu is a senior at Shanghai International Studies University. She has already left school and is currently interning at a company in Nanjing. Her uncle's family lives in Liuhe, Jiangbei, and rent in Nanjing is quite expensive. Since Zhao Qian's family has a three-bedroom apartment with spare rooms, Zhao Lu chose to intern in Nanjing mainly because she could stay at her aunt's house.
"How should I know? Maybe your phone was too busy and she couldn't get through, so she called me instead." Tang Chunfeng noticed that Zhao Qian was holding his hand and preventing him from undressing her, so he stopped what he was doing and leaned down to kiss her, trying to use a roundabout strategy.
After a brief kiss, Zhao Qian turned her head away from Tang Chunfeng's mouth and continued, "Nonsense, my phone is never busy. Humph, you're not allowed to have any designs on Xiaolu, or I'll make you regret it." "How could I? Don't talk nonsense. She's your niece, a generation younger than you." Tang Chunfeng's heart warmed at Zhao Qian's words. Zhao Lu was pure and sweet-looking, young and full of vitality. Any man would be tempted to have fantasies, especially since they were living under the same roof. In the two months since Zhao Lu moved in, every time he made love with Zhao Qian, he would close his eyes and try to imagine Zhao Qian beneath him as Zhao Lu.
Thinking of Zhao Lu, Tang Chunfeng began to kiss Zhao Qian's slender neck passionately, his large hands roaming over her body.
"Stop fooling around, let me take a shower first, then we'll do it, okay?" Tang Chunfeng was acting very strangely tonight, and Zhao Qian had a bad feeling. She increasingly felt that she might have given herself away, making Tang Chunfeng suspicious.
"It's the same whether you shower after you're done." Tang Chunfeng said impatiently, then got up and sat on top of Zhao Qian, ruthlessly trying to take off her top.
"Tang Chunfeng, this is going too far! What do you mean?" Zhao Qian desperately grabbed her clothes to stop Tang Chunfeng from taking them off.
With Zhao Qian's strong resistance, unless he used force, Tang Chunfeng really couldn't easily take off her clothes.
"Wife, what's wrong with you today?" Tang Chunfeng stopped what he was doing, staring into Zhao Qian's eyes and asked.
"What? What did I do wrong? What do you mean? I just went shopping with Xia Snow, and you're acting like this when we get back? You're always so suspicious, you don't even have the most basic trust between husband and wife. You just want to check if I've been cheating on you, don't you? Fine, then take your clothes off. Tang Chunfeng, listen to me, if you don't find anything after you've checked, we're getting a divorce tomorrow!!" Zhao Qian stared angrily into Tang Chunfeng's eyes, speaking loudly, and then tears streamed down her face.
At this point, Tang Chunfeng was in a dilemma. His suspicions were growing stronger, but he really couldn't continue to undress Zhao Qian, because she had already said so much. If he continued to undress her, wouldn't that be a clear sign of distrust?
Tang Chunfeng quickly reached out to wipe Zhao Qian's tears, saying, "Wife, don't cry, it's not what you think." Zhao Qian turned her head to the side and slapped Tang Chunfeng's hand away.
Tang Chunfeng continued to lean down and press himself against Zhao Qian, then kissed the tear stains on her face. Zhao Qian lay there motionless, neither resisting nor responding.
Finally, Tang Chunfeng didn't dare to continue undressing Zhao Qian. He got up reluctantly, pulled Zhao Qian to sit up, and said, "Wife, don't be angry. Go take a shower." "What? Don't you want to check? Aren't you afraid I'll cheat on you?" Zhao Qian said angrily.
"Of course not," Tang Chunfeng said with an embarrassed smile.
Zhao Qian got out of bed angrily, pushed Tang Chunfeng aside, and walked towards the bathroom. A few seconds later, Tang Chunfeng heard the bathroom door slam shut with a loud "bang."
The seed of doubt in Tang Chunfeng's heart had sprouted and was growing wildly in his mind. He slumped onto the edge of the bed, pondered for a few minutes, then immediately got up, opened Zhao Qian's bag, and took out her phone. He checked her text messages, call logs, QQ chat history, and the phone's photo album—everything he suspected. But in the end, he found nothing. However, this cleanliness, leaving no trace, only increased his suspicion, because all of this suggested that Zhao Qian had likely deleted some content she didn't want him to see.
Tang Chunfeng sat down at his computer, opened the 10086 website, entered Zhao Qian's mobile number, clicked "Get SMS Password," and logged into the mobile company's user backend to check call and SMS records. Sure enough, he found that she had been frequently contacting a number for the past six months, sometimes calling more than 30 times a day, and sending hundreds of SMS
messages each month. Tang Chunfeng felt the number looked familiar, so he entered it into Zhao Qian's phone. However, the number wasn't saved in her contacts. He then took out his own phone and entered the number, and sure enough, it was in his address book.
The number belonged to Chen Jian, whom Zhao Qian had met six months ago through a pet group. Besides liking dogs, Chen Jian also enjoyed hunting, and Tang Chunfeng was also a hunting enthusiast. After accompanying Zhao Qian to a group member's birthday party, Tang Chunfeng met Chen Jian and several other hunting enthusiasts. Over the past few months, they had gone night-hunting together more than ten times and had become fairly close friends.
At that moment, Tang Chunfeng felt a piercing pain in his heart. He felt empty inside, as if he couldn't breathe. He wasn't stupid; his wife and Chen Jian were in such frequent contact that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe there wasn't something going on between them.
Tang Chunfeng painfully deleted the two 10086 SMS verification codes he had just received on Zhao Qian's phone. He silently closed the webpage, cleared the cache, and put Zhao Qian's phone back in her bag. Then, he lay down on the bed, his spirits low, tears welling up in his eyes.
He couldn't help but doubt the things Zhao Qian had said to him before, such as that he was the second man in her life, and that she and her first boyfriend had been together for less than six months and had only had sex a handful of times.
After so many years of marriage, as the passion faded, he often brought up threesomes with Zhao Qian during sex. He genuinely wanted to include her in these activities. Zhao Qian repeatedly refused. On one hand, he felt Zhao Qian was a good wife with her principles; on the other hand, the better she was, the more determined he became to include her in threesomes. He could accept having his friends or complete strangers have sex with his wife in front of him. Chen Jian had even appeared on his proposed threesome list, but Zhao Qian always refused without hesitation. Yet, behind his back, she betrayed him without mercy.
Tang Chunfeng could accept having his wife participate in threesomes, but that didn't mean he could accept her betrayal. Including her in threesomes might seem absurd, but it was also quite reasonable. Because when a man has his wife involved in a threesome, he is the one in the know, the one in control. He might even derive an unusually strong, distorted pleasure from watching other men have sex with his wife in front of him.
Half an hour later, Tang Chunfeng only snapped out of his daze when he heard the sound of the living room security door opening and closing. He quickly wiped away the tears on his face, and then heard Zhao Lu's sweet voice coming from the bedroom doorway: "Uncle, where's my aunt?" "She's taking a shower." Tang Chunfeng was worried that Zhao Lu would see that he had just shed tears, so he stretched out his left hand, closed his eyes, and placed the back of his hand above his eyes.
"Oh." Zhao Lu responded, then tiptoed into the bedroom and stood by the bed, staring at Tang Chunfeng's handsome and mature face.
Tang Chunfeng vaguely felt someone standing next to him watching him, so he removed his hand, opened his eyes, and looked towards the bedside. Suddenly, a piece of cream cake was enlarged in front of him and then slapped all over his face, followed by Zhao Lu's cheerful laughter.
Ever since his beautiful little niece became familiar with him, she seemed to always want to be close to him. However, due to their seniority and kinship, Tang Chunfeng only dared to fantasize about her in his mind while making love with his wife, and never dared to actually do anything to her. At this moment, because of his wife's betrayal, he suddenly felt an urge for revenge. So, taking advantage of this playful opportunity, he grabbed Zhao Lu, flipped her over, and pinned her to the bed.
Instantly, Zhao Lu's cheerful laughter stopped abruptly. She was somewhat at a loss, and Tang Chunfeng was also momentarily stunned. This was the first time in the past two months that he had such an inappropriate intimate contact with his little niece.
A dozen seconds later, Tang Chunfeng saw Zhao Lu's delicate cheeks slowly turn red, but she did not struggle. So Tang Chunfeng lowered his head and kissed Zhao Lu's alluring lips. The moment their lips touched, Zhao Lu finally came to her senses. She forcefully pushed away her uncle-in-law who was pressing down on her, then got up without a word and hurriedly fled the bedroom.
Chapter Nine: Each with Their
Own Thoughts Under normal circumstances, if it weren't for the recent discovery of his wife's betrayal, Tang Chunfeng wouldn't have dared to do something as reckless as pinning his wife's niece, Zhao Lu, to the bed. Even if Zhao Lu had been playful
first, pinning her down and kissing her would have gone far beyond mere playfulness. However, judging from Zhao Lu's reaction, Tang Chunfeng felt he had a chance. The deep heartache he felt after discovering his wife's betrayal vanished instantly, replaced by a burning desire. He secretly decided that tonight, after that bitch Zhao Qian fell asleep, he would sneak out of bed and slip into Zhao Lu's room. He even felt that Zhao Lu would definitely leave the door open for him.
While Tang Chunfeng lay in bed, dreaming of tonight fulfilling his fantasy of the past two months, pinning down his object of lust and indulging in unrestrained desire, Zhao Lu was also lying in her own bed, her heart pounding wildly.
Zhao Lu is 21 years old. She's beautiful and naturally has no shortage of suitors. Although she's tried her best to protect her virginity, she lost it during the summer after graduating high school. She's also had two relationships during college, so the contact she just experienced wasn't really anything special. The problem is, the person on top of her was her uncle, the mature, steady, and handsome man she had a strong liking for. So, when she was pinned down by him, she was completely stunned. Only now, thinking back, does she feel a strange excitement, to the point that her cheeks are still burning and her heart is pounding.
However, Zhao Lu is quickly overwhelmed by deep guilt. She deeply blames herself for having such feelings. Her aunt has always been so good to her; she can't possibly do anything to betray her. But how will she face her uncle afterward? While showering,
Zhao
Qian hand-washed her underwear, obviously because of a large semen stain. In the bathroom, Zhao Qian pondered how she had given herself away. She quickly guessed what had aroused her husband's suspicion: it was the phone call he received while she was having sex with Chen Jian that night. Because that scoundrel Chen Jian had deliberately sped up his thrusting, she was worried she would cry out. Even if she managed to hold back, she worried her husband would hear her heavy breathing, which was why she hung up so quickly. She figured that call was probably what made him suspicious.
Now that she understood why her husband was suspicious, she needed to think of a solution. Otherwise, if he questioned her about why she hung up so quickly, any hasty answers would leave clues if he was watching closely.
Zhao Qian's head throbbed at the thought of her reluctance to have sex with her husband earlier. Her behavior had undoubtedly made him even more suspicious. What should she do? It seems she should break up with Chen Jian. Besides, it's not just an affair with him anymore; today it even escalated into a threesome. Besides Chen Jian, there's now a third party. She doesn't know much about this third party, or what kind of person he is, but based on what she saw today, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who's reckless or clingy.
Sigh, Zhao Qian became increasingly frightened. If things continued like this, even if she got away with it this time, she'd be discovered sooner or later. And after today, her already suspicious husband would definitely be even more vigilant in secretly monitoring her every move.
Then, Zhao Qian felt that even hand-washing her underwear was a factor that made her husband suspicious, because she usually just threw them in the washing machine after taking them off, and then machine-washed them when she had a certain amount.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qian quickly took the underwear bag out of the washing machine, unzipped it, and stuffed in the hand-washed underwear. Then she put in the jeans she had only worn for a day and wasn't planning to wash. However, a bra, a pair of underwear, a chiffon blouse, and a pair of jeans were still a bit too few. If her husband found only a few clothes in the washing machine when he took a shower, he might get suspicious, since it was a 6-kilogram capacity washing machine. To avoid arousing her husband's suspicion, Zhao Qian decided to secretly take a few more clothes that were drying on the living room balcony after she finished showering and put them in the washing machine to wash together.
After finally finishing her shower and stuffing a few clean clothes into the washing machine, Zhao Qian started it. Then she went to her niece Zhao Lu's room. She had heard Zhao Lu's voice while showering, knowing she was back. Zhao Qian knocked and tried the doorknob, only to find it locked from the inside. She asked, "Xiao Lu, are you asleep?" "Mmm," came Zhao Lu's voice from inside.
"Oh, have you had dinner? Did you drink any alcohol? Are you full?" Zhao Qian asked with concern.
"Yes, I ate. I had a drink."
Seeing that Zhao Lu didn't intend to open the door, Zhao Qian said, "Oh, then you should go to sleep early." She then went back to the master bedroom where she and her husband slept. She secretly glanced at her husband lying on the bed and saw that he was lying with his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought. She wondered what he was thinking about.
Chapter Ten: No More Pity
, Playing the Act Completely. Zhao Qian had acted very angry before taking a shower, and naturally, she couldn't give Tang Chunfeng a pleasant look now. So, she deliberately kept a straight face, moved the bedside computer desk from the floor to the bed, and then leaned against the headboard to watch a downloaded movie.
About half an hour later, Tang Chunfeng finally got out of bed. He pressed the spacebar on Zhao Qian's laptop to pause the playback and then moved the desk off the bed.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Qian said, feigning anger.
Tang Chunfeng's thoughts were simple. On one hand, he hadn't had sex for over a week, and he was worried that if he sneaked into his niece Zhao Lu's room at night, full of vigor and ready to go, he might end up in an embarrassing situation of "lasting only three seconds." This was entirely possible, so he planned to have sex with Zhao Qian first. That way, when he got to Zhao Lu's bed at night, he wouldn't ejaculate so quickly. As for whether he would have trouble getting an erection, he didn't need to worry about that at all. After all, Zhao Lu was the object of his fantasies, the object of his longing. He figured that even before he got to her bed, just standing by her bedside imagining the scene of pinning her down and riding her freely would be enough to give him an instant erection.
On the other hand, just like children who are tired of a toy but don't want other children to play with it, they usually pretend to really like the toy to avoid letting other children play with it. Tang Chunfeng was in this state of mind. He had long lost interest in Zhao Qian sexually, rarely even making love to her once a week. Now, because his wife had been coveted and slept with by another man, he inevitably felt a surge of territoriality and possessiveness. Influenced by this, even though he hated Zhao Qian intensely, he was strangely aroused by her.
Ignoring Zhao Qian's feigned anger, Tang Chunfeng simply pressed himself against her, making his intentions clear through his actions.
Zhao Qian offered a token resistance for a moment, then pretended to be angry and said, "No, go take a shower first, or don't touch me." Tang Chunfeng remained silent. Two minutes later, Zhao Qian's pajamas and underwear were removed, and Tang Chunfeng stripped himself naked as well, then proceeded to penetrate her without any foreplay.
Zhao Qian had anticipated various possibilities while showering, so she handled the situation calmly. She cried out in pain, knowing that if she didn't, her husband might become even more suspicious.
The thought of Zhao Qian being pinned down and fucked by Chen Jian just an hour or two ago, moaning and groaning, sent a stabbing pain through Tang Chunfeng's heart.
He couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Damn it, you bitch, I wanted to have a threesome with you, and you kept refusing like a saint, but you were cheating on me with other men.
" Growing angrier, Tang Chunfeng showed no mercy as he relentlessly pounded into Zhao Qian, the sounds of their bodies colliding loudly. Before, if he thrust too hard or too deep, Zhao Qian would cry out in pain and beg him to go easy, and he would obediently comply. Today, however, he wasn't going to care about her feelings anymore.
Zhao Qian's vaginal opening was burning with pain from Tang Chunfeng's rapid thrusting. His penis, being longer than others, repeatedly slammed against her cervix, causing a dull ache in her lower abdomen. She dared not show it, desperately recalling past instances of her husband's arousal. She endured the pain, pleading as usual, "Husband, be gentle, you're hurting me!" Although she sensed her husband's unusual mood today, she didn't know how to react. She had just done something wrong, and his behavior seemed to indicate he might have some solid evidence. Zhao Qian began to worry, fearing he would confess after ejaculating. If she had to choose between her husband and Chen Jian, she would undoubtedly choose her husband; she firmly believed she still deeply loved him.
"Ahhhhhh..." Zhao Qian didn't dare to keep screaming in pain. Since her niece moved in, she had even consciously suppressed her moans during sex. But today, she started screaming loudly without restraint, hoping it would effectively relieve the pain. She also hoped that her unrestrained moans would help her husband ejaculate sooner.
The master bedroom door wasn't closed, and with Zhao Qian's loud moans, Zhao Lu, who was lying in bed next door unable to sleep, naturally heard her aunt's sounds. Her face flushed, and she couldn't help but recall the scene of her uncle pinning her down tonight, that fleeting kiss. Zhao Lu involuntarily reached up and touched her lips.
Zhao Lu was conflicted. What should she do? Should she move out? But where would she live if she moved out? But if she didn't move out, what would she do if her uncle did that to her again? Moreover, given his performance today, his uncle-in-law must already think he's eager for something to happen between them. In fact, if it weren't for his aunt's relationship, he would have been willing to have something with her.
Amidst Zhao Qian's unrestrained moans, Tang Chunfeng indeed didn't last long. From penetration to ejaculation, it was at most two minutes before he shamefully came. Then he lay on top of Zhao Qian, not wanting to move at all. His first thought was that Zhao Lu next door must have heard Zhao Qian's moans, right? Would she be ashamed that he'd ejaculated so quickly?
Next, Tang Chunfeng thought of taking revenge on Zhao Qian severely, and then kicking her away afterward. As for the means of revenge, besides sleeping with her little niece, he also wanted to sleep with her best friends, especially Xia Ruoxue. She definitely knew, but she had covered for Zhao Qian, so he wanted to find an opportunity to sleep with her too. Not only himself, but he also wanted to find a way to get his friends to sleep with her as well. Well, first of all, of course, was his cousin—keeping the good stuff in the family!
However, to sleep with Xia Ruoxue, he needed the right opportunity. But before that, he could have his cousin come over and sleep with that bitch Zhao Qian. Didn't she like being fucked by others? Since she openly refused, he could have his cousin secretly fuck her!
And then there was Chen Jian, who was going to sleep with his wife, and that mistress and Qiu Jian. They must have known about it too. And several times during night hunts, it was that mistress and Qiu Jian who invited him, but not Chen Jian. Now that he thought about it, the reason they invited him to night hunts was probably to create an opportunity for Chen Jian so that he could date that bitch Zhao Qian without any scruples. Damn it, she's so fucking despicable. Just thinking about how that bitch Zhao Qian colluded with outsiders to keep him in the dark made Tang Chunfeng's heart burn with raging anger, but he could only suppress it at the moment because it wasn't time to explode yet.
Zhao Qian was filled with anxiety and inner turmoil. She feared her husband would confront her, but she never imagined he was plotting a terrible revenge.
"You're suffocating me," Zhao Qian finally blurted out.
Tang Chunfeng remained silent, simply withdrawing his limp penis from Zhao Qian's body before turning to lie on his side beside her.
After a long while, Zhao Qian turned to look at her husband, tears streaming down her face. She wasn't stupid; her husband's behavior today meant he must have some evidence. Was he... heartbroken and devastated?
After another long pause, Zhao Qian finally wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, then leaned against her husband's back, hugging him and pressing her face against his broad back.
Her fear of being pushed away didn't materialize, but she didn't dare ask, "Honey, what's wrong?" because she feared that such a question would be the trigger for his confrontation.
Holding her husband silently, Zhao Qian, exhausted from the day, finally fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Eleven: Midnight Door-Climbing
While Zhao Qian slept soundly, Tang Chunfeng couldn't fall asleep. His heart oscillated between heartbreak and inexplicable excitement. The heartbreak stemmed from Zhao Qian's betrayal, while the inexplicable excitement was the prospect of sleeping with Zhao Qian's niece.
He thought about many things until two in the morning. Finally, Tang Chunfeng quietly got up. To avoid making a sound, he went barefoot and tiptoed out of the bedroom, gently closing the master bedroom door without a sound. Then he headed towards Zhao Lu's room.
Standing at Zhao Lu's door, Tang Chunfeng took a few deep breaths to calm his agitated emotions. He then gently squeezed the doorknob of Zhao Qian's room, but... it was locked from the inside. This was somewhat different from what he had expected. Tang Chunfeng hesitated. Whether Zhao Lu had left the door open for him directly affected the probability of success. Although he could find a backup door to open Zhao Lu's room, the fact that she hadn't left one open for him meant that forcing his way in might end up in a mess.
If Zhao Lu had left the door open for him, she would be mentally prepared and wouldn't scream out of fear. But since she had locked the door, if he tried to open it with the backup door, she would most likely scream after being startled awake. Adultery and rape are fundamentally different. The former, even if the affair is exposed, only incurs moral condemnation, while the latter carries legal consequences.
Tang Chunfeng stood at Zhao Qian's door for a long time, thinking. He decided to wait until Monday when he went to work, then secretly bring back some gaseous anesthetic, just like the male protagonist in the movie "Sleeping Beauty" who used anesthesia to drug the sleeping female lead. He could then drug Zhao Lu and do whatever he wanted.
Yes, that's it. He could test it on Zhao Qian first, and only use it on Zhao Lu after confirming it wouldn't be discovered.
To be honest, Tang Chunfeng had considered using anesthetics after watching "Sleeping Beauty." After all, as an anesthesiologist, secretly bringing out some anesthetics would be incredibly easy. Of course, everyone has evil thoughts, but only a few actually act on them, due to ethical, moral, and legal constraints, especially the law, which is very deterrent to ordinary people. However, because of Zhao Qian's betrayal, he no longer cared, and as long as he was discreet enough, he might not even be discovered.
Having decided on his next move, Tang Chunfeng reluctantly went to the bathroom to urinate, then casually returned to the master bedroom and went to bed.
Early the next morning, Tang Chunfeng was awakened by the ringing of the phone.
"So early, who is it?" Zhao Qian was still half asleep, having already forgotten the cold war they had experienced the previous night.
"It's the hospital," Tang Chunfeng replied simply, then began to get dressed.
The call was from the hospital. Just five minutes earlier, the hospital had received orders to immediately summon all surgeons, anesthesiologists, and other doctors to the hospital. This was because, just half an hour earlier, a major accident had occurred on the Nanjing section of the Ninghu Expressway due to heavy fog, involving 33 vehicles and resulting in dozens of deaths and hundreds of injuries.
Tang Chunfeng quickly washed up, not even bothering to eat breakfast, and drove downstairs to the hospital.
Chapter Twelve:
Tang Chunfeng's Wife's Drugging and Rape Tang Chunfeng was busy from 5:30 AM to midnight today. Anesthesiologists may seem to have an easy job to the average person, as if they only give patients an injection. However, this is far from the truth. If surgeons are only responsible for treating patients, then anesthesiologists control the lives of patients. Matters of life and death are no small matter. Therefore, after administering anesthesia to patients preparing for surgery, anesthesiologists must constantly monitor various medical instruments and closely observe the patient's condition. In addition, there is a significant shortage of anesthesiologists in China, so in some small, grassroots hospitals, it's common for anesthesiologists to work overtime every day. This is why anesthesiologists have the highest rate of death from overwork in the medical industry.
Although Tang Chunfeng works at a top-tier tertiary hospital, where there is no shortage of anesthesiologists, large hospitals naturally have many patients. Therefore, his weekly working hours still exceed the national standard of 40 hours, almost always exceeding 50 hours per week. In the event of sudden major accidents such as car accidents, he sometimes works continuously for more than 20 hours. The most extreme case was two days and two nights without sleep.
Of course, anesthesiologists also earn a considerable income. Besides their regular salary and bonuses, they and the attending physicians who perform the surgeries are often the targets of patients' families vying to give them red envelopes (bribes). If there are two groups of people in society who basically don't have to pay for anything at the supermarket, it's undoubtedly teachers and doctors. Among teachers, most are primary and secondary school homeroom teachers, and among doctors, most are attending surgeons, obstetricians and gynecologists, and anesthesiologists. Therefore, Zhao Qian's favorite thing to do is go grocery shopping because she doesn't need to spend real money. Tang Chunfeng brings home so many supermarket cards of 500 and 1000 yuan that she can't even use them all, and often has to resell them at a discount.
This is also why, since Zhao Qian became pregnant a few years ago, Tang Chunfeng had her quit her job to stay home full-time to prepare for childbirth and then continue to care for the child afterward. His income alone is enough to support the family; although it can't compare to those of big bosses, it's at least as high as, if not higher than, that of an average white-collar worker.
The main reason Tang Chunfeng had Zhao Qian quit her job to stay home and care for the child was that he didn't want her to come into contact with too many men at work. A man who constantly instills the idea of a threesome in front of his wife, a cuckold, yet also an extremely petty and chauvinistic man who is always worried about his wife cheating—it sounds unbelievable, but that's exactly the reality.
Tang Chunfeng dragged his tired body home; it was almost one in the morning. He quietly opened the security door, then stood at the master bedroom doorway to make sure the sound hadn't woken the sleeping Zhao Qian. He went to the bathroom to quickly wash up. After washing up, he went to Zhao Lu's door and, unwilling to give up, gently turned the doorknob. The door was still locked from the inside, leaving him with only the option of drugging and raping her.
When he left work, he secretly brought out a bottle of ether-based gaseous anesthetic. Tang Chunfeng took the bottle out of his bag, tiptoed back to the master bedroom, put on a mask he had prepared beforehand, opened the bottle cap, and slowly placed the anesthetic at Zhao Qian's nose, allowing the volatile anesthetic gas to be inhaled into her lungs with her breathing. After a while, he took out a handkerchief he had prepared beforehand, poured some anesthetic onto the handkerchief, and then covered Zhao Qian's mouth and nose with the handkerchief.
After doing all this, Tang Chunfeng went to the bathroom to wash the handkerchief, then hid the anesthetic and mask. Returning to the bedroom, he took off his clothes, then quietly climbed onto the bed, removed Zhao Qian's underwear, knelt between her legs, spat on his fingers, and smeared the saliva on Zhao Qian's genitals for lubrication. He then slowly inserted his penis into Zhao Qian's vagina.
Tang Chunfeng tried to be as gentle as possible, because his purpose was to see if Zhao Qian would mention to him the next morning that he had "drug-raped" her while she was asleep, thus ensuring that using the same method to drug Zhao Lu would not be discovered.
However, the intense guilt brought about by this "drug-rape" made Tang Chunfeng incredibly excited, and he involuntarily increased the speed of his thrusting. At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the image of Zhao Qian being fucked by Chen Jian, moaning and groaning. He could no longer control his emotions, and began to violently pound Zhao Qian's body to vent his uncontrollable rage.
Tang Chunfeng could only console himself at this moment. Such violent impact was, in a way, an extreme test of the drug's effectiveness, much like the fatigue tests performed on machines before they leave the factory—testing all their data at maximum values. His violent actions were the same principle. If Zhao Qian didn't notice his violent actions tomorrow morning, he could easily sneak into Zhao Lu's room tomorrow night to carry out his actual drugging and rape.
Five minutes later, Tang Chunfeng finally ejaculated inside Zhao Qian. During the process, Zhao Qian's body showed no reaction whatsoever. He just didn't know if her brain would retain this memory; everything would depend on Zhao Qian's reaction when she woke up tomorrow morning.
Tang Chunfeng sucked out the remaining semen from Zhao Qian's vagina with his mouth, then spat it into the trash can beside the bed. After that, he helped Zhao Qian put on her underwear, then put on his own, before lying down beside her. After thinking for a moment, he pulled Zhao Qian into his arms and decided to give her a good look when he woke up the next morning, otherwise, even if she had doubts, she might not tell him because of the cold war.
He had already worked for more than ten hours straight today, and with the release he had just had, Tang Chunfeng soon fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Thirteen Zhao Qian's Decision
When Zhao Qian woke up, she felt a little dizzy. She had gone to bed very early last night, so why did she feel so sleep-deprived?
Turning her head to look at her sleeping husband beside her, Zhao Qian felt guilty. She secretly made up her mind to completely cut off contact with Chen Jian and the other woman. The reason she went to bed early last night was because she felt guilty and didn't dare to face her husband. She was hoping to delay as long as possible, so she didn't know what time her husband had worked overtime until last night.
After looking away, Zhao Qian grabbed her phone from the bedside table and glanced at it. Then she hurriedly got up. It was already seven o'clock! She had woken up a full hour later than usual today, and there was no time to prepare breakfast herself. She went downstairs to the entrance of the community and bought some soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed dumplings, and other breakfast items.
After finally coaxing her daughter to finish breakfast and dropping her off at kindergarten, she rushed home.
"Xiao Lu, are you up yet? It's almost eight o'clock." After arriving home, Zhao Qian knocked on Zhao Lu's door. Hearing Zhao Lu's lazy yawn from inside, she said, "Don't sleep anymore, get up quickly, wash your face, brush your teeth, and eat breakfast." Then she walked towards the master bedroom.
"Honey, get up." Zhao Qian nudged Tang Chunfeng, carefully calling him to get up.
Tang Chunfeng stretched and then held out his hand for Zhao Qian to pull him up. As a result, Zhao Qian was pulled down onto the bed by Tang Chunfeng, and with a roll, she was pinned down by him.
The couple were intimate for a few minutes. Finally, when Tang Chunfeng reached out to undo Zhao Qian's pants, Zhao Qian grabbed his wandering hand and begged, "Honey, no! Xiao Lu is outside, and it's almost eight o'clock. Can you wait until you come back tonight?" "Okay then." Tang Chunfeng got up and pulled Zhao Qian up.
The intimacy they had just shared, and her husband's attitude towards her, finally put Zhao Qian's mind at ease, which had been hanging over her since the night before last. It seemed she had been overthinking things; her husband was just suspicious, but he didn't have any evidence of her infidelity. This conclusion made Zhao Qian even more determined to completely break off her relationship with Chen Jian and the other woman she had just had a one-night stand with.
Ten minutes later, as the three of them sat at the table eating breakfast, Zhao Lu suddenly said, "Auntie, I'm planning to move to the company dormitory in the next couple of days." "You're living comfortably, why do you want to move to the dormitory?" Zhao Qian asked suspiciously, unable to resist secretly glancing at her husband beside her, but she didn't notice anything unusual on his face.
Although Zhao Qian is Zhao Lu's aunt, their relationship is more like sisters. However, she's actually happy for Zhao Lu to move out, because Zhao Lu is young, beautiful, and energetic, and recently she's noticed that Zhao Lu seems closer to her husband than to her, her aunt. It's impossible for Zhao Qian not to worry about Zhao Lu living in her own home, spending every day with her husband.
"Before, dormitory beds were scarce, but recently a colleague left, and a bed became available. Most importantly, staying in the dormitory means I can sleep in a little longer in the mornings," Zhao Lu said, picking up a steamed dumpling, blowing on it gently, and speaking in a coquettish tone.
Zhao Lu's company is just one intersection away from the hospital where Tang Chunfeng works, about 500 meters away. Although Zhao Lu is only an intern, her company is in the IT industry, with a standard 9-to-5 schedule. Her work hours are half an hour later than Tang Chunfeng's, so she takes a ride with Tang Chunfeng to the hospital where he works. After getting off the ride, she leisurely walks to the company and arrives before 9 o'clock.
After breakfast, Zhao Lu, as usual, hitched a ride with Tang Chunfeng. On the way, the usually chatty Zhao Lu was unusually quiet, making the car awkwardly silent. Finally, Tang Chunfeng couldn't help but speak up, "Xiao Lu, what happened the night before last was your uncle's fault. Your uncle... well, anyway, just stay home and relax. Your uncle promises you, that kind of thing will never happen again." "No, Uncle, I just thought staying in the dormitory would mean I wouldn't have to get up so early and could sleep in a little longer. It's really not what you think," Zhao Lu quickly explained, waving her hands.
"Really not?"
"Really!"
"Okay, then you can come stay at home on weekends from now on. I'll have your aunt cook you something delicious." "Okay." *** Zhao Qian washed the dishes and tidied the room, then had nothing to do. After thinking for a long time, she finally dialed Chen Jian's number. The phone rang twice before being hung up. Five minutes later, he called back.
"What's wrong, darling? You're already thinking about me this early in the morning? And you didn't reply to my messages yesterday, nor did you answer my calls. I was worried your husband had found out." Chen Jian's voice came through the receiver.
Zhao Qian didn't speak.
"Hello, why aren't you saying anything? What's wrong?" Chen Jian's voice finally became serious.
After a long silence, Zhao Qian finally made up her mind and said, "My husband has started to suspect me. The night before last, after I got home, he insisted on having sex with me right away. I said I'd take a shower first, but he wouldn't let me." "Oh, and then what happened?" "Then I pretended to be very angry and said he didn't trust me. I threatened to divorce him, and he finally gave up. So let's not contact each other anymore. I don't want to lose my husband." "It's okay, we can just be more careful in the future." "Hmph! Of course you're okay. If he finds out, I'm the one who'll be in trouble. If you hadn't deliberately sabotaged me while I was on the phone, how could my husband have suspected me? That's all, I'm hanging up." "Hey, hey, honey, don't hang up. I'm so sorry, I promise I won't do it again. Are you angry because I took it upon myself to call him a mistress for a threesome? Then I won't call him anymore." "No, I'm hanging up." "Then..." Zhao Qian hung up the phone before the other person could finish speaking.
Chapter Fourteen: Deceiving the Heavens
Tang Chunfeng was somewhat absent-minded all day. Judging from Zhao Qian's reaction this morning, it seemed that his actions last night hadn't left any impression on her. Since that was the case, he could certainly sneak into his niece Zhao Lu's room tonight without any hesitation.
Finally, after a long day at work, Tang Chunfeng got into his car and immediately pulled out his phone...

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