Monitoring your wife's rendezvous with her lover: experiencing a different kind of pleasure

Experiencing a Different Kind of Pleasure by Monitoring My Wife's Rendezvous with My Lover (
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It's the end of the month, and my wife has spent the entire afternoon doing the accounts: purchase expenses, sales revenue, worker wages, etc. If I were to do this, I'd make a complete mess of it. It's not that I lack the ability, it's that I lack the patience.
My wife tidied up the ledgers, calculator, and reports, stood up, stretched, yawned, and smiled at me, saying, "This month has been pretty good, except there's a bit too much inventory. Next month you need to be more diligent, deliver the goods that need to be delivered, and stop putting things off."

"Does it have to be exhausting? I'm practically a robot. Why is my life getting harder and harder? Just working like this, without any fun to break the monotony, it's so boring.

" "What kind of hobby do you want? Wait until October, there'll be a time when you'll be living the high life, haha."

"Distant water can't quench immediate thirst, but what about now?"

"Then it depends on your skills. Maybe go to Tai'an, or Mengyin, or Laiwu. Other places are too far."
"None of them are close. I'll be passing through Tai'an in a few days delivering goods, so I'll wait for an opportunity. But Yanzi just had surgery not long ago, so it might not be possible. Sigh, so sad."

"Only thinking about that? Then what else

can you do to cheer yourself up?" "What's there to cheer me up about?"

"Think about it.

" "I can't think of anything.

" "You're so silly. I told you to make you happy first, haha. Tonight I have something to discuss privately. Why don't you stay in the city for the night? Hehe, okay? I'll tell you when I get back.

" "Are you going to cheat on me again?"

"Why are you talking so harshly? How is it cheating? Didn't I tell you?"

"Where is she from? A villager or a friend? A stranger or an acquaintance?

" "Someone you know. I'll tell you the result, okay?"

"Wearing this green hat, oh well, haha, then I'll wait. Where should I stay? How about your sister's house?"
"Don't I often wear a red hat too? Silly boy, if you stay at her house, you'd better behave yourself, what if she asks why you're not coming home?

" "I'll just say we had a fight, that way I'll save on accommodation fees.

" "Okay, whatever you want."

"What time does the show start?"

"I'll go buy some things after dinner, you can go into town then, okay?"

"It's not too late for me to leave after you come back with your things, let's see what fun things you buy."

"Okay."

The couple ate and talked happily. After dinner, the wife piled up the dishes: "Clean up after you're done eating, don't leave me alone. I'm going out, I'll be back in a bit."

My wife went out, and I knew she must have gone to the sex shop. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I carefully installed the little device I had prepared beforehand from the bedroom to the garage (we live on the second floor; the garage is on the first floor, and the bedroom is above the garage). I looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction, secretly gloating, "Well, you're happy now, and I'll enjoy a different kind of pleasure too!"

My wife came back, a black plastic bag hidden behind her back. I snatched it from her: "What good stuff can't I see? Ugh, there are only a few sex shops in this lousy place, and they only have the same old products. But the panties you bought this time are very trendy. Why did you buy such thick condoms? They're definitely not good; there won't be any pleasure."

"Why did you buy thick ones? I'll tell you when we get back. There's definitely a reason. Okay, let's go. Focus on driving and don't let your mind wander.

" "Okay, I hope you're happy, and I hope I'm happy too, haha."

After a hug, I got into the driver's seat, closed the door, started the engine, shifted gears, waved to my wife again, and the car started moving.

Normally, I'm so meticulous with my time, practically racing against the clock. But now, wearing a green hat (a metaphor for being cheated on), I wander aimlessly, time seemingly frozen. I keep checking my phone, endlessly circling the road.

Finally, the agonizing three-plus hours are over. I slow down and gaze at my windows upstairs. Thankfully, the lights in the living room and bedroom are still on. A black sedan is parked in the hallway; while it doesn't necessarily mean a guest has arrived, it's pretty much a given.

I open the garage door, drive in, park, adjust the seat, and carefully check the intercom system secretly connected between the bedroom and garage. I check the power indicator on the voice recorder—everything's normal. A strange mix of excitement and anticipation fills me.

It's still early, and the garage isn't cold, so I close the garage door and head to the nearby green space to continue monitoring and waiting patiently.

Drifting along, eyes fixed straight ahead, the light streaming through my window told me the progress of things.
Suddenly, the lights in the living room window went out, then the lights in the study balcony went out, and the bedroom light turned a pale pink glow. My eyes lit up, my heart pounded—the real show was about to begin. I rushed to the garage, remotely opened the door, and eagerly squeezed inside when I was less than a meter tall. Closing the door, the temperature inside the garage rose rapidly, but I endured it for the sake of the new thrill.

Sitting in the driver's seat, I adjusted the angle—comfortable. I turned on the intercom, and clear voices and sounds came from upstairs. The recorder began recording their every word and sound. My wife and her lover were unknowingly putting on another passionate show for me: "It's been almost two months since we last met, hasn't it? I've really missed you." A very magnetic baritone voice clearly reached my ears through the intercom. It was him? That quiet, scholarly guy from high school, now a foreign language teacher at a vocational college? Yes, that's him. He's 1.85 meters tall, loves basketball, but speaks very little, slowly and deliberately, never smiling or uttering a word. His nickname is "Miss Ba."

"You're not just saying nice things to make me happy, are you? You, the scholar, now have a superior physique, a superior job, and a happy family. You don't look down on hardworking laborers anymore

, do you? Hehehe." His wife seemed very happy. "I think you're the one who knows how to talk, you're a real talent! My stable job is good, but it's filled with thin porridge. Your job is good, but your bowl is either wontons or braised pork. Hahaha." This kid has learned to be glib after not seeing him for a few years.

"I called you because I was afraid you wouldn't come. Look how unlucky I am, hehe."

"I'd love to, but I'm still a little uneasy about coming to your house, Brother Haohao."
"Don't worry, he's already off. Even if he knows he's home, he won't care. We're pretty open-minded about this. People should enjoy themselves when they can, because when you're old, you can't enjoy yourself anymore, right?
" "That's right, but in reality, people will gossip. It's better to keep a low profile."

"You've always been steady and reliable in everything you do, unlike our Hao Hao. He does what he wants, but sometimes he gets into trouble, haha."

"I've always admired him. He's bold and enterprising."

"Mainly, he's really good to me. If other women did that, the man would be furious."
"Yes, it's mainly because husband and wife are on the same page; everything is easier that way."

The two chatted idly for a while, wasting a lot of time. Although the conversation was quite clear, there were no uplifting words. It was too boring. Sitting in the car in this heat wasn't worth it, and they couldn't help but doze off.

There was no sound in the room for a long time. My instinct was that there was something wrong with the equipment, but after a closer look, everything seemed normal. There was nothing I could do but endure it.

Still no sound, only some faint rustling noises. Even listening closely, I couldn't discern what the two were doing.
A deathly silence, a silence that was almost unsettling, yet reality forced me to endure it.

The long, silent hour continued. Sweat streamed down my neck and back onto the seat; I was truly suffering.

Suddenly, the long-awaited voice came from the doorbell: "Just bought it this afternoon, isn't it beautiful?" My wife's voice was a little sweet.

"It's beautiful, fits perfectly, and is so sexy, it's impossible not to get excited." This guy always knows how to talk.
"Let me turn it around and show you, what do you think?"

"It's so beautiful. It's got all the curves in the right places, I'm almost losing control."

"Take your time, you'll get your turn to enjoy it today, hehe."

Another period of silence followed, so I could only wait patiently.

After a while, a somewhat unclear voice rang out again: "You on the bottom, I'll on top, okay? Hehe." It was a man's voice.

"No way, the 69 position is too disadvantageous for the woman on the bottom. Last time I almost choked to death, haha."
"You have a good memory. Okay, I'll do whatever you say for this one position, but I'll decide everything else, okay?"
"We need to set a procedure first, huh? We'll see, haha."

The conversation stopped again, and the sound of sucking came from the intercom.

"There's so much water, I can't suck it all up, get me some paper."

"What's wrong with you today? You've grown taller, it's scary big."

"It recognizes you, it has feelings for you, that's why it's standing tall and showing off."

"Keep your breath down, if you can't hold on, give me a signal, I don't want it to give up too soon."
"Hmm."

The sucking continued, it seems the two of them are working together very well.

"Ugh, ah," the wife's uncomfortable voice.

"What's wrong? Is your mouth full? Don't spit it out, swallow it, haha." The man's command.
"Ah, ugh, ah, it doesn't smell good, it's bitter, salty and a bit fishy, did I ejaculate?"

"No, it's just the same water flowing out as you. That's highly nutritious and good for your beauty, hehe."
"You're lying. Why don't you enjoy all those benefits yourself?

" "I'm saving it for you, hahaha."

"Tired? Why don't you get on top?"

"I'm not tired, but I've sucked all the water out, it's time for a change of position.

" "I feel like there's still a lot of water left, let's play a little longer, hahaha."

"I never realized you were so slutty when we were in school, women are so hard to hide."

"Isn't your wife slutty? I don't believe it."

"Women are all the same, they look shy, but when they're naked, they're way wilder than men."

"Women are introverted, men are extroverted, it's a gender difference."

"Get up, let's change positions. I'll sit on the edge of the bed and hold you while you pee, hahaha.

" "That position is too ugly, hahaha."

A rustling sound, clearly the two are getting up.

"Slow down, don't slip off."

"No way, you already have a big scar, if you fall down again, it'll be like a tunnel, haha, come on, sit on me, okay, spread your legs."

The voice was intermittent, and imagining the scene between the two of us, I had a strong physical reaction, repeatedly reminding myself to hold on, to hold on.

"Ah, ah, ah—woo, aww," my wife's familiar voice teased me from the other side of the wall.

"Does it feel good?"

"Use your middle finger, point upwards, lightly, faster, okay, like that, keep going, aww, ah, aww."
The conversation disappeared, only the low, indistinct humming and hissing could be heard intermittently, the slapping sounds becoming embellishments, making me feel irresistibly aroused.

"Stop, stop, stop quickly, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to squirt, stop quickly, put it in, quick." My wife's anxious voice. "Ah, ah, so good." My wife continued, "Sit on my lap and rest for a while."
Everything froze, as silent as the deep night sky, save for the earthworms' loud song echoing in the darkness.

V. Climax

It started raining outside, and the rain intensified, the raindrops pounding against the garage door, severely affecting the sound quality. Thankfully, the storm passed quickly, leaving only the soft rustling of leaves. As the rain fell, the sweltering air cooled considerably. Opening the garage door half a meter to let in some fresh air made it much more comfortable.

"Hey, what are you looking at? I've seen this countless times, what's so interesting?"

"Enjoy it again, to deepen the impression, hehehe."

"Ouch, be gentle, it hurts."

"Okay, I was a little rushed just now. Wow, so beautiful, even prettier than before." "

You're lying through your teeth. This thing only gets darker, and the darker it gets, the uglier it becomes." "

It's different. Yours is still pink, it's really beautiful. Have you had cosmetic surgery?"

"During the Spring Festival, a friend told me it could turn pink, so I went with her to get it done. The effect was pretty good, right?"
"It's obvious, the effect is very obvious, the money wasn't wasted, hahaha, I want to go for it.

" "Then go for it, no more modesty, but you have to make me happy, hold your nerve, no quick fixes, hehehe."

"Yes, sir."

The conversation stopped there. Perhaps they were preparing? Or resting? The situation was unclear, only waiting remained.

Waiting allowed his highly tense nerves a moment of relaxation, preparing for the next mental assault.

Waiting again, he thought about many things, especially how well he and his wife could tacitly participate in dating. He felt extremely satisfied; with such a carefree life, what could be more blissful?

His thoughts were swirling, the journey they had taken was vivid in his mind. With his wife enjoying herself, needless to say, in a few days, with just a glance, a signal, or a thought, his wife would bring her beautiful classmates and best friends for dates. What kind of women would they be? Strangers, acquaintances, new friends, or old acquaintances? I hoped it was a beautiful goddess I'd just met…

Lost in these thoughts, the intercom rang:

“Ah, ah, one thrust at a time, harder, all the way down.” It was my wife’s voice.

Then came a loud, rhythmic series of slapping sounds.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, the monotonous slapping sounds.

Slap, slap, slap, so clearly audible in the still of the night.

Ah, ah, ah, how alluring it is for a woman to make such a sound during her special moment.

Ow, ow, ow, the involuntary moans would drive any man’s nerves to the brink.

“I can’t hold on much longer, are you close?” the man asked. “Condom, put it on quickly,” his wife demanded.

“Don’t you have an IUD? I don’t want to wear this, it doesn’t feel good, it’s uncomfortable.”

“Please put it on, this time I bought a thicker one, it will delay ejaculation.”

“Okay.”

Then there was a period of silence.

"Are you alright? How was it? Did it work?" Then the same impact sounds and "ah" and "ow" sounds came again.
The silent slapping continued for a long time.

Suddenly, I heard my wife shout, "Faster, faster, faster, I'm coming!" The slapping sounds were loud and urgent. "I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to cum."

Ah—, a long howl, ow—, a muffled sound, like a duet between a man and a woman, and instantly, all sound disappeared. The silent night sky was eerily quiet.

I picked up my phone and checked the time; it was 2:10 a.m., which meant they had been together for more than four hours.

The night returned to its quiet.

VI. The Sequel

The sweltering garage made it impossible for me to endure any longer. Thinking that the show was over, I wondered where I would spend the next four or five hours. Then I thought: the person is still here, I don't know if he's gone or stayed, it's better to keep listening. I gave up the idea of going out for some fresh air and got back into the car.

The unbearable wait, the boring time passing, I was half asleep, a little drowsy.

"Go take a shower, you're sweating a lot?" the man asked.

"It feels so good, I don't want to move, but I'll go anyway."

Footsteps followed by the sound of running water.

Footsteps, and then their conversation resumed in the bedroom: "Your reaction was really strong this time, hehe."
"You did pretty well, you lasted quite a while this time, hehe."

"The condom really works, it really delays ejaculation, you're quite experienced."

"It's my experience, hehe."

"When will you do it next time, are you addicted?"

"Every now and then, I'll call you then, too often and people will notice.

" "Are you afraid of those things?"

"It's better to be mindful of the impact."

A brief pause followed by the voice:

"I think I should go back, you won't get enough rest here, and we have things to do tomorrow."

"Let's go tomorrow morning, I like it when you hold me while we sleep."

"Isn't it better to leave something to look forward to? Going back will help calm my highly excited mind."

"Okay, it's dark, there's no one on the road, don't park randomly, be careful, and let me know when you get home, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

"Okay, but I'll still go back to my dorm, otherwise I won't be able to explain."

"True, teachers are always so suspicious."

Then I heard two crisp slapping sounds, definitely the sound of kissing.

"Get dressed."

"I want to take your panties, stockings, and bra."

"How did you become such a pervert? Hehe, here you go, these things are a bit dirty, wash them before using them."

"That's the smell I wanted, the original smell, hehe."

"Drive carefully, remember to reply."

"I promise."

Footsteps, door opening, soft footsteps, the clatter of footsteps going down the stairs. I was now standing behind a large tree in the green space behind the building, observing their final parting.

She was in front, he followed, another long embrace at the stairwell, tender and affectionate, and I felt a pang of jealousy.
He opened the car door, got in, started the engine, and blew a kiss through the window with his left hand. The car lights slowly moved forward, turned a corner, and disappeared.

His wife turned and went upstairs; the bedroom was still bathed in the soft, pale pink light.

I returned to the garage, carefully considering my next move. I couldn't afford to waste another four or five hours in this garage; I couldn't endure this torture any longer. I had to come up with a solution, make a decision, and a good night's sleep was the ideal outcome.

I started packing up the eavesdropping devices, turned off the intercom and doorbell, saved the recordings from the voice recorder, adjusted the car seat back to its normal angle, stretched, and rubbed my numb face a few times. Only then did I realize that the intense excitement had left me feeling drowsy and that I really needed a nap.

My phone flashed; it was a message from my wife. That woman was still thinking of me.
"Are you asleep? Where are you?"

I thought for a moment and replied, "Not asleep, outside."

"Come back if you can't sleep; you definitely won't get a good rest outside."

"Finished?

" "Yeah; come back."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

To conceal his presence so close, he had to circle the building a few times—partly to get some fresh air;

partly to admire the post-rain night view; partly to calm his overly tense mind; and ultimately, to kill some time.

Ten minutes later, he went upstairs, opened the door, took off his clothes, and entered the room. In the dim light, his wife lay on the bed, looking at him: "Back so soon?"

"No cars, no people at night, so I was quick." He lied without batting an eye.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that trouble, come up and rest," his wife said, stretching her arms out from under the blanket as if to embrace him.

"Coming!" He rushed over and pulled the blanket off his wife.

"Crazy, what's wrong with you? What are you doing, hehehe."

"Checking if it's broken. If it's broken, I'm going to sue that guy for damages, haha."
"Silly girl, it's not broken, is it?"

"It's not broken, but it's deformed. I used it too much; it's swollen badly."

"How silly, that's because the excitement hasn't completely subsided.

" "I want to keep using it.

" "That's enough, how about tomorrow night?"

"No, I want it now."

"Listen to me, besides, he hasn't cleaned up the battlefield after using it, aren't you worried about the mess?

" "It'll be even more enjoyable with that lubricant."

"Dirty, you're all crazy, hahaha."

He took to the field, his mind already highly focused with excitement. His wife repeated her earlier moans a few times, and he was utterly defeated.

"Why didn't you thrust? It's never been like this before."

"You prepared too thoroughly, so of course it was quick and decisive."

"I don't understand."

"You'll understand when we listen to the recording together tomorrow.

" "What kind of trick are you playing now?"

"I can't explain it right now, let's do it tomorrow."

"Okay."

The couple was exhausted, very, very exhausted. They turned off the small pink light that had been emitting a dim glow for so long, and fell asleep in each other's arms…

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