A conservative wife? 6

Ever since the incident with Old Zhu's family, I've tried to avoid being alone with him at work every day. I know he must have mustered up a lot of courage to talk to me; if I refused, not only would he lose face, but he would also hurt his wife's feelings. So one day on my way home from work, he stopped me and said I was being overly sentimental. He said he had finally convinced his wife, and she had even taken a liking to me, but I was backing out at the last minute. I told him my thoughts, thanked him for his trust, and said that while it was safer to be with someone I knew, I couldn't get over the psychological hurdle. Old Zhu said he could step back and join in when the time was right. Having said that, I had no way out, so I agreed to wait until I was mentally prepared. We discussed some details and then went home separately.
It was almost 6 p.m. when I got home, and my wife still wasn't back. I sent her a voice message asking when she'd be home, and she replied that she was downstairs. A moment later, I heard the sound of a key opening the door. My wife, while changing her shoes, said that she was going to the provincial capital next Thursday for a two-day assessment exam, and that she had gone to the education bureau this afternoon to handle some paperwork for the exam, which was why she was late. I said that education these days isn't as good as it used to be. Back then, teachers just needed to teach the material well, but now teachers have meetings and exams every few days, so they don't have the time or energy to teach. My wife's expression changed, and I thought she was about to get angry, so I quickly added, "You guys have it tough too, dealing with the higher-ups and the students' parents. You can't hit or scold the kids these days." My wife laughed and said that education is being reformed now, and not only academic performance but also students' mental and physical health are key areas of reform. I realized she was about to give a political lecture, so I interrupted her and said, "It's so late, let's go out to eat!" It had been a long time since the two of us had eaten out together. My wife said, "Let's eat at home, I'll cook, it'll be ready soon." That evening, our routine was the same as always. My wife lay there, and we did it on top for a while, but I went soft before I even ejaculated. My wife comforted me, saying that my work was probably too tiring and that I could switch to an easier job when things got better. I told her that I might get a promotion after I came back this time, and that my boss had already spoken to me about it, so I wouldn't have to work so hard anymore. My wife was very happy, and we talked for a long time before I fell asleep. The next day, near the end of the workday, Amin texted me to ask if I was free that evening. We hadn't been in touch since we added each other on WeChat after our last break. I asked her if she needed any advice, and she said her husband was away on a business trip and missed me. Impulse won out over reason, and after agreeing to Amin's request, I texted my wife to say I'd be working late that night. When my wife asked if I wanted her to stay for dinner, I hesitated for a moment but replied that it wasn't necessary. Amin was as enthusiastic as ever, and I felt like I was being drained dry. Except for right after we got married, I hadn't ejaculated twice in a short period of time. My insecurity after last night with my wife vanished. Amin told me that next Wednesday, Brother Hua from the provincial capital was organizing a five-day, four-night wife-swapping trip to Zhangjiagang. There were four couples and six single men from the area, with her being the only single woman. She wanted me to go with her, saying that the civil servant couple from our area would also be going. I told her that my company was promoting me soon, and I couldn't take time off. I asked her to take some videos of the event to show me how it was. Amin said she'd see how it went, and that taking photos wasn't allowed. I thought about it and agreed, telling her not to force herself. A week passed quickly. On Wednesday morning, Amin sent a photo of the highway. Brother Chen and Sister Ya were in the front row. I said, "You're in for a treat tonight." She was probably alone in the back. She replied quickly, saying, "I'm going to the provincial capital to meet Brother Hua and the others today, then we'll go to Zhangjiagang tomorrow. I'll have a little fun tonight." She then sent a funny cartoon image. Thinking about Sister Ya's oral skills filled me with longing, and I couldn't concentrate on work. While working, I chatted idly with Amin, learning that the civil servant couple had to take leave due to the inconvenience of their jobs, and they were going directly to Zhangjiagang the next day. The next day, my wife went to the provincial capital, telling me to take care of myself at home, which I agreed to. At work, I asked Amin where they were. Amin said a couple had some last-minute issues and hadn't left until later that day. I asked her how last night was, and Amin said she drank too much and didn't remember, adding a mischievous little emoji. She told me to focus on my work and send her photos if I had the chance, as she was going to take a nap! Besides the civil servant couple, there were three other couples there last night; they probably had a lot of fun. I replied "okay" and didn't disturb her rest. My wife also sent a few photos, clearly of the scenery outside the passenger window, telling me her colleague drove there, so she didn't take the high-speed rail. I told her to be careful, relax, and try to get good grades! She replied with a smiling emoji, telling me to focus on my work and call me again tonight! When I got off work, Amin texted me saying she was in Zhangjiagang and sent me two photos. The first photo was probably of a hotel room, with toilet paper scattered all over the floor, along with a pair of stockings and a black thong. The second photo was a close-up of the bed sheet, which was completely soaked, and the pillow was also wet and lying to the side. I said, "You've just arrived and you've already made such a scene. Looks like you're in for a few days." Amin said she had just arrived at the hotel, and this was the work of a civil servant's wife. They arrived in the afternoon and had already contacted some single men here. Her husband, Xiao Zhang, said he hadn't even touched his wife's body that afternoon. After eating around 1 p.m., six single men had been surrounding his wife and had been doing it ever since, and they were still having sex with her in the bathroom! After saying that, she sent a voice message. I quickly got into my car, closed the door, and turned on the voice message. I could hear loud slapping sounds, a woman's loud moans, men's shouts, and men's voices. The woman's moans were so loud that I couldn't understand what she was saying! I guess Amin didn't want anyone to find out, so the voice message was very short. Even so, my penis was already rock hard. I asked her to find a chance to take a picture of that woman, even a casual photo would be fine. She said, "I told you to come, but you didn't. Now you're envious of others. I'll take a picture for you when we have dinner, but you'll have to wait a while; this shower will probably take some time!" I sent an awkward emoji, went home, ate something quick, took a shower, and called my wife while lying in bed. The phone rang, saying the number you dialed was switched off. I idly scrolled through videos, hoping Amin would send some useful information. At 8 pm, my wife sent a photo—a selfie of hers in a hotel lobby. She was wearing a black sleeveless chiffon bodysuit, showing off her slender figure, full breasts, and flushed face. I called her, and when she answered, I asked why she was eating so late and why her phone was off. My wife said softly that she had an exam in the afternoon and had turned off her phone, so she forgot. They were still eating in a private room, and she came out to report to me. I asked her if she had been drinking, since her face was so red. My wife said she only had a few sips to get by, and I felt a pang of sympathy. She's a very quiet woman, forced to do things she doesn't like against her will for the sake of making a living. After chatting with her for a while, I heard a woman calling her to come in; everyone was waiting for her. I told her to drink less and eat more before hanging up. After hanging up, I realized that Amin had sent several messages while I was on the phone. With a mix of excitement and anticipation, I opened WeChat. The first picture was a smaller version of a photo; my hands were already trembling before I even opened it. A woman in a black chiffon bodysuit was on the phone. When I opened it, the same hotel lobby background, at least 7-8 cm high black heels highlighting her nearly 170cm height, her figure curvaceous, her face radiating a youthful energy beyond her years. I felt a bit dizzy, like an anemic person spinning around several times before finally standing still, my body swaying precariously. I don't know how much time passed before I finally reacted after the message notification sounded several times. It was another message from Amin, still from my wife. She was nestled next to a young man, looking sunny and handsome, her head resting on his shoulder, a cigarette in one hand, the other around his arm, smiling brightly. My heart felt like it had been run over by a truck, the pain unbearable. My phone kept beeping, but I didn't have the courage to check. I replied to Amin saying I'd been called in to work overtime and couldn't reply. I, who never drinks, got up and grabbed a half-empty bottle of baijiu left over from when my father came over last time. I gulped down a few mouthfuls, feeling like a complete coward. Knowing my wife was cheating, my first instinct wasn't to confront her, but to avoid being seen as her wife. Did I truly love her, or was I just concerned with saving face? I pondered this for a long time, unable to find out. Before I'd even finished half the bottle, I was completely out of it. What a pathetic man, I couldn't even last a few sips. As I collapsed, I was still thinking about picking my daughter up from school tomorrow, Friday. To be continued…

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