Wife's Revenge Story

I'm thirty years old, married for almost ten years. My husband is my first and only man, and our married life has been pretty good, except I haven't been able to conceive, so we don't have children. Aside from our great sex life, everything else has been quite ordinary. What more could I ask for?

But in the past year, my husband has undergone a huge change! He ran for office and was elected as a member of parliament from the opposition party. Then his party became the ruling party, and he was appointed to a high-ranking government position as chairman of a public bank—a meteoric rise. In his spare time, he's surrounded by women. He often uses business trips as an excuse to visit other cities instead of staying at home. One day, he asked me to allow him to bring a pregnant girlfriend home to live with him, spouting nonsense like "of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no offspring." He's like a modern-day Chen Shimei (a notorious figure in Chinese folklore known for abandoning his wife), which has devastated me and completely disrupted my life!

We've been married for ten years, stumbling and struggling together through so much: bank debts, my brother Ah Long's gambling debts, his premarital affair, the health and passing of our family elders. Just when things were starting to improve, he immediately went on a wild spree, plunging me into despair. I'm so scared! I'm also incredibly angry, terrified that he'll ruin this hard-won life, destroy everything, and perhaps even completely destroy the marriage I've worked so hard to build over the years! Thinking about this, I feel like I regret ever encouraging my husband to pursue fame and fortune; now he's at his lowest point, and I truly don't know what to do.

This happened on my 32nd birthday this year. My husband said an old friend invited him out for drinks and that he'd be home around 10 pm. I thought we hadn't been intimate in a long time, so I took a shower and got ready to wait for him. I asked the cook to prepare some delicious dishes so we could celebrate and cut the cake together. But I waited until after 1 am and he still hadn't returned. I called him, and the phone rang. He said he was at a karaoke bar and couldn't leave, but he'd be back soon. However, I could hear women laughing in the background, clearly from some kind of entertainment venue. By 3 am, he still hadn't come back. I called him again, but the phone kept ringing and the dial tone kept dropping. I got really angry and worried, so I called again and again…! Finally, the phone was answered. I asked where he was. But he kept stammering and speaking unclearly… I called his driver, who told me that Director Dong hadn't used his car that day. My gut feeling told me he was lying! He must have been bewitched by some vixen again. It wasn't

until the next afternoon, after work, that the driver took him home. We had a huge argument, almost to the point of a physical fight.

After getting angry, he put on some simple clothes, wore sunglasses, hailed a taxi, and went out. I hailed a taxi and followed him to see where he went. I saw him talking on his cell phone in the car. After turning around a few times, he got out by the side of a road. I saw him get out of the car from a distance, so I got out too and hid there to see what he was going to do and where he was going. But then I saw him suddenly get into the front seat of a white sedan parked by the roadside. A long-haired woman was driving, and the car drove away. I thought about hailing a taxi and following him, but I couldn't find one nearby. I could only sigh in frustration and return empty-handed.

For many days afterward, he didn't go home. Every afternoon, I would lie in wait a distance from his company entrance and see that he wasn't taking the company's black sedan, but instead driving a new Toyota van home from work.

I, like the Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains, waited at the company gate every day after work, finally discovering his secret lover's hideout. But the building had tight security; without proper identification, I couldn't cross the line and get inside. Besides, I was afraid it would affect his career. If it got reported, it would be a lose-lose situation, and I wouldn't benefit either.

I spoke to him through the video doorbell while he spoke from upstairs:

"What are you doing? Don't cause trouble at the gate. It won't benefit anyone if you mess things up."

"Open the door, let me in. I want to see your mistress."

"Don't be so hurtful. What mistress? What do you

mean by 'mistress'?" "Stealing someone's husband, what else should you call yourself but a mistress? Your mother? You're shameless!"

"Stop talking nonsense, go back! We'll meet at your house tomorrow night. We'll talk face-to-face."

"Coward!" "You coward, come out here! We'll talk now! Hello! Hello! Hello!"

I frantically pressed the talk button on the walkie-talkie.

"Go back! See you tomorrow," he said, turning off the walkie-talkie.

I was furious! I went home in a huff.

Back home, I went to bed, all alone. No one was there to keep me company. I couldn't sleep all night, my mind racing. In the middle of the night, it started to rain outside, a light drizzle. I thought back to a year ago, before my husband became successful, we used to make love in this same bed. Sometimes, on the night before the weekend, we would make love. Sometimes we would watch porn together and then try to imitate it. It was so beautiful. Who knew that in just over ten months, he would fall in love with a vixen and abandon me? Now I am alone in this cold bed, with no one to share my life with. Even if the flowers bloom, who will care?

Another week has passed, and my husband still hasn't returned. I call him every day, and at first he sounded impatient. Later, he changed his phone number, and then I couldn't get through at all. When I try to call him from the company phone, his secretary always answers, saying the chairman is busy, he's in a meeting, or he's away on business. Even when I do get through, he says he'll be home for dinner tonight. I wait all night, but he's nowhere to be seen. I've resigned myself to less. A man's heart is restless and can't be kept, but even if he's having an affair, I, the thirty-year-old wife, should at least provide for him occasionally. As time goes on, my vagina is starting to rebel against me. Who can I confide in?

Another lonely evening has arrived. The cook and the housekeeper have both gone home, leaving me alone in this huge house. My heart is racing, I feel my hormones surging, and I absolutely must go out for a walk.

I put on light makeup, but wore bright red lipstick and tied my hair in a ponytail like a young girl. I drove out, but I didn't know where to go. I drove aimlessly into the bustling area and eventually arrived at Sizhongxiao East Road. I saw a pub with flashing neon lights, parked the car, handed it to the valet, went inside, found a seat against the wall, ordered a Pink Lady, and slowly sipped it. Thinking about what had happened recently, I couldn't help but feel sad. I lowered my head and wept alone. The men and women sitting next to me were all laughing and joking, while I was all alone, which made me even sadder. When my glass was empty, I ordered a strong tequila, drank it down, and choked, tears streaming down my face.

The night was still young. As the night wore on, the bar filled with more and more customers, the noise from the DJ growing louder and louder. I quietly drank, one glass after another…

I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance; I can probably drink three or four bottles of beer… Perhaps it was because a girl was sitting there quietly drinking that a tall, middle-aged foreigner, over 180cm, slowly walked over and stood in front of me. He asked in heavily accented Chinese, “Miss! May I sit down?” I looked at him, wondering if it was the alcohol or… he really was tall and handsome! My heart suddenly raced. He noticed I was just looking at him without saying anything.

“Excuse me, miss, since you’re alone, how about we chat and make friends?”

A surge of revenge rose within me, my hormones suddenly raging, and I almost breathed, “Sure, please sit down!” He

introduced himself as someone who had lived in Taipei for almost ten years, working as a representative for an American news agency in Taiwan. He bought me another glass of chilled beer, and before I knew it, I had finished my third. I told him I was a little drunk and wanted to go home,

and he thoughtfully asked if I wanted to get some late-night snacks to fill my stomach. I suddenly remembered that the dinner the cook had prepared was still on the table at home, and I hadn't eaten dinner. It was only after he mentioned it that I realized I was really hungry! He then recommended that the food at this pub be pretty good and offered to treat me, saying that dinner was on him and I shouldn't be shy. So I ordered a sirloin steak, and afterwards, I drank two more cocktails... I was definitely about 8 or 9 points drunk.

I was about to leave when he grabbed my hand and asked, "It's not midnight yet, night is still young! Want to come to my place, sit down, listen to some music, and relax?" (I had told him about my husband's affair and how we had argued, so I came here to sulk.) I'm not a woman who's seen much of the world, but I knew what would happen if I went with him. But the alcohol was getting to me, and seeing his muscular physique, I was somewhat tempted. However, I really didn't know how to say "yes" or "no," and just hesitated, unable to speak. I

just stared at him blankly… I knew my face and body were completely red (but under the pub lights, it probably wasn't noticeable). The experienced man noticed my hesitation and smiled, saying, "Darling! Take it easy, it's just a normal date, nothing." "Serious." I gently bit my lower lip and nodded.

His house was nearby, about a three-minute drive. On the way, he kept talking about his things, but I didn't hear a word he said... The alcohol was getting to me; all I could hear was the hum of the car engine, my heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, and my mind was completely blank! When we got to his house, I slumped onto his sofa. He turned on the stereo and played some soft jazz, then poured me a glass of red wine. Then he sat down next to me on my right, gently putting his arm around me. I felt really drunk, very nervous; I really was about to cheat on him!

He suddenly hugged me and kissed me on the lips! His breath smelled like chewing gum, which was quite pleasant. Whether it was the alcohol or a vengeful feeling, I didn't know how to react; my heart was pounding, my face was flushed, my head was spinning, and my breathing was rapid! I don't know how long the kiss lasted, or how I went from sitting on the sofa to lying on the bed. As if it were natural, I pulled down my last remaining piece of clothing, my underwear.

He said, "Sit up and let's take a shower!"

I really wanted to say, "No! Stop! Let's..." "Stop right here, I don't want to continue!"

But all I heard myself say was, "I'll shower by myself, don't come with me!"

Then he led me into the bathroom and went back to the bedroom. I finished showering! I wrapped myself in a large bath towel and came out! I sat back on the bed after leaving the bathroom, but saw him checking my bag.

I was startled and hurriedly asked him, "What are you doing?"

He said sheepishly, "I'm looking for condoms."

"Did you find any?" I said angrily.

"No!" he said to me with a grin.

He added, "You rest here for a bit! I'll shower, I'll be done soon!"

After he went in, I quickly opened my bag and saw that my wallet, cash, and unlimited credit card were all safe and sound, so I was relieved.

I poured myself a glass of red wine, thinking, whatever, it's already come to this... Let it be, don't think about anything. Actually, I was really drunk and couldn't think about anything. I just closed my eyes, relaxed, took a deep breath, and relaxed completely. This isn't a dream, is it? He can cheat, why can't I?

Not long after, he came out of the bathroom naked, holding a large bath towel, with a half-erect penis hanging between his legs. He sat back down next to me, and seeing me checking my bag, he said awkwardly,

"Don't be nervous, I was just checking if you're a 'ladies' who's out picking up rich guys."

"Am I?" I lowered my guard a bit and looked at him seductively.

"No! No! Because I saw you're a married woman, but you don't look thirty, you have a very baby face, more like you're in your twenties." Hearing him say I looked young made me feel a little flattered.

"You peeked at my ID!" "

Isn't it good for everyone to feel at ease?"

He pulled me into his arms and started kissing me, from my mouth to my neck, chest... He kissed my entire body; his tongue was incredibly skilled. When he kissed my genitals, I truly experienced what an orgasm was like—I felt like I lost control of my bladder! I felt like I couldn't breathe, almost suffocating, my mind was hazy, and my whole body felt out of control! I almost understood the phrase "dying and coming back to life"!

He held me, pressing my buttocks against his huge penis, and kissed me gently, but I could only gasp for breath, my mind blank… He continued to gently kiss my face… His penis was already erect, rubbing against my vaginal opening.

He pointed to his penis and asked, "Can 'him' enjoy it now?"

I looked at his penis, smiled, and gestured with my hands to indicate how long it was, as an answer.

He pulled my hands to his penis, and I saw that it was erect beneath me. I was terrified… I was really scared!

I said, "Yours is too big, I'm afraid I can't handle it!" I looked at his penis; it was much bigger than my husband's, at least 3 to 4 times longer and 1.5 times thicker! That's something you only see in porn! I was so scared I wanted to put my clothes back on and leave immediately… It was terrifying!

He hugged me and said, "Honey, don't worry! I'll be very gentle with you." He started his kissing onslaught again... My mind and body trembled, and I softened.

He was the second man in my life, and I didn't know much about his preferences, so I could only be completely passive, letting him do his foreplay. But he was a seasoned lover, playing with me until I was in ecstasy, my lust surging, and my lower body was dripping wet. When he saw that I was disheveled and unrecognizable, repeatedly lifting my hips for his penis, he finally laid me down on the bed. When he was about to penetrate me, I was really conflicted, both scared and eager! I wanted to witness the crucial moment when he entered me, and my lower body was dripping wet.

I couldn't believe it. I looked down and saw him slowly penetrating me. A wonderful pain came from my lower body, a fullness I had never felt before. He immediately started thrusting rapidly. With each thrust, he reached my cervix, and all I could do was writhe and scream. I clung tightly to his back, my legs clamped around my hips, making loud, incoherent moans.

Involuntarily, I compared him to my husband. We've been married for almost ten years, and even under ideal conditions, our sex life has never lasted more than ten minutes. He, on the other hand, had to constantly withdraw and change positions, preventing continuous pleasure. Today, I learned that women can indeed have multiple orgasms. He thrust for over an hour, giving me one orgasm after another. After a two-minute break, he entered me again, and I orgasmed twice more. I kept moaning until he finished. I wanted to sit down... I got out of bed, but felt completely weak, my legs were trembling, and the floor was slippery, as if several glasses of water had been spilled. There was a large wet patch on the floor and sheets from my earlier ejaculation…!

Afterwards, I drank two glasses of sweet wine to calm my racing heart. We chatted for a bit, and he gave me his phone number and a business card, saying I could contact him anytime. He then took me to a taxi home. It

was almost 2 AM when I got home. I was worried about being caught, but my husband still hadn't returned.

I quickly washed up and went to bed. Because so much had happened that day, I was excited and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. But I kept feeling like his penis was still thrusting into me… I kept reliving the perfect sex we had just had. I warned myself that "one wrong step can lead to eternal regret," and that cheating is something that can only happen once... I should forget about him! At noon, I went to the pub to pick up the car.

The next evening, my husband came home again to negotiate. We argued again, and he demanded ten million for a divorce settlement. I disagreed, and he left angrily. As he walked out the door, I noticed he was wearing what looked like a nice green sports cap, made in the USA, and I felt a little smug, secretly smiling to myself.

Later, my husband came home several more times, and each time he brought up the topic of a divorce settlement, raising his offer to twelve million. I refused each time; even the chairman of a public bank wouldn't ask for that much in a divorce.

After that, I was unhappy every day. The scene of my husband's betrayal kept replaying in my mind: how he kissed that woman, caressed her, and rubbed against her; the way he climaxed. Everything in bed felt so real, I couldn't shake the memory.

But I also kept thinking about my own affair with the American. I told myself, "It's all my husband's fault. If he hadn't stopped me from going to that building that day, I wouldn't have gone to the bar the next day, I wouldn't have met that American, and of course, none of that would have happened. It's all his fault!"

Thinking about that American made my lower abdomen ache, and I frequently urinated. I endured it for a week, but one day I finally couldn't take it anymore. I called the foreigner, saying I just wanted to say hello and apologize for making such a mess of his house. When he answered, he wasn't stupid; he knew it was an excuse. He asked, "Missing me? If you're free tonight, how about we have dinner and have some sex?" "I only gave him some paint once, and he started making lewd jokes at me.

But, Bingo! He really guessed right where I was going.

I immediately agreed and took a car to his house (I didn't dare drive my own car to his house, afraid my husband would hire a private investigator to follow me). I deliberately took the bus around, met him at the Sogo department store, and then we went to the Lianyi Restaurant for dinner. It wasn't even 9 pm when we finished eating.

In the car after dinner, he said, 'Want to come to my house again?'

I pretended to say, 'I'm sorry... I made your house filthy last time!'

He laughed and said, 'The maid cleaned it a long time ago, why leave it until now?'

Actually, going to his house was the purpose of my call, so of course I agreed. But I'm a girl, so I had to be reserved. I hesitated and finally said,

'No, I made your house so filthy, your maid must have scolded me to death.'"

"Alright, I'll take you home first. I'll go to a pub for a drink and see what girls I can pick up today."

My pretentious ladylike act was immediately shattered by him. I reached down and gave his crotch a hard squeeze, saying, "You dare!" He laughed heartily.

We took a car to his house. On the way, I told him that it was my safe period today and we didn't need a condom. He stared at me for a long time, then grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly for a long time. I didn't quite understand what he meant.

After the ordeal at his house last time, he had aroused my lust like a wolf. After tormenting me at home for many days, today in bed, I wasn't as shy as last time. I was much more at ease, and I was even a little insatiable. He was a little surprised by my progress, but he was also more passionate than last time. I could feel the hot, forceful thrust against my cervix when he ejaculated... It felt like every thrust went straight into my uterus! After nearly an hour of sex, he brought me to the brink of ecstasy multiple times. Now I know what "ecstasy" truly feels like! Afterwards, I knew I couldn't make the same mistake again. I had to break free of my infatuation with him and was determined to end this relationship. But less than three days later, I couldn't resist and called him again.

I wondered, was this revenge on my husband, or was I just shameless? But… I've already become averse to intimacy with my husband! He simply can't give me what I want! Before, I was easily satisfied, but now… I've experienced what truly intense, sweaty sex is, something my husband could never satisfy! I don't know what to do. I'm so lost.

I'm already trapped in this, unable to let go. We met secretly several more times afterward—once, twice, many times. To ensure we could have sex without worry, he even got me tested for HIV and STDs. He showed me both our test results; both were negative. He carefully folded the reports.

As time went on, Jack gradually brought out some sex toys and DVDs, and we would occasionally join in, but I wasn't really enthusiastic about them; I only cooperated when Jack was interested.

I also knew that Jack was a real sex machine; he not only knew how to play, but he also had some SM tools and equipment at home. He would play some bondage and handcuff games with me. I found it somewhat fun the first couple of times and cooperated,

but the third time I got bored and didn't want to continue, so he gave up reluctantly.

Another time, when I was making love to him in bed, completely lost in the moment, I suddenly saw a couple making love on the 60-inch TV on the wall, deeply engrossed in their act. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was Jack and me! I was horrified and quickly asked him what was going on. He grinned and said it was one of his hobbies—keeping images of women he had loved. "You are the woman I love most," he said, "of course I have to keep them. Since things have come to this, I have no choice but to keep it a secret. I beg him to keep it a secret and not let anyone else see it."

That foreigner (I'll call him Jack now) gave me a cell phone with his own name on it. He called me and said,

"Honey! I've got you a cell phone. Use this one to call me from now on, so your husband won't find Xi Qiao on your phone and delete everything on your current phone."

My husband has been coming home more often lately because his mistress is pregnant and he's eager to divorce me. He raised his alimony demand to 15 million, but I didn't agree. I won't agree to anything less than 50 million; dragging it out isn't time-consuming for me.

While having sex with Jack, I tested him by asking if he would marry me. He thought for a moment and said,

"Consider it after your marriage is resolved. I also have a marriage to overcome."

A soft rebuff, no answer at all!

One day, Jack called me and said,

"Honey! Tonight, our International Business Club is having a monthly party. It's mandatory to bring your spouse. My wife isn't here, so I'd like to bring you along, okay?"

I was overjoyed; this was a chance to further penetrate his social circle, and I couldn't let it slip by.

To appear more Westernized, I changed into a more revealing and avant-garde Western-style outfit, took a taxi, and went to his apartment building to pick him up so we could go to the party together.

The party was held in a grand mansion on a hillside in the Western residential area of Tianmu. The mansion was quite large, with many tall trees, a yard, and a 25-meter swimming pool. The hosts, a strikingly pale British couple, greeted us very politely. They led us to a tea table by the pool, served us tea, and soon the guests arrived one after another.

There were eight couples in total, making nine couples including the hosts (not necessarily married couples; we were just a couple, for example). Apart from myself, another Chinese woman, and his Japanese male companion, everyone else was Western. Among them was a tall, burly Black man who spoke French; he was several inches taller than Jack, almost 2 meters tall, and his physique was quite impressive.

The hostess took out paper and pen, collected drinks and membership fees from the guests, and also collected health test reports. She then announced the start of the party, opening John Walker whiskey and tequila for everyone to drink. The ladies also had Spanish liqueur. On another small table were various aphrodisiacs, categorized into "hes," "hers," and "uni-sex" drinks (male, female, and unisex), along with a small wooden box for collecting coins.

Jack also bought me a bottle of the women's drink; it was tasteless and bland, like water, leaving no sensation.

I understood the practice of collecting money for shared expenses at private parties, but the collection of health test reports left me somewhat bewildered.

Dance music played in the living room, and everyone drank and danced. Jack and I hugged, kissed, drank, and danced. I hadn't danced in a long time, and the gloom of being at home all day vanished. I was overjoyed and in a great mood. After a few dances, we exchanged partners, and I danced wildly with everyone.

I also drank several glasses of sweet wine and walked with John, and even drank two glasses of tequila. I was extremely excited, but during the dance, my male partner was not behaving properly. Someone touched my lower body with a hard object.

The dance music in the living room stopped, and the 60-inch TV started playing an American porn film. It showed a white woman having sex with a black man with a huge penis, and everyone gathered around to watch.

I'd seen Japanese porn before, but never anything so explicit about black men in American porn. A little drunk and carried away, I sat among the crowd, completely absorbed in the film. Suddenly, I felt someone reach under my skirt and into my thong. I thought it was Jack teasing me, and I even helped him pull down his thong a little to make it easier for him. When he touched my clitoris, my head suddenly went blank, and my vagina started producing a lot of lubricant. My mind went blank.

Suddenly, I looked up and saw Jack on the other side of the living room sofa, having sex with a Scandinavian woman. She saw me watching him and turned to wink at me. I realized someone else had touched my clitoris. Turning around, I saw it was the French man. Alcohol made me impulsive, and I suddenly understood Jack's real purpose in bringing me here.

That's when I realized I'd entered a veritable international wife-swapping club. Under someone else's roof, there was no turning back; I'd already shaved my head. That night, influenced by the lewd atmosphere, I somewhat gave in to my own urges. I shook my long, flowing hair, stripped naked, and became completely open. I don't know if it was the influence of that drink or the two months of Jack's influence, but I, who was originally extremely conservative and chaste, had become a shameless slut, accepting one wife after another for exchange. I remember having sex in my upstairs room with a blond guy from Costa Rica, with a fat guy from Chicago by the pool, and with a German gentleman on a private bar table, legs spread wide. A black guy bought me a drink, and I had sex with a big black guy in front of the TV. I also had sex with Jack, only to find out how potent the drink was; my lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, and all I could think about was being penetrated. I went crazy into the master bedroom and had a threesome with a British couple. I became the party star, the object of everyone's attention, having sex with everyone like crazy. I also had sex with a Brazilian girl named Victoria, and we went crazy until dawn. I can't remember how many rounds we did; I only know that my vaginal opening was red, swollen, and painful, but I was still excited. And I was elected the party queen. The Japanese guy chased after me, taking all sorts of pictures. Before dawn, everyone was exhausted and went their separate ways. I was also physically exhausted, but my mind was still full of excitement and I couldn't fall asleep. The party ended, and everyone agreed to meet again next time to learn more from like-minded people.

I don't know how Jack got me home. I woke up the next afternoon to find Jack in my bed, which startled me. Luckily, my husband hadn't come back yet, but the cook and his wife had arrived long ago.

I had completely betrayed my husband and fallen into an abyss from which I couldn't escape.

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