Whose child is it?

As soon as I stepped into the house, Lingling handed me slippers . Her warm greeting made me feel how lucky I am to be her husband. Seeing Lingling wearing a light yellow
loungewear set with a light blue lace apron, I couldn't help but think that her beautiful figure was hidden by these simple clothes.

Speaking of my wife, Lingling, her measurements are 34C-23-34, she is 165 cm tall and weighs 47 kg. She also has a pretty and charming face and
a gentle voice. Although we have known each other for more than five years and been married, I still never tire of listening to her.

Recently, due to work needs, I moved to live near the company for convenience and go home about once a week. Although I feel very sorry for Lingling,
she encouraged me to work hard and not worry about her. Therefore, I try to spend my free time on weekends at home.

"Lingling, are you tired these past few days? Let me give you a massage tonight."

Seeing my lovely wife, I felt something was off. About half an hour later, Lingling came and told me to take a shower. I thought if something was wrong, she would
tell me, so I didn't ask.

(II) The Secret Comes to Light

One day, the company suddenly assigned me a three-day business trip, even though the work could have been completed in just one day. I later learned that the manager
had given me two extra days to go home and rest and spend time with my family because of my hard work. I thanked the manager gratefully and returned home after work,
stepping through the door with a joyful heart. But I found that this joy vanished in the blink of an eye.

Because I usually come home on weekends and holidays, I'm not very familiar with what's going on at home. When I got home and didn't see Lingling, I assumed she had gone out to
buy groceries, so I took a nap in the guest room. When I woke up, I heard soft moans, seemingly coming from the master bedroom. So I got up and carefully
stepped across the balcony to the French windows outside the master bedroom. Strangely, the windows were closed, with only a crack showing inside. It looked like it was already
seven or eight o'clock in the evening, so unless someone inside came out to look, it was impossible to see anyone on the balcony. When I saw the bedroom through the crack, I was shocked
because Lingling was having sex with two men I had never seen before.

"Good...good husband, good brother...you're making me feel so good, so good...oh..." Watching Lingling kneeling on the bed, a man penetrating her from behind, while another person
was filming their intercourse with a V8, to be honest, besides anger and surprise, I also felt a bit excited, because I didn't know my wife
could be so lewd, at least she didn't make such lovely moans when we made love.

"Oh...faster...I can't take it anymore...oh...it's over." Seeing Lingling's body trembling violently, it seemed she was about to give up. At this point, I didn't want to come out and stop her anymore,
because this man was very likely Lingling's lover, and I also wanted to see how Lingling would explain herself to me afterward.

Looking back, I saw the man who had just finished standing by the window, and I could only hear moaning sounds. I guessed that Lingling was probably giving another man oral sex.

Since I couldn't see anything, I went back to the guest room and carefully left "my home" for another. As I lay in bed, I didn't know
how I got back there, but I knew that what filled my mind was the scene that had just appeared. Therefore, I found my wife incredibly charming.
Now, my worry is whether I should confront Lingling tomorrow.

(III) Hesitant to speak

The next morning, I returned home with a troubled heart. When I saw Lingling, she looked surprised. Of course, she wouldn't connect it to what happened last night, because I
hadn't left anything behind when I entered the house yesterday, and I had even tidied the room before leaving. I only heard Lingling say, "Why are you home today
?" I thought for a moment and decided not to tell her that I had two days off. I just said, "I'm on a business trip today, so I came home to visit. What,
are you going out?" She seemed hesitant, but I couldn't tell if she felt guilty about last night or had an appointment later. I didn't want to alert her, so I just
said a few words to her and left. I wanted to see what kind of person she really was. Until last night, I was confident that I knew her inside and
out, but after seeing what happened last night, I truly understood what it meant to be "a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea."

After I left, she went home, and I went around to the coffee shop across the street from my house and sat by the window. Since the coffee shop had just opened and
I hadn't been home often lately, the owner and staff didn't really remember me.

Around 2 PM, I saw Lingling wearing a beige dress and a black jacket. She didn't seem to be going grocery shopping, so I decided to
follow her and see where she went.

As the crowd moved in and out, I easily followed Lingling. I saw her walk closer and closer to a residential area, finally stopping in front of an apartment building. She seemed to be thinking about
something before going inside. I followed her in and went up to see what was going on when I saw her enter the elevator.

"Eighth floor, it should be here." I watched as the elevator indicator light stopped on the eighth floor.

I wondered if I should go up and take a look?

(IV) The Peeping Master

Watching Lingling walk into the apartment building, my heart was in turmoil. Although I really wanted to follow her up, I felt uneasy. While pacing back and forth downstairs,
I suddenly saw the elevator coming down from the eighth floor. I cautiously hid in the stairwell and peeked through a crack in the door. I saw my wife and
one of the men who had been in our home the night before emerge. My wife's expression seemed off, but I didn't want to show myself. After they left, I decided to go up to the eighth floor.
Once up, I discovered it was a single-family apartment building with a circular layout, containing eight rooms in total. The master bedrooms were all located towards the back. Strangely, the
building seemed to have no building manager. As I carefully examined the apartment numbers, a woman approached and said, "Sir, are you looking for someone? Is there anything I can help
you with?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I heard someone was looking to rent a room here, so I came up to check, but it seems the owner isn't here."

I made up an excuse to brush it off.

"Really? Oh, Mrs. Wang from the ninth floor wants to rent out a suite. I'll take you there."

She seemed a bit too enthusiastic, and I was speechless for a moment. I thought it would be good to take a look at the surroundings while I was at it.

When I followed the woman up to the ninth floor, I also asked about the building's layout and general interior layout. It really looked like someone who was there to view the apartment.
The moment I stepped into Mrs. Wang's house, I decided to rent it because I had never seen a building so suitable for spying, and it would also make it easier for me to learn more about Lingling's lover's
life.

About a month later, from a bare-bones apartment to an exquisitely furnished, ideal little haven for a single person, seeing all this, it's hard to believe that
I've changed so much for Lingling. For the past month, I've always made excuses not to go home to Lingling, and whenever I have free time, I run over to tidy up the room.

Of course, some tools, such as binoculars and cameras, inevitably entered my home. Based on my observations over this period, Lingling doesn't seem to come every day, but
when she does, it's usually around 2 or 3 pm, and she typically leaves around 5 pm. Therefore, I set my filming time during this period,
setting up a high-magnification V12 camera in my room through the window. Now, I return to this small room almost every day after work to see if there's any progress.
Incredibly, Lingling has a different sexual partner almost every time, and I've been living in this confused yet somewhat exciting life.

(V) The Ending

Today was another day I'd been looking forward to. Back in this small room, I eagerly turned on the TV, plugged in the V12, and saw my wife giving
oral sex to a man. The man's back looked familiar. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I saw the man turn around, pull Lingling up, and thrust himself into my wife's vagina from behind.
Seeing my wife's lustful yet apologetic expression excited me immensely. Suddenly, when I saw the man, I was shocked. He turned out to be
my "comrade" from the army, whom we all called "Black Turtle" because his penis was incredibly large and dark, a full 23 centimeters. Even among Asians, he
was considered an anomaly. Unfortunately, we had gotten along particularly well in the army, and he also knew my wife, Lingling. This was truly perplexing; it seemed
somewhat inappropriate.

Over the next few days, Lingling was no longer seen there.

I took three days off from work to go home and see if Lingling would behave herself from then on.

I returned home with a heavy heart, hoping that I wouldn't find my wife naked and welcoming me home with another man.

"Hi, I'm home! Did you miss me, honey?" I gave a quick "warning" as soon as I walked in. My wife rushed out, beaming
, and said, "Welcome home, my darling husband! Did you forget you had a wife at home? I really, really missed you..." She went on and on.

I had no idea what was going on when I was dragged into the room.

Then, Lingling, like a hungry wolf, stripped off my clothes and squatted down to suck my penis. I was startled by her actions. By the time I realized what was happening
, she had already taken my penis and inserted it into her.

All I could hear was her constant moaning and twisting of her slender waist. The overwhelming flow of her vaginal fluids was horrifying to me. She seemed like a lustful
beast, yearning for a man's violation, and I was the victim.

So I held her and inserted my penis into her vagina as I walked to the bedroom, placed her on the bed, then turned her over and inserted my penis into her vagina from behind.
I felt a warm flow emanating from her body.

"Oh...no...don't stop...oh I'm coming...oh my god!" She climaxed and lay motionless, but I wasn't finished yet. My penis was still
erect inside her. After about two minutes, seeing that she still didn't react, I tried to move, and I seemed to hear soft moans again.

"Hmm...hmm, what's wrong...you weren't this strong before...hmm..." She looked at me with a hint of resentment in her eyes. Suddenly, I remembered her having
sex with two men on this very bed. A surge of excitement washed over me again. In a subconscious state, I felt dizzy and my body
burning like fire. Lingling and I continued our piston-like movements, constantly changing positions. Lingling's moans filled my ears, growing fainter and fainter.
After what seemed like an eternity, I woke up to find Lingling lying naked beside me. I seemed to have forgotten how it had ended, and I didn't want to know. Having
experienced that different kind of feeling, I had decided to let Lingling continue her promiscuous behavior, to let me experience that stimulation again. Therefore,
I didn't reveal her secrets, but continued to observe her every move in private. She continued to change men, but I still couldn't figure out why she always
went to that apartment.

(VI) Postscript

A year later, Lingling gave birth to a baby boy. I was very happy at the time, although I knew that the chances of the baby being mine were very slim, because she seemed to
not take birth control pills when she was "having sex" with other men, let alone condoms. But I still liked this little boy very much. Maybe this was fate.

【over】

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