My wife is like a slave

(one)
My wife and I met in college. She was the most beautiful girl in the finance department next door, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was the most beautiful girl on campus. She was very pretty and had a delicate and charming appearance.
Jing is tall and sexy, with an exceptional temperament. She's considered the dream girl of all the boys in our school. The moment I saw her, I knew she was the one for me.
What I love in life.
Through tireless effort and perseverance, overcoming countless competitions and challenges, I finally won her heart and won her over. Of course, my conditions also...
Not bad. I consider myself tall, imposing, and handsome. Not only was I a key point guard on the school basketball team, but my academic performance was also among the best in the department. At that time, I...
They were hailed as the golden couple at school.
The years my wife and I spent dating during university were not only romantic and heartwarming, but also filled with the passion and aspirations of young people. On the eve of graduation...
One night, my wife gave me her virginity, and we embraced for the last time, making a lifelong vow.
After we both graduated with excellent grades from our prestigious universities, my wife went on to work at a large state-owned bank, and I initially worked at a well-known company.
We met at a multinational corporation, and subsequently married. The following year, we had a lovely daughter. However, I later became dissatisfied with the monotonous daily routine...
Tired of the monotonous job, I chose to start my own business and co-founded a company with several like-minded classmates and friends.
The road to entrepreneurship is indeed difficult. I have also doubted whether it was the right decision to quit my well-paying job and choose to start my own business, but my wife has given me her greatest support.
She not only took excellent care of the household, allowing me to focus on my work without any worries, but also, in the early stages of my business, she used all her savings and borrowed money from her parents to support me.
She constantly encouraged and comforted me when I encountered setbacks, and went to great lengths to help me. At that time, I felt she was a beautiful angel sent down from heaven, and I was so grateful to have her.
The luckiest thing in my life.
My wife's support and encouragement gave me confidence and courage. I made great strides in business, and gradually things went smoothly. The company's business grew steadily.
My career is progressing steadily, and my wife, with her outstanding business skills, has been promoted to branch manager. Our daughter, who is growing up, is also intelligent and quick-witted.
My life was filled with sunshine because of this adorable little guy. But an unexpected flight delay changed my whole life.
It was a day in October. I needed to go to Guangzhou for work. After dinner, my wife drove my daughter to the airport.
Since my company entered the Guangzhou market, I often spend more than ten days a month there. My wife has complained about this, but in the end she understands.
Jie supported me, and everything went smoothly that day. My wife and I hugged goodbye tenderly, and I held my daughter tightly, reluctant to put her down. Finally, seeing that it was almost time for my flight, I went inside.
Enter the security checkpoint.
After entering the waiting area, I waited and waited, but there was no notification to board. My flight was at 9 PM, and I waited until after 10 PM when the airport suddenly announced that...
The aircraft malfunction could not be resolved, and the flight was cancelled. The airline sent a manager who repeatedly apologized to the passengers and arranged for them to stay at an airport hotel that evening.
Regarding accommodation, I changed my flight to 8 a.m. tomorrow. I thought that rather than spending the night at the airport, I might as well go home and come back tomorrow morning.
So I left the airport and took a taxi home. The drive from the airport to home took about twenty minutes. I initially wanted to call my wife in the car, but then I thought...
I gave up the idea of giving her a surprise, but I didn't expect that I would surprise myself instead of my wife.
Soon, the taxi arrived at the community entrance. I got out, paid the fare, and looked up at the windows of my house. It was dark, with no lights on. I wondered if my wife and daughter were...
Were they already asleep? I opened the door, and everything in the house was as usual, exactly as it was when we left that night, except it was quiet and no one was home.
This is strange. Where did my wife and daughter go? Could something have happened to them on their way back from the airport? I'm very worried. I called my wife first, but her phone was switched off.
News; I called my mother-in-law's house again, and my mother-in-law answered the phone. She told me that my wife had dropped off our daughter that evening and left, and she seemed to be in a hurry.
My mother-in-law then asked me, "Weren't you going to Guangzhou on a business trip?" I made an excuse that I was about to board a plane and would call my daughter if I missed her. My mother-in-law said my daughter was asleep.
Should I wake her up? I said no, and then chatted with my mother-in-law for a while before hanging up.
When I hung up the phone, I felt gloomy. Judging from the time my mother-in-law mentioned, my wife took our daughter to her parents' house after leaving the airport, and then left without returning home.
She even turned off her phone. Where did she go?
I sat alone in the living room for a long time, pondering. I rearranged everything I had touched since I came back, then got up and left the house. I carried my suitcase to the community center.
I ordered a coffee and asked for a seat by the window, where I could clearly see the entrance to my apartment building and the community. I smoked a cigarette while...
Looking at the community gate.
I waited for over an hour, almost finishing a pack of cigarettes, before I finally saw my wife's red Mazda drive into the community. Looking at the time, it was almost midnight.
It was just as my flight was about to land. My wife parked the car, got out, and went upstairs alone. A little while later, the lights came on. I took out my phone and called home.
His wife answered the phone quickly.
"You've arrived? Is it cold over there?" My wife asked me with the same concern she always did.
"Not bad. How about the little one?" I asked.
"She went to sleep as soon as she got back, she's so well-behaved!" the wife said with a smile.
"Hmm, what are you doing?" I chuckled inwardly and then asked.
"What else could I do but watch TV all night? These TV shows are so boring, they made me sleepy. If I hadn't been waiting for your call, I would have gone to sleep."
"Okay, then you should go to sleep early. I'm hanging up now."
"You too, take care of yourself over there, don't overwork yourself, and give me a call before you come back."
After I hung up the phone, a chill ran through me. My wife had lied to me. We've always been honest with each other; I trusted her, and she trusted me.
I don't recall her ever lying to me, but she lied to me about tonight. Why is that? She took me to the airport, and then immediately...
The daughter was sent to her parents' home and didn't return until almost midnight, nearly three hours later. Where did she go during that time?
I got up and left the club. Instead of going home, I took my luggage and wandered aimlessly into the street, thinking about what had been wrong with my wife lately. I thought about it for a long time.
I've been searching for a long time, but I can't recall any clues. When I was home, she went to get off work and came home on time every day, without any unusual phone calls or text messages. In bed, we...
It was very harmonious and intimate; the passion didn't wane at all. Later, I felt tired from walking, and looking up, I saw a small hotel, so I stayed there, exhausted.
Go inside.
The next day, I still went to Guangzhou early in the morning. I decided to talk about my wife's matter when I got back. During my days in Guangzhou, I was constantly distracted, my mind filled with thoughts of that night.
During this time, my wife and I spoke on the phone several times, and her concern for me remained unchanged. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have been able to find any reason to believe it.
She was suspected.
After spending more than a week in Guangzhou, I returned to Beijing as planned. My wife and daughter picked me up at the airport, and we went to Wangfujing for dinner, followed by a trip to the cinema.
I watched the new animated film "Kung Fu Panda" with my daughter. The little one laughed non-stop, and the whole family had a wonderful time. She fell asleep quickly after we got home that night.
The wife went into the bathroom to shower first.
After I finished showering, I went into the bedroom and found my wife waiting for me in a sheer, see-through nightgown. It was completely revealing underneath, her beautiful figure almost naked.
Now, her full, rounded breasts and the dark, glossy pubic hair between her legs were fully exposed before my eyes. My desire flared up instantly, and I grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed, eagerly...
He used both hands to tear open her nightgown.
My wife's tenderness intoxicated me as always. We kissed each other, my hands caressing her full, firm breasts, teasing the two lovely nipples.
红嫩的蓓蕾。妻子很快就喘息连连，拉着我的手放进她的双腿中间，我摸到她已经湿透了的阴户，滑腻腻的淫水沾
满了我的手指，我忍不住埋头亲吻妻子的乳房，嘴唇顺着那雪白丰软的乳球一直吻到她的腹部。
妻子的小腹柔滑平坦，看不到半点赘肉，纤细的腰肢柔美动人，如果不是肚脐下有一道淡淡的浅白色刀痕，很
难让人相信她是有过生育的女人。那是妻子生女儿时破腹产留下的痕迹，可在我眼中，这道刀痕却是如此的美丽，
我可爱的小天使就是由这里来到人世的。
妻子被我的吻弄得躁动不安，喘着气说：「别……别弄了，好痒……」
我却没有一点停止的意思，反而用手分开她的双腿，埋首於她敏感湿润的肉穴中，用嘴吮吸她阴唇和阴蒂，用
舌头舔弄她的阴道口。妻子的呻吟声更大了，一双修长的美腿紧夹住我的头，双手抓着我的头发，腰臀不停地扭动
抽搐，没多久她就喘息着高潮了。
我从妻子的胯间抬起头，嘴里全是她淫水的味道，她的屁股下面也浸湿了一
大块，我把她的双腿架上肩，坚硬已久的阴茎「噗滋」一声插进她的阴道，妻子微皱着眉头呻吟了一声，我顶
着她的下身就抽送起来。
妻子的阴道又湿又热，嫩滑的阴肉紧夹着我的肉棒磨蹭，滋味舒爽无比。我喘着粗气快速地抽动着阴茎，不时
低下头去吻她的嘴，妻子的情绪也被我调动起来，双手抓住我的胳膊，成熟丰腴的身体像蛇一样在我身下不停扭动。
她哼叫着的呻吟声更是柔媚动人，让我热血沸腾，我的动作越来越快，最後终於忍不住狠狠顶进她的阴道深处，
哆嗦着射出精液。妻子在那一刻也发出忘情的呻吟，整个人在我身下不停地抽搐，双手死死抱着我的脖子，双腿用
力夹紧我的腰，我感到她的阴道也在一阵一阵的剧烈抽缩，像一张小嘴似的吸吮着我的龟头，直到我射精结束，她
的阴道里仍是颤动不止。
云收雨歇之後，我和妻子相拥着躺在床上聊天，说着说着我突然又想起那晚的事。我望着怀里的妻子，她已经
是年过三十的人了，但她白皙丰腴又修长的胴体依然性感迷人，娇美的容颜丝毫没有留下岁月的痕迹，相比年轻时
的青涩，反而多出了一分成熟的韵味，这样的女人确实是任何男人的恩物，相信没有人能抵挡她的诱惑，但她现在
还是只属於我一个人吗？
我被这个问题折磨得心神不宁，好几次我都想开口直接问她，但不知道为什麽，我没有问出口。
接下来的日子我暗暗留意着妻子的表现，但两个多月下来也没发现她有什麽不正常的地方，想来还是我多心了
吧！可就在我要放下心来时，又一件事情发生了。
那天快下班时，我在公司接到妻子的电话，她告诉我晚上有工作要加班，让我去接女儿，我问她要加班到几点，
我去接她，她说不定时候弄完，让我回家，不用等她了。
我放下电话後，不知为什麽总觉得不对，打电话给父母，让他们去接女儿，接着我驾车去了妻子工作的那座银
行大楼，我把车停在一处小巷口，从这里能远远看见银行大楼的正门和停车场出口。
下班的时间到了，熙熙攘攘的人流涌出大楼，人走得差不多了，也没见妻子出来，可能她真的要加班吧！我正
在为自己的多疑好笑时，突然看见妻子走出了大楼，她站在街边左右观望着，好像在等待什麽，我心里顿时一沉；
又过了一会儿，只见妻子的红色马自达从地下停车场驶出，停在她的身边，妻子打开门坐了进去，车子马上向前方
驶出。
我连忙发动汽车跟了上去，刚才妻子的车开出来时，我隐约看见一个男人坐在驾驶座上，穿得好像也是银行的
工作制服，但那人的面目我没看清楚。这时我的心里又酸又痛，看着前面的妻子的车就想撞上去，但我明白现在不
是冲动的时候，毕竟我还没有确实的证据。
我怕妻子认出我的车，就远远的吊在後面，中间隔了两三辆车，哪知那人开车很快，几下就冲过了几条街区，
我最後没能跟住，被一个红灯拦了下来。
我垂头丧气的回到家，灯也不开，一个人坐在黑漆漆的客厅里，感觉自己的整颗心彷佛都被人给掏空了。自个
打开冰箱，将里面的十几罐啤酒全拿了出来，一口接一口的喝着，啤酒喝完了，又喝红酒，不一会酒劲上来了，感
觉天旋地转的，就这样倒在沙发上睡着了。
等我在醒来时已经是深夜了，我被移到了床上，透过门缝，我看见妻子在客厅里忙碌着，我喝醉後吐了一身一
地，脏衣服已经被换下来了，身上也被擦乾净了。妻子听到我醒来，连忙进来了，给我倒了杯水又拿来醒酒药让我
吃下，责怪的说：「看我不在家，你喝那麽多干吗？这样很伤身体的。」
我没有说话，看着她为我忙忙碌碌的样子，我一下了有些心酸，最後推说公司里的事情有些不顺，心情不好就
喝多了。妻子依偎着我说公司的事不要紧，那些都是身外物，要注意身体，又说我和女儿才是她最重要的，说完又
去收拾客厅
了。看到她忙碌的身影，我真不知怎麽问她。
自从那次後，不知道妻子是不是觉察到了什麽，她对我更加的关怀备至，每天下了班都是早早回家，做好我爱
吃的饭菜等我，把我穿的衣服洗净熨好，一到休息日就拉着我和女儿出去游玩。
我保持不动声色的样子，和妻子在一起时都尽量表现得正常，我不想打草惊蛇，我要查出那个男人到底是谁，
从那天所见，我知道这个人应该是她的同事。
我也暗里托人查了一下妻子工作的银行，但没有什麽收获，想想也是，这种偷情的事，当事人都会加倍小心，
如果他们掩饰得好，旁人很难察觉。
经过几天的深思熟虑後，我告诉妻子下个星期要去广州，可能要半个多月，随後我开始照自己的计划安排，吸
取上次跟丢了车子的教训，我找了个藉口开出妻子的车，到汽车公司安装了一个ｇｐｓ定位装置，随後我又在离家
不远的一个酒店订了个房间，又租了一辆轿车，跟着我去买了摄影机、望远镜、数码相机等等。
等到了走的那天，妻子像往常一样送我去机场，和她一分开，我就径直出了机场，住进租好的酒店。那个房间
的位置是我专门挑选的，从视窗可以完全监视我家社区的出入口，还能看见我家的阳台。
接下来的几天，我白天开着车跟踪妻子上班，晚上也用望远镜观察家里的情况。但让我失望的是，妻子的行踪
非常规律，每天早上上班，下了班就接女儿回家，便不再出门，偶尔出去不是逛商场就是看望两边的父母。
一个星期下来，我抓不到任何的线索，但我不能就此断定她没有问题，我已经知道那个人可能是妻子的同事，
她在办公室里的情况我并不能监视。就在我几乎要放弃时，事情又有了转折。
那一天，我像往常一样守在妻子单位门口，下班後妻子的车没有开往女儿学校的方向，而是往城西驶去，我开
着车跟着她，只见她的车七拐八转的，最後在一个健身俱乐部停了下来，不久一个高大帅气小伙子从楼上下来，钻
进她车里，我从车窗玻璃看到，那小子坐进车里时，还亲了一下妻子的脸。
我按压着心中的怒火，开着车一直跟着他们到了一家高档酒店，远远看到两人从车上下来，那男的搂着我妻子
的腰走进酒店大门，其间那小子不时低下头在妻子耳边说什麽，还用手拍打她的屁股，妻子好像很高兴，时不时地
伸手去拧那男人的脸。
我等他们走进了酒店，也将车开进停车场，停在妻子的车旁边，接着拿出电话，拨了妻子的号码。手机铃声响
了一会儿，妻子接通了，我装作语气平和的问道：「下班了吗？在干什麽呢？」
「哦，逛街呢！想买条裙子。」妻子的声音有些不自然。
「小家伙呢？」
「我让我爸去接她了，她昨天就吵着要去姥姥家，我一会儿也要过去。」
「是吗？爸妈身体还好吧？」
「好的，他们还叨念着你呢，你什麽时候回来？」
「大概还要几天。你一个人在家辛苦了。」
「没什麽。回来前记得给我打电话，我去接你。」
「嗯，那没事我先挂了。」
我挂了电话，刚才妻子的手机里很安静，不时有悠扬的音乐声，我想他们不是在房间里就是在餐厅。我拿出事
I put on the hat and sunglasses I had prepared beforehand, entered the hotel, and went up to the Western restaurant on the second floor. Sure enough, I heard the same music as before. I quickly slipped into the restaurant and found a...
I sat down in a secluded, shady spot and began looking around.
The restaurant waitress approached me warily. Indeed, my actions had been somewhat furtive, and I was wearing an inappropriately large hat and sunglasses.
I had already spotted my wife; she and that man were sitting not far away by the window, separated from me by a floral curtain, chatting and laughing.
Appearance.
"Sir, would you like to order?" The pretty waitress asked in a cold tone.
"Give me a single-person meal," I replied curtly, taking off my hat and sunglasses—those two items were really too conspicuous in this environment.
Wearing it again would only attract more attention. It's really laughable, the adulterer...
The adulterous woman openly flirts and banters, while her husband, who is supposed to catch her in the act, does so furtively.
I began to scrutinize my wife closely; her outfit today was exceptionally striking—a well-fitting pale yellow Meridow women's suit with a short skirt.
Her long, slender legs were encased in alluring flesh-colored stockings, and she wore Burberry high heels that matched her outfit. Even while seated, she exuded a captivating charm.
I noticed her tall and beautiful figure, her long, glossy black hair piled high on her head, and her beautiful face adorned with light makeup. Her elegant and dignified demeanor naturally radiated an aura that was captivating.
It attracts attention on its own initiative.
I stared at the man again. He wasn't very old, probably in his early twenties, with fair skin and strikingly handsome features. I looked at him...
I felt like I recognized him, and then suddenly it dawned on me that I remembered who he was.
The boy named Tao was my wife's subordinate at the same bank. He was several years younger than her and had only graduated from school a few years prior. Once, I accompanied my wife to...
I met this guy once at a gathering of my colleagues. Back then, he kept calling me "Brother Feng, Brother Feng." Later, for a while, I often heard my wife...
When my wife mentioned him, she said he was very capable and likable. I didn't pay much attention at the time, and later I stopped hearing her say anything about him.
At that moment, I felt a surge of heat rush to my head, and I wanted to grab a bottle and charge at them, but I forcibly suppressed my anger. I took out my digital camera...
I turned off the flash because the waitress there kept staring at me with unfriendly eyes. I could only use one hand to cover my eyes and secretly take pictures under the table.
He took a picture with his wife.
During the photo shoot, I discovered something else that disturbed me: the guy under the table kept rubbing his leg against his wife's leg. At first, his wife tried to avoid it.
Then he stopped moving. The guy simply put one foot between his wife's legs, his knee pressed against the inside of her thigh. Then he put one hand on her too.
He rested his hand on his wife's thigh under the table and stroked it back and forth.
I felt both angry and bitter. My wife's long, shapely legs had always been one of the most attractive parts of her body. Her legs were indeed very beautiful, with a graceful and straight shape.
His legs are perfectly proportioned, in no way inferior to those of professional leg models. Because of this, my wife especially loves wearing skirts, stockings, and high heels, a habit she maintains even in winter.
No changes.
However, now, those beautiful legs that were once mine are in the hands of another man, and I feel an extreme tightness in my chest.
By this point, I had lost all interest in taking any more pictures. I got up, paid the bill, and left the restaurant. Alone, I sat in a corner of the hotel lobby, pondering what to do next.
What should I do? Should I go in and confront them, lie to my wife, and then get a divorce; or should I pretend I don't know anything, show my wife more care, and slowly win her back? I've thought about it for a while.
There is still no conclusion.
About half an hour later, I saw my wife and that guy come out of the restaurant. The guy had one arm around my wife's waist, looking all arrogant.
However, I have to admit that this guy does have the looks to attract women. Not only is he handsome, but he's also tall and strong, looking at least 1.85 meters tall.
His wife, who is 1.7 meters tall and wearing high heels, still looks petite and delicate next to him.
The two walked slowly towards the hotel elevator. The wife's steps were a little hurried, as if she was very nervous. I knew they must have booked a room in advance. I looked...
They took the elevator up, eventually stopping on the 12th floor. I had entertained clients here before and knew the 12th floor was the hotel's best luxury floor.
In the suite, I could almost see my wife and that man embracing each other, lying on the soft Simmons mattress, my wife's clothes being stripped off piece by piece, until finally...
The wife lay naked beneath the man, writhing and moaning.
Unable to contain my anger, I went up to the 12th floor. I didn't know which room they had booked, so when I asked the floor attendant, they were very polite.
With a very professional attitude, he said to me, "I'm sorry, sir, we cannot disclose the guest's information."
I had no choice but to go downstairs again, hoping to get some information from the front desk, but was politely refused by the hotel staff once more. By this time, I was almost going crazy; I couldn't...
He endured the humiliation of his wife having an affair upstairs while he waited downstairs, and dialed her number again.
The phone rang for a long time before being answered. His wife's slightly breathless voice came through the receiver: "What's wrong? Why are you calling again?"
"Where are you now?" I asked her directly.
"Oh, the bank called just now, there were some things to take care of, so I went back to the office."
"Really? It's so quiet where you are."
"Yeah, we're working overtime, there aren't many people here. I'll call you back later!"
"Fuck you! I'm in the lobby of the XX Hotel right now, you get down here right now!" I finally couldn't hold back and yelled, startling everyone around me.
I was startled, and even the hotel security guards came over.
I slammed down the phone in a huff, sat down with a livid face, and watched me from a distance without coming over, perhaps intimidated by my expression.
Alright! After waiting a few minutes, my wife came out of the elevator. She was pale and walked hurriedly to me with her head down.
I really wanted to slap her, but seeing her panicked and timid look, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. In all the years since we met and got married, I've never laid a finger on her.
He's never been one to say a harsh word to her, but this was the first time I'd ever yelled at her like that on the phone.
"Feng, what is it? Let's talk about it when we get back, okay?" my wife said to me in a pleading tone.
"Hmph, where's that kid? Take me upstairs to see him." I said in a stern voice, my face grim.
The wife trembled slightly and whispered, "Don't be like this. It's my fault. It has nothing to do with him. When we get back, you can hit me or scold me. I'll do anything you want."
Hearing her say that only fueled my anger. I snapped, "I told you to take me upstairs, are you going to or not?"
"Stop making a scene, please, have some decency, okay?" The wife was already sobbing softly.
"I'm giving you face, but what about my face? Are you really going to protect him?" My voice rose, my fists clenched tightly, and I was trembling with anger.
"Don't be angry, I didn't mean it that way. I'll take you upstairs."
My wife was startled by my anger. She turned around and led me into the elevator. I looked at her disheveled hair, slightly messy dress, and the missing stockings.
Her smooth, lustrous legs were exposed, and my anger surged up.
My wife led me to room 1226. She swiped her key card to open the door, and I rushed inside, only to find it completely empty.
The suite was spacious, and the only double bed in the room was clean and tidy, with the bedding neatly arranged, showing no signs of anyone having slept there. A lone chair stood alone.
The chair was placed in the center of the room, and a ball of red rope was piled under it.
I searched the bathroom and closet again, but still found nothing. It seems that kid has already slipped away.
I was so angry I lost my temper. I thought that just staring at the elevator would stop the person from escaping. But there are emergency exits in this building besides the elevator. My anger just ran out.
There is nowhere to vent.
I went back into the room and searched carefully. My wife had closed the door and was sitting on the bed with her head down, not daring to say a word. The boy looked like he'd run very fast; he'd even lost a sock.
Under the bed, my wife's stockings were lying at the foot of the bed, and I also found a black leather bag behind the bedside table. I remembered that this bag was the one that guy brought. I opened it...
But when I saw it, I was quite shocked.
The bag was crammed full of over twenty electric dildos, plastic vibrators, and vibrating eggs of various styles and sizes, as well as all sorts of metal items.
Small clips, a large plastic syringe, an unidentified ointment, a whip, a vulvar speculum, etc., in addition to several strings of plastic balls tied together with rope, each string
The plastic balls come in different sizes and quantities, and there are also several types of gynecological vulvar dilators.
Shocked, I glanced at my wife. She had been uncomfortable when I took the purse, and now her face was flushed red, her hands hanging limply in front of her chest. Although...
I'd never used these things before, but I knew a little about their uses. Then I remembered the chair and red rope in the center of the room, and suddenly it dawned on me—my wife didn't...
It wasn't just cheating; she also engaged in these perverted sex games with that guy. [The End]

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