Exposed slutty wife

My wife is 30 years old this year. We've been married for five years, and I always thought she was just slightly frigid. However, six months ago, I accidentally discovered that she wasn't frigid at all, but also an exhibitionist. It turns out that normal sexual intercourse couldn't satisfy her sexual needs. That night, my wife was working overtime, and around 10:30 pm, I suddenly thought of going up to the 18th-floor rooftop for some fresh air. I hadn't been up there since we moved in. As I strolled to the stairwell of Building F (I live in Building D), I heard voices coming from the elevator machine room. Curiosity led me to investigate. I overheard a man and a woman having an obscene conversation. The woman seemed to be begging the man to have sex with her, but the man was deliberately teasing her and demanding she perform various lewd acts. He said he would have sex with her if she climbed around the rooftop once. Hearing them walking down, I quickly retreated to the rooftop and hid behind a large ventilation duct in the corner. A while later, I saw a man peek over the rooftop, and then I saw a completely naked woman crawl out like a dog, with a pair of high heels dangling from her buttocks. The heels were clearly inserted into her anus and vagina. She seemed afraid the heels would fall out, so she didn't dare crawl too fast, occasionally reaching out to hold onto the heels stuck in her buttocks. When she crawled back to the stairwell doorway, the man kicked off his slippers and used his toes to rub the woman's breasts, while pulling her long hair with one hand. Later, the woman even sucked on the man's toes. Then the man seemed to curse (I vaguely heard the words "slut"), mumbled a few more words, and the woman tilted her head back, opening her mouth to receive the saliva the man spat at her; she clearly swallowed it all. Then they returned to their original spot. At that moment, my whole body stiffened, I had difficulty breathing, and my head was ringing as if I had been hit hard. Although I didn't know the man, I knew the woman very well—she was my wife. Although it was dark, the long hair and face were unmistakably my wife of five years. (Wasn't she...wasn't she working overtime at the company? How could this happen? Was she forced? But she just asked that man to have sex with her! How long have they been having this relationship? Do they often have affairs here? Who is that man? Should I stop them? What should I do?) Our building was only completed a little over a year ago, and we've only moved in four months (at the time of the incident). Less than 35% of the units are occupied, and very few people come up to the rooftop. I don't know how long I stood there stunned, my mind a jumbled mess, wandering to the stairwell door, hesitating whether to confront the adulterous couple. Then I heard my wife's faint moans. This sudden shock left me speechless. Later, like a zombie, I dragged my heavy steps home, not wanting to spy any longer, nor exposing them, and lay on the bed, lost in thought. Around 11:30 PM, my wife came home. Seeing me lying in bed, not asleep, she said, "Ugh! I'm exhausted. My boss went on a rampage today, and our team is practically worn out!" After saying that, seeing I didn't react, she went to take a shower. I didn't sleep all night, my mind racing with all sorts of unrealistic ideas. Ever since discovering my wife's affair and perverse behavior on the rooftop, the thought of revenge had been swirling in my mind. I had imagined many methods, even considering hiring some thugs to beat the man up and then gang rape my wife. But reason told me that was impossible, and besides, I didn't know any gangsters, and the consequences would be severe. Moreover, I'm not a heartless person. Although I was filled with resentment for the first few days, I calmed down after a few days and decided to deal with it in a more traditional way. First, I haven't had sex with my wife for a while (we don't do it often anyway). Since she's so promiscuous, she'll definitely get carried away, and I'll catch her again eventually. As for this marriage, I think it's unsustainable. I can't let those two get away with it after I've been cheated on. I plan to work with the police to catch them in the act and ruin their reputations. I called the police station to inquire about catching them in the act, but the answers I received were disheartening. The police seemed to prefer avoiding trouble, making excuses about issues like identification, it wasn't their responsibility, they could only act as a notary, and there were issues about identifying the people, the event, and the location, jurisdictional issues, etc. I was completely confused. Basically, they wanted a specific location and that it happened within their jurisdiction before they would cooperate. Because my job requires a lot of autonomy, I've been almost completely distracted from work lately. I'm especially vigilant on days when my wife has to work overtime. To avoid alerting her, I didn't dare call her company to verify (I'd never done that before). Instead, I went to monitor her near her workplace (a real chore, having to be furtive, like I was the one doing something wrong). I followed her several times, but nothing seemed amiss. Finally, two weeks later, around 7:30 pm one evening, I saw my wife rush downstairs, hail a taxi, and leave. I was certain she was going to meet her lover, since she had her own car; why would she take a taxi? So I quickly put on my helmet and followed her at a distance on my bike. Soon, I reached an interchange. When I turned off the motorcycle lane, I found a dozen or so taxis crammed onto the car-only pedestrian bridge. By the time I reached the other side of the bridge, I'd lost her. I was frantic. I knew she wasn't going home (damn it! She was definitely at a hotel with her lover). I was furious, but helpless. After circling the area several times without success, I had no choice but to go home dejectedly. I turned on the TV when I got home. Although my eyes were glued to the screen, all I could think about was the scene I'd seen on the rooftop that day. Eventually, I couldn't bear the torment any longer, and regardless of whether I'd alerted her, I called my wife's TV around 9:30. But there was still no call back by 10:00, and I didn't dare call again (a moment of impatience could ruin everything). Finally, around 11:00, my wife came home. Seeing me sitting in the living room watching TV, she said, "Do we have any AA batteries left? I called and the TV's dead." (Damn! She's so cunning! She struck first!) "Look in the drawers. Couldn't you have bought some on the way home?" "I only realized it when I was almost home. I thought we should have some more. I'll use them up first and then buy more!" When I turned to talk to her, I noticed water stains on her pale yellow shirt and skirt. When her uneasy gaze met mine, she quickly looked away and walked to the low cabinet, saying, "Well... let me see!" Actually, I didn't want to expose her right now, so I smoothed things over by saying, "No wonder you didn't reply when I called!" "Oh... didn't you call the company?" (In a tentative tone) "No! It's nothing much. I was just thinking of asking you to bring back a pack of cigarettes, but since you're busy, never mind." She said with a sigh of relief, "Sigh~ You're so lazy!" (Damn it! She's taken the initiative.) "Look! My colleague spilled tea all over me, I don't know if I can wash it off." "Oh..." I replied, feigning indifference. I was surprised at my own ability to "endure" this. This cuckoldry was guaranteed to be the greenest and brightest in the world. Either I underestimated this slut's reaction speed, or they had already planned it, or she was truly "slutty" enough to get away with it without any guilt. Later, she hurriedly went to take a shower, and the night passed uneventfully on the western front. Afterwards, I went to her company to monitor her twice more but found nothing, and I was considering hiring a professional investigation company. That day, she called my phone saying she had to work overtime, and I didn't bother to follow her. After finishing my work, I returned home around nine o'clock. When my car was almost at the gate, I unexpectedly ran into my wife. She looked at me with surprise and embarrassment. I stopped the car and asked her to get in (my car was parked in the underground parking lot, while my wife's car was parked outside). "Is your car parked far away?" "Uh…yes…" she said somewhat awkwardly. "I wanted to take a walk to get some exercise." "Weren't you supposed to work overtime today?" "Yes... but I came back early since there wasn't anything else." (What a liar! Why work overtime if there's nothing wrong? The boss is rich! And you can exercise anytime, why park so far away?) I suspected there was more to this than met the eye, so I casually told her in the elevator, "I have to go out later, I have an appointment with a client in Nantou, we might have to drink a bit, I don't think I'll be back before 2 o'clock." "Why so late?" "I can't help it! That guy only has time then, and he won't be happy unless I have a drink with him." "Oh... drink less later!" "I hope so too! But you can't always do what you're told!" After entering the house, I deliberately dawdled, and she didn't even change her clothes, and she seemed distracted while watching TV. I checked the time, it was almost 9:30, and told her I had to leave in 20 minutes. Then she said she needed to take out the trash first.So I went out five minutes later, deliberately parked the car two blocks away, and walked back. I silenced all my phones, deliberately took the elevator from Building A to the top floor, and hid behind the emergency exit in the stairwell. From this angle, I could see the situation in Buildings D, E, and F across the street. Ten minutes passed without any movement. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. Just as I was about to disconnect the signal, an idea popped into my head, so I pressed the call button, covered my mouth and the phone with my hand, and my wife's voice came through: "Hey! Where are you?" "Almost at the expressway." I kept my voice down to avoid echoing.

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