The Wife's Mask 1-2

【The Wife's Mask】

Author: Jin Shuangxi First Published: Sex Bar Word Count: 9363

Foreword: Old Jin hasn't written anything for a while. Recently, after reading a few articles about girlfriends and cuckolding wives, I couldn't help but feel itchy to write. I quickly wrote this article to share with you all. I originally wanted to include pictures, but unfortunately, I didn't have any good image resources, so I had to give up.

Chapter 1: The Wife Under the Mask

I am a son-in-law who married into the family. The reason is simple: my father-in-law is a person who values the continuation of the family line. The only heir to the family line is my wife, so as a condition for my marriage to my wife, I became a son-in-law without hesitation.

Actually, being a son-in-law who married into the family isn't so bad. Apart from the fact that the children's names don't have my surname, there are quite a few other advantages. At least my job and mansion were given as part of my dowry, which saved my parents and me a lot of money.

My wife, Xiaoya, is a beautiful, well-built, capable, and domestically excellent woman. She currently works as the public relations director at a joint venture company. We've known each other since university, fallen in love, and gotten married for five years. I feel incredibly lucky and happy to have married a woman like Xiaoya. While she's very assertive at work, she's actually quite demure and gentle at home, especially in our daily life, where I, as her husband, always take the lead in everything.

However, what bothers me a bit is her behavior in bed. From our very first time making love, she was incredibly shy. Although she didn't bleed the first time, her behavior suggested she wasn't very experienced. This demureness and shyness has continued into our married life. Even now, she remains somewhat dull and rigid in bed, unwilling to try new things, unwilling to moan loudly, and even unwilling to have me perform oral sex on her. It seems she has some of the feudalistic thinking of women from old China.

Although my wife's shapely figure always ignited my desire, the monotony of the encounters became increasingly tedious. But soon, I discovered everything about my wife hidden beneath her dignified facade, a discovery that completely changed my life.

I work in a government agency; I won't disclose my specific position, but it's one closely connected to the public security, procuratorate, and judicial organs. That day, my mother called to urge my wife and me to have a child. I had just hung up after listening to her nagging when the landline rang. The caller was a good friend of mine at the procuratorate, Chen Mingyuan. He immediately said, "Brother, I recently took on a case investigating the CEO of a state-owned enterprise. During the investigation, I discovered some things. You'd better find a place to talk to me privately."

I hesitated for a moment. I didn't have much contact with these company CEOs; if I did, it would be with my wife or her father. So I tentatively asked, "Brother, is it about my father-in-law?"

Chen Mingyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "It's your wife. I won't say much more over the phone. Let's meet at our usual spot at Dingshun Building."

After hanging up, I pondered for a long time. My wife's company often dealt with state-owned enterprises, but the financial relationships involved were generally unrelated to her. I knew her personality quite well; due to her upbringing, she always maintained a strictly professional attitude when it came to money. I couldn't figure it out, so I decided to stop thinking about it and wait until Chen Mingyuan understood the situation before asking my wife.

When I arrived at Dingshunlou Restaurant, I saw Chen Mingyuan walking in as well. We went to a private room on the second floor together, ordered our food and drinks, and I dismissed the waiter who was serving us. I said directly, "Just tell me, what happened to my wife?"

Chen Mingyuan looked at me, his expression more effeminate than a woman's. After a long pause, he took out a file folder from his briefcase and handed it to me, saying, "We found this while investigating Zhou Jinming. Although it doesn't involve any political achievements, I felt I should still let you know."

I opened the file folder with a grim face. Inside were several photos and an investigation report.

The woman in the photos with Zhou Jinming, the person being investigated, was none other than my wife, Xiaoya. I quickly skimmed through the investigation report. The gist was that due to Zhou Jinming's suspected embezzlement and other illegal activities, an undercover investigation into his private life had been conducted. The investigation revealed that Zhou Jinming had a mistress in a nearby city, three female government officials with whom he had affairs, and three women involved in illicit financial transactions with him in his business partners. Although the head of a company's public relations department had no vested interest in him, it was confirmed that they had an affair and maintained it for about a year. At this point, I completely understood what was going on. Further down, the report detailed the times and locations of Zhou Jinming's meetings with his mistresses, including records of his rendezvous with my wife over the past three months. Looking at the photos, though few, they were all of Xiaoya and Zhou Jinming embracing, and one even showed them kissing in a car from a distance. Seeing Zhou Jinming's old man's large lips pressed against my wife's face, I felt a murderous urge.

Chen Mingyuan glanced at my expression, patted my shoulder, and said, "I brought these things out for you privately as soon as I got them. Don't worry, your wife and this guy didn't have any financial dealings. Take all these photos and reports. I'll have someone redo the report and remove anything related to your wife."

I nodded calmly, put the file bag into my bag, and said to Chen Mingyuan, "Brother, I'll remember this favor. If you need anything in the future, just let me know. I won't say anything more; I'll go take care of this first."

With that, I left Chen Mingyuan and left Dingshun Building alone. After getting into the car, I received a text message from Chen Mingyuan: "Don't be impulsive. That Zhou Jinming kid is definitely going to jail. You need to handle your relationship with your wife carefully and think it through before making a decision."

I casually replied with a "Don't worry" text message, but stepped hard on the gas pedal. I sped towards my wife's company, my anger burning and desperately needing an outlet. I was furious and determined to find Xiaoya and demand an explanation—why she betrayed me.

My mind was a jumble of thoughts. Passing an intersection, I didn't pay attention to the traffic lights. I sped off in the flashing yellow light, just as a minivan turned from the side and crashed into the rear of my car. The sudden impact slammed my head against the steering wheel, leaving me disoriented.

I saw a traffic cop rushing towards me, opening the car door and pulling me out. My steps were unsteady, but the dizziness gradually subsided. The cop glanced at my license plate, didn't ask for my license, offered me a cigarette, and asked, "From the provincial government?"

I took the cigarette and nodded. The minivan driver, an honest man, didn't come to attack me; he just looked at the damaged headlights and front of his car. The traffic police dispersed the crowd and turned to me, saying, "Pay some money and get out of here. They didn't cause you any trouble."

I quickly went over to apologize to the van driver and gave him all the cash in my wallet. The driver didn't argue with me; instead, he earnestly advised me, "Brother, it's good to be alive, but you have to be careful. You can only enjoy money if you're alive."

The car wasn't badly damaged, so I continued driving. This actually made me feel much calmer. I opened the car window and let the cold wind blow in, which helped clear my head. I didn't go to my wife's company; instead, I drove straight home.

Sitting in the living room, I applied a hot towel to my forehead, which I had just bumped, while looking at the investigation report in my hand. One piece of information made my heart skip a beat: Zhou Jinming was inflexible; his secret meetings with women mostly took place at a hotel called "Century Dynasty." After thinking for a moment, I dialed an old friend's number.

"Xiao Jin, it's been a while since you called. What's up this time?"

"Brother, Century Dynasty is your business, right? I have something I need your help with."

"Sure, let's talk in person. Come to my house when you have time."

I agreed and hung up. This person was a senior colleague of mine named Xiang Yue. He's quite a figure in this city, owning several entertainment venues and hotels. Of course, I helped him with some of the connections, so I wanted to ask him for help.

During dinner time, I went to Century Dynasty alone and found the person in charge. He then led me to a rather luxurious room and showed me that everything had been arranged according to my instructions.

I requested that a hidden camera be installed in this specific room. Whenever my wife or Zhou Jinming booked a room, they would be assigned this room, and the camera would automatically start recording. Of course, at my request, these cameras could only record and save one-way footage at a time, and the hotel manager would send me the videotapes directly after each recording. No third person would have access to these videotapes during the process.

Having arranged everything, I returned home. My wife was sitting elegantly on the living room sofa watching TV. Seeing me return, she smiled and said, "You're back. Why didn't you say you were going to eat out today? I even had the housekeeper cook for you."

I stared at my wife and casually replied, "Something came up,

so I ate out." My wife was wearing a nightgown. She always liked to turn the heating up high when she got home and then lounge on the sofa in just a nightgown. I used to really like her like that, because she seemed mysteriously sexy, elegant, and had an alluring figure that I admired. But today, that feeling was completely gone. Her breasts were beautifully shaped, and she was clearly not wearing a bra on purpose. Two small nipples were faintly visible through the thin nightgown, but I found her appearance incredibly lewd. The thought that her breasts were often held and played with by Zhou Jinming, and that he would suck on her nipples, filled me with jealous resentment. And her long legs, their fair skin having been caressed countless times by that beast Zhou Jinming, even her mysterious private parts—how they had been played with and violated. I felt disgusted and angry at all, yet also incredibly curious.

My wife had her long hair piled up behind her head, revealing her slender, white neck, so noble and alluring, but now none of that held any appeal for me. I didn't look at my wife again, but instead took my briefcase upstairs and burned all the documents and photos inside in the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom, my wife was leaning against the bedroom door, looking at me strangely. Perhaps she saw the smoke in the bathroom, and asked, "What's wrong? Smoking? Something bothering you?"

I shook my head, said nothing, and walked past her with a somber expression, going into the bedroom and collapsing onto the bed. Although I had calmed down, I still felt incredibly awkward facing my wife who had betrayed me.

My wife turned on the music player in the bedroom, and soothing music flowed out, but my nerves were on edge. This was our secret code for sex. In the past, whenever my wife turned on music, it would always be a wonderful night. But now, it made me feel more uneasy.

Sure enough, my wife's smooth body snuggled closer. She had obviously taken off her nightgown; her body was cool, yet pressed tightly against my back, feeling incredibly soft. I didn't react, keeping my eyes closed. I felt a wet sensation on my face; my wife was kissing me affectionately. Her small hands slowly began to unbutton my shirt, then she slipped her cool fingers into my chest, gently teasing my nipples to stimulate me. This was my wife's limit; in our sex life, even when she initiated, this was the most she would go.

Suddenly, I felt a warm, tingling sensation in my chest. I opened my eyes and saw my wife kneeling on my chest, gently licking my nipple with her tongue. Feeling the softness of her lips and the subtle sucking, I immediately became aroused. Indeed, this naked woman was still my wife, and she still held an irresistible allure for me.

I rolled over and pinned her to the bed. My wife let out a soft "Ah," but her face was full of smiles as she kissed my earlobe, saying, "Let's see how long you can hold out. How about it, can't take it anymore? You won't even answer me when I call you."

I didn't say anything, but instead kissed her neck frantically, my stubble eliciting a soft giggle from her. Then I moved down and kissed her breasts. The skin there was white, tender, and full of elasticity, my favorite place to kiss. But just as my tongue touched my wife's nipple, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a tiny purple mark next to it. It was a hickey.

In an instant, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My wife was still writhing beneath me, expressing her pleasure. But I felt like I'd been doused with cold water, all interest vanished. And thinking about how Zhou Jinming had recently enjoyed my wife's beautiful breasts, even accidentally leaving marks on them, a sudden wave of nausea made me uncontrollably get up and run to the bathroom like a madman, gagging at the toilet.

My wife lay there, completely bewildered, utterly clueless as to what was wrong with me.

Finally, we didn't make love that night. My wife assumed I wasn't feeling well and didn't bother me anymore. The cold night passed in my silence.

The next day, through Chen Mingyuan's introduction, I found a private investigator and asked him to investigate and track my wife's movements, especially to promptly notify me after her contact with Zhou Jinming.

A week later, I received a call from the private investigator informing me that Zhou Jinming and my wife had entered the Century Dynasty Hotel.

Three hours later, the hotel manager personally delivered the videotape to me. I handed the hotel manager an envelope full of money to send him away and returned home with the videotape.

According to the private investigator's report, my wife was currently dining with Zhou Jinming and some government officials, so I didn't need to worry about her suddenly returning.

When I put the videotape into the DV camera, my hands even started to tremble slightly. This contained the evidence of my wife's affair with Zhou Jinming—the most direct evidence, and the evidence most likely to break me. Despite my immense anxiety and unease, I couldn't control my curiosity and pressed play.

The footage started from when Zhou Jinming entered the room. Because the camera was mounted at a high angle, I could see the entire room. The door opened, and Zhou Jinming walked in, his arm around my wife's slender waist. They were chatting and laughing, mostly about work-related people and things. Once inside, Zhou Jinming familiarly started undressing, his shirt revealing his rather bulky, short, and stout figure. He smiled at my wife standing beside him, pinched her buttocks, and said, "Are you going to wash yourself or with me?"

My wife glared at him and said, "I'll wash myself. You stay here and wait." She then began to undress as well.

My hands clenched involuntarily, my nails digging deep into my flesh. Before my eyes, I saw my wife shamelessly undressing in front of Zhou Jinming. As she removed her blouse and was about to unhook her bra, Zhou Jinming pounced on her, burying his face between her full breasts and kissing and sucking them fiercely. While groping her breasts, he said, "My little darling, I really love your big tits. My mistress in another city is about the same size, but not as nicely shaped as you, haha, they smell so good."

I felt my hand holding the DV camera start to tremble. I saw my wife let Zhou Jinming kiss her chest for a while, then push him away and yell, "Come on, it's not like we haven't seen this before. Get away, I'm going to take a shower."

Zhou Jinming, however, pulled on my wife's bra. With a little force, he snapped the button on the back strap, immediately revealing my wife's round breasts, with two erect, coffee-colored nipples.

My wife cried out, "Ah!" and immediately said angrily, "You bastard, not again! This is the third bra you've ruined. How am I supposed to go home like this?"

Zhou Jinming grinned and laughed, "I just like you dressed like this. It looks so good. Your breasts are so big and beautifully shaped. You look even better without a bra. I'll buy you new ones tomorrow."

My wife pinched Zhou Jinming's arm hard and yelled, "You have such a sullen face! Get away, I'm going to take a shower." With that, she swayed her hips and went into the bathroom.

Seeing his wife enter the bathroom, Zhou Jinming immediately took a small bottle from his bag, pulled down his pants, took out his penis, and sprayed it on. Then he took out another bottle from his bag, poured two glasses of water, and then poured a little of the contents of the bottle into each glass. I watched all this with indignation. This guy was, after all, an old hand at playing with women; these tricks were nothing special, but now he was using them on my wife. I pressed the fast-forward button, roughly skipping the time when my wife and Zhou Jinming were showering.

When the screen showed my wife and Zhou Jinming sitting on the bed wrapped in towels, I resumed playing normally.

Zhou Jinming picked up the two glasses of water that had been spiked with the drug, handing one to his wife. She took it, frowning

, and said, "You always drink this kind of drug, harming yourself is one thing, but now you want me to drink it too?" Zhou Jinming smiled obsequiously, "Sweetie, just once in a while, it's nothing, just to get the mood going. You're so horny in bed, this will make it even better."

His wife glanced at the glass of water noncommittally, then frowned and drank it. Zhou Jinming chuckled, ripped off his wife's towel, completely exposing her fair and tender body. The old man smacked his lips, saying, "Tsk tsk, look at your figure, so damn tender, I love those breasts." He then grabbed his wife's round breasts and began kneading them, a satisfied yet lustful expression on his face. While fondling his wife's breasts, Zhou Jinming turned and pinned her to the bed. This guy was clearly a pervert, and seemed to have an unusual obsession with women's breasts. After fiddling with it for a while, he pulled out a bottle of what looked like plant essential oil from his bag, poured it all over his wife's chest, and then slowly began to spread it evenly over her two soft, white breasts with practiced ease, clearly not the first time he'd done this.

I watched as my wife's breasts changed shape in Zhou Jinming's hands like dough, while she lay on the bed, a look of enjoyment and ecstasy on her face, letting him do as he pleased. The lust in her eyes was completely undisguised—an expression I knew so well. My wife always showed this expectant, aroused look before making love. I used to love her subtle lust, but now, holding the DV camera, I felt that my wife's expression was so wanton, a yearning for a man to play with her to his heart's content.

Zhou Jinming continued to play with my wife's breasts, and just that was enough to make his fat, thick genitals swell completely. It seemed he really did have a breast fetish. After playing with her for a while, the guy started rummaging through his bag again. My heart tightened; I wondered what other things this perverted man had to use on my wife. Zhou Jinming laughed and said, "Baby, I brought something new this time. Let's try it out." He pulled a rectangular box from his bag, and I froze when I opened it. It was clearly a set of sex toys. I saw several small clips connected to wires, and a small square with buttons, like batteries. Anyone who'd seen a few Japanese films would know what this was for. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I struggled to breathe, silently screaming "No!" But it happened right before my eyes.

My wife, seeing the toys, clearly knew what was going on, but she seemed incredibly languid, lying there as if she didn't want to move, making faint "hmm" sounds of protest, but not trying to say anything to stop the man. It seemed the drug Zhou Jinming had given her earlier was taking effect; at this moment, his wife craved to be played with.

Zhou Jinming quickly plugged two wires into the small battery, then picked up a clip and gently clamped it onto his wife's erect nipples. His wife's nipples were the thin, long type; the clip was clamped at the base, with part of the tip still showing. "Baby, have some fun, try not to moan," Zhou Jinming said, turning the button on the small box to turn on the electricity. Suddenly, his wife trembled all over, her chest arching off the bed, emitting unconscious moans, her face showing a look of intoxication and enjoyment. Clearly, she liked this kind of stimulation. It seemed this device provided intermittent electrical stimulation. On the screen, his wife twisted her body on the bed, tightly gripping the sheets, repeatedly arching her upper body into the air, as if in the spasms of orgasm. Her appearance was so lewd and wanton, and my heart began to bleed.

At this moment, Zhou Jinming focused his attention on his wife's lower body. This perverted man kissed his way down his wife's smooth body, licking her navel for a while before suddenly spreading her tightly closed legs apart. The camera angle was directly facing the bed, making it seem as if this man was showing off to me how he possessed his wife's body and soul, exposing her most private parts in front of me. This made me feel extremely humiliated and mocked.

My wife's vulva is truly beautiful. I have always loved her clean mons pubis, with only a layer of soft pubic hair covering her lower abdomen near her labia. The entire vulva is very clean, making it clear that her two thick labia majora and the tender flesh inside are visible. However, at this moment, my wife's vulva was covered with muddy fluid, looking wet and no longer the clean image I had in mind. It even made me feel incredibly dirty and ugly. Zhou Jinming was adept at manipulating women. He spread his wife's legs wide apart and pushed them upwards, fully exposing her vulva and anus. He knelt by the bed, his tongue lolling between her legs, licking and sucking incessantly at her vulva, even her anus, smearing it with his saliva as if it were a delicacy. While licking, he also stimulated her most sensitive clitoris, rubbing it with his two fingers to encourage her to produce more fluids. Gradually, his wife seemed to reach orgasm; her moans escalated into loud cries. This was the first time I had ever heard my wife moan like that during sex. It sounded like she was in pain, yet there was an indescribable pleasure and languid groaning in it. She tilted her head back, breathing rapidly. Accompanied by the trembling clamps on her chest and the stimulation of Zhou Jinming's tongue on her lower body, she suddenly arched her back, her body completely tense. A high-pitched "Ah" trailed off abruptly, and then her body fell heavily onto the bed, where she began to pant heavily.

Zhou Jinming laughed heartily, seemingly very happy. He quickly climbed onto his wife's body, kissing her face and neck incessantly. His wife's hair was now loose, partially obscuring her alluring face, making her appear both wanton and seductive. While kissing his wife, Zhou Jinming said, "Oh, baby, this feels good, doesn't it? Hehe, this thing of mine is pretty amazing, isn't it? Now it's my turn to have some fun." As he spoke, Zhou Jinming rolled his wife over, making her kneel on the bed, her plump, white buttocks sticking up. My wife was completely exhausted; her arms couldn't support her upper body weight, so she lay helplessly on the bed. This position, however, looked even more lewd, constantly assaulting my senses. Was this still my wife, who could never be wanton in bed? Now, she seemed like a completely different person, like a bitch, her ass sticking out, waiting for Zhou Jinming to fuck her. I clenched my teeth, my mind filled with nothing but anger and resentment towards the two of them.

Zhou Jinming took out an oval-shaped vibrating egg from the box, also connected to a battery by a wire. He applied a layer of lubricant to the vibrating egg, and then I saw him slowly insert it into my wife's anus. It was visibly vibrating slightly. As soon as it went in, my wife trembled and let out a loud "uh-huh, ah-ah" moan. Zhou Jinming chuckled, patting his wife's buttocks and saying, "Baby, now I'm going to have some fun with you. I guarantee I'll fuck you until you cry out in agony, hehe, do you want your brother to fuck you?"

His wife's pretty face was buried in the pillow, and she made muffled sounds: "Ah, ah, come in, come on."

"Come in what? What do you want? Tell me, tell me." Zhou Jinming pressed, sliding his huge cock between his wife's buttocks.

"Come in, my cunt, come and fuck me, I want your big cock to fuck me, hurry up." His wife shouted shamelessly and lewdly, her voice hoarse and excited, as if shouting these words would give her a strong stimulation. However, at this moment, I was completely numb watching all this. My clenched fists had loosened, and my hands had become ice-cold.

Right in front of me, I saw Zhou Jinming's thick, ugly cock slowly inserting into my wife's vagina, thrusting his fat waist, wantonly raping my wife. I saw Zhou Jinming's obese body thrusting incessantly behind my wife's buttocks in the camera lens. For a moment, there were sounds of flesh colliding, the lewd sounds of genitals rubbing together, and Zhou Jinming's vulgar and obscene words. My wife's moans and shouts were sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low. I watched all of this numbly, without a single emotion in my heart. Anger, resentment, fear, disappointment, disgust. Perhaps when all of these things rush into my senses too intensely, one becomes completely numb.

"Ah, so good, baby, your big ass feels so good. I love fucking you in this position. Every time I see your big white ass, it makes me feel so good. How is it? Does it feel good to be fucked?"

"Mmm, yes, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock, faster, ahhh."

"Haha, you little slut, you always act all coy with me, but you're so wild in bed. I'll fuck you to death, you slut, you whore."

"Ah, ah, so good, fuck me, faster, faster, I'm a slut, I'm a whore, ah, so good, ah!"

Zhou Jinming held his wife's round, firm ass and kept fucking her, his hands tightly gripping her waist. Every powerful thrust made his wife's white, tender buttocks ripple. Suddenly, he grabbed his wife's hands and pulled her entire upper body off the bed from behind, while his lower body continued to thrust into her wanton cunt. Zhou Jinming's eyes were fixed on the point where the two were joined. Each time his large penis plunged into his wife's vagina, the two naked bodies collided, and I saw his wife's two full, swollen breasts bounce with each thrust, the clamps on her nipples vibrating incessantly. His wife was now moaning unconsciously, as if this level of stimulation had reached her limit, preventing her from uttering any stronger or more wanton cries.

Suddenly, Zhou Jinming pounced on his wife and pushed her onto the bed. The sudden impact made it impossible for her to maintain her kneeling position; she was completely pressed down onto the bed by the man on top of her, but she still instinctively arched her buttocks slightly, continuing to welcome the man's frenzied ravages in her cunt. Zhou Jinming was pressed down on his wife, his fat buttocks rising and falling, thrusting hard into her ass. From this angle, I could see his penis entering and exiting my wife's vagina more clearly, our lewd organs completely intertwined, thrusting in and out repeatedly until his speed increased, accompanied by continuous "oh oh" sounds. Then his buttocks tightened, his whole body trembled, and he collapsed onto my wife, motionless.

A stream of milky white semen flowed from my wife's opening, dripping onto the white sheets.

[The Wife's Mask] [Mid-length] [Episode 2: The Wife in the Trap] [Author: Jin Shuangxi]

Foreword: It took me a long time to finish the second chapter, which makes me feel quite ashamed. I didn't expect that after so long, [The Wife's Mask] would still be hovering so high up in the rankings. After reading some comments, I decided to continue the story so that everyone could continue to see its development and ending. Based on previous readers' comments, I have also rearranged the plot. Because of the long interval between the two articles, please point out any plot errors. Another point I need to clarify is that I'm writing a novel, not based on my own real-life experiences. So, please refrain from making sarcastic comments. Those who aren't cuckold enthusiasts probably can't understand the psychology behind writing cuckold stories, so please be kind.

Also, I currently reside in the Jiangsu-Zhejiang area. If any cuckold enthusiasts want to organize a gathering, you can message me or leave a message. In

the second episode, "The Wife in the Trap

," my wife, Xiaoya, lies naked on the snow-white bed in the DV camera. Zhou Jinming's semen is still flowing from her vagina. I trembled as I pressed pause, and the image froze. If there were a mirror, I think I would see a pale, numb face—a face that belongs to myself. I lit a cigarette, but my gaze couldn't leave the DV screen. Zhou Jinming's ugly penis was still hovering above my wife's white, round buttocks, and one of his hands was still tightly gripping her waist, asserting his possession of her. My wife's fair skin was flushed, and her long, flowing hair, damp with sweat, lay scattered on the white sheets. Her slightly protruding buttocks looked so languid and wanton. I think this frozen moment will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Watching the progress bar flashing at the bottom of the screen, showing that only a third of the recording had played, my heart ached again. Now that we had this tape, it was a declaration of our marriage's end. Whether we watched the rest or not was meaningless. Should we continue?

I barely took a few puffs of my cigarette before it got too hot to handle. I stubbed it out and pressed play again.

In the video, Zhou Jinming, having just vented his lust on his wife, raises his hand and slaps her plump, white

buttocks with a crisp sound. As if one slap wasn't enough, this scumbag uses both hands to spread his wife's buttocks apart, exposing her entire vulva, and then begins to slap her genitals repeatedly. Although the blows aren't heavy, this sadistic slapping causes his wife, who has just experienced an orgasm, to tremble all over. Despite making sounds of dissatisfaction and resistance, she lacks the strength to escape Zhou Jinming's humiliation of her genitals.

His wife's resistance and struggle become increasingly obvious—or rather, it's an unconscious, convulsive movement of her body. It's truly unbelievable that such sexually abusive slapping and humiliation could actually bring his wife to orgasm!

Only when his wife's genitals began to turn noticeably red did her spasms subside. Zhou Jinming stopped, straddling his wife's soft, slender waist. He turned and grabbed her disheveled hair, saying in a disgusting voice, "Baby, how's that? Feeling good now? You little slut, just slapping your cunt like this always brings you to orgasm. You're such a fucking bitch, stop lying there pretending to be dead. I haven't had enough yet, come here and give me a blowjob!" His

wife let out a sickening moan, as if expressing her satisfaction after her orgasm. Although she looked somewhat exhausted, she still adjusted her body and lay on her side. Zhou Jinming knelt on the bed, bringing his lower body close to his wife's face. His greasy, disgusting glans was pressed against her lips. Watching Zhou Jinming wickedly smear the sticky fluid from his penis on his wife's cheeks and lips, my hands clenched involuntarily. This gnashing hatred made me feel as if I had fallen into icy water, finding it hard to breathe.

Brushing aside the hair that fell across her face, his wife's alluring face was fully revealed. Her face was flushed, and her crescent-shaped eyes were filled with tears. She held the penis that was rubbing against her face, and gently parted her cherry-red lips to take the entire glans into her mouth without any hesitation. She first skillfully circled the glans with her tongue, licking away any remaining semen, then released it and slowly licked it with her delicate tongue, paying meticulous attention to every detail, even the coronal sulcus and urethral opening. As she licked, she looked up at Zhou Jinming, whose face was filled with ecstasy.

Zhou Jinming, who looked like a bloated fat cat, leaned back on the headboard, thoroughly enjoying his wife's oral service. He reached out and removed the clips from her nipples, then grasped her round, perky breasts and kneaded them incessantly. This breast fetishist had a unique obsession with his wife's breasts, as if he wanted to hold them in his hands all the time.

When his wife felt Zhou Jinming's penis begin to swell and thicken, she didn't hesitate to quickly swallow and thrust the ugly penis. With Zhou Jinming's slight thrusting movements, she was able to take most of it into her mouth each time. Although it didn't go deep throat, the intensity still made his wife feel uncomfortable. But Zhou Jinming, this beast, seemed completely unconcerned, wantonly thrusting his penis in and out of his wife's mouth, and reaching out to pull his wife's head back, preventing her from moving away. Zhou Jinming suddenly increased the amplitude and force of his thrusts, his ugly, thick penis fully inserted into his wife's mouth. Several consecutive thrusts, reaching her throat, were unbearable for her; she even gagged. She tried to push him away but was powerless. Forced into a few more thrusts, he plunged all the way in. His large, fleshy body trembled violently before he finally released his grip on her head. She let out a loud "Wah!" and collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, coughing and gagging. Her full breasts heaved violently, and semen mixed with saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her expression was indescribable, a mixture of embarrassment and lewdness.

I slumped weakly onto the sofa. The scene playing on the DV seemed to come from another world. In this world, my charming wife was no longer the gentle and elegant woman I knew. She had removed the mask I hadn't noticed, indulging her desires and pursuing the pleasures of debauchery and decadence. I lit a cigarette and slammed the butt against my wrist. The burning pain made me gasp for breath, then I threw the cigarette away and gasped for air like I'd just woken from drowning. Suffocation—I could clearly feel the oppressive pressure.

I curled up like a child, my nose stinging, tears streaming down my face without me even realizing it. What could be more despairing than watching your beloved woman being violated right before your eyes, witnessing her betrayal? I watched as my wife, hunched over the bed, spat the disgusting semen into the trash can. She turned weakly to Zhou Jinming, angrily saying, "If you dare treat me like this again, go home and play these perverted games with your mother."

Zhou Jinming chuckled, lit a cigarette, and said shamelessly, "Little Ya, don't be so angry. You're with me for the thrill, aren't you? Don't tell me you don't like this. Every time I've fucked you, the more perverted it is, the more you like it, heh." " Hey, if you ask me, you just like men to play with you in all sorts of ways. Don't give me that glare and act all serious."

The wife pulled the sheet over her alluring body, coldly staring at Zhou Jinming. "Yeah, I like excitement. Otherwise, someone like you wouldn't even deserve to be in my bed. Don't think I don't know why you're approaching me. Don't try to scheme against me. I know exactly what you're thinking. Don't even think about dragging my husband into this. There's no room for discussion."

Zhou Jinming's expression changed, and he remained silent for a long time, a cigarette dangling from his lips. I was somewhat surprised by what my wife said. Did Zhou Jinming have other motives for approaching my wife? And was this related to me?

The wife seemed utterly disgusted by Zhou Jinming's silent attitude. She struggled to sit up, wrapped herself in the sheet, and tried to walk to the bathroom. But Zhou Jinming stubbed out his cigarette violently, jumped off the bed, and grabbed her hair. Caught off guard, she screamed as Zhou Jinming forcefully pulled her against the bedside table. Already exhausted, she couldn't break free or resist. Her face was pressed against the edge of the bed, and Zhou Jinming pressed his entire body against her, forcing her to kneel on the floor. Her white buttocks were exposed from under the sheet. Zhou Jinming pulled his belt from the nearby clothes rack, raised his hand, and lashed it hard across his wife's buttocks, cursing, "You fucking bitch, trying to act tough! I'll beat you to death, you slut!" He then mercilessly lashed her buttocks again, leaving a red welt immediately.

The wife screamed in pain, "You, surnamed Zhou, dare to hit me? Believe me, I'll have you thrown in jail tomorrow! Go ahead and hit me, let's see who suffers more in this fight to the death!"

Zhou Jinming was about to strike, but upon hearing his wife's words, he seemed to hesitate. He released her, tossed the belt aside, and said coldly, "Fight to the death? At worst, I'll be placed under investigation. I can pull some strings, and in a couple of years I'll still be free. But what right do you, a whore who sleeps with everyone, have to fight to the death with me? Last time Xiaoshanzi and I slept with you, we kept a tape, one for each of us. If you dare to use any tricks against me, unless you have someone sure you're dead, I'll immediately send the tape to your husband and your father if I sense anything amiss. If I'm in a good mood, I might even make a DVD and give a copy to everyone in your company."

The wife sat on the ground, trembling, staring fiercely at Zhou Jinming, "Xiaoshanzi wouldn't be with you to frame me, I don't believe it."

Zhou Jinming sneered, "He is... " "He's just a brat who hasn't even grown his hair out yet. If he really protected you, would he have been fucking you so much with me? The tape is in my safe. If you don't believe me, I'll make a copy for you tomorrow so you can savor it."

The wife leaned against the bedside, her face full of disappointment, and screamed in a tearful voice, "What exactly do you want?"

Zhou Jinming got up with a cold face, picked up the underwear his wife had placed by the bed, wiped the residue on his penis, and said while putting on his pants, "You know what I want. I've staked my life and fortune on the project in Binhai. You'd better convince your husband to help me, otherwise none of us will have a good time." "

My husband doesn't even know you. Why would he help you for no reason? I don't have the ability to convince him."

The wife curled up on the floor, looking very helpless.

"How you convince him is your problem. If you can't, then I'll have to do it myself. I bet you don't want me to give that lewd videotape of yours to your husband, do you?" Zhou Jinming sneered, glancing at his wife's half-naked breasts. He stepped forward to slap her cheek, but she dodged away in disgust. "You slut, you'd better watch yourself. You have a dinner with those people from the provincial government this afternoon. You'd better attend. Those guys are really interested in you, hahaha."

The video ended there. I turned off the DV camera and lay on the sofa, deep in thought.

It was obvious my wife had fallen into Zhou Jinming's trap. Although she had already betrayed me, just as Zhou Jinming had threatened her with, once the indecent video of my wife was released, the consequences would be irreversible. Not only my wife, but I myself would also be condemned.

Although the scene of my wife and Zhou Jinming's affair kept replaying in my mind, I carefully sorted through some of the information and keywords Zhou Jinming had revealed:

the Binhai project, things I could help with, the videotape, Xiaoshanzi.

After thinking carefully for a while, I picked up the phone and called Chen Mingyuan. The phone rang twice before being hung up, and about a minute later Chen Mingyuan called back.

"I'm in a meeting, what's up?" Chen Mingyuan asked directly.

"Regarding Zhou Jinming, do you know if the investigation materials about him mention any projects in Binhai?"

I asked.

Chen Mingyuan thought for a moment and said, "Yes, that's true. Zhou Jinming is in charge of an investment project in Binhai, but he's misappropriated part of the project's funding. The details haven't been investigated yet, but I reckon he's probably figuring out where to get a loan to cover it up."

Hearing this, I suddenly understood. I chatted briefly with Chen Mingyuan and then hung up.

What Zhou Jinming wanted my help with was simply to use my connections to get a loan to cover the embezzled funds. I chuckled coldly, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. This guy really knows my wife and me's network of connections very well. One of my cousins works at Z Bank, and thanks to my and my father-in-law's connections, plus his own performance and seniority, he just became the branch manager last year. I grew up with this cousin; if I really asked him for a loan, I might be able to get him to take the risk and get the money.

Having figured this out, a wave of bitterness washed over me again. The videotape and Xiaoshanzi—the other side of my wife that she hid—made me afraid to explore, afraid to uncover the decadent life I knew nothing about beneath her mask. But since Zhou Jinming had already used the videotape to blackmail my wife, I had to get my hands on that tape no matter what, and I also had to find a way to uncover Xiaoshanzi's true identity and destroy the original videotape in his possession. Thinking

that my wife should be back soon, I realized I couldn't face her at all, so I picked up the DV camera on the table and left home.

Driving around the streets, I slowly pondered my next move. Just then, I passed a telecommunications store and stopped to call Xiao Han from my workplace. This Xiao Han is someone I promoted myself, and we're quite close. His wife works at the telecom company, so I thought he could be helpful in investigating Xiao Shanzi's identity. So, after connecting the call, I said directly, "Xiao Han, could you ask your wife to check the call records of a phone number for me?"

Xiao Han replied, "No problem, as long as it's a telecom number."

I gave him my wife's phone number, and after he wrote it down, he didn't ask any further questions. I told him to check the last six months' records.

After hanging up the phone, I thought about it again in the car. There were two videotapes in total, and the one Zhou Jinming had was the most dangerous. Since we didn't have anything on Xiaoshanzi's side right now, I needed to find a way to get my hands on Zhou Jinming's tape and destroy it. So I called Chen Mingyuan again and said directly, "Brother, do you have Zhou Jinming's information ? Fax a copy to my office."

In the evening, I returned to my office. Just then, Xiao Han came to me with a stack of printed call logs. He glanced at me discreetly and cautiously asked, "Brother, is something wrong at home?"

I smiled and said, "Nothing much, some scoundrel keeps harassing my wife. I wanted to see where the calls were coming from." He

probably sensed the perfunctory tone in my words, nodded, and left. I sat alone in my office and began studying the call logs.

The thick stack of documents took me almost two hours to sift through. I first filtered out the phone numbers of familiar people and my wife's company. During this time, Chen Mingyuan also faxed over Zhou Jinming's personal information. I carefully sifted through it again and finally managed to pull out six phone numbers that frequently contacted my wife at different times recently. Among them were several calls that often came at night and lasted for a long time. Zhou Jinming's mobile phone was one of these. Then I called a private investigator and asked them to investigate the identity information of the phone numbers I had filtered out.

After hanging up the phone, I held Zhou Jinming's resume in my hand and sneered. Zhou Jinming, Han nationality, born in 1969, a native of this area. Looking at his meager education on his resume, I really don't know how he climbed to his current position. He doesn't have any good connections among his relatives; they are mostly from rural areas or other places. His wife is a few years older than him, and at over 50, she's already past her prime. No wonder this bastard has to find other women outside. What caught my attention was Zhou Jinming's daughter, Zhou Tong, who had just started university. She was attending a local university and her records stated she was 20 years old. Perhaps because Zhou Jinming never disciplined her, Zhou Tong had a long history of bad behavior since high school, including gambling and drug use. She was a prime example of a delinquent and had even been detained for causing a traffic accident. Her criminal record alone filled half a page.

I put Zhou Jinming's documents in the drawer and locked them. Looking at the time, it was almost 8 PM. I sighed, truly unsure how to face my wife. Just then, the phone rang.

I answered, and it was Xiang Yue, inviting me to dinner at his place that evening. I wasn't in the mood, but remembering I had asked him for a favor, I couldn't refuse and agreed.

Jinshatan was Xiang Yue's biggest establishment in our city, a high-end business club, essentially a legitimate business. It was a members-only establishment frequented by the upper class. I used to occasionally go there with my cronies for drinks and chats when I had free time.

It was already 8:30 when I arrived at Golden Beach by taxi. Since we were going to an entertainment venue like this, I didn't drive my government-plated car. After meeting Xiang Yue, we went into a private room together. After instructing the madam to order some girls to accompany us, Xiang Yue asked with a smile, "How's it going? Did the thing you asked me to do go smoothly?"

I nodded with a dark face and said, "It's all taken care of. The equipment over there can be dismantled; it's no longer needed."

Xiang Yue smiled, clinked glasses with me, and said, "Don't take this kind of thing too seriously. Since it's come to this, don't make things harder for yourself. I've been in the same situation. Once you let go, there's nothing you can't overcome."

I was surprised that Xiang Yue would talk to me about his own experience, but I didn't want to pry too much. I tentatively asked, "So, what do you think we should do about this?"

Xiang Yue said while drinking, "That depends on your attitude. If you don't want things to get too out of hand, then confront him and part ways amicably. Or you can continue, but don't make the relationship public." "Everyone knows what's going on. Life's only a few years long; it all depends on your attitude."

I silently drank my wine, not saying a word. Xiang Yue seemed to know I was upset and changed the subject, talking about officialdom.

Perhaps because I was still upset, I had unknowingly become a little tipsy. Xiang Yue patted my shoulder and said, "Don't drink too much. I'll arrange a room for you upstairs tonight; it's not safe for you to go back like this." He then called for my mother and instructed her to take me upstairs to rest.

The woman, nicknamed "Mommy," was a plump woman in her thirties with a pretty face; she looked like a mature young woman. After asking her name, I learned it was Zheng Xiao. She helped me upstairs. When we passed the restroom, I felt nauseous, so she had to help me to the toilet to vomit.

The facilities at Golden Beach were quite good; the restroom was large. I leaned against the toilet stall and vomited violently into the toilet bowl. I felt much more awake then. Just then, two young men in bathrobes walked in. They had probably just had a spa treatment. I glanced at them vaguely and felt nauseous again. The two young men didn't seem to care that I was there and started loudly discussing the quality of the service girls. One of them said, "Having been to so many places, the women here at Golden Beach are definitely the best. That lady standing at the entrance just now was a madam I know well, wasn't she hot? Those breasts are huge, tsk tsk, I love mature women like that."

Another, with a slightly childish, high-pitched voice, said, "The girls here are nice, but I still prefer women in their 30s. Let me tell you, I have a lover, she's absolutely top-notch. Her breasts are definitely bigger than that madam's, soft and comfortable to squeeze, and super sensitive. She climaxes after just a few thrusts. Holding her ass from behind is so incredibly pleasurable. We even spent a night together the other day. I'll introduce you to her next time I have the chance, she's truly top-notch."

The first man said dismissively, "Damn, you're just bragging. How many places have you been to? Are you trying to fool me with some other nightclub woman? I'm really tired of girls like that, your way of talking is so tacky." "All he cares about is money."

The shrill voice seemed to have been stabbed, and she yelled, "Who the hell is bragging to you? I'm not talking about prostitutes, I'm talking about a white-collar worker from a big company, a far cry from the bitches you've been with. Believe it

or not." I'd almost finished vomiting, rinsed off, and just then the two young men washed their hands and left. Listening to their conversation, I inexplicably thought of my wife. Did people also describe her body like that, describe the feeling of having sex with her? I washed my face with cold water, and Mom pushed open the door and poked her head in to ask if I was alright. I wiped my face and saw my pale complexion in the mirror, suddenly feeling how tiring life was.

Mom led me to the room, and I smelled her faint perfume. A surge of heat rose within me. She went to the water dispenser to pour me water, and I watched her bend over, her large buttocks slightly protruding—that figure was truly irresistible. Taking the water from the madam, I asked, "Do you offer escort services here?"

The madam smiled seductively and said, "What, want a girl to keep you company? I can arrange it for you."

I shook my head, still feeling a bit dizzy, and said, "No need, you can keep me company, okay?"

The madam paused for a moment, then smiled broadly and said, "Thank you for your kind attention. You actually like someone like me. Most men prefer young girls, you know." Perhaps seeing me frown, she paused and said, "I don't usually entertain clients, but you're a friend of the big boss, so I have to give you face. Please go out and say hello to the other madams in a bit."

I waved my hand and leaned against the headboard without saying a word.

Half-asleep, I felt something wet on my face. Opening my eyes, I saw my mother half-lying on top of me, licking my face and ears with her soft little tongue. My hands were on her soft waist, then slid down to her plump buttocks and gave them a squeeze. My mother laughed, "You fell asleep? You called someone to keep you company, how could you sleep? Let me give you a good thrashing."

I didn't say anything, and cooperated by taking off my clothes, being pulled by her to the bathroom to take a shower.

When this mother, Zheng Xiao, took off her clothes in front of me, I realized that this woman's figure was really amazing. She was about the same height as my wife, both of them were tall and slender with long legs. She looked slightly fuller than my wife, with a little bit of fat on her lower abdomen. My wife, because she did yoga and exercise regularly, didn't have any excess fat on her body. Mommy's breasts are the stamen-shaped type, with the entire breast pointing forward. Her areolas are large and have a slightly shiny appearance under the light. She has no pubic hair, making her genitals appear somewhat bald, and her entire vulva is completely exposed. Her mons pubis is thick and is not the type with everted labia. If viewed from below, it looks like a tightly closed clam shell, just like my wife.

My mother carefully washed my body, even pouring bath gel onto her own breasts and using them to apply it to me. Since it had been a long time since I'd had sex with my wife, I involuntarily became erect when my mother washed my genitals. She giggled as she cleaned me, then knelt in the bathtub and slowly took my penis into her mouth. Her oral sex technique was superb; her mouth completely enveloped my glans, occasionally tracing it with her tongue. Watching her lick my urethral opening with her small tongue like a flicking snake, I felt a pang of sadness. My wife had never given me oral sex, and I had never even asked her for it. Yet her mouth was so generous in serving Zhou Jinming, while I only ever received oral sex from prostitutes.

At that moment, the lewd scene between my wife and Zhou Jinming in the hotel flashed back into my mind. I pulled my mother up, made her bend over in the bathtub, and rubbed my penis against the entrance of her vagina a few times before thrusting it in. My mother let out a professional moan, and I, as if lost in her warm embrace, began to frantically thrust into her from behind. My lower abdomen slammed against my mother's buttocks, making "slap slap"

sounds that echoed in the bathroom. Although I had occasionally taken advantage of other women in entertainment venues over the years, this was the first time I had penetrated a woman other than my wife since we got married. I recklessly enjoyed the physical pleasure this voluptuous woman gave me. I fucked this nightclub mommy wildly, venting my negative emotions without any mercy. My hands gripped her waist tightly, my penis withdrawing and thrusting in again, feeling the layers of soft flesh inside her vagina.

The white light in the bathroom shone brightly on Mom's back. I pushed this woman from the nightclub against the glass door of the bathroom, still thrusting into her from behind. Her entire upper body was pressed against the door, her full breasts flattened against the glass, trembling with each of my movements. After Mom let out a trembling moan, I finally couldn't control myself and ejaculated inside her. I sat weakly on the edge of the bathtub, watching Mom kneel down, covering her genitals, and clean my glans with her tongue. As she licked, she gave me a flirtatious look and said coquettishly, "I'll let you ejaculate inside this time. Next time, you'll have to use a condom, okay? You ejaculated so much, it's making my lower area hurt a little."

I didn't say anything, letting her dry me with a towel before leaving the bathroom, leaving Mom inside cleaning up the semen that had just been ejaculated.

I lay naked on the bed, noticing two missed calls on my phone. I picked it up and checked; both were from my wife, along with a text message: "Why aren't you home yet? Are you out socializing? Call me back if you see this."

I hesitated, then called her. She answered quickly, her voice slightly reproachful, "Where are you? Why aren't you home yet?" "

I've had a bit too much to drink. I'm drinking at Brother Xiang Yue's place. I won't be home tonight. You should get some sleep," I said indifferently.

My wife said "Oh," and gently added, "Then don't drink anymore. Take care of yourself. If you're feeling really unwell, I'll come pick you up."

I paused for a moment, then said, "No need, I'm fine. You should get some rest." I hung up.

My mother, wrapped in a towel, came out of the bathroom, snuggled up to me, kissed my cheek, and said, "Is your wife calling to check up on you? Are you going to catch her cheating?"

I slipped my hand under the towel and kneaded Mom's buttocks, sighing, "I wish she'd catch me in the act."

Mom chuckled, untied the towel, and told me to turn over. She licked my back and buttocks with her tongue, then rubbed her full breasts against me. I knew these were their services, but this was the first time I'd had the chance to experience them. Next, the woman spread my buttocks and licked my anus, while her hand continuously rubbed my testicles and penis. I quickly became erect again. Then Mom knelt down beneath me, took my penis into her mouth, and continued to stroke my anus with her hand. This kind of stimulation was new to me, and I immediately felt like I was about to ejaculate.

Sensing my muscle tension, Mom patted my buttocks, spat out my glans, and said, "If it feels too strong, just ejaculate, it's okay." She then took my penis back in and began sucking vigorously. I didn't resist any longer, thrusting a couple of times before ejaculating into Mom's mouth.

Mom spat my semen into the trash can, then went to the bathroom naked to clean herself. I lay on my back on the bed, looking at the woman's voluptuous body through the glass bathroom door, and suddenly felt a wave of weariness. Life is full of betrayals in different forms. I wasn't retaliating against my wife's betrayal, yet I still had relations with another woman. Thinking about the personality hidden behind my wife's mask, thinking about the "cheapness" Zhou Jinming despised and scorned about his wife, perhaps she was seeking stimulation outside of normal life, which led to her current state of depravity.

Men and women in society wander on the edge of their own souls. When normal life can no longer provide them with stimulation, desire arises, and depravity begins.

My mother's soft, warm body pressed against mine. In that half-asleep state, I suddenly wanted to ask my wife: was the thrill of falling into depravity really worth it?

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