Wife cheating

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At lunchtime at home, I noticed my wife, sitting across from me at the table, didn't look well. She didn't say a word, just silently ate her food with her head down, unlike usual when she would urge me to eat, calling me "husband" this and "husband" that. After eating only half a bowl, she sat down on the sofa to drink water, holding her empty teacup for a long time, her gaze seemingly fixed on something. She looked preoccupied. When I asked her what was wrong, she just shook her head vaguely and said, "I might have a bit of a cold, my head feels a little uncomfortable."

I didn't think much of it, just told her to take some medicine after lunch, and if she wanted to rest, to ask her boss for leave from work, and to take care of herself. As soon as

I finished eating, I hurriedly grabbed my briefcase, ready to leave, because I had an appointment that afternoon to discuss a contract with a client from Hongda Company. Just as I was putting on my shoes and about to leave, my wife suddenly called out to me.

"Honey, when are you coming back this afternoon?"

"Oh, I told you yesterday, I might have dinner with a client tonight and then come back. Don't wait for me for dinner. If you're really feeling unwell, take some medicine and get some sleep. Don't go to work." I said, turning back as I opened the door.
"Honey, hug me."

"Sweetie, I'll be back to be with you as soon as I'm done." I turned around and gently hugged my wife, who was following me out. I felt a pang of guilt for not being able to spend more time with her while she was sick because of work. I kissed her forehead with utmost tenderness. My wife looked up at me from my arms, smoothed the hair on my forehead with her left hand, smiled at me, kissed my cheek back, and released my arms, gesturing for me to hurry up. I rushed downstairs.

As soon as I arrived at the lobby of the Yisheng Hotel, I saw Mr. Zhang, my client, walking over from the lobby coffee bar, extending his right hand to shake mine from afar. I quickly went over to shake his hand.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Xiao Liu. We were supposed to discuss the contract this afternoon, but something urgent came up at my company, and I have to rush back to handle it. How about this, I'll come to your company first thing tomorrow morning to sign the contract. Actually, there's nothing that needs to be changed in the contract, and we don't need to discuss anything further. This deal is definitely with you."

Mr. Zhang apologized repeatedly before I could speak.

"Okay, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. I'm really sorry, but my company urgently needs me to go back to handle this."

He glanced at his watch and looked at me with a troubled expression.

"It's alright, you're busy. Signing tomorrow is the same, no rush. See you tonight."

I shook his hand firmly, conveying a message of trust. Mr. Zhang seemed very grateful and shook my hand firmly in return. "That's settled then, I'll take my leave now."

After seeing Mr. Zhang and his secretary, Xiao Wang, out of the hotel, I was happy to have half a day to rest, so I took a taxi home. When I got to the door, I gently inserted the key into the lock and opened the door, careful not to wake my wife who was taking a nap. As soon as I entered, I noticed a pair of large, black men's European-style leather shoes on the shoe rack by the door. "Who would come to my house during lunchtime when everyone is heading to work?" I wondered. Besides, even if there were guests at home, they should be sitting in the living room, especially since my wife is the only woman at home

. Why is no one in the living room? Just as I was wondering, I suddenly heard a man's voice coming from the bedroom. I couldn't help but feel strange. My wife is home alone; why would she bring a male guest to the bedroom? So I took off my shoes and quietly approached the bedroom door barefoot. The door wasn't closed properly, and through the crack, I was stunned by what I saw.

A tall, greasy-haired, pot-bellied man was lying shirtless on my bed, and my wife, with her back to the door, was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, picking up the man's shirt.

I instantly felt a scorching fire of anger rise in my chest, the flames relentlessly burning my wildly beating heart. The boiling blood in my ventricles surged powerfully through my arteries to my brain, accumulating until it felt like my seven orifices were about to burst from my eyes, nostrils, and ears. I raised my leg to kick the door, but in that instant, I stopped mid-air.

A lewd thought leaped out, taking over my thoughts and defeating my reason. A voyeuristic pleasure stood evilly before me. It tantalized and urged me on in my mind: no man could bear to see his woman's body possessed by another, especially not in front of him. But no man had the chance to quietly witness his loved one being violated without anyone knowing, especially not as a real, live witness. And now you had it—you had the opportunity to see her having an affair without anyone knowing, not even your wife or this fat man.

This vile thought was desperately searching for the filthy thoughts deep within my heart. It was stirring up another part of myself within my inner world, searching for the most shameless and depraved things that could arouse my belief in it, my submission to it, and my complicity with it. It wanted to persuade me, desperately trying to make me have a lewd thought, desperately trying to make me lower my raised, angry leg, desperately trying to make me secretly want to peep at my wife between another man's legs.

I finally slowly lowered my raised leg again. I admitted the filth in my bones, I admitted the lust in my bones. I admitted that I had been defeated by another, depraved self controlled by inner demons. I chose to peep! I tiptoed to a dark corner where I wouldn't be easily seen from inside the door.

"My husband went to discuss a contract this afternoon, but he might be back soon. Didn't you say you wouldn't come to my house to bother me? Please, please leave. Can't I come to see you tonight, Mr. Zhao?" It was my wife's voice.

“I just want to fuck you in your own home, in your husband’s bed. Your husband went out on business this afternoon and probably won’t be back for long. What are you afraid of? Stop nagging and hurry up and hand over everything I brought!” The fat man said, pulling my wife’s hair down forcefully.

“It hurts! You’re hurting me! Let go!” My wife cried softly, pulling on the man’s hand that was pulling her hair.

“Hurry up, let me kiss you first.” The man showed no intention of letting go, instead pulling my wife’s head closer to his mouth with even more force.

My wife’s mouth was completely enveloped by the fat man’s thick lips, and he deliberately made “smacking” kissing sounds. Yet he still didn’t let go of her hair.

“Suck my tongue,” the fat man commanded, sticking out his long tongue. My wife could only wince in pain and barely open her two very alluringly drawn lips to suck on his fat tongue. I can say with certainty that the dark red lipstick and seductive lip line my wife wore today were something I had never seen her wear in the two years of our marriage. I believe this was specially made for this fat man.

"Mmm, that feels good, damn it, even your saliva smells sweet," the fat man said after kissing my wife for a while, then released her. "Your husband is so lucky to have found a woman like you, but he doesn't know I've given him a cuckold's horns. Haha..." The fat man laughed triumphantly, his laughter like a sword piercing my heart, blood spraying from the wound into my internal organs.

"Hurry up and take off your clothes, let me fuck you properly on his turf today."

"Just this once, okay? I'm really scared. Don't come to my house again, I'll agree to do it anywhere else, okay?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take them off, my dick is so hard it's painful. Today I'm going to fuck you, you slut, properly on your husband's bed, hurry up and take them off!"

The fat man rudely addressed his wife. She hesitated for a moment, then stood up and began to undress. To my surprise, she was wearing the most fashionable bra and panties available online—the kind I'd never seen before. My wife had always been a gentle and virtuous woman in my eyes, the kind who was considerate and dignified. The fat man smugly praised her.

"Not bad, this lingerie looks really sexy on you. My taste is good, isn't it, baby? Do you like it?"

This fat man was actually buying my wife underwear!

"Speak up, don't be so damn dead," the fat man cursed when his wife didn't respond.

"I like it," my wife replied, seemingly intimidated by his words, submitting completely after only a slight resistance.

When my wife was completely naked, her perfect, mature woman's snow-white body was laid bare before the fat man. Only then did I truly realize that my wife was being violated by a stranger, that a stranger was about to enter her beautiful body, which should belong only to me.

My wife stood naked beside the bed, next to a strange, fat man lying on it. She seemed flustered, her eyes darting around, desperately trying to hide her inner panic. The fat man, however, watched with satisfaction.

"Hold your breasts in your hands and slowly turn your body around for me to see."

My wife silently used both hands to lift her two full breasts and began to turn her body as the fat man instructed, her movements so slow and stiff.

"That feels good. Say, 'Today, please, Master, fuck me well!'" "

Today, please, Master, fuck me well..."

I actually heard my wife repeat such vulgar words. My head spun. Was this really my wife's voice? My wife, who was usually so gentle that she couldn't even utter a proper curse, would say such subservient things?

The fat man lay on the bed, gazing at his wife's fair and shapely body. Suddenly, he impulsively stood up, approached her, and forcefully grabbed her hair with his right hand, pulling her face back. His left hand pinched her chin, and his thick lips pressed against hers. His wife, still holding her breasts in her hands, winced in pain, letting out suppressed moans from her throat, as he nibbled and bit at her mouth and face, letting his unrestrained kisses and sucking produce chilling slurping sounds.

"Say, 'Please, Master, fuck me well, enjoy my body well,'" the fat man would occasionally command his wife, uttering various lewd words,

"Please, Master, fuck me well, enjoy my body well."

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