A True Account of a Cuckolded Man

On the afternoon of the 23rd, my wife met with her online friend, and I went with her. After meeting, they went to eat. He originally wanted to take her to the hospital, but my wife thought it was already afternoon and she was worried about not having enough time, so they didn't go.

They sat in the park for a while, and the man said he had to go out of town for two days. He asked my wife if she wanted to have sex the next day or wait until he came back. He said if she wanted to have sex the next day, he would give her money; otherwise, she could wait until he returned. My wife said, "I won't take the money. Maybe you're still wondering if it's even yours!" He got a little angry and said, "What kind of person do you take me for? I'll take responsibility no matter what. I'll disappear after it's over." My wife didn't say anything more.

That night, they booked a hotel room and had sex once. He asked my wife, "Is it okay if I ejaculate inside?" My wife said, "It doesn't matter now that things are like this." So she let him ejaculate inside. My wife said she could sense that he was being more careful this time, probably because of her pregnancy, and wasn't as vigorous as before. Because of the pregnancy, and because of the unpleasant phone call with me, they haven't had sex since.

He left for another city the next morning, telling his wife to wait for him to return in two or three days so he could accompany her to her business. The night before last, around 9 PM, his wife was in a bad mood and texted him, arguing a bit. Unexpectedly, he immediately took a bus back home. His wife was also surprised and touched, considering the overnight journey. He arrived in Beijing yesterday morning and handled some work matters. Last night, while I was on the night shift, his wife texted, saying she was going out for a bit and told me not to be angry, she'd be back soon. Actually, I knew during the day we would meet, and sure enough, I did. A little while later, his wife returned, saying things hadn't gone well, she'd left him behind, and come back alone. A little while later, she called again, saying he hadn't left yet, and she felt bad that he'd come all this way back, so she wanted to go out again. I said, "I was planning to come home to be with you, but it looks like I won't need to." My wife said, "Why didn't you say so sooner?" I said, "I wanted to surprise you." My wife asked, "Are you coming back or not?" I said, "It's up to you. If you want to stay out, I won't come back; if you want me to, I will." My wife said, "Wait for my message!" After 2 a.m., I texted my wife, but there was no reply. I called her, but her phone was off. I felt terrible; I knew her phone would be off at 2 a.m. sharp. A little while later, my wife texted me, asking if I was coming back. I asked, "Where are you?" My wife said she was at home, and I said I was coming back. For the first time in a month, my wife made me feel good; I finally saw my place in her heart.

In the morning, I went back to work to clock in. My wife had arranged to meet him at 8:30 to go to the hospital, but when I got home at 9 a.m., she was still there. My wife said he hadn't written yet, and I said, "Didn't you agree to meet at the subway? Maybe he's here now!" My wife said, "I'll go check!" A little while later, my wife texted saying he hadn't arrived yet, and had just texted saying he overslept and would be there soon. My wife was a little unhappy and called to say that she didn't actually want him to come with her, but wanted me to go instead. I said, "Then I'll go with you!" My wife said, "What about him?" I said, "You can tell him to go back." My wife said, "He'll be there soon, wait for my text!"

After a while, my wife texted saying she was having a checkup! I was really worried, but my wife said she couldn't bring her phone during surgery and told me not to text or call, so I could only worry anxiously at home. At noon, my wife texted saying she hadn't had the surgery yet, but the checkup revealed a minor problem, and she needed two days of treatment. She said she'd eat first, and then have another treatment in the afternoon. Sigh! I knew this would happen, because they've been doing so much lately. I guess they've finished eating now and are probably at the hospital! I'll know when my wife gets back.

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