Wife and Bad Friend

1998 was a year I'll never forget. After the spring, I was frequently traveling for work and training. My relationship with my wife didn't change much, but our sex life had gradually cooled over time. Plus, my frequent business trips meant I paid less attention to her, especially after a long day. I'd often fall asleep as soon as I got into bed, neglecting her gentle gestures. Even on the rare occasions we did have sex, it was a rushed affair. Days passed

like this, mundane yet hurried. I was used to being carefree and didn't notice some changes in my wife—very subtle changes. Even when I did notice, I didn't think much of it. For example, she seemed to take more baths and go shopping for new clothes. Sometimes when I came back from a business trip, the house looked like it hadn't been heated for days; it was so clean it didn't feel like a home.

One day in mid-September (I don't remember the exact date), I was on a flight home from Beijing. I joked with my colleagues while thinking about a little surprise for my wife. The night before I was to leave, she called to ask when I would be home. I pretended to be helpless and told her it might be another three or four days, so she would never expect me to be home that day.

Remembering the love and care she showed me on the phone every day while I was away on business, I felt a surge of warmth.

The company car dropped me off at the airport and left. When I got home, the house was empty and deserted. I checked the time: 8 pm, still early. I considered all the possibilities: she was at her parents' house; she was working overtime; she was out with friends; or… Suddenly, a terrible thought popped into my head… I shook my head, dismissing the suspicion. My wife has always had plenty of suitors; if she wanted to cheat, she wouldn't wait until now. Besides, she's so virtuous and lovely, always so poised and elegant. There's simply no way that could happen.

Suspicion often destroys a happy family, especially one we'd vowed to grow old together; I silently warned myself. Having restored my trust in my wife, I still wanted to surprise her, so I didn't call to urge her home, nor did I turn on the lights. Instead, I went into the study, lay down in the rocking chair, and closed my eyes to rest.

Time seemed to pass slowly, and my wife still hadn't returned. I grew anxious, but glancing at the time, I couldn't help but chuckle: only half an hour had passed. It seemed waiting was indeed agonizing.

I stopped lying down, stood up, and went to the window to look down, hoping to see my wife's captivating figure. Thinking and hoping… a long-lost passion welled up within me, as if I had traveled back in time to the days of our passionate love. Lost

in reverie, ten minutes passed quickly, but I still hadn't seen my wife appear at the corner of the street. Instead, I noticed a young man about my age standing in the shadows not far away, seemingly waiting for someone.

Bored, I began to observe him with great interest.

Who was it…? I couldn't see clearly.

A handsome man… or an ugly one…? I couldn't tell.

...However, I'm certain of two things:

First, he's waiting for someone.

Second, I definitely didn't see him when I came back.

While I was idly pondering him, I saw him emerge from the shadows, seemingly to greet someone. Using the light of the streetlamp, I breathed a sigh of relief and finally saw his face. It turned out to be one of my best friends; his wife is a good friend of my wife's.

This guy loves to flirt around, a habit he hasn't changed even after marriage. Actually, his wife is quite pretty, though not as beautiful as my wife, she's still above average, with a good figure, curvaceous and well-defined.

I chuckled to myself, thinking that with his wife pregnant, he probably has nowhere to vent his energy and is out chasing after other women. He's probably set his sights on some girl in the neighborhood again this time.

Following his gaze, I wanted to see what the girl looked like, but to my surprise, I saw my wife appear in my line of sight. A pale yellow, fitted dress accentuated her 1.64m, 86-65-88 figure, making her look incredibly alluring. Her long, flowing hair made her oval face appear exceptionally delicate. She was alone; her child was probably at her maternal grandmother's house again (her family has a nanny). However, I immediately understood, because of my relationship with his wife, who was also his friend. His behavior was a normal reaction: while waiting for someone, seeing an acquaintance, he went up to greet them.

Unexpectedly, I witnessed a completely different reaction: they both clearly saw each other, but my wife seemed not to recognize him at all, walking straight into the building, while my friend seemed completely unconcerned, his gaze following my wife's figure, still standing downstairs, only occasionally glancing up at my house…

Could it be… that ominous premonition resurfaced in my mind?

The study had curtains, and the lights were off, so I wasn't worried that he had seen me. I shook my head, temporarily putting my doubts aside: I heard my wife coming upstairs.

When we were renovating the house, for privacy, we combined the master bedroom with an adjacent bedroom, turning that bedroom into a study. To get to the bedroom from the living room, you had to pass through the study first, and the living room also lost a door. To avoid disturbing our rest, we re-partitioned the two rooms with wooden partitions for wardrobes and a TV cabinet, leaving space for a few decorative items, and also created a small storage room in the study.

(A complete house diagram is missing here. I wanted to give everyone a visual understanding, but I'm too clumsy to figure out how to attach the diagram; I'll have to make up for it later.) I'm currently in the storage room. The door has some louvers, with the louvers facing down. From the inside, you can see the main entrance and most of the living room, but from the outside, you can only see the upper part of the storage room by looking up through the door.

Through the blinds, I saw my wife turn on the light, change her shoes, and walk into the living room. I didn't hear the door lock; she must have left it ajar. Just as I was wondering what was going on and about to come out, I suddenly heard someone push open the ajar door, come in, and then close it again.

The person entered the living room, and upon closer inspection, I realized it was a man—it was my friend from downstairs earlier. I vaguely heard him say softly, "Why did it take so long? I've been waiting downstairs for over half an hour." "When you called, I said I was giving our son a bath. I can't just leave like that." Perhaps the scene I'd just witnessed gave me a bad feeling, so I didn't rush out. Instead, I remained hidden. Anyway, she wouldn't come to the storage room now, and besides, I had my shoes on; there was no need to worry about them finding out.

Suddenly, the two people in the living room fell silent. The man grabbed my wife and pulled her into his arms, kissing her while his hands grabbed and squeezed her full breasts. I could vaguely hear the sounds of kissing and panting.

My mind went completely blank for a moment, and I suddenly felt an urge to rush out and beat the adulterous couple (I used to fight a lot when I was in school).

Friend?

Wife?

My heart was like shattered porcelain.

Broken

beyond repair .

Regret… But at the same time, an unusual excitement welled up inside me. I finally steeled myself and watched how things unfolded, trying to figure out what had happened.

After a while, the two separated, and my wife walked into the study. Although I knew they couldn't see in from the outside, I still instinctively crouched down.

My wife turned on the light and went into the bedroom. Then I heard the sound of the bedroom light being turned on and the curtains being drawn. Next, I heard the living room light being turned off with a "click." The guy went into the study and closed the door. I saw the light coming from the study go out. He went straight into the bedroom and closed the door... Because the art shelf between the study and the bedroom was connected, I could clearly hear their laughter and playful banter. I heard the guy want to have sex with my wife first, but my wife insisted on taking a shower first. Eventually, the two of them went into the bathroom, and I could hear them showering. Not long after, I heard them get into bed and turn off the light.

Unable to contain my excitement, I stealthily opened the storage room door, took off my shoes, and tiptoed to the craft shelf, peering into the bedroom… Because my eyes had been in the darkness of the storage room the whole time, the complete darkness of the bedroom and study hadn't completely deprived me of my vision.

I vaguely saw the guy and my wife lying naked on the bed, with a large bath towel under my wife (my wife likes to put a bath towel under her during sex to avoid the bed becoming sticky and uncomfortable when she's too excited). The guy was kissing her while groping her voluptuous body… After a while, I heard him ask my wife to suck his penis, and to my slight relief, no matter how he coaxed her, my wife still refused to kiss him there.

Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, he gave up. He simply sat up and pressed himself against her, and she raised her legs to meet his thrusts. I heard my wife let out a soft "hmm," and I knew his thing was inside her. This lustful man thrust faster and faster like a lecher, and after only about 20 thrusts, he lay still... A moment later, my wife turned on the bedside lamp. I quickly lowered my head and heard the rustling sound of tissues being wiped on her lower body in the bedroom. My wife's voice suddenly rang out: "I want to sleep. You should go back." I was startled and was about to crawl back to the storage room when I heard my "friend" reply: "Usually when I call you, you always make excuses about not being able to. Today we just had our fun and you want me to go back? Anyway, today you're always..." "My husband isn't coming back, and I already told my family I wasn't going home today. Are you expecting me to sleep on the streets?"

My wife chuckled. "I have to go to work tomorrow. The last few times you stayed overnight at my place, I didn't get a good night's sleep. Besides, I have a family, and I don't want to change my current life. If I hadn't been fooled by you that time, I wouldn't have agreed to maintain this relationship with you. Please come back."

He laughed too. "You're always so cooperative during sex, which means you're willing, isn't it? I love your gentle and submissive nature. Damn it... (sorry, I'll omit my name) what good deeds did I do to deserve such a beautiful and voluptuous wife like you?" There was a moment of silence in the bedroom, then the lights went out.

"Don't curse my husband, he's a good guy, he just made the mistake of hanging out with a bad friend like you." "What? Your husband's probably sleeping with some prostitute right now." "Impossible, he went with people from his workplace. Honestly, have you ever hired a prostitute?" "No, I never hire prostitutes." (Actually, this guy frequents prostitutes, but now he's acting like a saint, damn it.) "Let me tell you honestly, if you've ever hired a prostitute, don't touch me again, I don't want to catch that disease." "I swear..."

The two were playfully bickering in the bedroom... As things became clearer, my mind became unusually calm.

From their conversation, I knew their relationship probably wouldn't last long. When? (I still haven't definitively confirmed this)?

Looking back, it must have been after the Lunar New Year. My wife had fully recovered her postpartum figure and you couldn't tell she'd given birth at all; on the contrary, she had a more mature charm than before. It was probably in March, because my best friend kept hanging around, sometimes coming to my house five or six times a week. But I wasn't on a business trip in March, so that seems unlikely.

The most probable time was early May. He called me frequently while I was away on business, probably to find out my schedule. Also, my wife was weaning our child at the time, and the baby was staying with her parents for a week, which meant we didn't see each other. I happened to be in Nanjing then.

Yes, I remember the night I returned from Nanjing, he came over for a visit. He seemed a little disappointed when he saw me at home, and my wife also seemed a bit strange when she saw him.

Since the end of June, I've been on three business trips, totaling over 20 days. This guy only called twice. I guess he must have already succeeded by now, otherwise he wouldn't need to check my itinerary every time (his wife is at home, he's in a hotel—I doubt that's likely, he's probably having sex with me most of the time, damn it, just thinking about it makes me angry).

Just then, I heard some noises coming from the bedroom. I peeked out and saw the two of them rolling around in bed again. (I forgot to mention that we run the air conditioning full blast when we sleep in the summer, so we only need a light blanket.) I heard my friend trying to persuade my wife to swallow his penis again, but she firmly refused. (Actually, my wife is quite good at oral sex, very gentle and pleasurable, but she always insists that I wash myself clean first, and she absolutely refuses to swallow semen.) Helpless, he had no choice but to get straight to the point... Sometimes it was the traditional position, sometimes the side-rear position. His rapid breathing and my wife's soft moans constantly stimulated my brain. The sounds of his penis thrusting in and out and the sounds of flesh colliding were clearly audible, interspersed with occasional cries of pain from my wife as he suddenly penetrated her.

Soon after, my wife reached orgasm. Perhaps because he had just ejaculated, this time he lasted a long time. Later, probably tired, he sat up and asked my wife to be on top. The blanket slipped to the side, and my wife and he embraced and started masturbating in the cowgirl position. After a while, he wanted to try the doggy style... Suddenly, this guy seemed to have found a treasure:

"Oh, oh, why is your vagina suddenly so tight? It feels like you're sucking me with your mouth!" "Is it good?"

"It's good, it's good, don't stop, oh..."

To be honest, my wife's vagina is definitely a "masterpiece." It has layers upon layers inside, and when it grips and sucks, it feels like countless little mouths are licking it. And no matter how long it goes on, her vaginal opening will close quickly.

This guy got off easy. Under my wife's "secret weapon," he didn't last long before ejaculating. He was exhausted this time, collapsing onto my wife's back and pinning her down on the bed. It took him a while to get off her and lie down to the side. I guess he didn't ejaculate much this time. My wife was probably too tired to even wipe herself; she just rolled over, grabbed the blanket, covered herself, and went to sleep.

What I saw was a fact. Once something like this happens, it's bound to happen again. I considered divorce, but looking at my still-docile wife and adorable child, and thinking about the terrible public opinion, I hesitated.

To be honest, I don't take this kind of thing that seriously. Besides, it's an opportunity to try out more women. What angers me is that they shouldn't be cheating on me. Maybe I'd be more accepting of a stranger, but maybe I wouldn't be able to tolerate it then either. Who knows?

After weighing the options, I decided not to expose them, but to accept the situation, as long as they don't make a big fuss about it.

Judging from my usual feelings, my wife still loves me, and besides, I'm not perfect. I'll just console myself and call it even.

It seems a wife really can't be too beautiful, otherwise even if she doesn't have the desire, someone else will always find an opportunity—that's so true.

There's another strange phenomenon that puzzles me: I found myself incredibly excited when I peeked. The stimulation was unprecedented. After the snoring from the bedroom, my penis became unbearably erect, so I sneaked out of the house. It was already past 2 AM. I couldn't even manage to go to a beauty salon and hire a prostitute (with a condom, of course) as they suggested.

However, the cool night breeze naturally calmed my arousal to a manageable level. But the thought of that guy being able to freely play with innocent women without a condom, while I was helplessly homeless, filled me with rage: One day, I'll play with your wife too.

(Thankfully, two years later, one summer, I finally achieved my wish, without his knowledge, but that's another story.) I spent the night in a hotel, dozing off for a while before finally falling asleep, only to have a nightmare.

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