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Warning signs of a wife's infidelity 

Everyone has two sides. To maintain face, the side that one feels doesn't conform to social norms is deeply suppressed and hidden. This process of hiding and suppressing is actually the root of self-pressure. Is it really worth sacrificing so much for face? I'm a maintenance engineer, frequently traveling all over the country. At first, I wasn't used to it, especially after marriage. I couldn't bear to part with my beautiful wife. Speaking of my wife, Zihan, she's petite and delicate, a slender beauty, 1.65 meters tall

, with a slim figure, but her breasts and buttocks are quite large—the kind of woman who's very curvaceous.

Honestly, if I hadn't acted quickly while she was breaking up with her boyfriend, I would never have had the chance to marry a beauty like Zihan.

During our courtship, we had our share of disagreements and went through a period of on-and-off relationship for over a year. It was around that time that I joined my current company, working on low-voltage electrical repairs. I gained the approval of my superiors and gradually became more important, starting to travel frequently for work. Perhaps because of this constant travel, I sometimes felt very lonely. After experiencing this, I became even more tolerant and caring towards Zihan. Zihan sensed my sincerity, and we quickly rekindled our passionate romance. At the same time, both of our careers progressed well, and after discussing it, we decided to get married.

My family borrowed some money to buy an apartment in the city. Zihan's family provided a car as part of her dowry. The furniture and appliances were all bought with our savings. Although the apartment wasn't heavily renovated, we were quite content. We considered ourselves middle-class, with a house and a car.

But something has been bothering me. I discovered that Zihan wasn't a virgin the first time we made love. At the time, I was just sweet and nervous, and I didn't ask her directly. To be honest, I didn't dare to ask. After we got married, as the climax of our sex life gradually subsided and we entered a more stable period, I would ask my wife before making love, "Who did you give your virginity to?" Zihan would always shyly avoid the question, changing the subject or sometimes pretending to be clueless, but she would insist that it was with me. When I asked her why she didn't bleed the first time, Zihan said that she really didn't bleed the first time. Hearing this made me even more suspicious, but Zihan would come up with jokes, kisses, and teasing, and each time it would come to nothing.

One time, I waited until I was inside Zihan and slowly thrusting in and out before asking her. This time, Zihan was noticeably different. While caressing her breasts, I asked, "Zihan, who did you give your first time to?" Zihan tried to avoid the question, so I intensified my attack on her sensitive areas. Zihan moaned and mumbled, "Husband, please, don't ask anymore, hurry... hurry, I'm coming... ah...!" I immediately slowed down, letting Zihan slowly slide down from her peak. While kissing her ear, I whispered to her, "Zihan, we are the closest people in the world. Look, our bodies and our souls are connected. Now we..." "Tell your husband everything about you! Your husband wants to know everything about you. To love someone is to love all of them..." I said, teasing Zihan rhythmically. Perhaps moved by my words, Zihan relaxed her guard under my teasing. "Husband, actually, my first time was with my first boyfriend... ah... ah... husband... I'm coming... hurry... husband, don't stop... ah..." Hearing Zihan begin to reveal her secret, I couldn't help but feel excited. My movements became a little too fast, and Zihan, stimulated by my thrusting and teasing, suddenly reached orgasm. Under the double stimulation of my own orgasm and Zihan's, I couldn't hold back either, hugging Zihan and thrusting desperately. We both reached a long-awaited synchronized orgasm.

After the afterglow of the orgasm subsided, when I asked Zihan again, she started to joke and deny everything. I couldn't do anything about it, only blaming myself for not controlling myself and letting Zihan escape at the crucial moment.

I'm away on another business trip. This time, Zihan's phone calls have been frequent, but I sensed a strange excitement in her voice, which made me uneasy. Calming down, I listened to her calls, and they all revolved around a class reunion. Another important piece of information caught my attention: one of her classmates who had returned from overseas wanted to invest in and collaborate with her company.

This growing unease spurred me to speed up my work and rush home early. When I got home, I found an automatic mahjong machine. Was Zihan playing mahjong out of boredom? Knowing Zihan as I do, even if she wanted to play cards, she wouldn't buy a mahjong machine for her home. And this one looked quite high-end. Although Zihan's company is good—a subordinate unit of the Provincial Environmental Protection Department, essentially the department's slush fund—the Provincial Environmental Assessment Center—she's still just a salaried worker. This mahjong machine in her home puzzled me.

I checked the house and everything seemed normal except for the mahjong machine. I turned on the computer and logged into Zihan's QQ, but found nothing amiss. My unease made me search the house more thoroughly. In Zihan's wardrobe, I found two very hidden drawers. This wardrobe was something Zihan bought when I was on a business trip. She even sent me pictures and asked for my opinion. I didn't pay much attention at the time, telling Zihan that as long as she liked it, I was satisfied. Zihan takes care of both of our clothes, so I only discovered these two drawers today after searching so carefully. I opened one drawer, and there was a set of soft, thin underwear. I took it out and looked at it... It was a set of black lingerie, made of completely sheer black mesh. Looking closely, it was a tight-fitting short dress with a collar and no sleeves, the neckline trimmed with red or black silk. It was so sheer it was indistinguishable from sheer stockings. Regardless, the lingerie itself was undeniably beautiful. Looking at it in my hands, my mind raced. If Zihan wore this, it would be enough to make anyone's nose bleed. But then I thought, the lingerie had been worn and washed. The scent was the same as the clothes Zihan washed for me, further confirming it had been washed.

Why did Zihan buy such lingerie? Who was she wearing it for? Who was she with...? The feelings inside were indescribable, but an inexplicable thrill enveloped me, leaving me both excited and frustrated.

The bottom of the drawer was filled with Zihan's normal underwear and panties, though the colors and patterns varied and the styles were quite sexy, but still within the normal range. I put the sexy lingerie back in the drawer as it was, and tried to open another drawer, only to find it locked. After examining it for a moment, I realized that it was impossible to open the drawer without being discovered.

Although I was very curious, I restrained myself.

Zihan was very happy to see me return early. She took off her high heels and affectionately threw herself into my arms. "My darling husband, why didn't you tell me you were coming back early! I could have prepared a surprise for you," I replied, stroking Zihan, who was wearing a blue dress. "I missed my little darling so much that I worked extra hard to get back and pamper my baby!" We were intimate for a while, and Zihan started panting softly, pushing me away. "Let's eat and shower first, we'll talk about it tonight! Being obedient will have its benefits!" she said, winking playfully.

After dinner, Zihan asked me to clean the kitchen while she took a shower early. After I finished and sat in the living room watching TV, Zihan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair still wet. I went to hug her, but she quickly waved her hand,

saying, "I need to dry my hair. You go take a shower first, I'll wait for you in the bedroom." She then dashed into the bedroom, giving me a seductive wink before closing the door.

I hurriedly finished showering and opened the bedroom door. Unidentified jazz music drifted in. Zihan had already dried her hair and was wearing her sexy lingerie without a bra, striking an elegant yet alluring pose with a shy expression. I looked at Zihan's barely concealed body, especially her pubic hair, which stood erect, some strands peeking through the fabric. Zihan's snow-white skin made her neatly trimmed pubic hair seem to shimmer. Zihan's pubic hair was very... Zihan's pubic hair is abundant, so she trims it frequently. I know that Zihan's pubic area is one of her sensitive areas. I often stroke her neatly trimmed pubic hair, and the fluffy, prickly feel is very nice. Zihan's breasts are very distinctive. They are round and perky, with the nipples pointing sharply upwards. Zihan's breasts are not small, but her nipples are very small, red, and tender, like the nipples of a girl who has not yet developed. Zihan's nipples and pubic area are very sensitive. Just a gentle rubbing and stroking will make Zihan's vulva overflow with desire.

I took off my bath towel and gently embraced Zihan. A unique fragrance wafted towards me. I caressed and kissed Zihan, and she responded passionately. The contrast between Zihan's smooth skin and her slightly rough gauze dress was striking. The stimulation immediately made my lower body tense and stand erect. I deliberately pressed against Zihan's soft belly. Zihan looked at me shyly and smiled. We swayed gently to the rhythm in perfect harmony. When I deliberately swayed, I lightly poked between Zihan's thighs with my penis. Zihan twitched her little nose and made a face, but her legs tightly clamped my penis. She stopped swaying from side to side and began to rub back and forth in rhythm (rubbing, rubbing, like the devil's steps).

I could feel that Zihan was already overflowing with lustful fluids from my caresses and kisses. With the friction of my penis, Zihan couldn't help but let out soft moans from her nose. I could feel Zihan's body temperature rising and her arms around me tightening. I knew Zihan was about to come. I gently pushed Zihan away and turned her around, partly to give her time to cool down and partly to change positions.

I hugged Zihan from behind, grasping one breast in each hand. Zihan raised her arms, wrapping them around my neck, and turned her head to kiss me from behind. I caressed her tender breasts while responding to her passionate kiss. My penis slipped between her thighs, gently rubbing against her overflowing vulva. Perhaps the friction from behind was less stimulating for Zihan, and she could handle it. Sure enough, Zihan brazenly clamped my penis between her thighs, swaying back and forth and side to side without restraint. I immediately changed my caresses and grasps to pinching and kneading her nipples with my fingers, varying the pressure and speed. Zihan immediately reacted. As soon as I responded, the force of my hip swaying decreased, and the moans from my nose immediately increased. Zihan freed one hand, reached down, grabbed my penis, and gently pulled it. With a push of her middle finger, she inserted my penis into her wet and slippery vagina. Zihan's vagina was very narrow and tight, and there seemed to be some small, sharp particles in the folds. These particles themselves would increase the friction. If it weren't for Zihan's guidance, it would be difficult to insert my penis in one go. I remember when we were newlyweds, we worked up quite a sweat trying to penetrate Zihan's tight little hole. Fortunately, Zihan always had plenty of vaginal lubrication; otherwise, with such a tight little hole and dryness, it would be almost impossible to penetrate with an erection.

As my penis entered, we both let out a satisfied groan. I held it firmly without thrusting, pushing Zihan onto the bed. I turned her around, lay down on the bed, and gently pushed her to sit up. At my signal, Zihan, her lower body still tightly engulfing my penis, carefully turned around. The process of her turning around was incredibly pleasurable; I felt like I was in heaven. Seeing my blissful expression, Zihan smiled mischievously and, using her hands and feet, sped up her rotation, turning twice more. Then, with a "pop," because of the incorrect position, my penis was abruptly pulled out. I quickly sat up straight, reached down and supported my penis, slowly sitting down. We both sighed with pleasure. Zihan wanted to spin around, so I helped her up and gently pulled her into my arms, flipping her over and pinning her down. I kissed her and rhythmically thrust in and out, kneading her nipples. When I felt Zihan gradually losing control, I gently kissed her ear, "Zihan, you haven't finished talking about your first time! I just want to have you completely, your past, your future, the good, the bad, everything.

" Zihan seemed aroused too, panting softly, "Husband, move! Hurry! If you move, I'll tell you everything, whatever you ask, I'll tell you the truth, um!... Oh...!" This time, although I was a little excited by Zihan's lingerie, I was determined to get to the bottom of things, so I controlled the rhythm well. Zihan enjoyed it, but didn't reach orgasm.

Under my rhythmic onslaught, Zihan began to confess, "I gave my first time to my first love's classmate... Ah...! Hurry up, husband, don't stop.

" I thrust harder a few times to encourage Zihan's honesty, and continued to ask, "Where did you give it to him?" "In the middle of the night... in the school library, oh... ah...!" I pressed on with my questions, "What's his name?" Zihan: "His name is Yang... Guang, he's... our high school class monitor... ah...!" I asked, "Will he be at the class reunion this time?" Zihan answered while moaning, "Oh...! Yes... ah...!" I pressed on while the iron was hot, "How many times have you done it?" Zihan hesitated for a moment, and after I thrust harder a few times, she answered with a moan, "Hmm!... Just once... oh..." I felt that Zihan was lying, so I threatened her, "Tell the truth, or I'll stop."

"Zihan was a little flustered. After I poked her a few times, she seemed to have made up her mind, or perhaps she was so happy that she couldn't control herself. She pleaded and said intermittently, "Don't stop... ah... husband... you're so good at it...! Doing it with you... is the most comfortable... I can't... remember how many times we've done it... ah...!" Hearing Zihan say this, I felt a pang of jealousy. If she couldn't remember how many times we'd done it, it meant we'd done it too many times. At the same time, I felt a strange mix of excitement and discomfort. Without realizing it, I increased the speed of my thrusting and then asked loudly.

"How many men have you slept with, you little slut?" "Ah...! Husband... don't... call me a slut... ah... I'm coming... ah!" Zihan shouted a few times. During her orgasm, Zihan desperately hugged me, trying to stop my thrusting. Her body was also convulsing violently. During Zihan's intermittent convulsions, I felt my penis being desperately sucked inside her. A cool, pulling force emanated from Zihan's lower body, and I was instantly overwhelmed, ejaculating inside her.

After the orgasm, I wanted to ask Zihan more questions, but she started complaining and acting coquettishly.

"Honey, you're so mean! You insulted me and even threatened me. None of what you said earlier counts.

" I asked Zihan, "Then what did you say earlier count? Were they all lies? Were you lying to your husband?" Zihan playfully made a face. "Anyway

, they don't count. You're so mean! Oops! Your little brother slipped out! Quick, get some tissues, don't get the sheets dirty.

" I knew Zihan was changing the subject, so I laughed at her. "With you like a monster, the sheets would have been flooded and turned into a dragon palace long ago. Now you're trying to fix it, but it's too late.

" Zihan saw me teasing her. "Honey, you're so annoying, laughing at me. I'm never doing this with you again.

" The topic was diverted, and I knew I wouldn't get the truth out of her, so I'd have to wait for another opportunity.

While chatting in bed, Zihan told me that the mahjong machine was bought by a classmate who was in business. He wanted to use the excuse of playing mahjong to get on good terms with our boss, so I could also use the opportunity to get closer to him. I asked which classmate it was. Zihan hesitated for a moment and said, "You wouldn't know anyway, so don't ask.

By the way, my classmate gave me a 100,000 yuan referral fee. I know you're usually quite free after your business trips, so use this money to renovate the house.

" As she spoke, she jumped off the bed naked, bent over, and swayed her sexy, round buttocks back and forth. After a while, Zihan took out ten stacks of 100-yuan bills from the bottom drawer of the opposite cabinet.

Zihan turned around and saw me staring at her with shining eyes, so she laughed at me mockingly.

"Look at you, all lecherous and greedy for money, like you've seen a beautiful woman, you little rascal.

" "I'm really innocent! I just thought your butt looked too sexy.

Oh... I see! You did it on purpose, just wait and see how I deal with you, you little vixen.

" After saying that, she pounced on me like a tiger.

Hahaha... Hehehe... "Oh! Honey, I won't do it again, I admit my mistake... Ah... Oh... Hmm...!" An unexpected encounter had begun again.

[The End]

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