The vast ocean of adulterous wives

Sunlight streamed in through the bedroom window, illuminating my wife's naked body. She nestled in my arms like a kitten. The words of the successful man kept echoing in my mind; once that step was taken, there would be no turning back. Retreat?

Or continue?

"You're awake?" My wife's voice interrupted my thoughts. "You were so annoying last night, I was so sleepy." My wife pulled the blanket over herself, covering her naked body. I then realized I was holding a completely naked body. I brought my face close to hers, gently stroking her cheek. "What's wrong with you?" my wife said coquettishly. I didn't speak, slowly bringing my lips to hers, my hand caressing her plump buttocks. Just as I was about to take things further, my wife pushed me away. "No, I'm going to be late, get up and go to work." She said, getting out of bed, tying her hair, and heading to the bathroom.

I lay in bed, picked up my phone, and a QQ message popped up—it was from the successful man.

"Brother, if you've made up your mind, send the marriage certificate to this address. Remember to leave an address where you can receive packages." I turned off my phone, listening to the sounds of washing up coming from the bathroom, and the image of my wife being pinned down by a strange man resurfaced in my mind. Without thinking, I opened the bedside table and stuffed the marriage certificate into my bag.

I mailed the marriage certificate to the address the man had sent, leaving my own address. I didn't dare leave my home address, but rather an address near my workplace. I knew the courier wouldn't be able to find me and would call me. Near the courier station, I got a new SIM card. I had a vague feeling that the man would send something, something I couldn't let anyone else know.

A day later, filled with anxiety, I received a QQ message from the man—a picture of my wife and me, with a new delivery slip underneath. The recipient was me.

"The marriage certificate is real, we believe you. So you're in N city? I'm very close to you, I'm in Q city, let me have a taste of your wife's new life," the man continued.

"What did you send me?" "Don't worry, it's just medicine to put my wife to sleep. There are some incredibly knowledgeable people in the group." "Isn't this too risky? You can't just use this kind of thing like that? It's my wife, after all." "Don't worry, we know what we're doing. There are specific instructions in the package. Contact me if you don't understand. You can't back out now." After saying that, the successful man's avatar went gray again.

Yes, I had no way out.

Another day later, I received the successful man's package. Inside were several small white pills, several glass tubes filled with water, and a syringe with a catheter. I tried to calm my trembling hands and sat in the car, afraid to get out. It felt like I was holding a time bomb. I knew these were the medicine to put my wife to sleep.

"Beep beep beep." My phone alerted me to a QQ message.

"Bro, got the stuff? Let me try it out. I saw your marriage certificate. The day after tomorrow is Saturday, your and your wife's wedding anniversary. An anniversary, how can we not have some fun? Haha." "You want to come?" I typed the message knowing the answer already.

"Hmm. A friend in the group asked me to check it out first, so of course I'm happy to oblige." "What do you want to do?" My mind was almost blank, and I typed blankly into my phone. But I could clearly feel the uncomfortable swelling in my crotch.

"The day after tomorrow is your wedding anniversary. You stay home and have a romantic evening with your wife, drink some red wine, and then... hahaha, leave it to me." The successful man sent a wicked smiley face.

"The night after tomorrow, I'll be waiting for your message. See you there." The successful man went offline after saying that.

I sat blankly in the car, irritably turning on the radio. "I should be under the car, not in the car, seeing how sweet you two are..." An outdated A-Du song drifted from the radio. The delivery box made a "ding-ding" sound; there was something else inside.

I felt around and found a very delicate keychain with a crystal pendant. Inside was a nude photo of my wife! It was the picture from that video that night. On the back of the pendant, my wife's name was engraved, and next to it was written "Bus No. 23". I didn't understand why they made such a crystal keychain, but I absolutely couldn't wear it. I tidied up the package and stuffed it into the car's glove compartment.

I picked up the phone and dialed my wife's cell phone. "Honey, I'll pick you up after work, let's go to the supermarket." "Why do you want to go to the supermarket today? What are you buying?" "Some steak and red wine, the day after tomorrow is our wedding anniversary, let's be romantic." My voice trembled slightly, I tried my best to control it.

"You're such a jerk. Okay, pick me up after work."

The day after tomorrow evening, my wife and I were busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, the steak sizzling on the grill. My thoughts, however, were stuck an hour earlier: (1 hour earlier) "Bro, I've arrived in N city. I'll be near your house soon, can you give me an address? I'll make sure your wife has a blast tonight." I hid in the bathroom, reading the message from the successful man, my chest felt like it was blocked by something, wanting to burst out, yet my heart was pounding. I sent my home address, what was bound to happen, happened anyway, it was my own choice.

"What are you thinking about? The steak's going to burn!" My wife's shout pulled me back to reality. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Honey, I love you." "You're such a jerk. The steak's going to burn." Candles were on the table, and two plates held steak and pasta. I popped open a bottle of red wine.

"Sit still, I'll go get a wine glass from the kitchen," I said to my wife, turning and taking the wine into the kitchen.

As I poured the wine, two small pills slipped from my hand into my wife's glass.

"Honey, enjoy." I placed the wine glass in front of her.

"To our wedding anniversary, cheers!" I raised my glass to my wife. "Honey, I love you." My wife raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp. The sour, slightly sweet red wine filled my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched my wife sip the wine. I could almost see the pills not completely dissolved, swirling at the bottom of the glass before flowing into her mouth.

My wife and I chatted casually. She recounted how I pursued her, but another voice seemed to be whispering in my ear, "Has it worked? Not yet? Has it worked?" "Honey, honey..." I was jolted awake by her voice. "Uh... ah..." she yawned deeply. "I've been so tired lately, even a little alcohol makes me sleepy," she said, seemingly both to me and to herself.

"If you're sleepy, go to bed early," I said, looking at her face, her delicate features.

"Okay. I'm sleepy." She stood up, intending to walk to the bedroom, but seemed unsteady. I was prepared, and steadied her, leading her to the bedroom.

Reaching the bed, she seemed like a thirsty traveler in the desert who had found an oasis, collapsing onto the bed. I removed her clothes, leaving her only in her underwear and bra. She lay face down on the bed, her legs dangling off the edge, yet her breathing was already even.

I took my phone, snapped a picture of her, and sent it to Success Man. "Why aren't you naked yet? I've been waiting for your message at the entrance of your complex for a while." "Waiting for you to come and undress." I replied with four words.

"Got it! Thanks, brother. In five minutes, use that small syringe to inject the water from that small glass bottle into your wife's anus. Tonight, she'll be our ultimate toy." Five minutes later, I injected the mysterious water into my wife's anus. She only groaned slightly when the thin tube was inserted, and then there was no further reaction.

Just as I finished, I heard a soft knock on the door. Success Man had arrived.

I opened the door, and a slightly muscular man, about 180cm tall, stood outside with a smile on his face.

"Brother, how did it go?" Success Man said as he entered, carrying a bag.

"I don't know, come and see." I led Success Man to the bedroom.

His eyes lit up, and he eagerly went to the bed and turned my wife over. A strange man, looking at my wife's almost naked body, made my penis start to swell and become engorged.

He glanced at his wife's eyelids, then turned back and said, "Alright." Next, he pulled out a large bag containing two high-end cameras. "What's this…?" I looked at him, puzzled. "Brother, such an exciting process, can't we just leave it unrecorded? I'm counting on you today, brother." The successful man set up one camera, switched to video mode, and handed me the other.

He then sniffed his wife's crotch. "So sexy." Of course, his wife hadn't showered before falling asleep.

He slowly pulled down his wife's bra, and her large breasts bounced out. He grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneading them constantly. "Feels so good." While kneading, he leaned down, bringing his face close to his wife's, and kissed her lips. "Snap!" A photo of a single man kissing his wife was captured on the camera. The successful man quickly removed his own clothes, then stripped off his wife's last piece of clothing—her underwear. A mix of pain and excitement washed over me; my hand holding the camera trembled.

My wife, lying naked before a strange man, was about to become his plaything. And all of this, I had arranged it all myself.

The successful man, naked, lifted his equally naked wife, who was still asleep, and she leaned against him. He adjusted the angle, aligning her full body and face with the camera on the bedside table. He gestured for me to take a picture. I went to the bedside table, and through the camera viewfinder, I saw a scene that made my blood boil: my wife, completely naked, leaned against a strange man, her legs spread apart, her vulva fully exposed. The successful man had one hand supporting her breasts, and the other hand reaching towards her vulva, two fingers parting her labia to reveal her small, dark inner labia, the vaginal opening red. He deliberately positioned my wife's face directly, making it clear who the vulva belonged to. In the background, my wife's wedding photo was behind the two naked bodies, making it clear that the woman in the wedding dress was my wife sitting naked on the bed, her vulva exposed.

I pressed the shutter, feeling my cock about to explode. The successful man turned his wife's face and kissed the lips that once belonged to me. A finger was constantly fiddling between her labia, and glistening liquid slowly flowed from her vagina.

"Brother, this is my first time fucking your wife, I can't find the entrance, could you help me?" The successful man laid his wife flat and knelt between her legs. I knew that the place that once belonged to me would no longer belong to me, or even to this stranger in front of me. The successful man

pressed down on his wife, lifting her legs high, his 18-centimeter cock slapping against her vaginal opening, but not penetrating. "Brother, hurry up and help me. Help my cock find your wife's hole." I stepped forward, squatted down, grabbed the successful man's cock, and slowly rubbed it towards my wife's vaginal opening. "Hiss, hiss," the camera next to me seemed to be adjusting its focus, recording every step I took.

"Brother, I can't fuck your wife without your permission," the successful man said again.

I placed the successful man's penis at my wife's vulva. "I agree to let you fuck my wife. Go ahead and fuck her," I said to him.

"Okay, brother." The successful man thrust forward, his entire penis plunging into my wife's vagina. With each thrust, my wife's labia were turned up high. Half an hour ago, my wife, who had said she loved me, was now having a stranger's penis inserted into her.

"Ah, so good, sister-in-law's pussy is so beautiful." The successful man swayed his hips, his mouth close to my wife's chest, licking her two purple nipples. "Slap!" I took close-up photos, controlling myself from masturbating. I knelt beside my wife's face. She was sleeping, breathing softly, with gentle snores. She didn't know that at this moment, a stranger's penis had filled her vagina, the place that originally belonged to me. I leaned down, wanting to kiss her lips, but I smelled a scent that didn't belong to my wife. It was a unique masculine scent mixed with the smell of smoke and alcohol, belonging to the man who was thrusting and planting his seed in my wife's lower body.

"Oh." The successful man let out a low growl. I knew he had ejaculated. He recklessly ejaculated into his wife's uterus.

"Brother, want to lick it?" The successful man looked at me with a wicked smile.

I didn't say anything, but slowly crawled to the point where he and his wife were joined together. There, a penis was still trembling, stretching his wife's vagina tightly open. Slowly, the penis began to pull out. When the last part of the glans bounced away from his wife's vaginal opening, a white semen with a fishy smell began to gush out from his wife's vagina.

"Brother, while it's hot. Haha, don't be shy." I hesitated, and the successful man picked up his wife's panties and wiped his penis.

Finally, I opened my mouth and pressed it against my wife's vaginal opening. A salty and fishy taste filled my mouth. "Snap snap," the camera shutter clicked, and the successful man was taking close-up photos. "I've been holding back for days to fuck my sister-in-law, there's a lot, brother, eat slowly. Hahaha." The semen seemed to be endless, constantly gushing from his wife's vagina and flowing into my mouth. And my penis was already swollen to its limit. Finally, the foul-smelling semen stopped flowing. I tried to spit it out, but the successful man said, "Your wife has a nice little mouth, hurry up and feed her." I desperately tried to get rid of the filth in my mouth and climbed to my wife's head. My wife remained calm, making even breathing sounds. I didn't care much and put my mouth to hers. My wife couldn't cooperate anymore, and some semen started to drip down her lip. Suddenly, a penis appeared near our mouths, rubbing against my wife's face while sweeping the dripping semen back into her mouth. "Don't waste the essence." The successful man held his penis in one hand and grabbed the camera in the other, a lewd smile on his face.

The successful man didn't linger. After wiping his penis with my wife's underwear, he started packing up the camera and prepared to leave. My wife was still sleeping sweetly, even smacking her lips in her sleep, as if there was something sweet in her mouth. I knew it was only the successful man's semen and my bastard husband's saliva.

"Give this to your wife when she wakes up tomorrow morning." The successful man held up a capsule.

"What's this?" I hesitated to take it. "Don't worry, she'll be a little dizzy. This is an antidote, and it also has contraceptive effects. You don't want to become a father by accident, do you? Hahaha." The successful man chuckled dryly.

I took the capsule, glanced at my wife on the bed, semen still dripping from her vagina. My first time betraying my wife ended like this.

"I'm leaving. It's 11 pm now, still early, brother, savor it slowly. Haha." The successful man patted my shoulder and walked out of the bedroom. I stood frozen in front of the bed, my penis about to explode.

"Oh, I almost forgot." The successful man stood at the bedroom door, "The crystal keychain from last time was quite unique, wasn't it?

It's a high-tech key. Use a special app to scan the nude photo of your wife on it, and a key code will appear.

This is needed to enter the 'site.' I'll send you the app later." I listened blankly, not understanding what the successful man meant, only knowing that the crystal keychain was a special item.

The door slammed shut. The room quieted down, my wife breathing evenly, sprawled out in a sleeping position. My breathing quickened. "I had someone sleep with my wife! I really had someone sleep with my wife!" A voice echoed in my head. "End this ridiculous game." I picked up my phone, found the successful man's QQ, "End it. I..." Before I could finish typing, the successful man's message came through.

"Brother, your wife tastes really good. This is an app, remember to scan the key. Your blissful sex life begins.

Haha." The successful man sent three wicked smiley emojis.

Key? What key? My mind went blank. Oh, that crystal keychain. I went out of the bedroom and rummaged through a hidden compartment in my briefcase and found the keychain with my wife's nude photo embedded in it. I installed the app; the title was "Bus Route Inquiry Software." A dialog box popped up on my phone: "Which bus do you want to take?" A cursor flashed. Which bus? What does that mean? I flipped the keychain over; it had my wife's name and "Bus Route 23" written on it.

23? I tried typing 23, and my phone displayed "Please scan the image of bus route 23." I pointed it at my wife's nude photo, and the phone flashed, "Verification successful." A website opened on my phone. The website was called "Bus Stop." I tried clicking on the link for bus route 23. A screen resembling a bus stop appeared on my phone. It read: Stop 1: xxxx. This is my home address! Driver: xxx, this is my name. Passenger: Success Man. The subsequent stops were empty, but the driver was still me. I found a link for stop 1 and clicked on it.

A video popped up, showing a penis thrusting inside a woman's vagina. "Sister-in-law's vagina feels so good." It was Success Man's voice. "Please fuck my wife." That was my voice. The familiar scene, the familiar environment—it was the bedroom I was standing in!

It was that camera! It was a camera that could broadcast live! In the video, I was licking Success Man's wife's vagina, which had just ejaculated. The focus was very close, and I could clearly see myself buried between my wife's legs. "Don't waste it. Haha." In the video, I feed my wife the semen from the successful man in my mouth, a close-up shot showing both our faces clearly, white semen dripping from our lips.

The video ends there. I close the app; half a message remains unsent on my QQ screen.

I throw down my phone and pounce on my wife on the bed like a hungry wolf. Holding my penis, I thrust into the place that had just been ravaged by the stranger—warm, slippery—it was the successful man's semen.

I thrust wildly, my wife's large breasts trembling like waves. I lean down and roughly kiss my wife's lips. It was fishy, smelly, and salty.

"Uh..." my wife let out a low sound. At this moment, I was about to reach my climax, thrusting forcefully. The successful man's semen in her vagina turned into white foam, smearing my penis and my wife's pubic hair.

"Wife, I had someone fuck you. A stranger's penis went inside you and ejaculated." I muttered loudly as I thrust.

"Wife, I'm the one who put another man's penis inside me. I had someone fuck you!" My wife didn't react at all, except that her whole body shook violently with my thrusting.

"Oh. I'm going to cum, cumming with other men's semen!" With a spasm, I ejaculated deep into my wife's vagina, mixed with the successful man's semen.

I lay down wearily next to my wife, her breath hitting my face. "Beep beep," my phone beeped.

"Brother, looks like you're having a blast." The successful man sent a message, followed by a picture of me thrusting into my wife.

I subconsciously scanned the bedroom; a pinhole camera was placed in an inconspicuous corner, facing the bed.

"Why are you filming me?!" I replied angrily.

"Don't be angry, brother. Just checking if you're satisfied. If I really wanted to film you, I wouldn't have told you. You can choose to remove the camera, or you can choose to leave it there so we can enjoy your wife anytime. Haha." The successful man went offline again.

"Beep beep," my phone notified me of an app notification. It was that bus route tracking app! The screen displayed: "Driver Reviews."

I clicked the link, and a video window popped up. "Oh, honey, I'm going to cum..." came my voice.

I turned off my phone, the exhaustion after ejaculation enveloping me, and I fell into a deep sleep, holding my wife.

[The End]

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