Exposed slutty wife

My wife is 30 years old this year. We have been married for five years. I always thought she was just a little frigid. I never expected that half a year ago I would accidentally discover that she was not only not frigid, but also an exhibitionist. It turns out that our sex life was not able to satisfy her abnormal sexual needs, but I mistakenly thought she was a little frigid.
That night, my wife was working overtime. Around 10:30, I suddenly thought of going up to the rooftop on the 18th floor to get some fresh air. I realized that we hadn't been up there to take a look since we moved here.
As I strolled down to the stairwell of Building F (I live in Building D), I noticed what sounded like voices coming from the elevator machine room. Driven by curiosity, I went to investigate.
But they overheard a man and a woman having an obscene conversation.
The woman seemed to be begging the man to have sex with her, but the man deliberately teased her, making her do all sorts of lewd things, and told her to climb around the rooftop before he would agree to have sex with her.
I heard them walking down the stairs, so I quickly retreated to the rooftop. In a corner, I saw several large ventilation pipes, so I hid behind them.
After a while, a man peeked out from the rooftop and then saw a naked woman crawling out like a dog, with a pair of high heels hanging from her buttocks, the heels clearly inserted into her anus and vagina.
She seemed afraid that her high heels would fall off, so she didn't dare to climb too fast. Occasionally, she would reach out and press the high heels behind her to make them go deeper into her body.
When she climbed back to the stairwell entrance, the man kicked off his slippers and used his toes to rub the woman's breasts, while pulling on her long hair with one hand. Later, the woman sucked on the man's toes. Then, the man seemed to curse (I vaguely heard the words "slut"), and said something else. The woman tilted her head back, her mouth wide open, and the man spat into her mouth. The woman actually swallowed it and nodded.
Then they went back to the server room floor.
Stimulated by this scene, I froze and could barely breathe.
Because although I didn't know the man, the woman turned out to be my wife.
(Isn't she... working overtime at the company?) Although it was dark, her long hair and face clearly belonged to my wife of five years.
I kept asking myself: How could this happen? Was she forced? But she just asked that man to have sex with her! Our building was only completed a little over a year ago, and we've only been here for a little over four months (at the time of the incident). How long have they been doing this? Less than 35% of the units are occupied yet, and very few people come up to the rooftop. Do they often have affairs here? Who is that man? Should I stop them? What should I do? After standing there dumbfounded for a long time, my mind a jumble, I wandered to the stairwell and faintly heard my wife's moans, which struck me like a thunderbolt.
I returned to my home downstairs inexplicably, like a walking corpse, and lay on my bed lost in thought, not knowing why I didn't expose them.
My wife came home around 11:30. Seeing me lying in bed, not asleep, she said, "Ugh! I'm exhausted. My boss was acting strangely today, and our team is practically worn out!"
After saying that, seeing that I didn't react much, she went to take a shower.
I didn't sleep a wink that night, my penis was erect, and I spent the whole night thinking about all sorts of ways to get revenge on them.
(2) Ever since I caught my wife cheating and perverted behavior on the rooftop, a thought of revenge has been lingering in my mind.
He had considered many methods, even thinking of hiring some delinquent teenagers to beat the man up and then gang rape his wife.
But reason tells me it's not feasible, and besides, I don't know any underworld figures, and the consequences would be huge.
Besides, I'm not a heartless person. Although I was furious for the first few days, I calmed down after a few days and decided to deal with it in a traditional way.
First of all, I haven't had sex with my wife for a while (we don't do it often anyway). I figured that since she's so promiscuous, she'd eventually give in and I'd catch her again.
I think this marriage can't be sustained. I can't let those two scoundrels get away with it after I've been cheated on.
I plan to work with the police to catch them in the act of adultery and ruin their reputations.
I also called the police station to inquire about catching someone in the act of adultery, but the answer I received was very disheartening.
Anyway, the police seemed to think it's better to avoid trouble, and they kept making excuses to me about issues of identification... that it wasn't their obligation... that they were just speaking from the notary's perspective... issues of identifying people, events, and places... issues of jurisdiction... I was completely confused.
In short, the exact location and jurisdiction must be clearly defined.
My job is quite demanding, so I was almost completely distracted from work for the next few weeks. Whenever my wife told me she had to work overtime, I became extremely wary. To avoid alerting her, I didn't dare call her company to verify (I had never done so before). Instead, I started stalking her near her workplace (which was a real chore, having to be furtive and acting like I was the one doing something wrong). After following her several times without incident, I finally saw her rush downstairs around 7:30 pm one evening, about two weeks later. She hailed a taxi and left. At that moment, I was certain she was going to meet her lover, because why would she take a taxi when she had a car?
So I quickly put on my newly bought helmet (she didn't know) and rode my bike to follow her from a distance.
But when I crossed the interchange and turned off the motorcycle lane, I found a dozen or twenty taxis crowded on the temporary pedestrian bridge for cars. When I turned around to the other side of the temporary bridge from a distance, I found that I had lost them.
At that moment, I was extremely anxious, but there was nothing I could do.
I know she's not going home (damn it! She's definitely out having sex with her lover at some hotel). I'm furious, but there's nothing I can do.
After circling the area several times without finding anything, I had no choice but to go home disappointed.
I turned on the TV at home but couldn't concentrate on watching anything; all I could think about were the scenes I'd seen on the rooftop that day.
Later, unable to suppress the torment any longer, and disregarding whether it would alert the enemy, I called my wife's phone at 9:30.
But I still hadn't received a call back by 10 p.m., and I didn't dare to call again (a small act of impatience could ruin a big plan). Finally, my wife came home around 11 p.m.
When she saw me sitting in the living room watching TV, she said, "Do we have any size 4 batteries left? My pager is out of power."
(Damn it! What a thief!) "Look in the drawers, couldn't you have bought some on the way?"
"I only realized it when I was almost home. I think I should have some more at home, so I'll use them up first and then buy more."
Just as I turned to talk to her, I noticed that her pale yellow shirt had water stains, and so did her skirt.
When her guilty gaze met mine, she shifted her attention to the low cabinet and said, "Let me look for it!"
I didn't want to expose her right now, so I said to her to smooth things over, "No wonder you didn't answer my calls."
"Oh...didn't you call me at the office?"
(In a tentative tone) "No! It's nothing. I was thinking of asking you to bring back a pack of cigarettes, but I figured you were busy, so I didn't bother."
She said with a sigh of relief, "Sigh...you're really lazy!"
(Damn it! They've turned the tables on me.) "Look! My colleague spilled tea all over me, I don't know if I can wash it off."
"Oh..." I replied indifferently.
(Thief! Thief! Thief! Traitor! Scoundrel! What a fucking pervert!) I'm surprised I can stand it; I guarantee this green hat of mine is the greenest and brightest in the world.
Either I underestimated this slut's responsiveness, or they had already planned this on the way.
Or perhaps she is truly "slutty" enough to handle things so hastily.
She then went to take a shower, and that's how the night passed.
After that, I went to her company to monitor her twice more but found nothing. I was thinking of hiring a professional investigation company to handle it.
That day, she called my phone and said she had to work overtime. I didn't care to follow her. After finishing my work, I went home around nine o'clock.
As I approached the gate, I saw my wife walking home. When she saw me, she looked surprised.
So I stopped and told her to get in the car.
(My car is parked in an underground parking space, my wife's car is parked outside.) "Is your car parked far away?"
" ...right..."
She looked embarrassed and then said, "I want to take a walk to get some exercise."
"Aren't we supposed to work overtime today?"
"Yes... but I came back a little earlier since nothing else was wrong."
(What a lie! Why work overtime if there's nothing to do? The boss makes a lot of money! Besides, you can exercise anytime, so why park so far away? I think there must be something going on.) So, without saying a word, I told her in the elevator, "I have to go out later. I have an appointment with a client in Nantou, and we might have to drink a little. I don't think I'll be back before 2 PM."
"Why so late?"
"There's no way around it! That guy only has time now, and besides, he won't be happy unless I have a drink with him."
"Oh... drink less later."
"I wish I could! But when you're in the world of martial arts, you're not always in control of your own destiny."
After entering the house, I deliberately lingered, noticing that she hadn't changed her clothes and seemed distracted while watching TV.
Looking at the clock, it was almost 9:30. I told her I would be leaving in 20 minutes.
Then she said she needed to go out and take out the trash.
(I found it strange. She used to take out the trash in the morning when she left home, and rarely took it out at night. But recently she's been taking it out at night more often.) Suddenly, a thought struck me. So, while she was out, I peeked through the peephole at the front door and saw that the elevator went down to the first floor. (Strange! Could I have guessed wrong?) But after four or five minutes, the elevator came up, but it didn't stop on my floor. Instead, it went straight up to the 18th floor.
About five minutes later, the elevator came down from the top floor and stopped on my floor.
At that point, I roughly knew what trick she was playing.
So I went out five minutes later, deliberately parked the car two blocks away, and then walked back.
I turned all the machines off to silent mode and deliberately went up to the top floor from the elevator in Building A, leaving the door to the outside of the stairwell slightly ajar. This angle allowed me to see the situation in Buildings D, E, and F on the other side.
Ten minutes passed without any movement. Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated. As I was about to hang up, an idea popped into my head, so I pressed the call button, covered my mouth and the phone with my hand, and heard my wife's voice on the other end: "Hello...where are you?"
"We're almost at the expressway."
To avoid echoing, I tried to keep my voice down.
"Your voice sounds strange."
"The signal is bad here, what's wrong?"
"No, no! Be careful when you drink and drive! I'm tired, I'm going to sleep later!"
"Okay...don't wait for me!"
The weasel is giving a New Year's greeting to the chicken; I guess she's testing me.
Sure enough, less than ten minutes after I hung up the phone, I saw my wife walk from the stairwell of Building D to the rooftop and head towards Building F.
Sure enough, this was their secret base.
Few residents live in this building, and almost no one comes up to the rooftop, especially now that it's so late.
It looks like they'll be doing it in the same elevator machine room as last time.
I quickly seized the opportunity, rushed downstairs, and called the police station from the street corner where I parked my car.
After some explanation and some back and forth, we finally arranged to meet the police officer at the street corner and he took my car to the basement.
(Intentionally avoiding the management office) On the way, the police officer warned me that it's best to catch them having sex in the act, otherwise it's difficult to convict them, and adultery is a crime that can only be prosecuted after being reported.
Hearing this, I actually hoped they could play for a little longer, and that the man could last a long time, otherwise it wouldn't be easy to catch him in those short ten or twenty minutes.
Besides, it has already been delayed for a long time.
If he only lasts five minutes, wouldn't all his previous efforts be wasted?

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