My wife was slept with by my son's best friend~

Finally home! After a grueling 10-hour bus journey, I'm finally back in my haven.
Today is my wife's 42nd birthday! I was so eager to get home that I rushed to the cake shop as soon as I got off the bus, bought her favorite
cake, and then, carrying my heavy suitcase, hailed a taxi. In my haste, I left the taxi
without , almost causing a misunderstanding. I eagerly ran up to the 7th floor, my joy overshadowing my already
exhausted body.
A year ago today, before I could even buy my wife a cake, I was picked up by a driver urgently sent by the company
. The sorrowful look in her eyes and her silent protest before I left still burns in my heart. The company is even busier this year;
yesterday I almost had a falling out with the boss to get two days off. This year, I
absolutely .
My wife and I were childhood sweethearts. After graduating from university, she gave up a good job her uncle had found for her to come back and be with me.
Being beautiful, she "ruthlessly" rejected
the advances . After we got married, she never made higher demands on me financially, so our relationship was naturally very good,
though our finances weren't very comfortable. Our son was admitted to a university in another city a year ago, and to support him,
I've been working in another province for five years now, solely to earn more money. After more than ten years of marriage, my wife and I
are living apart. My wife often complains, but what can I do?
Today, I rushed back home without telling my wife beforehand, hoping to make up for my
"mistake" last year. I bought her a birthday present in advance—a floral dress. I imagined
how beautiful she would look in it on her slender figure! I consider myself a pretty romantic person, and these little
tricks have often surprised my wife in the past.
"Knock knock knock...knock knock knock," I knocked lightly on the door twice, imagining the scene that would follow: my wife would
open door, first with surprise, then snuggle into my arms like a spoiled child, scolding me for hiding it, and then give me
a tender and sweet kiss... How warm and romantic that would be! The scene was too beautiful for me
to bear.
But my wife didn't open the door! Was she asleep? I checked my watch—9 PM. She should be watching
TV ; she couldn't possibly be asleep. "Knock, knock, knock...knock, knock," I knocked twice more, this time a little
harder. Waiting... still no one answered. Had she gone to bed so early? I thought about it carefully. Maybe it was because it was her birthday
today I hadn't told her I was coming home, so she was upset and went to bed early. My dear wife, you don't know I
'm home yet, do you? I'm standing at our door right now, about to surprise you! I'm going to give you the
happiest birthday ever!
I took out my key, opened the security door, and went inside. I thought my wife would hear me, but she didn't.
I closed the door quietly, as if to be suspenseful, afraid she would hear. The living room was dark; it seemed my wife was
asleep. I didn't turn on the light, gently placed the luggage and cake by the door, and then groped my way to the bedroom.
I wondered how I should "break in"—should I shove the door open forcefully to startle her? Or
should I knock and tease her? Just as I was pondering my little scheme, I heard my wife's voice
coming : "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." The moans were intermittent, yet so
familiar. I was stunned by this faint sound, because even a fool could recognize what it was.
I was stunned, frozen in place, unable to move. "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." My wife's
familiar moans suddenly rose in volume. I don't know why I was so calm. I tried pushing the door;
it wasn't locked and opened easily. The bedroom light was on. I looked at the bed inside...and I froze
...What appeared before me was a scene I'd only ever seen in porn: a tall, muscular young
man standing naked on my bed, my wife, also completely naked, kneeling
before , her hands around his buttocks, her mouth rhythmically sucking on his thick penis,
moaning "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." The man stroked
the woman's head, his eyes closed, and unconsciously tilted his head back, letting out soft moans of pleasure.
Yes , that woman was my wife, with delicate features and a beautiful figure; she was my beloved wife, the one I had known since childhood.
I was stunned. I was shocked by my wife's obscene act with another man, but what shocked me even more was
this young man. He was my son's best friend since childhood, and his name was Xiaodong.
I wasn't angry; more accurately, my anger hadn't even had a chance to vent before this
boy extinguished it, leaving me only with astonishment. I don't know why I only felt astonishment and not anger!
Xiaodong is two years older than my son, only 22 this year, and his wife is a full 20 years older than him! Twenty years—
that's a lot! She could be his mother. My astonishment turned into bewilderment. Yes, I couldn't understand how two people 20 years
apart could do such a thing.
我的無聲出現，顯然沒有影響他們的進度，「敏蘭，躺下，我也要吃你的…
…」曉東的這一聲「敏蘭」把我擊打的心都碎了，敏蘭，這是我妻子的名字，他
怎麼能叫呢。妻子像得到主人命令的奴隸一樣，順從的趟了下去，曉東則野蠻的
壓在妻子的身上。性吧首發兩人頭腳相對，曉東迅即將頭埋在了妻子的兩腿之間，
開始舔舐妻子的下體，而在另一頭，妻子則繼續含著曉東的雞巴，舌頭不時吐出
口外，品咂的津津有味……我不敢相信眼前的這一幕是真實的場景，妻子居然在
給別的男人口交，我迷茫了，和妻子一起生活了20年，她從來沒給我，沒給她的
丈夫口交過，她說不衛生，可是我不在家的時候，她居然心甘情願的給別人口交
……我痛苦的差點摔倒在地上，僅存的一絲尊嚴支撐著我沒有倒下……我難過的
閉上了眼睛，淚水不知道什麼時候，濕潤了眼眶……丈夫看見偷情的妻子，拿刀
將姦夫淫婦砍傷甚至砍死，這個新聞裡經常會出現的一幕，閃現在了我的面前。
我握緊拳頭，壓抑著快要奔潰的衝動……可最終，我選擇了冷靜。
這邊我在劇烈的進行著思想掙扎，而那邊床上，沈浸在肉體歡愉裡的妻子和
曉東，並沒有察覺我的出現。正常來說，剛才我開防盜門，裡面應該能聽見聲音，
也許剛才兩人纏綿的正忘乎所以，所以沒有聽見。兩人互相親吻著對方的性器，
「運動」的更加劇烈了，嘴裡都不住的發出交媾的淫聲……我無法再觀看下去了，
妻子就活生生的在我面前和別的男人性交，我死的心都有。我無力的輕聲走到客
廳，開了燈，環顧四周，這才發現，廚房餐桌上有他們吃剩下的還沒有來得及收
拾的飯菜，而客廳的茶幾上，擺放著插著蠟燭的蛋糕，那蛋糕跟我買的一模一樣。
沙發上，淩亂不堪的丟棄著妻子和曉東的內衣內褲，妻子那白色的胸罩明晃
晃的刺著我的眼睛。我能想像那個讓我心碎的畫面：倆人共進晚餐，然後來到客
廳，點燃蠟燭，妻子許願，吃了幾塊蛋糕，在沙發上一番嬉戲，二人欲火焚身，
迫不及待的撕扯下了身上的衣服，胡亂的丟棄一旁，然後兩人赤身裸體的相擁著
去了臥室，不，也許是曉東抱著妻子，把她抱進了臥室，把她扔在了床上……就
在我胡思亂想的時候，臥室裡又傳來了妻子的聲音：「曉東，阿姨想要了，插進
來吧……」妻子近乎于下流的要求，再一次深深的傷害了我的心。
「啊……」隨著妻子的一聲高呼，我知道裡面開始劇烈的交合了。我這是怎
麼了，居然就這麼傻坐在沙發上，木然的允許別人在我的臥室裡，在我的床上肆
意的搞我的老婆？我不知道原因……我也不想知道！
「啊……啊……快點，曉東，嗯……再快一點，使勁兒……啊……」「再往
裡面一點，啊……再深一點，嗯……」「好大啊……好舒服……啊……哦……好
硬啊……曉東，你的雞巴好大啊……哦……嗯哼……啊……使勁兒……寶貝兒…
…舒服啊……」妻子那一句句忘乎所以的叫床聲，像針紮一樣，刺痛著我的神經。
「敏蘭……啊……蘭兒……蘭兒……我的心肝寶貝兒……蘭兒……」曉東忘
情的叫著妻子的小名，這是我對妻子的愛稱，這完全專屬於我對妻子的稱呼，被
別人搶走了，我的心徹底碎了。
「啊……好哥哥，蘭兒是你的女人……嗯……蘭兒什麼都是你的……」
「我就喜歡操蘭兒的屁股，就喜歡從後面操蘭兒……哦，蘭兒……」嗯……
壞蛋……曉東壞蛋，就喜歡操人家的屁股，啊……操吧，蘭兒是你的，想操哪兒
就操哪兒，哦……噢……好舒服，哥哥使勁兒，啊……蘭兒就喜歡哥哥的大雞巴，
就喜歡哥哥的大雞巴……啊……哦……哦……「！
」親妹妹，喜歡哥哥的大雞巴麼？喜歡哥哥用大雞巴操你的妹妹嗎？哦……
「哦……喜歡，蘭兒喜歡哥哥的大雞巴，啊……用力……啊……大雞巴哥哥，大
雞巴哥哥，大雞巴哥哥……蘭兒好喜歡……哥哥用力，用力操……妹妹的屄就喜
歡給哥哥操……啊……嗯……嗯……」！
我木然的聽著妻子和曉東的淫詞浪語，我看到了一個不認識的妻子，原來撕
去端莊秀雅的偽裝，妻子的本性是這麼的下流，這麼的荒淫無恥，這樣的老婆不
要也罷。
我在沙發上，靜靜的等待著裡面肉搏的結束。曉東不愧年輕，孔武有力，快
半個小時了，裡面還沒有結束的意思。我和妻子，最多也就10分鐘，在曉東面前，
我可以說是「草草了事」了，我有些慚愧，我感覺我的臉在發燙。
「操你媽……操你媽……啊……宇華，操你媽……啊……宇華，操你媽，啊
……」曉東忽然開始大聲的叫駡起來。宇華是我的兒子，這種時候，曉東居然一
邊享受著好友母親的肉體，一邊對自己的鐵哥們進行著侮辱，仿佛是在發洩他占
有好友母親肉體的滿足感。而我的妻子則無恥的回應著：「啊……老公，使勁兒
……使勁兒……啊……啊……老公嗯……使勁兒肏我……肏我……肏我……使勁
兒肏我……肏……肏……啊……」我無助了，情人這麼輕薄自己的兒子，做母親
的居然還恬不知恥的回應。
我又一次哭了……這次淚水奪眶而出！
「好老婆，我要射了，要射了……」裡面曉東終於要結束了，「啊……老公，
都射進來，射多多的，把我幹懷孕，把我的肚子幹大，快點……啊……把敏蘭的
肚子搞大……老公嗯……」妻子發了瘋一般，無恥下流的說著淫詞浪語。曉東的
邪惡和妻子的下流在這一刻居然契合的如此完美，如此相得益彰。
「啊……啊，老婆……啊……蘭兒，老婆……射了，射了……啊……」隨著
一聲長長的喘息聲，曉東和妻子結束了戰鬥，我能想像曉東把精液全部都射進了
妻子的身體。妻子大概也到了高潮，忘乎所以的胡亂叫喊了起來：「寶貝兒，啊
……我要，啊……老公……都射進來，好多啊……好燙啊……好舒服啊……啊…
…老公嗯……終於風平浪靜了……我也長出了一口氣！仿佛一件重重的包袱卸了
下來。
有10多分鐘吧，整個房間鴉雀無聲……！
"Hehehe...you're so naughty...hehehe..." My wife suddenly let out a burst of silvery laughter,
then said, "I don't mind playing with you two, as long as she's willing. But your little girlfriend isn't as easy
to talk to as your auntie! Hehehe..." My heart sank completely. My wife, who everyone saw as dignified and proper, was so frivolous, so wanton, so shameless in front of
this little brat. Was this still my gentle
, virtuous, and devoted wife?
"Xiaodong, you must be tired. Auntie will get you a glass of water, and we'll have some cake." I heard my wife
's soft swaying as she put on her shoes. I stopped meditating; finally, I had to face my shameless wife. "Hey,
when you carried me into the bedroom just now, I remember turning off the living room light, right?" "Yes!" Xiaodong replied lazily.
"Strange! What's wrong?" the wife said, puzzled.
"Ah!" My wife, who had entered the living room, was startled to see me sitting on the sofa, expressionless,
glaring at her fiercely. She froze, frozen in place, her mouth opening and closing a few times, but no
sound came out. My wife stood naked before me, and I carefully examined this wife who was both familiar and strange.
Although was 42, she had no excess fat, a beautiful face, full breasts, a firm, perky bottom,
a slender waist, and long, flowing hair like a waterfall… This mature charm of my wife possessed
a fatal allure and attraction for any man. But at that moment, she truly felt like a stranger to me.
It was the wife who spoke first: "You, why are you back? Why, why didn't you tell me?"
She was clearly guilty. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to say anything at all.
In the bedroom, Xiaodong also heard his wife talking to me. Soon after, I heard the sound of someone searching for clothes inside.
There were no clothes around; those two scoundrels' clothes were right next to me. A moment later,
Xiaodong, , came out. Seeing me, he stood trembling beside his wife.
I waved my hand, signaling Xiaodong to put on his clothes first. Xiaodong didn't dare look at me, quickly went to the sofa, and hurriedly
put on his clothes. My wife also frantically found her underwear and bra scattered on the sofa and hurriedly put them
on as well . I still didn't say anything to my wife, but simply told Xiaodong to go downstairs and wait for me outside.
I knew it was chilly outside, so I went to the bedroom to get a jacket. I entered
the bedroom where my wife and Xiaodong had just been fighting, and saw wads of toilet paper scattered haphazardly on the floor, the white residue stinging
my eyes. I went to the bed and saw the sheets were a mess,
a damp stain clearly visible on the light-colored sheets. My heart sank… When I left the house, I saw my wife already
dressed , sitting on the sofa, sobbing.
Xiaodong was shivering by the roadside, whether from the cold or fear, I don't know. Seeing me
approach , he lowered his head in shame. I walked up to him, raised my right hand, and with a loud "slap,"
slapped him hard across the face. Xiaodong staggered, almost falling to the ground. "Uncle, I was wrong,
I'm sorry ..."
Does an apology work? Can it salvage the relationship and dignity? I don't want to hear these apologies! I just want
to know when they started.
Xiaodong stammered as he recounted his first affair with his wife. It was this day last year,
his wife's birthday. I clearly remember leaving home, leaving my wife, feeling apologetic. I called Xiaodong from the car
, asking him to buy my wife a birthday cake and deliver it to my house. Xiaodong said he
rushed back from school, arriving close to evening. He bought the cake and hurriedly delivered it. When he entered the house, Xiaodong said his wife
's eyes were red, clearly from crying. Xiaodong comforted his wife briefly, intending to leave immediately, but
his wife warmly invited him to stay and prepared a delicious meal. During this time, my wife brought out the red wine I had bought, and we both
drank quite a bit. My wife then used the alcohol to drown her sorrows and started crying, saying that we had been living apart for a long time and she was lonely and isolated. Xiaodong
could only patiently comfort her. Alone in the room, under the influence of alcohol, my wife and Xiaodong embraced
each other . Later, on my bed, my wife undressed completely, and Xiaodong, burning with lust, disregarded
morality and ethics. The two of them writhed and rolled together, inseparable... Xiaodong said that they barely
slept that night, and they made love countless times. My wife's pent-up sexual desires from the past few years completely exploded. Later, the two of them met
almost twice a week, always in my house, in my bedroom, on my bed…
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to give the kid another good beating, but then I thought it wasn't necessary. I told him to leave
, warned him there wouldn't be a future, and to stay away from my son. Xiaodong swore to me it would never happen again.
He left. Before he left, I gave him my coat. I saw his face was pale and trembling… I
don't know how I got back to my front door… I stood there, wanting to go in, yet not wanting to go in. I wanted to
go home and rest, but I didn't want to see my wife. Standing there, I felt a sense of disorientation. I knew then that I would never
love … His face was pale and trembling… I don't know how I got back to my front door… I
stood there, wanting to go in, yet not wanting to go in. I wanted to go home and rest, but I didn't want to see my wife. Standing there,
I felt a sense of disorientation. I knew then that I would never love again…

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