07-01 The Secret Sexual Games of Couples

Everyone has their own secrets. Some secrets are harmless, while others must never be revealed, because their impact can be immense!

The day a secret is exposed, it could very well... could cause drastic changes! Even couples living together, sharing a bed and spending every day together, assuming they understand each other well and are completely honest with one another, who can guarantee they don't have their own secrets?

My name is Xiao Tao, I'm thirty this year, I own a car and a house—the car isn't expensive, the house isn't big, and I have a stable job, just like everyone else. The only difference is that I have an enviable wife. My wife, Tang Shan, is twenty-five years old, a little over 1.6 meters tall, and weighs just over 90 pounds. She has fair skin, slender legs and a full bottom, but a very slim waist. Most importantly, she has a pair of firm, large breasts, somewhat like the so-called "baby face with big breasts."

She's not scheming, a bit timid, and very obedient. Unlike most women who love shopping, she's a homebody. Therefore, for the two years since we got married, she has been living the life of a housewife. Because of this, we rarely argued, and our relationship was practically courteous. However, after a while, it became somewhat

dull and uninteresting. Especially in our sex life, she was somewhat conservative, or rather, somewhat indifferent. In all the time we'd been together, she had never initiated sex. And like every man, I wanted my wife to be a vixen in bed and a lady outside. Although I tried to make her more open and flirtatious, I never succeeded, and I respected her wishes. So I often visited pornographic websites for excitement, and occasionally had casual sex or one-night stands—but she knew nothing about it! It was my little secret, a man's secret, I suppose!

I was actually quite proud of this; keeping the home fires burning while having affairs on the side—every man hopes to achieve that. But later I discovered that I wasn't the only one with a secret. It turned out that my seemingly naive and innocent wife also had a secret, a secret I didn't know and couldn't believe.

It all started one day…

There are two computers at home. The desktop is in the study, which I usually use, and the other is a laptop, which my wife uses to watch movies and TV series.

This day, I was searching for information online when the desktop suddenly crashed. After several attempts, I couldn't turn it on. Frustrated, I left the study and went to the bedroom. There, my wife, wearing a nightgown, was sitting on the bed typing on her laptop.

"Honey, can I use the computer for a bit? The desktop seems to be broken." "Oh, what do you need it for? Now?" My wife replied, clicking a few keys.

"Yeah, just looking up some information. I need it for work tomorrow." "Okay, here you go! I'm going to take a shower anyway." "What were you doing just now?" I took the laptop; it was back to the desktop, not turned on at all, so I asked casually.

"I'm running out of face masks, so I'm looking them up online," my wife said, getting up and leaving the bedroom to take a shower. I didn't think much of it and started searching for information.

A few minutes later, after checking the information, I casually closed the browser. Feeling a bit bored,

I opened QQ, intending to chat for a while and wait for my wife to finish her shower so we could go to bed together. The computer was broken, so I couldn't play games! I opened QQ, but I froze! Our home computer always has a login record unless manually deleted, making it easy to log in again with a simple password. But here were two numbers displayed: one was my wife's, and the other I hadn't seen before.

The profile picture was very sexy—a photo of a woman's breasts. Although she was clothed, her neckline was low, revealing part of her white breasts, and her cleavage was exceptionally clear. The name of the number was also unusual: bmw-xw. What did that mean? BMW?

I was puzzled. How could there be someone else's QQ account on my wife's computer? Had someone logged in using her computer? Or…? Looking at that sexy profile picture, a thought suddenly occurred to me: How could this look so much like my wife? She's never liked taking pictures, let alone such seductive and sexy ones. But the more I looked at it, the more it seemed like my wife!

Could this also be my wife's number? A number I don't know? She seemed to have been typing the whole time. Was she not looking for a face mask, but chatting with someone? Using this number to chat with someone? And then she closed it when she saw me? She knows I rarely use QQ, and I certainly wouldn't use her computer for QQ, so she just casually closed QQ without deleting the login history?

Is she hiding something from me? The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and I inexplicably took out my phone and saved the number. Then, I closed QQ, put the computer aside, and lay on the bed, lost in thought. Does

my wife really have another number? Why didn't she tell me? Why use such a sexy picture of her breasts as her profile picture? None of this is like her!

Not long after, my wife came out of the shower. Seeing me lying down, she casually asked, "Did you finish?" Then she sat down next to me and picked up the computer to search for face masks. Looking at my wife, who showed no signs of distress, I became somewhat uncertain. After hesitating a few times, I decided against asking and planned to

add her on QQ later to see what was going on. The next day, after finishing my work at work, I remembered the number from yesterday. I took out my phone, found the number, and logged into my QQ account on the company computer, intending to add her and ask. But then I suddenly realized that if the number really belonged to my wife, she definitely wouldn't add me using my own number. Thinking of this, I quickly registered a new number, named it "Hooking Girl Young Man," changed my location, and then added the number.

"Wow, what beautiful breasts! Beauty, add me!" With a name like that and words like that, my wife definitely wouldn't respond, right? Who knew that she would be approved so quickly? She was already in my friends list and online!

"Hello, beautiful! Your profile picture is so pretty! Are those beautiful breasts yours?" I pretended to be a lecherous man, using vulgar language to directly flirt.

"Thank you! It's me." She admitted it and even replied.

"Is it really you? You're so beautiful! By the way, beautiful lady, what does your name mean?" I asked.

"It's just pinyin!" "Pinyin? Don't touch me, insert me?" "Hmm, you're quite smart!" I was a little surprised. Such a straightforward and lewd online name, and she admitted it without hesitation. This definitely isn't my wife, right? But if it wasn't her, how could this number be logged into her computer?

I chatted with her casually while subtly inquiring about her to confirm if she was my wife. After chatting for a while, I found that she was very bold and open in her speech, and she didn't resist some vulgar and direct topics. From this, I could tell that she was definitely a slut, the kind that could be seduced easily!

But I didn't dare to ask directly, afraid that she would become suspicious. After we got to know each other better, I asked to see her photo, and she actually sent me one.

A half-body photo, the kind that didn't show her face. After seeing it, I was stunned. I recognized the clothes she was wearing in the photo, and the environment was also somewhat familiar; it should be the living room of my home. Oh my god! It really is my wife! How could this be? Using a sexy photo as her profile picture, her name is "Don't Touch Me, Fuck Me," and her chats are so open and provocative—is this really my wife? But the facts are undeniable!

I wanted to tell her, "I'm your husband, why are you like this? Are you lonely?" However, I didn't. Suddenly, I realized this was a good way to understand my wife's secrets, to learn things I didn't know about her before!

I pretended to be a casual customer, complimenting her figure, chatting with her, and flirting with her. Actually, I'm quite good at it, after all, I've hooked up with quite a few sexy women at night. We chatted until I was about to leave work and was about to tell her I had to log off, but she told me she had to log off earlier. I asked her why, and she said, "Honey's about to leave work, we can't chat anymore, we can chat again later."

Judging from her behavior, she'd definitely been using this account to chat for more than just a day or two. She probably spends all her time chatting during the day when she has nothing to do, and she tries to cover it up before I get off work. No wonder she's such a homebody and never gets bored; now I understand… Back home, my wife acted as usual. I called someone to fix the computer, and under the pretext of using her computer to go online, she didn't ask any questions. I took a quick look, and sure enough, that account was gone from the login list; only the one my wife usually uses remained. It seems she deleted the login history beforehand!

After the computer was fixed and we had dinner, I went to the study to play on the computer as usual. My wife was in the bedroom, seemingly preparing to watch a TV series. Sitting at the computer, I opened a game, but I wasn't as enthusiastic as usual. My in-game friends invited me to grind monsters and run dungeons, but I declined.

On a whim, I logged into the QQ account I'd created earlier that day, but my wife's avatar was grayed out; she wasn't online. I guess it's because I'm home? I sent a "Are you there?" message, and then idly played the game. After a while, I suddenly saw that she had actually replied to me. She was online!

"Yes." "She's really online? What are you doing? Shouldn't your husband be off work? Why are you still online?" I asked quickly.

"He's playing games in the study! I'm watching TV, I'm a little bored." Bored? Isn't this how she spends every day? I always thought my wife liked this kind of life, but I didn't expect her to find it boring.

"Does your husband know you're chatting? Your profile picture, your username, hehe, if he knew, he definitely wouldn't let you off the hook!" "No, he trusts me a lot!" I thought to myself, of course I trust him, because I didn't expect you to have this side to you.

"How about we video chat? I want to see you, the photos I saw during the day weren't enough, I really like your breasts." I asked tentatively.

"No, how about tomorrow? I have time during the day." My wife refused, but it wasn't because she refused to video chat with me, but because she was worried about me, her husband.

"What are you afraid of? He's just playing a game, he doesn't know what you're doing. Besides, I didn't say you had to take your clothes off. Even if he suddenly comes in, it's fine! Just let me see, okay? Ten minutes, just ten minutes, how about that?" "This... okay then, but you have to wait for me a bit, I'll just take a look and then come back, okay?" My wife actually agreed. I quickly agreed, then set the game to full screen, pretending to be playing.

After a while, I heard some noise outside, and then my wife pushed the door open and came in, bringing a cup of tea and placing it next to me:

"Honey, smoke less, have some tea." "Thank you. What are you playing?" I asked casually.

"Looking for a TV series, there aren't any good ones to watch. It's okay, you can play yours!" "Okay, then find something to do yourself, I'm doing a dungeon here, it'll probably take half an hour to finish." I said. My wife responded, turned around and left, closing the door.

In the past, my wife would occasionally come in to bring me tea or water, and I thought she was very considerate, but now I realized that she just wanted to know what I was doing.

I exited the game, and sure enough, my wife messaged me on QQ: "Okay, he's playing a game, probably won't be finishing anytime soon." "Great!" I sent a video request, and my wife answered. Soon, my wife appeared in the video, but I couldn't see her face. It seemed she was leaning against the bed, her laptop on her lap, so the video angle was right on her chest.

"You don't have a video call?" my wife asked. "

Yeah, my girlfriend doesn't trust me, she won't let me use a video call," I said.

"My husband's computer doesn't have a video call either, but he's not like you, chatting with girls everywhere. He's just playing games, I trust him completely!" my wife said with a hint of pride.

This left me with mixed feelings. On one hand, I was pleased with my wife's trust, but on the other hand, I rarely video chat with women; we usually meet in person.

"You're so beautiful, your breasts are much prettier than in the photos, but your pajamas are too conservative," I said.

"You can tell how good they are through your pajamas?" "I can tell from the shape! They're so big and beautifully shaped, your husband must really like them, right? Does he often rub them and kiss them?" I added a lewd emoji.

"They're alright, he spends most of his time playing games." "You sound so resentful, are you angry that he plays games so much?" I asked.

"Not really, I can't really say, it's been like this since we got together. I like it, and I'm used to this life." My wife said.

"Don't you find it boring and lonely? Is that why you chat online?" "At first, yes, but later I felt it was great. I can freely share my secrets and enjoy them here." My wife said. "

So you're a repressed pervert, huh? You're so innocent in person, but incredibly sexy online. Beautiful lady, could you pull down the straps of your pajamas a little so I can see your huge breasts?" I tentatively asked.

My wife seemed a little hesitant, but she obediently pulled down the straps a little, letting them slip off her snow-white shoulders, and finally, her huge breasts were completely revealed.

Her breasts, shaped like papayas, with not-too-large areolas and erect, pinkish-black nipples, were incredibly arousing, even after all these years. Seeing them on video as a stranger still thrilled me, and my penis instantly hardened.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" my wife typed, squeezing her already large breasts even more.

"I'm so hard! Such beautiful breasts, such amazing tits, I really want to pinch them!" "I saw it, I'm wearing it!" my wife seemed to smile.

"No, no, let me watch a little longer! Just talk to me like this, your husband's still playing games! What if he knew his wife was video chatting with someone else, and someone else saw her big tits? Wouldn't he be upset?" I asked, feeling a strange sense of perversion.

"I wouldn't dare let him know, he'd definitely be angry, he'd divorce me." Whether intentionally or not, my wife continued typing while squeezing her breasts, her large, white breasts swaying back and forth.

"Then why are you doing this?" I asked. My wife didn't respond, seemingly unwilling to answer the question.

At that moment, I was really afraid of upsetting my wife, so I immediately changed the subject. "Beautiful lady, I'm so hard I can't help but want to masturbate. Can you help me? How about you rub your breasts with your hands? You're so horny, you must know how to do it, okay?" I pleaded.

My wife didn't say anything, but suddenly touched her nipple with her finger, then circled it, teasing it little by little with her fingertip, while her other hand kept grabbing and rubbing her breast.

She agreed, very readily. And she did it very naturally, very horribly! Seeing my usually somewhat rigid and sexually frigid wife making such a seductive move, I really couldn't resist, and I took out my penis and started masturbating.

I squeezed her large breasts hard with both hands. Although her breasts were large, they were very soft, like kneading dough, and I couldn't fully grasp them with one hand. Watching her horribly rub her breasts, her two fingers kneading and rubbing her nipples, her body seemed to gradually become excited, trembling slightly.

"Can you lick your own nipples?" I typed quickly, then resumed masturbating.

My wife paused, seemingly looking at my words, then, holding her breasts and lowering her head, her pink tongue emerged and actually took her own nipple into her mouth, licking it.

Although only a small part of her face was visible, making it difficult to discern her features, it was already arousing enough. This scene made me unable to resist any longer, and I quickly masturbated, then ejaculated excitedly!

Panting, I grabbed some tissues from the side to wipe away the semen. In the video, my wife was still playing with her breasts.

After tidying up the mess, I lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. I typed, "That was awesome! I came, I came a lot. Hey beautiful, how about we meet sometime?" My wife stopped typing and replied, "You live too far away." "It doesn't matter. If you agree, I can fly over to see you anytime! Aren't you always home, and your husband has to work? What, you don't have time?" "Let's talk about it later, okay?" My wife politely declined.

This relieved me. It seemed my wife was just chatting online and wouldn't actually go out to a hotel with someone!

"Okay then, if there's a chance, you can't refuse me again! By the way, it's getting late, I have to go to work tomorrow, I'm going to sleep now!" After ejaculating, the excitement wasn't as strong anymore, and it was almost time, so if I didn't say anything, my wife wouldn't chat for much longer.

"Okay, I'm logging off too." Sure enough, my wife said.

"Okay, goodnight, let's talk again tomorrow!" After saying that, I prepared to log off. This unusual way of chatting struck me as quite interesting; it allowed me to see another side of my wife—it was perverse, yet thrilling.

Suddenly, my wife replied, "I have something to do tomorrow during the day, so I probably won't be online!" "Something to do?" I was taken aback and quickly asked, "What is it? It's not the weekend, your husband must be at work, right? Did a man ask you out?" As soon as I asked that, I felt a surge of nervousness, staring intently at the chat box.

After a while, my wife replied, "Hmm!" Hmm? What did "hmm" mean? Did a man really ask her out? Who was it, an online friend? What would they do together, go to a hotel? My mind raced, but my fingers typed, "Who is it? Did he ask you out to a hotel?" "What, is that a problem?" "It really is! Damn, you're such a slut, meeting an online friend behind your husband's back! I'm furious!" I was genuinely furious.

"What are you so angry about? You're not my husband. Even if you were, I wouldn't let you know, because it's my secret, a secret my husband can't know! Okay, I'm logging off, goodnight." My wife said this, then the video call ended, and her profile picture went dark.

I sat there blankly staring at the screen, my mind a complete blank, a surge of anger welling up inside me.

She was going to meet someone she met online, to sleep with someone else. She cheated on me, she cuckolded me!

I never imagined my virtuous and kind wife would go out and hook up, would cheat on me. The thought of my wife being intimate with another strange man in bed, her large breasts being fondled, her vagina being penetrated by another man's penis, filled me with immense rage.

Judging from how casually she spoke, this must be more than once meeting someone online, right? How many times have I been cuckolded? I jumped up, wanting to confront her, to confront her about cheating, about sleeping with someone else. Why? Is it because I can't satisfy you, or because I'm not good to you?

As I reached the door, I hesitated. What if she denied it when I asked? Even if I told her about the video, I hadn't actually caught her in bed with someone. And what if she admitted it? Divorce? Admittedly, I hadn't considered that. And in every way, it seemed difficult to find someone better or more compatible than my wife.

So, what would be the point of confronting her now? To regret it and swear it would never happen again? Could I believe that? My work often keeps me away from home; she has a lot of free time. Perhaps, as time goes on, she'll succumb.

Especially since she just said it's a secret her husband absolutely can't know. She seems to enjoy this secret game. Why not pretend I know nothing, use the internet to chat with her, and learn more about her secrets? My mind involuntarily flashed back to the image of my wife kneading her breasts and teasing me. This seductive wife was something I'd never seen before. Wasn't this exactly what I'd hoped for?

I silently walked back to the computer and sat down. After a while, my wife pushed the door open and came in. Afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself, I didn't look at her.

"Honey, are you done playing? It's late, go to bed!" After she finished speaking, she noticed that I didn't answer and my face was a little pale. She seemed to be in a bad mood and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you angry?" "Nothing, it's about the game. You go to sleep first, I'll sleep later." I said in a deep voice.

"Don't be like that, games are just for entertainment. It's not worth getting angry over this! Don't stay up too late either, I'm going to sleep first!" My wife comforted me and then left the room.

I let out a long sigh and sat at the computer, lost in thought. (II) Sitting in the company office, I was in a bad state. Last night I spent a long time looking at adult websites, including some novels about wives cheating, or some posts about feelings from cuckold enthusiasts. After reading them, my anger did improve.

The reason why it is unacceptable for a wife to cheat is because it is shameful, but when you find that many men's wives are also cheating and are also shameful, the anger is not as strong as you imagine. But I really wanted to know if my wife was going to have an affair today, to meet up with someone she met online

and have sex! When she left, she seemed perfectly normal, waking me up as usual, preparing my toothpaste and toothbrush, making breakfast, and finding clean clothes—gentle and virtuous.

I logged onto QQ, but she wasn't online, and didn't reply to my messages. I checked the time; it was 10 AM. If she really wanted to meet, she should have already left, right? Thinking this, I took out my phone and dialed the landline. If no one answered, it meant she really had gone. The phone rang a few times, but no one answered. My heart sank. Just as I was about to hang up, it suddenly connected.

"Hello, honey?" came my wife's voice on the other end. I was momentarily stunned, only reacting after she asked several times.

"Honey, are you home?" I asked.

"Of course I'm home, otherwise who would answer the phone? What's wrong, honey? Is something the matter?" my wife said.

"No, nothing, I just wanted to ask if you were awake. The weather's really nice today." I quickly made up an excuse.

"I'm awake. I just took a nap. I'll make something to eat later, I'm hungry." "Oh, okay, I have something to do here, I'll hang up now!" After hanging up, I was a little unsure of my feelings. She was home; she hadn't gone out. Had she lied to me online yesterday? This made me quite happy, but for some reason, I also felt a sense of loss. I couldn't help but curse myself for being a pervert. Did I actually want my wife to cheat on me?

Just then, I had some work to do, so I got busy. Several hours passed, and when I checked the time, it was almost 1 p.m. My wife hadn't replied to my messages or come online. This made me start to have all sorts of wild thoughts again. Could it be that she hadn't left the house when I called? Now that so much time had passed, if she was home, she should be online, right? I couldn't help but pick up the phone and call again. The call was answered after a long time, and all I heard was a rumbling sound.

"Honey, what are you doing?" "Doing laundry! Honey, why didn't you call my cell phone? Answering the landline is too much trouble, and the washing machine is so loud, I almost didn't hear it!" My wife complained.

"I was just doing it! Um, don't cook tonight, I'll buy some good food to take home." "Okay!" "Okay, that's all, you go ahead and do your work!" After hanging up, I was completely relieved; it seemed my wife hadn't gone out. In a good mood, even the heavy workload didn't feel tedious, and I worked diligently, preparing to buy some nice food when I got home.

********************************** Tang Shan put down the phone, wiped the white semen from the corner of her mouth, swayed her large breasts, and walked naked back to the bedroom. In the bedroom, a similarly naked man leaned against the bed, comfortably smoking a cigarette. Upon seeing Tang Shan enter, the man said indifferently, "Is it your husband again? This is the second call, isn't it? Looks like he's worried about you, you slut!" "Perhaps he's not too busy today. He rarely calls," Tang Shan explained.

The man smirked and pointed to his penis. Tang Shan climbed onto the bed, kneeling between his legs, and licked the penis, still glistening with semen, with her pink tongue. Just moments before, when the phone rang, Tang Shan was giving the man oral sex. Hearing the phone ring, the man didn't let her answer; instead, he held her head down until he ejaculated before releasing her.

"This is the second round today. The first was inside your cunt, the second in your mouth. There's still time, Tang Shan. So, where should I ejaculate for the third round?" the man asked, lewdly kneading her breasts.

The penis in her mouth had been cleaned, but without the man's command, Tang Shan didn't stop. Hearing his question, Tang Shan's pretty face flushed red: "Whatever you say!" "Slut, I think you want me to cum inside your cunt, don't you? Don't you love being cummed inside by men the most?" "I... I didn't!" "Still won't admit you're a slut? How many times has your cunt been cummed inside by me! Every time I'm fucked and ask you where I cum, your answer is always 'in your cunt,'" the man mocked.

Tang Shan didn't speak, but sucked the gradually erect penis even more vigorously. Her pretty face was now alluring, with a lewd air about it. Her already small cherry-like mouth was now completely filled with the penis. With each stroke, she took the entire penis into her mouth, sucking and constantly wrapping her tongue around it.

"Your oral skills are getting better and better. It's hard not to get hard when you suck like that. Poor husband, he's never enjoyed this before. He doesn't know how horny and amazing your little mouth is, does he?" The man laughed smugly, gesturing for Tang Shan to lift her leg.

Tang Shan changed her position, turning to the side, her mouth still holding the penis, but her left leg was already raised high, stretched straight like a line. Her pubic hair was thick, her black labia were very thick, and her vulva was still pink. If the labia weren't parted, at first glance, it would look like an old, horny cunt. Now, because her leg was raised, her labia were parted, and there was still a faint trace of white fluid on them, obviously indicating that she had just been fucked recently, and even her vulva was still open. Tender

white fingers parted her labia and gently rubbed her clitoris. The exciting pleasure made Tang Shan involuntarily groan, and her body trembled slightly, but her raised leg remained straight!

The man stubbed out his cigarette, one hand supporting her head as he guided her to masturbate, the other kneading her breasts forcefully, occasionally tugging at her nipples, causing Tang Shan to groan in pain. Yet, her expression and physical reactions suggested excitement.

"Not bad, your control is getting better and better, your leg position is excellent. It seems sending you to dance class was definitely the right decision; this flexibility makes it much more fun to play with!" The man's penis was already hard. He stood up and touched Tang Shan's vagina, which was already wet. "I'm a little tired, you take the lead and move yourself!" Tang Shan hummed in agreement, seemingly impatient. She turned and straddled the man, her small hands rubbing his penis against her vagina before sitting down.

Leaning back slightly, her hands on the man's legs, Tang Shan began to sway her hips. With each sway, his penis rotated inside her vagina, her large breasts swaying wildly. The man squinted, his hands behind his head, enjoying Tang Shan's initiative. Her waist movements became increasingly impressive, especially when she was aroused, her vagina would clench tightly, the wetness and warmth inside occasionally eliciting satisfied moans from the man.

Excited, Tang Shan couldn't help but toss her hair, tilting her head back and breathing heavily. Before long, she was drenched in sweat, and her movements seemed to slow down. Just then, the man suddenly swung his hand, "Smack!" He slapped Tang Shan's large breasts hard. The blow was so forceful that her breasts jiggled several times, and Tang Shan groaned in pain, involuntarily collapsing to the ground. She braced herself on the bed, leaning against the man, her hips moving up and down, her vagina tightly gripping his penis.

"You're a slut, the more you're insulted and abused, the more excited you get. You were born a plaything. If you didn't know you, you probably wouldn't believe you could be so despicable, so repressedly horny!" The man hurled insults and curses, his hands squeezing Tang Shan's breasts and slamming them together, the two mounds hitting each other with a crisp "slap slap slap."

Tang Shan, however, became even more excited. "Yes, I'm a slut, I, Tang Shan, am a slut. I'm Mugua Shan, I like being insulted, I like being abused, I like being played with by men, I'm a whore, a whore who's available to everyone..." Tang Shan moaned excitedly, and the man seemed to get aroused as well, actively thrusting into her. Under the man's thrusts, Tang Shan's body swayed up and down, her wanton appearance seeming to break the man's penis!

After about a hundred thrusts, the man became somewhat dissatisfied, abruptly pushing Tang Shan down onto the bed, then flipping over and pressing down on her, forcefully fucking her.

"Ahhhhhh~~ So good, so comfortable, I'm going to be fucked to death by you..." "Bitch, don't you want to be fucked to death by me?" "Yes, I want to be fucked to death by you. Harder, fuck me harder, fuck me to death!" Tang Shan was so overwhelmed by the fucking that

she cried out in a high-pitched moan. The man thrust hard into Tang Shan's vagina, then suddenly pulled out. Tang Shan let out a weak moan, her legs were forcefully spread above her head, her knees pressed against his body, and her buttocks involuntarily lifted up. Then, the man suddenly turned around, placed his legs beside Tang Shan, and thrust his penis into her from behind.

In such a shameful position, coupled with the pressure of the man pressing down on her, Tang Shan felt like her waist was about to break. Her small body couldn't withstand such a brutal position, but Tang Shan was incredibly excited. After only a dozen or so thrusts, she felt an orgasm.

Under this pressure, the pleasure of the orgasm was even more intense. The man squatted down, grabbed Tang Shan's waist, and suddenly pulled her forcefully. Tang Shan's body involuntarily swung between his legs and then fell heavily onto the bed. Before Tang Shan could react, the man pulled her up by the waist, kneeling on the bed, her waist bent, her plump buttocks raised high. Tang Shan tried to get up by supporting herself on her arms, but he pressed her down on the bed, aimed at her plump buttocks, and thrust his penis directly into her vagina. Instantly, the "slap slap slap" sound rang out again.

Her buttocks trembled with each thrust, and the softness and elasticity made the man feel incredibly good. A woman's plump buttocks are so comfortable to fuck! The man thrust hard, slapping her buttocks with both hands. Instantly, her buttocks trembled from the slaps, and Tang Shan cried out in humiliation. The man used Tang Shan's buttocks for amusement, like drumming, thrusting and slapping rhythmically.

"I love spanking your ass every time I fuck you. Your pussy clenches the tightest when you're being spanked, it feels so good!" "You...you're satisfied! Ahhhhhh~~ Fuck me, please fuck me harder, I...I'm going to orgasm again!" "You're such a fucking slut, you orgasmed so quickly. I'm going to cum too!" "Cum...cum inside, cum inside, quickly cum your semen into my cunt! I want it, I want it~~Ahhhhhh..." The man suddenly grabbed Tang Shan's arm, and Tang Shan used her hands to support herself on the bed and got up. Then, the man straddled her, his penis thrusting forcefully between her plump buttocks, while his hands pressed down on Tang Shan's shoulders. The powerful impact made Tang Shan completely forget to think, the exhilarating excitement made her only remember that she wanted to vent, to release, to moan! To be slutty, to be as slutty as she could be!

"Pfft...pfft..." Semen shot into Tang Shan's vagina. The man writhed several times before pulling out after he had ejaculated completely. Tang Shan lay on the bed, panting, enjoying the pleasure of her orgasm.

The man stood on the bed, looking down at her, and stepped on her a few times. Tang Shan slowly turned around to face the man. The man kicked her legs, making them spread apart, and then, surprisingly, used his toes to play with her vagina. Soon, his toes were covered in semen!

"Lick my feet clean, you slut!" The man placed his toes near Tang Shan's mouth. Tang Shan looked at him breathlessly and actually stuck out her tongue and licked his toes. Her pink tongue circled his toes, and finally, she opened her mouth and sucked on his toes.

After a while, the man was finally satisfied, his toes having been licked clean. He sat down, and Tang Shan took his clothes, knowing he was about to leave. After he dressed, Tang Shan lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. She handed the cigarette to him only after he had finished tidying himself. The man patted Tang Shan's rosy cheeks with satisfaction and said, "By the way, did you do that thing?" Tang Shan nodded obediently and said, "Yes, I did. I'm online every day. If someone adds me, I accept; whatever they want to chat about, I chat about, and I answer every question; if they want to see photos or videos, I have to agree. If someone asks to meet me, I temporarily refuse and put them in a separate group." "Good, well done. A slut like you should let everyone know. You pretend to be innocent in person, but you should be slutty online! So many netizens chat and video chat with you, let them know how slutty you are, see your slutty body, don't you find it exciting?" "A little bit. At first, I... I wasn't used to it, but later I got used to it, and I even started to like it." Tang Shan said softly. So, the reason she had another QQ account and acted so provocatively and boldly was because of this!

"Then keep it up, share your perverted fetishes and secrets with your netizens as much as possible." The man laughed loudly, casually stubbed out his cigarette, and prepared to leave.

Tang Shan got up and saw the man to the door. After he left, she went back to the bathroom, took a shower, cleaned herself, and threw the cigarette butts and other trash into a garbage bag before getting dressed to tidy up the mess on the bed. After making the bed, Tang Shan glanced at the wedding photo in the center of the bed and sighed meaningfully.

She couldn't quite remember when she had become like this, from initial resistance to later liking, even obsession. To others, she was unattainable and incredibly beautiful, but secretly she craved that perverse, base thrill. This was her secret—a secret she could let strangers know, a secret she could let other men know, but absolutely could not let her husband know. Many

times, she had thought about stopping, but after a while, she couldn't resist, and ended up sinking deeper and deeper. She only knew that the pleasure had seeped into her very bones. She had looked up psychological books on this topic, and there were many reasons for this. She felt one of them might apply to her: the more noble and proud a woman feels, the more she is fascinated by this contrast in status.

Tang Shan was somewhat indifferent to worldly desires, unlike other women who were materialistic or pursued luxury goods. She had no particular ambitions or hobbies, was unambitious, and rather timid. However, she knew this stemmed from her pride, or rather, her confidence. She knew she could have all these things if she wanted.

But there were things she couldn't have!

She had dated several boyfriends before, and because of her good figure and looks, they all treated her with great respect, including her current husband. But this respect felt monotonous. After that one time, she experienced an almost perverse pleasure, and from then on, she couldn't stop, becoming addicted to the feeling.

Originally, she even decided to abandon everything and fully enjoy this thrill. But someone disagreed. She didn't know if that person's purpose was to avoid ruining her marriage and relationship, or if they felt it was more fulfilling and exciting, but she knew she had to obey that person.

********** Finally, it's time to leave work! Leaving the company, I couldn't wait to drive to buy my wife's favorite foods and drive home. I opened the door and came in. My wife was wearing casual clothes, her long hair loosely braided, watching TV. Seeing me return, she came over and gently took my things, helping me take off my coat.

"These are all my favorite foods! Honey, why did you suddenly decide to buy food?" she asked, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"You've been working so hard all day, it's a treat. I'll go wash my hands first, then we'll eat," I said with a smile, before heading to the bathroom.

My underwear and my wife's bra were still hanging in the bathroom, probably washed during the day. After washing my hands, my wife and I ate together. She was very happy, constantly offering me the best food, which made me feel even sweeter.

After dinner, I didn't play games but watched TV with my wife for a while. When it was almost time, I took a shower and then wanted to be intimate with her.

I took off my clothes, and my wife lay on the bed with her eyes slightly closed. I pressed down on top of her and kissed her, but as usual, her reaction wasn't intense. She responded a few times and then stopped. I kneaded her large breasts for a long time, but she didn't react much, as if she were asleep, letting me do as I pleased.

This lack of passion made my penis go soft, but for some reason, I remembered my wife's slutty behavior during our video call yesterday. This made me slightly excited, and then I couldn't help but fantasize about a man fucking my wife, her constantly moaning from his fucking. That slutty look excited me immensely, and my penis became as hard as iron. I spread my wife's legs; she didn't seem wet yet. I guided her as I thrust in and out, and I couldn't suppress my excitement anymore, excitedly fucking her.

Normally, it takes me about half an hour. This time, although we used the conservative missionary position as before, my wife didn't respond much, only occasionally letting out a low moan. But because of my fantasies, I didn't feel bored at all, and after only ten minutes, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her.

After I finished, I took out a tissue to clean my wife's vulva, and she put on her clothes and lay in my arms to sleep. My excitement hadn't subsided, and I wanted to squeeze her breasts a few times, but my wife moved them away with her hand. She only accepts it when we're having sex; otherwise, she's not used to it and doesn't like me touching her.

Holding my wife, I couldn't help but sigh. If my wife really was having an affair, if she were as promiscuous as she is online, maybe it would gradually make her more open! There are many posts online saying that wives were originally conservative, but after meeting other men, they gradually became more promiscuous.

After this, I no longer believed the rumors about my wife cheating; I thought it was just a joke or nonsense online. I'm still busy at work every day. At work, I occasionally chat with my wife on QQ, mostly about sex or lewd topics. When I get home, I enjoy my obedient and virtuous wife. Every time we make love, I fantasize about her having sex with other men, which gives me a strange feeling of renewed life.

I've gradually come to enjoy the two different personalities of my wife – day and night, in reality and online. Even my usual hobbies of hunting for women and casual sex have become boring. This exciting role reversal has become my secret, a secret I absolutely cannot tell my wife! (III) As usual, I arrived at the company, logged into QQ, and greeted my wife. Lately, the company hasn't been very busy, and I spend most of my time chatting with my wife.

"Beep beep beep!" My wife replied quickly. I casually opened the chat window, thinking we'd start chatting as usual. But what my wife sent made me pause.

"Can't chat today, I'm going out in a bit!" "Going out again? To hook up with men?" I replied with a laugh, not taking it seriously. My wife has said this occasionally these past few days, but I always call her to make sure she hasn't gone out.

"Yeah, I'm looking for clothes," she replied.

I casually replied, "Really? How about I help you choose?" "Sure!" she surprisingly agreed, and even sent me a video call request.

This surprised me; was she really planning to go out?

My company computer doesn't have video calling, so I've been video calling my wife occasionally during the day, and of course, I've seen her posing provocatively. When the video call connected, my wife appeared on screen topless, revealing her large breasts, wearing only underwear, with several pieces of clothing beside her, seemingly undecided about what to wear.

It seemed she really was planning to go out!

"Which of these two outfits do you prefer?" My wife picked up two sets of clothes: a t-shirt and skirt, and a black short dress.

I'd seen both before, but my wife had never worn them.

"The dress, easy to take off." That dress was too sexy; the skirt itself was quite short, and it exposed her entire back. Although my wife bought it, she seemed to regret it afterward and hadn't worn it.

I wanted to see what she would look like in it!

"Okay, whatever you say," my wife typed.

Then, I saw my wife put on the dress in the video. And, incredibly, she wasn't wearing a bra; she just put the dress on directly. After putting it on, my wife turned around a few times in front of the camera and asked me what I thought.

I was a little stunned. I had fantasized about what my wife would look like in this, but when she actually wore it, I realized what sexy truly meant, especially when she turned her back to me; her snow-white back was completely exposed—it was so sexy, so captivating!

"It's beautiful, I'll take this one," I typed.

"Okay, I'll wear this then." After saying that, my wife suddenly reached under her skirt, pulled off her underwear, and tossed it aside. Then, she pulled out an unopened pair of stockings, which, upon opening, revealed a crotchless design. She stretched out her legs and put the stockings on. Her legs were already beautiful, but the black stockings made them even more alluring.

My wife never normally wore stockings, let alone these kinds of sexy ones.

"You're planning to go out like this? No underwear, no bra?" I typed.

"Yeah, he said so! Oh, and this too." My wife turned and left the video frame. A short while later, she returned with a pair of red high heels, stilettos, a good seven or eight centimeters high. When she put them on, she instantly became much taller, and the curves of her legs became even more alluring!

My God, sexy clothes, no underwear, crotchless stockings, high heels.

This outfit is so sexy!

"I'm not talking to you anymore, I need to put on makeup, I have to go out soon, I'm logging off now!" my wife said, then hung up the video call, and her profile picture went black! She

even had her clothes ready, dressed so provocatively, she was definitely going out, she really was going to hook up with a man! I never believed her before, but now it seems it's true!

Thinking this, I shut down my computer, left the office, and found my colleague, A-Ming. "A-Ming, can I borrow your car for a bit? I need it urgently." A-Ming handed me the car keys directly. I didn't bother with formalities, just left the company, found A-Ming's car, and drove home! My wife seemed to be leaving soon; she usually puts on makeup, but not very quickly, so she should have enough time.

Soon, I arrived at my building, parked, and waited anxiously.

About ten minutes later, I suddenly saw a black sedan pull up nearby and stop. Could this be the lover's car? I had my doubts.

Then I saw someone walk out of the building. Red high heels, black stockings, a sexy and revealing black dress, her hair slightly curled, seemingly styled intentionally, and although she wore black sunglasses, I would never have recognized her if I hadn't known her outfit beforehand.

But now I knew it was my wife!

Just as I was surprised, my wife got into the black sedan, and the car slowly drove away.

I immediately started my car and slowly followed.

My mind was a mess. So, my wife wasn't just provocative online; in real life, she really did meet men and cheat on me. Especially since she dressed so provocatively at that man's behest, which made me angry. She never dressed like that for me, yet she listened to another man!

I followed her and soon saw the black sedan stop in front of a budget hotel. My wife got out of the car, and then the driver got out too. I squinted at him.

He was probably around thirty-four years old, not very tall. After getting out of the car, my wife took his arm, her large breasts pressed tightly against his body, and then the two went into the hotel!

Without a doubt, they went to a hotel!

I was furious. First, furious that my wife was cheating on me, and that she was so subservient to this other man, so promiscuous—treatment I'd never received before. Second, judging from the man's appearance and his car, he seemed like a successful businessman. Why would he bring his wife to a cheap hotel like this? Couldn't he afford a better one?

Judging by the size of this hotel, a room probably only costs a hundred or two hundred yuan. What did he take my wife for?

Even when I go out for casual sex, I choose a nicer place, at least to show respect!

With my wife dressed like that, the hotel staff would probably think she was a prostitute!

Damn it!

I slammed my fist on the steering wheel, burning with rage. I wanted to get out and rush in to catch them in the act, but I hesitated, worried about my wife! Although I also have casual sex and lovers, it's only for excitement or lust. I know deep down that I love my wife deeply.

Even now, having caught them cheating, I haven't considered leaving her!

The anger and jealousy were intense!

I took out my phone and snapped a picture of the man's car. I sat in the car, chain-smoking. Should I go in? Leave?

My feelings were conflicted.

Finally, I decided to wait there, to see when they came out. If I had the chance, I'd take a picture of the man too, and try to find out who he was and how long he'd been with my wife!

I waited, and four or five hours passed. As I waited, I gradually calmed down, and my anger subsided considerably. Finally, out of sheer boredom, I saw my wife and the man emerge. I immediately took a few quick pictures. Then I noticed my wife's stockings were gone!

She was bare-legged!

Had they torn them during their play?

I thought bitterly, noticing that my wife hadn't gotten into the car with the man; he had gotten in and driven away.

My wife was standing at the intersection trying to hail a taxi!

"Damn, he picked me up before we slept together, and after we were done, he couldn't even be bothered to see me off? What does he take my wife for?" I looked at my wife. She seemed a little tired, but showed no displeasure whatsoever. In fact, as the man drove away, she even waved and smiled!

How despicable!

Watching my wife leave in a taxi, I didn't leave immediately. After smoking two cigarettes, I suddenly called my wife.

"Hello, honey?" "..." I was silent, wanting to ask where she was and what she was doing. But I knew she was lying, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control my emotions.

"Something came up at the company. I might not be home until very late tonight," I said.

"Oh, then take care of yourself and eat well. Don't overwork yourself. Call me if anything happens!" my wife said.

I answered and hung up.

Then I dialed another number. "Sister Zhang, are you free? Let's meet up!" "Oh, it's been a while since you contacted me, Xiao Tao. I thought you had a new love and had forgotten about your old flame. Why did you suddenly think of asking me out? Haven't you been able to hook up with any new girls lately?" A very charming voice rang out.

"I'm right outside the hotel, wanna come?" "Uh, what's wrong with you today? Why are you being so direct? Okay, tell me the address, I'm coming!" I gave her the address and hung up. Sister Zhang is one of my casual sex partners, or even lovers. We've known each other for a while now. She's thirty-five, still very attractive, and her husband is often away from home. She's incredibly horny and very promiscuous in bed!

Ever since I discovered my wife's secret, I haven't been interested in hooking up, but now I really want to release my pent-up desires!

After a while, a red sports car pulled up, and a woman got out. She wasn't dressed casually, nor was she particularly sexy, but she exuded a mature and alluring charm.

"Here she is!" I called out after getting out of the car. Sister Zhang saw me and came over. "Changed your car?" "No, it's a colleague's car. Come on in, I can't wait any longer," I said.

Sister Zhang glanced at me. "You're not planning to book a room here, are you? The environment is terrible. What's wrong? Are you short on cash lately? How about I book a room for you?" "This is fine." I shook my head firmly. Sister Zhang glanced at me but didn't say anything.

We went in, booked the room, and I silently made my way to it. The room wasn't big, just a bed and a TV, nothing more. I closed the door and started taking off my clothes. Sister Zhang seemed a little puzzled, as if she sensed something was off about me. I'm not usually this direct, but she didn't ask anything and just took off her own clothes. A

familiar and alluring body!

I pushed Sister Zhang down onto the bed and vigorously rubbed her breasts. Just now, my wife was being played with like this, wasn't she?

The anger in my heart was reignited. I roughly played with Sister Zhang's body. Sister Zhang was excited by my actions. Seeing my penis hard, Sister Zhang wanted to give me oral sex as usual, but I refused and directly mounted her, thrusting into her vagina and fucking her wildly.

Without saying a word, I just thrust hard into her vagina. My wife's image involuntarily flashed through my mind, and that anger fueled my excitement. Sister Zhang moaned and begged for mercy as I fucked her, but her body relentlessly yielded. Seeing her wanton state, her satisfied expression as she climaxed, I felt a strange sense of revenge. I fucked her for over an hour, far longer than usual, before finally ejaculating inside her.

Because of her condition, Sister Zhang couldn't have children, so I could ejaculate inside her freely.

Afterwards, I leaned against the wall. Sister Zhang took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it, and handed it to me. She lit one for herself as well, and then said, "You were so intense today. I haven't felt this good in a long time. But... tell me, what's wrong with you today? Did something happen?" I smoked my cigarette and remained silent for a moment before saying, "Sister Zhang, don't you feel guilty towards your husband?" Sister Zhang chuckled, "Why are you suddenly bringing this up? Are you feeling guilty? Actually, there's nothing to be sorry about. He's out there playing around with other women, and I'm out there playing around with you? We're even. When we come home, we're still a couple. Cheating is just about satisfying a physical need, or a kind of mental stimulation and comfort. It doesn't affect my relationship with my husband. Besides, you should know how good our relationship is!" "Would you do the things you did with me with your husband? I mean, you're so sexy with me, are you more conservative with your husband?" I asked.

Sister Zhang shook her head and said, "It depends on my mood. My husband and I basically have no passion for sex anymore. If I feel something, I'll be a little provocative; if not, it's just okay. We both know very well that we can find sex elsewhere, but love... we can't." "If a woman is very provocative with other women but very conservative with her husband, does she love her husband?" Sister Zhang glanced at me thoughtfully. "Your wife is having an affair?" "Yes!" I admitted.

"Is she particularly provocative with other women?" Sister Zhang knew that my wife and I didn't have a good sex life, and given my question, she quickly guessed it.

"I want to know if she loves me. Why is she so provocative with other women but not with her husband?" Sister Zhang laughed. "It's actually very simple. You're too good to her." "I'm too good to her?" I asked curiously.

Sister Zhang nodded and said, "That's right, we know each other pretty well, and I know you love your wife. But it's precisely because she knows you love her, pamper her, and will never leave her no matter what. Don't deny it, otherwise you wouldn't be here in a hotel with me; you would be confronting your wife. People are all like that—they take what they have for granted. So, she's not afraid of making you angry or unhappy, and naturally, she won't try to please you or even just go through the motions. But unlike others, maybe it's for sexual desire, or maybe to attract men, that she's so provocative and obedient, achieving a kind of self-satisfaction." These words made me feel enlightened. I've always been too good to my wife; no matter what she does, I never get angry. She's felt insecure, so she doesn't care about my feelings?

"You want to know if she loves you? That's easy. Give her a sense of insecurity, let her know you might leave her at any time. If she loves you, she'll change. If not, then it proves she doesn't love you." After a pause, Sister Zhang continued, "Actually, you don't need to worry so much. How many marriages these days don't start out of love, but simply because of marriage itself? Some people might be together their whole lives without ever deeply loving each other, while others slowly develop feelings after marriage. That's normal!" "Then what should I do?" "It's simple!" Sister Zhang smiled, then suddenly hugged my neck and sucked hard, leaving a hickey on my skin!

In the past, I definitely wouldn't have left any marks, but now I understood what Sister Zhang meant. Feeling Sister Zhang's seductive charm, I couldn't resist anymore, and we quickly got back to it!

It wasn't until evening that Sister Zhang and I left the hotel. I said goodbye to my colleague, A-Ming, and told him I'd drive the car home first, then went home.

My wife was still awake, watching TV.

Seeing me return, she came over to help me undress, only to notice the matching tattoo on my neck. She paused, then asked,

"Why are you so late?" "There was a business deal at work, and I had a few drinks with a client. I'm a little tired, so I'm going to sleep," I said casually, then went straight to the bedroom to rest.

My wife stood there silently for a moment, then smelled my clothes.

It was the scent of a woman's perfume, and not a cheap one; it must have been quite expensive. Moreover, there was no smell of alcohol on me, and seeing the tattoo made her expression suddenly strange.

Hearing my wife showering, I lay in bed unable to sleep. I was certain she had found out, but I didn't know what she would do.

After a while, I heard the door open, and my wife came in. However, I had my back to the door, so I couldn't see her expression. A while later, I felt my wife get into bed, and then there was no reaction.

She didn't react?

Did she not love me?

Just as I was beginning to despair, I suddenly felt something soft press against my back—my wife's large breasts. Then, she reached out and hugged me, placing them against my chest. We

often slept like this, so it didn't necessarily mean anything.

But what she did next filled me with joy.

She intentionally or unintentionally rubbed her breasts against my back; the sensation of her nipples against my skin was particularly noticeable. Her small hands, though on my chest, were gently caressing me, even touching my nipples a few times.

Teasing!

My wife was teasing me!

She had never done anything like this before. While her actions weren't overtly provocative, the teasing was unmistakable.

I pretended not to notice, wanting to see what my wife would do next. After teasing me for a while and seeing no reaction, she seemed a little annoyed and turned to sleep. This disappointed me, and I felt a little resentful, unwilling that my wife

's initiative was only this much. I turned over and lay flat on my back, closing my eyes and pretending to fall asleep. My wife hesitated for a moment, then snuggled into my arms. Immediately afterward, I felt her small mouth kiss my body, making me tremble involuntarily. This reaction seemed to satisfy my wife; her face pressed against my chest, her lips against my skin, exhaling warm breath, while her other hand roamed restlessly over me.

Although I had been with Sister Zhang for a long time and had deliberately restrained myself, wanting to see how far my wife would go, I was still aroused by her almost non-teasing methods. I suddenly grabbed my wife's hand and slowly moved it down, until it rested on my still-erect penis!

Normally, my wife would probably move it away and wouldn't use her hand to help me. But now she left it there, not moving it. I didn't speak, and neither did she; I didn't know what she was thinking.

My wife was probably wondering why I wasn't hard. She had taken the initiative; normally, her husband would definitely be hard. Connecting this to other signs, she must know I'd been with another woman. After a moment, my wife actually grasped my penis and started stroking it.

Although it wasn't responding and was still soft, the feeling of her small hand holding it was still very exciting.

Although her movements weren't fast, her technique was very skilled. Why skilled? It's obvious!

After a while, my penis was only slightly hard. I was worried that my wife might be dissatisfied or stop because her hand was tired. But then, I felt my wife kiss my nipple, and then something soft licked it!

I squinted slightly and saw my wife licking my nipple with her little tongue!

My nipples were being stimulated by my wife's little tongue, while she was stroking my penis. To be honest, this was something I never imagined before. I even regretted being so wild with Sister Zhang; I couldn't get an erection when I wanted to.

My wife seemed unconcerned, focused on teasing me. Sometimes she would tease my nipples with her tongue, circling them, sometimes she would suck on them. Her little hands would sometimes stroke my penis, sometimes touch my testicles. Although I was excited, my penis remained erect!

After a full half hour, my wife finally spoke. "Honey, are you... tired?" "Yes." "Then... let's sleep!" "Okay!" The bedroom fell silent. My wife released my penis, but didn't leave me. She didn't explain why she had suddenly become so proactive, nor did she complain about why I wasn't erect. Everything seemed to be understood without words! (IV) As usual, my wife prepared breakfast in the morning. After eating, we left home and got into the car. I couldn't wait to call Sister Zhang to report on what happened last night and ask her if this proved my wife loved me. Sister Zhang said she needed to observe further and told me to continue doing this for a while, preferably avoiding sex with my wife.

I naturally agreed. I knew my wife's behavior with other men was far more than that; she could be even more promiscuous, and I wanted to see if she would treat me the same way!

When I arrived at the company and went online, I found my wife wasn't there.

This surprised me a bit. Usually, my wife would get up and go online when I left home. Why wasn't she online today? Had she gone out again? That seemed unlikely! But even if she was, I didn't seem as angry now. Regarding her infidelity, I seemed more concerned about whether she loved me!

It was almost noon when my wife finally came online. I immediately asked, "Why are you so late? Did you see another man?" "No, I was just washing my husband's clothes!" "Oh, by the way, how was yesterday? Did that man satisfy you? Were you satisfied?" I deliberately brought up this topic, eager to know what she and that man had done for several hours yesterday!

"Hmm," my wife replied.

"Tell me, how did it go?" "Okay!" My wife finally replied after a long pause, and then recounted her experience at the hotel yesterday.

After my wife and that man entered the room, the man checked to see if my wife had done as he requested. He was satisfied to find that my wife was not wearing underwear, and then they started playing. According to my wife's description, there was no foreplay at all. He made my wife kneel down and perform oral sex. After he got hard, he started having sex with her directly, without even taking off her clothes. My wife said that was what the man asked her to do. He

was very rough during the act, even tearing her stockings, which brought my wife to orgasm twice. Finally, he took off his wife's stockings, tied her hands, and carried her to the balcony by the window. He made her kneel on the balcony facing out the window and then penetrated her from behind, ultimately ejaculating inside her!

I never expected him to treat my wife like that. The budget hotel only had three floors, and even the top floor wasn't very high. If someone looked up, they could definitely see my wife being fucked by the window. But I didn't think about that at the time, so I didn't notice!

My wife continued, saying that after this, the two of them went to take a shower. But to be precise, my wife served the man while he showered, using her breasts to wipe his back, her vagina to wipe his arms, and even licking his entire body with her tongue.

Licking his entire body! Didn't that include his feet and anus?

This made me furious. My beloved wife would do such a despicable thing. Even prostitutes probably wouldn't lick someone's anus or feet, right? Japanese actresses do that for work; what she did was utterly despicable! However, the thought of my wife shamelessly licking such a filthy place for him filled me with an involuntary excitement.

This made me wonder if I, like the men in those adult novels, had some kind of cuckold fetish?

My wife, of course, was unaware of my thoughts, still reminiscing about that day. After showering, we were intimate in bed, but the man deliberately teased her, making her serve him diligently, even performing humiliating acts to provoke him. He only slept with her after her pleas! Only

afterward did he prepare to leave.

Although it was only twice, it lasted several hours; this man's sexual prowess must be very strong, at least an hour each time!

In that respect, I truly admit I'm not as good!

Was it because of his ability that my wife was conquered by him?

I asked online, but my wife replied no. I then asked my wife if she was satisfied when she was with her husband, and her answer was quite interesting. Perhaps because we had chatted for a long time and were familiar with each other, my wife sometimes initiated conversations about certain topics.

She said that if she wasn't particularly eager, sex with her husband was fine, and if she was horny, it would be satisfying. However, she usually restrained herself during sex. At first, she didn't want her husband to discover how promiscuous she was in bed, maintaining a facade. Later, even when she was aroused with her husband, she wouldn't feel any passion.

I'm quite satisfied that she can satisfy me during sex. But her self-control is just too good; honestly, I can't tell if she's satisfied or not during sex.

"Don't you think this is unfair to your husband? You're so promiscuous with others, but you're just pretending with your husband. Your husband is so unlucky!" This was indeed the question I wanted to know.

"I didn't think so before. My husband is very good to me, but that kind of goodness can't satisfy my desires. However, now I think that maybe what I'm doing isn't right. I can hide my secrets, but I shouldn't be so cold and conservative when we have sex!" My wife's words gave me a jolt.

I quickly asked, "Why do you suddenly feel this way?" "I used to be too confident. I thought he was lucky to have married me. But then I realized he's really good to me, and I got used to it. But then I discovered he seems to be seeing someone else. That's when I realized I might have been too confident and neglected my husband's feelings!" I've always felt that marrying my wife is my blessing. Although she seems easygoing and a homebody, she's actually quite proud at heart!

"Your husband is seeing someone else? It must be because you can't satisfy him in bed. You must be very angry, right?

With your looks and qualities, what kind of man can't you find? Have you considered divorcing him?" After asking, I myself became a little nervous.

"No, maybe I'll find many excellent men, but they won't treat me as well as my husband.

I know very well that they treat me like a woman, and their kindness is only for sexual desire. But my husband treats me like a wife. Even if I can't satisfy him in bed, he's still as good to me as ever. I'm not angry; instead, I feel a little regretful. I regret being so foolish and too confident before, which led to my husband's infidelity. But I'm also confident that I will win him back!" Hearing my wife say this, I suddenly felt a sense of happiness. It turns out my wife knew everything I had done for her. However, there was also a slight regret. My wife only said she would try her best to win back my heart, but she didn't say she would never see other men again. Through this period of understanding, I could also sense that my wife was already deeply involved, and it wouldn't be easy to get her to turn back!

But I found that I wasn't as angry as I had imagined. Thinking back, I was also angry when I found out my wife was cheating, but that anger didn't last long. It was only when I learned how slutty and shameless my wife was with other men that I truly got angry.

Was I just jealous? Did I feel it was unfair? "And not because you're angry about your wife's infidelity?

" I asked. "How long have you been with that man?"

"More than three years." More than three years? That means they met right after we got married, and I've been wearing a green hat for more than three years?

He probably slept with my wife more times than I have.

"How did you two meet?" I asked.

"He was my boss at my old workplace." Boss? Where did my wife work three years ago? I think it was a clothing store, but she quit after a short time.

Was that man the owner of that clothing store?

"He's your boss? Does that mean he was always messing with you at work?" I asked.

My wife replied, "No, it only started when I was about to quit, and then I quit." "I see. How did he pursue you?" "He didn't pursue me at all. When I was about to quit, he wanted to take me out to dinner, and then he got me drunk, and after that, he slept with me! After that, he would often contact me, occasionally take me out to dinner, and give me some clothes and stuff, and that's how we got together," my wife said.

Damn, so he got her drunk and took advantage of the situation. He probably thought his wife was leaving and if he didn't act now, he'd miss his chance. But what I didn't expect was that he actually had the nerve to contact her later. She wasn't even angry; a few meals and some clothes were all it took to win her over, and she willingly let him have his way with her

. But back then, she wasn't very old, and that guy was quite skilled at deceiving her; it was easy for him to fool her. I can't believe he let her have her way for three years! And he didn't get much in return. I didn't see her get many more clothes, and there weren't any valuables of dubious origin. Just meals, small gifts, and he slept with such a beauty for three years—he's incredibly lucky!

After chatting with my wife for a while, it was almost time to leave work, so I called her to tell her that something came up at the company and I might be late. She didn't say anything, but I could sense she was a little disappointed. A while later, my wife messaged me on QQ, saying that her husband said he had something to do at work and would be home late, probably because he was out with another woman.

Seeing her resentful tone, I felt quite smug.

It seemed Sister Zhang's method was really effective; my wife was already starting to get nervous about me. When it was time to leave work, I said goodbye to her, logged off QQ, and left the company. However, I didn't go home; instead, I deliberately wandered around outside until very late before returning.

Once home, I took a shower and went straight to sleep, barely paying attention to my wife. That night, although my wife gave some hints, she gave up when she found me asleep.

For several days in a row, I deliberately came home late, and even occasionally took phone calls behind my wife's back, acting like I was up to something. My wife didn't ask anything, but she became increasingly bold, even proactively saying she wanted to have sex, but I refused, saying I was too tired. I believed that when we made love, she wouldn't act the same way as before.

During this time, I also frequently contacted Sister Zhang, and occasionally we met and made love.

When I told Sister Zhang about my wife's situation, she thought it was about time and we shouldn't make things worse. I thought about it and she was right; it had been almost a week since I'd been intimate with her, and the time was ripe. That day, near the end of the workday, I told my wife I was coming home for dinner. She was very happy and told me to come home early.

When I got home, my wife was cooking in the kitchen. I don't know if it was intentional or because she was more relaxed at home, but she was only wearing a t-shirt and a small pair of underwear. Her long legs were exposed, and given her plump, perky buttocks, the underwear couldn't contain them at all, making her look incredibly alluring!

Having not been intimate with my wife for days, seeing her dressed so seductively, I couldn't resist.

"You're back. Wash your hands first, dinner will be ready soon," my wife said, turning to look at me with a sweet smile. Noticing my gaze, she seemed a little smug!

I changed my clothes, washed my hands, and stood at the door watching her. My wife was focused on cooking, but she would sometimes bend over and sometimes deliberately wiggle her hips. After watching for a while, I couldn't resist anymore. I went over and hugged my wife's waist from behind. My erect penis pressed against my wife's soft buttocks. She trembled slightly and scolded, "Stop it, I'm cooking!" I reached my hands inside her clothes and decisively squeezed her large breasts, kneading them.

My wife seemed worried about messing up the food, and surprisingly didn't scold me or ask me to remove my hands, seemingly oblivious to my presence as she focused on cooking.

This discovery emboldened me further. I grasped her breasts, teasing her nipples with my fingers. At first, my wife was fine, but then she couldn't help but tremble, her soft buttocks rubbing against my body. I pulled out one hand, unzipped my pants, and thrust my penis against her. My wife reacted immediately, glancing back at me without saying a word.

But as I deliberately thrust, her buttocks seemed to cooperate, appearing as if she were simulating penetration. My penis rubbed against her through her underwear, and soon I felt her underwear was wet.

"I want to fuck you!" I breathed in my wife's ear.

This was the first time I'd ever used such direct, vulgar language on my wife.

She seemed startled, turning to look at me with some surprise. I didn't flinch; instead, I continued kneading her breasts.

That man must have said those words countless times. If he could say them, why couldn't I, her legal husband, say them?

My wife hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let's eat first, it'll be ready soon." "You don't want me to do it?" My tone darkened, sounding somewhat angry. My wife

shook her head: "No, you're my husband, I… of course I'm willing, it's just that the food's almost ready, you don't have to be in such a rush. Let's eat first, okay? I'll give it to you after we eat!" "Give it to me? It sounds like you're doing me a favor. Damn it, with other men you beg them to sleep with you, but I, your legal husband, am doing you, and you act like you're doing me a favor!" Although I knew my wife didn't mean it that way, I was still very annoyed.

I withdrew my hand and stepped back slightly. This action made my wife think I was angry. Just as she was about to speak, I suddenly slapped her buttocks. The sudden action made her groan, and then she involuntarily raised her buttocks. I pushed her panties aside, and with my penis firmly in my hand, I thrust it in.

"Ah!" My wife groaned loudly as I forcefully penetrated her, and then I started fucking her hard.

"Husband, what's wrong with you today? No, not here, let's go to the bedroom..." my wife said, trembling.

"Right here! It's no fun in the bedroom all the time, this is much more exciting!" I replied breathlessly, grabbing my wife's breasts again with both hands. My wife involuntarily raised her body as I thrust into her buttocks.

I don't know if it was because I suddenly became hard, or because my wife wanted to change and please me, but her moans gradually became louder, different from her usual silent moans, and not just the soft moans of a mosquito. The sound gradually became clear and loud. This made me incredibly excited, and I groaned. I finally heard my wife's wanton moans!

So horny!

She must moan even louder when other men are fucking her!

Thinking of this, I deliberately thrust deep and hard each time, squeezing her breasts with even more force, panting as I said, "Louder, moan louder..." "Ah, ah, ahhhhh..." My wife's voice grew louder and louder, the whole house could hear it. Stimulated by

these sounds, and the fact that it was my first time fucking her in this standing doggy style, the softness and elasticity of her buttocks being pounded made me lose control. I felt the urge to ejaculate in less than ten minutes. If it were before, I would definitely have tried to control myself; ten minutes was too short, probably not enough to satisfy my wife. Especially since that man of hers could go on for over an hour at a time. But now, my thoughts were different!

"Shoot, as long as you're having fun, shoot whenever you want. Anyway, other guys never consider her feelings when they're having sex with her. Fuck her when you want, shoot whenever you want. Even if you worry about her not being satisfied, others won't. Whether you worry or not, she's already been played by others, so what's the point of worrying!" This self-destructive, even vengeful thought surfaced in my mind, and I really lost control. I thrust wildly, pounding into my wife's pussy, her buttocks trembling from the impact. My wife couldn't help but increase the volume of her moans. With this rapid thrusting, my semen shot directly inside her.

"Ahhh!" I growled a few times before pulling my penis out of her pussy.

My wife, her face flushed and panting, gave me a reproachful look before hurriedly running to the bathroom. I put my penis away, straightened my pants, and went back to the living room to smoke. A little while later, my wife came out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen to continue cooking.

No anger, no blame!

This level of intimacy was nothing to her; I'd learned online just how horny my wife was. I initially felt a little guilty, after all, we'd been married for years and I'd never forced her like this before. But then I thought, wasn't it precisely this perceived respect that led to her like this?

Mutual respect is good, but it lacks passion.

Modern people have different views than those of ancient times; they're not so conservative. If sex isn't satisfying, infidelity is normal, right? Thinking back, wasn't it because I couldn't satisfy my wife that I went out to play around?

"You eat first, I'll go change my underwear!" my wife said, placing the dishes on the table.

Her underwear was wet with her juices and stained with semen!

"Just take it off, why change it? There's no one else at home!" I said.

My wife hesitated, seemingly unwilling.

Just then, my phone rang. It was a colleague. I thought for a moment, then deliberately went to the room, closing the door behind me before answering—of course, I left a crack in the door. While on the phone, I listened for any sounds and, sure enough, heard footsteps. My wife was probably eavesdropping.

The call was from a colleague, informing me of a meeting tomorrow. I responded with a few "uh-huhs," and the caller hung up. But I pretended to be on the phone, deliberately speaking loudly and angrily, "What's the point of calling now? I asked you to go to a hotel, but you wouldn't go. I deliberately didn't do it for days, just waiting to satisfy you.

Who knew you'd stand me up and just did it with my wife. Yeah, I know my wife is too conservative, it's not fun, she's not as sexy as you, but if you hadn't stood me up, would I have done it with her? Fine, fine, stop talking. I can't go out now. After I finish dinner, I'll call you again tonight and satisfy you properly, okay? Okay, that's it, wait for my call!" After saying this, I deliberately didn't leave immediately. "Go." I listened to my wife's footsteps as she left before slowly pushing open the door.

My wife was serving me rice and said, "Come and eat," when she saw me.

I went over and saw that she had taken off her underwear, her bottom completely naked. She had hesitated a moment ago, but after overhearing my phone call, she agreed. I glanced at her a few times, then pretended not to notice and focused on eating.

My wife kept putting food on my plate, urging me to eat more.

After finishing my meal, I put down my chopsticks and opened my mouth as if to speak.

But my wife spoke first. "Honey, you must be tired these past few days from work. I'll make you some tea later, and you can play some games. It's so hot today, take a good shower and rest." She knew I was going out and was making an excuse to keep me there.

I thought for a moment and said, "I've been really tired lately, my arms are killing me, I don't have the energy to take a shower.

Besides, a colleague just called and asked me to go out." "Are they asking you to go drinking? Maybe you shouldn't go. You've been working so hard, you're finally home early today, you should rest more. If your arms are sore, I'll help you shower and scrub your back later," my wife said softly.

"You'll help me shower? You've always refused to shower with me, saying you're not used to it." "It's not that I'm not used to it, but honey, you work so hard for me and for this family, as your wife, it's only right that I do something for you," my wife said. "

Okay then!" Since my wife was so proactive, of course I wouldn't refuse, but I pretended to think about it reluctantly for a while before agreeing!

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