My Wife's Cheating Diary 2

Although my wife's infidelity still occasionally evokes a thrill in me, it's ultimately unacceptable. However, for the sake of our family's stability, I'll let bygones be bygones. Since she can't go to Guangzhou anymore, a friend introduced her to a job selling tickets on buses traveling from the county town to the countryside. Depending on the bus schedule and time, she'll stay overnight in the town or at home. If it's an early morning bus from the town, she'll stay there the night before. If it's an early morning bus from the county town to the town, she'll stay at home. There are also dormitories for drivers and ticket sellers near the county bus station, but since my family lives in the county town, my wife usually comes back to stay when the bus stops there. After getting my driver's license, I drove for my brother-in-law for a while, but I couldn't find suitable work in other units in the county town, so I started working in a factory in our county's industrial park. Life went on like this, sometimes going on and sometimes not. However, as a young couple earning meager wages and working jobs that lacked prestige and hope, four months into my factory job, a fellow villager from my hometown who was doing business in Chongqing returned and contacted my father. He said he was looking for a trustworthy person to help him and also intended to bring me along. Although the promised salary was very low, I followed him to Youyang County in Chongqing, hoping for better opportunities. Thus, my wife and I began living apart again. Because my wife had cheated on me during our previous separation, I still harbored resentment and would occasionally check his QQ roaming history (although my wife changed her QQ password later, I had several accounts that were friends with him, so he reset his original password after friend verification; I don't know if he got confused or what, but he stopped being cautious about me on QQ). His roaming history consisted mostly of normal chat logs, with several conversations between men and women, primarily with ticket sellers and drivers on the same route, mostly about work-related matters. One of the men was chatting a lot, which caught my attention. They were mostly asking each other things like, "Which bus are you on?", "What time do you leave tomorrow?", "Where are you staying tonight?", and "Have you had breakfast?", so I didn't pay much attention. But later, a QQ chat log confirmed that my wife had relapsed. Essentially, the man asked if she was staying in town that night, and my wife replied that she was staying in the county town. The man asked her to switch shifts and stay in town, but my wife said no, she needed to take the pants she bought for our daughter back. There were no further messages, as I guessed they might have been communicating by phone. At this point, I was stunned. Without concrete evidence of him cheating again, my feelings were indescribable—pain, anger, and curiosity. But another QQ chat log confirmed the affair. The content was roughly: "Wife said she's added you on WeChat, please accept." The man replied, "I'm still a little unsure how to do it, I need to sleep with you for a night to learn," and so on. Later, when I deduced from their subtle clues that they were going to book a hotel room that night, I would call my wife at random times. Often, she would hesitate for a long time before answering, or she wouldn't answer at all, or she would hesitate for a long time before answering after several attempts. When she finally answered, her voice sounded trembling and very soft. I was 100% certain she was with that man. After hanging up, I cried alone in bed. After crying, the image of my wife and another man doing involuntarily kept flashing through my mind. Thinking about it, my penis would involuntarily become erect. I was constantly caught in this contradictory state of alternating anger and arousal. In later phone calls, I intentionally or unintentionally asked some sensitive questions. At this point, my wife realized I knew about his affair. When I confronted him on the phone, he tearfully confessed everything. It turned out the man wasn't the driver, but a construction foreman 20 years older than her. He had become familiar with her because he frequently used their truck. As the saying goes, it's not the thief you should fear, but the one who has his eye on you; my wife had finally fallen for his scheme. Of course, I also said some harsh and hurtful things on the phone, but we were living apart, just like before. Later, because my father became seriously ill, I returned home. During that time, I stayed by my father's side every day and had no time to deal with anything related to my wife. This continued until my father passed away and the funeral arrangements were completed. I confronted my wife about her affair with that man while we were in bed. She cried and wouldn't say a word. I grabbed her neck and fucked her hard (I didn't really choke her, just to express my anger), and she kept crying. After I ejaculated, I felt less angry. I wiped her tears and spoke to her gently, saying that since we'd already done it, she just needed to talk to me honestly and show that she still wanted to maintain the family. I said I could forgive her if she didn't do it again. As her emotions gradually calmed down and she realized I was telling the truth, she slowly opened up to me. I asked who the man was. She said his name was so-and-so and he worked on construction sites. I asked how they met. She said they met on a bus. I asked her why she slept with him, and my wife said, "You don't care about me. He talks to me often and cares about me." I asked her how it started. My wife explained that after the car returned to the county town, the man invited her and another female ticket seller to dinner. After dinner, everyone went home. A while after my wife got home, the man called and told her he had booked a room at a certain hotel and asked if she wanted to come out for a while. My wife agreed. At this point, I interjected and asked, "You knew he had booked a room and asked you to come out. Didn't you think he wanted to sleep with you?" My wife said she had. I asked, "Then why did you still go?" My wife said very embarrassedly that she wanted to too. I asked, "Where did it start, and how did it begin?" My wife said that as soon as they knocked on the door, they immediately hugged and kissed, and then they started taking off their clothes and had sex. During this questioning, my penis, which had just ejaculated, became as hard as steel again. I rolled over on top of her again and fucked this slut hard. (To be continued)

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