A wife who goes solo: A different kind of swap (Part 3)

Although my wife promised not to see Lao Feng again, thinking back to what she said that day and what Lao Feng told me, I still couldn't trust her. I didn't relax my monitoring of her whereabouts at all. Several times when she went to other places during work hours, I immediately called her with various excuses to make her come home immediately. I was sure Lao Feng was looking for her, because after these incidents, Lao Feng called me, saying he wanted to invite me to dinner. I understood what he meant, and I also made excuses to refuse him. However, no matter how careful I was, something still happened—
it was the last day of the National Day holiday. At noon, I called my wife to say that I wouldn't be home for lunch because there was a patient undergoing surgery in the afternoon. Because the surgery was quite difficult, a doctor from a large hospital was brought in to perform the operation, and I would have lunch with this doctor. My wife even asked with concern what kind of surgery it was, and she quite clearly said that such a surgery would take three or four hours if everything went smoothly (my wife had worked as a surgical instrument nurse in the surgery department). After noon, just as the surgery started, a new problem arose, and I hurriedly arranged for a transfer to another hospital. I habitually tried to locate my wife, but the location showed she was offline. I hurriedly called her, but her phone was off. I then called the pharmacy where she works, and they told me she had taken the day off at lunchtime. My mind told me what had happened. I called Lao Feng, but his phone was also off. The situation was quite clear. I knew that with the pandemic affecting hotel check-ins, health codes would be checked, and given my wife's personality, she wouldn't go to a hotel. I tried calling Xiao Mei, telling her I missed her and wanted to see her. Xiao Mei quickly declined, saying she wasn't home and that Lao Feng had sent her out on errands, and she wouldn't be back until tomorrow. I understood everything.
By the time I drove to Lao Feng's house, it was almost 3 PM. Because Lao Feng had given me the door lock code last time, I quietly entered. The house was quiet, so I took off my shoes to avoid making noise. The bedroom door was closed, and I didn't hear any sounds from the doorway. I then went to the balcony, knowing it was connected to the bedroom window. The bedroom window was open, but... As I approached, I heard voices. The window was only partially drawn, with a thin gauze curtain, and a tall, lush bamboo grove beside it. I could peek inside from where I was hiding: Old Feng was lying flat on his back, his wife nestled in his arms. Old Feng had one arm around her, while his other hand was kneading her breast. His wife was looking at a jade bracelet on her wrist, saying, "I can't take this. I can't explain where this bracelet came from. I've been keeping the one you gave me last time." Old Feng said, "I bought this especially for you in Qingdao, so you'd wear it and remember me, and not forget me." His wife said, "How could I forget you? If I forgot you, I wouldn't have contacted you this time." —Does this mean that his wife had arranged to meet Old Feng today? Old Feng hugged his wife tightly, kissed her lips, and said, "I know you missed me. I missed you too. We've tried so many times, but it didn't work out. It's driving me crazy." His wife placed her hand on Lao Feng's penis again and slowly stroked it. She continued, "You're always hugging someone younger than me, and you still miss me?" Lao Feng said, "You're jealous of her? Besides, she can't compare to you. You two are different. I'd like to hug you every day, but you wouldn't want to." His wife retorted, "How can we not compare? How are we different?" Lao Feng said, "She's the steamed bun, you're the pastry. She's just satisfying your hunger." With that, Lao Feng flipped over and pinned his wife beneath him. His wife quickly emerged from under his arm and said, "It's getting late, I have to go back, otherwise he'll find out." Lao Feng hugged his wife from behind and said, "This is a rare opportunity. I'll take you back to your parents' house later. Just say you went back because I was sick and it got late." The wife didn't struggle, letting Lao Feng caress her. Lao Feng picked her up and laid her flat on the bed. He pressed his entire body against hers. The wife whispered, "It hurts a little, be gentle." Lao Feng slowly inserted his penis into her vagina. The wife made a soft "hmm" sound and hugged Lao Feng. Lao Feng gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, and the wife's moans grew louder. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Lao Feng's waist. Lao Feng thrust faster for a while, then stood up, grabbed her legs and folded them up, so that her legs were on his shoulders. With one hand on her shoulder and the other on her breast, Lao Feng began thrusting in a half-squatting position. The wife's hand... She would grab the sheets, then grab Lao Feng's arm, her moans gradually turning into softer "ah-ah" sounds. Lao Feng's vigor increased, his thrusts faster, and his wife's "ah-ah" sounds turned into suppressed "mmm" sounds. Her head swayed from side to side, and with each tremor of her body, she let out a sobbing "mmm" sound, frantically slapping Lao Feng's arm with her hands. Lao Feng stopped, lowered his wife's legs, supported himself on his elbows, and straddled her, kissing her and gently caressing her breasts… His wife gradually calmed down, slowly kissing him. Lao Feng inserted his penis again, and his wife moaned again… (To be continued)

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