The third, the chance encounter with the cuckold's wife (4)

(This is a bit slow to post, I've been busy with work these past few days, mainly because I forgot the turning point of the story. I thought about it for several days but couldn't remember what caused it, but luckily I remembered it as I wrote.)
A few days later, before I went on a business trip, I went to her company to bring her some jackfruit.
That day I was out having fun, and while we were chatting, she said she was craving jackfruit, and coincidentally, there was some displayed at the fruit shop next to the road.
I teased her, asking if she wanted me to bring some over.
She provocatively said, "Come on, I'm the only one in the office anyway" (hmph).
So, I bought half a jackfruit, and when I got to her office floor, I asked her which office she wanted. Immediately, a door opened in the middle of the hallway, and she leaned out, looking at me in surprise, then cautiously waved to me. Before I went in, I saw that the door to the office opposite was slightly ajar, and a female colleague was inside. After I went in, she gently closed the door and whispered to me, "Why did you really come?"
I said, "Didn't you ask me to come?"
She chuckled and said, "I was just kidding. You know
I gave her the jackfruit." She hid in the corner of the desk, saying she was afraid her colleagues would see. As I bent down, I gave her big butt a couple of pats. She stood up, turned around, and glared at me, saying, "You pervert
, put your things away!" She stood in front of me, grabbed my hands, intertwined our fingers, tilted her head back, stood on tiptoe, and stared at me with a grin. I gently pecked her lips twice and asked, "Do you like it?" She pursed her lips and
nodded, "Mmm-hmm."
I only stayed in the office for a few minutes before leaving. After all, there are always people coming and going in the company; it's better not to take chances. As I was leaving, she quietly called me back and playfully pulled off my mask.
For a while afterward, our WeChat messages were full of passionate flirtation, like a couple falling in love. As we chatted, the conversation inevitably drifted to past relationships: first love, ex-boyfriends, virginity, how many men she'd been with, and so on. Her first love happened in high school, which was somewhat expected; a naive girl like her would easily be deceived. Her second boyfriend was someone she still likely had feelings for, then came marriage, and then me.
The turning point came during a conversation about cheating on me, and I casually asked if she'd ever cheated on anyone else. I could sense her flirtatious enthusiasm vanish instantly, replaced by hesitation. But her hesitation wasn't the kind I expected! Then she told me a story about spending the night with her ex-boyfriend—yes, it was a story of truth and fiction: after marriage, she happened to reconnect with her ex-boyfriend, who was away on a business trip in Linyi, Shandong. She told her husband she was going to Qingdao to meet a close friend who had just returned from her wedding in Shanghai. I was genuinely shocked, not just because of her affair, but more so because I doubted my own judgment. After ten years of work and traveling extensively, I wouldn't claim to have met countless people, but after spending so many days together, my understanding of her shouldn't be wrong. She was sunny and generous, gentle and lovely, playful yet with a touch of shyness. She repeatedly emphasized that her trip to Linyi that night was because she felt guilty towards her ex-boyfriend after their breakup, and mainly to catch up. I was completely dumbfounded. How could a married woman who had never traveled far from home easily let her husband go out for the night? But that's often how reality is; only after knowing the final outcome do you discover the numerous flaws in the process. She subtly revealed to me that if it weren't for that affair, she might not have dared to flirt with me, and there wouldn't have been the subsequent events. She repeatedly tested whether I was angry. At the time, I wasn't angry at all; there was no need. However, what I didn't know was that her successful trial laid the foundation for increasing the dosage later.
Knowing this made me quite interested, after all, it refreshed my understanding of her. Curiosity killed the cat, as they say. Under persistent questioning, she surprisingly told me that her husband knew about it too. I felt a sluggish reaction, like a CPU overheating. This didn't make sense, even though she told me how doting her husband was. For the next few days, we talked about this constantly. The more I couldn't understand, the more I wanted to get to the bottom of it. She, in turn, was testing my limits by gradually increasing the dosage. I must say, this woman was quite clever.
She slowly revealed to me that her husband had a cuckolding fetish. I knew a little about cuckolding; a good friend of mine does that, secretly sending me erotic photos of his wife and enjoying my insulting comments. She observed my attitude for a day or two. After I repeatedly confirmed it, she said that her husband had arranged her ex-boyfriend's affair. I could sense the panic she felt when she told me this. She sent me short messages one after another, mostly asking what was wrong, why I wasn't replying, if I was angry, and apologizing. At the time, I wasn't too upset; I wasn't angry or resentful, just a little unsure how to respond. A short while later, she called to ask what was wrong. I could hear the caution and helplessness in her voice, so I comforted her. Two days later, perhaps tired of hiding it, she confessed some things to me. Her husband had a penchant for cuckolding, and he wanted her to add certain people's contact information. She was initially very resistant, but couldn't resist her husband's persistent pleading. However, she stated that she had never truly accepted it. Later, her husband secretly contacted her ex-boyfriend through her QQ account, chatting under her name. When she discovered this, things had already escalated, so she accepted it. Although she phrased it vaguely, I knew it was partly due to her husband's preferences and partly because she could accept her ex-boyfriend's infidelity. After confessing, she was genuinely happy, like a child, rather than angry. After things calmed down, I became curious about her husband and wanted to know more about him.
I inquired about her husband's situation, and it seemed this whole thing started three or four years ago; he was quite addicted (after contacting him, I discovered the addiction wasn't just "quite"—it was obsessive, bordering on madness). He'd given her a lot of men's contact information, and she'd add some of them casually. Her husband frequented a forum called "69" or something like that, which she wasn't familiar with. After I gathered some information, I suggested she secretly check what website it was. Drawing on my years of experience with pornographic websites, I also researched "69" myself. Then I found a "69xx" app linked to this website. That's how I first explored this interesting circle!
To be continued…

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