My sixth experience: I was caught spying on my wife and then having sex with the landlord's son.

After reading about many netizens' experiences on this website, I realized how much effort I had put into what I did before. But at the time, no matter how much effort and time it took, it didn't matter. Those who have been through it should understand. Anyway, enough rambling.
A few days ago, when my wife and I were making love, I asked her if she wanted to find a gigolo. I said I didn't have the energy to make her feel good. (I don't think I've mentioned this to her since she started cheating, afraid she'd feel pressured and think I'd found out something.) She looked me intently in the eyes and smiled, saying, "Sure, if someone else makes me feel good and then I run off with someone else, you can cry then." I smiled and said I'd accept it if that happened. She didn't say anything more, so I didn't press her further. (I read a post from a netizen who said you shouldn't talk about these things too much, as it can backfire, and I think that makes a lot of sense).
Those few days she'd been watching "Gentle Lies." I don't really like that drama; I only watch it casually sometimes, but my wife seemed very interested, probably because of her own experiences. After watching it that day, she suddenly asked me, "What would you do if I were like the female lead in the drama?" She was testing me. I nonchalantly replied, "So what? It's just getting fucked by someone, it won't hurt me (thinking to myself, 'You've been fucked before, haven't you?')" She then said disdainfully, "Easy for you to say. If I really did that, I wonder what you would do to me." At that moment, I really wanted to be blunt, but I thought I'd wait until we did it to make things easier later.

Continuing from last time...
A while later, they did it again. I don't know what I didn't notice. In the summer, after finishing business and making friends, we sold the restaurant and went home. He even saw us off, and my wife said goodbye to him indifferently, just like usual.

After staying home for over a month, I went to Xinjiang to work. It was cotton picking season, and I and a few fellow villagers found cotton picking jobs at the job market. The cotton was all in the countryside, so there weren't many options for food and lodging; we had to stay with landlords.
After settling in, we went to the fields, and when I saw the endless cotton fields, I felt a sense of relief. At the time, I was thinking that it would be really exciting to have sex here, and I wanted to take some time to play with my wife. On the third day, just as I was about to leave work, I told my wife that we should go a little further inside. My wife glanced at me; she knew what I was going to do because I had mentioned it to her the night before. After the two people closest to us left, we couldn't wait to get started. It was really exciting. While we were doing it, I kept thinking how exciting it would be if someone else had sex with my wife here. I was worried that they would finish quickly while we were waiting.
For the next few days, I kept looking for targets, but I couldn't find anyone suitable. I knew several people from my hometown, but I didn't want to target people I knew, afraid they would tell others. There was also a landlord's son who hadn't gotten into university and now drove us to and from work every day, but he didn't seem to like talking much. I tried to talk to him, and when I asked him questions, he would answer politely, but he wouldn't start any conversations. Maybe he looked down on us country folk, or maybe he felt we didn't have anything in common. I gave up after a few tries. Anyway, I only had about ten more days of work left, so I decided to find somewhere else to have some fun.
My wife started using her phone more frequently those few days, sometimes even after I went to sleep. She'd asked me about it before, saying, "Why don't you ever say anything when I use my phone so much?" I'd reply, "It's just using your phone, what's the big deal? I'm always using mine too. Just be mindful in front of others; it's fine when it's just the two of us." I could tell she was touched. The next morning, while she was in the bathroom, I secretly checked her phone. The password hadn't been changed; it was the one I'd left at home. I only saw it when she wasn't looking. The WeChat chat history wasn't deleted either. She'd lowered her guard, or maybe she thought it was okay since I didn't know the password. She was chatting with three strange men on WeChat. One looked like a Uyghur based on the profile picture, one I didn't recognize, and the other was the son of a landlord (they'd introduced themselves to each other). I checked the chat times; they'd added each other on the third day after we arrived. He and my wife had been chatting a lot, and the later topics were quite ambiguous. They'd been chatting until after 1 a.m. the previous night. Him: Aren't you going to sleep yet? Wife: I can't sleep. Him: Call me and I'll fall asleep if you hold me. Wife: He won't hold me (the wife starts to reveal her secrets). Him: Then I'll hold you while you sleep. Wife: Okay, come on then. Him: Really? Wife: Of course, really. Him: I'm too scared. Come to my room and I'll hold you while you sleep. Wife: You wish! Him: I'll hold you while you sleep sometime, okay? The wife didn't answer. She said goodnight and never replied. He didn't ask any further questions and also said goodnight.
That night after work, the wife went to deliver the cotton first. I talked to a fellow villager and stayed behind. When the wife reached the intersection, he and the wife seemed to say something to each other. To others, it was just an ordinary conversation, but I knew they were definitely not talking about anything ordinary. That night, my wife played on her phone for a while and then went to sleep. I couldn't fall asleep, and by 2 AM there was still no movement. I checked my wife's WeChat, but all the messages had been deleted. I was so sleepy I couldn't stand it anymore, so I got up and put a small piece of paper on the top of the door before going to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, the paper was still there. I wondered if my wife hadn't agreed to it, but there's rarely a chance during the day. Sigh! That feeling was really agonizing.
That noon, during our lunch break, my wife kept playing on her phone. I asked her, "Why don't you take a nap?" She said, "You sleep, I'm going to take a shower later." At that moment, I wondered if they were planning to do it in the bathhouse during their lunch break? To make work easier in the afternoon, everyone usually takes a nap at noon, so there's usually no one in the yard at noon. I was really excited then, just thinking about it was so thrilling. I wondered what would happen when they did it. I immediately pretended to be asleep. I had originally planned to take a good nap at noon, as I hadn't slept well the night before, but I wasn't sleepy at that moment! Seeing that I was asleep, she took a towel and shampoo and went out. I got up and went to the window (the bathhouse was on the east side of the courtyard; we lived upstairs on the west side, so she could see it from upstairs if she went to the bathhouse). But after waiting a while, I didn't see her. I went out to look around the courtyard, but she wasn't there either. I hurriedly ran back into the room and looked out the back window. I saw my wife slowly walk to the entrance of an alley, look around, and then turn into it. I quickly ran downstairs. When I got to the alley entrance, I couldn't see my wife anymore. I went in, wondering where they might have gone. There were two abandoned courtyards ahead. One courtyard only had some mud walls left, and the other courtyard had three mud houses. If they went there, they would definitely go into the mud houses. I quietly crept to the outside of the courtyard wall of the earthen house and peeked inside. There was no movement. I climbed over the wall (because over time, some sections of the wall had crumbled quite low), and slowly walked towards the earthen house. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, so I walked very carefully. When I reached the window of the earthen house, I heard them talking inside. Sure enough, they were there. The door and windows of the earthen house were gone. I held my breath and peeked through the doorway. They were near the innermost wall, my wife lying on a straw mat. He had started to take off her pants. He had his back to me, blocking my wife's view. At this point, they wouldn't be paying attention to the doorway, so I felt safe watching. When his pants were down to her ankles, my wife stopped him from taking them off any further, probably wanting it easier to put them on if anyone came. He didn't force her to take them off, quickly pulled down his own pants, and crawled between my wife's legs. He found a good spot and thrust in hard. I only heard my wife let out a soft "ah," then take a deep breath; it must have felt very good. Then he started slowly thrusting in and out, and my wife was moaning softly, trying not to be loud, but her moans were even more arousing. I masturbated a few times and ejaculated. Later, he gradually increased his speed, and my wife urged him on, "Faster, faster..." I thought my wife was close to orgasm too. He thrust like that for dozens of times, and I heard my wife let out another loud "Ah!" I knew she had orgasmed. He thrust a few more times and then stopped. I quickly left before they could react.

Being uncultured is a problem. No matter how true your words are, without proper sentence structure, it's uninteresting to read. I wrote a few chapters and felt a bit bored; it felt like I was writing for myself.

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