The formation of the cuckold complex (continued)

I didn't finish the previous part due to time constraints, but I'm finishing it today since I have some free time.
When I heard the receptionist say my wife was working as a masseuse, I was genuinely stunned. After all, I used to frequent these kinds of places when working for those bosses. After delivering the other orders, I lost all motivation to work, because working as a masseuse could mean foot massage, wellness treatments, or even a full-service package. I decided to go back to her workplace to find out what my wife was doing. This time, I took off my delivery uniform and helmet, and the salesperson immediately greeted me, asking what I wanted. I asked if they offered full-service packages. He said they hadn't dared to do that due to crackdowns. I joked that I was just released and wanted to relax, and the salesperson recommended a wellness treatment, suggesting I add him on WeChat for advance booking discounts. I said I'd go for the wellness treatment and added him on WeChat. He took me to a room on the third floor and asked what price range I wanted. He had 488, 598, and 888, and I said, "The most premium one." He professionally asked if I knew any technicians, the service schedule, and the availability. I tentatively asked if I could try a service called Lily, which a friend recommended. He said okay and went out to arrange it for me. Two or three minutes later, he came back in and said Lily was on duty and asked if I wanted to arrange another beauty. I said no, and asked how long it would take. He said maybe half an hour. I said wait, and then he left. At that moment, my heart was bleeding, thinking about how my wife would react when she came in. I dimmed the lights in the room and took a shower. After showering, I put a towel over my head and leaned against the bed. About half an hour later, someone knocked on the door and asked, "Hello, VIP, may the technician come in?" I nodded. My wife came in, saying as she walked in, "Handsome guy, still shy? Turn off the light." Because of the towel on my head, she didn't recognize me. She said, "Hello, VIP, I'm technician number 77, may I serve you?" I nodded, and my wife said, "You've already showered, just wait for me while I get my things." After a while, she came in with some things, put on music from a Bluetooth speaker, and started dancing provocatively. After a while, she started taking off her clothes—she was actually only wearing a short, strappy dress, with no bra or panties underneath, just black pantyhose. She called me over to dance with her, making all sorts of seductive moves and moaning. When I didn't go over, she walked towards the bed. I knew I couldn't keep up the act anymore and was about to be exposed, so I prepared to take off the towel. Unexpectedly, she pulled the towel down for me, and my wife immediately recognized me. Instinctively, she covered herself with the towel I was using. I was furious and slapped her. "You bitch, you were so horny just now, keep being horny! You slut, didn't you say you were a cashier? How did you become a whore?" After saying that, I left. As soon as I stepped outside, tears streamed down my face. Thinking about my grievances, helplessness, and betrayal, I didn't even ask for my scooter. I hailed a taxi and went to the Yangtze River. My wife kept calling me, but I didn't answer. Then she sent me WeChat messages. She apologized, asked me to listen to her explanation, and asked where I was. I just threw my phone into the river. Screw it. To be honest, I really wanted to jump into the river and end it all. But then I thought of my elderly parents and my son; I couldn't be so irresponsible. After calming down, I thought of my wife's goodness; she did this because I was useless. Those two years I was in prison were truly difficult. I shouted a few times towards the Yangtze River and returned to my shop. Unexpectedly, my wife was already sitting at the shop entrance waiting for me; it was already past midnight. Seeing her, a woman sitting on the ground with tears in her eyes, I felt a sense of relief. I went over, pulled my wife up, and called her inside. After we went in, she pulled down the roller shutter, then stripped naked, knelt on the ground, and apologized, asking me to kill her. I pulled her up and said, "Are you crazy? Even if I kill you, I'll still die. I'm not that stupid. I'm fine now. Blame yourself for being useless. You haven't had it easy these past few years either." My wife hugged me, and we both cried. "I'll be yours for life. You can't abandon me." After we finished talking, we started kissing. My wife pulled down my pants while we kissed. Then she knelt down and gave me oral sex, deep throating. I got aroused and prepared to have sex with her, but she told me not to move and to keep giving her oral sex. After a few minutes, I was about to pull out when my wife hugged my waist and increased the frequency. I couldn't hold back and ejaculated all over her mouth. Because of the large amount, it mixed with her saliva, and some of the semen dripped from the corner of her mouth onto her breasts. After I ejaculated, my wife sucked on my semen a few more times and pulled her mouth away. I saw her swallow my semen with a movement of her throat. Her face was flushed as she asked me, "Honey, was it good?" I said, "It was heaven." After the passion subsided, we packed up and went home.

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