My wife is like a slave 1~2 (wife mature adult novel)

Author: gzedleew2008——————————————————————————
(one)
My wife and I met in college. At that time, she was the beauty of the Finance and Economics Department next door. In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that she was the school belle. She was very beautiful, with a delicate and quiet appearance, a tall and sexy figure, and a first-class temperament. She was regarded as the dream lover by the boys in our school. When I saw her for the first time, I had already determined that she would be the love of my life. After unremitting efforts and persistence, I defeated countless competitions and challenges, and finally I moved her heart and won her heart. Of course, my conditions are not bad either. I consider myself tall, heroic, and handsome. Not only is I the main guard of the school basketball team, but my academic performance is also among the best in the department. At that time, we were known as a golden boy and a jade girl in the school.

During the years in college, the love time my wife and I spent together was not only romantic and warm, but also full of young people's passion and longing. One night on the eve of graduation, my wife gave me her virginity, and we finally hugged each other and made a lifelong vow.

After we both graduated with excellent grades from the prestigious universities we attended, my wife went to work for a large state-owned bank, and I also initially worked for a well-known multinational foreign-funded enterprise. Then we got married, and in the second year after our marriage we had a lovely daughter. But later, I was not willing to do the boring work day after day, so I chose to start my own business and opened a company with several like-minded classmates and friends.

The road to starting a business is indeed difficult. I once doubted whether it was the right decision to quit my well-paid job and start my own business. However, my wife gave me the greatest support. Not only did she take care of the family in order so that I had no worries, but in the early days of my business, she took out all her savings and borrowed money from her parents to support me. When I encountered setbacks, she constantly encouraged and comforted me, and ran around for me. At that time, I felt that she was a beautiful angel sent from God to the world, and it was the luck of my life to have her.

My wife's support and encouragement gave me confidence and courage. I was determined to forge ahead in the business world, and gradually everything went smoothly. The company's business was growing steadily, and my career was progressing steadily. My wife was promoted for her outstanding business ability and became the head of a branch. My daughter, who was growing up, was also smart and clever, and a lovable little girl. My life was full of sunshine, but an unexpected flight delay changed my whole life.

It was a day in October. I had to go to Guangzhou for company business. After dinner, my family and I drove my wife and daughter to take me to the airport. Since my company's business entered the Guangzhou market, I often stayed there for more than ten days a month. My wife once complained about me for this, but in the end she understood and supported me. Everything was normal that day. My wife and I hugged each other affectionately. I held my daughter in my arms and was reluctant to let her go. Finally, I saw that the flight time was almost up before entering the security check channel.

But after entering the terminal, I waited and waited but there was no notice to board the plane. My flight was scheduled for 9pm, and I waited until after 10pm. Suddenly, the airport announced that the flight was cancelled because the aircraft malfunction could not be corrected. The airline sent a manager to apologize to the passengers and arranged for the passengers to stay in the airport hotel that night and transfer to the 8am flight the next morning. I transferred the ticket, thinking that instead of staying at the airport for a night, I might as well go home and come back tomorrow morning.

So I left the airport and took a taxi home. It took about twenty minutes from the airport to home. In the car, I wanted to call my wife, but then I thought why not give her a surprise, so I gave up the idea. But I didn't expect that in the end I didn't surprise my wife, but surprised myself.

Soon, the taxi arrived at the gate of the community. I got off and paid the fare. I looked up at the window of my house. It was dark and there was no light. I wondered if my wife and daughter had gone to bed so early. When we opened the door, everything was normal at home. Things were arranged exactly as they were when we left at night, but it was quiet and no one was there.

It was strange. Where did my wife and daughter go? Maybe something happened when they were coming back from the airport. I was very worried. I called my wife first, but the phone was turned off. Then I called my mother-in-law's house. My mother-in-law answered the phone and told me that my wife had sent our daughter here in the evening and left. She looked very hurried. My mother-in-law then asked me if I had gone to Guangzhou on a business trip.

I said that I was about to board a plane and called because I missed my daughter. My mother-in-law asked if I should wake her up since she was asleep. I said no and chatted with my mother-in-law about some family matters before hanging up. I felt gloomy when I put down the phone. Judging from the time my mother-in-law said, my wife sent our daughter to her parents' home after leaving the airport, and then left without returning home. She also turned off her cell phone. Where did she go?

I sat alone in the living room thinking for a long time, put the things I had moved when I came back in place, got up and left the house. I carried my suitcase to the community club, ordered a double cup of coffee, and asked for a seat by the window. From this seat I could clearly see the entrance to my unit and the community. I smoked a cigarette while staring at the community gate.

I waited for more than an hour and almost finished a pack of cigarettes before I saw my wife's red Mazda sedan drive into the community. I looked at the time and it was almost 12 o'clock, which was when my flight was about to land. My wife parked the car, came down and went upstairs alone. Soon the lights in the house came on. I took out my mobile phone and called the home number, and my wife answered it quickly.

"Now that you're here, is it cold over there?" My wife still asked me about my well-being as always.

"All right, little one?" I asked.

"She fell asleep as soon as she came back. She's so well behaved," said the wife with a smile.

"Well, what are you doing?" I sneered in my heart and then asked.

"What else can I do? I'll just stay at home and watch TV all night. Television nowadays is so boring that it makes me sleepy. If I hadn't been waiting for your call, I would have fallen asleep."

"Well, then go to bed early. I'm hanging up now."

"You too, take care of yourself over there, don't work too hard, and call me before you come back."

After I hung up the phone, I felt a chill in my heart. My wife lied to me. We have always been honest with each other. I trust her and she trusts me. I have the impression that she has never told me a lie, but she lied to me about what happened tonight. Why? She sent me to the airport, and then immediately sent her daughter to her parents' home. She didn't return home until almost 12 o'clock. There was a gap of nearly 3 hours in between. Where did she go during this time?

I got up and left the club. Instead of going home, I walked aimlessly on the street with my luggage. As I walked, I wondered if there was anything abnormal about my wife recently. I thought about it for a long time and walked for a long time, but I couldn't think of any clues. When I was at home, she went to get off work and came home on time every day, there were no unusual calls or text messages, and we were very harmonious and intimate in bed, and there was no diminishment of passion. Later, I felt tired from walking, and when I looked up, I saw a small hotel, so I checked in, exhausted.

The next day, I still went to Guangzhou early in the morning. I decided to talk about my wife's matter when I came back. During the few days in Guangzhou, I was in a trance and kept thinking about what happened that night. During that time, my wife and I talked on the phone several times. She was still as concerned about me as before. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't find any reason to doubt her.

After staying in Guangzhou for more than a week, I returned to Beijing as planned. My wife and daughter came to pick me up at the airport. Then we went to Wangfujing for dinner, and then went to the cinema to watch the newly released cartoon "Kung Fu Panda" with my daughter. The little one kept laughing, and the whole family was having a great time. When we got home in the evening, my daughter fell asleep quickly, and my wife went to the bathroom to take a shower first.

After taking a shower, I entered the bedroom and saw my wife waiting for me in a transparent gauze pajamas. It was completely empty inside. Her beautiful figure was almost naked in front of me. Her plump and round breasts and the dark pubic hair between her legs were all exposed. My desire rose up and I hugged her and fell on the bed, eagerly tearing off her pajamas with both hands.

My wife's tenderness intoxicated me as always. We kissed each other, my hands touching her plump and firm breasts, teasing the two lovely red buds on the nipples. My wife soon began to pant, and pulled my hand between her legs. I touched her wet vagina, and the slippery vaginal fluid covered my fingers. I couldn't help but bury my head and kiss my wife's breasts. My lips followed the snow-white and soft breasts to her abdomen. My wife's lower abdomen was smooth and flat, without any fat, and her slender waist was soft and charming. If there was not a faint light white knife mark under her belly button, it would be hard to believe that she was a woman who had given birth. It was the mark left by my wife's caesarean section when she gave birth to a daughter, but in my eyes, this knife mark is so beautiful. My lovely little angel came into the world from here.

My wife was made restless by my kiss. She gasped and said, "Stop, stop it. It's itchy."

But I had no intention of stopping. Instead, I used my hands to spread her legs and buried my head in her sensitive and moist vagina. I sucked her labia and clitoris with my mouth and licked her vaginal opening with my tongue. My wife's moans became louder. Her long and beautiful legs clamped my head tightly. She grabbed my hair with both hands. Her waist and hips kept twisting and twitching. Soon she had an orgasm with a gasp.

I raised my head from my wife's crotch, my mouth was full of the taste of her vaginal fluid, and a large area under her butt was also soaked. I put her legs on my shoulders, and my long-hard penis penetrated her vagina with a "pop". My wife frowned slightly and moaned, and I pushed against her lower body and started thrusting.

My wife's vagina was wet and hot, and the tender and smooth vaginal flesh tightly clamped my penis and rubbed it. It felt so comfortable. I gasped and pumped my penis quickly, and from time to time lowered my head to kiss her mouth. My wife's emotions were also aroused by me. She grabbed my arms with both hands, and her mature and plump body twisted like a snake under me. Her moans were even more gentle and moving, which made my blood boil. My movements became faster and faster, and finally I couldn't help but push deep into her vagina, and ejaculated with a shudder.

At that moment, my wife also moaned in ecstasy, her whole body twitching under me, her hands tightly hugging my neck, her legs tightly clamped around my waist. I felt her vagina contracting violently, sucking my glans like a small mouth, and her vagina was still trembling until I finished ejaculating.

After the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, my wife and I lay on the bed hugging each other and chatting. As we were talking, I suddenly remembered what happened that night. I looked at my wife in my arms. She is already over 30 years old, but her fair, plump and slender body is still sexy and charming, and her beautiful face has no traces of time. Compared with the immaturity of her youth, she has a more mature charm. Such a woman is indeed a blessing to any man. I believe no one can resist her temptation, but does she still belong to me alone?

I was tormented by this question and wanted to ask her directly many times, but for some reason, I didn't ask.

In the following days, I secretly paid attention to my wife's behavior, but after more than two months, I didn't find anything abnormal about her. I thought I was overly suspicious. But just when I was about to put my mind at ease, another thing happened.

When I was about to get off work that day, I received a call from my wife at the company. She told me that she had to work overtime in the evening and asked me to pick up our daughter. I asked her what time she would work overtime until and when I would pick her up. She said that she might not be done by then, so I could go home and not wait for her. After I hung up the phone, I felt something was wrong for some reason, so I called my parents and asked them to pick up their daughter. Then I drove to the bank building where my wife worked. I parked the car at the entrance of an alley from where I could see the main entrance of the bank building and the parking lot exit from a distance.

It was time to get off work, and a bustling stream of people poured out of the building. Most people had left, but my wife hadn't come out. Maybe she really had to work overtime. I was laughing at my own suspicion when I suddenly saw my wife walk out of the building. She stood on the street looking around, as if waiting for something. My heart sank. After a while, I saw my wife's red Mazda drive out of the underground parking lot and stop beside her. My wife opened the door and got in. The car immediately drove forward.

I quickly started the car and followed. When my wife's car drove out just now, I vaguely saw a man sitting in the driver's seat. He seemed to be wearing a bank work uniform, but I didn't see the man's face clearly. At this time, my heart was sour and painful. I wanted to hit my wife's car in front of me, but I knew that now was not the time to be impulsive. After all, I didn't have any real evidence. I was afraid that my wife would recognize my car, so I stayed far behind, with two or three cars in between. But the man drove very fast and rushed through several blocks in a few seconds. In the end, I couldn't keep up and was stopped by a red light.

I returned home dejectedly, without turning on the lights, and sat alone in the dark living room. I felt as if my whole heart had been hollowed out. I opened the refrigerator, took out more than a dozen cans of beer, and drank them one sip after another. After the beer was finished, I drank red wine. Soon the alcohol took effect, I felt dizzy, and fell asleep on the sofa.

When I woke up, it was already late at night. I was moved to the bed. Through the crack in the door, I saw my wife busy in the living room. I vomited all over the floor after getting drunk. My dirty clothes had been changed and my body had been wiped clean. My wife heard that I woke up and hurried in. She poured me a glass of water and brought me some hangover medicine to take. She said in a reproachful way, "Why did you drink so much when I was not at home? It's very harmful to your health."

I didn't say anything. Watching her busying around for me, I felt a little sad. Finally, I said that things at the company were not going well and I drank too much because I was in a bad mood. My wife snuggled up to me and said that things at the company were not important, they were all external things, and I should take care of my health. She also said that my daughter and I were the most important to her. After that, she went to clean up the living room. Seeing her busy figure, I really didn't know how to ask her.

Since that time, I don’t know if my wife noticed something, but she has been even more caring towards me. She comes home early after work every day, prepares my favorite meals for me, washes and irons my clothes, and takes my daughter and me out to play on weekends. I remained calm and tried to behave normally when I was with my wife. I didn't want to alert the enemy, so I wanted to find out who that man was. From what I saw that day, I knew that he should be her colleague. I also secretly asked someone to check the bank where my wife worked, but to no avail. Come to think of it, in such an affair, the parties involved would be extra careful, and if they concealed it well, it would be difficult for others to detect.

After several days of careful consideration, I told my wife that I would go to Guangzhou next week and it might take more than half a month. Then I started to make my own plans. Learning from the lesson of losing the car last time, I found an excuse to drive my wife's car and went to the car company to install a GPS positioning device. Then I booked a room in a hotel not far from home and rented a car. Then I went to buy a camera, telescope, digital camera, etc.

On the day of departure, my wife sent me to the airport as usual. As soon as I parted with her, I went straight out of the airport and checked into the rented hotel. The location of that room was specially chosen by me. From the window, I could fully monitor the entrance and exit of my community, and I could also see my balcony.

Over the next few days, I followed my wife to work in my car during the day and used a telescope to observe the situation at home at night. But what disappointed me was that my wife's whereabouts were very regular. She went to work every morning, picked up our daughter after work, and never went out again. When she went out occasionally, she either went shopping or visited her parents on both sides.

After a week, I couldn't find any clues, but I couldn't conclude that she was fine. I already knew that the man might be my wife's colleague, and I couldn't monitor her situation in the office. Just when I was about to give up, things took another turn.

That day, I was waiting at the door of my wife's unit as usual. After get off work, my wife's car did not drive to our daughter's school, but drove to the west of the city. I drove following her and saw her car turning around and around and finally stopped at a fitness club. Soon a tall and handsome young man came down from upstairs and got into her car. I saw from the car window that the boy kissed my wife on the face when he got into the car.

I suppressed the anger in my heart and drove following them to a high-end hotel. I saw two people getting out of the car from a distance. The man put his arm around my wife's waist and walked into the hotel gate. During this time, the guy lowered his head from time to time and said something in my wife's ear, and slapped her butt with his hand. My wife seemed very happy and reached out to twist the man's face from time to time.

I waited for them to enter the hotel, then drove into the parking lot and parked next to my wife's car. Then I took out my phone and dialed my wife's number. The phone rang for a while, and then my wife answered. I pretended to be calm and asked, "Are you off work? What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm shopping. I want to buy a skirt." The wife's voice sounded a little unnatural.

"Where's the little one?"

"I asked my dad to pick her up. She was clamoring to go to her grandma's house yesterday. I'll be going there too in a while."

"Really? Are mom and dad okay?"

"Okay, they're still missing you. When will you be back?"

"It will probably take a few days. You must be tired at home alone."

"Nothing, just call me before you come back and I'll pick you up."

"Well, it's alright, I'll hang up now."

I hung up the phone. My wife's phone was very quiet just now, with the occasional sound of melodious music. I thought they were either in the room or in the restaurant. I took out the hat and sunglasses I had prepared in advance, put them on, and entered the hotel. I walked to the western restaurant on the second floor and heard the same music as before. I quickly slipped into the restaurant, found a secluded and shaded spot to sit down, and began to look around.

The waitress in the restaurant came over with a vigilant look on her face. Indeed, my actions just now were a bit sneaky, and I was wearing an inappropriate big hat and sunglasses. At this time, I had already spotted my wife. She and the man were sitting not far away by the window, with a flower curtain between them and me, and they seemed to be talking and laughing.

"Sir, would you like to order?" The nice-looking waitress said in a cold manner.

"Give me a single meal." I answered her unhappily and took off my hat and sunglasses. These two things were too eye-catching in this environment. If I continued to wear them, I would probably attract more attention. It was really funny to think that the adulterous couple were flirting openly, while the husband who caught them cheating was sneaking around.

I began to look at my wife carefully. Her outfit today was really dazzling. She was wearing a fitted goose yellow MeriDown suit. Her long and straight legs were wrapped in seductive flesh-colored stockings under her short skirt, and she was wearing a pair of Burberry high heels that matched her clothes. Even though she was sitting, one could feel her tall and beautiful figure. Her black hair was piled high on her head, and she had light makeup on her beautiful face. Her elegant and dignified temperament exuded naturally, which made people involuntarily pay attention to her.

I stared at the man again. He seemed to be young, probably in his twenties. He was fair-skinned and handsome. As I looked at him, I felt that he looked familiar. Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind and I finally remembered who this man was.

This boy named Tao is my wife's subordinate in the same bank. He is several years younger than my wife and has just graduated from school a few years ago. Once, I accompanied my wife to a party of her colleagues and met this boy once. At that time, he kept calling me "Brother Feng" and "Brother Feng". Later, for a period of time, I often heard my wife mention him, saying that he was very capable and likable. I didn't care at the time, and later I never heard my wife talk about him again.

At this moment, I felt a surge of blood rushing to my head and I wanted to rush over with a bottle of wine, but I still forced myself to suppress the anger in my heart. I took out my digital camera and turned off the flash. Because the waitress over there kept staring at me with an unfriendly look, I could only use one hand to cover it up and put the camera under the table to secretly take pictures of my wife.

During the photo shooting process, I discovered something that made me worried. The guy under the table kept rubbing his legs on my wife's legs. At first, my wife dodged, but later she stopped moving. The guy simply put one foot between my wife's legs, with his knees pressed against the inside of my wife's thighs. Later, he put one hand under the table and stroked my wife's thighs back and forth.

I felt angry and bitter. My wife's slender and round legs have always been one of the most attractive parts of her. Her legs are indeed beautiful, with a graceful and straight shape and well-proportioned legs, which are not inferior to those of professional leg models. Because of this, my wife especially likes to wear skirts, stockings and high heels, and she does not change this habit even in winter.

But now, the pair of beautiful legs that were once mine are in the hands of another man, and I feel extremely uncomfortable in my chest.

By this time I no longer had the heart to take pictures, so I stood up, paid the bill and left the restaurant. I sat alone in a corner of the hotel lobby, secretly pondering what I should do next. Should I go in and expose them, confront my wife, and then divorce her? Or should I pretend I don't know, give my wife more care, and slowly win her heart back? I thought about it for a long time but could not come to a conclusion.

About half an hour later, I saw my wife and the boy coming out of the restaurant. The boy had one arm around my wife's waist, looking arrogant. But I have to admit that this boy does have what women like. Not only is he handsome, but he is also tall and strong. He looks at least 1.85 meters tall. My wife is 1.7 meters tall and wore high heels, but when she was next to him, she still looked like a little bird.

The two of them walked slowly towards the hotel elevator. My wife's steps were a little tense, as if she was very nervous. I knew they must have booked a room in advance. I watched their elevator go up and finally stopped at the 12th floor. I had entertained clients here before and knew that the 12th floor was the best luxury suite floor in this hotel. At this moment, I seemed to see my wife and the man hugging each other and falling on the soft Simmons mattress. My wife's clothes were stripped off piece by piece, and finally my wife lay naked under the man, twisting and moaning.

I couldn't bear the anger in my heart, so I also went up to the 12th floor. I didn't know which room they had booked, so when I asked the floor attendant, the attendant said to me in a very polite and professional manner, "I'm sorry, sir, we cannot disclose the guests' information."

I had no choice but to go downstairs again and try to get some information from the front desk, but was politely rejected by the hotel staff again. I was almost going crazy at this time. I couldn't stand the humiliation of my wife having an affair with someone upstairs while I was waiting for her downstairs, so I called my wife again.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. My wife's breathless voice sounded on the phone: "What's the matter? You're calling again?"

"Where are you now?" I asked her directly.

"Oh, I just got a call from the bank. I had some things to deal with, so I went back to work."

"Really? It's so quiet there."

"Well, I'm working overtime, so there aren't many people here. I'll call you back later."

"Fuck you, I'm in the lobby of XX Hotel now, come down right now." I finally couldn't help but yell, the sound scared everyone around me, even the hotel security came over.

I hung up the phone angrily and sat down with a grim face. Several hotel staff members were watching me from a distance and didn't come over. Perhaps they were frightened by my expression. After waiting for a few minutes, my wife came out of the elevator. She was pale and walked hurriedly to me with her head down.

I really wanted to slap her, but seeing how anxious and timid she looked, I couldn't bring myself to do it. From the time we met until we got married, I had never lifted a finger against her, and I couldn't bear to say even a harsh word. Today was the first time I scolded her like that on the phone.

"Feng, if you have anything to say, let's go back and talk about it, okay?" my wife said to me in a pleading tone.

"Hmph, where is that kid? Take me up to see him." I said harshly with a gloomy face.

The wife shuddered and whispered, "Don't be like this. This is my fault, not his. Go back and beat me or scold me. You can ask me to do anything you want."

When I heard her say that, I felt even more angry and said angrily, "I asked you to take me upstairs, will you?"

"Don't make a fuss here. I beg you, please give me some face." The wife began to cry softly.

"I'm saving your face. You have to protect him because my face is there." My voice got louder, my fists clenched tightly, and my whole body was shaking with anger.

"Don't be angry, I don't mean that. I'll take you upstairs."

My wife was frightened by my anger. She turned around and led me into the elevator. I looked at her disheveled hair, slightly messy dress, and her stockings gone, revealing her smooth and delicate legs. The anger in my heart surged up.

My wife led me to Room 1226. As soon as she swiped the door open with the key card, I rushed in. Unfortunately, there was no one inside. The deluxe suite was very spacious. The only double bed in the room was clean and tidy, with the bedding neatly placed on it. There was no sign that anyone had slept there. A chair was placed alone in the middle of the room, with a bunch of red ropes piled under the chair.

Reluctantly, I searched the bathroom and closet again, but still found nothing. It seemed that the guy had already escaped. I was just too angry and confused, thinking that the guy would not be able to escape just by staring at the elevator. Besides the elevator, there are also secret channels in this building. At this moment, I had no place to vent my anger.

I went into the room again and searched carefully. My wife closed the door and sat on the bed with her head down, not daring to speak. The boy seemed to have run in a hurry, and even one of his socks fell under the bed. My wife's stockings also fell at the foot of the bed. I also found a black leather bag behind the bedside table. I remembered that this bag was brought by the boy, but I was shocked when I opened it.

The purse was filled with more than 20 electric dildos, plastic massagers and vibrators of various styles and sizes, as well as various small metal clips, large plastic syringes, unknown ointments, whips, vulva dilators, etc. In addition, there were several strings of plastic balls connected by ropes. The size and quantity of each string of plastic balls were different. There were also several types of vulva dilators used for gynecological purposes.

I looked at my wife in shock. She had been very uncomfortable when I took the purse just now, and now her face was blushing and drooping in front of her chest. Although I had never used these things, I knew a little about their uses. Then I thought of the chair and the red rope in the middle of the room, and I suddenly realized that my wife was not only having an affair, but she was also playing this kind of perverted sex game with that boy.
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(two)
My wife and I were walking home from the hotel. The atmosphere was very awkward along the way. In the car, my wife wanted to say something to me several times, but I glared at her coldly every time. When I got home and locked the door, I took off my coat and sat in the living room angrily. My wife sat opposite me with her head down. She didn't dare to speak, and I didn't speak either. I just stared at her coldly, waiting for her to explain to me.

After a while, the wife finally couldn't bear it anymore. She whispered, "Feng, don't do this. I'm so scared."

"You are afraid. You can do such a thing. What are you afraid of?"

The wife shook her head, looking very sad, and said softly: "I don't know, I'm just afraid. In fact, I have always been afraid that this day will come."

I snorted: "How dare you do such a thing? Have you ever thought that one day I would know about it?"

"I've thought about it. I know that if I continue like this, this day will come sooner or later, but I can't control myself. You must think I'm despicable." The wife cried softly.

"Tell me, when did you start?" I lit a cigarette.

My wife looked at me with tears in her eyes and whispered, "Does this matter?"

"How can it not be important? I am still your husband and I have the right to know the truth." I roared.

"Don't get excited. Now that things have happened, it won't help no matter how angry you are. I just don't want to hurt you anymore." said the wife crying.

"Hurt me! You've done enough. Now don't worry, I'm very strong. Just tell me your business honestly." I was still yelling. Even though I knew it was useless, I still couldn't control my emotions.

My wife began to whisper about what happened between them. This guy graduated the year before last and was assigned to my wife's bank. In fact, he was our junior fellow student. My wife was already a supervisor at that time. After this guy learned that my wife and he graduated from the same school, he began to call her senior sister and junior brother. At the beginning, my wife and he were just colleagues. At most, I took care of her a little because they were alumni. But a year ago, my company was going to enter the Guangzhou market and once had a funding gap. My wife took advantage of the convenience of the unit and embezzled several million public funds for me and told me that it was a loan.

The guy happened to be an auditor and discovered this matter, but he did not report it. Instead, he helped his wife cover it up. I soon repaid the several million public funds, but my wife always felt that she owed him a favor, so she took better care of him, and their relationship became closer. My wife told me that she started out treating him as just her own brother, because I often went to Guangzhou at that time, and she was bored staying at home alone, so the guy often invited her to their parties. She said that playing with those young people who had just graduated made her feel like she had become much younger.

Later, one time, the boy got drunk and hugged his wife and said he liked her. She realized the seriousness of the problem. She distanced herself from him for a while, but the boy was very patient. Under his constant attack, and coupled with the fact that I was often in Guangzhou at that time and my wife felt a little lonely, and she owed him a favor, our relationship went beyond an ordinary one. The wife said that she originally wanted to repay a favor and then break up with him, but that guy was not only good at making women happy, but also very good at playing with women in bed. The wife's sexual desire was completely controlled by him, making her unable to leave him and thus trapped. She lives with self-blame every day.

"So, he's really good at that?" I asked my wife. My wife's pale face suddenly turned red. She shook her head gently and said in a voice as low as a mosquito's buzz: "Actually, to be honest, he's not as good as you, but he's very good at playing tricks."

"What's going on? Are these disgusting things?" I said sternly, reaching out to grab the black leather bag I brought back and shaking it, and the sex toys inside were scattered all over the sofa.

My wife didn't say anything, but lowered her head in agreement. A pink vibrator fell right next to me. I recalled that when we were in the hotel, my wife walked in a very strange posture, with her legs tightly clamped together, moving one small step at a time, her face was red and nervous, and suddenly a possibility came to my mind.

"Tell me honestly, did he do that to you when you were having dinner in the hotel?" I asked my wife.

The wife's expression suddenly became embarrassed. She hesitated for a while and nodded slightly.

"I want to hear you tell me how he did it."

"He, he put a vibrator inside me after getting in the car." The wife said with her head down, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.

I was a little dazed and couldn't explain how I felt. This guy really knows how to have fun. From the time my wife drove to pick him up at the hotel, and then went upstairs to eat, there had been a vibrator in her vagina. No wonder I said that seeing my wife was radiant, that was clearly the blush of a woman's sexual excitement. As I thought about it, I actually felt like I was getting a little hard.

I stared at the white skin of my wife's chest, and my throat felt dry. "How does it feel to eat and walk with that thing between your legs?"

"No, don't ask, I know I was wrong." My wife pleaded with me softly.

"Tell me." I said in an unquestionable tone.

My wife looked up at me, bit her lip, and whispered, "Well, it's a very strange feeling. It's very wet down there. I'm afraid it will fall out."

I followed my wife's words and asked, "Why are you afraid it will fall out? Aren't you wearing any underwear?"

My wife nodded her head again in agreement. My desire was burning at this time. I reached out and pulled my wife over, rolled up her short skirt. My wife screamed, and I saw that her white and smooth lower body was naked, with a bunch of neat black hair exposed in the middle of her snow-white and round thighs.

"Bitch, you are really open-minded." I said while panting, reaching one hand under my wife's crotch, opening my hand and holding her plump and protruding vagina. It felt wet there, and a gentle squeeze made the wet and sticky vaginal fluid flow down the palm of my hand.

My wife's face was also flushed. She sat astride me and unbuttoned her shirt with both hands. A pair of plump, round, white breasts popped out, with two brown-red nipples standing upright, swaying in front of my eyes. Because my wife had breastfed our daughter, her nipples and areolas were relatively large, but I thought this was sexy and a symbol of great motherhood.

I buried my head in my wife's snow-white and smooth cleavage, licking the soft and plump breasts on both sides with my tongue. My wife moaned once or twice from time to time. Her hand moved to my belt buckle, unbuttoned my pants, took out my erect penis, and her soft and slender hands held the shaft and stroked it gently. Then she used one hand to separate the two wet labia, twisted her buttocks to aim the penis at her vaginal opening, and slowly sat down.

"Oh, um..." My wife moaned softly, her round buttocks rising and falling, and she actively stroked my cock. While she twisted on me, she lowered her head and offered her soft lips to my mouth, and her smooth and nimble tongue slid into my mouth.

"Honey, do you still want me?" my wife said in my ear, panting.

My wife's words made the boy's face suddenly flash through my mind, and I even had a fantasy of the two of them naked and entangled together. My lust was suddenly doused like a basin of cold water. I turned over and pushed my wife onto the sofa. My wife looked at me with confused eyes, but when she saw my penis gradually softening, she seemed to understand something and lowered her head in shame.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely awkward. I couldn't stand the oppressive feeling any more, so I stood up, put on my clothes, and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" my wife asked me.

"Go out for a walk." I didn't look back and closed the door with my back to her.

The cool breeze outside calmed me down a lot. As I walked, I saw a small restaurant. I was not in the mood to eat anything at the hotel, but now I felt a little hungry, so I went in and ordered two dishes and a bottle of wine. I began to think back to the past years with my wife. From the time I met her until now, I have always loved and spoiled her. I would satisfy her with whatever she wanted to buy. When there were various festivals, whether it was Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, Chinese Valentine's Day or wedding anniversary, I would take her out to dinner to celebrate. Even if I was not at home on business trips, I would remember to buy her a gift. We are very loving together and our daughter is well-behaved and cute. My company has been doing better and better in the past few years, and I can be considered a successful person. I will never be able to spend all the savings in my family in this lifetime. As for myself, except that I am a little shorter than that boy, my image is no worse than his. I was also known as the school idol in my school back then. No matter how you look at it, our family should be perfect. I really don't understand why my wife would betray me. What else is she dissatisfied with?

I thought again of those sex toys and red ropes I saw today. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have found it hard to believe that my wife would play such a perverted game with other people. Her parents are both state officials and have a strict family tradition. Although she is an only child, she is disciplined very strictly, which has cultivated her gentle and quiet personality. Usually, she is elegant, dignified, reserved and steady in front of others. Sometimes when I make a joke that is a little too much, she would blush and get angry, but she was so lewd and lowly in front of that boy. She didn't even wear underwear when she saw him, and let him play with her at will.

As I was thinking, I felt tears in my eyes. At this moment, my cell phone rang. I opened it and saw it was my wife calling. I didn't want to answer her call and pressed the reject button, but the phone kept ringing again, so I simply turned it off. Later, I felt that I had drunk enough, so I got up and left the restaurant. Looking at the quiet street at night, I didn’t know where to go for a moment. Suddenly, I wanted to hear my daughter’s voice. When I turned on the phone, I saw a flood of text messages. There were more than 20 messages in total, all from my wife’s mobile phone. They all said, "Hubby, call me back if you see this," "Hubby, I want to talk to you," "Hubby, please come back," and "It’s late and the weather is cold, please come back."

Something like that.

Before I finished reading the text message, the phone rang again. This time it was my dad's house, and I answered.

"What's wrong with you? You turned off your cell phone. Lin called home and asked if you came. I asked her what happened, but she didn't say anything. She just said you went out and turned off your cell phone. She was worried that something had happened to you. You are an adult, but you are still ignorant. Your family must be worried, and..." My mother kept muttering a lot, and I couldn't get a word out. My mother is just like that, she is very impetuous. My father and I are both afraid of her.

"Okay, Mom, I'm fine. I'm socializing with some friends and will be home soon." I waited until my mother was tired of talking and finally said something.

"That's good. I'll go back and apologize to Lin. She was so worried that she called several times."

My mother finally hung up the phone and I breathed a sigh of relief, but my phone immediately rang again, this time it was my wife.

"You finally turned on your phone. I called you every five minutes. Where are you?" The wife's voice sounded tired and weak.

"What's the matter?" I said coldly.

The wife sighed: "Come back and let's talk, okay?"

"What else is there to talk about? Go talk to your pretty boy."

The wife was silent for a long time, and then said, "Come back first. If you are annoyed by me, I can go live with my mother first."

"No need. Do you want to make it known to everyone? You can afford to lose face, but I can't."

I hung up the phone and took a taxi home. My wife opened the door for me. I took off my clothes and went straight to the bathroom. When I came out of the shower, my wife had already made the bed and was sitting timidly by the bed waiting for me. I ignored her and went straight to the guest room with a quilt. When I was sleeping on the bed, I faintly heard my wife crying in the room. Later, the alcohol took effect and I fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up the next morning, my wife had already gotten up and prepared breakfast. She looked very haggard, with red eyes. I didn't know if she didn't sleep well last night or didn't sleep at all. I washed, dressed, and went out without eating the breakfast she made. After getting the car, I called Ali. Ali was my childhood friend. We skipped classes and fought together when we were in school, but this guy didn't study well and didn't get into college. With the help of his family connections, he went to police school and became a policeman.

I told Ali the general situation and he came immediately. As a policeman, he usually has nothing to do and often hangs out outside during working hours. He and I went to his wife's unit first. The guy didn't come to work today and said he had asked for leave. His wife didn't come either. In fact, this was within my expectation. We asked his colleagues about his residence. Ali's identity as a policeman was very useful. We soon learned that this guy rented a house in a community in the west of the city. We immediately drove to the west of the city, and when we arrived, I found that this place was not far from the fitness club where his wife picked him up yesterday.

I asked Ali to go up and knock on the door, but there was no response for a long time. I didn't know if the guy was hiding inside and didn't answer. I was about to break down the door, but Ali stopped me and called the best locksmith in their office. Half an hour later, the king of lock picking came and opened the seemingly sturdy security door in just a few moves. It made me feel chilled. This king of lock picking was too powerful. If he were a thief, whose door would be safe?

Ali sent the locksmith away and we went in together. There was indeed no one in the room. It was very quiet and the curtains were drawn. This was a small apartment with two bedrooms and a living room. It was very clean. There was a small living room, a small bedroom, and a large room with a lot of things in it, including computers, projectors, cabinets, and camp beds. However, the most eye-catching thing was a set of moving and fixed pulleys installed on the ceiling, with thin steel cables with iron hooks hanging on them.

I flipped through a few books on the computer desk. They were of various types, including financial magazines, fitness tutorials, and a book called "Women's Love Psychology". Ali called me and I walked over. I saw him open the bookcase in the corner. There were no books in it, but whips, handcuffs, cotton ropes and various sex toys neatly arranged. Hey, this kid still has these things at home, and there are quite a few of them. There are two compartments under the cabinet. When I opened it, I found that one was full of women's stockings, underwear and bras. Those women's underwear were obviously worn, and some of the underwear had dry yellow stains on them. Among the underwear and stockings, I saw a few that seemed to have been worn by my wife, and a feeling of nausea came over me.

Ali opened another compartment, which was full of pornographic CDs, most of which had Japanese covers. The women on the covers were all very beautiful, but they all had one thing in common: these women were either tied up with ropes or had all kinds of obscene tools inserted into their genitals. However, I noticed that there were two brown paper bags in the compartment, and one of them had my wife's name written on it. Ali glanced at me and handed me the bag.

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Ali, who was standing beside him, also looked embarrassed and coughed twice: "Don't worry too much, my sister-in-law still looks pretty good in the photo."

I glared at him fiercely. In addition to these photos, there were seven or eight CDs in the bag. Each CD was numbered by date. The oldest was more than half a year ago and the most recent was a month ago. In fact, I knew what was inside without looking at them, but I still turned on the computer on the desk. It prompted me to enter a password as soon as I turned it on. This did not bother me. I simply cut off the power, opened the computer case and removed the battery of the motherboard. After a while, I turned it on again. Everything was OK and I entered Windows smoothly.

When I put the first CD into the CD player, Ali said tactfully, "I'm going to go out and buy a pack of cigarettes."

The screen on the computer unfolded, and the scene was still in the office. The wife was kneeling on the floor with her upper body lying on the chair. Her work suit was pulled up to her waist, revealing her plump white buttocks and beautiful legs. The stockings on her legs were torn into pieces, and her panties were hanging at the knee of one leg. The boy, with his lower body naked, held my wife's waist and squeezed her plump white buttocks hard from behind. My wife's face was tilted towards the camera, with an expression of ecstasy... I almost wanted to smash the computer on the spot. I turned off the video and picked up the disc with the most recent date. The date written on it was the day my flight was cancelled. This time the scene was the room I was in now. My wife's mature and sexy body was tied up and hung in the air, completely naked. Her legs were bent and tied behind her back with her hands, forming a "four horses holding their hooves" posture. The steel cable stretched down from the air and hooked the ropes on my wife's hands and feet. My wife's long hair was also tied into a ponytail. The other end of the hair rope was tied to the steel cable, so that her face could only be raised forward.

The boy walked into the picture naked and said with a smile: "Sister Lin, I just asked someone to install this thing and asked you to try it. It's good for you!"

"Bah, you just know how to bully me. My hands are so sore." The wife said in a charming voice.

"Really? Then let me massage it for you." The boy said as he started to massage, but he was not massaging his wife's arms, but the two huge breasts hanging on her chest.

The wife soon moaned: "Ah, be gentle, you're going to pull my nipples off!"

"Hehe, isn't this your favorite?" The boy said and turned away for a while. After a while, he came back with two big iron clamps in his hands. Each iron clamp was tied with a thin rope, and an empty Coke bottle was hung on the rope. He squatted down and clamped the two clamps on his wife's trembling nipples. His wife frowned and hummed a few times.

The boy went out and brought in a bucket of water, then squatted down and began to scoop water into the Coke bottle slowly with a ladle. As the water in the Coke bottle gradually rose, my wife's breasts were pulled into a cone shape by the weight of the bottle, and her two nipples were also stretched a lot.

"Ah, stop it, I can't stand it anymore." The wife twisted her body in the air, moaning high and low.

At this time, two Coke bottles were already half full of water. The boy stood up with a smile and said, "Sister Lin, I like your lustful big tits the most. They are big, white, and very flexible."

"You little rascal, you learned these new tricks from there. They are so torturous." said the wife, panting.

"Isn't there a saying that goes, you never stop learning as long as you live? I am so studious and I have tried my best to serve you. How are you going to reward me, Sister Lin?" The boy said while stroking his wife's beautiful face.

"I don't know what you're thinking yet, come on."

The boy pulled the steel cable and lowered his wife's body hanging in the air. Then he stood in front of her face and put his penis into her mouth. His wife cooperated and sucked his penis. The sound of "hiss, hiss" could be heard in the screen.

sound.

Seeing my wife giving that boy a blowjob with all her might, I wanted to close my eyes in pain. I wanted to turn off the video but for some reason I didn't do it. I moved the progress bar with the mouse and saw that the boy had pulled his penis out of my wife's mouth. He pushed his wife's body with his hand, and her bound body turned around so that her lower body was facing him. He spread his wife's legs a little more, moved forward and thrust his penis into her lower body.

The boy held his wife's slender waist with both hands and pushed her body back and forth, and the Coke bottle hanging on his wife's breast also swayed.

"Ah...ah...ah..." The wife moaned in pain, probably because her nipples were hurt by the Coke bottle.

"Wow, Sister Lin, you're so tight inside, it feels so good, I can't hold it anymore." The boy shouted while fiercely thrusting into his wife's lower body.

"Don't cum inside...ah...it's not the safe period...ah...harder...harder...ah..."