(Non-original) The Fallen Wife of Yu Rou (Wife and Mature Adult Novel)

Fallen Wife: Yu Rou

Yu Rou and I met at work. At that time, we both worked in a photography and makeup school. She was pure, delicate and well-proportioned, while I was a typical pale-faced scholar. Therefore, the teacher of the photography class often asked us to be models for the students and pose for them. Over time, Yu Rou went from being a colleague to my wife.

After we got married, we had to rent a house because we didn’t have much money.

"I heard there is a private property near Heping Garden. The owner has built a lot of affordable houses for rent. The security is good, the place is clean and hygienic, and it's not far from the company. Why don't we go take a look?" I said, looking at my wife who was still lying on the bed in the dormitory.

My wife glanced at me and said coquettishly, "It's so hard to rest, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

I lowered my head and kissed her forehead. Through the collar of her pajamas, I could see my wife's breasts trembling. I chuckled and said, "You know what? Men are very energetic in the morning. You are tempting me so vividly. Aren't you afraid that I will eat you?"

My wife suddenly lifted the quilt from her body and said with a red face, "Come on, I really hope you are a pervert, but I'm just afraid that you - your thing is not good enough."

My wife's body was vaguely visible under the thin pajamas. Her smooth calves, warm ankles, and slender feet were enough to make anyone feel a strong sense of guilt.

Her breasts are E cup and look enchanting. Because she usually pays great attention to maintaining her figure, even though she is lying on her back, her breasts are still pointed and upright. Coupled with her delicate face, she is truly breathtakingly beautiful.

My wife’s words made me feel very sad. As a man, my penis is pitifully small. When I have sex with her, I feel a heavy psychological burden and we always finish in a hurry. Since we got married, I can feel that my wife has never been satisfied.

Every time, I felt deep pain when I saw her disappointed expression and hunger...

My wife's hand suddenly touched my cheek, she looked at me tenderly, and said affectionately, "Honey, I'm sorry! I said the wrong thing."

Her words made me even more sad and miserable. I really wanted to throw her on the bed, violently tear her clothes off, and ravage her like a madman to satisfy her. Isn't that what she wants? I gave it to her and raped her...

However, can I do it? I didn't after all.

My wife has started to get dressed. Her body is facing away from me, her pajamas are pulled aside, and her skin is covered with a faint halo in the rising sun. However, I feel that this perfect body is more like a statue of the goddess Venus, which is within reach but out of reach.

I quietly backed out.

Riding an electric bike, my wife and I came to the Peace Garden.

The landlord was an old man in his sixties, but he looked in good spirits. Looking at us, the young couple, he kept praising us. What a golden boy and a jade girl, what a refined and elegant lady...

My wife really likes being praised. At this moment, she had a smile on her face and stretched out one arm to slowly support the old man, as if she was afraid that the old man would fall.

I was walking behind and noticed that the old guy's eyes kept stealing glances at my wife's breasts, and his elbows were touching her chest intermittently, and he made vague sounds from his mouth, pretending to be old.

Today my wife was wearing a white floral shirt, a light pink pleated skirt, and a pair of shiny silver high-heeled sandals. This made her figure look even taller, and the old man just reached her chest. But in this way, the old man had a feast for the eyes.

My wife's white shirt is very thin, and you can clearly see the lace bra underneath. In fact, there are many people wearing this kind of outfit on the street, but how many strangers dare to look so closely? The old man's eyes were almost unobstructed and he could see my wife's deep cleavage, and he could also see the breast flesh on the side of her bra and armpits.

My wife and the landlord were chatting and smiling in the front, but I was sulking in the back. Didn’t the innocent wife notice the old man’s improper behavior? After a while, I felt better. After all, my wife is my own. It won't lose anything if the old man looks at her. When I rent a house later, the old man will have to give me some consideration. Maybe - he will ask for less rent. It's his fault for having such "sexual interest" in my wife.

Once I relaxed mentally, I felt a lot more relaxed. When I went to see them again, I didn't feel disgusted anymore. Instead, slowly, a sense of excitement seemed to rise in my heart, as if I quite liked seeing my wife like this. I was surprised at my thoughts at the moment.

After walking through two rows of messy rental houses, I learned that the old man was called Zhao Fu. He owned more than 120 houses and shops. He usually didn't care about them and left them all to his son. Today, when he saw that my wife and I had a good impression of him, he came out to take us to see the houses in person.

My wife was naturally grateful and I took the opportunity to fan her feelings. I said a little embarrassedly, "Uncle Fu, we just got married and don't have much savings. You see that house is unoccupied, why don't you rent it to us?"

After hearing what I said, my wife looked at me in astonishment. Even though the financial situation is a bit tight, we can't just stay there and do nothing.

The old wily old man, Uncle Fu, gave me an unfathomable smile and said loudly, "How can that be! When you come to Uncle Fu's place, don't be so reserved. If you don't have the rent, you can pay it in arrears first. The place you live in must be the best."

I was very happy, and my wife shook Uncle Fu's hand and thanked him repeatedly. Her pair of plump breasts swayed with the movement of her body. My eyes widened. Looking at Uncle Fu, he looked like he was drooling.

At this time, my wife suddenly said, "Uncle Fu, the environment here is really nice, do you live here?"

Uncle Fu stretched out his right hand, patted his wife's hand, and said with a smile: "Not only me, you also live here."

I was surprised for a moment and looked at my wife, and she was also looking at me in surprise.

I smiled and said, "Uncle Fu, this house is expensive, right? For working class people like us, I'm afraid..."

"Hey, hey, hey..." Before I could finish, Uncle Fu interrupted me. He seemed a little angry and said, "What money? I have been dealing with money all my life. I am tired of hearing these things now."

I secretly laughed in my heart, why do you think the money is too much and why don’t you give some to others?

When I looked up at my wife, I saw admiration in her eyes, and her gaze was fixed on Uncle Fu. I was suddenly chilled to the bone. No way, could my wife actually believe the nonsense of this old guy and even start to admire him in her heart?

Uncle Fu pointed out the house we were going to live in. It was a small apartment with one bedroom, one living room and a study, which was just to one side of Uncle Fu's big house. My wife and I were very satisfied with the house, so we asked Uncle Fu about the rent. But Uncle Fu refused to accept it, saying that we were destined to live here and he would stay there first.

My wife is a makeup designer in the company. She only has two classes a week, which means she only works two days, so she has a lot of time to work as a part-time model. As for me, I have to work five days a week before I can have a day off.

The next morning, my wife happened to have classes, so the task of decorating the new home fell on me alone.

I hired a car, loaded it with lots of bags and small items, and drove to our new home.

When his wife was not around, the old man Uncle Fu's shaky and frail look suddenly disappeared. He circled around our furniture a few times, didn't offer any help, and then disappeared.

In the company, I am responsible for some report-making work, so I cannot do without the help of computers. Our only computer was bought for me by my wife who saved money.

Now, the first thing I did was to move the computer to the study and put it away properly.

Cleaning the house is really a hard job, especially when I’m the only one doing it. Although the furniture is very light, it is very troublesome to arrange it.

I suddenly remembered that I had collected some old cameras that the company had discarded in the previous stage. After some modifications, they were basically usable. Now if I take a picture of myself decorating my home, I can definitely take credit for it to my wife.

I did it as soon as I thought of it. The cameras are used by the company's security department. Not only are they exquisitely made, but they are also concealed in their own way. I opened the box and counted them, and there were as many as six or seven.

It wasn't too much trouble. I installed small cameras in the living room, bedroom, study, and even in the yard.

I imagine my wife would be very distressed if she saw me sweating profusely.

After the installation is complete, I turned on the computer and checked, everything is OK

The next day, my wife rested, but I had to go to work. I gently kissed my wife who was still sleeping soundly, and rode away from home on my electric bike.

After get off work, I met Uncle Fu in the yard. The old guy grinned at me in a strange way. I was puzzled and smiled back at him.

My wife has prepared a sumptuous dinner. She looks in high spirits today, with a rosy face. I was so flattered by her service that she didn't even eat a few bites of the food and just hid in the kitchen.

I secretly wondered, even if I decorated the whole house by myself, she wouldn't have to be so shy.

This woman's mind is really hard to understand.

After dinner, I went to the study to work on a report, but my wife was still hiding in the kitchen.

I suddenly remembered yesterday's video. I'll watch it myself first and let my wife watch it with me later.

I turned on my computer and set the camera time to when I was decorating my house yesterday. Immediately, the screen showed me busy at work. From time to time, I made faces at the camera, which even made me laugh.

After watching for a while, I thought again, what did my wife do at home today? And she was so weird - I couldn't suppress my curiosity and set the time to the scene after I left in the morning.

The screen was quiet at first, with only the occasional movement of my wife's body as she slept soundly in bed.

Suddenly, there was a movement in the yard and the door of Uncle Fu's room suddenly opened. The old guy looked towards us stealthily and slowly moved towards us. He probably knew that I had left, and he secretly peeked into our room through the gap in the curtains.

Oh no, from that angle, I can just see the scene in the bedroom. Uncle Fu was actually peeping! I was a little angry and secretly cursed the old man for being disrespectful.