Chapter 2

At night, I pretended to be nothing, and tried her tone intentionally or unintentionally.

My wife explained that she was afraid of living alone, and this excuse was really flawed.

First of all, I often don’t stay at home, and I have never heard her say that living alone will be scared.

Another thing is that her son is here, she doesn’t live alone. Even if she is really scared, there are free beds in the waitress dormitory, so she can take her son to the waitress dormitory to live.

Although such an excuse sounds like a joke, I still didn't expose her directly.

My wife seemed to have noticed my suspicion. During those days, she acted extremely docile and tried her best to cooperate with me every night when she had sex with me.

I could feel her guilt and flattery, but whenever I saw her tactful and happy under her, the lewd scenes of her fucking with Dajun appeared in my mind.

It's strange that this imagination will stimulate me and make me extremely excited. The excitement is mixed with a strong hatred for my wife.

Under this complex mentality, my movements will become more and more violent, and my wife did not resist my revengeful rough movements, but instead responded to me more and more softly.

In the next few days, everything was normal. I didn't notice anything wrong with my wife and Dajun. When Dajun saw me, he would still respectfully call me Uncle X. His wife also mingled with a group of waiters and waiters every day and joked. With these young people, my wife seemed to have become much more youthful and beautiful.

I even thought I was wrong at one point, but I ignored the madness of a woman who was completely unreasonable when she was in love with an affair. A few days later, I almost caught the current situation of her cheating army.

That morning, I said I would go to the city to do business. Under normal circumstances, I would basically stay in the city for two days before coming back, but because of my suspicion of my wife, I rushed back at noon that day.

Because I pulled some things in the car and put them in the warehouse, my car did not drive into the yard of the villa, but parked directly on the side of the road in the warehouse.

This is a simple warehouse built with wooden boards, with the back side next to the roadside. If someone passes on the road, you can even clearly see the warehouse through the gaps in the wooden boards.

I got out of the car and walked into the yard. At a glance, I saw Dajun coming out of the warehouse in panic. He didn't say hello to me, and lowered his head and ran straight to the restaurant.

When I was confused by Dajun's abnormal behavior, I saw my wife coming out of the warehouse. Her hair was a little messy, her face flushed, and she greeted me with a little unnatural expression. She walked towards the room next to the warehouse while talking.

She wore a blue floral dress that day, which made her look very refreshed. The moment she turned around, I suddenly found that there were unfolded folds behind her skirt. Among those folds, there was a trace of wetness that was not very obvious in the size of a palm.

Where is the son?

Lao Wang took it to play.My wife seemed not very brave to face me, and quickly walked into the room while answering.

Lao Wang is an old employee in his forties who is responsible for rowing and getting off the net. It was noon. They woke up early in the morning and usually took a nap at noon. How could his wife let him see the child at noon?

I walked into the warehouse with a lot of questions, and I understood everything just after just one look.

There are some debris piled up in the warehouse, and two massage tables are placed in the middle of the ground. They are narrow beds with leather and backrests, which are usually reserved for workers to take lunch breaks.

At first glance, I saw a roll of open toilet paper on the massage table, and the floor in front of the bed was thrown in a mess. I am very familiar with these toilet paper balls. The toilet paper that my wife wiped after having sex is like this.

I walked over and looked carefully and found a pool of water stains on the outside of the massage table. The bed was leather. When I touched it with my hands, I felt a little slippery between my fingers. It was obvious that this was not ordinary water. The biggest possibility was the slumbering water flowing out of my wife's pussy.

I suppressed the burning anger in my heart, reached out to pick up the paper ball on the ground, and opened it and found that the paper ball was covered with white and sticky semen.

There are seven or eight paper balls in total, each with semen inside. There are two of them, and there is a warm feeling through the tissue when I open it.

I know that these two must have been wiped by them just before I entered the yard.

I stood there and thought for a while, put the paper balls as they were, turned quietly and walked into the room next to the warehouse, and saw my wife sitting there watching TV.

This is a bungalow, close to the reservoir, and there are usually no people living in it, but there are furniture, bedding and other things in the house.

My wife seemed a little nervous when she saw me coming in, so she glanced at me and continued watching TV.I had an idea to send her away: You go find your son, where did you take to play?

My wife agreed to get up and go out. When I heard that she had walked away, I looked around in the room, trying to find some other clues.

At the bottom of the wardrobe, I found my wife's underwear. The middle of the underwear was still wet. When I twisted my fingers up, I still had a hint of body temperature. When I got closer, I could smell the familiar smell of salty and fishy semen.

This is what my wife just replaced, and there is also her unwiped semen and vaginal fluid on it.