Chapter 11

Feed my wife.

Well, husband, come back.

Oh well.

Without any extra words, I turned around and walked home. When I got home, Zhou Ming had already left. I glanced at the guest bedroom that was not closed. The bed sheets had been removed. I walked to the balcony to look at it and it was indeed thrown into the washing machine.

Today...is it okay?I asked.

My wife was behind me, but she didn't say a word. I felt strange and turned around to look at her. What's wrong?

Husband... It's been two times, it's almost done, otherwise... it's like this this time. If you haven't gotten pregnant yet, will you say it?

What's wrong with you?Are you uncomfortable?Or did he bully you?

No, no, just...ah, I still feel uncomfortable, and this feeling has not been dissipated for a long time, and...and I always feel that this is a betrayal of you.

Silly girl, don’t think so. Your husband will feel distressed when you say that. Then I will call him now and tell him that it will be over until today. If he is not pregnant, he has a problem. Let’s think of other solutions.

I took out my cell phone as I said.

Wait a moment.My wife reached out to stop me.

I looked at her in surprise.

Her face showed a tangled look, and her eyes kept flashing. Forget it, it was all set to make an appointment. Next time he came, I would tell him that it was the last time.

My wife was a little difficult to speak, but I still understood that she wanted to try the last time to be on the safe side.

When will it be next time?

Tuesday night.

Oh, wife.

Ah？

Are you... really okay?

No...No Ah, what's wrong?

Otherwise, I'd better stay at home next time, just in the living room.

My wife was a little panicked. Oh, it’s really okay. He dared not do anything to me, I won’t agree.

What's the meaning?I put a lot of questions in my heart. Did she ask for anything?

Ah!No, I mean...well, I won't agree to anything he has to offer.

There is no question about my wife's answer, but her attitude always makes me feel a little weird, but then I feel that I have made some big fuss. Today I left home for about 45 minutes, which means that the time between the two is only 40 minutes. If you take out some necessary preparation time, the time between the two is about half an hour, but...

Half an hour?

Is this really not a long time?

My wife and I have sex for about 40 minutes each time, of which foreplay and sex each account for about half. The relationship between them should be just a routine, and it should not be mixed with feelings. Then there is no way to flirt with the steps. Could it be that Zhou Ming fucked his wife for half an hour before ejaculation?

A sea of ​​jealousy surged in my heart, and I couldn't help but curse Zhou Ming, "I'll pay you to work for me, but you took the opportunity to enjoy it?"

Yes, right, my wife.I pretended to ask inadvertently, it was a little longer today than last time, isn’t there any problem?

Ah?Oh, there was no problem. We chatted for a while at the beginning, but then I thought that you were so cold outside, so I urged him to finish it soon.

After hearing my wife's words, I was half relieved and half suspicious. My wife is a person who can't lie. Her performance today is obviously not calm enough. Did she lie?

Not necessarily, but I'm sure at least I haven't told me completely what they did at this time?

I became very curious about this.

I washed the sheets and went to cook.The wife said as she walked towards the balcony.

Wait for my wife.

Ah?What's wrong?My wife stopped and looked at me.

Oh, I remember that I still have clothes to wash, so let’s go together. You go and do my business, I’ll turn on the washing machine, and, don’t bother tonight, let’s go out to eat.

My wife thought about it, okay.

I returned to the bedroom and took a coat that I had worn once or twice and walked to the balcony. I took the opportunity of squatting down and putting clothes into the drum washing machine to quickly check the sheet. I turned it over and found that the sheet had a wet mark, which was about the size of a palm. My heart skipped a beat, and then pulled it out and looked carefully.

I once had the experience of pulling out my penis when I was about to ejaculate but didn't know the right time to get the semen onto the bed sheet, but the traces caused by this are much smaller than this one. How could this be?

A light flashed through my mind. Could this be... my wife's vaginal fluid?Did she react so much?How did they do it?

Husband, are you doing well?

Oh, OK OK!

I put away my random thoughts, quickly closed the door of the washing machine cabin, and pressed the start button.

What did they eat that night and how it tasted? To be honest, I can't remember it anymore. My mind was completely occupied by the question of how they did it. All kinds of messy brain images rushed in my mind like a drunk driving car.

Husband, do you have any worries?My wife put down the chopsticks in her hand and looked at me with concern and asked.

Nothing, I just thought a lot recently.

The wife sighed softly. There is a last time anyway, and no matter whether this time it will succeed, don’t meet him in the future.

Ah?Why?

My wife unnaturally stroked her hair. Although it was a business job, he and I... Alas, I'm afraid everyone will be embarrassed.

Well, okay, I hope this time will succeed. If it fails, I don’t want to try again if I change someone. Let’s let it go.

My wife's eyes lit up, yes, I think so too. We should manage our own life first and think of ways to do the children.

Um.

I agreed, but I smiled bitterly in my heart. What else can I think of?

I made up my mind to know how they operated, and set up cameras at home like novels?

It will come the day after tomorrow, and it will definitely not be too late to purchase and install and then familiarize yourself with the operation. What should I do?

In fact, it is not difficult. Our guest bedroom is actually a study room. There is a computer desk and a computer in the study room. There is a camera on the laptop. The computer desk is opposite the sofa bed. Turn on the laptop in advance. In addition to hardware, software is required. I need a software that can not only record videos but also keep the screen black during recording. This is not too difficult for a science and engineering man like me. I almost only spent one night to debug it and personally verify it feasible.

The next night, Zhou Ming arrived as promised. Compared to his previous high-spirited appearance, he seemed a little unhappy tonight. I pretended not to notice it, and said hello and went out as if I was used to it. When I went out, I took a special look at the time at 7:02 pm.

The weather is a bit cold today. The sun has been hiding for several days and has not come to work. Although the temperature is seventy or eight degrees at night, 90% of the humidity is still cold. There are obviously fewer people walking in the community than in the previous two days. I didn’t stop on the road and walked directly out of the north gate of the community to a small bar 300 meters away. I had a premonition that I might not go back early today, at least it will take longer than the previous two times.

On the road, I pressed and held back the idea of ​​opening my phone to view real-time videos, and walked towards the bar in two steps in three steps.

This is a bar for residents of nearby communities. It is a business for regular customers. It is a very pleasant thing to sit outdoors and have a cold beer in the summer. If you encounter events like the World Cup and European Cup, the lively atmosphere is much more enjoyable than watching the game alone at home.

It is the cold winter month, so the business of such a community bar has naturally faded a lot, but there are also many customers, so I can sit halfway in groups of people.

Oh, why are you free to come here today?Still alone.

The boss, who was slightly fat, wore a pair of black-framed glasses, had few hair on his head always tied with a thin ponytail, smiled and greeted him.

Haha, my wife has returned to her parents' home and comes here alone to sit there without any worries.

It’s so good to go back to my parents’ home. What a married man lacks the most is freedom. Are you going to have some old wine to go out for a casual and carefree life?Hahaha.

Don’t be fooled. The young couple have a good relationship and their wife is so beautiful. How can they get flirted with things outside?

Before I answered, someone asked the boss for me. When I saw that it was the boss's wife, the couple's situation was a bit similar to ours. The boss was also a new Shanghai native who came to Shanghai to work hard. The boss's wife was a native Shanghai Diaomei. Don't think that I used the word Diaomei to describe her as a young girl. In fact, she is a few years older than me, and I guess she is almost 35 years old.

Diao is the exclusive adjective for Shanghai women. I have heard of it before coming to Shanghai, but I don’t understand it very much. In my impression, Diao is a little girl who pouted and swayed her boyfriend’s sleeve and clamored to drink milk tea. But when I came to Shanghai, I realized that the Shanghai girl’s Diao is not a judgment imposed by the outside world, but a temperament exuded by herself, or accent.

Girls in Shanghai can call themselves over thirty years old, but they won’t feel disgusting. They may not be as cheerful as girls in northern China when they are away, but they will give their boyfriends or husbands enough face. They are not to be humble and echo the husband’s macho, whether true or false, by looking at each other and holding their fingers tightly to create an enviable fairy couple.