Chapter 10

My roommate was watching a pole dance video of a Taiwanese dancer. At this time, a sudden ding-dong sounded, and I received a text message on my phone.

Because I was driving, I asked my roommate who posted it. The roommate seemed to say in the future: Who else, of course, is your newly married little wife.

say what?I asked expressionlessly.

My roommate pinched his throat and imitated his wife's words and read: Husband, you just walked for a few hours and they missed you.

How to go back?You said, I wrote it.roommate asked.

Don't go back now.I said.

How can that work?I'll help you back, so I can save my little wife from worrying about it.The roommate pressed the words while talking.Where do you miss me?My roommate read it to me while pressing the sending.

My wife immediately replied to the text message: I miss you everywhere, I miss your lollipop the most.

I gave you two lollipops last night, but have you not eaten enough yet?

My roommate replied to the text message for me again.

Husband, you are the worst, you are almost inserted into someone else's lollipop.

Wife replied.

So do you want someone else’s lollipop to get in?

The roommate continued to ask.

If my husband agrees, he will let him fuck him. If my husband does not agree, he will not let him fuck him. I am an obedient and good wife.

Wife replied.

When I heard my wife's well-behaved words, my heart couldn't help but soften again. I snatched my phone and said to my roommate: Are you not happy enough?Last night...

When I mentioned last night, my roommate became excited.He interrupted anxiously: Damn, you don’t say hello to your brother in advance. Brother, be prepared and don’t drink that much wine.

It’s useless to prepare. You just took the gun in just a few minutes. It’s really not worth it for your wife!

I said.

Fuck, it's mainly because it's too exciting. I've never been like this before. I'm still with your wife, and the night before you got married, it's so fucking exciting.

The roommate said hurriedly.

That night your bridal chamber, your dad probably thought so.To be honest, I think your dad and your wife must have an affair.Look at how accurate your dad looked for when sucking your wife's nipples, and you were familiar with it. Your wife didn't react at all. Not to mention anything else, just talk about her reaction when you touched my wife's nipples yesterday. Compare with your wife, I dare to guarantee that your dad has eaten a lot of your wife's nipples.But it doesn’t matter. When you were a child, you ate your dad’s wife’s milk. When you grew up, your dad’s milk was also a thankful thing.

I said.

Originally I just wanted to joke with him, but I didn't expect that it was his turn to look solemn and remain silent for a moment. He said to him: Since you don't treat me as an outsider, I also tell you frankly that there are such rumors in our factory. Mainly because of work, my dad always took my wife on a business trip, so some people said that my dad was on a business trip with her and opened a room...

In this case, you don’t have to take it seriously. The benefits of your factory are so poor, and the workers will definitely complain, and it is natural to make up rumors about the leader.It was my turn to comfort him.

I don't think it's possible, but I did see photos taken when they went to another place to discuss business on my dad's office computer, and some of them were really intimate.The roommate said.

Bed photos?I asked.

That's not, but the photo of the two always makes them feel weird.The roommate said.

OK, don't guess randomly.Even if there is, it is a thing of the past. As long as you are happy now, everything in the past will be a cloud.I said.

You are still broad-minded...including yesterday's incident... said the roommate.

Last night?Well, to be honest, I was so excited after watching your wife's video that I fantasized about her fucking, but I felt that this was not enough, so I added you, just think it was role-playing, you still play you, I still play me, but my wife actually plays your wife.

I said.

Damn, it’s so complicated, no matter what, I still played with your wife. It’s so fucking fun, but it’s a pity that I didn’t have time to insert it.

The roommate fell into infinite fantasy again...

We returned home before supper.

My roommate’s wife has prepared supper and waited for us to come back.

After not seeing each other for a few days, she seemed to have lost a little weight, and her plump breasts looked even more straight.

When we saw us, a trace of resentment flashed between her eyebrows. When we walked in, we smiled brightly, with big eyes filled with affection.

I noticed that although her eyes were focused on her roommate, she also inadvertently cast her towards me, with a cute smile on the corner of her mouth.

The hearty dinner was already on the table and the tableware was already set.

The roommate’s wife urged us to wash our hands and have dinner as soon as possible.

But the roommate seemed to be not interested in eating, so he pulled his wife into the room with a slut. In a hurry, he didn't even take care of the door, leaving a crack as thick as a finger.

I stood in the middle of the living room, a little embarrassed. Although I was very hungry, it was not easy to start eating alone.

Only their feet were seen through the cracks in their room door. The roommate seemed to take off his wife's pants and press them directly on the bed.

Although I can only see my feet, I can also see that my roommate spread her legs and directly put on the arch.

Don't Ah... it hurts... The roommate's wife begged in a low voice.

But it seemed that the roommate ignored it completely and forced himself to insert it.

Listening to my roommate’s wife’s sad voice, I couldn’t help but sigh in my heart. My roommate really looks like Zhu Bajie. He is obviously a treasure ginseng fruit in the world, but he can’t taste it at all.

I didn't want to hear the painful sound of my roommate's wife anymore. I was hungry, but the dishes on the table were not easy to eat by myself, so I could only sigh, find a box of noodles from the kitchen, soaked boiled water, and took them back to the room to eat.

The pained voice of my roommate next door gradually became excited. In my impression, except for the accident I fucked, she was always careful not to make a sound, but this time she moaned boldly and happily. Unfortunately, her roommate roared in a low voice, and heard that the sound was ejaculation.

Alas, it's really a waste of things!I thought to myself.

I turned on my computer and logged into my wife's email while eating instant noodles.

She didn't know that I guessed the password of her mailbox.

I want to see what her mother said to her.

I searched for archived emails and before my wife and I decided to get a marriage permit, my wife sent a long letter to her mother. Although she clearly stated that we were planning to get married, she said that she felt that she was very happy to be with me and wanted to be with me for the rest of her life.

However, the letter she replied to was trying hard to dissuade her.

In the email back and forth, the wife and her mother started arguing with each other, and in the end her mother said that she would never agree to the marriage unless I met the conditions she offered.

I didn't expect that my wife, who had always listened to her mother, would quarrel with her mother, and I couldn't help but feel warm.

But carefully look at the conditions her mother put forward, and in addition to the part her wife told me, there was another wife who had to meet a blind date chosen by her mother, an American man named Eric.

My wife didn't tell me about this condition.

My roommate’s wife called me to have dinner in the living room.I opened the door and saw her busy serving rice in the kitchen. Her hair was a little messy, her fair face became pink, and her clothes were changed.

I deliberately told her: It turns out that I have to change my clothes when I eat!

Her face suddenly turned red, she looked back at their room, and saw that her roommate had not come out yet, and she whispered a little embarrassedly: He had to want it.

After she said this, both of us became a little embarrassed.

First of all, she and her husband xx, I have no right to ask; secondly, even if I ask, she has no need to explain.

But I asked and she explained.

Have a meal quickly, the food will be cold in a while.She said with her head down.

I had already made the noodles and went back to my room to eat.After saying that, I turned my head and went back.I saw the disappointment in her eyes.

Emotions are sometimes very wonderful things, I don’t know why my emotions suddenly became depressed.

I searched for the man named Eric with Ggle, looked at his LinkedIn, he graduated from Columbia, studied his PhD in Law at Yale, and now works in a large law firm in the same city as his wife, mainly engaged in mergers and acquisitions of companies.

Also, judging from his undergraduate time, he should be eleven years older than his wife!

I don't know what my mother-in-law thinks!

But I still don't understand how my mother-in-law knew him.

After searching carefully, I found out that this man was the son of my mother-in-law when she was studying for a doctorate in the United States!

No wonder!!!

But will my wife really meet this Eric?

I carefully searched my wife's email and found no emails between her and Eric.

I checked her facebk again. She and Eric are not friends either. Just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I suddenly remembered the phone.

Yes, if my wife really contacted him, it would definitely be the phone number.

My wife and I share a family plan with our mobile phone. This plan is applied for using my name and social security number, so I can check all call records in my account.

I logged into the website of our mobile phone service provider with my nervousness almost trembling hands, copied Eric's phone number mentioned in my mother-in-law's letter, opened the recent call record of my wife and I, ctrl+f, and the search box in the browser showed that a matching result was found. I found that the call time was 6:28 tonight, and the call time was 13 minutes.

I looked at the time on the computer and it was 7:40 now.

It was almost the time when my wife was about to get off work (if she left early).

My wife called Eric the afternoon after I left.

It seems that she is really a good child who listens to her mother!I felt jealous.

Without thinking too much, I called my wife's cell phone, beeping, a long wait.No one answered, so he went directly to the voice message mailbox.

My heart seemed to have fallen into a cold cellar, and the sweat in my palms became cold, cold.

Before, whether it was my intimate relationship with my wife and Brian or my roommate, I was not particularly worried or worried in my heart, because I knew that my wife would not be with them. Even if there was physical contact, my wife or my wife still belonged to me spiritually.

But this Eric is different. He is a competitor, and behind him is the blessing of his mother-in-law.

I couldn't help but think randomly. Where will my wife be now?Will you meet Eric?Where will they meet?Just a simple and polite chat?Will still...

The instant noodles were already cold and the noodles were sticking together.

I opened the door and wanted to throw away the instant noodles when I saw my roommate's wife busy packing things in the kitchen.

My roommate was changing shoes at the door. When he saw me coming out and greeted me, he said he wanted to go to the laboratory and upload the data from the experiment this time to their clusterservers (server group) to start analysis.

My roommate closed the door and left, leaving only his wife and I.

Her big eyes suddenly became alert, like an alert antelope on the African grassland.

I also walked into the kitchen, poured the noodles behind her into the garbage bag in the trash can, and then tied the garbage bag and prepared to take it out and throw it away.

My roommate’s wife found that I was more interested in the garbage bag than her, and seemed to be relieved, but there seemed to be a trace of disappointment flashing in my big talking eyes.

I greeted her briefly and then went out to remove the trash.

After taking out the trash, I wandered aimlessly downstairs of the apartment for a while. I couldn't help thinking about my wife, and called her cell phone again, but no one answered.

After checking the email, my wife did not send me a letter, but she received a letter from her master's tutor, asking me where I had been going in the past few days. Not only did I not go to class, I couldn't even see anyone, so I asked me to go to his office to see him at 8:30 tomorrow morning.

Fuck, I was worried about encountering such a thing again.

When I got home, I found that when I went out, I was absent-minded and just took my phone and didn’t have the key. I rang the doorbell and no one opened it. I continued to press it a few more times and heard the hurried footsteps in the living room.

The door opened, and the roommate's wife opened the door in a bath towel. When she saw that it was me standing outside the door, her face turned red in an instant. She lowered her head and said shyly: I thought it was my husband who was back, why didn't you bring the key?

Usually when I go out, I always bring the keys, and roommates often carelessly forget to get the keys.

I was stunned and looked at her carefully. It seemed that she was taking a shower when I rang the doorbell. When I heard the doorbell, I hurriedly wrapped my bath towel and came out.

Her figure is still so plump and sexy, with a concave and convex texture. A white bath towel wrapped around her chest, revealing half of her snow-white breasts and deep cleavage. Her wet hair was draped over her white and delicate shoulders, and her slender and charming calves were exposed.

In the past, I will definitely be very beastly.But now, my mind is all about my wife, and I just responded to her: I forgot to get the key, sorry, please trouble you.

My sudden politeness surprised her a little, but it was my squinted look. Her expression seemed to see the gangster of the past suddenly turned into a saint.

I went back to my room and continued to call my wife, but no one answered.

I didn't eat instant noodles just now and I was a little hungry. I remembered that the roommates and the others might have left food, so I went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator.

There are steamed buns from her roommate’s wife in the refrigerator. Her skills are really good. The snow-white steamed buns are as full and delicious as her snow-white breasts.

But now I didn't care about random thoughts, took the steamed buns, found the leftovers they hadn't finished, and stood by the kitchen table and swallowed them voraciously.

I just invited you to eat or not, but now I'm here to eat it secretly.Behind him is the sweet voice of his roommate's wife.I turned around and saw that she had changed into a burgundy lace pajama.

If I were to be normal, I would definitely take the opportunity to tease her, because what she said was really... it was really too teasing.But now I just said: I'm a little hungry.

Why don’t you heat it up with a microwave? What should I do if I eat it badly?

While saying that, she turned on the coffee machine in the kitchen: I'll make some hot coffee for you.

Under the light, she looked extremely delicate in a burgundy lace pajamas. Her plump breasts supported her pajamas high, and there was obviously no underwear inside. Her protruding buttocks looked like a small hill with beautiful arcs.

The nightgown was not long, but only reached her knees, revealing her slender and round legs, and her white and transparent skin made her look like a sexy little lamb.

Is something going on?Seeing that I was absent-minded, she asked me while putting the ground coffee into the filter paper.

It's nothing.I said.

No matter what happens, you can't get along with your own body.She added water to the coffee maker, and the heated water flowed through the coffee powder, and the kitchen was filled with the strong aroma of coffee.

Her concern moved me a little. I looked into her big eyes and was about to say something when the cell phone in the bedroom suddenly rang, which was the ringtone for my wife.

I put down my chopsticks and ran to the bedroom and grabbed my phone: Hello, where are you?

Working overtime at the company, why did you make so many calls to me?The wife asked strangely.Oh, I'm home, I want to give you peace.I said.

Haven't you sent me a text message?I was in a meeting and my phone was silent all the time, so I didn't get it, thinking that there was something important to you.said the wife.

I...I miss you.I said.

Good husband, I miss you too.said the wife.Ignoringly, a man shouted her name in the receiver on his wife.

Husband, I'm going back to continue the meeting.I may be very late tonight, so you go to bed first and don’t wait for me.The wife said, and she was about to hang up the phone.

Wait a moment... I said hurriedly.

Um?

Wife, I love you, I will agree to any conditions for your mother!I said these words uncontrollably.

Husband, I love you too, we will be together forever.I'm going to hang up the phone, and I'm anxious to wait there.Dear.My wife hung up the phone.

She didn't mention Eric to me about calling her, but I promised all the conditions for my mother-in-law.