The lingering echoes of climax, like the damp, warm sand after the tide recedes, lingered long in their sweat-soaked bodies.
The room felt like a battlefield where the smoke had finally cleared, the air thick with the rich, salty-sweet scent unique to the intense mingling of sweat and desire.
Lin Zhe and Su Yu lay naked on the rumpled sheets, their chests still heaving. The room echoed only with their heavy, exhausted breaths, amplified infinitely in the silence.
The European chandelier on the ceiling gradually blurred into a vast, indistinct halo within Lin Zhe's unfocused pupils.
His body felt utterly hollowed out, enveloped in the exhaustion that followed such complete release.
Yet the heavy stone labeled "betrayal," pressing down on his chest, remained firmly in place, undisturbed by this physical release.
Lin Zhe slowly turned his head, his gaze settling on the woman beside him—the woman who had shared his bed for two years.
Su Yu's hair lay disheveled, clinging to her flushed cheeks and slender neck. Strands of damp hair pressed against her full temples, adding a touch of tragic beauty to her ravaged appearance.
Crystal-clear tears still hung at the corners of her eyes. Her long lashes, like butterfly wings dampened by rain, trembled faintly.
Her body seemed still immersed in the memory of climax, occasionally twitching with faint spasms.
Gazing at his wife's vulnerable yet irresistibly alluring form, Lin Zhe's nostrils seemed to catch that familiar scent of another man's tobacco once more.
In an instant, Lin Zhe's gaze grew intensely complex—a mix of rage, tenderness, jealousy, and a hint of excitement he refused to acknowledge.
"Honey..."
Lin Zhe finally spoke.
"Tell me the truth. Did something happen in the living room?"
Su Yu's heart sank at his words. A chill shot up her spine from her tailbone to the crown of her head, instantly stiffening her body.
In the next instant, she instinctively sat up, frantically grabbing the silky quilt and clutching it tightly across her chest. The pressure squeezed her snow-white, full breasts into a breathtakingly deep cleavage.
Faced with her husband's renewed questioning, Su Yu tried to brush it off with the same lame "tripped over my foot" excuse as before.
"Honey, didn't I tell you? I just..."
"You don't have to lie to me."
Lin Zhe's tone was calm yet unwaveringly resolute. He cut her off immediately, slowly sitting up himself. His eyes, usually brimming with affection, now sent a chill down her spine.
"Just now, there was a faint scent on your breath—one I could never mistake. It's the brand Dad smoked most often. And when we were together, before I even entered you, you were already soaking wet down there. That's not a normal reaction to foreplay."
"Most importantly, Xiaoyu..."
At this point, Lin Zhe reached out, gently tracing his fingertips over his wife's cold, smooth cheek. His touch was tender, but his words cut deep:
"Every time you lie, your eyes dart around uncontrollably. You never dare meet my gaze."
Each of Lin Zhe's words felt like a nail, driving her every excuse and pretense firmly into place.
Under her husband's calm dissection, Su Yu's psychological defenses crumbled instantly.
Instantly, the pressure, fear, guilt, shame—all the suffocating negativity bottled up inside her all night—burst forth like a dam breaking, drowning the young wife in an instant.
"Husband... I..."
Her thoughts in utter chaos, Su Yu opened her mouth, but her throat felt blocked, unable to utter a single word.
Tears burst forth from her beautiful, autumn-water-like eyes, cascading down in large drops. Soon, she was sobbing uncontrollably:
"...Husband, I was wrong... I was wrong... Waaah..."
This complete emotional collapse was, in a way, an admission.
Seeing his wife's heartbreakingly beautiful face streaked with tears, Lin Zhe felt an even more complex mix of emotions.
Anger?
Of course. The rage at having his most precious treasure defiled by the one closest to him still burned in his chest.
But overwhelming it all was an exhaustion at the dust finally settling, mingled with a twisted anticipation rising from the depths of his soul.
As if resigning himself to fate, Lin Zhe let out a long, heavy sigh.
Then, disregarding Su Yu's struggles, he stretched out his arms and pulled her naked, trembling body tightly into his embrace once more.
"How far... did you go?"
"Tell me."
Hearing this, Su Yu wept even harder in his arms, her body shaking violently:
"Husband... will you abandon me?"
"You promised before we married! You'd love me forever!"
"You can't leave me... wuwuwu..."
Seeing his wife like this, Lin Zhe felt a sharp pang of heartache. Any thoughts of blame vanished instantly.
As one of the most important women in his life, Lin Zhe had met Su Yu by accident.
That day, a client canceled last minute. With nowhere else to go, he ducked into a corner café he'd normally never set foot in.
In the window seat, Su Yu—still a college student—sat quietly reading a yellowed old book. The drizzling rain outside seemed to become her own backdrop, making her look like an ethereal fairy who'd stumbled into the mortal world.
One glance was all it took for Lin Zhe to lose his resolve and decide to approach her.
What followed unfolded as naturally as a fairy tale.
They seemed like long-lost friends, finding endless topics to discuss—from astronomy to geography, national affairs to street snacks.
After Su Yu graduated, they got married without delay.
The rich aroma of that rainy-day coffee still seemed to linger on her nose, now overshadowed by the bitterness of betrayal.
Recalling the past two years, Lin Zhe sighed again, gently caressing Su Yu's smooth, delicate back with a tenderness even he found unusual. He whispered softly:
"Xiaoyu, I love you... So, tell me... I can accept it."
Her husband's words left Su Yu feeling a flicker of confusion, but more than that, an endless wave of anguish and self-loathing washed over her.
She knew how deeply Lin Zhe loved her, and she knew how deeply she loved him.
Yet, in a moment of reckless passion, she had done something utterly unforgivable.
Su Yu couldn't bear to face this version of herself. If not for her husband's embrace, she might have done something reckless.
Yet, as she wallowed in self-flagellation, she suddenly felt something pressing against her soft belly—slowly hardening, warming, growing larger.
Her husband's manhood?
Su Yu's sobs abruptly ceased.
She looked down in disbelief, seeing that monstrous, menacing thing pressing against her belly, rising proudly once more.
That very cock that had just spilled its hot seed inside her—now, because of her affair with her father-in-law, it was shamefully engorged and erect again!?
At this sight, a bold thought flashed through her mind.
Suddenly, Su Yu recalled how she had once, out of curiosity, accidentally peeked at her husband's browsing history. The tabs for "cuckold wives" and "slut wives" forums had filled her with disgust and confusion at the time. But now...
In this moment, it felt like all the clues were finally connecting!
"My husband..."
Originally, the words she had spoken to her husband earlier—while drunk and in the bathroom during that game—were merely drunken banter meant to liven things up.
But in this instant, Lin Zhe's reaction made Su Yu's fear gradually recede, replaced by a certainty as solid as clutching a lifeline.
She believed Lin Zhe loved her, and that love seemed far more complex than she had ever imagined.
"Maybe... he really wouldn't mind..."
With her mind made up, Su Yu no longer felt lost. She lifted her tear-stained face, now tinged with an unusual allure, and summoned the courage to tell her husband everything that had happened in the living room.
From the provocative King's Game to the solitary darkness after the power outage; from her father-in-law Lin Jianguo's forceful kiss, heavy with tobacco scent, to his rough, warm palms undoing her bra and freely kneading her full, snow-white breasts;
to how she herself, as if possessed, had undone her father-in-law's belt, grasping that monstrous shaft—a full circle thicker than her husband's—feeling it surge rigid and pulsing hot within her tender palm...
The more vividly Su Yu described it, the heavier Lin Zhe's breathing grew.
He didn't rage; instead, two pools of ink-black flames ignited in his eyes.
When he heard his wife tremble as she detailed the size and hardness of her father Lin Jianguo's cock, Lin Zhe's lower abdomen convulsed violently.
His own thick, long shaft had hardened like a red-hot iron, its tip uncontrollably oozing a sticky, glistening bead of precum.
His wife being caressed, kissed, even masturbated by her own father...
This image filled Lin Zhe with an unprecedented mix of shame and arousal.
As he listened to his wife's account, he imagined the stern expression on his father's face transforming into one of utter abandon before his daughter-in-law;
He pictured his wife's soft, delicate hands pleasuring the very cock that had created him.
This chaotic sense of transgression acted like the most potent aphrodisiac, transforming Lin Zhe into a beast.
"Xiaoyu..."
Lin Zhe's voice cracked into a hoarse murmur. Then, under Su Yu's stunned gaze, he suddenly grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers with a kiss that bordered on a savage bite.
"Mmm..."
Lin Zhe's tongue brutally pried open Su Yu's teeth, ravaging her mouth with unrestrained aggression. His hands were equally relentless—one clamped down like iron pincers on her exposed breast, kneading and squeezing it mercilessly, molding the snow-white mound into every indecent shape imaginable;
while the other slid around to her back, digging into her round, firm buttocks with such force his nails nearly sank into the supple flesh.
"Ah... it hurts... Husband, you're hurting me..."
Su Yu moaned in pain.
Hearing his wife's cry, Lin Zhe's movements abruptly froze.
Gazing at her lips, swollen and red from his kisses, and the crimson finger marks etched into her snow-white skin, the madness in Lin Zhe's eyes faded, replaced by a sense of bewilderment and helplessness.
"I... I'm sorry..."
Apologizing, he released his grip and turned away, as if unable to face his wife, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
In that moment, he felt utterly depraved.
Why was this happening?
Why did hearing about his wife and father's scandal not fill him with rage, but instead arouse him so intensely?
Was he a monster?
A tidal wave of self-doubt and helplessness engulfed Lin Zhe.
The next instant, a twenty-five-year-old man stood before his wife, hands clasped over his head, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Waaah..."
His sobs were filled with confusion, agony, and self-loathing.
This time, it was Su Yu's heart that softened.
Seeing her husband curled up before her like a helpless child, all her fear vanished completely.
In that moment, betrayal and secrets seemed to vanish between them, returning to the intimacy of their earliest days of passion—that pair of lovers who could share everything.
Su Yu moved closer, wrapping her arms gently around her husband's trembling shoulders from behind. Resting her cheek against his broad back, she whispered softly:
"Honey, I'm sorry... It's my fault..."
Feeling the soft curves press against him, Lin Zhe didn't speak, only uttering a muffled "Hmm?" through his nose.
Su Yu took a deep breath, as if gathering resolve, and continued:
"Husband... I saw your browser history... Did you..."
"Have a cuckold fetish?"
Su Yu's final words struck like a precise lightning bolt, shattering Lin Zhe's last shred of pretense.
His sobs ceased, his body stiffening.
Accused by his wife of his darkest secret with such pinpoint accuracy, Lin Zhe felt like a clown stripped naked and tossed into the center of a square, utterly powerless to defend himself.
He could only nod helplessly, resigned and powerless.
Seeing her husband's tacit admission, Su Yu instead grew completely composed.
As if seizing control in this tangled relationship, she transformed from a wife who'd made a mistake into a guide and healer.
She moved to kneel before Lin Zhe, positioning herself between his legs. Her hand gently closed around his already rock-hard cock.
"Husband..."
Su Yu's voice carried a hint of seduction, yet her gaze was utterly sincere as she looked at her man.
"Actually... I have a bit of a father complex too."
As she gently and expertly stroked her husband's cock, feeling its powerful pulse beneath her palm, she began to reveal her secret.
She told Lin Zhe that as a child, her mother had been consumed by business and distant toward her. It was her father who had given her all his love and attention, fostering in her a natural affinity and reverence for mature, powerful men who offered a sense of protection.
Her father-in-law, Lin Jianguo, though stern, constantly radiated that unquestionable, dominant male authority.
When his hungry gaze fell upon her, she felt not fear, but a flattering thrill of being desired and needed—a sensation that echoed the profound comfort and security of her father's undivided attention in childhood.
"In the living room..."
Su Yu's cheeks flushed crimson, her voice low as a mosquito's buzz.
"When he kissed me, I felt like a concubine favored by the king... When he touched me, down there... I got soaking wet instantly..."
Each word from his wife poured fuel onto Lin Zhe's twisted excitement.
Lin Zhe's body trembled, not from tears this time, but from overwhelming excitement.
He lifted his head, eyes bloodshot, staring at the woman before him—a woman masturbating for him while confessing her affair with her father-in-law.
"Honey... I... Are we... a little perverted?"
"Perverted? Heh."
Su Yu laughed at his words.
That smile held a hint of mature cunning, like a witch who saw through everything, or a patient, guiding psychologist:
"Husband, desire itself isn't wrong."
"Freud said all human behavior stems from the drive of sexual instinct. We're just more honest about our desires than ordinary people."
As Su Yu slowly stroked his shaft with her pale fingers, she began using knowledge gleaned from books to build psychological resilience—for her husband, and for herself:
"You see, your desire is to witness me being conquered by another man, which brings you pleasure. My desire, meanwhile, is to be noticed and possessed by that kind of mature authority."
"Our desires might sound perverse, but... they're actually complementary, like a lock and its key."
As she spoke, Su Yu tightened her grip, causing Lin Zhe's cock to swell another notch in her hand.
"We're not hurting anyone. We're simply exploring a more thrilling game within our intimate relationship."
"What... is wrong with that?"
"As long as we love each other and remain faithful to this relationship, isn't this just our little secret, our little spice as husband and wife?"
Lin Zhe was persuaded.
Or rather, his mind, already consumed by desire, desperately needed this rationale to fully justify himself.
His wife's words truly acted like a key, unlocking the final shackle in his heart.
Yes, it was just a game.
A thrilling game, just for the two of them.
And so, Lin Zhe's eyes transformed—from bewildered helplessness to burning intensity and madness.
He grabbed his wife's stroking hand and gasped,
"Honey... then... then we..."
Su Yu flinched slightly before smiling. "Husband..."
Mid-sentence, Su Yu suddenly leaned down. Under Lin Zhe's stunned gaze, she extended her delicate tongue and gently licked the sticky fluid oozing from the tip of his cock. Then she lifted her head, her eyes narrowed into seductive slits as she looked at him.
"Do you want... to see it more clearly?"
Hearing this, Lin Zhe's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He nodded with difficulty.
"Then we'll find an opportunity..."
Su Yu's voice dripped with devilish temptation:
"Let Dad... touch me one more time. This time, I'll secretly record everything on my phone... for you to see, okay?"
This suggestion, like a demon's whisper, struck the deepest target within Lin Zhe's heart.
He envisioned the scene: his wife beneath his father, submitting to pleasure, while he himself hid behind the screen, peering at it all, controlling it all... What a thrill! What satisfaction!
"Okay..."
Lin Zhe forced the word out through gritted teeth.
In that moment, the couple who had just been tearing each other apart forged a twisted, dangerous alliance.
Completely lost in the perverse fantasy about to unfold, Lin Zhe failed to notice that he, too, harbored a secret.
That equally twisted kiss with his mother, Wang Xiulan, in the darkened stairwell during the power outage.
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