Showing Up Uninvited

As the delivery guy left, he glanced back at me with a strange look, making me feel like he was mocking me. Back in the office, I sat there lost my thoughts. There was simply no way I could focus on work, staring at the torn stockings on my desk. It was work hours, and my wife was also at her office. I couldn't confront her face-to-face with the stockings, still have to keep my family matters private.

So, I put away the disgusting stockings, planning to confront my wife when I got home in the evening. I needed to hear her explanation . If my wife was really having an affair, I would definitely divorce her. What puzzled me was that my wife and I had been married for so long, and our relationship was quite good. Why would she cheat on me behind my back? After a whole day of work, it was already time to clock out. Just as I left the office, a man approached me with a smile on his face. This man had a crew cut, was wearing a suit, and had a somewhat familiar face. It felt like I had seen him somewhere before. The man came up to me, greeted me with a smile, and introduced himself as Tommy, my wife's boss. The guy who had called my wife late last night wanting to chat. I didn't particularly like Tommy, but out of politeness, I greeted him back.

Tommy said he wanted to treat me to dinner, which surprised me. I had no connection with Tommy, neither professionally nor personally. In other words, he was a stranger to me, yet he was inviting me out for dinner? "Tommy, what's this about?" He told me he had something to discuss with me privately regarding my wife. Given my wife's recent strange behavior and Tommy being her male boss, I agreed to go with him to talk about my wife.

"Tommy, what's wrong with my wife?" I pretended to be surprised. "Is there a problem at work?" "No, buddy, I have something to discuss with you privately. Let's go eat, and I'll explain slowly." My wife's male boss wanted to talk to me about my wife? And it was about something private? Did my wife find out that I was investigating him, so she sent her lover to negotiate with me? Thinking about it, I felt extremely restless, and of course, I cursed Tommy in my mind a thousand times. If that were the case, I would definitely confront him immediately.

Tommy took me to a restaurant across from our company and led me to a private room. As soon as I entered, I smelled a strong fragrance. A woman in a black suit appeared in my sight. She had a typical internet celebrity face and greeted me with a faint smile. After coming in, Tommy smiled and introduced the woman as his wife, Benita, who was a manager at a department store. The woman came over on her own initiative, smiling and shaking my hand. At the moment of the handshake, I felt Benita staring at me with an ambiguous gaze, making me feel uncomfortable all over, especially since she was using such a flirtatious look in front of her husband. What's going on? I have to admit, Benita kept in a good shape, she looks excellent. Her hands were smooth and delicate, and the handshake felt very good. I wanted to let go, but Benita held onto my hand tightly. Didn't she realize her husband was right there watching? I quickly pulled my hand away to avoid any misunderstandings from Tommy. Surprisingly, at that moment, I felt a bit flustered.

What exactly were this couple's intentions? After this initial encounter with the tempting from Benita, I felt like I had lost. While eating, Tommy asked me how his wife was doing. I almost spat out my food in shock. What did Tommy mean by that? "She's fine." I replied with a smile as I ate. "John, do you know about the club, Rouge?" After some small talk, Tommy got to the point. I didn't know much about the Rouge, but I had heard of it. It was a club for swapping spouses, " You play with my wife, I play with yours, and so on."I understood Tommy's intentions right away. I definitely wouldn't agree to swap spouses with him, and besides, my wife wouldn't agree to such an absurd thing either. From the smooth movements of Tommy and his wife, it was clear they often engaged in such activities.

"Tommy, I know about the Rouge, but it's not for me." Next,Tommy told me how enjoyable the Rouge was and even said that watching other men play with your wife gave you a great feeling. "Tommy., let's stop here. Thank you for dinner today, but it's really not my thing." I saw Tommy give Benita a signal. At this point, Benita came over, bent down, and hooked her hands around my neck, blowing gently in my ear from behind. It made my heart itch.

I quickly stood up and pushed Benita away. They really scared me. "John, why don't you try my wife first? If you're satisfied, then we'll swap." Tommy suddenly said to me like this. "Damn!" I was really shocked!! I opened the door and quickly left. Tommy was too open-minded; he probably had a lot of affair in his family. Thinking of this, I remembered the stockings with the fishy odor. I glanced at the watch my wife had bought me. It was already past seven, and my wife should have finished work by now. I wanted to go home and question my wife about what was going on with those stockings. Although I didn't believe my wife would cheat on me, her recent unusual behavior, along with that video, and today's delivery of fishy-smelling stockings, made me suspect that she might be having an affair.

When I got home, I looked upstairs and saw that the lights were off, indicating my wife hadn't come home yet. Normally, my wife would have been home by now, having finished work around five, but these days, she'd been coming home late. Why wasn't my wife coming home from work? Where did she go? If she was working late, she should be off soon. I picked up my phone and dialed my wife's number.

"Honey!" My wife's lazy yet gentle voice came through the phone, sounding like she had just woken up in bed.

"Where are you?" "I... I'm still at the... office working overtime." Her voice carried a slight panting, as if someone was working on her body, reminiscent of how she sounded when we were intimate.

Was my wife having an affair right now? And yet she answered my call in this situation?

The thought shattered my heart. I wished I could fly to her side right now and see what she was really up to.

"Honey, what's wrong?"My wife told me that the office elevator was broken, so she was climbing the stairs with a stack of documents.

While this explanation made sense, why did I feel like there was someone exerting themselves on her?

Perhaps it was because I had been overly sensitive lately.

But that didn't make sense!

"Sweetheart, I'll be home after I finish work. Let's talk later, okay?"

My wife sounded a bit anxious as she hung up the phone.