Unexpected Discovery

I had planned to go out for late night with my wife, but she left so quickly. I didn't think much of it and went back to the room to get my pajamas, preparing to take a hot bath.

About ten minutes later, I realized that my wife hadn't returned home yet. She'd been gone for so long, was she still chatting with Lisa downstairs?

I had thought about going to check, but after changing into my pajamas, I didn't feel like going out anymore. I stepped onto the balcony, wanting to smoke and see if my wife was still downstairs chatting with Lisa.

Standing on the balcony, the night wind howled, rustling the leaves of the money tree, and the cold wind pierced through. I took a deep breath and looked down at the road below. My wife wasn't there. She must have gone to get late night for us.

As I finished smoking on the balcony, about ten minutes had passed, and there was still no sign of my wife. Was it taking her this long to get supper?

Where could my wife be? Was she meeting her lover now? Were they enjoying themselves in the car?

I picked up my phone, intending to face time my wife. But then, I noticed a new video in the Reddit, titled "The Incident In The Fitting Room."

Though I wasn't interested in watching it, curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked on the video.

In the video, a woman's hand was pressed against the wall, her buttocks raised backward, and behind her was a man exerting himself.

I'd seen these kinds of videos countless times; they were dull and repetitive. I was about to close it when I noticed a yellow blouse in the lower right corner of the video. Wasn't that my wife's yellow blouse?

I paused the video and examined the woman in it closely. She had her head down, and her face was obscured, making it hard to see her clearly. But I was certain that the blouse belonged to my wife.

The man in the video asked the woman if she wanted it, but she didn't respond verbally. Instead, she moved her body to accommodate him.

As I watched the video, I couldn't help but notice the woman's figure, which looked so much like my wife's. My heart raced with a mixture of anxiety and anger.

Subconsciously, I began to imagine that the woman in the video was my wife. My anger flared, and I felt the urge to relieve my frustration in a certain way.

The video lasted for five minutes. Though the woman's moans were not clear, they sounded remarkably like my wife's voice. But I couldn't be 100% sure.

I felt like I was going to collapse, especially since there was a yellow blouse in the corner of my room. Wasn't that the blouse my wife wore tonight?

The woman in the video was my wife, and she was cheating on me with a stranger.

Why? Why would she do this to me?

In that moment, my heart shattered.

Half an hour passed, and my wife still hadn't returned.

I picked up my phone and dialed her number. She answered in a sweet voice.

I asked where she was, and she said she was out having late night with Zhang Lan and would be back soon before hanging up.

Sitting on the balcony, I felt a deep pain in my heart.

I watched the video again, focusing on the yellow blouse. I desperately hoped it wasn't my wife's.

Just as I finished watching, the doorbell rang.

I thought it was my wife, but it turned out to be Tommy and his wife, Benita.

I wasn't fond of Tommy because I suspected he was involved with my wife. But I had no evidence.

Today, Benita wore a white low-cut dress that barely covered her boobs.

What were Tommy and Benita doing at my house? Were they trying to convince me to swap wives?

"Hi Tommy, please come in." Out of courtesy, I invited them in.

Benita immediately commented on how beautiful my house was and how beautiful my wife was.

After she finished with the pleasantries, Tommy smiled and asked about the thing we discussed last time.

I directly refused Tommy because I couldn't possibly do such a thing. I couldn't bear to watch my wife being enjoyed with by another man.

"John, I think you should consider my proposal." Tommy suddenly said.

"Tommy, as I said, I can't do such a thing. If that's why you came to my house, you can leave." I gave them the hint to leave.

Tommy's face changed slightly, then he smiled and said, "It's thrilling, you know? You watching me do with your wife, and me watching you do with my wife. It would be so exciting. Just imagine it."

I cursed Tommy silently for being sick in the head.

Then, he said something about the lost of swapping wives is the least, comparing with if the wife got a cuckold.

"Tommy, what do you mean by that?" Tommy seemed to realize he'd misspoken and quickly explained, "It's nothing, I was just joking. John, think it over carefully. If you change your mind, you can contact me."

Benita came over and whispered softly in my ear, her voice barely audible, saying she wanted me, wanted to try something on me, and so on.

It made my heart itch.

Benita indeed had a fantastic figure. Since marrying my wife, I'd hardly had any intimate contact with other women. Today, Benita's actions made my heart race.

After sending off Tommy and Benita, my wife still hadn't returned.

What was she up to? And Tommy's comment about the lost of swapping wives is the least, comparing with if the wife got a cuckold? Did Tommy know my wife was cheating on me? Did she have another man outside? Was he hinting that I'd already been cuckolded?

As I thought about it, my heart tightened involuntarily. Looking at the fitting room video on my phone, along with the other video I found earlier, my mind was in turmoil. Imagining scenes of my wife being enjoyed with by another man, I couldn't sit still any longer.

At that moment, my wife returned from outside, her cheeks slightly flushed, wearing a faint smile on her face, and carrying a late-night snack box in her hand. I took a step forward to face her, and I caught a whiff of a faint smell of alcohol.

"Helen, have you been drinking?" I stared at her.

"Yeah, Lisa wanted to have a couple of drinks, so I kept her company. That's why I'm back so late. Honey, you're not angry, are you?"

My wife placed the late-night snack on the table, gently clasped both hands around my neck, and looked at me with her pitiful eyes.