Liao Wen lay on top of his wife, breathing heavily. Her hands were pinned firmly beneath him, unable to move, forced to maintain their grip on his cock. The sticky fluid in her hands dripped down her fingertips, soaking the crotch of her jeans, with plenty also staining both sides of her thighs.
After about two or three minutes, his wife finally couldn't hold back and whispered in his ear, "Can you get up now?"
Liao Wen finally reacted, pushing himself up and rolling to the side, closing his eyes as he tried to steady his breathing.
His wife quickly sat up, grabbed a handful of tissues from the bedside, and wiped the fluid from her hands and pants before slowly putting her clothes back on.
With a complicated glance at Liao Wen lying beside her, she prepared to get up and leave. But just then, Liao Wen suddenly turned and wrapped his arms around her.
"Don't go, Nannan. Please, don't leave me," Liao Wen buried his face in her chest and began to sob.
Unable to bear it, his wife let out a soft sigh, leaning back against the headboard as she held Liao Wen with one arm, gently stroking his back.
Liao Wen lay in her embrace, his sobs gradually turning into sniffles, then into quiet weeping, until finally he broke down into loud, unrestrained crying.
"Liao Wen, don't be like this. Your crying is breaking my heart," his wife said, her own eyes reddening unconsciously, moved by his tears.
"I love you, Nannan, I love you."
Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps Liao Wen had completely let go, but he cried and shouted without restraint.
His wife's heart was utterly shaken by his weeping. She didn't know how to comfort him, and the mist in her reddened eyes quickly condensed, spilling uncontrollably from her eyes.
And so, my wife held the weeping Liao Wen, silently shedding tears alongside him. It was a full half hour before Liao Wen gradually stopped crying.
Slowly, Liao Wen sat up, wiped his own tears, then tenderly dried his wife's tears as well. Gently stroking her cheek, he choked out, "After tonight, I will bury you forever in the deepest part of my heart, and I will never disturb your life again."
My wife softly took hold of Liao Wen's hand, which was still caressing her cheek, and gazed at him with a complex expression. In a gentle voice, she said, "Thank you for having me in your heart, but I love my husband. I truly cannot return your feelings. I hope you can understand and find a way to move on, to start your own life."
Liao Wen gave her cheek one last touch, reluctantly withdrew his hand, and then deliberately put on a bright smile. With tears still in his eyes, he laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, I want to fall in love. Can you introduce me to a girlfriend? She has to be lively and cheerful."
"Alright, I'll take care of it," my wife replied with a smile.
Liao Wen smiled, turned over, and lay down on the bed. Holding my wife's arm, he whispered, "Sister-in-law, can you stay with me until I fall asleep? Let me say a final goodbye to my goddess in my dreams."
My wife nodded, holding Liao Wen while gently patting his back and chatting softly with him.
The two of them tacitly avoided mentioning what had just happened, talking only about work and daily life. Gradually, Liao Wen fell asleep in my wife's arms, a faint smile on his lips.
My wife let out a soft sigh, carefully got up, and gently tucked Liao Wen in. After gazing at him affectionately for a moment, she quietly left.
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I listened quietly as my wife recounted the story, feeling a pang of sympathy for Liao Wen. When an inappropriate affection turns into an obsession, it can be enough to break a person. Fortunately, after this incident, Liao Wen should be able to let go completely.
My wife looked at me guiltily and whispered, "Husband, I don't know what came over me last night. It was like I was possessed, and I ended up doing those things with Liao Wen. Even though we didn't cross the line, I still feel terribly sorry towards you."
I smiled and gently stroked my wife's hair. "Nannan, I don't blame you. In fact, I want to thank you. This whole mess started because I was chasing excitement, and you ended up taking the fall for me. I've been worried about whether Liao Wen would be able to resolve his feelings. Now, after last night, it seems he should be able to move on. Otherwise, if something really happened, I wouldn't know how to explain it to his father."
My wife pouted and shot me a glare, muttering, "In the end, this is all your fault. If you hadn't stirred up trouble, everything would have been fine. Now you almost lost your wife. Are you satisfied?"
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault," I quickly agreed, then added with a laugh, "So, I'll take care of finding Liao Wen a girlfriend."
"You'll take care of it?" my wife asked, looking surprised.
"All the women at your company are so high and mighty; they might not even look at Liao Wen. If we want him to dive into a relationship quickly, we need someone lively, cheerful, and completely devoted to him," I explained.
"Oh, you have a point. Then I'll leave it to you," my wife said, her expression unreadable.
"What, can't bear to part with him? I get the feeling someone's developed feelings for Liao Wen," I said with a hint of jealousy.
My wife shot me a sharp glare, then silently stood up and began clearing the table, clearly unwilling to engage with me any further.
I smiled faintly and quietly returned to the living room. Lighting a cigarette, I reclined on the sofa and began to ponder. It was clear that my wife's feelings for Liao Wen had gone beyond mere fondness. From her chat records with the Prince of the Night, I could tell she was somewhat infatuated with him.
Whether it was because she had genuinely developed feelings or because Liao Wen's tearful confession had unsettled her, I needed to resolve this matter quickly. Anything that could potentially threaten the bond between my wife and me had to be nipped in the bud without hesitation.
My wife's mood remained low throughout the day. Aside from occasionally speaking with me, she spent most of her time chatting on her phone. I didn't press further. Sometimes, certain topics are easier to discuss with someone other than your partner.
I guessed she was likely chatting with the Prince of the Night. I knew my wife too well. Before we started wife-swapping, she was entirely focused on her work. Her WeChat was strictly for professional use, with no one to chat with casually.
Perhaps this was for the best. If the Prince of the Night could truly captivate her, once we started a new round of swapping, she might quickly forget the unhappiness of these past few days.
I discreetly sent a message to the Prince of the Night, urging him to speed things up.
Prince of the Night: Brother, my summer vacation is about to start. I want to move fast too, but the subtle hints I've been dropping aren't getting any response from your wife. You'll need to help me out.
Me: How can I help?
Prince of the Night: Brother, could you and your wife avoid having sex for a while? If her needs aren't being met, she might be more willing to talk about those things with me.
I frowned and hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, I thought the kid had a point. So, I agreed.
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