When I got back to the entrance of the community unit building after get off work, I saw Lao Wang next door pushing his baby bicycle out.
Lao Wang is in his forties, half a head taller than me, strong body, almost bald hair, only the sideburns are a little shallow white.
I know Lao Wang and have had dinner at his house. It should be considered a good family, but I am actually not very familiar with him.
At the beginning, my wife was quite familiar with his wife, so we met.
Unfortunately, since his wife separated from him and lived with his son, we have actually not had much contact.
But you still have to say hello when you meet.
Hi!Lao Wang!I greeted him routinely.
When Lao Wang saw me, he showed his yellow teeth that were covered in black due to excessive smoking and smiled: Hi!Then he rode on the front of the car and walked back.
I was not surprised, but I shook my head in my heart, and I felt a little strange. At this time, everyone was walking home, why did he go out?
But then he thought about it. He lived alone at home and had a high degree of freedom when he wanted to go.
Maybe this time I'm going out for supper.
I took the elevator upstairs, took out the key and opened the door, and smelled the scent of food.
I'm back!I shouted to the kitchen, then went to change my clothes and wash my hands.
My wife Xiaoxian, after graduating from college, went to class for two years, and was laid off by the company. She is not a career-oriented woman, so she simply stopped looking for a job and became a full-time housewife at home.
Despite this, I still share the housework with her, not the kind of person who plays games with her legs crossed her legs when she gets home.
After getting these first things to do when I get home, I walked into the kitchen and saw my wife opening the lid and adding something to a pot of soup.I hugged her waist from behind.
My wife is naturally beautiful, gentle and virtuous. If she wears high heels, she will be almost as tall as me.
I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and placed my hands on her tight belly. I felt her body temperature thin at home taking, put my chin on her shoulders, smelled the faint fragrance of shower gel on her body, closed my eyes to relieve the fatigue of the day of work.
My wife's body curve is undeniable.
She was not idle at home either. She often went out to exercise, with her chest bulging with her C-cup.
My hands slowly moved up.
She suddenly shrugged her shoulders, threw my head away, and said impatiently: Let's go away, don't get in the way!
I opened my eyes and smiled. Her impatientness was just our usual flirting action.
During dinner, I talked and laughed, and talked about some major domestic and foreign events and social interesting stories.
Looking at her smiling face as beautiful as Gao Yuanyuan, I felt infinitely satisfied and felt the unusual happy moments of being able to eat together at supper time.
Because most of the time, I have to work overtime. When I go home, my wife has eaten it, so I can only eat the hot meals she hastily.
After dinner and after washing the dishes, I saw my wife watching TV in the living room, so I turned to the balcony to take a breath and smoke a cigarette.
In the late winter evening, the sky was completely dark. Looking from the high-rise, there were endless streams of cars coming and going on the streets under the street lights, and the sound of whistles came one after another.
I took a deep breath of cigarettes and exhaled from my nose, feeling refreshed, but when I went to dust the ashes, I suddenly found two cigarette butts scattered in the ashtray on the small table on the balcony.
I felt a little nervous for no reason. I have always cleaned the ashtray by myself. I just turned the ash over this morning.
I opened my mouth and wanted to ask my wife if someone had ever been to her family today, but I felt it was inappropriate, so I closed my mouth again.
I bent down and looked at the two cigarette butts carefully. I could only speculate that if a person smoked two cigarettes at a time, he would generally stay on the balcony for less than fifteen minutes.
If a person comes to visit someone else's house and can stay on the balcony for fifteen minutes to smoke two cigarettes, then he will not be at home for less than two hours, otherwise it will be a bit strange.
This also applies to the situation where a person smokes these two cigarettes in two sessions.
Of course, it is possible that two smokers came.
However, in either case, it was a bit strange that my wife didn't mention it during supper.
Should I go straight or should I hit it indirectly?
I hesitated.
I'm not good at speaking either.
The heart is like lightning. Who doesn’t know what is popular in the online literature now?
What should be checked first in this situation? There are routines.
I immediately pinched my cigarette, walked back to the room and went into the bedroom to look at the bed sheets, which were still the light pink ones I had yesterday, so I went into the laundry room again.
The laundry room is a very small room with a drum washing machine, two laundry baskets and a clothes drying rack.
The clothes were full of clothes on the clothes drying rack.
I know that my wife washed these yesterday and was almost done.
The underwear hanging on it is mine and hers, which are colorful.
The shapes that belong to her are similar, they are very ordinary women's briefs.
My mouth was dry, and my hands were trembling one by one to touch her underwear hanging there.
The first, the second, the third... were all dry, but when I touched the innermost one, the wet feeling pierced into my heart along the tactile nerve in my hand.
After scanning the light, I saw a pink bath towel thrown in the laundry basket.I picked it up and looked at it. It was dry overall, but the middle was so wet, with white marks.I smelled it and the smell was a bit fishy.
My mind was buzzing. I might have thought a lot for a while, or I might have thought nothing. I don’t know, and I don’t know how long I stood there until the sound of my wife flushing the toilet in the next bathroom woke me up from the petrified state.
I took a deep look at the wet panties, black and triangular, which seemed to be narrower than other panties.
I touched it with my hands again, confirming that this was not my illusion, and then turned away from the laundry room and turned into the kitchen.
The trash can at home is there.
But when I opened the trash can and saw that it was full of rotten vegetables and leaves, I immediately gave up the idea of flipping through and couldn't do it.
At night, I leaned against my wife and watched TV.
Actually, I have no interest in the Korean, Japanese, Hong Kong, and Chinese dramas she likes to watch, but I don’t spend much time with her on weekdays, so as long as I am at home, I always accompany her to watch randomly.
My mind was in a mess, and although I was silent, my heart was beating.
A pair of wet underwear can’t tell what the problem is. Women wash their underwear suddenly for many reasons.
But when it comes to the cigarette butts on the balcony and the bath towel, the dark clouds in my heart are hard to dissipate.
Divergent thinking leads me to deeper darkness.
I couldn't help but think, maybe, I can see what clues are there in her lower body?
When to hand over public grain at night?
But I just handed Ah the day before yesterday.
When I was in high school and college, I was still very strong. I was not bragging about seven times a night, but after working for the past few years, the pressure and overtime work day after day have caused my sexual ability to decline sharply. Now it is my limit to be able to maintain once a week.
I secretly left my wife with my light.
She is watching the movie attentively.
The beauty of his wife is not only about appearance, but also about temperament. Due to her higher education, she is different from those third- and fourth-tier stars with heavy makeup. Her beauty is not that kind of vulgar but is the quiet and elegant in her bones.
Coupled with the healthy modernity brought by her frequent fitness, she is simply a fairy who descends to the mortal world.
It’s just that my wife doesn’t wear makeup often, so she won’t be too eye-catching in public.
At this time, the light in the living room was a little dim, and the light and shadow on the TV were also changing lightly and darkly on her face.
I vaguely feel that she looks good and is in a good mood.
I held her hand, warm.
My wife turned her head and looked at me, slowly leaned her head on my shoulder, and continued to watch TV.
I made up my mind that I could not draw any conclusions so easily, and I had to investigate.
Maybe a plumber came to my home. I worked for a long time and smoked and took a break on the balcony.
After he left, his wife masturbated on the bed.
It seems a bit bizarre, but it is easier to accept.
But there is a famous saying that says: Once suspicion arises, the crime is immediately established.
Lao Wang is in his forties, half a head taller than me, strong body, almost bald hair, only the sideburns are a little shallow white.
I know Lao Wang and have had dinner at his house. It should be considered a good family, but I am actually not very familiar with him.
At the beginning, my wife was quite familiar with his wife, so we met.
Unfortunately, since his wife separated from him and lived with his son, we have actually not had much contact.
But you still have to say hello when you meet.
Hi!Lao Wang!I greeted him routinely.
When Lao Wang saw me, he showed his yellow teeth that were covered in black due to excessive smoking and smiled: Hi!Then he rode on the front of the car and walked back.
I was not surprised, but I shook my head in my heart, and I felt a little strange. At this time, everyone was walking home, why did he go out?
But then he thought about it. He lived alone at home and had a high degree of freedom when he wanted to go.
Maybe this time I'm going out for supper.
I took the elevator upstairs, took out the key and opened the door, and smelled the scent of food.
I'm back!I shouted to the kitchen, then went to change my clothes and wash my hands.
My wife Xiaoxian, after graduating from college, went to class for two years, and was laid off by the company. She is not a career-oriented woman, so she simply stopped looking for a job and became a full-time housewife at home.
Despite this, I still share the housework with her, not the kind of person who plays games with her legs crossed her legs when she gets home.
After getting these first things to do when I get home, I walked into the kitchen and saw my wife opening the lid and adding something to a pot of soup.I hugged her waist from behind.
My wife is naturally beautiful, gentle and virtuous. If she wears high heels, she will be almost as tall as me.
I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and placed my hands on her tight belly. I felt her body temperature thin at home taking, put my chin on her shoulders, smelled the faint fragrance of shower gel on her body, closed my eyes to relieve the fatigue of the day of work.
My wife's body curve is undeniable.
She was not idle at home either. She often went out to exercise, with her chest bulging with her C-cup.
My hands slowly moved up.
She suddenly shrugged her shoulders, threw my head away, and said impatiently: Let's go away, don't get in the way!
I opened my eyes and smiled. Her impatientness was just our usual flirting action.
During dinner, I talked and laughed, and talked about some major domestic and foreign events and social interesting stories.
Looking at her smiling face as beautiful as Gao Yuanyuan, I felt infinitely satisfied and felt the unusual happy moments of being able to eat together at supper time.
Because most of the time, I have to work overtime. When I go home, my wife has eaten it, so I can only eat the hot meals she hastily.
After dinner and after washing the dishes, I saw my wife watching TV in the living room, so I turned to the balcony to take a breath and smoke a cigarette.
In the late winter evening, the sky was completely dark. Looking from the high-rise, there were endless streams of cars coming and going on the streets under the street lights, and the sound of whistles came one after another.
I took a deep breath of cigarettes and exhaled from my nose, feeling refreshed, but when I went to dust the ashes, I suddenly found two cigarette butts scattered in the ashtray on the small table on the balcony.
I felt a little nervous for no reason. I have always cleaned the ashtray by myself. I just turned the ash over this morning.
I opened my mouth and wanted to ask my wife if someone had ever been to her family today, but I felt it was inappropriate, so I closed my mouth again.
I bent down and looked at the two cigarette butts carefully. I could only speculate that if a person smoked two cigarettes at a time, he would generally stay on the balcony for less than fifteen minutes.
If a person comes to visit someone else's house and can stay on the balcony for fifteen minutes to smoke two cigarettes, then he will not be at home for less than two hours, otherwise it will be a bit strange.
This also applies to the situation where a person smokes these two cigarettes in two sessions.
Of course, it is possible that two smokers came.
However, in either case, it was a bit strange that my wife didn't mention it during supper.
Should I go straight or should I hit it indirectly?
I hesitated.
I'm not good at speaking either.
The heart is like lightning. Who doesn’t know what is popular in the online literature now?
What should be checked first in this situation? There are routines.
I immediately pinched my cigarette, walked back to the room and went into the bedroom to look at the bed sheets, which were still the light pink ones I had yesterday, so I went into the laundry room again.
The laundry room is a very small room with a drum washing machine, two laundry baskets and a clothes drying rack.
The clothes were full of clothes on the clothes drying rack.
I know that my wife washed these yesterday and was almost done.
The underwear hanging on it is mine and hers, which are colorful.
The shapes that belong to her are similar, they are very ordinary women's briefs.
My mouth was dry, and my hands were trembling one by one to touch her underwear hanging there.
The first, the second, the third... were all dry, but when I touched the innermost one, the wet feeling pierced into my heart along the tactile nerve in my hand.
After scanning the light, I saw a pink bath towel thrown in the laundry basket.I picked it up and looked at it. It was dry overall, but the middle was so wet, with white marks.I smelled it and the smell was a bit fishy.
My mind was buzzing. I might have thought a lot for a while, or I might have thought nothing. I don’t know, and I don’t know how long I stood there until the sound of my wife flushing the toilet in the next bathroom woke me up from the petrified state.
I took a deep look at the wet panties, black and triangular, which seemed to be narrower than other panties.
I touched it with my hands again, confirming that this was not my illusion, and then turned away from the laundry room and turned into the kitchen.
The trash can at home is there.
But when I opened the trash can and saw that it was full of rotten vegetables and leaves, I immediately gave up the idea of flipping through and couldn't do it.
At night, I leaned against my wife and watched TV.
Actually, I have no interest in the Korean, Japanese, Hong Kong, and Chinese dramas she likes to watch, but I don’t spend much time with her on weekdays, so as long as I am at home, I always accompany her to watch randomly.
My mind was in a mess, and although I was silent, my heart was beating.
A pair of wet underwear can’t tell what the problem is. Women wash their underwear suddenly for many reasons.
But when it comes to the cigarette butts on the balcony and the bath towel, the dark clouds in my heart are hard to dissipate.
Divergent thinking leads me to deeper darkness.
I couldn't help but think, maybe, I can see what clues are there in her lower body?
When to hand over public grain at night?
But I just handed Ah the day before yesterday.
When I was in high school and college, I was still very strong. I was not bragging about seven times a night, but after working for the past few years, the pressure and overtime work day after day have caused my sexual ability to decline sharply. Now it is my limit to be able to maintain once a week.
I secretly left my wife with my light.
She is watching the movie attentively.
The beauty of his wife is not only about appearance, but also about temperament. Due to her higher education, she is different from those third- and fourth-tier stars with heavy makeup. Her beauty is not that kind of vulgar but is the quiet and elegant in her bones.
Coupled with the healthy modernity brought by her frequent fitness, she is simply a fairy who descends to the mortal world.
It’s just that my wife doesn’t wear makeup often, so she won’t be too eye-catching in public.
At this time, the light in the living room was a little dim, and the light and shadow on the TV were also changing lightly and darkly on her face.
I vaguely feel that she looks good and is in a good mood.
I held her hand, warm.
My wife turned her head and looked at me, slowly leaned her head on my shoulder, and continued to watch TV.
I made up my mind that I could not draw any conclusions so easily, and I had to investigate.
Maybe a plumber came to my home. I worked for a long time and smoked and took a break on the balcony.
After he left, his wife masturbated on the bed.
It seems a bit bizarre, but it is easier to accept.
But there is a famous saying that says: Once suspicion arises, the crime is immediately established.
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