Wife With Desires

Confronting

Back to home, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and my wife hadn't come home yet. The house felt empty.

After taking a shower and browsing my phone for a while, it was already half-past eleven. My wife would have been home by now, and it felt strange to be alone in the empty house.

It's only an hour's drive from airport to our house. So many hours have passed, and my wife still hasn't come home. This made me extremely anxious. Seeing my wife change her jacket and shirt in the video, along with her previous unusual behavior, I felt a lingering sense of insecurity.

Could my wife be having an affair now that she's not home? I've seen many corporate employees cheating on their spouses by driving to parking lot at night and having intimate encounters in the car before going their separate ways.Some even do it in the office.

My mind started to wander, and I even suspected that my wife might be having a rendezvous affair with another man in the car...

I dialed my wife's number, the call went through, but my wife didn't immediately answer. It took about ten seconds before she picked up.

"Hello! Honey!!" My wife's gentle voice came through the phone.

"Helen, where are you?" I asked.

"Honey, I'm almost home," she replied. Then she asked, "Honey, what do you want for supper? I'll bring it back for you."

"Nothing special."

"Honey, I'll be home soon."

As she said this, my wife hurriedly hung up the phone, as if afraid I might hear something. Sitting on the sofa, I looked at my phone. I had intended to call her again, but since my wife told me she was almost home, I didn't call again.

I went to the balcony and sat down, watching the traffic below, trying to see who was bringing my wife home.

After about ten minutes, a high-end Lexus stopped in front of my building. The driver's face was too dark to see clearly due to the dim light, but I could tell it was a man for sure. And the woman in the passenger seat must be my wife.

My wife got out of the car, her clothes slightly wrinkled, her hair a bit messy but not too messy. She was carrying a meal box, probably the supper she bought for me.

She smiled at the man in the car, placed the meal box on a chair, tidied her slightly messy hair and clothes, and then walked upstairs.

I took a deep breathe on my cigarette. Suddenly, my head was filled with countless running horses. Why do I feel so betrayal?

My wife has cheated on me. The man in the Lexus is her lover.

The thought made my heart tremble. My wife, who has been with me for so many years, is actually cheating on me with another man,.Thinking about it made my heart ache.

Soon, the sound of the door opening came, and my wife came home.She was wearing a light green skirt. She was wearing pants when she left home in the morning. Why did she change into a skirt? Changing into a skirt would make it easier to have an affair, right? Just lift up the skirt and...

"Honey, I'm back. Look, I bought you thai food." My wife's face was full of smiles.

Looking at the thai foodsoup my wife bought for me, I had no appetite at all, staring at her with a straight face.

"Honey, why are you so unhappy? Don't you like thai food?" My wife looked at me curiously, pouting slightly, looking a little aggrieved.

"Helen, why did you change all your clothes? Even your pants have been changed to a skirt?" I stared at my wife's body.

My wife was stunned for a moment, then said with a hint of grievance, "Honey, I've had a really bad day. I encountered a bad driver."

"A bad driver?"

"Yeah, I was shopping, and there was a puddle on the road. When a car passed by, it splashed me all over, so I had to change into this outfit."

My wife explained like this.

"Oh, then who was the man who brought you back just now?" I asked.

Hearing my question, my wife avoided my gaze, "Didn't I tell you? It was Helen's husband who brought me back."

I wanted to say that my wife got out of the car looking disheveled, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. After all, it's about my wife's reputation. If I asked directly, it would lead to a fight.

Of course, my wife didn't look disheveled, just her hair and clothes were a bit messy.

"Honey, what's wrong with you today? Why are you asking all these questions?" My wife looked at me with a curious expression, placing the late night she bought for me on the table. "Honey, don't you trust me?"

"I..."

"You don't trust me."

As she said this, my wife looked very aggrieved, almost on the verge of tears.

My wife's explanations seemed reasonable, and without any evidence, what could I say?

"You're my wife, of course, I trust you," I said against my better judgment.

"I'm tired. I'll go take a shower first. After drinking the tom yum soup you bought for me, I'll rest. I have to go to work tomorrow."

My wife lowered her head, placed her bag on the sofa, walked into the room to get some clothes, and then walked out of the room to prepare to take a shower.

I walked over from behind and hugged my wife's slender waist, gently kissing her neck.

Suddenly, I smelled a masculine scent.

Although I'm not very knowledgeable about perfumes, I know this is the scent of a men's cologne.There was even a hint of men's cologne on my wife's hair. Did she have it on her body too?

I leaned down to smell!

My wife seemed to realize something. She turned around and gently pushed me away, "Honey, you're too rush for that."

As she said this, she hurried into the bathroom.

"Wife, why do you smell like men's cologne? What's going on?" I exploded, ready to get to the bottom of this.

If my wife was cheating on me with another man, I would definitely divorce her.

"Honey, I..."

Just as my wife was about to explain, her phone rang.

My wife picked up her phone, glanced at it, then glanced at me, and answered the phone, "Tommy, is there something you need from me so late at night?"

Alan Isn't Tommy my wife's male boss?

As far as I know, Tommy is handsome and charming. Many female employees have fallen for him, and even some of the business partners fancy him too.

"Nothing much, I just wanted to have a conversation."

"Alan, there's nothing else. I need to rest now." My wife decisively hung up the phone on Tommy.