I woke up late on my day off. Around noon, I called my wife, something I do every day to put my mind at ease. After quickly getting ready, I went outside.
We live in an upscale neighborhood where most people are high-earning professionals. This is a result of the rapid changes this town has undergone in the last seven or eight years. I'm very fortunate to have grown from a clueless migrant worker in this upscale neighborhood into a sales leader with a bit of brains. This has been very inspiring for me, and I'm full of confidence for the future.
After eating at a street stall, I went to the mall and asked an acquaintance to get me a few small cameras. These things are hard to buy; they're mostly smuggled in. I had told my wife before that I wanted to install some cameras to ensure the safety of our home, but she was very opposed to it and called me a pervert.
Big hooligan.
No matter what I said, my wife wouldn't believe me.
Because we live in a high-end neighborhood with strict security, my wife was very suspicious of my requests, always thinking I had ulterior motives. In addition, strange female screams often came from my phone, so my wife started to be aggressive towards me. My explanation was just to cover it up, but she eventually pushed me to the limit, so I resorted to this tactic to keep it from her. After all, my starting point is to protect her, and nothing else matters.
But that's fine too. Even if she doesn't know, it's good that I can check on her anytime I'm not home.
I went home, picked a few places, and roughly set up the cameras. The smuggled goods were of poor quality, and the clarity was blurry no matter how I adjusted them, sometimes even unclear. But I made do with it, at least it gave me some peace of mind.
I didn't have much to do in the afternoon, so I started browsing the internet and editing videos at home. When school let out, I drove to the school gate and saw my wife from afar. She walked in a very special way, exuding a strong sense of youth, as if she were one of the students there.
The only difference was that she wasn't wearing an overly plain school uniform, but rather a pair of exquisite blue skinny jeans. As she walked, her swaying legs created a delicate peach-like silhouette. Combined with her tight white short-sleeved top, her every glance accentuated her sexy yet unrestrained and playful nature.
I opened the car door, and while feeling delighted, I looked around. There were quite a few people here, and I noticed that most of them were admiring my wife, who stood out from the crowd. I'm not bragging, but the students around my wife were also looking at her, especially many tall boys. Under the influence of puberty, my wife's unique sexy allure was constantly confusing their eyes, but eventually, it became clear.
I didn't care at all; on the contrary, I was quite pleased with myself for having the resources.
Just then, a few discordant whistles came from not far away. A few green-haired hooligans were shouting and making indecent gestures outside the wall. One of them even reached into his pants and scratched himself, looking sleazy and roguish.
As my wife drew closer, I became a little angry when I saw that they were teasing her instead. Although we live in a society governed by law, the town's security is not very good, especially around the school, where fights and brawls are commonplace, not to mention other places. I ignored them and squeezed to the front of the crowd.
"Oh, honey, you're here! Ugh, I'm exhausted. Quick, help me carry this. Do you have any water? I'm thirsty!"
"You've worked hard, honey. Here, I have some water in the car. Let's go!"
I took the bag my wife handed me, then put my arm around her waist. My wife leaned against me sweetly. I turned around and glared at the thug, showing my masculine side in front of my wife. My wife chuckled. I knew why she laughed; she knew that if I started fighting with them, I would basically be done for. Don't let my height fool you, I'm really not good at fighting. I wanted to show my wife what I could do, at least she liked it.
We got into the car, and my wife eagerly started drinking water. She drank very quickly, water dripping down her chin. I told her to slow down, and she wiped her mouth and sighed with relief.
"Oh no, we're going to be late again! Hurry up, honey!"
"clear!"
I drove to the yoga club in the neighborhood. My wife ran in without closing the car door. Through the glass, I saw the girls in the yoga room doing the same poses, and some old men were mixed in with them, staring intently at the exaggerated movements. They couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all, just staring longingly. I found these old men's lack of respect quite amusing.
I was initially reluctant to let my wife come here because I always thought yoga studios were too open. Just last time, I saw a male instructor doing stretches for a female customer. Goodness, the instructor ran his hand up the woman's thigh, all the way to the groin, just 2 centimeters away from that spot, maybe even less. After seeing this, I started to object, but my wife never agreed with my idea and insisted on practicing here, claiming it was to protect her figure.
I know my wife is very concerned about maintaining her figure, but this is something that any man would find troublesome and difficult to resist. Besides, given her nature, if someone takes advantage of her, I would be at a huge loss.
I told my wife that we had to find a female coach, not a male one. My wife scolded me for being too old-fashioned and out of touch with reality. During the stalemate, she asked me why I thought so badly of him, etc.
I insisted that she do it this way, and she understood what I meant. In the end, she pouted as if she agreed, and only then did I feel at ease letting her go.
After seeing my wife off, I went to the market. I have to go on a business trip the day after tomorrow, and I won't have many days to spend with my wife in the future, so I wanted to have a romantic time with her before getting things done.
I got home around 6 o'clock. I thought my wife should be back soon, so I put two bottles of red wine in the microwave, heated up a good cooked steak, and then put a candle in a glass of water and started to wait.
As time went by, I became a little puzzled. I got up and drew back the curtains. Many of the lights in the yoga room across the street were off, and it seemed that most of the people had left. I waited for a while, but still didn't see my wife come out.
At that moment, I felt something was wrong. I had a feeling that my wife had been assaulted. I quickly put on my coat and ran out of the building as fast as I could.
After entering the yoga room, I found that all the customers in the room where my wife was practicing had left. I started to worry; something was wrong.
After some time, I searched upstairs and downstairs and asked around, but none of them had seen my wife.
Just then, a waiter came over and said to me, "Are you in the basement? I think I just saw your lover!"
"You have a basement here?"
"Yes, that's a service offered as a gift to VIP customers."
I quickly thanked him and hurried downstairs.
There aren't many rooms in the basement, but they are all enclosed and soundproof, with a sign on each room that says "Platinum VIP Do Not Disturb".
I didn't know which room my wife was in, so I started searching randomly. After knocking on the door, a panting, flushed male coach came out. I looked inside, and he tried to block me, but I still caught a glimpse. The woman inside was a senior executive from downstairs from my apartment. The moment I saw her, my heart surged with intense emotions, because I saw her stand up, half-naked, wrapped in a towel, and enter the bathroom. She was covered in sweat, and I could see her exposed nipples.
"Hey! What are you looking at! Who are you looking for?" the male coach asked warily. He was covered in sweat and kept adjusting the towel around his waist.
"Uh, sorry, I remembered the room number wrong. Sorry to bother you!"
I walked away, and the male coach stuck his head out, glanced at me, and then looked around warily a few times.
His actions made me timid. Suddenly, I felt like I had entered a place I could never have imagined, which made me anxious. When I knocked on the door again, I heard voices from behind me not far away.
"Phew! Xiaorui, you were great today! I'll practice some other positions with you tomorrow! I can't go on today, but I'll last longer tomorrow, hehe~ Hurry up and put your clothes on."
"..." The woman's voice was very weak and could not be heard clearly, but one could sense that she was not very old.
I quickly turned around, and in front of me, a shirtless old man, sweating profusely, walked out. He was dressed like a yoga instructor. At the same time, a slender, white arm slowly closed the door, and the bare shoulder was still damp with sweat. It was delicate and familiar, revealing most of a naked, full breast. In the short time I was stunned by the red mark, the old man turned around and saw me. He smiled happily, panting heavily, and his eyes gleamed with a light that all men understand, a green glint.
He left with a light, smiling face. He seemed very tired; his legs swayed as he walked, and sweat soaked his tight pants. As he left, I stood there completely dumbfounded. That fleeting sense of familiarity left me feeling lost and I didn't even want to touch the door, because I knew that what was inside would be unspeakable.