After dinner, we strolled around for a while before heading home. Along the way, my wife didn't bring up the "escort" matter again. The atmosphere between us became a bit awkward, like a couple just starting to date or a husband and wife about to separate peacefully. I suggested we go watch a movie, and she readily agreed. We sat in a corner of the theater; she leaned against me, holding my hand without saying a word. I could feel she was somewhat distracted, and the evil fire in my heart was slowly extinguishing.
After the movie, we got back to the rental apartment close to midnight. My wife came out of the bathroom with a flushed face after her shower. She was wearing a rose-red silk slip nightdress, the hem so short it barely covered her butt. Though simple in style, the dress was expensive—it was a gift from her ex-boyfriend. Back then, she had worn it and been fucked by him countless times. Later, when we started dating, she wanted to throw it away, but I stopped her. I also liked her wearing this dress to have sex with me. When things got intense, I could hardly tell if I was fucking her or if that man from back then was using my body to fuck her hard.
Now, on her somewhat plump body, this dress had lost its former radiant effect. The skirt was deformed by her protruding belly, making her heavy breasts look as if they were tightly strapped in, which appeared somewhat comical.
I sat on the simple living room sofa scrolling through my phone. Messages from banks and credit cards demanding repayment made me restless. Seeing my wife come out with wet hair, I simply tossed the phone aside, walked up to hug her, and tried to kiss her. Since the "bankruptcy," her body had become my only placebo; having sex with her let me temporarily forget those troubles and find brief pleasure in the climax of ejaculation.
My wife didn't respond as enthusiastically as usual. She broke free from my arms, sat by the sofa, then took out a hairdryer from the small cabinet nearby and started drying her hair. I had no choice but to sit beside her silently waiting for her to finish. Awkwardly, I said, "I failed the ride-hailing driver exam. They said there's an issue with my credit record."
My wife glanced at me sideways, silently put away the hairdryer, then picked up my phone from the side and walked straight into the bedroom. I tried to follow, but she locked the door behind her.
The wife who locked herself inside didn't respond to my knocking. After a while, I heard faint talking coming from the bedroom. I pressed against the door trying to hear what she was saying, but her voice was too soft to make out the words—only her occasional "Mm, mm! Mm." as if answering some questions.
After some time, I heard the door lock click, but she didn't come out. I pushed the door open; the lights inside had been turned off at some point. My wife was lying on her side on the bed looking at her phone, while mine had been tossed aside.
I took off my clothes and lay down beside her. On the phone screen was a bank transfer notification showing that 6000 yuan had just been transferred out...
"What did you just do?" Although I had already guessed the answer, I still found it hard to believe.
My wife didn't answer my question and said flatly, "Nothing much. Found a job."
"You decided without discussing it with me?"
"What's there to discuss? Didn't you already make the contact?"
I hugged her from behind, pressing my inexplicably erect cock tightly against the cleft of her round butt.
"Don't get excited yet. They said with me being this fat, I might not have any clients who like me!"
I wanted to say "How could no one like you?" but swallowed the words back. For a moment, I didn't know how to comfort her.
Thinking it might be better to just go to sleep—tomorrow morning I had an interview for a delivery rider job—my wife suddenly turned around, straddled me without a word, and sealed my mouth with her warm, moist lips. I opened my mouth to respond to her passionate kiss, feeling a snake-like tongue slip into my mouth and stir continuously...