Chapter 7 CH 7

Chris

Fifteen minutes later, Lisa left. Could she have gone shopping first before finally leaving with another man? What happened? I was very curious and angry. I didn't expect her to take advantage of such a small opportunity to be with her lover.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"No," I replied flatly.

"What we saw today is only part of it. My suggestion is that we follow Mrs. Lisa from early in the morning. That way, you can confirm her activities for yourself, and if she is indeed having an affair, she should return to meet the man. It's just a suggestion," Mark said.

Mark was right. I will try to follow her all day tomorrow.

"Okay, we'll follow your suggestion tomorrow. One more thing, find out who sent the mysterious letter."

However, Mark's eyes widened and his brow furrowed. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"The letter was just left there on the park bench. Unfortunately, the CCTV cameras around the park are still under maintenance, so we can't confirm who left the letter there. But I'll keep investigating."

Not long after, Lisa left. I asked Mark to follow her. It turned out she went back home.

From everything I witnessed that morning, what if Lisa was just meeting her friend? Before marrying her, she had many friends compared to me. Spraying perfume on her body inside the car was normal. But drying her hair inside the car wasn't.

After making sure Lisa went inside the house, Mark and I returned to the office. That night, when I got home, I acted normally as if I knew nothing. I saw Lisa acting normally. She was active and efficient in taking care of the household chores. That's why my mother liked her so much.

Two hours before midnight, when everyone had gone to their bedrooms, I left my bedroom on the pretext that I had something to do because I had to email that night. Without suspicion, Lisa allowed me to go and asked me to hurry back.

To avoid suspicion, I deliberately turned on the lights in the study and my laptop. Then I hurried to the laundry room. Earlier that day at the supermarket, I had deliberately asked the housekeeper not to wash all the clothes because I had some new clothes to give her the next day. The housekeeper understood and postponed washing our clothes that day.

I turned on the laundry room light, and near the washing machine, I saw a large basket of clothes ready to be washed and a small basket next to it containing underwear ready to be washed. Among the pile of underwear, I saw Lisa's pink underwear.

I had seen her wearing those panties that morning. When I looked more closely, among the pile of bras, I found Lisa's black panties. I took both panties and saw that the middle part was wet and sticky with white fluid.

I realized what I did that night might disgust, but I did it solely to confirm the doubts in my heart.

When I brought the wet and sticky part close to my nose, I smelled nothing unusual at all. Could that mysterious letter have influenced me? But the oddness in the car still puzzled me.

Suddenly, I heard the bedroom door open. I quickly put the underwear in the basket, turned off the laundry room light, and rushed to the kitchen to pretend to pour tea.

Luckily, I did everything just in time. Just as I was pouring tea into the cup, Lisa entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

"I thought you were in the study," she said.

"Suddenly, I wanted a cup of tea," I replied while finishing the tea in the cup. If only she had caught me in the laundry room holding her underwear, I didn't know what would have happened, because I had never entered the laundry room at all. Lisa and the head maid handled all household chores.

Suddenly, Lisa hugged me from behind and rested her head on my back. "Chris, have you finished your work?"

"Almost. What's wrong?" I stroked her hand, but I stayed in the same position.

"I can't sleep without you. I'll wait in the bedroom. Tonight, I'll sleep with no clothes on," she whispered. Then, her hand touched my sensitive area.

Ah. As a man, of course, I was aroused. Lisa was indeed skilled at teasing and arousing my libido. Throughout our thirteen years of marriage, she had never failed to seduce me. And as far as I knew, our sex life was fine. There were no issues. So, if she was indeed cheating and sleeping with many men, what was her reason?

Lisa walked away from the kitchen with a seductive look. That night, she invited me to have sex with her. However, even though my desire was rising, the odd incident at the supermarket made my desire fade. But if I refused, she would become suspicious.

I played along with her game.

After turning off the laptop and the office lights, I hurried into the bedroom, and Lisa was already lying on the bed, naked. And she always tempted my resolve.

At first, she seemed like a goddess descended from heaven to me. Her beautiful body and sexy voice always enchanted me. But, after tomorrow, if I find out the truth, I'm sure my view of her will change completely.

Under the moonlight that shone brightly that night, we enjoyed an extraordinary union. Lisa's agile movements on top of me made me feel like I was flying high. I closed my eyes and let Lisa take control of my body.

"Ah." The moans that escaped our lips echoed throughout the room.

It felt truly extraordinary and indescribable, so much so that small moans escaped my lips and joined Lisa's moans as she moved actively on top of me.

I held her hands, occasionally squeezing her breasts, which were the perfect size for me. My wife's body was like an addiction to me. I always adored her.

The union in the middle of the night, accompanied by passionate kisses, finally ended when we both reached the peak of pleasure. Lisa's body lay limp on top of mine, and I could hear her labored breathing.

That night, we slept in each other's arms until the next morning.

The next morning, as scheduled, after breakfast, Lisa would take Alice to school. Usually, I would work briefly in my study room before heading to the office. But that morning, I left the house directly because Mark was already waiting for me at a certain place.

We were ready to carry out the mission.