Chapter 3.

　　"What man? Hubby what are you talking about?"
Wife staggered for a moment surprised, lowered her head and hurriedly dried her body, but let me feel as if she was avoiding her eyes.
"I read the contents of your WeChat, I just want to know who that man is? It can make you do these things so shamelessly."
I did not expect her to pretend not to know until now, things have come to this point can only pick apart to say.

The wife seems to see that I am serious, some panic, and hastily took over the phone to look at, and then cried and laughed and rolled a white eye humming: "Husband, she is my colleague, is a woman, this vinegar you also eat ah."
My wife said she could not be bothered to dry herself and hurriedly lost the password while whispering to me, "I changed the password for my husband, you're going to have a birthday next month, and they all guessed the password for my cell phone when I opened it up for you.
Then she clicked on that person's friend circle and opened it for me to see.
I took the phone and looked carefully at the circle of friends, and sure enough, it was a woman, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, although not as beautiful as his wife, but also considered a beauty.
"What's with the thong in your bag and the slap marks on your butt? And how did the pantyhose break?"
I was slightly relieved but didn't dare to be careless.
"I was more than a little self-conscious as a wife when I saw your lack of interest the other day, so I went to buy a thong from work, intending to wear it for you tonight."
"Speaking of bruises red I am embarrassed to say, Manting sister, noo, it is this woman on WeChat, she complimented me on my body in the dressing room, did not hold back on my buttocks, and also gave me that, wearing this, it is best to shave the bottom to look good, and I was hesitant for a long time before I made up my mind."
"As for the pantyhose, it was too hot to take them off, maybe the quality was too poor, and I accidentally messed them up when I got my hands dirty taking them off in the locker room."
The wife pouted shyly, "Now my butt still hurts a little from her spanking, husband you rub it for me."
"Where did you buy that thong?" I glanced at the side of her ass cheeks that made one's eyes glaze over.
"It's over at the Wanda Mall, I can't remember exactly which one."