My Wife Got Pregnant, So I Cheated With Her Best Friend. Then My Life Turned Into A Nightmare I Can Never Wake Up From. My name is Knox. I just turned 30 this year and consider myself a winner at life. I have a house, a car, a decent job, stable income, and a beautiful wife. Life is pretty great. Oh, and my house and car are both very high-end. But recently, I’ve been troubled by something. My wife Quincy is pregnant, three months along now. Pregnancy is certainly a good thing. I’m not opposed to having kids – I’ve dreamed of having my own child. I eagerly look forward to the arrival of our new life. It’s just that now that Quincy is pregnant, we can’t be intimate anymore. I’m a normal man in my prime, with certain needs in that department. I can’t exactly take care of things myself every night. I hold myself to high standards and always follow the rules. I would absolutely never hire a prostitute or anything like that. So, I turned to Quincy’s best friend Kaia. Yes, exactly the kind of “turned to” that you’re thinking. Quincy and I graduated from the same university. Later we got hired at the same company after interviewing there. A year later, Kaia joined the company too. She didn’t go to school with us, but she and Quincy often hung out during college and really hit it off. They became best friends. Kaia comes over to our place all the time, to the point where we’re practically family. Kaia works in my department as my subordinate, so we have a lot of chances to interact. One time we were working late until 8pm. It was winter, so I offered to drive Kaia home. When we got to her building, she asked if I wanted to come up for a bit. Of course I knew this was a setup. Since it was a setup, I figured I might as well take the bait. We went upstairs. She said she was going to change clothes, and came out in a sheer negligee. She even brought me a glass of wine. I drank the wine while staring at her intently. Soon enough, our little get-together naturally progressed into sex. When I got home, Quincy was still waiting up for me. I felt a bit guilty. But very quickly, my mind filled with images of Kaia’s amazing body. I even had a dream that night, reliving the delicious experience with her. I finally understood why some people like to cheat. It’s so damn exciting. Where there’s a first time, there’s bound to be a second and third time. Sometimes at her place, sometimes at hotels. At first I still felt guilty, but after a few times I made peace with it. I told myself, I’m a man, I’m just fulfilling a physical need. At most it’s just a physical affair. I love my wife 100% and love our family. I have absolutely no intention of divorcing Quincy to marry some mistress. As for Kaia, she’s pretty agreeable. Whenever I ask her out, she comes. She’s very obedient and knows all kinds of positions. She even chats with me on Snapchat all the time, saying all kinds of explicit things. I can’t believe my wife has a friend like this. Who knows what kind of bad karma she must have accumulated in her past life. Before I knew it, the year was coming to an end. Quincy’s belly was getting bigger and bigger, so I took even more meticulous care of her. Plus with all the year-end work piling up at the company, I was busy from dawn to dusk. This meant I didn’t have time for Kaia anymore. After all, work and family are the real priorities. Having a mistress and hooking up can only be a hobby. Kaia sent me a few messages and photos – very sexy ones, with some even completely nude. But I only gave cold replies, saying I was busy and we’d talk later. She even came to my office, batting her eyelashes and sending flirtatious signals. I pretended not to notice. There are a lot of people at the company. As long as I didn’t respond, she couldn’t very well say anything in front of everyone. A few days later, I heard she had found a new boyfriend, some rich handsome guy. Later on she quit her job, saying she was moving down south with her boyfriend. I thought that would be the end of things between us. As long as we both kept our mouths shut, who would ever know I had slept with her? Let’s just pretend it was all a spring dream. A month later, it was almost New Year’s. Quincy and I were lying in bed. She was chatting with someone on her phone. Worried she might get too tired, I suggested we should sleep. She made a sound of agreement, then suddenly said to me: “Honey, I want to discuss something with you. My friend wants to stay at our place for a while.” “Which friend?” “Kaia.”
“Who?” “Kaia, the one who used to be in your department. My best friend, you know, the really pretty one.” Quincy blinked at me, her expression a bit strange. She thought I had forgotten who Kaia was. I quickly collected myself and said: “Of course I remember. What’s up with her?” Quincy snorted coldly: “She ran into a scumbag. Honey, can you believe how despicable some men are? They have a wife at home but still go looking for other women. Then they ghost after sleeping with them. Now she’s in a really bad situation.” “Ah, yeah, despicable.” What else could I say? I could hardly tell my wife “You’re right, your husband is exactly that kind of man.” Quincy continued: “The guy scammed her out of all her money. Now she can’t even pay rent. Honey, please let her stay with us for now. I’m pregnant, so she can help take care of me too.” Of course I disagreed. I may enjoy seeking thrills, but having my mistress and wife living under the same roof isn’t thrilling – it’s suicidal. “I don’t think that’s very convenient. If she has nowhere to stay, I can find her a place. Like a hotel, or a studio apartment.” Quincy immediately shook her head: “That won’t work. She’s emotionally unstable right now. When we met yesterday, she just kept crying. I’m worried she might do something rash. Honey, please let her stay. She won’t be any trouble at all, she’ll take good care of me. We are best friends after all.” At this point, what else could I say? I had to agree. Quincy handles HR at our company and always gets her way. If she hadn’t gotten married and pregnant, her position would probably be higher than mine by now. Plus her dad knows our company’s boss. I don’t dare contradict her easily. I felt increasingly guilty towards Quincy. She’s sacrificed so much for our family, yet here I am fooling around with her best friend on the side. I silently vowed to treat her well from now on. Otherwise, may heaven strike me down and curse me to a miserable death. As it turns out, “Men’s words are lies” is absolutely true. Men don’t just lie to women – they even lie to themselves. The next day, Kaia arrived. Compared to before, she looked quite haggard. You could tell that scumbag guy had really done a number on her. As soon as she saw Quincy, the two of them clasped hands and started chattering away, completely ignoring me. I found a chance to ask Quincy: “Kaia seems to be in great spirits. It doesn’t look as bad as you said.” Quincy pulled me aside and whispered: “Don’t let her appearance fool you. She’s actually very fragile inside. Don’t say anything more. Oh, and you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” I wanted to say something else, but Kaia was already calling Quincy over. Quincy gave me a little push and went over to her. Then she tossed my blanket and pillow onto the sofa. Quincy is too kind-hearted. At dinner, Kaia’s foot kicked me under the table. I ignored her. She took off her high heels and rubbed my foot with her stockinged toes. I simply stood up and said I was done eating. Quincy asked what was wrong. I just said I was full. After dinner, Quincy even scolded me in private for my bad attitude, saying I was giving Kaia the cold shoulder because I didn’t want her staying here. I didn’t want to argue, I just wanted to go to sleep quickly. The two women had a lot to chat about. The voices from the bedroom didn’t quiet down until after 10pm. I had a busy day with all kinds of things stressing me out. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep. Around 1 or 2am, I suddenly felt someone rubbing against me. I opened my eyes to find it was Kaia. She was wearing a sheer white negligee, seemingly the same one from that first night at her place. “Knox, you haven’t forgotten about me, have you?” With that, she expertly pounced on me. I broke out in a cold sweat. This is my home! And my wife is sleeping right next door!
I remember that time at Kaia’s place, we were on the sofa too. My mind wanted to resist, but my body couldn’t. We only stopped when we heard a sound from the bedroom. Kaia got off the sofa, tossed her hair, and said: “Quincy’s awake. I need to go back. Next time, we’ll continue.” She smiled at me, her eyes full of seduction. I turned my head away, not looking at her, but my mind was filled with thoughts of her. In front of me was a small night light. In its glow, I seemed to see my own pathetic figure sprawled on the sofa. As I said before, where there’s a first time, there’s bound to be a second. And where there’s a second, there will be countless more. And so, unsurprisingly, Kaia and I rekindled our old flame. Having an affair with your mistress right under your wife’s nose – even though I knew it was suicidal, I just couldn’t resist. A few times we almost got caught by Quincy. In those split-second moments, it was always Kaia who covered for me, allowing me to slip away undetected. I even pulled some strings to get Kaia back into the company. This way, we could meet at work too. And where we could meet, we could naturally do what we wanted to do. Kaia told me that Quincy had asked her to keep an eye on me, worried I might have an affair. She giggled as she said this. In her eyes, my wife – her good friend – was the biggest fool in the world. A couple days later, Kaia said her spirits had recovered and she was moving out. Quincy didn’t try to stop her, and even asked me to help Kaia move. Kaia even told Quincy she was going to find a boyfriend who treated her really well. Quincy asked how well. Kaia glanced at me and said, oh, as good as your husband. Quincy laughed, thinking Kaia was joking. There were just a few days left until New Year’s. My parents came to stay with us. They were here to help out, since we had a pregnant woman in the house and everything was inconvenient. Of course, this was mainly my mom’s job. My dad wanted to help but couldn’t do much, so he just did some chores and went grocery shopping. Dad is in great health. He was in the military when he was young. Even in his 60s he looks very energetic, with more black hair than grey. He likes to take walks morning and evening. It was precisely because of this habit that he happened to catch Kaia and me in the act that day. It was actually quite simple. That evening, Quincy asked Kaia and me to come over for dinner. She even asked Kaia if she had any dates lined up, if she’d found a boyfriend yet. Kaia said not yet, but she had someone in mind. Quincy pressed her on who it was, if she knew him. Kaia said it was a secret and changed the subject. I was driving with Kaia in the car when we got to the entrance of our neighborhood. Kaia told me to stop, and I didn’t know what she was planning but I pulled over anyway. She threw herself into my arms, saying she wanted to fool around a bit before going up. Without waiting for my agreement, she started taking action. I’m the type of man who just can’t resist women, especially clingy little vixens like Kaia. I guess I’m one of those guys who thinks with his lower half. After we finished and fixed our clothes, just as I was about to drive into the complex, I suddenly noticed someone standing at the entrance – it was my dad. I broke out in a cold sweat. Dad has always been strict. If he found out…that would be disastrous. That night, Kaia had dinner with us. At the table she had my mom laughing with delight. Dad was smiling too. But whenever our eyes met, the cold glint in his gaze made my heart tremble. After dinner, Quincy asked me to drive Kaia home. At the entrance to her building, she asked me: “Do you want a boy or a girl? A boy, right? After all, you’re an only child, so you have to consider carrying on the family line.” I didn’t say anything. Kaia continued: “Quincy is having a girl, trust me.” “I’d be happy with a girl too. Besides, even if I wanted a son, we could always have another.” “Oh really? Quincy says she won’t have any more kids. She’s a career-oriented woman. It’s already pretty good that she’s having one child for you.” She leaned in close and whispered in my ear: “I’ll have kids for you. As many as you want.” I looked at her coldly and pointed at the car door: “Get out.” By the time I got home, it was very late. I was yawning as I pushed open the door. My parents were both in the living room. Before I could say anything, my dad slapped me across the face, nearly swelling it up. “Dad, what are you–” “You know very well what!” Of course I knew. So I fell to my knees in front of him. “Dad, I was wrong. I just made a mistake. I…I’ve really ended things with her.” Mom tugged at Dad’s clothes, signaling him not to be so agitated. Dad sighed and said quietly: “Remember what you said. End things with that woman. If you keep messing around like this, our whole family will suffer.” I nodded vigorously, telling myself I really had to break it off with Kaia.
The next day, I called Kaia to my office. She came in and casually closed the door behind her, then pulled down the neckline of her top a bit. Seeing I didn’t react, she walked around my desk and sat right on my lap. “Don’t do this.” I told her, trying to push her away, but it was no use. She wouldn’t budge. As a man, if I really wanted to shove her off it would be easy as pie. But for some reason my hands stopped, while my eyes stared fixedly at her chest. From my position, with how she had pulled her top earlier, I had a perfect view down into the valleys of her breasts. She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear: “Seen enough? Want to go to a hotel tonight?” “Don’t do this.” “If you don’t want this, just push me away.” She was right. If I just pushed her away, it would all be over. I should push her away, but my hands and my body just wouldn’t listen. Willpower is a great thing, but I clearly didn’t have any. If I had any willpower, how could I still be entangled with her? She shifted slightly in my lap, stoking my desire. “You need to leave right now. I want to break up with you. I don’t want to see you again.” I blurted out urgently. She giggled: “What, you’re going to deny everything now that you’ve got what you wanted? Or did your dad see us yesterday and tell you to break it off?” “You…” I didn’t know what to say. She always seemed to lead me by the nose. Kaia shifted in my lap again, as if pressing our bodies even closer together. She said: “Just admit it. You like me. You like me more than your wife. I give you new excitement that she absolutely can’t give you. What breakup? You don’t even have the thought of pushing me away. You…” Her mouth moved closer and closer to mine. I could smell that special scent on her body. She was right, there was something about her that attracted me. I was completely infatuated. But no matter what, I had to make a clean break. Otherwise, my life would be ruined. Just then, the office door opened. A subordinate walked in. “Mr. Lin, about this afternoon’s meeting…Mr. Lin…um…” The newcomer was a young woman who had just joined recently. Seeing Kaia and me tangled together, her face immediately turned red. Kaia finally stood up on her own, smoothing her clothes and hair. She turned to the young woman and said: The young woman lowered her head and said: “I’m sorry, I came at a bad time. I’ll leave you two alone.” She was about to back out when Kaia grabbed her arm and pointed at me: “Go ahead and give your work report. I’m leaving.” Then she whispered in the young woman’s ear: “Mr. Lin and I don’t like closing doors. Want to try it with your boyfriend sometime? It’s super thrilling.” I knew it – she had deliberately left the door unlocked. It seems she has no intention of breaking up with me peacefully. She’s pushing things further, trying to force me to divorce Quincy so she can take her place. That’s impossible. Quincy and I have such a deep bond. How could I just end things? Quincy was with me when I had nothing. We’ve been through thick and thin together for so many years. How could I betray her? It’s true that Kaia is better at sweet talk, knows how to set the mood, and is more exciting in private. She… Suddenly I froze, rushing to the bathroom to stick my head under the faucet and douse myself with cold water. I looked up and stared at myself in the mirror, slapping my own face hard twice. Knox, you fucking bastard, what are you thinking? How could you compare your wife to that Kaia bitch?! How could you?! You shouldn’t even have such thoughts. You deserve to be slapped. Quincy is your wife. She’s been through thick and thin with you to build this family. Now she’s pregnant with your child! How could you think that way? You have no conscience! I have to break up with her. I have to cut off all contact. While there’s still time. My phone buzzed. A message from Kaia. “If you want to break up with me, come to the hotel tonight.” She didn’t say which hotel, but she didn’t need to. It was the same hotel where we had met in secret many times. There was even a room I kept reserved long-term. At 8pm that night, I told Quincy I had to work late. Quincy didn’t suspect a thing. In her mind, I was still that honest guy. She had no idea how much I had changed. I went up to that familiar room and knocked on the door. The door opened and Kaia appeared before me. She looked like she had just gotten out of the shower, with only a towel wrapped hastily around her body. The towel was small, exposing quite a bit on top and bottom. Looking closer, her skin was milky white, as if she wasn’t wearing anything at all. Her hair was damp, falling over her shoulders. Combined with that coquettish, seductive expression, the effect was irresistible.
“You’re here. Come in.” She backed up halfway, gesturing for me to enter. I didn’t move. I knew this was a trap. Kaia’s tricks were always the same. I knew them all too well. “I’m here to break up with you.” I paused, then added, “I can give you some financial compensation.” Kaia laughed. “What do you mean? You think you’ve had your fun, gotten bored, so now you can just pay me off and move on to someone new? You think I’m for sale? ” As she spoke, she walked out of the room and wrapped her arms around my neck. I hurriedly tried to push her away, but just like before, even though I’m stronger, once those snakelike arms were around me I couldn’t break free. “Let go. If you keep this up I’m leaving.” “You’re not going anywhere. Come inside with me.” “No.” I flatly refused. She put her hand on the towel, slowly pulling at one corner: “If you don’t come in, I’ll drop this towel right now. After all, you don’t want me anymore, so it doesn’t matter what I do, right?” She actually started to do it, slowly tugging the towel loose. I had no choice. I quickly picked her up and carried her into the room, kicking the door shut behind us. She giggled in my arms, playfully punching my chest. “I knew you wouldn’t let me embarrass myself. Don’t worry, I’m all yours. Only you get to see my body. I…ouch…” I tossed her onto the bed and dusted off my hands: “Didn’t you have some rich boyfriend before?” “Are you jealous?” I didn’t say anything. She came over and wrapped herself around me like a snake again. “Let me tell you, that boyfriend didn’t count at all. I missed you so much then, I just wanted him as a substitute for you. I even left town with him to try to forget you. But in the end, I still couldn’t get you out of my mind.” I glanced at her, not believing a word. She made a sound of agreement and nodded: “If I’m lying, may I drop dead.” I actually started to believe her a little. But so what? I came here to break up with her – to cut things off completely and never see each other again. I said to her: “Let’s talk terms. What will it take for you to leave me alone? Quincy is pregnant now and can’t handle any stress. Just tell me how much money. As long as I can afford it, I’ll definitely…” Before I could finish, she pounced on me, sealing my lips with a kiss. “I don’t want money. I want you.” “But I’m married, don’t you understand? I have a wife!” “Then get divorced. Leave her and marry me.” “I can’t do that.” I shook my head immediately as I said this. Kaia laughed coldly: “You can give Quincy more money to make her leave. After all, she is my good friend.” How dare this woman still use the words “good friend”. At least I know I’m a scumbag. But Kaia doesn’t seem to think she’s done anything wrong at all. She moved in front of me, lying across my legs and staring at me seductively. “Look at me, Knox. Really look at me. I’m better than her, aren’t I?” I didn’t dare look or speak, but I also didn’t leave. “How about this, Knox. I agree to break up with you.” She stood up and said to me. I felt a bit happy, with a hint of disappointment. I asked her: “Really? Then…what are your conditions?” She slowly pulled open her towel, letting it slide to the floor. Her skin was as smooth as satin: “The condition is that you spend tonight with me. Let’s have one last wonderful night together, to give me a memory to hold onto.” She came over and pushed me down onto the sofa. I embraced her. For the sake of breaking up, let’s do this tonight. Consider it a farewell fling.
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