Chapter 3 Someone Out There

She took that woman home for a sleepover!

When I was making dinner for myself downstairs at nine o'clock that night, Wendla came back with a woman standing beside her, the girl who had been with her in Shangri La last time.

The girl looked like she's in her early twenties, wearing a shirt and skirt similar to a student's suit, which made her pretty and innocent.

I hid in the kitchen and dared not to come out and face them, but I secretly listened to what they said.

I heard Wendla say to the woman, "Sal, stay here tonight."

The girl named Sal immediately said shyly, "What does that man look like? Will he find out about us? Men could go crazy for this kind of thing."

Wendla snorted and said scornfully, "He's not a man, he's just something I paid for. These days, he doesn't even dare to touch my hand. If he dares to act recklessly, I will break his leg!"

At this time, Wendla heard something in the kitchen, so she immediately went into the kitchen. She saw me and pulled me out.

She pointed to the girl named Sal, then typed on her cell phone: Today, my friend is going to have a sleepover in my bedroom, and you sleep on the floor downstairs.

I nodded, and Sal chuckled. She knew I couldn't hear. She said with a smile, "This man is indeed obedient."

My anger was rising, but I had to pretend I didn't hear it. I squeezed out a smile and made a gesture to ask if they would like to have dinner with me.

Wendla stared at me and then went upstairs with Sal.

As they went upstairs, I punched in the air.

I was not in the mood to eat dinner anymore, lying on the floor alone. My brain was completely in chaos. Would I really let them make me a cuckold right here in front of me?

I couldn't sleep, and I reminded myself more than once that I was just a fake husband, and Wendla was not my real wife. So I just turned a blind eye to her infidelities.

But this reason was not good enough to convince me, because I was a very traditional man. We had already got the certificate to get married, so I was her husband in legal. She took another woman home for a sleepover, which was to shit on my head!

Finally, I clenched my teeth and crept upstairs.

I carefully stood at the door, and I did not dare to breathe. At that time, I really had the impulse to rush into the room, but I was also itchy to listen to a little more.

At this time, the girl named Sal suddenly said, "Wendla, there seemed to be someone out there."

Hearing what Sal said, I was so scared that my body went stiff right away. Subconsciously, I was ready to run, but I didn't. I had to calm down. Even if they found me, I had to pretend that I was just going upstairs. If I ran away, I would not only be caught peeping but also be found out pretending to be deaf-mute.

But Wendla was not flustered at all. She disdained to say, "He's probably asleep, even if he does come up. It doesn't matter if he can't hear anything. Even if he is at the door, I won't open the door for him anyway."

Then they went on regardless of whether I was at the door.

And I kept hiding at the door listening.

Although this matter made me a cuckold and disgraceful, I was really curious about how could women have sex with each other? As a rural boy, I was green and inexperienced. I really couldn't understand why they could have so much fun without men.

Although I could only eavesdrop on the door without seeing anything, the intermittent breath came from inside also made me have an erection.

At first, I could only hear the faint panting. With the increase of their motion range, even the soft silicone mattress had a creaking squeak sound because of the violent movement.

It was a bed I had no right to climb on, and I couldn't help imagining what a paradise it would be like if I were in that bed at this time. But the cruel reality was that I would only be kicked out by Wendla.

In the end, I fell into a boundless void. I felt like a clown, not even a dog. A dog could get its master's reward as long as he fawned, but what about me?

I was not willing to be like this, and I clenched my fist heavily. But I did not have the courage to break into the door eventually.

But I hid in the door and heard another conversation between her two, which also let me know more about Sal.

It seemed that Sal was a regular singer in a bar. Now, a brokerage company had taken a fancy to Sal. However, the bar owner refused to let her go. She also asked Wendla to help her figure it out.

Wendla seemed to be more powerful than I thought. She said she would help Sal solve the problem. And it made me think that if I offended Wendla on the spur of the moment, she would definitely kill me.

Finally, I had to go downstairs, lonely. I couldn't fall asleep until three o'clock in the middle of the night. I had nightmares all night. It was a group of people laughing at me in the dream.