Even someone as unremarkable as me, if I studied hard during my student days and worked desperately after entering society, could still advance in my career and even marry a beautiful wife. Yes, I had grasped happiness at a young age.
But I didn't get along with my father, and since I decided not to take over his carpentry work, which was his raison d'etre, we hadn't spoken properly since. So, the accounting for his work was entirely left to my wife.
My compatibility with my wife at night wasn't bad. However, I'm the type who can't go for a second round once I've ejaculated, and even if she initiated it, I always refused after ejaculating.
One day, when I returned home early, I saw my father, drenched in sweat, and my wife taking a shower in the evening. From what I could hear of their conversation, they didn't seem to be lying. But I felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort.
And then, I finally witnessed the scene of my father and wife's affair. Why... we were so happy... where did it go wrong? Even as I thought this, my penis was erect to the point of almost ejaculating without being touched...
