Returning from the "journey of learning"—legs weak, back aching, utterly exhausted.

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(Many fans said they only read the first half of this post and didn't see the rest, probably due to platform restrictions, so I'm reposting it.)

While still on the high-speed train, Shan sent several messages asking for our location. After exiting the train station, we met at our pre-arranged meeting place. From afar, I saw Shan holding her phone, waving and walking towards us. At this point, she seemed a little shy, pulling on my arm and intentionally walking slightly behind me. Shan smiled broadly, and after a brief exchange of pleasantries, she decided to take us to the hotel to drop off our luggage. Shan drove, and I tried to offer her the front passenger seat, but she insisted on sitting in the back, so I sat in the front passenger seat. She didn't say much on the way to the hotel; after all, it had been more than half a year since our last activity together. Although we had interacted online, there was inevitably a temporary awkwardness when we met in person.

After washing my face in the hotel room, Shan said it was 12 o'clock and we should find a place to eat. After leaving the hotel, we walked around the area for a while, but there weren't many restaurants that caught our eye. The hotel Shan had booked was close to where I was doing business, but a bit far from the city center. Seeing no suitable place, Dan said, "How about I drive over and we eat near where I'm staying? There's a pretty good hot pot place there."

Okay! Dan's place is about ten kilometers from our hotel, which is quick by car. However, I overlooked the fact that it was during the flower festival and the midday rush hour, and the ten-kilometer journey took almost half an hour. When we arrived at the hot pot restaurant Dan mentioned, the environment was indeed nice, and it was quite crowded.

We ordered three small hot pots, and Dan looked at me and said, "Want to get a bottle first?" Seeing that I didn't object, Dan quickly went to the bar and got a box of Ocean Blue. Dan and I shared about eight liang (approximately 400ml), and the remaining two liang (approximately 100ml) went to my wife. We ate and drank, and under the influence of alcohol, the initial awkwardness gradually melted away, and my wife began to actively join in our conversation.

After finishing our meal and leaving the restaurant, my head was already a little dizzy from the alcohol.

Dan said, "What should we do? Should we find a designated driver to go back to the hotel, or should I come to my place to rest?"

"Is it convenient at your place?" I asked.

“Of course it’s convenient. You know I’m alone most of the time,” Shan said.

I glanced at my wife, whose cheeks were slightly flushed. Seeing that she didn’t object, I said, “Let’s go to your place for tea and a rest.”

We were familiar with Shan’s apartment; it was a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom, and one-kitchen apartment. I had stayed there several times before; it was safe and clean.

Shan made tea and sat opposite me, with my wife sitting next to me. After our brief chat at the restaurant and the lingering effects of the alcohol, we seemed to have endless topics to discuss. But we both knew that our purpose wasn’t just to keep drinking tea and chatting. The question was how to get to the point.

The lingering smell of hot pot on my clothes finally gave me a starting point. I said to my wife, “You smell like seasoning all over. Why don’t you go take a shower?”

My wife understood. Shan quickly went to get her slippers.

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, Shan and I looked at each other, speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

“These past few days before coming here, your sister-in-law has been incredibly restless; she practically drained me dry,” I broke the ice.

Dan smiled slightly, “It’s alright, I’m here.”

“Will you two come first?” I asked Dan.

“Then you’ll have to act as a go-between,” Dan said, feigning seriousness.

“We haven’t been together for so long, even I’m a little out of sorts, let alone your sister-in-law. It’ll take some time,” I replied.

A short while later, the bathroom door opened, and my wife, dressed neatly in slippers, came out, rubbing her wet hair with a towel as she walked.

“Don’t you have a towel?” I asked Dan.

“Oh dear! I forgot to get one for my sister-in-law.”

“Where’s the hairdryer?”

“I think it’s in the bathroom drawer.” Dan got up to get the hairdryer and handed it to my wife.

She was blow-drying her hair, and the two of us men watched intently.

After drying her hair, my wife habitually came over and sat next to me.

"Didn't you say you'd bring the 'Q-Fun' lingerie he sent you last time to wear and show it to him when you came home? Why didn't you just change into it?" I had barely finished speaking when she exclaimed, "Oh dear!"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"My luggage is all at the hotel," she said.

Only then did I remember that I'd gone to the hotel first when I arrived.

"It's okay, I'll still get a nosebleed whether you wear it or not," Dan chimed in opportunely.

My previous comment had immediately exposed the awkwardness between us, and the atmosphere became a little ambiguous.

"Were you two talking badly about me again while I was showering?"

"No, he said you're fuller than before."

"Not fuller, but bloated," she replied.

“Then why don’t you go over and let him touch you, see if you’re full or bloated,” I said, pushing her along. My wife readily sat down next to me, and I put my arm around her waist, squeezing it gently. “It feels as firm as before, not bloated at all,” I said.

She pressed close to me, and my hands began to wander. My hand slipped under her t-shirt and slowly moved upwards. When my lips approached, she instinctively flinched back, then obediently pressed them together.

Right there on the living room sofa, I stripped her naked. My lips moved down her body, until I placed one of her legs on my shoulder, stopping at her genitals. She reached out to me; I knew what she meant. Every time this happened, she liked both her mouth and her genitals to be full.

We went from the living room sofa to the bedroom bed, until we were both drenched in sweat.

Around 7 PM, we had some congee outside, strolled around for a bit, and then returned to Shan's apartment. After a few beers, she and Shan started rolling around in bed again. This time, I was mostly an observer, occasionally providing some props to enhance the scene, because I was definitely broke.

Around 11 PM, Shan suggested staying at his place. But I insisted on going back to the hotel. Shan called a taxi for us, saying he would drive over to pick us up for breakfast the next morning. Back at the hotel, I was exhausted. I took a quick shower and went straight to bed. I asked her how she felt that afternoon, and she said, "You were watching for so long, didn't you notice?" Yes! Women can be quite something when they go crazy.

The next morning, Shan drove over before 8 AM. After having breakfast outside, Shan asked me what my plans were for the day. I said I had to submit some documents in the morning, which was important. I suggested she take her sister-in-law to see the flower show first, and I would contact them when I was done.

Dan jokingly asked, "Are you sure you're okay leaving your wife with me alone?"

"It's fine," I replied with a laugh, "let's see how much food you have to hand over."

She glared at me but didn't say anything.

It was already 11 a.m. after submitting the documents. I called to ask where they were, and Dan sent me the location. I took a ride there to meet them. We strolled around the flower fair for a while; the weather was too hot, and I was exhausted from all this, so I was drenched in sweat in no time. I suggested we go back to the hotel to rest, have lunch, and then head home. Dan tried to persuade me to stay, saying it wasn't easy to get everyone together, and if we stayed a day longer, she'd take us shopping in the afternoon to buy something for my wife. I declined her offer. After lunch, we checked out, and Dan drove us to the high-speed rail station.

On the train, my wife leaned against me and whispered, "This morning when I went to submit the documents, Dan and I were practicing our 'homework'."

"After you left this morning, he insisted I go back to the hotel first. We did it again there before going to see the flowers," my wife said.

"When I wasn't there, were you two more relaxed? Was it more exciting?"

"Not entirely. When you were there, although I was a little hesitant to be too relaxed, I felt safe and at ease. Especially when you were drooling and watching us, I always wanted to tease you and see your reaction."

"How was he this morning?" I pressed.

"He was more relaxed than when you were there. He said he wanted me to experience squirting, and he tried for a long time with his hand. My legs cramped several times, but I still couldn't succeed, and it still hurts a little down there."

She was fast asleep before we were halfway there. Looking at her tired face, I figured this trip must have been a "feast" for her. Thinking about what she had just said and the situation when we were alone, I felt another uncontrollable surge of desire. It's true what they say: "When the owner isn't around, you don't cherish what you have." Whatever! Isn't this the effect I wanted? From the initial "painful yet joyful" experience to the current "tired yet joyful" feeling, the important thing is to be happy.

Based on past experience, the lingering warmth of the event will undoubtedly keep us reminiscing for a few more days until the flames die down and life returns to its usual tranquility.

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