This summer

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It's a bit strange; it finally felt like early summer, but then it turned chilly again. I just brought my son Qiangqiang's spring clothes back from my mom's house, and at noon at school, I received a call from my dad: he wanted me to quickly bring some clothes over.
It's odd, because when I answered his call, I was online at home and saw a lot of news about flood relief and disaster recovery.
The high school entrance exam is over, finally I can breathe a sigh of relief. Helan's class did okay, and she could have been home already, but she felt a little reluctant: several students didn't meet the cutoff score, and their parents were pestering the teacher, racking their brains to find a solution. Seeing that... Ah, the hearts of parents everywhere!
This year's enrollment situation is a bit puzzling: the cutoff scores for all schools in the city are set exceptionally high, but with such high scores, no school can possibly fill all its places. Why? For money.
Students who don't meet the cutoff score have to sponsor them! Watching her students, whom she had taught for three years, have their parents spend thousands, even tens of thousands, of yuan on sponsorships just for a few points to secure a high school spot, He Lan felt a pang of sadness. Several of her students' parents were laid off, and their lives were already incredibly difficult; she couldn't bear to look into their eyes.
She cleaned up her emails, shut down her computer, and went to find clothes for Qiangqiang.
The phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Wen, but it was Liang who answered. "Hey, He Lan, you must be bored to death right now, right?" Liang's voice was laced with laughter. "
You're already this envious after just two days? You never saw this when I was busy!" she said. "
Anyway, in my mind, teachers have plenty of time to play. Two long vacations a year are enough to make the entire working class envious." He Lan listened to him, imagining Liang's expression, and couldn't help but smile. "
So, what's up?
" "Yes, there is something," he suddenly hesitated. "
Are you free these days?"
"Yeah, I still have a few more days of free time." "I still have to work at the beginning of next month, around the time of the college entrance exams." "What's up?" "Well,
it's like this: a big client, oh, your family's client! With the Western Development Strategy, they've also started a project there, a pretty big investment. They want your husband to go and do some planning or something. We'll be there in a couple of days, maybe a few more." "
Okay, fine!" "Why are you reporting this to me?" He Lan pursed her lips.
"Sigh, silly girl! I just want you to experience the Western scenery!"
"No!" He Lan said decisively.
"Why? You don't understand my good intentions?"
"Yes!
I told you not to think the worst, to think the good!" "
Get lost. "
"Really, it's your husband's idea, he really wants you to go and relax."
"Don't believe me? He told you?"
"Okay."
Sure enough, Wen took the phone. "Ha, He Lan, you see, people are just different. A good thing sounds like a huge pitfall to him."
"It wouldn't hurt to go for a few days if we had nothing else to do. It's the perfect season in the Northwest right now. When we get there, all the local specialties and fruits will be in season. Don't regret it
if you don't go! Didn't you really want to see the desert? "
"No!" Helan said coquettishly. "
Why? Are you scared?" "Oh!
Yes. I'm afraid of the wolves of the North!"
Helan heard the other end of the line laugh out loud and shouted into the microphone: "If
you laugh again, I'll hang up!" Wen quickly stopped her: "I'm serious. Our flight is the day after tomorrow morning, we'll arrive in Lanzhou around lunchtime." Helan heard him talking to Liang .
"Liang checked, your flight is at noon. We'll pick you up then.
Got it?" Wen said.
"Got it!"
After that, Helan listened to a few sweet words from him on the phone before hanging up.
Helan lay on the bed, her thoughts a little chaotic. Remembering she had to pick up Qiangqiang, she looked at her watch; she still had some time. Seeing the Omega watch on her wrist, her heart pounded.
Helan emerged from the airport exit, surveying the desolate scene around her. She hadn't been to Lanzhou in years, and now, apart from the newly built terminal, everything else seemed unchanged.
From afar, she saw Liang waving at her, a warmth spreading through her heart, instantly lifting her spirits after two hours of gloom on the plane.
Liang ran over and took her bag. She had only brought one bag and a shoulder bag, which she swung cheerfully. "Where is he?" "
He didn't come," Liang said.
"What?"
Helan froze, standing there motionless. "
Look at you, he's arriving tonight!" "
Why?" "Something came up at the company, he couldn't get away." "Your husband's a big boss now. He has no choice."
"Tch, if I'd known, I wouldn't have come."
"Sister! His flight's tonight!"
Liang couldn't bear to tease him any longer.
Helan managed to regain her cheerful demeanor.
In the sparse crowd, Helan stood out, and Liang kept staring at her. "
What are you looking at? Silly boy?" Her face flushed slightly.
Liang grinned, looking rather silly.
The car was sent by the company and they had been waiting for over four hours.
Once in the car, Helan thanked the driver apologetically, "I made you wait so long.
" "What's the big deal?" "Nothing."
The typical Northwestern dialect sounded quite charming. Helan had stayed in Lanzhou for a while and loved the tune, but she could never quite master it.
She remembered that it used to take two or three hours to get from the airport to the city center; now, leaving Zhongchuan Airport at 2 PM, they were already nearing the city outskirts. She glanced at her watch; less than fifty minutes had passed.
At that moment, Liang also subconsciously checked his watch. Helan noticed he was also wearing an Omega. Realizing he was watching her, she felt a little flustered and quickly covered her wrist.
Just then, her phone rang. It was Wen calling, asking where she was, if she was on her way.
She said yes, almost to the city. "
I guess so. I tried calling several times but couldn't get through.
" "Where do you think you are? Can you communicate anytime, anywhere? This is the Northwest."
Hearing his voice, Helan felt a surge of joy. Despite his continued complaints, Wen didn't say anything more and hung up, saying he had something else to do.
Once inside the city, Lanzhou didn't seem to have changed much, but it was quite different from the barren yellow earthen slopes along the way. Helan leaned against the window, looking around like a little girl.
Upon arriving at the hotel, He Lan initially wanted to treat the driver to a meal, but it was too early, and the driver refused. Finally, Liang bought a pack of Lanzhou cigarettes from a small shop near the hotel entrance and insisted on giving it to him.
"The people here are so honest," He Lan said.
"If you hadn't been so polite, I could have saved the cost of the cigarettes," Liang said with a smile .
"Are you worried about the price? Look, he hasn't gone far yet, I'll go get it back for you?"
Liang laughed heartily.
She sat on the lobby sofa, and after a while, saw Liang come over with his room key card. He was also on his phone, answering a call and nodding frequently. When he reached her, he handed her the phone: "Your husband!"
He Lan couldn't help but laugh as she went upstairs. Liang asked several times, but she just shook her head. "
The room is nice." A deluxe suite. He Lan was a little surprised and complained that Liang was too extravagant. Liang looked aggrieved, "Your husband booked this a long time ago, it's not my fault."
He threw his things down and collapsed on the sofa, looking strange. "
What's wrong?" He Lan asked with a smile.
"Your husband!" He wanted me to come to the company right away, saying I needed to meet with some managers before leaving work to prepare. Actually... I knew. He stared at Helan.
What?
He deliberately sent me away!
Helan was changing her shoes when she heard his words, blushing and spitting at him.
I don't care. Liang pounced on Helan, grabbing her tightly. "
The sheep is already in the wolf's mouth, will it spit it out?" he grumbled.
Caught off guard, Helan was pushed down onto the bed. Just as she was about to push him away shyly, her lips were already on his.
Liang's actions at this moment were like those of a blind young man, one hand instantly grasping one of her breasts.
Soon, Helan quieted down, gently licking the tip of Liang's tongue as it plunged in, the desire of a mature woman suppressed for months erupting like a volcano.
She felt weak all over, her legs twitching uncontrollably, especially the bulge between Liang's legs pressed tightly against her thighs, making her intoxicated.
At this moment, the phone rang at an inopportune time. Liang muttered a curse under his breath and answered the phone.
It was Wen calling, saying that several supplementary materials had been sent to his email. He needed to take a look to see if any changes were needed, then print them out and submit them to the company. He Lan snapped out of her reverie. She stood up and straightened her clothes. Liang kept cursing. He Lan couldn't help but laugh and scold him, "Who are you cursing?" Liang took his laptop out of his bag and connected it to the phone line, laughing and shouting at He Lan, "Cursing your husband!" He Lan laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up. She turned to his side and helped him plug the phone line into the wall socket. She moved behind him, hugged him across the chair, and said, "Why are you cursing him? Focus on your work." While waiting for the connection, Liang turned her head and kissed her. He Lan returned the kisses. When the computer went silent, she pushed him away and gazed at Liang's reflection in the mirror on the wall with captivating charm: "The milk will come, the bread will come." Liang was once again infatuated with the woman before him. He modified a few data points, and when he stood up, he checked the time. If he didn't hurry, he'd be late. Helan was sitting on the bed watching him. She reached out and pulled him over, raising her wrist to place their watches side by side. They were two identical Omega watches, only slightly different sizes. They were bought last year in Seibu, Shenzhen—three in total, two for men and one for women. She looked up at him shyly, her expression captivating Liang, who couldn't resist kissing her. But she only gave him a light, fleeting kiss, pushing him away. "Go quickly, don't delay our business." He hurriedly stuffed his things into his bag. Helan saw him off at the door, and he suddenly dragged her to the door, yanking up her clothes and pulling down her bra, revealing her two white, rabbit-like breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth. Helan leaned weakly against the wall. After a while, she began to push him away. If they didn't separate, she wouldn't let him leave. " I'll wait for you to come back for dinner." She pulled her clothes back up. " Eat you!" Liang, grinning, kissed her again! " Get away from me!" she shoved, pushing him out of the room. Helan returned to bed, exhausted, leaning against the pillows, still excited. She called Wen. " Has the kid left?" "Yes," she tried to keep her tone calm. " Is the kid behaving himself?" Wen asked with a grin. " Get lost! When are you going to the airport?" " Soon. In a little over an hour! It'll be a bit late when I get there. Right, I reckon that brat will take advantage of me that late." " What did you say?!" Helan shouted angrily! " Right, those two have taken advantage of me. You still say that?! Could it be that he's already...?" "Xu Yiwen, you're so shameless!" Helan cursed him! "Heh..." He laughed on the other end. " If you hadn't been so manipulating him, he probably already..." Helan sighed helplessly, blushing as she retorted. "Ha, ha. You ruined our plans!" He Lan, whether teasing or amused, hung up the phone before he could say anything. Then, blushing, she stared blankly at the ceiling. Her body's desire, which had just been fully aroused, now felt like it was suspended in mid-air. She felt waves of heat surging through her, showing no signs of abating. Reaching down, she found herself soaking wet. ... [II] Liang left, leaving He Lan alone in the room. Her body was gripped tightly by desire. Afraid she wouldn't be able to withstand the entanglement of lust, she helplessly began to rub herself, forcing herself to jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom. Initially, she instinctively turned on the cold water, trying to wash herself and cool down, but immediately gave up. Although the temperature in the northern summer wasn't low, the water was still bone-chillingly cold on her skin, so she had to turn the water up a bit. She never used bathtubs in hotels; she was wary of such frequently used appliances in public places. But today, seeing several boxes of bath liners on the sink, she impulsively laid one out and jumped into the tub. Then, she turned the water up until her skin couldn't stand it anymore before closing her eyes and lying in the tub to relax. She tossed and turned in this strange way, endlessly, until the water cooled down. Finally, she threw herself onto the bed, big enough for five or six people, longing for a good night's sleep.

Liang encountered a minor problem at the company. The manager of the Lanzhou branch was clearly eager to achieve something remarkable to show headquarters, or perhaps he wanted to give Liang and his team a hard time. He may have forgotten that the two were interdependent, and from the beginning, he vehemently criticized the outline Liang brought. Even the film and television company that Wen's company had long-term partnerships with had many complaints. He was just one step away from deciding to replace the product's spokesperson. Liang knew this was impossible, because that female colleague had a powerful background, far beyond what a regional manager like him could influence.
However, Liang still had to fawn over him.
Long after work, several locally recruited sales staff were still gathered around the conference table, innocently accompanying the manager for nearly two hours of his personal time.
In the end, Liang suddenly felt a surge of goodwill towards the manager because, after the employees left, he suddenly called over a man who looked to be in his forties, let's call him Lao Liu. He told him that starting Monday, the Mitsubishi SUV would be available for Liang and his team.
After leaving the company, Liang called Wen, but couldn't get through. She was probably on the plane. It was past six o'clock, but the sun was still shining brightly. The whole city seemed to be filled with the smell of natural gas. There were a lot of bicycles on the streets; even after rush hour, the flow of traffic was constant, mostly bicycles. This was a rare sight in a provincial capital. Among the passersby were many faces as fair as peach blossoms, but upon closer inspection, there was always a hint of roughness. They lacked the delicate grace of women from Jiangnan, especially the pure and quiet charm of Helan. She thought of Helan. Now, when he thought of women, he naturally thought of her, and rarely even thought of his ex-wife anymore. When she returned for the Spring Festival, she took their son away. Liang's parents absolutely refused, making a huge scene. In the end , Liang made the decision and let her take him.
In an instant, he became a lonely man, and Helan offered him tender comfort. Last summer in Shenzhen, he met Helan. This Spring Festival, he was completely captivated by the beautiful Helan.
When Wen was in Hong Kong for the Spring Festival, he called to comfort him. Liang told him not to be polite, and that if he really cared, he should marry Helan.
Wen laughed heartily, "Fine! Plus two packs of Marlboros, consider it a dowry." He Lan, furious, snatched the phone and started yelling.
For a while, especially after their son was taken away, he was truly at his wit's end and had no interest in starting his own business again. With Wen's business rapidly expanding, he wholeheartedly supported Wen.
Back at the hotel, He Lan rang the doorbell several times before finally opening it. "Still sleeping?"
The curtains were tightly drawn, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night. He Lan turned and ran into the bedroom, then back to bed. "
Finished? What time is it?"
She'd run into a persistent old Communist Party member; he was difficult to deal with .
"Are you alright?
" She sat up in bed. "
I'm fine, but it's uncomfortable to have an outsider instructing an expert."
"Has your husband called?" he asked. "
No, he's on the plane, probably.
" "Oh. Then I need to hurry."
Liang turned on the bedside lamp and moved closer to He Lan. "
Go away," He Lan coquettishly pushed him away, stepping aside. "
Why are you treating your husband like this?" Liang grabbed her and pinned her down.
The belt of her nightgown ripped open, revealing her breasts, which he then took into his mouth.
Helan feigned resistance, shamelessly saying, "My husband's on the plane!"
He held her tightly, lifting the thick white cotton nightgown she was wearing in the hotel room. In the dim light, the dark pubic hair in her triangle area looked somewhat unreal.
Helan had already stopped struggling and gently pushed him away: "You're all sweaty..."
Liang released her, pinched her breasts a couple of times, and then, laughing, took off his clothes and went to the bathroom.
Helan leaned against the bed, peaceful and undisturbed, as if waiting for her late husband to return home so they could sleep together.
Liang rushed out, muttering in a strange voice: "If you want to go to heaven, come to Helan's side; if you want to go to hell, come to Helan's side."
Helan chuckled, staring at him naked, still damp, his erect member standing erect. Helan was once again astonished by his magnificence, as if her past indulgent revelry was a hazy dream.
Blushing, she reached to turn off the bedside lamp, but Liang grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the bedside.
He peeled off her nightgown like a banana and tossed it aside. Kneeling by the bed, he scrutinized the body before him. Helan's physique was impeccable; her breasts were full, her curves flowing seamlessly from her hips down her long legs to her feet. Her abdomen was flat, with only a few faint lines of pregnancy visible in the sidelight.
Under his unbridled gaze, Helan blushed and recoiled. She tried to pull away, but Liang firmly grasped her ankles, separating them, and with a scream from Helan, he had her body in his mouth.
He licked and sucked, drawing a trickle of fluid from Helan. His tongue danced between her labia and mons pubis. Helan could only hold his head, otherwise she would fall backward, onto her back, making her even more vulnerable to Liang's ministrations. Her two long, white legs were raised high, bouncing and dancing with Liang's tongue.
She pushed his head away, giggling and panting heavily. Looking at Liang's wet face, she shyly pulled over something to wipe him.
"Salty!" Liang said with a chuckle.
She playfully hit him on the shoulder and pulled him towards the bed.
Liang lay down on the bed, and she smiled as she turned off the light.
She knelt beside him, finding his swollen, enormous penis. Liang quickly felt himself enveloped in her warm, moist mouth...
He lifted her up, making her straddle his legs, then playfully fumbled to turn the light back on. Helan shyly tried to pull away from his penis, but he held her firmly, making her unable to move.
At this moment, Helan straddled him, forming a strange and lewd position under the light. Although this position, known as 69, is common in many pornographic films, practicing it herself, especially between a man and a woman with such a unique relationship, naturally had a special flavor.
Helan's hairy parts were fully exposed to Liang, the glistening fluid between her labia clearly visible. He moved his hands from between her legs, cupping her full buttocks, allowing his tongue to roam freely...
Gradually, Helan began to moan between breaths. She could no longer control the smooth, almost egg-sized glans in her mouth, and soon, her voice rose and fell, suddenly shrill, her body arching and collapsing onto Liang.
Liang also collapsed almost simultaneously, his pent-up essence gushing out. Helan's mind was in chaos, but instinctively, she held him even tighter...
It seemed like an eternity before the two bodies finally stopped trembling. Liang suddenly twisted, jumped up, and ran into the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and held it to her lips.
She pushed it away.
"I've already swallowed it." Helan said shyly.
Liang's thoughts were in disarray. He couldn't quite process what was happening and stammered, "I'm sorry."
She took the towel and wiped her mouth.
"What are you saying?" she asked, a little reproachfully.
She pulled him close and leaned down. She whispered in his ear
, "It's okay."
Liang expressed his gratitude in tenderness. He held her tightly.
"That's crazy!" he said, licking her cheek.
He licked her face until it was covered in saliva. Helan nestled close to him, putting her tongue into his mouth: "Smell it, what does your semen taste like?"
"Heh..." Liang turned his head away.
When things calmed down, Helan looked at Liang with fervent eyes. All her usual pretense had vanished, revealing only a woman's desire and care for a man. "
Was it good?" she asked.
"Yes," Liang's hand never stopped kneading her breast. "So beautiful! And you?
" "Yes too. But I want more." Helan shed her usual demureness, revealing her true womanly nature.
Liang grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his throbbing penis.
"Helan, do you know?" Liang kissed her eyes.
"What?
I really love you so much," he said.
She laughed, looking at him and saying, "That sounds like something a young boy from Hong Kong or Taiwan would say.
Don't you believe me?"
Helan nestled closer to him, "I believe you.
I'm even a little jealous."
"What!"
She lightly slapped him. "
He's here, so you're his now.
You really are... taking over!" Helan laughed. "
Do you like being with me?"
"Mmm...
Liang, I'm thinking about it again..."
She began to rub and manipulate his penis...
Liang placed his hand between her legs, and she obediently parted them, revealing
a wet patch...
Liang's two fingers entered her body... She let out a soft gasp. "
Do you like me inside you?" He stirred his fingers inside... "
I like it! Ah Wen, ... Swearing... I like you fucking me."
Both were numbed by lust.
Liang seemed to have discovered something hidden deep within her heart,
becoming even more intoxicated. "
I want to fuck you... Fuck you forever." He was already throbbing with desire as he spoke.
He rolled over and straddled her, and Helan responded by welcoming him with her wet body. As soon as he touched her... Helan trembled slightly. Liang's was indeed much more magnificent than Wen's; she could even feel her opening being stretched open.
After it was fully inside, Helan contentedly turned Liang's head down. "So full... Hold me, don't move."
After Liang entered her... *** couldn't help but jump. He supported himself with his arms, afraid of crushing her, and bent down to kiss her nipples. "Who do you prefer to fuck?"
Both husbands were attracted to her, and Helan's composure had vanished in her infatuation. "
I want you to tell me who you like to have sex with...
" "I want you..." Helan
closed her eyes, lost in ecstasy. "Wife, I'm here..." Liang straightened up and began thrusting wildly.
At that moment, Wen's plane landed smoothly at Lanzhou Zhongchuan Airport.
Wen didn't have the company send a car to pick him up. He went straight to a taxi from the exit. As soon as he boarded the plane, he closed his eyes to try and sleep, but he couldn't. These
past few days had been exhausting; things were busy at home, and he had to constantly contact the company here. For some reason, he just couldn't sleep. His mind was racing, a jumbled mess. He knew that if he couldn't control his thoughts and manage to fall asleep or find a way to focus his mind within these two hours, they would be incredibly difficult to endure. In his heart, he secretly mocked himself. What was wrong with him?
He tried his best not to connect with the thoughts floating in his mind, even the vivid images of Helan and Liang, but he couldn't help himself.
Finally, having no other choice, he simply searched his mind for their voices and smiles. Strangely, he felt much lighter this way.
When he tried to stop himself from thinking about Helan and Liang, even when thinking about work, an image of the two of them whispering sweet nothings would suddenly pop into his mind. But when he tried to imagine it, he found he couldn't concentrate. He could imagine what it would be like for two adult men and women, after they had crossed that line, to be alone together, especially when their unspoken understanding and genuine intimacy had been acknowledged by each other.
Two days ago, when Wen discovered that Liang had secretly brought back several sets of expensive women's clothing, he felt a little strange. This kid was really into it!
He began to feel a change in his own feelings. It wasn't that he was worried about anything; he had no concerns about his marital relationship with Helan. He was just a little afraid that they might be getting a little too deeply involved. He discovered that Liang had truly fallen for Helan, even talking to her on the phone more often than he did. His usual carefree personality had largely disappeared in front of Helan, or rather, he had hidden it all, and there was a maternal attachment to her that was very touching to her. Wen was certain that this attachment was fatally alluring to Helan. For many years, Helan had played the role of a sensible little sister in Wen's presence, receiving all his love and care. She was content with this, although the influence had lessened somewhat after the birth of their son, the sibling-like relationship between Liang and Helan still held a strong attraction for her.
Wen and Liang had grown up together, both families being children of cadres who had moved south, and the friendship of their parents had naturally been passed down to their generation.
Wen's father carried the permanent gifts left to him by the Japanese invaders and the Kuomintang army. Adding to his experience during the Cultural Revolution, his health had always been sluggish and never truly refreshed. Ironically, it's only in recent years that he's become healthier.
Naturally, his family was better off, and Liang had supported Wen in various ways since childhood. Of course, being three years younger than Wen, Liang naturally swaggered around school.
Liang's worries weren't unfounded. In Shenzhen, he even acted as a matchmaker for Wen several times. They were all very nice girls. But he rejected them all on the first meeting: "Flirting is fine, but marriage is out of the question." Although it seemed like a joke, it effectively shooed those not-so-naive girls away.
He had always regarded Liang as a younger brother, and although his current career was achieved at Liang's urging, Liang still couldn't help but admire Liang's shrewdness and integrity in matters of the matter.
Deeply attached to brotherhood, Wen harbored no resentment towards the physical intimacy between Helan, Liang, and even himself, even though he had initially instigated the whole affair.
However, the current development into an intense emotional attachment caught him somewhat off guard.
The initial threesomes and their unrestrained revelry had indeed given Wen a tremendous impact and satisfaction—in fact, this dark psychology had been brewing for a long time.
In university, the young Wen fell in love with Helan the moment he saw her. She was beautiful, gentle, and not pretentious. However, Wen's childhood habits dictated that he would only keep his feelings to himself, while several wealthy young men in university had already set their sights on Helan.
At that time, Wen was at best the son of a retired cadre; frankly, the cadres of that era were a new generation. People like Wen's parents had never gained any advantage for their children or themselves.
Honestly, Helan was quite the ladies' man back then, and even years after their marriage, Wen still made sarcastic remarks about her.
After Wen and Helan got together, some classmates came forward with claims that they had seen Helan and certain men in hotel rooms.
Wen, madly in love at the time, didn't care about her past.
However, deep down, Wen couldn't help but replay in his mind the images of every man Helan had been with intimately. Perhaps his later fascination with and indulgence of Helan's promiscuous behavior stemmed from that time.
The year after graduating from university, they got married. On their wedding night, Helan gave Wen a lavish gift: she was still a virgin!
In the bathroom, Wen hid and almost cried tears of joy.
Years later, Wen told Helan about this, and was severely reprimanded by her.
Last summer, Helan's trip to Shenzhen opened the curtain on their three-person affair. Everything related to this world of three became transparent; what was one person's business became a three-person affair. Before the Lunar New Year, Liang returned home for a few days to visit his family and spent time with Helan like husband and wife, both tacitly aware of the situation.
Although Liang sensed an unsettling atmosphere, the allure of the upcoming three-person relationship was enough to outweigh any potential crisis. Even the image of Helan writhing and yielding beneath Liang flashed through his mind like lightning, making his heart race with excitement and pleasure. Before
he and Helan got together, he could only imagine: what would it be like to see such a beautiful, delicate woman beneath a man?
Unexpectedly, years later, this thought still tormented him relentlessly.
Liang sat panting on the carpet, leaning against the bed, drenched in sweat. The cold air from the air conditioner blew directly onto him. He reached for the bed, but found nothing. He turned to look at Helan; she was huddled inside, her back to him.
He got into bed and hugged her from behind.
"What's wrong?" Helan swayed slightly but didn't answer.
His hands covered her breasts, which were sticky with sweat. He gently rubbed her nipples, and Helan couldn't bear the stimulation, so she pushed him away. He heard her sigh softly.
He turned her around, staring into her eyes. "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
She kissed him lightly, but when Liang kissed her lips, she pushed him away and sat up.
"Are you unhappy?" Liang stroked her smooth back.
She shook her head. "No, I should get up. Yi Wen should be here soon." After saying that, she got out of bed and ran into the bathroom.
Liang stared blankly at the ceiling. "Yes, Wen should be here soon."
Helan was washing herself in the bathroom. The passion from earlier had subsided, and she thought of Wen.
Wen was also traveling for work, while she was in bed with a man... She suddenly felt very guilty, wondering what Wen would think.
Wen probably wouldn't have any particular thoughts. In bed, he had been both sincere and joking, and had also been quite frank with her, telling her he wanted to see her have sex with other men, later referring to Liang. She had read in many books that many men subconsciously fantasize about or spy on their wives having sex with other men. Despite the strong patriarchal attitudes in China, given the right environment and atmosphere, a considerable proportion would still do so.
She felt a warm current flow down her legs. She bent down and used the showerhead to wash away the white semen. The lingering pleasure from washing her genitals made her feel even more guilty. ...
When she came out, Liang had also left the bed and tidied it up. Perhaps he had sensed her sudden silence.
Looking at the neatly made bed, she was suddenly moved. She went to him and gave him a kiss.
"Wait," Liang said.
He went over and opened his bag, pulling out a bunch of things, including several sets of clothes. He found one, tore open the packaging, and said, "Try this."
Helan was a little unsure what to say. This carefree young man's attentiveness towards her had touched her heart more than once, even giving her an irresistible urge to protect him.
It was a Caesar short-sleeved skirt suit, the style and color were nice, simple yet appropriate, perfectly complementing Helan's complexion and appearance.
Helan wore it, looking excellent. Satisfied, she turned to examine herself in the mirror, when suddenly she saw Liang bustling around naked. She chuckled and quickly pushed him into the bathroom. "Hurry up, we'll go eat when Wen arrives; I'm starving."
Liang came out after washing and saw Helan had changed back into her original clothes. He seemed about to say something, but remained silent, lost in thought.
[IV]
When the crisp little doorbell rang, Helan and Liang were sitting on the sofa watching TV
. It had only been four or five minutes since they turned on the TV, and coincidentally... Just before the doorbell rang, Liang's hand was pulling Helan's soft waist towards him. Hearing the bell, Helan jumped up nervously, frozen in place. Then the bell rang a second time. Liang went to open the door, where Wen stood with a beaming smile.
A blush crept onto Helan's fair face. She went over and affectionately took his hand, while Wen took her bag. "
Is it raining outside?" Helan noticed a few damp spots in his hair.
"Yes, it started raining soon after we got off the plane, and it was quite heavy. Didn't you know?
Hey, who won?" Wen plopped down on the sofa. "
What?" Liang was a little confused. But immediately, he slapped his head hard. "Damn it..."
Wen looked at the two people in front of him in disbelief, a knowing smile on his face. "Really?" he said. "
What?!" Helan sat down beside him, blushing, and playfully punched him. "
You didn't know it was raining so hard outside? Did you even remember to watch the World Cup final?"
"Were they fighting tooth and nail the whole time?" Wen stared at the two of them with an all-knowing gaze. "
I really forgot!" Liang hurriedly ran to the desk and turned on the computer. "
You're still talking nonsense!" He Lan blushed and continued to hit him, but Wen pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard on the cheek. Then, feigning surprise, he teased, "Oh, so hot? Have a fever?" He Lan was held tightly in his arms, unable to move. The longing of their long separation overwhelmed her the moment they met, and any explanation would be futile. She knew the affection behind all of Wen's good-natured teasing, so she simply stopped trying to deny it and quietly leaned against him, feeling that familiar, intangible connection. "
It's two to zero," Liang said, burying his head in the computer. "And it was all Ronaldo who scored!" he said.
He Lan quietly looked at Wen, noticing that he had gained some weight, but his face was clearly tired. A wave of guilt washed over her, and her eyes instantly filled with tears.
Wen noticed her change, kissed her affectionately, smiled at her, and couldn't help but burst into tears. Feeling utterly ashamed, she buried her face in his cotton T-shirt, pinching him hard.
Liang walked over at that moment, saw the scene, and looked embarrassed. Wen smiled at him, indicating it was nothing, and gently kissed Helan's nape.
Liang stood by the sofa, looking bored, wondering what to do. Just then, he saw Helan raise her face and leaned closer: "Hey, it's raining heavily outside, and it's drizzling inside too?" "
Get away from me!" Helan blushed and scolded playfully. "
Okay, I'm all sticky. I'll go take a shower, change my clothes, and go eat. I'm starving." "
Alright, I'll go down to the dining room first. I'm also starving ,
" Liang said.
"Oh," Wen, who was about to walk into the bedroom, stopped and looked at Helan. "What about you? Are you starving too?"
"I'm not hungry, not at all." Helan understood his words were malicious.
Liang realized he had let something slip again and made a fool of himself, and couldn't help but chuckle, tilting his head. "
I'll go downstairs to order, you can come down right away." Liang hurried out, looking somewhat like he was fleeing.
As soon as the door closed, Helan immediately threw herself into Wen's arms.
The two kissed passionately.
Soon, Helan felt Wen's erection pressing against her, and she pushed him away with a laugh, playfully scolding, "You always like to tease people." "
How did I tease you?" "Nothing." Wen quickly took off his clothes, standing naked in front of her. "Wife, should I take a shower first or let it get moving?"
He pointed to his erect member.
"Ugh, no..."
Despite every physical contact with Liang, Helan couldn't help but be extremely infatuated with his body. But her husband Wen's feelings remained equally harmonious and wonderful. Sometimes she even began to believe that there was no intrinsic connection between a man's size and pleasure, and that it was mostly a psychological factor. For example, the psychological shock of seeing his large, shiny penis displayed before her was far greater than the actual impact of penetration.
But before she could dodge, Wen had already pulled her up and thrown her onto the bed. For a moment, she was almost bewildered. Was this really her husband? Wen's advances towards her had always been gentle and refined. His actions at this moment left her somewhat confused, but then she felt the pleasure. And when Wen's hand slipped inside her clothes, it was entirely her own eagerness to accept the challenge.
Wen entered smoothly, looking at the beautiful woman beneath him, he felt completely relaxed. Helan opened herself up, slowly writhing, her snow-white skin against the snow-white sheets.
Her vaginal canal was smooth and warm, their intercourse harmonious and easy. Several times, Wen closed his eyes in a daze, desperately trying to hold back his ejaculation. She wasn't very tight, but that softness and smoothness clearly outweighed the monotonous tightness.
He thrust tenderly, looking at her tenderly. "Lanlan," he called her.
"Hmm?" Helan opened her hazy eyes. "
You little rascal has stretched me up."
"Nonsense," Helan chuckled, her body involuntarily writhing, her pair of white breasts swaying. "
When did you start being so naughty, boy?" Wen continued thrusting, and after a while, he couldn't hold back, stopped, and pressed himself against her. "Did you start as soon as you entered the room?"
"No." Helan laughed and denied.
"Then...?"
"Nothing." Helan insisted.
He suddenly leaped up and thrust into her hard, almost sending her to climax. "
Little girl, tell the truth," he said.
Helan knew his thoughts. She freed her hand and cupped his muscular buttocks, gently pressing them, continuing to tease him. "Really, no," she said.
Wen cupped her face, his fingers constantly rubbing her cheeks and earlobes until her face grew increasingly flushed. Then he asked her, "Tell me." "
Yes, when he came back from the company," she confessed, her face flushed. "
How did he play with you? Did you struggle?" Wen asked softly, knowing she was beginning to lose her composure. "
No," Helan's voice seemed to come from a very distant place, striking Wen's eardrums. "
Were you comfortable? When he played with you?"
"Comfortable.
Was it more comfortable than now?
"... "Just as comfortable." Helan felt the waves of desire. "
Which one was more comfortable? Was it Liang?" He also felt the urgency.
"Yes..." she began to murmur. "
Why? You like his size, don't you?" Wen began to lick her ear.
"Yes..." "
Do you like him?"
"Yes." "Want
to do it with him again tonight?" "Let him... fuck me?" He started thrusting hard. "
Yes, I want it. "
"What did you moan when you did it with him?"
"...
" Wen gasped.
"Ah Liang... Husband... Fuck me...
" Wen frantically sent everything deep into her. ...
After her breathing calmed down, Helan rolled over and punched him hard; "I didn't say anything, you lied to me, you forced me to say it!"
The room phone rang at this moment, it was Liang. "
Why aren't you downstairs yet? The food we ordered is all here." "What are you doing?" he shouted. "What
else could I be doing? Having sex! Come down right now."
Before Wen could hang up the phone, Helan had already twisted a piece of his flesh almost into a rope. "I'll teach you to talk nonsense again!
" Wen jumped off the bed, taking the opportunity to pick her up and carry her into the bathroom. "You should wash yourself properly too, you smell like semen," he said.
Helan helplessly stopped arguing, only saying sullenly, "You're completely different from before, you sound exactly like Liang.
" Wen chuckled as he lathered her whole body with shower gel. "Really? You're getting fresher and fresher..."
Helan grasped his penis, which was small now, slippery after being lathered with foam, which was quite funny, and she kept rubbing it.
Wen began to notice her change, lifted her chin, and became serious: "You're my wife, my best woman, no matter what, I just want you to be happy." "
I know," she pressed close to him, both of them covered in foam.
"But, I really feel bad." She looked at him and said.
"Don't be silly, I'm happy too." "Maybe there's something wrong with me." "Whatever!" "Ha. As long as you're happy!"
He reached out and touched her genitals, which were now even more slippery and easy to reach. His fingers went in without any resistance.
"Or, could you help me find one?" Wen asked with a grin.
"Sure, how about Xiaoya?" She blurted out a name without thinking. "
She's a married single woman, just like me," she said.
"She's older than me!" Wen said, adding that she was Helan's closest friend. "
So what! As long as you're happy!" She stared intently at him. "
Okay! You decide what you want," he grinned at her. "
Dream on! You're dreaming! I can see through your tricks right away!" Helan pretended to be angry and shook him off, rinsing off the scum on her body with hot water.
Wen continued to grin and wipe her body.
After Wen got dressed, she came out, her clothes crumpled from their playful antics. She pouted and stared at him. "Let's change into something else. Hey, didn't I buy you a few outfits? Did you bring them?"
Helan smiled and took out clothes from the wardrobe, grinning coquettishly and exaggeratingly: "I was afraid you'd be unhappy, so I didn't dare wear them. Now I'm wearing them?
Ha! Am I that petty? Besides—what haven't you let him play with yet...?
" Helan exclaimed, about to pounce on him. He dodged. "
Alright, alright. The kid downstairs must be getting impatient!" Wen carefully supported her, preventing her from pestering him further. "
I'll settle the score with you later!!" she huffed angrily. "
What are you two doing! We're about to close." Liang watched her walk into the restaurant wearing the suit she had refused to wear earlier, feeling pleased.
The two sat down. The large restaurant was indeed nearly empty. Well, it was already past eleven o'clock, and nightlife was indeed scarce in this western region. On the way from the airport, there were hardly any cars on the way into the city, and the traffic was smooth.
There was no other way; they were both hungry, so they had to go one way at a time.
Liang stared intently at Helan, whose face was flushed. She glared at Wen, expressionless, while Wen's face was contorted in a grimace. It turned out she had kicked him under the table. He chuckled, poured them beer, and said to Helan, "Oh, no drinks today." She readily handed him her glass.
The three of them were genuinely hungry, and besides, eating alone in such a quiet atmosphere with four or five waiters standing around was rather unappetizing. They just ate whatever they could find and that was it.
In the elevator, Helan looked at her face, red to the point of purple, "
Look at you two," Wen said. She pointed to the mirror: "Like wild beasts."
Back in the room, Wen collapsed onto the sofa, rubbing his stomach, stuffing himself like a starving ghost—he'd
eaten too much. Helan made them tea, and Wen pulled her to sit down, saying, "The housewife vibe is back, it's so nice."
Helan smiled and glanced at him sideways, then sat down a little distance away.
Liang was most uncomfortable at this moment. He turned on the TV, but his eyes kept wandering around.
Wen pulled Helan aside. "
I want to talk to you about something. Living apart like this for so long isn't sustainable. It seems like it's impossible for us to end things anytime soon. Why don't you go and get the paperwork done and take your son with you?" "
It's not that simple. Household registration, your son's schooling—everything can be handled together.
Don't worry about these things. Your husband is different now. Do you know how much tax he paid to the city last year? They have policies there, and the specific regulations are crystal clear. They can help not only you and your son, but also several other couples of employees who are living apart." "
You still need to think about it carefully.
" "Hey, how's your son?
" "I don't know. He used to call, but now it's just an email a month.
Xiaoli still loves her child very much." Helan didn't say anything more.
After a while, the two started talking about company matters and turned on the computer to check the information.
Helan entered the small room. It was hot inside, so she turned on the air conditioner on the wall. There was a slight musty smell, so she opened the window to let in some fresh air. The wind carried a few drops of rain, which landed on the bed, so she had to close the window slightly.
She heard the two men arguing quietly, but she didn't bother to listen. She returned to the large bedroom, changed into her cotton pajamas, and leaned back on the sofa to watch TV.
Actually, she couldn't concentrate at all. She was wondering what tonight would be like, and she actually knew the outcome. Two lustful men wouldn't waste a night of passion, but out of a woman's modesty, she deliberately turned on the light in the small room and adjusted the temperature—just to feign modesty. Once this happened once, it would become a natural progression. Ever since it finally started in Shenzhen last year, she knew this game would continue indefinitely. The scary thing was that deep down, she was completely unable to resist the temptation. Otherwise, she would have known the outcome before coming to Lanzhou, yet she still came—that much was self-evident.
Like a drug addiction, before last summer, if she had any desires, it was merely a normal woman's physiological need. But in the past year, something else had been mixed in.
That was a hidden longing for this illicit threesome, in the dim light, for two strong men who loved her to be entangled, fawning over her, embracing her. Under that longing, physical satisfaction was secondary; the psychological stimulation alone was enough to easily bring her to the peak of orgasm.
Sometime later, Wen came in, alone. He turned off the main light. Her heart, which had been pounding, relaxed, a feeling she couldn't quite describe—a sense of loss or something else. "
Don't you want to sleep yet?" Wen came over and kissed her. She stood up and said coquettishly, "I'll wait for you..."
She nimbly slipped onto the bed, pulled the thin blanket over herself, and left one side open for Wen.
Wen stripped down to only a pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts she had bought for him last year and lay down beside her.
Just then, the door opened, and Liang entered wearing tight-fitting briefs. He smiled, went into the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water could be heard.
He Lan's heart pounded. She turned to face Wen: "He has his own bathroom!"
Wen didn't respond, only kissed her.
Soon, Liang came out wearing a towel, walked to the bedside, and leaned against He Lan.
He Lan felt breathless. She pushed Wen away, gasping for air, but soon Liang turned her head and began kissing her. His warm tongue swirled deep into her mouth, and she couldn't help but respond. Wen stood up, turned, and turned on the bedside lamp. He Lan gasped, her eyes glazed over. Liang's hand wasn't idle either; he slipped inside her nightgown, gently tugged, and the strap snapped open. His hand was inside her pale pink bra, kneading and squeezing one nipple until it popped out. Wen helped her sit up and took off her pajamas. As he unhooked her bra, Helan awkwardly reached out and turned the light off again.
Wen finally pulled down her panties, then took a few sips of water and quietly watched the bed for a while. Only the mirror lamp on the desk was on, the light not very strong, casting a dim glow on the bed, but still highlighting the astonishing whiteness of Helan's body. Liang's hand was now between her legs, his palm covering her thick, keratinous pubic hair. She and Liang switched positions, she now curled up in his arms. Liang's towel was spread open, his thick, astonishingly erect penis pressed against her white thigh; it would soon be thrusting into his wife's vagina. Strangely, he felt none of the typical male inferiority complex, even when Helan said that Liang's penis was thicker and stronger than his, and that he would have an orgasm upon penetration. He had no other thoughts. He saw Liang grab her hand, pull it over, and place it on his penis. She hesitated at first, but quickly grasped it and began to stroke it from the inside out. He finished the last sip of water in his glass, walked to the bedside, and looked at his wife's face. Her face was flushed, not the purplish-red of after a meal. He gently stroked her face, and she opened her misty eyes, reached out a hand to hug his neck, and turned him towards her. "Husband," she whispered. Wen was entangled with them again...
Her hand slid inside Wen's shorts and grasped his penis. Wen stopped kissing, lowered his head, and made some space for her to lie down. Then he watched with fascination as Helan held two engorged penises in each hand, stroking them gently and slowly.
After a while, perhaps her wrist was a little sore, she smiled coquettishly at Wen, shook her hand, moved slightly, bent down, and took Wen's penis into her mouth, swallowing it earnestly. Wen was stunned for a moment, his hand reaching for her vagina, immediately getting a sticky wet patch. He quickly had to remove his hand because Liang groaned and also bent down, burying his face between Helan's legs. Wen's hand groped and grabbed one of her breasts, kneading it wantonly, like kneading dough. Suddenly, Helan stopped swallowing, then released him, letting out a low, suppressed moan, "Husband... I'm almost there."
Wen turned around, lowered his head to kiss her body, from her face to her chest, his hands grasping one breast in each hand. "Ah..." she began to scream, her orgasms clearly surging in waves.
"Wife, let Liang in?"
Helan was gripped tightly by pleasure, unable to speak, her eyes pleading as she nodded to Wen. Wen turned on the bedside lamp, patted Liang's shoulder, and Liang got up, grabbed a towel to wipe his wet face, and knelt between Helan's legs. His bright red penis was pressed against her wet vulva, and with one thrust, it plunged into Helan's body. The rapid impact of the large penis may have surprised Helan, but she clearly accepted it quickly. At this moment, she even slightly opened her eyes and gave Wen an embarrassed smile, but was quickly swept into a state of ecstasy by Liang's fierce thrusts. ...
Wen held her in his arms, constantly rubbing her, kissing her, feeling every subtle tremor of her body, and following Liang's rhythm, his hands caressed her from her breasts to her face.
He whispered in her ear, "Wife, are you enjoying it?"
Helan nodded nervously, then suddenly shook her head, muttering, "How could this be... How could this be?"
Liang thrust into her violently and mechanically. Suddenly, Helan stood erect, her body taut like a bowstring. Wen, caught off guard, hastily responded.
But Helan continued to giggle, shaking her head, panting heavily, twisting her body, desperately pressing her lower body against Liang, trying to penetrate him further. Clearly, Liang was caught off guard and ejaculated with a howl. After a while, he chuckled somewhat awkwardly, reached for her waist, lifted her, and placed her on the pillow.
She suddenly clenched tightly. "I can't take it anymore," he explained breathlessly to Wen. "
You got a taste of its power, didn't you?" Wen said.
"Ah, yes." Liang hugged her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately. His sweat clung stickily to her skin. Just then, Wen, standing behind Helan, sandwiched her between him. He touched between her legs; it was incredibly wet. Without a word, he leaned forward and thrust his painfully hard penis into her slippery, warm opening…
The room was filled with a wild, wanton atmosphere of lust.

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