The First Chapter of "The Years of Delight": Spring Loneliness

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"The Years of Delight" Chapters 1-20 (Unabridged Complete) [Author: Gu Huai
] Synopsis:
Good flowers don't bloom forever, good times don't last forever; don't wait until the flowers wither, for there's no time for pleasure. This is the mentality of a lustful woman, and it's what they are all about. This book depicts the story of young female white-collar workers who seize the day. It should be said that doing things with one's own husband can't be considered lustful, but doing things with men other than one's husband is undeniably lustful!
This book is purely erotic. The author's latest release, Chapter 20, ends with "(The End)," it's unclear whether this is the end of this chapter or the end of the entire book. Regardless of whether it's finished, since it's marked "(The End)," let's consider it finished for now! However, the ending seems to be incomplete; it's unknown whether the author will continue writing. Although the book only has 20 chapters, each chapter is over 10,000 words, totaling over 220,000 words, making it at least a novella. This is the original, complete manuscript.

Chapter 1: Spring Solitude

"Lu Yan, time to go home! Still not finished? Come on, let's do it tomorrow. Time to go home!" Li Yu tapped the desk in front of her, getting up as she called out to Lu Yan, who was still engrossed in revising the documents.

"I'm almost done. You can go now. These documents have to be submitted before the end of the workday. Xiao Gu is waiting for them." Lu Yan waved impatiently at Li Yu without even looking up.

"Hehe, Xiao Gu, Xiao Gu, you call me that so affectionately. What, your husband's not home, and you miss your handsome young man?" Seeing her expression, Li Yu couldn't help but tease her.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Work, work, this is work, you know?" Knowing she was joking, Lu Yan still blushed.

"Oh, you're blushing. Work, work, do you know any other words? Besides work, there are many other good things, like men." Li Yu continued to tease.

"What kind of man are you? You think everyone's like you? You have no serious thoughts at work, all you do is stare at handsome guys on the street, and then you come home and fawn over your Zhen Xing." Lu Yan retorted.

"What, you're jealous that I fawn over my husband? Yes, yes, yes, it's because some people's husbands are away for further studies, leaving them with unfulfilled romantic feelings but no one to fawn over, just sitting there holding their materials and sighing in vain. Hehe." Li Yu didn't back down and continued to tease her.

"You brat, you're the one who's fawning over your husband and sighing in vain. Go back to your home now, I'm going to call Zhen Xing later and have him give you a good talking to." Lu Yan shooed her away impatiently.

"Hehe, you want him to deal with me? I'd rather he deal with you." Li Yu not only didn't leave, but instead smiled and came closer, pretending to be serious, saying, "Seriously, Lu Yan, your Duan Yi has been gone for so many days, don't you miss him at all? They say women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties, so don't tell me you're not... not itchy down there..."

"Pah, pah, pah, you're the one who's like a wolf or a tiger, you're the one who's... itchy down there, you think everyone's like you..." Lu Yan's face turned even redder with embarrassment at her blatant joke, and she stood up as if to hit her.

"Hehe, look at your blushing face. You're just pretending. You still think being innocent is as fashionable as it was back in college? These days, it's all about living for the moment, 'drink today, for tomorrow we may die.' Haven't you heard?" Li Yu laughed, dodging her, but her mouth didn't stop: "Women, you only have so much youth, it's gone in a flash, and you have to spend it all on one man, devoted to him forever. Meanwhile, men are always out there having fun, indulging in debauchery. Don't you feel wronged?"

"Wronged, wronged, wronged! If you feel wronged, then you go and live for the moment too!" Lu Yan teased her.

"You think I haven't? Let me tell you, I've been living for the moment for a long time." Li Yu didn't care.

"You? Living for the moment?" Lu Yan looked doubtful.

"What? Don't you believe me?" Li Yu retorted.

"Don't believe me!"

"Believe it or not!" "

I don't believe you. If you're going to live for the moment, then tell me how." Lu Yan started provoking her.

"Hehe, you want to know? I'm not telling you. If you really want to know, go do it yourself." Li Yu wasn't buying it, and pouted angrily. "But seriously, that handsome young man Gu in the next office is really good. He's practically there, might as well take advantage of him. While your Duan Yi isn't here, think about it. Enjoy yourself while you can."

"Think about it my foot!" Lu Yan pretended to hit her.

"Hehe." Li Yu laughed and dodged, running out while saying, "Let's go, let's go home and snuggle with our husbands. I won't stop her from flirting with handsome guys."

"Ahem." Lu Yan cleared her throat secretly. For some reason, her heart pounded the moment she knocked on the door. "What's going on? Is it because of what Li Yu just said?" She took a deep breath, relaxed her tension, and then knocked on the door: "Bang...bang."

"Ah, it's Teacher Lu. Please come in." Gu Yong looked up and saw Lu Yan at the door. His eyes lit up, and he stood up to greet her.

"Little Gu, you've been waiting, haven't you? I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting so long for just a few materials. I'm only just finishing now." Lu Yan's tone was gentle, a smile playing on her lips as she moved lightly. She didn't know why, but whenever she was in front of this handsome young man, she couldn't help but be extra careful about her words and actions, trying her best to be as

dignified and elegant as possible. "It's alright, Teacher Lu, I haven't been waiting long either. As long as it's you, I'd be willing to wait another hour." Gu Yong looked at the still charming and beautiful woman before him, unable to contain his excitement. Unconsciously, a hint of joke crept into his words.

Lu Yan glanced at him. She was nearsighted and didn't like wearing glasses, so through the slightly blurry vision, she saw an exceptionally handsome smiling face. "This guy, knowing I'm the director's wife, dares to tease me. He's got guts." Although she thought this, she couldn't help but secretly rejoice: "Hehe, this also proves I'm still quite charming." "Really?

I should have known better than to rush and make you wait another hour." Lu Yan casually joked with him. "

Hehe, of course." Gu Yong chuckled, took the materials she handed him, and flipped through them.

"This time it should be fine, right? Just because of one sentence from you, I spent the whole afternoon revising. Look, my hands are sore." As she spoke, Lu Yan rubbed her right hand, looking very tired.

"It's my fault, it's my fault. I shouldn't have asked such a beautiful teacher like Teacher Lu to make so many materials. I apologize to Teacher Lu here." Gu Yong put down the materials, his face full of smiles.

"Hmph, what's the use of apologizing with words? It's all fake." Hearing him directly compliment her on her beauty, Lu Yan felt overjoyed. Unconsciously, what started as a joke gradually became more and more like coquettishness.

Looking at the charming, seemingly coquettish woman before him, Gu Yong couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement: Was this pretty girl flirting with me? Suddenly, a surge of courage welled up within him, and a lighthearted joke slipped out: "What should I do? How about I give you a massage?" He made a gesture as if to grab her hands.

"Ah!" Lu Yan was startled, not expecting him to have the audacity to do this, and quickly dodged, almost having her hands caught. She was about to get angry, but seeing the handsome smiling face before her, she managed to suppress her anger. "You...you...you little rascal...who...who wants you to massage them?" Her face was already flushed red as she spoke.

"Hehe, no, no." Gu Yong felt a surge of pride seeing her shy expression and feigned weakness.

"Hmph, what do you mean no? You still need to log into the electronic version, right? Do you want me to help you read it? If not, I'm leaving work." Lu Yan took a deep breath, suppressing her inner turmoil, and steered the conversation back to business.

"Hehe, yes, of course I want it."

"Hehe, hehe. All you do is giggle like an idiot. Hurry up, I'll read and you type." With that, Lu Yan picked up the materials, her earlier coquettishness vanishing, replaced by a serious expression.

"Hehe, okay, you read and I'll type." Gu Yong chuckled again, quickly opening the document to type.

"According to instructions from higher authorities, this new plan adjustment involves major adjustments in the following three aspects: First..." Before he could finish, Lu Yan had already picked up the materials and started reading. She'd only read one sentence when Gu Yong's hesitant voice rang out: "Lu... Teacher Lu..."

"What? Get back to typing." Lu Yan demanded

sharply. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to get a chair and sit down." Gu Yong tried to appease her gently.

"Sit? No, standing is fine. I'll continue reading." Lu Yan showed no appreciation and continued reading: "Regarding basic implementation, our department plans to..."

Gu Yong gave a wry smile, fell silent, and quickly started typing.

One stood, the other sat; one read materials, the other typed. So close, yet their tacit cooperation created an atmosphere in the office that was both ambiguous and harmonious, subtle and alluring, captivating both of them.

"Mom, I won't be coming home today. Even though the weekend is almost over, everyone's working hard, and I can't relax. I'll stay at school to study tomorrow and the day after. Your good son, Duan Xiao." Lu Yan pressed the record button, and her son's familiar voice came through.

"That kid, he's really sensible now," Lu Yan said with a smile. Her son was in his final year of junior high at a top-tier city high school, usually boarding at school and only coming home for the weekend once every four weeks. Considering the intense studies in his final year, Lu Yan fully supported his decision.

"Sigh, my husband's gone for further studies, and my son isn't coming home either. I'm all alone again," Lu Yan sighed softly, took off her clothes, and headed to the bathroom for a good bath. When she was home alone, she liked to take a bath and then lie naked on the sofa watching TV. This way, she felt completely at ease, utterly free, and unrestrained.

"Ring ring...ring ring..." Just then, the living room phone suddenly rang shrilly.

"Who's calling at this hour? So annoying!" Lu Yan muttered, walking towards the receiver,

her voice clearly unfriendly. "Hello, who is it?" She picked up the phone.

"Hello, Lu Yan, it's me, my old classmate Zhen Xing." A familiar voice came from the other end—Li Yu's husband, Zhen Xing.

"Oh, it's you! Why are you calling at this hour?" Lu Yan's voice rose slightly upon hearing it was an old acquaintance.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Judging from your tone, Miss, is this call ill-timed?" Zhen Xing laughed on the phone.

"Of course it's ill-timed! I was just about to take a relaxing bath when your call ruined my good mood." Lu Yan didn't mince words, immediately scolding him.

"Oh dear, so that explains why you're being so rude. Turns out I disturbed your bath time, Miss. Hehe, still calling yourself 'this young lady,' do you think this is still college? Don't you realize your son's in his final year of junior high?" Zhen Xing teased on the phone.

"What's wrong with that? 'This young lady,' 'this young lady,' I just like calling myself 'this young lady.' Hey, hurry up and tell me what's up, this young lady is waiting to go for her bath," Lu Yan replied.

"Hehe, you sound so impatient, don't tell me you're not wearing any clothes right now. Hehehe." Zhen Xing deliberately laughed strangely.

"You jerk, what's it to you whether I'm dressed or not? Tell me now, or I'm hanging up," Lu Yan snapped.

"Hehe, I'll tell you, I just wanted to ask if you have any plans for tomorrow night, like a dinner party or something."

"What, you want to invite me to dinner?"

"Hehe, yes, I just wanted to invite you to my house for a casual meal."

"What? Why would you invite me to dinner for no reason? It's like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken, you don't have any good intentions." Lu Yan was a little skeptical.

"Look at you, judging a grown man by the standards of a woman. Tomorrow's the weekend, and it's not your International Women's Day in a week, so I was planning to invite you..." Before Zhen Xing could finish, a woman's voice came from the phone, scolding, "Hey, what are you saying? What International Women's Day? I'm listening."

"Hehe, you're talking nonsense. Did your wife scold you?" Lu Yan chuckled and shouted into the phone, "Hey, Li Yu, are you still going to control your Zhen Xing? This guy is sexually harassing me again!"

"Hehe, she's in the kitchen. No matter how loud you shout, it's no use. She can't hear you at all." Zhen Xing's sly laugh came from the phone. "Or, I'll bring the phone to her."

"Bring it to you, my foot." Lu Yan was a little amused and exasperated.

"A ghost would do, preferably a beautiful female ghost like you. It's a dark and stormy night, the window suddenly opens silently, and she floats in, oh..."

"Hehehehe." Hearing him mention the window, Lu Yan burst into laughter. "Hehe, Zhen Xing, you're so shameless. Who opens a window and floats in at the middle of the night? Do you still remember those embarrassing things you did back then?"

Back then, Zhen Xing, trying to woo Li Yu, climbed to the second-floor window on Valentine's Day to deliver roses, but accidentally fell, becoming the laughingstock of the entire department. Just thinking about it made Lu Yan laugh.

"Oh dear, my dear, why do you have to bring that up? It's just a little embarrassing thing, why are you so fixated on it?" Zhen Xing pretended to be angry on the phone.

"Hehe." Lu Yan laughed, "Who's holding a grudge against you? You brought it up first."

"Did I bring it up first? No, right?" Zhen Xing started to act coy.

"Alright, alright, I knew you'd be like this. You always resort to excuses when you're out of arguments. Is there anything else? Is it just because of International Women's Day that I'm a little skeptical?" Lu Yan was still somewhat doubtful of his sincerity in inviting her.

"You, you're still the same as always, so suspicious." Zhen Xing sighed on the phone, "This was my Li Yu's idea. She told me that your husband went to his temporary post, and your son is at boarding school, so you're all alone at home, which is quite pitiful. Why don't you come to my house for a meal on International Women's Day? Besides, Duan Yi entrusted you to me before he left, asking me to take care of you."

"Who asked you to take care of me? You're just pretending." Lu Yan felt a warmth in her heart, but she still stubbornly retorted.

"Oh dear, oh dear, look at you, you take my sincerity for granted. I'm just trying to be nice by inviting you to dinner, and you're insulting my character." Zhen Xing also pretended to be angry on the other end of the phone.

"Hehe, do I need to insult your character? I..." Lu Yan was about to continue teasing him when she heard Li Yu say from beside the phone, "Hey, Zhen Xing, have you told Lu Yan yet? She's been nagging for so long."

"I did, hehe, she's digging up my secrets again." Zhen Xing explained to his wife, "Why don't you tell her? I told her but she doesn't believe me."

"Why wouldn't she believe me? Just tell her she can't not come, or I'll make her pay." Li Yu continued.

"Okay, okay." Zhen Xing quickly agreed, then said to Lu Yan, "Did you hear that? I'm not lying, I'm really inviting you to dinner."

"Hehe, you're one to have a conscience." Lu Yan laughed, "What dishes have you prepared? Let me tell you in advance, I won't go if it's not the finest delicacies."

"Oh, the more I say you're fat, the more arrogant you get. You're welcome, okay? You'll get your share of food, and if you can't finish it, you'll have to take it home."

"Hmph, we'll see who gets to take it home then." Lu Yan continued stubbornly.

"Still chatting? Haven't you had enough? Hurry up, dinner's ready!" Li Yu's urging voice came from the phone again.

"Alright, alright, I'm not going to argue with you anymore, my wife's calling for dinner. Bye-bye." With that, Zhen Xing hung up the phone.

"Hehe, I have to say, Zhen Xing really listens to Li Yu." Lu Yan put down the phone, walking towards the bathroom while thinking to herself.

"Damn it, that old hag, after all these years, she still has the same bad temper. She's like she's taken a ton of gunpowder whenever she talks to me. Hmph, one day I'll get you." Zhen Xing hung up the phone and turned to walk towards the dining table.

Li Yu was setting out the dishes when he saw Zhen Xing approaching. She scolded him, "What's wrong? Why are you throwing a tantrum? Why didn't you yell at her when you were on the phone? Now that you've finished, you're throwing a tantrum."

"Hehe, that tigress, how could I dare?" Zhen Xing chuckled as he sat down, grabbing a piece of stir-fried meat and putting it in his mouth, muttering, "My dear wife, the food smells so good today."

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Go wash your hands." Li Yu slapped him with her chopsticks. "You're so enthusiastic when you're on the phone with someone else's wife, but you don't even notice your own wife is busy to death

. You have no conscience." "Yes, yes, I don't have a cold heart, but I have a piping hot hot dog here." Zhen Xing stood up with a grin, pulling down his trousers to reveal his manhood. Among the dark, thick grass, his manhood was already standing erect.

"You pervert, we're eating, stop fooling around..." Li Yu had just taken a bite when, before she could dodge, he grabbed her around the waist.

"It's just eating, your little mouth up here can't go hungry down there either." Zhen Xing leered as he reached down and pulled her pants down to her buttocks.

Li Yu held a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, struggling a few times but to no avail, so she had no choice but to let him do as he pleased, laughing and cursing, "You...you get lost, you can get this hard just by making a phone call to someone's wife, you're something else."

"Hehe, I'm something else, you little slut, you're not any different, you're already this wet down there, and you're still being coy." As he spoke, Zhen Xing had already pulled his wife's casual pants down to her thighs, revealing a pair of snow-white, flawless, plump buttocks, and touched the entrance to her paradise, which was already overflowing with water.

"Oh, who...was being coy, you...you...you're so hard." Li Yu stopped struggling, and the hand that had put down the bowl and chopsticks had already grabbed her husband's manhood.

"Hehe, hard, isn't it? You like hard ones, and not just one." Zhen Xing continued to tease her, while lifting her pink buttocks. "Your little pussy smells so good. Did you use shower gel to wash it in the shower?" Zhen Xing looked at his wife's plump vulva, flicked it with his finger, and sighed sincerely.

"Mmm..." Li Yu hummed softly, her face flushed. She liked her husband teasing her with such lewd words; it made her even more excited.

"Your little pussy is so tender. Come on, stick your ass up higher, let your husband have a taste." With her very cooperative attitude, he easily kissed her plump vulva, his tongue slipping inside and licking

. "Oh...you...you...don't...lick like that..." The tender flesh of her vulva was extremely sensitive, and Li Yu quickly became aroused, moaning.

"Damn, you slut, you're so wet." Zhen Xing leaned out, smacked his lips, and laughed.

Li Yu's face flushed red. She didn't speak, but instead held onto the dining table, raising her buttocks higher to make it easier for him to lick her. Zhen Xing stood up, his penis aimed at her wet opening. With a soft "Oh," Li Yu let out a soft moan, and his penis slid in, all the way to the bottom.

"Oh, husband...so...so thick...so good."

"Good, right? Damn, your pussy is so slippery, hot and slippery. Tell me, who fucked your pussy so slippery?" Zhen Xing took a deep breath, savoring the pleasure of his penis penetrating her vagina, and teased her.

"...By...by..." Li Yu stammered, unwilling to answer, driven by a woman's instinctive modesty.

"Tell me, by whom?" Zhen Xing pressed down on her plump buttocks, thrusting his penis in again, pressing her further.

"Ah...husband, by...by you..." Li Yu cried out again in a hurry.

"Who else is there besides me?"

"Oh...woo...and...and...Duan...Duan Yi..." Li Yu groaned, already used to this kind of question and answer between husband and wife. Back then, when her husband tempted her to engage in role-playing fantasies, he would ask her such questions, and she would feel very embarrassed. But now, she was already very familiar with it, especially a year ago, when Duan Hao officially joined their erotic game. She no longer felt embarrassed at all, but rather felt it was natural and extremely exciting.

"Fuck, you little slut, you still remember Duan Yi, huh? Tell me, it's been a long time since Duan Yi fucked your little cunt, huh?" Zhen Xing was very satisfied with his wife's answer, because such an answer only increased his inner excitement. He couldn't help but increase the rhythm, thrusting his penis in and out vigorously.

"Ah...ah...ah...yes...yes..." Li Yu's delicate body trembled as he thrust, and her moans became louder.

"Tell me, who's better, me or Duan Yi?" Zhen Xing thrust while intensifying his verbal stimulation of his wife.

"...I...I won't tell you..." Li Yu's eyes were slightly closed, her waist twisting as she cooperated with the man's movements, enjoying the pleasure.

"Will you tell me or not!" Zhen Xing suddenly thrust hard, his large penis deeply penetrating her vagina, pounding several times.

"...Oh...oh..." Li Yu shivered several times from the thrusting, her moans growing louder.

"You slut, will you tell me who's better, me or Duan Yi!" Zhen Xing became increasingly arrogant.

"Ah...ah...husband...you...Duan Hao...one...one..." Li Yu stammered, her voice soft and seductive.

"One, one what one, tell me, who's better." With that, Zhen Xing thrust in all the way in again.

"...One...equally better..." Li Yu couldn't hold back any longer and finally answered.

"As good as you? You say I'm as good as Duan Yi? Damn, you're really slutty. I'll fuck you until you're screaming for your parents." Hearing the woman's reply, Zhen Xing's fighting spirit was instantly ignited. He thrust his hips harder, pumping even more violently.

"Ahhh, you...you're good, you're good, husband...you're good..." The fierce attack made Li Yu's vagina feel sore and numb, and she couldn't help but beg for mercy.

"Fuck, fuck you to death, you slut. Now you say I'm good? Damn, if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll still be so stubborn." Hearing his wife beg for mercy, Zhen Xing felt a strange sense of pride, and his thrusts became even more vigorous.

"...Ah...ah...ah...husband, fuck...fuck me to death...fuck you to death, you unfaithful wife..." Li Yu was now lying on the dining table, only able to passively respond to the man's attack. Wave after wave of assault had already brought her to the peak of lust, and all sorts of lewd moans and groans came out of her mouth...

"Damn, remember how Duan Yi used to fuck you like this too? Damn, you got fucked so well by that kid Duan Yi, but I haven't even gotten close to that kid's wife." Zhen Xing was clearly looking at his wife's honey hole being fucked, but what flashed through his mind was Lu Yan's pretty face.

"Ah...ah...ah! Husband, I...I know you...you also want to fuck...fuck Lu Yan, you...you should...just treat me like Lu Yan now. Ah, fuck...fuck me, I...I am Lu Yan, I am Duan Hao's wife Lu Yan..." Li Yu naturally understood her husband's thoughts. She herself had already imagined her husband, who was desperately fucking her, as Duan Hao. When she heard her husband mention Lu Yan again, she took the initiative to bring up the game they usually played, fantasizing about wife swapping.

"Ah...Lu Yan, you little slut, come here, let my big cock fuck you properly!" Zhen Xing closed his eyes. He seemed to see that the person moaning in front of him was no longer his wife Li Yu, but Duan Yi's wife Lu Yan, shouting and screaming under the thrusting of his big cock, her lewd sounds continuous.

"Ah...ah...ah..." "Slap...slap...slap..." The soup and food on the table were gradually cooling down, but the two worms beside the table were becoming increasingly aroused. One was a wanton man, and the other a lustful woman. While they were enjoying their own lust, one fantasized about someone else's husband, and the other fantasized about her friend's beautiful wife. The sounds of their mouths uttering secrets and their bodies colliding created a stirring and beautiful symphony of desire, wave after wave, one higher than the other.

"Hehe, Zhen Xing must be furious again." Lu Yan thought to herself with secret pride. She loved to bicker with him in college, and she always won. It was the same now.

"Oh, I'm so tired. I'm going to take a good bath. When no one cares about you, you have to learn to take care of yourself." Lu Yan stretched and moved lightly into the bathroom. She filled the tub with water, adjusted the temperature, and lay down.

"Ah, so comfortable." She couldn't help but moan in comfort.

Warm water gently embraced her jade-like body, the abundant foam releasing a delicate fragrance. Lu Yan closed her eyes slightly, grasped the foam with both hands, and continuously rubbed it onto her body. Wherever her palms touched, there was only fine and tender skin, warm, smooth, and white as jade. She was almost forty, yet her skin was still so delicate, which was undoubtedly related to this habit.

"Clear water like jade, warmth surpassing spring, the beauty remains, though nearing middle age, her fragrant skin is still like jade, but alas, I have leaned against the railing countless times, yet no one pities me. Alas, what use is this beautiful skin? My husband is far away, leaving me alone to guard this empty room." Lu Yan couldn't help but lament her fate again. She had graduated with a degree in Chinese literature and loved reading poetry and lyrics, often reciting verses offhand.

"It's all that little slut Li Yu's fault, saying I'm alone in my loneliness. So what if I love being alone? Do you think everyone is as wanton as you, unable to live without a man?" Recalling Li Yu's joke from that afternoon, Lu Yan couldn't help but curse her.

"Slut, she screams and yells at the slightest touch from a man, but when it comes to sex, she doesn't care about anything, she screams until the sky falls." Lu Yan recalled the things Li Yu and Zhen Xing did in their dorm when she was in college, and her cursing intensified. Unconsciously, she felt a surge of heat deep within her body, making her feel hot and restless.

Lu Yan reached out and grabbed the edge of the bathtub, stood up, and examined her body in the large mirror on the wall. Indeed, it was a near-perfect female body. Judging from the surface, she didn't look like she was nearly forty years old. Her skin was still snow-white and delicate, her legs were still slender and long, and even her breasts, which were slightly flat in her youth, had become fuller and rounder due to her husband's years of development and breastfeeding after marriage. If there was any flaw, it was just a little bit of extra fat around her waist, but overall, she was still slender.

Even more precious was that beneath her still flat and taut abdomen lay her most treasured private paradise as a woman, so full and so abundant.

"Sigh! Such a beautiful and ripe fruit, why is no one here to pluck it?" A nameless emptiness and loneliness welled up in her heart, and Lu Yan couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"Almost forty, they say women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty, and there's definitely some truth to that. Sigh, my perfect body, if no one cherishes it, will it really go to waste?" Lost in thought, Lu Yan couldn't help but reach for her own wanton paradise.

"Ugh, so wet, so swollen, so uncomfortable," Lu Yan gently teased and caressed, and gradually, a voice began to call out in her heart: "Man, man, I want a man."

"Handsome, so handsome." Lu Yan closed her eyes, as if she saw a handsome and strong man, naked, with an exceptionally thick and long penis erect between his legs, walking towards her.

"Ah, come here, come here, come and fuck me, fuck my little cunt," Lu Yan silently cried out in her heart. She welcomed this fantasy man to please her, possess her, and conquer her.

Then, as she wished, Lu Yan saw the man carry her to the bed, spread her legs, part her labia, and aim his large penis, with a glans the size of an egg, at the entrance of her vagina. With a thrust, he plunged it all the way in.

"Oh, so thick, so comfortable," Lu Yan couldn't help but let out a muffled gasp, enjoying the sensation immensely.

Lu Yan was already very skilled at this kind of fantasy masturbation, and she enjoyed it very much. After so many years of marriage, the initial passion with her husband had long since turned into something mundane, and sex had become like doing homework, happening less and less frequently. But strangely, time had worn away the initial passion, but it had also made her desires stronger. For a woman like Lu Yan, with no worries about her career or family, and at the age when she was most sexually active, what else could she think about but lust?

Whenever she saw a handsome man, she couldn't help but have fantasies, even experiencing physical arousal—her genitals would become engorged with blood, and her whole body would feel hot. However, this desire had nowhere to be satisfied; she was desperately thirsty and could only soothe herself through fantasies.

At first, this masturbation was occasional, but gradually, she enjoyed it more and more. Even when she was with her husband, she could drift off into daydreams, imagining herself with other handsome men. Now, with her husband away, this masturbation had become even more commonplace.

As a modern, educated woman, she was very open-minded about this. At first, she felt a little embarrassed, but the more she indulged, the less she felt it mattered. She set a bottom line for herself: emotional infidelity was just a form of entertainment, while physical infidelity was the real betrayal. As long as she could guarantee she wouldn't actually betray him, that was enough.

She thought this way, and she acted accordingly. Over the years, no matter how high her desires were, she always adhered to this bottom line, constantly reminding herself not to actually commit adultery.

Li Yu had a precise understanding of this characteristic of hers. At a gathering of her close friends, when everyone was quite drunk, Li Yu summarized Lu Yan like this: "Lu Yan, if you ask me, is a typical case of being physically virtuous and professional, but mentally promiscuous and wanton."

The friends burst into laughter and applause, praising Li Yu's insightful summary.

At that moment, her face flushed red, she stubbornly retorted: "So what if I'm this type? Humph, with my looks, if I really wanted to have an affair, there would be a whole regiment of men lining up waiting for me."

Then the friends laughed again.

"Oh...oh..." Lu Yan tightened her legs, increasingly enjoying this masturbation. At this moment, in her mind, fantasy was almost indistinguishable from real sex, even surpassing it in some ways. Because, in reality, her sex life was limited to her husband, while in her fantasies, she could be with any man, such as Xiao Gu, or even Li Yu's husband, Zhen Xing.

"Husband...husband, you...you ran so far away, and instead of fucking Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan got fucked by other men." Zhang Hai tried her best to use her imagination. In her mind, she had already found a substitute for her husband, which was Xiao Gu, whom she had just made materials with that afternoon.

"Xiao...Xiao Gu, you little rascal, it feels so good to use your big cock on your sister, ah...Xiao Gu, dear brother, harder...harder, fuck your sister properly." She fantasized in her mind, and her mouth murmured lewd words, just like in reality.

"Ah...ah...good little brother, you're fucking me so...so beautiful, so comfortable. Oh...oh, your cock is so hard, so hot and strong, it's almost making my pussy numb..."

As her fantasies progressed, her lewd thoughts shifted frequently, and the man in her mind was not always the same. Gradually, Xiao Gu's face became blurry, while Li Yu's husband Zhen Xingfei's face became clear: "Zhen Xing? You...you bastard, you scoundrel. Is it you fucking me? It really is you fucking me. Haven't you wanted to fuck me for a long time? Now you've finally fucked me. Oh...oh...you...you're fucking me so comfortably."

In her fantasy, she didn't forget to show off to Li Yu: "Yue...yue, you...you're so capable, aren't you? You...you know, your husband Zhen Xing is fucking...fucking me right now, ah...oh...it's fucking me so comfortably..."

"You...you little slut, are you jealous? Ah...ah...look at your husband's cock, so big and erect, so hot and hard, like...like a big banana, right inside my little...little cunt...it's all wet, the water flowing from my cunt..."

Lu Yan and Li Yu, though they seem like best friends, have a lot of secret rivalries. They compare clothes, cars, houses, and even their husbands. When they're having a good chat, they even praise each other's sexual prowess, not wanting to be outdone, just to make the other feel better and satisfy their innate vanity. "...Oh..." Lu Yan suddenly let out a long moan, her body trembling, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed from her honeypot, flowing down her long, white thighs. In her erotic dream, she finally reached the climax of lust.

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