【Braised Summer】

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The Petroleum Administration compound, with its fifty-year history, is renowned for its elegant environment.

Along , towering French plane trees, requiring two people to encircle their trunks,

stand in abundance, their dense foliage completely blocking out the sunlight. The few rays that occasionally pierce through become bright white spots on the concrete pavement. A

small ditch flows south along the road, ending at a two-story office building of the Administration's Logistics Department, nestled among the trees.

The ditch meanders around the building, its water flowing merrily, as if telling passersby of its many years of witnessing.

Zhan Hong, the office director of the Logistics Department, stands beside clerk Ma Ning's desk, bending over and pointing at the LCD

screen . Ma Ning, seated in her chair, rapidly types on the keyboard as Zhan Hong speaks: "

Don't include this clause. It's an empty building; how can we ensure security? Should we assign him a security guard?"

"He's probably worried about something happening, so we'll write this clause so we'll take responsibility," Ma Ning says,

her hands constantly revising.

Zhan Hong glanced at Ma Ning and said, "Never mind him. He's trying to put a strain on us. If something really happens, who

will we turn to?" As he spoke, he inadvertently glanced at Ma Ning's chest, lingering for a moment.

Because of the hot weather today, Ma Ning was wearing a light blue sleeveless midi dress. Her already fair skin looked even more

like crystal. Her full breasts stretched open the front of the dress, revealing a small portion of her

smooth The deep cleavage in the middle swayed left and right with the movement of Ma Ning's arms,

a beautiful sight.

Zhan Hong swallowed hard and turned back to Zhan Hong. "Everything else is about right. Print it out first. Tell

Xiao Min to come over this afternoon and see if he has any other requests."

"Yes, Director."

Zhan Hong turned and walked towards his office. Before leaving, he glanced back at Ma Ning sitting in her chair

.

Back in his office, Zhan Hong plopped down in his chair, propping his legs up on the desk. His mind was filled with

the image of the woman he'd just seen when he turned around. Her dress was thin, the bra lines clearly visible under her arms and along her chest, almost revealing

the fabric's texture. The hem of the dress casually draped over her thighs, the exposed white skin

extending , reaching into his heart. Her big toe playfully twitched, and Zhan Hong's heart skipped a beat. So

alluring! A surge of heat rushed down to his lower abdomen. Zhan Hong reached down and pressed his hand against his groin; it was noticeably bulging

…

Ma Ning, 23, had only been out of university for two years. After graduation, she insisted on being self-reliant, searching for work on her own,

but for various reasons, she was never satisfied. Finally, with her parents' help, she got a job at the administrative

office, and had only been working there for three months. The easy work and pleasant environment of the office allowed her to quickly adapt to life there.

Zhan Hong was also extremely kind to her, offering advice on work and life, helping her solve problems. She

couldn't help but regard him as an older brother. As her direct superior, Director Zhan's gaze often

held a profound meaning, yet it didn't make her uncomfortable.

From childhood, Ma Ning had lived under this gaze. Starting in high school, her figure gradually became

more prominent. Her round face, beautiful neck, and full breasts filled her with pride. When showering at home,

Ma Ning often stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror for a while, admiring her long legs and slender feet

. The sight of her fair skin covered in water droplets on her rounded shoulders made her involuntarily aroused. Beautiful women often have a slight narcissism, which

might explain why she wasn't averse to Zhan Hong's gaze.

Continuing his fantasies about Ma Ning, Zhan Hong's hand trembled violently at his crotch.

"Hmm..." Zhan Hong let out a long breath, reached for a piece of paper, wiped away the white stains splattered on the table,

and then wiped his penis, the swollen glans twitching with each wipe. After putting his penis away, he stood up .

It was already six o'clock, just past the end of the workday. He listened to the quiet hallway outside the office. " Time to go home.

"

Hearing the door open, his wife Wang Aidong's voice rang out from the kitchen.

"Yes, I'm back. Xiaoxiao, Dad's home."

"Mom picked up our son; he's staying with her tonight."

"Oh." Zhan Hong hung up his bag, changed his clothes, and went into the kitchen.

"What are you making today?" Zhan Hong asked, watching his wife's retreating figure.

"Bitter melon, romaine lettuce, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes." His wife didn't turn around, stirring the vegetables in the pan, making

sizzling sounds, filling the kitchen with the fresh aroma of romaine lettuce.

Wang Aidong worked in the academic affairs office of the Petroleum Middle School. She loved sports, especially swimming, and had a tanned complexion that

gave her a healthy and robust appearance. More than five years after giving birth, her figure had recovered remarkably well; one might believe she hadn't

had a child . Her pregnancy and childbirth experience added a touch of mature womanly charm. Because her child wasn't home,

she was only wearing a tank top and pink sheer boxer shorts. Her round, firm buttocks

stretched , and because they were so thin, the cleft between her buttocks was clearly visible. Zhan Hong watched for a while 　　, feeling

a bit aroused. He walked behind his wife, straightened his lower body, and gently rubbed his 　　round buttocks against hers. "Don't bother me, I'm cooking." Wang Aidong hurriedly shook her hips, unintentionally thrusting back a few times, feeling her husband's little brother slowly getting erect. Zhan Hong was only wearing a pair of shorts, and he could feel the heat and softness between his wife's buttocks, squeezing his little brother, which felt very comfortable. He seized the feeling and made it stand up. He held his wife's waist with both hands and thrust his hips forward slightly . 　　"Ouch! Stop it, the food will burn." 　　Zhan Hong didn't say anything, just chuckled. 　　"Wait a bit, come after we finish eating." Wang Aidong coaxed him. 　　"Then I'll eat you first." He leaned on his wife's shoulder, turned his head to smell the fragrance of her hair. He also kissed his wife's smooth neck, then let go, walked to the cupboard, and helped his wife take out the dishes. 　　Because their child is usually at home, and with both sets of grandparents sometimes staying for a month or two to help with childcare, the couple hasn't felt the same way they did when they were newlyweds for a long time. Their romantic time together has almost completely stopped. 　　"Today, Ai Dong and I can run around naked at home," Zhan Hong thought smugly as he served the dishes. 　　After dinner, the two sat on the sofa watching TV. Wang Ai Dong leaned against Zhan Hong, her legs resting on his. 　　Zhan Hong, preoccupied with how to be intimate with his wife later, was somewhat absent-minded. Suddenly, he remembered the movie "Apple" he'd downloaded a few days ago —it featured a beautiful actress appearing completely nude.

"Shall we watch a movie?" Zhan Hong said.

"What movie?"

"Apple, I heard it won an award." Zhan Hong said.

"Okay."

They moved to the computer desk, then huddled together on the sofa bed in the small bedroom, watching the movie while cuddling.

As the plot unfolded, the female protagonist, who worked at a foot massage parlor, came home and took a shower in the cramped bathroom. The male protagonist,

who was eating, put down his chopsticks and rushed into the bathroom, grabbing the female protagonist and having sex with her. The plot was very realistic,

and the actors' performances were excellent. When he heard the male protagonist standing and holding the female protagonist, who was clinging to him

,

thrusting his hips forcefully while panting, saying, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, it's been days since I've done it, I'm going to cum," Zhan Hong felt a surge of arousal, and his shorts bulged. He glanced at his wife; her

face was also slightly flushed, and her breathing was a little rapid. After years of married life, Zhan Hong knew his wife was aroused.

He no longer cared about watching the movie, rolled over and pinned his wife down. Wang Aidong reached out and hooked her arms around Zhan Hong's neck.

Zhan Hong lowered his head and kissed his wife's lips, his tongue probing deep inside until it entwined with her nipples.

Wang Aidong responded, matching Zhan Hong's kisses, her head twisting on the pillow.

Wang Aidong rolled over, lying face down on the sofa bed. Zhan Hong pressed his entire body against hers, tightly against her back,

starting his kisses from the back of her neck, gradually moving downwards, occasionally licking gently with his tongue. Wang Aidong let out a soft moan, "Mmm

..." Wang Aidong loved Zhan Hong kissing her back.

Zhan Hong's mouth lingered on Wang Aidong's waist, his tongue gently caressing it from side to side. Wang Aidong swayed

her beautiful buttocks .

Zhan Hong moved downwards, pulling down Wang Aidong's boxer shorts with both hands, the crotch between her legs. Wang Aidong cooperated by

arching her buttocks and lifting her legs, allowing Zhan Hong to easily remove the shorts.

His wife's vulva, a narrow slit between her legs, was hidden between her plump labia minora, revealing only

two delicate mounds of flesh. Following these mounds downwards, there was a slightly sunken opening, its brownish entrance opening and

closing with the movement of her legs. Zhan Hong noticed glistening droplets of fluid when the opening slightly opened, and asked Wang Aidong with a smile,

"Feeling good today?"

Wang Aidong reached between Zhan Hong's legs and grasped his penis through his pants. "You've been standing there for ages."

A tingling sensation made Zhan Hong's penis twitch slightly, and he quickly lunged at Wang Aidong, helping her to lie down. He

removed her tank top, grasped one of her breasts with his right hand, and gently massaged the soft yet firm nipple in his palm

. His lips lightly kissed her neck, cheek, and earlobe, occasionally licking them with the tip of his tongue.

Wang Aidong's hands caressed Zhan Hong's back. Her eyes were slightly closed, feeling her husband's caresses.

Zhan Hong's hand reached down, lingering briefly on his wife's smooth abdomen before continuing its downward exploration.

He stopped when he touched the soft pubic hair, scratching it a few times with his fingertips. Feeling the mons pubis pressing upwards,

he didn't continue stroking downwards, but instead turned to his wife's plump inner thighs, grasping the fair

flesh and kneading it forcefully from the bottom to the groin. His protruding wrist bones occasionally brushed against the exposed labia.

Wang Aidong felt a surge of heat coursing through her body towards her legs as Zhan Hong's hand moved.

As his hand scratched the hairy mons pubis, the skin of her perineum tightened and relaxed with the movement of his fingertips

. The labia majora and minora rubbed against each other unevenly, sending tingling pleasure through the dense nerve endings. She

involuntarily raised her hips, her vulva reaching towards his fingers. But her husband's hand bypassed her

labia, which were sending out signals of desire, and instead touched her thighs. A slight sense of loss welled up, and her raised buttocks involuntarily chased after her husband's

hand.

Zhan Hong's hand gripped upwards, while Wang Aidong's vulva chased downwards, the protrusion on her wrist and her plump

labia naturally touching.

As she moved, her hand moved, her legs moved, and the two objects rubbed against each other,

sending waves of tingling, itchy sensations through her legs. Wang Aidong swayed her buttocks restlessly.

Seeing his wife's expression, Zhan Hong felt a surge of pride. Not daring to delay, he withdrew his right hand and reached between her legs,

his fingers caressing her plump labia. They felt soft and supple to the touch; his fingertips had already touched

the skin of her labia, yet he felt no resistance. As he pressed down further, a slight squeezing sensation

came . Further down, the squeezing sensation reached the back of his fingers, where his fingers had sunk into the crevices of her labia

.

"Hoo..." The moment her fingers touched her labia, Wang Aidong let out a soft breath, the tingling

sensation temporarily relieved. She opened her eyes and looked at Zhan Hong. Feeling his fingers gradually penetrating deeper, she closed

her eyes again, savoring the rising pleasure.

Unlike her index and ring fingers, which were blocked outside her labia, Zhan Hong's middle finger felt a slightly

dry, warm, and slippery sensation. His middle fingertip flicked lightly, while the other fingers didn't have such

freedom, instead being tightly pressed together due to the dryness and the pressure of her legs.

"Mmm..." Wang Aidong hummed a comfortable sound from her nose.

Sensing his wife's pleasurable moans, Zhan Hong became even more confident. He then placed his middle finger on her slightly

erect clitoris and gently rubbed it, in circles.

This time, Wang Aidong didn't move, only spreading her legs apart, her hips resting quietly, carefully

experiencing her husband's touch and rubbing of her clitoris. Only when her fingertips reached the sensitive spot did she let out a pleasurable

hum from her nose. Her right hand reached down, pulled down Zhan Hong's shorts, and slipped inside, grasping his already erect penis.

"Huff, huff, huff." Zhan Hong was already panting heavily the moment he grasped it.

Wang Aidong felt as if she were holding a stick that was hard yet supple; she squeezed it slightly and gently

stroked it .

After playing with it for a while, the slight dryness made him uncomfortable, so he reached down to the entrance of her vulva, dabbed some of her

love juice , and smeared it on her plump genitals.

His wife's abundant love juice quickly covered her vulva, and Zhan Hong's four fingers, held together,

slid lightly from side to side across her labia. When he applied pressure, the tender flesh squeezed open quickly between his fingers.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm..." Wang Aidong's moans grew louder, her legs spreading apart and bending,

opening and closing with Zhan Hong's movements, her hips swaying slightly from side to side. Her right hand, holding Zhan Hong's penis,

also increased the speed of its strokes.

"Is it comfortable?" Zhan Hong asked softly, looking at his wife's face, which was contorted with pleasure.

"Mmm,"

Zhan Hong gasped, his hips swaying with Wang Aidong's movements. His fingers felt

the soft, , and he couldn't help but kiss his wife's lips, sucking hard.

"Hmm..."

Wang Aidong let out a seductive moan, tightly hugging Zhan Hong's neck, her full breasts pressed against

her husband's body, swaying with his movements.

Wang Aidong's private parts became increasingly slippery, Zhan Hong's fingers feeling as if they were sliding on a layer of oil.

I can't write anymore.

Reflecting on six years of marriage, there's nothing worth reminiscing about or learning from in our sex life.

The unchanging missionary position, the arduous and nerve-wracking foreplay, left me with only two words:

"exhaustion."

Every sexual encounter was a long test. She didn't know how to build up the mood beforehand, and she never had a sudden

burst of interest. I had to start preparing days in advance, always smiling, doing things to please her, and absolutely

avoiding arguments, otherwise she would lose interest due to her bad mood. Arousal is hard to cultivate, but ruining it

is quick . No matter how well things go beforehand, even once penetration, a small gesture—a touch

, an uncomfortable pillow, accidental rubbing against skin, or even slightly vigorous movement—can undo all the progress.

The result is interruption, even when ejaculation is imminent, because she won't have any

intention or action to adjust her mood or coordinate with her partner.

With my ex-girlfriends, we often had spontaneous feelings. During the day, in the living room, or after a movie, whether

clothed or naked, in the car or in the park. Sometimes we didn't even need to do it; mutual touching of each other's genitals was

very enjoyable. Even if we were interrupted or the activity became too vigorous, we would

quickly return to our roles.

My wife is different. In the living room, she says the sofa is dirty. In the study, she says there's no space. Standing, she says it's tiring.

Sitting, she says it's uncomfortable. Only in our bedroom, on our bed.

Sitting isn't an option; from behind, she says it hurts; when she's on top, she says she can't move or is tired; she doesn't want to be

on the side either. I'm the only one left to be a missionary.

Even if I did everything she wanted, every time I started touching her, she would say "wait a minute,"

and I would just have to wait. She wouldn't indicate that she was ready, so I had to test the waters again and again, often waiting until I was already soft and my arousal

was almost gone before I had to start building up the mood myself.

I'm not an impatient person, and I'm always very patient during foreplay, slowly teasing her. But after a while, I

think anyone would lose patience. So I'm exhausted.

I can't write anymore, and I don't know how well I write. I wanted to write the whole thing and post it, but...

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