Mature woman treats guests

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To salvage Jingzhu's image among her friends, I decided to treat everyone in her group to dinner at the Grand Hyatt, mainly because it's a familiar place and offers discounts.
Men and women sat at one table, some I knew and some I didn't. I stood up and said, "Everyone here is a long-time friend of my wife, so I won't stand on ceremony. Thank you all for your help and care for her. Everyone's been quite busy, and it's rare for
us to get together. This is a good opportunity to chat. I hope you all have a pleasant evening." "Hey, Director Yang, no, I mean, you're now Chief Yang, how can you call Sister Ruan 'my wife'? That's a feudal term, discriminatory towards women. She should be called 'Madam,' right? You're out of luck with this drink." Consort Song, taking advantage of her superior status, spoke first.
"You're a leader after all, cultured. Does Brother Luo always call you 'Madam'? Don't pretend. When I'm really angry, I yell: 'You stupid old woman, get over here!' and I'll slap you until you can't find your way around! 'Madam,' you say? Keep pretending." We started bickering as soon as we met.
Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere became much more lively.
“I never imagined someone like Director Yang would have thoughts of domestic violence. I can hardly imagine what it was like when you beat Sister Ruan. Did you hit her body or slap her buttocks? Did you use your hands or your feet? Did Sister Ruan cry? Did she fight back? Did she curse at you?” Xiao Gan chimed in.
“Actually, the domestic violence in my family is very serious… I’m not afraid to be ashamed today, but I’m actually the victim. To be honest, if it weren’t for the children, I would have died. I invited everyone here today so that you could persuade my wife to go easy on me in the future, and not to always target vital areas. She’s even caused me prostatitis. Also, you can’t see it, but it’s all internal injuries. Don’t let her quiet demeanor fool you, she’s ruthless. We don’t have the Women’s Federation to back us up, so we have to ask you all to uphold justice.” I continued to joke around, making Jingzhu blush with embarrassment. She kept pinching me and saying, “What nonsense are you talking about? Aren’t you ashamed?” Everyone got excited and started drinking and chatting freely. Xiao Chen grinned mischievously and said to me, "You two didn't have a wedding banquet, so consider this a make-up event. By the way, Director Yang, tell us about how you and Sister Ruan met and fell in love. Let us broaden our horizons and learn something new. I heard it's really touching and exciting."
"Oh dear, that won't do. It's fine for women to hear, it can raise their awareness and ensure they won't fall for men's tricks again. But not for men. If they heard it, who knows how many innocent women they would harm. So, based on the principle of protecting women's rights, I really can't tell them. I'll give you some private counseling sometime. Xiao Chen, I guarantee you'll be immune to all poisons after hearing it and see men as nothing." I smoothed things over, knowing I couldn't tell them, and that they probably already knew some of the details, but not all.
"Then tell me who made the first move." Xiao Chen wouldn't give up, always wanting to hear some legendary stories. Just then, Jingzhu went to the restroom, and I started my performance.
"Aren't you just making things difficult for me? I couldn't tell you when Sister Ruan was here, but now that she's not, I'll tell you all my troubles. But please don't tell Jingzhu, I don't want to die young. To be honest, the first time Sister Ruan saw me, she started to harass me, using threats and inducements. I'm young and timid, I've never seen anything like this before, and my legs went weak with fear. Plus, she kept using her charms and stuff, and my willpower was weak, so I couldn't resist and gave in to her. Afterwards, I wanted to back out, but Sister Ruan already had evidence and insisted on accusing me of abusing my power as a public official to rape women, and even threatened to hang myself. How could I explain myself? I was terrified. Just like that, one careless move, and I've fallen into a sea of suffering. Alas, a lesson learned in blood. I advise all men, even if a woman is as sweet as honey, don't take a bite, or you'll be waiting to die." Everyone knew I was joking, but they still laughed heartily. Jingzhu happened to come back and was confused by the laughter, realizing it was me who was behind it. Pointing at me, he said, "Keep showing off, you'll see when you get home."
I quickly replied, "Everyone, did you see what kind of life I'm living?" Everyone burst out laughing again.
"Director Yang, I've read your columns in *Duku*, *Wanxiang*, and *Shucheng*. Your words are sharp, your writing style profound, your content substantial, and your ideas lofty. You write really well, and your knowledge is incredibly broad. You must read a lot. In terms of writing skills, you surpass Wang Xiaofeng, Huang Jiwei, Linghu Lei, Su Sihuang, and others. You're even comparable to Xue Yong and Xu Zhiyuan. Haven't you ever thought about publishing a book? Why not become a part-time screenwriter or planner for our group?" said a screenwriter surnamed Xu from Jingzhu's group.
"Old Zhao, please don't flatter me. My level is only good for making everyone laugh. How could I publish a book? Besides, in this era where anyone can publish a book, I don't want to join in the fun." I said modestly, but in my heart, I was thinking that I should publish a book too.
"My husband gets annoyed just seeing books. I really envy Director Yang for having the leisure to read. Jingzhu has also picked up that bookish air about her. I really regret not reading more when I was younger," Old Wang grumbled.
"Reading too much isn't good either. Like me, I've become a bit silly from reading. When I see a beautiful woman on the street, I think she's a tiger, like the little monk in the story. I just think, 'How can this tiger be so beautiful? How can it be so pretty?' Sigh! I remember there's an idiom, 'Riding a tiger is hard to dismount,' which must have come from here." Everyone burst out laughing, saying to Sister Ruan, "Your husband is really wicked, he's insulting us women!"
I felt the joke had gone a bit too far, so I said, "Stop laughing, let's move on to something else. Look at you guys, you haven't produced any good films or TV shows in recent years. Look at the Air Force Political Department, they have three seasons of 'The Story of the Cooking Squad,' each one more popular than the last. Your 'Sailor's Club,' frankly, is pretty bad. Do you know why? Their content is good, the dialogue is natural, it's just wrapped in the skin of the military, so the audience can easily accept it. Yours is good, the content is good, the dialogue is too realistic about military life, the audience feels distant, so it's not good." Everyone agreed, "Yes, yes."
The meal lasted three hours, and everyone left satisfied. Jingzhu looked at me with even more admiration, saying all the way, "I didn't expect you to be so talented, even writing. How come I didn't know? Your foundation in drama theory isn't bad either."
"You wouldn't understand even if I showed you, but these few words from you make me happier than winning the Mao Dun Literature Prize. Your husband has so many things to be proud of; marrying me is like getting a free treasure. You should be secretly delighted."
"You're something else! A few words of praise and you're all high and mighty. I'll deal with you when we get home. You haven't paid rent in ages; my granary is empty. Even the landlord's family doesn't have surplus grain." Jingzhu, as always, brought up the most sensitive topics, and my excitement plummeted.
Of course, Jingzhu's words were pointed at something—that I was completely impotent, even without any overexertion, and my body was fine. Could it really be aesthetic fatigue? I didn't believe it. Could someone as beautiful as Jingzhu experience aesthetic fatigue? Then all the men in the world would be impotent; there must be something wrong with her psychologically.

Back home, Jingzhu started teasing me, "Hey Director Yang, look at how arrogant you were at the dinner table, try being arrogant again. If you can do it today, I'll wash your feet for a week." A
generous reward always brings forth brave men, but it's not something you can just do on a whim. I was genuinely a little apprehensive. It had been almost a month since I'd had sex. At first, I thought I'd reached a new level, remaining unmoved even when I was in a bad mood, like Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his chastity). I was genuinely happy that I could resist Jingzhu's sweet talk; I thought I wouldn't be tempted by any other woman. But later, when I actually wanted to, I really couldn't. Viagra, seal oil, and other medications were all useless, and I was too embarrassed to see a doctor. Ten days or half a month was fine, but after a month or two without it, Jingzhu got anxious. She wanted to seize the last moments of her youth and have a passionate time, but now, I was the one who had given up.
Jingzhu was unwilling to give up. She unleashed her rich imagination, using every trick in the book: eye contact, voice, posture, clothing, props, lighting, makeup. If you added fireworks, camerawork, and art direction, it would be a whole film crew—of course, shooting an adult film. Even so, it still didn't work. Jingzhu, exasperated and furious, told me that if I didn't see a doctor, she would separate from me. Of course, I knew she was just bluffing.
After I got home and washed up, I saw Jingzhu online in a plain white nightgown. In the misty light, she was quite alluring. "To look beautiful, wear mourning
clothes"—that makes sense. I suddenly thought of my ex-wife in her military uniform, and the feeling returned. "Jingzhu, put on your tiger skin and let me see if it suits you. Wear the softer one," Jingzhu glanced at me, smiled calmly, and her smile made my heart flutter.
A moment later, she gracefully walked in, dressed in a moon-white uniform. The uniform's cut was perfect, accentuating Jingzhu's voluptuous and charming figure. The hem of the skirt fell just two inches above her knees, revealing her slender legs, glistening stockings, and neatly combed hair. Her neck was long and elegant, her eyes like spring water, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her skin like solidified cream, and her nose a delicate, pale yellow. Truly, her cherry lips, though unspoken, seemed to smile like the spring breeze, enough to captivate three thousand miles of the northern lands; her arched eyebrows, though not raised, already exuded tenderness, enough to enchant twelve cities of the south. She was truly like a figure from a painting. Was this my wife? She was clearly a goddess descended from heaven! Sometimes it's not about how beautiful a person is, but about the feeling; even women seem to have double eyelids.
Seeing her sitting gracefully on the edge of the bed, it was time for "you sit by my bedside, and I swim in your arms."
"Jingzhu, actually, you look better naked than naked." I held her in my arms, making her cling to me like a little bird, my heart pounding like ants.
"Shut your stinking mouth! Can't you shut up when there's something good to eat? You'll stuff yourself to death later." Jingzhu's lips were already hot against mine, and my hands had already begun their violent, playful games.
Finally, the feeling was in the air, and it truly was a storm, exhilarating and unforgettable. At this moment, what was needed was not politeness or gentlemanly conduct, but the cleansing of a storm. I suppose Jingzhu was also waiting for me to descend like a tiger, a predatory attack.
I grabbed Jingzhu and threw her roughly onto the bed, pressing down on her like a wolf, not even having time to take off my clothes, like someone who hadn't eaten for days, no longer caring about manners. Jingzhu also completely erupted, her arms gripping my neck so tightly it hurt, her cherry lips nibbling at my face. After more than a month without meat, even a god couldn't resist.
"What's wrong with you? You're still wearing your underwear. Isn't that in the way?" I lifted her skirt, intending to rush into the depths of the lotus pond, but her underwear blocked my way.
How disappointing! I yanked it off and threw it far away. Perhaps it was because I'd been rusty for too long, and I was too impatient. At first, I couldn't quite get the hang of it. It seems everything requires constant practice to achieve mastery. Jingzhu chuckled, "Look at you, so impatient! You've only been a month and you're already rusty." With Jingzhu's cooperation, we were able to proceed smoothly.
Perhaps it was because I'd been too inactive for so long, but I practiced for twenty minutes straight without even changing my position. This made Jingzhu tear up and squeal. "Ouch! Ouch, I can't take it anymore, my legs are numb. Let's rest," Jingzhu said, tears still on her face, but satisfied.
Finally, I experienced that soul-stirring pleasure again. Halfway through, I stopped, still in the same position.
"What's wrong?" Jingzhu asked breathlessly.
"This is a rare treat, let's rest a bit and enjoy it a little longer. I don't want it to end so soon." I was also out of breath.
"Silly girl, aren't you afraid you'll be unable to continue once you stop?" Jingzhu was clearly unhappy. It was a rare treat to have sex once every month or so, and she didn't want to stop even for a moment.
"Alright, then let's fight to the end and see if you surrender."
"Let's see who surrenders first."
I carefully performed each prescribed action, giving it my all each time. If each action was scored out of ten, I would at least get nine and a half points.
We fought until I was completely finished, but Jingzhu was still not satisfied. She clung to me like a snake, humming and moaning. She was too lazy to even wash up and insisted that I hold her like this all night. At this moment, women no longer had any age difference; their expressions were roughly the same. Look at Jingzhu now: her uniform was worn out, all the buttons were missing, and there were several ripped seams. It should be thrown away. Her stockings were also torn in several places, and her hair was a messy pile of straw. Her bra was half-dangling around her neck, and the sight was so funny that I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Jingzhu, this trick is quite effective. How about you order twenty sets as spares?"
"I'm really at a loss for words, it's so absurd, so outrageous! I don't think there's any man in the world as shameless, vulgar, ridiculous, and outrageous as you. Does Leng Ling like you like this too? You didn't learn it from her, did you? And now you're ruining me with it."
Jingzhu grumbled as she took off her clothes to go to sleep.

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