The moans of a young married woman

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July is the busiest month. The company started a system-wide maintenance and upgrade, and I was responsible for the most projects
. That's why the company arranged for people to go on vacation after the quarterly maintenance, and I was assigned one of those spots. I
always had to work overtime until 11 pm before I could go home. Mengying was very considerate; she would always heat up the food before I got home and wait for
me to eat. She would go to sleep first. I felt so lucky to have such a good wife. I felt
a little regretful about my promise to Ansheng next month, but since I had already agreed, I couldn't go back on my word.

One time, when I got home from work, I saw a note from Mengying: "Heat up the food yourself. I'm tired and going to sleep."
It suddenly reminded me of a story: a husband comes home late from work, the wife prepares the food, and then leaves a note saying, "The food is in
the pot, I'm in bed," using such ambiguous language to hint at her husband's feelings.

Of course, Mengying wouldn't do that; she was genuinely tired when she left the note. I ate dinner, climbed into bed, and
found Mengying already asleep, breathing softly. We hadn't made love for over a week, and I suddenly felt a strong
urge . I wanted to wake her, but I pulled my hand back. I couldn't bear to disturb her; after all, she had sacrificed so much.
But I was incredibly aroused. I thought about it all night and decided to take care of it with my wife the next morning, since
the company had given me the day off.

In the morning, I woke up early and saw my beautiful wife beside me. Her black bra was faintly visible under her thin nightgown, her
full, round buttocks were plump, and her long, beautiful legs were curled up, peeking out from under the blanket. I felt a surge of desire again
. I lifted the blanket and touched my wife's smooth legs, then moved upwards, kneading her firm, elastic buttocks. Then I
slipped my hand inside Mengying's bra, grasping her full, soft breasts, and pressed my lower body against her pert buttocks through her underwear,
feeling the elasticity of her flesh.

A moment later, my wife woke up and saw me touching her softness. She scolded me angrily, "What are you
doing
so early in the morning? Ah... let go. I have to go to work." I persisted, reaching down to touch her genitals. Her warm genitals, partially obscured by fine pubic hair, looked exceptionally soft and mysterious. "It's still early. Let
's do it. It's been so long. I can't hold back anymore." "Then hurry up, you're so annoying." I pressed down on her, licking and sucking her beautiful shoulders and
breasts, my hands constantly playing with her clitoris and labia amidst the dark pubic hair. Slowly, Mengying's lower body began to get wet. I
especially loved touching her genitals. Her pubic hair felt so fine and soft, her pink labia peeking out from the center.
That wet and slippery feeling was irresistible. "Mmm... come on... you can come in now...
it 's getting late. Mmm... ah..." Mengying panted softly, her lower body already very wet.

I was just about to pull down my pants when my phone rang. Who had to call at this hour? It
was my boss. I jumped up and answered. He said a critical piece of equipment
malfunctioned , and the new employee couldn't handle it. The equipment was still down. He wanted me to call the employee and guide him
. The operation of this critical equipment was crucial to the company's profits; if prolonged downtime affected operations
, the consequences would be severe. I called my colleague, asked about the problem, and had him follow my
instructions . After a long time, he said the problem was still unresolved. I said I'd
go over at noon to analyze the issue. I hung up and turned to see Mengying had already gone to the restroom. I followed her to the bathroom
and hugged her. "Sorry, the company wants me to go there this morning. Honestly, calling at this hour." She finished brushing her teeth
, put down her toothbrush, and looked at me in the mirror, scolding, "I told you not to mess around and waste my time." I kissed her
and said, "How about you stay with me tonight? Hmm?" She turned around and pushed me away, "Okay, okay, go to sleep
, I need to go to the bathroom." I don't know why, but even though Mengying is my wife, she's always very concerned about
me being next to her when she goes to the bathroom. She says she can't relieve herself, she's not used to it, and so on. I climbed back into bed and fell asleep immediately,
thinking that I should conserve my energy for the battle that night.

Unfortunately, when night fell, I found myself in a semi-erect state again. I tried many times but couldn't get in. My limp
penis pressed against her wet labia, which I had teased, and after squeezing in only halfway, it was pushed out. I
couldn't help but sigh. Mengying was patient, though. Her face was flushed, her bra still hanging on her shoulders, her
large, soft, white breasts swaying occasionally. Her genitals were already soaked. She tossed her hair, parted
her legs said softly, "It's okay, take it slow, just try again." I pressed down on her again, but my limp penis
wouldn't go in. It just kept pressing against the entrance of her tender vagina. After a while, I suddenly felt like I was going to ejaculate,
and my penis hardened. With a "plop," it slid into her vagina. "Mmm..." Mengying moaned softly, her buttocks
lifting slightly. Just one thrust, and I ejaculated. A moment later, my limp penis slipped out of her vagina,
but was still inside. I asked in surprise, "How did it get in?" The condom had been sucked in by her tender vagina; only
the ring at the base was visible, hidden in the wet pubic hair. I pulled the condom out, squeezing
out all the semen inside, which flowed all over my hands. "It's all your fault for getting it in. So annoying," Mengying whimpered.

I straightened the mattress. I didn't say anything; I didn't know what to say. This had been going on for almost
two months . I was getting used to it, and I guessed Mengying was too.

For the next two weeks, Mengying and I tried many times, but without success. Every time I touched her wet vulva
but couldn't penetrate, the feeling was indescribable. Mengying comforted me, saying that work was important and I shouldn't think too much, that
it would get better. A few days later, I tried again, still unable to penetrate. I began to feel disheartened and desperate. Mengying, seeing my
expression, didn't say much, just slowly wiping her vulva, cleaning herself briefly, and then going to sleep. I
knew she had nothing more to say. Although I was becoming increasingly desperate, I felt Mengying was becoming more and more engaged.
Every time, I aroused her, and each time more than the last. So I stopped touching her. I started to fantasize about
my weekend appointment with Asheng, starting to think that the person I was going to have sex with would save me.
When people are in despair, they always crave hope.

The busy work at the company finally came to an end. I told Mengying that the company would arrange for me to go on a week-long vacation:
"Mengying, are you coming with me tomorrow? It's been so long since we went out together." I was just saying it casually; of course,
I didn't want her to come with me, otherwise my plan would fall through. Mengying smiled and said, "I have my final exams in my second year of high school soon
, and I can't leave. I guess I'll only have half a month off this summer. You go and relax.
Remember some gifts for Mom and Dad." I hugged her, holding her slender waist, and said, "Yes, ma'am, wife, wait..."
"I'll be back refreshed, and we'll definitely have a good time together." To my surprise, Mengying blushed and said
softly , "Look at you, all you think about is that kind of thing. I'm ignoring you. Go, go, I need to get ready to go out
. I'll go to the market this afternoon and buy you something to eat on the way." I kissed her little mouth and said, "My wife, you're so good."

Before dark, I took my luggage and left. I said I still needed to pick up some things from the company and asked her to bring them to the door
. She took me to the bus stop, and we sat side by side on the waiting bench. I turned to look at her thoughtful
expression, which was very charming. I took her hand and asked, "My beauty, what are you thinking about?" She turned her head and smiled intently
at me, "Nothing, I just don't want you to leave." I laughed heartily, "It's only been a week,
it'll be quick. I'll call you every day. You weren't like this when I was on business trips before. Hehe." I flicked
her little nose, and she didn't say anything, just smiled. Just then, the car arrived. I got up, picked up my luggage
, and prepared to get on. Mengying held my hand and looked at my luggage, seemingly reluctant to part. Perhaps it had been a long time since I had been on a business trip
or been apart for so long. When two people spend a lot of time together, they get used to each other, and it's always a little
hard to . I cupped her face in my hands and smiled, saying, "Honey
, I'm leaving now. I'll be back next week. Don't make it seem like we're parting. I'll call you every day to let you know I'm okay. Haha." My wife smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, be careful
on the road Take care of yourself; the temperature difference there is big, so don't catch a cold." We parted at the station. I watched
my wife stand there for a long time without leaving. Her long, black hair was parted in a 3/7 ratio and tied into a ponytail over her shoulder,
swaying slightly in the wind. Her blue lace blouse couldn't hide her full breasts and slender waist. Her
pale yellow patterned long skirt covered her beautiful long legs, which were billowing to one side in the wind, revealing her
straight . She always wore flat shoes. My wife once said that she was already
taller than me, and she was afraid I wouldn't be comfortable wearing high heels. Ah, what a considerate wife.

But for some reason, I always felt uneasy. Maybe it was because I had lied to my wife, and I felt a little guilty. I got off the bus at the
next stop and took a taxi to the hot spring hotel in the west of the city. The hotel wasn't far from my house; it
was only a half-hour taxi ride. Unable to contain my excitement, I called Asheng to let him know I was almost at
the hotel and to tell him to hurry over, or I'd miss my appointment. I hadn't seen him for a month. He knew I'd been busy lately
and hadn't contacted me much, but he'd proactively called to remind me of our appointment.

When we met, Asheng seemed quite surprised. I guessed he hadn't expected me to keep my promise. I patted him and
said, "Where have you been for a month? You didn't even ask me out for drinks." He pretended to be serious and said, "It's nothing, I just had
a lot of clients, and you're busy too. I didn't want to bother you." I laughed; he was actually quite decent when he was serious. That evening,
for convenience, we booked two single rooms. He stayed in the room diagonally opposite mine; it was a five-star hotel, so the price was quite high.
After booking the rooms, we went to the hot springs. While soaking, he kept staring at his phone, saying he was checking WeChat
for nearby beauties. He's really hard to change. I hadn't been to a hot spring in a long time either, so I wandered around and saw an
interesting aphrodisiac pool. I went in and squatted for a while, hoping it would work that night. Ah Sheng looked at me, smiled, and
didn't say anything. We soaked until 9 pm. Ah Sheng said, "That's enough, the ladies are all at work. Let's go."
After saying that, we went upstairs to our room. To be honest, I started to get a little nervous. After all, it was my first time using a prostitute, and I had
a strange feeling. Ah Sheng called the front desk and said that the two of us needed services.
He gave me his room number and told me to wait in his room and choose a lady. We kept smoking in his room. Even the usually talkative Ah Sheng
was silent, just smoking incessantly. You wouldn't believe it; even a veteran can get nervous. I laughed and told
him not to be so nervous. He looked at me, smiled, stubbed out his cigarette, and lit another. Just then, there was a knock
at the door. Ah Sheng rushed to open it, and two scantily clad women entered. Ah Sheng pointed at them and told me to choose. Feeling
a little embarrassed pretended to look at them seriously, but they weren't attractive. I looked at Ah Sheng again; he understood what I meant and
politely said, "Let's choose two more." So, we went through several groups. A petite girl caught my
eye ; she had a pretty, innocent look. I mustered my courage, pointed, and said, "She'll do." Ah Sheng said
he'd take her to the room. The girl politely asked for the room number and said she'd be there shortly. I
paced back and forth in the hotel corridor. Ah Sheng brought out another group. The girl who came out told the pimp, "The guest wants someone with big breasts and long legs."
I went into Ah Sheng's room and said with a smile, "You're quite picky." Ah Sheng looked at me, put down his phone, and said,
"When you're out having fun, you have to be picky. That's the point of having fun. The first one had nice long legs, but she was a bit old." I
smiled and didn't say anything. Just then, the girl I'd chosen came to find me. I looked at Ah Sheng, he
nodded , and then I went back to my room.

The girl didn't look at me, she just said, "The guest will help you take a bath first, you can take off your clothes first." To be honest, it
was the first time I had ever taken off my clothes in front of a strange woman. I pretended to take off my clothes naturally and went into the bathroom. The girl
took the shower and started to help me take a bath. After she finished, she helped me dry my body, took me to the bed, and then started the so-called
service. Wow, it was just like in porn movies. The girl licked me from head to toe, and then started to give me oral sex. It was the first time I had been given
oral sex by a woman, and it felt very special. I had tentatively asked Mengying to give me oral sex before, but she had refused me
fiercely . The girl's oral sex skills were excellent; I ejaculated after only two minutes. The girl was surprised and
sighed. I saw her packing her things and asked, "Are you done?" The girl nodded naturally and said, "Yeah
, what else do you want?" I asked, puzzled, "It's over before I even finished? Does that count?" The girl
said in a very rustic tone, "You ejaculated after only a few minutes of oral sex. That's your...thing...problem. I didn't want to
either, but that's the rule here." I was stunned. Seeing that I was a little angry, she added, "How about you
switch to an overnight stay? It's 1200. How about it?" I hesitated for a moment and then agreed. The girl left for a while,
and I heard footsteps and doors opening in the corridor. Ah Sheng was still changing girls. I thought to myself, I'll just sleep all the way to the final stop tomorrow
, so I'll have some fun tonight. But after the girl came in and I waited for a long time, my penis just
wouldn't get hard. Even during oral sex, it was limp and I couldn't penetrate her. I started to get impatient and said, "
What are you going to do? How many times can you do this in one night?" I said gently, "Wait, I'll get hard soon." But after she said
that , I completely lost my focus. She lay on her side and started watching TV. I groped her randomly from behind, and she resisted.
She scratched me and said, "Wait until you're hard before you touch me." I got angry immediately and lost all desire for her. I pretended to
be calm and said, "You can go now. You seem too tired tonight. Let me rest." The girl said indifferently,
"You said it, oh, then I'm leaving. I won't be coming back." I nodded and let her go.

My first time with a prostitute ended so quickly. I never expected that a girl who seemed nice on the outside would
be like this. You really can't judge a girl by her appearance. I thought she was quite innocent, but her words
disgusted me. It really proves what Ah Sheng said: "These days, innocent girls have long been eaten by dogs." I lay on the bed, my
depressed and angry feelings unable to calm down for a long time. I never expected this to happen. My outlook on life changed drastically.
I felt deeply hurt. It made me lose interest in women other than Mengying.
No matter how good your appearance is, without temperament, it's nothing. Temperament is truly something you're born with. I remember
a coal mine owner who was into dating celebrities once said, "What's so interesting about celebrities? All women are the same, with two mouths, one on top and one on the bottom
. Dating a celebrity is all about their aura. You spend hundreds of thousands just to see their haughty stage presence, and then
I can fuck them hard in bed." I used to naively think that as long as a woman was pretty, I could accept her, and that she
would gradually integrate into my world over time. But now I realize that unless you change your worldview,
you'll never accept someone whose life philosophy and values differ from yours.

I kept smoking. I heard noises in the hallway again, and it was Ah Sheng knocking on the door. I
checked my watch; over an hour had passed, and he still hadn't chosen anyone. No wonder Ah Sheng was so picky; you really
can't judge a woman by her appearance alone. I felt a pang of regret. My first time, which I had been so looking forward to, had been ruined.
The person I had hoped would save me had instead made me fall even deeper. I thought about my future. Was there really no
way out for ? I've thought about this for a long time. Lately, the excessive self-blame and inferiority complex, coupled with the pressure of life and work, have made me
unable to be strong in certain aspects. I once read a book that said a man's failures accumulate, and over time, they
snowball, affecting your life and making you approach everything with doubt and anxiety.
Sometimes really admire Li Hongzhang, this minister who fought on despite repeated defeats, persisting in his beliefs and fighting
to the end. A Japanese minister once said that the First Sino-Japanese War was a battle between all of Japan and Li Hongzhang alone; how could they not win?
And now I am like that Qing soldier, my defeats accumulating, and I can no longer see the light. How I long to
break through myself.

I took a shower, and my mood improved slightly. I wanted to find Ah Sheng to talk to; I just couldn't bear
this blow. I opened the door and walked to Ah Sheng's door, about to knock, when I suddenly heard a slight noise…

"Ah… ah…," a woman's moan! I've heard women moan many times—
in porn, from Mengying, I've heard them all. But Mengying's moans were only soft and shy; the moans in porn were too
fake, completely loud shouts, all put on. But inside the door, in Asheng's room, I
heard such real moans for the first time. Asheng had repeatedly said that he was skilled in bed, that he was long-lasting and powerful, and that he
always brought women to multiple orgasms. This moan wasn't faked at all; it was completely real!

A woman's moan every two to three seconds was a feeling of satisfaction coming from deep within her throat, a longing feeling like
rain after a long drought , a liberating feeling of being freed from shackles and indulging in desire. "Mmm... Ahh..."
The long moans almost conjured up an image of Ah Sheng's thick, hard penis thrusting powerfully into her
tight, wet vagina. Her sexy legs trembled slightly on her strong arms, her soft, full breasts proudly thrusting against her chest muscles, the beauty expressing her physical satisfaction
with heartfelt moans . 　　People always change. Environment, life, work, society—all sorts of factors influence us. When failure, doubt, sadness, confusion, and helplessness fill your life, you will instinctively resist. You don't want this kind of life to leave you forever lost. You always have to find a way out, even if you don't know whether the future leads to hell or heaven, you have to make a choice. 　　A wicked thought flashed through my mind, just a fleeting moment. If, if the person in the room were Mengying, pinned down like this, her genitals being penetrated by a penis several times thicker than mine, her snow-white legs raised high, her smooth, soft nipples being licked and sucked until hard, her fleshy buttocks thrusting upwards, her thick, moist pubic hair obscenely plastered to the penetrating penis, her labia turned outwards with each thrust, her clitoris being ground against the firm, powerful strokes , the thick, hard penis forcing open her tight vagina, penetrating all the way in, the folds of her tender opening rippling with love juice, her vaginal fluids gushing out with each heavy, powerful thrust and continuous, shy moans . 　　I actually got a shameless erection. Yes, I got a erection. I never thought I would be conquered by such a perverted thought, even though I was certain that the moans weren't coming from my wife, Mengying, yet I still had such thoughts. My hands began to tremble, my heart began to race, and there was even a strange sense of excitement. I had a sudden urge to rush in and see for myself , to witness firsthand how the woman I fantasized about, like Mengying, was being fucked to multiple orgasms by a thick, hard penis. 　　Of course, this fleeting thought didn't last long, and I quietly left. Back in my room, I started fantasizing again, imagining the woman was Mengying, imagining this beauty about to be fucked all night, in different positions, in different places, and being ejaculated inside multiple times. 　　I couldn't help but grab my hard penis and start masturbating… 　　The next morning, I woke up to a phone call. It was Asheng, saying he was waiting for me downstairs for lunch. It was already 11 a.m. Exhausted, I got up, quickly washed up, and went downstairs. I saw Asheng waiting for me at the door; he was already in his car. I went to the front desk to pay the bill. I handed over my room card; it came to 2000 yuan. Wait, that's strange. Why is it so little? Yesterday's overnight stay plus room fee was more than 2000. I asked the front desk, embarrassed, if there was a mistake. The front desk said my friend's room card had been returned, and he had paid for the room himself. Oh, I see. 　　I reached the door, and Ah Sheng got out of the car to help me with my luggage. I asked him, "Why are you being so kind? Why are you paying for everything yourself? Don't you want to let a penniless guy like me treat you?" Ah Sheng glanced at me and smiled: "Yesterday's expenses were too high. I was afraid your wife would check your accounts and then ask me for money again. But speaking of which, I also..."

" I've corrupted you, I feel guilty, how could I let you treat me?" We got in the car and didn't talk much. After all, it was my
first time going out for prostitution, and he was afraid I'd feel embarrassed. After a long while, Ah Sheng casually asked, "How was the service last night?"
I didn't know how to answer his question. It felt like he was joking, but I also felt like he was serious.
I really couldn't figure him out. I smiled and said casually, "So-so. But I won't come again next time. How was it on your end
?" He laughed loudly, "The girls yesterday were all so-so, I changed a lot." He
paused , "In the end, I still chose the long-legged one from the first time. The service was pretty good." I thought to myself, that
woman moaned so happily last night, she must be very dedicated. I wanted to ask for details, but then I held back. After all
, it's not appropriate for outsiders to pry into other people's private affairs. After that, we didn't talk anymore.

I made a phone call to Meng Ying in the car. It rang several times before she answered. A lazy voice came from the other end. I asked,
"What's wrong, honey? Did you just wake up?" "Yeah, I caught a cold yesterday, so I took the day off today," she
said softly. I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy and started to care for her: "How could you be so careless while I was gone? You need to
take care yourself." She gently agreed, and I could tell she was touched by my concern. After a few more pleasantries, I hung
up.

Ah Sheng actually took me to a fancy restaurant to see me off. We chatted haphazardly, not
really talking about yesterday. Several times I wanted to tell him the details of what happened yesterday and my troubles, but I always felt like I couldn't
bring myself to say it, so I just kept quiet. After dinner, he took me to the station and then drove off to work.
The

next day, I arrived at my business trip destination. It was supposed to be a business trip, but it was really just a relaxing getaway. There were four
people in my company: three men and one woman. Ah Ling was our department's secretary. She was very alluring,
with dark brown streaks in her long, flowing black hair. She never buttoned the first button of her V-neck shirt,
revealing , encased in black stockings, were incredibly seductive. This made me want to buy a pair of stockings like hers for my wife.
Women wearing stockings can arouse endless desire in men. Ruiqiang is a junior manager in the purchasing department. He used to do
manual labor, and after many years with the company, he rose to the position of manager, but his strong muscles haven't diminished at all. I have
a good relationship with him, since I often deal with him during debugging. Another person is Master Bao from the construction department. He's worked hard for
the company his whole life, and I used to always consult him when I had problems. He always praised me for being a normal person, just like him back then. He
's retiring this year, and the company arranged this trip for him to have some fun, which is a kind of benefit for him. When we arrived at the hotel,
we discussed it and decided to book a single room for everyone so as not to waste our reimbursement budget. Everyone
had a great time these past few days, and the gloom from before seemed to be gradually dissipating in real life.

Every night I called my wife; her cold seemed to be better. We let each other know we were safe, and
we chatted and laughed on the phone. My wife seemed quite happy. For some reason, I felt uneasy after my business trip.
Luckily, I had my laptop with me, so I started asking my wife to video chat with me every night. Every time we video chatted, I could
see my wife's beautiful and dignified face, mature yet youthful. She was very photogenic; her pure expression and charming
smile made her seem like an ethereal girl. Whenever my colleagues had dinner together, they would praise my
wife's beauty and say how lucky I was. When I showed them Mengying's high school photos,
they would stare in disbelief at this
beauty with her delicate features, voluptuous figure, and sexy legs, then make comparisons. When you don't have the resources, life really does require taking a gamble
.

"Honey, are you having fun over there?" The alluring voice on the other end of the video call interrupted my thoughts.
"Well, it's alright. The scenery here is really beautiful. I'll bring you here next time I have the chance." "Don't say 'next time.' You never
keep your word. I'll be on vacation in two weeks. Take me out to play, okay?"

"Sure, it's no fun traveling alone. I really don't feel comfortable without you by my side. It's only been less than a week
, and I already miss you so much, honey." My wife smiled, resting her beautiful face on her hands. "I see you
're doing quite well. You sleep alone in this big bed, no one's fighting you for the blanket. Hehe."

"I don't feel comfortable sleeping without you lying next to me. I like to sleep with your warm body in my arms." My wife
pouted said softly, "I knew you weren't thinking anything good. I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to take a shower." "Go ahead."
After saying that, she got up and went to the bathroom. I switched to the desktop and started browsing the internet, mainly looking at the LoL
news for this week. My colleagues formed a 5-man premade team, and I, a newbie, was assigned to support. They all say I'm born
to be a support.

A moment later, a familiar voice chimed in. "Huh, that's strange," I thought, "why is there a WeChat message notification? It's
from my wife. Her phone's on the table; I figured it's just a WeChat ad." A while later, it rang again, but
I ignored it. Then it rang several more times in a row. I started to wonder, who could it be?
Sending so many messages to Mengying late at night? Even colleagues and classmates wouldn't send her so many messages, especially at night. My heart
was pounding; I had a strange feeling. After a long while, Mengying came out of the shower. Through my
newly bought HD webcam, I could see her wrapped in a towel, her slightly damp hair still cascading over her shoulders. She
brushed a few strands of hair behind her fair ears. A pink bra strap hung from her shoulders, her full breasts encased in the towel. Her
wasp waist and shapely hips looked incredibly sexy under the towel, and her lower body revealed the lower half of her snow-white thighs,
her straight legs long and full. I'm very familiar with Mengying's body; her legs are full, smooth, elastic, and fleshy,
unlike some women whose legs are as thin as sticks.

"What are you looking at? Your eyes are practically glued to you. Haven't you ever seen your beautiful wife before? Hehe." Mengying smiled and
sat down at the computer.

I looked away and replied, "I can never get tired of looking at someone as beautiful as my wife." Then I casually added
, "Oh, your phone just rang."

Mengying paused, picked up her phone from the table, and looked down at it. Her slender fingers slowly
slid . From my angle, I couldn't see the content, only her swiping back and forth. It seemed
she had received many messages on WeChat. I was about to ask what was going on when she tapped the screen a few times and turned off the phone. She looked up
at the screen, then at the camera; her face was flushed, and she looked flustered, pursing her lips as if
she wanted to say something but couldn't. Before I could think, she spoke: "Nothing, just an advertisement. Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I'm going to sleep. Remember to call me when you arrive tomorrow." I forced myself to remain calm: "Okay, you go to sleep, you have to
work tomorrow. I'll play a little longer and then log off." Mengying exchanged a few more pleasantries with me and then logged off.

My thoughts started to race. All the signs indicated that Mengying was hiding something from me. Could it be...? Impossible, Mengying
wouldn't do this. I dared not think any further. I got into bed, covered my head, and tried to suffocate myself, then let out deep breaths
to stop my mind from racing. The train leaves tomorrow afternoon, and I'll arrive the day after tomorrow morning. I really hope to go back soon.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard a noise near my bed. This hotel had very poor soundproofing. My room was
the first one in the hallway, and next door was A-Ling's room, but she hadn't brought her husband with her on her business trip. "Ah...ah..."
I could tell it was a woman's moan, and my heart began to race again. I pressed my face against the wall, listening intently. "Mmm...
oh...you...ah...you're fucking me to death...ah mmm..." Ah Ling cried out loudly. Ah Ling
was the kind of alluring and charming office worker. Although discovering her affair wasn't surprising to me, experiencing it
firsthand was incredibly exciting. "You slut, my big cock is making you cum, isn't it?" It was
Rui Qiang 's voice. "Ah...Brother Qiang...mmm, you're so amazing...you're fucking me to death...ah mmm..."
Then came the sound of fleshy buttocks slapping against flesh.

Is having an affair really this exciting? I started fantasizing, imagining that the woman panting heavily was my
beautiful wife Mengying, her face flushed from just moments ago, right next door, being secretly ridden beneath me. Her bath towel had long since been removed from the floor,
her pink bra was tossed on the bedside table, and her beautiful forehead was already glistening with sweat. Mengying's cheeks and neck were flushed from being sucked by
the man , her soft breasts were being squeezed and molded into various shapes by rough hands, her nipples were being pinched
at the base by thumbs and gradually hardened, and her thick, long penis was thrusting in and out of her hot, wet vagina. Her fair legs were
wrapped around the man's thick waist like snakes, her buttocks thrusting and swaying, her genitals being violently pounded with a
slapping sound...

I don't know how much time passed, I could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy, and with Ah Ling's high-pitched moans, I actually ejaculated
. Slowly, I fell asleep.

The next day, Mr. Bao knocked on the door, saying he was getting ready to check out. We had a quick lunch and prepared to catch
the afternoon train. During this time, I glanced at Ah Ling and Rui Qiang; they seemed
perfectly normal . Mr. Bao, however, looked at Ah Ling with disdain; perhaps he had also discovered their
affair. It seems desire can only control lonely nights. In the vast sea of people, in the bright sunshine of
the morning , under the pressure of busy work and a regular life, it's nothing.

I got home at 6 a.m. As I walked up the stairs, I tiptoed, like a thief
. I opened the bedroom door with trembling hands, peering into the living room. Everything was the same as usual; the bedroom door was tightly
closed. I felt a surge of excitement. I hesitated for a moment, then gently opened the bedroom door. A week's worth of
doubt , confusion, and unease was finally over.

Meng Ying lay quietly in bed as usual, wrapped in a blanket. The surroundings were exactly
the same , as if nothing had happened. I should be happy, but my feelings were complex, a
feeling I couldn't quite describe.

I bought a lot of gifts on my business trip. I was unpacking my luggage in the living room when Mengying woke up. She rubbed her eyes and
rushed over to hug me. "Awei, you're finally back! You didn't even call!" Mengying
said reproachfully.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to surprise you. Look what I put on you." I had brought her a crystal
necklace . You always have to pamper your wife, especially when you feel guilty towards her. I led her to the bathroom mirror and helped
her put it on. She was very happy.

I didn't sleep well on the train last night. The snoring in the sleeper berth was so loud that it woke me up several times. I
told my wife I wanted to sleep a little longer this morning and get up after lunch. I tidied up my luggage and put my clothes
in the toilet. Suddenly, I saw Mengying's purple panties and bra, along with a pair of flesh-colored bodysuit stockings,
all mixed together in the basin. I bought these for her on our wedding anniversary, and she scolded me at the time, saying I
was embarrassed to wear such sexy clothes. I picked them up and looked at them; they seemed to have been soaked in water. I asked Mengying, who was still washing her face,
"Why did you think of wearing these underwear? You haven't worn them in a long time."

"The other day, city leaders came to inspect and required us to wear our work uniforms, so I wore these underneath." She put down her towel
, came over clothes from my hand, putting them in the basin with my spare clothes to soak. "Go and rest.
I'm on leave today. I'll wash the clothes first and then wake you up when I've finished cooking." I nodded and started washing my face and brushing my teeth.
"These days, leaders are so lecherous. How can students concentrate in class dressed like that?" Mengying wiped her forehead and said, "
You think it's all you? You're always thinking dirty thoughts." I turned around and gave her a defiant look, quickly washed up, and went
to bed .

In the afternoon, I went to Mengying's parents' house, which was about half an hour's drive from us. As soon as we entered, I quickly
presented them with gifts, and also brought a gift for her older sister, Mengting. Mengting
works and only comes back on holidays. They have a 3-year-old son. Achang is 35 years old and a department
manager at a company; he's much more successful than me. Mengting is 29 and a teacher at a preschool. They met while working away from home. Mengting
is three years older than her, but to me, Mengting looks much older. Maybe women age faster as they get older.

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