Married woman and first love

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Springtime, she was completely naked, her thighs intertwined and rubbing against mine. Our passion burned intensely as we caressed each other's most sensitive spots. The close physical contact naturally escalated the conflict.
"You're always so sensitive. When you're with Zhixue, you'll embarrass yourself."
"Oh... embarrassment will be your wife's embarrassment. Look how excited you are..."
My wife held my penis against her vulva, constantly teasing me.
"Does your little brother want to come in?"
"...Yes."
My wife's juices soaked her pubic hair and hands. She even laughed, making me lick her fingers.
"From now on, only Zhixue's penis will be inside. Your little brother won't get a turn. You have to accept that."
"Mmm," I panted.
"From now on, only Zhixue's sperm will be inside. Your sperm won't get a turn either, you..."
My wife quickly began to masturbate.
"When his sperm rushes in, will you... will you scream?"
I asked, almost incoherently, my excitement overwhelming me.
“Of course, having an affair is exciting. People don’t care about saving face; they’ll do anything to embarrass themselves, but they won’t let you…”
“Oh… on the first night, I’ll watch him penetrate me. Will you embarrass yourself in front of me?”
“Of course, of course!”
My wife’s body trembled slightly, as if she had received a mild electric shock. She released her grip on my penis, hugged me, and kissed me passionately.
“Your nipples, you haven’t even touched them yet, and they’re already hard?”
My fingers circled my wife’s breasts, getting closer and closer to the two center points, but ultimately only reaching the areolas, deliberately avoiding touching her nipples. I could clearly see that because her nipples were so eager for caresses, small bumps had formed around her bra.
"What did you two do in the teahouse last night?"
"He hugged and kissed me, said he was sorry, and that he wouldn't lose his temper anymore. He also said he was petty."
"And you?"
"I told him... I told you not to be angry."
"Okay."
"I said I didn't give you my first time, but I'll definitely give you my first time after marriage. I'll make you cum as much as you want."
Chun Tian's brows furrowed, and her teeth clenched tightly from time to time. One of her thighs was tightly wrapped around my waist—my glans was already aimed at her wet vagina, but I wouldn't go in. Looking at her expression, I knew my wife's desire was very strong.
I placed my fingers on my wife's clitoris and rubbed it quickly. "After Zhang Zhixue leaves, you can let your Director Liu enjoy you for a while, okay?"
"Ah! Why...why him?"
"I don't know, but I know you like him on you."
"...He's so old...so ugly, why...why do I like him on me?...Ah..."
My wife's face was already a little distorted, and her tongue stuck out a little, wanting me to suck it.
"Because you're essentially a cheap slut!"
"I...I...I'll resist the first time! Really! Really! He only...he can force himself on me..."
"You want him to force himself on you, don't you!"
"Yes, yes!"
Spring didn't know what to say. Overwhelmed by intense lust, she pressed her lips to mine, her tongue slipping inside. Spring wasn't as skilled at kissing as my ex-wife, and I hadn't put much effort into training her.
Originally, I just wanted to fulfill my wife's dream of first love, but life started to become complicated. My wife later said that she didn't know what happened; Zhixue's affair had suddenly broken through her psychological barriers. Besides Zhang Zhixue swaggering into our lives, as for me, my previously stagnant middle-aged mindset was suddenly disrupted by three beautiful young women, and I was really struggling to cope.
I rubbed my large penis repeatedly against Spring's private parts: "You'll be his the day after tomorrow, let me in today."
"Do you want to?"
Spring's thighs were pressed tightly together, her eyes wide open as she stared at me, breathing heavily, occasionally letting out a beautiful moan.
I desperately hoped she would refuse me. This kind of stimulation was too much for me to bear!
A sweet smile appeared on Spring's face: "That's impossible, I'm going to give myself to him clean the day after tomorrow, you have no right to defile my womb anymore!"
"When can I go in again?"
My eyes seemed to be sore from sweat that I couldn't open them—later I realized that I had cried during sex!
I couldn't see Spring's face. My penis was also completely out of my control, shallowly probing an inch or two into Spring's vaginal opening, desperately dreaming of the bone-melting smoothness and rhythmic contractions inside, approaching the edge of ejaculation in extreme self-torture.
"Wife, I'm about to ejaculate, I... I need to take it away!"
"Take it away! Wait until I'm pregnant with his child before you come in!"
Spring pushed me away.
I roared and ejaculated onto Spring's belly.
There was a meeting on Monday morning, the opening of a provincial forum on new trends in local culture, and I was asked to give a speech. Before going to work in the morning, I asked my wife to bring Director Liu a packet of good tea—Director Liu had come from the government office to the magazine, and no one had ever offered him good tea since. Spring didn't ask me why it was strange to suddenly give him tea when we usually had a lukewarm colleague relationship; she was completely calm. But when she turned her back, she suddenly laughed.
I pulled her over and asked her what she was laughing at. Spring pushed me away and wiggled her little bottom as she went out the door.
After lunch at the conference, I returned to the magazine office and learned that a small incident had occurred during lunch: my wife had choked on a thick fish bone while eating fish, and no matter how much vinegar she drank, she couldn't swallow it or vomit it up. Hanmei from the administration department accompanied her to the hospital—Director Liu from the distribution department also volunteered to go along. Later, Hanmei returned first and told me that the fish bone was stuck very deep in Chuntian's throat, and the doctor had spent a long time removing it with a very thin pair of forceps—because she had been sprayed with anesthetic twice to prevent vomiting, Chuntian would have to stay at the hospital for a while before returning, and Director Liu was staying with her. Deputy Editor-in-Chief Meng, who had transferred from the military's cultural department, was very enthusiastic and urged me to go and accompany Chuntian. I smiled and waved my hand, saying it wasn't necessary, and took the opportunity to chat with Lao Meng for a while about the staff reduction work. Qi Juan was naturally my main concern. Old Meng only said that Director Liu was a difficult person to deal with—Director Deng of the Culture and Press Bureau, the department in charge of our magazine, was his former superior. If we didn't give him face, it would be difficult to work with Director Deng in the future. Moreover, Qi Juan was still one of his department members, so if he insisted on firing her, he couldn't very well speak up for her. Qi Juan's relationship with the other leaders of the magazine was also quite average, and when something happened, no one spoke up for her.
Back in my office, I chatted with Qi Juan on QQ for a while. She seemed indifferent, but was actually quite concerned about whether "my cousin from Spring" had come, and asked if I was feeling particularly distressed. She even invited me to see a play with her that evening. I could only reply that we shouldn't talk about that anymore. Deep down, I really didn't dare get too close to Qi Juan. If we were close, she would eventually propose marriage, and this girl would be impossible for me to refuse! There was another factor, another psychological barrier for me: I'd been dating her father for over ten years. When Qi Juan went to university, I even gave her a Parker gold pen as an "uncle." In the past two years, her parents had sensed that their daughter had feelings for me. Although I didn't reciprocate those feelings, it's no wonder they were upset with me. Their contact with me suddenly stopped. It would be too shameless of me to make a move now.
Around 4 PM, Chun finally called me, saying she was much better now. She added that removing the fishbone was very painful, but thankfully Director Liu was there to encourage her. I laughed and said, "Director Liu listens to you the most. You need to play your part with Qi Juan and put in a good word for her with Director Liu. The magazine needs to handle its own distribution, and Qi Juan is an expert; you need to support my work." Chun gave a soft "Mmm," and I heard Director Liu's warm and caring voice on the other end of the line. I hung up, pondering Chun's relationship with Director Liu, deciding it was best not to reveal the truth.
When Chun came back to my office, her face showing a mix of feigned anger and a slightly flushed complexion. She said that Director Liu had actually touched her inappropriately in the car on the way back—I slammed my hand on the table, cursing the bastard, and quickly hid my phone—there were three text messages from Sun Meng on it.
Spring saw how angry I was—although we had talked about him quite interestingly in bed yesterday, real life is a different story, and she wasn't sure if I was really angry. She panicked and quickly advised me to lower my voice. She pointed to the ceiling: "He has connections. You, the editor-in-chief, have neither a background nor much experience. You absolutely mustn't offend someone like that!"
She shook my shoulder and said, "He just shook my hand; he didn't do anything else inappropriate."
"Oh, that's alright."
Spring tapped my forehead: "Were you faking it just now?"
I put my arm around my wife's waist. "Did you take your hand away immediately?"
Spring turned her face away, looking embarrassed: "...I didn't pull it away immediately."
"What's the difference between letting him hold your hand and hugging Zhixue?"
“With Zhixue, it’s a very warm and dreamy feeling, it’s exhilarating,” Chun Tian said, glancing at my face. Seeing that I wasn’t jealous, she relaxed. “With Lao Liu, it’s a very strong, lewd, and exciting feeling. You… do you think I’ve changed?”
I smiled and shook my head. Although I wasn’t entirely sure, my wife’s description of being with Zhang Zhixue as exhilarating probably made me even more jealous.
Perhaps she felt it was inappropriate to discuss this in this setting, because she quickly added, “I told him about Qi Juan. He agreed.”
Hearing Chun Tian call Lao Liu “he” again made me feel inexplicably uncomfortable, but I suppressed it. “Thank you, baby!”
I stroked Chun Tian’s full, firm thighs through her pants, feeling incredibly pathetic. My wife had been so unfaithful these past few days, just holding hands with another man, and I had to thank her.
“There are plenty of capable people in distribution, why are you so reluctant to part with her? Why not take her as your second wife?”
Spring sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and puffed out her high chest, acting coquettishly.
My face flushed slightly, and I still argued, “Wife, you know, most people in distribution can only criticize the editors’ story selections. Qi Juan is the only one who can both handle distribution and offer story suggestions. Otherwise, why would you want to bring her to the editorial department? I value her purely for work reasons.”
“You just like her! Did she try to seduce you today?”
My wife’s eyes were a little strange.
“No, I’ve been busy all day, meetings in the morning and story selection meetings in the afternoon. How could I have time for these kinds of things? You doubt my loyalty?”
“Did she ask you to go to the play with her? Tell me, did she?”
“No…yes, but I refused!”
“I told her to ask you out, hehe! I said you like plays!”
“Luckily, I have strong willpower!”
My hair stood on end.
My wife kissed me, then suddenly became embarrassed: "Am I really that bad? I seduce men myself, yet pretend to be so magnanimous, letting others seduce me, but secretly I control you like a hawk..."
I sighed inwardly, thinking of Sun Meng, feeling incredibly reluctant to let her go. At that moment, an idea became even clearer. There's a publisher conference in Tianjin tomorrow, Director Liu will definitely be there, and Chun Tian will be there too...
Just then, Chun Tian grabbed my collar and asked me, "Are you seeing other girls outside?"
I looked at Chun Tian almost with goosebumps. She had never asked this question before. What was wrong with her today?
Was it a woman's intuition?
"Of course not!"
I stared wide-eyed at my wife, my face like an innocent lamb.
Spring cupped my face, her eyes fixed on me, empty and unfocused. Though it was just an act, it made me genuinely uneasy. "These past two days, the more I think about it, the more certain I become. If Zhixue and I really get together, you'll definitely be with other women! Besides Nanyan, there will be other women! I'm sure you'll do that!"
I didn't dare say anything, just staring blankly at Spring.
A cold smile appeared on Spring's face: "You can go find other women. If you want to try, go ahead. If you try to hide it, I'll only look down on you!"
"Such sophisticated psychological tactics, you've managed to stir up trouble even when nothing's wrong. If something happens, I'll be the first to admit it to you."
I forced a smile.
Spring stared intently into my eyes for a while, then gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "Song Ping, I swear to you, I will never let Director Liu succeed again; and you, besides Nanyan, you're not allowed to touch any other woman!"
After she left, I realized my back was soaked with sweat. My first reaction was to delete the text messages on my phone, but after thinking about it, I still felt uneasy, so I also deleted all the call records with Sun Meng.
After hesitating for a long time, some of the images in my mind became more and more vivid and exciting. Director Liu's lewd and filthy face would be pressed against Chun Tian's pure and beautiful cheek, repeatedly demanding kisses; his wolfish and clumsy body would be wantonly ravaging Chun Tian's snow-white and smooth flesh, spraying his filthy semen into Chun Tian's womb... Thinking of this, I actually felt a strange impulse.
I gritted my teeth and finally put my hand on the phone, calling Director Liu: "Old Liu, let's go out for a drink after work. There's something I want to talk to you about."
After hanging up, I sent Sun Meng a text message, asking her to resend the message I had just received. The message was simple: "I miss you again. Let's be good girls in the next life. In this life, I only want to be your little lover."
Sun Meng replied: "You can resend it, but you're not allowed to delete my messages anymore! If you're afraid of your wife, then stop thinking about her."
Sun Meng then asked me to meet her that evening. I set the time for 10 pm, partly because I needed to discuss some "things" with Director Liu, and partly because I was afraid of running into familiar teachers if I went to my alma mater too early.
At 9:30 PM, Director Liu and I, like buddies, helped each other out of the bar. Before parting, Director Liu grabbed my hand, reeking of alcohol, and stared intently at me: "From now on, you're my boss, and I'm your gun. Whoever you tell me to deal with, I'll deal with, whether it's Old Meng or that old codger!"
I also let out a burp: "Old Liu, you'll just be my gun for now. My wife's still tight down there, so you'll have to put in some effort!"
Director Liu chuckled lewdly: "I'll help you train her properly. Women need a good teacher to enlighten them in this area. You'll have plenty to enjoy later!"
"Tomorrow, you'd better play it by ear. Spring is a very emotional woman. Also, Old Liu, even if you really succeed, you have to soothe her emotions. If anything needs to be said, only she can say it herself. I won't bring it up myself. This is very important! Remember that! We'll contact each other on QQ if anything happens."
Director Liu nodded repeatedly and said that he would turn on QQ video tomorrow night so I could see how he seduced Spring. He then asked me, "Brother Song, where is spring more sensitive on the body?"
This was the first time we discussed such a sexual topic tonight, and I still felt a little awkward: Does this guy even have the right to conquer spring?
“Old Liu, not to criticize you, but your question is really low-level. Spring, you need to use more psychological teasing. If you tease her well, she'll jump into your arms.”
“Right, right! Brother Song is right! Also, brother, I saw Qi Juan frequently answering her boyfriend's calls the other day. You need to act decisively, don't hesitate! Otherwise, she'll be the first to benefit, and it'll be too late to regret it! I'll also create more opportunities for her to report to you often!” While I was still pondering
, Director Liu immediately had an idea: “The other day, Old Deng from the Cultural Bureau told me about something. He said he needs to select a few people from the city's cultural system to go to Hong Kong with him for a cross-strait cultural exchange conference. He wants me to take someone with me. With my level, I don't want to embarrass myself abroad. I'd like to recommend you and Qi Juan, what do you think?”
I smiled and patted Director Liu on the shoulder: “Old Liu, you're a man worth befriending!”
Director Liu quickly walked to the street and waved for me to hail a taxi. After parting ways with Director Liu, I went to find Sun Meng. Actually, my relationship with Director Liu has never been good, not because I haven't tried, but because I haven't tried effectively. Director Liu is steeped in Chinese bureaucratic culture from head to toe. He doesn't care how well I treat him, but whether I treat him the way he wants.
Tonight, Nan Yan brought Zhi Xue to my house. The new house still needs decorating, and I'm feeling dizzy. I'm trying hard not to think about what kind of steamy things might happen at home, but Nan Yan and Chun Tian's snow-white bodies are like an inescapable shadow, constantly swirling in my mind. Am I really planning to take Nan Yan's virginity? The day after tomorrow is the day Chun Tian and Zhi Xue consummate their marriage. If Nan Yan insists on attending, she definitely won't be able to control herself. Is the legendary 4P battle really going to happen in our house? If the beautiful and young Nan Yan also ends up with Zhi Xue, the family hierarchy will be truly messed up!
Sun Meng is dressed up in a flamboyant way, reading a book in a small bookstore near the school, waiting for me. As soon as I entered the bookstore, I noticed a man standing next to her—it was my buddy, Xiao Liu from the school's Youth League Committee. It was too late to avoid him.
"Editor-in-Chief Song! What brings you here at this hour?"
Xiao Liu greeted me.
Sun Meng's eyes darted around, and she waved at me: "Song Ping!"
Xiao Liu looked at me in surprise, then at Sun Meng, seemingly incredulous.
"Liu, the boyfriend I was talking about… hehe, it's him. You two must know him well, Liu, we're leaving now!"
Looking at Xiao Liu's face, I couldn't quite place the strange expression: sourness? jealousy? resentment?…
I awkwardly greeted Xiao Liu as well, my drunkenness mostly gone.
Sun Meng, oblivious to Xiao Liu's feelings, grabbed my hand and skipped out of the bookstore. Smelling my breath reeking of alcohol, she laughed and said, "Song Ping, you smell so strongly of alcohol, let me take you to a bar to sober up."
I followed closely behind Sun Meng, walking for nearly an hour until my whole body ached. The effects of the alcohol had long since dissipated with my sweat, and we finally reached a quiet riverbank. It was nearing Mid-Autumn Festival, and late at night. The moonlight paved a bright silver path on the dark river, disappearing into the reflection of the mountains on the opposite bank.
All around was silent, save for the gentle lapping of the waves, washing away all the worldly dust and desires that had settled in my heart. The cool mountain breeze and river water made Sun Meng instinctively press closer to my chest.
We sat on a protruding rock by the embankment, Sun Meng nestled against me, only occasionally adjusting her posture.
I am actually a very quiet person myself, and today I met another quiet person. For two whole hours, we didn't exchange a single word. Our hearts seemed to beat in unison. Finally, Sun Meng dozed off in my arms, and I woke her up, worried she'd catch a cold.
"It's so late, you won't be able to get back to your dorm, will you?"
"Yeah, what about you? Will there be any discipline for not coming home at night?"
Before, definitely. Now, I had no such worry. I smiled. "Shall I arrange a hotel for you?"
"The most ordinary one is fine... If you want to make love with me, it has to be a five-star."
Sun Meng said, a little shy.
We walked for another half hour before finding a taxi and getting back to the city.
On the way, I noticed Sun Meng's temperature was a little high; I touched her forehead, and it was warm too. We looked at each other for a while in the darkness. I wanted to lean over and kiss her, but Sun Meng flinched, probably still a little shy and nervous about our first kiss, pretending to look out the window.
"What's that?"
she asked, pointing to a small dot in the western night sky. Curious, I followed her gaze and found it quite strange: that little bright spot was incredibly bright, radiating light that overshadowed all the stars in the sky, moving rapidly from west to east.
"UFO!"
the taxi driver exclaimed. "Holy crap, it's here again!"
"No way!"
I laughed, genuinely shocked. The altitude, the speed, and the brightness—it didn't look like a kite, a satellite, or an airplane.
"Why not? I've seen it several times at night recently. 2012 is almost here; Earth will definitely be bustling then. Do the aliens want to see it too?"
the taxi driver grumbled.
Sun Meng remained silent, staring intently at the bright spot high in the sky.
"Aren't these alien astronauts quite lonely in space? It must take them many years to reach Earth!"
Sun Meng murmured to herself.
"Loneliness isn't necessarily because the body is confined to a closed space. The cage of the mind only brings a feeling of misery. Loneliness is when the soul can't find a place to rest."
Sun Meng pursed her lips, looking at me with a hint of unfamiliarity.
I told Sun Meng something. “Many people say that the more outstanding a person is, the lonelier they are. In fact, everyone, from ordinary people to intellectuals, experiences loneliness just as much. I read a piece written by a shoemaker from out of town—the editor thought the writing was very realistic, so they made significant revisions before publishing it. This shoemaker felt that his closest companion in the city was a small dog, a dog that resembled a deceased friend. He felt restless if he didn't see it every day. One rainy day, the dog was run over and killed by a car right in front of him. Because of this, he decided to leave the city… Isn't this the most genuine loneliness in the world?”
“What a coincidence! I also liked you because I saw you and thought you looked like my old dog!”
Sun Meng laughed and jumped into my arms.
The driver chuckled and turned to look at the two of us.
Watching the unidentified flying object gradually disappear into the night sky, listening to Dao Lang's songs blaring from the taxi's cheap stereo, and seeing a stunningly beautiful face that made my heart flutter, my wife full of hope and dreams of spending time with another man, while another lewd old man was about to seduce her—wasn't this combination of fragments a bit absurd? And then these fragments made up my life.

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