Listening to the repairman brag

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It was another weekend. My husband said he'd be back from his business trip by noon, but it was already 3 pm and he still hadn't returned. Bored, I lay on the sofa watching a Korean drama, silently wondering, "Ding-dong!" My husband was back. I rushed to open the door. There before me stood a disheveled young engineer—his thinning hair was messy, his glasses drooped, his shirt was wrinkled, and he looked like he hadn't changed his clothes in days. He came in and said weakly, "Honey, I got a 30,000 yuan bonus from a project. I'll buy you clothes!" Seeing my husband's exhausted face, I felt both happy and heartbroken. I rushed over and gave him a deep hug, partly to comfort his tired body and mind, and partly to make up for my guilt about cheating. I kissed him passionately, hoping to help him forget his work troubles. He responded enthusiastically, kissing me back. I slipped my hand inside his pants, teasing him. It was warm inside his pants. Through a patch of dark hair, I grasped his limp penis and began to stroke it. One minute, two minutes, three minutes—my strokes became faster and harder, but he couldn't get an erection. He was anxious, and so was I. What was wrong? Could it be that the business trip and the endless overtime had worsened his existing health problems? I comforted him, saying, "Honey, maybe you're just too tired. Let's go out for dinner, and we'll have some fun tonight."

My husband nodded repeatedly. While he showered, I prepared a change of clothes for him.

July in the south is very hot. I chose a white t-shirt and black athletic shorts for my husband, which looked clean and refreshing. I also wore a white Dior t-shirt and black shorts, my full breasts filling out the t-shirt. We changed and went out. Wearing matching outfits, we looked harmonious and loving. We walked hand in hand down the street, enjoying our happy time. Passersby occasionally stole glances at my high breasts and long, white legs. I'm used to the furtive glances from passersby. I don't care; I know that as long as my husband likes my youthful and energetic appearance, I'll be fine. We sat down at a nearby food stall and ordered a plate of braised prawns, stir-fried edamame with vinegar, grilled squid, dry-fried shredded potatoes, and two bottles of beer. We found a corner booth surrounded by a screen, ordered our food, and chatted while waiting for it to arrive.

Husband: "We ordered so much, can we finish it?"

Me: "Honey, you've worked hard. It's my treat. Eat as much as you can. Prawns and squid are good for your health, so eat more to nourish your body."

Husband: "My wife cares about me the most. Okay, I'll eat more!"

The food stall we were at was called "Food Stall World." The entire commercial street was lined with food stalls. Although the environment was average, the food was plentiful and delicious, with a strong flavor. Perhaps most people prefer strong flavors to bland ones, believing they stimulate the taste buds more, are more flavorful, and have a more mature taste.

The food is like that, and so are people. Many men prefer innocent young girls, but many others prefer seductive mature women in bed. Every night after 9 pm, the place is bustling with people—high-ranking officials, ordinary citizens, street thugs, nearby students, and so on. This food stall street is a microcosm of society; the rich have their way of eating, and the poor have theirs. We belong to the middle class; we don't worry about going hungry or cold, and we even have spare money to relax and beautify ourselves. Here, the wealthy can meet young girls, and the young, beautiful women might even meet their lovers for a one-night stand. This is a place where social classes mingle, a place where information about interpersonal relationships is exchanged.

In another cubicle next door, several people from various social circles were loudly drinking and shouting. I frowned, picked at my food, and my husband was drinking a bottle of beer.

The men next to me were bragging loudly about their experience with women, saying how many they'd slept with in the apartment complex's public restrooms, some of whom were still virgins. Listening to their conversation, I felt a surge of nervousness. My husband, however, looked on with curiosity, completely disbelieving. He even said to me in a defiant tone, "Bullshit! Young people these days are such braggarts. What woman would want to do it in the bathroom? Besides, it smells so bad, you can't do it there! Such a load of nonsense!"

I quickly poured him some wine, agreeing with him, "Yeah, he's just bragging! Honey, drink up!"

Just then, a rather gruff voice said, "In these matters, none of you are as good as me. I'm known as the 'Home Dealer.' As soon as I walk in, I can take her down."

I froze, hearing that familiar voice—it was so familiar, yet I couldn't place it. I slowly tried to recall, feeling the voice getting closer and closer, as if it were the very voice that had once whispered in my ear. But it definitely wasn't my husband, because he was sitting right next to me.

"She's a real gem! Not the kind who just hangs out, a genuine housewife, an absolute beauty. Pointed chin, big eyes, fair skin, big breasts, long legs, and most importantly, incredibly sexy. She even wears high-heeled slippers at home, the clattering sound as she walks makes you want to fuck her shoes too!"

He took a sip of his drink and added, "That young lady, even before she's undressed, your heart is pounding, her cleavage is so alluring it'll make you bleed. Once she's undressed, her figure, skin, and nipples are all bright red. When you penetrate her, it's like waves crashing, and you climax quickly. After a while, you're completely exhausted, unlike some older women who can be with you all night and still not react."

My heart started pounding, feeling like they were describing me, afraid they'd say something my husband would hear.

"Brother Ba, look at you, you're making it sound so real. Everyone knows you, an air conditioner repairman, how could you possibly hook up with a top-tier housewife? You've probably watched too much Japanese stuff at night and this is just a daydream!" another teasing voice said. After he finished speaking, they burst into laughter.

A huge weight lifted from my heart; it turned out the young hoodlum was just bragging, and even his friends didn't believe him. I glanced at my husband again; he was engrossed in his conversation. Hearing a dissenting voice, he relaxed his brow and took the opportunity to eat two edamame beans. "Hey, you know your stuff! So what if you're an air conditioner repairman? Repairing air conditioners means you can get into women's homes. That's your opportunity. You can go into any woman's home, and there will always be one or two lonely, horny women among them. Talk to them, talk about life, talk about men, and then, depending on the situation, touch them, kiss them, get close, force yourself on them, until you ejaculate inside them, and you'll have them."

Hearing the words "air conditioner repairman," my heart started pounding again, and my head was buzzing. In this small city, everyone's social circle is small; we see each other all the time. I immediately realized they were probably talking about me. Afraid they might say something my husband overheard, I quickly urged him to drink. I glanced at my husband furtively; he was listening intently, his eyes narrowed to slits, slowly raising his glass to let the beer slide down his lips. It was clear he was trying hard to visualize the conversation next to him. I held my breath, listening carefully to the loud chatter next door.

"Forced sex? Internal ejaculation? Dude! You're really talking nonsense! Won't someone sue you?!" a rapidly speaking man exclaimed in surprise.

“Xiao Zhi, let me tell you, don’t be fooled by how high-class and proper those city women seem. They’re all just as promiscuous in bed. The girls I’ve slept with before were all incredibly wanton. What were they doing going to bars and chatting on Momo? It was all just to let loose. I’ve been working away from home these past few years, and my wife from the countryside is still here. I don’t have many steady girlfriends in the city. First of all, I don’t need them, and secondly, girls wouldn’t want to be with you forever. It’s all just for fun.”

“Brother Ba, what’s the point of talking about ejaculation inside me, about forced sex?” another voice asked urgently.

"Hey, you little brat, what's the rush? I recently hooked up with a young woman who plays with vibrators when her husband's not around. Just now, when I touched her, she pretended to be chaste and resisted. I forced her mouth down my dick, and she even punched my leg. It felt like a massage from a prostitute at a foot massage parlor. But since she dared to punch my leg, I figured this woman was hot, and it'd be really fun. It reminded me of Japanese BDSM, the scenes of torturing and conquering women. My blood boiled, and I slapped her. She immediately became obedient, then stuck out her buttocks and kept calling me in a coquettish voice, 'Husband, husband,' it was fucking awesome!" the repairman said smugly. "Brother

Ba, you're really good at bragging. Your bragging skills are getting better and better! You've been watching a lot of AVs lately, haven't you?" Xiao Zhi said to him with a hint of mockery.

"Whoever brags is a son of a bitch!" The repairman slammed his hand on the table, took a big gulp of his drink, and said, "That morning I went out to fix air conditioners, fixed three different ones, and by the afternoon, there was this old lady, old and ugly, who insisted that I had overcharged her by ordering too many repair services, not installing enough parts, and charging her too much. She wanted me to take pictures of the repair process to show her. Isn't that crazy? In this sweltering heat, I fixed her air conditioner, and that was it. She still insisted that I take pictures, saying I skipped steps and overcharged her by 100 yuan. Damn it, am I supposed to break her air conditioner again, fix it all over again, and take pictures again?"

"Did you sleep with that old woman?" Ah Tu laughed.

"Bullshit!" I couldn't hold back and yelled at the old woman, "Go ahead and complain about me if you dare!" Then my phone rang. I answered the call to repair the next house. Another lady was waiting at home, so I snatched the 200 yuan from her hand, slammed the door, and left. I was seething with anger, thinking about these menopausal women, they're so damn annoying. I rode my electric bike to the next house. I rang the doorbell, and a voice inside said, "Who is it?" Judging from the voice, it should be a young woman. My mood improved a bit, and I said, "Air conditioner repairman." But when the door opened, wow! A super sexy beauty opened the door. She had a pair of almond-shaped eyes, long eyelashes that blinked constantly, as if she was constantly flirting with me. Her high nose bridge looked particularly delicate, and her small mouth looked incredibly sexy. She was a little plump, wearing a low-cut halter dress and high-heeled crystal sandals. Her fair toes with red nail polish were incredibly sexy, and her long, wavy brown hair couldn't hide her half-exposed breasts. This kind of outfit is what fascinates me the most. She's absolutely stunning; my little brother immediately snapped to attention. I thought that if I could just touch her body, my life would be complete. "Did you touch her?" Xiao Zhi asked.

"I wanted to touch her, but I had to be strategic. What if there's a man in her house? If I touched her, wouldn't I be asking for trouble? I had to test the waters first. I chatted with her about men, husbands, and so on. When I heard her husband wasn't home, that he was away on a business trip, I was overjoyed, beyond words. I started using sexually suggestive words like 'white steamed bun,' 'loneliness,' and 'bed,' and while grabbing my tools, I casually scratched her face to see her reaction." "What reaction? Did she let me touch her?" A Tu asked.

"Are you stupid? Of course not! My sister-in-law, to maintain her composure, naturally backed away, not letting me scratch her. But when she pushed me away and turned to do her own thing, a blush appeared on her face!" I said aloofly, "I'm only talking to you because you're beautiful," and then tidied up my tools, though I was secretly thrilled. "And then?" Xiao Zhi asked.

"She was tidying up the house, pacing back and forth in the room. Her crystal high-heeled sandals tapped on the floor, making a 'tap-tap-tap' sound. I squatted down, fiddling with the parts in my hands, occasionally stealing glances at her feet. White and delicate, her feet swayed rhythmically as she walked, her white soles peeking out from her high-heeled sandals. Her beautiful feet seemed to have a mysterious magnetic field, drawing my attention every now and then. I felt that even getting a beating for touching those little feet would be worth it. While fiddling with the air conditioner, I racked my brains. An idea came to me; I deliberately asked her to fetch my tools. As she drew closer, I casually touched her.

"Did you touch it?" a voice asked.

"Everything went exactly as I expected. She picked up her tools, slowly walked over, and gently squatted down. Her dress bunched up, revealing her cleavage. She was brushing her hair aside with her left hand, and her right hand was about to hand me the tools when, just then, I slid my hand across her instep. The feeling was like touching a bar of soap—smooth and slippery. Ah! So wonderful!

" Guess what? She was so startled she took several steps back and quickly walked away! I

continued with my work, feeling both satisfied and embarrassed. "The story should have ended here, but then I discovered something incredibly unexpected and exciting!"

"What?" they asked in unison.

"A silicone massager!"

"What's that?" Ah Tu asked.

"You don't even know that? You're so unsophisticated. That's a tool for women to masturbate. Women who lack male pleasure use this to masturbate!" Xiao Zhi added, "Right, Brother Ba!"

"You're the one who knows more! I fixed the air conditioner and was about to get the remote when I opened the drawer, and this thing was right in front of me. I felt like I was being electrocuted, thinking I had to fuck this beauty today and satisfy this lonely young woman! I called her over, closed the door, and tested the air conditioner. As soon as she closed the door, I let her come a little closer, and I quickly positioned myself in the doorway, suddenly pulling out my vibrator and waving it in front of her! Who knew she would be so shy that she lunged at me to grab it, but I dodged and pulled her into my arms. Instantly, my whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, like I was possessed by a demon.

" From the moment I walked in and saw this young woman until now, my dick had been hard the whole time. Now, holding this beauty in my arms, I couldn't take it anymore. I'd rather go to jail than not enjoy this beauty's body.

"A large hand was violating her genitals. She desperately tightened her legs, but I thrust even harder into her sensitive areas. Another hand vigorously rubbed her breasts. Her hands kept pushing against me, her high-heeled slippers clicking against the floor in her struggle.

I couldn't stand the sound of high heels hitting the floor; I found it incredibly sexy. Hearing that sound sent my adrenaline soaring. I forcefully pushed her down, making her kneel before me. I pulled down my pants, freeing my already ravenous cock, and shoved it into her mouth. Damn it, she was still pretending to be reserved, her mouth tightly shut, her limp body still struggling. I thought, 'To hell with it, at worst I'll go to jail for a few years. Going to jail for a beauty like this is worth it.' In a fit of rage, I slapped her twice. *Slap slap*, she was instantly stunned. I quickly grabbed her head, aimed at her mouth, and shoved my cock inside." She knelt on the ground and kept punching my legs with her small fists. The force was like that of a maidservant massaging the legs of a landlord in the old society. I felt incredibly good. After about 100 thrusts, my hand got tired, and I wanted to taste her vagina again.

"I made her turn her back to me, pulled down her panties, lifted her skirt, and ran my hand down there. Damn, I thought she was some virtuous woman, but she's just a little slut. She was already overflowing with juices. I leaned down and smelled her. It was moist with a faint fragrance! Without saying a word, I grabbed her big white buttocks, grabbed my cock, aimed at her sticky, wet pussy, and thrust hard. With a 'whoosh,' my hot cock went right into her wet pussy from behind, reaching deep inside. Her pussy immediately embraced it tightly, and her vagina began to writhe irregularly, rubbing intimately against the invading object. Her cervix was like a little mouth, sucking and releasing. It was so fucking intoxicating. She actually said, 'Oh, no... it's so full... um... ah!'"

The repairman, probably thirsty, took another sip of his drink and started moaning like a girl in bed.

"Come on! You think you're that brave? You're just fantasizing." Xiao Zhi calmed himself down, but still didn't believe it, and laughed.

The repairman's face flushed red as he argued, "You little brat, don't you fucking disbelieve me. I fucked her from the room to the floor, then from the floor to the balcony, then from the balcony to the bed, from afternoon to night! I pushed her against the wall first, made her hold onto it, lifted her skirt, and fucked her from behind. Damn, her high heels were in the way, and just as I was about to ejaculate inside her, her shoes slipped, and I ejaculated outside. Not satisfied after that, I grabbed her hair and dragged her to the balcony. I saw she liked using a vibrator, so I made her stick her big ass up, and I took the vibrator and shoved it inside! She's a fucking slut, like a bitch, her ass swaying up and down, left and right, back and forth with my dick. I felt so good that I thrust my dick deep into her vagina, and her juices flowed out along the dick!" The repairman gestured forcefully with chopsticks.

"Brother Ba, just talk, why are you gesturing with chopsticks!" "A-Tu laughed.

"The most fucking amazing thing is that he did it to her in her own bed, damn it, their wedding photo is hanging right above the bed." The repairman put down his chopsticks and laughed smugly.

"What, does that mean he did it to a married woman in front of the male homeowner?!" A-Tu chimed in.

"Yeah! At first I thought only a handsome, dashing, and powerful man could be lucky enough to marry such a beauty! But upon closer inspection, the man, sigh! He looks like he's destined to be impotent, skinny and small, with hardly any hair, and wearing thick glasses. The woman is wearing a low-cut wedding dress, revealing half of her breasts, beautiful and wanton, and she even deliberately lets the man kiss her slutty feet in crystal high heels!" The repairman said smugly.

The room next door held its breath, seemingly unusually quiet, except for a loud conversation.

"Brother Ba, did that slut taste good?" "A voice trembled with excitement.

'You're talking bullshit, those slutty feet, unlike the stinky, rough feet of our country women, these feet,' he swallowed, getting to his most fascinated part, 'the feeling of them sliding on my face, it's fucking wonderful, I don't know how to explain it to you—you've fucking used soap, right? It smells so good and smooth on your face; you've eaten tofu, right? It's so soft and tender when you bite into it.' Her five toes were long and thin, and fucking painted with red nail polish. I shoved her tender toes into my mouth, my tongue swirling between them, biting hard until she cried out, 'No, no!' I didn't care, continuing to lick the back of her feet, as smooth and tender as tofu. Then there were her soles, with tender flesh like cat paws, leaving a row of bright red teeth marks when I bit them." The most damn ridiculous thing was that she was still wearing those transparent high-heeled slippers. Wearing those shoes, a woman walks with a swaying gait, her buttocks bouncing and her breasts jiggle. Of all the women I've slept with, only prostitutes wear those kinds of shoes. I treated it like playing with a prostitute, constantly playing with her feet with my mouth, unconsciously drooling all over them. The saliva, smelling of cigarettes, the scent of her slutty feet, and the leather of her high heels mixed together—it was an intoxicating experience. She also said she uses milk or something every day, something about feet, something about "foot care." Oh, right, it's "foot care." The repairman, as he spoke, couldn't help but drool. "

What's foot care?" Atu asked again.

"It's washing your feet! You don't even know that? How did you get into this world? So unsophisticated!" Xiao Zhi, who was speaking quickly beside him, said. "

What? Milk is for drinking, she uses it to wash her feet! Damn, the world of the rich, we don't understand!" "Ah Tu sighed.

"Anyway, the feeling of that slut is unforgettable, I wish I could fuck her feet too. I admired the wedding photos on the wall while nibbling on her slut's hooves and fucking her cunt! I thought that if a slut would give her hooves to such a short man, then a strong man like me would definitely make her feel like she was in heaven. At that moment, I felt like a general in a war movie, riding a mare. "What does it feel like to ride that mare?" a voice asked.

"That slut is not only a mare, but also a bitch." The repairman got more and more excited as he talked, bragging in long, long passages! "I always thrust into her cunt and teased her, huff... huff... little slut, your tender cunt is too tight, it's squeezing me to death. I penetrated from behind, and she actually started to move her buttocks actively, rocking back and forth, actively seeking my big cock. At first, I gently slapped her buttocks, but seeing how into it she was, I started alternating between my hands, each slap eliciting a wanton "Ah!" from her. Later, I loosened up, slapping her buttocks with both hands at once. Her small waist moved like a motor, thumping and thumping, relentlessly thrusting against my penis. Her white, tender buttocks, undulating with my large penis, pumped forcefully. She involuntarily twisted her snow-white, pink buttocks backward to meet my thrusts, her tender flesh burning hot, and she kept moaning, "Ah...ah...no, it's so big...ah...oh...ha...ah...oh..."

"Round after round of frenzied thrusting has made me sweat all over."

"Guess what she said?" Xiu cleared his throat.

"What did she say?" the two losers asked excitedly and curiously in unison.

"She said, 'It's coming... ah... it's coming... it's coming... slow... slow... ah... a little slower... um... too... too intense... I... I can't take it... I can't take it anymore...' Then she suddenly raised her head, as if releasing the energy that was about to burst from there, and said again, '... ah... ah... it's coming... I'm climaxing... ah...'" The repairman imitated a woman's voice, speaking in an intoxicated tone.

"While fucking, he suddenly felt a wet spot on the sheet, and looked again. Damn, my little sister-in-law, the sheet was covered in a pool of her juices, flowing down her buttocks in streams." "Brother Ba, how long did you ride this bitch!" A-Tu asked excitedly.

"I don't quite remember, I went at 4:30 in the afternoon and came back around 8:30 in the evening. It took half an hour to fix the air conditioner, and almost 4 hours to fuck her! Seeing her on the bed, almost dead from being fucked by me, I took pity on her and didn't charge her. I thought about how it would cost 300 to hire a prostitute outside! So I didn't charge her!" "How much does it cost to fix this air conditioner?" Xiao Zhi asked.

"Oh, not expensive, 80 yuan!" the repairman said calmly.

"Brother Ba, you've hit the jackpot!" A Tu exclaimed excitedly.

"Okay, let's all have a drink, come on!" The three of them downed their drinks in one go.

"Brother Ba, you didn't ejaculate inside me, did you?" Xiao Zhi asked cautiously.

"That country woman won't have any babies for me. There's an old saying in our village, 'Many children, many blessings.' It's a good thing that I let a city woman have my babies! Haha! When I was fucking her, I felt my period was coming, so I said I was going to ejaculate inside. She actually begged me not to ejaculate inside, and while being fucked, she kept backing away, trying to push my big thing out. How could that be! Such a perfect wife, I must possess her completely. I kept pushing her against the headboard, leaving her nowhere to retreat!" "Did you ejaculate inside in the end?" A Tu asked excitedly. "

Of course!" I thrust into her until her whole body convulsed. Finally, I teased her, "Where to shoot?" Guess what she said? She said, "Anywhere." So I didn't hold back. I poured all the pent-up desire I'd held back all week into her little cunt. When I ejaculated inside her, her horny screams were so intense, I wanted to crawl inside her completely! "Good, let city women give birth to babies for us migrant workers! Cheers!" Another round of heavy drinking.

The repairman, still wanting more, said, "Before I fucked her, her tender cunt was pink and had a faint fragrance. When I pulled out, I saw her high-heeled slippers, bra, panties, and other things lying around her. She was slumped against the headboard, completely paralyzed, her vulva ripped open and red, her cunt a round hole, with a pungent smell of semen." No wonder. After ejaculating several times inside her, her vagina was probably too small to hold all the semen, and a large amount of semen flowed out of her opening. Maybe she's already pregnant with my child! But, once you've had a woman like that, things are easy. If you're skilled enough, you can do whatever you want with her. The repairman immediately became smug. "Brother Ba, I'd like to toast you. You're so lucky! If you have the chance, introduce that little wife to us brothers!" A-Tu grinned wickedly.

"No way! You've hooked up with so many girls as a security guard, and you still need me to introduce you? Fine!" The repairman waved his hand.

"Brother Ba, what can a security guard do? Without your introduction, I wouldn't know anyone. You're just introducing me to people, nothing more!" Ah Tu said with a smile. "If you can't produce, don't blame me for laughing at you!" "Who the hell can't produce? I can train this slut anytime. Brother, you're too inexperienced. Getting any women is already good enough. This kind of top-quality beauty, you're like a toad trying to eat swan meat!" The repairman laughed loudly.

"Clang!" I couldn't help but shudder. My chopsticks fell to the ground. I bent down to pick them up, and when I looked up, oh my god, my husband's pants were bulging high because of his penis. I straightened up and saw my husband half-closing his eyes, listening with great interest to the story of the young woman next door being assaulted.

I suddenly felt that maybe my husband's penis had difficulty getting erect. How could he get an erection while listening to such obscene things? Based on my understanding of my husband, although he appears honest on the surface, he's secretly quite lecherous, especially fond of promiscuous women. Unfortunately, he's too honest; he's afraid of being seen by acquaintances at nightclubs, and afraid of being scammed at brothels. But with his lecherous nature, even if he did encounter such a woman, it would be pointless. He always harbors many fantasies about having numerous romantic encounters.

I listened to the conversation, breaking out in a cold sweat. The thought of my husband being there made me shudder. That damned repairman, how could he brag about what happened that night? My face flushed red and then turned pale.

"Honey, what's wrong?" My husband, snapping out of his reverie, noticed my pale face and asked with concern.

"No, no, nothing," I stammered. "I'm not feeling well. Maybe we should go home?" My husband gently took my hand, reluctantly leaving behind a table full of delicious food and the sounds from behind the screen. We barely ate anything before leaving the food stall.

[The End]

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