【Yan and Huan's New Year's Moonlit Night】(12) Author: Little Chicken Soup

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Author: Little Chicken Soup
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Yan and Huan's New Year's Eve "Twelve"

Chicken Tai (confused): Husband, it's already the Year of the Monkey, why are you still having New Year's Eve?

Little Chicken (arrogant): Wife, it's already the Year of the Monkey, why are you still eating chicken?

"Slurp..."

I kissed Huan's lips. I've been married to my wife for almost a year, but every time I kiss her little mouth, I
feel the same sweetness as when I kissed her at our wedding. It's so sweet that I don't want to let go. I gently pried open her pearly teeth with my tongue,
and her fragrant tongue was already eager to entwine with mine. Tsk tsk, even though you're my husband, can you still maintain a little restraint? Good
wife.

While we were kissing, Qiang and Yan continued their marital intimacy on the bed. Yan's oral skills are undeniable.
I remember once a girl jokingly told me that she had honed her skills at social gatherings to avoid
having sex with older men, aiming to bring them to a high point before actual intercourse so she could ejaculate quickly. So
when a woman is giving you oral sex, don't assume she loves your big penis; she just wants to
finish you off quickly.

My wife was moved by what she saw, but she couldn't very well take advantage of me in someone else's hallway. She kissed me for a while, then snuggled up
to me and continued watching the live show. Stealing a friend's privacy is wrong, but Qiang and Yan are a handsome couple, pleasing
to , and they'd seen each other at the party, so I don't think they'd mind too much.

Yan's penis gleamed from being sucked, standing erect. The girl, whose sex drive wasn't particularly strong
, couldn't handle the overwhelming heat and asked her husband for comfort: "Honey, I can't take it anymore, I want..."

He forced a confident smile and, without much hesitation, gave her a quickie
. Huan, even more excited than the main characters, turned and laughed, "Honey, they're going to fuck you!"

I thought to myself, we're not kids anymore, I know that without you saying it, but Huan didn't stop and continued asking me:
"If I hadn't fallen into the water, you'd be the one fucking me tonight. Now, seeing the fish that was practically in your mouth being
eaten by someone else, what do you think?"

My little rascal, how could she ask her husband such a question? I stroked my wife's hair and said, "I have no
feelings. Yan is Qiang's wife, it's only natural for her to have sex with him. You two are the ones who are messing around, aren't you?" "

Liar, you're obviously disappointed!" Huan teased me. I looked at her sincerely and said, "I'm not disappointed. To be
honest it broke my heart to see you cry just now. I'm glad we didn't exchange. A hundred Li Zhuoyans are not worth one Qiu
Baohuan."

Huan didn't expect me to say such a thing. She was immediately stunned with emotion in her eyes and leaned on my shoulder, saying, "Ze,
I love you."

"I love you too, Huan." I was satisfied with my skills in comforting my wife.

My wife looked up and said innocently, "Can you tell my sister what you just said yourself tomorrow?"

Oh, these kinds of gossips between husband and wife, do we need to spread them around?

Stop fooling around with the little rascal. I temporarily shut her mouth under the pretext of "be careful they don't hear." My gaze
returned to the bed. At this time, the two of them were already in a state of readiness. Yan lay elegantly on the bed, her pair of snow-white and slender legs
spread open, ready for her husband to penetrate her. Just as things were about to escalate, Qiang whispered something in Yan's ear,
causing the girl to frantically hit her husband.

Huan, being curious, naturally wanted to know what was being said and asked in my ear, "Honey, what did Qiang say to
my sister about hitting her?"

I said irritably, "Even with your protruding ears, you couldn't hear it, so how could I possibly hear it?"

Huan pouted and continued watching the drama unfold. Yan shook her head vigorously, while Qiang persistently tried to persuade his wife. After
a while, perhaps unable to bear her husband's annoyance, Yan reluctantly nodded.

Having convinced his wife, Qiang excitedly jumped out of bed and brought out two black cloths from Yan's dressing table drawer.

Huan asked in my ear, "Do you think Qiang wants to hang my sister up for fun?"

I also guessed, "Yan isn't heavy, but two small pieces of cloth wouldn't be enough to hold her up, would they? Besides,
there's ."

Rather than guessing, it was better for the parties involved to reveal the truth. Qiang unfolded the two black cloths; they were blindfolds used to
block out light . Qiang handed one blindfold to his wife and put the other on himself.

Yan also put on the blindfold with a flushed face. Huan, who wanted to try everything, said to me, "So it's more fun to play blindfolded
? Let's try it at home."

I shrugged and didn't object: "Then let's go to the department store and buy two tomorrow."

After they both put on the blindfolds, they returned to their previous positions. Qiang had been with countless women, and he and Yan were a couple. He
knew how to penetrate even when blindfolded, but he wasn't in a hurry to penetrate. He just teased Yan's vulva with the head of his penis.

"Mmm...it's so itchy...come on...husband...don't torture me..." Yan shook her knees, showing unsatisfied desire. Qiang
asked with a lewd smile, "Do you want it that much? Who's your husband now?"

Yan bit her lower lip and refused to answer. Qiang teased her vulva a couple more times with the head of his penis: "Don't you want to say you're not comfortable?"

Yan had no choice but to puff out her cheeks and reluctantly whispered, "Ze..."

I was dumbfounded. Although there was some distance and Yan's voice was very soft, I could clearly hear that it was...my
name .

Huan also immediately looked back at me. I panicked and said, "I misheard... I misheard..."

What was most infuriating was that not only could we not hear clearly, but Qiang, who was clearly on top of Yan, also pretended not to hear:
"Who did you say? I didn't hear you!"

Yan knew her husband was shameless and that this wouldn't satisfy him. She gritted her teeth in a fit of pique and said loudly, "Ze!

Ze is my husband!"

Qiang said with satisfaction, "Is that so? He's your husband, so what am I, the one who took your wedding photos?"

"You're a second husband, a turtle bastard!"

I glared at him, thinking that this time I was really in deep trouble. Surprisingly, Huan remained calm,
resting her chin on her hand and muttering to herself, "So they're just playing role-playing."

"You? You don't mind?" I asked tentatively. Huan laughed without a care, "Of course I don't mind.
We supposed to switch roles today. Even if you were to actually do it with my sister, I wouldn't mind. Why would she be angry if she just fantasizes?"

Right, Huan is jealous of me with other women, but Yan is the only one she can escape. Then Huan added with a smile, "
Besides, I also love role-playing."

"You love role-playing too?" When? With whom?

Huan stood up and circled around like she was dancing: "I play magical girls, hoorayhoohoohoo, I'm a magical girl..."
"Fa Xiaohuan?" I hurriedly pressed my wife down. "Do you want to be exposed right away with such big movements?"

"Oh, yeah." Huan stuck out her tongue, completely unaware of her situation. Fortunately, Qiang and Yan were
engrossed in their lovemaking inside and didn't notice the over-aged magical girl transforming outside.

Huan leaned against me again to watch the live show. Qiang, having gotten his kicks, didn't immediately satisfy his wife. Instead, he continued
to tease her, rubbing his penis against Yan's vulva. This made the usually elegant and graceful goddess sway
her hips, burning with desire, eager to be satisfied.

"Husband? Don't do this! I really can't take it anymore! Didn't we agree that you wouldn't torture me if you did what you wanted?"

Yan's voice was almost pleading and resentful. She forced a lewd laugh and said, "Giving it to you so quickly would be boring. It's rare for
my wife to be so into it tonight. Tell your second husband, what were you doing at Ze's house just now?"

Yan knew that she couldn't get satisfaction if she didn't obey her husband, so she didn't hide anything and answered, "Nothing much? Dinner?

Shower? Then you called."

"That's all? No kissing? Didn't you give him any service while showering?"

"Kiss? Just one kiss? Didn't give him oral sex? Just?"

"Just what?"

"Just dig at him? A few times?"

"Where did you dig?"

"Little? Little pussy?"

"Hehe, no wonder you wanted it so much. So you were aroused but had no way to release it. Did you have an orgasm?"

"Yes? Yes?"

Hearing the two of them talking, Huan, that little gossip, started again and turned to me and asked, "Just
digging with your hand? No penis?"

"Just digging with my hand! No penis!" I denied it openly.

Unable to bear Qiang's teasing, Yan pushed her legs, which were hanging around his waist, inwards, hoping to experience
the pleasure of being filled by his penis. Qiang made one last condition: "Call me 'husband' one more time, and I'll give it to you right now."

"Ze, you're my husband, I want it! Give it to me!"

"You little slut." Qiang smiled with satisfaction, pushing his strong buttocks forward. Yan's gentle voice immediately turned into
a disproportionate moan: "Oh!"

"How is it? Is it good enough?"

"Good? So good? Ze, you're fucking me so good?"

"Then let's continue!"

After the first thrust, Qiang began a slow piston-like motion,
satisfying . This insertion clearly pleased the girl greatly. Yan gasped for breath, her long, pleasurable
moans indicating she thoroughly enjoyed the penis's service: "Ah? Ahh? Ahh??"

Qiang leered, "Don't forget to satisfy your husband while you're enjoying yourself."

Yan pouted, repeating the previous "role-playing" with a hint of helplessness: "Ze? So thick??

Yan-mei is feeling so good being fucked by you??"

"Is that all? Isn't that enough?"

By this time, Yan was already in the mood, and since this probably wasn't their first time playing this game, she didn't resist and complied with
Qiang's request: "Am I a slut? I'm being fucked by my first husband behind my second husband's back, but I can't help it, you're
so much , I still prefer being fucked by you."

Hearing her husband being praised, Huan chuckled in my ear, "Sister said you're better than Brother Qiang."

I secretly rejoiced, pretending not to care, and lectured, "How can you take what you say during sex seriously?"

Qiang seemed quite pleased with Yan's words, increasing the speed of his thrusts as if rewarding her, and the edge of the bed began to sway. The sounds of their lovemaking
were deafening. Yan's full, firm breasts swayed violently as she was being fucked, her hands braced against her husband
's chest as she moaned lewdly, "Ah? So good? So deep? Ze, you're fucking me so good? Ahh? No?

Stop? Harder? Harder??"

Their lovemaking was intense, but Huan and I were surprisingly unmoved, not as excited as we had imagined. This was
because the bed was positioned with its back to us, and peeking through the crack in the door and crouching down meant we didn't actually see
much. We filled in the gaps in our minds, and since we had seen their lovemaking before at social gatherings, it had lost its
novelty .

"It's not that interesting after all." Men are more lustful than women, and even I think that's true. Huan felt even more
bored, and the excitement she felt when she saw Qiang's penis earlier had faded by half. I thought this was the perfect time to retreat, so I
suggested, "Since it's not interesting, let's go. It

'll be embarrassing if they find out." Huan was impulsive, but she understood this basic principle: a good show is worth the risk, but a boring one is
pointless . Just as we were deciding to back down, Qiang and Yan seemed to take a short break, and the intense thrusting
stopped. This made us afraid to move, lest we be heard in the quiet environment.

"Huh? Huh? Everyone says this is exciting, right?" Qiang said to his wife with satisfaction after a while of thrusting. Yan was
panting and didn't have time to answer his question, only letting her rapidly beating heart slowly calm down. After resting
for about a minute, Qiang excitedly told Yan to start the second round: "Okay, it's my turn."

Huan and I continued to watch, not understanding what he meant. We saw Yan cling to her husband even more embarrassedly than before, and after thinking
for a few seconds, she reluctantly said, "Me? Am I a naughty child? Did I do a lot of bad things today? Do you want Brother Qiang to teach me a lesson?"

Our eyes widened even more. After playing me, he didn't even spare Huan.

Qiang chuckled smugly, "Hey, you little rascal, I've wanted to fuck you for so long, and today you've finally obediently
walked into my trap ?"

Blindfolded Yan lowered her head, mimicking Huan's pitiful tone, "I know I'm bad, so
I came here today specifically to let Brother Qiang fuck me."

"You know you're wrong? Then hurry up and spread your legs for me to fuck you. You wouldn't let me fuck you earlier, now I'll show
you how powerful I am." Qiang unceremoniously pressed Yan, now transformed into Huan, onto the bed. Yan cooperated, pretending to be
quite convincing, "Brother Qiang, be gentle. I've only ever fucked Ze once, I can't handle Brother Qiang's big cock, don't fuck
me to death."

"Hahaha, too late. If I don't fuck you to my heart's content today, I won't call myself Qiang anymore!" Qiang proudly raised his erect
penis. Huan and I stared in disbelief. Having known them for so many years, we never knew our friends
had this kind of interest.

"No! No! Qiang-ge, be gentle! My mouth is hard, but my vagina is soft. I can't take your big cock. You'll fuck me to death
!" Yan swayed her beautiful buttocks as Qiang thrust into her, looking quite pleased with herself. Her voice was seductive and alluring.

Huan, her face flushed, stared blankly at the "herself" being forcefully pressed down, and grinned foolishly, "Haha, so you're such a good actress,
sister ?"

I wasn't in the mood to appreciate my "wife's" moans. Before being discovered, I reminded her again, "Hey, are we really leaving?"
"If this gets discovered, we can't even be friends anymore."

"Hmm, hmm." Even someone as mischievous as Huan knew this situation was bad. Spying on someone's sex life, especially
such an embarrassing one, even the two of them, who were usually so friendly, might not forgive it. But just as I was about to pull Huan up,
her calves went numb from squatting on the ground for too long. When she tried to stand up, her legs gave way, and she tumbled forward, even
pushing open the half-closed wooden door with one hand.

"Ouch!"

"Who is it?" Qiang and Yan, who were in the middle of a passionate encounter on the bed, pulled off their blindfolds in surprise and turned around. Huan and I
were half-kneeling on the ground, unsure of what expression to make.

"Goodnight, us? We're back?" Huan and I greeted our friends, scratching our heads together. Yan, who had been half-inserted,
naturally let out a scream of shock.

"Whoa!!!"

(To be continued)

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