【My Blissful Sexual Life Back Home】(10) Author: ken_joy

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Chapter Ten:

She's still my husband and son, still a traditional rural woman. On the third day, my wife returned
home. Upon arriving, she did her housework as usual and took good care of my parents as always. As for
why , she only told all the neighbors that she missed her son and wanted to get a gynecological exam.

That evening, I closed the door. Without saying a word, I turned my back to my wife and began to undress. After I finished, I found
her kneeling behind me, holding a small stick in her right hand, saying, "Hit me, I was wrong." Instantly,
I lost my temper, grabbed the stick, and struck her back dozens of times, the sound of the
blows echoing loudly. I was furious at the time, and you can imagine how much pain she was in, but she
endured it all without uttering a sound. After the beating, I threw down the stick, told her to get up, and then
went to bed alone, turning my back to her, saying nothing more.

After a while, she climbed up to me without even taking off her clothes. Because I had hit her so badly, she only dared to sleep face down.
I ignored her, pretending she didn't exist. She, too, ignored me completely, grabbed a blanket, and slowly
covered herself with it. From her actions, I could tell she was in great pain. She
must be in a lot of pain right now. I felt a pang of heartache and regretted hitting her so hard. But,
out of pride, I still ignored her. We gradually fell asleep.

Around 3 a.m., I woke up and turned to look at my wife. She was still face down, sleeping soundly beside me
. I grabbed a flashlight and, very quietly, slowly removed her blanket and lifted her
clothes. Instantly, a series of red welts appeared before me, at least a dozen,
covering her entire back. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken again, the pain rising from my heart, and tears streamed
down my face. Seeing that she didn't move, I quietly took another bottle of Tiger Balm and, with extremely gentle movements,
began to apply it to my wife's back, crying as I did so.

When I applied it to the second bloody welt, my wife woke up. She turned over and sat up. Seeing that she was sitting
up, I handed her the Tiger Balm and said to her indifferently, "Apply it yourself." Then I prepared to turn over and go back
to sleep. "Why are you crying?" My wife didn't take the Tiger Balm and asked me. "If you want to be with Lao He, then go ahead!
We'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow. Don't hold a grudge against me for hitting you. I haven't hit you in the past ten years, and I
won't be able to anymore. Be with Lao He and live a good life. There's still 70,000 yuan in savings at home; take it all."
My voice was choked with sobs. After saying that, I turned and lay down, my back to my wife, and said nothing more. Perhaps not
expecting me to be so understanding, my wife sat blankly on the bed, slowly twitching, then turning into soft sobs, and
finally into heartbroken wailing. After crying for a while, she finally lay down, sobbing as she hugged me from behind, repeatedly
saying, "Husband, I'm sorry, husband, I'm sorry." I didn't turn around the whole time, but I was also crying.

The next day, I told Huixia that my wife had cheated on me and had come back. That afternoon, Huixia chatted with me on WeChat for
over an hour. She asked me, "Weren't we cheating on each other? Why are we using double
standards to treat others? As long as my wife corrects herself, that's fine. When people are lonely and helpless, they do
things that are morally or legally inexplicable, which is normal. She was alone in Guangzhou at the time, it really
wasn't easy for her, don't make things difficult for her..." After talking with Huixia, I suddenly felt like the clouds had parted and the sun had shone through, and everything became clear.
Actually, was I angry that my wife cheated? No, I didn't have much love or passion for my wife.
My anger was purely out of a sense of face. Besides, if my wife really came back,
what ? My wife would find out about our relationship sooner or later.

That night, I finally had a heart-to-heart talk with my wife. I told her I was angry because I couldn't bear to
leave her. Although I'm slow-witted, I love this family, and I can't bear to leave them, mother and child. At this point,
my wife started sobbing again, hugging my neck and repeatedly saying, "Husband, I'm sorry!"

Later, my wife told me that Lao He was over forty years old, from Xiantao, Hubei. His wife and child stayed in
Hubei ; he was a technician working in the factory next door and rented the apartment next to my wife's. Actually, Lao He
didn't treat my wife well at first, but he accidentally discovered she was sick and looked
frightening carrying her to the hospital. My wife was hospitalized for a week, and Lao He
took care of her during that time. After she was discharged, they started having an affair. Honestly, deep down, I understand my wife. Middle-aged
men and women, especially single ones, often have a very detached view of sex. It's quite normal for a single man and woman to live together as
temporary partners. The level of chaos in male-female relationships in China far exceeds our
imagination. What we usually see or hear about is just the tip of the iceberg. There are countless Edison Chens among ordinary people…
On

the third day, I laid down three rules for my wife: 1. Delete Lao He's phone number, WeChat, and all other personal information;
she must never contact him again. 2. Move immediately after returning home, move away from that area, and don't let Lao He run into her.
3. I can check her WeChat videos anytime to see the furnishings and situation in her room. She immediately agreed and
deleted all of Lao He's personal information in front of me. That evening, our family of five took a family photo and had
a harmonious reunion dinner. My wife took a bus back to Guangzhou on the fourth day. More than half a month after she returned, I heard from
another coworker from Jiangxi that my wife had found a temporary husband. I started turning a blind eye, pretending
not to know. Of course, I didn't want to know. Perhaps this is what it means to be blissfully ignorant.

Life returned to normal, and the weather entered the golden harvest season. After wasting a lot of time,
I resumed my work investigating the romantic affairs of Feng Shui master Yang Dequan. To catch that adulterous couple, I went to the mahjong parlor
every day and became intimately familiar with Huixia's promiscuous mother-in-law. One day, I noticed she
was rushing to leave after nine o'clock, so I followed her.

Everything was the same old routine, done with practiced ease. When I set up the ladder, they hadn't started undressing yet
; they were just sitting on the bed chatting like an old couple. After a few minutes, they began to
slowly and deliberately undress. This time, the fat old woman was completely naked in front of me. I took out my phone,
turned off the flash, and photographed her undressing, one picture at a time. The fat old woman's body was truly voluptuous, her flesh...
Her fleshy, enormous breasts swayed and jiggled with her movements. Her huge buttocks, though
old, were still round and plump without a single wrinkle. Watching her, I actually got hard, and even
felt a slight urge to fuck this old woman…

Old women having sex, their movements were still varied and wanton. The only
difference between them and young people was that they didn't moan; they just shook the bed until it creaked and groaned, almost falling apart. Watching them make love, although their
fleshy mounds weren't as pleasing to the eye as young women's, was still quite exciting. It had a unique flavor.

After obtaining the evidence, I quietly left Yang Dequan's house. The next day, in Chen Xiaohe's office,
I used a USB drive to select a few explicit and clear photos from these obscene and filthy pictures, printed them
out with a color inkjet printer, and gave them to Huixia. Upon receiving them, Huixia's face flushed red, her hands trembled, and she was at a loss.
Finally, we agreed that she would keep the photos and not show them to anyone else. Next time that shrewish old woman nags, I'll
show her this privately to intimidate her. If that bastard doesn't listen, I'll threaten to post it all over the street
to scare her and make her behave. After everything was agreed upon, our lives returned to normal. I still played
mahjong , playing with that old hag every day. Until one incident occurred.

That day, the old woman lost over a hundred yuan and became very angry, cursing and swearing at everyone. I couldn't
stand it anymore and started arguing with her. Unexpectedly, she threw a chair at me. I was furious, but
because she was an old woman, I couldn't hit her. I was very angry. When I got home that night, I decided to scare
her the next day.

The next day, it was Friday, and my son had to go back to the village after school. I picked out a
very provocative photo from my phone and printed it out. Around eight o'clock that evening, I went straight to the mahjong parlor and called the old woman
out. We found a secluded spot and I took out the photo. The old woman nearly fainted on the spot upon seeing this, trembling
all over . Then she suddenly knelt before me, crying and begging me not to harm her. Seeing her
trembling, a sense of vengeful pleasure welled up inside me. I smiled, made her kneel, and then
slipped my right hand inside her collar…

The old woman obediently followed me to the rented room. As soon as we entered and the door closed, she
obediently stripped naked. Then, she helped me undress, kneeling before me like a slave,
grabbing my large penis and starting to suck it. To be honest, this old woman's actions actually felt quite good to me;
she perfectly catered to a man's possessive desires. Seeing that she had sucked enough, I made her kneel, went inside,
found a nylon rope, picked her up, threw her onto the bed, and then, following the method used in Japanese adult films, tied her
up tightly with the rope. She cried throughout the process, but I ignored her completely. I felt
no .

The old woman, bound and straddled, had her legs spread wide by the ropes, her dark vulva stretched open, the opening dry
and without a drop of moisture. Her enormous breasts were also bound together with rope, forming two huge round mounds of flesh,
the dark nipples forced erect… Seeing this, my interest surged. I took
over a hundred photos with my phone, then, raising my massive penis, I thrust it into her mouth. Her hands were tied
behind her back, her old face a mess of tears and hair, but she still chose to give me
oral sex earnestly and meticulously. Her large mouth and tongue, her oral sex skills were no less than Zhou Meixiang's, the panting breaths making my penis
feel incredibly good. Watching her efforts, I knelt down, held her head,
and licked her head thoroughly. The salty tears and sweat, combined with the stimulation, meant that tonight she had awakened my
sadistic instincts.

Normally, I have absolutely no sexual interest in old women. But sometimes, after indulging in
delicacies, one might crave a simple meal of pickled vegetables. Unfortunately, this old woman is my pickled vegetable, my slave,
the perfect object to unleash my primal desires. Tonight, I'm destined to be perverted, and increasingly so.
I lick, rub, and pinch her rough, old face, her dark, wrinkled skin, in an extremely perverse way.
Occasionally, I kick her. Finally, I carry her to the bathroom, pull out my large penis
, and urinate into her mouth, recording it as I do so. Watching the yellow urine flow from her mouth fills me with
endless excitement. I laugh loudly, incredibly excited. She, on the other hand, has practically lost all dignity; all she can do is cry…
When

I'm tired of playing, I turn on the shower, lather her with shower gel, and start rinsing her. To
thoroughly clean away the urine, I'm surprisingly thorough in my bath this time. After washing her, I dry her off and carry her to bed.
Then , I spread her legs wide, revealing her dark vulva to me. I turned on my phone's flashlight,
stuck my head between her legs, and studied her cunt carefully for a long time before taking
dozens of close-up photos. When I finally looked up at the old woman, she was looking at me with
pitiful eyes, tears welling up. She didn't beg for mercy or scream, just looked at
me pitifully. It stirred my compassion. I touched her face and said, "Auntie, I like old
cunts. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. If you cooperate, I'll make you feel good forever. If you don't understand, I
'll post these photos all over town and make sure you can never be a decent human being again." She
nodded vigorously. I smiled sinisterly and kissed her. Surprisingly, she obediently cooperated with my French kiss.

I positioned the old woman, raised my big penis, and thrust it into her cunt. I had
assumed her vagina would be very loose and easy to penetrate. However, it was surprisingly dry and tight inside, without a
single drop of lubrication, making penetration uncomfortable. This was completely unexpected. Out of desperation, I forcefully inserted
seven or eight mouthfuls of saliva into her vagina before my large penis could barely feel lubrication. Later, I learned that having sex with an older woman
requires artificial lubrication because there's no secretion. Although the old woman tried her best to cooperate,
her vagina was too loose and dry, making it less enjoyable compared to Huixia's experience. I persisted
, thrusting two or three hundred times before ejaculating deeply into her vagina. After ejaculating, I untied her
ropes. After the ropes were removed, she stretched her shins and asked, "Can I go back?" With my
permission, she slowly put on her clothes, said, "If you want to do it again, just tell me, I'll do it myself," and
walked out the door.

After she left, I felt nauseous. Damn it, how could I have slept with such a disgusting old woman?
What was I thinking? Revenge? Sadism? Or something else? I don't know, but
I'd rather die than sleep with that kind of old hag again. She was too disgusting. Perhaps some of you perverts have had similar experiences:
you want to sleep with a woman you have no feelings for, regardless of her looks, before you've slept with her. But once
you've slept with her, especially right after, that woman suddenly becomes incredibly disgusting and ugly.
What's this phenomenon called in psychology? Think about it, even young women feel
this way , so how disgusting must this old woman be!

From then on, the old woman became much more discreet and almost always avoided me.
Sometimes , when she couldn't avoid me, she'd tremble with fear when she saw me. And every time I saw her,
I'd politely call her "Auntie" loudly, then look at her with a sinister smile.

Huixia finally noticed the old woman's change. She told me that the old woman had suddenly
become very obedient, her head always drooping, talking much less, and no longer scolding her and her father-in-law.
After describing the old woman's condition, she suddenly asked me if I had done something to her. I laughed out loud, then pretended to be deep and
mysterious, refusing to tell her. However, this expression only made Huixia more curious, and she started
asking me more frequently on WeChat. Later, unable to bear it any longer, I mischievously said on WeChat, "Next time we
make love, I'll tell you everything." After hearing this, she cursed me over a hundred times on WeChat: You bad guy!

It was another Saturday, and I hadn't had a date with Huixia in a long time; I really missed her. So, I seriously lied to
my son, saying that Grandpa missed him a little and wanted him to go back and see him. My son was very obedient, hopped on my electric scooter,
and rode back.

When Huixia came in that evening, she practically sprinted towards me at top speed, flying into my arms.
Then came a wet kiss, passionate and warm, intense and exciting. Since my wife returned, and before I started following
the old lady , a lot of time had passed, and we hadn't seen each other for almost half a month. Half a month
is a really long time for a couple separated...

Huixia's arrival suddenly made cooking a romantic and warm experience. Sometimes, I would hold her in
my arms, hugging her from behind, letting her chop vegetables in my lap; sometimes, she would stand beside me cooking like a strict teacher
, giving serious critiques (actually nonsense); sometimes, she would carry a plate of vegetables, twirling around,
dancing like a Swan Lake ballet, floating to the table... My Huixia,
the Huixia , the Huixia who became extremely repressed and quiet there. With me, she was like a free bird,
so lovely, so full of life... Watching her joyful figure, I was completely captivated...

(To be continued)

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