【Da Sha's Wife (Part 7)】

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The nights in this remote village are always so quiet and desolate, especially winter nights, when even the chirping of insects seems to be buried in
the earth. Second Sister-in-law's family is small; besides a man who is often away from home, there's also a
young woman in her early twenties, Yulian, who hasn't found a husband yet. The house is always cold and quiet at night, and tonight it's even more so, as if struck by
frost.
Second Brother's affair with Li's wife happened so suddenly that it hadn't yet become public knowledge
. Yulian, used to her parents' lukewarm, indifferent, and even quarrelsome relationship,
didn't find anything particularly strange when her parents came home, one with their head down and the other with a dark expression, and then hastily ate their dinner without speaking to each other.
She cleaned up the dishes and went back to her room.
Feeling ashamed and guilty, the second brother kept glancing at his wife's expression during dinner. His wife's face
was as cold as ice; she wouldn't even look at him. He tried to speak to his daughter, but after several attempts,
he awkwardly swallowed his words. When his daughter started washing the dishes, his wife got up to boil water, leaving him alone,
staring blankly at the empty table.
Although the second brother wasn't as shrewd and capable as the third brother, he was a skilled bricklayer. His wife,
in her youth, was not only beautiful but also skilled in needlework and farming. She had also learned
fishing from a young age. For the first few years of their marriage, they lived a prosperous life, with everything they needed in their home
. The second brother's greatest wish was to have a son.
At that time, after the eldest son had given birth to three daughters in succession, he passed away due to ascites. The third son was still
unmarried, so the responsibility of continuing the family line naturally fell on the second son's shoulders. However, fate was unkind; despite prayers
and pleas, the first child was still a girl. The second son sought various remedies, and he and his wife tried
all sorts of pills and soups, even going so far as to sexually assault her until she was completely exhausted. On the day of her due date,
however, the baby was breech, and his wife cried out in the delivery room for a day and a night, only to find it was still a girl.
The second son, of course, didn't want the family line to end in his hands, but his wife gritted her teeth and declared, "I'm not a pig that gives birth to your offspring,
" and secretly had her tubal ligation performed. Later, the third brother's family had a son, and the second brother felt increasingly
ashamed. Adding to this, the third brother was a decisive man, and his sister-in-law always listened to him. His own wife also constantly
brought up the third brother… From then on, the second brother would often feel inexplicably angry and sullen, even strangely
feeling a nameless hatred. Although he sometimes thought it was absurd, whenever he heard his sister-in-law, especially his own
wife, talking about the third brother, those emotions were impossible to suppress.
But this time, it was only thanks to the third brother's help that he escaped his predicament; it was that simple-minded nephew who
pulled him out of the crowd. Thinking of his pathetic state then, the second brother felt ashamed and dejected, as well as somewhat resentful and
aggrieved.
Second Sister-in-law remained silent throughout. After boiling and using the water, she went to bed with a face covered in ice. The pot
lid clattered and the foot basin clanged, each sound sending a chill down Second Brother's spine, like sitting next to a
pile of firewood that could ignite at any moment.
After stepping on a pile of cigarette butts on the floor, Second Brother also washed up and slipped into bed. His wife was clearly not asleep yet; her breathing was heavy
and somewhat disordered, and the blankets heaved as if she were still sobbing. Second Brother suddenly felt guilty; his eyes
stung, and his throat went dry. He gently slipped into the blankets, deliberately brushing his arm against her soft, thick back and his foot
against hers. Second Sister-in-law recoiled as if stung, curling up and moving further into the bed, her sobbing
growing louder, and the blankets heaving even more violently.
After a period of indescribable excitement and anger, the second sister-in-law had gradually come to her senses. However,
the thought that all her years of hard work and sacrifice had only resulted in this man's years of indifference and even betrayal
pierced her heart like a needle. She knew the reason her husband had become like this; if
she had given birth to a son, life might have been completely different. The second sister-in-law even had a vague, unspoken worry
. Every time she mentioned the third son, her husband's expression would darken, and she worried that he might have discovered something
. These thoughts ground in her mind like a millstone.
Life had to go on. In this remote countryside, a man having an affair
wasn't considered a big deal, as long as it wasn't illicit or bloody. People would gossip
for a few days and then it would die down. Which village in the surrounding area hadn't had its share of petty theft? The second
sister-in-law even had this thought: It would be good if that slutty cunt of the Li family's wife was fucked and ruined...
The wife's silence was like a summons, giving the second brother the courage to break the deadlock. He moved closer to her,
his hand reaching from behind to her chest, grabbing her heavy, large breasts. The second sister-in-law twisted her body, trying to break free
, her sobs turning into soft whimpers. The second brother grabbed her and turned her over. The second sister-in-law
felt something hot and hard pressing against her waist; it hadn't been given to her in a long time. Suddenly, she leaned forward and
bit his shoulder hard, her nose and tears soaking her face...
The wife's body had become loose from childbirth, breastfeeding, and the passing years; the flesh on her belly and buttocks had
wrinkled, but it still retained a certain elasticity. Her large breasts had long lost their former fullness and pride, but
the woman's restlessness had not yet subsided; her peanut-shaped nipples remained firm even after being kneaded and pulled a few times. Those
once soft and smooth hands were now rough from years of labor, the fingers chapped and bandaged
...
That night, as if trying to make up for something, the second brother, as if he'd drunk chicken blood, regained his donkey- like vigor. His
penis, like a boat pole, went up and down, thrusting wildly, driving his sister-in-law to the brink of madness. His sister-in-law
cried and laughed beneath him. When they were both panting and somewhat limp, his sister-in-law rested her head on his chest,
her white hair disheveled and piled on his chest.
"Let's live a good life from now on!" the second brother whispered in the darkness.
The next day, at the crack of dawn, the third brother, as agreed, prepared to take Cui'er to Tan Yongmei's place. Several craftsmen from the village
also arrived one after another. The third brother invited them to eat breakfast and placed several packs of cigarettes on the table. The second brother...
The whole family came out to help the third brother's family with the arrangements.
These rural matters couldn't be kept private, and the second brother's "climbing over the wall" feat was no exception. Although
the smiles on the faces of the craftsmen and early-morning neighbors who greeted the second and third brothers looked a little strange
, no one showed excessive mockery or disdain. The second brother, however, felt extremely uncomfortable, pulling up
a stool and sitting on the field, facing inwards, constantly smoking.
"Lian, look, your brother's getting married soon, when can we drink your wedding wine?" The third brother, standing by the car while
waiting for Cui'er, joked with his niece, Yu Lian.
"Third Uncle..." Yu Lian's neck turned red, glancing at her third brother out of the corner of her eye, her expression shy and awkward.
"That girl, I wonder what she's thinking all day!" Second Sister-in-law said affectionately. "Third Uncle, you
know so many people, when are you going to find Lian a good match?" Yu Lian tugged at her mother's clothes, her face turning even redder.
Yu Lian's features and figure resembled Second Sister-in-law's in her youth. She had a thick, long, shiny black braid
, her features were delicate and pleasing to the eye, and her rosy complexion exuded the vitality unique to country women
. She was full and shapely from head to toe. In recent years, matchmakers had come to her door constantly, but she always refused. No one could guess
what she was thinking.
At this moment, Cui'er came out carrying a bundle. Her hair was neatly combed, and her tender face, coated with face cream,
looked even more rosy and smooth. Da Sha stood inside the door, peeking out reluctantly.
"Haha, silly boy, you can't bear to part with your little wife! You'll wet the bed tonight!" Several craftsmen teased loudly
. The silly boy chuckled a few times and shrank back into the house...
Tan Yongmei had always been very concerned about her third brother's affairs. When her third brother arrived with Cui'er, Tan
Yongmei had already cleaned the house inside and out. A compartment that had originally been used to store miscellaneous items had been cleared out to place a canopy bed.
The cotton quilts and blankets were all new, as were the foot basin, spittoon, and thermos. The windows were also covered with floral-patterned
window film. Tan Yongmei looked tired.
"You must have been cleaning all night yesterday?" her third brother asked, looking at everything with some concern.
"Hehe, it's nothing, what can I do? I'm Cui'er's aunt!" Tan Yongmei smiled slightly, her hair tucked behind her ear,
revealing pearly white teeth between her delicate lips. Cui'er thought Aunt Tan looked very beautiful when she smiled.
Her third brother only drank a few sips of water before getting up to leave. He still had to cross the river to buy things for his son's wedding. Before
leaving, he took out a wad of cash and stuffed it into Tan Yongmei's hand, asking her to help prepare some dowry for Cui'er. Tan Yongmei said it wasn't necessary,
she would take care of Cui'er's dowry herself. Her third brother refused, and after a few polite refusals, Tan Yongmei put the money in her pocket
.
After showing Cui'er around the various everyday items in the house, Tan Yongmei took Cui'er's hand and led her to the street.
The scenery of this county town was like heaven compared to the small village, though the air still carried
a dusty smell similar to that of the countryside. Although Cui'er had been brought here by human traffickers, she had always been locked in a hotel room and
had only seen the bustling crowds on the street from the window. Now, the noise and liveliness of this county town was truly before
her eyes, leaving Cui'er somewhat overwhelmed. Several times she almost stepped on the heel of Aunt Tan, who was walking ahead of her.
A woman with a lingering charm and elegant demeanor, accompanied by a beautiful and innocent-looking girl, was
quite conspicuous walking down the street. Every now and then, kids and hooligans from the pool tables and snack stalls would
whistle or make noise at them. Tan Yongmei didn't even glance at them, but Cui'er would often blush and quickly
tug at Tan's sleeve.
This county town wasn't very big; the only decent and popular shops were a three-story
department store run by the supply and marketing cooperative and the adjacent grocery store. Tan Yongmei picked out some fabric for Cui'er's wedding dress and
bought some melon seeds, preserved plums, and biscuits for Cui'er to eat by her side. It was already noon, so Tan Yongmei took
Cui'er to a famous snack shop in the county town. They ate noodles in broth and steamed dumplings, which Cui'er ate with great relish.
Perhaps it was from the exertion of playing with Da Sha last night, coupled with getting up early and shopping for half a day,
that Cui'er felt listless as soon as she returned to her lodgings. Tan Yongmei quickly told her to rest. Cui'er didn't know how long she slept, but
she woke up thirsty. She groggily went to the outer room to find some water, but heard familiar sounds coming from Aunt Tan's room. Cui'er
's drowsiness vanished instantly. She tiptoed to Aunt Tan's door, first pressing her ear to listen, and
the sounds inside made her heart pound. She hurriedly searched for a crack in the door to peek through.
On a slightly faded and mottled sheet bed, two long, slender, white legs and two plump
, fair buttocks were positioned directly opposite a crack in the door. A pale-skinned man was half-leaning, groaning and
thrusting rhythmically. His legs, resting on his shoulders, bounced back and forth with each thrust. Aunt Tan
was moaning and groaning.
The headboard obscured the view of their union, making Cui'er feel an insatiable itch. She stood on tiptoe and
craned her neck through the crack in the door, finally seeing what was happening. A hard penis was thrusting in and out, its
testicles throbbing and slapping against the wet, slippery vulva. Aunt Tan's hands were wrapped around the man's waist, her face turned
to one side, her sweat-soaked hair sticking together in disarray. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes rolled back, and her body twisted and turned
, as if trying to make the penis thrust even harder and more pleasurably.
Cui'er felt her legs trembling, her mind blank. Then, the man flipped
Aunt Tan over again, making her lie face down on the bed like a female dog, her buttocks raised.
His penis swished a few times at the entrance of her vagina before thrusting in from behind. This time, the thrusts were faster and harder. Aunt Tan gripped the pillow tightly,
her cries growing louder, muffled and whimpering, her buttocks throbbing back and forth. Cui'er saw
milky white fluid being drawn out of Aunt Tan's vagina, more and more…
Cui'er couldn't take it anymore; her throat felt like it was on fire, each thrust of the penis felt
like it was hitting her chest. She dazedly left the door and went to the table to get the kettle, but
her hand slipped and knocked over a cup with a loud thud, startling Cui'er. She hurriedly put
the cup down and ran to her room, crawling into bed.
A short while later, the door opened, and Aunt Tan and the man exchanged a few quiet words.
The door clicked open and closed, then fell silent. Cui'er felt Aunt Tan approach her door, her palms
sweating with nervousness. But Aunt Tan didn't come in; instead, she started preparing dinner.
When Aunt Tan came to wake Cui'er for dinner, Cui'er couldn't discern anything unusual from her face or tone
, yet Cui'er remained apprehensive, only stammering with her head down when Aunt Tan spoke to her. After dinner
, Tan Yongmei brought out a framed photograph for Cui'er. The photograph inside was
a picture of Tan Yongmei, her family of three. In the photo, Tan Yongmei looked radiant, holding a robust-looking boy, and beside her stood a clean-cut,
scholarly-looking man.
"My son is taking his college entrance exams next year. His father came to me and said our son wants me to come home," Tan Yongmei
said wistfully, gazing at the dishes on the table. Cui'er didn't know about Aunt Tan's family affairs, but she saw
an indescribable expression on her face . Cui'er seemed to understand why Aunt Tan had told her those things, but she
didn't quite understand.
That night, the wind picked up, hitting the windowpane with its paper panes, like someone knocking. Cui'er
tossed and turned, unable to sleep, a fire burning within her. She seemed to genuinely hope someone
would knock on her window…
Zhao Guilin was also unable to sleep. Ever since he had met Cui'er in the woodshed, he had been bewitched
, unable to shake off that delicate figure. The moment he closed his eyes, Cui'er's two round, beautiful breasts swayed,
especially her moist, slippery, and sensually wrinkled little honey pot, which made his stomach churn like boiling
water just thinking about it. That day, Cui'er didn't seem to dislike him; in fact, her eyes held something that stirred his fantasies.
The bed was damp and cold, making him feel uncomfortable. As usual, he reached into his crotch,
his penis already erect in his fantasies. He
stroked himself, thinking of Cui'er's expression, her voice, her posture that night, but after a while, he couldn't find the usual pleasure.
He'd heard during the day that Da Sha's father had sent Cui'er to the county town and wouldn't bring her back until the wedding day, which made him
very disappointed. "No, I have to go to the county town to find Cui'er!" Zhao Guilin thought to himself, tossing and turning. He
hadn't heard about Da Sha saving his second uncle with a kitchen knife yet… (To be continued)

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