Those Years About Love 1-4

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Word count: 11922 "You never wash the pot again! Everything's up to me! You're playing games all day long!" Zixin kicked off her black high heels, slipped on slippers, saw yesterday's pot still sitting on the table, threw her handbag on the sofa, and started throwing a tantrum. I glanced sideways, my facial muscles twitching imperceptibly, but I continued playing my game without changing my expression. This year marks the eighth year of my marriage with Zixin. We've passed the dreaded seven-year itch, but we've actually been quietly in this mode for a long time. We've known each other since university. Zixin is a girl who appears approachable but is proud inside. She's fair-skinned, beautiful, tall, and cheerful, without any airs. Back then, almost every boy in school who met her would like this pretty girl, but not many actually pursued her. Not many people had the confidence, and even if they did, whether they could hold onto the relationship was a skill. They couldn't let short-term pleasure bring lasting pain. And then there was the teasing from my friends, "I told you, you're just not destined for that." "!" I was in the same college as Zixin, but not in the same class. I was a handsome guy back then, but not a super handsome guy. I was the kind of sunny, big boy. You could stare at me for a long time and not be able to say a single good point, but you would feel very natural and comfortable with me. Back then, I would also look up at Zixin. If anyone said that this beauty would be your wife in the future, I would jump up and kiss you. I was like a bunch of losers, silently watching that ethereal girl from behind. On days when I got excited, I would think about her all the time and then go to the bookstore to rent a porn book and go to the bathroom to masturbate hard. Things were supposed to develop quietly, and the two of them were destined to have no further interaction. But sometimes, many things only need a trigger. That night, I was hungry, so I went to the school supermarket and bought a bag of peanuts. I was eating them as I walked, looking quite disheveled, my mouth almost full. Just then, Zixin, who was passing by, saw me. That fairy-like girl just laughed happily from three meters away. I blushed with embarrassment and continued on my way. As soon as I got back to my dorm, my phone rang. I took it out and saw a text message: "You looked so ridiculous just now!"
Needless to say, I was overjoyed when I received the text message from my goddess. She even saved my number! From that day on, my inner power exploded, and I started pursuing her openly. At first, the guys who had pursued Zixin stood there with their hands on their hips, watching the show. Everyone thought that a new person was about to join the team. But the final outcome was so unbelievable. I succeeded! The two got married in their first year after graduation, and their married life was blissful. Basically, Zixin would drain me every day. This Zixin was truly a beauty; not only was she naturally beautiful, but her lively and ever-changing personality also made me unable to resist. The two often played role-playing games at home, sometimes as colleagues from the same office, sometimes as neighbors visiting. Zixin had a dance background, with a rounded bottom and a flexible body. When she pretended to rummage through things at home with her back to me, that was often when I couldn't take it anymore. I would rush up, grab her around the waist, pull down her panties, and rub my penis between her labia. Amidst Zixin's moans of "No, no, I have a husband!", I would begin my diligent labor. As the saying goes, even the best vagina needs a man to fuck it until it's nauseous. Two or three years into their marriage... Our oral sex was always a perfect match, but after two or three years, Zixin lost interest in trying new things, and my own interest waned. Besides, our personalities were somewhat incompatible. I had a very active social circle with a bunch of friends, and when I first graduated, I even drank every day. At that time, Zixin was always using contraception. In her words, she didn't know if what I ejaculated into her was semen or alcohol. I jokingly said that at least it was both. Many trivial matters in our lives started to surface, and various life pressures eroded the romance between us. Until the fourth year, when Zixin gave birth to a son, we both devoted ourselves to raising him. We even brought her mother to help care for him. In front of her, we tried to control our tempers, and the conflicts in our lives eased a bit. A few days ago, my mother-in-law took my son back to her hometown in the countryside for a summer getaway, and that's when their little squabbles started again... "I'm telling you, don't you care about your wife? You get off work several hours earlier than me every day, and when you get home, you don't care about anything, you just stare at your games! I work so hard, I work overtime every day, and when I get home I have to clean up this mess for you!" Zixin complained loudly to the outside while taking a pot to the kitchen to soak in water. "No matter how tired you are from work, with your looks, the lecherous guys at your company must be constantly teasing you, right? You must be so enthusiastic about your work, the office must be so lively and vibrant. If I were a woman, I'd be thrilled to death. Do you know how much pressure I'm under at work? Those foreigners are killing me, they're always challenging me, and the people at the factory like to treat me or not, they just bully me because I'm the youngest engineering supervisor in our company. Do you think it's easy for me?" My hands were busy, and my mouth was moving as much as it could. "You said that?! It just so happens that there are two handsome young men in the company who are completely clueless and have somehow fallen for this beauty. They're like leeches, impossible to shake off. Since you know everything, I don't need to hide it anymore. I'll just give them some benefits openly from now on," Zi Xin said mysteriously, trying to provoke me. I'm not stupid, and I couldn't be bothered to respond to this. Even if I did, it would only make me angrier. If she were to vividly describe how her male colleagues harassed her, I'd explode with rage. So, I simply interrupted the unpleasant conversation with a "hehe," a phrase commonly used on online forums. "Going out for dinner tonight, I don't want to cook." Zi Xin swiped through a couple of pages on her iPad, finding nothing worth buying. "Okay, where? What do you want to eat?" "There's a new noodle shop across the street, let's just grab something there." "Okay, wait for me for half an hour!" "Hurry up!" Zi Xin's impatient queen syndrome kicked in again. Half an hour later, Zixin habitually took my arm, and the two of us went out to eat, looking quite sweet at first glance. After dinner, when we got home, I didn't want to play games anymore, so I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to watch the sports channel. Zixin also lost interest in browsing Taobao, grabbed a set of pajamas from the balcony, took a shower, and then went to the sofa to get her iPad before returning to the bedroom, still wet. I listened to various unimportant news for a while. Summer leagues were on hiatus, and the TV was showing nothing but speculative transfer rumors, which I had absolutely no interest in. So I turned off the TV, switched off the living room lights, and went back to the bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, Zixin was smiling as she typed on her iPad. Her face, flushed from her recent shower, was exceptionally charming. She immediately stopped smiling when she saw me come in, her expression and movements abrupt. I didn't say anything, just climbed into bed and aimlessly browsed my phone. I secretly glanced at Zixin's iPad; the home screen was on. Zixin swiped around a few times, then opened Youku and started watching a Korean drama… Around 10 PM, we were both a little sleepy, so we turned off the lights and went to sleep. The quiet darkness accentuated the slightly awkward atmosphere. I knew that for the first time since our marriage, we both had very serious thoughts. The next morning, as usual, Zixin got up first to wash up and go to work. Her company starts at 8 AM, and since it's far from home, she usually has to get up at 6:30 AM. My company starts at 9 AM, and it's only a five-minute drive from home, so I usually get up much later than Zixin. Hearing Zixin close the door after leaving for work, for the first time, I didn't linger in bed. I jumped up, found my iPad on the bedside table, picked it up, unlocked it, and opened QQ. I discovered Zixin's QQ wasn't automatically logged in; it required a password. I sat quietly on the bed for a moment, then lay back down, staring at the ceiling, wide awake. For the first time, I felt like, "Am I in trouble? Or is it about to happen?" Who was the person in question? Her colleague? Or her boss? It must be someone from her company. Zixin didn't have a wide social circle; she didn't know many people besides her colleagues. What should I do now? Investigate her? Yes! I definitely had to investigate, but how? …For so many years of marriage, I've always trusted Zixin completely. Although she's a very good person, and after having our son, she's not only maintained her appearance well but also exudes a mature woman's charm. However, because of her work, while not physically demanding, she often works overtime, so she doesn't have many opportunities to meet outsiders. We just spend our days together at home after get off work, so I didn't feel the need to worry. Therefore, I never check Zixin's phone or ask too much about her work or life. But last night, when I entered the bedroom, Zixin's strange expression made me panic. I suddenly realized that my crisis had arrived, and the worst-case scenario was that this crisis had already started and had been going on for quite some time… I spent the entire day in a daze, constantly searching on Baidu for things like how to crack QQ passwords, and even looked up companies that specialize in investigating extramarital affairs, writing down their phone numbers. I read many posts like this online, all about wives having extramarital affairs. I looked at them angrily, my hand holding the mouse trembling slightly. I finally made it to the end of the workday, and when I stood up, I found my penis was rock hard. That afternoon, I thought things through carefully and concluded that the chances of Zixin cheating were slim, or at least not physically. I know her company; the wages are ridiculously low, and we share our salaries. If she were to cheat, it would take time, which is the least likely scenario. She's home on weekends, and if she takes time off, her salary isn't the same. Private companies aren't like ours; we can't take time off in lieu of leave, so that's out of the question. My guess is that some young, handsome guy at the company has been verbally flirting with her lately. This is a dangerous sign, and I need to find a way to stop this from escalating. When I got home, I waited silently for Zixin to get off work. I couldn't even play games today; I turned the computer on briefly and then shut it down again. I scrolled around on the iPad without opening a single app. I listlessly smoked a few cigarettes until I heard the sound of the lock opening. Zixin was home. Today, Zixin was wearing a beautiful sky-blue floral print mini-skirt. Her shapely legs, as usual, were free of her patent leather open-toe heels. Her slender feet, painted with black nail polish, slipped into slippers before she walked into the living room. I glanced at Zixin, and my heart started racing. I had been thinking of joking, "Are you dressed up so nicely today to show off to some handsome guy at work?" I pursed my lips a few times, but still couldn't say anything. My face flushed red, for no other reason than that I'm a very meticulous person. I only do things where the beginning, climax, and ending are all entirely within my calculations. I lack the confidence to start something rashly and leave it to fate. The purpose of this joke wasn't very strong. Zixin knows my playful nature; at most, she'd huff and say, "Yeah, I dressed up for all the handsome guys in the office to see. It'll be awkward, and I won't get any real benefit from it." Zixin was a little surprised that I wasn't playing games today. A fleeting look of surprise crossed her face, but she ignored me and went straight to her room to get her iPad, starting to browse on her own. Until...That evening, as usual, I played my Pro Evolution Soccer 8, while Zixin played on her iPad as usual. I couldn't help but glance at her screen from time to time, but I couldn't be too obvious, afraid that she would find out my thoughts, which would make things no fun. What I feared most was that something had already happened to her, and that she would become even more secretive after finding out that I was suspicious. In that case, it would be even more difficult for me to investigate her. Humans are truly unfathomable creatures. I spent the entire day in a state of bewilderment and anxiety, yet my penis remained intermittently erect throughout. During the day, the thought of Zixin possibly writhing beneath some male beast had caused me a painful erection. Now, with her beside me, I couldn't resist the urge to get hard again. Turning to look at Zixin under the lamplight, I realized I'd neglected her for quite some time. She was still so beautiful, even more alluring, possessing a mature, sophisticated charm. Her slightly flushed skin under the lamplight looked so tempting, her long eyelashes radiating a kind of spirituality. Thinking back, it seemed like we hadn't been intimate for a month or so. As I looked at her, I couldn't resist reaching down. Zixin was wearing a purple silk slip dress nightgown. Under the covers, I gently caressed her smooth, slender legs. Zixin's... Her legs were the most beautiful part of her body—straight, long, fair, smooth, and firm. Her calves were long, and her thighs were slightly fleshy… Zixin sensed my unusual behavior. Her long eyelashes trembled, her skin flushed even more, and she let out a soft moan, sensing my desire. Her legs trembled slightly. It seems the saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder" is true. We hadn't been apart for a month or so, and a little teasing had already stirred our emotions so much… I slowly slipped one hand under Zixin's pajamas, kneading her nipples. Zixin had given birth, so her nipples were naturally a bit larger than a young girl's. As I jokingly put it, they were more comfortable to hold. My hand under the covers explored along her thighs, slipping inside the edge of her panties and rubbing her inner thighs with the same earnestness as in my youth. Zixin placed her iPad on the bedside table and gently half-reclined, making it easier for me to explore. I placed my hand on the edge of her panties and slowly unfastened them. Zixin's thighs lifted slightly as I pulled her panties down to her knees. I placed my entire palm on her crotch, stroking her pubic hair, feeling the heat surging from her vagina. Then, I pinched her thin labia between my index and middle fingers, gently kneading them. Zixin's neck turned a beautiful, translucent pink, which I licked, feeling her excited trembling. After a full two minutes, feeling Zixin's vagina dripping wet, I inserted my entire middle finger, feeling the slightly rough folds inside her vagina with my fingertip. Zixin was also unable to control herself. She slipped her slender fingers into my panties, gently stroking my penis, and even used her beautifully painted black nail polish to brush against my glans. Soon, I felt my passion rising, the feeling of about to explode. "Take off my underwear and put it in." I pulled my hand away from Zixin's body, grabbed her shoulders, and commanded softly. "Haha, not very good today, are you? You're going to come soon if you don't put it in." Zixin knew my characteristics well and knew that I was already on the verge of endurance. Actually, she was also at her limit, but she still wanted to tease me a bit. Then she pulled off my underwear as instructed. I quickly wiggled my legs and threw the underwear to the end of the blanket at the foot of the bed. Zixin continued to gently pull my penis. I rolled over and supported myself on top of her. My penis was guided to the entrance of her vagina. With a thrust of my hips, I inserted the head of my penis. Zixin's vulva was beautiful, different from the pink of a young girl's, but not the dark pink of a dark vulva either. It was a pinkish-purple color. Because she had a C-section when she gave birth to her son, her vagina hadn't lost its shape. It wasn't as tight as a young girl's, nor as loose as a mature woman's. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, I easily penetrated all the way in... After I was fully inside, I stopped. It wasn't out of consideration; after all, Zixin wasn't a young girl anymore, and she had reached a point where the rougher the sex, the more she enjoyed it. But I realized I was getting old. When I first entered, the smoky heat inside her vagina enveloped my penis, and the slippery fluid soaked through the foreskin. I almost ejaculated like a virgin, and had to control the pace. "Move a little, why are you fucking so artistically today?" Zixin knew I was on the verge of orgasm, but she couldn't help but stop me. I lay quietly on top of Zixin, stroking her hair and gazing into her deep eyes. My lower body began to move slowly, sensing that Zixin was completely aroused. Her vagina secreted streams of lustful fluid, and my penis, like a small boat splashing in a stream, created beautiful waves. After about five minutes of thrusting, the quiet night, the repetitive movements, and the bubbling sounds of the fluids mixing and rubbing together—it was getting tedious. So I lifted Zixin's rounded buttocks and pulled her into my lap. We sat cross-legged like this. Because of this position, Zixin was slightly above me, so I stopped. Zixin wrapped her arms around me, digging her nails deep into the skin of my back, her hips rising and falling as she sucked and swallowed my penis. Two minutes later, the Queen pushed me forward with her hand, and I fell to the foot of the bed, lying flat. Zixin placed her hand on my chest, like a proud female knight. I've read many erotic novels, where the heroine's buttocks rise and fall dramatically as she rides her warhorse, and then she has multiple orgasms. Actually, I don't agree with this. For a woman in the riding position to achieve the highest level of pleasure, there needs to be a technique called "grinding." Zixin was doing just that. She rubbed her vulva against my pubic bone in a wanton and exaggerated manner, letting her vaginal fluid flow down and wet my pubic hair. She pulled my hand and rubbed her breasts, as if she wasn't satisfied. As she rubbed her vagina, she would lift her buttocks and do a few deep squats, her vaginal fluid slapping against my pubic bone with a slapping sound. This position was also very stimulating for me. My penis was wrapped in her vagina and twisted around. Looking at the scene on my body, the noble female knight's long, wavy hair swayed. One strap of her purple nightgown had slipped down, and one of her snow-white breasts, glistening with sweat, swayed gracefully in my hand. Soon I felt a surge of release, so I hurriedly picked up Zixin, withdrew from her body, and turned her around so that her back was to me. Zixin understood and raised her buttocks, holding onto the white wall at the head of the bed. Her wet vulva was brightly displayed towards me. I thrust into her hard from behind, all the way in, and began to pump at the highest frequency. Zi Xin's sexy red lips parted irregularly like a dehydrated fish, soft moans escaping her throat. Her breasts swayed and bounced in mid-air. With each thrust, I pulled my glans back to the entrance of her vagina before plunging it deep inside, as if I wanted to shove my pubic bone inside. After a minute, my lower back began to tingle, and I felt Zi Xin's vagina begin to contract intensely. "Give it to me, give it to me," she moaned, her buttocks pressed tightly against my hips. Her sexy arms pulled my buttocks back, pressing them into her vagina, her buttocks clenching and rubbing against my penis. After a few final thrusts, I held her sexy waist and ejaculated. After several days of abstinence, my arsenal was plentiful. I felt my penis throb inside her vagina dozens of times before calming down. Zi Xin's vagina opened and closed in rhythm with me, as if trying to drain me dry. After ejaculating, I held her and lay down on the bed, letting my penis soak inside her vagina, savoring the perfect sex.As I jokingly put it, I grabbed whatever was convenient, and my hand under the blanket explored along her thighs, slipping inside her panties and rubbing her inner thighs with the same earnestness I had in my youth. Zixin placed her iPad on the bedside table and gently half-reclined, making it easier for me to explore. I placed my hand on the edge of her panties and slowly pulled them down to remove them. Zixin's thighs lifted slightly, allowing me to pull her panties down to her knees. I placed my entire palm on her crotch, stroking her pubic hair, feeling the heat gushing from her vagina. Then, I pinched her thin labia between my index and middle fingers, gently kneading them. Zixin's neck turned a beautiful, translucent pink, and I ran my tongue over it, feeling her excited trembling. After a full two minutes, feeling Zixin's vagina dripping wet, I inserted my entire middle finger, using the pad of my finger to feel the slightly rough folds inside her vagina. Zixin was also unable to control herself. She slipped her slender fingers inside my underwear, gently stroking my penis, and even using her beautifully painted black nail polish to caress my glans. Soon, I felt a surge of passion, a feeling of impending climax. "Take off my underwear and put it in," I commanded softly, pulling my hand away from Zixin's body and gripping her shoulders. "Haha, not very strong today, are you? You're about to come if you don't put it in soon," Zixin knew my characteristics well, knowing I was already on the verge of climax. Actually, she was also at her limit, but she still wanted to tease me a bit. Then, she obediently pulled down my underwear. I quickly tossed the underwear to the end of the blanket at the foot of the bed. Zixin continued to gently tug at my penis. I rolled over and straddled her, guiding my penis to the entrance of her vagina. With a thrust of my hips, I inserted the head of my penis. Zixin's vulva was beautiful, different from the pink of a young girl's, but not the dark pink of a dark vulva either. It was a pinkish-purple color. Because she had a C-section when she gave birth to her son, her vagina hadn't lost its shape. It wasn't as tight as a young girl's, nor as loose as a mature woman's. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, I easily penetrated all the way in... After I was fully inside, I stopped. It wasn't out of consideration; after all, Zixin wasn't a young girl anymore, and she had reached a point where the rougher the sex, the more she enjoyed it. But I realized I was getting old. When I first entered, the smoky heat inside her vagina enveloped my penis, and the slippery fluid soaked through the foreskin. I almost ejaculated like a virgin, and had to control the pace. "Move a little, why are you fucking so artistically today?" Zixin knew I was on the verge of orgasm, but she couldn't help but stop me. I lay quietly on top of Zixin, stroking her hair and gazing into her deep eyes. My lower body began to move slowly, sensing that Zixin was completely aroused. Her vagina secreted streams of lustful fluid, and my penis, like a small boat splashing in a stream, created beautiful waves. After about five minutes of thrusting, the quiet night, the repetitive movements, and the bubbling sounds of the fluids mixing and rubbing together—it was getting tedious. So I lifted Zixin's rounded buttocks and pulled her into my lap. We sat cross-legged like this. Because of this position, Zixin was slightly above me, so I stopped. Zixin wrapped her arms around me, digging her nails deep into the skin of my back, her hips rising and falling as she sucked and swallowed my penis. Two minutes later, the Queen pushed me forward with her hand, and I fell to the foot of the bed, lying flat. Zixin placed her hand on my chest, like a proud female knight. I've read many erotic novels, where the heroine's buttocks rise and fall dramatically as she rides her warhorse, and then she has multiple orgasms. Actually, I don't agree with this. For a woman in the riding position to achieve the highest level of pleasure, there needs to be a technique called "grinding." Zixin was doing just that. She rubbed her vulva against my pubic bone in a wanton and exaggerated manner, letting her vaginal fluid flow down and wet my pubic hair. She pulled my hand and rubbed her breasts, as if she wasn't satisfied. As she rubbed her vagina, she would lift her buttocks and do a few deep squats, her vaginal fluid slapping against my pubic bone with a slapping sound. This position was also very stimulating for me. My penis was wrapped in her vagina and twisted around. Looking at the scene on my body, the noble female knight's long, wavy hair swayed. One strap of her purple nightgown had slipped down, and one of her snow-white breasts, glistening with sweat, swayed gracefully in my hand. Soon I felt a surge of release, so I hurriedly picked up Zixin, withdrew from her body, and turned her around so that her back was to me. Zixin understood and raised her buttocks, holding onto the white wall at the head of the bed. Her wet vulva was brightly displayed towards me. I thrust into her hard from behind, all the way in, and began to pump at the highest frequency. Zi Xin's sexy red lips parted irregularly like a dehydrated fish, soft moans escaping her throat. Her breasts swayed and bounced in mid-air. With each thrust, I pulled my glans back to the entrance of her vagina before plunging it deep inside, as if I wanted to shove my pubic bone inside. After a minute, my lower back began to tingle, and I felt Zi Xin's vagina begin to contract intensely. "Give it to me, give it to me," she moaned, her buttocks pressed tightly against my hips. Her sexy arms pulled my buttocks back, pressing them into her vagina, her buttocks clenching and rubbing against my penis. After a few final thrusts, I held her sexy waist and ejaculated. After several days of abstinence, my arsenal was plentiful. I felt my penis throb inside her vagina dozens of times before calming down. Zi Xin's vagina opened and closed in rhythm with me, as if trying to drain me dry. After ejaculating, I held her and lay down on the bed, letting my penis soak inside her vagina, savoring the perfect sex.As I jokingly put it, I grabbed whatever was convenient, and my hand under the blanket explored along her thighs, slipping inside her panties and rubbing her inner thighs with the same earnestness I had in my youth. Zixin placed her iPad on the bedside table and gently half-reclined, making it easier for me to explore. I placed my hand on the edge of her panties and slowly pulled them down to remove them. Zixin's thighs lifted slightly, allowing me to pull her panties down to her knees. I placed my entire palm on her crotch, stroking her pubic hair, feeling the heat gushing from her vagina. Then, I pinched her thin labia between my index and middle fingers, gently kneading them. Zixin's neck turned a beautiful, translucent pink, and I ran my tongue over it, feeling her excited trembling. After a full two minutes, feeling Zixin's vagina dripping wet, I inserted my entire middle finger, using the pad of my finger to feel the slightly rough folds inside her vagina. Zixin was also unable to control herself. She slipped her slender fingers inside my underwear, gently stroking my penis, and even using her beautifully painted black nail polish to caress my glans. Soon, I felt a surge of passion, a feeling of impending climax. "Take off my underwear and put it in," I commanded softly, pulling my hand away from Zixin's body and gripping her shoulders. "Haha, not very strong today, are you? You're about to come if you don't put it in soon," Zixin knew my characteristics well, knowing I was already on the verge of climax. Actually, she was also at her limit, but she still wanted to tease me a bit. Then, she obediently pulled down my underwear. I quickly tossed the underwear to the end of the blanket at the foot of the bed. Zixin continued to gently tug at my penis. I rolled over and straddled her, guiding my penis to the entrance of her vagina. With a thrust of my hips, I inserted the head of my penis. Zixin's vulva was beautiful, different from the pink of a young girl's, but not the dark pink of a dark vulva either. It was a pinkish-purple color. Because she had a C-section when she gave birth to her son, her vagina hadn't lost its shape. It wasn't as tight as a young girl's, nor as loose as a mature woman's. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, I easily penetrated all the way in... After I was fully inside, I stopped. It wasn't out of consideration; after all, Zixin wasn't a young girl anymore, and she had reached a point where the rougher the sex, the more she enjoyed it. But I realized I was getting old. When I first entered, the smoky heat inside her vagina enveloped my penis, and the slippery fluid soaked through the foreskin. I almost ejaculated like a virgin, and had to control the pace. "Move a little, why are you fucking so artistically today?" Zixin knew I was on the verge of orgasm, but she couldn't help but stop me. I lay quietly on top of Zixin, stroking her hair and gazing into her deep eyes. My lower body began to move slowly, sensing that Zixin was completely aroused. Her vagina secreted streams of lustful fluid, and my penis, like a small boat splashing in a stream, created beautiful waves. After about five minutes of thrusting, the quiet night, the repetitive movements, and the bubbling sounds of the fluids mixing and rubbing together—it was getting tedious. So I lifted Zixin's rounded buttocks and pulled her into my lap. We sat cross-legged like this. Because of this position, Zixin was slightly above me, so I stopped. Zixin wrapped her arms around me, digging her nails deep into the skin of my back, her hips rising and falling as she sucked and swallowed my penis. Two minutes later, the Queen pushed me forward with her hand, and I fell to the foot of the bed, lying flat. Zixin placed her hand on my chest, like a proud female knight. I've read many erotic novels, where the heroine's buttocks rise and fall dramatically as she rides her warhorse, and then she has multiple orgasms. Actually, I don't agree with this. For a woman in the riding position to achieve the highest level of pleasure, there needs to be a technique called "grinding." Zixin was doing just that. She rubbed her vulva against my pubic bone in a wanton and exaggerated manner, letting her vaginal fluid flow down and wet my pubic hair. She pulled my hand and rubbed her breasts, as if she wasn't satisfied. As she rubbed her vagina, she would lift her buttocks and do a few deep squats, her vaginal fluid slapping against my pubic bone with a slapping sound. This position was also very stimulating for me. My penis was wrapped in her vagina and twisted around. Looking at the scene on my body, the noble female knight's long, wavy hair swayed. One strap of her purple nightgown had slipped down, and one of her snow-white breasts, glistening with sweat, swayed gracefully in my hand. Soon I felt a surge of release, so I hurriedly picked up Zixin, withdrew from her body, and turned her around so that her back was to me. Zixin understood and raised her buttocks, holding onto the white wall at the head of the bed. Her wet vulva was brightly displayed towards me. I thrust into her hard from behind, all the way in, and began to pump at the highest frequency. Zi Xin's sexy red lips parted irregularly like a dehydrated fish, soft moans escaping her throat. Her breasts swayed and bounced in mid-air. With each thrust, I pulled my glans back to the entrance of her vagina before plunging it deep inside, as if I wanted to shove my pubic bone inside. After a minute, my lower back began to tingle, and I felt Zi Xin's vagina begin to contract intensely. "Give it to me, give it to me," she moaned, her buttocks pressed tightly against my hips. Her sexy arms pulled my buttocks back, pressing them into her vagina, her buttocks clenching and rubbing against my penis. After a few final thrusts, I held her sexy waist and ejaculated. After several days of abstinence, my arsenal was plentiful. I felt my penis throb inside her vagina dozens of times before calming down. Zi Xin's vagina opened and closed in rhythm with me, as if trying to drain me dry. After ejaculating, I held her and lay down on the bed, letting my penis soak inside her vagina, savoring the perfect sex.She even had multiple orgasms. Personally, I don't agree with that. For a woman in the riding position to achieve the highest level of pleasure, she needs to use a technique called "grinding." Zixin is doing just that now. She rubs her vulva against my pubic bone in a wanton and exaggerated manner, letting her vaginal fluids flow down and wet my pubic hair. She pulls my hand and rubs her breasts, as if she's not satisfied. While rubbing her vagina, she also lifts her buttocks and does a few deep squats, her vaginal fluids slapping against my pubic bone with a slapping sound. This position was also very stimulating for me. My penis was wrapped in her vagina and twisted around. Looking at the scene on my body, the noble female knight's long, wavy hair swayed. One strap of her purple nightgown had slipped down, and one of her snow-white breasts, glistening with sweat, swayed gracefully in my hand. Soon I felt a surge of release, so I hurriedly picked up Zixin, withdrew from her body, and turned her around so that her back was to me. Zixin understood and raised her buttocks, holding onto the white wall at the head of the bed. Her wet vulva was brightly displayed towards me. I thrust into her hard from behind, all the way in, and began to pump at the highest frequency. Zi Xin's sexy red lips parted irregularly like a dehydrated fish, soft moans escaping her throat. Her breasts swayed and bounced in mid-air. With each thrust, I pulled my glans back to the entrance of her vagina before plunging it deep inside, as if I wanted to shove my pubic bone inside. After a minute, my lower back began to tingle, and I felt Zi Xin's vagina begin to contract intensely. "Give it to me, give it to me," she moaned, her buttocks pressed tightly against my hips. Her sexy arms pulled my buttocks back, pressing them into her vagina, her buttocks clenching and rubbing against my penis. After a few final thrusts, I held her sexy waist and ejaculated. After several days of abstinence, my arsenal was plentiful. I felt my penis throb inside her vagina dozens of times before calming down. Zi Xin's vagina opened and closed in rhythm with me, as if trying to drain me dry. After ejaculating, I held her and lay down on the bed, letting my penis soak inside her vagina, savoring the perfect sex.She even had multiple orgasms. Personally, I don't agree with that. For a woman in the riding position to achieve the highest level of pleasure, she needs to use a technique called "grinding." Zixin is doing just that now. She rubs her vulva against my pubic bone in a wanton and exaggerated manner, letting her vaginal fluids flow down and wet my pubic hair. She pulls my hand and rubs her breasts, as if she's not satisfied. While rubbing her vagina, she also lifts her buttocks and does a few deep squats, her vaginal fluids slapping against my pubic bone with a slapping sound. This position was also very stimulating for me. My penis was wrapped in her vagina and twisted around. Looking at the scene on my body, the noble female knight's long, wavy hair swayed. One strap of her purple nightgown had slipped down, and one of her snow-white breasts, glistening with sweat, swayed gracefully in my hand. Soon I felt a surge of release, so I hurriedly picked up Zixin, withdrew from her body, and turned her around so that her back was to me. Zixin understood and raised her buttocks, holding onto the white wall at the head of the bed. Her wet vulva was brightly displayed towards me. I thrust into her hard from behind, all the way in, and began to pump at the highest frequency. Zi Xin's sexy red lips parted irregularly like a dehydrated fish, soft moans escaping her throat. Her breasts swayed and bounced in mid-air. With each thrust, I pulled my glans back to the entrance of her vagina before plunging it deep inside, as if I wanted to shove my pubic bone inside. After a minute, my lower back began to tingle, and I felt Zi Xin's vagina begin to contract intensely. "Give it to me, give it to me," she moaned, her buttocks pressed tightly against my hips. Her sexy arms pulled my buttocks back, pressing them into her vagina, her buttocks clenching and rubbing against my penis. After a few final thrusts, I held her sexy waist and ejaculated. After several days of abstinence, my arsenal was plentiful. I felt my penis throb inside her vagina dozens of times before calming down. Zi Xin's vagina opened and closed in rhythm with me, as if trying to drain me dry. After ejaculating, I held her and lay down on the bed, letting my penis soak inside her vagina, savoring the perfect sex.
A few minutes later, my penis gradually softened, and I felt it was about to slip out of Zixin's body. Zixin reached for a few tissues from the bedside table and used them to cover the area below our genitals. She then pulled out a few more to wipe my penis dry
before getting up to take a shower. When she returned to the bedside, I was too lazy to move, but she kicked me off the bed. After showering, I got into bed, and with my tired body, I quickly fell asleep... The next morning, when I was woken by the alarm clock, a few rays of sunlight were evenly shining through the window. The bed was empty except for me. The atmosphere of yesterday's intense battle was still vivid in my mind, at least my back was still firmly in my memory. The slight soreness when I sat up ruthlessly revealed that I was approaching forty. Today at the company, I've started to fully immerse myself in my work. Seeing how focused Zixin was last night has put my mind at ease. Well, maybe I'm being too meticulous, or perhaps I'm being petty. What more could I ask for than such a wonderful wife? Even if some handsome young man at her company tries to seduce her, I'm confident that my personal charm and the bond with our son will keep Zixin firmly in check. If some young man likes to flirt with her occasionally, let them be. After all, life needs a little excitement. And I myself flirt with various pretty girls at the company. Relieved, my life returned to its usual routine: work, play games after work, do some housework occasionally, have sex once or twice a week, and even took Zixin hiking one weekend. We took a secluded path up the mountain, and halfway up, Zixin got too tired to walk anymore, so we found a rock to sit on and rest. I held Zixin tenderly, slipped my hand inside her jeans, and fiddled with them for a couple of minutes, making her moan softly again…
Half a year passed smoothly like this, and before I knew it, it was the end of the year. Tonight, my company was having dinner at a restaurant in the city, and Zixin's company had also chosen to eat there, on the same day! However, I didn't tell Zixin that we were eating there too, and she didn't ask me. I figured the restaurant was so big, with so many private rooms, I probably wouldn't run into anyone from her company. When I woke up in the morning, I saw Zixin meticulously getting ready at her vanity. I chuckled to myself; women really are vain. Whenever there are many people, they absolutely have to show their best side, not tolerating the slightest flaw. Zixin wore a cashmere coat and thermal tights today. Her delicate feet looked adorable in her slippers. Watching her meticulously apply mascara, and knowing I still had two hours before I had to get up, I listlessly fell asleep again… Finally, evening arrived. After tidying up some documents and tools on my desk and shutting down my computer, our company set off in a grand procession to the fish restaurant. Actually, the dinner is always the same every year—boring yet unavoidable. On stage, each department puts on some ridiculous performances, and we stand below clapping like idiots. When it's our own department's performance, we have to yell even more ridiculously, cheering them on and building up their popularity. We never get to eat our fill of food, but we drink as much as we want. The big leaders take turns toasting us at each table. The directors from each department form a large, imposing group, exuding confidence and charisma. Among them is a rather boisterous HR manager—this guy is quite the chatterbox… To liven things up, the big boss took a sip and insisted we finish it. Anyone who dared to talk back could be forced to drink the whole bottle. What made me happier was that I got to clink glasses with the director of the purchasing and logistics department. She was a stunning beauty, barely forty before reaching that position. Rumor had it she was a wealthy and beautiful woman who had even traveled abroad. Tonight, she wore a vibrant red evening gown and an elegant updo. When she reached out with her delicate hand holding my wine glass, I blushed like a complete loser. Luckily, everyone at the table was clinking glasses, so it was a fleeting moment, and no one noticed. "Ms. Ye, let me properly introduce you to this youngest engineering manager in our company, Chen Yan. By the way, Chen Yan, how old are you?" The HR manager suddenly pushed me forward. I guessed this was another of that old guy's tricks to get me to drink. "Old, old. When I was young, my mom had to carry me around," I joked nervously as the HR manager introduced me to the beautiful Ms. Ye. "Hehe, handsome young Chen is quite humorous. Here, let me toast you." The beauty smiled and slowly clinked glasses with me. "Thank you for the honor, Ms. Ye. Consider it my toast!" I downed my glass of red wine without hesitation. "Does Manager Chen have a girlfriend?" Ms. Ye, seeing the other managers still arguing with the others at our table, started a conversation. "Oh! I know your background well. Of course, if you bring me two packs of good cigarettes tomorrow morning, I might consider lying for you and saying you're single!" The HR manager was a shrewd person; his presence made the conversation more relaxed. "Thank you for your concern, Ms. Ye. My son is currently single." I replied with a smile. "Ah, what a pity. I was hoping that some of the beauties in our department would be a good match for you!" Ms. Ye had a regretful smile on her face. "Don't be like that, Ms. Ye. My son is like me. I like mature, charming beauties. I reckon my son will also prefer relationships with older women. After the New Year, when he can talk, I'll ask him if he'd consider pursuing the beauties in our purchasing department." My joke was a little over the top, subtly implying that I was quite infatuated with Ms. Ye. But I wasn't worried. First, she's a recognized beauty in our company, and she should be well aware of her own charm. If a boy expresses his liking for her, it will only make her more confident in her personal charm and feel a little smug, not angry. Second, she's not my direct supervisor anyway. Even if I was a bit abrupt, it's just the ramblings of a young man after drinking. Who will remember it after tonight? At most, some busybodies will discuss it a few times tomorrow morning. "Hehe, color written from children's food, huh?" A beautiful blush spread across Ms. Ye's face. Seeing that the big shots around her were about to finish their rounds at our table, she nodded to me, indicating she was leaving. I smiled in response. After they arrived, the atmosphere was much more lively. People at our own table started fighting amongst themselves, and then we went to battle it out with other departments. The initial awkwardness of opening bottles of wine was completely gone. By the end of the evening, our group of men and women had downed two bottles of red wine and two cases of beer. After a few rounds, I stood up, rubbing my stomach, and shouted, "To the restroom, let's go!" I then pulled a few of my buddies to the bathroom. I asked a waiter for directions to the restroom, and wow, left, right, straight, left… I thought finding the restroom would be a reward of coins, hence the high difficulty. A few guys were helping each other along, searching like we were in a maze. Actually, it wasn't that hard; at least there were LED signs. After the last turn, the restroom appeared in the middle of the corridor ahead. As we turned the corner, humming a chaotic, upbeat song, I saw a young man standing at the restroom entrance. Because of the distance, I couldn't see him clearly, but he looked to be at most twenty years old. Soon, a girl came out of the restroom, seemingly drunk, and the boy helped her walk to the other end of the corridor. I felt a touch of warmth. Ah, the feeling of first love is so sweet. The girl was drunk, but the boy didn't blame her; instead, he took care of her tenderly. How wonderful! As we walked, I enviously watched the couple. Suddenly, I shook my head, looked again to confirm, and felt the alcohol rapidly dissipating from my body. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead! That back view! Standing around 165cm tall, her long, slender legs were encased in thin stockings. A V-neck wool sweater perfectly accentuated her waist, yet her jade-like neck remained bare for all to admire. Her slightly blond, curly hair cascaded freely, and her black high heels, which should have caused her to stumble and stagger, were kept upright by the boy's strong arms, her legs even walking with proper straightness! My intuition told me, this is my wife, this is Zixin! She took off her coat and was being supported by a rather handsome boy! Would she stagger back to their table? Or would they go to a room on the fourth floor? Would the boy take advantage of her?
Was Zixin and that boy truly in love? Was he the one Zixin often chatted with? Did they actually have a relationship? Suddenly, my mind was in turmoil. My colleagues froze, staring at me. I, who had been singing my heart out in the hallway, had suddenly become calm. I realized my own strange behavior. I had initially had an impulse to confront the boy, but now, calming down, I knew I couldn't. Not for any other reason than that I'm a very proud person. Even if I caught them cheating, I couldn't do it in front of my colleagues. I'd never be able to hold my head up at work again! So I looked away, glanced down at my crotch, touched it with my hand, and chuckled, "Why are you all staring at me? Had you drunk too much? You came down before we even got to the restroom?" "Not from the front, from the back. Feel it," my colleague Lao Zhao joked. So everyone composed themselves and happily went to the restroom. After using the restroom, I returned to our company's main lobby, where everyone quickly resumed their boisterous activities. Men and women alike were embracing and drinking, a scene that irritated my already fragile nerves. I felt an urge to impulsively push them apart and punch them a couple of times! The atmosphere grew increasingly heated, and the noise became more and more grating. I didn't want to stay a minute longer, so I turned and left the main lobby. Walking down the corridor, I lit a cigarette and suddenly wondered which lobby my wife's company was in. I knew it must be in the other half of the restroom area, so I hurried there. Passing the restroom, I saw two waitresses standing at the lobby entrance and stumbled over. "Excuse me, which lobby is Zhuoer Group in?" I asked, acting like a drunk and lost employee. "Hello sir, let me ask for you." One of the pretty girls picked up the walkie-talkie. "Front desk, front desk, which hall is the Zhuoer Group's banquet in today?... One of their employees might not be able to find the banquet hall... Oh, I see." "Hello sir, it's the Ruyi Hall. Walk straight ahead to the end, turn right, and you'll see it on your left soon,"
the girl said, turning to me. I thanked the pretty girl and went straight to the hall entrance. The door to the Ruyi Hall was open, and the lively atmosphere inside was immediately apparent, even surpassing the atmosphere at my company. Fortunately, no one at their company knew me, so when I walked into the hall and stood near the door scanning the crowd, no one greeted me. I wasn't worried about Zixin seeing me either. Judging from her state in the restroom, she was clearly quite drunk, so it would be strange if she could see me in their hall so clearly. Strictly speaking, I couldn't feel any alcohol in my body. Like a sober, hungry eagle surveying its prey from the sky, I sifted through tables, one by one, searching for my targets. A few minutes later, I'd gone through about ten tables—nothing! I considered asking someone, but I was afraid of complications. What if my wife's colleagues told her about someone visiting her yesterday? A simple description of their appearance would easily give her a clue, making it even harder for me to get to the bottom of things. So, I dazedly returned to my company's drinking table and started drinking with them. Strangely, the alcohol tasted bland. I kept chugging it down, scaring away several departments that wanted to challenge us. It seemed that from that night on, I was about to swagger around the company as the "God of Wine." Little did I know that a few tens of minutes later, the "God of Wine" was slumped under the table like a dead pig, surrounded by colleagues discussing how to carry him out. At that point, I was still conscious. I clearly felt them surrounding me. They agreed that one of the stronger guys would support me, and another would help me from the side, preparing to take me downstairs to get a taxi. But since no one knew where I lived, they decided to take me to a guest room on the fourth floor. So, on the count of three, I was on one of the guys' shoulders, and we set off. Before I even reached the room, I lost consciousness and fell into endless darkness. In a daze, I returned home and entered the bedroom. I saw Zixin and that big boy rolling naked on our large bed. Zixin was kneeling on the bed like a dog, while the boy was violently thrusting into her from behind like a wild beast. The sounds of their slapping echoed throughout the suite. A few drops of her vaginal fluid even flew directly in front of me from the impact. I clenched my fists in anger, ready to go back to the kitchen to find a knife and kill the adulterous couple... When I woke up from the dream, I was panting heavily, wiping the sweat from my brow. I felt a tightness in my chest, and my mouth was so dry it felt like a match could set me on fire. My penis was also abnormally hard. I looked around, and after my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the night... I reached for my pants by the bedside, pulled out my phone, and turned on the screen… This was a standard hotel layout; it must be upstairs from the restaurant. My colleagues had brought me here after I got drunk last night. I turned on the lights, took the electric kettle to the bathroom, filled it with water, and put it on the socket to boil some water to quench my thirst. Accompanied by the noisy whirring of the kettle, I slumped back onto the bed, recalling the events of the night, recalling that terrifying dream… For a long time, I couldn't calm down, and the urge to cry kept rising. You see, I, an optimistic person, hadn't shed tears for over twenty years. Suddenly, I felt like a complete failure, a wave of pessimism washing over me, even a sense of suicidal thoughts… No! I must get to the bottom of this! I even want revenge on this despicable person who wronged me! I clenched my fist, and the strength that had suddenly vanished returned to me. I began to gather my thoughts. According to my analysis, this boy had definitely been infatuated with Zixin for a long time. Perhaps they had never actually had a physical relationship. Judging from the time Zixin came home, he probably didn't have that opportunity. However, Zixin went to the women's restroom alone today, which means she was at most three-tenths drunk and should have been fully conscious. The fact that she was sober enough to let this boy accompany her to the restroom shows that she really liked him. Tonight's hangover was a catalyst. Perhaps tonight they were really rolling around together, just like in my dream. The boy was growling, and Zixin was moaning as if screaming. Where were they? In my house? Or on this fourth floor like me? I pulled out my phone to call Zixin, intending to sound her out first. I was incredibly nervous. My
mind was filled with images of married women in porn and erotic novels trying to speak to their husbands in a near-normal tone
, while the penis behind me continued its arrogant thrusting... But all I heard from my phone was, "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..." The clicking of the kettle switch pulled me back to reality. I poured myself a glass of water, sipped the rather hot water, and continued to ponder. I considered taking a taxi home to investigate. If I could catch them in the act, I'd confront them at home. However, the chances of that were slim. Although Zixin knew I had a dinner party tonight, unless both of them were completely brainless, they wouldn't be entirely certain I'd been drugged at the dinner party and stayed out all night, letting them have their way with me. So I abandoned that option. The most likely scenario was that they were also in a room on this floor, perhaps next door, or at the end of the corridor. Lost in thought, I pressed my ear against the wall to feel for any sounds from next door. The silence of the night was impeccable; not a single noise could be heard, and there was no sign of life from next door. I wondered if the soundproofing was too good or if they had already finished. I knew the chances of them living next door were slim, but my mind was already completely absorbed, projecting their naked images into that room. I imagined them making love with all their might, the boy covering Zixin's mouth to keep her from making loud noises, their lovemaking restrained and submissive. Tomorrow, the boy would have to return this beloved, mature body to himself. He couldn't bear to waste a single second of the night; he thrust in and out of Zixin's vagina constantly, letting his penis rest inside when he got tired, then moving on to another when it became erect again. The revelry continued in the same position. The boy's clothes and Zixin's torn pantyhose were piled on the high heels beside the bed. The trash can was overflowing with tissues. Zixin's thin, cicada-wing-like panties still clung to her thighs, never removed all night… I thought about going out into the hallway and eavesdropping at each door, but then I remembered there were definitely security cameras in the hallway, so that method was definitely not advisable. I considered standing guard at the door tomorrow morning, monitoring everyone coming out of each room, but then I thought the cleaning lady would definitely be coming and going, and she would find it strange if she saw me. And what could I do if I ran into them? Should
I storm into their room and feast my eyes on the spoils of the night? Or should I just rush over and make a scene? This is all out of character for me. I prefer to close the door and quietly let others break down, rather than lay my misfortune on the street for passersby to either laugh or pity me… After finishing the remaining half pack of cigarettes by my bedside, I realized with a sense of despair that my usually clear mind, perhaps affected by alcohol, was completely devoid of any good ideas. Half-lying on the headboard, I drifted off to sleep again…
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