Zhang's daughter-in-law is really funny.

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In October 1976, after the downfall of the "Gang of Four," the rebels were completely defeated. In the early autumn of 1977, after nearly a year of the "Expose and Criticize the Gang of Four" movement, the factory borrowed a university building to hold an isolation study class for the rebel leaders to prevent anyone in the factory from colluding or leaking information. Zhang's husband was a favorite in the factory and a key member of the study class, keeping an eye on the rebel leaders. He usually came home one day a week. Wen's husband also stopped going on business trips; he sympathized with the rebels and his life wasn't easy either.

At that time, power outages were frequent at night, and when the power went out, we lit kerosene lamps or homemade diesel lamps for lighting.
One night, my wife wasn't home, and I was sleeping alone. It was late when I heard the constant chopping of vegetables coming from the kitchen, keeping me awake. I got up and went to check. In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, I saw it was indeed my neighbor, Mrs. Zhang, chopping radishes. She was facing away from the kitchen door, wearing a light jacket and shorts, and I could vaguely see her white legs. She was wearing slippers, which were quite alluring.
I didn't disturb her and went back to my room. Suddenly, those white legs aroused my desire, making me hard.

I knew that the Zhang couple didn't get along. The man was short and had a sleazy appearance, while the woman was tall and somewhat attractive, but she had married Mr. Zhang because she loved the big city. Their relationship wasn't good. With three children, they struggled financially. Besides a bed, a table, and a few stools, their home had no furniture. Neither of them was very educated.

Usually, Zhang's wife would say my wife was beautiful, expressing her envy. She spoke softly and sweetly, with a touch of allure, and was quite attractive. So, although I didn't like talking to Zhang's men, I wasn't averse to Zhang's wife. Sometimes, she'd even ask me to help her with sewing.

Thinking about this, my little brother grew hard, drawn to Zhang's wife's thighs. My erection was still throbbing, seemingly beckoning me; I felt a sense of certainty that she wouldn't refuse me, after all, from a man's perspective, I was far superior to her husband.

I got out of bed again, put on a coat, and went out of the room. I quietly stood at the kitchen doorway, watching Zhang's wife's back. I coughed and said, "It's so late, are you still chopping vegetables?"

She said softly, "Oh, you're still awake? Did I wake you up?"

I said, "No."

She continued to explain softly, "I need to chop the radishes so they can dry while the sun is shining these days. They've been sitting there for so many days, they'll rot if I don't chop them soon."

I said, "Oh, is that so? Be careful not to catch a cold, you're not wearing enough clothes."

She still said softly, "Hmm, I'm not afraid. Aren't you going to sleep?"

At this moment, I couldn't suppress my desire, went up and hugged her from behind, panting, "Aren't you cold?"

She waved the knife in her hand, laughing, "What are you doing? Watch out for your wife!"

I let go, dodging the knife, and said, "Silly you? Watch out for the knife!" After saying that, I snatched the knife, put it aside, and hugged her again. She giggled as she bent over to avoid it.

I said, "Keep your voice down, or the neighbors will hear."

She said, "Then let's go to your room."

I took her hand and led her to my room. It was dark, and I hugged her and kissed her. At first, she pretended to avoid me, but soon she stopped, and we kissed. Although she wasn't as voluptuous as Wen's wife, she wasn't particularly thin either. Although she was from the countryside, she had been in the city for many years and knew a thing or two. Our tongues intertwined, making sounds.
Suddenly, she pulled away from my embrace and asked, "Your wife is so beautiful, and you still miss me?"
I said, "You're beautiful too."

She said, "No, not as beautiful as your wife. I didn't expect you to do this."

I asked, "How?"

She said, "This kind of thing is so ugly."

I hugged her and said, "Not ugly, not ugly."

I took off her top and then her pants, but I couldn't undo them no matter what I did. I said, "How did you get your pants like that? They're so hard to undo?"

She laughed and said, "If you can't undo them, then you can't do it."

I continued to try desperately, but I still couldn't undo them. Finally, she smiled and said, "I'll do it."

She finally managed to unzip her pants and take them off, lying on the bed. In the dim light from the window, I could vaguely see her naked body; she was slender, with small but firm breasts. I pressed myself against her, and she grasped my penis with her hand. I used one hand to explore her vaginal opening, finding it already wet. I thrust inside, and she clung to me tightly, as if she had received an unexpected windfall, extremely excited. She eagerly welcomed my thrusts. She probably never imagined that a college student like me would fall for a country girl.

I thrust in and out; because of the abundant vaginal secretions, it was very slippery, and I could feel her vagina was as tight as a hand, tightly gripping my penis. When I stopped to rest, her vagina was still contracting and pulsating, holding my penis.

I said, "Your pussy is moving, it feels so good."

She laughed and said, "It only moves because she likes you."

I started moving again, and she moaned excitedly from below, "Oh...oh...so good...so good...it relieves...it relieves...it relieves so much...oh..."

It was the first time I had heard the word "relieves itch," and I became even more excited, thrusting harder into her pussy. She kept moaning "it relieves...it relieves itch" softly.

I got tired, and she whispered, "Let me get on top." I lay flat on my back with my legs together, my penis erect, waiting for her. She straddled me, grasped my penis, aligned her vagina with it, and slowly sat down. At first, she thrust slowly downwards, but as she got into the groove, she increased the speed of her thrusts, moaning, "Oh...oh...it relieves...it relieves..."

She seemed a little tired and asked, "Aren't you coming yet?"

I said, "Not yet."

As she moved, she said, "You're in great shape. My husband comes after three thrusts, it doesn't relieve the itch at all."

My arousal returned, and I had her lie face down, arching her buttocks and spreading her knees. I inserted my penis into her vagina from behind; it felt different, the thrusting against her buttocks added a sensual sensation.
She was panting below, saying intermittently, "So good...so good...it relieves the itch...it relieves the itch so much...don't stop...fuck me harder...oh...oh..."

I felt like I was controlling a tamed animal, feeling incredibly exhilarated. I thrust even harder into her depths for a while, and when I felt I was about to ejaculate, I asked her, "Can I cum inside?"

She gasped, "Yes...yes...I...put...an IUD...on..."
I quickly flipped her over, her face up, legs spread. I launched my final thrust, the impact of our genitals making a "slap slap" sound. With each slap, she gasped for breath. Finally, my essence gushed out, pouring deep into her vagina. She held me tightly, refusing to let go, as if she were holding a priceless treasure.

After I finished, I slumped against her like a deflated balloon, our breaths mingling, slowly returning to normal.

She lingered for a long time, reluctant to let go, for about an hour before finally leaving my bed.

We did it many more times afterward; whenever my wife wasn't home, or her husband wasn't home, she would come over and enjoy herself with me.

More than 30 years have passed, but I'll never forget it. Later, I transferred out of my original workplace and rarely saw them anymore; I wonder what they're doing now.

Among men, I'm considered relatively honest and upright. I even had a few affairs during the difficult years of the Cultural Revolution; you can imagine what happened to others. And nowadays, it goes without saying that powerful and wealthy men are even less likely to indulge in such behavior.

[The End]

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