Yan and Huan's Unending Moonlit Night

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Yan and Huan's New Year's Eve (Part 1)

"Beef slices, cheese rolls, enoki mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, udon noodles, greens?"

In the supermarket, my wife was putting hot pot ingredients into the shopping basket one by one. Seeing that the basket was almost full
, I reminded her, "Hey, two people can't eat that much, can they?"

"I've already bought what I need. These are all necessities for hot pot. It's no fun if one is missing!" Huan
insisted. I picked up two portions of beef: "But do we need to buy two portions of beef slices? How about one portion of beef and
one portion of lamb?"

My wife objected: "No way! This year is the Year of the Sheep. We can't eat such pitiful lamb!"

"Is that so? But I think I ate beef all year in the Year of the Ox?" I scratched my head and said. Huan insisted:
"Anyway, this year is my year. I can't eat lamb all year."

"Okay, my little lamb?"

I am Ze, and this is my newlywed wife Huan. According to my wife's standards, the first year after marriage is considered the honeymoon period
. We've been married for nine months, which barely falls within that range.

I'm twenty-seven, and my wife is twenty-four. This year is her birth year in the Chinese zodiac, and people say that women born in the Year of the Sheep are particularly
gentle. My wife, Huan, is no exception. She has a fiery temper and a straightforward personality, but deep down she's tough on the outside but soft on the inside, and
easily moved to tears—a sheep in wolf's clothing. 　　Huan and I have had a smooth

relationship; we're both devoted to each other. Well, of
course, there are minor problems in any relationship, and the one that really got me in the middle was my high school classmate, Yan. "Sister!" 　　While everyone was quietly shopping, Huan suddenly let out a strange cry, drawing all eyes to her. I thought to myself, "This is such a lame plot; speak of the devil, and he appears." 　　Yan, with shoulder-length hair, wearing a long black coat and tall boots, approached gracefully with a smile . This was the high school classmate I mentioned, the goddess among us back then—Yan. 　　She's also the wife of my best friend, Qiang. 　　Yan and I had a past relationship. To be precise, we never dated, but we had mutual feelings for each other. The hardest thing to explain is that we had a physical relationship. 　　Don't get me wrong, we didn't have an affair. It happened at a group sex party. Is that more sordid than having an affair? Okay, I understand that this kind of thing is hard to explain and not easy to accept. But I can only say that if any man knew that a goddess like Yan from his school days was the star of the party, I think anyone would participate without hesitation. 　　Huan is undoubtedly a pretty girl, but next to Yan, she becomes just an ordinary girl next door . This is also why my girlfriend never believed that I could completely forget my past relationship. After all, it's easy to see who wins over a girl when it comes to goddesses. 　　I don't deny that I haven't forgotten Yan. Fortunately, Huan is a very understanding girl. She even accepted the fact that Yan still holds a place in my heart. I swear I love Huan wholeheartedly, but I don't want to lose my good friend because of this. 　　You could say that Huan is the woman I love most, and Yan is a very important woman to me. 　　However, with Yeon and Qiang's marriage, all the past issues were resolved in the most ideal way. Yeon and Huan also maintained the best sisterly relationship. 　　"Huanmei, here's what you wanted." Yan, with a kind smile, handed a white box to my wife . Huan happily took it. I wondered what it was. My wife laughed and said, "It's a cake. Of course, we have to cut a cake I asked my sister to make it for me." 　　I looked displeased and said, "Why did you trouble Yan with something like this? Who said we have to cut a cake for the New Year? Is it a custom in your hometown?" 　　Huan stuck out her tongue and said, "Are you worried that I bothered your ex-lover? You're not eating it tonight!" 　　"What ex-lover? You little rascal, you always talk without thinking." There were quite a few customers in the supermarket. To avoid misunderstandings, I didn't want to argue with my wife. I went up to Yan and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you with this. How much did it cost? I 'll pay for it." 　　Yan shook her head and said, "Don't mention it. It's not necessary for such a small thing." 　　I insisted that the money be fair. It was too much trouble for someone to make the cake and then deliver it personally. "We have to pay for the ingredients, and you even brought it over yourself." 　　Yan smiled and said, "Then one million will do." 　　"One, one million?" I admitted that it was a bit over budget. 　　"Is it expensive? I made it myself. If you want to pay, pay a million. If you don't want to pay, don't mention money to me." 　　Yan's pink face smiled adorably, and I was speechless. Sigh, I really shouldn't have let her get so close to my wife. My old classmate was so gentle. 　　"I'm sorry," I said awkwardly. Yan said, half-scoldingly, "Why are you saying that to me?" 　　"Hey, do you two think I'm invisible?" Huan snorted from the side, "Ze, you're always so fussy. If it weren't for me stopping you, I'd be your wife by now, would I still be arguing about a cake? Right , sister?" 　　"Haha, oh! Huan, you bought so much, are you planning hot pot tonight?" Yan awkwardly changed the subject , looking at the shopping basket in Huan's hand and asking knowingly. My wife's attention was successfully diverted: "Yes, hot pot is the most suitable for New Year's Eve!" 　　"Will we cut the cake after hot pot?" Yan smiled wryly at Huan's perfect arrangement. My wife asked like a gossip , "Sister, what are you and Qiang eating tonight?" 　　"Me? I'm planning to make steak tonight," Yan replied. Huan's eyes immediately lit up with longing: "Steak is so good! Do you have any red wine?" 　　"Maybe we'll have a little?" 　　"Candlelight dinner! How romantic! Ze, look how old-fashioned you are. Who has hot pot on New Year's Eve? Sister, let's go buy steak!" Huan shoved the chosen ingredients into my hands, then dragged Yan away. Helpless, I could only endure the shop assistant's glare as I put everything back in its place: "You were the one who said we wanted hot pot!" 　　"Sister, don't we need seasoning for steak?" 　　"No, just some sea salt and pepper, and it'll taste great." 　　The two women chatted as they walked, and I, carrying the cake, followed behind like a servant. Was I right? Without thinking beforehand , rushing around recklessly, I suspect Huan isn't a sheep, but a cow. 　　But even with my wife being so willful, I'm still very happy.

After buying dinner groceries, we said goodbye to Yan. Huan excitedly offered to cook me a delicious steak dinner. I
thought to myself, considering your five-minute conversation with Yan, it's already quite good that I could eat this meal.

Back home, my wife was busy preparing, and I was bored, so I browsed the news online for a while. Just as I was about to take
a shower , a strange scream came from the kitchen: "Whoosh!"

Others might have thought something serious had happened, but my daughter's tendency to exaggerate is commonplace
, and I'm used to it. I lazily went to see what this "earth-shattering" little thing was.

"I forgot to buy red wine!" Huan said miserably. I said irritably, "Neither of us likes drinking,
why did you buy red wine?"

"No way, how can a candlelight dinner be complete without red wine? Ze, you haven't changed out of your pajamas yet, go buy some right now!"

"Hey?"

I never doubted that my wife was the kind of person who could change her mind with words. Women love romance, and
I can understand good food and wine, but are you really sure that you'll be cooking something special tonight?

I snorted, put on my coat, and went back to the supermarket. I grabbed a bottle at random. On the way back, I passed a flower shop and
thought that my wife loves romance, so I might as well grant her wish this time. A candlelight dinner with flowers is definitely what women love most, right?

Even after marriage, maintaining surprises is the key to a good marriage.

"I'm home." Back home, I slipped into the room, put away the flowers, and then went back to the living room to put the wine
on the dining table. My wife was still busy in the kitchen when I rushed back, a little sweaty. I said, "Did you forget to buy anything
? I'm going to take a shower."

My wife turned around gently and smiled, "No, you go take a shower, honey."

"Then I'll go?" I blurted out, but then realized something was wrong. I was very familiar with this face, and
we had slept together, but it wasn't my wife.

"Yan?" I stepped back out of the kitchen in surprise. I saw Yan wearing an apron, skillfully holding a wok
and cooking steak, sprinkling sea salt evenly over the meat.

"What's up, Ze?"

"You? Why are you here?" I asked, puzzled. Yan pouted and said, "Why? Don't you want
to see me?"

"That's not what I meant, but... what did you call me just now?"

"Just now? Oh, you mean husband?"

She casually uttered this inappropriate term to her old classmate, leaving me bewildered
. Yan said somewhat displeased, "Can't I call you that? Husband!"

"Is it Huan's little firecracker's scheme again?" I quickly guessed it was Huan's doing. Yan ignored me
, took a fork, cut a small piece of steak from the pot, and said to me, "Can I try it?"

I eagerly went forward and opened my mouth. Yan fed me the steak; the meat was tender and flavorful, melting in my
mouth. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Delicious!"

"Hehe, is it alright?" Yan smiled sweetly and turned off the stove with satisfaction. She
placed the fragrant steak on a plate, added some garnish, and it looked and smelled delicious.

"Okay, so do you want to eat first or take a shower first?" Yan asked me with a smile. I thought to myself, why don't you tell me
what's going on first?

"Swapping partners?"

Sitting at the dining table with Yan, I gasped, my eyes widening. Yan nodded, "Yes,
it's easy for a couple to lose interest in each other if they're too routine. So, occasionally adding something new is a good way to maintain the relationship."

"Does maintaining a relationship require swapping partners?" I was speechless. I thought I knew how to come up with new ideas, but it turns out there's always someone
better. Yan asked me silently, "Are you very dissatisfied?"

"It's not a matter of being dissatisfied or not. That little rascal just can't change his ways. He always does things on his own and
never with me!" I complained. Yan said calmly, "It was my suggestion."

"You?"

Yan crossed her hands on the table, rested her head on the back of her hands, and asked softly, "Are you angry?"

I was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss for words, and said, "Well... it's not really being angry."

"Then... let me stay here tonight and welcome the first moment of the Year of the Sheep with you, okay?" Yan said coquettishly.
I dare say, no man in the world would refuse that.

Indeed, maintaining surprises even after marriage is the key to a good relationship.

Yan and Huan's New Year's Eve (Part Two)

"But I still find it absurd. A woman's understanding of marriage shouldn't be this bad. She didn't even ask her husband's opinion first
." Enjoying Yan's exquisite cooking, I was still full of complaints. My old classmate, in high spirits, smiled and teased
me, "Really? Some people get married and still frequently see women they've had relationships with, and their wives even
call them 'sister.' Isn't that absurd?"

I was caught off guard by Yan's counterattack. Yan continued, "Besides, Huan and I just wanted to
try being the mistress of someone else's house, to experience what it's like to be pampered by someone else's husband. What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with that? Try asking others if it's wrong to spend the night with someone else's husband?" I muttered.
Yan calmly said, "Try asking others if it's wrong to attend a social party."

Forget it, I knew I couldn't win an argument with a woman.

I took another bite of steak and changed the subject, asking, "What about Qiang? Does he know about tonight's events?"

"No, I think he's just as shocked as you are, and is probably scolding Huan right now. We agreed that
if either you or Qiang disagrees, the exchange will be immediately terminated, and we'll call the other party." Yan
leaned forward and asked, "So what about you? Do you agree or not? Do you want me to keep you company?"

This was indeed a difficult question to answer. Of course, I love Huan, but spending a night with a close female friend would be quite nice
, and Qiang is witty and has a lot to talk about. I think he'll make my wife very happy, and we should have a pleasant evening
.

"So?" Yan urged, her toes, barefoot, prying at my calves from under the table. I cleared my throat
and said, "You two decide this. I've always respected women's opinions."

Yan pressed her phone with satisfaction: "Okay, that means you agree. I'll text Huan that you were overjoyed
and agreed without hesitation."

I quickly stopped the girl from putting me in an awkward position: "Please, are you trying to kill me by saying this?"

Yan hung up the phone, her face sad: "So, were you forced into this, doing it against your will?"

"That's not what I meant, but..."

Before she could finish, Yan continued typing: "That's good then. So,
can I say you're both happy and sad, feeling anxious and uncertain?"

She's truly a perceptive and intelligent woman; her description is spot on.

Soon after Yan sent the message, my little rascal replied, the content clearly meant for me: "Take care of yourself
!"

Take care of yourself? Why does it sound like I'm cheating? You two were the ones who wanted to play the husband-swapping game; I was just an innocent
victim. Why am I always being manipulated by women?

Yan covered her mouth and chuckled. I asked with a snort, "But that doesn't mean Qiang agreed, right?" Yan, knowing
her husband well, said, "He doesn't like to say anything. If he doesn't say it's bad, then it's good."

Does she want Huan to sleep with her best friend for a night? Although we've all been to social parties before, Huan hasn't
slept has she? "Am I going to lose my virginity to him tonight?"

Yan, knowing my concerns, comforted me, "Don't worry, I've known Qiang for so many years, don't I know his personality?
Although he looks like a playboy, he's quite kind at heart. He knows Huan is your wife, he won't do anything inappropriate."

"Of course I trust my good friend." I nodded firmly, believing in our friendship. Yan teased, "At most, it'll be
some normal marital sex, nothing perverted. You know your friend's preferences better than I do, right
?"

Qiang's preferences? He participated in promiscuous parties in high school, accepting any woman who came his way. What kind of good person could he be? Yan
giggled again at my expression: "Still can't let it go? Huan and I are really that different, you're acting like
you've suffered a great loss."

"It's not about suffering a loss, a wife is a wife, no matter how ugly she is, she chose me herself, and..." I
said righteously, and Yan took out her little notebook to write it down: "Write it down, Ze said Huan is ugly!"

"Don't take things out of context, okay?" I decided to shut up. Under the rule of power, the resistance of the common people will only bring a
more tragic end.

"Want some red wine?" I asked, remembering the wine I'd bought from the supermarket. Yan shook her head. "No, I don't
like drinking. I'll save it for a romantic time with Huan."

"Actually, neither of us likes to drink."

"I know, Huan was just using an excuse to distract you." Yan laughed without any attempt to hide it. "I also told
Qiang I wanted pancakes, and he went all the way to buy them for me."

I was speechless at the self-righteousness of the women who lied. If I were to distract Huan and then ask her to sleep with Qiang, I'm afraid she'd
either cry or get violent. The same thing, men and women—it's so unfair.

"How about it? Aren't you touched by Huan's thoughtful arrangement?" Yan smiled brightly, while I could only
look helpless.

After dinner, Yan started clearing the table. In the past, Huan and I always divided the work at home—
she cooked, and I washed the dishes. But today, Yan did it all herself, not allowing me to step into the kitchen. People say beautiful women are arrogant, but my
old classmate is quite a rare breed.

"Actually, I used to be very proud and difficult to get along with. I thought I was pretty, and the male classmates flattered me. I was arrogant and
domineering." Occasionally, when talking to Yan about her personality, the girl also admitted, "Later
, I learned my lesson and realized that I was very naive before. I think this is a blessing in disguise."

Today, Yan is a woman who is very lovable, and Qiang is also qualified to protect this eternal goddess
.

"Phew, all done." Having finished everything, Yan wiped her hands, let out a sigh of relief, and came out of the kitchen. Seeing me
sitting idly on the sofa, she asked curiously, "What are you daydreaming about?"

I scratched my head awkwardly and replied, "I've eaten, so I'll take a short rest."

"Oh," Yan responded, placing a finger to her cherry lips, her cheeks flushed, and asked, "So
, now that we've had dinner, what do you want to do, honey? Take a bath? Or…"

"Or…" That expression was incredibly seductive. I swallowed hard, anticipating a satisfying answer. Although my heart
was with my beloved wife, a long night alone between a man and a woman like us was a bit too boring, wasn't it?

Yan teased me, as if deliberately trying to provoke me, "Cut the cake?"

I deflated like a punctured balloon. "We just finished eating

, and now we're eating cake?" "Yeah, how about we take a shower first?" Yan turned and went into the bathroom, then returned to the living room. "
I didn't notice before when I visited Huan, but your bathroom is quite big, big enough for two people. Do you and Huan often
take baths together ?"

"Hmm? Sometimes, I guess." I stammered when asked about my private life. Yan deliberately looked up
, seemingly lost in thought, "I remember the first time I was with Ze, we showered together too, yeah, that
's right, together!"

As she finished speaking, the girl leaned against the wall, her long, slender legs peeking out from under her sheer, dark blue dress.
Her breasts, revealed after removing her apron, were alluring, a perfect S-shape.

"Want to reenact the case?" Yan blinked her bright eyes, asking a question she already knew the answer to.

"Sure." I answered without a second thought.

Since this exchange was suggested by the woman, I didn't hold back and enjoyed the opportunity to relive our past foolishness
. Yan, like a mistress of the house, opened the wardrobe in the bedroom and took out Huan's pajamas and her personal underwear. My old classmate
laughed, "You can even exchange men now, so clothes don't matter, right?"

I looked at Yan's ample D-cup breasts, then at her bra, which was clearly more than a size smaller and heavily padded
, and thought to myself, "This is a waste of her possessions." My little Huan's bra definitely couldn't contain your proud, full breasts
.

Yan, without a care, took all the necessary clothes and affectionately took my hand, leading me to the bathroom. To be honest, Yan and I
had countless sexual encounters, but this was only our third night alone together. The heart-pounding feeling made me feel like I was back in my
youthful days. Undeniably, no matter how much you love your current partner, your first love still holds
an irreplaceable and unique place in a man's heart.

"Ze, let me help you undress." It felt strange to be undressed by another woman in my own home
. Yan, like the most considerate wife, gracefully removed her own clothes one by one, her movements captivating.
Huan always acts like a child when she takes a bath, stripping off her clothes without a word, her bra and panties scattered all over the floor.

After I undressed, Yan gently helped me remove my clothes, adjusted the water temperature, and was very attentive. The two naked
high school classmates faced each other, their bodies were already familiar, but every time we met again, it was still intoxicating
. Being alone with her now, the relaxed feeling made it even more possible to appreciate her beautiful body.

"You always have to stare at people like that," Yan said, letting me look at her freely, only
scolding me with a half-smile. I nodded and said, "This time is different. Last time I saw them, they were single. Today they are married
."

"Them?" Yan was puzzled by the number. I pointed to the three points in turn, and my old classmate couldn't help but
chuckle: "You're so strange. Who describes it like that?"

"You and Huan are even less strange. Who goes to someone else's house to bathe with their husband after getting married?"

"Don't you like it?" Yan asked, pouting.

"I like it..."

Yan is the same age as me, and I first saw her body when I was twenty. Back then, my old classmate still
had a touch of girlish awkwardness. After a few years, time hadn't left any marks on her; instead, it had added a mature charm
, like a blooming rose, radiating a dazzling and beautiful light.

"So beautiful..." I carefully admired this masterpiece of nature. Flawless was the only
word to describe this body. The fair, round mounds of flesh were as smooth as if a lump of mutton fat was wrapped on thin skin, upright and high , slippery to the touch. The bud-like nipples stood upright, evenly colored, and beautifully shaped, forming an impeccable and moving beauty
with the cherry blossom-colored areolas . 　　In the past, I would always fondle those beautiful breasts whenever we met, but today I suddenly didn't dare touch them. Seeing my unusual behavior , Yan asked softly, "What's wrong?" 　　I replied shyly, "I don't know, I feel... a little guilty." 　　"Hehe, Ze has become more upright." Yan nestled her whole body against my chest, her warm body temperature seeping into my heart through our skin. The girl looked up at me with a charmingly innocent expression: "A kiss? Okay?" 　　"Mmm..." Without hesitation, I kissed those luscious red lips. 　　The heavy breathing didn't ignite the flames of lust, but a comforting warmth. 　　"Ze..." 　　"What?" 　　"How do you think... our relationship can be described?" 　　"Friendship... forever..." 　　"Not... adulterers... adulteresses...?"

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