Braised summer

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The sweltering summer heat...

The Petroleum Administration compound, with its fifty-year history, is renowned for its elegant environment. Along the five-meter-wide road, towering French plane trees, requiring two people to encircle their trunks, stand in abundance, their dense foliage completely blocking out the sunlight. A few rays manage to pierce through, creating glaring white spots on the concrete pavement. A small ditch flows south along the road, ending at a two-story office building of the Administration's Logistics Department, nestled among the trees. The ditch meanders around the building, its water flowing merrily, as if recounting its years of history to passersby.
Zhan Hong, the office director of the Logistics Department, stands beside clerk Ma Ning's desk, bending over and pointing at the LCD screen. Ma Ning, seated, types rapidly, following Zhan Hong's words: "Don't include this clause. It's an empty building; how can we ensure security? Should we assign him a security guard?"
"He's probably worried about something happening, so he's including this clause, saying we'll take responsibility," Ma Ning says, his hands constantly revising.
Zhan Hong glanced at Ma Ning and said, "Never mind him. He's trying to put a tight rein on us. If something really happens, who will we turn to?" As he spoke, he inadvertently glanced at Ma Ning's chest, lingering for a moment.
Because of the hot weather today, Ma Ning was wearing a light blue sleeveless midi dress. Her already fair skin looked even more like crystal. Her full breasts stretched open the front of the dress, revealing a small portion of her smooth, delicate breasts. The deep cleavage in the middle swayed left and right with the movement of Ma Ning's arms, a beautiful sight.
Zhan Hong swallowed hard and turned back to Zhan Hong. "Everything else is about right. Print it out first. Tell Xiao Min to come over this afternoon and see if he has any other requests."
"Yes, Director."
Zhan Hong turned and walked towards his office. Before leaving, he glanced back at Ma Ning sitting in her chair.
Back in his office, Zhan Hong plopped down in his chair, propping his legs up on the desk. His mind was filled with the image of the woman he'd just seen when he turned around. Her dress was thin, the bra lines clearly visible under her arms and along her chest, almost revealing the fabric's texture. The hem of the dress casually draped over her thighs, the exposed white skin extending along her shapely legs, reaching into his heart. Her big toe playfully twitched, and Zhan Hong's heart skipped a beat. So alluring! A surge of heat rushed down to his lower abdomen. Zhan Hong reached down and pressed his hand to his groin; it was noticeably bulging…
Ma Ning, 23, had only been out of university for two years. After graduation, she insisted on being self-reliant, searching for work on her own, but for various reasons, she was never satisfied. Finally, with her parents' help, she got a job at the administrative office, and had only been working there for three months. The easy work and pleasant environment of the office allowed her to quickly adapt to life there.
Zhan Hong was also extremely kind to her, offering advice on work and life, helping her solve problems. She couldn't help but regard him as an older brother. As her direct superior, Director Zhan's gaze often held a profound meaning, yet it didn't make her uncomfortable.
From childhood, Ma Ning had lived under this gaze. Starting in high school, her figure gradually became more prominent. Her round face, beautiful neck, and full breasts filled her with pride. When showering at home, Ma Ning often stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror for a while, admiring her long legs and slender feet. The sight of her fair skin covered in fine water droplets on her rounded shoulders made her involuntarily aroused. Beautiful women often have a slight narcissism, which might explain why she wasn't averse to Zhan Hong's gaze.
Continuing his fantasies about Ma Ning, Zhan Hong's hand trembled violently between his legs.
"Hmm..." Zhan Hong let out a long breath, reached for a piece of paper, wiped away the white stains splattered on the table, and then wiped his penis, the swollen glans twitching with each wipe. After putting it away, he stood up. It was already six o'clock, just past the end of the workday. He listened to the quiet hallway outside the office. " Time to go home.
"
Hearing the door open, his wife Wang Aidong's voice rang out from the kitchen.
"Yes, I'm back. Xiaoxiao, Dad's home."
"Mom picked up our son; he's staying with her tonight."
"Oh." Zhan Hong hung up his bag, changed his clothes, and went into the kitchen.
"What are you making today?" Zhan Hong asked, watching his wife's retreating figure.
"Bitter melon, romaine lettuce, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes." His wife didn't turn around, stirring the vegetables in the pan, making sizzling sounds, filling the kitchen with the fresh aroma of romaine lettuce.
Wang Aidong worked in the academic affairs office of the Petroleum Middle School. She loved sports, especially swimming, and had a tanned complexion that gave her a healthy and robust appearance. More than five years after giving birth, her figure had recovered remarkably well; one might believe she hadn't had a child. Her pregnancy and childbirth experience added a touch of mature womanly charm. Because her child wasn't home, she was only wearing a tank top and pink sheer boxer shorts. Her round, firm buttocks stretched the shorts tightly, and because they were so thin, the cleft between her buttocks was clearly visible. Zhan Hong watched for a while 　　, feeling
a bit aroused. He walked behind his wife, straightened his lower body, and gently rubbed his　　　round buttocks against hers. "Don't bother me, I'm cooking." Wang Aidong hurriedly shook her hips, unintentionally thrusting back a few times, feeling her husband's little brother slowly getting erect. Zhan Hong was only wearing a pair of shorts, and he could feel the heat and softness between his wife's buttocks, squeezing his little brother, which felt very comfortable. He seized the feeling and made it stand up. He held his wife's waist with both hands and thrust his hips forward slightly. 　　"Ouch! Stop it, the food will burn." 　　Zhan Hong didn't say anything, just chuckled. 　　"Wait a bit, come after we finish eating." Wang Aidong coaxed him. 　　"Then I'll eat you first." He leaned on his wife's shoulder, turned his head to smell the fragrance of her hair. He also kissed his wife's smooth neck, then let go, walked to the cupboard, and helped his wife take out the dishes. 　　Because their child is usually at home, and with both sets of grandparents sometimes staying for a month or two to help with childcare, the couple hasn't felt the same way they did when they were newlyweds. Their romantic time together has almost completely stopped.　　　"Today, Ai Dong and I can run around naked at home," Zhan Hong thought smugly as he served the dishes. 　　After dinner, the two sat on the sofa watching TV. Wang Ai Dong leaned against Zhan Hong, her legs resting on his.　　　Zhan Hong was preoccupied with how to be intimate with his wife later, somewhat absentmindedly. Suddenly, he remembered the movie "Apple" he'd downloaded a few days ago—it featured a beautiful actress appearing completely nude. 　　"Shall we watch a movie?" Zhan Hong said. 　　"What movie?" 　　"Apple, I heard it won an award," Zhan Hong said. 　　"Okay." 　　They moved to the computer desk, then huddled together on the sofa bed in the small bedroom, watching the movie. 　　As the plot unfolded, the female protagonist, who worked at a foot massage parlor, returned home and showered in her cramped bathroom. The male protagonist, who was eating, put down his chopsticks, rushed into the bathroom, and started having sex with her. The plot was very realistic, and the actors' performances were excellent. When the male lead, standing and holding the female lead who was clinging to him, panted heavily as he thrust his hips, saying, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, it's been days since I've done it, I'm going to cum,"　　　Zhan Hong felt a surge of arousal, and his shorts bulged. He glanced at his wife; her face was also slightly flushed, and her breathing was a little rapid. After years of married life, Zhan Hong knew his wife was aroused. He forgot about the movie, rolled over, and pinned his wife down. Wang Aidong reached out and hooked her arms around Zhan Hong's neck.

Zhan Hong lowered his head and kissed his wife's lips, his tongue probing deep inside until it entwined with her nipples. Wang Aidong responded, matching Zhan Hong's kisses, her head twisting on the pillow.
Wang Aidong rolled over, lying face down on the sofa bed. Zhan Hong pressed his entire body against hers, tightly against her back, starting his kisses from the back of her neck, gradually moving downwards, occasionally licking gently with his tongue. Wang Aidong let out a soft moan, "Mmm..." Wang Aidong loved Zhan Hong kissing her back.
Zhan Hong's mouth lingered on Wang Aidong's waist, his tongue gently caressing it from side to side. Wang Aidong swayed her beautiful buttocks restlessly.
Zhan Hong moved downwards, pulling down Wang Aidong's boxer shorts with both hands, the crotch between her legs. Wang Aidong cooperated by arching her buttocks and lifting her legs, allowing Zhan Hong to easily remove the shorts.
His wife's vulva was like a narrow slit, the labia minora hidden between the plump petals, only two delicate mounds of flesh peeking out. Following these mounds downwards, there was a slightly sunken opening, its brownish entrance opening and closing with the movement of her legs. Zhan Hong noticed glistening droplets of mucus peeking out when the opening slightly opened, and asked Wang Aidong with a smile, "Feeling good today?"
Wang Aidong reached between Zhan Hong's legs, grasping his penis through his pants. "You've been standing there for ages."
A tingling sensation made Zhan Hong's penis twitch slightly, and he quickly lunged at Wang Aidong, helping her to lie down. He reached out and removed her tank top, grasping one of her breasts with his right hand, gently kneading the soft yet firm nipple in his palm. His lips lightly kissed her neck, cheek, and earlobe, occasionally licking them with the tip of his tongue.
Wang Aidong's hands caressed Zhan Hong's back. Her eyes were slightly closed, feeling her husband's caresses.
Zhan Hong's hand reached down, lingering briefly on his wife's smooth abdomen before continuing its downward exploration. He stopped when he touched the soft pubic hair, scratching it a few times with his fingertips. Feeling the mons pubis pressing upwards, he didn't continue stroking downwards, but instead turned to his wife's plump inner thighs, grasping the fair flesh and kneading it forcefully from the bottom to the groin. His protruding wrist bones occasionally brushed against the exposed labia between her legs.
Wang Aidong felt a surge of heat coursing through her body towards her legs as Zhan Hong's hand moved. As his hand scratched the hairy mons pubis, the skin of her perineum tightened and relaxed with the movement of his fingertips. The labia majora and minora rubbed against each other unevenly, sending tingling pleasure through the dense nerve endings. She involuntarily raised her hips, her vulva reaching towards his fingers. But her husband's hand bypassed her labia, which were sending out signals of desire, and instead touched her thighs. A slight sense of loss welled up, and her raised buttocks involuntarily chased after her husband's hand.
Zhan Hong's hand gripped upwards, while Wang Aidong's vulva chased downwards, the protrusion on her wrist and her plump labia naturally touching.
As she moved, her hand moved, her legs moved, and the two objects rubbed against each other, sending waves of tingling, itchy sensations through her legs. Wang Aidong swayed her buttocks restlessly.
Seeing his wife's expression, Zhan Hong felt a surge of pride. Not daring to delay, he withdrew his right hand and reached between her legs, his fingers caressing her plump labia. They felt soft and supple to the touch; his fingertips had already touched the skin of her labia, yet he felt no resistance. As he pressed down further, a slight squeezing sensation came from the sides of his fingers. Further down, the squeezing sensation reached the back of his fingers, where his fingers had already sunk into the crevices of her labia.
"Hoo..." The moment the fingers touched her labia, Wang Aidong let out a soft breath, the tingling sensation temporarily relieved. She opened her eyes to look at Zhan Hong. Feeling his fingers gradually penetrating deeper, she closed her eyes again, savoring the rising pleasure.
Unlike her index and ring fingers, which were blocked outside her labia, Zhan Hong's middle finger felt a slightly dry, warm, slippery sensation. The tip of his middle finger flicked lightly, but the other fingers didn't have that freedom; instead, they were tightly pressed together due to the dryness and the pressure of her legs.
"Mmm..." Wang Aidong hummed a comfortable sound through her nose.
Sensing his wife's joyful moans, Zhan Hong became even more confident. He then placed his middle finger on her slightly protruding clitoris and gently rubbed it, in circles.
This time, Wang Aidong didn't move. She simply spread her legs apart, her hips resting quietly, carefully experiencing her husband's touch and rubbing of her clitoris. Only when the fingertips reached the sensitive spot did she let out a joyful hum through her nose. His right hand reached down, pulled down Zhan Hong's shorts, and slipped inside, grasping the already erect penis.
"Huff, huff, huff." Zhan Hong was already panting heavily as soon as he grasped it.
Wang Aidong felt as if she were holding a rod that was hard yet soft, and she squeezed it slightly twice, gently stroking it up and down.
After playing with it for a while, Zhan Hong felt a slight dryness that made him uncomfortable, so he reached down to the entrance of her vagina, dabbed some of her love juice, and smeared it on her plump vulva.
His wife's abundant love juice quickly covered her vulva, and Zhan Hong's right hand, with four fingers together, slid lightly from side to side on her labia. When he squeezed, the tender flesh squeezed open quickly between his fingers.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm..." Wang Aidong's moans grew more frequent, her legs parted and bent, opening and closing with Zhan Hong's movements, her hips slightly raised and swaying from side to side. Her right hand, holding Zhan Hong's penis, also increased the speed of its stroking.
"Is it comfortable?" Zhan Hong asked softly, looking at his wife's face, which was contorted with pleasure.
"Mmm,"
Zhan Hong gasped, his hips swaying with Wang Aidong's movements. His fingers felt the soft, smooth flesh between Wang Aidong's legs, and he couldn't help but kiss his wife's lips, sucking hard.
"Hmm..."
Wang Aidong let out a seductive moan, tightly hugging Zhan Hong's neck, her full breasts pressed against her husband's body, swaying with his movements.
Wang Aidong's private parts became increasingly slippery, Zhan Hong's fingers feeling as if they were sliding on a layer of oil.
I can't write anymore.
Reflecting on six years of marriage, there's nothing worth reminiscing about or learning from in our sex life.
The unchanging missionary position, the arduous and nerve-wracking foreplay, left me with only two words: "exhaustion."
Every sexual encounter was a long test. She didn't know how to build up the mood beforehand, and she never had a sudden burst of interest. I had to start preparing days in advance, always smiling, doing things to please her, and absolutely avoiding arguments, otherwise she would lose interest due to her bad mood. Arousal is hard to cultivate, but ruining it is quick. No matter how well things go beforehand, even once penetration, a small gesture—a touch, an uncomfortable pillow, accidental rubbing against skin, or even slightly vigorous movement—can undo all the progress.
The result is interruption, even when ejaculation is imminent, because she won't have any intention or action to adjust her mood or coordinate with her partner.
With my ex-girlfriends, we often had spontaneous feelings. During the day, in the living room, or after a movie, whether clothed or naked, in the car or in the park. Sometimes we didn't even need to do it; mutual touching of each other's genitals was very enjoyable. Even if we were interrupted or the activity became too vigorous, we would quickly return to our roles.
My wife is different. In the living room, she says the sofa is dirty. In the study, she says there's no space. Standing, she says it's tiring.
Sitting, she says it's uncomfortable. Only in our bedroom, on our bed.
Sitting isn't an option; from behind, she says it hurts; when she's on top, she says she can't move or is tired; she doesn't want to be on the side either. I'm the only one left to be a missionary.
Even if I did everything she wanted, every time I started touching her, she would say "wait a minute," and I would just have to wait. She wouldn't indicate that she was ready, so I had to test the waters again and again, often waiting until I was already soft and my arousal was almost gone before I had to start building up the mood myself.
I'm not an impatient person, and I'm always very patient during foreplay, slowly teasing her. But after a while, I think anyone would lose patience. So I'm exhausted.
I can't write anymore, and I don't know how well I write. I wanted to write the whole thing and post it, but...
[The End]

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