Letting the wolf into the house

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It was a romantic trip.

At a friend's invitation, I traveled to Kunming, Yunnan. While the north was already experiencing the desolation of autumn, the south remained vibrant with blooming flowers and lush greenery, charming and graceful. As

the plane broke through the clouds, I saw a green ocean below, a beautiful town nestled in subtropical forests, like life within a green nest. As the plane landed, I was enveloped in the warm, humid air; my breathing became much easier, my persistent dry cough disappeared, and my trachea felt much more comfortable. It seems I'm suited to the humid climate of the south. The warm, humid climate is truly nourishing.

My friend had good intentions in inviting me to the south. He said the dry, cold climate of the north makes one rough, and I should quickly put aside work and come here to relax and rejuvenate. My friend knows I'm a workaholic; for over a decade, I've been buried in work, rarely traveling far, and even neglecting to contact friends in distant places. This time, my friend was quite insistent, saying, "If you don't come here, then I don't exist as a friend!" Only then did I finally decide to leave the north and step out of my home.

My friend and his wife were already waiting for me.

A bouquet of flowers surprised me; I hadn't expected my friend to be so fashionable. Did we really need to be so formal? No, it wasn't my idea, it was his wife's. His wife leaned against my friend's shoulder, smiling at me sweetly. My friend's wife, Xiao Yi, is from the South. Petite and charming, with fair and radiant skin, she possesses a delicate beauty, perhaps due to the lushness of the South. Her elegance and appearance are like a graceful orchid. She embraced me warmly, her cheek brushing against mine, leaving a lingering fragrance.

Xiao Yi was a classmate of mine and my friend's. We are from the North, but Xiao Yi is a natural Southerner. We both went to university in Northeast China. My friend and I were used to the dry, cold climate of the North, but Xiao Yi was different; the cold almost withered her. So, after graduation, Xiao Yi insisted on returning to the South, and the power of love also drew my friend to her side. My friend and Xiao Yi flew south together, leaving me feeling somewhat lonely in my hometown. This is probably why my friend and Xiao Yi felt guilty towards me. Originally, we were three inseparable, close friends, like one person. Two of them went their separate ways, and it felt like I wasn't being fair to the last one.

I went straight to my friend's house.

It was a cozy little nest with an artistic atmosphere; the warmth of home made me feel comfortable and at ease. I could see the warmth of my friend's family, even a hint of sensual allure in every detail: potted plants, hanging ornaments, fabrics, and decorative paintings, all concealing and suppressing a barely conscious emotion.

Under the showerhead, the warm, solar-powered water flowed smoothly down my hair, shoulders, back, down to my abdomen, navel, and thighs. The water danced and stirred my desire; before I knew it, my penis was erect. I was surprised that such thoughts had arisen in the home of a stranger in the south. Looking up, I saw my reflection in the misty mirror, and behind me, a seductive yet alluring painting: a supple woman leaning back, almost falling; a strong man reaching out to catch her, about to kiss her—"Hey, are you done washing? We're coming in—" My friends and Xiao Yi urged me from outside, pulling me back to reality. I instinctively covered my throbbing erection. Xiao Yi handed me a light outfit, reaching through the screen door and glancing at me: "You're in pretty good shape—" Northern autumn clothes were clearly unsuitable for Yunnan's climate; the light outfit was cool and comfortable. I was touched by my friends' thoughtfulness.

Close friends don't stand on ceremony. Xiao Yi, though married, remained innocent and adorable, unconcerned about propriety. In the bathroom, while tidying up, she watched me put on my new clothes, giving me a once-over before nodding in satisfaction. Actually, we had already admired each other's naked bodies in college. Back then, Xiao Yi and I were lovers, our relationship reaching a passionate stage, filled with secret romantic encounters. However, Xiao Yi didn't become my wife; instead, she became a friend's wife. Upon graduation, Xiao Yi left me, turning to my friend. My friend and I were very close; my lover becoming his lover—this dramatic change had complex causes: Xiao Yi had to return to the south after graduation, while I had strong ties to my hometown and couldn't bear to leave my parents to enjoy life elsewhere. Choosing to stay meant giving up Xiao Yi.

My friend had long harbored a secret crush on Xiao Yi. When I told him I had given her up, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said, "How about I take care of her for you?" I didn't answer that silly question, nor was it necessary. Because my friend and I, along with Xiao Yi, had already embarked on different paths in life; separation was inevitable: I stayed behind alone, while they traveled far away hand in hand. My friend swiftly presented Xiao Yi with roses and a heart full of love, which she accepted, and she took him back to Yunnan. There was no time for sadness or regret. Watching my beloved and my close friend walk away side by side, my heart was filled with complex emotions. The pain of that severed relationship only slowly surged up like a flood after their plane disappeared into the clouds, causing me agony and suffocation. I silently endured the pain that only I knew. Countless times I weighed my decision in my heart, wondering if the choice between filial piety and love was worthwhile. Only after Xiao Yi left did I truly understand her loveliness; I knew she had occupied my heart and taken root within me, one I could never erase.

Even after I got married and had children, Xiao Yi's image still haunted my dreams. Several times during lovemaking with my wife, I called out Xiao Yi's name passionately, leaving my wife bewildered. For me, Xiao Yi will always be a source of pain and inner turmoil. I gave up the love that was rightfully mine, entrusting this most precious love to my closest friend. Regarding my friend marrying Xiao Yi, I don't know if it was a promise or a bitter pill to swallow. Countless times, in quiet moments, scenes of Xiao Yi and my friend's intimate life appear in my mind, my heart overflowing with a bittersweet emotion, a complex mix of reluctance, longing, regret, and jealousy constantly tormenting me. When I got married, my friend flew all the way from Yunnan back to the Central Plains to attend my wedding. He came with a sense of guilt, but also with Xiao Yi's blessings. He left me a substantial dowry, patted me on the shoulder before leaving, and said: "I wish you happiness; I will take good care of Xiao Yi."

On our wedding night, my wife tenderly embraced me, expressing gratitude for my friend's long journey to offer his blessings. However, she was unaware of the deeper purpose behind his return. That night, my heart was in turmoil. I couldn't focus on my virtuous and beautiful new wife. Even while cultivating my virginity, the images of Xiao Yi and my friend kept drifting through my mind. I even fantasized about whether Xiao Yi under my friend was experiencing the same pain and love as my new wife. I called out Xiao Yi's name passionately. My wife looked at me strangely, and I lied, saying, "Xiao Yi, Auntie, you're my auntie—I'm a pervert, haha." My first night was spent visiting the World Flower Expo Park. Seeing all the flowers vying for attention, displaying their inner beauty, I realized how beautiful the world truly is after seeing the flowers of Yunnan. Compared to them, the flowers of the north are too restrained and weak. The flowers here are plump and bold, blooming freely with their colors and shapes. Even those small and unremarkable flowers in the north are exceptionally charming here, captivating and irresistible.

With so many flowers, so much greenery, and so much oxygen, I walked for a long time, slightly sweaty, but not tired. Before I knew it, it was dusk, time to go home.

After dinner, I returned home. The window was shrouded only in a light gauze curtain, a gentle breeze blowing ambiguously, touching the most sensitive parts of the curtain and causing it to sway back and forth, its fluttering like the fluttering of one's own heart.

Having admired the southern scenery, I began to observe my two old classmates, whom I hadn't seen for over a decade: my friend had gained some weight, his hair was thinning slightly, his complexion was ruddy, and he still looked endearingly simple—the quintessential image of a contented middle-aged man; his wife, Xiao Yi, hadn't changed much, still petite and delicate, her skin smooth and fair. Time seemed to have stood still for her; she still loved to strike a demure pose, a natural and eternal image of a woman to be cherished. We discussed some old and new topics, then fell silent, probably thinking of that complicated relationship. We both harbored memories and feelings about it, but neither could express them. It was a relationship that should have been savored, but words failed to convey it, so it churned and fermented within us, until each of us was breathless, blushing, our hearts pounding, and our eyes reddening. "That's enough, that's enough, time to rest"—Xiao Yi shook her hands, as if to shake off her unhappiness and bad luck, just like she was back in school. She

took a shower, went to bed, and closed her eyes for a nap.

The weather in the South is milder than in the North, the wind is gentle, and the air, like the softest dough, rolls down the window, onto my body, onto the furniture, and then, carrying the scents and thoughts of the room, rolls out, disappearing somewhere unknown. Night deepens, as if ink has stained my thoughts, and I drift into a hazy dream. The night is quiet; I can hear my own breathing, and the breathing of my friend and Xiao Yi in the other bedroom. Our breaths are like waves in the ocean, rolling and swirling, intertwining, then immediately dispersing to begin the next entanglement. Long journeys, the South, flowers, greenery, warmth, friends, Xiao Yi, airplanes, fresh flowers, hugs—the experiences of the day, from wholeness to fragmentation, from fragmentation to unity, churn in my mind. Perhaps due to excessive excitement, I didn't truly fall asleep, but the day's fatigue prevented me from fully waking. I struggled in that half-asleep state, my body limp, but my mind racing chaotically.

I've never known the true purpose of my trip to the South to see two special friends. Was it to rekindle a past relationship, to end an old ties, or to hope that the undying feelings would sprout and bear fruit again? I can't even explain my own heart. Really! I guess I'll just let things take their course. I lay there, my mind racing. Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name, a distant, indistinct sound, like waves, like air—the air in the South always carries something rolling around. That mass of air carrying my name rolled in from outside the bedroom, rolling onto me. It also carried a warmth and restlessness. It was definitely someone calling me.

I listened intently, but then it stopped. Only the soft, low patter of the curtains against the windowpane, and the faint creaking of the bed in the other bedroom. They weren't sleeping soundly either. The voice calling me came again, and this time I heard it clearly. It was Xiao Yi calling out, her voice a suppressed, trembling, broken, and indistinct cry, a mixture of pain and excitement, ambiguity and teasing, accompanied by Simmons' groans. Was it Xiao Yi's erotic dream? Was she still thinking of me and calling out to me in her dreams? A sense of satisfaction and pleasure washed over me. I wondered how long this dream and these cries had accompanied Xiao Yi, how deep her longing was hidden in her heart, how much pain she had endured. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Xiao Yi; how painful it must be to cling to our past love. I drifted in and out of this happiness and worry, afraid to wake up, afraid that this delicate emotion would vanish.

But then, the cries suddenly intensified, the suppressed pain and pleasure could no longer be contained; Xiao Yi was crying out in ecstasy! I got up, wanting to wake her from her nightmare, but what I saw was a different scene: they were passionately making love. Xiao Yi was on top, like a kayaker, exercising. My friend was below, his plump belly and thighs supporting Xiao Yi, allowing her to slide comfortably, her buttocks moving back and forth dramatically. My friend must have been overwhelmed by this control, excitedly writhing, causing Xiao Yi on the boat to sway back and forth, her cries escaping the stimulation of the swaying. Xiao Yi wasn't one to hide her feelings; she writhed in excitement, placing herself in a maximum position, her skin rubbing against my friend's body at maximum distance and force, giving both of them the greatest stimulation. The maximum stimulation became unbearable for Xiao Yi; the cry burst from her heart, but it was my name she was calling!

The wind died down, the clouds dispersed, the rain stopped. Xiao Yi's cries vanished, like the disappearance of a dream. I felt guilty for invading someone's privacy. But their actions were so casual and reckless, completely disregarding others in this space, making me wonder if they were doing it on purpose for me. Was it always like this, with all this shouting and screaming? Was this their habit, or just a casual fling sparked by me? I could only pretend nothing had happened, quietly returning to bed to continue my intermittent sleep.

The next day, when I woke up, the southern sun was shining brightly on my pillow. The aroma of breakfast wafted over. Xiao Yi called me to eat; having not rested well, I felt a little lazy. Remembering I hadn't gotten up yet, I stretched my limbs on the soft bed, hoping the stretching would revitalize my body. My bones cracked, and I awoke from my drowsy state. Xiao Yi lifted the curtain and entered, leaning down to give me a kiss. Her bright face was as dazzling as the sunlight, making me dizzy. "Don't do this—" Such an expression of affection seemed a bit excessive; after all, she was already taken, a married woman. I tried to push her away, but she intensified her kiss, engulfing me in a sea of tenderness. A hand traced down my body, my body undulating under its caress, the concave parts becoming more concave, the convex parts more convex; the movement of the hand made my breathing heavy. Finally, the hand was stopped by my erect desire, like a small tree that the hand was interested in climbing. That small hand rekindled the passion of more than ten years ago, the burning heat making the erect sapling swell and seem about to burst.

My lips pulled away from hers, and I said, "We can't do this—" "You mean we can't mess with a friend's wife? We can't cross the moral line? Hehe." Xiao Yi smiled: "You call yourself a man? What era are we living in? Still so old-fashioned, like an antique, no romance!" Xiao Yi scolded playfully. Don't worry, he's long gone. It's just you and me at home, we are the masters of the house. Xiao Yi's breathing quickened, a blush spreading from her face to her neck and chest. Ignoring my attempts to resist, Xiao Yi rolled over and straddled me.

The clothes were thin, a mere breeze could blow them away. Xiao Yi's naked body slowly swelled, the ever-expanding desire within her almost bursting through her thin skin. Her limbs, chest, breasts, and buttocks, as if inflated with gas, became round and full, ready to explode with desire and passion at any moment.

We're going to make a mistake—I wanted to push her away, but I no longer had the strength to refuse. Your reason is always so cold, this cold reason has made you lose me, made me lose you, damn reason! Today, I will burn your reason with passion. Xiao Yi murmured, her tender words carrying a ruthless and powerful tone. Yes, back in college, if I had abandoned reason and let my passion burn like fire, perhaps Xiao Yi would already be my woman. But back then, I thought too much, giving up one opportunity after another, disappointing Xiao Yi, who was burning with passion, time and time again. Yes, if I hadn't been bound by reason back then, perhaps, Xiao Yi and I would have already become inseparable, living a life of endless romance. Yes, it was my hateful rationality that led me and Xiao Yi from a destined connection to an irretrievable one. Fate has run its course, and we've been separated for twenty years. Twenty years ago, I admired Xiao Yi's body, but I lacked the courage to touch it, much less possess it. I watched that burning body grow from hot to cold, from cold to hate. I had dampened her passion.

Now, in our small home in the south, Xiao Yi's fire has reignited in my heart. Xiao Yi is like a white pony, galloping across my plains. Xiao Yi's rounded buttocks rise, her legs spread wide, opening the cave between her two peaks, and then, holding a small tree in her hand, she thrusts inside. At the peak of passion, the pony stops running, its nostrils flaring, its breathing heavy, a thick red cloud covering Xiao Yi's entire body; she becomes a red beast. The beast is already drenched in sweat, the fragrant perspiration making her entire body moist and slippery. Xiao Yi lifts her buttocks, letting her two round mounds rise high in the sunlight. The small opening was revealed before me, its red petals shimmering. Glistening liquid dripped down like pulled threads. The sapling, freed from the opening's constraints, swayed aimlessly, its equally reddish crown yearning for that mysterious and alluring cave.

The sapling roused itself in the cool morning breeze, preparing for another attack. Xiao Yi slowly lowered her hips, pressing her opening down onto the sapling. The mountain peak and the tree merged together. Xiao Yi increased her pressure, her opening greedily sucking at the sapling, drawing in all its branches, roots, and sap. I felt an unprecedented suction force, drawing me entirely into an infinite space. The entry into the opening was slow and profound; the opening trembled, sucking and gripping tightly, then relaxed, followed by a new round of trembling, sucking, and gripping. I offered the sapling to the opening, moaning helplessly yet contentedly.

Xiao Yi cried out in pain and deep sorrow, calling my name with the same passion as last night, opening her little hole wide open, sucking and sucking at the little tree, as if the little tree had explored the bottom of her little hole, yet it seemed as if it could never reach the bottom, but was suspended in infinite space. Love is always like this, both suffocating and infinitely empty.

Suddenly, Xiao Yi convulsed, her vagina rhythmically contracting and relaxing, my penis fully experiencing that intoxicating sensation. At that moment, I felt another door open deep within her vagina; I penetrated that door, entering another, more magnificent world, pouring out all my passion. Her vagina, provoked by the exploration of passion, opened the floodgates of emotion, a torrent of fluid gushing out, instantly bathing my legs in the spring rain. Xiao Yi and I became one. Suddenly, the doorbell rang—my friend had witnessed everything. I was incredibly embarrassed. I expected my friend's anger, scolding, or even a beating, but nothing happened; everything was calm: Xiao Yi climbed off me, stood to the side, her expression natural, with the unique peace and relaxation after sex. The flush on her face and body gradually faded.

My friend said, "I've given you everything I could—" He meant this to me, but also to his wife, Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi originally belonged to me, but when it came time for job assignments after graduation, he took her away from me. This was a long-suppressed guilt in his heart. Even with his wife, Xiao Yi, he still felt uneasy. He knew she loved me, not him, so in their married life, he could never replace me in her heart. During lovemaking, in the throes of passion, Xiao Yi would involuntarily call my name, which always made him feel a pang of sadness. In these intimate moments, neither Xiao Yi nor my friend could fully immerse themselves. Xiao Yi still had feelings for her ex, and my friend felt guilty; they couldn't reach climax. Therefore, they had never experienced the true meaning of love, their relationship hadn't blossomed, and they were still childless in middle age. And the root of all this lay with me. The one who tied the knot must untie it; I had to break the deadlock in their marriage and love. So, my friend invited me to his home in Yunnan.

"I'm 'inviting a wolf into the house,'" my friend said. "But you, this 'wolf,' are the ones I have to bring in. Only you, this 'wolf,' can sever our emotional entanglements with the past. Only your actions, you lecherous wolf, can give Xiao Yi the sex she's always dreamed of; only when you and Xiao Yi are happy once can I repay my emotional debt to you and Xiao Yi, and only then can I find myself in the future." After saying this, my friend let out a long sigh of relief. It seems my arrival is necessary to offer them some help, to help them escape the predicament of their marriage. I must love Xiao Yi passionately once, giving her the caresses she deserves; I must love Xiao Yi passionately once, and also unload the burden from my friend's heart.

"I didn't want to come. Ever since we broke up in school, I haven't wanted to see you again. I thought our feelings would be buried in our marriages. But I was wrong. I discovered that our emotional entanglement arose precisely from the depths of that breakup, and it only grew stronger with time. I, too, have suffered emotional torment. Entrusting Xiao Yi to you, I don't know if it's an attempt to shirk responsibility or an escape from my emotions. Perhaps this time, we should put an end to that past relationship," I said. Yes, it's time to put an end to it. My friend nodded. Xiao Yi nodded too. Close friends share the same feelings; they both know what we should do. Perhaps, a dull marriage needs a passionate fire to ignite it!

I must be a mad wolf, to destroy the barriers in their hearts, to gnaw at the knots of emotion that bind their souls. So, I pulled Xiao Yi over and placed her on the bed, like offering her to a sacred goddess. I offered her my most sincere love. Xiao Yi opened herself up completely, as if a plain or a grassland had opened before me, waiting for my gallop and cultivation. Her limbs extended the emotions that had been confined for so long, spreading them in all directions. She tilted her chin back, keeping her fair neck stretched and taut, her breasts raised high towards the sky, as if questioning how fierce the rain of emotion from the heavens would be.

Xiao Yi opened the most mysterious place of a woman; the dark pubic hair and pink petals trembled nervously under my heavy breathing. I gave the flower a kiss; it trembled, dripping a string of glistening dewdrops, and Xiao Yi let out an anxious moan. My tongue traveled from bottom to top, traversing the white and tender path, stumbling and falling on the uneven surfaces, finally landing on her two fiery lips.

Xiao Yi bit my tongue, making me groan in pain. She commanded breathlessly: "Quickly!"

My manhood was already proudly erect, but the more I wanted to enter the heart of a woman, the less I could find the right path. I anxiously searched for a way in. My search and Xiao Yi's pursuit were bewildering and confusing; I couldn't enter for a long time. In my anxiety, the spring waters overflowed, the flowers were in disarray, and my masculine prowess was utterly useless. Xiao Yi looked at her husband, her eyes filled with pleading and encouragement. My friend understood immediately, reaching out to place my masculine desire on Xiao Yi's coveted vulva, then giving my hips a forceful push, propelling Xiao Yi and me to the peak of emotion and plunging

us into the hell of desire. Xiao Yi's body undulated beneath me like waves, actively responding to my onslaught, providing the power for repeated climaxes. Xiao Yi offered me her hidden highlands, her full, soft vulva full of elasticity, able to absorb all the force of my thrusts and provide the momentum for my return. It made my piston-like movements smooth and powerful.

The bedroom resounded with crisp, crackling sounds, sending Xiao Yi from the bed to the clouds. Xiao Yi groaned with pleasure and pain, gradually the cry in her throat could no longer be suppressed, and finally, a sound came out. I hoped Xiao Yi would call me, call my name, I knew she still thought of me and remembered me, and if she called me, I would respond with ten times the strength. But this time, to my disappointment, Xiao Yi called out her friend's name. She was calling for her husband, my friend. This disappointed me, but also brought me relief, because my power had finally brought Xiao Yi back to reality. She had to return to her own life, and couldn't live forever in longing for me.

I pulled out the pride that had seeped into Xiao Yi's body, and I felt that this place no longer belonged to me. I gave my place to my friend, and from then on, I gave my life to my friend. I truly gave Xiao Yi to my friend. From then on, they were them, and I was me; the entanglements of our emotions were severed. My friend confidently thrust his most masculine strength straight into Xiao Yi's core. Xiao Yi cried out and moaned with joy, writhing her body in ecstasy. Behind my friend, I made a few assisting movements, causing Xiao Yi to tremble wildly, her breasts bouncing like rabbits, her limbs stretching and curling, a blush spreading across her body, and two tears of happiness welling up in her hazy eyes. I knew that at that moment, Xiao Yi had opened the deepest gates of her body, opening them to her man.

I saw my friend rhythmically thrusting his strong, imposing member into Xiao Yi's cave, planting their love there, and streams of nutrient-rich fluid gushed out, nourishing the new life. Xiao Yi convulsed blissfully, sucking in and storing each seed. Her beautiful petals opened and closed powerfully, absorbing her happiness. I had completed my mission and returned from the south. I left while Xiao Yi and my friend were fast asleep; I didn't want to add to their pain of separation. Seeing their intertwined emotions and bodies, I felt gratified.

A few months later, they called to say they were having a child! I offered them my deepest blessings and gave them a passionate kiss over the phone.

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