Deep Temptation

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My husband and I work in the same company. He's a university graduate, hardworking and ambitious. He's been working here since 1993 and has long since risen to middle management. Me? I'm practically uneducated, only a junior high school graduate. As a child of someone working for my parents' company, I was sent to a vocational school for three years through a training program. After graduation, I came here to meet my husband.

While in school, I had a boyfriend, but we weren't assigned to the same place after graduation. However, this didn't affect my naive understanding of love.

Back then, influenced by Hong Kong martial arts films, I believed women should be "faithful to one man," like Mu Nianci in *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, who, even knowing Yang Kang was a villain, still created romance through pathos. The result was that he would come here to have sex with me whenever he had time, as if love was nothing more than sex. Later, it escalated to him demanding money after sex, taking advantage of me before leaving. Of course, we eventually broke up; to put it bluntly, I was used and dumped. But that wasn't all bad. At least what happened afterward led me to meet Lin Wen and become his wife.
Lin Wen was indeed a cultured man—capable, sophisticated, and humorous. I was quickly won over by him on his single bed in his dormitory.

I remember at the time, due to the terrible influence of my ex-boyfriend, who was already addicted to drugs, having sex with me so brazenly in the girls' dormitory, I felt inferior in front of Lin Wen. When he expressed difficulty putting his hand inside my pants, I quickly pulled them down myself. Perhaps it was this action, or other actions of my initiative, that seemed to give Lin Wen the upper hand from the start.

So, in the years that followed, whenever he wanted to have sex, regardless of whether I was tired, sleepy, or not in the mood, I instinctively complied and followed his instructions completely. For example, if he spread my legs, I knew he was going to climb on top, so I quickly spread my legs; if he nudged my buttocks from the side, I knew he wanted me to kneel down from behind. I was a passive woman by nature, and despite my past transgressions, he didn't hold a grudge and loved me so much. What reason did I have not to love him and obey him?

Habits become second nature. Besides, now that he's a leader, his authority should extend to the family. I didn't doubt my passive position; other couples are probably the same. It's only natural for a woman to make a man comfortable. Is there any difference? I don't know, and I haven't thought about it.

Let's not discuss that now. Let's go back to my story after marriage.

Our happy life as a couple continued until 1996. That year, I gave birth to my baby. My mother-in-law came to stay and take care of me during my postpartum period. The apartment allocated by my workplace housed the four of us, young and old, and even the coffee table was removed and replaced with a bed.

My husband went to the housing department to apply for a new apartment, but it was a large company with thousands of employees. There were hundreds of people queuing up for housing, and they were all watching closely. Even if we tried to pull strings, we couldn't even find a place to stand. After sending my mother-in-law back to her hometown, we continued to make do. This is the situation for young couples. Many people still live in the upper floors of the workers' dormitories and cook in the hallway. At least we had a kitchen; we should be content.

The

following spring, double happiness arrived. First, Lin Wen was promoted, and then, because he was a cadre, our housing was adjusted.

The house was large, over forty square meters, but the structure was poor; two households lived in one doorway. To the right of the entrance was the toilet, a single one shared by both families. Next to the toilet was the other family's kitchen, and side by side was our kitchen. Then, at a right angle to the main entrance was our bedroom door, while their bedroom door was on the left, directly opposite their kitchen.

The layout of the two houses was very similar: one room upon entering, and then a door in one wall leading to another room, a layout commonly known as a "through-hallway." However, our house was almost 10 square meters larger than theirs, so it felt like their house had been enlarged and given to us.

Our new neighbors were a couple five or six years older than us. Because we both worked and lived in the same factory, we had seen each other before, knew each other's names, but had never interacted or spoken.

The man's name was Li Jianbing. He was very handsome and energetic. Whenever you saw him on the street, he was always impeccably groomed, his clothes clean, his trousers perfectly pressed, and the creases clean. The woman's name was Sun Hui. She was slender and petite, with delicate features and was very beautiful. She and her husband looked very well-matched. After dinner, the factory residents liked to take a walk in the square, where they would often see the couple, sometimes with their child, looking very affectionate. People are all the same; we are interested in beautiful things, and we were no exception. We thought it would be great to have such a couple as neighbors.

We only knew them as a couple; we didn't know much about their background. We wondered if they were stingy or difficult. After all, we would be living in the same alley, going in and out of the kitchen and using the toilet. We were worried about whether we could accept and understand each other's personal habits arising from these daily details.

Lin Wen wasn't a talkative person. After moving in, she simply greeted them politely and then went about her life as usual. I'm an outgoing woman, and I imagined our two families would be like relatives, visiting each other for meals, playing cards, and having fun—a lively and enjoyable

experience. However, after a few days, I found they didn't reciprocate my warm greetings much. My husband explained that perhaps they felt uncomfortable or resentful; we're young, after all, why should we have a bigger room than them? Besides, men often have a competitive spirit. Didn't Li Jianbing feel that actively talking to someone younger than him who was a cadre seemed like flattery? I thought there was some truth to that, but I also believed Lin Wen's constant airs of a cadre were one of the reasons affecting our relationship. Fortunately,

in the following days, I found that apart from not being very close to us, they weren't petty or difficult. Even when I cleaned the toilet or mopped the hallway, or Sun Hui did extra work, they never showed any reaction. This was reassuring. Living together, as long as there aren't major problems, everyone should live their own lives. Why must we be so close? There's nothing wrong with that.

My child is over a year old and still occasionally needs to nurse in the middle of the night. My husband is busy with work and falls asleep like a log, so when the baby cries, I'm the one who has to get up to warm the milk or change the diaper.

I'd only been here for about a week. One night, I got up to warm up some milk for my baby, then lay down to feed him. He fell asleep while I was feeding him.

Just then, I vaguely heard a woman crying next door. The sound was very low, as if she was deliberately suppressing it, but she couldn't help but let it out. They were arguing in the middle of the night, crying and sobbing. Honestly, I turned off the light and lay down to sleep. But the faint crying continued, keeping me awake. The sound kept going until I got sleepy and drifted off to sleep, and even in my dreams, it seemed like someone was crying.

In the morning, I told Lin Wen about it, and he said which couple doesn't argue? He cursed at me, slapped me, and told me I wouldn't cry in the middle of the night either, that I was just worrying unnecessarily. I went to the kitchen to wash my face and brush my teeth, waiting for Sun Hui to come out. I quickly went out and bumped into her. She smiled and nodded at me. Except for slightly red eyes, she didn't seem to be arguing, because I immediately heard her call out to Li Jianbing, and her tone wasn't angry at all.

I work shifts, so I spend most of my daytime hours at home and could take care of the child, but I always have to work day shifts a couple of days, and then I can't take care of the child. So, since my maternity leave ended, I've hired a childcare provider. I drop the child off at their place every morning and pick them up after my shift ends in the afternoon. This is very convenient and gives me plenty of space and time to watch TV, do laundry, visit neighbors, and play mahjong

. Moving to the new house has been exciting; the change in environment and the increased space have been exhilarating. During the day, I love to tinker with the furniture and clean. My neighbor, Sun Hui, also works shifts, in the same workshop as me. I take over her shift, so I see her often when I'm off work. She lives alone, and I heard her child lives in the city with her grandmother, planning to send him to elementary school there.

I like my daytime rest; without men around, I can wear long underwear to the kitchen and bathroom like Sun Hui. But in the evenings, I have to be careful because Li Jianbing is home, and it's getting warmer, so wearing pants around the house isn't very convenient.

A few days later, I suddenly noticed that Sun Hui wasn't wearing trousers despite Lin Li's presence; she was still wearing long johns in the kitchen. Soon after, I also noticed that Li Jianbing, who was very conscious of his appearance, started wearing sweatpants. This reminded me, so when I went to the city, I bought two pairs of loose-fitting athletic long johns, and now my husband and I both had pajamas.
Li Jianbing was often in the kitchen; he seemed to be a very good cook. The aroma of dinner wafted through the kitchen, making my own cooking seem rather bland. He was always busy, working alone, while Sun Hui was responsible for washing the pots and pans—all the opposite of what we did. He didn't talk to me; if we bumped into each other, he'd at most smile, sometimes completely ignoring me. This made me a little awkward at first, but after a few days I got used to it, and he seemed very reliable.
To be honest, I had a crush on him. As a woman, frankly speaking, I feel a sense of closeness to people I like and want to get to know them.

One evening while making dinner, we ran out of garlic, so I went to ask Li Jianbing for some. He had some freshly picked garlic, and he bent down to take it out from under the table, then squatted down to give it to me.

When he stood up to hand it to me, an embarrassing thing happened: something was hanging from the crotch of his blue basketball shorts. It was rather large and fleshy, and I didn't realize it was his penis protruding; I even looked down to take a look. When I realized it, I was so ashamed that I quickly ran away. Luckily, he didn't do it on purpose and quietly brought the garlic over, placing it on the counter by the door.

Since we moved in, we noticed that their door was usually left open. We tried closing it a few times, opening and closing it repeatedly, which was inconvenient and seemed rather rude, so we just left it open. Later, we followed their example and hung a curtain around the door, since the main door was locked and there was no outside danger.

On the very night I borrowed the garlic, they closed their door early. Who would notice this? But when Lin Wen came back from the bathroom, he said he heard the neighbors arguing again, almost like they were fighting. I then noticed the door was closed, so I listened secretly and indeed heard Sun Hui crying, along with other noises. When I got back, I asked Lin Wen if we should go and try to mediate. He said it didn't sound too bad, so we shouldn't get involved . If the noise got louder, we could go over then.

This kind of hidden arguing between the couple happened frequently in their later life, and it seemed to follow a certain pattern, happening every few days or a week, just like the first time I observed. Afterwards, there were no lasting

consequences , and they remained very loving. ********** ... But the change in my sleep schedule made it hard for me to sleep at night. I'd get up to watch TV, but I'd keep the volume down so as not to disturb the kids, and I was so focused I could even see the commercials. On the third night after my husband left, I watched TV until 2 a.m., thinking that if I kept watching, I'd have a hard time at work during the day, so I went to the bathroom to go to sleep. Before I even reached the bathroom door, someone suddenly appeared—it was Li Jianbing, completely naked, with a thick, dark penis sticking out from his lower abdomen. This startled me so much I broke out in a cold sweat. I froze, not knowing what to do. He seemed equally bewildered, standing there motionless. After I came to my senses, I turned and ran, only realizing my heart was pounding in my chest when I blocked the door. I didn't dare go out. Lying there, I thought, "It's 2 a.m., he probably thought I was asleep, that's why he went to the bathroom naked." Trying to explain it to myself, I felt the urge to urinate even stronger. I held it in and tried, but I couldn't take it anymore. So I secretly opened the door to observe. The hallway light was on all night, but their house was dark and the door was closed, making me wonder if what I had just seen was a hallucination. After going to the bathroom, my mind was filled with images of Li Jianbing's naked body. It looked so strange not wearing clothes, and his erection was quite frightening, so out of proportion with his body. Things that are out of proportion look strange and scary. Just then, I heard a sound—still crying, and some noise—intermittently continuing. I was used to the sound; it even helped me fall asleep, and I started to feel drowsy. In the morning, afraid of running into Li Jianbing, I wanted to wait for him to finish washing up before going to the kitchen. After waiting for a while with no movement, worried about being late for work because I had to take the kids to school, I reluctantly went to the kitchen to wash up. As soon as I came out, I bumped into Li Jianbing. He acted as if nothing had happened, rubbing his eyes as he went to the bathroom. For two days, I kept thinking about that night. Then I thought, since we lived together, awkward situations like that were bound to happen. If we cared so much, how could we be neighbors? So I felt much better. ... But a few days later, something similar happened again. It wasn't even nine o'clock yet; the sun hadn't even set. I went to the toilet. The door was ajar, meaning no one was inside; if someone was, they would lock it from the inside. Just as I opened the door, I saw Li Jianbing standing inside, naked from the waist down, facing me. His engorged, red penis looked like a strange snake raising its head, gesturing towards me. I had always thought of the toilet as empty, so the sudden appearance of someone was frightening. Add to that his posture—a one-eyed snake—and I turned and ran. The toilet was small; men urinate facing inwards. Was it really appropriate for him to be so strangely poking the toilet bowl and urinating outwards? Afterwards, I started to realize that this neighbor might have a problem. Was he interested in me? Had he taken a liking to me? Was he trying to molest me? Would he rape me? Thinking about all this, I became even more frightened. Watching my child playing carefree in the large washbasin, and knowing someone was bullying him while my husband was away, I felt a lump in my throat. A moment later, the doorbell rang, and I heard Sun Hui's voice as she returned. I felt a little relieved and went to the bathroom. When I came out, I ran into Li Jianbing again. He was all dressed smartly and about to leave. He didn't react at all when he saw me, even more nonchalant than usual. He smiled at me, nodded, and left politely. Was it another hallucination? How could such a good man do that? I preferred to believe I was the problem, so when I got back, my mind kept switching between the two images from before, trying to explain the illusion with various reasons. Maybe he was looking at something in the bathroom—his own genitals? My husband sometimes studies the structure of his foreskin. Or maybe he was trying to hint at something; I wonder if any man likes a woman using that thing to hint. Thinking about this, my face involuntarily began to burn. It's good that someone likes you, so I thought of that penis. Thinking about this made my mind blurry; I could only imagine it was very large and reddish, maybe even a little black, but I didn't know what it looked like. It seemed like something I imagined, unreal, so it had no shape. When I came to my senses, I was soaking wet down there, soaking the sofa. How could I be so lewd, thinking about these things? I changed channels to watch TV, but I couldn't calm down. I went over to pull the laundry tub and play with the baby. His cute little face was chubby, and I hugged him and kissed him a couple of times. All the messy thoughts disappeared. At eleven o'clock, the baby fell asleep. I put him in the crib in the inner room, settled him down, closed the door, and went out to continue watching TV. The TV was loud, and since the baby was asleep, it was cool to leave the door open, but I was afraid of disturbing the neighbors, so I turned the volume down. As soon as I turned it down, I heard a sound coming from next door. I listened carefully; it wasn't loud. I went to the door and listened carefully, and I heard noises coming from next door. My curiosity was immediately piqued. What were they doing? So I took off my slippers and quietly went down the hallway. Their door wasn't closed, and the curtain was billowing in the wind like a sail. As I got closer, the sounds became clearer—unmistakably the sounds of lovemaking. There were slight creaks from the furniture, and Sun Hui was moaning rhythmically, interspersed with words of pleasure or discomfort. I hadn't had sex in a long time, and even in my heightened state of thuggish excitement, I was already aroused by those sounds. My heart pounded. I wanted to leave but couldn't bear to; I wanted to look but lacked the courage to move forward. So I reached down and began rubbing my genitals through my pants. The more I rubbed, the more aroused I became, and the bolder I grew. I figured they must be in the suite; the sounds would be louder outside. So I mustered my courage and stepped forward. There was no one on the sofa, the TV was on, and a little further on, I could see the window—sure enough, they were in the bedroom.

At their doorstep, the sounds were much louder; you could hear the "slap slap" of the slapping. The sounds were leisurely and unhurried, while Sun Hui's moans were rhythmic "oh...oh..." that came before the next slap.

Suddenly she spoke: "Be quiet, they can hear us outside."

"So what if they can hear us?" Li Jianbing's voice was ambiguous, whether it was an answer or a question, but the "slap slap" quickened.

Sun Hui was clearly enjoying herself; the "slap" sounded unpleasant. My hand naturally quickened its movements, the pleasure spreading, my lower body expanding, as if someone was blowing air into it, making it feel increasingly empty, uncomfortably empty. At that moment, Li Jianbing's blurry penis began to sway before my eyes, the image of him naked after emerging from the toilet. If I turned my backside towards him, it would fit perfectly. If I had been naked back then, would I be like them now inside?

Suddenly, Sun Hui cried out "Ouch!" loudly, startling me so much I almost turned and ran away.

I heard her voice say, "Okay, please, go close the door, it looks bad..."

Before she finished speaking, there was a loud "smack," followed by several more.

I ran away as fast as I could, not even knowing how I got back. My overflowing desire was terrified by the noise. They probably found out I was eavesdropping. What should I do? Will they come in? I tried to find the remote to change the channel, but I didn't know where I had put it. I grabbed a rag and pretended to wipe the coffee table.

After wiping the coffee table several times, I found the remote. I randomly pressed some channels and gradually calmed down, but then I realized they were still going on. I could hear them even from my side. Sun Hui was moaning like she was crying, sobbing. It must have been the moment Li Jianbing penetrated her that the connection was severed.

Now I understood. I chuckled to myself. As Lin Wen said, I was worrying unnecessarily.

The sounds of their lovemaking grew louder and louder. I could hear them clearly. I guessed they might have moved to the living room.

"They're so bold!" I thought, and my desire was rekindled. In my own territory, where there was no danger, I reached inside to touch myself. My lower body was wet, and my fingers slid in, but the shorts holding them in weren't enough. My curtain was like a sail, and through the gaps I could see the corner of the kitchen door outside. It seemed like I was in danger of being seen, so I quietly went over and slowly pulled the door shut, not completely closed, but left it ajar so I couldn't hear anything. So I pulled down my shorts a little and started masturbating.

Sun Hui's "crying" would sometimes suddenly rise a few times, and these cries were particularly stimulating. I stuck two fingers in and dug, but it still wasn't enough. I saw the baby's toy phone on the coffee table, picked up the receiver, and inserted it. It actually went in! I pulled it back and forth a couple of times and came. The writhing of my lower body caused one of my legs, which was propped up on the sofa, to twitch until it ached.

The next door was still going on. My lower body was sticky, and I wanted to go to the kitchen to get some water to wash, but I was afraid of startling them, so I just watched TV with half my buttocks exposed. About ten minutes later, there was no sound. I guessed they were finished, so I pulled up my shorts and deliberately made a loud noise to signal them to leave.

I didn't bring water; I closed the kitchen door, washed myself

, and then came back. I wanted to watch TV for a while after I got back, but I felt sleepy. I turned off the light and lay down, but then I heard Sun Hui's "crying" coming through the wall again. That guy is really capable; no wonder Sun Hui is so thin

.

I envied her, and then I remembered my curiosity and speculation from a while ago, which I found quite amusing.

I laughed in the dark and then fell asleep. ＊ ... So I thought of Li Jianbing next door, but it had been quiet there for the past few nights. If Sun Hui could just "cry" for a while, I think I could solve the problem.

It's strange how people are; once you have this thought and it's not satisfied, you'll keep thinking about it. A few days later, I was in a bad mood, irritable, and inexplicably got into arguments with colleagues at work. When I got home, I saw Li Jianbing busy in the kitchen and felt the urge to borrow something. I held back; I didn't know what he was thinking, and besides, it would be so embarrassing if he took that thing out again .

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Soon, Li Jianbing's embarrassing behavior—whether
he was expressing something or not—was displayed again. A few days later, one night, Sun Hui was working the night shift and wasn't home. The lights in the neighbor's house went out for some reason, so the curtain was lifted, and he appeared at my door. He was wearing loose gray fleece shorts, and his limp penis was sticking out from the opening of the men's pants. The thing was very conspicuous; I saw it immediately. I panicked, not knowing what he wanted.

He, however, seemed oblivious to the fact that his thing was sticking out. He remained standing in the doorway, looking at me with a vacant gaze, and said, "Could I use your screwdriver?"

I tried to look at him, but I could still see it out of the corner of my eye. Not knowing where to look, I nervously glanced towards the kitchen and stammered, "It's in the kitchen, I think! I don't know."

"Help me look!" He seemed nervous too.

I tried to go into the kitchen, but he blocked my way. I walked to the TV, but felt too close to him, so I went behind the coffee table. He noticed, lowered the curtain, and went out. I quickly followed. Opening the kitchen door, I turned around, and there he was, right behind me. The thing was trying to get into my eyes, as if I couldn't escape it. Shy, nervous, and completely at a loss, I pointed to the small toolbox under the table and ran around him.
When I came back, I quickly hugged my baby, thinking that if he did anything, at least he should consider my child.
A moment later, the TV next door came on. He came over to return the screwdriver, still standing in the doorway, his pants zipped up. I felt much better and dared to look at him. He said "thank you" to me with a dazed look. After he left, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling at ease, but also a little melancholy, like a loss, or perhaps disappointment. I couldn't quite

put my finger on what I was disappointed in. The baby cried to sleep, so I lay on the bed and fed him an empty nipple. He sucked on it with a "plop plop" sound, and I put my hand inside my genitals.

Li Jianbing's penis must be big. It's not as intimidating when it's soft as it is when it's hard. I don't remember him when he's hard, but I definitely saw his soft one just now—fat, like a giant, obese maggot. Why does he always show this to me? It's happened so many times, definitely not unintentionally. Can't he just come in and talk to me properly? I want to talk to him. This little thing only knows how to eat, eat, and then sleep. I need someone to talk to. If he could just talk to me and then take it out to ask for it, even if I didn't give it to him, wouldn't he be able to force me?

Suddenly, I thought of Lin Wen and felt sorry for him. If Li Jianbing really wanted it, I definitely wouldn't give it to him, but if he forced me, then there was nothing I could do. Thinking about this, I felt shameless and lewd, but my hand quickened its pace, rubbing myself until I was very wet.

The baby was asleep, and I felt the urge to pee from masturbating, so I went to the toilet. I didn't pee much, and afterwards, I was still having wild thoughts, wondering if I could run into Li Jianbing. I opened the door, but didn't see him. I walked back, determined to peek at what he was doing as I passed his house. Just as I reached his door, Li Jianbing came out. I'll never forget that scene. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, his lower body was bare, and the dark hair between his legs blurred the rest of his body. I froze, my mind blank. He glanced at me, walked past me, and went straight into his kitchen.
I was furious. What kind of person is this? Everyone has a sense of shame! Does he think I'm invisible?

My pent-up resentment finally burst forth. I turned around, took a step to his kitchen doorway, and yelled, "What are you doing? Trying to be a pervert? If you have no shame, get out of here! If you want to sleep with me, come on over..."

He was carrying a plate of leftovers, and my sudden barrage of curses startled him so much that he was caught off guard. This usually energetic man instantly transformed; his back was hunched, his legs bent, his face ashen, and he was trembling uncontrollably. Looking at him, he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and was completely naked—a comical and pathetic sight. Just then, the plate fell to the floor with a loud crash. I went limp, as if deflated, losing all courage to continue my tirade.

The baby cried, and I ran inside to check on him, still fuming. I lay down to try and soothe him to sleep, but then I worried that he might come to his senses and attack me. So I went back down to lock the door before finally calming the baby down. Once things

quieted down, I felt a chill. Had I taken the wrong medicine? How could I have been so bold as to curse a man who wanted to rape me? The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. Why hadn't he hit me? Judging by his demeanor, rape was the least of my worries; I was lucky he hadn't given me a good beating.

All night I kept an eye on what was happening next door. Around midnight, I heard the front door open, and Sun Hui walked in in her high heels. Only then did I feel relieved and go to sleep.

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I woke up late in the morning, and the nanny couldn't wait any longer, so she came to pick me up herself. I dumped the house on her, wiped my face, and ran out. As I was leaving, Li Jianbing came out of the kitchen, saw me walking out, and "whoosh," he scurried back inside.

Even more ridiculous was what happened after I got off work that evening. Li Jianbing just stayed in the kitchen cooking and didn't come out. For the first time, he strangely called Sun Hui to bring the food.

I was busy with my own things, and only after I finished and brought the food to the living room did I realize he had quickly gone into his bedroom.
Seriously? Do men get this scared? I felt a little guilty, but then I thought, what did he do wrong? Was he supposed to walk around naked in the hallway? It wasn't like it was his family's house. On the other hand, he was probably afraid of being embarrassed if word got out; after all, it's no different from being a pervert. If you want to say something, you don't need to pull down your pants and scare me. Show some respect; it's not like I'm unwilling.

For several days in a row, Li Jianbing avoided me like a thief, but at night he would start tormenting Sun Hui, making love with the door locked and in a low voice, just like I had overheard

when I first moved in, continuing until midnight. The more he avoided me, the more guilty I felt, feeling that I had scolded him too harshly that day. This guilt felt like I owed him something, and remembering that day, I felt sorry for him. So, when they were making love at night , I

started to feel restless again. After finishing her night shift, Sun Hui worked two more long night shifts, and after two days of rest, she started her day shift. ********** ... After recognizing me, Li Jianbing opened the door and stood neatly dressed in the doorway, his eyes darting around to the back of my head, unsure of my intentions. Not knowing what to say, I pointed to the kitchen in the back and said, "Sorry about that day." His face flushed instantly, and he hurriedly backed away, trying to invite me in but unable to say anything. His house was small; the TV, sofa, and table in the living room were crammed around the coffee table. I walked from the space beside the coffee table to the armchair and sat down, pretending to look at their wedding photo hanging above the TV to relax myself. It was a recent photo, very new, and they both looked handsome and dashing. Turning around, Li Jianbing was getting me a glass of water, his back to me, the seam of his pants so straight it practically glued to his buttocks. I liked the way he dressed; he looked handsome even from behind. But why did he have to take his clothes off to show me? It was indecent, and now the atmosphere was tense and awkward. Thinking about this, I felt I should say something, so before he faced me, I said, "I scolded you too harshly that day, please don't..." He suddenly interrupted me, "No, I...I..." I didn't know what he was trying to say. Looking at him, I saw his face was flushed red, even his neck was swollen, and the cup of hot water I'd handed him on the coffee table was soaked through. After pouring the water, he wanted me to sit on the large sofa, as the small sofa was out of the way, a polite gesture to a guest. I didn't move, and he remained standing, looking around the house. I asked him what he was looking for, and he said he didn't know where he'd put a small stool. I knew he wanted to go into the bedroom to look for it, but I was sitting by the door, and he was afraid to go in. It was strange, really; I'd only scolded him a couple of times, why was he so afraid of me? Watching his behavior, I wanted to laugh. I offered him a seat, and he finally sat on the three-seater sofa, as if he were in my house, not his own. He didn't say anything. I expected him to explain something, but he was intently watching the TV. I started to get bored and feel awkward, so I got up, said goodbye, and left. After that, he seemed to get better. He stopped greeting me, but he stopped avoiding me. Sun Hui didn't know about this, so every time I ran into Li Jianbing, it felt like we had some secret. He never showed me anything by being naked again. Everything became normal, but it was also boring. At night, whenever Sun Hui was around, there would be varying degrees of "crying" sounds, making it hard for me to fall asleep. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊A little over a month later, Lin Wen came back. Maybe he had been holding back for too long. The first time he came, he ejaculated after only a few thrusts. After resting, he came again, but it still didn't last long. However, I still had an orgasm while just brushing against him. When I slept close to him, I grabbed his penis. It was soft. I felt it with my palm; it wasn't very big or fat. I imagined Li Jianbing's fat penis hanging outside his pants, and my desire rekindled. So I started to masturbate, and it began to get hard, but I was too embarrassed to say what I wanted. A week after Lin Wen left, I started feeling horny again. It wasn't Li Jianbing who sparked this thought, but Sun Hui. That night, she was washing clothes by the kitchen door wearing only her panties. I went to the kitchen, and when I came out, Sun Hui was bending over, rinsing clothes in a large basin. She had her back to me. Her buttocks weren't very big, but I could vaguely see inside from the side of her loose panties. It was red, even the edges were a little red. I hadn't paid much attention at first, but when I came back to breastfeed the baby, I could still hear her rinsing clothes, and I remembered what I had seen earlier. She and Li Jianbing were really a couple, always showing their genitals. What was there to show off? Her buttocks weren't big, and they were pointed. Why was it so red there? Had Li Jianbing just done it to her? Li Jianbing's fleshy penis immediately popped into my mind. It was so thick. It would be strange if it didn't turn red when it poked Sun Hui's thin buttocks. Thinking about these things, my hand was already touching my crotch. After the baby fell asleep, I went out to watch TV. There was nothing good on TV. The curtain was billowing, and the light outside was brighter than inside. I tilted my head to look outside, but the curtain inappropriately fell down. It was incredibly hot, so I opened the window all the way, turned off the lights, and lay down on the sofa to watch TV. It was still uncomfortable; my shorts were very tight. Looking around, I felt only the TV was providing light, so I just lay there and took off my shorts too. That felt much more comfortable and cooler. After a while, I heard Sun Hui calling Li Jianbing. She'd probably washed the sheets and blankets and was calling him to come out and help wring them out. I quickly pressed my head against the sofa and peered through the fluttering curtains. I couldn't see anything. Undeterred, I pulled myself up onto the sofa and lowered my head further. Finally, I saw Sun Hui's feet. Further down, almost touching the floor, I saw Sun Hui's buttocks and Li Jianbing's lower body, but nothing was showing through his loose shorts. Although it wasn't as stimulating as I'd expected, staring at that area, I could vaguely sense that it was full and had a noticeable protrusion. Even though the annoying curtains were fluttering and blocking my view, I was already aroused and feeling something. My neck ached from stretching my head, so I climbed up and lay down, keeping my eyes fixed on the curtain while my hand started masturbating down there.

Sun Hui seemed anxious, urging Li Jianbing on before going into the room. I couldn't see anything, and hearing their conversation made it hard to concentrate; my interest was waning. But for some reason, I didn't want it to end like this. Like a child again, I took off my underwear and kicked it off, lying naked. The leather sofa clung to my skin, making it feel like my buttocks were being pulled when I moved. I was still sweating, but the breeze coming in from the window felt cool and strangely comfortable on my genitals. Spreading my legs wider made it feel even better. It turned out

Sun Hui was working the night shift. She had told Li Jianbing to finish washing the clothes he hadn't yet washed, then left the room and opened the front door.

Knowing that only Li Jianbing was left in the hallway, I immediately felt a surge of arousal. Looking at myself, the peripheral vision from the TV screen made my genitals appear pale. Suddenly, I had a desire to be naked, so I quietly got up, took off my t-shirt, and then unhooked my bra and threw it aside.

I rarely do this. Even when I'm having sex with Lin Wen, I only take my clothes off during sex and put them back on afterwards. Once, I even washed my underwear and had nothing to wear, so I slept naked and couldn't sleep. I finally found a pair of Lin Wen's big shorts and put them on to stop. But what's wrong with me today? Why am I having these thoughts? I don't feel uncomfortable at all; it's almost like I'm experiencing a sense of complete liberation and freedom from constraints.

The wind is stronger than before, and the curtain is swaying more, so I can occasionally see Li Jianbing's back to me again. His woolen shorts are made of very soft fabric, making his buttocks stand out naturally. This immediately aroused me again, and I reached out to touch his genitals. They were dry, and when I spread my fingers and inserted them, they immediately started flowing with moisture.
Just then, something unexpected happened. A gust of wind blew in through the window, suddenly lifting my curtains off. Oh my god, Li Jianbing turned around and was staring at me without any cover!

I froze on the sofa, forgetting to pull my hand out of my crotch. I felt like he was about to come over and rape me. Shame and helplessness surged up, tearing at my heart and scratching at my lungs, even affecting my genitals. I endured this torment until the curtain drifted down like a ghost, and my body, heart, lungs, and genitals all followed. At that moment, my genitals spasmed, and I clearly felt a "whoosh" as something flowed out.

This was the most inexplicable orgasm I had ever experienced; though not intense, it kept me convulsing for a full five minutes. Whether

Li Jianbing told Sun Hui or not, I don't know, but I'm sure he didn't tell anyone else, because I knew I held his secret, and he wouldn't dare to act rashly. Besides, I psychologically dominated him, as evidenced by the fact that he didn't dare approach me that night when he saw my body.

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