Cohabitation and exchange, a story of love and loyalty -- repost

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(I read this novel before and thought it was very well-written. I felt it would be a great pity to miss it, so I'm sharing it with you all. I hope you enjoy it.) My husband, Kang Jie, and I both graduated from university in 2000. These days, it's hard for college graduates to find jobs, and we were no exception. We met through an introduction and got married in 2001. Our married life was very happy, but we were both restless people. In 2001, starting our own business had become fashionable, especially in Beijing. That summer, after discussing it, we quit our jobs and went to Beijing to start our own business. Before going to Beijing, we had already found jobs at the same company. However, when we arrived in Beijing and tried to rent an apartment, we encountered unexpected difficulties. Apartments close to the company were too expensive, and those further away were inconvenient to get to. The rent was simply unaffordable for our salaries, and staying in hotels long-term was out of the question. Just when we were at our wits' end, we ran into my college classmate, Xu Jian, on the street. He was also in Beijing with his beautiful wife, Xiao Yuan, trying his luck. We all faced the same problem, and in desperation, we thought of sharing an apartment, so that the rent would be affordable for both of us. We quickly found a place that was close to both of our workplaces, the rent was reasonable, and it was a unit with a balcony on the fourth floor of the top floor. We arranged a time to go see the apartment, but when we got there, we were stunned. There was only one room, similar to a standard hotel room, except for a tiny kitchen that was barely big enough for two people to turn around in. How could two couples live like this? We hesitated, but the rent and the convenience of commuting made it hard to give up. After discussing it, we reluctantly moved in, dividing the room in two with a T-shaped curtain and creating a passageway outside. We agreed to have someone board up the partition when we had a little more money. But that was just an excuse; our real thought was to establish ourselves first and quickly earn enough money to rent our own rooms. Four people crammed into a room of less than 20 square meters—it was definitely inconvenient. People today can't even imagine the difficulties we faced back then. Cooking, using the toilet, and showering were all extremely difficult. The room was so small that the two beds were almost touching; you had to be very quiet to turn over in bed, let alone have any intimate relations. We were newlyweds, so it was natural to have those impulses and needs. But we were both highly educated, and although we were open-minded, it was still something we couldn't openly discuss. Unlike renting a room, we couldn't discuss these things together. We were both very distressed, but we didn't know how to solve it. A week later, my husband and I came home from get off work to find a bulging plastic bag hanging on the door. Opening it, we found it filled with snacks, two movie tickets, and a note: "Sorry, we're treating you two to a movie, but we have some personal matters to attend to at home. Please treat us another time. Best regards." We were both a little dumbfounded, but my husband figured it out first. He laughed and called into the house, "We won't be back before ten, don't worry, take your time." My classmate's voice came from inside: "Thanks!" I still asked stupidly, "What are they doing?" My husband laughed without answering, put his arm around my shoulder, and led me outside, saying, "Silly girl, doing your couple's homework!" My face flushed instantly, and somehow, I felt aroused too. Watching the movie, I imagined them rolling around in bed, completely oblivious to what was actually happening; my mind was blank. Just after nine o'clock, the movie ended, and we wandered aimlessly through the streets, hand in hand. Around 9:30, my husband's phone rang. It was a text from my classmate: "The room is ready, please come home." We both breathed a sigh of relief and hurried home. When we got back, they were already asleep, probably to avoid embarrassment. A few days later, one afternoon, my husband and I ate out after get off work. We got home close to 8:00, but they weren't there. There was a note on the table: "Our company is having a party, we'll be back around 10:00." There was also a condom under the note. My husband and I glanced at each other and hugged, kissing and undressing. Soon, we were naked in bed. We were both incredibly excited. My husband's hands were trembling as he put on the condom. We started without even turning off the light; it was the first time we'd made love with the lights on. My husband quickly entered me, and the long-lost pleasure made me tremble uncontrollably. Perhaps because it had been so long since we'd done it, my husband ejaculated quickly, but I was still extremely excited. My husband didn't pull out; he kept sucking and licking my earlobes, neck, and nipples—sensitive spots. I became even more excited, writhing and feeling unbearably itchy all over. My husband got hard again, and finally, I exploded with pleasure—a feeling I'd never experienced since we got married. We made love like this for over an hour, both of us drenched in sweat, the sheets stained with a large, wet human-shaped pattern. Looking at the clock, it was past nine. Although I wanted to continue our intimacy, the thought of them coming home soon made me reluctantly separate and get up. My husband went to boil water, and I busied myself changing the sheets. After our "couples' bath" and changing, it was almost ten. Seeing they still hadn't returned, my husband texted them, and I cleaned up the mess left by our passion. Not long after, they came back. Seeing the sheets soaking in the basin, they gave us a sly smile. Perhaps women are especially beautiful after a blissful experience, and I'm naturally a pretty girl. Xiaoyuan joked with me in the kitchen, "Happy women become even more beautiful." I teased back, "It's a pity I didn't get to see your happy face that day. When will I get to see it too?" And so, we tacitly looked after each other. Later, the weather got colder, and being outside was truly unbearable. No one wanted to let someone else wander around aimlessly, so we returned to our previous helpless state. Unsatisfied, I became somewhat irritable. At home, I would try to suppress my feelings, but when I was outside, I would vent on my husband, yelling that I regretted coming to Beijing. He silently endured it. After venting, I would feel sorry for him and regret it. One night, I was awakened by a low, peculiar moaning sound—they were making love?! I listened intently, and sure enough, the sound was coming from that direction. Looking at my husband, I saw he was already awake, making love. Before I could speak, my husband covered my mouth with his hand and wrapped his other arm around me. Hearing the moans and the creaking of the bed, my husband and I couldn't resist any longer. His hand slipped inside my nightgown, kneading my breasts, and my hand slipped inside his underwear, grasping his already erect penis. Neither of us dared to make a sound. Finally, it quieted down on the other side, but my husband and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, yet we dared not do anything. After that night of eavesdropping, my husband and I began cautiously repeating the same trick in the latter half of the night. Later, they must have found out, but everyone pretended not to know, and no one joked or teased each other about it. We understood each other implicitly, and there were fewer reservations. The time for sex gradually shifted from waiting until the other side was quiet until around 10 pm, a normal rest time. Sometimes, when both sides were doing it together, listening to the other side's sounds was even more stimulating and exciting. Later, we even stopped lowering our voices when we moaned. And so, both couples lived happily in peace, and a major problem that had been troubling us was easily resolved. Thinking back to that feeling, it felt like an affair. Sex should have some mystery to be attractive and alluring. An unexpected embarrassment changed and strengthened the relationship between our two families. Almost a year has passed since we came to Beijing. We've taken care of each other and are very grateful for each other's kindness, always wanting to find an opportunity to thank each other. My classmate's birthday is in a few days, and it happens to be a Saturday. His wife suggested they host a small birthday celebration at home for the four of us, and the suggestion was immediately approved. That day, the two of us women agreed to meet at the market after work, buying a lot of raw and cooked food. My classmate brought a case of beer, and my husband bought a large bottle of champagne. While we cooked, the two men chatted inside. It's sad to think that after almost a year together, the pressure of work and our living conditions have meant we've never had a proper time to sit down and talk. When the food arrived, we lifted the curtain between us, and the food was placed on a makeshift "table" made of two stools between the two beds. We wished each other well and opened the champagne and beer. June in Beijing is unbearably hot, and with no air conditioning and two fans constantly blowing, our clothes were soon completely soaked. We drank, but didn't feel particularly uncomfortable. The increased sweating actually felt quite refreshing. Xiaoyuan and I were completely soaked; the patterns on our bras were clearly visible through our damp shirts, which was rather embarrassing. We went to the bathroom to change into T-shirts, and I even took off my bra. When I came out, I noticed she had taken it off too. Both of us men were shirtless at some point. They never used to go shirtless in front of strangers, but today, perhaps due to happiness, the alcohol, and the hot weather, neither of us thought anything of it. I was surprised to find that my old classmate was incredibly muscular and masculine; I had never paid any attention to him back in school.By 11 p.m., the alcohol was all gone, and everyone was a bit drunk. Xiaoyuan staggered to boil water, and we took turns, groggily wiping ourselves down before returning to our respective "big tents" to sleep. I had drunk too much beer, and with the added champagne, my mind was hazy. I kept getting up in the middle of the night, my head constantly spinning. Once, I got up and there was someone in the toilet. I leaned against the door and mumbled, "Who's in there?" The door opened, and Xiaoyuan staggered out, saying indistinctly, "I can't even remember how many times I've gotten up." After leaving the toilet, I leaned against the wall and groggily returned to my tent. I saw two people lying on the bed, so I quickly went to another tent, lay down next to the sleeping man, and fell asleep holding him. Strangely enough, I didn't get up again that night. Around 10 a.m., I woke up, still groggy. I opened my eyes and saw that everything around me was unfamiliar. I looked at the man beside me and suddenly became completely awake. I screamed in shock. Then, a scream came from the other bed—it turned out we two women had slept in the wrong beds last night! I rushed out, almost bumping into Xiaoyuan. Back in my own bed, I hugged my stunned husband and burst into tears. My husband, regaining his composure, patted my shoulder and comforted me, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, you just drank too much! Come on, it's time to get up." My classmate was also trying to comfort his crying wife. The men's comforting words calmed us down, and we all got up and started cleaning up the mess we'd made last night. The two men chatted and laughed, even making plans to go to the bookstore that afternoon. We two women worked together seamlessly in the kitchen washing the dishes, neither of us saying a word. Then, we heard the two men inside teasing each other: "The feminist movement has invaded China! Our wives have swapped us!" They laughed loudly. We looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh too. We both wanted to ease the awkwardness, so I made small talk by saying, "I was his classmate for four years and never even thought about him, but this happened. But honestly, your husband's muscles are quite muscular." She continued, "Your husband isn't bad either. His muscles aren't very developed, but his skin is smooth and soft, which is nice! Last night I thought it was strange; I thought it was because he drank alcohol and his skin became swollen and smooth!" I joked, "Looks like we've both gotten what we wanted?" She joked back, "Since you're so satisfied with him, why don't we go with them this afternoon?" "Let's go out together and switch husbands, so you can experience what it's like to stroll around with someone else's husband." "Sure!" Just then, my husband asked from inside, "What are you two girls plotting?" Xu Jian added, "We went to a professional bookstore, why are you two making a fuss?" Xiao Yuan retorted, "Don't talk to me about professional stuff, as if you're the only ones who went to university. It's settled, whether you like it or not!" After lunch, it was so hot inside that it was unbearable. Xiao Yuan and I endured the heat and boiled water for the sweaty men so they could quickly wash up and go downstairs to cool off. We also wanted to take a shower, especially since we hadn't washed our sweaty clothes from last night, and if we didn't, we wouldn't have any to change into. ≈Swamp familiar bestowed upon the road play, Yi sledge ┛home yellow quail swamp 5 tension reef coughing and swamping ⌒〉eye occupying the sparse tassels and slurping lang stagnation , close to the chariot and the chariot, restore ?stirring and blowing, ?yi sledge the stall and stir the shimmering beard edge thumb color? I asked her, "How's your husband in that area?" "He's great! The best part is when he's about to ejaculate, that super hard feeling is amazing! What about your husband?" "My husband's foreplay is good, but he's short-lived. I'm still getting into it when he ejaculates. He knows it, so he doesn't go to sleep after he comes, he keeps stimulating me until I'm satisfied. Sometimes we can even do it twice." "My husband rarely does foreplay, he just goes in right away, and it always hurts me. Luckily, he lasts a long time, so I gradually get into the mood. If they could take turns, it would be so much better!" I joked, "How about switching?" "Shameless! How can you even say that?" She slapped me and laughed. I retorted, "Anyway, you've already hugged my husband, and I've hugged yours, what's the big deal!" Then, mimicking her tone, I said, "It's settled then, whether it works or not!" After a bit of playful banter, we changed our clothes and came out. We went out onto the street, arm in arm with our husbands, chatting and laughing as we walked towards the bookstore. Xu Jian and I walked side by side in the middle. We hadn't gone far when I felt tired and suggested we rest. The two men disagreed, so I took my husband's arm with one hand and Xu Jian's with the other, trying to get back at them. Xiao Yuan called out, "Aren't you being too greedy?" I said, "What's wrong with that? You're stingy! I'll give him to you, is that fair?" Saying this, I pushed my husband towards her, pulled her hand off Xu Jian's arm, and dragged Xu Jian away from them. I laughed and said, "From now on, we've changed husbands." "Change is fine, what's the big deal!" She also unceremoniously took my husband's arm and said in a coquettish voice, "'Second husband,' let's go, okay?" "Are you kidding me? I've only ever heard of men having three wives and four concubines, I've never heard of women having 'two husbands'!" my husband protested. "There's nothing we can do, times have changed, we've entered a feminist society now, haven't we?! Look at these two little feminists, sigh!" Xu Jian replied, then sighed again and said to me, "Sigh! 'Second wife,' I guess I've resigned myself to it!"... We walked to the bookstore laughing and joking like that, calling each other "second husband" and "second wife" all the way. I don't know why we were so happy at the time. Time passed happily, and we lived happily. That summer, tank tops became popular, and she and I each bought two sets. Women are quite contradictory; they want to be trendy but are afraid of being criticized. We definitely wouldn't dare wear them to work, and they weren't allowed to either. We could only wear them at home or when we went out together, but this inadvertently caused trouble for her and me. Men are all the same; they don't feel anything when their own wives dress revealingly, but when they see other men's wives dressed a little too provocatively, they start to have associations. My husband and Xu Jian were no exception. My husband often unconsciously stares at Xiaoyuan's exposed shoulders and high breasts, while Xu Jian also pretends to casually glance at my breasts and thighs, especially after we two women shower before bed, when we've both taken off our bras and our nipples are particularly noticeable and faintly visible. We're used to brushing our teeth in the kitchen, but it's too small. With the stove and pots, it's difficult for two people to pass each other, and the sink is infuriatingly located in the middle. If they want to pass behind us, we have to try our best to lean against the sink, and even if they try to lean back, there's still a moment when we need to press tightly together. It wasn't a problem before, but ever since we started wearing tank tops and shorts, I can almost always feel my classmate's hard penis pressing against my crotch, which makes me blush every time I come out. My husband is the same; several times I've seen my classmate's wife come out of the kitchen with a red face. There's really nothing we can do; we can't rush it, we can't get angry, and after a while, we just helplessly get used to it. One Sunday noon, my classmate and his wife went shopping, and the husband, finding the house too hot, went to the company to practice his computer skills. After showering, thinking that my husband and I weren't home, I sat on a small stool without wearing a bra and washed the clothes my husband and I had changed out of. Suddenly, Xu Jian returned and stared intently at my chest. It turned out that I was sitting low, and the tank top had a wide opening, so from above, my breasts were completely exposed. "Forgot something?" "Nothing, I ran into my wife's best friend, and we went shopping for clothes together. She wouldn't let me come, so she sent me back." Seeing him standing there motionless for a while, I suddenly realized what he meant and quickly stood up, trying to ease my embarrassment, saying, "Can I borrow your basin for a moment?" He seemed a little embarrassed too and hurriedly went into their tent to get me a basin. I changed my sitting position and continued washing my clothes, but he kept going in and out of the kitchen to wash his hands and then to wash towels, pacing back and forth in front of me several times. Each time, he would stop in front of me, trying to make conversation. I knew what he was doing, but I couldn't say anything, so I simply ignored him; after all, I could see but couldn't touch. We got along well in school, often arguing, debating, and joking around, but we'd never talked about anything involving our bodies like this before. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and yelled at him, "Hey! Got enough looking?" He didn't expect me to ask that, paused for a moment, chuckled twice, and said, "Good scenery is meant to be appreciated!" "Want to see? Go look at your wife's." "Her? I've seen enough of her. I never realized you were so feminine in school." I splashed him with water, telling him to get lost, but he just chuckled, "Old-fashioned! Is looking illegal?" "Aren't you leaving?" "If I leave like this, I'll be distracted all afternoon.""So you're planning to watch all afternoon?" "That's a good idea, but still not exciting enough." "I didn't realize you'd actually learned something in Beijing. Get lost!" "What can I do? Beijing is the forefront of China's reforms! Everyone here has an obligation to explore, don't you think?" "You? You want to explore? Don't embarrass yourself! Get lost, get lost!" "Why can't I explore?" "You? Don't say I look down on you, what can you even explore?" "For example, exploring the ethics and aesthetics of China's new era, and urban sex science, etc." "Disgusting, I feel like throwing up." "What an old feudalist! It's people like you who hinder the progress of scientific exploration." "Oh dear, it seems I'm truly guilty, hindering our greatest contemporary sociologist from conducting research concerning the nation's survival!" "You know you're wrong now! How do you plan to atone for the sins you've committed against the Chinese nation?" "Die! Die! The more I talk, the more energetic you get." "You're the one saying you're guilty, how come it's my fault? It really proves Mencius's words: "Only petty men and women are difficult to deal with." "Hey, want some water?" "Looks like we've both proven Mencius's words true. After rambling on with you for so long, I'm actually a bit thirsty. Get me a glass of water, and I'll forgive you." A moment later, he brought over two glasses of cool boiled water: "Hey, where do you put them?" My hands were covered in soap, and after looking around, there really was nowhere to put them, so I said to him, "Close your eyes, bring them here." "You're being so unreasonable! Sigh, what can I do, I'm just unlucky!" Saying this, he squatted down and brought the water to my lips: "To be honest, you should actually close your eyes; that way I'll feel more comfortable." I took a mouthful of water and... I looked like I was about to vomit, and he jumped aside: "Hey! Hey! Hey! You're really asking for trouble." "You're kind? More like heartless! You're full of bad intentions. I really don't understand you men, especially you married men. Are you that attractive? Water!" He said while feeding me water, "You don't understand. This isn't the primitive society anymore. Ever since people started wearing clothes, a woman's breasts have been her most prominent external physiological feature, used to attract the opposite sex! It would be a problem if the opposite sex didn't pay attention!" While I was drinking water, his eyes never left my breasts, and I no longer avoided him. His eyes became bolder. "Pour out the water for me, and get me another basin." He placed the water in front of me, then said, "You call yourself a highly educated person? Don't tell me you're my classmate, you know nothing." "Go to hell! You're full of twisted logic and heresies, is this how you study modern sociology? Shameful!" "If you don't understand, just admit it, don't desecrate science! I don't believe you women don't have that feeling of wanting to explore a man's body?" "You're right. As far as I know, most women don't have any visual or sensory needs for a man's body. Look at all those men's magazines in the world, the popular ones always have pictures of naked women, but how many women's magazines have naked men? I admit, women definitely have some sensory needs for men, but not visually, but for physical contact and emotional connection. So, in terms of 'sex,' women are rational, while men are animals." "Classic! I didn't realize! What you said actually makes a lot of sense. So, men can't satisfy women by displaying their bodies." "There should be intimate physical contact, and women have many ways to satisfy men. Sometimes, just letting men see them is enough. But for true satisfaction, there's no difference between men and women; both need deep physical contact." "I agree with that, but you're not entirely right about one thing: women also need visual stimulation. A handsome man and an ordinary man excite a woman to a different degree. You might say women seek out handsome men to show off, but who would let others see their intimate moments? Also, women get excited watching porn. Anyway, I can't really explain it, but it's true that many women don't like photos of naked men." "I really don't understand this kind of psychology in women, but societal development does influence women's preferences. What do you think?" "I admit that. In the past, which woman dared to dress like this? Including their normal sexual needs, which woman dared to bring them up? Suppressing one's needs seemed to be the 'upright' thing, while actively pursuing them was considered 'heretical.' I've found that Beijing is more open and more in line with human nature than our place." "Change my water." He changed the water for me, but seemed lost in thought. I didn't know what I had done to offend him. After a while, he slowly said, "Have you read any books on this topic?" "Where would I read them? I'm just sharing my feelings. It seems there aren't any books on this topic in China yet. Think about it, who dared to study these things during the Cultural Revolution? It's only been a few years since things opened up, but even now, the issue of sex is still a taboo subject. Who studies it?" "So, for you, a modern woman, what's your biggest concern right now?" "What do you mean?" "The relationship between men and women, both physiological and psychological." "The psychological aspect is hard to explain, but the physiological aspect is much more complex. There's the fear of gaining weight, bad skin, and then there's the breasts that you men are interested in, anyway, there are many. Everyone's situation is different, so the aspects they care about are different too." "And you?" "Psychologically, it's hard to say. Physiologically, it's mainly about sexual function. Believe it or not, whether it's good or bad depends mainly on your women's reactions." "When have you ever cared about our feelings? You're always just satisfying your own needs." "You're wrong about that. A woman's arousal is the best encouragement for us." I suddenly noticed that while we were talking about these issues, he seemed to have lost interest in my breasts and was only looking at my face when he spoke. Men are so strange. Then he continued, "The more a man loves his wife, the more he cares about whether he can satisfy her." "Change the water for me. You really are like a pseudo-scholar studying social issues." He put down the water and said, "What are you talking about? Come on, let me rinse it for you?" I was really tired, so I stood up. He sat on the stool and started rinsing the clothes. I suddenly regretted it—my bra and panties were in there, but there was nothing I could do, so I had to let him do it. I was a little thirsty, so I went to get some water. Just then, I heard him say, "Pour me a glass." I returned with two glasses of water, and he continued, "Researching these issues is absolutely impossible without the cooperation of women. Like what you said today, I could never have imagined it, and I would never have known how women view these issues." "Your flattery is so clumsy. Here, have some water!" I said, squatting down and bringing the water to his lips. He drank the entire glass in one gulp, his gaze then focusing on my chest. "To be honest, your breasts are really perfect, I really want to touch them." "Vulgar!" I said, pouring the remaining half-glass of water from my glass down his neck. He exclaimed dramatically, "You're too ruthless! I was just saying!" "You deserve to be punished for saying the wrong thing!" "You wait, don't fall into my hands." "So what if I fall into your hands? Hey, is your wife's big?" "About the same size as yours, but not as white. Okay, all done washing, how are you going to thank me?" "Dream on, hang it out to dry." After we finished hanging the clothes and went back inside, I brewed a pot of tea and said to him, "Here, have some tea, consider it a thank you!" "Thank me like this?" "Then how else do you want me to thank you?" "Let me touch it." "Get lost!" "Sigh, I've wasted my whole afternoon." "You really want to touch it?" He paused for a moment, then grinned at me and said, "Of course I do." We argued back and forth like this for a long time, laughing and joking, and finally, I don't know how, he agreed. We agreed that he would be blindfolded and could only touch it once, and he agreed. So, he blindfolded himself with a towel, and I grabbed his hand and slipped it under my tank top, placing it on my breast. He gently grasped my breast, kneading it. I asked him what it felt like, and it was indeed quite comfortable; he was the first man besides my husband to touch my breast. He greedily slid his hand over my breast, reluctant to let go. Although I was enjoying it, I was also very clear-headed, afraid he would ask for more, so I said, "Hey, is that enough?" "We agreed on just one time, it's not over yet!" "Okay, okay, let go." I said, grabbing his hand and trying to pull it away, but he gripped it even tighter, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The more I pulled, the tighter he gripped. "You're hurting me, let go, I'm getting angry!" He still didn't let go, but used his other hand to pull down the towel over his eyes, looking at my breasts and saying, "I'd only ever heard of snow-white skin before, and thought it was nonsense, but today I finally believe it." "Stop talking nonsense, let go now." "Let me kiss you one more time and I'll let go." I had no choice, and besides, I wasn't really disgusted by him, so I nodded and let go of his hand. He bent down, lay on my chest, took off the strap on my left shoulder, and sucked on my nipple. It was tingling and itchy, so comfortable, I couldn't help but take a deep breath. He sensed my acquiescence and sucked very earnestly. I looked down at him, subconsciously stroking his hair with my hand.His suckling awakened my natural maternal instincts. I comfortably enjoyed his suckling, stroking his hair, my consciousness beginning to blur. I don't know how he did it, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself shirtless, my nipples being suckled back and forth. Feeling I couldn't take it any longer, I gently said to him, "Okay, get up." At the same time, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his forehead. He looked at me obediently, stood up, and slowly pulled me into his arms. We stood there, quietly embracing, for what seemed like an eternity before we separated, our clothes soaked through. I softly said to him, "Look at you, you've gotten my clothes all wet." Even I was surprised at how gentle my tone was. Women, after all, are made of water. "I'll help you wash," he said gently. "Get lost," I laughed, then returned to normal. This was our first intimate encounter. Since then, our relationship has undergone a subtle change. In his presence, I seem to have lost my feminine shyness and no longer avoid his gaze. He has also become bolder. Sometimes, in the crowded kitchen, when he passes by me from behind, he would even reach out and pinch my breast. At that moment, I would retaliate with a punch. Relationships between men and women are like a thin veil; once it's broken, there are no more taboos, especially for married couples. July arrived, and the weather was unbearably hot. During the day, it was manageable; in the air-conditioned office, the heat outside was imperceptible. But coming home, especially after work, felt like entering a hellish inferno. My husband and I lived on the side near the window, where there was a slight breeze at night with the window open. But for them, living inside, with the curtains blocking the air, it was completely stuffy. We had to get up several times every night to shower. Everyone tried to find a solution, but to no avail. At that time, we didn't have the money to buy an air conditioner, and we couldn't afford the electricity bill either. One Saturday night, unable to sleep, we turned off the lights and lay in bed chatting. We started by chatting about our respective companies, then moved on to our current living conditions, followed by a collective sigh of helplessness. Suddenly, Xu Jian said, "How about this, after we turn off the lights tonight, we remove the curtains? It'll improve ventilation." After a moment of silence, my husband slowly said, "Sure, I have no objection. What about the ladies?" Xiaoyuan and I both said we'd go along with the men's suggestion. Once the suggestion was approved, the two men, dressed only in shorts, turned on the lights and got to work, quickly removing the curtain between us. After turning off the lights and lying back in bed, the couple excitedly exclaimed how much more comfortable they felt. Xu Jian even joked, "Tomorrow we'll put a wire across the curtain and make it movable. If you want to do *that*, just close it; we're hard of hearing." My husband couldn't help but laugh, "Likewise, Beijing speed, we'll do it tomorrow." Everyone knew that in this heat, even lying quietly made you sweat; who was in the mood for *that*? At first, the room was pitch black when the lights were off; no one could see anyone else. After a while, our eyes adjusted, and we could vaguely see the shadows across from each other. I felt they could see us better than we could see them, because they were looking from the darkness into the light, and we were right there in the path of light, but we couldn't care less. The next morning, we woke up to a new awkward situation. It was daylight, and we could see each other clearly. We two women weren't bothered, as we were both wearing long nightgowns. The men, however, were in a terrible state. They were only wearing briefs, and their erections were quite noticeable in the morning, giving them a strange, almost prickly appearance. After breakfast, the two men strung up a wire and made curtain rings out of keychains, which Xiaoyuan and I sewed onto the curtain. Just past ten o'clock, it was unbearably hot inside, so we discussed where to escape the heat and finally decided to go swimming in the sea. We hurriedly packed our swimsuits and fled the house as if our lives depended on it. It was much cooler outside than inside. After leaving, we took a car to the beach. Around noon, we finally arrived at a relatively secluded and undeveloped beach. The sun was blazing, and there were only a few scattered people on the vast beach, who also seemed to be there to swim. There wasn't even a place to change clothes. I really regretted not changing into my swimsuits at home. So, I had my husbands turn around and keep watch while the two of us women squatted behind the small parasol we had brought, quickly changing and then keeping watch for them, like thieves. After packing our clothes and placing them in a conspicuous spot on the beach, we couldn't wait to rush into the sea. It felt so good; the seawater instantly kept the scorching heat at bay. Xiaoyuan, who lives inland, unlike the three of us who grew up by the sea, couldn't swim, so she naturally took on the job of watching the clothes on the shore, just splashing around in the shallow water. The three of us swam into the deep sea, which was exhilarating. After about half an hour, my husband said he was a little tired, so we started swimming back. When we got back to shore, we saw Xiaoyuan sitting there pitifully, looking at her clothes, as if she had been crying. We immediately felt we had gone too far and quickly went over to comfort her. After finally cheering her up, we had lunch. After lunch, I wanted to go into the deep sea again, but my husband said he was too tired to go. Xu Jian, however, was very enthusiastic. We decided that the two of us would go into the deep sea, while my husband would stay on shore with Xiaoyuan. Xu Jian and I went down and swam forward, racing to see who could reach the reef about 300 meters from the shore first. Finally, we reached the reef. The side of the reef near the shore was very steep, so we went to the other side, which was also quite steep, but there was a large crevice that we could climb up to, and there was a small platform on top. Xu Jian climbed up first, sat down, and said to me breathlessly, "I didn't realize you were so good, you could swim this far!" "Just kidding, who do you think I am! Come on, give me a hand." I said as I climbed up. He pulled me up, and I looked around for a while before finding that only the spot where he was sitting was relatively flat; the rest of the place was quite sharp, and it hurt my feet to step on it. So I said, "Get up, get up, let me sit for a while." "As if you're the only one who's tired? You sit here, where am I supposed to sit? Or do you want to sit on my lap?" he said half-jokingly. "You're such a jerk and a hooligan, don't you have any gentlemanly manners?" "When did I say I was a gentleman? I'm not a jerk, but a hooligan, more or less. I'm a hooligan, who am I afraid of? Are you going to sit or not?" "Sit if I want! What's the big deal, as long as it's comfortable." I said, and then sat on his lap with my back to him. Suddenly I felt something hard pressing against my butt, and my face started to burn. He casually wrapped his arm around my waist, and I let him. The hair on his calves tickled me; I was wearing a backless swimsuit, and with him holding me, my back pressed tightly against his chest, I could feel his strong muscles and his rapid heartbeat, and my heart was racing too. Neither of us spoke; we really didn't know what to say. His hand started to move upwards, touching my breasts and gently kneading them. "Hey, taking advantage of me in this vulnerable state?" I finally found a reason to speak. He chuckled, but his hand didn't stop. I pried his hand away and said, "Go touch your wife." "Aren't you my 'second wife'?" "Get lost!" I said, forcefully pulling his hand away. His hand was pulled off and landed on my thigh, where he began to caress it. This was my sensitive area, and I didn't know what to do with him. The sweltering heat of the past few days had kept my husband and me from being intimate. An unnamed urge stirred within me; I felt uneasy yet was driven by a powerful primal need. I could only gaze silently at the distant horizon, letting him do as he pleased. He silently turned one of my legs, so I was now sitting sideways on his lap, my full breasts high before him, the outline of my nipples clearly visible through the thin swimsuit. My heart began to race. He continued to caress my exposed skin, undoubtedly sensing my reaction, and became even more unrestrained. His hand moved from my inner thigh to my calf, then slipped inside my swimsuit from behind, grasping my breasts. After a while, it slid down to my abdomen. Seeing no resistance, his other hand slipped under my thigh, touching my genitals. I began to involuntarily writhe, my legs clamping together. His fingers entered my vagina, and I began to arouse, moaning. This unconsciously encouraged him, and his fingers began to probe inside, and I felt a subtle pleasure. Finally, he took his hands out, cupped my face in his hands, and kissed my lips. I unconsciously responded to him. We started kissing, but because of the sitting position, we couldn't kiss deeply. He helped me up so I was sitting face-to-face on his lap, and we continued kissing. I felt his penis getting harder and harder, and bigger and bigger. I whispered, "Shall we go back?" He didn't answer, still holding me tightly, his face pressed against my chest, rubbing his nose against my breasts through my swimsuit, making me feel all ticklish.After a while, he looked up into my eyes and said, "I want you." I didn't know what to do, because I wanted you too, but I still whispered, "No." He pleaded like a child, holding me and rocking me, saying repeatedly, "Give it to me!" "Don't push your luck, absolutely not." Seeing my determination, he didn't force me, but his hands continued to roam over my body. I felt very comfortable and twisted my body to cooperate with his caresses and touches. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing and twisting, and he pulled down the straps of my swimsuit, my breasts popping out from the tight swimsuit, which he took into his mouth, gently rubbing them with his teeth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his sucking. Our contact was limited to this; I couldn't cross the line. We held each other tightly like this until we both calmed down. I held his head, stroking his hair, and whispered, "It's time to go back." He nodded, got up, and helped me put on my swimsuit. We swam back in silence, neither of us speaking. He was ahead, occasionally turning back to check on me. When he saw I was too far away, he would stop and wait for me; when I got closer, he would grab my hand and swim forward a bit. As we neared the shore, we saw my husband standing in the water, supporting his wife with both hands as she learned to swim. They were both laughing excitedly. We swam over and stood beside them. Xu Jian smiled and asked his wife, "Have you learned yet?" "Not yet," Xiao Yuan said, splashing around. "Xiao Yuan is a natural landlubber; she sinks as soon as she gets in the water. How are you two doing?" Her husband asked, turning back to us after helping Xiao Yuan to her feet. "Not bad, but we couldn't swim anymore when we got to that rock. We had to rest for a while to recover. If only we had a boat, the four of us could go fishing at sea," Xu Jian said, gesturing as he spoke. Around 5 PM, we returned to the city, completely exhausted. We grabbed a quick bite at a stall and rushed home; the seawater clinging to our skin was no pleasant feeling. The two men showered and fell asleep immediately, but it was a different story for Xiaoyuan and me. We had to wash not only our bodies but also our hair and the dirty clothes we'd changed into that day. By the time we finished, it was already 8 PM, but we felt completely refreshed and wide awake. So we turned off the lights and chatted against the headboard. "How did your studies go today?" I asked her. "Just like your husband said, I'm a natural landlubber. He was really exhausted today, teaching me how to kick the water, he was so tired he could barely support me." Hearing his words, I imagined my husband holding her breast with one hand and his private parts with the other, and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I said, "He's probably overjoyed to have such a beautiful woman like you by his side!" After chatting for a while, we all felt tired and sleepy, and went to sleep in our underwear without even changing out of our pajamas. When we woke up in the morning, everyone was still wearing their underwear. Perhaps because we had seen each other's bodies while swimming, no one felt anything was wrong. From then on, everyone became bolder in their attire, and often the four of us would be in the house wearing only our underwear. I noticed a subtle change in the relationship between Xiaoyuan and my husband. Since that day, she hadn't stopped talking about going swimming again, and the way she looked at my husband had become somewhat ambiguous. Relationships between men and women are strange. Once you cross the line, it becomes natural afterward. Although you remain proper in public, when you're alone, intimacy becomes a formality. We were no exception; we often teased each other when no one was around, and occasionally even kissed. When cooking, our two families each cooked separately, waiting for one family to finish before joining the other. That day, I was cooking in the kitchen, and my husband hadn't come home from work yet. They were chatting inside. Xu Jian asked me, "When is your husband coming home?" "I don't know, who knows when he'll be back from working overtime? Are you hungry? Should I cook something so we can eat together?" "No need," Xu Jian replied. "How about we add a couple more dishes and eat together?" Xiao Yuan suggested to Xu Jian. "Just so you know, we don't have enough staple food. Why don't you guys buy some flatbreads, and I'll add a couple of dishes? There's a new Shandong flatbread shop that just opened at the street corner; it's pretty good. I bought a lot of groceries today, so we won't be able to eat them tomorrow. It's so hot, so you guys shouldn't be sitting by the fire." I quickly replied. "Good idea, why don't you go over there? And buy a few bottles of beer while you're at it, chilled, it's too much trouble for me to change clothes." I heard Xu Jian say to Xiao Yuan. "Okay, how many bottles?" "If you can carry them, buy a bundle; if you can't, buy half a dozen. If that shop has any dishes with flatbreads, buy some too. We'll have a small get-together tonight." Xiao Yuan went out in her slippers, and Xu Jian went into the kitchen, hugged my waist, and slipped one hand under my skirt, squeezing me tightly in the cramped space. "Ugh, it's so hot! Let go, I'm cooking!" "It's hot, and you're still wearing underwear?" he said, slipping his hand inside my underwear. "Are you kidding me? My husband'll be back soon!" His hand gently kneaded and teased my genitals. "What a lecherous man, having such a beautiful wife and still flirting with other women." "You're prettier, and besides, someone else's wife is always better!" I was nervous, afraid my husband would come back now, and besides, it was so hot, who could be in the mood for that? "Get away!" He didn't leave, but went even further, sticking his fingers into my vagina and mimicking sex, going in and out. I twisted my body, trying to get his hand out, but he held me tightly and said, "I'll die if I don't release." "Go find your wife." Seeing that I couldn't break free and the food was still in the pot, I let him do as he pleased. About five or six minutes later, I heard my husband and his wife's voices coming from the hallway. He finally pulled his hand out, disappointed, and left my underwear, squeezing my penis hard with resignation. I suddenly felt a bit smug, and really wanted to laugh. "Did you die yet?" He slapped my penis, pressed his hard penis, and left. My husband came into the house with Xiaoyuan, carrying the wine she had bought. He put the wine down and went to change his clothes. Xiaoyuan came into the kitchen to see if I needed help. "No need to wash, I bought some vegetables for the pancakes. Oh dear! You look so hot." Seeing me washing the vegetables, Xiaoyuan stopped me and gave me a towel to wipe my sweat. She then called out, "Quickly, put the chairs together." With that, she took the two plates of vegetables I had cooked and went out. "Honey, thank you for your hard work!" My husband, having changed his clothes, came in as well. I leaned over and let him kiss me, saying, "There's not much rice, use a small bowl. Take the rice out first." "It's okay, I'll eat the pancakes. Come on, don't get too hot." He said, then took the rice out. I took off my apron, washed my hands, and they had already poured the beer. My tank top and bra were soaked. I walked to the table made of stools pushed together and said to them with a smile, "I need to wash up and change first. You guys eat first!" "No way! Hurry up, we'll wait for you." Xiao Yuan said, "I know what it's like to have a fire burning in the kitchen in the summer. Here, have a beer to cool off, it's ice cold." She picked up my glass and handed it to me. "Look at you men, we women are so considerate." I said, taking the glass and smiling at her, "Come on, let's toast to the understanding between women." I took a big gulp, it felt so good! In order not to make them wait any longer, I hurriedly grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom to change. After I took off my wet clothes and threw them into the basin to soak, I realized that I had forgotten my bra and panties in my haste. How could I go out wearing only a tank top and skirt? I hesitated, and then someone outside called out, "Hurry up, we're about to start eating!" Looking at the wet clothes in the basin, I knew I couldn't wear them anymore. So, I gritted my teeth and went out in my tank top and skirt without anything underneath. While eating, I kept my legs tightly pressed together, barely daring to bend over. But I always had to pick up food with my rice, so at first I was careful, but later I forgot, and inevitably, my underwear was exposed. No one seemed to care much. The two men's clothes were soaked through from eating, and eventually they just ate shirtless, feasting. Xiaoyuan was also drenched in sweat, her clothes clinging to her body, the pattern on her underwear clearly visible. Xu Jian said to Xiaoyuan, "Look how hot you are, take them off!" Xiaoyuan glared at him, glanced at my husband and me, and didn't say anything. Wet clothes clinging to the body were indeed uncomfortable, but she was only wearing her underwear. I knew that Xiaoyuan's three bras and two T-shirts had only been washed that day after she got back. Although Beijing's temperature was high, it was very humid, and the clothes weren't dry. She had nothing to change into, as they were all close-fitting, and she couldn't borrow them from me. Seeing her pitiful state, I felt helpless. Perhaps influenced by me and "encouraged" by her husband, she downed half a glass of beer in one gulp, stood up, and took off her tank top, leaving her in only her underwear. Xu Jian didn't react yet, but my husband's eyes widened immediately. I pretended not to see, though I was actually in a worse state than her; my thin tank top clung to my body, and my nipples were clearly visible. The six bottles of beer were quickly finished, and no one had had enough. My husband stood up and said, "Shall I go get another bundle?" Everyone agreed, and he put on his damp T-shirt and went out.Seeing my husband leave, Xiaoyuan unhooked her bra and let out a long sigh: "I was suffocating! This damn thing shrinks as soon as it gets wet, it's so tight I can't breathe." I suddenly remembered what I'd said to Xu Jian when he hadn't ejaculated, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter. They were confused by my sudden laughter. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?" I was laughing so hard I couldn't speak, just waving my hands at them. Xu Jian then said to Xiaoyuan, "I have to say, you're really something, if you can't breathe, just take it off!" Xiaoyuan kicked him and said, "You bastard!" "Look at you, you're really asking for trouble." "You said it, don't regret it, do you think I wouldn't dare?" Xiaoyuan retorted. "No, no, my husband is a weak-willed, indecisive person, don't let him make a mistake." I continued laughing as I spoke to Xiaoyuan. "Today I'll make him make a mistake." Xiaoyuan said, taking off her soaking wet bra and deliberately flaunting her breasts in front of me. I laughed even harder and said to her, "Alright, alright, hurry up and put it on, otherwise he won't be able to avoid making a mistake." They both burst into laughter too. We joked around like this for a while, and guessing my husband would be back soon, Xiaoyuan stood up and said, "I'd better put it on. I can't give him a chance to make a mistake. Let's just pretend we're swimming!" Just then, my husband came in carrying a case of beer. Xiaoyuan hurriedly covered her chest and turned around. Xu Jian and I laughed so hard we almost fell over. Xu Jian pulled his wife over and pulled her hand down from her chest, saying, "Keep being stubborn!" My husband stood there dumbfounded, staring at us, and asked with a silly smile, "What's wrong with you two?" We laughed even harder, and Xiaoyuan struggled, her face flushed. I pointed at her, breathless, and said to my husband, "She, she, she wants you to make a mistake today." My husband sat down and said, "I thought it was something serious. Even though I'm facing a stunning beauty, I'm a person with a strong will and a firm stance." Hearing this, the three of us laughed even harder. Xu Jian laughed loudly at his husband, saying, "Just now, your wife said you were weak-willed and indecisive! Now you've become strong-willed and resolute! Alright, alright, you two beauties, I think you should stop trying today, you've run out of clothes to change into." He then pushed his wife down into her seat, ripped off her soaking wet bra, and threw it into a basin under their bed. Xiao Yuan laughed so hard she could hardly breathe, pointing at me and saying, "No, that's not fair! Why is she still wearing clothes?" My husband, caught up in the laughter, said, "Did you hear that? It's not fair." I kicked my husband: "You dare betray me?" "Who betrayed you? I'm trying to maintain balance." "Balancing my foot!" My classmate, barely managing to stop laughing, said, "Yes, balance, but it's unbalanced now, you decide what to do!" "So what if it's unbalanced?" "Those who don't consciously abide by the rules of balance must be subject to dictatorship, say something!" Xu Jian was now threatening my husband. "I've said everything I needed to say, what else can I say? She's the boss between the two of us." "Fine, see how shameless you are." Xiaoyuan suddenly loosened up, opening the bottle as she spoke, pouring drinks for us while shirtless. We all started eating again, laughing and chatting. It was hot, so no one had much of an appetite; we just drank. The drinks were finished, the food was all gone, but a lot of rice was left. Although we were all quite drunk, the heat made it impossible for anyone to sleep. My husband, with his squinting eyes, stared at Xiaoyuan's fair breasts, rambling incoherently. Their kiss was extremely lewd, practically a live sex show. I was also a bit tipsy, but thinking about having to go to work tomorrow, I said, "We have to go to work tomorrow, let's pack up and go?" Xu Jian stammered, "You...you...you're not following the rules, you have no right to speak." My husband also rambled on, "Why do you always spoil everyone's fun?" Seeing their state, I said to Xiaoyuan, "Let's clean up the dishes and boil some water for everyone to wash up, otherwise how can we go to work tomorrow?" After the water was boiled, I went to urge everyone to take a shower. Those two were really drunk, and without caring that my husband and I were there, they took off their clothes on the spot, threw them all over the floor, and went into the bathroom together. After they finished showering, they didn't even bother to find clothes to put on before collapsing onto the bed and falling into a deep sleep. Seeing that they were asleep, I became bolder, took off my wet clothes, and dragged my husband, who was already sprawled on the bed asleep, into the bathroom. He was almost unconscious, so it was as if I had given him a bath. After I finished washing him, I let him leave first. Looking at the clothes in the basin, I really didn't want to move, but I had no choice but to quickly wash them before showering. When I came out, I saw my husband sleeping naked. Looking at the other two, I was both angry and amused. I decided to sleep naked too! We were all woken up by the alarm clock at almost the same time in the morning. After getting up, everyone panicked and frantically searched for their clothes. "We're all really naked this time, hmm, it feels pretty good..." Before I could finish speaking, I felt something was wrong down there. Without even putting on clothes, I ran to the bathroom, squatted on the toilet without even closing the door, and a trickle of blood flowed out—my period had started! The three of them, not knowing what had happened, also rushed to the bathroom door without looking for clothes. Xiaoyuan glanced at me, patted her chest, and said, "You scared me to death! I thought something was wrong." Then she turned to get me a sanitary napkin. A moment later, I heard her ask, "Where did you put your underwear?" "In that red travel bag." "Move aside, move aside! Haven't you ever seen a woman on her period? Be careful you don't get red eyes!" She pushed aside the two naked men still standing in the doorway staring at me. "Here, try this brand on. Do you want me to put it on for you?" "Thanks, but I'll do it myself!" I took the sanitary napkin and my underwear from her, and stuck the sanitary napkin to my underwear. After putting on my underwear and coming out, I saw they were still naked. My husband was looking for his clothes, and the two men were rummaging around with them. "Where did you put my clothes?" my husband turned around and asked me. "You brush your teeth first, I'll find them for you." My husband hesitated, not moving. "We're all already completely naked, so why not be a little more honest?" I said to my husband with a smile, while looking at the naked Xu Jian. Xiaoyuan also nudged him, saying, "Go brush your teeth first, you're just making a mess here." The two men reluctantly went to brush their teeth, and Xiaoyuan and I quickly found the clothes we and our husbands needed to change into. Seeing that they hadn't finished washing up yet, we sat on the bed looking at each other and couldn't help but laugh. I said to her, "How does it feel to be completely naked?" "Nothing much, just a nice feeling of honesty. What about you?" "Great minds think alike. And the biggest advantage is that we can wash far fewer clothes in the future!" "So, shall we just be completely naked like this from now on?" she said with a grin. "No problem, what do you two gentlemen think?" I said, looking at my husband who had finished washing up and came out. "I have no problem. Xu Jian, what's your opinion?" my husband said, staring at Xiaoyuan's chest with a grin. "No objections." "Okay, unanimously approved. Let's start this morning. Get dressed after breakfast. Come on, let's cook." After saying that, I pointed at Xu Jian and my husband and said, "You two are not allowed to break the rules." Xiao Yuan and I walked into the kitchen laughing. I stir-fried the leftover rice and pancakes from last night, and she washed the dishes from last night. Not long after, we carried four plates of fried rice into the room. The two men were really obedient; they weren't wearing clothes and were smoking and chatting. After breakfast, we put on our clothes and started our busy day. Although everyone agreed in the morning to be naked when we got home, I deliberately delayed going home by half an hour after get off work by making an excuse to buy groceries. I can be very unrestrained when I'm with one man, but I still don't dare when I'm with more than two men. I only breathed a sigh of relief when I nervously opened the door and entered the house. They were all back, but no one did that. Xu Jian and his wife were cooking, and my husband was sitting under the fan drinking tea. There were some changes, though. Xu Jian and his husband were only wearing small briefs, and Xiao Yuan was only wearing underwear. It seems that everyone, like me, had some reservations. After putting down the groceries, I hesitated for a moment and whispered to my husband, "Why are you dressed like this?" He whispered back, "I saw them like this when I got back, and I felt embarrassed to dress like usual. Besides, it's so hot that people want to be naked. Don't insist; they'll feel awkward. Just pretend we're at the swimming pool!" I thought about it and agreed, so I took off my T-shirt and skirt, leaving myself in my underwear. But this wasn't a swimming pool, and my face started to burn. It was very hot from walking, and a large patch of my underwear was wet near the waist, my back was soaked with sweat, and my husband wiped it for me with a towel. Seeing that they were still cooking, I took our wet clothes to the bathroom to wash them. After washing, I felt embarrassed to hang them on the balcony to dry, so I asked my husband to do it. By then, they had finished cooking and politely invited us to eat with them, but we declined and started cooking for ourselves. After dinner, with no TV and nothing else to do, we thought about going out for a walk, but experience told us that the streets outside, baked by the sun all day, weren't much better than inside. Going out would only result in a pile of wet clothes, so there was no other way. So, as usual, we turned off the lights and had our usual chat, starting with complaining about the awful weather and longing for autumn, and then talking about anecdotes we'd heard.For some reason, I felt unusually restless today, sweating profusely, but nothing else seemed wrong. When I changed my sanitary pad, I had to change my underwear too, as it was so wet the pad wouldn't stick. When I got back, Xiaoyuan asked, "Is your flow heavy?" "It's okay, pretty normal." "I feel like my period is coming soon." "Have you prepared?" "I've already put on an apron." "God is so unfair to women, putting us through this every month." "It's so hot, how are we supposed to sleep?" My husband chimed in, "You've gotten through so much already, you're so delicate." I slapped him angrily, "Try it on yourself!" "There's nothing I can do, that's how God created us. I wish I could, but I can't!" Seeing we were about to argue, Xu Jian suggested playing cards. Since we had nothing else to do, everyone agreed. So, we turned on the lights, drew the curtains, and set up benches. We played "Four of Hearts," with Xiaoyuan and me sitting opposite each other. Xu Jian then suggested that the loser be punished, and we started arguing about the punishment. "The loser has to take off their clothes," Xu Jian joked. "It's already like this, how else can we take them off? You only have one piece left, and we only have two at most," Xiaoyuan retorted. Her husband chimed in, "You can't say that, those are the two crucial pieces." Xu Jian also said, "That's right, how about it? If we lose all our clothes, the winner draws a turtle on the loser's chest." "Okay, but let me make it clear first, I'm not feeling well, and Xiaoyuan might be close too, so we can only take off one piece," I said, feigning nonchalance. "Fine, you two little women, I won't hold it against you." Before long, the four of us had lost all the clothes we were supposed to lose, and Xiaoyuan even drew two turtles on my husband's chest with lipstick. Xiaoyuan lost this round, and my husband won. Holding the lipstick, my husband examined Xiaoyuan's chest and muttered to himself, "Where should we draw it?" "On her breasts," I teased. "You're so naughty!" Xiaoyuan pointed at me and laughed. Xu Jian said to me, "A bet's a bet, so just draw it on your breasts. If I win, you'll get the same." My husband started drawing on Xiaoyuan's breasts, but they kept swaying from side to side with the slightest pressure, making it impossible to draw. He told Xiaoyuan to hold her breasts with her hands, but she replied, "Are you going to draw it or should I? That's so unfair! You're drawing on me, and I have to cooperate? What are your hands for?" So, ignoring Xu Jian and me being there, my husband lifted Xiaoyuan's breasts and carefully drew a turtle on them. It was actually quite good. Karma struck, and I lost while Xu Jian won. He lifted my breasts, used my nipples as turtle heads, and drew a turtle on them. It was hilarious, and everyone laughed uproariously. I was so angry that I punched him a few times, and then everyone continued playing. At eleven o'clock, it got a bit cooler, and since we had to go to work the next day, the farce finally ended. Xiaoyuan's period started, and because of the two of us, we didn't go swimming in the sea this Sunday. But this Sunday, we discovered a good place to go – a large shopping mall or supermarket with air conditioning. However, that was only a temporary solution. The malls closed early, and there were no seats inside, making it even more tiring. After a few visits, we really didn't want to go anymore. We also tried going outside to cool off, but the mosquitoes were swarming, so we had to stay home. We then looked for other ways to pass the time. The heat had extinguished our interest in intimacy, but the allure of sexual stimulation outside our spouses was irresistible. So we continued with our off-the-beaten-path sexual games. First, we'd get home and remove as little clothing as possible, though no one would be completely naked first. Saturday arrived, and we got up early. At breakfast, we discussed the next day's plans. Since Xiaoyuan and I had finished our periods, we agreed to go swimming in the sea. We agreed that Xiaoyuan and I would go shopping for food, while the two men would look at tents. After get off work, Xiaoyuan and I met at the agreed-upon supermarket and bought a bunch of delicious food according to our tastes. We lingered in the cool supermarket for a while before reluctantly heading home. As we passed by a dance hall, we saw a poster at the entrance that read "Two-Step Special". This kind of dance was popular at the time, but none of us had ever seen it, let alone danced it. I asked Xiaoyuan, "Can you dance the two-step?" "No, I heard from Xu Jian that people at his company dance it at lunchtime. I heard it's very simple, like 1..." I also heard from Kang Jie that people in his department dance it during their lunch break, and that this kind of dance can only be danced by men and women, as it's considered homosexual. It seems to be a rather intimate kind. How about we have them teach us tonight? "Sure, but Xu Jian's dance moves are terrible, not much better than a gorilla." "Your Xu Jian, I'm the one who taught him! He almost stomped my

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