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During the Cultural Revolution, I completed five years of study at a university in the capital. My hometown is a major town in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River. The turmoil of the Cultural Revolution left me utterly despondent. Returning to my hometown was my greatest dream, but because the job assignment plan for graduates was geared towards rural areas, grassroots levels, border regions, and factories and mines, returning home was hopeless. Fortunately, I came from a relatively good family and wasn't assigned to a rural area. Instead, I was assigned to the railway bureau in Northeast China, working as a track maintenance worker in a border area. Those four years in Northeast China were the prime of my youth, but because I wanted to return home, I couldn't fall in love there. I felt that my longing for my hometown overwhelmed everything. Several girls from Northeast China asked me to propose marriage, but I politely declined them all. I was truly in a corner forgotten by love.

Four years later, after relentless efforts, I was finally transferred back to my hometown. I became a teacher at a factory's affiliated school. By the time I returned home, I was almost 30, and only then, under pressure from my elders, did I hastily fall in love and get married.

At that time, my workplace was a large factory, and dormitories were available. Dormitory allocation was based on seniority, factory tenure, and number of family members. I had just joined the factory, had a short tenure, and a small family, so I could only live in a small room. Soon, I was assigned a unit. Each unit had three rooms: large, medium, and small. The large room was 30 square meters, the medium room was 25 square meters, and I lived in a 15-square-meter room. The large room had a separate kitchen, while the medium and small rooms shared a kitchen, and the three families shared a toilet.

At that time, the Cultural Revolution was still ongoing, and factional conflicts still existed. In my unit, the man living in the large house was a long-time cadre from the factory, surnamed Wen. He was very capable and talkative, a member of the disgraced faction. His wife was a worker in another factory, with fair and full skin. The man living in the middle house was a worker, short, a favorite in the factory, surnamed Zhang. His wife was a domestic helper, tall and somewhat attractive.

My wife worked in Jiangbei, and had to cross the river every day to get to and from work, which was very hard. I would pick her up and drop her off at work. After living there for about half a year, we got to know everyone. The Zhang family in the middle house, firstly because of differing views, and secondly because they had many children and faced difficulties, the Wen family didn't pay much attention to the Zhang family. My family treated both families equally, and we lived in peace.

Because of limited income, I tried to save money, learning to sew clothes and repair bicycles, which earned me the praise of the neighbors.

Summers there are like ovens, especially at night. The rooms are like steam rooms, unbearable to stay in. There are no fans, so everyone sleeps on the rooftop to cool off. Men and women alike wear only thin shirts and shorts. We come up to the rooftop as soon as it gets dark, and only when it's late and cooler can we fall asleep.

Among our neighbors, Wen's wife has very attractive, fair legs. Wen, a cadre, also likes to chat with me.

I remember it was late summer or early autumn of my first year, and the room temperature was just right for sleeping. There was no television then. Usually, in the evenings, we would cool off in the corridor and go back to our rooms to sleep later.

One day, Wen's husband went on a business trip. My wife went back to her parents' home, and we chatted about everyday things. It was getting late, and everyone went to their rooms to sleep. Still feeling the afterglow, I thought about her fair, full, and sexy figure, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Around midnight, I got up and left my room. By then, everyone had turned off their lights and gone to sleep. As I exhaled on the balcony, I suddenly noticed the key was still in the lock on Wen's door.

I was very puzzled. Had she deliberately left the key there to let me in? Or had she really forgotten it? If it was intentional, what a great opportunity it would be! There was no one else at her house, and I could… with her; but I wasn't entirely sure, and I didn't dare to be presumptuous. If she wasn't interested, and I was rejected, how embarrassing would it be for the neighbors next door? But on the other hand, if she really was interested, it would be such a waste to give up. After all, most men have a strong longing for their first affair.

After hesitating and struggling for a while, I decided to use delivering the key as a pretext to probe her intentions. Afraid of disturbing the neighbors, I knocked softly on her door.

I whispered from outside, "You forgot your key, you forgot your key."

A moment later, I heard a reply from inside, "What is it?"

I said, "You left your key in the door."

The light came on, the door opened, and I saw her wearing a tank top and shorts, her eyes still sleepy, her white flesh dazzling. She held the doorknob in one hand and rubbed her eyes with the other, a woman's fragrance wafting towards me.

I handed her the key, saying, "How could you forget your key in the door? That's dangerous."

She smiled and took the key, saying, "Oh… thank you…."

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, then I said, "Could you give me a glass of water?" I went inside. She turned and poured me a glass, smiling as she handed it to me, gesturing for me to sit down and drink.

As I drank, my heart pounded; I was so excited and nervous.

She smiled and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

I said, "It's hot, I can't sleep."

After a few sips, I suddenly put down the glass, rushed forward, and hugged her tightly; I almost fainted. She struggled slightly in my arms and said, "What are you doing?"

I said, "I like you." I kissed her; her head twitched a few times, and I kissed her. At that moment, I touched her breasts, and my erection hardened, pressing against her. She, too, found it hard to control herself. While we were kissing, she said, "Be careful the neighbors in the back building don't see us."

We moved to one side of the room, still holding her. Her hand touched my penis, and I let her hold it through my pants. She didn't refuse. Holding my penis, she asked me, "Do you want to play in the sand?"

I said, "Yes."

She quickly pulled the curtains behind her, but didn't turn off the light. We went to the bedside, and I took off her vest. She sat on the edge of the bed. Her large breasts were prominently displayed. I bent down and sucked on her nipples, my hands caressing her full, smooth back. She complied without resistance. Quickly, I pulled off her shorts. She was completely naked, her skin white and full, yet still possessing a defined waist, rounded thighs, a flat crotch, and sparse pubic hair—truly beautiful. Before I could even admire her, I hastily stripped off my own clothes and pressed myself against her plump, naked body. I first touched her vaginal opening; it was already very slippery. My penis was already rock hard. I parted her legs, and she, panting, quickly took my penis in her hand, aimed it at her opening, and I thrust it in immediately. A series of rapid thrusts followed, feeling how wet, tight, and hot she was inside. She hugged me tightly, panting slightly, and asked, "Is it good?"

I said, "Yes. How about you?"

She said, "So good...so good...oh...harder...harder..." I swayed on her soft body, her vagina tight, slippery, and warm—it felt incredibly good. It was the first time in my life I'd experienced the thrill of infidelity, and it was truly indescribable.

After a while, she rolled over, pressing down on me, her vagina gripping my penis, moving back and forth on top of me, panting heavily, very excited. Soon, we were both sweating. Her vagina was very wet, and she kept wiping it with a towel, afraid of soiling the bed. But the water kept flowing out. I thought her sex drive was really strong; otherwise, where would all that water come from?

After resting downstairs, I rolled over and spread her white legs apart, placing them on my shoulders. Her buttocks were raised high, her vulva open. I inserted my thick, long penis inside her. She moaned, "So good...so good...your thing is amazing...amazing..."

I asked her, "Am I thicker than your husband's?" She gasped, "Yes."

She then asked, "Do you really like me?"

I said, "I've liked you for a long time, but I was too afraid."

She asked, "What were you afraid of?"

I said, "I was afraid you wouldn't...wouldn't..." As I spoke, I thrust forcefully into her crotch, making a slapping sound.

She gasped, "Yes...yes...as long as you come...I'll...my god...my god...yes..."

For the first time, I proved my charm. Feeling triumphant, I became even more energetic, increasing my strength and speed, thrusting deeper and harder.

She was responding to me from below, moaning "Oh...oh...so good...so good..."

Gradually, I felt myself ejaculating, and I hurriedly asked her, "Can I ejaculate inside?"

She said, "Yes, I have an IUD."

We held her genitals tightly, moving faster and faster. Finally, like a volcanic eruption, I ejaculated into her vagina. My penis moved rhythmically inside her, injecting my semen deep into her vagina. She held me tightly, absorbing this milk of love.

I ejaculated, completely limp against her. She wiped her genitals first with a tissue, then my limp penis. She held me tightly, seemingly very fond of me.

After the climax, I came to my senses, feeling a lingering fear, afraid someone would come in and discover our affair—that would be terrible. After all, this was my first time crossing the line. Afterwards, I felt a pang of guilt and just wanted to leave her house as quickly as possible, to get away from this place of trouble.

I hugged her, kissed her a few times, put on my clothes, had her turn off the lights, and then quietly opened the door to check if it was safe. I finally escaped, my heart pounding – after all, I felt guilty.

Later, whenever we had the chance, we would make love in secret from our families.

No one knew about my affair with the Wen family's wife, not even the Zhang family in the middle branch. In October of that year, after the downfall of the Gang of Four, the rebels were completely defeated. In the early autumn of 1977, after nearly a year of criticizing the Gang of Four, the factory borrowed a university building to hold an isolation study class for the rebel leaders to prevent anyone in the factory from colluding or leaking information. The Zhang family men were prominent figures in the factory, key members of the study class, and they kept watch over the rebel leaders. She usually comes home one day a week. Wen's husband isn't going on business trips anymore; he sympathizes with the rebels and isn't having an easy time either.

Back then, power outages were frequent at night, so we used kerosene lamps or homemade diesel lamps for light.

One night, my wife wasn't home, and I was sleeping alone. It was probably late at night when I heard the chopping sound of vegetables coming from the kitchen, disturbing my sleep. The chopping continued, so I got up and went to the kitchen. In the dim light of the diesel lamp, I saw Zhang's wife from next door chopping radishes. She had her back to the kitchen door, wearing a jacket and shorts, and I could vaguely see her white legs peeking out. She was wearing slippers, which was very alluring.

I didn't disturb her and went back to my room. Suddenly, those white legs aroused my desire. This made my penis swell.

I knew the Zhang couple didn't get along; the man was short and had a sleazy look, while the woman was tall and somewhat attractive, but she only married the Zhang man because she loved the big city. Their relationship wasn't good. With three children, they struggled financially; their house had no furniture other than a bed, a table, and a few stools. Neither of them was very educated.

The Zhang wife often praised my wife's beauty, expressing great envy. She spoke softly and with a touch of coquetry, and being quite attractive, I didn't dislike her, even though I didn't like talking to the Zhang men. Sometimes, she even asked me to help her with sewing.

Thinking about this, my penis grew larger, drawn to the Zhang wife's thighs. The dinging sound was still going on, seemingly a call to me; I felt a little confident that she wouldn't refuse me, after all, from a man's perspective, I was much better than her husband.

I got out of bed again, put on a coat, went out of the room, and quietly stood at the kitchen door, watching Zhang's wife's back. I coughed and said, "It's so late, are you still chopping vegetables?"

She said softly, "Oh, you're still not asleep? Did I wake you up?"

I said, "No."

She continued to explain softly, "I need to chop the radishes so they can dry while the sun is shining these next few days. They've been sitting there for so many days, they'll rot if I don't chop them soon."

I said, "Oh, is that so? Be careful not to catch a cold, you're not wearing enough clothes.

" She still said softly, "Yes, don't worry. Aren't you going to sleep?"

Overwhelmed by lust, I rushed forward and embraced her from behind, panting, "Aren't you cold?"

She brandished the knife in her hand, laughing, "What are you doing? Watch out for your wife!"

I released her, dodging the knife, and said, "Are you stupid? Watch out for the knife!" Then I snatched the knife away, put it aside, and embraced her again. She giggled, bending over to avoid me.

I said, "Keep your voice down, the neighbors might hear."

She said, "Then let's go to your room.

" I took her hand and led her to my room. It was dark. I embraced her and kissed her. At first, she pretended to resist, but soon she stopped, and we kissed. Although she wasn't as voluptuous as Wen's wife, she wasn't particularly thin either. Although she was from the countryside, she had lived in the city for many years and knew how to be charming. Our tongues intertwined, making a sound.

Suddenly, She wriggled out of my arms and asked, "Your wife is so beautiful, and you still miss me?"

I said, "You're beautiful too."

She said, "No, she's not as beautiful as your wife. I didn't expect you to do this."

I asked, "How?"

She said, "This kind of thing is so embarrassing."

I hugged her and said, "Not embarrassing, not embarrassing."

I took off her shirt, but I couldn't undo her pants. I said, "How do you remember how to undo your pants? They're so hard to undo?"

She laughed and said, "If I can't undo them, then..." "You can't do it."

I continued to try desperately, but still couldn't untangle it. Finally, she smiled and said, "Let me."

She finally managed to undo her pants and take them off, lying on the bed. In the dim light from the window, I could vaguely see her naked body; she was slender, with small but firm breasts. I pressed myself against her, and she grasped my penis with her hand. I used one hand to explore her vaginal opening, finding it already wet. I inserted myself, and she clung to me tightly, as if she had received an unexpected windfall, extremely excited. She eagerly responded to my thrusts. She probably never imagined that a college student like me would fall for a country girl.

As I thrust in and out, her vaginal secretions made it incredibly slippery and smooth, and I could feel how tight it was, like a hand, gripping my penis tightly. When I stopped to rest, her… Her vagina was still twitching, holding my penis.

I said, "Your vagina is moving, oh, it feels so good."

She laughed and said, "It's because she likes you that it's moving."

I started moving again, and she moaned excitedly from below, "Oh...oh...so good...so good...it relieves my itch...it relieves my itch...oh..."

It was the first time I'd heard the word "relieves my itch," which made me even more excited, and I thrust even harder into her. She kept moaning softly, seeking relief from the itch.

I was tired, and she whispered, "Let me be on top." I lay flat on my back with my legs together, my penis erect, waiting for her. She straddled me, grasped my penis with her hand, aligned her vulva, and slowly sat down, first gently thrusting downwards, then, as things progressed, she increased the speed of her thrusts, moaning, "Oh...oh...it's so good...it's so good..."

She seemed a little tired and asked ... Me: You're not done yet?

I said: Not yet.

She moved around, saying, "You're in great shape. My husband only lasts three strokes, it's not satisfying at all."

My desire returned, I had her lie face down, arching her buttocks, knees spread. I inserted my penis into her vagina from behind, it felt different, like this, the impact on her buttocks added a sensual sensation.

She was panting below, intermittently... She said: "So good...so good...it relieves the itch...it relieves the itch so much...don't stop...fuck me harder...oh...oh..."

I felt like I was riding a tamed animal, feeling incredibly happy. I thrust even harder into her vagina for a while. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I asked her: "Can I ejaculate inside?"

She gasped and said: "Yes...yes...I...I...put...an IUD..."

I quickly turned her over; she was lying on her back, legs spread. I launched into my final thrust, the impact of our genitals making a slapping sound. With each slap, she gasped for breath. Finally, my semen gushed out, pouring deep into her vagina. She held me tightly, refusing to let go, as if holding a priceless treasure.

After I finished, I slumped against her like a deflated balloon. Our breaths mingled, slowly returning to normal.

For a long time, she still wouldn't let go. It was probably over an hour before she reluctantly left my bed.

We did it many more times afterward. Whenever my wife wasn't home, or her husband wasn't home, she would come over and enjoy herself with me.

More than 30 years have passed, but I will never forget it. Later, I was transferred out of my original unit and rarely saw them anymore. I wonder how they are doing now.

Among men, I am considered relatively honest and upright. During the difficult years of the Cultural Revolution, I had a few affairs. You can imagine what happened to others, and nowadays, it goes without saying that men with power, influence, and money are even more likely to have such affairs.

During the Cultural Revolution, I completed five years of study at a university in the capital. My hometown is an important town in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River. The turmoil of the Cultural Revolution made me utterly despondent. Returning to my hometown was my greatest dream, but because the job assignment plan after graduation was geared towards rural areas, grassroots, border regions, and factories and mines, there was no hope of returning to my hometown. Fortunately, I came from a relatively good family and wasn't assigned to a rural area. Instead, I was assigned to the Northeast Railway Bureau, working as a track maintenance worker in a border region. Those four years in the Northeast were the prime of my youth, but to return to my hometown, I couldn't fall in love there. I felt my longing for home overwhelmed everything. Several girls from the Northeast asked me to propose, but I politely declined. I was truly in a corner forgotten by love.

Four years later, after relentless struggle and effort, I was finally transferred back to my hometown. I became a teacher at a factory's affiliated school. By the time I returned home, I was almost 30, and only then, under pressure from my elders, did I hastily fall in love and get married.

At that time, my workplace was a large factory, and dormitory accommodations were available. Dormitory assignments were based on seniority, factory tenure, and number of family members. Since I was new to the factory, had a short tenure, and had few family members, I was assigned a small room. Soon after, I was assigned a single-family unit. Each unit had three rooms: large, medium, and small. The large ones were 30 square meters, the medium ones 25 square meters, and mine was 15 square meters. The large rooms had separate kitchens, while the medium and small rooms shared one kitchen, and the three families shared one toilet.

At that time, the Cultural Revolution was still ongoing, and factional conflicts still existed. In my unit, the large room was occupied by a long-time factory cadre surnamed Wen, very capable and talkative, a disgraced member of the "free spirit" faction. His wife was a worker from another factory, fair-skinned and plump. The medium room was occupied by a short worker surnamed Zhang, a favorite in the factory. His wife was a domestic helper, tall and somewhat attractive.

My wife works in Jiangbei and has to cross the river every day to get to and from work, which is very tiring. I drive her to and from work every day. We've lived here for about half a year and we've gotten to know everyone. The Zhang family in the middle house doesn't get along much with the Wen family because of differing opinions and because they have many children and face difficulties. We treat both families equally and live in peace.

Due to limited income, I try to save money by learning to sew clothes and repair bicycles, which is appreciated by the neighbors.

Summers in our area are like ovens, and nights are even hotter. The rooms are like steam rooms, unbearable to stay in. There are no fans, so everyone has to sleep on the roof to cool off. Men and women all wear thin shirts and shorts. They come up to cool off as soon as it gets dark, and only when the temperature drops a bit late at night can they fall asleep.

Among the neighbors, Wen's wife had very attractive, fair legs. Wen, a government official, also enjoyed chatting with me.

I remember it was late summer or early autumn of my first year, and the room temperature was perfect for sleeping. There was no television then, so usually in the evenings, we would relax in the corridor, enjoying the cool air before going back to our rooms to sleep.

One day, Wen's husband went on a business trip. My wife went back to her parents' house, and we chatted with several families. It was getting late, and everyone went back to their rooms to sleep. I, however, was still lingering, thinking about her fair, full, and sexy figure, and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Around midnight, I got up and left my room. Everyone else had already turned off their lights and gone to sleep. As I exhaled on the balcony, I suddenly noticed that Wen's key was still in the lock on her door.

I was very surprised. Had she deliberately left the key there to let me in? Or had she really forgotten about it? If it was intentional, what a great opportunity it would be! There was no one else at her house, and I could…; but I wasn't entirely sure, and I didn't dare to be presumptuous. If she wasn't interested and I was rejected, how embarrassing would it be for the neighbors next door? But on the other hand, if she really was interested, it would be such a waste to give up, since most men strongly yearn for their first affair.

After hesitating and struggling for a while, I decided to use the excuse of returning the key to probe her intentions. Afraid of disturbing the neighbors, I knocked softly on her door.

I whispered from outside, "You forgot your key, you forgot your key."

After a short while, I heard a reply from inside, "What is it?"

I said, "You left your key on the door. "

The light was on inside. The door opened, revealing her wearing a tank top and shorts, her eyes still sleepy, her white flesh dazzling. She held the doorknob in one hand and rubbed her eyes with the other, a woman's scent wafting towards me.

I handed her her key, saying, "Why did you forget your key at the door? That's dangerous."

She smiled and took the key, saying, "Oh... thank you..."

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, then I said, "Could you give me a glass of water?" I went inside. She turned and poured me a glass of water, smiling as she handed it to me, gesturing for me to sit down and drink. As

I drank, my heart pounded; I was so excited and nervous.

She smiled and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

I said, "It's hot, I can't sleep."

After taking a few sips of water, I suddenly put down the cup, rushed forward, and hugged her tightly. I almost fainted. She struggled slightly in my arms and said, "What are you doing?"

I said, "I like you." I kissed her, and she shook her head a few times before I kissed her. At that moment, I touched her breasts, and my penis hardened, pressing against her. This made her lose control. While we were kissing, she said, "Be careful the neighbors in the back building don't see us.

" We retreated to one side of the room, still hugging her. Her hand touched my penis, and I let her hold it through my pants. She didn't refuse. Holding my penis, she asked me, "Do you want to play in the sand?"

I said, "Yes."

She hurriedly pulled the curtains behind her, without turning off the light. We went to the bedside, and I took off her vest. She sat on the edge of the bed. Her large breasts were prominently displayed. I bent down and sucked on her nipples, my hands caressing her full, smooth back. She complied without resistance. Soon, I took off her shorts. She was completely naked, fair and voluptuous, yet still had a defined waist, rounded thighs, a flat crotch, and sparse pubic hair—very beautiful. I didn't have time to admire her; I quickly stripped off my own clothes and pressed myself against her plump, naked body. I first touched her vaginal opening; it was already very slippery. My little brother was already rock hard, so I parted her legs. She was panting, and quickly took my little brother in her hand, aimed it at her opening, and I thrust in all at once. Then came a series of rapid thrusts. I felt how wet, tight, and hot she was inside. She hugged me tightly, panting slightly, and asked me, "Is it good?"

I said, "Yes, it's good. How about you?

" She said, "It's good...so good...oh...harder...harder..." I rocked on her soft body. Her vagina was tight, slippery, and hot—it felt incredibly good. It was the first time in my life I had experienced the thrill of adultery, and it was truly indescribable.

After a while, she rolled over and pressed down on me, her vagina enveloping my little brother, moving back and forth on top of me, panting as she moved, completely excited. Soon, she was sweating profusely, and her vagina was very wet. She kept wiping the water from her vagina with a towel, afraid that the water would dirty the bed. But the water kept coming out. I think her sex drive is really strong, otherwise where would so much water come from?

After resting downstairs, I rolled over and spread her white legs apart, placing them on my shoulders. Her buttocks were raised high, her vulva open. I inserted my thick, long penis inside her. She moaned, "So good...so good...your thing is amazing...amazing..."

I asked her, "Am I thicker than your husband's?" She gasped, "Yes."

She then asked, "Do you really like me?"

I said, "I've liked you for a long time, but I was too afraid."

She asked, "What were you afraid of?"

I said, "I was afraid you wouldn't...wouldn't..." As I spoke, I thrust forcefully into her crotch, making a slapping sound.

She gasped, "Yes...yes...as long as you come...I'll...my god...my god...yes..."

For the first time, I proved my charm. Feeling triumphant, I became even more energetic, increasing my strength and speed, thrusting deeper and harder.

She responded to me from below, moaning softly, "Oh...oh...so good...so good..."

Gradually, I felt myself ejaculating, and I hurriedly asked her, "Can I ejaculate inside?"

She said, "Yes, I have an IUD."

We held her tightly at her genitals, moving faster and faster. Finally, like a volcanic eruption, I ejaculated into her vagina. My penis moved rhythmically inside her, injecting my semen deep into her vagina. She held me tightly, absorbing this milk of love.

I ejaculated, completely limp against her. She wiped her genitals first with tissue, then my limp penis. She held me tightly, seemingly very fond of me.

After the climax, I came to my senses, feeling a lingering fear, afraid someone would come in and discover our affair—that would be a terrible thing. After all, this was my first time crossing the line. Afterwards, I felt a little guilty and just wanted to get out of her house as quickly as possible, to leave this place of trouble.

I hugged her, kissed her a few times, put on my clothes, had her turn off the lights first, then quietly opened the door to check if it was safe, and finally escaped. My heart was still pounding; after all, I had a guilty conscience.

Later, whenever we had the chance, we would make love to each other behind our families' backs.

No one knew about my affair with Wen's wife, not even the Zhang family in the middle of the family. In October of that year, after the Gang of Four was overthrown, the rebels were completely defeated. In the early autumn of 1977, after nearly a year of the campaign to expose and criticize the Gang of Four, the factory borrowed a building from a university to hold an isolation study class for the rebel leaders, to prevent anyone in the factory from colluding or leaking information. Zhang's husband was a rising star in the factory, a key member of the study group, and kept watch over the rebel leaders. He usually came home one day a week. Wen's husband also stopped going on business trips; he sympathized with the rebels and his life wasn't easy either.

Power outages were frequent at night, so we used kerosene lamps or homemade diesel lamps for light.

One night, my wife wasn't home, and I was sleeping alone. It was probably late at night when I heard the constant chopping of vegetables coming from the kitchen, keeping me awake. I got up and went to the kitchen. In the dim light of the diesel lamp, I saw Zhang's wife from next door chopping radishes. She had her back to the kitchen door, wearing a jacket and shorts, and I could vaguely see her white legs peeking out. She was wearing slippers, which were quite alluring.

I didn't disturb her and retreated to my room. Suddenly, those white legs aroused my desire, making my penis swell.

I knew the Zhang couple didn't get along. The man was short and had a sleazy appearance, while the woman was tall and somewhat attractive, but she had married the Zhang man because she loved the big city. Their relationship wasn't good. With three children, they struggled financially, and their house had no furniture other than a bed, a table, and a few stools. Neither of them was very educated.

The Zhang wife often praised my wife's beauty, expressing great envy. She spoke softly and with a touch of coquetry, and being quite attractive, I didn't dislike her, even though I didn't like talking to the Zhang men. Sometimes, she even asked me to help her with sewing.

Thinking about this, my penis grew larger, drawn to the Zhang wife's thighs. The dinging sound was still going on, seemingly a call to me; I felt a little confident that she wouldn't refuse me, after all, from a man's perspective, I was much better than her husband.

I got out of bed again, put on a coat, went out of the room, and quietly stood at the kitchen door, watching Zhang's wife's back. I coughed and said, "It's so late, are you still chopping vegetables?"

She said softly, "Oh, you're still not asleep? Did I wake you up?"

I said, "No."

She continued to explain softly, "I need to chop the radishes so they can dry while the sun is shining these next few days. They've been sitting there for so many days, they'll rot if I don't chop them soon."

I said, "Oh, is that so? Be careful not to catch a cold, you're not wearing enough clothes.

" She still said softly, "Yes, don't worry. Aren't you going to sleep?"

Overwhelmed by lust, I rushed forward and hugged her from behind, panting, "Aren't you cold?"

She brandished the knife in her hand, laughing, "What are you doing? Watch out for your wife!"

I let go, dodging the knife, and said, "Are you stupid? Watch out for the knife!" Then I snatched the knife away, put it aside, and hugged her again. She giggled as she bent over to avoid me.

I said, "Keep your voice down, or the neighbors will hear."

She said, "Then let's go to your room."

I took her hand and led her to my room. It was dark, and I hugged her and kissed her. At first, she pretended to resist, but soon she stopped, and we kissed. Although she wasn't as voluptuous as Wen's wife, she wasn't particularly thin either. Although she was from the countryside, she had lived in the city for many years and knew how to be charming. Our tongues intertwined, making a sound.

Suddenly, she broke free from my embrace and asked, "Your wife is so beautiful, and you still miss me?"

I said, "You're beautiful too."

She said... "No one's as pretty as your wife. I can't believe you'd do this."

I asked, "How so?"

She said, "This is so ugly."

I hugged her and said, "Not ugly, not ugly."

I took off her shirt, but I couldn't undo her pants. I said, "How do you remember how to undo your pants? Why are they so hard to undo?" She

laughed and said, "If you can't undo them, it's because you can't do it."

I kept trying desperately, but I still couldn't undo them. Finally, she smiled and said, "Let me do it."

She finally managed to undo her pants and took them off. She lay on the bed, and in the dim light from the window, I could vaguely see her naked body; she was slender. She had small, firm breasts. I pressed down on her, and she grasped my penis with her hand. I used one hand to explore her vaginal opening, finding it already wet. I thrust inside, and she clung to me tightly, as if she had received an unexpected windfall, extremely excited. She eagerly responded to my thrusts. She probably never imagined that a college student like me would fall for a country girl.

I pumped in and out; because of the abundant vaginal lubrication, it was incredibly slippery and smooth, and I could feel how tight her vagina was, like a hand. She gripped my penis tightly, and even when I stopped to rest, her vagina was still twitching and holding it.

I said, "Your vagina is still moving, oh, that feels so good.

" She laughed and said, "It's because she likes you that it's moving."

I started moving again, and she moaned excitedly from below, "Oh...oh...so good...so good...it relieves the itch...it relieves the itch...so relieves the itch...oh..."

It was the first time I'd heard the word "relieves the itch," which made me even more excited, and I thrust even harder into her vagina. She moaned softly, "It relieves the itch..."

I was tired, she whispered, "Let me do it." I lay flat on my back with my legs together, my little penis erect, waiting for her. She straddled me, grasped my penis with her hand, aligned her vaginal opening, and slowly sat down. At first, she slowly thrust downwards, and later, as things went smoothly, she increased the speed of her thrusts, moaning, "Oh...oh...it's so itch-relieving...it's so itch-relieving..."

She was a little tired and asked me, "Aren't you coming yet?"

I said, "Not yet."

As she moved, she said, "You have such a good body. My husband comes after three thrusts, he's not satisfied at all."

My energy was rising again, I had her lie face down, arching her buttocks, and spreading her knees. I inserted my penis into her vagina from behind, it felt different, like this, the thrusting against her buttocks added a sensual sensation.

She was panting below, saying intermittently: "So good...so good...it relieves the itch...it relieves the itch so much...don't stop...fuck me harder...oh...oh..."

I felt like I was riding a tamed animal, feeling incredibly happy. I thrust even harder into her vagina for a while. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I asked her: "Can I ejaculate inside?"

She gasped, "Yes...yes...I...can...put...an IUD...on..."

I quickly turned her over; she was lying on her back, legs spread. I thrust in, the impact of our penises making a slapping sound. With each slap, she gasped for breath. Finally, my semen gushed out, pouring deep into her vagina. She held me tightly, refusing to let go, as if she were holding a priceless treasure.

After I finished, I slumped against her like a deflated balloon. Our breaths mingled, slowly returning to normal.

For a long time, she still wouldn't let go. It was probably over an hour before she reluctantly left my bed.

Later, it happened many more times. Whenever my wife wasn't home, and her husband wasn't home either, she would come over and have fun with me. More

than 30 years have passed, but I will never forget it. Later, I was transferred out of my original unit and rarely saw them anymore. I don't know how they are doing now.

Among men, I am considered relatively honest and upright. I even had a few affairs during the difficult years of the Cultural Revolution. You can imagine what others are like. Nowadays, it goes without saying that men with power, influence, and money are even more likely to have affairs.

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