Fun older brother

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During her few days in Hangzhou, Mrs. Juan was elevated to the status of Empress Dowager, indulging in eating, drinking, and merrymaking at home, doing whatever she pleased. With her parents constantly around her, she was living a life of unbridled bliss. Aside from phone calls with her husband, I spent almost all her time indulging in decadence. During the call, feeling deeply ashamed of the previous incident, she skipped over details, only briefly mentioning that she had met a fun-loving older brother on the train. Since this man had many "older brothers," it didn't raise any suspicion in my mind; I simply told her to be careful.
Then one day, my wife suddenly received a call from Da Dong, who wanted her to show him around Hangzhou (Da Dong is from Nanjing). That cunning Da Dong had been meticulously preparing for days, everything was in place, and once my wife got tired of staying home, he could easily get her to come out, and he was certain it would work out.
Unexpectedly, his wife flatly refused: "Brother Da Dong, I'm so sorry, my husband won't let me go out with other guys alone! I really can't help it, don't be angry! He's so stingy. How about I tell you some fun places to go, and you can go with a tour guide!"
Da Dong was completely caught off guard. He never expected that everything was ready, but the right opportunity just wouldn't come. He was furious, but he still had to smile apologetically on the phone: "It's okay, it's okay, then tell me!"
At this moment, although her husband was far away in Nanjing, he already knew his silly, easily fooled wife well. So he had previously established several family rules, the most important of which was this: under no circumstances could she be alone with other men without her husband's knowledge. (Voiceover: Even though I'm in Nanjing, you can't pretend I don't exist!)
When one plan failed, Da Dong immediately pulled out plan number two: "Juan'er? Have you bought your ticket yet? You said you were going home on the 7th, right? I'm going to buy the ticket today, do you want me to buy it for you too?"
The lazybones immediately exclaimed, "Great! Great! It would be best if you bought me a sleeper berth, I want to lie down on the way back. Hehe!" (The wife meant to buy two sleeper berths, but there was a slip of the tongue that Da Dong exploited. The old fox later bought only one sleeper berth.)
"Oh, okay, then I'll go buy the ticket in a bit. Let's meet in the waiting room on the 7th!" Their conversation ended there.
Good days always fly by; before the wife felt she hadn't enjoyed it enough, the 7th had already arrived. Early on the 7th, my wife opened her luggage and discovered that all the comfortable clothes she had brought over the past few days were dirty, but she had been too lazy to wash them. All that was left in her bag were a miniskirt, black stockings, and a strapless princess dress—needless to say, the ones I had insisted she buy. Reluctantly, she had to grit her teeth and wear these sexy clothes to the train station. As
soon as she got out of the taxi, countless eyes bombarded her, even the surrounding police officers were watching closely. My wife fled in panic, finally finding some peace in a secluded corner of the waiting hall. Checking her phone, she realized she was a bit early; her brother, Da Dong, would probably be arriving a while longer. So she paced back and forth along the secluded aisle to kill time.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out from behind and covered her mouth. My wife was terrified but couldn't make a sound. His other hand brazenly reached inside his wife's clothes, ripping off her bra. Her two round, firm breasts sprang out, trembling, but were immediately grabbed and roughly kneaded.
His wife was in excruciating pain, but with a fierce struggle, she managed to break free of the man's grasp. Turning around, she glared angrily at a lewd-faced man approaching with a lewd grin. Seeing no one around, she covered her breasts and retreated step by step. The lewd man leaped forward, reaching for her skirt. Just as his hand was about to touch her, he was suddenly grabbed from behind. Enraged, the lewd man didn't even look, turning to deliver a heavy punch. With a "crack," a thin, dark-skinned man blocked the punch—none other than Da Dong.
Da Dong calmly twisted his arm with surprising strength, and with a "crack," the lewd man's shoulder dislocated on the spot. Da Dong turned to his wife and said, "I'll hand him over to the police." He led the man with the severed arm away, his real intention being to give his wife time to tidy her clothes.
As they turned the corner, Da Dong gave a strong push, and with a "crack," the molester's arm was reattached. He casually handed him a wad of cash, and the molester happily left. It turned out that all of this was arranged by Da Dong. He had been hiding in the shadows, not only witnessing his wife's exposed body but also playing the role of her protector—a double benefit.
With everything settled, Da Dong hurriedly found his wife and asked with concern, "Are you alright? Juan'er, don't be angry. I broke that man's arm for you, to help you get revenge."
"I'm fine now, thank you, Brother Da Dong." His wife had calmed down by now. It wasn't the first time she'd been harassed, but Da Dong had indeed given her a sense of satisfaction. In her eyes, Da Dong now seemed strong and reassuring.
As ticket checking began, the crowd surged towards the gates. Da Dong gripped his wife's hand tightly and said, "Let's go!" His wife was startled, her heart fluttering, but she didn't pull away. The two walked hand-in-hand through the crowd. Da Dong shielded his wife from most of the people, while she followed behind, a strange feeling creeping into her heart as she looked at his tall figure.
Once on the train, his wife immediately released his hand: "We're here, Brother Da Dong, thank you." Da Dong smiled but remained silent.
Arriving at the sleeper compartment, his wife immediately asked curiously, "Brother Da Dong, why did you only buy one sleeper compartment? Where are you going to sit?" Da Dong nearly fainted on the spot: "We had enough seats last time, didn't we? We should save where we can. Sleeper compartments are more expensive, and besides, we can chat if we sit together, right?"
His explanation convinced the little fool, so the two sat down as before, eating and chatting. His wife casually kicked off her sandals, her long, sexy legs in black stockings swaying by the bedside, arousing Da Dong's lust. He stammered incoherently, waiting impatiently.
They chatted for half an hour, and Da Dong, having endured half an hour of torment, finally saw his wife thirsty and pull out a can of green tea. Da Dong was overjoyed; his opportunity had arrived. This time, he was prepared; the aphrodisiac was hidden in a small paper packet in his pocket. With just ten seconds of his wife's carelessness, he could slip it into her drink.
Da Dong feigned nonchalance, and as his wife put down her tea, he quickly said, "Juan'er, I brought you a gift this time!" His wife immediately pressed him for details, asking what it was and where it was. Da Dong smiled and said, "It's in my suitcase. Go see for yourself!" His
wife immediately fell for the trap, running to rummage through the drawers. With her back to Da Dong, he seized the opportunity, quickly pulled out the aphrodisiac, tore open the packet, and poured it all into his wife's green tea. Watching the aphrodisiac dissolve instantly, Da Dong was overjoyed, unable to contain his excitement.
A moment later, his wife pulled out a small box. "Brother Da Dong, is this it? Ah, what a beautiful bracelet!" The little woman beamed with joy upon receiving someone else's gift, skipping and jumping around, completely unaware of the impending disaster.
"Yes, try it on!" The bracelet Da Dong had given her was quite valuable and luxurious. His wife was immediately overjoyed after putting it on, thanking him repeatedly. Da Dong, meanwhile, calmly agreed, waiting for her to drink the aphrodisiac. Sure enough
, a moment later, his wife picked up a green tea and took a large gulp, but after drinking it, she pouted and frowned, causing Da Dong to break out in a cold sweat. Before Da Dong could speak, his wife angrily said, "Why is this green tea so sour and unpleasant to drink? It's not iced tea! Humph! I won't buy it again." She twisted the cap off and threw the "iced tea" into the trash can.
Da Dong coughed up blood on the spot, having thrown away the only packet of medicine he had. He secretly regretted not bringing a hundred or so packets; then, no matter how much she threw away, it wouldn't matter. Fortunately, he had just taken a big gulp, which was enough to make the little beauty suffer. Feeling slightly better, he continued chatting with his wife with a smile on his face.
As they chatted, his wife gradually felt the same sensation returning. She cried out in alarm, fearing she would embarrass herself again, and quickly told Da Dong that she was a little sleepy and wanted to take a nap. Upon hearing this, Da Dong sat down at his wife's feet so she could lie down and sleep, but his thieving eyes kept peeking under her miniskirt as she lay down.
As soon as his wife lay down, her head spun, and she felt unbearably hot all over. She wanted to take off all her clothes, and felt a slight itch in her lower body. Unconsciously, she rubbed her two silk-stockinged legs together. Da Dong, who was watching all this, couldn't help but feel aroused, but he suppressed his desire and waited for the right moment. His wife, on the other hand, was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Her whole body was getting hotter and hotter, and a strange feeling filled her chest. The more she rubbed her legs , the more numb and itchy they felt. Her mind became simpler and simpler, and she couldn't think deeply. Gradually, she couldn't help but moan...
Suddenly, something touched his wife's knee, as cold as a pen, gliding across it. The cold, sharp touch suppressed the heat in her body, and his wife immediately shuddered. Before she could understand what it was, she was gently stroked again, and then again... With each stroke, his wife felt an indescribable comfort, as if a cool electric current had passed through her body.
After a few strokes, Da Dong, sensing his wife's reaction, stopped using his fingernails and boldly placed three fingers lightly on the back of her knee, slowly stroking and kneading from bottom to top. His wife immediately felt a cool and relaxed sensation throughout her body. With repeated kneading, his wife finally realized that it was Da Dong's hand, that he was violating her body. However, under the influence of the drug, she only knew how to enjoy it and couldn't think of resisting.
Slowly, Da Dong's hand moved to his wife's smooth calves, caressing them little by little. His wife's sexy black stockings amplified the sensation on her skin, and waves of pleasure made her tense up. Da Dong's hand suddenly moved from bottom to top, gradually slipping inside his wife's skirt. Slowly, he pulled the black stockings down her thighs, little by little, until they were completely pushed up to her calves.
Da Dong's large hands finally reached his wife's entire fair and rounded thighs. Without any restraint, he slipped both hands inside her narrow skirt, fondling her bare thighs exposed after she removed her stockings. He meticulously explored each area, from the elastic outer thighs to the soft, sensitive inner thighs, kneading them repeatedly.
Finally, his wife could no longer bear it, and a long, soft moan escaped her lips, "Eee...ah..." Da Dong's caresses made her so lost in the moment, her mind only able to recall Da Dong's tall and imposing figure and the genuine sense of security she felt. At this moment, she only wanted to fully enjoy this wonderful feeling, only wanted to be roughly ridden by Da Dong, completely unable to think about anything else. Not only did she acquiesce to Da Dong's excessive violation, but she also cooperated by moaning, "Ah... ee... more..."
Hearing these delicate moans, Da Dong's penis swelled to its limit. He roughly ripped off his wife's skirt, leaving her only in a small pink and white patterned panty. The lustful fluid from his wife's vulva had already flowed down her thighs, her entire vulva was faintly visible, and her lower body was almost completely exposed to Da Dong's eyes.
Da Dong lay down next to his wife and pulled her small body into his arms. The faint fragrance emanating from his wife made Da Dong feel dizzy. He reached behind his wife and inserted his two rough hands into her panties, squeezing her two plump buttocks.
Although his wife's breasts weren't particularly large, her buttocks were full, perky, and incredibly elastic. When Da Dong squeezed them, he immediately felt a rich, fleshy sensation in his hands, an indescribable, intoxicating pleasure that made him want to knead them vigorously. Her buttocks were shaped into various forms under his kneading, causing his wife to gasp and moan softly.
After kneading, Da Dong's fingers lightly traced up and down her buttocks, making his wife unbearably itchy. She kept wriggling back and forth in Da Dong's arms, occasionally bumping against his erection, making him lose his senses. He grabbed his wife's small hand and shoved it into his pants. In her dazed state, his wife felt his engorged penis and even began to stroke it, making "plop...plop..."
Da Dong's penis, unable to withstand such stimulation, secreted a large amount of sticky fluid, all of which sprayed onto his wife's small hand. Da Dong could no longer restrain himself. He sat up, lifted his wife's buttocks, spread her legs (which were only partially covered by black stockings) and hoisted them onto his shoulders. He then pressed his head against her already soaked vulva through her panties and began to lick it vigorously.
The scent of her vaginal fluids sent Da Dong into a frenzy, and he cried out in pleasure. However, this licking was a major failure, because it was precisely this action that I, far away in Nanjing, loved most: licking Juan'er's vulva through her panties, which always made her moan. At this moment, Da Dong's action was like a bucket of cold water poured over his wife's head. In her dazed state, she suddenly remembered her husband in Nanjing, her family, her responsibilities, trust, and promises.
Suddenly, Juan'er felt as if struck by lightning, breaking free from the aphrodisiac's control. She watched as her buttocks were lifted high, and Da Dong vigorously licked her vulva. Connecting the two strange sensations, Juan'er suddenly realized what had happened, overwhelmed with shame. She kicked Da Dong away, quickly put on her skirt, picked up the green tea from the trash can, and rushed to the train conductor's office…
Da Dong was later forced to confess in the face of evidence and was arrested by the police. However, this man was no ordinary person; he had considerable influence in both the legal and illegal worlds, and going to the police station was merely a formality for him. After this incident, instead of hating his wife, he became even more eager to have Juan'er's baby, and a series of further manipulative acts followed—but that's another story.
Juan'er, deeply ashamed, didn't tell me what had happened when she got home. Instead, she remained depressed for several days. When asked, she remained silent. I mistakenly assumed she had a conflict with her family and didn't think much of it. After some comforting in bed, she gradually regained her usual composure.
However, the Juan'er of today was no longer as pure, carefree, and generous as before. She had begun to conform to worldly ways and was prone to suspicion. Was this change in her life a sign of maturity? Is it decadence? Is it sorrow? Is it joy?

[The End]

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