Forwarding a full version of a story about shared housing - Part 4

July arrived, and the weather was unbearably hot, like being steamed alive. During the day, it was manageable; the air-conditioned office made the heat less noticeable. But after work, especially back home, it felt like entering a fiery inferno, and nobody wanted to have sex. Every morning, men woke up with their penises erect, clearly visible even through their underwear.
One weekend, the two couples of us decided to go to the beach. But when we got there, there wasn't a single place to change clothes. We regretted not changing into our swimsuits at home. The husbands had to turn around and keep watch while the two of us women quickly changed behind the small parasols we'd brought, like thieves. After packing our clothes and placing them in a conspicuous spot on the beach, we eagerly rushed into the sea. It was so refreshing; the seawater instantly kept the heat at bay. Xiaowen, who grew up inland like the three of us, couldn't swim, so she naturally took on the job of watching the clothes from the shore, only splashing around in the shallows.
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 Xiaowen 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. We managed to cheer her up and then 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 Xiaowen.
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, plopped down, and panted as he said to me, "I didn't realize you were so good, swimming 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 realizing that only the spot where he was sitting was relatively flat; the rest was all sharp and painful to the touch. So I said, "Get up, get up, let me sit for a bit."
"As if you're the only one who's tired? Where am I supposed to sit if you sit here? Or 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, so 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 naturally 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 put his arm around my waist, and I let him be. The hair on his calves tickled me. I was wearing
a backless swimsuit, and he was holding me 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 up, touching my breast and gently kneading it.
"Hey, taking advantage of me?" 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." I said, pulling his hand away forcefully. His hand was pulled off and landed on my thigh. His hand
caressed my thigh again; this was my sensitive area, and I didn't know what to do with him. In
the sweltering heat of the past few days, my husband and I hadn't been intimate. There was an inexplicable urge within me, and now I felt both uncomfortable and controlled by a strong primal need, so I could only quietly look at the distant horizon and let him do as he pleased.
He silently turned one of my legs around, and I ended up sitting sideways on his lap. My full breasts stood high before him, their outlines clearly visible through the thin swimsuit, and my heart began to race. He continued to caress my exposed skin, and, sensing my reaction, became even more unrestrained. From
my inner thighs to my calves, his hand slipped inside my swimsuit from behind, grasping my breasts and caressing them for a while before sliding down to my abdomen. Seeing that I didn't resist, his other hand slipped inside my thighs, 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 tease inside, and I felt a slight pleasure.
Finally, he withdrew his hands, cupped my face in his hands, and kissed my lips. I unconsciously responded, and we began to kiss, though the sitting position limited our depth. He helped me up so I sat facing him, straddling his lap, and we continued kissing. I felt his penis growing harder and larger.
I whispered, "Shall we go back?"
He didn't answer, still holding me tightly, his face pressed against my chest, his nose rubbing 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, repeatedly saying, "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 comfortable and moved my body in response to 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 nibbling at them with his teeth. I closed my eyes, enjoying his sucking.
Our contact was limited to this; I couldn't cross the line. We held each other tightly like that until we both calmed down.
I held his head, stroked his hair, and whispered, "It's time to go back."
He nodded, got up, and helped me put on my swimsuit.
We swam back silently, and as we neared the shore, I saw my husband standing in the water, his hands supporting his wife's breasts and thighs, teaching her to swim.
From then on, everyone became bolder with their clothing, often the four of us running around the house in our underwear. I noticed a subtle change in Xiaowen's relationship with my husband; she kept saying she wanted to go swimming again, and the way she looked at him became 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 seems to become a formality. My classmate and I were no exception; we often teased each other when no one was around, and occasionally we would even kiss.

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