Mid-Autumn Festival Chat

The evening after Mid-Autumn Festival, my wife and I were chatting at home. "Honey, Old Wang next door is a nice guy." "Yeah, very handsome." "He seems to have a thing for you." "Don't talk nonsense." "You two get along really well." "Just gossiping." "His wife isn't much to look at." "Yeah, ugly." "She keeps a close eye on Old Wang." "Yeah, she watches him every time he comes in." "Actually, there's no need to be so petty, but I'm not that narrow-minded." My wife was taken aback, staring at me for a long time, "You're so insightful?" She then went to the kitchen to busy herself. Soon, a table full of delicious dishes was served, and unexpectedly, a bottle of citronella tea was brought out. "It's nothing special, why such a high-class affair?" My wife smiled without answering, blushing. I asked again, "Should we invite Old Wang over for a few drinks?" "Is that alright? You'd have to pay." Of course, I would pay. During the meal, Old Wang became increasingly uneasy, glancing at my wife every now and then, his lecherous gaze making me feel embarrassed for him. To cover his embarrassment, Old Wang poured me drinks enthusiastically, urging me to drink even more, as if he wanted to force-feed me the bottle. I, of course, readily obliged, drinking voraciously until I was drowsy and slurring my words, soon "drunk" and lying on the sofa. They, however, didn't hesitate, quickly moving me to the small bedroom bed. Old Wang then led my wife out by the hand. Though drunk, I could still see clearly. They didn't forget to close the door behind me. About ten minutes later, I heard the door open, and my wife came in, softly asking, "Are you alright?" Her trembling voice sounded like she'd just been through a terrible shock. I responded with even louder snoring. My wife quietly closed the door again and left. A moment later, I got out of bed, thinking, "This is going to be interesting." I gently pushed the door open; there was resistance. Peeking through the crack, I saw a chair blocking the doorway. Luckily, I was gentle and didn't make a sound. They were keeping me out of the way. Oh well, I shouldn't frighten my wife. I closed the door, went back to bed, and thought, "Let what happens outside be. Whether it's bitterness or exhaustion, they've brought it on themselves! It's not my fault!" Thinking this, I actually fell asleep. The next morning, I woke to find my wife hugging my legs, her face blissfully happy, nestled close to my penis, fast asleep. She looked like a baby who had eaten and drunk her fill, contentedly sleeping. Her rosy cheeks held a captivating joy, like clouds, like rosy dawn, exceptionally endearing. Water lilies are compared to beauties, but sleeping beauties are even more enchanting. Over the years, whenever I'm moved, my wife adopts this position at night. Oh, I forgot to mention, yesterday I invited Old Wang over, and first served him a cup of coffee with Viagra in it. Kid, you can't help but be aroused. Now, imagining how they were making love last night, a burning sensation rose in my lower abdomen, and my penis swelled up like it had been injected with chicken blood. But I still tried my best to restrain myself, unwilling to disturb my wife's sweet dreams.

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