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Repost, from the classic novel *Summer* (5-11), by the author Youyuan. 

Chapter 5
At noon, the three of them ate at a small restaurant near the company. They must be regulars, as they knew the staff well.
The menu was simple, but the highlight was the food. "Just order whatever you like. I'll treat you tonight, a welcome-back dinner,"
He Lan said, glancing at Wen, seemingly pleased. "No need," Wen replied, "Let's go home tonight. I'll cook for you."
"Silly wife," Liang sighed, "you're being polite when someone's treating? I want to go too! Always treating people, I never gain weight!" He
sighed as the food was served, lamenting his hard-earned money.
He Lan covered her mouth and laughed. "Liang said you shouldn't worry about the groceries you bought this morning, it's settled then."
Turning to Wen, he said, "Don't sigh anymore, eat as much as you want tonight, there's plenty of whatever you want."
The dishes were simple, but He Lan's favorite, the prawns, wouldn't be overlooked. When the prawns arrived, Liang took the plate and naturally placed it in front of He Lan. He Lan inwardly admired Liang's thoughtfulness. Both Wen and Liang were excellent men; Wen was steady but seemed a bit too bookish, while Liang, though jovial, possessed an unusual sensitivity.
The dishes had barely been served when Wen's phone rang. It was the middleman who had introduced them to the major client they'd been talking to that morning. The company's head was at a hotel, and Wen needed to go over for a meeting.
"You guys go ahead, I'll call a taxi home after I finish eating."
"No need, you and Liang eat. I'll just go for a bit. If two people go together, they might find it harder to say certain things."
He went out, and Liang followed. The two discussed things in the hallway for a while, and He Lan could tell they were genuinely nervous about this deal.
When Liang returned, he smiled at her. "Sometimes it's like fighting a war; if you're unlucky, even a cooked duck can fly away."
Helan smiled, "Why not eat? It's quite fresh."
"I've been to this shop many times; the live animals wouldn't dare to be sneaky!"
Liang said, reaching out to remove a bit of shrimp meat from Helan's lips. When his fingers lightly touched her lips, Helan trembled slightly, a blush rising to her cheeks.
She pushed away her wine glass to hide her embarrassment. "I can't take it anymore; my face is starting to burn."
Liang gently stroked her cheek with his other hand, looking at her. "No."
Helan let out a long breath, tilting her head to rest Liang's hand on her shoulder.
"Awen and I have been looking forward to your arrival these past few days!"
Helan's heart skipped a beat, her head spinning. Could it be that they really...? She blushed and lowered her head.
He continued, "After she left, I felt like a lost soul, wandering aimlessly. Now that you're here, it's like coming home; you bring the feeling of home."
Helan breathed a sigh of relief. "It's such a pity about you and Xiao Li!"
"Perhaps this ending was destined,"
he said. "It's so good to see you."
Liang's palm was pressed against her face, his thumb gently touching her rosy lips.
Helan didn't move, quietly enjoying this warmth. The slight pressure on his lips sent a warm current through her body, and she felt a throbbing between her legs, her heart enveloped in a thrilling secret affair.
(Oh... Wen, is this what you wanted to give me? I'm sorry, I really have to accept it.) She exclaimed inwardly.
Liang's fingers were still moving when the door opened, and the waiter came in. The two immediately sat up straight. Helan gave him a coquettish glance, "Let's go."
Reaching the door of the private room, Liang blocked the way, pulling her into a hug around the waist. He murmured in a dreamlike voice, "Lan, let me hug you."
Helan nestled against him tenderly, teasingly saying, "You've had too much to drink!"
He held her close, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply. He then leaned down, searching for her lips, but this time she pushed him away, whispering, "Let's go, be good."
Liang offered to take her home, but Helan insisted on taking a taxi herself. Helpless, Liang flagged down a taxi for her, and Helan felt the dizziness from the red wine intensifying.
*** *** *** ***
Helan slept soundly all afternoon. When the phone roused her, it was already getting dark outside. It was Wen calling.
"What time is it?"
she asked wearily.
"It's past seven, honey, I'm on my way. Come downstairs in ten minutes and I'll pick you up for dinner. Liang has already made a reservation."
He Lan had been reluctant to get up, but she had no choice but to get out of bed.
In the car, Wen was beaming. He Lan could tell from his expression that the case was progressing well, but she didn't ask, and he didn't say anything either.
"You know what? That brat Liang really spent a fortune tonight. He usually wouldn't go to that place."
"Really? What for? Why bother? I'd rather cook for you guys."
"He just wants to win a smile from the beauty!"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'm not going!"
He Lan gritted her teeth, giggled, and slapped him.
The car arrived, and the hotel was indeed impressive.
Chapter 6
After dinner that night, the three of them went to the hotel's nightclub.
All three were in good spirits, chatting and laughing. Wen seemed slightly drunk, slumped on the sofa; Liang held the microphone, singing intermittently. As the ballroom played a softer tune, Liang took the microphone from her hand and said, "Take Lanlan out for a spin."
Helan stood up, laughing and scolding him, "I don't need you to boss me around!"
Emerging from the private room, the dance floor was pitch black. Helan was still groping in the darkness when Liang pulled her into his arms, pressing her tightly against his chest
. Helan obediently complied. Soon, Liang became uncomfortable; Helan's full breasts pressed against his chest, like a burning flame. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, reaching out to pull her closer, holding her even tighter. Helan whispered in his ear, "Are you dancing?"
Liang snorted, his hands sliding down to her ample hips, gently caressing them—it was torture.
As he spoke, Helan sensed his excitement, secretly smiling and turning her head away from him. The people on the dance floor were all just swaying slowly in place, like them; in the darkness, only the flickering cigarette butts on the seats could be seen. Liang lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then slid his hand down...
"No..."
Helan tried to tilt her face back, but he pressed her down firmly on her back, easily kissing her warm lips. Helan murmured and tried to push him away, but his embrace was too strong, and she was powerless to break free. The heat emanating from their thin clothing was also tempting.
Helan finally gave in, parting her lips slightly to meet his. Their tongues intertwined, and she smelled a faint scent of red wine mixed with a light cigarette smoke—a wonderful aroma. Strangely, the image of Wen alone in the private room, holding the microphone, suddenly flashed into her mind, leaving her feeling confused.
Liang's hand took the opportunity to lift the thin fabric, gently caressing the skin of her lower back, smooth and slippery, all the way down to her back. The music played, and Helan was entranced. Her deepest desires easily overcame her restraint. When Liang's magical hands slid towards her breasts, she offered no resistance, even wriggling and guiding them, allowing him to easily lift her bra cups and grasp her full breasts.
"Oh..."
she murmured softly, sticking out his tongue and panting, "You're so naughty!"
Liang remained silent, the swelling in his lower body preventing him from answering. He pressed his erection tightly between her legs, and Helan felt a surge of heat rushing to her center.
Just then, the music ended.
Helan snapped out of her daze. Fortunately, the lighting in the private room was also dim, making it easier for them to be comfortable inside.
"It's too dark,"
Helan said, referring to the outside lights.
"Is it better that it's dark?" Wen asked
Liang, looking up.
"Of course, holding a soft, warm body in my arms, bright lights would be so unnatural!"
Liang replied with a grin.
"You two are disgusting!"
Helan scolded, her face flushed.
Chapter 7
While dancing with Wen, Helan clung to him. Wen sensed her passion and whispered in her ear, "Are you in heat?"
Helan pinched him hard, and Wen jumped up with a "whoop." Helan pulled him back and nestled into his arms again, "Hold me tight!"
she murmured softly.
"Were you being naughty just now, you little rascal?"
he asked in her ear.
"Get lost! Does everyone look like you?"
Helan playfully punched him.
Wen kissed her cheek, but she immediately reciprocated with a kiss on his lips.
Wen tilted his head back, staring at her in the darkness with a mischievous smile. Helan felt as if her secrets had been laid bare, her face flushing instantly. "Tell me, is it true?"
he pressed.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I won't dance anymore,"
Helan pouted.
"Okay, okay,"
Wen pulled her back into his arms.
The music played softly, and their steps were gentle. Helan followed Wen's steps peacefully, her heart burning, her mind in turmoil. Wen's lips brushed against her ear, gently nibbling her earlobe, softly asking, "Are you happy?"
Helan loved it when he nibbled at her like that; it tickled, making her heart flutter with a strange pleasure. "Mmm..."
she answered, her mind reeling.
"Can you relax a little, wife? I want to make you happy,"
Wen whispered.
"Hmm..."
"Don't worry about me, okay?"
"Hmm..."
He moved his hand to her chest, gently rubbing her breasts through her clothes. Helan pressed her body against him nervously. "Did Liang do this just now?"
Wen tempted her.
"Hmm...yes..."
Helan seemed to be talking in her sleep; just like when she was dancing with Liang, the two men's harassment made her unable to control herself. Helan was now immersed in a huge vortex of lust, her mind in chaos but still with a sliver of reason—the music should stop! But at the same time, another voice was shouting: Don't stop, keep dancing like this.
In the past, when the couple made love in bed, they would indeed joke about the other finding a lover, and a few times they even planned it as if it were real, but that felt like a joke between the two of them, and Helan never elevated it to the level of reality; when Wen mentioned this on the phone before she left this time, she still regarded it as a psychological relief for Wen when he was alone and sexually frustrated.
He knew Helan harbored deep affection for Liang, and now she felt even more sympathy for his unhappy marriage, especially since her feelings for Liang had transcended that of brothers. Like many men, Wen harbored a strange, dark desire to witness his wife's infidelity, even fantasizing about Liang's beautiful ex-wife making love to her new lover.
In his eyes, Helan's trip was… a win-win-win situation. He held a deep, brotherly affection for Liang, a bond that had lasted since university and would undoubtedly continue. As a man, he was well aware of Liang and Lan's mutual admiration, including their restraint. In truth, both he and Helan had only ever fantasized about one person—Liang.
Helan began to regret her past indulgence of Wen's illicit thoughts. Now, even she herself was stirred, and she felt a pang of fear—a fear of losing control of herself!
Standing before the enormous mirror in the bathroom, she examined herself: a woman with a fairly charming and fresh face, but through her gaze, she could see—she was almost lost!
Chapter 8
It was nearly midnight when the three of them returned home.
Liang was still in high spirits, opening the refrigerator, taking out a few cans of beer, and handing them to Wen, "Still drinking?"
He Lan muttered as she went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Wen tilted her head back and gulped down a beer, then stopped and looked at Liang, "What?"
Liang chewed on peanuts, feigning ignorance.
Wen hesitated, unsure what to say. There seemed to be a slight awkwardness between them, and Liang, feeling bored, took the beer and gulped it down as well.
Wen didn't say what she wanted to say.
The room was quiet, with only the sound of running water from the bathroom.
"She was very happy today,"
Wen said.
"Yeah, you can tell."
Wen suddenly found it a little funny that the way they were talking had become so awkward, and couldn't help but laugh. Liang was a little confused. "What's wrong?"
Wen waved his hand dismissively, "Come on, drink!"
The sound of water inside stopped; Helan had probably finished washing. Wen finally couldn't hold back any longer and downed the rest of his wine in one gulp. "I'm going to take a shower. You go to the room and keep her company."
Liang lowered his head. "...That's not...appropriate..."
Wen ignored him and went to the room to find a change of clothes.
In the bathroom, Helan stood naked in front of the mirror, carefully drying her body. Then, she hesitantly approached the mirror to examine herself. The cold water made her nipples erect. She cupped her slightly sagging breasts with both hands and gently ran her index finger across the nipple, sending a shiver through her body. Her fair and smooth skin was her pride, but her face was slightly pale, something she had noticed before coming here, probably due to lack of rest.
She released her hands, and her heavy breasts immediately slumped down, returning to their natural state, but her nipples remained erect. She thought of the two men in the living room and smiled. What's meant to happen will happen. Thinking this, she glared at herself in the mirror. A teacher, a role model, could so easily stoop to this level!
She felt her defenses completely crumble… her body, which she had just dried, was wet again.
"How annoying!"
she said to herself with a laugh, putting on her pajamas.
Liang opened his second can of beer. Wen came out of the room, tilted her head at him, and went into the bathroom.
He felt lost like a little boy, suddenly losing all his courage, even his penis, which had been aroused for hours, suddenly went limp. Their room was to the left of the sofa. He could hear Helan drying her hair with a hairdryer, just a few steps away, but he wanted to run away, to run to his own room on the right, or even escape this house altogether.
All along, although Liang and Helan were very casual, it was all in jest, and it was just a little secret between them. Helan wanted him and Wendu to be together, and for a time he still respected her as his elder sister; but now, facing the most ambiguous thing between men and women, and in front of her husband, his best friend and brother, he hesitated.
He silently finished the bottle of wine he had just opened, reached for another can, and then he heard Wen singing in the bathroom—the same song he'd sung several times that night in the karaoke room.
The song brought him back to the scene from a few hours earlier. Immediately, he felt a surge of desire again.
He went into their room; Helan was drying her hair with a hairdryer. "Let me do it,"
he said.
Helan smiled and handed him the hairdryer. He stroked her hair with one hand as he dried it. A fragrance filled the room. "It smells wonderful,"
he said.
Helan turned her face, smiling alluringly. Her hair was almost dry. His hand rested on her shoulder; the soft body beneath her thin cotton nightgown instantly aroused his desire; his hand reached to her chest, pressing against her full breasts…
"Slap!" Helan gently slapped him away.
"Don't be naughty!"
she whispered.
But he pulled her close, kissed her, and with one hand loosened the belt of her nightgown, pushed her down onto the bed. "No..."
Helan cried out.
Her snow-white body was completely naked beneath her pajamas; Liang saw her body for the first time. He was astonished by her flawless white skin, her full breasts and delicate nipples, and the thick, horny pubic hair he couldn't have imagined.
She curled her legs up, preventing him from seeing more. Liang pounced on the bed, kneeling beside her, and kissed one of her breasts, but she suddenly jumped up, rolling to the other side of the bed. "Liang, get out, Wen's coming in right now."
Liang's face flushed red, he stared at her resentfully, then picked up the hairdryer from the floor and left the room.
Chapter 9
Wen came in, grinning. Helan turned away, ignoring him. "What's wrong, wife? Were you harassed?"
"Look what you've done!"
Helan grumbled.
Wen grinned and lay down beside her, his hands wrapped around her breasts, kneading them wantonly. "Alright, I formally apologize! Besides, it wasn't entirely my fault; that guy outside was also audacious."
"Get lost!"
Helan shyly pulled away from him.
"And besides, you're not good yourself either, dressed so provocatively."
Wen pointed to the two protruding points on her chest.
"Provocatively? Where? Where? This is my own room."
Before she could protest, Wen had already peeled her like a banana. Without any foreplay, Wen went straight into her, where she was already soaked. Wen didn't rush into anything, supporting himself as he looked at her: "Wife, you're in good shape today, are you having a flood?"
He Lan shyly slapped his firm buttocks, then lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.
He leaned down and whispered: "Alright, wife, since you don't like it, then you're not allowed to do any of those little handsy things with him anymore, don't think I don't know, understand?"
He Lan pursed her lips and closed her eyes, "I understand!" she
said, then giggled.
Wen began to thrust, her private parts miraculously lubricated, while at the same time, there were slight twitches stimulating his penis. Helan groaned and writhed, her eyes closed as she endured the pleasure; gradually, she couldn't control herself and began to sob uncontrollably.
At this moment, Wen paused, pressing down on her tightly and kissing her. "Alan, I know you want him. Shall we start now? Let him in, enter you!"
Wen's hands groped at their point of contact, gently caressing her tender, sensitive areas.
Helan gasped for breath, opened her eyes, and said softly, "I can't do it in front of you..."
Wen suddenly realized her psychological barrier and continued to kiss her. "Okay, okay, I understand. You want to be alone with him? You really want him, don't you?"
Helan closed her eyes, her face flushed, and nodded slightly.
"Shall I take you there later?"
Wen said.
"Ugh, no!"
Helan shook her head. "Husband, penetrate me."
Helan murmured softly.
"Wife, close your eyes. Now think of me as A-Liang. He's in, he's inside..."
Helan trembled. The two had played this game before, but this time was different. Ah Liang was truly on the other side of the door, able to hear everything that was happening.
He Lan went wild, "Oh, okay... Liang... Ah Liang, why did it take you so long... to... fuck me!"
Wen began to thrust, equally frenzied, "Lan Lan... I've wanted to come for a long time..."
he hummed. Soon, they were nearing their climax...
"Coming, Liang..."
He Lan screamed without restraint at the final moment...
Wen responded, equally driven mad by his wife's wantonness and fervor. He thrust desperately, finally ejaculating.
Wen waited for the breathtaking spasms to completely subside, touched He Lan's face, and laughed heartily.
"You're so annoying! I heard everything!"
He Lan complained coquettishly, her face flushed, making her skin appear exceptionally delicate.
"Wouldn't it be better to let him know your true colors?"
"I'm ignoring you! I'm going back tomorrow!"
"Pretending!"
Wen laughed at her.
"You!"
He Lan was furious, turning away and ignoring him. Wen, helpless, went over to coax her again.
*** *** *** ***
In the middle of the night, He Lan got up to use the bathroom. Just as she was about to return to her room, she suddenly saw a red light flashing on the balcony outside the living room. At first, she was almost startled, but upon closer inspection, she vaguely recognized it as Liang, who was smoking outside. She paused for a moment, and then heard Wen snoring from the other room.
She hesitated for a second, then crossed the living room. Outside, the sweltering night was still hot and bothersome. Liang turned around and stared intently at her.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
She walked over, gently nestled in his arms, and looked up at him.
"Can't sleep?"
He sighed, hugged her, and gently kissed her lips. "I really can't sleep."
Their tongues intertwined, Liang greedily sucking at her sweet saliva, his tongue sweeping through her mouth. His hands slipped inside her nightgown, grasping her breasts and pulling it off, revealing Helan's beautiful breasts completely in the soft moonlight.
Just as he was about to take further action, Helan pushed him away. She gracefully moved behind him, embracing him. "Don't move!"
she whispered. Her hands slid down, pressing against his throbbing, swollen member, then carefully slipped inside his underwear, grasping...
Liang's penis was already erect. Helan's warm, skillful touch made it throb even more. He couldn't resist turning around to caress her body, so Helan had to come in front of him. Liang's size astonished her; she could barely hold it in her hand.
With a few gentle strokes, Liang began to breathe heavily, his breath rising and falling with Wen's snoring from inside. The two felt an increasing excitement of their affair. A few more strokes later, Liang, tormented by desire, reached his climax. He pulled Helan close, howling like a wolf, and convulsed with her, his semen shooting out with Helan's movements…
The final surge of climax was overwhelming for her. His roar startled Helan, who, fearing to wake Wen, quickly covered his mouth with a passionate kiss. Liang almost fell, his penis slipping from Helan's grasp. He reached out and held it, continuing to rub it against her body; one hand reached towards Helan, slipping through her thick, velvety pubic hair, touching her entrance…
She stopped him, straightening her clothes and wiping the still-erect tip of his penis, kissing him several times. "Be good, go to sleep."
Then she took his hand and led him into the room.
Liang, still wanting more, tried to cling to her, but she firmly pushed him away. She pulled a thin blanket over him, said, "Be good!"
and then gracefully left.
Chapter 10
In the morning, Helan opened her eyes early, a habit that sometimes bothered her. No matter how late she went to bed the night before, she would wake up at the same time the next day. Looking at the time, she saw it was a few minutes later than usual. Wen was still fast asleep, a strange, mischievous smile on his lips. She composed herself and decided to get up and make them breakfast.
There was no movement in Liang's room either; they were probably used to rushing to get up and go to work, not opening their eyes until it was time.
She suddenly remembered that Liang hadn't slept much. She pushed open the balcony door and could vaguely find traces of last night. Recalling her bold actions last night, a blush rose to her face. She tiptoed into the bathroom.
Wen got up on time, and after a while, Liang also came out with red eyes. Wen stared at Liang exaggeratedly, "What's wrong? Looks like a rabbit's eyes?"
Wen scratched his head and said.
"Look at yourself, you look like a panda. But I think I had a wonderful dream last night."
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Helan, who had just come out of the kitchen.
Wen seemed to sense something and looked at Helan, who pretended to pour milk and didn't look at him.
*** *** *** ***
"I'm done eating."
Wen picked up his briefcase and prepared to leave. "I'm leaving now."
He said.
"Hey, wait for me. My car isn't working well, I'll hitch a ride with you."
Wen looked at him with some disbelief. "You're not afraid to stay home, are you?"
he laughed at him.
"Yeah, it's best to avoid suspicion under the same tree."
Liang said insincerely.
Helan laughed and scolded the two of them: "You two are so annoying, you're cut from the same cloth!" Liang grinned:
"Actually, the car really broke down."
"Aren't you going to kiss your husband?"
Wen joked from the doorway. Helan gave him a charming sidelong glance, walked over and kissed him.
"So cheesy!"
Liang said unhappily.
"Oh...you're making me drool!"
Wen said.
Helan boldly threw herself into Liang's arms, giving him a kiss in return; she looked at Wen with a provocative expression. Liang returned the kisses repeatedly. Wen made an exaggerated expression of disbelief, then tilted his head in a very Western way, wearing a pitiful, helpless expression.
The two left one after the other.
Helan felt a little calmer after they left. She reclined on the sofa, starting to feel tired. She hadn't slept much the night before, and for the past two days, she had felt extremely tense, despite an undeniable sense of pleasure.
She had always found Wen's schemes absurd, but the intellectual stimulation and the initial pleasure filled her with gratitude. The illicit affair drew closer, bringing with it panic and longing. She vaguely sensed Wen's desire: he wanted to make love to her with Liang. The thought of the three of them enjoying themselves made her tremble uncontrollably.
Liang also made her nervous; she loved him more and more! The feeling was like a young girl in her first love. As a husband, Wen was competent; as a man, Wen was excellent, but Liang's youthful energy, contrasting with Wen's maturity, also attracted her.
Perhaps Wen's maturity would far surpass Liang's somewhat impetuousness in his future career, but Liang's burning gaze had subtly drawn her in since their first meeting years ago. She had simply dismissed this as a fantasy common to all men and women.
Last night, in that midnight situation, both her heart and body yearned to lie naked on the living room floor and have sex with Liang immediately. However, an inner knot held her back: she couldn't imagine what Wen would feel when Liang made love to her so intensely, or perhaps it was a man's subconscious urge to spy on his wife moaning softly beneath another man. One thing was undeniable: if she were Wen, she would collapse.
Putting herself in his shoes, she felt as if she were stepping into a trap, perhaps with treasure below, or perhaps a bottomless abyss.
*** *** *** ***
All morning, Wen and Liang were negotiating the specific details with representatives from that large company, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
After having lunch with the representatives, Wen went to Liang's office. There was another project to finalize that afternoon, from one of Liang's former clients.
"Hey kid, why are you so listless today?"
Wen took a cigarette from his desk, lit it, and sat down opposite Liang.
"You're one to talk! I think I'll have to move out for two months. I'm screaming all night long, I can't close my eyes at all."
Liang pretended to be very aggrieved.
"You're exaggerating, kid!"
Wen glared at him and scolded, "Why don't you give me the materials? I'll take someone with me, and you can go home and rest."
Wen said.
"No need, just kidding. Don't take it seriously!"
"No, give me the materials. By the way, I'm going home for dinner tonight, ask Alan to make something nice."
So Wen handed him the prepared documents.
"I'll call you again if there are any problems!"
Wen looked at him meaningfully and smiled.
*** *** *** ***
He Lan took a nap on the sofa in the morning, then cleaned and washed Wen and Liang's sheets and clothes, giving the house a thorough cleaning.
Just as she was resting, drenched in sweat, she received a call from her son, who asked what she was doing.
She said she was washing her father's clothes.
Her son asked, "Are there any smelly socks left?"
making her giggle. She had originally planned to bring her son, but her grandparents wouldn't allow it; they couldn't bear to part with him after not seeing him for months.
Just after talking to her son, Liang returned.
"So early?"
she asked.
"Your husband is kind enough to let me catch up on sleep since I didn't sleep well last night. Hey! You've done a thorough cleaning?"
"You two have made such a mess of the house!"
"Don't bother, we have a cleaning lady! She's paid monthly anyway."
"Then you can take it off and give it to me. Where did you put your bedspread? I can't find it."
"Oh, it's in the closet upstairs, so high up, no wonder I couldn't find it."
Helan unfolded the bedspread, and the two of them spread it out together, she carefully smoothing it out. At this moment, Liang stepped back to the door and closed it, then walked to the bedside and gently embraced her.
"No!"
Helan blushed and hesitated.
The room was quiet, and their heavy breathing could be heard. Helan leaned back on the bed, and the two kissed.
"I'm all sweaty..."
Helan said as Liang's hand slipped inside her clothes.
"You smell so good..."
he whispered in her ear, gently pinching one of her nipples.
At this moment, Helan was very engaged, much better than last night. It seemed as if she was welcoming her husband home after a long absence.
She kissed him deeply, "Wen will kill you!"
she said, glancing at him sideways.
He pulled her casual clothes off her head, "I'm not afraid,"
he said.
He encountered a small problem while unhooking her bra, and she smiled as she helped him.
"We've gotten rusty,"
he said.
She laughed and hit him, "You can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth!"
Soon, Helan was completely naked. Liang stared intently at the snow-white flesh before him, seemingly reluctant to violate her.
She became shy under his gaze and pulled the blanket over herself tightly.
Helan blushed and didn't watch him undress until he was naked beside her. Only then did she tremble and snuggle into his arms. Liang began to kiss her, his hands immediately reaching the center of her body. The velvety smooth pubic hair felt wonderful to the touch, and the moisture seeped into his palms. He gently parted her tender lips with his middle finger, slightly penetrating deeper. Helan moaned softly, and their passionate kiss continued.
Helan's hand slid down shyly, touching his erect penis, once again astonished by its thickness and strength; further down, she grasped his two round testicles, gently kneading them in her palm.
Liang, panting heavily, wantonly rubbed her genitals, spreading lubricant all over her lovely areas. He rose and lay on top of her, somewhat comically lightly touching her vulva with his penis. He looked down between her spread legs: the contrast between her snow-white, rounded thighs and her thick, dark brown vulva was striking—the white dazzling, the black alluring. Helan's desire had already slightly parted her vulva, and he finally reached there, intimately touching it, and thrusting in.
Helan couldn't help but cry out, his magnificence causing her brows to furrow. An unprecedented fullness and abundance overwhelmed her…
She groaned loudly; the initial discomfort vanished in a few seconds, replaced by waves of pleasure. She responded wildly to his thrusts, occasionally offering a wet, hot kiss.
Suddenly, Liang stopped, apologetically pressing down on her buttocks, stopping her writhing.
"You can't move…"
A boyish, ashamed smile appeared on Liang's face.
"Is it coming?"
Helan gently stroked his face, sweat trickling down her fingers.
"Then come on, I want it..."
she murmured.
Helan's voice was no less intense than the frenzied thrusting, and Liang couldn't help but become wild again, resuming his vigorous movements.
Helan waited for him gently, feeling that the pleasure of their spiritual connection made her neglect the physical pleasure. Liang's ecstatic expression filled her with tender joy, while physical pleasure became secondary.
Her tenderness was evident on her face and in her sliding fingers.
"Oh... Lanlan..."
Liang thrust even more wildly, finally ejaculating deep into her in the midst of battle...
Helan held him tightly, her expression unchanged, very docile, very tender...
"Lanlan, aren't you happy?"
Liang was bewildered by her calmness, asking breathlessly.
"No, it's great!"
Helan noticed his gradual weakening, "I finally let you succeed, you bad boy!"
she said.
"It's been so tough! My hair's turned white from waiting."
Liang said with a grin.
"You smooth talker!"
Helan said angrily.
He slipped out, still muscular. Helan reached out and grabbed his hand tightly. "You were scary!" "Really
? Scared?"
"Mmm..."
She snuggled into his arms. "I like it."
"Are you tired? Why don't you take a nap?"
She tried to get up.
"No, you sleep too."
Liang held her tightly.
Helan said helplessly, "Okay."
Chapter 11
Wen spent the entire afternoon in a daze.
Even at the review meeting, he was like this. Xiao Zhang, who was assisting with the case, noticed and looked at Wen strangely. Wen himself also noticed. Fortunately, it was a small company, and they didn't have much experience with this kind of copywriting, so they vaguely finalized the case.
Wen naturally understood the reason for his chaotic mind. As soon as the meeting ended, he returned to his office. He kept imagining Liang returning home. He was a little surprised by his own restless state of mind.
Then he did something even he couldn't understand: he left the company before four o'clock. He drove at breakneck speed back to his apartment building.
He ran upstairs, but slowed down just before reaching his floor.
Finally, he got back into his car.
*** *** *** ***
He only came home after receiving a call from Helan.
The first thing he saw was Helan's flushed face. His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he didn't even have the courage to look at her face. There were quite a few dishes on the table, and Liang seemed to be busy in the kitchen. Helan glanced at him cautiously and took the bag from his hand.
He went into the room, and she came in while he was changing his shoes, closing the door behind her and standing there watching him.
"What's wrong?"
he forced a smile.
Helan lowered her head. "Are you unhappy? I knew you'd be like this!"
Her eyes were brimming with tears.
"Why am I unhappy? What's wrong?"
Wen calmed down, looked up, pulled her to his side, and smiled broadly. "Did you do something bad? Feeling guilty? Ha!"
Helan pounced on him, pressing tightly against him. Wen held her close, his hand reaching down, his gaze questioning her. She shyly avoided his eyes.
"Did you?"
She glanced at him, then immediately turned her face away, nodding slightly.
Wen's head buzzed, and he suddenly felt a soreness all over his body. The thing he had long hoped for had been confirmed. A strange feeling welled up inside him, turning into a sour liquid that seemed about to burst from his esophagus. Men really are strange creatures.
He composed himself, turned her face to look at her, "What a slut! How about it... is it good?"
She didn't answer, but leaned down and kissed his lips. Wen became excited, his body suddenly throbbing with desire.
"I won't! Never again! Okay? I know you can't accept it, you're angry, right?"
She looked at him with teary eyes.
"Silly girl, what are you saying? He's kissing her. I'm so happy! Really. Actually... it's just a little uncomfortable! This brat got off easy, didn't he! By the way, you two got off easy!"
She chuckled.
"Get lost, I'll never do it again!"
"Is that possible? That hungry ghost, once he tastes blood, will he let you go?"
Wen rolled over and pinned her down, starting to rub her...
After playing for a while, they heard Liang calling for dinner outside.
"Ignore him!"
Wen said.
The two kept kissing. After a while, he stopped: "Are you happy?"
he asked.
Helan buried her face in his chest and gave a coquettish "Mmm."
He cupped her face in his hands. "Tell me what happened!"
"No!"
Helan giggled, broke free, and ran off the bed.
She left.
*** *** *** ***
During the meal, the three of them drank and ate in silence, occasionally exchanging a few words before falling silent, creating an awkward atmosphere. After finishing their meal, Helan went to clean up, and the atmosphere improved somewhat when the two of them talked about company matters in the living room.
Liang, perhaps unable to bear the awkwardness, took a phone call and then excused himself to leave, fleeing the door before Helan could come out. Wen went into the kitchen, where Helan was washing things at the sink. He went over and embraced her, his hand slipping inside her shirt to knead her breasts. She giggled and squirmed.
"He went out,"
he said.
"What does that have to do with me?"
she said.
"Really?"
He kissed her ear and reached to undo her pants, but she broke free, shaking the water droplets off her hands as she ran out of the kitchen.
"You little rascal, you're a bit embarrassed."
Naturally, the two of them went to the bed and lay down naked. Wen stroked her hand as he spoke.
She didn't speak, only looked into his eyes. The air conditioning was a bit chilly, so he pulled a blanket over them both. Helan's genitals were slightly damp, and Wen's slippery fingers wiggled there.
"What about you? Don't you care at all?"
She turned her face away, looking out the window.
Wen sighed, hugging her from behind, his penis erect and pressing against her buttocks, but strangely, he felt no desire for intercourse. "Actually, after I let him come back this afternoon, I regretted it a little!"
Wen said.
"Really?"
She turned her head to look at him, then turned back, chuckled softly, and sighed, "I thought you wouldn't react at all."
"How could I? I'm afraid you'll laugh at me if I tell you."
Wen gently pinched her earlobe.
"Hmm, tell me."
Helan said coquettishly.
"Actually, I came back a little while after A-Liang came back."
Helan suddenly turned around. "Really? I don't believe you!"
"It's true, I even went upstairs."
"You want to..."
Helan pinched his nose.
"No, I wanted to stop it..."
Helan said "Oh," and moved closer to his face. Both of their faces were burning hot. "Why didn't you come in?"
"I don't know,"
he said.
Helan returned to her original position. "Do you regret not coming in now?"
she said softly.
"Not now. I know you're happy to see you."
He sighed deeply. "It's the truth."
"No, I won't... You know I feel so guilty!"
Helan took his hand from her breasts and stroked it.
"Don't be like that, Alan. Actually, I'm fine. I just started acting out of male instinct. Since it's already like this, let's just let it be, okay? Lanlan, I'm happy as long as you're happy."
"You bad boy. Is it all for me?" She pinched him. She wanted me to keep blaming myself... "
Of course it's for you!"
Wen relaxed. "At least 99% of it is for you!"
"You're escaping your guilt!"
Helan mocked.
"It's true,"
he argued.
Helan released him, reached behind her, grasped his thick, engorged penis, lifted her thigh to the side, and whispered, "Come in."
Her vagina was already incredibly lubricated, and Wen gently thrust in, penetrating her completely. He moved gently and slowly, his hands kneading her breasts. Helan warmly enjoyed this familiar way of making love, and couldn't help but laugh, thinking of Liang's roughness that afternoon.
Wen sensed this and asked her, "What's wrong?"
She continued to laugh, refusing to answer.
"Lanlan... how did you... begin?"
Wen asked the question he had always wanted to ask, but became a little shy.
"Mmm..."
she whined, refusing to answer.
He pulled out, leaned over her, and re-inserted, "Oh... was it in his room?"
"Mmm..."
Helan began to get excited.
"Is this how you're penetrated...?"
Wen gasped.
"Yes."
She began to convulse...
"Do you still want him?"
Wen teased lightly.
"Want... is it okay?"
"Sure, as long as you're willing... Oh... do you like him inside you?"
"Yes..."
"Don't you want your husband anymore...?"
"Yes... husband. Harder."
Wen began to thrust forcefully, he felt her contracting in waves, he leaned down and pressed his whole body against her, pounding into her hard, Helan began to scream softly, he knew she was about to reach her climax, "Wife, do you want me to cum inside? Did A-Liang cum inside you?"
"Yes... give me... yes... he gave me a lot..."
Helan became frenzied, raising her body high in response to him.
Wen erupted in the throes of thrusting, his semen spraying deep into her in waves...
Wen lay down beside her, panting heavily.
"You're better than me, kid, right?"
Wen asked shushingly.
He Lan closed her eyes slightly, "You're not bad either. Honey, I'm tired!"
she said sweetly.
"Wife, who do you want to sleep with tonight?"
Wen asked shamelessly.
"You're so annoying!"
she pushed him away, "I want... to sleep by myself!"
Wen laughed and hugged her.

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