Reposted from 69 Four People's Journey (Original by a young woman)

Choosing to travel during the National Day holiday was hardly a wise move. After two hours of driving, we still hadn't left the city. The sheer volume of traffic barely does justice to the current state of affairs. The initial enthusiasm I felt was ruthlessly shattered by reality. My imagined galloping through green hills and clear waters was replaced by a cacophony of honking horns and curses. The opening of the Shenzhen Metro doesn't seem to have significantly reduced the burden on the city's roads. A metro is a symbol of a city's civilization and economic development; thinking about its smooth operation now is truly a pleasure. Lost in thought, the car stopped again. I squinted, looking helplessly at my husband. He stretched out his hands, indicating his inability to help, which only made him seem more resigned. Poor husband, his fancy SUV could only move with an elegant gait. Just then, I saw Shanshan walking briskly towards our car in the distance. Looking closely, Shanshan had a truly impressive figure, especially her breasts, which jiggled slightly as she ran. Bored drivers stuck in traffic would wave and whistle at Shanshan. My husband was also staring at her, even making clicking noises. Only when I looked at him did he look away and sit up straight, pretending to be serious. By then, Shanshan had opened the back door and gotten in, immediately launching into a tirade against Du Zhong and my husband, criticizing their decision to go on a road trip during the National Day holiday as incredibly stupid and a terrible idea… The car started moving again. We finally made it through the tollbooth, and the car picked up speed, which eased my anxiety a bit. Shanshan was busy discussing the performance of the SUV with her husband, laughing and joking, leaving me feeling neglected. I wanted to chime in, but I don't know anything about cars, and I felt a pang of jealousy... Just then, we saw Du Zhong's car parked at the service area, waiting for us. Opening the door, Du Zhong looked aggrieved and said, "This road trip has really turned into one-man driving." He was waiting for his wife, wanting her to switch cars, but Shanshan refused, yelling, "I want to ride in the SUV! You drive alone!"... For some reason, I got out of the car and said to Du Zhong, "Come on, I'll ride in your car." Perhaps it was the jealousy of being ignored that caused my unusual behavior. Under my husband's surprised gaze, I got into the passenger seat. Du Zhong was naturally delighted, looking quite pleased with himself, as if he thought this was exactly what I wanted... He kept glancing at me with his glasses the whole way, as if he wanted to say something, but I ignored him. "Are you angry with me?" After a long silence, he finally blurted out, "Why would I be angry with you?" I retorted, "What do you have to make me angry? Is it because I was looking at you?" Actually, you should be happy that a man likes to look at you. It means you're attractive and beautiful. Originally, I still thought of Du Zhong as a sleazy person, but after his explanation, I felt much more at ease, and even a little smug. It's always good for a woman to be complimented on her beauty! Besides, I later realized that the first time he looked at me was unintentional... The atmosphere eased considerably immediately. Seeing that the frost on my face had melted, Du Zhong tried to start a conversation with me again, "Sister-in-law, I heard you've been learning music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since childhood?" I rolled my eyes at him. "Who told you that? I do play the piano and read some books, but I don't have any other hobbies. Oh, sister-in-law, wait a minute. I heard you're a very skilled dancer. When will you let me see you?" I looked directly at Du Zhong. "My husband told you that, right? Because I haven't danced in a long time, and my husband has only seen me dance once." Du Zhong, who had mentioned it casually, flashed a white smile and chuckled. "My husband would mention me in casual conversation? ?" I didn't believe him. "It's true, I know quite a lot about you, all told to me by your husband. What does my husband tell you? From your past to how you met, got to know each other, fell in love, got married, to your home, your bed, your work, your lifestyle, everything." Du Zhong rattled off so much... I was stunned, my mouth agape. "Are you bragging? I don't believe it. How could that be? My husband wouldn't tell you so much!" Du Zhong gave a sly smile. "Okay, I know that the first time you and your husband stayed overnight in a hotel was at XX Hotel, right?" There were condoms in the room, but you told your husband he didn't need to wear one, right? And you were passionate all night, not stopping until after 4 AM, right? ... Sister-in-law? Sister-in-law? It wasn't until Du Zhong called me a second time that I reacted in utter shock, a strong sense of betrayal washing over me. At that moment, the good image of my husband in my mind vanished. I immediately sent a text message to my husband, my phone with only one bar of battery left... To confront him? At this point, Du Zhong sensed my anger and hurriedly called me several times, "Listen to me, sister-in-law, let me explain, okay? Actually, it's perfectly normal for men to chat about women in their free time. Your husband and I are best friends, you know that. We talk about everything, family, career, and lovers. This can't be categorized as betrayal..." Hearing this, I thought he made some sense, and I wasn't so angry anymore. I asked him, "Was it just my husband telling you, or were you two talking to each other?" "Of course it's mutual. We brothers have no secrets. Your husband probably knows even more about me..." I didn't want to hear anymore. I couldn't accept the sordidness between men; it made me ashamed and indignant... After a few minutes of silence, I finally couldn't hold back and asked Du Zhong, "Do you also tell my husband about your private life with my wife?" He said, "Yes, I do, often. Does your wife know?" "Yes, she doesn't mind me doing this..." At this point, I was speechless! I closed my eyes, leaned back in the car seat, and stopped talking... My thoughts were a bit chaotic; I needed to sort them out. I drifted off to sleep, and when I felt the car stop, I slowly opened my eyes. It was getting dark. I glanced to my side; Du Zhong was looking at me. Then I looked ahead; we were at a tollbooth in a city. Then I asked:Where are they? Du Zhong looked at me, flashing that annoying set of white teeth again. "You look so beautiful when you're sleeping!" Du Zhong's irrelevant answer reminded me to sit up straight and look around. Seeing nothing amiss, I huffed, "You're looking around again! I'll tell Shan Shan you're being a pervert!" Du Zhong just smiled without saying a word. I immediately pulled out my phone and called my husband to ask where they were. Du Zhong said not to bother calling, they'd taken the wrong road, but both roads lead to their destination. We can only meet up in XX City now! What? How could this be? Du Zhong said they'd taken the wrong road, and if they went back to catch up, it would take even longer. When can we meet up? Hmm, probably the morning after tomorrow. I almost jumped up in the car. This time I dialed my husband's number directly, but it was out of service. I immediately sent a text message to Shan Shan... I asked, "What are we doing here?" "Oh, I just got a call from your husband. He confirmed we got lost. We arranged to meet in XX city, and then you woke up!"... I knew that getting angry at this point would be pointless, so I said, "It's okay, let's go."... The car drove into a city I didn't recognize. The dazzling neon lights told me that the people here also loved nightlife. "Sister-in-law, let's find a place to eat. Your husband told me to take good care of you." I was still confused by what had happened today and didn't want to say anything unnecessary, because I hadn't sorted things out yet... I nodded in agreement. I don't remember what we ate, because it tasted bland! During the meal, Du Zhong's attempts to please me didn't allow me to say much to him. It wasn't until the car stopped in front of a hotel that I vaguely sensed something was amiss, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Du Zhong directly asked the bartender for two rooms. When she asked for my identification, I realized the seriousness of the situation, because all my documents were in my husband's car… I suddenly kicked Du Zhong in the shin, yelling, "You're playing me! You're all ganging up on me!" (Because I remembered my husband had specifically asked for my documents before we left, saying it would be better to keep them together). My sudden yell startled the bartender and attracted security. Ignoring my kicks, Du Zhong pulled me out of the hotel and into the car, saying, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, we'll drive to find them now. We won't rest, we won't sleep, we have to catch up with them, okay?" The car started, and my emotions calmed down a bit. I slowly stared at Du Zhong and said, "I'm not a little girl, and I've lived abroad. I understand that everything is part of your plan, isn't it? You're playing a love-swapping game, aren't you? From Shan Shan's miscarriage, this was the beginning of your plan, wasn't it?" She didn't miscarry, she just had her period. At the time, she seemed fine, and I assumed it was because she was young. But then I saw your wedding video...it was all planned. Du Zhong kept driving, not saying a word! He listened silently to everything I said. Perhaps exhausted from shouting, I fell silent. The car was about to leave the city center; the buildings on both sides of the road seemed shorter, and the environment worsened. Du Zhong's car pulled up to a gas station. My thoughts were a jumbled mess; I didn't know what I was thinking. Suddenly, I opened the car door and walked towards the service area next to the gas station. Seeing this, Du Zhong immediately ran over and said, "Sister-in-law, don't be angry. I can't explain everything right now. Let's go find them, okay?" At the service area, I grabbed a few beers and went back to the car. Du Zhong immediately paid, and seemed about to say something, but what could he say then? Anything he said would be futile. I picked up a beer and said to Du Zhong, "Open this." The car pulled over to a corner by the roadside. I drank, and Du Zhong silently watched me. We finished three beers without saying a word. ... After what seemed like an eternity, I slowly said, "Let's go back. Where? Back to the hotel..." I said firmly, and Du Zhong looked at me suspiciously as we slowly turned the car around and headed back into the city. Not far ahead, I saw a shop with a hotel sign. "Let's go there," I said, "Sister-in-law, go further ahead...no, right there..." An 88-yuan couple's room—they didn't even ask for our identification...they just gave us the key! I opened the door and glanced around; it was fairly clean and tidy. I went straight into the bathroom, slowly took off my clothes, and started showering. Many images flashed through my mind: What were my husband and Shan Shan doing now? Had my husband and Shan Shan done this before? When did these foreign ideas become popular in China? How did they start?... I showered for a long time until Du Zhong called from outside: "Sister-in-law, are you alright?" I snapped back to reality. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my chest, and checked that it covered my upper thighs. Without looking at Du Zhong, I went straight to bed. Du Zhong stared blankly for a moment, then, seeing I didn't say anything, went to shower. He showered quickly, came out wearing brown boxer shorts. Although he tried to hide it, I could still see his erection. He stood there pitifully at the head of the bed, ignoring me. I ignored him, thinking, "Let's see how long you can keep up this act." I pretended not to see him and slowly closed my eyes. Perhaps because I ignored him for so long, he didn't dare lie down on the bed without my permission, so he sat on a chair with his legs up on the bed. Actually, I had already let go of the resentment. The reason I was so angry was because I was the only one of the four who didn't know, and how could my usually doting husband play such a game? Thinking about Western sexual attitudes, and considering that Du Zhong wasn't lacking in masculine charm—a young man who had become a CEO in the financial world, quite a talent—but the thought of my husband and Shan Shan made me jealous again… I didn't sleep at all, just kept my eyes closed. I wanted to see how long Du Zhong could endure it. The sky was already getting light, and I could feel Du Zhong's breathing becoming steady. Was he asleep? I moved slightly, and the bed creaked. I kept staring at him; he was fast asleep. As the sky brightened, I could see the man in front of me more clearly—Shanshan's husband. To be honest, he had a good physique, even better than my husband. It was almost light, and I could see him more clearly now. His skin was indeed quite dark, and he had hair on his legs. I slowly sat up, crossed my arms, and stared at him. He really didn't touch me. He didn't climb onto the bed without my consent. In this situation, he could still restrain himself; he was practically a gentleman. Just as I was about to lie down again, the bed creaked again. Du Zhong woke up. Seeing me looking at him, he called me "sister-in-law" with a hint of shyness. I said, "Come and sleep for a while; it's getting a bit chilly." Du Zhong seemed to have been granted a pardon when he heard this. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes fixed on me. His expressionless face was perhaps a little hard for Du Zhong to decipher. He lay down on his side facing me, quietly looking at my right arm. Only when he was so close could I truly appreciate the difference between black and white. I bit my left index finger and stared at him expressionlessly. After a night of torment, this guy's beard had grown out. He seemed a little uncomfortable under my gaze and shifted slightly. I thought I felt the hair on his leg brush against mine, and he probably felt it too. He tentatively moved his leg closer to mine, and I didn't resist. He slowly pulled one hand out and touched my arm, saying, "Sister-in-law, you're so fair-skinned." I still stared at him expressionlessly, which made him a little flustered. His leg rubbed against me tentatively. My legs tickled, and I let out a soft "hmm." This sound really stimulated and encouraged him. The man immediately pulled me up, laid me flat on the bed, and pressed himself against me with heavy breathing. He kissed me directly on the lips. I turned my head away, but his kiss landed on my face. I felt the softness of his lips. At that moment, Du Zhong kicked off the blanket and started kissing my face, ears, and neck indiscriminately. His hands weren't idle either; he forcefully pulled at my towel. I pushed his chest away with both hands, "You're hurting me!" After our eyes met, he slowly pressed down on me again, gently parting the towel. I felt my breasts pressed against his chest, our skin pressed together. I tentatively closed my eyes, gently raising my hand to stroke Du Zhong's back. His kiss was warm and soft, slowly moving down my neck and then to my breasts. I tried to press his head down, to make him linger there, but he didn't. My hands missed their mark. Soft lips and a moist tongue lingered on my lower abdomen. I involuntarily gripped the sheets, trying to lift his head with my abdomen. I knew I was aroused, not emotionally, but purely for sex.This might not be the first time I'd done this, but the feeling this time was different. The man on top of me was my husband's good friend, Shanshan's husband. My complex emotions ended with the pleasure emanating from my genitals. He slowly parted my legs, gazing at me, and softly said, "Such a beautiful vulva." My face felt hot. To be praised so highly by a man, his tongue slowly touching the softness of my vulva, I let out a comfortable moan. When I tried to press his head down, he grabbed my waist and tentatively turned me over. I felt him pull down his underwear and sit on my buttocks. As he leaned down to kiss my back, I felt... A thick, hard, and hot thing was thrust into the middle of my buttocks. I knew it was his penis. Feeling its presence, I felt a strange emptiness, a longing for fullness, for filling. I knew I had already leaked a lot, and I slowly let out comfortable moans. He seemed to notice my urgent desire and grabbed my breasts from behind. With his force, I was flipped over again. This time, he kissed my nipples directly. The soft, tingling, itchy feeling spread to every nerve in my body. I moaned softly with satisfaction. I felt his touch on my genitals; it must have been his fingers. Because I couldn't feel any heat, he didn't insert his fingers deeply. He touched me from the outside, but perhaps too much had already been released. He pulled my hand and made me slowly grasp a hot, hard thing. I could feel it throbbing; it was thicker than my husband's, with a larger head. I couldn't help but want to open my eyes to see it. When I actually saw it, I instantly felt every pore on my body open. It was dark, even faintly shiny. I immediately let go of it and looked up at him. Du Zhong seemed to understand my gaze. He gently wrapped his arms around my waist, lay down, and looked at me with tender eyes, softly saying, "Sister-in-law, I've been waiting for this day for so long." At that moment, I also felt his penis; it was trying to separate. He opened my vagina, trying to squeeze in. I slowly closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his back, and slowly parted my legs. To my surprise, Du Zhong changed his gentle demeanor, aiming at my vagina and thrusting in forcefully, all the way in. My whole body tensed instantly, and I gripped his back tightly, my eyes slightly open, looking at him reproachfully. He let out a deep, low growl, followed by rapid thrusting. The friction was pleasurable, making me moan incessantly. The bed beneath me creaked with each powerful thrust. Du Zhong grabbed my arms and leaned down to my ear, "Sister-in-law, um, I've wanted you for so long, um, hold me tight." I obediently tightened my arms, "Say, say what? Tell me?" "Tell, tell, you, what?" I answered him tremblingly. His penis was very thick, each thrust was forceful. "Say, say it? Say what?" "Beg me to fuck you," I protested, biting my lip. "Beg me to fuck you," I stubbornly turned my head away. "Should I say it?" Du Zhong increased the force, thrusting in hard once more. I felt pain. "Should I say it?" He thrust in hard again, and I was really hurt. I struggled and pushed him away forcefully, looking at him with disdain without saying a word. Du Zhong looked at me, not understanding... I grabbed a towel and threw it at his face, went into the bathroom to rinse myself off, grabbed my clothes, and when I came out, I saw Du Zhong's thing, still hard and erect. Du Zhong looked at me awkwardly; he knew he had hurt me... He rushed over to hug me, but I immediately stopped him, not letting him get any closer. By then, I had moved to the window. I glanced out unintentionally and noticed an older man standing across the street, staring intently at us. It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't been paying attention to the window since entering the room last night. Apparently, the hotel was a converted residential area, and the two buildings were very close together, allowing for a clear view from across the street. Du Zhong was about to curse, but I immediately stopped him. Thinking that he'd already been watching me for so long, one last look wouldn't hurt, I threw off my clothes and lay naked by the window... I waved my fists wildly at the older man, who stared even more intently. I then drew the curtains... Du Zhong was stunned by my actions. Even after I was dressed, he hadn't reacted. At the same time, I noticed that his...thing had become limp, looking much cuter than before... Although Du Zhong felt wronged, seeing my expressionless face, he knew he was being frivolous. After showering and getting dressed, we wanted to leave the hotel as soon as possible. As soon as we opened the door, we saw the hotel owner sitting across the hall. Perhaps he hadn't expected us to leave so early; judging from his slightly flustered expression, I knew he'd done something shady (was eavesdropping fun?). I rolled my eyes at the hotel owner, who still had a third of his hair left, and went straight downstairs. Things were different now. Du Zhong, feeling the passion of the early morning, had less of his usual respect for me. He walked to the parking space, put his arm around my shoulder, leaned on my waist, touched my butt, and said some suggestive things, which I found very offensive. When he came to open the car door for me, I stood at the door and warned him firmly, "Don't think that just because we've been together half a time, you can do whatever you want. Since this is a game, you have to follow the rules. You're not allowed to touch me without my permission, understand?" Du Zhong's mouth dropped open, looking at me in astonishment. "Sister-in-law, what were the rules of the game you just mentioned?" "Do you really think I don't know? I've lived in England, just like your wife Shanshan. Swapping is common abroad, especially among international students. Even if I haven't participated, I've heard more about it than you guys..." Du Zhong looked dumbfounded. I snatched his sunglasses, put them on myself, and got into the car. "Go!" Du Zhong was probably really shocked by what I said. He barely spoke until noon, occasionally giving me strange looks, which I ignored. It wasn't until after lunch, when we left the service area, that Du Zhong finally seemed unable to hold back and said, "Sister-in-law, your behavior last night really shocked me. You used to be like a goddess in my eyes. Your attitude towards the peeping tom, the hotel owner, and what you said to me before getting in the car—it really stunned me... How did you go from goddess to slut?" I teased him. "No, no..." I just didn't expect you to have such a spicy side. Hmph, it seems my husband hasn't told you everything. I have a dual personality, but I'm not one to just passively accept things as they are! Hmm, Du Zhongnuo seemed thoughtful, then asked, "How come you suddenly understood things after drinking last night? Why can you guys have fun, let loose, and enjoy yourselves, but I can't?" "You do bicker with me sometimes, but I don't really dislike you..." "I feel like I do a little bit..." My words gave Du Zhongnuo some time to process. Today there was no traffic, today I felt free, today I felt relieved, and my mood improved considerably. I even hummed a few lyrics occasionally, which left Du Zhongnuo stunned. His usual dignified and ladylike image had probably vanished. Suddenly, Du Zhongnuo turned and asked with a sly smile, "Is your wife still in pain?" I immediately changed my expression, glaring at him without answering. "It's not 'your wife,' I just worried you were still in pain..." "You dare say that?" Seeing that I was about to lose my temper, Du Zhong had no choice but to focus on driving. "We've only been intimate halfway through," I said, "don't keep bringing this up, or you'll regret it!"... Du Zhong was stunned by my outburst. Then it dawned on me that he hadn't used a condom last night, so I turned and glared at him. Du Zhong, confused but still feeling guilty, asked, "What's wrong?" I said, "Why didn't you use a condom?" "I forgot to take one when I got out of the car," he replied. "And I didn't understand the situation at the time, so I wasn't prepared. But you know I didn't have sex." I turned away, ignoring him. Because I hadn't slept much last night, I was overcome with sleepiness and dozed off for a while. I was vaguely awakened by the ringing of the phone and Du Zhong's voice. I didn't open my eyes immediately, but from Du Zhong's words, it seemed my husband was asking about me, while Du Zhong was complaining a little and asking about Shan Shan. I don't know what they said, but Du Zhong hung up the phone and sighed... I continued driving with focus. A few minutes later, I pretended to wake up, acting as if I didn't know about their phone call, and asked him when we could probably meet up with them. Hmm...Du Zhong said we would arrive first, and if we didn't rest, we would arrive around midnight, while they wouldn't arrive until around 6 a.m. So we decided to rest after we arrived, and we could eat something if we got hungry; there was food in the back of the car. We didn't stop at the service area, and arrived at our destination around 1 a.m. Du Zhong booked a luxury suite. He was probably really tired after driving for so long; after showering, he didn't eat anything and just lay down to sleep. I went to the living room to watch TV, but I couldn't fall asleep. Around 4 a.m., Du Zhong got up, grinning mischievously, and trotted over to sit next to me. "Sister-in-law, we still have time, let's make up for the rest of our time," he said, even putting his arm around my shoulder. I didn't stop him, just said, "Dream on!" and turned back to watching TV. Seeing that I didn't stop him, he grabbed my breasts, whispered sweet nothings in my ear, and started using his silver tongue to flatter me, making me feel cold, but somehow it was also quite effective! This guy, surprisingly, tentatively reached down my abdomen with his other hand. When I tried to struggle, he managed to slip his hand under me and touched my pubic hair. I immediately got angry and forcefully shook off his hand. "I told you, don't touch me without my permission!" Du Zhong stood up awkwardly. When I saw his bulge, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I remembered the time he came to my house to borrow money. Du Zhong, not understanding what was going on, thought I was deliberately teasing him by refusing him, and suddenly pounced on me, hugging my head and thrusting his tongue into mine. Du Zhong's lips were relatively thick, making his kisses more comfortable. I struggled and punched him a few times. Then came a light kiss that progressed to a wet kiss. My eyes were slightly open as Du Zhong kissed me passionately. Perhaps I was moved by his feelings, and I felt a little reluctant to do this to him. I took the initiative and grabbed his penis, slowly stroking and manipulating it, until I reached for his testicles. Du Zhong's lips left mine, and with a deep gaze, he slowly pulled down his pants. His thick, erect penis was pointing at me. I understood what Du Zhong meant, but I couldn't quite accept it yet. I reached out and grabbed his penis, stroking it repeatedly. At this moment, I carefully examined his penis; it was dark in color, hard, and slightly shiny. Du Zhong looked down at me, seemingly asking why I wouldn't give him oral sex. I felt a little shy and lowered my head. He got annoyed when I refused, picked me up, put me on the sofa, made me kneel down, lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and thrust into me. A tearing sensation instantly spread throughout my body. My scream stopped this bastard's beastly act. He immediately pulled out and looked down at me, asking, "It really hurts. This is the result of what you did last night." He seemed a little sorry for me and patted my head. I felt a little guilty and sat up, reaching for his still-erect penis, stroking it. He pulled me down to sit, touching my breasts. A few minutes later, I ejaculated in front of him for the first time, a lot of it. My hands... His clothes, even his hair, were stained with semen. I put him aside and ran to wash up. I rinsed my hair and body, and when I saw a large stain on his clothes, I was speechless. I could only wet a towel and wipe him down. My clothes were in my husband's car, so I hadn't changed. I washed my underwear and was only wearing a short skirt. This bastard still seemed to be enjoying the afterglow of ejaculation, sitting on the sofa with his eyes half-closed and his bare bottom exposed. The urgent ringing of the phone called him back before I could. My husband and the others had arrived. After giving them the room number, he went straight to the bathroom. About two minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I hesitated, looked at myself, and opened the door... First to come in was Shanshan. She smiled slightly at me, but her expression wasn't very pleasant. Next, her husband came in carrying several large bags. After seeing me, he looked me up and down, called out "Wife" in a complicated tone, and went straight to the sofa to sit down. At that moment, Du Zhongyi came out after showering, wearing only a towel. Seeing his attire, Shanshan and her husband both looked at me. Her husband also noticed my washed underwear hanging on the clothesline. The implication was clear to everyone. For a moment, they couldn't find a topic to talk about, and a slight awkwardness arose. Her husband tried to speak to me first, but I avoided his gaze. Shanshan said she was going to shower, and as she turned around, I noticed her gait was somewhat unusual. This reminded me of last night… I went straight to the bedroom without looking at my husband. Without taking off my clothes, I pulled the corner of the blanket over my lower abdomen. I heard my husband and Du Zhong talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Not long after, I felt someone lying down next to me. I thought it was my husband and ignored him, slowly falling asleep. When I woke up, I felt hungry but also very refreshed. When I turned around, I realized it was Shanshan lying next to me. I checked the time; it was already past five in the afternoon. As I was about to get up, Shanshan called my name, so I lay back down, facing her. "Sister-in-law?" Shanshan hesitated, then looked at me silently for a while. I broke the silence first. "Shanshan, you don't need to say anything, okay?" "Hmm," Shan Shan nodded, but I noticed something strange in her eyes. Suddenly, Shan Shan patted the blanket, jumped up, and yelled that she was hungry and wanted to eat. It seemed her gait had improved. Her husband and Du Zhong were chatting and laughing in the living room. Shan Shan rummaged through her bag for food. Seeing me come out, her husband asked ingratiatingly, "Wife, what do you want to eat? Shall we go downstairs to eat?" I pretended not to hear, squatted down, found clean clothes in my travel bag, and went inside to change. When I came out, Shanshan came over, took my hand, and opened the door first, asking me what I wanted to eat first. I wanted Hunan cuisine because it suits most people and is found everywhere in China. We found a decent Hunan restaurant not far from the hotel. It was decent because it wasn't big, but it was clean. After ordering food and drinks, Du Zhong poured a glass of wine for each of my husbands, and we started eating and drinking. Shanshan was drinking hot food, and then I said I wanted to drink too. Although my husband knew I had a small capacity for alcohol, I rarely drink. My husband saw that I wasn't just mentioning it casually, but really wanted to drink, so he added another glass. After eating a couple of bites of food, I raised my glass and downed it. The other two saw me do the same and followed suit. That's how we finished our meal, barely touching the food but drinking three bottles of wine, with two of the four of us drunk. Shanshan went to pay the bill. Of course, I wasn't drunk. When we got back to the hotel... One person walked in front, my husband and Du Zhong walked in the middle with their arms around each other's shoulders, and Shan Shan followed behind carrying the three people's bags. During the meal, Shan Shan was stunned by what she saw and even tried a small sip, only to spit it out immediately. After the four of them returned to the room, my husband and Du Zhong continued to boast, while I went straight into the bedroom. Shan Shan followed me in, looking at me with a strange expression. I smiled at her but said nothing. Shan Shan didn't ask anything either. I lay down on the bed, but Shan Shan's laughter outside attracted my attention. It turned out that two drunk men were harassing a woman, and she seemed to enjoy it. Shan Shan sat on Du Zhong's lap and put her legs on my husband's legs, whispering something. My husband was also stroking Shan Shan's fair and tender legs. I don't know what he said at the end, but Shan Shan suddenly broke free from the two drunk men, lay down on the bed, hugged my waist, and said, "Sister-in-law, let's sleep, ignore them." The two men kept pacing back and forth at the door, but neither of them dared to come in. I inwardly despised those two men. I woke up early, went to the window, and saw that the weather was nice. They were still asleep, so I didn't disturb them. I quietly gazed into the distance, lost in thought. ... I felt someone hug me from behind, around my waist. Seeing their dark skin, I knew it was Du Zhong. I didn't resist; I enjoyed his touch and felt his erection pressing against me from behind. ... He slowly kneaded my breasts, breathed into my ear, and asked if I missed him. I didn't answer. ... Then we heard some noise and turned around together. My husband had gotten up and was smiling at us. I felt conflicted, but still didn't make a move, my body still in Du Zhong's arms. My husband went to the bathroom, and Du Zhong released me. Shan Shan also got up. The four of us got ready and split into two cars. I voluntarily got into Du Zhong's car. Shan Shan and my husband didn't object. That day we...We saw the clear river and the Xingshan Mountain. The four of us, like two couples in love, chatted and laughed all the way on the boat. My husband tried to talk to me several times, but I ignored him. Shanshan suggested having red wine for dinner in the room, and we all agreed. Although I'm not a big fan of red wine, I know a little about it; it's a product of European wisdom. Shanshan took several bottles of red wine from the trunk of the car, saying that we brought a few to avoid drinking wine bottled in international waters, along with a few wine glasses. I went over to help her get the glasses… There wasn't any Western food available, so my husband and Duzhong went to buy some fresh fruit and salad dressing. After some preparation, dinner, though simple and not very visually appealing, wasn't unappetizing. The four of us quickly finished a bottle of red wine. Perhaps for us, red wine shouldn't be called "using" but rather "drinking." At this moment, Duzhong's words caught my attention… The violence in the stock market doesn't originate from production or operation, but from the inherent speculation of the stock market itself. Its driving force is to transfer money from your pocket to mine; its rule is to feed the majority of the profits to a very few wolves. Private equity funds snatch meat from the wolves' mouths, which requires you to be even more ruthless and cunning than the wolves. This theory, concise yet incisive, gave me a new perspective on this scoundrel. At this moment, Shanshan yelled, "I told you we wouldn't talk about your nonsense when we're out having fun! Here we go again!" Du Zhong smiled awkwardly, "No, no, no, I'll have to drink a penalty shot," and actually drank it. Then my husband looked at me, and I immediately looked away. My husband then said, "To liven things up, let's sing a song, 'The Happiest Person.'" Although his singing wasn't great, every line was in tune, and he kept glancing at me while singing. After a few laughs, Du Zhong asked for... Shanshan and I both said we were eagerly awaiting his chance to shine, and gave him encouraging applause, adopting a tone reminiscent of Xu Zhimo, which was rather chilling. Of course, Xu Zhimo's love triangle did have its admirable aspects. This once again made me look at this dark-skinned young man in a new light. His usual carefree demeanor belied a surprising tenderness and chivalry. Amidst the praise and jeers, Du Zhong drank several more glasses of wine, and all four of us were slightly flushed. Then Du Zhong suggested seeing my dancing skills, my husband agreed, and Shanshan quickly pulled me along. In this situation, all I could do was make a fool of myself. Shanshan found some suitable music for me on her phone. I hadn't danced in a long time, so I was a little rusty at first, but once I got into the groove, I danced for a bit. Du Zhong's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "You really live up to your reputation!" Hearing this, I glared at my husband. With Shanshan left, how could I let the atmosphere fall flat? Shanshan put on a really upbeat DJ track and showed off some modern dance moves, looking really into it. She then came over and pulled me along. At that moment, I really let loose, abandoning my ladylike demeanor, and Shanshan and I hugged, rocked, and stroked each other. My husband and Du Zhong joining in was exactly what I expected. The nearly thirty-minute song ended in this atmosphere, and my husband was swaying wildly around Shanshan's waist from behind. Du Zhong grabbed my buttocks and danced a close dance. The music stopping didn't make any of the four of them feel awkward. Du Zhong's close contact had already aroused him. I don't know where he got the courage, but when I wasn't prepared, he picked me up and put me on the sofa and started kissing me passionately. I wasn't used to it, but at this moment I was surprisingly excited and responded passionately. After the other two people watched for about two minutes, Shanshan reached her hand into my husband's... She touched my genitals and pulled down my husband's shorts. It was the first time I'd seen a woman other than myself. She grabbed my husband's penis and started stroking it. My husband turned his head and asked for a kiss. Du Zhong had already unbuttoned my clothes, my bra pushed up to my neck, and was sucking on my nipple while watching his wife. My husband turned around and pushed Shan Shan down next to me, kissing her nipples. Du Zhong seemed to notice that my gaze was fixed on them, so he picked me up horizontally and carried me to the bed. He unbuttoned the last button of my shorts and began kissing my pubic hair, gradually moving downwards... My pants and underwear were nowhere to be found. As Du Zhong's tongue entered and exited my vagina, I was in a daze. At that moment, my husband, carrying the naked Shan Shan, entered the room with his familiar penis erect. He placed Shan Shan next to me. My husband saw Du Zhong's lips licking my vulva, his tongue moving in and out. My husband then aimed his penis at Shan Shan's vagina and slowly inserted it. Du Zhong and I both witnessed the entire insertion. Du Zhong saw another man's penis inserted into his wife's vagina, while I... I feel the same way~ Du Zhong's French kiss on my vagina made me moan incessantly. When Du Zhong turned around and aimed his dark penis at my mouth, I didn't hesitate to open my mouth and take it in. The 69 position was something neither my husband nor I had ever tried. I was swallowing another man's penis in front of my husband. I tried not to look at him, but Shan Shan's moans continued unabated. The sound was nothing short of ecstasy. I spat out the penis to catch my breath, when suddenly my husband pulled out his penis and thrust it into my vagina. Du Zhong quickly gave way, taking over. He then thrust his penis into my mouth again. The familiar insertion, with a dark object still inside my mouth, excited me immensely. I felt suffocated. After Du Zhong pulled his penis out, I had a brief moment to catch my breath. My husband immediately went back to thrusting into Shan Shan. The emptiness and loss I felt were immediately filled by something else. Du Zhong wasn't using much force today. He whispered in my ear again, repeating what he'd said the first time. I think I'm really going crazy. "Please fuck me, fuck me with your dick, fuck your what? You bastard," I weakly complied. "Fuck me, fuck me with your dick..." Excitement, stimulation, and orgasm almost made me faint. When my husband pulled out his penis and ejaculated on Shan Shan's breasts, Du Zhong left me and directly had sex with his wife. The room suddenly fell silent; no one spoke. Du Zhong jumped out of bed and turned on the light. I instinctively closed my legs, not realizing he'd come specifically for me. He picked up the phone beside him, aimed his dark penis at my vaginal opening, and started taking pictures… I numbly cooperated. After a while, Du Zhong showed me on his phone; a dark penis was dangling from my snow-white skin, inserted into my pink vagina… After the passion subsided, we gradually calmed down, lying motionless on the bed, staring intently at the ceiling. A sense of loss, a feeling of being left behind, welled up inside me. Images of what had just happened flashed through my mind. The word "lewdness" suddenly surfaced in my heart. Should I re-examine my life? Such behavior might be a weakness of human nature. My heart ached, but I didn't cry. Slowly, I turned my head and saw Shanshan, her hair disheveled, her body naked, her skin fair, her breasts high and firm, still bearing traces of her husband's semen. His hand was on her waist, his limp penis pressed between her legs, as he lay on his side, embracing her. Du Zhong admired the masterpiece he had just photographed. I turned my head back, continuing to stare at the ceiling. The past was unbearable to recall; time had flown by. The days when my husband pursued me, the feeling of holding a treasure in his hands, were now gone... My slight movement caught Du Zhong's attention. He tossed his phone aside, moved to my bedside, and began showering me with kisses—my breasts, neck, cheeks, earlobes—softly telling me of my beauty, how he had long admired me, how he coveted my looks, how possessing my body had driven him mad, and so on... I remained unmoved and unresponsive to such statements. Du Zhong gently got onto the bed, slowly pressing down on me, spreading my legs, and without any foreplay, he penetrated me directly. Although I felt his penetration, I still didn't respond. He looked at my face, his lower body rhythmically thrusting, but there was no response, no more lewd moaning. This was likely Du Zhong's one-sided release of lust. At this moment, my husband was soundly asleep beside me, while another man was on top of me, using my body to satisfy his desires. Perhaps because of my performance or something else, Du Zhong lost interest. After a rapid series of thrusts, I felt that his penis seemed to be at its hardest point, a surge of heat rushed into my body, causing my vagina to reflexively tighten and clamp down on his penis....He didn't move. Neither did I, letting his penis throb inside my vagina, slowly feeling it soften and being squeezed out little by little... After a brief silence, feeling the semen slowly flowing out, I said, "What?" I said, "Delete your photos."... My expression must have intimidated Du Zhong; he reluctantly handed over his phone, opened the photo album, and deleted them one by one. Then a set of photos caught my eye—not of this scene, yet strangely familiar. It must be Shan Shan's bed, her husband's penis inserted into Shan Shan's vagina, Shan Shan giving oral sex to a dark-skinned man. The photos continued, all the same... I understood everything. Without hesitation, I deleted all the photos at once... I threw the phone on the ground... Without saying a word, I closed my eyes... I didn't wash myself, but fell into a deep sleep... I got up quietly in the morning, didn't turn on the hot water, and took a cold shower. Letting the icy water wash over my body, I didn't feel dirty; I just wanted to clear my head. They were all up. I put on long pants, which made my legs look even longer, applied light makeup, and slipped on a pair of heels. I walked over to the group who were having breakfast. "Honey, shall we go home?" Everyone's eyes turned to me. Du Zhong looked me up and down repeatedly with his glasses. My husband nodded thoughtfully. I packed my things, and my husband said goodbye to the couple. We drove back to Shenzhen. On the way, I only mentioned the scenery, never mentioning the topic of "sex work." My husband hesitated several times, but I interrupted him each time. Back home, life went on as usual. Perhaps in my husband's eyes, I was more concerned with my appearance, sometimes wearing light makeup, and my clothes were more fashionable and less monotonous in color. But I kept refusing to talk about Shan Shan and her husband. I know that a subtle change has occurred within me.

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