On the table and on the bed—the romance and excitement of mahjong

【Mahjong Inscription】

"Skill doesn't depend on finesse, money makes it possible; the number of players doesn't matter, four is enough. This is pure entertainment, only mahjong is the way to go. A single tile in front of the door, a winning hand, a chance to catch the last tile, a winning hand on a kong. It can invigorate the spirit, loosen the muscles and bones, providing entertainment day and night, without distinction between men and women. Four rounds reveal the winner, don't get carried away when you're winning. Gamblers say: 'What's there to be tired of?'" 【Mahjong Lyrics】 "When will the clattering end? The chips are gradually decreasing. Just now, I casually moved the wind again. The player before me plays like a doctor. The 1, 4, and 7 of the suit should still be there, but they won't come out. I ask you, how many chips do you have left? I only see my salary flowing out!" "

Mahjong tiles, commonly known as mahjong sets, are rectangular squares, mostly made of hard plastic, though acrylic is currently more popular. Some are even said to be made of ivory, or secretly carved from soap in prison.

There are 136 tiles in total. The tiles are divided into three types: Wan (characters), Tong (circles), and Suo (bamboo), numbered from one to nine; and honor tiles: East, South, West, North, Red Dragon, Green Dragon, and White Dragon. Each suit has four number and honor tiles. Taiwanese mahjong adds eight flower tiles: Plum Blossom, Orchid, Chrysanthemum, Bamboo, and Spring." One each for summer, autumn, and winter.

Legend has it that this set of tiles was created at the end of the Guangxu era by Chen Zhenglun, a merchant from Ningbo, Zhejiang. Having spent many years on ships, Chen, bored, modified traditional Chinese playing cards (Mahjong tiles) into Mahjong tiles for his crew.

The original Mahjong tiles were made of thick cardboard and, in addition to number tiles and honor tiles, included red flowers, white flowers, and special tiles… features not found today. Furthermore, when Mahjong spread to land, to enhance the game's appeal, water was often depicted on the tiles. Characters from the novel *Marsh*, such as Song Jiang, Hu Sanniang, and Yan Qing, are used as decorations.

In the late Qing Dynasty, ten copper coins were generally called "Dang Shi" or "Yi Guan," and one hundred "Dang Shi" strung together were called "Yi Chuan Qian" (one string of coins). Therefore, the "Yi Suo" tile in mahjong represents "Yi Chuan Qian." Later, with "Jiu Suo," it became "Yi Wan Guan," which is the "Yi Wan" tile in mahjong. Of course, the individual copper coins represent the "Tong Zi" tiles in mahjong.

Therefore, the numbered tiles in mahjong all symbolize money. The tiles representing the four cardinal directions (east, south, west, north) symbolize wealth gathering from all directions, along with auspicious phrases like "every shot hits the mark." Thus, drawing a tile in mahjong is believed to bring immense wealth, good fortune, and prosperity from all sides—who wouldn't love that!

A few years ago, authorities decreed that playing mahjong with a few close friends at home, as long as there was no commission, no gambling, and no more than two tables gambling, would not be penalized. People generally called this "family mahjong" or "hygienic mahjong," and even brazenly claimed, "This is promoting our national heritage!" "

From then on, when the night is quiet and you have the leisure, you might as well take a stroll around the neighborhood. Apart from the occasional distant sounds of cars and motorcycles calling out, there's the constant clatter of mahjong tiles. Unless the noise is too loud and disturbs others' peace, in which case the police will come and warn you to be quieter, no one will bother you even if you play until the sun goes down.

I've rambled on for a while now, and before I've even gotten to the story, you're probably already getting impatient with my rambling. Alright! I'll say one last thing, just one!

I don't know which genius said it, but the table (mahjong table) and the bed are only separated by a thin line." "However, this logic probably wouldn't hold if it weren't for people like Xu Jinde.

But it all started with Dong Mengxiang.

Dong Mengxiang, around thirty years old, was a girl who loved to dream in her youth, fantasizing about Prince Charming, idol stars, and even making becoming a singer her life's ambition. In fact, regardless of her singing voice, her angelic face and devilish figure were enough to make her captivating on stage and catch everyone's eye.

Fortunately, the year Dong Mengxiang graduated from high school, she was scouted by a modeling agency, and soon became a leader among her peers; unfortunately, a year later, she was taken in by a young and wealthy businessman and became his mistress.

Even more unfortunately, after the businessman had his fun, he gradually got bored and quickly moved on to a new target.

Although Dong Mengxiang received a considerable settlement, enough to make ends meet, in those few short years she experienced the full spectrum of human emotions, making her..." Her outlook on life underwent a complete transformation. She became taciturn, living a secluded life, almost to the point of isolation.

Fortunately, her former modeling colleagues remembered their friendship and often made time to visit Dong Mengxiang at her home. Sometimes, when they were in the mood, they would play mahjong. The women would happily play, the wins and losses small, so it didn't hurt feelings or cause distress. Dong Mengxiang was happy to have a lively atmosphere at home, preventing her from feeling lonely and bored. As

time went on, the mahjong partners started inviting each other to join them... This made Dong Mengxiang's "card-playing social gathering" incredibly popular. Just from the several hundred yuan commission after four rounds, she could net over a thousand yuan a day – a significant boost for a single woman.

When Ms. Su, a fellow card player, first introduced Xu Jinde, Dong Mengxiang was somewhat surprised and her expression became a little awkward. Most of the people who came to her house to play cards were women, because they gambled small amounts, purely for entertainment and to kill time; men were generally perceived as "gamblers who bet big, gamble for thrills, gamble until they're bankrupt!" Why would they play such childish games?!

At that moment, Dong Mengxiang smiled and said, "We play with a base bet of two hundred yuan, and fifty yuan per round, you don't mind…" Xu Jinde shrugged: "That suits me perfectly, purely for entertainment, won't hurt feelings." From then on, Xu Jinde became Dong Mengxiang's regular mahjong partner. No one knew what he did for a living, only that he was rich and had plenty of free time; no one knew his age or marital status, because he never mentioned it. Even if someone asked, he would nonchalantly smile and say, "Guess! You decide!" "Perhaps it's because Xu Jinde usually acts kindly and easygoing, making him quite likable. Otherwise, who would dare to get close to someone as mysterious and of unknown origin as him, let alone play cards with him?

His behavior is especially different from other card players. Whenever he wins money, no matter how much, he always treats everyone to late-night snacks or karaoke. Sometimes, even if the winnings aren't enough, he's happy to pay for it. Even when he loses badly, he doesn't get angry or upset; he just laughs it off. His manners and card-playing etiquette are impeccable.

Other card players, seeing an opportunity, naturally want to take advantage. Sometimes, Dong Mengxiang even feels sorry for him and kindly tries to advise him privately. But Xu Jinde just smiles and says, 'Money is just an external thing; you can't take it with you when you die. If spending some money can help me make more friends and make me happier, then it's not a waste, right?'" "

Actually, those female card players not only enjoyed the opportunity to get something for themselves and liked playing cards with Xu Jinde, but they also found great pleasure in his jokes and antics at the card table. Xu Jinde was truly a 'talker' at the card table, not only acting silly and making light of things, but also occasionally taking liberties with the female players. However, he did it skillfully and cleverly, making the female players not only unaware but also delighted.

Most of these female card players were married, and their husbands were mostly successful and busy men. They were free and bored, using card games as a form of entertainment. Therefore, they were able to meet men like him..." For Xu Jinde, a mahjong partner was like icing on the cake, a perfect fit. Sometimes, when Xu Jinde told slightly suggestive jokes, they would respond with the same "experienced" wisdom, truly proving that "women are just as capable as men."

Based on her observations and intuition, Dong Mengxiang suspected that Xu Jinde had slept with one of the female mahjong partners, but she couldn't ask directly, nor did she have the right to inquire, so she could only remain a skeptic. However, today she got confirmation!

Today's mahjong partners were Mrs. Wang, Miss Xie, Dong Mengxiang, and Xu Jinde—three women and one man.

As soon as they started playing, Dong Mengxiang smiled and said to Xu Jinde, "Oh! Today is 'three women teaching their son'! You'd better watch out!"

Xu Jinde spread his hands, maintaining his usual smile, and said, "Hmm! I'm not afraid of having many people, but I'm afraid of having too many 'talkers.' You each have two sharp tongues, I'm afraid I can't out-argue you..." Before Xu Jinde could finish speaking, Miss Xie asked suspiciously, "We only have one mouth each! How can we have two mouths?" Dong Mengxiang was both embarrassed and amused, and quickly said to Miss Xie, "Stop embarrassing yourself!" Miss Xie felt that she had been given the cold shoulder for no reason, so she put on an innocent and naive look, and righteously questioned, "Well..."

Mrs. Wang, who was chuckling to herself, couldn't help but chime in, "Hehe... Stop being so nosy, let's play cards!" Dong Mengxiang and Mrs. Wang both thought that this game of mahjong would definitely be exciting!

Sure enough, Xu Jinde started talking again. He had something to say about drawing cards, something to say about discarding cards, and something to say about giving away points. "This one of mine... that one of yours..." Double entendres flew all over the table.

At this moment, Xu Jinde, having just drawn a "two of bamboo" (a type of bamboo tile), exclaimed, "I call this 'Beauty in the Bath'—self-touching the 'two of bamboo' and the 'middle hole'!"

The three women naturally knew that Xu Jinde was using a double entendre; a girl taking a bath is obviously touching her own breasts and opening, isn't she? His words were truly witty without being cruel, erotic without being vulgar.

Mrs. Wang, seemingly particularly interested in the subject, added, "Then 'Handsome Man in the Bath'—isn't that self-touching

the 'one of bamboo'?"

Xu Jinde shook his head and said, "Indeed! Truly a teachable child!" As a result, everyone burst into laughter again.

A little while later, Miss Xie, also having just drawn a "two of bamboo," excitedly exclaimed, "I'm also doing 'Beauty in the Bath,'... self-touching the 'two of bamboo'..." She then stopped herself from saying the words "middle hole."

Xu Jinde, however, pretended to be serious and said, "Oh! No, no... This isn't called 'self-drawn 'two of bamboo'..." Xu Jinde glanced at Miss Xie's chest and continued, "This is called 'self-drawn 'two of cake'." Miss Xie, innocent and bewildered, asked again, "What's the difference? Aren't they the same?" Xu Jinde pointed to Dong Mengxiang's chest and said, "Hers counts as 'two of bamboo,' yours only counts as 'cake,' after all, the size is different!... Mengxiang, don't you think so!" Miss Xie blushed with sudden realization, while Dong Mengxiang and Mrs. Wang were already laughing so hard they couldn't straighten up. Dong Mengxiang really did have a pair of ample breasts that she could be proud of.

Dong Mengxiang's heart skipped a beat when Xu Jinde called her "Mengxiang!" In the past, Xu Jinde always called her "Miss Dong" or "Sister Dong," but now he was calling her by her name, and quite naturally and affectionately, which made her feel a sweet sensation involuntarily.

Amidst her laughter, Dong Mengxiang retorted, not to be outdone, "Hehe...you...know your stuff..."

Xu Jinde not only continued to tease her but also began to make advances towards Dong Mengxiang. While shuffling the cards, he would intentionally or unintentionally touch, pull, or pinch her hand, and even lightly brush her foot with his. This made Dong Mengxiang appear distracted and frequently play the wrong cards.

Xu Jinde remained true to his nature, even escalating his behavior, becoming increasingly explicit. He could relate almost every card to "sex," though some of it was far-fetched, it still elicited a knowing smile.

For example, regarding the character "East," Xu Jinde said it depicted a man standing with his hands on his hips and legs apart, and the middle stroke was a woman's favorite—though he didn't explicitly say it represented a penis, everyone present understood.

The tile "South" was deliberately explained as follows: "Did you know that the symbol for a woman is '+○'? Now flip it over, break it open, put in a long-haired thing '￥', and it becomes 'South'. So mahjong is truly a symbol of love!"

"As for 'North', there's even more to it!" Xu Jinde startled the three women: "It's a pictograph. 'North' is a newlywed couple, sleeping back to back because they're shy. 'Bi' is the man unable to resist begging the woman. 'Jiu' is a couple making out, and then, like 'North,' they're so tired that they fall asleep as soon as they're done. This kind of man is the worst..."

The eight rounds of mahjong ended in laughter and joking, and in the end, it was almost a draw. Dong Mengxiang waved the banknotes she had taken and said, "Since we all tied, and I'm also playing, I feel bad keeping this money. Let's use it to go get some late-night snacks!"

Xu Jinde stopped her, saying, "Since you're so generous, I can't be impolite. How about this? You give me the money, and we'll go to karaoke together. If we're short, I'll make up the difference, okay?!" Dong Mengxiang was about to politely decline when Miss Xie and Mrs. Wang exclaimed in unison, "Agreed!" So, the four of them headed off to karaoke.

Xu Jinde continued to be witty, making the three women laugh heartily. They even turned his "mahjong is erotic" theory into a story, which they told while enjoying the singing, wine, and snacks.

"...'North' is a newlywed couple, 'West' is a bed... The two of them stripped down to their bare skin on the bed

... One touched 'two of bamboo,' the other touched 'one of bamboo,'... The man 'hit' the other like a

'kong'... The woman said she wanted to 'eat'... The man, of course, couldn't resist and put something to her mouth and started 'middle'... The two of them started 'south'... With 'in' and 'out' (cards), they '

ejaculated some 'muddled' stuff..."

In the joyful atmosphere, Xu Jinde seemed to intentionally urge Dong Mengxiang to drink frequently, and Dong Mengxiang generously drank one cup after another. Until the party ended, Xu Jinde naturally escorted the drunken Dong Mengxiang home.

Dong Mengxiang seemed to still be somewhat sober before going home, but unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the house, she vomited on the spot, soiling not only her own clothes but also Xu Jinde's clothes, and she herself fell into a drunken sleep.

Xu Jinde smiled wryly, and without any hesitation, removed Dong Mengxiang's soiled clothes, even using a damp towel to clean her body. Although Dong Mengxiang was over thirty, her graceful figure and snow-white skin showed no signs of age, still captivating and irresistible.

Looking at her naked body, Xu Jinde treated it like a work of art, carefully wiping and cleaning the filth from Dong Mengxiang's body, while also enjoying the pleasure of the touch.

Xu Jinde's hands roamed over her smooth skin, from her cheeks, shoulders, neck, breasts, and abdomen… slowly caressing her, even pressing his face between Dong Mengxiang's breasts, listening to her rapid heartbeat and breathing; smelling the faint scent of milk.

Perhaps Dong Mengxiang could still feel that gentle touch in her drunken dream; perhaps she was having a sweet erotic dream, so although her body remained still, her breathing was punctuated by soft moans.

Perhaps it was just the sound of her breathing, but that soft, delicate nasal sound drove Xu Jinde wild.

Even though he was itching with desire, Xu Jinde didn't make any further moves. Instead, he found a nightgown for Dong Mengxiang to change into, let her lie comfortably on the bed, covered her with a light blanket, and then went to the bathroom to clean himself up and wash his soiled clothes.

The next day, around noon, Dong Mengxiang woke up from her drunken stupor and was startled by the strange sight on her body, all sleep and drunkenness vanishing. As she examined her clothes, she recalled the events of the previous night. She remembered being so drunk that she was unconscious, vaguely feeling that Xu Jinde had taken her home, but she couldn't remember anything after that. However, she was certain that the nightgown she was wearing was not one she had changed into herself…

Thinking of this, Dong Mengxiang felt both angry and ashamed. She couldn't believe it was true; she couldn't imagine what Xu Jinde might have done to her while she was naked and powerless to resist. However, upon closer reflection, aside from the pajamas she had changed into, there was nothing wrong with her body. To put it more bluntly, there was nothing unusual in her vagina, meaning Xu Jinde hadn't taken advantage of her.

This result relieved Dong Mengxiang, and she couldn't help but secretly praise Xu Jinde as a gentleman who wouldn't deceive her in secret; however, a bitter feeling also welled up in her heart. Dong Mengxiang's female pride seemed to have been wounded. She believed she possessed a captivating charm, a figure that could make men fall at her feet, yet Xu Jinde hadn't been tempted at all, completely naked before her?

"Is Xu Jinde even a man...?" Dong Mengxiang sat blankly on the bed, her mind racing with thoughts: "Am I already old and faded? Have I lost all my attractiveness to men?... " Dong Mengxiang tossed and turned in bed for a while before lazily getting up to wash. The moment she stepped into the bathroom, she was startled to see a shirt and suit trousers hanging out to dry. Dong Mengxiang recognized them as Xu Jinde's clothes, which made her even more alarmed: "Has Xu Jinde not left yet?"

Just then, Xu Jinde suddenly embraced Dong Mengxiang from behind, his hands sweeping over her left breast and genitals, his hot lips already licking and sucking her neck and shoulders. These actions, both gentle and bold, seemed to possess an irresistible magic, leaving Dong Mengxiang before she could even panic, sinking into a dizzying intoxication; before she could even resist or struggle, she was left in a limp and powerless state.

Xu Jinde's nimble fingers teased the gradually hardening nipples. Even through the thin fabric of her nightgown, the teasing seemed to intensify rather

than diminish, especially the texture of the silk, rubbing against her long, hairy vulva. The feeling of smoothness mixed with a slightly roughness drove Dong Mengxiang almost mad. She raised her hands high and wrapped them around the back of Xu Jinde's head, messing up his hair. Although this action was just a natural reaction, it unintentionally made her breasts more erect and full, allowing Xu Jinde to knead them more freely. This stretching movement also caused her nightgown, which originally didn't reach her knees, to ride up to her thighs, making it easy for Xu Jinde to reach into her groin and search for the alluring secret cave.

When the hem of her nightgown was lifted, Dong Mengxiang felt the firm, hot touch on her buttocks, extending from the upper edge of her groin all the way down to her spine. She could even clearly feel it throbbing and bouncing. Although such erotic games were so distant in her memory that they were almost forgotten, Dong Mengxiang felt a strong desire at this moment, wishing that hard, hot thing would immediately penetrate her long-empty vagina.

Xu Jinde, as expected of a veteran in the sexual arena, knew when to advance and when to retreat. He withdrew his fingers from inside her vagina, wiped the semen from his pubic hair, and lifted Dong Mengxiang's left leg. With a bend in her knees and a thrust, "plop!" his penis slid into her wet vagina from below.

"Ah...uh..." Dong Mengxiang, who had only been panting, finally couldn't bear the pleasure and moaned: "Uh...gently...gently...uh...too deep...deep...uh...I can't...I can't...uh...anymore..."

Dong Mengxiang slightly tiptoed, seemingly trying to alleviate the unbearable tingling sensation, but she was even more reluctant to give up the deep, full pleasure. Xu Jinde's long, thick penis, taking advantage of his position, penetrated deeply and forcefully, seemingly piercing through her intestines and reaching her heart and lungs, giving Dong Mengxiang a masochistic pleasure.

Xu Jinde leaned back slightly, matching Dong Mengxiang's forward-leaning body, making the thrusting even smoother. The increasingly rapid thrusting of his penis acted like a conductor, constantly transmitting an intoxicating current from deep within her vagina to Dong Mengxiang's spinal cord, leaving her seemingly powerless to resist its overwhelming force, except for flailing her body and moaning softly.

One orgasm after another brought Dong Mengxiang to a climax before she could even surrender and beg for mercy before losing consciousness. When she slowly awoke, she was already in bed. If Xu Jinde hadn't been still beside her, gently caressing her, she might have thought it was just a wet dream!

"Are you comfortable?" Xu Jinde's hands were still roaming between her breasts, as if he never tired of them.

Despite their physical intimacy, Dong Mengxiang retained her feminine shyness and reserve. Her face flushed, she nodded slightly, her bashful and timid demeanor only making her more endearing. However, the question in her heart seemed like a knot, compelling her to temporarily set aside her reserve and ask for clarification.

Dong Mengxiang asked softly, "Did you help me change my clothes yesterday?" Xu Jinde nodded in affirmation, saying, "You were drunk yesterday, and you vomited all over yourself, including me, so I helped you clean up…" Xu Jinde pointed to his upper body, "I washed my own clothes and hung them to dry. I figured I couldn't go home naked like that, so I spent the night in the living room…" "And did you…?" Dong Mengxiang wanted to ask the key question, but didn't know how to begin.

"Yes..." Xu Jinde deliberately dragged out the word: "...thought, but didn't do it." Dong Mengxiang was amused and felt more relaxed, so she asked boldly: "Then why did you do it just now?" She really felt that Xu Jinde's behavior was a bit illogical.

Xu Jinde chuckled: "Sex is a pleasure for both of us. You were completely drunk yesterday, so even if I made a huge scene, you wouldn't have reacted. What fun is that? If that's the case, I might as well buy a piece of pork and play with it myself!"

"Heh!" Dong Mengxiang smiled sweetly, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze: "You have quite a few tricks up your sleeve. But how can you be sure I won't resist when I'm awake?"

"I'm not sure..." Xu Jinde still grinned, seemingly nonchalant: "We have to gamble , right

?" Dong Mengxiang seemed to be infected by his charm and playfully asked: "How many rounds have you won?" Xu Jinde placed his hand on Dong Mengxiang's genitals and said: "I only won the last round... so... now... shuffle the cards and play another round..."

"Heh... hee..." Dong Mengxiang tried to dodge the tickling: "Heh... hee... don't... don't... tickle me..."

And so, another two-player mahjong game began!

【Mahjong Inscription】

"Skill doesn't depend on finesse, money makes it possible; the number of players doesn't matter, four is enough. This is pure entertainment, only mahjong is the way to go. A single tile in front of the door, a winning hand, a chance to catch the last tile, a winning hand on a kong. It can invigorate the spirit, loosen the muscles and bones, providing entertainment day and night, without distinction between men and women. Four rounds reveal the winner, don't get carried away when you're winning. Gamblers say: 'What's there to be tired of?'" 【Mahjong Lyrics】 "When will the clattering end? The chips are gradually decreasing. Just now, I casually moved the wind again. The player before me plays like a doctor. The 1, 4, and 7 of the suit should still be there, but they won't come out. I ask you, how many chips do you have left? I only see my salary flowing out!" "

Mahjong tiles, commonly known as mahjong sets, are rectangular squares, mostly made of hard plastic, though acrylic is currently more popular. Some are even said to be made of ivory, or secretly carved from soap in prison.

There are 136 tiles in total. The tiles are divided into three types: Wan (characters), Tong (circles), and Suo (bamboo), numbered from one to nine; and honor tiles: East, South, West, North, Red Dragon, Green Dragon, and White Dragon. Each suit has four number and honor tiles. Taiwanese mahjong adds eight flower tiles: Plum Blossom, Orchid, Chrysanthemum, Bamboo, and Spring." One each for summer, autumn, and winter.

Legend has it that this set of tiles was created at the end of the Guangxu era by Chen Zhenglun, a merchant from Ningbo, Zhejiang. Having spent many years on ships, Chen, bored, modified traditional Chinese playing cards (Mahjong tiles) into Mahjong tiles for his crew.

The original Mahjong tiles were made of thick cardboard and, in addition to number tiles and honor tiles, included red flowers, white flowers, and special tiles… features not found today. Furthermore, when Mahjong spread to land, to enhance the game's appeal, water was often depicted on the tiles. Characters from the novel *Marsh*, such as Song Jiang, Hu Sanniang, and Yan Qing, are used as decorations.

In the late Qing Dynasty, ten copper coins were generally called "Dang Shi" or "Yi Guan," and one hundred "Dang Shi" strung together were called "Yi Chuan Qian" (one string of coins). Therefore, the "Yi Suo" tile in mahjong represents "Yi Chuan Qian." Later, with "Jiu Suo," it became "Yi Wan Guan," which is the "Yi Wan" tile in mahjong. Of course, the individual copper coins represent the "Tong Zi" tiles in mahjong.

Therefore, the numbered tiles in mahjong all symbolize money. The tiles representing the four cardinal directions (east, south, west, north) symbolize wealth gathering from all directions, along with auspicious phrases like "every shot hits the mark." Thus, drawing a tile in mahjong is believed to bring immense wealth, good fortune, and prosperity from all sides—who wouldn't love that!

A few years ago, authorities decreed that playing mahjong with a few close friends at home, as long as there was no commission, no gambling, and no more than two tables gambling, would not be penalized. People generally called this "family mahjong" or "hygienic mahjong," and even brazenly claimed, "This is promoting our national culture!"

From then on, when the night was quiet and you had the leisure, you might as well take a stroll around the neighborhood. Apart from the occasional distant sounds of cars and motorcycles calling out, there was only the constant clatter of mahjong tiles. Except for the occasional warning from the police to keep it down if the noise disturbed others' peace, no one would bother you even if you played until the sun went down.

I've rambled on for a while now, and before I even got to the story, you're probably getting impatient with my rambling. Alright! I'll say one last thing, just one!

I don't know who the genius was who said, "There's only a thin line between the table (mahjong table) and the bed." But without someone like Xu Jinde, this logic probably wouldn't hold true.

However, it all started with Dong Mengxiang.

Dong Mengxiang, about thirty years old, was a girl who loved to dream in her youth, fantasizing about a prince charming, idol stars, and even making becoming a singer her life's ambition. In fact, regardless of her singing voice, her angelic face and devilish figure were enough to charm audiences on stage and catch their eye.

Fortunately, Dong Mengxiang was scouted by a modeling agency the year she graduated from high school, and within a short time, she became a leader among her peers. Unfortunately, a year later, she was taken in by a young and wealthy businessman and became his mistress.

Even more unfortunately, after his initial excitement, the businessman grew tired of her and quickly moved on to a new target.

Although Dong Mengxiang received a considerable settlement and her life was not in danger, these few short years had exposed her to the full spectrum of human emotions, causing a drastic change in her outlook on life. She became taciturn and kept to herself, almost to the point of isolation.

Fortunately, her former modeling colleagues remembered their friendship and often made time to visit her at home. Sometimes, when everyone was in the mood, they would set up a mahjong table. The women would happily play cards, the wins and losses small, so it didn't cause any emotional distress. Dong Mengxiang was happy to have a lively atmosphere at home, preventing her from feeling lonely or bored.

As time went on, the card-playing friends started inviting each other to join, making Dong Mengxiang's "card-playing social gathering" quite popular. Just from the several hundred yuan in commission after four rounds, she could net over a thousand yuan a day, which was a significant financial boost for a single woman.

When her card-playing friend, Ms. Su, first introduced Xu Jinde, Dong Mengxiang was a little surprised, her expression somewhat unnatural. Most of the people who came to her house to play cards were women, because they gambled small amounts, purely for entertainment and to pass the time; men were generally perceived as "gambling big, gambling for thrills, gambling until they're bankrupt!" Why would they play such childish games?!

At the time, Dong Mengxiang smiled and said, "We're playing with a base bet of 200 yuan, and 50 yuan per round. You don't mind..." Xu Jinde shrugged and said, "That suits me perfectly. It's just for fun, and it won't hurt our feelings." From then on, Xu Jinde became Dong Mengxiang's regular card-playing partner. No one knew what he did for a living, only that he was rich and had plenty of free time. No one knew his age or marital status, because he never mentioned it. Even if someone asked, he would nonchalantly smile and say, "Guess! You decide!" Perhaps it was because Xu Jinde usually acted kindly and had a good temper that he was so likable. Otherwise, who would dare to get close to such a mysterious and unknown person, let alone play cards with him?

His behavior was especially different from other card-playing friends. Whenever he won money, no matter how much, he would always treat everyone to late-night snacks or karaoke. Sometimes, even if the winnings weren't enough to cover the expenses, he would still happily pay out of his own pocket. Even when he lost badly, he remained calm and composed, simply laughing it off. His demeanor and sportsmanship were impeccable.

His fellow card players, seeing an opportunity for a bargain, naturally wanted to take advantage. Sometimes, Dong Mengxiang, unable to bear it any longer, would kindly try to advise him privately. But Xu Jinde would just laugh and say, "Money is just an external thing; you can't take it with you when you die. If spending some money allows me to make more friends and be happier, then it's not a waste, is it?"

In fact, the female card players not only enjoyed the potential for a bargain and liked playing cards with Xu Jinde, but they also found his antics at the card table extremely entertaining. Xu Jinde was truly a "talker" at the card table. Besides acting silly and engaging in lively banter, he would occasionally try to take advantage of the female players, but he did it skillfully and cleverly, making them not only unaware but also delighted.

Most of these female card-playing friends were married, their husbands mostly successful and busy men. They were idle and bored, using card games as a pastime. Therefore, meeting a card-playing friend like Xu Jinde was like adding icing on the cake, a perfect match for them. Sometimes Xu Jinde would tell some risqué jokes, and they would respond with the wisdom of "experienced women," truly showing that "women are not inferior to men."

Based on her observations and feelings, Dong Mengxiang suspected that Xu Jinde had slept with one of the female card-playing friends, but she couldn't ask him directly, and she didn't have the right to inquire, so she could only remain a suspect. However, today she received confirmation!

Today's card-playing partners were Mrs. Wang, Miss Xie, Dong Mengxiang, and Xu Jinde—three women and one man.

As soon as they entered the game, Dong Mengxiang smiled and said to Xu Jinde, "Oh! Today is 'Third Mother Teaching Son'! You'd better watch out!"

Xu Jinde spread his hands, maintaining his usual smile, and said, "Hmm! I'm not afraid of a lot of people, I'm just afraid of too many 'talkers.' You each have two sharp tongues, I'm afraid I can't out-argue you..." Before Xu Jinde could finish speaking, Miss Xie asked suspiciously, "We only have one mouth each! How can we have two mouths?" Dong Mengxiang was both embarrassed and amused, and quickly said to Miss Xie, "Stop embarrassing yourself!" Miss Xie felt that she had been given the cold shoulder for no reason, so she looked innocent and righteously questioned, "Well..."

Mrs. Wang, who was chuckling to herself, couldn't help but chime in, "Hehe... Stop being so nosy, let's play cards!" Dong Mengxiang and Mrs. Wang both thought that this mahjong game was going to be very exciting!

Sure enough, Xu Jinde started talking too much again. He had something to say about drawing cards, something to say about discarding cards, and something to say about giving away points. "This one of mine...that one of yours..." Double entendres flew around the table.

Just then, Xu Jinde drew a two of bamboo and a middle tile, and said, "I call this 'Beauty in the Bath'—drawing a 'two of bamboo' and a 'middle tile'!"

The three women naturally knew Xu Jinde was using a double entendre again; a girl in the bath is like touching her own breasts and opening, isn't she? His words were truly witty without being cruel, erotic without being vulgar.

Mrs. Wang, seemingly particularly interested in "sexuality," added, "Then 'Handsome Man in the Bath'—isn't that drawing

a 'one of bamboo'?"

Xu Jinde shook his head and said, "Indeed! Truly a teachable child!" As a result, everyone burst into laughter again.

A little while later, Miss Xie also happened to draw a "two of bamboo" (a type of tile) and, in her excitement, blurted out, "This is also 'Beauty in the Bath,' drawing a 'two of bamboo'..." She trailed off, too embarrassed to say the word "middle hole.

" Xu Jinde, however, pretended to be serious and said, "Oh! No, no... that's not called drawing a 'two of bamboo'..." Xu Jinde glanced at Miss Xie's chest and continued, "That's called drawing a 'two of cakes'." Miss Xie, again innocent and bewildered, asked, "What's the difference? Aren't they the same?" Xu Jinde pointed to Dong Mengxiang's chest and said, "Hers counts as a 'two of bamboo,' yours can only be counted as a 'cake,' after all, the size is different!... Mengxiang, don't you think so!" Miss Xie blushed with sudden realization, while Dong Mengxiang and Mrs. Wang were already doubled over with laughter. Dong Mengxiang truly had a pair of ample breasts to be proud of.

Dong Mengxiang's heart skipped a beat when Xu Jinde called her "Mengxiang!" He usually addressed her as "Miss Dong" or "Sister Dong," but now he was calling her by her name, and quite naturally and affectionately at that, filling her with a sweet warmth.

Dong Mengxiang, laughing hysterically, retorted, not to be outdone, "Hehe...you know your stuff..."

Next, Xu Jinde not only continued to make fun of Dong Mengxiang, but also began to make advances towards her. While shuffling the cards, he would intentionally or unintentionally touch, pull, or pinch her hand, and even lightly brush her foot with his own. This made Dong Mengxiang appear distracted and frequently play the wrong cards.

Xu Jinde remained true to his nature, and even intensified his actions, becoming increasingly explicit. He could relate almost every card to "sex," though some of it was far-fetched, it still elicited a knowing smile.

For example, regarding the character "East," Xu Jinde said it depicted a man standing with his hands on his hips and legs apart, and that the middle stroke was a woman's favorite—though he didn't explicitly say it represented a penis, everyone present understood.

The tile "South" was deliberately explained as follows: "Did you know that the symbol for a woman is '+○'? Now flip it over, break it open, put in a long-haired thing '￥', and it becomes 'South'. So mahjong is truly a symbol of love!"

"As for 'North', there's even more to it!" Xu Jinde startled the three women: "It's a pictograph. 'North' is a newlywed couple, sleeping back to back because they're shy. 'Bi' is the man unable to resist begging the woman. 'Jiu' is a couple making out, and then, like 'North,' they're so tired that they fall asleep as soon as they're done. This kind of man is the worst..."

The eight rounds of mahjong ended in laughter and joking, and in the end, it was almost a draw. Dong Mengxiang waved the banknotes she had taken and said, "Since we all tied, and I'm also playing, I feel bad keeping this money. Let's use it to go get some late-night snacks!"

Xu Jinde stopped her, saying, "Since you're so generous, I can't be impolite. How about this? You give me the money, and we'll go to karaoke together. If we're short, I'll make up the difference, okay?!" Dong Mengxiang was about to politely decline when Miss Xie and Mrs. Wang exclaimed in unison, "Agreed!" So, the four of them headed off to karaoke.

Xu Jinde continued to be witty, making the three women laugh heartily. They even turned his "mahjong is erotic" theory into a story, which they told while enjoying the singing, wine, and snacks.

"...'North' is a newlywed couple, 'West' is a bed... The two of them stripped down to their bare skin on the bed

... One touched 'two of bamboo,' the other touched 'one of bamboo,'... The man 'hit' the other like a

'kong'... The woman said she wanted to 'eat'... The man, of course, couldn't resist and put something to her mouth and started 'middle'... The two of them started 'south'... With 'in' and 'out' (cards), they '

ejaculated some 'muddled' stuff..."

In the joyful atmosphere, Xu Jinde seemed to intentionally urge Dong Mengxiang to drink frequently, and Dong Mengxiang generously drank one cup after another. Until the party ended, Xu Jinde naturally escorted the drunken Dong Mengxiang home.

Dong Mengxiang seemed to still be somewhat sober before going home, but unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the house, she vomited on the spot, soiling not only her own clothes but also Xu Jinde's clothes, and she herself fell into a drunken sleep.

Xu Jinde smiled wryly, and without any hesitation, removed Dong Mengxiang's soiled clothes, even using a damp towel to clean her body. Although Dong Mengxiang was over thirty, her graceful figure and snow-white skin showed no signs of age, still captivating and irresistible.

Looking at her naked body, Xu Jinde treated it like a work of art, carefully wiping and cleaning the filth from Dong Mengxiang's body, while also enjoying the pleasure of the touch.

Xu Jinde's hands roamed over her smooth skin, from her cheeks, shoulders, neck, breasts, and abdomen… slowly caressing her, even pressing his face between Dong Mengxiang's breasts, listening to her rapid heartbeat and breathing; smelling the faint scent of milk.

Perhaps Dong Mengxiang could still feel that gentle touch in her drunken dream; perhaps she was having a sweet erotic dream, so although her body remained still, her breathing was punctuated by soft moans.

Perhaps it was just the sound of her breathing, but that soft, delicate nasal sound drove Xu Jinde wild.

Even though he was itching with desire, Xu Jinde didn't make any further moves. Instead, he found a nightgown for Dong Mengxiang to change into, let her lie comfortably on the bed, covered her with a light blanket, and then went to the bathroom to clean himself up and wash his soiled clothes.

The next day, around noon, Dong Mengxiang woke up from her drunken stupor and was startled by the strange sight on her body, all sleep and drunkenness vanishing. As she examined her clothes, she recalled the events of the previous night. She remembered being so drunk that she was unconscious, vaguely feeling that Xu Jinde had taken her home, but she couldn't remember anything after that. However, she was certain that the nightgown she was wearing was not one she had changed into herself…

Thinking of this, Dong Mengxiang felt both angry and ashamed. She couldn't believe it was true; she couldn't imagine what Xu Jinde might have done to her while she was naked and powerless to resist. However, upon closer reflection, apart from the pajamas she had changed into, there was nothing wrong with her body. To put it bluntly, there was nothing unusual in her vagina, meaning Xu Jinde hadn't taken advantage of her.

This result relieved Dong Mengxiang, and she couldn't help but secretly praise Xu Jinde as a gentleman who wouldn't deceive her in secret; however, a sour feeling also welled up in her heart. Dong Mengxiang felt as if her female pride had been wounded. She thought she had a captivating charm, enough to make men fall at her feet, but now, naked and exposed before her, Xu Jinde hadn't been moved?

"Is Xu Jinde even a man...?" Dong Mengxiang sat blankly on the bed, her mind racing: "Am I already old and faded? Have I lost all my attractiveness to men?... " Dong Mengxiang tossed and turned on the bed for a while before lazily getting up to wash and dress. The moment she stepped into the bathroom, she was startled to see a shirt and suit pants hanging out to dry. Dong Mengxiang recognized them as Xu Jinde's clothes, which made her wonder, "Has Xu Jinde not left yet?"

Just then, Xu Jinde suddenly hugged Dong Mengxiang from behind, his hands encircling her left breast and genitals, his hot lips already licking and sucking her shoulders and neck. These gentle yet bold actions seemed to possess endless magic, plunging Dong Mengxiang into a dizzying intoxication before she could even panic; before she could resist or struggle, she fell into a limp and weak state.

Xu Jinde's nimble fingers teased her gradually hardening nipples. Even through the thin fabric of her nightgown, the teasing seemed to be amplified rather than diminished, especially the texture of the silk, rubbing against her long, hairy vulva, the smooth yet slightly rough feeling almost driving Dong Mengxiang mad. She raised her hands high and wrapped them around the back of Xu Jinde's head, messing up his hair.

Although Dong Mengxiang's movement was merely a natural reaction, it unintentionally made her breasts appear more erect and full, allowing Xu Jinde's kneading movements to proceed more smoothly. This stretching motion also caused her nightgown, which originally didn't reach her knees, to ride up to her thighs, making it easy for Xu Jinde to reach under her legs and search for the alluring secret cave.

When the hem of her nightgown was lifted, Dong Mengxiang felt the firm, hot touch on her buttocks, extending from the upper edge of her groin all the way down to her spine; she could even clearly feel it throbbing and pulsating. Although such erotic games were so distant in her memory that they were almost forgotten, Dong Mengxiang now felt a strong desire, wishing that hard, hot thing would immediately penetrate her long-empty vagina.

Xu Jinde, a seasoned veteran of the sexual arena, knew exactly when to advance and when to retreat. He withdrew his fingers from the vagina, wiped the semen from the pubic hair, and then, with a swift movement, lifted Dong Mengxiang's left leg, bending her knees and thrusting forward. "Plop!" His penis plunged into the wet, slippery vagina from below.

"Ah...uh..." Dong Mengxiang, who had only been panting softly, finally couldn't bear the pleasurable stimulation and moaned: "Uh...gently...gently...uh...too deep...deep...uh...I can't...I can't take it...uh...it's too much..."

Dong Mengxiang slightly tiptoed, seemingly trying to alleviate the unbearable tingling sensation, but she found it even harder to give up the deep, fulfilling pleasure. Xu Jinde's long penis, taking advantage of the position, penetrated as if it were empty, striking directly at the heart, as if piercing through the intestines and reaching the lungs, giving Dong Mengxiang a masochistic pleasure.

Xu Jinde leaned back slightly, matching Dong Mengxiang's forward-leaning body, making the thrusting of his penis smoother. The increasingly rapid thrusting of his penis acted like a conductor, sending intoxicating electric currents from deep within her vagina into Dong Mengxiang's spinal cord, leaving her seemingly powerless to resist its overwhelming force, only able to writhe and moan.

One orgasm after another brought Dong Mengxiang to a trance before she lost consciousness. When she finally awoke, she was lying in bed. If Xu Jinde hadn't been there, gently caressing her, she might have thought it was just a dream.

"Are you comfortable?" Xu Jinde's hands continued to roam between her breasts, seemingly never tiring of them.

Despite their physical intimacy, Dong Mengxiang retained her feminine shyness and reserve. Her flushed face and slight nod made her even more endearing. But the question in her heart was like a knot, forcing her to temporarily set aside her reserve and ask for clarification.

Dong Mengxiang asked carefully, "Did you help me change my clothes yesterday?" Xu Jinde nodded in affirmation and said, "You were drunk yesterday, and you not only vomited all over yourself, but you also vomited on me, so I helped you clean up..." Xu Jinde pointed to his upper body: "I washed my own clothes and hung them to dry. I thought I couldn't go home naked like this, so I just stayed in the living room for the night..." "Then did you...?" Dong Mengxiang wanted to ask the key question, but didn't know how to start.

"Yes..." Xu Jinde deliberately dragged out the word: "...thought, but didn't do it." Dong Mengxiang was amused and felt more relaxed, so she asked boldly, "Then why did you do it just now?" She really felt that Xu Jinde's behavior was a bit illogical.

Xu Jinde chuckled: "Sex is a pleasure for both of us. You were completely drunk yesterday, so even if I made a huge scene, you wouldn't have reacted. What fun is that? If that's the case, I might as well buy a piece of pork and play with it myself!"

"Heh!" Dong Mengxiang smiled sweetly, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze: "You have quite a few tricks up your sleeve. But how can you be sure I won't resist when I'm awake?"

"I'm not sure..." Xu Jinde still grinned, seemingly nonchalant: "We have to gamble , right

?" Dong Mengxiang seemed to be infected by his charm and playfully asked: "How many rounds have you won?" Xu Jinde placed his hand on Dong Mengxiang's genitals and said: "I only won the last round... so... now... shuffle the cards and play another round..."

"Heh... hee..." Dong Mengxiang tried to dodge the tickling: "Heh... hee... don't... don't... tickle me..."

And so, another two-player mahjong game began!

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/135205.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=135205&aspx=1

Previous Page : My experience in Japan

Next Page : My friend's slutty girlfriend

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

On the table and on the bed—the romance and excitement of mahjong

comment Open a new window to view comments