Mistakenly marrying an elderly woman from a respectable family

My wife, Cheng Hong, is about to give birth. Since her family lives near the maternity hospital where she works, she felt bad about me driving her there every day, rain or shine, and she was also annoyed by the hassle of the trips. So, she decided to stay at

her parents' house instead. Her best friend, Gu Jing, is currently traveling and shopping in France, so Cheng Hong has no one to talk to on the phone. During the day, she plays with the nurses at the hospital,

and at night she acts like a spoiled child with her parents, continuing her life as a dutiful daughter. She's living a pretty carefree life. I've visited my mother-in-law a few times, but Cheng Hong always finds me a nuisance, unable to help with cooking or prevent them from having private conversations, and she always tries to get rid of me. She pats her big belly and laughs, "My dear husband! Now you have a chance to sleep in, so enjoy it! In another week, will you still have a good night's sleep?"

I laugh back, "Are you destined to be a 'night-crying baby'?" Actually, I'm a little worried: I remember my mother saying that I was a particularly difficult baby, a typical "night-crying baby"! She'd tried countless folk remedies, including the infamous little red paper poster that went something like, "Heavenly Emperor, Earthly Emperor, my house has a baby crying at night; passerby, recite this, and he'll sleep soundly until dawn..."

Seeing my husband and me arguing, my mother-in-law patted my shoulder with a laugh and said, "Shanzi~, don't listen to Xiaohong's scaremongering! Leave the baby with me after he's born; I can raise him until he starts elementary school..." Ever since Cheng Hong moved back home, my mother-in-law's face has been beaming with joy. It seems no mother in the world wants to marry her daughter off! (Note: "Shanzi" is my childhood nickname.)

Cheng Hong said coquettishly, "Mom~~, you're so biased! I've endured the suffering of ten months of pregnancy, and you won't even let the baby torment Shanzi for a few months..."

At this moment, my father-in-law walked into the living room with a cigar in his mouth. Hearing his daughter's words, he slammed his hand with an air of authority: "After the baby is born, leave him here with me! Ah~, I haven't heard a baby cry in so long..." Looking at my father-in-law's blissful and hopeful expression, the old saying "grandparents love their grandchildren more" does have some truth to it.

I'm luckier than most men; my wife works at a maternity hospital, she's a "professional," handling babies is her forte, plus my mother-in-law's experienced wisdom, it seems like I'll be the father right away, that's a done deal!

People's laziness really is something that's fostered. From then on, I stopped running back and forth between the east and west sides of the city, only keeping in touch with my wife Cheng Hong by phone.

Being alone is indeed carefree; I can sleep however I want, and no one will bother me, I can make a mess of the room, and no one will nag me. However, amidst the carefree days, my biggest problem was food: breakfast could be bought on the street; lunch was provided by my workplace, but dinner was a real headache! Although I sometimes went out for "publicly funded meals" with Boss Sun, it was impossible to have food every day! So I brought home a whole case of instant noodles.

It was Saturday again, and I woke up naturally at eleven. As I was eating my instant noodles, my face turning green, a sudden inspiration struck me. I slammed my hand on the table, jumped up, grinned at Cheng Hong's photo on the wall, and exclaimed, "Damn! You have a family? Am I some kind of monkey who sprang from a rock?!" With that thought, I locked the door, went downstairs, and drove to my parents' house in the south of the city…

My parents' house was located in the northwest corner of an old-style residential area in the south of the city. The area consisted of 11 scattered, five-story buildings. It had no walls or security guards and was originally the staff quarters of a large state-owned enterprise. My father had been the chief engineer of this factory, and during the housing reform, he bought the property rights for seven thousand yuan. (China's housing policy is a chronic problem that can never be solved! Try buying a three-bedroom apartment like this these days without a million yuan!)

The sky was overcast, and the autumn wind still carried the lingering heat of summer. Last night, I played chess online with a master player, and even now, my temples are still slightly aching.

Parking the car downstairs, I whistled lightly as I climbed the stairs.

Upon entering, I didn't act as casually as usual—a strange, plump woman sat regally in the living room.

This woman, lightly made up, had a round face, dewy eyes, and a slightly upturned mouth. Her short hair reached her shoulders, her skin was fair, and her figure was extremely voluptuous. She was wearing a pink, mid-sleeve t-shirt (made in mainland China) and a black silk A-line skirt. Seeing her smiling at me, I didn't know how to address her and stood there speechless for a moment…

My mother, seeing this, quickly stood up to smooth things over: “Don’t know how to address her, huh? Calling her ‘sister’ won’t do, you have to call her Aunt Qiu!” Then she turned to the plump woman and smiled, “Little Qiu must be in her early forties this year, how come she doesn’t look old at all? She’s still so beautiful!”

“Mom, you can’t just say nice things like that!” I muttered to myself. To say this woman was young was absolutely a lie! She was already middle-aged, yet she dared to talk about being “young”! To say she was beautiful was simply heartless! From my professional perspective, all I saw was a large, round face like a silver basin! (This is still imitating Cao Xueqin's praise of Xue Baochai; in reality, the plump woman had what is commonly described as a "flat persimmon face.")

I forced a smile at the plump woman, politely addressed her as "Aunt Qiu," and then sat down on the sofa to chat with my parents.

After a few rounds of conversation, I learned about the plump woman's background: her name was Zhang Qiu, from B County in H Province in northern China, and she was the younger sister of a friend of my father's from his time working in the countryside. Because her only daughter, Cao Yingying, had been admitted to a key university in the province this year, the mother and daughter were used to relying on each other, and besides, Aunt Qiu couldn't bear to let Cao Yingying wander outside for four years! So she left her family and career to come to our J Province to accompany her daughter.

Aunt Qiu was deeply devoted to her daughter and worried that Yingying wouldn't eat well at school, so she recently bought a small house in Zhuangyuan Lane in the north of the city, thus ending her days of renting and having a "home" in J Province.

Aunt Qiu's visit this time had two purposes: first, to visit an old friend on behalf of her brother, and second, to ask my father to find her a way to earn money.

During their conversation, whenever her daughter, Cao Yingying, was mentioned, Aunt Qiu's face lit up with pride, her round, fleshy face beaming. Yes, Aunt Qiu had reason to be proud! She had been widowed at twenty-nine, and raising her daughter to enter one of the nation's top universities was indeed an extremely difficult feat.

My father laughed heartily, "It'll be easier now that Shanzi's back! Quickly help your Aunt Qiu think of a solution! I was just about to have your mother call you."

I laughed, "What connections do I have? You were once a deputy factory director

, after all!" My father glared at me and said in a deep, gruff voice, "You don't understand the saying 'out of sight, out of mind'..." My father had just retired earlier this year and was now unemployed at home, mostly staying home except for going fishing with friends.

Perhaps before I even entered the door, my father had already firmly rejected Aunt Qiu. So when she heard that I might be able to help her, her bright eyes immediately lit up, and she smiled at me, saying, "Shanzi, your Aunt Qiu only has a high school education, and is basically illiterate now. I'm used to being lazy and don't want to be controlled or restricted, so I'd like to open my own small general store. Do you think you could help Aunt Qiu rent a suitable storefront..." Seriously, you call me "Shanzi"? Are we that close?

My mother interjected, "It's best to work independently, so you don't get scammed again!" It turned out that as soon as Aunt Qiu arrived in J province, she applied for a job as an operator at a private company through the "labor market," only to work for free for a month. The promised high wages and bonuses were all deducted by the company's various inexplicable internal systems. After this ordeal, Aunt Qiu no longer dared to apply for jobs at the "labor market," that chaotic place...

Sigh, what kind of world is this! Didn't I also lose my job a while ago? If it weren't for my wife's close friend Gu Jing pulling me out of that situation, I really don't know how I would have gotten through that period of unemployment. Yeah, what "open recruitment" and "talent market"? Most of them are just scams! A truly good job or a good business, isn't it all thanks to the help of relatives and friends? That's just the way things are in this country!!

I secretly thought: Aunt Qiu is best suited to stick to her old profession! As for storefronts, I could ask Haozi. Didn't their city government recently launch a batch of uniform storefronts on Mango Avenue under the guise of "environmental improvement"? With that thought, I immediately called Haozi.

The voice on the other end of the phone, Haozi, was still a deep baritone, but now tinged with officialdom. He was the deputy director of the municipal government office, a man of real power. He and I were childhood friends, practically inseparable since we were little kids.

After a bit of rambling, I didn't get down to business, just arranged to meet him at "Bafangzhai" that evening. Aunt Qiu, seeing the progress, blushed with excitement.

I still had plenty of faith in Haozi. This guy, usually so carefree and flirtatious, was always honest with me. I got up to pour Aunt Qiu a glass of water, and then I suddenly noticed something alluring: beneath her cheap black dress, a pair of alluring black stockings and high heels! Though I'm not a "stocking fetishist," I still felt a pang of excitement…

Sunset glowed over the mountain street, the city lights began to twinkle. When I drove Aunt Qiu to "Bafangzhai," I saw a look of shock on her face. Aunt Qiu, after all, came from a small county town in the north and had never seen such a magnificent establishment—"Bafangzhai" was a renowned luxury hotel in this southern provincial capital, frequented by the wealthy and powerful. Ordinary locals like myself rarely visited, though it was a source of pride for ordinary citizens to entertain relatives and friends there.

Seeing a strange woman following me, Haozi seemed slightly surprised and half-jokingly asked, "Shanzi, who is this grandma?..." Aunt Qiu blushed at Haozi's teasing, becoming shy like a young girl.

I stepped forward and punched Haozi, laughing and scolding, "You damn Haozi! This is my sister! She's only in her early forties, how come she's your grandma!"...

After a few drinks, I finally told her about Aunt Qiu's desire to rent a storefront. Upon hearing this, Mouse shook his head vigorously, exclaiming, "Hey, brother, you have no idea how deep the water is here! These storefronts are in prime locations, extremely sought-after! You're making things difficult for me, forcing me to snatch food from the jaws of the big shots!" Then, Mouse began to spout his grievances.

His words flowed like a torrent of classical Chinese texts, mostly official jargon, but one thing was true: these storefronts had basically been pre-selected by officials at various levels. Even if the tenants didn't use them for business, they could sublet them and earn a considerable monthly rent.

Aunt Qiu listened intently to Mouse's ramblings, and seeing her hopes of renting a storefront dwindling, she got up and pulled me outside, whispering urgently, "How about I give him a good fuck tonight?..." Aunt Qiu used the distinctive dialect of County B in H Province for the word "fuck," a pronunciation that sounded both jarring and pleasant to me.

I almost burst out laughing, but I managed to hold it in. I just pinched her arm hard, signaling her not to overthink it. It seems that when women are desperate, besides crying, they either resort to selling their bodies!

As I opened the door and walked back to the dining table, I chuckled to myself, "How could Haozi possibly fuck an old bastard like you!" Haozi and I knew each other well; I knew he was surrounded by beautiful women. He wasn't lacking in sex appeal, he just hated that he only had one penis!

After a long pause, amidst the clinking of glasses, Haozi finally acknowledged me as a brother and agreed to help arrange a storefront.

Haozi and I never forced each other to drink; we just wanted to enjoy ourselves. Seeing that I had brought a woman with me, he didn't mention any entertainment after the drinks, only refusing Aunt Qiu's offer to pay the bill, and signing his name in a fine leather-bound notebook brought by the waitress. (“Bafangzhai” is the city government's headquarters, settling accounts monthly based on a list of authorized signatories.)

After a hurried farewell outside the gate, Haozi drove alone towards the resort in the northern suburbs…

Aunt Qiu and I turned back towards the underground parking lot. The spacious parking lot was completely silent, with only the occasional sound of a car engine.

Aunt Qiu's high heels clicked on the ground, the crisp sound echoing louder in the empty space, making it rather unsettling. Aunt Qiu involuntarily grabbed my wrist. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly: Aunt Qiu is quite a bold woman; my wife, Cheng Hong, never comes down to the ground, only waiting for me at the exit; while Gu Jing needs me to hold her arm to walk without feeling flustered or scared.

Finding a parking space, I skillfully drove the car away from the parking lot. At the first red light, perhaps under the influence of alcohol, I instinctively slipped my right hand between Aunt Qiu's legs (I have a penchant for touching women's inner thighs). While stroking her inner thigh, I said, "Little darling~ Where are we going now~" The mature woman's scent emanating from Aunt Qiu felt familiar and pleasant.

Aunt Qiu didn't seem annoyed; perhaps her plans for the night had finally come to fruition, and she was in an exceptionally good mood. She chuckled in a affected tone, "Little darling, indeed! I think you've had too much to drink..."

My mind cleared instantly: I had mistaken Aunt Qiu for my wife, Cheng Hong, or Gu Jing! It seems that alcohol, no matter the amount, really does have a numbing effect!

You ask why I could utter such a cheesy term as "little darling"? It's because I was forced to by those two women, Cheng Hong and Gu Jing! This is a lesson I learned after making numerous verbal mistakes! By addressing them so generally, I've been able to navigate between Cheng Hong and Gu Jing with ease, and I haven't made a slip of the tongue since! —Gu Jing was annoyed that I called her "wife" so many times; my wife Cheng Hong also looked at me suspiciously because I called her "Jingjing" so many times. Yes, "little darling" is a universally applicable sweet nothing! Women are happy to hear it; for me, it avoids unnecessary risks, so why not? I strongly suggest you try this trick.

Hearing Aunt Qiu's teasing, I was extremely embarrassed and could only shamelessly ask, "Aunt Qiu—where are we going now?"

Seeing my situation, Aunt Qiu seemed to find it even more amusing, and she continued her attack: "Where can we go? Home! Do you want to go to a hotel with me? You'd better think carefully, your good brother calls me grandma~" Damn, Aunt Qiu is quite humorous.

Aunt Qiu was genuinely worried I'd get drunk, so she stopped joking and talking the whole way, keeping her eyes glued to the road ahead and occasionally reminding me to watch out for any targets…

"The moonlight on the street is as cool as water," and twenty minutes later, I parked the car at the entrance of Zhuangyuan Lane.

Compared to the surrounding bustling areas, Zhuangyuan Lane is practically an "urban village." But it has an extraordinary history, renowned throughout J province: it was originally the residence of a first-rank official of the Qing Dynasty, who achieved the highest rank in the imperial examinations, hence the area has been called "Zhuangyuan Lane" ever since. Because an ancestral temple in Zhuangyuan Lane has been designated a provincial-level cultural relic, these residences are never slated for demolition by the municipal government.

Since houses have been allowed to be sold on the market, the residents here are no longer as innocent as before. My mother told me that a brothel was raided here last month! —My mother, a teacher who dedicated her life to education, spoke in a refined, literary style. What "brothel"? It's just the police arresting a bunch of prostitutes!

Aunt Qiu insisted I get out of the car to see her new house, and also to sober up, so I reluctantly followed her into the long alley.

These gray and white houses still retain the bluestone pavement. The overall architecture combines northern and southern styles, possessing both the compactness of a northern courtyard house and the looseness of a southern water town courtyard, which is rare in China. The residents in this area basically have no sanitary facilities in their homes, still retaining the style of the last century: using the public toilets at both ends of the alley.

The small house that Aunt Qiu bought is about fifty square meters in area, located on the west side, and the orientation is not very good. Only the five-step courtyard is somewhat well-maintained; with some tidying up, it can have the charm of "a courtyard full of fragrant roses."

After glancing at the small kitchen that she built herself in the northwest corner of the courtyard, we finally stepped through the front door.

The main house is a standard classical Chinese house with a "田" (field) shaped layout, or what is commonly referred to as "two and a half rooms" in modern parlance. I sat down on the sofa in the outer room, which served as the living room, and looked around for a while, but didn't see the little girl Yingying. So I asked, "Aunt Qiu—where's my 90s-born sister?"

Aunt Qiu shook her head and sighed, "Don't mention that brat! I told her to give up her dorm room at school and come home to live, but she just wouldn't! She said it's more fun to be with her classmates. Isn't it because she thinks I'm too old and talk too much! When she was little, she couldn't be without me for a second..." At this moment, Aunt Qiu was filled with sadness and tears welled up in her eyes.

Humans are indeed strange creatures. When children are young, parents eagerly await their growth; but once children are grown, parents cherish the memories of their adorable childhood.

There's no logic to it, so I could only offer Aunt Qiu some simple words of comfort: "Young people have their own ideas. Aunt Qiu can't always keep Yingying by her side like an old hen protecting her chicks. Wouldn't it be better to let her experience things for herself?"

Aunt Qiu laughed through her tears: "What kind of analogy is that? It's awful! What 'old hen, chick'..." I was speechless! Chinese characters are truly amazing; "chicken" is a homophone for "prostitute"! You know, even "Miss" and "comrade" have ambiguities now! I quickly corrected her: "It's the mother hen protecting her chicks..." Aunt Qiu's

face flushed: "That makes sense, but I'm a little reluctant to let her go!" It seems Aunt Qiu is a mother with a deep love for her children.

Aunt Qiu quickly brought me a cup of strong tea. As I sipped, I offered her advice on her upcoming business venture.

Aunt Qiu frowned and said, "Decorating the storefront, sourcing goods, hiring help, expanding sales channels... these aren't problems, it's just that getting a business license is quite troublesome. I don't know when it will be finally done..." She sighed as she spoke.

I could deeply understand the bitterness and difficulty in Aunt Qiu's words: in China, when dealing with government officials, ordinary people are always the weaker party.

My brother knew the process of getting a business license very well because Cheng Hong's father was the head of the Industry and Commerce Bureau. I laughed and said, "Getting a business license is a headache for others, but it's a piece of cake for us..."

Aunt Qiu's face immediately lit up with joy when she heard that my father-in-law had a high position in the Industry and Commerce Bureau, and she kept saying, "I'm so lucky, I'm so lucky..."

"Aunt Qiu~, is there any other difficulty? I'll give everything I have to support you!" I teased.

"..." Aunt Qiu looked troubled but didn't speak.

Actually, even if Aunt Qiu didn't say it, I knew she didn't have the start-up capital. Purchasing this old house almost drained all the savings she had accumulated from her business back home.

I pulled a gold card from my wallet, handed it to Aunt Qiu, and said with a smile, "This is my secret stash of money. You can use it first! If the business fails, forget about it; if it makes a profit, hehe, Aunt Qiu, you have to promise me one thing..."

If you ask me, "Brother, where did you get this secret stash of money? I haven't seen her angelic face on my salary card since the first day of our marriage! Give me some advice..."

then I'll straighten my back and say to you, "This money is embezzled by me!" Damn it, I'm not a good person either! I bet anyone: in today's China, who among those who have control over cash flow doesn't want to line their own pockets? Truly selfless people, proportionally speaking, are less than one in ten! At most, 0.000001!!!

Aunt Qiu wouldn't take my card, muttering, "I still have a few thousand yuan, I'll make do for now..." Damn! A few thousand yuan isn't even enough to set up a street stall! Seeing my grim expression, Aunt Qiu could only clutch the gold card tightly in her hand, turn around, and go into the inner bedroom to carefully hide it...

When Aunt Qiu came out again, her face was beaming. She laughed cheerfully, "Little Shanzi~, you've been hiding money from your wife! Tell me honestly: how much money is in the card?"

Emotions are contagious! I joked back, "Probably two hundred thousand, I might as well buy you, my chubby aunt..."

Hearing the amount, Aunt Qiu visibly trembled, stammering, "You, you, where did you get so much money?..."

The easiest people to fool in the world aren't children, but women, especially old women! I casually remarked, "This is what I earned doing business with friends before I got married..."

Sure enough, Aunt Qiu's expression relaxed upon hearing this, and she leaned back on the sofa, muttering, "Little Shanzi~, aren't you afraid I'll run off with your money? After all, I'm not your real aunt..." She then stared blankly at the corner of the wall, lost in thought.

I didn't want to answer this pointless question. Recalling the soft, full flesh of her inner thighs in the car earlier, I couldn't help but slip my hand between her legs, closing my eyes to rest—damn it, I'm helping you, isn't it all for Dad! Don't you know men have "four ironclad principles"? You have a good brother who's been through thick and thin with my old man, right? (Note: The "Four Iron Brothers" refer to those who have fought together, gone to the countryside together, shared spoils together, and frequented brothels together. These four types of people are generally as close as brothers in life. Haozi and I are not only childhood friends, but also "brothel-going friends": two years ago, on the night he ascended to the throne, Haozi and I teamed up to have sex with a Russian girl.)

A moment later, I heard Aunt Qiu sigh, "My Xiaoshanzi is such a good man—" Then she gently removed my hand and turned to go back into the bedroom.

After a long while, when Aunt Qiu reappeared in front of me, I was a little stunned: Aunt Qiu had taken off her clothes and was only wearing a set of black underwear...

I thought to myself, "What does Aunt Qiu want to do? Is she trying to 'repay me with her body'? Although I like picking wildflowers, I have no interest in old women..." At this moment, I was completely sober, staring blankly at Aunt Qiu, unable to move forward or backward, and unable to utter a word.

Seeing my innocent and naive look, Aunt Qiu couldn't help but chuckle: "Little Shanzi~, didn't you want Aunt Qiu to promise you something?..." As she spoke, she simply unhooked her bra, letting her pair of large, gourd-like breasts spring out. Wow, huge breasts! Absolutely natural huge breasts! -- Using these huge breasts for "breast cannons" would be the ultimate... I was lost in thought.

Aunt Qiu's white flesh made me dizzy, and with the swaying of her chest, my penis immediately stood up, paying its respects...

Aunt Qiu walked gracefully to me, reached out and stroked my hair, and said with genuine emotion: "Shanzi~, we just met today, and you're already so willing to go to such lengths to help me, your fake aunt, even letting me use your own savings first! If you don't mind that Aunt Qiu is a widow and has bad luck, you can do whatever you want with this body..." Aunt Qiu's voice was already clearly tinged with sobs.

Aunt Qiu continued, "I heard your wife is about to give birth, so you probably haven't had a normal sex life for a long time, right? Don't let my little brother get too pent up..." Seriously, am I being a senior? While sex isn't vulgar, Aunt Qiu is really twisting my words: I just want to wait until her business is back to normal so I can use her VAT invoices to do some illicit financial transactions! Over 200,000 yuan for one time? Do you think you're some kind of gold digger?!

Seeing that I remained unmoved, Aunt Qiu, with her jade-like figure, simply sat down next to me on the sofa. She pulled me into her ample bosom and said in a sweet voice, "Shanzi~, just use me as a tool to relieve your lust. Anyway, you can't ruin my pussy! It'll still look the same tomorrow..." (The word "fuck" is pronounced in Aunt Qiu's dialect, the same applies below.)

As she spoke, Aunt Qiu rubbed her large breasts against my cheek: "Shanzi~, you should still call me 'sister' from now on! If you're ever feeling pent up, just come and fuck my flesh. Anyway, my pussy is just sitting idle..."

My God, what incredibly sweet words! Besides, what normal adult man could resist such seductive "breast rubbing"? Especially since I'm currently in the period of being a celibate young man!

At this moment, my sexual hunger ignited the strongest desire in my body: who cares if she's more than ten years older than me! Breaking the taboo, venting my pent-up desire—fucking an old woman once, what's the big deal!

"You can't mess with seniority, an aunt is an aunt! How can you be demoted to a sister..." I straightened my back, grabbing my large breasts and kneading them with both hands—I was quite embarrassed, handling breasts that I couldn't hold in one hand for the first time.

Seeing me kneading, pinching, and sucking, Aunt Qiu seemed extremely happy. She bit my earlobe and said seductively, "Shanzi~~, let's go to the bedroom, I'll lie on the bed, then you can get your hands dirty..."

"Agreed, completely agreed!" I spat out the nipple from my mouth, slapped her big white buttocks hard, and laughed, "I've really become a lustful devil today..."

After saying that, Aunt Qiu and I went into the bedroom side by side. (Although I had the idea of carrying her into the room, thinking about her weight and then looking at my own physique, the thought ran faster than a rabbit...)

After getting into bed, the first thing I did was pull down Aunt Qiu's black thong (she's a conservative old woman after all; Cheng Hong and Gu Jing both wear sexy thongs), but I made her put on a black camisole. Firstly, that way her huge breasts wouldn't be so dazzling, and secondly, that way, the glimpses were more sexy—actually, it's more fun to have sex with a woman without stripping her naked.

Thinking about it, I was quite a jerk, not feeling a single bit of pity for Aunt Qiu. I turned on the adjustable bedside lamp, turned Aunt Qiu's large, white buttocks towards the light, and examined them closely as if using a magnifying glass with a mouse. "What a beautiful and picturesque lake and mountain scenery!" I exclaimed sincerely.

Aunt Qiu heard my continuous "tsk tsk" sounds and turned her head with difficulty to ask me, "Shanzi~, what's wrong? Is my pussy ugly and scared you?"

I know that women, regardless of age, care most about men's evaluation of their bodies, especially the words of the men they have given themselves to—that's the golden rule!

I quickly interrupted, making a joke: "Aunt Qiu~, don't talk nonsense, I was stunned by the beautiful scenery! You're really old but still have a young heart..." I almost blurted out the truth, "old but still young," but luckily I've been practicing my tongue for a long time and was able to stop myself quickly.

I'm a civilized guy, I don't like using vulgar language during sex. If any girl yells something like, "Big dick brother, fuck my flower raw..." while I'm thrusting, I'll definitely become "impotent" brother immediately!

Just then, Qi Qin's desolate singing of "I am a wolf from the north..." came through the phone on my bedside table. This classic old song by Qi Qin, "I am a wolf from the north," is the ringtone I specially set for my buddy, Haozi.

As soon as I pressed the answer button, Haozi's scolding voice came through: "Damn it! You always make me call you, can't you just call me to let me know you're safe?"

I chuckled: "Brother, once the sun sets, can you still make a call? I'm afraid you'll be scared into becoming 'impotent' brother..." Haozi is a "new groom" every night, unless it's something really urgent, I generally don't call him at night.

A burst of boisterous laughter came from the phone, followed by, "Damn, I still 'clean up' during the day as usual! I'm relieved you got home safely. You really know me, brother, I'm got one on my hands right now..." Before I could reply, the line went dead.

Aunt Qiu, seeing how close I was to Haozi, couldn't help but envy me, saying, "It's better to be a man. Men have real friendships! Unlike women, they're all so petty..."

I laughed, "Aunt Qiu, you're mistaken. You can't generalize! I've seen real 'close friends'..." Aunt Qiu just gave a wry smile and didn't continue the topic.

Just as I was about to continue my "grand plan," a hoarse male voice rang out from outside the courtyard: "Zhang family sister—are you asleep?"

Hearing this man's voice, Aunt Qiu jumped out of bed as if stung by a wasp. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, kicked off her skirt, and rushed out. Then I heard Aunt Qiu unleash a torrent of angry curses in her dialect, like a machine gun… I guessed: the man outside must be a sex harasser!

In the blink of an eye, with a loud slam of the door, Aunt Qiu stood before me, her face pale, faster than Guan Yu, who famously killed Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm.

“Who dares to anger my Aunt Qiu? I’ll go out and cripple him…” I feigned a fierce, ready-to-fight stance. Sigh… the most effective way for a man to win a woman’s heart is to skillfully act as a “garbage can” for her bad moods.

“It’s that old lecherous bastard, that widower Yuan the Cripple! Shanzi, what are you doing? I’ve already chased him away!” Aunt Qiu exhaled a breath of anger, and only after her emotions had calmed down did she tell me the whole story—

this man nicknamed “Yuan the Cripple” was actually named Yuan Puming, 53 years old, and like Aunt Qiu, he was from B County, H Province, in northern China. Yuan the Cripple left his hometown at 19 to make a living in J province. Because of his disability, he never had a formal job, so he set up a bicycle repair stall on the street in Zhuangyuan Lane, enduring wind and rain for over thirty years. He was a man of misfortune; all three women he married died within two years of each other. The older women in the neighborhood whispered that Yuan the Cripple was a "woman-killing jinx" reincarnated from a wicked ghost.

After Aunt Qiu moved into Zhuangyuan Lane, Yuan the Cripple discovered by chance that she was a widow and, moreover, from the same hometown as him! He immediately became like a wildcat smelling fish, seeing an opportunity, and began harassing her at her door. At first, Aunt Qiu was relatively polite and warm towards Yuan the Cripple because of his strong local dialect, until one day, when Yuan the Cripple forced himself on her on the sofa, attempting to rape her, Aunt Qiu finally saw his ugly face.

Fortunately, Yuan the Cripple was a man with only "two legs." Although his strength was extraordinary, his lower body was unstable, and Aunt Qiu gained the upper hand in the struggle. Having been slapped hard across the face, Yuan the Cripple could only scramble away like a rat...

From then on, Yuan the Cripple, embodying the "never give up" spirit of the Chinese men's football team, began a guerrilla war of harassment against Aunt Qiu every three days, and a major disturbance every five days...

Aunt Qiu sighed, "Men are living in a prosperous and thriving era of prostitution. Finding a woman to relieve their pent-up desires is a trivial matter, why bother with a widow like me! Besides, this Yuan the Cripple is a 'woman-killing jinx' reincarnated from a demon..."

What 'woman-killing jinx' reincarnated from a demon? I guess it's because Yuan the Cripple's semen contains toxins that a woman's body can't dissolve...

Thinking about it, Yuan the Cripple is a pitiful man. Alas, every woman cherishes her genitals like her own life, yet men in this world insist on taking advantage of women's genitals! Since Cripple Yuan wants to find a woman, he should look down to someone from the nearby village. Why bother with Aunt Qiu? How could a woman like Aunt Qiu possibly be interested in you? What do you have that would make her fall for you? It's a complete waste of time. I need to have a good talk with Cripple Yuan tomorrow, so he doesn't do anything foolish like "a few minutes of pleasure for the small head, but several winters of suffering for the big head."

On another note, matters between men and women are actually quite simple: it all comes down to "matching social status." In ancient times, it was called "a talented man and a beautiful woman," and the story of "The Oil Vendor Winning the Courtesan's Heart" is just a myth. In modern times, women are more realistic and value "matching social status," with money taking precedence! In short, a man needs something to hold a woman's heart: money, character, looks, family background, etc. You, a migrant worker from the countryside, try pursuing a woman in an office building? That's nothing short of a pipe dream!

Take me, for example. I come from a highly educated family, I have a master's degree, I'm handsome, and I'm 1.82 meters tall… I have almost everything a modern woman would expect from a man. Otherwise, why would Cheng Hong, the daughter of a high-ranking official, marry me? You know, female doctors and nurses in hospitals are the most picky women. They not only love to compare themselves to each other, but almost all of them are extremely difficult to deal with…

Damn, speak of the devil, and he appears. Just as I was about to continue my long-winded conversation with Aunt Qiu, my phone on the bedside table started ringing repeatedly: "Honey~ Answer the phone quickly~ It's your wife~"

This was the special ringtone Cheng Hong had set for herself on my phone. I answered the phone, and it was nothing more than a round of pleasantries—the usual advice about "pregnant women needing to maintain a regular lifestyle in the days leading up to delivery, eating well, resting well, conserving energy, and waiting for labor; paying attention to nutrition before delivery, eating small, frequent meals, and ensuring adequate nutrition…" was just nonsense and presumptuous in front of Cheng Hong.

When I answered the phone, I caught a glimpse of a hint of depression on Aunt Qiu's face—jealousy is a woman's nature!

Afraid that Aunt Qiu might cause some more trouble, I quickly pulled her into my arms, kneading her large breasts with my left hand and pressing her vulva with my right. In a short while, I felt Aunt Qiu's body gradually getting hot and she began to wriggle in my arms...

I pushed Aunt Qiu down, spread her rounded thighs, parted the pubic hair, and revealed the glistening, bright red "pearl." Looking at the vivid and clear scene before me, I couldn't help but sigh, recalling my teenage years when I first saw a real vagina: It was a summer evening, I think. Just entering puberty, I was playing wildly and sweating profusely when I ran to a public water pipe to wash my head with tap water (when I was little, we lived in a single-story house without kitchen or bathroom facilities; everyone shared them). A young woman was squatting there washing vegetables. A gust of wind blew, lifting her skirt, and she wasn't wearing underwear!—A completely white expanse, except for the dark forest in the middle—as a young boy, I almost had a nosebleed…

That night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, the black and white image replaying in my mind again and again. Finally, I secretly slipped outside, my crotch hard all night! Poor thing, back then I didn't know that masturbation could be a way for men to relieve stress...

Times have really changed. Now, while I wouldn't dare say I've seen countless women, at least when a woman spreads her legs wide, exposing her "assets," I don't feel a ripple in my heart.

I alternately used my left thumb and forefinger, from light to heavy, from slow to fast, to manipulate the "pearl"—to be fair, Aunt Qiu's figure was still impactful to me: my wife and Gu Jing, whom I know well, are both petite, while Aunt Qiu is tall and robust.

Aunt Qiu is about 1.7 meters tall, with a rounded body, full curves, and delicate skin all over her body. Even the hair on her legs is very light, almost like two smooth thighs that feel wonderful to touch, like playing with soft jade. What's particularly noteworthy is Aunt Qiu's skin—very white, very fine, shiny, and elastic. Such skin makes her like a ripe peach, making one worry that if touched too hard, it would ooze moisture.

After rubbing for a while, I wondered to myself: How strange, why isn't any nectar flowing out? According to my sexual experience, stimulating the clitoris should turn on the tap…

Aunt Qiu, however, was extremely perceptive. She laughed: No water? Of course not! This is an old well that's been dry for over a decade…

A dry well? How could that be! You're not a menopausal old woman, but a ripe, vibrant forty-year-old! I just haven't found your "tap."

I don't believe I can't find your tap! Today I'll make you flow with spring water! My competitive spirit was strongly aroused—even if I search every inch of land, I will find the "tap"!

I began searching according to the usual female erogenous zones: earlobes, neck, lower abdomen, inner thighs, back, soles of feet… The results were mediocre.

Just when I was almost in despair, a strong shiver ran through Aunt Qiu, giving me the joy of breaking the deadlock! At that moment, my hand was caressing her armpit—I sneered to myself: old women always love to play tricks, the "faucet" is even hidden under her armpit!

As the saying goes, "It's better to break one finger than to injure all ten." I concentrated all my firepower and launched a three-dimensional cross-attack on Aunt Qiu's armpit:

Aunt Qiu trembled all over, her snow-white fat rippled like a river surface after a boulder was thrown in, and the dried-up "Jade Gate Pass" had now become a gushing "Pearl Spring"... The humming in Aunt Qiu's nose was replaced by moaning.

Aunt Qiu's moans were particularly unrestrained, completely uninhibited. This raw, unadulterated female beauty, like the iron hand of a strong man, repeatedly plucked at my tender heartstrings. My penis, held in Aunt Qiu's fleshy palm, was now "sharpening its knife," ready to "pounce on the cattle"...

I lay back on the bed, hoping Aunt Qiu would give me oral sex, but I was too embarrassed to say it aloud. After all, we had only known each other for a day, and it was our first time making love...

I thought to myself, if she doesn't want to, then so be it. Don't force her; forcing a woman is the least enjoyable thing. Because I knew that at least 90% of respectable women

wouldn't want oral sex. Just as I was weighing my options, wondering whether to ask, a wave of intense, pleasurable sensation rushed through my spine! Aunt Qiu swallowed my penis whole, her movements wide and forceful, leaving me without any teeth! I knew this was the legendary "deep throat," one gulp after another—it felt so good!

If a woman truly loves you or cherishes you, she's willing to give up her body. Although Gu Jing gave me oral sex almost every day while I was on a business trip in Qingdao, there was still a significant difference between her and Aunt Qiu: Gu Jing was, after all, a high-class white-collar worker with a strong sense of self-respect or, rather, a sense of shame, and could never overcome the last barrier of a woman's innate reserve; while Aunt Qiu had truly let go completely. To put it bluntly, she only used herself as a tool to please men, and she was satisfied as long as she could use her body to make the man she loved happy.

My penis was tightly enveloped by her tongue, lips, saliva, and saliva. Aunt Qiu's hands precisely rubbed my scrotum, and under her coordinated and fierce attack, waves of pleasure surged, growing stronger and stronger, surging towards my ejaculation...

If Gu Jing's oral sex was like a soft whisper, then Aunt Qiu's was a magnificent symphony: not only did it have a main melody like a torrential downpour, but it also had a perfectly timed interlude of gentle plucking and twisting, a complex and nuanced interplay! Aunt Qiu wasn't just doing "deep throat";

she would sometimes fill my scrotum with her tongue, and even continue licking downwards. This "dragon" sent shivers down my spine, a continuous shiver. In Aunt Qiu's fast-paced, "pearls falling on a jade plate" rhythm, I, who prided myself on my "iron spear," was instantly routed...

It seems the "dragon" is indeed powerful! Although I often frequent brothels, I have my own bottom line: I must wear a condom and never have oral sex with a prostitute.

So what just happened was my first time being "poisoned." As for what "poisoned" means? Well, I think Aunt Qiu's actions just now were exactly that, and I can't compare to a professional.

I started to worry: Aunt Qiu is serving me so hard, even if we have a "second round" later, I definitely won't last more than five minutes! I was a little disappointed in myself. Why can't I stand Aunt Qiu's moans? Why am I so consumed by lust and unable to control myself?

A man's pride gave me courage. My "tool" has been honed by women countless times: what happened just now was an appetizer, the main course hasn't even started yet—hehe, the best is yet to come!

Aunt Qiu swallowed the semen in one gulp, then used her tongue to roll up my penis, repeating it several times until it was completely clean inside and out...

Men, only when a woman willingly throws herself into your arms can you truly taste the flavor of womanhood. Women everywhere are classic "two-faced" types. In public, they all pretend to be ladies, but only under the man they love do they "revert to their true colors."

What is "sex"? For men, as long as there's a vagina to penetrate and they can ejaculate, that's all that matters. They don't care who the woman is; simply put, it's sex without any "love." Women, on the other hand, are mostly the opposite. The vast majority of them do it because of "love." From this perspective, a woman's infidelity is for "love," or rather, for the pursuit of "love," which is understandable and worthy of sympathy. Although they are condemned by Confucian traditional morality as "adulteresses" and bear the infamy, even eternal infamy, like the infamous Pan Jinlian.

Aunt Qiu said with hazy eyes, "I haven't smelled this juice for over ten years..." It seems that the physical intimacy just now filled the void of her long-standing loneliness, and her sexual hunger was initially relieved.

Aunt Qiu knelt before me, and with her soft, boneless right hand, began rhythmically rubbing my scrotum… Damn, so impatient! I'm not a god, I can't recover in time! A slight annoyance rose in my heart.

At this moment, Aunt Qiu said with unusual seriousness, “People, everything else is illusory, only health comes first! Shanzi~, we are destined to meet, so I will pass on a secret recipe to you…”

It turned out that Aunt Qiu's early death made her more concerned about health than most people. Once, on a snowy day, she kindly gave a hot meal to a wandering nun, and the nun gave her several massage techniques as a token of gratitude.

Aunt Qiu said, "My current massage techniques are very beneficial for men, having the effect of strengthening essence and nourishing the complexion..." As she spoke, she began to explain various acupoints in detail.

Who in modern times doesn't value health and wellness? I listened attentively, secretly memorizing each move: I must tell my wife, Cheng Hong, about this; her professional knowledge will surely make this technique famous!

"Sweetie, your smile is so sweet, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze..." Just as I was making my own plans, my phone rang again.

This time, I wasn't annoyed that it interrupted my good time; on the contrary, I was extremely surprised and delighted: It was Gu Jing! It was Gu Jing calling!! It was Gu Jing, all the way from France, calling!!

Scenes from my trip to Qingdao flashed through my mind...

On the return flight, Gu Jing fiddled with my phone, her face flushed with shyness, and said, "Brother—, I've set Teresa Teng's 'Tian Mi Mi' as my ringtone, so you'll always remember the sweetness of Qingdao..."

Thinking of her radiant smile, my heart ached terribly! She went to France to clear her head, and I knew I was a big part of it! My hands trembled with excitement, and a tear rolled down my cheek...

I checked the time; it was 10:36 PM Beijing time. Converting to a time zone, it was probably around 4:30 PM in Paris. I took a deep breath before answering—

knowing Gu Jing's shyness, I spoke first: "Sweetie~~, wasn't the sunset in Paris beautiful?"

"Brother~~, aren't you still aware? You know it's daytime in France..." Gu Jing replied sweetly.

"Did you have fun, sweetie?" I tried my best to suppress my excitement.

Gu Jing's clear, cheerful laughter rang out: "To paraphrase a common saying, you won't know until you see it, the world is truly amazing! I've visited many classic historical sites, including the beautiful and enchanting French Riviera, the ski resorts in the Alps, the Louvre, Notre Dame Cathedral, the banks of the Seine, the Palace of Versailles, Fontainebleau, Strasbourg, Mont Saint-Michel, Chambord..." Her fluent, clear Jiangnan accent flowed like a gentle stream from my headphones, giving me a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.

Gu Jing continued, "The high-speed trains (TGV) here are truly astonishingly fast. Compared to them, the so-called 'speed trains' in China are like snails... Oh, by the way, I specially enjoyed a French feast for lunch: snails, truffles, foie gras, caviar..."

...

Finally, Gu Jing said sadly, "The more fun you have during the day, the more you miss your brother at night..." She then began to sob.

I knew that being away from home could be especially lonely, so I carefully gave her some more advice before hanging up the phone.

While I was on the phone, Aunt Qiu didn't say a word, just kept her head down, massaging my acupoints. After I hung up, she looked up at me, seemingly hesitant to speak. I found it a little funny, so I simply told her everything about Gu Jing.

Aunt Qiu sighed, "Ah~, true love is often hard to find! So this rich girl is your true love!"

I nodded in agreement, "That's right, I love her so much! A love that's ingrained in my bones!! My wife, Cheng Hong, is just fulfilling her marital responsibilities!"

I didn't want to discuss Gu Jing with Aunt Qiu anymore, afraid of desecrating the angel in my heart. So I started talking about sex again—

in our country with its severely imbalanced population, women have no shortage of suitors; even the ugliest woman has a bright red "heart"! At that moment, I suddenly remembered a folk saying: "The person is ugly, but the vagina isn't; if you think the vagina is ugly, you have nowhere to go." Hehe, so true! It shows the boundless wisdom of the people.

Regarding a woman's vulva, I can only offer physical desire; oral pleasure is absolutely out of the question—yes, I'll do anything you ask, even bark like a dog for my woman, but I will never lick a woman's vulva in my life! Call me selfish or lacking in mutual support, that's just who I am!

"Let's go in! We'll retreat after this round..." I commanded myself forcefully. Because of missing Gu Jing, I was feeling a bit down, and my libido was greatly diminished.

Aunt Qiu was truly an extremely understanding woman. Seeing my melancholy expression, she knelt down in front of me, sandwiching my semi-erect penis between her large breasts and slowly rubbing it. Her plump, soft breasts acted like a vacuum cleaner, gradually drawing away my negative emotions bit by bit, and my penis became active again.

I rolled over and rubbed my penis against Aunt Qiu's soft lower abdomen a few times. Then I lifted her legs, aimed my penis at her vulva, and was about to thrust in forcefully…

Aunt Qiu instinctively contracted, let out a soft moan, and then giggled, “Shanzi~, newly married men are the hardest to handle, they’re what’s commonly called ‘little leopards’! You have to go easy on me, Aunt Qiu is, after all, a middle-aged woman…” Damn, I hadn’t even cocked my gun yet, and Aunt Qiu was already begging for mercy.

I didn’t answer; at this moment, any man’s priority was pleasure! I thrust my hips forward, and my penis plunged in with a powerful thrust—Aunt Qiu’s passage was as loose as her age, and my penis didn’t even feel the resistance at her vulva before it was all the way in.

When I first inserted it, the passage was empty and dry. After a few movements, something magical happened. I never expected that Aunt Qiu's passage would have such a winding and secluded beauty—at that moment, her flower-like opening suddenly widened, tightly gripping my penis and tightening its opening; the passage also opened and closed like the hard shell of a clam, and a very strong suction force came from it…

A legendary instrument? Damn, this is definitely a legendary instrument! This is a standard "jade clam holding a pearl"!

Men are indeed animals that think with their lower bodies. At this moment, I had completely forgotten about Gu Jing, and my sexual interest was rising to an unprecedented level. Suppressing my delight at finding a treasure, I stopped thrusting and simply pressed my penis against her clitoris, letting her vaginal opening tighten around the base of my penis, fully enjoying the tightness and powerful suction of her vagina...

At this moment, I recalled a wise saying: "All women in the world are the same, only differing in their vaginal size."; another expert in the art of sex even made this judgment: "The world of old vaginas is full of fine and even exquisite pieces."; This time, I truly believe it! I couldn't help but echo, "The ultimate sex organ is in the world of old b!"...

Aunt Qiu said coquettishly, "Shanzi~~, you're so selfish! Move a little, let me have some fun too..."

I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, this isn't selfishness! If I give in to your wishes, at your pace, I'll be done for in ten minutes at most!" I ignored Aunt Qiu's urging, letting my penis soak in her honey-filled passage, sometimes kissing her neck, sometimes pinching her breasts, sometimes patting her buttocks, and more often attacking her armpits: repeatedly rubbing her skin, gently and slowly pulling her armpit hair...

Aunt Qiu, her face as rosy as the morning sun, writhed violently, her moans like wolf howls, her jade gate like a burst dam, gushing forth, panting heavily, begging me to penetrate her. I saw that the time was right, so I slowly began to thrust, each thrust going all the way in, not caring about the number of times, only the quality.

Actually, playing with women is the same as driving a car, when it's time to shift gears, you have to shift. The one who's been speeding along in high gear is a young man! I perked up, jokingly shifting gears and slowing down in one smooth motion, without leaving a trace.

Having sex is like a mountain climbing trip. A man should not only enjoy the feeling of "seeing all the mountains below" at the summit, but also appreciate the scenery along the way.

In my eyes, it's the beautiful scene of my penis entering and exiting the jade gate, squeezing in and out of the large and small city walls; in my ears, it's the "plop, plop" sound of "an old ox pulling its hooves across the paddy field," and I feel incredibly satisfied!

Aunt Qiu, seeing how skilled I am at playing with women, is probably both pleased and angry. Yes, this kind of superficial approach will inevitably only make things worse, just like drowning sorrows in alcohol, only making them worse.

Sure enough, Aunt Qiu hurriedly pushed me away, pounced on me, straddled me, and with her left hand, her jade fingers held my penis, aimed at the jade gate, and sat down in one go. This move is extremely common, the run-of-the-mill "Guanyin sitting on a lotus."

Aunt Qiu, the rider, mounted her horse and galloped wildly along the mountain road as if she had lost her mind. She continued until she was drenched in sweat, cried out, and collapsed against my chest before finally pulling on the reins and falling off.

Raising her slightly drunken eyes, Aunt Qiu saw that I was still vigorous, showing no sign of surrendering, and was quite puzzled. According to her and Yingying's father's accumulated sexual experience, a man should ejaculate after a few thrusts, usually within five minutes. This rascal is truly young and strong; it's probably been over twenty minutes already…

Lost in her own thoughts, Aunt Qiu was quickly pulled back to reality by my words: “Aunt Qiu~, the front hall has been viewed, now let's see how the harem is…”

The old woman naturally understood what I meant. Aunt Qiu smiled coquettishly, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me however you like!!"

Aunt Qiu got off the bed, her hands gripping the edge, sticking out her big, white, plump buttocks, ready to "invite the enemy into the trap. "

Lately, I've been really into "hole number two"! Hearing her agree and willing to get off the bed to be fucked, I was overjoyed—fucking off the bed is much more pleasurable than fucking on the bed!

"Turning through the red pavilion, lowering the embroidered curtains," I arrived at the battlefield, first touching her large, fleshy breasts, then kneading her armpits, followed by a hard slap on her large, white buttocks, and finally grasping the greasy flesh around her waist. Ascending my horse, I raised my silver spear and slowly thrust into her mysterious harem…

I gasped, "Heavens, so tight! Never used it before?"

Aunt Qiu said in a seductive voice, "At least this is virgin territory! I haven't treated you badly today…"

My sexual partners are mainly my wife Cheng Hong and Gu Jing, both pampered young ladies. With them, I always have to be careful; but this time, facing the older woman Aunt Qiu, I felt no pity whatsoever. My mind was only on four words: "Fuck, fuck hard!" So fucking that large, white buttocks was not only novel but also incredibly satisfying! Making love—with "love," it's naturally a joyful experience; without "love," it can be quite a wild pleasure!

Whether from pleasure or excessive stimulation, Aunt Qiu's moans became even more unrestrained than before, and her tone changed, as she loudly uttered strings of dialect...

I don't care what you're saying, I can't understand it anyway! I immediately shifted to high gear, thrusting harder and harder with each stroke, filling the room with the sounds of "splatter, splatter" and the "slap, slap, slap" of my thrusts against her plump buttocks...

Suddenly, Aunt Qiu's swaying increased dramatically, and under my careful guidance, this "delicacy" quickly reached another "climax"—

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