Trembling under pantyhose

The trembling beneath her pantyhose
stemmed from a past relationship with Junyan, during which she had an abortion due to pregnancy. This occurred after she decided to marry her current husband.
Qiuling and her husband, Weimin, had an arranged marriage. Several factors contributed to her breaking off contact with Junyan. First, being the same age, both needed to work to support themselves and live in the same area.
Qiuling was born in Tokyo and lived with her mother. Junyan, on the other hand, lived in Osaka and was to inherit his father's company.
For the sake of their future, Qiuling decided to marry Weimin, a distant relative of her mother. After obtaining Junyan's understanding, they separated. Therefore, their separation wasn't due to unpleasantness; Qiuling married Weimin with sweet memories.
"Breaking up like this, it's really hard to bear," she said as her hands were held on her knees.
"Yes,"
Qiuling finally spoke her true feelings in a weak voice. She had felt uneasy since earlier, sensing that if he persisted, it wouldn't be easy to handle.
The first time she touched his erect penis, and the pain and excitement of its penetration, were still vivid in her memory. And he was even sweeter than her husband. Because Junyan was Qiuling's first love.
She really shouldn't have seen him again; she regretted it, and her body trembled with fear at the prospect of what was about to happen. Just a few hours ago, she never dreamed such a thing would happen.
At her college friend's wedding, sitting opposite her was Junyan. The bride was a junior from her college club, and she never expected the groom to be a friend of Junyan's. Even more unbelievable, Junyan, who lived in Osaka, would also be at the banquet. After the wedding ceremony,
to make it easier to share a taxi, Junyan drove Qiuling home.
"Is your husband home?"
"No, he's away on a business trip today and won't be back for five days."
"Stay with me a little longer! Let's go to my hotel and have another drink."
Qiuling felt embarrassed to refuse his request.
Junyan, who came from Osaka, had booked a room in advance.
As dusk settled, the hotel lobby offered a beautiful view of the night. Candles were lit inside, and the two women, holding wine glasses, were both experiencing a strange melancholy.
"I never thought we'd meet again."
"Yes!"
Qiu Ling was wearing a brightly colored light blue dress for the wedding, while he wore a suit.
"Come sit in my room!"
"No!"
Although she said no, she involuntarily stood up, letting him take her hand.
"It's better to rest in the room."
Qiu Ling had the same idea. Honestly, she didn't want to go back to her cold apartment alone, since her child had been sent to her grandmother's.
In Shinjuku, on a high floor of a hotel, the windows were large, and the night view was beautiful. She hadn't expected alcohol to have such an incredible effect on women. Alcohol could freely manipulate her body and mind.
(Let's get drunk again! Let's get confused again!) Thinking this, her body indeed followed suit. Sitting on the bed, Qiu Ling lay down.
"Relax!"
Junyan helped her take off her shoes, then held her legs and adjusted her sleeping position.
He dimmed the lights, and Qiuling covered her face with her hands, saying, "I want some cold water."
"Okay!" Junyan quickly poured her some cold water and handed it to her.
It was inconvenient to ask her older husband for things like this.
As she sat up to drink, Junyan helped her, and after a sip or two, she lay back down.
He placed the glass on the table, sat down by the bed, and began to untie the bow on her clothes.
"What are you trying to do?"
"This will make things easier for you!"
He often did this before, untying her clothes and then lightly kissing her chest.
"No."
Qiuling covered her chest with her hands, because he was now a stranger. But Junyan suddenly picked her up and forcefully inserted his hand under her skirt.
"No, no!" Qiuling quickly bent over, pressing his hand down.
However, Qiu Ling knew that this was just an act, because she was wearing pantyhose, and Junyan couldn't directly touch her genitals. Yet, Junyan still wanted to penetrate her through the pantyhose.
"Don't do this, don't!"
Qiu Ling, who had been resisting, was now being touched by Junyan's stubbornness and her own drunkenness. Although she said "No!", she began to twist her waist after being touched.
"Please, don't do this, don't!"
Although she refused, she still hugged Junyan's head, pressing her cheek against his. When he tried to kiss her lips, she initially flinched, but then stopped resisting and sucked on his lips forcefully.
Junyan, stroking her genitals, pulled down her pantyhose and underwear. After her skin came into contact with the cold air, Qiu Ling stopped resisting, as if she had lost consciousness, all her strength drained away. After thinking it over, she stopped resisting, and didn't want to damage her expensive dress.
"Take it off!" he whispered in her ear.
Qiu Ling thought that since there had been secrets before, it wouldn't hurt to create another one now. Because Qiu Ling had come to terms with it, Junyan went to the bathroom to shower without worry.
When Qiu Ling sat alone on the bed, even though she had come to terms with it, she still couldn't help but overthink. She knew that her peaceful days would be disrupted. Even so, her past feelings for him resurfaced.
Before having children, her sex with her husband, whom she had married through an arranged marriage, was merely a matter of duty. Sometimes she would think of Junyan, idealizing him and cherishing him as someone she longed for. But now it was different; she didn't dare shower with Junyan.
Junyan, with a towel wrapped around his waist, came out of the bathroom.
"Go shower quickly!"
he urged, as if calling to a family member or wife, implying that she couldn't go to bed until she finished showering.
"I'm going back." Qiu Ling felt disgusted by Junyan's overly casual manner.
"What? How can you say such cruel things now?" In his panic, Junyan accidentally slipped the towel around his waist, revealing his masculinity.
"No..."
"Don't say that, I beg you!"
Suddenly, he grabbed Qiu Ling's shoulders, kissed her neck, and forcefully pushed her down onto the bed, pulling her hand to his already erect penis.
Holding his hard, throbbing penis, Qiu Ling collapsed into his arms again.
"Don't think too much. Let's go back to how we were before. There won't be another chance like this."
As he whispered in Qiu Ling's ear, his hand slipped under her skirt, touching her thigh. At this moment, Qiu Ling had a change of heart. She said, "Okay! In that case, I'll go take a shower first."
After coming to terms with it, Qiu Ling stood up.
Sitting on the bed, Junyan watched Qiuling stand in the room, gradually removing her clothes until she was only wearing a bra and a slip. Under Junyan's gaze, Qiuling entered the bathroom.
She found her once docile heart had become incredibly greedy. This unbearable itch fueled her intense curiosity; she wanted to see, through a woman's eyes, the differences between the Junyan of the past and the Junyan of today. Although they had been intimate before, it was a long time ago, and now it stirred a fresh sense of shame within her. It also aroused excitement, as she could tell when he touched her breasts.
Her nipples were erect, her petals warm. As Qiuling showered, washing her petals, she rediscovered the differences between herself and her husband, experiencing the changes in her body. She no longer felt this excitement with him.
After leaving the bathroom, the room was much dimmer. Qiuling, wrapped in a towel from her chest to her waist, walked confidently to the bed. Unwrapping the blanket, she got into bed and nestled against Junyan.
Junyan immediately reached out and removed the towel, revealing his smooth skin after a shower. Qiuling was held in his arms. Memories from five years ago resurfaced.
After graduating from university, they were separated by distance. Unable to bear the pain of longing, Junyan pleaded, "How about it? Can you come to Osaka?"
However, Qiuling, who had never lived in the countryside, had no confidence in spending her life there with her extended family. So she refused Junyan. This decision was painful, but fate loves to play tricks.
To be honest, at that time, their lovemaking was entirely initiated by Junyan. Although there were moments of excitement, Qiuling had never experienced the pleasure described in books. Each time she was touched, hugged, or penetrated, the feeling was the same. However, recently, Qiuling had slowly begun to understand the true pleasure of lovemaking. This was after she had given birth.
She no longer waited for the man to finish, but could reach orgasm together with him. In that instant, a flash of light appeared in Qiu Ling's mind, and her body stiffened, enjoying the sensation of being completely numb.
"Oh! Has my figure changed?" Qiu Ling asked Junyan, who was kneading her breasts, stroking her back, and then moving from her waist down to her buttocks.
"As expected of a mother, you've become much fuller."
"Ugh, I've gained a lot of weight recently."
"But you're more feminine than before, your breasts are much bigger, and your nipples are much thicker too."
"That's because of the baby suckling."
"Only the baby suckling?"
"Ugh!"
"Don't forget, I'm the first person to suckle your nipples."
"Yes, you have priority."
"That's right." After lifting his body, Junyan began to suckle her breasts.
"Ah, there's milk."
"Of course."
"It's delicious." Junyan, suckling her nipples, spoke in a half-joking, coquettish tone. Then his hands moved from her lower body down to her genitals. At this moment, the petals, secreting love fluid, were wet and sensitive to the stimulation of her fingers.
"Ah!" She exhaled naturally.
“It’s gotten a little bigger here too…”
“Of course, because I’ve had children.”
“Maybe it’s because I’ve never been married, so I don’t understand, but I find it so strange.” As he spoke, he moved his mouth away from her breasts, and at the same time, lifted the blanket, gazing at Qiu Ling’s naked body in the dim light, then licking her lower abdomen with his tongue.
His technique with his tongue was no different from before. Slowly, they adopted a position head to toe, to the feet to head.
Qiu Ling gently cupped the erect penis in front of her with both hands, slowly stroking around the scrotum, then pressed it against her cheek. The skin at the tip of the glans felt as soft and comfortable as a baby’s lips.
Qiu Ling began to kiss the penis, then licked from the hard flesh to the concave area with her tongue, finally taking the entire penis into her mouth. Junyan, on the other hand, used his tongue to find the clitoris among Qiu Ling’s petals, rhythmically and slowly sucking it.
The new stimulation spread throughout her body, and her mind and body began to numb, all her spirit focused on lust. Only then did Qiuling realize that the sweet sensation of climax she and her husband experienced wasn't exclusive to them.
Junyan, though also using his tongue and fingers, was even more skillful, and Qiuling's body was now beginning to accept this new stimulation.
Unconsciously, she let out intermittent "Ah...ah...ah..." sounds, feeling embarrassed yet experiencing a new kind of stimulation. Slowly, Qiuling returned to her usual self; she wanted to lick her ex-boyfriend's body all over. So, Qiuling lifted her body.
"Let's try more things!" they kissed face-to-face.
"Qiuling, you've changed. You know how to get pleasure even better than before."
"Really? Really?" Qiuling replied. Junyan silently sucked on Qiuling's breast again, his other hand touching the other breast. Now, he was lying on his back.
Qiuling knew what he was going to do. She adjusted her position, taking his penis into her mouth and caressing it even more intensely than before.
"Have I changed?"
"Nothing has changed, except your penis has gotten a little thicker."
"I don't mean that, I mean your sex life."
"Same as before."
"Am I clumsy?"
"No."
"I see you've changed a lot."
"Really?"
"You've become very proactive."
"Ugh."
"I think women usually change faster."
"Why?"
"Our sex life wasn't like this before, probably your husband taught you?"
In an instant, Qiu Ling felt as if a sharp blade had pierced her chest, but she suppressed the pain.
"What would a man feel at this moment?"
"A little lonely."
"But in my memory, you are remarkable, your image will not be erased."
"Maybe so, but in reality, you are a married woman."
However, Qiu Ling disagreed; she felt there were fundamental differences between men and women.
"What do you mean?"
"It's going more smoothly than before, just like what we're doing now."
"This?"
Qiu Ling had Junyan's penis in her mouth, imagining it entering her flower core, slowly licking it up and down with her tongue, and gently biting it with her teeth.
"You remember how I used to be so apprehensive, and how it hurt when my teeth touched it?"
Junyan couldn't tell if this was a compliment or an insult.
"Not only that, but you have to be bolder at crucial moments."
"Because, after a woman has given birth, she doesn't overreact so easily."
"Am I like that?" Junyan replied with a slightly self-deprecating laugh.
Hearing this, Qiu Ling felt a little disappointed, but she was also invigorated. At the same time, it ignited her desire to use all the techniques she knew to make her ex-boyfriend even happier. He, who used to be her equal, was now like a subordinate.
Qiu Ling gently stroked his scrotum, then tickled the soles of his feet, revealing all her secret techniques. Seeing Junyan's muscles twitching and hearing his moans, Qiu Ling was overjoyed. She now possessed abilities she had never imagined before. This power could change a man, and it aroused an excitement Qiu Ling had never felt before.
"Is it comfortable?"
"Mmm! Great, it's going numb."
"Then, let me go numb too!"
Qiu Ling lay on top of Junyan again, in a 69 position, placing her buttocks on his face. Junyan opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue to lick the pubic hair-covered petals, then deeply inserting his tongue and pulling it out.
Similarly, Qiu Ling played with Junyan's penis in her mouth, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly. However, Qiuling always felt something was missing.
What exactly was missing, Qiuling didn't know. Although they were doing the same thing, there was a difference between her and her husband's actions, because his movements were rather childish. If her husband were doing it, he would be bolder in sucking, or inserting his fingers, or even sucking her anus, while Junyan's movements were always trembling and hesitant.
Could there be a difference in skill between a married man and a bachelor? Therefore, Qiuling didn't dare to have too much hope. Sure enough, it wasn't long before Junyan lifted his body to ejaculate, so he lay on top of Qiuling.
"Do you want to penetrate?"
"Yes." Left with no other choice, Qiuling had to agree.
But, less than thirty seconds later he…
"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" Junyan cried out urgently.
"Wait, don't ejaculate yet."
Qiuling's orgasm was only halfway through, but he held her tightly like a child, not letting her move away.
"Ah… ah…" he breathed heavily, "No, no," but the hot liquid had already gushed out.
Qiu Ling was still lying beneath Jun Yan, her body soft and heavy, feeling empty, as if something was missing.
"I'm sorry!"
"Mm!" After five years apart, she felt dissatisfied with his behavior, yet helpless. If she could find more pleasure in him than with her husband, she would be reluctant to leave him. At this moment, Qiu Ling slowly awoke from a hazy dream.
Exhausted, Jun Yan was asleep. Looking at his sleeping face, Qiu Ling felt his breath on her face; he was like a child. Could a married woman really see such a big difference between a single man and her husband? If she had married him back then, she wondered what kind of life she would be living now, and of course, she wouldn't have her current husband and child.
A slight difference in choice can change a person's life. At the same time, she herself had changed a lot. Their skin, pressed tightly together, slowly warmed and began to sweat. At this moment, what remained in Qiu Ling's womb was still stirring restlessly. This aroused Qiu Ling's desire even more. Looking at Junyan's peaceful sleeping face, she found him both adorable and infuriating.
She reached out and tentatively touched his penis; it was still limp and sticky with her own fluids. Qiu Ling's lust was reignited. She grasped Junyan's penis and caressed it. Junyan, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them.
"What do you want to do?"
"I can't hold back anymore."
"It's unavoidable."
"Hmm! Okay."
"I'll try again."
Hearing this, Qiu Ling felt much more at ease. She got up and pulled back the blanket. Like a bird hiding in its nest, afraid to peek out, her penis was caught in her fingers, which she pressed against her face. She smelled a fishy odor. Qiu Ling found this mingled scent of male and female bodies particularly stimulating, so she took it into her mouth. After sucking it with her tongue, the penis hardened again, which she then stroked with her hand.
Afraid it wasn't hard enough and might soften again, Qiu Ling quickly straddled Junyan. He inserted his penis deep into her vulva, slowly moving his hips up and down until it was fully erect, then he felt relieved.
Forgetting her shyness, Qiu Ling took one of Jun Yan's hands and stroked her breast, then used his other hand to touch her clitoris. She closed her eyes, enjoying both stimulations, and occasionally moved her hips up and down. The intense movements of the penis deeply inserted into her vagina amplified her previous orgasm, increasing her pleasure.
Compared to her husband, the single Jun Yan hadn't really progressed much, which reassured Qiu Ling. She seemed to be asserting her own will, violently twisting her hips.
At this moment, Jun Yan's expression changed. He clenched his teeth, arched his back, and his body began to tremble as if in spasms. Seeing this, Qiu Ling became even more excited. She twisted her hips faster and faster, rubbing against her vaginal walls.
"I'm almost there!" she gasped.
Qiu Ling felt a surge of pleasure, like lightning, shooting from her core to the top of her head. Qiu Ling gripped his arm and quickened her pace. Jun Yan's hands, kneading her breasts and clitoris, also increased their pressure.
"It's coming!"
"I'm coming." Suddenly, Qiu Ling's body felt as if it were engulfed in flames.
"You haven't changed at all."
"Qiu Ling, you've changed quite a bit."
"How so?"
"You're a married woman now, so it's not one person, but two."
As they embraced, Qiu Ling began to whisper in his ear.
"What does that mean?"
"I always think of your husband."
"Why? You've never seen my husband!"
"Although I don't know him, he's not unfamiliar at all, because..." Jun Yan stopped mid-sentence.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"It's really hard to explain."
"It's okay, go ahead!"
"Because... for boys, the same experience, doing the same things through Qiu Ling's body, like touching her breasts, touching here, inserting their penis into her lining, touching the same places, experiencing the same sensations, thinking about it creates a very special sense of intimacy."
"What a strange thought."
"That's true, I always feel like he's not an outsider."
"Ah! Is it like the intimacy of brothers?"
"Hmm..." Junyan smiled ambiguously.
Perhaps that's how it is, but from Qiu Ling's perspective, it's not like that at all. Before marrying her, her husband had dated many girls, so he knew many techniques to please women. Although he could get pleasure, he always felt a little dirty.
On the contrary, Qiu Ling looked at Junyan, who was completely the same as before, with different eyes. For both of them, their first time together was under the influence of virginity. Looking at Junyan, who hadn't made much progress since then, it seemed like he only knew her as a woman.
"Let's meet again sometime!"
"Okay!" Junyan nodded.
"Are you planning to get married?"
"I should get married."
"But you can't just get married casually!"
"Why?"
"Because you're my first love. If I marry a bad woman, I won't forgive you. It would be like I've been defiled too."
"Your thinking is too selfish."
"Yes, perhaps I am too selfish, but that's really how I feel."
"But, Qiuling, you've had a relationship with me now. Don't you feel anything about it?"
"To say nothing would be a lie. After all, we had a relationship, and that's forgivable."
"But if your husband finds out about this, it won't be good."
"Of course, although he has a lot of experience with women, he's easily jealous. However, I love you; you're like my one and only man."
"Qiuling, you're too extravagant and too greedy."
"My husband often says that men all want to marry virgins, and he's very dissatisfied that I'm not a virgin. But virginity doesn't bring men any advantage, yet not marrying a virgin seems like a loss for them. Conversely, it's the same for women!"
"So, doesn't my position equate to being a virgin?"
“Yes, I think we should keep our relationship secret for now!”
But Junyan didn’t answer.
Whenever Junyan came to Tokyo on business, Qiuling would meet with him and diligently teach him all the skills she had learned. Like an older sister, she experienced the joy of being in a woman’s superior position. Perhaps because he was single, Junyan was content with this position.
That day, Qiuling invited Junyan to her home. After dinner, she put the baby to bed and asked Junyan to sleep with her.
“What if he wakes up?”
“He’s not asleep, he’s still nursing!”
“That’s not good!”
“It’s alright, he’s still a toddler learning to crawl, he doesn’t know who his father is.”
“Really? What if he recognizes him?”
“Do you remember what happened when he was that young?”
“Well… I think I remember, and I don’t, but I can’t say I have no impression at all.”
“You’re too pessimistic. No one will want to marry you if you’re like this.” Qiuling pulled Junyan’s hesitant hand under the covers.
Qiu Ling's husband works for a company and is sometimes sent overseas for service or on long business trips. Recently, he went to Los Angeles for a month. To be honest, Qiu Ling couldn't endure it for long during these trips.
After about two weeks, she couldn't take it anymore, and after that, she had to find ways to numb herself. So she needed to masturbate, and sometimes she would use adult toys that her husband bought for her from abroad.
At first, she was very curious, but toys are toys after all, and sometimes the sexual urges almost drove her crazy. Tonight, she was in that state.
"It's okay, it's okay..." Qiu Ling said, asking Junyan to lie behind her.
"I want to nurse."
"We'll do it later. I'll feed the baby first, and you can stroke me from behind," Qiu Ling requested.
To be honest, Qiu Ling really liked nursing because it gave her a kind of pleasure, creating a sense of fulfillment both mentally and physically.
In this state, if her body was touched or she engaged in sexual intercourse, Qiu Ling would feel like she was floating on air. However, this was something only her husband could do; no outsider was allowed to handle it. But for Junyan, it was a different story.
Junyan stroked her back, while his hands reached between her legs from behind, parting her labia and inserting his fingers into her clitoris. The mucous membrane was already soaked. He inserted his fingers and pressed down on the clitoris with another.
"Ah!" Qiuling cried out excitedly, pressing her cheek against her baby's nursing face.
Junyan licked the hollows of her back, occasionally pressing near her coccyx with his fingers, sometimes stroking her buttocks. Junyan frantically caressed her entire body.
"Great, great," Qiuling cried out excitedly, her voice hoarse.
"Is it really that good? I envy you." Junyan's actions became increasingly passionate. He got up and said to Qiuling, who was holding the baby.
“Don’t always use the same position. How about we do it from behind today?”
“Okay! Go ahead!” Qiu Ling laid the baby down and leaned over to breastfeed, raising her hips. This was the first time she had used this position.
Jun Yan inserted his penis into the cleft between her peach-like buttocks. Qiu Ling hugged the baby who was nursing in her arms tightly, while constantly swaying her hips from side to side, shouting, “Great!”
“Great, great, so tight.” Jun Yan increased the speed of his thrusts.
“No, you can’t come out yet.” Qiu Ling said worriedly, while asking him to change to another position.
“Let’s try the straddle position!”
“Straddle position? Can you do it?”
“I’ve never done it before. I just want to try and see what it’s like when the two of us do it together.” Qiu Ling’s face flushed, and she sat up facing Jun Yan, holding the nursing baby.
“It’s our secret!” Jun Yan lay back on the quilt with great pride.
“Won’t it be too heavy to hold the baby?”
“No, no, don’t worry.” Jun Yan became even more excited.
Naked, Qiu Ling straddled Jun Yan, holding her baby in her arms, and slowly lowered her waist. Jun Yan held her buttocks tightly, slowly inserting his penis into her vagina. After several failed attempts, his powerful penis finally slid fully into her vaginal fluid, and Qiu Ling looked at Jun Yan with more confidence.
With a touch of shyness, Qiu Ling let the baby continue nursing and glanced at Jun Yan again. Jun Yan reached out and stroked her other engorged breast. Stimulated by this, the dark brown nipple overflowed with white milk.
Qiu Ling gently swayed her hips up and down, twisting and turning. She felt a mixture of shyness and excitement about this first experience. When Jun Yan's fingers kneaded her clitoris, her shyness vanished, and she focused all her energy on pursuing pleasure.
Holding the baby tightly, Qiu Ling suddenly felt an impulse surge from her lower body. Like boiling water, bubbles of pleasure sprayed up from her lower body. As it swelled to the size of a balloon, it seemed as if she were floating in the air with the baby.
Suddenly, Qiu Ling seemed to see an image of the Virgin Mary, cradling the baby in her arms, floating among the white clouds, her whole body radiating light.
"Ah! That's wonderful, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Ah!
I'm going to cum!" Jun Yan cried out.
Holding the baby, Qiu Ling's face showed a beautiful expression of praying to God.
"Ah! Excellent." They flew together into the secret world.
This was Qiu Ling's last meeting with Jun Yan.
"Whenever I recall the secret between us, the baby's image always appears before my eyes, and his gaze looks as if your husband is staring at me."
Qiu Ling received such a letter from Jun Yan.
Chapter Four: Jealous Love
Jealousy can enhance libido. Zongming, like an ant on a hot pan, lay anxiously on the bed, waiting for his wife.
It was past midnight. Although she had called to say she had a social engagement and would be home late, he didn't believe her.
His wife, Yamei, returned. But she didn't immediately enter the bedroom. Zongming, lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, concentrated all his attention, listening intently to the sounds from the next room.
Because she was drunk, her footsteps sounded a little unsteady. She turned on the tap on the sink and poured herself a glass of water. Then, she took off her clothes and hung them in the closet in the living room. She was probably getting ready to take a bath! There was still plenty of water left in the bathtub that Zongming had just used.
Suddenly, there was silence, but after a moment, he realized she had brushed her teeth and used the toilet in the bathroom before returning. Then, for about ten minutes, he didn't know what Yamei was doing. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and Yamei walked in.
When he peeked at her with his eyes slightly open, he saw that Yamei was wearing only underwear. Then, she took out her pajamas from the bedroom closet, put them on, and closed the closet door. She lay down next to her husband, Zongming, mysteriously observing his sleeping state.
The bed was a double bed, which they had been using since their marriage.
They had been married for six years and still didn't have children. Both of them worked; Yamei worked at an advertising company, while Zongming was a civil servant at the city government. Yamei's work hours were very irregular, while Zongming always went to work on time. Therefore, housework became Zongming's burden.
Recently, their sexual activity had decreased to once every ten days, sometimes even none at all. Zongming was thirty-three years old, while Yamei was only one year younger than him. This infrequent sexual activity was unbearable for Zongming.
When a man is not satisfied, he always starts to become suspicious. Recently, Yamei's behavior was suspicious, but he couldn't say anything, which caused him great pain. Of course, Zongming hoped that he was just worrying unnecessarily.
Yami, lying with her back to him, was asleep, within easy reach. But there seemed to be a high wall between them.
Lately, his wife had been coming home drunk frequently, and they hadn't had dinner together for a while. Not only that, but something even more suspicious was happening.
Two days ago, there were her discarded underwear in the basket in the bathroom, meant for washing. Zongming picked it up, intending to wash it with the other underwear. However, there was a sticky substance on the crotch area of the pink underwear. Zongming found it strange and smelled it; it had a pungent, chestnut-blossom-like odor.
His wife's sexual encounter with him had happened a week ago, and Zongming felt a little dizzy. And tonight, she was coming home so late again. But he had to get to the bottom of this. Yet, he was also a little afraid; although she was lying right beside him, he couldn't find a suitable opportunity.
Just as he was feeling conflicted, Yami, with her back to him, sighed, "Hmm!" She seemed annoyed, hunched over and twisting her waist, her whole body feeling hot. Zongming, unsure if this was fantasy or reality, suddenly felt tense.
Holding his breath, he listened quietly to his wife's breathing, unable to look or dare to turn over. He could only faintly hear painful sighs. The fantasy took a strange form, as if she were masturbating.
He seemed to hear the sound of petals being soothed, spreading like gas in Zongming's mind, the petals wriggling sweetly within the gas. Simultaneously, Zongming's heightened emotions manifested as heightened sexual desire.
If not for self-soothing, what Zongming imagined would never happen; perhaps because he hadn't received sufficient satisfaction, the thought itself aroused him…
Unable to bear it any longer, Zongming turned over, saying in a sleepy voice, "Ah! You're back." The hurried voice suddenly stopped.
"I'm sorry, I'm late again. Clients are like that; they always like to finish at one place and then go to another," Yamei explained.
"It's alright." He leaned towards his wife, reaching out his hand.
"I'm drunk, I have a bit of a headache." She gently tapped her head.
"Really? That's not good. If your shoulders are sore, I'll massage them for you." Zongming suddenly said calmly.
"No need, you're tired!"
Zongming hugged his wife tightly from behind, his genitals brushing against her full buttocks. His penis was erect, and he desperately wanted to satisfy his sexual desire.
"I'm sorry, my head hurts. If I agree to your request, my head will split open."
Zongming was angry, but he restrained himself.
"No, then forget it. Let me massage your back!" He got up, touching Yamei's shoulders, which were facing outwards. Right now, the most important thing was to feel his wife's warm skin; that would put his mind at ease.
A slender neck, rounded shoulders.
"This will make you feel better." He gently massaged her head.
He knew that if he pressed too hard, this woman might die instantly.
"Not there, it's her back." As if sensing Zongming's thoughts, Yamei moved her hand from her neck to her back.
However, Zongming deliberately pressed the back of her head with his fingers, applying pressure. Her head was as small as a child's; if he were to pinch it like a little bird, everything would be resolved in that instant. Thinking of this, Zongming quickly moved his hand to his wife's back, gently massaging her through her pajamas, pressing hard with his thumb.
Yamei's skin was white and smooth. In the dim light, Zongming opened his eyes wide, searching his wife's body for any signs of kissing. He found no kiss marks on her neck, but on her slightly translucent and snow-white earlobes, there were red marks, perhaps left from where a man's lips had sucked or bitten them!
His hand, which had been pressing on her back, naturally moved to her lower back. Although she was facing outwards, perhaps because it felt comfortable, Yamei remained silent. With
his fingers pressing on her warm waist, Zongming's heart pounded, even feeling a painful spasm. Other men don't know how to caress this part of their wives, and the thought of it stirred an urge to attack. From the concave waist to the full buttocks, it was like freshly made rice cake, very elastic.
He pressed hard on the concave waist and said, "Kneel down." He made his wife lie down.
Her body was clearly visible through a layer of pink gauze nightgown.
Yami said in a man's tone, "How can this be..."
Zongming moved his fingers from the concave waist to the coccyx, while simultaneously touching her buttocks with his palm. If she had done something unspeakable tonight, there would definitely still be hot semen left in her lower body.
Yami didn't like using condoms, but she often used birth control pills, so if she had done something unspeakable, she would still have to use birth control pills, and in that case, the man's semen would definitely still be left in her vagina.
It would probably be impossible to clean it out completely. After sex, without showering, letting it remain inside her body—this kind of mentality is not hard to understand, and men are no exception. If they are in love, of course they will have this feeling.
So, who exactly is this man? Several men are highly suspicious. His high school boyfriend, whom he learned was also in Tokyo at a class reunion, has kept in frequent contact by phone since. Another is a client; he's the section chief in the advertising department. Besides, there are two or three other suspicious individuals, but Zongming doesn't know the details.
The only person he knew was her high school boyfriend, Chunshu. Chunshu had come to their house once, and they only talked for five minutes before Zongming left his wife and the man behind to go play golf.
Shortly after their marriage, during a whispered conversation, Zongming overheard Yamei say this:
"I lost my virginity in high school. To prepare for the college entrance exam, I only dated three men before rejecting them, but he's still the person I miss the most." "
What kind of person was he?"
"He was kind, a little timid, but very intelligent. He was the ideal person for me to give my virginity to. Memories are beautiful, but you have to choose the right person."
"So, you're very lucky."
"Perhaps!"
Although he couldn't refute it, from that moment on, Zongming would be jealous of this man for the rest of his life. Of course, he also saw this jealousy as a catalyst for love, because he didn't have the magnanimity to forgive it.
"Do you feel any better?"
"Yes, much better."
"You'll feel even better."
Massaging through her pajamas was irritating, so he slipped one hand under her chest and the other under her hem to massage her feet. He massaged from her calves to her thighs, observing his wife's reaction. She remained face down, clutching a pillow.
If he were to be rejected by Yami under these circumstances, he probably wouldn't even be worthy of being a husband.
As if this was a fateful moment, Zongming was serious as he massaged her. He kneaded, pinched, and stroked her erogenous zones, his hand slipping inside her thighs, slowly pushing into her lower body. It would be terrifying to be rejected if he went too far.
Zongming's hand moved away from her clitoris again, kneading her plump buttocks like he was kneading sticky rice, and then said, "Try the supine position." He turned her body 180 degrees. Yami cooperated, closing her eyes and changing position.
"It's much easier now," she said gratefully.
Yami's blouse was unbuttoned, revealing her fair and luscious, bowl-shaped breasts, with nipples erect like wild strawberries. Zongming pretended to knead her breasts, slipping his hand inside her nightgown and stroking from her armpits to her breasts.
Yami didn't seem to resist; of course, touching her breasts aroused her sexual desire. It was also a prelude to sexual intercourse, which reassured Zongming. However, at first, he didn't dare directly touch her nipples. He massaged them as if trying to remove lumps, simultaneously caressing both breasts.
Then, one hand reached down to her slender waist, touching her abdomen before moving to her nipples. He kneaded and then pinched her nipples, his hand moving from near her navel to between her thighs. At this moment, Yami closed her eyes, seemingly quietly enjoying the pleasure.
Zongming gently stroked her pubic hair, then inserted his fingers into her pubic area. Slightly damp, Yamei's vulva was deeper than most people's, with thick pubic hair surrounding her petals. Moreover, her labia majora were thin and small, yet strong and elastic, smooth and enveloping inside. Therefore, even after two rounds, it wouldn't deform, feeling wonderful.
When he touched her clitoris, Yamei moaned, simultaneously wrapping her legs together, closing her vulva. Zongming relentlessly stroked the area around her, trying to find evidence of her secret.
His fingers slid into the cleft, his fingers, enveloped in elastic mucous membranes, inserted into her vulva. Although his fingers touched the sticky fluid, it didn't feel more abundant than usual. He was relieved, but then disappointed.
Zongming thought he was being too suspicious. So, when he saw his wife's naked body under her pink, transparent nightgown, he could no longer suppress his sexual urges. Zongming wanted to take off her nightgown and kiss her entire body.
"Aren't you going to take them off?" Zongming first took off his underwear and pajamas.
"I'm so tired, just hurry up and insert it!" she said mechanically.
"Really?"
She was half asleep, her eyes closed. Zongming didn't dare ask for anything more, he just wanted to satisfy his desire as soon as possible. He rolled up the hem of his pajamas on her fair thighs, exposing her lower body. Full buttocks, thick and shiny pubic hair, growing like a beard down to her thighs. Only this part contrasted sharply with Yamei's cute expression and her curvaceous figure.
In fact, this pubic hair, like the hairline on her forehead, surrounded her vulva, which would hinder the tongue from licking the petals. Zongming spread her legs, aimed his erect penis at her vulva, and knelt down. Yamei reached out and grasped his penis, guiding it into place. Zongming lifted
the pajamas over her breasts, reached under her armpits, and lifted her up forcefully, pressing their chests tightly together. However, Yamei's body remained relaxed, not embracing him back. Although it was just a one-sided twisting of her waist, Zongming felt quite satisfied.
As he repeatedly moved back and forth, he suddenly felt foam forming inside her flower core. It was like the foam produced when beating eggs. He felt uneasy inside and hurriedly pulled out.
"What's wrong?" his wife, lying below, asked.
"Oh! Nothing."
At this moment, Zongming smelled a scent like chestnut blossoms, which made him uneasy. This scent wasn't Zongming's own; it was clearly someone else's—someone else's semen still lingering in her flower core. Because of Zongming's penis, it had foamed and was being raked out. Zongming sighed blankly, looking at the suspicious petals.
"Ugh, hurry up!" Yamei said lazily.
Zongming's penis quickly shrank. He then inserted two fingers, wanting to confirm the truth. Unlike before, the entire inside was now relaxed and wet with foamy mucus. Zongming pulled out his finger, brought it to his nose, and smelled it. He detected a chestnut blossom scent, and his blood ran cold.
A surge of anger rose within him, hatred fueling jealousy. His wife, however, remained asleep, eyes closed, as if nothing had happened. She had actually done this behind his back! Zongming, who had almost lost his temper, quickly regained his composure. Without concrete evidence, she would vehemently refute him, perhaps even reacting hysterically, turning her back on him and ignoring him. He would then be unable to sleep, enduring a long, agonizing night. He
absolutely could not do anything so foolish tonight. Although it was tragic, the things he had prepared beforehand might come in handy. Zongming reached under the bed. There was a rope there. He picked it up and placed it around Yamei's ankles, intending to tie her legs.
"What are you trying to do?" Yamei opened her eyes, her expression one of surprise. Zongming said nothing, quickly binding her feet.
"What are you doing? It hurts!"
Then, Zongming bent her hands behind her back and tied them up.
"What do you want to do? Don't bully me like this, I'm so tired and want to sleep." She said unhappily, protesting by refusing to participate in this game.
"I'm going to make you have sweet dreams." Zongming said, tying the rope binding her hands and feet in a knot behind her back, making her body arch.
"I'm not kidding you, tonight, I'm going to settle things once and for all." Zongming said, lighting a cigarette next to the pillow.
"What kind of settlement are you going to make?" As if she had realized Zongming's intentions, Yamei's expression turned sinister.
"You've been hiding a secret from me."
"A secret?"
"Don't play dumb, I'm asking you, do you have any other men?"
"What do you mean? Although I've dated many men, it's out of necessity, because it's for work."
“I’m not talking about those kinds of men, I’m talking about the men who meet here.” Zongming deliberately held the cigarette closer to the petals, expecting her to make a fierce sound, but her voice was actually quite sharp.
“Are you kidding me!”
“Who said I’m kidding? I have proof.”
“What proof?”
“Haven’t you noticed it yourself? Smell this.” Zongming held his finger to Yamei’s nose, making her smell it.
“What is this?”
“Don’t you know?”
After smelling Zongming’s finger, Yamei began to feel afraid.
“Tonight will definitely not be like usual. What is this? This is the smell of a man.”
Yamei’s originally rosy cheeks suddenly turned pale. Yamei felt uneasy, as if she were about to be strangled. But the more afraid she was, the more likely Zongming’s guess was to become a fact. He desperately wanted Yamei to loudly refute him.
“This smells like semen, you should be able to tell. I haven’t ejaculated yet, but there’s already semen inside your vagina. You might say it’s from before, but you should know that we haven’t had sex for ten days.”
At this point, Zongming had no choice but to confront his wife. He couldn’t care less about love, politeness, or tenderness anymore. Zongming flicked his cigarette ash onto his wife’s pale abdomen.
“What do you want to do! Are you trying to kill me?” Yamei screamed hysterically, her expression ferocious.
“No matter what, you must explain today who ejaculated inside you? What’s his name? Is he your client? Or your ex-lover? Isn’t your high school sweetheart also in Tokyo? I know you two often meet up.”
“Don’t make wild guesses.”
“Wild guesses! That’s ridiculous, I’m not blind.”
Enraged, Zongming again brought the cigarette close to her genitals, letting the ash fall onto her pubic hair. The still-smoldering ash burned the pubic hair, emitting a burnt smell.
“I’m a man too. As long as you tell me honestly, we can discuss anything. You can get a divorce if you want, but don’t do anything unspeakable behind my back.”
Yamei didn’t answer.
“Think it over carefully!” He opened Yamei’s labia, letting the petals hold the cigarette.
“If you don’t speak, you’ll get burned.”
“If I tell you, are you willing to negotiate?”
“Ah! Of course.”
“It’s that person.”
“Is it the man from high school?”
Yamei nodded and shouted, “Take it off quickly!” She was very concerned about the cigarette held between her labia.
“You went on a date with him tonight, didn’t you?”
She nodded again. Yamei and Haruki had an affair. She remembered them naked, licking each other’s genitals, kissing passionately, and the thing inserted between their legs stimulating their mucous membranes, making their petals almost split open, and the image of that penis thrusting.
Although he was filled with rage, Zongming restrained himself and said calmly, "So you two still love each other, then there's nothing more to say. Me too, when I think of my first love, my body still aches."
Unfortunately, Zongming didn't have a woman he could reminisce about, but to find some terrible evidence, he asked again, "So, you want to be with him?"
"I don't know."
"Why?"
"I like you too! Because we're husband and wife."
His anger subsided slightly, but he couldn't agree with her here.
"So, you want to see who brings you more happiness, is that right?"
"That's not what I meant, please forgive me... I'll never see him again."
"But he's in Tokyo, and although you feel this way, he doesn't. Is he married?"
"No, he's still single."
"He's shameless, taking my wife. If he had a wife, we could swap wives." Zongming joked, but Yamei didn't answer.
Although she didn't answer, Yamei must have been very troubled. This is all her own doing; let her suffer as much as she wants! If a woman is obsessed with physical pleasure, she must pay a corresponding price.
Suddenly, Zongming realized that what he envied wasn't his wife's infidelity, but rather the joy she experienced in sexual intercourse. At the same time, he recalled his childhood, catching a strange, expressionless salamander in his hometown, spreading its legs to expose it to the sun, and skinning it.
If he were to inflict that punishment on Yamei, then the anger simmering in his chest could be released.
Zongming suddenly saw the silent, naked Yamei as a salamander with a pink belly and a raised cleft between her thighs.
"Where did you meet him? Was it a love hotel?"
"Yes."
"You said he's single, so have you been to his apartment?"
She didn't answer.
"To be honest."
"Yes, that's right."
"How many times have you had sex?"
"About five or six times!"
If she admitted it was five or six times, it could easily be ten.
"So, where are you meeting tonight?"
"At his apartment."
"How stingy."
Yamei acted as if she had two families.
"The problem is, do you want him or me? You need to answer honestly. Are you happier and more secure when I hug you or when he hugs you? I once heard a woman say that some men make women feel safe when they hug, while others don't."
"How am I supposed to answer that? You and I are husband and wife, we see each other every day, but I only see him occasionally, and besides, we had some sweet memories together..."
"So each has its own merits."
"Yes." Seeing that Zongming was much calmer, Yamei began to tell the truth.
"So, how much does he love you?"
"He told me he loves me more than anyone else."
"If I divorce you, would he be willing to marry you?"
"Maybe!"
"How can we resolve this if you're so uncertain? I need to ask you more specifically."
"Okay, I was just thinking of finding an opportunity to explain to you."
Ya Mei seemed about to explain that her infidelity was out of necessity, which made Zong Ming anxious, but he still calmly asked,
"When you were with him, did you make love the same way as me?"
"This..."
"Did you perform oral sex?"
She didn't answer.
Zong Ming assumed that Ya Mei considered this a dirty matter and was therefore embarrassed to answer. However, he was determined to get to the bottom of this.
"Did he lick your genitals during sex?"
"Ugh!"
“Then, of course you'll lick his genitals too!”
She didn't answer.
“I think you definitely will. At that time, were you extremely unwilling, or did you act very naturally?”
Yamei didn't know how to answer.
Zongming lit another cigarette, imagining his wife naturally and passionately performing oral sex. The image of her thick, large penis being licked in her mouth with her tongue…
Suddenly, Zongming felt a surge of jealousy rising from his back like a pillar of fire, making it hard for him to breathe. But he suppressed it and calmly asked,
“Is this how you tease before every time we make love?”
She didn't answer, which meant she admitted it. Jealousy boiled in his heart like hot water, then turned into pleasure.
“At that time, you must have been very serious, right?” He looked into his wife's eyes and said.
Yamei didn't dare to look her husband in the eye, but she felt she should have a serious conversation, so she nodded somewhat fearfully.
At this moment, Zongming desperately wanted his wife to say something that could extinguish the fire in his chest, but Yamei's nod only added fuel to the fire, causing Zongming's jealousy to erupt.
“Alright, then I’ll try it out and see which one is better before making a conclusion!”
Suddenly, Zongming took out another rope and tied his wife’s body. Then, he used another rope to tie the immobile Yamei to the bed in a spread-eagle position. She looked like a salamander being sunbathed on a hot rock in the sweltering summer heat.
“Fine, since you say so, I’ll give you to that man. But I’ll make sure you’re beautifully dressed before giving you to him. Now call him here, and you wait!”
Zongming seemed to be offering his fair, naked wife as a sacrifice to a devil. Zongming left the bedroom and brought in many things. There were candles, tape, and ribbons. Then, as if making a purse, he wrapped tape around Yamei’s naked body and decorated it with ribbons, with candles standing upright on top.
Yamei looked at the candlelight in fear. Candles are very unstable; if they fall, she will definitely be burned.
A rag was stuffed into her mouth.
“This is your bridal attire, a small token of my affection. Now call him here and have him perform your wedding night lovemaking in front of me! Give me his phone number.”
He removed the rag from Yamei’s mouth.
“I’m not kidding, hurry up and tell me his phone number, I need to call him now.” Zongming urged, holding the phone.
“I don’t remember, I don’t know.” Yamei said with difficulty, the rag still stuffed in her mouth.
“Is that so? Fine! If you won’t tell, I have a way to make you.”
He lit a candle, then parted Yamei’s petals and inserted the candle.
“If you don’t tell, you’ll get burned.”
“Don’t do that! I’ll tell you, his address and phone number are in my purse.”
Zongming took her purse from the next room, opened it, emptied its contents, and then opened the phone book.
“Is his name Li Tishu?”
Yamei’s unclear voice was then picked up by Zongming.
“Oh! I’m Yamei’s husband. She often receives your care. I’m asking you to come over now. I know it’s late, but if you don’t come right away, Yamei will be very pitiful. I’m waiting for you, whether it’s an hour or two, you must come quickly, otherwise the candle will burn out and things will be bad. It’s about a thirty-minute taxi ride from here. I’ll wait for you.” After saying that, he put down the phone.
“Why are you really doing this?” Yamei was so scared that she couldn’t cry.
“Don’t do this, take it off quickly, untie the rope.” She trembled and screamed.
“If you move around any more, the candle will fall over. Look, the candle in your lower body is slowly burning shorter, and the flame is getting bigger and bigger.”
“Please, don’t do this.”
“Right, this place is injured, so take the candle off here. I want to make love to you one more time.”
Yamei didn’t speak.
Zongming replaced the candle with his penis and inserted it, looking at the moist mucous membrane, the woman’s stubbornness that immediately responded.
"Let me go! Forgive me!"
Bound and unable to move, Yamei uttered only these words, but Zongming heard them as a lullaby, arousing him. He had never heard Yamei say such things before; it was a new kind of stimulation, and he wanted to hear more, more words of such painful pain.
"Forgive me!"
His penis, swollen within her mucous membrane, grew harder and harder, the membrane seeming to express her will as it tightened.
Zongming began to revel in this stimulation. Of course, the phone call he had just made was fake; it was all an act. He hadn't anticipated it would bring such stimulating pleasure.
"Ah! I'm coming."
"Oh! Forgive me! Forgive me!"
Zongming held his wife tightly and began to ejaculate. His whole body burned with the fire of jealousy, a fire that seemed to radiate from a fire-emitting machine.
At this moment, Zongming was intoxicated by a pleasure he had never experienced before. Then, he climbed up, looking at his wife's black pubic hair, the cleft of her vulva, from which a white liquid flowed like milk. He licked the petals with his tongue.
Yamei remained silent, and this too was a form of love. Seemingly sensing Zongming's intentions, Yamei remained silent and ignored him.
Zongming's penis swelled again, and he thrust it into his wife's flower without hesitation. He thought that in this state, he could do it again and again.
Zongming withdrew his hard penis and brought it, wet with love juice, to his wife's lips. Yamei readily took it into her mouth.
He thought his wife would bite it off, but instead, she gently licked it with her tongue, as if licking ice cream.
Looking at his wife's docile expression, Zongming believed this was what a woman was like, the woman in a man's eyes. Only now did Zongming truly experience a masculine joy he had never felt in their past relationship. If he untied his wife's hands and feet, giving her freedom, he might never experience this joy again. Therefore, he wanted his wife to remain in this state forever.
"How is it? Is it good?"
Zongming, trying to project a masculine image, casually asked his wife, who was licking with her eyes closed. His wife opened her slightly swollen eyes.
Her eyes were cold and expressionless, somewhat like a salamander's. Yamei said, "Just kidding!"
This sentence filled Zongming with immense shame.
"What!" Zongming's hand, like an eagle's claw, reached for Yamei's neck.
Fifth Chapter: A Symphony of Love
"Please let me be a man! Please, Xiumei, I love you, I will never leave you. You should know that I don't want you to do this, but there's no other way..." Husband Minxiong, holding his wife Xiumei tightly, said these words during sex.
He gently bit his wife's earlobe, his penis already inserted into her labia, slowly moving up and down.
"Get ready, if you don't want to, tell me," Minxiong said, tears streaming down his face.
"Are you serious?"
“How could I joke about something like this with you?”
“If you really mean it, although I’m not really willing, I’ll pretend I died to accompany him once. But if you complain about this to me in the future, then I don’t want it.”
“I wouldn’t be that despicable!”
“That’s good.”
At this moment, his wife, Xiumei, hugged Minxiong’s back tightly from below, pressing her mouth to his head and sucking hard.
Minxiong is thirty-six years old this year, and his wife, Xiumei, is twenty-eight years old. Minxiong runs a lumber mill, which has recently been hit by the appreciation of the Japanese yen. The checks he borrowed from loan sharks are nearing their due date, and he is unable to repay the debts, so he may face bankruptcy. However, Yaohui, the loan shark, has fallen in love with his wife, Xiumei.
“Just once, as long as your wife sleeps with me for one night, I can find a way to solve the check problem.” Yaohui made this suggestion to Minxiong, a suggestion that he didn’t know whether to be happy or sad about. This was
truly a dilemma. The family business he inherited from his father was facing bankruptcy and desperation. Instead of being angry about this suggestion, he still held onto a glimmer of hope. However, on the other hand, how could a man let his wife do such a thing?
With the deadline for the bank's checks to be returned due to insufficient savings approaching, Minxiong was on edge, unable to say no. Moreover, Yaohui's condition was that the loan be completely written off.
However, Minxiong didn't dare tell Xiumei directly, only revealing it when he was drunk and holding his wife.
Xiumei understood the urgency of the situation, and besides, they had a child. For the child's future, Xiumei also wanted to prevent the bankruptcy from happening.
"If you agree, I'll close my eyes, but don't let this ruin our love."
"Of course, of course, I won't blame you."
As a man, he was certainly no less handsome or older than Yaohui. Although he was confident in himself, the mental pressure of giving his wife to someone else was completely different from his outward confidence. Therefore, deep down, he hoped Xiumei would refuse.
Suddenly, neither of them spoke; instead, they confirmed their love through sex.
In times of crisis, couples often realize the shared fate most acutely, especially when facing danger or loneliness, feeling it more intensely than in moments of joy. Therefore, they often use physical intimacy to reaffirm their love, indulging in lovemaking to escape this uneasy state – and this is precisely the situation now.
Unconsciously, Xiumei changed position, straddling Minxiong and moving her hips up and down, then gazing at him from this position. Minxiong
seemed afraid to meet his wife's gaze and closed his eyes. Although his libido was high, facing the impending separation of his family, Minxiong lacked the strength for proper lovemaking. However, the thought of still being one with Xiumei provided some strength.
Besides his wife, Minxiong had no other friends; he deeply understood the harsh realities and ruthlessness of the world. Even brothers or friends were off-limits when money was involved! Even if he threatened suicide, no one would help him; only Yaohui, who offered his wife and a refund, seemed more humane.
Although Xiu Mei was slowly reaching her climax, she didn't experience the usual pleasure from the vibrations. Instead, she uttered soft, delicate cries like a bird chirping, "Wonderful, wonderful!"
Tonight, Xiu Mei seemed to be desperately holding back, like a young girl crying in distress. She closed her eyes, enduring the increasingly intense pleasure, only her head swaying from side to side. Her long, soft hair swayed over her snow-white shoulders.
"Are you really going to cancel the check?"
"Of course, I'm a man too, I'll always keep my promise."
Yao Hui puffed on his pipe, his chin tilted upwards. The mention of loan sharks usually conjures images of misers—bald, fat men, or conversely, thin-faced, tall, and somewhat neurotic men.
But Yao Hui, though nearly sixty years old with gray hair, looked very refined, and in his white linen suit, he was handsome and dashing. Judging from his age, his body should be quite old. Minxiong, thirty-six, imagined him as a father, which made him feel much more at ease.
"I really don't understand, boss, at your age, are you still interested in women?"
"Of course I'm very interested. Sometimes it's even more uncomfortable than when I was younger, because at our age, we all think about how many women we'll be with in the future, what kind of women we'll be with. Whenever I think about this, I feel strange down there, like my semen is leaking out. When I was young, my semen was always full, but now it seems like it leaks out."
Judging from his manner, he didn't seem to be lying.
Minxiong thought of his naked wife entangled with Yaohui, and he began to regret it, but it was too late to undo the damage.
"Then, let's go to the hot spring inn! You come too, I don't want to be sneaking around."
Since he said that, Minxiong couldn't refuse.
Why should the husband be present when his wife was with someone else? Actually, he really wanted to be there too.
"Are you serious?"
"At this point, what other options are there? Whether I'm present or not is up to you."
"Actually, I'm worried too, but how can I save face if I make love to someone else in front of you!"
In fact, for Min-xiong, he couldn't bear to leave Xiu-mei alone while he waited at home.
"How about it? To avoid future gossip and hurt feelings, why not..."
"But, the most important thing is, are you really willing to let me do this?"
"That's up to you."
"I'm unwilling, but is there any other way?"
At this point, Min-xiong still strongly hoped that Xiu-mei would refuse. However, if she refused, Min-xiong would still ask Xiu-mei for help. To be honest, agreeing to this was indeed painful, and Xiu-mei was speechless at this moment.
After a moment of awkward silence, Min-xiong gently took Xiu-mei's fair hand. He gazed at his wife's smooth, fair skin, her oval face, her black hair like bird feathers, her arched eyebrows, her large eyes, and her straight nose—she was like a classical beauty. At the same time, she was very voluptuous, and her clothes made her look slender; whether in a kimono or a Western dress, she aroused men's fantasies.
"But I'm worried. I know you probably won't, but sex often continues."
"Since you're worried, you shouldn't have agreed."
"I'm sorry, I misspoke."
Min-xiong tenderly asked Hidemi for sexual intercourse.
This happened frequently afterward. Seeing his wife about to have relations with someone else filled him with sorrow. He would often suddenly push Hidemi, still wearing her kimono, down onto the tatami mat, slipping his hand under the hem of her kimono, feeling a warm breath wafting through her underwear.
When he reached inside her underwear and touched her already wet vulva, Min-xiong would also pull down his own pants. Then, silently, they would begin, and Hidemi would quickly become aroused. This, however, aroused Minxiong's jealousy. He thought that if he were there, he would be furious.
"You wouldn't act like this towards a man you've just met, would you?"
"Of course not."
"What if it were Yaohui?"
"This..."
"What...do you have some kind of expectation of him?"
"Nonsense! He's just an old man."
"But, a man is a man."
"Disgusting! Why do you say that! If you care so much, then just let it go..."
"No, I can't do that."
Even Minxiong himself didn't know what he was sad or upset about.
The night before, when Minxiong, excited, tried to make love to Xiumei, for some reason, Xiumei seemed reluctant.
"No, think about it. If you leave your semen inside me, and I'm with someone else, wouldn't that be terrible?"
"Why?" Minxiong felt that his wife had suddenly changed her mind, and he felt very sad. "Then forget it," he said unhappily.
"Then put on a condom!"
"No."
"Why are you acting like a child!"
"Anyway, I'm a spineless man."
"Honestly, saying things like that. I just don't want to have a child and not know whose it is."
Ah, that's it. Minxiong realized he was jealous, but he couldn't sleep. Later…
"Fine! I can't sleep anyway." So, Xiumei turned over and reached her hand towards Minxiong.
Minxiong immediately picked Xiumei up, both of them very excited. Minxiong seemed to be saying goodbye to his wife, licking every part of her body. He licked her petals, clitoris, and anus, watching his wife's joyful expression.
Then he inserted his fingers into her anus, wanting to see clearly that his wife, who hadn't yet been violated and was intoxicated by pleasure, was still enjoying herself. Then, he lifted his wife's body, adopting a beastly posture to attack, looking at her snow-white buttocks holding his penis, kissing the cleft of her buttocks, and reaching his hand from behind to the front to caress her breasts.
"Great, great, wonderful!" With her long hair flowing, Xiumei swayed her upper body as if drunk.
At that moment, Minxiong felt a pang of pain at the thought of his wife's impending lovemaking with Yaohui. So, he straddled his wife's shoulders, lifted his hips, and thrust in, finally finishing with Xiumei on top in a straddle position. Exhausted, they both fell asleep.
The next day, after noon, the two drove to the designated hotel. On the way, Minxiong repeatedly stopped, wondering whether to go to a love hotel or go home. They arrived at the hotel before the agreed-upon five o'clock.
"You've finally arrived! Come and have a cold drink!" Quanhui, already changed into a bathrobe, happily invited them to sit down.
"You really came! I thought you wouldn't! I'm so happy!" He smiled kindly at Xiumei.
"How about you two go and see?" Yaohui said to the shy Xiumei. Actually, he himself was a little nervous.
But Min-xiong still couldn't stand it any longer.
"Then go take a bath first!"
"No, I..." Xiu-mei blushed, suddenly seeming very docile.
"How about it? You go take a bath first too!" Yao-hui said casually.
"Xiu-mei, you go take a bath first! Because this is a hot spring." Min-xiong said somewhat arrogantly.
"I'll take care of your wife's affairs, you go take a bath first! Your room is booked next door."
Min-xiong was already being treated as a nuisance. Although she was mentally prepared, she was still very angry. Not knowing what he might do if things continued like this, Min-xiong said, "Then I'll respectfully comply."
As he was about to stand up and leave, "What are you going to do?" Xiu-mei asked with some concern.
"Your husband's room is next door, with a beautiful lady to keep him company, he won't be lonely. I know this hotel very well, the garden is beautiful, the hot spring water is good, and the food is delicious."
Xiu-mei knew her position, and upon hearing Yao-hui's words, she blushed and lowered her head.
At this moment, Minxiong stood up and walked out of the room. He wanted to run to a corner and cry his heart out. The next room was empty, only the air conditioning of the room seemed to await him, making it feel desolate. Minxiong didn't want to stay in the room any longer, so after putting down his luggage, he took off his clothes and changed into a bathrobe.
"The bath is at the end of the corridor. I heard you're going to rest here tonight. The boss also asked me to find a young lady named Xiaoli, a very beautiful one," a middle-aged maid greeted him.
"Okay, then I'll trouble you to arrange it. I'm going to take a bath now."
It felt like even the maid was mocking him, and Minxiong felt a little annoyed, so he started changing his clothes. After the maid put out the tea, she left. Minxiong drank it all in one gulp and went to take a bath.
Soaking in the spacious bathtub, his mood calmed down a little, but everything felt like a dream. When he thought about what his wife and that man were doing at that moment, he felt a lot of pain. He thought, "I shouldn't have come"; then he thought, "It's not too late, I should have taken her home." No, it's too late. He was deeply disappointed.
After showering, his legs were so weak he could barely walk as he passed his wife and Yaohui's room. Back in his room, he grabbed a can of beer from the fridge and drank it down.
Just then, the phone rang. He picked it up.
"You enjoyed the hot springs, didn't you? I've already found you a beautiful girl. I'll pay, don't worry. I'll call her over now," Yaohui said on the phone.
"Oh, then… my wife…"
But the other end didn't answer and hung up.
What was going on? Minxiong was unaware of what was happening next door, so he was very anxious. Since they had just arrived, they probably wouldn't start immediately; they were probably drinking together!
Xiumei loved beer, but she got drunk easily. When drunk, she was alluring and sexy, and easily aroused. Maybe that old man was currently caressing her snow-white breasts, or perhaps his mouth, filled with dentures, was sucking on her breasts.
Min-xiong, who had been speculating, suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout his body, which then moved to his lower body, exciting him.
At this moment, Hsiu-mei's tension eased slightly, and she smiled.
"Thirteen years ago, my wife passed away, and I've been living a single life ever since. Of course, that doesn't mean I haven't had any contact with women; it's just that, until now, there hasn't been a particular woman. At my age, even without a woman, as long as I focus my attention on other things, it doesn't bother me. Since seeing you, my heart has been restless, so being able to face you like this today, I feel like I'm dreaming."
Being alone with him, Hsiu-mei felt that he didn't seem like a loan shark, but rather an intelligent, lovely, and clean-cut old man. Women, regardless of the occasion, all like to be praised, and Hsiu-mei was no exception.
“To be honest, with you by my side, the taste of the wine doesn’t matter anymore, because you’ve already intoxicated me. In all my years, I’ve never met a woman like you. I truly envy your husband. If I were younger, I would definitely snatch you away from him. But I know I no longer have the right to say such things. It’s so wonderful that you could come today.” He held Xiumei’s hand gratefully.
Xiumei, upon hearing his words, thought to herself, “Oh! What should I do?”
Xiumei, who had initially intended to laugh it off, was now slowly becoming excited.
"Ah! You flatter me." Overwhelmed with excitement, she became somewhat dazed and no longer felt nervous.
"I'm a man, and frankly, I wanted to give you some money here so you could return it to your husband, but I've already made an appointment with him for you to stay here for the night. I'm not that magnanimous, please forgive me, just think of me as a lustful old man! And as I said before, I love you, I love everything about you."
He then took Xiumei's slender hand and pulled her towards him. Xiumei curled up like a kitten, powerless to resist, and fell into his arms.
His body was very strong, probably from playing golf; his skin was tanned dark by the sun, and his hands and feet hadn't yet begun to show signs of aging.
"I'm truly grateful to you, I hope you understand."
His cheek rubbed against Xiumei's face, gently stroking her back. Yaohui held Xiumei tightly for nearly five minutes, then suddenly released her.
“I’d like to go for a walk. You can use this time to change your clothes or take a shower.” With that, he hugged Xiumei tightly again, rubbing his cheek against hers, then stood up and left the room.
The sensation of his beard irritating Xiumei’s cheek lingered for a long time. Suddenly, she felt like she’d been abandoned, but only when she was alone did she feel relieved from the tension.
However, thinking about it, it was a rare treat for Xiumei. In a tense atmosphere, being with a strange man could even affect her physical state. With this feeling, she sat on a chair in the corridor, looking at the trees in the courtyard and the white flowers blooming by the spring.
Then she smelled a fragrant scent. Xiumei took a deep breath and wondered what to do. Since she had already made up her mind, she shouldn’t continue with this attire. She should change her clothes and prepare herself. When she stood up, she saw Yaohui in the courtyard.
“This courtyard is really nice.”
“I often come here and like to take walks in the courtyard. How about we go for a walk together?”
“Okay.” Xiumei finally chose a walk that would put her at ease.
A large stepping stone stood under the corridor, upon which rested a pair of wooden clogs. Xiu Mei slipped on the clogs and walked towards the courtyard. The buildings here weren't luxurious; as this was once the villa of a famous person, the garden had a secluded and mysterious atmosphere.
The sky was gradually darkening.
"Come on!"
As they crossed the stream, Yao Hui reached out and took Xiu Mei's hand. Naturally, Xiu Mei's hand was grasped. This wasn't their first meeting; Yao Hui had visited Xiu Mei's home twice, both times being entertained by her.
Although he was a loan shark, he wasn't repulsive, nor did he fawn over others. Frankly, if he were a despicable man, no matter how much her husband pressured her, she wouldn't have agreed to do this. What would a woman think in her heart?
For her husband's sake, she forgave Yao Hui, because offering her body could not only save her husband but also avert a crisis for her entire family; therefore, she also forgave herself.
"This place used to belong to a tycoon. The villa was originally called 'Red Heart Pavilion'," he explained to Xiumei, recounting the history of the inn and describing the plants. Xiumei, who knew nothing about gardens, was amazed by his erudition.
"Yaohui, what did you do before?"
"Well… judging from your manner, you seem to have been a teacher."
"Yes, I used to be a university professor."
"Oh!" Xiumei's eyes widened in surprise.
During their walk, they stayed close, especially on the steep mountain paths, where he would turn back to hold Xiumei's hand.
It grew darker.
"Let's go back to the room!"
Xiumei, turning away and walking ahead, suddenly felt that the person behind her was like a lover, a father, or a member of the opposite sex brought together by fate.
Back in the room,
"You must be sweating! Do you want to take a shower? I've sweated a lot too; I want to take a shower. Beer tastes especially good after a shower." So, he took a towel and went to the bathroom.
Hesitation was pointless now, and having sweated profusely, Xiu Mei went to take a shower.
The women's and men's bathrooms were separated by only a wall. Stripped naked, Xiu Mei immersed herself in the water, her snow-white skin enveloped in a numbing excitement. This was the first time she had ever had sex with a man other than her husband since their marriage. Although she had had sex with her boyfriend during her student days, she hadn't done it since becoming a mature woman, so the thought made her tremble.
She washed herself, lathering herself with soap. As she washed her nipples and soft, hairy pubic area, she began to feel aroused. Although she knew that having sex with a man other than her husband would also be exciting, strangely, her expression in the mirror seemed nonchalant.
But after leaving the bathroom, should she go straight back to Yao Hui's room? A little worried, Xiu Mei decided to check on her husband's room first.
She didn't dare shout outside, only gently opening the door and peeking inside, which startled her. Min-woong was embracing and kissing a gorgeously dressed geisha.
"Ah..." Xiu-mei turned and left.
Min-woong didn't chase after her, and Xiu-mei felt even more at ease about what she was about to do. Since her husband was like this, what was there for her to hesitate about? So, she downed the wine in her glass in one gulp, hoping to get drunk quickly.
At some point, Yao-hui walked up to Xiu-mei and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Let's have a drink!" He picked up his glass and offered it to Xiu-mei.
"I've already had too much to drink, I'm almost drunk."
"I'll take care of you." His trembling hand touched her breasts.
"Really?"
Xiu-mei silently rested her forehead on Yao-hui's shoulder. Yao-hui slipped his hand inside Xiu-mei's yukata and touched her skin directly.
His hand inside the yukata touched her breasts, and perhaps because of his age, he was quite bold. As her breasts were being kneaded, her whole body felt hot from being drunk, and Xiu-mei suddenly grabbed his hand tightly. His other hand slipped under the hem of her yukata.
She was only wearing thin panties, and the hem of her yukata was lifted, revealing a pair of fair legs, which were now a cherry blossom pink from her recent bath.
Yaohui gently stroked her, his touch reaching her panties. Xiumei's entire body tensed and stiffened. At that moment, a strange sound that made Xiumei's heart stop came from the next room.
"Ah, sir, what do you want to do? It's still early! But it's so good, you're so experienced, ah! So good!" It was a woman's joyful voice, the voice of the geisha who was with Minxiong.
Yaohui's hand, which had been touching Xiumei's panties, suddenly stopped and he looked at Xiumei. Xiumei felt very embarrassed, and she said awkwardly, "You're so annoying!"
"Her name is Xiaoli, she's the most beautiful geisha here, how about it? Do you want to see her?"
"Ah!" Xiumei looked at Yaohui suspiciously.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I imagine you've never seen the gentleman in such a romantic state."
"But I have no interest in that."
"Things should always be tried. Don't be prejudiced. Besides, this room has a view of the next room."
A hint of suspicion crossed Xiu Mei's face as she looked at Yao Hui, who chuckled and said, "You can see what's happening in the next room from this closet. At my age, watching others is more interesting than direct sexual activity. I really like rooms like this. Newly built hotels don't have this kind of facility; only old buildings like this have this privilege." Yao Hui then stood up, opened the closet door, and invited Xiu Mei inside.
Xiu Mei hesitated for a moment, then, drawn by Yao Hui's innocent smile, stepped into the narrow closet. There was a crack in the wall; by bringing her face close, she could see what was happening next door.
"Look, look, they're doing it!"
Xiu Mei knew that peeping was immoral and lewd, but she still pressed her face against the crack. Beyond the crack, in a dimly lit space, he had pinned a geisha down beside a table, lifted the hem of her kimono, pressed down on her snow-white legs, and spread them open, pressing his face between her thighs and sucking incessantly.
His own yukata was disheveled, and Xiu Mei, overwhelmed by a complex mix of jealousy and contempt, felt dizzy, her heart pounding rapidly.
Yao Hui embraced Xiu Mei from behind, reaching down to her breasts and kneading them. For some reason, Xiu Mei felt no resistance; her body and emotions were numb.
"Look! They're having a great time, they seem to be enjoying themselves."
While secretly watching and being touched, Xiu Mei suddenly felt a surge of heat, her lower body releasing fluids. Yao Hui's hand had already slipped inside her panties, touching her imprisoned vulva. When he touched her clitoris, she naturally writhed.
"Ah!" Xiu Mei let out a natural, excited gasp.
The special feeling arising in the closet, coupled with witnessing her husband's philandering, fueled a nameless jealousy that triggered a physical transformation, igniting Xiu Mei's desire. She had no heart to watch any longer, but the sounds coming from the next room were still clearly audible.
"Ah! Your technique is so good, lick some more, lick some more, and knead your breasts."
The geisha's clear voice aroused Xiu Mei's same excitement; her sash had already been untied.
"Keep kneading, keep licking!"
Although she didn't say it aloud, in the cramped closet, Xiu Mei, in a very unnatural position, let Yao Hui suck her breasts, lick her navel, and let him touch her genitals. In the cramped closet, Xiu Mei was busy with her own things, while the situation in the next room had completely changed.
Coming back to her senses from the exhausting excitement, Yao Hui said, "Let's watch one more time!" After saying that, he looked at the next room numbly.
Now, it wasn't as heart-stopping with jealousy as before; Min Xiong and Xiao Li were lying naked on the quilt, doing lewd things. Xiaoli, with her Japanese-style hair ornaments, had a disproportionately large head and body, and lay supine on the quilt with her knees raised like a frog's and legs spread apart.
Her abdomen was fair but slightly protruding, her breasts were quite large, and her hands and feet were thick, making her look like a frog king. A strangely shaped object was inserted into her genitals, which Minxiong was playing with.
"They are using toys. Some geishas are not stimulated enough without toys, and they won't get excited," Yaohui explained in her ear.
She twisted her upper body, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes half-closed, her face hanging over the other end of the quilt, trying to suppress her pleasure. And from her half-open lips, she kept making sounds.
"Ah! You are really a master, it's really great."
The geisha touched Minxiong's genitals, grasped his swollen penis with both hands, and kept moving it up and down. Then she put her face against it, like a big fish eating a small fish, and sucked on it in her mouth, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly, constantly sucking on it.
Her husband's penis slowly turned a deep red, like a plastic toy. Xiu Mei watched this breathtaking scene with bated breath. When Yao Hui touched her breasts again, she was so excited she could hardly breathe.
"Let's go out!"
Xiu Mei, who had only just come to her senses, went into the room and found a red quilt already laid out. She staggered to the quilt and sat down. Yao Hui's body pressed down on her, and they naturally assumed a 69 position.
Yao Hui spread Xiu Mei's legs, parted the pubic hair-covered crevice with his fingers, and licked it with his tongue. The pink petals parted to the sides, revealing the clitoris. He first sucked the nectar with his tongue, then licked from the petals all the way to the clitoris.
Xiu Mei grasped his penis like a geisha, closed her eyes, pressed her cheek close, and then slightly opened her eyes. The penis in front of her was like a boy's red face, smiling with its mouth open. Xiu Mei looked at this lovely thing, first licked it with her tongue, and then put it in her mouth. The two of them made sounds like animals licking.
“How about we use a toy too? I’m getting old, and I’m prone to back injuries, so I have to carry this with me like one of my ‘three magic weapons.’” Yaohui then pulled it out of his bag.
Xiumei was using something like this for the first time. Just imagining it was incredibly exciting; the thing inserted wasn’t much different from a male genital. It would excite her just the same, and she would quickly reach orgasm.
A ticklish sensation entered her anus.
“Ah…ah…”
As she couldn’t help but cry out, the numbing vibrator on her penis started, and it began to thrust in and out.
“What’s going on? What’s going on? Ah! It’s numb, it’s numb.”
Xiumei sucked on Yaohui’s penis desperately with a complex mix of fear and pleasure.
“Great, great!” she said naturally.
Minxiong suddenly seemed to wake up from his drunken stupor, remembering his wife. His hand, which had been playing with the toy, stopped.
"Ah! What happened! Why did it suddenly stop? Let's not use it then, let's do it for real."
Minxiong regained his senses after being reminded by the geisha Xiaoli.
"Oh! Yaohui, the boss next door, aren't you very familiar with him?"
"Yes, he always calls me when he comes here. He's a very nice person. You could say I'm the boss's geisha wife."
"What's he like about that kind of thing?"
"Haha, he really likes it, although it's a bit vulgar."
"Vulgar? How exactly does he do it?"
"Don't you know about sadomasochism and masochism?"
"Oh! Sadomasochism and masochism?"
"He's so old, yet he still wants to be tortured so much. So, the women he's with must also have that kind of interest."
"Oh! I never would have guessed he had that kind of fetish."
What are his wife and Yaohui up to right now? He suddenly became worried.
“Let’s peek at them!”
“Can we peek?”
“Yes, just open the closet door and we can see what’s happening in the next room.”
“So this old building actually has such a convenient place.” He suddenly felt his throat go dry and his body trembled.
“Then let’s take a look! Watching others do it is quite interesting.”
So Xiaoli opened the closet door and invited Minxiong in. The two entered the closet; there was a crack in the wall, and the light from the next room shone through.
He hesitated…
"They're doing it!" A slightly excited Xiaoli pulled Minxiong's hand, showing him.
"Ah!" A scene that would make anyone scream unfolded before Minxiong's eyes.
In the dim light, he saw a woman who didn't look like his wife. She seemed like a female actor playing a male role in a girls' opera troupe, wearing tight pants from the waist down and completely naked from the waist up. She was wielding a whip with a cool, confident air, her foot pressing down on the naked, devilish Yaohui, whipping him intermittently.
Wearing fishnet-like black tight pants, her snow-white skin was visible, her well-shaped breasts heaving, and the one wielding the whip was Xiumei. Minxiong suddenly felt a strange coolness.
Yaohui was a loan shark; Minxiong had suffered countless hardships to borrow money from him, sometimes even wanting to strangle him.
Yaohui's hands and feet were bound, and his mouth was stuffed with rags. When he was whipped, his body would arch upwards like a shrimp. What was going on? Although he didn't quite understand, it was still much better than seeing his wife being bullied by Yaohui. Minxiong kept shouting in his heart, "Hit her again, hit her again!"
Xiumei's heroic and dashing demeanor came to an end. Yaohui suddenly untied the ropes binding his hands, stood up, knocked Xiumei to the ground, and pinned her down. The situation had changed drastically.
"Ah! What is he doing?"
Minxiong gripped the wall in the closet. He saw Yaohui, like a beast, on top of Xiumei, pulling down Xiumei's tight pants as she tried to push him away. The tight pants, which were tightly bound at the waist, were turned upside down, revealing her snow-white buttocks.
"No, no!" Minxiong suddenly cried out.
When Yaohui pulled the tight pants down from the bulge at the waist, he did it in one go, like peeling skin, until they were down to her feet, and then he smiled. Then he used the ropes he had just untied to tie Xiumei's hands and feet, which were pinned to the bed.
"What is he trying to do?" Minxiong said suspiciously.
“This is going to be exciting, he’s about to launch his attack,” Xiaoli said from behind.
Minxiong watched the scene unfold with bated breath. Yaohui held a candle, circling it diagonally above Xiumei’s chest.
“This is a candle attack, it’s so exciting,” Xiaoli said excitedly.
Indeed, because of the heat of the candle, when Xiumei cried out “Ah!” and writhed, Yaohui would smile smugly, dripping wax all over her body. He dripped it not only on her chest, but also from near her navel to the bulge in her lower abdomen, even spreading his thick, dark pubic hair to drip wax down. Every time it dripped, Xiumei would cry out “Ah…ah…ah” and writh.
Minxiong, feeling as if wax was dripping on himself, gripped the wall. When Yaohui took something else out of his bag, Minxiong was startled. It was a large syringe.
“What is he trying to do?” he asked Xiaoli from behind.
“He’s definitely going to insert it into her anus, that’s very uncomfortable,” Xiaoli said worriedly.
“But some people like this kind of thing.”
“That’s too much, I’m going to stop him.” Minxiong tried to get out of the closet.
“Wait a minute, the real show is yet to come!” Xiaoli grabbed Minxiong’s hand and said flirtatiously.
“What? How can I let him do that?” He brushed Xiaoli’s hand away.
“How can you interfere in other people’s business? This is just a game between a sadist and a masochist!”
“But, she’s my wife!”
“Ah! Just kidding, don’t scare me!”
She feigned ignorance, and her “ha, ha, ha” laughter sounded like it was coming from her nostrils.
He had no desire to watch any longer! After getting out of the closet, Minxiong put on a bathrobe and ran out of the room.
“Boss, what are you trying to do? Don’t do this!” Minxiong ran into the room and shouted loudly.
“So you were spying on us too, don’t be angry, didn’t we agree that you would hand over your wife to me?”
“That’s right, but we used different things.”
“Oh! You mean this syringe? There’s nothing wrong with this thing! It’s the same as my things.” He compared the syringe, the toy, and his own things.
"But..."
"How about it? Do you want to learn? Your wife seems to have sadomasochistic tendencies. I'll help you develop them!"
"No need!"
"Don't be shy. Once you taste it, your future sexual life will expand."
"But I don't need to do that."
"Is that so? You really don't appreciate it. Fine, then let's do it this way! Look, your wife is already very excited. I'll insert it right in front of you!" Yaohui stroked Xiumei's snow-white buttocks, which were bound hand and foot and lying on her side, and then untied the ropes from her hands and feet. He continued, "Then I won't be polite."
He spread Xiumei's legs and peeled off the wax stuck to her petals, preparing to insert his erect penis.
"Wait a minute!"
"Why are you so hesitant now? Don't you have Xiaoli too? I think we can all do it together here!" Yaohui had already inserted halfway by this time.
Xiumei, who was embarrassed and covered her face with her hands, let out a cry of "Ah..." and gasped for breath. Meanwhile, Yaohui's waist swayed rhythmically like ocean waves.
He didn't seem like an older man; his waist was strong, and his legs were hairy, stimulating his wife's soft skin and causing Xiumei's expression to change instantly. Sometimes she bit her lips, sometimes she licked them, her eyes closed, her brows slightly furrowed, her legs wrapped around the man's body in excitement. Although her husband was right in front of her, she couldn't care less.
As Minxiong stood there blankly, Yaohui turned around and said, "Ah! This feeling is so good. With such a good wife, I will definitely treat her well. It's wonderful!"
Minxiong felt his legs go weak and sat down.
"You're so pitiful! Is she really your wife?" Xiaoli looked at Minxiong.
"It feels even better because sex is a bottomless pit." Yaohui seemed to be deliberately boasting about his expertise. Then, "Wife, I'm sorry! Let's change to a rear-entry position!" He got up and turned Xiumei's body 180 degrees, making her lie face down.
“Come on, lie down next to your wife!”
“Ah! Me? What am I supposed to do?”
“I’m going to let you experience the ultimate pleasure of sex!”
Yaohui grabbed her beautiful waist and pressed her up, positioning her for the best rear-entry position. From her slender waist, you could see her large, white buttocks.
“It’s too pitiful that your husband can only stand by and watch. You should lie on top of him and give him oral sex.” Yaohui instructed.
Minxiong only then realized what role he was supposed to play. He was startled when he saw his wife’s face completely change.
At this moment, she had an expression of ecstasy during sex. She lay on top of Minxiong, holding his penis, licking it with her pink tongue, and taking it into her mouth. In this position, Yaohui inserted his penis into the cleft of her snow-white buttocks.
At this moment, Minxiong could feel it from his wife’s tongue, which made him unbearably jealous. Although he felt infinite pain from jealousy, his male blood was boiling.
"Ah!" Xiu Mei moaned as she licked, seemingly expressing the pleasure she felt from her petals directly through her licking.
“Excellent, excellent!” she said unconsciously.
“I’ve reached my limit too.” Yaohui said, and Minxiong followed up, “Great, great!”
The geisha Xiaoli, who was watching from the side, also said, “Let me join you!”
So, she brought her petals, covered with thick pubic hair, close to Minxiong’s face. Without any resistance, Minxiong, who seemed to be drunk and confused, opened his mouth and began to suck.
“Boss, knead my breasts!” Xiaoli bent over and took Yaohui’s hand to knead her slightly sagging breasts.
“Boss, you’re really amazing. When did you learn how to have sex with four people?”
Xiaoli’s words woke Minxiong from his dreamlike state. He suspected that Yaohui had planned all of this first. So, who was the sadist and who was the victim?
It seemed that everyone had a sadistic and masochistic fetish, and they were all locked together in a balanced way, like chains. However, Minxiong believed that the act of men and women coming together was the very reason for this sadomasochistic relationship, a powerful, magnetic force that led them to the abyss of climax.
The sixth story, Hibiya's love tale
: "Huiling, what a lovely name. Seeing you reminds me of things from over forty years ago. Back then, I was sitting on a park bench with a young girl like you, talking about love..."
He was a very cultured-looking elderly man with white hair, his face rosy from the setting sun. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were soft, and he seemed to have dentures. Although he smiled, there was a hint of sorrow.
He used an umbrella instead of a cane, wore a raincoat, and his shoes were dusty, like old shoes, but the fabric of his suit was imported, and the collar was narrow, perhaps custom-made a long time ago.
"Where are you from?" I asked the old man.
"Ah! Look at that building, the window on the right-hand side of the tenth floor. I used to work there six years ago."
"Oh..."
"I stopped working there after I retired, and since then I've brought my own lunch to work here every day."
I heard that many people who worked in this area still come to Hidogaya Park frequently after retirement.
"You could stay at home!"
"It's really sad to say, because I can't stay at home, it's too lonely. If I don't come here to breathe some fresh air, I feel like I've lost all interest in life. For us old folks, home is just a temporary dwelling, and we don't interact with our neighbors. It's only here that we have things to remember. By the way, the chair you're sitting on now is where I used to date, but she's gone now, and I've been looking for her ever since."
The old man, looking up at the blue-purple sky, suddenly had tears streaming down his face, which moved me deeply.
"How did that happen..."
"Because of the war, my girlfriend and I broke up. When I saw you, I was shocked because you look so much like her."
I initially thought he was joking, but later, the old man invited me to a nearby restaurant for dinner. That day, I was feeling quite annoyed because of a minor disagreement during our date. However, after having a drink with this wealthy old man, my mood improved considerably.
He said, "It's like time has rewound to over forty years ago. My girlfriend really resembles you. Back then, even though it was during wartime, all the girls dressed so beautifully. Now, you look more and more like my ex-girlfriend. It's like the events of forty years ago have suddenly come back to life." As we drank our after-dinner drinks, he gently held my hand holding the glass.
"What beautiful hands! Not only do you look alike, but your hands look exactly the same—white, delicate, and soft." The wealthy old man stroked my hand with his wrinkled fingers.
His skin was incredibly soft, and when he touched me, I felt a surge of attraction. I had initially thought he was a sexually devoid old man, but the warmth of his skin reminded me of men.
Suddenly, I got goosebumps all over, but this didn't make me feel disgusted or want to leave. At that moment, my inner rhythm shifted, and I deeply understood the anguish of an old man pursuing a woman he longed for, a woman he cherished, a woman he desired, a woman he loved sexually.
"I simply can't accept this as a dream and break up like this. If I could go back to that day more than forty years ago, I'd pay any price. I know this is difficult for you, but I hope you'll stay with me a little longer! Just one night."
Under the candlelight, he held my hand, pleading with me repeatedly, leaving me speechless.
"Ah! I don't know how to keep you company, I really don't know."
I'm a college girl, and I've been with many men; I'm not easily surprised by small things. But he's an old man. Does he just want me to keep him company, or does he want my body? I really don't know.
"You really look a lot like my girlfriend from back then. Can you recreate what happened that night for me?"
"But what was your relationship with her at that time?"
"We started by drinking together, and then..."
"And then where did we go?"
"A hotel."
"A hotel? A love hotel?"
"You could say that. After graduating from university, I worked in a building in front of the park. Later, I was drafted into the navy, and to say goodbye to my girlfriend, we agreed to spend the night together." "
And then, what happened between you two..."
"After that, I was sent to Southeast Asia, and I never saw her again. Later, I heard that she was killed in an air raid."
I felt this was too much of a coincidence, but that was forty years ago, and whether it was true or not, it had nothing to do with me. I kept thinking about how much money this old man would give me if I accompanied him.
"So, you mean you want me to go to the hotel with you?"
"If you're willing."
"But..."
I was hesitating.
“You’re a student, and I’m an old man, but I understand. Please accept this.” He stuffed the contents of the envelope into the pocket of my red shirt.
“Ah! What is this?”
“It’s alright, it’s alright, I won’t force you. I’m already happy just to have you here.”
I figured the envelope must contain money. Although he kept praising me, he was still a man, and money was money, praise aside.
“If I can help you relive your past dreams, I’m willing to help you.”
To earn money to act as a lover, my previous partners were middle-aged men, but this was the first time with a seventy-year-old man. I was very curious about this, and although it was our first meeting, he didn’t make me feel uneasy.
“I’m willing to relive my past dreams with you, sir.” And so, we decided to go to the hotel.
Before going, I went to the restroom to check the contents of the envelope. It contained 100,000 yuan. This amount of money was undeniable. Before this old man, I had been on a date with a college student, and I hadn’t taken his money. From entering the hotel to leaving, the arrangements were always the same.
Upon entering the room, I was urged to shower together, followed by caresses. Back then, the quality of service depended on the amount of money paid; afterward, I'd get up, shower, and go home. However, tonight, with the elderly man, the old methods might not be suitable.
We arrived at a love hotel in town, where there were suites. The elderly man took off his shirt and changed into a bathrobe.
“Well, why don’t you rest a bit?” he continued. “You must be embarrassed! If you are, I’ll go to the room over there.”
He disappeared into the next room, and reappeared after I changed my clothes.
“Well… let’s have a cup of tea first!” So we sat down around the table.
He sat very upright, so I couldn’t just sit anywhere. He solemnly took out the tea set and poured tea. He took a sip.
“This tea isn’t good.” He put the teacup back.
“I’m really sorry to have you keep an old man like me company. But tonight, I really hope you can let me relive my old dreams.”
“It’s alright, old man.”
He held my hand and said, “From now on, you can call me Caifa. I’m going back to forty years ago.” He suddenly straightened his chest, as if to energize himself, and took a deep breath.
“Meida!” he called me by that name.
“Huh?” I looked at him strangely.
“My first love’s name was Meidai, so you’ll use that name tonight.” He said very seriously.
His earnestness touched me deeply. Nearly seventy years old, he spoke only his girlfriend's name, yet his voice trembled.
"I know, I am Mei Dai, Cai Fa."
After gesturing several times with his prominent Adam's apple, the old man said, "I'm leaving tomorrow, let's get married!" He suddenly grasped my hand.
I was momentarily speechless. While I was still stunned, he pulled my hand to his, cupped my cheek, and rubbed it against mine.
"I will definitely come back, I will never die, so you must wait for me, please."
His bony hands gripped me tightly, causing me pain, his rough cheek pressed against mine, and he said, "I've never been with a woman before, and I know it's wrong to ask you before marriage, but no matter what, I want you, please forgive me."
He pushed me down onto the tatami mat, lay on top of me, and pressed his lips to mine. Although I felt awkward, I accepted.
Because he wore dentures, his gums were hard, making the kiss difficult. I found it ridiculous, but…
“Mei Dai… Mei Dai.”
His voice was mournful, as if he were about to go to war, so I dared not laugh. Instead, I hugged him tightly from below.
His hands began to gently caress my waist and legs.
“I want to keep everything about you in my mind, and then go to war, so that I can be with you day and night.” Then, he slipped his hand inside my yukata.
To be honest, although I had known many men, I had never heard anyone say such passionate words to me. I knew this was just an act, but I still listened to him intently. So, when his hand touched my underwear, I did not resist. Perhaps the Mei Dai he was pursuing was the same.
He touched my bulging triangle area, then opened my bra and caressed my breasts. I kept my eyes closed, letting him caress me as he pleased.
“Ah! Such beautiful breasts, I will remember them forever.” He then sucked on my nipple with his lips.
At that moment, I suddenly felt a strange sensation. Perhaps it was because he had removed his dentures, making me experience the feeling of gums biting for the first time, like a baby's mouth. I finally couldn't help but cry out.
"Ah!"
He was inside my bathrobe, trying to pull down my underwear.
"Let me take a shower first!" I finally came back to reality and said.
"Why?" he asked.
"I want to wash myself clean."
"You're already clean. I want to know the smell of your sweat, your body, and your hair. You don't need to wash."
But I still felt something was off. My body still contained the fluids of my ex-boyfriend. That boy was a college student I met on the beach this summer. I heard he was the son of a company's general manager.
We met at a coffee shop and then went straight to a nearby hotel. After about two hours of dating, after he had done whatever he wanted to me, he still made me say, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
These feelings were one-sided; I felt no pain or discomfort, only a desire for relief. Actually, deep down, I was still hoping he would propose to me.
After the breakup, I met this old man. It felt like divine intervention, so I didn't want to treat him professionally. I was willing to do what he wanted to satisfy him.
He lifted my yukata and, with his toothless mouth, began to suck and nibble along the inside of my thighs.
On the tatami mat, I endured it all; that part of me must have been emitting a sweet scent. He didn't seem disgusted; instead, he licked it tenderly with his tongue.
I thought that forty years ago, he was about the same age as my ex-boyfriend. Therefore, I compared this old man, Caifa, to my boyfriend, Zhiming.
At first, Zhiming was very docile towards me, but later, perhaps because he had another girlfriend, he became cold and rude. Today, I brought up marriage with him, and he said he had never thought about it.
"You've done what it's like to be someone's lover," he said critically.
Because I had mentioned this to him before, if he truly loved me, it shouldn't be a problem. He's from Sendai, and his father bought him an apartment worth 40 million yen. He was a good match for me, but if it didn't work out, I'd have to find someone else.
"Come on, let me help you bathe." The old man suddenly picked me up.
"Ah! You don't need to carry me!" I was afraid he couldn't lift me.
"It's alright, I still have the strength to carry girls."
His mouth was pointed like a monkey's. He took off his bathrobe in the bathroom and held me like a precious treasure, placing me in the bathtub. He even filled the tub with water.
"Such a beautiful body, like Venus—like a goddess suddenly appearing in a seashell in the universe."
In the clear, warm water, he looked at me as if I were a small fish in a sink. Then, he caressed my breasts, abdomen, thighs, and even my toes in the warm water.
"Indeed, a feast for the eyes. Let me wash every corner of your body!"
"Okay!" I answered hastily.
"Thank you! I don't want soap, towels, or sponges; I want to use something else instead, is that alright?" he said.
"Okay!"
He took my wrist and rubbed it against his cheek as if to express his gratitude. Suddenly he put my index finger in his mouth, which was only covered by gums, and gently bit it, then sucked on it. He was sucking on my finger like a baby.
What was he going to do? I wondered with my eyes closed. He not only sucked on my finger, but also on the spaces between my fingers, and he licked each finger very carefully.
At first, I got goosebumps and found it boring. Then he licked my right hand and then my left, carefully licking all five fingers, then from my shoulder to my arm, biting and licking with his teeth. After cleaning both hands, he moved on to my head. Only then did I begin to feel a strange sensation.
The initial goosebumps slowly seeped through my skin to my eyes, then concentrated in my blood, warming my body and making me feel hot. As the sensation moved from my head to my breasts, my body naturally floated back to the surface, awaiting his caresses. The intense stimulation of my breasts was a feeling I had never experienced before, and at the same time, my lower body warmed up, and I felt my uterus vibrating.
He supported my body with both hands, keeping me afloat, and carefully licked my skin, then moved to my lower abdomen. Just before touching my clitoris, it was as if a train was changing tracks, moving to my right thigh, biting and licking the elastic thigh, all the way to my toes.
Licking my toes, he did it just like he licked my fingers, carefully licking and biting each one, finishing my right foot and then my left, repeating the same movements, moving from my toes to my groin. This time, I was sure he would lick the already warm petals, but instead, he turned my body over, repeating the same movements from my back to my buttocks, leaving only the petals and the surrounding cleft.
"How do you feel?"
"It's wonderful! I feel like I'm floating on air, almost numb." Indeed, I felt like I was sitting on a cloud, on a vacation.
"We'll stop here." Suddenly, the old man said.
"Ah! Why only here?"
"Yes, it ends here." The old man said resolutely.
"Why only here?" I asked, still floating in my dream.
"Forty years ago, my relationship with my girlfriend ended there."
"So, your relationship with your girlfriend ended like that?"
"Yes."
"At that time, she was still a virgin. I didn't want to take her virginity. If I died, it would be a huge burden for her. I loved her, so I couldn't do something so cruel. I told her, 'You've given me so much. I've poured everything of you into my body so I can go to war.' But she said, 'No, I came here wanting to give you everything.' I said, 'I can die for you, but I can't guarantee I'll come back alive. If I take your virginity, it will be a burden for you for life, so I absolutely cannot do that.'" "
So, what did she say?"
"She grabbed me and hugged me."
"If it were me, I wouldn't want you to do that either, because giving up halfway is painful."
"At the time, I didn't understand women very well, so I doubted what I was doing was wrong."
"You're so naive. That's when men act. Women are pragmatic."
"Really?" He looked at me sadly, then said, "Then, may I take a bath with you here?" He asked for my permission.
Although I told him it was time to show his love and called him foolish, I actually felt sorry for the old man. Compared to my boyfriend, Zhiming, he was worlds apart. If Zhiming had said these words to me, I wouldn't know how to answer him. But I would never let him go to the battlefield to serve in the army, because I would definitely regret it.
"You really remind me of my ex-girlfriend."
"Okay! Then continue what you wanted to do forty years ago!"
"I didn't continue, but when I was on the battlefield, I thought a lot about continuing things."
"Then continue!"
"Thank you, then I'll treat you as my girlfriend, don't say anything." The old man, Caifa, hugged me tightly in the bathtub and said. "
Can I ask you to stand on the edge of the bathtub?" he said a little nervously.
"Ah! What are you going to do?"
"Anyway..."
"I feel weird..."
But I still did as he asked and stood on the edge of the bathtub. Then, he pressed his head against the edge of the bathtub and looked up at me.
"Kneel down on my face now!"
"What are you going to do?" I asked him.
"Please, this is something I've thought about seriously."
Seeing his tearful expression, I was deeply moved. My body was aroused by his caresses, so I did as he asked.
I knelt down on his face, and because I was unsteady, I held onto the shower stand and slowly squatted down. Although it was embarrassing, my body was already hot with excitement, and I wanted to know what he was going to do.
He said, "This way she won't get pregnant. If I had done this back then, I wouldn't have had to worry about her getting pregnant." Then, he stuck out his tongue from below and, with his toothless mouth, sucked on my vulva like a seashell.
It felt like the same things were combining, because a woman's genitals and his toothless mouth were very similar. Like octopus suckers attracting each other, suddenly a vacuum was created. At this moment, his tongue went in, licking the mucous membrane of my vulva and clitoris, and skillfully licking up and down.
His rapid breathing, exhaling through his nostrils, filled the air as his hand caressed my anus. I couldn't help but let out loud moans. "Mmm! Ah..."
I had never even considered this kind of sex before; I wondered if it was really sex. But the movements of his tongue and his fingers attacking my anus made my whole body vibrate like a fireball.
"Great, so great..."
To maintain my balance, I gripped the shower hose, my whole body trembling. It felt like the suffocating tension of an astronaut launching into space.
"Ah! I'm coming!"
I cried out, slipping and falling into the bathtub, landing on top of him. I desperately grabbed his penis, trying to guide it in. But it was so small, like a snail hiding in a clam shell. He
said, his eyes brimming with tears, "Thank you. You've made it possible for me to do what I couldn't do when I was young. I don't know how to thank you enough..." He kissed my lips.
"Did you really want to do something like this forty years ago?" I asked, stroking his cheeks.
"Yes," he replied. Then, as if he had no regrets, he stood up.
When we parted, I wanted to see him again, so I asked, "Uncle, where do you live?"
"I live here." He took a business card from his pocket and gave it to me.
The address on the card was at a well-known hospital in the suburbs that specialized in treating elderly people with dementia.
Even now, I don't think he was a demented person; I think he might have regained his memory.
The Seventh Chapter: The Taste of Sex -
Forest Reimi, age 24, married for five years, blood type AB, Aquarius. After marriage, I haven't had sex with any man other than my husband; I'm a typical model wife. Until we met again with the man who took my virginity…
Naoki suddenly called and asked me to meet. Without thinking, I went. I never expected that after this meeting, I would become a wanton woman. The unexpected finally happened; I was trapped in worldly desires and couldn't extricate myself.
"Reimi, after so many years apart, you look exactly the same as before, without any change. Time hasn't left a mark on your face."
What did his words mean? He was my first love, and we only met again today after six years. If I said that our reunion was just about having coffee and chatting, I don't think you would believe me.
Naoki's words were cryptic, and driven by curiosity, I wanted to get the answer from him. Six years had passed since I gave him my most precious virginity; I wondered how he was doing, what he was doing now. Although I was now a wife, seeing him brought back memories of the past…
The scene of losing my virginity to him flashed before my eyes; Naoki was a man I both hated and loved. When I gave him my precious virginity, a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen. Yet, deep inside, joy surged; I experienced that unforgettable moment with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.
However, after he had my body, he wasn't happy; instead,
he seemed lonely and melancholic. "Rimi, I'm very disappointed in you. After so many years of marriage, you still know so little about men, and your lack of knowledge about sex is laughable."
He was referring to my relationship with my husband; besides him, Naoki was the only man I had sexual relations with. Moreover, my husband and I also had normal sexual relations; why would he spout such nonsense?
What exactly did he mean by "sexual relations"? If he wasn't confident, why would he say such lecturing words to me? Yes! I can't back down; I absolutely have to get to the bottom of this and understand the truth. Despite his sarcastic and indifferent attitude.
"Naoki! Have you gained a lot during our separation? We're old friends now. Since you've already told me what's wrong, you should tell me the crux of the problem. Please! Don't leave me guessing. Just tell me honestly what you did wrong."
"Please tell me my problem. I want to hear your advice. What's wrong with our relationship and our lovemaking?"
He remained silent, and his attitude made me extremely anxious. He was my first love; he wouldn't speak to me lightly. We've finally reunited; since we have things on our minds, we should analyze them clearly and explain them to each other.
"No! Naoki! Tell me why. Please..."
Could it be that I'm a woman who doesn't understand "sexual interest"? Naoki, as a man, understood his husband's inner feelings, and he uttered a cry of injustice on his behalf...
"Suck his penis with your mouth! Deeper... Squeeze tighter... No... Bite gently with your teeth..."
My head was buried between his legs, my mouth sucking his penis inside. The man told me the key points of sucking it, his penis slowly entering deep inside, reaching the knot in my throat. I had reached the point where I couldn't taste anything, my mouth became numb and tasteless. I didn't like the feeling, and a sense of resistance rose in my heart.
"Rimi! I know you don't like blowjobs, you've already developed an aversion to 'it'. I'm a man, and no man doesn't enjoy the pleasure of a woman giving a blowjob to a man's 'guy'. If you don't like this, aren't you forgetting your duties? Don't you feel ashamed as a wife?"
He kept circling this topic, and I really didn't want this kind of thing. I also had to lick his "scrotum," and even his anus couldn't be spared. My mind was filled with resistance and I didn't want it.
The anus is such a filthy excretory organ, yet I'm supposed to be intoxicated and excited by sucking it? Aren't I just a woman with no sense of hygiene? His words made me feel worthless, devoid of any interest, as if I were some naive girl who didn't understand the true pleasure of sex.
Although I had a thousand reasons not to, the words stuck in my throat. I wondered if he understood or not. Blowjobs were already dirty enough, yet he wanted me to lick and tease his anus, doing something so shameful. Did he think I was a wanton and promiscuous woman, and that he liked to see me as a slut?
But! During the sucking and the wandering movements, I felt no arousal or sensation. How could I possibly be slutty?
"Good! Keep going... the tip of your tongue... go in, relax... don't rush. Yes..."
"Mmm... getting into the swing of things... harder... faster... delicious... isn't it? Limei really knows her stuff... I want to lick your pussy too... put it on my face... faster..."
Oh my god! Could it be that he mistook me for a prostitute? Naoki actually wanted to suck my cunt, that filthy cunt, and he wanted to suck that place with his mouth? It wasn't just going too far, it was absolutely insane. Humans are higher animals; how could we be as heartless and shameless as beasts, devouring cunts?
Although we've been apart for many years, I still vividly remember his penis. The current "it" is truly incomparable to its former glory; its thickness and length surpass its former prowess. Perhaps today's "it" is its true color.
Six years! During this long period, "it" has remained forever etched in my mind. Only today is its appearance completely different, and today I'm sucking it with my mouth. This unforgettable "thing" is right before my eyes, throbbing with power. I was initially reluctant, but seeing the results of my efforts, I couldn't help but feel smug.
"Come here quickly, your cunt is pressed against my face," he urged.
"Come up here quickly, I'll suck your pussy with my mouth... Come here quickly, you need to feel pleasure."
Enticed by him, I finally mustered up my courage and brought my filthy pussy to my lips. My shyness gradually disappeared, and my pussy gushed out a lot of lustful fluid as he teased it. I held his penis, and my lips occasionally stroked around the glans. My whole body was itchy, and my desire was burning. I knew that I had entered a state of high excitement.
Following his instructions, I held his penis and aimed it at my pussy, slowly inserting it. Fear and timidity haunted me, and I only gently inserted it, not daring to sink my buttocks all the way down.
"Yes... like that. Now twist your waist, and sink your buttocks all the way down... rotate your buttocks left and right."
"A little harder... relax and don't be nervous, you touched it... rock... up and down, left and right... waist... not the whole body... faster..."
After his corrections, my movements became much smoother. My pussy, which was originally a calm lake, became boiling. My waist twisted like a snake, and my pleasure was endless. I experienced the joy of fucking.
Like a prostitute, I desperately unleashed my wild passion, whether it was all innate or not.
The penis displayed its prowess, the wetness ecstatic.
Without the woman-on-top position, I knew not its pleasure. Only after experiencing this delicious treat did I understand why Naoki called me a "frog in a well."
It turns out that sex isn't just a perfunctory act, but a supreme pleasure derived from it by both partners. My buttocks throbbed, my waist moved deftly. My wetness felt intensely hungry, the penis controlling my entire being.
Each time the glans touched my clitoris, I felt as if I were floating in heaven. My wetness was restless, making a "squeak..." sound as it entered and exited, even blowing out white foam that scattered with my joyful heart.
This sexual adventure was even more impactful than when he first deflowered me. After this lesson, my wetness's lustful instincts were finally unleashed without hesitation.
"Ah...so beautiful...come on top...push...so good...shoot inside...I want your hot spring...flowing inside."
I wasn't worried about getting pregnant. My husband always wore condoms during sex, just in case. From this moment on, I felt it was an indispensable source of pleasure, and I wanted to experience this unforgettable thrill.
Besides, I was married and a wife; pregnancy was a necessary process for a woman. If I accidentally "got pregnant" with his child, I would accept it calmly.
My mind was relaxed and free of any burden, and I was filled with joy and satisfaction. I wanted his thick semen to gush into my wetness, to fully enjoy this belated spring, and I would never regret my decision.
"Oh...so beautiful...Limei's pussy...so tight...my penis feels so good inside...so good...I'm going to...come..."
"Mmm...you're so good at fucking my pussy...harder...push against my clitoris...give me...give me...hot semen...I want you to give me...lots...shoot in as much as you want...my pussy needs...lubrication..."
My mind was blank, only my joyful heart was soaring. I knew that the climax had reached its peak, and I eagerly awaited its arrival.
"So comfortable! This is what beastly behavior is all about! I'm satisfied with this fucking, give it to me... give it to me, give me the fountain of pleasure..."
"I'm about to ejaculate... I like you more and more, your beauty and charm are dazzling, I both love and pity you. You are now a wife, and as a wife, you should unleash your lustful instincts to make a man enjoy the greatest pleasure during fucking. Lust should be expressed without reservation."
Did her husband do this with other women? Did his past ignorance satisfy him, or did he experience this pleasure with other women? She had indeed wronged him too much in the past, never opening her heart to serve his sexual desires.
"No! I don't want it pulled out, inside... I want it... Naoki... I want it to continue... watering... my wet hole."
"What's wrong with whatever you want? Reimi has already experienced the pleasure of being a woman, but that's not all. There are many tricks to fucking, and I'll use one to help you stop the itch. You can taste a new flavor!"
After he finished speaking, he moved his body behind me, and my buttocks were raised high, my wet hole and anus a captivating sight for him. At this moment, I had lost all restraint and no sense of shame.
Only fucking was what I desperately needed. When I made love with my husband, it was always the missionary position. Now I was trying a new way of fucking, a position that looked just like dog sex.
But the doggy style brought my heart into another world of pleasure, even more so than before. I twisted wildly, moaning incessantly.
"Oh...so good...harder...your big cock is so good inside my wet pussy...it's killing me...faster...harder...deeper...my ass feels so good too...touch...my breasts...harder...so good..."
For three hours, we made love without rest. A surge of pleasure coursed through my body, making me feel like I was floating on air, completely intoxicated. "No pain, no gain," as the saying goes. This sudden, intense fucking finally made me understand the importance of sex.
What started as a casual reunion over coffee had become an unbearable experience; I experienced the true pleasure of sex.
From then on, my heart was in turmoil. My wet pussy constantly craved its deliciousness. Without him, I lost my appetite and couldn't eat or drink. Thankfully, he agreed to my request and would come two or three times a week to soothe my itching.
He worked in medical equipment promotion, and his clients happened to live in my area. This convenient location was the only way to calm my itching and arousal.
The vagina needs to be soothed, and firstly, the man's penis needs to be enlarged. Then, the woman must suck on the "tool" to make it display its heroic nature. Therefore, an active approach is necessary to achieve the desired result.
I took the man's words to heart. I became lewd and addicted to sex. When I went on dates with him, I wore short skirts with nothing underneath.
“Naoki! Look at me, I deliberately didn’t wear panties so it would be easier for you to insert them. This way you’ll save yourself a lot of trouble and won’t have to go through the trouble of taking them off. And when your pussy is stimulated, you can see it at a glance. Your pussy is all wet, so please put your ‘thing’ in… to relieve the itch…”
I’ve become so lewd that I seize every opportunity. He stopped the car, and I couldn’t wait to rip off his zipper and take out his little guy. I sucked on it until it was swollen and hard before letting go. Then I quickly lifted my skirt, and my pussy was aimed at his penis, swallowing it all the way in…
Passersby saw my “sexually” eager appearance and stopped to peek at my eroticism. I wasn’t affected by the stares of strangers. On the contrary, I became even more crazy and lewd, and my pussy writhed even more intensely.
(Look! Open your eyes wide and look closely! You're a bunch of ignorant humans, you just don't know how to enjoy this kind of pleasure. He's my first love, the lucky man who took my virginity.)
Thinking of my blissful moment, my wanton nature rises with excitement. He's my lover, "it" is my source of joy. Women always need to be loved, and now I'm firmly loved by him. We're nestled close together; there's no greater happiness for a woman than this.
=== The End ===

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