Retirement and being cuckolded

Old Zhang, carrying his things, walked out of the office building, completely ignoring Zhou Wei's

attempts to pull him away. "Zhang Ke, you're really quitting? Just like that, you're leaving?"

"Yeah, I'm quitting. Like Pigsy throwing a tantrum, I'm not serving the 'monkey' anymore." "Look at you, always so hot-tempered, how can this be?" "What? Just because she's angry, I can't say a word? Do you think I'm her kept man?" "Keep your voice down. Weren't we both angry just now? Your shouting only makes things worse." Saying this, Zhou Wei dragged Old Zhang to the side of the road.

"Make things better? I'm going to report her to the higher-ups!"

"Zhang Ke, you've been in this office for so many years, how come you're still acting like this?" "What do you mean?" Old Zhang looked at Zhou Wei, puzzled.

"Where are you going to sue? What are you going to sue for? Do you have any evidence?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. They were doing that. Didn't you see it too?" "Yes, yes, I saw it too. But who would believe us if we told them? Officials always have two mouths, and they'll protect each other. Who will speak up for us?" Seeing that Old Zhang didn't speak, Zhou Wei continued, "Even if the higher-ups believe it, so what? Nobody cares about those who keep mistresses. Who has time to care about the private life of a single bureau chief?" "What kind of world is this?" Old Zhang said angrily.

"Go back. The bureau chief didn't say anything too serious. Talk to him nicely, and this matter will be over." "Go back? I'm not going back. I'll go lick her ass." "Look at what you're saying..."

Old Zhang didn't expect to say such a thing. He blushed and picked up his bag, walking across the street.

"Section Chief, where are you going?"

"Home!" Looking at Old Zhang's back, Zhou Wei smiled meaningfully.

Back home, Old Zhang slumped onto the sofa, feeling utterly dejected. A morning of anticipation had turned into an unexpected noon; a section chief had become an unemployed bum. The changes in his life had exceeded his wildest imagination. Was this his fate? He didn't care; he didn't care. Compared to all this, how to face his wife was what truly troubled him.

Old Zhang glanced at the wedding photo on the wall. His beautiful wife nestled in his arms, gazing at him with a happy expression. He couldn't help but sigh. This home was his entire life. He had originally planned to move to a bigger house after his promotion, then have a child soon, a happy family. But now everything had fallen through. How could he tell his wife? How could he shoulder this happiness?

"So frustrating, so frustrating. Looks like I'll have to show off my cooking tonight, prepare some good dishes, and set the mood." With that thought, Old Zhang began to busy himself. He went to the market, bought groceries, tidied up, and prepared everything. After everything was ready, he looked at the clock and it was almost four o'clock. He picked up the phone and dialed a number, but the phone rang for a long time without being answered. Old Zhang dialed again, looking at his wife in the photo, thinking, "She's so busy, why isn't she answering the phone?" The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered.

"Hello, it's me. What are you busy with? Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"Ah... something came up... phew... I'm too busy."

"Why are you so tired? What are you doing?"

"Nothing, nothing. Oh, I rushed to answer the phone and ran a few steps. What's wrong?" "Oh, nothing urgent. I just wanted to tell you that I made you something delicious. Come home early after work. I'm waiting for you to eat." "Okay, I'll go home after work."

"Okay, then you go ahead and do your work." After hanging up, Lao Zhang thought, "This silly wife of mine, why doesn't she ask why she's home so early? She's probably too busy to ask. It's better not to ask." Lao Zhang unconsciously walked to the photo and slowly began to caress it. When his hand slid over his wife's buttocks, he paused. A big, round, snow-white buttocks appeared in his mind. He quickly shook his head, thinking, "Looks like I'm going to be with a buttocks today." Liu Qian gripped Zhou Wei's penis tightly with one hand, blocking it from her vagina, and turned off her phone with the other.

She was indeed very busy. Zhou Wei seemed to be on steroids, having been relentlessly fucking her for over half an hour. It was only thanks to Lao Zhang's call that she was able to catch her breath.

"Are you trying to kill me? Aren't you afraid he'll hear?" Liu Qian complained, gripping his penis tightly.

"What are you afraid of? What did Lao Zhang say?"

"Nothing, just told me to go home for dinner early."

"Oh, let go, you're practically catching the flu now, keep going." "I won't let go, you've made it all swollen." "Swelling is good, it provides friction, feels good." Seeing that Liu Qian wouldn't let go, Zhou Wei started thrusting his hips, using the remaining vaginal fluid on his penis to masturbate in Liu Qian's hand.

"What are you doing? You didn't go to work this afternoon and called me here, and you keep going on and on, stop!" "I missed you, look how hard it is, that's how sincere I am." "Wait, why is Lao Zhang home too? What happened to you two?" Liu Qian stared at Zhou Wei and asked.

"Hehe, your dad quit his job," Zhou Wei said, fiddling with Liu Qian's nipples.

"What did you say? Old Zhang quit! What happened?"

"Then take your hand off. This needs to be discussed privately. Show some sincerity." Liu Qian had no choice but to let go. Zhou Wei leaned down and kissed her vulva twice, then slowly pushed his penis inside.

"Hmm...you should talk now."

"So concerned about your dad!" Zhou Wei teased as he thrust.

"Quick...say...slower...slower..."

"Heh, do you want it quick or slow?" Liu Qian slapped Zhou Wei in annoyance.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me. It's nothing. Today we just happened to run into the director and her secretary doing business at the bureau. Afterwards, Old Zhang and the director clashed, exchanged a few words, and Old Zhang got angry and quit." "What? Hmm...you...speak properly. What business did you have to...quit?" "Business, this is it." With that, Zhou Wei thrust hard twice.

"Ah...ah...it hurts so much...it hurts!"

"Hehe, I have to say, your old Zhang is really something, slamming his fist on the table and yelling at the bureau chief, I never expected that." "What did you expect? Why didn't you try to persuade him? Your bureau chief is really something..." Liu Qian said, ignoring Zhou Wei who was still engrossed in his work, she lifted her legs and rolled over to lie on her side on the

edge of the bed. His little brother, which had just warmed up, was thrown out again, making Zhou Wei feel very uncomfortable. He leaned over, hugged Liu Qian from behind, and fiddled with her hair, saying, "What's wrong, are you angry?" Seeing that Liu Qian didn't answer, Zhou Wei sat up and continued, "Hey, I just don't understand, he's old, broke, and stubborn, and after all these years he's still just a section chief, oh right, now even section chiefs are gone, how did you ever fall for him?" "He's a good person, and he's very good to me." Liu Qian buried her head in her arms and murmured.

"I'm good to you too, but what's the use of being good? Does he even know how to live? It's all because I pamper you. You don't really want to spend your life with him, do you?" Zhou Wei turned Liu Qian around and started kneading her breasts.

"If I break up with him, will I stay with you?" Liu Qian asked casually.

Zhou Wei paused for a moment, then continued kneading, grinning, "Sure, then I can pamper you every day, pamper you properly." "Then forget it, okay, okay, stop, I should go back." "No way, I haven't finished yet, I'll suffocate." Zhou Wei quickly pressed down on Liu Qian, who was trying to get up.

"Ouch, you're hurting me."

"Baby, sweetie, let me tell you a text message. So, on the bus, a pretty girl was harassed by a pervert. Unable to bear it any longer, she turned around and yelled: 'What are you doing here?' The whole bus was silent. The pervert was stunned. After two seconds of silence, he timidly said: 'One...hehe.'" "Hmph, all you know is how to talk, all that sweet talk."

"I'm not just using my mouth, I'm giving it my all. Let's do it a little longer, are you really going to make me feel pent up?" "Annoying, get up first, you're pressing down on me so much." Upon hearing this, Zhou Wei quickly rolled off Liu Qian, lay on his back on the bed, stroked his penis a few times, and slapped his thigh, saying, "Come on, Madam, please get in the sedan chair." Liu Qian straddled Zhou Wei and

grabbed his penis, saying, "You're just being cheeky, hurry up, I really have to go back." Zhou Wei nodded eagerly. Liu Qian knelt up and adjusted her position, using two fingers to spread her labia and insert the glans into her vagina. She leaned back, placed her hands on Zhou Wei's legs, and slowly swayed her hips up and down, the penis sinking deeper and deeper with each movement.

Liu Qian's labia minora were very small, sandwiched between her labia majora and the penis, like strawberry jam between pieces of bread, squeezed out when she exerted force and retracted when she released it. Her clitoris was erect, like a virgin who had been stripped naked, trembling shyly. Zhou Wei squinted, enjoying everything before him.

After a few minutes, Liu Qian seemed to have gotten used to it, and straightened up, moving vigorously up and down. The suction when she withdrew and the collision when she penetrated made Zhou Wei's breathing quicken. He sat up, looking straight at Liu Qian. Her breasts weren't large, but they were full, with a small nipple slightly upturned on her light red areola. The two small mounds trembled slightly with her body, and a sparse patch of pubic hair clung to her smooth abdomen. With the swaying of her waist, some love juice splashed out from below.

"What...are you looking at!" Liu Qian pouted.

"You're so beautiful..." Zhou Wei replied softly.

Actually, beauty is a different standard for everyone. Zhou Wei had seen many women more beautiful and sexy than Liu Qian, but when he first saw Liu Qian, she still caught his eye. Especially when he mistook her for Old Zhang's daughter and went up to greet her, Liu Qian lowered her head, pursed her lips, and looked shy like a young girl, which really made his heart flutter.

At this moment, Liu Qian before him exuded even more femininity. Her oval face was flushed slightly, her smiling eyes seemed somewhat dreamy, and her thin lips were slightly parted beneath her delicate nose. Most captivating was the small black mole on her cheek, which, though small, added a unique charm. "Is it comfortable?" Zhou Wei pulled Liu Qian close, and the two pressed tightly together.

"Mmm..." Liu Qian was somewhat aroused. Although her labia were a little swollen and sore, the fullness and stimulation within her body brought her even more pleasure.

Liu Qian couldn't recall the process of their first time having sex; she only heard it from Zhou Wei afterward. But the second time was consensual, and it had continued until now. She knew in her heart that Zhou Wei would only use sweet words to deceive her and would never give her any promises, but she just liked hearing it, liked Zhou Wei taking her out from time to time, giving her small gifts to surprise her, and then taking her back to bed for a life of pleasure. Afterward, Liu Qian cursed herself for being promiscuous and indulgent, but apart from that, life for her was nothing but blandness, like a stagnant pool.

"Baby, let's go somewhere else, I want to cum." Zhou Wei pulled Liu Qian to the dining table in the outer room, pushed the things on the table aside, made Liu Qian lean over the table, rubbed his opening against it, and then thrust in again.

"Mmm... ah..." Liu Qian hummed softly, her face turned to the side. Looking at the breasts squeezed out by the table, Zhou Wei began to thrust wildly, his hands kneading Liu Qian's buttocks hard. The slapping sounds stopped after Zhou Wei's roar, and the only sound in the room was the two of them breathing heavily.

After resting for a while, Liu Qian propped herself up and ran into the bathroom. Zhou Wei stretched and went over, leaning against the doorway and looking around. He saw Liu Qian squatting over a small basin, spreading her labia with one hand and splashing water with the other, constantly rinsing her vulva. Some white, flocculent substances floated on the surface of the water.

"Tender red, huh? That's not clean enough. Let me wash it for you." Zhou Wei squatted down and said with a grin, peeking out.

"Go away, get up, stop looking, and stop making sarcastic remarks. I won't let you ejaculate inside next time." Liu Qian blushed and pushed Zhou Wei away, pouring water into the toilet.

"Fine, next time I'll feed it to your little mouth."

"Disgusting, look, you're covered in oil. You always like to do it at the dining table, and you never wipe the table. It's so annoying." Liu Qian pouted, wiping her shiny breasts.

Zhou Wei stared at those small breasts, thinking, "This little bit of oil is nothing. The first time I did it, you still had vegetable soup on you. That was real eroticism, all oily and disgusting." "Oh, I'll boil some water for you right now, just rinse it off." "Never mind, it's too late. Old Zhang is still waiting at home." Liu Qian took a towel and went out. Zhou Wei followed behind, and as soon as he entered the bedroom, he pounced on the bed, looking up at Liu Qian getting dressed.

"Help me button it up." Liu Qian bent down to pick up her stockings, her swollen labia pressed between her legs, a sight that made Zhou Wei's heart ache. It was his handiwork. He obediently helped her button it up.

"Qianqian, are you really planning to live like this? He's very good to you, but it's more like a father taking care of his daughter. Do you have love? Your youth will pass in the blink of an eye. Are you willing to stay in that small house with an older man who's more than ten years older than you, living the same monotonous life?" Liu Qian sighed and said, "At least he's someone I can rely on." "No one is truly reliable. Only you are truly good to yourself. What others give and help you are just bubbles. What you hold in your own hands is real." This was Zhou Wei's inner monologue. He didn't know why he was saying this to Liu Qian. Maybe it was because he really liked this woman.

Liu Qian didn't answer. She silently put on her clothes, picked up her purse, and said to Zhou Wei, "I'm leaving." "When will I see you again?" Zhou Wei saw Liu Qian to the door.

"Let's keep in touch by phone."

Back in his room, Zhou Wei grabbed a can of beer and leaned against the windowsill, gazing into the distance. He felt his words had hurt Liu Qian. He squinted and drew a circle on the windowpane, inside which was a small red building—Liu Qian and Lao Zhang's home.

Liu Qian walked awkwardly, her underwear rubbing against her lower body with a slight pain. Zhou Wei's words echoed in her mind, and her heart grew increasingly chaotic. She had known Lao Zhang for many years. When she was in college, Lao Zhang was her benefactor, not only providing her tuition but also taking care of her family. Back then, Liu Qian refused to date, finding those boys too immature and insecure.

After graduation, she chose to marry Lao Zhang, not to repay a debt of gratitude, but because she felt she could rely on him and live a stable life. But now, Liu Qian's heart was no longer satisfied. Lao Zhang had resigned. Should this kind of life continue?

Standing at her door, Liu Qian was unsure whether to be angry or silent. After a moment's hesitation, she unlocked the door.

"You're back."

"Yeah."

"I'll start cooking now, it'll be ready soon." Old Zhang, wearing an apron

, went into the kitchen. "Why are you back so early today?" Liu Qian put her bag on the sofa and asked, pretending to be curious.

"Oh... well... let's eat first, we'll talk after we finish."

"Then I'll go take a shower first."

Liu Qian had just changed into her pajamas when she heard someone knocking on the door. Then Old Zhang shouted loudly from the kitchen, "Xiao Qian, go see who it is." "Coming, coming, who is it?" Liu Qian froze when she opened the door, only to see Zhou Wei smiling at her.

"You, what are you doing here?" Liu Qian asked softly, looking flustered.

"I missed you, 'little brother' wanted to come see you." Zhou Wei patted his crotch.

"Are you crazy..."

"Xiao Qian, who's here? Why don't you come in?"

"Oh, Section Chief, it's me, Zhou Wei. My wife is looking for slippers." Zhou Wei answered first.

"I'm cooking right now, have a seat." Old Zhang shouted from the kitchen.

"You go ahead and do your thing." Zhou Wei squatted down at the door to change his shoes. Looking at Liu Qian's fair and delicate feet, he couldn't help but touch them. Liu Qian was startled, glared at him, and then turned and ran back to the bedroom.

Zhou Wei entered the house with a mischievous grin, glanced at the dining table, and sat down on the sofa, thinking, "This old guy really knows how to cook. Now that the bottom is full, the top should be full too." Old Zhang came out of the kitchen carrying dishes and saw Zhou Wei, laughing, "Hehe, excuse me, a man wearing an apron." "What are you saying? You're a real man now. I'm even a little jealous of your wife." Zhou Wei came over to help with a beaming smile.

"Hehe, haven't eaten yet? Let's eat together."

"We've arrived just in time. This smells so good, you can't stop me from eating." "Xiao Qian, what are you doing? Why didn't you offer to entertain me?" "I'm changing clothes. You guys eat first." Liu Qian called from the bedroom.

"It's alright, we're all family here. Let your wife go ahead with her work."

Old Zhang pulled Zhou Wei down to sit and asked softly, "Why did you decide to come over? Is something wrong?" "Cough, I came to check on you, worried you might be feeling unwell." "These days, people forget you once they're gone. It's very realistic. It's rare that you still came to see me." Old Zhang patted Zhou Wei.

"Look at what you're saying. Haven't you taken care of me these past few years? Putting everything else aside, I've eaten my fill of your food." Zhou Wei said, but in his heart he was thinking, "I've slept with your wife just as much, you just don't know it." Old Zhang smiled, and Zhou Wei asked in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, she doesn't know yet, does she?" "I was just about to tell her, sigh." Old Zhang sighed.

"What are you two whispering about?" Liu Qian came out of the bedroom, her long hair now tied up in a bun on her head. Her face, lightly made up, looked even more gentle and charming. Her breasts stood out prominently under her beige long t-shirt, and her slender legs looked even longer in her black tight pants.

Old Zhang and Zhou Wei both stared blankly for a moment. Zhou Wei quickly looked away, thinking, "Women just love to look good. No matter what the situation, I need to get myself dressed first. Everyone's saying I'm sleeping with you, who can resist?" "Why aren't you saying anything? You're keeping it from me!" Liu Qian said dissatisfiedly. Zhou Wei's sudden outburst had initially startled her, but after calming down in the bedroom, she felt relieved. It was just an act; Zhou Wei would always help her.

"It's nothing, nothing. Sister-in-law, come eat," Zhou Wei replied.

"I resigned. I couldn't stand the director's attitude, so I quit." Seeing his wife sit down, Old Zhang, who had been holding back, finally blurted it out.

"Why did you quit? What happened between you and the director?" Liu Qian asked with concern.

"This can't be blamed on Section Chief Zhang. The director and his secretary were having an affair, and we caught them. The secretary even scolded the section chief, and the director took her side. The section chief quit in anger," Zhou Wei chimed in.

"Really, Lao Zhang?"

"Yeah, I really didn't expect Director Huang to be that kind of person. And that kid Tang Hao, what is he anyway? Just a pretty boy, always so arrogant, damn it." After saying that, Lao Zhang lowered his head. He rarely swore in public, especially in front of his wife.

The room was quiet for a moment. Liu Qian picked up her chopsticks, put a piece of food in Lao Zhang's bowl, and comforted him, "Forget it, if you don't want to work there, you don't have to. Staying there would just mean being at the mercy of others. Don't be angry, eat more." Lao Zhang stared at Liu Qian, not expecting his wife to be so understanding and not blame him at all. He was so moved that tears almost welled up in his eyes. This was a blessing he had accumulated over several lifetimes.

"Section Chief, your wife is really amazing, so virtuous..." Zhou Wei was praising her when Lao Zhang cupped Liu Qian's face in his hands and gave her a big kiss.

"What are you doing? How embarrassing!" This sudden action startled and embarrassed Liu Qian. She couldn't help but think, "What's wrong with someone who never changes positions during sex?" She covered her slightly flushed face and secretly glanced at Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei had a smile on his face, but he felt uneasy inside, especially seeing Liu Qian's embarrassed appearance. He couldn't help but curse inwardly:

"You old bastard, you're trying to be romantic now? You kiss me, damn it." "Sorry for the fuss. Come on, Xiao Zhou, have some food." Old Zhang grinned foolishly.

"I can do it myself, I can do it myself. Look at you two, I'm jealous." "By the way, you should have a couple of drinks. Wait a minute, I'm going to buy some wine." Old Zhang perked up and took off his apron as he spoke.

"Section Chief, I'll go."

"No need, I'll be quick, two minutes, wait a minute." Old Zhang finished speaking and walked out the door excitedly.

Hearing the fading footsteps, Zhou Wei stood up and walked behind Liu Qian, bending down to knead her breasts with both hands.

"Mmm, don't do that, Old Zhang will be back soon." Zhou Wei ignored Liu Qian and whispered in her ear, "Did your dad kiss you just now?" "What? Just..." Before Liu Qian could finish speaking, her lips were sealed with a kiss, a near-frenzied one. Zhou Wei pinched

Liu Qian's cheeks to prevent her from escaping, greedily sucking on her thin lips, wishing he could suck them into his mouth. His rough tongue broke through her lips, and Liu Qian gave up resisting. Their tongues intertwined, sometimes in and out, sometimes locked in a fierce struggle, almost forgetting to breathe.

Zhou Wei sat back down in his chair, wiped his lips, and smiled as he looked at Liu Qian, who was leaning back in her chair panting.

"Are you satisfied now? Did you come all this way just for this?" Liu Qian asked softly.

Zhou Wei didn't answer. He lowered his head, took a paper bag from his pocket, and gently pushed it towards Liu Qian on the table.

"What's this?"

"Lipstick and candy, specially brought for you," Zhou Wei said casually.

Liu Qian picked it up and was about to open it when she heard footsteps outside the door. She quickly tucked the paper bag into her clothes, got up, and went into the kitchen.

"The wine's here, let's drink to our hearts' content today." Old Zhang swaggered in carrying two bottles of baijiu.

"Sure, I'll keep you company."

"Hey, where's your sister-in-law?"

"Here she is. We don't need glasses for drinking." Liu Qian came out of the kitchen with two wine glasses.

"Yes, yes, yes, come on, let's drink."

"You two drink slowly, I'm a little tired, I'll go back to my room first."

"Oh, then you go in first."

Liu Qian nodded to Zhou Wei, turned around, and went back to her room. She sat on the bed, slowly opened the paper bag, and saw that it contained feminine wash and birth control pills. "What candy and lipstick? How could he even think of that? How could a man have the nerve to buy these things?" Liu Qian felt both annoyed and amused.

Time passed, and the bottle of wine was empty. Old Zhang was in high spirits and wanted to open another bottle, but Zhou Wei quickly stepped forward and pulled him back, saying, "Section Chief, don't drink anymore. It's getting late. Let's chat for a while, then I'll leave." "No, Section Chief, Section Chief. From now on, just call me Brother Zhang." "Cough, I'm used to calling you that. Section Chief, you really don't plan to quit?" "Ah, I said I'd quit. I was worried about your sister-in-law, but now that's settled, there's nothing to be afraid of." "So what are you planning to do?" "What can't I do? I'm a hard worker. A living person won't let themselves be held back." "Working these days isn't easy. Besides, are you willing to throw away your job for those worthless people?" "That's just my temperament. Anyway, things have come to this point." Old Zhang raised his head and said.

"Section Chief, after you left at noon, I went to talk to the Director again. She said everyone's in a bad mood, so she wants you to rest for a while and we can talk about it later." "What else is there to say? Is it really necessary?"

"Tsk, just don't be so stubborn. Just consider it a rest. If you find a good job, you can quit here too. Think about your wife. Even if you're reasonable, you still need to make a living." Zhou Wei patted Lao Zhang's leg.

The two chatted for a while longer, then Zhou Wei got up to leave. Liu Qian heard the noise and came out of the bedroom.

"You're leaving already? Stay a little longer."

"No, no, this is already enough of a bother. You should get some rest." "What a bother? This young Mr. Zhou is so polite." Lao Zhang chimed in casually.

Zhou Wei thought as he put on his shoes, "I'm being polite. I'm practically ready to do Liu Qian right in front of you." "Come again sometime." Liu Qian said, giving Zhou Wei a glare.

"Okay, another day, see you later, sister-in-law." Zhou Wei smiled meaningfully.

After seeing Zhou Wei off, Liu Qian started tidying up the table, while Old Zhang stood behind her, watching with a smug look.

"Whose wife is this? Good personality, virtuous, beautiful, and with that figure, tsk tsk tsk..." The more Old Zhang thought about it, the hotter he felt, so he leaned closer.

"Hey, wife, don't tidy up, let's go to bed early." Old Zhang put his arm around Liu Qian's shoulder and said.

"Hmm, I'm exhausted today, I want to sleep early." If it were before, Liu Qian would have agreed, but today the redness and swelling in her lower body hadn't subsided, and thinking about Zhou Wei who had just left, she quickly shook her head.

Although Old Zhang was feeling a little uncomfortable, he still cared about his wife, so he rolled up his sleeves and said, "Then I'll tidy up, you wash up, go to bed first." "Is Zhou Wei a pretty good guy?" Liu Qian asked casually.

"He's alright, loyal and kind, he hasn't forgotten me."

"Don't you think he's pretty smooth? He doesn't offend anyone, he says nice things everywhere." "Ugh, if everyone were like me, hot-tempered and blunt, we'd be doomed." "Heh, you have the nerve to say that. I'm going to wash up and go to bed."

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