Who will keep you company as you fall asleep tonight?

Who Will Keep You Asleep Tonight
(Part 1): Help and Helplessness
After returning from abroad, that very evening, my wife Xiaomei (her real name) and I settled the child and then enjoyed a blissful moment together.
Half an hour later, I lazily lay on the bed. Xiaomei went to the bathroom to wash up, and when she returned, we lay side by side, staring at the ceiling, each lost in our own thoughts.
I was mainly thinking about what to report to my boss the next day. At that moment, Xiaomei turned her face, staring at me intently with wide eyes, a hidden smile playing on her lips.
I patted her shoulder, "Why are you looking at me like that? Isn't the man sleeping next to you your husband?"
Xiaomei shook her head, then nodded, then blushed, tapped my forehead, and whispered, "You're so lewd!"
I calmly asked her, "Lewd? How could we have a child if we weren't lewd?"
Xiaomei pulled away from my arm, snuggled into my embrace, giggling without saying a word.
At that moment, I didn't think of anything else.
Three or four weeks later, one evening, Xiaomei was working the night shift. I turned on my computer to look at some old articles, but to my surprise, a new paragraph had been added at the beginning of the article I had helped with: "Honey, I admire you so much! Your writing is so vulgar, yet so beautiful!!!"
My face turned bright red. I hadn't expected that she would see this article, which was hidden in my photo bookmarks.
The next day, Xiaomei came home, and I explained to her: "Someone else wrote this. I thought it was very exciting, so I saved it."
Xiaomei just laughed, laughing so hard she bent over, making my face turn red again.
At that moment, the child came home from kindergarten for lunch, and naturally, no one mentioned it.
That evening, Xiaomei was writing her thesis on the computer. After working for more than an hour, she stretched and said to me, "I'm done. Are you still online?"
I remembered that I hadn't read the client's emails, so I put down the remote and went over to continue using the computer. When I looked at the screen, I froze.
There were two articles on the computer monitor, a first draft and a final draft of Chapter Four of the article I had helped with.
Xiaomei started her post with another paragraph: "Honey, so embarrassing! Tell me, why did you lie? Hehe, you don't need to tell me in person, just type your explanation here."
I looked at Xiaomei; she was lying on the bed, pretending to read a magazine, her face completely covered. I could hear her trying hard to suppress her laughter.
I paused for a moment, coughed, and started typing.
"Mei, it's hard to explain. In real life, I think this kind of thing is dirty, and I'm ashamed to talk about it."
At this moment, Xiaomei got out of bed in her bathrobe, walked behind the chair, hugged me, put her head on my shoulder, and looked at the explanation I had typed. I turned to her and asked, "Is it done?"
Xiaomei's face was flushed. She pinched my nose and whispered in my ear, "I always thought you were a normal person. You're so perverted!"
"Do you really think it looks good?"
"Yes."
"Really good?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want to satisfy me?"
"No!"
"Why?"
I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my arms.
She pushed me away, laughed, and ran back to bed, covering her face with the blanket.
I followed her to the bedside, gazing at Xiaomei's smooth legs and snow-white arms hidden outside the covers. Thinking of her alluring body beneath, I was startled, a distant memory flashing through my mind. My heart pounded wildly, a mixture of panic and confusion washing over me.
I pulled back a corner of the covers, looking at Xiaomei's flushed face. I brushed the hair from her face and stammered, "Can we really try it?"
She just kept her eyes closed and didn't speak. I slowly leaned down, pressing against Xiaomei, and asked again, "Is it okay? Satisfy me once, and I'll satisfy you once too."
Xiaomei pinched me hard, her face hardening, glaring at me and scolding, "Are you sick? If you say that again, I'll take you to the doctor."
"Why not? Don't you think it's beautiful and exciting?"
We looked at each other face to face. At the same time, I reached into Xiaomei's bosom and grasped her nipple. Xiaomei instinctively arched her chest, responding to my movements. After a while, Xiaomei, panting heavily, slowly spread her legs. I touched her; she was already very wet down there. We both took off our clothes at the same time, and then I slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. Compared to before, it was really tighter, more elastic, and had a lot of suction.
After a while, Xiaomei suddenly stopped moaning and said to me, "Let me tell you, Lao Xu, if another man were my husband, I might agree, but not you."
I was stunned. After a while, I asked her, "Do you think I'm petty?"
Xiaomei shook her head: "Not petty, but extremely petty, so I'm afraid you'll divorce me, I'm afraid you'll kill me."
"I won't kill you, and I won't divorce you. You don't understand men, really!"
I moved with great excitement, assuring her.
"I just want to see you played with by other men, to have someone ejaculate inside you!"
"I, I won't, I'll fight back!"
"I'll hold your hands, your legs, I won't let you fight back!"
"No, oh, no, I will, I'll be played to death by you!"
"What kind of man do you want me to find to play with you?"
"I, I don't like young ones, I like someone like Old Cat, his penis will definitely be big, bigger than yours, every time it will thrust into my uterus, let me, let me fight back, please, husband."
"No, I won't let you fight back!"
"Oh, I feel so good, so good! Old Cat, play me to death."
"Okay, I'll let Old Cat satisfy you as much as he can. Did you cum? Will you cum?"
"No, no, I can't, I can't… I can't cum in front of my husband, he'll kill me."
"Your husband won't kill you."
"No, you will."
"You will… that incident happened three years ago, I only mentioned Pingyu's name once half a year ago, and you didn't speak to me for three days."
"Pingyu? You're going to bring him up again? Pingyu's a scoundrel, a womanizer. Your relationship with him wasn't normal at all. I considered him a friend, and he molested you, didn't he? No, we're not talking about this. Don't talk about him anymore!!!"
Because Xiaomei suddenly brought him up, I was extremely annoyed and almost lost my temper.
We continued our actions, and Xiaomei was incredibly satisfied. Finally, she cried out loudly, "Husband, I love you so much, I love your cock, I'm yours, your little wife, kill me!"
Xiaomei and I were locked in a passionate embrace, Xiaomei held me tightly, unable to move, only instinctively sticking her buttocks up and down, her juices flowing onto my pubic hair. Two minutes later, Xiaomei's moans became hoarse and low: "Husband, I'm cumming, I'm cumming,"
"Hold on, hold on a little longer!"
"Oh, your worthless wife, she's going to be lost!"
...
After those two sentences, Xiaomei's vagina suddenly turned into a black hole, sucking my glans until it felt numb and tingly. I held back again, pushing in another centimeter. This time, Xiaomei couldn't take it anymore; her vagina began to overflow, her mouth contorted with pleasure: "Ah, ah, I'm ascending to heaven! It's so wonderful! Let's die together, my love!"
I pulled out abruptly, streams of semen shooting onto Xiaomei's thighs and lower abdomen.
I collapsed weakly onto Xiaomei's naked body, motionless.
Sigh, Xiaomei just doesn't like me wearing a condom, but that prevents me from fully enjoying myself.
Ten minutes later.
"It seems Old Cat is a PE teacher, right?"
I didn't react immediately. "What?"
"Ping Yu is also a PE teacher, isn't he? Coastline reporter Xiao Mei is going to interview the great writer Xu and ask him to tell the truth. Is Ping Yu the prototype of Old Cat?"
"...No! Old Cat is...is...purely fictional. You, why did you mention Ping Yu again! I don't like this person!"
"But I like Old Cat."
Xiao Mei's tone was very calm.
"I'll strangle you!" I shouted angrily, slapping the bed.
"Why?" Xiao Mei's eyes widened, very surprised by my reaction.
"Because when you mentioned Old Cat, you were thinking of Ping Yu! You didn't resist at the time, you little slut!"
After half a minute of silence, Xiao Mei caressed my face and slowly said, "Because you wrote about Ping Yu. That scene at the time hurt you a lot, and it also stimulated you a lot. You unconsciously began to experience a kind of masochistic pleasure from it, didn't you?"
Four years ago, I went to Henan for the first time and met Ping Yu in a hotel. Since we were both from Beijing, we quickly started eating at the same table. When I learned that he had served in the same unit my father had served in, and that he was twelve years older than me, I felt a special trust in him.
Pingyu had a focused gaze when he looked at people, spoke slowly, and was very humorous.
Pingyu used to be my best friend; we talked about everything, including women. But not Xiaomei.
For a while, Pingyu came to my house every day. At that time, Xiaomei had just quit her job as a music teacher at No. 23 Middle School and hadn't found suitable work yet. She missed her peaceful teaching life and talked a lot with Pingyu.
One evening in early July, we invited Pingyu for drinks. During our conversation, Pingyu asked us why we didn't want children. Xiaomei said we really wanted them, but we couldn't conceive. Pingyu and I had drunk some alcohol that day, and emboldened by the alcohol, Pingyu said to Xiaomei, "Maybe your posture is wrong."
Xiaomei asked innocently, "What's the best posture? Uncle, can you teach us?"
"Where do you usually put your legs?"
Pingyu said slowly with a grin, while his eyes glanced meaningfully at Xiaomei's high, firm breasts.
Xiaomei then realized what was happening, shyly spitting out a mouthful of water and lowering her head in silence.
I was also quite drunk and young at the time, not understanding these things, so I asked curiously, "Where should she put her legs?"
"You should have Xiaomei wrap her thighs around your waist, then lower her buttocks slightly, and your...you know, press down."
"Press down?"
"Yes, then hold her waist, you can use one hand to hold her, and the other hand to touch her breasts, touch her back, slowly arouse her."
Xiaomei suddenly exclaimed "Oh," her expression freezing, quickly glancing at Pingyu, her chest heaving rapidly, then lowering her head.
I hadn't realized that Pingyu had already slipped his hand under the table into Xiaomei's skirt.
When Xiaomei later told me about this, I was furious: Why didn't you slap him then?
"I...I don't know why, when you talked about me like that, my body...I felt a little...a little..."
"A little what?"
"My body...it felt a little weak," Xiaomei lowered her head shyly. I knew I was partly to blame, so I didn't press her further.
After that hot July night, I was puzzled as to why Xiaomei suddenly stopped talking to Cai Pingyu. She wouldn't tell me why, and Pingyu remained my good friend. He indeed never bothered Xiaomei again.
Until that winter, I was away on a business trip. Because I lost my ID card, I couldn't take the train back to Beijing. But I had to return to Beijing the next night to report the progress of the Shanxi project to my boss. Pingyu drove to pick me up, a sixteen-hour round trip that exhausted him. That night, I let him rest at my house. I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly heard Xiaomei call out in the living room, and then there was silence.
Five or six minutes later, I realized again that Xiaomei wasn't beside me, so I got up to look for her. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Xiaomei leaning weakly against Pingyu's chest by the bathroom door. Her nightgown was wide open, revealing her two snow-white breasts, and Pingyu's hands were resting on the tips of her breasts.
Pingyu, being an athlete, reacted quickly. By the time I grabbed the ashtray, he had already slipped out of my house shirtless.
“I wrote Pingyu… no, not Pingyu!”
“That’s why I said you’re stingy. You should be surnamed Ye, not Xu.”
“Surname Ye?”
“That Mr. Ye who loved dragons but was afraid of them! You can only think about it, fantasize about it. You wouldn’t want to actually do it!”
I suddenly stood up and said proudly, “A man that you and I both find satisfactory, he can sleep with you!”
“How embarrassing! What do you mean, sleep with me? Sleep with me… I don’t want to be someone’s mistress.”
“Be someone’s mistress, I really want to see that. I want to see you living in another man’s house, having fun with him, sleeping with him.”
“Okay.” Xiaomei’s chest heaved, and she twisted her thighs excitedly, entwining herself with me.
"You agreed?"
Xiaomei bit her lower lip, nodded emphatically, her eyes brimming with desire: "I want to sleep with my enemy."
"...Hmm?"
"Sleeping with your enemy will infuriate you, and...and make you ecstatic! You're at home, masturbating at home, while I'm with the person you hate, enjoying the pleasure of lovemaking. He'll revel in your beautiful wife Xiaomei's exquisite body, ejaculating inside her again and again, while you, my original husband, won't get that treatment, okay?"
"No, no, let me think, you wouldn't mean...?" Xiaomei stopped, timidly saying, "You'll hit me!"
"No, no! You, you like him? That scoundrel!"
"No, no, I, I really don't love him, I only love you."
"No, you're not telling the truth." I suddenly felt a strange excitement. If, just if, Xiaomei really liked that bastard, and I agreed to them, would they really act out a scene from my novel right before my eyes?
On Christmas Eve, Xiaomei and I made love again. I asked her to fabricate a scenario of being sexually assaulted. Xiaomei said she appreciated my help and wanted to borrow a scene from a novel. We started discussing the topic and putting it into practice.
Xiaomei asked me, "When did Ling'er start agreeing to Old Cat touching her? How exactly did Old Cat touch Ling'er?"
I shook my head. I didn't know either. Perhaps it was a private matter for the protagonist of a novel, something even the author couldn't know.
Xiaomei rubbed her chest against my hand, whimpering lazily, "Hmm, maybe, the day after Ling'er's feet were touched by Old Cat. What if?"
"The next day? Too early! No way."
"Definitely. Living together every day, Ling'er already knows she's destined to be played with by Old Cat. Why can't she try the thrill of adultery? Tell me, I respect the original author, let her try."
"Hmm."
"Actually, the greatest pleasure from adultery comes during the teasing. A girl as sensitive as Ling'er must have wanted to be molested by Old Cat for a long time. Isn't that right, husband? What I'm saying makes sense!"
"...You make some sense."
"Not the next day, maybe the third day. Ling'er went to the bathroom at night and was caught red-handed by Old Cat.
Ling'er was only wearing a very thin nightgown, and underneath she was completely naked. Old Cat pulled Ling'er into his arms with one hand and covered her mouth with the other."
“Old Cat was also dressed very lightly, so it’s possible.” I stopped what I was doing and started recalling the suggestive scenes from that erotic novel.
Xiao Mei said, “Old Cat told Ling’er, ‘I just want to touch your beautiful breasts, I swear I won’t touch any other part of your body.’”
Following Xiao Mei’s lead, I began to conjure up a scene with her.
Xiao Mei said, “Ling’er said: ‘Let go of your stinky hands, please respect me.’”
I continued, “You’ll have to make love with me sooner or later, so let me have my fun for two minutes. Hehe!” I put on a wicked grin.
“No, my husband is sleeping in the other room. Not now. Later, tomorrow, when my husband isn’t home, you can, you can, you can enjoy me.” Xiao Mei’s face flushed as she spoke.
“One minute, I’ll just touch you once.” I hugged Xiao Mei tightly.
“You, you used so much force, I went limp, all of you athletes are so rough.”
“Don’t you like to be rough with me?”
After I said that, I suddenly felt something was wrong, and I grabbed Xiaomei’s neck and asked, “What did you just say? All of you athletes are so rough?”
Xiaomei seemed frightened, covered her mouth with her hand, and widened her pretty eyes. Although she had misspoke, she smiled and said, “I let it slip, oh God, what should I do!”
“Back then, did he, did he molest you like that?” I asked hatefully, and the hand that was holding her neck unconsciously slid up to Xiaomei’s breasts.
Those terrible past events that I can’t bear to recall are being vividly awakened by us!
(2) The strong man and the weak woman
I can’t remember how many times Jia Yueying, He Guocai, and I did it that day. I played with the couple until dawn. Jia Yueying kissed me goodbye in bed, and He Guocai said to Yueying with a hint of sourness, "It's hard to part. Damn it, Xu Fang, how many times have you cheated on me? We've been playing all night, you should be done, right?"
I dragged my exhausted body home, looked at my dark circles in the mirror, and shook my head with a bitter smile. It was unbelievable: I ejaculated five times!! Even the most intense lovemaking with Xiaomei only lasted three times a night. Even
with Viagra, it couldn't have been more than that! The alluring scent of Jia Yueying still lingered on my lips, and her charming moans still echoed in my ears. I raised my hand to smell it; a faint, slightly foul fragrance mingled with my fingers was the sweet, intoxicating love juice flowing from Jia Yueying's secret place.
I called the company and lied that I wasn't feeling well. No matter how unhappy the boss was, I unplugged the phone and went to sleep.
I slept until after nine o'clock at night. In the shallow, half-awake slumber of daytime, I had a short dream. In it, Jia Yueying lay in my arms, one arm draped over my chest, her beautiful body gently undulating as she whispered, "I love you, I love you. You are my true love."
"Jia Yueying, you are the girl I've been looking for. I want you."
"I'll go with you. We'll take the train, we'll go to the Northeast."
Why the Northeast? I didn't understand.
When I woke up, I felt very hungry. I opened the refrigerator but found nothing. Just as I was about to go out to find something to eat, my phone rang. I answered it; it was Xiaomei.
"You didn't go to work today? I called your workplace, and they said you were sick. I tried calling your cell phone and home, but no one answered. What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Nothing, a college classmate came over, and I'm keeping him company. I put my phone on vibrate; it was in my handbag, so I don't know if it had any battery."
"How's the child?"
"He's at his grandma's. I can't take care of him alone without you."
"...Me? I won't be able to go home for a few more days. This job is unbearable. Sigh, honey, I'm thinking of quitting."
"What's wrong?" I was startled.
Suddenly, there was silence on the other end of the line. Two minutes later, I heard Xiaomei sobbing.
"Honey, they're such jerks, Mr. Xie... guess why he took me out this time?"
"Xie Ming, Mr. Xie, could it be him? Did he do something to you?"
"He forced me to dance with a client from Hong Kong. That Hong Kong guy mistook me for a PR girl the company hired from outside and started touching me inappropriately. I got angry and slapped him. Mr. Xie got really angry and made me apologize to that guy." "
What?! Tell me Xie Ming's phone number, I want to talk to him."
"..."
"Go ahead!" "... Never
mind. I... I was angry and slapped that guy's nose until it bled."
"Really?! He deserved it!"
"He deserved it..." The bitter laugh on the other end of the phone was tinged with sadness.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Xiaomei paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Xie Ming wants me to go out with him in ten minutes. He didn't say what it was about, but I think he probably still wants me to apologize to that Hong Kong guy. It's so late, what do you think, should I go or not?"
I suddenly felt uneasy, I couldn't explain why, and I was also a little excited. Subconsciously, I was always hoping, hoping that life could become more exciting, or even cruel, I just didn't want it to be mundane anymore.
"If it's just an apology... you know, finding a music company like yours is really not easy. You should make the decision yourself."
"What if, what if he tries to touch me again?" Xiaomei sighed softly, "You'll come to my rescue?"
"No way. You're with Xie Ming, that Hong Kong guy can't possibly insult you in front of Xie Ming, can he?"
As we talked, my mood underwent a strange shift. The spark of resentment I felt when I first learned about this had ignited into a strange flame of lust. How could I be like this? Perhaps, perhaps yesterday's experience had completely changed me.
"Actually, you don't know, that guy surnamed Xie... sigh, never mind, my phone rang, I have to go... Don't worry, I'll take care of myself. Goodbye." For
the past two years, Xiaomei had been working under Xie Ming, and she despised him in every way—from his work ability to his personality to his interpersonal skills. I had even advised Xiaomei not to go against her boss, but Xiaomei coldly replied, "You've only exchanged nods with him a few times. If you spent some time with him, you'd know what it's like."
After Xiaomei had been working under Xie Ming for a year and a half, their relationship had become extremely strained and antagonistic, severely impacting Xiaomei's daily mood.
I once had a deep talk with Xie Ming on Xiaomei's behalf. Through that conversation, I realized that Xie Ming wasn't actually a bad leader. Every organization needs to balance various interests as much as possible. Xiaomei was just looking at things from her own perspective, being very strict with herself but equally demanding of others, which was unacceptable.
Later, by chance, I sat down and talked with Xie Ming for over an hour. He highly praised Xiaomei's work ability and sense of responsibility. Regarding Xiaomei's hostility towards him, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Maybe I lack leadership charisma. Actually, when I work with her, she's afraid I'll find fault with her, and I'm also afraid she'll find fault with me. I'm just as nervous. Your Xiaomei is really quite capable. I admire her. If she weren't so capable and so confrontational, I would have fired her."
Although he admired Xiaomei, unfortunately, she didn't reciprocate his feelings at all.
Thinking about this, I changed my clothes and prepared to go out for a late-night snack. Just then, my phone vibrated again.
"Brother Fang, hello there! Do you remember who I am?" Someone was joking with me, but the voice was so sweet and charming, it was really pleasing to the ear.
"Who are you? Are you my friend?"
"Guess."
I opened the door while putting on my shoes.
"Hey, I'm taking the elevator. If you're my friend, tell me your name, or I'm hanging up."
I heard a chuckle from the phone, and the door across the hall creaked open a crack. A small, fair hand reached out and waved at me.
I froze, not moving. Then, the door opened a little wider, and Jia Yueying, blushing, smiled shyly at me. "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I made you something to eat, come over?"
"Where's Guocai?"
"Him? At this hour, is he even home?" Jia Yueying answered impatiently, urging me again.
I quickly glanced around the hallway and then went into her apartment.
After I entered, Jia Yueying hid her hands behind her back, awkwardly twisting her body, her face flushed, instinctively avoiding my gaze, and whispered, "I didn't mean anything by it, I just made some dishes to nourish you."
Looking at her charming and alluring appearance, I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. I immediately pounced on her and hugged her, wanting to kiss her. Jia Yueying tilted her head back forcefully, "I really didn't mean anything by it, you, you… um…"
Then we kissed.
After a while of entanglement, just as I was letting go of one hand to unbutton her clothes, she took the opportunity to push me away forcefully, "I give up! You guys almost killed me yesterday, not today, and not you either. Take a good rest, my dear brother, there's plenty of time ahead."
I also felt a bit exhausted, nodded, and released Jia Yueying. She brought out two delicate side dishes and a bowl of steaming rice from the kitchen and placed them in front of me.
After finishing the meal, I wiped my mouth while greedily admiring Jia Yueying's beautiful body again.
"Are you full?"
"Yes, no, not yet. There's one more dish I really want to eat, but I'm afraid you won't want to bother making it for me again."
"What dish?"
"Hmm, steamed baby lamb."
"...Baby lamb..." Jia Yueying was teased by me again. I pulled her into my arms, and her body trembled with excitement.
"Is it okay?"
"...I'm willing to give you the baby lamb, but I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it all."
"That's not necessarily true."
Jia Yueying was only wearing a very short petticoat. I lifted her two smooth thighs up in one go, and with a quick pull, I took off her petticoat. Underneath, she wore a white, semi-transparent pair of panties, tightly wrapped around her firm, small buttocks. I slipped one hand inside like lightning.
At the same time, Jia removed the last barrier of her upper body, and her two adorable little white rabbits, bouncing around, were not spared, falling into my hands and mouth.
"...Go in, to the bedroom, not on the sofa."
"Okay."
I carried her into the bedroom.
"Turn on that camera, the lens is already adjusted."
What? Following the direction she pointed, I saw a digital camera on the five-piece cabinet opposite the bed, facing us.
Seeing my surprised expression, Jia Yueying chuckled.
"He Guocai said we can make love anytime, anywhere, but he'll record it every time, and he wants to savor it slowly. Don't you think he's a super pervert?!"
Wasn't this a scene from my novel? I found it somewhat amusing too.
"Turn the camera up higher, and when I'm on top of you, I'll make sure he can't see us, we..."
"We what?"
"See where we're joined together, hehe, let him be drooling."
I suddenly felt a chill; was I entering a "helping" chapter? Only the roles were slightly reversed; Ling'er had become Xiao Jia, and I had "unfortunately" become Old Cat, a supporting actor.
After turning on the camera, I returned to bed, picked up the already passionate Xiao Jia, and we bathed in the river of love.
After yesterday's baptism of love, Xiao Jia had let go of her inhibitions, completely revealing her most unrestrained desires to me.
She slowly sat on my penis. It was very tight at first, and I suggested we do some more foreplay. She shook her head, frowned, and reluctantly sat down all the way, gasping in pain.
"Why are you so eager?" I asked her with a smile.
She shyly leaned on my shoulder. "I want to try being raped."
I realized then that she was somewhat perverted.
"Husband, I've been raped. My little hole was still dry when someone inserted it," she said, turning her face to the camera.
Two minutes later, her juices began to gush out.
She reported to the camera again: "Your wife is so slutty. She was raped for only two minutes, and she's already cumming for someone else."
"Oh, oh, husband, my lover's penis is so hard, pressing tightly against your wife's vagina, such a thick and strong meat stick, it hurts so much."
At the same time, she called my name lasciviously: "Brother Xu Fang, don't hold back on your newlywed Xiaoyueying today, fuck her hard, okay?"
“Fuck He Guocai’s wife to death, fuck her cunt raw, possess every inch of her flesh, oh, possess her inside and out, leave your mark everywhere.”
*Slap, slap, slap*, the sound of my scrotum repeatedly slapping against Xiao Jia’s genitals. *Thud,
thud, thud*, the sound of my penis repeatedly thrusting in and out of Xiao Jia’s wet vagina.
“Say you love me, say you love me, okay?” Jia Yueying pushed me down onto the bed, pressing her naked upper body against my chest, and took my hand, placing it on her nipple for me to caress.
In this position, only part of my penis remained inside her vagina, rubbing against her walls, causing her a strange, unbearable discomfort.
“Love me, go all the way in, please.”
“I love you. Yueying, I want to fuck you to death.” Feeling uncomfortable, I simply laid her down, straddled her, spread her firm, long legs, aimed at her deep pink cunt, and thrust in with a *plop*.
"Oh~~ The camera can't capture us anymore. My husband won't see you raping me, he'll be so anxious! Husband, I'm sorry, Xiaoyueying is being ridden right now, she can only please her lover, not you. Oh, he's bad, he's thrusting into me crookedly, twisting his big cock around in your little wife's pussy, making a complete mess inside, like a shoveling and prodding in mud. Can you hear the sound? So lewd and wanton! I love him to death, he's so much better than you, I'm coming!!!"
"I love you, husband." Her breath was ragged, her voice hoarse, her eyes misty. Her lower body reacted nervously for a moment, then began to tremble.
"Touch my nipples, yes, when you climax... they'll be as hard as ivory, won't they? Oh, um, enjoy me, I want to give you everything."
"Ah, ah... I'm going to cum, gushes of it all inside, it feels so good!" We came together, a torrent of release.
I held her tightly, pressing against her, sharing this most exquisite moment of life with her!
"Am I the person you love most?" Jia Yueying asked this question repeatedly. Love was very important to her.
"Of course, you are the person I love most."
She stopped talking. After a few minutes, she gestured for me to get the camera and filmed her messy, overflowing vagina, filled with my semen and her love juices, for a while. I also filmed some of Jia Yueying's soft, motionless body still in the throes of orgasm, her slightly red, erect nipples, her heaving chest, and the purplish lip print on her left shoulder from my kisses.
"He's not coming back today?"
"He asked you to be his husband for one night."
"..."
"Actually, I really love you." She suddenly blurted out, then covered her face in embarrassment.
"What do you love about me? You're so beautiful, and I'm just an ordinary man." "
...Actually, before He Guocai, I had been with some outstanding men. He Guocai was a successful man, I guess." "
I...I've actually hated myself for being pretty since I was little. I like ordinary people, ordinary lives, the more ordinary the better. Eating fried dough sticks for breakfast, taking the bus to work, playing mahjong at night, and using the toilet at night."
I was somewhat incredulous.
"Actually, I'm just a girl from a hutong (alleyway), and my family kept a tight rein on me after I started middle school. I like people like you who seem ordinary but become more lovable the more you get to know them. The more outstanding a person is, the more selfish and hypocritical they are. I don't like those so-called middle-class people who want to play the bourgeois game just because they have a little money, let alone someone like He Guocai. He doesn't even care about hypocrisy; he's just a big show-off with a little money. ...I hate him!"
I was speechless. I couldn't possibly sleep with someone's wife and then join her in cursing him, that would be too immoral!
"I like the life you and Xiaomei have, ordinary, loving, and respectful of each other. Do you love her?"
I nodded.
"...Xiaomei or me, who do you love more?"
"..."
"Fangfang, can I call you that? Tell me, Xiaomei or love, which do you love more?"
"That..." I stammered, not because I was afraid to answer, but because I genuinely didn't know. How much love did I still have for Xiaomei? Was my twisted relationship with Xiao Jia love, or something else entirely?
"Please, even if you're lying to me, just say you love me the most when you're with me, okay? I don't care what you and Meixue say about me behind my back..."
She cried as she spoke, "Am I so beautiful that I'll never find true love even once in my life?"
I quickly hugged her and reassured her, "I love you the most, I mean it sincerely. Actually, Meixue and I have been living together for four or five years, and we're both a bit tired and numb. Men are all fickle, like He Guocai. He must have loved you very much at first, but marriage has made him tired, and he wants to explore some new pleasures, like this wife-swapping."
"You really agree to let Xiaomei and my husband do it? You're really willing to do it!?"
"..."
Jia Yueying saw the answer on my face and became very excited, "Among you men, aren't there quite a few who like this kind of swapping?"
"I don't know how many men like this kind of game, but He Guocai and I, we can both, can try it." I stammered out the truth.
"Shameless! I only agreed because I've always secretly liked you. I wonder if Xiaomei would agree to let He Guocai's big cock go inside her?" At this moment, a strange smile appeared on her face.
"Xiaomei? It's hard to say."
I told her about Xiaomei and Pingyu.
"Xiaomei also dislikes him, but for some reason, she actually put one hand on his head."
"I'll tell you why," Jia Yueying blushed and smiled awkwardly for a while, "because a woman's body is very sensitive, and Xiaomei's body is especially sensitive, unable to withstand the slightest teasing."
"How do you know?!"
"Because, because," Jia Yueying hesitated for a long time before holding my head and telling me something, "because once, we comforted each other. I swore to God that you can't tell Xiaomei."
About half a year ago, the faucet in my bathroom broke, so Xiaomei went to Xiaojia's place to take a bath. Xiaojia's house has a fairly large bathtub, and Xiaojia said: Let's bathe together, and we can scrub each other's backs.
So, the two girls sat facing each other in the more than two-meter-long bathtub.
At first, they were just chatting casually, each washing their own clothes. Jia Yueying said, "Besides, a girl like me doesn't even know what homosexuality is, and it even makes me feel disgusted. But that day, somehow, we all ended up doing it for real."
Jia slowly recalled: Later, Xiaomei rubbed my back first, but I didn't feel anything. Xiaomei also accidentally touched my breasts, but I just treated it like my own hand touching myself, without any special feeling.
Later, when I was going to rub Xiaomei's back, I had her sit between my legs. Xiaomei was chatting and laughing with me the whole time. After I started rubbing, I gently put my left arm around Xiaomei's waist and used my right hand to rub her back. At this moment, Xiaomei suddenly stopped talking. Then I realized that my left hand was placed a little too high and was touching Xiaomei's nipple. I felt that her breathing was a little uneven, and I found it funny.
Then I suddenly wanted to see if her nipples were different from mine, so I peeked from behind her neck and found that her nipples were quite delicate. I said, "Your Xu Fang must take good care of them. They're so beautiful. I want to touch them too." When Xiaomei answered me, her voice was a little strange. She said, "Sister Jia, it tickles. Let me go." "I mischievously didn't let her go, and grabbed one of her nipples, pinching it for a minute or two, until Xiaomei went completely limp, collapsing into my arms, calling out, 'Sister, sister...' She turned her head, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at me, then closed them. I kissed her, and to my surprise, she turned halfway back and started touching me too.
Women playing with each other know each other's weaknesses, so soon we were both incredibly excited. We first lay together kissing and touching, and then we couldn't stop. Xiaomei and I leaned against each other in the bathtub, using our toes to tease each other's clitoris and vaginas underwater, while touching our own nipples. We two little sluts moaned together, one after the other.
That brat Xiaomei had me completely disarmed, utterly unable to control myself. Later, she said, 'Sister, let's go to bed, I'm a little tired.' After getting into bed, Xiaomei asked me, 'Your husband He Guocai is so lecherous, didn't he get you any entertainment devices at home to enhance our marital bliss?'" "I was already completely limp, so I said, 'There's a dildo in the drawer behind the bed, you can use it on me.' Xiaomei opened the drawer and said, 'Isn't He Guocai's thing pretty big? I think the condoms he uses are bigger than my husband Xu's.' I said, 'I'll lend you his thing, as long as your Xu Fang doesn't mind, I don't mind either.' Xiaomei spat at me, and then she went a little crazy and actually penetrated me for a while, even asking me to be her wife, she wanted to be her husband.
'Did you do it with her too?'
'Yes, I did, I even pretended to be He Guocai and played with her for a while!'
I got more and more excited and hurriedly asked her for details. Jia Yueying saw that my penis was hard and smiled shyly: 'It seems you really intend to let He Guocai and Xiaomei do it,' and then she began to tell the story."
Xiao Jia, in a gruff voice, pretending to be He Guocai, asked, "Why are you taking a bath at our house?"
"Ah, it's you! Get out!"
"You're lying on my bed, naked. Do you think I'll let you go?"
"I was just tired after my bath and fell asleep here. Let me out." Xiao Mei really struggled.
Xiao Jia pressed her down with his body, and one hand touched Xiao Mei's clitoris.
"Miss Mei, please grant my wish this once. I've wanted to have sex with you for a long time. Look, you're already wet. You want it too, don't you?"
"I... I'll grant your wish this once, and you'll let me go? You won't tell anyone?"
"I absolutely won't tell anyone." Xiao Jia rubbed his large penis against Xiao Mei's vulva. Xiao Mei cried out softly, unable to control herself.
“Then I…I’ll give in to you this once, He Guocai, you scoundrel, your thing is thicker and bigger than my husband’s, you’ll break me, um…”
“I’m about to go in, you little slut.”
“He Guocai, if you want to possess me, just do it quickly, I…I’m not a little slut, I’m a respectable woman, defiled by you. Oh, come in.”
Xiao Jia said that Xiao Mei was completely immersed in the moment, as if she were playing for real. After I went in, her body thrust forward, and she reached her peak right then and there.
After that incident, the two never played that fake love game again, but they still joked around occasionally. Jia Yueying said that when she and Xiao Mei were alone, they would touch each other and hug each other, which felt especially warm to Xiao Jia.
I call her husband, and she calls me wife. Is this homosexuality? Xiao Jia asked me somewhat bewildered.
Before we knew it, it was past midnight. Just then, the phone on the table vibrated. Xiao Jia immediately stopped talking and went to answer the call.
My mind was still a little confused from the strong shock. Subconsciously, I felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Who is this? I'm looking for Xu Fang."
"Wrong number." Xiao Jia quickly turned off the phone.
"Is this my phone? Why did you answer it?"
"I thought it was mine. My phone is also a Nokia 7600! It's about the same age, what a coincidence! What should I do?"
The phone rang again after a minute. The voice on the other end seemed hesitant: "Is this Xu Fang?"
"Yes, it's me. Xiaomei, what's up?"
"Who are you with right now?"
"Just me. I'm walking home after eating out."
"So quiet? Not a sound at all?"
"What time is it, miss?"
"I called earlier, but a woman answered. Her voice sounded familiar..."
"You dialed the wrong number."
"No, I pressed redial this time."
"Hmm, maybe the exchange is malfunctioning. Why are you questioning me like this? It's like I did something to wrong you."
"Honey, let's not talk about this. Why don't you ask me if anything happened tonight? You don't care about me at all."
"Nothing happened tonight, right? Did Xie Ming really take you to apologize to that Hong Kong client?"
"Because that Hong Kong guy is indeed one of our more important clients, Xie Ming still held onto a sliver of hope, hoping he wouldn't refuse to cooperate with us in a fit of anger."
"Really? You apologized to him?"
"I did apologize. And then that Hong Kong guy got slapped again. Haha!"
"What?"
"I didn't hit him. Xie Ming did."
"Xie Ming did?"
"That Hong Kong guy told Xie Ming he wanted me to stay the night with him, and then he'd sign a contract with our company. Over twenty million, three years' worth of market development fees! After Xie Ming heard him say that, he swung his arm and slapped him, saying, 'Fuck your mother!' Then we stormed off. I was overjoyed, gave him a hug, and said, 'Don't be jealous, even though he's been a bit too much to me before, judging by tonight's performance, he's still a man, right?'"
“I was right, wasn’t I? Your problem is that you’re too ambitious, always thinking about too much power, too much…”
Before I could finish, Jia Yueying’s phone, right next to my pillow, started playing Blue Fantasy. The music, deafening in the dark room, left me speechless.
The person on the other end also stopped; all three of them seemed stunned by the beautiful music, remaining silent.
“…You still dare to say you’re homeless on the street?”
“…I want to say something to Jia Yueying.”
“No, no, it’s just a passerby…”
"Stop talking nonsense, this is the music I downloaded for her, how could I not recognize it? I just heard her voice. Jia Yueying! Speak!"
(3) Newcomer and old friend
"Xiaomei, this is Jia Yueying."
"It really is you! What are you doing?!" The voice on the other end of the phone was very slow. I had never heard Xiaomei speak like this before, full of despair and indignation.
"...Good sister, we didn't do anything. I saw that he hadn't eaten yet so late, so I asked him to come here to eat. It's just that your husband is nosy and I was afraid you would be suspicious, so I lied."
"No! His tone and your reaction are not normal! You have had your eye on Xu Fang for a long time. You said you wanted to get him. You, you are lying to me!!"
Xiaomei suddenly burst out, and the tone on the other end of the phone became hysterical.
"...I like Xu Fang, that was just a joke...Besides, my husband just went out three minutes ago. What do you think we could do?"
"What, your husband...?"
"I'll have him call you back. I'm not saying this to criticize you, but you are too suspicious."
The rest was much easier. After Xiao Jia finished explaining the situation, He Guocai immediately called Xiao Mei.
A little while later, he called us back, telling me that not only had the matter been perfectly resolved, but Xiao Mei had also repeatedly apologized on the phone and promised to treat them to a meal when she returned, to ease the unpleasantness caused by the incident.
On the phone, he cheerfully said, "I told her, 'Xiao Mei, you look down on us. Xiao Jia and I treat you and Xu Fang like our own siblings. And you, always calling me He Guocai, I'm seven years older than you! Don't you think you should change how you address me?' Then Xiao Mei actually called me 'Brother He.' Xu Fang, let me tell you, my beautiful wife is right here in your arms. You promised to let me have some fun with Xiao Mei, you have to keep your word!"
"Of course…of course, as long as she agrees, you can't force her!"
"Don't worry about how I do it, I guarantee I'll make her obedient and docile. Ah, just thinking about it is so satisfying. I'm tired of playing with those prostitutes outside; I just want to play with a respectable, educated woman like Xiaomei with her gold-rimmed glasses. So satisfying! I'm not coming home tonight, so you'd better take good care of my lovely little wife for me. Oh, by the way, Xiao Jia and I are leaving tomorrow, we'll be back in two weeks. Use this time to take good care of Xiaomei too, because I won't be so polite when we get back."
I looked at Xiao Jia, smiled, and nodded in agreement. Xiao Jia seemed to hear me, spat disdainfully, blushed, and turned away to the bedroom.
Three days later, Xiaomei returned. That evening, I barely finished my "homework." Xiaomei was somewhat dissatisfied but didn't say anything. While touching my nipple, she said, "Next time, you can't just rush through it like that. It was less than ten minutes. Ah, I was so chaste for you outside..." She didn't finish her sentence.
I asked her, "I told you long ago, as long as he's healthy and of good character, and you like him, you can make your own decision. Are you regretting it? Or is it that Hong Kong businessman, with his big belly, that you don't like?"
"He's a sunny guy, more handsome than you… Get lost, I'm not talking to you anymore." Xiaomei turned her face away, tapping the pillowcase with her slender fingers that were always practicing the piano, as if playing a concerto, playing it with great care.
"Where did that Hong Kong businessman touch you that made you punch him in the nose until it bled?"
"He touched my little bottom, and then he touched my little genitals." After Xiaomei finished speaking, she burst out laughing.
"Xie Ming stood up for you, how's your relationship with him now?"
"It's alright."
"You…you even hugged him?" I suppressed the sourness in my chest and continued to tease her.
"The next day, I accidentally touched his hand, and he immediately pulled away, as if I was trying to harass him. What an idiot! He thinks he's some kind of hero saving a damsel in distress. Humph, who does he think he is?"
"What's your company's opinion on this incident? Will it affect you in any way?" "
Xie Ming still has some conscience, I guess. He didn't use this incident to ruin me; he even said some good things about me. This guy, hmph, he's both righteous and wicked. I can't figure out why he didn't take the opportunity to crush me, but instead tried to curry favor with me."
"Xiao Mei, to be honest, I think the main reason for your conflict with him is you. You have some prejudice against him. Plus, you're so capable that you look down on him, right?"
"Actually, I've reflected on it myself. Making things so tense is pointless… Sigh, never mind. The old chapter is over. I won't pick on him again."
"Actually, I think he seems to like you quite a bit." I glanced at Xiao Mei, watching her reaction.
"You mean he has a crush on me? How could that be?! In our circle, smart people are hard to find, but handsome men and beautiful women are everywhere. My looks are just average. He would...?! Hmm, but we can't rule that out," Xiaomei said, her eyes half-closed, blinking her long eyelashes, pouting her red lips, "Am I a sexy kitten?...No, I'm just a mother." She seemed a little dejected after saying that.
I took her hands and lowered my voice, saying to her, "Actually, you're still very beautiful. I talked to him, and he told me to my face that he really admires you. He's good-looking, honest, and not married yet. Why don't you go and seduce him?"
My voice trembled slightly at the end.
"Are you serious? Or are you just teasing me?" She playfully punched me with her little fist.
"Actually, my intuition told me long ago that you don't hate him for anything else, you hate that he doesn't value you, doesn't pamper you or love you. Subconsciously, you like him!"
"Don't talk nonsense..." Xiaomei's face changed, as if I had really guessed her secret.
"So? Don't be afraid, you're a sexy little cat, stealing a kiss is a sexy little cat's natural right, go steal one! That night you called and said you hugged him, I didn't feel sad at all, I was actually very happy. A beautiful and elegant wife like me deserves the love of many men, especially the love of an outstanding man like Xie Ming, who is so young and already holds a high position in a top music company. I only ask you one question, if you fall in love with Xie Ming, will you still love your husband?"
"Of course," her eyes flickered, still not quite sure if I was joking or serious, "You, you, you, if you're trying to trick me, I've fallen for your trick this time," she paused, lowered her head, "To tell you the truth, he has already confessed to me, he likes me."
"And you? Do you hate him?"
"Well, I don't really hate him."
After saying this, she threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly and pressing her head against my chest. "I'm telling you the truth, are you... are you starting to hate me?"
More than six years of loyalty, at this moment, was about to crumble to ashes. No words could describe my feelings: it was like icy seawater burning fiercely like flames! I suddenly understood the allure of wife-swapping, like a famous writer's explanation of tragedy: destroying the most precious thing in the world for others to see. But it can't be seen as a pure tragedy. Because the purpose of destroying this thing is to allow it to be reborn in someone else's hands, and even more dazzlingly beautiful, only now bearing someone else's mark.
"No, it's just that thinking about what might happen in the future makes my heart pound," I told the truth.
Xiaomei said nothing more, only repeatedly stroking her sexy little feet, her eyelashes lowered, like a little girl who had made a big mistake.
"Think about it again, can you bear me falling in love with him?"
"Fall in love with him??"
"Yes, fall in love with him. I'll think about him often, I'll feel sad when we're apart, I'll be happy when we're together, I'll talk to him on the phone, and I'll often wish him well."
"Like a girl in love?"
"Yes, and I'll celebrate my birthday sweetly with him, travel with him—can you accept all of this?"
"...This is just a one-time game, can we not talk about such feelings?"
“You can’t look at it that way. Feelings develop and change. You can’t treat wife-swapping as a way to spice up your sex life. Women are people too. Maybe at first it’s just a sexual partner, but over time, it’s hard to say what will happen, especially for someone like me who sees sex and love as one. Can you hold onto my heart and prevent it from going astray?”
I had thought about this question many times in the past two days, so I quickly answered, “I will absolutely not lose you. You can rest assured about that. First, we have a child. Second, we have been married for six years. Third, you two are both too strong-willed and competitive. If you two got together, you would break up within half a month.”
Xiaomei was very agitated, her chest heaving, and she lowered her head without saying a word, but it was clear that she was going through a fierce internal struggle.
"When and how did he confess to you?"
"Four days ago. He said he loved me and wanted me."
"How did you reject him?"
"I said, 'Are you crazy?'"
I took out her phone, found Xie Ming's number, wrote a text message, and showed it to Xiao Mei. Xiao Mei just smiled shyly, nestled in my arms, and didn't say anything. I sent it.
The message read: "I'm a little lonely. Thinking about what you said four days ago warmed my heart, but we can't be together."
"You want me to slowly seduce him and then give myself to him, right?"
"Let's see how he replies."
A few minutes later, Xie Ming replied: "Is now a good time? I'd like to talk to you for a bit."
Seeing my nod of agreement, she replied with an "OK. "
The phone rang.
Xiao Mei hesitated for a moment and asked if I could leave for a moment.
I went out. You little bitch.
Half an hour later, they ended their call.
"How did it go?"
"I lied to him and said my husband had found someone else, that I hated him, and that I realized I'd acted impulsively and hoped to be a good subordinate to him from now on. Also, I said... about the Hong Kong client incident, I was very grateful to him for protecting me, and he said he hoped to protect me for the rest of his life. I said, 'Fate is predetermined, I, I, I will give him a chance.' Um, honey, how embarrassing!" Xiaomei blushed deeply, threw herself into my arms, and we became entangled.
I quickly stripped Xiaomei naked, threw her onto the bed, pounced on her naked, white body, and began to make love.
Xiaomei moaned as she said, "Fuck me hard, in a couple of days, this body will be given to someone else. Oh, oh, fuck me well, I hope you don't lose to him!"
"How are you going to seduce him? Confess!"
"I don't know, I really don't know."
"What if he wants to kiss you?"
"I...I'll let him kiss me."
"What if he wants to touch you?"
"I'll let him touch me too."
"You little slut, if he wants to touch you, you'll just let him?"
"I'll let him do whatever he wants. If he touches me, I'll...cooperate with him, give myself to him completely. Hmm..."
During the intermission, Xiaomei suddenly said, "Husband, you really understand me so well. Even I don't understand my own thoughts, but you've seen through them for me. Thank you."
I asked her what was wrong, and Xiaomei smiled and said, "Let me tell you a secret, when I was making love just now, I was thinking that the person on top was Xie Ming, and in a flash, in a flash, I came!"
One sentence stimulated me to regain my virility, and I turned over and mounted him again.
In the next two scenes, I played Xie Ming, in his home and in his office respectively.
That night's lovemaking was extraordinary; we hadn't even had such an exciting and passionate celebration during our honeymoon.
Afterwards, Xiaomei lay in my arms and asked me, "Honey, how did you feel when you heard me call his name?"
"Thinking about how it's about to become a reality made me incredibly excited, but... it was also a little painful."
Xiaomei hesitated for a moment, then took my hand again, looked up at me intently, and said, "Can you really handle it? If you regret it, I can still stop now, but later, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop."
I nodded firmly.
I lit a cigarette, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow. I just wondered, is it a blessing or a curse for a novelist to personally experience the joys and sorrows of the characters in their stories?
The next morning, before Xiaomei went to work, I patted her bottom: "Little red apricot, let's start cheating today."
Xiaomei glanced at me with lustful eyes, nodded, and left. I suddenly realized that Xiaomei's waist was incredibly slender and long; in high heels, she looked like a willow swaying gracefully in the spring breeze. My heart ached, yet my mind raced, filled with a whirlwind of emotions. What would it be like to see my wife flirting with another man? Would she flirt with Xie Ming?
Xie Ming would definitely want to be alone with her tonight; would she shyly agree to a date with him? Would the date be tonight? If she asked me for my consent, I would certainly agree. Would she kiss Xie Ming? Would her tongue slip into his mouth and swirl around during the kiss? Would she fall in love with Xie Ming? Would I lose her completely?
For five days in a row, Xiao Mei came home on time, her expression unchanged when she saw me.
"Nothing happened," she said indifferently. No matter how I asked, she wouldn't say anything more about her relationship with Xie Ming.
On the sixth night, when I returned home, Xiao Mei was dressed up and about to leave.
"You? What are you doing? Are you on a date with him?" My heart suddenly tightened.
"No, my high school classmate Xiaoyan asked me to help her choose a wedding dress."
I lost control for a moment and excitedly hugged and kissed Xiaomei. "Mei, I'm so afraid I'll lose you."
Xiaomei smiled and let me hug her. After a while, she pulled her hands away, lowered her head, and said after a long pause, "Let me tell you the truth. I've already made plans with him to have dinner at his house tonight."
I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave. "No, I don't agree. I still have some things to discuss with you tonight."
Xiaomei cupped my face in her hands and looked at me gently. "Xiao Xu, don't torment me anymore. If I promise not to go this time, you'll encourage me again next time. And if I get encouraged by you again, you'll do the same thing again. Besides, you've had this wife for six years. Giving her to someone else... once or twice won't hurt you. It just adds some fun to our lives. Isn't that interesting? Like the lovemaking the other day, that was your best performance ever."
"Then swear to me you won't leave me."
Xiaomei giggled, circling me twice. "You're more handsome than him? No. You earn more money than him? No. You can make me laugh better than him? No. You're... incomparable! My little husband, what should I do?"
I looked at her pitifully, never expecting Xiaomei's jokes to be so cruel.
"Husband, I don't know what happened. At first, I just thought it was a game between you and me, and he was just a prop. But after flirting with him for several days, just today, I realized I've truly fallen in love with him. Tonight, I might not give myself to him, but it's only a matter of time."
I trembled, looking at the lustful Xiaomei, not knowing what to do. Should I threaten her, or beg her? What should I do?!
Looking at my pitiful state, Xiaomei sighed again, took out a handkerchief to wipe my tears, and said gently, "You occupy almost my entire heart. You and the child are really, really important to me. You will always be my husband, don't worry about that. Me and him, we're just...like two moving magnets, right now we might be opposite polarities, attracting each other, but maybe tomorrow, we'll turn around, our polarities will be the same, and we'll repel each other, rubbing against each other, the farther apart the better!" Then she whispered
in my ear, "I won't be like Ling'er in your novel, giving you... " "Calling you like this, provoking you like this, you'll definitely divorce me, divorce this little slut. Tomorrow, maybe the day after, maybe next week, I'll come back and report to you how he did it to me. Just imagine, me naked, being kissed by him until my whole body is numb, my juices flowing freely, his big cock covered in my juices, shiny and glistening, thrusting into your little wife's little cunt again and again, filling it to the brim, his hands repeatedly teasing your precious little wife's nipples, the ones you'd be furious about after Pingyu touched them once, making me beg for mercy... You're hard now, aren't you? Isn't it exciting?" She touched my genitals, her face also flushed, and asked me.
I nodded involuntarily, my cock erect. As I was leaving, Xiaomei noticed I was still upset. On a whim, she pulled a small key from her purse and tossed it to me: "It's in the second drawer of your desk. It's my diary. You can only read from October onwards, promise me! If you look even once more, you'll be struck by lightning!"
After Xiaomei left, I didn't keep my promise. I skimmed through many entries, from several years ago to the most recent ones.
What moved me deeply was how her diary was filled with love for me, love for our children, and appreciation for our family. She tirelessly wrote words of love for her husband in every entry, elevating every little thing I did for her to the level of love, praising me lavishly.
While flipping through the pages, I was surprised to see He Guocai's name appear repeatedly in two entries. After reading them, I was horrified.
On [date], that scoundrel He Guocai—he actually used the opportunity of giving my husband a commission to humiliate me!
Today was my day off. Around 4 PM, I had just finished showering when He Guocai knocked on the door, saying he was giving out commissions. I was quite happy; it seems my husband's commission increased again this month, reaching over 5,000 yuan. I told him I'd come over for tea sometime, and he shamelessly said he was free today. I thought, even if he's from across the hall, he wouldn't dare come to my house to molest me, so I made him some tea. I had just sat down when he shamelessly sat down next to me, his eyes darting around.
My hair wasn't dry yet, and I was only wearing a nightgown. Although I had buttoned up the top when I opened the door, I wasn't wearing a bra! My lower body was even more inappropriate; the opening went all the way up to my thighs (I have to throw this nightgown away, I can't forget it!!). I had to hunch my chest, cover the opening with one hand, and keep my legs together to prevent him from getting any bad ideas. After all, he was there to give out money, and I really couldn't afford to argue with him.
After taking a couple of sips, he started talking about how he'd been married to Jia Yueying for years and how boring it was. He said she was just a wooden beauty with no refinement or education (my god, would a woman with any refinement be with him!). He then praised me for being a musician and how elegant I was, and then he wanted to see my hands, saying he wanted to study how a pianist's hands are different from a normal person's.
I initially refused to let him see them, but he said he wouldn't leave if I didn't. I was afraid he'd get angry if Xu Fang came back, and we couldn't afford to offend someone like that, so I reluctantly showed him my right hand. He grabbed my right hand and kissed it. I was furious and slapped him with my left hand, but he grabbed it too. Then he pressed my body down with his arm, and one hand reached down to my lower body, touching and rubbing. I… I'd never encountered anything like this before. Even Pingyu wasn't such a scoundrel. I was stunned, screamed a few times, and he touched my vagina.
I swear, in my next life, I will never be a woman again. Why do women so easily succumb to physical pleasure?! He only touched me for a few minutes before I completely went limp, my mind went blank, only waves of pleasure overwhelmed me. I remember later, when he kissed me, I shamelessly gave him my tongue to taste! How embarrassing! When I finally regained some consciousness, I realized he had taken off my pajamas, leaving me completely naked, like a lamb.
When I saw him pull out his stinky penis—almost twice the size of Xu Fang's—I was terrified and screamed loudly, probably heard throughout the entire building, scaring him away. I didn't tell anyone. He Guocai was indeed too important to my husband. Not just financially, but also because my husband's company didn't recognize his abilities, while He often praised him, greatly satisfying his ego!
I whispered to myself, "This guy is such a scoundrel. He seems to know exactly where my sensitive spots are. If he played with me, I might really get incredibly pleasure."
On [Date], Jia Yueying, that female hooligan, just like her husband, left me completely bewildered and at a loss. She took a bath with me (I'll never bathe with anyone other than my husband again!), and suddenly her fingers pinched my nipple, pulling, tugging, and circling it. I immediately went limp and retaliated, giving her a good beating too.
Later, I really couldn't control myself and slept with her, doing some hooligan things. Because of the incident where He Guocai molested me, I suddenly had a whimsical idea: to have her use a sex toy on me. Just thinking about He Guocai's big cock made me completely weak. I thought, "It would be best if you killed me. He Guocai, use your big cock to kill this little slut. I want to be fucked to the point of ecstasy." That time was truly wonderful. I whispered to myself: Xu Fang probably could never bring me to that level in his entire life. This one time was worth it.
I was stunned. I never imagined He Guocai had done such a thing, and I never imagined Xiaomei was so promiscuous at heart.
In her diary, her complaints about me fell into three categories. The first was that I didn't take housework seriously; she did all the work, and she didn't seem to care about these small things. The second was that I lacked romance and understanding, and that life had become dull after having a child. The third was about my lack of enthusiasm in our sex life, my perfunctory attitude, the shortened duration, and my infrequent ability to bring her to orgasm. I hadn't expected Xiaomei to actually care so much about these things (especially the shortened duration; although she always comforted me, saying that brevity is a style, it seemed she wasn't truly feeling the truth).
As for her recent relationship with Xie Ming, the emotions she expressed in her diary initially made me feel a pang of sadness, but upon rereading, I felt a sense of relief.
For example: "Can a woman love two men on [date]? I find it really difficult." The first time I kissed him, I felt incredibly happy. I thought to myself, "Was my choice wrong? Xie is my true love!" I love him so much. I love the perfume he always wears (it's strange that one of the main reasons I hate him is because he wears that perfume), I love the nasal tone of his voice, I love his southern accent, and I love how he would touch my breasts intentionally or unintentionally when he hugs me.
I really want to be with him soon. I'll let him ejaculate inside me (even if it means getting pregnant with his child). These past few days, my husband has been very passionate during sex with me, but I keep thinking about how happy I would be if it were Xie on top of me! Husband, I'm so sorry.
But when I get home and look at my husband, I feel a heavy sense of guilt.
After all, we've been together for so many years; I absolutely cannot betray him. Even if it means sacrificing this love. Is what Xie and I have love? Or is it just the thrill of an affair? Xie has some young girls around him, but he seems more interested in married women, like Zhao Lei. I think she's having an affair with him.
On [date], I found my husband even more endearing. He has strange sexual desires; he wants to see me with other men, but he can't bear to actually be with Xie. You can tell from his eyes. Actually, he doesn't need to worry at all. How could I possibly live with Xie and abandon him? Xie doesn't give me a sense of security, which is very important for a woman.
Living with this cuckolded man, I get the thrill of extramarital sex and the security of a marriage. I get both, so why would I leave him? Besides, we've always loved each other. He's so loyal to me; he wouldn't even glance at a vixen like Jia Yueying (haha, silly husband, she's so beautiful, if he looked at her more, I'd agree too. Maybe I should sleep with her and get revenge for the humiliation I suffered at the hands of He Guocai!).
And to my own whispers: How about a husband-swapping session with the neighbors? Not a bad idea. Let them cheat on each other, thinking they're in the wrong, but actually, it's us women who benefit, haha!
Tomorrow, [date], I'll give myself to him. I know I'll regret it later. But I really can't control myself. This afternoon, during a meeting, he touched my foot with his. I looked at him, wanting to devour him. He's lovable, and hateful; he's too greedy.
He actually told me himself that he had slept with Aunt Zhu before, and she was ten years older than him! So, he just enjoys stealing other people's wives; it gives him a sense of accomplishment. But after things got this far, it's like I'm under a spell; I just want to be played by him, even if he abandons me in the future. He's so charming; men and women alike think he's a good person, but in reality, he's a complete scoundrel, the wolf in sheep's clothing our kindergarten teacher warned us to be especially wary of.
Tomorrow, I'm moving into his house. I'm going to let him enjoy me for a week, taking whatever he wants from me, and without condoms, ejaculating directly into my uterus. I want his huge penis inside me a thousand times. For this week, I have no husband, no children, no me; only him. Afterward, I will abandon him, leave him, and return to my husband. I can't let him win against me.
Husband, forgive me for going too far this time, let me go crazy this once, and I will repay you for the rest of my life.
I wanted to look at him more closely, but unexpectedly, Xiaomei came home after only an hour. As soon as I heard Xiaomei open the security door, I immediately put the diary back where it was and locked the drawer. When Xiaomei got home, the first thing she did was ask for her key back and ask me if I had read her diary, and if so, which day? I told her that I believed she wouldn't leave me, so I adhered to my moral principles and hadn't read a single page.
Xiao Mei hugged my head and murmured, “I was afraid you would think I was a bad woman, afraid that after you read my diary you would not understand me and would not want me anymore, so I rushed back. Otherwise,” Xiao Mei bit her lip, feeling very shy, “now his penis has started firing cannons into my little hole, making me so happy that I rolled my eyes. Come on, honest people will be rewarded. Now you can fuck me.”
(5) Diary and “Record” “Day”
That night, there was thunder and lightning outside, and the wind and rain were raging. Inside, Mei Xue and I were also passionate and making love. After we finished, Xiao Mei leaned on me and said, “To tell you the truth, I have already gone to his bed. That guy has already taken off my clothes. But I, I suddenly felt that if I continue, I will lose this family and lose you. Really, at that moment I thought of your goodness and almost shed tears.”
"Husband, I don't know if you've read my diary, but deep down I really hope you have. For so long, I haven't fully opened my heart to you. You know, tonight, on one hand, I wanted to give my body to another man, and on the other hand, I wanted to give my soul completely to you. My body writhes beneath another man, gaining some temporary physical pleasure, but my heart is simultaneously soaring freely and joyfully with yours, possessing and merging with each other..."
Looking into Xiaomei's pure eyes, I was deeply moved. This woman, my little darling, my wild little vixen, has her body ever truly and completely belonged to me?
From a natural perspective, a person's body belongs only to themselves. Perhaps you have a one-night stand with a man or woman, or a lifelong marriage; you can control their actions, influence their minds, at a certain time. But what do you think you possess? In reality, besides yourself, have you ever truly possessed anyone? Can you possess her forever? Can you truly possess both her soul and her body completely? Once you gain that power, how long can the pleasure of possession last?
My wife, however, places boundless trust and love in me. She is willing to honestly reveal everything deep within her heart to me. With a wife like this, what more could I ask for in life? Yes, to love her is to make her happy!
That night, we held each other tightly, kissing, wishing we could give each other our hearts.
I confessed to her that I had read her diary and knew roughly about many important events.
Including her being molested by He Guocai, her affair with Xiao Jia, her falling in love with Xie Ming, her deepest, most primal desires, her torment between lust and morality…
I asked her, “Do you really want to completely give yourself to He Guocai to play with?”
She buried her head in my arms in shame, without explicitly objecting.
I stammered, "I need to confess something to you. Last time, you suspected that Jia Yueying and I had a relationship, and you were right."
Xiaomei suddenly laughed, "...Honey, don't lie to me. You and her, it was only three minutes. What could you possibly do?...Oh, I guess you don't want me to feel too guilty! Thank you, my dear husband! Tell me the truth, do you like Jia Yueying?"
"Like her? Oh, hard to say...It's like seeing a bright moon in the sky, beautiful scenery, people are creatures who love beauty, of course I'd like it, but that's all, nothing more."
Unexpectedly, Xiaomei pinched me hard: "She's the moon in the sky? Then what am I?"
"You, you are the sun in the sky, the goddess in my heart, my paradise!"
Then I asked her in return, "You love me, and you love Xie Ming, so what is your love for me like, and what is your love for him like?"
Although she could hear the bitterness in my tone, she still told me the truth: "To me, you are like the moon in the sky, and he is like a shooting star that occasionally flashes across the sky. He did attract me, and I was fascinated by the brief appearance and swift disappearance of shooting stars. I would even make a wish upon a shooting star, but that would be a very short dream, just an illusion. I said some inappropriate things in my diary, and these words may hurt you. In fact, you will soon find that my heart can no longer accommodate anyone else. You and the child have already filled my heart!" I
looked at her for a long time, just like in a scene from an Aunt Qiong Yao's book. I was really, really moved at that moment.
A mischievous glint suddenly flashed in her serious eyes, and she said, "Alright, that concludes our couples' talk. Now, are you going to honestly confess whether you have any feelings for Jia Yueying? I mean, have you ever thought about doing 'that' with her?"
"...Do, do which one?"
"Hey, which one do you think you should do?! Do you really have something going on with her? I feel like you're a little guilty."
"No, no, it's just that...you know, I feel like she, she's not quite the same as you." Sweat started to bead on my forehead.
"Nonsense. Oh, you, are you a little embarrassed to admit it? You, you really like her, don't you?" Xiaomei's voice was soft and gentle, her eyes like crescent moons, her smile both charming and dignified. I was even more afraid that she would turn against me if she found out the truth, so I gritted my teeth and decided to stick to my guns.
"I really don't like her type of beauty. How should I put it? Too grand, too rigid, lacking uniqueness. After thinking it over, I still prefer someone like you, delicate and petite."
Xiaomei was very emotional, pulling me tightly into her arms, murmuring, "I know, I know, I'm the only one in the world who's right for you, I'm your only one. If I die, who will I leave you to in peace?" Then, a crystal tear splashed onto my face. "Actually, I know you're lying to me, trying to coax me. I've teased you like this, and you're still holding on, which means you care about me a lot. Listen carefully this time, I agree, you and Jia Yueying can go crazy for once. But, only once. Do you hear me?!"
I nodded involuntarily. Xiaomei cupped my face in her hands, her eyes blazing. "Listen," she said, "if you get close to that Jia Yueying, you absolutely cannot kiss her. That's what I care about most. You know?" I
nodded, but Xiaomei seemed to get angrier as she spoke. "Also, you can't let her touch you. That woman's hands are the most improper. And you can't touch her there either, it's dirty there! Also, don't do it for too long, and the position, it's best to be..."
She laughed as she spoke, "I can't say anymore, my chest is a little sore." She tapped her chest. "Thinking about going to someone's house, being his concubine, serving him in bed and out, yet demanding that my husband not do this or that, it's not right."
"Why don't you tell me what you care about most about me and him doing? I'd be more careful." She covered her eyes with her hands and began to interrogate me about my tolerance.
“I don’t mind you serving him in bed, but off-bed, I don’t think you need to serve him, right? That’s what wives do. You go to him mainly for that, aren’t you? I don’t really like it.”
Xiaomei nodded solemnly. “Can I talk to you about my feelings? I mean, I might not be able to express it over the phone. How about we keep in touch via QQ?”
“How about this, you write a diary on his computer every day and then send it to me…”
“Yes, that would be best!”
The next morning, before I even got out of bed, Xiaomei quickly packed her things and left home.
That night, I couldn’t do anything. I checked my email every few minutes. To be honest, at one point, I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, and it felt like I was looking at a stranger. By midnight, there was still no email, and I started sobbing. It was completely unlike when I was writing; I had no desire to masturbate. I couldn’t even get an erection.
The next morning, I finally couldn’t hold back anymore and called Xiaomei.
The voice on the other end of the phone was still so melodious and calm, as if nothing had happened last night.
"Honey, I miss you."
"I miss you so much. Didn't you write in your diary last night?"
"...I did, I wanted to send it to you, but I'm really sorry, I didn't. Do you really want to read it?"
"Yes. From now on, you have to send me your diary every night, understand?" Hearing the same gentle voice on the other end of the phone, my anger flared.
"Okay, okay. I'll send it to you tonight."
**************** Xiaomei's Diary:
I left home early one morning, afraid to see my husband, yet reluctant to leave.
I couldn't concentrate on work in the morning, so I asked him for leave and told him I'd come to his place that evening, then wandered around the streets.
I didn't go to work until the afternoon. When I saw him, I smiled and then lowered my head.
My heart was pounding like a deer. My heart is broken, do you know?
Honey, this is the second time I've felt lust for a man in five years. Tonight I'm going to share a bed with another man, and my mind is in turmoil. Looking in the mirror, my cheeks are flushed, and I touch my chest, my heart pounding with desire. How am I going to face him tonight?! Should I undress first, or should he undress me?! Sigh, I don't want to think about it anymore. Sooner or later I'll be his meal anyway, so I'll just let things take
their course. Everyone left in the afternoon, and then I got into his car. In the car, I remained silent the whole way, only listening to him talk.
He seemed indifferent, such a good actor. Tonight I'll see his true colors as a lecher, and become his plaything!
After entering the house, I felt truly at a loss. Remembering my last experience, I decided to ignore him, watch TV, and joke around with him for a while. After dinner, I started washing the dishes (I'm sorry, honey, I broke my vow the night before and did the housework for him). It felt like I had truly become his beloved little wife, and my heart trembled. Is this the feeling of happiness? It's somewhat like it.
Then, at his request, I changed into the new clothes I'd bought that morning. Ah, the truth came out. I told him to leave, but he wouldn't, so I had to turn around and change. It was a one-piece suit! In the end, instead of changing, he stripped me down to just my shorts and a tank top. I laughed and hid in the bedroom, but he still caught me.
I didn't resist anymore, letting him carry me to the bed. Honey, this time, your wife can't escape. He asked if I wanted a condom, and I said no, I'd already taken my pill.
When he kissed my lower abdomen, I suddenly burst out laughing, unable to control myself. He continued touching and kissing me, and I couldn't laugh anymore. I twisted my thighs, slowly spreading them apart, letting him continue kissing me.
My silly husband, this is where your wife's sweetest spot is! I told you to kiss her, but you wouldn't, and now someone else is getting the kisses.
When I was exhausted from twisting, he calmly pulled down his pants, hugged me, and began groping me again, making me call him "dear husband," "dear brother." Then he faced me, had me sit on his lap, and slowly inserted his large penis into my vagina, gesturing for me to watch the whole process: that penis, thick and strong, with its two testicles... just thinking about the semen hidden inside about to be released into my body made me wet even more.
From the moment his large glans entered my vagina, until it was completely submerged, deeply penetrating my pure little hole that had only been opened for you, I lost my chastity to you and became his woman.
Husband, do you know? Seeing that scene, any woman would go weak.
Even after thrusting to the deepest point, he asked me, "Can you feel the end?" I nodded. I kissed him. He touched my breasts, touched my smooth back.
The first thrust was initiated by me. I shifted my buttocks back, and his large penis, dripping with my juices, parted my red labia, leaving only the glans inside. Then I hugged him tightly, thrusting forward, and we began to wrestle again.
I don't really remember what happened after that, but over and over again, he penetrated me until I was foaming at the mouth. I hooked my head around his and whispered in his ear, "You're so strong! Eat me up." I felt like a little lamb being slaughtered, clinging to human hands before my neck was cut, hoping they would go too far.
One morning, I still vividly remembered waking up, thinking it was you beside me. I even patted your chest before realizing I was naked, my face burning. Seeing my clothes under the bed, I tried to quietly get up, but he spotted me, pulled me back into his arms, and grabbed me.
I hurriedly told him I couldn't do it now, I hadn't taken my medicine. But he couldn't wait, so I had no choice but to risk it. "We did it this morning too," he said, "and you didn't want to kiss me, saying your breath tasted bad. See, Xie Ming, he's a real sex maniac! His kisses were so passionate!" I returned his tenderness, surrendering myself to him again and again. While we were making love, he called his company, saying we'd gone on a business trip together that morning. So, we went at it all morning.
He tried several positions, but I was a little shy and couldn't relax. He said he'd train me properly these next few days. "Honey," I said, "I'll teach you when we get home." So, I'll learn diligently and attentively. Don't mind if other women use the same position on your wife!
There's one position I really like, the side-lying position. I was really into it then. He kept going until I climaxed, his penis against one side of my vagina, like a little bird, little by little. When it really needed it, he would lift my thighs and thrust in hard. He kept making me climax wave after wave, like a rising tide, engulfing me and sweeping me away. Husband, at that moment, I really wanted you to share my ecstasy and pleasure—if you could handle it.
We were exhausted in the afternoon and took a nap. In the evening, we went out for dinner. On the way back, he asked me, "Are you still okay?" I laughed and said, "Yes, Young Marshal, you're invincible. This girl is waiving the battle."
Jia Yueying hasn't come back yet? Tomorrow, I'm going home to get some face cream. Don't stay home! I'll be shy, I'll really be shy! (Stomping her feet, whining, wiping away tears, looking pitiful) Please, please, don't be home between 7:00 and 　　7:30 　　tonight 　　!
********** 　　... 　　After a long pause, Xiaomei turned her face, her features stiff with nervousness. 　　"Husband...did you miss me?" 　　"Of course I missed you, but did you miss me?" 　　In the darkness, I couldn't tell if Xiaomei's face was flushed, but from her voice, I knew she was embarrassed. 　　"Yes! Actually, I think about you every moment." 　　"Except when we climax during sex, right?" 　　Xiaomei sensed from my voice that I wasn't very angry, and she relaxed: "Ugh! Don't talk nonsense!" 　　She then hit me with her handbag. 　　"Your diary isn't very vivid, and it's not comprehensive." 　　Xiaomei lowered her head. "How much more comprehensive do you want me to be? I've been...shameless to the extreme." 　　I suddenly smelled a faint, tea-like fragrance on her, in addition to her usual nighttime scent. It must be men's cologne. This little slut, she's already smelled another man. 　　My lust intensified, and I hugged her tightly, asking, "Tonight, let's not go out, okay?" 　　Xiaomei lowered her head, fidgeting with her fingers, twisting her body, hummed in agreement, and shook her head. 　　"We agreed on this..." 　　"The child wants to see you these next few days, he misses you." 　　"Let me be a young girl again, don't tell him I'm a mother now, okay?" 　　I didn't say anything more, and carried her slender body into the inner room. Xiaomei struggled, kicking her legs, "He's still waiting for me downstairs, please. Don't do this." 　　I didn't care about anything else and forcibly unbuttoned her shirt. Suddenly, I stopped: on Xiaomei's right breast, there was a faint red mark, like the mark left after a deep kiss. 　　Examining her shoulder, there was also a faint red mark like that. 　　"He kissed you? So deep? Doesn't it hurt?" I couldn't believe it. As I spoke, I reached my hand into her chest to touch Xiaomei's nipple. 　　“Silly boy, of course it doesn’t hurt,” Xiaomei pushed my hand away, covered her mouth and laughed, her laughter shaking her head. “I’ll teach you the first trick, I just learned it: when it’s time to use force with a woman, don’t show any mercy.” 　　“Was he quite forceful when he penetrated you?” 　　“Ugh, um, don’t ask.” 　　“Tell the truth, or I won’t let you go.” 　　“Of course he used a lot of force… and I also thrust hard against him, holding his waist, letting him penetrate very deeply…” 　　“What else did you learn from him? Side sex, did he enjoy it when he did it with side sex? How did it compare to mine?” 　　Xiaomei looked into my eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded deeply. “A little better than you.” 　　“How many times? How many times have you done it with him these past few days?” 　　“About dozens of times.” 　　“Give me one time now, okay or not?” I felt increasingly uncomfortable, on one hand hoping she would agree, and on the other hand hoping she wouldn’t give me any at all during this period. 　　"Oh no, I still need to give him another go tonight." 　　As we arrived, Xiaomei nimbly slipped out of my arms while I was taking off my shirt, grabbed her things, and ran to the bedroom door. Turning back with a smile, she said, "I'll be back in five days. She's your wife, what's the rush!" 　　I could only wave to her and whisper, "Don't go overboard." 　　"Anything else?" Xiaomei asked, puffing out her chest and smiling. 　　"Don't let anyone touch you and start moaning like that, as if I've never satisfied you before, okay? Be stronger, hold on as long as you can." 　　Xiaomei's face flushed crimson, and she said shyly, "Pah! I've never moaned like that... Besides, what good is holding on? In the end, I'll still give it to him." 　　Before leaving, I looked at my beloved wife again and suddenly noticed that Xiaomei, standing so straight, had her long legs tightly pressed together. I wondered if, when Xie Ming separated them that night, they would bend and straighten in spasms? 　　***************Xiaomei's Diary: 　　On a certain day of a certain month, tonight, I picked up some things from home. Back at this house (my husband Xie's house), I started unpacking. Then I cooked and served Xie Ming dinner. 　　I'm starting to like it here, honey, this house is really cozy. Two bedrooms, a large living room, and two bathrooms. There's one in the master bedroom. After making love at night, I don't need to go out; I can just shower here.

Honey, his semen is thick and sticky, flowing out of my little hole and getting on my labia and pubic hair. It'll take forever to wash it off. Can you help me? Hehe!
What were you doing at ten o'clock tonight? Were you watching TV? Do you know that at that time, I was lying naked beneath Xie Ming, moaning, willingly offering my snow-white body to him again.
Thinking it over, I feel truly guilty for failing your request. Tonight, he used four thin ropes to tie my limbs. Then, he gently ran a feather across my body, repeatedly sliding it over some spots. The nipples you wanted to touch tonight but couldn't are now hard, purple, and swollen from that feather, but I can't move my body or reach out to touch them for even a moment.
Just when I was about to go crazy, Xie Ming finally began to enjoy this body that was aroused to the point of burning with desire. He slowly started tasting from my mouth and tongue, all the way to my nipples. At first, he just licked, but I told him he could bite gently, and he did just that. I really brought this upon myself; in the end, I was the one who suffered. My little Mei Xue was almost melting into water; I couldn't be strong anymore.
The most hateful thing was that this bad guy, repeatedly rubbing and grinding his big meat stick against my labia, clitoris, and the outside of my vagina. The flesh inside was so itchy, but he just wouldn't violate it. I was driven to unbearable itch, and from commanding to negotiating to begging with tears in my eyes, my only goal was one thing: to let him penetrate me, however he wanted.
Only after I gritted my teeth, my little buttocks trembling and thrusting, and I actually came once, did he, with my overflowing juices, fully penetrate my flower core. I felt so good that I kept calling him my dear husband.
He's most proud of this nickname. Sometimes he'll deliberately ask me, "Isn't your husband's surname Xu?" I'll say, "Both are my husbands." He insists I admit who my favorite husband is. As his subservient servant, I have no choice but to bow my head and suffer in silence. Who told you to complain that I didn't write everything? If I had, please don't be angry! You can give me a good scolding when we get home. I
really can't write anymore; my wrists are a little sore. He's getting out of bed to carry me back. Looks like
I'll have to give him another go. My two little nipples suddenly feel itchy. Don't worry, someone will come to pamper you in a little while. By the way, tomorrow is my birthday, 11:15 PM, the time I was born. I'll be lying naked in his arms, no pills, no condoms, letting his shiny big cock freely and passionately penetrate your precious little hole. Happy birthday to me first! I know you'll be sad, poor darling. I wonder if Jia Yueying is back yet. Maybe I should let her comfort you.
(VI) Sister and Younger Sister
Around eleven o'clock, after reading the diary, I felt incredibly impulsive. Like the analogy I used earlier, it was like taking a bite of fried ice cream; only after swallowing did I experience the sensation of both heat and cold.
Although I anticipated that Xiaomei's infidelity would bring her all sorts of pleasures and excitements impossible within marriage, this pleasure belonged entirely to her and another man. In this act of adultery, I didn't even have the chance to observe; I could only grasp its outline through fantasies and associations—something I hadn't anticipated.
I rummaged through the wardrobe and found several of Xiaomei's underwear and panties. Among them was a pair of semi-transparent, thin, and light silver silk panties, which instantly aroused me. I held them to my face, repeatedly inhaling their scent. A fresh scent of laundry detergent suddenly filled me with a strange longing.
The underwear, still carrying Xiaomei's body temperature and scent, the underwear soaked with her vaginal fluids, the underwear crumpled and pulled to the corner of the bed, the underwear wiped clean of Xie Ming and Xiaomei's love fluids—all of these are, in essence, abstract underwear, simply a piece of clothing covering the most mysterious part of Xiaomei's body.
Facing this fragrant, impeccably clean underwear, I futilely imagine its owner on the other side of the internet, at this very moment, surrendering its carefully guarded and protected sacred body again and again to filth and obscenity. Its pubic hair, vulva, buttocks, and perhaps even its anus, are being subjected to a pleasurable and unrestrained ravaging. Flesh against flesh, flesh pressed against flesh, everywhere specks of warm, yellow semen and white vaginal fluid. It and I can only stare at each other, helpless and frustrated.
I can't quite describe the thought that was driving me. I took a bag of ice from the freezer and placed it beside me. Then, I wrapped my penis in my underwear and started masturbating while looking at Xiaomei's diary on the screen.
After about five minutes, I felt a particularly tingling sensation on the head of my penis, so I quickly grabbed a piece of ice and rubbed it all over my penis. The sudden cold stimulation made it much calmer, and then I continued masturbating.
While masturbating, I imagined what was happening on the other end, muttering to myself, "Xiaomei, how does it feel?"
"Xiaomei, is it really hitting you hard this time?"
"Xiaomei, try different positions, like the doggy style, okay?"
"Yes, that's best, expose your little hole and pubic hair. Scream, beg him to put it in, to put it in hard. How's that, feeling good, you little bitch? Did you come?"
"Are you exhausted? Let him hold you and fuck you, sit on his lap, let him touch your nipples and kiss you. Down there? Still not in? Don't worry, aim, yes, that's it, in now?"
"Is he here too? He's probably about to ejaculate. You, you hold him tighter, yes, your genitals against his stomach, don't move, is he right at your G-spot? That big cock is starting to tremble, okay, you should give in too, yes, kiss him, good, did the first shot go in? Did you ejaculate like a river? Shoot, shoot, shoot more for him!"
While I was immersed in my imagination, I was also clearly aware that my imagination and what was actually happening on the other side might not be too different. Xiaomei's warm and smooth body was undoubtedly putting on an increasingly passionate and increasingly unbearable carnal performance. I became more and more excited, and if it weren't for the ice packs, I probably would have already ejaculated.
A whole hour passed, and I estimated that the other side of the network had also stopped, before I finally ejaculated.
When I lay exhausted on the bed, I suddenly thought that if I were really like He Guocai, watching the lewdness from the side, I might not get this kind of pleasure.
Two days later, late one night, Mei Ning, my sister-in-law and Xiao Mei's half-sister who had just returned from the United States, suddenly called me urgently. She told me that my son, Xiao Bing, was sick with a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius, and that she and my parents-in-law had already taken him to the Children's Hospital. She asked Xiao Mei and me to come immediately. On the way to the hospital, I tried calling Xiao Mei, but her phone was off.
When we arrived at the hospital, my mother-in-law was already with the child, who was receiving an IV drip, and his grandfather was paying the bill. I gratefully thanked Mei Ning: "Thank you so much. We just got back from the United States and this happened. If it weren't for you, the old folks would have been exhausted. I was just thinking of visiting you these past few days. It's been over six years, and I've really missed you." I used a cheerful tone to mask the normal familial affection.
Mei Ning looked at me with a half-smile: "You really miss me?! Did you call me? Did you reply to my letter? Who are you?! I can't remember." Then she turned her head away.
I felt a little awkward and remained silent for a moment. The old lady came over, glanced quickly at Mei Ning and me, and then smiled at me, saying, "Has Ning'er changed in these six years?"
"Ning'er is even more beautiful," I praised sincerely. To be honest, even I don't understand why I chose the more strong-willed Mei Xue and gave up the more easygoing but prettier Mei Ning.
The old lady asked again, "Why hasn't Mei Xue come? It's been a week, why hasn't she come to see the child? Is she away on a business trip again?"
I quickly explained, "She went to Singapore and will be staying there for two weeks before she comes back."
"Ning'er said Xiaobing looks a lot like you, she likes him a lot, and these past few days she's been playing with him every day."
Mei Ningyu's face flushed slightly, and she quickly interrupted her, "Alright, alright. Xu Fang, why are you so thin now? How's your work going?"
"Call him brother-in-law, Ning'er."
Mei Ningyu gave her mother a sharp look, "When I met Xu Fang, he wasn't my brother-in-law yet, he wasn't even Mei Xue's friend. I'm used to calling him that, so I just call him Xu Fang."
"This child." The old lady said a few words, and didn't know what else to say.
"The job is alright. It's just a regular job, you make the same amount no matter how much you earn. What about you? I heard you're not planning to go back this time?"
"I couldn't make it in America, so I came back. With my PhD, I hope to get a better job, find a reliable partner who isn't fickle, and that'll be my life."
The old lady glanced at me, sighed, and looked back at the child.
I suddenly realized that easygoing people aren't necessarily open-minded about everything.
"Mei Ning, didn't you meet anyone you could connect with in America?"
"Connect? What good is that? We talked about music, movies, life, and relationships, we talked a mile a minute, and she might win my heart, but in the end, she might not stay with me." Mei Ning finally looked me directly in the eye, her tone indifferent, but her eyes revealed boundless resentment.
The old lady couldn't hold back any longer. She turned around, suppressing her anger, and scolded Mei Ning in a low voice, "Back then, your father only said a few words, saying that your sister never suffers a loss and lost her mother at a young age, so you should just give in to her. But you were so honest and gave in without hesitation. I did remind you. Don't blame anyone else, blame yourself. Besides, so many years have passed, your brother-in-law's child is already three years old, what's the point of bringing up those old grievances again?"
"Mom, I, I, I was too young back then, I didn't understand anything, but Mei Xue was too domineering!" Mei Ning's shoulders trembled, and tears finally fell.
"Alright, alright, your father will be back soon, you two stop this."
After more than ten minutes, Xiao Bing woke up again, crying and calling for his mother. We tried everything to coax the child, but it was no use. The child just wanted to talk to his mother.
"Phone, I want a phone, I want to talk to my mother." Xiao Bing cried and reached out for my phone.
The old lady asked me, "You don't even know which hotel his mother is staying at? Why don't you check? Maybe if you can get him to talk to his mother for a bit, he'll behave."
I had no choice but to go outside in the corridor and call Xie Ming's house. The phone rang for a while before Xie Ming answered, "Who is it?"
"It's Xu Fang."
"..."
"Is Xiao Mei there?"
"Xiao Mei? She, she's not here. Why are you asking me! I mean, how would I know!"
Xie Ming's explanation only made things worse, his tone becoming increasingly flustered.
"The child is sick. Let her talk to him on the phone. He wants to say a few words. I know she's with you."
I said the last sentence slowly and deliberately, and then there was silence on the other end of the line.
Two minutes later, Mei Xue got through to the child.
But as soon as they spoke, the child insisted on seeing his mother. Mei Xue, perhaps longing for her son and still feeling the effects of a night of passion, sounded as if she were still dreaming, and completely forgot my warning, agreeing to come immediately.
Xiaobing proudly handed me the phone: "Dad lied. He said Mom is in Singapore. Mom said she'll be there in ten minutes."
Mei Ning was leaning over Xiaobing and casually took the phone. She pressed only one button, then raised her eyebrows in surprise and glanced at me.
The old lady asked me, "Isn't her mother in Singapore? Isn't she supposed to be back in two weeks?"
I panicked a little, "She's coming? Yes, that's how it is," then I noticed Mei Ning staring at me with a puzzled look, so I had to shamelessly lie to smooth things over, "Well, she just got back today, but she's busy with a big project right now and won't be able to go home for another two weeks. She's been working overtime until late every night and sleeping at the company. I thought she must be tired, so I didn't ask her to come over."
A little over ten minutes later, Mei Xue rushed to the hospital. In the infusion room, she saw Mei Ning, paused for a moment, then beamed, "Isn't this Mei Ning? My dear little sister is back!" Then she kept complaining to her mother, "Mei Ning is back, but she didn't even call me. I've missed Ning'er so much these past few years. Sister, how are you?"
I quickly winked at her, but she only glanced at me and nodded slightly.
"I'm alright. Sister, you look great, you seem to be doing well too."
Before they could exchange more pleasantries, the child was already reaching out for her mother.
Mei Xue, while soothing the child, chatted with Mei Ning, "I've written you so many letters these past two years, and you've only replied with four or five, just a few words, not even a single photo... Has Xu Fang even forgotten what Ning'er looks like?" Then she gave me a smiling look.
I glared back at Mei Xue resentfully, and Mei Ning chimed in, "Sister, you're doing well, your sister is really happy for you," then she gently patted Mei Xue's shoulder, "I heard from brother-in-law that you just went to America these days, didn't you even say hello to your sister? Wouldn't it be better if we flew back together?"
"Singapore, it's Singapore," I quickly corrected.
Mei Xue didn't answer, glanced thoughtfully at Mei Ning for a couple of moments, then turned to look at the child.
Mei Ning suddenly moved closer to me, and a moment later, she leaned down and put her arm around Mei Xue's shoulder. The two sisters seemed to be focusing on the child at the same time.
After the IV drip was finished, Mei Xue wanted to take the child home, but the old lady said, "Forget it, you're so busy, how can you have time to take care of him? Besides, he's used to being with us. You two should go home."
Mei Ning smiled and asked Mei Xue, "Sister, are you going home or back to the company? Why don't you do your work and I'll keep your brother-in-law company ?"
Mei Xue hugged my arm and tapped Mei Ning's forehead, saying, "You silly girl, of course I'm going home. Don't you want to go home and have a good chat with your brother-in-law about all these years of separation? You're not afraid your brother-in-law will hurt you, but I am!"
"How about this, tomorrow, let's get together, we'll treat you to dinner, you can choose where." I coughed and said.
"How would I know what good restaurants there are in Beijing? Xu Fang, you choose one." Mei Ning said this, but her eyes met Mei Xue's without any politeness.
I thought for a moment and said, "Fisherman and Fisherwoman, not bad. The one in the Asian Games Village. Just tell the taxi driver that. Tomorrow night, 7 pm, okay?"
Mei Xue took my hand and pleaded with a smile, "Honey, you're not not going to take me, are you? I won't be a problem."
Mei Ning laughed, "Sis, aren't you going to work overtime at the company tonight? Your company is so nice! They even use brand-name men's cologne for air freshener. Don't worry, I won't be eating Xu Fang tomorrow night!"
Mei Xue slapped Mei Ning hard on the chest, exclaiming in surprise, "Little sister, you've really changed! Before you went abroad at seventeen, there was a boy next to you, and you even stuttered when you spoke. Now, how come you're so shameless? Did you not find a suitable one in America and are you feeling stifled? In Beijing, I'll take care of this. Except for the grass near your own home, whoever you fancy is yours!"
After a long pause, Mei Ning finally spoke, her voice suddenly nasal: "Mei Xue, that slap you gave me just now really hurt. It struck a nerve with your little sister."
Mei Xue looked at me, and I lowered my head, wishing I could run away. Mei Xue suddenly sighed, "Alright, it's all in the past. Let's let
bygones be bygones." Mei Ning shook her head slightly, gave a sad smile, but her eyebrows lifted slightly. That unforgettable radiance and spirit stirred a wave of warmth in my heart again after six years. But, 23 years old, Mei Ning, you are too young and too innocent to me!
Just then, a taxi pulled up, and I quickly flagged it down.
Just as we were about to break up, I suddenly remembered my phone was still with Mei Ning, so I asked her for it back.
Mei Ning didn't give it to me immediately; she flipped it open, carefully examined the screen, and then handed it back.
Mei Xue snatched it away quickly, flipped it open, and looked at it too. Her face changed color, and she stared blankly at Mei Ning.
Mei Ning ignored Mei Xue, only looking at me earnestly, and whispered, "Tomorrow night, I want to talk to you again. We won't go to that 'Fisherman and Fisherwoman' place, just the usual spot."
My God, the usual spot?! My head suddenly felt heavy.
The usual spot—it was a dream I thought would be buried forever. The usual spot, Youth Lake Park, the first time I felt the beauty of the moonlight, the first time I felt the softness of lips, the first time I felt the firmness of nipples. But no matter how beautiful it was, it was all in the past. How could Mei Ning's memory still be stuck on that?!
Six years should be enough to forget. Why do you remember so clearly? Are you serious? That's impossible!
“Xu Fang, you should go home first. Mei Ning and I need to talk for a bit more.” Mei Xue stopped Mei Ning and said coldly to me.
At this point, I didn't dare leave, but I didn't know what to say. The car drove away.
Two minutes, maybe five minutes, in silence, I gently hugged Mei Xue. Mei Xue looked at her sister with pity, but Mei Ning just stared intently at me.
“Mei Ning, your sister and I have been married for six years. Whatever the reason back then, it's all irreversible. If you continue like this, Mei Xue and I will no longer treat you as a sister.” I hardened my heart and slowly said to Mei Ning.
“Of course, it's irreversible, but everything can change. Sister, I'll call you sister one last time. You can't fool me. I'm a woman, and a woman's intuition surpasses even the most precise instruments. Have you... had a lover outside? If so, please give Xu Fang back to me. I still love him deeply.” Mei Xue looked
at me, and I truly didn't know how to respond. Mei Xue had no choice but to nod. "Sister, you guessed right. I do have a lover, and tonight, I just made love with him and left his house. But all of this was with your brother-in-law's consent. Or rather, he instigated it."
"That's impossible." Mei Ning's eyes widened; she saw the answer in my expression, but she still couldn't believe it.
“Your brother-in-law wants me to have sex with other people, and he gets a lot of pleasure from it. And, you might not believe it, but my feelings for Xu Fang have actually deepened, and he cares about me more. It's a kind of adult pornography. You know that?”
Mei Ning seemed to understand something, covering her forehead and painfully waving her hand at Mei Xue: “Okay, stop talking. I understand. I thought it only happened in America, I never imagined it happened in China…”
Mei Xue broke free from my embrace, walked to Mei Ning's side, and gently half-embraced her: “Sister, what happened back then was indeed my fault. I shouldn't have used your age as an excuse to snatch Xu Fang away from you. I will always be sorry for that. However, if you still love Xu Fang, there is a way to make amends: you can join in, but there's one condition: you absolutely cannot destroy my family.”
Mei Ning seemed not to have reacted, or perhaps she couldn't believe it at all. Her face turned pale, then red, then pale again, staring blankly at us. I was even more bewildered, or perhaps drunk and unaware of what was happening. Mei Xue took my hand, then Mei Ning's, and placed it in mine.
Mei Ning's small hand was smooth and rounded, delicate and tender, and unlike Mei Xue, who had long nails, hers was neatly manicured. Six years ago, it was this very hand that had shyly unbuckled her belt, allowing me to explore the secret, moist valley of a woman.
Suddenly, I snapped back to reality, a cold sweat soaking my forehead. As if electrocuted, I quickly withdrew my hand, looking at the two sisters. Mei Xue and Mei Ning had also been startled awake by my sudden action.
"No, no, no, what are you talking about!"
"Look at you, so frightened, like a startled bird or a frightened mouse. Which of you sisters hasn't had physical intimacy with us? You're just pretending, aren't you? You must be secretly thrilled." Mei Xue teased.
"Sister..." Mei Ning punched Mei Xue, too shy to continue, and lowered her head.
“How about this, I’ll go back to the ‘company’ tonight. You and your brother-in-law, Xu Fang, come to my house and have a good chat.”
Mei Ning stared blankly at my speechless expression for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and said to Mei Xue, “Look at him, still the same silly guy. After so many years of marriage, he hasn’t learned a single bit of your shrewdness…”
Mei Xue laughed too, “Yes, we’ve both given ourselves to him, and he still doesn’t know how lucky he is. Sister, give him a good talking to tonight, okay?”
By this time, it was very late, and the streets were deserted. Mei Xue finally pushed Mei Ning into my arms and said to me, “Let’s go home, let’s take good care of my sister.” With her
warm and soft body in my arms again, the feeling of first love finally came to the fore from the old pile of memories. I took the opportunity to hug Mei Ning.
Mei Ning looked at me with utmost tenderness, shook her head, and said softly, "Let it go."
Hearing this, I felt a pang of sadness again. In the first two years after she left, I often dreamed of meeting her by Youth Lake, beneath the peach blossoms. Deep in my heart, her beautiful image still lingers!
Mei Ning lowered her head even further, but her words struck like a hammer blow, startling both Mei Xue and me: "Let's forget about today. Sister, Xu Fang, to tell you the truth, I already have a fiancé in America.
Our relationship is basically settled. I didn't expect to rekindle our romance with Xu Fang or my brother-in-law when I came back to China this time. My fiancé is an overseas Chinese named Peter Lin, and he'll be coming to Beijing in a couple of days. He told me that he hopes to see... me fulfill my dream with my first love, and then marry him. I've always found it strange, but now I understand that he and my brother-in-law are the same kind of people..."
(VII) Lust and Responsibility
That evening, after sending Mei Ning away, fearing that the child's condition might relapse, Mei Xue still came home with me.
Xiaomei closed the door and yawned widely. "I'm so sleepy! Home is so much more comfortable!"
"Didn't you feel good at his place?"
"It was just a super five-star hotel; it wasn't as nice as home. Okay, I need to sleep."
"What about tomorrow?"
"Go to work, then go home."
"Back to his place?"
"Liang Garden is nice, but it's not a place for me to stay for long. I won't go; I have to keep an eye on you. To be honest, when I saw Ning'er with you, I felt a bit awkward. My sister, hmph, she's very affectionate! You..."
Mei Xue took off her top and glanced at me sideways: "You'd better watch out for some romantic troubles lately."
I smiled vaguely, gently hugged Mei Xue, and helped her unhook her lace-embroidered bra. Mei Xue tilted her head, cupped her half-exposed breasts in her hands, and looked at me with a mischievous wink, asking, "He picked this out for me; it's better taste than yours, isn't it?"
I reached into the bra another man had bought for my wife, gently pinching and playing with Mei Xue's nipples with two fingers. Without any imagination, I could appreciate the sensual pleasure of Mei Xue wearing this bra.
Looking over her snow-white shoulders, Xiaomei nestled in my arms, her body half-exposed. She lowered her head, one hand gripping my hand that was pressed against her left breast, the other hand caressing her own right breast. Sometimes she would gently circle her areola with one finger, sometimes she would gently pinch her swollen nipple with two fingers, sometimes teasingly, sometimes firmly grasping it. After a while, she spoke softly, "Look, this is how he plays. Xue'er's little nipples prefer his way. You should learn how he... enjoys your wife's body."
As Xiaomei wantonly caressed herself, she gently slid down from my arms, moaning, her pretty eyes half-closed, filled with longing, as if Xie Ming had pressed her down beneath her again.
I swallowed hard, leaned down to her face, suppressed my anger again, and asked, panting, "Why would I imitate him?! I have my own way." "
But I like his way. Off the bed, I'm superior, but on the bed, he's a god. I like how he treats me, twisting me hard, making me admit I'm his…his little bitch, making me beg him to possess me…" Xiaomei's face grew redder and redder, and her movements became strange. She began to struggle, desperately pushing me away and trying to crawl off the bed.
"Fine, you little bitch."
I became angry, ignoring Xiaomei's struggles, I twisted her arm behind her back, pressed her upper body down, and quickly pulled off Meixue's shoes, socks, and panties with my other hand. I then pulled her delicate and slender legs onto the bed. Xiaomei looked at me almost hostilely and slapped my head with her hand: "You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me, I,..."
After a while, she finally stopped struggling and slowly got into the mood with my movements, obediently spreading her thighs. When my head approached her lower body, she actually giggled and said: "I haven't had time to wash yet, do you mind?"
I endured the strong smell of Xie Ming's genitals after sex, stuck my tongue into Xiaomei's labia, and gently separated the two purplish-red labia with my hands, licking Xiaomei's clitoris back and forth several times.
As I licked, Xiaomei's body began to tremble strangely. Her arms waved in the air for a moment before resting on her firm, high breasts. Amidst continuous, lingering moans, her smooth legs began to twitch unintentionally.
"Husband, I really love you. I feel so good right now, oh yes, that flesh feels so good! Ah! Slow down, no, don't tease me, I have a husband."
"Am I as good as your husband?" I excitedly joined in Xiaomei's role-playing game. This time, however, the game was imbued with an incredibly real, personal experience, making both of us extremely excited.
"Of course you're better than my foolish husband, but he's learned quite well too. My cuckolded husband only has one request: that you fuck my tender hole hard, enjoy my beautiful flesh to your heart's content, and use all sorts of tricks. I also have a responsibility, ah, I have to go back and teach him. He's so stupid, he has to copy and use everything! Ah, my body is all weak, I have no strength left, do whatever you want with me."
I hugged Xiaomei's soft little buttocks tightly, pressed my whole face against Xiaomei's vulva, and sucked on Xiaomei's two labia. When my tongue got tired of licking, I sucked hard on the love juice flowing from Xiaomei's little hole.
I suppose touching her nipples with my hands was no longer enough to resist and balance the extreme stimulation from her lower body. Xiaomei pressed my head down with her hands, and for a while she could only make ah ah sounds. Her beautiful body had reached the edge of orgasm and could no longer continue our sexual role-playing game.
"No, husband, ah, I'm going to cum, yes, I'm going to die, ah, ah... I'm going to die..."
For a moment, she calmed down. I looked up at Xiaomei's expression and was really scared. Xiaomei's hair was disheveled, wet and sticky to her face, her eyes were unfocused and lifeless, her mouth was half open, and she only let out some weak moans when she was panting.
"Husband, come on, fuck me, I can't take it anymore." She finally came to her senses and led me to her upper body.
When my penis finally entered my beloved wife Xiaomei's vagina, Xiaomei was like a half-dead fish, thrusting violently for a long time.
"Husband, why, this time, is it so good?! I feel so good!"
"Is it because, because, after you experienced another man's penis, your body is particularly sensitive? Under the nourishment of another man's semen, you are particularly mature?"
If I said such a thing normally, I would definitely be scolded by Xiaomei, but when I said it here, of course Xiaomei would not keep a straight face.
"It might really be like that... After Xiao Xie and I got together, I really felt that my body was a little different. Yes, right here, where you were thrusting the deepest just now, there's a piece of flesh on Xiao Xie's glans that keeps rubbing back and forth against me. When he rubs it, I can't take it anymore, and fluid gushes out."
For some reason, Xiao Mei's most straightforward statement made me feel both burning with lust and itching with desire, but also gave me a chill: my beloved wife Mei Xue's body, inside and out, every part of it, had really been touched and possessed by someone else.
Xiaomei continued, "It was my birthday the day before yesterday. I originally wanted to write a diary entry for you after we made love, but it got too late, and I didn't have time during the day yesterday. In the evening, I went out to see a movie with him, and then it was *that* again." Xiaomei was a little embarrassed and smiled shyly. "Then there was that thing Mei Ning did. Now I'll tell you how I celebrated my birthday with him, okay... don't you want to hear it?"
I continued my rhythmic movements and nodded, "Yes, but... don't provoke me too much, or I'll finish early."
As I thrust deeply again, Xiaomei gently gritted her teeth, her brows furrowed slightly, enduring the pleasure throughout her body, and said coquettishly, "Hey, do you want to know how a certain man ejaculated his semen into your wife's little hole the night before last, on my birthday?" "
...Yes."
"The night before last, we started going to bed at eleven o'clock, did some foreplay, and then I was ready for him to have sex with me." Xiaomei looked into my eyes and deliberately spoke slowly.
I stopped moving. My penis, inside Xiaomei's incredibly warm vagina, twitched uncontrollably for a moment. I dared not move again.
Mei Xue hesitated repeatedly, as if with immense determination, before finally speaking: "I told him that this was the first time in six years I'd had sex with another man on my birthday, that it was my fertile period, and that I hadn't taken any medication. He was shocked. After a while, he asked, 'What if you get pregnant?' I said, 'Abort it. It's okay. I just hope... I hope you can enjoy everything my husband has enjoyed, including using my uterus.'"
Hearing Xiaomei's almost frantic words, I was stunned, and suddenly it seemed I understood something: Why did I insist on separating lust and responsibility into opposing realms? In fact, sexual indulgence hadn't made Xiaomei intend to shirk any responsibility towards her family, had it?
For example, last night she risked being discovered by outsiders to return to our little family of three from her lover; last night, she remained incredibly wary of Mei Ning; and now, she is still faithfully fulfilling her duties as a wife, offering her body to me. Ultimately, we will continue to walk hand in hand in this marriage, but each family has its own unique experiences.
"He was very pleased with himself afterward, and tried several positions I liked, fucking me until I screamed for my mother. After I came three or four times, I said, 'Give me your seed, plant it in my womb. Husband,...
if I do this, will you... be angry?'"
I leaned down, thrusting rapidly, and told her, "Xiaomei, I agree to what you do. I... I want you to get pregnant with another man's child. I'm going to cum, I'm going to..."
"Cum outside, okay?" Mei Xue said, immediately pulling her buttocks back. I nodded in agreement, pulled my penis out suddenly, gripped it tightly, and unconsciously shook my head as I shot my white semen along a beautiful curve into the air.
After making love, dawn broke, and we talked in a half-asleep, half-awake state.
"Will you go back to Xie Ming's house?"
"What do you hope for?"
"I hope...I hope you can get pregnant by him."
"Can you really bear it?"
"I think so."
"You were unhappy when I told you not to ejaculate inside me, weren't you?"
"No, I understand." "
Let me tell you, I'll only stay at Xie Ming's house for five more days at most, then I'll come back."
"Huh?"
"He's being transferred. He chose me from Anna and recommended me to head office to take over his position."
"Really?!"
"So, I'll spend a few more days with him, including what you said..."
"You can really get pregnant with his child?"
"...It's just an impulse, a kind of spiritual urge. I'll continue to be a good wife to you."
"Okay."
"Then what about Mei Ning? What are you going to do?"
"No, how would I know! It's been six years since she and I last met."
"Of course. But my infatuated sister is quite charming, she's prettier than me, to be honest, isn't she?"
"...Eighteen is the age of beauty, she's younger than you, right?"
"Hmph, you dare not tell the truth, you're just pretending!"
"Oh!! I'm not pretending."
"Why don't you invite her over tomorrow night?"
"..."
"Don't dare? I'll help you. ...Tell me, judging from what Mei Ning said, does my American brother-in-law have some of your kinds of tastes?"
"I didn't quite hear clearly at the time."
"Pretending! Mei Ning said her husband really hopes to see you and her together before the wedding?! Sigh, Americans!"
"..."
"Listen, besides He Guocai, I won't be with anyone else. You guys, don't drag me into this, it sounds like incest."
"You really would agree to be with someone like He Guocai? Why?"
"No reason. He...the last time he made improper advances towards me, I later felt that it might have been that time that gave me a new experience with sex. Without that time, I would never have gotten to this point with Xiao Xie."
"Then you'll seduce him?"
"God, he doesn't even need to seduce me?! As long as you're not home, as long as I open the door and let him in, I guarantee I'll be stripped naked and become his meal within an hour and a half..."
"You and him, in our bed?... Isn't that inappropriate? I..."
"You're right. It's not really appropriate for your wife to be subdued and driven to ecstasy time and time again in our wedding bed. But I can't bring myself to do that anywhere else... Honey, it's best to be at home. I feel more relaxed here, and who knows, who knows, maybe I'll even have more fun, honey! Don't you want to enjoy more pleasure?"
"It's still not appropriate. How can I sleep in this bed after this?"
"...Let me be played with by He Guocai in this bed every day until I get pregnant with his child, okay?" "
...Okay."
(VIII) The End of the World and the Beginning of the Night
The next day, while Xiaomei was getting ready, I saw her put another bottle of birth control pills into her handbag. I asked her curiously, "Didn't you say you wanted to have a child with Xie Ming?"
Xiaomei looked at me expressionlessly and said, "Do you believe me?"
I was speechless and made a gesture of ignorance and helplessness.
Xiaomei smiled and shook her head, saying, "Even Buddha said, 'It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken.'"
Before leaving, Xiaomei said to me, "Go see your precious son at Mom's this morning. Also..."
Seeing her hesitate, I quickly said, "Nothing else."
Xiaomei smiled and said, "Men, when will you get rid of this hypocritical habit? I've already been slept with by someone else. If I were to stop you two starving lovers, even God wouldn't stand for it. Just remember one thing: I am your legitimate wife. Don't forget your old love just because you have a new one. I also want to tell you why I snatched you away in the first place: because Mei Ning really wasn't right for you."
She tilted her head and said to me while putting on her stockings, "The only rule of this game we're playing is that our marriage contract cannot be changed in any way."
I naturally nodded in agreement.
As we approached my mother-in-law's house, a girl came out of an alleyway and almost bumped into me.
The girl's face was as bright as the moon, her eyes as deep as pools. Beneath her impeccably tailored suit lay a pair of long, shapely legs, their lines exquisitely beautiful.
We gazed at each other for a moment, my heart pounding. She was like a beautiful fairy, captivating me completely.
I stared at her for a long time, as if she were a complete stranger, until tears welled in her eyes. Only then did I fully realize—wasn't she my first love, Mei Ning? Strangely, I hadn't recognized her!
After a long pause, Mei Ning said, "Xu Fang, believe it or not, for those few seconds just now, I didn't recognize you, but I instantly fell in love with you again… Even though we've never met before, we're destined to fall in love again."
She felt the same way! My chest felt like it had been struck by a heavy object; I couldn't breathe for a moment. The world is full of wonders; such a heartfelt connection could exist. Perhaps fate truly is at work…
I merely opened my arms slightly, and Mei Ning's light body rushed towards me, embracing me tightly.
I don't know how much time passed before I pushed away Mei Ning, who was sobbing in my arms. In our silent gaze, our hearts were connected. Mei Ning seemed to sense my sorrow and understand my thoughts, nodding tearfully, "From now on, I'll consider you my own brother. I… I'll never try anything with you again."
After saying that, she smiled through her tears.
"Okay, I'm so glad to have you as my sister."
I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Although I had never truly possessed her, and if we had treated each other like siblings, I would never have been able to possess this full, soft, and delicate body before me again, I was still very happy. If Mei Ning had really participated in this kind of adult game, I might have been able to share boundless physical pleasure with her, but in my heart, I would have lost the lingering feeling of my most precious first love.
A few minutes later, Mei Ning and I returned to my mother-in-law's house. Seeing my son finally asleep after a night of fussing, I sincerely thanked my parents-in-law.
The old lady said, "Don't thank us. Two hours after we got home, the child's fever came back. Your father and I were exhausted. Ning'er kept using alcohol and cold towels to bring the child down. She really didn't sleep a wink all night."
I looked at Mei Ning, wanting to say a few words of thanks, but I didn't know how to start. In the end, I just gave her a forced smile.
A little while later, I was helping the old lady with housework. As I was working, I felt a strange stirring in my heart. I turned around and saw Mei Ning looking at me affectionately. I was stunned for a moment.
Around 5 p.m., Mei Ning, who had slept all day, finally woke up. I told her that the child's fever had mostly subsided. She was very happy and asked if we should go out for a meal together, as she was starving. Seeing that the old man and woman were taking care of the child, I didn't feel worried and said, "Of course we should."
At the dinner table, I watched Mei Ning wolf down the four dishes on the table. Her youthful and lively spirit filled me with mixed feelings. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I was like a legless person with a very strong upper body, watching able-bodied people run around in my eyes, unable to use my full strength—this was the feeling of loving yet being unable to love someone who was disabled.
After we'd almost finished eating, Mei Ning clapped her hands and laughed, saying, "Hey, brother, do I look like a fool eating dumplings? I really forgot what we ate!"
When she said "brother," it wasn't the usual Beijing "ge gei" (brother's name), but standard Mandarin, the second "ge" sounding particularly soft. My mind went blank again, but I continued chatting and laughing with her.
She told me she wasn't used to living at home and wanted to move out in the next couple of days. A friend had already helped her rent a small apartment near the East Second Ring Road, not far from her future workplace.
I quickly asked about her work situation, whether she had found a suitable job.
She smiled and said, "I don't want to work for someone else." Then she told me some of her thoughts.
It turned out that Mei Ning had studied humanities in the United States. Although she had a high level of education, the current economic situation in the US was not ideal, and she couldn't find a suitable job, so she wanted to return to China.
Peter Lin, who had been pursuing her for three years, heard that she wanted to return to China to seek opportunities and proposed a plan. He had long harbored an idea to establish a Sino-US trading company in Beijing. His uncle owned three sizable factories in La and Europe that produced specialized transformers. If he established an agency in China to source and supply some OEM components domestically, he could significantly reduce the cost of the transformers. If she could become his wife, he could hand over the entire company to her, allowing him to travel between the two countries.
"That's great! You can become a boss and solve your personal problems at the same time. Congratulations!"
"Don't you think this sounds like a transaction?" Mei Ning asked me angrily.
"The key question is whether you love him or not?"
Mei Ning turned her face away and said indifferently, "I love him. That's all. Let's pay the bill."
After dinner, Mei Ning asked me to accompany her to see her rented house. I was a little embarrassed: "Tonight, a couple of friends of mine invited me to dinner."
He Guocai and Jia Yueying had already returned. He Guocai called me in the afternoon and asked me to come to his house for a casual meal that night, and then have sex with his wife Jia Yueying again. He wanted to say something more, but suddenly paused and said, "Xiao Jia wants to say a few words to you."
Then Jia Yueying took the phone, but I couldn't go.
(IX) Leaving sperm and leaving gold
The next morning, Mei Ning and I agreed to go to the airport together to pick up her fiancé Lin Peter that night, and then I went home first.
At the door, the noise I made when I opened the security door was probably heard by the neighbor across the hall, and He Guocai came to the door a little while later.
"You fucking said you'd come to my house yesterday, why didn't you show up? I couldn't get through on the phone! You made Xiao Jia and me wait for ages. Xiao Jia's furious." He Guocai lowered his voice.
"Sorry, my sister-in-law came back from America yesterday, and I went to welcome her. I really couldn't."
"No wonder! It's alright. Let me tell you something," He Guocai said, settling down on the sofa, eager to speak, "You know what? This time I've made up my mind, I'm going all in. I've gotten a loan through a friend at a bank, to be used as collateral, and I'm preparing to place a huge order—120 tons a month!"
"Are you kidding me? Raul (the East African client I introduced him to) can only supply 140 or 150 tons in total. If he gives it all to you, what will our company eat? Besides, he's not going to give you the lion's share." It turns out Raul usually supplies our company with about 100 tons, and He Guocai with about 30 or 40 tons.
"Dude, come work with me. I'll give you a sixth, no, a seventh of the shares, as long as you bring Raul over."
"Are you kidding me? How can I bring him over?! Our company spent over three years cultivating this high-quality client. Do you know how much money we've invested in him?"
"I don't care! Xu Fang. Tell me your company's current sea cucumber purchase price for Raul. Before you leave, offer Raul an even lower price in your company's name. I'll then raise your company's original price by three dollars and buy it all. That black guy will definitely supply me with all the goods. Just imagine, we'll be supplying the entire southern market with high-quality African sea cucumbers. Xu Fang, we're going to be rich!"
"No way! You're asking me to commit a crime!! First, things aren't as simple as you think. We have a long-term supply agreement with Raul and his team. Second, if I unilaterally offer him a very low purchase price, he'll definitely ask our company's boss directly why, and then the matter will inevitably be exposed. Third,..."
I paused, watching He Guocai's gaze shift from fervent to cold, and forced myself to continue, "Although our company's boss is a real jerk to me, if I go against my conscience and let the company lose this fairly profitable business, dragging everyone down with me, that would be a selfish act that harms others. I absolutely disagree."
He Guocai stared at me for a long time, as if he didn't recognize me, and then... Chi Cai withdrew his gaze, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled. Through the pale blue smoke rings, he said to me expressionlessly, "You idiot, who cares about others now? Your little state-owned company, if it doesn't die now, it'll die sooner or later. If it doesn't die in my hands, it'll die in someone else's hands, or be ruined by the officials. If Raul cuts off supplies to you, your company will never go to the trouble of going to court with them overseas, it's a state-owned company after all. As for the specifics of how to operate, we can discuss that later, but in short, I have no way out. The loan procedures are complete, and the two million deposit has been transferred to my account. If you don't help me, I'm dead."
Then he turned his face to look at a corner of the living room and said calmly, "Xu Fang, I'm not very capable, but I have one thing: I have many friends in the martial arts world. I've always been clear about gratitude and resentment. If anyone tries to harm me, I'll turn my back on them and not even acknowledge my own parents. If anyone has helped me, I will repay them tenfold."
I shuddered, knowing that what He Guocai said was not an exaggeration at all.
"The piece of paper you wrote down Raul's ***** on back then, I still keep that piece of paper. I have absolutely no other meaning, don't look at me like that! The main reason I kept it is to remember your kindness, brother, even when I'm old. If it weren't for your help back then, I, this little shrimp, would probably still be struggling for survival in some small ditch, how could I be doing these multi-million dollar deals across the ocean like this now?"
"Moreover, I have some bigger ideas. From what I understand, the US is also importing some goods from East Africa to Hong Kong and then to the US. It's ridiculous. If we go directly from Africa to the US and make that damn greenback, buddy, we'll be rolling in money."
These threatening and enticing words were actually spoken by He Guocai in a tone full of gratitude, sometimes holding my hand emotionally, sometimes smiling with a hidden murderous intent, leaving me speechless for a moment. He Guocai, sensing my expression, immediately moved to sit next to me and affectionately put his arm around me.
"Xu Fang, they say flowers don't bloom for a hundred days, and people don't stay healthy for a hundred days. If you cooperate with me, you don't need to be afraid of anything. Everything we do is legally notarized. Your shares and my shares are clearly written down. Let's put aside our women for now and just talk about us as brothers. I believe I understand your character very well. What do you think of me?"
Then He Guocai made a gesture. "Even if you don't say it, I know you like me. Why was I able to go from selling fish and shrimp at the market to now having a company with a registered capital of five million and fixed assets of...? Because first, I'm a good friend. Second, I have an instinct; I know who likes me, who wants to be my friend, and who is wary of me and wants to harm me. I can sense it all."
I knew this guy had grasped my weakness. Inside, conscience and greed, pride and reason, impulse and fear, and all sorts of complex emotions intertwined and clashed fiercely. In a daze, looking at He Guocai, I couldn't help but nod.
Then He Guocai played his last card: "I'll take 700,000 from my account as your investment capital. Of course, the company's articles of association will stipulate that these shares cannot be easily liquidated. You'll be the general manager, and I'll be the chairman. I'll give you absolute power so you can fully utilize your talents—international trade, French, English, business management—use all your knowledge from the past ten years to make our company a success!" "
...Alright, it's settled then!" He Guocai laughed as he saw me helplessly holding my head and sighing. He patted my shoulder forcefully. "One more thing, I hereby announce that Ms. Jia Yueying will become President Xu's secretary, and Ms. Mei Xue will be my secretary. President Xu, do you agree?" Before he
finished speaking, someone deliberately coughed behind us. Turning around, I saw a pretty woman in a loose white sweater, half-leaning on the sofa, appearing behind us without us noticing. It was Jia Yueying, whom I hadn't seen for half a month.
Her elegant hairstyle, finely drawn eyebrows, luscious red lips, oval face, fair neck, and radiant smile—the scent of a young woman's delicate body mingled with the rich aroma of her perfume, making it hard for me to breathe. She leaned to the side, half shyly, half passionately slapping me lightly: "Are you stunned?! I'm asking you, why didn't you come yesterday? Where did you go?"
"Yesterday, I… my child was sick, had a fever, I was taking care of the child!" I lied without thinking.
He Guocai suddenly winked at me, and I realized my story was completely contradictory.
Jia Yueying glanced at He Guocai, realizing something was amiss, and then interrogated me with a smile: "You've learned to lie too?! Tell me, where did you go?"
Looking at her incredibly beautiful face (I realized again that even Mei Ning and Mei Xue combined weren't as beautiful as this woman), I felt like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, involuntarily intimidated.
"No, really no. The child was sick, and then a relative came over, so I hosted a welcome dinner for her."
"A relative? Is she Mei Xue's relative?...Not your sister-in-law, is she?" Jia Yueying said casually, gently stroking my hair with one hand.
He Guocai was astonished: "How did you guess?"
Jia Yueying paused, then suddenly became furious: "It really is your sister-in-law?! She came back from America? No wonder!! Does your Mei Xue know?"
I immediately guessed; Mei Xue must have told her about our past. Faced with her distorted face, I didn't know how to answer her question.
She yanked my hair hard. "You! I called you to invite you to dinner, and if you didn't come, even out of politeness, you should at least have called back. You actually turned off your phone! Xu Fang, I hate you! You men...you're all utterly shameless!"
She then covered her face and ran out.
He Guocai winked at me. "Oh, so it's about brother-in-law and sister-in-law. Why doesn't my Xiao Jia have a younger sister? I'm so jealous! You little rascal!"
I sat dumbfounded on the sofa, not knowing what to do. Life had suddenly become so complicated!
"If you don't go comfort my wife, I'm really going to get upset," He Guocai said, pulling me up.
When we got to his living room, both He Guocai and I heard sobbing from the inner room. He Guocai gave me another push, saying excitedly, "Xiao Jia really misses you. I'm even a little jealous. Go and pamper her. Two hours. Is that enough?"
He touched his crotch. "Damn, I'm begging you, hurry up and fuck my slutty wife."
We had just reached the bedroom door when Xiao Jia lunged at it and slammed the door shut.
He Guocai was startled. We exchanged a glance. He was a little unhappy and pounded on the door, "Open the door! Open the door!"
"Yueying, open the door! You're always talking about him outside, why are you acting all high and mighty again when you get back! Open the door!"
"Get the hell out of here! I'll slap you across the face!" came the reply from inside.
He Guocai felt humiliated. He cursed and kicked the door open.
"Damn it, you have to accept customers!"
Jia Yueying cried and rushed at him, slapping He Guocai across the face. "Fuck your mother, fuck your grandpa He Guocai!"
I saw the situation was getting out of hand and quickly tried to stop her. Jia Yueying trembled with anger when she saw me. "You're no better than me!" She raised her hand to slap me across the face, but He Guocai grabbed her hand quickly. "You slut, you've taken the wrong medicine!! We'll rape you! Come here, Xiao Xu!"
He then picked up Jia Yueying and carried her to the bedside.
Jia Yueying tore and bit, and He Guocai began to lose control. He aimed at Jia's face and slapped her several times hard, gesturing for me to step forward. Jia Yueying was almost unconscious from the beating.
I stood there, watching He Guocai begin to remove Jia Yueying's outer clothing, my heart burning with rage, as if Jia Yueying had become my wife, being abused by He Guocai. But faced with He Guocai's brutal and vicious nature (and the fact that Jia was, after all, his wife), I was stiff and didn't know what to do.
He Guocai touched his face again; it was already bleeding from Jia Yueying's scratches. He became even more violent: "I'll rape you to death, you slut!"
Amidst the angry curses, Jia Yueying, stripped naked except for her underwear and underpants, was like a snow-white lamb, powerless to defend herself, at the mercy of her captors. Even after regaining consciousness, she could only keep her eyes tightly shut, letting tears roll down her smooth, beautiful face.
He Guocai forcefully pressed Jia Yueying's hands above her head with one hand, and with the other, pulled her panties down to her knees, revealing her delicate, grassy vulva and two red labia. He then inserted two fingers and began vigorously rubbing the small clitoris between her slightly parted vulva.
Jia Yueying gasped in pain, her body stiffening instantly. She opened her mouth and cursed, "You son of a bitch, He Guocai! I'll fuck your mother! You bastard! You spineless coward! You cuckold! Do you know why you can't have children? Because your offspring are no good!"
He Guocai was completely enraged. Ignoring me standing beside him, he forcefully shoved two thick fingers into Jia Yueying's delicate, still-dry little hole, thrusting wildly. Jia looked at me, screaming and crying in humiliation and helplessness. The color on her lips had faded, a deep bruise appeared on her left cheek, and some hair on her cheeks was stained with tears, making her look like a pear blossom battered by rain, exceptionally pitiful.
As He Guocai continued his assault, he grew increasingly aroused. His right hand gripped Jia Yueying's hands tightly, his lower body pressing down on her long legs. His left hand would sometimes scrape Jia's clitoris with his nails, sometimes grip the most delicate and sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, causing her to moan. Or he would simultaneously insert his ring, index, and middle fingers into the taut crevice of her vulva, relentlessly prying and probing inside her.
The more he did this, the more fiercely Jia Yueying resisted. Her legs were incredibly strong and shapely; He Guocai was momentarily unable to hold her down, and she even used her knee to push against his waist, nearly causing him to lose his breath. Then she spat at me and He Guocai, entering a near-frenzied state.
He Guocai cursed under his breath, "Damn, you're dead meat, Xiao Xu, come on, play with her to death!"
Under He Guocai's command (I was also terrified of her like this), the two of us used all our strength to pin her down. The
sight of such a white, soft female body pressed beneath us was hard to describe, instantly stimulating our guilty consciences. We adopted the most effective and simplest method to take revenge. He
Guocai had me hold down her lower body, while his strong, powerful limbs pressed down on Jia Yueying's upper body, his hands repeatedly attacking her armpits, tickling her ticklish spots.
Jia Yueying cried, screamed, and cursed, her two smooth, white legs struggling desperately under my hands, every muscle tense and trembling, her ten jade-like, rounded toes twitching rapidly and violently. Lost in my excitement, I joined in the torment, pressing my face down and licking Jia Yueying's exquisite toes and soles amidst her faintly sour body odor.
After only three or four minutes, Jia Yueying's cries completely changed.
"Oh my god... ah... I'm going to die... ah... I want... kill me... ah... dear grandfather... dear husband... dear brother... ah... I can't take it anymore... ah..."
"Are you a slut?" He Guocai humiliated her as he scratched her.
"Yes... yes... let me go... please... I'm a slut... ah..." Jia Yueying's cries became hoarse.
"Alright."
When He Guocai and I released her, Jia Yueying lay limp on the bed, completely powerless to resist.
He Guocai looked at her smugly and said, "You little slut, are you still going to cause trouble? I'm giving you face, but you still don't know what's good for you. I have even more powerful methods. I'll let you off the hook, Xiao Xu, we'll let her go today!"
Jia Yueying looked at the two of us, her extremely excited eyes showing a strange shyness and infatuation. She said in a very low voice, "Bastards, what other tricks do you have... just use them." After saying that, she covered her face. He
Guocai and I exchanged a glance. He muttered "fuck" and then directed me to begin another crazy and ruthless brutal ravaging. He
Guocai and I lay on our sides next to Jia Yueying, each of us stretching her arm and thigh straight and pressing them under our hands and legs. Then we buried our heads in Jia Yueying's armpits and kissed her back and forth from her waist to her armpits. While we were doing this to her, Jia just breathed heavily, completely cooperating without the slightest resistance.
"Ah...it's so itchy...God...I...I...I'm going to...die...Ah...no...no...please...kill me...kill me...I'm in so much pain...no...no...ah...ah..."
"...Um...I...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to faint...I...ah...husband...I'm going to die..."
Suddenly, Jia Yueying stopped struggling in vain. Her distorted features froze, her eyes became empty, and her buttocks simply trembled. A clear liquid shot from her private parts into the air.
After such gentle violence, Jia Yueying was no longer able to struggle. The intense stimulation shocked her senses. Her husband and lover's merciless violence and her body's instinctive abnormal reaction drove her emotions to another extreme of self-abandonment. Her tearful eyelashes were tightly closed, and a blush of intoxicating intoxication spread across her fair face. The air was filled with an alluring scent of Jia Yueying's urine mixed with her body fragrance.
He Guocai's anger subsided somewhat. He gestured to me with his chin, inviting me to join in the sexual pleasure with Jia Yueying.
I hesitated, my hand slowly reaching for the tips of Jia Yueying's breasts, which were heaving with excitement.
Jia Yueying suddenly opened her eyes, looked at me, and cursed, "What are you pretending for? You think you're so great?...Go ahead and do whatever you want..." As she said the last sentence, she realized she had completely lost her dignity, and her final tone was laced with shame and humiliation.
I climbed on top of Jia Yueying, grabbing one nipple in each hand, pulling, tugging, and biting harder than usual, until her nipples and areolas were swollen and almost bursting open.
Jia Yueying struggled and teased beneath He Guocai and me, twisting and turning her 1.65-meter-tall, neither fat nor thin, well-proportioned, and incomparably beautiful body, her curses turning into low moans.
"I...I...You two scoundrels...you've killed me...I...Oh!"
She suddenly shook her buttocks violently, her lower abdominal muscles contracting intensely.
He Guocai suddenly cursed, "Damn it, you've leaked quite a bit of love juice too!"
In the electric shock-like attack of extreme pain, self-torture, and pleasure, Xiao Jia slowly stopped all resistance. Her pretty face was slightly flushed, she bit her lower lip tightly, and her beautiful eyes would sometimes glance at me, sometimes close in ecstasy. Her hands gripped the two thin posts on the bed rails, and between her legs, He Guocai's fingers were plundering her beautiful flesh and juices between her pubic hair. Under He Guocai's rough yet teasing movements, Xiao Jia twisted her round and slender thighs and once again lost control, convulsing. Her round and beautiful buttocks began to twist violently.
"Ah...ah...ah...it hurts...please...
be gentle..." "Slut, want someone gentler?"
Xiao Jia looked at me strangely, only making intermittent sounds that sounded like crying and laughing.
"Oh...no...okay...please continue to be rough with my lower body..."
Hearing this, my penis also got hard.
"Xiao Xu, come on. The slut is already aroused."
I quickly took off my clothes and lay down next to Xiao Jia.
"Sister, I'm here."
"…Little brother…your older brother killed me…"
"Was it good, Sister Jia?"
"…Mmm…Little brother, please don't get involved…I can't stand the two of you…"
"How can that be!" He Guocai said, "Today I'm going to give you to Xiao Xu as a disrespectful gift to congratulate our successful cooperation!"
"Oh…as a disrespectful gift…Little brother, I'm very cheap…whether you accept my body as a gift or not…it's up to you…to do whatever you want…"
Xiao Jia's tone revealed an extreme self-destructive tone.
He Guocai pushed Xiao Jia next to me, and then unhooked Xiao Jia's white bra from behind. His other hand continued to thrust into Xiao Jia's flesh hole from behind.
"Taste it, isn't my wife almost there?"
I lay on my side facing Jia Yueying, feeling her delicate and rapid breathing, and the subtle trembling of every part of her jade body. In this incredibly lewd atmosphere, I finally succumbed to temptation, lowered my head, and took Jia Yueying's high, firm breasts into my mouth. Sure enough, my tongue touched a hard, swollen nipple.
"Sister Jia... why is it so hard here?"
"My body is just like this... oh... I can't resist the... teasing of the two of you... ah..."
"Sister... what do you feel down there?"
"Like it's burning... am I a slut?"
"Sister Jia is not a slut, Sister Jia will always be the most beautiful woman in my heart." I wrapped my arms around Jia Yueying's slender waist, feeling her smooth, warm lower abdomen heaving intensely, approaching the peak of pleasure. I grasped Jia Yueying's firm, mountain-like breasts with both hands, kneading and pinching them. As our heads intertwined, I breathed hot air onto her earlobes and chin.
"You're wrong... I'm a slut... I'm being fucked by that bad man behind me, ah... and, I'm almost there!"
He Guocai pushed Jia Yueying towards me and began to undress.
"Hurry up, little brother... In a little while, I'll be played with by him again... I'm going to be humiliated this time... ah... I'm going to be given away to someone else in front of you..."
Jia Yueying just hugged me tightly, pressing her body against mine, her legs tightly closed.
"Little Xu, same old rule, you go first." He Guocai said with a sarcastic smile after taking off his clothes.
"Oh, little brother... why is it you... bullying me first... you know I'm already powerless... if you want to have me, I can only have you... you can fuck me however you want..."
I heard He Guocai swallow.
I hugged Jia Yueying and kissed her repeatedly. But her legs were still tightly closed.
"Brother... your older brother has already driven me crazy... he'll sleep with anyone... my lower body is so itchy... are you really going to take advantage of me while I'm in a daze... to sneak into my room? I was going to give it to you yesterday, but you didn't come, so your older brother had to play with it, he played with it to death several times, you know that?"
Jia Yueying's face was extremely flushed, and as she spoke, a strange glint suddenly appeared in her charming eyes. She pushed my face away, coughed lightly, and then wrapped her arms around my upper body again, kissing me.
I felt her mouth was full of saliva, and just as I was about to stick my tongue in, suddenly something slippery was put into my mouth by her.
Then Jia Yueying suddenly separated from me, leaned back in He Guocai's arms, covered her mouth and giggled, "I spat a mouthful of phlegm into your mouth, hmph, who told you to fool around with your sister-in-law last night, disgusting me!"
I had that mouthful of phlegm in my mouth, looked at Jia Yueying who couldn't hide her coquettishness, and was stunned for a moment, then immediately swallowed the phlegm without hesitation.
He Guocai and Jia Yueying were both stunned. Jia Yueying was extremely excited and hugged me tightly: "Brother... such dirty stuff... I was just joking, why... why did you swallow it?"
He Guocai also sighed: "No wonder your sister Jia fell in love with you, alright, you little rascal."
Jia Yueying whispered shyly in my ear: "Today is my fertile period, why don't you spit your dirty stuff into my vagina too?"
Then Jia said to He Guocai: "I want to see if you have a problem or if I have a problem. Today I'm prepared to..." "If he ejaculates inside you and you really get pregnant, you can raise her like your own nephew, okay? If you don't get pregnant, then it means it's my problem, and you can have Xiaomei from his family carry one for you, okay?"
He Guocai looked at me and Xiao Jia excitedly for a long time, and finally shouted, "Damn it, I'm going all out, you slut, you can wear my green hat to the end. Let's see if I'm the one with the problem, or you."
Xiao Jia hugged me, "Of course you're the one with the problem. Today, I'm going to get pregnant by my little brother. Little brother, fuck me..."
Then she spread her legs.
I, with my rock-hard cock, flipped myself onto her and thrust straight in.
He Guocai said, "I really want to see how my son was conceived by someone else, you slut. I've heard that children born from affairs with other men are always beautiful, the more wanton the better. Today, you'd better give me a good time. If I'm not good enough, you'd better give me a pretty child."
Xiao Jia half-reclined in He Guocai's arms, her arms wrapped around his lower back. He Guocai spread Jia Yueying's legs wide, completely open them towards me. His hands were not idle either, attacking, teasing, and stimulating Xiao Jia's most sensitive areas. After all, they had been husband and wife for many years, and he knew Jia Yueying's erogenous zones like the back of his hand. In no time, Xiao Jia was completely defeated. I felt uncomfortable watching this, so I leaned down and lay on Jia Yueying's chest, one on each of our breasts, tasting Xiao Jia's already erect and shy nipples.
"Husband, brother, you're making me...so itchy...husband...you're making me look bad in front of others...I...please...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...uh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...sister's body is so hot...sister's water is flowing out, your older brother has prepared sister's cunt...brother, come and plant your seed...sprinkle it in sister's flower garden..."
I thrust my erect penis into Jia Yueying's hot, milky-white, wet cunt, and slowly inserted it. Jia Yueying trembled slightly in He Guocai's arms. After I thrust all the way in, He Guocai forcefully spread Jia's thighs and pushed her buttocks and lower back, so that I reached the deepest part of Jia's cunt, and our bodies were completely pressed together.
"Oh...husband...my little brother's cock is all the way in...mmm...ah...it hurts so much...ah...husband...I want to move...please let go of my hands..."
He Guocai pulled Xiao Jia's arms behind her back, and stretched his head over Xiao Jia's smooth shoulders, placing his chin under Xiao Jia's neck, making Xiao Jia feel extremely itchy and sore as she leaned back and forth. I reached down to my chest, grabbed one of Xiao Jia's firm, slippery nipples, and kept rubbing and teasing it. My huge penis below me grew thicker and thicker with Xiao Jia's passionate response, but it couldn't move for the time being, pressing straight against Xiao Jia's small, tight vagina, penetrating deeper and deeper into her tender flower bud...
Xiao Jia's naked, snow-white body was sandwiched between He Guocai and me. Every part of her body—front, back, upper body, lower body, inside and out—experienced extreme stimulation. Though indescribably wonderful, the tight embrace and the constriction between us allowed her no freedom of movement. She could only rise and soar endlessly in waves of surging desire, her vaginal contractions trembling, her hoarse moans like sobs, her delicate spasms…
"Move…it's killing me…husband…dear brother…it's better to kill your sister…oh…ah…ouch…thrust a little…my pussy is starting to flow…if you don't move…I'm going to die of pleasure…husband…please, my brother…fuck your wife to death…um…um…ah…"
"Ah...I really can't take it anymore...I'm going to lose it...Husband...I'm going to lose it to my brother...I...ah...my love juice...I'm going to lose it...Let go...let me move...I just beg you, please let me move a little while I'm losing it..."
He Guocai gave me a look, and I immediately understood. It meant not to let her come right away, so I pulled back and withdrew my penis.
Xiao Jia leaned back weakly and fell into He Guocai's arms, still panting, but it was the extreme emptiness of being in mid-air that made her eyes exceptionally bright.
"You little rascal...why don't you keep being naughty...it hurts so much here..."
"Sister, just bear with it a little longer, you have too much fluid, your brother will suck some out for you."
"Oh, no! No!!" Although Jia Yueying kicked and struggled, He Guocai still pressed down on her upper body and lifted her buttocks. I spread her two jade-like legs almost ninety degrees apart, and her two plump, milky labia, radiating a hot, fragrant aroma, were taken into my mouth.
"Brother... are you trying to kill me... I really can't take it anymore... no... if you really want me to die... please... put... your... tongue... inside... don't leave me half-dead... ah, heavens... I'm so happy..."
I used my hands to completely separate Xiao Jia's labia, revealing her warm, fleshy opening. While repeatedly rubbing Xiao Jia's hard clitoris with my hands, I carefully licked and sucked away the rings of white foam that had been created by my penis from the outside in.
Xiao Jia's upper body was still tightly bound by her husband, but her two jade-like legs still had some room to move, and she could only release her extremely unbearable pleasure by stretching her calves and twitching her toes.
"When I'm about to lose control, you have to let me move a little..." she pleaded with me and He Guocai again. We shook our heads in almost unison and refused. Xiao Jia finally understood that today's torture was going to be done from flesh to bone. "Okay..." She shyly raised her hand and put her index finger in her mouth, preparing to bite it to distract herself when she was extremely itchy and about to reach her peak. However, He Guocai ruthlessly pressed her back to the edge of the bed.
Jia Yueying felt a mixture of shame and anger, her face flushed crimson, and she murmured through a sob, "Mmm...bad husband...you want me to be pleasured to death by someone else...okay, I won't beg anymore, little brother, the harder you go later...it would be good if you killed your sister, hmph, bad husband...your wife is going to completely give her body to someone else this time...it's starting...so...itchy...yes...my flesh...you're teasing me like this...it'll kill me...ah...please...put your tongue in...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...mmm...it's coming...it's coming...ah...God...let me...die..."
I felt Jia's lower abdomen begin to spasm intensely, and a milky white torrent shot out from the depths of her flower chamber like an electric shock, and then her whole body went limp. Her thing was caught by my mouth, like a mouthful of warm yogurt, I held it in my mouth, tasted it a couple of times before swallowing.
I pressed myself against her again, my penis sliding smoothly into Xiao Jia's deepest hole amidst the squelching sounds of her hot, wet, and tight vaginal canopy, stirring as I waited for her to awaken.
"...Dear brother...you've killed your sister...fuck me...fuck me to death...move harder...good brother...my body is all yours...you can move however you want..." Four or five minutes later, Xiao Jia finally woke up. He Guocai placed her beneath me, then moved to the side, becoming a full-fledged spectator.
Finally, Xiao Jia could lie on the bed, moving freely and comfortably. With my movements, she shyly cried out and moaned softly. Her long, beautiful legs, like bright jade, were tightly wrapped around my waist. My long penis, dripping with her juices, thrust in and out of her swollen, full mons pubis, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. The tender flesh of her thick vaginal walls twitched and spasmed irregularly around my penis... Slowly, my glans touched the most mysterious and shy clitoris deep inside her little hole...
"It's hitting the spot... I... dear brother... you're fucking your sister to death... I... I'm ready... shoot inside if you want... scatter your seed all over my flower... ugh... husband... I'm going to come first... come on... deeper... drill me to death..."
I lost count of how many times I thrust in and out. My penis pounded deep inside her again and again, gradually increasing the force. He Guocai lay flat on the bed, with Xiao Jia on top of him. Her two delicate, slender arms, like lotus roots and onions, weakly supported her body, which was on the verge of climax. I lay on her flawless white back, tightly embracing her long waist, thrusting even more fiercely and violently.
"I'm going to cum again…husband…you cum too…plant your seed in me…my flower heart has been completely opened by you…I can cum now…"
Xiao Jia could feel my penis suddenly stop thrusting, trembling slightly inside her.
Her voice was weak but still clear as she said to He Guocai, "This time we're going to cum together, I hope he'll get me pregnant with his seed."
"I shot... you naughty brother... you shot inside... today is my fertile period... shoot your seed inside... my uterus is full... oh... I'm going to lose it too... I'm giving it to you... only to you... my good brother..."
I continued to thrust vigorously while ejaculating, and when He Guocai saw my penis, still spurting semen, hitting Jia Yueying's vagina again, he didn't masturbate, but excitedly ejaculated at the same time as me!
Little Jia lay sprawled on the bed with her arms and legs spread apart, a pillow under her buttocks so that my semen could stay in her vagina for a little longer.
When we went out for lunch together, He Guocai, fearing that things might change if he delayed, called his assistant and asked him to consult with the legal counsel and business registration personnel about how to transfer one-seventh of the company's shares, equivalent to 700,000 RMB, to my name. He also asked them to prepare a shareholding record and new articles of association as soon as possible to ensure that the partner could not arbitrarily cash out or resell the shares.
In the evening, before I left, he handed me a document: "My dear Mr. Xu, you are now the second largest shareholder of our company."
(X) Causes and Consequences
Perhaps because of my unfortunate experiences in recent years, my personality has changed a lot. Hesitation and sensitivity have slowly replaced optimism and fearlessness. I instinctively resisted these good things that were offered to me.
"...Let me think about it some more. I need to discuss it with Xiaomei again. I think, it's better to..." I almost dared not look He Guocai in the eye.
He Guocai nodded. "I won't pressure you. If you really think I'm untrustworthy, don't worry about me. Blame yourself for always assuming that friendships are easy... Never mind, let's start over."
"Brother He, that's not what I meant..."
"Alright, that's enough," he interrupted me abruptly. "Here, you're still my brother. Once we're out the door... from now on, you owe me nothing, and I owe you nothing. Let's go our separate ways."
His eyes welled up with tears. "I haven't misjudged you—your abilities, your character, your heart—the only thing I misjudged, no, the only thing I didn't expect, is that you're a weak scholar. You can help me with planning, but if I ask more of you, like conspiring on something big, like actually managing a company, you're not up to it. You lack that kind of courage. Come on, let's have one more drink, consider it a farewell."
"Brother He, you're wrong about that. It's not that I lack the courage you're talking about..."
"Alright, that's enough. You don't need to say anything more," He Guocai tossed back his chin and downed his drink. "Over the years, I've met a lot of people from all walks of life, from the underworld to the legitimate world, but none of them can be considered friends. You, Xu Fang, are my only friend. How could I make things difficult for my only friend and ask him to do something beyond his control and against his will?! I'm sorry, buddy, I don't blame you. Don't worry about me, I'll get through this!"
"Brother He, I've made up my mind. I'll work with you!"
"Good." After saying that, He Guocai's joy lasted only a few seconds. He was silent for a while, looked at me, sighed, and then suddenly tightened his grip on my hand. "Our company just ran into a small problem. Can you help resolve it? If you're afraid, just say it now. If you trust me, if you believe I'm a decent businessman, if you have some guts, we... can try to take action."
"I have guts. Tell me," I said, looking into his eyes and enunciating each word clearly.
"My assistant just told me that the loan I applied for still hasn't been approved; it's been rejected. But for small private businesses like ours to apply for a letter of credit from a bank, we need full financial collateral. Didn't you say your company's system was very loose? The company seal and financial seal were used arbitrarily. Your parent company is a large state-owned enterprise with unlimited credit lines at the Bank of China. Do you think you could, before you leave, take advantage of some loopholes in the current system and secretly get a guarantee from your company?"
"Brother, trust me, I'm an absolutely honest businessman. We'll definitely pay after receiving the goods. This time the profit will definitely exceed 20%. Once we get this off the ground, our future will definitely be on the next level." I nodded in
agreement without hesitation. At the time, I just thought that if He Guocai didn't pay the bank and embezzled over a million yuan, he was being too short-sighted. If he cooperated with Raul for three or four years, he could easily earn five or six million. Raul was a client I had built up from scratch; without me, Raul wouldn't have bothered with him.
That afternoon, taking advantage of the New Year's Day holiday, I secretly went back to the company, opened a guarantee letter, stamped it, and, with a copy of the contract, completed the guarantee process. When opening the guarantee letter, I didn't sign my own name; instead, I signed the names of our company's CEO and the deputy CFO. My own name was never left. But as I left the west gate of the Bank of China, I suddenly became very afraid. Leaving my name or not didn't really matter; if something went wrong, it would be easy to find out who was responsible.
That evening, Mei Ning and I went to the airport to pick up her fiancé, Lin Peter, and took him to a five-star hotel outside the West Fourth Ring Road. I received a call from Mei Xue, so Mei Ning and I parted ways at the hotel and went home.
"Honey, you're back," Mei Xue greeted me with a faint smile.
When I went into the kitchen to help her prepare dinner, I asked Mei Xue to hand me the kitchen knife. Mei Xue took the knife, pointed it at my chest, and her face changed: "You hurt my sister?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to kill you. Do you believe me?"
"...I believe you."
Mei Xue's expression changed several times, then suddenly she threw the kitchen knife away, threw herself into my arms, and cried while hitting me: "I hate you so much! You shameless bastard! You're a scumbag who sleeps with both sisters!" I didn't know how to comfort her, so I just let her make a scene for a while.
"I've invited Xie Ming to my house tonight. He'll be there in a bit."
"Invite him? Why?"
"I've already sold the house to a young couple who desperately need a place to stay, and their offer was quite reasonable. Xie Ming is leaving for Singapore in ten days. He was originally thinking of finding a hotel to make do, but I thought it would be better if he stayed at my house for a couple of days."
"How can that be? Is this all the space you have? You're going to have him sleep on the sofa outside?"
Xiao Mei suddenly blushed and turned around. "...You go to sleep."
I grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her into my arms. "You little slut, how dare you!"
"Who told you to have an affair with Mei Ning! I was just joking, and you actually did it! What does she have that I don't! You shameless thing!" "
Then what does Xie Ming have that I don't!"
Xiao Mei giggled and squirmed in my arms. "He's better than you in some ways! Honey, I've let him play with me for so long, I'm not embarrassed anymore. Don't you want to see what I look like in someone else's arms?" She whispered in my ear, her face flushed.
"No! I feel disgusted!"
"It's not disgusting, I promise I'll look beautiful..." Xiaomei said, shaking off my hand from her neck and running out.
I was stunned, my blood rushing to my face, my emotions incredibly complex. I never expected things to have come to this point. Everything I had longed for but dared not face was about to happen right before my eyes tonight. A scene flashed through my mind: my wife, sprawled on the bed, naked, frantically having sex with another man.
I followed her into the inner room. Xiaomei stood in front of the mirror, her face still flushed, her chest rising and falling, looking exceptionally alluring.
I stared at Xiaomei in the mirror for a moment. Xiaomei smiled shyly again: "Actually, I'm more embarrassed, really!"
"Then why did you...!"
"I just thought it was fun. Honey, um, you agree now! Honey! I know you really want it too, you're just too shy. Right?" She pouted and started to whine.
"If you don't agree, I... I'll go with him, and you'll lose me forever! Please!"
"Okay." I said against my will.
Xiaomei's eyes darted across my face. "Don't worry, it's not disgusting. I swear to you, in a little while, I promise, I promise to give you the most exciting... porn scene."
"But, but I've never slept on the sofa before, let me sleep on it for ten days..."
"Or, you can sleep with us?" Xiaomei's eyes flashed, her captivating charm making me lose control.
"...Okay."
"I mean, you can sleep with us, I mean, you can't touch me."
What! This slut! I was furious, but also incredibly excited! Watching Xiaomei's mouth move, my mind went blank, wondering what other exciting and terrifying things she would say next.
"I mean, you can't touch me with a single finger. Just for a few days, okay, honey? You've enjoyed my body for so many years, you used to say you're a bit aesthetically numb. This time, I'll give you a chance to appreciate and experience beauty from a completely new perspective, okay?" Then Xiaomei slightly thrust out her breasts, tightened her lower abdomen, and trembled slightly as she brought her legs together. "Let his fingers, his mouth, his penis, stimulate and interpret the beauty around you in a completely new way." "
Okay. Then tonight, you can arrange it. A daughter grows up and can't stay at home, and a wife can't be kept either, you... do whatever you want." Looking at Xiaomei's beautiful body, my penis was as hard as a rock.
"After dinner, I'll take a shower and give him my body clean and fresh."
"What about me?"
Xiaomei's eyes darted around, suppressing a laugh, and pretended to be serious, "You're not involved."
"What!" I pushed Xiaomei onto the bed and started to assault her.
Xiaomei lay on the bed, curling her legs up to avoid my advances, giggling and pleading, "How about I arrange a nice job for you? Take a bath with me."
"Really!" Hearing this, a glimmer of hope appeared in my heart, a ray of optimism amidst my utter despair.
"You help me get ready. Wash me thoroughly, inside and out, change me into my sexiest clothes, and then carry me out like an old eunuch escorting a concubine to the emperor's bed."
"Okay." My heart and my voice sank below the horizon, into the darkness.
Hearing my calm reply, Xiaomei became somewhat uneasy. "Husband, I... I was just joking." I don't know why I suddenly calmed down.
"It's nothing."
"Honey." She looked at me anxiously, her hands awkwardly wrapped around my waist. "Honey, I...was I a bit too much? I just wanted to give you some special excitement...or should I call him and tell him not to come?"
"Okay. Do you want to hear the truth? What you just said really hurt me. If this game is still a game so far, let's stop." My tone was even more indifferent.
Xiaomei was really scared. She immediately took out her phone and started dialing.
"Xiao Xie? It's me. Don't come over tonight. Yes, my husband and I have something to do, so don't come. It's okay, I'm okay, you go ahead..." She said, looking pitifully into my eyes, one hand still holding mine, shaking it.
"Yes... don't come these next two days... really, it's not good... um... no, we can still meet... I'll see you off at the airport. Okay? Okay. Take care of yourself... okay... I know... I'm fine."
I suddenly regretted it (the readers waiting anxiously on the coastline might curse me to death), snatched the phone from her hand, and was about to say something when I realized I'd been tricked. The phone was actually switched off.
Xiaomei laughed until she couldn't breathe. She struggled beneath me while protecting her hair, which she'd just styled that afternoon.
"You little slut, you want to die!"
"...Husband, I was wrong. Just let me be wrong this once, let me be reckless this once."
"Alright, alright. I've been letting you have your way. I've really spoiled you."
"Husband, I've shown him all the novels you wrote. I know you actually want to see me being penetrated by him? Isn't that right? He likes you quite a bit too. He said he'll make sure he gets to see enough this time." So Xie Ming had also read my writing. My face flushed.
"Xiao Xie said it's perfectly normal. As long as it's consensual and he's willing, it's fun for the three of us, what's there to be embarrassed about?"
"Today, will anything happen? I mean, your period…"
Xiao Mei suddenly became shy. She lowered her head, and after a while, looked up at me. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, with an indescribable beauty. "Today is the most dangerous day. If he really gets pregnant, can you accept it?"
My penis was rock hard. "You… uh… you really want to? You love him that much? You're willing to have a child for him?!" I stammered. The Mei Xue before me didn't seem like my wife of six years. Is it true that once a woman cheats, her behavior becomes particularly abnormal and unpredictable?
"Hmm. I love him quite a bit. But don't be jealous, this isn't the same as marital love."
I didn't want to argue about these things anymore, so I waved my hand. "Okay. Anyway, paying twenty or thirty thousand will get the little bastard a household registration. Besides, I'm leaving the state-owned company soon, so I don't have to worry about being fired." Xiaomei thought I was just joking, blinked her eyes, and didn't say anything more, just smiled shyly, like a charming bride.
I told her about this feeling, and Xiaomei snuggled into my arms, her body burning hot, extremely passionate.
She turned her face away, her voice low, "I calculated it with a formula, between ten and eleven o'clock at night, preferably eleven, if he ejaculates inside, she'll definitely get pregnant... You'll be wearing this green hat for the rest of your life this time."
"Now I'll go cook. You go prepare your clothes. Since we've both decided, then you should enjoy his penis, and let him enjoy my wife too." I held Xiaomei in front of the mirror, but Xiaomei just closed her eyes, not daring to look at herself in the mirror.
Just as I finished preparing dinner, the doorbell rang.
My heart pounded, and I even had trouble breathing.
Xiaomei opened the door and welcomed Xie Ming in.
"Your brother Xu is cooking inside. Go and greet him," I heard Xiaomei instruct him.
When Xie Ming and I looked at each other, I realized he was even more embarrassed than I was. That was natural. After all, he was an intruder. I calmed myself down and greeted him warmly.
Xie Ming seemed a little flustered, sitting at the dining table in the living room, staring blankly at the steaming food, unsure of what to say. Xiaomei
sat beside me, her face flushed, silent, just picking at the food haphazardly. I nudged her foot, but she only glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, not daring to say a word. I had no choice but to rearrange the seating, letting Xiaomei sit next to Xie Ming. Although Xiaomei's face turned even redder, the pretense had finally been broken, and she began to laugh and chatter, even inviting Xie Ming and me to drink. She herself didn't touch a drop.
"Xiao Xie, thank you for taking care of Xiao Mei these past few days." Xiao Xie hadn't reacted yet, and Xiao Mei just stared blankly at me.
"Xiao Mei keeps contacting me. She said you gave her a feeling I'd never given her before, and she felt really comfortable."
Xiao Mei playfully spat at me, "You jerk, what are you saying!"
"I'm telling the truth!" Xiao Mei was a little embarrassed, threw her chopsticks on the table, and got up to run back to the bedroom.
I grabbed Xiao Mei and pushed her back to Xiao Xie's side.
The air in the room gradually filled with a sensual and decadent atmosphere.
Xie Ming and I chatted idly about his upcoming work and life in Singapore. Out
of the corner of my eye, I saw Xiao Mei's foot hooked onto Xiao Xie's foot.
Her small feet were wearing thick white cotton socks, which had gotten a little black stain from rubbing against Xiao Xie's leather shoes.
"Xiaomei, why did you forget to change Xiaoxie's slippers? Look, your socks are all dirty." I asked, feigning concern, looking at Xiaomei and Xiaoxie's intertwined feet.
Xiaomei was extremely embarrassed and quickly moved her feet away, blushing and baring her teeth at me like an angry kitten.
"Xiaoxie, is this how it is when you and Xiaomei eat at your house?" I asked, pretending to be curious.
"Just eating." Xiaoxie slowly relaxed, winking at Xiaomei before answering me.
"You...you didn't do anything romantic while eating?"
"I won't tell him." Xiaomei pressed her body against Xiaoxie, pulling his hand to her lower back. Xiaoxie hesitated for a moment, then hugged Xiaomei.
"Xiaoxie, you've taken my wife, you can't just leave me without an explanation." I stared intently at Xiaoxie.
"Yes, while eating, I also ate your wife Xiaomei." Xiaoxie leaned towards me, smiling as he spoke slowly.
"Really? Xiaomei's a perfectly healthy person, how could you eat her?" I feigned ignorance.
"On Xiaomei's birthday, she asked me to put the cake I bought for her on her. I ate it while feeding her, touching her all the while. When I got thirsty, I drank her saliva. It came in gushes, I didn't eat much cake, but I drank my fill of water." This guy, he really knows how to enjoy Xiaomei!
Xiaomei let out a soft moan, blushing, and punched Xiao Xie hard with both hands, "You're bad, you're bad! I told you not to tell anyone..."
"He's your husband. I've been bullying you like this, he should know the grievances you've suffered." Xiao Xie grabbed Xiaomei's hands and pulled her into his arms in front of me. In another man's arms, Xiaomei blushed, wanting to accept his intimacy, but hesitated again when she looked at me.
"Are you alright? I bet Meixue really likes this feeling. Meixue, what do you think? Do you feel wronged?
I've never wronged you like this before, so am I the one who wronged you?" I continued to joke with Xiaomei, but in my mind, scenes from Xiaomei's past birthdays flashed through my mind. There had never been such fun and romance!
Along with the heartache, there was a peculiar feeling, like a sharp knife severing my neck, feeling the extreme sharpness and pleasure!
Xiaomei seemed to understand my feelings. She suddenly pushed Xie Ming away, walked to my side, and hugged me tenderly. I looked at Xie Ming with embarrassment. It was a normal intimacy between the couple, but I felt awkward.
"Xiaomei really loves you, Brother Xu," Xie Ming said to me, looking at Xiaomei steadily, his voice filled with disappointment.
Xiaomei ignored Xie Ming's words and looked at me intently, asking, "I don't like you calling me Meixue. It feels a bit distant. For so many years, haven't you always called me Xiaomei?"
"Xiaomei..." I hugged her.
Xiao Xie coughed lightly, got up and left, sitting on the sofa.
I gestured to Xiao Mei with my chin, "I'm fine, my dear wife. Don't forget, he's your star tonight."
Xiao Mei blushed, kissed my forehead affectionately, and then gracefully turned to Xiao Xie's side. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I'm full, it's fine. Xiao Mei... I... I want to leave."
"Why?" Xiao Mei turned to look at me.
"With such a handsome man before you, why do you want to leave?" I also went to Xiao Xie's side, put my arm around Xiao Mei, and asked him.
"...I still feel a little guilty towards you, like I'm some kind of third party, disrupting your lives."
Xiao Mei looked at me inquiringly, and seeing me nod, she nodded back, making her decision.
"Brother, for the next few days, I'm your darling wife, pamper me however you want. Don't worry about him anymore, just treat him like a useless decoration." She glanced at him with a smile, then plopped down on Xiao Xie's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard.
I stood there, stunned, as if my blood had frozen. "Just treat him like a decoration." Those words struck me like a thunderclap!
It turned out that this saying was true: the more one gains, the more one loses! Seeing my beautiful wife intimately with another man was a unique sexual thrill for a man like me, something most people couldn't experience. But who could I confide in about the emotional wound? Only my colleagues at Coastline could bear witness.
"Brother Xu is getting angry. What do you mean by 'useless decoration'!" Xiao Xie quickly pushed her away, scolding Xiao Mei.
"No, not at all." Seeing Xiao Mei stick out her tongue, I smiled kindly. "I declare that, with the consent of Mei Xue's first husband, Xu Fang, from now on," I glanced at my watch, "from 9:10 AM on December 31st until January 10th, Miss Mei Xue will be Mr. Xie Ming's official wife, and must obey him, cherish him, and submit to him… Now, please extend your hands…"
Xiao Mei and Xiao Xie smiled and extended their hands. I mischievously guided Xiao Xie's outstretched hand to my wife Mei Xue's half-open blouse, and led Xiao Xie's other hand to my wife Mei Xue's crotch.
Mei Xue was only wearing a light yellow, thin sweater, and Xiao Xie's hand immediately made her breasts appear even larger.
She wore light blue straight-leg trousers with an elastic waistband, making it very easy to slip her hand inside. I watched as Xiao Xie's left hand effortlessly reached for Mei Xue's most alluring and mysterious lower body, whether it went directly into her panties or was separated by the last, thinnest fabric, I couldn't tell.
"Husband, you're so bad!" Mei Xue didn't struggle at all, only let out a soft cry, and fell into Xiao Xie's arms, letting him do as he pleased.
"Which husband are you saying is bad?" Xiao Xie teased Mei Xue with his words while freely caressing her with his hands in front of me.
"You're my husband, I don't have another husband, right, Xu Fang?" Xiao Mei weakly accepted his caresses while continuing to provoke me.
After I finished clearing the table, I returned to the living room and saw Xiao Xie still sitting there; Xiao Mei had already gone to take a shower.
"Brother Xu, will I stay here for the next few days?"
"Sure. It's fine." Seeing Xie Ming's sympathetic gaze, I felt very displeased, but my expression became even more enthusiastic.
"In a little while, I'll go in and help Xiao Mei scrub her back... and help her get ready."
"Xiao Mei is my wife, don't you dare touch her!"
"Go to hell." I also kicked him with a smile.
"Seriously, Brother Xu, some of what I said was just flirting, partly a joke. If you want to sleep with me, you can always take my place."
I felt even more uncomfortable inside. You bastard, Xiao Mei is my wife, why should you give way to her! But outwardly, I could only reply, "Let's just treat it as a game. Everyone's already agreed, so let's play by the rules; it'll be more fun that way."
Just then, Xiaomei called my name from the bathroom: "Xu Fang, come in."
I winked at Xiao Xie, signaling that he could get ready too, then took off my clothes and went into the bathroom.
In the rising steam, I saw a slender, smooth body, its back to me, with straight legs, a slightly upturned bottom, a long waist, and two small breasts on either side, hopping about, indistinct yet even more alluring.
"Xu Fang, am I beautiful?"
"Mei Xue, you're so beautiful."
"Fine, from now on, you can't call me Xiao Mei anymore, you have to call me Mei Xue. I'm Xie Ming's wife now, I'm turning around, you can only look, don't move!" Xiao Mei said, turning her alluring body towards me.
Her beautiful short hair half-covered her delicate face, reaching all the way to her chin. The other side of her face was as smooth as a beautiful crescent moon. Her long, single-lidded eyes, filled with dark and bright pupils, held a gentle smile, and her lips, half-parted, were full and moist. Shallow dimples rippled with desire, seemingly teasing.
Tiny drops of water flowed down her high breasts, down her abdomen, and then gathered into countless streams, flowing all the way to her thick pubic hair. Her thighs were still as long and strong as ever, and the curves of her calves were still as beautiful and alluring, but all of this, I would not be able to enjoy in the next few days.
"My face isn't as pretty as hers, but my figure is prettier, isn't it?" It took me a while to realize she was referring to her sister. I sighed and gently reached out to touch Xiaomei's breasts. Xiaomei feigned a dodge, but I still managed to grab her nipple.
"This is the last time. We agreed, I'm Xie Ming's wife now."
"You really won't let me touch you?"
"Isn't there someone better waiting for you? A pure first love, how wonderful."
"Her husband is here too." "
Oh, poor guy, wanting to come back to your wife? I don't care, who told you to touch Mei Ning? If I don't teach you a lesson, I, Mei Xue, am not a woman. It's settled, I'm going to let him play with me to his heart's content, making you drool!"
Looking at Mei Xue's sexy and wanton body, I couldn't resist anymore and grabbed her, demanding sex.
Mei Xue resolutely pushed me away.
"Alright, I'm almost done washing, help me dry off. I'll blow-dry my hair."
I had no choice but to pick up a towel and dry Xiaomei from head to toe. Xiaomei focused intently on drying her hair, unmoved by my care and occasional touches.
A moment later, she helped me up, lifted her leg, and quickly applied nail polish to her ten toes.
My heart ached even more. Seeing Xiaomei begin applying eyebrow makeup and lipstick, I knew the moment was approaching, and I felt an overwhelming surge of desire.
"Bring in my red bra. And bring in the panties I bought at Yansha too."
"What?" The ones I bought six months ago, costing over four hundred yuan—just a thin string and two strips of fabric? I'd mocked their exorbitant price several times, but privately I thought they were worth the money. On Xiaomei's backside, they'd form the weakest fortress, yet still subtly concealing what needed to be covered.
Xiaomei had worn them for half an hour before, hoping to add some spice, but my grumbling about the price prevented us from going all the way and we ended up having a huge argument. Afterwards, Xiaomei said she wouldn't let me wear them anymore. I never imagined they'd be used by another man today. I was momentarily speechless, staring blankly at Xiaomei with a sullen face.
"What? Can't bear to part with her? I truly don't understand, why does a wise ruler value material things more than a person?" Xiaomei stood with her hands on her hips, tiptoeing, striking a pose like a sex symbol.
I gritted my teeth, turning to leave while pointing at her, saying, "When your husband regains his status, I'll buy you a pair of underwear worth a thousand yuan." Xiaomei immediately clapped her hands in agreement.
When Xiaomei entered the bedroom, she was wearing that pale yellow nightgown, a glimpse of bright red undergarment peeking out from her chest. Beneath the nightgown, her smooth legs were exposed, her feet completely bare, ten slender, jade-like toes painted a vibrant green, slightly upturned. She exuded a captivating sexiness amidst her allure, her innocent smile still holding a hint of shyness.
Afterwards, Xiaomei, Xiaoxie, and I went to bed together.
Xiaoxie embraced Xiaomei, the two holding each other quietly, their eyes gazing at each other with deep affection for a long time.
Those beautiful eyes, like two black goldfish, swam back and forth in his pupils.
And I, standing by, in utter agony, reminisced through hazy memories: how many years ago was the last time Xiaomei and I gazed at each other so tenderly? It must have happened, otherwise I wouldn't know that the affectionate look in those eyes, like light shining through two windows of heaven, enveloped the person with a blissful, divine favor. Was it like what Henry James meant in that famous novel, where people, in their long search, finally forget the truest beauty beside them?
"Xue'er, is it alright?" Mei Xue looked at me again, and I nodded.
Mei Xue smiled and gestured to me again, "...Honey, turn your head away. I...I'm a little embarrassed in front of you
." Xiao
Xie exclaimed, "He's your husband too?" Xiao
Mei pouted at him, saying sweetly, "He's the original. I want to ignore him, is that possible?"
Xiao Xie said, "How can that be? The original is best; I have to step aside. Come on, Brother Xu, you come here." Then he tried to pull Xiaomei into my arms.
Xiao Mei threw herself into his arms, her voice sweet and coquettish, "Brother Xie, didn't I say I'd be your wife these past few days? Husband, do you really want to see?" She blushed and pointed at me, "Okay, but don't laugh at me. Also, if I make a sound later, don't remember what I say. Promise me?"
"Fine, but after your husband, Xie, is done with you, I want to have him too, okay?" I asked Xiao Mei in a rough, low voice.
"That depends on my husband's permission. Husband, don't let him have me, okay? I only want you to possess me."
This slut, nestled in Xie's arms, writhed even more shamelessly.
"My husband agreed, Xu Fang, are you determined to embarrass yourself? In a moment, everyone will see how much worse you are than your husband. Husband, come on, take off my clothes, play with me until I die..." Xiao Xie took off Xiao Mei's nightgown, leaving her in only her red bodice and panties that barely covered her pubic hair. He laid Xiao Mei's smooth body down on the bed and began to play with her wantonly.
"Mmm... oh..." Xiao Mei endured it, her face flushed, and smiled as she reached out her hand to me, shaking it. "Can you skip the foreplay and flirting? I'm afraid you can't handle it."
"What can't I handle?! We've done it so many times."
"It's different. Others put in a lot of effort to make your wife crave more, it's not the same as doing homework with you."
In that instant, I understood a lot. It turned out that the cause and effect all had to be found within myself.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Mei, I did sometimes just go through the motions in the past, and I didn't care much about your feelings. It was my fault." I shed tears with complicated emotions.
"Darling, don't say anymore, I was wrong too." Xiaomei's eyes also moistened when she saw my tears.
"Just enjoy yourself tonight." As I said this, my penis hardened, but my inner turmoil melted away in Xiaomei's tenderness.
"You need to correct something, you should tell him..." Xiaomei covered her face as she spoke, "...let him enjoy his wife properly." Before she finished speaking, she moved slightly.
I looked at Xiao Xie again, who was licking Xiaomei's two erect nipples through her bra, his hands gently caressing her glistening breasts exposed outside her lingerie. The two points in the center of the thin silk bra were already wet with his saliva, and the two nipples, under the teasing of his tongue and the extremely soft but even more itchy friction of the silk fabric, were already swollen and about to burst, eager to undergo more direct torment.
"Xie Ming, Xiao Mei and I both ask you to enjoy Xiao Mei's body to your heart's content. Xiao Xie, you don't need to care about me. Really, Xiao Mei has enjoyed wonderful sex with you these past few days, and I hope you continue to make her happy. Tonight, you must make her come a few more times." As I spoke, I tore off the last piece of clothing covering Xiao Mei's upper body.
"Brother Xu, I will."
"Husband! I protest! You're all ganging up on me to embarrass me." Xiao Mei weakly raised her jade-like arms, defiantly protesting.
"The one moving on top of you now is your husband."
"No, husband, you are my good husband. In a little while, I will definitely let you have a few more pleasures on top of me." Xiao Mei was undergoing Xie Ming's highly skilled teasing, her face flushed, and her breathing became uneven.
"No, Mei Xue, right now I'm just a trainee husband. I need to learn from your current husband how to treat your body well. Later, I'll just help you clean up this time, okay?
" "Clean up? Clean up what?" Xiao Mei was a little dizzy.
"Clean up the mess you left behind."
"Ah, no, no, he and I will leave so much, how can you clean it all up... um... it's not appropriate, how can I let my husband do this, it's so embarrassing..." Xiaomei's words became increasingly suggestive.
I talked to Xiaomei while watching Xiaoxie's actions.
His hands had already started moving down, his mouth still on Xiaomei's breasts. One moment he was sucking on her left nipple, never getting enough, the next he was tracing circles along Xiaomei's areola with his tongue. When I saw Xiaomei's nipples covered in his glistening saliva, I felt a burning, itchy sensation in my heart, and my lower body was extremely aroused. In front of Xiaoxie, I didn't care about being embarrassed anymore, and I grabbed my penis and started stroking it.
"Xiaomei, Xiaomei." Seeing this, Xiaoxie quickly called Xiaomei to help.
Xiaomei suppressed a laugh and grabbed my penis.
"I'm sorry, honey, I've left you with no chance to show off your skills."
"I'll take it slow for you, there's still plenty of time. Come on, touch me too... Hmm, don't be petty, this isn't charity, I'm begging you!"
This damn wife, she saw right through me. I was speechless, so I just started touching the places Xiao Xie had touched. Although it was a little awkward at first, both Xiao Mei and Xiao Xie seemed to enjoy it, so I just continued eating what Xiao Xie had left over.
After a while, the battle finally ignited all over Xiao Mei's body. Xiao Mei's cries no longer had much meaning, they were just a release for her physical sensations.
"Oh...oh...um...how wonderful...don't pull down my panties...I bought them especially for my husband. Yes...it can only be done through the panties...husband, go tell him..." Xiao Xie was a little confused. I turned to him and explained that these panties looked no different from normal underwear, but if you pulled the drawstring, a large hole would appear in the middle, allowing for direct insertion.
"I haven't enjoyed this yet, kid. My wife is more generous to you than to me..." Xiao Xie was curious. He pulled the drawstring on the right, and unexpectedly, Xiao Mei's panties were wrinkled together.
Xiao Mei nudged me, "You pull it, silly, give him your wife's most beautiful part." Overwhelmed with excitement, I disregarded all shame and pulled out the drawstring hidden in the left waistband. With a gentle pull, Xiao Mei's already soaked panties parted slightly, revealing a glistening vulva amidst her pubic hair.
"The disaster is serious. Rescue is like saving lives. Brother Xu, I'm sorry."
I nodded. Xiao Mei behind me flinched. "I'm your wife now. Do whatever you want." Xiao Xie tilted his head, lifted Xiao Mei's buttocks, and buried half his face in Xiao Mei's pubic hair. With a series of squeaking licks, sucking, tapping, and drilling, Xiao Mei was in extreme discomfort. Her buttocks were pressed down by him and she couldn't move an inch. She just cried out even more happily.
"Xiaomei, how is it?"
"Husband, I...I...I'm so sorry...He's so amazing...Ah...My clitoris...is being played with so much by his tongue...Ah...Husband...Your tongue is inside...I can't take it anymore...I'm so itchy...I want him to penetrate me...I don't want to suffer like this anymore...It's too uncomfortable...I'm so wet...Come on, touch my nipples...touch them..."
I nodded, "Wife, be brave, you might have to endure it a little longer. Don't you like this kind of foreplay?" Then I leaned down and lay on Xiaomei's body, pressing down on her arms, and started sucking on Xiaomei's nipples again.
With our movements, Xiaomei's moans rose and fell.
When Xiao Xie lifted his wife's buttocks completely and buried his head between Xiao Mei's legs, Xiao Mei seemed to realize something. Her two snow-white thighs kicked wildly in the air. "No... my husband is right here... no... I'm going to faint... no!..."
I looked at him curiously, and was shocked to find that his target had shifted from Xiao Mei's vagina to a little further back. I curiously tried to peek, but Xiao Mei's hand grabbed me tightly. She pleaded in an almost delirious voice, "Husband, don't look. If you look, I'll be so ashamed."
"He wants to lick your... asshole?! Do you like this? Or should I make him stop?" I was extremely surprised. In all these years, I had never touched Xiao Mei's asshole.
A beautiful blush spread across Xiao Mei's snow-white face. "No, I... I like it. Let him play with it, let him do as he pleases. Anyway... I'm his now." My penis became hard again. This meant that my wife's asshole had already been explored by him?
"I'm going to die, oh... ah... so good! God! ... No, you're doing this... how... can... me... see... my... husband, you're killing me..." Xiaomei's body began to tremble violently, a tremor I had never experienced in all the years of our marriage! It turned out she was ejaculating!
"I came... I came... ah... it feels so good... ah..." Her small fists clenched until her knuckles turned white, her legs could no longer bear it, one leg weakly resting on Xiaoxie's shoulder, the other sliding off, rolling back and forth on the bed.
Is this my beloved wife's orgasm?
So this is what Xiaomei's orgasm is—so moving and beautiful. I was simultaneously thrilled by Xiaomei's magnificent climax and painfully aware that her body, having experienced such a beautiful orgasm, was being enjoyed by someone else; her "essence" had been undeniably given to another: Xiao Xie's face was covered in strings of semen, tinged with a fishy odor, and his mouth was a white, gooey mess—the very fluids of my wife's climax, imbued with the essence and spirit of her love!
"Husband, I want it," Xiao Xie smiled at me, pulling my wife's smooth body into his arms and kissing her on the lips.
After a moment, Xiaomei pushed him away angrily, her face flushed, spitting out the sticky, yellowish liquid frothing in her mouth. "You bad thing, you pervert! You spat my genitals into my mouth again. You're so mean!...Husband, didn't you just say you were going to clean me up?" She slapped me.
Suddenly, I felt an impulse and grabbed Xiaomei. "This is my wife's stuff, so of course I have to taste what it tastes like."
Xiaomei stared at me blankly. "Honey, you really don't mind? Okay, I still have some in my mouth..." I kissed Xiaomei, and when her tongue brought a mouthful of something sweet and sour into my mouth, I was so excited that I almost ejaculated. I quickly swallowed and managed to swallow the mouthful.
"Brother Xu, what Xiaomei ejaculated actually tastes really good. Xiaomei, I promise, I'll let you ejaculate to your heart's content today." Xiaomei moaned softly as he pushed her down onto the bed.
The last piece of cloth covering her waist was also torn off by me.
His enormous penis was aimed directly at Xiaomei's labia, and slowly entered her body along the still-slippery opening of her vagina, which was still dripping with semen.
Xiaomei's naked body was thus offered to him without reservation, right in front of me.
After he had completely possessed her, for some reason, Xiaomei grabbed my hand and pressed it to her heart.
Although I knew that Xiaomei's act of intercourse with him didn't really mean much to me anymore, because it had actually happened many days and many nights in the past, when I felt Xiaomei's rapid heartbeat and saw her happy smile, from her furrowed brows to her relaxed brows and the slight twitch of her lips, I knew that Xiaomei had truly lost her virginity this time. My impulse could no longer be suppressed, and with a roar, I ejaculated!
What followed can only be described in one sentence: this guy was incredibly ruthless when he played with Xiaomei. He could thrust into her hundreds of times, all the way to the depths of her uterus, leaving her almost breathless. At the crucial moment when she was about to reach her climax, he would lightly poke and poke, moving freely in and out of her vagina.
When Xiaomei was truly consumed by lust and couldn't control herself, he would gradually push her, squeezing out layers of her vaginal fluid. Her juices would overflow from between her thighs onto the sheets beneath her buttocks. Finally, he had to let me switch to her side, and they resumed their battle there.
Time passed slowly, and when the clock struck eleven, Xiao Xie was holding Xiaomei's buttocks and thrusting relentlessly from behind. Xiaomei was kneeling on the bed, her legs weak and limp. If it weren't for my support below, she wouldn't have been able to stand up at all.
Xiaomei's cries had become meaningless, only faint moans emanating from her abdomen with each deep thrust: "Oh... um... um... um... um..." Sweat soaked her beautiful hair, her eyes staring blankly at me, her lips occasionally forming the shape of "husband."
"Darling, are you still going?"
Xiaomei leaned against my chest, looking at me, nodding, forcing a smile: "He's almost... fucking me to death."
"Xiaomei, can you still take it?" Xiao Xie also asked with concern.
"You should be done for now," I said, somewhat dissatisfied.
"Brother Xu, you weren't there, so you don't know. Xiaomei's vagina is gripping me tightly right now. Oh, it feels so good. There's not much fluid left, but the flesh inside is even tighter. Round and round." He thrust deeply one last time, until Xiaomei's buttocks were pressed tightly together, and then stopped. "Mmm...it's so embarrassing...no...don't say...out loud..." Xiaomei's voice was trembling with tears, but upon closer listening, it wasn't discomfort, but rather a sense of ethereal bliss, as if she had reached the pinnacle of life and was about to soar.
"Inside your Xiaomei's vagina, one of her labia is opening and closing. Is her cervix opening up...?" Xiao Xie paused for a moment before reporting to me.
Xiaomei moaned, "It's his penis...pushing open my flower core..."
"Does it feel good?"
"Mmm...I'm going to come. He's going to ejaculate inside me too, husband." In the last second, as if in a final burst of energy, she calmly told me, then gently kissed me.
"Xiaomei, you're squeezing me so tight, I've already reached the end, Xiaomei."
"No...don't...move...I'm coming...husband...I'm going to be shot inside...um...shoot inside now, plant your seed in me...husband, help me, push me..." Xiaomei's voice was exceptionally clear, but only for a moment. With my movements and Xiao Xie's final thrust behind her, she began her last moan.
"Shoot me to death... Ouch... I'm going to die... Mmm... Husband... Darling husband... Shoot your seed... Inside... I... I'm going to die... Ah... So much... Shoot me to death..."
"I'm going to die... Ah... So good... Husband... You're much stronger than my husband... Husband... I'm not as strong as you... I've never been as strong as you... Ah... I'm going to lose it again..."
Xiao Xie slowly thrust a dozen times, and Xiao Mei could no longer move. Her whole body was pressed against mine, and her little mouth was moaning in my ear, "He shot inside, so much, so much, I never felt this good when I was pregnant with Xiao Bing... Wave after wave, I... I'm going to lose it again!" It wasn't until the vaginal fluid that Xiao Xie shot out from my beloved wife Xiao Mei's vagina at their point of union was squeezed out and dripped coolly onto my legs that I realized that my semen had also shot all over Xiao Mei.
(XI) The Foolish Wife and the Foolish Husband
I knew my writing had reached its limit, and it would be difficult to depict my feelings at that moment more precisely. Seeing Xiaomei's vaginal opening, from her labia majora to her labia minora, overflowing with Xie Ming's semen, pools of it, flowing everywhere, animated images flashed through my mind. I imagined countless sperm swimming happily deep inside Xiaomei's vagina, one of the most clever and valiant little things, sprinting at top speed, being the first to collide with the large, colorful ball released from Xiaomei's uterus, and immediately merging with it…
Xiaomei's moans continued. Xie Ming's penis was half-lowered, the slick, glistening thing wet from base to tip, with two thin threads still lingering at Xiaomei's vaginal opening. At this moment, he turned to me and asked, "Brother Xu, are you going to get on top?"
I hesitated, looking at Xiaomei. Her eyes were closed, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, seemingly oblivious to everything. I could only shake my head.
Xie Ming leaned down again, and while his penis was still recovering, showered Xiao Mei with kisses—on her face, lips, neck, breasts… kissing almost her entire body.
Then, he slipped between Xiao Mei's thighs again, tentatively probing her vagina with a few fingers, rubbing the vaginal walls in circles, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. His other hand worked in perfect harmony, constantly kneading her clitoris, which had become erect like a nipple after her orgasm. More semen flowed onto the sheets.
Only then did I truly feel ashamed. It turned out that Xie Ming's aftercare was also so attentive; no wonder Xiao Mei always said I should learn from his attitude.
Under his attentive "service," Xiaomei's body trembled uncontrollably once again. Her face flushed with desire, her eyes stared blankly at me, her lips parted slightly, revealing her small tongue pressed between her teeth. Her thighs seemed to have nowhere to go, and she could only bend her knees and straighten them repeatedly. One of her small hands tugged at her two swollen and purplish-red nipples without any restraint, while her other hand rested on her ear, her fingers caressing her beautiful face in a daze.
"Brother Xie Ming, oh...oh...I...I think...I really can't take it anymore..." Under his perfectly skillful finger techniques, Xiao Mei finally reached her breaking point after saying this. Her face was flushed, her eyes were intoxicated with desire, and she was completely lost in the moment. "Come on, fuck me to death, my dear husband, you are my dear husband...oh, ah...ah..."
Her hysterical screams were tinged with a self-destructive and abusive emotion. "My husband...is not even a tenth as good as yours...he's a piece of trash...fuck me to death...fuck me to death again...let my husband learn properly...half a month with you...is worth six years with him..."
I froze, my hands trembling, and pressed down on Xiaomei. "Meixue, you make love to him. I can't compare to him. Let him fuck you to death... Let him plant his seed, get pregnant with his child... Don't worry about me... Really, don't worry about me..." My cries turned into murmurs until tears dripped onto Xiaomei's face, and only then did we both regain some clarity. At this moment, Xie Ming's penis was once again deeply inserted into Xiaomei's vagina.
"I'm sorry, husband, I was just... crazy... Come on... I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me, what did I say?!" Xiaomei leaned back and kissed me. "Husband, husband! You are my husband! I was so shameless just now..."
I finally cried. Xiaomei broke free from his penetration and hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry, husband, hate me, I was wrong. What I said just now wasn't the truth. I love you. Waaah..." Xiaomei must have regretted it to the extreme. Her arms were wrapped around me so tightly that I could hardly breathe.
"Mei, my little Mei, my beloved wife, I'm so glad you experienced a true climax... I'm so sorry I haven't given you this before. I know you've always loved me, really. I hope you continue to enjoy it, my little darling, okay?"
Mei, her eyes still brimming with tears, asked me, "You won't blame me
, will you?" "I won't blame you. Didn't I say that from now until your husband leaves, you are his wife?"
"No, I am both your wives." Mei's voice had never been so sweet and coquettish before.
No, Mei had said that before, but after I teased her, she never did it again.
It's strange, but before, when Mei spoke like that, I really felt awkward. But now, for some reason, I feel she should be this sweet and coquettish; the sweeter she is, the more I like it. Tell me, isn't this man a strange thing?
"Okay, let's share your body together."
"And love." Mei squinted her eyes, surrendered herself to his embrace again, and winked at me.
Then, willingly, I lifted Xiaomei's jade-like legs and asked Xie Ming to ravage her to his heart's content.
That night, the three of us went wild with lust to the extreme.
The next day, when I came out of my house, I bumped into He Guocai from across the hall. He studied my expression and asked, "Xiaomei's back?"
I nodded, unsure how to explain Xie Ming's situation to him, when Xiaomei, half-naked, opened the door behind me and handed me my phone.
He Guocai happened to see Xiaomei's exposed shoulders, and his eyes widened instantly.
Xiaomei blushed, remained silent, quickly glanced at He Guocai, and then lowered her head and shrank back.
It took He Guocai a while to recover his composure, and he held my hand, smiling but saying nothing.
In the morning, I went with him to his company to meet the employees of the new company I was about to join.
To be honest, I didn't expect his company to be so well-organized, with about fifteen or sixteen people. To use a common saying, it's small but complete.
Then I rushed back to the company and typed out my resignation letter in five minutes. When I finally handed the resignation letter to Mr. Xie, his expression wasn't the surprise I expected; it was very calm, as if he had long anticipated this day.
Mr. Xie wasn't tall, and his voice was very soft. His appearance was quite ordinary; his only distinctive feature was his very light eyebrows, so light that they were almost invisible up close. What I couldn't stand most from their private discussions was that he wore a wig when he went out to prostitutes. I was utterly disgusted by him.
"Are you really decided?"
"Yes."
"Think about it some more. You're a talented person."
"Forget it."
"I know you're angry with me, but… you don't know my true opinion of you."
"Hmm." I was a little impatient.
"Sigh, young people these days... they're too impatient."
"Can you approve it today?"
"Okay. I'll approve it now, but... there's something I need to say. If I wait until after I approve it, it might be too cruel for you. I'll tell you now." "
I'm all ears." "
I just submitted a report last week, recommending that head office promote you to vice president, replacing Vice President Li who's about to take up a position at the branch office."
My hand trembled slightly.
He slowly put down his pen, tapping me with his thick finger. "Take this report back immediately. I'll pretend this never happened."
I knew that although he usually had a joking demeanor, when he spoke with this expression, he probably wasn't lying.
"Why? Li Dapao, Zhang Lao Er, didn't they all say they...? Didn't you say that about them...?"
"What they spread in private, how accurate can it be?! My opinion about them?! That's even more of a joke. They can only play along with me, they have no real skills. The two of them combined aren't even as good as you. I may have been a bit harsher on you, but normally we don't talk much, we're not on the same wavelength. But that doesn't affect my opinion and evaluation of your abilities!"
"To be honest, this past year, I haven't given you any extra responsibility, and I even took some of your business away. Firstly, I wanted to see how you were doing, and secondly... I did want to promote Da Pao and Lao Er, but after trying them out, they really weren't up to the task. I also want to have a place to collect my retirement pension. As for you, I've been observing you all along. You've handled every little task I gave you exceptionally well. If there were two more people like you in the company, I could completely relax and have some fun. Alright, get ready. This afternoon, Vice President Sun from head office will talk to you."
I nodded, feeling dizzy, and prepared to get up. Suddenly, I remembered the fraudulently issued guarantee, and my heart tightened. When I stood up, I swayed slightly.
President Xie just smiled at me. Only then did I realize that I had been somewhat extreme in the past. This old man, who indulged in drinking, gambling, and womanizing, was actually quite fair and objective.
I excused myself to run errands and left the company building, my mind still a mess. Hesitantly, I called Xiao Mei and asked her to meet me at a coffee shop.
After I explained the whole story to Xiaomei, her eyes widened, and she angrily questioned me, "Are you crazy or stupid? How could you do such a thing? Did you think about the possibility of something going wrong? You'll be legally responsible if anything happens! Don't you know that?!"
I argued that there wouldn't be any possibility of something going wrong. Xiaomei shook her head and said, "How can there be no possibility of something going wrong with a letter of credit?
What if the other party colludes with He Guocai to defraud you of your guarantee deposit? What if He Guocai gets into trouble? What if the market suddenly changes and prices plummet, and He Guocai does the math and finds it's not worth it, and he doesn't pay? What if the issuing bank has problems? How could you be so foolish?!"
I was filled with regret: "I was really out of my mind at the time. That General Manager Xie was strange too. He wanted to promote me to vice president, but the year-end bonus he gave me was so small. I was furious at the time and had no choice but to leave. I thought, if I went to work for him, and he made me general manager, of course I would share his fate and bear some of his risks..."
"Don't you calculate bonuses based on performance? You did less last year, so of course you got less. Besides, he might not have made up his mind yet, or maybe he was just trying to comfort those two guys who really wanted the job but didn't get it. Aren't your total bonuses fixed? Anything is possible. Anyway, it's all in the past. Now, I'm telling you, wherever you go, you must find a way to withdraw that guarantee. Even if your company finds out, as long as no losses are caused, you won't be legally liable; at most, you'll be considered to have violated company rules."
"But what about He Guocai...?"
"What do you mean by taking on his risk? If something goes wrong, the risk is entirely yours. Can you still control him? The fact that he tricked you into doing this proves he's dishonest. He's utterly unethical!" "
But what about the company? What can I say!"
"Has He Guocai's letter of credit been opened?"
"Not yet. The negotiation terms have only been sent to the other party. If the African side accepts, it will be opened. It should be in the next day or two."
"Is it possible it will be today?"
"Oh... I can't rule out that possibility. For example, this afternoon, he called He Guocai to accept the terms of the negotiation, and then He Guocai immediately sent someone to open..."
"Which African country? What's the time
difference?" "East Africa, it's... exactly four, no, it's..."
"What time is it there now?"
I looked at my watch. "It should be seven o'clock in the morning."
Xiaomei lowered her head and thought for a while, then said resolutely, "You should just admit to the company leaders that you took it upon yourself to apply for a guarantee for a small company to help a friend, and then you realized it was wrong, regretted it, and now you want to withdraw. This matter must be resolved today! Even if you don't get promoted to vice president, even if you get fired, it doesn't matter. I didn't expect you to make a lot of money anyway, just enough to make a living."
I looked at Xiaomei, as if I didn't recognize her. I didn't expect my wife to have this side to her.
"There's one more thing I need to tell you, but I haven't told you yet." As Xiaomei spoke, she suddenly blushed.
"What's wrong?"
"Xie Ming has called and notified the housing bank that he won't sell the house through them. He's decided to give it to us."
"What?! Why? His house is worth at least eight or nine hundred thousand!"
"Because...because...if I get his child, he'll have paid for it and done his best..."
"I see...I see!" I looked at Xiaomei's slender waist and felt a pang of jealousy again.
"I think I might be pregnant last night...Honey, do you hate me?"
On this sunny afternoon, looking at my beautiful, tender, and loving wife, although I was filled with intense jealousy, I couldn't feel any hatred.
"I don't hate you. Of course, I'll raise your child with you. I wonder if Bingbing will have a younger brother or a younger sister."
"I think it's probably a daughter. He's a bit effeminate, maybe a bit too yin."
Xiaomei half-leans on the table, blushing as she looks at me for a while, then tilts her head and says, "If it really is a daughter, she'll be yours in the future. That'll even things out. Okay?"
I'm puzzled and ask, "What do you mean?"
Xiaomei kicks me under the table, "It's not something nice
, I was just joking. If you don't understand, that's fine." Xiaomei and I discuss it for a while, and then Xiaomei calls President Xie and asks him to come out in the afternoon. President Xie hesitates on the phone, asking if it's important. Xiaomei says it's very important and that he absolutely must come out.
President Xie has no choice but to agree.
Half an hour later, President Xie arrives.
"I'm Xu Fang's wife, my name is Mei Xue." Xiaomei doesn't wait for me to introduce her, but extends her hand and shakes President Xie's hand with a smile.
Seeing my ashen face and silent shrank-to-the-side, Mr. Xie was also bewildered. He could only smile and exchange a few pleasantries with Xiao Mei before turning apologetically to her, saying, "I'm sorry, I have a meeting later. Xu Fang also needs to meet with our vice president this afternoon, the time is set for 2 PM. Is it possible that Xu didn't listen to you? If there's anything, just say it, I'll stand up for you." He finished speaking with a smile, then his expression turned serious, his lips pursed.
I noticed that when Xiao Mei smiled sweetly at him, Mr. Xie's eyes involuntarily twitched. These days, perhaps due to her daily affairs and the increased secretion of estrogen, Xiao Mei's skin was increasingly smooth and delicate, making her look only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, not at all out of place compared to Mei Ning.
Xiao Mei turned to me and said, "Xiao Xu, your boss has important business this afternoon. Why don't you call a car for President Xie and wait there? I'll get straight to the point, just five minutes, okay, President Xie?"
With a look of half shyness and half teasing from Xiao Mei, President Xie's face turned red and flushed. I didn't say anything more and quickly ran away.
About half an hour later, Xiaomei called me on her cell phone. "I'm in the restroom right now. President Xie said you should go back and prepare for your meeting with the leader this afternoon. Then contact the bank immediately and find a section chief surnamed Zhang, who's his buddy. If He Guocai's company wants to open a certificate of exchange, tell him not to open it yet, and then you can submit a cancellation notice." "
...So he also wants me to talk to the vice president?"
Xiaomei laughed smugly on the other end of the phone. "With my wife on the case, one is worth two."
"What did you say to him? Isn't he still busy this afternoon? Should I have the car wait?"
"No need... What could be more important than picking up girls? Hehe."
"What? That won't do! He's a lecherous old man! I don't agree!" My mind went blank, and my anger towards him resurfaced, burning like wildfire! In my anger, my voice changed.
"I told you, if you can help us forgive Xiao Xu for this mistake, you'll be our benefactor... We wouldn't even dare to dream of promoting him to vice president. Of course, if you can forgive and forget and give our Xiao Xu another chance, give him more responsibility, we'll never be too much of a reward. Whatever you ask for, just say it, I'll agree to it... Hey, are you angry? You can't stand it when he sleeps with your boss, can you?"
"He's a lecherous old man. I've heard those bastards talking about him. He once slept with a prostitute for ten whole hours. You... you can't stand it!"
After saying this, contrary to my anger and mental reaction, my penis became hard again.
Only one imagined scene flashed through my mind: Mr. Xie, with a wicked, lewd grin, his rough, yellowed fingers trembling as he touched Xiaomei's delicate, firm nipples. Xiaomei, blushing with shyness, writhed beneath him, her smile a seductive allure that even her husband had never experienced, yearning for his violent, sadistic advances…
After dinner, the three of us sat on the sofa watching TV. Xiaomei leaned against me, stretching her feet into Xie Ming's lap, constantly peeling sunflower seeds, giving me a seed here and there, then slipping one to Xie Ming. Xiao Xie took off Xiaomei's socks, gently stroking her smooth, small feet. Sometimes he would run his hand up her calves, and Xiaomei, of course, let him do as he pleased.
After watching two TV dramas, Xiaomei turned to me and said, "In a couple of days, we'll sell this house and move to Xiaoxie's place. His place is bigger, the environment is better, and the lighting is much better than here. What do you think?"
"As for He Guocai, I'll have to give him an explanation sooner or later. Sigh."
Xiaomei leaned on my shoulder, whispered in my ear, "You don't need to worry about it. I'll give him an explanation."
Xiaoxie was curious and tugged at Xiaomei, asking, "Wife, what are you discussing with him? Who is He Guocai?"
"A friend, nothing to do with you. You go back to your room first, I'll go back in a bit."
"What about him?" Xiaoxie asked, pointing at me.
"Him?" Xiaomei rolled her eyes. "He should also greet his pretty little sister-in-law. She's getting married in a couple of days, shouldn't he hurry up?"
I nodded involuntarily. Deep down, I cared more about Meixue now. Even if I had to watch from the sidelines, I wouldn't want to leave her side for a second. That mixed feeling, after yesterday's intoxicating cuckoldry game, could only be described as extreme pain and extreme pleasure.
After Xiaoxie left, Xiaomei said, "Don't mention He Guocai in front of him, understand?"
Then she carefully glanced at the bedroom door before whispering in my ear, "I mean, let him rape me once, and then I'll use that as an excuse, and he won't be able to do anything about it."
"Rape you?"
I looked at Xiaomei and suddenly realized that I had always treated her like a silly, foolish wife. It was ridiculous.
Actually, I was the fool.
(XII) Wife Swapping and Wife Offering
Later that evening, before leaving, I contacted Mei Ning and asked to meet her that night. Mei Ning readily agreed, saying in a dreamy tone, "Tonight marks the seventh anniversary of our meeting." It
was then that I realized that this very night seven years ago was the first time I met the Mei Ning and Mei Xue sisters. Not only did Mei Ning remember this date, but Mei Xue had also commemorated it five times during our six years together.
Mei Ning's voice was intoxicating, brimming with passionate love: "Tonight, I want to tell you my final decision."
When Mei Xue, blushing, embraced Xie Ming and entered the bedroom, gently waving goodbye, I hesitated, opened my mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
Xiaomei stared at me for a moment. From her eyes, I seemed to sense that she, who had always been so attentive, hadn't forgotten the significance of this day despite her recent infatuation. However, it was rather ridiculous that we were reminiscing about our seven-year relationship in this decadent and dissolute atmosphere.
I sat dumbfounded on the sofa, hearing the faint laughter coming from the inner room. I felt in my heart that the edifice of my marriage with Xiaomei was completely crumbling.
Five or six minutes later, the phone rang again. I looked at the number; it was Mei Ning calling.
The bedroom door opened a crack, revealing half of Xie Ming's face: "Brother Xu, Xiao Mei asked me to ask you why you haven't left yet?"
"Hmm, I'm leaving right away."
"Xiao Mei's already naked and waiting for me in bed. She's giving you two minutes; disappear immediately."
"Are you guys in such a hurry to get to the crematorium?"
"Brother Xu, don't linger there. Xiao Mei is my wife now, and this is my home. If you don't leave
, I'm calling the police." Xie Ming joked with me with a smirk. Strangely enough, I don't know why, but I felt a sharp, veiled mockery in his smile, a hidden mockery that stripped me of the last shred of dignity and self-respect—something I simply couldn't bear.
Faced with this man who had repeatedly taken my wife's body, impregnated her, and now occupied my home, I suddenly exploded.
No, it should be said that my brain's nerves tripped.
Five
minutes later, when the nerves in my muscles finally calmed down from their extreme excitement, I covered my still-bleeding forehead with one hand and wiped away the blood that was about to cover my eyes with the other. The scene that greeted me was truly gruesome.
Xie Ming lay on the ground, his face covered in shards of glass, his head swollen like a blood-soaked gourd, tears streaming down his terrified eyes, muttering nervously, "Ugh, fuck the hell, you're going to kill someone again! Fuck the hell, I'm done..."
Half a beer bottle was stuck in his right arm.
Xiao Mei was the first to recover from her extreme shock and got up from the ground. Her cheeks were bruised and swollen from my two slaps, and blood was still oozing from her mouth as she spoke.
"Husband... are you crazy?"
Her eyes were filled with extreme suspicion and uncertainty, like two wounded rabbits, and her movements were timid and hesitant, revealing a deep fear that she couldn't suppress.
"I'm not crazy." I even smiled gently at her.
"You motherfucker, ugh... you stabbed me here, the flesh is showing, ugh..."
Xie Ming still seemed to be in shock. When Xiao Mei tried to crawl over to help him, he pushed her to the ground. "You motherfucker, it's all your fault! You set this up! The house was just transferred to you, and you're already trying to kill me! I quit! I quit!"
His reaction became more and more intense and erratic until I went over and raised my fist to threaten him. Only then did he calm down and slowly regain his composure.
After Xiaomei cleaned his wounds a little, she wanted to come over and clean mine too. I shoved her aside, my heart filled with immense grief and regret. But in that instant, I finally made a decision: "Xiaomei, let's get a divorce."
Xiaomei looked as if she'd been electrocuted, her face turning deathly pale. She trembled and stared at me blankly. "Husband, what are you saying?"
I sighed. "...Fool, it was just a game at first, but you got too carried away."
Xiaomei finally understood. She looked at me for a long time before letting out a scream, a sound like the tearing of a chest: "Oh my god..."
"I'm leaving. We'll finalize the paperwork tomorrow. The house and property will be split in half."
After saying that, I finally released all the pent-up emotions in my heart, completely untangling the darkest knot in my soul. But I felt even emptier inside, utterly listless.
"What about the child? Half the child too? You bastard! You thought marriage was meaningless and wanted some excitement, so you made me cheat on you, you let me enjoy the pleasures of love, and now you complain I'm promiscuous? Were you setting this up? You've been tired of me for a long time, haven't you?... Why do you want a divorce? Haven't I satisfied you enough?
What have you asked me for that I haven't done? Xu Fang, I... I can't live without you! I beg you! I'll agree to anything you want, you can't lie to me like this!" Xiaomei shook me, tears streaming down her face, hugging me tightly, and finally broke down in sobs.
I slowly hugged her back, my heart aching, and tears welled up in my eyes.
"Today marks our seven-year anniversary, why have you forgotten?"
Xiaomei became even more aggrieved, raising her small hand and slapping me hard amidst her wailing: "Honey, I haven't forgotten! I haven't forgotten... I was thinking, isn't today also the seventh anniversary of your meeting with Xiaoning? I've had you all to myself for seven years, and I've always felt guilty for breaking you two up back then. I wanted to let you and Xiaoning rekindle your old flame today... Honey, that's really what I was thinking! You can ask Xie Ming if you don't believe me..."
"She just said that she originally wanted the three of us to celebrate this anniversary together today, with you as the center,"
Xie Ming forced a bitter smile, not continuing the topic. He paused, glanced at Xiaomei in my arms, and said softly, "Xiaomei loves you very much. Xu Fang, if you can't handle this kind of game, then don't play it anymore. Xiaomei hasn't loved you any less because of me. In fact, if it weren't for your encouragement, there wouldn't have been any story between us."
I lowered my head. Xie Ming took the opportunity to wipe away his tears and tidy himself up slightly.
Seeing my expressionless face, he went back to the inner room and, enduring the pain, began packing his things. I followed him into the inner room and watched him finish packing. Xiaomei sat on the sofa in the outer room, sobbing softly, still shaken. There was no further conversation between the three of us. Until he silently left our house, Xiaomei never looked up at him again.
After I saw him out the door, as he hurriedly carried his suitcase and bag, hailing a taxi, I felt a pang of guilt and stammered, "Xiao Xie, I... I was a little out of sorts and hurt you. I'm so sorry."
Xiao Xie turned to look at me, shook his head, and said, "Brother Xu, let's not talk about it. I've read what you wrote about helping your wife have an affair. Living with your lover while your wife is with your wife is simply impossible in real life. Two men and one woman living under one roof is simply impossible."
Then he said some strange things out of the blue: "Traditional marriage is like a scheme..." "A planned economy, seemingly stable, always making the greatest sacrifices for the other, is actually quite vulnerable in today's society with so many external temptations. The more introverted something is, the more fragile it becomes; it can end in an instant. An open marriage, like an open market, is very self-centered and seems dangerous on the surface. However, if you are mentally prepared, the marginal benefit will not decrease over time; on the contrary, it will increase in value due to the exchange."
He shrugged at me, as if our affair wasn't a private or sordid matter, but a social experiment concerning a common problem facing all of humanity.
Back home, Xiaomei had stopped crying and was just staring blankly at an oil painting hanging on the wall. I didn't know what to say when my phone rang again. Xiaomei picked up the phone, looked at the number, and answered without hesitation.
"Sister, I'm giving you my number. From now on, if anything happens, just call me... Your brother-in-law... has changed his ways and is going to be an honest man again." She only managed to say two numbers before falling silent.
It turned out that Mei Ning had hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, my phone rang again. As I reached for it, Mei Xue snatched it away without hesitation.
"Let me tell you, Mei Ning, Xu Fang can't bear to leave me. Forget about it. Look, he's right next to me. I'm putting the phone on the coffee table. If he answers, I'll give it to you. If he doesn't… then stop making trouble for yourself. You're still a girl, don't be shameless!" With that, she slammed the phone down on the glass coffee table, wiped away her tears, and stared at me expressionlessly.
Hearing the almost desperate plea from the phone, my hand twitched slightly.
Mei Xue smiled coldly, picked up the bloodstained beer bottle she had just pulled from Xie Ming's arm, and held it to her own abdomen, waiting for my reaction.
A few minutes later, the phone was disconnected forever.
Mei Xue threw the murder weapon, let out a wail, and threw herself on top of me.
That night, we were as intimate as newlyweds, spending the entire night together.
It wasn't until dawn that Xiaomei asked me what she should do if she were pregnant with Xie Ming's child. I buried my head between her breasts, sucking on the nipple that had finally returned to my mouth like a child, feeling content and therefore behaving with exceptional magnanimity.
"Consider it a commemoration of your past relationship, so stay here."
"Just kill me already! Don't bring up any more 'relationship,' it's embarrassing!"
"Didn't you say you loved him?"
Xiaomei's face hardened. "You're my husband, I only love you, I'll never love anyone else."
"Woman! Right here on this bed, 24 hours ago, weren't you..."
Before I could finish, Xiaomei shoved me aside, pointing at me hysterically. "I'm telling you, don't mention those things again! Everything I did was to satisfy you! As for my feelings for him, they were all fake."
"Xiaomei... I'm sorry, I hurt you. It's all my fault."
"Husband, dear husband, please, don't mention him again."
I bowed my head in apology, recalling what she wrote in her diary. Actually, I didn't even need to read her diary; I could guess with my nose that a married woman willing to have another man's child must have an exceptionally passionate love!
Instinct told me that a significant portion of her love for Xie Ming was genuine and beyond question. The only thing I'm unsure about is whether her return stems from fear of losing her family and husband, or from a burning love for him that can cool down at any time.
Some things are simply incomparable, beyond measure and comparison. For example, her love for Xie Ming, even if it was just a brief peak before fading away forever, did it, at its highest point, surpass the peak of her love for me throughout all her lives?
Actually, I'm reluctant to consider these things. In the act of wife-swapping, this aspect can be completely ignored, because you can treat it as a fantasy, a kind of spice.
True feelings can only be truly felt by the person involved. In the turmoil and helplessness of the heart, how much is a raging torrent, how much is a gentle undercurrent, how much is a fleeting illusion, how much is a deep, visceral connection? The truth, for the sake of loved ones and for the sake of human relationships, can never be expressed, never.
The next morning, we got up, dressed, washed, got ready, said goodbye, left, took a taxi, and went to work, following the established routine, beginning our lives in a way that was so normal it required no thought.
I went to He Guocai's company first. Based on the approach Xiaomei and I had discussed the night before, I told He Guocai that I would soon complete my resignation procedures. I had developed Raul's previous job, and we had a good relationship, so it was best for me to manage it. I had already contacted Raul once the night before, and he said there were two points in the negotiated terms that he couldn't decide on and needed to consult his boss again.
He Guocai was a little impatient, saying, "Why is this old black guy so fickle? There have been several rounds of back and forth already. We'll pay for the inspection fees, why isn't that enough?" I told him that the local SGS company had withdrawn, and another inspection company had just moved in, so they couldn't start working immediately.
Therefore, I suggested we wait a little longer, because as a small company doing business with them for the first time, having an inspection company would be more reliable. Then he urged me to quit my job quickly, saying he had a lot of work to hand over to me.
I fled his office as if I were escaping.
After arriving at work, Mr. Xie called me into his office.
My ingratiating smile was mercilessly extinguished by his icy coldness. He angrily threw a piece of paper at me: "Your wife told me you were just helping a casual friend in business! Turns out you're a...traitor who betrays his own side! A thief within the family!! How could I have recommended you for vice president! I was fucking blind!"
When I saw the forged letter of commitment I had made, stating that the guarantor was Beijing Shuiyangyang Aquatic Products Company and Tanzania Latus Marine Goods Trading Company (Raul's company) for an import trade letter of credit guarantee, my blood almost froze. If only
there were a crack in the ground, if only there were a pill to undo my mistakes, if only there were a fig leaf...
"Tell me, what should we do about this!"
He was furious, circling me, his eyes like a noose, tightening around me, growing brighter and brighter.
"I'm going to report you right now. At worst, I misjudged someone, and I'll just get a scolding from the company leaders. But you? I'll fucking destroy you! You little brat, your pubic hair hasn't even fully grown in yet, and you're already trying to get cocky? Trying to mess with me? Go fuck your mother's cunt!"
He got angrier and angrier, and finally grabbed me, trying to pull me out: "Let's go, to the head office right now. I'm not ashamed of you, I'm going to sue you for dereliction of duty. You've clearly forged business documents, and I'll put you in jail for two years!"
"President Xie, please let me go, I was wrong."
"Let you go? Who do you think you are?! You even tried to get your wife to sell herself to me, drugged me, you think I'd fall for your childish tricks! What kind of cunt haven't I played with!"
"From now on, I'm your dog, you can make me do whatever you want." My knees buckled, and I actually sat down on the ground. To be honest, I even wanted to kneel down to him then and there.
"Hmph!" He kicked me lightly, "Still trying to act all high and mighty with me?! You think you're so talented?! You're so arrogant! Keep bragging to me! Keep having your wife seduce me!" His anger vanished as he cursed, changing in an instant. By the last sentence, a mischievous, almost ingratiating smile had appeared on his face.
"Damn it, I've never seen a piece of trash like you. Sit down." He gestured to the sofa beside him.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie." I had abandoned my last shred of pride and dignity, and a fawning smile eagerly appeared on my face. At the same time, deep in my heart, I let out a final sigh. It turns out, a fawning smile isn't so hard to fake. "Do
you still want to be the vice president?" The old man looked at me with a half-smile.
"Yes." When a person sells and pawns their dignity, everything left is available for sale.
"...Should I have your wife accompany me on a business trip for a few days?"
"...Okay."
"I didn't realize, Xiao Xu, you're so much like me now, you know?"
"Not enough, you're even better."
"Ah, good, having a capable assistant is more gratifying than anything. What I said earlier, hehe, was just a joke. Xiao Xu, don't mind her. Your wife is a nice person, very charming. I've never seen a woman so intelligent and beautiful combined. But I won't go that far, seducing my subordinate's wife, that's unacceptable, don't worry. However, yesterday afternoon, I really...hehe, Xiao Xu, I was just saying, you won't be jealous, will you? Xiao Xu, our company is about to undergo restructuring. In a few months, management will take a stake, and this company might be mine. Of course, before that, we'll need to streamline things again. Xiao Xu, as long as you're sincere with me and don't play those games with me anymore, I won't treat you unfairly."
I said... Cursing the slippery, despicable old dog inwardly, I smiled obsequiously and took over the conversation, whispering, "President Xie, from now on, I'm your man. As long as you respect me, I'll tell you the truth, and I'll do whatever you ask. I'm glad you think highly of Xiaomei."
He looked at me incredulously, paused for a moment, and in his excitement, his head jerked so badly that his glasses almost fell off. He blushed, quickly adjusted his glasses, puffed out his cheeks, and whispered to me, "Okay. Let me tell you the truth now. There are five vice presidents in the company. Based on democratic evaluation as a supplement, and my suggestion as the main one, two vice presidents will remain. According to the current plan, each of you vice presidents can invest 500,000 yuan. If you don't have enough money, I'll lend it to you. Do a good job."
"Thank you, Mr. Xie, thank you so much."
"We're brothers, no doubt about it." He chuckled again. "Also, is the boss of that Shuiyangyang company surnamed He?"
"Yes, he lives across the street from me."
"Damn it, no wonder! That bastard, I know him. Tell him to come see me. Before the restructuring, I'll do a couple of favors with him, otherwise we could get a million in cash." "
And after the restructuring?"
"We'll talk about it later. It's not hard to negotiate with our company, is it?! Let Old He do the distribution for us, he has some connections, but we'll have to handle the upstream ourselves."
On the way home, I suddenly noticed a small, grayish-white flying insect on the taxi's windshield, flitting around, dizzy and bumping into the glass again and again, one of its wings almost falling off.
At the red light, the driver raised his hand and killed the poor insect. No! My heart let out a helpless cry.
Working with He Guocai, I could at least be a general manager, at least I was a decent human being. Partnering with that old rogue Xie Feng, not only did I have to treat myself like a dog, but I also had to awkwardly offer Xiaomei to him for his abuse. How the hell have I become like this!
Moreover, I seem to have a premonition that wife-swapping for sexual gratification and the impending forced offering of a wife are two completely different experiences.
If the former is an extremely spicy condiment, making one's blood boil, the latter is like arsenic in food, freezing one's blood.
Halfway there, Mei Ning called me. She told me that she had promised Lin Peter that after the Spring Festival, they would hold their wedding in Beijing and then leave together. Lin decided to start a company in Shanghai, so she had to leave Beijing.
Then she asked me resentfully why I hadn't come to see her yesterday. In a state of despair, I said nothing and hung up the phone. This abnormal life of mine can't have any more roles added to it.
Four or five days later, it was almost the Spring Festival. When I told He Guocai that President Xie wanted to meet him, He Guocai, being very experienced, didn't show any obvious surprise. He simply asked if I still wanted to resign and work for him. I blushed and shook my head. He then asked if our boss knew about the guarantee deposit, and I nodded again.
He stared at me, and in my embarrassment, I confessed, "Old He, I'm sorry, I lied to you. Actually, I haven't contacted Raul again. I really can't help you with the guarantee deposit. President Xie is quite interested in you; you should contact him." He
Guocai didn't speak, continuing to stare at me like I was a stranger. Suddenly, I no longer felt guilty; I didn't owe him anything. I turned and walked away, when I suddenly heard a voice behind me say, "I'm sorry." I took a few more steps, turned back, and saw He Guocai staggering in the opposite direction, also walking away. Two days
later, when I got home from work, I found that Xiaomei had already returned.
She hid in the inner room, locked the door, but left a letter on the table. I unfolded it and read only a few lines. Xiaomei told me she was pregnant with Xie Ming's child and asked me what to do. No matter what, she would listen to me.
I knocked gently on the door. After a while, Xiaomei unlocked it, leaving a crack, and then, like a startled animal, immediately ran away and hid behind the open wardrobe door in the inner bedroom. I slowly approached her and saw that she was holding a red headscarf, tightly covering her face.
I wanted to pull the headscarf off to see her face, but Xiaomei held it tightly with both hands, struggling to resist. In the struggle, I suddenly heard a sob in her breath.
My heart warmed, and I hugged my poor, lovely wife tightly.
Xiaomei slowly loosened the headscarf, and amidst the vibrant red, there was the face of the adulterous young woman, as beautiful as a peach blossom, overflowing with lust. Because of shame and her past promiscuity, she couldn't look me in the eye. She could only smile shyly at me through the half-covered headscarf, her eyes glistening with tears, her small mouth timidly half-open. In her nervousness, her nostrils twitched slightly, waiting for my outburst or forgiveness.
At that moment, she regarded me as her God, someone who could redeem her impurity. I stared intently at the beautiful Xiaomei.
I held Xiaomei close, unable to contain my excitement, and said to her, "Take off your clothes, I want to do you right now."
Xiaomei's eyes widened, completely taken aback by my reaction. She took a slight step back and asked, "Now?"
"Yes, now. Take off your clothes."
Xiaomei was indeed very clever; she immediately guessed the reason for my excitement. She blushed and pointed at me with her little finger, softly saying, "Pah, you're so lewd..."
"You're pregnant with someone else's child, and you still call me lewd? Tell me, you must tell me later, what did you feel when he ejaculated inside you?"
Xiaomei was completely absorbed, letting me remove her outer clothes and underwear, only murmuring, "It felt so good, when he ejaculated inside me, I felt so good..."
I whispered in her ear, commanding her, "Now treat me like Xie Ming."
Xiaomei was still a little nervous; she looked at me suspiciously, "You still want to experience it?"
"Yes, isn't he your husband in bed? Tell Xie Ming, is your husband not home right now?"
"...Oh...right, he, he's not home, please don't...if my husband finds out I'm having sex with another man again, he'll really kill me...Honey, can we not play this game? I'm a little nervous." Xiaomei pinched my nose and pleaded sweetly.
"It's okay. Xiaomei, I like it when you have sex with other men, when you get pregnant with his child, I...I can't even describe how excited I am. Xiaomei, when we make love later, you not only have to treat me like Xie Ming, but you also have to humiliate me as much as possible." I was also very embarrassed when I said these words, so I could only whisper in her ear, not letting her see my eyes.
"Who? Humiliate who?" Xiaomei frowned, even more nervous.
"Humiliate me, Xu Fang."
"...Honey, you're so perverted."
"I am perverted, but this society is even more perverted. Come on..." As I spoke, I took off my own clothes.
Just as I was about to hug Xiaomei, she suddenly pushed me away with obvious annoyance, covering her chest and saying seriously, "No, really no. Don't mention Xie Ming anymore. Just mentioning him makes me feel so annoyed."
I stood there, stunned, my face showing some displeasure.
"How about... I say a name, and you won't be upset... how about mentioning your CEO, Mr. Xie?"
I stood there, staring straight at Xiaomei, wondering why she brought up this person.
"Why do you want to mention him?"
"...You know, that afternoon, didn't I beg him not to hold your mistake against you? At that time, I...
I was sitting very close to him, my... my legs were against his legs, and he even hugged me for a while. His eyes were always looking at my chest, and his hand even touched my nipple, and I let him do it."
"Which nipple did he touch?" I asked in a hoarse voice.
"The one on the left."
"What does it feel like? Don't you hate him?"
"It's tingling. For you, I had to put myself aside. Actually, I really hate him. I feel like this person is so dirty and disgusting."
"Since you don't like him, can you enter this fictional scenario later and be molested and abused by him?"
After saying this, Xiaomei and I were both a little excited.
Xiaomei lowered her eyelashes, her face flushed, and whispered, "Yes."
"Why?"
"I can't explain it," Xiaomei's voice was even lower, like a mosquito buzzing, "I imagine myself all clean, while he's dirty, has bad breath, and armpit odor, and he's wearing a wig. Every night, every part of me is tainted by this pervert." Xiaomei chuckled as she spoke, opened her eyes, looked at me, and seemed particularly embarrassed, but continued, "He's keeping me, taking me on trips everywhere, making me his maid in his house, satisfying his lust at any time, letting him play with me anytime, anywhere. And, while he's playing with me, he'll call you and ask you to come over."
My penis was rock hard, and at that moment, Xiaomei moved alluringly onto my body, her smooth, warm flesh entwining with mine.
"He asked you to come over to pick up some documents. I begged him not to let you see me being played with so intensely, to the point of ecstasy. He covered me with a brocade quilt, leaving only my head and legs exposed. I pretended...pretended to give him a massage. His big cock was inside me...I had no strength left, so I had to ask you to...help me. You held me through the quilt, repeatedly moving up and down. My voice was distorted. He...ah, he's fucking me so good, so deep, um...ah, husband, put it in..."
"Call me Mr. Xie."
"Mr. Xie, put it in, I want to give you my body. My body is clean, you can do whatever you want with it." "
...Oh, Mr. Xie, you're so amazing...you touched my sensitive spot so quickly...my body is completely weak..."
"Xiaomei, I, I'm your husband Xu Fang. Are you at Mr. Xie's house now?"
"Yes, that's right, I'm at his house."
"What are you doing?"
"Didn't you... reach an agreement with him to let me serve him for a while? I... I'm serving President Xie right now."
"How are you serving him? In bed or out of bed?"
"Of course... of course... in bed..."
"Is President Xie being served well?"
"Very well... oh... President Xie asked me to tell you that your wife's private parts are still very tender..."
"How does he know your private parts are so tender?"
"He, he's enjoying every piece of flesh there right now... ah... so wet and tender flesh..."
"Xiaomei, can you really live with him for a year for me?"
"Hmm... of course... whoever possesses me at night is my master, I... agree..."
I stopped what I was doing, held her face, and asked again, "I mean, really, for a while?"
Xiaomei paused, then shook her head. "Really? That won't do. He's so old, looks so dirty, I don't like him. Besides, what about you?"
After a while, she shook her head firmly again. "Honey, I'm pregnant with Xie Ming's child. Aren't you excited? If you give me to that guy, Mr. Xie, he'll definitely ruin me. Besides, didn't you always hate him? If he takes me and ejaculates inside me, you'll be furious." "There's no way around it.
I'm already in his hands. He got my forged guarantee. If I go along with him, nothing will happen. But if I don't, this guy will..." I didn't dare to think any further and couldn't help but shudder. Two
days later, Mr. Xie told me that he wanted to take me on a business trip to Shenzhen, possibly the day after tomorrow. We might have to spend the entire Spring Festival away from home.
I asked him what it was about, and Mr. Xie just smiled and said, "It's really not good to separate you young people during the Spring Festival. How about this, you bring your wife along too. There's more to do there than in Beijing. We can have a happy and peaceful Spring Festival together in Shenzhen."
After returning home, I told Xiaomei about it. Xiaomei was still a little aggrieved and awkwardly went into the inner room.
A while later, when I went in to check on her, I found her eyes were red.
"Honey, if I lose my virginity to him this time, you can't blame me, scold me, or hit me again."
"Xiaomei, I'm sorry to have to put you through this."
"Honey, I actually really hate him... Can't you not agree to him... I hate him so much..."
"How about we practice some more tonight?" I hugged Xiaomei and asked in a low voice.
Xiaomei's face flushed red, and she shook off my hand and tried to run away, "No, no."
"Last time, didn't you... call out Mr. Xie's name and reach orgasm?"
"So embarrassing! Um, I don't want to!"
"You're carrying someone else's child, what's there to be so reluctant about? Just spend some more time with him."
"I hate him, he's threatening us. How can we have equal sex in this situation? Honey, wake up. He's a lecherous old man!" Xiaomei grabbed my head and shook it vigorously, saying.
I sighed inwardly, not responding to the topic, but instead feigning a lewd grin, saying to her, "You say you hate him now, but let's see if you still hate him the night after tomorrow. It's said that the women he's been with all willingly stay with him for a long time. Didn't I tell you last time that he once played with a young woman for ten hours straight? A beautiful young woman like you, he'd play with for at least five or six hours, leaving you utterly defeated and crying for your mother."
"Then I hate him even more! He has no respect for women at all. Won't he kill someone with that much time? I don't want that, honey! I don't like him!"
Despite saying this, that night, when I made love to Xiaomei again, I forced her to treat me like President Xie. Unexpectedly, Xiaomei's orgasm was even more intense and exhilarating.
Afterwards, Xiaomei couldn't refuse anymore, but judging from her feelings, she still felt very annoyed with President Xie.
In her diary, Xiaomei confided in me like this: she knew she would definitely be subdued by President Xie in Shenzhen and become his plaything, but that didn't mean she was willing to have sex with him. The thought of what would happen in Shenzhen filled her with fear and disgust, and her hatred for President Xie deepened.
(Thirteen) The Ending
Later that evening, before leaving, I contacted Mei Ning and asked to meet her that night. Mei Ning readily agreed and said in a dreamy tone, "Tonight marks the seventh anniversary of our meeting." Only
then did I realize that this very night seven years ago was the first time I met the Mei Ning and Mei Xue sisters. Not only did Mei Ning remember this date, but Mei Xue had also commemorated it five times during our six years together.
Hearing Mei Ning's voice, so intoxicated and brimming with passionate love, I thought, "Tonight, I'm going to tell you my final decision."
When Mei Xue, blushing, embraced Xie Ming and walked into the bedroom, gently waving goodbye, I hesitated, opened my mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
Xiao Mei stared at me for a moment. From her eyes, I seemed to sense that she, who had always been so attentive, hadn't forgotten the significance of this day despite her recent infatuation. However, in this decadent and dissolute atmosphere, reminiscing about our seven-year relationship felt rather ridiculous.
I sat dumbfounded on the sofa, hearing the faint laughter coming from the inner room, feeling in my heart that my marriage with Xiao Mei was completely crumbling.
Five or six minutes later, the phone rang again. I looked at the number; it was Mei Ning calling.
The bedroom door opened a crack, revealing half of Xie Ming's face: "Brother Xu, Xiao Mei asked me to ask you why you haven't left yet?"
"Hmm, I'm leaving right away."
"Xiao Mei's already naked and waiting for me in bed. She's giving you two minutes; disappear immediately."
"Are you guys in such a hurry to get to the crematorium?"
"Brother Xu, don't linger there. Xiao Mei is my wife now, and this is my home. If you don't leave
, I'm calling the police." Xie Ming joked with me with a smirk. Strangely enough, I don't know why, but I felt a sharp, veiled mockery in his smile, a hidden mockery that stripped me of the last shred of dignity and self-respect—something I simply couldn't bear.
Faced with this man who had repeatedly taken my wife's body, impregnated her, and now occupied my home, I suddenly exploded.
No, it should be said that my brain's nerves tripped.
Five
minutes later, when the nerves in my muscles finally calmed down from their extreme excitement, I covered my still-bleeding forehead with one hand and wiped away the blood that was about to cover my eyes with the other. The scene that greeted me was truly gruesome.
Xie Ming lay on the ground, his face covered in shards of glass, his head swollen like a blood-soaked gourd, tears streaming down his terrified eyes, muttering nervously, "Ugh, fuck the hell, you're going to kill someone again! Fuck the hell, I'm done..."
Half a beer bottle was stuck in his right arm.
Xiao Mei was the first to recover from her extreme shock and got up from the ground. Her cheeks were bruised and swollen from my two slaps, and blood was still oozing from her mouth as she spoke.
"Husband... are you crazy?"
Her eyes were filled with extreme suspicion and uncertainty, like two wounded rabbits, and her movements were timid and hesitant, revealing a deep fear that she couldn't suppress.
"I'm not crazy." I even smiled gently at her.
"You motherfucker, ugh... you stabbed me here, the flesh is showing, ugh..."
Xie Ming still seemed to be in shock. When Xiao Mei tried to crawl over to help him, he shoved her to the ground. "You motherfucker, it's all your fault! You set this up! The house was just transferred to you, and you're already trying to kill me! I quit! I quit!"
His reaction became increasingly violent and erratic until I went over and threatened him with my fist. Only then did he calm down and slowly regain his composure.
After Xiao Mei cleaned his wounds a little, she wanted to come over and clean mine too. I shoved her aside. Although I was filled with immense grief and regret, in that instant, I finally made a decision: "Xiao Mei, let's get a divorce."
Xiaomei looked as if she'd been electrocuted, her face turning deathly pale. She trembled, staring blankly at me. "Husband, what are you saying?"
I sighed. "...Silly girl, it was just a game at first, but you got too caught up in it."
Xiaomei finally understood. She looked at me for a long time, then let out a scream, a sound like the cracking of a chest: "Oh my god..."
"I'm leaving. We'll finalize the paperwork tomorrow. The house and property will be split 50/50."
Saying this, I finally released all the pent-up frustration in my heart, completely untangling the darkest knot in my soul. But inside, I felt even emptier, utterly listless.
"What about the child? Half the child too? You bastard! You thought marriage was meaningless and wanted some excitement, so you made me cheat on you, you let me enjoy the pleasures of love, and now you complain I'm promiscuous. Did you set this up? You've been tired of me for a long time, haven't you?... Why do you want a divorce? Haven't I satisfied you enough?
What have you asked me for that I haven't done? Xu Fang, I... I can't live without you! I beg you! I'll agree to anything you ask, you can't lie to me like this!" Xiaomei shook me, tears streaming down her face, hugging me tightly, and finally broke down in sobs.
I slowly embraced her, my heart aching, and tears welled up in my eyes as well.
"Today marks our seventh anniversary, why did you forget?"
Xiaomei became even more aggrieved, raising her small hand and slapping me hard amidst her wailing. "Honey, I didn't forget, I didn't forget... I was thinking, isn't today also the seventh anniversary of your and Xiaoning's meeting? I've had you all to myself for seven years, breaking you two up back then, and I've always felt guilty about it. I wanted to let you and Xiaoning rekindle your old flame today... Honey, that's really what I was thinking! You can ask Xie Ming if you don't believe me..."
"She just said that she originally wanted the three of us to celebrate this anniversary together today, with you as the center,"
Xie Ming forced a bitter smile, not continuing the topic. He paused, glanced at Xiaomei in my arms, and said softly, "Xiaomei loves you very much. Xu Fang, if you can't handle this kind of game, then don't play it anymore. Xiaomei hasn't loved you any less because of me. In fact, if it weren't for your encouragement, there wouldn't have been any story between us."
I lowered my head. Xie Ming took the opportunity to wipe away his tears and tidy himself up slightly.
Seeing my expressionless face, he went back to the inner room and, enduring the pain, began packing his things. I followed him into the inner room and watched him finish packing. Xiaomei sat on the sofa in the outer room, sobbing softly, still shaken. There was no further conversation between the three of us. Until he silently left our house, Xiaomei never looked up at him again.
After I saw him out the door, as he hurriedly carried his suitcase and bag, hailing a taxi, I felt completely lost and stammered, "Xiao Xie, I... I hurt you, I'm so sorry."
Xiao Xie turned to look at me, shook his head, and said, "Brother Xu, let's not talk about it. I've read what you wrote about helping your wife have an affair. Living with your lover while your wife is with your wife is simply impossible in real life. Two men and one woman living under one roof is simply impossible."
Then he said some strange things out of the blue: "Traditional marriage is like a planned economy..." On the surface, everything seems stable; always making the greatest sacrifices for the other person. But in today's society, there are too many external temptations. The more introverted something is, the more fragile it becomes; it can end in an instant. An open marriage is like an open market; it's very self-centered and seems dangerous on the surface. However, if you're mentally prepared, the marginal benefit won't decrease over time; instead, it will increase in value due to the exchange.
He shrugged at me, as if our affair wasn't something private or sordid, but a social experiment addressing a common problem facing all of humanity.
Back home, Xiaomei had stopped crying and was just staring blankly at an oil painting on the wall. I didn't know what to say when my phone rang again. Xiaomei picked it up, looked at the number, and answered without hesitation.
"Sister, I'm giving you my number. Call me if anything happens... Your brother-in-law... has changed his ways and is going to be an honest man again." She only managed to say two numbers before falling silent.
It turned out that Mei Ning had hung up.
A few minutes later, my phone rang again. As I reached for it, Mei Xue snatched it away without hesitation.
"Let me tell you, Mei Ning, Xu Fang can't bear to leave me. Forget about it. Look, he's right next to me. I'm putting the phone on the coffee table. If he answers, I'll give it to you. If he doesn't… then stop making trouble for yourself. You're still a girl, don't be shameless!" With that, she slammed the phone down on the glass coffee table, wiped away her tears, and stared at me expressionlessly.
Hearing the almost desperate plea from the phone, my hand twitched slightly.
Mei Xue smiled coldly, picked up the bloodstained beer bottle she'd just pulled from Xie Ming's arm, and held it to her own stomach, waiting for my reaction.
A few minutes later, the phone was disconnected forever.
Mei Xue threw the weapon at me, let out a wail, and threw herself on top of me.
That night, we were like newlyweds, spending the night in passionate embrace.
It wasn't until dawn that Xiaomei asked me what she should do if she got pregnant with Xie Ming's child. I buried my head between her breasts and suckled at the nipple that had finally returned to my mouth like a child, feeling completely content.
"If it's fate between you two, then stay."
"Just kill me! Don't talk about fate anymore, it's embarrassing!"
"Didn't you say you loved him?"
Xiaomei said sternly, "You're my husband, I only love you, I'll never love anyone else."
"Woman! Right here on this bed, if we go back 24 hours, aren't you..."
Before I could finish, Xiaomei suddenly pushed me aside, pointing at me hysterically, "Let me tell you, don't mention those things again! Everything I did was to satisfy you! As for my feelings for him, they were all fake."
"Xiaomei..."
"Husband, good husband, please, don't mention him anymore."
I tightly hugged her no longer pure body, recalling what she wrote in her diary. Actually, I didn't even need to read her diary; I could guess with my nose that a married woman willing to have another man's child must have an exceptionally passionate love!
Instinct told me that a considerable part of her love for Xie Ming was real and beyond question. The only thing I'm unsure about is whether her return stems from fear of losing her family and husband, or from a burning love for him that can cool down at any time. Or perhaps neither!
Some things are simply incomparable, impossible to measure or compare. For example, her love for Xie Ming, even if it was just a brief peak before fading away forever, did it, at its highest point, surpass the peak of her love for me throughout all her lives?
Actually, I'm reluctant to consider these things. In the act of wife-swapping, this aspect can be completely ignored, because you can treat it as a fantasy, a kind of spice for the soul.
True feelings can only be truly felt by the person involved. In the turmoil and helplessness of the heart, how much is a raging torrent, how much is a gentle undercurrent, how much is a fleeting illusion, how much is a deep, visceral connection? The truth, for the sake of loved ones and for the sake of human relationships, can never be expressed, never.
The matter itself is over, but will the feelings it brought us also vanish like smoke? No, never. The fleeting thrill and enjoyment are the most tempting, but as life eventually returns to normalcy, estrangement will sprout like seeds! I truly regret my decision back then. It not only destroyed a happy marriage, but also forced Xiaomei and me, this once loving couple, to separate. And the culprit behind all of this is ourselves!
I lovingly hugged Xiaomei's slightly trembling body and sighed. I knew she had already considered all of this; fate had destined us to separate!
"Xiaomei... I love you."
"Waaah..." Xiaomei cried, hugging me even tighter. "Husband... I love you too."
We stayed like that until dawn.
The next morning, we got up, dressed, washed, got ready, said goodbye, left, took a taxi, went to work, following the established routine, beginning our lives, so normal that we could continue without even thinking. But we both knew that our life trajectories might be completely diverging.
I went to He Guocai's company first. Based on the strategy I'd devised the night before, I told He Guocai that I'd be completing my resignation procedures soon. I explained that Raul was someone I'd developed, and we had a good relationship; it was best for me to manage him. I'd already contacted Raul the night before, and he said there were two points in the negotiation he couldn't decide on, requiring further consultation with his boss.
He Guocai was impatient, saying, "Why is this old black guy so fickle? We've gone back and forth several times already. We'll cover the inspection fees, why isn't that enough?" I told him that the local SGS company had withdrawn, and another inspection company had just moved in, so they couldn't start work immediately.
Therefore, I suggested waiting a bit longer, as we were a small company working with them for the first time, and having an inspection company would be more reliable. Then he urged me to resign quickly, as he had a lot of work to hand over to me.
I practically fled his office.
When I got to work, General Manager Xie called me to his office.
My ingratiating smile was mercilessly crushed by his icy coldness. He angrily threw a piece of paper at me: "Your wife told me you were just helping out a casual friend in business! Turns out you're a...traitor who betrays his own side! A thief within the family!! How could I have recommended you for vice president! I was fucking blind!"
When I saw the forged letter of commitment I'd created, listing Beijing Shuiyangyang Aquatic Products Company and Tanzania Latus Marine Goods Trading Company (Raul's company) as the guarantors for an import trade letter of credit guarantee, my blood almost froze.
If only there were a crack in the ground, if only there were a pill to undo my mistakes, if only there were a fig leaf...
"Tell me, what should we do about this!"
He was furious, circling me, his eyes like a noose, tightening around me, growing brighter and brighter.
"I'm going to report you right now. At worst, I misjudged someone, and I'll just get a scolding from the company leaders. But you? I'll fucking destroy you! You little brat, your pubic hair hasn't even fully grown in yet, and you're already trying to get cocky? Trying to mess with me? Go fuck your mother's cunt!"
He got angrier and angrier, and finally grabbed me, trying to pull me out: "Let's go, to the head office right now. I'm not ashamed of you, I'm going to sue you for dereliction of duty. You've clearly forged business documents, and I'll put you in jail for two years!"
"President Xie, please let me go, I was wrong."
"Let you go? Who do you think you are?! You even tried to get your wife to sell herself to me, drugged me, you think I'd fall for your childish tricks! What kind of cunt haven't I played with!"
"From now on, I'm your dog, you can make me do whatever you want." My knees buckled, and I actually sat down on the ground. To be honest, I even wanted to kneel down to him then and there.
"Hmph!" He kicked me lightly, "Still trying to act all high and mighty with me?! You think you're so talented?! You're so arrogant! Keep bragging to me! Keep having your wife seduce me!" His anger vanished as he cursed, changing in an instant. By the last sentence, a mischievous, almost ingratiating smile had appeared on his face.
"Damn it, I've never seen a piece of trash like you. Sit down." He gestured to the sofa beside him.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie." I had abandoned my last shred of pride and dignity, and a fawning smile eagerly appeared on my face. At the same time, deep in my heart, I let out a final sigh. It turns out, a fawning smile isn't so hard to fake. "Do
you still want to be the vice president?" The old man looked at me with a half-smile.
"Yes." When a person sells and pawns their dignity, everything left is available for sale.
"...Should I have your wife accompany me on a business trip for a few days?"
"...Okay."
"I didn't realize, Xiao Xu, you're so much like me now, you know?"
"Not enough, you're even better."
"Ah, good, having a capable assistant is more gratifying than anything. What I said earlier, hehe, was just a joke. Xiao Xu, don't mind her. Your wife is a nice person, very charming. I've never seen a woman so intelligent and beautiful combined. But I won't go that far, seducing my subordinate's wife, that's unacceptable, don't worry. However, yesterday afternoon, I really...hehe, Xiao Xu, I was just saying, you won't be jealous, will you? Xiao Xu, our company is about to undergo restructuring. In a few months, management will take a stake, and this company might be mine. Of course, before that, we'll need to streamline things again. Xiao Xu, as long as you're sincere with me and don't play those games with me anymore, I won't treat you unfairly."
I said... Cursing the slippery, despicable old dog inwardly, I smiled obsequiously and took over the conversation, whispering, "President Xie, from now on, I'm your man. As long as you respect me, I'll tell you the truth, and I'll do whatever you ask. I'm glad you think highly of Xiaomei."
He looked at me incredulously, paused for a moment, and in his excitement, his head jerked so badly that his glasses almost fell off. He blushed, quickly adjusted his glasses, puffed out his cheeks, and whispered to me, "Okay. Let me tell you the truth now. There are five vice presidents in the company. Based on democratic evaluation as a supplement, and my suggestion as the main one, two vice presidents will remain. According to the current plan, each of you vice presidents can invest 500,000 yuan. If you don't have enough money, I'll lend it to you. Do a good job."
"Thank you, Mr. Xie, thank you so much."
"We're brothers, no doubt about it." He chuckled again. "Also, is the boss of that Shuiyangyang company surnamed He?"
"Yes, he lives across the street from me."
"Damn it, no wonder! That bastard, I know him. Tell him to come see me. Before the restructuring, I'll do a couple of favors with him, otherwise we could get a million in cash." "
And after the restructuring?"
"We'll talk about it later. It's not hard to negotiate with our company, is it?! Let Old He do the distribution for us, he has some connections, but we'll have to handle the upstream ourselves."
On the way home, I suddenly noticed a small, grayish-white flying insect on the taxi's windshield, flitting around, dizzy and bumping into the glass again and again, one of its wings almost falling off.
At the red light, the driver raised his hand and killed the poor insect. No! My heart let out a helpless cry.
By cooperating with He Guocai, I could still be a general manager and still have some semblance of humanity. But by partnering with that old rogue Xie Feng, I not only have to be treated like a dog, but I also have to awkwardly offer Xiaomei up for him to abuse. How the hell have I ended up like this?!
After this incident, I realized one thing—fate is in my own hands. How should I deal with Xie Feng, that old rogue?
On the way, Mei Ning called me. She told me she had promised Lin Peter that after the Spring Festival, they would hold their wedding in Beijing and then leave together. Lin decided to start a company in Shanghai, so she had to leave Beijing.
Then she asked me resentfully why I hadn't come to her place yesterday. In a state of despair, I said nothing and hung up. Although we had considered divorce, what could we do? Sigh! Forget it…
Four or five days later, it was almost the Spring Festival. I told He Guocai that President Xie wanted to see him. He Guocai was very experienced and didn't show any obvious surprise. He just asked if I still wanted to resign and work for him. I shook my head, blushing. He then asked if our boss knew about the guarantee deposit. I nodded again.
He stared at me, and in my embarrassment, I confessed, "Old He, I'm sorry, I lied to you. Actually, I haven't contacted Raul again. I really can't help you with the guarantee. President Xie is quite interested in you; you should contact him."
He Guocai didn't speak, continuing to stare at me like I was a stranger. Suddenly, I no longer felt guilty; in truth, I didn't owe him anything. I turned and walked away, when I suddenly heard a voice behind me say, "I'm sorry." I took a few more steps, turned back, and saw He Guocai staggering in the opposite direction, also walking away. Two
days later, when I got home from work, I found that Xiaomei had already returned.
She was hiding in the inner room, the door locked, but she had left a letter on the table. I unfolded it and read only a few lines. Xiaomei told me she was pregnant with Xie Ming's child and asked me what to do. No matter what, she would listen to me.
"Ha, asking me what to do." A wave of bitterness washed over me. Although I had already considered divorce, I still couldn't accept it. I gently knocked on the door. After a while, Xiaomei turned the lock, leaving a crack, and then, like a frightened little animal, immediately ran away and hid behind the open wardrobe door in the inner bedroom. I slowly approached her and saw that she was holding a red headscarf, tightly covering her face.
I wanted to pull the headscarf off to see her face, but Xiaomei held on tightly with both hands, struggling to resist. In the struggle, I suddenly heard a sob in her breath.
My heart warmed, and I hugged the pitiful and lovely Xiaomei tightly.
Xiaomei slowly loosened her headscarf, revealing a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, overflowing with desire, amidst the vibrant red of the scarf. Shame and her past promiscuity prevented her from meeting my gaze. She could only smile shyly through her tear-filled eyes, her small mouth slightly parted, her nostrils twitching nervously, awaiting my outburst or forgiveness.
In that moment, she saw me as her God, someone who could redeem her impurity. I stared intently at the beautiful Xiaomei.
Perhaps Xiaomei wanted me to find my right to be a husband one last time, but how could I bear to see her lose another relationship, perhaps one equally important in her life, for it? If I loved her, I should let her go!
I embraced Xiaomei and began discussing with her how to deal with that old scoundrel Xie Feng. Ultimately, we decided to lure this old bastard into our trap!
Postscript: The old bastard finally fell into our trap and was arrested for attempted rape. I started preparing for my own company. During this time, Xiaomei and I secretly divorced, agreeing to co-parent the child. Then Xiaomei went on a business trip.
On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, my new company opened. I still hadn't heard from Xiaomei, and I didn't know if Meining had returned to the US. Feeling down, I didn't invite any relatives or friends this time. Just as I was preparing to leave alone, Xiaomei and Meining showed up, just like when I first met them!
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