Doing it in front of someone else's husband

It was already 5 PM when the plane landed at Taiyuan Wusu Airport. Everything was shrouded in a gray haze; the distant mountains, villages, and even the nearby airport buildings all seemed draped in a blackish-gray hue, almost all the same color. I'd heard that Shanxi was a major coal-producing province, but also a major polluter, and seeing it today, it certainly lived up to its reputation. The journey from Xi'an to Taiyuan was exactly one hour, but after just a short nap, it felt like stepping back from a color film to a black-and-white movie. Big cities don't offer much to do, so we decided to drive through the night to our destination: XX Ancient City.

Manager Ning and I were sent by our company to Xi'an to negotiate raw material prices and supplies. After completing our mission, we wanted to visit the long-awaited XX Ancient City in nearby Shanxi for a historical exploration. XX Ancient City is 110 kilometers from Taiyuan, which would only be an hour's drive in the south, but it took us three and a half hours. The taxi was a dilapidated Santana, and we were constantly worried about the hood and wheels, fearing one might fall off and making accommodation a problem in this remote area. The driver said it was less than two years old, and we both laughed (as if he were a child! It looked like it was at least ten years old!).

The road was riddled with potholes left by overloaded coal trucks, some large enough for a person to lie down in (this is the price of the rampant, predatory exploitation of coal resources). The car couldn't go very fast; we felt like we were on a boat, bobbing up and down with the waves. Suddenly, the seat would separate, followed by a loud bang! The driver would frantically swerve the steering wheel left and right to avoid the potholes, practically dancing (only then did we believe the driver was right about the car being only two years old; we even wondered if it could still look so new after two years). When coal trucks passed by, the dust was so thick we couldn't see anything, but the car kept going—blindly! We were impressed by the driver's skill, but also worried about our own lives.

It was completely dark when we arrived at XX Ancient City. A yellow tricycle was parked by the roadside. Seeing tourists arrive, the driver ran up to us, saying it was very cheap, only 5 yuan for any ride. When he learned we wanted to find a hotel, he immediately put on a big smile, saying they had spare rooms for tourists, very cheap, and his wife was very clean and hygienic, so we could rest assured. He even said if we stayed at their place, they wouldn't charge us the fare. We thought it made sense; coming to this ancient city with a thousand-year history, staying in a local's house would enhance the experience of exploring its past.

The tricycle wound its way through the sparsely populated, dimly lit streets and alleys, finally turning into a very narrow alley. We looked at each other, a little nervous. The tricycle stopped in front of a gate, and the driver shouted loudly in Shanxi dialect, which we couldn't understand (was he calling for fellow travelers?).

Under the cover of night, the courtyard wall appeared exceptionally tall and thick, at least three meters high, entirely constructed of bricks. The dark wall, weathered and dilapidated, bore few intact bricks; some were broken and mottled, their edges worn smooth by time. The cold moon hung silent, the darkness profound, and a chill began to creep down our backs.

Just then, a woman emerged from the gate. She was of medium height, with short hair, and appeared to be in her thirties. She wore a short top and shorts, her snow-white, full thighs fully exposed, appearing even more mysterious and alluring in the dim light of the night. We thought this woman was probably the driver's wife, perhaps having slept, hence her attire.

The woman warmly welcomed us, readily taking our bags. As she bent down, I clearly saw the two bouncing breasts beneath her small clothes—she wasn't wearing a bra (perhaps women here don't wear bras; besides, it's at home, and it was nighttime, so it's normal not to).

The courtyard wasn't large, with a stone slab in the middle used as a table. There were three stone-built cave dwellings; lights were on in the two outer caves, and the wooden-framed windows were decorated with various paper-cut patterns. The woman led us into the dark cave in the middle, turned on the light, and the cave was instantly brightly lit. The cave was quite large inside, with white-painted walls and white paper covering the large windows. Several layers of white quilts were neatly folded on the earthen bed just inside the entrance, looking very clean. The whole place felt like entering a white world, clean and cozy. To our surprise, there was a small table in the middle of the bed, with a pot of bright red plastic flowers on it (a scene I had only seen before in films depicting life in Northeast China). On the floor was a large, sturdy table, more than half a person's height, clearly very old. The black paint gleamed with a timeless sheen, and the brass handles were shaped like tiger heads. A wooden washbasin stand, missing a leg, held a solid brass basin, though its edges and bottom were dented and pitted in several places.

The woman personally spread out bedding for us and poured water for washing, saying that this place was different from the city, where one's face would be covered in soot after leaving home. She then gave us some instructions, such as "Tourist Guidelines." Finally, she casually asked where we were from. I said Xi'an, and Manager Ning said Guangzhou. The woman smiled and said she had worked in Shenzhen a few years ago, on a factory assembly line for more than half a year. I was about to ask her why she hadn't stayed in Shenzhen when she said to call her if we needed anything. She said her family lived in the cave dwelling on the right, and the other guest on the left was a tourist who had just checked in that day. Then she left.

Watching the woman leave, Manager Ning and I exchanged a mischievous grin. Manager Ning said, "You were drooling just now." I replied, "I clearly saw your eyes constantly staring at her thighs..." Exhausted from the bumpy journey, we lay on the comfortable earthen bed, enthusiastically discussing the landlady's thighs, breasts, and other more private parts, gradually becoming sleepy. In

our drowsy state, we heard a commotion coming from the courtyard, growing louder and louder. We quickly got off the bed. It turned out the landlady and her husband were arguing, and a little girl, about three or four years old, was clutching the woman's clothes

, wiping away tears. Just then, the tourists staying in the cave next to ours opened their doors. It was a woman, still sleepy, rubbing her eyes as she walked. She looked to be around 30, wearing a loose nightgown. It was dark, so I couldn't see her face clearly, but she seemed quite attractive.

The couple were arguing in Shanxi dialect; I only caught the gist of it, but it seemed the man was scolding the woman for wasting money. The female tenant went over to mediate, saying not to frighten the child. Just then, Manager Ning, standing next to me, suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Judging from your accent, you're from Fujian?" "Yes, are you too?" "Yes, I'm from XX." "I'm from XX. Hahaha, I never thought I'd meet a fellow Fujianese here, hahaha..." I'd never seen Manager Ning so happy on the whole trip. Come to think of it, this guy and I are kindred spirits; our eyes pop out when we see a pretty woman. The woman seemed a bit surprised and excited too, and the two of them started chatting in their Fujian dialect. Meanwhile, the argument was happening in Shanxi dialect, and now I was the only outsider in the courtyard, it wasn't my business. Feeling awkward and a little jealous, I turned and went back to my room.

Lying on the bed, I was still thinking about that female tourist. A woman who went out in her pajamas must be a woman of great taste. Originally, this trip was purely for tourism, and I hadn't been thinking about women, but the two women in this courtyard still managed to distract me… My erection kept going back and forth, and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already broad daylight. A ray of sunlight shone through the window onto the white sheets, which were covered with a layer of fine, black coal dust. I quickly got up and shook the blankets. Then I was surprised to discover that the guy hadn't even come back to the room last night!

Holy crap! That was fast! Even I, a seasoned veteran who's roamed the Pearl River Delta for years and seen countless women, couldn't help but marvel and feel inferior.

The male landlord in the courtyard was repairing his tricycle. Seeing me going out alone, he said, "Aren't you two going together?" I said, "He's still sleeping. I'm going out to check on him first." He politely asked if I wanted his tricycle to give me a ride, but I said no, it would be more convenient to walk (two wheels of the tricycle had been removed, and it would probably take at least an hour to put it back together).

The ancient city is quite small; you can walk around it in half an hour. The city wall is the core tourist attraction, one of China's four ancient cities, and I heard it has been successfully inscribed on the World Heritage List. But to be honest, compared to the ancient city wall of Xi'an, it's insignificant and incomparable. The Ming and Qing dynasty streets are well-preserved, retaining their antique charm; although dilapidated, they still hint at their former prosperity.

I bought two flatbreads from a stall; they smelled delicious, and I wolfed them down. There were many souvenir stalls, and I bought some that caught my eye. One stall selling paper cuttings was particularly impressive; their craftsmanship was simply exquisite. I bought twenty or thirty pieces in one go. On the west street of the ancient city stood the renowned "XX Chang," China's first bank, whose status at the time was comparable to the Bank of China today. Therefore, this street was hailed as the first financial street of the Qing Dynasty. After

wandering around for half a day, having seen all the places I wanted to visit, I was quite bored. Remembering Manager Ning still embracing his female fellow villager, my enthusiasm vanished instantly. I was also a bit tired and wanted to go back to rest. I thought of calling Manager Ning, but after taking out my phone, I put it back. I bought a pack of cigarettes at the small shop at the entrance of the alley where I was staying. As soon as I entered the courtyard, I stopped. The landlady, holding a broom, was half-bent over, her head turned towards the house, standing motionless at the bottom of the steps of the cave dwelling on the left, as if frozen in place by Sun Wukong's spell.

I was a little puzzled. As I took a few steps forward, I suddenly felt dizzy and my blood rushed to my head! I could hear a woman's moans of pleasure coming from the cave dwelling, sometimes short, sometimes long, sometimes high, sometimes low... Holy crap! One night wasn't enough, they're still doing it in broad daylight!

Just then, the landlady sensed someone was there. She turned around abruptly, almost screaming in surprise. Her face flushed, she stammered in a very soft voice, "Why are you back so early?" As she spoke, she lowered her head and hurried back to her cave dwelling.

Not only did I not encounter a woman, but this guy had to make noise to provoke me! Lying on the kang (heated brick bed), I was cursing him in my heart when the image of the landlady eavesdropping reappeared in my mind. I got off the kang, poured all the hot water from the thermos into the washbasin, picked up the empty thermos, and went out to knock on the landlady's door, saying there was no more hot water.

The door opened, and the woman came out. Her earlier flustered expression hadn't faded; her face was flushed with embarrassment. She said softly, "You filled the thermos with hot water and put it in my room after you left this morning. I said I'd just used it up." She didn't say anything more, took the thermos, and turned to go back inside. I saw only the little girl watching cartoons in the cave dwelling. To my surprise, the TV was black and white (does Shanxi only have two colors?!).

The tricycle wasn't in the yard either; I was sure her husband had gone out to find work. I told her to bring it to my room as soon as she finished filling it, and then turned and went back into the cave dwelling.

After a long while, she came in, gently placed the thermos on the table, and asked if I needed anything else. When she turned to face me, I understood why filling the thermos had taken so long.

Her earlier fluster was gone, her expression was much more natural, her complexion was fair (it seemed much fairer than before, and upon closer inspection, there were traces of makeup), her features were regular, and her eyes were clear and bright.

My heart skipped a beat; she had clearly dressed up. What made my heart race even faster was that she was wearing lipstick, and even the pants I'd seen earlier were now a plain skirt! My brain went blank for a moment, and I gasped for breath, my mouth agape. In this small northwestern town, women rarely wear skirts. I said

, "Sister-in-law, why did you two argue last night?"

The woman said, "Don't call me sister-in-law, I'm only 30, not even as old as you." Her tone then turned low, her face full of helplessness and grievance. She said she'd bought a compact powder yesterday, and her husband had found out and scolded her for wasting money.

I asked how much it cost, and she said six yuan. Six yuan! Even cheap counterfeit goods sold at street stalls in Guangzhou cost more than that! I said, "Don't use that! Your skin is so good, you don't need makeup. Cheap cosmetics can damage your skin a lot; look, you've got red spots on your face." As I spoke, I pointed to her cheek with my finger. She didn't flinch, but a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes.

She saw the phone in my hand and asked how much it cost, saying she used to work in a factory in Shenzhen making phone keypads. She said she wasn't married then, and her family kept urging her to come back and get married. She also said that she was actually very reluctant to come back. Before leaving, she didn't think there was anything wrong with her home, but after spending more than half a year in the vibrant city of Shenzhen, her thinking was completely changed. She was a high school graduate, after all, and didn't want to spend her whole life stuck in this place surrounded by mountains and coal mines.

I said, "You can go out now."

She said, "It's impossible, the child is still young." Her eyes reddened slightly as she spoke.

I quickly comforted her, telling her not to lose heart, she could go out when the child was older. She smiled bitterly and said that in a few years, even being a nanny would be considered too old. She told me that the inn she ran was actually operating secretly, without a business license, relying on her husband's occasional trips as a tricycle driver to attract tourists... We chatted for a while, and our relationship gradually became less reserved than at the beginning.

She asked if the female tourist was with us too. I hesitated for a moment and said no. She smiled at my embarrassed expression, her blush returning (finally getting to the point, hehe).

She said, "You city people are so open-minded! We can't do that here. In this tiny place, you can hear a rooster crowing from east to west. If word got out, I'd be too ashamed to face anyone." I joked, "So you're that old-fashioned too." She said, "There's nothing I can do. I'm from here. Brother, you're handsome and steady, your wife must be beautiful." (I'm puzzled. Is there any connection between the two? Manager Ning, who came with me, wasn't quite as handsome as I am, but he's still a charming man who has captivated countless women.) Ah, but I can't look at my wife. Back when we were dating these young women, women I wouldn't even touch, he treated like they were the most beautiful women in the world. Sigh, no wonder, someone used to cornbread and pickled vegetables will eat a plain steamed bun like it's abalone. I hope Manager Ning doesn't see this post. Losing a friend isn't the worst thing; if he tells the boss I slept with his mistress in Dongguan, that would be a real problem. But my wife is beautiful, no kidding. Back in college, I had countless rivals… cough, cough, I digress.

I said, "You don't look like someone from the countryside at all. Your skin is so good, and you're so beautiful." At that moment, I saw a flicker of joy cross her face. She said a little shyly, "Brother, you're so sweet, but I like it. No man has ever said anything like that to me before." I said, "You are." Then, seemingly casually, I took her hand and said, "Look at yourself, so white and tender." Seeing that she didn't object, I pulled her into my arms. Instantly, the wonderful feeling of her warm, soft breasts spread through the thin layers of clothing throughout my body… She symbolically shifted her body a few times before letting me kiss her. I could feel her body trembling violently, her palms sweaty.

When my hand slipped inside the wide neckline of her dress and just touched that intoxicating mound of flesh, she suddenly woke up as if from a daze, pushing me away with a look of terror on her face. She hurriedly tidied her disheveled hair, pulled at her skirt, and said, "My husband will be back soon. If there's nothing else, I'll go out." "Nothing, nothing," I replied mechanically, incoherently.

She glanced at me, hesitated, then quickly left. Women like this are the hardest to fathom. Perhaps she wants it, but doesn't dare; perhaps she'll sleep with you, but you'll have to pay a price; perhaps she'll sleep with you, enjoy herself, and then turn around and accuse you of molestation… I sat blankly on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), increasingly frightened, and finally decided to leave quickly. If her husband came back, there might be trouble. I tried calling Manager Ning, but his phone was off. I slung my black travel bag over my shoulder, grabbed Manager Ning's large brown bag, and walked out. I turned and knocked on the window of the cave dwelling next door. The laughter inside stopped abruptly.

The landlady, hearing the noise, came out too. I swallowed back what I wanted to say and told her through the window that I was leaving and to call me immediately. Hearing that I was leaving, the landlady looked puzzled, surprised, and somewhat disappointed.

I took out 500 yuan and gave it to her as payment for the room. She kept only one bill and gave the rest back to me, saying that I didn't need so much and that she usually charged 60 yuan. She told me to wait while she turned around and went back to get the change. Watching her enter the cave, I didn't look back and fled as if I were escaping.

This morning, while wandering around alone, I saw a hotel in the county town and headed straight there to find a safer place to stay while waiting for Manager Ning. It was called a hotel, but it was similar to a decent inn in Guangzhou. I had just checked in and entered my room when Manager Ning called, saying his phone had just been charged and he wanted to know what was wrong. A thought flashed through my mind, and I just said it felt like a shady place (I couldn't tell him the truth; I rarely fail at picking up women, and this time he'd already hooked up with a woman from his hometown, while I'd probably lose out, and it would be embarrassing for my reputation).

He laughed and half-jokingly told me that "Sun Erniang" (a nickname for a woman) was interested in me and had just asked for my phone number. My head spun.

I took a shower and was lying in bed watching TV when my phone rang again. It was a local landline. A woman's voice answered, very softly; it was my landlady calling, saying she needed change and asked where I was so she could bring it over. I said I didn't need it, but she insisted on returning it. I could hear a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, like it was coming from the street. I immediately thought of the small shop at the entrance of her alley; I clearly remembered a public phone sign on the ground in front of it.

At that moment, I seemed to understand something, sensing that something was about to happen. Hesitantly, I told her I was staying in room XX on the 4th floor of the XX Hotel. After hanging up, I regretted it. If she really came looking for trouble, I'd be in big trouble.

About half an hour later, there were several urgent knocks on the door. I opened it and saw the landlady. I peeked out and looked down the hallway to make sure she was alone. Her face was slightly flushed, and she was panting heavily, her chest heaving, as if she had been startled.

She asked why I was leaving, and I stammered that I wasn't used to living in a cave dwelling. She then nervously went straight to the window, glanced outside, and drew the curtains. Turning around, I saw her eyes filled with shyness and longing.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. This time she didn't resist, seemingly enjoying it, remaining still as I kissed her. She smelled salty, so I told her to take a shower first. She glanced at me, smiled, went into the bathroom, and closed the door. I offered to help her shower, but she said no.

I lay on the bed, still reeling from the excitement. This world changes so fast! Just two hours ago, I was terrified because of a woman, and now that woman is throwing herself into my arms!

Listening to the running water in the bathroom, I suddenly realized she didn't have a bathroom. How would she shower? Go to a public bathhouse or wash in a basin at home… Lost in thought, she came out, completely naked except for a towel around her waist, her snow-white body exposed before me. My penis immediately hardened, a jolt of electricity coursing through my body. I jumped off the bed and hugged her, saying, "You're so beautiful." She replied, "Do all men say that to every woman?"

I pulled off her towel, laid her flat on the bed, and pressed myself against her, kissing her while stroking her thighs. I asked her why she refused me at her house, and she said she was afraid, then added mockingly, "Who told you to be so cowardly?"

Damn! How could I resist such a half-complaint, half-teasing remark! I parted her legs, revealing a wet, sparsely haired pubic mound, a small, prominent fleshy bump—so beautiful! I never imagined I'd find such a beauty in this remote town! I lifted my hard penis, aimed it at her opening, and thrust! She cried out, then began to writhe uncontrollably, her hands clawing wildly at the sheets, scratching my back several times, clearly feeling the skin break (fellow wolves, the worst thing about cheating is leaving evidence). I

hadn't been with a woman for days, my penis was throbbing, and now that I had a taste of something new, I couldn't let it go. With each thrust, the woman beneath me flushed, her eyes rolled back, and her moans grew louder. I love the doggy style. I carried her off the bed, had her hold onto the edge, and began a frenzied assault from behind.

After a while, she couldn't take it anymore. She turned and hugged me, gesturing for me to enter from the front. I was in the throes of passion, not letting her stop. I carried her to the window, and she grabbed the radiator under the curtain. Seeing the curtain in the way, I ripped it open. She jerked up, screamed, and quickly pulled the curtain back shut, saying her husband was soliciting clients in front of the hotel downstairs. Hearing this, my blood boiled, and my penis hardened like iron! I'd never done this to my husband's woman in front of him before! A surge of intense stimulation and excitement coursed through me.

Without a word, I ripped the curtain open again. She tried to pull it back shut, but I grabbed her hand and twisted it, thrusting my penis in all the way! She initially resisted a little, but gradually gave up under my thrusting, only letting out pleasurable moans that sounded like howls. I held the woman's snow-white buttocks with both hands, thrusting while looking out the window. I saw several tricycles parked in the open space outside the hotel entrance, one of which, a yellow one, was actually her husband! I became even more excited; this was a first for me, so thrilling! Perhaps it was pleasure, or perhaps guilt towards her husband, but her moans became muffled, half-crying. Based on my years of experience, I knew she was about to climax.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, so she could clearly see her husband facing the window. She definitely couldn't handle this stimulation, being fucked by another man in front of her husband. I think any woman in this situation would experience an uncontrollable surge of lust. With a sudden thrust, she screamed, her vagina contracting strongly, a warm current gushing out and enveloping my penis. Her whole body collapsed to the ground… She had climaxed. This was probably the first time she had climaxed in front of her husband, with another man's penis inside her… I hadn't reached my climax yet.

I picked her up, who had gone limp, and had her sit on the windowsill with her back to the window. I spread her legs and thrust my penis in, pumping wildly... With each thrust, I could feel her vaginal fluid flowing out.

After twenty or thirty thrusts, a gush of hot semen spurted out and shot deep into her vagina... At that moment, I saw her husband lying half-reclined on the tricycle below, leisurely smoking... I carried her back to the bed; she seemed to be asleep, motionless. I took the opportunity to take a few photos with my phone (I hadn't brought my digital camera this time. I have a bad habit of taking photos after sex).

After a while, the feeling of orgasm gradually faded, and she regained some senses. She got up, peeked out from behind the curtains, and then quickly went to the bathroom. At this moment, I got hard again, so I followed her in.

She said she couldn't go; the child was home alone, and her husband was downstairs at the front door; she had to get back quickly.

I said, "Are you crazy? How can you get out with your husband downstairs?" She said she saw her husband from afar when she came in, so she went around to the back door. After finishing her explanation, she tidied herself up and was about to leave. Reaching the door, she seemed to remember something, turned back

, and pulled out two coins from her pocket, saying, "This is for you." Seeing my astonished expression, she seemed about to say something but didn't, then opened the door and left. Watching her departing figure, and remembering her husband was still at the door, a sense of unease washed over me. After all, we were in unfamiliar territory, and safety was paramount when dating a respectable young woman (don't laugh, fellow wolves, I'm always a coward; I'd rather miss a thousand than risk one accident, otherwise I wouldn't have only managed to date a three-digit number of women).

I couldn't stay any longer; I had to leave quickly!

I immediately dialed Manager Ning's number and told him everything that had just happened. When he heard that I had actually slept with his wife in front of her husband, his astonished voice sounded like he was listening to a fairy tale. He said, "How could that be? I just asked her to buy two meals." I told her I had already paid the room fee, but then reminded her to leave another 500 yuan on the table in the room to pay her back later. He said I took his bag, so where would he get the money to leave for that woman? (It's better not to leave her any, lest her husband find out and start overthinking, causing her unexpected trouble). I said that woman is on her way home, so you should come out now. I'm leaving first, and we'll meet at Taiyuan Airport.

I waited for a full two hours in the shabby waiting hall of Taiyuan Airport before Manager Ning finally swaggered in, looking smug. By then, it was completely dark. He said that the woman from his hometown had paid for his return trip to Taiyuan; it was the first time in his life he'd ever had a woman pay for his trip. This was only the first day of our two-day tour, but we'd already lost all interest in sightseeing. What had just happened was far more exciting and thrilling than any tour; our historical exploration had turned into a flower-hunting trip.

On the plane, I asked him about his woman from his hometown, and he proudly told me that she was a lecturer at the XX Academy of Fine Arts and had come to the ancient city to sketch. I chuckled inwardly; was sketching like that even possible? It must be figure drawing!

Manager Ning snatched most of the souvenirs I'd bought after wandering around for so long, saying he hadn't even seen what the XX Ancient City looked like on this trip. He'd called his wife yesterday when he left Xi'an, saying he was going to visit the ancient city, and how could he go back empty-handed?

Then it suddenly dawned on me that I'd forgotten to use a condom with my landlady at the hotel...

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