Classic: Who will sleep with you tonight?

(I) Help and Helplessness
After returning from abroad, that 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 while Xiaomei went to the bathroom to wash up. 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 faint 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 my arm away, snuggled into my lap, giggling without saying a word.
At that moment, I didn't think of anything else.
Three or four weeks later, one evening when Xiaomei was working the night shift, I turned on the computer to look at some old articles. To my surprise, a new paragraph had been added at the beginning of my article "Help": "Honey, I admire you so much! Your writing is so vulgar, yet so beautiful!"
My face flushed red. I hadn't expected her to 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 found it 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?"
Remembering I hadn't read the client's emails, I put down the remote and went to continue using the computer. Looking at the screen, I froze. There were two articles on the monitor—a first draft and a final draft of Chapter Four of my article "Help."
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, and she pinched my nose while whispering 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, but 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 pounding wildly with panic and confusion.
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 stern, glaring at me and scolding, "Are you sick? If you say that again, I'll take you to see a doctor."
"Why not? Don't you think it's beautiful and exciting?"
I looked at Xiaomei face to face, and at the same time, I reached into her bosom, grasping her nipple. Xiaomei instinctively arched her chest, responding to my movements. After a while, Xiaomei, panting heavily, slowly spread her legs. I touched her and found she was already very wet. We took off our clothes at the same time, and then I slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. Compared to before, it was really tight, 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 and your legs down, 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 Lao Mao, his penis is definitely big, bigger than yours, and every time it goes all the way 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, you're going to kill me!"
"Okay, I'll let Old Cat satisfy you as much as he can. Did you come? Can you come?"
"No, no, I can't, I can't... I can't come 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 still want to mention this person? Pingyu is an old bastard, a womanizer and a big scoundrel. His relationship with you is not 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 up this person, I was very unhappy and almost lost my temper.
We continued our actions, and Xiaomei was experiencing unparalleled pleasure. 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 coming, I'm coming..."
"Hold on, just a little longer!"
"Oh... your useless wife... I'm going to come!"...
After a couple of sentences, Xiaomei's vagina suddenly turned into a black hole, sucking my glans until it felt numb and tingly. I held back again and pushed in another centimeter. This time, Xiaomei couldn't take it anymore; her vagina began to overflow, and she cried out in pleasure, her mouth twisting in agony: "Ah...ah...I'm in 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 experiencing pleasure.
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 now interviewing the great writer Xu, hoping he will tell the truth, is Ping Yu the prototype of Old Cat?"
"...No! Old Cat is...is...purely fictional, 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 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 on a business trip to Henan 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 some drinks 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 swept meaningfully over Xiaomei's high, firm breasts. Xiaomei then realized what was happening, spat shyly, and lowered her head in silence.
I was also quite drunk and young at the time, so I didn't understand these things. I asked curiously, "Where should she put her legs?" "
You should have Xiaomei wrap her thighs around your waist, then lower her buttocks a little, and press your...that...down."
"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 froze, she quickly glanced at Pingyu, her chest heaving, and then lowered her head.
I didn't realize that Pingyu had already slipped his hand under the table into Xiaomei's skirt.
When Xiaomei later told me about it, I was furious: "Why didn't you slap him then?"
"I...I don't know why, but when you guys talked about me like that, my body...I just...I just..."
"Just what?"
"My body...I just went weak."
Xiaomei lowered her head in embarrassment. 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 Pingyu. She wouldn't tell me why, and Pingyu remained my good friend. He certainly didn't bother Xiaomei again. Then
that winter, I was on a business trip. Because I lost my ID card, I couldn't take the train back to Beijing. But I had to return 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. I let him rest at my place that night. 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 and fantasize about it. If it were really you, you wouldn’t want to!”
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 masturbate at home, while I'm having sex with the man you hate. He'll enjoy 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 and putting this scenario 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 brainstorm a scenario 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.”
As Xiao Mei spoke, her face flushed.
“One minute, I’ll just touch you once.”
I hugged Xiao Mei tightly.
"You...you used so much force, I went limp. All you athletes are so rough."
"Don't you just like being roughly played with?"
After saying that, I suddenly realized something was wrong, and, still holding Xiaomei's neck tightly, asked, "What did you just say? All you athletes are so rough?"
Xiaomei seemed startled, covering her mouth with her hand, her pretty eyes wide. Although she'd slipped up, there was a hint of a smile in her eyes: "I let it slip. Oh God, what do I do?"
"Back then, did he...did he really molest you like that?"
I asked viciously, my hand unconsciously sliding up Xiaomei's breasts.
Those unbearable, horrific memories were being vividly awakened by us!

(II) A Good Neighbor and a Bad Neighbor
? "I hate myself too. When he harassed me those two times, I don't know what happened to me, I felt like I lost all self-control, and I was terrified..."
Xiaomei closed her eyes as she spoke, too ashamed to face me. She turned her face away and whispered, "He forced me. I couldn't resist at all. Please don't force me anymore, it's too shameful."
I saw tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
"Mei, I've never looked down on you because of this! Mei, your body will always belong to me, and your heart will always belong to me. I won't doubt that." "
I'll never mention Pingyu again, and you shouldn't mention wife-swapping anymore, okay? I don't like making love with others, I only like making love with you. My love is only for you."
Xiaomei murmured as she tightly embraced my head and began to kiss me passionately.
I returned the kiss, while simultaneously caressing her delicate, smooth skin. Aside from the incision on her abdomen from the C-section, Xiaomei's body was practically flawless. She was 1.64 meters tall, slender and well-proportioned; her abdomen was flat, her waist slender, her mons pubis slightly raised, her thighs not particularly beautiful (some wrinkles from weight loss), but her calves were long, graceful, and strikingly attractive; her skin was as smooth and soft as silk, and her two firm, erect breasts (due to postpartum depression, the doctor advised against breastfeeding) were so small they could be grasped in one hand. Only I could freely touch and play with them (except for that utterly shameless Pingyu). This was truly a blessing I had earned in my past life!
Thinking of this, the scene from three years ago, which I had recalled countless times, was once again etched in my mind.
The living room was dark then, but by the bright light from the bathroom, I could clearly see the details of Xiaomei being molested by Pingyu. Xiaomei leaned weakly against Pingyu's chest, and Pingyu reached out from behind her to touch her breasts.
What I remember most clearly is that Xiaomei's one hand was holding Pingyu's hand, seemingly trying to resist, while her other hand was wrapped around Pingyu's head!
What would have happened if I had arrived ten minutes later? Was Xiaomei truly a wanton woman at heart?
As we made love, I observed Xiaomei in the dim light of the bedroom.
You could say Xiaomei wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a captivating charm. She resembled the Hong Kong actress Wu Qianlian, with single eyelids, a delicate, fair face, thin lips, and a small dimple on her left cheek when she smiled. Xiaomei's eyesight wasn't very good; she was severely nearsighted. She had previously worn poor-quality contact lenses, which damaged her eyes, so she stopped wearing them. She wore delicate gold-rimmed glasses, but instead of looking pedantic or dull, she possessed a certain intellectual charm.
Pingyu might be attracted to my Xiaomei, to her dignified, slender figure and youthful allure. I simply couldn't believe that Xiaomei would be attracted to Pingyu. Besides Pingyu's age, his level of education, and the strong smell of sweat on his body that made Xiaomei shy away, Pingyu's mercenary and slick personality also didn't suit Xiaomei's taste.
Perhaps Xiaomei was too young at the time and didn't know how to deal with such shameless sexual harassment!
Across from us lived a couple who were slightly older than us. The woman was named Jia Yueying, and the man was named He Guocai. The two couples got along fairly well. Jia Yueying was petite and delicate; I used to call her Xiao Jia, but she didn't like it, so I called her Sister Jia. He Guocai was a small business owner in the aquatic products business. I had helped him connect with a very large client before (during the SARS outbreak), and now a third of his business came from this client. He had made a lot of money; the couple had bought another apartment in a Dongzhimen neighborhood, which I heard was worth over a million yuan.
I don't want to say anything about He Guocai. Actually, it's very simple: one word, thief; two words, thief and fat; three words, thief, fat, and lecherous. His wife, Jia Yueying, is truly beautiful. To put it simply, there are plenty of actresses prettier than her in movies, but I've never seen anyone more beautiful in real life.
Jia Yueying is a year older than me and three years older than Xiaomei. When we go out together, all the men's eyes are on Jia, but I never dare to look at her more than twice (though I might glance at her twice). Xiaomei is quite pleased with this, saying I'm relatively honest. Actually, I once complimented her privately, saying, "Jia, will you still be this beautiful even when you're fifty?"
"Of all my friends, you're the only one who hasn't dared to praise me for over six months. Did Xiaomei put some kind of spell on you?"
I blushed and lowered my head. Unexpectedly, she added, "And your praise is so clumsy, so honest, I quite like hearing it. Xiaomei isn't home, so how about I reward you with something?"
Then she stared at me intently until I fled. Behind me came her soft, cloying laughter. Sister, I'd savor even a drop of your saliva for six months, but I wouldn't dare!
This couple's behavior was quite unusual. We only helped them move in, and the next day Jia Yueying went to Xiaomei's house and delivered three boxes of expensive cosmetics as a thank you. Xiaomei later bought a pair at the mall, worth around two thousand yuan.
Once, He Guocai had an affair and came to our door demanding that Xiao Jia divorce him. Xiao Mei and I initially hid behind the door to listen to the commotion, but Xiao Mei grew increasingly angry and, ignoring my advice, came out to defend Xiao Jia (which later escalated into an argument). After that, Xiao Mei and Xiao Jia became like sisters. Sometimes, when He Guocai and I weren't home, Xiao Mei would go across the street to chat with Xiao Jia all night or even sleep at her place.
Despite his beautiful wife, He Guocai was still a womanizer, going out to brothels every day. One night, someone knocked on our door. Xiao Mei went to open it and found He Guocai completely drunk, being supported by two prostitutes. They had knocked on the wrong door, which was bad enough, but He Guocai actually smiled at my wife and said, "Hmm, this lady is my favorite. She looks a bit like our female neighbor. I'm so horny, I want her!"
This infuriated Xiao Mei and me, but we couldn't say anything!
Another factor was that we didn't want to have a falling out with him. He gave me a 3% commission for every deal I introduced to his clients, which added up to over 50,000 yuan. This man, despite his many flaws, at least had one thing to say: he was loyal.
After SARS, He Guocai kept trying to thank me. In August, a client I introduced signed a deal worth over three million yuan. In his excitement, to truly express his gratitude, he handed Xiaomei 100,000 yuan in cash (he really liked giving cash, which made bank staff look at me differently every time I went to the bank): "This is for Xiao Xu. I don't dare give it to him, afraid he'll do something bad. Keep it, sister-in-law." He
then arranged to meet me at Sanlitun (it seems Sanlitun is the only place in Beijing with bars) for drinks and to hear a new African band playing some kind of African folk music.
Around midnight, he reverted to his old ways and wanted to call a prostitute. I took the opportunity to ask him why he still liked going out when Xiao Jia was so beautiful. He Guocai waved his hand and laughed loudly: "Brother, this is different. Six years ago, in my eyes, Jia Yueying was like a fairy; three years ago, in my eyes, Jia Yueying was like a fairy descended from heaven; now, in my eyes, she's not even as good-looking as your Xiaomei! Marriage, what is marriage? Marriage is when you see that even a beauty has a side that involves taking a dump and farting, you know? Want me to call a prostitute? What kind do you want?"
"I want one like your Jia Yueying."
With the alcohol taking effect, I started talking nonsense (but it was also the truth). "Slap!" He Guocai slapped me lightly. Before I could react, he laughed again: "Brother, you're the most honest one. You say what you think, a real honest man! I like you. Come on, bottoms up!"
After finishing the drink, I started singing. First, I hummed, then I sang loudly: "We're walking on the main road..."
He Guocai didn't say anything, just held his head and stared blankly for a while. Two prostitutes came over, and he chased them away.
"Brother, I need to talk to you about something."
"Go ahead, what is it? I'll listen to whatever you say."
"Brother, do you like Jia Yueying? Is she pretty?"
He tilted his head, looking out the window at the night sky, speaking slowly, but I heard him clearly.
"Of course, of course, she's very pretty. But she's your wife, how could I..."
"Stop talking nonsense, are you even a man? If you're a man, tell the truth, do you like her or not?"
"I'm a man, I like her. So what if I like her?"
"If you like her, then go for it."
I sobered up instantly: "..."
"Don't look at me like that. I consider you my buddy. Let me tell you, I don't feel anything when I fuck Jia Yueying anymore. Think about it, I calculated it the other day, in eight years of marriage, I've fucked her over a thousand times, over a thousand times! Really, now I feel like she's just a piece of meat, I don't feel anything anymore, I...I...Brother, to tell you the truth, I want to see someone else fuck her."
"..."
I couldn't say anything, both amazed by his shamelessness and astonished that there were men in the world who dared to say such things so frankly. I started to like him a little.
“But letting someone else sleep with her, I think it would be too good for those bastards, and besides, Jia Yueying might not even agree. She really likes you, if you sleep with her, she'll definitely agree.”
“You really want to see me… have sex with her?”
“It might feel a bit contradictory, but it'll definitely be exciting.”
He was quite honest: “Her breasts are nice, they feel great; her pussy is tight, it'll definitely make you feel good.”
Hearing him say that, my dick got hard. He Guocai’s face was very red, very excited, I glanced at his crotch, it was hard too!
“Okay!”
Later we left the bar, a cold wind blew, and we both burst out laughing.
He Guocai was definitely joking with me, I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe, trying to hide my embarrassment.
“Come on, give me a high five! If you tell anyone, I’ll have someone kill you.”
So, we made this agreement: as long as Jia Yueying was willing, I could have sex with her. If she didn’t have an STD, we could go without a condom, I could even ejaculate inside. I couldn’t let her fall in love with me, if she ran away with me, he would have someone kill me.
One summer night in late July, Xiaomei and her company's General Manager Xie went on a business trip, and He Guocai and I decided to carry out this plan.
I went to He Guocai's house for drinks. He drank one glass after another, quite heavily, his eyes occasionally glancing at me, then smiling at Jia Yueying, his gaze gleaming. I wondered what kind of turmoil he was experiencing inside, a battle of wits.
Jia Yueying was wearing a white embroidered silk blouse with a wide opening at the chest, almost revealing her snow-white cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the two small protrusions of her breasts looked particularly alluring under the silk. She wore dark green trousers, revealing half of her smooth, slender calves, without a single flaw. On her feet, she wore a pair of clean white socks, seemingly unconcerned about the heat.
She kept her thighs tightly pressed together. Since I entered her house, she hadn't said anything except a simple greeting; during our meal, she mostly turned her head to watch TV. I began to suspect that Jia Yueying already knew something. In the living room, the three of them didn't exchange a word, but a thick, lewd atmosphere permeated the house.
"Hey, stop eating all you want, get some food for Xiao Xu."
"Xiao Xu, come on, have some vegetables."
Xiao Jia, like a shy eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, gave me an awkward smile.
"What vegetables! Give me some sea cucumber, it's very nutritious. Come on, have some, this will give you energy!"
He Guocai put a piece of sea cucumber on my plate and then winked at me. I unconsciously glanced at Jia Yueying, who immediately blushed and lowered her head, no longer speaking.
"No, I like vegetables, thank you, Xiao Jia."
I took a bite of vegetables.
"What did you call me? Don't forget I'm a year older than you. Call me Sister Jia, or I won't serve you any more food."
Little Jia seemed to be trying to calm herself down.
"Right, you still have to call me Sister Jia now. Once we're in bed, you can call me whatever you want."
He Guocai smiled at me, finally bringing the matter up.
Jia Yueying froze for a moment, then reacted, punching her husband hard and throwing herself into He Guocai's arms, burying her head in his chest. Her breathing quickened, and her body trembled. It seemed that this rogue He Guocai had indeed discussed this with her and obtained her consent or tacit approval.
I suddenly tensed up. Everyone had been rehearsing just now, and now it seemed like the director had suddenly yelled "cut!" Everyone on stage was caught off guard, unsure how to face their colleague who had just been calling them lover, brother, or enemy.
He Guocai lit a cigarette, and in the swirling smoke, said in an unusually gentle voice, "Yueying, why don't you go back to your bedroom and get ready?"
Jia Yueying pushed him away, her face flushed, and stood up unsteadily, then stumbled back to her bedroom. With a click, she locked the door!
I was also very embarrassed, shaking my head at He Guocai and bowing slightly; at that moment, all I wanted was to escape this lewd place.
He Guocai pressed my shoulder: "It's okay, I just want to ask you, can I watch from the side for a bit?"
"No, I'm afraid I can't do it, I... I'm really nervous."
"You saw she wasn't wearing a bra, right? Let me tell you, she wasn't wearing underwear either, everything's washed clean, just waiting to be offered to you. She's just a little embarrassed right now, it's okay, you go knock on the door, she'll open it. I'll wait in the study next door first, I'll go in in ten minutes, she agreed, but you'd better be able to go in in front of me. Or how about this, you leave the door a crack, I won't go in yet, you tease her for a while."
I nodded.
After knocking for a minute, there was a sound from inside, the lock finally opened.
After Jia Yueying opened the door, she quickly moved to the bedside, facing the window outside, her pretty back view left for me.
I went in, leaving the door a small crack.
“Sister Jia, you…don’t be so nervous…if you don’t want to, then forget it.”
“…Ugh, ugh…”
Unexpectedly, Jia Yueying covered her face and started crying.
“Sister Jia, Yueying, you…if you really don’t want to, then forget it.”
I originally wanted to back out, but for some reason, looking at her alluring body, a thought struck me, and I went over and hugged her from behind. Jia Yueying’s crying stopped abruptly, but her body trembled even more violently.
I never thought I would be able to possess such a beauty. Her body was fragrant and soft, supple as if boneless. Although she was a little smaller than my Xiaomei, I could feel that she was only small-framed, but her flesh was very full.
"Sister Jia, I'll be gentle with you."
Little Jia finally turned her face shyly, staring intently at me. Like a little girl, she squirmed in my arms, saying defiantly, "I never expected this! I always thought you were a good girl, but actually I'm not afraid of you at all. I'm even a year older than you!"
"Sister Jia, you're so beautiful."
"Call me sister!"
"Sister, why aren't you wearing underwear? I can feel the wetness here."
I teased her gently as I took off her clothes.
"Do you like sister?"
Little Jia pressed my hand tightly, as if this question was very important to her.
"Of course I do. Does sister like me?"
Little Jia slowly guided my hand to her lower back and kissed me.
During the kiss, she whispered in my ear, "I don't like you, I love you, I love you! Actually… I've wanted to seduce you for a long time. Come on, possess sister!"
We started taking off our clothes.
I never expected her body to be so sexy and mature. After taking off Xiao Jia's white coat, I pulled her lotus-root-like arms back, and her proud breasts stood out on her half-reclined body. The two red cherries on her snow-white breasts trembled with Xiao Jia's delicate body. I immediately put them in my mouth and began to eat them with relish. Jia Yueying moaned softly, "No...no..."
I then pulled down her pants, instantly illuminating the bedroom. Two long, slender, smooth legs, a snow-white and rounded bottom, and a few glistening drops of fluid already clinging to her dense pubic hair. I dipped my hand in it and ate a mouthful: "I thought eating your saliva would be heaven, but I never imagined I'd get to taste your love juice today."
Suddenly, Jia stopped moaning and said coquettishly towards the door, "Come in, stop sneaking around."
He Guocai walked in, his eyes wide, watching me wantonly violate his wife's body. This alluring sight had already aroused his blood; his hand had already pulled out his penis and began unconsciously touching it.
Jia Yueying finally collapsed naked into my arms, and I began to ravage all her important private parts. Her nipples, teased by me, appeared rosy and lustrous, radiating a beautiful glow. Compared to Xiaomei's pink nipples, Jia Yueying's nipples were larger and more purple, and her areolas were much larger than Xiaomei's. As I repeatedly rubbed them with my fingers, the entire areola seemed to swell, supporting her grape-like nipples as they swayed and trembled alluringly before He Guocai and me, looking shy and vulnerable.
He Guocai approached us, admiring us while masturbating. I glanced at him a few times and noticed his eyes were indeed somewhat crazed. As my fingers moved on his wife, his eyes sometimes revealed jealousy and fanaticism, sometimes showed the bewilderment of betrayal.
I lowered my head, kissing her earlobe and the back of her neck, whispering in her ear, "Good girl, are you comfortable?"
My fingers didn't move much at the entrance of her vagina, mainly rubbing her labia. Even so, she still produced a lot of vaginal fluid, making the grassy area near her entrance very wet. Under my unrestrained caresses, and with her husband's gaze upon her, the thrill of betrayal and the urge for wantonness overwhelmed Jia Yueying, causing her to gasp repeatedly. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and her full, red lips reached out to me. I took the opportunity to kiss her passionately, sucking out some of the saliva from under her tongue to quench my lust.
Slowly, I began to probe Jia Yueying's paradise with my fingers. Her moans began to lose their meaning, becoming only continuous "Mmm... Ah..."
sounds.
"Wife, is it comfortable?"
He Guocai also reached out to Jia Yueying, caressing her sensitive areas as he asked.
Jia Yueying nodded weakly, looked at He Guocai, smiled at me, pointed at me and said to He Guocai, "He's so bad, I...I'm almost driven crazy by him."
"Do you want him to fuck you?"
"Yes."
"Come on, brother, fuck my wife to death!"
"Husband, little Yueying is about to lose her virginity, you...you...you...I...I'm going to give it to him, I'm going to call him husband, I'm going to become his plaything, do you want that? Ah..."
I turned and pinned Jia Yueying down, spreading her thighs apart, and gestured for He Guocai to watch as my penis slowly probed towards Jia Yueying's vagina. The moment I penetrated her, he instinctively groaned and began masturbating.
Jia Yueying cried out, "Little husband, I...I feel so full inside, oh..."
At that moment, I heard He Guocai let out a low moan; the act had barely begun, and he had already ejaculated with excitement.
For the next half hour, I repeatedly ravaged Jia Yueying's beautiful body. He Guocai masturbated again and whispered in my ear, "Brother, watching you fuck my wife is so exciting. Do you want to try what it feels like to have your wife played with?"
While I was having sex with Jia Yueying, I imagined Xiaomei being played with by He Guocai, and I became extremely excited. Jia Yueying seemed to lose consciousness several times; her vagina became very tight, and at the point where my penis and vagina were perfectly joined, a lot of clear vaginal fluid flowed out. He Guocai even tasted it with his fingers.
"You really want Xiaomei? Fine."
Thinking that Xiaomei might actually be possessed by such a rogue and reach orgasm under his crotch, my penis began to tremble. Jia Yueying also reached orgasm at the same time, her two slender hands tightly gripping He Guocai's hands, her body stiffening and trembling twice: "Husband, I lost it...shoot...shoot me to death..."
She looked at me, her eyes filled with sweet lust.
At the same time, I fired my cannon into her body, Jia Yueying released her husband's hands, hugged me tightly, chest to chest, our hearts completely fused together. He Guocai frantically masturbated while staring at us with a crazed look.
"Possess me, I want you..."

(III) 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, shook my head with a bitter smile, it was unbelievable: "I came five times! The most intense sex with Xiaomei was only three times in one 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, and a faint, slightly foul fragrance mingled with my fingers wafted from my sticky fingers, the 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, sleeping 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 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.
There was a sudden 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... what did he do 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 insisted I apologize to that guy." "
What! Give me Mr. Xie'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 it's probably still about apologizing 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!"
As I spoke, my mood underwent a strange change. The spark of resentment I felt when I first learned about this ignited into a strange flame of lust. How could I be like this? Maybe, maybe yesterday's experience has completely changed me!
"Actually...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 has been working under Xie Ming, and she despises him in every way—from his work ability to his personality to his interpersonal skills. I once 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 affecting Xiaomei's daily mood. I once had a deep talk with Xie Ming behind Xiaomei's back. 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 personal 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 just 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 capable; I admire her. If she weren't so capable and didn't go against me like this, anyone would have fired her."
Although he admired Xiaomei, unfortunately, she didn't reciprocate his feelings at all.
Thinking this, I changed my clothes, preparing to go out for a late-night snack. Just then, my phone vibrated again.
"Brother Fang, hello! Do you remember who I am?"
I didn't know who was joking with me, but the voice sounded sweet and charming, truly pleasing to the ear.
"Who are you? Are you my friend?"
"Guess."
I put on my shoes and opened the door. "Hey, I'm taking the elevator. If you're my friend, tell me your name, or I'm hanging up."
There was a soft chuckle on 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 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 beautiful appearance, I couldn't suppress my desire and pounced on her, hugging her and trying 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, I was about to let go of one hand to unbutton her clothes when 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 in the future!"
I also felt a bit exhausted, nodded, and let go of 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 my meal, I wiped my mouth while greedily eyeing 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."
"What dish?"
"Hmm, steamed lamb."
"...Lamb..."
Jia Yueying was aroused by me again. I pulled her into my arms, and her body trembled with excitement.
"Is it okay?"
"...I'd be happy to give you the 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 and pulled off the petticoat with a quick tug. Underneath, a pair of white, semi-transparent panties tightly hugged 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 entirely into my hands and mouth.
"...Let's go inside, to the bedroom, not on the sofa."
"Okay."
I carried her into the bedroom.
"Turn on that camera, the lens is already adjusted."
What? I followed her finger and saw a digital camera on the five-panel cabinet opposite the bed, directly facing us.
Seeing my surprised expression, Jia Yueying chuckled, "He Guocai said we can make love anytime, anywhere, but he wants to record it every time so he can slowly enjoy it! Don't you think he's a super pervert?"
Isn't this a plot from my novel? I also found it a bit funny.
"Turn the lens up higher, and in a little while I'll be on top of you so he can't see us, we..."
"We what?"
"See where we're joined together, hehe, let him be drooling."
I suddenly felt a little scared. Was I entering the story of "Help"? Only the roles were slightly reversed, Ling'er became Xiao Jia, and I "unfortunately" became Old Cat, a supporting actor.
After turning on the camera, I went back to bed and picked up the already passionate Xiao Jia to bathe in the river of love. After yesterday's baptism of love, Xiao Jia had let go of her restraint and completely revealed her most unrestrained side of desire to me.
She slowly sat on my penis. At first, it was very tight. 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 experience what it's like to be raped."
Only then did I realize she was somewhat perverted.
"Honey, I was raped. My little hole was still dry when someone penetrated me,"
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 only raped for two minutes, and she's already coming for someone else."
"Oh...oh...husband, my lover's cock is so hard, pressing hard against your wife's vagina, such a thick and strong meat stick, I feel so uncomfortable..."
At the same time, she called my name lewdly: "Brother Xu Fang, don't show any mercy to your newlywed Xiao Yueying today, fuck her hard, okay?"
"Fuck He Guocai's wife to death, fuck her little cunt to pieces, take over every piece of her flesh, oh...take her inside and out, leave your mark everywhere."
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Again and again, it was the sound of my scrotum repeatedly slapping against Xiao Jia's vulva.
"Plop, plop...plop, plop..."
was the sound of my cock repeatedly entering and exiting 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 vaginal walls, causing her a strange, almost 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, parted her firm, long legs, aimed at her deep pink opening, 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. Oh... 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...as hard as ivory, right? Oh...um...enjoy me, I want to give you everything."
"Ah...ah...I'm going to cum, it's all inside me, so good!"
Yueying and I came together, a torrent of pleasure. I held her tightly, pressing against her, sharing this most wonderful 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 with my semen and her love juices for a while. I also filmed 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, who doesn't even care about hypocrisy, just a little money and he becomes a big show-off...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, reassuring her with a solemn vow, "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!"
"..."
Jia Yueying saw the answer on my face and became 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 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 around 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, she can't 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 we once 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 pretty big bathtub, and Xiaojia said, “Let's bathe together, 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, we were just chatting casually, each washing our own things. Jia Yueying said, "Besides, a girl like me doesn't even know what homosexuality is. It even makes me feel disgusted. But somehow, that day, we all ended up doing it for real."
Little Jia slowly recalled: *** *** *** *** Later, Xiaomei started by rubbing my back. I didn't feel anything. Xiaomei accidentally touched my breast once, but I just treated it like my own hand touching myself, without any particular feeling.
Later, when I was going to rub Xiaomei's back, I had her sit between my legs. Xiaomei kept chatting and laughing with me. After I started rubbing, I gently put my left arm around Xiaomei's waist and rubbed her back with my right hand. At this moment, Xiaomei suddenly stopped talking. Later, I realized that my left hand was a little too high, touching Xiaomei's nipple. I felt her breathing was a little uneven, and I found it funny.
Suddenly, I wanted to see if her nipples were any different from mine, so I peeked over the back of her neck and noticed that her nipples were quite delicate. I said, "Your husband must take good care of them. They're so pretty. I want to touch them too."
When Xiaomei answered me, her voice sounded a little strange. She said, "Sister Jia, it tickles so much, let me go."
I mischievously didn't let her go and grabbed one of her nipples and pinched it for a while—only a minute or two, actually—before Xiaomei went limp and collapsed 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 know each other's weaknesses when they're playing with each other, so soon we were both incredibly excited.
We started by kissing and touching each other while lying together, and then we couldn't stop. Xiaomei and I were facing each other in the bathtub, using our toes to tease each other's clitoris and vagina underwater, while touching our own nipples. We two little sluts moaned together, one after the other. That brat Xiaomei completely humiliated me, leaving me utterly out of control. Later, she said, "Sister, let's go to bed, I'm a little tired."
After we got into bed, Xiaomei asked me, "Your husband He Guocai is so lecherous, didn't he get you any entertainment devices at home to enhance your relationship?"
I was already completely limp, so I said, "There's a dildo in the cabinet behind the bed, you can use it on me!"
Xiaomei opened the cabinet and said, "Isn't He Guocai's thing quite 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 husband Xu doesn't mind, I don't mind either."
Xiaomei spat at me, then went a little crazy and actually penetrated me for a while, even asking me to be her wife, and she wanted to be her husband.
*** *** *** *** "Did you do it with her too?"
"Yes, I pretended to be He Guocai and played with her for a while!"
I got more and more excited and hurriedly asked her for details. Seeing my erect penis, Jia Yueying smiled shyly, "Looks like you really intend to let He Guocai and Xiaomei do it!"
Then she began to tell her story.
*** *** *** *** Jia, in a rough 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 a little tired after taking a bath and fell asleep here. Let me out."
Xiaomei really struggled. Jia pressed her down with his body, and one hand touched Xiaomei'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."
Jia rubbed his large penis against Xiaomei's opening, and Xiaomei moaned 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. Hmm…”
“I’m about to go in, you little slut.”
“He Guocai, if you want to possess me, just do it already, I…I’m not a little slut, I’m a respectable woman, defiled by you. Oh, come in!”
*** *** *** *** Xiao Jia said, “At that time, Xiao Mei was completely immersed in it, she seemed to be playing for real. Later, after I went in, her body thrust hard, and she jumped straight up, reaching her peak right then and there.”
After that incident, the two never relived this fake phoenix and real dragon game, 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, especially for Xiao Jia, it felt very warm. 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 didn't know 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 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...why are you questioning me like this? As if I did something to wrong you."
"Honey, let's not talk about this. Why don't you ask if I'm alright tonight? You don't care about me at all."
"Nothing's wrong tonight, is it? 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 hearing him say that, Xie Ming swung his arm and slapped him, saying, 'Fuck your mother!'" "
Then we walked away triumphantly. I was overjoyed and gave him a hug. Don't be jealous, even though he was a bit too harsh on me before, judging by his performance tonight, he's at least a man!"
"I told you so, your problem is that you're too ambitious, always thinking about too much power, too much..."
Before I could finish speaking, right next to my pillow, Jia Yueying's phone blared "Blue Fantasy," its sound deafening in the dark room, leaving me speechless. The person on the other end of the line also paused, all three of them seemingly stunned by the beautiful music, remaining silent.
"...You still dare to say you're homeless on the street... I need to say something to Jia Yueying."
"No, no, it's just a passerby..."
"Don't talk nonsense, this is music I downloaded for her, do you think I wouldn't recognize it? I just heard her voice. Jia Yueying! Speak!"

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