[Urban] Adultery: The Countryside's Big Weapon (Complete) - 34 (End)

Chapter 20.

She's now deliberately avoiding wearing stockings. Normally, with my wife's figure, especially her beautiful legs, which are absolutely flawless, even rivaling professional models, and given her love of beauty, stockings are an indispensable part of her attire.

But now, wearing them naturally brings a comfort that other clothes can't provide. Once the stockings rub against her thighs, she unconsciously thinks of Feng Quan. With the soft comfort, her vagina begins to stir, and her nipples subtly harden. Once her body enters that state, it becomes troublesome; her lower body protests incessantly, her whole body becomes weak and limp. That comfort is like an unfinished dish, requiring Feng Quan's secret seasoning to reach its full potential.

At this moment, she would crave the sensation of her legs being rubbed by stockings, wanting Feng Quan's large hand to touch them freely. The way Feng Quan's hand caressed her through the pantyhose was an unparalleled pleasure; she loved that feeling. Moreover, as his hands touched her skin encased in stockings, his mouth would simultaneously shower her with kisses. After every sensitive part of her body had been touched by Feng Quan, and her body had reached its peak of desire, Feng Quan would always seize the opportune moment to use his fingers, through the pantyhose, to gently probe her vulva, moving from back to front along the groove formed by her labia. The touch of his fingers on her labia would send a tingling sensation through her, followed by his touch on her clitoris. At this point, she would feel a shiver run through her body, exclaiming, "Ouch!" ...My God, that thrust felt like a superpower injected into my wife's body, as if she could fly. Why was his thrust always so perfectly timed? At that moment, she couldn't help but look up at Feng Quan; his handsome and spirited appearance was even more captivating in her eyes. Then, my wife's entire vagina would overflow with sweet fluid for him...

When Feng Quan wasn't around, my wife intentionally stopped wearing stockings, but whenever Feng Quan was with her, he begged her to wear them, saying he especially liked the way she looked in stockings. My wife didn't want to upset him; this request itself wasn't a big deal, but she did have her own unspeakable difficulties. It was fine when they were alone, but when they were outside, with that tall, handsome figure by her side, her body would clearly feel the ravages of the stockings. At that time, her body became particularly uncooperative, especially her vagina, which would overflow with fluid from the inside out to the extreme.

His wife was incredibly conflicted. She still thought about their current family, and whenever she did, she felt incredibly tormented and wanted to become indifferent. Therefore, she always insisted that Feng Quan not do anything inappropriate in public, and sometimes she tried to distance herself.

But sometimes she couldn't help wanting to cling to him, especially after wearing pantyhose. The thought that this was Feng Quan's preference intensified this feeling. She wanted Feng Quan to hug and kiss her, so she would unconsciously start to act coquettishly. She had become extremely dependent on the man who gave her this comfort.

Every time Feng Quan finished with her, her body would experience an indescribable sense of satisfaction. A warm current would spread from her vagina throughout her entire body, deeply nourishing every organ, seemingly reaching even her internal organs. She even imagined how perfect it would be to die in this pleasure—of course, this was just a metaphor. It was an ineffable feeling of happiness; she loved it. She would unconsciously adopt a coquettish demeanor. It wasn't entirely an act; it was an indescribable psychological state. She simply felt incredibly comfortable and increasingly blissful afterward. However, a slight insecurity followed, a fear of losing this boy, a feeling that without him, no one else in the world could give her such extreme pleasure.

Therefore, now, once my wife's body reacts, and given that we're in another city, she'll adopt a coquettish demeanor towards Feng Quan, constantly making small requests. If Feng Quan can't fulfill them, she'll become very unhappy. This coquettish demeanor is different from the one immediately after sex, when she's generally more gentle.

Mo Xiaoyan knew that his wife wasn't entirely doing it on purpose, so he just smiled at Zhou Hao's advice and didn't try to dissuade her. After lunch, the group first looked for a hotel. This time, Feng Quan rented a villa-style hotel nearby. It was actually a hotel, but it was for higher-class guests. There were more than a dozen such detached villas in the backyard of the building. It wasn't peak season, so the price wasn't too high, and everyone was quite satisfied. However, my wife kept quietly advising Feng Quan not to be too wasteful. Feng Quan didn't have much of a concept of spending money, and my wife didn't like him doing that, but she couldn't dissuade him. After settling down, the group discussed where to go in the afternoon. No one had any definite ideas. My wife wanted to go to the shopping malls in Sanya to look at clothes, which was her usual hobby, even when traveling. Mo Xiaoyan was the same way, so the two of them hit it off and decided to go shopping in the afternoon.

Feng Quan appeared indifferent, but Zhou Hao was clearly reluctant. He felt that since they were here to have fun, why go shopping? Beijing had plenty of options. Seeing this, Mo Xiaoyan suggested that Xue and I go shopping while the two of them did as they pleased. After a feigned argument, Feng Quan drove my wife and Mo Xiaoyan to downtown Sanya, with Zhou Hao accompanying them. Once there, the two beauties went to the mall, while the two men parked the car and idled away their time. Actually, Feng Quan had a rather outgoing personality and got along well with most men. He didn't have a bad impression of Zhou Hao these past few days, but he wasn't exactly his favorite type. However, Zhou Hao was older and Mo Xiaoyan's boyfriend, so he still respected him and kept calling him "Brother Zhou." Now, it was just the two of them left... Not knowing what to do, the two first smoked a cigarette in the car and chatted casually for a while, talking about some unimportant things. Finally, Zhou Hao suggested that they find a place to sit and wait, since they were unfamiliar with the area and shouldn't go too far. So the two went into a beer house, intending to chat while waiting for them. There was quite a big age difference between them, so at first they didn't have much to talk about, with Zhou Hao lecturing Feng Quan. But after a few rounds of drinks, they started talking more. Feng Quan had a good alcohol tolerance, and so did Zhou Hao. Zhou Hao mainly talked about his school experience, how he got into university in Beijing, and how he spent his university years. Feng Quan actually listened attentively, and the two became much closer, calling each other brothers more often. Zhou Hao also asked Feng Quan about his life and hobbies.

As they talked, they unknowingly finished about ten bottles of wine, and the two men were completely open, saying whatever came to mind. "Brother, I didn't expect we'd get along so well," Zhou Hao said. "Yeah, it hasn't been easy. I didn't realize you'd had such a tough time," Feng said. "It's nothing. I'm quite content with what I have today. I can't compare to you. You have such good natural advantages, you have everything you could want, your future is limitless." Zhou Hao said somewhat earnestly, "Heh, I can't talk about the future, I just want to live my own life." Feng Quan loved hearing this, loved hearing others praise him. "Yeah, this society is too tiring, it's good to live a little more freely." "Yes, I just want to do what I like." "I agree, but I can't compare to you, I have to fight for it myself, so sometimes I'm not in control of my own life." "But I think you're pretty strong this way, it makes you seem really amazing." "Let's not talk about this anymore, brother, you're such a handsome young man, do you have any friends?"

Zhou Hao asked. "Heh, what friends?"

"Why are you pretending with me? What do you think?"

"Heh, no, I'm still young." "You're not telling me the truth, bro?" "How do you know I'm lying?" "Aren't we brothers now?"

"Of course, why don't we sit here and drink?"

"That's a good match, so why don't you tell me the truth?" "What should I say?"

"Is she really your sister?"

"...Then who do you think she is?"

Feng Quan asked with a smile. "Heh, let's not play dumb, just tell me straight." "Never mind, let's not talk about this." Feng Quan smiled a little embarrassedly. "What can't a grown man say? Is she telling you not to say it?"

"Let's not talk about this." Feng Quan did remember his wife's advice. "Brother, I'm not trying to flatter you, but you're really amazing, managing to handle something like this. I can tell from that you'll definitely be successful in the future! Really." "What do you mean? How can that tell you anything?"

"Let me tell you, you can tell a man's ability just by how he picks up girls. Don't think that just because a man is handsome or rich, it's all good. Put all that aside, the key is his own ability. Pursuing women is the hardest thing for a man. Getting the woman you like the most really takes courage, determination, wisdom, and boldness—a combination of factors that can turn the impossible into possible. What can't a man overcome then?"

"...Really?" Feng Quan felt good after hearing this. His parents always said he was good for nothing and wouldn't amount to anything, especially his father, who never said anything good about him. Zhou Hao's words made him feel better. "Of course. Take Mo Xiaoyan for example. At first, many people said I was overestimating myself, but in the end, I still managed to win her over through my efforts. It's the same at work; I can do a lot of things that others think are impossible." "Was it difficult for you to pursue Sister Mo?"

"Well, well, it's a long story," Zhou Hao began to recount, explaining how he and Mo Xiaoyan got to know each other. The experience was quite dramatic. They met through work, and because Zhou Hao wasn't particularly handsome, Mo Xiaoyan initially treated him arrogantly, even saying some very hurtful things. But Zhou Hao had his own wisdom and eventually won her over. The author won't go into the details of the twists and turns here; we can discuss them another time.

Zhou Hao spoke eloquently and with great enthusiasm, captivating Feng Quan completely. He genuinely admired this older brother. "Brother Zhou, you're amazing!"

"You flatter me, brother. We're kindred spirits. I won't cheat you. Your natural advantages are far superior to mine. You're bound to achieve great things in your career. A man who doesn't even dare to dream of or act on the woman he likes won't amount to anything." "..."

Feng Quan nodded slightly. "We've already talked this far, and you still haven't told me about your affairs." "What affairs?"

"Still pretending, huh? Still treating me like an outsider. Is she really your sister?"

"Heh, you already figured it out, why ask?" Feng Quan was drinking, so his mouth wasn't sealed. Normally, he wouldn't have said anything, but he was still quite wary of my wife. He was actually feeling really stifled inside. He really wanted to confide in someone about what had happened between him and his wife, partly to vent, and partly to show off. That's just how people are; they don't want to talk about bad things, but they're happy to share good things. In his mind, this was something that made him proud.

"Looks like I wasn't wrong about you. Who is she?"

Seeing that Feng Quan was about to speak, Zhou Hao took out a cigarette and naturally offered it to him, lighting it for him as he listened to his story. "I really can't say anything about other people. Since you're one of Sister Mo's people, and I invited you to come with us, I don't consider you an outsider. It's okay to tell you, but don't go around telling others." "You don't trust me?"

"...Actually, you figured it out, but I felt there was no need to hide it even when we were out of town. She's my teacher..."

Fueled by the alcohol, Feng Quan told Zhou Hao about his relationship with his wife. Zhou Hao was stunned. Although it was pretty much what he'd guessed, he was still shocked. This society is truly crazy; anything can happen. He'd only heard about it before, but today he'd witnessed a teacher-student relationship firsthand, especially one between a female teacher and a male student, and the teacher was even married. "Brother, I admire you, good job!" "Heh, there's nothing to admire about that," Feng Quan said, a little embarrassed. "I can see you're genuinely good to her; it seems you really like her." "You're right, I really like her. Otherwise, why would I pursue her under so much pressure?" "That's right, if you like someone, pursue them," Zhou Hao said with a smile. "Yes, that's what I thought back then, without any fuss." "Yes, at your age, you should have this kind of passion, but brother, I have to say a few more words for you. I wonder if you'd like to hear them?"

"What is it? Tell me." "You need to learn to control your woman, to be flexible and know when to let go. You can't go overboard with everything." "What do you mean?" "Are you afraid she'll break up with you?"

"...Yes, I am." "She always uses this to pressure you, right?"

Zhou Hao smiled and said, "...I can't help it, I like her so much, I really can't live without her." Feng Quan said, "You're making yourself too passive. You'll get more and more tired. The more you retreat with a woman, the more she'll advance. You two have been together for so long, you can try to change things up." "How can I change things up?"

"You like her, and she likes you too. From what I see, she and Mo Xiaoyan are kindred spirits. Sometimes you need to be a bit more manly in front of her, even learn to hold your temper. That way you can better manage her. Sometimes you can't just be nice to a woman; you also need to show some strength." "I think so too. Sometimes things we agreed on change their minds, and she scolds me for not being worth it. It's really depressing. Look at today, such a nice tourist spot, and she insisted on going shopping. It's infuriating!" Feng Quan took a deep drag on his cigarette and said, "Qi An, I can see you're depressed. Otherwise, I wouldn't say this, it would seem like I'm trying to sow discord between you two. Actually, I'm doing this for your own good. Why don't you just confront her?"

"I'm afraid, afraid she'll turn against me, isn't she?" Feng Quan said helplessly, "What would happen if she turned against me?"

“…Ignoring me, huh?” “Why did you pursue her? Is it just because she’s pretty?” Zhou Hao asked. “Yes, but not entirely. I can’t really say. I just like her vibe. It’s hard to explain.” “If you trust me, give it a try. Don’t be afraid she’ll turn on you. Just ignore her too, and see what happens.” “Why bother? What if she really breaks up with me?” “Look at you. If you act like this, she’ll still break up with you. It’s not just about you listening to her. You have to know how to handle a woman. Don’t worry, she won’t break up with you.” “You don’t understand her.” Feng Quan raised his head, denying Zhou Hao’s statement. “Heh, let me ask you, do you two often do that?”

Zhou Hao grinned mischievously at Feng Quan. “…Yeah, that goes without saying.” “That’s right. Actually, she can’t live without you either. You still don’t understand women.” “What do you mean?”

“Heh, it’s simple. She likes you too, and is even more afraid of losing you. When you two do that, you’re usually the one who initiates, right?”

“This…”

“I know even without you saying it, you just want to be forever controlled by her, you're always passive. You need to change, you need to give her something new.” “…”

Feng Quan looked at Zhou Hao blankly. “Actually, my point wasn’t to have you pick fights with her?”

“Then what was it?”

“There are other purposes behind this. If you keep going like this, you'll become more and more passive. Trust me, I'm telling you, when they come back, they might say something about you, you…”

Zhou Hao whispered to Feng Quan for a while. “Is it okay?”

Feng Quan said, “Look, you're a grown man, you need to be brave. You're scared of this little thing? You must have your own ideas about that area, right?”

Zhou Hao asked. “…”

Feng Quan didn't speak. “Look, I'm telling you, it will definitely be the same as what I said. You don't believe me? Just watch. You need to learn to be calm, and then you will take the initiative. Then you can try your ideas. Listen to me, I guarantee it will take you to a higher level, extremely comfortable.” Zhou Hao said with a smile. “This…”

Feng Quan said hesitantly. “Listen to me, relax.” Zhou Hao said confidently…

Chapter 21

The two sat there chatting for a while longer. Almost a whole case of beer was empty bottles, they had drunk quite a bit. At this time, Mo Xiaoyan called Zhou Hao first, saying that she had finished shopping and where she was.

Zhou Hao told them which beer house he was at with Feng Quan and that they should wait there. After saying that, he called Feng Quan to say it was time to leave. The two of them rushed to pay the bill, but Zhou Hao beat them to it. From afar, they spotted my wife and Mo Xiaoyan standing at the designated spot. Even in the crowd, they stood out; their figures and looks were eye-catching. Each of them was carrying several bags, apparently recent purchases of clothes. Mo Xiaoyan was quite surprised to see them together. "You two have been together?"

"Yes." "Oh dear, you two have been drinking, haven't you?"

My wife said "Hmm" first. Feng Quan responded expressionlessly, "What are you drinking? You reek of alcohol. How much did you drink?" My wife complained. "Then you can go shopping. You'll have plenty of fun. What am I supposed to do if I don't drink?" Feng Quan replied, "I didn't tell you to go drinking." My wife's voice also rose a little. "It's all your fault! Why did you have to take the kids drinking?" Mo Xiaoyan pointed the finger at Zhou Hao. Zhou Hao smiled and didn't say anything. Mo Xiaoyan told everyone to get in the car and go home. Then she asked Feng Quan for the car keys. Since the two of them had been drinking, she could drive. Actually, Feng Quan was naturally a heavy drinker and was used to it; drinking this much was nothing to him. He and my wife sat in the back, and he and Zhou Hao chatted loudly and laughed the whole way. The two women kept saying how annoying the two of them were. After returning to the hotel, they agreed to rest for a while. This detached villa had four bedrooms, all on the second floor, not far apart. They hadn't chosen them beforehand and had just picked them randomly. Now, back in their rooms, Mo Xiaoyan complained as soon as she entered, asking what nonsense they had been talking about. Zhou Hao insisted that he hadn't said anything, just chatted about their school days, nothing more. Mo Xiaoyan didn't say anything more, just that she was tired and wanted to rest for a while, so she lay down on the bed. Zhou Hao immediately pounced on her. Mo Xiaoyan rarely refused this kind of thing, so she didn't care about being tired, and the two of them started making love. My wife and her husband's situation was completely different. Today, my wife had advised Feng Quan to have a room by himself since there were many rooms, but Feng Quan disagreed in the morning. Now, after returning, Feng Quan said he was tired and wanted to rest for a while, so he went straight to another room. His wife thought he was drunk and didn't stop him. She, on the other hand, wasn't idle; she bought several clothes and tried them on, then felt tired and rested until dark. Mo Xiaoyan woke her up, saying the two men were waiting on the first floor and it was time to go have dinner. His wife then changed and came out. She dressed more casually that night, wearing hot pants, taking off her stockings, and wearing sandals barefoot.

Feng Quan and Zhou Hao were smoking in the living room; the four of them went to a street food stall. That evening, his wife felt something was strange. Feng Quan kept trying to touch her, one moment and another, while Zhou Hao and Mo Xiaoyan were more open, holding hands frequently, and Zhou Hao often put his arm around Mo Xiaoyan, becoming more intimate. Feng Quan, however, seemed dull. Everything else was normal; he was even more talkative than the day before, except he wasn't touching her anymore. His wife didn't think much of it at first. After dinner, everyone offered suggestions. Zhou Hao mentioned that he'd heard the hotel's swimming pool was excellent, and suggested they go for a swim. No one objected. They went to the swimming pool, and it was indeed quite nice; there were also small hot springs nearby, and it wasn't crowded. Everyone changed their clothes; the wife and Mo Xiaoyan went into the hot springs, while the two men went swimming. The two women chatted about unrelated things when suddenly the wife asked Mo Xiaoyan, "You and him seem pretty good together." Mo Xiaoyan didn't deny it, only saying, "Let's see how it goes." His wife said, "You're not getting any younger; you should start thinking about this seriously."

As they were chatting, Zhou Hao came ashore and walked over, immediately sitting in the pool. He put his arm around Mo Xiaoyan, seemingly in a very good mood, and casually chatted about the environment in Hainan. At first, my wife didn't notice, but later, seeing the two getting increasingly intimate, she felt a little embarrassed and wondered if she was getting in the way. So she got up and said she was going swimming, not wanting to disturb them. However, she wasn't very interested in swimming, so she just sat on the edge of the pool. Feng Quan, on the other hand, was full of energy in the water, clearly having received professional training. His movements were very fluid, and he, with his excellent physique, swam powerfully and quickly in the water like a dragon. My wife was unconsciously captivated by his performance; Feng Quan's vitality was what attracted her. At this moment, Feng Quan finished his lap and came ashore, but he stood a certain distance away from her. Once ashore, his physique was on full display. At his age, it was clear he regularly underwent professional training; his eight-pack abs and pectoral muscles were naturally defined, his shoulders broad and back wide, a classic inverted triangle physique. His long legs, though slightly slender, still showed clearly defined muscle lines in his thighs, giving him a powerful and energetic stride, as if a small whirlwind was stirring wherever he went. He wore black swim trunks that clung tightly to his genitals, the crotch area powerfully pushing the trunks up to create a striking mound. The trunks seemed to enhance the appearance of his genitals; his penis was certainly not erect, yet it still created such a magnificent peak. The trunks seemed to be wearing thinner at the edges, the material noticeably thinner in that area.

Wouldn't the trunks rip apart instantly under his masculine strength once he became erect? My wife, of course, knew how enormous Feng Quan's penis was; she was even shocked when she first saw it, secretly wondering if her own penis could accommodate such a massive thing.

Now, this magnificent and mischievous fellow frequently visits her body. Although it looks fierce, the feeling of fullness when it penetrates her is indescribably comfortable—a most pleasurable kind of pain. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but blush. Her nipples had already quietly become erect, and she felt a tingling sensation in her upper body. Her breasts began to swell as if inflated, and then her lower body began to surge, a warm current rising from her lower abdomen to her genitals. The tight swimsuit clung even more to her body, as if being caressed. My wife suddenly felt hot all over, an irrepressible emotion spreading throughout her body. The heat inside her vagina had already poured out, and the entire vaginal wall was filled with a tingling sensation. This feeling made her weak all over, her eyes glazed over, and her breathing labored. Now, all she could see was Feng Quan's image. If she hadn't retained some reason, she would have wanted to collapse on the edge of the pool and let Feng Quan ravage her. She thought Feng Quan would come over and sit beside her, taking the opportunity to steal a few gropes at her alluring figure, protected by her swimsuit. She hoped he would do that, even if she pretended to scold him seriously, she would still be happy inside, because it would relieve her current physical discomfort. But Feng Quan didn't do that. He just stood there doing exercises, seemingly professionally trained, his body still very supple and powerful. His wife felt embarrassed to stare at his physique, yet she couldn't help but steal glances. She felt ashamed of her own thoughts, but her body's resistance was unbearable.

But Feng Quan didn't seem to notice at all, continuing his exercises as if displaying his physique. His wife was now on the verge of needing his care, both physically and mentally. So, she gestured for Feng Quan, who was not far away, to come over. Feng Quan saw this and walked over, looking down to ask, "What's wrong?"

"I'm cold, I want to go back." "Oh, can you go back first? I want to exercise for a while longer." "You go back too." "Let me swim a little longer, I feel uncomfortable all over after two days without exercise." The wife didn't expect Feng Quan to refuse to go back with her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable in her current physical state. So, she didn't say anything, but she didn't go back either, still sitting on the shore, because it wouldn't be good to go back alone. But the longer she sat there, the more uncomfortable she felt looking at Feng Quan. This boy was so handsome, she liked him more and more. His figure, physique, and appearance were almost perfect. If only she were ten years younger...

The wife looked at Feng Quan, the surge of passion in her body didn't subside, her body was constantly warming up. She really hoped that she could be alone with him now, and let him hold her tightly. She enjoyed the feeling of her strength disappearing instantly when he held her tightly. How happy it would be to fall into his arms, feeling weak and powerless. But today, she didn't know what was wrong with him, he had so much energy, swimming endlessly. If only he used this energy on her. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but blush, ashamed of her thoughts.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoyan called her over, Zhou Hao got up and went back to the pool, and my wife returned to the hot spring.

The two chatted casually for a while. About an hour later, Feng Quan reluctantly came up the hot spring and decided to go back to the hotel. My wife was a little angry because it was getting late. The group discussed that they were all tired after a long day and should go back to rest early. So they all went to their rooms. Leaving Mo Xiaoyan aside, let's talk about my wife and Feng Quan. She thought that after entering the room, Feng Quan would impatiently pin her down on the bed as he did every day, followed by a crazy storm of passion. However, to her surprise, Feng Quan kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed, saying, "Ugh, I'm exhausted after this day." "..."

My wife didn't say anything. "Aren't you tired?"

Feng Quan asked my wife, "I'm fine." My wife's mood dropped significantly. "Then let's rest. We're going to play tomorrow." Feng Quan said, "Okay, you go to sleep first, I'll be back in a bit." "Okay, you hurry up too." Feng Quan said casually and pulled the blanket over his head. My wife was very unhappy, but she couldn't say anything. She was really angry at Feng Quan. She needed him now, and he was sleeping. She couldn't vent her anger, but she was unwilling to just sleep like that. Feng Quan's swimming earlier was a temptation for her. The strong desire from earlier couldn't be suppressed so easily. Looking at Feng Quan's strong body, she felt a kind of scratching sensation. Another undercurrent surged in her vagina. She really couldn't bear it. She didn't even know when her desire had become so strong. There was no way around it; it seemed the more he acted this way, the stronger her body's reaction became. Her vaginal fluids had already overflowed, and every inch of her skin felt taut. She even felt a tightness in the tip of her tongue. She longed for Feng Quan to get up and kiss her forcefully, while his strong hands carefully caressed her body. She even hoped he would be a little more frenzied, especially her breasts, which seemed to be on the verge of saturation. Even a slight breeze could send electric shocks through her nipples. If his large hands were to land on her breasts now, it would be an exquisite pleasure. My wife was really finding it hard to bear. Normally, Feng Quan never said he was tired and wanted to rest; it was always her who said she was tired. But today was different. In the past, no matter how late or what the situation, as long as they were together, Feng Quan would never stop until he had driven her to the brink of madness. She almost always had to seriously say she was tired before he would stop; begging didn't even work.

This had never changed. She believed that tonight's passionate and stormy show would continue, and she was mentally prepared, even thinking that she could let him do it to her a few more times tonight. To her surprise, Feng Quan said he was tired and wanted to rest as soon as he got back.

She didn't want to disturb him; firstly, he was probably genuinely tired, and secondly, she was a little embarrassed. But unfortunately, her body was just too uncooperative today, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't calm down. So, she went to the bedside and lay down next to Feng Quan. He didn't seem to be fully asleep yet. She gently stretched out her arms and put them around his neck. Feng Quan didn't say anything, as if nothing had happened. "Are you asleep?"

she asked softly. "Yeah, almost asleep," Feng Quan said groggily. "Are you that sleepy? I'm not sleepy yet. Get up and keep me company for a while," she said sweetly. "Oh, I'm really too tired. Maybe tomorrow," Feng Quan turned over. She didn't say anything, but just hugged him tighter and gently kissed his cheek. She wouldn't have done this if she wasn't feeling unwell. But Feng Quan didn't react, turned over, and said, "Stop it, let's rest." This time, she was really angry and sat up from the bed!

"Are you really that tired?"

She pushed him, complaining, "I'm so tired today, please, let me rest." Feng Quan said impatiently, "What's bothering you!"

His wife heard his tone, "Can I sleep for a while?"

"Looks like you're not tired, you're just upset!" His wife noticed. "...Fine, I'm going to sleep." Feng Quan said impatiently, "Explain yourself clearly, what do you mean?" "What do you mean?" "What did I do?" His wife said, puzzled, "Why did you take off your socks when you came back tonight?" "I wore them all day and I'm tired, I need to rest." His wife got even angrier when she heard this, "You promised me you wouldn't keep your word!" "What did I promise you? I never promised you I would!" His wife was also getting emotional. "Fine, you're always right, okay!" Feng Quan stopped talking, stood up and walked out of the room. This had never happened before. He looked like he had been holding back for a long time. He didn't want to get angry here, so she simply ignored him, opened the door, and went outside to sit for a while.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, he heard Mo Xiaoyan's exaggerated moans mixed with Zhou Hao's panting. Hearing that the two were in the heat of battle, he had originally intended to calm himself down and cool his own desires, but this only seemed to add fuel to the fire. His wife, hearing Mo Xiaoyan's moans of both pain and excitement, experienced an even stronger reaction. She truly envied her, being able to enjoy such pampering from her lover. The skin of her vaginal walls was unbearably itchy from the gushing fluid, and her breasts were still forcefully pounding against her bra. If Feng Quan's strong, powerful penis could enter her body now, she would feel like she was soaring to the heavens. Just thinking about how his penis was always so thick... Zhuang slowly spread open her vaginal opening, then the glans of his penis slowly rubbed against the skin inside her vagina. The friction made her feel like she was being electrocuted...

Thinking about this made her even angrier. She went straight outside. It was already late at night, and everything was quiet except for the sound of waves crashing in the distance. The climate here was indeed nice; the humidity and temperature were very comfortable. There seemed to be no dust in the air, and the fragrant scent of tropical plants filled her nostrils with each breath. She stood outside, lost in thought, her mind a little confused. "Heh, not sleepy?"

Mo Xiaoyan's voice came from behind her, startling her. "Why are you out here too?"

"If you're out here, why wouldn't I keep you company?"

"Weren't you busy?"

his wife asked with a smile. "I just finished and heard you leave." "I'm fine, you go back and rest." "Did Feng Quan upset you tonight?"

It seemed nothing could hide from Mo Xiaoyan. "...No, I just couldn't sleep and came out for a walk," his wife said somewhat embarrassedly. "You still want to hide it from me? Sit down and tell me." Mo Xiaoyan casually sat down on a stone bench by the roadside. "..." His wife

and he had the fewest secrets between them, so he decided to tell her what had just happened. "Honey, there are some things I really don't want to say, but I feel like I really can't keep quiet." Mo Xiaoyan was silent for a while after listening and then said, "What?" his wife asked. "You really like him now, right?" "No." "You can't hide that from me?" "Sometimes, as a woman, you can't be too domineering. You have to have a balance. Too tight is no good, too loose is no good. You can't always be so high and mighty. Sometimes you have to lower your stance a little." "...I just..." "It's not worth it." "Actually, it's the same for everyone, not just him. You need to learn to manage men; you can't always force them to do things. If you ask me, Feng Quan has been doing really well these past few days, taking care of you in every way. You always deliberately boss him around in front of others; anyone would get annoyed after a while." "He's willing." "Yes, but you can't always be like this. Gentleness is a woman's true nature. If you don't want to give him up now, then stop acting like this, or you'll be the one who gets hurt." "Then what should I do?" "Sometimes you need to take care of him too. You can't just think about what he should do. You're a woman; you need to learn to make him more comfortable..." Mo Xiaoyan said. "How do you suggest I do it?" "Hey, you, let me tell you, you need to learn more. It's not just about lying there and letting him get on top of you. If you like him, you also need to know how to take care of him and make him more comfortable. Women should be more womanly. Let me tell you..." Mo Xiaoyan whispered to his wife. His wife blushed after hearing this, shook her head, and said, "Impossible! I'm not like you!"

Mo Xiaoyan laughed and said, "Think about it carefully. Actually, it's enjoyable for you, not as sordid as you think. Of course, if you find it boring with him and don't like him anymore, then you can dump him, and I'll be even happier.

" "I... I definitely won't do what you say," his wife said shyly. "Tonight's matter is the problem, isn't it? Nobody can always be like that. You've tasted the feeling of being ignored, haven't you? That's why I said you need to change." "Never mind, I won't say anymore," his wife said. "You should also change your temper. A woman needs to have both a strong side and a gentle side. Since you two have this kind of relationship, you can't always be high and mighty. Gentleness is also a woman's strongest weapon. Sometimes men need to be obedient." "..."

His wife didn't say anything. "Don't leave the hotel. I'm going back first. Think about it carefully." Mo Xiaoyan patted his wife's shoulder. "Okay," his wife didn't respond much. She stayed outside alone for a while, replaying the events with Feng Quan in her mind like a movie. At first, she thought he was just a naive and absurd child, but now he's become like this.

This boy is indeed very charming. She doesn't know when she really fell for him. Being with him makes her feel younger, and life is more passionate…

Thinking about tonight's events, she felt an indescribable sadness. Feng Quan had never acted like this before. Regarding sexual desire, she never needed to express it; Feng Quan always took the initiative. But today, he used being tired as an excuse, and later seemed so impatient. Was it really because she was too domineering that he was disgusted? Did he no longer like her as much? Had his passion faded? Thinking of this, her nose stung, and tears almost fell. Did she really need to change? Maybe she really did, if she didn't want to lose him. She had always been obedient to him, which was quite difficult for this severely rebellious boy. Now, she truly couldn't bear to leave him. Perhaps Xiao Yan was right; she needed to make some changes. After all, he was a vibrant, passionate young man, and she should consider his feelings. Thinking of this, she stood up. Feng Quan must be asleep already; she should rest too. Perhaps she really needed to make some changes, but that was for later. Just as she was about to turn and walk towards the room, a figure appeared in front of her. It was familiar; it was Feng Quan. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, which she thought was a bit chilly for the night, but it only accentuated his strength and vitality. Feng Quan took two steps to her and then firmly grasped her hand. "Why did you come out alone? Let's go back," he said gently. "..." His

wife didn't speak, but she felt a lump in her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes. This was truly unexpected; she hadn't expected Feng Quan to come looking for her so quickly. "Let's go back," Feng Quan said in a low, sincere voice. "...You're so annoying," his wife said, her voice trembling slightly. Feng Quan then pulled her into his arms, putting his left arm around her shoulder and leading her towards the room. Actually, how could Feng Quan not want to make love to her? He had only done so on purpose after listening to Zhou Hao's advice that afternoon. But after his wife left, he regretted it. He felt he shouldn't have acted impulsively after drinking and listened to Zhou Hao's advice to deliberately ignore her. Although he was indeed dissatisfied with some of his wife's behavior at times, he really couldn't live without her now. So the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. When he saw that his wife hadn't returned, he quickly went out to look for her. Unexpectedly, he saw her as soon as he went out, so he felt relieved. Seeing that his wife was quite compliant and didn't get angry, he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. It seemed that what Zhou Hao said made some sense. He had given her a little taste of her own medicine, but she didn't dare to do anything. Instead, she obediently came back with him. He didn't waste too many words. "It's so late. We have to get up early tomorrow. Let's rest. Come on, lie down." Feng Quan said to her in a very calm tone. "Okay, I'll go wash up." His wife went to the bathroom, and Feng Quan lay down on the bed to wait for her. In fact, when he was with her, he didn't want to miss any opportunity to make love to her, even if he was tired. A while later, his wife came out, and he was immediately struck by her unexpected appearance. She had changed into a one-piece nightgown, and to his surprise, she was wearing stockings again. Even in the dim light, it was clear that the black stockings were conspicuously exposed beneath her dress – a truly unexpected signal. He had assumed his wife would punish him tonight, forbidding him from touching her and making things difficult for him for a while. But instead, she had put on stockings at this moment, and the meaning was obvious. They had

argued about this earlier, and his wife had never apologized to him before, but this action clearly signaled remorse, which made Feng Quan somewhat delighted. My wife lay down next to him and whispered, "Are you getting a little annoyed with me?"

"...No," Feng Quan replied, his mind already in turmoil. His wife was wearing a light blue nightgown, a low-cut short skirt, a sliver of white lace partially concealing her breasts, revealing a deep cleavage. The skirt hem was ten centimeters above her knees, her long, straight legs naturally exposed, tightly wrapped in black stockings. These legs weren't just limbs; they were a masterpiece. In the soft, dim light of the room, she appeared even more stunning, beautiful without being vulgar, alluring without being gaudy.

Her natural beauty was irresistible; every part of her radiated feminine charm. Even just lying there, she could captivate any man's heart.

Actually, his wife's thoughts differed from Feng Quan's. Feng Quan's appearance had been perfectly timed; otherwise, she would have been racking her brains trying to defuse the situation.

Feng Quan is equally alluring in my wife's eyes. His casual attire cannot hide his well-built physique. Whenever my wife sees him, her heart races. Especially in the pool just now, she was completely out of control, her sensitive parts all over her body reacting. Her swimsuit seemed to be tightening around her body, pushing her to the brink of losing control.

She didn't intentionally take off her stockings; it was just that the soft, comfortable material of the stockings kept rubbing against her inner thighs, making her feel overly comfortable. The soft, comfortable sensation in her lower body caused her nipples to naturally become erect, and the slight rubbing from her bra sent a tingling sensation through her body, especially since she could see him every moment. However, she didn't want her body to be in that state all the time. When out and about, she should focus on relaxing during the day and not dwell on this. So, when Feng Quan wasn't around at the mall, she simply took them off, hoping to relax and avoid being constantly anxious about them. But she hadn't expected Feng Quan to actually get angry. Actually, she had always thought Feng Quan was upset because of this, but she hadn't realized it was something Zhou Hao had said to him. She initially wanted to ignore him, but Xiao Yan's words made her think more deeply. Indeed, she really liked him; the feeling he gave her was indescribable. So, when she got back, she decided to make a statement by putting on a new pair of black stockings and changing into pajamas, as if to appease him a little, as Mo Xiao Yan had suggested.

Seeing this scene, Feng Quan could no longer control himself. He reached out and hugged my wife tightly, then frantically pressed his lips to hers. He didn't even bother to find a specific part to kiss. In fact, he had been holding back all day, and after the little incident that night, coupled with his wife's current charm, his desire could no longer be controlled. At first, his lips were slightly pursed as if making a kissing gesture, but he was now kissing indiscriminately on all parts of my wife's body. Her lips, cheeks, chin, forehead... almost all of them were marked with his saliva. The initial kisses were obviously not enough to satisfy him, and soon he turned the kisses into licks, sticking out his tongue, which was proportional to his body. Feng Quan's tongue, like his body, was not only long but also powerful. In fact, the tongue is the most powerful muscle in the human body. His tongue is covered with a layer of soft little thorns, mixed with some sticky saliva. Touching any part of his wife's body can make her tremble all over, not to mention his seemingly trained, flexible and powerful licking. Now, in my wife's eyes, Feng Quan's tongue is also one of his great treasures, second only to his penis. When Feng Quan kisses her passionately, his hands are not waiting in place. They have already launched a fierce attack on her body. It is the rhythm, strength, and even the parts that my wife is familiar with. His hands first tightly grasp her breasts, and then begin to ravage them in the rhythm that my wife is familiar with, gently grabbing and wildly kneading. My wife has been craving this feeling for several hours. She doesn't know when she started to particularly like Feng Quan playing with her breasts like this. Usually, before Feng Quan touches her, her breasts are already in a state of excitement. The feeling of swelling is very comfortable, but it is also mixed with a lot of anxiety and thirst. Her breasts are desperately swelling up, and she can even feel her bra straps tightening and starting to constrict her shoulders. Her nipples were erect with all her might. Once her breasts were in this state, even the slightest touch from Feng Quan would instantly drain all her strength, let alone the force and technique he used, which was exactly what she liked. The moment he touched her, he felt the nerves concentrated in her breasts spread rapidly, and her entire breasts went numb as if electrocuted. "Ohhhh!"

she cried out uncontrollably, her body fully relaxed. Feng Quan knew that as soon as his wife made this sound, it meant she was completely aroused. His wife now enjoyed this state of being. She was becoming increasingly sensitive to Feng Quan; the feeling of her body going limp was truly wonderful, and she needed his caresses to match. The process of Feng Quan kissing and caressing her was so pleasurable. It was only since being with him that she had felt the urge for a man to touch her.

As his attacks became increasingly "unrestrained," his wife felt her body growing hotter and hotter, her vagina becoming wet, and a stream of nectar flowing out. She began to feel short of breath, as Feng Quan's attacks intensified her desire. Her body's reaction meant that the oxygen she inhaled couldn't keep up with the consumption of her desire. Her eyes grew increasingly hazy, and her vaginal reaction became stronger and stronger. She couldn't take it anymore; her entire vagina felt incredibly empty, and she needed to be filled. "Oh~! Ah..."

His wife let out another seductive moan, a genuine reaction from the bottom of her heart. This was her attitude towards Feng Quan now; she always inexplicably wanted to show him her vulnerable, feminine side. Feng Quan had already moved his exceptionally talented tongue to her lower body. His wife's previous moan seemed to be a response to his impending visit to her most comfortable spot. He had already undressed her during his earlier rough handling, and now he took the opportunity to completely strip her body. His wife intentionally cooperated with his actions, slightly raising her body. She was now topless, her full, round breasts exposed to the light, while her lower body was covered by black pantyhose and a white lace bra. Although it wasn't the first time, she was still somewhat shy in front of Feng Quan, slightly turning to the side to cover her breasts with her arms, her legs pressed tightly together. Feng Quan seemed unable to get enough of this sight.

Chapter 22

Summary: Last time, when the four of them came to Sanya, Zhou Hao mentioned to Mo Xiaoyan that he suspected his wife and Feng Quan of having an improper relationship. Mo Xiaoyan brushed it off and reminded him not to gossip. The next afternoon, while his wife and Mo went shopping, Zhou Hao and Feng Quan were drinking merrily at a bar. Disliking his wife's fussiness and nagging, Zhou shared his secrets to controlling women with Feng. Feng, however, didn't take it to heart and, fueled by alcohol, argued with his wife. He later apologized, and the two reconciled. Back in their room, they had a passionate encounter, leaving his wife so satisfied she cried. Unbeknownst

to them, someone was outside the door… In this small detached villa, you can easily guess who it was. Zhou Hao, who had wanted to rest after his encounter with Mo Xiaoyan, found himself wide awake after their passionate night. The two rooms were spaced apart to avoid disturbing each other, and with the doors closed, they were barely audible, so they didn't seem to care.

In truth, Mo and Zhou were each in a relationship for their own reasons. Mo frequently changed boyfriends; she was used to being dumped and dumped, and she was quite open-minded. Since someone was pursuing her, and she didn't dislike him, she figured she could just keep him company and have someone to hang out with. She hadn't considered marriage

anyway. Mo Xiaoyan understood Zhou's thinking perfectly well. Besides his attraction to her beauty, he had a deeper reason: he was a struggling artist in Beijing, not from there. Everyone knew how tough life was for those who came from out of town, so he wanted to find someone to rely on, someone to truly settle down in the city. It was incredibly difficult to succeed on his own, but marrying a girl from Beijing would significantly shorten his struggle. He was pragmatic, but understandable.

Mo Xiaoyan understood this perfectly well, but she wasn't afraid. Having experienced so much, she was confident she could handle him. Whether Zhou Hao was genuine or not, he was exceptionally good to her, always obedient, and they could even understand each other. Unlike some men who, no matter how good-looking or otherwise, lacked any understanding and couldn't even understand a joke, Mo Xiaoyan found such men extremely annoying. Zhou Hao, at least, was quite intelligent. So this made Mo Xiaoyan feel quite content. Having someone like this wasn't bad; at least he was a playmate. Mo Xiaoyan was now confused about what love felt like. She didn't even know if she could still love. Men were all pretty much the same; it was hard for anyone to move her again, unless…

Tonight, things were no different from usual. Mo Xiaoyan was experienced in this area and was open-minded about everything. Zhou Hao was familiar with her too. After a scene, most men were exhausted but satisfied. He knew that while they were in the middle of things, someone had walked by outside. He recognized Tong Xue's voice and then heard someone coming downstairs. Mo Xiaoyan didn't mention it, so he pretended not to hear. Afterward, Mo Xiaoyan got dressed and went out, saying she had something to discuss with Tong Xue. Zhou Hao didn't ask any further questions.

He lay in bed, wide awake. Not long after, Mo Xiaoyan returned, saying she was exhausted and should rest. Zhou Hao didn't agree, getting straight to the point:

"Did you two have a fight?"

"No."

"You think you can hide that from me?"

"Can you stop pretending to be so smart?"

"Should I pretend to be stupid?"

"Be smart when you need to be, and don't ask questions you should

n't." "Anyone can see through this. What's there to hide? I'm not a stranger."

"Stop trying to make things up. Are you crazy?" Mo Xiaoyan said impatiently.

"Fine, I'll make things up. Why are you being so mysterious?"

"Stop talking nonsense and go to sleep." Mo Xiaoyan was too lazy to talk to him anymore. Zhou

Hao didn't want to sleep. His conversation with Feng Quan during the day had made him quite curious about this matter. He had only heard about it before, but this time he had actually seen it.

Judging from the way the two were arguing, Feng Quan was even less willing to sleep after listening to him. He wanted to have a cigarette, so he got up and went outside. Just as he reached the corridor, he faintly heard his wife's painful and ecstatic moans coming from that room. This startled him, so he went to the door of that room. Actually, the two had just finished at that time, so there was no more moaning. Just as he was concentrating and wanted to hear more, someone behind him... He was startled when he realized

he'd been patted on the shoulder. He quickly turned around and

saw Mo Xiaoyan staring at him coldly. This caught him completely off guard; he hadn't expected her to be awake and to have come out so quietly. He was momentarily at a loss. Mo Xiaoyan gave him a look, signaling him to go back to his room. Zhou Hao awkwardly followed her back.

"You're a grown man, don't you find this boring?" Mo Xiaoyan rarely got angry, and even when she was, she spoke calmly, but her tone was unsettling.

"...I'm going out for a smoke."

"Do you have to go to someone's door to smoke?"

"...I asked you but you wouldn't tell me. I just happened to hear the noise when I came out, so I just went over to take a look. I'm just curious." Zhou Hao said with a smile,

"I advise you to be more honest and stop overthinking." "

What's wrong with that? We're all adults, it's normal."

"Let me tell you, watch your head and watch your mouth."

"Really, is it that serious?"

"No means no. Don't ask me about this again." Mo Xiaoyan said seriously and then lay down without saying anything more. Actually, given her personality, she had wanted to break up with him a long time ago, but she didn't want to make things unpleasant over this and it would be bad for my wife.

After persuading my wife to come back, she wasn't sleepy. She only made an excuse to rest because she was afraid that Zhou Hao would ask about this. But not long after she lay down, Zhou Hao went out. She didn't move at first, but went out after a while. She deliberately walked lightly. As soon as she went out, she saw Zhou Hao at the door. She didn't go over immediately, but stood at one end watching him. But when she heard my wife's voice, she felt a little embarrassed. She didn't expect her best friend to be like this. So she patted Zhou Hao on the shoulder, not wanting him to hear too much, even though she knew he understood what was going on. She didn't want him to pay attention to it; she always felt it was a potential problem.

The third day's itinerary was relaxed, with no tight schedule and no need to get up too early. They had planned to stay at a hotel near Yalong Bay that night, where there was a famous Hainanese restaurant. Feng Quan said he always ate there when he came to Sanya, as it was particularly authentic and delicious, and his family loved it. So, they chose to have lunch there on their last day. Feng Quan arrived smoothly in the rented car, showing he was indeed very familiar with the area.

Lunch was as usual. The four of them were now more familiar with each other, so their conversation was much more relaxed. The restaurant was indeed very unique; except for Feng Quan, the other three were visiting for the first time, and the flavors were definitely different.

Feng Quan and Zhou Hao were closer, and the two of them, calling each other brothers, clinked glasses and drank. They'd only eaten half the meal, and four bottles of beer were already empty, mostly drunk by the two of them. My wife reminded Feng Quan to drink less, and although he agreed, he kept asking the waiter for more. Finally, the two women had finished their meal, and the two men were enjoying their drinks.

"Are you done yet? This is the last bottle!" My wife said seriously when she saw Feng Quan asking the waiter for more beer.

"Oh, we don't have anything planned for today, my brother and I are just having a good time, why can't we drink?" Feng Quan said reproachfully, placing his hand on her thigh.

"How old are you? You can't drink so much!" My wife moved her leg away embarrassedly, then said seriously to him.

At this moment, Zhou Hao smiled mysteriously and shook his head. This seemed like an insignificant detail, but Feng Quan noticed it.

"Stop bringing up my age! My parents don't care if I drink!" Feng Quan muttered impatiently.

"...Just because your parents don't care doesn't mean you should be afraid!" His wife, of course, heard him. She frowned and said firmly,

"We're planning to go for a walk on Yalong Bay beach this afternoon. You guys should stop now. It's the last day. You can drink anywhere, right?" Mo Xiaoyan quickly smoothed things over,

"Your sister's right. Let's stop here. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. When you're out having fun, listen to your sister." Zhou Hao also chimed in with a smile,

"You guys finish your drinks... " "This bottle, then come out. Wait for you at the swing outside." He immediately stood up, pulled my wife's arm, and the two of them went out together.

Mo Xiaoyan understood why my wife was angry. They had finally come out of town together, hoping Feng Quan could spend more time with her. Here, everything could be relaxed and carefree. But Feng Quan was sometimes too childish and immature. He could drink anywhere, but these three days were precious to them. However, they couldn't say anything in front of outsiders, so my wife was very unhappy.

"How annoying!" my wife said as soon as they came out.

"You're a teacher, don't you know men have a rebellious streak, especially at this age?" Mo Xiaoyan said,

"I just couldn't take it anymore."

"If you can't take it anymore, why don't you break up with him? Let's fly back to Beijing now."

"...It's really hot here. Beijing must be at its coldest right now," his wife changed the subject.

"If it's hot, don't wear stockings all the time. Aren't you hot wearing them all the time?" Mo Xiaoyan said.

"...It's a bit cold if I take them off," his wife said.

"You, always doing this to me. If you're willing to cater to my preferences, at least respect them a little." Mo Xiaoyan grinned mischievously, looking at her legs

, and said that his wife was wearing a bright yellow floral dress today. It was very bright and colorful. The top was short-sleeved and very form-fitting, revealing a little bit of cleavage at the chest. The waist was naturally fitted, making her waistline appear almost perfect. The way the clothes were displayed perfectly accentuated her magnificent breasts. These breasts were truly impeccable, not only full but also so vibrant. Even under the constraints of her bra, they deliberately maintained a proud and upright posture. The material of her clothes was slightly transparent in the sunlight from behind, revealing the two thin straps of her white bra deeply embedded in her body. My wife wasn't deliberately posing; she was simply maintaining a relaxed and casual posture. But even so, any man who saw these breasts at that moment would find it impossible to resist the urge to touch them.

The hem of her skirt fell about ten centimeters below her knees. Although it was a bit too long, it still revealed her beautiful legs. Her calves were rounded and straight, and the little bit of fat on them served only to flatter her figure, without adding any unnecessary weight. She was wearing flesh-colored stockings that tightly hugged her calves. The stockings seemed to fit perfectly, showcasing their flattering effect. Any thinner and they would sag, creating loose wrinkles and appearing messy and uneven. Any thicker and the stockings would stretch too much, making the silk thinner and diminishing their alluring beauty.

But my wife's legs are naturally so perfectly sized; the stockings on her legs seem to work their magic, adding a layer of soft, ethereal beauty to her legs. A silver anklet adorns her left ankle, also hidden inside the stockings—a detail that reveals her meticulous nature and love of beauty. She wears white, flat flip-flops, embellished with a pink pearl at the top center. Her toenails are painted a light pink, and because of the flip-flops, it's very obvious she's wearing stockings. Her toes shimmer with a soft pink glow beneath the stockings; only stockings can give her feet this appearance. Even though they're at the very bottom, her feet naturally attract men's attention. When men look at her feet… His gaze would naturally linger for a moment longer; this required a man of refinement.

Mo Xiaoyan was referring to my wife's attire, especially her stockings. She knew from what happened at her house last time that Feng Quan liked stockings, and my wife dressed like this entirely to please him.

"You're annoying, stop being so cheeky!" my wife said shyly.

Mo Xiaoyan smiled, also able to see that my wife had unintentionally revealed her true feelings. She was deeply in love with Feng Quan; it was a genuine emotion. Thinking of this, a shadow fell over her heart. She had said everything she needed to say; further words were pointless. Now it seemed she could only take it one step at a time, deciding how to handle things as they arose.

Although Feng Quan and Zhou Hao were no longer under their supervision, my wife's... Leaving in a huff was a form of rebellion, which naturally had a significant impact on Feng Quan. His main reason for coming out was to have my wife spend more time with him. Yesterday, Zhou Hao had advised him to show women a little assertiveness and not to be too lenient, as that would only make him more passive and counterproductive. Changing his approach might have unexpected benefits.

Feng Quan, after drinking and harboring some resentment towards my wife, did as he was told, deliberately arguing with her in public and then intentionally ignoring her that night. But seeing my wife leave made him feel terrible. He hadn't intended to do all this out of spite, but seeing her gone made him feel uneasy. However, he also thought about how my wife sometimes treated him... Despite his arrogant attitude and some inner turmoil, Feng Quan lingered for a while, but ultimately couldn't resist the allure of my wife's importance to him. He went out and brought her back.

Feng Quan wasn't old, but he'd had countless women, and his strong personality meant he feared no one. He never apologized to his ex-girlfriends after arguments, but with my wife, he readily admitted defeat. Although this still bothered him, he seemed to have gotten used to it lately, always being completely submissive.

My wife's behavior upon their return pleased him, a small reward in itself. She willingly put on his favorite stockings, and the act was very comfortable, which balanced his mind.

At this moment, Zhou Hao noticed Feng Quan's distracted state and knew what was wrong .

"What's wrong? Brother? Let's drink!"

"Oh, come on, Brother Zhou," Feng Quan raised his glass.

"Heh, you're still too young, too easily offended."

"What's wrong?" Feng Quan said,

"Scared again?" "

..." Feng Quan remained silent.

"I'm telling you, it's okay, listen to me," Zhou Hao said confidently.

"...I know."

"You still don't believe me? Didn't you do a good job yesterday? Nothing happened, right?"

"...You don't know, I went out to find her," Feng Quan briefly explained the situation.

"What you did was right. Didn't I tell you, a real man can bend and stretch, he needs to be flexible and in control; that's what makes him more interesting."

"But I like her, and I don't want to play mind games with her. I just want to be with her."

"That's not right. This isn't about playing mind games; it's about learning to socialize. You need to learn to socialize with everyone you interact with. If you just stick to your own way of interacting with her, you might not achieve the results you want. After all, you're two different people."

"Then I..."

"Listen to me. Look at yesterday, and today she was being difficult with you again in front of us at dinner. You can tolerate this for a while, but can you endure it forever? We're men; we'll get annoyed sooner or later. So don't wait until you can't take it anymore, then it'll be too late. You need to learn how to understand her personality and how to socialize with her.

" "...What else can I do?"

"Listen to me, I'll tell you. Come on, let's have a drink."

The two clinked glasses, then each lit a cigarette. Zhou Hao began to whisper to Feng Quan...

My wife and Mo sat outside for a while. Seeing that the two still hadn't come out, my wife became a little impatient and started grumbling about Feng Quan again. She thought he was too inconsiderate and wanted to go in to find him, but Mo stopped her, telling her not to make a scene. He said, "Let's just drink. They'll definitely come out soon. There are fruit vendors outside. Let's go out and take a look." Just as they were about to leave, the two came out.

Feng Quan acted as if nothing had happened and walked over, saying, "Let's go to Yalong Bay Scenic Area first. There are a lot of fun things there. We don't need to rest at noon, right?" All three said they didn't need to rest. After Mo Xiaoyan's persuasion, the wife didn't want to argue with him anymore. Since it was over, they should pretend that what had just happened hadn't happened.

Anyone who has been there knows that the scenery of Yalong Bay is breathtaking and needs no further description. It wasn't peak tourist season yet, but the beach was already crowded with tourists of all kinds. Most of them were couples, some of whom looked like husband and wife, while others clearly had illicit relationships. There were also a few small vendors on the beach selling various seashell ornaments and fruits to tourists. Some even offered to take photos with marine life for a fee. It was quite lively. People came here to relax and enjoy themselves.

The four of them first found a spot on the beach to sit and rest for a while, enjoying the natural scenery of the waves and sunshine. Zhou Hao, whether intentionally or unintentionally, seemed very close to Mo Xiaoyan, always holding her hand. Feng Quan felt uncomfortable watching this. Although he had confessed to Zhou Hao about his relationship with his wife, he didn't dare show it in front of her, mainly because his wife wouldn't allow it. But his wife was so alluring; not touching her was pure torture.

"Let's not sit here anymore; it's a waste of time," Feng Quan suggested, pointing out that there were many interesting things to do. The four of them got up together and strolled along the beach. Actually, his wife was also feeling very uncomfortable at this moment. Feng Quan was right in front of her. His clothes were simple: blue beach shorts, a white sleeveless vest, and his arms were dark and strong with clearly defined muscle lines. His legs under the shorts were covered with a thick layer of hair, which curled up and almost completely covered the skin on his legs. His calves looked exceptionally strong and hard. His steps were powerful and forceful, and the footprints he left on the sand were even deeper than those of an average person. Under the sunlight, his angular face looked even more heroic.

As she walked, her stockings rubbed against her body. She felt that her body was tightly bound by them, and every part of her body was very sensitive. The soft and silky friction produced by the slightest movement made her feel a unique kind of comfort. Looking at Feng Quan in front of her, her vagina uncontrollably gushed out streams of fluid. She could feel that her pubic hair was already wet and stuck together. Her nipples were already erect, and they would occasionally produce a tingling current that resonated with her lower body as they pressed against her bra. If Feng Quan could reach out and touch her breasts, slip his hand under her skirt to caress her thighs and buttocks, and then playfully poke her most intimate parts with his fingers through her pantyhose, how blissful that would be!

Even just holding hands would be enough; any physical contact would make things more comfortable. But that's the situation now. Zhou Hao and Xiao Yan are right there, and he's a little annoyed that they've been too focused on their four-person activities today. If they could relax a bit, Feng Quan might sneakily harass her when they're not looking, which would relieve his burning desire. But the four of them are chatting and laughing, so they can't leave. They have to try to distract themselves.

They arrive at a small dock where various boats are available for rent. Feng Quan says he likes motorboats and wants to rent one to drive himself. The other three have never ridden one before and don't know anything about them. What's going on? They walked over together.

"If you're interested and want to play, you can rent another one. If you're too scared, you can try something else. We have all kinds of boats here." Feng Quan seemed very familiar with the area

. "This one's really fast, right? Let's forget about it." Mo Xiaoyan and his wife both shook their heads.

"I've never played one before either. Let me watch you try it first." Zhou Hao said,

"Okay, I'll go for a spin first and you guys can see." Feng Quan walked enthusiastically towards the payment counter.

His wife looked at a jet ski speeding across the sea, seemingly cutting through the waves. It looked very exciting. Feng Quan had such a great physique; he should look very dashing and handsome driving it. Wait, isn't this one for two people? If she went with Feng Quan, wouldn't she be able to sit behind him and hug him tightly, taking the opportunity to be sweet...? She believed Feng Quan was thinking the same thing. As

she was thinking, she heard the payment collector say, "Excuse me, brother, have you been drinking?"

"Yes, I only had a little, it's fine," Feng Quan said.

"No, brother, you can't drive this after drinking. You should take a safer one," the staff member said.

"I only had a few beers, it's fine," Feng Quan continued.

"Are you sure you're okay? If not, don't come. It'll be troublesome if something happens. How about coming back tomorrow?" The staff member also said vaguely.

"Don't worry, I've done this kind of thing a lot. I've driven it just as well as you, no matter where I go," Feng Quan said, taking out his money.

"Wait, don't pay yet," his wife walked up to Feng Quan and stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Feng Quan asked.

"The staff member is right, you've been drinking, you shouldn't drive this," his wife said softly.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry."

"No way! This is so fast, what's the difference between driving this and driving a car? What if something happens?" His wife's tone became stern again.

"What? I said it's okay, so it's okay! Why do you always stop me from having fun?" Feng Quan was also getting impatient.

"I'm doing this for your own good. What if something happens? Who can take responsibility? You've had your share of fun before, why did you have to do it today?" His wife was equally unyielding.

"We didn't have a chance the past few days, and we finally have the chance today. We do it every time we come, what could possibly happen?" Feng Quan argued.

"You come several times a year, why can't we do it anytime? Why do you have to be so serious with me now? Do it or not, it's up to you!" His wife said impatiently. Actually, she had her reasons. After all, adults think more. This looked particularly fast, and Feng Quan had been drinking. What if something happened? How would she explain it? Why did she come here with him? It was too complicated!

"Actually, it's fine. We've cordoned off the area, they can't go far. What could possibly happen in the water?" Zhou Hao chuckled, interjecting.

"That still won't do, mainly because he's been drinking," his wife said.

"I'm not playing anymore, okay?!" Feng Quan's eyes were red-rimmed. He angrily finished speaking and turned to leave.

"Hey, bro, are you serious?!" Zhou Hao shouted as he chased after him…

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