【My Blissful Sexual Life Back Home】(08) Author: ken_joy

Author: ken_joy
Word Count: 5497

【Chapter 8】

From Huixia's five words "so-called orgasm," I gleaned a piece of information: her husband had never given her
an orgasm. Thinking this, I suddenly felt sorry for her husband; such a good piece of land, yet he hadn't developed it.
The greatest tragedy for a man is nothing more than this, alas… Brother, you don't know how to use it, so I'll use it for you;
please forgive me. Amitabha…

A woman after an orgasm is the most obedient woman; this is the exact word of one of my old rogue coworkers. That beast,
his words are simply classic. That night, Huixia showed the gentlest side she had shown in over a month. She coquettishly
placed my right hand under her head, nestled in my arms, like a little bird seeking shelter. At the same time, she seemed unusually
excited that night, seemingly without a trace of sleepiness. We talked all night; for the first time, she truly opened
her heart .

It turns out she was 27 years old, a high school graduate from a county vocational school, majoring in accounting.
Before her father-in-law fell ill, she worked as a statistician in a plywood factory (the kind that produces sandwich panels) in Dongguan. Her salary wasn't high,
around 3,000 yuan a month, but the work was easy. Her husband worked as
a technician , earning about twice as much as her. They were schoolmates; her husband was a year ahead of her, majoring in electromechanical
engineering. They didn't live together in Dongguan, so their child was cared for by his grandparents back in their hometown. She said her
husband was a bit petty and often argued with her over trivial matters, which gradually made her
very silent. She also said that several men from her school were pursuing her, but in the end, she felt her husband was more down-
to-earth and a good person to settle down with, so she married him. Later, she discovered that her mother-in-law was very difficult and hard to get along with.
(It seems every married woman likes to say this.) Originally, she thought every family has its own problems, and life
is short; she figured she could just endure it. She and her husband would just talk less, and her mother-in-law wouldn't live with her.
However, things didn't go as planned. This spring, her father-in-law was suddenly diagnosed with uremia.
The initial treatment, including hospitalization, cost tens of thousands of yuan, and the future costs were unknown. Finally, the whole family decided that she
would return to help care for her father-in-law and child, while her husband went out to work. Since her husband was an only child, and her only
sister- law had married far away in Hunan, she agreed to the decision.

For the first two months after returning home, she cared for her father-in-law in the hospital. Her mother-in-law, on the other hand, acted like a guest,
only showing up at the hospital with her grandson every day. After he was discharged, she continued to care for him at home, doing so very
well . Her father-in-law was very grateful to her, often looking at her with tears in his eyes, apologizing to her and her husband. However,
her mother-in-law acted as if nothing was wrong, continuing to play mahjong with her grandson every day. When she won, she'd come home beaming with joy; when she lost
, she'd come home cursing at everyone she met. Her father-in-law
,

a spineless man who had been bullied by his wife his entire life, always swallowed his anger. Now that he was sick and had burdened his family, he felt even more inferior. Finally, one day, when her mother-in-law came home after losing money and started cursing her as an old hag who was bringing misfortune upon them, saying things like "Why don't you die sooner?
" Huixia couldn't stand it anymore and said something to her mother-in-law. This sparked the first major family battle. Her
mother-in-law grabbed her hair and slapped her
. Huixia called her husband, but unexpectedly, her mother-in-law preemptively accused her, and her husband, without even asking what happened, launched into a tirade against her over the phone. For the first time, she ran to the riverbank that night
and cried her heart out. From then on, her relationship with her wicked mother-in-law deteriorated, until she gradually began to
fight back, actively confronting and verbally abusing her. This, of course, led to more frequent arguments on the phone between the couple.
Their already strained relationship became even more fragile.

She said that if it weren't for her young son and pitiful father-in-law, she would have beaten up her wicked mother-in-law and left long ago.

Later, she felt uncomfortable staying at home, and since
her father-in-law was basically able to move around independently, she discussed it with him and found a job as a cook at a construction site, earning 1,500 yuan a month. Her job was to do various odd
jobs. Her father-in-law fully supported her. Less than a week into the job, I bumped into her. About ten days later
, she had another fight with her wicked mother-in-law, ran to the riverbank, and had a huge argument with her husband on the phone, which is where I
ran into her again. She said that she sat by the riverbank (next to me) that day thinking a lot, thinking about death, thinking about becoming a nun.
If I hadn't brought her back then, she would have been penniless and didn't know where to go. The next day, her
father-in-law picked her up from the construction site after her shift; otherwise, she would have come back to my rented room that night. She said that when she
had sex , it was truly out of revenge against her family; it was a desperate revenge, a reckless revenge.
She said that if it hadn't been me that night, she would have slept with anyone else; she was on
the verge .

She recounted these tumultuous experiences in a soft voice, appearing so calm and composed.
I truly didn't know there were such shameless old women and such scoundrel husbands in this world. Looking at her,
tears welled up in my eyes, and I cried as I told her I loved her and would help her. Then, I held her tightly in my arms.
In my arms, she was as gentle as a kitten, so fragile and helpless. I could feel her eyes
were also moist; she murmured that she couldn't make things difficult for me, couldn't make me suffer… As I listened, stroking her and kissing
her, a plan of revenge gradually formed in my mind…

Sleeping with the woman you love is truly comforting, and time flies by. Before we knew it, it was
the middle of the night, but neither of us felt sleepy. It's understandable, a lone man and woman, naked and facing each other, embracing
under the same blanket, especially when they love each other. Sleep wasn't an option. What to do next
? It was as obvious as lice on a bald head. As our conversations subsided, our breathing became heavier, and my
penis grew harder. I reached out, and her lower body became increasingly wet. Looking at her flushed face,
I held my large penis, rubbing it against her belly, and deliberately asked, "Want me to penetrate you?" "You're so naughty
!" She squirmed her alluring body, shyly punching my chest with her small fist. "Haha," I
laughed , pressing down on her...

This was our third time making love, and the most proactive she'd been. She opened her arms,
tightly hugging my neck, as if afraid I'd run away. Her tongue darted out,
constantly rummaging in my mouth, and her legs, like vines, tightly wrapped around mine.
We were like lovers separated after a long time, our affection intense and reluctant to part.

There are no sexually frigid women, only sexually repressed women. Clearly, for the first time in nearly thirty years, Huixia
's libido was aroused by me, like a trigger igniting a nuclear reactor in an atomic bomb—unstoppable.
Today, she experienced many firsts in her sexual life over the past twenty years: her first orgasm, her first initiative
to kiss a man, her first unrestrained moaning…

Her initiative and passion made my foreplay almost unnecessary. A casual touch revealed her already
overflowing wetness. Seeing this, I gently said to her, "Sit on me." She immediately obeyed like
a gentle kitten. She tossed her hair behind her back, grasped my large penis with her left hand, aimed it at her opening, and sat down.
After she sat down, whether intentionally or not, she placed her hands behind her head, a movement identical to that in Japanese adult
films , incredibly alluring. As her hands moved away, her upper body was fully exposed,
her slightly upturned breasts trembling rhythmically with her movements, as if constantly
beckoning to my hands. Her wanton movements greatly aroused me. I sat up, wrapped my arms around her slender
waist, and kissed her breasts.

Her movements became more and more exaggerated, her buttocks sitting on my lap becoming heavier and heavier. She held my
head in her hands, sometimes squatting high and then sitting down deeply, sometimes violently twisting her hips to make my large
penis churn inside her body, and sometimes sitting still, frantically kissing my mouth, face, and
ears. She had completely gone from passive to active, completely dominating this wonderful sexual process. Several minutes
passed, and she showed no intention of changing positions, continuing to writhe on top of me. Since this position
was more comfortable for me, I was happy to let her have her way.

Finally, the storm came, and she used her usual "ruthless move"—pinching me. As the sharp pain from being pinched in my back
intensified, she began to babble incoherently, loudly and lewdly crying out, "
Liu Yang , so good... so good... deeper... fuck me harder... Liu... Yang... faster..."
After her broken cries, she slowly went limp, seemingly about to faint. I immediately laid
her flat on the bed and resumed my rapid and violent thrusting. The immense impact of my masculine power,
and the resulting loud slapping sounds, clearly aroused her desire again. Women are born with a
desire to be conquered; no matter how noble a woman is, she can never escape this most primal desire. Her
body , tensed up again after a while, and she began to moan softly and continuously. At this moment, I, too, felt like
a galloping horse on the plains, joyful and free, tense and thrilled. Watching Huixia writhe and moan beneath me as I
fucked her, enjoying the warmth of her hands cradling my buttocks, the greatest sense of accomplishment I'd felt in over thirty years
flooded my mind. This feeling was truly wonderful.

Once again, she climaxed. She floated up like a leaf in the wind… floated up…
her mouth wide open, her hands gripping my buttocks tightly, her eyes visibly rolling back… Seeing her expression,
I was incredibly excited, my penis growing harder and harder… harder and harder… I even moaned. "Yang, shoot inside,
shoot inside, I'll take emergency contraception tomorrow," Huixia pleaded almost desperately. The woman I loved most in my life,
my belated first love, for the first time, I offered my thick love juice deep within her body…

In the dead of night, both of us were drenched in sweat, yet we still had no intention of showering. At this point, we
didn't care about hygiene anymore, we kissed and kissed passionately. Until we fell asleep,
our four legs intertwined in an embrace. After that night of sex with Huixia, I
immediately lost interest in Zhou Meixiang. Compared to Huixia, having sex with Zhou Meixiang felt like a boar mating—a naked
display of lust. Men can be quite despicable sometimes; when they don't have sex, even a sow can look as beautiful as Diao Chan,
but once do, they become fickle… For the next four months, I didn't touch Zhou Meixiang again. Whenever she
tried to contact me, I told her that my son had discovered our relationship and that I wanted to end
it , but she wouldn't agree. She said she could come back during my son's winter break. Okay,
a delaying tactic, I'd put it off as long as I could. But, unexpectedly, her winter break promise actually led us together again
. Because Huixia had left after the New Year, and her father-in-law had passed away… But that's a story for another time.

The next day, Huixia and I were both late. She explained to the cafeteria that her family lived too far away and she couldn't make it. I explained
that I overslept. Anyway, with management in such disarray, being late was insignificant. However, from then on, we
all loved this construction site even more. We were like young lovers, often secretly kissing or hugging in the canteen when no one was
around . Even in public, our eyes were full of tenderness and
ambiguity.

A few days later, my two apprentices and I were drinking at the "Emperor's Restaurant" when we unexpectedly saw Huixia
's wicked mother-in-law. What was that old bitch doing here? I didn't immediately understand. However, the
old bitch seemed to be in a good mood; she followed two old men, one fat and one thin, noisily into a private room.
At that moment, I really wanted to rush up and kick that bitch, but thankfully, being in my thirties, I'm generally mature enough
not to show my emotions, and my apprentices didn't notice anything. After they went inside, I casually asked my apprentice,
"Desheng, who's that noisy, fat woman? She's really annoying." My apprentice, clearly
knowledgeable about the local gentry and celebrities, answered effortlessly, "She's the mother-in-law of Hu Huixia, the landlady at our construction site. The thin one is
her old lover, Yang Dequan, who specializes in feng shui. The fat one is a cattle dealer from Liushutang, I think her name is Dai
something." Having an apprentice is great; such important information came so easily. I was secretly pleased. To
reward Comrade Desheng for his intelligence, I added another dish… This information from my apprentice later led me to do
something caused a sensation throughout the town, almost costing that old hag her life. At the same time, it also helped Huixia get her
revenge.

A few days later, my son returned. I went to Chengdu to pick him up, and when I saw them at the train station,
I realized for the first time that my wife had become much more stylish. She dressed up more, and her demeanor exuded
more charm and confidence. After picking them up, we found a McDonald's in Chengdu for a Western-style meal, a
cozy "reunion dinner" made up of fast food. My wife and I talked a lot about our son and our future.
After discussing serious issues such as the care of the four elderly people, I saw her off on the train back to Guangzhou that evening.

After my son returned, he suddenly became much more silent, but also more sensible. He started slowly learning to
do housework and began to study independently. One thing that bothered me was that he never mentioned his life in
Guangzhou for the past two months or his mother's situation there. Whenever I asked, he would simply say "I'm fine"
and not want to say anything more. In these six months, our father-son relationship has improved unprecedentedly. I'm
increasingly reluctant to part with my son, and he's become more sensible and caring towards me. Considering my career, family, and love life
, I feel that this decision to return was the most correct decision I've ever made.

Because of my son's return, and Huixia's family finding no reason to leave, my dating spot with Huixia
became the riverside—the place where our relationship began. However, these dates were always short and risky, because
people often went to the riverside to cool off, and we couldn't stay too long. So, each of our dates was
a fleeting affair. However, after these few brief dates, I
told , and after much persuasion, she agreed to my decision to punish her wicked mother-in-law. She finally agreed to pretend she didn't
know and let me carry out my revenge plan. Actually, although she was kind, my
act of revenge out of anger for her being bullied deeply moved her. She was too weak, too lonely, to
receive . I'll take revenge on that old bitch; I'll bear all the sins alone, I'm not afraid of divine retribution.

To exact my revenge, I began my surveillance. Within five days, I had tracked down the old woman's movements.
She played mahjong almost every day, appearing at the mahjong parlor promptly after dinner. If there was nothing to do, she'd play until 11 or 12
, if there was something to do, she'd play until around 8 or 9, then sneak to Yang Dequan's house. Yang Dequan was
home alone (I heard his wife had gone to the county town to take care of their grandson). She had a key, and each time she easily opened the door and
went in . About two hours later, after having her fun, she'd come out.

Having figured out the route, I quietly crept up to the back of Yang Dequan's house (our houses don't have
yards), and stealthily moved a ladder, slowly climbing to the second-floor window where the light was on. The curtains
weren't fully drawn, and with the hot weather and the fan running high, they swayed,
revealing .

Yang Dequan was lying naked on the bed, his wife's large buttocks facing me, her head buried in his penis,
sucking on his old cock. It was the first time I'd seen an old woman's buttocks clamped between her buttocks and vagina
facing me like that. Standing outside the window, peeping, I felt inexplicably excited and forgot to take pictures.
After the old woman finished sucking his penis, he started licking her vagina. That's when I
got a clear look at her body. Although she was over fifty, due to her pampered lifestyle
and her already plump figure, her body was quite voluptuous. Two enormous breasts, at least
an E-cup by international standards. Perhaps clinging to the last vestiges of youth, these old fogies engaged in incredibly wild and lewd sex.
For their pleasure, they went to extremes: licking vaginas, anuses, toes, giving blowjobs, penile stimulation… many
actions that even young people wouldn't do (because the tastes are too extreme), but they did them all. Their performance
completely overturned my understanding of Chinese elderly men and women; I never knew these old folks
could . My God,

I was terrified! It wasn't until they were almost finished that I snapped out of my daze. I quickly put the ladder back in its place and quietly
left the scene. I didn't take a single picture…

[To be continued]

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