A mature woman's vacation

The day before Mid-Autumn Festival, Jingzhu said her younger brother was coming home, and her parents wanted us to have a meal together for a family reunion. Since that illicit affair at her parents' house, I rarely go there. Jingzhu's child occasionally stays, but Jingzhu always takes him home. Every knot needs untied, and this is an opportunity.
On the day of the festival, we bought a lot of gifts, mostly for the elderly and children. We especially need to have a good talk with the children; we'll be living together in the future. Sigh, I wonder how Sijin and Zichun spent the festival. Thinking about them makes my heart ache; they're both my children. Sometimes I think bitterly: "You, Jingzhu, you've ruined my life! Why did you have to appear in my life? Why did you have to be an actress? Otherwise, I wouldn't have met you, and I wouldn't have so many troubles." Thinking about it, I'm so selfish. Jingzhu is so innocent.
When I got home that evening, the whole family was there. Jingyu and her husband were seeing me for the first time and were both taken aback.
"Oh, Jingyu's back! Mom and Dad often talk about you, praising you like a flower," I broke the silence, wanting to get closer to Jingzhu's family. Looking at his wife, she seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place her; perhaps I'd seen her somewhere before.
"Brother-in-law, hello! You're so young and promising. Mom and Dad say you're a section chief, quite impressive." Jingyu wasn't tall, and his demeanor resembled his father's—a typical career soldier. His face carried a cold, aloof air, the arrogance inherent in children from cadre families. I particularly disliked that. If it weren't for your father, you might be working as a laborer in some illegal brick kiln.
As we spoke, Jinglan gave me a cold, mocking look, as if to say: "You old rogue, keep showing off! Just think about your performance in bed, it's hilarious!"
Jingyu's wife also greeted me politely, "Brother-in-law, hello, I'm Liu Chang." But there was a complex expression in her eyes—jealousy, mockery, surprise—as if she recognized me. A sister-in-law and daughter-in-law are always rivals. Seeing her sister-in-law marry a husband younger and more handsome than herself must have left her feeling a little resentful.
I think I remember who Liu Chang is. Oh, it seems like a few years after I arrived in Beijing, a colleague, Sister Liu, introduced me to a girl. Her father was the director of the general office of some ministry, I think. At that time, I was madly in love with Jingzhu, and I met her out of politeness. Liu Chang seemed to be very powerful back then, a member of the Politburo Standing Committee, and it seemed like all the members were her relatives. She claimed there was nothing her family couldn't do in China, and she didn't even go to an Ivy League university, saying it was more comfortable staying in China. I couldn't stand her truly large, round face. I ignored her and left, saying as I left, "I'm sorry, Princess Liu, my ancestors for eight generations were all farmers. The highest official I've ever seen is a township head. I really can't serve you. Could you please settle the coffee bill? I lent all my money to my brother to buy a wife, and I didn't bring any with me." I never saw her again after that. I never imagined she would become Wei Wei's wife. It's true what they say, enemies are destined to meet.
My thoughts (W's son) cheerfully called out to my father, pulling me back from my reverie. I've put in a lot of effort for this child; I know that being good to him is even more important than being good to his mother. I buy him any toys or books he likes, no matter how expensive. To build a bond, I practiced playing games like *CS*, *Legend of Mir*, *Fantasy Westward Journey*, and *Resident Evil*. I bought a whole bunch of Nintendo, Xbox, and PSP consoles, and finally, we became very close. He calls me "Daddy" so sweetly.
I know Jingzhu's mother still has some reservations, and I really feel bad for her.
"Mom, let's go cook. I'll make a fool of myself today and cook you some authentic Hangzhou cuisine." I tried my best to please the old lady. I felt ashamed thinking about the first time I visited her and shamelessly offered to cook for her.
"No need, you and Jingyu can chat. A few of us women are enough."
"Mom, it's alright, we have plenty of time." I took the initiative.
The old lady couldn't resist letting me go, so Jinglan volunteered to help out. That woman, doesn't she know her place and time?
I carefully prepared several dishes: stir-fried pork ribs with rice cakes, stir-fried beef with green peppers, West Lake vinegar fish, Song Sao fish soup, stir-fried pumpkin with salted egg yolks, and hand-peeled bamboo shoots. Jinglan kept pinching and squeezing handfuls of bamboo shoots, making me feel so restless; I really wanted to pin her down on the stove.
The whole family praised the meal,
and I finally regained some face. After dinner, I chatted with Weiwei. Jingyu is interested in military affairs and sports, so we talked about everything from the Su-30 to Aegis systems, from Alonso to Safin, from Inzaghi to Messi, and from Günter Grass to Pamuk. Jingyu finally said, "Brother-in-law, your knowledge is so broad; I really admire you. I'll definitely ask you for advice sometime." It seems my impression of Jingzhu's family is gradually improving.
After chatting for a while, I shamelessly said to the old lady, "Mom, let me chat with you about everyday things. Tell me about Jingzhu's childhood; I really want to know."
"What nonsense are you talking about, Mom? Don't tell him," Jingzhu said, somewhat annoyed.
"Oh, is there some embarrassing thing you did when you were little that you're afraid I'll find out? It's okay, I don't care," I joked.
After talking with the old lady for a while, her attitude towards me improved significantly.
"Mom, I bought you a piece of Yun brocade. Try it on. Jingzhu thought it was too expensive and wouldn't let me buy it, but I said I'd buy you anything, no matter how expensive." I took out a piece of clothing.
The old lady tried it on, and I must say, the bright and luxurious Yun brocade, paired with the old lady's dignified and elegant demeanor, really made her look quite impressive.
"Mom, you must have been a beauty when you were young. Look at you dressed up like this; you really have the air of an elderly Wang Renmei. I'll talk to Shao Hong later; you're perfect for the role of Grandmother Jia in the new version of 'Dream of the Red Chamber.'" I fawned over her like a slave; I was fucking shameless. Even W couldn't stand it anymore and pulled me back, saying, "Don't embarrass yourself, everyone's watching you."
"What are you talking about? Can't I get closer to Mom? I'm usually busy, it's rare for me to get this opportunity." I looked around and saw the whole family staring at me, especially Jingyu's wife and Jinglan, who were giving me disdainful, mocking looks. I didn't dare perform anymore, thinking, "I'm only doing this for you, my wife, do you think I want to be pathetic?"
When we said goodbye, Jinglan looked at the new car I bought for her sister, then at me, her eyes full of resentment. I was so scared I didn't dare look at her and slunk away.
During the National Day holiday, Jingzhu went to Dalian to perform in a play.
Jingzhu is still a traditional Chinese woman at heart, and I didn't dare try anything new with her anymore. I was afraid that if she got angry, I'd be busy for half a day again. Besides, we'd been married for over eight months, and her initial excitement had worn off.
I planned to take some time to meet up with my ex-wife's daughter; I missed them both. Just then, the phone rang. It was Jinglan. It had been a long time since we'd had an affair, and I actually missed her a bit.
"Hey, brother-in-law, come with me to look at a car this afternoon, at Taikoo Motors."
"Why the sudden urge to buy a car? Isn't your Passat pretty new?"
"Don't ask, come if you want." She was a little angry. I knew it was because she was spurned by the car I bought for her sister, plus she was always alone.
When we got to Taikoo Motors, she insisted on buying a Vovlo V50 Wagon (the same car as her sister). But they didn't import it there, so I specially ordered it from the Tianjin Free Trade Zone, spending a lot more money. Later, on my suggestion, she bought a Vovlo C70 sports car.
After having dinner at "Kong Yiji" in Houhai, I knew the real drama was about to begin, so I pretended to go home.
"Stop pretending, my sister went to Dalian. Let's go, the usual place." She said with a cold laugh, and I was led by the nose to the Henderson Center, where I had my long-term private room.
As soon as I entered the room, before I could even close the door, Jinglan hugged me tightly, tears streaming down her face.
"You know I'm upset, and you deliberately bought my sister a new car to provoke me. I'm going to buy one that's better than hers. Yu Zhengfei (her husband) is coming back at the end of the year and he's never leaving again. We don't have much time left together, and I... I'm so scared... Zidong, please, please take me away. Let's go somewhere no one knows, okay? I... I might really not be able to live without you."
When a woman is delirious, she's like a child, hard to understand, with all sorts of crazy and ridiculous thoughts.
"Lanlan, don't be silly. I can't give you any promises. Xiaoyu is your lifelong support, and so is your daughter. You have a complete family and a bright future. I'm just a fleeting passerby in your life. I can't betray your sister. Listen to me, after tonight, we'll stop seeing each other."
Wei Jin was dressed exceptionally beautifully that day, in a coffee-colored cardigan, a plaid skirt, and dark brown high boots. Her straight long hair was only curled at the ends, exuding both charm and competence. It seemed she had been taking good care of her skin recently; her skin was fair, firm, plump, and smooth, making her look like a woman in her thirties.
I have to admit that Jinglan is a woman with a special kind of charm. Her charm isn't about coquetry or affectation; it's an alluring, fatal attraction that emanates from within. With her innate charm and tall, slender figure, Jinglan is truly stunningly beautiful, at least more beautiful than her sister right now.
What followed was natural.
"Zidong, you're such a nemesis! I won't let you leave!" She kissed my face fiercely, arching her body against me, igniting my passion.
"Lanlan, I love you too, but I can't help it, I can't leave your sister." Her clothes fluttered up like clouds. She was left only in a white silk panty. I kissed her breasts frantically, forgetting everything else. Jinglan's abdomen was still flat, her waist no longer slender but still strong.
We made love with the same intensity as every time, changing positions. Jinglan seemed to feel that these days were numbered, and she put in extra effort until we were both completely exhausted and could no longer struggle before letting go.
After showering and returning to the room, Jinglan suddenly took off her terrycloth-like pajamas and pulled out a China Airlines flight attendant uniform from her bag: a white striped top, a sky-blue skirt, off-white high heels, and a blue and white brimless hat—she looked exceptionally fresh and beautiful.
"My friend got this for me. I said I wanted to do a personal photoshoot…you men just love this kind of thing." She kept glancing at me while dressing, watching my reaction.
"Jinglan, you…you can't do this. I really can't take it anymore. Please, let me go. Can't we do it another day?" I was a little weak; I'd just exhausted myself.
I rarely watch porn because I have too many opportunities to practice. Here, I must mention a golf resort on the outskirts of Beijing—that's Beijing's most upscale "money pit." The girls there are all handpicked, with excellent education, temperament, conversation, and looks. I personally think they're better than those at Heaven on Earth; it wouldn't be hard to find a few of Lin Chi-ling or Xiao Qiang's caliber. It's just not open to the public; you can only come through introductions from acquaintances, and you only become a regular customer after visiting more than ten times. Each visit costs 18,000 yuan, excluding drinks, and you can choose up to four items.
The service is very attentive, with uniforms, students, secretaries, nurses, and more. The customers are mostly bigwigs from various industries in Beijing. Old Wang took me there a few times. At first, it was novel, but after a few times, it became just like that. Even eating abalone and bird's nest every day would get tiresome; I still prefer home-cooked meals. You can see all sorts of dignitaries here. Once, I even ran into a bureau chief and a famous director. Landlord Pan and Landlord Zhang are also regulars. We all smiled, understanding each other without saying a word—we're all men, after all, we can understand.
I chatted with one of the girls there; most of them earn over a million yuan a year and drive BMW M6s, Mercedes-Benz SL55s, and even Ferrari F430s. If you drive an Audi TT or BMW Z4, you'd be embarrassed to even enter the parking lot.
So, I wasn't interested in Jinglan's flirting, and I was genuinely tired of it.
“My sister asked me to keep an eye on you before she left. I know you want to go to your ex-wife's place. You… as long as you make me happy, I won't tell my sister.” Seeing that I wasn't interested, she revealed her trump card.
“No, I… I promise you, but I really don't have the energy. How about this, I'll ask the waiter to bring my laptop. There are AVs in there. Jinglan, aren't you forcing me?” Her words really put me in a bind.
“That's my good little brother. I'll be very gentle.” Jinglan smiled and leaned closer.
Jinglan spread her legs and sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. She rubbed against me vigorously, without a bra or panties, her two long, shiny legs in stockings exposed, her snow-white breasts mostly exposed. It aroused me to the point of burning, but I just couldn't get aroused. It was like a starving person seeing a feast but not being able to eat it. That feeling was so uncomfortable.
After a while, the waiter brought the laptop. I hurriedly opened it and put it away. There happened to be a series of videos featuring flight attendants. I sat on the sofa, Jinglan straddling me with her legs together. A series of seductive moans emanated from the computer. Jinglan's face was flushed, her breathing rapid, her body pressed tightly against mine. That actress was far inferior to Jinglan, so I ignored the computer and began to roughly caress Jinglan's face, breasts, and inner thighs, where she was already overflowing with desire. Gradually, my own erection grew, and Jinglan sensed the change. She pulled her skirt up to her waist, bit the hem with her teeth, and sat down fiercely. Her head was tilted back, her lips bitten, and she shook violently, pressing down on my groin painfully.
My passion was completely ignited. What use were all these fancy things? I quickly stripped off her clothes and high heels. I tried several times to roll over and pin her beneath me, but she was too engrossed, full of energy, and I couldn't move her even after a few attempts. "Oh...good thing, I've missed you so much, don't move...don't move," Jinglan was completely immersed in happiness.
The sofa wasn't comfortable after all, so I carried her to the bed. You little rascal, try pressing me down again. This time, I didn't give her any chance. I immediately pinned her face down on the bed, stuffing the blankets and pillows under her. I launched an unprecedented counterattack. I like to compare sex to a war between the sexes; wasn't there a Hong Kong movie last year called "Love. War"?
With a final frenzy, the battle ended. Jinglan and I were panting heavily, too lazy to even move. I checked the computer; it was over.
"Zidong, you... were amazing, I'm exhausted," she said intermittently. "You men are so ugly down there. Michelangelo, Titian, Raphael are too idealizing you." Okay, she knows those names; she's better than her sister.
"You women are beautiful down there, like rotten cabbages," I retorted.
After a while, she whispered mysteriously in my ear, "Isn't my sister good to you?" I burst out laughing.
"You're like a little river, flowing happily but actually quite shallow; your sister is like Lake Baikal, seemingly calm on the surface but deep underneath. Your sister is much more capable than you, so learn from her slowly." This little old woman asked about everything, getting a little too excited.

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