My wife is not home at night

1. My wife is smart.

After more than three months on a business trip to Shenyang, I finally secured the power project. I flew back to Nantong with a sense of relief and excitement.

My name is Huang Zhizhong, and I'm an engineering technician at a joint venture company that manufactures power equipment. When I first joined the company, things were going well. However, in recent years, our products have been repeatedly counterfeited, and profits have declined significantly. Sales staff are out there chasing orders, while engineers like myself are just coasting along.

I consider myself an ambitious young man. Last year, a classmate told me about a new power system project in Shenyang that required the purchase of 12 million yuan worth of equipment. He asked if I was interested in handling it myself, and I immediately agreed. I worked on it independently for almost a year, and I had already solved the technical problems. I originally planned to start production myself, but too many companies were interested in the project, most of them well-established. Since I was starting from scratch, I had to give up in the end.

After the Spring Festival, I volunteered to the company boss, promising to secure 15 million yuan in orders from the marketing department while simultaneously resolving technical issues with the product. Where can you find an "iron man" doing two jobs at once? The boss immediately agreed, and the sales manager was ecstatic. The company originally planned to heavily promote it, but at my repeated requests, the announcement was temporarily postponed (I understand the principle of "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down").

I continued to receive my original technical staff salary, but of course, my performance bonus was doubled.

I borrowed 300,000 yuan from the company to grease palms in Shenyang. At the end of February, I flew to Shenyang, and thanks to my persuasive skills, all the other bidding companies were rejected, and they chose our company's product.

The reason was that I, as the technical expert, could immediately spot the flaws in their products and explained them clearly. I had successfully bribed the department head, and in return, I was given the entire project.

After leaving Hongqiao Airport, I took the subway to the North Square of the train station and transferred to a long-distance bus. Before arriving home, I called my wife, and I could hear the excitement in her voice.

My wife, Zhao Xiaoyin, works as a foreign trade clerk at a clothing company. We met in college; we're both from Gansu. She was considered a beauty in college—

1.64 meters tall, 50 kilograms, with fair and delicate skin, slender calves, a rounded bottom, and a perfectly proportioned 38B bust.

After much pleading and subtle persuasion, she married me four years ago.

Her company isn't far from mine, so we go home together every day.

We bought a two-bedroom apartment in an older building covered in ivy. One room serves as a study, and the other as a bedroom; thankfully, there's a small bathroom.

It's not a prime location in Nantong, but we bought it for our child's future schooling.

Two years ago, Xiaoyin gave birth to our son. Because my mother-in-law felt Jiangsu's winters were too cold and summers too hot, we took the child back to Lanzhou to stay with the four elderly people, so he's often away from us.

When I come home, a strange smell hits me—a mix of sweat, salt, and a musty odor; the house hasn't been well-ventilated for some time.

Just then, Xiaoyin called back and said, "The house is a mess. She came back to clean up while we ate out. She then told me the computer is broken and she'll have Xiao Liu from her workplace fix it tomorrow!" I noticed the living room and study were relatively clean, but when I opened the bedroom door, I found it was a mess. The blankets were scattered on the bed, dirty and clean clothes were on the stool, and clothes were piled haphazardly on the recliner in front of the computer. There was a huge pile of napkins and wet wipes on the floor. I sniffed; all the smells were coming from the bedroom. I opened the window to let in some fresh air.

When did the computer get into the bedroom? I moved the computer from the bedroom to the study. I don't like such a messy bedroom. In the study, I turned on the desktop computer. Sure enough, it had some problems. Formatting is my specialty; I can do a pirated XP system in 15 minutes. After formatting, I installed a virus destroyer, scanned the hard drive, and set it to delete any viruses found.

Wow, so many Trojans! Over twenty appeared on the screen instantly. As the destroyer scanned and deleted them, a folder with numbers I didn't recognize suddenly popped up. It was clearly a QQ number, followed by a bunch of pictures and MP3 movies, etc., which were then instantly deleted cleanly, completely gone.

This QQ number wasn't mine, nor Xiaoyin's. Whose could it be? Anyway, I couldn't find it anymore; I wiped it out completely.

I then installed CS and Delta Force and started a frenzied online massacre. For a while, the house was filled with the sounds of bullets and shells exploding. I didn't even know when Xiaoyin came home until the study door opened. As soon as

she opened the door, she hugged me from behind, holding me very tightly, my face pressed against hers.

"Dudu, give me a kiss," I said.

"Mmm, I missed you, honey,"

she said, bringing her lips to my.

I turned my neck and we intertwined, the scent of her minty gum wafting from her mouth to my tongue.

"No more kissing, your breath smells,"

Xiaoyin said, reaching down to unbuckle my belt and grabbing my penis and testicles, stroking and playing with them.

My penis immediately hardened under this stimulation.

"Does your cock smell?"

Xiaoyin asked, making a gesture as if she were going to take it out and smell it.

"I just washed it last night," I said.

She didn't take it out, but instead squeezed the base of my penis hard. "Still a tough guy, I'll test you later to see if you two brothers have wronged me these past few days," she said.

"You'll find out soon enough," I said with a smile.

"Let's go out for dinner!"

Then we went downstairs hand in hand.

When we went out, I found that the house had been cleaned and the clothes were all hanging up to dry.

2. The Quiet Stairwell

On the way home after dinner, we started teasing each other.

"Honey, you didn't even tell me you were coming home, so I could have bought some food," Xiaoyin said.

"I came back suddenly to see if you had a second husband at home," I said with a laugh.

"No, I eat at home every day while you're not home. I haven't gone out. If you don't believe me, fine," Xiaoyin replied.

My apartment is on the top floor, the fifth floor. No one lives in the apartment across the hall. After the fourth floor, I slipped my hands inside her shirt from behind, cupping her two snow-white breasts.

"I'm just being kind. These breasts are too big, let me take them," I said lecherously.

"You're so annoying,"

she said, but she didn't remove my hands.

We awkwardly made our way to the front door, and I reluctantly took my hands out of her breasts, reaching for my keys in my pocket.

As I took out my keys, she pulled down my pants and pinched the base of my penis, which immediately became erect.

As I opened the door, she pulled down my pants as well, my penis standing at a right angle in the doorway.

"What are you doing? The door isn't closed yet," I said.

"It's okay. This is a run-down building; people outside can't see into the hallway," Xiaoyin said.

Indeed, the old house was covered in ivy, and you couldn't see inside from the outside.

Then, Xiaoyin took off all her clothes and pants at the door, and then stripped me naked as well. She then grabbed my penis and tried to take me to the bathroom.

"The door isn't closed yet," I said.

"No one's coming. Close the door when someone comes up," she said, and that's how I was dragged into the bathroom.

Xiaoyin quickly took a shower, "Wash your dick clean," and then she went out first. I washed myself thoroughly and came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. The door was still open. It was still quite cold in Nantong at the end of April, and I couldn't stand being naked. I was about to go to the bedroom to find some clothes when Xiaoyin came out.

She was wearing white sneakers, black knee-high socks, and a trench coat.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Don't talk," she said, and then pulled me to the door.

I went out wearing a bathrobe, and she casually turned off the light, plunging me into darkness. She clapped her hands, and the motion-activated lights in the hallway immediately turned on. She stood before me, naked, her trench coat open, nothing underneath. Then, laughing, she squatted down and buried her head between my legs, sucking on me. My penis, stimulated like this, instantly became erect, standing tall in the air.

After a while, she turned her back to me, her hands gripping the railing, gesturing for me to insert my penis into her vagina from behind. Guided by her hands, I slid in easily. Inside, it was overflowing with fluids—wet, slippery, and warm, with no obstruction.

I hadn't done this in a long time, and after a dozen or so thrusts, I immediately felt the urge to ejaculate.

"I'm going to come," I said.

"Cum inside, fuck this slut to death, this is where your cock cums," she whispered.

These words startled me, and the urge to ejaculate vanished completely.

I kept thrusting in and out, and she kept repeating stimulating phrases like "Fuck my cunt, fuck this slut to death." Finally, I ejaculated inside her vagina. Just

as I was about to pull out, Xiaoyin said, "It's coming out!"

Then she trembled and peed all over the floor.

I hugged her from behind, and she rested for a few seconds before I pulled my now-soft penis out of her vagina. The semen flowed down her thighs and onto her stockings. She ran to the bathroom to clean herself.

I grabbed the mop by the door and wiped up the semen on the floor. I closed the door, took the mop, and went to the kitchen. I rinsed the mop and stood it next to the trash can. I noticed that the trash can that hadn't been emptied contained many fragments of brand labels. I didn't look closely, but I vaguely saw an advertisement of a man holding a half-fragment of a penis and pictures of several pieces of nude lingerie.

I then went to the bathroom to clean myself. Xiaoyin was facing away from me, carefully cleaning her vulva. I said, "What have you bought these past few days? So many brand names?" "Nothing much, just a few pretty shirts and household appliances," she replied hastily, then turned around to lather me with shower gel.

"Was it comfortable just now?" Xiaoyin asked. "

Comfortable. You've never been like this before, and you even peed all over the floor. Did you have an orgasm? What were you saying just now?" I asked repeatedly.

"Was it exciting?" she said.

"It was so exciting, I couldn't take it anymore,"

I said. "Then let's go to sleep early. The day after tomorrow is Labor Day, let's keep this exciting!" she urged me.

I was indeed quite tired, and I fell asleep as soon as I lay down on the bed, not hearing anything.

3. The sound of gunfire from CS in my headphones

The next morning, I rode my motorcycle to take her to her workplace, and then I went to the company to report for duty.

"Xiao Huang, you're back,"

a familiar colleague greeted me.

I went directly to the sales manager and the general manager to report, and was praised by both managers.

Back in the familiar technical department, I had just turned on my computer, which had been gathering dust for three months, when Mr. Zhao, the head of the technical department, called me from his private office, "Xiao Huang, come here for a moment." I had lied to him about going to Shenyang to secure a deal, saying I was there for technical support. And now I'd been gone for three months. Would Mr. Zhao give me a hard time for lying? I nervously tried to figure out how to answer his question.

"Xiao Huang, not bad! You secured this big deal. Come, have a seat!" Mr. Zhao said with a smile.

"I'll sit here,"

I replied casually, then sat down in the conference chair to the right of the desk.

"You've got some skills, kid. Tell me how you got the deal,"

Mr. Zhao said, closing the door behind him and sitting down at the desk.

"I'm not that capable, just lucky. My college classmates helped a lot!" I said.

"You kept it a secret well, even from me. The general manager told me in the end, otherwise I would have thought you were in trouble," Mr. Zhao said.

"Before the deal was finalized, I was afraid people would laugh at me, so I could only say I was there for technical support," I replied.

"Hmm," Mr. Zhao paused for a moment and said, "I remember you don't have any relatives in Nantong, right?" "Mr. Zhao, you still remember! You were the one who interviewed me when I came to this company. You asked me those questions back then. Your memory is amazing, you still remember them now!" I quickly flattered him.

"Are you going out for Labor Day?" Mr. Zhao asked.

"I'm not going out, I'll stay in Nantong," I replied.

"Is there something you need?"

"There's something. You're on duty at the company on the 2nd. Look at the duty roster," Mr. Zhao said. I saw that my shift was from 12 noon to midnight on the 2nd.

"Oh, okay,"

I agreed after seeing the duty roster for the entire holiday this year.

"Also, come to my house for a family reunion dinner on the evening of the 1st. I'll cook it myself," Mr. Zhao said, staring intently at me.

"Mr. Zhao, please come to my house! My cooking skills are quite good too," I said politely.

"It's settled then. You've never been to my house before, so come over this time. It'll be good for you to familiarize yourself with the place. I'm usually home alone, so it's not very lively. Bring your wife along!" Mr. Zhao said. "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow night," I replied.

"Alright, go and rest for a bit!" Mr. Zhao said.

"I'm going out," I said, and left.

As soon as I stepped out of Mr. Zhao's office, my heart sank. I thought I was going to get into trouble, but instead, I had an opportunity to communicate with my boss.

Back at my desk, I found that my computer was broken and wouldn't turn on. I just tidied up the desk a bit, since it hadn't been cleaned for three months. Then,

Xiao Chen and Xiao Ma from the sales department came to me to inquire about any other orders to help them meet their sales targets for the year. At the same time, Xiao Xiao and Xiao Xia from the technical department also took the opportunity to flatter me, because I knew my words would carry weight in their future promotions to deputy director.

It was almost time for the holiday, and no one from the computer company came to the company to repair it. I just coasted through the day like that, and went home with my wife, Xiao Yin, that evening.

I continued to cook and prepare meals as usual, while she did housework and washed dishes. This was an agreement we made before we got married, to avoid arguing over trivial matters.

After dinner, I sat down at my home computer as usual to prepare for my evening gaming session. Xiaoyin walked up to me.

"I bought you a high-end headset, take a look," she said.

"Oh, how much did it cost? It looks nice," I said, unpacking the headset, plugging it into the back of the computer, and unplugging the speakers.

"You don't use a webcam, do you?" Xiaoyin asked.

"I play games, I don't chat, it's useless," I said.

"Then unplug the webcam and microphone and give them to me!" she said with a smile.

"What are you going to use them for?"

I said, squatting down behind the computer to unplug them again. "They're filthy, you can clean them yourself!" "I'm planning to study English pronunciation these days, so I can chat with some high school classmates when I'm online," she replied.

"You really need to study,"

I said, handing her the webcam and microphone. "Hey, where are you going to install them?" I remembered we only had one computer at home.

"I brought home the new netbook the company issued, but it's a crappy Shenzhou, so heavy," she replied.

"It's good that it's there, but the Shenzhou laptop overheats too much. I'll take the desk over with me. Don't use it for too long, move around occasionally. Using the computer too much will hurt your neck," I said.

"Honey, you're so sweet," Xiaoyin said, kissing me.

I moved the desk to the bedroom, placing it against the wall next to the window as she requested, saying it would be cooler that way.

I put her laptop on the desk and installed a microphone and webcam, connecting it to the Wi-Fi.

"I'm going to play games," I said.

"You study!"

"Wait a minute, I'm copying some files from your computer,"

she said, taking out a USB drive. "While you're at it, check if this machine has any viruses, and install Norton." "I'll check," I said.

A little while later, Xiaoyin came over and said, "My files! They're gone from the hard drive."

"I forgot to tell you, what happened? Your computer was full of viruses and Trojans, and the files were deleted by the destroyer," I replied. "Oh, that's good then," she said.

I didn't explain anything further, and I started playing my Delta Force game in the study, while she went to her bedroom to study with the door closed.

In Delta Force, I like to use machine guns and rifles. The 50-player online game that UG created is always very popular; the computer is filled with the sounds of bullets flying, gunfire, and grenade explosions. With my headphones on, I naturally couldn't hear any background noise.

After playing for about an hour, a new map appeared. This map was larger, with more players, so the sound wasn't as loud. Suddenly, I heard a familiar woman's moaning voice, "Mmm... mmm..." "

What's going on? That jerk in the game changed the voice to this!" I chuckled to myself. Then, the sounds were drowned out by a grenade explosion.

I took off my headphones and listened. The sound was coming from the bedroom. I pushed open the bedroom door and saw Xiaoyin, wearing pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed, with a copy of some adult films I had made before playing on her computer.

"What are you looking at?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was tired from studying, so I copied your movies in here to watch now," she said. "Ah, then go to bed early!" I said. "Beep, beep," I heard the QQ sound. Her QQ was also open, though it was hidden in the XP taskbar.

"Chatting with a classmate?" I asked.

"Yeah, my bunkmate from college, she has a child now," she said.

"Oh, I'm going back to my game,"

I said, leaving the bedroom.

I continued my shooting game, and after some time, I heard Xiaoyin taking a shower in the bathroom. I played until late at night before going to bed.

4. Labor Day is a beginning.

Labor Day is one of my favorite days; I can play carefree for a few days. The only thing I hate is having to work on the 2nd.

"It's been so long since I went out to play,"

Xiaoyin woke me up early in the morning.

"Ah... I want to sleep a little longer. It's a shame not to sleep on such a nice day," I mumbled.

"It's been so long since I've climbed a mountain," she said pitifully.

"I haven't seen you climb Wuquan Mountain in Lanzhou either," I said. "Anyway, I want to go," she said.

"Okay, okay! Let's go then, let's get ready and go."

I said that the sky in Nantong is never blue, but today is a rare good day, unlike her hometown in Baiyin, Gansu.

I drove her on my motorcycle. To be honest, I originally wanted to take a bus, but seeing a large group of people waiting at the bus station, I decided to go on a road trip.

I drove for more than half an hour and arrived at Langshan Scenic Area. To be honest, Langshan, which is known as the number one mountain in northern Jiangsu, is not very high. I estimate it to be only about 30 meters high. In my hometown of Lanzhou, such a mountain wouldn't even be considered a hill.

In economically developed areas, there are many hair salons, and naturally, scenic spots and health resorts are even more numerous. I dropped Xiaoyin off at the entrance of the scenic area, then parked the motorcycle in front of a nearby supermarket. I walked over alone and watched her walk back and forth under the shade of the trees.

"You men are all the same," she blurted out.

"What's wrong? Did you forget to take your medicine this morning?"

I said with a laugh. "Speaking of which, the women at the hair salon across the street keep coming out to seduce men, humph! All the men go in. Are you going too?" I quickly said, "Why would I go? I'm here to enjoy the scenery. Besides, none of them are as pretty as you! And it costs money." "Hmph, what kind of talk is that? Just before you came, a BMW stopped next to me, and a guy stuck his head out and said, 'Miss, wanna go have some fun?' I glared at him and ignored him. What's wrong with this world?"

Xiaoyin rattled off a whole string of words.

"That's for sure. You're standing under the tree near that hair salon, so naturally people assume you make money down there," I paused, "but you are indeed quite pretty. If you went to do that, you'd definitely make a lot of money." I flattered her while teasing her.

Xiaoyin pinched me hard, and then the two of us started climbing Wolf Mountain.

Langshan is just a series of rocky hills. We descended in an hour. My wife loves taking photos, and as an amateur photographer, I naturally wanted to capture the scenery and the beautiful woman. However, with so many tourists during Labor Day, I didn't get many decent shots.

"It's boring, so many people," she muttered.

"Let's go to the riverbank and take some pictures," I said.

"There's no one there."

"How do we get there? Do you know the way?"

she asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Watch me, I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Let's go," I said.

After descending the mountain, we continued on our motorcycle towards the riverbank. The usually bustling construction site was deserted. We drove the motorcycle into the reeds by the river. I had her stand barefoot in the mud, her back to the Yangtze River, while I kept pressing down on the camera.

"Let's take a nude art photo," she suddenly said to me.

"Why did you come up with this idea?" I asked.

"Didn't you always refuse to take photos like that?"

"Just kidding," she said quietly.

"Take it if you want, there's nobody around here today," I said.

She wrapped all her clothes in plastic bags and placed them on a rock, then stood barefoot there for me to take pictures. I, the amateur photographer, had her use reeds, rocks, and the Yangtze River as a backdrop, and I took many photos of her sitting, standing, and lying down. In the photos, she looked charming and beautiful, not at all seductive or pretentious. I took so many photos that my camera battery was completely drained.

After we got dressed, it was almost noon, and our stomachs started rumbling. We rode our motorcycle back to the city. She said she wanted to buy some summer underwear, so I took her to the vicinity of Baxian City in Nantong. I parked and went to the nearby Grandma's Dumpling Shop to buy tickets, while she bought clothes at a nearby underwear shop.

In the afternoon, I took a nap at home because I was going to Mr. Zhao's house that evening. She stayed home doing laundry and working on the computer.

I woke up after six o'clock. Mr. Zhao had already called, and Xiaoyin had given him the address. We packed up, took some Gansu specialties, and took a taxi to Mr. Zhao's house in Phoenix Rhine Garden.

This was my first time visiting Mr. Zhao's home. His house was indeed nice, and of course, expensive.

I rang the doorbell downstairs.

"Who is this…?"

a young woman's voice asked.

"I'm looking for Mr. Zhao, Zhao Youzhi. I'm Huang Zhizhong from his company," I said.

"Ah, it's you and your husband! Come on up!"

came the reply from the doorbell.

The building door opened, and we climbed to the third floor. The door to apartment 302 was open, and a young woman who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old stood in the doorway.

"Here are your slippers,"

she said, taking out slippers for us to change into.

I looked the young woman up and down. She was rather slender, nearly 1.7 meters tall, with fair skin, a round face, big, watery eyes, and a cute little mouth. If it weren't for her slightly flat nose, she could be considered an absolute beauty.

The young girl was wearing a long apron, a white short-sleeved shirt, and a white skirt. Judging from the two dents in the apron and the rag in her hand, she had been kneeling on the floor wiping it before we arrived.

Just then, Mr. Zhao came out of the kitchen with a smile. "Come in quickly, I've been wanting you to come for a while, but I haven't had time. Please have a seat.

" "Xiao Mei, quickly make tea for your brother and sister-in-law."

"Don't bother, Mr. Zhao,"

I said, taking the tea from Xiao Mei and giving her the gift I brought, which she then took into the inner room.

"Please feel free to look around, hehe, I'll just make a couple more dishes," Mr. Zhao said, and went back to the kitchen.

Xiaoyin and I then toured Mr. Zhao's house. Mr. Zhao was indeed extraordinary; many of the decorations appeared simple, but were actually full of ingenious details. Take the crystal chandelier in the bedroom, for example. The wick was very thick, embedded in the ceiling, and the six sides were decorated with crystal pendants. The twelve bulbs, each with three different colors, could be combined to create different iridescent effects. Most notably, there was a golden decorative hook in the center of the chandelier, which I guessed was for hanging mosquito nets. One of the fabric sofas also had a very peculiar design; the position and number of the armrests were so strange that I can't even describe it. Another room facing south was closed, and Xiaoyin and I didn't rush in. While touring the balcony, I noticed that the windows in that room were double-glazed, unlike those in the other rooms. The curtains were drawn, so we couldn't see inside. I noticed that Mr. Zhao's curtains all had three layers, one of which was made of opaque nylon and felt heavy in my hand. Also, the bathroom was huge, with a massive bathtub inside.

"The food is ready," Mr. Zhao called out.

"We're here,"

I said, pulling Xiaoyin towards the dining room. Suddenly, Xiaomei appeared from behind us like a magician.

"Mr. Zhao, you're too kind. How can we possibly finish all this food?" I said, looking at the table laden with dishes. I also admired Zhao Youzhi; he certainly had some culinary skills.

"It's nothing, we'll try to finish it,"

Mr. Zhao said, opening a bottle of Wuliangye liquor and handing me a bottle of French red wine.

To be honest, I liked both of these drinks, but they were too expensive for an office worker like me. I could only look on with envy.

Mr. Zhao and I each had a glass of baijiu, while the two women each had a glass of red wine.

(Note: People in Nantong drink from 3-4 liang (150-200ml) glasses, a different custom from other places.) "Let's have a family toast," he said, and the four of us began.

"Xiao Huang, from now on, this is your home. Since you're here, don't act like an outsider," Mr. Zhao said.

"Okay, we'll come whenever we have time. And you should come visit us at home sometime too!" I said. "Mr. Zhao, let's have a toast."

"Come on, bottoms up!"

Mr. Zhao said, finishing his drink in one gulp.

We ate and chatted, and the two women started talking about idols and celebrities, getting quite excited.

As the drinks flowed, Mr. Zhao became more talkative. It turned out this was the first time he had hosted a dinner at his home (it seemed I had quite a bit of influence). His family originally lived in a rural area of Anhui. He had a difficult childhood, losing his parents at a young age. When he was 20, he fell in love with a girl from the same village. In the winter of 1977, when the college entrance examination was reinstated, he persevered and was admitted to a university in Harbin. Lacking the money for travel expenses, he didn't return home for the four years he studied, only constantly writing letters to the girl, but she never replied. After graduation, Mr. Zhao went to work in Beijing. He returned to his hometown in Anhui that winter and learned that the girl had been forced to marry an old carpenter from a neighboring village in his second year of university. Because he often wrote to her, the jealous carpenter beat her to death, stripped her naked, and dumped her in the mountains. The old carpenter, out of fear, also committed suicide, leaving behind a daughter whose whereabouts were unknown.

"Come on, daughter... Xiaomei, toast your older brother. It's not unfair of me to let Xiaomei call you 'older brother'!" Mr. Zhao said, somewhat drunk.

"Brother, Xiaomei will be your sister from now on, bottoms up!" Xiaomei said, finishing her red wine in one gulp.

"Thank you, thank you,"

I stammered, quickly finishing my glass of white wine in one go.

"Xiaomei is my daughter, my darling, and she'll be your darling too, Xiaohuang. Take good care of her..." Mr. Zhao said, then passed out. He

looked like he was about to vomit, so Xiaomei and I helped him up and took him to the bathroom. I was almost done drinking, so I said goodbye to Mr. Zhao and his daughter. Xiaomei helped Mr. Zhao to the bathroom, and I asked Xiaoyin to clear the dishes from the table and put them in the kitchen.

As we said goodbye to Mr. Zhao, Xiaomei came out of the bathroom with her hands behind her back. Xiaoyin helped me towards the door. Xiaomei opened the door with one hand, and I saw that she was holding a man's dirty underwear in her other hand.

Just as the door closed,

Xiaomei's voice rang in my ears, "Godfather..." and I instantly passed out.

5. Overtime is the starting point of fate.

The next day, I slept until after 10 a.m., ate some brunch, and then went to work alone. Xiaoyin volunteered to do the housework.

A 12-hour shift was honestly quite annoying.

The entire office building, workshop, and front and back gates were occupied only by me and the gatekeeper, Old Wang. He guarded the back gate and workshop, and I guarded the front gate and office building. In the afternoon, he was going out to have dinner with relatives, so I let him go. That left me alone in the entire company.

I was enjoying being alone when a call came from General Manager Zhao.

"Hey, Xiao Huang, working alone at the company?" General Manager Zhao said.

"Yes, General Manager Zhao, we all drank too much yesterday, and I still have a headache today. How are you?" I quickly replied.

"Almost there. Yesterday was so enjoyable. To be honest, it's been a long time since I've had such a good time drinking," General Manager Zhao said.

"Hehe, you're still amazing, drinking so much,"

I flattered him, wondering what he wanted now.

"Have you eaten?" General Manager Zhao asked.

"No, I'll just eat at the company," I replied.

"Oh, okay! Xiaomei, come to my company and take all these groceries and the beer from the fridge with you. Take them to your brother Huang. Xiaohuang, I'll have your sister bring you some leftovers from yesterday; we'll eat them together." Mr. Zhao said to both people on the phone.

"Don't bother, it's quite far from here, and Xiaomei is alone..." I didn't finish my sentence.

"It's alright, I'll take a taxi. With you as my brother, I'm not worried. Besides, it's just some leftovers, it's nothing." Mr. Zhao continued, "That's settled then, you wait for her at the door!" The phone call ended, and I opened the company door to wait for Xiaomei's arrival.

Xiaomei did arrive quickly, in less than 30 minutes.

She was carrying a large basket, a basket that looked like it came from a movie; now everyone uses lunchboxes and plastic bags, who still uses that?

Xiaomei and I went to the office together. Xiaomei took the food out of the basket; there were eight dishes, six cans of beer, and some rice, which she said was leftovers. Except for two cold dishes, the other dishes hadn't been served yesterday.

"Xiaomei, you're too kind, bringing so much stuff," I said politely.

"Brother Huang, it's nothing, please try to finish it," Xiaomei said.

"Let's eat together, otherwise it'll be a waste if we leave any." I said,

"Okay."

Xiaomei sat down in the office chair and ate with me.

I gave her a can of ice-cold beer, and then opened one for myself. Xiaomei seemed to be able to drink quite a bit; neither of us said anything.

"Xiaomei, is your dad General Manager Zhao?" I finally asked.

"No, I don't know who my dad is. General Manager Zhao is my godfather; that's what I've called him since I was little," Xiaomei replied.

"Oh, I remember Mr. Zhao left the social relations section blank the whole time. That explains why I suddenly have a daughter." I continued, "Not bad, you have a rich godfather. How does Mr. Zhao treat you? Where do you go to school?" "I'm attending a nursing school in Nantong, and I'll go to a junior college later," she replied. Another

long silence followed. I'd had too much to drink, and my mind wasn't working properly anymore. I blurted out a wrong question, "Where are your family?" I asked.

"My family is all gone," she said, lowering her head.

Then she went on to tell her story. Her full name was Li Mei. She came to Guangzhou with her mother when she was little. She didn't know who her father was. Her mother worked alone in a factory while she played in their rented room. Later, her mother felt that earning money was too slow, so at the urging of a coworker, she went to work in a hair salon. This improved their lives considerably. She met her godfather around this time, as only he would sleep in their rented room. Of course, he would also buy her toys. Later, under the influence of others, her mother became addicted to drugs. Her once beautiful mother lost her beauty due to drug use. One time, she had a drug relapse and died in a car accident while out.

(I strongly oppose the use of any drugs, hence this addition.) The weather in Nantong in May isn't very hot, but I'm a "sweat addict." Whether drinking or eating, I sweat a lot. I felt embarrassed in front of such a beautiful woman, covered in sweat.

Fortunately, the company had installed four solar water heaters, mainly for the supervisors on night shift. I asked Xiaomei to check the monitors for me and told her I was going to take a shower. Then I went to my office on the first floor to look for my keys.

It had been a long time since I'd been to work, and I wasn't entirely sure when the keys had been moved. I couldn't find them anywhere. Just as I was leaving the office in disappointment, Xiaomei handed me a set of keys.

"My godfather asked me to bring these to you," Xiaomei said.

"He said you sweat a lot and he was worried you wouldn't be able to find the public key. You can shower in his office's private bathtub." "Mr. Zhao, haha," I couldn't say anything, just gave a silly laugh. I thought to myself, "Mr. Zhao is so thoughtful. No wonder he's so capable; I don't have that kind of ability.

" "When you get home, please thank Mr. Zhao for me. He's so considerate," I said.

Then I went to Mr. Zhao's office alone. I opened the door; the office was very tidy. Then I went to his private bathroom to shower.

Saying it was a shower was just a quick rinse off the sweat. I put all my clothes on the chair outside the sauna tub, turned my back, and quickly washed away the sweat. I was clean in no time. I turned off the water, dried myself, and came out to get dressed, only to find my clothes were gone. I opened the bathroom door and peeked out. Xiaomei was using a garment steamer to dry my underwear and shirt. The door creaked open, and she looked over.

"Brother, your clothes will be dry soon," she said

, then turned back to continue steaming.

Being naked, I couldn't go out, so I waited quietly in the bathroom.

A little while later, my underwear was dry, and Xiaomei handed it to me. Her face was so natural, without any girlish shyness, just like when my wife washes my clothes. This gesture made this old man blush.

I quickly put on my underwear and went outside to check if there was anything wrong with the factory gate. We were both in the office; if the gate was open, a thief could easily move the entire company. Although the company didn't have any cash, the five tons of copper plates and wire were still very tempting.

When I saw the gate was tightly closed, my heart finally settled. Xiaomei also came out of the office, holding the gate's remote control.

"I turned on the alarm, but there's been no sound," Xiaomei said.

I then remembered that when the automatic security system was installed, the infrared alarm would automatically sound whenever someone passed by the company gate. While the device was good, even stray dogs could trigger it, and the constant buzzing was annoying. Later, a switch was installed to turn the alarm off.

"Excuse me, where are my outer pants?"

I asked. I was only wearing my underwear and a pair of leather shoes, looking quite ridiculous.

"Your outer pants aren't dry yet. Put on a shirt first."

As Xiaomei spoke, she went to the office and retrieved my shirt.

Even wearing it, I felt incredibly ridiculous, but there was no other way; my pants were still hanging on the line, my

socks and pants swaying in the wind.

I told Xiaomei to go back to Mr. Zhao's place first, and I'd wait here for the clothes to dry.

"My godfather's going out for a business dinner tonight, he'll be back late," Xiaomei said. "I'll send him a text message telling him you'll take me home." Then her fingers flew across the keyboard; these 90s girls are definitely much better than me.

I wanted to say something more, but after seeing Mr. Zhao's reply of "okay," I didn't want to say anything more.

Xiaomei asked me to accompany her to the office, so I had no choice but to go with her to Mr. Zhao's office. After she got to the office, she opened the bathroom door, went in, and then closed the door behind her.

I wandered aimlessly outside the door, hoping my pants would dry quickly. I didn't want anyone to see me in such an embarrassing state. Of course, even if nothing happened, a man and a woman alone together could lead to gossip, especially dressed like this. I didn't want to become the laughingstock or the subject of conversation among my colleagues. Out of

boredom, I turned on Mr. Zhao's computer on his desk. The system was the same as the one I had installed, with the same password and username. Mr. Zhao rarely used the computer; he only used it to read the news—at least that was my previous assessment of his computers.

Once logged in, the desktop was as clean as ever, except for a newly installed QQ app. There were no other new software programs installed. I idly glanced at the day's news.

It's impossible for a man not to be lustful, and soon I opened a pornographic website I frequented. The bathroom door was right behind me; I could see everything outside, but nothing behind me.

Pornographic websites are indeed attractive to men. I was so engrossed in watching that I didn't even notice Xiaomei standing behind me. By the time I realized it, it was too late; Xiaomei had been watching me for who knows how long.

"Brother, it's okay, you see, I won't tell."

Xiaomei said immediately after seeing me, then took out the clothes to hang them out to dry. I noticed she was only wearing a rather oversized white shirt and slippers. It

was honestly quite embarrassing for a man to expose his lecherous nature to a young girl; I'd never been so humiliated before! I went out of the office and went to my pants, hoping they would dry quickly; I didn't want to continue this embarrassing situation.

Xiaomei came up behind me.

"Brother, your pants aren't dry yet! Wait a little longer!"

Xiaomei said, and seeing the damp pants, I could only shake my head.

"Let's wait in the office,"

Xiaomei said, then took my hand and led me back to the office.

She sat down in a chair and pulled me to sit next to her. I then realized she wasn't wearing a bra; thankfully, she was wearing white disposable underwear, otherwise, she would have been completely exposed.

Xiaomei sat there nonchalantly, and I could only sit there awkwardly as well. Her legs kept shifting position, and her snow-white skin reminded me of ice cream—it would melt if I didn't eat it.

"Was the woman you just looked at prettier than me?" Xiaomei spoke first.

"Um, oh..."

I couldn't say anything; it was quite embarrassing for me.

"You men are all lustful,"

Xiaomei continued, noticing my embarrassment, "You drool over pretty women." "You're prettier, though," I finally answered her first question.

"Where's pretty?" Xiaomei pressed.

"Um, oh..." I didn't know how to answer again.

"Here?"

she said, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal a pair of beautiful breasts. The nipples were pink, the breasts were very white, and they stood erect and firm, looking very beautiful—a woman's asset.

I stared, speechless.

"You..."

I didn't know what to say; my face burned, just like the feeling of making love with Xiaoyin for the first time.

"Put your clothes on, don't catch a cold,"

I managed to squeeze out after thinking for a while.

"It's okay."

A smug smile appeared on Xiaomei's face, and I realized that my penis had already become erect and was about to burst my underwear.

"I want to compare myself to the women on the computer and see who's prettier." I don't know why, but I opened the browser and started looking at pornographic photos with Xiaomei. Xiaomei kept commenting on these photos.

At some point, she took off her underwear and asked me to judge whether she was prettier or the women in the photos. I quickly described how pretty and youthful she was, but the most authoritative voice was my penis, which remained erect.

The photos online included not only women but also men, and of course, countless photos of intercourse. These photos made my mouth dry and my heart itch. My penis remained erect, and Xiaomei's hand naturally slipped into my underwear, caressing my glans and urethral opening. My hand naturally moved to her breasts, kneading them. When she saw a man penetrating a woman, Xiaomei would sometimes pull back the foreskin, sometimes touch my testicles, and the pre-ejaculate fluid inside the urethral opening would drip out, creating an indescribable pleasure.

My hand gradually moved from caressing her breasts to caressing the entrance to her vulva. I shouldn't go inside yet; after all, she was a young girl, and I didn't want her blood to have been shed for nothing. My child and wife already occupied my entire heart.

I had never seen a young girl's vulva before, but I could tell that Xiaomei had no pubic hair. My hands were already completely wet.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Xiaomei asked me.

I nodded to indicate that I was uncomfortable.

"Let me see your penis,"

Xiaomei said, and very naturally pulled down my underwear, and my penis immediately sprang out.

My penis wasn't long, only 16 centimeters in length and 32mm in diameter, a conclusion I reached after measuring it with the equipment at my workplace.

Xiaomei examined it carefully, sometimes pulling back the foreskin, sometimes fiddling with the urethral opening, and then shaking it back and forth and side to side like holding the joystick of "Street Fighter." My face showed a mixture of emotions.

"I'll suck it for you,"

Xiaomei said, and began to suckle up and down with her small mouth, while skillfully rubbing it with her delicate hands. She licked my large, shiny, reddish-black penis with the gentle, patient movements of a porn star, performing it with remarkable professionalism. Perhaps this is the innate understanding of a beautiful woman. She

occasionally licked my scrotum with her tongue, her left hand still holding the base of my penis, while her right hand stimulated all my sensitive areas.

A feeling of pressure came from my scrotum, and she began to stir it with her tongue and mouth; her skillful movements showed she was a master of seduction.

She was young and beautiful! Her actions were bold and obscene! The service every man dreams of! I could feel my glans throbbing in her mouth. I tried to hold back my ejaculation, hoping this pleasurable moment could last.

Waves of pleasure surged from my penis, and I couldn't control myself any longer. I cried out, "You're doing so well, I'm about to cum!" With each throbbing of my penis, all my semen shot into Xiaomei's mouth and I swallowed it. Xiaomei sucked my semen clean, like she was nursing.

I felt incredibly good and looked at her in surprise. She smiled back at me.

"Was it good? I learned it from the computer," Xiaomei said.

"Mmm!" I nodded.

"I'll go check my clothes," Xiaomei said, and went out.

My mind was a mess. How could I tell my wife when I got home? I've always been a good husband, but today I'm completely ruined.

Xiaomei brought me dry trousers and her clothes. I quickly dressed and left the office. After I left, I called Old Wang and asked him to come to the company early for his shift.

After hanging up the phone, I saw Xiaomei crying alone.

"You men are all the same, you're done with it and then you leave without even a thank you," Xiaomei sobbed.

"I...I don't know what to say," I said, feeling even more embarrassed.

Xiaomei noticed my awkwardness and chuckled, making me feel even more awkward with her crying and laughing.

"I don't need you to take responsibility, as long as you're satisfied, brother,"

Xiaomei said, and went back to her office to clean up the mess.

It was quite a while before Old Wang arrived; it was already past 8 o'clock. I told him I was going home first.

I immediately went out and hailed a taxi. Xiaomei and I sat in the back seat. I told the driver to go to a shop near the Haohe River. Xiaomei sat next to me, holding my hand like a wife. I just wanted to buy this young woman some clothes or something to make up for my sins.

It was quite late, and not many clothing stores were open. Xiaomei went to an underwear store first. She chose quickly, and I only had to pay. Then she bought a coat and pants. By the time she finished choosing, it was almost 10 o'clock. I took a taxi to take her home. When we got to her door, she handed me a bag, saying it was for Xiaoyin and asked me to look at it before taking it home.

6. Wriggling and Arguing

I had the taxi take me directly home. In the taxi, I kept thinking about how to explain what happened today. My wife couldn't know about this, but what if Xiaomei kept bothering me?

I was doomed. Women are natural detectives. She could figure out what I was lying about with her toes. I decided to say that Old Wang asked me to come home first while he was on duty alone. If my wife noticed the perfume on me, I would explain that Xiaomei came to the company to pick something up, and I took her home directly. Yes, that would explain the woman's scent on me.

Today was so unexpected and exciting.

The car sped along, and I arrived home at 10:30. To mask the smell, I got off at a nearby noodle shop (a 24-hour eatery in Nantong).

I ordered a bowl of noodles and a bottle of beer, hoping the aroma of soybean oil and beer would cover my body odor.

I didn't eat much of the noodles or beer; getting home quickly was the best course of action.

I tiptoed home, and only when I reached my doorstep did I remember what Xiaomei had said. I opened the bag.

Inside was a set of black patent leather underwear. I examined it closely under the hallway light. First, there was a leather thong; the front was made of patent leather, enough to cover what needed to be covered, but the back was just a thin string, practically nothing at all.

Next was a leather jumpsuit. The pants were open-crotch, exposing the buttocks, but the stomach and waist were completely covered in patent leather, with elastic in some areas. This design made it more universally flattering and also concealed many women's small bellies. The feet and calves were made of stockings, while the thighs were patent leather.

The top was sleeveless, except for a cutout design at the breasts, with several thick straps and metal chains, as if the breasts were being tied to the clothes, emphasizing their fullness and feminine allure. If worn with a trench coat and boots, no one would suspect that there was something else underneath.

Finally, there was an eye mask and a leather mask, like Zorro. I wondered what this girl was up to.

I put the clothes away, quietly opened the door with my key, placed the clothes on the shoe rack by the door, and changed into foam slippers. I felt guilty.

From the doorway, I could see dim light coming from the bedroom; Xiaoyin wasn't asleep yet.

I quietly walked to the door, about to enter the bedroom, when a bolt from the blue struck me at the doorway. I saw Xiaoyin sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a red feather mask and computer headphones, occasionally giggling at the computer screen.

Reason and curiosity made me stand there dumbfounded. From outside, I saw a man's voice on the computer screen, his penis exposed, rapidly stroking it up and down with his hand, while a bunch of tiny tongues on the screen kept licking and refreshing.

Xiaoyin took off her pajamas, revealing her bra, then put them back on, giggling again, then quickly typed a few words, and waved to the webcam. The tiny tongues and flowers on the computer screen scrolled even faster. She then took off her pajama bottoms and pajamas, wearing white stockings and a white thong, constantly twisting her waist and legs in front of the webcam, occasionally stepping her high heels on the computer desk. Suddenly she turned around, and I quickly retreated to the door. After a while, I heard a man's voice, accompanied by decadent music.

I peeked through the doorway again. My wife was already at the computer, headphones on the table, the sound blasting out. Her underwear was still lying to the side, her bare bottom exposed.

A man's voice: "Baby, show me your pussy, we need you, baby," he said in a very obsequious tone, like a hen's head.

Xiaoyin had her legs propped up on the computer desk. From the screen, I could see my private parts, displayed to everyone.

Xiaoyin typed a few words on the computer and clicked a few times. Another window showed a new man's image, seemingly also masturbating.

Man's voice: "We want you! Ah baby!!! Show me your tits! Baby, we're about to cum." Man's voice: "Hurry! We're going to cum! Baby." Man's voice: "Please give flowers and applause to *** baby..." Flowers, little tongues, and little hands kept scrolling across the screen, and the man kept teasing her.

My wife, Xiaoyin, kept changing the video and the man's voice. She also occasionally touched her private parts, making squelching sounds.

She took an electric dildo from the drawer, put on a condom, and inserted it into her vagina. Then she took off all her clothes and began masturbating on the edge of the bed, making sounds like "Ah! Ah!"

A man's voice said, "Like this, my baby, ah! We're about to cum!" Another man's voice said, "Fuck, 00432187900 kick you..." The man continued thrusting, and his wife seemed to be reaching orgasm. I was stunned, and my penis was already unconsciously erect.

Xiaoyin suddenly turned around. I didn't have time to hide. She saw me at the door and witnessed everything. Laughter, tears, and terror all flashed across her face. Then, Xiaoyin urinated all over the bed.

A man's voice: "She climaxed. Did we ejaculate again? Type 's,' where are the flowers?"... Xiaoyin turned off the computer without saying a word and started making the bed.

I didn't want to say anything. I went to the study and turned on the computer. I just wanted some peace and quiet; my mind was a mess.

This day was terrible. I hadn't controlled myself in the afternoon, and now I was being cheated on. Misfortunes never come singly! 12 Xiaoyin finished tidying the bedroom. She came to the study and, just as she was about to say something, burst into tears. Most men are afraid of women crying.

I yelled, "You slut, what have you been doing? If you don't explain yourself tonight, I'm going back to Lanzhou tomorrow!" "I... I didn't do anything wrong, I was just curious," Xiaoyin cried. I continued yelling, "Damn it, you slut, tell me...! Tell me! How could you do this to me?" I stood up to leave.

Xiaoyin grabbed me, and I shoved her onto the sofa.

"I'll talk, I'll talk," Xiaoyin cried even harder.

Xiaoyin choked up and said, "After you went to Northeast China alone last time, I spent my days watching Taiwanese dramas online. One time, I saw an adult chat app, and out of curiosity, I installed it. I opened a room and saw many men's voices and women performing. I saw many men constantly teasing an ugly woman. I thought these men were really stupid. I couldn't help but let them see me. They kept teasing me, and I felt itchy down there. I don't know why, so I let them see me." "And then?" I asked. "Then, I got addicted. I was with these people every day. I kept thinking about you, and then I had an orgasm. I'm not a slut. I haven't really slept with any other men, really," Xiaoyin said.

"What about that mask?" I asked.

"I bought that mask. I was afraid people would know who I am," Xiaoyin said.

"Are there any others?" I asked.

"And, a wireless remote-controlled vibrating egg, a large dildo, several sets of clothes..." Xiaoyin said, looking at my face with fear. The anger on my face had subsided. Xiaoyin understood me completely, which was why she was willing to marry me.

"Okay, let's go to sleep. We'll talk about it tomorrow," I said.

Then I went to the bathroom to clear my head. I knew we already had a child, my precious child. I didn't want a divorce or to show any discord between Xiaoyin and me in front of the child. After all, harmony in the family is paramount.

I remember when I first graduated, a colleague at work got divorced. The woman left with an older man from Taiwan. The 12-year-old boy would sit blankly behind me every day, staring at me as I drew and surfed the internet. Sometimes he would grab the phone next to me, saying he wanted to call his mother, but he wouldn't actually dial any number. He would just hold the phone blankly for half an hour. Later, the boy died alone by a pond near the workplace.

Whenever I think of this, I shudder. At work, I always feel like a pair of eyes are staring at me.

It wasn't until the company moved to a new factory that I escaped this nightmare.

For the sake of the child, let it go. Didn't I already give Xiaomei oral sex? I came out of the bathroom, and my wife was already sitting alone on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at me. She was afraid to sleep; she was afraid this was the last night she would share a bed with me.

I walked to the bedside and said something stupid to her: "Forget it, just be careful next time."

Xiaoyin breathed a sigh of relief as if she had received a get-out-of-jail-free card. I crawled into the covers, and Xiaoyin crawled in too. She slowly grasped my penis with her hand, and I realized how intense the stimulation had been; my penis was still hard

. Xiaoyin didn't say anything. She nestled between my legs, rubbing my penis with her breasts, then licking my glans and shaft, even sucking my testicles into her mouth. As she sucked my glans in and out, my urethral opening felt itchy.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

"Just cum on my face,"

Xiaoyin said. We changed positions; I stood on the floor, and Xiaoyin knelt on the floor. She continued sucking my glans, and suddenly I felt a surge of urination; I was about to ejaculate.

My wife could clearly feel my penis twitching. She took it out of her mouth and, with her mouth still open, my semen sprayed onto her face, mouth, and eyes. My wife closed her eyes and let the semen flow everywhere.

This kind of ejaculation was something I never dared to imagine before. The actresses in the movies I watched often did this, and I also hoped that my wife could make me ejaculate like this, but she thought it was too disgusting. Even oral sex was extremely rare. Today, my wish came true.

In some ways, I should thank this online software.

Xiaoyin swallowed the semen on her face, stood up, and went to the bathroom to wash it off by herself.

I lay back down in bed and heard Xiaoyin finish washing up. She lay down next to me and whispered, "Honey, was that comfortable?"

I hummed in agreement. She continued, "Tomorrow I'll give you a surprise. I'm your slutty wife, and my cunt is waiting for your training."

"Oh, go to sleep! I'm sleepy!" I said.

"No, you have to scold me, or I won't let you sleep." Xiaoyin looked like a slut.

"You fucking slut, I'll fuck you to death tomorrow, I'll let you die under my lewd cock!" I felt good, and Xiaoyin seemed to sense my needs too.

"Tomorrow, let my cunt fuck you to your heart's content..." I've never said such dirty words before. I've always been a good kid, but today I've fallen to this level.

7. Even more crazy

The next morning we got up very late. I was a little tired, so Xiaoyin slept with me in bed. We didn't get up until almost noon. We skipped breakfast and had a quick brunch, and neither of us mentioned what happened last night. Xiaoyin

wanted to go to the housing expo, and I also wanted to check out the house prices. I've wanted to move to a bigger house for a while now. Our current house is a bit small, a two-bedroom apartment. When my parents and child come to Nantong, Xiaoyin and I never have our own private space. As the child grows up, I also want to get a quiet study room for him.

After all, the quality of education and the level of competition in Nantong are much higher than in Lanzhou.

I told Xiaoyin to change her clothes, and I also found an outer garment to wear.

May weather is like a baby's face, changing in an instant.

It's okay to wear a skirt on the 1st. Today is a gloomy, windy day with no sunshine at all. I went downstairs to get the motorcycle, and Xiaoyin was changing clothes in the bedroom.

"Hurry up, I'll go downstairs to get the motorcycle and fill up the tank. You come down right away," I said.

"Okay, wait for me, I'm coming," Xiaoyin replied.

"Call me if you can't see me,"

I said, and went downstairs.

Women are always so slow when they go out; it takes them at least half a day to get ready.

The gas station is in the opposite direction from the housing expo we're going to, so I figured Xiaoyin would be downstairs by the time I finished filling up.

I went back downstairs after filling up, but I still didn't see Xiaoyin. I got a little impatient and called her on my cell phone.

"Beep beep... Hey, honey, hurry up! You're so slow!" I said into the phone.

"You rascal, the clothes you bought are nice! I didn't realize." She replied somewhat irrelevantly.

"We'll talk about the clothes later, hurry up and come down," I said, a little annoyed.

"Coming!... Beep..." The phone hung up.

Women are always a step ahead of men; no matter what mistakes happen, they can always manage to make a man happy.

I hate Xiaoyin's nagging personality the most, and she always manages to distract me so I can't get angry.

After a long while, Xiaoyin finally came downstairs. She was wearing a gray-white long trench coat and black boots, carrying her small bag.

"It's windy outside, this is perfect," I said.

"I saw it was windy after I came down, so I went back to change, otherwise I would have waited this long," Xiaoyin explained again.

"Come up," I said .

"Oh, it would be great if you could drive," Xiaoyin complained.

"I'm too busy, I'll learn when I have time," I said.

Xiaoyin and I aren't unable to afford a car; we can certainly afford a regular one. One reason is that my commute is short, and I'm not particularly interested in driving, so I haven't learned to drive.

Another reason is that houses in Nantong are getting increasingly expensive, and the rate of price increases far exceeds the rate of my savings.

When I bought my house, it was already close to 4,000 yuan per square meter, and now some good houses near schools have doubled in price. With my salary and bonuses, buying one would be quite difficult.

At the housing expo in the square by the Haohe River, Xiaoyin and I just casually looked around. Some saleswomen were enthusiastically promoting houses, and the sky-high prices made me gasp. I could only superficially grab some brochures without intending to look at them carefully.

"Sir, please take a look at ** Garden,"

a woman in a cheongsam enthusiastically introduced, while casually handing me a sales brochure.

"The average price is 6,000 yuan per square meter," I said to Xiaoyin.

"Where is it?" Xiaoyin asked.

"Near ** University," the saleswoman interjected.

"It's still 4 kilometers away?" I asked.

"It's not far! Much cheaper than houses in the city, the money saved can buy a nice car," the saleswoman replied much faster than I could calculate; she probably says this every day.

"Shall we go take a look?" Xiaoyin said.

"Yes, sir, we have one phase of ready-built houses, and the second phase has started pre-sales," the saleswoman said.

"Let's go take a look; everyone who visits the site will receive a lady's handbag and a gentleman's tie as a gift." She then picked up a pretty little bag and waved it in front of my wife.

Small favors are always a tried-and-true method for breaking down a woman's defenses. On the way, I reminded my wife not to accept gifts from strangers, but Xiaoyin was already attracted to the handbag. For this handbag, she and the saleswoman practically dragged me onto the sales shuttle bus.

The shuttle bus left on demand, and there weren't many people left at the housing expo on the 3rd—just Xiaoyin, two other couples, and me. I felt like I'd been tricked.

We'd probably driven so many times already, it only took fifteen minutes to get to the new apartment building. Just as the saleswoman had said, my wife immediately handed me her purse as soon as we got out of the car. Xiaoyin linked arms with me,

and the saleswoman led us to see the apartments. I told her I wanted to see an apartment around 135 square meters, preferably a three-bedroom, two-living-room or four-bedroom, two-living-room unit. The saleswoman who greeted us said she was going to get the keys, but handed me a brochure and pointed out that only two units were left, spaced far apart, with slightly different sizes and layouts.

I decided to look at the one further away, and the saleswoman took the keys and showed us.

This apartment was on the top floor of a low-rise building, quite far from the sales office. As we walked, the saleswoman described the beautiful scenery, without any attempt to sell us anything. I also noticed that the slit in her leather robe was unusually high; you could see the top of her pantyhose as she walked. Perhaps other saleswomen wore similar slits, and I just hadn't noticed. I was only focused on the price and size.

The saleswoman was wearing extremely high heels, and perhaps because she didn't wear them often, she walked with a swaying gait, neither natural nor coordinated, as if deliberately showing off her black stockings. Any man would be envious.

We walked for quite a while before finally reaching the building. The elevator went straight to the 11th floor. The saleswoman opened the apartment door; it was empty.

My wife just looked at me, as if buying a house had nothing to do with her.

I, however, took a serious look around. Thankfully, the plumbing and electrical work were all done.

The 140-square-meter, four-bedroom apartment was quite to my liking.

I nodded repeatedly as I looked around.

"Hello, yes, I'm coming,"

the saleswoman answered a phone call.

"Sir, you can look at the apartment first. I'll go to the front desk," she said.

"Should we close the door when we leave?" I asked.

"Close it! This apartment has already been sold; we need to come and sign the contract now," she said.

"You can buy in the second phase; the price can be discounted."

After saying that, she took the elevator downstairs.

Now it's just Xiaoyin and me in the whole building.

"That woman was really slutty," Xiaoyin said.

"That's their job," I argued.

"You've got your eye on that woman, haven't you? Men are all the same, always siding with outsiders," Xiaoyin said.

"Just look at the house, I don't have that kind of scheming mind. I haven't even figured out how to pay for the house yet, it's 900,000 yuan!" I said.

"Honey, I need to pee," Xiaoyin said.

"New house, no toilet, let me look!"

I said, going to the bathroom. I saw a drainpipe for a toilet, I figured I'd have to pee in it.

"Come to the bathroom!" I said.

"Coming,"

Xiaoyin was probably bursting to pee, she immediately went to the bathroom.

"Just pee in this hole!" I said.

"It's too small, I can't pee in, it's too high," Xiaoyin said.

"Let me carry you," I said.

Xiaoyin was probably bursting to pee, she squatted down to pee, "You can't pee on the ground, how will people look at the house later?" I said, immediately picking her up, a stream of water gushed out.

Luckily, I used to potty train the kids often, so I accurately directed all of my wife's urine into the toilet drain.

After putting her down, I noticed she was wearing the lingerie Xiaomei had bought her. Xiaoyin had worn that outfit all day; I don't know what she was thinking. But seeing that outfit, any man's lower body would immediately become aroused.

"Why are you wearing this?" I asked.

"Does it look good? It's the clothes you bought! Nobody noticed today."

No wonder she wore a trench coat; it was all to cover up her sexy outfit.

"Unbutton your trench coat, I want to see," I said.

"Okay! I look better than that girl from before, right?"

Xiaoyin said, then unbuttoned her coat.

Xiaoyin wasn't wearing any underwear! No wonder she squatted down so quickly; her breasts and genitals were completely exposed. Xiaoyin even wriggled a few times.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked.

"Hot, how about you?"

Xiaoyin said, coming to my side and immediately reaching into my crotch, playing with my penis.

"I want you to fuck me, husband, I want it," Xiaoyin said.

"You slut, this is someone else's new house," I said.

"It's because it's a new house that I want you to fuck me. Stop talking, hurry up, get this feeling," Xiaoyin said. "I'm going to fuck you to death today, you son of a bitch!" I cursed.

"I'm just letting you fuck me, hurry up and put your cock in! My pussy juice is all over the floor!" Xiaoyin said, standing up and masturbating.

I didn't stop, quickly pulled down my pants, and thrust my penis in from behind into Xiaoyin's vagina. Maybe this is what outdoor sex feels like.

"So good... so exciting... your cock feels so good inside me... it's fucking good..." Xiaoyin cursed excitedly.

"I want your cock, hurry up, it feels so good... next time you have to use a horse's cock to fuck me, I'm a fucking bastard..." "Keep fucking me... yes, like that, harder... today is so good, I haven't felt good in a long time."

"You slut, you have so many tricks up your sleeve," I said.

"I am a slut, I am a whore," "it feels so fucking good, husband, keep cursing me. "

Xiaoyin was a little confused.

"You fucking bitch, I'll fuck your cunt raw, fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck your fucking cunt to death... you're a slut who needs to be fucked."

"I'm just a fucking slut, fuck me hard..."

"Fuck you to death...fuck you to death..."

I said... In this atmosphere, Xiaoyin and I reached orgasm almost simultaneously. Xiaoyin squirted and sprayed water all over the new house, and I also ejaculated a lot of semen directly into Xiaoyin's vagina.

"You ejaculated inside, is it okay?" I asked.

"It's fine, it's relatively safe these days," Xiaoyin replied. "That's good." As the orgasm gradually subsided, we started packing our clothes, after all, I was worried about the saleswoman coming out of the elevator.

[The End]

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