Married female military officer

In the barracks of a military
unit in a mountainous area of northern China, two female officers were preparing for their leave. One of them, with a flower on her shoulder, was taking off her camouflage top. As her soft, slender fingers unhooked it, her breasts, stretched taut by her bra, were revealed. She casually tossed the camouflage top into a laundry bag. Just as she was about to remove her camouflage undershirt, a phone rang.
"Hello... Honey, have you missed me... Hmm... I'm temporarily staying on duty today and can't go back... Oh... I hate it... I miss you so much... Panpan, my darling... Mommy has to stay at the military base today and can't go back. Be good at Grandma's house today... Honey... I love you too..."
The female major, speaking intimately through a Bluetooth headset, clearly didn't believe the female major was really staying on duty. Hearing the faint sigh of regret on the other end of the line, she let out a soft "pfft."
The female major, who was on the phone, smiled as she watched the female lieutenant respond. Her movements as she changed clothes didn't stop because of the call. When the camouflage t-shirt left her body, it revealed breasts that were roughly a D-cup. The half-bra accentuated her fair skin, creating a deep cleavage. Just as the female major was lightly unbuttoning her camouflage pants, a slender, delicate hand smoothed her disheveled hair, revealing her sexy neck. Another hand slipped under her arm from behind, and with a soft "click," a delicate, nimble hand replaced the fallen bra, gently caressing her beautiful breasts. The owner of those hands was none other than the female lieutenant.
"Mmm... I won't say anymore... Husband... Mmm... Okay... I'll give you a kiss, ah... Mmm... I... I love you too..."
Her intimate farewell was teasing, her words broken and fragmented. At this moment, the female major was only wearing underwear, concealing her most exquisite secret.
"Senior...you're lying to your husband! You were already changing clothes, but you lied and said you had to stay behind."
The lieutenant, being a woman herself, knew every sensitive spot on her senior's body. Her fingers slid smoothly over her delicate back, caressing her slender waist.
"That's...to give my husband a surprise...um...Huiling...junior, no...we're going on...we're going on vacation...not now...we'll...we'll do it again after vacation...um..."
The major politely refused the lieutenant named Huiling, but Huiling showed no sign of stopping. Her fingers slid from her waist down her stomach to her full, firm breasts, her eager lips whispering in the major's ear.
"Senior Jiayao...you're so cunning. You were the one who showed me the beauty of love between girls back in school, you led me into this world, but after graduation you abandoned me to marry a man. Look...your body is full of mature sexiness, your child is already in elementary school...here...a gentle pinch and white milk comes out...tsk tsk...so fragrant...none of my 'girlfriends' outside can compare to you...Senior...I can't wait until the holiday is over, I want...like we were back in school..."
Huiling changed from a bear hug to an embrace, aggressively leading Jiayao to sit on the bed, pressing down on Jiayao, her lustful eyes fixed on Jiayao.
"Junior..."
Ever since Huiling transferred to this unit the day before yesterday, from the complicated look in her eyes, Jiayao knew in her heart that this day would come sooner or later, but Huiling brought up the past so bluntly, Jiayao remembered her past same-sex relationship in military school, her face inexplicably blushed, but then she felt she shouldn't.
"I'm going home... I want to surprise him... and... it can't be like before..."
"Senior... I know... I won't make you too tired... Let me... I'll take the initiative... You just need to lie down..."
Huiling didn't say anything more, her clothes falling to the floor one by one. She pushed Jiayao down onto the bed, her long, slender legs forcefully spreading Jiayao's legs apart. Her serpentine waist swayed gently, her hot skin rubbing against Jiayao's inner thighs.
It wasn't that Jiayao was unwilling, but the moral boundaries after marriage prevented her from letting go. To be honest, women understand women better than men. Compared to the pleasure with her husband, the unique tenderness that only women possess was unforgettable. At the same time, the charm of a beautiful woman has a certain attraction for both men and women, especially since Huiling was a stunning beauty who would be considered a stunner anywhere. Because of this, Jiayao had never cruelly pushed Huiling away or rejected her.
Huiling spoke through actions, passionately kissing Jiayao's neck, one of Jiayao's erogenous zones, her hands no longer focusing on caressing those three points. One hand caressed her cheek, fingers teasing Jia Yao's soft lips, while the other caressed her slender waist, which showed no signs of childbirth. Her fingers roamed over the smooth, supple skin, from her waist to her back, gently pressing the Shenshu acupoint (a point on the back of the waist, believed to enhance arousal). After a while, her fingers slid down to her pristine navel, lightly touching it with her fingertips.
Jia Yao offered no resistance, letting Hui Ling be unrestrained on her body. The gentle caress was incredibly pleasurable, like a massage, completely relaxing every pore of her body. Each kiss and touch slowly intensified her sensuality.
"Senior...you're
so beautiful..." "No, I can't compare to Huiling's figure. Model height, pretty face, slender waist, perky buttocks, and those irresistibly beautiful legs. Don't you remember how you looked in a skirt when you first arrived at the army? How many brothers stuck their butts out in the assembly area to hide their reactions?"
Jiayao was unimpressed by her junior's praise, instead praising the junior who was superior in every way.
"No way...I don't have a D-cup bust, and I'm not as sweet-looking as you, senior. How can I compare to you, senior who was the school beauty queen for four consecutive years and even hosted a program on Juguang? Look...this doesn't look like someone who's had a child, and...ah...so fragrant breast milk, tsk tsk...delicious."
Huiling compared their figures while launching an attack on their three points.
"Junior... um... your perfectly proportioned C-cup breasts are even more alluring than my heavy chest... If... if my husband hadn't refused to give me the lactation-suppressing injection... I wouldn't have any milk left... umm... don't do that... umm... no... I'll... I'll moan..."
Due to her special constitution and her husband's demands, even though Jia Yao's child was already in elementary school, milk would still flow from her luscious nipples when she was sucked and squeezed. As Jia Yao gradually entered a state of ecstasy, under Hui Ling's assault, her body became warm and sensual, her breath revealing a mature charm.
Hui Ling knew from the body's reaction that this charming married military officer was aroused. Her mouth kept sucking and licking the nipple, her hands sliding down her full breasts, pulling the cumbersome panties to the ground, and she pressed her own hot body against them, her slender waist rubbing against her pubic bone. She could feel the sexy pubic hair quickly becoming wet, and thinking of the wonderful things to come, her lower body was also burning hot.
“Okay, junior, mmm, you’re still… still messing with me… ah… I… I’m going to fight back… oh… your breasts seem to have grown again recently… they’re not any smaller than mine…”
Jia Yao’s arousal had been aroused, and she no longer cared about anything else. She grabbed the pair of firm, tender breasts with both hands and began to lewdly tease Hui Ling.
“Ah… senior… heh… I can’t take it anymore… I… I want…”
Hui Ling kissed Jia Yao’s mature lips, their tongues intertwining.
“Tsk tsk…”
Wet saliva swirled in her mouth, making obscene sounds. Their breasts were intertwined, flattened like dough under the overlapping of their bodies. Faint traces of blood from their desire peeked out from the white skin of their breasts. If anyone saw this arousing sight, it would be impossible for things to end well.
Their lips lingered, the stringy juices and saliva at the corners of their mouths revealing their desires. The two women changed positions again, their lewd genitals shamelessly tempting each other. Jia Yao's thick pubic hair was wet from the friction of their genitals, sticking wantonly to her abdomen, while Hui Ling's was sparse, with a few glistening drops of lustful fluid on her pubic hair, shining brilliantly in the light, even more so than Jia Yao's.
"Senior... ah... suck... mmm... so... so comfortable... mmm..."
"Mmm... so much water... tsk... Hui Ling... you're so horny... you've leaked so much today..."
"Mmm... senior... you... mmm... you've leaked quite a bit too... listen..."
Hui Ling, not to be outdone, probed Jia Yao's vagina with her fingers, the wet vagina making a "slurping" sound as her fingers stirred.
"Ah... Hui... Ling... Don't do that... Ah... If you do that I... will scream... outside... outside will hear... Ah... No..."
"Don't worry, senior, the brothers in the army leave very quickly, the company commander downstairs went home before the Juguang class, and this is the fourth floor, there is an iron door in the stairwell, our female officers' dormitory is very independent, it's okay... Ah... Senior... you... Ah ah ah..."
Jia Yao was not to be outdone, she was more familiar with this youthful body than anyone else, her slender fingers quickly found the G-spot in that tight vagina, slowly thrusting and quickly trembling, the intense stimulation made Hui Ling moan lewdly.
“Ah…senior…ah…no…no…haaah…so good…I…ah ah…”
“Hui…Ling…ah ah…you…you also…don’t…do it like this…ah ah…”
The two women’s tacit understanding made them speed up. Jia Yao stimulated her G-spot with her fingers while sucking on Hui Ling’s wet labia with her lips. Hui Ling’s fingers also kept moving and brought out her lustful fluids. She teased Jia Yao’s erect clitoris with her fragrant lips and pearly teeth. The sensuality increased rapidly with the movements, and the pleasure piled up with the moans. In that instant, the lewd moans soared eight degrees, and the two reached the peak of lust.
“Ah…Senior…Ah…Like this…Ah…I…I want…Ahhh…”
“Ahhh…Hui…Huiling…Mmm…I…I want it too…Ahhh…”
The two girls lay limp on the bed, looking at each other's disheveled and lewd appearance. Jia Yao's mature yet sweet face was flushed, her charming eyes overflowing with wanton desire. Hui Ling's chiseled face was flushed with lust, showing none of the coldness she usually displayed when facing the military. After
a long while, the two girls tidied themselves up and, seeing that it was almost seven o'clock, changed their clothes.
“Oh no, it's ruined! How are we going to put this back on!”
Hui Ling heard her senior's scream and looked at Jia Yao's hand. She saw that the half-cup bra had been deformed in the passion just now. Although it could still be worn, it would definitely not feel very comfortable.
Huiling stuck out her tongue and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, senior, this was definitely an accident. Anyway, you have such a great figure and you're not going anywhere else, so just don't wear it." After apologizing, she immediately came up with a mischievous idea.
"That's the only way. Luckily, the car is downstairs. After you go to the station, I'll go straight home. If you want to eat tofu, it's only for my husband. Hmm... I wonder what my husband's reaction will be when he sees me not wearing anything."
Thinking about what her husband might do... Jiayao felt a strange excitement rising in her heart.
Jiayao was wearing a red, sexy, low-cut chiffon dress with a halter neck. Without the cover of a bra, her full, majestic, fair, and tender breasts formed a deep cleavage with a strong sense of eroticism from the low neckline. Her fair, delicate, and smooth back was vaguely visible under her slightly curled hair. When Jiayao raised her hand to tidy her hair, her tender breasts exuded an alluring fragrance from the side. Her shapely, fair thighs were perfectly proportioned, appearing long and slender without the need for stockings. The exposed flesh of her legs, paired with high-heeled jelly shoes, made her calves appear even longer and more toned. This outfit gave her a mature woman's sexiness, yet also a touch of innocence. No one would believe she was 36 and had a child in fifth grade.
"Senior, you're so hot..."
Hui-ling exclaimed. Hui-ling herself wore a red spaghetti-strap tank top, paired with leather hot pants and high-top riding boots, perfectly embodying the image of a beautiful, sexy, and powerful woman.
Since Hui-ling was on a four-day holiday and going back to her hometown in Kaohsiung, Jia-yao drove her to the bus station. After saying goodbye, they drove home.
"Beep beep!"
Jia-yao parked near her apartment. It was almost ten o'clock when she got home.
"I dropped my son off at my parents' house. My husband is probably home alone watching TV now,"
Jia-yao thought.
The building manager, Old Zhang, was still waving his baton around downstairs, not sitting down.
After entering the elevator, Jia Yao pressed the button for her apartment floor. As the elevator numbers climbed, she got closer to home.
Jia Yao picked up a comb and deliberately tied her loose hair into a simple ponytail, revealing her deep cleavage, which had been hidden by her hair. Her fair and smooth back also exuded a seductive feminine fragrance.
"My husband will be so excited, what if he tells him I'm not wearing anything underneath..."
Looking at her magnificent, deep cleavage, glistening with fine beads of sweat from the heat, which added a touch of eroticism to her sexy cleavage, her high, firm breasts revealed two erotic protrusions on her clothes. Seeing herself so sexy in the mirror, Jia Yao blushed.
Married for many years, she was entering what people often call her prime, a time of intense sexual desire. Perhaps due to her long-term exposure to men while serving in the military, her male hormones, which usually control sexual desire, seemed to be constantly secreted. She had a strong libido, but due to the demands of her military duties and her child, she and her husband only had time alone together about once a month. Because of this, she compensated for her unfulfilled desires with sexual encounters with other women.
"Ding-dong!"
The elevator doors opened. Jia Yao put away her comb and turned to step out, only to find a man reeking of alcohol standing in the center of the doorway.
"Whoosh..."
The man whistled lightly, his lewd gaze sweeping over her before settling on Jia Yao's beautiful breasts. His blatant male lust made Jia Yao feel violated and uncomfortable.
"Miss, your breasts are quite large."
He had barely finished speaking when he reached out to pinch her ample breasts.
Jia Yao wasn't about to let him succeed. She grabbed his hand with her right, swiftly twisting his wrist, and the man fell to the ground in the elevator with a "thud," causing the elevator to shake.
"Sir, don't assume you can do whatever you want with every woman."
Despite her own physical desires and same-sex sexual preferences, which often made her feel lewd, it didn't mean she was promiscuous. Jia Yao strictly adhered to moral boundaries, and she didn't hesitate to severely punish and reject any lecherous men who harbored lustful thoughts or illegal intentions towards her.
"Fuck your mother, you bastard pretending to be innocent, not wearing underwear and dressed like this, how can you be respectable!"
Despite being pinned to the ground, drunkenness was invincible. The man's vulgar language disgusted Jia Yao, and she retorted without hesitation, "Sir, just because a woman likes to dress like this doesn't mean she can be promiscuous. If this happens again, I'll definitely send you to the police station." "
Fuck! I hope your father runs into you, or I'll fuck you until you're completely satisfied, or I'll change my surname to yours!"
After saying this, Jia Yao ignored the man's shouts and strode out of the elevator.
When Jia Yao, whose mood had been ruined by the drunkard, saw the scene inside the apartment, her spirits plummeted.
Two pairs of men's and women's shoes lay scattered haphazardly by the door, a sofa was askew, and women's clothing that wasn't hers lay strewn on the floor leading to the bedroom.
Seeing this, Jia Yao began to doubt her husband's fidelity. When a blush-inducing moan drifted out, her suspicion almost became certainty: her beloved husband was having an affair!
This sudden blow left Jia Yao frozen at the doorway. She didn't know whether to run outside, pretending nothing had happened, or rush into the bedroom to confront the devastating scene before her.
Jia Yao stood there for a long time, but finally, her innate military spirit made her grit her teeth and walk into the bedroom without even taking off her shoes.
Perhaps thinking no one would enter the house, or perhaps the adulterous couple were too eager, the bedroom door wasn't fully closed; the half-open space allowed Jia Yao to see the heartbreaking scene inside.
A very young girl, probably just starting out in society, was kneeling naked on the bed where she and her husband had spent many years together, like a puppy. Her husband was holding the young woman's buttocks with both hands and vigorously twisting his waist. The two of them
made lewd sounds of intercourse, and the woman's obscene words kept reaching Jia Yao's ears.
“Ah…so good…the section chief’s big cock…ah…it feels so good to fuck your little sister…ah ah…section chief…deeper…it feels so good…I want…ah ah…I’m going to cum…ah ah ah…”
“Oh…it’s so tight…oh…it feels so good, a young cunt is definitely more enjoyable…”
Jia Yao trembled with anger upon hearing this. At this moment, she couldn’t help but push the door open forcefully and hysterically shouted, “Zhang Caide! What are you doing!”
The two people who were at the most critical moment were startled by this sudden shout, especially Jia Yao’s husband. Seeing his wife, whom he thought was staying at the military base, suddenly appear in front of him and see him like this, he didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, he felt his penis being squeezed tightly. He hurriedly withdrew, but his ejaculation was released, and a stream of white semen flowed across the awkward space.
Jia Yao didn’t say anything more. Her trembling body had already expressed everything. With a complex mix of emotions such as anger, sadness, and disappointment, she slowly walked towards her husband.
"Wife, I...I..."
Jia Yao's husband stammered, unable to utter a coherent sentence. Her heart was shattered.
A sharp "slap!" echoed as a bright red handprint was left on her husband's face.
She looked at the enlarged wedding photo hanging above the bed; her husband's smile was so radiant, and she looked so happy. Seeing her own happy smile in the photo only intensified the pain. Her lips trembled as she said to her husband, "Let's get a divorce!"
With that, she turned and walked out the door without looking back.
"Miss, this is very strong, be careful not to get drunk,"
the bartender kindly warned as he handed her the drink. Although the nightclub was filled with passionate energy, and the deafening music resonated with everyone, Jia Yao's emotions were cold. Her broken heart couldn't tremble; the image of her husband's betrayal haunted her mind.
She loved her husband so deeply, rejecting countless opportunities to marry into wealth and instead becoming a deputy commander in the military. For him, she completely abandoned her pride, striving to be the perfect woman, the "third wife" men craved. For him, she refused to have lactation-suppressing injections, all for his peculiar preference. Their once
sweet life had soured today. Jia Yao wasn't exactly a strong person, or rather, in matters of the heart, she wasn't as rational and resolute as she was in other things. Heartbreak overwhelmed all her emotions. She ordered undiluted whiskey, wishing she could get drunk and wake up to find her husband beside her, asking, "Yao Yao, my dear wife, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
But that was impossible. Overwhelmed with grief, she downed the whiskey in one gulp. Although as a soldier she was no stranger to alcohol, she still coughed a few times after drinking it all.
"Miss, can I buy you a drink?"
The nightclub was filled with men driven by lust, and soon a man approached the sexy and beautiful Jia Yao.
"Get away!"
Jia Yao resolutely refused this ugly man.
The man stared at Jia Yao for a long time, watching her finish her whiskey in one gulp. He was secretly pleased, wanting to hit on her, force her to drink, and then rape this beauty. Undeterred by the rejection, the man shamelessly and boldly tried to put his arm around Jia Yao's shoulder.
"Slap!"
Jia Yao slapped away the dirty hand reaching for her and said coldly, "Get lost!"
The man, losing face, angrily said, "Damn it! Stop pretending to be melancholy. I'm making you drink this today." Unable
to win an argument, he resorted to forceful coercion against Jia Yao.
Jia Yao was also enraged by this shameless behavior and was about to retaliate when a man blocked her way, saying, "Sir, please stop causing trouble, or I'll have to call someone to come and handle this."
Her earlier actions had already attracted attention, and seeing that things weren't going well, the man could only leave dejectedly.
"Thank you,"
Jia Yao politely thanked the man who had come to her aid.
"If you want to thank me, buy me a drink."
The chivalrous man turned around, using the excuse of asking for a drink to also strike up a conversation, but when he saw Jia Yao's face, he was startled.
"Deputy...Deputy Warehouse Chief, good morning!"
This man, named Chen Yanting, immediately stood at attention and saluted upon seeing his superior, looking terrified. He never expected that just seeing a woman with a stunning figure being harassed, a scene straight out of a movie, would turn out like a hero rescuing a damsel in distress, only to encounter his superior instead. He was truly annoyed. However, to be fair, this deputy clerk's beauty was still undeniable even in her ugly camouflage uniform in the army. Now, dressed in a sexy low-cut outfit, her alluring cleavage and captivating legs alone were enough to set any man aroused, not to mention her face, a perfect blend of innocence, charm, and maturity. Seeing their superior in such a state, they couldn't help but be captivated.
"Oh, it's Yanting. You're on leave now, no need to salute me privately."
Jia Yao was also surprised to see her brother. Despite her heartache, she put on a brave face and gave her brother her signature smile, saying, "Deputy clerk, I'll treat you to a drink today. Order whatever you want, it's on me later."
"Thank you, Deputy clerk."
Yanting thanked her and automatically sat down next to Jia Yao.
"Deputy clerk, what brings you here?"
Yanting asked first.
"What, can't I come?"
Jia Yao replied without emotion.
"Ah...hehe...okay, okay..."
Seeing his superior's cold response, Yanting didn't dare ask any more questions and could only silently take a sip of his drink.
"And you?"
Jiayao perked up and asked in return. She had a good impression of this brother in the army, but she didn't know him very well. She thought she would take this opportunity to conduct an interview.
"I came to this nightclub with some friends to have a drink and dance,"
Yanting said.
"With your girlfriend?"
"I was going to go out with my girlfriend today, but she told me she had to stay at the company to work overtime."
"I see. Where does your girlfriend work?"
“Jingying,”
Yanting replied.
“Jingying, is that the big panel manufacturer? My husband works there too!”
Jiayao was slightly startled to hear that her subordinate’s girlfriend and husband worked at the same company, but then she remembered the painful scene and her brows furrowed slightly. Yanting saw all of this, but his face remained expressionless, as if he had no intention of pressing her about his boss and husband who worked at the same company as his girlfriend. However, Jiayao, lost in her sorrow, did not notice this.
“Hey! Zhaiting, you’re here. Wow! Damn, so you’ve been playing dumb all along. You have such a hot girl, why don’t you hide away and chat with her yourself!”
A blond guy with numerous piercings on his face, dressed in baggy clothes, walked over and greeted Yanting.
“Shh! Don’t talk nonsense, this is our unit’s officer.”
Yanting glared at the blond man nervously.
"Oh...it's the one you were talking about..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yanting interrupted, "Yes, yes, that's right, the super-good deputy warehouse manager I was talking about, who's a capable leader, beautiful and intelligent, and takes great care of us. What's up?"
The blond man glanced at Jiayao, gave Yanting a meaningful look, and then said, "Oh, I need a cigarette. That brat took my whole pack to give to the new recruit, so I'm out of cigarettes. I'll have one for you."
At this moment, Jiayao, who had noticed the conversation, spoke up: "Huh! So even a PhD student smokes? I've never seen you in the smoking area in the camp."
Yanting glared at the blond man, took out a pack of cigars from his pocket, and said, "I'm out of cigarettes, but I do have some. Want one?"
As he handed it to him, Yanting casually took one as well.
The blond man took it without ceremony, lit it himself with a lighter, and then tried to light it for Yanting. Yanting turned around and looked at Jiayao.
"Go ahead and smoke, as long as it's not controlled drugs, I won't care."
Jia Yao gave him a reassuring answer.
"Oh my god, sir, you're really 'nice'! Zhai Ting, just smoke without worry!"
After saying that, she gave him a meaningful eyebrow raise and continued, "Do you want to go back? This magic bean stand is super hot today. We're friends, don't say I don't support you, let's go!"
Yan Ting gave him a troubled look, and the blond man said again, "Ah... sorry, sorry, with such a hot sir here, those magic beans are really nothing. I won't bother you anymore, I'll go first..."
"Damn it, what nonsense are you talking about? Try talking nonsense again."
Yan Ting was a little embarrassed and kicked by the blond man, who then said, "Where are the women? No humanity?"
After saying that, he slipped into the crowd.
Yanting smiled awkwardly and sat back down, apologetically saying to Jiayao, "I'm sorry, Vice President, my friend just likes to talk nonsense."
Jiayao smiled and said, "It's okay, he's quite an interesting person."
For a moment, the two fell into a brief silence, quietly drinking from their glasses.
"Seven toss, eight ass, three spicy... oh... drink!... seaweed, seaweed, seaweed!" The sounds of drinking games came from afar. Yanting glanced back and saw that it was his group of friends playing drinking games with a group of tall, hot girls. He smiled and went back to the bar.
"They seem to be having a lot of fun, and the girls are pretty. Why? Are you really not going over?"
Jiayao had also seen the group and asked Yanting.
Yanting took a deep drag on his almost-finished cigar, closed his eyes slightly, and then slowly exhaled, his expression carrying a complex emotion that was impossible to ignore. Jiayao was taken aback. Yanting turned to her with a smile and said, "No need, I'd like to sit here for a while."
"What, do you want to keep me company?"
It was somewhat inappropriate for Jiayao, as her superior, to say this, but perhaps due to the alcohol, she still smiled and said it, her eyes revealing a hint of amusement, even a touch of expectation.
"Yes... I want to build a closer relationship with the most beautiful deputy warehouse manager in the whole island."
Yanting's words also became a little frivolous, responding easily.
"Hmph... flattery, I'm already old and faded, no one wants me anymore, what's there to keep you company with?"
Jiayao, perhaps having drunk too much, began to blush, speaking more and more casually to her subordinate, words that were inappropriate for her position, uttered in a coquettish tone hoping for praise, all came out naturally.
"Not at all, the deputy warehouse chief is naturally beautiful. Even though she didn't take care of herself in the military, she still looks no different from a young girl just entering society, just as beautiful and desirable."
Yanting praised her endlessly, making Jiayao smile broadly with boundless joy.
"Oh... and what about you?"
As soon as these words left her mouth, Jiayao immediately felt it was inappropriate. No matter how relaxed she was, no matter that they weren't superior and subordinate, no matter that she ignored the nearly ten-year age difference between them, according to her personality, she shouldn't have said that to someone she wasn't very close to. The tone and expression of her previous words had revealed a considerable amount of ambiguity. She had never shown this side of herself to any man other than her husband, but the words were already out and couldn't be taken back.
Yanting was also captivated by Jiayao's response. Her alluring, seductive gaze, the honeyed words uttered from her sexy, fiery red lips, and the casual flick of her hair—all these not only ignited a nameless fire within him but also stole his soul.
Yanting paused for a moment, and just as Jiayao was about to say something to salvage the situation, Yanting suddenly snapped back to reality and said, "Of course I'm eager for it too."
This time, it was Jiayao's turn to be stunned. She looked at Yanting, somewhat startled and flustered. The two stared at each other for almost a minute, as if frozen in time in a movie.
"Oh… ah… Vice-Chancellor, do you mind if I have a cigarette?"
Yanting spoke first, changing the tense and awkward atmosphere.
"Oh… um… it's okay, go ahead,"
Jiayao mumbled, turning back to the bar, picking up her glass, and taking a large gulp of strong liquor, trying to calm her racing thoughts.
No! She couldn't let her mind wander! I have children, I have a husband! But the thought of this plunged Jia Yao's thoughts back into a quagmire of sorrow.
The deafening electronic dance music blared, and the air was thick with the aroma of cigars. Although Jia Yao disliked the smell of tobacco, she didn't dislike cigars; in fact, she liked them. It was a very deep reason, a reason that could easily drag her into another bottomless quagmire.
Just as Jia Yao was about to be overwhelmed by negative emotions, she heard Yan Ting's voice: "Deputy Warehouse Chief, you seem very sad. Can you talk about it? I'm willing to listen and share your sorrow."
Jia Yao turned to look at Yan Ting. She wanted to defensively say, "What do you know? A twenty-something fresh out of school, in a happy relationship, what do you know? What can you share?"
But seeing Yan Ting's deep eyes, she couldn't speak. Her emotions were stuck in her throat, her eyes revealing boundless sorrow and helplessness.
"I'm just a kid, I haven't encountered any setbacks yet, but I know that if I don't release my emotions, they'll accumulate and eventually break me down."
Yanting's words were so sincere and earnest.
These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Jiayao's emotions burst forth like a dam breaking, like a tsunami. She rambled on, recounting sweetness, sadness, bitterness, pain, her husband, her children, and even her ex-boyfriend, all coming out of her mouth at once.
Having drunk an unknown amount of strong liquor, amidst the ever-present, rich aroma of her favorite cigars, Jia Yao felt as if she had met her closest confidant. She poured out everything to this subordinate, seven years her junior, from the beginning. Yan Ting shared her grievances, laughing and cursing with her, gently patting her back when she was sad, and handing her tissues when she cried.
Finally, when the topic turned to her husband's infidelity again, Jia Yao said, "I loved him so much, trying my best to be a good wife, satisfying his masculine pride, sacrificing my own pleasures for him, even taking medication regularly for his quirks—I never complained. I did so much for him, and in the end…"
She started crying again .
"Then… let's get a divorce!"
Yan Ting said.
"But…"
Despite having uttered such harsh words to her husband before leaving, Jia Yao hesitated when it came to signing the divorce papers.
“I think it’s better not to get a divorce. No matter what, a child needs a complete family for a healthy upbringing. Besides… Sister Jiayao, you can’t completely let go of this relationship yet.”
During the conversation, Yanting subtly moved on, addressing her from “Deputy Warehouse” to “Sister Jiayao,” and their relationship grew closer through this exchange.
“Happy breakup, I wish you happiness, you can find someone better…”
At that moment, for some reason, an electronic version of Liang Jingru’s “Happy Breakup” started playing in the store.
“Sister Jiayao, let’s go! Let’s go dancing.”
Yanting invited.
Jiayao looked at the dance floor. The dazzling lights, the deafening music, and the dancers swaying their hips created an alluring atmosphere. Under the heavy beat of the electronic music, Jiayao’s body seemed to react. Suddenly, she felt a strong urge to dance wildly. She agreed, “Okay.”
“Hehe, I can finally see Sister Jiayao’s ‘clumsy’ dancing.”
Yanting laughed.
Jia Yao nudged Yan Ting's head with her finger and said, "Don't underestimate me. I was the superdance queen of the army back in the day. I was second to none."
"Oh... well, I'll have to see for myself."
Provoked by Yan Ting's words, Jia Yao's soldierly pride soared. She said, "We'll see!"
and stepped onto the dance floor before Yan Ting, swaying wildly.
Her heart, with each twist of her body, danced more and more unrestrainedly; sadness, with each toss of her hair, was cast far away. Jia Yao danced more and more wildly. With the abandon of her body and mind, her thoughts wandered aimlessly in the music and dance. She didn't know how long she had been dancing, how many dance partners were around her, or even where she was. She only knew to keep moving her body, releasing the passion in her bones. She began to exhale alluring breaths and let out seductive cries. All of this was for release.
In a daze, Jia Yao gradually realized that her body was tired. She tried to concentrate and see where she was.
The dim light from the ceiling made Jia Yao feel a tingling sensation throughout her body. Looking down, she vaguely saw a shirtless man caressing her breasts through her clothes. The man on top of her seemed to sense her movement and raised his head.
Jia Yao strained her blurry vision to see the man's face; it seemed to be her beloved husband.
Looking around, she saw a soft, round waterbed and a large mirror facing it—this was a love hotel.
"You're awake,"
the voice was muffled. Facing her husband, her emotions were a jumbled mess. She raised her weak hands, trying to push him away, yelling, "Get away! Don't be on me! Don't you like young girls? Go find your little vixen!"
Jia Yao shouted defiantly.
In a hazy dream, she saw her husband holding her tightly, breathing softly in her ear, saying, "My dearest wife, I was wrong. You're the only one I love most. I would never even consider touching any other woman. You're just dreaming. My dear wife, I love you the most."
A dream! Perhaps! This might really be a dream, otherwise how could she be here, with her husband saying the words she most longed to hear? The breath and warmth emanating from him, and his skillful teasing, made her erogenous zones tingle and itch—everything felt so real.
Jiayao tried hard to clarify the situation, but her mind was in a daze and she could hardly concentrate. In addition, her husband pressed her down on the bed, pulled the thin rope behind her neck, and his mouth and teeth sucked on her sensitive earlobe, saying, "Jiayao, Jiayao, you are the most delicious dish in the world. No one can compare to you. I want to enjoy this unparalleled delicacy of the world with you forever. I love you, I want you!"
Her husband spoke sweet words full of possessiveness and aggression, and his mouth was sucking, kissing, and licking intensely, but his hands were surprisingly gentle, unlike the aggressive advances of his mouth. After untying the rope, he immediately attacked her full and proud soft breasts. His rough and strong fingers only lingered on her neck and shoulders until his nimble mouth kissed her chiseled jade shoulders, and then his hands slowly climbed down to her towering breasts.
Since they met, her husband had never treated her like this. He only knew how to roughly and monotonously caress her breasts, biting and shoving like a mad dog. Every kiss, every caress, struck her most desired, yet always neglected, skin. The desire emanating from his mouth and hands was so intense, so profound.
No! Jia Yao couldn't think straight. Waves of bone-melting pleasure made it impossible for her to understand what this unreal yet undeniably real feeling was.
Ah… was she really that thirsty and wanton? Under such simple caresses, Jia Yao felt her genitals begin to secrete erotic fluid. Even with the mere touch of his breasts, and with her genitals still covered by jeans, skirt, and underwear, she was already secreting her desired fluids so quickly. Jia Yao felt ashamed of her body's reaction, but then she convinced herself: He is my husband, my dearest husband. Even if I were wanton in front of him, it would be acceptable.
Her husband's hands grasped and kneaded her breasts, while his mouth sucked on her tender nipples. His teeth rubbed against her most sensitive spot, his large mouth sucking hard on her full nipples, his tongue swirling and licking the peaks of her breasts, sending waves of pleasure through Jia Yao's chest. Milk flowed out with each teasing touch, fragrant and sensual. Her husband didn't waste this milk; the constant "slurping" sounds made Jia Yao both excited and shy. Her lower body felt like a fire burning, as if the flow wasn't just lustful fluid, but rather oil of desire fueling the flames.
Jia Yao desperately wanted her husband to go further down, caressing her breasts and kissing her burning honeyed spot. She wanted him to remove their clothes, to let his hot member penetrate her. She craved it, she needed it. She writhed in desire, her mouth emitting soft moans filled with longing.
In the past, whenever her body reacted like this, her husband would immediately take the initiative and ride her. But today, it seemed as if he wanted to torture her. He restrained himself, one hand moving to her lower abdomen, lingering near her navel, while the other continued to caress her soft breasts. He kissed her from head to toe, returning to her small, sensitive earlobe, and teasingly breathed, "My Jiayao, you're so lewd. Your sensual milk is so delicious, I love it. Look, it's flowing again as I squeeze it..." After
saying this, her husband... She licked away all the milk that had flowed out, and her hand kept circling and caressing her lower abdomen. Occasionally, it would wander to her private parts through her clothes, but then quickly return to her lower abdomen and circle around. This teasing made Jia Yao's body more and more uncomfortable. She hurriedly pulled her clothes down until they were above her knees, and her slender hands also went to unbutton her husband's pants. Faced with this reaction, her husband was happy to let Jia Yao do as she pleased. His hand also went over the lush black forest and his middle finger probed into her already overflowing vulva.
"Ah..."
The pleasure from the insertion of her middle finger made Jia Yao moan with pleasure.
Her husband didn't stop, his rough middle finger constantly stirring inside, playing with the sensitive, layered folds, stirring the tight, juicy vagina, teasing her with each thrust, gradually increasing the speed, gradually adding more fingers, one, two, three.
Jia Yao felt waves of tingling pleasure shooting up her spine from her husband's teasing, each inch passing through making her tremble with pleasure; each insertion made her cry out in a shameful yet joyful moan; with each additional finger, her slender waist and pert buttocks writhed wantonly with the caress of the fingers.
"Ah ah... hum ah ah ah..."
Jia Yao couldn't even speak, a cry of orgasm emanating from deep within her body, her vagina contracting rapidly, the lustful fluids gushing out, dripping down her palm, wetting the bed.
The husband moved his hand, dripping with semen, in front of Jia Yao, and said smugly, "Good wife, how come you came so quickly? So erotic and wanton! Look how much you've come!"
Knowing it was his deliberate teasing, Jia Yao still murmured, "I want... um... hurry... don't keep me waiting... ah..."
while using her slender, jade-like hand to stroke his throbbing, long-awaited penis through his underwear.
"Wait a little longer, lick my hand first,"
the husband said with a lewd grin.
This made Jia Yao extremely embarrassed. The wetness on her husband's hand was from her own wanton juices; he had never asked her to lick his own juices before. This shameful thing made Jia Yao stare blankly at his hand.
At this moment, the husband spread his legs apart and rubbed his genitals against her through her underwear. The thin underwear allowed Jia Yao to feel the heat behind her, and the friction against her vulva soon reignited her desire.
For her beloved husband, she was willing to fulfill all his requests. Coupled with the desire deep in her heart, Jia Yao's shame did not last long. She stretched out her fragrant tongue and licked his wet palm with an extremely seductive expression. Then she opened her sexy lips and gently sucked on each finger. Her charming panting and lewd sucking sounds made Jia Yao feel the throbbing of her husband's lower body. The friction became more and more passionate. Stimulated by this, Jia Yao worked even harder to "clean" her husband's fingers.
"Tsk... Oh... Husband, it's all clean now."
With that, Jia Yao wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, teasingly saying in a wanton, seductive tone, "Mmm... Husband, hurry up and take me, I want it, I want you to use your big brother, hmph..."
Abandoning all shame, her wanton words, like the most thirsty harlot, and that final soft moan, contained so much desire, so much provocation. Any man hearing such a seductive request would find it hard to refuse, especially when lying beneath her was a beautiful, mature woman burning with desire, irresistibly alluring.
Her husband could no longer restrain himself, quickly throwing his underwear aside, spreading Jia Yao's legs, and his massive member effortlessly slammed into her fertile field.
"Ahhh..."
Jia Yao let out a wanton and seductive moan from the depths of her soul. Her husband today was even more powerful than ever before. Jia Yao had never felt such a thick, hot, and hard penis, stretching her tight, tender vagina to its limit. The unprecedented fullness and the unexplored depths of her flower path made Jia Yao feel as if a strong electric current had surged through her, causing her whole body to tremble with a tingling, almost unbearable sensation.
Her husband, in the missionary position, supported himself on the bed with his elbows bent, taking her plump, moist breasts into his mouth, and thrusting his hips slowly and deliberately.
Although her husband's movements weren't intense, each withdrawal of his thick, long, large, and hard penis scraped against her wet, fleshy walls, sending waves of fluid gushing out. Each penetration was like a plow digging into the soil, violently turning up her folds and stimulating her most sensitive nerves. Each thrust hit her most sensitive and delicate G-spot with just the right amount of force, making Jia Yao feel numb and tingling all over. She kept letting out wanton moans. The sucking on her breasts, back and forth, gently licking her tender nipples and sucking hard on the stimulated, gushing milk, the frequency closely matching the rhythm of her lower body. Jia Yao could only express her pleasure with her mouth.
"Mmm...ah...husband...you're so...thick...so big...ahh...so deep..."
Jia Yao's satisfied yet lewd exclamations received a strong response. The thick, hard penis not only went all the way in each time, but also swirled in like a screwdriver, trying to dig out Jia Yao's most delicate and lewd pleasure. Her mouth and hands were also busy showing off their skills, licking, pinching, sucking, pulling, biting, and twisting. Her tender vagina felt the gentle yet intense sensuality, while her breasts endured the slightly rough but even more provocative ravaging. Jia Yao quickly couldn't stand this unprecedented intense stimulation. Waves of pleasure, like being struck by lightning, surged through her body. Her sexual desire was completely released, and she let out a high-pitched moan.
"Ahhh...husband...Yaoyao is going to lose it...ahhh...you're fucking Yaoyao...I'm going to climax...ahhhhh..."
Facing Jiayao's tight vaginal opening, the husband felt intense pleasure. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the urge to ejaculate. He didn't want to surrender to this beauty so quickly. He wanted to fully enjoy this wonderful and charming body. But when a stream of hot, flowing fluid from deep within Jiayao poured onto the urethral opening of his tightly closed glans, his ejaculation gate felt like it had been struck by a thunderbolt. No matter how hard the husband held his breath, he couldn't hold back and convulsed a few times, ejaculating half of his semen.
Jiayao was immersed in the wonderful feeling of her orgasm. Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, or perhaps it was the sense of possession after losing something, but tonight's feeling was particularly intense. Before even engaging in passionate lovemaking, she couldn't help but reach orgasm. At the same time, she felt her husband's glans thicken before ejaculation and the hot semen gushing out. She could tell that her husband hadn't quite reached his full climax yet, and there would definitely be another wave of passion to come. Thinking of this, Jiayao's face flushed with a mixture of shame and anticipation.
The feeling of being unable to control her body made her husband feel a strange sense of humiliation. He took a deep breath, spread Jiayao's legs into an M shape with both hands, and her wet vulva was clearly visible. He grabbed Jiayao's smooth ankles and thrust his hips hard. His strong muscles and thick penis collided with Jiayao's tender thighs and the depths of her honey hole, making obscene sounds. Jiayao was overwhelmed by this onslaught and couldn't stop panting and moaning.
In his extremely sensitive state, the husband didn't last long before his hot, pungent semen, tinged with resentment, was injected deep into Jia Yao's body. Although Jia Yao didn't reach orgasm again after receiving the semen, her whole body felt incredibly soft and satisfied with the sexual experience.
Even though he had ejaculated, his penis remained hard and erect inside her. Jia Yao wrapped her soft hands around his neck, her voice particularly sweet and seductive after the orgasm: "Husband, you were so strong and amazing today..."
The husband didn't respond directly. Although he didn't move his hips, he still licked Jia Yao's beautiful face with his tongue, sucking on her lips. His hungry hands caressed her sensitive inner thighs, while the other hand occupied her smooth waist, demonstrating his desire through his actions.
Under such intensely aggressive advances, Jia Yao offered no resistance. Her hands passionately caressed her husband's back as he embraced her, her legs spread wide, and she murmured, "Husband...don't leave me again...Mmm...I love you so much...Ah..."
Her husband continued to penetrate her body, his possessive desire and unwavering need culminating in the simplest of words whispered in her ear: "You are mine...you are mine..."
"You are mine...husband...I will always be yours..."
Jia Yao clung tightly to her husband, responding with a murmur, tears welling in her eyes, all absorbed by her husband's greedy mouth. "Husband...I will always be your Yao Yao...Yao Yao who will love you for a lifetime...I want you to love me too..."
As she spoke, Jiayao swayed her hips gently, her legs tightly encircling her husband's powerful buttocks, actively letting his erect penis scrape against her body. With each rhythmic movement, she gasped and expressed her deepest, most intense emotions.
Jiayao's tightly entwined legs were parted and hoisted onto her husband's shoulders. Her smooth knees, under his controlling movements, pressed against her full, tender breasts. No longer passive, her husband started his powerful engine, the piston-like motion thrusting in and out, rapidly cultivating Jiayao's sea of desire.
"Ah...so...sexy...this...movement...so...sexy...ah...so...deep...ah..."
Jiayao wanted to express her shyness about the position, but her husband's rapid and intense thrusting quickly broke her words into incoherent phrases. Pleasure, like a lit fuse, rapidly burned and rushed to her brain, letting her satisfied moans replace words.
The husband's strong thighs pounded against Jia Yao's soft groin, the sounds of their passionate physical conquest echoing incessantly. His large hands encircled Jia Yao's neck, forcing her watery gaze to fall upon their wanton and shameful union. Her delicate labia, ravaged, glowed a seductive red, and her shameful juices, under the rough penetration, swelled into obscene, fishy white bubbles, emitting a strong, pungent odor. With each thrust of his rough penis, the juices filled her vulva, making her already erotic labia even more obscene, exceeding the limits of Jia Yao's tolerance for shame. Like an ostrich, she turned her head away and closed her eyes, unwilling to accept the wanton state of her own body.
The human body is structured in balance. When you close one door, you open another. With her eyes closed, Jia Yao felt an intense pleasure—the strange sensation of her knees rubbing against her pink nipples, the soft flesh of her thighs and buttocks, the burning heat of her inner core—far more intense than when her eyes were open. With each vigorous thrust from her husband, waves of pleasure surged and intensified rapidly. Jia Yao soon couldn't bear it any longer. Her beautiful back arched into a beautiful, sensual curve, her lips parted but not with the loud moans of the past. Instead, a slightly hoarse, yet lustful low murmur escaped from deep within her throat. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her whole body convulsing with satisfaction.
When had her husband ever given her such an orgasm? Perhaps it was during the early days of their courtship. But that time had passed for an unknown period, long forgotten. For countless days, her husband had been immersed in his own gratification and his peculiar fetishes, no longer considering her needs, no longer satisfying and conquering her through physical intimacy. But today, that long-dormant feeling had been rekindled, and her husband, like a fierce general on the battlefield, was conquering her with overwhelming force.
Jia Yao was lost in her memories, but someone was still unsatisfied. Her husband, Nan Bangguo, was still deeply inside her, gently turning her body to the side, lifting her long, smooth legs into a "swallow's return" position. His unruly tongue slid across her beautiful bare ankle, leaving a wet trail.
"Tsk tsk... such a wonderful taste."
After saying that, his lower body slowly twisted, while his mouth indulged in the exquisite, unspeakable beauty of her tender feet. His large mouth kissed her ankles and insteps lightly and quickly, like a chicken pecking at rice, while his nose sank into her toes, greedily inhaling the unique, musky scent of Jia Yao's feet.
"Husband...no...it's dirty there..."
Jia Yao, seeing her husband's actions, shyly tried to pull her foot back, but her husband's strong hand gripped it tightly, pressing it against her chest as if he had obtained something extremely precious and wouldn't let go.
"No, in my eyes, there's no dirty part of your body."
As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked a greedy and domineering mark on the sole of her foot.
Jia Yao wanted to say something, but her husband's tongue began to skillfully dart between her toes. Every time his tongue brushed against her fair, jade-like toes, which looked like they were exquisitely sculpted by hand, Jia Yao's body trembled. When he touched the hollow between her toes and the sole of her foot, the slightly tingling, itchy sensation sent electric shocks through Jia Yao's body, making her tremble sensitively. Her muscles tensed in waves, and her vagina gripped his thick penis even tighter.
Sensing Jia Yao's reaction, the husband licked even more carefully and vigorously, coordinating his thrusts with each tremor, plunging his penis deep into Jia Yao's body at the tightest point of her vaginal opening, rhythmically pounding against her. The strange tingling sensation on the soles of her feet, combined with the intense scraping of her tender opening by his large penis, created a novel and unprecedented pleasure.
"Mmm...husband...ah...it feels...ahh...so strange...ah..."
"What kind of feeling? Tell me..."
the husband asked, his tongue quickly sweeping across the most sensitive soles of her feet, his hand moving up her thighs to caress her, occasionally kneading her round, pert buttocks.
"So itchy...but...ah...so tingly...so numb...ahh..."
Jia Yao answered with seductive moans.
"Is it comfortable?"
the husband asked, deliberately thrusting deeper for a while, causing Jia Yao to let out a series of seductive moans.
"Ah...ah...so...comfortable..."
Despite the shameful answer, Jia Yao's pretty face flushed a bright red, a blush that was hard to tell if from embarrassment or infatuation, but she still answered softly amidst her wanton moans.
"Next...I'll make you feel even better..."
she said, her husband reluctantly lowering her long, slender, beautiful legs, his hands gripping Jia Yao's pert buttocks as he flipped her into a doggy style.
Jia Yao saw her buttocks being lifted high into an animalistic position by her husband. Although they were an old married couple and it wasn't the first time, she still felt ashamed of this position. Her dirty anus was exposed to her husband's eyes, and Jia Yao shyly covered it with her hands. "No...don't look like that..."
Her husband took the opportunity to grab her hands with one hand and hold her pert buttocks with the other, twisting his waist.
"Don't do this...then...how do you want me to do it..."
Her husband's broad chest pressed against Jia Yao's beautiful back, his teasing breath on her ear, his deliberately slipped words stimulating her.
"Ah...I...I don't know...ah...I just...don't want to be..."
Jia Yao was at a loss, overwhelmed by her husband's shameful and lewd words. She couldn't explain her shameful reason.
"Don't want to be fucked?"
At this point, her husband suddenly stopped, his penis withdrawing from Jia Yao's wet vagina. His hands grabbed Jia Yao's breasts from behind, kneading and pinching her erect nipples.
The sudden pleasure was interrupted, and Jia Yao felt an indescribable emptiness inside her. Jia Yao turned her head and said, "It's not like that...it's...it's..."
Jia Yao hesitated, but her husband increased the pressure. His penis, which had been withdrawn, came back to her vagina, but only lightly touched the entrance, refusing to penetrate. Perhaps even Jia Yao didn't realize that she was twisting her beautiful buttocks, searching for that hot and passionate flesh.
"Then what is it..."
her husband pressed.
"Mmm...yes...mmm...I don't want my dirty anus to be seen so clearly..."
After saying this, Jia Yao buried her face in the pillow shyly. However, this ostrich-like mentality of burying her head in the sand caused her fair and round buttocks to stick up high. Her anus, which Jia Yao felt was dirty and shameful, was completely exposed to her husband's eyes, which was the most discordant in proportion to Jia Yao's mentality.
"I said...you are my Jia Yao...in my eyes, there is no dirty place...including your anus...my Jia Yao, you excite me, you make me impulsive, you make me want to integrate everything about you into my body. Now, I will use my Southern Kingdom to punish you properly, so that you will remember these words."
After making the domineering "declaration", the husband's penis once again penetrated deep into Jia Yao's tight vagina.
The accumulated climaxes and the current surge of passion had already left Jia Yao in a blissful daze. She could barely hear her husband's declarations anymore; she only knew that when his thick, hot penis entered her tight, tender vagina, it once again touched her most sensitive spot, causing Jia Yao to moan passionately.
"Ah...husband...ah...I love you...I love you...ah..."
All of Jia Yao's words were reduced to a single sentence, murmured and moaned by the overwhelming pleasure.
"I love you too, and next... I'll make you feel even better... better to death..."
Before Jia Yao could finish speaking, her husband gripped her buttocks tightly with both hands, suddenly increasing the force and frequency of his thrusts. He then forcefully penetrated her most delicate clitoris, reaching the deepest part of her womb. Jia Yao couldn't withstand the intense pleasure and instantly reached orgasm. But her husband, who was experiencing unbearable pleasure from the sudden tightening of her vaginal walls, was unwilling to stop. Instead, he increased the frequency of his thrusts. Her fair, round buttocks turned bright red from the rapid "slap slap slap slap" of their bodies colliding. Accompanied by the obscene "plop plop" sounds of her vagina being forcefully pumped, Jia Yao's confused and lost moans, and her husband's wild, heavy breathing, a quartet of extreme debauchery was created.
"Ah...so deep...ah...husband...ah...it's...reaching...I can't take it anymore...ah...I'm...I'm going to come again...ah...I'm going to die...I'm going to die...ah..."
The rapid, forceful thrusting continued for over a thousand times. Jia Yao felt each orgasm more intense than the last, an endless climb. Her body temperature rose, causing her fair skin to flush a lustful, alluring red. Her muscles went from tense to a bone-deep softness. At the moment her husband ejaculated, Jia Yao felt a blankness in her mind, her body collapsing onto the bed, numb.
The passion of the night wasn't over yet. When Jia Yao regained consciousness, her husband changed positions, gently caressing her, preparing for the next conquest. Although Jia Yao tried to beg for mercy with her languid, seductive voice, it only hastened the start of the next battle. And so, Jia Yao lost count of how many times she fainted and woke up. Each frenzy brought her a deadly experience she had never had before. Even as her husband used his arm as a pillow, tenderly holding her in his arms, and she drifted off to sleep contentedly, the culprit of the entire night was still not withdrawn from her tender flesh.
When Jia Yao woke up, her husband was no longer by the bedside. Looking at the time, it was already noon the next day. She lazily stretched, only to realize that her body under the covers was still naked. She looked around but didn't see her clothes, and besides that, she had no other clothes. Even though she was in a hotel room, Jia Yao was still not used to walking around completely naked.
Just as she was worrying, Jia Yao saw a folded bathrobe on the small table beside the bed, along with a cup of soy sauce, a roll of healthy vegetables, and a small bowl of white rice porridge. Clearly, someone had prepared these for her. Remembering how her husband, who used to insist on cooking and tidying up the night after passionate encounters, had become so considerate, Jia Yao smiled happily.
Seeing the food, Jia Yao felt a little hungry. She went to the small table and ate a few bites of soy milk and vegetable rolls. Just as she was about to put on her bathrobe, she realized she hadn't showered since the night before, feeling sticky all over. So she picked up the bathrobe and went into the bathroom, ready to take a good shower.
Hot water rushed over Jia Yao's fair skin. Despite being a wife and having a child in elementary school, there were no signs of aging on Jia Yao's skin. She still possessed the smooth, firm skin of a young girl, but her demeanor exuded a mature, alluring charm. After the passionate night, that mature allure emanated from her very soul.
The mature, perfect curves reflected in the mirror were blurred by the rising steam. Jia Yao's slender hands applied shower gel to her full, round, and smooth breasts, the white skin still bearing the red marks of last night's passionate pleasure. Seeing the marks left from the previous night, Jia Yao shyly rubbed her hands together to create fine bubbles, gently covering them and applying the gel to her mature and sensual body.
Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. As she applied the gel, Jia Yao recalled her husband from last night. He seemed like a different person, his skillful and varied techniques now refined, unlike his usual clumsy and monotonous movements. He was now delicate, gentle, and patiently exploring her erogenous zones, allowing her to fully arouse and experience a pleasure and passion she had never felt before. Jia Yao's fingers unconsciously slid to that source of her frenzy. The intense labor of the previous night had left her plump, fertile vulva a lustful red, even slightly swollen and a little sore; but this pain wasn't the kind of pain from injury, but an indescribable, strange pain, even somewhat... tingling.
Her husband's "bad thing," which she both loved and hated, seemed to have undergone some kind of surgery; both its girth and length were twice as large as before, filling her tender orifice completely. Its endurance and the novel positions that both evoked shame and delight gave her a taste of what people meant by ecstasy and the deadly pleasure of an orgasm.
Thinking about it, Jia Yao felt a stirring of desire in her lower body, involuntarily cursing herself for becoming so wanton, yet also feeling a tinge of satisfied happiness. Perhaps "wanton" was an exaggeration. Although she was a strong female officer, she was still a woman, with sexual desires. Under her husband's long-term selfish indulgence, her physical longing only accumulated with each unsatisfaction. While same-sex relationships in the military offered some relief, the gentle rain was ultimately insufficient to quench her parched desires. Last night was a turning point. Under her husband's seemingly divinely inspired and vigorous conquest, Jia Yao's desires were completely released, giving her unprecedented satisfaction. Naturally, she developed a slight addiction to that intoxicating pleasure, which was understandable.
Jia Yao's slender fingers, tinged with desire and mostly shyness, gently caressed her tender lips. Reason told her she couldn't go any deeper, couldn't continue, but her legs defied her will, straddling the edge of the bathtub, her slippery vulva pressed tightly against it. Her slender waist resisted the cries of reason, twisting shamefully. Her fingers rubbed and trembled on her sensitive clitoris.
The feeling was so comfortable, so irresistible. Jia Yao picked up the showerhead, the powerful jet of water briefly washing her body before moving to her yearning, sensitive lower body. Although she shouldn't be so indulgent, the strong water jet hitting her vulva sent waves of tingling pleasure through Jia Yao, the ecstasy gradually increasing.
Just as Jiayao was about to lose herself in her growing lust, a ringtone sounded in the room, abruptly interrupting her desire. She hurriedly dried herself, threw on a bathrobe, haphazardly tied the drawstring, and went to the door. Peeking out through the peephole, she saw someone say, "Guest, your laundry is ready."
Seeing that it really was a laundry worker, Jiayao opened the door and took the bag from his hand.
After the worker left, Jiayao casually placed the bag on the bed. Her enthusiasm interrupted, she didn't continue her shameful and lewd masturbation. She went into the bathroom to get a towel, and while drying her wet hair, she went to the vanity mirror. Looking at her radiant reflection, she thought about her earlier actions and silently cursed herself for being so lewd.
While drying her hair, Jiayao noticed her phone on the vanity table, next to another phone and a battery. She didn't recognize the other phone; she thought it might be a new one her husband had bought. Therefore, she continued combing her hair without giving it a second thought.
After tidying up, Jiayao picked up her phone, only to find it was still on. She had turned it off in a fit of anger after a fight with her husband, but somehow it was still on.
Perhaps her husband had turned it back on for her, Jiayao thought to herself.
She casually played with her phone, and suddenly, her happy smile vanished, replaced by a chilling feeling as she trembled all over.
Just then, the door opened, and someone said, "Jiayao, come and see, I bought you a few sets of underwear, see if they fit; and oh, I also bought you a casual outfit, you looked too sexy last night, I don't want you to go back to the army like that."
Impulsively, Jiayao threw her phone at the person, who dodged it. With a loud thud, one of the phones broke.
"Chen Yanting, you beast! You took my phone and filmed that... you slut! You pervert!"
Jia Yao screamed, tears streaming down her face. The man she had been having wild sex with all night wasn't her beloved husband, but her subordinate in the army, her drinking buddy from yesterday, Chen Yanting. How could Jia Yao not be furious? How could she not be heartbroken?
While flipping through her phone, Jia Yao found a new folder containing several photos and a short video. From the thumbnails, she could tell it was of herself from last night: topless photos, sex photos, and a close-up of her genitals, her shameful vulva dripping with lustful fluids and a man's semen. If she had only seen these photos, Jia Yao would have thought her husband was a pervert, taking such selfies. But when she opened the video file, she was devastated. It still showed her having sex last night, but the male voice in the video wasn't her husband's. At that moment, she felt a wave of dizziness and knew she had been drugged and raped.
Chen Yanting calmly picked up the broken phone, walked unhurriedly to Jia Yao, and said, "Jia Yao..."
A loud slap resounded as it landed heavily on Yanting's left cheek, leaving a clear five-finger mark. Jia Yao, tears streaming down her face, angrily shouted, "I have a husband! How could you... how could you!"
"Jia Yao, he betrayed you."
Yanting's words were like salt rubbed into Jia Yao's wounds.
"I love him! I love him!"
Her husband's infidelity, her subordinate's rape—Jia Yao didn't want to experience anything. She covered her ears tightly with her hands, trying to escape it all, desperately repeating the same words.
"He doesn't deserve it!"
Yanting was also emotional at this moment. She pulled Jiayao's hands away, making Jiayao face her. Yanting said, "I love you, Jiayao, I love you!"
"No! I don't want to! You beast, get away! Don't touch me! Beast! Bitch! Let go!"
Jiayao had lost all maturity and the strength of a soldier. She was like a helpless girl, desperately cursing, crying, and screaming.
How could Yanting let go? He went further and violated Jiayao, his big mouth covering Jiayao's trembling lips. Jiayao didn't know to bite down, she only knew to dodge like a weak woman.
The violation and dodging of the two swept everything on the dressing table to the ground with a clatter. Jiayao struggled desperately but couldn't overpower the strong Yanting. The fighting skills she had learned in the army were in complete chaos in her mind, and she couldn't remember any of them.
Jia Yao's entire body was pressed against the dressing table, her round, pert buttocks half-sitting on it. Yan Ting held her hands firmly against the mirror with one hand, and his other hand and muscular frame spread her legs apart. Her bathrobe, which had been covering her body, had come undone during her struggles, revealing her fair, smooth breasts and the lush, sexy pubic hair—a beautiful sight of flesh laid bare before Yan Ting.
Although Jia Yao knew this wasn't the first time Yan Ting had seen her body, last night she had been drugged and raped, and the object of her affection was still her husband. Now, however, she was completely conscious, her naked body exposed to Yan Ting's wanton and lewd gaze.
Jia Yao knew what she was about to be treated, and she no longer seemed as out of control as before. Her cold eyes revealed resentment; as people often say, if looks could kill, she would have torn Yan Ting to pieces by now.
Yanting looked into Jiayao's eyes, his gaze filled with love, but this did not deter his continued intent to violate her. He took Jiayao's firm, white breasts into his lips, his tongue lightly licking and teasing her pink nipples; his other hand caressed her vulva.
The movements were so familiar, the teasing techniques so skillful, just like last night, but Jiayao's heart was no longer as fiery as it had been the night before, because the person before her was no longer her beloved husband, but her subordinate who had raped her.
Jiayao hated Yanting, and was heartbroken by the shattering of the last glimmer of hope in her heart. Her husband had truly cheated on her; he hadn't turned back, there were no messages of reconciliation, no phone calls begging for an apology. Perhaps, this wasn't even more tragic. Without love, without affection, without any chance of reconciliation, she found her vagina becoming shamelessly wet under Yanting's teasing, her body's desire and pleasure spreading wantonly.
There were no sweet words, no gentle caresses, no much foreplay. Just like her husband's monotonous teasing of her genitals, her body still aroused lust. Was she really so wanton and depraved? If Jia Yao's suffering under her husband's infidelity and Yan Ting's rape was like falling into hell, then her current physical reaction could be described as plunging her into the eighteenth level of hell, leaving her utterly disheartened.
"Ah..."
Finally, she was raped. Yan Ting's thick, hard penis penetrated her tender vagina, causing Jia Yao to groan. But the groan wasn't as ecstatic as last night; it was cold and mechanical, containing so much sadness, pain, and even despair.
At this moment, Jia Yao's passion and desire were separated by a trench. Her body still experienced pleasure and orgasm, but her mind was like still water, without the slightest ripple.
Yan Ting wasn't as vigorous as last night, but he still ejaculated after bringing Jia Yao to two orgasms. It was over. This was Jia Yao's only thought after Yan Ting pulled out his penis.
Afterwards, Yanting took her to the bathroom, where he personally washed her body again, his hands and feet, of course, getting them uncleaned once more, but Jiayao paid no attention.
Once everything was finished, Jiayao refused to wear the sexy, beautiful outfit she'd worn the night before. She coldly put on the casual clothes Yanting had bought for her, her eyes filled with lingering resentment.
"Jiayao, no matter what you think of me, I truly love you. As for what happens to me back at the army base, even if they call the police, I won't complain. If you want to stay here, I've already paid for today's room, so you can stay comfortably. If you don't want to stay, I've already brought your car; it's in the parking lot, and the keys are here."
Despite her intense hatred for Yanting, Jiayao was still touched by his thoughtfulness and gentleness.
But was Yanting truly without any ulterior motives? Jiayao hadn't looked at Yanting's phone; surely there was something on it? Playing hard to get and feigning deep affection were common tactics used by seasoned players in love. How could Jia Yao have imagined that this was a necessary step in breaking down the barriers in her heart?
Yan Ting left, and Jia Yao packed her things and left the hotel. She drove off, but didn't know where to go.
Suicide? Calling the police? Jia Yao had considered these options, but what about her child? Her only support now was her child in elementary school. Raising a child required money, so she couldn't be without a job. The military was a closed society; if she called the police, there would be a lot of trouble, and she wouldn't be able to stay in the military then. If she left the military, how could she find a good job in today's economically depressed society? Besides, after serving in the military for so long, whether she could adapt to modern society was still a question.
She decided in her heart that no matter what, she would be with her child.
So, she went to her parents' home to spend the weekend with her child. With her child's company, she temporarily put aside the painful things and happily spent time with her child until Sunday night when she returned to the military base.
"What should I do?"
Jia Yao sat in the deputy warehouse commander's office, looking at the cell phone she had smashed in anger on the table, feeling distressed about her impulsiveness and not having a spare phone. A day has passed since she returned to the unit. Huiling won't be back on leave until Tuesday, which means she won't be able to talk to her child until tomorrow at the earliest. This is something Jiayao, who is used to talking to her child every day, is really not used to without her mobile phone.
"Corporal Chen Yanting, requesting permission to enter the deputy warehouse commander's office."
Jia Yao glanced at the clock; there was still some time before roll call. Because of what had happened earlier, Jia Yao was unsure how to face this subordinate, but as his superior, she still let him in.
"What!"
Jia Yao asked coldly, a feeling of not wanting to face him welling up inside.
"Reporting to the deputy warehouse commander, Corporal Chen Yanting is returning from leave at 8:00 PM. Seeking instructions from the deputy warehouse commander."
"This doesn't need to be reported to me. Get out!"
Jia Yao kept her head down, pretending to look at the documents on the table. Jia Yao was also dissatisfied with her own actions; clearly, the other party was the perpetrator, so why should she act like she had done something wrong and run away?
"But..."
Yanting was about to continue when Jia Yao suddenly looked up, her expression filled with hatred, resentment, and a flicker of evasiveness.
Jia Yao saw that Chen Yanting was wearing the same clothes he had worn when he left that day. Jia Yao, who had wanted to escape and forget, felt an urge to explode. Just as she was about to erupt, Yanting took something out of his backpack—a new cell phone.
“Sister Jiayao, I knew it would be inconvenient for you if your phone broke, so…”
Yanting’s humble attitude made Jiayao overlook the inappropriate nickname in the military. Her eyes became more complicated, seemingly filled with an unfathomable emotion.
Here, one can’t help but praise Yanting’s thoughtfulness. The newest phone isn’t always the best choice for an apology; sometimes giving such a phone just feels like trying to pressure someone with money. The phone Yanting bought was the same model as Jiayao’s original one, even the charms and stickers were identical. The only difference, perhaps, was the family photo sticker on the broken phone.
Giving such a gift, and seeing Yanting’s burning gaze, filled with guilt and overflowing affection, made Jiayao, who was about to scold him, unable to continue. She stared blankly at the phone.
“How…did you bring this in? Didn’t security see it at the entrance?”
Jiayao asked after a long silence.
Hearing this question, Yanting scratched his head awkwardly and said embarrassedly, "Well... the chicken cutlet and bubble tea I had on the way back, plus the liquor stall during the next holiday... and then I got in through a little bit of acquaintance. Deputy Warden, there will be roll call later, and it's my turn to be on duty this week. I want to go change first."
Jiayao looked at Yanting, nodded, and said, "Go ahead!"
"Thank you, Deputy Warden!"
Yanting saluted and turned to leave. As he stepped out the door, he heard Jiayao say to him, "Thank you."
After Yanting left, Jiayao looked at her phone on the table. Compared to her husband's rigidity, Yanting was much more considerate. Love always involves one party giving and the other receiving. Compared to the returns she received for her husband's efforts, Yanting's extreme thoughtfulness at this moment filled Jiayao's heart with a surge of emotions. Jiayao knew she still loved her husband; after all, it was a fortress built on years of affection and marriage, and although there were cracks, it was difficult to break through in a short time. But Jiayao was still a woman, even though she was married and had children. Knowing that she still had charm for men and that men could fall in love with her filled her with a woman's pride, bringing a joyful smile to her face.
As for why she was now comparing Yanting to her husband, Jiayao hadn't thought about it deeply.
Later that day, Jiayao was busy with military affairs and didn't call her children, perhaps afraid that her husband would answer. After all, she wasn't ready to face him.
Her husband's infidelity had made Jiayao lose confidence in herself, because she still had children, and she still loved her husband.
So she was afraid—afraid that she had lost her charm and the power to hold her husband, and that he would actually agree to a divorce. Similarly, even though she had been drugged and raped, not of her own volition, she couldn't shake the memory of that night's debauchery. Jia Yao's unwavering faith in her was cracking, so she picked up the phone several times to call, but hesitated to press the call button.
"What! He's such a bastard!"
On her first night back at the military base, Hui Ling noticed Jia Yao's unusual expression. Under her questioning, Jia Yao confessed to her husband's affair, but concealed her relationship with Yan Ting. After all, being in the military would only complicate matters further. After hearing Jia Yao's story, Hui Ling angrily berated her.
"Your husband doesn't know how to cherish her. Marrying a woman as stunning as my senior is already his blessing, yet he still hurts her like this. Is it really like what people say, that behind every goddess-like beauty is a man who's tired of sleeping with her?"
Hui Ling said indignantly.
Thinking of this, Jia Yao still felt sad and heartbroken, but not as unbearable as before. She couldn't explain why her feelings had changed so drastically.
"Hmph! Senior, since your husband was unfaithful to you first, you don't need to waste yourself on him. Why not give him a cuckold's horns back and enjoy life to the fullest?"
Hui Ling gave Jia Yao a wicked idea, a mischievous smile on her face. She thought she could use this opportunity to win her senior back and rekindle their lesbian relationship.
Jia Yao knew Hui Ling's intentions, but her face flushed when she heard about being cuckolded. Her mind didn't flash back to her lesbian relationship with Hui Ling, but rather to the nights Yan Ting had driven her to ecstasy. A sudden shock struck Jia Yao. Yan Ting had so quickly etched a place in her heart. Why? The answer that surfaced in her mind made Jia Yao afraid to think any further.
Hui Ling never imagined that her little scheme would lead Jia Yao to open Pandora's box, bringing them both unexpected encounters later on. Huiling took something out of her bag and, with a mischievous glint in her eye, sat down beside Jiayao's bed. Her cool, alluring lips brushed against Jiayao's ear as she breathed softly, saying, "Senior, I brought back a new toy. Let's try it out now."
Jiayao glanced at the object in Huiling's hand—a two-headed dragon. Clearly, Huiling had been itching to get back. But Jiayao felt a surge of irritation and shook her head in refusal.
"Huiling, I'm not in the mood today. Let's do it another day."
"Senior..."
Huiling hesitated, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, her dreamy expression revealing a woman's desire. Every breath, every gasp, exuded sensuality. Jiayao looked at this lustful little cat before her and sighed, shaking her head slightly. Huiling was usually known in the army as an ice queen, strict and aloof towards men, showing no mercy. But at this moment, she was completely different from her usual self; it was impossible to reconcile her with her usual persona.
Ultimately, this was a mistake caused by Jia Yao. In her youthful ignorance and ambiguous sexuality, she often took on the role of a male lesbian, seducing younger female students. She had same-sex sexual relationships with several of them, the most clingy, the most beautiful, and the most persistent. During their wild student years, Hui Ling developed a similar controlling reaction towards Jia Yao. In Jia Yao's presence, she became a completely submissive woman, allowing Jia Yao to take advantage of her. So, even after they separated, Hui Ling displayed her male lesbian traits, but in Jia Yao's presence, she still became a submissive, aroused woman.
"I really don't want to today, but if you really need it, I'll help you,"
Jia Yao sighed.
Before she finished speaking, Hui Ling passionately kissed Jia Yao, her hands pulling Jia Yao's soft breasts, her legs slightly parted so that Jia Yao's thighs could rub against her wet, private parts.
Jiayao reached up from the waist and easily unhooked the blouse, kneading the firm, jelly-like breasts. With one hand around Huiling's fair neck, their lips intertwined, their tongues deftly exploring the gums, the walls of the mouth, and any sensitive spot. Their two nimble tongues, like mating serpents, entwined lasciviously.
Gradually, Huiling reduced herself to wearing only a pink floral lace-trimmed panty. The cotton material wasn't see-through, but the outline of her sparse pubic hair and vulva could still be seen through the small damp patch.
Jiayao gently pulled Huiling's last remaining covering down to her knees, took the double-headed dildo Huiling had brought, and gently rubbed it against her vulva, slowly penetrating deeper.
"Mmm... ah..."
Perhaps because it wasn't a holiday, and there was another female officer's dormitory nearby, Huiling, despite living in a separate, isolated building, had to suppress the moans rising in her throat. However, the electric-like pleasure brought by the dildo entering her vagina still made Huiling cry out involuntarily.
"Shh... keep it down, or the other female officers and soldiers will hear."
Jiayao placed her index finger on her alluring lips, reminding Huiling.
"But... senior, you're making me feel too good, that's why I accidentally..."
Huiling said coquettishly.
"Come on, I just put it in, we haven't even started yet, how can you have so many feelings?"
"I just have a special feeling for Sister Jiayao..."
Huiling said coquettishly, touching her bouncy breast with her left hand and grasping Jiayao's hand holding the double-headed dragon with her right hand, saying, "Sister Jiayao, continue... I want..."
Jiayao smiled bitterly helplessly and resumed the action, while grasping Huiling's other breast with her other hand, pinching and twisting the hard, erect pink nipple with her thumb and forefinger like a man playing with a woman.
"Mmm... ahh... oh... mmm..."
With Jiayao's assistance, the pleasure from Huiling's tight, untouched vaginal muscles was the main wave, combined with the tributary flowing from her caressed breasts, impacting Huiling's senses from bottom to top. To suppress the moans that kept wanting to come out, Huiling put her fingers in her mouth, clenching them tightly to endure, constantly emitting heavy, seductive panting sounds.
Jiayao sat on the edge of Huiling's bed, looking down at Huiling lying on her back, her waist swaying seductively, aroused by her own actions. Looking at her hand holding the double-headed penis, the other end's head thick and erect, she felt as if she were grasping a man's flesh, stroking it. Suddenly, Jiayao's mind flashed back to that night when she held her "husband's" penis, but Yanting's face replaced her husband's. Jiayao panicked, trying to banish the thought, but her hand holding the double-headed penis unconsciously increased its pressure and speed.
"Mmm...ah...senior...like this...I...mmmmm..."
Huiling felt the changes in Jiayao's movements, her pleasure increasing dramatically, and under Jiayao's unconscious actions, she was quickly brought to orgasm.
Jia Yao only snapped out of her reverie when Hui Ling's hand trembled uncontrollably. She looked at Hui Ling, utterly disheveled by her actions—not only the mess of her own violent movements, but also the faint fingerprints on the breasts she had grasped. Jia Yao couldn't help but ask herself, what had happened?
"Senior, you were so intense just now,"
Hui Ling said softly, regaining her composure.
"Hui Ling, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention..."
"It's okay. Actually... I like it when you treat me like this, Jia Yao. Just now, you reminded me of your school days, not as gentle as you've become after marriage."
After marriage and childbirth, Jia Yao's maternal and mature glow had masked her youthful impetuosity. Though strong, she lacked that wildness. Jia Yao's slightly masculine advances just now reminded her of her wild days in school.
"Senior, how was it...? Did you get that vengeful thrill of cheating on your husband?"
Huiling blinked playfully.
"Stop fooling around, go to sleep."
Jiayao didn't answer Huiling's question, only urging her to rest.
Being a security sergeant was really boring; you had to stand alone, with no guards around. Especially the one guarding the armory door, not only was the position remote, but you also had to keep an eye on the military line to see if any strange phone calls would come in.
"Hello? Meiling? Why didn't you answer my calls... Hmm... Why are you crying? Don't cry... Sweetie... What 'I'm sorry'... What 'accident'... Huh? You got hooked up with by your boss!... And caught cheating?... So now you... Well... What happened next... It's okay, no matter what... I still love you..."
Yanting talked on the phone for a long time before hanging up, thinking that the relationship had become a mess. This world is so small! His girlfriend got slept with by his boss's husband, and his boss, in turn, was slept with by him through a spur-of-the-moment scheme. Yanting patted his head in exasperation, a bitter smile on his face.
His girlfriend was quite loyal to him, her only flaw being that she often relied on her sexy figure to seduce other men and extract maximum benefit. Using her body to seduce men often had a double-edged sword, and he had a premonition that something bad would happen one day. Before he joined the army, he could often help his girlfriend release her own desires, but now that he was in the army, Meiling still had the same mentality. In a moment of passion, she gave in to someone else without much resistance. He suddenly thought, since his girlfriend had broken her hymen, why not take this opportunity to go further and properly fulfill his desire to humiliate her?
At this moment, Yanting had a new idea. Since he and Meiling weren't married yet, exchanging a girlfriend with whom he only had physical intimacy for a beautiful young woman everyone dreamed of playing with seemed like a win-win situation. He had initially worried about finding a better breakthrough, but now he could use his girlfriend's relationship with Jiayao's husband to break down Jiayao's defenses.
Yanting scrolled through the video files on his phone. Tsk tsk! That beautiful vagina, that skin, that figure, that touch—he could never get tired of it. He couldn't understand why someone with such a wife wouldn't waste their energy on her and would instead cheat on her. Yanting opened a video file. The image was shaky, but the mature and alluring face was still vaguely recognizable as Jiayao. Yanting had never intended to use the photos to blackmail Jiayao; that could easily become irrefutable evidence of a crime! If he was going to cheat, he would eat her heart too. Ideally, he would sleep with all the female soldiers in the camp before his discharge.
Ahem! Correction: It's about bringing those beautiful female soldiers from this camp to bed. Even though he's a lecher, the thought of the many uniquely attractive female soldiers in the camp still makes him shudder.
Huh! Just as Yanting was fantasizing about how to carry out his grand plan, he suddenly noticed a dark figure flash past, running towards the manager's warehouse.
"Damn it, those old soldiers hid their stuff again without telling anyone. I've caught them this time!"
Yanting assumed it was the older soldiers in the mess hall who had cooked something and hidden it, only now preparing to serve it. Seeing that there was still an hour before the changing of the guard, and that the officer who had just checked had already done so, he figured no one else would come anytime soon, so he followed.
"Really here…?"
"Of course! There's even a mattress here, it'll be much more comfortable to sit on later…"
"But…"
"No buts… Hurry! I'm already hard, quickly use your big breasts to massage me…"
Yanting peeked through the window at the two people engaging in illicit activities in the warehouse. Judging from the man's plump build, he could roughly guess it was Sergeant Major He Xun from the company. The woman, Lin Yunyun, was a new recruit, not particularly attractive, but not bad-looking either. What was striking was her exceptionally large bust – estimated by others to be at least an F-cup. During afternoon physical training, a crowd would gather around her, eager to see her large breasts swaying. Of course, Yanting himself, while on duty, had given this female soldier plenty of "attention." Since even the platoon leader wanted a look, he often had her perform actions that accentuated her features, just for the sake of the group. However, Yanting hadn't expected Sergeant Major He Xun and Yunyun to be involved; it was quite unexpected.
"This newbie clearly came prepared; she's not even wearing a bra,"
Yanting thought to himself as he saw Yunyun push up her military green bra, revealing her enormous breasts. Yunyun pulled the sergeant's trousers down to his knees, cupped her breasts in her hands, and began to stroke his erect penis.
"Hiss..."
From He Xun's deep breath, Yanting could imagine the pleasurable sensation. Breast sex... In this military camp where most women were flat-chested, such pleasure was unheard of. Looking at He Xun's ecstatic expression, Yanting had the urge to volunteer as the next one.
Yunyun diligently squeezed her breasts tightly around the hard penis. The saliva oozing from the sergeant's glans clung to Yunyun's breasts. The small amount of saliva wasn't enough for lubrication, but Yunyun's breasts were very soft and didn't hinder her stroking movements. The only pity was that Yunyun seemed clumsy, clearly unfamiliar with this method.
"Yunyun, add some saliva... and use your mouth, oh... hiss... yes... that's it..."
Sergeant He Xun directed Yunyun to perform more advanced movements. However, the sergeant's penis was clearly not big enough. Yunyun had initially held it tightly against her chest, and with her head down, her tongue couldn't reach the swollen glans. Fortunately, Yunyun's breasts were large enough that she could only lick He Xun's erect glans after moving the penis to her nipples.
"Hmm... ooh..."
Yunyun's nipples rubbed against He Xun's penis due to the tightness of her breasts, causing her to moan sensitively. She then took the glans into her mouth and began giving the sergeant oral sex.
Yanting watched from the side, his blood boiling. His penis was erected in this lewd scene, but he couldn't release his pent-up desire and could only continue watching the passionate couple inside.
"Hiss... oh..."
The sergeant tilted his head back, suddenly grabbing Yunyun's head with both hands and twisting his waist rapidly and violently a few times. Judging from his relaxed expression, he had clearly ejaculated.
"Don't spit it out, swallow it..."
the sergeant commanded Yunyun.
Yunyun looked at He Xun reluctantly, her face showing difficulty as she swallowed the semen in her mouth. She said, "Sergeant Major, so... what will my work be like after this..."
"Don't worry... I'll find you an easier place tomorrow, I won't make you carry ammunition. But today isn't over yet..."
He Xun, still unsatisfied, grabbed her large breasts and rubbed and kneaded them, preparing for the next wave of attack.
"Sergeant... Sergeant Major, don't pull me, I... I have a boyfriend..."
Yunyun's struggles were not very convincing, half-heartedly letting He Xun continue to invade her territory.
"What are you afraid of! He's outside the camp, I'm inside the camp, if you don't tell me and I don't tell him, how will he know? Besides... don't you really want it? It's already like this..."
He Xun continued his assault, his fingers even reaching under Yunyun's pants to lick and rub, then he withdrew his hand, which was covered in an unknown liquid, and said.
"..."
Yunyun hesitated for a moment, then "reluctantly" said, "Wear a condom, no kissing, otherwise forget it..."
"But I didn't bring a condom..."
He Xun felt troubled, but said helplessly.
"I have one here..."
Yunyun took out a condom from her pocket, slowly tore open the seal, put the condom in her mouth, and slowly put the condom on the sergeant's penis with her mouth.
Seeing this, Yanting equated Yunyun with a whore. In the end, she was prepared to be fucked anyway. She had acted for so long. Looking down at his watch, he realized it was time to calm down and prepare to hand over his shift. So, ignoring the couple in the storeroom, he secretly ran back to the security desk. Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to take a few pictures with his phone as a souvenir.
Not long after returning to the security desk, he saw a person rushing over while putting on a hat and adjusting his clothes.
"Senior... I'm here to relieve you as security officer."
Yan Ting glanced at the clock on the wall; there were still 20 minutes until the shift change. He thought, "This new recruit is quite principled." So, he explained the key points for security officers and the matters to be handed over, then handed over his security officer's armband.
Before leaving, Yan Ting kindly reminded his principled junior, "By the way, you're still a newbie. Don't meddle in some of the senior's affairs, even if he's a soldier, to avoid getting into trouble. Of course, if it goes too far, then tell me. Also, stand guard properly. If you see any strange figures, don't interfere. Even if you see them, pretend you didn't. For example, the surveillance cameras in front of the manager's warehouse. Otherwise, you might offend some people with higher ranks than you, and I can't save you then."
The new recruit gratefully said, "Yes, senior! Thank you, senior. Please go back and rest. I'll stand guard properly."
Yan Ting nodded, went back to his dormitory, and went to bed.
"Hey, you old guys, get me a small pot of Four-Ingredient Chicken Soup today. The ingredients are here. Don't make it too bland; that's for the officers."
Yanting took advantage of a break to run to the mess hall and grab a packet of medicine, handing it to the mess sergeant.
"Wow! Sergeant, where did you get this stuff?"
a private asked irrationally.
"Damn it, 'damn' is something you can say! Get lost, it's none of your business. Hurry up and wash the vegetables for me."
A corporal walked up to Yanting, ordering the private to do other things.
"Sergeant, isn't this a bit too much?"
the corporal said, but without a complaining expression, clearly familiar with Yanting.
"Nonsense my foot! Look at what kind of garbage you guys usually cook, is it even edible?"
Yanting said, but his face didn't show any sign of complaint.
"Senior, I asked the administration to buy this. Don't ask who it's for. Also, stop saying I'm ripping you off. Here, AB with coconut milk and some green tea."
Yan Ting took out two plastic bottles and gave them to the soldier, secretly slipping him two packets of betel nuts. The soldier smiled with satisfaction.
"Squad leader, I'll take your idea. I'll pack it in that jar for you. You can come and get it whenever you want tonight."
After a pause, he put his arm around Yanting's shoulder and whispered, "Who else could make the squad leader go to such lengths to prepare this besides those two anti-aircraft guns? The squad leader's got guts, always messing with married women and ice queens..."
He gave a lewd "I understand" smile and continued, "Do you want me to add something to it for you? That way you'll get it faster."
Yanting punched the private and said, "Damn it, you know your target and still want to do this? Are you trying to kill me?! Remember, whatever you do, don't add anything. If that stuff gets out in the army, you'll be in big trouble."
After giving the instructions, Yanting left the mess hall.
"What? The propellant has to be sent back? What's going on... What do you mean the quantity is wrong... They even want to recalculate it... We already calculated it when we sent it over, what's the point of this... Isn't this request going too far..."
Yan Ting had just passed by the war room when he heard the warehouse manager shouting loudly. Jia Yao and Hui Ling were also inside. Judging from the warehouse manager's tone, something seemed to be wrong. Yan Ting stood outside the door, curious, listening to what was being said inside.
The warehouse chief angrily hung up the phone and turned to berate a sergeant: "You think you're so great? The forms you sent out got blown away! What the hell are you doing, escorting the truck? Losing them is one thing, just make another one. But look, you got the quantity wrong too. Now look what happened! I have to go to the warehouse to get the stamp tomorrow, and then to headquarters to settle the report the day after, and now you've messed things up. Let me tell you this first, I'm going to Kenting with my wife and daughter this week. You keep an eye on things, if it affects my leave, you can forget about any benefits until you're discharged."
"Lieutenant, I'll still go to the warehouse to handle the procedures as usual tomorrow, see if we can make an exception. As for the other side, I'll have to leave it to you..."
the warehouse chief instructed Jia Yao.
"Don't worry, Warehouse Chief, I'll handle this."
Although Jia Yao hadn't thought of a quick solution, she still accepted the task assigned by her superior.
"Knock! Knock! Report!"
Yan Ting called out from outside.
"Who's there!"
"Report, Corporal Chen Yanting." "What is it?"
"Reporting, Warden, the mess hall is ready, the men have gotten their food, we can eat now."
Yanting reported to the Warden.
"Then assemble!"
So Yanting gathered everyone together. At the same time, he began to think about the situation just now. Suddenly, someone flashed by, making him smile. He thought that this was an opportunity to make a better impression on Jiayao.
After assembling in the evening, since there was nothing much to do, everyone gathered in the Zhongshan Room to watch a movie, while those who needed to work naturally took their places.
"He's not here? Please make sure to tell him... That document is very important to us. We must sign it by tomorrow morning. If we have to open the main document, we won't have enough time. I can assure you, we just didn't fill out the form properly. We can fix it. Really... We really didn't mean to trap you..."
Yanting heard Jiayao's tone from outside the door. She didn't sound like a deputy commander at all. He thought to himself that the guy was really fussy. Based on their friendship as fellow recruits and the few times he had helped her without much real importance, he couldn't be too confident. He was just betting on whether she was loyal enough.
"Reporting, Corporal Chen Yanting, requesting permission to enter the deputy warehouse manager's office."
"Come in."
Yanting opened the door and went in. He saw Jiayao in camouflage, still worrying about the mess the ammunition replenishment soldier had made that day. She looked a little haggard. He placed the prepared chicken soup and a can of something on Jiayao's table.
"What is that..."
Jiayao looked at the items on the table in confusion, and faintly smelled Chinese medicine.
“Reporting to the Warehouse Chief, this is Four-Ingredient Chicken Soup, and this can is Q10. A friend gave it to me, but I don't need it, so I thought I'd give it to the Deputy Warehouse Chief…”
Jia Yao looked at Yan Ting with a complicated expression. Yan Ting's thoughtful and even caring actions warmed her heart, but their relationship clearly shouldn't involve such behavior.
“No need, take them all. I'm not in the mood.”
“Deputy Warehouse Chief, you should keep the chicken soup. If you can't finish it, you can share it with the counselor or someone else. I know your period is coming soon, and drinking some will be good for you. You can give the Q10 to someone else if you don't want it, please don't refuse it.”
Yan Ting spoke very sincerely, and when he mentioned his period, he deliberately paused as if he were shy.
"Alright, but you should keep that can of Q10 for your girlfriend. You don't need to do these things anymore."
Jia Yao softened, feeling a surge of warmth and shyness. Her husband never cared about her menstrual cycle, but this man, a few years younger than her, thoughtfully remembered and even prepared a pot of Four-Ingredient Chicken Soup to nourish her. This was something her husband had never done before, and it made Jia Yao experience the feeling of a woman being cared for by a gentle man. Humans aren't made of stone, and Yan Ting's actions gradually made Jia Yao accept his attentiveness.
"Deputy Warehouse Chief, you should keep it. I don't want to take back what I gave you. By the way, Deputy Warehouse Chief, were you just discussing the delivery of propellant with the G-bomb depot today?"
Seeing that things had progressed this far, Yan Ting didn't dwell on the topic and changed the subject, asking about what Jia Yao was handling.
"How did you know?"
Jia Yao asked Yan Ting in surprise.
“Sister Jiayao, this matter seems to have escalated. I just overheard the ammunition supply officer and the soldier driving the car talking to me. I think I can help.”
“What? You have a way?”
Jiayao didn’t seem to care about Yanting’s sudden use of an intimate term of address, whether she was tacitly agreeing or simply surprised by what happened later.
“Well, the ammunition supply officer over there is my classmate. I helped him with part of his training assessment, and I also helped him a few times during recruit training. I think if I talk to him, maybe the matter can be resolved. But… I’m not entirely sure…”
“Hmm… give it a try.”
Yanting then picked up the phone and dialed.
"This is Corporal Chen Yanting from the ammunition depot. I'm looking for your ammunition supply officer. Please transfer me... Hello... Jiahou, this is Yanting... Yes... I'm on duty right now..."
Yanting didn't immediately steer the conversation towards the propellant, but instead started chatting casually, "Yeah... By the way, Jiahou, I heard our unit delivered a batch of propellant today... Hey... Yeah, I was the one who led the team that checked it. Yeah... I know, I know it's our unit's problem, but you know... our superiors are doing the closing report this week... Yeah... I know, but we're in the same unit, I wouldn't harm you... Yeah... Yeah..." …The batch number and quantity are definitely correct… Hmm… Really… If I'm lying, I'll be a bastard… Yeah… Don't send it back to us, otherwise we'll definitely be flooded this week… Hmm… Otherwise, I'll tell our superior, and I'll go there myself tomorrow… Hmm… Yes… Really! …Okay… I'll definitely bring the form over to you tomorrow… Hmm… Just get it stamped… Hmm… Thanks… Hmm… Okay… See you tomorrow…”
After Yanting hung up the phone, a smile appeared on his face as he said, “Sister Jiayao, it's okay, he promised that if I bring the revised form over tomorrow, he'll stamp it for us without any issues.”
“Really! That's great…”
Jiayao was so happy that she didn't care about Yanting's improper way of addressing her, and even hugged Yanting passionately, making Yanting exclaim with delight.
But then Jiayao realized that her actions were inappropriate, and immediately separated. Jiayao felt embarrassed about her impulsive behavior, and for a moment, the scene became awkward.
"I think we should report this to the warehouse manager..."
Yanting quickly thought of a way to change the awkward atmosphere, and Jiayao immediately chimed in, "Yes, I must report this good news to the warehouse manager right away."
After saying that, she was about to walk out the door.
"Sister Jiayao, no need, I'll go and tell him. You should just drink your soup first, it won't taste good if it gets cold."
After Yanting finished speaking, he walked towards the door, but before leaving, he turned back and blurted out, "Jiayao, although I really don't want to say this, seeing you so unhappy isn't what I want either. I think if you don't call back and face it, things will never be resolved, and that's not good for you or your family."
With that, Yanting left, leaving Jiayao staring blankly at the chicken soup he had left behind.
The night before the holiday.
"Hello...where are you looking?"
The voice on the other end was so familiar, a voice that had once brought her happiness and moved her, but because of what she shouldn't have seen and what shouldn't have happened, that voice had changed.
"It's me..."
Jiayao felt the difficulty of speaking, her lips even trembling slightly.
"Wife...wife..."
The person on the other end of the phone seemed stunned upon hearing Jia Yao's voice, stammering as he spoke. Then, as if waking up, he rattled off a string of words: "Wife...I was wrong, please forgive me, I really didn't mean it. You're still the one I love most, wife...please don't divorce me, I beg you...I can't live without you...wife..." "
..."
Could an affair really erase over a decade of relationship? Jia Yao listened quietly, tears streaming down her face. This strong female military officer, so capable in her career, was now vulnerable and weeping when faced with her family's emotional turmoil. Avoiding the problem wouldn't solve it; it would only accumulate. For almost a week, she longed to call her husband and give him another dressing down, but she lacked the courage. When, persuaded by Yan Ting, she finally mustered the courage to call home, hearing her husband's pleading voice, she couldn't bring herself to speak, couldn't bring herself to be cruel. It even reminded her of that night she lost her virginity. All the emotions overwhelmed her, and she broke down, sobbing into the receiver.
“Wife… let’s make up, okay? I love you. Give me another chance, for the sake of our child… wife…”
“Okay… okay, husband, I… will come home tomorrow…”
Jia Yao choked out her agreement, thinking that perhaps this was the best way to handle things.
Yan Ting, who was eavesdropping outside the door, had a strange expression on his face. He hadn’t given Jia Yao any hope, and even helped her this time; how could he expect her to willingly have an affair with him in the future? A plan unfolded in Yan Ting’s mind as he smiled and left Jia Yao’s door.
This weekend, Jia Yao drove home with a complicated heart.
When she stood at the door, she hesitated for a moment as she grasped the doorknob. Should she open it or not? Jia Yao’s heart pounded with anxiety. Even though her husband was going to apologize, she felt as if she were the one who had done wrong. Although she
had promised to forgive her husband on the phone, when she got home and faced him, Jia Yao realized it wasn’t so easy. Just as she hesitated, the door opened.
"Mommy...you're back..."
a pure voice called out to Jia Yao. Jia Yao's hesitant expression immediately turned into a smile, and she happily said, "Yes, Mommy's back...have you been good this week?"
No matter how much the couple argued, they always believed in presenting a good image and a warm atmosphere for their child.
"Yes...I even got a perfect score on my school exam this time..."
the child proudly boasted to Jia Yao.
Jia Yao stroked her well-behaved son's head, smiling and praising him, a picture of motherly harmony.
"You're back..."
Jia Yao looked up at the sound of her voice and saw her husband, Zhang Caide, staring at her blankly. When their eyes met, he looked away guiltily, avoiding her gaze. "Dinner's ready...the dishes are set...just wash your hands and we can eat..."
Jia Yao didn't say anything, just nodded, and pulled the child, saying, "Come on, let's eat."
At the table, the dishes were simple, but all Jia Yao's favorites. She sighed inwardly; if her husband's actions had happened a week ago, she would have been deeply moved and filled with happiness. But after the affair, Jia Yao couldn't interpret his behavior as tenderness; the meaning of the meal had changed.
Jia Yao didn't say much at the table. Aside from occasionally listening to her son talk about what happened at school, she didn't have much conversation with her husband, ending the meal uneventfully.
Her husband put the child to bed early and then sat quietly beside Jia Yao. Even the suggestive jokes from the TV host couldn't break the cold atmosphere between them.
Finally, Jia Yao's husband spoke first: "Wife, it was my fault! I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have had relations with other women. Wife, I still love you the most..."
"Hmph!"
Jia Yao gave a cold snort, making her husband even more tense, but he still continued, "I know I have no right to say anything right now, but think about the child. He's still young. If he doesn't have a complete family like this, it will definitely affect his future personality development."
When she mentioned the child, Jia Yao's cold expression softened a lot. Seeing the change in Jia Yao, her husband went all out and knelt down with a "thud." "Wife, good Yao Yao, please forgive me... I really won't do this again. I... I swear, from now on..."
Jia Yao glanced at her husband, watching what kind of vow he was about to make.
"This will never happen again, and there are no 'what ifs.' From now on, I will absolutely obey my wife's every word. If she tells me to do something, I will never stand up; if she tells me to go east, I will never go west, or I'll get hit by a car and die!"
Hearing her husband's nonsensical vow, Jia Yao's lips finally curved into a slight smile. Actually, from the moment she saw the food on the table, although she felt a pang of regret, Jia Yao had truly forgiven her husband. Her coldness was merely a small act of revenge.
Seeing Jia Yao smile, her husband finally felt relieved after a whole week of anxiety. Overjoyed at being forgiven, the husband hugged Jia Yao's legs tightly, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, wife, thank you, Yao Yao, my good wife. I promise I'll never do that again."
Looking at her husband clinging to her legs, the warmth emanating from between them made Jia Yao feel as if he was crying tears of joy. She felt a surge of happiness, like a cherished possession was finally within her grasp. Seeing her excited husband, a mischievous thought suddenly crossed Jia Yao's mind. She said to him, "Don't be too happy yet. I haven't truly forgiven you. I want to test you to see if you'll really do whatever I say..."
Hearing Jia Yao's words, the husband felt a pang of unease, worried that she might ask him to do something impossible. Jia Yao continued, "I want you to lick my feet clean..."
In the past, Jia Yao would never have made such a request of her husband. She always listened gently and obediently to his instructions, indulging his rudeness and capriciousness, suppressing her own inner desires. Witnessing her husband's infidelity and drunken madness that night seemed to have cracked Jia Yao's repressed fortress. Those youthful behaviors and slightly reckless self-awareness gradually resurfaced, which is why Hui Ling noticed Jia Yao's change.
Her husband looked up at Jia Yao in surprise. At that moment, Jia Yao's eyes were alluring, the curve of her eyes capable of drawing a man's desire high. Her dark eyes radiated a mature woman's seductive longing. He had never seen Jia Yao so charming and alluring since their marriage. Even during the passionate early days of their relationship, he had rarely seen Jia Yao display such seductiveness. He immediately and hastily cupped Jia Yao's delicate, white feet, kissing them diligently like a woodpecker.
"Mmm..."
Jia Yao enjoyed her husband's attentive kisses on the instep of her foot. She stretched her other foot towards his crotch, teasing his genitals with her toes through his pants, feeling his gradual erection. Her delicate hands roamed over his shoulders, exuding the allure and desire of a mature woman.
Zhang Caide had never seen Jia Yao display such a seductive side. Kissing her slightly salty, alluring feet, the soft, smooth touch coupled with her barely audible yet seductive breaths, and the teasing of her nimble toes, his impulsive and rude nature could no longer resist. He pulled down his trousers, his hands ready to spread Jia Yao's legs, preparing for a passionate encounter.
Just as Zhang Caide was about to charge forward, Jia Yao pushed her husband away with her long, beautiful legs, saying, "What's the rush? I haven't agreed to do that kind of thing with you yet."
Jia Yao's slender fingers hooked her husband's chin, her seductive eyes gazing at him as she said, "If you want to do it with me, then we'll have to see what you're capable of."
With that, Jia Yao's fingers deftly glided across his hard, erect penis. It was only a brief moment, but the stimulation was more exciting than anything her husband had ever experienced before. Zhang Caide was completely captivated by his wife's allure and nodded frantically. Jia Yao then presented her feet to him again, and he excitedly cupped them in his hands, opening his mouth wide to suck and lick them, leaving glistening wet marks on Jia Yao's toes and insteps, like snails crawling across them.
Her husband's kissing technique, whether in terms of force or location, was not very skillful; it remained monotonous, rough, and repetitive, providing Jia Yao with little pleasure. But with her beloved husband back by her side, diligently kissing areas she had previously neglected, this emotional satisfaction gradually aroused Jia Yao, the emotional boost slightly compensating for her husband's lack of skill.
"Ah...ha...uh-huh..."
Jia Yao's hands, caressing her body, grew increasingly hot. Each touch of his snow-white skin felt like pouring oil on top, fueling her desire. Her breaths, escaping from her sensual lips and delicate nostrils, grew heavier, interspersed with a few unintentional moans. Her long legs became increasingly restless, swaying seductively, widening the path to her intimate parts. Her curved feet guided her husband's dull lips and tongue inch by inch upwards.
Before long, Jia Yao's legs were draped over her husband's shoulders, her wanton and beautiful private parts shamefully exposed before him. Her hands cupped her full, soft breasts, her fiery hips swaying with a hint of shyness, gesturing for her husband to lick deeper.
Zhang Caide, a chauvinistic and crude man devoid of romance, showed no interest in his wife's plump and delicious vulva. He only reluctantly lingered at the base of her thighs before turning away. Although the few drops of lustful moisture clinging to her dark pubic hair showed how much Jia Yao longed to be caressed and played with, Zhang Caide refused to touch her. He ignored Jia Yao's repeated hints of twisting her hips, squeezing her legs, and contracting her buttocks.
Jia Yao had already thrown her clothes on the ground. She placed her hands on her full and firm breasts, her slender fingers skillfully pinching the hardened pink buds, gently pinching and lewdly swirling them. Although the fragrant white milk did not spurt out like a column, it still moistened her already fair breasts under Jia Yao's gentle caresses.
Jia Yao, who had been gradually drawn into the vortex of desire, slowly opened her half-closed eyes after several unsuccessful attempts to hint at her desire. She sighed inwardly, "If it were Yan Ting, he would have already licked her..."
Jia Yao was startled by this inexplicable thought; she was even comparing herself to Yan Ting when being intimate with her husband. She quickly shifted her focus, banishing this terrible idea. She slid her legs off her husband's shoulders, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said in a sweet voice, "Husband... I want you to carry me to the bed in a bridal carry, and once we're in bed, you can..."
While pleading, she teased her husband by tracing circles on his chest with her fingers. This action made her husband even more aroused. He suddenly picked Jia Yao up and rushed into the room.
Zhang Caide had barely placed Jia Yao on the edge of the bed, and before he could even build up the atmosphere for further foreplay, he hastily removed his clothes, parted Jia Yao's legs, and thrust himself inside her.
Although Jiayao's body was already prepared to accept her husband's penetration, when his penis entered her, she felt a slight sense of loss amidst the pleasure. A feeling of inadequacy, a lack of tenderness, and even a sense of unfulfillment welled up deep within her. However, this feeling vanished as her husband grasped her breasts and suckled her nipples vigorously.
Her husband's technique hadn't improved; he continued the same monotonous thrusting. The pleasure from her vaginal walls was like the pulse of a heartbeat—sparse and uniform. The use of his mouth and hands on her breasts didn't bring much effect either. Sometimes, her husband would even bite haphazardly with his teeth to suckle. As a result, it was difficult to accumulate even arousal, let alone achieve an orgasm.
Although she didn't feel a full, swollen sensation inside her vagina, and her husband's technique was lacking, they were, after all, an old married couple. Jiayao knew to respond to her husband's thrusts by twisting her waist, allowing his hard glans to touch her sensitive, delicate spot.
"Mmm...mmm...ah..."
Her breasts suddenly felt empty, as if her husband had finished suckling. He lifted Jia Yao up, letting her sit on his lap, his hands holding her buttocks, controlling her movements back and forth. His lips, still smeared with milk, kissed her, his tongue darting into her mouth like a spear, swirling wildly as he sucked and savored her sexy, delicious lips and sweet saliva.
"Mmm...wooo...mmm..."
Under her husband's strong control, the slight pleasure she had just begun to build gradually faded. Her husband's increasingly plump belly seemed to limit the depth of penetration. Jia Yao felt that the hard glans couldn't reach the sensitive spots deep inside her vagina. She had to tighten her anus and buttocks, squeezing the glans even tighter, so that the folds inside her vagina could fully experience the pleasure, allowing the pleasure to build up again.
"Oh... Yao Yao, my wife... It's so tight... Oh... So good..."
Sensing the changes within Jia Yao's body, her already suction-filled vaginal opening tightened even more, gripping him tightly as if trying to melt his penis completely. The intense pleasure made Zhang Caide place Jia Yao back on the bed, his hands bracing against the bed to spread her legs wide apart. He accelerated the thrusting motion, his movements becoming increasingly violent, culminating in a series of "slap slap slap" sounds.
"Mmm... Ahh... Husband... Ahhh..."
Her husband's vigorous thrusting finally brought waves of intense pleasure to Jia Yao, gradually pushing her towards the peak of orgasm. Her sexy, slender waist swayed in rhythm with her husband's movements, and the wonderful pleasure made Jia Yao let out pleasurable moans.
"Ah...husband...I love...you...mmm...I...want you...mmm...love me...harder...ah..."
Waves of pleasure washed over her, and Jia Yao felt herself getting closer and closer to the peak of orgasm. Even her most alluring moans revealed her deep love for her husband. "Wife...I love you too...oh...it feels so good...no...I...I'm going to cum..."
Zhang Caide couldn't withstand Jia Yao's intense onslaught. He felt his ejaculation was about to stop, his penis throbbing uncontrollably, on the verge of ejaculation, and his thrusting speed increased even more.
"No...husband...slow...slow down...I...haven't...ah..."
Hearing that her husband was about to ejaculate, Jia Yao, who hadn't yet reached her peak of pleasure, panicked and hoped her husband would delay. But as his penis swelled and throbbed violently, Jia Yao felt a hot, turbid stream pour into the depths of her vagina. Her husband, unceremoniously, ejaculated. Feeling the scalding heat of the semen, Jia Yao let out a few pleasurable moans, but they also contained a hint of resentment.
After ejaculating, the husband did not provide any further caresses. After his limp penis withdrew, he lay down on the bed without even cleaning it, closed his eyes, and went to sleep. No matter how many times Jia Yao called out to him, he only responded casually and soon began to breathe heavily in his sleep.
Seeing that her husband was unresponsive, Jia Yao sighed softly, "Why...why are you so inconsiderate, so uncaring and attentive...if your technique were any better, do you know how much I wish you could make me forget that night...you're really going to cause trouble for me...I love you...I don't want to remember other men...I really, really love you..."
Jia Yao began to complain about her husband's technique. She wished he could be better, gentler, more considerate, so that she could be completely satisfied and conquered both in daily life and in bed, so she wouldn't have to compare herself to Yan Ting, with whom she had had a wrong relationship. As she spoke, Jia Yao's eyes reddened, and she began to sob. Looking at her sleeping husband, Jia Yao touched his not-so-handsome face and left the room, going into the bathroom to wash herself after their passionate encounter.
After washing up, Jiayao returned to the living room and tidied up the somewhat messy space by herself. She noticed her husband's phone lying on the floor. She picked it up and saw two or three unread text messages. Driven by curiosity, she checked them one by one.
"Section Chief, it's a holiday again. I won't be able to be with you during the holiday, and I'll be very lonely."
Text message time: 7:10 AM. "Just took a shower, and there are still traces of what I did at noon on my breasts. It makes me look like a pervert. I'll take a picture for you to see. Don't be so rough next time, or I won't be with you anymore."
Text message time: 9:00 AM. "Hmph! You're not replying to me. You must be with that old woman, right? I've decided that if you can't make me happy next Monday, don't even think about being with me anymore. You stinky section chief, I'll give you this picture to think it over carefully. It would be best if that old woman saw it and kicked you out, then you'd have no choice but to come to me." Text message time: 10:20 AM. The attached photos are: one is of a young girl squeezing her breasts in front of a mirror, with traces of strawberries still visible; the other is also of her squeezing her breasts in front of a mirror, but kneeling on one knee with her legs slightly apart, boldly revealing her pubic hair, and holding a cucumber in her mouth in a seductive manner.
If this text message was a woman's attempt to seduce a man, it was undoubtedly successful; any man seeing such a message would be aroused. But if it was meant to shatter a marriage, it was equally successful. Jia Yao held her husband's phone, her body trembling. She felt anger and sorrow; her heart felt like it had been cruelly ground into pieces in a meat grinder. If the atmosphere at home had been a beautiful paradise of reconciliation until she saw the phone, now it had instantly plunged Jia Yao into the deepest abyss.
She was heartbroken. Why had the man she loved most disappointed her so much? Did he still love her? What kind of mentality led him to deceive her like this? Was everything that happened tonight just a facade?
Jia Yao cried, still holding her husband's phone, sitting weakly on the sofa, tears streaming down her face. She didn't wail or shout; she just quietly and silently let the tears fall.
"Beep beep... beep beep..."
A text message tone sounded. It wasn't her husband's phone. She wiped away her tears, searched for her own phone, and opened the message that had just arrived.
"Senior, staying here is so boring. I really want you to come back soon so I won't be bored anymore."
The text message was sent by Huiling at 11:53. Besides this message, Jiayao also found another unread text message on her phone, which she opened.
"Sister Jiayao, I hope I can still call you that. I know I shouldn't bother you anymore, but I still want to send you a text message to wish you happiness and that you can successfully win back your husband's heart. Yanting." The text message was sent at 6:55. Jiayao stared blankly at her phone screen until the clock on the wall struck twelve. Only then did Jiayao come back to her senses. With mixed feelings, she went to her son's room and slept with him.

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