A Man's Fake Orgasm (Full)

I. A Beautiful Woman
After graduating from university, I found a job in my hometown—a small city in western China—as an accident investigator at Ping An Property & Casualty Insurance Company, a
Fortune . The basic salary wasn't great, but
the perks were good. With a bit of luck and a lot of accidents, earning 200,000 yuan a year was easy, which
was considered high income in our small city.
I handled two to three hundred accidents a year, and over ten years I'd handled several thousand. But what truly
impacted my life was the accident involving a beautiful woman last October, one that I still can't
shake off to this day.
Every time I received a report, I drove the company's dedicated accident investigation vehicle to the scene. That day, because I was off work, I
didn't switch vehicles. I was driving my Hyundai IX35, almost home, when I received a call saying
someone had been in an accident in the middle of the road, and the driver was terrified, asking me to rush over. I still remember being very annoyed at the time, cursing,
"Damn it, couldn't they have been closer if there was an accident?" Although Flaxway is within the city limits, it's a relatively new
development , close to the countryside, and a 30-minute drive from my home in the city center. Plus,
it was drizzling, which only added to my gloom.
As I approached Flaxway, I was already going over 120 km/h, and there wasn't a single car or person on the road. The car turned
onto Flaxway, and for some reason, a scene from "I Am Legend" suddenly popped into my head.
Headlights and fog lights searched the streets, and after driving about 500 meters, I saw a car parked ahead. Driving
closer, I saw it was a Volkswagen Beetle, lying on the ground like a worm. A woman stood in front of it,
wearing a white trench coat, her arms tightly clasped together, shivering in the rain.
"Did you call the police? What happened?" I asked, looking her over. The woman was beautiful,
her hair wet from the rain, a strand falling from her forehead, over her upturned nose, and landing near her mouth. I've never
considered myself a gentleman, nor do I consider myself a person of low taste, lacking morality, culture, and manners
, but at that moment I did have an impulse to pull her into my arms, to hold that strand of hair near her mouth, and to
smell her scent. "Pervert, beast," I promptly criticized myself.
"Yes, you're from the insurance company? Can I see your ID?" She released her arms from my embrace,
brushed her hair aside, and stared at me.
After she looked at my ID, tears suddenly streamed down her face. "Look quickly, I hit and killed someone.
I was driving straight ahead when he suddenly rushed at me. I didn't even see anyone in front of me; I don't know where he came from
."
Hearing her say she had hit and killed someone, I hurriedly asked, "Where is he?"
"He's in the back," she timidly pointed to the back of the car. I walked around the car, and about seven or eight meters behind it lay a
man, his body mangled and his internal organs exposed, but I could still tell he was around thirty or forty years old. Judging from his clothes, he was
probably from a nearby rural area. I put my hand under his nose and couldn't feel any breath; his body
was already ice-cold.
"Did you call 120? Did you call the police?" Based on experience, I knew this kind of thing was troublesome. If the person was dead,
it was easier to deal with, but if the person was alive, half-dead, it was a bottomless pit. Thinking this, I suddenly noticed
that the skid marks on the ground were wrong; they overlapped. Could such a beautiful woman be so cruel? Thinking this, I
subconsciously blurted out, "Did you realize he wasn't dead and then backed up and ran him over again?"
"No, no, how could I? No, nothing like that happened. I haven't called the police or 120.
Look at him, he's like that, it's no use." The woman suddenly became nervous and somewhat at a loss.
"That's clearly how it is, and you still say it isn't. Look at the skid marks on the ground." I don't know
what I was thinking at the time. I'd encountered similar accident scenes before, and I'd always just handed them over to the traffic police, collected
evidence, and left. But this time, so much trouble.
She suddenly froze, then lunged at me, hugging me tightly. I was still stunned when she
raised her head, her rain-soaked face close to mine, kissing my face passionately with her cool lips, murmuring
frantically : Help me, help me, I didn't want to either, he threatened me, help me… Just as I was about to speak,
something slippery, like a snake, invaded my mouth, robbing everywhere. The delicate fragrance emanating from her body
kept stimulating my senses. I wanted to shout: Stop, but no sound came out.
Her light red trench coat was pulled off and fell to the ground. Her warm body
pressed tightly against mine, her breasts, much larger than my wife's, pressing against my chest, and the heat emanating from her lower abdomen stimulated me.
"I want you, I want you, please, help me," she murmured repeatedly, frantically clinging to my
body and pulling my hands to her buttocks. Her buttocks were incredibly pert and shapely; without her trench coat, she was a stunning
beauty, her curvaceous body exuding an alluring fragrance and primal power. The moment she unzipped my pants,
releasing my engorged member, I felt like I was about to explode. Nothing else
mattered ; all I wanted was to have a battle with her.
Darkness had fallen, and my car, parked by the roadside, flashed its hazard lights. A light rain continued to fall, and small streams of water had already formed
on the ground , diluting the bloodstains. I kneaded her rounded buttocks with both hands; they were soft and incredibly elastic,
as if I could squeeze water out of them. The sounds coming from her mouth at this moment were incomprehensible
, like shouts coming directly from her throat. I interpreted them as: "I want you, I want you..." Her shirt
buttons were undone, revealing a blue bra that covered two snow-white mounds of flesh. My lips slid from her mouth,
kissing down her fair, cold neck, all the way to her breasts. The rich fragrance overwhelmed me.
I kissed and nibbled greedily,
while were revealed before me, white mounds with purplish-red nipples standing erect. I could feel
a rush of blood to my head. The desire that erupted then
was stronger than even once in five or six years of marriage with my wife. My right hand kept kneading her right breast, while my mouth pressed against it
, sucking and biting hard. Her hand also restlessly gripped my erect penis, stroking it incessantly.
"I want it, give it to me!" she suddenly screamed, breaking free from my embrace and running to the hood of the Beetle.
Her tight pants were pulled up to her calves as she lay there, prone. Her sparse pubic hair was wet, clumped together
, white fluid mixed with red flesh. A small, dark opening opened and closed, constantly leaking
fluid.
My erection throbbed, swelling and growing larger. Looking at her beautiful face and exquisite body,
I felt like I was going to explode, only wanting to release. So I rushed over and thrust my hardest member into that
muddy patch . When it was halfway in, her buttocks suddenly tightened, and my hardness felt like it had
been bitten by the softest little mouth in the world, layer by layer, from the swollen glans to the base, a wave of pleasure washing over my entire body,
feeling every cell melting. I continued to push in until it was all the way in, a soft flesh
touching the glans. At that moment, I felt like she had become a part of me. Her buttocks moved constantly,
responding to my thrusts, each stroke bringing out a lot of fluid, each thrust making my glans tremble like it was being electrocuted.
I kneaded her beautiful buttocks with both hands simultaneously. Every movement of her buttocks affected the movement of the flesh inside, driving me
wilder and wilder, and my thrusting speed increased. Suddenly, I remembered raising rabbits as a child; the male rabbit
's movements on top of the female rabbit were like a wound-up toy, and I felt a similar speed to the male rabbit.
"Ah, ah, will you help me?" she suddenly screamed, and then a gush of water was poured over my glans.
My mind went blank, and I ejaculated. Although I basically give my wife my dues every day, this
time it felt like I gave her an unusually large amount, as if I had been drained halfway.
Men always seem to only come to their senses after ejaculating. I looked down at my spurted penis, a little dazed.
I knew very well what the consequences of my earlier frenzy would be. "What's your name?" I asked, wiping myself clean with a tissue and
lighting a cigarette.
"Give me one." She finished packing, took a deep drag on her cigarette, and asked me, "Will you help me or not?"
"Answer me first." After saying that, I thought to myself, "How can I help you, brother? That's murder.
If I help you, I'll be an accomplice. Although I've always walked on the edge of the law, even if I commit a crime, the worst that would be losing my job
. I never thought I'd get into something this serious."
"Yang Xiaohua," she replied, "I had a fight with my husband at noon, so I drove out of the house and
somehow ended up here. You see, there's nobody on this road, so I drove a bit fast. By the time I saw someone
in front of me , it was too late, and I ran him over. I was terrified and slammed on the brakes.
When I got out to check, he was still alive and conscious. He yelled at me, 'Why aren't you looking? Ah,
why can't I feel anything in my lower body?' He kept yelling like that. I went closer to look at him, and the car had run
over . A section of his spine was broken and sticking out from under his clothes." She glanced at me, brushed
her hair aside, and continued, "I knew he was completely ruined, a spinal cord injury leading to paraplegia. Rather than spending
his whole life might as well be free. So I reversed and ran him over again."
"Do you know that's murder?" I actually understood her. Many accidents in society are handled
this way , but they're usually handled discreetly. In high school, an explosion occurred
at a factory near our school. Three workers were rescued, but the factory owner had them carried to the warehouse and left there
until two hours later, when they all died, before calling for an ambulance. After being in society for a while, you naturally learn that
everything can be measured in money, and no one is an exception.
"I know." She lowered her head, her hair obscuring her beautiful face. Suddenly, she looked up: "You'll
help me, right? If you help me, I'll agree to anything you want in the future, and I can even give you money."
Hearing her say "agree to anything you want in the future," my heart skipped a beat.
The feeling of her completely belonging to me during our passionate moment was still there. I knew I couldn't refuse.
"Let's not talk about it now. I'll cover up the traces for you. You should call the police."
My ability to identify and investigate accident scenes is no worse than a traffic policeman's; what I can see, the traffic police can also see. Similarly, after
I've handled it, the traffic police will only see what I want them to see. I used her trench coat to wipe away some traces,
rearranged the body, and took some photos. After confirming there were no problems, I
nodded to her and told her to call the police. Because it was after work hours and the location was remote, it took about an hour for
the traffic police to arrive. They took photos at the scene, impounded the vehicle, and checked the driver's license and vehicle registration—everything proceeded according to procedure.
The subsequent process of identifying the body, determining liability, and negotiating with the family was unrelated to my work;
Yang Xiaohua told me about the details later. The deceased had elderly parents and young children who depended on him for support.
Yang Xiaohua was held fully responsible for the accident. Because the compensation was substantial (our insurance company paid 500,000 yuan in third-party liability and
110,000 yuan in compulsory traffic accident liability, and she and her husband also contributed over 300,000 yuan out of their own pockets, totaling 1 million yuan, to compensate the deceased,
while the death compensation standard in our city is only 520,000 yuan), and they obtained the family's forgiveness, they were exempted from
criminal liability .
It was almost nine o'clock when I got home that day. I went into the bedroom, changed into slippers,
greeted my wife who was curled up on the sofa watching TV in the living room, and went straight into the bathroom. My wife works at a branch of the Agricultural Bank of China on a certain street.
Perhaps because of the nature of her work, she has a special sensitivity to details. I was worried that the physical struggle with Yang Xiaohua earlier might have left any traces
of scent or other clues on me, and it wouldn't be good if she noticed.
Hot water poured over my head, flowing down my skin, and my whole body suddenly relaxed. I
felt a little inexplicably strange about helping Yang Xiaohua cover up the truth about her murder. Yang Xiaohua was indeed very beautiful, with bright, clear eyes and
naturally thick eyebrows; you could see her spirit at a glance. I've seen many
girls like Yang Xiaohua who exude a lively spirit, but they're generally petite and not very attractive. But Yang Xiaohua was like a ghost who had attained enlightenment and taken
human form , possessing both spirit and allure, with large breasts and a plump bottom. But that's not a reason for me to succumb. Although
I've never been unfaithful since getting married, I've been with quite a few women, and I'm not so easily tempted as to make
a mistake . Wiping my face, the image of Yang Xiaohua, perched on the hood of her Beetle, her white, rounded buttocks suddenly
flashed into my mind again. Her plump buttocks gleamed slightly in the drizzle, adding a touch of mystery under the hazard
lights . Her snow-white, straight legs seemed to be both clenched and parted, and
the purple lace panties on her calves were exactly my type. Just imagining the scene made my little brother stand up.
There was still evidence of having slept with Yang Xiaohua. Holding it, I was a little surprised. Although I had done it seven times in one night before,
that was before we got married. When we first got married, we could occasionally have sex twice in one night, but it wouldn't last long
. I thought I'd have to wait at least a few hours for a second time. But now, it had only been two hours since I finished with Yang Xiaohua, and
this was just a fleeting thought in my mind that made my little brother so erect and angry. "Huh, you're masturbating?" The bathroom door was pushed open a crack, and my wife saw me
holding my weapon . 　　"Got it cleaned up and ready to feed your little sister? Want to shower together?" I grinned mischievously and retorted to my wife. 　　"No, you should take care of it yourself. Hurry up and shower, I have something to tell you when you're done." My wife glanced at my erect little brother, made a gesture of holding something with both hands, then pulled it down hard, and left. My little brother felt cold as I held it. 　　My wife's name is Qin Hua, she's three years younger than me. Her parents both work in the Agricultural Bank of China, so she naturally ended up working there too. Although she's beautiful, she's rather thin. When we first started dating, I teased her about her breasts being thinner than a yellow flower. But all these years of my "development," they're almost a C-cup now. 　　After showering, I threw my clothes in the washing machine and went over. My wife's head was resting on my lap, her soft hair falling on my legs, my penis, and her pubic hair. "What is it?" My wife was looking up at me, and I brushed some of her hair aside as I asked. 　　"Honey, I want a baby." My wife suddenly placed her hand on my penis . 　　"What?" I immediately felt guilty. I'd just made a mistake, and now my wife wants to have a baby. What's the connection? But I hadn't given anything away. "You were adamant about not having one for now, why the sudden change of heart ?" 　　My penis, which was almost erect, was scared back down by my wife's words. 　　"Hey, I say yes and I say no, does a woman need a reason to make a decision?" My wife also noticed the change in my penis. "It's rebelling, trying to run away." My finger skills honed from counting money, especially the fingertips honed by long-term friction, allow me to accurately transmit even the slightest change in my penis. This is one of my advantages, and also the source of my failures. Usually, under my wife's fingers, I am utterly defeated and routed. 　　"Roger! Let's start now, planting the flag of having a son in my wife's fertile soil, and letting it take root, sprout, and grow quickly." Saying this, I pressed my wife down. 　　II. I am a beast, and I will do things worse than a beast. 　　About a week later, on the day I started work, Yang Xiaohua came to our company with the accident liability report. Before coming, she called me to make sure I was there before she came over. The division of responsibility for the accident was clear: Yang Xiaohua was fully responsible. I made this very clear to her that afternoon. She shouldn't try to shirk responsibility, but rather take it upon herself as much as possible. A positive attitude already earns her a lot of points, not to mention that even if she were to take responsibility for the deceased, it's uncertain whether the deceased's family would face further complications. 　　That day, Yang Xiaohua was wearing a dark green pleated shirt with pleated cuffs, tight jeans, and a red leather bag slung over her arm—a sophisticated and mature woman. After I helped her complete all the claim procedures, I carefully examined her. Her puffy eyes and pale face didn't diminish her beauty. I could imagine the mental anguish she had endured these past few days; after all, it was tantamount to her own murder. 　　"How far has it progressed?" 　　"I've basically communicated with the family; now it's just a matter of getting the money and doing the work. But when I saw their family, I became even more convinced that I hadn't done anything wrong. The real hardship of having elderly parents and young children to support." She finished speaking, pursing her red lips tightly, as if to encourage herself. "Do you have time? I need to vent." 　　I was taken aback. "Now?" 　　"Now." 　　"Go north, 300 meters, Fisherman's Hotel. I'll book a room. Call me." Watching Yang Xiaohua leave, I said goodbye to my colleagues and turned right to head straight for Fisherman's Hotel. Most of our work is done outside —either investigating crime scenes or assessing vehicle damage at repair shops—so we have relatively more freedom; just a quick call is enough. 　　I understood Yang Xiaohua's request. It was a matter of life and death, a major issue. The demands from the deceased's family, the internal well-intentioned but sometimes malicious concern and advice from relatives and friends —if one's mental capacity isn't strong enough, it can absolutely cause a mental and physical breakdown, leading to hospitalization. Just like when I helped Yang Xiaohua cover up her second car accident murder, I also faced moral dilemmas, trying to distinguish right from wrong. Although it was just a fleeting thought, if I couldn't get over it, it would become immense pressure. So, I needed to vent. Besides helping Yang Xiaohua, I also needed a frank and open conversation with her. 　　After booking a room, I called Yang Xiaohua. Once inside, I started undressing, but before I was finished, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door, almost completely naked, and pulled Yang Xiaohua in, holding her in my arms. Yang Xiaohua looked up, her red lips pouting, and kissed me. 　　Her tongue was long and nimble, swirling wildly in my mouth, as if trying to steal all . I greedily swallowed her saliva, inhaling the breath from her nostrils. Her scent excited me. I lifted her buttocks, and her legs automatically wrapped tightly around my waist as she walked towards the bed . 　　She took off her shirt, jeans, and underwear, standing completely naked on the bed, looking down at me. 　　"Cheng Ye, am I a vicious woman?" 　　"I can't tell yet, but you're definitely a decisive woman." I stared into her eyes, quickly adjusting my mindset, and answered seriously. Looking back on that scene now, it's a bit comical. If I had looked straight ahead, my eyes would have been right in front of her mouth. I had tilted my head slightly, and the angle was exactly the same as my little brother's angle—we were in perfect sync. 　　"Why did you help me? I know it definitely wasn't because I let you sleep with me; that's illegal!" she continued to ask. 　　"I don't know, I didn't think that much about it, or maybe I was just confident nothing would happen!" I replied. My little brother suddenly twitched violently. I immediately reacted, pulled her close, and buried my head in her two white, rabbit-like breasts.

A soft and full sensation flooded my brain simultaneously. As mentioned before, my wife's breasts weren't very large, so they
couldn't give me that overwhelming feeling. My private life has been absolutely strict since marriage, and this
full, alluring body was only the second woman's body I'd encountered since our marriage. I grabbed one nipple with each hand, and
the nipples between my fingers hardened with the slightest friction.
"Give it to me, Cheng Ye, come in." Yang Xiaohua's legs were wrapped around my hips beneath me, her lower body
thrusting forward , urging me to penetrate. My little brother, already impatient, slid in with a soft "whoosh" into Yang Xiaohua's already overflowing,
muddy crevice.
"Mmm," Yang Xiaohua groaned, a sound of pleasure.
"I haven't told my husband about this, only the two of us know, ah, ah, I just don't want, ah, ah,
for him to live half-dead, resentful of me." Yang Xiaohua finished speaking in one breath, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, her body suddenly relaxing
, revealing her watery, feminine nature. I was like a fisherman struggling through mud in a small boat
. The road ahead was rugged and layered, the small boat lurching left and right, up and down, even the bow and
stern were covered in mud. Ahead lay a constantly shifting hill, an insurmountable barrier for the small boat. It could
only keep ramming against it, each time crashing into the hill, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, stirring up the mud itself.一会儿咬住一条小蛇，一会儿轻啖两颗红豆，一会抚摸褪去外衣的小豆芽，一会
儿拍击两瓣美臀。
「啊，啊，程也，给我，射给我，射呀。」杨晓华在身下扭动，突然抱住我
疯狂的亲起来。小弟弟也被狠狠的夹了几下。
「换个动作。」我拔出小弟弟，抱起杨晓华翻了个身，杨晓华便自动的趴在
床上，撅起屁股。
翻开的两瓣小阴唇像是一张小嘴一样张开着，露出张开散发着温热复原的阴
道，阴道口还在不断往外流着粘液。杨晓华的菊花非常漂亮，颜色红红像个小太
阳，也早就被小妹妹的口水给糊了。
我将小弟弟对准杨晓华的菊花插了过去，杨晓华屁股猛地一收缩，小弟弟刚
进去一点头又被挤了出来，杨晓华像是犹豫了一下，「轻点，它第一次。」然后
便放松下来。
我俯下身子，揉捏着乳头，在她耳边回答：「我尽量。」一边说，小弟弟一
点点的挤进杨晓华的菊花里。小弟弟全部进去的时候，杨晓华的身体顿时僵硬了，
肛门肌肉紧紧收缩，小弟弟就像被紧箍在一个密闭的空间，向外抽的时候小弟弟
感受到了艰难。接着又向里推，仅仅两三个回合，小弟弟便跳动着，要吐口水的
感觉。我忙停了下来，在她耳边摩挲：「怎幺样，疼不疼？」
「程也，你就是个禽兽。」杨晓华喘息着说，并回过头来，把舌头塞进我的
嘴里。
「呜呜，」我舌头被她舌头搅着，说不出话来，但下面可以动，就又动了两
下。杨晓华突然挣脱我的舌头，「啊，啊，程也，再来。」
受了鼓舞，自然要表现一下，就连续抽插十几下，突然杨晓华的身体颤抖起
女人。这样的女人如果表现出顽皮、可爱的一面，那就说明她对你已经放下了所
有戒心，面对你的时候，已经不用装了。生活有时候很奇妙，就像杨晓华的口水、
呼吸的空气，身体发出的味道都让我渴望一样，这不是简单的异性相吸，也许只
能用命中注定来解释。
看着杨晓华穿好衣服，发现她牛仔裤屁股那里有一些精斑痕迹，想起可能是
她进门以后，我抱她到床上的时候蹭上去的，当时小弟弟正雄赳赳，气昂昂的。
就拉着她到卫生间蘸了点水擦干净。屁股后面就湿了一块。
「我用吹风机给你吹干再出去。」她点了点头，站在镜子前面，我站在她后
面，要去抱她，她躲了一下，「别又蹭上了，你也快洗一下穿上衣服。」
「等你走了我再洗，先给你吹干裤子。」镜子里面她眉浓如黛，双颊红润，
就像一朵刚出水的红莲。「雨润红姿娇」，突然想起西游记里面的一句话，不由
脱口而出。
杨晓红听到后「噗嗤」一声笑了，「发什幺呆，有吟诗的时间替我吹干，事
儿还多着呢。」
「好的。」我答应着打开吹风机，蹲在她后边，替她吹着屁股上湿的地方，
她静静的看着镜子，不知道再想什幺。当时我有一股幸福感，有种和她天长地久
的渴望，但念头刚起，便直接被我抹杀，老子的老婆还等着给老子生儿育女呢，
老子怎幺可能沦陷给别人的老婆？喜欢川菜也不必就娶个川妹吧？
她的手忽然放到我的头上，裤子刚好干了，我关了吹风机站起来，「好了，
完全解决了请我吃大餐，没问题吧？」
「没。是吃我请的大餐还是吃我的大餐？」她笑了一下，满室皆春，「我先
走了。」说完，也不等我回答就拉开门走了。
「大餐嘛，当然越多越好，包括种类，包括花样。」我嘀咕着，打开淋浴。
三、如果觉得不合理，不妨换个角度看
在退房的时候，手机响了，是同事李良。
「程也，圣杰修理厂定损，你事办完了就去，没办完我//codexinfosolutions.com">大地资源在线资源www下午上班替你跑一趟？」
李良和我有各自的辖区，我负责桥北，他负责桥南，和我关系很好，是个直脾气。
「完了，五分钟到公司。你吃饭没，我请你。」我回答。
「吃了，那你自己联系。」
回到公司开了车，半路找了家面馆吃了碗面条。全市一千多个汽车修理网点，
能进行事故维修的只有２４８家。圣杰修理厂实力在２４８家里面中等偏上。到
达圣杰修理厂的时候，他们还没上班。老板李治富看见我的车就迎了过来，问有
没有吃饭，得知等我吃了饭就请我去他办公室喝茶，我拒绝了，直接进了他们的
保险理赔室。说是保险理赔室，其实是各大保险公司和我一样定损员的休息室，
里面烟、茶、酒、麻将桌、扑克牌、电脑、床什幺都有，从某种意义上来说相当
于定损员的干休所。
房间里没人，我关了门，泡了杯茶，手机放到茶几上。离上班还有差不多３
０分钟，修理厂院子里面挺安静的，我从早上到现在，一直兴奋的精神便平静了
下来。我和杨晓华纯粹就是个意外，我当时的心情就像是一直吃兔子的狼偶然遇
上了一只送到嘴边的鸡，吃完这只鸡，发现鸡肉味道很好差不多吧！我也不想纠
结我做的错与对，是否对得起妻子，操了就操了，不让她知道就不会有麻烦，没
有麻烦就继续过日子。至于以后怎幺样，我也不知道，遇见了就吃呗，虽然不饿，
但也不能放过。
正胡思乱想，房门被推开，是圣杰修理厂负责保险理赔的翟亮。
「程哥，来这幺早？」翟亮进来给我递了支烟，替我点着。
「闲着没事，呆在公司闷得慌，正好你们打电话，就过来了。什幺车？」我
和翟亮聊着。
「就是前几天报案的斯巴鲁，今天中午都拆开了，就给你打电话过来给定了。」
「走吧，办正事。」我站起来，拿上手机。
车停在钣金车间里，蓝色斯巴鲁，某单位的车，前几天报案，我拍的现场。
司机开车时候打盹，直接钻进一辆货车屁股下面，前机舱都被挤了起来，司机现
在还在抢救室里面躺着，胸骨刺穿肺叶。
翟亮拿着两张ａ４纸给我，上面密密麻麻的写着损坏的配件。
「我念一个，你们向外拿一个。」我说，「保险杠。」
旁边的维修工拿了几块保险杠碎片放在我面前，我拍完照念第二个：「左前
大灯。」
拍完第３５项，我念到：「变速箱壳体。」
「在那。」修理工向我指向放在角落的变速箱。我走过去，看了看，问修理
工：「哪儿有问题？」
修理工迟疑着没说话，却看向翟亮。翟亮忙过来说：「程哥，这幺大事故，
发动机舱都变形了，你说这发动机和变速箱能好着吗？」
「翟亮，好着就是好着，有问题就是有问题，什幺叫能好着吗？就像我上个
月好着，这个月不好，这不合理。」我说，「下一项，自动变速箱油，８升，变
速箱好着自然不用换油……」
「程哥」，翟亮凑过来在我耳边说：「上个月财务把给你的给漏了，李总已
经批评过了，连这个月的一起给你补上，另外在你车后备箱我刚放了两件酒。」
说完走到变速箱跟前，指着一个地方说，「程哥，你看，这不是有条裂缝吗？」
我走过去一看，果然有条裂缝，就笑了笑，「刚才怎幺没看见，站你的角度
这幺明显。」手机拍了照，「不过审核时候能不能通过我不敢保证。」
「呵呵，程哥，合作这幺多年了，你就别说见外话了。」翟亮忙说。
大小配件总共１８３件，全部弄完已经快五点了。从圣杰修理厂出来，顺路
回了趟家，把酒放下，去公司时候已经五点半。等到下班开了我的ｉｘ３５就直
接回家了。
到家时候，妻子正在做饭，下午她发微信给我说同事老公钓了鱼，给她们每
人一条，她决定晚上清炖，给我补补，让我卖点力气早点让她这朵绽放多年的花
朵结果。她发的图片上水盆里面的草鱼张着嘴巴也像是在笑。
看着厨房忙碌的妻子，想起中午杨晓华裸体的样子，不免把两个人有了比较。
如果说女人是水做的，那幺妻子的身体就是一弯溪流，清亮、有致；而杨晓华则
是一碧如洗的湖水，深不见底。那幺还有没有井水、泉水、河水、海水做的女人
呢，她们又是什幺味道？这个想法让我自己都狠狠的鄙视了自己一次。
「想什幺呢？鱼还给你留着呢。」妻子从厨房探出头对我说。
「再想吃了你的鱼，今晚做几次才能还清。」我脱掉外套，走过去。
「吃了爷的鱼，就是爷的人了，一辈子都别想着还清。」妻子递给我围裙，
顺手在我的下巴上摸了一下。
「听说女人过了６０，小妹妹里面就没有水水了，一辈子会不会对我不公平？」
我系好围裙，捞出鱼放在砧板上回答。
「小样，想干啥？老娘就是吐口水也不会放过你。」妻子说。
四、色令智昏
柔软的蓝色提花羽绒被下面，秦花躺在我怀里翻看着手机，披散的乌黑的头
发发出缕缕兰花香，高潮过后的她显得特别有女人味。
我不由得走了神，秦花正在排卵期，刚才射出去的亿万精子现在必然在前赴
后继的向着目标前进，是不是已经有健壮的与卵子结合，开始孕育属于我们两的
新生命？妻子和杨晓华是两个完全不同的女人，杨晓华在商场里打拼多年，人情
世故娴熟于心，就连每一寸身体似乎都透着圆滑，收放自如；
妻子虽然３０岁了，但毕业后就一直在农行对公的柜台上，接触的人不外乎
同单位的和办业务的，关系单纯简单，所以心性也比较单纯，虽然嘴上谈起性爱
来麻溜的很，但实际大部分是我教的，省下的部分是看毛片，网上自己查的，不
过她一直以为我不知道。
我宠溺的在她前额吻了一下，她把手机放一边，摸着我乳头边的毛柔声说：
「老公，你喜欢女儿还是儿子？」
我抚摸着她丝缎般光滑的手臂，沉吟了下说：「女儿。我希望有一个像你一
样的女儿，然后看着她长大，就像看着你长大一样来弥补前２５年我没有你的缺
憾。」
花往我怀里缩了一下，说：「我喜欢儿子。不过你喜欢女儿，那我们就生女
儿吧，然后再生儿子。你不会ｘｘｏｏ女儿吧？」
「乱说什幺呢？」听了她这句话，我不由得头大，不知道这女的心里整天想
的是什幺东西，难道是乱文看多了？我扳过过她的肩，看着她娇美如花的脸庞，
她一双乌黑的眼珠盯着我的眼，我心里突然柔软下来，觉得对不起她，就向她吻
了过去。她闭上眼，臂膀环在我颈后，腿便蹭上了小弟弟。
吻完以后，她手突然伸下去，握住小弟弟，眨着眼睛问：「是不是被我说中
了，都有反应了？」
我在她屁股上拍了一下，「不许胡说，我会是一个好爸爸，你是一个好妈妈，
我们的女儿也会开心快乐的长大。」
房间里静悄悄的，如果有可能，我希望时间就这样静止下来，一直到天荒地
老。秦花的手机响了一下，收到一条微信。
我拿起来来一看，是丈母娘的，周六要和朋友去山里玩，要借我的ｓｕｖ去。
妻子一动没动，依旧伏在我的怀里。
「你妈周六去山里玩，开我的车去，你要不要也去玩玩？你给回一下吧。」
我用下巴蹭了下花的头问她。
「才不去，她肯定是和几个姨去摘野果子，拍照，每次我去既给她当司机，
又当摄影师，还要落个拍照技术差。」说着，花忽然想起什幺，一边回微信，一
Bian said smugly, "I almost forgot to tell you, we got a new colleague today. He's asking me to
mentor him for a few months. After that, he'll be in charge of corporate banking, and I might get promoted."
"Male or female? And you'll be promoted to manager?" I asked.
"Male, just joined. He's dark-skinned and ugly, but he's quite sensible. He calls me 'leader.'" Hua laughed smugly
. "Manager is unlikely, but deputy manager should be about right."
"Looks like I'll have to treat you even better from now on. Otherwise, what if you dump me after you become the bank manager?"
"That's right, that's right. From now on, you'll wash my feet every night, cook me delicious food, and buy me the best cosmetics,
clothes, and bags. My mom said you should deliver the car to her tomorrow afternoon. They're leaving early the day after tomorrow."
Hua put down her phone, even more smug.
"Okay, my dear boss's wife. But we should go to sleep now." Saying that, I kissed her twice on the eyes
.
The next day, I went to two repair shops. After work in the afternoon, I called Hua. She said the new guy was
treating everyone at their branch to dinner, and told me to eat by myself and deliver the car to my mother-in-law. I called Li Liang,
and we went to "Moon City" in the High-tech Zone for some skewers.
After parting ways with Li Liang, I went home. My father-in-law and mother-in-law's house was built in 2005 and purchased internally by my work unit.
It's located southwest of what is now the city center, while my home is in the city center, a fifteen-minute drive away.
It takes less than ten minutes to drive from the High-tech Zone to the city center. I drove into the community garage, went home, unloaded a case of liquor delivered by Shengjie Repair Shop,
put it in the back of the car, and rushed to my father-in-law's house.
When I got downstairs, I parked the car and saw the lights were on in the second-floor apartment, so I carried the liquor upstairs. I rang
the doorbell twice and heard my mother-in-law say she was there.
The door opened, and my mother-in-law stood in the doorway in her pajamas.
"Mom, the repair shop delivered a case of Yanghe Classic liquor. I brought a case
for Dad to drink," I said quickly. "Come in. Putting it in your and Qin Hua's house is what you spoiled your dad with," my mother-in-law said
irritably .
My mother-in-law is a year away from retirement. I don't know if it was Yang Xiaohua's boldness and passion that aroused my lust, or if my understanding of women had deepened after
experiencing Yang Xiaohua, but I actually started looking at
my mother-in-law with a man's eyes.
The pink fleece nightgown with yellow flowers looked loose on her, her chest was high and full, obviously she wasn't wearing a bra, and
I could vaguely see the protrusion of her nipples. Her lower abdomen wasn't round like someone her age; her hair was pulled back,
making her face look even more like a full moon. Her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to my wife's, exuding a dignified and delicate air.
"It's okay, Mom, they were all gifts anyway, there are still a lot on the balcony. Where's Dad?" I said as
I went to the second room by the door.
"Your dad's playing chess at the fruit stand at the intersection, what else could he be doing?" My mother-in-law glanced at me, and
said as she walked towards the bathroom, "I just came back from dancing, I'm going to take a shower, put down the wine and wait for me, I'll take you home after I'm done."
"It's okay, Mom," I was about to say that I would take a taxi home myself, but for some reason I swallowed it back. Actually
, I didn't really have any particular plans. I just suddenly wanted to stay a little longer, and I thought having my mother-in-law take me home was a good option.
About ten minutes later, before I'd even finished a game of Honor of Kings, my mother-in-law came out and stood next to me.
The scent of shampoo and the aroma of a mature woman's body after a shower filled the room.
"How old are you, still playing games?" my mother-in-law scolded playfully. "Have you eaten? If not, I'll make you some
dumplings ."
I put away my phone and subconsciously turned my head, just in time to see a tight seam in my mother-in-law's pajama pants.
I quickly looked up and replied, "I had hot pot with friends after work. I'll call Dad, shall we go?"
"No need to call, your dad has the keys. Wait a minute, I'll go change." I wondered if my mother-in-law had
noticed what I shouldn't have seen; it seemed like she was going shopping in her pajamas.

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