[Urban] Love's Nature (Complete) - 25-27

Chapter 52: Four's Company 8

In a state of passion, his wife's alluring gaze, which should have been a private scene reserved for him alone in the Ning Mansion, was now presented without any concealment to everyone...

Mencius said, "It is better to share joy than to enjoy it alone"—Ning the cook has deeply grasped the essence of this ancient maxim, inadvertently becoming its most Lei Feng-like practitioner. Sharing fruit or a lollipop is nothing compared to his wife sharing joy with others.

And if you were to criticize this as not only morbid but also perverse, Ning the cook would simply laugh it off, because in his view, it all stemmed precisely from his love for his wife.

Whether you understand it or not, the love is there.

If this love had to be described with a single word, it would be "great."

While you might think you're watching a lewd comedy of a cuckold offering his wife to another man, Ning the cook has already seen it as a noble drama of boundless love.

To make her happy! When I married Ning Hui, I made this vow, and now my wife is telling me her joy with her alluring eyes. I can clearly see the flower of desire blooming within her, so vibrant and beautiful under the loving protection of her husband.

Beyond the allure, I've never seen Ning Hui's gaze so passionate—you don't know how beautiful a woman who knows how to express her joy and desire can be. At this moment, my wife's legs are tightly wrapped around her young boyfriend's face; this is the most moving and sensual posture in the body language of sexual intercourse between men and women. A woman surrendered her most secret place, all its secrets, all its tenderness, all its moisture, all its pleasure, to a man's tongue in such an intimate and unreserved way... I saw Ning Hui's face turned to the side, her eyes hazy with intoxication, her burning gaze fixed on me as if trying to melt me, her nostrils flaring, her lips tightly clenched. Ning Hui seemed to be desperately resisting her body's intense reaction, while beneath her, Zeng Beifang was buried in his hands, frantically licking and teasing her, and soon the slurping sounds came from between Ning Hui's legs.

I cannot describe the shock of this vivid scene before me. I suddenly felt my body begin to rise as if I were being lifted into the air. I didn't know where I was. I couldn't even believe that the woman lying there, her body exposed before a man, the flower of desire blooming brilliantly, was my beloved wife—the one I cherished most. And yet, she was opening her vulva, which was meant exclusively for me, right before my eyes, enjoying the oral pleasure of another man…

I am not a woman; I cannot know how much pleasure a man as handsome and talented as Zeng Beifang, so young and vibrant, can bring to a woman in bed—but I am a man, and I know how wonderful it is to make love to a young and beautiful woman.

In fact, human nature is the same for both men and women. The sensory and physical pleasure a handsome man brings to a woman is the same. From Ning Hui's eyes, from her constantly writhing body and her increasingly unrestrained moans, I knew my wife's desire had been fully unleashed. Seeing her enjoying herself so blissfully, I suddenly felt my eyes well up with tears. I realized that being a cuckold, besides the heartache, the lewdness, and the thrill, could also evoke such sacred and moving emotions…

When the world is filled with love, when cuckoldry takes on the name of love, this kind of love can achieve a religious-like sublimation. In my opinion, Jack leaving the hope of survival to Rose after the Titanic sank, holding her hand and telling her she must live before resolutely sinking into the icy sea, was a great love. Ning Hui giving his wife to another man so she could enjoy such blissful pleasure—wasn't that the same?

Seeing my wife making love with another man before my eyes, my blood surged like a thousand horses galloping. I made no attempt to hide my inner trembling. Without seeing it with my own eyes and experiencing it firsthand, you cannot imagine the kind of stimulation and powerful force it was—a poppy-like, poisonous pleasure that almost tore my body to pieces!

If there weren't so many people present, I would have burst into tears. This cuckolding project at the Ning Mansion has gone through so much hardship, and today it has finally reached its milestone—I can finally witness my wife nakedly entwined with another man. I always thought a woman's expression during orgasm was the most beautiful, but actually, the most beautiful expression is when your wife is writhing and yielding beneath another man, looking at you with deep love! Like

Ning Hui right now, my wife.

Looking at the ecstatic and blissful expression on my wife's face, and her delicate and beautiful body twisting and entwining in pleasure, in that instant, I felt all the bitterness of being a cuckold was worth it. As a cuckold, not only do you lose the exclusive right to sex with your wife, but you also have to crawl under the bed, be beaten, be insulted by your lover, fail to steal your own wife, and almost lose your life in a robbery—what does all that matter compared to the pleasure and enjoyment my wife is experiencing?

Ning Hui kept looking at me. The physical pleasure brought by Zeng Beifang's vigorous oral service was clearly expressed on Ning Hui's face. She was also murmuring something from time to time. At this moment, I really wanted to rush over, take her hand, and whisper "I love you, wife" in her ear!

I stared blankly at everything in front of me, almost forgetting that my little Ning Hui was already standing erect!

"Hey, hey, you're so engrossed in your work. The timer has already started."

Zeng Meimei saw that I was staring so intently, so she reached out and pulled down my crotch, then deliberately raised her voice and exclaimed, "Oh, it's already so hard, what are you standing there for?"

I turned around and smiled awkwardly at Zeng Meimei. I saw Zeng Meimei pick up her phone, dial a number, and put it on the bedside table after the call started.

"What are you doing?"

I quickly leaned down, pointed to the phone lying on the table, and whispered in Zeng Meimei's ear, "What the hell are you up to?"

"Hahaha, I called my husband,"

Zeng Meimei whispered in my ear, her voice so low only I could hear, "I've been taking such good care of other people's husbands, I don't want to neglect my own. He'll be so excited if he hears this all live today. Honey, you'd better do your best!" Holy crap,

what an amazing wife! From a cuckold's perspective, marrying a wife like this would undoubtedly make you the happiest cuckold in the world.

Zeng Meimei finished speaking, looked at me intently, chuckled, and then teased me, "Hehe, an hour and a half! If my husband heard that his wife was being fucked by another man for an hour and a half, who knows how much pleasure he'd feel! He'd definitely treat you to dinner!" Holy

crap, I need to get that dinner too! An hour and a half? Do you think I'm a stud or a fuck machine?

Then Zeng Meimei ducked her head, her face slowly moving towards my lower body. She reached out and pulled down my pants, and my already rock-hard penis sprang out. She cupped it in her hands, gave me a seductive smile, and opened her mouth, taking my entire penis inside.

As my penis slid into Zeng Meimei's mouth, I subconsciously glanced at Ning Hui. Although today was the first time I had witnessed my wife's intimacy with another man, it was also the first time Ning Hui had seen her husband with another woman.

Ning Hui's beautiful crescent-shaped eyes were half-closed, making it impossible for me to guess what my wife's expression would be if she saw my penis being sucked by her best friend. I only saw Ning Hui's body suddenly twitch slightly, her buttocks rising, her lower body arching towards Zeng Beifang's face, her breath quickening, murmuring, "Mmm, so good... right there, right there..."

I didn't know if Ning Hui's excited reaction was because Zeng Beifang had just licked an itchy spot on her vulva, or if she was deliberately using a flirtatious gesture towards her boyfriend to show off to her husband.

You can't guess a woman's thoughts, but whatever the reason, my wife's expression at that moment was so charming, it was the most breathtaking sight in the world.

Zeng Meimei's voluptuous mouth practically swallowed my entire penis, her scarlet tongue lightly brushing against the tip of my urethra. From a purely technical standpoint, this girl's oral skills were unparalleled, enough to make me weak in the knees. The sight of my wife enjoying her boyfriend's passionate oral sex gave me a visual and psychological stimulation that surpassed all words—this double impact of sight and touch made my penis, after only a short time in Zeng Meimei's mouth, feel like it was overflowing with semen, the shaft twitching as if it were about to ejaculate. Damn it

, Xiao Ning, can't you be a little more mature? You can't even last an hour and a half? You're really that pathetic!

In a room in a corner of a picturesque small town, a peculiar scene was unfolding: a brother and sister surnamed Zeng were simultaneously performing oral sex on Ning and his wife... While his wife and sister were best friends, the brother treated him like a scoundrel eyeing his girlfriend!

Husband, wife, lover, boyfriend, girlfriend, best friend, brother and sister, rival... Wow, these four relationships can form so many strange combinations, with relationships within relationships and combinations within combinations, making this passionate drama unfolding under the same roof—no, it should be a group of five, if you add Zeng Meimei's husband who is eavesdropping on the other end of the phone—a unique and fascinating spectacle.

After a while, judging from the fact that the guy surnamed Zeng couldn't hold back his erection any longer, coupled with the stimulation from my wife's wonderful oral sex, he lifted his face from between Ning Hui's legs. His face looked like it had been soaked in honey, his mouth covered in glistening honey-like liquid—damn, how much water did you leak, wife?

Look, this guy's face is all wet!

As he lifted his face, he happened to see his sister sucking on my penis with great pleasure. I noticed that the bulge still encased in his tight shorts was sticking up again—I can imagine how shocking it must have been for this guy to see his sister licking a man's penis, especially since the man being licked was the lustful little bastard he always despised. In no time, he ripped off his shorts, and his penis popped out with a thud.

This jump wasn't the main issue; the real problem was that it made Zeng Meimei, who was sucking my cock, restless. Her eyes darted towards her brother's crotch, and I heard her gulp twice, probably swallowing... I immediately felt seriously unbalanced—was God completely blind? Giving this kid a beautiful, smelly body was bad enough, but why did he have to give him such a beautiful thing after already getting all the advantages? —Speaking of which, the thing hanging under this kid's crotch was an incredibly beautiful cock, thick and long, with a full glans. When erect, it resembled a crescent-shaped hook, presenting an incredibly beautiful arc in the air. Even Ning, who had no homosexual feelings, clicked his tongue and made a sound of admiration. Even Zeng, the great hero, lost his composure despite being in front of his own cousin.

I'm not a woman, but from the way Zeng Meimei looked at it, I understood what kind of devastating power this penis had on women—and my wife could be sucked on by such a penis for a full hour at a time, how incredibly pleasurable must it be? Thinking about this, my whole body trembled uncontrollably.

But then again, if my wife's delicate, tender body wasn't matched with such a top-quality, large penis, wouldn't I be a cuckold for nothing, a cuckold for nothing?

Zeng Beifang was aroused by his sister's lewd act of licking a man's penis, while his sister Ning lay sprawled before him, her beautiful body exposed. He was already barely able to contain his excitement, reaching out to firmly embrace Ning Hui's waist, lifting her buttocks slightly towards his body. Then, with one hand holding the beautifully curved hook, he gently rubbed it against my wife's vulva, accompanied by a barely audible "plop" sound—the hook disappeared into my wife's now undoubtedly wet and tender crotch.

Damn, that insertion was so practiced! This guy's penis is already so familiar with my wife's vulva.

Ning Hui was almost caught off guard, or perhaps offered no resistance at all, as her boyfriend's penis was thrust into her. With Zeng Beifang's first thrust after penetration, the boy let out a long, relieved howl. It seemed he'd been holding back his erection for a long time; his penis, hardened half the night by his sister's teasing, was finally inside my wife's vagina, bringing him some relief.

Is it more comfortable for the man who penetrates, or for the woman who is penetrated? That is the question—with this seemingly incomplete penetration, I saw my wife's body tremble, and a moan escaped her lips, accompanied by heavy breathing, "Oh...ah..."

I'd heard my wife's pleasurable moans in this special state countless times, but today was different, filling me with both excitement and heartache, because this soul-stirring moan wasn't from me, but from another man's penis penetrating her.

Back in the day, the dashing Bill Clinton famously argued during his impeachment hearings for his affair with Monica Lewinsky that oral sex wasn't intercourse. So, does this mean that only now has Ning, the "stay-at-home husband," truly become a cuckold, because only now have I truly witnessed my wife being sexually penetrated by another man?

Surely Clinton couldn't possibly exclude penile penetration from intercourse, could he?

The moment Zeng Beifang's beautiful, dazzling penis entered my wife's vagina, my heart pounded like a leaf, threatening to burst. I instinctively gripped Zeng Meimei's hair tightly, signaling her to stop caressing my penis. I feared that even the slightest increase in pressure while she had my penis in her mouth would cause Ning, the "stay-at-home husband," to ejaculate—the sight of his wife being penetrated by another man was truly unbearable for a god!

Only a god could endure it, and only a god of lust, the lust of a cuckold. It means only a god-like cuckold could withstand such stimulation.

Zeng Meimei, a shrewd woman who was naturally prone to cheating on her husband, understood my every body language. Seeing her understandingly and gently pull my penis out, she gave me a knowing smile, meaning her mission was finally accomplished. Zeng

Beifang's thrusts became faster and faster, and as he pumped, he leaned down and bit Ning Hui's lips, giving her a passionate, wet kiss—a wetness unlike any other, as it contained not only Zeng Beifang's saliva but also the fluids from his wife's earlier oral sex. Ning Hui frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist her boyfriend's wild abandon. She opened her mouth and kissed him passionately.

What a lucky guy! He tasted my wife's saliva and vaginal fluids, and now he could even mix them together in her mouth like a roe dewy jelly!

Under her boyfriend's relentless assault from both above and below, Ning Hui was clearly losing control. Her moans grew increasingly erratic, her voice rising and falling like a nightingale's song: "Oh... umm... ahhh... condom... condom..."

Suddenly, I heard the word "condom" barely escaping from Ning Hui's moans. This single word immediately froze Zeng Beifang's vigorous thrusting.

Hahaha, now I understand! It seems my wife suddenly sobered up or something. Her pussy had been sucked for ages before she remembered to ask for a condom!

This proves, on one hand, that alcohol really can cloud judgment, and on the other hand, that Ning Beifang's position in his wife's heart is no joke.

I was instantly moved, and suddenly felt a little sorry for that guy. He'd only just entered the alley, his cock was only just getting pleasurable, and he was already hanging there, neither touching the ground nor the sky—what a mess!

I was just about to see if this guy was scurrying off to find a condom when Zeng Meimei spoke up: "Hey, honey, are you done yet? We're at this point, why are you making me wear a condom? Besides, wearing a condom affects sensitivity. It takes real skill to last an hour without a condom!"

Damn, this girl just goes for it!

Hearing Zeng Meimei's words, Zeng Beifang was momentarily at a loss. Then I saw him looking at Ning Hui with pleading eyes. Ning Hui's eyes were glazed, her breathing was unsteady, and she was still murmuring, "No...no...wear a condom...be...be good."

But her constantly writhing body betrayed her. It was obvious that she was showing her desire and anxiety because Zeng Beifang's penis had suddenly stopped thrusting. In fact, deep down, she didn't want to wear a condom either. Every pervert knows the feeling of having a condom but not having one.

The one who tied the knot must untie it, right? Besides, if Clinton comes up with that twisted logic that penetration with a condom doesn't count as intercourse, I'll really be at a huge loss. So I quickly rolled over, picked up Zeng Meimei, and pinned her down. In no time, I stripped her naked, spread her legs, and thrust my "gun" into her plump cunt, saying seriously, "Damn, fine, no condom, no condom, who's afraid of who? You hear me? No condom, that's real skill!"

After saying that, I deliberately glanced at Ning Hui!

I said this partly to let my wife know that the three rules of the Ning Mansion were temporarily invalid today, and partly to provoke that kid. I knew that Ning Hui couldn't possibly last an hour and a half; that was just Zeng Meimei bragging to her brother. I was more interested in seeing this kid fuck my wife for an hour, or even longer. I wanted to see how many orgasms this beautiful, exceptionally gifted penis could send my wife to!

As soon as I finished speaking, Zeng Meimei giggled, then started shouting without a care in the world, "Honey, look how valiant our Lu Gong is! Wearing a condom is no hero, is it? Ahh...so comfortable, ahhh...you're so amazing, honey!"

I used to have two fears: meetings that lasted more than half an hour and Sister Furong posing like a sadist. Now I have a third fear: Zeng Meimei's crazy energy when she's in the mood!

Sure enough, Zeng Meimei's deliberate provocation made Ning Hui bite her lip and glare at me with her almond-shaped eyes, still breathing heavily as she snorted, "Hmph, fine, I won't wear one then, who's afraid of who!"

Damn, this was originally just men having a little sex contest, but now these women are getting really into it.

A moment later, the sounds of flesh colliding against flesh echoed again from my wife's side. Undoubtedly, Zeng Beifang had resumed thrusting into my wife. Ning Hui's moans and gasps rose in rhythm with his thrusts.

I saw Zeng Beifang take a pillow and place it under Ning Hui's buttocks, then wrap her legs around his waist. This position raised Ning Hui's vulva high, and Zeng Beifang was thrusting almost from above. The pubic hair on her vulva was revealed and concealed with each thrust. My wife's legs wrapped around his waist, combined with the glimpses of her pubic hair during the thrusts, created an incredibly provocative and erotic scene. How the hell could I concentrate on fucking Zeng Meimei?

I kept glancing to the side, and Zeng Meimei noticed. Understandingly, she turned her body slightly towards Ning Hui's bed, allowing me to see the view from the opposite bed without having to turn my head.

Perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps the way that guy surnamed Zeng fucked my wife aroused me, I decided to go all out too. I lifted Zeng Meimei's legs and hoisted them over my shoulders, gripping her plump, smooth thighs with both hands, and began a frenzied, churning thrusting in and out of this girl's cunt.

"Ugh... Ahhhhh..."

Zeng Meimei began to moan softly.

The room was now filled with a wonderful atmosphere. The moans of the two women rose and fell like a singing contest. Ning Hui's moans were heavy and deep, while Zeng Meimei's were high-pitched and coquettish. As one woman finished singing, another softly sang, and the multi-part, melodious harmony was like a captivating auditory carnival.

My forceful thrusting, with Zeng Meimei's legs draped over my shoulders, was undeniably intense, and she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. However, it was incredibly physically demanding, and soon I was panting heavily and drenched in sweat. Zeng Beifang's downward

thrusting seemed to accumulate even more energy. Under this high-intensity, continuous impact, I gradually began to understand the state of my wife's moans. Ning Hui's moans became clearer, shorter, and more powerful—I knew this was usually a sign that my wife's orgasm was imminent.

And only a few minutes had passed since Zeng Beifang began thrusting!

"Ahhh..."

Sure enough, after about half a cigarette's time, Ning Hui's scream suddenly rose higher. I saw my wife's vulva actively thrusting upwards, her legs tightly intertwined, the immense force even causing the muscles on them to bulge and crease...

Then Zeng Beifang naturally observed Ning Hui's intense physical reaction and responded with even more vigorous thrusting...

"Ahhh... I'm coming! Coming—"

Ning Hui's almost frantic screams of her signature orgasm followed, and I then saw Ning Hui's hand tightly gripping the bed sheet—I knew my wife's orgasm tonight, the first orgasm I had ever witnessed my wife experiencing while being penetrated by another man's penis, it was here!

I don't know how my wife's sweet "coming" aroused her boyfriend's reaction. I only know that as the last syllable of "coming" lingered in the air, I was already so weak and powerless that I didn't even know my own name. I just felt an uncontrollable twitching in my penis—in short, arousal. My sperm surged upwards, and even though I quickly tightened my abdomen and lifted my buttocks to try and stop the "tragedy," it was too late. I couldn't hold back my ejaculation, and my countless offspring shot into Zeng Meimei's flower.

Now, Ning, the cook, was in a terrible predicament. What? An hour and a half? That's a huge exaggeration! It wasn't even a ten-minute time! Zeng Meimei was still about two minutes away from orgasm. The girl hadn't even come yet, and you, Ning, had the nerve to deliver the goods?

Damn it, I'm a cuckold! How can I not be aroused when I see my wife orgasming under another man's penis? But this was far too inappropriate, and so unfair to the other woman who was enjoying myself under my penis.

My face flushed red and then white with shame, and I quickly leaned down and whispered in Zeng Meimei's ear, "Sorry, I really didn't mean to. I'm not usually like this."

Unexpectedly, Zeng Meimei gave me a charming smile, a smile that spoke volumes, though her voice was only loud enough for me to hear: "Haha, your wife just had an orgasm, I know you can't handle that kind of stimulation. No wonder you came."

Damn, what an understanding girl. I was immediately moved. Then, subconsciously, I prepared to pull my limp penis out from under Zeng Meimei.

Zeng Meimei reached out and stopped me, saying to me very gently, "No, darling, don't let my brother know you're so pathetic."

I was moved again, and my eyes almost welled up with tears.

Then Zeng Meimei simply lowered her legs off me, letting me continue lying on top of her. My husband, Xiao Ning, naturally also lay limply inside Zeng Meimei's warm, moist vulva.

What followed was a peculiar scene: the two women continued to moan, but my wife was genuinely moaning because the penis inside her was still rock hard, while Zeng Meimei was just pretending to let her brother know how powerful and strong Comrade Lu Gong still was.

Then Zeng Beifang prepared to change positions. He pulled Ning Hui up, lay down flat, and then had Ning Hui sit on top of him with her lower body aligned with his penis.

I know this position; it's called Guanyin sitting on a lotus.

A moment later, Ning Hui began to writhe on Zeng Beifang's body. Zeng Beifang grabbed Ning Hui's breasts, pressing his face against them and sucking on her nipples alternately. When one of her nipples was released from Zeng Beifang's mouth, it appeared unusually firm, glistening with his saliva.

At this moment, Ning Hui's hair cascaded over her shoulders, swaying like waves with her movements against Zeng Beifang's body...

Although my wife and her boyfriend's lovemaking position had changed, Ning Hui's heart-melting moans remained undiminished...

Soon, I heard Ning Hui's moans suddenly quicken—I knew my wife's climax was approaching again.

In an instant, my wife's climax arrived again as expected. I saw her buttocks tremble violently on Zeng Beifang's body before abruptly stopping, her entire body weight pressing heavily against him... The room once again echoed with that captivating moan of "coming"...

Seeing my wife climax again, I was still incredibly excited, but I couldn't get aroused, because my husband, Ning Hui, was already limp and unable to ejaculate!

The two remained in the same position for the rest of the time. After a brief respite, Ning Hui's moans rang out again.

Meanwhile, Zeng Meimei continued to feign moans, maintaining the illusion that I was still virile. This was quite a feat for this seemingly carefree but actually incredibly understanding girl with such a pure and gentle heart.

After a while, I scolded Ning Hui for getting up twice more on Zeng Beifang in the "Guanyin sitting on a lotus" position. I was too embarrassed to continue this hour-and-a-half-long myth, which was just a boast, so I ignored Zeng Meimei's attempts to stop me, pulled my penis out from under her, and said, half-self-deprecatingly and half-happily, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat! Zeng, you're the brave one! Judging by this, you've only been at it for an hour and a half!"

I should have said that, because it only made him more smug, and he gave me a look of victor's disdain for the defeated—which was exactly what I wanted to see. He changed positions again, ready for another big battle, flipped my wife over onto her stomach, and, stroking himself, inserted his penis between Ning Hui's buttocks.

I know this position too, it's called "old man pushing a cart," and by the way, it's my wife's favorite position.

My wife's moans were indeed different, with a touch of seductive allure in their softness...

And the sight of my beloved woman being fucked from behind by a man, almost right under my nose, stirred my body and soul beyond words...

Seeing that I had surrendered, Zeng Meimei didn't yell or berate me this time. She just leaned in and gave me a gentle, comforting kiss before getting up and walking towards Ning Hui and the others...

What was this girl up to?

Seeing Zeng Meimei's naked body, she didn't shy away from meeting her brother's surprised and burning gaze as she approached Ning Hui. She half-squatted down, whispered in Ning Hui's ear, and then came Zeng Meimei's soft call: "Honey, is it good? Is it comfortable? How's my brother? Isn't he amazing?"

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui moaned, wanting to say something but unable to speak.

I don't know what Zeng Meimei's sudden joining meant to Ning Hui, but for her brother, it was undoubtedly an invisible stimulant. At such close range, he could probably see every hair on her body, the veins on her skin, or the lines on her nipples. Zeng Beifang suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts from behind, and the room immediately echoed with the sounds of flesh colliding.

"Ahhh..."

Ning Hui's body began to tremble with the impact, and her moans turned into cries.

"Is it good, honey?"

Zeng Meimei began to bite Ning Hui's earlobe with her teeth. One hand reached out and began to tease Ning Hui's breasts, lingering for a while, then grabbing one nipple and pinching it.

"So...good..."

"Is my brother good?"

"Good...good...ahhh!"

I stared intently at my wife's face, which was now flushed and as beautiful as a flower. I searched my wife's gaze—sometimes it met mine, sometimes it wandered elsewhere, sometimes it was indifferent, and sometimes it was hot and fiery!

“Northern, harder! Faster! Don’t stop until you make your sister Ning reach double digits of orgasm today. Don’t try to show off and say you can do it for another hour!”

Damn, Zeng Meimei’s request hit the nail on the head again. Zeng Beifang didn’t dare to breathe, but just increased the intensity of his thrusting behind Ning Hui.

“No…no…Meimei…don’t…” Ning Hui groaned incoherently, her words somewhat panicked.

“Don’t stop! Northern, don’t stop! Faster!”

Zeng Meimei said as she moved her mouth away from Ning Hui’s ear, sliding it down Ning Hui’s cheek, neck, and chest. Then, she opened her mouth and sucked on one of Ning Hui’s already fully erect nipples.

Damn, I never thought my wife’s nipple could be sucked by another woman. It turns out that my wife’s nipple being sucked by another woman can be so beautiful, so sensual. I feel my penis starting to stir again!

“Ahhh…”

Ning Hui’s moans had clearly changed.

"Coming—"

Ning Hui let out this signature cry with her last bit of strength, then lowered her head and leaned weakly against Zeng Meimei's back...

This time, with Zeng Meimei's assistance, my wife's orgasm was extremely intense.

Now I had something to do too, so I started counting my wife's orgasms!

Six, seven, eight, nine... The following orgasms came almost one after another. Besides Zeng Beifang's vigorous thrusting from behind, Zeng Meimei's perfectly timed teasing from the front was also the reason why my wife's orgasms came so quickly.

Everyone was waiting for the last one. Zeng Meimei quickly whispered something in Ning Hui's ear. As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Hui's whole body twisted, and Zeng Beifang from behind used almost all his last bit of strength to launch one last sprint.

"Ahhh..."

Ning Hui's voice was already a little hoarse, and a large puddle of sticky fluid had already seeped onto the sheets beneath my wife.

Zeng Meimei remained kneeling before Ning Hui, taking turns sucking on Ning Hui's nipples…

The sounds of thrusting, “slap slap slap slap,” were now like a machine gun, a continuous line…

By this time, my penis was fully erect again, my hand on it, just waiting for that final pull of the trigger…

“Ahhh!” Ning Hui’s cries at this moment could almost be described as hoarse and desperate…

Suddenly, Ning Hui’s moans abruptly stopped, and then I saw my wife’s body convulse with maximum tension, her face blooming like a delicate flower from extreme euphoria!

That interruption lasted for a full few seconds; I knew that was the brief state of blurred consciousness that occurs during a woman’s extreme orgasm.

When my wife’s moans returned, they had become

cries of “Husband! Husband! Husband!” that had never been heard before!

This unexpected cry made my heart skip a beat, but before I could even think about it, I silently counted to ten in my mind, and my hand, still on my penis, slammed into the trigger.

Damn, I came again! When my wife reached her tenth orgasm while being penetrated by her younger boyfriend's beautiful penis! ...

I can't really remember when we fell asleep. I only remember that the room was filled with the smell of semen and a woman's vaginal fluids from orgasm that lingered for a long time. I also remember that before I fell asleep, I forced myself to stay awake and asked Zeng Meimei what she had whispered in Ning Hui's ear before her last orgasm. Zeng

Meimei, still half asleep, replied with a smile, "I told Ning Hui that she must call for her husband when she orgasms."

The next morning, while everyone was still sound asleep, Zeng Meimei nudged me awake with her elbow and asked me as if something terrible had happened, "Shouldn't we be at the campsite in that scenic area tonight according to the plan?" It

took me a while to come to my senses. I rubbed my still-closed eyelids and said, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Then get up and come with me right now!"

Zeng Meimei said, sitting up to get dressed.

"What are you up to now, hero?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just get up and come with me!"

Seeing how serious Zeng Daxia's expression was, I had no choice but to immediately get out of bed. As I went out, I glanced at Ning Hui and her boyfriend's bed and saw my wife and her boyfriend cuddling naked, still fast asleep in a sweet dream...

As soon as we left, Zeng Meimei dragged me to the hotel parking garage, opened the trunk of our car, pulled out a tent, and then started rummaging through the toolbox.

Holy crap, this girl actually pulled out a large pair of scissors!

"What are you doing?"

My voice trembled slightly. "Are you... trying to sabotage this or what?"

Zeng Meimei cut two slits in the tent without a word, then said to me, "You're a strong man, so tear it open along these two slits, and then find a brick or something hard!"

I nervously followed Zeng Meimei's instructions and did the two tasks. Then Zeng Meimei gave a new order: "Smash the tent frame!"

Damn, she really was going to sabotage this. I hesitated for a moment, then, with the mindset that even if it was sabotage, I was just an accomplice, I went all out and smashed the perfectly good tent.

Zeng Meimei then inspected our morning's work before finally putting the tent back in the car, satisfied.

The moment I turned around, Zeng Meimei's face changed drastically. She looked at me with a sobbing expression and said, "Hmph, you have to pay for my tent! My husband brought it back from abroad, it's worth over a hundred dollars!"

Damn, I felt a chill run down my spine. I had no idea what this girl was up to. "Are you bullying me? Didn't you tell me to break it? Why do you want me to pay for it now?"

"Tch, are you really stupid or just pretending?"

Zeng Meimei pouted and turned away, ignoring me.

I froze for a moment, but quickly recovered. Damn, this girl is a real genius! I immediately pounced on Zeng Meimei and started kissing her face repeatedly…

In the evening, we arrived safely at the designated campsite for the next scenic area. After unloading our camping gear and opening the two tents, Zeng Meimei exclaimed dramatically, as if it were a serious matter: “Oh dear, what’s my husband doing? The tent’s broken and he didn’t even tell me! I’ll give him a piece of my mind when we get home!”

This immediately stunned Zeng Beifang. He immediately asked very seriously, “So…so how are we going to sleep tonight?”

Then Zeng Meimei calmly replied, making me, who was secretly amused, almost burst out laughing: “There’s no other way. There’s only one tent left. In this desolate wilderness, the four of us will have to make do with sleeping together.” After

saying that, she turned away, leaving her brother staring blankly at the damaged tent for a long time.

Then, taking advantage of Zeng Beifang's inattention, Ning Hui went over to Zeng Meimei's side and whispered, "You acted pretty well, huh? Did you deliberately damage the tent?"

"Hehe,"

Zeng Meimei chuckled dryly and pointed at me, "It has nothing to do with me, I didn't do anything, it's your husband!"

Damn it, I was betrayed so easily.

Ning Hui, of course, understood what was going on and punched Zeng Meimei, "You bastard, I haven't settled the score with you for last night yet, you're so bad!"

Chapter 53: Four People 9

After the National Day holiday, I'll be busy with work for a while, so updates might not be as consistent. I apologize to everyone who cares about this story.

But I will try my best to continue writing this article. Thank you for your support!

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this scenic area, with its beautiful landscapes, rolling mountains, grasslands like mats, lakes like mirrors, cattle and sheep roaming the hillsides, and even opportunities for close interaction with local residents, creating such a dedicated free camping area is absolutely a brilliant and creative move by the scenic area's management. As soon as I pitched my tent and looked up, a magnificent picture of the vast sky, boundless wilderness, and cattle and sheep grazing on the wind-swept grasslands filled my mind. The unobstructed view of the sky above me was like a giant basin, instantly giving me a sense of vastness.

Victor Hugo said that what is more vast than the ocean is the sky… and what is

even more vast than the sky is, of course, Ning Zhufu's (a nickname for

a man who is not a man) heart. Don't criticize me; once you can also let your wife enjoy other men like Ning Zhufu, you can also have such a vast heart.

Hehe.

Next, as is customary, Ning, the cook, will begin his earnest patriotic musings—having spent many years in the tourism industry, I do have some authority on the subject. The beautiful landscapes of our motherland are being utterly ruined under the guise of so-called leapfrog development, characterized by the destruction of the natural environment and the creation of countless miraculous cultural landscapes. If only the local tourism bureau officials had the same level of awareness as these local administrators!

Anyway, back to the point. Since we're camping in the wild today, we'll have to rely on dry rations for food, and I also bought some canned beer. As for whether this beer will have the same effect as last night's guy daring to have sex with his girlfriend in front of Lu Gong, who was eyeing her, I honestly have no idea.

Speaking of which, beer is truly a perfect match for lust, isn't it? Zeng Meimei told me that the guy secretly asked her this morning if Lu Gong saw everything Ning Hui did last night. Zeng Meimei replied yes, but surely you can't expect Lu Gong to close his eyes and pretend to be blind. Zeng Meimei told me that the guy was immediately dumbfounded upon hearing this, looking utterly regretful. He probably regretted his reckless behavior last night after drinking, accidentally exposing his girlfriend completely naked. "

Hahaha, I saw everything! Your girlfriend's figure, her skin, her breasts, her thighs, and her moans...tsk tsk...

But don't be so blunt, Zeng, you saw my girlfriend/sister's naked body to your heart's content, didn't you?"

So what to do tonight? Beer isn't very strong, and it might not be so easy to get this guy drunk so naturally and subtly.

Without alcohol as a catalyst, if this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for four people to sleep together tonight is just going to be a waste of our trip to Java!

I pondered, alcohol is a problem tonight.

Just as we were spreading out a plastic sheet next to the tent and taking out the various dry rations we had bought to prepare dinner, we suddenly saw an old man, who looked to be about sixty years old and dressed as a local resident, rushing towards us.

From afar, you could hear him shouting, "Big brother, big sister, did I just see a car parked over there? Is it yours?"

Sigh, these fellow villagers are so honest and kind. At your age, calling a bunch of older brothers and sisters who are practically your grandchildren—aren't you afraid we'll shorten our lifespans?

"Grandpa, the car is ours, what's wrong?"

I quickly went up to him and greeted him loudly to show respect.

"Can...can you help me?"

The old man approached. In the still-dark light, I could see his dark, purplish face, his lean yet robust body, and his anxious tone.

"Take your time, old man, don't rush. What's wrong?"

"My sheep...my sheep are sick, several of them. The vet is thirty or forty miles away, and he said his motorcycle broke down and he can't come. Could you drive me to pick him up? If the vet doesn't come, I'm afraid my sheep won't survive the night."

The old man wiped the sweat from his brow as he spoke. "My home is over there, very close. My car can get there. I'll pay...I'll pay for the ride!"

The old man pointed in the direction I had come from, then pulled several hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and stuffed them into my hand.

So, a fellow villager had come seeking help. What more needs to be said? These cattle and sheep are the lifeblood of these herders. Everyone has their difficult times. Besides, how many sheep would you have to raise to earn back those few hundred dollars? I quickly pushed the money back to the old man. "No, no, no, sir, I'll drive with you, but we can't take the money. I've been going crazy trying to find an opportunity to be a Good Samaritan all this time. Please give me this chance."

I joked as I picked up my car keys and prepared to hit the road with the old man.

My words eased the old man's brow somewhat. At that moment, Zeng Beifang chimed in, quickly saying, "I'll go too, it'll be good to have someone to look after you on the way."

Ha, this guy was starting to act like a man! But I hesitated, turning to the old man and asking, "Grandpa, isn't it safe leaving those two women here?"

"Safe, safe," the old man replied. "There are campers everywhere here. The scenic area has organized a village safety patrol team, and I'm the deputy captain! It's as safe as your home. Even if you just put your tent here, no one would dare touch it." He

then glanced at the plastic sheet on the ground. "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Why don't you drive these two ladies to my house first? I'll have my wife cook some dishes, and after we've seen the sheep, we can have a couple of drinks together!"

Wow, that's too much! I quickly apologized, saying it was too much trouble.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, elder brother and sister, and disturbed your enjoyment. Come on, come on, don't be so polite. We can't eat this stuff for dinner!"

The old man pointed to the dry rations laid out on the plastic sheet.

The two girls immediately smiled, looking quite happy to have this opportunity to observe the lives of ordinary people.

It was Zeng Meimei who came up with the idea. She asked, "Grandpa, eating is a small matter. Could we take a bath at your place later? Is it convenient? And Grandpa, could you please stop calling us 'Big Brother' and 'Big Sister'? We can't accept that!"

The old man looked at me and Zeng Beifang, then at Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei, and finally at the small tent. He chuckled, as if he understood something, and grinned, "Convenient, convenient! I have a solar water heater. It's settled then. I'll take care of my sheep later, then we'll eat, drink, and then… then take a bath! Come on, Big Brother and Big Sister, oh, no, comrades!"

Damn, the drinking problem was solved so easily, and we even got a hot bath! If the four of us didn't cause some trouble while sleeping in one tent, it would be a real shame for the other, sacrificed tent.

Just thinking about the scene made my husband, Ning Hui, jump excitedly in his pants.

Zeng Beifang and I drove, with the old man leading the way, and successfully picked up the veterinarian. The road was difficult to travel, and the round trip took about two hours. We returned around 8 PM, and it was completely dark.

When we got back, the hostess had already prepared food and drinks; the wine was in a jar and was placed next to the table. The two women, who were also bathing, chatted animatedly with the hostess, who was in her sixties. Her kind face bore the marks of years of tireless labor.

Then the old man took the veterinarian to examine the sheep. While they were there, Zeng Beifang and I took a bath, and then I went to the sheepfold to check on the sheep. Thankfully, the veterinarian said one sheep had caught a cold, which then spread to the others. He gave them injections and medicine, and they were all fine.

The old man was finally relieved and called everyone to sit down for dinner and drinks. The veterinarian wouldn't be going home that night; he planned to stay at the old man's house.

The hostess busied herself getting everyone a bowl, preparing to pour wine.

Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei, completely unaccustomed to this arrangement, were immediately dumbfounded. Moreover, the wine had an unusually pungent odor as soon as it was poured, and the two women quickly held out their hands to block the pour.

"Hehehe, ladies, pour only half. You must finish this half, otherwise you're disrespecting this old man, and I won't try to persuade you anymore. Men, you all have to fill your glasses."

It seemed the old man was quite considerate of the women.

Zeng Beifang, who had initially tried to block the pour, now felt embarrassed to refuse, considering he was a man.

My bowl was also filled; I estimated it to be about three or four ounces of wine. Luckily, with my tolerance, I could handle half a jin of baijiu.

Then, at the old man's suggestion, everyone raised their glasses and took their first sip. Unexpectedly, the moment the liquor entered my mouth, I was hit with a strong, unpleasant smell, followed by a burning sensation that made my whole body feel hot. Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei immediately started coughing and choking, tears welling up in their eyes.

Damn, this liquor is really strong!

The four of us were practically rolling on the floor, while the old man and the veterinarian, both in their forties, drank it down like nothing had happened. City people are used to being pampered, and the difference between them and the working class becomes immediately apparent when they're out in the vastness of nature.

"Grandpa, what kind of liquor is this... cough cough... it's... too strong."

Zeng Meimei was the most outspoken, wiping away tears from her mouth as she asked.

"Hahaha, you young people should drink more of this, it's good liquor."

He then picked up the liquor jar and gestured to us what was inside.

A strangely shaped object caught my eye, and I immediately recognized it as something like a whip!

"Could it be... a sheep's penis?"

I asked deliberately, afraid the others hadn't noticed.

"Hahaha, this young man has good eyesight. Coming here, there's plenty of everything, but plenty of sheep!"

The old man chuckled twice, looked at his wife, and said with a smile, "Whether this wine is good or not, just ask my wife."

Wow, this old man, at least nearing seventy, was so happy talking about how good she was and how good he was, it made me sigh.

His wife didn't blush, but Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei's faces turned bright red. The old man just smiled faintly, revealing a row of not-so-perfect teeth, looking at the old man with the same happy expression.

Where else can you find such vibrant love? This powerful scene completely blows away those melodramatic romance novels by Qiong Yao.

Strangely, Zeng Meimei didn't make a fuss! Even in front of strangers, this girl still knew the proper reserve of a woman, so I started to exclaim, "I can tell, sir, your wine is really good! Come on, everyone, raise your glasses and drink! Drink!"

With me cheering her on like this, the host was naturally happy and urged everyone to drink the pungent mutton penis wine one sip after another.

Then the old man began to tell his story. His name was Ba Zhu, so we'll call him Uncle Ba. He was a Qiang, while his wife was Han. The couple had no children and lived a life of blissful companionship. Their enduring love was said to be as vast and profound as the land itself; otherwise, even with the help of sheep penis wine, they wouldn't have lasted this long.

Uncle Ba proudly declared that he had done two things he was most proud of in his life. One was going to his father-in-law's house. It's said that his father-in-law initially disapproved of his marriage because he was from a minority group, so Uncle Ba simply went to his house, kidnapped his daughter, and eloped. The second was serving in the army.

"Uncle Ba served in the army?"

Ning Hui, who hadn't spoken much at the table, blinked and asked. Her wife, her face flushed from drinking, immediately lit up at the mention of the army.

"Yes, I even participated in the Sino-Indian War! I fought against those Indian soldiers!"

Uncle Ba wiped his mouth, beaming with pride.

"Wow, tell me your battle stories, Uncle Ba! I love hearing them!"

Ning Hui exclaimed—my wife's childlike heroism was incurable; she'd gotten to sleep with Mr. Wang after he'd been pestering her with those stories.

Uncle Ba took a sip of his drink, wiped his mouth again, and proudly declared, "Hahaha, those Indian soldiers were no match for our People's Liberation Army! They were easily defeated; the moment the guns fired, they'd all run away in droves. We couldn't capture them all on the road; I can't even remember how many I've personally taken."

Then Uncle Ba launched into a long, captivating tale of his battles for over half an hour, even having his wife rummage through drawers to bring out his medals for everyone to see.

Good heavens, those were genuine military medals—one second-class merit, one third-class merit! Anyone who's served in the military knows that earning two merits like this during a military career is already quite an achievement.

Everyone listened intently, with Ning Hui being the most engrossed. Her face was flushed from drinking earlier, and now her hands were red from clapping so much while listening to Uncle Ba's stories.

Soon, the drinking reached its peak, and Zeng Beifang and I emptied our bowls. Uncle Ba called to the hostess to refill our bowls, but I quickly waved my hand and preemptively said, "I really can't drink anymore, Uncle Ba. I still have to drive the car over later, I can't drink anymore, he's young."

I pointed to Zeng Beifang next to me, "Look how healthy he is, he can drink a little more with Uncle Ba."

Zeng Beifang was caught off guard by my outburst and had no way to argue. This young man was straightforward and didn't want to refuse, so in the ensuing shoving, he ended up having most of his bowl poured over. Once the wine was in the bowl, it had to go down. I, watching Zeng Beifang's distressed and helpless expression, couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

Then came the casual chatter. Uncle Ba mentioned his sheep, saying he used to raise several hundred, but now that he's old, he can't manage them all and only has a little over a hundred left. I casually asked, "It's clear Uncle Ba has a deep affection for his sheep, having spent his whole life with them. You were so worried when one of them got sick. I'm wondering, with so many tourists camping here, why did Uncle Ba only come here for help?"

"Haha, it's fate, isn't it? Besides, I have good eyesight; I could tell at a glance that these young people are all like Lei Feng, always ready to help others."

Wow, Uncle Ba knows all sorts of slang, yet he blurted out words like "what the heck," quite fashionable indeed. Uncle Ba is certainly worldly-wise; it seems the spring breeze of reform has already reached this corner of the world.

“Hehehe, Uncle Ba,”

Zeng Meimei chimed in, “You say you have good eyesight, then look at the four of us, which two are a couple?”

Finally, this girl couldn’t hold back any longer and started making a scene!

Since everyone hadn’t deliberately chosen their seats for the meal, and the table was a square table, Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei sat on one side, while Zeng Beifang and I sat opposite them, so it was impossible to tell from the seating arrangement.

“Hahaha, little girl, you know how to test people, this is really hard to guess. Let me think.”

Uncle Ba pondered for a moment, then pointed at Zeng Beifang, then at Ning Hui, and grinned: “These two are a couple, right? A handsome man and a beautiful woman, you can tell just by looking at them, they’re a perfect match!”

“Hehehe,”

Zeng Meimei’s face turned bright red, and she knew how to exclaim: “Uncle Ba has good eyesight! Come, Uncle Ba, let me toast you!”

Then I saw Ning Hui nudge Zeng Meimei with her elbow in annoyance.

This lamb penis wine feast was truly enjoyable thanks to the hospitable and amusing Uncle Ba. I glanced at the time and realized it was past ten o'clock; it was about time to leave. This unexpected lamb penis wine was just an appetizer, the real show was about to begin in the tent, and it wouldn't be fun if all the main characters got drunk.

We got up to say goodbye. When Zeng Beifang came out, even with Ning Hui supporting him, he was still a little unsteady on his feet.

Uncle Ba saw us to the door, and then said something that really shocked me: "The four of you are sleeping in such a small tent. If you find it too cramped, come to my house to sleep." He

then grinned.

Damn, I understood Uncle Ba's grin immediately. He wasn't saying we could sleep at his house; he really meant four people crammed into one tent! Even as a worldly man, Uncle Ba didn't forget to make a good joke on these four happy young people before leaving.

Back in the tent, the two women very dutifully busied themselves making the beds. Zeng Meimei brought all the bedding they could think of—mattresses, blankets, pillows, and so on. This place is at a certain altitude, and even though it's summer, it cools down very quickly at night. The night wind combined with the chill from the alcohol made it feel quite cold.

We quickly settled down. This standard tent, meant for two people, was crammed with four. People were squeezed arm in arm, leg in leg, and men and women were mixed together. Plus, the women had made the bed so warm and comfortable that I immediately felt an indescribable sense of comfort when I lay down.

Since Lu Gong was so comfortable, what reason did the other three have not to be?

We lay side by side, the order obvious: Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei in the middle, and Zeng Beifang and I each lay on either side of them.

While everyone was distracted, Zeng Meimei repeated what she did yesterday: she turned on her phone, dialed a number, and discreetly placed it next to my pillow!

I know what this girl is doing; tonight's live broadcast will make her cuckolded pimp very happy.

Sigh, that cuckolded turtle guy is incredibly lucky to have married this girl!

Speaking of which, the foreign tent Zeng Meimei's husband bought with his knife-wheel design is truly amazing; it even has a skylight in the roof, allowing for ventilation and a view of the boundless night sky.

The night sky is now dotted with stars, their silvery light streaming in through the skylight. Outside, the occasional chirping of insects and croaking of frogs, the gentle breeze, and the presence of beautiful women embracing the men, while the women are attended to by handsome men or sophisticated intellectuals, plus Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine is slowly taking effect—the scene is simply breathtaking. How could these four happy young people not instantly feel intoxicated, their spirits lifted even without the wine?

"Wow, a shooting star!"

Zeng Meimei exclaimed as a bright light streaked across the sky.

"Wow, another one!"

Yes, it was Zeng Meimei's exclamation again.

Wow, you could count shooting stars all morning and still not finish! But this reminds me of my childhood, sitting in the courtyard at home, gazing up at the night sky and counting shooting stars one by one.

It's so beautiful! I couldn't help but marvel. When did we, so busy in the city, forget that we could be so close to the sky? Have we really lost the time to experience the joy of counting shooting stars?

"Mmm, so beautiful."

Ning Hui suddenly exclaimed with particular sentimentality.

See, my wife understands me best! This is what you call a harmonious marriage, a meeting of minds.

"Yes, so beautiful!"

At this moment, I had to express myself, to spout a few lines, otherwise how could I claim to be a seasoned artsy youth? So I began to recite in a poetic manner: "The beauty of a shooting star lies in its brevity; it is a spirit of the night sky, a messenger of dreams. Shooting stars beautify the night sky, and I use such a starry sky to decorate my dreams..."

This Ning Hui's artistic talent is no joke; these few lines were impromptu, a fitting piece for the occasion, and they actually sounded quite good. I thought my wife would at least offer some praise, like, "Wow, Comrade Lu Gong, you're so talented!" or something like that

.

Unexpectedly, Ning Hui did speak up, but it was like this: "Comrade Lu Gong, when I said 'so beautiful,' I was referring to Uncle Ba and his wife's love."

Oh my god, I was immediately speechless, almost fainting.

"Giggle giggle," Zeng Meimei immediately burst into carefree laughter, her buttocks shaking.

The moment those words about love and indifference left her lips, the atmosphere in the tent instantly became ambiguous and lewd.

The men were easy enough; Zeng Beifang and I stripped down to our underwear and lay down. Ning Hui, at Zeng Meimei's urging, also changed into that practically naked, irresistibly alluring camisole nightgown.

Zeng Meimei, that girl, was even more audacious;

she stripped completely naked and slipped under the covers. Once under the covers, she clung to me like an eel, her body still radiating the warmth of alcohol, hot, soft, and slippery against me. Naturally, I readily accepted, embracing her voluptuous and alluring naked body. Zeng Meimei leaned against me, and my arms, which were wrapped around her waist and shoulders, hung naturally in front of her. This girl didn't hold back, grabbing my hands and kneading her ample breasts.

At the same time, Zeng Beifang wasn't behaving himself behind Ning Hui either. Ning Hui was lying face-to-face with Zeng Meimei, and Zeng Beifang, in the same position as me, held Ning Hui in his arms, his hands also reaching for her chest. At first, Ning Hui hesitated and pushed me away, but seeing my hands already roaming over Zeng Meimei's breasts, she allowed her boyfriend's hands to roam over her own. Then I saw Zeng Beifang's hands slip inside Ning Hui's nightgown, and his wife's two full breasts were grabbed by a man's large hands and vigorously kneaded with desire. While Zeng Beifang was busy with his hands, he also licked Ning Hui's earlobe and neck, causing Ning Hui to blush and moan softly. She couldn't help but turn her head and kiss Zeng Beifang's tongue passionately.

In the dim light of the tent, I could still see that Zeng Beifang's eyes were like a wolf's. His hands kneading Ning Hui's breasts and his lips sucking on her lips were strong and forceful. It seemed that Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine was really effective. This kid had completely forgotten his regretful state that morning and his current blissful state.

Then, I saw Zeng Beifang's hand leave Ning Hui's breasts and reach down to her lower body. Ning Hui immediately arched her body as if she had been electrocuted, her buttocks arched, and one of her fair legs was slightly raised in the air. Then, it was obvious that Zeng Beifang inserted his penis into his wife's vagina from behind.

There was another soft splash, like a stone being dropped into water, followed by

a long, soft moan from Ning Hui. Just

like the cry of "coming!" during an orgasm, she always let out this soft sigh when her man's penis first entered her. The feeling of her wet, tender vagina suddenly being filled by a man's cock must be indescribably wonderful for any woman.

Besides, that penis was so beautiful and powerful—last night it had brought her to ten orgasms that would make any woman feel like she was in heaven!

Despite the dim light, my gaze greedily searched for every detail of my wife's pleasurable reactions as her boyfriend's penis penetrated her: how her eyes glazed over, how her brows furrowed, how her breaths gurgled, how her lips parted slightly, how her nipples trembled… Since the battle had advanced to an incredibly close distance compared to yesterday, I could see all these details clearly. I could almost reach out and touch these details that made my blood boil and my animalistic instincts surge…

I almost reached out, but I restrained myself at the last moment. Although Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine was already miraculous, I still didn't have the confidence that it could be so miraculous that Zeng Beifang couldn't even distinguish Comrade Lu Gong's groping hands. If I reached out, the passionate lovemaking scene of my wife being fucked by her boyfriend would turn into a farce of two men fighting, which would be too much of a loss.

It seems that Zeng's bottom line regarding Comrade Lu Gong is that he can only look but not touch. I'll just look—you don't know how incredibly stimulating it is for a cuckold to watch his wife being fucked by another man at such close range.

Zeng, please fuck my wife beautifully, make her feel great, make her the happiest and most sexually fulfilled woman in the world. If you fuck her to 10 orgasms, I guarantee I'll contact Uncle Ba and treat you to a bottle of lamb penis wine. If I really can't take it anymore and bleed, I definitely won't ask you for medical bills.

Then, amazingly, Zeng Beifang seemed to understand my thoughts, and the speed of his thrusts behind Ning Hui suddenly increased. My wife's body was pushed against Zeng Meimei's body by Zeng Beifang's penis. Luckily, I can't touch her, but I can touch her sister however I want. Just like yesterday, Zeng Meimei very readily put her hands around Ning Hui's breasts.

"Ahhhhh..."

Ning Hui's moans, which had been muffled in her throat, finally came out clearly.

My wife's face was flushed, her whole body red. It was hard to tell how much of that redness was from Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine and how much from her boyfriend's penis thrusting in and out. Ning Hui moaned as she gripped the pillow tightly, her body as soft as cotton, her buttocks trembling violently with the thrusting of Zeng Beifang's penis. She was almost oblivious to the immense impact and pleasure that her boyfriend's penis was bringing to her body...

Since I couldn't touch my wife who was being fucked by her boyfriend, I decided to do my job. I continued to rub Zeng Meimei's large breasts. I was particularly puzzled by the two nipples on this girl's chest, which were as big as flashlight bulbs. I stretched out two fingers and pinched them, twisting them in a telegraphic rhythm. As a result, Zeng Meimei's moans also began to come out in a very seductive rhythm, like the ticking of a telegram.

A moment later, just as I was feeling like I hadn't quite finished sending the telegram, Zeng Meimei reached out and pulled my hand down.

Hahaha, I got it, let's send the telegram somewhere else. It seems there are still parts of this girl's body that are aroused by Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine and the sight of her brother and my wife's eroticism. So I reached down to touch Zeng Meimei's lower body. The moment my fingers touched her plump vulva, a fierce flood engulfed my five fingers.

Damn, what level of flood is this, hero?

What am I waiting for? Do you think I'm immune to Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine? Besides, right now my wife's cunt is sucking on my little boyfriend's penis, and my little Ning, the stay-at-home husband, is already standing erect. I quickly pulled down my underwear, holding my penis, ready to thrust it into Zeng Meimei's already dripping wet cunt.

Unexpectedly, Zeng Meimei made a shocking move. Instead of letting my penis penetrate smoothly, she flipped over, turned her head upside down, and buried her face in Ning Hui's crotch! Holy crap

, what's going on? Where is she going, hero? To my wife's pussy or your brother's penis?

What I saw next almost made me vomit blood from my nose. Zeng Meimei lowered her head, burying her face in the juncture of her brother's penis and my wife's vagina, and then stuck out her tongue to lick Ning Hui's open clitoris. While licking, she also quickly twisted her fingers on my wife's clitoris.

"Ah!"

Ning Hui was startled by Zeng Meimei's sudden attack and almost let out a long, trembling scream. I saw my wife's hands, which had been gripping the sheets, almost lifting them off the bed. Her body was trembling and convulsing like a flower branch!

This was too exciting! I thought that as a cuckold, I would only be cuckolded by my lover, but I never expected to be cuckolded by my wife. Before tonight, Zeng Meimei and my wife's kisses, licking each other's lips, touching her breasts, sucking on her nipples, and such were just some peripheral acts of intimacy. Now, this was going straight to the real thing. Didn't you know that the clitoris is a sexual organ, Zeng Meimei?

The moment those genitals touched, it was a foregone conclusion that I'd be cuckolded!

All that Clinton-style sophistry about oral sex not being intercourse was just fluff!

Zeng Beifang clearly hadn't seen anything like this before. His sister's unrestrained actions had him practically drooling with excitement, and all he could do was frantically thrust his cock inside my wife's cunt to release his pent-up arousal.

Suddenly, I saw Zeng Beifang shudder, his expression strange, holding his breath tightly. I quickly peered down at my wife's crotch!

Good heavens! I knew this girl's tongue couldn't be so innocent. While licking my wife's clitoris, it was also intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her brother's dangling testicles, and even brushing against the exposed shaft of that beautiful cock as it was constantly being pulled in and out!

Holy crap! This girl's true intentions weren't just for show! I'd

always thought she was slutty, but I never imagined she was this slutty, using such a method to provoke her own brother.

I could no longer stand by and do nothing. I felt every cell in my body was about to explode. I quickly parted the legs of this lewd woman, ignoring whether my wife's gaze was resentful or excited, and buried my face in Zeng Meimei's already overflowing vulva. I opened my mouth, almost suffocating, and pressed it tightly against Zeng Meimei's greasy cunt, frantically licking.

"Ahhh!"

Zeng Meimei's shrill moans almost pierced the night sky. Her legs tightly clamped my face, her body twisting violently. Then, I felt a choking sensation as if a viscous liquid had been poured into my open mouth.

This girl was actually spraying a stream of vaginal fluid into my mouth, having orgasmed in my mouth!

Damn, the taste even had a hint of the pungent smell of mutton penis wine!

Zeng Meimei's constant stimulation of Ning Hui's clitoris with her mouth had an uncontrollable effect, coupled with Zeng Beifang's almost frenzied thrusting. Just as Zeng Meimei was about to ejaculate in my mouth, my wife's moans of pleasure rang in my ears...

These two women, one my beloved wife, and the other my wife's best friend who conquered her with her unparalleled fussiness and seductive charm, both reached the peak of pleasure in this lewd and peculiar way.

The intense reactions of the two women subsided slightly, but no one seemed to want to stop enjoying this beautiful spring scenery. It seemed that everyone's excitement was just beginning!

Hurrah! Uncle Ba's mutton whip wine!

Seeing my wife being brought to orgasm again by her boyfriend, I finally managed to hold back my ejaculation. A man should be self-reliant, and I had to wash away the shame of losing the fucking contest early last night. So, without saying a word, I pulled Zeng Meimei up and made her lie on her side facing Ning Hui. I raised my gun and thrust it into Zeng Meimei's vagina from behind with great passion!

Zeng Beifang still hadn't ejaculated. He was clearly very familiar with my wife's physical reactions, controlling the rhythm of his thrusts. Ning Hui's climax had just passed, and I saw him thrusting from behind, gradually increasing the frequency and force.

Zeng Meimei gestured for me to move forward a bit while thrusting from behind, so she could be closer to Ning Hui's body. So, I saw Zeng Meimei press her body against Ning Hui, tightly embracing her, and their two wet, luscious lips met in a kiss.

At this moment, my wife's desire was completely aroused, and she and Zeng Meimei kissed wildly, their tongues entwined in a frenzied embrace!

And Zeng Beifang and I were doing the same thing men must do at this moment: desperately thrusting into our girlfriends, bringing pleasure to these two beautiful sisters, making them feel good, leading them back to that paradise of happiness! For

the first time since the trip began, Zeng Beifang and Comrade Lu Gong were in perfect sync!

This synchronization gave me a glimpse of the beautiful future of a loving husband and a wife-cuckold living together harmoniously.

"Mmm, ahhh,"

despite the two women still kissing passionately, moans still escaped their lips.

One breath was deep and heavy, the other high-pitched and soft, both so alluring and seductive!

Suddenly, I felt Zeng Meimei's hand grab my hand and quietly slide it towards Ning Hui's body. As it slid, she deliberately blocked her brother's view.

I immediately understood what this girl was up to!

Taking advantage of the moment when that Zeng guy wasn't paying attention, Zeng Meimei pulled my hand and secretly tickled Ning Hui's lower nipple!

Damn, touching her own wife's nipple in such a sneaky way, but this was actually quite exciting, because at this moment I was touching my wife like someone else's girlfriend, while her boyfriend's penis was vigorously thrusting into her from behind!

My wife's nipples were already swollen and erect. I quickly flicked them with my fingers. The scene was incredibly tense. If Zeng wasn't careful, he would have seen Lu Gong's groping hand on his girlfriend.

"Ah!"

Ning Hui, of course, was very familiar with the feel of her husband's touch. She immediately cried out in a distorted voice, her voice revealing panic and an uncontrollable excitement.

This series of surprise attacks had made my wife's body uncontrollably excited.

Zeng Beifang, of course, thought the sound was from his penis thrusting in and out, so he continued to thrust rapidly from behind!

"Ahhh! Husband, husband!"

This time, Ning Hui's cries were completely unrestrained. Of course, "husband" was for me to hear.

While glancing at Zeng Beifang's eyes, I quickly flicked my wife's nipples, and at the same time, I didn't forget to continue thrusting my penis, which was still inside Zeng Meimei's vagina.

Damn, what kind of skill is this!

A moment later, I felt Ning Hui's body begin to spasm, her hands tightly gripping the hand that was pinching her nipple. Then, the sound of "coming" floated out of my wife's throat again.

"Oh!"

Zeng Beifang also sighed, and with a violent thrusting motion, he finally reached the paradise of pleasure with his girlfriend.

If whether this guy really ejaculated inside my wife last night was still a mystery, this time I finally saw it clearly. This guy really did ejaculate inside my wife's vagina without a condom. After he finished, I saw him lying on top of my wife, panting with great satisfaction.

Damn, you can even catch your breath now! I

haven't ejaculated yet, and a man should be strong. If I'm not strong now, when will I be? So I released Ning Hui's nipple and turned back to focus on fucking Zeng Meimei's vagina. I wanted to show this guy how I could also make his sister reach multiple orgasms.

I don't know if it's because Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine is really my cup of tea, but I was incredibly vigorous at that moment. No matter how I thrust in and out of Zeng Meimei's cunt, I couldn't ejaculate. I kept making her tremble and moan, her cries of "husband, please!" filling her cunt with pleasure. I made her climax three times before I pulled the trigger, finally releasing all my semen into Zeng Meimei's burning flower.

Afterwards, I hummed a little tune, "A Man Should Be Self-Reliant." Before I could even finish the song, Zeng Beifang's snoring started.

Damn it, my performance of "A Man Should Be Self-Reliant" was a complete waste.

I immediately realized that this guy hadn't lost to Lu Gong, but to Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine!

I felt a pang of disappointment and was just about to call it a night when Zeng Meimei leaned close to my ear and pointed at Zeng Beifang, who was fast asleep beside me: "Haven't you always wanted to steal your wife? Now's the time to do it!"

Damn, how come I didn't think of that? I glanced at Ning Hui; my wife also looked half-asleep.

"But...I just ejaculated?"

I muttered, looking at my limp penis, feeling troubled.

Then Zeng Meimei gave me a seductive smile, leaned down towards me, and shamelessly took my penis, which had just been inside her, into her mouth and began licking it.

A moment later, as I watched my wife's white, naked body glistening in the sunlight streaming through the tent's skylight, my penis, under Zeng Meimei's vigorous oral stimulation, became erect again.

Then I leaned over to Ning Hui, grabbed her smooth body, turned her to face Zeng Beifang with her back to me, and reached down to touch her lower body. Even though Ning Hui had wiped herself with paper earlier, it was still sticky and slippery to the touch. In the blink of an eye, before the already drowsy Ning Hui could react, I easily found my wife's vulva, raised my penis which had been licked hard by Zeng Meimei, and thrust it in!

Hahahaha, I got it, I finally got it! I finally got to steal from my own wife, right next to her little boyfriend! This

sneaky entry brought me a blissful feeling after all the hardship! After entering, Little Ning, the stay-at-home husband, immediately and smugly moved a couple of times inside his wife's vulva, which had just been filled by her little boyfriend.

This sudden movement caused Ning Hui's face to turn pale. She bit her lip, looking as if she was about to cry out but dared not, appearing incredibly pitiful and adorable!

(12-04

Chapter 54, The End of the Four-Person Trip, Part 10)

Having sex with the woman you love is all about physical and mental pleasure, but I never imagined that having sex with my wife could be so exciting beyond that. From now on, if anyone tries to spout that nonsense about "it's better to steal than to steal," I'll fight them. Of course, the prerequisite for stealing a wife is that she must first become someone else's girlfriend. If you can accept that—you have to give before you take, that's the way life is—you'll understand what it means to have the most beautiful scenery at the most dangerous peak, and to see a rainbow after the storm. You'll realize that stealing is far more satisfying than not stealing.

Ning Hui's hand tightly gripped mine, which was now wrapped around her chest. That hand greedily caressed her beautiful breasts, which were even more erect with excitement. My other hand was kneading my wife's round, smooth buttocks, while my penis thrust in and out vigorously. My impatient, monkey-like movements made me look like I hadn't tasted meat in three days—I've been sleeping like a lecherous old man these past few days, with the beautiful Zeng always by my side, night after night, but why do I still have such a strong craving for women now? Is my wife's familiar body filled with a lustful desire like a beast?

You won't understand unless you go through the arduous process of giving your wife to another man and then stealing her back.

Moreover, this kind of stealing is not only surreal—you think you're stealing your wife, but you're actually stealing someone else's girlfriend. Okay, you thought you were stealing someone else's girlfriend, but it turns out you're stealing your own real wife—haha, isn't that magical enough?

I never understood why Gabriel García Márquez's *One Hundred Years of Solitude* was called magical realism, but now I understand.

I'll write a magical realism book someday, called *The Story of Ning the Stealing Wife*. And the best part is, when have you ever seen a wife who doesn't dare make a sound during sex?

Ning Hui's body was contorted, gripping my hand tightly, desperately trying to keep quiet. Her husband's penis was secretly sucking her vagina from behind, while her boyfriend was sleeping right in front of her. What was a respectable woman like my wife, who had never experienced anything like this, supposed to do? If she screamed and woke her boyfriend, it would be a disaster. Whom her husband and boyfriend would side with was a minor issue; it would ruin Ning the Stealing Wife's grand plan, leaving him with nothing but trouble. All his hard work would have been for nothing.

So, caught off guard by Ning's sneak attack, no matter how excitedly Ning thrust behind her, Ning Hui could only tightly hold my hand, biting her lip so hard she dared not make a sound.

The more silent my wife became, the more excited Ning became, as if injected with adrenaline, thrusting even more violently inside her already slippery vagina. Then, I suddenly realized that the sticky substance beneath my wife was the semen from another man's recent penetration—meaning Ning, on the front lines, had intensely come into contact with and rubbed against her lover's semen.

All of this was happening inside my wife's vagina, where my penis was being held, yet it smelled of her lover's semen.

Okay, I'm a pervert, I admit I was shamefully excited at that moment.

The lover slept soundly beside my wife, while her body was filled with his presence; this eerie and powerful presence of the lover instantly annihilated any adulterer like Ning.

The intense stimulation from thrusting into my wife's cunt, which reeked of adultery, combined with the overwhelming psychological stimulation, sent waves of semen surging through my penis. An indescribable euphoria washed over me.

I pressed myself tightly against the flawless, beautiful bare back my wife had left me, pushing my body to its limit to resist the waves of uncontrollable ejaculation from my little Ning. Ning Hui's snowy buttocks writhed gently, from their unintentional squirming to now responding to my thrusts. I could even feel her buttocks actively grinding against my penis.

Hahaha, wife, oh wife, you say stealing is exciting, but isn't being stolen exciting too? Being openly and secretly penetrated by two penises, the aroused response in my wife's body answered everything.

The question is, is stealing more pleasurable, or being stolen more pleasurable? That is the question.

Having overcome my intense urge to ejaculate, I gradually controlled it with my wife's cooperation. While inhaling the scent of her lover, Ning Hui slowly thrust into her tender vagina, blissfully enjoying the pleasure of stealing her husband…

Suddenly, Ning Hui stopped grinding her hips, reached around to my thigh, and pinched me hard. At first, I thought she was about to climax, so I quickened my thrusting. But Ning Hui kept pinching, even harder. Then I realized she was telling me to stop!

What was going on? Had I woken her boyfriend?

I quickly stopped all movement, held my breath, and peeked over there. I saw that guy surnamed Zeng's eyelids twitch, he smacked his lips twice, and his body, which had been lying flat, now turned to face Ning Hui.

Fortunately, it seems that the effects of my wife's excessive partying and the lingering effects of Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine are still present, so the kid hasn't woken up. But now, the scene is even more exciting than before, with the kid and my wife now staring at each other wide-eyed.

Ning Hui remained still, barely daring to breathe. I could feel her heart pounding as I touched her chest. It seemed that only after confirming her boyfriend was still sound asleep did Ning Hui turn to me, looking at me pleadingly and shaking her head.

Heh, my wife meant she was afraid of waking him up and wanted me to stop.

I shook my head back, a smug look on my face, meaning no way! I'd worked so hard to steal this, and I hadn't even had my fill. Asking me to stop now would be a death sentence for Ning Hui.

Besides, because I'd been in the same position, my body was getting a little sore, so I shifted around to loosen up. But when I moved, I touched something sticky on the inside of her thigh near her buttocks. A jolt went through me, and I quickly reached down and touched it, then smelled it. Hahaha, I knew it all too well! It was the fluid flowing from my wife's vagina.

Seeing my wife shake her head, I grinned slyly. The fact that my hand was covered in her juices meant her body had already betrayed her. Heh, even the juices were flowing out! Why do women always express the opposite of what they mean?

Whether it's more enjoyable to steal or be stolen from, that's no longer a question.

So I held my hand, covered in my wife's juices, to her nose and whispered in Ning Hui's ear, "The juices are flowing out, and you're still shaking your head!"

Hearing this, Ning Hui immediately turned pale with fright, quickly covering my mouth with her hand. She glanced at her boyfriend, nervously signaling me to be quiet.

Well, I could keep quiet, but I couldn't control what my little Ning husband was doing. I saw my little Ning husband, who had just rested, resume thrusting into my wife's vagina with renewed vigor.

With another thrust, the momentum transferred out instantly transformed into the twisting and spasms of my wife's body, and rhythmic undulations. I could clearly feel the pleasure this situation—under my boyfriend's nose—was secretly bringing my wife arousal. I felt Ning Hui's buttocks pressing heavily, heavily, heavily against me, the force powerful and long, like a smooth, round millstone.

This time, my wife was being thrust into by me with my boyfriend's acne clearly visible. I heard my wife panting heavily, afraid to make a sound. The stimulating feeling had sent me soaring to Java. Having been obsessed with my wife's pussy all the way here, I, the "little Ning," no longer cared about the etiquette of stealth. All thoughts of doing things quietly vanished. I was violently thrusting into my wife's warm, wet pussy.

Ning Hui's body was pressed tightly against me; if she hadn't, the force of my thrusts would have pushed her directly against Zeng Beifang.

Was my wife clinging to me because she was afraid of waking her boyfriend by bumping into him, or because she was extremely excited? That was the question.

Gradually, Ning Hui's breathing became uncontrollable, and she let out some extremely disordered, fragmented moans. To be honest, I wasn't nervous at all. If I kept thrusting like this, it seemed inevitable that my wife would have an orgasm. When my wife orgasmed, even a sleeping pig would be shaken awake by the arrival of her penis. I wasn't sure if Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine could still hold that kid surnamed Zeng in check.

But at this moment, I could no longer control my little Ning Hui, my wife's vaginal walls tightly intertwined. Especially the scent left by the adulterer there acted like an aphrodisiac, making this kid a hundred times more frenzied than usual. As I thrust into my wife, I stared at the sleeping face of another man's boyfriend. The feeling was a bittersweet mix of pleasure and pain. I thought my wife's vagina had just been filled with her lover's semen, but to the other man's boyfriend, it was as if I were his penis penetrating his girlfriend. For a moment, I couldn't tell if I was penetrating my own wife or someone else's girlfriend!

My hand, still wet with my wife's love juice, was still in front of me when suddenly, Ning Hui grabbed it and bit down hard on the back of my hand!

This almost instinctive bite, Ning Hui herself probably didn't realize how much force she used, almost made me cry out in pain. But I immediately understood that my wife couldn't hold back any longer; she couldn't control herself from making a sound unless she bit something.

It's said that Jiang Jie endured unimaginable pain as bamboo skewers were driven into her fingertips by executioners without uttering a sound, because of her incredibly strong belief in the revolution—what a heroic Communist Party member made of special material! My wife is just as strong, huh? She's so happy that even when her penis is biting her, she'll bite her husband's hand without making a sound.

I knew it was because she didn't want to wake her boyfriend.

Ning Hui bit my hand tightly, which basically blocked the sounds of her intense pleasure. This completely relieved my inhibitions, and I, the "little Ning husband," began to frolic inside my wife's vagina like a wild horse.

Ning Hui's body was stretched out, her head turned to the side because she was biting my hand. All her physical signals indicated that orgasm was just around the corner. The road to the peak for the Ning couple's affair seemed to be clear.

Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation in my testicles, and then that tingling sensation began to travel to my buttocks. The texture was moist and soft.

I quickly turned around and saw, damn it, Zeng Meimei! I was so focused on cheating on my wife that I almost forgot about Zeng Meimei. This slut wouldn't be Zeng Meimei if she didn't cause some trouble in this situation. It turned out this girl was doing the same thing her brother had done to my wife earlier. She buried her face in my groin, her tongue rubbing against the junction of my penis and Ning Hui's vulva. Now, that scarlet, wet tongue had even slipped between my buttocks, teasing me.

My anus tightened; that serpentine tongue was clearly and unmistakably touching and gripping my anus. I almost screamed!

To be honest, I'd never experienced being attacked from both ends before. My penis was sucking on my wife's cunt—someone else's girlfriend—while this beautiful, slutty woman was licking my ass from behind—I forgot to tell you, this woman is someone else's wife, and also my girlfriend—this was unbearable! Zeng Meimei biting my anus was like igniting a rocket, putting me into launch mode. In the

blink of an eye, I felt a piercing pain where she had bitten my hand. Ning Hui suddenly started biting me fiercely, and even though she was clenching her teeth, a faint whimper could still be heard between them.

With a violent spasm, her buttocks pressed tightly against mine, my wife's orgasm came like a tidal wave…

Then I felt Zeng Meimei's tongue quicken its movements on my anus. The stimulation tightened my anus, causing my ejaculation to loosen, and countless sperm gushed into my wife's vagina.

In the throes of near-consciousness, I still pondered the next philosophical question: I'd had sex before, but never anything this intense. What were the limits of this kind of stimulation? As

my consciousness returned, I felt a burning pain in my hand. I looked up and saw a row of deep teeth marks on the back of my hand, and couldn't help but laugh. It looked exactly like the English word "coming."

Ning Hui, not yet fully recovered, leaned against me, her chest rising and falling slightly as she breathed softly. Through the moonlight streaming through the tent's skylight, I saw two delicate, rosy blushes on my wife's listless, satisfied face, radiating a beautiful glow…

************

The exhaustion after a night of revelry, coupled with the magic of Uncle Ba's mutton penis wine, meant everyone slept soundly for a long time.

Then, around eight o'clock, we were all woken up by Zeng Beifang's phone call.

After the call, I heard him muttering, "Sis, oh no, my company is urging me to go back. They said there's an important project meeting I have to attend tomorrow morning!"

We then pulled out a map and compared notes; even if we rushed back now, no matter which route we took, it would be impossible to get home by tomorrow morning.

Zeng Beifang was getting anxious. Apparently, this guy was a key technical member of the company, and they'd told him he absolutely couldn't miss the project meeting.

But I remained calm in this situation. I continued looking at the map, and suddenly I saw a place about half a day's drive away

. Knowing my habit of keeping up with current events, I knew there was a feeder airport there, completed earlier this year and already operational. This was my last hope. Sure enough, a quick phone call revealed a flight home that afternoon. Zeng Beifang immediately called the company to book tickets for him. While booking, he looked at Ning Hui, his meaning clear to everyone: he wanted Ning Hui to fly back with him.

Ning Hui hesitated, but before she could speak, Zeng Meimei exclaimed, "What are you waiting for? Book two tickets! Bring your girlfriend back with you. We won't have time to take care of her if you leave!"

She then deliberately took my hand, winked, and said in a deliberately coquettish tone, "Isn't that right, darling? Now that she's gone, we can finally have some alone time."

Ning Hui bit her lip, giving Zeng Meimei a fierce glare. Zeng Beifang, as if receiving a royal decree, quickly booked his and Ning Hui's plane tickets.

Then we drove them to the airport. The journey was relatively smooth, and we arrived two hours early. As Zeng Beifang and Ning Hui went through security, one pushed their luggage with one hand, while the other tightly held Ning Hui's hand, displaying the perfect image of a deeply affectionate couple. I watched them, somewhat lost in thought. Zeng Meimei noticed my disappointment and tightly grasped my hand, her affection no less than her brother's.

Then Zeng Meimei and I continued our journey; according to our plan, we wouldn't arrive home until the following evening.

We arrived in a small town that evening and naturally found a hotel to stay in.

The long and arduous journey is finally coming to an end. This trip has brought Ning Zhufu two major gains: one, of course, is fulfilling his long-cherished dream as a cuckold, witnessing firsthand the thrilling scene of his wife making love with another man; the other is thoroughly experiencing the charm of Zeng Meimei. This woman, the epitome of cuckoldry for any cuckold enthusiast, makes me want to sing "Conquer" for her.

Actually, Zeng Meimei is such a woman—outwardly carefree, but actually extremely shrewd and understanding.

From my perspective, Zeng Meimei isn't like Ning Hui, or even Luo Xiaoyan; she's not the kind of woman who gives you the same feeling of love. But when you're with her, you feel absolutely no pressure or unease. She makes you feel incredibly comfortable and relaxed.

Even her boisterousness and charm are so sexy and endearing.

Perceptions about women are meant to be overturned, like with Zeng Meimei.

By this time, Zeng Meimei and I had finished showering. We were still lying naked on the bed, snuggling together. This girl was the kind of woman who, once in bed, exuded a powerful and irresistible allure and magic.

I held Zeng Meimei close, feeling her full, warm body against mine, while texting Ning Hui.

The situation was quite amusing, because Zeng Meimei was also texting her husband at that moment. Holding someone else's arm, exchanging sweet nothings with her own husband—believe it or not, these two couples were putting on a love story that many found incomprehensible yet enviable.

"Was the trip back smooth? Honey, are you home now?"

I asked Ning Hui.

"Yeah, it went smoothly. Where else would I be?"

Ning Hui replied.

"Hehe, I thought you were with your boyfriend!"

"Pfft, we've been together for so long, aren't we tired of each other? Besides, he knows my husband's home, how could I be with him?"

"Your husband's home? Then where am I?"

I was confused.

"Hehe, my husband is Ning Zhufu, and you're Lu Gong now. Our Comrade Lu Gong is having a great time with a beauty by his side, isn't he?"

Oh my god, I... okay, I'm Lu Gong now.

Zeng Meimei seems to have finished her private chat with her husband soon. We put down our phones at the same time, then smiled at each other. We've done this a few times already, but this is the first time we've had such a formal, private time together.

I looked at Zeng Meimei with soft eyes, which made her a little stunned: "Why are you looking at me so affectionately? Can't you just say what you want?"

She then deliberately teased me by lifting her hips.

"Hehe,"

I couldn't help but laugh, pinching Zeng Meimei's breast, but saying with gratitude, "Thank you so much for this trip."

"Sigh, what's there to be grateful for? I can't stand men being so sentimental. Life is about being happy, knowing what you want and working hard for it. I was just helping my best friend."

"Ning Hui is your best friend?"

I don't know why I asked that question.

"Of course! What did you think? Our two families are best friends, classmates since childhood to university. You can't understand that kind of sisterly bond,"

Zeng Meimei said seriously. Holy

crap, that's more than just sisterly affection; it's practically evolved into a lesbian relationship! Haha!

"But I really have to thank you for this. And this coincidence is truly amazing. It's a rare occurrence in today's society for someone to have this kind of lifestyle and mindset, and for two good friends with the same ideas to end up together is an even smaller probability. However,"

I paused, "this might be unfair to Beifang, as he's the only one kept in the dark. I feel it's a bit immoral for him."

"It might seem a little bit, but it doesn't matter. He's an adult. If we're talking about morality, is it moral for him to sleep with someone else's wife? We'll tell him the truth when the time is right. Life has so many hardships; what's this little bit of hurt compared to that? Besides, he got the Ning sister he's been longing for; he's not at a loss. He needs to understand that Ning sister is someone else's wife, and he'll be content. One shouldn't be too greedy. Don't dwell on this, darling."

Zeng Meimei's reasoning was quite eloquent, and it made sense.

"But I still have to thank you, especially last night."

"Last night? Hahaha, finally got to enjoy your wife, huh?"

Zeng Meimei giggled.

"I mean..."

I reached out and touched Zeng Meimei's buttocks, my fingers sliding inside the cleft.

"Hehehe, this?"

Zeng Meimei's face was alluring, clearly understanding what I meant. She leaned closer to me. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"So...so good, I...I came right away."

I wanted to say the words about licking my anus, but I couldn't bring myself to say them.

"That's because your wife came, okay? I was just adding to the fun."

"This woman really drives men crazy."

I thought to myself.

"Haha, of course, no man I've been with can forget me. A good woman understands men."

"Hmm, your husband is so lucky."

"Hahaha, what's wrong? Do you regret having a wife? Do you regret not marrying me?"

Zeng Meimei raised an eyebrow, teasing me.

"Hmm..."

Caught off guard by Zeng Meimei's question, I stammered, unable to find an answer. "Then...then I'll make you my second wife!"

I quickly came up with a plan and managed to get away with it.

"Tch, dream on! Who wants to be your second wife?"

Zeng Meimei pouted deliberately, her face a charmingly angry expression. Seeing my slight embarrassment, she slid closer to me like an eel. "You'd be more like my second husband!"

Damn, this girl's words are really soothing.

Provoked by Zeng Meimei's teasing, I couldn't resist anymore. I picked her up and flipped her over, making her buttocks stick up. Her snow-white, round bottom made my eyes dizzy. Then I bent down and crawled under Zeng Meimei, my face pressed against the junction of her buttocks and vulva. I spread her plump buttocks apart, muttering, "You took advantage of me last night, I'll get my revenge today."

As soon as I finished speaking, I stuck out my tongue and licked into the wide-open cleft of Zeng Meimei's buttocks. The moment I brought my nose close, a wave of hot, pungent breath hit me. Zeng Meimei's anus was surprisingly dark yellow and hairless, its smooth texture revealing clearly defined wrinkles. However, the opening was slightly larger than I expected.

Damn, could it have been enlarged by a man's penis?

This thought excited me. I hesitated only slightly before my tongue covered the girl's anus. This bite was filled with gratitude and excited lust, because as soon as I touched it, I felt my penis uncontrollably harden!

The taste was so good, like my mother's braised pork when I was a child.

"Mmm...ahhh..." As my tongue swept around, Zeng Meimei started moaning. A moment later, I saw her pick up her phone: "Ahhh...husband, he...he's licking your wife's butt, so...so good..."

It turned out this girl's husband's hotline was open; I was now the adulterer again.

"Ahhh... I can't take it anymore. Let his cock fuck your wife's ass later, okay? I really want his cock to fuck me until I orgasm... Ahhh... So good... I love ass orgasms!"

Zeng Meimei cried out to her husband in a seductive voice, then pressed her weight against my face.

Zeng Meimei's cries made my blood boil, my lust intensified, and I vigorously pushed my tongue into this girl's hole, reaching as deep as I could.

After a while, probably my tongue couldn't satisfy this girl's huge asshole anymore, she turned her head towards me: "Darling, come on, come fuck my... ass... come on!"

Zeng Meimei's body twisted, the scarlet color inside her hole exuding a lewd aura. I understood; if a cock wasn't inserted into that hole, which now looked as vibrant as flower petals, it would be a crime against our dear Zeng Meimei.

I sat up, positioning my already erect penis against Zeng Meimei's anus, then spat on it and smeared it around before slowly inserting it into the hole that seemed to swallow everything.

"Ah...ah ah...husband, husband...his penis is in! It's in your wife's ass...ah ah...husband, husband...he's fucking your wife's ass!"

Zeng Meimei's soft moans echoed in the room...

************

The next day, when Zeng Meimei and I rushed back, night had fallen. Zeng Meimei drove me home first, and Ning Hui came to meet me at the entrance of the complex. Seeing that Zeng Meimei was about to leave, Ning Hui said to her, "Meimei, eat before you go. I've already prepared dinner."

"Hehehe,"

Zeng Meimei replied in her usual shrill voice, "Eat with your husband. You think you're the only one with a husband? My husband is waiting for me at home right now."

After saying that, she started the car and sped away.

It took me a moment to realize what was happening. "Honey, when did you learn to cook?"

"Hehe, just treating you, honey. I'm naturally a good cook."

Ning Hui affectionately took my hand as we returned home. I headed straight for the dining room; the food on the table was still steaming, and a fragrant aroma of soup wafted up.

What the heck?

"I specifically asked my mom, and she told me this recipe for soup. She said it's good for men, honey, you've been working so hard these past few days."

Ning Hui deliberately dragged out the "working hard" part.

"What's in it?"

I greedily sniffed the table, picked up a spoon, and took a sip.

"Beef, goji berries, sea cucumber... hehe, don't blame me if it's not good, honey."

I felt a surge of emotion. This was the first meal Ning Hui had ever cooked for me since we got married. And it was at this time, in this way.

I quickly poked Ning Hui's face with my mouth, exclaiming, "Delicious! Delicious! I love you so much, honey!"

"You're so greasy-mouthed!"

Technically speaking, the meal my wife cooked wasn't particularly delicious, but in my heart, it was the most wonderful meal in the world.

That night, when I finally lay in my own bed, I felt like my bones were about to fall apart, and then I had a strange, surreal feeling. The world seemed the same as yesterday, yet different.

I reached out and hugged my wife, but Ning Hui playfully patted my face, saying, "Honey, sweetie, get a good night's sleep. You've been driving all day."

Actually, even if I wanted to be a little flirtatious with my wife, I was too exhausted. Before I could even finish groaning from my aching back, I was already snoring loudly.

I slept soundly that night, and when I woke up the next day, Ning Hui had already left. It was almost ten o'clock. I stretched comfortably, and just then, my wife's text message came: "Honey, I'm off to work. Did you sleep well? I made some millet porridge. Make sure you heat it up and drink it. My mom says men should drink more millet porridge too. Kisses."

Wow, this trip had a third benefit! When did my wife become so virtuous?

Then I noticed an unread text message on my phone. I opened it and felt a surge of excitement. It was from Luo Xiaoyan.

Chapter 55 The Return of the Swallow

Luo Xiaoyan's text message was sent around nine o'clock this morning.

During this time, Ning, the cook, seemed to be riding high, but his heart was constantly in turmoil: Where did Luo Xiaoyan go?

Such a perfect and beautiful woman, with such a graceful temperament, if she was only as beautiful as a fleeting flower in his life, for such a short time, Ning felt not only left with regret, but also with something to lament for the rest of his life.

Thankfully, Luo Xiaoyan's text message made me realize that she didn't want to be just a fleeting moment in Teacher Nan's life.

Surprises always come uninvited at life's turning points. I was so excited that without thinking twice, I called her, just to hear Xiaoyan's melodious voice to soothe my lovesick heart.

Huh, why isn't she answering?

The line was busy, but no one answered. The ringback tone had changed to "Recuerdos de la Alhambra," which made me smile. I had told Luo Xiaoyan that it was a great guitar piece, beautiful and melancholic. I loved it so much that I told her it was almost my favorite piece. I told her that listening to it gave me a sense of ethereal lightness, standing on the edge of history and life, especially suitable for when you're sad but don't want to cry.

Luo Xiaoyan's new ringback tone conveyed at least two contradictory messages: one, that the young lady had specially changed her ringback tone for me; and two, that Luo Xiaoyan was as melancholic as ever.

The ringtone had already rung up to the chorus when Luo Xiaoyan still hadn't answered the phone, until her phone rang with a notification: "The number you dialed is not being answered..."

They say, "The flowers fall helplessly, but the swallows return as if we've met before." I only want the swallows to return, not the flowers to fall!

Tagore said that the sky bears no trace of wings, but the birds have flown by. It sounds beautiful, but I really didn't want the swallow's wings to circle right next to my ear and then silently fly away again…

I stubbornly dialed the number again, and finally… on the third call, I heard the swallow's voice on the other end: "Are you… alright?"

Her voice was as clear as ever.

"Why didn't you answer the phone for so long?"

I exclaimed urgently, forgetting the young girl's seemingly meaningful inquiry.

"I was scared…"

Luo Xiaoyan's voice was timid, making one feel sorry for her.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyan? What are you afraid of?"

"…"

Silence fell on the other end of the line.

"Say something, Xiaoyan, what's wrong? Where have you been all this time? I can't find you anywhere!"

"Heh..."

Luo Xiaoyan sighed softly, "Nothing, just afraid of you."

"Afraid of me? What do you have to be afraid of? Where are you? I want to see you right now!"

I spoke faster, so fast that I couldn't even pronounce the words clearly, afraid that Xiaoyan on the other end of the phone would disappear without a trace again. Finally, I uttered those words heavily, words that were almost universally applicable and would leave any woman experiencing her first love speechless: "I miss you so much!"

I clearly heard Luo Xiaoyan's sigh, and then a beautiful response, like a voice from another world, floated over with an electric current: "I miss you too."

"Where are you? At the apartment, right? I'm coming right away!"

"No, no, I'm not at the apartment."

There was a hint of panic in Luo Xiaoyan's voice.

"I really want to see you. Where have you been all this time? Please stop torturing me!"

"No..."

Luo Xiaoyan seemed very hesitant, then fell silent again...

"What happened?"

I was getting anxious.

"No... don't worry, I'm fine. I just missed you, that's why I texted you."

"Then where are you? No matter where you are now, even if it's the ends of the earth, I will come to find you! I have to see you right now!"

I vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Luo Xiaoyan on the other end of the phone. This made me feel that seeing Luo Xiaoyan immediately was something I had to do today.

"Hmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan hesitated for a moment, as if she had made a huge decision, before replying softly, "Around one o'clock at noon, at our usual restaurant."

Oh yeah, I'm finally going to see Xiaoyan again!

There was still some time before one o'clock. Filled with excitement at the prospect of seeing Xiao Yanzi, whom I'd been longing to see all this time, I quickly got up, washed, and then microwaved the millet porridge my wife had carefully prepared. I happily drank a big bowl, humming a little tune the whole time – "We common folk are really happy today." Then, as I pondered how to pass the next few hours, I suddenly noticed Ning Hui's laptop at home. For some reason, she hadn't taken it to work today. I chuckled to myself – now I had something to do!

Sure enough, my wife's diary had been updated.

"After so many years and months, this road trip is finally over. Because he had to get back to the company, my husband and I flew back today. My husband and Meimei will drive back tomorrow.

It all feels like a dream. Right now, my crazy yet adorable husband is lying in my best friend's arms, and I don't feel a single bit jealous. I even just asked my mom how to make a nourishing soup for men…

Am I really under my husband and that damn Meimei's spell? Is this really working? I know my husband got what he wanted on this road trip; his wicked schemes finally succeeded. I can see he's so happy. I don't want to go against his wishes because I love this man. I

love him ." That's kind of adorably mischievous.

But honestly, am I not happy too? Northern youth, handsome, and even so vigorous (forgive me for being a bit of a lecher), and I, as his older sister, have taken him. Sex can be so beautiful or so ugly; perhaps the line is truly thin.

Why, tonight, alone at home, do I feel such an overwhelming longing for my husband? After the initial discomfort of seeing him with another woman, what remains is a deep love for him.

I don't understand why, but that's just how it is. Life, or love, is so magical.

The important thing is to make the one you love happy, my husband often tells me this. Tell me.

I refused Northern's wish to be with me tonight. I just wanted to experience what it's like to be alone at home while my husband is cheating on me. When I'm out, my husband is so fascinated by that feeling. He says it's exciting, stimulating, and with a hint of jealousy.

Hehehe, I just talked to my husband on the phone. I wouldn't say exciting or stimulating, but I can already smell the jealousy.

This trip also made me get to know Meimei again. This woman really lives a carefree life. She kept telling me how to provoke my cuckolded husband, like deliberately being affectionate in front of Northern, and that no matter how much he cheats on me, I shouldn't... Let him succeed! What, deliberately calling him "husband" during his orgasm with the North? Hehehe, husband, has Comrade Lu Gong had enough this time?

Hehehe, Lu Gong, you cuckold, husband, you're so talented!

This trip was too much of a vacation. I have to go to work tomorrow. I just called Xiao Li in the office to ask about the company's situation. Xiao Li told me that General Manager Wang is back at work. I

really don't know how I'll feel when I see him tomorrow…”

My wife's witty description of the trip, Ning Hui's self-analysis, was filling me with an indescribable sense of accomplishment—the thrill of a cuckolded husband successfully training his wife—when suddenly the words "General Manager Wang" caught my eye. My heart skipped a beat!

The king has returned.

Oh no, I misspoke, General Manager Wang is finally back!

Of course, I needed to ask my wife's permission to go on a date with Xiao Yanzi. After reading my diary, I quickly texted Ning Hui: "Wife, Luo Xiaoyan just texted me! Finally, I heard from her! I want to go see her, so I'm asking for your permission."

Ning Hui didn't reply for a while, and I started to get anxious. Could it be that my wife had changed her mind and wouldn't allow me to go on a date with Xiao Yanzi? ...It wouldn't be fun if I gained

one thing but lost another. Beauties are all flowers, but each has its own charm. A thousand Zeng Meimeis can't compare to one Luo Xiaoyan, and vice versa. Wife, each is different.

I immediately broke out in a sweat. I couldn't wait any longer, so I decided to just call her.

But then, my wife's text came: "Ha! This Xiao Yanzi seems to be in a rush! How did she know you just got home? You've been gone for days, and two beauties haven't had enough of you? What are you thinking about? Humph! No way!"

Damn, my dear wife, is she serious?

I was immediately filled with rage, but I didn't know what to say. I figured I'd better figure out how to smooth things over with Xiao Yanzi. Poor girl, she had such deep feelings for me. At that moment, I realized the Ning Mansion had suddenly become a hot pot, and I was like an ant.

Just as I was at my wit's end, my phone rang. I saw it was my wife calling.

I answered the phone, barely daring to breathe. I wanted to defend myself but couldn't bring myself to speak. Just as I was feeling completely lost, bracing myself for a torrent of scolding from my wife, Ning Hui's cheerful giggles came through the phone: "Hehe, honey, were you scared? Did you yell at your wife to death for forbidding you from seeing Xiao Yanzi?"

"Um, oh, no...no," I quickly protested. "Wife, if you say you can't go, then you can't go. I'll listen to you."

"Hehehe, I can hear a hundred percent displeasure in your voice,"

Ning Hui teased me. "

I swear to Chairman Mao, I have absolutely no displeasure." I'm not

afraid of anything, I'd even dare to challenge the emperor, but my wife is the one I can't mess with.

"Hehehe, I'm just teasing you, honey. I was just joking. Go on, I know you haven't seen your Little Swallow in a long time. I won't let you worry your husband."

"Really?"

I couldn't believe my ears. "You were really joking with me?"

"Can't you tell? Are you pretending to be stupid, or are you just too happy to see your Little Swallow?"

Ning Hui's laughter never stopped.

"Hehe, now you even dare to tease your husband!"

Hearing this imperial decree of approval, I immediately went from worried to happy.

With "Long live my wife!" accompanied by a series of kisses into the phone, I hung up the phone, my heart pounding like a deer about to jump out of my throat.

I arrived at the restaurant on time, and Luo Xiaoyan was already sitting in a corner waiting for me.

Luo Xiaoyan was still dressed without makeup, in a white t-shirt and denim shorts that barely reached her knees. Her once short, ear-length hair had now partially fallen past her shoulders, gathered into a loose single braid with a butterfly-shaped hair clip. Her graceful neck looked exceptionally slender against the braid.

Heh, a single braid—I absolutely love that! Back in the day, the Xiaofang in Li Chunbo's song about the girl in the village named Xiaofang—in my mind, she wore a single braid.

What was surprising, however, was that Luo Xiaoyan was also wearing sunglasses. Thinking of Zeng Meimei's aviator sunglasses that covered half her face, I wondered if this was the latest trend.

I sat down directly opposite Luo Xiaoyan, my eyes fixed on her, the fire in them enough to boil a large kettle of water. Luo Xiaoyan then took off her sunglasses and gave me a faint smile, avoiding direct eye contact.

I finally took a good look at this woman who had been gone for so long, the woman who had filled me with an overwhelming sense of affection. Aside from her still-beautiful demeanor, she was truly haggard and thin.

That haggardness and thinness even made my heart ache.

"Where have you been all this time? I've been looking everywhere for you! I was so worried!"

Seeing Luo Xiaoyan's distressed expression, I tried to sound relaxed.

"Where could I have gone? I've been busy with performances lately, always traveling."

Luo Xiaoyan finally met my gaze, her eyes still brimming with tears. Then her long eyelashes concealed those tears again.

"Don't work so hard, okay? You've gotten even thinner."

I reached out and touched Luo Xiaoyan's hand; it was a little cold. "Your hands are so cold, you really need to take better care of yourself. I'll cook you something nice to nourish you sometime."

"Thank you, maybe it's the

air conditioning." Luo Xiaoyan's eyes suddenly lit up, she hesitated slightly at my outstretched hand, glanced around casually, and then placed her hand in mine for a moment. "Your hands are always so warm."

Luo Xiaoyan said this thoughtfully.

Luo Xiaoyan's t-shirt today wasn't see-through, her chest was slightly full but there didn't seem to be any bra marks—this was really… I started to feel a little uneasy and even hot all over. Although this was with Luo Xiaoyan, it wasn't like with that slutty Zeng Meimei, where feelings mattered, but the sexiness of such a beautiful and elegant woman going out without a bra could instantly kill every male within a hundred meters.

This restaurant was the one I went to the first time I ate with Luo Xiaoyan, famous for its steak, and the delicious taste of its steak even changed my stomach, which used to be so averse to Western food. When the steak, glistening with red sauce, was served, Luo Xiaoyan didn't seem to have much of an appetite. She just slowly picked at it with her utensils, then took a symbolic bite. Once I started wolfing it down, she was perfectly fine, gazing at me with deep affection.

"Why aren't you eating? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I smiled at Luo Xiaoyan, my mouth full of tender medium-rare steak.

I knew my mouth was greasy from chewing steak,

and that smile certainly wasn't elegant. But this seemingly unrefined, cutesy smile was a fatal weapon for a woman who was already somewhat attracted to me. Luo Xiaoyan smiled back, her smile now radiant: "I love watching you eat, it smells so good."

"Hehe, does watching you make me full? Eat more meat! You're so thin."

I continued to devour my food, trying to stimulate Luo Xiaoyan's appetite.

Seeing that Luo Xiaoyan still wasn't eating much, I had to take over. I picked up my fork, forked a piece of beef from Luo Xiaoyan's plate, and tried to feed it to her.

"Ah,"

Luo Xiaoyan exclaimed, caught off guard by my move. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and stuffed the beef into it. Her expression, after a moment of panic and a fleeting glance around, blossomed into that of a blissfully happy young woman.

My expression immediately shifted to one of envious jealousy and resentment towards that blissful steak.

Who says being a slave means being exploited and oppressed? At that moment, I desperately wanted to be that steak in Luo Xiaoyan's mouth.

This tactic proved incredibly effective on Luo Xiaoyan. Her initial awkwardness gradually faded, and I fed her piece after piece until she nearly finished the entire plate.

See? There's no woman immune to delicious food. Whether a woman eats well or not depends on how the man does it.

Actually, I wanted to add that the same applies to sexual desire.

Damn, a rogue isn't scary; what's scary is a rogue with culture. As a cultured rogue, Ning the cook was now smug, adding another line to that old rhyme in his mind: "Whether a woman gets drunk or not depends entirely on how a man feeds her."

Poor Luo, our pure and deeply infatuated sister, was pitiful for Ning the cook, whose mind was filled with such despicable, dark thoughts about thighs, arms, and braless breasts.

After dinner, since they were practically lovers, and absence makes the heart grow fonder, plus the warmth of being warm and lustful, any lecherous person knew what Ning the cook was thinking, but he didn't dare to be too forward. After all, Luo wasn't as bold as Zeng the hero.

"Where do you want to go next?"

I asked, half politely and half tentatively, after Luo Xiaoyan paid the bill, "To see a movie... or..."

Damn it, Ning the cook, can't you try something different? Everyone knows what you're up to by suggesting we go to the movies—you just want to take advantage of the darkness and grope her, to take advantage of her.

"Hmm..."

Luo Xiaoyan picked up her sunglasses and put them back on, looking like she was about to hit the road. "I want to go out for a drive."

"Hehe, okay,"

I quickly agreed. "Where to?"

"Anywhere is fine, as long as it's in the suburbs. Shall we go for a drive in the suburbs?"

"Okay, did you drive? I didn't drive today."

To get to the suburbs, you first need transportation. I remembered that Luo Xiaoyan has a car; she was the one who took me to her father-in-law's house when he broke his leg. Ning Hui naturally drives the car from the Ning Mansion to work.

"No, I've already sold my car,"

Luo Xiaoyan said, her expression a little unnatural.

"Ah? When did you sell it? Hehe, you want a new car, huh? What kind of car do you want? I'll go with you to buy

one." I almost said I'd give you a gift card for whatever car you want to buy—I wanted to, but whether my wife would approve was another matter.

"Hmm, let's talk about buying a car first,"

Luo Xiaoyan hesitated for a moment, then continued, "We can go even without a car. We can just find any bus, as long as it goes to the suburbs."

See? This girl's idea is much more creative than your old-fashioned and lewd idea of going to the movies, Ning Husband. This is what you call embracing romance and nature at the same time.

Without further ado, Luo Xiaoyan and I wandered the streets for a while and sure enough, we found a bus that headed to the suburbs. The route number seemed almost preordained—520. Seeing this number made Luo Xiaoyan and I exchange a knowing smile.

But I knew that the 1314 bus wouldn't go back to the city…

This left me feeling somewhat helpless and sad…

Only after we boarded the 520 bus, and it had already left the city for a while, did Luo Xiaoyan snuggle close to me like a loving partner. At that moment, I truly felt that the little bird Tagore spoke of, which flew by without leaving a wingtip, was now perched on my shoulder.

Luo Xiaoyan's blissful, womanly expression grew even more pronounced, but my restless gaze, like someone taking advantage of a water feature, couldn't help but stray to the chest of her t-shirt…

and sure enough, she wasn't wearing a bra. At that moment, outside the bus window, vast construction sites showcased the city's thriving socialist development, followed by expansive green vegetable fields and fishponds, placing us in the beautiful landscape of a new socialist countryside. Luo Xiaoyan gripped my arm tightly, admiring the undulating scenery outside the window while wearing sunglasses, but my eyes were fixed on the subtle cleavage peeking out from under her t-shirt.

Damn, the same curves, yet such different perspectives.

The 520 bus bumped along until it finally arrived at its final stop, a small town on the outskirts of the city.

Far from the city's hustle and bustle, it was filled with more greenery, with a clear stream flowing gently beside the narrow roads lined with old and new buildings. All around were wide fields filled with fruit trees and the fragrance of rice. In the fields, poultry raised by farmers strolled leisurely, seemingly talking to themselves.

"Ah, how come I never noticed there was such a beautiful place on the outskirts of our city?"

Luo Xiaoyan exclaimed as soon as she got off the bus.

A woman who looked like an elderly rural woman had set up a tea stall by the roadside near the station, selling the same kind of traditional tea that had long since disappeared from city streets. Luo Xiaoyan and I each drank two large bowls. The feeling was uniquely refreshing.

After resting for a short while while drinking tea, Luo Xiaoyan and I, hand in hand, headed towards the vast fields, towards the farmhouses and the smoke rising from their chimneys, and happily ventured out.

The scene at that moment felt like a dream of time passing. Just a few days ago, I was on a grassland where the wind blew and the grass bended low, with cattle and sheep, passionately enjoying each other's company under the open sky with my wife and the Zeng siblings. And now, I was holding hands with Xiaoyan in the vibrant fields, so sweet and tender.

I remembered a line from my wife's diary: "Life, or love, is truly magical."

Hand in hand, Luo Xiaoyan and I wandered aimlessly along a vast orchard on a gentle mountain ridge. I didn't know if we were embracing nature, or nature was embracing us. I just noticed that Luo Xiaoyan's smile became brighter and more frequent. Many unnamed wildflowers bloomed in the mountains, and with Xiaoyan's smile, the most beautiful one naturally blossomed on Luo Xiaoyan's face.

Only then did I realize how right it had been to take the 520 bus to the suburbs, to go out into nature. I knew how beautiful Luo Xiaoyan was, but only now did I realize how beautiful her smile was against the backdrop of the wildflowers in the mountains.

This was a view you couldn't find in any room or bed.

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in from the previously clear sky, and the mountain wind seemed to grow stronger. Before we could even predict or react to this summer downpour, large raindrops pelted down on our heads.

I quickly pulled Luo Xiaoyan to a shed where the orchard caretaker was staying to take shelter. Even though we ran as fast as we could, we were already half-drenched.

Once inside the shed, I quickly pulled Luo Xiaoyan into my arms and asked, "Are you wet? Are you cold?"

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me, her face covered in raindrops. I reached out to wipe the rain from her face, but unexpectedly, she did something astonishing!

She suddenly broke free from my embrace, threw her bag on the ground, and ran towards the open space where the rain was pouring down. Then, she crossed her arms over her chest, tilted her head back, and let the torrential rain wash over her face.

"Xiaoyan! What are you doing?"

My voice was completely drowned out by the strong wind and heavy rain, sounding so faint.

Luo Xiaoyan ignored me, so I had no choice but to rush out after her. When we got there, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the house. "Are you crazy, Xiaoyan? Come back inside with me! Don't get soaked!"

"Leave me alone!"

Luo Xiaoyan didn't even turn her head or look at me. "Leave me alone, okay? I just want to get some rain!"

"You..."

Seeing that I couldn't persuade her, I simply stood still in the rain. "Fine, I'll get soaked with you!"

With my thirty years of experience in judging people, I was now almost certain that something had happened to Luo Xiaoyan!

So, I held Luo Xiaoyan in the rain for a short while, although it looked like Luo Xiaoyan was holding me because she was taller than me... Suddenly, Luo Xiaoyan turned around and threw herself into my arms!

I wasn't sure if Luo Xiaoyan was crying at that moment, because rainwater and tears have the same chemical composition, but I clearly felt Luo Xiaoyan's body shaking violently.

"Why are you crying? What's wrong, Xiaoyan? What happened?"

"I'm not crying, I'm not crying. Nothing's wrong."

Perhaps afraid I would investigate whether she was really crying, Luo Xiaoyan raised her head, lowered her face, and before I could even think, opened her mouth and kissed me. Then, she sobbed and gasped, "I just missed you! I missed you!"

Even heaven grows old if it has feelings, and the rain in the sky seemed to speak of heaven's compassion. If I didn't fall in love at this moment, I would be betraying heaven's will. Without a word, my blood boiled, and I met Luo Xiaoyan's lips in a passionate, dizzying kiss.

"I love you!"

In the midst of a passionate kiss, I suddenly heard that tender, heavenly voice burst from Luo Xiaoyan's lips, "I love you! I love you!"

"I..."

I was about to respond when Luo Xiaoyan reached out and covered my mouth, then frantically shook her head. "Don't say it, don't say that word I said!"

"What's wrong?"

I pulled her hand away. "What's wrong? Why can't I say it?"

"Because I'm not worthy of your love!"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head desperately, her eyes filled with what seemed like tears or rain. "I'm not worthy!"

"Please don't say that, I..."

I couldn't control myself anymore. I knew nothing could stop me from saying it, letting each word ring out: "I—love—you!"

Saying it aloud, I suddenly felt a sense of relief. I knew I was on the 520 bus to the outskirts of the city, and I knew there was no 1314 bus back!

"Boom!"

A sudden clap of thunder drowned out my voice as I uttered "I love you"...

The rain continued to fall, and Luo Xiaoyan and I continued our passionate kiss in the torrential downpour. I admit I've kissed girls in the rain before, but not in a downpour.

In the distance, a boy cutting pig feed grinned, watching us kiss tightly. I don't know if he was watching this Western spectacle of men and women embracing and kissing and laughing like an idiot, or if he was amused that the guy kissing wasn't even as tall as the girl.

A stray dog nearby was also barking happily...

Summer downpours are always like this, appearing and disappearing like a dragon, stopping in a flash, and the sun reappears as the sun is setting.

Our clothes were soaked and then dried again. I was holding Luo Xiaoyan's hand, walking downhill, when her phone received a text message. She seemed to be consciously avoiding my gaze as she read it, a barely perceptible hint of anxiety on her face.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

I quickly asked.

"Oh... there's a last-minute performance tonight, I have to rush back,"

Luo Xiaoyan replied, her expression tense.

"Then we have to hurry, we need to catch the last bus, the 520, back to the city!"

I pulled Luo Xiaoyan, quickening our pace downhill.

We rushed, and finally caught the last bus back to the city. After getting off the bus, Luo Xiaoyan insisted that I not take her back to her apartment. Before leaving, I asked, "Are you free tomorrow?"

Luo Xiaoyan glanced at me, a hint of helplessness in her eyes. "I don't know, let's talk on the phone."

Luo Xiaoyan's departure was resolute, leaving Ning, the cook, with a belly full of doubt and disappointment…

I rushed home, quickly tidied up and washed up. Just as I finished cooking, Ning Hui came home from work, looking surprised to see me at home. "What's wrong? Weren't you on a date with your Xiaoyan? How come you have time to cook?"

"Oh, I had lunch with her, then just wandered around outside for a bit before coming back. She has a performance tonight."

"Haha, so honest? I don't believe you!"

Ning Hui teased me mischievously, holding her rice bowl.

"Really, I swear to Chairman Mao, I really didn't do anything."

Looking at Ning Hui's playful expression, I knew I had to, and had already switched to the intimate "Ning Mansion mode" reserved for the couple.

Ning Hui's playfulness only lasted a moment; during the rest of the meal, she suddenly seemed preoccupied.

This made me think of my wife's diary. I didn't know if this worry was really because Mr. Wang was back. I figured Ning Hui would bring it up herself, but I couldn't resist, so I started the conversation: "You've been on leave for so long, is everything alright at work?"

"Oh, honey,"

Ning Hui looked up from her meal, bit her lip, and said, "I was just about to tell you. I'm going on a business trip soon. Oh, and Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang is back at work."

"Oh, really?"

I pretended to be surprised. "How's Mr. Wang recovering? Where are you going?"

"He seems to be recovering quite well. The company wants to send me on a business trip abroad, but... but I don't want to go."

"Why? Which country?"

Ning Hui paused, then said softly, "To the US and Canada. Actually, Mr. Wang wanted to go, but he insisted on having me as his translator."

Before I could react, Ning Hui continued, "But I don't want to go, honey."

"Hehe, why are you being childish, honey?"

Actually, I wasn't entirely sure if what I really meant, but I said it anyway: "You have to go! It's a good thing, it's your job, a business trip plus a free vacation, and you can also learn about the decadence and decline of capitalism and come back to criticize it properly. This job is great!"

"You're just being a cheapskate, but I don't want to go,"

Ning Hui mumbled softly.

I wanted to smile and show my wife some tolerance, but before my smile could even open, my phone rang.

I answered the phone, and surprisingly, it was Mr. Knife, whose head looked like a knife, who came through the phone: "Mr. Nan, are you free now? Our boss invites you. President Qiu said a new batch of Cuban cigars arrived and he'd like Mr. Nan to taste them."

12-04

Chapter 56: Passionate Photos

Damn it, look at how these rich people play. Inviting you to a restaurant is considered old-fashioned; this guy is inviting you to evaluate Cuban cigars. Whether you like cigars or not, most men feel that having a cigar in your mouth makes you look sophisticated and classy. Just look at the movies—from politicians like Churchill and writers like Hemingway to mob bosses like Brando in *The Godfather*, they're always carrying a cigar. However, when

I heard Dao Ba's call, after a slight surprise, I realized that Boss Qiu's sudden invitation wasn't just about a cigar.

Haha, could it be that Boss Qiu failed to persuade me to join his company last time, so now he's increased my offer?

I hesitated for a moment, but still accepted the cigar tasting invitation. For someone like me who always has a humble heart, dealing with wealthy people is like me just persuading my wife to go to America to see capitalist society from a critical perspective. Besides,

Boss Qiu is a man of honor, righteous and trustworthy—worthy of my admiration. After explaining

the good news to my wife, Ning Hui naturally agreed to my trip, only reminding me not to come back too late. My understanding wife rarely objectes to my social activities—she even allows me to go on dates with my lover, so what could she possibly object to about her own husband?

As always, Dao Ba insisted on picking me up personally. One refusal is polite, three refusals would be pretentious.

I declined twice before agreeing. Half an hour later, Dao Ba arrived in his car, having called me to say he was downstairs at my apartment building. After

a few polite exchanges with Dao Ba, I was led to a house in a very quiet neighborhood, which looked like a secret club. The female staff were still scantily clad, but their smiles were captivating, and their faces were all carefully selected.

Dao Ba led me to a fully equipped suite with a bedroom and living room. The large living room even had a standard snooker table.

When Boss Qiu saw me enter, he maintained his boss demeanor, only slightly straightening his posture from his previous deep slumber on the sofa and waving for me to sit next to him.

"Oh, long time no see."

Boss Qiu gave a half-smile and spoke first.

"Long time no see, Boss Qiu."

I chuckled as well, and immediately noticed an open pack of cigars on the coffee table in front of him, the packaging covered with Spanish letters of varying sizes. The cigars inside were a size larger than the ones I'd smoked before.

Boss Qiu himself looked a size bigger, noticeably heavier. "Hehe, Boss Qiu, you look radiant. With housing prices skyrocketing lately, it seems good news really does lift your spirits."

"Radiant, huh? Are you talking about me?"

Mr. Qiu frowned slightly upon hearing my words, paused for a moment, then slowly picked up a cigar from the coffee table and offered it to me. "I can tell, this 'triumphant' tone sounds like you're talking about Mr. Nan yourself."

I understood that too; there was clearly an underlying meaning. Mr. Qiu never beat around the bush, so what was wrong with him today? Something felt off!

"Hehe, Mr. Qiu is joking. We're just ordinary folks, earning a meager salary, all we want is to go home to our wives and kids and enjoy a warm bed. What's there to be so smug about?"

I muttered to myself, but chuckled and waited for Mr. Qiu to make his move. "Oh, right, I don't have kids yet, so I guess I just want to go home and cuddle with my wife in a warm bed tonight."

I put the cigar in my mouth, and Mr. Qiu immediately reached out and offered me a lit lighter, but it was so close that I had to lean forward slightly to reach it.

This distance not only showed Boss Qiu's polite demeanor towards me, but also revealed a subtle sense of unease.

Logically, after our unexpected friendship during the model competition, we should have developed a mutual respect. Having not seen each other for a while, we should be like close brothers.

"Pfft,"

I exhaled a puff of smoke, feigning complete ecstasy. Never mind all that, let's enjoy it first. Besides, not everyone can enjoy a Cuban cigar.

I exhaled the smoke with my eyes closed, because the smell immediately conjured images of Caribbean beaches, palm trees, soft sand, damp sea breezes, and birds I'd never seen before flying overhead.

"That's not right,"

Boss Qiu patiently watched me finish imagining the Caribbean beaches in my dream before casually remarking, "Mr. Nan, so dashing and charming, surely that's not all you're looking for?"

Boss Qiu's words had a subtle barb, and his tone was rather unsettling.

"Heh, what else could it be? When did Boss Qiu learn to belittle people?"

I also planted a seed in my words, and from the look shooting my way, I was pretty sure Boss Qiu wasn't here tonight.

Damn it, I misspoke, I'm the one here tonight.

"Heh,"

Boss Qiu's lips curled into a barely perceptible dry laugh, then his wide, still triangular eyes cleared as he cleared his throat and said, "Are you sure you're cuddling your wife in bed every night?"

What's going on? Am I in an FBI interrogation room or a disciplinary committee meeting? Interrogating me? Hearing this, I immediately got angry. Well, before you, Boss Qiu, reveal all, I've decided to keep this going until the very end. I need to keep my emotions under control, so I replied somewhat irritably, though a fake smile remained on my face: "Boss Qiu, you've switched careers to become a policeman, checking my household registration? Of course, there are times when I don't sleep with my wife. My wife is often away on business trips, oh, and she likes to go back to her parents' house every now and then."

"Hehe,"

Boss Qiu saw that my expression and tone were all wrong, so he deliberately laughed to try and ease the atmosphere, "Of course, men are men, and besides, a charming and talented man like Mr. Nan who can attract bees and butterflies, it's normal for him to have a few affairs. The grass is always greener on the other side, right, Mr. Nan?"

“Boss Qiu,”

I glanced around. Dao Ba had already left the room, and the atmosphere was now relatively even. However, I felt it was time to confront him. So, I resolutely stubbed out my cigar and tossed it into the ashtray, staring at Boss Qiu with a solemn expression. “Let’s get straight to the point. What brings you here today?”

“I wouldn’t presume to offer advice, Mr. Nan is wise. I do have something to discuss with you.”

Boss Qiu also stubbed out his half-smoked cigar. Then, adopting a tone as if he were negotiating a business deal, he said, “I heard Mr. Nan has recently been enjoying some romantic luck, so I’d like to confirm it.”

“Heh,”

I was taken aback—romantic luck? I’ve had plenty of romantic luck. Are you referring to Zeng Meimei? Or… Luo Xiaoyan?

Luo Xiaoyan!

I reacted quickly, and the image of Luo Xiaoyan’s sudden, abnormal disappearance and her melancholy gaze today immediately flashed through my mind…

The only person who had any connection with Boss Qiu was Luo Xiaoyan! My heart leaped into my throat.

The foreshadowing of his flirtatious behavior had gone around in circles, but it turned out to be exactly what he was referring to. I tried to calm myself down. "Is there anything I must, or am obligated to, tell you about this?"

"Of course,"

Boss Qiu paused, "this is your private life, and I have no right to interfere, but..."

"But what? I don't understand what you're saying?"

I deliberately interrupted Boss Qiu. In a battle of wits between two men, you can't afford to lose face.

"Heh, could it be that Mr. Nan has other romantic opportunities?"

Boss Qiu's tone was unmistakably sarcastic. "I understand, I understand, men all have that kind of thing. Of course, I can't control what else I'm talking about, nor do I have the right to comment, but Mr. Nan knows which one I'm referring to. I hope Mr. Nan will be lenient and stop bothering with this matter."

"Tell me clearly which one?"

Of course, I knew in my heart which one it was, but now I had to hear it with my own ears.

"Alright, since you insist I say it, I'll say it."

Boss Qiu looked me straight in the eye, knowing he couldn't afford to lose in terms of presence. "It's about that model contestant you chose, Miss Luo Xiaoyan. Mr. Nan, you certainly have good taste."

And just like that, I instantly understood. Luo Xiaoyan had most likely... fallen into the clutches of this incredibly wealthy and famous Boss Qiu.

I never imagined that even Xiaoyan, with her pure smile more beautiful than any wildflower in the mountains, wouldn't escape this fate.

Xiaoyan, what happened to you? A hidden agenda? Or something else? Coercion or...? A sudden wave of sorrow washed over me.

I knew that to a heavyweight like Boss Qiu, Ning Zhufu was like an ant as light as a feather.

The current situation was an ant fighting a crocodile for a woman. Damn it, I felt a deep sigh of despair.

But my expression couldn't betray any of my sorrow or distress. I feigned nonchalance and gave a dismissive snort: "Even if that's true, why can't I keep bothering you? What's it to you? What right do you have to order me around like this?"

I asked deliberately, trying to glean more clues from Boss Qiu's words to uncover the truth.

I needed to know what Boss Qiu had done to Luo Xiaoyan! I desperately wanted to see my pitiful Xiaoyan—I knew Luo Xiaoyan wasn't the kind of girl who could win someone's heart with money alone.

"I can't tell you the reason, and I'm not giving an order, just advice!"

Boss Qiu offered me a cigar again. His tone carried an air of authority.

I refused the cigar while defiantly challenging Boss Qiu's imposing manner: "What if I refuse?"

Boss Qiu stared at me intently for a moment before finally putting down the cigar, then clapped his hands sharply. Dao Ba, holding something, suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Dao Ba is holding a stack of photos!

Holy crap, what's he doing? Did he take some kind of explicit photos of me or something?

Boss Qiu gestured for Dao Ba to spread the stack of photos on the coffee table, then said softly, "Mr. Nan, take a look for yourself."

Unsurprisingly, the photos only featured two main figures: Ning the Cook and Luo Xiaoyan. Some showed me affectionately feeding Luo Xiaoyan steak in the restaurant, while another was a passionate kiss between us in the rain in the mountains!

Damn it, wasn't this what happened today? So that's why Luo Xiaoyan was so distracted today; that's why she suggested going to the suburbs—she already had a premonition of being followed—and the truth is, my date with Luo Xiaoyan was followed the entire time!

Damn it, playing these tricks on me, Boss Qiu! The only consolation is that these aren't exactly explicit photos, but they're more than enough to be considered passionate pictures.

I was furious. This was intolerable! I immediately raised my voice: "Ha! I didn't expect Boss Qiu to have such a skilled tracker among his men, leaving me completely unaware. But this is going too far, Boss Qiu! It's not something someone of your status would do."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nan, I know this method is somewhat unethical, but I anticipated that Mr. Nan wouldn't readily accept my advice, so I resorted to this tactic, it was truly a last resort. If Mr. Nan gives up now, that's fine, but if..."

"Then what do you want?"

"I know,"

Boss Qiu deliberately paused, lighting a cigar, "I know Mr. Nan has a beautiful wife, and I've heard that Mrs. Nan is as beautiful as a flower. If I send this photo to Mrs. Nan..."

Damn, such an old-fashioned method! I almost choked on my laughter when Boss Qiu said this with such a shrewd expression. This is just too damn dark humor! You wouldn't believe it, not to mention feeding and kissing Luo Xiaoyan, even the things I did in bed with Luo Xiaoyan are known to Madam Nan perfectly well. You still don't know that my first time with Luo Xiaoyan was with my wife's permission and encouragement.

It's not that I don't know, this world is too strange, Boss Qiu, you've encountered a real oddball in this couple.

I was secretly amused, but I couldn't show it. Besides, the truth of the matter was still shrouded in mystery. Right now, all I needed to do was keep Boss Qiu calm until I saw Luo Xiaoyan and understood the situation before making a decision.

I immediately feigned a terrified expression, making Boss Qiu see me as a wilted eggplant, and then said in a submissive tone, "Okay, then, give me some time to think about it, okay?"

"No problem, I know Mr. Nan is a reasonable person. Actually, I've always admired Mr. Nan's talent and respect you very much. I don't want this matter to interfere with our friendship. After all, we're still brothers." Damn,

Boss Qiu is quite adept at using the carrot and stick approach. I then replied with a soft but firm tone, "I only have one request: under any circumstances, Luo Xiaoyan must be well. If you harm Luo Xiaoyan in any way, it's not a matter of whether we're still brothers or not. Don't blame me for being impolite then!"

I said this with a sense of tragic heroism, because I knew this was an ant challenging a crocodile.

"Mr. Nan, you're overthinking it. In my eyes, just like you, Luo Xiaoyan is a very lovely girl,"

Boss Qiu said meaningfully.

Then I jumped up and immediately said goodbye. Boss Qiu knew today wasn't the time to keep me, so he just told me to wait a moment while Dao Ba brought out a large bag of cigars he had prepared. "Just a little something, nothing special, genuine Cuban."

Pshaw! I didn't even glance at it and turned to walk out the door. Who cares about your cigars now!

Once outside, I suddenly felt that Caribbean scent I'd been craving waft over. What was I here for today? A cigar review? Damn, I'd only smoked half a cigar! I'd really lost out! I was going to continue my battle with Boss Qiu, so I might as well smoke such fine cigars!

I immediately turned back inside, blurting out a question that even made Dao Ba laugh: "Where are my cigars?"

After I left with my cigars, I firmly refused Dao Ba's offer to drive me home. I hailed a taxi, and as soon as I got out, I took out my phone and dialed Luo Xiaoyan's number.

Luo Xiaoyan's phone was off...

I immediately turned the taxi towards Luo Xiaoyan's apartment.

A series of knocks on the door were met with no answer...

Frustrated, I had no choice but to go home. I was truly dejected, my heart pounding the whole way, my mind filled with Luo Xiaoyan's melancholy gaze from earlier that day...

When I got home, I saw Ning Hui hunched over her laptop, writing furiously.

"Still not asleep, honey?"

I went over and hugged her from behind, asking affectionately.

"Sleep? I won't be able to sleep tonight anyway,"

Ning Hui said wearily, snuggling close to me in a pleading manner.

"What's wrong?"

I looked at what Ning Hui was doing on her laptop; she was translating something.

“There are a lot of documents that need to be translated for Mr. Wang’s trip abroad. I’m translating them now.”

“Oh, why didn’t you say so earlier?”

I glanced at the documents on Ning Hui’s laptop; they were some business cooperation and project introductions. With my English level, it was no problem. “Come on, my dear wife, take a rest. This is such a small task, why bother you?”

I pretended to push Ning Hui away and moved the laptop in front of me.

“Hehe, then I’m really going to sleep. There’s so much to do at the company after my few days off, I’m exhausted!”

Ning Hui knew my English level, which was why she felt comfortable letting me do it.

“Hehehe, you just go on your free trip. America!”

I deliberately dragged out the last syllable of America.

“Hmph, I didn’t say I had to go!”

Even as she said that, Ning Hui didn’t forget to give me a sweet kiss on the cheek before going to wash up: “Thank you, my husband is so good.”

Thank me for what? Was it for helping her translate tonight, or for encouraging her to go to America on business?

Ning Hui's happiness, in any state, always fills me with a sense of bliss, especially knowing that her happiness stems from me.

This moment was no exception. Soon, I watched Ning Hui drift off to sleep in bed. Although the work I was doing was tiring, the thought that I was doing it for my wife made me feel like a busy but happy bee.

Speaking of which, this translation work was damn tiring; I didn't finish until dawn…

The next day, Ning Hui went to work as usual. I took a nap in the morning, and in the afternoon, I went to the newspaper office to handle some work-related matters, then went to Boss Qiao's office to discuss national affairs for two hours. During this time,

I kept trying to contact Luo Xiaoyan by text message or phone, but the result was always "out of service" or "switched off," and no reply to my texts.

Damn it, she's disappeared again?

"That damn Boss Qiu, I'm not done with you!"

I thought angrily!

Before the troubling matter could be resolved, Ning Hui returned home that evening with red eyes, a look of worry and grievance on her face.

She had said she had a company dinner and wouldn't be home, but she came back looking like this.

"What's wrong, honey? Who bullied you?"

I pulled my wife, who had just returned and settled down, into my arms and asked,

"What's wrong?" "It's nothing, just a little trouble at work,"

Ning Hui replied with a faint smile.

I asked several more times, but Ning Hui always changed the subject, seemingly unwilling to talk about it. Then she turned on the TV and stared at the screen sullenly, I couldn't tell if she was actually watching or not.

If a direct approach didn't work, I'd try a more subtle one. I quickly sat down next to Ning Hui, picked up an apple from the coffee table, peeled it, and fed it to my wife piece by piece.

Ning Hui initially pouted, but after my persistent coaxing, she finally opened her mouth and took a few bites. I then tentatively started a conversation with her: "Has your handsome Zeng asked you out these past few days?"

"He asked today,"

Ning Hui replied quietly, biting her cute lips and the apple.

"Heh, then what are you doing at home?"

I grinned mischievously.

"Just because he asked me out doesn't mean I have to go! I'm not in the mood, I don't want to go!"

My wife's words today were barbed.

"Okay, okay, I won't go, I won't go. What's wrong today, honey? Who dares to mess with my wife? Tell my husband to deal with them!"

I kissed Ning Hui on the cheek.

Ning Hui's breathing became increasingly rapid; I could almost hear the wheezing from her lungs. "Don't be angry, don't be angry. What made my wife so angry?"

I quickly reached out and stroked Ning Hui's chest.

Suddenly, Ning Hui turned around and threw herself into my arms, bursting into tears!

"What's wrong, honey? Did someone really dare to bully you?"

I sensed the situation was serious and quickly pulled Ning Hui up, urgently asking, "Tell me, what happened?"

Ning Hui remained silent, only sobbing incessantly.

"Okay, if you won't tell me, I'll ask. Just nod or shake your head. Someone bullied you, was it someone from the company?"

Ning Hui nodded.

"Is it General Manager Wang?"

My heart leaped into my throat. Could it be that Boss Qiu, that crocodile, wasn't finished yet, and now I had to face another crocodile, General Manager Wang?

Ning Hui quickly shook her head.

Damn it, thank goodness!

Who else in the company was plotting against my wife? I immediately thought of that General Manager Zheng, so he was the one who wanted to pimp for that bank manager surnamed Feng and harm my wife. "General Manager Zheng?"

This time, Ning Hui neither shook her head nor nodded.

"Damn, so it was this kid? What did he do to you?"

I shook Ning Hui's shoulders anxiously. "Is it him?"

Ning Hui still didn't speak, first nodding, then quickly shaking her head. I was really worried. "Then did he pimp for that bank manager surnamed Feng again?"

This time, Ning Hui nodded, biting her lip.

Damn it! Last time, Ning Hui firmly turned me away, so he still had his eye on my wife? "

What did he do to you?"

Ning Hui rubbed her red eyes, her lips still clenched, unable to speak.

"Say something! What happened? Don't panic, honey!"

Ning Hui, seeing my anxious expression, finally stammered out the story. Apparently, General Manager Zheng had tricked Ning Hui into going to dinner again under the pretense of a company business dinner. Ning Hui hadn't expected to be taken to Manager Feng's place again. This time, that pig surnamed Feng dared to lay a hand on my wife! Ning Hui fought back fiercely and threatened to call the police before she managed to break free.

Hearing this, I, Ning Hui, was instantly enraged, practically spitting fire. I was determined to go out that very night and settle scores with both Zheng and Feng. Seeing my furious state, Ning Hui was somewhat frightened and quickly pulled me back, telling me not to be impulsive. She said she hadn't suffered any real harm and would never trust General Manager Zheng again, just be more careful with them. Given

the situation, I couldn't confront my wife directly. So, I adopted a conciliatory attitude, coaxing her to wash up, get ready, and go to bed. But I knew I had to do something the next day.

Early the next morning...

The bank where Director Feng works is a large bank. I easily found its location, then flashed my newspaper business card, pretending to be on official business, and fooled the security guard and the receptionist. I went straight to Director Feng's office.

Corrupt officials like Director Feng wouldn't be at work this early. I patiently waited for this pig to arrive at his office with the air of a big boss, his hair slicked back. He was taken aback when he saw me standing by his office; he definitely didn't expect me to be there to settle scores.

When he opened the office door, I slipped in behind him.

"You...who are you looking for? Secretary Zhang, I don't think I have any appointments this morning?"

Director Feng was about to yell at his secretary outside when he saw I hadn't invited him in.

"I'm here uninvited. If you're not afraid of getting into trouble, you'd better close the door!"

Before the guy could even call for help, I preemptively made my point clear.

This pig must have something to hide, doing a lot of shady things behind the scenes. Hearing my threat, and not knowing who I am, he probably fell for some trick. He quickly scurried the door shut, saying, "Let's talk this out. Come, sit down. What brings you here, sir?" Damn

, I finally got a good look around the room. Only these corrupt officials' offices have that kind of grandeur and luxury. They squander the people's money, their offices are as big as the large open-plan office in our newspaper. Everywhere you look, there's a glittering, opulent decoration and a pretentious sense of institutional authority. Just thinking about their rotten souls makes me, with my righteous indignation, feel like vomiting.

"Listen,"

I cleared my throat, "I only have a few words to say, and I'll leave after I finish!"

Then I pointed my finger at the man surnamed Feng's nose and said, word by word, "Today, as a citizen with a sense of justice and as Ning Hui's husband, I am formally and solemnly warning you: please stay away from Ning Hui from now on, and stop thinking about taking advantage of respectable women. If something like last night happens again, I won't be as polite to you as I am today! I hope you can understand human language!"

After saying that, I glanced at the pig-headed man who seemed to be standing there dumbfounded, turned around, and slammed the door shut as I left.

As I left, I thought to myself, "Damn it, they think I have a cuckold fetish, that I've let other men sleep with my wife? Any man can sleep with my wife now?" I could imagine that the pig surnamed

Feng,

used to bullying his subordinates in that office, was probably feeling incredibly resentful and frustrated. He was probably grinding his teeth, his chest heaving like a bellows. And his face, instead of turning liver, was turning a deep purplish-red. As I left,

I felt light on my feet. I felt like I was Batman, walking through this concrete jungle of the system, fighting bravely against those parasites who mainly prey on ordinary people and respectable women. I've never given a damn about the system. What's the system anyway? A bank manager is nothing to me? If you mess with my wife, I'll chop off your dick too!

Perhaps Ning was blinded by his own heroism at this moment, not realizing that the newspaper he worked for, which was heavily influenced by the government, was actually a damn corrupt organization within the system.

Normally, Ning, a cook who always speaks with clear logic, couldn't care less about such things at this moment. So what if he's in the system?

Ning had his own brilliant explanation: "If I'm in the system, I'm at most an undercover agent."

As I was about to leave the bank, I caught a glimpse of the receptionist I'd had a little chat with when I came in. She was smiling at me with a sly grin. She was quite pretty, really. I was wondering if becoming a hero meant women just came pouring in like water from a tap. I was about to return the favor with a Chow Yun-fat-esque smile when her alluring gaze swept over me, then passed over my shoulder. Then I heard her wave behind me and call out in a coquettish voice, "Hi, good morning, Manager Liu!"

I turned around and saw a middle-aged, pot-bellied man, practically a carbon copy of that pig-headed guy surnamed Feng, grinning at the receptionist. His eyes were clearly lecherous…

Damn, are all the managers at this bank like this?

For almost the entire next day, I was immersed in a strange excitement, unable to calm down. Although rushing into Feng's office to warn him was somewhat outrageous and impulsive, I was actually unusually calm inside. I knew that Feng was still up to no good; in my hometown dialect, this was called "slapping his skin," meaning hurting his dignity. I figured he'd definitely think of some way to get revenge.

Although I don't know how to spell the word "fear," it's never wrong to be wary of him.

I decided not to tell Ning Hui about what happened today. Women always like to make a fuss. Whether I get my wife's praise for my heroic act or let her feel her husband's mountain-like protection is secondary; it's no fun if my wife is constantly worrying about this and that.

It was almost time to leave work, and I was just about to call my wife to ask if she was coming home for dinner so I could fulfill my duty as a cook, when Ning Hui called first: "Honey, Beifang asked me out again, saying he'd jump into the river if he didn't see me soon. I'm going tonight, he's been pestering me for days, it's so annoying."

"Hehehe, annoying? Really? You haven't seen your little sweetheart for days, you must miss him."

I thought to myself, women aren't women if they don't say one thing and mean another, so I quickly nodded like a chicken pounding garlic on the other end of the phone, "Go ahead, darling, you've seemed down these past few days, go have some fun."

"Go, you're so silly. I'm going now, honey. I'll be back early."

Ning Hui's voice on the other end of the phone clearly had a softer, more charming quality.

"Hehe,"

I chuckled mischievously, "I'm waiting for you to come back, wife, and then your husband will fuck you again."

"You're bad! Kiss your husband."

"Kiss your baby."

Hanging up the phone, I felt a surge of secret joy. Not only would my wife have a blast tonight, but I wouldn't have to cook either. So I hastily made myself a few noodles to tide me over, then turned on my computer, logged onto QQ, and prepared to write some articles for the newspaper.

Meanwhile, Zeng Beifang, who hadn't seen Sister Ning for the past few days, was already eagerly waiting for my wife. He was waiting impatiently on the roadside not far from Ning Hui's company, and as soon as Ning Hui's car pulled up, he hopped in.

Naturally, tonight's three-part date between my wife and her lover, if I'm not mistaken, would be dinner, a movie, and fucking.

As expected, the two chose a quiet restaurant and found a secluded corner. What they ate wasn't important anymore; what mattered was the space that the seclusion provided for them to be intimate. After all, it's an affair that's neither legitimate nor openly committed, and the thrill of the affair is what makes it interesting. A little bit of ambiguity during the meal is inevitable. I've witnessed those scenes firsthand. Beifang is either holding my wife's hand or with his arm around her shoulder, occasionally feeding Ning Hui a dish—I've used this trick on Xiao Yanzi too—even the usually unappetizing Xiao Yanzi was fed a large steak by me. This trick works wonders on women.

At this moment, Ning Hui still seems to have a heavy heart, and she's not really focused on the food. It's Beifang's boyish care that gives his wife his usual attentive affection. This guy can't be as witty and joking as her husband, Ning, but his youthful and infectious charm is still very comforting, Ning Hui must think so.

"Sister Ning Hui, you haven't paid any attention to me these past few days, I've missed you so much! If you don't talk to me soon, I'm going to jump into the river!"

Zeng Beifang moved over from the seat opposite him, half-embracing Ning Hui's slender waist, his words as sweet as honey.

"Go away, little brat, you're just trying to fool me. Jumping into the river if I can't see you? Do you think you're fooling a three-year-old?"

Ning Hui retorted, her waist gently held by Beifang, her body twisting slightly, perfectly displaying a coy and alluring demeanor.

"Really, last night, I dreamt... I dreamt about you."

Zeng Beifang said this with absolute certainty, as if afraid she wouldn't believe that Sister Ning was the woman of his dreams.

"Heh, is it that exaggerated? It's only been a few days."

Ning Hui said this, but being pampered by a man like this, any woman would feel a sweet warmth in her heart.

If this man who pampered her wasn't her husband, wouldn't there be a touch more excitement and intimacy in addition to the sweetness?

"Seriously, if I don't see you for a day, I... I feel uneasy, like I've lost my soul."

Zeng Beifang spoke honestly, revealing his boyish frankness.

"Hmph, shameless! Is it really possible to miss someone else's wife that much?"

Ning Hui seemed to be teasing Zeng Beifang on one hand, and reminding him of his status on the other.

Ning Hui's sudden remark made Zeng Beifang feel a pang of reality, coupled with the melancholy of "I was born to someone who is already married."

But then again, Zeng Beifang, you need to understand this: don't think that just because your Ning sister has accepted you as her lover and seems to enjoy your relationship, she would marry you—a handsome but still immature young man—if she were unmarried. When looking for a husband, you should look for a mature man like Ning Zhufu.

Look at Ning, the cook, radiating a world-weary wisdom and a heart as vast as the sky, capable of sending his wife to another man's bed. That's the kind of husband a happy woman needs.

A good lover isn't necessarily a good husband, and vice versa.

A lover for a time, a husband for a lifetime. For Ning, Ning Hui is the woman of his life, and no one can take that away.

Zeng, you're still too green.

Ning Hui noticed Zeng Beifang's slightly stunned embarrassment and quickly comforted him, "Are you angry? You know I have a husband, that's a fact, okay? Don't be angry. Here, let me feed you."

With that, Ning Hui, in a rather womanly manner, picked up some food with her chopsticks to feed Beifang. Seeing that he was still standing there without opening his mouth, she deliberately changed the subject by raising her voice slightly, "Oh, you're really angry? You little brat have quite a temper, hehe, what did you dream about last night?"

This emboldened Zeng Beifang. He opened his mouth and swallowed the food Ning Hui had picked up, even biting the chopsticks in his mouth, as if he wanted to vent all the jealousy he had felt towards Ning Hui's husband. He leaned close to Ning Hui's ear and said fiercely, "I dreamt that in my dream I... I wanted you so badly, I wanted you nonstop!"

"Ha, you rascal!"

Ning Hui groaned, a blush spreading across her face...

While my wife was cuddling with her lover in the restaurant, I quickly typed out a few articles at home and sent them to the newspaper editor. I stretched and subconsciously checked my QQ to see if any literary giants were online.

Haha, Zeng Dashen is here.

My heart leaped with joy. I hadn't contacted Zeng Dashen for the past few days since returning from my road trip, and now I'd finally caught her.

"Honey, what are you doing? Are you home? I've missed you so much."

I typed a string of words. Now, talking to Zeng Dashen felt much more carefree. After all, I've already fucked her asshole, how could I not treat her like family?

Then, Zeng Dashen replied on QQ, which almost made me choke: "Hello, this is Mei Mei's husband. Mei Mei is taking a shower

right now." What's going on? These two have reached the point where they can't tell male from female on QQ anymore? I quickly grabbed the teacup next to me and took a sip to calm myself down, but then this guy sent another string of words that almost made me spit the tea I was still holding onto the computer screen. This guy said: "Hehe, if I'm not mistaken, this should be Brother Lu Gong." Holy

crap, did you hear that? Calling me Brother Lu Gong? This guy is really funny, humorous but a bit dry. However, that "Brother Lu" instantly shortened the distance between me and this cuckolded man.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be Mei Mei's husband. I offended your wife earlier, please forgive me."

"Hehe, not at all. Mei Mei has mentioned you to me a lot. She also told me she misses you terribly."

This guy seems to be the type who can say anything, and he seems to know Ning Zhufu's love for banter and witty remarks very well. His words are all in the style of "everything is understood without saying a word.

" "Hehe, really? When did you say that?"

I got excited too.

"Last night. Want to know where and under what circumstances you said it?"

"Hmm, what was it?"

"In my bed at home, when we were making love."

Holy crap, this couple is too galivible! This is equivalent to me telling President Wang or Zeng Beifang and Ning Hui that I miss them while I'm under them and sucking their cock!

Look at the level and skill of their cuckoldry. I felt a wave of shame.

"Haha, I'm so flattered by your wife's kind words, I'm truly ashamed."

I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I could only laugh awkwardly.

"Actually, I should thank you for bringing joy to my wife."

Zeng Meimei's husband's words immediately touched me deeply. This happy life doesn't need thanks to the Party and the government; thanking the man whose wife cheated on him is the real virtue.

"Brother, your words really move me. I understand, everything is understood without words. I'll definitely treat you to a good drink sometime."

"Hehe, there will be a chance. We'll definitely drink to our hearts' content. Meimei's here, you two chat." "

Hehe, it's settled then."

This cuckolded husband and the cuckolded husband's planned drink was thus casually arranged. These few words from Zeng Meimei's husband had unknowingly built a bridge of understanding and communication between them. Judging from this guy's speaking style, he was concise and to the point, without any unnecessary beating around the bush—the kind of approach that suited Ning's tastes. Now it seems he's not only seduced someone's wife, but also forming a comrade-like friendship with her husband. This immediately reminds me of a song called "A Loving Family."

"Hehe, how embarrassing! Trying to seduce someone's wife, I didn't expect to run into her husband!"

This time it seems the mother has appeared; Zeng Daxia is on QQ.

"Yeah, I really didn't expect it to be your husband. I was quite startled at first."

"You were really startled? My husband and I know each other's QQ passwords and log into each other's QQ often. He knew it was you, that's why he started talking to you. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to chat with someone so casually."

"Exactly, he accurately identified me as Lu Gong right away. Your husband has a bit of a sense of humor."

"Hehe, he knows you perfectly well."

I was about to ask if this girl had said she missed me while she was under her husband yesterday, but before I could finish my sentence, Zeng Meimei's QQ sent another message: "Why are you so free tonight? Where's Ning Hui? Oh, Beifang called and told me that Sister Ning hasn't been talking to him these past few days, and he's worried sick."

"That's right, Ning Hui has been saying that Beifang asked her out these past few days, but she said she was too tired from work to go. But right now, she's on a date!"

"Oh, really? So, you're not all alone at home?"

"Yeah, I'm so pitiful."

"Hehe, do you want to come over?"

Zeng Meimei's message really startled me.

"Where are you coming from?"

"My house."

"Damn, coming to your house? You, me, your husband, and I... a threesome?"

"If you dare come, I dare to do it. It's not like I haven't done it before."

"You're doing a threesome? With whom?"

"I'm not telling you."

This girl even added a pouting emoji after saying that. "Are you coming or not? Don't be so indecisive like a girl."

This Zeng Daxia is really bold enough, inviting men to her house for a threesome! This invitation immediately excited me, making me feel a little horny. But then I thought, what if Ning Hui comes home and finds the Ning Mansion deserted? I've never done anything like that before. Generally speaking, when a wife comes home after cheating, the husband should greet her warmly with a smile and give her the warmest embrace. That's what a good cuckolded husband should do.

This put me in a bit of a dilemma. After a moment's thought, I reluctantly declined Zeng Daxia's alluring invitation: "Next time. I promised Ning Hui I'd wait for her to come home today. Next time, I'll definitely come and have a good time with your husband."

"Sigh, your wife's out with her lover, and you, the husband, have to stay home and watch. Ning Hui is so lucky to have married such a perfect husband."

I love hearing that! "Same here, your husband's the same, don't take your good fortune for granted."

"That's true, I never thought Ning Hui and I, sisters, would both marry the same kind of scoundrels."

"Don't try to be nice while you're at it. What do you mean by 'birds of a feather flock together'? You've seen what a great man is now."

"Haha, alright, you're all great men. To show your greatness, you should look at the kind of wives you married! If we didn't go along with your ways, what would be your greatness?"

Going along with your ways means agreeing to have illicit relations with other men. Well, isn't this still taking advantage and then acting innocent? This Zeng Meimei is really quick-witted; she can make anything seem round, and even a pig seem like it can fly.

"Heh, to be honest, I've actually missed you these past few days. Did you miss me?"

"Missed me for what?"

Zeng Meimei added a kissing emoji to this. It looked very ambiguous and comfortable.

"You know what I mean. Your husband just told me that you said you missed me when you were making love with him last night. What did you say?"

Then Zeng Daxia blurted out, quite boldly, "Hehe, I said I really wanted Lu Gong to fuck me, I really wanted your big... cock."

Damn, Zeng Daxia, can you be honest? My cock isn't big at all...

After dinner, Ning Hui and Bei Fang tacitly skipped the second part—going to see a movie or something. Bei Fang, of course, was eager to fuck his Ning sister's pussy. As for Ning Hui, although she and her husband hadn't been intimate for several days since their road trip due to various reasons, it was impossible not to be tempted by her lover's beautiful and powerful penis right in front of her. However, she had been quite tired from work lately, and her mood had been somewhat turbulent, unlike the carefree and unrestrained state of mind she had during the road trip.

Therefore, Ning Hui wanted to finish quickly and go home.

Besides, agreeing to meet with Bei Fang today was also a way of considering his feelings. After all, her wife, while not exactly an empress, was certainly a kind and gentle woman, understanding and tender towards her husband and lover alike.

The two quickly returned to Zeng Beifang's rented apartment. As soon as they entered, Beifang eagerly embraced Ning Hui and launched into a passionate kiss. His tongue expertly explored Ning Hui's lips, swirling and churning within them. Ning Hui initially returned the kiss passionately, sucking on Beifang's tongue firmly. However, she gradually became breathless from Beifang's increasingly fervent response, struggling and letting out soft moans before taking a deep breath. Then, Ning Hui looked around and, seeing the room's disarray, began to scold, "Ugh, look at your room, clothes scattered everywhere! Don't you know how to tidy up?"

As she spoke, Ning Hui pulled away from Beifang's embrace and began to gather the clothes and clutter.

"Ah, Sister Ning Hui, how can I let you do this? I'll tidy up myself. I'm sorry. I... I'm usually too busy with work, so..."

Zeng Beifang, feeling quite embarrassed, quickly stopped Ning Hui.

"Being busy at work is no excuse. Let's just tidy up a bit today. If the room is this messy again, I won't come here again."

Ning Hui said sternly, but her tone was very gentle.

On this point, I have to say something about Zeng Beifang. Back when Ning Zhufu first brought your sister Ning back to our place, I made sure the room was spotless and tidy. That small detail alone explains why Ning Zhufu is your sister Ning's husband, while you can only be her lover.

In about ten minutes, the two of them tidied up the room. Women are indeed skillful; with such a simple tidying up, the room instantly looked much cleaner and more comfortable.

At this moment, Ning Hui's irresistibly charming coquettishness kicked in. She breathed softly, her breath sweet after a day's work, and said, "Tell me, what did you bring a girl to your house for? How could she be in the mood in that environment?"

Her flirtatious display was absolutely captivating. Her masterful control of push and pull was so natural that Zeng Beifang was completely mesmerized. His adrenaline surged, and he pulled Ning Hui into his arms again, kissing her passionately. This time, his hands weren't as restrained as before. One hand slipped inside Ning Hui's thin blouse and began to caress her, while the other reached behind her back to unhook her bra.

"Mmm,"

Zeng Beifang's intense kisses were incredibly powerful. Soon, Ning Hui was completely limp in Zeng Beifang's arms, her eyes glazed, emitting soft, hesitant moans. "Hmm, you're too impatient. Let's... take a shower first, okay?"

Ning's breast was already half exposed, held in Zeng Beifang's hands.

Ning Hui's suggestion to shower meant that after their four-person road trip, taking a shower together was now the norm.

Zeng Beifang happily scooped up Ning Hui and ran towards the bathroom. His size and strength certainly paid off; the way he carried my wife was like he was holding a little hen.

A moment later, the showerhead sprayed steaming water, and under the shower, the two naked bodies, half showering and half intimately embracing, were locked in a sticky embrace. They were all exceptionally handsome men and beautiful women, embracing naked amidst the misty spray, creating a visually stunning and impactful scene. "Mmm, so beautiful, Sister Ning Hui,"

Zeng Beifang said, using shower gel to wash Ning Hui's flawless, satin-like body while passionately kissing her, whispering sweet nothings. "Last night I dreamt of making love with you, I..."

"What's wrong?"

Ning Hui's voice trembled slightly in the intimate and erotic atmosphere.

"Mmm, feel it,"

Zeng Beifang said, pulling Ning Hui's hand towards his lower body.

"Wow! So hard."

Ning Hui involuntarily gasped the moment her fingertips touched his beautifully erect, hook-like penis.

At this moment, Zeng Beifang's penis was fully erect and pointing straight up. Ning Hui's delicate hand caressed it.

"It was like this the whole time last night when I dreamt we were making love, and then... then I even ejaculated in my dream."

Damn, she's such a carefree young man, she even had a wet dream!

"Mmm,"

Zeng Beifang wondered what his wife felt hearing such a handsome young man have a wet dream for him. She let out a soft moan, her eyes filled with tenderness and allure. Then, to Zeng Beifang's surprise, she knelt down, half-kneeling in front of him, and took a good look at his erect penis, perhaps imagining how this beautiful hook would bring him to another peak of pleasure. He felt a throbbing in his lower body, and a sticky wetness appeared between his legs.

Then, with a parted mouth, the large hook plunged into Ning Hui's mouth.

This was quite something! Within half a cup of tea's time, Zeng Beifang was panting heavily under Ning Hui's tongue.

My wife's oral skills are getting better and better these days, Zeng Beifang's penis was thrusting in and out of Ning Hui's mouth and you could even see the veins. This guy then looked like he couldn't hold back any longer and burst out his words from Ning Hui's mouth, pulled her up and turned her over, and wanted to thrust his penis into his sister Ning's flower from behind.

"No, no... not here."

Ning Hui said quickly. Although sex in the bathroom was exciting, Ning Hui seemed to be tired lately and needed a comfortable enjoyment and release.

Zeng Beifang quickly dried their bodies with a towel and carried Ning Hui's naked body to the bedroom.

"Condom... condom..." Ning Hui still called out habitually when Zeng Beifang had just inserted his penis into Ning Hui's body.

"Hmm,"

Zeng Beifang hesitated, "Last time, I didn't use it... Sister Ning Hui."

"You have to use a condom... you can't always be so lucky."

Ning Hui said in a commanding tone.

Zeng Beifang dared not disobey his sister Ning's wishes, so he quickly put on the condom and successfully inserted himself. He had barely finished his quick thrusts inside Ning's long-desired vagina when Ning Hui's soft moans began to rise. Just then, Ning Hui's phone rang.

Ning Hui picked it up, quickly gestured for Beifang to stop and remain silent, then said into the phone, "Hello, Mr. Wang."

What's going on? Mr. Wang is calling at this hour? Mr.

Wang's voice came through the phone: "Ning Hui, are you home? Is it convenient? I'd like to invite you out for coffee. Also, I'd like to cram some everyday English conversation with you; I need to prepare for my upcoming overseas business trip." Holy

crap, cramming at the last minute? He probably just wants to woo your goddaughter, sly old fox.

Ning Hui glanced subconsciously at Zeng Beifang, who was still naked and entwined with her, his penis still gently twitching inside her. A hint of panic flickered in her eyes. She

bit her lip hard, as if using great force, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I'm already asleep. I'm not feeling well either. Maybe next time."

She wasn't sure if Mr. Wang understood her excuse, but his voice on the phone was exactly the same as before, still very calm: "Oh, then take your medicine and get some rest. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Mr. Wang,"

Ning Hui replied, her long eyelashes obscuring her upper lip, her voice almost inaudible.

Ning Hui hung up the phone thoughtfully, her expression somewhat wistful. Whether Zeng Beifang noticed something amiss or not, he bluntly asked, "Mr. Wang, is that Mr. Wang from your company?"

"Yes."

"Inviting you out for coffee so late, Sister Ning Hui, he wouldn't be after you like this, would he?"

"Kid, don't talk nonsense."

Ning Hui said, but a barely perceptible bitter smile appeared on her lips. To cover up her embarrassment, Ning Hui saw Zeng Beifang lying motionless on top of her like he was doing push-ups, and said in a rather ridiculous way, "Continue, what are you waiting for?"

Now that Zeng Beifang had received his permission, he dared to go all out, twisting his hips, and letting the hook that had been hanging in mid-air for so long, having mustered all its strength, begin to thrust into Ning Hui's body, from light to heavy, from slow to fast, with a series of crackling sounds.

After a while, Ning Hui's soft, continuous moans finally echoed in the room, matching the rhythm of Zeng Beifang's thrusts...

When Ning Hui returned home that evening, she was exhausted and still looked preoccupied. I only briefly inquired about the date, unable to fulfill my promise to my wife made on the phone that afternoon to come back and continue having sex with her.

Ning Hui didn't tell me about Mr. Wang's invitation to coffee.

The next day, my main task was still trying to contact Luo Xiaoyan, but the result was the same as yesterday—nothing came of it. This made me a little anxious and frustrated. Just then, at noon, an old foreign friend of mine invited me to his birthday party that evening.

This foreigner was Italian, married to a local woman, and owned an interior design company; he had settled in the city. I happily accepted his invitation.

Of course, it's customary to bring your wife to such occasions; foreigners all like that. I thought Ning Hui had been feeling down these past few days, so it would be a good opportunity to take her out to relax. I called early to confirm that my wife would attend the party that evening as Mrs. Nan.

Haha, I'm used to calling her "Mrs. Nan," so it feels a bit awkward to say it occasionally. But Ning Hui is very happy to play the role of "Mrs. Nan" in these social situations, giving me a lot of face. You know, bringing such a beautiful and intelligent wife to such a public occasion would make any man feel proud.

That evening, we went as planned. The party was held at a small bar. I knew many of the foreigners there. I led my beautiful "Mrs. Nan" around the party in a rather ostentatious manner, saying "how are you," "nice to meet you," "long time no see," etc., until my mouth was dry before I finished greeting these blond-haired foreigners. Just then, a tall, thin foreigner suddenly rushed up to us and yelled at Ning Hui, "Hey, how are you, do you remember me?"

Ning Hui stood there stunned for a long time.

But I recognized him immediately—it's "Ribery," the one who runs the French bakery on the pedestrian street.

Seeing that Ning Hui didn't seem to recognize him, "Ribery" started making martial arts gestures while continuing to shout in broken Chinese, "Don't you remember me? Your boyfriend was really good last time, Jackie Chan's kung fu!"

Ning Hui then remembered that he was referring to the time in front of the French bakery on the pedestrian street when some thugs harassed her, and Blackie (Libery's nickname) quickly and easily beat them up.

Afterwards, "Ribery" even gave Ning Hui a bag of bread without charging her.

Hearing "Ribery" still insisting that Blackie was her boyfriend, Ning Hui panicked. Was this foreigner missing something? She had already told him Blackie wasn't her boyfriend.

Ning Hui quickly pulled me over and placed me close to "Ribery": "That man, Jack Chen, is not my boyfriend."

Then Ning Hui pointed at me, "This man is my husband, understand?"

"Understood."

Then "Ribery" continued to chat enthusiastically with me in broken Chinese.

My wife had finally met someone she knew, if that counted as acquaintance. The two began a seemingly lively conversation about trivial matters.

Just then, my phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number. I quickly went to a quiet corner to answer it, and sure enough, it was an unfamiliar voice.

A young woman, sounding very anxious: "Mr. Nan? Where are you? I want to see you now."

"May I ask who you are?"

I was somewhat surprised, wondering if I had dialed the wrong number.

"Mr. Nan, you must have a bad memory. I'm Zhou Tingting."

"Oh, Miss Qiu, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. What's up?"

"Of course I have something to say, but I need to say it in person. It's not convenient to explain over the phone."

"But I'm busy right now, can I leave tomorrow?"

"No, I have to see you immediately."

Zhou Tingting's tone left no room for argument.

Damn, did I run into a messenger or something? And the messenger was Miss Qiu, the daughter of Boss Qiu who had been missing for many years and whom Boss Qiu had gone to great lengths to create a modeling competition specifically for!

I've known Miss Qiu's temper before, and this messenger came so suddenly, she must be really in a hurry.

So I told Ning Hui that I had to go out to deal with some urgent business and would be back soon. After saying that, I quickly drove to the place Zhou Tingting had arranged to meet. When I left the bar, my wife and "Ribery" seemed to be having a lively conversation.

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