Sexual Affairs in Rice Village

Sexual Affairs in Rice Village
Old Nine was a heavy drinker.

This was common knowledge, even among women and children.

But Old Nine didn't know that while he leisurely sipped his wine, his wife had already removed her colorful underwear and was being subjected to Han Bao's passionate advances.

Old Nine was thirty; her rounded hips and full breasts made the village men drool.

Under the banyan tree by the village, the men, during the off-season, began to gossip about Old Nine, saying he was useless and that his wife was very flirtatious.

Han Bao, due to a slight mental disability, was given this nickname.

At this moment, Han Bao was full of energy, his entire body moving incessantly. Old Nine occasionally squeezed his member, making sounds that were hard to decipher—either moans or cries.

Han Bao knew that what excited him most was that large, thick member, akin to primitive animal mating, lacking the scenes often seen in erotic films.

A spasm escaped his lips, and Hanbao cried out, "Mommy..." There were no newspapers in the village, but various versions of news circulated repeatedly: Zhang Erleng and Ma San's wife had sex in the cornfield; Xiaoqin's mother and the waste bottle dealer had done it—I didn't care much about these "news."

I only cared whether my wife's nipples were the same as the ones she'd sucked last time.

My wife was a primary school teacher, completely different from the average village woman.

I always thought: my wife wouldn't be like Xiaoqin's mother, making me a cuckold.

Until I saw a pink condom in our room, and that milky white liquid—whose semen was it?

I always thought that having an intellectual wife could escape the long-standing custom in the village: if a wife had an affair, she'd pretend not to hear for the sake of the children.

I was furious.

That night, after the children fell asleep,

I climbed into bed, pulled down my wife's underwear, and without any foreplay or kissing, went straight in.

My wife started moaning. "

That son of a bitch, daring to do it behind my back!"

I thought.

Amidst a mix of anger and excitement, my wife started to feel overwhelmed, as she hadn't experienced such "violence" in years.

Ironically, during this retaliatory sex, I fantasized about being a hero blocking a bullet with my chest. My wife was losing control; the creaking of the bed and her moans carried over the wall.

Outside, Lao Jiu was undoubtedly listening and masturbating.

Lao Jiu had a habit, not many people knew, of eavesdropping on the sounds of a legally married couple having sex outside our house. I

learned of Lao Jiu's lust for my wife last year: I went back to my wife's parents' home; her younger brother had gotten a girl from the next village pregnant and needed me to bring some money back to settle things. I got up, traveled all day, and walked for half a day.

That evening, without informing my wife and children beforehand, I filed in under the starlight. Lao Jiu was sitting in the main room, slightly drunk, lecherously staring at my wife.

Seeing me return, he hurriedly explained: "I need to find some herbs with you."

I was a little annoyed, gave a casual greeting, and went to wash my feet in the yard.

As the saying goes, "Drunkenness makes the mind clear."

Old Jiu got up and left.

Thinking that Old Jiu was eavesdropping, I became even more excited.

Uncharacteristically, I laid my wife face down on the edge of the bed and entered her from behind. In six years of marriage, this was the first time I discovered that certain positions could stimulate every nerve. My wife was a little reluctant, after all, she's quite traditional.

I didn't care anymore.

I took off the condom and ejaculated directly.

The next day, my wife bought a vagina.

Days passed.

This small village, hard to find on a map, always operated smoothly. The town was carrying out new rural construction as required, and our village became a pilot village.

The village chief's sly smile behind the town mayor's secretary and the secretary's black bra became the talk of the village men.

As for the requirements for building the new rural area, the village chief probably didn't remember.

The men were thinking about how the mayor had voluptuous, shapely women, and how he had caressed slender figures.

Thankfully, such fantasies weren't a crime.

In some other era, she might have been the object of their affections.

The village chief was a high school graduate.

His wife left him early, supposedly because she cheated on him, running off with a man from Sichuan (Note: In our area, many Sichuan men buy wives; apparently, they can't find wives in their hometowns, so they come here to buy them. Of course, the village chief's wife was "abducted." I hope the Sichuanese reading this won't attack him or make regional attacks).

There's a saying: "A man at thirty is in his prime."

This describes the village chief like this: "A man at thirty is a blazing fire."

According to the accountant, whenever he goes to town, he always manages to release his pent-up desire.

The mayor took a walk around. Claiming to be an inspection, cameramen surrounded the moving crowds, sweating profusely. One female reporter even mingled with the people, chatting with neighbors. Good heavens, in this society, everything is just hype.

Erwa, riding on a cow, loudly recited the doggerel Lao Jiu had taught him: "The cow's liver, the horse's lungs, the man's belly—it's truly delicious!"

The female reporter blushed upon hearing this.

The subsequent television broadcast went like this: "To thoroughly implement the Party Central Committee and State Council's policy of [specific policy], the town mayor inspected the new rural construction in [specific village]." At this point, I thought: the mayor must be in his secretary's belly by now.

My wife still thought I knew nothing. After school, she cooked and cleaned, managing the household frugally, a true model of wifely love and motherhood.

I thought, how wonderful it would be if nothing had happened.

My son, understanding, would call me "Dad" this and "Dad," telling me the idiom "the frog in the well."

But the truth is the truth.

My wife has betrayed me.

That night, another round of lovemaking ensued.

Perhaps due to overwork last night, I lacked excitement.

After about ten minutes, I finished.

I'm the village's herbalist, and you might wonder how a farmer could have gotten together with a school teacher.

That's fate.

More importantly, my wife was already pregnant with my child before we became a couple. You could say I wanted to make it a fait accompli.

Because I felt a little inferior as a herbalist, and of course, my wife was just a substitute teacher with a high school diploma at the time.

Here, it's necessary to explain the roles of the various people in the village:

me, a farmer and herbalist, renowned throughout the surrounding area; my

wife, a primary school teacher;

and the village head, needless to say, city people call such figures "the top leader," responsible for politics, economics, and women.

Old Nine, mentioned at the beginning of the text, loves to drink a little and often leers at my wife and other attractive women in the village.

Ninth Sister-in-law is a middle-aged woman who frequently has sex with Hanbao in the fields.

Hanbao is a young man with intellectual disabilities; his presence or absence makes little difference in the village.

I've always been resentful of my wife's infidelity, but I can't find a way to address it. I can only endure it, suppressing my anger until it erupts like semen.

Lately, the village chief always has a smug smile when he sees me, as if he gets some satisfaction from what I've given him. He probably got some benefits from the Party's policies again. Many pro-agricultural policies and subsidies, after being distributed among leaders at the county, township, and village levels, leave very little for the farmers. It's like a river flowing into the sea; of course, if you go against the current, the farmers are at the top.

The village chief offered me a cigarette, saying the village was going to hold a meeting to consider raising funds to build some basic irrigation facilities for the farmland.

I said, "Didn't the town mayor say during his inspection that all the funds would be subsidized by the town?"

The village chief took a puff of his cigarette, looking thoughtful: "We can't just wait and rely on others!"

When he said this, the village chief was probably speaking from the perspective of a grassroots Party cadre.

I wondered, if he were on top of some woman, would he also say the Party is good?

Old Jiu, after drinking some wine, lay under the banyan tree by the village and told some dirty jokes to the cowherd:

A man went to a brothel, not having much money. According to the agreed terms: 10 yuan for the whole thing, 5 yuan for half, or 2 yuan for just the side.

He chose the 2-yuan option. This man was very skilled in the art of sex, so he rhythmically thrust into the woman's inner walls. After less than ten thrusts, the woman said: "Come in!"

Thus, the man successfully enjoyed a 10-yuan service for 2 yuan.

Old Jiu's conclusion was: "Doing anything requires skill.

" He probably meant "achieving twice the result with half the effort!"

The cowherd laughed heartily and sang: "A person's vagina has a lock, a pig's vagina has a broken gong that's gone."

Old Nine had always been a suspect in my eyes. I wondered if he was the one who cheated on me.

He grabbed me and asked for some folk remedies for male enhancement.

I initially wanted to refuse, but then I thought this was my chance for revenge, so I readily agreed.

Old Nine went to the street and bought a pair of dog testicles, and then, not forgetting to buy me a few pounds of pork. At a time when pork prices were ridiculously high, Old Nine's actions surprised me. You know, he's such a stingy person; he'd practically break a cigarette in half before smoking it.

It was probably to thank me for the herbal remedy I gave him: a pair of dog testicles, half a qian of hibiscus seeds, and a spoonful of honey.

If you replaced the honey with half a qian of Sichuan peppercorns, that would be a male enhancement remedy.

But I specifically told him to add a spoonful of honey, so his penis would basically be limp and unable to get erect.

For half a month, there were more sighs and less panting in Old Nine's and Sister-in-law's room.

I guessed that after Sister-in-law used Hanbao's penis, she wouldn't care much about Old Nine's erectile dysfunction.

I guessed that my wife and Old Nine wouldn't do it again.

Dazhu's daughter, Chunhua, graduated from technical school and stayed at home unemployed. Dazhu had tried several times to find Chunhua a job,

but to no avail. He came directly to me, thinking he could use his connections to help Chunhua find work.

Chunhua, an 18-year-old girl, was blossoming in the prime of her youth. Her breasts, rounded buttocks, slender waist, and rosy face constantly flashed before my eyes. Upon seeing

me, she kept calling me "Uncle."

I was overjoyed.

In the narrow-minded rural view of sex, I suddenly thought of doing something with this girl, and at that moment, my penis involuntarily stirred. Life went on like this. 　　Except during the busy farming season, we liked to visit each other, talking about the harvest and the soaring rice prices in the main room. 　　Under the banyan tree, we talked about whose new bride had a good figure, about our own wives' promiscuity in bed and their skills in the kitchen.

We never 　　tired of it. 　　Just as I was gloating over Lao Jiu's limp penis, I found a pubic hair on the bedsheet in the room—long, dark, curly, and thick. 　　My wife's pubic hair was a mixed yellow, soft and delicate. 　　As the saying goes, you have to catch someone in the act. 　　One dark and windy night, after taking my son to my mother-in-law's house, I quietly slipped back and hid behind the back wall, watching through the hole Lao Jiu was peeping through. 　　Summer mosquitoes swarmed, and I began to admire Lao Jiu's patience; he could stand motionless for an hour just to watch my wife and me mate. 　　The barking of the dogs at the village entrance was unusual; someone must be coming. 　　Sure enough, a dark shadow flashed past to my right. 　　My wife opened the door; it was Lao Jiu. He was drunk again, calling me by my name as soon as he came in, saying he wanted the two pounds of pork he bought back. 　　Seeing that it was my wife who opened the door, 　　he spoke softly, "Oh, it's sister-in-law, I've come to sit down. 　　" Judging from their conversation, Lao Jiu wasn't the one who lost his pubic hair. 　　So who could it be? 　　At 2 a.m., a rooster started crowing, followed by the braying of a donkey, and the village suddenly became restless. 　　Just as I was about to fall asleep, 　　our door creaked open. 　　A man walked right in, and my wife turned on the light. 　　That damn village chief. It was that damn village chief. He immediately took off his clothes and got into my bed. My wife cooperated fully, first caressing me before slowly entering. 　　Her wanton moans filled the room. " 　　Village chief, how's the transfer thing going?" " 　　Don't rush me. I promised you I would keep my word. I went to town today and found the deputy mayor in charge of education. With just a nod from him, there's nothing I can't do." " 　　Wait a little longer." 　　The village chief's penis was large and long, with thick, dark pubic hair. 　　My wife seemed to enjoy this encounter; her rosy nipples were being licked and sucked by the village chief, his movements rubbing against her vagina. 　　After more than ten minutes, the village chief took down the double pillow and placed it under his wife's waist. Her high genitals were supported by the pillow, and her swollen vulva came into the village chief's view. He became even more frenzied, thrusting rapidly, white fluid coating his penis, a puddle of fluid soaking the pillow. 　　I need to find an opportunity. From a traditional Chinese medicine perspective, a high degree of fright during intercourse can cause tension in future sexual encounters and even impotence. 　　I quietly took out my key, listening to the rhythm of my testicles hitting the outer wall, waiting for the right moment to slip through the door. 　　What is burning rage? 　　It should be explained like this: your wife was taken by someone else, and right in front of you. 　　The woodcutter arrived, rusty, the wooden handle showing signs of cracking.

Holding it in my hand, it felt warm, though it was supposed to be cold.

Judging from the sound, the village was about to collapse.

Thud.

After a kick, both of them froze.

One more cut, and a certain part of the village chief's body would be ripped open and bleeding.

Damn it, die!

The village chief leaned against the wall. The wooden bed we bought for our wedding, half of its eaves had been cut off. Just as I was about to chop again, the village chief kicked me, right in the chest. My

wife screamed.

The village chief ran away naked.

I swung the split bed eaves and threw it behind the village chief. Ouch, he fell down.

My wife's snow-white breasts were sparsely covered by her disheveled hair, snot and tears streamed down her face, and her mixed pubic hair stood up helplessly.

My curses should be omitted, several words omitted.

What is injustice?

Injustice is when your wife has given you a huge green hat.

Instantly, my green hat incident became widely known in the village, just like everyone knew that Old Nine loved to drink.

My wife took leave and went back to her parents' home. Actually, this was the "official" explanation; according to our local custom, she should have gone somewhere else besides her parents' home.

She simply couldn't face the pointing fingers of Wang Er's mother at the village entrance.

Da Zhu Zi probably burned the right incense and found the right person; at this crucial moment, Chun Hua replaced my wife. Teacher Chun Hua was Da Zhu Zi's pride.

Facing Lao Jiu, I felt somewhat guilty.

In extreme grief and anger, I gave him a folk remedy for aphrodisiacs.

That damn village chief, after I injured him and he came back from the hospital, tried to settle things with me privately, offering me some money and then pretending nothing had happened. "

I raped your daughter, and then I'll give you some money, how about that?"

Before I could finish speaking, my vision went black, the world spun, and oh my god.

The police directly arrested the village chief.

Intentional assault and rape.

In the end, the rape charge was dropped.

The village chief was detained for 15 days, and the feud between me and the village chief was thus established, almost irreconcilable.

For the sake of giving the children a complete family, my wife is still my wife.

I wonder if that damn village chief is impotent, and for a long time, I didn't want to touch my wife.

It wasn't until Chunhua and I lay on the thick haystack that I understood a man could do this: kneading her firm breasts with his left hand, penetrating her tight inner walls.

Autumn came, and the rice harvest was plentiful.

Thick haystacks began to stand on the edge of the village, to the east, to the west, in every direction—haystacks for the water buffalo in winter.

In many cases, the entire autumn would be the place for the village men and women to mate.

One afternoon at sunset, Jiu Sao pretended to go to the fields to water the vegetables, then passed by Han Bao's house, making sounds they understood.

Then they started having sex.

Today, Han Bao was only wearing shorts. He pulled his thing out of his trousers, pulled off Jiu Sao's multicolored underwear, and began to move with a series of thumping sounds.

Jiu Sao's breasts swayed rhythmically. Han Bao found a rice stalk and gently teased her nipples.

Who says a fool can't do things?

Ninth Sister let out a low shout, "Hurry up, baby, hurry up!"

Chunhua isn't a virgin anymore.

Every time her ex-boyfriend made love to her, he would enter from behind and hold her buttocks tightly. Chunhua said that guy had a bit of a sadomasochistic tendency.

What is sadomasochism?

It wasn't until I went to Tianya (a Chinese online forum) that I learned sadomasochism is sexual sadomasochism.

I'm annoyed. Doggy style entry, and while he's doing it, he's squeezing her buttocks.

Uncle, you're very experienced.

People say virgins want to find young married women; maybe virgins also want to find older men like you?

Kids these days, their sexual concepts are really trendy.

Whatever, being able to sleep with such a young girl is a kind of compensation for getting old.

Why was I able to get Chunhua?

That's definitely a question.

Chunhua told me it was for revenge.

Her ex-boyfriend was a young man from the next village; he had promised to use his father's connections to find Chunhua a job.

So, after dating for a while, everything that was supposed to happen, happened

naturally. However, there was still no progress on the job situation.

It turned out that his father, like Dazhuzi, was a simple farmer.

The young man's original intention was to do what I had done before—to force the issue.

Unfortunately, Chunhua wouldn't have it.

So, I ended up paying the price.

Chunhua was degrading herself, seeking thrills in that degrading, and looking for someone to pay the price. After seeing me shamelessly masturbating in the haystack, everything felt natural.

So, I gave a portion of my farming income to the doctor.

Chunhua had taken a life.

Should I have ejaculated in the haystack back then?

It was truly a case of: taking off your pants for pleasure, pulling them up for a quickie.

Dozens of bushels of fine grain!

As the seasons change and the seasons shift, the land around the village transforms depending on the crops planted. In spring, the cornfields are a lush green, magpies and thrushes forage among them, vying for food, courting, and mating, all taking place at the edges of the woods and fields—the birds find their own joy.

Children with rubber bullet guns always manage to hit a few thrushes.

In summer, the heat begins to replace the warmth. People wear shorts and short-sleeved shirts, observing every passerby under the banyan trees by the village. The village hooligans, upon seeing a girl, whistle, indulging in their fantasies, some even proudly boasting of having already "taken advantage" of her.

In autumn, the passion behind the haystacks often leaves some men and women dizzy, unable to discern which way the sun sets. They only know that their "little brother" has become limp after a fierce battle. In winter

, there is no pristine white snow, only a thick fog that slowly dissipates until midnight.

Throughout the 365 days of the year, the village is filled with the barking of dogs, the braying of donkeys, and the grunting of pigs.

For 365 days a year, there were no weekends; sowing, fertilizing, spraying pesticides, harvesting, drying, and storing.

And for the same 365 days, weddings and funerals were held constantly, procreation continued.

Among the many children in the village, Teacher Chunhua was revered, a respected elder who imparted knowledge and guidance.

In my eyes, Teacher Chunhua, once undressed, was just a woman with two breasts.

Having lost dozens of bushels of good grain, I began to control my manhood, no longer wanting to touch women; indeed, beauty is a curse.

Of course, this doesn't apply to Ninth Sister, who has undergone sterilization, or many women like her. They can still make love with their husbands or other men without restraint.

Most of the original couples in the village married and had children through introductions or matchmaking by parents and relatives. The vast majority of these couples dutifully gave their bodies to each other, leaving their vigorous sexual activity to their own bedrooms.

After taking the folk remedy I gave him, Old Nine gradually became more like a man. Ninth Sister began to recapture Old Nine's warmth, and the sounds of their lovemaking were incessant and relentless.

Ninth Sister was a wanton woman; she was already soaking wet after only a few thrusts, hence the noise.

Han Bao was a very strong man, though in some ways his mind was a little different from most people's. He had waited for Ninth Sister's arrival countless times, only to be disappointed.

That noon, Da Zhu and his wife were sorting through the freshly harvested beans when Han Bao burst in, his manhood already bulging, his shorts almost bursting.

Da Zhu's wife blushed deeply and hid in the inner room. "

Uncle Da Zhu, I need to find Aunt Jiu."

Da Zhu was first puzzled, then confused, and finally understood.

He took Han Bao back to Han Bao's house.

Da Zhu knew that Lao Jiu had been staying home with Jiu's wife recently.

Would the legends about Jiu's wife and Han Bao circulate in the village again? A

joke about Lao Jiu:

Lao Jiu couldn't distinguish between "see" and "do," "enter" and "see." Lao Jiu went to the village cinema, and the girl in front of him kept moving. He couldn't stand it anymore and shouted: "Girl, your butt keeps moving, I can't get in!" The whole room erupted in laughter.

A joke about Chun Hua:

Chun Hua called fish "sun." One day, Chun Hua flagged down a car on the roadside: "Driver, give me a ride and I'll give you a ride." The driver quickly stopped and helped her in. As the saying goes, rumors stop with the wise.

Da Zhu was the village's gossip king, and I had been secretly watching Lao Jiu's reaction. Lao Jiu was the wise one.

The story of Ninth Sister-in-law and Hanbao's sexual affair didn't spread.

It's said that Ninth Brother and Ninth Sister-in-law got together in the bedroom. "

Damn it, I'm being fucked by a fool behind my back, doesn't he want to live?" Ninth Sister-in-law retorted, "Are you even a man? You can't even get an erection, what are you arguing about?"

Dazhuzi gagged himself—or rather, Ninth Brother gagged Dazhuzi with extra-high-quality grain. As for how many liters (unit of measurement: liter), I didn't care.

I had a bit of a "the more chaos, the better" mentality, because I was also cuckolded, and I wanted to see how Ninth Brother would react.

In the end, everything was as if nothing had happened; Ninth Brother continued drinking and telling dirty jokes.

[The End]

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