The journey and experiences of a couple who have been dating for 10 years

We've been married for 10 years, and we have a son—a happy family of three. As the years have passed, our marriage has gone from initial passion and excitement after having a child to a gradual decline into a mundane routine. Ten years—it sounds so long, yet it feels so short. Time washes everything away, leaving only the marks of time. We're no longer young, no longer passionate; all that's left is a formulaic life: home—work—home. The content is unchanging: elderly parents, children, the daily grind. Our once-hopeful intimacy has lost its luster, like the three daily meals—bland and tasteless, yet unavoidable. Perhaps this is what they call visual fatigue! In bed, we're like two familiar strangers, mechanically moving without any desire, like a son completing homework—a little reluctant, yet unable to avoid it. This is perhaps life! Undeniably, in these mundane days, we've both inevitably started having some little physical interactions. Actually, we can both sense it. Although we both hid it well, we'd been married for ten years after all. We could sense subtle, almost imperceptible changes in each other, but for the sake of the family, neither of us dared to break the ice. We each knew exactly how far things had progressed; no one mentioned it, and no one tried to stop us. However, one sunny early summer Sunday afternoon, we sat at home drinking tea, chatting casually. I don't know who brought it up first, but we started talking about our current life. Unexpectedly, we were both so frank and serious, as if we'd planned it beforehand.

Time ticked by, and we talked for a full four hours. Finally, we reached a consensus: we needed to improve our marriage, to rekindle some of the passion we once had, even if it was just a little bit! We agreed to both take Monday off work, drop the kids off at school, and then drive to a hot spring resort in the suburbs to relax, enjoy some time alone together. Monday, everything went according to plan. Around noon, we arrived at the hot spring resort in the suburbs, had a quick lunch, and checked into our room. The guest rooms were in a semi-detached villa style, single-story, with one bedroom and one living room. The backyard had a large, semi-open-air hot spring pool, big enough to accommodate four people, surrounded by high walls. Perhaps because it was Monday, there were very few people. Everything around felt so quiet and cozy. We took off our clothes and soaked in the hot spring, closing our eyes and enjoying the comfortable feeling of the warm water caressing our bodies. I opened my eyes and looked at my wife, naked in the pool. It had been a long time since I had looked at her so closely. Her body had gained some weight; due to childbirth, there was some extra fat on her lower abdomen. Time waits for no one! However, I was comforted by the fact that my wife's skin was still as fair as before, and although her breasts and buttocks had sagged a bit, they were still quite full. My wife was 1.65 meters tall and weighed 120 kilograms, a typical figure for a married woman. I closed my eyes again, wanting to savor the sight of my naked wife before me. My wife was lying in the pool, resting with her eyes closed. Seemingly noticing me watching her, she slowly opened her eyes. Seeing me staring at her intently, she smiled slightly, a hint of mischief in her eyes, and said, "What are you thinking about?" I opened my eyes wide and looked directly at her, whispering, "Making love!" "I knew you were thinking about something naughty!" my wife retorted softly. I chuckled twice, feeling a reaction in my lower body; my penis gradually hardened. To be honest, this was the first time we'd bathed together like this after so many years of marriage. My wife sensed my change, glancing at my already erect penis out of the corner of her eye, and smiled. After a moment of silence, only a few seconds, my wife climbed to my side, wrapped her arms around my neck, her eyes shining, and said in a voice only we could hear, "Hey! Honey! Let's do it in the water! We've never done it in the water before, it'll be so exciting!" I didn't say anything, just smiled at her, seeing a slight blush rise to her cheeks. I lowered my head, cupped her breasts in my hands, and unconsciously my lips began to suckle on one of her large nipples. After soaking in the hot spring water, I could feel that my wife's breasts were swollen, and her skin was much redder—no, much pinker.

I greedily suckled on the nipple, which had become enlarged from breastfeeding, watching her areola slowly turn red. While suckling, I kneaded her other breast with my hand. After a while, my wife became aroused, letting out soft moans, "Oh! Oh! Oh…!" I kissed and suckled at her body, which was so familiar to me. My wife was aroused. Without realizing it, she straddled me with her legs in the water, her hands around my head, her lips whispering in my ear, "Husband! I want it!" Then, without warning, she reached into the water and grabbed my long-awaited penis. She lifted herself slightly, then sat down forcefully, inserting my penis completely into her. At the same time, I heard her gasp softly, "Oh! My God!" Perhaps because of the unfamiliar environment, or to avoid being overheard, she controlled her voice. At this moment, I could feel my wife was completely aroused. She closed her eyes, moving up and down with perfect understanding and skill. Her full breasts bounced in front of me and near my mouth with her movements. I truly felt that long-lost excitement filling my entire body. The warm spring water surrounded us, our lower bodies submerged. I braced myself on the steps by the pool, keeping my upper body above the water, my legs on the bottom, eagerly awaiting each powerful thrust from my wife. "Ah! Ah! Ah!..." My wife, while enjoying this rare pleasure, kept letting out familiar, exciting moans. However, she still tried her best to control the volume, after all, this wasn't their own home where they could do whatever they wanted. I was already a little tipsy, to the point of forgetting myself. Whatever, nobody knows us anyway, who can tell us what's going on when we're having sex? Thinking this, I then turned to my husband and started making love. I felt a surge of pleasure, and he began to moan softly. I felt a surge of desire ... This was the first time in our 20 years of marriage that I had heard such a thing; she had completely disregarded everything else. My wife's moans grew faster and faster, her movements becoming increasingly forceful! I knew her climax was approaching. I also felt my pent-up energy about to erupt in this beautiful moment. "Slap! Slap! Slap!..." The crisp sounds of our bodies colliding mingled with our cries of abandon, weaving a beautiful melody that floated into my ears, pounding my eardrums and stimulating my nerves. As if driven by a powerful force, I moved in rhythm with my wife's thrusts, forcefully pumping inside her. A warm pool of water, influenced by our movements, seemed to frolic joyfully, creating small ripples around our bodies. At the same time, I opened my mouth and took one of the erect nipples that was swaying in front of me into my mouth, sucking on it frantically. I alternated sucking on both nipples. Just as she was about to reach her climax, I gently bit her nipple with my teeth. "Ah! Husband, I can't take it anymore!" my wife cried out, and I felt a primal force deep within me about to erupt.

I quickened the pace of my thrusts inside her and increased the force. Soon, accompanied by our passionate shouts, a thrilling current surged through our bodies, and we experienced once again the shared ecstasy we hadn't felt in a long time. My wife held my head, pressed against my body, and breathed heavily. However, our bodies didn't separate; my penis remained inside her. After about half a minute, I saw a thick, white liquid flow from our joined bodies, slowly dissipating and dissolving into the warm pool water. A moment later, my wife gestured for me to sit on the edge of the pool. I slowly pulled my penis out of her, and she let out a soft "Oh!" I sat up on the edge of the pool, my engorged penis surfacing. Strangely, although my penis had just experienced a fierce battle and was somewhat limp, it didn't shrink or recede as usual. Instead, it maintained its original length, as if panting and waiting for its owner's call. My wife noticed this subtle change and became very excited. Suddenly, my wife knelt down in the water facing me, grabbed my penis with both hands, and began to give me oral sex. To be honest, after so many years of marriage, my wife's oral sex skills were quite good. However, at this moment, in this place, I felt a strange excitement I had never felt before. My wife kept changing her techniques, and I noticed her body trembling slightly underwater. After about 10 minutes, my penis was erect again in front of her. Suddenly, my wife jumped up from the pool and ran quickly into the room. Before I could fully process what was happening, she came out with a large bath towel from the shower stall. Years of tacit understanding made me immediately understand her intention. We smiled at each other, watching her spread the towel on the edge of the pool. I stepped out of the water and stood on the edge. We didn't speak, continuing in silence. Perhaps, any words at this moment would be superfluous. My wife spread out a bath towel, turned her back to me, knelt on the towel, hands on the ground, and shamelessly raised her hips high, displaying her lush pubic hair before me, like prey awaiting a hunter's mad plunder! It was also as if she was seductively teasing me. I knelt behind her on one knee, one hand supporting her full buttocks, pressing down slightly. She immediately adjusted her position, arching her back, and now she was in the perfect spot. My other hand grasped my now-erect penis, aimed it at her slightly parted, wet entrance, and gently thrust my hips forward. "Sizzle!" My entire penis entered my wife's body, and I heard her let out a low moan, "Mmm!" What followed was another exhilarating marital battle. Amidst my wife's post-orgasmic ramblings, I also ejaculated. So pleasurable! It felt like a memory from long ago, yet now it felt fresh and real. My wife collapsed weakly onto the bath towel, seemingly still savoring the brilliance of the moment. I was utterly exhausted, my penis limp and deflated like a punctured balloon. After a short rest, we soaked in the hot spring together for a while before returning to our room. We took showers and lay down on the bed, embracing each other. I felt really tired and sleepy.

But lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep immediately. We stayed in each other's arms, half-asleep, reminiscing about the exciting moments we had just shared, hoping to drift off to sleep. Suddenly, as if possessed, I blurted out, "Such a wonderful setting! It would have been perfect if another couple had joined us!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized my mistake and jolted awake. However, words spoken are like water spilled; they cannot be taken back. I knew I was about to receive a harsh scolding from my wife. I stood there, speechless, as if time and air had frozen. But my wife remained silent and motionless. After what seemed like an eternity, my wife turned to me, breaking the silence. In a gentle and peaceful tone, she asked, "You really want to?" My eyes widened, and I nodded. Unexpectedly, she smiled. "You want to play some kind of... game?" she said with a hint of coquettishness. I replied, "I had that thought just now!" Another smile, tinged with a slight laugh. My wife slowly said, "I don't object!" This time, it was my turn to be speechless. I sat up abruptly and solemnly said, "I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it. I'm not against it." To Xie Huchu, [unintelligible characters] ... The garden is filled with the sounds of a pine tree, its branches rustling and its branches swaying. The garden is a vast expanse of green ... Embedded plan, husk, swamp, tangible dust, pain, chrysanthemum, swamp ... Wooden toad>惶煳氯锏姆抛荩,颐怯只氐搅四鞘煜ざ挚菰锏南质瞪钪欣矗,?缪葑攀粳谖颐歉髯缘哪欠萁巧5窖＝由虾⒆樱,氐郊抑校,泄乱谎酝攴梗,醋哦Friend埃捕偎荫颐且不氐轿屡媸实拇采稀R性诖餐罚曦醋疟ㄖ剑拮涌醋攀椤MN颐腔崴姹阆沽募妇渌鍪隆⒓牛欢裉烊炊汲聊把锪恕?nbsp;

I casually flipped through the day's newspaper, but couldn't absorb a single word. I didn't know why; my mind was a jumbled mess, completely disoriented. Finally, I broke the silence, turning to my wife and asking, "Do you think it's okay?" She seemed to understand immediately. Perhaps she was just as confused as I was, and reading was merely a pretext. She put down her book, looked at me, blinked, and after a moment's thought, replied, "I don't know!" "Then do you want to?" I continued. "Hmm… how should I put it? I kind of want to, but I'm also afraid!" "Afraid of what?" I asked her, though I was also a little worried myself. My wife thought for a moment, and then I saw a faint blush rise on her face, which was no longer as youthful as a girl's. She softly replied, "I can't really explain it!" Yes! "Afraid"—such simple words, yet at this moment, they contained such rich meaning, indescribable and inexplicable, like a heavy weight pressing on my heart. Could ten years of shared trials and tribulations really be so easily crushed by the chariot of desire? I don't know! I don't know! I really don't know! However, one thing I am clear about is that there is a door in our hearts, and we both want to open it, to see what kind of world lies behind it, hoping that a ray of bright sunshine will drift in and dispel the gloom that currently shrouds our lives. After a long period of contemplation, I broke the silence again, "What do you think we should do next?" "What do you think?" My wife answered without hesitation this time. "How about we give it a try?" After another silence, my wife said, "Let's look for it first, what do you say?" "Okay!" I replied with excitement and anticipation after receiving my wife's approval. I casually tossed the newspaper onto the floor beside the bed, sat up, and asked, "How do we look? Should you look or should I?" My wife smiled slightly, the first smile she had shown all night, and said with a shy and coquettish tone, "This is a man's business, why are you asking me? I'm embarrassed to do this!" After saying that, she put down the book in her hand, turned over, and went to sleep. Hey! It was supposed to be a matter for two people, so how did it become just my problem? I thought to myself, but a faint smile still appeared on my face. I got up, turned off the light, and in the darkness, looking at my sleeping wife, I smiled again. Although it was a smile, a complex feeling welled up inside me. Whatever, let's sleep first. After all, today had brought unexpected gains. I was tired, really tired! Several moments of youthful indulgence had left us exhausted. With our hopes for a new chapter tomorrow, we drifted off to sleep, and we both slept soundly and deeply that night. The next day, as usual, I rushed to work. But this time, I felt a sense of freshness and comfort. I walked briskly into the office and immediately turned on the computer. Normally, I would have made a strong cup of tea, opened the newspaper, and dawdled for ages. I went online, searched—a series of practiced operations. Soon, I found a bunch of relevant information; I hadn't expected it to be so easy. During my spare time at work, I sifted through a lot of relevant information. It didn't take much effort to find a QQ group for couples in our city to make friends. I was surprised to find so many people with this hobby! But which ones were genuine? Which were fake? It seemed I'd have to do some careful work. Never mind, since I'd already embarked on this path, I might as well keep going! Good or bad, I'd give it a try. I immediately messaged the group admin, explaining that we were a sincere couple and wanted to try making friends with other couples. After a long wait, luckily, the admin replied.

We chatted, and after confirming my sincerity, the other person asked me to send them a photo of us as a couple. I immediately sent them a photo of us that I had saved on my computer. Simply put, he accepted my request and gave me a few pointers. I was incredibly excited, but at the same time, I felt extremely nervous; after all, it was my first time doing this. My heart was in my throat, my breathing was rapid, my face was flushed, and even my hand holding the teacup was trembling. However, a tremendous force and my own desires drove me to forget everything else. There were quite a few people in the group, but only a handful were online. I was filled with a strange mix of emotions, a sense of unease, and a feeling of being overwhelmed. I was completely absorbed in my own thoughts. The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification. The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification. The text is a jumbled mess of seemingly unrelated phrases and sentences, making it impossible to translate coherently. It appears to be a collection of fragments from various sources, possibly related to online chatter, relationships, and relationships. A proper translation wouldn't be meaningful without the original context and complete sentences. Suddenly, "Beep! Beep! Beep!" The computer on my desk emitted a crisp, pleasant sound. Someone had sent me a message. I glanced at the screen instinctively. A friend who had just logged on (I'll call him A from now on) had messaged me via private chat in the group. I immediately put down my work, clicked the mouse, and a short message appeared: "Are you new here?" I quickly checked his profile; he was two years younger than me—perfect! My intuition told me this person was suitable. I immediately replied, "Yes! I just joined today." Then, we started chatting. At first, we repeated the topics mentioned earlier. As the conversation progressed, the atmosphere became more lively. We learned about each other's situations and thoughts, felt much more familiar, and our speech became more open, even direct. I realized they were already quite experienced.

"Do you have a video?" he suddenly asked. I said, "No, I'm at work, I don't have a video." "Then do you have photos?" Again, photos? I immediately countered, "Do you have any?" "We have a video. If you send us photos, I can show you our video." Ah?! Okay! Okay! My brain immediately buzzed with excitement, and my heart raced with nervousness. Was this real? Could it be that many of yesterday's fantasies were about to become reality? My mind raced, but my hands didn't stop. I found what I considered to be the best photo of the two of us on my computer and sent it to him. Soon, he opened the video. I saw a man about my age, who looked very capable. "Can you see me?" he asked. "Yes, yes," I quickly replied, feeling incredibly excited, even a little speechless. "Want to see my wife?" he asked. "Yes!" I answered without hesitation. Heh, who wouldn't? We'd been chatting for ages, wasn't this what we were waiting for? A moment later, Mr. A's wife sat down in front of the screen, a voluptuous woman, whom I felt was a bit more voluptuous than my own wife. I stared wide-eyed, excited, afraid of missing a single detail. I greedily—and now, looking back, I was indeed greedily—watched her entire video. Damn it, why is this video window so small? Who invented it? Couldn't they have invented a bigger window? I cursed inwardly. The woman in the video appeared mature and composed. "How does it feel?" she asked. Heh heh! This was the first time in my life I'd scrutinized someone with such a clear, ulterior motive. To be honest, I prefer women with a fuller figure, and she certainly fit my aesthetic preferences. I said, "Yes, quite nice!" Then, I started chatting with A's wife. I'll keep the content of our conversation a secret; it's really inconvenient to describe here. About fifteen minutes later, A returned to the screen, interrupting our conversation. "You've seen it," A said. "Yes, yes," I quickly replied. A continued, "We've seen your photos too, and they look good. Go home and discuss it with your wife. After all, you're newlyweds. Discuss it yourselves first, and then contact each other again tomorrow!" "Okay, okay!" I answered hastily, still feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the excitement. Our first chat ended just like that. After work, I drove quickly through the rush hour traffic, all my past complaints about traffic jams gone, my only thought was to get home as fast as possible. When I got home, my wife had already picked up the kids. Seeing my slightly sweaty face, she was a little surprised. Why are you sweating? That's not like me! My wife seemed to understand something, giving me a look, and I immediately understood.

My wife didn't ask anything, and we finished everything as usual, step by step. Once in bed, I described the day's events to her in detail. My wife listened attentively, a familiar blush occasionally rising on her face. When I mentioned some of my naughty thoughts, she blushed, lowered her head, and avoided looking at me. She was shy—such a familiar expression, so familiar to me ten years ago, yet so unfamiliar now. I felt as if I had rediscovered something I had once lost. I became somewhat agitated. I stared at my wife, who remained head down, not looking at me. I could feel her face burning. After a moment of silence, I suddenly exploded. My hands roughly but expertly ripped off her nightgown. My wife looked at me in surprise. "What are you doing?" Before she could finish her sentence, I had stripped her naked. What was I doing? Did I even need to ask? What could a husband and wife do in bed? I forcefully turned her over, her back to me, and she lay face down on the bed. Despite my seemingly rough movements, she managed to quickly adjust her position. A husband and wife are a husband and wife, after all; they could achieve perfect harmony in a split second. I raised my already erect penis, aimed it at her secret opening, and *whoosh!* My penis slid in completely. "Ah!!!" My wife screamed, her head slumped, and she collapsed onto the pillow. I wonder if our son next door heard her. Damn! Without any foreplay, my wife's vagina was incredibly lubricated, something I hadn't expected. Could it be that she was already aroused? I didn't dwell on it and continued my actions. I reached my hands to my wife's breasts, grasping the breasts I had held countless times before, and kneaded them vigorously. I lay on her back, thrusting into her with a release of passion. "Ah! Ah! Ah!..." From the moment I entered her, my wife hadn't stopped moaning. A fierce battle ensued, and with another cry, we both reached our long-awaited climax. After a short rest, my wife weakly scolded, "What's wrong with you today?" What's wrong? "Is that even a question? Isn't that just asking the obvious?" I chuckled. My wife, seeing my somewhat mischievous smile, lightly punched me with her fist, then turned and got out of bed to go to the bathroom. I also got out of bed, tiptoed to my son's room, gently pushed open the door, saw my son's sleeping face, smiled slightly, closed the door, and went back to my own bed. Another deep, restful sleep! Waking up in the morning, I began a busy day. Seeing my wife's more radiant face, many of the gloomy feelings of recent years lessened in my heart. From then on, I added another task I voluntarily took on—online chatting. Arriving at the office, the first thing I did wasn't making tea anymore, but turning on the computer and going online. As promised, I met A again on QQ. Today, we greeted each other like old friends. He asked how our discussion last night went, and I said it was okay. He was very happy, and we agreed to have the two couples talk on the phone that evening. Ah! My mood was truly pleasant, and work felt much easier.

In the afternoon, I sat with my teacup by the office window, gazing at the endless stream of cars and bustling crowds below, lost in thought. Why are people so strange? Humans have desires, but when do these desires ever end? They're always impeccably dressed, so respectable, yet deep down their hearts are so bizarre and secretive. What awaits us? Passion? Excitement? Or satisfaction? But what comes after satisfaction? What else? Is there danger? Is there disease? Is there family breakdown…? I dare not think about it, I dare not think any further. The masses below, what are you thinking? How do you live? Do you, like me, harbor secrets of one kind or another? After work, I rushed home as usual; something was on my mind. I also wanted to tell A the results of my conversation, hoping she would accept the promise I made. I ate a hasty dinner, and while washing the dishes in the kitchen, I quickly and briefly told my wife about my conversation with Mr. A at work that day, and that Mr. and Mrs. A wanted to speak with us on the phone. My wife listened to my story while washing the dishes, and finally chuckled softly to herself. I understood then; I didn't need to wait for her answer, I already had the result. After finishing the housework and settling the children in their studies, I took my wife's hand and said, "Come on, let's go for a walk!" My wife didn't say anything, picked up my phone from the coffee table, and took my arm as we went out. Early summer, a gentle breeze carrying the faint fragrance of various plants caressed our faces, so warm and comfortable. It had been a long, long time since we had walked hand in hand like this, and a sense of melancholy crept into my heart. The passage of time had made us feel the loss of youth, and fragmented memories of the past slowly resurfaced in our hearts. We didn't immediately call Mr. and Mrs. A; instead, we walked arm in arm along the neighborhood path, discussing our conversation earnestly and frankly. "Have you thought it through?" my wife asked seriously. "I have, but I'm not sure if I'm really sure. I really want to experience that new and exciting feeling. In the past, we've paid too much attention to the practical aspects of life and neglected our spiritual feelings. People our age seem to have experienced a lot, but we've never really valued ourselves." I answered just as seriously. "Are you ready?" my wife asked. I thought for a moment and replied, "I've thought about it carefully these past two days. If we can both be honest with each other, I think I can accept it. I really want to try. What about you? What do you think?" "I... I'm not sure yet. I don't object to trying, but I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed, afraid you won't be able to accept it." I smiled at my wife and said, "Honestly, I don't have any concerns about this matter itself. We're an old married couple, what can't we accept? As long as you're willing, I have no problem." My wife smiled back at me and said, "I also want to try, but I don't know what the result will be." I still smiled and replied, "Hehe, don't think so much. Just think of it as a passionate game we're playing!" My wife became a little shy, hugged my arm tightly, and whispered, "I'm just embarrassed! I can't be completely uninhibited doing that with a strange man, can I?" After she finished speaking, I looked up, a mischievous, satisfied smile creeping across my face for some reason… Time flew by, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. I said, “Let’s call them!” “Okay,” my wife replied readily, handing me her phone.

I took the phone, a strange nervousness creeping into my heart, my movements a little flustered. I knew that from this moment on, we were about to open a door that held such allure for us; we were about to enter that door and explore the world beyond; we would also be transformed in that world. What would we be transformed into? I didn’t know yet, perhaps it was only through fire that we could be reborn. I dialed A’s number, and they answered quickly, as if they had been waiting for me. “Hello? Is this A? Hello!” “Yes, it’s me, are you Qin Yong? Hello!” We greeted each other. A asked first, “We’re all here!” "I answered. Suddenly, I was speechless. Although I could answer fluently in front of a computer, I didn't know what to say when I was talking to the phone. After a long silence, I sensed that the other person was also waiting, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what they were feeling. "Have you two made up your minds?" After a long pause, A broke the silence first. "Yes, we've made up our minds!" I answered affirmatively. "Then you should talk to my wife first!" "I heard A transfer the call to his wife. At that moment, I immediately felt a surge of heat rising from my heart, spreading to my brain, and my face flushed. All the questions and answers I had prepared vanished. I rambled on about unrelated topics. My wife held my arm tightly, her head close to my ear, trying to hear every sound on the other end of the line. I was so nervous I didn't know what to say or ask. On the other end, A's wife seemed very calm and experienced in her conversation. She nudged me, indicating she wanted to say something, and I immediately said, 'Let my wife talk to you!' 'Okay!'" "The other party answered calmly. I handed the phone to my wife, who took it and excitedly started chatting with the other party. I never expected that she, who was usually so quiet and reserved with strangers, would be so talkative. She and the couple talked non-stop for over half an hour. During that time, she told me all about our thoughts on the matter, our concerns, and our sexual desires, making me blush a little. I stared at her in astonishment, and she would occasionally smile shyly at me while speaking. When I felt they had finished their conversation, I interrupted them. I composed myself, took the phone, and slowly said, "How do you feel?" Mr. A on the other end of the line said happily, "I feel good about you two. When are you free? Come over to our house, let's meet up. If neither of us is averse to it, how about we try something?" "Sure! We'll go back and discuss it. After all, it's our first time trying this, we need to communicate!" I replied sincerely. "Okay then!" "I'll wait for your reply, goodbye!" "Bye-bye!" Our first ever exciting yet nerve-wracking phone call ended just like that. Afterwards, it felt somewhat mysterious and warm, with a slightly sweet aftertaste that lingered. After hanging up, we laughed and joked as we went home. After settling our son to bed and washing up, we hurriedly went to bed ourselves. Our usually quiet bedtime routine was much more lively this time. Leaning against the bed, I asked impatiently, "How was it?" My wife just laughed and didn't answer. "How was it?" I asked again.

My wife was still smiling. After a while, she asked, "Do you really want to know what I think?" "Of course I want to know," I replied, feeling flustered by her ambiguous answer. She smiled and said, "Those two seem alright to me, they don't seem like bad people! But, I don't think I can hang out with them!" "What? What? What do you mean? Tell me!" I felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head, instantly extinguishing the flames of hope that had just ignited within me. My mind went blank. I didn't know what to say. Had all my hard work over the past few days been destroyed by her casual remark? Was the door to hope that had just opened about to be closed so quickly? No! No! I needed to get her to explain. "Aren't they doing fine? Tell me, why won't it work?" I asked, clearing my jumbled thoughts. "I don't know, I can't explain it, it just doesn't feel right. You know what I mean? I just don't have that feeling!" My wife laughed, and once again, I was speechless. A sense of dejection welled up inside me. I lay helplessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and sighed. Seeing my somewhat gloating expression, my wife chuckled. I glanced at her slightly smug smile, feeling a surge of resentment. I said, "Are you playing me? You say it's okay, but you don't really want to!" My wife laughed again, seemingly pleased. She said, "No, no, really no! I just feel it won't work. You can look for someone else, maybe someone else will do! Really, look for someone else!" I looked at her somewhat resentfully, thinking: Look for someone else? You make it sound so easy, but it's not that easy! Although I was somewhat dissatisfied, I thought again that this required both of us to be willing, and it wasn't something I could force. We chatted about other trivial things for a while before drifting off to sleep. This first, so longed-for close encounter ended abruptly, leaving a sense of regret and disappointment in the past. My once excited and passionate heart gradually calmed down. Could this be considered an experience, a kind of maturity? Although we are nearing forty and have weathered some storms, in this matter we are still like toddlers taking our first steps, everything seems to be just beginning. Day after day, the cycle repeats itself, everything seems to have returned to the past, mundane and unremarkable. The only difference is that I am still searching online, waiting, hoping that a new and passionate experience will arrive soon. During these days, our married life seems to have improved somewhat, especially when we talk about our thoughts and experiences with ******, it always ends with a passionate lovemaking session. It seems we're slowly accumulating something. When it reaches a certain point, it'll erupt like a volcano once the right environment arrives. I can clearly feel that we're eager to try. Since my brief but exciting encounter with Mr. and Mrs. A, I've become much more composed online. Occasionally, Mr. A will call me, hoping to take things further, but I politely decline. To be honest, even now I still don't know why my wife said "I don't feel anything" that day. Whenever I ask her about it, she just smiles and never gives a clear answer. Women are like that; sometimes they're hard to understand. Later, through my persistent efforts and careful screening, we met Mr. and Mrs. B and C. Unlike with Mr. A, we didn't video chat and then talk on the phone with them. We basically chatted until we felt a connection, and then arranged to meet in person at a teahouse.

Both meetings were equally exciting, and even a little thrilling. Because before meeting, neither of us knew what the other would be like, what we would talk about, or what we would do. Everything happened without any preparation. Both Mr. B and Mr. C were quite nice, with refined manners and good character. Mr. B's wife appeared mature and charming. They were a year or two younger than us, and their child was about four or five years old. Mr. C's wife was dignified and pretty, over 1.7 meters tall, almost as tall as me at first glance. Mr. C was about my age, but his wife was much younger, about ten years younger. Both meetings took place in a romantic and warm atmosphere. The men could greedily and unabashedly gaze at each other's wives, while the women could shyly steal glances at each other's husbands without any restraint. Often, their eyes would meet briefly before quickly looking away, leaving everyone feeling restless and aroused. Although they verbally avoided the topic, their hearts were in turmoil. Occasionally, taking advantage of getting up to go to the restroom, they would intentionally or unintentionally engage in some slight physical contact, which was quite exciting and pleasurable. When the men discussed key and provocative topics, the women would always lower their heads, avoiding the gaze of the other man trying to catch them, their faces flushed with shyness. Sometimes, they would join in, offering their own opinions, but ultimately, under the intense gaze of their husbands, they would lower their eyes and smile. What an experience! It was so unforgettable; even now, thinking about it feels like I'm right there, unwilling to leave. However, good things often come with difficulties. Although we had closer interactions with Mr. and Mrs. B and C, we never progressed further for one reason or another. I clearly remember that after those two meetings, my wife and I had quite intense lovemaking. Each time, we would fall asleep exhausted after unparalleled stimulation and intense orgasms. During this process, we began to indulge in many novel fantasies and actions. She was no longer herself, and I was no longer myself. Until one day, the appearance of Mr. and Mrs. D (hereinafter referred to as Jun and Hong) finally brought us a turn for the better after our blind waiting, and we finally achieved our goal. I met Jun through a QQ couples' group. Initially, we chatted casually and superficially, and I didn't pay much attention. Through our conversations, I learned that the couple was a few years older than us and, like us, hadn't yet had successful experience in this area. They, too, felt emotionally exhausted and numb after a long marriage, a feeling we deeply empathized with. After more than a month of lukewarm chatting, we became much more familiar, and our conversations became more relaxed. After confirming that we were both sincere in our relationship, we exchanged photos of ourselves as a couple. From the photos, I felt they seemed to be a well-mannered, gentle middle-aged couple with fairly average looks, meeting our criteria for friendship. I wonder what Jun's reaction was after seeing our photos.

In short, our conversations started to get lively. The day after we exchanged photos, Jun told me he had shown our pictures to his wife and was quite satisfied. I also told him that his wife was equally satisfied with their photos, and that night my husband and I even imagined them as each other's rivals and had a little "battle." Jun and I were both very happy, and the topics gradually increased, and our language became a bit more unrestrained. We discussed many ideas and contents about exchanging photos. After a period of communication, the day of meeting finally arrived. It was a midsummer weekend night, the air was humid and stuffy, and perhaps because of some nervousness, I felt my breathing was very rapid. We both had a premonition that this time would be fruitful. Before leaving, my wife dressed up carefully. She chose a white, sheer, sleeveless long dress, which concealed some of her physical imperfections. Approaching forty, she looked quite slender. She also sprayed on some perfume, making her look even more sexy. We dropped the children off at my parents' house and drove to the teahouse we had arranged to meet beforehand. Jun and Hong hadn't arrived yet, so we chose a small private room with air conditioning, ordered a pot of green tea, and chatted while sipping it. My wife and I chatted idly, neither of us mentioning Jun and Hong's upcoming arrival. I could sense that we were both quite nervous and expectant, but we pretended to be nonchalant. My palms were slightly sweaty, and even though I was drinking tea, my throat felt dry and burning. Smelling the delicate fragrance emanating from my wife, and looking up at her face, filled with shyness and tenderness, we smiled knowingly. About half an hour later, Jun and Hong arrived gracefully. They were both quite tall, and it was clear they had taken great care in their appearance. Jun was 1.81 meters tall, wearing a white t-shirt and crisply pressed dark trousers, looking very gentlemanly. Hong was 1.68 meters tall, also wearing a sleeveless long dress in purple, which suited her perfectly—a look that was both intense and unpretentious. Jun was very strong, with a slightly protruding belly. For someone in his early forties to maintain such a physique was quite impressive; he must exercise regularly. Hong was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. Like most women her age, she was somewhat full-figured, perhaps well-concealed, or perhaps due to her height, but she still appeared quite well-proportioned. I used a very brief few seconds to carefully examine Hong, and I was quite satisfied. Her full breasts were accentuated by her well-fitting clothes, and her slightly protruding belly displayed the unique charm of a middle-aged woman. Her exposed arms were somewhat thick, but her skin was fair. Her face was made up, lightly powdered, and her skin, though showing some wrinkles, still appeared smooth and delicate after the makeup. The other three must have also used the handshake and small talk as an opportunity to carefully observe their respective targets. Jun and Hong first rewarded each other for being late due to traffic congestion, and then offered a reward for being late due to traffic congestion. They also offered a reward for being late due to traffic congestion, and then offered a reward for being late due to traffic congestion. They also offered a reward for being late due to traffic congestion, and then offered a reward for being late due to traffic congestion. They also offered a reward for being late due to traffic congestion, and then offered a reward for being late due to traffic congestion. They also offered a reward for being late due to traffic congestion, and then offered a reward for being late due to traffic congestion. The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification. The beard fell, the bag was shrouded in mist, the sword stood tall, the sword was wielded with fear, the sword was wielded with trepidation ... As understanding deepened, the atmosphere of the conversation became more lively, and the tension vanished. Jun and I also boldly let our eyes linger on each other's wives. The wives no longer nervously avoided their husbands' gazes

, and some even bravely engaged in eye contact. However, when they noticed their husbands' gazes lingering greedily on certain sensitive areas, a blush would appear on their faces, and they would adjust their posture accordingly. Sometimes, Hong would intentionally or unintentionally cross her arms over her chest, perhaps trying to subtly block my intense anticipation of her two rather high breasts. My wife would also sometimes fidget and lean towards me, seemingly trying to avoid something, though it was hard to tell if she was genuinely trying. Heh, they probably understood that their two husbands, with their rich life experience, had already used their sharp eyes to strip them naked and see their bodies clearly; all their feigned intimacy was useless. As time went on, the atmosphere of the conversation became more relaxed and lively. The husbands seemed quite excited, talking animatedly; the wives were no longer coy, their expressions and movements becoming much more natural and confident, occasionally even boldly showing off. Several times, Hong would straighten her back, no longer crossing her arms, and, as if deliberately showing me her two fleshy treasures under my burning gaze, I would get a little carried away, constantly swallowing hard. My wife would occasionally adjust her posture, intentionally letting Jun feast his eyes on her curves. At that moment, I noticed Jun's gaze was somewhat fixed on her. Before I knew it, the conversation shifted, landing on a topic we were both eagerly anticipating but too embarrassed to discuss. After our earlier warm-up, Jun and I were much bolder, sharing our views with considerable candor. While Jun was speaking, I deliberately nudged my wife. She immediately understood, lowering her head shyly and nodding subtly. I knew she was satisfied with Jun. Receiving her approval, I was overjoyed, listening to Jun's discussion with a broad smile. Looking at Hong, I saw her fiddling with her teacup, a blush creeping onto her face. After Jun finished expressing his views, he apologized and went to the bathroom. Only my wife, Hong, and I remained in the room, and a silence fell over us again. Neither of us knew what to say in that brief moment. Suddenly, to my surprise, my wife asked Hong softly, "Are you satisfied with my husband?" My head spun, and I felt a rush of blood to my head. Such a direct question—I had no idea how Hong would answer. Hong glanced at me, then lowered her head again, softly saying, "I think he's great!" Haha, those simple words filled me with joy, a surge of excitement coursing through my body. I clearly realized that there were no longer any barriers or obstacles between our two couples; our four hearts could now communicate freely. Hong, after answering her wife's question, was already blushing deeply, her face as red as a sheet. When Jun returned, he didn't notice anything amiss and continued the conversation. I deliberately got up, indicating that I needed to use the restroom.

I knew I should give the couple a chance to talk alone with their wives, so I deliberately lingered outside a little longer. Sure enough, the atmosphere inside was quite lively; everyone acted like long-lost friends, very friendly. The conversation then became quite explicit and direct, filled with laughter. We shared interesting stories about our own sex lives and our individual habits, bursting into laughter at the most amusing parts. Time flew by, and it was almost midnight. Having said everything we needed to say, we said our goodbyes with joy and satisfaction, and went our separate ways. My wife and I felt incredibly relaxed when we got home. We chatted about our feelings for Jun and Hong; with our son not home, we could be carefree. While washing up, we even started flirting like we used to when we were younger. My wife said, "Hong is quite something, even more voluptuous than me. You've got a good deal!" I retorted without hesitation, "Aren't you the same? You spent the whole night flaunting your charms, making Jun's eyes pop out..." Amidst our laughter, we returned to the bedroom. Instead of getting into bed as she had done for years, my wife turned her back to me and provocatively removed her thin nightgown, leaving me completely naked. For some reason, facing this body I knew so well, I felt a burning desire. Normally, I would have given her a numb glance, then helplessly climbed into bed and fell asleep. But now, I felt that the person standing before me wasn't my wife, but Hong with her mature, voluptuous body. My vision blurred; I couldn't distinguish reality from illusion. I seemed to see Hong's towering peaks, her lush meadows beckoning me. In an instant, I erupted, like an experienced hunter pouncing on its prey. F 借用享愿芯醯炒宋矣牍サ牟煌词铲幕断驳恼踉哦惚芰允值奈Я浴H欢晕镏站刻颖懿涣肆允值慕ィ诤艉吧惺志颓堋C挥辛硕拥拇嬖冢颐歉拥拥抛荩徽蠹ち业牟罚拮游泳袅以谝簧朔艿拇蠛爸螅畔铝Four cuts, strangers, herdsmen, Yungeng, ridges, N, Yi, stealth, disorder, guards, south, Ying, knife, , forgive A, banana garden, grasshopper, , grandmother, , 螅, , liquid, path, , bear, 跏, upturn, braised, instruction, , white, narrow, , bear, , ハ, ga, Mei, garden, delicate, ?, Pan, Lei, Γ, ⑶, one, , , ┨, liver, nourishment, piercing, mother, fashionable, young, Zha, old, , , saliva, nao, hai, gull, fashionable, swollen, rapid, floating, K, Jing, scallop, herdsmen, reef, chariot, lettuce, , Yi, embedded, intersecting, bang, home, yellow, gull, garden, ridges, N, Yi, close, Cong, Qin, armpit, bao, ゼ, Xun, Zhang, Pa, Wu, Fu, ?, fan.诘姆共宋颐遣⒉辉谝猓丶窍關黄鹛逖槟亲不餍牧璐奶舳河氪炭ぁS幸馑嫉陳牵恢睦吹哪荫苑故蔽颐嵌枷嗷ソ换涣宋恢茫熳谖业纳肀撸拮幼诹司纳肀摺R 磺械囊磺卸际窃谖萝岸?掷寺钠罩薪凶牛扌沃校颐嵌家丫龊昧顺The wives no longer had the initial hesitation and shyness, and instead made many unexpectedly bold moves. I often saw my wife whispering to Jun, then blushing and giggling as she adjusted her dress

. I would also, without realizing it, secretly place my hand on Hong's leg, gently stroking it out of sight of my wife and Jun. Hong didn't flinch, letting my hand roam freely. She would even lean forward briefly while picking up food or putting things down, intentionally brushing her full breasts against my arm. I was somewhat intoxicated, feeling my lower body swell. Once, I whispered in Hong's ear, "I really like your breasts, I want to see them." Hong blushed slightly, but pretended to be nonchalant. While her wife and Jun weren't looking, she quickly placed her hand under my armpit, pulling open the hem of her sleeveless dress. I, too, pretended to sit upright, stealing a greedy glance at her treasure. Wow! She was wearing a half-cup bra, half of her white breast proudly exposed, rising and falling with her breath. I really wanted to grab them immediately and swallow them whole. Soon, Hong withdrew her hand. I felt unsatisfied, pondering my next naughty idea. Our second dinner date mainly involved discussing practical matters, agreeing on the next move and location. We were all very excited, chatting animatedly. After discussing the plan, the rest of the time was spent exchanging ideas amongst ourselves—me and Hong, my wife and Jun, how exciting! With the door to the private room closed, we dropped all pretense and boldly expressed our desires, engaging in various little acts. My wife and Jun talked quietly, completely oblivious to our presence, often fiddling with something under the table—no, it should be four hands! Several times, my wife was so amused that she giggled and leaned into Jun's arms. Of course, I didn't let up on my pursuit of Hong, trying to fulfill some of my earlier wicked ideas. While my wife and Jun were engrossed in their activities and oblivious to us, I made a bold request to Hong. She didn't object; she readily complied. She slowly leaned forward, bringing herself closer to me, pretending to look at the menu on the table. I quickly used my hands to thoroughly enjoy my two treasures, which I had been longing for, through my clothes. I still felt somewhat unsatisfied; humans are inherently greedy! I whispered a few words in Hong's ear. Hong laughed and playfully punched me, then got up and said she was going to the bathroom. A moment later, Hong returned to the room, closed the door, and then, as if a little worried, pushed it open. My wife and Jun were too engrossed in their activities to notice us. Hong returned to her seat, and seizing the opportunity, leaned forward towards me, just like before. It was quite a rare sight. I pretended to smile and watch my wife and Jun's activities, but my hand secretly moved towards Hong's breasts. Hehe, just as I asked, Hong went out and unhooked her bra. I put one arm around Hong's shoulder and casually chatted with her. Hong cooperated and chatted with me, as if we were having a heart-to-heart talk. However, my hand didn't stop for a moment. Through the thin fabric of her dress, I moved away from her bra and began to knead her breasts wantonly. I could truly feel Hong's full breasts, her large, hard nipples, and I even squeezed them a little harder. Hong didn't resist, letting my hands roam over her chest, only occasionally covering me up, as we couldn't be too unrestrained yet. I explored nervously, hoping to enjoy as much as possible in the short time we had.

Feeling Hong's genuine cooperation, I began to explore further. I grew bolder, my hand unconsciously reaching towards the cuff of her sleeve under her arm, slipping inside. Hong was startled and immediately bent down. I quickly touched Hong's soft breasts, feeling their smooth and elastic skin. As I thrust towards the summit, ready to pluck the tempting fruit, Hong flinched and immediately pulled away. I didn't persist and withdrew. I smiled contentedly; I had gained so much today, I'd save it for next time. Making an excuse, Hong went out to tidy her clothes and returned to the room. Over there, my wife and Jun were still going at it, but all under perfect cover; I didn't see anything. Soon, everyone had had their fill and gotten what they wanted, and parted ways. We all understood that our next meeting would be the beginning of a new chapter. On the way home, my wife and I were still excited, laughing and talking about what had just happened. I told my wife everything truthfully. She laughed heartily when she heard it. I couldn't wait to ask her about her relationship with Jun. My wife laughed and told me about her little antics with Jun. I never expected that they would go even further than us. Jun not only rubbed her breasts while laughing and joking, but he also got a good look at the view under her bra, and even stroked it through her underwear. Oh dear, after 20 years of marriage, we are about to face psychological and moral challenges. What do we want? To continue? Should we give up now? None of us could say for sure. However, one thing I did understand was that, despite some worry, desire had overcome reason, attempting to break free from all constraints. The weekend quietly arrived, and on Saturday we entrusted our son to my parents. We got up early to pack all the prepared items; a whole bag was filled with food, drinks, and entertainment—enough for four people for two days. There was also a bag of underwear for changes; my wife had even bought a new set of sexy, semi-transparent silk lingerie to add some spice to the game. After packing, we embarked on our journey full of anticipation, laughing and chatting all the way. Around noon, we arrived at our agreed-upon location on the outskirts of the city. It was a quiet and elegant hot spring resort hotel, somewhat different from the one my wife and I had visited last time. There were two main buildings housing the hotel rooms, and behind them, in a garden filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, were many outdoor shared hot spring pools—everything was so peaceful and cozy. We agreed with the Jun couple that we would split the cost for the two days equally. Jun and Hong arrived a little earlier than us; they had already booked a room and were waiting for us. It was a large two-bedroom suite—I really admire Jun and Hong's discerning eye and thoughtful planning. Entering the room, we put down our luggage, and the four of us exchanged knowing smiles as a greeting. For some reason, facing this moment that I had once so eagerly anticipated, I suddenly felt my heart pounding wildly, my breathing tense, my face gradually burning, and even my voice trembling slightly. I glanced at my wife beside me; she seemed just as nervous as I was. She held my arm helplessly, her body pressed tightly against mine, completely lacking the ease and naturalness she had shown earlier. Looking at Hong again, she hurriedly avoided my gaze, her face instantly flushed.

Jun was busy helping us with our luggage and pouring tea. The air felt heavy; we all silently watched Jun finish. Suddenly, the phone rang, breaking the silence. It was the restaurant calling to inform us that lunch was ready and to invite us to eat. After hanging up the phone, Jun said, "We've already ordered lunch before you came. Let's go eat first!" "Okay! Okay!" I managed to utter two words, my voice trembling slightly from my dry throat. Escaping the temporary awkwardness, we went to the restaurant together. Once seated, our laughter returned. Just like before, my wife sat next to Jun, and Hong sat beside me. Today, the four of us were away from the city's hustle and bustle, all dressed casually in crew neck shirts and shorts. My wife and Hong's white limbs were exposed, and they seemed excited about the passion that was about to begin. We enjoyed our food and chatted happily, occasionally cracking a few dirty jokes that made my wife and Hong laugh heartily. I took the opportunity to stroke Hong's thigh under the tablecloth, imagining Jun perhaps doing the same thing. Several times, I tried to reach for Hong's sensitive inner thigh; Hong was startled and quickly closed her legs tightly, quietly moving my hand away. After a while, seeing my wife and Jun chatting happily and not paying attention to us, she leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Won't they all be yours in a little while? Why the rush?" I chuckled foolishly, turned to look at her, and saw that Hong was incredibly shy. I knew that if I reached out and hugged her then, she would definitely collapse into my arms. Lunch ended quickly, and back in the room, we were all a little awkward again. No one dared to mention the exchange. Finally, we decided to go for a soak in the hot springs to relax first. We changed into our swimsuits and found a pool that could just fit four people. After removing our clothes, the wives' full, mature bodies were displayed before their husbands. Although they were no longer as graceful and perky as young girls, the mature charm of middle-aged women still aroused our desires. Jun and I smiled knowingly. My wife lay next to Jun, and Hong leaned against me, lying side by side in the warm water. Soon, we were completely soaked and sweating profusely. Hong was indeed taller and fuller than my wife, especially her breasts and hips, which frequently drew my burning gaze. Compared to Hong, my wife's previously somewhat voluptuous figure now appeared petite, possessing a unique charm. Jun and I brazenly plundered their bodies. Hong seemed to realize she could no longer hide my greedy desire for her breasts and meadows, so she simply displayed her body openly. I felt a little lightheaded, and my lower body gradually hardened. With a gentle push, I submerged my entire body in the water. I dared not look any longer, afraid I might do something rash. Jun and my wife chatted and laughed nearby, so close, yet I couldn't hear a word. The whole scene gave the impression that Hong was my wife, while my wife was Jun's woman. Over an hour in the hot spring had left our bodies feeling refreshed. Jun and I both realized that everything was ready, and it was time to begin. We suggested going back to the room, and my wife and Hong said nothing, silently agreeing. Wrapped in towels, Jun and I walked ahead, whispering as we discussed our next steps. My wife and Hong followed timidly behind, heads bowed, seemingly pondering the consequences. Jun and I quickly exchanged ideas; we had already discussed this on QQ, and this was just a reconfirmation. The short distance from the hot spring to our room felt incredibly long. Though I spoke excitedly, my heart pounded with apprehension, a mixture of anticipation and fear. I wondered what the other three were thinking—were they like me, or were they already carefree? Finally, we reached our room. Jun deftly opened the door, and we filed in. To ease the tension, we each poured ourselves a cup of tea. My wife and Hong, wearing swimsuits and towels, sat on the living room sofa, sipping their tea in silence.

I glanced at my wife, exchanged a look with Jun, picked up my teacup, and sat down next to Hong. Jun sat down next to my wife as well. I sensed Hong flinched nervously. Sensing our wives' tension, Jun and I exchanged another look and suggested we take a shower first, then play cards together. There was only one bathroom in the guest room. We quickly showered, changed, and reunited in the living room. Jun and I were wearing beach shorts and were both shirtless; we knew there was no need for extra clothing. My wife and Hong were wearing pajamas, the kind with low necklines that revealed a lot—the kind of tank tops you only wear in your own bedroom. Hong seemed to be wearing a bra, making it impossible to see her entire breasts at a glance. My wife was a bit bolder; she wasn't wearing a bra, and her two full breasts were clearly visible, the two large nipples proudly displayed against her pajamas, inevitably sparking the imagination. The four of us sat in a zigzag pattern, playing "Arching Pig" (a card game). As the game progressed, everyone gradually relaxed, talking and laughing more until they were completely at ease. My wife would sometimes deliberately shift her position to expose more of her body, and Jun, of course, didn't hesitate to feast his eyes on her. Although I also kept scanning Hong's body, her bra prevented me from fully seeing her breasts. After one round, we all seemed to have gotten used to the game and no longer needed any preamble; after all, we weren't there to play cards for entertainment. I looked around at the three of us, and Jun nodded at me, as if to say, "Let's begin!" I smiled and quietly explained the plan I had discussed with Jun. I said to my wife and Hong, "How about we all play together?" As soon as I finished speaking, my wife and Hong blushed. My wife lowered her head, avoiding our gaze, and kept shaking her head gently, remaining silent. After a while, knowing that Jun and I were waiting for their response, Hong said shyly in a soft voice, "I'm a little embarrassed. Let's separate for now. Anyway, it's only just begun, and there are still more than two days to let me adjust." My wife immediately nodded in agreement. Jun and I quickly exchanged glances; we knew we couldn't go too far at the beginning. I then took Hong's hand and led her to the bedroom, while Jun took my wife's hand and led her to another bedroom. I didn't look at my wife again; I knew that at this moment, we were both on the verge of giving up, and there was no turning back. Morality, responsibility, shame, and restraint were all forgotten; my only thought was to conquer the woman in front of me. Hong obediently followed me into the bedroom, where there was a clean double bed. I turned around and closed the door. When I turned back, Hong was facing away from me. She stood there, without making any movement, as if waiting for something. I pulled her into my arms. How much I had longed for her, and now it had become a reality. Hong's body trembled slightly; perhaps she had never been held so intimately by another man before? Perhaps she wasn't fully mentally prepared. With a soft sigh, "Ah!" Hong closed her eyes and leaned against me. I felt a surge of joy and quickly began to greedily caress Hong's body with my hands, letting her pajamas get all wrinkled. Jun and my wife were no longer on my mind; let them be. I only wanted to hold onto the present. Hong and I were pressed tightly together, her back to me. It was easy for me to plunder the peaks I craved, my swollen lower body pressing firmly against her soft buttocks. I didn't want to change this position. I breathed hotly, kissing Hong's earlobe, and gently pulled down her pajamas. The pajamas fluttered to the ground, and Hong seemed startled, instinctively clutching her chest. I knew she was a little shy! But my desire wouldn't allow her any resistance. I stroked her waist, gradually moving upwards, then tried to remove her arms. Hong swayed slightly, perhaps realizing that this small resistance was futile, and didn't persist. I moved her arms away. I admired her from behind. Hong was still wearing a white half-cup bra, her full breasts mostly exposed, seemingly struggling to break free from their restraints with her rapid breathing.

I skillfully unhooked her bra from behind, took it off, and tossed it onto the soft chair beside her. Hong nervously crossed her arms again, as if afraid I would snatch them away. I tried to move them away again, but Hong resisted somewhat forcefully. After a moment, Hong softly said, "Let's close the curtains." Heh, she was in a bit of a hurry and hadn't even closed the curtains. I quickly closed the curtains, still holding Hong from behind, and whispered, "Is it okay now?" Hong didn't speak, but carefully moved her arms away. Holy crap! What two full treasures! Although they had sagged a bit after breastfeeding, they were still incredibly full, with large, dark areolas, and two nipples like Xinjiang cream grapes, standing proudly erect. I was aroused. I imagined how juicy and sweet they used to be. I sat on the edge of the bed, facing Red standing before me, my eyes wide with lust. Red shyly closed her eyes, unable to look any longer. I opened my mouth and took a grape-like nipple into my mouth, sucking greedily and hungryly. My hands didn't stop either, kneading her other breast—it felt so good! I alternately sucked on Red's two nipples, and soon Red became aroused, her breathing gradually becoming heavier. I seized the opportunity, gently pulling down Red's panties. She felt it, and let out another soft "Ah!" Red's lush, dark vulva was revealed before me, thick and glossy, and my desire filled my entire body. I laid Red down on the bed. Perhaps it was out of habit, or perhaps I felt I could no longer escape, so I decided to face it bravely. Red's legs parted slightly, and I immediately had a complete view of her, her plump labia wet and slightly parted. Heh, perhaps she was already climaxing. I continued with foreplay, my lips and hands roaming over Red's body. Soon, my lips reached Hong's most intimate part. I paused briefly, glanced at it, and immediately opened my mouth, taking her wet opening completely inside, my tongue dancing actively within. Hong's body trembled, and a long-suppressed moan escaped her lips in a cathartic release. "Ah! Ah! Ah! No! No! Don't do this!" Hong was somewhat incoherent; I knew she was completely aroused. Several times, perhaps due to her excitement, she even lifted her upper body, ran her hands through my hair, and murmured, "No! No! I can't take it anymore!" before collapsing weakly back onto the bed, moaning loudly. Suddenly, Hong gathered her strength, sat up, and without a word, moved my head away, lunging at my penis. Without uttering a sound, she opened her mouth and took my entire penis into her mouth. Ah! It felt so good! Hong's oral skills were absolutely top-notch; she must have honed them through years of practice. Red was completely disregarding everything, moving vigorously between my legs, her aroused body trembling constantly, and I was starting to feel the strain. I gently lifted Red's head, interrupting her movements, and kissed her wet, parted lips. Red understood my intention, obediently lying down, raising her legs, and slowly opening them, her swollen opening excitedly parting. Red opened her eyes, gazing lovingly at my erect penis, waiting for its penetration. I didn't rush in, but leaned down and whispered to Red, "No condom, is that okay?" Red instantly blushed, avoiding my gaze, and didn't answer, which was tacit consent. I then asked, "Is it okay to ejaculate inside?" Hong immediately turned her face to the side, paused for a moment, and shyly whispered, "Yes!" Without another word, I thrust in. "Ah!!!" Hong screamed, raising her head with wide eyes, looking at me in astonishment, as if questioning my intrusion into her body. However, she then collapsed onto the bed, letting me conquer her. Her body was so wet, so hot. Hong wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing down hard, as if wanting me to go even deeper.

I thrust forcefully, almost violently. Hong gasped and moaned, struggling to withstand my impact, her hands gripping the sheets, her fists clenched, her voluptuous body swaying involuntarily with each thrust. After a few minutes, Hong laboriously lifted her head slightly, her eyes wide open, looking at me with astonishment, and cried out, "Ah! I can't take it anymore!" I immediately felt a gush of hot liquid spurt out of her. I slowly withdrew my wet penis from her. "Ah!" Hong cried softly and urgently said, "Don't come out." I breathed heavily and whispered, "Wait a little longer, it'll be over soon!" I straightened up and turned Hong's body over with my hands. Hong immediately understood, turning over and lying face down on the bed, raising her voluptuous buttocks, displaying her genitals unashamedly in front of me. Hong turned her head and said to me, "Hurry! Hurry up!" I didn't say anything, one hand on Hong's plump buttocks, gathered all my strength, and thrust forward, plunging my penis completely into Hong's body. Hong raised her head high and let out a howl of "Oh!", her whole body tensing up and stiffening. I, too, stopped moving due to excessive excitement, letting my penis fully enjoy the pleasure of the intrusion. After a long while, Hong reached back and touched my thigh, gently pushing me away, turning her head to the side, and whispered, "Gently! Gently! I can't take it!" Heh, she can't take it already? The best is yet to come. Without thinking too much, I braced myself on the bed with both hands, pressed my upper body against Hong's back, and began the final sprint. After more than a dozen violent thrusts, amidst Hong's repeated screams, I released all the semen that had been accumulating inside me into her body. I collapsed weakly onto Hong's body, we both panting heavily, savoring the intense intercourse we had just had. After resting for a while, I whispered in Hong's ear, "Was it comfortable?" Hong blushed and said coquettishly, "You're so naughty! I won't tell you!" I chuckled, rolled over, and lay down next to Hong, wrapping my arms around her. Hong remained lying there. After a short while, Hong turned her body, facing me sideways, smiling, and brought her two full breasts towards my head, her large nipples close to my mouth. I immediately understood, opened my mouth, and took the nearest one into my mouth, sucking hard like a baby. After a while, I switched to the other one, alternating between them. Hong seemed to be enjoying it very much, and soon she began to moan softly. I increased the intensity of my sucking—hehe, with all my might! Hong even started moaning a little wildly; perhaps she really liked it when a man suckled her breasts? I don't know how much time passed, but Hong seemed to have reached her limit. She gently pulled her nipple from my mouth, cupped her breast in her hand, and rubbed it vigorously. She said to me, "You're tired too, rest for a while!" I smiled at her, thinking, "What a considerate woman." Then I remembered my wife and Jun next door. I wondered how they were doing. We listened intently to the sounds from the next room. Strangely, there was no sound. Perhaps the walls were soundproof, or perhaps the doors were closed. We couldn't tell what was happening there. I couldn't help but wonder! A moment later, I heard the door next door open, footsteps, and then the bathroom door close.

Hong gestured for me to go check. I opened the door and went to the next room. The door was open, but no one was inside. The bed was a mess. I could only hear the sound of running water and the two of them laughing and joking in the bathroom. Hey! They were taking a bath together! I never expected this! My wife, who was usually so quiet at home and so serious with outsiders, could be like this? I went back into the room and said to Hong, "The two of them went to take a shower together, and we'll go together in a bit!" Hong chuckled and laughed out loud. After my wife and Jun finished showering, I deliberately pulled Hong out of the room quickly. The four of us met in the living room, and I saw Jun and my wife only wearing towels around their lower bodies. Haha, why bother with towels? What are they pretending for? We all know each other! Hong and I were both naked. Jun still seemed very excited. As soon as my wife saw me, she immediately lowered her head with a shy smile, and Hong did the same, quietly hiding behind me. Perhaps they weren't used to being so naked in front of outsiders with their husbands. Jun and I exchanged a smile and winked. I pulled Hong into the bathroom. We took a long, refreshing shower, and of course, we couldn't help but satisfy our desires with our hands. Hong no longer showed any hesitation or resistance. Hong understood very well that in the past ten minutes, she had given her entire body to me, and I had no secrets left. After showering, I stepped out of the bathroom and found Jun and his wife lying on the large bed in the bedroom, covered with towels, chatting. I was momentarily at a loss for what to do or say. Regardless, I decided to go over and ask. Hong and I went over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Looking at my wife, an indescribable feeling welled up inside me, and I couldn't utter a word. After a moment's thought, I asked my wife with concern, "How do you feel?" Everyone present understood the meaning behind my words. My wife lowered her head shyly and softly murmured, "Mmm!" Jun asked Hong the same question. Hong first secretly pinched me on the back, then said shyly, "He's a really good person!" Haha, Jun and I both breathed a sigh of relief and laughed happily. It seemed like a good start. We both secretly thought that the best was yet to come. After a passionate physical encounter, the four of us felt even closer, and we could talk about anything. Because Jun and Hong were a few years older than us, they asked us to address each other as brother and sister-in-law. We chatted for a few more minutes, then both felt a bit tired, so we decided to go back to our rooms to rest and take a nap. My wife got up and came back to the other bedroom with me. I quickly closed the door and we lay down on the bed together. I couldn't wait to ask her, "Hey! Tell me, tell me, how was it?" But she just kept laughing and wouldn't say anything. After a while, she finally blurted out, "What don't you know? Why are you asking me?" Damn it, how am I supposed to know if you don't tell me? I knew she wouldn't give me any details, so I didn't press her. I just casually said, "Why was there no sound from your side? I thought you…!" Before I could finish, she giggled and said, "I was a little nervous, so I didn't dare to make a sound! But I heard Hong shouting over here. You did her well, didn't you?" I chuckled and then asked, "Did you use a condom?" My wife looked at me with some surprise and said, "Yes, of course! What? You didn't use one?" I smiled and nodded. "You're really something! You're so charming!" I chuckled mischievously, a hint of satisfaction in my voice. Feeling genuinely tired, I said to my wife, "I'm exhausted, let's take a nap!" and then lay down to sleep. The air conditioning in the room was on full blast, making me feel incredibly comfortable, and I soon drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I felt completely refreshed and my sleepiness had vanished. I reached out and drew back the curtains; the sun was shining brightly outside. I figured I'd only slept for about an hour. I was about to wake my wife when I turned around—wait, she wasn't there. Where had she gone? Had she gone to the bathroom? Thinking this, I felt incredibly thirsty, so I got out of bed, opened the door, went to the living room, grabbed an ice-cold Coke from the refrigerator, and took a few refreshing gulps. It felt wonderfully satisfying.

Just as I was feeling pleased with myself, I suddenly heard faint voices coming from the room with the main door closed. Looking around, I saw the bathroom door was open, but it seemed no one was inside. I quickly went to Jun's door and listened intently. I could clearly hear my wife's excited moans coming from inside. What was going on? Could they be…? I gently pushed open the door, carefully making no sound. The door opened silently, and I couldn't believe my eyes. They were having a threesome! Jun was lying on the bed, and his wife was sitting between his legs, moving up and down, her full breasts bouncing with her movements, emitting soft moans of pleasure. Hong lay on her side beside Jun, her hands cupping her two swollen breasts, kneading them, while Jun was sucking hard on one nipple. Holy crap! So intense? I felt my blood rush to my head, and my head spun. This! This! How could this be? My mind went completely blank. Strangely, I didn't feel angry at all. Instead, I was infected by the scene before me, my body throbbing with excitement. My penis gradually became erect and firm, and I really wanted to throw myself into their midst immediately. Inadvertently, my wife noticed me standing blankly in the doorway and cried out, "Ah!" She immediately leaned over Jun and shouted anxiously, "Honey! Don't come in!" Jun and Hong also noticed my presence. Jun smiled, his eyes seemingly gesturing for me to join in. Hong, however, hurriedly ran over, gently pushed me out the door with both hands, closed the door, leaving only her head sticking out, and said anxiously, "Good brother, you rest for a while. After Jun is done, the two of us will keep you company!" After saying that, she immediately closed the door and locked it. Damn it! They actually did this behind my back... When did my wife go to their place? How come I didn't know anything about it? When did they discuss it? Thinking about this, I felt really indignant. However, it seemed useless to say anything now. Since it was like this, I might as well let it be. On second thought, I could also be with the two of them in a while... and I felt much more at ease. I went back to my room, lay down on the bed, and closed my eyes to rest. Is this what we wanted? What will happen in the future? Will we still be able to face each other calmly? There were no answers, and I couldn't figure it out. I might as well stop thinking about it! Not long after, Jun came out and stood in the doorway, saying, "Brother, hurry up and go!" I quickly got up, put on my beach shorts, and went to Jun, asking, "How was it?" Jun laughed and said, "It was awesome! Go on! Hey! Take it easy, don't go too fast!" After saying that, he turned and walked towards the bathroom. I rushed into their room and saw my wife and Hong lying naked on the bed, talking about something. When they saw me come in, my wife giggled, and Hong whispered to me, "Close the door!" I immediately turned around, closed the door, and locked it. Then, I excitedly got into bed. Seeing that I was still wearing my pants, my wife laughed and said, "What are you doing! You're still covered up so well!" I chuckled and quickly took off my shorts. Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Aren't you going to wash up?" His wife giggled again and said, "My sister-in-law didn't do anything with my brother, she just used her mouth. She wanted to save the rest for you! I used a condom when we did it, you won't mind, will you?" Hong quickly punched his wife, his face flushed, and he looked at her with a puzzled expression.ヒ丫陰恼峭α恕F拮佑檬治兆∥业囊蹙ヌ着肆较拢档溃骸昂姑欢趺淳驼庋耍炕故墙憬阆壤窗桑墒窍皮愫芫昧耍焙烀凰祈埃Η郁缱谖伊酵戎洌绞治兆∥业囊蹙ィ尾壳崆角囊惶В缓笥昧σ蛔皢辏本谷凰吵┑牧蝓耍蠢此缇妥急负昧恕？ Hehe, I've given my wife oral sex like this

many times before, but today it seems extremely stimulating. I opened my mouth and took my wife's vulva into my mouth, excitedly giving her oral sex. Damn! Is this the legendary threesome? Before long, they both started moaning excitedly, it was really stimulating to listen to. The moans were high and low, tight and slow, like a beautiful melody, impacting my brain. I felt that my wife was completely burning with passion, her vagina contracting rhythmically, and her moans becoming more and more rapid. After a while, my wife couldn't resist any longer. She turned to Hong and whispered, "Let me have a turn." Hong tacitly raised her body, making room for me. My wife arched her hips, stepped back, and without even looking, precisely took my penis into her mouth. "Ah!" My wife let out a comfortable moan, then skillfully began to move up and down. Seeing my opportunity, I pulled Hong over and had her straddle my waist. I said to her, "I really love your breasts, let me suckle some more!" Hong's face was flushed, as if she hadn't fully recovered from the excitement. She slowly raised her hips, bent down, cupped her breasts with both hands, and put one large nipple into my mouth. I immediately sucked greedily. After a while, Hong pulled the nipple out and switched to the other. Soon, I couldn't withstand the stimulation anymore. I felt my penis tingling and swelling. My wife immediately sensed that I might ejaculate. She immediately got up, pulled my penis out, and gently stroked it a few times. The penis that was about to erupt immediately subsided a little. My clever wife let me rest for a while, then gently pulled on Hong's hips. Hong immediately understood, pulling her legs back and taking my penis into her body again, thrusting wildly. I still had Hong's nipple in my mouth, enduring her powerful thrusts. Hong was truly going crazy, moving up and down forcefully, screaming wildly. I felt I couldn't take it anymore and ignored my wife beside me. After several dozen thrusts, I yelled and forcefully ejaculated a hot stream deep into Hong's body. Hong collapsed on top of me, moaning with unsatisfied pleasure. I felt completely drained, only able to gasp for breath! After resting for a while, we took showers one after the other. After showering, we felt much better. The four of us gathered in the living room again, brewed strong tea, and chatted easily while relaxing. Now, we had no secrets from each other, and we spoke freely and without restraint. I held Hong, and Jun held my wife, both comfortably reclining on the sofa. Throughout the conversation, we stopped hiding our actions and sometimes openly touched each other. I even pulled open Hong's nightgown, exposing her full breasts, and brazenly, almost boastfully, kneaded them in front of my wife and Jun. My wife and Jun smiled and passionately touched each other's private parts opposite us, a kind of small revenge. Jun and I both expressed our desire for a foursome. My wife and Hong remained blushing and with their heads down, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, which made Jun and I incredibly itchy.

After Jun and I relentlessly pursued them, my wife and Hong finally agreed, on the condition that they separate immediately if they feel uncomfortable. Jun and I both nodded in agreement. The real battle had just begun. Evening arrived quickly. Instead of going to a restaurant, we brought out the food and drinks we had prepared beforehand. We had prepared a large quantity, making it quite lavish. The four of us drank a bottle of red wine and ate our fill, feeling much more refreshed. We didn't rush into anything, but simply sipped our wine while embracing each other, hoping everything would begin slowly and deliberately. Time passed slowly, and after finishing the second bottle of red wine, we both felt a little lightheaded, our faces slightly flushed, and our hearts racing. I saw my wife and Jun kissing passionately across from me, their hands caressing each other's bodies. I embraced Hong from behind, lay down on the sofa opposite them, and slowly kneaded her breasts with my hands. Hong and I, slightly tipsy, quietly watched their actions. My wife leaned against Jun, letting him caress her body. Jun whispered a few words in his wife's ear. I didn't hear what he said, but I saw her sit up, raising her arms high. Jun skillfully and slowly removed her nightgown, then her underwear. She was completely naked, lying limply in his arms. Jun's lips roamed over her ear, neck, breasts, waist, and the grass, sucking. She breathed weakly, moaning softly. Hong and I remained lying on the opposite sofa, watching quietly. I felt a surge of excitement; my penis, once again burning with desire, stood erect. I reached into Hong's underwear—damn! It was wet! I sensed she was aroused; her breathing was rapid. Across from us, my wife, unable to resist Jun's advances, moaned louder. Her breasts, once soft and sagging, now swelled and stood erect, her skin glistening with desire, her legs contracting and relaxing. After a while, my wife sat up from Jun's lap, took off Jun's beach shorts, and Jun was also naked, his penis erect and angry. My wife turned to us, her face flushed, and smiled, saying softly, "I'm still a little uncomfortable, let's each do it ourselves first!" Then she gestured for Hong to come over. Hong and I immediately understood and sat up from the sofa together. I quickly took off Hong's pajamas and underwear. Jun sat up from the sofa. Hong stood up, naked, and walked over, squatting between Jun's legs. She opened her mouth and took Jun's penis into her mouth, sucking on it. She looked at him intently, her voice trembling. She felt a strange, involuntary urge to suck. She looked at him with a mixture of pleasure and remorse, her voice trembling ... The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly representing a corrupted or incomplete text. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful. The yellow leech and the leech were very close and well-connected. The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation is not possible without further context or clarification. Barium, urgent, hard, ship, spring, ＞槐弑ё牌拮樱槐咴谰咚档溃骸拔夷懿淮魈滋茁穑俊保拮痈厦戳宋乙谎郏矣幂酃馐疽馷也⒉辉谝猓拮幼非嵘囟跃担骸八婺惆桑本酥螅?斐P朔埽?厦拮影吹梗?機患按I remained lying on the sofa. Hong climbed between my legs, and without a word, skillfully straddled my

penis, allowing me to enter her again. "Oh!" Hong let out a low moan, then lay on top of me. This time, Hong didn't close her eyes; she stared at me intently, her body moving up and down forcefully, the speed gradually increasing. I, too, stared wide-eyed at her, thrusting in and out of her with all my might, as if we were secretly competing. Because of Hong's body, I could no longer see Jun and my wife; the only sounds in the room were the sounds of two bodies colliding, the loud moans of excitement from my wife and Hong, and the heavy breathing of Jun and me. At that moment, my mind was blank; I couldn't remember anything. I only felt my body moving incessantly, driven by my primal desires. My wife and Hong kept shouting in my ear; perhaps it was their first time experiencing face-to-face four-person swapping, and they quickly reached their climax. I felt Hong stop moving amidst the shouts, her eyes wide open as she looked at me, her vagina rhythmically contracting and expanding. I knew she had reached her climax. Because of the two intense sexual encounters that afternoon, I felt I could still hold on for a while, so I simply held Hong's hips with both hands and frantically thrust into her. Hong couldn't bear it any longer and groaned loudly. Over there, judging from the sounds, my wife seemed to have reached her climax as well, but Jun showed no sign of stopping, continuing to thrust vigorously. God knows where he got so much strength. Gradually, my wife also couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed one of my legs with both hands, weakly leaning her upper body against the sofa, enduring Jun's powerful impact, her moans becoming distorted. Unable to withstand the combined stimulation of my eyes, ears, and penis, after a flurry of thrusting, I released the last of my semen into Hong's body. With a shout, I weakly embraced Hong, involuntarily sucking on her alluring breasts. Not long after, Jun, with a shout as well, ejaculated into his wife for the first time. His wife weakly stood up and ran into the bathroom, Jun following closely behind. Hong and I ignored them, simply entwining ourselves on the sofa, enjoying the post-passionate languor. After Jun and his wife emerged from the bathroom, Hong and I went in, turning on the shower. A warm stream of water washed over us, instantly making us feel much more awake. I began to carefully observe Hong's body—a voluptuous, fair-skinned figure. Although she looked a bit older, she was still captivating. Heh, is it true that other men's wives are always better? My gaze was fixed on Hong's breasts, a pair of full breasts displaying the maturity unique to women who have breastfed, hanging heavily on her chest. Hong noticed me staring at her breasts and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at? Haven't you had enough?" I hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to finally ask the question that had been lingering in my mind: "When you gave birth, you must have had a lot of milk, right?" "Oh! You're so naughty!" Hong suddenly blushed and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. I chuckled and said, "What's wrong with that? I just wanted to know." She saw that I seemed serious and not joking. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Back then, I did have a lot of milk. It was so engorged and painful. The baby couldn't finish it all, so I had to express a lot every day, otherwise I would get engorged!" I looked at her, somewhat surprised, and asked, "Oh? Really? Was it tasty? Sweet?" "Get lost, I've never tasted it, I don't know!" Hong immediately laughed and scolded. "Where did it go? Jun must have eaten it!" Definitely! I was a little envious of Jun.

I said blankly, "I want to eat it too!" "Where can you find it now? It's all gone." Hong laughed. "That's hard to say!" I said, somewhat dazed. Seeing my persistence, Hong smiled and said, "Then you can eat it. If there's any, it's all yours!" "Okay! It's a deal!" I said excitedly. After taking a shower, haha, I took a month's worth of showers in one day. I went to the living room, where my wife and Jun were lazily resting on the sofa, already exhausted. I said to them, "How about we take turns sleeping tonight?" My wife looked at me strangely, but still agreed. Jun naturally didn't object. Watching my wife and Jun go into the bedroom, I smiled strangely. I pulled Hong into another bedroom, closed the door, and hugged Hong tightly. After a moment of tenderness, Hong was very compliant. I laid Hong down on the bed and began to knead her breasts. As I kneaded her breasts, I whispered to Hong, "Actually, every man has a bit of a mother complex, especially when he meets a mature woman!" Hong chuckled, puffed out her chest, and said, "You little devil, you know how to talk!" I took one of Hong's large nipples into my mouth and sucked hard. Hong let out a soft moan and said, "Gently, it hurts a little!" Haha, she was using too much force. I eased up a bit and continued to greedily alternate sucking on Hong's breasts. Soon, Hong let out a comfortable moan. In this way, the ship can be protected, and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated and the water can be heated. In this way, ... Coal stalks, I saw them, they were like a painting, a vibrant scene, a tangible image, a glimpse of the surrounding landscape. They were like a painting, a tangible image ...蔽液俸俚幕敌ψ牛葩砉亓说啤；氐酱采希媸歉芯鹾芷1沽耍叶院焖担骸八耍炕故窃倭幕岫俊保?烨嵘卮穑骸八桑√哿耍∶魈煅倭模蔽液芸炀徒肓嗣蜗雲2恢裁词焙蛄耍尿沃星逍压础N衣卣隹劬Γ也伲∠帕宋乙惶『煺嗵勺牛鲎叛劬醋盼摇N一亓嘶厣疤实溃骸凹傅懔耍俊薄拔乙膊恢馈！焙煨α诵λ怠N野汛傲崩惶醴欤还纱葡萄鄣难艄庹丈浣矗衣砩戏畔麓傲保磺樵傅叵麓玻闷鹱郎系霓直硪豢矗。 The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification. 8舯诘姆棵殴刈牛崆嵋煌疲趴耍節雍途稍诖采狭奶炷兀此且惨丫亞恕N宜担骸霸趺醋牛炕沽哪兀坎怀苑沽耍俊本ψ潘担骸暗饶忝悄悄兀』挂晕忝亲鲈绮倌兀蔽夜恍λ档溃骸安换岚桑克姓饷春孟辶ρ剑∽甙桑 The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification. 咛逵惺裁幢浠兀课乙菜挡磺箄皇腔ハ嗟难凵裰忻挥辛艘苫蠛突耪牛《霓呛槁雎龅奈氯帷N颐且槐叱砸槐咝∩淖牛淖抛蛱斓母惺埽档焦丶笨蹋嗣嵌贾还说屯飞敌Γ辉傺杂铩：呛牵芯鹾艽炭ぱ健?BR>

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