My wife is the best!

This is an ordinary little village in the Dabie Mountains, called Xishui Village. The village isn't very big, with only about a hundred households. The houses are all Ming and Qing dynasty buildings. Standing on the mountaintop overlooking the white walls and gray tiles nestled among the green hills and clear waters, listening to the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking from the neighborhood, one feels a sense of antiquity and mystery, as if stepping into the Peach Blossom Spring described by Tao Yuanming.

A river runs in front of the village, about twenty meters wide, which is considered quite large in the mountains. The river meanders from the distant mountains, making a bend here before flowing onward. It's probably because of this river that the village is called Xishui Village (meaning "Playing with Water"). There's a small, covered boat on the river, and Old Chen is the boatman. Perhaps due to its remote location and poverty, there has never been a bridge across the Xishui River.

People relied on Old Chen's wooden boat for transportation every day. Early in the morning, when the village was shrouded in mist, Old Chen would ferry the men, women, and children from one side of the river to the other. In the evening, as the sun set, he would return to ferry them back to the village. Those were Old Chen's busiest times of day. If no one was using the boat, Old Chen would sometimes take out his beloved flute and play a tune, or sometimes take out his fishing rod and fish for a while. If he was lucky, he could catch several big fish in a day.

Old Chen's name was Chen Deshui, and he was thirty-eight years old. He had completed junior high school and was once the most educated person in the village. His son, Chen Letian, was in his final year of junior high school. If he passed the high school entrance exam this year, he would replace him as the most educated person in the village. The happiest time of his day was when his wife, Chen Wanxiu, brought him food.

Eating the fragrant rice in his bowl, looking at his wife's still firm and well-proportioned body wrapped in coarse cloth, especially her full and plump breasts, Old Chen couldn't help but feel a little itchy inside.

This boat was passed down to Old Chen by his father, and it was like half his home. Sometimes he wouldn't go back to his home on land and would spend the night on the boat, especially in the summer. Chen Wanxiu had scolded him many times for this, saying that he treated the boat like his wife, leaving his lawfully wedded wife at home unattended. However, Chen Wanxiu was a reasonable woman. She knew that Chen Deshui had grown up on this boat and had a deep affection for it and the water. If she really blamed Old Chen for this, it would seem that she was being unreasonable.

The weather this summer was particularly hot. The sun shone brightly on the Xishui River, making the surface of the river shimmer.

Even the cicadas, which usually played noisily, seemed lifeless, only occasionally chirping softly.

It was midday again. Old Chen moored the boat under the shade of a large tree on the bank, took a bath in the river, climbed onto the bow, and water droplets flowed down his legs onto the deck, forming two wet footprints. He dried himself off in the cabin, changed his trousers, and hung the soaking wet ones on the wooden railing outside. He lit a cigarette, sat down in the cabin, and enjoyed the cool shade provided by the boat's canopy.

"She should be here soon, why is she later than usual today?" Old Chen finished his cigarette and looked at the path along the shore; his wife's familiar figure hadn't appeared yet.

Just as Old Chen was starting to feel restless, a small yellow dog appeared at the far end of the path, wagging its tail happily. He was delighted; it was his dog, and it knew Chen Wanxiu was coming soon.

Sure enough, a moment later, the woman's graceful figure appeared in the distance.

She carried a small bamboo basket containing food for the man. A blue and white towel hung over his head to shield him from the sun. He wore a white polyester shirt and black coarse cloth trousers. Mountain people were always so simple. The polyester shirt was brought to him by his second brother's wife, who taught in the county town.

"Deshui, you must be starving!" Chen Wanxiu went to the boat, entered the cabin, and sat beside her husband. Watching him eat with relish, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She loved seeing him eat like a child; this feeling had never changed in their more than ten years of marriage.
"Yes. If you hadn't brought me food, my stomach would have been empty." Old Chen patted his stomach as he ate the delicious food his wife had prepared. Rowing a boat was physically demanding, and the constant exposure to wind and sun had given him a flat but firm stomach, his dark skin a sign of good health.
"You, even with a fifteen-year-old child, you're still the same as when I married you," Chen Wanxiu said with a smile, gently slapping his smooth back.

"Haha, you married me because you like my personality, didn't you?" Old Chen wiped his greasy mouth after finishing his meal, saying contentedly.

"Hehe, all you know how to do is talk. I think our Letian is becoming more and more like you, with the same mischievous temper. Let's see which girl can stand him in the future." Chen Wanxiu said as she bent down to put the dishes into the bamboo basket.

Old Chen glanced down and saw a plump, large bottom encased in the woman's black pants. "Wanxiu, your bottom is still so big." Old Chen swallowed hard and said, his hand involuntarily reaching out to touch the woman's bottom. The elastic feel intensified his itch.
Old Chen felt the woman's body tremble slightly, and he saw her hand suddenly stop in the basket. "You... take your hand away, someone will be taking the boat later..." the woman said softly, turning to look at the man, her eyes filled with a tender, playful gaze.
“Wanxiu, I can’t wait any longer. Your period has been going on for several days. It should be over by now, right? I’ve been holding back for days.” Old Chen simply reached into the woman’s pants, playing with her buttocks, which he loved to touch, feeling the smooth, slippery texture of her skin.
“Don’t do this… If someone sees us, how can I face anyone after this?” Chen Wanxiu’s face turned bright red, and she said in a trembling voice. The man’s burning gaze and hot hand made her heart tremble for no reason. She felt a mixture of anticipation and resistance towards the hand pressing on her buttocks.

“It’s so hot, and it’s noon. Who would take the ferry?” Old Chen pulled the woman closer and pressed his hand unceremoniously onto her firm breasts. The woman let out a soft moan and fell into Old Chen’s arms. His erect penis pressed against her buttocks, and she felt a surge of heat and blush.

"No..." Chen Wanxiu's face flushed slightly, looking exceptionally shy. It was hard to imagine that a thirty-three-year-old woman, who had already given birth, could still have such a charming expression when caressed by her husband.

"You...you can't even wait until tonight to come home..." She gripped the man's hand tightly, preventing him from moving, and her body tensed up from the effort.

"Wanxiu, why do your breasts feel so good to the touch?" Old Chen ignored the woman's complaint; he only knew that his penis was fully erect and needed to be inserted into the woman's lower body for a complete release.

Old Chen was strong, and with a little effort, he freed his hand from the woman's grasp. As he spoke, he reached into the woman's shirt, kneading her still firm and full breasts. The elasticity and fleshy feel, and the smoothness of her skin, as smooth as jade and as fine as silk, were simply irresistible to him. In a short while, Old Chen felt the woman's nipples stand erect, tickling his palm.

"Let me touch it. I haven't touched your little patch of land for days, I've been missing it terribly." Before the words were even finished, Old Chen pulled his hand out of the woman's shirt and shoved it into her pants, his fingers already sticky between her legs.

"Heh, look at you, I haven't even done anything to you yet, and you're already soaking wet down there. Thinking about men, huh?" Old Chen joked, his fingers ruthlessly plunging into the woman's wet lower body, stirring it around and making a blush-inducing squelching sound.

"You... what nonsense are you talking about? What kind of man teases his woman like that?" Chen Wanxiu glared at the man, clamping her thighs tightly together and speaking with a stern face. Even her angry expression looked beautiful. However, a blush crept onto her delicate face without her realizing it; the man's words had inadvertently struck a nerve.

"Alright, alright, I admit I was wrong. I'll apologize to you." Old Chen said, pulling his shorts aside, revealing a hot, red penis standing erect in front of the woman.

"You... hurry up and hide it. It's really not good if someone sees it." Chen Wanxiu said, both ashamed and anxious. She quickly turned to the side to cover the man's lower body, glancing nervously outside the cabin as if someone was peeping at her. In fact, at this moment, besides the couple entangled on the ferry boat and the little yellow dog playing in the shade of the trees on the riverbank, there were no other people or animals on the riverbank. The people living on the riverbank were all staying indoors to cool off; why would they come out to wander around?

"There's no one around now, we need to hurry." Old Chen showed no sign of tucking his penis back into his pants. Instead, he pulled the woman's hand over and pressed it against his rock-hard penis.

"Why are you in such a rush..." Chen Wanxiu said reproachfully. But as soon as her hand touched the man's hot penis, she fell silent, only feeling her lower body become even wetter. Perhaps it was because she hadn't been with Old Chen for several days, and she had become more sensitive.

"My wife is the best." Old Chen's hand grasped and kneaded the woman's breasts, the firm and elastic feel of them making him even more excited.

"You, I just can't do anything with you." Chen Wanxiu sighed softly. The man's reckless and impulsive nature was something she both loved and hated, just like that evening fifteen years ago when she lost her virginity to him in their private plot. At the same time, the man's caresses made her feel comfortable, and her body relaxed instantly, feeling as soft as noodles.

Seeing that the woman had tacitly consented, Old Chen seized the opportunity to pull down the woman's pants, revealing a large, snow-white buttocks before his eyes. For over a decade, the woman's body had remained unchanged, with her large buttocks. Old Chen's favorite feature was that large, white buttocks of the woman, the white buttocks that had borne him a son.

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