Two Dragons Play

Two Dragons Playing with Their Wife
The day after the Mid-Autumn Festival family dinner, my wife's usual gloom vanished, her face beaming like a blooming peony. The more vibrant the flower, the more diligently its owner waters it. Each time she waters it, she thinks about how wonderful it would be to have Old Wang lend a hand. But how to do it? She's at a loss. First, my wife won't agree; second, Old Wang is my close friend of many years, how could I ask him? I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So, I can only create some opportunities for them to meet secretly. My wife is tight-lipped; afterwards, she only enjoys herself in secret, never sharing it with me. No matter how much I subtly hint at it, she pretends not to understand, and pleading is futile. Even so, during lovemaking, just imagining them rolling around together is enough to excite me. Yesterday, to avoid the National Day holiday travel rush, my wife and I went to climb Mount Tai. Not wanting them to be glued together all day, I didn't invite Old Wang. Because the two of them were in particularly good spirits, they climbed all the way from the foot of the mountain to Nantianmen. Reaching the summit, they gazed into the distance, their thoughts racing. My wife asked me what I was looking at. "Standing here, do you still think those mountains are high? Look at that wide valley; how many things can't it contain? As people, why don't we elevate our own standards, like this mountain? Why don't we broaden our minds, like this valley?" My wife nodded in agreement. Spending the night on the mountain, we inevitably had a passionate night of lovemaking, which was a fitting tribute to Mount Tai. This morning, gazing at the fiery red cloud rising slowly from the sea of clouds, my wife sighed, "How beautiful! If life is like the sun, then we should be the rising sun year after year. Youth shouldn't be like flowing water, nor should we emulate the tragic love story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. We should live happily, and be worthy of each new sun." Ah, so poetic... "Yes, how many good times in life do we know? The sun sets and disappears. The cicadas sing for only a few days in summer, then the autumn wind blows them away without a trace," she said, a touch of sadness in her voice. The morning breeze at the mountaintop was quite chilly, and my wife shivered a little. I pulled her into my arms, and she hugged me tightly, attracting the attention of many tourists who forgot about watching the sunrise. It was just a hug, was it really that interesting? After warming up a bit, I took a few pictures of my wife and then we headed down the mountain. Going up was just tiring, but going down was a nightmare; my legs felt like cotton wool, and I was practically swaying as I walked. When we got home in the afternoon, my wife collapsed onto the bed and wouldn't get up. She kept begging me to give her a massage. "My dear, I'm like a clay Bodhisattva crossing a river... Okay, I'll get you a masseur." "Okay, but I'm all sweaty... I need to take a shower." While she was showering, I called Lao Wang. "Lao Wang, it's terrible! I came down from Mount Tai, and my back is about to break! Please help me!" "Oh, I just got back from the gym. I'll take a shower first and then come over." "Done... I need to take a shower too. A bath together as a couple isn't unusual, but thinking about what might happen, my husband's still a bit restless. My wife, of course, offered some comfort, but I only allowed her polite greetings; I needed to save that energy for a bigger purpose. After my wife finished showering, she remembered to ask, 'Which massage therapist did you hire?' I coaxed her, 'That old Chinese medicine doctor at the clinic on the back street, his skills are excellent. Get in bed and wait.' My wife gave me a coquettish look: 'Couldn't you find a younger one?' Hehe, she's showing her playful side again. 'You look like a tired duck, if I gave you a young man, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to handle it.' 'A young man is what relieves fatigue.' 'Okay, you wait, no begging for mercy today.' This little vixen, in just a few days, she's become so open-minded; I'm almost at my wit's end with her...' I was worried someone would knock on the door soon, so I quickly finished showering and just as I put on my pajamas, the doorbell rang." As soon as Old Wang entered, he shouted, "If you're going to Mount Tai, call me! With me protecting you, you wouldn't have sprained your back. Now you're all better, haha, you can't do anything anymore!" Looking at his gloating expression, if I really had a back injury, I wouldn't dare let him treat me. "Don't be too happy, it wasn't me. Your sister has a sore back and leg cramps in bed." Saying this, she led Old Wang into the bedroom. My wife sat up abruptly, looking utterly astonished. I quickly explained, "Honey, I'm saving you money. Old Wang's technique is good. Besides, he's already drunk all the herbal tea, he should contribute something, shouldn't he?" My wife was still not quite recovered. She realized that this day had finally come... What kind of test would they face when they drank the old wine and the new wine together? Old Wang was a funny guy. Seeing this, he understood a bit and quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Yes, you're obligated to help others, and you're obligated to pay for their services..." Before he could finish, I added, "Your legs are shorter too... the middle one..." "Haha... you guessed it, haha," Old Wang finally relaxed completely. My wife also calmed down a bit, blushing and scolding, "You guys are so naughty..." "Sister, lie down. You don't know, do you? My massage skills are from learning traditional Chinese medicine since I was a child. Give it a try." My wife obediently lay down: "Then I'll trouble you, Brother Wang." It's so sour... They're already so passionate, yet she's still acting like a fake innocent... I tried to imitate her voice, but she pinched my thigh until it hurt. Just then, Old Wang slipped his hands under his wife's pajamas and started massaging her from her waist to her back—a typical underhanded operation... But I wouldn't stand for it: "Old Wang, you need to be more transparent. Are you afraid I'll learn your techniques?" Old Wang would blush too."Girl, your skin is so pure and flawless. My skills are too shallow; what if I can't handle it?" "Do what you have to do. You can't just swallow me and call it a day. You have to spit out the bones, or you'll have Teacher Wen make the bed for me." As I spoke, I took off my wife's nightgown, revealing her alluring body. Old Wang, seeing that I was eyeing his wife, fell silent and focused on massaging her. His technique seemed quite professional. With his wife's slender waist occupied, I could only go for her long legs. I wouldn't call it a massage; to be honest, I didn't have the strength. I'd just caress her, though. From bottom to top, from her calves to her thighs, and then deeper into her center, sometimes in, sometimes out. My wife started to wriggle her hips. Suddenly, she realized something was wrong, turned around and glared at me. I turned my head away; I didn't see her. She tried to kick me, but I held her down with my leg. Not satisfied? Then I'd go all out and explore even deeper, finally slipping my hand inside her underwear. My wife couldn't hold back any longer and finally let out a low moan. Old Wang, who was busy, sensed something was wrong from the sound. He turned around and saw me busy with this... He tentatively asked, "Brother, your technique is wrong." "It's just my old Chinese medicine technique, it saves effort. If you get tired, change your technique too." Old Wang understood and immediately changed to a gentle caress, his hand moving towards my wife's breasts beneath him. My wife didn't resist, but simply turned over, looked at Old Wang, then stared at me, her face full of helplessness, despair, and even a hint of innocence. "You two..." she stammered, hesitant to speak, unsure what she wanted to say. I picked up the thread: "Yes, with both of you loving you, you're the queen, darling. From today onwards, you are supreme before us." Old Wang echoed. My wife sighed, closed her eyes, and remained as still as a virgin, her state of utter bewilderment as if she had lost herself. I pulled down my wife's underwear and saw—good heavens, it was already overflowing with moisture, even her anus was soaked. Old Wang was already kissing his wife's lips, his hands cupping her right breast. I'll go for the left one, using my other hand to smooth her hair and kiss her hairline—it's so inviting. With each caress, her face flushed, quietly enjoying the touch of four hands and two mouths. Occasionally, she'd wriggle, but with Old Wang's lips covering hers, she could only make soft, nasal "mmm" sounds. My hand on her chest felt her heartbeat quicken. Blocked by Old Wang, I couldn't see her expression, and feeling something was missing, I gave him a look, and we stopped kissing. Then, the two men's tongues, like two swimming dragons, slowly roamed over her chest and abdomen, rising and falling. Their hands roamed between her thighs and lower abdomen, as if by agreement, refraining from touching her breasts. Those two pink peaks, like two large cherries standing proudly on a small bun, were incredibly alluring. Old Wang and I, one on each side, were busy on one side, surrounding but not attacking, neither in a hurry to enter the city. Two seasoned veterans, playing a cat-and-mouse game, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. My wife, however, couldn't resist any longer. Her movements became faster and larger, her buttocks arching rhythmically upwards. Occasionally, she would open her eyes, glancing at Old Wang, then at me, her eyes filled with pain, pleading, and shyness—the kind of look that most easily evokes a man's tenderness, further fueling our excitement. Gradually, my wife's buttocks were raised high, refusing to lower, her face contorted, her brows furrowed, her moans growing louder, her eyes slightly open, filled with resentment. It was a silent cry, but I pretended not to notice. Imagine, if you give a child candy whenever they want it, will the candy still be sweet? "You...how...ah...can't take it anymore..." Old Wang seemed unable to resist, about to explore that secret place, but I stopped him. I knew it wasn't the right time yet. Their hands lingered around that secret place. They simultaneously took the cherry into their mouths, gently sucking on it. The cherry was so juicy, making their mouths water. Amidst her moans, her voice was already trembling with tears: "Really... I can't take it anymore..." I tried to comfort her: "Darling, don't worry, close your eyes. Look, that colorful cloud is not far away. Old Wang and I are carrying you there. We're almost there. The clouds are so soft, so warm..."... Old Wang really couldn't hold back anymore. He abandoned all pretense of modesty, yanking down his underwear. Good heavens... that erect nipple, it looked like a small fist... It must have been really difficult for him to endure this for so long. Suddenly, my wife stopped moaning, held her breath, her face flushed red, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring straight at me. Her eyes were no longer filled with resentment, but with inexplicable terror. I knew her desire had reached its peak. Then, my wife burst into tears. Old Wang, as if bewitched, plunged into the stream, greedily licking the glistening, viscous nectar, a low "woo-woo" sound emanating from deep within his throat, mingling with his wife's sobs. At that moment, his wife was truly quenched by his ministrations, like a parched woman finding sweet dew. Her hips rose and fell rapidly, and I was only worried about knocking out Old Wang's front teeth. In the past, during lovemaking, I was only busy with the action and the sensations, neglecting to notice what my wife looked like. Now, being able to witness it, my heart pounded. A woman, so captivating... Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, her pink cheeks sometimes relaxed, sometimes tensed, her chin slightly raised, her head tilted back, her already slender neck stretched even longer, her snow-white breasts high and proud, squinting at me sideways: "Husband, I'm up here. This cloud, so soft and warm, where is it going to drift?" I gestured to Old Wang that he could give it to her. I needed to see how he would enter. This guy slowly rubbed the dagger against the crack in the door, even knocking twice. Even at this crucial moment, he didn't forget to knock. I felt a pang of jealousy. Imagine, your good friend is playing tricks on you right in front of you, on your own turf... Look at how smug Old Wang is... Old Wang, do you know who's lying in bed being played with? It's my heart! Lost in thought, I grabbed Old Wang's dagger and shoved it into my wife's little door. There was a "thump," followed by my wife's "Ah..." as Old Wang went in. My wife's little door was stretched wide open... Looking back at my wife, her cherry-like mouth was agape, seemingly unable to close. Let's not even mention Old Wang's infatuated expression; just look at that in-and-out motion—sometimes three deep thrusts followed by one shallow one, sometimes nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, completely erratic. With each thrust, you could hear the "gurgling" of exhaust. The piston and cylinder were fitting together so tightly! When it withdrew, you could clearly see my wife's lower abdomen cave in, probably due to negative pressure. Looking at my wife, she was completely in a daze, completely intoxicated. I was deeply attracted by her rosy lips and couldn't help but kiss them. My wife's eyes opened slightly, looking at me closely. Those expressive eyes conveyed her happiness and satisfaction. Instantly, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and saintly happiness welled up in my heart. This was the happiness of being with my wife, an extra blessing from her. How many people in this world can experience this kind of happiness? A man who doesn't love his wife more than himself wouldn't have such a blessing. As I pondered, I suddenly felt my wife's jaw clench, her breathing quicken, her body taut like a drawn bow, her slightly open eyes fixed on Lao Wang as if she were seeing an alien. With Lao Wang's thrusts, we both let out deep, guttural roars almost simultaneously. The first stage rocket had completed its mission and detached; the second stage ignited. While Lao Wang went to wash, I easily entered her, still feeling the warmth of the mixed fluids inside and the spasms in her passage, as if trying to bind my penis. I knew this was my wife's refractory period; the tides rise and fall in their own time. So I slowly entered and exited, gently pulling and pushing, while my wife closed her eyes, resting. After a while, Lao Wang finished washing, got into bed, turned to his side, and embraced my wife, gently kissing her cheek. My wife was exhausted, her whole body relaxed, her face full of satisfaction, and unconsciously, she began to snore softly. Lao Wang stopped, but I continued to slowly enter and exit, performing a hypnotic exercise. Ten minutes passed, the snoring stopped, and my wife slowly opened her eyes. "Sorry, I actually fell asleep. I was so tired, and I even had a dream." "What dream? Tell me about it," Old Wang asked curiously. "I can't tell you..." my wife said mysteriously. Then she closed her eyes and remained silent. At this moment, her vagina began to contract again. I knew my wife was aroused again, so I increased the intensity. With each thrust, I touched her most sensitive spot. Old Wang became restless again. He held a steamed bun in his left hand, sucked on a cherry in his mouth, and reached his right hand under my wife's buttocks. Suddenly, my wife's buttocks jerked up, her vagina tightened, and she cried out in surprise, "Old Wang... not there..." Curious, I turned to look and saw Old Wang using his fingers to open my wife's anus. "Damn it, I've never even used that place before, and you've already pioneered it!" My wife tried to stop him, but to no avail. Old Wang continued to play with her. As his fingers moved in and out three shallow times and one deep, I thrust in and out five shallow times and two deep times. My wife's buttocks rose and fell erratically. She opened her eyes wide, then closed them, concentrating intently, trying to find a pattern in the depth. But no matter how she tried, she couldn't find a pattern. There was no pattern to begin with. One moment it was the wolf at the front, the next the tiger at the back, then both tiger and wolf attacked at once, and then what came next... She had no idea how to feel it. The sensation was incoherent, completely chaotic. My wife was so frustrated and embarrassed that she wanted to cry but couldn't. It was truly pitiful. My penis inside was being gripped by contractions and often couldn't be pulled out. This completely new experience was impossible to understand without a helper. Before long, my wife's breathing became rapid again, her face flushed, and her eyes stared at me in fear. Her body was arched more fully than ever before. I couldn't help but quicken my thrusts, and Lao Wang also increased his movements."I'm going to do it." My wife let out a loud groan, her whole being merging into that cloud of color. I couldn't help but ejaculate, my mind going blank, as if my soul had been poured into my wife's body. Old Wang wasn't finished yet, he went for it again. To be honest, his thing couldn't be called a gun; the thick head and thin handle were more like a pestle for pounding garlic. But Old Wang hadn't pounded it a few times when his phone rang. Wang was busy, so I answered it for him. "Who is it, Teacher Wen? Old Wang is playing chess with me. What? Old Wang's sister is here. Can you finish this game before you go back? Urgent, Old Wang, answer this." Old Wang said he'd hang up, he had to go back. My wife held Old Wang's hand tightly, unwilling to let go. (By the way, Lao Wang's wife and I went to the same school. She teaches Chinese, has a beautiful name, Wenxin, but is a famously aloof beauty. We know each other well, but she's not cold at all; she's quite friendly to me. Lao Wang's sister is even prettier than her brother; she teaches at a university in the south and came all this way, so Lao Wang can't be negligent.) After seeing Lao Wang off, my wife climbed on top of me, nestled her face against my chest, and said she wanted to hear what I was saying to her. "What did you hear?" "You were saying: Your Majesty the Queen..." "You can really hear me? I want to hear your dream." "It's all here, read it yourself," my wife pointed to her deeply affectionate eyes. I gazed into my wife's beautiful eyes; I didn't see a dream, but I saw deep affection, intense love. We gazed at each other like that for a long, long time…
I was startled awake in the middle of the night. Opening my eyes, I saw my wife lying naked on the floor beside the bed, looking utterly disheveled. "What are you doing in the middle of the night?" she cried. "Quick, help me to the toilet! I can't stand, my whole body is weak." I quickly got up to help her. "My dear, you've suffered." "Don't give me that fake mercy!" "Oh dear! Why is your grip still so strong?" I carried her back to bed, and she mysteriously told me, "Usually, you play a solo for me on a single string. Today it's a double string, with accompaniment." I lazily replied, "Hmm, I'll play a few more strings another day, and you'll be enjoying a symphony." "Oh my god! My husband, please forgive me! I'm your dear wife!" Should I forgive her or not?

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