Chapter Thirty-Two: Just a Sprinkle of Cumin Away from Barbecue

Chapter Thirty-Two: Just One Sprinkle of Cumin Away from Barbecue -

My Bad Husband's Declaration: Women are like sand; you can't hold them tightly. Only by wetting them can you not only hold them but also shape them in various ways…

Time flies, and 365 days and nights have passed in this paradise, spent reading articles without expressing any thoughts. Time flies, and it's truly poignant. A few days ago, my husband suddenly had a whimsical idea and asked me to shave all my pubic hair. Two days later, during sex, he suddenly exclaimed: "Damn, so that's where the ancients' saying 'time flies' comes from!"

Putian Xianyou, known as "Xianzuo" (仙作), is one of the four major schools of Ming and Qing classical furniture in China, alongside "Suzhou," "Beijing," and "Guangdong." Xianyou Dadi Jingmin Hotel is the first luxury hotel in Xianyou designed and built to five-star hotel standards. The hotel is designed with a garden landscape, featuring a five-story main building in the style of the Qin and Han dynasties. In a room on the top floor, the beautiful young woman Bingbing and her husband were enjoying fragrant tea and chatting. Lying on the luxurious bed next to them was the husband's good friend, who was resting with his eyes closed after a long drive. The husband's friend had just finished renovating a new house, and Bingbing was accompanying him to Xianyou. Firstly, she had time; secondly, she was helping her friend look at furniture; and thirdly, she could take a free ride and relax. Of course, the husband also harbored a wicked, or rather, a little-meaning, idea…
This story unfolded very well during the husband and woman's "marital game." Having a real-life friend participate not only provided greater safety and hygiene guarantees, but also allowed for more flexibility in scheduling and allowing for the husband's occasional whimsical playful ideas. It eliminated the need for repeated communication and the awkwardness of initial encounters. Most importantly, it freed them from the constraints of worrying about the other person's financial situation. In short, this development not only resolved the bad husband's worries but also made the beautiful young woman more receptive to various game-like activities in the future. Subsequent interactions further confirmed the convenience and benefits of interacting with real-life friends. (Of course, everyone's circumstances, personality, and thoughts differ; the above are merely my humble opinions.) In other words, this was a significant milestone in the bad husband and his wife's exploration of this game. Enough of the digression
, let's get back to the main point. After a short rest, it was already dusk, and most furniture stores had closed. The bad husband chatted with his friend and suggested they eat and drink their fill and get some sleep, then shop leisurely the next day—shopping is indeed tiring! Having agreed, the three left the hotel and began wandering the streets and alleys, searching for various local delicacies—something the beautiful young woman never tired of. At the opportune moment, the beautiful young woman confided her concerns to her "bad husband": "How can three people share a room?" This question momentarily stunned him: Yes! Although he had barely entered this circle, he still had many concerns: the safety of hotels, the physical condition of single men, and the confidentiality of their interactions (he had seen pictures of couples posted by single men in QQ groups more than once; although they were blurred, birthmarks, scars, and other marks on their bodies were still easily recognizable to familiar friends). These issues frequently troubled him. An article on 69jiayuan (a Chinese online forum) suddenly enlightened him; the solution was actually simple: find a familiar, well-informed friend in real life, and all his concerns would be resolved! With a target in mind, whenever he had time with his friend, he would discuss the topic of "couple dating," hesitant to speak about himself, subtly probing his friend's views on the game, and occasionally revealing vague details about his own experience participating in such games. Over time, no man is oblivious to these things. Last night, my husband's friend said he wanted to look at furniture, and my husband readily agreed, asking if he could come along. Today, seeing that he only booked one room confirmed my husband's suspicions! Research shows that people only use about 3% of their brain capacity in their lifetime (though some say 600% or 900%). My husband only thought about these things for a few blinks, yet he wrote hundreds of words. Sometimes I don't know whether to marvel at the rapid pace of modern development or be limited by the stagnation of our scientific understanding. Not only do they neglect researching the human body, but even a simple cold still lacks a cure worldwide, and many mysteries of the Earth remain unsolved. Instead, they research exploring outer space and other planets, and the weapons they invent aim to kill their own kind in the shortest possible time. Sigh! "Hey!" the beautiful young woman asked again, seeing her husband's silence. "We forgot our ID cards, so we can only book one room." She had already prepared these excuses. The bad husband wouldn't, and didn't want the beautiful young woman to know about her affair with his friend. If she knew what he was thinking, given her personality, she would never agree to anything happening between herself and his best friend! "So, where are we going to sleep tonight?" "Isn't there a sofa? Okay, okay, let's buy things, buy things, and then go back to the hotel, eat and drink our fill, and get a good night's sleep." The bad husband interrupted the beautiful young woman's questions. Next came the shopping spree: barbecue, side dishes, local snacks, beer, wine. The bad husband even bought several bottles of strong liquor and Red Bull. The beautiful young woman understood her husband's little schemes, but she thought it was just a game with his friend and never imagined what would happen that night... ...

Chapter Thirty-Three: Where to Find a

Beauty Playing the Flute. The beautiful young woman watched as her bad husband's friend came out after showering, wearing only a pair of briefs, and sat down next to her. The "bad husband," however, grabbed a towel and rushed to the shower, suddenly looking flustered...

The three of them, having bought snacks, drinks, and other groceries, returned to their hotel room. Amidst the clinking of glasses, they'd almost finished several bottles of strong liquor mixed with Red Bull, leaving only a dozen or so bottles of beer. The "bad husband" winked at the beautiful young woman, signaling her to take a shower. She checked the time—past 11 PM—and grabbed her own towel to go into the bathroom. In the misty steam, the young woman's concern was still about sleeping. They had booked a double room with a single bed, and although he slept on the sofa, it was right next to the bed, meaning all three of them were in one room. The young woman and her husband were used to sleeping naked. After thinking for a moment, the young woman put on her usual clothes—underwear, a dress—and stepped out of the bathroom. She encountered the "bad husband's" friend, who had probably also gone to shower. After he finished, the scene at the beginning unfolded.
The "bad husband's" friend attentively poured the young woman a drink, chatting idly about everything under the sun. He often came to the shop to chat and boast with her wicked husband, while the beautiful young woman would sit nearby, brewing tea and occasionally offering a word or two. So, they had something to talk about today. However, while he usually sat across from her in his suit and tie from behind a coffee table, today he was sitting next to her in only his underwear. The beautiful young woman was incredibly awkward… Even the most clueless woman now understood what her wicked husband and his friend were up to. The beautiful young woman felt nothing but trepidation and unease. She didn't know how to face this "familiar stranger," like an Arab girl whose veil of mystery had been lifted, exposed to the scorching desert sun, almost like roasted meat, missing only a touch of cumin…
Finally, after a long wait for her "bad husband" to emerge, the beautiful young woman slowly breathed a sigh of relief, her tense heartbeat gradually calming down. Since the single room only had one double sofa, the three of them could barely squeeze in. The "bad husband" pushed the beautiful young woman to the middle and sat down himself. Thus, the beautiful young woman, dressed in a formal suit, was now surrounded by two men, one wearing only underwear and the other only a scarf covering her lower body. The beautiful young woman was used to her "bad husband," as they often dressed like this in the bedroom. It was the other man beside her who made her a little awkward, especially since he had his arm around her waist. "How about we both pamper you tonight?" the man said, gently nibbling at her earlobe, his hand slowly circling her waist. Seeing this, the "bad husband" knew she wouldn't answer, so he picked up a wine glass and brought it to her lips, slowly raising it and "thump thump thump..." The beautiful young woman was forced to drink a large mouthful of wine. Putting down the glass, the "bad husband" slipped his hand under her skirt, easily finding his way to her destination. To be honest, there's no point in trying to reason with her now. All that "don't rush, take some medicine" talk is just a lie, right? The wicked husband went straight for the kill—a full-on assault, a set of techniques to teach her a lesson… The other man beside her also showed the beautiful young woman what true male masculinity was, closely following the wicked husband's "middle-of-the-road" steps, lifting the young woman's skirt, grasping her "two key points," everything under his "control." The beautiful young woman's eyes gradually became hazy, and she began to moan softly, which ignited the two men's passion even more. In no time, the battlefield of the three of them moved from the sofa to the large bed, the beautiful young woman lying there like a lamb to the slaughter.
Perhaps because they were acquaintances, or perhaps the two men had discussed it beforehand, in the dim light of the television by the bedside, the wicked husband and his friend did their utmost, posing the beautiful young woman in various lewd positions, their hands and mouths roaming freely, like ants climbing a tree, traveling the world. The young woman's face was no longer red with shyness, but rather her whole body was burning hot. She only remembered thrusting her full buttocks, straightening her breasts, and twisting her wasp waist, feeling as if she were floating on clouds with the bouncing of four hands and the frenzied output of two hot men. The two men had different preferences and emphases. One liked a rhythm that was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, a combination of fast and slow. The other was steady and methodical, each thrust heavier than the last. One wave subsides only for another to rise. The two men took turns causing trouble, giving the beautiful young woman no time to rest. She had rarely experienced such a wonderful feeling; she felt as if she were being electrocuted, the electric sensation traveling from her lower body up her spine to the top of her head. It was as if electrical circuits were crackling and sparking in her brain, currents coursing through her veins, every nerve glowing under the current. These sensations lasted for over ten seconds, but those short ten seconds were enough to be unforgettable for a lifetime...

Experts have found that for every 60 seconds of breathing, you lose one minute of your life.
Friends of Paradise, you spent five minutes reading this article, so those five minutes belong to me. Leave your footprint in the comments section to prove that I once possessed five minutes of your life. This... is fate!

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