My dear, I want to send you to the clouds of happiness.

On the evening after the Mid-Autumn Festival, with nothing to do, my wife and I chatted idly. "Honey, Old Wang next door is a nice guy." "Yeah, very handsome." "He seems to have a crush on you." "Don't talk nonsense." "You two get along really well." "Just gossiping, don't overthink it." "His wife isn't much." "Yeah, she's fierce." "She keeps a close eye on Old Wang." "Yeah, she watches him every time he comes in and out." "Actually, you don't have to be so petty. Between husband and wife, you go find some fun, I don't need anything, why be so narrow-minded?" My wife was taken aback, stared at me for a long time, knowing I wasn't lying, but said, "You're so insightful?" She then got up, humming a little tune, and walked lightly to the kitchen. Soon, a table full of delicious dishes was served, and an unusual bottle of thatch was even brought out. "I didn't do anything special, why such a high-class treat?" My wife smiled without answering, her face flushed. I asked again, "Is Old Wang home? Shall we invite him over for a few drinks?" "Is that alright?... You'll have to pay." Of course, I'd pay. We sat down, and I first offered Old Wang a strong coffee, heavily spiked with Viagra—he had no time to savor it! Kid, you can't help but be tempted! During the meal, Old Wang became increasingly uneasy, glancing at his wife every now and then. After a few rounds of drinks, his eyes were practically glued to her, his lustful gaze making me feel embarrassed for him. His wife also took a small sip, her face becoming increasingly rosy, her eyes sparkling with the shy charm of first love—a rare allure that captivated me. Old Wang seemed even more distracted, but out of consideration for me, he dared not overstep his bounds. To cover his embarrassment, he diligently poured me drinks, enthusiastically urging me to drink, as if he were the one inviting me. It was practically: "I'm begging you to drink another glass; if I don't get drunk, he has no chance!" Ha, his enthusiasm was palpable; he practically wanted to pour the bottle down my throat! Well, I took the opportunity to drink, and soon I was completely drunk, my words slurred, and I was "drunk" on the sofa. This guy, however, didn't hesitate; he and his wife quickly got me to the bed in the small room, while Old Wang pulled his wife out by the hand. Did he think I was stupid? Even though I was drunk, my mind wasn't; I could still see clearly. He didn't forget to close the door tightly. About ten minutes later, I heard the door open, and my wife came in and softly asked, "Honey, are you alright?" Her voice was choked and trembling, as if she had just been greatly frightened. I responded with even louder snoring. My wife gently kissed me and quietly closed the door again. My heart started churning. Why was my wife so agitated? She must be in love. Something interesting was about to happen. I couldn't help but quietly get out of bed and gently push the door open. There was resistance. Peeking through the crack, I saw a chair blocking the doorway. Luckily, I was gentle and didn't make a sound. She was keeping me out of the way. Oh well, I shouldn't scare my wife. Seeing nothing, I simply closed the door and went back to bed. Whatever happened in the other room, let it be; whether they suffer or are tired, it's their own fault! Thinking this, I actually fell asleep. The next morning, I woke to find my wife hugging my legs, her happy little face nestled close to my penis, fast asleep, like a baby contentedly asleep after a good meal. Her rosy cheeks radiated a captivating joy, like clouds, like rosy dawn, exceptionally endearing. A sleeping beauty is truly enchanting. Over the years, whenever I'm moved, my wife adopts this position at night—a silent expression of gratitude, a blissful sleeping posture. At this moment, I fear shattering this beauty, so I hold my breath and lie still, not daring to move a muscle. Imagining how they must have been making love last night, a surge of heat rises in my lower abdomen, making my penis swell as if injected with adrenaline. But I try my best to restrain myself, unwilling to disturb my wife's sweet dream. At this moment, is she dreaming of my deep affection? Or Old Wang's passion? Deep affection is like aged wine, passion is like new brew. I secretly vowed that one day, I would let you taste both the old and the new! Over the years, our marital pleasures have never been truly satisfying. Every time the climax reaches its peak, lifting my wife halfway up, she suddenly plummets, never able to break through the atmosphere. How could I, a mere rudimentary rocket, possibly reach the heavens? My dear, I will give you the treatment of a queen, letting your male lovers act as the second and third stages of a rocket, sending you soaring through the clouds, straight to the heavens! I will send you to the clouds of happiness.

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