The Loss of the Villa

My husband and I have been working together for over 10 years, and a friend of ours who did subcontracting work immigrated to Australia. His villa, which he built in Fogang, is now empty, with only a few people looking after it. It's over 10 acres of land. One villa is for the workers, and the other is where he used to stay with family and friends when he came to China for vacations. They're about 50 meters apart. He used to often invite my husband to stay for a couple of nights when he had time. Now, he only comes back two or three times a year. Even when the owner isn't there, the workers still clean and sweep the yard every day. So the flowers and plants are still vibrant, and the trees grow taller every day. It's just that the warmth of human presence is gone. My husband's friend is a nostalgic and grateful person; before he left, he left the house keys at our house, and knowing my husband loves cars, he left two BMW X5s in the garage so my husband could drive them to the orchard on the mountain when he came to stay.
That year, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I saw how hard my husband was working. I declined the invitations from other friends, asking my husband to stay at the villa for two days. My cousin, who was off work and had nowhere to go, and with her child, wanted to come along. So I invited her to come too. Five of us: my husband, my cousin, and two little boys. Needless to say, we knew the way well. The workers, who hadn't seen my husband in a long time, were overjoyed, and the dinner was delicious. When the smoke from the fireworks cleared, the two children were already in the second-floor playroom doing their work. The three of us enjoyed tea, some Australian red wine, fruit, and snacks in the courtyard. We dismissed the workers, letting them have their own fun. We were left alone in the night, the full moon shining brightly, its gentle light bathing us. The soft candlelight cast our shadows in the moonlight. My husband peeled an orange, giving half to my cousin and half to each of us. My cousin, across the table, stood up and bent down to take it, the soft V-neck of her coat revealing her bare skin. Her originally snow-white and rounded breasts, supported by a pink bra and illuminated by candlelight, appeared rosy and full; the deep cleavage captivated even me. Though it was only a fleeting moment, it was all the more mesmerizing. In a moment of intense emotion, I subconsciously glanced at my husband, only to see his gaze fixed intently on my cousin's full breasts, his eyes devoid of any lustful intent, revealing a natural calmness, appreciation, and longing. As my cousin sat down, perhaps realizing it, she gently and naturally pulled down her collar with her fingers, concealing her full figure, which only enhanced her allure. Her thin outer garment couldn't conceal her delicate and beautiful charm. At that moment, I excused myself to fetch water for tea, leaving them alone so my cousin and husband could talk. (To be continued)

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