Jiuzhaigou Romance (Wife and Mature Adult Novel)

In September 2006, the company organized a trip to Jiuzhaigou, which was quite decadent. We stayed in Jiuzhaigou Paradise. I won’t go into details about our trip all the way from the primeval forest on the first day. We went to Changhai on the second morning. Since I had been there alone before, I was not very interested in the trip. I mainly accompanied my colleagues and helped them take photos. Those who have been to Changhai know that it is an observation deck. It is extremely crowded and you have to fight for a spot to take pictures. . .

Then several colleagues lined up and prepared to lean on the railing and smile. I also turned on the camera and adjusted the aperture and shutter first. In order to save time, I would measure the light for strangers in the position where I wanted to take pictures. This time my romantic luck came and a beautiful woman fell into my lens. . .

After taking the photos for my colleague, I looked back at the photos myself. The woman is not bad, about 27 or 28 years old. She should be around 7.5 out of 10, but her charm must be given a full 10, because she just flashed by the camera for a moment, and my heart seemed to be stolen. ——But my heart is easily stolen. Looking at her clothes, I thought she must not be a tourist from Shanghai. The old, middle-aged and young Shanghai women are all good at dressing up. I give a thumbs up to us Shanghai women. I started looking for her in the crowd, but unfortunately I couldn't find her. I lost the chance to chat with her. I was a little annoyed, but also a little lucky.

I used to be very good at chatting up strange women, and my wife also chatted up women on her own. Because of this, my wife keeps a close eye on me, including money and time. I am also happy for someone to discipline me so as to end my life as a playboy.

After getting married, hooking up with women became a burden to me. I like to flirt with women by nature, but after hooking up with them, I have to find ways to save money and make up excuses to take time off. In the end, it's just a piston movement, which is not very meaningful.

However, this woman makes me want to return to the entertainment industry.

If we hadn’t met again, there would be no story to tell. But we met again in Norilang. There is a “日” character in the place name. Was it God’s will that Y was used to represent her here?

Y was with several dinosaurs, old dinosaurs and young dinosaurs, and she was made more outstanding. I went on stage after thinking of my lines..., "Hello" she looked at me in surprise, and the dinosaurs were also surprised. I continued, feeling a little nervous - I said before that I am good at chatting people up, but I still get nervous every time..., "Look, I happened to take the picture of you when I was measuring the light just now, but it's a good picture, so I couldn't bear to delete it..." She looked at my camera, her face a little red, and said: It's very good, and the dinosaurs also gathered around to look.

"Give me an email address and I'll get back to you."

My photography skills were not very good in the mountains, but they were definitely better than those women. I had already expected that Y would not be willing to let me delete the photo on the spot, as this would be the most beautiful photo of her on this trip.

Y was very straightforward. She said, "Okay, give me your cell phone number and I'll text you the address." - Damn, it's so easy!

I told her my cell phone number and she wrote it down. The dinosaurs next to me smiled ambiguously and seemed to understand. After I finished writing it down, I made small talk. I asked them where they were from and they said: Shaoxing. It just so happened that one of my idiot colleagues called me, so I had to leave. I thought Shaoxing was not far away and I had a cell phone number, so there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. However, I forgot to ask Y to dial my number, which made me very upset later.

Based on past experience, if a woman asks for your phone number, she will contact you soon. So I didn't ask for her phone number, nor did I ask her to call me. In the words of the people in the mountain, it was a bit IB. In the jealous, excited and YY gazes of the dinosaurs, I turned around and left in style. Only by playing the long game can you catch the big fish. I anxiously asked for her phone number. Should I call her later? If I didn't call, I would feel itchy inside. What should I say when I called? So I usually just drop in a phone number and go, and everything is under control!

The unexpected happened, but Y didn’t call me.

I stayed alone in the big bed room in Jiuzhaigou Paradise at night, without a phone. It was a waste of such a good environment. I hated my IB behavior a little, but it didn't matter after thinking about it. I would go back to Chengdu tomorrow and have a meeting to attend, so I would stay 2 more days than my colleagues.
Oh my god, Y must be going back to Chengdu too, there’s still time, let’s eat hotpot, hang out in a teahouse, and stroll along Chunxi Road - there are so many beautiful women on Chunxi Road, Y, don’t be so reserved, beautiful women are worthless in Chengdu, just give in to me tonight, haha.

Unfortunately, I didn’t receive any call from Y during the few days I was in Chengdu. I guess she remembered the wrong phone number? Are you still reserved? Have you completely forgotten me? I have guessed all the possibilities, and I feel depressed and lonely in a foreign country. I stayed in the Sheraton in Chengdu, and it was pretty good to have IB with a woman. What a waste!

When I returned to Shanghai, there was still no phone call.

A month passed quickly and I completely forgot about it.

When I forgot, the phone call came.

There was a timid voice on the phone, saying hello to me and asking me if I remembered her, the woman from Jiuzhaigou, and if I still had the photo, she wanted to see it... The female voice was very nice, her Mandarin had a Shaoxing accent, and she was shy like a woman from a small place. I forced myself to finish the first phone call with her. - If a woman starts dating you, then what happens next is almost certain. Yesterday I mentioned Y's call, her timid voice was pitiful, I deliberately put the phone receiver close to my mouth and spoke slower. - My voice is relatively low and magnetic, which many women have praised, as if women care more about a man's voice. Perhaps a soft whisper in my ear is the key to opening the floodgates. - Y didn't know what to say except asking for the photo, but she didn't mean to end the call. Maybe she was feeling pounding in her heart. I quite like this feeling. The most enjoyable stage of picking up girls is when the window paper is about to break.

So I left my email address, and then remembered that the photo was still in the camera, so I imported it into the computer and adjusted the contrast and color. While doing so, I thought: Why did she contact me after such a long time? It's definitely not that she has forgotten, so she is just hesitating. If it's hesitation, then she must have guessed that I have intentions. After struggling, she still decided to start some emotional adventures. She is so hesitant, she must have become a wife. . . ——I like to guess what women are thinking. Women’s hearts are like needles in the sea. It will be very interesting if you guess it right, and it will also make the next action more accurate and effective.

Y is a civil servant in the Shaoxing Municipal Government. He couldn’t access the Internet at work (he could later, but I don’t know why), so we communicated through emails at the beginning. Through frequent email exchanges, I gradually got to know some of her situation: her family was relatively well-off, her father was the director of a key local department, her two sisters and brother-in-law were also well-known local figures (from this point, I began to suspect that her actual age should be more than 27 or 28, but I never asked her age from beginning to end, and she never said it on her own initiative, so I suspected even more that she was actually quite familiar with them, haha). She drove a Mazda 6 to get off work, and her husband (as expected) was also a civil servant.

Don't go searching for evidence. This is roughly the situation, but I have changed the details. Later, it's the same old routine. She sent me photos she was proud of, and I praised her with all my words, which made her very happy. She kept sending me photos, and I got tired of seeing them, because they were all of her wearing clothes. This is all I pursue. But there was one photo that was very good. She was wearing a white vest and hot pants, and was sitting cross-legged on a bench with bare feet, eating an apple. Her body was well-proportioned, and she had a sweet smile. The most nose-bleeding thing was her cute toes, which were white with a hint of pink, like young ginger, or like Taihu red water chestnuts, and so slender that I could hold them in my hand. I used them to rub my little brother, or hold them in my hands to play with them, and then gently lift them to my shoulders. What a beautiful scene it was!

Y left all her phone numbers to me, two cell phones and an office phone; there were three people in her office. I started to call her office occasionally, on the one hand, to make use of my magnetic voice, and on the other hand, to slowly tease her with words. People in the office said that there was a beauty in such phone calls. Because of her concerns, she could only be vague and unclear in her words. When I got to the point, she could only respond but not reply. It was like cooking soup with a lid on, or like covering her mouth during sex to prevent her from moaning. There was a reason for what I said. Y could get off work at 5 o'clock, but gradually, she always stayed until 6 o'clock, just to wait for the opportunity to talk to me alone on the phone. She would moan when she was satisfied. Women's self-control is sometimes quite poor. So you wait for my call every day, maybe the fish is about to be hooked, right?

But the content of the phone call was at most that I wanted to hug you, I couldn't help but want to kiss you, and I also directly praised her beautiful feet. I sincerely like women to have a pair of beautiful feet.

We became more and more familiar with each other. She sent me a photo of her vest, and it was surprisingly fierce. I didn't notice it before. My eyesight is quite good in this regard. I didn't notice it when we were in Jiuzhaigou, nor did I notice it in the photo of the vest. Did she go to that place specially for me? Use your invincible imagination, the answer will be given later.

In addition to the bright spot on her chest, her figure is also impeccable, with a thin waist and a plump butt. My office has a separate bathroom, so I went to cool myself down and directed a movie starring her and me in my mind. I thought Y was into it and decided to take it a step further. Once on the phone, it also started with some basic love words. My mind was full of her big breasts and her small tender feet. She said I was teasing her, but I had already got an erection. When she talked about deep love, I said, I want to enter you, I want to love you well. Generally speaking, a coquettish woman will cooperate with you immediately and you can complete a phone ML; a reserved woman will be very shy and say you are a bad guy. I didn't expect her reaction to be so strong and very Western. She turned pale and said, "Who do you think I am?" ! ! ! He hung up the phone with a click.

I was a little stunned. I had never experienced such a situation before. She showed me her notes. She had said she loved me and loved me, we had kissed and hugged each other on the phone, and she would not go home after get off work until I called her every day. So, isn't it normal for me to enter her now? Brothers, tell me, is this normal?

When I came to my senses, I was furious. What made me even angrier was that Y sent me a text message saying, "Don't call me anymore!"

Wrong bitch, you met an old lady, not a pure young girl. This is not the way to act cool. Are you playing with my feelings? I wanted to call her and mock her, but then I thought, as a man, you should be generous. You just wanted to sleep with her, so there is no need to lose your composure if you can't.

Delete all the photos, emails, text messages and phone calls. Keeping them will only cause trouble. You won't get to eat the mutton until the time comes. Delete them all and don't touch those women anymore. They are so weird.

Two weeks later, I was on my way home from get off work when Y called me and asked how I was doing. I said I was fine - her tone was neither excited nor cold, and she probably couldn't tell that I still cared a little. She said: I really want to see you... I knew the exciting thing was about to begin.

Over the next two weeks, she hinted or said explicitly that she wanted to meet me, but I always refused. I needed to add two more pieces of wood to make Y's pot of water boil. Besides, I was really busy at work at that time and could not skip work. I had to ask for leave from my family on weekends. I also had to prepare early to avoid any flaws. Cheating tasted good, but it was very tiring, especially with a very smart wife.

I guess the water has boiled, and it would be no fun if it dries up. I dare not arrange a meeting in Shanghai, because there are so many people there, but sometimes I might meet Chi Lao; it is even worse to arrange a meeting in Shaoxing, because it is too small to get around, and her family has a wide network of connections. Take the midpoint, Hangzhou.

I booked a lake view room in Liuzhuang. I had stayed there several times before with public funds. The environment was excellent. I met Comrade Li Pengniao. The key point was that in December 2006, I started to make a lot of money in stocks and had a lot of money. If a female F wanted to have ONS with me today, I would like to state in advance that I can only go to 168. Don't blame me, blame this country. On a Friday in December, after get off work, I went to the South Station and took the fastest train to Hangzhou. I didn't drive because I was afraid of exposing the license plate. It was the first time we met, so it was not wrong to be careful. She didn't drive either. I guess people feel the same way. I understand.

She arrived an hour earlier than me and was waiting for me at the East Station. She kept sending me messages asking where I was. I really wanted to tease her if she was too wet and wanted to go to the hotel to change her underwear, but I didn't dare to do it because I have experienced her temper. Although such a date is obviously a physical fight, it is still not advisable to be too direct. Maybe she likes the graceful style. For my brother's happiness, I can't be too hasty. To be honest, I was not in a hurry on the train. The night was long and I couldn't be in a good state. I read two newspapers too early and chatted with a girl who was going back to Hangzhou, and then the train arrived.

I left the station and looked for her. She was standing at the end of the street where the lights were dim. She must have seen me first and was smiling at me under a dim street light. After we parted in Jiuzhaigou, the Internet and the phone made us quasi-lovers. However, when we met, we felt both strange and familiar. It was a wonderful feeling that cannot be described in words. I also embraced a bright smile and walked towards her. In my eyes, she was even more charming than in the photo, with newly permed bangs and a ponytail, big shy eyes, and a playful mouth, fully reflecting the elegance of a Jiangnan woman. She wore a tight purple turtleneck sweater, a black velvet Chinese vest, black jeans, and a pair of long high-heeled leather boots. She looked heroic and beautiful.

I walked over and put my arms around her waist domineeringly, as if we had been a couple for a long time - her waist was very thin and soft. I raised my gun to show my greeting and asked softly, "Can we go to the hotel to check in first?" She nodded softly and buried her head in my chest. Then I estimated that she was about 1.63 meters tall, but her long legs made her look taller.

The car carrying the two wild mandarin ducks passed through the downtown area of ​​Hangzhou, where there were bright lights and people, and a lot of people walking around. Occasionally, they passed by hotels or private houses. There were so many erotic stories like ours beginning and ending inside. No matter how glorious or dull life is, it cannot escape the word love. Do happy things with your lover, don't ask whether it is a disaster or a fate.

The car went from Nanshan Road to Yanggong Dike (something like that), and suddenly turned into a small road, and saw the stone tablet of the West Lake State Guesthouse, and then armed police with sharp bayonets saluted you. Haha, it’s someone else’s wife and there are armed police standing guard. What kind of life is it without experiencing this?

After getting the room card, we went to the restaurant for dinner. There were two delicious side dishes, a hot pot, and a bottle of Guyue Longshan. Y could probably drink a little. She was the one who asked for a drink, and it seemed she wanted quite a bit. The steam rising from the hot pot separated the two of us, and I looked at her smiling face in the mist. I thought that Y was actually my dish tonight, haha, or maybe I was her dish. After a few drinks, she warmed up her body. She took off her vest and wrapped her graceful body with a woolen sweater. - I know you are fierce, but I can't hear what you are saying anymore. I can only think about the scene of clouds and rain. We took a walk after dinner. It would be a waste if we didn't take a walk if we stayed in Liuzhuang, isn't it?

We walked hand in hand by the lake. It was a windy night, and ripples formed on the surface of the lake, coming from far away and gently lapping against the rocks on the shore. It was a bright moonlight night, shining on the world. The mountains and trees were covered in silver, and the waves were surging with gold.

I picked her up and spun around on the grass. She giggled, with her two lumps of flesh pressed against my chest. I suddenly put her down and said, "Ouch, I can't take it anymore," she asked anxiously, "What's wrong?" I said, "I have a hard spot and I'm afraid you'll break it." She laughed and called me a hooligan, and then wanted to hit me. I held her hand, pulled her into my arms and said, "Let's go back." She nodded, looked at me with tenderness in her eyes, and said clearly, "Okay."

Entering the room, there was a big snow-white bed, big enough for any posture. There was a golden inscription on the headboard, "Shit, it's actually a poem about Red Cliff". It seems I'm going to be swept away by her waves today. Y frowned and said, "There's only one bed, how can two people sleep on it?"

I was speechless. I thought this woman was going to do this again. I felt unhappy. Y came closer with a smile on her face. She hooked her arms around my neck and started kissing me. We started with a French kiss. She talked nonsense and bit her lips. Her lower body was pressed against me and she was twisting her body slightly. She was probably testing my hardness?

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After taking off all my clothes, I turned off my phone and pretended it was out of battery and didn't care anymore.

Wash it quickly, focusing on the penis and anus, and wash the toes carefully - in case she has a strong taste, understand? Then brush your teeth, here I come! ! !

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She nodded hurriedly and I went down, rolled up her legs and spread them apart, revealing her private parts. There was very little hair, and it was soft and sticky. She must be a good-tempered woman. Her vagina was still pink, even the butterfly wings were pink, with no pigmentation. Could it be that her husband was very careful with it? She hurriedly covered it with her hand to stop me from looking. I begged her, such a good vagina is rare, how can I not taste it?

It was really top quality, the slit was tight, but the dew still seeped out, crystal clear, sliding towards the chrysanthemum. I couldn't bear to let it go in vain, so I licked it. It was slightly salty, a faint fishy taste peculiar to women. She was stimulated by this, and clamped her legs together, clamping my head. She probably felt it was indecent, so she loosened her legs, but was embarrassed to open them too wide. What an interesting woman. When I went to see her, she covered her eyes with her arms and bit her lips lightly. Her shyness was really not like that of a married woman. I said, your juice is really delicious, wait for me to eat you slowly, she said nothing, bit her lips tighter. I said wait a moment, and took out my phone from my pants on the sofa. Haha, I didn't take pictures, but played an album "Pipa Language"

Then we got back to bed. With music on, Y could relax a little. I still played with her jade vagina and pushed her tightly closed lips apart a little. Some water gushed out. It turned out that it had been flooded for a long time. I stopped teasing her and leaned between her legs and swiped my hot tongue from the perineum upwards, brushing over the deep groove and the jade beads. After a few strokes, the jade beads burst out. I pressed it with the tip of my tongue and shook it rhythmically. Y began to hum, accompanied by light music, like the sound of nature. It was time for me to enjoy it. I climbed off the bed, pulled her down, and gently pressed her down. She obediently began to eat my sausage. I have to say, her kung fu is great. Women are really contradictory. Her shyness is definitely not pretended, but her kung fu is so outstanding. Maybe it was her husband who trained her? But the color looks like it is often unused? : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :

I held Y's slender and soft waist with both hands, with my thumbs only an inch apart. The man's rough hands formed a sharp contrast with the woman's jade-like skin. I couldn't help but start rubbing with one hand, sliding to the front and side, holding a jumping jade rabbit, the plump feeling seemed to overflow from between my fingers; the other hand still held her waist: when tasting it lightly, to prevent Y from moving back too much, and when moving forward quickly, to add a boost to my own advancement. Under my multi-point attack, Y began to scream out, humming softly when I took a light taste, melodious and eager, and screaming loudly when I went in quickly, rapid and satisfied.

Y was gradually pushed to the climax by me. She probably needed a fulcrum. She clenched the bed sheet, then reached back with one hand to grab my arm that was supporting my waist, holding it tightly until her knuckles turned white. Waves of pleasure surged up, from my eyes, from my hands, from our skin. The enemy was powerful, and surrounded my army tightly. I could not rush left and right, and it was difficult to retreat. The enemy general was resourceful, using fire and flooding. My elite soldiers could not bear it and tried to break out several times, but were stopped by me every time. I turned my head away, not daring to look at the fighting scene anymore. However, the bronze plate on the bedside table, the lit lamp holder, and the TV screen all reflected two fighting bodies.

The woman's screams were getting louder and louder. I estimated that I could not last more than thirty rounds. Afraid of disappointing her, I said to her as a greeting, "You are so charming. I can't hold on any longer..." Unexpectedly, Y was very considerate. She said, "You don't have to endure it. As long as you are happy." These words made me love this snow-white, bent, petite woman even more. Although we are actually strangers, I decided to love her well tonight. I temporarily withdrew from her body and got out of bed. I wanted to let the fighting troops have a short rest, and also play a little trick to add some fun. Y was a little surprised that I left suddenly, but unexpectedly I walked to the window, pulled open the curtains in two moves, and pushed open half of the window. The room was on the third floor, and it was not yet time to go to bed. A cold wind blew in from the West Lake, mixed with the voices of conversation of guests taking a night walk. The erect jade pestle first felt a hint of chill, and became much more sober, but its erect posture remained as hard as ever. When I glanced at it, it was still covered with a layer of love juice, and the moonlight was falling just right, and the angry protruding blue veins brought a little shadow, making it look exceptionally majestic and cold.

I turned around and looked at her with a wicked smile. Her pretty face was flushed and she quickly pulled the corner of the quilt to cover her body. I said, "What are you doing? People may see it." I walked towards her and said, "Probably no one will see it, but you are screaming so loudly, they will definitely hear it. If they run into us in the corridor tomorrow morning, they will be jealous of having such a beautiful woman who screams because of me." She tried to hit me with her fist with a coquettish look, but I lifted the quilt, grabbed one of her ankles and lifted it to my shoulder, and penetrated her again. The guy had just caught a cold, so he returned to the soft and moist place and started grinding again with great energy.

Y was really afraid that her screams would be heard by passers-by, so she suppressed her anger and dared not make a sound. I took a break in the middle, and this time I was even more vigorous and brave. Y whimpered a little, and called me husband in a vague way, saying that she loved me. I ignored her, closed my eyes and just focused on delivering her message. It seemed as if my soul had floated out of my body, and I became a bystander, staring at the two bodies. Even at that moment, I think I still loved my first wife, and I confirmed it many times; what kind of image would this confused woman in front of me appear in her family and at work? My life and hers were originally two unrelated parallel lines, but they intersected at this moment. Was it the devil's temptation or God's reward?

The body is still entangled madly, but the soul is laughing on the side. Does a person really belong to himself? It's just a host for someone else!

Y finally couldn't hold herself back anymore and screamed out without paying any attention to anything else, which pulled my soul back to my body. There was silence outside the window. I didn't know whether the people who were talking just now had gone far away or were eavesdropping. Anyway, no matter what, a little further away, the water of West Lake was gently lapping against the stone bank, and several streams of water just poured into the stone cave, making a gurgling sound. My body began to stiffen, and my little head gradually became unresponsive. I simply lifted up Y's other leg and pressed forward, so that her buttocks left the mattress to meet my final sprint.

I squatted, put my hands on Y's knees, and pressed my thighs against her body until my breasts were flattened. Y's entrance was a mess, like a river beach after a flood, with the thatched grass on both sides lying in a mess and covered with mud. I concentrated on admiring my masterpiece, a scene of indescribable obscenity. After a brief pause, the boat firmly entered the river and reached the deepest part every time. Y's vagina began to tighten rhythmically, in waves and bursts, and my mind went blank. Deep, deep, deeper, deeper, and I ejected all my love into it.

That night, I scored twice and fought twice in a row, which made me very tired. I leaned on the bed and smoked a cigarette. Y curled up in my arms and sent text messages quietly.

Y's hair had been permed and was a little hard - not as soft as my wife's hair - and it felt prickly, which made my bare chest feel a little uncomfortable. After three or two text messages were exchanged, I casually asked her who she was texting to. She showed me her phone and the screen said, "Don't worry, I'll be home after two more rounds. You should go to bed early too." I looked at her and she stuck out her tongue mischievously and said with a hint of resentment, "This guy, he's still having fun outside even though his wife is missing." My heart was moved when I heard that. I put down the cigarette and went to play with Y's breasts again. Y also pressed close to me, rubbed her face against my neck affectionately, and suddenly bit my shoulder hard, pushed me away, got out of bed, and asked me if I wanted some water. I felt a pain, and my erection stopped, and then I felt a little swollen and painful there. I thought, forget it, there is no need to force myself to be brave.

Turn off the lights and go to sleep, having a dreamless night.

When she woke up the next day, Y washed and changed her clothes first, but she carefully put the pearlescent silk underwear into her purse, saying that it had our scent on it and she would not wash it when she returned home so that she could keep it as a reminder. Seeing how sincere she was, I felt secretly ashamed. Women are more sentimental after all. Unlike me, I immediately started to miss home after yesterday's romance and wanted to rush back to Shanghai from Hangzhou - only when I slept soundly in my own bed could I sleep peacefully.

During breakfast, we chatted and laughed. I teased her about her performance yesterday. She was embarrassed and wanted to spit at me. When our eyes met, I felt a warm current flowing in my stomach again. From our eyes, we could see that we both had that intention. We hurried back to the room and had another fight.

After finishing the work, it was still early before check-out, so Y and I took a walk in Liuzhuang. Opposite this place is Su Causeway. There are towering ancient trees and lush green grass in the garden. It is a great place to visit West Lake. We walked along the way and arrived at Dingjia Mountain. It is called a mountain, but it is actually very small. There is a small house on the mountain. The door is locked all day long. There is a stone tablet next to it. I have seen it before and know that it is the study place of Mao Larou, but who knows what he does here.

I didn't bring Y here for no reason. This small hill is covered with thick shade, and only the singing of birds can be heard. Few people come here. I let Y lean her back against the wall of the small house, kissed her gently, and occasionally said some sweet words softly. When Y's desire was rekindled, I took one of her legs out of her boots and pants. Y resisted a little but gave in. I wrapped her white legs around my waist and reached down to touch her. Her lace panties were already wet. I took out my treasure, lifted the edge of her pants with my fingers, and plunged into it.

The sunlight shone through the autumn leaves and onto us. Even so, it was still quite cold in December. Y got goose bumps on her bare legs. I felt sorry for her and sped up, wanting to finish quickly.

The voices of people on the Su Causeway came from afar, and the birds were singing nearby, making the mountain even more secluded. I looked down at her. One of her legs was wearing a handsome leather boot, and the other leg was naked and wrapped around it. I was afraid that someone would come up the mountain to play, so after a hundred or eighty strokes, I could no longer control myself and finished this wild battle.

At noon that day, we had a meal at Zhiweiguan. I especially liked their pickled duck. In fact, I also like Yanggong Zen Temple's stew, but the stinky smell is not suitable for the atmosphere after the rain. In short, I will never be disappointed if I order a few side dishes at Zhiweiguan. After the meal, we walked east along Yanggong Dike, holding hands, and only said a few words along the way. Perhaps it had been sunny for several days in a row, and the withered and yellow sycamore leaves on the ground had been baked very dry. When the wind blew, the leaves rubbing against each other on the ground made a harsh sound. It was not even three o'clock yet and the sun was beginning to turn white, hanging weakly in the distance. We all raised our collars, unable to find anything to say, "that little bit of tiredness after the passion", it was better to write it like Old B.

I said let's go home, and Y also wanted to go home, so we took a taxi to the train station, and we each jumped on the earliest train, going east and west. . .

After we separated, intimacy increased and mystery decreased by seven points. Y started to call me every day, but she always abided by the rules. She never called or texted me outside of workdays. I guess it was inconvenient for her, but this was another advantage of being a young woman. I sent flowers and other gifts to her office. The atmosphere in the office is a bit bad. These things appeared on the table, which showed that there was a lover. Her colleagues envied her when they saw it, which made Y very happy. She mentioned many times on the phone what their colleagues said. Another woman who was very close to her actually knew everything about us. I guess she also knew about our performance in bed. Women seemed to talk about these topics together. Y, a colleague, was mentioned more and more frequently. I also knew her name and some information. Her name was Z, 27 years old. She probably had some ambiguity with a director and had been single. After listening to what I heard, I felt that Y's affair was somewhat influenced by Z's style. Anyway, Z was very encouraging of our underground work and advised Y to seize the opportunity and enjoy the passion. Gradually, I began to feel that Z was not only interested in the secret relationship between Y and me, but seemed to be curious about me as well. - My intuition is very sensitive, could it be? ? ? I began to have the idea of ​​wanting more. Once a seed is planted in my heart, it will definitely take root and sprout. There was an extra shadow in the relationship between me and Y, but I didn't realize it at the time.

In the spring of 2007, I had an opportunity to go on a business trip to Ningbo. I informed Y and she was very happy. After quickly finishing my business in Ningbo, I slipped away to Shaoxing in the afternoon and booked a king-size room in Xianheng.

We chose this hotel because the food in its restaurant is quite delicious and we can order room service so we don't have to go out to eat.

I texted the room number to Y, and seeing that there was still some time before getting off work, I decided to go revisit Shen's Garden. When I was young, I was entangled in the love story of Lu You and Tang Wan, and even when I grew up, I still couldn't let it go. Every time I visited this garden, I felt a sense of familiarity. This time there is a different feeling - could the talented men and beautiful women of that time escape the shackles of morality and fully enjoy the spring scenery of the south of the Yangtze River? If not, how could every word in the lyrics be so sad and lingering?

In late spring, the wind is warm and carries the scent of flowers. I sit sideways on the beauty's chair in the corridor, enjoying a cigarette. In fact, I seldom smoke. It is not so much for the addiction as because I like the feeling of smoke lingering between my fingers. The way it dissipates makes me think.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting. I looked at the time and it was almost time, so I got up and went back to the hotel. The moment I stood up, I thought of the big bed in the room, and my crotch felt tight and tingling. It turns out that switching from a state of quiet contemplation of life to the excitement of adultery seems to be done by just pressing a switch.

I returned to the floor where I lived and turned the corner. Y was already waiting at the door, texting me on his cell phone. What a mature young woman, wearing a light pink suit, transparent socks, and light pink high-heeled shoes; the clothes have a "concave" collar, revealing a little bit of her pink chest; she has newly cut her hair short to the ears, showing her bright eyebrows and white teeth.

I held Y's waist skillfully and said in her ear, "I miss you so much." She responded shyly. I smelled the familiar feminine scent on her body and was overwhelmed. Then I kissed her little mouth. Y put on light makeup and pearlescent lip gloss. She must have dressed up for this date. When Y was dressing up, her husband must have been beside her. I thought a little evilly that the more I reminded myself not to be unkind, the more I could not resist the excitement of getting a married woman.

Y pushed away my wolf kiss and said, "Go in quickly, otherwise people will see us." I hurriedly opened the door, and as soon as I went in, I pressed Y against the wall. Y was quickly ignited and became wet and hot with me. The little brother who had been missing for a long time immediately swelled up and supported himself on Y
My abdomen was bloated and uncomfortable, so I reached my hand into her dress and found she was wearing crotchless stockings. My labia was clearly visible through her silk panties. This touch made me more eager. My fingers slipped into my pants skillfully, thinking that it would be nice to have a blitzkrieg. However, Y refused again and again, saying, "Not now." I asked, "Why, sweetheart," and she replied, "Someone else is coming soon." I was surprised. "Someone else is coming?" Could it be Z? It could only be Z. My mind raced, but I wasn’t sure.

Some thoughts also flashed through my mind: Did Y deliberately lead Z into the game and use me as a duck? Or am I overthinking it, and Y is just showing her lover to her best friends? Perhaps, with good luck, there is a chance for a double-fight?

I pretended to know nothing and asked who it was. Y said mysteriously, you will know soon.

After thinking for a while, I was no longer so impulsive. I picked up the phone and called the restaurant to order a few dishes and asked for a bottle of red wine. I thought to myself, no matter which of the above situations it is, I should just act immediately. I said to Y, you watch TV first, I'm going to take a shower... I took out a clean white shirt from my bag, and brought my Armani perfume with me. I cleaned myself up, and I would be more confident in facing women... When I was almost done showering, the doorbell rang. Y went to open the door, and a woman's voice was heard. It was Z.

Freshly dried hair, men's perfume, and an open white shirt. I thought this would look somewhat sexy. I opened the door and went out, and saw Y and Z chatting on the sofa. I pretended to be surprised. The two women stood up. Z had a pretty face and looked at me with a smile. Z is actually about 168cm tall, which is considered an anomaly among the women in the south of the Yangtze River, but she still retains the gentleness of the Yue women. She wears a light green dress with light floral patterns. The waist is cut very tight, showing off her curves. The hem of the dress reaches her knees, and she is not wearing stockings. Her skin has the luster of porcelain.

Y introduced that this is the beautiful Z in our bureau, my good friend; pointing at my blushing face, he said, "I won't introduce this person, you know..." Z was cheerful and said, "He is indeed a handsome guy, no wonder my sister is fascinated by him. I am not a handsome guy, just an average guy. With the pink peach blossoms and green willows in front of me, and the soft whispers, we are a perfect match."

The three of us sat facing each other, feeling a little dull for a moment. I was not sure I could guess the bottom line of the two women, but I could not suppress my desire for the ultimate affair. My mouth, which was good at talking, was a little at a loss for words... Just when the atmosphere was a little dull, the waiter knocked on the door and brought the meal. The small dining table was pushed to the bedside and the dishes, red wine, and high-heeled glasses were placed one by one on the white tablecloth. Then the little boy politely left. The atmosphere immediately became better, and we sat down happily. The lights outside the window were just coming on.

Z first raised his glass to wish us a romantic life, and I replied by toasting to the two beauties to be even more beautiful. Then we started to toast each other with different combinations and various toasts... After a few glasses of red wine, my heart was gradually aroused. I was thinking about what to say to provoke him, and while I was worrying about it, Z came to ask Y and I to drink from the same cup of wine. I smiled and said that we had a deep friendship, and drinking from the same cup of wine would be a piece of cake... Y understood that I said "we had a deep friendship" with a double meaning, and she pouted at me, which made Z's words even more explicit. I stood up, and Y also greeted me leisurely. I leaned down slightly, and we embraced each other's necks and made a great toast. I smelled Y's fragrance and my heart was blossoming. I thought of Y's crotchless pantyhose, and thought that if I had a drink with Z like this, with her height, it would probably be more harmonious... Men are greedy for beauty in the world, so women F are not surprised.

Z was cheering and blaming us for being pretentious and showing off our affection in front of her. I blurt out, why don't we toast together? As soon as I said it, I felt something was wrong, and looked at Y hurriedly - a gentleman is one who loves new things and does not dislike old ones, so I should not hurt Y... But then I thought it would be better to say it to see Y's reaction. If she tried to match me with Z, then today the two women are here to have a threesome and want to treat me like a duck; if she is angry, then she still has some true feelings for me, and Z can only meet in his dreams. Y said to Z with a smile, "Give your sister some face and let this stinky man get away with it for once and have a drink with him." When I heard this, I felt mixed emotions and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my leg. It turned out that Y had pinched me hard in secret. I didn't dare to say anything, but heard Y say coldly, "Why don't you two drink quickly?"

Z probably also heard the hidden meaning in Y's words, and said, I don't want to let him get away with it. The man you like can have more drinks by yourself. I won't compete with you for him. I also quickly changed the subject in embarrassment. Now that my delusion was shattered, my mind became clear. Think about it, although Y and I were just a one-night stand, she was very affectionate in bed and was like a couple in daily life. She gave me many wonderful moments. How could I want to find someone new when I first met Z? Although we have never made vows to each other, we said a lot of sweet words to each other when we were having fun. It is not like me to betray her easily. It's all because I read too many pornographic books and thought about having a threesome. Now I have offended Y and made Z laugh at me for being so reckless!

After I had a correct attitude, I stopped flirting with Z. I was 100% attentive and gave 70% to Y. Y was naturally very happy. There was a red cloud on each cheek and her eyes were gentle and longing as if honey was about to drip out. I knew that there would be some tenderness tonight. Thinking of the scenery under Y's skirt that she had specially prepared for me, my heart was shaken.

As soon as Z leaves, I will throw Y onto the bed, lift up her skirt, rub her little nipples through her silk panties, and see how she begs for mercy. But she had already been wet once, and the smell was too strong. If I wanted to eat her, I had to take off all my clothes and go to the bathroom to wash her clean. I was thinking about peeling and licking her Y layer by layer, so I had no appetite for the food on the table. I lit a cigarette, held it in one hand, and put the other hand on my knees, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Unexpectedly, her thigh moved casually, and my hand touched a soft, cool and smooth skin. I knew it was Z's leg. My heart trembled violently, and I quickly moved my hand away to glance at Z's expression. She seemed not to notice anything. Maybe she didn't mind such touch? ——In fact, it was just an unintentional touch, but the pleasure brought by the smooth touch was far better than the full kneading in KTV.

I plucked up my courage and moved my legs closer to the place where we had just met. I estimated that the distance was only about ten centimeters, but it was as difficult as if I had completed a space docking. I tried to look calm on my face, but my heart was pounding.

When I moved to the previous position, I didn't touch Z's beautiful legs. I moved closer, but still didn't touch them. It turned out that I was paying attention but she wasn't!

I really want to knock down a pair of chopsticks so that I can learn Ximen Daguanren’s trick and pinch the pair of golden lotus while picking up the chopsticks. Thinking of this, I secretly turned sideways and looked at the beautiful legs under the tablecloth.

I saw her with one foot tilted, wearing a pair of green shallow-mouth leather shoes with intricate and faint cloud patterns, low-key and exquisite. Her white toes were gathered in the shallow upper, revealing a row of tender toe grooves; the other foot was tripped behind this one, half out of the leather shoe, and the pink color on the bottom of the arch was faintly visible.

I think that among the three types of cleavages on women, the toe cleavage is just as sexy as the cleavage and buttock cleavage.

Speaking of the toe groove, I have to say one more thing: the person who designed this kind of shallow-mouth women's shoes is really a great genius, and women who know how to wear this kind of shoes are mostly somewhat seductive. However, there are more and more such shoes on the streets this year. I am really worried that they will become like black stockings, flooding the market and eventually becoming a vulgar trend.

Z's beautiful legs and feet made me lose my mind. The soup was almost gone and I was a little tipsy from the wine. It was time for Z to leave. She satisfied her curiosity to see me and I left behind my feelings as strong as spring grass. When I thought of this, I suddenly felt sad. The beauty was still here, but we were far away from each other. All I could do was to frequently turn sideways to peek at her beautiful pair of legs. I don’t know what was on their minds, but gradually they became silent and the room became quiet again. . .

I was glancing at the swaying hem of Z's skirt when, while I was distracted, Y stood up and said she was going to the bathroom. I was startled by the voice and pulled my eyes back from under the table, just in time to meet Z's eyes. - Based on my sixth sense, it's not so much that our eyes met by chance, but rather that her gaze had been waiting for me there for a long time. My heart warmed up and I heard the bathroom door at the corner being locked with a "click". The blood in my body rushed to my head. You know, this is the only chance to be alone with Z. If I want to say anything or do anything, it should be now!

But my mind was filled with joy and excitement, while adventure and hesitation were also fighting fiercely. A voice told me to seize the opportunity; a voice said, don’t betray Y; another voice said, you are no longer qualified to consider "betrayal or loyalty"; and another voice said calmly, be careful, it is a trap, the two women are setting it up to test you.

I was so confused for a moment that I was speechless and my face turned red!

I was hesitant and wanted to look away, but Z's gaze was fixed on me. Seeing my embarrassment, she spoke first and asked in a low voice, "Did you see enough just now?"

As soon as she said this, the room was filled with joy. Her face turned red and she quickly picked up the wine glass to take a sip, but it couldn't hide her dimples.

It turns out that she had already noticed it. Now that she has made it clear, what are we waiting for? Are you waiting to be sentenced to three years in the mountains?

Without thinking any more, I immediately put one hand into her skirt and touched inside her skirt while answering softly, "How can I see enough?" How can I touch enough?

Z's face turned even redder. He quickly used his hand to hold back my wolf claw that was still moving upstream, and said in a low voice, "Take it out quickly, you are so brave!"

Although there was a skirt between us, my heart was even hotter when her delicate hand held mine, and I was unwilling to pull my hand away. I knew that Shaoxing women were used to playing hard to get, so I put more strength in my hands, trying to occupy the high ground of desire.

Seeing that it was impossible to go deeper, I simply retreated and slid my hand downwards, over her knee, and lifted her calf, placing it on my thigh, stroking it gently back and forth, reveling in the soft touch. Z no longer resisted, closing her eyes slightly, her nostrils flaring. That moment was extremely short, but Z and I seemed to be intoxicated for a long time, until the sound of flushing came from the bathroom, and Z hurriedly retracted her legs.

Z said, don’t do that, it’s not good if she sees it. I laughed in my heart, wondering why you didn't say this just now?

The faucet in the bathroom turned on, and I hurriedly grabbed Z's phone, dialed my number, and hung up; the bathroom door opened with a click, and I barely put the phone back where it was.

Z turned her back to the direction where Y was walking, stuck out her tongue at me, smiled, and the blush on her face still faded.

Y didn't sit down either, but knelt on the edge of the bed, leaning on my shoulder. I touched her hand and turned back to smile at her. Seeing that she looked naughty and cute with short hair, I felt a little guilty.

Y asked, have you finished your meal? That's a bit like an order to leave. This young woman probably wants something.

Now I was afraid that Z also felt the same meaning, so I wanted to change the subject and said to Y, "Look, her face is so red, maybe she's drunk. Let's make some tea for her."

Y looked at Z and said with a smile, "Wow, you usually have such a good alcohol tolerance, why are you so popular today?" I continued, her face flushed, she must be missing her husband... Under the table, Z stepped hard on my foot - sometimes I was twisted by Y, sometimes ignored by Z, it hurt physically but I felt sweet in my heart.

After chatting for a few minutes, Z tactfully left, saying something like, "Let me save some energy for the night." Y took it as a joke, and both of them burst into laughter; but I understood it differently and guessed that she wanted me to keep some love for her. Thinking of this, the giant thing between my legs stood up proudly.

As soon as the door closed, I picked up Y and threw her on the bed, and took off my shirt and jeans. Y was lying on the bed with seductive eyes, and said in a sweet voice, "I want you..." I didn't have time to take off her panties, so I jumped on the bed and pulled up her skirt. The pink panties were at the crotch, serving as the last cover. I rubbed her core through her panties, and the fabric was soaked. I was about to open the edge of her pants, but she pulled me up by the hand, and pulled us to stand on the floor by the bed... Y took the initiative to find my lips. After a wet kiss, she began to kiss all the way down, and finally knelt down, resting her cheek against my protruding part, rubbing back and forth, taking a long breath.

I looked down at her and saw that her white cotton panties were bulging high. Her pretty face was pink, as if there was a fire burning in it, and even her exposed chest was red.

I reached out to touch her head, passed through her short hair, and touched her earlobe. Encouraged by the touch, she looked up at me with a smile. I saw that her nose was very pretty, and I couldn't help scratching it. She snorted softly, lowered her head, and took the goose in her mouth through her panties, and clamped my butt with both hands. The young Gu woman really had a wild heart. After a while, she pulled down my briefs again, and the goose jumped out and hit her in the face. The creature was still shaking when she took it in her mouth. I suddenly felt like I was sinking into warm mud - it was about that comfortable to take a mud bath!

The young woman sipped it for a while, spit it out, smiled at me and said, "Let me go wash first." This is very good. I like to wash a woman first to remove the odor before I can have fun.

Y turned her back and quickly took off her skirt, socks and clothes, leaving only her three points on, and walked into the bathroom.

Y's breasts were not small, but her back was very thin, with a nice groove on her spine. There were two moles near the bottom of the groove, which made her skin look white. The bra strap just crossed the upper part of the groove, like a small white bridge... Y walked in with her butt twisted, which made me feel very excited. I masturbated twice to comfort myself a little.

After she had been bathing for a while, I walked in. How could I miss the sight of a beautiful woman bathing?

I slipped in, and the hot water poured over my head. Y pulled me away a little, avoiding the water curtain, and helped me apply shower gel to wash. When I washed to three inches below the navel, Y held it in one hand, and used the lubrication of the shower gel to stroke it back and forth. Sometimes she let it go, but gently played with the two oily glutes. After doing this several times, I almost erupted. I quickly turned Y around, with her back to me, so that she couldn't start. I put my hands around her breasts and pressed us together front and back. I turned my fleshy banana sideways and pressed it against her back. We began to rub slowly, and the places where we touched were all slippery; we touched each other randomly, and the places where we touched were also full of slippery feelings. We rubbed faster and faster, and the flames of desire rose higher and higher. I didn't care to touch other places, but occupied her chest with both hands, or gently felt her roundness, or heavily experienced her elasticity; she seemed to be limp all over, hooked my head with both arms, and raised her slender neck to let me kiss her shoulder.

Our feet scattered and we both retreated into the water curtain. The water splashed down and splashed into millions of tiny droplets. It was impossible to tell whose skin they bounced off, and they were all flying in the light. "The moon shines on the flower forest, all is hail" - are there any similarities?

The foam of the shower gel gradually washed away, I turned Y's body over and sucked her buds, some water flowed into my mouth along the arc, I was so excited that I swallowed the water and continued to lick it.

Y was gasping for breath because of me. Suddenly he lifted my head up and bit my neck, not letting go for a long time. His body was pressed tightly against me. I guess he had an orgasm.

I gave Y a long hug, which is what women need most after orgasm, but my own desire has not subsided, and the big thing is stubbornly squeezed between us. After a while, Y recovered and her little hands began to grope again. I asked her to hold the glass and slightly open her legs. I squatted down a little and thrust in.

Probably wanting to get deeper, Y raised her hips to get closer. In this way, she simply pressed her face and chest against the glass. It was a pity that I couldn't split myself, otherwise I would really like to admire the two squeezed breasts through the glass.

She had come once before, so I didn't need to take care of her anymore. I simply picked up one of her legs in my hand, didn't say anything, and just started fucking her hard.

There was silence all around, with only the sound of rushing water and the occasional loud crash. I didn't dare lower my head to look at the trembling buttocks, but looked up at the sky at the gushing water line, thinking that time flies, and my youth has only turned into memories of passionate encounters, without any trace.

The primitive joy gradually rose like a tide, taking advantage of the wrath of thunder, bringing wind and rain to hit the dam. After several times, it finally broke through the dam. . .

We returned to the bed and hugged each other. She bent over as much as possible, like a baby in the mother's womb. I also bent over, sticking to this treasure I found during the trip. After the storm, we chatted quietly about family matters. It was basically her talking and me listening. I listened to her talk about the pain she felt when her father passed away the year before last, describe her husband's appearance and personality, and depict the infighting among colleagues in the office. . . The details of life made the woman in my arms more real. While we were talking, my cell phone rang and a text message came in. The phone was on the bedside table on Y's side. I didn't want to look at it, but subconsciously felt that I should take a look. I asked her to hand it to me, and when I opened it, I saw that there were 2 unread messages. It was from an unfamiliar number. The gist is as follows:

Text message 2: You were so brave just now, but now you don’t even dare to reply to a text message in front of her?

Turn forward, text message 1: Bad man, what are you doing?

I laughed in my heart, Z was biting the hook.

But it always feels a bit too fast. Women and men have different ignition points. No matter how experienced you are in makeup and romance, it is difficult to make them fall in love with you after a while. Pan, Donkey, Deng, Xiao, Xian, I would feel at ease if she wanted any one of them, but after thinking about it, there is nothing for her to want, right?

I threw my phone next to my pillow and ignored her for the time being.

Y naturally didn't know what I was thinking and just kept talking about her own things.

All I heard her say was, "The party secretary of our unit is so annoying!"

I casually asked, "What's wrong?"

"Old pervert, always taking advantage of others."

"I am allowed to wipe it, but others are not allowed to do so?"

The young woman slapped me and continued, "Last year, we had a New Year's Eve dinner and drank a lot of wine. After dinner, we booked a dance hall to play. When he danced with me, his hands were not honest and he held my butt tightly."

"That's too much," I said indignantly, "It's pressing against me."

I was actually a little excited when I heard that, so I pushed her as well and asked, "Where? Is it here?"

"Oh, you are so bad. You have no sympathy. I will ignore you."

I ignored her words, my lower body started to rise, pressed against her legs, and asked, "Is it big?"

"Hmm~~, I don't know."

"As hot as I am?"

"No, oh!"

"Did it hit you?" I had already pressed against her vital point, and a wet and hot feeling came over me. "No, I hate you so much..." She twisted her body twice, and it was unclear whether she was trying to escape or adjust to a better position.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and slid in in a few strokes.

This position does not allow for deep penetration, and I can only slide the head of a screw in and out. One advantage is that I can fully enjoy her biting force, and she can carefully feel my thickness. After a while, the protruding circle was scratched by her and became sore and swollen. She was also extremely unbearable by the circle, and began to speak intermittently. I said that I couldn't take it anymore, and could I find another man to join in? She said no, so I stopped and said I really couldn't hold on any longer and needed to take a break. She agreed vaguely but kept twisting her body. I said I'm your secretary now, can you let me in? She quickly agreed and asked me to come in quickly. I moved my body backwards, almost at a 90-degree angle to hers, and penetrated deep inside her, causing her to scream. At this moment, the phone rang again. I picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Z, "I know what you are doing. I am harassing you on purpose. Hehehe, have fun. I won't disturb you anymore."

In that state, one has no time to think. I don't know where the evil thought came from, but I pressed the reply button and put it back under the pillow. . .

I seemed to have seen such a plot when I was on Huanhuan a few years ago, but I didn’t expect that I would actually use it.

I slowed down a little, thinking that the call would be connected soon, so I tried my best and made Y moan and groan. I still felt it was not enough and kept asking her if she liked me. Do you like me CHA? Want to go deeper? I was in high spirits. Every time I asked a question, Y would excitedly and loudly affirm it. After dozens of times, I ended the storm amid Y's sweet voice.

I quickly reached under the pillow and hung up the phone. Fearing for any hidden dangers, I simply turned off my phone.

One afternoon in September this year, I was diving on KDS. It seemed that the weather was good that day, a little chilly. I stood up and closed the window, put on a knitted vest over my short-sleeved shirt, and was about to sit back when I received a call from Y, saying that she was in Shanghai at the moment and would go back with the company's car in the afternoon. The implication was that she wanted to meet me. I asked her location, quickly booked a restaurant by the Changning Swimming Pool on Yuyuan Road, and hurried there myself. I found an open-air seat, ordered the dishes, lit a cigarette, and waited for the woman to arrive with mixed feelings. . .

Women are always late for appointments, but when you think about how they have to look in the mirror 100 times before seeing you, it's actually an honor to wait that long. I was bored and stared at the smoke curling between my fingers in a daze, and my thoughts instantly went back to that bizarre night more than a year ago.

The dim light, the clothes draped over the back of the chair, the wrinkled white sheets, and the two naked bodies looked like a movie poster. I was lying on my back, and Y was leaning over beside me, drawing circles on my chest with a finger. She was probably enjoying the fragrance of the air after the rainstorm, but I secretly blamed myself for being too rash just now. Did Z hear it? What would she think? How would she tell Y in the future? Would it bring bad influence to Y's life?

Although, to be honest, Y and Z are not the women in my life that I cannot lose, but. . . I was very nervous.

I spread out one arm, and Y rested her head on it tacitly. I turned sideways and hugged her tighter, and her body also turned sideways, forming a deep cleavage. I held the bottom edge of her breasts with my fingers and gently weighed them twice. I was fascinated by Y's breasts and never got tired of playing with them.

The phone rang. I didn't want to disturb the peaceful atmosphere, so I held Y's arms with no intention of loosening. Y paused, but still gently pushed me away and said that it was probably her husband calling. Then she slipped out of bed and jumped to get the phone. I saw her two white rabbits on her chest heaving, and I began to imagine what her husband looked like on the other end of the phone in a somewhat evil way. But then another thought popped up in my mind, telling me to be more honest and not bully others like this.

Y picked up the phone and started chattering in Shaoxing dialect - the dialect of that area. I could understand it if it was spoken slowly and in the context, but when they spoke so hastily, I felt confused.

I heard Y talking happily at the beginning, but gradually he started talking less and listened more, and his face became gloomy. I felt something was wrong and suddenly realized that it might be a call from Z. Why is this woman so aggressive?

I heard Y hang up the phone with a snap, pick up the clothes on the chair, and put them on one by one without saying a word. At this time, I could basically guess 70 or 80% of the situation. I thought any explanation would be futile, so I simply kept silent, put on my underwear, and sat on the bed waiting for her to explode.

After Y was dressed, she picked up her bag and walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Home." "How are you going home in the middle of the night when you smell of my perfume?"

When I said that, Y's eyes turned red and she started to cry. She blamed me and said, "Why did you do that? How can I live my life if this gets spread to the company?"

I regretted my rashness, but there was no point in saying more, so I just asked, "What did she say on the phone?"

"She said she heard everything and praised you for being awesome. Anyway, you two have been seeing each other behind my back. Don't drag me into it. I'm going home now to make room for you."

She looked so pitiful with tears in her eyes, which made me feel very sad. Before, I had been thinking about finding a new love, but now I was determined to protect my old love. I made up my mind and said to Y, "Don't go anywhere, stay here, and I will handle this matter."

I immediately turned on my cell phone and called Z. When the waiting tone rang on the other end of the line, I felt conflicted and didn't know what to say when the call was connected. I went crazy with her, so I can't blame her, right?

But Y took the phone from me, and I heard some words from her. Finally, she said in Mandarin, "You'd better come up. You two lunatics should apologize to me together." After that, she returned the phone to me. Seeing that I was very surprised, she said that in the previous call, Z said that she had not gone home and was sitting in a cafe one stop away.

While Z was still here, Y told some anecdotes about Z, as if to excuse her. I felt amused and thought that if you don't mind, then I don't mind either. I glanced at Y's face and she didn't look like someone who was still angry.

The doorbell rang again. I was already dressed and hurried to open the door. The light from the corridor suddenly came in, and my eyes couldn't adjust for a moment. In a blink of an eye, I saw Z in a green dress, standing tall and graceful with her back to the light. She was shrouded in the halo, so beautiful that I couldn't describe it.

When Z saw it was me, he lowered his head and pursed his lips, ignoring me, brushed past me, and walked quickly towards Y. When I looked back, the pink peach blossoms and green willows were standing side by side again, making me dazed for a moment: Such a good man and beautiful woman, was he the one I was playing with just now?

I only heard Z's sweet voice saying, "Sister, don't be angry, it's all his fault. I've always envied you two being together, and if he continues to provoke me like that, I won't be able to stand it either." - her voice gradually became inaudible.

"Sir, let me serve you some cold dishes," the waiter's words interrupted my memories. Chilled rice wine chicken, four-happiness kofta, sweet osmanthus sugar lotus root - their local dishes are very authentic, and coupled with the environment of the old villa, it is a good place to introduce Shanghai culture to friends from other places.

I nodded to the waiter and just then saw Y coming in from the courtyard gate. She was wearing tight jeans, white running shoes, a white T-shirt, and still had the same short hair. I was about to wave when she saw me and walked towards me with a smile.

Y's outfit today looked particularly youthful and energetic. I couldn't help but use my eloquence to compliment her. She was naturally pleased. After a while of shaking her body, she sighed quietly, "You can only coax me with sweet words. It's been more than a year, why haven't you contacted me actively?"

I said that we were in too close contact and I was afraid that I would fall in love with her and so on. I evaded the question a few times, but I knew she wouldn't believe me. I sighed in my heart, "Don't blame me for being heartless. 'If life could always be like the first meeting, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan? The hearts of old friends change easily, but it is said that the hearts of old friends are easily changeable.' The beauty of chance encounter lies in the first meeting. The first time is fresh, the second time is familiar, and the third time is a bit boring. If I meet someone unwise again, and as time goes by I start to fall in love, won't I create some extra troubles?" I am a principled person. No matter how good the wine is, I will only drink three bowls.

After a while, the hot dishes were gradually served. There was a portion of smoked fish, which was my favorite. During the Chinese New Year, my parents bought herring slices. In order to eat fresh fish on New Year's Eve, they would stay up all night to prepare it. I picked up a piece for Y and told her to eat it while it was hot. I introduced that the smoked fish in this restaurant was freshly made. When it was hot, the meat was crispy and full of honey. She took a bite and praised it repeatedly. I suddenly leaned close to her ear and said, "This is how it tasted when I ate you." She blushed and glared at me, but asked, "Did you contact Z behind my back later?"

I haven't met Y for more than a year, and as for Z, I haven't even called him.

That night in Shaoxing in 2007, there seemed to be a cold wave coming down - because I remember Z said that she couldn't get a taxi, so she walked one stop to get here. Suddenly, the wind blew up on the street, and it was so cold and the road was so long. Y told her with concern to take a hot bath quickly. The sisterly love between them didn't seem to be fake.

I was still immersed in the association brought about by the juicy smoked fish. Using this association to tease Y was actually a kind of compliment to her. I am still amazed at the young woman's sexual potential and am very grateful to her for her performance that night.

Y saw that I was eating in silence and asked me what I was thinking about. I said I was thinking about how crazy we were that day, but I didn’t know why you agreed?

When Y heard me mention this, she lowered her head shyly. What I love about this woman is that she blooms to her heart's content at night and is shy during the day.

After a while, she seemed to have thought of the answer, looked at me and said firmly, "I know we have no future, and it may not last long, so we should be happy when we are together."

It's not the first or second time that I've flirted with this, but I was still a little moved when I heard this. It's my blessing that a woman can be so understanding.

I toasted Y with a glass, drank it first, and watched her finish it with a smile. In the sunlight, a few barely noticeable crow's feet appeared at the corners of Y's eyes. I thought mischievously that if I captured this detail with a large aperture and posted it on the mountain, there would probably be at least two pages of TFs with people calling her auntie or Caipi. However, only those who "understand" her will appreciate the goodness of a mature woman. But women at this age will age faster and faster. - One year ago, I looked at her so carefully under the light, and there was absolutely no trace of time on her smooth face at that time. Z went in to take a hot bath.

My heart beat violently several times, and once it almost jumped out of my chest. I felt so excited that I was about to suffocate. The legendary threesome, a major breakthrough in my romantic history, was about to happen.

I calmed down and realized that there was still one thing that had not been resolved. The good thing of one dragon and two phoenixes was just a thin window paper, but even if it was just a piece of paper, someone had to break it. I didn't necessarily have to wait until Z was washed before touching them. What if they got the wrong intention?

Y was standing in front of a long brown mirror. I don’t know if he could see through my thoughts, but he gave me a look that seemed to be mixed with anger and smile, or a smile mixed with resentment. I walked up behind her, put my arms around her, and looked at her pretty face in the mirror. She also looked at me lovingly in the mirror.

There are two spotlights above the brown mirror, and the long metal lamp legs are bent like insect antennae. I turned both lamp legs upwards, and the mirror lost the direct light. The portrait inside became softer, as if a nostalgic old movie was being played; the air in the room seemed to smell like coffee, rich and smooth.

The ambiguous atmosphere is better than any superfluous words. I feel the fire in my body rekindled and gradually spreading across the prairie. Y's passion surges again. Although the faint smile in the mirror has not changed at all, but since she is in my arms, how can she escape my intuition?

I helped her take off her stockings and underwear, and she cooperated silently. I asked her to put her stockings back on, and this time she hit me lightly. Since she understood my bad thoughts, it was the best tease. I waited for her to pull her pantyhose evenly, and then touched her middle. Sure enough, it was already the night dew. Y prevaricated and said that Z was about to come out. I thought that I had to let her see so that I could get to the point smoothly, but I said let's do it quickly. Seeing that she no longer objected, I pulled the chair in front of the mirror, took off my pants to my knees, sat on the chair, and asked Y to spread her legs and sit astride me. The candles were mine and the candle oil was hers. We started a candle business together. This position saved both of us effort and was very deep, but there were two disadvantages that I didn't like: my head was buried in her chest, which was too stuffy; my vision was blocked, which lacked some stimulation.

I asked her to turn around and take off her dress, leaving only her bra and crotchless stockings. I then straightened my body on the chair. Y probably thought this was more fun, so she smiled and straddled me, lowered her head to hold my candle, and poured the candle oil on it again.

Our candlesticks were clearly exposed in the middle of the mirror. The stockings accentuated the woman's legs beautifully, and my taut muscles were covered with a layer of chocolate color, giving it a sculptural beauty. I forced the young woman to appreciate the animation in the mirror with me. Perhaps because of the visual stimulation, she moved up and down more vigorously.

Although Y worked so hard, I was still far from exploding, mainly because three-tenths of my soul was in the present and seven-tenths was in the bathroom - the shower water over there had been turned off for a while, what was Z doing now? What will be her reaction when she comes out and sees this scene?

This was something I had never experienced before, and even though I was usually very smart, I couldn't help but get nervous.

I lifted my legs and moved slightly to the side so that I could see the bathroom door with the help of the reflection in the mirror, but I found that the door was ajar and not closed tightly. I clearly remembered the sound of the door being locked when Z went in.

Haha, she must be secretly watching what’s happening outside. With the help of the mirror, she can probably see us very clearly.

Then let you see enough! I easily took off Y's bra, covered each of her breasts with one hand, and pulled Y's body back until she was leaning on my chest. I also lifted up her banana with my little mouth. I couldn't go as deep as before, but it was presented in an exaggerated manner in the mirror.

Y had her chest covered by my hands, unable to move, but it was the most unbearable moment. She grabbed my thighs with both hands and entangled her lower body with me. I was afraid that I would explode, so I had to remind her softly that Z was probably watching us. After hearing this, Y sobered up a little, suddenly pulled me out of her body, ran back to the bed, hid in the quilt, and said, "Go find her quickly."

There was no time to care about anything else at this point. I pushed the bathroom door openly, with the shining weapon between my legs still standing upright and shaking. Z already knew I was coming in, so she covered her chest with a bath towel and stood in the steamy bathroom, waiting for her monarch to come and visit her. The half-covered bath towel made the naked beauty in front of me even more attractive. I walked forward with a smile, picked her up sideways, and the bath towel fell. I turned around and walked back to the bedroom, and threw her next to Y. On the big bed, one beauty was hiding under the snow-white quilt, giggling; another beauty was lying on the bed, so shy that she pulled the corner of the quilt to cover her face. ——What a seductive and vivid pornographic picture!

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Although I am an unknown person, I have my own romantic story. God is really kind to me.

Just when I was reminiscing about the ancient masters of threesomes, Y called me to "deal with" Z together. I hurried into the battle, and Z was also reluctant, letting us both fall down, and spreading her legs, pushing aside the lotus leaf. The nectar in the middle could no longer be contained, and I tried with my fingers and pulled out spider silk. I was about to go in all the way to the towering rock, but then I thought that the joy of three people should not be too ordinary, it should be complicated and varied, so I asked Y to help me separate the lotus leaves, and my giant dragon brushed against her fingertips and returned to Z's nest. In this way, the visual and tactile sensations of the three people are intertwined, and then arranged and combined, which creates a unique and wonderful feeling. Seeing such an obscene scene, my mind is about to fly away, so I quickly and carefully collect my mind, not daring to be careless, and just slowly move the dragon in and out. Z was so comfortable that she clamped her legs together, but she held Y's fingers together and rubbed against my dragon body. The little dragon brought out some white water when it went in and out, which was extremely lubricated. I slid Y's fingers off the lotus leaf, but just caught my little dragon. After several times, Y did not separate Z's flesh lotus leaf, but directly circled my root with her jade hand, closed her eyes, and daydreamed about the friction. I saw that Y was also emotional, so I straightened up a little, hugged her close, and kissed her lips. She quickly stuck out her tongue for me to taste, and her body could not help twisting. My little dragon could not split several times, so I had to let my old love suffer first and temporarily replace it with two fingers. Y twisted more violently, and I felt guilty. I couldn't bear her to be empty-nest for too long, so I directed Y to lean over and hug Z. It was a bit awkward for the two women to hug each other naked for the first time, but now the two women share a husband, and they are also particularly obedient. The two hugged each other and turned their heads away, lacking the ease of just playing. I watched from behind, two paradises, lotus flowers blooming together, and asked, should I run up and down and in and out? Y said softly, it’s up to you, and Z also said yes.

With permission, I saved myself the trouble of changing rooms and clothes. I summoned all my courage, searched everywhere, and found the answer everywhere, like a loach in a paddy field, which just comes out of the crack in the soil and then goes back into the mud hole; it is like eating a Western buffet, where I try Thousand Island sauce and then Caesar sauce.

I inserted my palm between the two women's bodies and moved up and down with great effort. The palms and backs of my hands were the warm flesh of two different women. It felt really fantastic. Xiaolong did not rest for a moment and continued to wander in the depths of the two dense forests. Although the pauses between the exchanges were short, the emotions were extremely subtle. Every withdrawal is a woman's nostalgia, and every entry is another woman's desire; use the water from another mountain to moisten the valley of another village, bring the temperature of one spring water, and accumulate the boiling point of another spring water.

I exerted my divine power, making clouds move on this slope and rain fall on that slope, and I was busy having a lot of fun.

Xiaolong seemed to be bigger and longer than usual, as if it had swelled to the extreme, and his desire had also swelled to the extreme; the woman who was overlapping under him could no longer hold him, as if she was losing strength and wanted to separate, or as if she was twisting her body to climb to some high place; two kinds of calls entangled in my ears, one after another, and I couldn't help humming. Y withdrew from the battle first, rolled to the side to catch her breath, and I had one less opponent, so I dedicated my paradise to Z, letting her learn all my skills, until she coiled me tightly and couldn't make a sound, and I didn't insist any more, and I gave all the spring rain and dew to her new land.

I turned over and lay between the two sisters, holding their heads on my chest, and looked up at the ceiling to enjoy the most peaceful moment in my life. If there was a camera on the ceiling to record this moment, what an outstanding work it would be!

Rain and wind are raging in the evening of March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to keep spring.

Tears in my eyes, I asked Huahua but she remained silent. The scattered red petals flew over the swing.