Spring, love from the fields (family incest adult novel)

One morning, under the bright glass window of the classroom, I sent a text message to a boy: Baby,

I will take you to my hometown, a small village that is peaceful and quiet, with tall chimneys and courtyards.

The flourishing apple blossoms create a light pink spring. I will wake you up at the sound of cockcrow,

I will put a simple breakfast on your bedside in the morning, and take you to my orchard to pick the crystal-clear

Wild flowers covered with dew, greeting fellow villagers holding farm tools, watching the sunset in the breeze...

He replied indifferently: Do you want to have sex again?

Oh, that's not a question, that's a blame.

I kept this as a clear dream deep in my heart.

But, lucky for me, no, we are lucky to start our pastoral journey with a couple.

I met them on QQ. The gentleman was very elegant and had a calm temperament that matched my heart.

There are not many dialogues, and they do not arouse passion, but they express a kind of expectation just right. Perhaps this kind of teasing

It is best to be close so as not to create too much of a sense of crisis. The other party's wife did not participate too much, perhaps

Because of her busy work (she is a doctor). This is exactly why I want to choose, I don't agree with having a couple

He once said to us, "Let's start a relationship."

I like this kind of game to happen on the basis of mutual recognition, without any emotional attachment (if there is any,

It is also a temporary intimacy after meeting each other). I am afraid of being hurt because I am vulnerable.

Will never forget.

I talked to the other couple about my opinion. I said I was looking forward to a trip to the countryside. I was fascinated by the coolness there.

They agreed with the beautiful night sky and the starry sky. The husband had no objection.

We were very busy during this period and neglected communication. We always felt that life was much more boring, so we thought about communication.

Change, because we need common topics, need to be excited together, need to reminisce together, and need to experience together.

On March 2, my husband and I returned to our hometown.

There are fruit trees here, but the flowers on the trees are not pink, but green fruits as big as small fists, which are very lush. us

I spent half a day cleaning the house, laying out new bedding that smelled like sunshine, and cleaning the abandoned garden.

The grass was also carefully pulled out by us.

In the afternoon, they drove to the place as scheduled. The wife smiled implicitly, and it was obvious that she was very interested in the place.

The environment is very satisfactory because it is quiet.

Without the initial panic, we happily drank tea in the yard and listened to the occasional chirping of birds.

The gentlemen were talking about the Taiwan issue and the weather. The wife and I were eating fruit and not talking much.

They would smile at each other from time to time.

The sexual feeling has long faded.

I made a simple dinner. Fortunately, everyone has similar tastes. Although the food in the countryside is simple, it is also delicious.

It has a unique flavor and everyone enjoys it very much.

The arrival of night in the countryside is slow and gentle. We all looked up at the sky, reminiscing about our distant childhood.

Then, the stars gradually became clearer, and the air began to feel cool and moist from the fields. We are

Looking at each other under the starlight, it is a beautiful distance without light.

At about eleven o'clock, the air had become very cool, so we went back to the house.

The rooms in my hometown all have some northern characteristics. A traditional kang in the room interprets tradition and the past.

The red cabinet was placed on the kang, close to the wall. The kang occupies more than one-third of the room. Clean sheets,

Dim lights. We didn't say anything. We all got on the kang together, put on the white pajamas we brought with us, and

They opened the clean towel blanket and pulled it over themselves. It was a very warm scene. The towel blanket wasn't big enough, so,

We all have physical contact, mainly with our legs. Still very warm.

Finally, the other man suddenly hugged me. In panic, I looked at my husband and saw that he was

Of course he was smiling. I closed my eyes, and I knew that the next step would be my husband hugging the other's wife.

...I feel like closing my eyes is a kind of blind impulse and happiness.

Everything started, as usual, my voice may be telling everyone that I am happy at this moment,

But my eyes told me that I was escaping. Even though it's the second time, I'm still myself, stubborn

One's own monopoly on emotions.

All these actions show that human beings are increasingly seeking excitement and pleasure. I and everyone else are enjoying it.

Enjoy great sex in different positions and postures. However, I refuse to have any physical contact with the other party's wife.

I even kept my eyes closed during the whole process. Fortunately, everyone thought I was just

It's good to share the enjoyment.

We were relaxed because of the quietness and emptiness of the countryside. We were all very liberated, both physically and vocally. entire

The air is filled with the sweet smell of love...

The other husband's arms were very strong, so the hug filled my entire chest and I felt very comfortable. I like

Enjoy hugging and even having sex.

The other husband’s stubble was very fresh, and there was a kind of sharp pain imprinted on his face and body, which I liked very much.

Because of the cool weather, his body was smooth and delicate, and the mutual friction made this comfort infinitely expanded.

I didn't pay much attention to my husband's actions. Even though they were right next to me, I still closed my eyes and focused.

Feel what I need to feel.

The other man's wife's breathing was very faint, but it was filled with a faint sweetness and a hint of tenderness, and perhaps also fatigue.

It's a very feminine voice anyway.

We switched a few times, but I think that was purely the men's will. They might just

With just one look, our sexual objects will change… This passivity is helpless and sad.

I am afraid that some gentlemen with gentlemanly manners keep saying that the only prerequisite for exchange is that the wife is satisfied.

Out of pity and sympathy for my wife, haha, my wife really has too few choices...

My long hair swayed thickly; my nipples began to turn a fresh pink; my hands

Arms, began to learn to entangle...

Maybe it was almost dawn. At any rate, the light coming through from behind the curtains told us that it was already late. At

Yes, we went to bed. I still lie in my husband's arms and start to sleep. This is my right, and I will not

Transfer, any time.

When we woke up, it was already past eleven in the morning, and everyone felt a little uncomfortable in the bright light. Wear soon

Put on your clothes, wash up, and look at the spots of light pouring down from the shade of the trees in the yard...

We drove to a restaurant in town for breakfast and lunch, which was quite clean.

During the meal, the other person's husband carefully brushed a strand of my hair and stroked my head a few times.

Down. I looked up and smiled back.

In fact, I am also afraid of being pampered easily, because then I will confuse the distance between the game and reality.

After dinner, the man's wife received a call saying she had an important surgery, so we said goodbye and went our separate ways.

Hug, kiss, shake hands, see their car drive out of sight... there are noisy cicadas in my ears

Voice.

I returned to my old home, cleaned and tidied, and thought to myself that everything was the simplest in the countryside.

Feel. After a night of loving each other, their bodies and minds were wandering around, and all their movements were mechanical.

move.

We returned around six in the afternoon, and when I looked back at the yard of my old home, I was still excited and fulfilled.

What I got in exchange was far shallower than I had dreamed of, but the result was fulfilling and exciting.

Made love. Although, in the yard full of fruit trees, in the sound of chickens and birds, in the simple meals, I

We felt the passion,...

For the first time, I was somewhat optimistic about the outcome of the exchange. I felt that the persistence of the heart and the little bit of insoluble

The romance of the opening and the passion of the exchange keep lingering outside the heart...

Record this experience truthfully as a footnote and a memory. I hope every friend who is reading now,

You can also encounter an ordinary and sincere love.

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Thank you~