Phony Dragon and Sham Phoenix
Thank goodness Liu Yan had no plans to have a child right now. Her husband, Xu Zhipeng, was off making his fortune down south, and who knew how long that would take. These past few years, she wanted to pour all her energy into her work at school while she still could. She'd already earned her intermediate title; next up was becoming a homeroom teacher, then pushing for senior title. Once she hit that, she'd have no regrets.
Liu Yan quickly unhooked her bra, and out bounced a pair of lively, snow-white rabbits, their red eyes wide open as if glaring at Zhang Li in challenge.
Zhang Li froze for a second, then burst out laughing. "Liu Yan, does your husband usually love groping your tits? I hear women's breasts just keep getting bigger the more you touch them—no problems there. In fact, it's when no one's touching them that issues crop up. Looks like your biggest problem is no one's giving them a proper massage. You should rub them yourself when you're alone. Oh, and has Ma Jun touched them? He's great at massages—you could have him help out."
"As if. Don't talk nonsense."
Liu Yan's expression turned a bit strange. Back when they were newlyweds, her husband had been obsessed with her breasts, fondling them endlessly before sex, even sucking on them. But over time, the interest faded. Lately, he'd just drop his pants and get straight to it—no time for that frilly stuff. As for Ma Jun, he was fascinated by every inch of her body, but she couldn't let him help. That would only fan the flames, leading to something she couldn't control.
Still, Zhang Li had a point. Regular massages were good for the breasts. Doing it herself felt awkward, though, and with her husband away... Zhang Li could help now and then, but Liu Yan didn't want to impose too much.
Zhang Li's hands glided gently over Liu Yan's pale, plump breasts, checking for lumps. But they were so massive and firm that soon her back and waist ached. She had Liu Yan lie on her bed, kicked off her shoes, and climbed on like she was riding a horse—straddling her, hands kneading the chest. The position suddenly felt way too intimate.
Ma Jun used to sit on her just like this, his big hands ravaging her huge tits while that thick, long cock of his plunged in and out of her pussy. The memory made Zhang Li's body go soft, her core tingling with itchiness, her eyes glazing over.
When Liu Yan had asked her to check before, there'd been nothing unusual. But today, with Zhang Li astride her, kneading those massive, round orbs... a strange sensation bloomed. A numbing, tingling itch spread from her nipples across her breasts, rippling up her torso. Hot currents surged downward, even thrilling her inner thighs. Her tender slit clenched involuntarily, her long, shapely legs tensing as seductive moans escaped her lips.
Ma Jun peeked through the door crack just in time for the erotic sight. His mouth went dry, eyes bulging. What the hell are Zhang Li and Liu Yan up to? Lesbian stuff? Nah, too ridiculous—lesbians hated men. And Zhang Li's passion during their romps was real; she wasn't into women. Liu Yan's icy demeanor toward guys, though... maybe she preferred women? Ma Jun strained to see if his hunch was right.
On the bed, Zhang Li gazed at the voluptuous, sexy body beneath her, envy swelling in her chest. Ten-odd years ago, right after marriage, she'd brimmed with youthful allure too—not as explosively hot as Liu Yan's figure or face, but charming in her own right. Time had eroded that, and her husband grew distant. She'd thrown herself into work.
Without Ma Jun, she'd probably be like most middle-aged wives—living like a widow. Gratitude flooded her. Even if his initial pursuit was just impulse, he'd reignited her life.
She'd been miffed about his Liu Yan obsession, watching coldly without interfering. But now? She should help him. Li Wen's arrival sparked real jealousy—if Ma Jun got Liu Yan, her loyal nature wouldn't let him drift from Zhang Li. Li Wen, though? That slut wouldn't share. Better to ally with Liu Yan against her. Smiling, Zhang Li kneaded the full, snowy tits. "Liu Yan, all this time alone... don't you ever get those urges?"
Liu Yan was melting under the touch when the question hit. Her face twisted in resentment. She knows damn well I do—why drag it out? What good was wanting it if she had to handle it solo?
Zhang Li softened her tone. "Men and women—it's all the same thing, right? No big deal if you let go. Be a bad girl for once; beats suffering like this. And Liu Yan, you need to wise up. The south's full of temptations—our small-town folks can't handle it. I had a junior high classmate whose hubby went south on a trip and came back hooked on booze, hookers, gambling, the works. They divorced."
Liu Yan's heart jolted. Zhang Li had nailed her deepest fear. Feng Kun had said similar, but she'd dismissed it as meddling. Now? She had to face it. She hated suspecting Xu Zhipeng, but people changed. Maybe he already had.
Seeing her quiet, Zhang Li sighed, slid off, and lay beside her. "I'm not saying this 'cause I've slept with Ma Jun. It's what I really think."
"Women my age with kids are trapped. Even if things go south with the husband, divorce is tough—and my reputation? Ruined. Who'd want me then? Better to hold the fort. You're different—young, no kids, options galore. Don't waste your prime."
"Zhang-jie, what should I do?"
Liu Yan looked torn. "I want him back, but he won't come. Quitting my job to chase him south? I couldn't adjust. But divorce over this? After years together? I don't know."
"You're too sentimental."
Zhang Li rolled to face her, exasperated. "Good times past don't mean good now. Feelings are fickle—men change once they've got cash. Wait here four or five years, he strikes it rich, shows up with some young beauty to dump you? You'll regret it. Or don't divorce—he plays, you play. No harm done."
Liu Yan gave a wry smile. Zhang Li wasn't wrong. In just months south, Xu Zhipeng already talked down Gu County like he'd outgrown it. A few more years? She'd be the country hick, the frumpy wife. Would he still care?
Imagining him strutting in with a hot young thing, demanding divorce... She shook it off, changed tack. Eyeing Zhang Li's rosy, glowing skin: "Enough of that. Seriously, Zhang-jie, you look way better lately—skin so fair. Some fancy import cosmetic?"
"Me, afford imports? No way."
Zhang Li beamed at the praise. "Gotta credit Ma Jun. After we do it, I feel refreshed, like I've popped a tonic. Skin improves too. Weird, huh?"
"That miraculous?"
Liu Yan blushed, skeptical. Sex boosted couples' bonds, sure—but this? Yet Zhang Li's glow was recent. If not creams, then Ma Jun's cock.
"Don't believe me? Try it yourself."
Zhang Li grinned, whispering in her ear. "His thing's longer than my husband's—and thicker. First thrust nearly blacked me out. But god, the stretch... A few pumps and I was done—flooding like a dam burst. Never felt that before. Made me think my life's been a waste."
"Zhang-jie, stop! That's filthy."
Liu Yan's ears burned crimson, face aflame. She knew Ma Jun's dick was huge—had even touched it—but hearing the user detail it? Her heart stirred, pussy itching fiercely.
"Filthy? You're no virgin. Like you've never had a cock inside."
Zhang Li chuckled, then groped Liu Yan's crotch. "Wet already? So sensitive."
"Zhang-jie, what the hell?"
Liu Yan froze, mortified, arms over her chest, thighs clamped. "Do that again and I'm mad."
"Okay, okay—no more teasing."
Zhang Li sat up, smirking. Her face had soured; she was too prim for this. "Get dressed before you catch cold."
Liu Yan scrambled into her clothes, feeling the slickness between her thighs, panties soaked. She touched it, caught Zhang Li grinning—and flushed with fury and shame. Stomping, she stormed out.