Sleeping in the Same Bed
They lay there cuddled together, neither wanting to speak, simply savoring this wonderful, tender moment in silence. For Ma Jun, his flings with Zhang Li, Cao Meng, or Li Wen were purely about satisfying his lust—maybe with a touch of respect for Zhang Li—but only with Liu Yan did he truly throw his whole heart into a woman, beyond mere craving for her body. In his mind, Liu Yan would always be that one special one.
After a long while, Liu Yan let out a contented sigh and gazed at Ma Jun tenderly. "Ma Jun, I really feel so happy. Thank you. Maybe I was too harsh on you before, but... I still can't bring myself to go all the way with you. Don't get me wrong—I just can't get past that hurdle in my heart. No matter what problems there are between me and my husband, that's no excuse for me to betray him. We're still legally married, after all. What we're doing now is already way over the line. If anyone found out, I'd be ruined as a teacher. You understand, right?"
"I get it, cousin. I won't hold it against you," Ma Jun replied. How could he feel anything but satisfied right now? Holding this sexy, enchanting beauty in his arms, listening to her murmur in his ear—it was bliss. Aside from her husband, he was the only one who got to enjoy this. If Feng Kun knew the woman he'd been obsessing over had been snatched by him first, the guy might just spit blood in rage.
"Alright, I'm gonna rinse off. You got me all sweaty earlier—feels gross." Liu Yan suddenly sat up from his embrace, slipped out of bed, and grabbed a fresh nightgown from the wardrobe nearby. She thought about grabbing underwear too but figured she was just going to sleep, so she skipped it and headed straight to the bathroom.
Ma Jun watched her leave the bedroom, then let out a long breath. He flopped back flat on Liu Yan's big bed, staring at the ceiling as a whirlwind of thoughts raced through his mind. Liu Yan had opened up to him for the first time, and yeah, it stung a little—but he got it quick. She wasn't like Zhang Li. Zhang Li had been married almost twenty years, her kid nearly in high school—no real hang-ups there. But Liu Yan had only been married a few years, still deeply attached to her husband. Unless Xu Zhipeng did something unforgivable, she'd never just fall into his arms that easily. If she did, it'd mean she was just like Li Wen—a loose, slutty woman. Ma Jun lusted hard after Li Wen's body, sure, but the thought of her cheating on her husband with Feng Kun filled him with contempt. Women like Liu Yan, with real principles, were the ones who earned a man's true respect.
Still, he'd finally made first contact with her sex organs tonight. His cockhead had only dipped in shallow, but that instant of bliss had him buzzing with anticipation for what was to come. God, the day his dick finally plunged into Liu Yan's plump, juicy pussy—what ecstasy would that be?
At the thought, Ma Jun's semi-flaccid cock surged back to life, throbbing hard. He sighed in exasperation—this thing was relentless. He'd already blown his load once, and it was raring to go again. Too bad there'd be no more fun with Liu Yan tonight. Lying there, he fiddled with his dick idly, his mind painting vivid pictures of her slick, hot pussy.
Just then, Liu Yan walked back in from the doorway, wearing a pink spaghetti-strap nightie with a cartoon bear print. The bear's ears sat right over her massive, round huge breasts, propped up so high they looked alive. Ma Jun couldn't help but marvel: only a big-titted goddess like Liu Yan could turn a cute nightie into something so goddamn sexy.
Liu Yan spotted him toying with his cock and froze, frowning in disapproval. "Ma Jun, what are you doing? You're still growing—don't keep messing with your dick like that. It stunts development. It's late; go crash on the sofa. I need to rest."
Ma Jun yanked his hand back, embarrassed, but his thick cock stayed rigid, twitching slightly. "Cousin, can I sleep here? That sofa's too short—I can't stretch out comfortably."
Liu Yan realized he had a point. Ma Jun was taller than most guys his age—even her husband was a bit shorter. The living room sofa was a squeeze. She pondered it: sharing the bed wasn't a huge deal. She'd suggested the sofa at first to keep distance—she was technically his cousin, and his mom Song Ping had entrusted her with him. Sleeping together might look improper. Plus, aside from Xu Zhipeng, she'd never shared a bed with another man. But after letting him lick her most private spot earlier... this seemed tame by comparison.
"Fine, sleep here," she said after a pause, catching the excited gleam in his eyes. She added sternly, "But you behave. No more funny business like before." Ma Jun had made her cum twice already—her legs were still wobbly. If he kept going, she'd never get any sleep. Young guys had stamina that scared her; he'd just shot his wad and was hard again.
She remembered the early days of marriage, when Xu Zhipeng could go multiple rounds a night. But that faded—shorter sessions, then crashing exhausted, leaving her frustrated and blue-balled. She'd grumbled, so when he wanted to head south for work, she hadn't fought hard. If he'd been like Ma Jun, though... maybe she wouldn't have let him go.
But she couldn't replace her husband with Ma Jun's cock. Self-delusion, sure—her boundaries had crumbled step by step. Everything but her pussy had fallen; this last stand eased her guilt and anxiety. If Xu Zhipeng learned she'd gotten intimate with a teenage boy... divorce, probably.
The thought of divorce made her mind wander. When had it started creeping in? Life after marriage wasn't the dream. Despite choosing it, regrets lingered. Her dormmates' warnings echoed: with her looks, she could've done better. Her two exes still pined for her, begging to rekindle. But Liu Yan was soft on the surface, iron-willed underneath—once done, it was done. No backtracking. She'd ignored their tears, stuck with Xu Zhipeng.
Looking back, she'd been naive, blinded by pure love over practicality. Her exes outclassed him in every way—maybe only his bold pursuit won her. She'd believed their grit would build a great life.
Now it was all shattered illusions. Back in this small county, old friends faded. City classmates partied without her—the former department flower forgotten. She avoided them; her life proved her mistake, and her pride hated pity.
Home sucked, school worse: leering male colleagues, snide women, Principal Li Jianjun's brazen ambition. Where could she go? Maybe she never should've stayed.
She'd once planned grad school to escape, but Xu Zhipeng shot it down as impractical. They fought; for family peace, she ditched it—and tossed her books at his urging. That's when resentment seeded. His southern move just watered it.
Thrilled she'd agreed, Ma Jun scooted over eagerly as she approached the bed, making space. She tossed him a blanket, lay on the other side—ten centimeters between them. The king-sized bed, nearly two meters wide, felt roomy.
He turned to ogle her: flat on her back, hands on her belly, those snow-white, full huge breasts thrusting skyward, defying gravity, perky as hell. He swallowed hard, throat dry. Those tits are killer—sexy from every angle. Wanna dive in and grope 'em raw.
"Ma Jun, quit staring! I mean it—no dirty thoughts." Liu Yan caught his burning gaze, flushed angry, yanked the blanket up over her proud peaks, blocking his view.
"Cousin, I can't sleep," he whined with a cheeky grin. No more show, and his unsatisfied hard-on throbbed uncomfortably.
"Then chat with me." She rolled sideways, eyes sparkling at him—her tits shifting closer, arms squeezing a deep, snowy cleavage. Ma Jun's focus shattered.
"Cousin, aren't you scared sleeping alone at night?" He seized a topic. He'd long worried about her solo life—especially with that shady neighbor. Huang Hongfa's beady eyes creeped him out. Sure, he'd chased the guy off once, but living next door? Danger. Needed a permanent fix.
"Scary at first, but you get used to it." Liu Yan sighed helplessly. She'd wanted to move forever—this flat lacked building comforts, the alley dark, no streetlights. Thieves prowled.
That night with the masked molester still chilled her, but after stabbing him, the creep vanished—county crimes down too. Maybe the criminal police crackdown.
"Cousin, you seem lonely here. Move in with us!" Ma Jun blurted, grinning. "You stayed before—our place is big. Room with Mom, or my room if awkward. I'll take the sofa."
"No way. I'm not family—what would that look like?" She smiled, shaking her head. She knew his game, but facing Song Ping daily, tangled with her son? Guilt overload. If Song Ping caught on...
"C'mon, we're kin—no one's judging. Mom's busy sometimes; you could help watch me. Can't let your cousin starve, right?" He pushed, dreaming of endless access—and dodging Huang Hongfa.
"I already said come for lunch. Don't push it. No means no." After thought, she held firm. Living there changed everything—she was married, and even as kin, improper.