It was a sunny afternoon, and Zheng Huirong drove her red Gamay as she raced west along Highway One. After leaving the city, the traffic became smoother and smoother, and soon entered the scenic mountains. Huirong gripped the steering wheel tightly, looking serene and focused. Beside her sat a man, the same look, peaceful and focused. Outside the window of the car, the dense forest flew backward, and the lofty mountains were close at hand. After another ten minutes, the car turned off the main road and rolled into a narrow country dirt road. Gravel bounced happily under the wheels, and on either side of the road were fresh green trees with sunlight shining through the lush foliage and nameless wildflowers. Occasionally a gap in the trees allowed rolling gullies to flash past the car window.
Zheng Huirong is a Beijinger, moderate stature, not fat, not thin, a head of black and silky hair, set off by a fair and round face, looks only the early thirties. Huirong is a graduate of the Petroleum Institute, married very early, her ex-husband was in the same class. Ten years ago they both skilled immigrants, the husband in the University of Calgary as a postdoctoral, or petrochemical professional, his wife changed to study accounting. Their luck was not good, although their majors were good, but no one found a job. One year, two years, three years, life was poor and boring, and there was no hope in sight. Huirong experienced doubt, disappointment, and then despair. She sometimes thought that it was not too late to end the marriage while she was young and childless, but it was difficult to talk about it. Huirong’s husband is a good man, smart, hard-working, and not a bit bad to his wife, but he lacks luck in finding a job. Their situation is not uncommon among new immigrants, especially skilled immigrants. When Huirong thought about it, she realized that life might be like this, nothing can be changed, and nothing can be changed. So she stopped fantasizing about anything, and couldn’t even bear to do so, until she met a white welder, her second husband.
At that time, Mr. and Mrs. Huirong, along with several other Chinese families, shared a cheap, independent house by the school. The house was in a state of disrepair, and on a cold winter morning, a pipe burst. Huirong hurriedly called the landlord. The landlord, whose entire family was on vacation in Vancouver, called back and told the tenant to find someone to fix the problem and leave an invoice for reimbursement. Huirong checked the yellow pages and found a Chinese plumber. The plumber took a look and called for a helper, a young white welder, and the two of them handled the problem together, leaving two business cards behind. Originally, this matter was over and done with. Unexpectedly, after a few days, everyone felt that the water flow was not too smooth. Huirong called the welder directly, and the welder came soon after. On this day, there is no one else in the house, everyone went to school, Huirong has nothing to do, one side to watch the welder work, one side and he chatted a few words. It turned out that the welder was from Ontario, and could not find a job in his hometown, so he had to come to Alberta to try his luck. Luck is good, just in time for the soaring oil prices, in the north of the mine to do contract labor, welding pipeline and so on, a year steady to get a hundred thousand or so, or do a month off a month, the airfare is fully reimbursed. This month off, the welder will live in Calgary, by the way, some private work.
Zheng Huirong listened to the envy, if I had known that why read so many books, it would be better to let her husband go to the community college to learn a trade, but also thought, her husband is a noble person, will certainly feel that this is a self-defeating price. The work was done, the money was paid, the water was tested, and this time there was really no problem. Standing by the door, Huirong looked at the tall and robust foreign guy, who also stared at the gentle and lovely Oriental young woman. Both of them felt that there was something they hadn’t said yet, but neither of them could think of what exactly to say. The welder took the money out again and made sure to give it back to Huirong. Huirong did not accept, the two pushed for a while, but the money was still stuffed into the hands of Huirong. The simple young man held the young woman’s hand tightly, long unwilling to let go. Huirong’s face turned red, but she didn’t pull her hand back. Finally, the young man said he lives not too far away, let Huirong must call when free, he will come to pick up, go to the home to sit, taste his hometown maple syrup.
Huirong’s life was so boring that in less than a week, she couldn’t resist dialing that number. The welder soon picked her up in his pickup truck. Huirong wore light makeup, a white wool sweater, a black tweed skirt, flesh-colored stockings and semi-high-heeled shoes, fresh and elegant. The welder came from a German village in northern Ontario, without much insight, and his lower body rose at once. In Canada, there are some conventions for men and women to interact with each other, for example, a man and a woman go out alone, indicating a willingness to develop an intimate relationship, and should be asked to be alone in the house, picking out is to agree to go to bed and have sex. This has nothing to do with being married or unmarried, it applies as long as the man and woman are alone and functioning normally. Huirong has been abroad for a few years, more or less know some of the customs and traditions of the people, on this kind of thing half pass. A cup of maple sugar water is finished, and what should be talked about is finished, the outside is freezing, but the room is as warm as spring. The young welder’s breathing is getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes seem to be on fire. Huirong stood up, the welder also stood up. They suddenly embraced together, kissing, caressing, and then the welder picked the young woman up by the waist and threw her on the bed, both of their clothes, one by one, threw down. The welder was single, but had no shortage of experience in bed. Hui Rong married for many years, it is even more needless to say. The two were as hungry as thirsty, madly making love, rolling from the bed to the floor, and from the floor to the sofa. Huirong finally personally experienced, foreigners that thick firm and lasting, really is the name of the game. Welder on one side enjoying other people’s wives, on the other side of the mind: this woman’s skin is so delicate, vagina and warm and tight, to be able to take for himself would be even better.
Hui Rong came home late, fatigue and contentment written all over her face.
A month later, Hye Ryong got divorced, and another month later, Hye Ryong remarried, to a white welder. There are good people in every ethnic group, and that welder was one of the good people among the whites. When she registered, she realized that her new husband was three years younger than her. Foreigners don’t care so much, as long as they can get along. Huirong and the welder got along just fine. After their marriage, the welder worked hard to earn money one month and went home to make love the next. Huirong didn’t look for a job, didn’t go to school, and settled down to be a full-time wife. When her husband is not there, she is relaxed, and when her husband comes back, she serves him well, especially in bed. They took out a loan to buy a house, a four-bedroom, three-bath, two-story detached house in the best school district. The school district was something Huirong insisted on; the welder didn’t think it mattered. Less than a year after they bought the house, along came a son, and in another year, a daughter. Huirong offered to help her parents immigrate so that she could help with the children, and the honest welder agreed. Huirong’s face became more and more rosy, and her figure became more and more plump. She felt happy from the bottom of her heart because she had gotten what she deserved.
Life is like that, when you’ve climbed to the top, it’s time to go downhill. The oil boom that had lasted for years passed, the price of oil began to fall wildly, and the situation in Alberta was getting worse by the day. Huirong waited on tenterhooks, and finally one day, the welder returned home in less than half a month, and he was fired. Life goes on, with a mortgage to pay and a family to feed. The welder struggled to get odd jobs, but how could it be that easy? Not one or two, not ten or twenty, but hundreds of welders have been laid off in Calgary! The welder’s husband’s suggestion to move to a smaller, cheaper house in a poorer school district to save a lot of money is vehemently rejected by Huirong. Huirong is no longer the little woman she once was; she is a mother of two and must be strong. Huirong carefully weighed the pros and cons of changing majors and going back to school, it’s not worth it, to do a low starting point and quick results. She soon took the broker’s license, joined the hot air balloon real estate company, did the real estate agent. Not to mention the amount of money earned, this business can at least offset a lot of taxes.
Huirong had a tough time doing it, the threshold of this business is low, the competition is fierce, you will come across anything, and she doesn’t have any connections. When Chinese people do business, they basically stay within the circle of their own people and do business with their own people. When Huirong first retired her PhD husband and married a white welder instead, it was a big deal, and the male country shifters have been holding a grudge. Later, she showed her beautiful mixed-race baby on the Internet, which caused a lot of envy and jealousy among the immigrant mothers. With all the male and female migrants offended, what business is there to do? What’s more, many people still look at her jokes, saying that China’s economy is the second largest in the world, the Chinese people have risen up, what’s wrong with the country’s men, have to marry outside, is not because of the white man’s big and good job? Now it’s all right. How can a big and good-looking man be a meal? The Chinese have always been the meanest to their own people, but what they say is true, and it’s not true that good looks don’t make a meal. Since Huirong’s husband lost his job, there has been less and less laughter in the house. Long-term anxiety, depression and helplessness, deprived of the last bit of happiness between them, that is, physical enjoyment. Chinese or foreigners, are not superman, good health and good spirit, do that thing strong enough, the spirit is gone, what is thick and firm and long-lasting are also gone.
Old Wu is the only middle-aged male national shift who understands, appreciates and is willing to help Huirong. (Wu Fanfan)
After a bumpy ride, the car took another turn, and after passing through the mountain gate, there was actually an unassuming resort in front of it. The Japanese-style villa is situated on the mountain, backed by a steep cliff and facing the emerald green lake. The weather was just right and the mountains were quiet. There was no wind, but the flowers in the flower beds were swaying, fiery red, pale pink, golden yellow, and dark green and light purple.
The car slowed to a stop.
Hui Rong pulled out the key and pulled the handbrake.
“We’re here, get off.” Hui Rong said in a low voice. This man beside her, named Wu Feifan, known as Old Wu, was in his forties, and was considered somewhat famous within the Chinese in Calgary.
Wu Feifan turned out to be very ordinary, old Beijing, forestry college graduate students. His first love is a foreigner, the same class, know the roots, the two were married as soon as they graduated. Wu stayed in school as a lecturer, his wife went to a foreign company as a white-collar. At that time the forestry college welfare is good, actually divided into a set of one-bedroom as a wedding room, and then they bought a symbolic payment. Originally a good life, Wu just feel uninspired, have to take the TOEFL to go abroad, and then left his wife, a person ran to Edmonton to read forestry management. Wu is not a person who sees the difference, he settled himself, began to apply for his wife to visit her family, and at the same time was encouraged by other Chinese students, hand for the whole family to apply for skilled immigration. Unexpectedly, half a year later, Mrs. Wu rushed to the embassy, the visa officer did not say anything, immigrant tendency, refused the visa!
The two families now panicked, did not expect to take a huge stink of bad moves. Wu prepared a stack of defense materials, but also asked the local legislator to write a letter, registered mail back to Beijing, ready to try again. Mrs. Wu worked in the old China World Trade Center, downstairs, there is a visa immigration agency, it is said that the reputation is very good, done before charging money. Small women have no idea, take advantage of the lunch hour to hold the material downstairs, please people put off. The receptionist flipped through it, her face sank, and she asked the manager on duty to come out. The manager is not very old, only twenty eighty-nine, but very old. He turned over, his face also sank, said the case can not be so handed over, if you can trust, leave the material, allow him to carefully study the evening. Small women have no idea, left the material, anyway, can not do not collect money. Small manager is very efficient, the next day at noon called Mrs. Wu down, patiently explaining that there must be a different way of thinking: first of all, we must admit that we really want to immigrate, but the immigration case may be delayed for a long time, affecting the relationship between husband and wife, so I implore the Visa Officer, out of humanitarianism, the first to issue a family visit visa.
Mrs. Wu rushed back, let her husband re-prepared materials, handed over to the small manager to review, modify and supplement, and then review, and then modify and supplement. One by one, the two became familiar with each other and developed a sense of intimacy with each other. Despite their best efforts, the visa was refused. Mrs. Wu left early that day, and the small manager personally ran in the evening and sent the refusal letter and returned materials to her home. Mrs. Wu cried on the spot. The manager stayed and comforted her for a long time. The small manager is a single returnee, studied business administration in the United States, could not find a job, so he came back as a northern drift. He now speaks, said a lot of simple and easy to understand the reasoning, sentence by sentence to the heart of the little woman. In fact, there is no point in going abroad, language barriers, racial discrimination, not to mention, first of all, you have lost your roots, the domestic network of all broken, everything from scratch, which is not so easy? Domestic development is fast, there are many opportunities, outside the people actually want to come back, just can not face, come back may not have a good position. Then it got dark and rained heavily, the TV told people not to go out, and people drowned under the overpass. Mrs. Wu had to stay small manager overnight, a bed and a sofa. The wind stopped, the rain stopped, the lonely man and woman suffered. The little woman finally opened her mouth first: the sofa is cold, come to the bed. Late at night, the bed creaked and shook half the night, they can no longer leave each other.
Waiting and waiting, Xiao Wu waited for a letter of repudiation. A month later, he returned to Beijing. Three people sat together and showed their cards, the little woman asked for a clean break, remarried to the small manager. Things are different, I did not expect such an ending. Xiao Wu asked the lowered head of the love rival, is it sincere or play. The small manager raised his head, looked straight at the angry Wu, raised his right hand and swore to heaven that the sea will never change his heart. A man whose condition is not bad, willing to marry a divorced woman, if it is not brain-dead, then it must be sincere. Xiao Wu let out a long sigh: okay, I will fulfill you. He waved his hand, said to the first love, we do not do husband and wife, change to be brother and sister, you two northern drift is not easy, this house I do not want to give you, is to my sister’s dowry.
From this moment on, Wu Fanfan became extraordinary.
Fate really plays tricks on people. Shortly after Xiao Wu returned to Edmonton, the immigration paper came down. He was unattached, completely thought out, dropped out of school, moved to Calgary, and became a real estate agent. What’s the use of reading, read the wife are gone, make money is the hard way. Wu went to sea early, when the mainland Chinese do not do more brokers, and catch the oil fever, a large number of Chinese people looking for work to move into Calgary, the first thing is to buy a house, buy a big house, buy a school district room. Good people have good karma, a few years down the road, he earned the first bucket of gold. Chinese people like to flock together, see the high prices of housing, Chinese brokers, buy and sell houses, loan issuance, such as the spring, the competition began to fierce. By this time, Little Wu had become Old Wu. He took the time to go back to Beijing to visit his parents, look for business opportunities, and visit his ex-wife’s family. The young couple seems to be doing well, and their son can write. Old Wu and his ex-wife’s step-husband have very similar tastes, otherwise they wouldn’t be looking at the same woman. When his ex-wife’s step-husband, no, I should call him brother-in-law, mentioned that there were more and more investment immigrants, Lao Wu’s ears immediately perked up. They talked very well, decided to join forces, specifically, is to do business to the visa immigration agency, to those who are rich people to do lectures, talk about Calgary’s climate, talk about tax law, talk about investment, more importantly, talk about the public school private school district housing. In this way, potential customers, but also in the country on the old Wu intercepted.
It’s hard not to make money when business is like this.
After a few more years, Canada tightened the investment immigration, the old Wu in time to stop, shifted into a relocation company, dental insurance drug insurance pension. This relocation company is different from the moving company, it is responsible for government departments and large companies to hire new people, as well as the department of the overall relocation of everything involved, including, of course, the sale of real estate. In the first few years, large and small companies have moved into Calgary, business is naturally very good, and in the past two years, large and small companies have begun to move back to the United States, business is still very good. Everyone said that Wu was really happy in the shopping mall. In fact, he is also very pleased with the love field, just frustrated, not willing to get married again. A few years ago, the old Wu and white chick cohabited, although less than half a year, but also for the country’s honor. The girl lived in the urban and rural areas, out in the winter flat tire, Lao Wu happened to pass by, stopped the car to help change the spare tire. The village girl nature is simple, from time to time to send some of their own fruits and vegetables, one to two on the eye. Old Wu did not give the country to lose face, the first hand-to-hand persisted for more than twenty minutes. Compared to the country girl, white girl less pretentious, more bold, oral sex, breast sex, anal sex, is a job on the take, but life is not just do that job, there are many other things. After the freshness of the past, both feel that something is missing, the man is not willing to marry the woman is not willing to marry, and then split.
It was only last spring that Old Wu got to know Zheng Huirong. On that day, the real estate sector of the country in the park barbecue, Huirong also attended, standing alone there, no one went up to talk to. Wu still remembers very clearly, Huirong surrounded by a gorgeous silk scarf, behind the cherry blossoms in full bloom, a plain knee-length trench coat, revealing long and well-proportioned legs, tightly wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, under the feet of the black medium-heeled leather shoes. Old Wu can see that this woman’s surface is quiet and calm, in fact, the inner restlessness, and his ex-wife has a few similarities. He walked over and said hello, and the woman was grateful as if she had been granted amnesty. They exchanged a few pleasantries, and then the more they chatted, the more they hit it off. Originally, the root of the Imperial City grew up under, and in the eight colleges have studied. Later, Wu and Hui Rong often call, also met a few times. In Wu’s opinion, this woman is very flavorful, as for the divorce, in fact, nothing. He introduced Huirong to a few businesses, but they weren’t very lucrative, apartments, semi-detached houses, townhouses and so on, but the woman was very grateful. Huirong wants to return to the Chinese community, and Wu is a good way to do that.
Although Lao Wu and Huirong have a mutual love for each other, until a week ago, they didn’t interact much and there was nothing particularly ambiguous about them. (Huirong and Lao Wu)
Zheng Huirong carried her bag and walked unhurriedly in front of her, through the winding stone path, gradually approaching the water’s edge. The sound of gurgling water, and some steam, mixed with the breeze, slowly came through the dappled trees along the roadside. The sunlight poured down, and the surroundings were quiet, with only wildflowers blooming and a few butterflies dancing. The mountains are cool, Huirong is still the same plain windbreaker, long and well-proportioned legs, flesh-colored stockings, black middle-heeled shoes, just missing that gorgeous silk scarf. Old Wu stared at the shapely figure in front of him, and couldn’t help but sigh, “Huirong, a good time, you’ve arranged it so well. I’ve lived in Calgary for so many years, I didn’t even know there was a place like this.” “This is a Japanese-style hot spring run by the Koreans, it only opened not long ago, not much advertising was done, and I only learned about it by chance.” Hye Ryung didn’t stop, just explained as she walked.
Hui Rong walked into the lobby of the small building and said to the receptionist, “My name is Zheng, and I’ve booked the chalet for one night. We don’t need any services, please don’t disturb me and this gentleman.” Old Wu didn’t expect Huirong to be so straightforward and couldn’t help but sigh in his heart: this woman is really something. They took the door plate and walked through the small building, behind which was a courtyard with a water pond on one side in the center, and a curved stone bridge leading to the opposite bank, which was close to the hillside, with a few wooden houses dotted sporadically. Yini approached the past, Hui Rong stopped in front of a hut, pushed open the thick wooden door. The two entered the room, Huirong put down her bag, took off her windbreaker without a word, and stood quietly by the window. Old Wu looked around, the room is small but clean and elegant, there is no bed, the floor is spread on the mat, there is bedding on it. Then look out, the mountains, outside the window, a soup pond, spring water from nowhere to introduce, bubbling with hot air. As Old Wu was looking on, Hui Rong spoke up and said, “This hot spring contains a little bit of sulfur, and the temperature is just right.” Old Wu took his eyes back to Hui Rong, only to realize that the woman was in a floral dress with a hemline less than the knee, and a white silk petticoat, which was vaguely visible.
Without a word, Lao Wu viewed it, from top to bottom and back again.
Hui Rong couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Your eyes look like a high school boy seeing a newly assigned female teacher.”
Old Wu smiled back and walked over, gently wrapping his arms around the woman. Hui Rong just sidestepped, but had no intention of avoiding it. Both adults, without too many words, they hugged each other first, and then started kissing, the shallow kind. Old Wu’s hand fumbled around the woman’s back, finally finding the zipper of her skirt. Huirong didn’t refuse, let alone resist. Old Wu’s hand, skillfully pulled downward, bit by bit, that process seemed like a long, long time, but even the longest process has an end, the skirt was faded to the waist, revealing the white lace trimmed bra. Not waiting for Lao Wu to do it, the bra was automatically unlocked and fell to the ground. A pair of plump breasts jumped out, the areola was not too deep and not too shallow, just right, while the tiny nipples stood tall. Lao Wu continued to take off the dress, and the woman’s body was finally on full display, leaving only a tiny pair of panties, also trimmed in white lace. Old Wu fell to his knees, kissing the woman’s belly on one side as he moved to pull back that last line of defense. Huirong quietly leaned against the window frame and stroked the man’s hair as if she were a mother caressing a baby.
Finally, the white lace trimmed panties fell to her ankles and Huirong’s last line of defense was torn open.
In front of Lao Wu’s eyes was a mature and tantalizing body: a pair of slender and firm thighs, tightly closed together out of shyness, a dark mound that rose like a hill, and a few soft pubic hairs curled up as if they were also ashamed to be peeped at by outsiders. Old Wu stretched out his palm and tried to insert it between the woman’s legs. Huirong was so smart that she immediately understood what the man meant and obediently parted her legs slightly. Old Wu tenderly rubbed the thin stockings, carefully experiencing the delicate and vivid. One night more than ten years ago, graduate student Wu wrapped his arms around his first love and walked into the grove behind the campus. That dark and secretive woods, how many young people first tasted the body of the opposite sex, may be satisfied, perhaps swallowed the bitter fruit. They leaned close to a large tree and kissed fiercely and passionately. Wu tried to untie the shirt of his first love, but was stopped by the first love, only to turn to attack the lower body, probed into the girl’s skirt, gently caressing the stockings under the thigh. This time the girl did not resist, she enjoyed her lover’s caress. Youth ah, you are how beautiful, and how short!
There was a spring rain here just two days ago. The harsh winter is over, the sky is so high and far away, and the fresh air, cleansing the soul and catalyzing the libido.
Lao Wu carefully took off the stockings for Huirong, rolled them up to her ankles a little bit, faded them down, and tossed them aside, first the left leg, then the right leg. His lips slowly approached the woman’s lower body, kissing the full pussy lips, gently licking and delicately sucking. Huirong’s heart was trembling, her breasts were swollen, her body was soft, and her breathing was rapid. A week ago, she had a brief skin-to-skin contact with Lao Wu, but this time it felt completely different. If she used one word to describe it, the last time was simply raw, while now it was watery. A long time ago, Huirong’s first marriage was in a humble silo. The new room was cramped and stuffy, but full of passion and love. When the last of the guests finally left, Huirong and her ex-husband couldn’t wait to fall onto the bed, clumsily tugging at each other’s clothes. The first night was long and short, and nothing was a secret anymore as they listened to each other’s moans and felt each other’s shivers. At that time, Huirong had nothing, all she had was a vision of the future, but marriage can’t stay on a vision forever. That derailment at the welder’s house changed Huirong’s life and her thinking. Chastity and shame, compared to the livelihood of a family, can be said to be worthless. What’s wrong with the man at her feet now, who is able to help Huirong through her difficulties, who has more wealth than the poor PhD’s and is less vile than the professional businessmen?
“Get up, kneel for a long time, be careful of numb legs.” Hui Rong’s lower body, gradually got wet.
Lao Wu slowly stood up, and the two embraced again, their lips half-open, their two tongues entwined, gulping and stirring. Huirong was no longer bound, her plump carcass, mature and full, and the faint body odor, a burst of incentive for men.
“High school students are sexually aggressive and now they’re going to stick it to the female teacher. Turn your back, hold onto the window frame, spread your legs and pucker your ass, no tricks this time!” Old Wu really couldn’t help himself, his prick was hard, he didn’t care about the wording, he leaned over to Huirong’s ear and ordered in a low voice.
“Since we’re here, it’s better to soak in the hot springs first.” Hui Rong gently pushed Old Wu away, turned around, and pushed open the back door. Her voice was gentle but also determined. Old Wu could only watch as the woman curled out and slowly descended into the warm spring water.
When Lao Wu stripped himself naked, Hui Rong was already soaking in the bath. Her head was resting on her arms, crouching on the edge of the pool, her dark hair tossed to the side, her bare spine convex and curvy, and her white, plump hindquarters, floating high above the water.
How wonderful.
Lao Wu’s thoughts drifted back to a week ago. (Huirong and Lao Wu’s yesterday)
Zheng Huirong stood on the steps in front of Old Wu’s door and rang the doorbell. The mansion was not far from the city, backed by a creek, behind which the forest was lush and the mountains were clearly visible in the distance. Huirong’s heart was a little apprehensive, but fortunately, the door to the room opened quickly, and Old Wu politely let her in. Huirong took off her shoes and was led through the porch to the living room. She sat down on the long leather sofa and took a quick look around. The living room was naturally lavishly decorated, with wide windows that were west-facing and fell straight to the floor, allowing the evening sun to drape in unobstructed. Looking outside again, the setting sun was already coloring the mountains an ochre yellow.
Old Wu brewed two cups of tea, placed them on the coffee table, and sat down as well, separated by about a person’s spacing. He looked at the woman for a moment and spoke, “Huirong, say it, what is it, I will definitely help you if I can.”
“You can help.” Hui Rong picked up her teacup, looked at the rising water, and said carefully, “That oil refining company in the north of the city is moving its technology center back to the U.S. I’ve heard that it’s given more than forty slots to go over there.”
“Don’t use you, just say you.” Old Wu smiled and encouraged Huirong, “What else have you heard?”
“I’ve also heard that all forty of these homes are going to be sold, with your company in charge.” Huirong said with her head down.
“Yes, let me finish for you, these forty or so houses are all in a good school district and are being sold by the real estate company I commissioned.” Old Wu interrupted Huirong, “You came to me today because you want me to assign you a few houses, right?”
Hui Rong gazed at the teacup and nodded without speaking.
The sun was setting and the west-facing room was still well lit.
“I can’t help you with this matter.” Old Wu looked sincere, “These are things that the company traditionally entrusts to a few gold medal brokers. Huirong, I know you work very seriously, but you’ve joined the industry too late after all. Besides, the commission for this batch of houses is very high, six percent, many people have come to me, everyone is staring.”
“But there are always workarounds, gold medal brokers also start out as novices, right?” Hui Rong put down her teacup, raised her head, and looked at Old Wu expectantly, “I don’t want more, just three blocks, look, can you accommodate me?”
Old Wu didn’t answer.
Hui Rong moved forward a bit, closer to Old Wu, and continued, “Although I have not been in the industry for long, I know the rules, and the points that should be returned to you will not be less.”
Hui Rong reached out her right hand and rested it on the back of the man’s hand, gently stroking it. Right now, she needed to show some ambiguity without being looked down upon by the man. More than an hour ago, Hui Rong called Lao Wu to make an appointment to talk about a possible collaboration. Lao Wu pushed back a bit, saying that he was busy tomorrow and the day after, and that an appointment would have to be tonight, at home. Huirong agreed after some consideration. Before going out, she deliberately put on a little light makeup, changed into a black dress, also with black stockings. A black color made this mother, who had given birth twice, look a little slimmer.
“I don’t want your rebate.” Old Wu shook his head, “Most of the people who buy houses come with brokers, and when it’s done you have to give half to the other party’s broker first. If I cut you again, you calculate how much is left.”
After Old Wu finished speaking, he stopped talking and just quietly watched Hui Rong. He admired the woman’s dress and stockings, and wondered in his mind if the stockings were pantyhose, and if they were pantyhose, would it be troublesome to take them off. Old Wu couldn’t say why he thought so. As a matter of fact, this woman was not young, and she was not particularly beautiful, but Old Wu just felt that she had flavor and wanted to get his hands on her, and he believed that since this woman was willing to come here, she must have already figured things out.
The two sat quietly, waiting for something to happen.
The sun was going down, and the last remaining rays of the setting sun shone obliquely on them.
Hui Rong has long been not a pure little woman, the industry’s various unspoken rules, she understands very well, how to grasp their own, just the right response, but also have some experience. When Lao Wu proposed to talk at home instead of going to the office, she immediately understood the meaning. Huirong had long since seen that this man had a good feeling about himself. When a man has a crush on a woman, he will definitely have intentions, and sooner or later, he will say it, and sooner or later, he will do it. The thing between men and women, think about it really is nothing too much. Hui Rong is just not willing to sell herself cheaply, especially not willing to sell herself cheaply at once.
“I need money, I haven’t opened since Christmas, and I’ll give anything to make a business.” Wisdom hung her head and whispered the bottom line, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.
“You are so sincere, it’s meaningless for me to push again, we are old folks, I’ll make an exception for you.” Old Wu smiled, raised his palm, forked his five fingers, made a quick look, “I’ll give you five houses, double garage, three bathrooms, four bedrooms, backyard swimming pool, away from high voltage lines, get it done and you can offer a million dollars.”
Hui Rong did not show excitement or moved, just fiddled with the tea cup in her hand and nodded silently. What should have been said has been said, Lao Wu more or less a little disappointed, raised out of the hand withdrew, awkwardly pick up the tea cup. Hui Rong really didn’t have much to do besides nodding. She knew what was going to happen next, and her mood became messy. Many people in China think that a divorced woman who marries outside the country must be very westernized, but in fact, Huirong has only experienced two men so far, and both of them were her legal husbands successively.
It was starting to get dark and the room was quiet. Both men sipped their tea in silence, both rippling inside.
The night of early spring was the time when lust was in full swing, and Lao Wu finally began to make his move. He moved his body and leaned close to Huirong. A big hand, tentatively resting on the woman’s knee, no reaction. Old Wu’s courage grew, probed into the hem of the black dress, gently, slowly rubbing, first the plump thighs, and then up, eek, the stockings are really pantyhose. Although there is no caress to the woman’s skin, but savor up, through the thin stockings, more tempting than direct physical contact. Old Wu had seen a lot of women, including white women. He clearly perceived that the muscles on Huirong’s thighs were a bit stiff. This woman was nervous, well, she must be hesitating whether to surrender immediately or to be reserved for a while longer.
Hui Rong didn’t dodge at Old Wu’s flirtation. She walked into this room and knew that this was how things would be. Many years ago, Huirong walked into the welder’s room and logically had a physical relationship with that man. Today, she had been a mother for a long time and was no longer that half-baked little woman for whom the affairs of men and women were not a source of shame, much less harm. Many people in this world were trading, why couldn’t Zheng Huirong? She was just an ordinary person, no more noble or reserved than anyone else. She just hoped that she wouldn’t make men feel too easy, if that was the case, men wouldn’t cherish it.
“Enough, I don’t want to do it now.” Hui Rong put down her tea cup, and through her skirt, she pressed the man’s hand and whispered, “You get the contract ready tomorrow, I’ll come to your office to sign it, and then beyond that, you wait for me to make the arrangements.”
How could it be? Old Wu froze for a moment, seemed to understand something, reluctantly drew back his hand, and tentatively asked, “What’s going on back there, can you really arrange it?”
“I’ve been married twice, there are some things that I’m sure I can arrange better than other women.” Hui Rong stood up and pulled the hem of her dress, “Now I have to go, my husband and children are still waiting for me to go back to prepare dinner.”
Although twilight is hazy, the ambiguity between men and women is more elusive than twilight. (Huirong and Lao Wu’s now)
The bath is open-air, built on a gentle slope and shielded by shrubs. The terrain here is slightly elevated, the view is flat and far-reaching, with rolling hills and gullies in the distance, cicadas clamoring in the forest and birds chirping in the mountains in the near distance.
Old Wu stood up his hard prick, step by step toward the bath. The bushes were thick, separating the pool from the outside, but they couldn’t stop the breeze from ruffling the pine waves and the melodious birdsong. Huirong ambled sideways to the edge of the pool, using the afterglow to survey the man’s naked body. Old Wu is in his prime, life is not much pressure, and people want to be happy, so the body looks pretty good. Huirong’s heart rippled, this man is really not bad, otherwise white girls would not live with him. When I think of the welder can be much stronger than him, but then the belly up, the head is slowly bald, the spirit of the past two years is even more disillusioned, alas, a person’s life is really not good to say.
Lao Wu slowly walked down to the pool and lowered his body so that the warm spring water did not pass over his forehead. He stood behind Huirong and stretched his arms around her, holding her breasts with both hands, gently pressing them down and gently bouncing them up, as if he was playing with white soft jade, the delicate feeling was truly endearing. This woman is already in the bag, and will soon be possessed and enjoyed. Lao Wu’s heart was happy, and his body was also happy. He withdrew his hands, placed on the woman’s smooth body, starting from the shoulders and neck, to the back, and then down, skillfully kneaded up. The pool water was warm and had a faint sulfuric odor. Hui Rong soaked her body and soothed her lungs. The man’s big hands clasped the tips of the two buttocks and was gently flipping them to the sides. Hui Rong’s heart a burst of cozy, unexpectedly, the hand did not probe into the pussy slit, but continued down, stopped at the root of the thigh. Huirong was about to be disappointed when a hard thing, not too big and not too small, covered by the waves of water, secretly pushed into her buttock cleavage and slowly rubbed up. Huirong’s breasts rose uncomfortably, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her two plump fleshy lips, blooming in the water, seemed like ripe petals. She raised her head, intentionally or unintentionally, her body slipped and fell sideways into the man’s arms, and then, the two of them embraced tightly.
“Let’s get started, how do you want to get it?” Hui Rong opened her mouth and asked. There was nothing to be shy about when a man and a woman reached this point.
“Normally at home, what positions do you and your husband prefer?” Lao Wu asked rhetorically against the woman’s belly.
“It’s just like anyone else’s house, nothing special.”
“Then think of me as your husband and follow the usual routine.”
Old Wu stood up from the water, his straight pouting cock breaking free and wiggling and dripping on one side. Huirong took hold of the root of the thing and jerked it a few times, then lowered her head, stuck out her tongue and licked the exposed veins on it. It was so good that Old Wu shivered in comfort and sucked in cool air. Huirong smiled and opened her mouth, holding the swollen glans, once, twice, three times, skillfully gulping up. Oral sex, for a foreign married woman is really nothing. Huirong remembers very clearly, that winter afternoon, in the welder’s bed, a thick thing across the eyes, the glans is smooth and delicate, the body of the penis tendons winding, there is a drop of semen, from the horse’s eye to penetrate out, crystalline and translucent. She could not help but reach out and hold it, heavy, hot, thick and full, slightly emitting a fishy odor. Huirong forgot her shame and her status as a married woman, and turned her face sideways to probe her tongue, following the welder’s instructions: lick the base of my thighs, then suck my balls, that’s it, that’s enough, take in the meat stick, don’t use your teeth, use your lips, and your tongue, deep-throat it, yes, deep-throat’s it, that’s it, oh, my Lord.
Old Wu is not well experienced, but he has never seen this situation, a burst of trembling. God, this woman is too powerful, more powerful than that foreign girl at the beginning.
“Oh, Huirong, I can’t, I’m going to cum if I do it again.” Forced to do so, Old Wu begged for mercy.
Huirong shook her head in her mind and smiled darkly: this is just where we are, and we haven’t even gotten to the deep throat yet, but it’s good, save yourself the trouble. Huirong spat out her prick, released her hand, stood up and turned around, bringing up a cluster of water splashes. She did not say a word, grabbed the handrail at the edge of the pool, her legs slightly separated, lowered her body, and puckered her ass high up. Old Wu looked dumbfounded, this action, really natural and smooth, in one fell swoop, in the end is a foreigner tuned out. He stared straight in front of the two petals of the ass, smooth white, deep buttock groove, sparse pubic hair, dark red flesh between the cracks, bloomed with two pieces of full pussy lips, drip drip drip drip drip water, and the crimson flesh hole, has automatically opened, is enthusiastically waiting. It can be tolerated, what can’t be tolerated! Old Wu hands to hold the tip of the buttocks, raise the prick against the meat hole, a sudden stab.
Poof, it’s in.
Use a little more force.
Pfft, to the bottom.
Old Wu felt a burst of shame, just now actually asked for forgiveness from the woman. He did not dare to slacken off again, holding Huirong’s waist, controlling the strength, trying left, probing right, deep a bit, shallow a bit, sometimes like a dragonfly, sometimes like a mountain, looking for the excitement point. Oral sex is nothing, back entry is Lao Wu’s strong point. Think of the first time, he and the foreign girl, the two love to the thick of it, rolled down on the sofa. Old Wu hands and feet unzipped pants, the girl impatiently cross up, lifted up the skirt, open the panties, two fleshy lips a clip, hot, wet. Did not wait for Lao Wu to react, puffed, the foreign girl set to sit down, swallowed the whole root, and then screamed and dried up. Old Wu is both nervous and excited, the heart reads the nine-nine watch, from time to time glancing at the wall clock. Twenty minutes past, the foreign girl cried out, a spasm, paralyzed. Old Wu was shocked, did not lock the essence, leaked, not too early and not too late, just right. After the matter, the girl lying in the old Wu’s ear said: you this root made in China, the quality is not bad! Old Wu was furious, on the spot, she turned over, pressed down on the back of the sofa, from the back pestle into it, open up the snap a hard dry, did not read nine nine table also did not glance at the wall clock, the whole half an hour! The next day, the white girl carried a box and moved in. Unfortunately, the fate in the end is still not enough, or else sat on the foreign girl, holding a mixed-race child, back to Beijing on a circle, how grand!
Hui Rong thought that at most a quarter of an hour will be finished, but I did not expect the old Wu in and out of the battle, the more courageous, so that her sexual interest also rose. It looks like you can’t just underestimate people. Online always say, the male country to move the poor psychological quality, no commitment, unlike the foreigners, optimistic and cheerful, love of life. This is nonsense, the welder is a purebred foreigners, do not worry about food and drink when optimistic and cheerful, can not find a job, rest at home for more than a year, as long as the short sighs, but also from time to time alcoholism. Behind this old Wu, ordinary old Beijing, the same as their own, but they have a good economic foundation, no family burden, live more dashing! Thinking of this, Huirong can not help but moan, but also with the clamping of the vagina, swinging up the waist, so that the friction is more intense, pumping more smoothly. Old Wu heart secretly happy, increased the intensity, suddenly left and right, sometimes front and back, a moment hovering in the vaginal opening, a moment and then directly hit the cervix, testing the woman’s reaction. Good, found, excited to find! Old Wu began to go all out, teasing, showing off, rushing, thrusting, more and more intense, more and more exuberant.
A pool of warm water was stirred up, swooped to the edge of the pool, gave a chirp, overflowed, receded, swooped again, gave another chirp, overflowed, and receded again.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Thirty minutes.
Climax, coming up!
Huirong gripped the handrail with both hands, her waist becoming more and more supple, and her ass puckering higher and higher. She hadn’t enjoyed herself like this for a long time since the price of oil plummeted. The man behind her pumped away as if he was a tireless pile driver. Huirong’s sweat dripped down and her body was lethargic, as if it would fall apart at any moment. She hadn’t thought that she had such a strong desire and such a love for life.
The man’s panting became more and more violent, and the woman’s moaning became more and more urgent. Finally, they climbed to the top of the mountain together. Old Wu only felt his scrotum tighten, his prick trembled, and a burst of thick semen sprayed wildly, shooting straight into someone else’s wife’s womb. Huirong tightened her vagina, holding the trembling rod, bubbling spring water, welcoming the hot semen, running out.
What a blast!
Lao Wu and Hui Rong exclaimed in unison.
The loud voice, echoing in the wilderness, startled a flock of mountain birds, fluttering straight into the clouds. (Huirong and Lao Wu’s Tomorrow)
The sun is in the west, the surrounding quiet, only the birds, still keep twittering. Old Wu and Huirong exhausted, lying side by side on the mat, have a chat gossip.
“Old Wu, how’s your company’s business?”
“Make do, two more companies are moving out in the second half of the year, all of their facilities in the north were destroyed by fire, and they hastily signed contracts with us.” Old Wu sighed, “The executives and technical backbone were taken away, and all the workers were demobilized. Alas, I really don’t know whether to be happy or sad when I receive this kind of business.”
Resting on her elbows, Huirong straightened her upper body and pursued, “Executives and backbone, how many people are there in the two companies combined?”
“Totally less than seventy, minus the ones who jumped ship and retired early, the ones who followed in the end, I’m afraid it’s only forty or so.” Old Wu let out another long sigh, “Several hundred workers, plus thousands of contract laborers I’m afraid, just went home.”
Hui Rong didn’t have the time to sympathize with others. She rolled over and crouched over Lao Wu, kissing the man’s nipples on one side and fiddling with that little thing on his lower body on the other.
“Huirong, you are so feminine.” Old Wu was titillated and his heart itched again, “What is it like to be married to a foreigner?”
“Didn’t you live with a white girl? You should know that.”
“I think people are actually pretty much the same, there’s a good side and then there’s a bad side, but white chicks are really good at that, often coming twice a day.”
“Twice a day is nothing, as long as you men don’t mind getting tired, we women have no problem.” Hui Rong’s hands became more gentle, and inadvertently followed up with another question, “By the way, are you still in charge of the two companies moving out and selling their houses?”
“I’m never too tired!” Old Wu hugged Huirong and rolled over, pinning her down, “You sell the five houses first, there’s plenty of opportunity behind you, I’ll be thinking of you.”
Lao Wu and Huirong embraced and kissed, as if they were lovers reunited after a long time. Huirong skillfully spread her legs, resting on the man’s waist, her hands reached over and explored his crotch, one on the scrotum, gently rubbing, the other held the penis, slowly set up. The quality of this domestic product is really good, slowly hardened again.
“I won’t make it difficult for you, like these two companies in the second half of the year, you can just even me out with two or three houses each.”
“No, not two or three,” Old Wu couldn’t hold it in, and began to pant, “to, to, to, to have business later, to, to, to, to share at least three or five with you.”
“As long as you give me the contract, I’ll still arrange the rest.” Hui Rong secretly laughed in the bottom of her heart, men are like this, they always think that they have conquered women, in fact, in the end, the one who is really conquered is themselves. Hui Rong retracted her hands, hugged the man’s back tightly, and arched her back. Lao Wu straightened his waist, freed a hand, explored the crotch, held the meat stick, spread the labia, the buttocks sank, puffed, pushed in, paused, then sank again, again puffed, pushed to the bottom.
It’s so cozy!
Gasp.
Groan.
Flesh rubbing.
Sexual intercourse.
Outside the window, white clouds float in the blue sky, and how verdant the mountains are beneath them.
The sun had long since set and it was getting dark.
The evening breeze gently shook the branches of the trees outside the window, and everything returned to calm. Hui Rong lay on the white mattress sheet, sleeping like a baby. Her face was peaceful and calm, her long soft hair was scattered, one arm was bent in front of the pillow, while the other was naturally hanging down. The white body was naked, a little shy, a little teasing. On the front chest and belly, there was still semen left, speckled, and it looked like the second time they had sex, it ended with an in-vitro ejaculation. Over the years, Hui Rong rarely slept so solidly, as if driving a flat boat, swinging on the calm water. With this relationship with Old Wu, the next few years can be survived. Oil is a non-renewable resource, sooner or later it will go up again, and her husband will surely be recruited back, everything will be fine tomorrow.