thirst for passion

Chapter 1

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His name is Yin Chushi, and he is almost 41 years old.Before today, his life may not be fundamentally different from that of other men in their 40s: he has been married for more than ten years, has children, and occasionally has a few romantic encounters, but he has successfully concealed it from his wife, so his family life is smooth.In terms of career, most of them have a solid foundation, and they are at most halfway away from the goal they want to achieve in this life.Faced with such living conditions, perhaps he should be satisfied.Of course, satisfaction is almost an obvious mood, but sometimes men in their 40s still retain some other emotions besides satisfaction, which often make them inexplicably restless or irritable.Therefore, it is accurate to say that the life of a person in his 40s is a cracked egg.

For example, Yin Chushi, who is smoking, often wants to ask other men if they also hate beds so much sometimes.Once he tried to talk to Jiashan upstairs on this topic, but Jiashan immediately gave a very obscene smile.Yin Chushi remembered Jia Shan saying, "Nowhere else is more comfortable than a bed." But this is not Yin Chushi's concern, he just feels that everything is becoming less and less comfortable for him on the bed he is lying on right now. easy.The day before yesterday, he saw an article in the office titled "Aphrodisiac Needs Scientific Guidance", and he was surprised that he didn't laugh.

Suddenly the wife turned over, her limbs twitched a few times, and she lay on her back again.The light in the room gradually brightened, and he could see the subtle expressions on his wife's face.He found that his wife's lips were parted, her head was pushed upwards forcefully, and her face was twisted, as if she was experiencing some kind of pain.His first reaction was that his wife was having a dream, maybe a nightmare, so she was nervous.Then he saw his wife's body stretched out straight, then arched upward, like a bridge about to collapse.Her breathing also became faster...

He couldn't see his expression, but he thought it must be bitter, because he felt a little jealous.The wife was clearly having a sexual dream in which she reached a climax of sensations where she nearly convulsed.He had never seen his wife react like this when he slept with her, she was always submissive and quiet.Thinking of this, he was even a little angry, and he decided to wake up his wife.At this time, the bell rang.He reached out to grab the phone by the bed, his wife woke up too, and what he grabbed was the alarm watch.It's an alarm watch not a phone.The ringtone of the alarm watch is too close to the ringtone of the phone. He has repeatedly suggested to his wife to change the alarm watch, but she always said that she likes this alarm watch.

The wife put the alarm watch back on the bedside table, turned around and put her arm on Yin Chushi's quilt, and let out a long sigh.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"It's pretty good." The wife stretched her waist, "Xiao Yue's first day of school starts today, I have to get up early and make millet porridge for her."

"Are you dreaming?" he asked.

"How do you know I'm dreaming?" My wife asked in surprise.

"And the color of the dream is not light." After Yin Chushi finished speaking, he jumped onto his wife's body and started to unbutton his wife's pajamas. "There should be a law saying women can't sleep in damn pajamas."

"Stop messing around," said the wife.

"Are you sleeping with other men in your dream, aren't you fooling around?"

"Hey, that's weird, I can't see his face."

"But you had an orgasm."

"I think that man is you." The wife said and reached out to stroke her husband's cheek.

"Don't run away so easily, an affair in a dream is also an affair."

"Don't talk nonsense, do you really want it now?"

"Yes, do your duty as a wife. I haven't thought about it like this for a long time. Come on." After he finished speaking, he kissed his wife's mouth seriously, but he didn't feel the excitement he should have.The desire aroused by his wife's erotic dreams is not very full, and he needs to work hard to encourage him.After bidding farewell to the female reporter in Fujian three years ago, he had never had another woman. He was very disturbed, so he roughly tore his wife's pajamas.

The phone rang.The wife reached for the phone, said "Hello," and put the receiver back.

"Who?" he asked.

"It's broken," said the wife.

He no longer had the appetite to continue doing this, and rolled off his wife.

"I'm hungry," he said.

"Okay, I'll get up now," said the wife, getting up and putting on another terry bathrobe over her pajamas.She glanced at the wall calendar next to the closet. On September [-]st, she circled it with a red pen.Today is their thirteenth wedding anniversary.

"Do you want me to get up and make some contributions?" the husband asked on the bed.

"Forget it." The wife hesitated for a moment before answering, because it suddenly occurred to her that her husband had never cooked breakfast.Although he had made supper and lunch, a chill passed through her heart.She felt that breakfast was different from lunch and dinner. As for the difference, she couldn't figure it out very well, but she felt dimly that if a man cooked breakfast for his wife, it must be wonderful.Still, there are so many men in the world who never cook breakfast for their wives, what's in the way?She changed her mind and left the bedroom.

Her name is Wang Yi, and she is an intellectual woman who doesn't hate the kitchen.A few minutes later, the heat of cooking porridge mixed with the aroma of sesame oil mixed with pickles filled the small but tidy kitchen, and Wang Yi felt peaceful and peaceful.Sometimes she doesn't understand why the most fashionable argument nowadays is to call on women to leave the kitchen. She thinks that as long as they are women, they can find fun in the kitchen.

The alarm in the daughter's room also rang, and when passing by the door of the daughter's room on the way to the bathroom, Yin Chushi knocked hard twice:

"Get up, little slob."

"Xiao Yue, get up." Wang Yi also opened the kitchen door and shouted.

After a while, Wang Yi heard Xiao Yue's door being pushed open with a bang, and then his daughter knocked on the bathroom door.

"Hurry up, Dad!" Xiao Yue yelled, "It's really annoying. You're not the first to go to work, and you always occupy the toilet first."

"Stop making trouble, now." Yin Chushi's voice.

"Are you taking pictures on the toilet again?" the daughter leaned against the door of the bathroom and muttered.

Yin Chushi didn't answer any more, the phone rang, and Xiao Yue quickly ran over to grab the phone:

"Hello, hello? Hello? Talk! Why don't you talk? Why are you on the phone! You are crazy these days." After finishing speaking, Xiao Yue rushed back to the toilet door and yelled. "I'm about to pee my pants."

"Don't threaten me," Yin Chushi walked out of the bathroom, with the sound of the toilet still ringing behind him, "Who is calling?"

"Ask the Public Security Bureau." After the daughter finished speaking, she locked the door of the bathroom.

When Yin Chushi walked into the kitchen, he saw his wife was stirring the rice porridge in the pot with a long-handled stainless steel spoon. The heat was steaming around her, bringing a cozy and warm atmosphere.But these don't make Yin Chushi have any special feelings. Things that are used to often make people feel that they are not owning them.He poured himself a glass of cold water and said to his wife:

"Xiao Yue's mouth is really cruel and glib."

"I'm worried about other things," said the wife.

"worry about what?"

"She never talks about herself, she always talks about her classmates, this one is pregnant, that one is in a relationship..."

"Maybe she's fine, so I won't say anything. I think she's more normal than normal. She's mentally healthy. She's careless all day long."

"I don't think so. Xiao Yue is different from other girls. She has her own set of ideas.
(End of this chapter)