Online article reprint: The Days of a Couple Sharing an Apartment (Part 1)

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My husband, Kang Jie, and I both graduated from university in 2000. Jobs were hard to find for college graduates back then, and we were no exception. We met through an introduction and got married in 2001. Our married life was happy, but we were both restless people. In 2001, starting our own business was already fashionable, especially in Beijing. That summer, after discussing it, we quit our jobs and went to Beijing to start our own business.
Before going to Beijing, we had already found jobs at the same company. However, when we arrived in Beijing and tried to find a place to live, we encountered unexpected difficulties. Apartments close to the company were too expensive, and those further away were inconvenient to get to. The rent was simply unaffordable for our salaries, and staying in hotels long-term was out of the question.
Just when we were at our wits' end, we ran into my college classmate, Xu Jian, on the street. He was also in Beijing with his beautiful wife, Xiao Yuan, trying his luck. We were all facing the same problem, so we decided to share an apartment, which would make the rent affordable for both of us.
We quickly found a place that was conveniently located near both of our workplaces, with reasonable rent. It was a unit on the fourth floor, the top floor, with a balcony. We arranged a time to see the apartment, but when we arrived, we were stunned. There was only one room, similar to a standard hotel room, except for a tiny kitchen that was barely big enough for two people to turn around in.
How were two couples supposed to live here? We hesitated, but the rent and the convenience of commuting made it hard to give up. After discussing it, we reluctantly moved in, dividing the room in two with a T-shaped curtain and creating a passageway outside. We agreed to have someone board up the partition when we had a little more money. But that was just an excuse; our real thought was to establish ourselves first and quickly earn money to rent our own rooms.
Four people crammed into a room of less than 20 square meters was definitely inconvenient. People today can't imagine the difficulties we faced back then—cooking, using the toilet, and showering were all extremely difficult. The apartment is small; the two beds are almost touching, making it difficult to even turn over in bed, let alone engage in marital relations.
We're newlyweds, so it's natural to have those urges and needs. However, we're both highly educated and, while open-minded, it's still something we can't openly discuss. Unlike renting an apartment, we can't discuss these things together. We're both distressed but have no solution.
A week later, my husband and I came home from work to find a bulging plastic bag hanging on the door. Opening it, we found it filled with snacks, two movie tickets, and a note: "Sorry, we're treating you to a movie, but we have some personal matters to attend to. Please treat us another time. Best regards."
We were both a little dumbfounded, but my husband figured it out first. He laughed and called into the house, "We won't be back before ten, don't worry, take your time."
My classmate's voice came from inside: "Thanks!"
I still asked stupidly, "What are they doing?"
My husband laughed without answering, put his arm around my shoulder, and led me outside, saying, "Silly girl, doing your 'couple's homework'!"
My face flushed instantly, and somehow, I felt aroused too.
While watching the movie, I imagined them rolling around in bed, completely oblivious to what was actually happening; my mind was blank. Just after nine o'clock, the movie ended, and we wandered aimlessly through the streets, hand in hand.
Around 9:30, my husband's phone rang. It was a text from my classmate: "The room is ready, please come home."
We both breathed a sigh of relief and hurried home. When we got back, they were already asleep, probably to avoid embarrassment.
A few days later, one afternoon, my husband and I ate out after work. We got home close to 8:00, but they weren't there. There was a note on the table: "Our company is having a party, we'll be back around 10:00."
There was also a condom under the note. My husband and I glanced at each other and hugged, kissing and undressing. Soon, we were naked in bed.
We were both incredibly excited. My husband's hands were trembling as he put on the condom. We started without even turning off the light; it was the first time we'd made love with the lights on. My husband quickly entered me, and the long-lost pleasure made me tremble uncontrollably. Perhaps because it had been so long since we'd done it, my husband ejaculated quickly, but I was still extremely excited. My husband didn't pull out; he kept sucking and licking my earlobes, neck, and nipples—sensitive spots. I became even more excited, writhing and feeling unbearably itchy all over.
My husband got hard again, and finally, I exploded with pleasure—a feeling I'd never experienced since we got married.
We made love like this for over an hour, both of us drenched in sweat, the sheets stained with a large, wet human-shaped mark. Looking at the clock, it was past nine. Although I wanted to continue our intimacy, the thought of them coming home soon made me reluctantly separate and get up. My husband went to boil water, and I busied myself changing the sheets.
By the time we'd taken our "couple's bath" and changed, it was almost ten. Seeing they still hadn't returned, my husband texted them, and I cleaned up the mess left by our passion.
Not long after, they came back. Seeing the sheets soaking in the basin, they gave us a sly smile. Perhaps women are especially beautiful after a blissful experience, and I'm naturally a pretty girl, because Xiaoyuan joked with me in the kitchen, "Happy women become even more beautiful."
I teased back, "It's a pity I didn't get to see your happy face that day. When will I get to see it too?"
And so, we tacitly looked after each other.

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