The Wife's Sacrifice for the House (Reprinted)

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Today, I want to tell you a true story about my wife and me, about our sacrifices for a house

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A few years ago, our company was preparing for its final housing reform and allocation. Although I
was already a highly educated professional, there were many people in my unit with similar circumstances. Some
people much older than me were still living in apartments of less than 30 square meters.

Therefore, the competition for this housing reform allocation was particularly fierce.

However, I knew very well that under the normal allocation system, we had no chance of getting a new apartment,
let alone one larger than 120 square meters.

One evening, my wife told me to talk to the company leaders and offer some gifts. But I knew
perfectly well that it was too late to offer gifts now. Everyone else had already done their work.

I felt powerless to help my wife.

Two days later, my wife asked if I had spoken to the leaders. I didn't answer. My wife got angry and called me
a useless piece of trash. Later, at bedtime, my wife said she wanted to talk to the leaders herself. But my wife
was worried something might go wrong. My wife was only 32 years old that year, the most beautiful woman in her workplace, tall,
with fair skin. Although she wasn't exactly stunning, she exuded a womanly charm.

I thought at the time that even if my wife approached the leader, it might not work out, because it was basically already decided internally, and there was no point
in trying anymore .

So, that night passed like that.

The next evening, when my wife came home from work, I noticed she seemed a little excited.
Her face turned red when she saw me, and I didn't think anything of it, assuming she wasn't feeling well. I asked her with concern
if she was sick. But my wife said: "Give me a break!"

That night, lying in bed, my wife leaned against me and said: "She went to see the leader today." I
didn't think much of it at the time, thinking, "It's pointless, there are so many intellectuals in our workplace, how can they possibly accommodate everyone?"

But my wife slowly added that the leader was very polite to her, and even said that before the assignments were finalized, everyone
theoretically still had a chance to get a new 120-square-meter apartment.

Hearing this, I felt there was still hope. I told my wife to talk to her boss again, that we should give him whatever
gifts we needed; nothing was more important than a house in the city center.

But my wife didn't say anything.

A sudden feeling of unease washed over me. Was something...?

Just as I was wondering, my wife whispered in my arms, "The boss is actually a womanizer."

Hearing this, my heart sank. I quickly asked, "He didn't do anything to you today, did he?"

My wife remained silent. This confirmed my suspicions.

I abruptly sat up, turned on the light, and looked at my wife, saying, "Tell me, he didn't do anything to you today
?"

My wife looked at my fierce expression, her eyes welling up with tears.

Oh no! I thought to myself, my wife must have been assaulted.

After a long while, I calmly said to my wife, "Can you tell me everything that happened today? I
won't blame you.

" My wife looked up at me, and after a long pause, she said, "After I tell you, you really can't be angry. I did
all this for our house.

" I looked into my wife's tearful eyes and nodded.

Then, my wife leaned against me again and slowly recounted what had happened at noon.

This noon, I went to my boss's office to talk to him about housing. When I entered, the office was empty.
Just as I was about to turn away, I heard his voice coming from the boss's rest room inside, asking who was outside
.

I said it was me, and he let me in.

When I went in, he was looking at his computer at the desk inside. He asked what I wanted. I said it was about housing
. He said the basic plan for housing had been finalized; young people like us wouldn't be allocated new
housing, but older apartments that weren't big enough could be considered.

I asked if he could help us. At this point, he looked up at me for a long time, making me
feel embarrassed. After a while, he didn't say anything and left. Later, I learned he went to close the door.

Hearing this, I felt a little nervous. I quickly asked my wife what happened next. My wife glanced at me and
continued: When he came back in, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "There's always a way;
there's always hope for things that haven't been decided yet." Because it was summer, I was only wearing a few clothes, so I stood up nervously
. At this moment, the leader calmly sat on the bed by the table and said to me, "There are many people who need housing, and they
are all older than you. Although your husband has a senior professional title, his total score is definitely not as high as others.

Therefore, it seems that the chances of getting a large apartment in the city center this time are not very high."

Hearing this from the leader, my heart sank. Perhaps I was about to cry, when the leader
reached out and pulled me to sit beside him.

I became nervous after hearing this. My wife glanced at me and continued, "After he pulled me over,
I immediately burst into tears. He comforted me, saying, 'Don't worry, don't worry, he'll think of another way.'

Hearing this, I felt there was still hope, so I grabbed his hand and said, 'You must help us, this
is the last time!'

Suddenly, I felt him hug me tightly, his lips pressed against my face. I quickly said, 'No
, no!'

But I still couldn't stop his hands. He immediately touched my breasts, and his hand
went inside me. I tensed up instantly. But he said, 'It's okay, the outer room is already locked.'"

"And then?" I asked hastily. "

And then?" My wife continued, "Then, in just a short while, he touched me all over, and...
and he even put his hand inside me."

My wife lowered her head shyly.

At this point, I was so angry I wanted to kill him right then and there. Seeing my expression, my wife said, "This is the last
time we've divided the house. I've already made a sacrifice. If you don't want me to do this,
I don't care what you want to do."

After hearing my wife's words, although I was still angry, I calmed down a lot. I continued to ask my wife, "
That's it?"

My wife looked at me and said, "He didn't completely undress me. I know what he wanted to do, but I
'm not used to doing things like this. But he wouldn't let me go, and finally, he took out his own thing.

" She glanced at me again and continued, "He said he wouldn't force me the first time, but I had to make him feel good." So,
guided by his hand, I grabbed his penis.

She hesitated for a moment and then said, "Later...later he put it in my mouth, and only
let me go after he ejaculated.

" I asked, "Did he ejaculate in your mouth?"

My wife nodded shyly.

"That's it?" I continued.

My wife said, "When I left, he said if I really wanted the house, I had to make some sacrifices." I knew
what he meant by "sacrifices."

That night, I didn't blame my wife anymore, because it was all because of my impotence as a husband that my wife had to make
such a big sacrifice. That night, I just made love to my wife, and she experienced
an orgasm that was rare for her, seemingly several times in a row.

The next day, after sobering up, I didn't mention what happened the night before, because I knew that reason told me that bringing it up again
wouldn't solve anything.

So, out of respect for my wife, I didn't discuss the house with her for two weeks. I was worried
she'd be sensitive about it. Then I received news that the house allocation would be decided within two days.

That noon, right after lunch, my wife came to my office, saying her boss wanted her to come over. I
knew perfectly well what was going on, but I still pretended to be calm and said to her, "Go ahead, it might be good news."

My wife looked at me with confusion; I knew she was hesitant, but I thought to myself, "The boss has already touched me
, what's the big deal?" I told her to go.

Just as she turned away, I patted her shoulder affectionately and said, "I won't blame you for this."

My wife lowered her head and walked out.

Watching her retreating figure, a sudden pang of pain shot through my heart.

For the entire afternoon, my wife didn't call me. I tried calling her cell phone, but it was off
.

It wasn't until almost 10 pm that I heard my wife open the door. Her mother must have seen her tired expression
and thought she was exhausted from work, so she offered her something to eat. My wife ignored her mother and went straight back to our room
.

Looking at her, she seemed like a completely different person. After changing her clothes, she told me, "We've got the apartment. We'll pick up the keys the day after tomorrow. It's one of

the best apartments in my workplace . " After that, no matter what I said, she ignored me and went to sleep. I lay beside her, knowing full well what we had gained and lost , unable to sleep. Until midnight. I watched her toss and turn, knowing she wasn't asleep either. Then, suddenly, she asked me, "Just ask whatever you want!" I was silent for a long time before gently asking, "Where did you go this afternoon?" She was silent for a long time before saying, "I went out with him this afternoon, and we had dinner together tonight." " Where?" I pressed. " At the hotel," she answered calmly. I knew that asking any more questions might hurt her further. But unexpectedly, she suddenly turned on the light and said, "Don't you want to know more?" I was incredibly excited at this point, and I hugged my wife, tears streaming down my face. In the midst of our emotions, we both cried . When I opened my wife's pajamas, I suddenly noticed obvious marks around her nipples. Upon closer inspection, I saw many similar marks all over her body. At that moment, I knew what had happened to my wife that short afternoon . Later, after we finished making love in our excitement, my wife murmured to me everything that had happened from that afternoon until that evening. It turned out that after my wife went to his office that afternoon, he made an excuse that he had something to do and asked her to accompany him to the city. Once there, he told me that she and he went directly to a hotel. After checking into the hotel room, at first, my wife clearly knew what he wanted to do, but she couldn't say anything. When we were in the room, he first made my wife take off all her clothes, saying that he hadn't seen clearly the other day and promised her that he would only look. But after she was undressed , he asked her to accompany him to take a shower. At first, my wife disagreed, saying that she would perform oral sex on him like last time. He said it wasn't that easy, so he threatened his wife with his private parts. His wife had no choice but to go to the bathroom with him. In the bathroom, his wife said she wasn't washing for her boss, but rather he was washing her. Many of the marks on her body were from being bitten in the bathroom. After they came out, he penetrated her on the bed. His wife said he lasted a long time without stopping, and she felt numbness in her genitals. She didn't even because she had no feeling. Then, they both fell asleep. When they woke up, it was already dark. So they did it again on the bed. His wife said she was more cooperative this time, constantly stimulating his penis with her hand. He ejaculated soon after. After getting up, they ate something at the restaurant. Just the two of them, and the meal cost over 3,000 yuan for just a few dishes. After dinner, his wife suggested taking a shower. She regretted it as she talked about it. Because of the shower , he had fucked her again, and her vagina was torn. His wife said it was probably from his hand that she hurt herself. Because, the third time they showered together, he couldn't get an erection, so he used his hand to vigorously stimulate her genitals. She said she felt terrible, and to make him ejaculate quickly, she used her mouth to make his penis hard again , and after he penetrated her, she used her hand to hold the remaining fluid to increase his pleasure. Fortunately, he immediately responded and ejaculated again like an animal. His wife said that when he ejaculated the third time, it was really just a little bit of semen leaking out; maybe he used up all his semen by the end of the afternoon. She also said his penis was actually very small and short, and didn't even penetrate deeply. When he took his wife home, it was already past ten o'clock. As they parted, he said he would never do it again.

He harassed his wife and then said he was very sorry. His wife showed me the note he had made about dividing the room; she was afraid
he would renege on the agreement, so she made him write it on purpose.

Looking at my beloved wife, I was speechless with heartache.

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