Reprint of an excellent online novel, "Shared Living" 01

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Chapter 1 of "Shared Living":

My husband, Kang Jie, and I both graduated from university in 1989. Due to the student movement, job assignments were poor that year, and we were no exception. We met through an introduction and got married in 1990. Our married life was very happy, but we were both restless people. In 1991, starting a business became fashionable, and going to Shenzhen was even more of a trend. That summer, after discussing it, we also resigned and went to Shenzhen, ready to start our own business there.

Before going to Shenzhen, we had already found jobs at the same company. However, when we arrived in Shenzhen and tried to rent a place, we encountered unexpected difficulties. The rent for places close to the company was too expensive, and the transportation to places further away was inconvenient. The rent was simply unaffordable relative to our salaries, and staying in hotels long-term was out of the question. At our wits' end, we ran into my university classmate, Xu Jian, on the street. He was also in Shenzhen with his beautiful wife, Xiao Wen, trying his luck. We were all facing the same problem, and in desperation, we thought of sharing a place, so that the rent would be affordable for both of us.

We quickly found a place that was conveniently located near both of our workplaces, with reasonable rent, and it was a unit on the fourth floor of the top floor with a balcony. We arranged a time to go 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 save up to rent a separate room.

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 was small; the two beds were practically touching, making it difficult to even turn over in bed, let alone have any intimacy. We were newlyweds, and it was natural to have those urges and needs, but we were both highly educated and, while open-minded, it was still something we couldn't openly discuss. Unlike renting an apartment, we couldn't discuss these things together. We were both very distressed but had no solution.

One 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'd like to invite you both to the movies, but we have some personal matters to attend to at home. Please invite us another time. Best regards."

We were both a little stunned, but my husband understood first. Laughing, I 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 stupidly asked, "What are they doing?"

My husband laughed without answering, put his arm around my shoulder, and led me out, saying, "Silly girl, doing your 'couple's homework'!"

My face flushed instantly, and for some reason, I wanted it too. Watching the movie, I imagined them rolling around in bed, completely oblivious to what was actually happening; my mind was blank. Just after nine, the movie ended, and we wandered aimlessly through the streets, hand in hand.

Around nine-thirty, my husband's pager went off. He called back from a nearby convenience store; it was a message 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 both asleep, probably to avoid embarrassment.

A few days later, one afternoon, my husband and I ate out after work. We got home close to eight o'clock, but they weren't there. There was a note on the table: "Our company is having a party; we'll be back around ten." Underneath the note was a condom. My husband and I glanced at each other, then 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 lights—our first time making 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 in a state of extreme excitement. My husband didn't pull out; he kept licking and sucking my earlobes, neck, and nipples—sensitive spots. I became even more excited, writhing and throbbing, my whole body itching unbearably. My husband got hard again, and finally, I exploded with pleasure—a feeling I had never experienced since we got married.

We made love like this for over an hour, both of us drenched in sweat, a large, wet human-shaped stain on the sheets. Looking at the clock, it was past nine. Although we wanted to continue our intimacy, the thought of them coming home soon made us 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 went downstairs to page them, while I cleaned up the mess left after our passionate encounter.

Not long after, they came back, saw the sheets soaking in the basin, and gave us a sly smile.

Perhaps women are especially beautiful after a blissful experience, and since I'm a pretty girl myself, Xiaowen 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. Later, the weather got colder, and being outside was truly unbearable. No one wanted to let someone else wander around aimlessly, so I returned to my previous helpless state. Unsatisfied, I became somewhat anxious. At home, I would try to suppress my feelings, but outside, I would vent on my husband, yelling that I regretted coming to Shenzhen. He silently endured it. After venting, I would feel sorry for him and regret it.

One night, I was awakened by a low, peculiar moaning sound—they were making love?! I listened intently, and sure enough, the sound was coming from that direction. Looking at my husband, I saw he was already awake, staring intently. Before I could speak, he covered my mouth with his hand and wrapped his other arm around me.

Hearing the moans and the creaking of the bed, my husband and I couldn't resist any longer. His hand slipped inside my nightgown, kneading my breasts, and my hand slipped inside his underwear, grasping his already erect penis. Neither of us dared to make a sound. Finally, it quieted down, but my husband and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, yet we dared not make any more.

After that night of eavesdropping, my husband and I cautiously began to do the same thing late at night. Later, they must have found out, but everyone pretended not to know, and no one joked or teased each other about it. We understood each other implicitly, and there were fewer reservations. The time for sex gradually shifted from waiting until the other person was quiet late at night to around 10 pm, our normal rest time. Sometimes, when both of us were doing it together, listening to the other person's voices was even more stimulating and exciting. Later, we even stopped lowering our voices when we moaned.

And so, both of us couples lived happily in peace. A major problem that had been troubling us was easily resolved. Thinking back to that time, it felt like we were having an affair. Sex should have some mystery to be attractive and alluring.

An unexpected embarrassment changed and strengthened the relationship between our two families.

In the blink of an eye, we've been in Shenzhen for almost a year. We take care of each other, are very grateful for each other's care, and always want to find an opportunity to thank each other. In a few days it will be my classmate's birthday, which happens to be a Saturday. His wife suggested that they host a small birthday celebration for him at home, just the four of us. The suggestion was approved immediately.

That day, the two of us women arranged to meet at the market after work. We bought a lot of raw and cooked groceries, my classmate brought a case of beer, and my husband bought a large bottle of champagne. While we cooked, the two men chatted inside. It was pitiful; we'd been together for almost a year, and with the pressure of work and our living conditions, we'd never had a proper chat. When the food arrived, we lifted the curtain between us, and the food was placed on a makeshift "table" made of two stools between the two beds. We toasted each other and opened the champagne and beer. (

From "Shared Living," Chapter 2)

June in Shenzhen was unbearably hot, and there was no air conditioning, only two fans constantly blowing. Before long, our clothes were completely soaked. Drinking didn't feel particularly bad; the increased sweating actually felt refreshing.

Xiaowen and I were completely drenched in our clothes, the patterns on our bras clearly visible through our wet shirts—it was quite embarrassing. We went to the bathroom to change into T-shirts, and I even took off my bra. When I came out, I found she had taken it off too.

The two men were shirtless at some point, something they never did in front of strangers before. Perhaps it was because they were happy, had drunk too much, and were in the heat, but no one seemed to think anything of it. I was surprised to find that my old classmate was incredibly muscular and masculine; I had never noticed him in school.

By 11 p.m., the alcohol was finished, and everyone was a bit drunk. Xiaowen staggered to boil water, and we took turns, groggily washing ourselves before returning to our respective "big tents" to sleep. I had drunk too much beer, and mixed it with champagne, so my mind was a bit hazy. I

woke up frequently during the night, my head constantly spinning. One time, I got up and there was someone in the bathroom. I leaned against the door and groggily asked, "Who's in there?" The door opened, and Xiaowen staggered out, mumbling, "I can't even remember how many times I've gotten up."

After leaving the bathroom, I leaned against the wall and groggily returned to my tent. Seeing two people lying on the bed, I quickly went to the other tent, lay down next to the sleeping man, and fell asleep holding him. Strangely enough, I didn't get up again that night.

Around ten in the morning, I woke up, still groggy. I opened my eyes and saw that everything around me was unfamiliar. Looking at the man beside me, I suddenly became fully awake and screamed. Immediately afterward, a scream came from the other tent—

it turned out that the two of us women had gone to the wrong bed last night! I rushed out, almost bumping into Xiaowen. Back in my bed, I hugged my stunned husband and burst into tears. He snapped out of it, patted my shoulder, and comforted me, saying, "It's alright, it's alright. Did you drink too much? Come on

, it's time to get up." My classmate was also trying to comfort his weeping wife. The men's comforting words calmed us down. Everyone got up and started cleaning up the mess left from the night before.

The two men chatted and laughed, even making plans to go to the bookstore that afternoon. The two of us women worked together seamlessly in the kitchen, washing the dishes in silence. Then we heard the two men inside jokingly say to each other, "The feminist movement has invaded China! Our wives have swapped us!" They laughed loudly.

We looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh too.

We both wanted to ease the awkwardness between us, so I made small talk and said to her, "I've been his classmate for four years and never even thought about him, but this happened. But to be honest, your husband's muscles are quite muscular."

She continued, "Your husband isn't bad either. His muscles aren't very developed, but his skin is smooth and soft, which is nice. Last night I thought it was strange; I thought it was because my husband drank too much and his skin became swollen and thin."

I joked, "Looks like we've both gotten what we wanted?"

She joked back, "Since you're so satisfied with him, why don't we go out with them this afternoon and switch husbands? You can experience what it's like to stroll around with someone else's husband."

"Sure."

At that moment, my husband asked from inside, "What are you two girls plotting?"

Xu Jian added, "We went to a professional bookstore; why are you two making a fuss?"

Xiao Wen retorted, "Don't talk to me about professional things. It's like you're the only ones who went to university. It's settled, whether you like it or not!"

After lunch, it was too hot to stay inside. Xiaowen and I braved the sweltering heat to boil water for the sweaty man so he could quickly wash up and go downstairs to cool off. We also wanted to shower, especially since we hadn't washed our sweaty clothes from last night, and if we didn't, we'd have nothing to change into.

Finally, we finished washing the clothes and started showering together.

When two women are naked in a small space, it's the easiest time to open up to each other. Somehow, we started talking about our sex lives.

I asked her, "How's your husband in bed?" "

Pretty good, the best part is when he's about to ejaculate, that super hard feeling, it's amazing!" "How about your husband?" "

My husband's foreplay is good, but he's short-lived. I'm still getting into it when he ejaculates. He knows it, so after he ejaculates, he doesn't go to sleep but keeps stimulating me until I'm satisfied. Sometimes we can even do it twice."

"My husband rarely does foreplay, he just goes in right away, and it always hurts me. Luckily, he lasts a long time, so I gradually get into the mood. If only they could take turns!"

I joked, "How about switching?" "

Shameless! How could you say that?" She slapped me and laughed.

I retorted, "Anyway, you've hugged my husband, and I've hugged yours, so what's the big deal!" Then, mimicking her tone, I said, "It's settled then, whether you like it or not!"

After a bit of playful banter, we changed our clothes and came out. We

went out onto the street, arm in arm with our respective husbands, chatting and laughing as we walked towards the bookstore. Xu Jian and I walked side by side in the middle. We hadn't walked far when I felt tired and suggested we rest. The two men disagreed, so I took my husband's arm with one hand and Xu Jian's with the other, and started to play hard to get.

Xiao Wen shouted, "Aren't you being too greedy?"

I said, "What's the big deal? You're stingy! I'll give him to you, is that fair?" As I said this, I pushed my husband toward her, pulled her hand off Xu Jian's arm, and pulled Xu Jian away from them.

I laughed and said, "From now on, we've switched husbands."

"Sure, we'll switch! What's the big deal?" "She unceremoniously took my husband's arm and said in a coquettish voice, 'Second husband, let's go, okay?' 'Are you kidding me?

I've only ever heard of men having three wives and four concubines, never women having 'second husbands'!' my husband protested.

'Well, times have changed. We're in a feminist society now, aren't we?! Look at these two little feminists, sigh!' Xu Jian replied, then sighed again and said to me, 'Sigh! Second wife, I guess I've accepted my fate.'" "...

We walked to the bookstore laughing and joking, calling each other 'Second Husband' and 'Second Wife' all the way. I don't know why we were so happy at the time.

Time passed happily, and we lived happily.

That summer, tank tops became popular, and she and I each bought two sets. Women are always contradictory; they want to be trendy but are afraid of what others will say. We definitely wouldn't dare wear them to work, and they weren't allowed to either. We could only wear them when we got home or when we went out together. But this inadvertently caused trouble for both of us."

Men are all the same. They don't feel anything when their own wives are dressed provocatively, but when they see other men's wives dressed even slightly revealingly, they start having fantasies. My husband and Xu Jian are no exception. My husband often unconsciously looks at Xiao Wen's exposed shoulders and high breasts, and Xu Jian also pretends to stare at my breasts and thighs unintentionally. Especially after we two women shower before bed, when we've taken off our bras and our nipples are particularly noticeable and faintly visible.

We're used to brushing our teeth in the kitchen, but that kitchen is too small. With the stove and pots, it's hard for two people to pass each other, and the sink is annoyingly located in the middle. If they want to pass behind us, we have to try our best to lean against the sink, and even if they try to lean back, there's still a moment when we need to press tightly together.

It wasn't a problem before, but ever since we started wearing tank tops and shorts, I can almost always feel my classmate's hard thing pressing against my butt, which makes me blush every time I come out. My husband is the same; several times I've seen my classmate's wife come out of the kitchen with a red face. There was really no way around it; you couldn't rush it, you couldn't get angry, and after a while, you just had to get used to it.

One Sunday noon, my classmate and her husband went shopping, and the husband, finding the house too hot, went to the company to practice his computer skills. After showering, thinking they weren't there, I didn't wear a bra and sat on a small stool to wash the clothes my husband and I had changed out of.

Just then, Xu Jian suddenly came back and stared straight at my chest. Apparently, I was sitting low, and the tank top had a wide opening, so from above, my breasts were completely exposed.

"Forgot something?"

"Nothing. I ran into my wife's best friend, and they went shopping together. They wouldn't let me come, so they sent me back."

Seeing him standing in front of me for a while without moving, I suddenly realized what he meant and quickly stood up, trying to ease my embarrassment, saying, "Can I borrow your basin for a moment?"

He also seemed a little embarrassed and quickly went into their tent to get me a basin.

I changed the direction I was sitting and continued washing my clothes, but he kept going back and forth in front of me, going into the kitchen to wash his hands and then back to wash towels. He would linger in front of me, making small talk, and I knew what he was doing, but I couldn't say anything, so I just ignored him. After all, I could see but not touch.

We were good friends in school, often arguing, debating, and joking, but we'd never talked about anything involving my body.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and yelled at him, "Hey! Got enough looking?"

He didn't expect me to ask that, paused for a moment, chuckled twice, and said, "Good scenery is meant to be admired."

"Want to see? Go look at your wife's."

"Her? I've seen enough of hers. I never realized you were so feminine in school."

I splashed him with water, telling him to get lost.

He chuckled instead: "Old feudalist! Is it illegal to watch?"

"Aren't you leaving?"

"If I leave like this, I'll be distracted all afternoon."

"So you're planning to watch all afternoon?"

"That's a good idea, but still not exciting enough."

"I didn't realize you'd actually learned so much in Shenzhen. Get lost."

"I can't help it, Shenzhen is the forefront of China's reforms. Everyone here has an obligation to explore, don't you think?"

"You? You want to explore? Don't embarrass yourself! Get lost, get lost."

"Why can't I explore?"

"You? Don't say I look down on you, what can you explore?"

"For example, exploring the ethics and aesthetics of China's new era, and urban sex science, etc."

"Disgusting, I feel like throwing up."

"What an old feudalist! It's people like you who hinder the progress of scientific exploration."

(From *Cohabitation Life*, Chapter 3)

"Oh dear, it seems this young lady is truly guilty of a grave sin, hindering our greatest contemporary sociologist from conducting explorations concerning the nation's survival!"

"You know you're wrong now! How do you plan to atone for the sins you've committed against the Chinese nation?"

"Die already! Die already! The more I talk, the more energetic you get."

"You're the one who says you're guilty, how come it's all my fault? It really proves Mencius's words: 'Only petty men and women are difficult to deal with.' Hey, want some water?"

"Looks like we've both proven Mencius's words. After rambling on with you for so long, I'm actually a bit thirsty. Pour me a glass of water, and I'll forgive you."

A moment later, he brought over two glasses of cool boiled water. "Hey, where do I put them?"

My hands were covered in soap, and after looking around, there really was nowhere to put them, so I said to him, "Close your eyes and bring them over."

"You're being so unreasonable! Sigh, what can I do, I'm just unlucky!" Saying that, he squatted down and brought the water to my lips. "To be honest, you should close your eyes, that way I'll feel more comfortable."

I took a mouthful of water and pretended to spit him out. He jumped aside, "Hey! Hey! Hey! You're really trying to be nice, but you don't get any reward."

"You're kind? More like heartless! You're full of bad intentions. I really don't understand you men, especially you married men. Are you that good-looking? Water!"

He said while feeding me water, "You don't understand. This isn't the primitive society anymore. Ever since people started wearing clothes, a woman's breasts have been her most prominent external physiological feature. She uses that to attract the opposite sex. It would be a problem if the opposite sex didn't pay attention to them."

While I was drinking water, his eyes never left my breasts. I no longer avoided him, and his eyes became bolder.

"Pour out the water for me, and get me another basin."

He placed the water in front of me and continued, "You call yourself a highly educated person? Don't tell me you're my classmate; you know nothing."

"Go to hell! You're full of twisted logic and heresies. Is this how you study modern sociology? Shameful!"

"If you don't understand, just admit it. Don't desecrate science! I refuse to believe that you women don't have that urge to explore a man's body."

"You're absolutely right. As far as I know, most women don't have any visual or sensory needs when it comes to a man's body. Look at all those men's magazines; the popular ones always have pictures of naked women. But how many women's magazines have naked men? I admit, women definitely have some sensory needs for men, but not visually; it's about physical contact and emotional connection. So, in terms of 'sex,' women are rational, while men are animals."

"Classic! I didn't realize that! What you said actually makes a lot of sense. So, men shouldn't satisfy women by displaying their bodies; there should be intimate physical contact. Women, on the other hand, have many ways to satisfy men. Sometimes, just letting men look at them is enough. But for true satisfaction, there's no difference between men and women; both need deep physical contact."

"I agree with that, but there's one thing you're not entirely right about: women also need visual stimulation. A handsome man and an ordinary man excite a woman to a different degree. You might say women seek out handsome men to show off, but who would let others see their intimate moments? Also, women get excited watching porn. Anyway, I can't really explain it, but it's true that many women don't like pictures of naked men."

"I really don't understand this aspect of women's psychology. But societal development does influence women's preferences, don't you think?"

“I admit it. Back then, which woman would dare to dress like this? Including her normal sexual needs, which woman would dare to bring them up? Suppressing one's needs seemed to be the ‘upright’ thing, while actively pursuing them was considered ‘heretical.’ I’ve found that Shenzhen is more open and more in line with human nature than our place. Change my water.”

He changed my water, but seemed to be deep in thought. I don’t know what I’ve touched on. After a long pause, he slowly said, "Have you read any books on this topic?"

"Where would I read them? I'm just casually sharing my feelings. It seems there aren't any books on this topic in China yet. Think about it, who dared to study these things during the Cultural Revolution? It's only been a few years since we opened up, but even now, 'sex' is still a taboo subject. Who studies it?"

"So, for you, a woman of the new era, what's your biggest concern right now?"

"What do you mean?"

"The relationship between men and women, both physiological and psychological." "

The psychological aspect is hard to explain, and the physiological aspect is much more complex. There's the fear of gaining weight, bad skin, and then there's the breasts that you men are interested in—there are many things. Everyone's situation is different, so the concerns are different. What about you?"

"The psychological aspect is also hard to explain, and the physiological aspect is mainly about sexual function. Believe it or not, whether it's good or bad depends mainly on your female reactions."

"When have you ever cared about our feelings? You're always just satisfying your own needs."

"You're wrong about that. A woman's arousal is the best encouragement for us."

I suddenly noticed that while we were discussing these issues, he seemed to have lost interest in my breasts and was only looking at my face as he spoke. Men are so strange. Then he continued, "The more a man loves his wife, the more he cares about satisfying her."

"Change the water again. You really are like a fake scholar studying social issues."

He put down the water and said, "What are you saying? Here, let me rinse it for you?"

I was really tired, so I stood up. He sat on the stool and started rinsing the clothes. I suddenly regretted it—my bra and panties were in there, but there was nothing I could do, so I let him do it.

I was a little thirsty, so I went to get some water. Then I heard him say, "Pour me a glass."

I returned with two glasses of water, and then I heard him continue, "Studying these issues absolutely cannot be done without the cooperation of you women. Like what you said today, I could never have imagined it, and it's impossible for me to know how women view these issues."

"Your flattery is too clumsy. Here, have some water." I said, squatting down and bringing the water to his lips. He drank the water in one gulp, his gaze returning to my chest.

"To be honest, your breasts are really perfect, I really want to touch them."

"You're disgusting!" I said, and poured the remaining half glass of water in my cup down his neck.

He exclaimed dramatically, "You're too ruthless! I was just saying!"

"You deserve to be punished for saying the wrong thing!"

"You wait, don't fall into my hands."

"So what if I fall into your hands? Hey, is your wife's big?"

"About the same size as yours, but not as white. Okay, all done washing, how are you going to thank me?"

"Dream on, hang it out to dry."

After we finished hanging the clothes and went back inside, I brewed a pot of tea and said to him, "Here, have some tea, consider it a thank you."

"You're thanking me like this?"

"Then how else do you want me to thank you?"

"Let me touch it."

"Get lost."

"Sigh, I've wasted my whole afternoon."

"You really want to touch it?"

He paused for a moment, then grinned at me mischievously and said, "Of course I do."

We argued back and forth like this for a while, laughing and joking, and finally, I don't know how, we agreed. We agreed that he would be blindfolded and could only touch me once, and he agreed. So, he took a towel and blindfolded himself, and I grabbed his hand and slipped it under my tank top, placing it on my breast. He gently grasped my breasts, kneading them. I can't quite describe the feeling, but it was definitely quite comfortable. He was the first man besides my husband to touch my breasts. He greedily slid his hands over my breasts, refusing to let go.

Although I was enjoying it, I was also very clear-headed, afraid he would ask for more, so I said, "Hey, is that enough?"

"We agreed on just one time, it's not over yet."

"Okay, okay, let go." I said, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him away, but he gripped it even tighter, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The more I pulled, the tighter he gripped.

"You're hurting me, let go, I'm going to get angry."

He still didn't let go, but used his other hand to pull down the towel over his eyes, looking at my breasts and saying, "I'd only ever heard of snow-white skin before, and thought it was nonsense, but today I finally believe it."

"Stop talking nonsense, let go."

"Let me kiss you one more time and I'll let go."

I had no choice, and besides, I wasn't really disgusted by him, so I nodded and released his hand.

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