The married woman's helpless affair had nothing to do with orgasm.

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Old streets, alleys, and low-rise houses scattered haphazardly in the corners of the city—this is my home. Yesterday, my home was happy and warm. Although it was a bit poor, I always felt I was the happiest person because I had a virtuous and beautiful wife, Wang Yanjuan.

Our parents were friends from the same factory, and our families were very close. When I was ten, my father passed away from illness. My mother raised my brother and me with great difficulty. Wang Yanjuan's parents took great care of us, and from then on, Wang Yanjuan and I spent all our time playing together and going to school together.

Perhaps it was fate, but on the very day my brother received his university acceptance letter, my mother, overwhelmed with emotion, suffered a sudden heart attack and passed away. This devastating news was like a bolt from the blue. My brother and I knelt beside our mother, weeping and wailing. My brother decided not to go to university and instead prepare to work to support the family.

I was a high school freshman at the time, and my grades were average. To allow my older brother to go to university, I decided to drop out. We argued several times, but in the end, it was decided that my brother would continue

his studies while I dropped out and went home. To support me, Wang Yanjuan's father went to the neighborhood committee multiple times. Through their mediation, I got a job as an apprentice in a community-run factory. My meager income barely covered our living expenses. I scrimped and saved to support my brother's education; you can imagine how difficult those days were.

Wang Yanjuan didn't get into university after graduating high school and became a factory worker in a textile factory. During that time, she often helped me, secretly bringing me food. Naturally, we fell in love; those were the happiest times of my life.

Her mother found out about our relationship but didn't scold us or say much. She simply called me to her home, talked to me, and quietly began preparing for our wedding.

Our wedding was the simplest; the bedding was all handmade by my mother-in-law. My brother also came back specially. The whole family had a happy meal together, and that was it. I've always felt indebted to my parents-in-law and my wife for this.

Our married life was filled with happiness and joy. I never felt tired, I was incredibly loving towards my wife, and I was extremely filial to my parents-in-law.

My older brother graduated and stayed on to teach at the university. He soon got married too; his wife was his classmate, and her family was well-off. After his marriage, my brother lived with his parents-in-law.

Because of our limited means, we didn't have children yet, planning to wait a few years. Three years passed peacefully and happily. We were both twenty-five years old.

Perhaps everything was predestined. By chance, at a reunion of some classmates, Wang Zhongli, whom we used to dislike the most and who was the worst student, appeared before us in all his glory. Back in school, he was the one who often wrote love letters and passed notes to Wang Yanjuan.

In recent years, I heard he had made a fortune in the clothing business in Guangzhou. I didn't pay much attention to him; to be honest, I looked down on him.

But not long after that reunion, my wife began to change. She started to care more about her appearance, and she began to speak to me with a hint of resentment. I tried my best to cheer her up, but she often spaced out and sighed inexplicably.

July 6th, 1995—yesterday—was the day that changed my life. In the morning, there was a meeting at the factory. The old factory director, with tears in his eyes, announced the list of laid-off workers. I was third on the list. I couldn't believe it was true. I don't know how I got out of the factory; my mind was in turmoil.

How could I tell my wife when I got home? Life was already tight, and now I was laid off. Sigh! The narrow alley became unusually dark, and my steps home were heavy.

I took out my keys, gently opened the gate, and bent down to enter the small yard. "Huh?" My wife's bicycle was in the yard. Wasn't she at work? Why were the curtains drawn when the windows were open in broad daylight? I felt angry. As I reached the door, I heard the creaking of the wooden bed and my wife's moans coming from the low window.

My mind went blank. I knew those sounds all too well. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe it—my wife was cheating on me, having sex with someone else. No, no, I must have misheard.

I leaned against the wall, my trembling hand gently parting the curtains a crack. What every man dreads was unfolding before my eyes: two naked bodies embracing on the bed. My wife's legs were spread, wrapped around a man's waist. His buttocks thrust, and I could clearly see his hard penis inside her, wetness splashing everywhere, making a squelching sound as he fucked her.

My eyes blazed with fury and shame; I could hear my own heart pounding with rage. The man sat up, holding my wife's waist, excitedly saying, "Juanzi, your pussy is so tight! I didn't expect you to be so horny! Ah, ah, does it feel good when I fuck you? Haha, I'm better at fucking you than Ershun, right? Ah, ah, divorce him and be my wife, I'll fuck you every day! Ah, ah..."

My wife moaned, a flicker of unease and excitement crossing her contorted face.

"Mmm, mmm, don't mention him, hurry up and fuck me, ah, ah, so good, so good, ah, ah!"

Is this my wife? How could she say such lewd things? The man is Wang Zhongli, his big mouth sucking on Juanzi's nipple, moaning and thrusting his ass.

I angrily turned around, grabbed a wooden stick from the yard, stepped into the house through the low window, and kicked Wang Zhongli. His penis drew a line of water and fell to the ground with a "plop," and I raised the stick. Juanzi rushed over in terror and hugged me, shouting, "Stop! Stop it! Zhongli, run!"

Juanzi and I wrestled together. Wang Zhongli grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the house, hurriedly pulled on his pants, and ran out of the yard.

I couldn't accept this fact. I pushed my naked wife down, angrily pointing a wooden stick at her and yelling, "You slut, how could you do this to me? You're shameless! Are you really that cheap and deserving of being fucked? Tell me!"

After a brief moment of panic and fear, Juanzi calmed down, sat on the ground, her hair disheveled, and tears streaming down her face. She said, "Ershun, hit me if you want. I'm sorry. Now that you've caught me, I won't hide it from you anymore. This is the third time we've done this. Ershun, calm down."

Calm down my ass! I grabbed my wife's hair, lifted her up, and threw her onto the bed.

"Three times? How dare you say that? What am I to you? Tell me, give me a straight answer!"

Juanzi covered her face and cried, "Ershun, I've been married to you for three years. I've never doubted your love for me, and I love you too, I'll love you for the rest of my life. But I can't live like this anymore. I thought that as long as we loved each other, even drinking cold water would be happiness. But we have to face reality. I've had enough. I've had enough of having to lower my head and crouch down to get into the yard like a mouse hole. This lousy house is so cramped, I can practically touch the ceiling with my hand. It's so oppressive.

You know I've been cheating on you, but do you know I've been laid off for half a month? I didn't dare tell you. I went out to look for work, but I was rejected time and time again. Do you know how desperate I was? After that gathering, Wang Zhongli often contacted me and invited me to dinner. Out of consideration for our friendship, I went. He gave me a gold necklace. You know I've always wanted a gold necklace, but we didn't have the money to buy one.

He put it on me, knelt down in front of me, and said he..." He loved me and said many sweet words. I was confused and lost my sense of self. I was taken to bed by him in a daze, and he took advantage of me in a daze. I cried, cursed him, and hit him. He begged me to divorce my husband and marry me.

I didn't agree. I didn't love him, I hated him. Maybe it was my hypocrisy and vanity that got the better of me. In his bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror with a gold chain. I knew I was finished. I was intoxicated, intoxicated by his big bathroom. I hated queuing for the toilet every morning, I hated having to use a basin to shower.

Ershun, I'm sorry, in the bathroom, he took advantage of me again. I didn't resist or struggle. I took the initiative. Call me cheap if you want. He promised to let me buy him clothes, promised to give me money, promised to buy me an apartment.

I felt ashamed, I regretted it, I was afraid you would know, but I couldn't resist the temptation. Ershun, I want a comfortable home. I... I can't take it anymore, sob sob sob…”

The wooden stick fell to the ground, my heart bled, and I sat on the floor in agony. I had never been so sad. "A gold necklace, haha, a gold necklace can bury our love." I felt so guilty. A grown man, unable to even meet his wife's most basic needs—how pathetic!

My wife was laid off, and I didn't even know. What kind of man am I? Sigh! So lonely, so painful. Looking at Juanzi, who was dressed, my heart ached.

Juanzi gently pulled me up and said, "Ershun, I never thought of abandoning you, really. I just wanted us to have a comfortable home. Forgive my infidelity. Love can't put food on the table. I love you, that's enough. Let's both calm down, okay?"

I sat blankly on the bed, endlessly thinking: love, family, family, love, money, love, money, family.

For a day and a night, Juanzi and I sat there silently.

As dawn broke, I let out a long breath and said firmly, "Juanzi, call Wang Zhongli here. I have something to say to you both. Don't worry, there won't be any arguments."

Juanzi hesitated for a moment before going out to use a public phone to page Wang Zhongli. A little while later, Wang Zhongli arrived, looking somewhat fearful as he stood before me. Juanzi was also standing on the floor, head bowed.

I pointed to a stool, gesturing for them to sit down, and said in a low, distressed voice, "Wang Zhongli, do you really love Juanzi?"

Wang Zhongli blushed and said, "Yes, Ershun, I loved Juanzi when we were in school. Juanzi was the prettiest girl in our class, and I can never forget her. I did something wrong to you, and I... I'm willing to make it up to you. Ershun, just name your price."

I looked at him with disdain and said, "You overestimate yourself, and you underestimate me, Ershun. Do you really want to marry Juanzi?"

Wang Zhongli stood up and said, "Ershun, yes, I really do. I dream about it."

I said coldly: "Fine, Juanzi and I will divorce today. You can marry Juanzi openly now."

Juanzi burst into tears, saying, "No, Ershun, no, no, I never thought of leaving you. You... please stop talking. I won't see him anymore, okay?"

I shook my head and said, "Juanzi, I've thought it through. I've wronged you so much these past few years. From the day you married me, I've treated you like a precious treasure, afraid to say a word to you. Now I realize that as a husband, that's not enough. But I have nothing else to give you. It's so sad. I don't resent you. I have to..." "Thank you. In all these years, I haven't even bought you a decent piece of clothing. There's nothing valuable in this house. Take whatever you like."

Juanzi burst into tears, sobbing, "No, no, Ershun, please stop. I'm so sorry. Can't we go back to the way things were before? Please stop, sob sob..." It

was too late. His heart was dead. He smiled bitterly and said, "Juanzi, you deserve the life you want. I can't give you that, but he can. Wang Zhongli, you must treat Juanzi well. Juanzi is timid; you must cherish and care for her. If you treat her badly, I won't let you off the hook."

Wang Zhongli said excitedly, "Ershun, you're a real man. I've said so much today. I truly love Juanzi. Don't worry, I'll make Juanzi happy. If you ever need anything, just let me know, and I'll definitely help."

There was no need to say anything more. I had no heart to listen to Juanzi's cries and pleas. Numbly, I saw Juanzi and Wang Zhongli off, watching Juanzi turn back again and again, her familiar figure slowly fading into the distance, blurring and disappearing. I returned home, collapsed onto the bed, and uncontrollably burst into tears. My family was broken, my wife was someone else's, I lost my job, everything was gone.

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