[A Strange Encounter with a Big Chicken Migrant Worker] (The End) Author: Unknown

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Although several years have passed, I still often recall that incident. Thinking back now,
I can hardly believe how bold I was. That year, I had only been married for a year. I had just tasted the pleasures of being a man and
realized such a wonderful thing could exist. That autumn, the exterior wall of my house needed to be renovated. The original cladding
had fallen off, making it very unsafe. The original cladding had to be removed and replaced. Scaffolding was erected layer by layer
, and the outside of the scaffolding was surrounded by something like plastic netting. One layer of scaffolding was right in the middle of our
window . The community property management was quite responsible, fearing that thieves would break into the house through the scaffolding. They warned every household
to keep their windows closed, and that if the window fuses broke, they would repair them for free.

Unfortunately, my husband has to go on a business trip during this time, and it will be for a long period of time. After he leaves
, I will be living alone. There will be no one to check the windows for me at night, no one to hold me while I sleep, and what makes it even harder for me is that there is no
man to give me physical satisfaction. Every night feels like torture.

I don't like masturbating, but I have to do it.

The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye. I lazily got out of bed and went to the window. As usual, I reached for the curtains, but then I thought
, "No, there's construction outside." So I gently lifted the curtains to check the weather. When I looked up, I
was shocked. Right to the left of my window was a drainpipe. Rainwater
flowed down through this pipe, and each floor had a square funnel to collect it. A construction worker was urinating there. Being a construction worker
, he urinated anywhere. He was standing on scaffolding at shoulder height, and his penis was right above my head.
I could see it clearly. It was the first time I'd ever seen a man urinate up close. His penis was dark, the urine was thick, and it
smelled pungent. I even noticed that men urinate at an upward angle (not parallel to the penis), and his
penis was so large, especially the exposed bone. It was much bigger than my husband's. My heart pounded. I
gently pulled the curtains back down. The man hadn't yet noticed that I'd seen him urinate.

My mind was in turmoil, and I kept thinking about the passionate, intoxicating moments I'd shared with my husband.

A few minutes later, I gradually calmed down and, wanting to see what kind of migrant worker he was, I mustered my courage and
pulled back the curtains. The
worker . He'd come over to urinate earlier.

I peeked out; he looked about 25-26 years old, quite tall and strong
, with thick thighs and dark skin. His large, muscular hands were particularly striking, constantly working. He was
wearing cheap jeans, and his crotch looked very prominent; I could feel the outline of his penis.

I pulled the curtains back down, my mind wandering.

It had been 5-6 days since we'd had sex, and the thought of it made my heart pound like crazy, followed by
a thousand a feeling of wetness.

I quickly went to the bathroom, took off my clothes, and took a hot shower, trying to calm my restless heart.

The more I tried to calm down, the less calm my body became. Suddenly, a bizarre idea popped into my
head: to lure the migrant worker to keep me company that night. As soon as this thought arose, my mind went haywire, filled with wild fantasies. I tried to reassure myself,
thinking it wouldn't hurt—it was just wishful thinking, I suppose. But this reassurance led to a problem: how to carry it out? How to seduce him
? I couldn't very well whisper to him, "Hey young man, come keep me company tonight!" The thought seemed ridiculous. Then,

a sudden inspiration struck: why not give it a try? Thus, a staged scenario was created. But the migrant worker wasn't actually
working outside my window; all my ideas were just absurd daydreams.

I quickly ate a simple lunch and planned to lie down for a while. Just as I lay down, the scaffolding outside the window
started clattering. The migrant workers were going to work. I saw a shadow stop at my window sill. Oh, he
was working at my window this afternoon! My heart started pounding again, and the fantasies I had this morning resurfaced. I don't know where I
got the courage, like an animal that had lost its mind. I quietly peeked through the curtains to both sides. Yes,
it was the young migrant worker who had urinated at my window this morning. I looked around again; there were no other migrant workers next to him.
Silently placed my phone on the small table by the window and dialed my own number from the bedside phone.
My phone rang. I deliberately made a sound, like I was waking up from a dream, to answer the call. Who is it? Oh, my husband!
So I pretended to call my husband. I was very nervous because it was a fake call, so it
didn't matter . I was deliberately speaking to the migrant workers outside the window. I wanted to tell him something like, "I miss you (husband) very much
. I'm lonely at night (telling him I'm all alone at night, a very lonely woman)." My husband
told me to be careful and to lock the window to prevent thieves. I replied that we didn't have any money,
so I wasn't afraid of thieves. I deliberately added that the window lock was broken and I couldn't lock it, and that I had tied it with a rope, but it probably
wasn't secure.

Then, I don't know where the idea came from, I started saying some very flirtatious things, almost like talking about sex over the phone.

I really don't remember the exact details of the fake call, but I roughly told him that there was a lonely woman living in this house
whose husband was away on a business trip, and that the window was broken and he could climb in.

I rambled on and then said goodbye. I figured he was eavesdropping. Anyway, I'd already said and
fantasized, so I figured I might as well give it a try. If I didn't want him to come tonight, I'd just lock the window; the lock was
working, after all.

Night fell again. I watched two episodes of a TV series before turning off the lights and going to bed. I

thought to myself, "Heh, what effect will my noon phone call have on that young migrant worker? Will he be so bold
as to come?" All my questions remained unanswered. It was 10 pm, still no sound. 11 pm, still no sound.
I thought, "Just kidding, a self-directed, self-acted phone joke without an audience." Thinking about this, I gradually fell asleep.
The night passed peacefully. When I woke up the next day, I thought it was ridiculous.

The next day, I stopped thinking about what had happened the day before. I thought, "Women don't get to find this kind of good thing easily."
It was laughable. I took a shower, went online, watched TV, and went to bed as usual.

In the middle of the night, I heard a creaking

sound, like the sound of scaffolding outside the window. I suddenly woke up, then the sound stopped. A moment later, there was another creaking
sound, like the sound of my window moving. I immediately tensed up. Then, the curtains moved, and a dark figure slipped in through
the window . My heart pounded with fear. I pretended to be asleep. Moonlight was already shining into half the room.
Zi felt very bright. He tiptoed to the bedside and suddenly covered my mouth with his hand. I opened my eyes and saw
his face. Was he the migrant worker who urinated yesterday? The man was older and shorter than the migrant worker who urinated yesterday
. His eyes were big and bright. Although he was a migrant worker, there was still a hint of handsomeness between his eyebrows.

In that instant, I saw another dark figure jump in through the window. I was terrified. I tried to struggle against
the large hand covering my mouth, but he was too strong. I was like a lamb. He
ripped open the straps of my pajamas, and the silk nightgown fell open, exposing my naked body to him. Another person quickly
came to my bedside. In front of those two strong migrant workers, I was like a lamb, powerless to resist. Four
strong hands held my body down. I looked at the other person; he was the migrant worker who had urinated yesterday. I understood
. He had found another person to take turns with me today. This thought filled me with both fear and excitement. I paused for a moment…
The slightly older man (probably under 30) spoke in a rough, low voice into my ear, “Little beauty
, don’t be afraid. We’re not bad people. We won’t hurt you or steal your things. We know
you’re lonely. We’re just here to keep you company, hehe!” The voices were deep and low,
like two ferocious beasts. I felt like I was struggling, but I couldn't feel it, at least they couldn't. I was like
a bound scarecrow, completely immobile. My heart pounded, and I felt an inexplicable
anticipation . What was it? Was it the restlessness of loneliness? I didn't know! I only knew I felt a certain excitement. My
mind was a mess; I couldn't find a reason to respond to them! I told myself, was it a dream? Was I drunk?
I chuckled inwardly, thinking how self-deceptive I was.

So I decided to relax and give myself a pleasant night.

I lay on the bed, limp and let him take liberties with me.

I closed my eyes shyly, letting him do as he pleased.

With four hands, the two of them easily stripped me of my already scant pajamas
, leaving me only in a small pair of panties. I don't usually wear a bra to bed, and I don't know who it was, but they
started roughly groping and squeezing my breasts. The migrant workers were heavy-handed, and it hurt a little. They pulled down my panties,
completely exposing my body to their view. I don't even know when they had taken off their own clothes. There was
no foreplay, no romance, no licking or sucking. They spread my legs and went straight to the point
. My legs instinctively tried to close, but I was powerless. He placed my legs on his broad shoulders
, and something hard and warm clumsily thrust against me. My love juice, or more accurately, my lustful
juice, was already overflowing.

It finally found the right spot, and with a forceful thrust, I felt an incredible fullness in my lower body! Wow, it's really
big , hard, hot, and full—more full than my husband. I suddenly remembered a saying: "Life is like being
raped; if you can't resist, then just enjoy it." That's a kind of self-comfort.

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