The housewife across the street [Full story]

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"Phew—", I let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from my brow, and collapsed onto the sofa I'd just moved into, which wasn't even properly set up yet, rubbing my aching legs and arms.

After more than two months of hard work, the decoration of my new home was finally complete. A moment later, "bang bang bang

," came the sound of knocking on the security door.

I'd just arrived; my new home didn't have a doorbell yet. "Who is it?" I asked. "Your neighbor across the hall." Hearing this, I quickly replied, "Coming."

There's a saying that a close neighbor is better than a distant relative; it's important to maintain good neighborly relations, especially now that social order is bad and thieves are rampant.

I opened the door, and a tall man of about forty years old stood outside. I'm short, and he was nearly 1.8 meters tall, almost a head taller than me.

"Please come in," I said. "You've moved in? I saw you moving things downstairs."

"Yes, but I won't be able to move in for a while." "The renovation is quite nice." He looked up and surveyed my apartment.

"Not really, just average." To be honest, due to financial constraints, the renovation was unremarkable except for the wooden floors. There was hardly any furniture, let alone any modern appliances like a home theater system.

"Please sit down." I gestured to the sofa. "It's not finished yet, not even a drop of water."

I took out a cigarette. "Want one?" He reached out, took it, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke. --A heavy smoker. I thought, observing his posture and the smoke he exhaled.

We sat on the sofa and started chatting. During our conversation, I learned that his surname was Chen, he worked at a quality inspection institute in the city, and he had moved in over a year ago, living right across from me. Soon after, I saw a woman with a good figure unlocking the door in the apartment across the street—his.

Old Chen called to her, and the woman turned around. Seeing him sitting in my apartment, she came over. Like her husband, she immediately surveyed the apartment's renovation upon entering.

"She's the new neighbor, surnamed Liu," Old Chen introduced. “This is my wife,” he said to me again. “Oh, hello,” his wife smiled at me.

“Hello,” I stood up to greet her. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties, quite resembling Jiang Shan in appearance.

Her skin was smooth and fair, with a soft glow. She must have a very fulfilling sex life,

I couldn’t help but think. -- They say women with satisfying sex lives have beautiful skin.

“Go back,” she called to her husband as she turned. Her husband stood up. “Come over sometime,” he said to me.

“Okay, I will when I have time.” I saw them out. His wife was probably around 1.6 meters tall, about my height.

“What a beautiful woman,” I thought to myself, watching her retreating figure.

About two days later, I delivered some things to our new home and ran into Old Chen’s wife on the stairs. I smiled and nodded to her. She smiled back. That was my greeting. To be honest, I’m not good at talking or socializing, and I’m not tall or particularly good-looking, so I’m always a little insecure.

As I was leaving, I saw the door across the street was open, so I went over.

I knocked on the open door, and Old Chen peeked out from the room next to the living room. "It's you, please come in, please come in."

I went in and sat down on his sofa. Old Chen poured me a glass of water. After chatting for a few minutes, I stood up and looked around his house, with Old Chen accompanying me. Then we sat back down, and he complimented the house, saying how beautiful it was, and chatted about random things, hoping to see Mrs. Chen, but she didn't show up. After sitting for a while, I got bored and said goodbye.

About ten days later, I received a call from Old Chen at work. He said that both of our security doors had been broken into, and asked me to come over that evening so we could go to the community management office together. That evening, I went to Old Chen's house first, and then we met up and went to the community management office together. Old Chen's wife followed behind. When we

arrived at the property management office, Old Chen and his wife spoke first, excitedly explaining the situation to a manager-looking person.

Unexpectedly, the manager arrogantly said, "There's nothing we can do about what you're saying. We're only responsible for public area security."

Mr. and Mrs. Chen were stunned, unable to think of anything to say.

"But the property management fee you collect includes security fees. Didn't you hire security guards for the community? What kind of security is public safety? What does it have to do with the residents? If you're only responsible for public area security, then the residents' safety interests aren't guaranteed. What are you managing then? What responsibility do you bear? Then we don't need to pay this fee," I said.

"Yes, yes, what responsibility do you bear? Then we don't need to pay this fee," Mrs. Chen echoed.

With our insistence, the property management company finally agreed to send someone over the next day to investigate and compensate us for the damage.

Mr. and Mrs. Chen seemed very happy as we left the community property management office. They invited me to their home for a while.

So I went up with them.

Because of my behavior at the community property management office, they were very polite to me.

Especially Mrs. Chen, sitting on the sofa next to me, was still caught up in the excitement and joy of her successful negotiation. Her face was flushed, her eyebrows were dancing, and she was loudly reciting her negotiation "theory," even occasionally lifting her skirt to reveal a section of her white, plump thigh without realizing it.

I would steal glances at her thighs every now and then. My heart fluttered—she was truly a beauty, I thought.

Afraid that Mr. Chen and she would find out, I didn't dare to look too much, but that section of white, plump thigh kept appearing in front of me for several days.

More than twenty days later, three or four days before my wedding, since we were neighbors after all, I decided to send them an invitation to build a good relationship.

Mrs. Chen's white thighs were still in my mind.

So I went to Mr. Chen's house, but Mr. Chen wasn't there. I gave the invitation to Mrs. Chen, told her about the wedding, and asked them to come.

Mrs. Chen's smiling face immediately fell, and she looked a little unhappy, barely responding to me.

—What a stingy woman, she's probably afraid of giving a wedding gift. I thought about it. I was quite unhappy.

But then I thought about how stingy she was, and her fair thighs, and I felt happy instead.

On the wedding day, neither of them came, only sending a 50-yuan red envelope. -- What a stingy couple.

After the wedding, I moved into the new house and became Mrs. Chen's right-hand neighbor.

Five or six days later, I took the gift for their son—which cost more than twice the amount of their wedding gift, along with a bag of candy and two packs of cigarettes—and went to their house to express my gratitude.

Their seven or eight-year-old son jumped up with joy when he saw the gift.

Mrs. Chen and Mr. Chen also seemed very happy and explained why they hadn't come. I secretly chuckled to myself.

Knowing that Mr. Chen and his wife loved to take advantage of small things, when I visited their house, I always brought some small trinkets for their son, or deliberately left half-smoked cigarettes on their coffee table when I left, or when my wife wasn't home, I would buy some good food and wine and bring it to Mr. Chen's house for a few drinks.

Old Chen and his wife were very welcoming to me because they always got something for themselves whenever I visited. They were always happy to see me, and our relationship improved day by day.

Sometimes they would cook something nice and occasionally come over to invite me.

But to be fair, although Mrs. Chen was a bit greedy, she was a decent woman. Her clothes at home were always neat and tidy, leaving no room for me to feast my eyes.

A few times, she wore a low-cut, collarless blouse, only revealing a patch of her white breasts, not even a cleavage. Or she wore a mid-length skirt, revealing an inch or two above her knees, showing off her pretty white calves, but never revealing any of her white thighs for me to see.

Old Chen had a very easy job, and his company never sent him on business trips. He had little social life, and besides smoking and drinking, he had no other vices, not even playing the popular national pastime—mahjong. He basically stayed home after work. Mrs. Chen was the epitome of a devoted wife and mother. It seemed I had no chance at all.

After more than a year, I gained nothing, except knowing that Mrs. Chen's name was Yang Xiufang, that she was 33 years old, and that she worked at an insurance company, and the few thousand yuan I spent at their house that I considered a "dumb account." Thinking about the debts I'd incurred, I was still unwilling to give up.

Soon after, my daughter was born. My wife was taken to the countryside by my mother-in-law for postpartum care. I was left alone, so whenever I had free time, I'd go to Old Chen

's house. I ended up spending several hundred yuan more on these "dead debts." One time, Mrs. Chen was bending over, wiping the dining chairs at the table. I pretended to go to the restroom, and as I passed her, I casually touched her buttocks. She looked up at me, but I pretended not to notice and walked past without turning back. That one touch had already made my heart pound. I thought in the restroom: I have to get my hands on her, no matter what.

The next day was Saturday, around six in the afternoon. I took three bottles of Great Wall red wine, bought some fish and meat, and knocked on Old Chen's door.

When the door opened, I saw Mrs. Chen standing there, and I said, "Sister Yang, I'm here for dinner again."

Mrs. Chen said, "You're here, why bring anything? Xiao Hong, you're always so polite, I'm so sorry." She took my things and went to the kitchen.

I sat with Old Chen on the sofa for a while and watched TV, then went to the kitchen and said, "Sister Yang, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, no, just wait and eat." I snuggled up to her, praising her cooking and saying I wanted to learn a dish.

Actually, I was looking at her slender waist, high breasts, and round buttocks, having impulsive thoughts, and several times I wanted to lean in and hug her.

After standing there for a while, afraid that she and Old Chen would become suspicious, I couldn't linger too long, so I went back to the living room to watch TV.

About half an hour later, Mrs. Chen brought out all the dishes and said dinner was ready. So the three of them and I sat down at the table to eat.

As usual, Old Chen and I drank, and Mrs. Chen poured herself a small glass, drinking while eating. By the time we finished eating, she had also finished her drink. I offered to pour her some more, but she repeatedly said no. She sat there waiting for her son to eat [full text], and after watching TV with her son for a while, she took a bath for him and put him to bed.

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