A Virtuous Wife and Loving Mother's Hookup Story

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This is a true reflection of Letong's life. That day, she went swimming. Lao Dong wanted to go to the deep end, but Letong, being a non-swimmer, could only stay in the shallow end. Bored by herself, she clung to the wall, moving about 50 meters across the pool to be next to him. Her feet barely touched the bottom. Letong reached for his shoulder and clung to him. Lao Dong, expressionless, simply said, "Don't cling to me, cling to the wall." It wasn't anger, nor disdain; it was just normal conversation. What was swimming like before marriage? He held her tightly, relentlessly taking advantage of her in the water. He would accompany her in the shallow end, even the children's area, and if she choked on water, he'd worry about her life. Letong watched him swim on, completely ignoring her. She was furious. She secretly climbed out of the pool, changed her clothes, and went to KFC for two hamburgers. Then, to her surprise, she discovered he had put her phone and car keys in her bag. She then drove home alone. While doing all this, she felt a mixture of vengeful pleasure, hatred, and anticipation. She could see that all of this stemmed from her own fragile heart, the panic that followed being ignored. Two hours later, the doorbell rang. Le Tong answered the door nonchalantly. Old Dong was furious: "Are you crazy?" Le Tong didn't answer. Old Dong gulped down a large glass of water, his anger subsiding somewhat. He said, "Didn't you know my wallet and keys were in your bag? I walked for over an hour to get back." Then a hint of helplessness crept into his eyes: "How could I possibly know what I did wrong today?" Le Tong saw his slightly furrowed brows, where a trace of disdain was written. Le Tong's long-cultivated composure crumbled at that moment. Yes, he was tired of her acting up. Acting up was a wound to her self-esteem, an expression of dissatisfaction, a desire for attention. But it only earned her contempt. Old Dong turned on the TV and started watching the game, quickly becoming engrossed, grabbing beer and boiled peanuts from the refrigerator to cheer himself on, completely forgetting all their unpleasantness. Le Tong looked at him coldly, a thought suddenly popping into her head. She really wanted to try it, to hook up. She believed every woman was a slut at heart. She had been a devoted wife and mother because it gave her a sense of selfless dedication. Now she didn't want to dedicate herself anymore; she wanted to try something new. Hooking up was easy. She downloaded a social media app, posted a flirtatious picture of her back, and wrote "Young Wife" in her self-introduction—that was it. Her messages flooded in. Some even sent her pictures of their genitals, emphasizing their enormous size and impressive track record. After filtering through them, she chose a young man who spoke reasonably and politely. He sent her a photo; he was in his early twenties and looked refined. She decided to meet him because he seemed controllable. They agreed beforehand: no BDSM, condoms required, no oral sex, no genital warts, and the room would be split. The boy sent a smiley face: "No problem." He even considerately asked, "Would you like to eat first? That way, if you don't feel comfortable, you can leave after dinner." He was very considerate. They chose a casual restaurant. The boy sat there, saying very little, trying to avoid mentioning practical issues like work and family. Adding to the awkwardness, there were brief pauses in their conversation. They spoke little and incoherently, appearing like old acquaintances who had skipped all the formalities. After dinner, the boy asked, "Where to?" This brief exchange hadn't actually aroused her sexual desire. She considered saying, "I'll go home." But then she felt it would be impolite, might hurt him. Besides, they were already out, and he wasn't a bad person. She whispered, "You book." "There's a hotel nearby." They went upstairs together, and upon opening the door, both felt a little embarrassed. "Should we... take a shower first?" he asked Le Tong. Le Tong nodded and went to the bathroom to undress. She even took her bag in. Partly so she could apply BB cream after showering.After turning thirty, she felt too ashamed to show her face without makeup. She was also worried about being robbed, and she wasn't used to undressing in front of strangers. After showering, she tidied her face slightly, wrapped herself in her bathrobe, and came out carrying her clothes and bag. She looked a little comical. The boy chuckled, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt in front of her, and forcefully pulled it off, entering the bathroom shirtless. Le Tong stole a glance at his back; he had a particularly handsome waist and spine. The sound of running water in the bathroom was cheerful. She didn't know how much time had passed. Suddenly, the world went silent, and Le Tong felt a little nervous. She crossed her arms and walked to the window. "What am I doing?" she asked herself. She didn't know what she was doing either. The boy emerged, a towel wrapped around his lower body, his hair still wet. Seeing that she didn't seem inclined to get into bed immediately, he walked behind her, gently wrapped his arms around her, and rested his chin on her shoulder. They held each other silently for a while, and Le Tong slowly accepted him with her breath. She freed one hand and reached behind her, not looking at him, but simply ruffling his hair. "You know, with so many people coming and going in the world, why are we standing here today?" Le Tong asked. "Because of loneliness." Le Tong's heart skipped a beat. She turned around, hugged him, buried her face in his chest, and grew accustomed to his scent. The young man's skin was beautiful, his muscles firm, and she could feel his powerful erection. She leaned back. "I'm a bad woman," she thought to herself, "but who would know?" The boy suddenly lifted her up. She nimbly hooked her legs around his waist, wrapped herself around him, and kissed him. The mattress thudded, the sheets warped. The ceiling warped. The lights warped. Everything twisted and distorted. It came. A stampede of horses, a flood bursting its banks. Two strangers had never been so close, despair and excitement intertwined, possessing an astonishing explosive force. It was whole, broken, intense, and melancholic. Then a vast emptiness descended. They floated in the air like dust for a moment, composed themselves, and lay back down. "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Yes." "Then why are you still..." "Her family doesn't like me, we're breaking up soon. What about you?" "I'm married." The boy gave a faint "hmm" and didn't react. Then there was nothing more to talk about; any further conversation would inevitably touch on reality. They withdrew from their earlier enthusiasm and became strangers, their naked skin beginning to feel ashamed. He got up and dressed. Le Tong asked him, "How much for the room?" "Huh? You're going to give me money?" "We agreed to split it." "Six hundred." Le Tong was a little surprised; she thought a room booked by the hour would be enough, but he booked a full-day room. Since they weren't very familiar with each other, she didn't want to say anything. Le Tong gave him three hundred yuan. He refused, but she put it in his jeans pocket, and he didn't object further. They said goodbye at the elevator; Le Tong went straight home, and the boy went to check out. Nothing happened, Le Tong told herself. I don't owe him anything. I don't even know him. 3. Suddenly, things started to feel a little off. Le Tong noticed that the boy was always unusually close to her. 300 meters, 200 meters—he was always lingering near her. Unable to resist any longer, she asked him, "Where do you live?" He gave her the name of a neighborhood and building number. Le Tong almost fainted. He lived in the neighborhood next door. It had been quite a distance when they arranged to meet. The boy said, "I was at work then." She was a little panicked, but he was excited: "I didn't expect such a coincidence! Can I call you out anytime?" He suggested a place, an abandoned guard post in a corner of their neighborhood, saying it was very safe. Le Tong knew that place; it was always smelly and teeming with mosquitoes. She felt uncomfortable; he seemed to be treating her like a free prostitute. She even regretted giving him money. She had thought it was a way to gain self-respect and achieve equality, but the result was the opposite, making her feel even more worthless in retrospect. For women, after sleeping together, being loved is a compliment, not being loved is a humiliation—a curse women can never escape. She turned off distance. Three days later, the boy messaged: "Why can't I see your distance? Are you home? Want to come downstairs for a quickie?" "She was wearing an apron and cooking. Many guests had come to the house; the elderly were chatting on the sofa, and children were running around in the living room. Amidst the lively atmosphere, Le Tong suddenly saw her phone screen, jumped in fright, and quickly deleted the social media app. For the next few days, Le Tong was restless. 'Please don't run into him! Please don't run into him!' 'How come I've never seen him before?' They both looked so ordinary; maybe I wouldn't have noticed even if I'd bumped into them…' What she feared most came true. On Saturday, after dinner, Le Tong and Lao Dong went to walk the dog. On the way back, she saw her boyfriend parking his car in front of the supermarket. He looked at them through the windshield, and she immediately looked away, her heart pounding. Le Tong had a premonition that the boy would say something to her. Sure enough, when she got home, she secretly reinstalled the social media app and saw a bunch of his messages: 'Is that your husband? I know your husband. Why aren't you replying to me?'… Le Tong was horrified. This kind of thing is really nothing to men, even a source of pride, but for women, it's like a nightmare. 'How do you know him?'" "The boy said he had played ping-pong with the old Dong people during a community competition. Letong was terrified; he could threaten her at any time and give the old Dong people a knowing smile the next time they played ping-pong. She didn't want to play with fire, but she was just unlucky. The boy continued to beg her: 'Come out, I'll wait for you downstairs.' Letong refused his casual invitations, as if it were to satisfy his sudden sexual urges. But the boy persisted. Letong got angry: 'Why should I go? Do I owe you anything?' 'Don't you need anything?' 'I have a husband, thank you.'" "She uninstalled the social media apps. She vowed never to hook up again. She believed that indulgence wouldn't solve her problems. Her problems were psychological, completely unrelated to her physical health. 4. Every day after get off work, Letong avoided walking past the entrance of that residential area. Two months passed, and she didn't run into him again. Was he a tenant? Hopefully. That night, at the swimming pool, very suddenly, she saw her hookup boyfriend. He was with a young girl, very young, with a slender waist and delicate features. Their eyes briefly met, then looked away, met again, and then completely avoided each other. After a while, the girl went to the restroom, and the boy swam over. "Are you okay?" he asked her, while giving her a hard hug in the water, his hands wandering to places they shouldn't be. Letong remembered how she used to resent the old men in the pool who wouldn't touch her. Now that someone was touching her, she felt incredibly disgusted. She splashed out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool. The boy clung to the railing, looking at her with wet eyes. "Is that your girlfriend?" "No." "Le Tong pouted, "She's pretty." "Not the prettiest one I found." He was just a kid, more like trying to get back at her for being rude. Le Tong gave a bitter smile. The fleeting moment of emotion she'd felt during the climax was now completely gone. "She's from our neighborhood," the boy suddenly told her mysteriously. "She doesn't know yet." Le Tong was a little surprised. He told her that he kept his distance from strangers invisible, always observing them silently for a while before making his move, and he would make his moves in different places to create the illusion of a distance of several kilometers. In reality, the other person had no idea that he just wanted someone nearby so they could easily meet up after getting to know each other. "This one isn't as good as you. All she does is ask for this and that. She cost me ten thousand yuan in a month we've known each other." The boy didn't treat Letong like an outsider. Letong's heart felt like it had been wrung out. Why was she heartbroken? Just a casual sex partner. She realized then that she wasn't looking for a casual sex partner at all; she was clearly looking for a lover, while the man was the one with the clear purpose of looking for a casual sex partner. The desire for pleasure between men and women, the desire for love between women, it's never changed. Just then, the girl came over, and Letong quickly got up and left. On her way to change, Letong recited, "He's just a vibrator, he's just a vibrator." She encouraged herself, "Am I innocent? Of course not. Even if I found a lover, not a casual sex partner, I didn't give him any love, and I certainly wouldn't divorce my wife to live with such a kid. So I shouldn't feel wronged at all. Hooking up requires inner strength, gratitude for the moment." After showering, Letong saw five missed calls from Lao Dong. As soon as she called back, he yelled, "Are you trying to kill me? I couldn't get through to you! I was asking if you were coming to Shengde for dinner! Okay, you don't need to come anymore, we're almost finished eating. I'll pack half a roast duck for you." "At least she has some conscience; she remembers she likes Shengde's duck." She smiled helplessly. But wasn't "Are you going to die?" her catchphrase? How did he pick it up so well? Every time she said that, the old man would say, "You'll only realize how good I am when I'm dead." Le Tong recalled the German poet Heine's will before his death, leaving all his property to his wife. However, she could only receive it after remarrying. A friend asked him why, and the poet sighed, "Someone has to feel it's a pity I died." What a helpless statement. How many people only realize after wandering the world that they have to put up with their unhappy wives at home? [The End]

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