Cheating on the neighbor's wife

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I was twenty-eight when I got married, and my child was almost due. My workplace finally allocated me a small apartment, which finally gave me a place to settle down. At that time, I was working part-time while studying. After my wife went into labor, I couldn't take care of her, so she had to take a six-month leave from her workplace and move to the countryside with our mother to be cared for by her. Thus, I became a married bachelor.
The apartment allocated to me by my workplace was called a "united household," where three families shared one unit. It was said that during the Cultural Revolution, this apartment was originally allocated to military representatives. It consisted of three rooms: two 18-square-meter rooms and one 14-square-meter room, with a kitchen of about 10 square meters. Such housing was considered luxurious for a family at the time; ordinary people couldn't afford it. After the military representatives left, the three families shared the apartment, each with one room and a shared kitchen. All three families were newly married young people. I moved in last; the other two families had children who were over a year old.
My next-door neighbors were a young couple; the woman was petite, and the man was quite handsome. Both were working, leaving early and returning late. During the day, the child stayed at his mother-in-law's house and was picked up in the evening. The man disliked studying and preferred playing cards, but he was exceptionally diligent with housework, doing everything from laundry and cooking to washing dishes. After finishing, he would either go to sleep or go out until midnight before returning. The family next door had a husband who was a college graduate from the countryside. Back then, not long after the Cultural Revolution, college graduates were considered the pride of the nation. He had just been assigned to work in the municipal government and was busy at work all day. His wife was from the countryside, unemployed,
and a full-time housewife. I'm easygoing and don't argue, so I got along well with both neighbors. The two families often quarreled over trivial matters like cooking and drying clothes. Because I worked part-time and studied part-time, I spent more time at home during the day. The woman from the countryside was a full-time housewife with a child, so I saw her more often. I had been sent to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution and was familiar with rural life, so I got along well with her. In my spare time, we would often chat. For example, she talked about her family situation and the process of her marriage.
She was also willing to talk to me (perhaps because she was lonely at home alone most of the time), especially pouring out her heart to me. She often talked about how she withstood the pressure from her parents and relatives to date her husband, supported his studies, and how he almost abandoned her after he started working. She was beautiful, had a good figure, and a straightforward personality, but still had a bit of a rustic air about her. She often told me that in the countryside, she was considered a pretty girl in the village, from a well-off family with her father and brothers working locally. She was also quite picky, and many young men had come to her house to propose marriage, but she had never agreed to any of them.
Her husband was short and quite handsome. But his family was very poor. The reason she chose him despite her family's opposition was twofold: firstly, he had served in the army and was a militia company commander; secondly, he was literate, studious, and often wrote and drew. Their relationship was essentially a free love affair, and when they first got together, he was very obedient to her. Later, he got into university, and she supported him by saving every penny. Unexpectedly, before he even graduated, he became cold and distant towards her. After starting work, he even flirted with an older woman at his workplace. If she hadn't made a scene at his workplace, he would definitely have become a heartless man. Whenever she talked about this, she would become indignant and unable to stop. She also often talked about how her neighbor bullied her because she came from the countryside. The neighbor's brother-in-law was her husband's superior, and her husband always advised her to be patient, which she often endured with a belly full of anger, and so on. I often comforted her, so she developed a good impression of me, and we were practically inseparable. Logically, neighbors should get along normally; even a philanderer shouldn't stray from their own neighborhood. Unexpectedly, I had an affair with her by chance. It wasn't intentional on her part, nor was it intentional on my part, but it happened anyway.
That day was a day off. During the day, it was just the two of us at the apartment. Her husband was away on a business trip, and the neighbor had gone back to her parents' home. She was washing clothes in front of her house when I, tired of reading, went over to chat. Somehow, the conversation drifted to her breasts, and we ended up telling a rather scandalous story.
It went like this: Her breasts were incredibly large, and despite having a child, she wasn't wearing a bra. She sat on a low stool washing clothes, her breasts swaying with her movements. I laughed and said, "Your breasts are so big! Doesn't it hurt to hang like that?" She replied, "Yes, my neighbor, Xiao Jiang, always laughs at me, saying my breasts are practically up to my belly button." Then she laughed too. I said, "They were this big before you got married." She laughed and said, "If they were this big, it would be terrible! Hanging like that would be so ugly."
I said, "They definitely wouldn't hang like that if you weren't breastfeeding, but they must have been big too." She laughed and said, "Yeah, I'm just good-looking. When I was a girl, my breasts were always bulging. I wanted to cover them up, but I couldn't. People were always staring. It was so embarrassing." I joked, "When I was in the countryside, there was a bachelor in the village who would always sneak into the areas with lots of girls when watching movies (movies in the countryside were shown outdoors back then). He would take any opportunity to grope them, deliberately rubbing against their chests and even pinching them unexpectedly. Have you ever encountered anything like that?" She said, "It's the same everywhere. Some weird men always come up to me and bump into me with their elbows."
I said, "Back then, you... " "What do you do when something like this happens?" she said. "What can you do? You just have to keep quiet and try to avoid it if there's a space. If there are too many people, there's nothing you can do." I laughed and said, "Isn't that just letting people take advantage of you?" She said, "Sometimes it's just rubbing against each other, but the bolder ones will even grab you by the hand. You can't avoid it even if you want to." I said, "Don't you get angry when your husband is around?" She said, "When there are other men around, of course, this kind of thing happens less often. But I'm not always with him. When I go to the movies, I usually go with girls from the village, and this kind of thing happens all the time." I laughed and said, "You can't blame others for that. Your breasts are too conspicuous. Other girls might not encounter this kind of thing as often as you."
She laughed and said, "When I go to the movies with my husband, he always likes to rub his elbows against them." I laughed too. The conversation was going well, but somehow, as soon as she started talking about her husband, she became indignant again. She said, "After I made a scene at his workplace that time, he got scared and came back to say nice things to me. I even said, 'That girl at your workplace, besides being from the city, what makes her better than me?' I was furious then. Before I married her, I was so resentful that I wanted to cheat on him and not let my virginity touch him." Hearing her say this, I was amused and deliberately teased her, "Did you cheat on him?" She said, "No, but I always thought about it."
I laughed and said, "Although it's said that it's easy for a woman to find a man, it's not so easy to break through that veil." She said, "What's so difficult about it? If I weren't so upright, I would have lost my virginity to another man when I was eighteen." I deliberately asked, "What happened when you almost lost your virginity?" This woman loves to admit things. Seeing that I didn't seem to believe her, she told me something she probably had never told anyone before. She said, "He's my uncle from the next room, he's incredibly wicked. One day he came to my room, and seeing no one was home, he forced me onto the headboard, took off all my clothes, and started groping and squeezing my breasts, even sucking on them, making me feel really uneasy." I asked, "How come he didn't notice your intentions?" She laughed, "In my dazed state, he took off my pants, and then he took out his thing and insisted I touch it. It was huge, it startled me, and it woke me up. I firmly refused, but he wouldn't let go. I said if he didn't let go, I'd call for help, and that's how I escaped that ordeal." I said, "So he just left it at that?" She laughed and said, "This uncle..." It was really wicked; he had touched my breasts several times before. That day, when I was alone in the room, he forced me onto the bed and rubbed them for an hour or so, almost making me unable to take it anymore. If it weren't for his intimidatingly large penis, he would have taken my virginity. After I realized that he not only wanted to squeeze my breasts but also wanted to possess me, I always avoided him.
I laughed and said, "That proves that you were already wicked because of his squeezing your breasts. You're the same; having big things is bad, but other people who want big things can't even think about it." She laughed and said, "Back then, I was still a girl, and I was young, so I was scared." I said, "If it were now, you definitely wouldn't be scared." She just laughed and didn't say anything. She was washing clothes while talking to me. From her open collar, her neck was white, and I could see half of her two round breasts. Apart from still having a bit of a country bumpkin's rustic air about her, she was indeed a beautiful woman.
By this time, my wife and I had been separated for over two months, and I was already feeling sexually frustrated. With things at this point, my thoughts naturally turned a little wicked; I felt a hardening sensation down there, and the idea of kissing and touching her to quench my thirst arose, but I didn't dare to act rashly. I surmised that her resentment towards her husband stemmed not only from her current status as a countrywoman and her husband's changed position and past infidelity, but perhaps from other reasons as well. So, I decided to provoke her again, creating an opportunity to make my move.
I continued, "Luckily you didn't do anything foolish. If you had done it in the heat of the moment, you might have regretted it later." She said, "I'm always decisive in my actions. Once I've done what I want to do, I definitely won't regret it." I said, "That's not necessarily true. What you said about your husband might not be true, but he still married you in the end. Besides, your husband works in the municipal government; he started as a section chief and might be promoted later. Why are you so concerned about the past?" She said angrily, "Just thinking about it makes me angry. What's so good about being with him? It's all..." "He works like a slave at home all day; he's short and not very capable, even if he gets a high-ranking official position, it's useless."
I said, "He is short, but saying he's not very capable is a bit of an exaggeration. He can write and draw, he graduated from university, he has a good job, and his future is very bright." Perhaps she was angry, she blurted out, "That's not what I meant by useless." I still didn't quite understand what she meant, so I asked, "Then what else is useless?" She said, "What's useless? I mean he's useless at everything." At this point, I thought I understood. She probably meant he was useless in bed. I thought to myself, if he really was useless in bed, then their young married life must be really unbearable. No wonder she was so resentful of him.
To get to the bottom of things, I deliberately stirred things up again, saying to her with a regretful tone, "I understand what you mean. I don't know how to respond to this, but you mean that others want to pick a beautiful flower but can't, while he can only look at the branch without picking it, right?" I thought the meaning was already quite explicit. She might have stopped there, but unexpectedly, she continued, "Before I came to the countryside, I don't know how many people wanted to be with me. But in this godforsaken place, they've locked everyone up." From her words, it seemed like she wanted to steal someone but couldn't. I felt I had a plan, so I continued, "I believe that. There are many acquaintances in the countryside, and it's easy to get to know them. Besides, you're beautiful and have big breasts. Any man would want to have sex with you. If I were that uncle from your countryside, I would never let you fly away."
She laughed, "He's afraid I'll really scream." "I had nowhere to hide my face." I deliberately asked, "If he really did it, would you have screamed?" She said, "Who would dare to scream about something like that? It would only make me lose face. He was touching and pinching me all over, and I was so flustered that my body went limp." I laughed and said, "That uncle is lustful but cowardly. If you had persisted a little longer and used force, he would have definitely gotten over it. Once you start, you might have continued." She laughed and said, "You men are all the same, never satisfied." As the saying goes, listen to the words, listen to the tone. Hearing her words, my heart was truly itching to act, but at this moment, she had already washed her clothes and was about to hang them out to dry. The office door was open, not a good time to make a move. Experience told me that I couldn't miss the opportunity, and I couldn't let this go to waste. So, I helped her hang the clothes out, wishing she would hang them out immediately. While helping her hang the clothes, I pretended to accidentally bump into her breast. After hanging the clothes to dry, I went back to my room and waited. Once she went into her room, I secretly closed the door behind me, just in case. If I succeeded, I could easily sneak in. Even if I didn't, I could still move in and out freely.
She didn't come out of her room, nor did she close the door. I wanted to strike while the iron was hot, so I went into her room. Waiting for her to come out would mean missing my chance. I carried a glass of water and quietly walked to her door. I saw her sitting on the bed in the inner room, fixing her hair. I went to her inner room and spoke to her while looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror on her bedside table. I said, "You're really quite beautiful. Your husband really needs to be careful not to get cheated on." She said, "He's a heartless bastard. He doesn't care about me at all." I said, "He should regret not caring about you." She said, "Regret my ass." I said, "He can let go of your heart. If he couldn't, he would keep you very close."
She said, "Does he have that much power to keep you safe?" I said, "You're being too far-fetched. If someone really wanted to sleep with you, would you agree?" She said, "Maybe. He's useless anyway. When I'm upset, I don't care who it is. Women always need men to sleep with them." Her words were truly sinister. My lust grew stronger and stronger. I no longer wanted to hide my true feelings. Success or failure depended on a single thought. To be on the safe side, I thought, I'll try to sleep with her gently first. If that doesn't work, I'll think of another way. I continued my final probing, saying to her, "Now that you mention it, I'm getting really horny. I really want to squeeze your big breasts." She said, "What's so great about squeezing sagging breasts?"
Having gone this far, I decided to give it a try, so I walked up to her and actually touched her breast. She immediately pushed my hand away. I said, "See, you won't even let someone who actually wants you do that." She didn't move, remaining silent. I sat down beside her and whispered, "Just for a little while, okay?" She stared at me and said, "What's so fun about country bumpkins?" I said, "I've never had any concept of country bumpkins or city bumpkins, only the difference between pretty and not pretty people." She said, "What's pretty about me?" I said, "I think your eyes, eyebrows, and nose are all pretty, it's just that your breasts are a little too big." She laughed.
By this time, I had already slipped my hand inside her bra clasp. She grabbed my hand, preventing me from putting it inside, and whispered, "No, you're just saying it, why are you actually doing it?" I said, "I'll just pinch your breast once, I can't bear to." She said, "What's so hard about pinching a breast? It's just that someone might see." I said, "I've closed all the doors at work, who could see?" She laughed and said, "You men are all devils." I said, "I wouldn't be a man if I didn't be a devil." She pinched my arm hard and said, "I'll let you off easy, just once." I said, "Once is too little, twice, please." Then I quickly moved my hand to her chest.
Her breasts were really big. The breasts of a woman who had breastfed were completely different from those of a young girl. They were soft and yielding in my hands, lacking elasticity, but they could be squeezed and kneaded into various shapes. I gently pulled her into my arms, and my hand slipped from under her clothes to her chest, sliding over her breasts, kneading them wantonly. She closed her eyes slightly, her body soft and weak against my chest. By this time, my penis was already hard and erect. Pretending to want to see her breasts, I pushed her down onto the bed, pounced on her, and pinned her body beneath me. She was panting heavily, constantly twisting her body, and said in a trembling voice, "You can only touch my breasts, you can't just hold me and touch them, you're pressing me down
so I can't breathe." She struggled as she spoke. I said, "I'll just press you down for a moment, and kiss you once." After saying that, I covered her mouth with my own. She kept turning her face away, trying to avoid my mouth. At this moment, my desire was raging, so I just held her hands down, used my mouth to unbutton her clothes, and kept kissing her half-exposed breasts, biting and sucking on her erect nipples. After a while, her body stopped twisting so much, and she let me kiss her mouth to mouth, our tongues intertwining.
Her body was truly voluptuous. I braced myself on the bed with one hand, and while we kissed passionately, my other hand began to roam down her rounded arm, past her chest, down her back, and then slipped inside her pants to caress her plump buttocks. Having been celibate for a long time, I found her skin incredibly soft and smooth. I withdrew my hand and squeezed and kneaded her large breasts. In the midst of my ravaging, I felt her hand brush against my penis as if by accident. Taking advantage of this, I unzipped my pants, releasing my already burning, rock-hard member. I pulled her hand towards me, but she quickly withdrew it the moment it touched me.
I whispered to her, "Give me a pinch." She blushed and said, "Dream on, I won't." I didn't force her and reached over to undo her belt. She waved her hands to stop me, saying, "You're never satisfied." I said, "Let me see down there." She said, "What's so interesting about that place?" But in the end, I let her pull down her trousers and waistband. I licked her vulva with my tongue. At first, she covered it tightly with her hands, saying anxiously, "No, how can I use my mouth?" I said, "It's okay." Her labia were already swollen and congested with blood. I licked her clitoris until it was as big as a pea, and it was already wet. I stared into her watery eyes and whispered, "Let me do it." She said, "No." I said, "I can't take it anymore, look." As I said this, I pulled her hand onto my penis. This time she didn't let go. Following my instructions, she gently pinched and slowly rubbed it with her fingers, whispering, "Wow, this thing is huge!" I said, "Big is good, I'm going to put it in and do it." This time she didn't refuse, only saying sweetly, "If I let you do it, you can't tell anyone." I said, "Of course, I know that." Then she completely relaxed.
My penis was already burning hot and hard as iron, easily entering her slippery vagina. I put her legs on my shoulders, thrusting my hips, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, pushing my penis into her vagina, every few thrusts forcefully to the deepest point. Each time I hit her clitoris, she would let out a soft moan. The enchanting atmosphere, the bone-deep pleasure, was truly indescribable. Time flew by. I hadn't had sex in a long time, and my energy was high. I did it twice in about half an hour. The second time lasted longer than the first, and it felt even better. Unfortunately, she only gave me this one chance. She moved out about a month later. Her husband's workplace allocated her a new apartment and also temporarily arranged a job for her. The room remained empty for six months after she left before someone moved in.

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