Wife's Counterattack

The night was deep, and the alleyway before me seemed especially somber.
I lit a cigarette in the darkness, but it couldn't bring any joy or lightness in this autumn night. I took a deep drag, my Zhongnanhai cigarette replaced with a Daqianmen, and the tobacco burned unexpectedly quickly. A gust of autumn wind swept in, scattering ash all over me.
Autumn was in full swing.
I took slow, leaden steps, one after another, incredibly slow. As I ventured deeper into the alley, the already quiet city night felt even more desolate.
I unlocked the door; my wife was clearly fast asleep. I didn't turn on the light, pacing like a thief—this was my own home. I couldn't even manage a wry smile, afraid of disturbing my wife's dreams. I carefully took off my coat and silently slipped into bed.
My wife was still disturbed; she turned over, seemingly still dreaming, murmuring and pouting, looking incredibly cute.
I, however, curled up, my back to my lovely wife, too ashamed to face her.
Suddenly, my wife's right arm wrapped around me, and in that instant, tears welled up in my eyes.
My gentle and clever wife probably never imagined that her useless husband would once again succumb to the temptation and lose everything at the underground casino tonight. Even though she had threatened to divorce me before, gambling truly is an incurable poison.
My wife is undeniably a goddess. Her snow-white, oval face smiles radiantly, and beneath her long, delicate, velvety eyelashes, her large, dark eyes sparkle like stars. Her high, refined nose is elegant, while her thin lips are fiery red.
She is about 1.71 or 1.72 meters tall, with slender shoulders and a graceful waist, and her long, straight legs are simply breathtaking. I thought of the angelic look she had when I first met her six years ago, and her ever-present smile. After so many years of shared life, if my wife really wanted a divorce, I would be speechless.
Indeed, I am more afraid of losing her. That year, I left my remote mountain village in Hunan and was admitted to a teachers' college in Shanghai, China's largest metropolis. There, I met Yao, a vibrant and charming local girl, and I was completely captivated by her. Perhaps it was destiny, but I, who had always been introverted and withdrawn, actually managed to win Yao's heart during my junior year of college. I was overjoyed.
Right after graduation, we married despite strong opposition from her family. To support my business venture in Shenzhen, Yao even gave up the teaching job her mother had arranged for her in Shanghai and went with me.
Yao was truly a good wife, but I was truly a disappointment. The business failed, all our savings vanished, and after a year and a half, we had no choice but to return to Shanghai to seek new opportunities, this time with our daughter, who was less than a year old.
Six years later, I revisited Shanghai, but the experience was completely different. Back then, I was the pride of the village, not just my parents, but the entire village was proud of me. Now, I'm a complete failure. None of my former classmates are as down on their luck as I am. Sometimes, I really want to plunge into the Huangpu River and end it all, but the image of my wife's gentle beauty and my daughter's cuteness suddenly flashes through my mind, quickly dispelling that thought.
For almost half a year since returning to Shanghai, my wife and I have been renting a place in a small alley in Xuhui, a place mostly inhabited by migrant workers, a mixed bag, but one of the few places our family can stay. The rent isn't expensive, and it's not far from the city center.
But my life is sinking deeper and deeper, especially after I became addicted to gambling last month. During the day, I can only work at a real estate agency. I majored in chemistry, but I'm not good at talking, and I don't like to deceive people, so my sales and commissions are pitifully low, making it almost impossible to survive in a city like Shanghai. My wife, with her teacher's degree, is finding it difficult to find a good job, and stubbornly, she refuses to ask her family for help, having stayed home to care for the child for the past six months.
For over a month, no matter how hard I tried to win back my losses, I've accumulated a debt of 20,000 yuan. This might not be much in an underground casino, but for me, it's a huge sum, especially after I secretly gambled away the 4,000 yuan my wife had saved for the next quarter's rent. I have nowhere to turn . How can I face my seemingly perfect wife, and
how can I face my still-crying daughter? The night is eerily quiet. ********** ... Her daughter was at the age where she often cried in the middle of the night, waking up several times a night. Just as she was drowsy, her good-for-nothing husband would sneak back home. He 'd probably been gambling again. Lu Yao had thought about how to deal with it; several times she wanted to slap her daughter in front of her, but she held back. She both loved and hated this man. Her mother had once asked her, "What's so good about a man like that?" Now Lu Yao wanted to ask herself the same question. Her husband, Chen Lin, wasn't handsome or tall, and came from a humble background—a typical "phoenix man" who had risen from the countryside. She was probably with him because he loved her, loved her simply and honestly. What is love? Love is self-sacrifice; the most intense love is sacrificing everything. So Lu Yao also learned to sacrifice herself, but now it seemed increasingly worthless. Lu Yao truly felt the weight of her fall from an unattainable position after an argument two weeks ago; she could hardly believe what her husband had said. "Why don't you... go sell yourself?" Lu Yao slapped him on the spot, but her heart ached even more than his. Lu Yao was a seemingly strong girl, but she still shed tears that time. She began to regret why she married this man, why she gave birth to this suffering daughter. Many women don't actually seek wealth, only true love. After finishing some housework, it was already seven o'clock before she knew it. Although she had given him a tender hug last night, Lu Yao was still too angry to speak to her husband during breakfast. Love and hate, mixed with love, were completely intertwined. Ordinary housewives and full-time wives usually breathe a sigh of relief after their husbands leave, but Lu Yao couldn't stop at all. Her young daughter was her greatest hope and longing as a mother, and taking care of her baby was one of the few things that made her feel happy. Her once slender fingers, once adept at playing the piano, were now wiping furniture and appliances with a filthy rag. Despite her current poverty, the cleanliness-conscious Lu Yao still clung to the last vestige of pride she held as a member of a well-to-do middle-class family. She opened the second drawer of the bedside table with her key, only to find that the forty carefully wrapped 100-yuan bills in newspaper were gone. Lu Yao felt a sudden dizziness, her blood rushing to her head. She stumbled and fell heavily onto the bed. It must be that bastard! It must be him! Lu Yao couldn't believe that after repeatedly threatening divorce, her husband had gone gambling again, this time even betting the rent due later. Lu Yao hated not only this gambler, but also herself. Why had she pretended to unconsciously reach out and hug him last night, trying to win him back and change him? This man was beyond redemption! Lu Yao was momentarily disoriented. The landlord would be coming to collect the rent in an hour!

Her daughter, who wasn't usually prone to crying, suddenly burst into tears. Lu Yao felt like the sky was falling, but as a great mother, she had to be strong.
When a man can't be relied on, a woman is driven to desperation, and sometimes it's precisely in such desperation that a way out can be found.
Wiping away her tears, Lu Yao decided to rely on herself.
The clock on the wall had just struck nine when the old-fashioned doorbell rang. Lu Yao had just lulled her daughter to sleep and went to open the door unhurriedly.
The landlord was an elderly man in his seventies, who, with the punctuality typical of his generation, knocked on the door right on time. He was a typical Shanghai old man, with neat silver hair, a crisp white shirt tucked into dark blue trousers, looking clean, refined, and energetic.
"Professor Wu, come in quickly," Lu Yao said with unusual enthusiasm, young and vibrant.
The old man was a retired pediatrician from a well-known hospital in the city, having served as an attending physician for thirty years. He still occasionally visits the hospital to mentor younger doctors. He owns two houses; the one farther from the hospital is rented out, making his already comfortable life even more comfortable.
Lu Yao invited the landlord to sit down, made him a nice cup of tea, and naturally started chatting with him.
"You don't look too well lately. Did your son and daughter-in-law have a fight?"
"I don't have a daughter-in-law. I don't have a son. I have a daughter, who married and moved to America a long time ago, haha." Professor Wu forgot about collecting rent and chatted with Lu Yao effortlessly.
"Oh, oh." Lu Yao nodded vigorously, seemingly understanding but not quite. "Professor Wu, are you going to the hospital for a round today?"
"Yes, I'm getting old, and I
can't stand being idle without anyone to talk to." The old man sighed. His first wife passed away from lung cancer two years ago, and since then he has been all alone, quite lonely in his later years. "Then let me keep you company!" Lu Yao seized the opportunity and couldn't help but flatter Professor Wu. "I do housework at home all day, and I lack someone to talk to."
"Okay!" The old man didn't have any bad intentions; having such a young, beautiful, and attractive girl to talk to was something he was more than happy to do.
Perhaps because he had been holding back for a long time, the old man Wu told Lu Yao everything he should and shouldn't have said. The house had been rented out for almost half a year, and this was the first time he had had such a pleasant chat with a tenant, feeling as if they had known each other for a long time.
Learning that Professor Wu liked children, Lu Yao took him to see her sleeping baby, who was not yet a year old.
Knowing he enjoyed calligraphy and fishing, Lu Yao poured all the relevant knowledge she had acquired over the past twenty-four years into her conversation. The two chatted more and more congenially, but Old Wu didn't notice the anxiety in Lu Yao's expression.
Before they knew it, the clock hands sharply pointed to eleven o'clock.
The old man suddenly remembered something, leaving Lu Yao looking embarrassed.
"It's already eleven o'clock. I should go back and cook."
"You can eat here if you don't mind."
"How can I trouble you like this, Lu? I should go. Look, I almost forgot about the important thing—today is rent payment day!"
Lu Yao stood there blankly, without saying a word. Seeing that Old Wu was still sitting in his chair, she took a step forward, her long legs carrying her to his feet, and then, unexpectedly, knelt down with a "thud."
This was part of Lu Yao's carefully planned "bitter trick." The young beauty instantly appeared with tears streaming down her face, looking incredibly pitiful.
"Little Lu, what are you doing!" Professor Wu was startled by the sudden kneeling and quickly got up to help Lu Yao up.
Lu Yao pressed her hands tightly against Old Man Wu's thighs, trying to prevent him from getting up and helping her up. Her bare, white knees touched the weathered wooden floor. The lines she had prepared for so long finally burst forth. However, Lu Yao herself didn't expect that these lines, originally intended to gain the landlord Old Man Wu's sympathy, would instead make her feel increasingly sorrowful. After all, her complaints about her current impoverished life and her husband's decline and utter depravity were Lu Yao's most genuine emotional outpourings. Professor Wu,
sitting at the dining table, stared blankly at the young and beautiful woman before him, completely unexpected that this Shanghai girl was living such a difficult life, with her family life a complete mess.
Lu Yao had indeed been holding it in for a long time. After all, she was a woman, and women have their vulnerable side. Like
a dam breaking, everything crumbles—Lu Yao's pent-up frustration began to pour out uncontrollably. The more she spoke, the more agitated and moved she became. Professor Wu sighed repeatedly, his sympathy for Lu Yao growing ever more profound.
Finally, at some point, the landlord, Professor Wu, was genuinely moved and reconsidered collecting the rent. "Little Lu, don't cry..." Professor Wu took a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to Lu Yao, followed by a long silence.
"I'll come again next week..." The old man said, trying to get up, but Lu Yao held him tightly.
"Get up first, Little Lu, the floor is dirty..."
Tears welled in Lu Yao's dark eyes, streaming down her fair cheeks, making one want to kiss her.
"Hold me..." Lu Yao's voice was still choked with sobs from time to time, especially this last sentence, which was extremely weak, yet resounding.
"Huh?" Professor Wu could hardly believe his ears. It was already unusual for such a young and charming woman to pour out her troubles to him, but to actually receive a warm embrace from her. Professor Wu was actually a gentleman, but he was also a man, so how could he refuse this youthful beauty who was forty-five years his senior? Perhaps, just a hug would be enough?
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For Lu Yao, she had actually achieved her goal, but when would this life of hiding and running end? She blurted out those words as if possessed, and the slightest regret vanished instantly. Although Professor Wu's chest might not be broad enough, it could give her a fatherly warmth.
Lu Yao rested her head quietly against Professor Wu's collarbone, unwilling to move for a moment. She thought of the pain of losing her father when she was twelve, the disappointment of her husband's gambling addiction and staying out all night, and the despair of her baby's bleak future. At this moment, she thought of too many things.
Even more unexpectedly, her body felt a strange restlessness. Thinking back, before and after her daughter's birth, and in the past few months of her husband's gambling addiction, Lu Yao hadn't been able to remember how long it had been since she had sex. What kind of power does a woman's desire possess?
Countless thoughts clashed in her mind, and the thought, "Why don't you... go sell yourself?" suddenly appeared. The unexpected sadness and anger contrasted sharply with the sense of relief she felt at this moment.
A ray of midday sunlight slanted through a gap in the plain curtains and into the old glass window of the old house. In the shade where the sunlight couldn't reach, Professor Wu, a retired chief physician nearing seventy, was embracing Lu Yao, a beautiful 24-year-old woman. The delicate nipples of the breasts, still breastfeeding, were visible through her bra. Her thin T-shirt and the old man's old-fashioned shirt, still perfectly firm, provided a wonderfully subtle sensation that penetrated the layers of fabric to reach the old man's rough skin, startling him and leaving him bewildered. The young woman nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with a barely perceptible hint of desire, and then she closed them herself.
The internal struggle beforehand may be incredibly intense, but once a woman decides to have an affair, things become much simpler afterward.
What luscious, tempting lips! Youthful, full, and elastic.
What captivating eyes! Bright, clear, and alluringly seductive.
What adorable, plump breasts! Full and firm, irresistible!
What a slender, graceful waist! Tight and smooth, utterly alluring!
Old Wu was completely engulfed in this deep quagmire of lust. He used almost his entire body to caress the delicate beauty before him, no longer thinking about why all this was happening. The girl in his arms not only let him do as he pleased, but even assisted him in removing her outer clothes. With a "click," the bra button was released, and the woman Professor Wu, still tucking his shirt into his baggy trousers, was now embracing a naked young woman wearing only black underwear. The
old and young lovers kissed passionately and urgently, moving the venue for their impending battle to the bed.
In the heat of passion, there is no distinction between
young and old! Professor Wu's calloused hands, which had worked in the countryside and practiced medicine for forty years in his youth, were now cunningly and bewilderedly reaching for the young woman's mysterious triangle. For people of his generation, sex, something shameful to talk about, was finally being discussed in the sunset. The unexpected joy triggered an outburst.
A seductive black sheer panty glided across Lu Yao's slender, white fingers; her hands were even more eager than Professor Wu's. Finally, the mysterious entrance to the flower cave was solemnly revealed before Professor Wu. Hidden by thick, dark hair, it only fueled the old man's youthful fervor.
As the old man haphazardly kissed his beautiful body, Lu Yao's hand involuntarily reached for Professor Wu's crotch, unzipping his baggy trousers. All her worries vanished; the youthful vitality she hadn't tasted in countless years made the old man's penis as firm as a young man's, perfectly adequate in size and hardness.
Removing all their clothing, the old man and the young woman were naked before each other, their loose, dry skin and fair, smooth skin pressed together. After a passionate kiss, Lu Yao impatiently guided Professor Wu's aged penis towards the narrow entrance to the peach blossom spring.
"?!"
A quiet, startled sound echoed in the empty room.
"Ah..." Although the young woman had only recently given birth, the rich, wavy folds of her vaginal walls provided an indescribable stimulation. The youthful, elastic flesh channeled her vitality through the man's penis directly to the old man's entire body.
Penetrating to the hilt, the elderly man's movements gradually quickened, his hot penis undulating within Lu Yao's burning vagina, the glans kissing her young cervix. Wave after wave of thrusts drove the long-starved woman wild with desire, causing her to involuntarily twist her supple waist in rhythm with Professor Wu's advances.
The old man displayed an unexpectedly impressive stamina, which filled Lu Yao with both joy and resentment. With each fierce thrust, desire gradually overwhelmed reason, and the shame of betraying her husband was completely shattered by lust.
A young, beautiful woman, her body glistening with sweat, was lost in pleasure beneath him. Professor Wu witnessed this scene without reservation, which filled him with a surge of pride, fueling his vigor. For an elderly man nearing seventy, sex was something he could no longer desire.
The two seemingly incompatible bodies of the young woman and the old man merged completely, kissing deeply,
embracing, caressing, thrusting.
Lu Yao's sensitive body was awakened and aroused, and the old man's all-out thrusting reached its peak.
A tremor ran through him, and his scalding semen flowed into Lu Yao's young cervix. The pleasure of the orgasm intoxicated her; this mysterious pleasure was the greatest happiness God had bestowed upon women.
The couple, after their illicit lovemaking, breathed heavily, silent, not only to avoid embarrassment but also to savor the lingering pleasure after their climax.
Even in late autumn, the afternoon sun remained the warmest source of warmth throughout the day.
As the initial shock faded, reason regained its footing. The woman who had tried so hard to convince herself and the man who had acted impulsively now behaved completely differently. Professor Wu quickly dressed and fled, his face flushed like a child caught doing something wrong, a sight that Lu Yao found both amusing and endearing.
Even after the door slammed shut, Lu Yao remained lying naked on the bed, the old man's yellowish semen slowly seeping from between her legs. She closed her eyes, then suddenly remembered something. She abruptly sat up and rushed to the small room. Seeing her daughter still sleeping peacefully in the crib, she smiled—a sweet smile.
**********
...

"Godfather, you're here!" My wife suddenly perked up, her foxy eyes instantly brightening, her previous boredom vanishing. She sat up and ran to the door.
"My little darling!" Landlord Old Wu's old face was also beaming, welcoming my wife with a big hug.
"Godfather, I've missed you so much!" My wife coaxed sweetly, her cherry-like lips immediately covered by Old Wu's large mouth. The two began to kiss passionately like lovers, completely disregarding the more than forty-year age gap between them, as if they were the real, legally married couple. Of course, they were
n't a legally married couple; Yao and I were. But after Old Wu paid off all my debts from the casino, I had long been stripped of my rights as a husband. My wife and I lived in Old Wu's house for free without paying rent. Even when our daughter, Nannan, had a high fever and needed to be taken to the emergency room, it was thanks to Old Wu, the pediatrician, that we were able to get help.
My wife no longer loves me, I know that, after all, I'm the one who wronged her. But seeing her with an old man who's about to die still makes me feel sorry for her. I'm angry but dare not say anything. This "godfather" of hers gives her a lot of money every month, which is probably better for our daughter's growth and health.
The old man's hand unconsciously started to reach between my wife's legs. I glanced at them; their French kiss was full of saliva, completely devoid of any pretense. They were a real couple. My wife is completely dependent on this old man, especially after Old Wu provided timely help when our daughter was sick. I, the helpless biological father of her child, was deprived of my last hope. My wife's body and soul have completely belonged to this old man.
I couldn't bear to watch any longer, so I went back to the room to check on my daughter, gently closing the door behind me.
After putting her to sleep, my mouth was parched, and I finished a can of beer in no time.
When I left the bedroom again to use the restroom, I saw Old Wu sitting on the sofa in the living room, embracing his naked wife. His old penis was thrusting in and out of her young, alluring body, and he was greedily sucking on her full breasts.
In my own home, right in front of me, my wife was passionately making love with the old man. When she glanced up and saw me, her eyes were full of contempt and disdain.
"Ah... Godfather, it's so big...so good...so good!" My wife's wanton moans seemed to be deliberately prepared for me, without any concern for possibly waking our daughter in the bedroom. If, ten months ago, when my wife and the old man first started their affair, she still appeared shy and reluctant, such coquettishness would have captivated any man;
now, she was unrestrained and wanton, no longer trying to hide her feelings, creating a decadent atmosphere, allowing sex to sublimate in its unbridled nature.
I forced myself to finish using the toilet. The sound of the flushing seemed to alert my landlord, Old Wu, who was vigorously fucking my young wife. He turned around, still holding her, and she straddled me, her slender waist swaying like a snake. To me, Old Wu's penis seemed covered in age spots, yet it was still aggressively penetrating my wife's young and vibrant vagina.
"Little Chen, look how horny your wife is! How can you not cherish such a good woman!"
I endured the old man's humiliation with my head down, wanting only to leave and get into the bedroom as soon as possible.
"Godfather! Fuck me...fuck me to death!" My wife's moans were incessant. Then, she wrapped her arms around the old man's head and began a passionate kiss again.
I couldn't bear to see my wife so submissive to a nearly seventy-year-old man, especially since she was doing it willingly!
I quietly closed the bedroom door. My wife was screaming without restraint, each word grating on my ears. Usually, she would communicate with the landlord, Old Wu, in Shanghainese to avoid being understood by me. But now, every seductive moan from her was devoid of any of the gentle, warm tones of the Shanghai dialect. Her purpose was to humiliate me once again, to humiliate me, this incompetent, perverted bastard husband.
I knew I couldn't divorce my wife. I was a coward. My wife controlled the finances, and my meager salary was simply not enough to survive in Shanghai. Going back to my hometown would mean utter failure. What was
even more hateful was that I was actually feeling aroused. My wife hadn't let me touch her body for a whole year. I could only occasionally relieve myself at a roadside brothel. Ironically, while my young and beautiful wife was making love with her old lover in our own living room, I, her legal husband, had nowhere to release my sexual desire.
Through the crack in the door, the living room was filled with an increasingly lewd and passionate atmosphere. The landlord, Old Wu, withered and decrepit, was freely and unrestrainedly riding my wife's young, voluptuous, tall, and sexy body. Yao's movements became even more unrestrained.
Finally, after a period of intense, ecstatic thrusting, Old Wu shuddered, followed by a deathly silence.
After a long while, Old Wu reluctantly withdrew from my wife's alluring youthful body, placing a paddle under her soft waist. I knew that the old man's sperm, now lacking sufficient vitality, was about to meet and combine with Yao's young and vigorous egg, settling once again in her tender uterus.
A calm yet wanton expression appeared on Yao's face. The old man wanted to pour every last drop of his semen into her uterus; he actually wanted Yao to have his child, and Yao did not refuse.
I told myself I couldn't get a divorce.
Three
months later, my wife finally divorced me.
My wife and daughter moved out of our old rented house, leaving me alone. Only thanks to Old Wu's generosity was I able to stay and pay only 1,000 yuan a month in rent. Every time I paid the rent, I would visit my daughter and sometimes witness the old man and girl having sex. They did it in the hospital office, in the park at night. It's said that Old Wu even managed to get Yao pregnant, but for Nannan's sake, my wife ultimately had an abortion.
Two years passed, and my life still hadn't improved. Yao gradually refused my requests to see my daughter, calling me a good-for-nothing and a bastard. The only thing that comforted me was hearing that Old Wu treated Nannan like his own granddaughter.
Later, the landlord, Old Wu, was diagnosed with lung cancer and didn't have many years to live. Lu Yao stayed by his side, taking care of his daily life. She was only 26 years old, yet she had to serve a man in his seventies until his death. Two years later, Old Wu also succumbed to his illness. He left his property and 300,000 RMB as his inheritance to Lu Yao and Nannan. How could his daughter in the United States tolerate an unrelated outsider trying to seize her inheritance? She flew back to Shanghai from the US to fight the case.
The lawsuit lasted for another six months, and she ultimately lost. Lu Yao and Nannan were able to continue living peacefully, while I remained half-dead, merely existing.
(The End)

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