My first half

Published: 2018-03-24 Author: xzqhdb Popularity: 2553
Returning to his hometown again, the first problem he faced was finding a job. In Beijing, he could change jobs anytime, anywhere, but there were no employment opportunities in his hometown. In the end, he found a logistics job in a song and dance troupe. Although the salary was low, it was enough to support himself. At least in his mother's eyes, her son was stable. I saved up some money and paid back the two thousand yuan I owed my older brother. I felt really bad about owing him for two or three years, so I went to his house. His wife was home; she was the older sister my brother couldn't shake off before. She was taking care of their child, a girl who was about five or six years old. But I noticed something bad: the balloon her child was blowing up was skin-colored with a point. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was her mother's condom. I said, "Your family is really open-minded. A child this young is already playing with condoms. Sex education should start from a young age." His wife just chuckled and started talking to me about the past few years. She said that if I had married her, she would have had my child. I said, "Come on, you two are doing pretty well, aren't you?" She said, "What's so good about it? We haven't had sex in a year. Your older brother is always away and never home. He suspects I'm having an affair." She asked if I knew. I said, "How would I know? I just got back." Actually, what I really thought was... I thought, "Your husband isn't just having an affair, he's having an affair with another man." Of course, I couldn't say that under any circumstances. After giving her the money, I left, and we exchanged phone numbers. Back then, Nokia 3310s were already common. But a few days later, this woman called me and said she was preparing for a divorce. The reason was that her husband had confessed to her that he was gay. She didn't believe him, so her husband said that his partners included me, his apprentice, and many other men I didn't even know. He asked if I knew about them and whether I had done "that" with her husband. I told her not to listen to his nonsense. I didn't know if he was gay or not. I said that I hadn't done "that" with her husband, but her husband refused to leave her, so she left home and came to the city to work. Naturally, she came to find me. That night, she came to my place, took off her top, and I kissed her breasts. Later, we kissed on the lips, but there was a taste in my mouth, which immediately affected my mood. Then I touched her stomach again. She's not very tall, but her belly was huge and felt really uncomfortable. Her buttocks felt constricted. My emotions had reached their limit, so I stopped. I told her to put her clothes on. She asked what was wrong, and I said a friend was coming over soon. I was staying at a friend's old apartment, and the couple hadn't had time to move in yet. She was worried about something going wrong, so she left after a short chat. After that, we just chatted casually, nothing inappropriate happened. Living alone in a room is usually quite boring. I pulled out some magazines to look at, mostly risqué stuff for casual conversation. But one day I finally discovered a secret: under my bed were tons of women's sexy lingerie, panties, and stockings, all worn, some washed, some unwashed. The unwashed ones smelled of urine, like urine, all from being soaked in cum. My friend's wife, usually so quiet and reserved, is a horny woman too. Women's stockings are a man's aphrodisiac; just looking at them makes me want to rape them. But tonight, no woman was wearing them for me, so I had to wear them myself. I was wearing my friend's wife's sexy stockings, looking at the magazines while... The girl was vigorously masturbating, ejaculating countless streams of semen into her friend's wife's stockings. However, the stockings were uncomfortable on her legs. She felt a pang of sympathy and understanding for women who wear high heels and stockings every day.
That summer, I received a phone call from a woman who said she was my high school classmate, working in Shenyang. She said she had written me love letters before, but I couldn't remember who she was. She said she was coming back to her hometown to visit me in a few days, and I said okay. A few days later, this girl arrived, completely different from my previous impression. She used to be a chubby, fair-skinned girl with slightly curly hair; now she was taller, darker-skinned, and had long, flowing hair. But after chatting... It was definitely her. We spent all our time chatting day and night, and she didn't leave at night, sleeping in the same bed with me. Of course, I couldn't refuse a prize offered to me. Just as I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, she asked me the same question: did I love her? She said she had waited all these years for this day. Back in school, I had never even looked at her properly. She cried many times, berating herself for being shameless. She showed me her arm, with several scars from a knife wound, all because of me. I said the same thing again: I didn't love her. I said I had no love left. I repeated the same old story because I couldn't lie. "I can have sex with you, or you can refuse me, but I can't lie to you." She lay there sprawled out, motionless, saying, "Do as you please, but after tonight, I'll cut all ties with her and never see her again." I didn't move. I lay there beside her and fell asleep. But when I woke up, I called her. She said she hadn't slept all night, had waited outside the door all night, and had gone to the public restroom but got lost and entered the men's room, etc. The gist of it was that she was gone and would never bother me again. I felt like I was sleepwalking all day and night, completely bewildered. It was like someone fell from the sky. I knew nothing of what she had told me all these years.

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