A story of exchanging rooms in a Shenzhen rental apartment

My husband, Kang Jie, and I both graduated from university in 2000. Jobs were hard to find for university graduates back then, and we were no exception. We met through an introduction and got married in 2001. Our married life was happy, but we were both restless people. In 2001, starting our own business was already fashionable, and going to Shenzhen was even more of a trend. That summer, after discussing it, we quit our jobs and went to Shenzhen, ready to start our own business there.
Before going to Shenzhen, we had already found jobs at the same company. However, when we arrived in Shenzhen and tried to find a place to live, we encountered unexpected difficulties. Apartments close to the company were too expensive, and those further away were inconvenient to get to. The rent was simply unaffordable for our salaries, and staying in hotels long-term was out of the question. At our wits' end, we ran into my university classmate, Xu Jian, on the street. He was also in Shenzhen with his beautiful wife, Xiao Wen, trying his luck. We were all facing the same problem, and in desperation, we thought of sharing an apartment, which would make the rent affordable for both of us.
We quickly found a place that was conveniently located near both of our workplaces, with reasonable rent, and it was a unit on the fourth floor of the top floor with a balcony. We arranged a time to go see the apartment, but when we arrived, we were stunned. There was only one room, similar to a standard hotel room, except for a tiny kitchen that was barely big enough for two people to turn around in. How were two couples supposed to live here? We hesitated, but the rent and the convenience of commuting made it hard to give up. After discussing it, we reluctantly moved in, dividing the room in two with a T-shaped curtain, and creating a passageway outside. We agreed to have someone board up the partition when we had a little more money. But that was just an excuse; our real thought was to establish ourselves first and save up to rent a separate room.
Four people crammed into a room of less than 20 square meters was definitely inconvenient; people today can't imagine the difficulties we faced back then. Cooking, using the toilet, and showering were all extremely difficult. The apartment was small; the two beds were practically touching, making it difficult to even turn over in bed, let alone have any intimacy. We were newlyweds, and it was natural to have those urges and needs, but we were both highly educated and, while open-minded, it was still something we couldn't openly discuss. Unlike renting an apartment, we couldn't discuss these things together. We were both very distressed but had no solution.
A week later, my husband and I came home from work to find a bulging plastic bag hanging on the door. Opening it, we found it filled with snacks, two movie tickets, and a note: "Sorry, we're treating you to a movie, but we have some personal matters to attend to. Please treat us another time. Best regards." We were both a little stunned, but my husband understood first. He smiled and called into the house, "We won't be back before ten o'clock, don't worry, take your time." My classmate's voice came from inside: "Thanks!" I stupidly asked, "What are they doing?" My husband laughed without saying a word, put his arm around my shoulder, and walked out, saying, "Silly girl, doing 'couple homework'!" My face flushed instantly, and for some reason, I wanted it too. Watching the movie, I was imagining them rolling around in bed, completely oblivious to what was actually happening; my mind was blank. Just after nine o'clock, the movie ended, and we wandered aimlessly through the streets, hand in hand. Around 9:30, my husband's phone rang. It was a text from my classmate: "The room is ready, please come home." We both felt relieved and hurried home. When we got back, they were both asleep, probably to avoid embarrassment.
A few days later, one afternoon, my husband and I ate out after work. We got home close to eight o'clock, but they weren't there. There was a note on the table: "Our company is having a party; we'll be back around ten o'clock." There was also a condom under the note. My husband and I glanced at each other, then hugged, kissing and undressing. Soon, we were naked in bed. We were both incredibly excited. My husband's hands were trembling as he put on the condom. We started making love without even turning off the lights—our first time with the lights on. My husband quickly entered me, and the long-lost pleasure made me tremble uncontrollably. Perhaps because it had been so long since we'd done it, my husband ejaculated quickly, but I was still in a state of extreme excitement. My husband didn't pull out; he kept sucking and licking my earlobes, neck, and nipples—all my sensitive spots. I became even more excited, writhing and writhing, my whole body itching unbearably. My husband got hard again, and finally, I exploded with pleasure—a feeling I'd never experienced since we got married. We made love like this for over an hour, both of us drenched in sweat, a large, wet human-shaped stain on the sheets. Looking at the clock, it was past nine. Although we wanted to continue our intimacy, the thought of them coming home soon made us reluctantly separate and get up. My husband went to boil water, and I busied myself changing the sheets. By the time we took a shower together and changed, it was almost ten. Seeing that they still hadn't returned, my husband texted them, and I cleaned up the mess left by our passionate encounter. Not long after, they returned. Seeing the sheets soaking in the basin, they gave us a sly grin. Perhaps women are especially beautiful after experiencing happiness and satisfaction, and since I'm a pretty girl to begin with, Xiaowen joked with me in the kitchen, "Happy women become even more beautiful." I teased back, "It's a pity I didn't get to see your happy face that day. When will I get to see it too?"
And so, we tacitly looked after each other. Later, the weather turned cold, and being outside was truly unbearable. No one wanted to let someone else wander around aimlessly, so we returned to our previous helpless state. Unsatisfied, I became somewhat anxious. At home, I would suppress my feelings, but when I was outside, I would vent on my husband, yelling that I regretted coming to Shenzhen. My husband silently endured it. After venting, I would regret it because I felt sorry for him.
One night, I was awakened by a low, peculiar moaning sound—they were making love?! I listened intently, and sure enough, the sound was coming from that direction. I looked at my husband; he was already awake, staring intently at me. Just as I was about to speak, my husband covered my mouth with his hand and wrapped his other arm around me. Hearing the moans and creaking of the bed coming from the other side, my husband and I couldn't resist any longer. His hand slipped inside my pajamas, kneading my breasts, while my hand slipped inside his underwear, grasping his already erect penis. Neither of us dared to make a sound. Finally, it quieted down, but my husband and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, yet we dared not make love.
After that night of eavesdropping, my husband and I began to cautiously repeat the same practice in the latter half of the night. Later, they must have found out, but everyone pretended not to know, and no one joked or teased each other about it. We understood each other implicitly, and there were fewer reservations. The time for sex gradually shifted from waiting until the other side was quiet until around 10 pm, when we were supposed to be resting. Sometimes, when we were doing it together, hearing the other side's sounds was even more stimulating and exciting. Later, we even stopped lowering our voices when we moaned.
And so, both couples lived happily ever after, without incident. A major problem that had been troubling us was resolved so easily. Thinking back to how it felt, it was almost like having an affair. Sex should have a touch of mystery to be attractive and alluring.
An unexpected embarrassment changed and strengthened the relationship between our two families.

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