Stories You Don't Believe

This story happened a few years ago. I'm writing it as I recall it, but it's not too far off from my memory; it's basically accurate.

My buddy, Dazhi, works at a construction company as a technician, with a decent salary. His wife is an inspector at a cement factory. Both of their jobs are so leisurely—frankly, they're bored out of their minds.

Dazhi is quite overweight, but that doesn't mean he's physically fit. His wife, Ajun, is the opposite. Although she's slim, she's not lacking in curves; she's clearly the type with plenty of energy. While her looks are average, her figure is alluring. We get along well, and flirting is commonplace.

Dazhi has a very active nightlife—or rather, he loves "life." It's almost like partying every night. Ajun can't control him, so she also "develops" and "enriches" her "life" at work. Of course, in this day and age, I think it's perfectly acceptable, as long as the family is harmonious. Haven't you heard that old saying—"To live a decent life, you need a little green on your head"? Haha.

Several years ago, my wife was pregnant, and I had a lot of free time, so I often went to Dazhi's house to hang out. He hadn't found his current job yet, and his daily task was to pick up and drop off his wife from work. She often worked night shifts, finishing around midnight. Of course, sometimes Ajun didn't need him, so he was free to do as he pleased. Back then, we often went out for dinner and drinks together in the evenings. Sometimes, if we left late, I would go with him to pick up Ajun—it was on my way home anyway

, so it was their house. Although Dazhi was carefree and seemed indifferent to everything, one time when I went with him to pick up Ajun, I witnessed him get quite a shock. We drank quite a bit that day, and we were both a little tipsy. Later, he recalled that his wife had told him not to pick her up that night as soon as she left. Now, he thinks that if he hadn't drunk too much that day and remembered his wife's instructions, none of this would have happened. It was 11:30 PM. Dazhi and I were sitting cross-legged on the curb outside Ajun's factory, smoking and chatting loudly, oblivious to everyone else. Ajun usually leaves the factory around 12:10 AM. That day, as Dazhi and I were talking, I saw his wife and another man leave the factory gate one after the other. It was around 11:45 PM, and since it wasn't yet the normal shift change, their appearance seemed particularly conspicuous. I patted Dazhi on the shoulder, and he turned around, confirming it was Ajun. I said, "Why are you going that way? Call out!" and stood up, ready to shout, but Dazhi tugged at my clothes, and I sat back down. I'm not a dense idiot; immediately, I looked at him with a complex mix of surprise, excitement, and a hint of mystery. He looked at me and nodded. I understood! I enjoy this kind of work—though it's a little schadenfreude, I know it's harmless, or rather, even if some rumors are proven true, it won't shake the foundation of their marriage. Let's just treat it as amusement.

Dazhi and I followed Ajun and his group at a leisurely pace, about three streetlights' distance apart. Diagonally opposite their factory gate was a small street that rarely saw anyone. It was called a small street rather than an alley because it was wide enough for a car to pass through, but very few people walked on it, especially at midnight, when there wasn't a soul in sight. Ajun and his group turned onto this dark street, without a single light. Dazhi and I exchanged a glance and followed, and I snatched his lit cigarette and stomped it out along with mine. He nodded and smiled; he'd never been as meticulous as me when it came to these subtle details. We also slowed down a bit, because there was no one on this street, and at the same distance, we would be too conspicuous. In the distance, we saw two shadows merge into one and then turn into a small alley. We both stopped at the same time. I took out a cigarette and offered it to him. He took it, lit it, and we stood there in silence. After a brief silence, I whispered, "Do you still want to see her? What, you want a divorce? If you want a divorce, we'll finish this cigarette, rush over, beat her half to death, call the police, and then use the police report as evidence in court to prove she's at fault. We'll make sure she leaves with nothing, penniless." I don't deny that I can be vicious at times, but I never treat others like this for no reason.

He shook his head: "It's not that I want a divorce. I've known for a while, I've heard rumors and had a feeling. I just wanted to see for myself to confirm it, so I won't have any more doubts in the future." I looked at him as if I didn't know him: "Okay, if you're really that open-minded, then I'll watch your sister-in-law's live broadcast too." He chuckled softly, "Haha." After finishing our cigarettes, we threw the butts away and walked over. When we were about 10 meters away, we heard "slap," "slap" sounds coming from the alley. My vivid imagination led me to guess that it was Ah Jun leaning against the wall, and the man was lifting one of her legs and thrusting into her. I could also hear Ah Jun making "hmm," "hmm" sounds with her mouth closed. He stood there without moving, but I knew he wasn't afraid to face it, he just felt that what he wanted to confirm had already been confirmed, and there was no need to see it with his own eyes. I didn't care, I had to see this spectacle.

It was summer, and everyone was wearing flip-flops, or slippers. I kicked off my shoes and, barefoot, silently approached. Peeking over, I saw something completely different from what I expected. Ah Jun was leaning against the wall, his butt sticking out, being fucked by that man. The man hadn't even taken off his shorts—he probably pulled his penis out from the side—and was thrusting in and out. With each thrust, Ah Jun kept making soft "uh!" and "ah!" sounds. I glanced at him, then quickly backed away. When I reached Dazhi, I silently gestured to him a couple of times as if I were thrusting my penis into a woman. He lit another cigarette and whispered, "Put on your shoes, let's go, let's go back." I slipped on my shoes, watching his expression as I walked, and said, "But you don't seem heartbroken at all, not even angry." He grinned, "It's nothing, I just don't want to guess, it's exhausting. Knowing is enough, I won't dwell on it anymore. By the way, do me a favor—get a general feel for that guy. I might need that if I ever have a problem." My buddy needs help. Of course, I couldn't refuse. A couple of days later, I asked a friend of a classmate who also worked at the factory as a loader. Since I couldn't ask directly, I told him, "Don't go to work tomorrow. I'll cover for you for a day. It's just some moving and carrying, right? I'll treat you after work."

He looked at me in surprise: "Are you sure you're okay? You're covering for me and then treating me?" I had no choice but to give him the "confession" I'd prepared beforehand: "I've got my eye on a young lady at your factory, so I'm trying to get close to her and help her out." "Who is she?" I couldn't make up a story now, so I quickly said, "It's not official yet, let's not ruin her reputation. I'll treat you when I've got her, then you'll know." He agreed, and the next day he spent the whole day at an internet cafe. I worked, chatted, and handed out cigarettes, and in no time I was familiar with the group. I found the most talkative one, offered him a cigarette during breaks, and we chatted about this and that, men and women, who was having an affair with whom. All my colleagues in the factory were enthusiasts of this kind of thing, especially good at making wild guesses. Even if there was nothing going on, if someone talked to someone a lot or smiled at someone a lot, they could always connect it to having an affair. Their outbound and inspector relationships are close. I asked some unrelated, shady questions, and then I got straight to Ah Jun: "That inspector of ours, she seems really flirtatious. It would be so satisfying to have an affair with her." "Oh, you mean Ah Jun? He's got someone, the office secretary, Xiao Wang. I heard that as soon as he starts his night shift, she picks him up early and takes him to her office, or they find some secluded corner in the factory to do it right there. Sometimes you can't even find him at shift change. The workshop staff see that it was Xiao Wang from the office who called him away, but they don't ask any questions or care. That's their job..." "Fine, I can do whatever I want. I bet I can get paid every month even if I don't come to work." I continued, half-heartedly probing, "Oh, I know that Xiao Wang. He's young and promising. No wonder he managed to seduce Ah Jun." He retorted indignantly, "Promising my ass! He's just relying on his uncle! If my uncle were the factory manager, I wouldn't even take the job as his secretary. Besides, how much can a secretary earn? He just bought a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment in the Hui Muslim neighborhood this year. 600,000 or 700,000 yuan! On salary? Damn!" Well, that's about it. After get off work, I treated that friend to dinner. During the meal, he asked me how things were going. I said it was hopeless, and that was the end of it.

The next day, I went to Dazhi's house to "play," mainly to "report on my work," haha. His wife opened the door, smiled when she saw me, and ushered me inside. A pang of guilt flashed through my mind when I saw her, but then I thought, "He's been having an affair behind Dazhi's back, so it's not unreasonable for me to help him find out more." I felt at ease again. Once inside Dazhi's house, I closed the door and gave him a brief explanation. He slapped his thigh: "Good job, brother. Come on, I'll treat you." "Uh, treat what?" I meant no need for formalities, but he took it as me asking what he wanted to do with me: "Isn't your wife pregnant? I'll take you to a prostitute to relieve your pent-up desire." I immediately said, "Okay, let's stop here. We won't do that. Losing my virtue is a small matter; getting a disease is worse than dying from pent-up desire." "Hahahaha, is that good self-control or just plain worrying?" "Too many taboos, huh? Haha." He sighed, "...Sigh...I just can't do it. I confronted her the other day, and I gave her a good 'fuck,' asking her while we were doing it whether I was better or that pretty boy from the night before. When she realized I knew, she told me everything, saying he was just a colleague, and that she wouldn't do it again. I said it didn't matter, if you like him, go for it; if you don't, break up and find someone else. It's so outdated not having a lover, especially since you're so young and sexy." I was speechless. Looking at that couple, they weren't even worthy of being called role models.

I chimed in, "I wish I had a lover like that. Her husband doesn't care, and my wife is pregnant. I'm busy to death every day." "Haha, look at you, so pathetic! ---Ah Jun. Ah Jun!" I didn't know why he had called his wife over, so I didn't say anything for a moment. His wife came in and asked, "What's wrong?" "Trying to cool off, bro. Look how pent-up his sister-in-law's been since she got pregnant." Ah Jun and I were both dumbfounded. Although we joked and laughed, and even hugged, it was always in jest. To say it so openly was just ridiculous. Da Zhi looked puzzled: "Can you two stop pretending? One's itching to be alone, and the other's itching to be wild. You only feel at ease with outsiders? Go play in that room, don't keep me from going online." I was still unsure: "You don't seem drunk." Ah Jun's face was flushed, and he looked like he had tears in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. Dazhi turned around and looked at her, saying, "I'm not joking. Your brother's been holding back for so long, just consider it helping out. What, you don't even like him? Besides, we were the two of us who followed you that day, we saw it all, you have to shut him up." That worked. His wife's tears stopped, her face turned even redder, and she continued to probe him with a mix of trepidation and excitement: "Don't regret it, okay?" He chuckled: "Damn, I don't care if others do it, if I wanted to regret it, I would have kicked you out long ago. Go on, wife. I'll be there in a bit." He then continued typing furiously, trying to seduce his online friend.

My head was buzzing with blood rushing to my head. I greeted Dazhi while joking to cover it up: "Don't blame me if I kill him." "Hahahaha, you're just bragging." Okay, I'll take the opportunity. I went to Ajun's bedroom with his wife, and before she could close the door, I grabbed her butt. She twisted her body to avoid me: "So eager, huh? You've been eyeing me for a while now, haven't you?" She even winked at me. Damn! I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Before she could even cry out, I pressed myself against her and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me and her legs around my waist. I kissed her and roughly squeezed her breasts. She twisted her body to avoid me while sticking out her tongue to reach for me. We kissed for a long time, until I felt a surge in my groin, before finally letting go.

Summer is great; clothes are so easy to take off. I stood up, and in less than 10 seconds, I was naked. Then I pounced on her, pulling and tugging until she was naked too. As she made me take off my clothes, she said, "Are you really pent up? Come on, let your sister-in-law help you." As she spoke, she spread her legs, presenting her vulva to me, her waist arching upwards. I was really puzzled, thinking: Who's pent up, me or her?! This thought only lasted a moment. Looking at her labia, which were slightly parted, I just wanted to quickly thrust inside, press myself against her, and damn, her pussy was so loose from being fucked—I didn't aim properly, and it sank in all the way. While thrusting and rubbing inside her vagina, I continued with the stimulating topic: "I saw you were bent over when you were being fucked that day, do you like being bent over? We'll do that later." "...Um...who likes that? There's no room, isn't there?...Ah...there was someone on duty in his office that day, how about we go to his office?...Ah..." "Come on, tell the truth, did you get your ass touched that day?" "...Ah...no, just twice my ass..." "Oh! Harder! ... Just twice, not that day, that day it was in front. ... Oh..." Hearing this made my blood boil. I pulled out my penis and thrust it into her ass again. I must say, it was much tighter here, and it felt quite good going in. "Ah! You bad guy! ... Ah... Slower, slower here... Ah..." I felt her ass for a while. It was plump and fleshy, not as intense as when I thrust into her vagina, where both of us were pressing against our pubic bones. I thrust in for a while, then pulled out and continued thrusting into her vagina. She started hitting my chest, saying, "Are you trying to kill me? You're doing this and that. Ah..." I said, "Isn't that what you're doing? You're helping me, aren't you?" Saying this, I pulled out my penis again and thrust it into her ass again.

This went on several times until I couldn't tell which part was tighter or looser than the other. Each time, I would pull out completely and then thrust in, whichever hole I wanted. She seemed quite excited, probably because no one had ever done this to her before. She gripped my arms tightly with both hands, leaving red marks. Her legs were no longer wrapped around me; she stood with her feet on the bed, legs tense, back arched, and thrust upwards to meet my rhythm. I worked on it for about 20 minutes, and the sensation of stimulating my glans grew stronger and stronger. I knew I was about to ejaculate. I thrust into her vagina and started pumping my penis in and out quickly and rapidly. She cried out even louder. I kissed her passionately, silencing her cries in her throat, and then thrust deep into her uterus. After a few thrusts, I ejaculated all my semen into her uterus… We cleaned up, got dressed, and went to Dazhi's house. Dazhi was still chatting. He turned around and saw me, saying, “Still bragging? Still bragging?! It's only been a short while! Didn't I say it would be over soon? You're done already? You're just causing me trouble. You've got her all aroused. She'll need me to take care of her again later.” What could I say to this guy? I just had to accept whatever he said. I took out a cigarette, and we both lit one. "Don't talk about me," I said. "I bet your wife's a bit too virile. You're suffering." "Bullshit," he replied. "I can last over an hour each time. Every time, she's exhausted. ...It's just that her interest is waning. Sometimes it's once every ten days or two weeks, sometimes only once a month." "That's because you're too promiscuous outside. You don't have the energy." "I guess so. Isn't it good this way?" I didn't deny it. They were really good together, loving and affectionate, yet not interfering with each other's "life." Over time, they could rediscover their passion together. It was quite nice. "By the way, if he really breaks up with that bastard, you can fill in for him. It'll save me some trouble, and you'll get a good deal." "No problem, I'm always available." "Hahaha, do you think you're a gigolo? Always available?" "Hahaha." "Hahaha."

Even now, the couple is still doing well. Ah Jun and I keep in touch every now and then, sometimes we try having sex in his car, sometimes we go wild at his place when no one's home. Once, in front of Da Zhi, he got really into it, and we both fucked Ah Jun, sometimes on top, sometimes back and forth. That time, Ah Jun really got turned on.

Ah Jun and that Secretary Wang haven't broken up either. Secretary Wang became the office director, and Ah Jun recently transferred to the office as a secretary. Sometimes I wonder, has Ah Jun really become his personal work tool? But I'm not jealous. I just consider it a secure job, haha… [The End]

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