What do virtuous wives and loving mothers think about when they have casual sex?

1.

There's a joke about a couple dating. The woman, looking at the bustling crowd, said to the man, "With so many people in the world, how come we're the only two who fell in love?" The man replied, "Fate!" After marriage, the woman said to the man, "With so many people in the world, how come we're the only two who became a family?" The man said, "What a tragedy!"

This is a true reflection of Letong's life.

That day, they went swimming. Lao Dong wanted to go to the deep end, but Letong, being a non-swimmer, could only stay in the shallow end. Bored by herself, she clung to the wall, moving 50 meters across the pool to be next to him. Her feet couldn't touch the bottom. Letong reached for his shoulder and clung to him. Lao Dong, expressionless, said, "Don't cling to me, cling to the wall."

It wasn't anger or disdain; it was just normal conversation.

What was swimming like before marriage? He held her tightly, trying his best to take advantage of her in the water. He would accompany her in the shallow end and even the children's area; if she choked on water, he would worry about her life.

Le Tong watched him swim on and on, completely ignoring her. She was absolutely furious. She secretly climbed out of the pool, changed her clothes, and went to KFC for two hamburgers. Then, to her surprise, she discovered he had put her phone and car keys in her bag. She drove home alone. While doing all this, she felt a mixture of vengeful pleasure, hatred, and anticipation. She could see that it all stemmed from her own fragile heart, the panic that followed being ignored.

Two hours later, the doorbell rang. Le Tong opened the door nonchalantly. Old Dong was furious: "Are you crazy?"

Le Tong didn't answer.

Old Dong gulped down a large glass of water, calming down a bit. He said, "Didn't you know my wallet and keys were in your bag? I walked for over an hour to get back." Then a hint of helplessness crept into his eyes: "Do you think I know what I did wrong today?" Le

Tong saw his slightly furrowed brows, where a trace of disdain was written.

Le Tong's long-held composure crumbled at that moment. Yes, he was tired of her acting up. Acting up stemmed from hurt pride, expressing dissatisfaction, and seeking attention. But it only earned her contempt. Old Dong turned on the TV to watch the game and quickly became engrossed, grabbing beer and boiled peanuts from the fridge to cheer, completely forgetting all their unpleasantness.

Le Tong coldly watched him, a thought suddenly popping into her head. She really wanted to try it, to hook up.

She believed every woman was a slut at heart. She had been a devoted wife and mother because it gave her a sense of selfless dedication. Now she didn't want to dedicate herself anymore; she wanted to try something new.

2.

Hooking up was easy. She downloaded a social media app, posted a flirtatious picture of her back, and wrote two words in her self-introduction: "Young Wife," and that was it. Her

messages flooded in. Some even sent her pictures of their genitals, emphasizing their enormous size and impressive track record.

After filtering and filtering, she chose a young man who spoke reasonably and politely. He sent her a photo; he was in his early twenties and looked refined. She decided to meet him. Because he seemed controllable.

They had agreed beforehand that there would be no SM, condoms were mandatory, no oral sex, no anal sex, and the room fee would be split equally. The boy sent her a smiley face: "No problem."

He even considerately asked her, "Want to eat first? That way, if you don't feel well, you can leave after dinner."

He was very considerate.

They chose a casual restaurant for dinner. The boy sat there, speaking very little, trying to avoid mentioning practical issues like work and family. Because he was slightly awkward, there were occasional pauses in his speech. Their conversation was sparse and disjointed, making them seem like old acquaintances who had skipped all the formalities.

After dinner, the boy asked, "Where are we going?"

This brief exchange hadn't actually aroused her sexual desire. She considered saying, "I'll go home." But she felt that would be impolite and hurt him. Besides, they had already come out, and he wasn't a bad person.

She whispered, "You book."

"There's a hotel nearby."

They went upstairs together, and when they opened the door, they were both a little embarrassed.

"Want to... take a shower first?" he asked Letong.

Letong nodded and went to the bathroom to take off her clothes. She even took her bag in. Firstly, it would be convenient to apply BB cream after showering; after thirty, going bare-faced is simply unacceptable. Secondly, she was a little worried about having her things stolen. Thirdly, she was still uncomfortable undressing in front of strangers.

After showering, she tidied her face slightly, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, and came out carrying her clothes and bag.

She looked a little comical. The boy chuckled, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt in front of her, and forcefully pulled it off, entering the bathroom shirtless.

Le Tong stole a glance at his back; he had a particularly handsome waist and spine.

The sound of water in the bathroom was cheerful. After some time, it stopped, and the world suddenly became quiet. Le Tong felt a little nervous. She crossed her arms and walked to the window.

What am I doing? she asked herself. She didn't know what she was doing either.

The boy came out with a towel wrapped around his lower body, his hair still wet. Seeing that she didn't seem to be going to bed immediately, he walked behind her, gently wrapped his arms around her, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

They hugged silently for a while, and Le Tong slowly accepted him through her breath. She freed one hand and reached behind her, not looking at him, but simply ruffling his hair.

"You know, with so many people coming and going in the world, why are we standing here today?" Le Tong asked.

"Because of loneliness."

Le Tong's heart skipped a beat. She turned around and hugged him, burying her face in his chest, getting used to and comfortable with his scent. The young man's skin was beautiful, his muscles firm, and she could feel his powerful erection.

She leaned back. I'm a bad woman, she thought to herself, but who would know?

The boy suddenly picked her up. She nimbly hooked her legs around his waist, wrapped herself around him, and lowered her head to kiss him.

The mattress thudded heavily, the sheets warped. The ceiling warped. The lights warped. Everything was twisting and distorting. It came. A stampede of horses, a flood bursting its banks. Two strangers had never been so close, despair and excitement intertwined, possessing an astonishing explosive force. It was whole, broken, intense, and melancholic.

Then a vast emptiness descended.

They floated in the air like dust for a while, then tidied themselves up and lay back down.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you still..."

"Her family doesn't like me, we're breaking up soon. What about you?"

"I'm married."

The boy gave a faint "hmm," offering no further reaction. Then there was nothing more to talk about; any further conversation would inevitably touch on reality. They pulled themselves away from their earlier enthusiasm, becoming strangers, their naked skin beginning to feel ashamed.

He got up and put on his clothes. Le Tong asked him, "How much for the room?"

"Huh? You're going to give me money?"

"We agreed to split it."

"Six hundred."

Le Tong was a little surprised; she thought a room for a few hours would be enough, but he had booked a full-day room.

Since they weren't very familiar with each other, she didn't want to say anything.

Le Tong gave him three hundred yuan. He refused, but she put it in his jeans pocket, and he didn't object again. They said goodbye at the elevator; Le Tong went straight home, and

the boy went to check out.

Nothing happened. Le Tong told herself. I don't owe him anything. I don't even know him.

Things suddenly started to feel off. Le Tong noticed the boy was always unusually close to her.

300 meters, 200 meters—he was always hovering near her.

Unable to resist any longer, she asked him, "Where do you live?"

He gave her the name of an apartment complex and his building number. Le Tong almost fainted. He lived in the complex next door.

They had been quite far apart when they arranged to meet. The boy said, "I was at work then."

She felt a pang of panic, but he was excited: "I never thought we'd meet like this! Can I call you out anytime?"

He suggested a place—an abandoned guard post in a corner of their complex, saying it was very safe.

Le Tong knew that place; it was always smelly and teeming with mosquitoes. She felt uneasy; he seemed to be treating her like a free prostitute.

She even regretted giving him money. She had thought it was a way to gain self-respect and achieve equality, but the result was the opposite, making her feel even more worthless in retrospect.

For women, after sleeping together, being loved is a compliment, not being loved is a humiliation—a curse women can never escape.

She closed the distance.

Three days later, the boy messaged her: "Why can't I see your distance? Are you home? Want to come downstairs for a quickie?"

At that moment, she was wearing an apron, cooking. Many guests had come to her house; the elderly were chatting on the sofa, and children were running around in the living room. Amidst the smoky atmosphere, Le Tong suddenly saw her phone screen, jumped in fright, and quickly deleted the social media app.

For the next few days, Le Tong was restless. Please don't run into him! Please don't run into him! Why haven't I seen this person before? They both look so ordinary; maybe I wouldn't have noticed them even if we'd met… And just as she feared, on Saturday, after dinner, Le Tong and Lao Dong went to walk the dog. On the way back, she saw her boyfriend parking his car in front of the supermarket. He looked at them through the windshield, and she immediately looked away, her heart pounding.

Le Tong had a premonition that the boy would say something to her. Sure enough, when she got home, she secretly reinstalled the social media app and saw a bunch of his messages: "Is that your husband? I know your husband. Why aren't you replying to me?"…

Le Tong was horrified. This kind of thing is truly meaningless to men, even a source of pride, but for women it's a nightmare.

"How do you know him?"

the boy said. He'd played ping-pong with Lao Dong during a community competition.

Le Tong was terrified; he could threaten her at any moment, and give Lao Dong a knowing smile the next time they played ping-pong.

She didn't want to play with fire, but she was just unlucky.

The boy continued to beg her: "Come out, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Le Tong refused his unpredictable invitations, as if to satisfy his sudden sexual urges. But the boy persisted. Le Tong snapped: "Why should I go? Do I owe you anything?"

"Don't you need anything?"

"I have a husband, thank you."

She uninstalled the dating app. She vowed never to hook up again. She believed that indulgence wouldn't solve her problems. Her problems were psychological, completely unrelated to physical issues.

4.

Every day after work, Le Tong avoided the entrance to that apartment complex. Two months passed, and she hadn't seen him again. Was he a tenant? Hopefully.

That night at the swimming pool, quite suddenly, she saw her boyfriend.

He was with a young girl, very young, with a slender waist and delicate features.

Their eyes met briefly, then looked away, met again, and then looked away completely.

After a while, the girl went to the restroom, and the boy swam over.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, giving her a tight hug in the water as his hands wandered off to places they shouldn't be.

Le Tong remembered how she used to resent the old men in the pool who wouldn't touch her. Now that someone was touching her, she felt incredibly disgusted.

She splashed out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool.

The boy clung to the railing, looking at her with teary eyes.

"Is that your girlfriend?"

"No."

Le Tong pouted. "She's pretty."

"Not the prettiest one I've found."

He was still a kid, more like trying to get back at her for being dumped. Le Tong gave a bitter smile. The fleeting moment of emotion she had felt during her climax was now completely gone.

"She's from our neighborhood," the boy suddenly told her mysteriously. "She doesn't know yet."

Le Tong was a little surprised.

He told her that he kept his distance from strangers invisible, always observing them silently for a while before making his move, and he would make his moves in different places to create the illusion that they were thousands of meters apart. In fact, the other person had no idea that he just wanted to find someone nearby so that it would be easier to meet up after they got to know each other.

"This one isn't as good as you. All he does is ask for this and that every day. I spent ten thousand yuan of your money in the month we met." The boy didn't treat Le Tong like an outsider.

Le Tong's heart felt like it had been wrung out. Why was she heartbroken? Just a casual sex partner. She realized then that she wasn't looking for a casual sex partner at all; she was clearly looking for a lover, while the man was the one with the clear purpose of looking for a casual sex partner. Sexual pleasure, men seeking pleasure and women seeking love, it has never changed. At this moment, the girl came over, and Le Tong quickly got up and left.

On the way to change her clothes, Le Tong recited, "He's just a vibrator, he's just a vibrator."

She encouraged herself, "Am I innocent? Of course not. Even if I found a lover, not a casual sex partner, I didn't love him, and I certainly wouldn't divorce my wife to live with such a kid. So I shouldn't feel wronged at all.

Hooking up requires inner strength and gratitude for the moment.

" After showering, Letong saw five missed calls from Lao Dong. When she called back, he yelled, "Are you trying to kill me? I couldn't get through! Are you coming to Shengde for dinner? Okay, you don't need to come anymore, we're almost finished eating. I'll pack you half a roast duck."

He still had some conscience, remembering she liked Shengde's duck. She smiled helplessly.

But wasn't "Are you trying to kill me?" her catchphrase? How did he pick it up so well? Every time she said that, Lao Dong would say, "You'll only realize how good I am when I'm dead." Letong remembered the German poet Heine's will before his death, leaving all his property to his wife. However, she could only receive it after remarrying. When a friend asked him why, the poet sighed and said, "Someone has to feel it's a pity I died."

What a helpless statement.

How many people only realize after having a wild time outside that they have to put up with whatever they don't like at home?

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