Desperate young woman and her young husband

Charlie Hansen sat in his cramped workspace, staring blankly at the computer screen. He couldn't concentrate on work; his mind was already wandering to a middle-class neighborhood 27 miles away.
Specifically, his attention was still focused on the master bedroom he'd left 87 minutes earlier. When he left, his wife, Julia, was sobbing on the bed. They'd just had a huge fight, and their lives had been incredibly awkward for the past two months.
Charlie could barely remember the last time he'd made love to his wife. For the past two months, whenever he wanted to, Julia would have a string of excuses: "No, I have a headache,"
or "I feel nauseous,"
or "I don't feel well,"
or "I'm on my period."
This morning, after enduring so much, Charlie finally snapped. Before leaving for work, he told Julia not to wait for him for dinner. When she asked him where he was going, Charlie huffed and puffed, "Since you won't let me be happy at home, I'll go out and find a woman to play with. If I can't find a decent woman, I'll just hire a prostitute."
With that, he slammed the door and left.
Charlie knew the root of the problem. A while ago, Julia discovered she was pregnant. She was overjoyed and eager to become a mother. However, no one expected that she would miscarry three months later, which dealt her a severe blow. The doctor told Charlie that it was normal for a woman to experience some depression after such a blow, and that she would probably calm down in two or three weeks.
However, Julia remained in a state of sadness and depression, showing no signs of improvement. Charlie wanted to find her some professional psychologists to help her overcome her trauma, but Julia refused, saying she had no problems. That morning, when she pushed Charlie's hand away from her breast again, Charlie finally snapped. He lost his temper and said many outrageous things.
Charlie didn't know how he got through the day. As the workday drew to a close, he suddenly found himself in a very awkward situation. It was 5 PM, already past closing time, and he didn't know what to do. In a fit of anger that morning, he'd said he wouldn't be home for dinner after work, and now he truly regretted it.
He had no desire to see women; he absolutely didn't want to hurt Julia with something like this. However, he also wanted Julia to feel that he was serious this time. Maybe, just maybe, this could help Julia slowly change her mood.
"God knows our lives can't go on like this,"
Charlie thought to himself.
In the elevator, Charlie ran into Tom Cambers from the accounting department.
"Hey, Charlie! How are you doing?"
Tom greeted him warmly.
"Fine, Tom, how are you?"
"Great, Charlie, great. I was just promoted to department manager and I'm going to celebrate at Bacon Bar. Want to come?"
Sure, Charlie thought, his awkward situation was finally resolved. Charlie happily agreed to Tom's offer, and they went to Bacon Bar together. It was truly an ironic situation. He had told his wife, Julia, that he wouldn't be coming home after work that night, that he was going out to find other women, but he never actually intended to.
Now, instead of just going out for dinner with his colleagues to pass the time while he couldn't go home, he had ended up in a brothel. Now, several prostitutes soliciting customers in the bar were constantly throwing him flirtatious glances. Charlie thought to himself, "It's best not to mess with these prostitutes."
"Oh, this is terrible, Charlie, we're both married men,"
Tom said. "I think we need to hurry and pick a woman to leave before anyone sees us."
Just then, a sexy red-haired woman walked up to their seats, her eyes gleaming with a green light, staring directly into Charlie's eyes. "Buy me a drink, dance with me, take me home, that's your choice."
Charlie downed his drink in one gulp and laughed, "Why didn't I encounter something like this before I got married?"
Tom and the red-haired woman laughed together. The woman turned and walked back to her seat, saying to Charlie, "Think it over carefully, how about I be your wife for a while?"
Charlie did need to think it over carefully. He thought about it seriously for a long time, and finally, his love for Julia won out.
When Charlie returned home late at night, Julia was already asleep, or rather, pretending to be asleep, so when Charlie climbed into bed, she didn't move at all. The next morning, the couple ignored each other after getting up, and Charlie went to work without even eating breakfast.
For Charlie, it was another long workday. He still couldn't concentrate on work, his mind preoccupied with Julia and wondering what had gone wrong in their marriage. At lunchtime, the company finance department informed Charlie that his salary for the month had been deposited into his bank account, so he went to the ATM on the corner and withdrew some cash. He withdrew 150 yuan, deposited one-tenth of his salary into a fixed-term deposit, and put the rest in his checking account.
That evening, on his drive home, Charlie kept thinking about how to mend the rift between him and Julia. He thought perhaps they should seek professional help; they might need a marriage counselor, or even guidance from a psychologist.
But as soon as he stepped inside, he heard Julia's mocking welcome: "Welcome home, our boar! How was your night? Did you have a quickie with some bitch on your way home?"
"Fuck your mother!"
Charlie yelled angrily, storming through the kitchen into his study. He heard Julia running upstairs crying, and wanted to follow her to apologize, but then he thought he shouldn't show weakness, so he stayed in his study.
On the kitchen counter, there was a small glass jar. Every payday, Charlie would put $75 in it as Julia's first allowance. But because of their argument the night before, Charlie had forgotten about it. The next day was Saturday, and Charlie slept in. When he got up and went downstairs, Julia was already waiting for him in the kitchen.
"Hey, where's my money? I'm supposed to get my hair done at 9:30, it's getting late."
Julia's cold tone infuriated Charlie. He replied, "What money? Are you saying I have to pay you to sleep with me? If that's the case, you should be paying me, because you haven't made me happy in far too long."
For the next week, Charlie and Julia were locked in a fierce argument, neither willing to back down, and their conversations only made things worse. On Friday evening, Charlie came home from work and was about to put the money he was supposed to give Julia the previous week into the glass jar when he saw a note on the dining table that read, "I'm out earning money, don't wait for me."
Charlie didn't intend to wait for her; he didn't want to give her what she wanted. However, lying in bed, Charlie couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned, his mind racing, wondering where Julia had gone.
In the middle of the night, Charlie heard a car stop in front of his house. He got out of bed and peered out the window. The car parked at the entrance wasn't Julia's, but he clearly saw her sitting in the passenger seat, embracing and kissing a strange man.
Finally, Julia released her grip on the man's hand, got out of the car, waved goodbye to him, and walked towards the door. Charlie quickly moved away from the window, lay down on the bed, and pretended to be asleep. After Julia got into bed, Charlie smelled a strong odor of smoke and alcohol on her. Charlie was very angry and puzzled, and barely slept all night.
The next morning, Charlie tried to talk to Julia, but she remained silent. Finally, pressed by Charlie, Julia said, "You want to know where I went last night? Fine, I'll tell you. You paid those bitches the money that was supposed to be mine, so I went and got it back. You know what I did, right?" "
I went to the Shama Rolling Stones bar, hooked up with a guy, took him to a hotel room, and fucked him. Want to know anything else? You put the $75 that was supposed to be mine into those low-class prostitutes' cunts. No problem, I have a cunt too, don't I? Last night I made $200 with my cunt in one go, way more than you gave me. What do you think, you idiot!"
"You bastard!"
Charlie said angrily.
"Oh, really? Here, let me show you."
With that, Julia opened her handbag and pulled out a large wad of cash, placing it in front of Charlie. Seeing the money, Charlie thought it must be at least $600.
"Look at you, you bastard! Last night I fucked three men, and they each paid me $200; I even got $75 for giving one guy a blowjob."
"No, no! You can't do such a filthy thing!"
"Of course I can, why not? I'm going again tonight."
"I don't believe you. I don't know where your money comes from, but I absolutely don't believe you would sell yourself."
"Heh, believe it or not. Let me tell you, I'm not wasting money renting a hotel room tonight. I'm bringing guests home, and you can watch me fuck other men in your bed."
With that, she turned and left.
All afternoon, Charlie watched Julia constantly getting ready. She put on stockings, high heels, and before putting on her coat, she wasn't wearing underwear or a bra. Before leaving home, Julia stared directly into Charlie's eyes, telling him she would be back soon. About twenty minutes after Julia left, the phone rang. Charlie picked up the receiver; it was Julia calling.
“I told my lover that my husband wants to watch me have sex with him, and he’s a little nervous and doesn’t really want you to see. So, if you really want to see me fuck another man, you’d better hide in the closet,”
Julia said bluntly.
Charlie was about to tell her she’d gone too far and try to persuade her to go home, but before he could say anything, Julia had already hung up.
After hanging up, Charlie stood blankly at the window, lost in thought. Ten minutes passed, and Charlie saw a strange car pull up in front of his house. The door opened, and Julia and a man got out and walked towards the front door. Charlie couldn’t believe his eyes, but it was true. Charlie thought, Julia must be joking with him, it must be a joke.
“Okay,”
Charlie thought, “If you want to play games with me, then let’s play!”
With that thought, Charlie quickly ran upstairs, slipped into the bedroom, and hid in the closet. He carefully closed the closet door, leaving a small crack through which he could peek outside, then smiled to himself, "I won't come out of the closet like a jealous husband to stop her. Let's see what she does then!"
Charlie still didn't believe Julia would actually have sex with another man; he always thought she was just bluffing.
A few minutes later, Julia brought her "guest" into the bedroom. She smiled at the man and said, "Please put the money on the bedside table."
The man took out a wad of bills from his pocket, pulled out a few and placed them on the bedside table, then put the rest back in his pocket.
"Hmph! Pretending!"
Charlie thought. "I bet they rehearsed in the living room downstairs."
Julia slowly took off her clothes, twirled in front of the man, and asked, "What do you think?"
"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful!"
the man said, and began to undress himself.
Charlie saw Julia standing naked in front of a strange man and felt her joke had gone a bit too far. He knew she was waiting for him to come out and stop her, but if he rushed out of the closet, flushed and red-faced, wouldn't that be tantamount to giving in to Julia? Perhaps she should end this ridiculous game herself.
Charlie thought, deciding to hide inside and continue watching, to see just how far she wanted to take this joke, to see how she would end this farce in a frustrating way.
The man took off his underwear, and Charlie saw his large penis was already hard and erect. Oh, this can't go on, Julia, how can you stand naked in front of a strange man like this? How can you let him take off his underwear in front of you? Charlie thought to himself, his wife should end this farce.
The man, naked from the waist down, walked to the bedside and sat down, beckoning Julia to come to him. Julia turned her head, staring at the closet for a long time, then slowly took off her underwear—her last piece of clothing.
"Oh, she's signaling me,"
Charlie thought. "No, I shouldn't be the one stopping her; she should end this herself!"
Julia knelt before the man, glanced at the wardrobe again, then opened her mouth and took his entire hard penis inside. Oh! Charlie felt as if his heart had been struck a heavy blow; he almost fainted. Seeing the strange man's foul-smelling penis thrusting in and out of his wife's mouth, Charlie finally understood that everything Julia had said was true. Watching Julia's mouth slide back and forth on that hateful penis, Charlie felt as if he were watching his marriage die.
Under Charlie's gaze, Julia sucked the man's penis for a few minutes, then lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and waited for the man to take her.
For the next twenty minutes, Charlie stared blankly, dumbfounded, as the man brazenly raped his wife, Julia. He constantly changed positions, his thick, erect penis thrusting deeply and violently into Julia's vagina, anus, and mouth. The bedroom was filled with the moans of the man and woman, the sounds of flesh colliding, and the creaking of the bed.
As he watched, Charlie suddenly realized his penis was also completely erect, and he didn't even know when he had unzipped his pants, gripping his hard penis and vigorously stroking it. Then, the sounds of lovemaking in the room drew Charlie's attention again. He looked up at the activity inside.
The two lovers seemed to have reached orgasm simultaneously, moaning and shouting, "I'm coming, I'm coming..."
The man climbed off Julia and stood by the bed, putting on his clothes. Julia remained lying on the bed with her legs wide open, her vulva, covered in thick pubic hair, red and swollen, a trickle of white semen flowing from her pink slit.
The man finished dressing, looked at Julia's satisfied smile, and said, "I have your phone number. I'll definitely call you next time I'm in town. You're a real bargain, a sexy woman."
With that, he pulled a few more bills from his pocket and placed them on the bedside table. "Here's some more money for you. Goodbye, baby!"
Hearing the car noise fade into the distance, Julia called out to the wardrobe, "You can come out now."
Charlie struggled and finally managed to crawl out of the wardrobe. Julia looked at his hard penis sticking out of his pants and said with a smile, "Come here, let Julia take care of your little darling. Of course, it's free."
Charlie eagerly climbed onto the bed. Julia grasped his penis with her right hand and slowly inserted it into her vagina. "Do you like it? Do you like watching your wife make money with her cunt? I bet your cock does. Come on, baby, tell me you like it, tell me you like watching your wife get fucked by other men,"
Julia said.
Charlie didn't say a word, but his penis spoke for him; it had never been so hard. Charlie secretly admitted to himself that as his penis slid inside a vagina filled with another man's semen, he felt an unprecedented comfort and pleasure.
He hadn't had sex with a woman for three months, but he'd already ejaculated while watching Julia and that man have sex, so he wouldn't ejaculate anytime soon; in fact, he seemed unable to ejaculate at all.
Charlie fucked Julia hard for over half an hour, but he still couldn't ejaculate. Julia had at least four orgasms, but Charlie still couldn't ejaculate. Finally, he felt a large amount of semen pressing against his glans, and he finally ejaculated violently into his wife's vagina, which was filled with another man's semen. After ejaculating, he was reluctant to pull out until his limp penis slid out of his wife's vagina before he rolled over and lay down next to Julia.
Charlie took a while to catch his breath and calm himself down. He turned to look at his wife, and Julia looked at him with a face full of surprise.
"God! What's wrong with you? Did you really get this hard because you saw me having sex with that guy?"
"How could you do such a thing? You haven't had sex with me for months, but you went out to find other men to have sex with and even made money from it. Why did you refuse to have sex with me?"
Julia shrugged and didn't say anything.
"Why? Why did you do this to me, Julia?"
"Why? Do you want to know why? It's because you took the money that was supposed to give me and went to prostitutes. You can't possibly know how much that hurt me. I just wanted to get revenge on you, to get revenge on you the way you hurt me."
Charlie stared intently at Julia, gently shook his head, and slowly got up from the bed. "I didn't use the money I was going to give you to go to prostitutes. You should know that I love you very, very much. I would never hurt you like that."
Charlie said painfully.
"Alright, stop lying to me."
Julia snapped back.
“I’m not lying to you, Julia. That night, I was drinking with Tom Cambers from the company’s accounting department at the bar, celebrating his promotion to department manager, and then I went home. You can ask him if you don’t believe me. To be honest, I haven’t touched another woman since I married you,”
Charlie said, both heartbroken and sincere.
“Oh, God! Is it true? Oh, look what I’ve done!”
Julia sobbed.
“Let me tell you what you’ve done,”
Charlie said, standing up and looking at Julia before leaving the room. “You destroyed our marriage and found a way to support yourself.”
With that, Charlie packed his bags and left the home that had broken his heart.

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