Exchange of rental properties

Section 1 of "Shared Living"
My husband, Kang Jie, and I both graduated from university in 1989. Due to the student movement, job assignments were difficult that year, and we were no exception. We met through an introduction and got married in 1990. Our married life was very happy, but we were both restless people. In 1991, starting our own business became fashionable, and going to Shenzhen was even more of a trend. That summer, after discussing it, we also resigned 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, after arriving in Shenzhen, we encountered unexpected difficulties when trying to find a place to live. Apartments close to the company were too expensive, while 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 college 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 decided to share 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. It was a unit with a balcony, on the fourth floor of the top floor. 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 could two couples possibly live together? 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 our finances improved. But that was just an excuse; our real thought was to establish ourselves first and quickly save money to rent our own room.
Four people crammed into a room of less than 20 square meters—it was definitely inconvenient; people today can't even imagine the difficulties we faced back then. Cooking, using the toilet, and showering were all extremely difficult. The room was so small that the two beds were almost touching; you had to be very quiet to turn over in bed, let alone have any intimate relations. We were newlyweds, and it was natural to have those urges and needs, but we were both highly educated, and although we were open-minded, it was still something we couldn't show to others. Unlike renting a room, we couldn't discuss these things together. We were both very distressed, but we didn't know how to solve it.
One week later, my husband and I came home from get off work and found a bulging plastic bag hanging on the door. When we opened it, we found it was full of snacks, two movie tickets, and a note that read: "Sorry to invite you two to the movie. We have some personal matters to attend to at home. Please invite us another day. Best regards."
We were both a little dumbfounded, but my husband figured it out first. He smiled and called into the house, saying, "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, let's do our couple's 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 a blank. Just after nine o'clock, the movie ended, and we strolled aimlessly through the streets, hand in hand.
Around 9:30, my husband's pager went off. He called back from the nearby convenience store and it was a message from my classmate: "The room is ready, please come home." We were both relieved and hurried home. When we got back, everyone was asleep, probably to avoid any awkwardness.
A few days later, one afternoon, my husband and I ate out after get off work. When we got home, it was almost eight o'clock. They weren't there. There was a note on the table: "Our company is having a cocktail party. We'll be back around ten o'clock." There was also a condom under the note. My husband and I looked at each other, then hugged each other, kissing and taking off our clothes. 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 without even turning off the lights; it was the first time we'd made love with the lights on. My husband quickly entered me, and the long-lost pleasure made my whole body tremble. 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 squirming, my whole body unbearably itchy. My husband got hard again, and finally, my whole body exploded with pleasure—a feeling I'd never experienced since we got married.
We went on like this for over an hour, both of us drenched in sweat, a large, wet human-shaped stain imprinted on the sheets. Looking at the clock, it was past nine. Although we still 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 had our "couple's bath" and changed, it was almost ten. Seeing that they still hadn't returned, my husband went downstairs to page them, while I cleaned up the mess left after our passionate encounter.
Not long after, they returned, saw the sheets I had soaked in the basin, and gave us a sly smile.
Perhaps women are especially beautiful when they are happy and content. Plus, I'm a pretty girl to begin with. Xiaowen joked with me in the kitchen, saying, "Happy women become more and more beautiful."
I jokingly said, "It's a pity I didn't get to see your happy face that day. When will you let me see it too?"
And so, we tacitly looked after each other. Later, the weather got colder, and being outside was truly unbearable. Neither of us wanted the other to wander around aimlessly, so we returned to our previous helpless state. Unsatisfied, I became somewhat anxious. At home, I would try to suppress my feelings, but when I was outside, I would vent my anger on my husband, yelling that I regretted coming to Shenzhen. My husband silently endured it. After venting, I would feel sorry for him and regret it.
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, listening intently. Before I could speak, my husband covered my mouth with one hand and wrapped his other arm around me.
Hearing the moans and creaking of the bed coming from the other end, my husband and I couldn't resist any longer. My husband's hand slipped inside my pajamas and kneaded my breasts, while my hand slipped inside his underwear and grasped 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 do anything.
After that night of eavesdropping, my husband and I started cautiously repeating the same practice in the latter half of the night. Later, they probably found out, but we all pretended not to, and no one joked or teased each other about it. We understood each other implicitly, and there were fewer reservations. Our lovemaking time gradually shifted from waiting until we were completely silent in the latter half of the night to our normal bedtime around 10 pm. Sometimes, when we were doing it together, listening to each other'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, it seems, needs a touch of mystery to be attractive and alluring.
An unexpected embarrassment changed and strengthened the relationship between our two families.
In the blink of an eye, we've been in Shenzhen for almost a year. We've taken care of each other and are very grateful for each other's kindness, always wanting to find an opportunity to thank each other. In a few days, it will be my classmate's birthday, which happens to be a Saturday. His wife suggested that they host a small birthday celebration at home for the four of us, and the suggestion was immediately approved.
那天，我们两个女人约好了下班在菜市场见面，买了很多的生、熟菜品，我的同学提了一捆啤酒，我老公买了一瓶大香槟。我们下厨的时候，两位男士在屋里聊天。想想可怜，在一起快一年了，工作压力大，加上居住条件，我们从来都没有时间能坐下来好好聊聊。饭菜上来了，我们撩起了中间的帘子，饭菜就摆在两张床之间由两个方凳拼成的“桌子”上，我们彼此祝福，打开了香槟和啤酒。
《合租生活》第2节
六月的深圳，酷热难耐，屋里又没有空调，两个风扇不停地吹着。没过多久，我们的衣服就全湿透了。喝着酒，也没觉得特难受，因为更多地出汗，却感觉很畅快。
我和小雯的衣服全都贴在身上了，内衣上的花纹透过湿湿的衬衣清晰地显现出来，很是尴尬，我们就到卫生间换上了T恤，我还解掉了胸罩，出来时发现她也解掉了。
两个男人也不知什么时候都光膀子了，以前他们是从来不在外人面前光膀子的，今天可能是高兴，加之酒喝多了和天气太热的缘故吧，当时也没有谁觉得有什么不妥。我惊讶地发现我这位老同学的肌肉是如此的发达而且阳刚十足，在学校时我可是从来没有注意过他的。
到晚上十一点时，酒都喝光了，大家也都有些醉了，小雯摇摇晃晃去烧水，我们轮流晕晕忽忽地擦了一下身子就各自回到自己的“大帐”里睡觉了。我啤酒喝得太多了，加上又混喝香槟的缘故，意识都有些模糊了。
晚上频频起夜，头一直晕晕的。有次起来，厕所有人，我就靠在门边，迷迷糊糊地问：“谁在里面？”门开了，小雯摇摇晃晃地出来了，含混不清地对我说：“我都记不清起来几次了。”
我从厕所出来后，扶着墙，迷迷糊糊地回到帐子，一看床上躺着两个人，急忙出来到了另一个帐子，倒在那个熟睡的男人身边，搂着他就睡着了。说也怪，那晚就再也没有起来过。
大约早上十点多，我醒来，可还是迷迷糊糊的，睁开眼，看到周围的东西有些陌生，看了看身边的男人，一下子彻底清醒了，我失声惊叫起来，紧接着，那边的帐子也传来惊叫——
原来，昨晚我们两个女人上错床了！我急忙跑出来，差点和小雯撞上。回到自己床上，搂着目瞪口呆的丈夫，哭了起来，老公回过神来，拍拍我的肩膀安慰我说：“没事了，没事了，酒喝多了吗，快点，该起床了。”那边我的同学也同样地劝着他哭泣的妻子。
男人的安慰让我们安静了下来。大家都起来了，开始收拾昨晚留下的一片狼籍。
两个男人谈笑风生，还相约下午去书店，我们两个女人在厨房里配合默契地洗着碗，谁也不说话。这时，就听到屋里两个男人互相调侃开了：“女权运动杀到中国来了，咱们的老婆把咱们俩给换了。”说完大笑。
我们俩互看了一眼，也不由自主地笑了。
我们俩都想消除彼此间的尴尬，我就没话找话地对她说：“跟他同学四年，想都没想过他，可却发生这样的事，不过说实话，你老公的肌肉够结实的。”
她接着我的话说：“你老公也不赖，肌肉虽不很发达，可皮肤细腻着呢，软软的也不错呀，昨晚我就觉得奇怪，还以为是我老公喝酒喝的皮肤发涨变细了呢。”
我又开玩笑地说：“看来我们是各得其所啦？”
她也开玩笑地说：“你这么满意他，干脆下午我们跟他们一起出去，把老公换过来，体验一下挽着别人老公逛街的感觉。”

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