Tang Jing - Divorced Woman

Author: Tang Jing [I] Half a year has passed since the end of the marriage. I have gradually emerged from a state of numbness. After all, it was a marriage that lasted for ten years. I still live in the old house. When dividing the property, my ex-husband generously left the house and car to me. In his words, between him and me, it was easier for him to make money in business, while I was a civil servant with a fixed salary and had greater financial pressure than him.
I am not grateful to him, because only a month after the divorce, he got a marriage certificate with that woman and found a stepmother for our child.
Divorce is not a glorious thing. Although my ex-husband and I handled it discreetly, the news still reached my colleagues at work through some means. Fortunately, I am well-liked, and my colleagues either pretended not to know or comforted me in a friendly manner. In short, it did not cause me too much trouble.
Life goes on, but my daily life has become simpler, completely turning into a routine between work and home. I only go to the supermarket or the beauty salon for skin care on weekends. To help my son adapt as quickly as possible, my ex-husband and I agreed that our son would only live with me for one day a month.
After my divorce, several close friends kept trying to set me up with potential partners, saying that this matter couldn't be delayed. Out of politeness, I went on a few dates. There were unmarried young men three years younger than me and divorced single men. Some of them were quite eligible and seemed satisfied with me. However, I felt a sense of caution or even fear towards relationships. I felt that I didn't want to rush into another committed relationship, so I politely declined these men.
But my relationship with one man has become complicated.
Old Ke is the foreman of the small property management office. He's from Hainan and must be about 5 years old. He retired from the armed police force. His wife farms in their hometown, while he came to this city alone from Hainan to work. He has two children, a son in college and a daughter in her final year of high school. So he also works part-time as a small electrician. He can earn about 5 yuan a month by doing two jobs. He lives in the electrical room of the small underground garage. The property management company symbolically charges him 1 yuan a month for rent and water and electricity.
Old Ke seems like an honest and kind person. He is conscientious and responsible at work and is always willing to help others. Therefore, everyone in the neighborhood praises him highly. For example, when our family's circuit malfunctioned and tripped a few times, he would come to our house immediately to solve the problem after we made a phone call. Whenever someone needed to move heavy items, he would definitely help them carry them upstairs.
My relationship with Lao Ke became close because of a parking issue.
To save money, we chose the smallest parking space on the far side. Every time I park, I have to struggle to turn around first and then slowly back the car in. I'm a decent driver, but I've never been very good at reversing into a parking space. Lao Ke's electrical room is right behind our parking space. Every time I come home from work and park, he's usually cooking at the door with an induction cooker set up. When he sees me struggling to reverse, he always comes over to help me. This has become an unbreakable habit between us. If he happens to be busy and not there to help me, I feel uneasy.
I can't remember when I discovered his little quirk. It was probably in the summer. When I was backing up, I would usually roll down the driver's side window so that Lao Ke could give me directions. He would usually stand by my window, lean over, and give me verbal instructions: "Turn left, don't move, keep going, turn slightly to the right, and so on." It was simple and direct, much more intuitive than those who gestured left and right.
When a woman drives in a skirt, unless it's a long skirt, the skirt will inevitably ride up when she sits in the driver's seat. Plus, when she's not paying attention, her legs sometimes spread wide apart, and if there's a suitable angle… This is something I noticed by chance when I was imitating Lao Ke, directing a female teacher at school to back up. I was standing in the same position Lao Ke usually used when directing me. The teacher was wearing a short skirt, and as her car moved backward, I saw more and more of her two snow-white thighs exposed. When she was almost in the parking space, a red triangle at the base of her thighs was clearly visible under her skirt, bulging. At that moment, I suddenly thought of Lao Ke; he always stood in the same spot. So… Later, when Lao Ke was directing me to back up, I kept a close eye on it and secretly observed several times. Sure enough, my guess was confirmed. At first, I was a little angry; I never expected that the seemingly honest and kind Lao Ke would do such a despicable thing.
But after thinking about it calmly, I quickly forgave him.
I don't know what my motivation was, maybe it was pity. I thought about how Lao Ke was over fifty and still working hard away from home to support his two children's education. So I pretended not to know about his fetish. Sometimes I would even deliberately wear a very short skirt so he could direct me when I was backing up, and I would deliberately back up very slowly so he would have plenty of time to peek under my skirt.
Of course, at that time I was unaware of my husband's extramarital affair, and I felt deeply guilty about it, feeling that I had betrayed him in some way.
Actually, I have no right to accuse my husband of having an extramarital affair. I myself have also had an affair during my marriage with my son's elementary school teacher, although it only lasted for a month and we slept together three times, and I was not the one who initiated it.
Looking back now, I think it's probably because of that experience that I felt indifferent about my relationship with Lao Ke after my divorce.
Besides taking the opportunity to peek under my skirt every time he directed me to back up, I also discovered that Lao Ke had a habit of frequently looking into our house from under our balcony.
When he patrolled, he would pause briefly as he passed by our building, glance up quickly, and then continue on his way. One weekend, I happened to be home when he walked over and stood under a tree near the wall. It looked like he was smoking, but he kept looking up. I glanced at our balcony and immediately understood. It was drizzling and damp, and my two pairs of thongs, one black and one white, were hanging on the clothes rack on the balcony. The thin, transparent lace was swaying slightly in the intermittent breeze.
Was he fantasizing about what it would feel like to wear those two little thongs on my lower body? The narrow fabric couldn't contain my thick labia? The thick, messy pubic hair typical of mature women peeked out from the edges? The thin straps were deeply embedded between my full, round buttocks? Or was he thinking that the female teacher who usually looked so quiet and dignified was wearing such provocative panties under her skirt? At that moment, I was looking at Lao Ke standing downstairs through the curtains, feeling a little hot all over, and I couldn't help but put one hand on my lower abdomen and gently stroke it.
From then on, it became a kind of teasing game between Lao Ke and me. In the past, I would hang my underwear in front of the bathroom window, but now I hung it on the balcony without any scruples. Every day, I would wear different styles of lace panties, some openwork, some with ties, especially those narrow and small thongs, and stockings of various colors. They would sway in the breeze on the balcony, becoming the most tempting scenery in Lao Ke's eyes.
Imagine Lao Ke directing me to back up and seeing me wearing only black underwear. That night, those underwear will be washed and hung out to dry on the balcony for him to see to his heart's content. Only he can truly understand the feeling.
One was a man who had been living apart from his wife for a long time, and the other was a divorced woman who had long since ceased to have marital relations with her husband. The phrase "dry wood and raging fire" perfectly describes our relationship.
I don't know how Lao Ke usually takes care of his sexual needs. Given his character, I guess he wouldn't go out to prostitutes. But he and his wife only have the chance to meet once a year during the Chinese New Year. Later, in his small room, I saw a male masturbator, also known as a sex toy. That must be how he solves his physiological problems.
Old Ke wasn't stupid; he naturally knew I had noticed his little tricks. But I pretended not to know and acted as usual. Although he had his own ideas, my ex-husband and I were still married at that time, so he didn't dare to take any real action.
我们之间的擦边球一直持续到了６月中旬。
已经进入酷夏，天气一天比一天热，那天家里的饮水机彻底罢工了，用了五年的机子早已经过了保修期，我也懒得叫人来修了，直接在京东上订了一台新的。
机子当天就送来了，但是送货员只把机子送到了楼下，说饮水机不属于大件商品，不负责送到家门口，而且不等我投诉就开车走了，更不巧的是我们这个单元的电梯正在维护，我站在楼道口正在一筹莫展的时候，老柯巡逻正好经过，二话不说就扛起饮水机往楼梯上走。
大热天的３７、８度，把饮水机扛上四楼可不是一件轻松的事，老柯的衣服前后都被汗水打湿了，满头大汗的，我开了空调让他休息一下，他问我饮水机装在哪里，然后又拆开包装纸箱替我装好了，当我递给他一杯水的时候他咕咚咕咚地一口喝光了。
不知道为什么，当时我的心突然跳得很快。
你看你这一身汗，要不，你去洗个澡吧？我知道你那没卫生间，洗个澡要跑老远。
我故作轻描淡写地说，但是感觉自己的心都快从嗓子眼里跳出来了。
这……方便吗？老柯明显有点意外，但是我也看到他的眼角抽动了一下。
有啥不方便的，邻居又不知道。
我转眼看着已经关上的大门，刚才一路上来，也没遇到别人。
老柯不好意思地摸了摸后脑勺，呵呵地干笑了几声。
我去给你拿条毛巾。
我卧室取了条新的毛巾递给了他。
老柯也没有继续推辞，我闻见他身上散发出来的汗馊味，估计也是真热得够呛。
在老柯洗澡的当儿，我也不知道该做些什么，只有拿着饮水机的说明书翻看着。
还不到五分钟，卫生间里的水声就停止了，我听见打开门的声音。
你这么快就……我转过身刚说了半句话就呆住了。
老柯全身上下一丝不挂地站在卫生间门口，我看见他那精瘦结实的肌肉，肚子上没有一丝赘肉，隐约可见几块腹肌，小腹下一大片茂盛杂乱的倒三角，最让我吃惊的是这片毛发之下耸立著暗红色的肉棒，已然高高挺起。
尽管我预想过今天可能会发生些什么，但是我没想到会来得那么直接，如果有录像，我一定想看看当时我是一副什么样的表情，我估计当时像定格一样持续了有五到六秒，我才如梦初醒一般本能地转身想往卧室里逃去。
但是我才跑了几步，老柯就在后面抱住了我。
虽然这太像一出老套的港台三级片的桥段，但是它就这样真实地发生了。
我记得老柯的动作直接而果断，一只手在上面伸进我连衣裙的领口隔着文胸抓住了我一只乳房，另一只手则在下面撩起了我的裙摆，露出我裹着裤袜的丰臀，我穿的是一双宝娜斯的２ｄ的超薄肉丝，玫红色的内裤清晰地显露在裤袜里面，老柯的手用力地捏着我略为有些下垂的臀肉。
我觉得一个正常的女人这时候应该会呼喊，但是我并没有，至始至终到这一步，我和老柯都没有说一句话。
我听见老柯那粗重的喘息声，我觉得那就是一种野兽才会发出来的声音。
老柯抓住我腰间的裤袜袜口连同内裤一起往下拉，我没想到会这么快，看着客厅那还打开一半的阳台玻璃门，风把薄纱落地窗帘吹得飘了起来。
别……我担心地盯着阳台。
老柯循着我的视线，明白了我的担忧，推着我走进了卧室，让我双手撑在了那张原本属于我和前夫的大床上，我的大脑一片空白，还没来得及让我有半分犹豫，一根热乎乎的又坚挺无比的物体从我股间刺入，这熟悉但又陌生的感觉已经有大半年没体会过了，从我跟丈夫冷战分居到离婚，已有八个月之久。
我像是刚刚醒觉了什么，往后用手推著老柯的小腹。
床头柜，我慌乱地说，去拿个套。
老柯很配，抽离了他的男根，走到床头柜前打开翻找了一下，那里有我和前夫还没用完的一盒冈本避孕套。
穿戴停当之后，老柯再度到我身后，看见我还保持着原来的姿势，他肆无忌惮地将我的裙摆从容地掀了起来，又扒拉着我连衣裙的肩带，先是左手，再到右手，我机械地让他将连衣裙完全脱掉，然后是文胸，跟着是脱了一半的裤袜和内裤，最后是脚上的高跟鞋，直到我全身上下一丝不挂。
滚烫的坚挺再度进入我的身体，我把头压得很低，直到自己的脸贴在了床褥上。
老柯急促地喘息著，双手抓住了我沈甸甸的向下悬垂著的３６ｄ的乳房，随着他抽送的节奏一前一后地晃荡著。
说实话，我并不确定当时我是不是生理上获得了快感，我只知道过程很短，可能只有三分钟或者四分钟，我就高潮了，老柯几乎紧跟着发出一阵濒死般的抽搐，他的身体重重地压在我背上，我们两人一起瘫倒在宽大的床上。
紧跟着发生的事情让我哭笑不得，老柯从我身上爬起来后扑通一声跪在了我的身前。
对不起，对不起，唐老师，我太冲动了。
他的声音甚至有点颤抖。
别说了，你赶紧走吧。
我当时也不知道怎么处理这种局面，扯过床上的空调被遮住自己赤裸的身体。
老柯在客厅胡乱地穿着他的衣物，我裹着被子走到卧室门口，我们四目相对，我赶紧低下了头，看着地，用低低的声音说：小心点，别让邻居看见。
老柯走了有一会我的思维才恢复正常，我感觉刚才发生的一切就像做了个梦，我开始有点不相信自己跟小的物业班长发生了这种关系，直到我在卧室的地上看到那只皱巴巴的避孕套，前端那满满的一管白浊的液体，这男人是压抑了多久？我隐约有点后悔，但随之而来的却是一种报复了前夫的满足感。
之后的几天，我和老柯一切如常，仿佛什么事情都未发生一样，加上单位里正好也事情多，忙了整整一个星期，早出晚归的跟老柯也很少有接触，也避免了我们之间的尴尬。
周末加完班我星期一是补休，那天下午刚过四点，我午觉睡醒了赖著不想起床，外边挂了３８度的高温橙色预警呢，空调吹得正舒服却突然一下子停电了，我开门看了看楼道里路灯还亮着，只是我家里断了电。
给小物业打了电话以后，我才想起来上门检查维修的一定是老柯，因为小里只有他一个电工。
距离上次送饮水机正好一个星期，我不由得想起来当天的一些细节，莫名的有种既害怕又期待的躁动，还在胡思乱想的当儿敲门声就响起了，来的果然是老柯。
只是简单的保险丝熔断，老柯麻利地换上了新的，楼道里静悄悄的，对门的业把房子租出去了，住着个公司白领，这会早就上班去了，我说进来喝杯水吧。
老柯进了门，看着我身上那条粉色的居家小睡裙，我当时是很为自己害臊的，明知道电工上门也不换身衣服，可不就是期待着发生什么吗，粉色的真丝面料下没有戴文胸，隐约可见两个沈甸甸的乳房轮廓，两粒硕大的草莓清晰凸现著，下面黑色的内裤更是若隐若现的。
老柯最后没有喝水而是上了我家卧室的床……有了第二次，第三次、第四次就不再那么遮遮掩掩了，说实话如果单纯为了解决生理需求，我的选择有很多，甚至还有不少优秀的单身男士，我选择老柯是为什么呢，我也自己问自己，也许就是我纯粹地想犯贱，并不是想贬低老柯，但是我跟他之间的身份差距真的是很大，正因为这样，每一次跟他做爱的时候，我都有种惩罚了前夫的快感。
四十岁的女人是可怕的，尤其是心怀怨恨的女人。
老柯的精力似乎远比同龄人旺盛，这也是出乎我意料之外的，不过可能是跟他当过兵有关系吧，从６月中开始才不到一个月时间，我们做爱的次数不下２次，这几乎相当于我跟前夫半年的频率。
有几次他晚上２点下了班溜上我家来，我们做完爱之后他又偷偷溜自己的配电房去，早上我去上班前他居然又上来了，后来我觉得这样太冒险了，万一哪天对门的邻居早起撞上了呢，于是变成我提早一个小时出门，去取车的时候趁机溜进他住的配电房里，那个位置正好也是监控的死角，往往我进门的时候他都是赤身裸体地等著了，三下五除二地把我也剥得精光，就在他那狭窄的上下铺仓促地交欢。
The most daring time was in the underground parking garage, right in my car. That was my first time having sex in a car. It was a weekend night, and I was attending a high school reunion. I had a few drinks, and since I don't have a high alcohol tolerance, I was a little dizzy. So, a male classmate from high school drove the car for me. He backed the car into the parking space for me. When this male classmate said goodbye to me, Lao Ke saw it. After the male classmate left, I sat in the car to rest, and Lao Ke went out for a drive. When he came back, I had locked the car and was about to go upstairs.
"Who's that guy?" Lao Ke asked.
I didn't notice that Lao Ke's tone was a bit unhappy, so I casually said: "His new girlfriend, huh?"
So quickly, she's already hooked up with someone else.
As Lao Ke spoke, he grabbed my hand.
It was only then that I realized Lao Ke's abnormality. I struggled a few times but couldn't shake off his hand. It was about 1:30 in the morning, and the underground parking garage was quiet. I didn't dare to make a sound. Lao Ke took the opportunity to pull me into his arms and started kissing me.
Are you crazy? Someone will see this if they come here.
I pushed him a few times with force.
"Who would come here at this hour? Dressed like this, and drunk, you must have been out picking up guys, right?" Old Ke muttered discontentedly, looking me up and down. I was wearing a floral print sundress, a bit short, just past mid-thigh, with black stockings and crimson high heels.
No, it's just our high school reunion.
I realized that Lao Ke was getting a little out of control, so I tried to calm him down.
The party was just an excuse; the real purpose was to hook up. If I hadn't run into that guy, would he have taken him upstairs? You're crazy. I'm tired; I want to go home.
I pushed Lao Ke hard, trying to get rid of him. If I didn't want to linger with him in a place like this for too long, some late-returning car might see us.
Old Ke was very strong, which only made him control me even more tightly. What I didn't expect was what happened next. He grabbed the two shoulder straps of my dress and pulled them down all the way to my forearms, which exposed my upper body. Underneath, I was wearing a half-cup black lace bra, and my large breasts, which could barely be contained, were shaking violently.
I instinctively covered my chest, and Lao Ke took the opportunity to grab my skirt and lift it up, revealing my long legs covered in black stockings. He reached out and haphazardly touched my taut, silk-stockinged buttocks.
Old Ke, what are you doing?
I twisted my waist more forcefully, trying to break free.
"Why are you criticizing me? Don't you just want to find a man to have sex with tonight?" Old Ke said viciously.
Everyone understands these high school reunions. At that age when love first blossoms, everyone has some inexplicable feelings for the opposite sex. Although we went our separate ways after graduation and are now all married and have families of our own, we all become more sophisticated and mature at these reunions. After so many years, when we get together again and our spouses aren't present, some of us finally have the courage to say things we wouldn't have dared to say back then, perhaps with a bit of alcohol on our lips. I was the prettiest girl in high school, and of course, a few male classmates said some ambiguous things to me at the reunion. Women are vain after all. Being pursued by the opposite sex, I remained outwardly calm, but inside, I was feeling a surge of emotions.
Although Lao Ke said it in anger, I thought about it carefully. If I had just given a little hint, this male classmate would most likely have walked me upstairs. The rest would have been obvious. After all, he was the prettiest girl in my high school class, and he had feelings for me back then. I just didn't accept any of the boys' advances at the time and only started dating in college. But men always have a lingering attachment to things they wanted but didn't get when they were young, right? Lao Ke pushed me to my bike, to the side near the wall, where it couldn't be seen from the outside. He ripped my pantyhose down to my thighs. I don't know if it was because I was drunk or for some other reason, or maybe because I had been teased by those male classmates with ambiguous words at the class reunion. That's when I realized that my underwear was a little wet.
I didn't show any particular resistance to Lao Ke's rudeness.
Old Ke pulled my underwear and pantyhose down to my ankle. I hesitated for a moment, but I still lifted my foot so that he could take the pantyhose and underwear off one foot and hang them on the other ankle.
I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled, and when I turned around, I saw Lao Ke pull his penis out of his pants, already hard and sticking up.
I couldn't care less about anything else. I put my hands on the trunk lid of my car, looked down, and Lao Ke's thing suddenly shoved in from behind.
I cried out, and he used a lot of force, but my vagina wasn't dry, so Lao Ke didn't have to exert much effort to get inside.
Because of our height difference—I'm 1.7 meters tall, and Lao Ke is only about 1.63 meters tall—plus I was wearing high heels, this posture was quite awkward. Even though I tried my best to bend over, he still had to stand on his tiptoes.
Doing such a shameful thing hastily in this place puts us under immense pressure, which intensifies our adrenaline levels. Plus, I was already quite drunk, so I couldn't care less about how shameful this almost wild behavior was.
"If that male classmate knew that the fat meat that was right in front of him was beaten to it by a security guard, wouldn't he be furious?" Old Ke said arrogantly, thrusting his hips hard. I don't know if it was my imagination, but he was especially hard tonight, so much so that my wet and slippery cavity was being rubbed intensely, making me feel numb and tingly.
I felt physically pleasurable, which instantly dispelled the slight unpleasantness I initially felt due to Lao Ke's domineering attitude.
He's talking nonsense, um... I lowered my head, my messy hair hanging down on both sides of my face.
It was already late at night, and the sounds of the genitals pressed together between the man and woman sounded particularly lewd and grating. I felt a little ashamed and struggled to support myself on the trunk lid to maintain my balance as I faced Lao Ke's rapid thrusts. My plump buttocks trembled elastically under the impact of Lao Ke's hips.
Old Ke moved his hands up from my waist and forcefully squeezed and kneaded my heavy, full breasts through my black bra. As if that wasn't enough, he pulled the bra down further, fully exposing my breasts, and flicked my nipples with his fingers. His breathing became more and more rapid, and several times he pushed my body up, forcing me to spread my legs as wide as possible and tiptoe in my high heels.
Ah... Old Ke... Don't stop... I'm almost there.
I groaned shamelessly.
During this time, a car returning home late drove past in the underground parking garage. Although it was far away, the car's headlights still startled us. Under high tension, Lao Ke quickly ejaculated.
Hot liquid flowed down my private parts and down to my inner thighs.
We quickly separated and tidied our clothes. I found it troublesome and didn't bother to put my half-off pantyhose and underwear back on. I took off all my clothes and stuffed them into my handbag. Two people got out of a car that had just parked in the distance and stood by the car to get their things, completely unaware that a couple in the corner had just finished having sex.
You're incredibly bold.
I pushed hard against Lao Ke's chest while pulling up the shoulder straps of the dress that had slipped down to his waist.
I can't help it, I always lose my mind whenever I'm with you.
Old Ke said with a wicked grin.
I didn't say anything more to him, and quickly walked into the stairwell with my handbag. There were three missed calls on my phone in the handbag. They were from the male classmate who had just brought me here. I guess Lao Ke and I were chatting away at the time. He also sent me a WeChat message, asking if I got home and if I was okay. I felt a warmth in my heart, but then a sense of guilt rose up.
[To be continued]

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