Women whose husbands are not at home

At the far end of the kitchen was a small terrace, but it was covered with sausages and children's clothes. Especially under the light, it was impossible to see outside from inside. There was only a wall and a small window outside; to see inside, one had to climb up to the window.

So Aya was completely at ease in the kitchen, unaware that a pair of eyes were fixed on her from the outside—the eyes of a man, one hand gripping the window, the other vigorously rubbing his genitals. Aya turned around, reaching for the drying clothes. Her sundress billowed, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, causing a reddening look in the eyes of the man opposite her.

After finishing her chores, Aya returned to the living room, turned on the TV, and watched with her legs crossed. Disgusted by the romantic relationships in the dramas, she flipped through several channels. The lonely young woman felt helpless, so she opened her phone and scrolled through boring news.

*Ring ring ring*, the phone rang. It was Lao Shun again. "What are you doing?" "Nothing, just watching TV. Aren't you at work? So many calls today?" Aya asked curiously.

"Hmm, just asking, nothing's wrong..." Lao Shun hung up the phone. "Hello, hello, hello..." Aya was confused.
The phone rang again. "What are you doing? What are you doing?" Aya asked, a little annoyed. There was no answer on the other end, but his breathing was clearly heavy. Aya was confused. "What are you doing? If you keep doing this tonight, how will anyone sleep?" Aya asked in her cute voice, but the other end continued with heavy breathing, even rapid breathing. Aya recognized that sound; it was the breathing of Lao Shun when he came home in the morning and tried to make love to her.
Aya blushed instantly. "What are you doing? Don't you work tonight? What if someone hears us..." The other person didn't speak, continuing to breathe, faster and faster.

Aya couldn't help but have some doubts, but she didn't think too much about it. She knew Lao Shun worked hard alone, and he couldn't feel her touch. So the phone rang. At that moment, she was lying on the sofa, listening to the man's heavy breathing, and she couldn't help but breathe rapidly herself.

She even playfully let out a moan, "Mmm..." Unexpectedly, the other person just said "Ahhh" and hung up. It was similar to Lao Shun's behavior, but she didn't understand what it meant. Hearing the phone hang up, she hung up too. "Strange person, just because he wasn't there the first night, and he comes here like this."

The next morning, Aya took her child out to sunbathe. When she pressed the elevator button, several women standing nearby looked at her. Aya politely smiled and said "Good morning." One of the women replied in return. At this moment, one of the women said, "Don't ride in the same elevator as her, huh, what's so great about her? Just because she's young, she makes all the men here lose their minds."

Aya heard this; she often heard these kinds of comments when she first came to live here, so she didn't care much. Now that she had a child, she found these jealous words even more pleasing to the ear. Anyway, let them say what they want; Aya's competitive spirit and age were on full display.

The park wasn't big. Aya's child was playing nearby, while several old men were playing chess on the other side, but clearly not very focused; their eyes were almost all on Aya. Aya smiled down at her child, gently bending over to reveal half of her full breast, eliciting clicks of the old men's tongues.

Suddenly, a commotion shattered the peaceful moment. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of teenagers punching and kicking a man. In this impoverished community, such things happened frequently, and Aya had seen them before, but this time was different. She saw that the man huddled on the floor, curled up in a ball, was none other than Nail.
It turned out that Nail was mentally challenged and bullied all the time. This time, he had been beaten up because he glanced at the thugs outside the shop while helping his mother get something. Fortunately, he was tough and used to being beaten, so he wasn't seriously injured. After the thugs left, he limped to his feet, groaning, and hobbled home.

Aya didn't care about anything else at that moment. She picked up her child and followed behind. As they entered the gate, a hand suddenly patted her shoulder, and she gasped, "Shh. Keep your voice down..." A man's voice came from behind her.

Aya turned her head and saw a thin man smiling with a twisted lip, but she definitely didn't recognize him. She stared at him, her face pale, wondering what he wanted. It turned out this man was called Adi. He made a living doing odd jobs and living on government subsidies. He was still unmarried and notorious for his lecherousness, often peeping at the women in the neighborhood while they bathed.

Old Shun had helped him before, so he was grateful. But things had changed recently. Old Shun had married a beautiful woman, a fact known throughout the neighborhood. For this old lecher, it was something he couldn't stop thinking about. He started stealing Aya's underwear to masturbate at home, but almost got caught one day.
So he climbed over the opposite wall to peep at Aya at night and masturbate. Yesterday, he couldn't resist and called Aya's house, but not knowing what to say, he just breathed heavily. Aya thought it was Old Shun calling and even groaned. This caused a huge commotion; Adi couldn't sleep all night.
He saw Aya leave in the morning, so he hid among the group of old men playing chess to peek at her. When he saw Aya return, he couldn't resist and touched her buttocks. The firmness of her buttocks was so good; he wasn't going to wash his hands today.

Aya didn't dare resist because her child was nearby, and she was afraid he would hurt the child. She endured it and turned to go inside, but unexpectedly, Adi stopped her. "Sister-in-law..." "Who's your sister-in-law? You've mistaken me for someone else!" Aya replied timidly.

"No, sister-in-law, no, it should be Sister-in-law Ashun. My name is Adi. My brother said he's not home and asked me to keep an eye on things. Heh..." Adi grinned, showing his teeth.

"Ah? No, no need, no need, I'm fine..." Aya was surprised that this person knew Old Shun wasn't home. She didn't know that Adi had overheard her chatting with Aunt An at the door.

"It's nothing, Brother Shun is very good to me, he's a benefactor. I just happened to be passing by and said hello. It's alright, just call me if you need anything, I live in the corridor." At this point, Aya remembered Aunt An mentioning this man, who had been caught peeping at women bathing. A chill ran down her spine; she was terrified. "Okay, okay, thank you, thank you. I'm going home, the child is hungry. Thank you."

Aya lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Adi. She quickly left, her body exuding fragrance and her full buttocks swaying rhythmically with each step, leaving Adi, standing behind, stunned. "Damn, I'm going to have another round tonight."
Back home, Aya gasped for breath. She didn't know she had become so famous in this area. She didn't know what to do. She needed to plan for her future. She didn't want to live in this area anymore, but it was hard on her child, so young and always traveling with her. But she felt powerless in the current situation. Thinking about it, she squatted down at home and cried. For a weak woman, a weak woman with a child, the feeling of helplessness and despair was unimaginable.

"Why are you fighting again? Why are you fighting again? You're making me so angry! You're making me so angry!" Aunt An's voice came from the opposite house. Aya, her nose red from crying, heard it and remembered Dingzi being beaten up. She glanced at her sleeping child, opened the door, and went to Aunt An's house.

She saw Dingzi hiding in a corner, hugging his legs, and felt a pang of sympathy. Gentle as she was, she quickly stopped Aunt An and told her what she had just witnessed, hoping she would stop beating Dingzi. Aunt An calmed down a bit after hearing this, but still angrily punished him by not letting him eat.

Aunt An found a temporary job washing dishes at a restaurant. After thanking Aya, she went to work. Nail was left at home. The house was bare, with damp walls, tattered quilts, and a nauseating smell. Aya looked at Nail and said gently, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry... Mom said we can't eat. I won't eat," Nail looked at Aya with gratitude in his eyes. He was used to being beaten and punished, but he wasn't used to Aya caring about his feelings. Even a simpleton like him could feel this warmth.

"How about I make you something to eat?" Aya looked at him, wondering what he was thinking.

"No, Mom said I can't eat," Nail insisted.

"It's okay, then you can eat my food instead of Mom's, then there won't be any problem?" Aya suggested. Dingzi

thought about it and agreed. His mother only said he couldn't eat her food, not other people's. "Okay, okay, what should I eat?" He grinned, a few drops of blood trickling from the corner of his dry lips.

Aya felt a pang of heartache seeing this, but she didn't know what to give him. So she took a piece of bread from home and gave it to him. Watching him wolf down the bread, she smiled happily. This was a smile she rarely showed recently. In fact, she had rarely smiled since she came to Lao Shun's house. She didn't know why, but facing Dingzi, she smiled happily and innocently.

Cough cough cough, Dingzi ate too fast. Aya saw some water on the table and handed it to him. In this dark house, a man and a woman, an old man and a young man, their pure smiles brought a lot of color to the room. Suddenly, she noticed a magazine half-covered on the dirty bed. Curious, she glanced at it and immediately blushed. It was an adult magazine, torn at the corner, clearly not bought by Dingzi; he'd probably picked it up on the street. Dingzi, preoccupied with eating bread, didn't seem to notice.

She looked away from the magazine and saw a certificate on the bedside table—a graduation certificate from a prestigious university. Curious, she opened it and saw a photo of Dingzi in his youth. "He was so handsome when he was young. Such a pitiful man..." Aya felt a pang of sadness.

Looking at the man sitting on the floor, filthy, his knees and mouth still bleeding from the beating he'd received that morning, Aya thought, "So pitiful..." She gently asked, "Does it still hurt?" "Huh?? Hehe? No, it doesn't hurt!" Dingzi grinned foolishly.

The indoor temperature was high, and Aya was drenched in sweat after only a short while. The lace-trimmed lingerie she wore that morning was soaked through, clinging tightly to her skin and causing intense itching. Seeing that Dingzi was alright, she left for home. Dingzi, reluctant to leave, watched Aya's retreating figure, then flipped over and pounced on his bed. His already erect penis plunged into the stained quilt, and he began to masturbate.

He stared at the book, the room still filled with Aya's fragrant scent. He made gurgling sounds, humming softly. He pulled the quilt into a human shape, hugging it tightly. Staring at the woman in the book on the bed, he seemed to see Aya lying there, smiling at him.

His buttocks jiggled like a bearing, oblivious to his actions. Aya, watching from behind, saw everything clearly, her face flushed. She had gone home to get another loaf of bread, worried that Dingzi wouldn't be satisfied, but instead witnessed this scene. Primal desire surged within the damp room as Dingzi lay on the bed, his buttocks raised. Aya watched him rubbing his genitals against her, her heart pounding, but more than anything, a deep sadness washing over her. "What a pitiful man," she thought, "he's never been with a woman in his life, and she ran away on his first night. My greatest injustice in this life is letting him touch a woman..." Aunt An's words from that day echoed in her ears.

Watching Dingzi's groaning, she closed the door behind her and went home, her heart pounding. She rushed into the bathroom and saw her flushed face and proud breasts in the mirror. The scene with Dingzi kept replaying in her mind.

She couldn't resist any longer. Sitting on the toilet, she slipped one hand inside her collar, grasped her breast, and gently pressed her nipple up and down with her fingers. As she increased the speed, she spread her legs, placed one hand on her clitoris, closed her eyes, and let out soft moans. Her hips moved back and forth, as if a penis was thrusting inside her.

The pleasure of her fingers rubbing her clitoris intensified her moans. Her engorged, newly-peeled penis stood proudly erect, her hands unable to grasp her large breasts. Her nipples throbbed between her fingers. She longed for a man to penetrate her. The image of the graduation certificate kept flashing through her mind. "Ah, ah. Ah. Ugh. Ugh..."

Her other breast couldn't withstand the stimulation and suddenly gushed out a stream of milk, mingling with her moans. She twisted her hips, her fingers intensifying the pleasure. After a few minutes of climax, she collapsed onto the toilet, fragrant sweat dripping onto her body, the white fluid from her clitoris mixing with her fingers.

She unconsciously sniffed her fingers, her brow furrowing slightly—a truly alluring expression. Then, she stood up weakly, stripped off all her clothes, and turned on the hot water. The gentle shower water cascaded over her beautiful body. In the steamy bathroom, the alluring figure of a beautiful woman emerging from the water was enough to make any man want to have sex with her.

That evening, Aya received another call. The other person remained silent, just breathing heavily. Aya wasn't disgusted by Lao Shun's behavior now, just found it strange—such frivolous behavior after only a few days apart. Aya initially just listened to the phone, hearing Lao Shun's heavy breathing and panting. "Ugh, if you don't speak, I'm hanging up..." Aya didn't quite understand this kind of phone sex.

"Mmm...mmm..." The other person made a shivering sound, and upon hearing Aya's clear, ringing voice, couldn't help but ejaculate.

Aya hung up, the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. It couldn't be, the voice didn't sound like Lao Shun's. Most importantly, the caller ID showed 0000, which was definitely a long-distance call from Lao Shun, but the voice didn't sound right, especially... Right,
wasn't Lao Shun impotent? Why? Why? Suddenly, Aya felt afraid. Wasn't Lao Shun impotent?

Aya became truly frightened. She dialed Lao Shun's cell phone. "Hello..." Lao Shun saw Aya's call and asked, "What are you doing?" Hearing Lao Shun's voice, Aya knew it wasn't him who had called earlier. "What? I'm at work," Lao Shun replied irritably. "Oh, hahaha, is your wife checking up on you?" A hoarse male voice came from the other end.

"No, nothing, I'm just bored..." Aya forced a laugh, trying to hide her panic. "Alright, it's alright. I'm chatting with Lao Huang. Missed me? I missed you because I didn't call tonight, hahaha..." After making some excuses, Aya hung up, a wave of panic and fear washing over her.

She quickly locked the doors and windows, and that night, she didn't sleep well.

[The End]

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