A Couple in Hardship (Original Work by a Young Woman)

At the end of 2013, the government was busy preparing for China's annual Spring Festival travel rush. It's said that the number of people involved in each Spring Festival travel rush is equivalent to the number of participants in World War II, so we jokingly call it the "WWII-style Spring Festival travel rush." While most of my colleagues and friends were busy booking plane and train tickets, and some were even discussing sharing a car, I was still leisurely tending to my plants, planning to take them home for the holidays. After seeing off one colleague after another, the world around me seemed to suddenly quiet down. Shenzhen is a city of immigrants, and the traditional Chinese New Year's Eve reunion dinner calls relatives working far away in Shenzhen back home for an annual gathering. At this time, you can feel the emptiness and loneliness of Shenzhen; the neon lights seem to shine for no one... I arranged for my husband to buy the food needed for the Spring Festival, as well as gifts for relatives and friends, because supermarkets are closed on the first day of the Lunar New Year... A few days before the Spring Festival, my husband and I suddenly had a lot of free time. No early mornings, no work, and life felt excessively comfortable. We both chose to spend our days online. I sat on the bed using my laptop, and my husband sat on the edge of the bed playing desktop games. The house ended up quite messy. We also had fewer friends to chat with during the Spring Festival. After registering, I joined a community where I could see a little activity. Then a post caught my eye. It was like a story, and the emotions expressed between the lines were incredibly real. It told the story of a man who, after the student movement in 1989, dropped out of school and went south to Shenzhen to make a living. His career went through ups and downs, and his love life was also full of hardships. At his lowest point, almost homeless, a woman from Sichuan, more than ten years younger than him, entered his life. With her simplicity and kindness, she encouraged him to pick himself up again, until the ruthlessness of the business world struck him again in 2008, and he aged considerably overnight… Burdened with debt, supporting his parents, and caring for his daughter's education, none of this made him abandon everything to elope with a suitor. I was convinced this wasn't just a story; I was deeply moved. After reading the post, I left a very high evaluation of him in the comments. After dinner, I logged back into the community and found he had replied to my post. We added each other on QQ and chatted. It turned out that after being hit hard by the 2008 financial crisis, he had been devastated and burdened with huge debts. However, he hadn't broken his promise and, over the years, had basically cleared his debts. Because of financial difficulties, he and his wife didn't go back to their hometown for the Spring Festival. I repeatedly praised his character and encouraged him to keep going, saying that life always has a new beginning, as long as you don't give up. When God closes one door, He opens another. Our conversation was pleasant; he never asked me any personal questions, which further convinced me of his sincerity. Over the next few days, our conversations expanded to include literature, history, economics, and music. I discovered that the man was very talented, and he almost exclusively shared his personal insights. My respect for him grew from the bottom of my heart, and we quickly became good friends. It felt like I had made the most of my holiday by meeting a friend of someone older than me. After the Spring Festival, Shenzhen experienced its coldest days. My husband went to buy a heater, and since it was raining outside, I had to stay home. Going online became a must for me. When I logged in, I found the man was online, and we chatted casually. When I asked about his wife, he seemed hesitant. After much questioning, he finally told me about her. He had brought up divorce several times in recent years, but his wife refused to leave him no matter what. I understood the uncle's intention to stay by his side through thick and thin, no matter how difficult things got. I was also deeply moved by his wife's virtue. What a wonderful woman she was—kind and simple. I was determined to see what this remarkable woman looked like. The uncle opened his social media profile, and I clicked on it. Inside were photos of his former businesses and various moments of glory. I also found the remarkable woman. She seemed like the kind of woman who would grow on you. The uncle was slightly overweight and had thinning hair—a typical middle-aged balding man. After scrutinizing her closely, I was about to close the profile when I noticed two married couples in his online friend list. I'd been to couples' forums before, so I was quite sensitive to this. Was this uncle a hypocrite? I quickly dismissed the idea. I pretended to want to meet his wife, and the man didn't refuse. I covered the camera, clicked on the video call, and a woman with no makeup appeared on the other end. She had long hair and was wearing several layers of clothing; it was quite cold. After chatting for an afternoon, I learned the gist of the matter. The man was more than ten years older than her, and the excessive pressure had long since caused their sex life to collapse. The man felt that his wife had suffered and toiled with him for half her life without finding happiness, and wanted to file for divorce while his wife was still attractive. That made sense; I hadn't misjudged him. The main reason for their broken sex life was the man himself. He was a decent man, but the high pressure had caused him to become impotent for three years. Someone suggested he browse some websites, but to no avail. After looking at pornographic websites, he discussed it with his wife, and it was finally settled after she compromised. He was only willing to try. I thanked his wife for her honesty, offered a few words of comfort, and then logged off. Even now, the man still considers me a man he can confide in. Because this QQ account was new, there was no information inside... I considered asking my husband for help, but the age gap made me hesitate several times. I know the type of woman my husband likes... So I chatted with the older man sometimes, and with his wife sometimes, until the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. I couldn't hold back any longer and talked to my husband about it. My husband thoughtfully looked through our chat history over the past few days and finally agreed, but then he said, "Who told you I don't like this type of woman?"... I quickly logged into QQ and told the older man the truth about our situation. He was probably stunned and didn't reply for a long time. Later, I told him our thoughts and attached a recent photo of my husband... Up until then, the older man didn't ask about my situation... After a long silence, the man finally tentatively asked for our address. I gave him our home address and my husband's phone number, and we arranged a time. Around 7 PM, he called again to confirm, repeatedly emphasizing that it was just a casual introduction and we only wanted to try it once. He said he would come with his wife, and my husband agreed. That night, I wore a gray cotton tracksuit, and my husband wore pajamas. Just after 9 PM, they called to say they had arrived. My husband met them at the elevator, and I sat on the sofa playing on the computer. When they came in, I immediately stood up and greeted them. The man was clearly taken aback when he saw me, and the woman also seemed surprised. As for calling her "sister," she looked much prettier after dressing up. I was even more surprised when I learned that it was indeed me who had been chatting with them. The woman was wearing black trousers and low-heeled shoes, her hair tied up, looking very capable. The man, on the other hand, seemed to have neglected his appearance, dressed casually, and probably hadn't shaved. He looked much older than in the video. After drinking tea for a while, my husband suggested taking the woman to see the bedroom. It was an open question, but everyone understood. The woman looked at the man, who nodded in agreement. The woman gave me a shy glance, followed my husband into the bedroom, and closed the door. The atmosphere in the living room became slightly awkward. Then the man looked around and saw the long-unused guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither). He asked, "You want to play?" I said yes. "Oh, I really didn't expect that!" I went over and sat down, trying to play a piece. The man stood beside me, listening quietly. Suddenly, I turned around and asked, "Uncle, haven't you been to the hospital?" He clearly hadn't expected me to ask that. He hesitated slightly, then said he had, and had tried a lot of traditional Chinese medicine and physical therapy, but nothing had worked! Oh~I turned and sat on the sofa, inviting the older man to sit down. At that moment, faint moans came from the room. They had begun. The older man seemed somewhat flustered, standing up and sitting down repeatedly, glancing towards the bedroom door every now and then. Looking at his clothes, though casual, they appeared clean and tidy. His sparse hair was slightly graying. This man, having experienced so much hardship, setbacks, talent, and life experience, possessed an understanding of life and a persistent pursuit of excellence. Just as the older man looked towards the door, I stood up, grabbed his hand, and pulled him away. The older man didn't understand what I was doing, simply following blindly. I pushed open the side bedroom door, closed it, and turned on the light. I immediately knelt down and began to undo the older man's belt. He tried to back away, but I looked up and gestured for him to stay still. I slowly pulled down his pants, revealing a limp, obedient thing nestled there. I gently stroked it, and the older man trembled slightly. This little darling was very obedient, without a trace of mischief. It wasn't black, and it felt... A little bit of dark red. I tried blowing on it, but it didn't budge. I looked up at the uncle; his face was flushed, and sweat was beading on his forehead. My heart clenched. Poor uncle! Without thinking, I took the little guy into my mouth and circled the glans with my tongue. The uncle almost lost his balance and leaned against the wall. And so, I diligently sucked on this sleepy little penis. After 5-6 minutes, I could feel it getting slightly erect. I took off my shirt and pants, placed them under my knees, and knelt down... Between the uncle's legs, I wrapped my arms around him, deeply sucking on him. My actions caused sweat to trickle down his shoulders. I felt his slightly limp erection. I pulled him down onto the bed, using my hand to guide his unruly member, rubbing it against my vaginal opening. After several unsuccessful attempts to insert it, I gestured for him to touch me. He grabbed my breasts and rubbed them. I felt the sweat on his palms. After his penis slipped out of my vagina during one attempt, he acted like an enraged beast, forcefully... I pulled him down onto the bed, kissed my nipples, and his thick, slightly rough hands covered my entire vulva, kneading and teasing it. He pinched his soft penis, rubbing it against my vaginal opening, trying to force it in. Finally, without penetration, he spread my legs and made a dozen or so thrusting motions before suddenly releasing me, pulling up his pants. I looked at him; a few strands of hair were disheveled on his almost bald head, and he was covered in sweat. After fastening his belt, the man didn't look at me again, said "Sorry," and hurriedly turned and left the bedroom to sit in the living room, panting. I tidied my clothes, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, showered, and fixed my hair before coming out. The older man didn't dare look at me, keeping his head down. I heard my husband calling me, so I pushed open the bedroom door. My sister blushed when she saw me. I noticed that although she had given birth, her figure was still very good; her fair skin was perhaps a characteristic of Sichuan women, and her genitals were beautiful. I knew my husband had called me to help. My sister knelt down, and my husband, without a condom, thrust vigorously. My sister wanted to moan but dared not, the rhythmic slapping sounds of their thrusting filling the air... As the rhythm quickened, my sister couldn't hold back any longer, and her moans finally rang out. The older man would definitely hear them... My husband had sex with my sister directly. She lay motionless for over ten minutes before slowly sitting up, running her hand through her hair, glancing back at my husband, staring for a moment at his erect penis that had made her moan so wildly, giving me a shy look, putting on her clothes, and my husband, in his pajamas, leaving with her. I didn't see them off... because I didn't know what to say... My husband wanted me, but I said, "You're tired, get some rest tomorrow, the holiday might be over." My husband didn't know what had happened between me and the older man at the time. Two days later, I received a QQ email from the older man, repeatedly apologizing, saying he had hurt me that day and felt very guilty. Strangely, I wasn't angry... just that I hadn't been able to help him, and I felt bad... I replied to him... and then the older man never contacted me again... The End

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