Factory Memories, Part 1: The Story of the Courtyard House

In the 1980s, I worked at a large chemical plant in China. After I got married, the plant allocated me housing—a row of single-story houses. Four of the houses formed a small courtyard. Four families, including mine, lived there; we were all newlyweds. Each family received a large room, and there was a small room opposite each other that served as a kitchen.
Let's start with the family on the outermost edge. The couple both worked in the water supply workshop; the man's surname was Cao, and the woman's surname was Wang. The man was quite strong, and the woman was also plump, but their relationship was bad; they were the worst couple in the compound. They argued constantly. At first, we would often go to mediate when we heard the commotion, but later we stopped. The reason? Because during their arguments, the woman would take off her clothes while arguing, and once she was naked, the man would pounce on her, and all the trouble would vanish. This was something the woman herself told us much later.
Next, we entered a couple who worked in the same workshop, specifically the copper washing station. The man's surname was Wang; he was thin and small. I forget the woman's surname; she was quite ordinary-looking, petite, but loved to dance. I had tried to seduce this woman before, but without success. Back then, VCRs were still a rare and fashionable item. So, one time, after much difficulty, I borrowed a VCR and two pornographic tapes from someone. While the man and my wife were both working the night shift, I knocked on their door and told them I'd show them something unusual. I connected the VCR to their TV, put the tapes in, and started watching. Initially, the woman sat on the bed, and I sat on the sofa. When the naked men and women appeared, the woman said, "What are you showing me?" but didn't explicitly refuse to watch. There was no internet back then, unlike now where pornography is so abundant it's visually tiring. The woman was probably just too curious. After watching for about ten minutes, I felt the woman was definitely aroused, so I stood up, walked to the woman by the bed, and reached for her breasts. The woman tried to stop me a few times, but I managed to grab and knead her breasts firmly. Then I moved downwards, and amidst her attempts to push me away, I managed to slip my hand inside her waistband. I felt there wasn't much pubic hair, and some moisture was coming out. At this point, the woman said things like, "Don't do this, this isn't right," but her physical resistance became stronger. I was quite inexperienced then, and seeing her refusal, I didn't dare continue. So we separated. I remember apologizing to her, saying I was sorry, that I liked her too much and couldn't resist, asking for her forgiveness, and begging her not to tell anyone, especially not her husband. The woman finally said she wouldn't tell, and then told me to take the machine away. And then, that was it.
The family living next door had a husband surnamed Li who worked in the gasification workshop as a maintenance worker. He was the only one of the eight people in the compound who didn't have to work the night shift, which was quite impressive at the time. The woman's surname was Liu, and she worked in the same workshop as me, the carbonization workshop. She was the most beautiful of the four women in the compound. Tall, with a good figure, fair skin, and a beautiful face. The three of us families all had couples working night shifts, usually one working eight hours and then going home for eight hours before the other went to work. But this man didn't have to work the night shift, and since they were newly married, their sex life became the most frequent in the compound. So, while his wife was on her night shift, he would masturbate while listening to the woman next door moaning, which became the main theme of those lonely nights. Because the woman was beautiful, the man kept a close eye on her, so there was no opportunity to make a move at home. At work, although they were in the same workshop, their positions were different, so there was no chance to flirt. About four or five years later, I became a process manager in the workshop and no longer had to work the night shift. Sometimes I would go to her workstation to chat, but it was just a chat. Later, when she became the workshop director, she had already been transferred to another unit.
Finally, let me tell you about my own experience. My ex-wife wasn't a virgin when we married. She was quite cunning; during our courtship, she deliberately chose a time when her period was almost over before we slept together. Therefore, I saw bleeding the first time. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but at that time, we didn't have cuckolding thoughts, so we both tacitly agreed and never brought it up again. My ex-wife was open-minded and often made lighthearted jokes with men. However, she was extremely conservative in bed. She only accepted the traditional missionary position. She wouldn't accept oral sex, let alone anal sex. Our sex was a routine. First, I would suckle her breasts, one in my mouth and the other in my hand, then I would reach down and stroke her clitoris. Unless I was particularly eager, most of the time I would stroke her clitoris until she orgasmed before I would roll over and penetrate her. Before and after marriage, she never let me see her genitals. There was another time, about half a year after we got married. She was sleeping soundly after finishing her night shift, exhausted. I was in bed with a flashlight, and I crawled under the covers to take a look.

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