Writing about my ex-wife—Our First Meeting

2003 was the lowest point for my insurance business. My girlfriend at the time saw how down I was and wanted to help me, so she would take me with her whenever she went to see her friends. One day, she said she was going to see a close friend who had just had an abortion and asked me to come with her, so I did.

On the way there, she told me a lot about her friend. Her friend worked as a masseuse at a foot massage center and had a boyfriend in his forties. They had just broken up, and whether it was her boyfriend's fault or hers, they had both contracted a sexually transmitted disease, so the baby couldn't be kept. My girlfriend was going to see her to take care of her after she was discharged from the hospital for her abortion.

Her friend rented a place in a village in Guangzhou. When we entered, we saw her sitting on the sofa, looking somewhat pained. My girlfriend went straight to the kitchen to prepare food for her. I stood there, looking around. She rented a one-bedroom apartment. Although it wasn't big, it was very tidy. What was particularly eye-catching was the stereo system in the living room. Knowing my love for stereos, I knew it wasn't cheap, and this later became my excuse to contact her.

We went there in the morning and left very late that night. We talked a lot, but didn't mention insurance. From our conversation, I learned she was from a mountainous area in Sichuan. She started working at 14, initially as a waitress in a Sichuan restaurant, but later switched to being a foot massage therapist because her younger sister needed money for school. Her boyfriend was a regular customer; they got together after he helped her when she was bullied by another customer. She knew he had a wife and children, but she didn't care and never considered marrying him. Her boyfriend treated her well, renting her an apartment and giving her some living expenses each month. As we talked, she suddenly asked if I looked down on her, thinking she was being kept. I said no. She said, "Actually, it's not surprising if you look down on me. To be honest, that man didn't love her at all; he just treated her as a mistress, something to use for his own pleasure." Seeing how hurt she was, I didn't say anything, just moved closer to her. Perhaps that action became the reason we got together later.

She invited us to stay there that day, but since she only had one room, we made an excuse to leave. As we left, I told her I'd send her an insurance plan in a few days; she neither refused nor agreed.

About three days later, my girlfriend was unavailable, so I went alone because she hadn't fully recovered. My girlfriend asked me to get her something to eat after I finished explaining the insurance. I went in the morning, arranged her lunch and dinner, and then left. We talked a lot that day because we had common topics. She had worked at foot massage parlors, and I had worked at sauna centers. We talked mostly about the differences between foot massages and saunas, and the differences between sauna girls and foot massage therapists. Because sauna girls' massages are just a hoe; they're actually prostitutes, and the men who go there aren't there for massages, but for sex. I asked her if she had ever worked as a prostitute, and she said absolutely not, but she had sex with many regular customers without charging them. Because they frequently booked her services, they became friends, and sometimes they'd go out to eat or karaoke and end up in a hotel together. Since meeting this boyfriend, she hadn't had sex with any other customers, but she still had friends.

After that meeting, we often talked on the phone for hours, sometimes until one or two in the morning. One night, we talked until after 1 a.m., and she said she couldn't sleep and asked me to come over and keep her company. I said I'd come and stay, and she agreed. When I arrived at her place, it was already past 2 a.m. Because it was dark, I didn't remember the way, so she came down to meet me. Since we had already talked a lot on the phone, she went into her room after I entered. I quickly washed up and went into her room without putting on any clothes. She was lying on the bed, facing the wall, and didn't know I wasn't dressed. When I lay down and hugged her, she realized I wasn't dressed, and then got up and gave me a set of pajamas, which belonged to her boyfriend. I refused to wear them, and she didn't insist. I hugged her naked like that, initially just holding her waist. To be honest, although she wasn't particularly beautiful or had a great figure, it was very comfortable to hug her.

After lying there for a while, I slowly moved my hands to her chest and hugged her. Seeing that she didn't object, I slowly lay flat on my back and held her in my arms. By then, we were both sleepy and fell asleep without realizing it. I woke up not long after falling asleep, but she was still nestled against me, fast asleep. Looking at her alluring breasts (women who have just had an abortion or given birth often have very large breasts), I couldn't fall back asleep. I slowly started to undress her. When I got down to her underwear, she covered herself with her hand. I laughed and said, "So you were awake." She said she had woken up when I took off her top, but hadn't made a sound. I told her I really wanted it, but she said no, her wound hadn't fully healed. I said, "Then take it off too, let's both be naked, that way it'll be more comfortable for me to hold you." Finally, she couldn't resist my advances and let me take off her underwear. After I undressed her, I started kissing her mouth until she felt aroused. Then I slowly kissed her lower body, and when I reached her breasts, I licked her nipples with my tongue. At this point, she started moaning, her whole body went limp, and her buttocks kept arching upwards. Then I slowly licked her lower body again, but I didn't kiss her vulva or clitoris. I ran my tongue over her body three or four times, and she was so comfortable that she had no ability to resist. I touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, but didn't lick it. I licked the sides of her vagina with my tongue, then inserted the tip of my tongue into her vagina, and then lightly licked her clitoris. I did this for about 10 minutes. Finally, I put my penis into her vagina. At this point, she suddenly got up and blocked my body, not letting me penetrate. I pleaded, saying that I would only put it in gently, not penetrate. After my desperate pleas, perhaps she took pity on me! She put it in, and I pressed my penis against her vagina, pressing down on her. Unexpectedly, her vaginal fluid kept flowing out. After pressing down for less than five minutes, she orgasmed. She couldn't control herself anymore, got up and hugged me. We fucked hard, and after a while, she pushed me down, continuing to fuck her from above. We switched positions like this for a full half hour. I noticed she orgasmed again, so I increased the intensity and frequency of my thrusts, then ejaculated all my semen into her vagina. We were both exhausted and covered in sweat, lying motionless on the bed, satisfied. After resting for a while, I noticed her wound. Fortunately, there wasn't anything seriously wrong with her vagina, just a little blood.

Perhaps because we were too tired, and also because her room had no windows, we slept after we finished. When we woke up, it was already past 7 pm. We went out for dinner, and I took her home. She wanted me to stay, but I said I couldn't sleep if we slept together without fucking. She was worried that frequent sex would affect her wound, so she let me go. When she left, I asked her to sign the insurance policy. She said she didn't have the money. I told her she could pay this year's premium, and that I would pay all future premiums for her. She signed it.

This was just a common phrase used by us young male insurance agents to trick women into buying insurance, but it actually came true. She ended up paying for her entire life because after that, we lived together. My girlfriend ran into us sometime during that time. Since we weren't really aiming for marriage, but just looking out for each other and satisfying our sexual desires, she didn't say anything, which I guess was tacit agreement. I even suggested that my girlfriend join us, that the three of us become sexual partners and sleep together, but she refused. So, I broke up with my girlfriend, and three or four years later, I married her.

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