Marriage Men and Women (also known as Divorced Men and Women or Fallen Leaves) 2 (Martial Arts Science Fiction Adult Novel)

2. Female A

Beauty is often worse than wine, because it intoxicates both the possessor and the admirer.

——Zimmerman

I got some encouragement from Junzi. No matter what else he said, at least he thought I had a good chance of picking up girl A. Therefore, I did not give up and continued to work hard on Ms. A.

However, I am also mentally prepared to be eliminated at any time. As the saying goes, "Have a good heart and be prepared for both situations." Junzi asserted that the big boss was fake, but maybe he was wrong? The tortoise outruns the hare because the hare is sleeping. Since the boss of Mercedes-Benz is so generous and lavish, and has kissed and touched her, it means that Bugs Bunny is already far ahead, and if nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely win.

I am convinced that I lost to such a strong opponent. Who made our conditions so average? If girl A finally throws the bouquet to Bugs Bunny, there would be nothing to regret. Be smart and stop wasting your time trying to hit a rock with an egg. Just find the next buyer directly, so as to avoid being beaten up by Bugs Bunny's fierce henchmen and bodyguards and having to flee in panic. Wouldn't that be asking for trouble? I have only met Ms. A once, so that won’t stop me from playing another game with her.

Just when I was about to start a new journey of searching, suddenly a pie fell from the sky - one day, Ms. A took the initiative to ask me out to go to the movies while on the phone.

Damn, how come such a good thing happened to us? It was so unexpected that I didn't have time to react at all. I just agreed in panic. After hanging up the phone, I couldn't believe this was true for a long time. These days, it's like riding a roller coaster. Girl A makes me go to the ground one moment and to the sky the next. It's just like what Lu You said, "When you are surrounded by mountains and rivers, you may think there is no way out, but when you turn around, you see willows and flowers, and there is another village." The only difference is that he is Lu You and I am sleepwalking.

I don't know what the handsome guys and beautiful girls born in the 80s and 90s think about this; anyway, in my opinion, as an honest person born in the 70s, a man and a woman making an appointment to go to the movies is a very important signal, indicating the basic establishment of a romantic relationship - why would I watch a movie with you if we are not in a relationship? It’s not like I can’t understand the movie without you by my side. So, when I received her text message asking me to watch a movie, I felt as excited as if I had won a five million dollar prize.

But after being happy, she felt a little puzzled - isn't there a Mercedes-Benz boss chasing her? Why did you ask me to see a movie?

I am still full of questions. However, I resisted the urge to ask her: maybe, she just had some minor disagreement with Bugs Bunny, and me, the turtle, could just take advantage of the opportunity to swoop in; if I asked, maybe I would remind her, and when she came to her senses, she would kick me, an IT person, in the face again. Forget it, too much talk will lead to mistakes, so I won’t ask any more questions.

Full of suspicion and surprise, the day of watching a movie together arrived. That night, I first found a restaurant near the cinema to have dinner with Ms. A. She once again shocked me with her huge appetite. After I finished eating, I smoked a cigarette while watching her swinging her chopsticks up and down like a mining machine, wondering: How come she is so slim when she eats so much? Her waist was as slender and soft as a dancer's, not at all like that of a mature woman who had given birth. Unlike me, if I stop exercising, I will gain weight even if I drink plain water. People are indeed different.

As the excavator swung up and down, Ms. A once again asked me in detail about my income, work, housing, family background, etc. Although the two had briefly introduced each other before when chatting online, this time her questions were extremely detailed, almost as detailed as a financial audit conducted by an accounting firm.

I understand that she is conducting an asset appraisal on the project called "Li Shoujie" in front of her. Although it was a bit too explicit, I actually liked her very much and didn't want to lose her by deliberately concealing external things like material conditions, so I confessed the truth.

After listening to my confession, although she said, "Oh, then you are just an ordinary wage earner like me", it can be seen that she is actually very satisfied with my conditions.

When she found out that there was an empty house in Zuojiazhuang not far from the cinema, she became even more interested and told me with great excitement: "Oh, when I was a child, my family lived in Zuojiazhuang and we moved away when I went to middle school. I didn't expect that you live here too."

"Oh, really? Oh, it's a small world. Welcome to visit again." I was also quite surprised.

At that time, I also wanted to ask her, why would she go to the movies with me when she has a big boss like Mercedes-Benz? But I held back again - forget it, too much talk leads to mistakes, silence is golden.

While watching the movie, I sat next to girl A, smelled the fragrance emanating from her body, and felt the special temptation of a mature woman. I couldn't help but feel distracted. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, so he plucked up his courage and tentatively put his arm around her waist.

Of course, I was still very scared, with cold sweat on my head and my hands shaking. I prepared myself mentally: if she refused, I would immediately change my ways, slap her in the face if she asked me to, or face the wall if she asked me to. I would turn over a new leaf and become a new person.

Unexpectedly, instead of refusing, she fell on my knees.

My ex-wife is a frigid person. In the first few years of being with her, she was relatively normal; but soon after we got married, I don't know where she learned it from, but she started using sex as a means of blackmailing me for material things. Since it is used as a means, she has to reduce the frequency of sexual life. As the saying goes, "scarcity makes things valuable." If there are too many of them, they will become worthless. Moreover, sometimes she put forward conditions that I felt were too excessive and could not be agreed to, so she would punish me by not having sex. As a result, probably because of the long-term suppression of her sexual desire, she gradually became sexually apathetic.

People say that giving birth will increase a woman's sexual desire, but I got the opposite evidence from my ex-wife. As soon as she became pregnant, she refused to let me touch her again, saying it was for the sake of the fetus's development. I agreed without hesitation because I didn't want to have any bad influence on my child because I couldn't control my lower body.

But the problem is, she got pregnant, gave birth, recovered, and then until we divorced, she and I basically had no sex life. Even if she exchanged this and that, the frequency was only once or twice a month, and it was one or two times without any passion. When we were doing it, her lower body was like the Sahara Desert, without a drop of water, and she always had to use lubricant for a long time. Moreover, every time I have sex with her, I have to be as careful as moving glass products, moving in and out gently, because if I use the slightest force, she will roar like a lion.

In this regard, I once suggested that she go see a doctor, but she violently refused. Instead, she said that this is the case for all couples after a few years of marriage; I was the one who was sick and had hypersexuality, and I was the one who should see a doctor.

After being scolded by her so many times, I began to doubt whether I really had hypersexuality. Afraid that she would look down on him, he had to suppress his sexual desire and no longer chased after her as often as before. In the last two or three years when the marriage was breaking down, an atmosphere of cold war and hot war prevailed in the family. It was just like that before it broke, and once it broke it was even worse. I had no sex life at all, and I had to remain a monk for several years.

When I encountered this situation, I didn't go out to find a woman. There are several main reasons why I have been enduring it: first, I have received formal education since childhood and have always been very obedient in sex, always regarding adultery as an immoral behavior; second, I have only experienced one woman, my ex-wife, in the first half of my life, and there is no comparison. She said that all women in the world are like this, and I believed it; third, I am a stay-at-home guy, not proactive, and always consciously avoid women when I see them, so I lose many opportunities to seduce women or be seduced by women.

However, although the little injustice I suffered was nothing, my little brother suffered a lot. He had been starving and thirsty for so many years, but had hardly received any sunshine and rain. Now that we are divorced, my little brother is free. When a beautiful young woman lies on my little brother, through a thin layer of pants, my little brother can fully feel the moist hot air exhaled by the beautiful woman, and it instantly swells up like a leech that has sucked blood.

I was surprised that this happened. After all these years as a monk, I have lost all impression of sex, and my little brother has been dormant for a long time, just like Mount Fuji. How come I was aroused in just a few seconds, with a prelude to a violent eruption?

However, I felt very embarrassed to have an erection in front of a young woman whom I had just met for the second time. So I tried desperately to divert my attention and forced myself to imagine the lofty images of revolutionary martyrs such as Lei Feng, Liu Hulan, Qiu Shaoyun, and Dong Cunrui in my mind.

Helpless, I am stupid and naive, but my little brother is very obscene and violent. It completely disdains the noble sentiments of these revolutionary martyrs and continues to be as strong as the RMB, and is getting stronger and stronger. Girl A is lying on top and can definitely feel the energy of the little brother.

Damn, this is so embarrassing. If I had known it was such a loser, I would have just left it at home and not brought it out to hang out.

Girl A was able to remain calm regarding the little brother's dancing-like twitching. She didn't say anything, but still lay on my knees, continuing to breathe hot, moist air onto my little brother.

Her frankness eased my tension somewhat. If no one cares, then why should I care? Just let the little brother do the warm-up dance.

Ah, passionate April, dancing Beijing.

Girl A lay on me for about half an hour, and my little brother was hard at work for half an hour. Finally, Girl A stood up, and I felt relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief. Just as I was about to concentrate on watching the movie, Ms. A suddenly leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You are very dishonest!"

My face suddenly felt hot from the humiliation, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead again. I feel wronged! I really didn't mean to be dishonest, but I really can't control my little brother. Who told you to lie on my little brother? If my little brother still doesn't respond after all this, then don't I have to go see the old military doctor?

Just like that, I was in a state of panic, afraid that this bad behavior would ruin everything - maybe when girl A saw that I was so dishonest, she would just kick me out - that would be too unfair!

However, the ending took me very by surprise. After watching the movie, I was so scared that I wanted to send her back directly and explain to her that I really had no intention of being dishonest. Unexpectedly, after she got in the car, she suddenly asked me, "You said your house in Zuojiazhuang is near here?"

"Ah, yes, yes," I replied quickly.

She asked again: "Is it convenient for you to go over and take a look?"

"Convenient, of course it's convenient!" I nodded repeatedly. Wouldn't it be inconvenient? Only a fool would be inconvenienced at this time.

So this single man and woman came to my old home.

My old home in Zuojiazhuang is where my ex-wife and I lived together, and it is also the place of my nightmares. The nightmare ended in the morning. Although the house was given to me according to the divorce agreement, I really didn't want to face those painful memories again. Moreover, the house given to my ex-wife during the divorce would take some time to vacate because the tenant had not moved out yet. According to the agreement, she had to live in it for another month. So, on the third day after getting the divorce certificate, I packed a few common clothes and moved to the house in Tuanjie Lake where I live now. A month after I left, my wife also moved out, and I never went back to Zuojiazhuang to take a look, just leaving it empty.

I accompanied Ms. A to my old home. When I entered the room and turned on the light, I found the house in a mess, as if it had been ransacked by the Red Guards. But I'm not surprised at all. My ex-wife is like that. She has very poor hygiene habits and rarely cleans the house. What's more, this is the divorce property that was given to me, so she was too lazy to clean it up before leaving.

Seeing the mess in the house where there was no place to step, I felt embarrassed and quickly explained, "Uh... I haven't been back since the divorce. My ex-wife lived here by herself... for a month... Maybe she didn't clean up when she left."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," said Ms. A, walking around the house with a look of disdain on her face. "Your ex-wife is really a jerk. She can ruin such a nice house like this."

Then she said to me, "Excuse me, can I use your bathroom?"

"Of course, of course." I agreed quickly. Then, while Girl A went to the bathroom, I quickly took out a cigarette and started smoking.

Not long after, Ms. A came out of the bathroom and said, "Oh my god, your toilet is so dirty. I have to clean it for you before I use it. I wonder how your ex-wife could sit on it when she lived alone."

"Well...she is just like that, she has bad habits." I also felt embarrassed.

"Tsk, tsk, it's hard to imagine that you could tolerate a man like that for ten years." Girl A folded her hands in front of her chest and inspected the spacious house of 180 square meters. Her eyes were shining with excitement. "Why don't you live in such a comfortable house now?"

At this time, I noticed again that her gait was very graceful, and it was obvious that she had received special training.

I replied, "I don't want to live here. As soon as I walk through this door, I can't help but think back to the past."

After hearing this, Ms. A smiled and said, "That's true, but you have conditions to do this. We can't. After the divorce, we still have to live in the old house. We have nowhere to go."

After that, Ms. A walked into the master bedroom generously, sat on the edge of the bed, and said to me: "Oh, the heels of these shoes I wear today are too high. I am very tired from walking. Can I... lie down on your bed for a while?"

What? Lie down for a while? I was just looking forward to it, so I quickly said, "Sure, of course you can. It's up to you, whatever you want."

With my permission, Ms. A took off her high heels. She sat down and rubbed her aching feet, then half-lying on the bed, looking at the craft ceiling lamp on the ceiling, and said to me: "Hey, the lamps in your house are quite beautiful and unique."

"Yeah, haha, right?" I smiled and didn't comment on her praise.

At this point in the conversation, Ms. A closed her eyes, and her expression clearly showed that she was waiting for something to happen.

Although I have always been an honest person, but at this moment, when I see such a beautiful young woman with a graceful figure lying on my bed, exuding the charming temptation of a mature woman all over her body, I don't want to be honest anymore. Damn it, now that I'm divorced, I don't have that piece of paper to restrict myself anymore. As long as you and I are willing, I have the right to decide who I sleep with.

Thinking of this, I became bolder and went to bed. Anyway, it's the dead of night, we're alone in my own home, so I don't have to worry about being seen and making a fool of myself. Moreover, the strategy that had just been tried out in the cinema was successful, and now it was even more daring.

I got on the bed and hugged girl A. She didn't push me away. So he used his hands to caress girl A's body, from her face to her neck, from her neck to her breasts, and from her breasts to her vagina.


Alas, it has been years since I touched a woman like this. Others say that women appreciate caressing, but I got the opposite proof from my ex-wife.

Over the years, she hated me touching her the most. She would push me away as soon as I touched her, and even slept in a separate bed from me at night.

Faced with my further probing, Girl A did not show any rejection or disgust at all. Instead, she slightly closed her eyes and moaned softly to show her enjoyment.


With her tacit encouragement, I became even bolder, from mouse courage to dog courage, from dog courage to leopard courage; touching turned into kissing, kissing turned into taking off clothes;

As she was taking off her clothes, girl A suddenly turned over, knelt on the bed, and stuck out her big, round, white butt. The meaning was obvious, she wanted me to fuck her from behind.

When faced with such a wonderful thing, a normal man would surely be unable to resist brandishing his sword and gun and be eager to try it out, right? However, I lost control at the critical moment, and my little brother, which had just been erected, suddenly deflated. Why? Scared.

I have always been conservative in my sexual views and have kept myself chaste. Although I unfortunately married a wife with an aloof personality, I have always kept the chastity in my heart and have not gone out to hook up with other women. In the first half of my life, I only had sex with one woman, my ex-wife; and I only had sex with one position, with the man on top and the woman on the bottom.


This is not my fault for not knowing how to develop women's sexual desire. When I was young, I watched a lot of pornographic and third-level films, and I am very familiar with the postures and sex techniques. I have also suggested to my ex-wife many times to try other postures. But the problem is that she has a cold personality and is determined not to try. Not only that, she also belittled me as a pervert who indulges in vulgar interests all day long.

Now, there is this beautiful woman who was a complete stranger a month ago, sticking her ass out in front of me and opening her door wide, waiting to be fucked. Where have I ever seen such a scene? So it scared me instead.

This is how it is. The more anxious and scared you are, the worse it will be. I tried several times but never succeeded. Finally, I had to give up my efforts with shame and dejection. At that time, cold sweat broke out on my head and I felt ashamed, afraid that Girl A would laugh at me and say I was a weakling.


Girl A's reaction was beyond my expectation. She didn't laugh at me. Instead, she slowly used her hand to help me caress my little brother. After all, the other person is a woman, and a beautiful woman at that. As someone who is in a state of chronic sexual hunger, I actually really need the comfort of a woman.


So under her gentle touch, it gradually became half soft and half hard again. Seeing this, Girl A struck while the iron was hot and started playing the flute for me. I never thought that the blowjob that I had only seen in porn movies would be so comfortable!


It seems that seeing pigs running and actually eating pork are two completely different things. This is the first time in my life that a grown-up girl gets married in a sedan chair. It feels so good!


It was fun, but it was a pity... Although I was excited and felt good, I was scared and my penis became half hard and half soft. No matter how hard Girl A pushed me, I couldn't get it hard.


When I saw this, I thought quickly and simply pressed girl A under me (this traditional position is quite familiar to me) and used my hand to force my half-soft little brother into her. Who knew that the little brother was such a hopeless person that he only struggled twice in the vagina and then came out.

Damn, this useless little brother! Just now when we were watching the movie, when you should have been behaving yourself, you were more slippery than anyone else. Now it's your turn to take action, but you are so disrespectful to us. It's really a waste of time that I have loved you for so many years.


Damn, I've never been in this situation before. I have always been as strong as an ox. When I was doing the sexually cold routine with my ex-wife, I could stay hard for at least twenty minutes inside and out. Why did I lose my temper so much this time?

Seeing this, I have to explain what "hard inside and out" means.


Well, it's like this: my sexually apathetic ex-wife had a quirk. As soon as she got high, she would kick me out of the house and I wouldn't be allowed to stay in there for even a minute longer. The problem is that I don't know whether my ex-wife is real or just pretending. She always gets high after just a few minutes, so I have to pull out my gun and shoot at the sky from outside.


So, my already pitiful sex life had to be treated to even more of a bloody sale and a huge discount. I would have sex for three minutes inside and masturbate for seventeen minutes outside.


Just for these three minutes of happiness almost once a month, I have to pay a heavy financial or labor price, or promise to buy her this and that, or write survey and statistical reports for her unit, or write her graduate thesis as a ghostwriter, or promise to send money to her parents' home, and so on.


Damn, those days were really not a human life. I can count the number of times I’ve had sex in the past ten years on my fingers. Damn, no longer reminiscing about the good times, the scene changes to girl A. Although my first sexual intercourse ended in failure, which made me feel extremely embarrassed, I was touched by Ms. A's patience.


Compared with my ex-wife who had a bad temper, Ms. A seemed very feminine, which was the kind of femininity I liked and desired from the bottom of my heart. It was because of this desire that I didn’t want to give up just like that. I didn’t rush to put my clothes on, but continued to talk to her while lying naked on the bed.


While I was talking to girl A, I was touching her private parts. Woman A’s vagina was the second woman’s private part I had ever seen in my life. I was full of curiosity. What was the difference between other women and my bitch?


There is indeed a big difference. First of all, girl A's vagina is wet and slippery, like a water curtain cave, which is much more lively than the dry old well of the female demon. Secondly, girl A's two big fleshy labia are also different from those of the female demon. They are thick and full, while my ex-wife's are as deflated as two pieces of paper.


What is even more amazing is that girl A's labia are very long, about two or three centimeters long, soft, moist and elastic, and feel great, as silky and smooth as Dove chocolate. Once you taste it, it tastes great, no worse than Nestle coffee.


After the voyeuristic adventure was successfully completed, I ordered a Zhongnanhai cigarette with satisfaction, and Ms. A also asked me for one. After taking a puff, she glanced at the cigarette label and asked in surprise, "You smoke this?"


Zhongnanhai, which costs four or five yuan a pack, is a low-end cigarette. She found it a bit strange. How could a man who lives in such a big house and earns two or three hundred thousand yuan a year smoke such low-end cigarettes?

I replied nonchalantly, "I'm used to it. For things like cigarettes and alcohol, the price doesn't matter, it just matters whether you're used to it or not."

"Yes, that's right. Habit becomes nature." Girl A agreed with me. Then, as if she remembered something, she asked me in a teasing tone, "Just now, you were lying there, looking at me from below for a long time. What did you see?"

My face flushed, I laughed awkwardly and said, "I saw your petals, they are so tempting."

"What's the most attractive part?" Girl A wanted to hear my praise and continued to tease me.

"Uh..." Faced with her aggressive teasing, I felt even more embarrassed, but then I thought, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, just say it, there are only two of us here anyway, she doesn't care, so why should I care. So I plucked up my courage and said, "Your two little pieces of flesh are so beautiful. It feels so good to put them in my mouth."

"Really?" After hearing what I said, A suddenly turned over, squatted on my face, put her plump vagina close to my mouth, and said, "Then suck it again, I'll make you feel good."

I obediently took her two pieces of flesh into my mouth, pinched them hard with my lips, bit them lightly with my teeth, pulled those two pieces of pink flesh long, and made a "pop pop" sound.


Girl A first squatted on me and moaned, then sat down. Seeing this, I used the tip of my tongue to push apart the two small pieces of flesh and moved back and forth into the hole in the middle.


But I couldn't breathe when she sat on my face. After licking for a while, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I lifted her butt with my hands and said, "No, I can't breathe."

After hearing this, Girl A sat hard on my mouth again, moved her butt a few times, then turned over, picked up the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table and continued to smoke while talking to me.

"Do you like my body?" Girl A took a deep puff of the cigarette, then leaned close to my mouth, spit the cigarette into my mouth and asked.

"I like it. I like it very much." I also picked up the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray and took a puff. I replied with satisfaction: "Your body is simply the best. It's so charming."


I was not lying to her. After suffering from sexual frigidity for so many years, I really loved this kind of exciting sex life. I was hungry for it and ecstatic.


"Then it's yours from now on." Girl A answered readily, taking another puff of her cigarette. I could tell she was very pleased with my compliment. "You're lucky to have met me. From now on, I'll let you play with me however you want."

The two of them chatted like this, enjoying the obscene words, the wildness of the mind, and the indulgence of the body. After finishing a cigarette, he still felt unsatisfied, so he lit another one. As we were talking, I suddenly thought of the boss of Mercedes-Benz.


Suddenly, it dawned on me that what my buddy said was right: I, Li Shoujie, am the real boss in this PK game, the only contestant in this tortoise and hare race.


However, out of politeness I did not point it out, because I still hope to get married, so I gave him some face. Of course, she cheated on me, CJ, so I have to take a little revenge on her.


So I played a prank on her. I used my middle and index finger joints to pinch her little flesh, stretching it several centimeters, until it couldn't be stretched any further. Then I asked her, "Tell me, why did you choose me in the end instead of the big boss?"

Girl A was pinched by me and it hurt. She frowned and endured it, while groaning and answering: "Ah... It hurts so much, can't you pinch it a little more gently? Ah... I chose you because I think you are the most sincere, the most honest, and you care about my self-esteem the most. Ah... Ah... It hurts so much. Although the big boss is rich, he always talks to me in such an arrogant tone, as if everything I do must be arranged by him. Ah... He thinks he is so great just because he has money. He is too domineering. I don't want to live the life of a young wife in the old society."

Although I knew she was making it up, I was still a little moved by her words. After all, I am a CJ, and CJ men are easily moved.


I even thought at that time that even if there really was such a big boss, she would choose me. She definitely wants to choose someone who truly loves and cares about her, rather than choosing money and material things. I would rather believe that she is such a person. If so, then she is really good and she is the one I am looking for.


Because of this feeling, after resting for an hour, I pulled myself together again and got on my horse with my gun. This time, I had already accepted this woman psychologically, so I regained my strength, and with the cooperation of Girl A's slippery vagina, I went straight to the dragon with a "puff".


Girl A moaned from the bottom of her heart, and her two fleshy lips tightly wrapped around my little brother, even my balls, making me feel extremely good. After dozens of rounds, she finally reached orgasm with a "ah ah".


Girl A's skills in bed are really amazing. At the beginning of her climax, I still felt that it was too early for me to climax, but she suddenly pulled and squeezed violently from below, and a warm current poured onto the head of my little brother, which made me so happy that I didn't know what to do, and I surrendered with a cry of "Ahhh".

In the ten years I lived with my ex-wife, I had never enjoyed such a wonderful, comfortable, exciting and thrilling ML. When my ex-wife got to bed, she was a complete dead fish. She would orgasm in just a few strokes, and then impatiently urge me to come out. She would also stick to the basic principle of man on top and woman on bottom for a hundred years without wavering.


Sex life at that time was not only scarcer than plants in the desert, but also tasteless. As a result, I, a mature man in my 30s, have to be self-sufficient and rely on masturbation to get by all day long.


Girl A, for her first FUCK, performed the poses and methods that can only be seen in porn movies, such as the girl blowing the flute, the old man pushing the cart, and the willow tree pulling upside down. She was able to perform them with ease, and her skills were perfect.


I was so happy at that time. I felt truly liberated. At least I met a woman who could truly be called a woman!

After it was over, I was very satisfied and excited. The two rested on the bed for more than ten minutes and each smoked a cigarette. Then, the two went to the bathroom together and washed the body fluids off.

In the bathroom, while wiping herself, Ms. A said to me, "My son is home alone today, and I am worried. I can't spend the night with you tonight."

"Oh, okay, okay, I'll take you home." I quickly expressed my understanding. I thought to myself: What a good mother. She enjoys having sex with me so much and yet she doesn’t forget to take care of her child.

Girl A dried her whole body, put on her clothes, and went to the dressing table to comb her hair. At this time, she found some used and almost used cosmetic boxes left behind by my ex-wife when she moved out. They were all from international brands such as Lancome, Estee Lauder, CD, Chanel, etc.

"Is this something your ex-wife used?" Girl A asked, looking at the pile of bottles and jars scattered all over the place.

I nodded and replied, "Yeah, yeah."

When I was chatting with Ms. A on QQ before, she once seriously asked me the reason for my divorce. I told her a lot, one of which was that my ex-wife was too materialistic. My ex-wife is a "moonlight clan". She has a morbid obsession with luxury goods. She compares them with this and that every day, and firmly believes that only more expensive things can reflect her so-called "urban white-collar" taste. Her cosmetics cannot be inferior to LANCOME, the clothes she wears cannot be worse than PORTS, and the bag she carries cannot be inferior to LOUISI-VUITTON. The problem is that she not only cares about quality, but also quantity, and she keeps sending money to the mall every month.

She also had a principle that she would spend all of the five or six thousand yuan salary she earned on herself and would never use a penny for household expenses. It has been like this since they got married, and even since she started working. Although we both have good jobs and relatively comfortable living conditions and don't worry too much about money, her irresponsible attitude towards the family makes me very annoyed.

I am unhappy with my ex-wife and she is unhappy with me. She believes that men should support women. She only spends her own salary and doesn't use too much of my salary to buy clothes or cosmetics for herself. That's pretty good. In her mind, the salary she earns is called "my own money", and the salary I earn is called "our family's money". Her ideas are too stubborn, and any form of communication, whether persuasion or quarreling, is of no use to her.

So, we often quarrel about this kind of thing, and she always has a killer move to make me speechless: "If you are a grown man and you can't even support your wife, are you still a man?"

Ever since I grew into a man, I feared being told that I was “not really a man”, so whenever she criticized me like that, I would usually just give up. After so many times, she discovered my weakness. Whenever I pushed her into a corner, she would use the phrase "Are you still a man?" to achieve a surprise victory, making it impossible for me to gain the upper hand. Later, I was too lazy to argue with her anymore. My ex-wife was always in charge of the family’s money, and she still squandered “her own money” every month. I just pretended not to see it.

Later, not long after we divorced, she suddenly sent me a text message saying: Shoujie, I attended a lecture by a marriage expert yesterday, and he said that when couples quarrel, the most taboo thing is to hurt each other by saying things like "Are you a man?" or "Anyone is better than you." I didn't do this well enough before, and I apologize to you. Can you accept it?

After reading this text message, I smiled faintly and deleted it. Neither responded nor accepted her apology.

When I was chatting with woman A on QQ, after listening to my complaints, woman A seemed to react calmly. She did not refute me at all. Instead, she emphasized to me: A woman's temperament cannot be achieved by spending money on expensive clothes, but by improving her own cultivation, reading more, and having more insights, so as to cultivate both inside and outside.

These sensible and logical words made me nod my head in agreement quickly, secretly exclaiming in my heart that I had met a girl with true aesthetic taste.

Now that I have returned to my old home, these things left by my ex-wife have confirmed that what I said was true. At this moment, something unexpected happened to me. The elegant woman suddenly hugged me, stared at me and said: "Shoujie, I want to use these things in the future! I also want to wear Ports clothes! I also want LV bags! Can you buy them for me?"

Ms. A's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on my hot forehead. I was both shocked and disappointed. Didn’t she say that she is not a materialistic woman? Didn’t you say that you have always been thrifty and frugal? Why are you comparing yourself with my ex-wife right away? At least my ex-wife could still earn five or six thousand yuan a month. Although she spent all the money she earned on herself and made no contribution to the family, at least she was basically self-sufficient. And this middle-aged woman in front of me, who only earns two to three thousand yuan a month, also wears these international brands. Don’t I have to pay for it? What's more, I have a little kid to support. Raising a child is not an easy task these days.

Thinking of this, I felt a little unhappy, and said to her with a long face, "I divorced my ex-wife because she was too materialistic. These things are too expensive for a working-class family. I can't afford them at all."

Seeing my face turn from sunny to cloudy, Ms. A was understanding and immediately explained with a smile: "Shoujie, I was just joking with you, just saying it casually, don't take it seriously. I know that you have to be frugal and manage your household well."

Well, that's about right. After she explained it like that, I stopped making faces and put my arm around her waist as we walked out the door, down the stairs, and into the car.

Ms. A sat in the passenger seat. I looked at her sideways, and I was so satisfied and happy. I was so grateful that I met such a charming woman. Even though she is a complete slut in bed, when she goes out, the way she walks, sits, and has an air of elegance about her. Men all like their wives to be ladies in the living room and sluts in bed.

Seeing me looking at her and smiling foolishly, Ms. A also turned her head to look at me, winked at me, and asked, "What's the matter, haven't you seen enough?"

"How can I ever see enough of that, haha." I grinned again and started the car.

"Did you feel good just now?" she asked.

"It's comfortable, so comfortable, it's like I'm in ecstasy." I told the truth.

"Let's have ecstasy every day from now on, okay?" Girl A raised her eyes teasingly and said, "Actually, I just gave you a little pleasure tonight. There are more pleasures that you haven't experienced yet. I'm afraid I'll scare you."

"Oh? Really?" Hearing her say that, I became interested and thought: Is there any pleasure in the world that can be more intoxicating than tonight?

"I'll serve you slowly in the future." Girl A pouted complacently. After saying that, she put her hand on my crotch and kneaded it gently. In a blink of an eye, my little brother became hard again.

"Hey, don't, don't... don't do it, or we'll have a car crash! I don't want to be a playboy so early in the morning." She made me lose my mind to drive, and I begged for mercy repeatedly before she let go of my crotch.



After sending girl A off, I returned to my home in Tuanjie Lake and prepared to go to bed. Suddenly, girl A sent me a picture message. At first glance, I didn’t understand what the photo was. But when I looked carefully, oh my god, it was a photo of her abalone! There was also a sentence attached: Give me your stick.


Damn, I didn’t expect that I, Li Shoujie, lived so long. I wasn’t romantic when I was young, but I became romantic when I was old. I did it immediately. Her reply included a kissing lips pattern, which immediately reminded me of the enchanting oral sex she had just given me.

That night, despite the boss's peep show and her temptation to Lancome and Ports LV, I felt that Ms. A was not as simple and non-materialistic as I had imagined before. But then I thought again: she is just a beautiful woman who wants to have a family. In this vast sea of ​​people, she can't find someone she can trust and who is worthy of her commitment. She is like a fallen leaf, drifting in the wind. Finally, she met me, Li Shoujie. This man who had been honest for half his life but was blown off the marriage tree by the wind was moved by her and was willing to treat her well and bear the burden of life for her. We cherish and love each other, and the prince and princess live happily ever after... What an attractive prospect that would be.