The young woman who succumbed to lust (Chapter 4) Wife, feeling both ashamed and happy (Part 2)

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Chapter Four: Wife: Shame and Pleasure

The brain, the most important sexual organ in the human body, abandoned its restraint and began to indulge. My vagina,
too, became uncontrollably wanton.

My buttocks arched back, hoping that annoying penis would penetrate deeper. My vagina
tightened even more, so that the friction of that penis against my folds of flesh would be more intense. My waist began to sway actively,
hoping that the hateful male organ would grind more accurately at the most thirsty part of my vagina. Breath escaped from my throat,
turning into seductive moans. It was as if the rapidly thrusting penis was a piston, pumping wanton air into my body
.

"Is it comfortable?" F held my upper body, his hands restlessly kneading my swollen breasts, excitedly
observing my expression. My face flushed red, as if someone had suddenly removed my mask, exposing me naked to everyone's
gaze. The tension and excitement made me realize that F had been observing my expression closely the whole time
.

A sudden surge of intense shame welled up inside me. It wasn't just because F had asked me how I felt in front of my husband
. It was also because he seemed to have read my mind, confident that the man behind me could completely subdue me.
Asking this so early, without any concern that I would back down because of shyness.

I gritted my teeth, refusing his question, trying to smooth my breathing. I tensed my lower
body and toes even more, resisting the tingling and urges in my body. Pride prevented me from giving up my resistance, but primal
instincts made it difficult to shake off the man behind me.

The man's thrusts became more forceful, his large glans like a red-hot iron,
searing the already sensitive nerves in the dense folds of my vagina. My lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, hot and burning. Boiling
blood was pumped to every corner of my body with each thrust of that iron, making every cell in my body
excited. I squeezed my legs together tightly, clenching my lower body, tensing every muscle in my body to control my body's
reaction, but the tightening of my vagina only brought an even stronger friction, making me feel even more uncomfortable.

He and the boy behind him surrounded me. F rested my head on his shoulder, stroked my back, kissed my
neck, and slightly straightened his body to meet my thrusts. Behind me, the boy grabbed my hips, but thrust forward even
more forcefully. I had to arch my upper body. The boy's thrusts became slow and powerful, like
two men sawing a tree together. Because my upper body was lifted, my vagina and his penis formed an angle
. Although I tried my best to arch my buttocks to match them, the slender, upward-pointing penis still had to
press against sliding upwards with the guidance of my vagina to reach the depths.

The sensation in my vestibule became even more intense, and all the blood in my body seemed to start to gather at the point where the glans touched
. One, two, three thrusts, he scrambled across my vagina at an angle. A spot on my anus began
to swell uncontrollably under this ravaging, and I could even feel my heartbeat traveling there, throbbing rhythmically
. My restraint, like the ice of spring, gradually melted under the burning heat. Pleasant moans returned.

"Is it good?" His voice was like a devil's temptation. I hummed softly, refusing to answer directly. I knew that
the changes in position and the torture I had just endured were mostly F's design. He was a dwarf in action, a giant in thought;
unable to do it himself, he imagined it to help others. Many of the new tricks my husband and other men had were instigated by him.

Seeing my silence, he pinched my nipple with his fingertips, gently rubbing it. An electric current shot from my nipple, instantly reaching
my lower abdomen. My vagina began to throb, my arms and back trembled, my legs were already stiff,
knees pressed together, calves spread in an X-shape, supporting my swaying body. The sticky fluid between my thighs had already overflowed my
cleavage, my clitoris bloomed and burned under his large and firm
member . I ejaculated! I was made to produce uterine fluid, something that only happens when extremely aroused.
I've only done this a few times!

"So good~~~~~~~~" My brain seemed to be out of control as it uttered those words. His expression
became even more excited, even the hands that were kneading my breasts began to tremble. His expression was so smug, so satisfied. It was as if
he were the one fucking me! Suddenly, I began to understand F, to understand my husband, to understand those men with cuckoldry complexes
. Because in F's eyes, I saw longing, I saw admiration, and even more so, a strong desire to explore
and possess.

I knew F's heart as well as he knew my body. Years of interaction had allowed us
to communicate on a soul-touching level while engaging in physical intercourse. I understood his joy when he had me, and I knew
the bitterness he felt when he witnessed his wife being conquered by another. In a sense, he was my husband's shadow, my other husband.

Because of his age, his sexual ability was only above average. Just as he couldn't satisfy his young wife
, he also couldn't fully satisfy me when we were alone. But his thoughtfulness, kindness, and understanding still moved me,
because he always managed to compensate for his shortcomings with his rich imagination and patient skill, giving me a different kind of stimulation
and satisfaction.

He was infatuated with me, infatuated with my graceful figure, my alluring breasts, and even more so with my dignified temperament. He wanted
everything about me. To truly possess me, to conquer me, not just to penetrate my body and enter my vagina
. He also wanted to control my breathing, my moans, my body spasms, and my vaginal contractions. Yes, it's
certainly satisfying to dominate a dignified and chaste married woman. But the sense of accomplishment from bringing a dignified and chaste woman
to orgasm and completely conquering her is what men dream of even more. But he couldn't do that
.

So he wanted to know everything about me, not only stripping me naked to understand every inch of my skin, but also tearing open
my genitals to explore the passage to my soul. He also wanted to explore the deepest desires beneath my dignified exterior
, to know my feelings and expressions in my most primal, instinctive moments. He wanted to explore
the limits of my dignity and fidelity. Even if it meant using someone else, a single man, he wanted to understand. This single man was merely a tool for him to possess me.

Although I knew F's sordid thoughts, I wasn't angry. I even understood him, because he had told me about
the helplessness of a middle-aged man whose abilities were declining, and that a man's conquest of a woman was an inevitable part of sex,
a matter of male dignity, especially when his wife was so easily conquered by my husband. His thoughts were more reasonable.
Many times, I even faked an orgasm to comfort her. He knew I was trying to comfort him, and became even more anxious.

"Let's go to bed... my legs are weak," I whispered in F's ear, clinging to his neck.
Being penetrated from behind while standing gave me a strange thrill, but also a nagging, unpleasant feeling. I felt like
I was standing on the edge of a cliff, the intense impact from behind almost making me fly. My constant staggering forced
my nerves to struggle to maintain balance, suppressing the final burst of my body. The orgasm
crashed in like a dammed sea, only to recede just before reaching its peak. The pleasure of being close to orgasm made me happy, yet also
tormented me with unbearable agony!

"Play a little longer, don't get used to just one position," my soft pleading only
fueled his desire to conquer me. He hugged me tighter. "I'll let you play a little longer~" I tempted
him, trying to escape the predicament.

This kind of orgasm will be unforgettable! He remained unmoved, instead growling at me excitedly!
The man behind me suddenly accelerated! His serpentine glans rubbed and pounded viciously against the throbbing, swollen area of my vaginal wall
. Pleasure surged like a tidal wave, relentless and overwhelming. My composure completely crumbled; I began
to moan loudly, my head shaking violently as if rejecting it all, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, my long hair
swaying like a willow branch in a storm.

A current suddenly erupted from the swollen area of my vagina, a jolt of electricity spreading through my pelvis and throughout my body.
My head jerked upwards, my waist and back arching as if in a spasm, as if my back... It felt as if my abdomen had been pierced by a sharp sword
. The current, like receding tide, retreated back into my lower abdomen with even greater energy. My vagina began to contract intensely
, and I even felt my uterus begin to spasm. The violent spasms made me unsteady on my feet, but the erect penis behind me and
F's strong arms kept me from falling. The intense contractions continued unabated with the boy's relentless thrusting
, once, twice, three times. I had never experienced such an orgasm before, so persistent and unending, that I was terrified by the sound of my own
cries . I looked in panic at my husband, who was less than two meters away. His face was flushed, and his eyes seemed
red too. He was sitting on the sofa... F's wife was sitting cross-legged on his penis, moving her body with pleasure.
My husband's penis is so hard! So hard, I can even feel it's harder than the boy behind me! An indescribable jealousy
welled up inside me.

Damn! Damn! I whimpered incoherently, the boy behind me thrusting harder,
my whole body began to tremble, my vagina spasming violently again and again, a chaotic feeling began
to swirl in my brain, my husband's image began to blur, only my vagina, the constant stimulation and spasms within it
echoing throughout my body.

For a long, long time, I finally finished. The spasm brought me back to my senses. I leaned on F's shoulder, breathing heavily. "Carry
me to the bed... I can't stand anymore," I pleaded softly, speaking to F in front of me, and also to
the boy behind me. I was like a tamed horse,
completely subdued by the man who had brought me to such ecstasy, who had taken me to the clouds. At this moment, I was willing to do anything for this boy.

The boy behind me withdrew his still-erect penis! He turned to face me, took me from F's arms,
and held me close. I carefully examined this tall boy; his face was flushed, his breathing rapid, and he was handsome and sunny.
Her face was full of smugness, making me feel incredibly ashamed again. I turned to look at my husband, but he wasn't looking at
me; he had already pinned F's wife down. His expression was fierce as he gritted his teeth and thrust
violently ravaging F's wife. F's wife began to scream.

I turned back, wrapped my arms around his neck, buried my head in his strong chest, and shyly commanded
the boy, waiting for his princess carry. The boy didn't move, but instead squatted slightly, grabbed my thighs
, and with a strong pull, lifted my body, wrapping my legs around his back. He suddenly jerked me up
even higher I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck.

With my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist, I felt like a girl in love, a koala clinging
to him. His rapid breathing, his heavy nostrils like feathers tickling my neck, made my
heart flutter and flutter, like the taste of first love. The feeling of my breasts pressed against his chest was so warm, and my husband's
concerned gaze made me incredibly shy. I lowered my head and buried my face between his shoulders and neck, letting my long hair fall down
to cover my eyes and face, like burying my head in the sand to hide my shame.

"Let's go to bed..." I whispered in his ear.
I never hold back my tenderness towards the man who has taken me to the clouds. "Okay~" He grinned wickedly, grabbing my thighs and
lifting me up with a thrust. Then, he tightened his abs, thrusting his hips forward, revealing his sharply defined abdominal muscles, and erect his
hard penis, before slowly lowering his hands.

My lower abdomen slid down his muscular pelts, my swollen vulva gently touching his erect
penis. My legs, still weak from my recent orgasm, were so limp, my arms so powerless; no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop
myself from falling!

"No, no!" "I frantically refused. My lips involuntarily tightened! I
squeezed , hugged his neck, and resisted his intrusion. Perhaps it was because my torso was short, or perhaps because my husband's penis
was long, but I didn't like the woman-on-top position. Sitting on top, his penis would press against my cervix, which was very uncomfortable, and my naturally sensitive
body made me too weak to move after being penetrated. The hard, hot glans pressing against me below gave me a
feeling of falling on a knife's edge.

The hands supporting my thighs began to squeeze my buttocks hard. His fingers restlessly touched my lips, my legs
were held between my sides by his arms, and my vulva was spread apart by the fingers on my labia majora." The restraint and strength I had just
mustered vanished instantly, and a surge of heat gushed from my opening. My resistance completely
collapsed; I couldn't even manage to tighten my opening to symbolically hinder his intrusion. I could only
face his penis's invasion in a shameful, wide-open position, ready to be taken.

The glans slid between my labia before finally entering, the two tender labia minora being
parted little by little, the penis slowly squeezing in, stretching open the dense folds and sending waves of tingling numbness to my brain. I tried
to grasp it, to slow my descent, but my vagina, still wet from the recent orgasm, was constantly...
The spasms had exhausted her last bit of strength, making my movements seem so futile.

I slowly descended along the guide formed by his penis. It was hard to tell whether he penetrated me or I devoured
him! As his thick pubic hair brushed against my tender clitoris like a brush, my body began
to tremble involuntarily. My tightly clenched lips parted, letting out an unbearable moan.

So hard, so long, such praise flashed through my mind involuntarily. His penis, like a hook, hooked onto
my tender vulva, bearing almost my entire weight. I couldn't believe that the
reserved, shy, sunny boy at the dinner table just hours ago possessed such amazing stamina! Even more unbelievable that just hours later, I
would be united with him in this position.

Holding his neck, sitting upright on his penis, breathing softly, feeling his youth and strength
. His handsome face was sharply defined, his nose straight, his smile warm, his teeth white, radiating sunshine
.

He grinned smugly, his lower abdomen tightening suddenly, and using the upward thrust of his hips, he tossed my body into the air. His enormous
penis was abruptly pulled from my sensitive vagina! My lower body even let out a soft moan
. The hard, protruding edge of his glans scraped against the folds of my vaginal walls, making my scalp tingle. It
felt as if my very soul was being ripped away by that penis. The floating sensation and the sudden
emptiness in my lower body caused my brain to shut down instantly. In a daze, I felt as if I had been pushed to the edge of a cliff, below which lay
a bottomless abyss of drifting clouds! But before I could even feel dizzy, my body plummeted back down. My vagina
was suddenly filled again. The glans, rapidly surging through the layers of fleshy rings of my vagina, emitted a powerful electric current, like a stator cutting through magnetic lines
, reactivating my senses.

So hard, so deep! It hurts, it feels so good... My soft labia majora collided with his hard pubic bone, the thunderous
impact stopping my fall. The violent impact drove his penis to a
depth my husband had never reached! This was virgin territory I didn't even know existed; it was so sensitive, so
tender. Like a virgin, my body and soul trembled as I welcomed the deflowering of a stranger.

I cried out in a daze, calling for my husband so close, calling for the one who once loved me most! But the breath
that escaped my throat turned into barely audible, broken moans

. I stared blankly at my husband, who was only an arm's length away from me. I longed for him to help me up, to stop my
fall, to ease the pain of my deflowering. But the warm
hand that had once led me on walks, patted me to sleep, and stroked my long hair was now like a stranger to me.

He carried me, swaying back and forth, towards the large bed. He was so domineering, so tyrannical, so
unquestionable. His erect penis pierced my genitals like an arrow, without any tenderness or gentle caresses
, only a relentless, all-out thrust. The slight pain exploded, amplifying the pleasure a thousandfold, engulfing
me in an instant. My vision blurred, and in my daze, I saw F kneeling on the bed, tearing open a condom
and putting it on his penis. Behind me, on the sofa, F's wife was sobbing with orgasm, receiving the heat of her husband's jealousy
.

I knew that tonight, everything was just beginning!

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