Young woman who is addicted to pornography

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Chapter 1: Husband, My Heart Aches (

This chapter is for story completeness and is not for submission to a writing contest) The lights dimmed, and soothing music began to fill the cabin.
The flight attendant announced in a sweet voice that the plane had finished its climb and entered a long, quiet level flight phase
. We would soon be home.

"Finally over," I sighed deeply. My body and mind were so exhausted; all the strength in my body
seemed to have been left in the receding city beneath me, leaving only my soul to accompany me home.

"Is it really over?" I asked myself, and also my wife.

Her breath was sweet as orchids, and her face was dignified and beautiful. My wife sat beside me, her head resting on my shoulder, her hand holding
my fingertips, already fast asleep. Gently holding my wife's soft hand, I stroked her
beautiful yet slightly weary face with my eyes, and a deep, overwhelming tenderness welled up in my heart. This tenderness transformed into love and
heartache.

For three days and three nights, this petite body beside me endured demands and assaults that seemed incongruous with her delicate beauty
! My wife was exhausted!

En—as if something was wrong with her body during sleep, or perhaps she was scolding someone in a dream for not being gentle enough, or
maybe she was blaming me for not protecting her properly—my wife's brow furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft, pained groan.

My heart felt like it had been pierced by a needle, a sudden, sharp pain! My wife was exhausted by them!

Memories flashed through my mind like navigation lights rapidly passing by the windows of an airplane taking off.

The airport, the flight, the steep gangway, my wife walking lightly ahead of me, the suburbs, the bamboo forest, the hot
spring resort, the smiling husbands and wives of friends on the stone steps at the entrance, the villa, the party, the large, sturdy bed, the naked
couples, the eager single men, the music, the red wine, the torn Durex condom packaging, the unrestrained
men and women.

This was a feast for the men.

The wife groaned loudly, her pale body like a fine musical instrument, plucked by fingertips,
played on by lips, and plucked by a bow. Her cherry-red lips sometimes closed tightly, sometimes slightly parted, sometimes trembled, emitting
soft, sweet moans, mournful and melodious groans, and sobs like weeping songs.

The wife struggled desperately, her slender waist twisting wildly like a fish on a chopping board, trying to avoid
the scraping and grinding of her most delicate parts. Her long, beautiful legs kicked forcefully, trying to lift her buttocks off the bed, as if
to overturn the villain pressing down on her.

The wife resisted in vain, her soft body tensing and stiffening again and again with muffled groans, gripping the weapon tightly, and again and again, with the thrusting and teasing of that weapon, she convulsed, twitched, trembled, and collapsed into a puddle of mud
, filled with shyness and sobs ! Gasps, groans, pounding heartbeats, the slapping of flesh against flesh! The men's deep, beast-like growls, the women's high-pitched screams like sobs… My wife's dazed eyes, flushed cheeks, swaying nipples, snow-white, taut thighs , a man's penis thrusting in and out of her! And face after face, filled with greed, excitement, and triumph! An indescribable feeling, accompanied by memories, rose from the deepest recesses of my heart, permeating my entire being. There was heartache, bitterness, jealousy, and fear. How could this be? How could this be?! How could I have stumbled into this absurd game? How could this be ? How could this be?! How could I bear to let my beloved wife be played with by other men? I questioned myself aloud in my heart! I loved this woman before me so much. I loved this pure and dignified face! Before marriage, I was infatuated with her, and after marriage, I was proud of her! Her hands were like tender shoots, her skin like solidified cream, her neck like a cicada's, her teeth like melon seeds! I spare no praise for her; I feel no words can truly describe my wife's beauty! Her beauty lies in her pure, dreamlike face. A delicate oval face, large eyes with long eyelashes, rosy cherry lips, long, flowing black hair, and a slender, graceful figure. Her beauty also lies in the indescribable feeling that naturally emanates from her eyes, a feeling that evokes a man's protective instincts. So captivating, so pitiful. In her presence, I feel an irresistible urge to love her, protect her, and make her happy. Her coquettish charm could melt even the hardest heart. Her eyes could make me do anything for her. But, but! Why? The husband who swore to love her, protect her, and make her happy, personally sent his wife into the arms of another man! But, but! Why? The husband who would do anything for his wife with just a glance watched helplessly as she moaned, trembled, struggled, and pleaded for help under another man! He was even unusually excited! Do I really love my wife?

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