Woman Shedding Her Shell 3

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My husband's second step in "training" me was to use vulgar language. From childhood, teachers and parents taught me to be a good child, not to use foul language or vulgarities. I've always been obedient, careful with my words and actions, striving to be a good child. But things change! I actually enjoy my husband teaching me to use vulgar language.
My teachers used to tell me to read more books, to read quietly, saying that stillness breeds wisdom. So, if sex is quiet, with eyes closed, letting your mind wander, experiencing sex with your heart and body, wouldn't that be wonderful? Not at all! Sex requires talking, saying sweet nothings, using vulgar language—it's stimulating, it's more pleasurable. Once you enjoy using vulgar language during sex, it's like taking opium—it's addictive. Next, I'll tell you how my husband gradually trained me to use vulgar language, how he got me addicted, and what it felt like after I became addicted, haha…
My husband is busy with work every day, but although he's very busy, he's romantic and will make time for me. One afternoon, he took me for a walk on the East Lake Greenway. We walked hand in hand, like many loving couples. I rested my head on my husband's shoulder, beaming with happiness. A woman nestled against a man is the most touching thing, right? My husband must have sensed my love. He chuckled, put his hand on my waist, and wrapped it around my slender waist. The swaying of my legs as I walked aroused his… It was dirty. My husband's hand slowly slid down to my buttocks, stroking them back and forth, saying, "Baby's butt is so perky, and your legs are so straight and long. Any man who sees your butt would want to thrust into your pussy from behind." That day, I was wearing form-fitting, tight-fitting pants, and as I walked, my buttocks swayed from side to side. Thinking about it, it was very tempting. I stopped and kissed my husband, saying, "There are so many security cameras on this greenway." My husband laughed and said, "It's lucky we're husband and wife. If adulterers didn't dare to come here, the net of justice would be all-encompassing." I looked at my husband's face and said, "Honey, you're sweating." My husband said, "Baby, we can't go any further. Let's go..." "Let's turn back," I said. We walked to the parking lot. My husband sat in the driver's seat, and I sat in the passenger seat. He said, "Baby, take your pants down and let me touch your pussy, okay?" I enjoyed this little thrill in the wild. I laughed as I unzipped my pants. My husband leaned towards me, slipping his hand inside my underwear, like he was catching fish in a river, saying, "Baby, your pussy is so wet, hehe..." Suddenly, a family walked towards us. I said, "Someone's coming!" My body instinctively tightened my legs, and my husband quickly pulled his hand back. I immediately pulled up my half-off pants and teased my husband... "Honey, is your penis hard yet?" my husband said. "It was just hard. If no one had come, I would have wanted to fuck you. But now that someone's here, let's go eat." We drove around for a bit and chose a farmhouse restaurant not far from the East Lake Greenway. The environment was nice; the restaurant was built on the water, very elegant. My husband had taken people here for dinner before, but this was my first time. Seeing that it wasn't yet lunchtime, my husband, returning from a familiar place, took my hand and led me through the restaurant to the back door. What greeted my eyes was a large expanse of nearly dried lotus leaves and water, reminiscent of the beautiful scenery here in summer. Nearby, beside a lotus pond... The pavilions were so inviting, we walked on the wooden bridge over the water. The scene was eerily reminiscent of a scene from *Dream of the Red Chamber*. After walking around, we noticed people were sitting in each pavilion. We returned to the wooden bridge, leaning against the handrail. I gazed at my husband tenderly, and he gave me a kiss with a laugh. I nestled into his arms, and he held me close. Lost in our own world, we completely forgot about everyone around us. Suddenly, his hand touched my bottom, and I realized how many people were around. Feeling a little embarrassed, I quickly thought, "We're all strangers anyway." I continued to enjoy my husband's company in the middle of the dried lotus pond. His caresses made my pussy so wet... After dinner, we couldn't wait to get home. I undressed my husband, and he laughed, saying, "Little slut, can't wait, huh? Hehe..." We took a bath together. My husband lay down on the bed first, and I got some essential oils to give him a full-body massage. Just before we finished, I teased him by licking his penis. He made that familiar, loving sound and said urgently, "Baby, no more massage, let's eat your penis now. I love it when you eat it, hehe..." I love eating my husband's penis, and as I was engrossed in it, he said, "Baby, you're such a good eater! Do you like it?" "Your cock?" I quickly replied to my husband, "I love eating your cock, I'm so obsessed with it!" While I said I loved it, I was already going crazy inside, so I ate his cock even more frantically. My husband then asked, "Is your pussy wet, baby?" I blurted out, "My pussy is so itchy, I can't take it anymore!" My husband continued, "Do you want your cock inside your pussy?" I nodded quickly. I was kneeling on the bed eating his cock, looking just like a little bitch in heat. Seeing my pitiful appearance, my husband told me to get on top of him. I obediently climbed onto my master, and as my pussy aligned with his cock, I slowly sat down... It felt like a giant worm crawling deep into my vagina, so itchy, so itchy that I groaned. My husband laughed and said, "Hehe... are you a slut? Are you a whore?" I didn't respond to him and continued thrusting in and out. My husband said, "Baby, I like to say dirty things. You have to play along. When I ask you if you're a slut, you have to answer that I am a slut. That will be very exciting." My husband then asked, "Are you a slut?" I forced myself to say, "Yes." My husband then asked, "Who is a slut?" I answered again, "I am a slut." I don't know if my husband felt he had taught me a lesson and felt accomplished, or if he was excited to hear me say I was a slut. In any case, his penis reacted strongly, and he thrust into my vagina faster. Amidst the dirty talk, we reached a violent climax.
Since that time, every time my husband and I make love, he asks me dirty questions. At first, I felt embarrassed when he asked, but I listened to him. When he asked, I would answer him with a stiff upper lip. He would ask, "Do you like me to fuck you?", "How about I send you to work as a prostitute and let everyone come and patronize you for a day?", "Do you want a threesome?". If I didn't understand, I would ask, "What is a threesome?". My husband would patiently explain, "It's when two men fuck you at the same time." I would then ask curiously, "How do they fuck you?". My husband would say, "One penis goes into your anus, and one penis goes into your vagina." Then he would ask, "Do you want three men to patronize you at the same time?". I would ask, "How do they fuck you?". My husband would say, "One penis goes into your anus, one penis goes into your vagina, and you have one penis in your mouth." My husband would ask, "Want to swap?" He would patiently explain what swapping meant. He would also ask, "Want to have a group sex?" I asked him, "What is a group sex?" He said, "It's when many couples get together, each person has sex with their own wife first, and then they have sex with each other. For example, three couples, each person has sex with their own wife first, and then the three men have sex with one woman together." During sex, he would say lewd things and talk about many sexual things that were new to me. Over time, it became a habit.
Once, I gave my husband a full-body massage, teasing him from time to time. After we were both aroused, he asked me to sit on him. At first, I excitedly wiggled my hips as usual, moving up and down and left and right, waiting for him to say something lewd. That day, he lay quietly, as if enjoying himself, or as if he was tired. He was unusually well-behaved, without saying anything lewd, and seemed to have lost his previous excitement. I went at it for a long time, wanting to reach orgasm, but I always felt something was missing. Just then, a voice entered my brain, instructing it, "Master,..." "I'm about to climax!" I finally couldn't help but ask my husband, "Honey, why aren't you saying anything dirty today?" My husband immediately perked up and laughed, "Baby, is it because I can't climax without hearing dirty talk?" I said, "Yes." My husband then asked, "Baby, are you a slut?" I said, "I am a slut," affirming myself, my pussy was so excited. My husband then asked, "Does a slut want her husband to seduce her?" I said, "Yes..." The "yes" was drawn out for a long time, accompanied by a hard thrust of my hips, letting my hard penis press against my pussy, my head tilting back and forth, and then I stood motionless in mid-air, I climaxed...! I realized that I needed that kind of stimulation, I couldn't live without my husband's dirty talk!
Some male readers have asked me some questions, and I want to add two more points. First, when training your lover, don't rush it, be patient; second, love with your heart and your true heart, even if your lover is cold-blooded, they will be warmed by your true heart. Every woman has a little girl living inside her, capable of being as tender as water.
My husband treats me very well, so when it comes to "training" me, I listen to him. Women are all about love before sex, so if you want to "train" your lover, you must first learn to love her. Ask yourself every day, "Did I love her today?"
In the little things of life, a husband should make his wife feel loved and that she is always number one in his heart. When a woman feels secure, even if her husband goes out and has casual sex with a hundred or a thousand women, she won't be angry, argue, or threaten divorce. Instead, she will love him even more because he's going out to "learn" and improve his skills so she can enjoy even more exciting sexual experiences when he returns.
How can this sense of security be given? Generally, respectable women don't ask for much. They don't need your constant presence. Perhaps it's your gentle words, your smile, your goodbye kiss before you leave, or your hug when you come home… Let me tell you how my husband gives me this sense of security. Before we got married, he would take me to his business events. Whenever we sat down for a meal, he would be seated at the head of the table while I was still standing in the crowd. He would beckon me to sit next to him, and he would put the first dish he served into my bowl. Every woman hopes her man will treat her with such tenderness. After we got married, my husband treated me even better. Every woman who has met my husband envies me, saying, "Your husband is so good to you! I want to find someone like him too!" Some even tell me to tell my husband if he knows anyone like him and ask for introductions.
(To be continued)

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