A scheme within a scheme – the revenge of a respectable wife

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A scheme within a scheme – a respectable wife's revenge.
Ever since I discovered that my husband went on a business trip last month alone with the office beauty, I've been feeling very down. My husband lied to me before the trip, saying he was going alone, but someone told me he went with his beautiful secretary. And what was originally a one-day trip suddenly turned into a two-day trip. So where did they stay that night, and what did they do? Several times, after passionate sex with my husband, I tried to subtly ask him when his guard was down, but he always evaded the question. Until, when I took my husband's suit to the dry cleaners, the dry cleaner's wife took out a photo from his suit pocket. It was a photo of him and his beautiful secretary taken on the rooftop of Taipei 101. The date was the day after his business trip, and their casual attire didn't seem like formal wear for a meeting with a big boss. The beautiful secretary was wearing a very revealing deep V-neck t-shirt that exposed half of her breasts and low-waisted hot pants that exposed her buttocks. The two were holding hands and taking the photo like a couple deeply in love. Seeing the photos, I was so angry that I ran home crying. Tears streamed down my face, and as I cried, images of the adulterous couple's wanton behavior in the hotel flashed through my mind. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I resolved to take revenge and make my husband understand how I felt.

So I wiped away my tears, took a shower, and changed into the thong my husband had bought for me and the sheer evening gown he had forbidden me from wearing. That lace thong only had a small piece of fabric covering my private parts; the rest was just lace that could be easily torn. This evening gown, a gift from my sister in Las Vegas, had an almost completely exposed back. The bodice was black tulle clinging to my bra, with only dense lace covering my nipples, revealing my D-cup breasts. The skirt consisted of several layers of thin tulle, so any large steps would expose my thighs. I only wore it to my husband's promotion party, but that night I became the center of attention, especially attracting the attention of many young men who stood up to admire my genitals. Later, my husband thought it was too flashy and forbade me to wear it again. Today is my university reunion. I originally planned to wear something casual, but I decided to wear it as a show of force to my husband. Before leaving, I placed the empty box containing the evening gown, along with photos of the adulterous couple and the reunion invitation on the living room table, as a hint to my husband that I had discovered everything and that he should be prepared—his wife was going to display her beautiful body, which she had maintained solely for him.

Upon arriving at the reunion venue, I found myself in a well-known motel known for hosting all sorts of parties. It boasted a swimming pool, a large-screen TV, several chaise lounges, and, unsurprisingly, the usual motel amenities: beds and massage chairs. As soon as I entered, unsurprisingly, everyone's eyes immediately turned to me. I deliberately strode forward to show off my legs. The organizer, Chen, the senior class representative, immediately approached me with a lecherous grin, exclaiming, "Wow, only 15 years! You've transformed from a little swan into a lady!" I smiled, took the glass, and downed it in one gulp. Chen clapped his hands in praise of my drinking capacity and gestured for me to walk towards a corner where a group of men were gathered. Along the way, I greeted several former classmates and noticed some young women dressed in extremely revealing evening gowns. But when they saw me, they had to lower their heads; at least the way my breasts swayed, combined with the see-through lace mesh bras, made them back down. I wasn't quite ready to join the men's inner circle so early, so I figured I'd let them get a little excited. Halfway there, I suddenly saw my best friend from university, Xiaoling, had arrived, so I went over to her and we chatted enthusiastically about our university memories. Later, I learned that although the party was supposed to be a university reunion, it was actually a small-scale MLM recruitment event. So, besides university classmates, there were also some unfamiliar faces and MLM company executives. After chatting with several people and drinking quite a bit of red wine, I heard a lot of compliments and praise about my figure and outfit. Not only was I physically tipsy, but I also felt a lot of comfort and soothing.

I glanced at my watch and it was almost 10 PM. I was about to head home when Xiao Chen suddenly pulled a tall, handsome man in front of me. He looked a bit like the Japanese baseball pitcher Yu Darvish, with his handsome mixed-race features and a 180cm frame without a beer belly. He appeared to be about my age. Xiao Chen introduced him as Benson, the Asia-Pacific Regional Director of the direct selling company. He explained that I had been judged the most beautiful lady at the party by him, and he wanted to thank me. He suggested we chat in the VIP room. I was a little tipsy and unsteady on my feet, so I stumbled. The Director quickly helped me up. Thinking it would be good to rest, I accepted his invitation and thanked him. The Director said he preferred to be called Benson and not Director, so I immediately corrected myself, saying, "Thank you, Benson."

The VIP room was another room, playing romantic soft music instead of loud electronic music. Xiao Chen said he went to greet the others and didn't come in.

I glanced around, really wanting to immediately collapse onto that romantic bed and rest, but this was their VIP reception room, not a place for me to lie down carelessly. I sat down on the sofa, and my heart skipped a beat—it was such a soft sofa! I sank into it without warning, my legs unable to maintain a feminine posture, suddenly spread wide in an M-shape. I quickly squeezed my knees together to avoid looking too awkward, but the sheer fabric of my skirt had already revealed quite a bit of my legs. Benson poured more wine, and I waved my hand to indicate I couldn't drink anymore. He said, "This is light wine, which can neutralize the astringency of red wine. It's also a limited edition from one of Europe's most famous wineries, only 5 are produced a year." "This bottle of fine wine is perfect for my most beautiful evening tonight, Queeen~" Wow, that's really something! How could I not drink this wine to do justice to my outfit? I immediately thought of getting up to take the glass, but the sofa was too soft and I was a little tipsy, making it difficult to sit up. Benson sat down next to me, handed me the glass, and gently toasted me. After some pleasantries, I lost track of time. Benson's posture was getting closer and closer to me; I could almost feel his breath. My heart was filled with affection, as if I were in love. But reason told me that I was already a wife. I wondered if this was what infidelity felt like. While I was still thinking, Benson got up and changed the music, then invited me to dance. I didn't refuse and reached out my hand. He pulled me up, and we started with a proper waltz, but perhaps because I was drunk, I misstepped and unconsciously leaned towards him. Benson protected me and pulled me closer to him. I was a little resistant at first, wondering if this was too provocative, but Benson's strong arms pulled me towards him with one hand and wrapped his other arm around my waist. My breasts were there, lightly touching his body, rubbing against him, making me feel a tingling sensation from my nipples to my heart. Eventually, I was completely pressed against him, swaying to the music. It was my first dance at 20, but it was an act of infidelity. Leaning against a man's chest like this, Benson was only the second man I'd ever done this to. Unconsciously, I started to sob. Benson hugged me and said, "It's okay, cry if you want to. Life is short, why suffer like this?" "Why limit yourself or keep your sadness inside?" Hearing this, I finally burst into tears and began to tell a stranger about my husband's affair. After talking for a while, I finally stopped. Benson didn't say anything, but just hugged me even tighter. Soon, my emotions calmed down, and he let go of me, bending down to look into my eyes. I lowered my head shyly, and he actually kissed my cheek, right on my tear stains. I was stunned for a moment, but he kissed me a few times seriously, then put his lips to mine, and pulled me to his chest. Before I could refuse, I felt an electric current on my lips, making my whole body go limp. My hands were on his chest, feeling his big, firm pectoral muscles. His lips sucked and closed, and his mouth gave me a fragrance that I didn't recognize, making me want to inhale it a few more times. I thought it was just a kiss, so I lowered my guard and closed my eyes, deciding to make amends to myself. Who told my dead husband to mess around with a woman at work?

Benson seemed to sense that I was beginning to enjoy everything, and his kisses became wetter and deeper. He not only sucked on my lips with his own, but also began to use his tongue to explore my lips and teeth. I gradually felt a surge of passion, and my mouth opened slightly as Benson's tongue slid in. When it touched the tip of my tongue, I felt an even stronger surge of emotion. I hugged Benson tightly, responding to the intense movements of his tongue in my mouth. Then I sucked on Benson's tongue as well. Benson pulled his tongue back, and I let go, chasing his passionate kiss with my tongue. Our tongues intertwined between our mouths, and Benson let out a series of pleasurable "Ohhhhh!" sounds. I responded with moans of "Mmmm!" Benson's penis gradually hardened. I wanted to push him away, but the passionate lust made me use my lower body to sway my penis and massage my private parts. Benson had one hand around my waist and the other began to weave through my hair, seemingly controlling my tongue and lips, tightly entwining them. Several times his tongue returned to his mouth, and I nervously stuck my tongue into his mouth, sucking on his fragrant saliva, not wanting to leave at all. I don't know how long we kissed, but then Benson started kissing my earlobes, neck, and shoulders, and his hands moved down my back, circling and caressing my exposed back. His hands seemed to have static electricity; every time his fingers touched my skin, a passionate current flowed from my back to my heart. I involuntarily pressed myself against his thick chest, rubbing against him to satisfy the tingling sensation in my breasts. I released my passion with long moans of "Mmm~ Mmm~~" as Benson's kisses traveled from my shoulders and neck back to my lips. He launched into a second round of wet kisses, and I quickly abandoned any attempt to preserve the purity of my lips. I opened my mouth and guided his tongue with mine, our saliva mingling. Sometimes I sucked on his tongue tightly, sometimes his tongue explored me, and a low growl escaped his lips, further intoxicating me with the passion of the moment. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind, letting my breasts rest against his body. I lingered, sharing some passion, and as I stood on tiptoe, my lower body automatically rose, just enough to press my genitals against his erect penis. Several weak slumps caused his penis to slide in slightly before slipping away again. I hooked my hand up, lifting him up again to press against his penis. It felt like a strong surge of fluid rushed from my genitals to my brain, instantly exploding my hormones, causing me to let out a long, natural "Mmm..." This moan was transmitted through Benson's tightly pressed lips, and he would follow that long... He moaned and sucked my tongue. I felt Benson's hand slip under my skirt, kneading my kidneys. Because I was wearing a thong, he had no resistance as he stroked my kidneys back and forth, causing my lower body to shift from sliding up and down against his penis to rocking from side to side. Because my hands were hooked around his shoulders, my whole body was easily lifted up by his two large hands, my toes off the ground. Of course, his penis was also lifting me up, but thankfully the skirt and thong provided some resistance, otherwise... As soon as he let go, my body was invaded by the incredibly handsome man before me. However, because there was no immediate danger of penetration, I didn't give up the passion at this moment. Suddenly, I felt like teasing him, and I sucked on him more actively, implying that he could satisfy me as much as possible. Benson then kneaded my buttocks more vigorously, making my lower body move in a small circular motion, as if his penis had already penetrated me. I responded with satisfied moans, "Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Mmm... Ah..."

Every time Benson heard an "Ah~", his penis hardened, seemingly wanting to go further. Although he didn't go further, he did manage to insert a small part of his penis into my private parts, only separated by my skirt. My D-cup breasts, due to the circular motion of my body, actively rubbed against his chest. Our kiss had turned into mutual artificial respiration, becoming increasingly rapid. My mouth was filled with either "Mmm~ Ah~" or his deep "Hoo~ Hoo~". I was immersed in lewd moans, forgetting that this was the behavior of a slut. Suddenly, I felt a different sensation in my private parts. It wasn't a thick feeling that was inserted, but a thin penis moving back and forth between my labia. I was a little startled and came back to my senses. I pulled Benson... I pushed him away, trying to jump off, but his arms were too strong, and I couldn't break free. I looked down at my lower body; his pants were still on, and the fingers that were fiddling with my labia were probably his. I felt a little relieved. He realized my resistance and stopped. I felt a sense of loss, but reason also awakened my shame. I looked at my evening gown, which was now disheveled, and my right breast was sticking out. I quickly pulled up the gown to cover it. Since I was being held up by Benson, his gaze made me even more confused. It was truly a masterpiece of God; not only was he handsome, but even his eyes could make someone instantly bewildered. I lowered my head, not knowing what to do.

His deep, magnetic voice reached my ears as he said, "It's a miracle! Let us spend this moment together." He kissed me again as he spoke. I wanted to escape to show my chastity as a wife, but I didn't refuse. Benson kissed me while pulling my hands apart, our fingers intertwined. It seemed as if a current of passion was flowing through our palms. I couldn't push Benson away. Benson's kisses returned the kiss, becoming even more intense and sticky. He lifted me slightly, then lowered my hips, his penis pressing against the lace of my thong without any obstruction. A little bit of his penis entered my labia. I tried to lift myself up to get away from that little bit of resistance, so I wrapped my legs around Benson's waist. Benson lost his balance, and we both fell onto the bed. Of course, I was on top of him. Benson sat up slightly to let me catch my breath, and then he kissed me again. I was struggling to breathe and pounded on him. He let me pound on him, and then his hand slipped under my skirt and snapped one of the straps of my thong. He seemed a little surprised. I reflexively tried to pull it back up. Using the opening in the fabric of my thong, Benson easily pulled my loose evening gown down to my waist. His tongue immediately began licking my D-cup breasts. I felt like I'd been electrocuted; my upper body arched, thrusting my chest forward. Encouraged, Benson began sucking on my D-cup wildly, while his other hand caressed my other breast. The sensations became so intense that I couldn't help but moan. I held Benson's head with both hands, seemingly guiding him to release the seal on my D-cup breasts for the night. My D-cup breasts were very... Benson's saliva was almost soaking my skin as he slid his lips around, sucking and teasing me. Suddenly, he sucked on my nipple with his lips, making me scream wildly. Benson had somehow pulled down his pants and lifted my skirt with one hand. I could feel a thick, hard penis rubbing between my legs. "No! No! Don't do that, Benson!" But he didn't stop. Instead, he hugged me tightly, sucking and caressing my nipple with his lips. A strange current surged through my veins. "No~ No! Don't do it!" I cried weakly, struggling, not wanting my husband's cuckoldry to be too big or too green, but everything was gradually getting out of control.

Benson had lost his mind, his strength overwhelming. With his other hand, he caressed my breasts, licking my sensitive nipples. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my body arching and relaxing as if in the spasms of orgasm. Benson's electrifying hand stroked my genitals, his breathing quickening. His thick fingers had already penetrated my vagina, teasing and caressing, his hot lips sucking on my nipples. The pleasure drove me to a frenzy of ecstasy. I adjusted my position with his thrusts, seemingly responding to his movements, arching my hips and twisting my waist. His fingers inside me were like an orchestra conductor; each caress elicited a long moan, each withdrawal a groan of pain, followed by another long moan. His fingers moved faster and faster. With the sound of water accompanying my moans, I gradually entered a trance, intoxicated by the waves of excitement. Then my lower body arched and my genitals began to contract. Benson's fingers massaged the upper part of my vagina, making me cry out, "Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh! No! No! Ohhhhhh!" I felt my vagina contracting, trapping something, and then that thing withdrew. My vagina seemed to discharge some vaginal fluid, and I lost consciousness. Had I orgasmed? But I didn't care; it felt so good, at least I wasn't being penetrated by another man's penis. After what seemed like an eternity, I came to my senses. My lower body felt a little cool. Benson had moved his head to my genitals, his tongue sliding up and down my labia. Every inch of my labia was caressed by his tongue. I didn't have time to resist because the waves of excitement surged from my genitals again, completely overwhelming my reason. Benson had already removed my evening gown, pulled aside my thong, leaving one end still hanging on my lower body. I lay almost naked on the bed, and he looked at me, saying, "You're so beautiful! I've never seen such a beautiful figure and such delicate skin." Benson then bent down and caressed my entire body with his tongue. I didn't know whether to refuse or accept it, and I didn't know where to put my hands. I could only hold Benson's head, letting every inch of my skin feel the passionate caress. Soon, Benson brought his face close to my genitals. I panicked a little; I was reluctant to continue with Benson. Thinking this, I closed my legs again. But he forcefully pulled my legs apart. I couldn't resist his strong and powerful hands. Did I really want this man to penetrate me?

Finally, I stopped resisting and let him caress and lick the soft area under my pubic hair. Since he hadn't penetrated me yet, I figured he would stop eventually, so I let him lick and lick me incessantly, even inserting his tongue into my vaginal opening to forcefully suck up the vaginal fluid. The pleasure made me convulse and tremble; I was so excited I was going crazy. I couldn't help but grab his head with both hands, shaking my hips violently to increase the pleasure, constantly letting out lewd moans of excitement: "Ah ... After Benson thrust in for a while, he slowly withdrew. My body arched, involuntarily not wanting his penis to leave. He quickly thrust it back in, each time pulling out and immediately thrusting back in, penetrating deeper into my body. My vagina, stretched by his penis, contracted tightly, wanting to swallow every inch of Benson's penis. Pleasure quickly spread throughout my body. When Benson withdrew his penis, the glans scraped against the vaginal walls, making me frantically want to chase after his withdrawn penis. My vagina felt like it was being thrust in and out by Benson's penis, the more it surged, the more frantic it became. His penis stirred, thrust, and churned countless times, exciting me to the point where I only wanted to be fucked to death, harder, harder, faster! "Put it in, send me there~~," I cried out in response to my inner desires, "Ah~~ Ah~~ Ah~~~ Insert~~~ Oh~~~ Faster~~ Ah~~." Benson sensed my pleasure and increased the speed of his thrusts. I felt a rush of pleasure, like I was going to heaven. My body moved as well, to make the thrusting even more exciting and intense. My vaginal fluids were being drawn out continuously, and our bodies made "slap! slap! slap" sounds and "sizzle~ sizzle~ sizzle" sounds as we were being penetrated. I don't know how much fluids flowed out. Suddenly, I lost consciousness amidst the violent shaking of my body. My whole body went numb, and my hands went limp. I just arched my back. Was I going to heaven? I don't know~~ I just saw a white current spreading before my eyes. Benson's penis was thrusting against me with all his might—it seemed to have reached my cervix. He stopped, not going any deeper, and then held me, who was now powerless. I could only close my eyes and enjoy the passion and excitement of the moment, as well as the contractions and contractions of my vagina.

Benson asked in a magnetic voice, "Was it good?" What should I say? Saying "good" seemed too lewd, and as a wife, that would have already taught my husband a lesson. But I also experienced what it felt like to have an affair; no wonder men are so hard to resist. This handsome man in front of me was indeed momentarily intoxicating. Benson asked again, "Was it good?", interrupting my brief thoughts. I blurted out, "It felt like heaven, indescribable..." Benson gently kissed me and said, "But I haven't reached my climax yet." Only then did I realize the feeling of his penis still inside me. I pushed Benson away, and he suddenly... He quickly pulled out of my vagina, making a small "pop" sound. A tingling sensation spread through my vagina, and then fluid spurted out. Benson exclaimed, "Wow! You squirted! So much juice!" Embarrassed, I covered my genitals and said, "No, I've never squirted before. You plugged me up and then pulled out so I squirted. I've never done this before..." As I spoke, I sat up, head bowed in embarrassment. A woman who's had sex with her husband hundreds of times has never produced so much fluid. How could I squirt today? The passion just now was truly unprecedented. Would this be unfair to my husband? But then I thought about how many times he's been away on business, and how many women he's probably been with. Thinking about this made me feel much better. Let's do it! I've had enough fun tonight!

Benson, his penis erect, sat behind me again, hugging me and saying, "It's okay, your husband is very enthusiastic with other women too. Marriages just get routine after a while; you lose interest after a while." As he spoke, he began to caress my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples. Benson added, "Honestly, a body as sensitive and smooth as yours is truly a beauty. Which man in this entire venue wouldn't be tempted?" As he spoke, Benson even placed one hand... He inserted it into my body again. I tried to pull it away, but he kissed me so hard I almost suffocated. After being kissed for a while, I finally managed to push Benson's head away and regain my senses. I said, "No, that's enough. My husband has already been taught a lesson." Benson said, "But my sperm is still trying to come out. You have to be kind and help me out." I looked down and saw that his penis was indeed quite impressive. I thought that since he had helped me get revenge, it wasn't unreasonable for me to help him get rid of it. I sighed and had no choice but to endure the hardship a little longer.

I felt everything was out of control, but I had to end it quickly, otherwise my husband would find out and things would be even more unmanageable. So I decided to solve everything with my mouth. I turned around, lowered my head, and used one hand to hold Benson's penis, licking it with my tongue. Benson leaned back, enjoying it. After a few licks, I started swallowing his penis. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Benson admiring my lewdness. Benson's penis was indeed thicker and longer than my husband's. I had to open my mouth wide to swallow it, and then it almost reached my throat. I couldn't swallow the whole penis. With his penis in my mouth, I used my tongue to feel the thick shaft and glans. As I played with it, a new tingling sensation spread from my mouth to my heart. Benson also used... A low growl responded to my efforts. I used one hand to masturbate his penis while the other caressed my breasts, which were beginning to throb. Seeing this, Benson turned me around, letting me straddle his body so his head was right under my vulva. I took Benson's penis back into my mouth. Benson first used both hands to caress my breasts, and as he rubbed them, the lewd feelings in my mind began to surge again. Suddenly, Benson began to lick my vagina. He sucked on my labia, as if kissing my lips, and then licked my clitoris from my vaginal opening with his tongue. Involuntarily, I contracted my vagina; the feeling was like I was about to urinate but had to hold it in. I passionately released his penis, leaving only my hand to masturbate it. I involuntarily moaned, "Hiss... Oh... Hiss... You... Bad tricks... So many... Ah..." Benson inserted his tongue into my vagina and stirred it around. "Ah... Inserting again... Inserting again... Too... Bad... Don't... Insert... Ah... Ah..." I never expected that such a small tongue could bring such pleasure. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Bad... Ah... Don't use... Anal... Ah... Ah..." Benson even inserted his fingers into my anus. I felt it was inappropriate and wanted to refuse, but after his fingers were inserted into my anus, it seemed as if a new current flowed from my anus straight through my vagina and then throughout my body. That feeling could only be expressed through moaning. But I didn't forget to quickly stroke Benson's penis up and down with my hand. I thought to myself, I am such a lewd woman, Ben... Son kept sucking and drilling, his fingers constantly thrusting in and out of my anus. This multitude of pleasures made me moan, "Ah

...

"What a slutty woman, so much juice," he said. I looked down in embarrassment, and sure enough, the juices were flowing from his hand, wetting the sheets. I wanted to say it was all his fault, but Benson suddenly helped me sit up. He sat up too, making me turn my back to him, then cupped my buttocks in his hands, aimed at his erect penis, and pulled it down. My vagina swallowed it all without any resistance. "Ah~ so~ long~ oh~," I moaned involuntarily. It really was so long. My already open and juice-filled vagina had no obstruction, but it only paused briefly at my cervix before being inserted into it. That tingling, numbing, and stimulating feeling was something I had never experienced before. Benson's move was so captivating; all I could manage to respond with was an "Ohhh!" Benson slowly lifted my hips again. Because his penis was inside my cervix, it felt tingly and numb, yet I didn't want it to leave. My vagina naturally contracted, and Benson let out a roar. I think he was enjoying the tightness. I had been the one moaning earlier, and now he felt it too. Benson tightened his grip, and I raised my hips higher. There was another "pop" sound—oh, that was the sound of his penis leaving my cervix. My vagina tightened, and I raised my hips higher. Benson also let out an "Ohhh!" I watched his penis slowly withdraw. Wow, that felt so good! Benson pulled me down again, and my buttocks sank completely. This time, Benson lifted his lower body, and both of my buttocks pushed harder and faster. I was shocked, "Ah~ It's in again~~ Ah~~ Ah~~" and a tingling, numb feeling spread through my uterus again, "Ah~~" was my moan. "Oh~~" was Benson's moan. Benson lifted my buttocks again, and a "pop" sound came again, and I was shocked again. I raised my buttocks about 10 centimeters, and he pulled me down with his hand, "Ah~~" "Oh~~" We both moaned at the same time, and he inserted his penis into my cervix again, "Oh~~", lifted me up again, "pop", and pulled me down again. After several times, "Ah~" "Oh~" The sounds of kissing and smacking grew faster and faster, and I no longer needed Benson's hand to guide me. My hips were automatically sinking and rising, and Benson was thrusting his penis upwards. This pleasure made me feel like I was flying. Benson paused for a moment, signaling me to turn around. We faced each other, and he kissed me with his lips, his penis inserted into my cervix. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he began to lift and lower my hips again, my D-cup breasts swaying up and down against his face. It felt so good; every part of my body was tingling. I could only respond,

"Ah~ fucking~~~~ Ah~~ Ah~~ I'm fucking~~ It's breaking~~~~" Benson growled,

"That's good~ Oh~~ I'm going to fuck faster~ you slut." Hearing me called a slut, I didn't resist. I felt that being lewd was fine, so I replied:

“Mmm~ Hurry up~~ Insert it~~, it's really~~ so~~ hard~~, I'm almost~~ dying~~ Ah~~ Ah~~~,” “Where do you want me to insert it~ tell me quickly, or I won’t insert it,” Benson said. “Insert it~~ there, hurry~~ ah~~ ah~~” I responded. “Say ‘cunt’~ I want to insert it into my cunt,” Benson said. I only wanted pleasure, so I responded: “Oh~ cunt~ yes~~ insert it quickly~~ oh~~ oh~~ I want it~ oh~ cunt~ hurry~~ insert it~~ cunt~” Every time I said cunt, Benson… Just one time, he thrust his penis rapidly into my cervix, and it felt like it was piercing through my body, so I unconsciously responded with moans, "Ah~ Ah~ Cunt~ Hole~~~ Faster~~ Insert into cunt~~ Faster~ Insert into cunt~ Ah, die~ Ah~ Cunt~ Ah~", each moan bringing a more intense, tingling pleasure to my entire body. "Slut~ You're so cheap~ What am I going to use to penetrate you?" Benson said again. "No~ I~~ Ah~~ Almost there~~" I said, and Benson deliberately slowed down, making me feel like I was about to reach heaven, but then he said:

“You slut, say big cock~ it’s big cock that will send you to heaven,” I responded without any rationality: “Ah~ cunt~ big cock~ fuck~ ah~ cunt~ big cock fast~ fuck~ big cock~ ah,”

Benson grabbed my D-cup breasts with one hand and held my buttocks with the other, moving up and down. I was becoming more and more unconscious, moaning incessantly, coordinating with the cries of big cock and cunt, starting Benson’s full-force thrusts. Benson was also shouting more and more frantically:

“Slut~ I want~ fuck~ ah~ so good~ fuck~ fat ass~ fuck~ fat ass~” Benson’s up and down movements were so fast that I could only moan again,

“Ah~ fast~ ah~ fuck~ fast~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~”

My voice rose to the point of being silent, and I held Benson tightly, and I came again! Benson suddenly lifted me away from his huge penis—my vagina gushed out more fluid, this time quite a lot, like I was urinating. Benson didn't dodge, the fluid sprayed everywhere. I held onto Benson, panting, powerless and shameless. Suddenly, he spread my buttocks apart with both hands and sank down again. I

screamed, "Ahhh!" He was actually inserting his penis into my anus! It hurt so much, but it didn't offer much resistance. This wasn't the first time my anus had been penetrated; it wasn't the second time. Benson had already inserted his fingers once, but he ignored my pain. I screamed, but he only paused briefly before lifting my buttocks again, just like before, and letting go and sinking me down. All I could do was cry out, "It hurts~ It hurts~" Benson seemed to accelerate irrationally, increasing the speed of the lifting and sinking. My anus even began to contract in response, and waves of electricity surged from my anus to my brain. "Ah~ This is damned~ How can my anus feel so good?" I could only whisper these words in Benson's ear as I was helplessly lifted up and lowered. Benson responded, "Oh~ Oh~ Slut~ Fat ass~ Ah~, slut~ Fat ass~ Ah~~."

I was too weak to respond. Benson increased the speed of his thrusts, and waves of pleasure came from my anus. My vaginal fluids were being slapped against our buttocks and thighs. I was enjoying an unprecedented pleasure. Benson was so excited that he let out a low growl. I was completely attached to Benson, letting him lift and lower me as he pleased.

After nearly a hundred thrusts, Benson seemed exhausted and lay down. I lay on top of him, and he switched to thrusting his lower body forward. His hands supported my D-cup breasts, and I half-lay on his chest, which stimulated my breasts even more. He kept rubbing them, making me even more intoxicated. My hips were thrust up and down, a sensation that was both pleasurable and sore. His thrusts became faster and faster, and my sensations returned. Pleasure coursed through my body, from my anus to my breasts. Benson's roars grew louder and faster, and I could no longer moan. I could only cry out,

"Faster~ It's splitting~ Faster~ Thrust~!"

Benson seemed to be thrusting and pounding with maximum force. I couldn't take it anymore and cried out again, "Ahhh, thrust! Ahhh, thrust! Ahhh, ahhh!" My juices gushed out again. Benson also sped up his thrusting and pumping. For the first time, I felt my anus being penetrated to the point where my juices gushed out of my vagina. And then, during my orgasm, he kept thrusting. The contraction of my vagina was pleasurable, and my anus was both expanding and contracting. Benson seemed to be nearing his climax. He thrust one last time and ejaculated all his semen into my large intestine. I had never felt semen being ejaculated into my large intestine before. I used to buy enemas to relieve constipation, but they felt oily. This time, the semen was hot and went deep inside. Involuntarily, my entire buttocks contracted, squeezing Benson's big penis tightly. Benson lay there weakly, his hands playing with the juices on the bed, seemingly enjoying the juices of this slut. I lay weakly on top of him.

After a while, Benson finally said, "Sorry, I called you a slut." What could I say? How could

I not be slutty after being fucked like this? I could only smile and not answer him. Benson said, "Your fat ass is so nice. You're a natural beauty. Your cervix is sucking so hard, like a mouth. Can I let it suck again?" I was a little shocked and came back to my senses. What was going on? Had I really become someone's slut? I wanted to push him away, but Benson said again,

"Look, your fat ass is still holding my cock. So slutty. Don't say no." I then realized that his big cock was still being held between my legs, so I tried to climb on top of him. Benson actually hugged me and said, "Be careful. If you pull out my cock, semen and poop will spray out together." I asked nervously what to do. Benson said,

"I'll keep it inside you and carry you to the toilet, then I'll pull it out and wash it clean." I could only agree to Benson's suggestion and let him carry me to the toilet. But as soon as I picked him up, Benson's penis started to shrink, and I could really feel it churning inside my anus, like I was about to cum. I told Benson to hurry up, and he finally carried me into the bathroom. As soon as he pulled his penis out, I grabbed Benson's hand, trying to cry out, and then, semen and feces all gushed out. I leaned weakly against Benson again, and he hugged me, saying,

"It's okay, it's always like this the first time. We've both been to heaven. Remember that wonderful feeling, everything was beautiful. Whether it was vaginal fluid, semen, or feces, we've had our fun! Go take a shower, I'll take you home."

After saying that, I was so ashamed that I didn't look up. I went to wash with Benson, and as the water splashed on me, I suddenly remembered everything that had happened. How could this have happened? I just wanted to get a little revenge, and it turned out like this. I wanted to cry... I didn't even know if the water or tears were streaming down my face!

Ever since I discovered that my husband went on a business trip last month alone with the most beautiful woman in his office, I've been feeling very down. He lied to me before the trip, saying he was going alone, but someone told me he went with his beautiful secretary. And what was supposed to be a one-day trip suddenly turned into a two-day one. So where did they stay that night, and what did they do? Several times, after passionate sex with my husband, I'd subtly question him when his guard was down, but he always dodged the question. Then, when I took my husband's suit to the dry cleaners, the owner pulled a photo from his pocket—a photo of him and his beautiful secretary taken on the rooftop of Taipei 101. The date was the day after his business trip, and their casual attire didn't seem like formal wear for a meeting with a big boss. The secretary was wearing a revealing deep-V t-shirt that showed half her breasts and low-rise hot pants that exposed her buttocks. They were holding hands, looking like a couple deeply in love. Seeing the photos, I was so angry that I ran home crying. Tears streamed down my face, and as I cried, images of the adulterous couple's wanton behavior in the hotel flashed through my mind. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I resolved to take revenge and make my husband understand how I felt.

So I wiped away my tears, took a shower, and changed into the thong my husband had bought for me and the sheer evening gown he had forbidden me from wearing. That lace thong only had a small piece of fabric covering my private parts; the rest was just lace that could be easily torn. This evening gown, a gift from my sister in Las Vegas, had an almost completely exposed back. The bodice was black tulle clinging to my bra, with only dense lace covering my nipples, revealing my D-cup breasts. The skirt consisted of several layers of thin tulle, so any large steps would expose my thighs. I only wore it to my husband's promotion party, but that night I became the center of attention, especially attracting the attention of many young men who stood up to admire my genitals. Later, my husband thought it was too flashy and forbade me to wear it again. Today is my university reunion. I originally planned to wear something casual, but I decided to wear it as a show of force to my husband. Before leaving, I placed the empty box containing the evening gown, along with photos of the adulterous couple and the reunion invitation on the living room table, as a hint to my husband that I had discovered everything and that he should be prepared—his wife was going to display her beautiful body, which she had maintained solely for him.

Upon arriving at the reunion venue, I found myself in a well-known motel known for hosting all sorts of parties. It boasted a swimming pool, a large-screen TV, several chaise lounges, and, unsurprisingly, the usual motel amenities: beds and massage chairs. As soon as I entered, unsurprisingly, everyone's eyes immediately turned to me. I deliberately strode forward to show off my legs. The organizer, Chen, the senior class representative, immediately approached me with a lecherous grin, exclaiming, "Wow, only 15 years! You've transformed from a little swan into a lady!" I smiled, took the glass, and downed it in one gulp. Chen clapped his hands in praise of my drinking capacity and gestured for me to walk towards a corner where a group of men were gathered. Along the way, I greeted several former classmates and noticed some young women dressed in extremely revealing evening gowns. But when they saw me, they had to lower their heads; at least the way my breasts swayed, combined with the see-through lace mesh bras, made them back down. I wasn't quite ready to join the men's inner circle so early, so I figured I'd let them get a little excited. Halfway there, I suddenly saw my best friend from university, Xiaoling, had arrived, so I went over to her and we chatted enthusiastically about our university memories. Later, I learned that although the party was supposed to be a university reunion, it was actually a small-scale MLM recruitment event. So, besides university classmates, there were also some unfamiliar faces and MLM company executives. After chatting with several people and drinking quite a bit of red wine, I heard a lot of compliments and praise about my figure and outfit. Not only was I physically tipsy, but I also felt a lot of comfort and soothing.

I glanced at my watch and it was almost 10 PM. I was about to head home when Xiao Chen suddenly pulled a tall, handsome man in front of me. He looked a bit like the Japanese baseball pitcher Yu Darvish, with his handsome mixed-race features and a 180cm frame without a beer belly. He appeared to be about my age. Xiao Chen introduced him as Benson, the Asia-Pacific Regional Director of the direct selling company. He explained that I had been judged the most beautiful lady at the party by him, and he wanted to thank me. He suggested we chat in the VIP room. I was a little tipsy and unsteady on my feet, so I stumbled. The Director quickly helped me up. Thinking it would be good to rest, I accepted his invitation and thanked him. The Director said he preferred to be called Benson and not Director, so I immediately corrected myself, saying, "Thank you, Benson."

The VIP room was another room, playing romantic soft music instead of loud electronic music. Xiao Chen said he went to greet the others and didn't come in.

I glanced around, really wanting to immediately collapse onto that romantic bed and rest, but this was their VIP reception room, not a place for me to lie down carelessly. I sat down on the sofa, and my heart skipped a beat—it was such a soft sofa! I sank into it without warning, my legs unable to maintain a feminine posture, suddenly spread wide in an M-shape. I quickly squeezed my knees together to avoid looking too awkward, but the sheer fabric of my skirt had already revealed quite a bit of my legs. Benson poured more wine, and I waved my hand to indicate I couldn't drink anymore. He said, "This is light wine, which can neutralize the astringency of red wine. It's also a limited edition from one of Europe's most famous wineries, only 5 are produced a year." "This bottle of fine wine is perfect for my most beautiful evening tonight, Queeen~" Wow, that's really something! How could I not drink this wine to do justice to my outfit? I immediately thought of getting up to take the glass, but the sofa was too soft and I was a little tipsy, making it difficult to sit up. Benson sat down next to me, handed me the glass, and gently toasted me. After some pleasantries, I lost track of time. Benson's posture was getting closer and closer to me; I could almost feel his breath. My heart was filled with affection, as if I were in love. But reason told me that I was already a wife. I wondered if this was what infidelity felt like. While I was still thinking, Benson got up and changed the music, then invited me to dance. I didn't refuse and reached out my hand. He pulled me up, and we started with a proper waltz, but perhaps because I was drunk, I misstepped and unconsciously leaned towards him. Benson protected me and pulled me closer to him. I was a little resistant at first, wondering if this was too provocative, but Benson's strong arms pulled me towards him with one hand and wrapped his other arm around my waist. My breasts were there, lightly touching his body, rubbing against him, making me feel a tingling sensation from my nipples to my heart. Eventually, I was completely pressed against him, swaying to the music. It was my first dance at 20, but it was an act of infidelity. Leaning against a man's chest like this, Benson was only the second man I'd ever done this to. Unconsciously, I started to sob. Benson hugged me and said, "It's okay, cry if you want to. Life is short, why suffer like this?" "Why limit yourself or keep your sadness inside?" Hearing this, I finally burst into tears and began to tell a stranger about my husband's affair. After talking for a while, I finally stopped. Benson didn't say anything, but just hugged me even tighter. Soon, my emotions calmed down, and he let go of me, bending down to look into my eyes. I lowered my head shyly, and he actually kissed my cheek, right on my tear stains. I was stunned for a moment, but he kissed me a few times seriously, then put his lips to mine, and pulled me to his chest. Before I could refuse, I felt an electric current on my lips, making my whole body go limp. My hands were on his chest, feeling his big, firm pectoral muscles. His lips sucked and closed, and his mouth gave me a fragrance that I didn't recognize, making me want to inhale it a few more times. I thought it was just a kiss, so I lowered my guard and closed my eyes, deciding to make amends to myself. Who told my dead husband to mess around with a woman at work?

Benson seemed to sense that I was beginning to enjoy everything, and his kisses became wetter and deeper. He not only sucked on my lips with his own, but also began to use his tongue to explore my lips and teeth. I gradually felt a surge of passion, and my mouth opened slightly as Benson's tongue slid in. When it touched the tip of my tongue, I felt an even stronger surge of emotion. I hugged Benson tightly, responding to the intense movements of his tongue in my mouth. Then I sucked on Benson's tongue as well. Benson pulled his tongue back, and I let go, chasing his passionate kiss with my tongue. Our tongues intertwined between our mouths, and Benson let out a series of pleasurable "Ohhhhh!" sounds. I responded with moans of "Mmmm!" Benson's penis gradually hardened. I wanted to push him away, but the passionate lust made me use my lower body to sway my penis and massage my private parts. Benson had one hand around my waist and the other began to weave through my hair, seemingly controlling my tongue and lips, tightly entwining them. Several times his tongue returned to his mouth, and I nervously stuck my tongue into his mouth, sucking on his fragrant saliva, not wanting to leave at all. I don't know how long we kissed, but then Benson started kissing my earlobes, neck, and shoulders, and his hands moved down my back, circling and caressing my exposed back. His hands seemed to have static electricity; every time his fingers touched my skin, a passionate current flowed from my back to my heart. I involuntarily pressed myself against his thick chest, rubbing against him to satisfy the tingling sensation in my breasts. I released my passion with long moans of "Mmm~ Mmm~~" as Benson's kisses traveled from my shoulders and neck back to my lips. He launched into a second round of wet kisses, and I quickly abandoned any attempt to preserve the purity of my lips. I opened my mouth and guided his tongue with mine, our saliva mingling. Sometimes I sucked on his tongue tightly, sometimes his tongue explored me, and a low growl escaped his lips, further intoxicating me with the passion of the moment. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind, letting my breasts rest against his body. I lingered, sharing some passion, and as I stood on tiptoe, my lower body automatically rose, just enough to press my genitals against his erect penis. Several weak slumps caused his penis to slide in slightly before slipping away again. I hooked my hand up, lifting him up again to press against his penis. It felt like a strong surge of fluid rushed from my genitals to my brain, instantly exploding my hormones, causing me to let out a long, natural "Mmm..." This moan was transmitted through Benson's tightly pressed lips, and he would follow that long... He moaned and sucked my tongue. I felt Benson's hand slip under my skirt, kneading my kidneys. Because I was wearing a thong, he had no resistance as he stroked my kidneys back and forth, causing my lower body to shift from sliding up and down against his penis to rocking from side to side. Because my hands were hooked around his shoulders, my whole body was easily lifted up by his two large hands, my toes off the ground. Of course, his penis was also lifting me up, but thankfully the skirt and thong provided some resistance, otherwise... As soon as he let go, my body was invaded by the incredibly handsome man before me. However, because there was no immediate danger of penetration, I didn't give up the passion at this moment. Suddenly, I felt like teasing him, and I sucked on him more actively, implying that he could satisfy me as much as possible. Benson then kneaded my buttocks more vigorously, making my lower body move in a small circular motion, as if his penis had already penetrated me. I responded with satisfied moans, "Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Mmm... Ah..."

Every time Benson heard an "Ah~", his penis hardened, seemingly wanting to go further. Although he didn't go further, he did manage to insert a small part of his penis into my private parts, only separated by my skirt. My D-cup breasts, due to the circular motion of my body, actively rubbed against his chest. Our kiss had turned into mutual artificial respiration, becoming increasingly rapid. My mouth was filled with either "Mmm~ Ah~" or his deep "Hoo~ Hoo~". I was immersed in lewd moans, forgetting that this was the behavior of a slut. Suddenly, I felt a different sensation in my private parts. It wasn't a thick feeling that was inserted, but a thin penis moving back and forth between my labia. I was a little startled and came back to my senses. I pulled Benson... I pushed him away, trying to jump off, but his arms were too strong, and I couldn't break free. I looked down at my lower body; his pants were still on, and the fingers that were fiddling with my labia were probably his. I felt a little relieved. He realized my resistance and stopped. I felt a sense of loss, but reason also awakened my shame. I looked at my evening gown, which was now disheveled, and my right breast was sticking out. I quickly pulled up the gown to cover it. Since I was being held up by Benson, his gaze made me even more confused. It was truly a masterpiece of God; not only was he handsome, but even his eyes could make someone instantly bewildered. I lowered my head, not knowing what to do.

His deep, magnetic voice reached my ears as he said, "It's a miracle! Let us spend this moment together." He kissed me again as he spoke. I wanted to escape to show my chastity as a wife, but I didn't refuse. Benson kissed me while pulling my hands apart, our fingers intertwined. It seemed as if a current of passion was flowing through our palms. I couldn't push Benson away. Benson's kisses returned the kiss, becoming even more intense and sticky. He lifted me slightly, then lowered my hips, his penis pressing against the lace of my thong without any obstruction. A little bit of his penis entered my labia. I tried to lift myself up to get away from that little bit of resistance, so I wrapped my legs around Benson's waist. Benson lost his balance, and we both fell onto the bed. Of course, I was on top of him. Benson sat up slightly to let me catch my breath, and then he kissed me again. I was struggling to breathe and pounded on him. He let me pound on him, and then his hand slipped under my skirt and snapped one of the straps of my thong. He seemed a little surprised. I reflexively tried to pull it back up. Using the opening in the fabric of my thong, Benson easily pulled my loose evening gown down to my waist. His tongue immediately began licking my D-cup breasts. I felt like I'd been electrocuted; my upper body arched, thrusting my chest forward. Encouraged, Benson began sucking on my D-cup wildly, while his other hand caressed my other breast. The sensations became so intense that I couldn't help but moan. I held Benson's head with both hands, seemingly guiding him to release the seal on my D-cup breasts for the night. My D-cup breasts were very... Benson's saliva was almost soaking my skin as he slid his lips around, sucking and teasing me. Suddenly, he sucked on my nipple with his lips, making me scream wildly. Benson had somehow pulled down his pants and lifted my skirt with one hand. I could feel a thick, hard penis rubbing between my legs. "No! No! Don't do that, Benson!" But he didn't stop. Instead, he hugged me tightly, sucking and caressing my nipple with his lips. A strange current surged through my veins. "No~ No! Don't do it!" I cried weakly, struggling, not wanting my husband's cuckoldry to be too big or too green, but everything was getting out of control.

Benson had lost his mind, his strength was incredible. He caressed my breast with his other hand and licked my sensitive nipple. Waves of pleasure assaulted me, my body arching and relaxing as if I were experiencing the spasms of an orgasm. Benson's electrifying hands caressed my genitals, my breathing gradually quickening. His thick fingers had already penetrated my vagina, teasing and stroking. His hot lips sucked on my nipples, the pleasure driving me to a frenzy of ecstasy. I adjusted my position with his thrusts, seemingly matching his movements, arching my hips and twisting my waist. His fingers inside me were like an orchestra conductor; each caress made me moan loudly, each withdrawal made me cry out in pain, followed by another long moan. His fingers moved faster and faster. With the sound of water accompanying my moans, I gradually entered a trance, intoxicated by the waves of excitement. Then my lower body arched and my genitals began to contract. Benson's fingers massaged the upper part of my vagina, making me cry out, "Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh! No! No! Ohhhhhh!" I felt my vagina contracting, trapping something, and then that thing withdrew. My vagina seemed to discharge some vaginal fluid, and I lost consciousness. Had I orgasmed? But I didn't care; it felt so good, at least I wasn't being penetrated by another man's penis. After what seemed like an eternity, I came to my senses. My lower body felt a little cool. Benson had moved his head to my genitals, his tongue sliding up and down my labia. Every inch of my labia was caressed by his tongue. I didn't have time to resist because the waves of excitement surged from my genitals again, completely overwhelming my reason. Benson had already removed my evening gown, pulled aside my thong, leaving one end still hanging on my lower body. I lay almost naked on the bed, and he looked at me, saying, "You're so beautiful! I've never seen such a beautiful figure and such delicate skin." Benson then bent down and caressed my entire body with his tongue. I didn't know whether to refuse or accept it, and I didn't know where to put my hands. I could only hold Benson's head, letting every inch of my skin feel the passionate caress. Soon, Benson brought his face close to my genitals. I panicked a little; I was reluctant to continue with Benson. Thinking this, I closed my legs again. But he forcefully pulled my legs apart. I couldn't resist his strong and powerful hands. Did I really want this man to penetrate me?

Finally, I stopped resisting and let him caress and lick the soft area under my pubic hair. Since he hadn't penetrated me yet, I figured he would stop eventually, so I let him lick and lick me incessantly, even inserting his tongue into my vaginal opening to forcefully suck up the vaginal fluid. The pleasure made me convulse and tremble; I was so excited I was going crazy. I couldn't help but grab his head with both hands, shaking my hips violently to increase the pleasure, constantly letting out lewd moans of excitement: "Ah ... After Benson thrust in for a while, he slowly withdrew. My body arched, involuntarily not wanting his penis to leave. He quickly thrust it back in, each time pulling out and immediately thrusting back in, penetrating deeper into my body. My vagina, stretched by his penis, contracted tightly, wanting to swallow every inch of Benson's penis. Pleasure quickly spread throughout my body. When Benson withdrew his penis, the glans scraped against the vaginal walls, making me frantically want to chase after his withdrawn penis. My vagina felt like it was being thrust in and out by Benson's penis, the more it surged, the more frantic it became. His penis stirred, thrust, and churned countless times, exciting me to the point where I only wanted to be fucked to death, harder, harder, faster! "Put it in, send me there~~," I cried out in response to my inner desires, "Ah~~ Ah~~ Ah~~~ Insert~~~ Oh~~~ Faster~~ Ah~~." Benson sensed my pleasure and increased the speed of his thrusts. I felt a rush of pleasure, like I was going to heaven. My body moved as well, to make the thrusting even more exciting and intense. My vaginal fluids were being drawn out continuously, and our bodies made "slap! slap! slap" sounds and "sizzle~ sizzle~ sizzle" sounds as we were being penetrated. I don't know how much fluids flowed out. Suddenly, I lost consciousness amidst the violent shaking of my body. My whole body went numb, and my hands went limp. I just arched my back. Was I going to heaven? I don't know~~ I just saw a white current spreading before my eyes. Benson's penis was thrusting against me with all his might—it seemed to have reached my cervix. He stopped, not going any deeper, and then held me, who was now powerless. I could only close my eyes and enjoy the passion and excitement of the moment, as well as the contractions and contractions of my vagina.

Benson asked in a magnetic voice, "Was it good?" What should I say? Saying "good" seemed too lewd, and as a wife, that would have already taught my husband a lesson. But I also experienced what it felt like to have an affair; no wonder men are so hard to resist. This handsome man in front of me was indeed momentarily intoxicating. Benson asked again, "Was it good?", interrupting my brief thoughts. I blurted out, "It felt like heaven, indescribable..." Benson gently kissed me and said, "But I haven't reached my climax yet." Only then did I realize the feeling of his penis still inside me. I pushed Benson away, and he suddenly... He quickly pulled out of my vagina, making a small "pop" sound. A tingling sensation spread through my vagina, and then fluid spurted out. Benson exclaimed, "Wow! You squirted! So much juice!" Embarrassed, I covered my genitals and said, "No, I've never squirted before. You plugged me up and then pulled out so I squirted. I've never done this before..." As I spoke, I sat up, head bowed in embarrassment. A woman who's had sex with her husband hundreds of times has never produced so much fluid. How could I squirt today? The passion just now was truly unprecedented. Would this be unfair to my husband? But then I thought about how many times he's been away on business, and how many women he's probably been with. Thinking about this made me feel much better. Let's do it! I've had enough fun tonight!

Benson, his penis erect, sat behind me again, hugging me and saying, "It's okay, your husband is very enthusiastic with other women too. Marriages just get routine after a while; you lose interest after a while." As he spoke, he began to caress my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples. Benson added, "Honestly, a body as sensitive and smooth as yours is truly a beauty. Which man in this entire venue wouldn't be tempted?" As he spoke, Benson even placed one hand... He inserted it into my body again. I tried to pull it away, but he kissed me so hard I almost suffocated. After being kissed for a while, I finally managed to push Benson's head away and regain my senses. I said, "No, that's enough. My husband has already been taught a lesson." Benson said, "But my sperm is still trying to come out. You have to be kind and help me out." I looked down and saw that his penis was indeed quite impressive. I thought that since he had helped me get revenge, it wasn't unreasonable for me to help him get rid of it. I sighed and had no choice but to endure the hardship a little longer.

I felt everything was out of control, but I had to end it quickly, otherwise my husband would find out and things would be even more unmanageable. So I decided to solve everything with my mouth. I turned around, lowered my head, and used one hand to hold Benson's penis, licking it with my tongue. Benson leaned back, enjoying it. After a few licks, I started swallowing his penis. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Benson admiring my lewdness. Benson's penis was indeed thicker and longer than my husband's. I had to open my mouth wide to swallow it, and then it almost reached my throat. I couldn't swallow the whole penis. With his penis in my mouth, I used my tongue to feel the thick shaft and glans. As I played with it, a new tingling sensation spread from my mouth to my heart. Benson also used... A low growl responded to my efforts. I used one hand to masturbate his penis while the other caressed my breasts, which were beginning to throb. Seeing this, Benson turned me around, letting me straddle his body so his head was right under my vulva. I took Benson's penis back into my mouth. Benson first used both hands to caress my breasts, and as he rubbed them, the lewd feelings in my mind began to surge again. Suddenly, Benson began to lick my vagina. He sucked on my labia, as if kissing my lips, and then licked my clitoris from my vaginal opening with his tongue. Involuntarily, I contracted my vagina; the feeling was like I was about to urinate but had to hold it in. I passionately released his penis, leaving only my hand to masturbate it. I involuntarily moaned, "Hiss... Oh... Hiss... You... Bad tricks... So many... Ah..." Benson inserted his tongue into my vagina and stirred it around. "Ah... Inserting again... Inserting again... Too... Bad... Don't... Insert... Ah... Ah..." I never expected that such a small tongue could bring such pleasure. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Bad... Ah... Don't use... Anal... Ah... Ah..." Benson even inserted his fingers into my anus. I felt it was inappropriate and wanted to refuse, but after his fingers were inserted into my anus, it seemed as if a new current flowed from my anus straight through my vagina and then throughout my body. That feeling could only be expressed through moaning. But I didn't forget to quickly stroke Benson's penis up and down with my hand. I thought to myself, I am such a lewd woman, Ben... Son kept sucking and drilling, his fingers constantly thrusting in and out of my anus. This multitude of pleasures made me moan, "Ah

...

"What a slutty woman, so much juice," he said. I looked down in embarrassment, and sure enough, the juices were flowing from his hand, wetting the sheets. I wanted to say it was all his fault, but Benson suddenly helped me sit up. He sat up too, making me turn my back to him, then cupped my buttocks in his hands, aimed at his erect penis, and pulled it down. My vagina swallowed it all without any resistance. "Ah~ so~ long~ oh~," I moaned involuntarily. It really was so long. My already open and juice-filled vagina had no obstruction, but it only paused briefly at my cervix before being inserted into it. That tingling, numbing, and stimulating feeling was something I had never experienced before. Benson's move was so captivating; all I could manage to respond with was an "Ohhh!" Benson slowly lifted my hips again. Because his penis was inside my cervix, it felt tingly and numb, yet I didn't want it to leave. My vagina naturally contracted, and Benson let out a roar. I think he was enjoying the tightness. I had been the one moaning earlier, and now he felt it too. Benson tightened his grip, and I raised my hips higher. There was another "pop" sound—oh, that was the sound of his penis leaving my cervix. My vagina tightened, and I raised my hips higher. Benson also let out an "Ohhh!" I watched his penis slowly withdraw. Wow, that felt so good! Benson pulled me down again, and my buttocks sank completely. This time, Benson lifted his lower body, and both of my buttocks pushed harder and faster. I was shocked, "Ah~ It's in again~~ Ah~~ Ah~~" and a tingling, numb feeling spread through my uterus again, "Ah~~" was my moan. "Oh~~" was Benson's moan. Benson lifted my buttocks again, and a "pop" sound came again, and I was shocked again. I raised my buttocks about 10 centimeters, and he pulled me down with his hand, "Ah~~" "Oh~~" We both moaned at the same time, and he inserted his penis into my cervix again, "Oh~~", lifted me up again, "pop", and pulled me down again. After several times, "Ah~" "Oh~" The sounds of kissing and smacking grew faster and faster, and I no longer needed Benson's hand to guide me. My hips were automatically sinking and rising, and Benson was thrusting his penis upwards. This pleasure made me feel like I was flying. Benson paused for a moment, signaling me to turn around. We faced each other, and he kissed me with his lips, his penis inserted into my cervix. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he began to lift and lower my hips again, my D-cup breasts swaying up and down against his face. It felt so good; every part of my body was tingling. I could only respond,

"Ah~ fucking~~~~ Ah~~ Ah~~ I'm fucking~~ It's breaking~~~~" Benson growled,

"That's good~ Oh~~ I'm going to fuck faster~ you slut." Hearing me called a slut, I didn't resist. I felt that being lewd was fine, so I replied:

“Mmm~ Hurry up~~ Insert it~~, it's really~~ so~~ hard~~, I'm almost~~ dying~~ Ah~~ Ah~~~,” “Where do you want me to insert it~ tell me quickly, or I won’t insert it,” Benson said. “Insert it~~ there, hurry~~ ah~~ ah~~” I responded. “Say ‘cunt’~ I want to insert it into my cunt,” Benson said. I only wanted pleasure, so I responded: “Oh~ cunt~ yes~~ insert it quickly~~ oh~~ oh~~ I want it~ oh~ cunt~ hurry~~ insert it~~ cunt~” Every time I said cunt, Benson… Just one time, he thrust his penis rapidly into my cervix, and it felt like it was piercing through my body, so I unconsciously responded with moans, "Ah~ Ah~ Cunt~ Hole~~~ Faster~~ Insert into cunt~~ Faster~ Insert into cunt~ Ah, die~ Ah~ Cunt~ Ah~", each moan bringing a more intense, tingling pleasure to my entire body. "Slut~ You're so cheap~ What am I going to use to penetrate you?" Benson said again. "No~ I~~ Ah~~ Almost there~~" I said, and Benson deliberately slowed down, making me feel like I was about to reach heaven, but then he said:

“You slut, say big cock~ it’s big cock that will send you to heaven,” I responded without any rationality: “Ah~ cunt~ big cock~ fuck~ ah~ cunt~ big cock fast~ fuck~ big cock~ ah,”

Benson grabbed my D-cup breasts with one hand and held my buttocks with the other, moving up and down. I was becoming more and more unconscious, moaning incessantly, coordinating with the cries of big cock and cunt, starting Benson’s full-force thrusts. Benson was also shouting more and more frantically:

“Slut~ I want~ fuck~ ah~ so good~ fuck~ fat ass~ fuck~ fat ass~” Benson’s up and down movements were so fast that I could only moan again,

“Ah~ fast~ ah~ fuck~ fast~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~”

My voice rose to the point of being silent, and I held Benson tightly, and I came again! Benson suddenly lifted me away from his huge penis—my vagina gushed out more fluid, this time quite a lot, like I was urinating. Benson didn't dodge, the fluid sprayed everywhere. I held onto Benson, panting, powerless and shameless. He suddenly spread my buttocks apart with both hands and sank down again. I cried out, "Ahhh!"

With a scream, he actually inserted it into my anus! It hurt so much, but it didn't offer much resistance. This wasn't the first time someone's anus had been penetrated; it wasn't the second time. Benson had already inserted his finger once. Benson ignored my screams of pain. He only paused briefly before lifting my buttocks and lowering them again, just like before. I could only cry out, "It hurts! It hurts!" Benson seemed to irrationally accelerate the lifting and lowering, and my anus actually began to contract in response. Waves of electricity surged from my anus to my brain. "Ah...it's heaven!" "Damn it~ How come my anus feels so good?" I was lifted up and lowered weakly, only saying this in Benson's ear. Benson responded, "Oh~ Oh~ Slut~ Fat ass~ Ah~, slut~ Fat ass~ Ah~~."

I was too weak to respond. Benson increased the speed of lifting and thrusting, and waves of pleasure came from my anus. My juices were slapped against our buttocks and thighs. I enjoyed a pleasure I had never experienced before. Benson was so happy that he let out a low growl. I was completely hanging on Benson, letting him lift and lower me as he pleased.

After nearly a hundred thrusts, Benson seemed exhausted and lay down. I lay on top of him, and he switched to thrusting his lower body forward. His hands supported my D-cup breasts, and I half-lay on his chest, which stimulated my breasts even more. He kept rubbing them, making me even more intoxicated. My hips were thrust up and down, a sensation that was both pleasurable and sore. His thrusts became faster and faster, and my sensations returned. Pleasure coursed through my body, from my anus to my breasts. Benson's roars grew louder and faster, and I could no longer moan. I could only cry out,

"Faster~ It's splitting~ Faster~ Thrust~!"

Benson seemed to be thrusting and pounding with maximum force. I couldn't take it anymore and cried out again, "Ahhh, thrust! Ahhh, thrust! Ahhh, ahhh!" My juices gushed out again. Benson also sped up his thrusting and pumping. For the first time, I felt my anus being penetrated to the point where my juices gushed out of my vagina. And then, during my orgasm, he kept thrusting. The contraction of my vagina was pleasurable, and my anus was both expanding and contracting. Benson seemed to be nearing his climax. He thrust one last time and ejaculated all his semen into my large intestine. I had never felt semen being ejaculated into my large intestine before. I used to buy enemas to relieve constipation, but they felt oily. This time, the semen was hot and went deep inside. Involuntarily, my entire buttocks contracted, squeezing Benson's big penis tightly. Benson lay there weakly, his hands playing with the juices on the bed, seemingly enjoying the juices of this slut. I lay weakly on top of him.

After a while, Benson finally said, "Sorry, I called you a slut." What could I say? How could

I not be slutty after being fucked like this? I could only smile and not answer him. Benson said, "Your fat ass is so nice. You're a natural beauty. Your cervix is sucking so hard, like a mouth. Can I let it suck again?" I was a little shocked and came back to my senses. What was going on? Had I really become someone's slut? I wanted to push him away, but Benson said again,

"Look, your fat ass is still holding my cock. So slutty. Don't say no." I then realized that his big cock was still being held between my legs, so I tried to climb on top of him. Benson actually hugged me and said, "Be careful. If you pull out my cock, semen and poop will spray out together." I asked nervously what to do. Benson said,

"I'll keep it inside you and carry you to the toilet, then I'll pull it out and wash it clean." I could only agree to Benson's suggestion and let him carry me to the toilet. But as soon as I picked him up, Benson's penis started to shrink, and I could really feel it churning inside my anus, like I was about to cum. I told Benson to hurry up, and he finally carried me into the bathroom. As soon as he pulled his penis out, I grabbed Benson's hand, trying to cry out, and then, semen and feces all gushed out. I leaned weakly against Benson again, and he hugged me, saying,

"It's okay, it's always like this the first time. We've both been to heaven. Remember that wonderful feeling, everything was beautiful. Whether it was vaginal fluid, semen, or feces, we've had our fun! Go take a shower, I'll take you home."

After saying that, I was so ashamed that I didn't look up. I went to wash with Benson, and as the water splashed on me, I suddenly remembered everything that had happened. How could this have happened? I just wanted to get a little revenge, and it turned out like this. I wanted to cry... I didn't even know if the water or tears were streaming down my face!

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