[A young woman's wild sex life]

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Zero Distance Eroticism

Chapter One:

The Woman with a Strong Libido As a woman—and a mature one at that—I'm nearing forty. Though I've

lost my former stunning beauty, I'm still quite confident among my peers. My figure is excellent, full

and well-proportioned; my skin, while not as youthful as a young woman's, is smooth and soft, still rosy. This is

the result of decades of tireless and meticulous skincare. Because I know that a woman's only attraction to men, or

something to be proud of, is her beautiful appearance.

I enjoy sitting at my vanity, spending hours getting ready. When I'm out, I also enjoy the way men look at

me; it makes me more confident and puts me in a particularly good mood. However, my most important

motivation for dressing up is to attract my husband's attention, because I love him, and I fear that my beauty in his eyes

will gradually fade with time. Fortunately, however, my appearance is something he has always admired and boasted about.

I am a woman with a strong libido. As a woman, it's difficult to say such things. Of course, it also goes against

common sense . The pressure from the public, morality, ethics, and traditional values is self-evident. I think I might be a

bad woman. If I am indeed categorized as a bad woman, it's only because of my man. This "

badness" isn't about being kind or evil, or about behavior or speech. It's purely about sexual desire.

I enjoy making love with my husband; he has a lot of energy. Every time I see his fit, naked body, I want to "

devour" him. He's also very passionate during sex, and I like that kind of passionate lovemaking. I remember twenty years ago, when

we were a free-love relationship, my virginity was eroded by his passion. The first time, I felt resistance and even

disgust; I didn't experience pleasure, just a sudden, painful sensation. The second time, I was a little reserved, but with his caresses

and tender kisses, I felt the wonder of sex. The third time, I wasn't exactly proactive, but I felt a certain longing;

as the duration of sex lengthened, I learned what it meant to feel ethereal and exhilarated. From then on, I was completely

conquered by sex. After much pleading, he put a wedding ring on my finger. We got married.

The years after our marriage were enchanting. Our spiritual love grew stronger through the tenderness of our sex life; I think

this was a kind of sublimation of love. My husband and I usually make love three to four times a week, although we try to plan it,

I often overdo it. The quality of sex is greatly influenced by one's mood. A couple needs to cherish

their . Sometimes, household chores cause us to argue, and we ignore each other. However, once we're in bed,

I crave his caresses. Sometimes, I really want to ask him, but I can't bring myself to say it. So I resort to

teasing him or finding excuses, even waking him up when he's sound asleep. In short, I won't

give up . Therefore, I think sex is the spice of family life;

an indispensable source of harmony and happiness.

Our house has three bedrooms and a living room. You could say that every corner of the house bears

the marks of my husband and me making love. Needless to say, we've done it on the bed, on the floor, on the desk, on the sofa, on the rocking chair, in the bathtub, and even

on the windowsill. Of course, our lovemaking positions are ever-changing. A fixed position for too long can become

numbing. However, my preferred position is still the traditional one. Of course, frequent

changes are also stimulating.

I've never considered sex to be sordid or dirty. As men and women driven by emotions and desires, sex

is one of the most important factors in a person's life. After the most basic need for food, it's nothing more than sexual desire.

Since our marriage, my husband has developed a habit of having me touch

his penis while we sleep. He says it helps him fall asleep peacefully. He has

difficulty falling asleep when he's away on business or on nights without me. He has to touch his own penis, but he says he's definitely not masturbating. However,

I also like to touch his penis when we're lying together; it feels intimate and,

of course , fun. Especially, I felt it grow bigger and harder. I remember asking him once, "

What's going on?" He replied, "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

Our lovemaking usually lasts quite a while. In the first few years of our marriage, I

would get incredibly excited as soon as he entered me. I would usually reach my climax within about half an hour. His

penis was very firm and hard. Even after having children, I could still feel its unchanging shape and

its fullness after penetration. But in recent years, our lovemaking has inexplicably become longer, probably because of me.

He works tirelessly, and I try my best, but every second ticks by, and it's hard to reach climax. Gradually,

our lovemaking time is approaching an hour, and my moans only stop when he's drenched in sweat and panting.

Just like he said, "You've really reached the age of 'forty like a tiger,' if this continues, it'll kill

me!"

Chapter Two: Dangerous Thoughts

Once, a friend casually mentioned that I should keep a close eye on my husband. Of course, I knew

there was more to it than met the eye. My mood soured. I became wary of my husband. I didn't want to lose him;

I loved him. I didn't ask him anything, just frequently asked if he still loved me. He answered resolutely, "I

love you, I'll always love you, you're my wife." However, during sex, he seemed somewhat

indifferent , lacking the passionate intensity of before. For me, reaching orgasm was also difficult.

Seeing his exhausted state, I felt a pang of guilt.

One night, I asked him, "Do you feel better having sex with other women than with me?" He laughed and said, "Of course."

I angrily punched his back. He then asked me, "Do you feel better having sex with other men than with me?" I said, "I've

never thought of that; I only want you." He said, "Then why is it so hard for you to reach orgasm when we have sex now?" I said

, "I don't know, maybe you're not putting in enough effort." He said, "I'm not putting in enough effort! I'm exhausted every time, it takes

an hour! You barely manage that, what more do you want from me?" I said, "Well, I'd really like to see you

having sex with other women. That way, I might want to have sex with you even more, and I'd be able to reach orgasm more easily." He smiled, "

Really? Then find me one and bring her home. I'll have sex with her in front of you, so you can watch to your heart's content."

Seeking thrills. I turned my back and said, "Do I need to look? Just bring back what's already there."

That night, I didn't sleep a wink. My mind was a mess. But a strange thought did

ignite my lust—a desire for thrills, madness, perversion, destruction, or selfish gratification.

It was to see my husband making love with a strange woman. I suddenly felt a bit morbid,

but even so, I still wanted to see it for myself. But the condition was that sex was fine, but his heart had to belong to me. He could

have sex with another woman in my bed in front of me, but he absolutely couldn't go with that woman. I thought, men

like to philander and have affairs; women, while they may also have affairs, are relatively reserved,

unlike the audacity of men. I never considered finding a lover to satisfy my "tiger-like"

sexual desires. Even if I couldn't satisfy them, I would find a way to get them from my husband. I will design and recreate any

means , any method, any bizarre idea. Perhaps it's for him,

perhaps for me, perhaps for that vexing, insatiable sexual desire.

Chapter Three: The Perversion of Desire

I inquired and searched everywhere, finally finding a strikingly beautiful woman from the red-light district. She was about twenty-four or twenty-five,

not the frivolous or seductive type. A friend told me she had just arrived from out of town,

introduced by a distant relative. Although she had done *that* before, she was still relatively clean. Now, she only entertained guests with drinks and

companionship. I told him my intentions: if she was willing to work as a nanny, I was willing to pay a high price.

After he told her, she readily agreed. I arranged a time for the girl to come to my house.

The girl's name was Xiao Ke. Like her appearance, she was beautiful and charming. Of course, only her captivating appearance mattered.

When she arrived, it was during my husband's business trip. He wasn't home. Because my child had always

been cared for by my husband's parents, he had been staying with them. I vacated the small room in my child's room

for her to stay in.

That night, Xiao Ke and I sat on the sofa, having a long, heart-to-heart talk, pouring out our hearts to each other.

I told her, or rather, that I was negotiating with conditions. I

laid out all my strange ideas, what I needed her to do, including my own and my husband's needs. She was clever, and cunning. She said, "You

mean you want me to seduce your husband?" I smiled and said, "You could say that, but let me be clear.

Maybe it's to test his feelings for me, or maybe it's to temporarily satisfy his sexual desires. Hiring a nanny is just a

reason , or a pretext." I said, "You have a choice; it's your freedom to choose whether you want to or not. However,

you can state your requirements or conditions, and I will give you a satisfactory reward. You can

pretend , or you don't have to do anything at all. But one thing is certain: this secret is only between you and me." She

looked at me with a strange gaze; I knew there was a vague bewilderment and an inscrutable feeling about me in her eyes. In the end,

she agreed; after all, the job and the reward were still very tempting. Before going to sleep,

I told her, "You can only have sex with him, you can't love him wholeheartedly or make him fall in love with you. Because he's my

husband."

I felt like I was going crazy. I thought about depravity, about perversion and ugliness, but more than anything, I

thought about excitement and sexual arousal.

Chapter Four: Perverted Lust

The day my husband came home. The moment he walked in, he froze. He thought he'd gone to the wrong room because

Xiao Ke had opened the door. After coming in, he pulled me into another room and asked me what was going on. I said, "

The housekeeper we hired." He said, "Why didn't you tell him?" I said, "It's not a big deal,

what to say?" He just kept sighing, "You, you." I thought to myself, "Stop with the 'you.'

In a couple of days, your true colors will show."

While my husband went to the bathroom to shower, Xiao Ke and I sat in the living room watching TV. Xiao Ke smiled at me;

he was quite handsome. I said, "Yes. He's a man women like."

After my husband came out, wearing a loose bathrobe, he sat down beside me, lit a cigarette, and first asked me about

the family and the children. Then he started chatting with Xiao Ke, asking all sorts of questions,

completely ignoring me. Although I pretended to be nonchalant, I observed their expressions. Xiao Ke

became shy in his presence and during his questions, her cheeks flushed; while he, on the other hand, was extremely enthusiastic, his affection overflowing.

I really regretted it; why didn't I bring home a less attractive girl? Yes, would he have been

interested then? What's done is done. The next step is to patiently steer the ship myself.

That night, when we went to bed, he seemed to really need me, impatiently taking off my nightgown and starting to

caress me. I said, "Wait a minute, close the door." He said, "What's wrong with that? We're husband and wife,

it's normal ." I said, "Okay then, if I make a sound, don't blame me if she hears." He said, "

Go ahead and call her. At worst, let her come over and see." I said, "You think I'm afraid? I'll go call her over and let her

watch us make love." His face turned red. "Okay, okay, darling, I love you."

We started making love wildly. With his violent thrusts and swaying, my moans became

increasingly … I thought, Xiao Ke must have a hard time falling asleep. That night, I reached orgasm, but it was an orgasm

created by my imagination.

For the next few days, I came home very late. Xiao Ke and I had agreed that if he asked me anything, I would say I

was playing mahjong with friends. But while I was away, he had to report everything he said and did to her

. It had to be a truthful report. This was stipulated in our verbal agreement.

However, every time I went out, I was filled with anxiety. I would either stay at a friend's place for a while or wander aimlessly in

the streets . A restless, preoccupied state of mind, worry, anxiety, fear, and lingering apprehension constantly tormented my body and mind.

I wondered if I had developed a mental illness. I regret my crazy plan. I didn't want to lose him, and I especially

didn't want him to fall for someone else or have another woman. I wanted to test his loyalty to me; I wanted to use this

method I devised to quell his lust, or perhaps my own slightly perverse sexual desires. Maybe I was really wrong,

but I didn't dare to think about the consequences.

In the beginning, Xiao Ke told me that every time he came back, he would first chat with her about interesting topics. Then he would busy himself with his...

The matter was over. I asked her what his gaze was like when he looked at her. She said, "It seemed very gentle." I was

both angry and eager to hear more. I pressed her for details, wanting to get more information from her. She said he had told her she was very beautiful

and that he liked women like her. Hearing this, I was filled with anger and resentment, silently cursing him in my heart—no

man is any good. Xiao Ke said he had given her many books to read in her spare time. I said, "

Didn't you actively seduce him?" She said, "Although that's what I thought, I just couldn't bring myself to do it." I was

almost going crazy. I told her, "Time doesn't allow for further waiting. Let's proceed boldly according to our original plan.

I won't complain or blame you."

Xiao Ke and I devised a plan; I wanted to witness it firsthand. So, when he came back, I would

hide in the closet at home. If he asked, I would say I was invited by friends to play cards. The rest is up to you

to perform.

Chapter Five: The Mad Sex Demon

When I saw my husband's car drive into the courtyard from my fifteenth-floor window,

Xiao Ke and I had already laid out the entire plot. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, I hurriedly slipped into the closet, asking Xiao Ke to close the glass door

. My heart was pounding, but Xiao Ke remained calm and composed. I thought, "People from the world are different after all

; they've seen it all."

I heard the door open, and my husband came in. "Xiao Ke, he's calling her." "Where is she?" Xiao Ke said, "She was

called out to play cards by her friends." He sounded very unhappy. Oh! He doesn't even care about the family…

Xiao Ke, I had a business dinner this afternoon, and I drank too much. Could you pour me a strong cup of tea?

Our closet is in our bedroom. Dim light seeps in through the cracks. Although the space is large enough

to sit or stand, we can't see outside. It made me anxious. "

Xiao Ke, come here, look at this coat. I bought it especially for you today." (My God, you're even buying me

clothes now? What a hypocrite!) I felt my face flush with anger, and I really wanted to rush out and slap him a few times.

We've been married for so many years, and he's only bought me clothes a handful of times. I've only been here a few days, and you're already showing off!

Brother, this coat is really beautiful. Did you choose the color? How did you know I like this color?

(Shameless girl) I suddenly hated Xiao Ke. I opened Pandora's box, and how I want

to close it!

My thoughts started to become chaotic, and I didn't know what to do. Should I get out as soon as possible? Or should I stay

here and see what happens next? My reason was blurred; I felt like I was dreaming. A frantic nightmare made me

grotesque, and curiosity and a strange idea began to excite me. This is a story I've designed;

of course , the plot needs to have substance, although it might be perverted, but I really want to see my husband and Xiao Ke making love

. I silently cried out in my heart, "Xiao Ke, hurry, hurry and use your allure to infect him, hurry

and fall into his arms...

Big brother, why don't you go take a shower, that will make you feel better." "

No, I don't want to shower now, I'm just a little dizzy." "Xiao Ke, you're really beautiful."

"Big brother...

Xiao Ke, come here, sit next to me." (Ha, being unable to resist a woman's temptation is a common problem for men.) " Isn't this a bad idea

? Big sister will find out... It's okay,

she doesn't know." (Without a woman's strict supervision, men are all easily corrupted.)...

I could only hear the faint sound of the television, but their voices were gone. I thought, maybe they've sat together

. What should I do? I'm so anxious! I can't see them anyway, so whatever. I decided to go out. I

gently opened the wardrobe door, tiptoed to the bedroom door, and lay there spying. But even if they

were really having sex, they wouldn't come into my room. Because I had already told Xiao Ke that if he really

wanted you, you could do it on the sofa or in your room; absolutely prevent him from coming in here.

The scene unfolding before my eyes left me bewildered, a strange sexual pleasure and intense

desire making me dizzy. He held her, she writhed and curled up in his arms… a frenzied kiss,

a crazy urge to caress her.

My heart began to pound, my lips dry and burning. I could hardly breathe, I couldn't control myself. It

was watching an adult film, but it was real. And it was my lover

making love to another woman right in front of me. My emotions were complex. Although I wanted to rush over and shout, "You two are a bastard!" and "I wanted to kill

them!", the scene before me unleashed a web of lust within me, a strange and stimulating sensation,

a pleasure I had never experienced before. My lower body convulsed violently, and I involuntarily

stroked … panting filled the air.

He removed her outer garment… and then, naked, she was pressed down onto the sofa by him. He frantically

caressed her breasts; they were indeed alluring, full and firm, and I could feel their soft

smoothness . He extended the tongue that had once kissed me, sucking on her breasts. His hands massaged her lower body…

Xiao Ke now seemed like a stranger to me. There was no familiar feeling. Deep within my heart,

a temptation of hatred arose. She closed her eyes, murmuring softly, her hands unbuttoning his clothes… The

“thing” that had once belonged to me stood erect, swaying in her hands.

He breathed heavily, lifting her legs high, placing them on his shoulders. This action and

position were all too familiar to me. It was something I liked. He thrust violently into her body,

the force of the thrusts causing her flesh to sway. I felt she had forgotten my existence, because her cries were

unrestrained wild.

At this moment, my reason had vanished. My heart pounded in my throat, and the feeling of suffocation made it

hard to breathe. I moved my feet unconsciously, gradually walking behind them.

Watching the couple make love up close was incredibly exciting, igniting my desire and

unleashing a torrent of passion.

He finished quickly. Perhaps due to the intense excitement, I think he ejaculated prematurely. He lay on

top of her, sweat beading on his buttocks. Her hands clung tightly to his waist, and in the instant she turned her head,

she saw me so close. She screamed in terror, then pushed him away, quickly

wrapped her naked body in her coat, and sat frozen on the sofa, completely bewildered.

He sensed something ominous. In the instant he turned, his eyes met mine. His

embarrassment was indescribable. I felt as if I had walked up to him with a cold smile, standing

silently . He stood before me, trembling with fear; I could feel his rapid breathing.

Xiao Ke was about to turn and leave when I called out to him. I said, "Just sit there and don't move." My husband

was terrified; his lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but he hesitated. I put an arm around him, and touched his limp penis with

my other hand. He looked terrified. He was truly pitiful.

My mind went blank. But I clearly craved this frenzied way of making love. My

burning desire told me that I desperately needed his madness. My eyes felt hot; I thought

they might have turned red.

I said to him, "Don't be afraid, don't say anything. I don't blame you; I need you now. I like

this madness."

I leaned back on the sofa, and Xiao Ke sat beside me. I smiled at her. "You did a good job.

Don't leave.

" I grabbed my husband's hand. He really seemed to have drunk too much. He was swaying slightly, his expression blank

and fearful. I looked at him pleadingly. "Come on, take off my clothes, okay? Don't be afraid, be bold, okay?"

He glanced at Xiao Ke, and I immediately said, "It's okay. Isn't it better that she's here?"

He finally spoke, "This is your own fault. It's not my fault. Don't blame me." Then, he tore

open my clothes. I spread my legs, one hand tightly gripping Xiao Ke's hand. His lower body swelled rapidly

, and I violently rubbed it with one hand...

He entered my body, my eyes fixed on him. But my breathing was no longer regular. My

body and mind began to boil, and in my mind, I realized I was no longer myself. His and her figures

blurred , and I screamed with all my might, but my screams became terrifying. I placed one of his hands

on my breast, and he kneaded it heavily. My tongue darted out, kissing and sucking wantonly between his lips… The time

lasted a long time. In this situation, I could easily have reached orgasm, but I controlled myself.

I kept murmuring, faster, faster, I want you…

The exciting pleasure and stimulation, the ebb and flow of orgasm, the extreme madness and wonder of sex,

distorted my reason. In this scene and way of making love, I seemed to have found an ideal point of entry, making my

passion go wild and my orgasm incredibly fantastical. That feeling and beauty are hard to describe in words. However,

the aftermath was filled with regret and loss. And inexplicably, a sense of revenge was added. Thus,

true depravity, decadence, and death were engulfing my soul.

Chapter Six: The Unknown Outcome

The clutches of sex ravage humanity. Forging a normal person is not easy. Although we all try

our best to conceal or cover up the hypocrisy in our hearts, we cannot avoid or escape the struggle between spirit and flesh. In the end,

reason may temporarily prevail, but the ugliness of our true selves cannot be driven away from our souls.

The protagonist and the situation in the story are real, not a fabrication. Perhaps real sexual desire

can drive people crazy, deformed, or even to the point of mental and spiritual perversion. But we cannot resist the

temptations of human nature. Whether one falls into them shallowly or deeply depends on one's own self-control; if one goes too far, there may truly be a

problem.

I don't know how to write the ending of the story. My imagination is limited. Because the person who experienced it firsthand

only recounted it in a few words. Her family is still the same, but whether she is happy or unhappy, separated or divorced, or

what her true thoughts and hopes for the future are, I cannot know. But

the woman is gone; she has gotten what she wanted. And the protagonist? She may have also gained something, but

what has she truly lost?

Sex is vexing. Those who are afflicted suffer throughout their lives from the torment it inflicts. All

things contain danger, and sex is the most vivid example of this beauty and danger. The story of Adam and Eve

illustrates this point. But as human beings, who can resist the allure of sex?

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/167244.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=167244&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : The Seven-Year Itch (1-4)

Next Page : My story with a married woman

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[A young woman's wild sex life]

comment Open a new window to view comments