A wife is not lonely when her husband is not at home.

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The night I returned from Canada, my husband, as if starving, exhausted me so much that I fell asleep!

I don't know how many hours I slept, until the sun outside the window was so hot it burned my bottom, that I groggily woke up. I

can't remember how many times my husband climbed on top of me last night, nor do I know when he left the bed for work. I

only vaguely remember him bringing me to orgasm time and time again, until we were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms…

Men always say: a well-fed woman is especially radiant. I think: that refers to a woman after she's washed and groomed. Right now, I'm disheveled, sweaty, and my lower body is covered in my husband's 'remains,' so how can I be 'radiant'?

However, thinking about the scenes of our intense battle last night, and the fullness and satisfaction my husband gave me, I can't help but feel a little 'itchy' again.

How could I have become so greedy? I'm a little surprised myself.

It was so hot, it felt like I was melting. I had to put aside my hunger and satiety for now and take a nice bath first.

There are two moments when a woman feels most comfortable and content: one is when she's filled to the brim by a man's thrusting, and the other is lying in the bathtub, massaging herself and daydreaming.

I lay in the bathtub for over an hour before changing into a sheer nightgown I'd bought in Canada, intending to go back to my room for a nap before planning my evening activities.

As I pushed open the door, suddenly, someone grabbed me from the side.

Turning around, I saw a burly man who looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him.

He didn't say a word, just forcefully ripped open my nightgown.

At that moment, I couldn't help but berate myself for being so stupid. What was I doing? He obviously wanted to have sex with me.

Then I remembered—he was the locksmith who had changed my locks earlier.

This despicable bastard must have secretly made an extra key that day, thinking I wouldn't be home in broad daylight, intending to break in and steal something valuable. But he was captivated by my body and changed his mind, taking advantage of my beauty.

Thinking this, I had a bad feeling, but this guy was strong and powerful, and I couldn't escape his embrace.

My new nightgown was torn open in the chaos, and my proud, firm breasts sprang out.

His hateful hands grabbed those large breasts, kneading them forcefully.

"No, no!" I instinctively cried out,

a wave of panic washing over me, but for some reason, the way my breasts were being kneaded made me weak all over.

His hands began to move downwards, and he ripped off my thin underwear, roaming freely on the grass.

I had no strength left to resist.

He pressed his advantage, picking me up and tossing me onto the bed.

Then I realized that this guy was completely naked; perhaps he had already stripped himself naked in his excitement while peeping at me taking a bath.

Suddenly, what was in front of me was a huge, long thing, at least comparable to my husband's.

Thinking of my husband, and recalling last night's frenzied battle, I felt even weaker and more exhausted.

This guy pounced on me, skillfully spreading my thighs and beginning his assault.

Perhaps I was unprepared, or perhaps he was just too big, but I instinctively cried out "Ah!" and felt a sharp pain.

But he ignored my reaction and launched a rapid assault. In just a short while, I felt a full and pleasurable sensation.

Although this guy was rude and uncouth, showing no tenderness whatsoever, he was so powerful and strong, and seemed to have inexhaustible energy. He thrust in and out nearly a hundred times, vigorous and powerful, showing no signs of fatigue.

I was conquered by him.

There aren't many men who can truly conquer me! This guy was one of them, and the fastest one at that.

I'm referring to the time from our physical contact to my subjugation, not the time it took for him to be captivated by me—a time I wished could be as long as possible.

From resistance to fear, from fear to acceptance, from acceptance to pleasure, I had completely lost all sense of shame.

Unconsciously, I tightly embraced his broad waist, straddling him with my legs, and began humming tunes born of pleasure.

Perhaps encouraged by my movements, or perhaps summoned by my sensual cries, he moved faster and harder, and as a result, his climax came quickly, and he ejaculated profusely.

At this moment, I held him tightly, recklessly thrusting my hips high to match his ejaculation, as if trying to squeeze every last drop out of him.

We remained still in our tight embrace.

For a long time, he finally withdrew from me.

But once seemed far from enough for him; he reluctantly took my hand and placed it on his soft flesh, playing with it.

Once, just one blitzkrieg, how could it be enough for me? I was happy to do as he pleased.

I was no longer afraid; I was now incredibly excited.

In just a moment, his enormous member began to swell and throb again.

Then, his hands became restless, caressing every part of my body with a rhythmic, almost imperceptible hand dance.

I felt waves of stimulation. That stimulation tightened every nerve in my body, and my genitals began to gush forth like a spring.

Seeing this, he flipped over and climbed on top of me again, moving about freely.

I no longer felt like I was being raped; I felt like I was enjoying life.

He had completely overcome his tension and unfamiliarity, and suddenly withdrew from me, leaving me feeling empty. Just as I was wondering what he was up to, he turned me around and started a 69 position.

My juices were flowing like a spring, uncontrollable. My legs involuntarily parted,

the entrance to my paradise split open, glistening red, as if something was pulsating slightly within it—it must have been incredibly alluring.

I swallowed his penis, and then he playfully slipped his finger into my vagina, his index finger bent, slowly and steadily exploring deeper and deeper into my mouth.

Don't let his rough appearance fool you; he was surprisingly experienced.

In my warm little hole, he touched that pearl-like thing, where his finger stopped, gently pinching and kneading it.

I almost stopped breathing, my penis slipping out of my mouth, enjoying it without moving.

He was wantonly playing with this lovely treasure, then sliding it into my little hole, teasing and exploring with his finger, always controlling his strength. As a result, my tender flesh blossomed, gradually widening and pulsating lightly.

Although I was in a state of near-death, as if in a dreamlike wonderland, I could feel a hunger surging through my heart. I needed pleasure, I needed sexual comfort.

I gripped that thick thing tightly, panting, "Give it to me, hurry up and put it in me!"

This guy was very obedient. He turned around quickly again, aimed his hot, hard member at my wet, soft, plump little hole, and thrust in with a "whoosh."

He attacked fiercely like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, thrusting all the way in. I quickly wrapped my fair, tender legs tightly around his waist, and held his neck with both hands, moving up and down in rhythm.

Although this time it lasted much longer, and I almost fainted several times, happy times always pass too quickly. After we made love three times, my desire was finally extinguished, and my mood slowly calmed down.

This guy didn't say a word from beginning to end. He gently withdrew from me, slowly put his clothes back on, and prepared to leave.

I finally couldn't bear it any longer and asked softly, "What's your name?"

He still didn't say a word, took a business card from his pocket, threw it on the messy bed, kissed me again, and left.

With a 'bang,' the door of the Love Cottage closed.

But my heart couldn't close.

I picked up the business card and glanced at it.

"It's him? So this is the 'first-generation man,' huh!" I muttered to myself.

I couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't recognized me from the photo I'd given him.

Or… I dared not think further. This man evoked a mixture of hatred, love, and fear in me!

Only a few days after returning from Canada, I'd already been with two men. One I'd seduced, the other an uninvited rapist. Coincidentally, they were both rough men, and both provided a different kind of stimulation and satisfaction, completely different from my previous chance encounters.

If I were to use a meal analogy, the dishes weren't fancy, just large amounts of meat and fish, crudely prepared, yet I ate until I was stuffed and the aftertaste was unforgettable.

After these two encounters, my perception of ordinary people completely changed. I dared not harbor the slightest prejudice against them anymore. Although they lacked education and refinement, their performance in bed was by no means inferior, especially that lecherous man. His magnificent penis and seemingly inexhaustible stamina made me blush and my vagina unbearably itchy just thinking about it. That day

, my husband wasn't home, and I had to go to work the next day. I thought Mr. Wu, who wrote the review, would come to see me today, but I waited until the afternoon, and there was still no sign of her, not even a phone call. Perhaps she thought I was out of town, enjoying myself and hadn't returned.

Extremely bored, I couldn't help but think of that man again. Although I had his email address, as a female author, an idol in the eyes of others, I couldn't possibly stoop so low as to actively seek out the man who had abused me to sleep with, could I?

Then a strange thought suddenly occurred to me: since I had all the time and leisure today, why not discover another roughneck? To try a different kind of meal?

The thought of the "One Generation Man" reminded me of the "Luan Shi Kuang" who had a crush on me online. He sent me all sorts of information, so I knew he was repairing TVs near Love's Abode.

By the way, wasn't that "Luan Shi Kuang" also quite muscular? Many times when I passed by, I was attracted by his strong muscles and would glance at him intentionally or unintentionally.

I originally wanted to give myself to him, but I was afraid my husband would kill him! Today, after being raped by the "One Generation Man," I felt a thrill from the experience and didn't care about anything else! I just wanted to seduce this rough guy to have my way with him.

With my mind made up, I immediately called the appliance store: "My VCR is broken, could you please come and check it right away?"

Luckily, it was "Luan Shi Kuang" who answered the phone.

"Bring it to the store!" Although he was a rough man, his voice was very magnetic and pleasant.

"No, it's too heavy, how can I move it by myself?" I couldn't wait to whine on the phone, and deliberately hinted that I was home alone.

"Then, there will be an additional handling fee of three hundred yuan." "The 'madman' started demanding money.

'Sure, five hundred yuan plus what? Just come right away.' I thought to myself, 'Let's see if he still dares to ask for my money later.' Being generous, he arrived at my place in about fifteen minutes.

I was prepared, deliberately wearing a men's t-shirt and tight mini shorts that hugged my buttocks, making it seem as if I wasn't wearing anything.

Plus, without a bra, my nipples were clearly visible through the t-shirt.

From the moment the 'madman' entered the living room, he kept staring at my full breasts, and my manhood involuntarily hardened. Women are naturally sensitive and observant in this regard.

'What an impulsive guy,' I thought to myself, secretly pleased.

To cover his embarrassment, the 'madman' only fiddled with the television before asking me, 'Miss, where's the VCR?'

'Here,' I said, leading him to the room where the VCR was kept.

'Do you have any VCRs? Just grab one.'"

I handed him a videotape, taking the opportunity to stand very close to him. He inserted the tape and watched the video.

"You absolutely have to fix it tonight, extra money is no problem," I said, my large breasts swaying up and down in front of him. He

secretly swallowed. Then, a dramatic scene appeared on the screen: a woman performing oral sex on a man, his hard penis repeatedly entering and exiting her mouth before penetrating deep into her throat.

"Wow, so that's what a videotape is?" Luan Shi Kuang seemed a little bewildered.

I pretended to be nonchalant, pressing my large breasts closer and closer to him, and asked in a mocking tone, "Hey, is there something wrong with the VCR? Does it need replacing? How long will it take to fix?" "

I pressed myself close to him, deliberately taking a deep breath as I spoke. As I inhaled, my breasts, encased in my t-shirt, swelled even more, and then I slowly exhaled. He must have felt their elasticity and heat.

Actually, the woman in the video was me, someone I recorded for fun when the commenter and I were having an affair.

'This woman…it was you…wow…amazing.' " "He finally recognized me.

The exposed penis on the screen was constantly going in and out of my mouth, the movements large and distinct, the action vivid and clear.

Then, a close-up shot appeared, showing my legs spread wide, my pubic hair wet and glistening… On that pubic hair, a hardworking farmer was diligently cultivating the land.

The camera shifted, revealing my breasts swaying even more lasciviously, being licked, sucked, and held. The madman

beside me stared wide-eyed, completely mesmerized, glued to the screen.

I proudly swayed my large breasts, mimicking the actions on screen, and teased him in an extremely seductive tone: 'How about it? Want it?'" "

With that, I immediately took off my t-shirt.

My snow-white, ample breasts, erect and proud, were completely exposed before him.

Luan Shi Kuang was dumbfounded, momentarily speechless.

I became even more audacious, cupping my already hardened breasts in my hands and presenting them to him.

He finally understood what was happening, and lowered his head to suckle my nipples. My warm, soft breasts covered his entire face."

He licked my breasts, gently pinching and kneading them with his hands, seemingly with a methodical approach, licking downwards from my breasts. Then, he quickly pulled off my shorts, revealing my vibrant, dense pubic hair.

I also helped him take off his pants and shirt, leading him naked to the bed. As

soon as I got on the bed, I spread my legs and turned on the VCR.

"Hey, look at the screen." A close-up shot of us, these two fleshy creatures, appeared on the TV screen. His penis stood erect and looked particularly vibrant.

"Ah? It feels so good, keep shaving like this!" He kept kissing and looking at my pubic hair, his tongue going in, licking and scraping. I couldn't help but shout out my pleasure.

In the close-up shot, my two itchy, tingling, and stinging red lips were clearly visible. He licked my ruby-like "flesh beads," then inserted two fingers, digging and pinching randomly inside my vagina. Using both tongue and fingers, it was a unique experience; I was overwhelmed and cried out.

Unable to bear it any longer, I changed position, burying my face between his legs, taking his life-giving essence into my mouth, and touching his anus with my fingers.

The young and impulsive Luan Shi Kuang, seemingly about to erupt like a volcano, suddenly withdrew his life-giving essence, wet with my saliva, and then, right next to my cleavage, unstoppable, spraying his semen all over my breasts.

I didn't complain about his lack of stamina, because in my experience, Luan Shi Kuang's "second shot" would come soon, and I would have more time to enjoy myself. Sure

enough, after ejaculating, his life-giving essence was still hard and showed no signs of deflation.

He hoisted my thighs onto his shoulders, as if to demonstrate his indomitable spirit, and his thick penis plunged deeply into my "crack," his body pressing against my semen-covered breasts, rhythmically thrusting in and out like a piston, each stroke incredibly pleasurable.

"Ah...oh! Don't be too rough, go faster..." I screamed, my body arching backward, my hair disheveled.

I started trembling all over, thrusting in and out, once again experiencing the ecstasy of a "rough" man.

Afterwards, he stupidly asked me if I had sent the photos online. Of course, I denied it—just kidding! If my husband found out, it could lead to a murder case, and I wouldn't even be able to have casual flings anymore.

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