Making chickens to relieve lust

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"Honey, dinner's ready!"

I called out to my husband in the study as always. He's a very career-driven man; since we got married, he's been completely focused on his work, utterly ignoring me, his beautiful wife. This time was no exception. I called him several times, but he didn't come out. Frustrated, I went to the study and said, "Boss, dinner's ready!"

Only then did he turn around and obediently come out. Dinner was still as boring as ever. He never cared about me; his eyes were only on company matters. I asked gently, "Do you remember what day it is today?"

He looked up at me, completely blank. This guy had probably forgotten about me—it's our wedding anniversary!

I said angrily, "Have you forgotten?"

He calmly replied, "Forgot what? Explain clearly."

Oh my god, I was so angry! Does this guy even consider me his wife? How could he forget something like this?

I married him at 26, and now I'm 28. He's never given me a single surprise, and we can even count the number of times we've made love on one hand. I was the campus belle in college, with an outstanding figure and a face that outshone countless women. My skin was as white as snow, my straight nose exuded confidence, and my rounded chin possessed both the cold elegance of an ice queen and the unique charm of a young woman. My breasts, though not large, were a D cup, and the deep cleavage they created drew countless men's attention on the street. My 75cm height made me stand out among women, and my long, alluring, white legs had countless virgins fantasizing. My slender figure and waist, easily encircled by two hands—why couldn't I possibly captivate the man before me? I crossed my legs, striking a seductive pose, and said, "Today is our wedding anniversary. Shouldn't you do something special?"

He glanced at me coldly, picked up his newspaper, and said, "Oh."

Oh?! My husband was so busy he forgot our wedding anniversary? His words instantly enraged me. I snatched the newspaper from his hand and said, "Are you seeing someone else?"

My husband looked at me, bewildered. How could this blockhead understand a woman's thoughts? He kept saying, "No, no,

" to appease me. I straightened up, offering my breasts to his lips, and said coquettishly, "Tell me, isn't my figure attractive enough for you?"

My husband chuckled, "I have work to do, don't be silly!"

Am I not seducing him? I got up and went to the living room, gently drawing the curtains. After all, this was a private matter between husband and wife; it would be incredibly embarrassing if the neighbors saw us. I closed the door, turned off the lights, and pulled my husband towards our room. He was half-pushed and coaxed onto the bed. Seeing his bewildered look, I slowly turned on some saxophone music and hid in the dressing room for a while before coming out.

I changed into a sexy outfit, a red gown that rivaled any star on the red carpet. I had carefully chosen this dress for a long time before finally settling on this backless design. The red fabric stretched all the way to my thighs, the deep V-neck cascading down to my chest, connected by several black ribbons. All the details were secured by a thin red ribbon that converged at the back of my neck, which I had simply tied in a knot so my husband could easily untie it. Once the knot was untied, the entire dress would instantly slip down, revealing my sexy body.

I applied some sexy lipstick and slowly walked out. My husband looked at me and laughed, "Where's your bra strap?"

I chuckled. I couldn't wear that with this dress. If a bra strap appeared on my fair, delicate shoulders, wouldn't it ruin the whole thing? I didn't answer my husband. I slowly swayed my body to the rhythm, deliberately slowing down my movements with each turn so he could easily see my two full, snow-white breasts and admire their perfect curves. You know, the curve of breasts reveals their sexiness; sagging breasts can't form a perfect curve, they're just soft and limp, not beautiful at all, but disgusting.

My husband carefully watched my movements, so aroused he almost had a nosebleed. I told him, what man doesn't fall for this? So I quickened my pace, trying my best to showcase my genuine breasts and full, graceful legs through my dance, changing the direction of my legs as they danced in the air, the mysterious area between my legs faintly visible. Combined with the suggestive music and dim lighting, my husband's crotch swelled completely.

I felt my full breasts sway with my movements, and a surge of excitement welled up inside me. Suddenly, my husband jumped out of bed and walked up to me. He hugged my waist, his erection rubbing against my thighs, as if he wanted to dance with me. His eyes were fixed on my chest. But he was my husband; if it were any other man, I would have slapped him immediately. I obediently placed my hands on his shoulders, moving my body in accordance with his gaze, making sure he would immediately pull away whenever he tried to glimpse what was under my clothes, leaving him unable to have it. My husband's heart raced, and a surge of heat rushed to his penis, making it grow larger and larger.

His movements suddenly became more vigorous. He inhaled the various scents emanating from my body—my neck, ears, face, and lips—and at that moment, he was completely immersed in the intense sexual cues my body was giving him! My breasts bounced against his chest, rubbing up and down. I, a woman, was no match for this big man's strength. My unrestrained breasts bounced violently, constantly changing shape before returning to their original round shape.

His hands caressed my smooth back, stimulating it until they reached the knot at the back of my neck.

I couldn't let him have me so easily now. This guy had ignored me for so long; I'd better punish him properly. I seized the opportunity, pushed him away, and started dancing on my own. He rushed over, trying to hug me and continue the stimulation, but I wouldn't let him. Just then, my husband said anxiously, "Wife, don't go, don't go!"

I chuckled, finally having no choice but to hide in a corner. But he quickly caught up, and my body pressed against his.

"Wife, why aren't you wearing a bra? I can see your nipples,"

my husband said.

"You just realized?"

I asked, feigning ignorance.

He kept leering at my chest, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Of course I wasn't wearing anything, he only just realized. I said sweetly, "Do you know how to take this off?"

My husband shook his head, clearly eager to know.

I said seductively, "It's the knot at the back of my neck, just untie it and it'll come off."

My husband laughed and reached behind my back. I leaned back, pressing his hand between my back and the wall.

I continued to tease him, "I didn't tie a knot that's too tight, it'll come off easily."

My husband said, "Really? Then I'll have to try."

I created a little space in the air, and my husband took the opportunity to grab the knot and loosen it. The entire dress instantly came undone, hanging down to my firm breasts, held in the air by my erect breasts. Instead of falling, it created an opportunity for my husband to come into close contact with a deep cleavage. The beautiful curve of my breasts was firmly reflected in his eyes, making it even more sexy.

My husband, burning with desire, hugged me around the waist and immediately gave me a passionate kiss, making my face flush red and my whole body hot. My hands naturally moved to his chest, playing with his nipples. Our tongues exchanged passionately during our kiss, overlapping each other heavily.

His hand traced a path down my neck, across the soft flesh of my upper breasts, finally grasping my right breast tightly as if clutching a lifeline.

His pressure on my breast caused the fabric of my clothing to stimulate my nipple, making it erect violently, while a familiar wave of desire washed over me.

My husband's hand began to knead my breast forcefully, shaping it in his hands, his fingers digging deep into the flesh, squeezing and releasing it. He inhaled my body's fragrance, kissing my neck, leaving traces of saliva.

"Be gentle!"

"I'm getting a little tired of his rubbing," I complained, blushing. "Although vigorous rubbing can give a woman pleasure, I can't take it like he's trying to tear my breasts off or crush them." My husband then lightened his grip a little, and we moved closer together. I pushed away his hands that were holding my breasts, hugged him tightly, and kissed him passionately. The intense kiss made me feel my husband's love for me. We were entangled in a passionate embrace. I rubbed my breasts against his body, feeling the stimulation from the friction against his hard pectoral muscles. The friction of my breasts against his upper body made my body even softer. I let out soft, intermittent moans that reached my husband's ear, making his lower body even more aroused. He took a deep breath and we had a crazy French kiss until our tongues were numb before we separated. My husband continued to stimulate my earlobes and neck, then kissed my breasts downwards. The milky scent of my breasts and their extremely curved, perky shape intoxicated him, as if he were wandering in a jungle of breasts.

With such tempting breasts before me, how could I resist taking a taste? He explored every inch of my breasts with his lips and tongue, my face flushed, my body heaving sensitively with his stimulation, wishing I could offer every inch of my untouched breasts to his mouth! After my breasts were covered in his saliva, the erect nipples between the fabric were destined to be sucked. My husband grabbed my half-draped clothes, about to pull them down, when the annoying phone rang.

"Honey, I'm going to take a call, I'll be right back."

Does he think work is more important than me? At a time like this, when I'm itching for your attention, why aren't you touching or kissing my full breasts, and instead you're answering the phone? I puffed out my chest in annoyance and said, "You don't want them anymore?"

My husband looked at my breasts, which seemed to be "crying out

" for his attention, no longer obeying my commands but calling for his affection. The scent of longing for sex emanating from my body intoxicated the man before me. I looked at him with unparalleled allure and moaned sweetly again, "I want them!"

My heart was pounding, desperately hoping my husband would stay, but I was wrong. He resolutely left me to attend to his work. In that instant, I felt nothing.

To outsiders, he was lucky to have a beautiful and sexy wife, but I felt no joy whatsoever. Several times we slept together only because I was drunk. He never cared about me, which chilled my heart and ignited an unprecedented anger within me.

My husband came in after finishing his phone call, intending to continue the conversation, but before he even reached the bed, I kicked him out. He asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Let's continue."

I gave a cold laugh, ignored him, and went back to sleep.

He came over and asked, "I'm busy with work, you should understand."

Without turning around, I retorted, "I don't need your concern, plenty of men care about me."

My husband laughed loudly, "Who cares about you? You don't have any other men."

I retorted angrily, "Then I'll go out and become a prostitute, plenty of men will love me!"

My husband didn't take it seriously at all; he thought I would never do such a thing. But he was wrong. Anger can cloud judgment, and I don't know why, but this crazy idea popped into my head. What's wrong with selling myself once if I can just let this guy get really angry? The next morning, I contacted my old friend, Sister Lei, an older woman in this line of work. We arranged to meet at a familiar restaurant. After exchanging pleasantries, we got down to business.

"What? You're a married woman doing this? Aren't you afraid your husband will kill you?" Lei's wife laughed.

I shook my head. I wished he really cared; I was afraid he wouldn't even care if I did it. I quickly said, "Pshaw! Who cares? It would be great if he really cared about me."

"Decided?"

Lei's wife asked.

"Yes,"

I said.

I handed Lei's wife the photos I'd taken and said, "Look at what kind of guy I can find."

Lei's wife laughed and said, "You're so pretty, you can find anyone." We discussed it, and she asked if I had any specific requirements. I briefly explained my thoughts: first, the client must be healthy; I don't want to get sick. I decided where to do it, and he had to listen to me.

Aunt Lei nodded and said, "Someone as beautiful as you is right to have higher expectations, but since you're only doing this once, I need to remind you to always use safety measures. Don't let things get out of hand."

I nodded. Of course, Aunt Lei pulled out a condom from her bag and was about to hand it to me, but I refused. I could handle that myself. I wanted to see my husband's reaction and give him one last chance.

For the next three days, Aunt Lei easily found me a client. Let's call him Uncle Zhang. He's a retired old man, about six years old. I chose him for two reasons: first, younger men are harder to control and might do other things; second, older men generally have lower sexual ability and are more prone to ejaculation, so it wouldn't take too much effort from me. After

we found a suitable client, Aunt Lei waited for my reply. My husband also came home at that time.

I walked over one last time and said, "Honey."

Before I could finish, he interrupted me, "Wife. I'm going to a business dinner with Sister Lei and Brother Lei tonight. I'll be leaving soon."

I stared blankly at his retreating figure.

I said coldly, "Are you really leaving?"

My husband, dressed in his new clothes, turned around and said, "Yes."

I sneered and sat back down. "Go ahead. I'm going out too. Don't regret it."

My husband, confused by my nonsensical words, left anyway.

The moment the door closed, I texted Sister Lei.

"Sister Lei, you and my husband are going out for dinner tonight, right?"

"Yes, my husband and I are both going. We haven't found a place to eat yet."

"Sister Lei, why don't you go to the room across from my house? You cook, and they can stay there."

"Why are you saying this? What's wrong?"

If we're going to play, let's play big! I've decided on our own home, so Uncle Zhang can have his way with us in our bed! "Do as I say,"

I said.

Soon, in the room across the hall, Sister Lei and her husband were chatting, their voices echoing in the hallway. I took a shower, changed into the clothes Sister Lei had prepared for me, and put on heavy, alluring makeup.

An unprecedented sense of worldliness washed over me.

I took a few sips of wine, and emboldened by the alcohol, I sat in the living room, the empty space echoing with the ticking of the clock.

Tonight, I would no longer keep my body for my husband; it would soon be taken by a six-year-old man.

The door opened, and an old man walked in. Uncle Zhang looked quite robust, with dark skin. He wasn't very tall, probably only reaching my shoulder. Facing him, he could clearly see my chest, which was quite awkward.

I shook his hand briefly, and his strong masculine scent filled my nostrils. I didn't actually dislike having sex with older men, but I was still a little nervous.

I walked around the house briefly. Uncle Zhang watched my firm, shapely buttocks, my long, white legs perfectly proportioned, without any excess fat, my full breasts swaying with each step, my fair skin and deep cleavage extremely beautiful. His penis involuntarily hardened.

Although I didn't look directly at him, I could roughly guess what was going on.

I could even hear Uncle Zhang muttering about my body: "That Lei sister-in-law really knows how to find women, no wonder I spent my entire year's pension on this!"

Uncle Zhang carried a small black bag; I didn't know what was inside, but I felt that the person Lei sister-in-law had introduced couldn't be a bad person, so I didn't worry too much. I quietly waited for him to finish showering and change into a towel. His belly was protruding, and the white towel wrapped around his lower body didn't look too disgusting.

I lowered my head helplessly and sighed softly. I'd come this far; there was no turning back. I took Uncle Zhang to my husband's and my room, slept in our bed, and began my first experience as a prostitute.

I rolled over and straddled Uncle Zhang, slowly unhooking my hair clip, my black hair cascading down to my waist. My eyes were alluring as I removed every piece of clothing from my body in front of Uncle Zhang—my coat, my skirt, leaving only a black lace bra and a black thong. Uncle Zhang touched my stomach, occasionally stroking my long, slender thighs. He stood up and kissed me. Although I half-dodged, I gave in. The alcohol I had drunk was gradually taking effect. Uncle Zhang held me tightly, his tongue swirling around my lips. His large hands gripped my soft, slender waist, inhaling the fragrance emanating from my body intentionally or unintentionally. Looking at myself in the mirror, at the woman with a flushed face and a voluptuous figure, my shame was slowly shattered by lust.

We kissed passionately, and I used the same kiss I had with my husband on him, without holding back. My heart softened at the stimulation of his tongue, and his throbbing penis pressed against my thighs. He spun around, pulling me down and pinning me beneath him. My breasts pressed firmly against his body, and Uncle Zhang took the opportunity to knead my soft buttocks. He leered and said, "Beautiful lady, your buttocks are so soft. I really like you. Will you serve me well later?"

My face flushed even more. I had never heard such lewd words before. Uncle Zhang placed his hands on my legs, trying to pry them apart, but I twisted my waist and clamped my legs tightly together, not giving him a chance. Uncle Zhang was patient. Seeing that I was still struggling, he realized there was no point in continuing, so he took my hand and pressed it down on the bed. We kissed again, our tongues swirling and exchanging in each other's mouths. My desire was being aroused little by little by him.

I didn't have much strength to resist, and said, "No, go away...no, go away...go away..."

Uncle Zhang had countless experiences with prostitutes; he knew how to handle it. He said, "Beautiful lady, is this your first time doing this?"

I nodded, blushing, and said, "How did you know?"

Uncle Zhang laughed, "I knew at a glance. Haha."

He kissed my lips again, his tongue entwined in mine. The continuous French kiss made me breathless, and I couldn't help but gasp for air. Our tongues chased each other. Seeing me slowly loosen my grip, Uncle Zhang took the opportunity to grab my shoulder straps from behind, and with a swish, they slid off my shoulders. Then, with a snap, he untied the restraints on my chest, throwing the black lace bra aside. He released my mouth, pushed me down, and grabbed my breast directly with one large hand, roughly kneading the large, easily grasped breast in his hand. Instantly, my breasts were occupied, and I could only respond to his kneading with soft moans.

Uncle Zhang proudly grasped my breasts, one on each side, savoring the amazing elasticity of these two treasures. He kneaded and rubbed every part of my breasts without any slackening. Seeing my panting, he increased the strength in his hands.

Uncle Zhang's penis was erect to an unprecedented degree. My long hair was spread out on the sheets, and my alluring breasts rose and fell with Uncle Zhang's kneading, their S-shaped curves trembling with his rhythm. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, rubbing them incessantly, the stimulation shooting straight to my heart. I swallowed hard, both my own saliva and the saliva Uncle Zhang had left on my lips during our kiss.

Uncle Zhang leaned down and kissed my neck, intoxicated by every scent emanating from it, greedily sucking on the white skin of my neck. I panted dazedly. He secretly placed his hand on my flat stomach, slowly slipping it under my underwear, smoothly taking control of my private parts. His hand teased my moist labia.

"Mmm! Huff, huff, huff, huff, huff, huff..."

I gasped, "How many women have you touched?"

Uncle Zhang laughed and said, "I've been a slut for almost two years."

What a lecherous old man, I thought to myself. My panting fueled Uncle Zhang's arousal. He easily unzipped my panties, and I was pushed down onto the bed, writhing my body. My tender breasts were played with from side to side, and my labia were swayed from side to side. The old man on top of me made my face flush red. I wrapped my arms around his waist. Perhaps it was the stimulation of lust, but this time I did something I had never done before. I took the initiative to spread my legs apart and tightly wrapped them around Uncle Zhang's waist.

I gasped, "Just a little suckle, okay? It's so itchy right now."

Uncle Zhang laughed and agreed, "Beautiful lady, of course! I'll suck your milk out!"

"Let me see."

Uncle Zhang looked at my breasts. I had never been looked at like that by another man before, let alone my nipples. It was the first time, no matter when.

"Bright red!"

Uncle Zhang said happily.

"Then you'll have to treat them well."

I opened my arms and hugged Uncle Zhang's head, pressing it to my chest. He skillfully kissed my nipples. Bright red nipples were rare for a prostitute, which only further stimulated Uncle Zhang's sensitive nerves.

Uncle Zhang opened his mouth and sucked hard on my nipple. His tongue teased the sensitive nipple, licking, sucking, rubbing with his teeth, and biting hard, like a grown child in my arms. My nipples and breasts, stimulated, became more erect, more upturned, and more elastic. I trembled and relaxed every part of my body, letting Uncle Zhang roam over my chest and genitals.

I cooperated by taking off my underwear and putting it aside, instantly exposing my last private parts to him. My beautiful labia were slightly red, my pubic hair was dark, and my honey pot was overflowing with lustful fluid. Uncle Zhang took off the towel wrapped around his waist, raised his thick, brown penis, and the purplish-black glans was constantly emitting heat.

I took out a condom from the cabinet and put it on Uncle Zhang. This is what my husband and I often use when we make love. This time, right here in our sleeping place, where we mate, I was going to give my body to another man from who-knows-where.

I closed my eyes, afraid and terrified, waiting for his invasion.

Uncle Zhang grabbed my thighs, aimed his menacing penis at my vaginal opening, forced open my labia, and forcefully thrust the head of his penis inside. Using the slippery vagina, he penetrated deep inside, the entire length disappearing without a trace.

"Ah!"

I cried out. My vagina felt the fullness he brought, making me incredibly tight. I sucked on his glans, his penis, every part of it, making him feel numb. I gripped his body, my uterus and his penis perfectly aligned. Uncle Zhang rose and thrust forcefully, each time penetrating deeply, pulling out a gush of vaginal fluid, then plunging in completely, each thrust hitting my uterus. Dozens of thrusts gave me intense pleasure. I panted and moaned beneath him, constantly contracting my uterus and vagina, stimulating his glans and penis. Vaginal fluid flowed like a flood, continuously flowing between our labia, soaking a large patch of the sheet beneath us, the scent of sex filling the entire room.

“Beautiful lady, let’s play something else.”

Uncle Zhang took out a black bag he had brought, and pulled out a series of used condoms filled with various kinds of semen! I asked weakly, “This…how do you want to play?”

I didn’t understand what he wanted to do with so many used condoms. Uncle Zhang explained his reason to me, while simultaneously thrusting his penis in and out. My labia were turned inside out during the thrusting, and his penis was thrusting very powerfully, forcing me to suppress my moans and listen to him with a flushed face.

“These are semen bags I found at the club. I want to smear them on your body and enjoy them!”

Uncle Zhang said. I looked at him in surprise. It wasn’t that I didn’t accept these things, but I didn’t expect him to have this hobby. I said, “As long as it’s not inside the vagina, can you promise?” Uncle Zhang

smiled and nodded. I could tell he had played with these things on many women, but my desire had already been aroused, and I didn’t care about anything else.

Uncle Zhang picked up the condom, turned it inside out, and poured the semen inside onto my breasts. Although I didn't know which man had ejaculated on which prostitute, I could still smell the man's scent.

He smeared the white semen around my breasts, then stuck out his tongue and ate every drop. His saliva and semen mixed together and he fed it to Uncle Zhang. My breasts were covered in this mixture of liquids, making them glisten. He played with it enthusiastically, scooping more and more semen from the condom and smearing it all over my body, savoring every drop like a female body feast. He greedily licked my face, my fair neck, my long legs, my breasts, my lower abdomen, sucking on my nipples until they trembled, shaking the semen around my breasts and areolas.

Seeing that he had eaten enough, Uncle Zhang put down the bag, grabbed my buttocks, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Another long thrusting session began! I was so overwhelmed by his thrusts that I responded to his movements, my hands gripping the sheets and my hips wiggling.

"Ah! Ya! Ahhhhh! So deep!"

"I can't take it anymore, it's so fast."

"Harder! Okay? Harder!"

I groaned like a madman, completely oblivious to my husband right next door. Uncle Zhang thrust violently, and I contracted repeatedly. I wanted to release my desire right there! I gestured for Uncle Zhang to carry me to the door. I opened the door and said, "Let's do it here, I'll make you cum!"

Uncle Zhang was clearly a little scared. This was the hallway outside my house, with other residents living across the street and around it. My husband was in the house across the street, but with Aunt Lei watching over me, I felt much more at ease. I just wanted to give my husband a good beating.

"I accepted something so disgusting, and now you won't accept me?"

I said.

Uncle Zhang laughed and scolded, "Who's afraid? Let's do it!"

We lay down in the middle of the street in a traditional position. Luckily, no one was around, or they would have had a good look. I kept contracting my vagina.

Uncle Zhang laughed and said, "Want to try some?" He took out a condom from his bag. Inside was yellow semen, seemingly freshly ejaculated, still faintly warm and moist.

"It's okay, try some!"

Uncle Zhang opened his mouth and swallowed the semen from the condom.

"Oh. Mmm!"

We kissed tightly, I could feel semen constantly being transferred from his mouth to mine. I tried to taste it, but it was awful, and most of it flowed out of our mouths.

My mouth full of semen made me look even more lewd.

"It tastes awful!"

I complained.

Uncle Zhang chuckled, "It's like this the first time, you'll get used to it after a few more times."

I turned my head away and said, "I don't want to do it a second time, hurry up and get moving, don't forget

your lower body while your mouth is moving!" Uncle Zhang leered and hugged me, passionately kissing my body, kneading my smooth breasts, his thrusts, changing shapes and rising and falling, made me feel both pain and pleasure. My breasts swayed up and down with his thrusts, I tilted my head back to feel everything, panting and moaning, sweating profusely. Uncle Zhang kept thrusting into me, the stimulation of his glans spreading throughout his body.

Uncle Zhang frantically thrust into my honey hole, finally trembling as he ejaculated thick streams of semen. I supported him until he finished ejaculating before slowly pulling his limp penis out of me. I took off the condom for him, told him to go take a shower, and that I would be back soon.

I looked at the semen in the green condom, then at the sound of my husband socializing across the door, and threw the condom on the ground, the white semen flowing out of it and onto the floor.

"Ah! Ah!!!"

I gasped, my breath coming in gasps, the waves of orgasm washing over me. We were making love wildly on the other side of the door, while my husband was having his usual business with Lei's wife and her husband.

"Did you hear anything strange?"

my husband asked.

Lei's wife listened carefully and recognized my voice, trembling with fear.

"This girl's gone crazy! She's really going to upset her husband!"

she exclaimed. She quickly changed the subject, saying, "It's probably just those young people doing it. Don't pay attention to them."

My husband, hearing the faint moans outside, which sounded like my voice, went to the door and opened it. All he saw was the hallway filled with the smell of sex, a pool of vaginal fluid, and the used green condom.

"Phew, thank goodness everything's alright."

Aunt Lei breathed a sigh of relief. She said, "People these days are so open-minded."

Her husband nodded with a smile, but Aunt Lei couldn't help but think to herself, "Silly boy, this is what your wife left behind after having sex with a six-year-old man. You don't care about your wife, but plenty of other men do, you idiot!"

After I finished showering, I came out with a towel wrapped around my arm. Uncle Zhang had also rested enough. Seeing that there was still some time left, and unsure if it was enough for another round, we chatted for a bit.

I asked him if there was anything else he wanted to do. Uncle Zhang shook his head and said, "You probably don't want to."

Curious about what else this guy who liked eating other men's semen wanted to do, I laughed and said, "Go ahead, it's okay."

Uncle Zhang said, "I want to play with your asshole!"

I was terrified. I'd never been done that before; it was my first time with my anus. Just as I was about to refuse, my phone rang with a message from my husband.

"Are you home?"

"No. I miss you. Want to come back and keep me company?"

I replied.

He quickly replied again, "I have things to do. You play by yourself."

Play by myself? Okay, I'll play! I said, "I've never tried this before, it's my first time, could you be a little gentler?"

Uncle Zhang laughed and said, "Okay, okay!"

Then he came over and took off my towel, taking my virginity. I watched him take something out of his bag and said, "No need for a condom, right? You won't get pregnant if I ejaculate inside."

Uncle Zhang said, "There's no lubrication in your anus, I'll use the semen here as lubricant, it'll be easier to penetrate that way."

I nodded. I was amazed that semen could be used as lubricant. Just then, my husband called. At that moment, I signaled to Uncle Zhang to ignore me and continue doing what he was doing.

Uncle Zhang smeared the semen from the condom onto his penis and my anus. The slippery feeling was something I had never experienced before. Soon, Uncle Zhang lifted his penis and aimed it at my anus. The glans slowly spread open. At first, it went smoothly, but as the glans penetrated my anus, the intense pain constantly stimulated my body. I gritted my teeth and endured the excruciating pain of my first time penetrating my anus. I slowed down so he could thrust in and out in a doggy-style position. The first few times were a bit difficult, but it quickly became smoother.

"Phew!"

I exclaimed.

It was finally inside.

"What's wrong?"

my husband said on the other end of the phone.

"Nothing. Just busy with some things,"

I said.

"I heard people having sex in the hallway tonight,"

my husband said.

"Really? How come people are like this nowadays?"

I said.

The pleasure emanating from my anus began to surface on my face. Uncle Zhang behind me was relentlessly thrusting into my buttocks. When he pulled out of my anus, a large amount of lubricant-laden semen followed. I covered my vaginal opening with my hand, afraid that this fluid would seep inside.

"Your voice sounds a lot like yours,"

my husband said.

"What? I'm not home,"

I said.

At that moment, Uncle Zhang reached out and squeezed my breasts, the pleasure of his thrusting making him murmur softly.

Our bodies were intertwined in my anus. I tried to keep the phone away from Uncle Zhang, preventing his heavy breathing from reaching us.

I tightly covered my vagina, and the semen from Uncle Zhang's thrusts slid down my hand, covering it with semen.

"What's that sound coming from there?"

my husband asked.

I chuckled, "What do you think?"

I said.

"Is my wife watching porn?"

my husband said.

"Yes. I'll wait for you to come back and pamper me,"

I said.

Uncle Zhang began thrusting into me from behind, our intercourse intense. He thrust deeply into my anus with each stroke. Wasn't I doing what happens in porn? "We'll talk when my wife comes back," I said.

"Okay,"

I replied, then hung up.

I don't know how long it lasted, but Uncle Zhang kicked his legs, and with one final, heavy thrust, his hot semen gushed out, spraying freely into my anus. This was my first time anal sex, and it brought me indescribable pain and pleasure.

That night, I saw Uncle Zhang off, changed the sheets, and my husband came home late. As usual, I took care of him, and we made love. We did it for a long time, battling until dawn.

But he didn't know that the sheets, the condoms he wore, had already been used by other men, and my body had been used too.

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