The feeling of infatuation

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day, as usual, I sat in front of the computer, ready to read a novel to him.

"I'm not reading to you today," he said.

I was stunned, not reacting immediately. "Today, you masturbate for me," he said.

Although we'd been together for over two months, and I was used to him watching my naked body on the other end of the line, and our conversations were familiar, I still froze.

"Like in the novels, masturbate for me," he said. "I haven't seen your vagina in so long, it's always covered by pubic hair. Today, you masturbate for me." I hesitated, because I'd never masturbated before and didn't know where to begin.

"Let's start with your breasts," he instructed. "Hold your breasts with both hands and rub them vigorously." I instinctively placed my hands on my breasts. My breasts weren't very big, just big enough for one hand to hold. I held them with both hands and gently rubbed them, without any skill whatsoever. My palms rubbed back and forth on my nipples, and my hands gripped and squeezed my entire breast. Gradually, I felt my breasts begin to heat up, and my nipples became erect. Gentle rubbing was no longer enough to satisfy my inner desires. I completely forgot about his existence, my mind filled with fantasies of masturbation from novels. I vigorously rubbed my breasts, pushing them towards my chest with both hands, moving them up and down.

"Mmm..." I involuntarily groaned. With a sudden movement, my left nipple peeked out from between my fingers and was pinched hard by the forceful fingers. "Ah..." A wave of pain shot through my body, but it was quickly replaced by an even greater pleasure, as if an electric current was flowing through my entire body. I placed both nipples between my fingers, pinching them between two fingers, squeezing and squeezing my breasts while simultaneously pinching and gently pulling them, keeping the stimulation continuous.

"Okay," his voice suddenly pulled me back to reality. I realized my indulgence and wished I could turn off the video immediately. Blood was flowing rapidly in my breasts, they were hot, and my nipples were like blooming flower buds.

"Now it's time for the next step," he commanded. "Spread your legs apart on the computer desk and touch your pussy in front of the camera." I spread my legs and placed them on the desk, and my pussy was displayed on the video screen. Although we've been married for so long, I've never seen it before. It was already wet. I don't have much pubic hair, which just covered my private parts. Because of the copious amount of vaginal fluid, some pubic hair clung to my labia majora. My labia majora were engorged, tightly enveloping my pussy.

I used my left hand to grasp my right breast in the same position as before, pressing my arm against my left breast and rubbing it incessantly. My right hand reached around from under my crotch and placed on my pussy. "Mmm..." My fingers touched my sensitive private parts, and its temperature was noticeably higher than my body temperature.

I gently parted my labia, sliding my fingers up and down. My labia enveloped my fingers, sticking to my vaginal fluid. Having never masturbated before, I was overwhelmed by this stimulation. "Ah...ah...ah..." I cried out ecstatically, squeezing my breasts faster and sliding my fingers faster as well. Waves of pleasure surged through my brain, my body felt like it was on fire, and I just wanted it to die down quickly.

Suddenly, my finger accidentally touched my clitoris, something I'd never experienced before. "Ah..." I cried out, feeling a sharp jolt, a surge of heat erupting from beneath me, and I slumped back in my chair.

After a while, I came to my senses and realized I was still in the same position. I quickly pulled my feet off the table; my hands were covered in semen, making it impossible to type.

"That's great, such a wonderful experience on your first time masturbating. You're such a slutty woman," he laughed. "That's enough for today, goodbye." All night, I kept replaying the masturbation in my mind, an experience I'd never had with my husband. At

the moment of orgasm, I felt like I was floating in the sky, every pore on my body open. I wished that feeling could last forever. As I thought about it, I found myself getting wet again. I quickly pulled myself away from the sensation and forced myself to sleep.

The next day, he sent me two links. When I opened them, they were two posts on a pornographic forum, both titled "My Lewd Online Friend." One was a photo of me masturbating, and the other was a video. Both were edited and manipulated; my face wasn't visible, but my breasts and vulva were clearly visible. When I opened the video, my wanton moans echoed throughout the room. In just one day, both posts had thousands of views and hundreds of replies, mostly comments like, "So lewd, I want to sleep with her too," "So lewd, bro, you're so lucky," and "What a horny young woman!" There were also comments like, "Very realistic, I wonder what the woman looks like," "Nice moans, but her breasts would be bigger," and "Beautiful labia, looks like she hasn't been with many men."

Even though my face was obscured, I still felt it was me, as if so many people were watching me masturbate. I blushed instantly.

"Not bad, right?" he said. "I posted it online last night, and the moderator even raised my level by two.

So many people saw you, does it feel good?" I lowered my head speechlessly, after all, the photos showed my promiscuity, which was undeniable.

In the following days, I masturbated every day under his teasing, even spreading my labia to show him my vulva. Although I didn't know where he was, what he did, or how old he was, I knew he understood my body better than my husband. Every day, I reached orgasm under his touch. Although I had occasional orgasms when my husband was with me, I had never reached orgasm every day like this. My body had become more sensitive, but he didn't affect my life. I seemed to be becoming more and more addicted to this feeling.

Orgasm Experience Thursday, my husband returned home from his business trip, and the "playboy" didn't bother us as usual. Since my husband hadn't touched me for more than a week while he was away, after dinner, he eagerly carried me to bed. We used to do this once or twice a week, and my husband was very traditional; he would just kiss me, touch my breasts, and then penetrate me.

My husband acted as usual, but I could feel a change in my body. His simple caresses were enough to make me wet. He held his penis, pressed it against my vagina, and gently pushed it in. Thanks to the lubrication, it went in easily.

My husband asked, "Why are you wet so quickly today?" "I missed you. You've been away on business for days and haven't talked to me," I said coquettishly.

My husband climbed on top of me, his penis moving in and out of my vagina. My vaginal fluid increased, gripping his penis. Within minutes, he sped up. I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I arched my back to meet his thrusts. "Ah...ah..." we both cried out. I felt his penis grow larger inside my vagina, filling my lower body. Soon, a surge of hot fluid washed over my vagina; my husband ejaculated. At that moment, I felt an orgasm about to come, but his penis slowly softened, and the fullness in my vagina disappeared. It felt like there was a liquid inside my vagina, wanting to burst out but unable to.

While this had happened before, I usually lay down next to my husband, resting my head on his arm, chatting for a while, and then falling asleep. But today, I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body. My nipples were erect, my vagina was open, and I rolled over, clamping my legs around my husband's, hugging his blanket, my breasts rubbing against his chest, my labia rubbing against his thighs. "Ah...ah..." I cried out unrestrainedly, increasing my intensity, as if trying to suck his thighs into my vagina.

The climax finally arrived, but it lacked the fulfillment I usually felt when making love with my husband. It felt like I had merely released the heat within me, leaving me still feeling empty inside.

[The End]

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