My husband remotely directed me to shop at sex toy stores.

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-23

My name is Lili, and I'm 24 years old.
My husband and I live in a medium-sized city in northern China. We met two years ago through a friend. He's
a purchasing manager at a company and is three years older than me.
We got along very well, so we slept together about two weeks after we met.
Before my husband, I had slept with two other people, and he's not a virgin either; he seemed to have had many women before me
, which we both tacitly acknowledged.
My husband is very good to me, and he's very skilled with his penis, always bringing me to multiple orgasms. So, I do my best to please him in
bed .
This makes him say that I'm a beautiful little princess when I'm dressed, but a slutty little whore when I'm undressed.
Although we still have sex often after marriage, it's clearly not as passionate and exciting as when we first met. My husband
is very vigorous, but I know that while he's having sex with me, he's thinking about other women.
And I, too, crave exciting and unconventional sex.
Once, during an orgasm, I involuntarily told my husband that I wanted my dad and brother to fuck my pussy. Hearing this,
his penis got even bigger, and he thrust into me wildly, so much so that I couldn't stand up the next day.
Later, my husband told me that if I were fucked by someone else, he would feel sour, but also more excited.
I called him a pervert, and he laughed, saying I was the pervert, what else could it be but fantasizing about having my dad and brother fuck me?
Not to be outdone, I asked him if he would be disgusted if a stranger fucked me. While squeezing my
breasts and slapping my buttocks, my husband said, "I will always love my darling wife, the sluttier you are, the more I love you."
We both have relatively modern views, so we're not shy about sex; in fact, you could say we're quite bold.
That day, while my husband was fucking me, he told me that if he ever couldn't control himself and "cheated
," he wouldn't let me suffer. He would even help me "cheat" by creating opportunities for a stranger to fuck my pussy
.
Hearing this, my heart pounded, and I quickly punched him to hide my excitement.
My husband hugged me tightly and said, "Don't worry, my darling wife, I keep my word."
And that's how the story unfolded.
My husband went on a business trip to a coastal city. Ostensibly, it was a business trip, but in reality, his company's suppliers were using the opportunity
to pay him to have fun. Since next year's procurement bidding was about to begin, suppliers of my husband's key position
certainly wouldn't miss the chance to win him over, and my husband took
the opportunity to have a good time. My husband would call me at night, sometimes teasing me, asking if I was cheating on him.
During the few days he was away, I happened to be in my arousal period, masturbating almost every day. Whenever
he teased me, I would act horny on the phone, begging him to come back and fuck me soon.
My husband grinned slyly and said, "Since your husband's not here, you're getting a perfect opportunity to try something new!"
I said coquettishly, "Big dick husband, no one else's dick is as big as yours. I just love having you fuck
me. Good husband, please come back soon."
My husband was getting a little excited too, and he lowered his voice and said, "Sweetie, these past few days, Xiao Xu has been keeping me company at
the factory. Seeing her reminds me of you, and I really want to pounce on her and fuck her slutty cunt hard."
Xiao Xu is a beautiful woman from the supplier's side. She used to often come to our city to treat my husband and other salesmen to meals
. Sometimes my husband would bring me along, so I knew her too.
I said, not without a hint of jealousy, "Hmph, I know you've wanted to fuck her for a long time. Anyway, your wife isn't around to watch you, so go ahead and
fuck her as much as you want. Her big ass is easier to fuck than mine."
My husband chuckled and said, "Alright, baby wife, your ass is good to fuck.
You know I like women with big asses.
I'll be back in a few days, so your ass won't be empty then!"
Then, I heard him sigh comfortably, and I said, "If you're really pent up, I'll give you special permission to go fuck Xiao Xu
. It's better than those prostitutes outside, but you have to use a condom. You're not allowed to ejaculate our semen on her. All your
semen is mine!"
"Haha, I have to thank my slutty wife for her great kindness! Hahaha..."
After chatting for a while, we hung up the phone.
I couldn't sleep at night, my mind filled with images of men's bodies. I could only turn on the computer, watch
the AVs my husband had collected, and see scenes of rape and group sex, fantasizing that I was being raped by a bunch of men
, and also fantasizing that I and Xiao Xu were both bent over, licking my husband's penis... I masturbated while fantasizing.
Only after orgasming did I drift off to sleep.
The next day at noon, I was taking a nap when a text message from my husband woke me up.
I almost couldn't believe my eyes when I opened the message: "Wife, I slept with her."
"Her,"
of course, was Xiao Xu, and this guy even added a smiley face! I immediately called my husband.
As soon as he answered, he started apologizing. Actually, I wasn't that angry. Logically, I should have been furious, or
crying and feeling deceived.
But I wasn't very angry, nor did I feel like crying; I was even a little excited.
If my husband hadn't told me, wouldn't I have known he slept with Xiao Xu too? The fact that he told me meant he was still my
honest husband.
But I couldn't let my husband know this, so on the phone I only listened to him talk, and finally just summarized with
one sentence: "My man is amazing."
My tone was lukewarm, leaving him confused.
Sure enough, my husband changed his playful tone and cautiously asked, "Baby, are you angry?"
I didn't answer.
Knowing my temper, my husband joked again, "Baby, be good. I promised you I'd
find stranger to fuck you, okay? You've been so pent up these past few days, haven't you? I know your little pussy can't be without a dick for a day.
I'll play a thrilling game with you, will you forgive me?"
My heart skipped a beat. After a short while, I pretended to ask him what the game was.
My husband said he'd only tell me if I wasn't angry anymore, but he promised it would be the most exciting game.
I deliberately said, "Then I'll have to hear if your game can satisfy your wife first."
My husband didn't lie to me and told me the details of the game: he would remotely control me via phone and text message, directing me to go to sex
shops, but only to shops with only one man inside; if things went smoothly, I would be fucked by the strange shop owner
.
This game sounds really exciting! Just hearing my husband's description made me excited, but I didn't say anything.
My husband seemed to know what I was thinking and kept coaxing me to agree, saying that he
would experience this exciting game with me on the other end of the phone.
Finally, we agreed to start playing later that night, with one condition: I would follow my husband's instructions completely
. He was the remote control, and I was the puppet he controlled.
At 10 p.m., I called my husband again, locked the door, and rode my bike out of the neighborhood.
I'm a natural slut; after waiting for seven or eight long hours, I was almost going crazy.
My vagina had been wet all afternoon; I'd spent the whole day naked at home. The thought of possibly
having my vagina incredibly itchy.
As soon as I received my husband's instructions, I couldn't wait to carry them out.
As he requested, I put on a mini-skirt I'd just bought last week and a tight t-shirt, but he
forbade me to wear underwear or a bra.
He asked if my nipples were visible from the outside, and I replied that they were very clear when erect.
My husband was very satisfied. He said he was already lying in bed, naked, fantasizing about his beautiful wife being fucked.
I told a little lie: I wasn't wearing a bra, but rather semi-transparent underwear.
Anyway, he wouldn't know.
My husband instructed me to look around Phoenix Street.
Phoenix Street is in the suburbs, not far from home. Although the street isn't long, many hair salons are hidden in the alleys, and therefore
, many adult product stores and sex shops are also located there.
Moreover, there aren't many pedestrians here, so I wouldn't attract too much attention.
Sure enough, the street wasn't crowded. Every house had air conditioning; no one wanted to go out to cool off before bed.
A few scattered "beauty salons"
emitted provocative pink lights, and you could vaguely see prostitutes
dressed provocatively, attracting customers in places where pedestrians could see them.
Suddenly, I felt like a prostitute, about to be fucked by a man I didn't even know, my
still-dripping cunt. Then it dawned on me: I was the customer, and the men in those sex shops were
the prostitutes. Soon, some lucky scumbag would be chosen by me to rape and abuse me. While
he fucked me, he was also being used by me.
I pretended to be taking a walk, slowly pushing my bike along the street. There were no streetlights; my husband was wise enough to know
that if there were, I would be more cautious.
Soon, I chose a shop.
It was located deep in a secluded alley, and the "Health Products Specialist"
sign at the entrance stood like a lighthouse in the dark alley, drawing me in.
My heart was racing. Perhaps the shop owner was a woman.
I thought this, feeling a little disappointed.
As I passed the shop, the door suddenly opened, and a girl around 20 years old rushed out
, looking flustered. Seeing me, she lowered her head and quickly ran towards the alley entrance.
I guessed she was there to buy condoms or some kind of emergency contraceptive. Behind her was a man around 30 years old,
about to close the sliding door; he was probably the shop owner. He wasn't good-looking or tall, but the shop owner
was a man.
He glanced at me, and my face flushed. I pretended to continue walking, pushing my cart.
I only stopped when I saw him enter the shop; I was at the end of the alley.
I immediately took out my phone and called my husband.
He asked, "Honey, how are you feeling?"
I answered truthfully, "Very excited, but it's very uncomfortable down there."
My husband said, "Sweetie, don't worry, let's choose this one. We'll contact each other via text message later. Just do as I say
."
I hung up, turned the cart around, and walked back.
I kept an eye on my surroundings; no one was in the alley.
I locked my car next to the shop door, then pushed it open and went inside.
The shop was dimly lit with a yellowish light. The man who had been reading the book earlier looked slightly surprised when he saw me come in. He quickly put the book down
and greeted me, "What do you need?"
I glanced at the book he was reading; it was a pornographic magazine bought from the street vendor. The cover showed a woman kneeling on the ground,
her buttocks sticking out , as if waiting for every man reading the book to penetrate her.
I was so nervous I could hear my heart pounding! My face must have been burning red.
I whispered that I was just looking around and quickly pulled out my phone. My husband's text message arrived almost impatiently:
"Honey, what's it like inside?"
I replied quickly, "Just him and me. They sell sexy lingerie, dildos, condoms—quite a lot."
My husband replied just as quickly: "Go pick out a dildo."
I was excited; I felt my underwear was already soaked.
My vaginal fluid had become cool, coating my vulva, itchy and uncomfortable. I really wanted to take it off. I should have listened to my husband
and not worn underwear.
I told my husband I was too embarrassed and asked if I could look at lingerie first. I could feel his trembling hands as he texted
; he was typing incredibly fast.
He instructed me to pick a pink lingerie set, the kind that showed off my breasts and vulva.
The store didn't have many lingerie options, but I spotted a black lace one, the kind my husband liked.
Wearing it would expose both my vulva and breasts.
As I fiddled with the lingerie, I could almost feel the burning gaze on my back.
It felt like he wanted to devour me.
I secretly glanced at the shop owner out of the corner of my eye and saw him sitting there, his eyes fixed on me, one
hand down there.
He was wearing shorts, and he was masturbating too! I told my husband this, and he told me to bend over so
he could see my bare vulva.
I pretended to look at the aphrodisiacs on the lower shelf of the display case, obediently sticking my butt out. Although I was wearing underwear, I
knew it was practically the same as not wearing any. The shopkeeper behind me could not only see my vulva, but
also that my panties were completely soaked with my juices! The breathing behind me became heavy. I
told my husband that he had seen me sticking my butt out.
My husband replied that I should ask him how much the black suit I had picked out cost. No matter what price he quoted, I had
to bargain, and then casually rub my breasts against his body! My husband's request was so perverted, yet so
stimulating . My mind went blank, and I felt my body trembling—trembling with excitement.

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/175297.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=175297&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Guiltyhell: Twin Elves Side Story - Fragments of Dreams, Part 1

Next Page : The neighbor seduces a married woman

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

My husband remotely directed me to shop at sex toy stores.

comment Open a new window to view comments