Me and the Mirror's Husband

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In the past few years, my husband handled everything from buying the house to decorating. Since I didn't know anything about it, I just listened to him.
He installed a large mirror on the dining room wall, which looked a bit out of place with the rest of the decor, but I
didn't insist on changing it.
When buying the dining table, I liked a solid wood five-piece set, but my husband insisted on
a table . Actually, that table was also very beautiful, with four thick legs that looked sturdy,
but it didn't match the chairs. However, I couldn't persuade him otherwise, so I bought it.
The room was furnished, and three spotlights were installed above the dining table, creating three round halos of light on it,
which looked quite nice. However, the mirror on the wall looked out of place and awkward. Friends and relatives who came to visit all said
the decoration was nice and well-designed, except for the mirror, saying it was a style from ten years ago and
didn't match the interior design. My husband quickly said it was his mistake and he would try to correct it later.
After moving in, everything was mostly in place, and we were tired, so we decided to rest for a couple of days. One evening, I was putting our son to sleep in
the bedroom while my husband watched TV in the living room. A little while later, he came in and said he wanted to make love to me. I said, "
Our son just fell asleep, don't wake him." He said, "I'll make love to you in the living room."
We went to the living room, where I saw a red blanket on the dining table. The chairs had been moved, and
under the spotlight, the table looked like a display stand. My husband took off my nightgown, picked me up
, and laid me flat on the table. Then he turned off all the other lights in the living room, leaving only the spotlight on the table shining on me.
He said, "Look in the mirror." I tilted my head and was stunned. Was that me in the mirror?
I clearly saw a beautiful woman lying on the red display stand, her head in shadow, her long hair scattered on
the red blanket, her breasts, waist, and full hips illuminated by the light; the background was dark, and her naked body glowed with
a golden light, full of sensuality, like a Western oil painting.
My husband, too, admired my alluring body in the darkness. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Honey, you're amazing !
This is the best part of the whole renovation; you really put a lot of thought into it! Lying here on the red carpet under the lights, no man
could resist. I never imagined a woman in her thirties could create such a captivating scene. Thank you,
honey!"
Just then, I saw in the mirror a burly man walk up to the jade-like woman, spread her
legs , and bury his head in her private parts, just like in an adult film, a beautiful young woman being violated by a man.
I felt the burning tongue touch that sensitive spot, a shiver ran through me, and my lower body reacted as if a floodgate had been opened, my love juices
gushing out. It was so stimulating! Just like watching an adult film, except I was the protagonist.
After a while, I saw in the mirror the man look up, his hands gripping the woman's calves, spreading them apart,
lifting them up and pressing his thighs against the sides of her abdomen. A beam of light shone on the woman's genitals. Because her legs were blocking the view, I
couldn't see what her genitals were like, but from the side, they were protruding and completely exposed to the man.
In the shadows, I could vaguely see the man's thick, large penis standing erect against her. Then the man
thrust forward, his hips pressed tightly against the woman's buttocks. I felt something thick and cool
penetrate me, a surge of pleasure rising within me.
The man in the mirror thrust forward again, and the woman's buttocks and breasts trembled. I felt
that hard thing reach deep inside me, causing a painful yet pleasurable sensation. I wanted
to tightly envelop this wonderful thing with my genitals. I clenched my buttocks muscles, gripping it tightly with my genitals,
rhythmically contracting my muscles, feeling a sucking sensation in my genitals.
My husband groaned excitedly and began thrusting rapidly. I felt a current gradually
spreading upwards from below. The man in the mirror rhythmically slammed his hips against the woman's buttocks, and her breasts
trembled rhythmically in response. Seeing the woman in the mirror being wantonly violated by the man, occasionally letting out painful moans, I felt
a pang of sympathy.
My husband's forceful thrusts gradually spread pleasure throughout my body, and I couldn't help but let out moans of pleasure,
accompanied by rhythmic "plop" sounds from below. The lewd scene in the mirror made me lose control.
My husband stopped, and I got a moment to catch my breath, preparing for the more intense
impact that was about to come. I felt a dull pain inside my vagina, but I still wanted my husband to thrust into me hard. Perhaps
this position allowed the man's penis to penetrate deep into the woman's body, giving both man and woman greater
pleasure.
I saw the man in the mirror put the woman's legs on his shoulders, freeing his hands. One hand reached for
the woman's full breasts. In the mirror, the woman's breasts looked like two flat, round, soft dough balls pressed
against , the nipples erect, like red dates placed on the dough. The breasts shone golden under the light,
full of carnal desire.
The man's hand gripped and kneaded the woman's breasts at will. The woman lay there motionless, helplessly allowing
the man to fondle her at will. The man's other hand reached between the woman's legs, and I suddenly felt my husband's fingers
pinch my clitoris. A strong wave of pleasure surged through my body like an electric current.
My husband continued to stroke my clitoris, thrusting in and out repeatedly. Waves of pleasure washed over me,
and I felt completely powerless, as if I had collapsed onto the table. The woman in the mirror also lay quietly,
letting the man play with and ravage her, occasionally letting out low moans. Beads of sweat glistened on the man's forehead in the mirror,
glistening under the light. The man's naked chest rose and fell with heavy breathing, and his hips slammed against
the woman's buttocks protruding towards the table.
The lewd scene in the mirror was incredibly alluring, and my husband's constant thrusting made me even more aroused
. My private parts involuntarily twitched again, tightly gripping my husband's penis. My husband, whom I had been teasing, began
to thrust rapidly and forcefully. A powerful wave of pleasure washed over me, making me cry out, "Brother, stop
! I can't take it anymore..." But my husband seemed encouraged, and he thrust even harder and more relentlessly
.
A painful yet ecstatic pleasure surged through my vagina, quickly spreading throughout my body, causing me
to scream incessantly. Suddenly, I felt my husband's penis convulsing rapidly, and gushes of hot fluid sprayed into my
body. I collapsed completely onto the table.
My husband pulled his penis out of me, spread my legs, placed my thighs on the edge of the table, and let
my calves dangle over the edge. My whole body was limp, and I didn't want to move at all. I lay there lazily, savoring the pleasure I had just experienced.
A faint pain lingered in my vagina, and my lower back ached slightly, probably from my husband's vigorous thrusting. Even
so, I didn't regret it.
Looking at the woman lying flat in the mirror, her breasts glowed yellow under the light, her deep red nipples still
erect , exuding a sensual allure. Under the light, her abdomen was flat, making her pubic area appear even more prominent. Her black
pubic hair, tinged reddish-brown by the light, stood out vividly against her white thighs, as if awaiting
a man 's touch.
The love juice clinging to her inner thighs glistened white under the light, making the woman in the image appear even more seductive and
wanton , bewitching men. The man stood in the shadows, smoking, the red glow of his cigarette flickering, clearly
gazing at the woman's naked, alluring, and seductive body. I felt a surge of
pleasure ; my body could still attract men, could still drive them wild.
My husband extinguished his cigarette, walked to my face, bent down to kiss my nipple, and inserted his fingers into my
vagina, stirring them around. After a while, he looked up at me and said, "I want you again."
I said, "Me too."
My husband said, "What should I do if my penis goes soft?" As he spoke, he rubbed his soft penis against my face.
I said, "Go wash up, I'll give you oral sex when I get back, and then we can play with your genitals when you're hard again."
I lay there lazily, savoring the ecstatic scene from just now. I remembered something I read in a book: "A woman who has just been played with by
a man is the sexiest." At this moment, the woman has no shame, no reserve, and is willing to let the man admire
her body, which is usually covered up tightly. She is even willing to expose her three private parts to the man. The woman has completely returned to her
original natural self, a natural woman. The woman's whole body is full of sexual allure, flirtatious and wanton, naturally
exuding a charm that bewitches men.
My husband came back after washing up, and I said that my legs were tired from lying like this. My husband took two chairs and placed them under my dangling
feet, while spreading my legs wider, completely exposing my private parts. My husband liked me very much
in this position. He even brought a pillow and placed it under my head, and moved his head to the edge of the table. I had just turned my head towards
the table when my husband shoved his penis into my mouth…
A moment later, the man in the mirror, his large, hard penis erect, moved from the woman's head to the other
side of the table, where the woman was spreading her legs to welcome him. The man
moved , into the shadows, and pulled the pillow under her head to tuck it under her waist, making her
genitals appear even more prominent. The man picked up his penis and
thrust it into the woman's vagina, then grabbed her buttocks with both hands and began to thrust vigorously.
My vagina was wet with my own love juice and the semen
my It felt like a large fish had slipped inside, reducing the feeling of tightness. I twitched
my vaginal muscles, trying to grip it, but it was too slippery. It felt like the fish's mouth was gnawing at
the tender flesh inside my vagina, causing some pain and itching, but mostly pleasure and stimulation.
My husband kept thrusting and pounding into me, thrusting and pounding, thrusting and pounding... The stimulating pleasure grew
stronger and stronger, gradually filling my entire body. The muscles in my vagina involuntarily twitched, and I pushed my legs against the chair,
forcefully raising my hips to meet his thrusts. The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, wave after wave crashing over my body,
one wave after another overwhelming me, and I couldn't help but moan, my head thrown back against the edge of the table.
Looking back at the man in the mirror, he was standing tall, his head thrown back, his lower body pounding hard against the woman
's hips. The woman would occasionally raise her hips to meet the man's thrusts, as if the two were trying to merge into one. Under
the man's relentless rape, the woman's alluring body was writhing in pain, her head thrown back, her face
flushed , her mouth open, as if she were screaming in agony.
Seeing this lewd and stimulating scene, my private parts itched even more intensely, wishing I could swallow my husband's
penis whole. I was completely out of control, driven mad by my husband, screaming loudly. I felt dizzy, my
mind blank, and in my hazy state, I felt him still having sex with me…
The next morning, my husband made breakfast before waking me up. When I woke up, my private parts were aching slightly, and my back was
sore. Sitting at the dining table, looking at myself in the mirror eating breakfast, I recalled the scene of making love last night, which aroused
me again. I whispered to my husband, “Brother, you’re so ruthless. You made me sore last night.”
My husband said, “Last night, I was watching porn in the mirror while having sex with you. How could I not be aroused? Besides,
you were so seductive last night, how could I not have fun with you?”
While eating breakfast, I looked at the unusually sturdy dining table, then at my husband, thinking that he was really
cunning . He had planned to have sex with me on the table when he bought it, which is why he bought such a sturdy table.
After breakfast, I told my husband, "I'm taking our son to his grandma's. Could you mop the floor?" I
pointed to a rather large, dried water stain on the floor next to the dining table. My husband asked, "Who did this?"
I replied, "You and me!"

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