I had sex with my online husband.

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Looking for lonely women in Changde, Yiyang, and Changsha, Hunan for chat.
Add my QQ: 8913846. No men, transvestites please stay away.
I have plenty of time to chat or do other things, as long as you're willing. Looking forward to your arrival.

I'm 31 years old, married for 3 years. My husband is a high earner and very busy. I usually only see him once every two or three weeks, and after a few words, he leaves in a hurry. I teach at a middle school, so I'm not very busy. When I don't have classes, I prepare lessons, surf the internet, and play mahjong. I like to sit in front of the computer after playing mahjong, surf the internet, and then go to sleep. People think I'm lucky to have such a capable husband, but they don't know that what truly makes me happy is that I have two husbands, one 33 years old and the other 18 years old.

I met him, my 18-year-old husband, online 8 months ago. He listed his age as 32 on QQ. I never realized he was a high school student because he never let me see his face during video calls. He's very good at flirting. Every time we chat, he makes me blush and my nipples harden. At his insistence, I started calling him "husband." After each chat, I masturbate. He satisfies my loneliness, and I satisfy my insatiable sexual desire through masturbation. The real transgression started last week.

Last Saturday, I sat down at the computer as usual, and he was already waiting for me. We video chatted.

"How are you, wife? Missing me?" For some reason, his voice was excited. "

Yeah, really. " "

Divorce him, marry me, hehe." You really want to marry me? What's so great about you? Hehe. What do you want? "

Well, you not only have to satisfy my upper mouth, but also my lower one." "

Well, the upper one is a bit difficult, but the lower one is no problem."

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't believe you." Don't believe me? "Hmph, let me show you..." he said, suddenly standing up and pulling his penis out of his shorts. He pointed the video at his penis and started fiddling with it.

I was startled by his sudden action, speechless, just staring at his penis. His penis wasn't long, but it was indeed very thick, standing tall, the foreskin naturally separated, and the urethral opening was clearly visible.

"Haha, scared now?

" "Scared of what? I've seen it before, put it away quickly." My voice trembled slightly.

"Why should I put it away?" He sat down and started stroking it, "I just want my wife to see how I can satisfy you."

"Um, I don't know." Watching him stroke his penis back and forth, my breathing became rapid, my chest swelled quickly, my nipples became half-hard, and my throat was very dry, as if it were on fire.

"How about it, wife, do you want to touch your husband's big cock? It's very hard, if you make your husband feel good, your husband will use it to torment you properly, hehe."

I hadn't seen or touched a man's penis in a long time. His words were driving me crazy; I was itching uncontrollably, and my penis started to get wet. But I wanted to maintain my womanly composure, so I stammered, "Go away, you bad boy, I don't care.

" "Wife, don't pretend with me. Look at your blushing face, you must want it, hehe, tell the truth."

I felt embarrassed, knowing I couldn't hide it anymore, so I said, "Well, husband, I do want it a little." Tell me, husband, how long has it been since you tasted a penis?

"A long time..." I didn't dare look at him. "Husband, why haven't you ejaculated yet?" "Well... not so easy." "Husband, do you want to see my... hehe." I suddenly had a strong exhibitionist urge, wanting a man to lewdly look at my body, no matter who he was.

"Yes, yes, wife, hurry up..." he said excitedly.

"Then you wait." After saying that, I got up from the chair. I rushed to the bedroom, took off my coat, bra, and skirt, and changed into a low-cut, off-the-shoulder bra, denim shorts, and black fishnet stockings.

Looking at myself in the mirror, the white bra made my already full breasts appear even more prominent, outlining a deep cleavage. The shorts tightly hugged my rounded buttocks, befitting a married woman, and the black fishnet stockings made me feel like a shameless prostitute soliciting customers on the street. All of this excited me immensely. It was as if I was no longer the respectable female teacher, but a wanton woman willing to sell my body for physical satisfaction. I quietly returned to the computer, pulled out a chair, and stood in front of him.

"Wow!! Honey, you have such a great body!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"How about it? Do you like my outfit?" he said with a seductive smile. "

I love it, I love it so much, honey, you're so slutty." He increased the speed of his masturbation.

Seeing him rapidly masturbating my penis, I couldn't help but start striking poses. I bent down, pointing the video camera at my chest so he could see my deep cleavage. I squeezed my breasts together, smiling as I rubbed them. My breasts were so sensitive; with just a slight squeeze, my semi-erect nipples quickly swelled to full size. I couldn't stop; the more I squeezed, the more I wanted to. Pleasure surged like an electric current from my breasts to my genitals; my vagina was already wet and warm. I moaned softly, tormented by my hands and desire.

"Ah...ah...wife, good wife, be more naughty, faster...I'm going to cum...ah ah...stimulate me..." Under his rapid thrusting, his glans had turned purple, and he kept moaning. I turned around, my back to the video, and stuck out my buttocks for him to admire.

"Ah...ah ah...such a round, big butt, I love it so much..." His lewd words soaked my panties. I pressed one hand on my breasts and rubbed them haphazardly, while the other hand rubbed between my buttocks, cleft, and vulva through my denim shorts. I dared not use force, as if my vulva was a water-filled balloon, and if I used too much force, the balloon would burst. During my wanton performance, his semen filled the video, making my mouth dry. I really wished he was right in front of me. He wiped the semen off the video, and I saw that his penis was still erect.

"Ha, husband, your baby is so disobedient, why isn't it coming down yet? You have to teach it a lesson, hehe..." Wife, it couldn't resist seeing you so beautiful and wanton. "He chuckled and said, 'Wife, do you really want to try?

'... 'Say it, what are you afraid of?

' 'How do we try?' I asked softly.

'Come to me, okay?

' 'Hmm... forget it, I have a husband.' Although I really wanted to agree, I hadn't forgotten my responsibilities as a wife.

'What! He can't satisfy you, but I can! Is he your husband and I'm not?' He got angry. '

But...' Honey, please, no buts, can you bear to let it stay hard like this?' He shook his penis, pleading with me.

I was amused by him, my face turning red, and said, 'Okay, okay, I promise you.'"We exchanged phone numbers and agreed that I would go to his house the next day at noon. That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I was tormented by ethics and erotic dreams, but in the end, desire triumphed over ethics. I hadn't felt so satisfied with being touched by a man's penis in a long time, and I couldn't take it anymore! 　　The next day, I got up very early. My heart was itchier than my genitals. No matter what I did, my genitals were always wet, and I almost masturbated several times. I took a shower first, then tried on each piece of clothing in the closet, and then put them back one by one. I wanted to dress appropriately, yet also to arouse his interest.

And so, it wasn't until eleven o'clock that I made my decision. I chose a white lace bra with a squeeze-style design, a low-waisted white lace panty, a red open-front short-sleeved top, a white suit skirt, and beige stockings. My long hair was casually draped over my shoulders, exuding the mature fullness unique to married women. I smiled contentedly, picked up my purse, and went out.

In the taxi, the driver kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, making me feel secretly pleased. Suddenly, my phone rang. "Wife," it was his voice. "I'm kneading dough." Haha, what are you kneading dough for? Are you going to make dumplings for me?

"No, I'm using the dough as your full breasts. When you come, I'll squeeze your breasts comfortably, just like kneading dough, and I'll even suckle your milk, hehe." "You pervert!" I was aroused by his words. "How can you be so naughty?"

"And there's worse, honey. Is your pussy wet and itchy? When you get here, I'll give you a good scratch. Don't masturbate in the car, you'll get your pants wet, how will you get out?

" "Ah...ah," I couldn't speak, I just felt a tightness in my chest, my mind filled with all sorts of sex positions, my breathing rapid, I swallowed hard, squeezed my legs together, and secretly rubbed them together. I didn't dare move my body, as any movement of my hips would cause my juices to overflow. I thought that driver must think I was a slutty woman, making pornographic calls and stimulating my pussy with my legs in a taxi. After a grueling ten minutes, I paid the driver amidst his contemptuous laughter, and slowly walked towards the building across the street, my legs still pressed together.

Following his directions, I arrived at room 302 of that building. I turned off my phone, calmed myself down, and started knocking. The door opened quickly, and standing in front of me was a bald man, completely naked, with the thick, dark penis I had seen last night erect at his waist. He was 1.He was about 78 cm tall, quite robust, but all of that couldn't hide his youthful face.

"You...you are...?

" "I'm your husband!" He pulled me inside. His house wasn't big, a two-bedroom apartment, not very tidy, more like a bachelor's dwelling.

"You...how old are you?" I was a little stunned.

"How old do I look to you?" He sat opposite me, legs spread, his penis erect as if in a show of force.

"You look like a high school student. Why did you tell me you're 32?

" "No wonder you're a teacher, you're quite accurate. I'm a junior in high school. If I didn't tell you I'm 32, you wouldn't be talking to me." He said with a grin. I suddenly felt very embarrassed, unsure whether to stay or leave.

"Does my age matter? We get along, and I can satisfy you, that's enough.

" "No, you're so young, I... I can't accept it." Saying this, I stood up and slowly walked towards the door, but my heart hesitated. His burly body and thick penis were irresistibly attractive to me. I knew I had fallen in love with his body. Seeing my hesitation, he walked to the door and blocked it.

"Let me go," I pleaded. But he came over and kissed my lips, his arms around my slender waist. My desire was ignited by this kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, letting his thick tongue roam freely in my mouth. Above was his tongue, inside was my long-suppressed lust. The two combined made it hard for me to breathe. I pulled away from his lips, panting heavily. I looked up at him, and he was staring at me too. I asked, "I'm 31 years old, don't you think I'm old?"

"好老婆，我不嫌呀，你喜欢你成熟，而且还这么丰满，比那20几岁的女孩好多了。

"你最坏，就会哄人家，勾搭人家老婆，小坏蛋，看我不让我老公揍你。

"哼，他来了我也不怕，我让他看看我是怎么满足你的，嘿嘿"你真坏，占了人家老婆，还说风凉话。

他轻轻的舔我嘴唇，我也微微张开红唇，不停的吮吸它。他的双手从我腰间迅速滑到我丰满的臀部，隔着裙子，握住我肥硕的丘肉，把玩起来。他将丘肉向两边掰开，又快速的挤回中间。快感从我的后庭一阵阵的传到阴部，令原本裹在肉穴里的密汁一股股的溢出，没几下，内裤的阴部一带就湿嗒嗒的了，很讨厌的贴在了阴户上。

"Is it comfortable?

" "I'm so wet, really?" He skillfully unzipped my skirt from behind, and I obediently wiggled my hips, letting him take off my skirt. "Wife, your legs in stockings are so sexy."

As he spoke, a large hand roamed between my thighs and buttocks, his penis hard and pressing against my abdomen. I really wanted him to quickly insert it into my wet hole to relieve the itch; I really couldn't wait any longer. I raised my left leg, rubbing the inside of my thigh against his hairy, thick leg, twisting my waist incessantly, rubbing against his large glans.

"Ah...please...come in quickly, give it to me."

"Wife, what's the rush? I haven't had enough fun yet." He lifted my legs to his waist, and I eagerly crossed my legs behind him, wrapping them tightly around his strong waist. He sat on my lap, rubbing and licking my cleavage with his nose and tongue. I clung tightly to his neck, pulling in my stomach and arching my chest in rhythm with him. Waves of heat spread from my chest throughout my body, and my clitoris was unbearably itchy. I could only rub my hips against his hairy thighs to find temporary relief for my wetness.

"Ah...ah...husband, good husband, do my breasts taste good?

" "Ah, so fragrant, so tender."

"Then you'd better eat well." Of course, I'm going to suck them until they produce milk. "Mmm." "You're so naughty, so naughty..." I laughed shyly and hit him. "I won't give you any."

I pretended to cover my chest with my hands, but his two strong hands easily pried them apart. Then he opened my V-neck and reached into my bra, grabbing one of my breasts and squeezing them together, pulling them out. He wasn't in a hurry to attack my nipples, but instead squeezed and released my breasts, sometimes pulling them apart and shaking them up and down. I had never experienced having my breasts played with like this before. Waves of pleasure traveled from his large hands to my breasts, then converged and traveled to my uterus, stimulating it to secrete love juice continuously. I felt so good that I sometimes tilted my head back and sometimes lowered it, my hands constantly stroking my ribs.

"Ah...husband...I want you...I want..."

Hearing my wanton moans, he pressed his fingers against my areolas, extended his index finger, and quickly scratched my nipples with his nail. This stimulation was so intense!

His fingers felt like they were electrified; powerful currents shot from my nipples throughout my body, sending shivers down my spine. My body began to tremble violently, my head swaying slightly with his rhythm. With each tickle, I unconsciously lowered my head and hunched my shoulders, trying to escape the assault of his fingers.

Even worse was my vagina. It had been drooling non-stop all day, leaving my underwear constantly wet and dry. This time, under his gentle tickling, the flow of fluid was even faster and more profuse, so itchy that I could only constantly clench my legs together to squeeze my labia. A powerful urge to be quickly penetrated relentlessly assaulted my lonely heart, bursting from my throat as moans of pleasure: "Ah...good husband...ah..."

Hearing my cries of pleasure, he didn't speak, but instead pressed my large breasts together, sticking out his tongue to lick my nipples rapidly, occasionally sucking them into his mouth and gently biting them with his teeth. I couldn't bear it any longer, one hand wrapped around his neck, the other reaching to his crotch, vigorously stroking my vulva through my lace panties.

The crotch of his panties was already wet and tightly wrapped around my vulva, my fingers immediately becoming wet as soon as my hand touched it. I grasped his hard penis, slightly raised my buttocks, and used his glans to thrust and rub against my vulva. "Ah...ah...coming..."

After a few strokes, a large gush of juices poured out from my uterus. I tightly hugged his head, enjoying this long-lost, exhilarating feeling.

"Hoo... Ah... Hoo... So good... So good..." Wife, you're so lewd, you came so easily, you've soaked my thighs. Haha, my lust is out of control. I quickly got off him, grabbed the edge of the coffee table with both hands, stuck my butt out high, and begged while twisting, "Husband, good husband, I want more, I want more!"

"No wonder people say that women in their thirties are like wolves and tigers, I've seen it all, haha, don't rush, don't rush," he walked over with a smile.

"Good husband, please..." "Hurry, hurry..." I was about to cry. I don't know why, after the first orgasm, my vagina was even more itchy.

"Haha, it's coming, it's coming." "As he spoke, he squatted down behind me, extended his middle finger and touched my genitals. 'Wife, you're so horny, look how wet you are, like you've wet your pants.' Oh, how could you be so naughty? Come on, please, my dear husband. For some reason, the more he humiliated me, the more excited I became. Is it really like what they say in books, that women have masochistic tendencies?' Just as I was thinking this, he suddenly pulled my underwear down to my knees, grabbed my thighs with both hands, and spread them apart.

I turned around and saw him examining my genitals. I was so ashamed that I begged, 'Stop it!' 'It's not like I haven't seen it before, what's so interesting? My dear husband, come in quickly.' No, I need to see clearly, otherwise I'll get lost. Hehe, my dear wife, stick your big ass out a little more.

I had no choice but to lower my waist and raise my buttocks a little more. "

"Hmm, not bad, your vulva is so narrow, it must be very tight. Honey, how many men have you slept with? You weren't a virgin when you married your husband, were you?

" Why are you asking this?

"Good wife, tell me quickly." Of course I wasn't a virgin when we got married. Before we got married, I slept with 5 men, so what?

"I knew it, your labia majora are so dark, you must have been having your penis in and out a lot." His thumb moved forward a little more.

"Wow! Honey, your clitoris is so big," he said excitedly.

"Oh, I hate it, come in, come in," I wiggled my buttocks and begged him again.

"No, let me lick you first," he said, pressing his nose against my buttocks and his tongue against my vulva, and began to lick my hole. But after licking for only a few strokes, he stopped, complaining, "You're such a slut, your pussy is so horny, I can't stand it."

His words made me feel incredibly ashamed. My genitals do smell a bit, so for so many years, no man has ever licked my pussy.

"I'll just go in and give your cunt a good fucking." He pressed the head of his penis against my vaginal opening and rubbed it a little. Then he thrust hard.

"Ah!" I cried out. I knew that after so many years, my vagina wasn't as tight as it used to be, but I still felt my opening being forcefully opened by his big glans. I'd encountered penises longer than his, but never one this thick. "Ah... be gentle... be gentle... it's too big..." Hehe, it's too late to say it now. I felt his penis pull out a little from my vagina, and I thought he was being gentle with me, but little did I know he was "getting a running start." He shifted his waist back slightly, then thrust hard, "Squeak" "Smack," a crisp sound of genitals colliding.

"Ah!" He had already inserted his entire penis into my vagina, the glans barely touching my clitoris. I felt my entire lower body suddenly swell, and a slow pain spread through me.

"Ah...it's so tight, wife, you're the best of the best," he said comfortably. "How is it? Is my penis big? Is it as big as your husband's?

" "Big...so big...much bigger than his...good husband...please, move gently.

" "Okay, I'm going to move now." As he spoke, he slowly arched his back, his large penis twitching slightly inside my vagina.

"Husband," "Now it's too gentle," I looked back at him and said.

"Then I won't be polite." He frowned, then slowly pulled his entire penis out, leaving only the glans inside my hole. Before I could turn around, he thrust his hips and began to thrust rapidly. His skill in penetrating was truly amazing! He thrust rapidly seven or eight times, then stopped, swaying his hips, grinding against my clitoris, while his hand occasionally flicked my clitoris from below. I felt my vagina sometimes expanding and sometimes shrinking, my penis rubbing against the vaginal walls like an iron rod, intense pleasure surging from my vagina and clitoris, irresistible.

At first it hurt a little, but after a dozen or so thrusts, only pleasure remained. I responded passionately, my long hair flying back and forth with the "slap slap slap slap" of his penis hitting my vagina. Each time he stopped attacking my clitoris, I desperately squeezed my thighs together, tightening my vagina to allow him to penetrate even deeper.

"Ah...so powerful..." Ah...

I'll fuck you, fuck you, fuck you...I'll fuck you to death, you slut...ah...you bitch...I'll let you, I'll let you, I'll let you come to my door. I'll fuck you, fuck you.

He fucked me forty or fifty times, slowing down, thrusting in slowly but powerfully, then pulling out, then thrusting in again. I knew he was conserving his strength, so each time he thrust in completely, I arched my hips to meet his thrust. After about twenty thrusts, he paused briefly, then resumed his rapid pumping. My pleasure had reached its peak, and I was just waiting for the final climax.

So, he thrust in and out rapidly for fifteen or sixteen times, and suddenly the pleasure began to radiate from my vaginal walls to my clitoris, stimulating my uterus. I started trembling violently all over. He knew I was about to ejaculate, and with his experience, he reached down to my abdomen and quickly manipulated my clitoris. My cries grew louder: "...I'm coming...I'm coming again..." A surge of heat rushed from my lower abdomen into my vagina, and I shook my head in ecstasy, my vagina contracting rapidly and involuntarily.

He grabbed my hands from behind, his penis no longer moving inside me, humming, "Ah...so good...so good..." I gasped for breath, my hands gripping the table, feeling an immense sense of ecstasy! I was satisfied.

"Was it good?" "Mmm...so good...so good." "I haven't had my fill yet." Saying this, he pulled his still-erect penis out of my vagina.It looked terrifying. His glans was even bigger than before, and it was purplish, with visible veins. The entire penis was so taut it looked like it would break at the slightest touch.

He rubbed his penis against my buttocks; I felt something wet, probably my vaginal fluid. Then, he pulled me up, pushed me against the wall, lifted my left leg, my right foot almost dangling in the air, and without saying a word, "plop...smack!"

he thrust his penis hard into my vagina again, "smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack." He was so strong; I was powerless to struggle. To be honest, this position was very uncomfortable, but it made me orgasm more easily. He thrust in and out a dozen times, faster and faster. My pleasure came in waves; before this was over, the second wave came. "Ah..." I orgasmed again, and he was about to ejaculate as well. I heard him groan softly, "Ah..."

My vaginal fluid gushed out again, splashing onto his glans, and he ejaculated. I only felt his whole body tremble, his legs sway slightly, and a large gush of hot semen sprayed onto my clitoris. My vagina contracted sharply again, and more vaginal fluid gushed out.

After a few seconds, he pulled out his semi-erect penis and sat there panting. I held my knees with both hands, panting, and said, "You...you...how did you ejaculate...inside?!"

"So what if I ejaculated...inside? I'm...your husband..." Before he could finish speaking, I went to the toilet and cleaned the semen left in my vagina.

I was bending over, wiping my genitals with toilet paper, when the toilet door swung open and he walked in. I stood up abruptly: "How did you get in here?"

"This is my house, why can't I come in?" he said with a grin, sitting on the toilet and pointing to his newly erect penis, "Come on, sit on it."

I looked at him, thinking: I must satisfy myself today, otherwise I don't know when I'll have another chance...

I slowly walked over, spread my legs, aligned my genitals with his taut glans, and slowly sat down. His penis was like a sharp sword, smoothly cutting open the entrance, "sizzle..." all the way to the core. I liked this feeling of fullness. I started to slowly twist my slender waist, which moved my hips, allowing his glans to more completely ravage my core.

His hands forcefully grasped my breasts, squeezing them flat, and then rubbing my nipples together. The incomparable pleasure stimulated me to the point of itch, the itch in my heart had nowhere to go. I involuntarily twisted my hips back and forth, my teeth leaving bloody marks on my lower lip. I think he must have been enjoying himself too. I felt his hands kneading my breasts, desperately squeezing my nipples into his breasts, and... I squeezed them out forcefully.

Seeing his comfortable expression, I started to move. I raised my buttocks high and then sat down suddenly, both of us groaning at the same time. He grabbed my buttocks hard with both hands, holding them in his hands. Every time I sat down, he would raise his big hand and slap my buttocks. The "slap slap slap" sound made me even more excited. In a strange man's house, I, a wife, was being fucked to the point of death by a man other than my husband, and my buttocks were being slapped loudly.

Moreover, this man was younger than me. All of this made me so happy that I ejaculated wildly: "Ah...so good...fuck me to death..." He grabbed my waist and lifted and shook me hard, helping me thrust in and out.

"Ah...ah...I lost it..." My vagina contracted violently, feeling like I was urinating, and my vaginal fluid gushed out, making a "sizzling" sound.

Before I could rest, he lifted me off him, threw me onto the toilet, and grabbed his penis, quickly stroking it. After a few strokes, a small spurt of semen shot out, then he jerked, and a large gush of hot semen sprayed all over my pubic hair. He slumped to the floor, panting heavily, his pubic hair covered in my semen.

I lay on the toilet, not wanting to move, looking at my pubic hair wet with semen, feeling nothing but satisfaction, my mind completely blank...

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