I have a bad husband

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My husband is a bit of a jerk. While it's true that women love bad boys, his methods were initially quite unsettling. His jerkiness is also a kind of quirk – he loves to expose me. Every time we go shopping, to parties, or visit friends, he makes me dress very sexy and revealing, which makes the men around us look at me with excitement, and he seems very happy and satisfied. I remember initially disagreeing, but after his persistent coaxing, I finally agreed. The tension and embarrassment were indescribable, but that same feeling of excitement also thrilled me, so I gradually acquiesced. Now, even when my husband isn't around, I often go shopping dressed very revealingly, and seeing the excited looks from strange men around me makes me incredibly excited too.

This weekend, my husband and I were watching TV when he suddenly asked, "By the way, honey, weren't you going to buy high heels? Why don't we go now?" I knew immediately that my husband had ulterior motives. But the thought of exposing myself in front of strange men made my heart race. I said, "Okay, let's go together." Seeing that I agreed, my husband immediately perked up and said, "But you have to listen to me about what to wear later." I nodded, blushing. My husband started looking for clothes for me and quickly found some. He told me to try them on, so I put them on. The top was a small-sized shirt, which was so small that it tightly hugged my breasts, and my nipples were clearly visible through the shirt, along with the deep cleavage peeking out from the neckline. Anyone could tell at a glance that I wasn't wearing a bra. The bottom was a tight, stretchy mini-skirt, so short that it barely covered my round, perky buttocks, exposing my two snow-white thighs. My husband hadn't found me any underwear, and looking at myself so provocatively, I deliberately said in a coquettish tone, "Honey, are you pregnant? You made me dress like this and won't let me wear an underwear. I'm not going!" My husband, who had already been attracted by my sexy appearance, excitedly grabbed me and said, "My sexy wife, it's okay, I'm here. Don't be afraid." With that, he pulled me out of the house.

Walking down the street, the men around me immediately noticed me, all staring at me excitedly and whispering amongst themselves. I nestled in my husband's arms, feeling both embarrassed and excited.

The street was lined with shops, and after searching for a while, my husband specifically chose a shoe store with male sales staff. He pulled me inside, and as soon as we entered, the male salesperson noticed my exposed state. While helping a customer try on shoes, he secretly watched me. Just then, a female salesperson came over and greeted us warmly. My husband said she was buying shoes for me, and the female salesperson immediately found me several pairs. I was choosing shoes, but my husband seemed a little disappointed. I knew he had hoped the male salesperson would come and serve us. I sat down on a low sofa for trying on shoes, holding one shoe in my hand. Because the skirt was already short, and I was sitting, it stretched even higher, becoming even shorter. Even though I pulled it down a bit, it was still only a few centimeters from my thighs, completely exposing my thighs. And because the skirt was tight and elastic, unless I deliberately pressed it down between my legs, it couldn't completely cover my crotch. If I squatted down, the view under the skirt would be completely visible! I nervously tried to close my legs, but because of trying on the shoe, my thighs still parted unnaturally.

The saleswoman was squatting in front of me to help me try it on. She looked up and immediately saw what was under my skirt, and she froze, blushing with embarrassment. My husband noticed her reaction and immediately called out, asking the saleswoman to find him a pair too. The saleswoman quickly went to find him shoes, leaving me alone to try them on. By then, the male saleswoman's customer had left, and my husband immediately said to the saleswoman next to him, "Have someone else find shoes for my wife." The saleswoman immediately told the male saleswoman to find me shoes. The male saleswoman came to my side, and my husband, seeing him, excused himself from the saleswoman and secretly watched me and the male saleswoman.

When I realized it was a male saleswoman, I quickly pressed one hand down on my skirt to prevent him from seeing what was underneath. My hand, which had been holding my bag, was now used to hold down my skirt as well. My husband noticed I was using my bag to cover myself and, pretending to be helpful, said, "Let me hold your bag so you can try on the shoes more easily." Without waiting for my consent, he took my bag. My body was completely exposed to the male shop assistant. Looking down at my shirt, my breasts were almost half-exposed in the deep neckline, the deep cleavage and half-exposed breasts fully displayed, even the nipples were faintly visible from the side! The male shop assistant, holding the shoes, stood in front of me staring at my half-exposed breasts, forgetting to let me try them on. I deliberately looked at other shoes, pretending not to know that the male shop assistant had brought the shoes I wanted to try on. Let him admire them at his leisure.

After a while, I turned my head and said with feigned surprise, "The shoes are here? Oh, I didn't see them. Here, let me try them on." The male shop assistant then realized with embarrassment and squatted down. The male shop assistant squatted slightly to my left, from which angle he could see my breasts from the side, and the erect nipples were also visible. This half-exposed breasts and half-exposed nipples were even more alluring than full exposure.

No wonder the male shop assistant was staring so intently. Because I had my legs tightly pressed together and I was holding the skirt down with my hands, no one noticed that I wasn't wearing underwear. The male sales clerk finally showed me the proper attitude of a salesperson, praising my beautiful legs and saying they looked even better with the shoes, and offering a discount if I wanted them. He kept praising me, making me incredibly happy, seemingly unaware that the man next to me was my husband.

However, his eyes rarely looked at me; he just kept talking to himself, occasionally shifting his gaze to the gap near the buttons on my clothes. I, however, acted as if I were just chatting normally, happily swaying back and forth when others complimented me. Sometimes, during these swaying movements, my clothes would briefly separate from my body, momentarily exposing my entire breast, leaving it completely bare. At that instant, the male sales clerk, crouching to the side, could see my entire breast and erect nipple on one side. This alternating state of being both partially hidden and fully exposed made it impossible for anyone to look away. My chest alone wasn't enough to satisfy my desire for exposure, and it wasn't incapable of satisfying my husband either. So, soon, seeing me constantly holding my skirt down, he simply squatted down beside me, picked up the other shoe, and said, "Wearing both shoes together makes it easier to see if they look good." Before I could react, he pulled my legs apart. The instant he pulled them apart, I instinctively tried to close my legs again, looking at my husband shyly. But he looked at me with reassuring, pleading eyes and said, "It's okay, I'll help you put on your shoes!" My face flushed even more, and I silently and obediently let him pull my legs apart to try on the shoes. With

my legs spread, even holding down the skirt couldn't completely cover my genitals, so I gave up trying to hide them, placing my hands only on my thighs, leaving almost my entire genitals exposed, even the pubic hair around my labia was slightly damp. My husband helped me put on the shoes and said, "Not bad! Quite pretty!" He seemed to be referring to the shoes, but the view under the skirt was the real beauty. The way I pulled my legs apart startled the male shop assistant at first. He was surprised to find that what I saw under my skirt wasn't underwear, but rather that I was completely naked. I doubt he'd ever see anything like this in his entire career. I could tell he wished time could stand still so he could keep staring, but with my husband nearby, he was too embarrassed to look under my skirt for too long. He glanced at me nervously, and I smiled and nodded at him as if nothing was wrong. Only then did he smile back, reassured. But his eyes weren't on my shoes; they were fixed on the top of my thighs. Being

exposed to the sight of me without underwear by two men in such a public place, with both my husband and the shop assistant staring intently at me, would make even the boldest person blush and want to squeeze their legs together. My husband seemed to notice my foot was moving inward, so he immediately pulled it outward again. The male shop assistant, just like my husband, used the excuse of changing my shoes to pull my other leg outward, spreading my legs almost 90 degrees, even my labia slightly parted, and my vulva was visibly wet. This action nearly pulled my skirt down to less than five centimeters from my thighs, leaving my lower body almost naked. My husband deliberately placed a hand on my white thigh and stroked it, then turned to the male shop assistant and said, "How much discount can we get on these shoes? The bigger the discount, the more pairs we can try on, and the more pairs we can buy."

The male shop assistant just swallowed hard, watching my husband's hand caress my thigh without saying a word. I was already going crazy with embarrassment. I was half-naked, letting a strange man see me, and my husband was touching my thigh right in front of him! Oh my god, I couldn't believe I was like this. My husband continued touching my thigh and asked the shop assistant, "How much discount can I get on these shoes?"

The shop assistant hurriedly nodded and said, "Okay! Okay! I'll go talk to the boss." Then he got up and went inside. After the shop assistant went inside, I quickly stood up, pulled down my skirt, and whispered shyly to my husband, "You're so bad! Everyone saw it." My husband laughed and said, "It's okay, it's not the first time. It's not much different from before." I lowered my head and said to my husband, "What do you mean, not much different? He saw my genitals, and you're still touching my thigh!" My husband said, "Isn't that even more exciting, my little slut? Let me unleash your true nature today." I punched my husband with both fists and said, "You're talking nonsense! You're just bullying me!" "But then I immediately blushed and whispered in my husband's ear, 'Let's go, I miss you so much!' My husband immediately got excited, called me a little slut, and then quickly left before the shop assistant came out!

My husband excitedly pulled me back home, and when we were almost home, he suddenly stopped and led me towards a small park next to our neighborhood. I already had a premonition of what was going to happen, and I immediately became excited. We sat down in a small pavilion deep in the park. Not far from us, a few young men were playing cards, and on the path next to us, groups of people were strolling by. I blushed and nestled in my husband's arms. My husband picked me up and made me sit on his lap, one hand touching my snow-white thigh, while he excitedly kissed me passionately. I also passionately kissed my husband back. Our intimate actions immediately attracted the attention of the young men across the street, who kept glancing at us. My husband whispered to me, 'Baby, there are people watching us.' I was already extremely excited, and shyly nestled against my husband, saying, 'Oh, you don't mean to...'" "Shall we get intimate here?" my husband asked. "Yes, baby, isn't it exciting?" I blushed and said, "It is exciting, but I'm a little scared."

Seeing my hesitation, my husband hugged me again and kissed me passionately. I was melted by his kisses once more. As he kissed me, he gently pulled up my miniskirt. My thighs were already completely exposed, and with his pull, the skirt was pulled up to my waist, exposing my entire lower body. Although it was getting dark, the park lights allowed the young men in the distance to clearly see that I was naked from the waist down. My snow-white thighs and one round buttock were clearly visible to them. Luckily, I was sitting on my husband's lap, so they couldn't see my genitals or pubic hair for the time being.

But when my husband lowered his head, he could see my thick, soft pubic hair clearly. Seeing him staring, I shyly turned my head away and said sweetly, "Don't look at me like that! Everyone else can see too." "As I spoke, I gestured to my husband, who glanced at the group of young men not far away and excitedly said, 'Let them see! Let them be so jealous!' He then pulled me into a passionate kiss. Actually, I was already aroused. The thought of displaying my genitals to strange men made me even more aroused, and I unconsciously parted my legs. My husband was already kissing my chest passionately. The moment his hand touched my vulva, I let out a deep moan—my vulva is so sensitive! My husband parted my labia with his fingers, his middle finger circling the entrance of my vagina, and I immediately let out a soft moan; my arousal fluids were already flowing out. My husband..." He quickly found my clitoris, and I let out another soft cry. I shyly enjoyed my husband's teasing, and he excitedly said, "Baby, open your eyes and look."

I opened my eyes, and oh my god, it turned out that my husband had somehow positioned my legs so that they were facing those young men, my genitals completely exposed to them. My husband's fingers were still constantly inserting and stirring, and the young men were excitedly peeking at me. I said shyly, "Honey, you're so naughty! You don't want them to see me like this."

As I tried to pull away, my husband's other hand quickly unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it open sharply from one side, revealing my two firm, white breasts... The room was instantly exposed to the air. I never expected to be almost completely naked in an instant. A few tourists strolling by on the other side were immediately drawn to my snow-white body. I became incredibly nervous and shy. My husband immediately took one of my breasts into his mouth and began to suckle vigorously, his tongue teasing the erect nipple…

I enjoyed my husband's teasing, constantly letting out seductive moans: “Ah… um… husband, you're so naughty, you're making me… feel so good… mmm…” Intense desire made me forget all restraint. I indulged myself, displaying myself freely in front of strange men. My husband alternated kissing my two beautiful breasts, his middle finger squeezing into my already aroused little… My excitement intensified. I tilted my head back, my moans growing louder. With my last vestiges of consciousness, I cried out, "Bad husband, don't do this... Ah... Mmm... I want it now..." My husband excitedly replied, "Then I'll satisfy you now, my little slut. Let everyone see just how wanton you are." He then had me hold onto the pavilion railing behind me, spread my legs, and pulled down his large shorts. I realized he had come prepared; he wasn't even wearing underwear. My husband, his penis erect, aimed at my vagina, glanced at the young men in the distance, and began to penetrate me, all the way in...

"Ah!" "Husband..." I immediately let out a soft cry. I let my husband's penis thrust in and out of me rapidly, my labia turned inside out. He gripped my slender waist, making my breasts tremble, and I moaned shyly, "Husband... ah... no... too hard... others will hear..." My husband, surprised that I was still conscious of my shyness even in this state, said, "Wife, open your eyes and look at yourself." I opened my eyes. Good heavens! My shirt was hanging from my arms, my skirt was pulled up to my waist, my husband was fucking me from behind, and I was facing those young men. My snow-white body, my full breasts swaying with each thrust, my black pubic hair, my strong, long thighs—all were completely exposed to them. They had stopped playing cards and were excitedly watching me being fucked; some had even started masturbating. "

Wife, you're so lewd! Isn't it exciting to be watched being fucked by strange men?" I became even more shy, but I didn't know how to answer. My husband, while being fucked by me, shyly hit me with his fists. Tourists strolling by occasionally whispered among themselves, some saying how open young people these days were, doing it in public. Others said that woman was incredibly slutty, getting fucked so enthusiastically in a park with so many people. Still others exclaimed, "Look, look! That's amazing! Look at that woman, such a sexy figure, big breasts, a perky butt, long legs! No wonder that guy couldn't resist fucking her here. She's obviously a little slut." Hearing the comments only fueled my shame and excitement. My husband, still eager to expose me, pulled me up and made me sit on him, facing the young men. He spread my legs wide, inserted his penis back into my vagina, and began fucking me rapidly again. He wrapped his arms around me, grabbing and kneading my firm, tender breasts. My God, they could clearly see my penis thrusting wildly inside my vagina. I looked at the young men with shyness, but only became more wanton.

"Ah...ah...bad husband...I can't take it anymore...what if someone hears us..."

"So what if they hear? It'll be perfect for them to see how beautiful and slutty my wife is!" My husband was too excited, but he was also a little worried that I would be angry if he said these words.

"Bad husband...how can you let...ah...other men see...see me looking so slutty...you're so bad...ah...harder..."

Seeing that my friend wasn't angry, my husband simply intensified his efforts, saying, "What are you afraid of? Anyway, they won't dare to do anything. Let them see your breasts and genitals, hear your moans, it'll be some comfort for them."

After saying that, my husband thrust into me with all his might, making me overflow with lustful fluids. I reached behind and hugged my husband's head; I moaned loudly in his ear, "Husband...faster...harder...I'm going to be killed by you..."

"Screaming so loudly...aren't you afraid those strange men will hear?" my husband reminded me.

"It's okay...I can't take it anymore...They've already seen it...let them see me climax...husband...fuck me hard..."

I knew my husband especially liked my lewd talk, so after hearing it, he frantically made me lie face down on the bench in the pavilion, lifted my slender waist, and thrust into me hard from above, his lower abdomen slamming against my bouncy buttocks. Ah...husband...I'm coming...I want...harder...ah... With a groan, my husband and I climaxed at the same time. My whole body trembled violently, while my husband ejaculated wildly inside my vagina.

After a long while, I finally got off my husband. As soon as I stood up, the semen in my vagina immediately flowed down my labia and down my inner thighs. I straightened my clothes. Although my short skirt covered me, my entire genital area and inner thighs were still sticky. The semen and my vaginal fluid mixed together, constantly emanating a faint fishy smell from my short skirt.

I finally arrived at the entrance of the apartment complex, only to run into some of my husband's friends. They immediately noticed my revealing attire and, while calling my husband over for drinks, secretly stared at me. My husband had no choice but to go with them, and I walked back alone. Suddenly, I noticed a familiar-looking man approaching from the opposite direction. I immediately remembered—it was the male sales clerk from when I bought the shoes. My heart skipped a beat; after all, he had practically seen my entire genitals. He recognized me immediately and came over to greet me. Apparently, he had just delivered shoes to a customer. He was still staring at me excitedly, as if recalling how he had seen my genitals. He tentatively asked, "By the way, you left after I came out. Do you still want those shoes?" I said, "Of course! I really like them." He said, "In that case, our shoe warehouse is nearby. Why don't you come with me to pick some out? They have a wider selection." He looked at me expectantly. I really wanted to go, but I was dressed like this, and my genitals were covered in my husband's semen. After thinking for a long time, I finally blushed and whispered, "Okay, I'll go with you."

He was overjoyed and led me to his warehouse. Inside, there were indeed many shoes. He had me sit on a bed he used to sleep on while on duty, and brought me several pairs of shoes to try on. I kept my legs tightly closed, afraid he would see the semen on my thighs. "How does it feel?" he asked. "A little small," I said. He squatted down, lifted my feet, and said, "It's not that small, it looks good on you. Oh, what's that on your thighs?" I immediately tensed up. I quickly said, "No, it's nothing." As I said this, I tried to get up, but because one foot was bare and the other was wearing a high heel, I lost my balance and fell onto the bed with him.

At this moment, the male shop assistant immediately became excited and began kissing me wildly without saying a word. I moaned, "Ah...no...you can't...please..." but my body let him touch me haphazardly. He could tell I wasn't truly resisting. "Baby, you're so sexy. I was attracted to you the moment I saw you in the store, and you're so shamelessly exposing yourself. If your husband weren't here, I would have come and fucked you this morning. Just satisfy me, I know you want it too." With that, he roughly ripped off my shirt and skirt. I knew it was because of my previous unrestrained exposure that he was now so uninhibited in stripping me naked. I was already weak all over from his ministrations, lying limply on the bed. He pinned me down, my fair body glowing alluringly in the dim yellow light of the warehouse, my two high breasts heaving violently with each breath. I knew I was about to be possessed by this stranger. Although we didn't know each other's names, I was incredibly excited, anticipating his wild enjoyment and possession of me. My two fair, high breasts were displayed before him, and he immediately excitedly grasped them, kneading them forcefully without any tenderness. He squeezed and released my large breasts, the white flesh peeking out from between his fingers. Under his skillful manipulation, my tightly clenched lips finally opened, letting out a captivating moan: "Please...please—be gentle—um—no—no—"

My alluring moans further aroused his lust. He lewdly rubbed my tender nipples with his rough palms, my most sensitive spot for sexual stimulation. My nipples immediately hardened from his touch. I twisted my body violently, which excited him even more. He released one breast, lowered his head, and took one of my nipples into his mouth, licking it rapidly with his tongue. "Ah—no!!—um—it hurts—no!—please!" I screamed. But my breasts began to change. They swelled up from his kneading, becoming a whole size larger than usual. He seemed to want to swallow my entire breast. I had no strength left to resist. Then his other hand released my breast and slowly reached down to my thigh, touching my most intimate genitals.

I realized his intentions then and cried out, "No—no—" He leered, "You little slut, you're all wet down your thighs, and you still say you don't want it!" I was speechless. I couldn't exactly say that it was my husband's semen, that I had just finished with him. But I kept my legs tightly pressed together, leaving my dark pubic hair exposed to him. He breathed heavily, forcefully pulling my thighs apart and sticking his head inside, scrutinizing my genitals that had just been exposed to him. He admired my thick pubic hair, the alluring inverted triangle extending from my mons pubis to the sides of my labia majora. My thick labia majora were tightly closed, but glistening fluid had seeped out, covering my inner thighs as well. It was the handiwork left by my husband during our encounter.

I could feel his hot breath on my labia. He placed one of his hands on my labia, rubbing it back and forth. Soon he felt a wet patch on his palm. When he let go, he saw more and more white fluid flowing from between my labia majora. My moans became increasingly lewd: Ah—no! —Mmm—gently—gently! —It itches—Mmm! —It hurts! —He

laughed lewdly, listening to my incoherent moans. He also noticed another subtle physiological change in me—my two thick labia majora, which were originally tightly closed, instinctively became engorged and swollen under the rubbing of his rough hands, and began to part slightly to the sides, revealing the two tender red labia minora inside. The vaginal opening, about the size of a soybean, was also exposed to this lecherous man!

His blood was boiling; this tiny slit clearly couldn't satisfy his surging lust. He pinched my two thick labia majora and forcefully pulled them apart. My most mysterious genitals were so roughly played with and separated by him, revealing the virgin territory hidden by pubic hair and labia majora. He greedily stared at my red labia minora and the urethral and vaginal openings deeper inside. He suddenly lowered his head and pressed his mouth tightly against mine—I was forced to spread my two long legs, letting him forcefully pry open my labia, but unexpectedly, he started licking himself there with his tongue—"Mmm—it's so itchy—!" "Good brother!" "Don't do this!" "Ah!" "No!" "Itchy—it's so itchy!" "

Ah—don't put it in!" "Please!" "Please—please—please!" I screamed, groaned, and gasped weakly—using the last of my strength to twist my slender waist and buttocks, hoping to escape the assault of his mouth. But my writhing naked body only excited him more and made him more violent. He spread my labia majora wide open, his tongue licking the inside of my labia majora forcefully, making me moan incessantly: No! —No! —No-no! —It hurts! —Ah! —Help! —On the warehouse bed, a sexy young woman's white jade-like legs were spread wide, and a young man was playing with her between her legs. The whole room was filled with the woman's seductive moans. The scene was truly too lewd. I weakly gripped the sheets, enduring the sexual assault from inside my labia. As my screams grew louder, more and more white fluid seeped from my vulva, flowing down my labia to my anus—my thighs—my buttocks—and onto the sheets.

His nimble tongue grew increasingly audacious and bold, slowly moving from my labia majora to my labia minora, finally slipping inside my tiny, bean-sized vaginal opening and beginning to move in and out. I felt waves of tingling pleasure in my vaginal opening, instinctively wanting to clench my legs, but he forcefully spread them apart, watching as my once tightly closed labia majora were now wide open, and streams of white fluid gushed from my vaginal opening—"Little slut, why are you leaking so much?" he asked excitedly. I replied shyly and helplessly, "Ah…not all of it is me…I leaked…and…and my husband…and my husband's semen…Oh God, I finally said it." And he finally couldn't hold back any longer, pulling out his large, erect penis that had been throbbing for an hour or so. I felt his tongue leave my vaginal opening, and only then did I secretly breathe a sigh of relief. My face flushed, I wanted to look down at what he had done to my genitals, but I immediately saw his thick, erect penis with its spiky shaft exposed. Little slut! "You're so horny! You just finished with your husband, and now I'm your husband too! —I'll fuck you to death!!" He chuckled lewdly, pressing his hard, shiny glans against my vulva. Instinctively, I screamed and twisted my hips, trying to escape the ravages of his huge cock. Unexpectedly, my movements only made my wet genitals rub against his thick penis. He waited patiently, holding his large cock in his right hand, pressing it against my vulva, lewdly watching my writhing body rub against his enormous member. In just a few minutes, I was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

He used his right hand to guide his thick cock, aiming the ping-pong ball-sized glans at my opening. Suddenly, he lowered his hips, and the hard glans was almost completely inside. I felt a tearing pain in my vaginal opening. No! —Please! —Please—no—no!! —Ah! —It hurts—no—no! — He grinned wickedly, watching his glans swell and widen my tiny vaginal opening. My painful screams fueled his animalistic urges. He felt my warm, moist vaginal opening tightly gripping his hard, engorged glans, waves of sexual pleasure surging through him. He pulled his hips back, and in the instant I let out a breath, he thrust his hips forward again, his thick penis plunging deep into my vagina. I almost fainted from the force of his thrusts; my vagina burned, ached, and swelled unbearably. No! — Ugh! — No! — It hurts! — It hurts so much—it hurts so much! — Ah! — No! —Stop—his engorged penis was halfway inside me, my vagina tightly gripping his hot cock. Streams of white, lustful fluid seeped from the point where his penis met my vaginal opening. His penis trembled with excitement, oblivious to the life or death of the sexy woman beneath him. With another thrust, he shoved his entire penis inside me amidst my screams! Only

then did he shift his gaze from my wanton genitals to my face. My brows furrowed, my teeth clenched, and I struggled to suppress a moan. I realized that the more I screamed, the harder he thrust, but the feeling of fullness inside my vagina was unbearable, and it was even more painful not to scream! He read these hidden messages on my face, and his lower body began to move. He began to thrust slowly, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, his rough penis rubbing against the tender walls of my vagina. Waves of pleasure from the friction spread throughout my body. My clenched teeth loosened, and a seductive moan echoed in the room: "Good husband—no!—Don't do this!" —-So good! —Mmm! —Mmm—Mmm! —-No! —-No more! —–He

lay on top of me, holding my sweaty body, my swollen breasts pressed tightly against him. Hearing me call him "husband" on my own initiative, he went even crazier. He kissed me while his waist kept thrusting back and forth, continuing his three shallow and one deep thrusting method. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his words became more and more obscene: "Little slut! Does your husband feel good fucking you? My slutty wife! I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you! —Fuck!"

He became more and more excited. Such gentle movements could no longer satisfy his lust. He suddenly got up, forcefully pulled my thighs apart, put them on his shoulders, and looked down at his penis brutally ravaging me. He began to use all his strength with every thrust. Under the frenzied movements of his iron rod, the bed creaked loudly, interspersed with my hoarse screams. Under his lecherous assault, my vagina secreted even more fluids, moistening my tender vaginal walls. With each powerful thrust, it made a squelching sound. These sounds excited him even more. He held my waist, thrusting tirelessly. I lay there helplessly, feeling my whole body heaving back and forth, my breasts swaying violently, the tugs at the base of my nipples causing discomfort. I soon noticed his gaze fixed on my breasts. I watched in horror as he reached out and grabbed my two bouncing breasts, beginning another round of ravaging. This time, he kneaded my full breasts like a wild beast, as if trying to crush them. My white, tender breasts quickly became red, swollen, and even more alluring.

His penis wasn't idle either. While he played with my two plump breasts with his hands, he thrust his penis hard with his waist. The edge of his hard glans scraped against the tender flesh of my vaginal walls. My vaginal opening, which was the size of a soybean, was swollen to the size of an egg by his thick penis. Every time he pulled out his penis, my labia majora and minora would turn outwards, bringing with them my thick white fluid. Time passed by, and I was half dead from his fucking. My long hair was a mess on the bed, some of it still hanging on my sweaty breasts. His penis finally couldn't hold back any longer. Like a wild beast, he thrust hard for the last few dozen times, gripping my two plump breasts tightly with his hands, and gushed out streams of hot semen from his urethra. I felt as if boiling water had been poured into my uterus. I twisted my slender waist a few more times, and the white fluid gushed out like a spring—only then did he truly appreciate my alluring naked body. My breasts were swollen and red from his vigorous kneading, my nipples trembling slightly like two red grapes. Below my slender waist and flat abdomen was that lush forest, my pubic hair wet and unable to cover the most alluring female genitalia. My labia majora were engorged and swollen from his penetration, completely parted to the sides, my vaginal opening still slightly open, and streams of thick white fluid flowing out continuously—as he ejaculated, the room suddenly became very quiet. My lewd moans stopped, and only soft breathing could be heard.

He pulled his penis out of my vagina, his ejaculated semen still flowing out. He said to me lecherously, "Little slut, what's flowing out of there?" I blushed with embarrassment and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying!" "You know perfectly well what I mean, 'It's all yours—yours—dirty—dirty stuff

! What dirty stuff?' Tell me!

'It's—it's—semen

! Whose semen is it? Tell me quickly.

It's…it's yours…it's yours and…my husband's semen…' Her words trailed off, barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz. My adorable, embarrassed expression was a stark contrast to her earlier screams when she was being poked.

My lewd words reignited his desire. His burning gaze began scanning my naked body again, as he made me masturbate his penis. Soon, his cock was erect again, thick and hard thanks to my first time. Like a wolf, he pounced on my naked body. My vagina was still wet and slippery; this time, there was no foreplay, only the release of his primal lust." Just like before, he spread my legs wide, pressed his swollen, purplish-black, thick penis against my vaginal opening, and with a forceful thrust, plunged his entire penis into my little hole.

Having learned from my previous experience, my vagina wasn't as tight as the first time, allowing him to penetrate and withdraw more easily. The intense pleasure from the in-and-out motion made his movements even more ferocious and powerful, as if he wanted to pierce my vagina. While holding me down, he thrust his penis in and out hard, yelling: "Slutty wife! —-I'm going to fuck you to death! —-Scream! —-Call me husband! —-Mmm—No! —-No! —-It hurts—-Please! —-No more! —-Ah! —-Husband—I—I want it!" I felt a hot, hard rod tirelessly thrusting in and out of my lower body, the tip feeling like a cork-sized object constantly hitting my cervix, sending waves of tingling sensations through me. "No more! —-Please! —-Your penis—is too big! —-Mmm!" —-

Under his frenzied movements, I quickly reached orgasm. Hot, wet fluid gushed from my uterus, scalding his large glans. My vagina instinctively contracted, tightly gripping his penis, as if my little mouth were sucking on his glans. This time, he couldn't hold back any longer, and a thick stream of semen shot out again. He held me tightly, ejaculating all his semen into my small uterus.

We fell asleep in each other's arms. After resting for a while, his strength gradually returned, while I was already exhausted, drenched in sweat, my long hair disheveled. Suddenly, my phone rang, startling me. I quickly answered, and it was my husband calling. He said he was drinking with friends and wouldn't be home, and told me to get some rest. I quickly agreed and hung up. He asked who was calling. I wrapped one arm around him, pressing my breast against his face, and with the other, I took his hand and guided it back to my vagina. She said shyly in a low voice, "I'll keep you company on duty at the warehouse tonight, so you can enjoy me slowly. But be gentle, because I still need my husband to do it tomorrow..."

My husband is very naughty. Although they say women love bad men, his methods of being naughty were really hard for me to get used to at first. His naughtiness is also a kind of quirk; he likes to expose me. Every time we go shopping, to parties, or to visit friends, he makes me dress very sexy and revealing, making the men around us look at me excitedly, and he feels very happy and satisfied. I remember I didn't agree at first, but after his persistent coaxing, I finally agreed. The tension and embarrassment were indescribable, but that feeling of tension and excitement also made me very excited, so I gradually acquiesced to him. Now, when my husband isn't around, I often go shopping dressed very revealingly, and seeing the excited looks in the eyes of strange men around me makes me incredibly excited.

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