Unavoidable circumstances (Chapter 2)

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Chapter Two: Unsatisfied Desires of a Married Woman. In her confused lust, Winnie harbored a hidden yearning to relive the time from their courtship to shortly after their marriage, to repeat those indescribably wonderful days. Back then, Leyang was as vigorous as a wild bull, never knowing fatigue. He wasn't this refined young man; he would roughly throw her onto the sofa, brazenly spread her buttocks, and forcefully thrust his thick, hard penis inside her. His penis, like an old farmer's sickle, diligently harvested the wheat of youth, relentlessly pounding until she was utterly exhausted. Whenever she recalled those wild nights, Winnie's vagina would involuntarily become wet. During those unforgettable days, every time they made love, she saw Leyang as a wild bull and herself as a cow. As he thrust into her, it was like running through a tropical rainforest, sweating profusely, roaring through dense undergrowth, huffing and puffing as they traversed the thicket, until they reached the vast grasslands, running under the blazing sun, with only the whooshing wind in their ears. Their bodies remained tightly intertwined, no longer needing to breathe, only kissing, only sucking, only thrusting. Now, since having their daughter, Leyang never makes love like that again. Perhaps it's the pressure of work, or perhaps it's the weariness of making love with the same woman over and over again. In any case, she could feel this change, which disappointed her and exhausted her. The tip of his engorged penis dripped slippery fluid from her mouth, filling the space between her oral cavity and his erect penis. Leyang finally couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her hair, lifted her head, and pulled his wet penis out of her disheveled mouth. His face was flushed red from the long period of restraint. He turned the woman over, making Winnie lie on her back, then gently opened her legs. With one hand, he lightly parted her labia, while the other grasped his long, erect penis, aiming it at the entrance of her vagina. He crawled closer on his knees, slowly lowering himself. Desire, after all, was still desire; Winnie's expectations were dashed once again. He hadn't spent time caressing her breasts, stroking her thighs, or stimulating her clitoris in a long time. No friction, no probing, just one thrust, and the thick penis plunged straight into her vagina, all the way in. Winnie didn't utter a sound, experiencing a full-blown pleasure. She clung tightly to the man's broad back, frantically pinching and scratching his firm muscles with her fingernails, trying to arouse his passion even more intensely. She even hooked her feet around his buttocks, trying to lift her hips upwards so he could thrust deeper. Winnie's buttocks were still burning; she knew they were red from his slapping. However, Le Yang didn't even notice that Winnie had flinched back in fear of pain; he simply entered her, completely unconcerned. She closed her eyes helplessly. She needed wildness, but she needed tenderness even more; those days were gone forever. As the man began to thrust, Winnie started to moan softly, the monotonous "Ah...ah..." sounds seeming perfunctory. She strained her hips to match the rhythm of the thrusts, hoping for a more intense penetration. But her hopes were dashed again. She didn't know when it started, but Le Yang had transformed from a beastly man into a gentle, refined one, as if he now preferred to make love to her tenderly. Now was no exception. He gently moved in and out of Winnie's vagina, producing slow, rhythmic "crackling" sounds, like playing a melodious violin piece. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me..." she could only cry out urgently. The man's gentle thrusting brought an itch to her vagina, an itch that crawled like ants on the walls of her flesh, leaving Winnie unable to retreat or advance. "...Ah...Fuck my cunt!...Fuck me faster..." She needed intense and rapid stimulation. In the past, Leyang would have been so at ease, always punishing her subtly, patiently teasing her, and then giving her full and intense satisfaction. Now, as soon as he heard Winnie's cries, he believed them, thinking that he was about to climax, and he couldn't wait to thrust, like someone rushing to their destination. Now he did just that, pumping up his spirits and thrusting violently. Winnie's vagina was splashed with fluids, making loud "splat" sounds. Her clitoris throbbed and went numb, and that long-lost sensation slowly gathered from her limbs to between her legs... She gritted her teeth and waited, silently praying. Suddenly, Le Yang groaned and thrust deeply inside her, pressing against her vagina, convulsing and ejaculating repeatedly. Finally, he let out a long sigh, rolled over, and fell flat on his back next to Winnie, like a large fish thrown onto the shore, panting heavily. He turned his head and kissed Winnie, a satisfied smile on his face. In that last short moment, Le Yang did feel the trembling of her vagina, but he was completely unaware that he was still a little short; he hadn't brought his woman to the peak of desire. Winnie was quite annoyed, but she didn't show it on her face. She gently took his hand and placed it between his parted legs. The unsatisfied opening was opening and closing, spitting out the thick, white semen that couldn't be contained. "Oh...darling, you...haven't you climaxed yet?" Le Yang finally realized he had misjudged again. He inserted his fingertips into the trembling opening below, dabbing the sticky, warm semen onto the woman's still erect clitoris, as if trying to make up for something, more or less. "Sigh..." Winnie sighed, but still forgave him. Although his passion in bed had waned, overall, he was a good man, a family man. "Let's do it properly next time!" she comforted him. Next time was next week, and she didn't expect it to be really good next time. She didn't know how many times she had said this kind of feigned comfort. She had become accustomed to this kind of perfunctory sex. Since arriving in Shanghai and joining the logistics company, her husband had become even busier, sometimes working overtime, exhausted all day, collapsing into bed as soon as he got home. Their communication had become incredibly brief—just like their sex life. Winnie's passion hadn't subsided; her body was still immersed in the afterglow of her heightened desire. As compensation, Leyang began gently pressing her erect clitoris, changing his technique from time to time—sometimes rubbing up and down, sometimes gently pulling, sometimes circling… Gradually, that pleasure button became hard again, throbbing at her fingertips once more due to engorgement, and Winnie was once again immersed in heightened desire. But Winnie always felt something was missing. She couldn't quite put her finger on it; perhaps it was something more fervent, something pleasurable—oh, passion, but it didn't seem like it. She also needed tenderness. The days with Leyang were happy; she felt that happiness. He was an absolutely responsible and kind man, and he treated her well in his own way—but she wanted more than that. She wanted more, like being loved like a girl again, not just treated like a mother or a wife. She remembered they had discussed this, but he hadn't paid any attention. Winnie didn't know if she wanted to continue like this. Was this the rumored "seven-year itch"? "Divorce"—this dangerous thought, once so distant, now stirred deep within her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Maybe they could separate for a while and see, she thought. "Darling, go take a shower! No need, I'm already very content," the woman said as gently as possible, concealing the small, throbbing stirring within her. She hadn't thought of the right words, and now wasn't the right time. "Okay!" Leyang removed his hand from her vulva and got up to take a shower. As the sound of running water came from the bathroom, Winnie hooked the sheet with her foot and pulled it over herself. With Leyang not by her side, she felt so relaxed and at ease, her thoughts running wild like a runaway horse—it felt wonderful. The Leyang of the past was gone, and now she had to recreate the image of a new lover in her mind, a man with large, bright eyes, a well-proportioned body, and alluring muscles. More importantly, he would please her in her own way, a blend of wildness and elegance... This fantasy rescued her from the prison of her monotonous life, making her feel like she had returned to her teenage years, her youthful heart pounding again. It was probably back in her hometown, around the time she realized her life had lost its passion, that she discovered masturbation was a good option. She would create this near-perfect lover in her mind while fantasizing about making love wildly with this non-existent figure, completely different from her husband's current refined demeanor. Her hand involuntarily rose from under the sheets, caressing her full, soft breasts. Her other hand silently and lovingly stroked her inner thighs, moving over her soft abdomen until she felt the soft, thick pubic hair. She twirled these tangled curls between her fingers, gently tugging and playing with them. At first, she only tugged lightly, strand by strand, causing a slight pain.Her labia gradually swelled. The area around her clitoris began to heat up, and finally, she couldn't control herself, grabbing handfuls of her pubic hair and rubbing her entire palm against the wet crevice. Her hand, which had been caressing her breasts, reached for her cute, strawberry-tip-like nipples, pinching her left nipple, then her right, until they both stood erect and hard, until she began to tremble uncontrollably from the caresses. Her labia slowly swelled again, and new vaginal fluid overflowed, warmly wetting her palm. Her nimble fingers parted the moist petals, and her long, slender index finger groped its way inside, penetrating the warm swamp. There, it thrust and churned, emitting lascivious "gurgling" sounds. Soon, she found the "button of pleasure"—that's what Leyang called it, and it was quite fitting—this pulsating little flesh was so magical; a gentle touch was like a key to pleasure, opening the door to desire and leading her to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Now that she had found it, she began to press and gently rub it, slowly and softly kneading it until a wave of pleasure began to rise in her lower abdomen. Then, she began to rub faster and harder. At this moment, in her mind, she wasn't making love with her fingers, but with that unknown "perfect lover": he was holding her neck, brutally thrusting into her vagina from behind, his smooth glans relentlessly pounding against her cervix—the kind of roughness she craved, a perfectly timed, relentless roughness. She twisted her body in response, feeling an unparalleled pleasure. She was completely submerged in the illusory waves of lust, covering her mouth to stifle a sound, letting this "perfect lover" ravage her, fuck her, preferably until she passed out—she felt she was about to suffocate. Suddenly, Winnie tensed up, arching her body under the covers to form a small, graceful bridge. A blissful cry escaped her lips through her fingers—"Ugh—"—a drawn-out twang, followed by spasms as she collapsed backward onto the bed. The bridge collapsed; she had finally been brought to the peak of pleasure by her "perfect lover," she had finally achieved her desire. When she opened her eyes, Leyang was already standing in the doorway, awkwardly grinning at her. "Did you have to do this?" His face wore a complex expression, and a small tent was tucked under the towel beneath him. Winnie, her face apologetic, gave him an awkward smile. He came over, pulled back the sheet, and crawled underneath, burying his head between Winnie's thighs. His hair wasn't completely dry; it was still damp. His nimble tongue greedily licked inside and outside her vulva, making a "slurping" sound. The warm, sticky nectar was swept away by his tongue, his licking somewhat harshly, as if in revenge. But he would never know that the sweet juice he swallowed was the product of his wife's affair with that "perfect lover" he would never know about. Feeling sticky and uncomfortable, Winnie got out of bed, quickly took a shower, and returned, utterly exhausted, lying on the other side of the bed. The man roughly grabbed her shoulders, pulled her over, and held her in his arms—where had his tenderness gone? He seemed to have gotten used to expressing himself through actions now, but more often than not, he took inappropriate actions at the wrong time. Winnie didn't react. Satisfied, the woman had become much more rational. She stiffened in his arms, but gradually relaxed. The afternoon sun streamed through the glass window, warming everyone's hearts. Leyang seemed content; he let the woman lie in his arms, turned to face her, reached out and held one of her breasts, and slowly closed his eyes—everything seemed as good as before again. [To be continued] clt2014 Gold Coins +8 Reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!

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