Fallen Wife

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My husband and I are both honest, ordinary people. We worked hard to buy a house and get married in this city. Our married life is quite uneventful, though we occasionally have a little excitement, but it's rare. Because of his work, my husband is often away on business trips, so I work from home, do housework, and surf the internet in my spare time.

Our apartment isn't big, so the computer is in the bedroom. Since the city is quite hot, I like to draw the curtains and walk around naked when I'm home alone. But outside, I'm definitely a conservative person; my clothes are very traditional, and I rarely even wear miniskirts.

One day, I was naked in the bedroom surfing the internet when I suddenly got a system message notification on QQ. A stranger had requested to add me as a friend. I habitually double-clicked it, and the reason for the request read: "I want to have sex with you." I despise these kinds of boring men who harass others online, so I clicked "decline" without hesitation. But QQ immediately disconnected, and the computer automatically shut down. Since similar things had happened before, I didn't pay any attention, restarted the computer, went online, and opened QQ.

A familiar message tone came from QQ. I looked and saw a new friend on my contacts named "Playboy," the same number I had just rejected.

I opened the message box. "Why did you reject me?" he asked.

"How did you add me?" I asked anxiously, because I had seen news about QQ account theft before, and I was afraid he had stolen my account.

"I have your QQ number and password," he sent a sly smiley face. "I've already taken control of your crappy computer. I've seen everything on it, and I know your and your husband's names and workplaces." My head suddenly spun. I didn't know how to reply. My mind raced, and I quickly thought of finding someone to fix my computer.

"Want to have your computer reinstalled?" he seemed to read my mind. "I'll show you something," he said.

Soon, some small pictures came from the other end of the computer. I was stunned: they were all photos I had taken naked at home. There were photos of me walking naked in the bedroom, photos of me sitting in front of the computer, and even a few pictures of my husband and me making love in bed. Although they were taken through a webcam, some were not very clear, but the ones I posted online were very clear: I was sitting naked in front of the computer.

"What do you want?" I typed these words with trembling hands.

"I just want to tell you not to try to reinstall the computer or do anything else to stop me, and don't delete me from your friends list." He replied quickly, "That's all for today, let's chat again when we're free, bye." I don't know how I logged off or got into bed. My mind was blank, and I kept thinking about what he wanted to do.

The next day, I overslept without realizing it. I hurriedly got up, washed and put on makeup, and rushed to work. I was absent-minded all day, and I didn't dare to log on to QQ, which I always used to log off at work.

(II) Falling into the Trap For several days in a row, I didn't dare to turn on the computer. That day, because I hadn't finished some work, I had to go back to work overtime. As soon as I turned on my computer and connected to the internet, QQ automatically logged in, and a message from "Playboy" popped up: "Why haven't you been online for several days?　 "

After a few days of calm, my mind started to clear up a bit. I knew I couldn't be weak; I had to get him off my computer, or I'd never have peace.

"What exactly do you want?" I calmly typed, "Prying into other people's privacy is illegal. Be careful, or I'll report you to the police." "Heh," he replied with a grinning emoji, "Go ahead, who can find me? As long as you're not afraid I'll send these photos to your workplace and then forward them to all your friends on QQ." He typed my name, workplace, and workplace address into the message box, easily breaking down all my defenses.

QQ uploaded a video request. "Accept it quickly," he urged from the other end of the network.

I mechanically clicked accept. A light yellow t-shirt appeared in the video window; I couldn't see his face. The background seemed to be a bedroom with wooden floors.

"Why are you dressed so neatly today?" A deep baritone voice came from the speaker.

"What exactly do you want?" This was the only question I could think of when facing this strange intruder.

"I want to fuck you, didn't I say that when I added you?" he shamelessly replied. "I've been watching you for a long time. You're not particularly pretty, but you have a certain charm. Your breasts aren't big, but they're very firm." Blood rushed to my head. I felt like I'd been stripped naked and placed in front of him, speechless.

"Take off your clothes. I prefer you naked," he said calmly from the other end of the computer.

"You, you... shameless!" I trembled with excitement.

"Haha," he laughed, "I just want to see you, nothing else. Anyway, you have all these photos in my hands. Aren't you afraid I'll tell your husband that you were having a nude chat with someone while he was away on a business trip?" "You, you, you're talking nonsense," I cried out. "Whether you talk nonsense or

not is up to you. Why are you being so long-winded? Are you going to take your clothes off or not?" he threatened.

Although I couldn't see his face, I could imagine his lewd eyes and shameless expression. Taking off my clothes in this situation was no different from undressing in front of a stranger; I simply couldn't do it.

"Hurry up," he urged on the other end, "I've already added your boss as a friend. He's online right now, and if you don't take your clothes off soon, I'll send him a picture of you." He softly uttered the online name of our office director, Li Tao.

I glanced at it, and sure enough, just as he said, Li Tao was online.

"No, no. I, I'll take them off," I cried out.

Not being able to see his face or know his identity made me feel a little better. With trembling hands, I unbuttoned my coat, then my pants. Only my underwear remained, and I hesitated. He didn't seem to be in a hurry on the other end of the computer; the room fell silent, save for the buzzing sound from the computer case and the sound of his heavy breathing.

This silence broke me. I gritted my teeth, unhooked my bra, and tremblingly pulled down my underwear. I was completely naked before him. I closed my eyes, tears streaming silently down my face.

"Not bad, not bad," he clicked his tongue, "Even though I've seen it many times, I still like your figure." "Please let me go, I've done everything." I pleaded, crying.

"Let you go? Haha," he laughed, "I haven't even started yet." "Then, what do you want to do?" I repeated.

"Nothing, seeing how shy you are usually, and how far away you are when you're having sex with your husband, you can't see very clearly. Today, let me have a good look and I'll let you go." I was already a lamb to the slaughter, with no room for bargaining. I could only do whatever he said, hoping it wouldn't affect my life and work.

(III) Brainwashing "How about this," he said, "I have no other intentions, you just read some novels to me every day." He sent a compressed file from the internet.

I opened it and saw the name, and I knew it wasn't any proper novel. It was something like My Exposed Wife, The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Breast Fetish Boy, My Experience of Cheating, The Three Sisters of Takagi... There were several hundred of them.

"These are all my treasures. From now on, you'll read some novels to me every day," he said.

"Yes, yes," I replied softly.

"Let's start today." He leaned back in his chair, his chin visible on the video.

I randomly opened a novel and began to read it softly. The contents made me blush. Whenever I read words like "penis," "pussy," "fuck me," "pink nipples," or "clitoris," I couldn't help but lower my voice and feel my face burning.

Naturally, I didn't finish my work that night, and I had to rush to submit it at work the next day. From then on, whenever my husband wasn't home, I would read him his novels. It gradually became a habit, and I wasn't as nervous when I sat naked in front of him at the computer; it felt like just another job.

When my husband was home, he was very tactful and never contacted me. But I could clearly feel the change in myself. Every time I made love with my husband, I would think of the novels, of the women's passionate screams and wanton abandon, and I couldn't help but moan.

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