Online survey plus on-site investigation

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Last autumn, I stumbled upon a new trend called online BDSM.

My first BDSM subject was a woman with the online name "It's Hard to Be a Good Person."

At that time, my wife and I had been married for five years. For those five years, I had settled down to be a good husband and father.

I once thought I had reformed from a playboy.

Unfortunately, I hadn't.

During the National Day holiday, my wife took the kids to visit her parents, but I couldn't go because I had to work overtime.

For the seven-day holiday, I was assigned to be on duty in the office on the first and fourth days… It was really awful.

After work, I went home to a quiet, deserted place. As usual, I played games, specifically League of Legends. In college, I used to play all night with my roommates, but now, I don't know if it's because I'm getting old, but after a couple of games, it lost its appeal.

The rest of my life was predictable.

Playing on my phone, playing games, lying on the sofa pretending to be dead…

Then, while browsing Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website), I saw an ad for an app:

Soul.

Soulmate.

Find a compatible soulmate to chat with…

This was much more sophisticated than the WeChat Drift Bottle, Momo, and Tantan apps I used to use.

(Disclaimer: I am absolutely not advertising for the software.)

I was genuinely bored, so I thought I'd chat with someone on the platform.

I won't go into the initial chats, but when I encountered "It's so hard to be a good person," I asked her, "Can we chat?"

"Sure," she replied.

Afraid my flirting skills had deteriorated from not flirting for a while, I played a dice game with her—basically a game of whoever wins and whoever loses has to tell the truth.

I lost the first round.

She asked, "Have you ever cheated?"

"Yes," I said.

Of course, I haven't. Since marrying my wife, I haven't cheated on her.

Why did I say I had?

When a woman's first question is whether you've ever cheated, you must say yes!

Because there's a 99% chance she has, and the remaining 1% chance she wanted to.

If you say you've cheated, you're kindred spirits.

I call this "comrades-in-arms sympathy."

That is, having committed the same mistake, your relationship will quickly become closer.

There's a saying in society: the four strongest relationships are: those who studied together, those who fought together, those who frequented brothels together, and those who shared spoils together.

The reason these four types of people get along well is based on this principle—you share a special, private experience, and the more secretive and unspeakable that experience is, the better your relationship becomes.

I won the next round.

"Have you ever cheated?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

Sure enough!

This further confirmed my judgment.

"Was it good when you cheated?" I continued.

"Yes,"

she said little, but didn't refuse to answer, which was good news.

She's a woman who craves excitement; her quietness is simply because she hasn't opened up yet.

We continued playing the game, and I won more than I lost.

"What position do you like?"

"Doggy style," she answered quickly.

Through the screen, I could imagine her typing those two words without a care.

The internet is truly amazing!

"Standing, lying down, or kneeling doggy style?" I asked again.

"Anything is fine."

Then I lost.

She: "How often do you and your wife do it?"

"Two or three times a week," I replied.

I lied to her about that number; my wife and I actually do it almost every day. This was clearly absurd; people who have been married for a few years usually have a much lower frequency of sex.

If I said too much, she would think I was bragging.

"That's fine then," she said.

I asked, "How many times a week do you have sex?"

The three small black dots on the screen, representing the input, began to flash. After a while, she said, "We probably don't do it as often in a month as you do in a week."

I started to get excited.

In my mind, she wasn't a "young married woman looking for excitement," but rather a "young married woman with unsatisfied desires looking for excitement."

The latter was obviously easier to get than the former.

"A bit infrequent," I said. "Looks like you're the 'quality type.'"

"What do you mean by 'quality type'?"

"It means that although the frequency is low, the quality of each time is very high."

"Hehe," she replied with two words.

If I didn't know she was a woman of few words, I would have thought she was mocking me.

"My husband's sex is very short," she added. Me: " Short

?

" Her: "Yeah." Me: "How many minutes?" Her: "Yeah." Me: "About how many minutes?" Her: "Two minutes." I said, "That's pretty short." "Yeah, so I don't really want to do it," she said. I thought for a moment, and was about to type when her message popped up on the screen: "How long do you usually last?" "20 to 60 minutes, depending on the situation," I said. "If the other person orgasms quickly, I won't hold back, and the time will be short." She: "Can you hold back on that?" I: "Yes. But with some women who know how to make love, you can't hold back even if you want to." She: "Then you're good, your wife must be very sexually happy." This wasn't a typo; she really meant "sexually happy." I: "She is quite sexually happy, and I feel very comfortable too." Then I started asking her about her husband's affair, and she didn't hold back at all, telling me everything. It turned out that her husband had cheated on her before, maintaining a long-term relationship with another woman, who had even had an abortion for him. Because she felt deceived, she was frustrated and full of hatred, unable to resist the temptation of another person, and went to a hotel. I asked her for specific details, but she refused to say anything, seemingly because the person she had an affair with wasn't a good person, and she didn't want to talk about him anymore. All I knew was that they had done it in a hotel and also in a car. Later, as we got to know each other better, she told me that she was usually a very proper woman, even somewhat frigid, but once aroused, she was terrifying. I asked her how terrifying, and she said that even if her husband was home, she would still go out to have sex. She said it was something like having sex in the car; her lover would call her, and she would go downstairs and have sex with him in the car. We chatted for three or four days, and things progressed quickly. I started consciously seducing her. "Want to hear me make love with my wife?"

“Watch live? Sure, why not watch it for free?” she said.

“Then let’s make a voice call, don’t talk, don’t make any noise.”

I plugged in my earphones and made a voice call, which she accepted quickly.

Then I turned off the screen, lay on the bed, and started teasing my wife.

My wife is petite, only 1.5 meters tall, but has a great figure. When we got together, I liked her butt.

It’s a peach butt, round and firm.

I hugged her from behind, put the microphone of my earphone to her ear, and whispered, “Wife, I want it.”

My wife giggled and nudged my penis with her butt.

“You bad boy!”

“Hehe, I’m just that bad… Feel it with your hand, see if my little rascal is hard?” I tried to speak slowly because she was from Jiangsu, and I was afraid she wouldn’t understand if I spoke Sichuan dialect too fast. My

wife grabbed my penis with her hand and gently stroked it a couple of times.

“You bad boy, what do you want to do?” she said, but her hand started teasing me skillfully.

After being married for several years, she knows exactly what I like.

"I want to fuck you!"

We were both lying on our right sides. I slipped my hand inside her clothes, gently flicking her nipples with my fingers. I propped myself up slightly and lightly kissed her neck.

This was my wife's sensitive spot; as my tongue traced her smooth skin, I could feel goosebumps rising on her skin from excitement.

Sure enough, my wife quickly stroked herself a few times with her hand, then removed her left hand, breathing softly, "No!"

She said that, but her buttocks thrust back a few times.

I chuckled and vigorously squeezed her breasts. She gasped, reaching for me with her right hand, but my left hand suddenly slipped into her pajama bottoms, placing it directly on her vulva. I parted her labia with my ring and index fingers, then thrust my middle finger inside.

"You little slut, you say no, but you're already wet!"

My wife giggled. "That's because I just showered and didn't dry myself properly!"

She was a very wet woman; as soon as I said yes, she would immediately produce enough lubrication.

Suddenly, some very faint sounds came through my headphones.

It was her!

"Didn't we agree not to make a sound...?" I was a little scared, but also a little excited.

Could she have heard my wife and me and was masturbating?

Afraid my wife would hear, I quickly grabbed her panties, along with her pajama bottoms, and pulled them down.

"Ah! What are you doing?! Why are you taking my pants off?!" my wife "shrieked." Of course, this was fake; it was just a little playful thing between us. She always liked to play the role of a woman being raped, enticing me to fuck her fiercely like a perpetrator.

I didn't say anything, my attention was entirely on the earphones. The sound from the earphones was still quite clear in the night, a clicking sound, like the other person's earphone cord rattling.

I quickly stuffed the earphones under the pillow, leaving only the microphone sticking out.

"I'm going to rape you!" I said to my wife, then, holding my penis, I thrust hard into her vagina.

"Oh..." my wife let out a satisfied moan, her buttocks involuntarily thrusting back slightly.

I also let out a sigh of pleasure, intentionally, wanting to amplify my breathing so she could hear.

"No, I'm going to sue you! You can't do this!"

My wife's petite body twisted in my arms, pretending to resist.

I held her tightly, thrusting my penis deep inside her, and shouted, "What are you going to sue me for?"

"For rape!"

"You're so wet down there, how can you sue me for rape? You did it willingly! Listen, there's so much water down there!"

I pulled my penis out a little and scraped the head of my penis back and forth at the entrance of her vagina, her warm, wet pussy making a "gurgling" sound.

"Did you hear that? The sound of water!" I held the microphone behind my wife's buttocks, this question was directed at my wife, but also at the person on the voice call with me.

"I heard it! That's what you made me feel!" My wife enjoyed it, "You forced yourself on me!"

I chuckled, and suddenly thrust all the way in.

"Ah! So good!" my wife cried out.

"Husband...you can't do this...ahhh...no, I'm going to sue you for rape! You didn't ask me permission...ah...you just went in! Ah, no more...I'm going to tell the police...ah...tell you...you raped me!"

She began to moan lewdly.

As I fucked her with a nine-shallow-one-deep motion, I quickly typed on my phone.

"Did you hear the water?"

The screen replied, "Yes. She's moaning so hard."

I felt an extraordinary stimulation, not just from the warmth and wetness of her vagina surrounding my penis, but also from the psychological satisfaction.

It felt like I was fucking two women at the same time; the one moaning in front of me was my wife, and another woman was watching us intently, a look of desire on her face.

This thought made my penis swell even more.

My wife felt its hardness and moaned even louder.

"Ah! Husband, husband...it's so full down there...you bad man, you're going so deep...ah, no, no more...it's hitting my cervix. Husband, your penis is so hard...mmm, so hard! Hard and hot..."

I held her peach-shaped buttocks with my left hand, maintaining the rhythm as I fucked her, while my right hand quickly typed, "Does it sound good?"

The screen replied, "Your wife is very comfortable."

I breathed heavily, a smile on my face. I knew she must be thinking about it, perhaps even fantasizing that I was fucking her right now!

She once told me that my voice was very pleasant and magnetic.

I knew myself that many women in the past enjoyed listening to my panting during sex; it seemed to be a great source of satisfaction. As a man, I could only interpret it as women also enjoying hearing the moans of the opposite sex.

I typed: "I imagine you're right here watching me, watching my big cock fuck my pussy!"

After typing this, I threw down my phone and slapped my wife's buttocks.

"Smack!"

The loud sound, combined with my wife's moans, was incredibly lewd, and with the squelching sounds, it was practically a sex symphony!

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

I slapped her a few more times, and my wife became even more excited.

"Are you still going to sue me?!" I thrust harder, each time reaching the deepest point.

"Sue! Ah... I... I'll sue you... Ah... rape!" My wife stubbornly insisted.

"Should we call the police?"

"Yes! Ah... deeper..."

"How can you prove I raped you! Your pussy is already wet!" I kept thrusting my hips while slapping her soft, white buttocks.

"I told the police... ah... I told them you... from behind... ah... ah... from behind... fuck me with your big cock! Spread my... ah... ah... ah... spread my legs... and thrust in all at once!"

She started fantasizing.

I followed her imagination: "The police said they want to see the scene of the incident, will you let them?"

"Mmm!" My wife's vagina tightened.

"The police want to see your cunt!" I thrust harder, listening carefully to the subtle sounds in my earpiece... those sounds, it seemed to be her on the other end of the phone, breathing softly!

Was she masturbating?

This thought made me even more aroused.

"Mmm... let him see... I'll let him see... ah!" My wife was already immersed in sex, and also immersed in her imagination.

"Not him!" I slapped her butt, "It's them! Several policemen heard that a slut like you was raped, and they all want to come and see, are you going to spread your cunt open for them to see?!"

"Ah... ah... I'll let them see! Let the police see my little cunt!" My wife reached out and rubbed her breasts.

"Then you definitely can't sue me, because you're so wet down there, and the police used their fingers to spread your cunt open and lick your juices!"

"It's all because of you! Ah... just like that... ah..." my wife screamed loudly.

“The police will fuck you too! You're just asking for it!” I grabbed my wife’s hair, forcing her upper body back, while my left hand gripped her hips tightly.

The sudden violence made my wife let out a long scream.

She has a masochistic streak; I’ve wanted to torture her countless times, to give her a stronger pleasure from being abused, but I’ve stopped because I’m afraid of hurting her.

Even so, in countless sexual encounters, my movements have become larger and rougher, and she seems to be more satisfied with that.

I forgot about the person on the other end of the phone and thrust hard. My penis

went all the way in, my lower abdomen slamming against her buttocks, making a series of loud “slap slap slap” sounds.

“Husband! Husband! Ah…they’re going to rape me…ah…the police…the police…ah…ah…”

My wife became incoherent; I knew she was trapped in her own fantasy.

“How many of them are there?!” I demanded.

“Three!” my wife answered loudly.

“Five!” I slapped her. “One with the biggest cock to fuck your cunt, one to fuck your asshole, and one to fuck your mouth! Tell me, what about the other two?”

“Watch from the side… ah… husband… husband… I can’t take it… I’m being fucked by three policemen… I can’t take it anymore… harder… ah…”

“Slut!” I thrust harder, continuing to stimulate her. “There are two more, stick your cocks out, and you use your hands to masturbate them! Your whole body will be fucked!”

“Yes! I am… ah… I am a slut… ah ah ah… my whole body… ah… is being fucked by them… they fuck me so well, husband… ah, I want to be fucked by five people… five people fucking me together… ah… ah… I’m a little slut… fuck my little slut!”

We said lewd things while cooperating perfectly.

The cock went in and out of the wet vagina, the glans scraping back and forth against the tender flesh.

The vaginal fluid kept secreting, scraped out by the glans, flowing down the cunt to the thighs, gradually staining the sheets.

With countless thrusts, my wife's vagina grew tighter and tighter.

"Ah...husband...ah...ah...husband!"

"Husband...I want...I want you...ah...mmm...husband, I can't take it anymore...faster...ah, shoot inside me...mmm...husband...my pussy is so itchy...shoot inside! Shoot inside...ah...I want you...ah...fill my pussy with your juices...ah...mmm..."

"Ah...coming!coming...ah..."

A high-pitched cry.

Her vagina suddenly contracted violently, her whole body arching and trembling. An

extremely strong force came from her vagina, like a mudslide pouring down, desperately squeezing my penis outward.

Her juices gushed from deep within her vagina, hitting my glans.

She had an orgasm!

I held her shoulders tightly, desperately trying to push my penis into her vagina.

After more than ten seconds, my wife suddenly went limp and let out a satisfied sigh.

She was covered in sweat, her whole body limp on the bed like a shrimp, only breathing softly.

I gently held her, lightly kissing her sweaty neck.

"Was it good?"

"Mmm." My wife patted my thigh. "You haven't come yet, you bad boy."

"Yeah, you'll lick it out for me later."

"No!" My wife said in a coquettish tone, "You raped me, and now you want me to lick you!"

I chuckled, cuddled with her for a few minutes, and then told her to go wash up.

After my wife went to the bathroom, I quickly turned on my phone and chatted with her on the other end.

Me: "We're done, wasn't it exciting?"

Her: "Exciting, you lasted a long time... You haven't come yet, have you?"

Me: "Yeah, I'll have my wife lick it later, I'll cum in her mouth."

Her: "You can still be distracted during sex!"

Me: "Hehe, I was fucking her while imagining I was fucking you, it was even more exciting. I'm still hard."

Her: "Your wife is so lucky... I'm going to sleep."

I looked at this message, thought for a moment, and only replied with "Goodnight."

I was just someone she flirted with online, no, not even flirting, I was just someone who kept teasing her. At times like this, I should resolutely respect her.

Perhaps continuing to chat with her would yield more results, but I think tonight's audio recordings of our lovemaking have already planted a seed in her heart.

Sooner or later, she'll be beneath me, screaming wildly as my huge cock thrusts into her!

[The End]

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