My Husband Transformation Diary 2

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At noon, unable to sleep in bed, I took out my phone to watch videos. A little while later, my husband came in. I knew what he wanted. Lately, we've been having sex quite frequently; he flattered me, saying I'm getting more attractive with age, and that it's rekindled his passion. I knew that the night before we tested each other had triggered his interest, greatly increasing his sexual desire. We'd just had sex the night before, and now he was interested again. After he came in, he closed the door and said, "I want to sleep for a while too. What videos are you watching? I want to watch them too."
Then he took off his clothes and lay down next to me, letting me rest one arm under my head while his other hand caressed my breasts. After watching the film for a while, he started commenting
, "This woman isn't very good-looking, all fleshy, and so old."
I retorted, "That's what makes it realistic. Ordinary mothers are like this. If she were beautiful and young, she'd be extraordinary."
Seeing that I had a point, he fell silent, but after a while, he couldn't help but say, "This woman is too lewd. How can she be so wet in a movie?"
"Even though it's just a movie, maybe she really feels like she's having sex with her son."
I said meaningfully,
"Maybe so." As he spoke, he touched my genitals, "Wife, you're very wet too. Is it because watching a mother and son have sex is exciting?"
Hmm, I said softly, "Honey, put it inside me, just stay still and watch."
As I said this, I moved my buttocks back, and he cooperated by thrusting forward, his penis sliding smoothly into my body.
"Your cock is so hard, does it feel good?"
I hummed in response, his cock gently thrusting in and out a few times.
"Wife, you're even sexier than the mothers in those movies," he said excitedly.
"I'm not as sexually fortunate as her. Look how much fun she's having with her son," I said, turning my head towards him with a seductive expression.
Then I said in a coquettish voice, "Honey, I really want to let our son fuck me."
"Then find a chance to try it with him," he said, thrusting in and out a few more times. Perhaps blinded by excitement, I blurted out my
agreement. At this moment, my vagina was already wet, slowly flowing down my buttocks with each thrust.
"This morning, our son touched me," I teased further.
"Where did he touch you? Did you enjoy it?" After saying that, he thrust hard, his entire cock plunging into my body. I could clearly feel his cock trembling inside me, and he became even more excited.
"I told you not to get angry."
"Don't be angry, hurry up and tell me," he urged.
"It's almost ten o'clock in the morning, and he still hasn't gotten up. Even though it's the weekend, he should be eating. I called him several times, but he didn't respond, so I wet my hands with cold water and then reached under the covers to hit him. He was so cold that he was jumping around like a fish that had just been caught, hahaha." Thinking of what happened that morning, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Aren't you afraid of getting sick like that?" He was also very concerned about his son.
"And then, how did he touch you?"
"Then, when he realized what was happening, he pulled me down onto the bed and started tickling my armpits. You know I hate being tickled. I begged for mercy, but it didn't work, so I kicked him and then struggled to escape. After a while, he quietly slipped into the kitchen and patted my butt with his equally cold hands. I shivered from the cold. I warned him not to tickle me, and he laughed and hugged me from behind, first rubbing my stomach. I was so cold that I bent over to hide."
At this moment, my vagina had soaked the sheets. I took out some tissues to wipe it clean, but after a while, I felt like it was going to leak again.
"And then?" he pressed.
"What's the rush? Let me tell you. Thrust a few times, push it in a little deeper, it's so itchy inside
." *Slap slap*, he started thrusting forcefully, and I cooperated by pushing back, letting his penis go in deeper. After a while, he slowed down,
and I continued, "Then he stroked my breasts. By then, his hands weren't cold anymore, and he gently rubbed them—it felt so good. His penis was pressing against my buttocks, hard and hot. I was already wet down there; even through his underwear, I felt like his penis could slide in at any moment. Later, seeing I wasn't cold, he went to the bathroom."
Actually, my son had sex with me in the kitchen that time, but I didn't dare tell my husband too much right away, so I just left it at that, adding more gradually later.
Progress came to an abrupt halt. My husband seemed a little disappointed, saying, "This kid really knows how to control himself; he won't even eat the meat that's already in his mouth."
"He's afraid of you. You agreed, so next time I'll put the meat in his mouth and see if he'll eat it. Honey, our son's penis is about the same size as yours. If he fucks me, it's the same as you fucking me ."
Sometimes I really admire my own eloquence. "
You're such a shameless slut; it's such a waste that you're not in the movies," my husband laughed and scolded.
"I don't want anyone else; I only want you and your son
to fuck me," I said sweetly. After saying that, I flipped over and straddled him, skillfully twisting my hips while simultaneously drawing
in my lower abdomen and forcefully tightening my anus. My vagina also contracted at the same time. This is the vaginal tightening exercise. It seems like three simple steps, but it's not easy to master. The important thing is to persevere. After I contracted, his penis was tightly clamped inside, stimulated by the twisting of my hips. Soon, his breathing became rapid, and the hands gripping my thighs gradually tightened. I knew he was about to climax, so I relaxed again, letting him experience the two completely different sensations of tightness and relaxation. After he calmed down and his passion subsided, I tightened again. I repeated this several times until my husband couldn't take it anymore. He started moaning and then tightened again, saying, "Tighten, don't loosen... loosen."
A few minutes later, he turned and pinned me down. I spread my legs, opening my vagina to receive his thrusts. Once his penis was fully inside, I hooked my legs around his buttocks and tightened my vagina. Instantly, his penis felt like an eel being squeezed tightly. I had mastered this "luring the snake into the hole" technique. The glans trembled a few times from the sudden pressure inside. After it withdrew, I released my vagina again. This alternating tension and release, first loose then tight, lasted only a few rounds before my husband's muscles began to tense, and his thrusts quickened. I knew he was about to climax, so I lifted my hips to match his thrusts, letting him release his pent-up desire. Finally, he cried out a few times, and I felt a warm current inside my vagina—his essence gushing out… After the passion subsided, my husband lay exhausted on top of me, motionless. Ah, this was the first time I had made love with my husband so wholeheartedly. Before, without passion, sex felt like completing a task, always done mechanically. There was no enjoyment whatsoever. So, whether it's partner swapping, threesomes, or incest, as long as it brings sexual happiness to the couple, I'm willing to try
it. I'm in such a good mood today because of my husband's promises, even though they were just impulsive words in bed, it's already a big step forward.

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