He pushed his wife into the abyss with his own hands

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Foreword: I've thought about this for a long time, but I still want to write this story down. When I'm older and can't do it anymore, I can look back and reminisce about the craziness of my youth. I'll share it with you in installments. As for the content, it's based on my experiences and embellishments; as for its authenticity, you can judge for yourselves.

I. The Final Calm

Linlin, my wife, is 28 years old this year. She graduated from a third-tier university and used to be a bank employee. Because of this, she did a lot of "uniform fetish" stuff. Later, because it was hard work, she took the teacher's exam, but unfortunately, she didn't do well in university and only became a kindergarten teacher. We met in middle school and got together. It was puppy love back then; maybe my non-mainstream style attracted her. I won her over without much effort, and naturally, I got her body. Now, more than ten years have passed. Our lives
have
been intertwined since we were old enough to understand things, then we got married and had children. I haven't experienced the seven-year itch, haven't had an affair, and haven't had any disharmony in our sex life due to being together for so long. On the contrary, I've been training her since middle school, and she performs quite well in bed. Over time, with more experience, we've become incredibly in sync. I can completely grasp every erogenous zone on her body and the meaning behind her body language under different desires. She can also generally understand the position I want to adopt and cooperate accordingly. She doesn't object to having sex in different places in the room and in different positions, and she enjoys it too. So our sex life is very harmonious and never lacks passion. It's just that she's never given me oral sex, saying she can't stand the smell, and we've only used doggy style a handful of times because she says it makes her want to urinate and is a bit painful. We should have lived a happy and passionate life together, but the internet changed me. I started pursuing more exciting things. A long time ago, I started enjoying cuckoldry novels, imagining Linlin being bullied and exposed to others. Gradually, these thoughts became more and more serious, turning into fantasies of Linlin being raped and gang-raped. Recently, it has directly turned into sadomasochism, a desire for Linlin to be gang-raped and abused, to become a bitch.
Perhaps these thoughts have become pathological from being suppressed for too long. Recently, I felt I couldn't suppress them anymore. When I was walking down the street with Linlin, I felt like I wanted to strip her naked and have her gang - raped in the street. Finally, I decided to do something. At this point, Linlin would never have imagined that her partner of over ten years, the one she slept in the same bed with every day, had become a demon, about to push her into the abyss. Following the old tropes of novels , I started searching for cuckoldry and female slave-related content on her work computer, not deleting the records, and deliberately leaving the posts open. In bed, I made up stories about people in the neighborhood cheating, being promiscuous, and being picked up by several men. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but a few nights during sex, she reacted more intensely. Gradually, she started talking about some of her friends, about who had found other men. Actually, I'm a bit afraid of my wife . Later, I wanted to post her photos online, and I accidentally saw the comments. I hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to leave the webpage open so she could see the comments. She immediately called me over to the computer and gave me a thorough dressing-down, asking what I was thinking. I didn't dare say a word, feeling guilty. At the same time, I sighed, knowing I had a long way to go. This happened every few days, and I got scolded every time, but thankfully, I'm thick-skinned. Later, also unintentionally, I saw a really good post and couldn't resist masturbating. That's when the scene of my embarrassing moment arrived. Linlin came back sometime earlier, standing right at the door. I only noticed her when she yelled, and I jumped in fright, almost having a stroke. I quickly pulled up my pants, turned off the screen, and awkwardly looked at Linlin. She looked terrible, as if she'd suffered a huge blow. I immediately realized she must have misunderstood and thought I was flirting with other women online. I rushed over, grabbed her hand, and apologized, but couldn't explain. I pulled her down into a chair, turned on the screen—it was the post I'd been looking at. She burst into tears as she read the article, kicking me repeatedly. I quickly held her head, and it took a while for her to calm down. She uttered words that chilled me to the bone: "If you dare cheat on me, I'll take the child and die." Then she kicked me twice more. I stood beside her, my heart pounding, and quickly assured her, "Don't worry, I promise I'll only ever have you as my woman, I'll never cheat on you." Linlin scoffed, disbelieving, "That's not necessarily true. Every man is a scoundrel." A sudden idea struck me. Since we were already on the same page, I figured I might as well take advantage of the situation. I said, "I'm a good man. Why don't you read this article? After you read it, you'll believe I won't cheat. But after you finish, we'll talk nicely. Don't hit me, and don't get angry." Linlin turned her head and started reading the article on the screen. It was about a cuckold who blindfolded his wife and then let his friend come in and have sex with her. After Linlin finished reading, she kicked me in the leg, cursing, "You bastard, you read this kind of stuff! I knew every man was a scoundrel! Come here and tell me what you think. You won't cheat, so what do you want me to do? Come here and tell me!" She kept beckoning me over, but I didn't dare go over; that kick had really been hard. I hurriedly explained, " I was just browsing, I wasn't thinking about anything." My explanation only made things worse; Linlin became even more agitated. "Don't even mention thinking about it, you can't even look at it, you bastard! If you ever touch my computer again, you can forget about sleeping on any of these messy beds!" She stood up, cornered me, and kicked me twice. I quickly bowed and scraped, promising not to, and she kicked me a couple more times before storming off. Afterwards, I sat in front of the computer, stunned. What the hell was going on ? I kicked the table a few times in frustration, when suddenly Linlin's roar came from the living room: "Are you trying to rebel?" I was speechless. Plans never go as expected, but I guess I gave Linlin a heads-up. I guess I suppressed those little thoughts for days, and then I became active again, browsing posts without deleting my history. The next day, I was puzzled to find that it had a password. Looking at the "Please enter your login password" option on the screen, I was completely dumbfounded. The next day, the used laptop arrived from JD.com. Linlin was stunned when she saw it, giving me a very strange look. Suddenly, she gave me a cryptic smile, leaving me completely bewildered. As if showing off, I set up the computer and left a picture on the desktop. That afternoon, after Linlin finished using the computer, she gave me that same strange smile again, giving me a bad feeling. After she left the room, I quickly went in to check, and this time I froze, completely stunned. The newly bought laptop was displaying a password prompt. When Linlin saw me come out looking like I'd lost my parents, she burst into laughter. I rushed over and pinned her to the sofa, spanking her as she laughed. I viciously reached inside her clothes, groping and kneading her. After a while, Linlin weakly clung to my hand, begging for mercy. As I touched her, I gradually became aroused, and I leaned down and gently kissed her forehead. Then I swept her up and carried her into the bedroom. Linlin cooperated by raising her arms to wrap around my neck, resting her head on my shoulder. Once in the bedroom, I placed her on the bed and climbed on top of her. I slipped my hands under her clothes to continue cupping her small breasts, then leaned in and licked her earlobe and collarbone—her erogenous zones. Every time I licked them, she would go limp and let me do as I pleased. I took off her top, kissing her breasts, then moving down to her navel, another erogenous zone. She wouldn't let me go any further. Just like she wouldn't give me oral sex all these years, she wouldn't let me give her any either. Sometimes, when I was in the mood, I would force myself to give her oral sex. After licking her navel, I got up and took off my clothes, including her outer garment. I liked to wait until she was soaking wet and begged me to take off her underwear before doing so. At that point, she would try to lift her buttocks to make it easier for me to remove her modesty .

I took off my clothes and lay on top of her again, starting a passionate kiss. Our tongues swirled together, kissing until she was breathless and began to resist. Then I kissed her earlobe, down to her navel, back to her earlobe, and kissed her passionately until she was breathless again. Finally, I focused on her breasts. During the kiss, she repeatedly reached out to try to pull my head up so I could kiss her lips. I knew she was itching unbearably down there and was trying to signal her desire for pleasure. I cooperated by lifting my head and kissing her until she was breathless, and then I continued kissing her breasts. Because she didn't get what she wanted, Linlin kept writhing beneath me, her legs sometimes straight and sometimes bent. After a while, she whispered in my ear, "I can't take it anymore, come on top." Then she grabbed my head, which was still moving against her chest, and pulled it upwards. I continued to kiss her, but remained indifferent to her lower body. After a while, she must have really had enough. She held my head tightly, glared at me, and threatened, "Are you coming on or not?"
I smiled slightly and reached out to take off her panties. She obediently lifted her buttocks so I could take them off. Usually, I only needed to pull the panties down to her knees, and she would kick them off herself. However, I only allowed her to kick off one leg. I liked the look of her with panties hanging on one leg, and sometimes I wouldn't even take them off. After her panties were taken off, I reached down and rubbed her vulva, touching her clitoris. Linlin's legs tensed up, and she made heavy, moaning sounds. I lifted my head and covered her mouth with mine, silencing her. I could feel her lips getting dry and her breath coming in hot gasps. I kissed her until she couldn't breathe and started pushing my head away. But at this point , she had no strength left. As soon as I pulled away, she cried out incoherently, "Husband, I can't take it anymore, I can't stand it, please come on top, please, come on top and fuck me, ah... I'm going to die..." She pressed down hard on my hand, which was moving rapidly in and out of her vagina. When I stopped moving, she took a few heavy breaths, then glared at me, threatening me to come on top: "Are you coming on top or not?" I agreed. Linlin wrapped her arms around my neck, waiting for the moment I would penetrate her. However, I only pressed my penis tightly against her entrance and started moving it up and down outside. With each thrust, she let out heavy moans and gasps again, then bit my shoulder. The harder I thrust, the harder she bit, as if retaliating for my continued teasing. But at this moment, the woman had no strength left. I continued to increase the speed of my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, and she immediately let go of my mouth, only able to moan: "Ah...ah...um...husband, no, no, I can't take it...ah...ah..." I supported myself on both sides of her body and looked down at her. Her lips were dry, and her hot breath sprayed on my face. I felt a surge of conquest. "I'll tell you you're a slut, a whore." "Mmm...ah, ah...I'm a slut, I'm a whore, fuck me, give it to me, please, ah...ah..." I knew her desire had reached its peak. Without hesitation, I reached out and held my penis, found the right spot, and slowly inserted it, slowly all the way in, then stopped, letting Linlin get used to it. Slowly, Linlin's waist began to twist. I knew she had gotten used to the feeling of fullness in her lower body, but I didn't intend to pull out. I just kept kissing her upper body. Linlin's waist twisted more and more, trying to get pleasure from the penis inside her. I mischievously and slowly pulled my penis out. Under the control of desire, Linlin would unconsciously lift her buttocks, arch her back, and chase my penis. I pulled it out a little, and she lifted it a little higher, as if afraid of losing it. She closed her eyes, but her nose and eyebrows became more and more furrowed as the penis gradually left her body. When only the head of my penis was inside, I slowly inserted it again. Linlin's waist gradually relaxed, and her brows unfurrowed. I don't know why, but I always enjoy tormenting her like this during sex, and I haven't gotten tired of it in over ten years. After a few times, Linlin twisted her waist more eagerly, opened her eyes, and looked at me with desire. She whispered, "Husband, please, stop tormenting me, give it to me." I looked down at my prey and teased, "Then beg me, beg me and I'll give it to you." At the same time, my lower body began to move very slowly. With my slow thrusting, she let out intermittent moans and began to beg, "Husband, please, please." I continued to tease her, "What do you mean by begging me? Explain it clearly." Linlin slowly replied, "Please fuck me, please fuck my cunt." (Actually, this kind of tone...) (We've been doing this for over ten years.) Just as Linlin was halfway through her sentence, I suddenly increased the speed of my thrusting (not too fast, otherwise women usually wouldn't be comfortable with extreme speed from the start). Linlin's previous sentence was cut off by my sudden thrusting, followed by a satisfied moan: "Mmm... ah, mmm... ah..." After she got used to the speed, I gradually increased it, and suddenly the whole room was filled with satisfied moans: "Ah~ ah... ah, how can this be? It's so good, so comfortable, you're killing me, husband, husband, ah... ah... don't stop." There was also a wet sound below, and I could feel that her pubic hair was wet. There was always so much fluid in her vagina. Linlin's vaginal walls kept contracting and writhing, biting my penis, her mouth was wide open, and she was obviously screaming instinctively. Her legs were spread wide apart, and her waist was thrusting with my thrusts. I knew she was about to experience her first orgasm, so I thrust even harder. Suddenly, Linlin's vaginal walls contracted violently. After a loud cry, her waist arched upwards, her head tilted back, her mouth opened wide, and she gasped for air, a hoarse sound coming from her throat—she was experiencing her first intense orgasm. I quickly leaned in and kissed her lips, giving her some air, while my lower body continued to thrust, trying to make her orgasm more intense and longer. We maintained this position for a while, then Linlin's waist began to lower, her head returned to normal, and she began to exhale. I matched her movements, slowly slowing down my thrusting until she was completely back to normal, and my penis quieted down inside her. Then I tidied the hair around her eyes, kissed her forehead, supported my weight on my arms, and gently pressed against her body, waiting for her to calm down from her orgasm and regain her strength. After a few minutes, her breathing became steady, and her brows relaxed. I began to slowly thrust my penis in and out of her. When Linlin started to moan rhythmically with each thrust, I gradually increased the speed. When her brows furrowed slightly, I stopped accelerating, then slowed down slightly until her brows relaxed again, before maintaining the same speed and continuing to thrust. After about five minutes, Linlin's voice became more passionate, her waist began to twist again, and I felt the wetness on my penis again. I knew her desire had been aroused once more. I maintained this speed for a few more minutes, and when she began to actively wrap her arms around my neck and ask for kisses, I knew her desire had reached its peak again. I no longer held back, gradually increasing the speed of my thrusts to its peak and maintaining it. My goal this time was clear: to bring Linlin to orgasm and then ejaculate myself. Linlin began to moan again, but this time the volume was much lower, "Ah...it's coming again, so good, so comfortable, husband, don't stop."

Then , she arched her back, lifted her head, and
reached orgasm. I pulled my penis out just before ejaculating, ejaculating onto Linlin's lower abdomen. We hadn't used a condom, and we didn't plan on having children yet. After cleaning her up with tissues, I lay down beside her, my hand going under her neck. Linlin turned over and snuggled into my arms. I held my wife in my arms, both of us enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms. At that moment, it was just the two of us; all the usual sordid thoughts were gone. I held Linlin in my arms, neither of us speaking. Just when I thought she had fallen asleep, I heard her sigh softly in my embrace: "Sigh, honey, you know, if I couldn't clearly feel that you were still feeling the same way when we were together, I would really suspect that you've grown tired of me. But if you didn't hate me, why would you have such thoughts?" Women are always so sensitive in certain ways. I tightened my embrace around Linlin, letting her feel my comfort, and explained, "Wife, do you know what a cuckold is? A cuckold is giving your most beloved woman to someone else, and then watching your most precious woman being ruthlessly played with in someone else's hands. You get a strong, twisted excitement from it. Seeing your beloved woman being abused makes you love her even more. That's what a cuckold is." Linlin didn't believe me and said, "What kind of logic is that? Making your woman suffer because of love? Is that love? You're just making this up. You just don't want me anymore." I didn't argue with her. I picked up my phone from the bedside table, searched "what is a cuckold" on Baidu, and then handed the phone to Linlin. She took the phone and looked at it with suspicion. She stared at it for a long time before angrily slamming her phone face down on me. "Damn it, do you really want to do this to me? Make me sleep with other men?" After a while, seeing that I didn't respond, she shook off my arm, kicked me to the corner of the bed, and muttered, "Get out, don't even think about it, give up on that idea." She kicked me so hard I almost fell off the bed before turning her back on me, ignoring me completely. I got up speechlessly and got dressed; now was not a good time to approach her. II. For a while afterward, it seemed like we had both forgotten about the topic. I continued browsing posts and articles on Linlin's computer, oblivious to the password issue that had long been removed under my persistent nagging. She had initially threatened me, saying, "If you dare look at that again and masturbate, I'll cut it off," and then completely ignored me. One day, I suddenly noticed my browsing history had changed. It seemed someone had clicked on it. We only have one daughter, and her parents are still helping to raise her back home. So… I opened the posts one by one and started checking them. There were articles like "Husband Exposes Wife in the Wild," "Wife Offers Himself to Someone for a 3P," and "Cuckolded Slave Finds Someone to Gang Rape His Wife." Finally, I found the paid video I had previewed in the article "Wife Gets Raped by a Single Man," and the access had changed to "Purchased." A thought struck me. I clicked on the video. The website's internal player opened, and on the screen was a beautiful woman lying on her back on a bed, a large penis in her mouth, white fluid on her nose and eyes. The image was frozen. I checked the progress bar; it had reached the end. It didn't last long. I rewound the progress bar to the beginning. The video was standard; the wife watched as the single man repeatedly brought her to orgasm. The only highlight was the husband smearing the semen from his condom on the woman's face. At this point, I started considering whether this was an opportunity, but I didn't have any good ideas. So, I posted my situation online and attached a picture of Linlin's back. After a while, several people requested to add me as a friend. I carefully chose someone whose address was the same as mine. The moment I clicked the "accept" button, our lives completely changed because of this person. After I accepted his request, a message came through: "Hi fellow villager, I saw your photos and your wife is really beautiful. I'll help you 'train' your wife for free. *** My QQ is here, add me." We added each other as friends. Through introductions, I learned he was 33 years old, worked in the catering industry, and had divorced his wife because she couldn't accept his hobbies. Later, as we got to know each other better, I called him Brother Long. When he learned that Linlin was a kindergarten teacher, he was excited while typing, saying he had never been with a teacher before and insisted on helping me win her over. He also hoped to be Linlin's first lover after success. He told me that given my wife's personality, I couldn't rush things and had to take it one step at a time. Continue browsing posts on her computer, but keep a purposeful record of your browsing history. For now, show her gentler content, like fantasies of your wife being played with, or exposing your wife – these kinds of lighthearted topics. Then, add one post with a slightly more explicit element to help her accept it initially, gradually increasing the intensity. Slowly develop the content by adding an even more explicit one to the slightly more explicit ones, gradually broadening her tolerance. Like sex, it's like a cycle of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one; that one deep thrust will be especially anticipated and exciting. I thought about what he said, and I felt it made sense, especially the last sentence. Since I didn't have a better solution, I decided to try his plan. I know Linlin's temperament; it's a long road, so I wasn't in a rush. I'd do it gradually, one year if it didn't work, two years if not. After some time, I gradually noticed that her browsing history was being checked every few days, and the frequency seemed to be increasing. Following Brother Long's advice, I gradually replaced the content with more explicit material in the history, making that deep thrust even more stimulating. Brother Long suggested I keep one or two videos for recording. Each time, I would buy the prepared videos and drag the progress bar to a marked time point. Gradually, the videos changed to 3P and gang rape. In one scene, I discovered that one of the videos involved a single man having sex while her best friend called. She was being penetrated from behind by the man and couldn't help but moan, but she couldn't hold back. In the end, her best friend overheard the video and downloaded it from the forum. I told Brother Long about this discovery. He said my wife definitely had exhibitionist tendencies and that I should find more exhibitionist content in the future. After I finished all the preparations, my browsing history didn't change for a long time. I was dumbfounded. Could it be that the change was too drastic and scared her? Brother Long told me not to worry: "Here's what I'll do. I'll send you a screenshot of a folder. Check the internal files of other browsers in the background of your computer to see if this file exists." Brother Long's words gave me a sudden idea. I seemed to understand why my account history had stopped changing. Sure enough, according to the image Brother Long provided, I found this folder in the internal files of another browser. Brother Long said, "After that, it's your job. You absolutely must find the username and password for this account. I'll give you a hidden screen recording software. Although it can't record the password, it can record the username. You can try some commonly used numbers." I accepted the software without suspicion and installed it, following Brother Long's instructions. Soon, I obtained Linlin's account through the software. The password was simple, just a few commonly used ones. Excitedly, I browsed Linlin's forum account, finding her browsing history. The dates were spaced out, some 1-2 days apart, some 2-3 days, some 4-5 days, and even a full ten days between registration and the second login. Looking at the search history, most results were: "What is cuckoldry?", "How to win back a cheating husband?", "What should I do if my husband cheats on me?" Seeing this made me feel a little guilty, but the later content was different, such as: "How to satisfy a cheating husband?", "Is a threesome comfortable?", "Is gang rape painful?" I quickly checked my viewing history and found several videos I had viewed. I opened one titled "Wife Being Gangbanged," which was only about ten minutes long. I rewound the video to the beginning, where a woman was wearing a collar around her neck with three men on top of her. One was exercising, another was slapping his penis into the woman's mouth and thrusting it, and the last one was holding the woman's hand and making her masturbate him. The camera kept changing positions, clearly indicating that there was a fourth person filming.

After that, nothing more happened. I calculated the time; it's been about half a year since I started planning to "train" Linlin online, on and off. I guess that 's progress, I thought, trying to find some humor in the situation.

One time, I came home from a business dinner, and Linlin seemed a bit impatient when we were having sex. That day, she even asked me why I never did it from behind (because every time before, she said she needed to pee and it hurt a little). Of course, a woman doesn't say that during sex just to get an answer. So I immediately rolled her over, and she knelt on the bed, obediently. She usually complains of pain and needing to pee at the slightest movement, but she actually lasted a while before yelling that she couldn't take it anymore and gave up.

I think it was around the same day as that video recording, but I'm not sure.

Brother Long told me to occasionally put a few videos on the desktop, pretending I forgot to turn them off, so Linlin would notice. This time, the content could be a bit more explicit, letting her know my intentions, and encouraging her to browse the forum more. There's nothing else to do; just wait and see. The thousands of guys on the forum will help us "train" your wife.

Thinking about it, it really was true. I had gradually fallen into this trap because of the forum, and in the end, I was even plotting with another man to give away my beloved wife.

The next afternoon, while Linlin was cooking, I prepared a video in advance: the male protagonist's wife being subjected to a threesome, internal ejaculation, and swallowing semen, and placed it on the desktop. Every day after dinner, Linlin would use the computer to process messages in the class group and organize her lesson plans. After dinner, I excitedly cleaned the table and washed the dishes.
When I finished, Linlin's voice came from her work room, "***, come in here."

I entered the room and asked knowingly, "Honey, what's wrong? Why are you so angry?" She angrily said, "What do you mean, 'what's wrong'? You used my computer to watch this stuff again. Do you want to die?" I thought to myself, "You watched it too," but quickly explained, "I opened it by accident, I didn't watch it at all, otherwise I would have left it open." As I spoke, I looked at the progress bar that had reached the end of the timeline and suddenly understood.

I grinned and looked over, hugging her from behind, breathing hot air into her sensitive ear, whispering, "Honey, you took so long to wake me while I was washing the dishes. Were you peeking? The progress bar's almost finished." She kept tilting her head, trying to avoid the heat from behind her ear. I don't know if it was because I'd hit her sweet spot or because of the stimulation, but her neck turned red.

Her beauty was irresistible, and I wasn't about to let it go. I kissed the back of her ear. Linlin in my arms jolted, squirming and pushing my arm away. I unceremoniously slipped my left hand inside her shirt, grabbing her small breast and kneading it. Linlin went limp, clinging to my mischievous hand, only able to moan softly.

My free right hand then gripped the mouse, dragging the video progress bar to the climax. A man sat leaning against the headboard, a woman kneeling between his legs, thrusting vigorously, while another man behind her held her waist, pumping hard. There was movement but no sound. I noticed the speaker icon was muted, confirming that Linlin had definitely watched the video. I unmuted it, and immediately a woman's high-pitched moans, accompanied by the sounds of flesh colliding, filled the air.

Linlin in my arms shuddered again. I kissed her neck, teasing her, saying, "It's muted now. Did you enjoy watching it? Let's watch it together now." I continued kissing her neck, making her moan and groan. Soon, Linlin turned her head slightly back; I knew she was aroused and wanted a kiss. From now on, she was my little lamb.

I slipped my right hand under Linlin's pants, exploring her forbidden garden. She squeezed her legs together to stop me, but her strength was so weak. When I touched her paradise, her legs tightened sharply; it was already soaking wet.

The woman's cries from the video continued, and the man's hand slapped her buttocks repeatedly. My hand, reaching into Linlin's forbidden zone, caressed her vaginal opening in the confined space. Slowly, Linlin's legs opened wider, and as my hand began to move in and out of her vagina, the opening widened. Linlin's lips were parted, passively accepting my kisses, my tongue swirling in her mouth.

After a while, I pulled Linlin behind a chair, letting her hold onto the back of the chair with both hands. Linlin was familiar with this position; we had done it more than once, and she had heard the moans of women on the computer before, but we both knew this time was different.

I kept one arm around Linlin's waist and the other around her neck, kissing her passionately. My hand unconsciously slipped under her clothes, kneading her breasts. After a while, I explored her forbidden zone again from her lower abdomen, moving to her side. Linlin and I continued kissing, her head turning to a side kiss as I moved. My left hand supported her waist, and my right hand began to thrust violently between her legs.

As I moved, Linlin's thighs spread wide, her waist arched, and her legs formed a circle. I whispered in her ear, "Wife, is it comfortable?" Linlin replied softly, "Mmm, husband, it's comfortable, very comfortable," and then said, "Husband, take my pants off."

I paused, bent down, and used both hands to pull Linlin's pants down to her knees, except for her underwear. Linlin remained in a backward-leaning position, looking down as I pulled down her pants. I smiled gently at her, and she smiled back. I squatted down, preparing to pull her pants off her feet.

Linlin recovered, took my hand on her shoulder, and lifted one foot. I pulled down her pants and put her foot back in her slippers. Linlin then lifted her other foot. Once the pants were completely off, I held them with one hand and wrapped my other arm around her waist, turned her around halfway, placed the pants on the computer desk, and then took off her top. Linlin was now only wearing a pair of black underwear.

Linlin looked at me tenderly, then pulled up the hem of my shirt and helped me take it off. She then unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and underwear together.

Then, Linlin wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed herself against my chest. I gently kissed Linlin, adjusted my position so she was lying on her side in my arms, and pulled one of her hands to my penis. She took it and gently began to stroke it. I let out a soft moan of pleasure. Linlin smiled at me and offered her lips again.

I held her, letting her lean against the back of the chair. Using both hands and feet, I pulled her remaining panties down to her ankles. My hand once again explored her private parts. This time, Linlin didn't resist; she willingly parted her legs, welcoming my next move.

I gently stroked Linlin's vaginal opening, then slowly moved it in and out of her vagina and clitoris. I gradually increased the speed, letting Linlin slowly adjust. As my movements quickened, Linlin's hand, gripping my penis, also increased the speed of her stroking, and our kisses became more passionate.

My hand on Linlin's lower body maintained a comfortable rhythm of thrusting, and our kissing lips emitted heavy breaths and hissing sounds.

Maintaining this mutually pleasurable state, we persisted for a while, until gradually Linlin's strength gave out. Her stroking slowed down until she stopped, and she began to dodge my kisses.

I knew it was time for me to serve Linlin. The speed of my hand thrusting into Linlin's lower body increased again, faster and faster, until Linlin's head and waist were against the back of the chair, her head constantly tilting back, her waist arching, and her thighs spreading wide, maintaining this pace.

I quickly used my left hand to gently support the back of Linlin's head. At this moment, she let out another intense moan: "Ah...ah...I'm going to die, how...so good...so good, ah...ah...husband, husband..." Her hand left my penis, one hand gripping the chair armrest tightly, the other gripping my shoulder tightly, her cries merging with the woman's voice coming from the computer.

Linlin's current position allowed her to vaguely see the screen. I whispered in her ear, "Look at the woman on the computer, just like you, so comfortable, with one in her genitals, one in her mouth, and one in her hand. It must feel even better, right?"

Because of her position, I couldn't see her eyes, and I didn't know if she was looking at the screen. Her moans grew louder, and more and more heat flowed from her vagina. I continued, "You slut, you whore, how about I fuck you in front of your students at your school? Tell me you're a slut, a whore."

Linlin cooperated by shouting, "Ah, I am a slut, I am a whore, ah...it feels good, don't stop." I continued to tempt her, "Then how about I find someone to fuck you too, so you can have one in your mouth, one in your hand, and one in your vagina, your mouth full, so you can't make a sound." "...Ah, it feels good, I'm a slut, I'll only let you fuck me, ah...I don't want anyone else to fuck me." I continued to tempt her, "Think about it, now..." "If someone shoves their penis into your mouth and fills it up, and then they knead your breasts hard with both hands, you'll feel even better."

Linlin's voice grew louder: "Ah, husband, stop talking, I can't take it anymore, ah... ah..." At this moment, Linlin's hips began to move violently up and down. I could feel her labia opening and closing, and her vagina was definitely contracting and writhing violently inside. Suddenly, with a high-pitched "Ah..." from Linlin, a gush of water shot out from her vagina. Seeing this, I suddenly increased the speed of my thrusting, and two more gushes of water sprayed out

. Linlin's waist continued to twitch a few more times before stopping. My hand also slowly stopped thrusting. I raised my hand and saw the water stains on it, feeling particularly satisfied. Then I wiped her vaginal opening. Just as my hand touched her vagina, I heard Linlin blurt out a "No." I chuckled.

I pulled Linlin up from the backrest and let her lie in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder, while I gently patted her back.

After a while, I moved my hands down and started kneading her buttocks. Linlin twisted her waist and wearily said, "Don't move." I had no choice but to gently pat her back. Linlin lay on top of me for a while, then gently pushed me away, bent down to pull up her underwear, and started to walk out, saying, "That's enough, I'm going to take a shower. You get ready."

I was stunned and quickly grabbed her, pointing to my erect penis. "What about it?" I asked. Linlin said matter-of-factly, "Who cares? You like watching videos, right? Fine, you watch videos and masturbate yourself. I'm not doing this anymore." "She shook me off and left.

I stood there, dumbfounded.

III. A Glimmer

of Hope That evening, we lay in bed, chatting idly. For some reason, Linlin seemed a little distracted. When I asked her, she wouldn't say anything. Just as I turned off the light to sleep, I heard her whisper, 'Honey, promise not to leave those things on my computer anymore, okay? I know you're doing it on purpose, and I understand your intentions.'

My spirits lifted, my feelings a jumble. So she knew everything, and she hadn't been unaware of anything before; she just hadn't said anything. She's always been clever and perceptive, able to see through many things. I sighed inwardly, deciding to give up on disciplining her, and softly 'Mmm,' saying, 'It's getting late, let's sleep.' I reached out to hug her.

She pushed me away. 'Don't move, listen to me first. Although I can't do what you read in those articles and posts, I've recently read some articles that say you can get stimulation through mental suggestion and fantasy during sex.'" "I can cooperate with you, like watching those videos today, or you can fantasize about them yourself. But don't force me to watch those things anymore, it makes me feel like you're betraying me."

Hearing this, I realized that Linlin's account was probably used to watch those kinds of things. Thinking about it, I went over and hugged her again, and this time she didn't refuse. With a wife who cares for me like this, what more could I ask for?

The next day was Saturday, and I usually stayed home with Linlin, sleeping in late before going out in the afternoon. Because my desire had been suppressed the next day, my lower body was particularly swollen and painful in the morning, so I started to tease the beauty next to me. There wasn't much to do today, and she was happy to satisfy me.

Just as Linlin was also consumed by desire from my torment and was asking me for more, I remembered what Linlin had said last night. So I used my phone to turn on all the air conditioners in the house and continued with foreplay. Just as Linlin was begging me to satisfy her again, I thought the air conditioners were about ready, and I gently whispered in Linlin's ear, "Let's go to your work room and finish what we didn't finish yesterday." Linlin

glanced at me but didn't say anything. Without a word, I got out of bed, picked her up, and carried her to her workplace. I kissed her while simultaneously turning on the computer, finding the video from yesterday, and adjusting the screen. In the video, a woman was standing on the floor, bent over, her hands on the man's waist, diligently swallowing his penis. The man behind her was also holding her waist, his penis thrusting repeatedly inside her. Satisfied moans came from the speakers.

I turned the chair around so Linlin could hold onto the armrests, her chin resting on the backrest, facing the screen. I, behind her, also held her waist and my penis, found the right spot, and thrust inside.

As I worked hard from behind, I noticed Linlin's head was slightly lowered, not looking at the screen. I leaned over her back, cupped her chin with one hand so her face was facing the screen, and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you say you'd cooperate last night?" Linlin looked at the screen. Seeing that my goal was achieved, I put one leg on the chair and reached under my crotch with the other, simultaneously rubbing Linlin's clitoris.

Linlin was immediately aroused and trembled, letting out a scream: "Ah...ah...husband, it feels so good, ah, don't stop." I quickly covered her mouth, worried the neighbors might hear, and whispered in her ear, "You're so slutty, aren't you afraid the neighbors will hear and point at your back and say you're a slut?" Linlin's voice was immediately choked.

I straightened up from behind Linlin, slowed my thrusting, and took one of her hands, placing it over her mouth, saying, "I'm going to go harder, cover yourself, don't let the neighbors hear."

I ignored her, holding her waist and focusing on thrusting. Linlin covered her mouth, letting out suppressed moans that mingled with the woman's voice from the speaker. I imitated the man in the video, fucking her while occasionally slapping her buttocks; each slap made Linlin's body tremble.

Watching the man's actions on the screen, I suddenly whispered in Linlin's ear, "Wife, find another man, and you can give him a blowjob, okay?" Linlin ignored me, only moaning. I continued to entice her, "Didn't you say you'd cooperate and let me fantasize? You're not going to keep your word." At the same time, I increased the speed of my thrusts and slapped her buttocks hard twice more. I continued, "I'll find you another man, so you can have sex with him, okay?" Linlin uttered a soft "okay." I felt a surge of excitement and almost lost control.

I continued, "Tell me, what are you going to do to him?" Linlin didn't answer. I thrust into her several times, and she screamed, "No, it hurts! I'll give him sex!" Hearing Linlin's answer, I felt my penis become even harder, and Linlin's moans grew louder. I continued, "How about letting some random man do you, like this, doing you from behind?"

Linlin seemed to be living a life-or-death experience, cooperating with me, answering, "Okay, let some random man do me, ah... ah... so good... don't stop, husband." "I'm not your husband, I'm some random man now, and some random man is doing you, what am I supposed to do?" Linlin's cries, unable to contain themselves, grew louder and louder: "Ah, husband, ah... you do me too, you all do me together."

Hearing this, I shuddered again, feeling Linlin's vagina contract, but I didn't want to end this stimulating intercourse so quickly. Just as I couldn't control myself, I suddenly pulled out my penis, and Linlin screamed, a stream of fluid gushing from her lower body. Linlin had squirted. Yesterday, also here, watching a video, she squirted with her hand before even penetrating.

Suddenly, I noticed the headphones on the computer case. A thought struck me, and I patted Linlin's bottom, commanding, "Don't move, wait for me." Linlin's bottom twitched involuntarily. I reached for the headphones, put them on Linlin's head, clicked on the settings, and adjusted the headphone output. The woman's screams in the room disappeared, but Linlin 's body stiffened.

Without hesitation, I reinserted myself, holding her bottom, and began to thrust rapidly. Linlin no longer had time to cover her mouth; she gripped the chair armrests tightly, only screams of "Ah... Ah..." I figured the neighbors would hear us this early in the morning, but I didn't care; we weren't close anyway. Linlin seemed absorbed in the headphones, completely unaware of how loud she was.

I thrust even faster, and Linlin's screams became shorter and more rapid. One hand pushed back, and I grabbed her wrist, my other hand on her shoulder, making my final thrust. With a long groan from both of us, I leaned over her back, my lower body pressed against her vagina. We remained in that position for a while, then a stream of water pulled my limp penis out of Linlin's vagina, and I felt the water dripping to our feet.

After a while, I took off Linlin's headphones, reached for a tissue on the table, and helped her wipe herself down there. She sat up wearily and whispered, "I can't take it anymore, I need to wash up."

I pulled her hand, pointed to the water stains on the floor, and teased, "Wife, you were so naughty just now. Look, you squirted twice. Did that feel exciting for you?" Linlin glanced down and lightly kicked me twice. "It's all because of you, you pervert."

After that incident, we stopped being so reserved during sex. Linlin would even actively engage in some sexual fantasies with me, but when I asked for oral sex, she still refused. Linlin said angrily, "Don't you always want me to find other men? From now on, I'll only give oral sex to other men." It was just a joke at the time, but later she really came true; her mouth only belonged to other men. However, there was still a long way to go before we reached that point.

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