The transformation of the aloof and charming wife ~ 48 hours with C (written by the wife)

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I hadn't had a chance to upload this because I couldn't log in to the website recently. I just found the URL again these past few days, so I'm continuing to upload my old records. This entry is a handwritten account by my wife of the 48 hours she spent with C. I've made some slight deletions and modifications while uploading.
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Having known C for so long, to be honest, I'm not really averse to him. So when my husband suggested going with C, although I had a vague feeling that it was inappropriate, I still went along with his wishes. Perhaps it was my curiosity about the unknown experience that made me inexplicably look forward to it. But when we actually walked out of McDonald's, I still deliberately kept a distance, afraid of running into someone I knew.
Although I'm already quite familiar with C, my husband has always been there. This was the first time I was alone with him, and I was still a little nervous, so much so that I remained silent for a long time after getting in the car. He noticed my unease and kept talking about lighthearted topics, making me laugh from time to time, which relaxed my mood.
Because he had a document he urgently needed to deliver to a client, I accompanied him to Xianyang after we got in the car, politely declining the client's invitation to have dinner together, and then headed straight to Yuanjia Village.
I've been to this kind of folk village many times before, and it's long since lost its novelty. But he seemed very enthusiastic, finding everything new and interesting, buying and eating along the way. The New Year wasn't even over yet, and the small village was teeming with tourists. We walked around for a full three hours, eating and strolling. Throughout this time, he held my hand the whole time, and in this unfamiliar place, I let him hold my hand and snuggle against him. To outsiders, we were just a loving couple, but who could know that our true relationship was detached from morality?
I wore a new pair of boots that morning, and after walking around, my feet felt painfully chafed. Back in the car, I didn't care about appearances, took off my boots, and started rubbing them. He asked me with concern if I had any blisters, and when I didn't react, he grabbed my feet and forcefully pulled off my socks. When he saw my heels and two little toes were red and blistered, a look of remorse flashed across his face. He then turned and drove out of the parking lot, his right hand still gently rubbing my feet.
After stopping at a pharmacy, watching him rush in to buy bandages and run out, a warm feeling suddenly welled up in my heart. He gently blew on my feet like he was comforting a child, carefully applying the bandages, and then suddenly kissed my feet when I wasn't looking. The unexpected action caught me completely off guard. Although my feet weren't sweaty, they were bound to smell a bit after walking all day. Seeing his carefree attitude, I felt both ashamed and embarrassed. But he had a smug look on his face and kept praising how beautiful my feet were. Sigh, I'm a foot fetishist like my husband. On
the way back, I didn't expect him to cause trouble again as soon as we got on the highway. One minute he said he was sleepy, the next he said he had no energy. I told him to pull over so I could drive, and he put on a chauvinistic act, saying he couldn't let me get tired. Then, with a cheeky grin, he said a kiss would recharge him. I knew he was just making excuses, but I couldn't resist and leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek. Men, you know, really push their luck. After the kiss, he pulled my hand to his crotch, saying my kiss made him instantly hard, and he shamelessly demanded I take responsibility. I refused without a second thought. What a joke! Doing that in the car in broad daylight? What if we got caught on camera?
Seeing my refusal, he looked aggrieved, pouting and remaining silent. After a while, he pleaded softly, begging me to just give him a kiss, saying it was too painful to stay hard. Looking at his frustrated yet endearing expression, I was both annoyed and amused. Faced with his persistent attitude, and remembering his genuine concern for me earlier, I hesitated for a moment before unbuckling his belt. He cooperated perfectly, a smug look on his face. I gave his little brother a light nip, and he immediately made an exaggerated face of pain, yelling that he was trying to murder his husband. I
originally just wanted to give him a couple of perfunctory kisses, but every time I tried to stop, he would whine and gesture for me to continue. I really didn't know how to handle his behavior anymore. With his penis in my mouth, I was worried that the security camera would catch me. At that moment, I hoped he would release quickly so I could be free, but I was also afraid that he would ejaculate and become emotionally agitated, causing a safety hazard. But thankfully, just as my lips and tongue were getting numb, he stopped the game, and only then did he look up and see that there was a tollbooth not far ahead. He whispered in my ear, "Thank you, baby."
Entering the city, we encountered all sorts of traffic jams, and by the time we got to his house, it was already night. He ordered a table full of takeout for dinner, and during the meal, he made a serious promise to me: tonight he would do everything he could to please me and make me happy, and all I had to do was enjoy it. Tomorrow night, he hoped I could bring him the same pleasure as he did tonight. After saying that, he solemnly told me that there would be no arguments, tonight I was the "Queen," and tomorrow night he would be the "King." Watching his pretentious act, I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Surely he wasn't going to kill me if he couldn't do it?
After dinner, we watched TV for a while, then he took me into the bathroom. Although we'd already been intimate, I still felt a little uncomfortable as he helped me undress, unlike with my husband. I instinctively covered my chest with my hands. Seeing my reaction, he suddenly asked, "If you were taking a bath in a public bathhouse and a man barged in, where would you cover yourself first?"
After thinking for a moment, I answered truthfully, "My chest!" He smiled knowingly and said, "Silly girl, how could you cover your chest? You'd cover your face, at least so no one can see what you look like!"
His dry humor eased my embarrassment and unease. He carefully lathered my entire body with a bath sponge, and at that moment, I felt like a pampered little woman. After rinsing off the shower gel, he applied hair removal cream to my pubic area, removing some newly grown pubic hair. Then he whispered in my ear, "Tonight I want to possess you completely. Every inch of your skin, every opening, I will cherish." Before I could react, he sat on the toilet, made me lie on top of him, removed the showerhead and nozzle, and placed it on my buttocks. Instantly, a warm current flowed into my anus.
Just like before, he didn't seem to mind the mess, watching me expel the waste from my stomach again and again. After several repetitions, until the expelled water was almost transparent, he nodded in satisfaction, dried me off, and carried me to the bed.
He first made me lie face down on the bed, his tongue traveling from my neck to my shoulders, then to my back, buttocks, and finally to my ankles. Finally, he moved up and parted my buttocks. My genitals are extremely sensitive; the moment he touched me, I trembled, goosebumps rose all over my body, and my moans gradually grew louder. Seeing my state, his tongue suddenly forcefully pierced my anus, entering my buttocks and stirring. At that moment, I could no longer control myself, twisting my body uncontrollably.
Suddenly, I heard his deep voice in my ear, "Were you a fox in your past life?" I asked blankly what he meant. He kissed my buttocks and said, "If you weren't a fox, how could you have bewitched me!" "Will you be my little fox tonight?" Just as I was bewildered by his nonsensical words, I suddenly felt a cool sensation on my bottom, a liquid squeezed in, and then something cold pressed against my bottom, slowly sliding in and out. My mind immediately registered that he was about to put a tail on me again. But at that moment, my whole body was numb, and I didn't care. After a moment, a sudden throbbing pain shot through my anus—the tail was now embedded inside.
He stopped, as if admiring his handiwork, paused for a moment, then turned me over and softly said, "Baby, put this on." He then grabbed a cartoon blindfold and put it on my eyes without a word, followed by a kiss on my lips. "Don't be afraid, enjoy it."
I listened to his footsteps heading towards the kitchen. For some reason, although I had lost my sight, I felt no fear; perhaps this was a kind of trust. Soon, his footsteps grew closer. I don't know what he opened, but a cool sensation washed over me, and a sticky liquid dripped onto my breasts, a sweet fragrance reaching my nose.
Before I could even adjust, C's tongue was already gently teasing my breasts, sending a tingling, numbing sensation through me. With each movement of his lips and tongue, I could
n't help but moan. C's kisses were intense; when he touched my lips and tongue, I was certain he was smearing cream on my breasts. C's kisses were long and passionate, leaving no inch of my skin untouched. When it finally stopped at my genitals, I could feel how wet they were. As he brought me to orgasm, I uncontrollably arched my back, crying, "Come in!"
The moment he entered, the feeling of fullness made me groan loudly involuntarily. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tilted my head back, and kissed him repeatedly. With each thrust, I felt as if the anal plug was also being pulled in through a thin membrane. At that moment, all sense of propriety and moral constraints were thrown to the back of my mind; all I wanted was for him to thrust into me hard.
The second orgasm came quickly. At the moment of reaching the peak, I tore at him fiercely. It wasn't until the next day that I discovered several bloody scratches on his back.
After another orgasm, C panted heavily: "Little fox, I want to remove the tail."
In my dazed state, I must have moaned. Hearing this, C gently turned me over. The moment the tail was pulled out, my sphincter muscles throbbed with pain, followed by a strange emptiness.
Although it had been sufficiently dilated, I still couldn't help but cry out as he penetrated my sphincter. He stopped, lowered his head, and gently kissed my neck and shoulder with the tip of his tongue: "Does it hurt?"
"Not really, it's just very full." I turned my head and kissed his lips: "Take it slow, I can do it."
That "ah" gave him tremendous encouragement. After a brief period of swelling and pain, he finally inserted himself completely. For a woman, the buttocks will never be as comfortable as the vagina, but somehow, this time it brought me a different kind of pleasure. Although it can't be compared to a vaginal orgasm, that indescribable comfort made my moans grow louder and louder. Finally, he yelled and lay on my back, and I could feel his penis still throbbing inside my buttocks.
C took good care of me in the details afterward. After a short rest, he carried me to the bathroom, and I didn't even have to lift a hand during the entire washing process.
This time, our lovemaking was incredibly satisfying, bringing me unparalleled enjoyment. Just as he said, quality over quantity is key. We didn't do it again that night. Lying in his arms, I listened to C recount his experiences with Sister Zhu. When he got excited, he couldn't help but fantasize that I was the protagonist in his stories. When C asked if I wanted to try it, I inexplicably hummed in agreement, and drifted off to sleep amidst his tale.
Around 6 a.m., I suddenly felt unwell and realized my period had arrived early. The sheets were stained with blood. C opened his eyes when he heard me, but his gaze held no reproach. He asked me with concern if I was feeling unwell, got me some tissues, and then quickly got dressed and went downstairs to buy me sanitary napkins.
In the morning, C made me brown sugar water and massaged my stomach. This care warmed my heart.
After lunch, I took a nap. When I woke up, C had set up a small, lazy computer desk on the bed and was leaning against the headboard, looking at some documents. My legs accidentally brushed against his genitals, and I realized he was already erect.
C stopped what he was doing and pulled me into his arms: "Awake?"
I hummed in response, my knees gently rubbing against his genitals: "So hard?"
"Just holding it in..." He looked at me: "How can I not feel bad if I can't have such a beautiful woman like you!"
I saw desire in his eyes. At that moment, I didn't know what I was thinking. Maybe I wanted to repay him for the pleasure he had given me last night, maybe I had developed feelings for this man, or maybe I couldn't bear to see him in such pain. I looked into his eyes and slowly leaned down to lift the covers.
C's penis wasn't as long as my husband's, but it was quite thick. This wasn't the first time I had given him oral sex, but the moment my tongue touched his, it felt different. At first, C was able to look at his laptop leisurely, but soon he picked up the laptop desk with one hand and threw it on the ground. He then took off his pajamas, changed into a comfortable position, and lay down sprawled out, gesturing for me to take off his underwear completely.
I originally only intended to finish with a few blows, but hearing his comfortable moans, I felt aroused. When he lifted his buttocks to signal me, I unexpectedly kissed his bottom without hesitation, even mimicking him by slowly inserting my tongue.
Following C's previous request, I cooperated and interacted with him. Finally, as my lips and tongue grew numb, he pressed my head down and ejaculated. At that moment, I didn't stop; instead, I worked even harder, swallowing and sucking, enveloping him more tightly. C's moans grew louder.
That night, following C's request, I kissed his entire body again. Afterwards, I felt more tired than after making love, but I felt no emotion. This was all thanks to his efforts yesterday and his meticulous care today. This guy even asked me after ejaculating which tasted better, his or my husband's?
To be honest, my husband's semen didn't have a particularly special taste, with a slightly sweet aftertaste, while his was much fishier than my husband's, especially the first time I swallowed it, I didn't dare linger in my mouth.
After hearing my answer, C scratched her head and said with a burst of inspiration, "Tell me what your husband usually eats. If I follow his diet, I can probably become sweet too."

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