The young woman who succumbed to lust (Chapter Two)

Chapter Two: My Wife, Sinking

into the warm, soft seat, felt light as a feather. The weightlessness from takeoff seemed to linger
, making me feel as if I were floating on clouds.

My legs were weak, my back ached, my breasts were full, and my lower abdomen felt hollow, yet strangely
full. My body felt like it was falling apart; every organ was telling me they were exhausted, but my brain remained excited.

My lower body seemed even more sensitive; the feel and scent of the sanitary pad were clearly transmitted to my brain. The occasional
ant-like crawling sensations in my vagina seemed to be telling me about the madness she had experienced last night.

Memories, like music flowing through the cabin, were soothing and lingering. Women are emotional creatures; a woman's memory
is delicate and sensitive. My brain could no longer recall many of the words spoken or the things done last night. But my body!
The sensations of my body! remained so profound! So clear!

The breath was hot, thick with masculine hormones; the embrace was powerful, almost suffocating;
the kisses were delicate, making every inch of skin burn; the licks and sucks were agile, sucking away the last trace of restraint. The penis

was full, as if it would burst my body; it was firm, as if it could lift my body and soul
off the ground!

Domineering! It made my whole body and mind tremble involuntarily!

Memories reawakened the lingering sensations of last night. A heat flowed from my lower abdomen, spreading throughout my body
, from my abdomen to my neck to my feet, to every inch of my skin.

My face was hot, definitely red. My breasts swelled even more, my nipples hard, rubbing against my bra, making me
involuntarily recall the kisses and caresses I had experienced last night.

My toes pointed subtly like a ballerina's, curling tightly in my shoes,
like a leopard stealthily approaching its prey.

My knees involuntarily pressed together, and my buttocks and inner thighs began to clench tightly. It seemed
that if I didn't do this, the warm flow would spill out.

My vagina, like a drowning person grasping at a last straw, desperately clenched its sphincter muscles. But there
was nothing! No full pressure, no powerful thrusting; all I grasped was emptiness and loneliness.

The sensitive inner walls rubbed against each other with the contraction of the sphincter muscles, creating waves of pleasure that drove away the ant-like crawling
sensation inside. But as my grip weakened, the emptiness inside grew even greater, and the ant-like crawling sensation returned,
unbearably painful, like a thousand ants gnawing at my heart.

Less than ten hours after saying goodbye to the past, it was already calling to me!

I gently twisted my body, tilting my buttocks back slightly. I made my posture more dignified and
increased the pressure of the seat on my vulva. The pressure temporarily stopped the restlessness in my body, but soon
the burning, slippery sensation deep within my vagina told me that it was all in vain. Ugh, it's almost time to change my sanitary pads again.

I glanced nervously around, my husband with his eyes closed, and the various expressions on the faces of the strangers in the cabin
. A wave of shame washed over me. What's wrong with me? How did I become like this! Getting aroused in public
! Recalling having sex with other men right next to my husband!

Could it be? Could it be that I've really been turned
into ? No! No! I'm not that kind of woman! I'm different from those women!

I'm a lady, managing my body and behavior according to perfect etiquette. Head up, chest out,
stomach in, smile. No speaking with lips parted. No sitting with knees still. No swaying of the skirt while standing. No loud laughter when happy. No raising my voice when angry. My pelvis must remain
upright, my legs must always be together, I use my fingertips to pick things up, my knees must be locked when moving,
and I must never open my legs to anyone.

My childhood ballet training and my mother's etiquette instruction have ingrained these habits in my very being. Even
during intimate moments with my husband, I maintain my elegance and poise, keeping my legs clenched.

I won't moan loudly like other women, nor will I shout "Fuck me! Fuck me!" or spread my legs wide to offer
myself to him. I certainly won't follow men's instructions and utter those obscene and vulgar words! I
will only softly complain, gently moan, and sway my hips in a playful yet inviting manner. I will clench my legs to endure my husband's advances!

I am a lady, well-educated, with a face that would make any woman envious, a job, a family, a husband
, and children! Confidence and pride have accompanied me since childhood. Because wherever I am, I always attract admiring or envious
glances. Facing men who looked at me with greedy eyes, I responded with a humble and calm smile. My
politeness, poise, and genuine pride made them feel ashamed and dared not disrespect me!

I am a virtuous woman. I adhere to traditional moral standards. I am a good wife and mother, respectful to my parents-in-law, and loving to my own parents.

I am gentle and virtuous, and act with reason, order, and restraint. I have earned the respect and
trust of my colleagues through my ability and composure. I have earned the praise and admiration of my relatives and neighbors through my virtue and kindness. I
have won my husband's true love through my beauty, gentleness, and thoughtfulness!

I love my husband! I participate in couples' social activities only to satisfy my husband's desires! Only to
add some passion and fun to our mundane married life. I use my efforts to satisfy my husband's fantasies and desires,
bringing him new life experiences!

My sex and love are separate. I have enjoyed the physical pleasure and orgasms that other men have given me.

However, my heart has never betrayed the promise we made when we fell in love. I love my husband! I love only him
!

I closed my eyes, suppressing the turmoil in my heart, and rested my head on my husband's broad, strong shoulder. This was my harbor
, the place where I drifted off to sleep every night. It was also the stone that sealed the restlessness in my heart.

My nerves relaxed, and the exhaustion after satisfaction washed over me like the night sky outside the window, soaking me
in warm water, so weary that I didn't even want to move a finger. I knew they had worn me out.

Half-asleep, my heart began to race. My sixth sense told me that my husband was watching me. I dared not open my eyes to meet his
probing gaze. But I could still feel his heartfelt concern. He truly cared for me.
A sweet ripple spread through my heart, "My husband still loves me so much, cares for me so much." I gave a soft, coquettish hum, burying
my head even deeper in my husband's shoulder. It felt so good to be loved.

But soon, this sweetness was overwhelmed by shyness and guilt. Had I been too indulgent last night? I had actually...
So proactive, so... wanton. She forgot her husband's feelings. She forgot the promise she held dear in her heart! She forgot her
dignity, elegance, and ladylike demeanor!

(To be continued)

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