My wife's confession

I'm a 27-year-old married woman. My husband is serving in the military in another city, leaving me alone in our hometown.

He comes home about three times a year, each time for no more than 15 days. During those 15 days, we love to be inseparable, and we always feel like there's not enough time. In the days after he leaves, I experience intense itching down there. Luckily, my husband bought me a vibrator, but the one he ordered is a bit too big, larger than his penis. I'm often afraid that I'll develop a liking for his large penis and stop liking his. My husband is also worried; selfishly, he's afraid that if I use it too often, my vagina will become too loose, and he won't feel anything. Actually, I also like it when he puts his penis inside me, and I squeeze tightly. It feels good for him, and it feels good for me too!

But once he returned to his unit, I could only rely on that rubber dildo. But it was just rubber and plastic, no heat. I still preferred the heat of my husband's penis. Time passed slowly, and I gradually couldn't bear it anymore. I used to often use my hand to relieve myself, then I used the vibrator my husband bought me to rub around my labia. Eventually, I directly inserted the vibrator deep into my vagina, turned on the electric switch, and fully enjoyed the pleasure this dildo brought me… I don't know if I'm a promiscuous woman, but I only wanted pleasurable sex. Slowly, the days passed by!

I ran into my ex-boyfriend on QQ. Thinking of him, I felt both love and hate for him. I followed him for four years, knowing he couldn't marry me, yet I served him devotedly for so many years. Only after he got married did I realize how cruel his so-called "being forced" was to me. The most hateful thing was that our last time in the shower, a moment of passion resulted in my pregnancy. The final breakup gift was an unborn child! I digress.

We hadn't been in contact for over a year. Although I hated him, I still cared about his situation during our chats and gradually learned about his married life. Slowly, I opened up to him and told him about my situation. He seemed to sense something was amiss and said a lot of ambiguous things online, which made me very interested. Once during a chat, he said that he often had difficulty getting an erection and asked me what to do. I told him to see a doctor, but he actually asked me to check him out instead. There's a reason for this. When we're together, he sometimes really wants to penetrate, but he just can't get an erection. Sometimes I get really angry and ask him if he's cheating. He swears he absolutely hasn't, and I don't really believe him, but I can't catch him cheating anyway. Usually when this happens, I slowly lie on top of him, kissing him gently from head to toe, while slowly stroking his penis. Then I tell him in a very lewd way: "Honey, my pussy is so itchy, I really want your big cock to fuck me, your big cock has such a big head, fuck me, I'm your little sex slave, you little slut..." His most sensitive spots are his earlobes and his neck, whenever... When I kissed those two spots on his penis, it would react a little. Then I continued to say some lewd things, and his reaction became more intense. Suddenly, I pulled back and took his penis into my mouth. He would groan loudly and gently stroke my hair. At this moment, I would suck on his penis carefully. His foreskin was a bit long, but it didn't feel like a problem when he was erect. However, because the foreskin was long and covered the glans, it wasn't very sensitive. I slowly took his penis into my mouth, and between swallowing and spitting, I deliberately left a lot of saliva on his penis and scrotum. I shook my head and buttocks and said seductively, "Big cock tastes so good, husband, my pussy is so itchy, I'm so wet." As I said these words, he would say, "Come on, baby, let your husband love you!" I quickly climbed onto him, his penis already quite hard, and I was getting impatient. I gripped his penis with my right hand, aimed it at my vagina, and slowly inserted it. I let out a soft "Ah!"—it felt so good! Then I started thrusting, gradually increasing the speed… Memories are just memories. That damned bastard! So much time has passed, why is he telling me this?! It brings back memories of our passionate lovemaking. How hateful! I told him I had to log off first, and that he should go to the hospital, then hurriedly shut down the computer. When I sat up to go to the bathroom, I realized I was wet, even my underwear was soaked. Sitting on the toilet, I gently touched my labia—it felt so good, so sticky! I long for his penis to penetrate me, to penetrate me hard. I also want to suck his penis. It's been almost a year, is his penis still that big? Compared to my husband, I've forgotten whose is bigger or thicker. Thinking of my husband, I suddenly woke up. What's wrong with me? How could I betray my husband? How could I let my ex-boyfriend sleep with me? I'm shameless. My husband and his family are so good to me, how could I have such filthy thoughts? I pinched myself hard, turned on the bathroom heater, and started washing myself, wanting to cleanse my mind! In the hazy bathroom, memories of making love with him and my husband flooded back. A persistent itch rose in my groin. I gently stroked my labia, quickly finding my sensitive spot. I pressed on it in circles, gradually increasing the pressure, but it wasn't enough. I wanted a vibrator, I wanted it inserted, I wanted a man's large penis inside me, anyone, I wanted to be fucked. But the vibrator was in the bedroom, and I was in the bathroom. I couldn't close the door properly. I hurriedly opened the bathroom door and ran to the bedroom, not caring if it was daytime. Once there, I opened the drawer, took out my "treasure," and, ignoring the water droplets on my clothes, immediately knelt down and forcefully inserted the vibrator into my vagina. Ah~ so good! I thrust repeatedly with my right hand, the semen flowing down the protruding part of the vibrator. When my right hand got tired, I switched to my left. I don't know how much time passed, but there was a puddle on the floor, a mixture of my own fluids and the semen. I was exhausted. I climbed into bed, turned on the vibrator, and the different sensations stimulated my deepest parts. It felt so good, so comfortable. I didn't care anymore, I just let it be. Slowly, I fell asleep… I don't know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, I realized it was already dark. I hadn't closed the curtains! Oh my god, would someone see? I quickly pulled the summer blanket over myself, glancing outside a few times. I lived on the 18th floor; they shouldn't be able to see from outside. There were security bars on the outside of the bedroom window. My panicked heart calmed down a little. Once I calmed down, I heard a thumping sound and realized that my penis had slipped out of my vagina. The bed was soaked. I smiled, took out my underwear, put it on, and started cleaning up my mess!

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