Crying Lily 12

I. Introduction
As darkness swallowed the last ray of sunlight, I slowly awoke from my slumber
. Looking up at the wall clock, it was 8:15. My husband and child were eating at my mother-in-law's today, so I didn't have to get up to cook
dinner. I decided to just go hungry; perhaps a woman only stays somewhat lucid when she's hungry
. Rubbing my red, swollen eyes, I wanted to pull the covers over my head and sleep a little longer, but the humiliating scene from today resurfaced before my eyes
.
Perhaps I'm too weak, perhaps I'm too kind. Each time I
endured humiliation, all I had was tears. Perhaps I really should have told my husband long ago, but what woman would have
the face to go home and tell her husband about such things after being harassed? My husband has a bad temper. I know that if
he finds out about these things, he will definitely seek revenge on the person who humiliated me, and he won't let me stay with him any longer
. At that time, I will not only lose my home, but also my elderly
parents far away will be ashamed to face the world, just like me.
From the first time he touched my hands and bones under the guise of palm reading, to the first time he forcibly hugged me while drunk, from the first time I
was spied on because of a corn on my foot, to this time being caressed while dancing, I have endured so much suffering. Every day,
I have to force a smile to go home to my husband and children, to be a good wife and mother. Only at night, only
after my husband and children are asleep, will I silently gaze at this warm
home that I could lose at any moment and shed tears. I need to love my husband better and take better care of my children; only in this way can I atone for my sins.
My body is really in excruciating pain. It turns out that the biggest physical reaction after crying and then going to sleep is muscle pain all over my body
. Looking at the moonlight filtering through the white curtains, it was shining on me, on my white body.
My body truly glowed faintly white in the moonlight. Although I had washed away all the dust, I still
felt so dirty.
There were two small bruises on my left breast, left by that beast. I
gently touched them; they didn't hurt anymore, only a slight swelling and discomfort. Then, when
the scene from that time replayed in my mind, my nipples involuntarily hardened again. I knew this was a natural
physiological reaction, not a psychological drive, but it still made me blush with shame.
Having said all that, I should introduce myself. My name is Liu Lu, I'm 30 years old, and I work at the Tax Bureau of a certain city in Jiangsu Province . My hometown is a city in Northeast China. After graduating from university, I moved to this unfamiliar city
with my husband .
My husband's father is a prominent figure there, with a wide network of connections
. One of his close comrades-in-arms is the director of the tax bureau in L city, and after some maneuvering, I successfully got a job there.
The director treats me very well. When no one else is around, he insists I call him Uncle Liu, but sometimes, regardless of who's around
, he calls me his daughter-in-law and laughs heartily at my blushing face. Although it's a government agency, his
military background and easygoing personality are still very respectable. After starting work, I was assigned to the office as a
secretary. Basically, that means handling documents and cleaning the director's room.
The director's wife passed away early, and his only daughter is studying abroad. He's all alone here. Although
his military habits allow him to take care of himself, there are some things a woman should pay attention to that require my
supervision, such as when he should take his medicine, when he should change clothes, shave, or get a haircut
. So, in addition to my regular duties, I also have the responsibility of managing his daily life's琐碎事 (trivial matters). I was happy
to do this, and the bureau chief was also very pleased, praising me to everyone as a filial daughter-in-law.
My husband is my first love. His father transferred from the military to the Public Security Bureau and is now the bureau
chief. My husband's family is well-off, but he is extremely ambitious
. His wealthy family background and unwillingness to admit defeat have created a hardened and narrow-minded personality. I don't know if this is good or bad, especially
when we are together. My family is not well-off, so he is very domineering when we are together, and I am willing to listen
to his arrangements, too lazy to think about those complicated things. I listen to him in everything. However, his studies, his
background, and his hard work still make me admire him very much. Perhaps I inherited my mother's gentle and virtuous personality, and being faithful to one's husband is a glorious tradition I inherited
from my mother since childhood .
The climate and people of Northeast China have given me a tall figure, coupled with fair
skin and a delicate face. Everyone says I'm like a lily after the rain. From childhood to adulthood, I've always been the class beauty and the school
beauty.
I myself don't understand why I chose him to be my husband, because everyone says he's a playboy
, with a long line of girls pursuing him. But when I was in school, I was a quiet, studious
student who never participated in their romantic competition. Perhaps that's what made my husband realize that I was
different from other girls. Under his intense pursuit, I finally agreed to be with him.
Three years after our marriage, we had our own child, and the increasingly happy life has me completely immersed in it
. My husband is also very successful at work. Both outsiders and I believe
I am the happiest woman.
II. The Hidden Temptation
I am a happy woman, but everyone's happiness is different. I have never had the chance to understand
what other people's happiness is like. I believe my happiness is loving everyone around me, giving them
the most tolerance, and in return, everyone around me loves me and treats me like family.
I cherish my husband, especially when we were newly married. When he came home after a long day at work,
I always wanted to give him the best care. My husband seemed to have inexhaustible energy. After showering at night,
when we were in bed together, he would always come up with many creative ways to make me happy. I am a conservative woman. Every night, I
would only expose myself to my husband after the lights were turned off. But my husband would always play hide-and-seek with me, suddenly turning on the light,
leaving me bewildered, covering my body, and then staring at me blankly.
"Wife, you're so beautiful. Your body is as beautiful as if it were carved from white jade. Strange, why does it seem like
there's a white halo around your body? Let your husband see." Hearing this, I slowly opened my body.
Under the orange light, the hazy desire was inescapable. Then my husband grasped my small,
firm breasts. "Wife, the veins on your breasts are so clear, and your nipples look like two red dates
. I want to eat them!" Stimulated by his words, I would close my eyes, letting him play with my body.
When I couldn't bear this "humiliation" anymore and turned off the light, he'd say, "Why are you always eating them? Aren't you satisfied
?!" Because every day my husband would "eat" them for a long time, making me unbearably itchy. But no matter what I did
, I couldn't understand why my husband liked the things our future children would use.
My husband's lips would move downwards to kiss me, and soon the light would be turned on again. I stopped talking, because this
tickling sensation brought me a sense of comfort throughout my body, making me moan softly. My legs moved restlessly
, and my husband would hold my feet, looking at them carefully. "Wife, your feet are so beautiful, so
white and smooth. I don't want you to wear sandals; I don't want anyone to see your feet." He would suck on my soft toes
. Although I thought this kind of kissing was a bit perverted, I couldn't escape it because I felt I could never
live without this feeling.
"Oh, husband, it's so good. Hold me, hold me," I murmured.
My husband would hold my waist and continue "eating." He would open my legs and
kiss places no one had ever seen before. At this point, I had forgotten to refuse; my head shook incessantly on the pillow
, as if I had entered a paradise.
When my husband entered me, he seemed like a different person. "Ah, Xiaolu, darling. I'm going to
fuck you, I'm going to fuck you to death." He seemed to have entered a frenzied state, and I was led by him
. Under his forceful thrusts, the attack on my genitals and mind made me incoherent. "Ah, husband, I love you, husband, I
'm yours, you can do whatever you want..."
When my husband was about to ejaculate, he would always grab my breasts tightly, forcefully pull my nipples, or
slap my buttocks hard, not caring about the red marks left on my body. "Xiaolu, you little slut
, has anyone fucked you before? Tell me quickly... quickly..."
And at this moment, I reached the peak of pleasure. My husband's forceful sex and perverted words gave me a
pleasure and stimulation different from the education I had received over the years. But I still refused to answer such questions.
I could only complete my orgasm by "Ahhhhh."
When my husband collapsed into my arms, he became the husband I knew, saying, "Wife, you're so good,
your body is so good."
Sometimes, while wiping the sweat from his forehead, I would ask him, "What was wrong with you just now
? Why were you so rough with me, and saying those perverted things?"
My husband wouldn't answer me directly, stammering, "Isn't this just a private conversation between husband and wife
? No one will hear us. This can increase our desire..." Then he would kiss my nipple and fall asleep.
I don't understand why my husband acted like that at those times. Was it really just a private conversation between husband and wife
? Sometimes I even wondered if my husband had too many girlfriends in the past. He had
experienced sex before we were together, even many times. Maybe he needed this kind of stimulation to love me more.
After all, sex is supposed to be the wife serving the husband. But it really was quite exciting. Too lazy to think about
any of this, I carefully covered my husband with the blanket and fell asleep myself, utterly exhausted!
Days passed in this warm and carefree atmosphere. Three years later, at the strong
urging of my in-laws, I became pregnant. Sex was no longer a daily ritual, or even weekly, because
in the early stages of my pregnancy, when I couldn't have sex, my husband would still be affectionate, but since I couldn't engage in too much
physical activity, I could only satisfy him with my hands or mouth. At first, my husband was somewhat intrigued,
but gradually, I noticed he wasn't satisfied with just kisses and caresses.
"Xiaolu, have you ever touched someone else's penis? Xiaolu, hurry up and let your husband see how sexy you are." "Xiaolu,
your little mouth is so beautiful, my penis going in and out of your mouth is so sexy."
Sometimes he would even take out his phone to record our moments together. Although I was disgusted by such perverted and vulgar
words and actions, and sometimes even wondered how my highly educated husband could say such things,
it felt like I owed him something because I couldn't have sex with him due to my pregnancy. I would reluctantly cooperate with him and
make some expressions that made my heart race. However, I would never answer his perverted questions, but would just help
him ejaculate forcefully.
After the three-month fertile window, the doctor said that my husband and I could have sex, but we couldn't do strenuous exercise.
I feel like I've developed a psychological block. I'm afraid my husband might accidentally touch my baby. Even
during sex, I don't want him to get too excited; I just go through the motions and try to avoid it whenever possible. In the few times we do have sex
, my husband has lost his previous tenderness. Most of the time, I have to use my mouth to get him erect, but
it's becoming increasingly difficult for him to ejaculate. Slow thrusting isn't what he likes. Sometimes during sex, he even slowly goes soft. I'm terrified of this change in him. Sometimes he tries to provoke us
with different topics .
"Xiaolu, have you been harassed by Uncle Liu? Xiaolu, let Wang Ming see your breasts tomorrow, etc."
He only got hard again after I answered affirmatively, and then he started masturbating in front of me
. When he was aroused, he wanted me to masturbate at the same time, rubbing my clitoris. Although I also had brief pleasures
, my husband seemed truly immersed in his fantasies, moving faster and faster, and his semen
gushed out during the rapid movements. After
ejaculating, my husband lay exhausted and motionless. As I helped him clean up what he had ejaculated
, tears of guilt still streamed down my face. It was all my fault for making my husband suffer like this. Sometimes I...
I said to my husband, "Maybe we shouldn't have this baby."
He would always say, "Silly girl, I'd rather do it this way, it's more exciting..."
Unlike the past when we had passionate penetration, now he would name a specific person and
ask me to say stimulating things. Perhaps it's this kind of stimulation that excites him. But this kind of sex
still makes me feel ashamed; I would rush to orgasm amidst embarrassment and passion.
As my belly grew bigger and my movements became more inconvenient, and the baby needed
prenatal education, I was afraid that my husband's excessive words during his excitement would have a negative impact on the baby. So I
started refusing to have sex with him. Gradually, my sexual desire seemed to disappear. I never
resisted my husband, even with the most inappropriate things, but I didn't get angry for the sake of the child.
Gradually, my husband's attention shifted from me to the computer. My husband has a best friend named Wang Ming
. They were inseparable in school, always laughing and joking around
. Sometimes they'd even make some risqué jokes.
"Brother Tian, your wife is so beautiful! Her skin, her aura... she looks more and more like Fan Bingbing! But
... her breasts are a little smaller than my wife's. Don't you like to massage them?"
"Small? Small? You don't know how to appreciate beauty. They're much bigger than your wife's." Then my husband would suddenly
slip his hand inside my collar and grope me.
"You two perverts! I'll teach you a lesson!" I'd chase after them, blushing and angry,
and they'd run away laughing.
Now they play online games every night, mysteriously and endlessly.
I have no idea what they're doing. I rarely concern myself with men's affairs; taking care of my health is my priority.
I'll just let them have their fun.
When I was six months pregnant, my body changed a lot. Not only did my belly grow, but
my breasts also grew much larger. Summer is the hardest time for pregnant women. No matter how hot it is, we can't turn on the air conditioning
. When it's hot, even wearing a silk nightgown, I still feel stuffy and uncomfortable. My husband often says to me, "Why don't
you just stay at home naked?"
I would roll my eyes at him and say, "That's so embarrassing!"
"What's wrong with that? It's just the two of us at home."
To be honest, I'm really not used to walking around the house naked. Occasionally,
I would take my clothes off under my husband's strong insistence, but it always felt strange, like someone was watching me. Later, I stopped going
naked. I even have to wear a nightgown to sleep; that gives me a real sense of security.
On the second day of the hottest period of summer, I was sleeping in bed when my husband and Wang Ming came back, still arguing. "Sister-in-law,
" Wang Ming said, "I got a bonus today and wanted to treat you to dinner, but Brother Tian said he had to come home to eat with you. He's so good to you
! I bought takeout; we're having a good drink together today."
The two men busied themselves in the kitchen. A little while later, my husband called me, "Xiao Lu, hurry up and bring my son out to eat
.
" When I came out, I noticed Wang Ming's gaze had instantly changed; he was staring intently at my chest.
I looked down and saw my nipples sticking out against my silk nightgown—it was incredibly embarrassing.
Just as I was about to go back to my room to change, my husband grabbed me. "Hurry up and eat! Aren't you hungry
? My son is starving!" he said, and without another word, he pushed me onto a chair.
While we ate, Wang Ming's eyes kept glancing at my chest. Several times I wanted to go back to change,
but when I got up, I saw my husband's eyes repeatedly stopping me, so I lowered my head and quickly ate
a few bites. Although my husband and I always dressed like this at home, this time, in front of Wang Ming, I felt
my nipples rubbing against my nightgown without a bra, creating an indescribable sensation.
The inappropriate words my husband had said seemed to echo in my ears again, and the seeds of desire were slowly
sprouting within me. They were still drinking beer heartily, but my mind was no longer on the dinner table
. My nipples were still rubbing against my skin, and my face involuntarily flushed.
"Xiao Lu, bring us that bottle of beer," my husband's voice interrupted my drifting thoughts.
"Oh," I said, bending down to hand my husband a bottle of beer. Suddenly, I realized that as I bent over,
my firm, white breasts were completely visible through my neckline, my nipples
pink and erect from the friction. I was facing Wang Ming, and I didn't dare look up to see
what they were doing.
"Brother Tian, your wife isn't feeling well, let me do it," Wang Ming said, squatting down in front of me,
leaving my neckline completely exposed to him.
I quickly and laboriously stood up. "You guys drink slowly, I'm going to bed first," I said, awkwardly entering
our bedroom.
Lying in bed, the excitement from before was completely wiped away by the accident. Recalling Wang Ming's gaze and
my husband's actions made me feel incredibly embarrassed. Although Wang Ming and I were quite familiar, no
other man besides my husband had ever seen my breasts. "It was an accident, completely an accident. Wang Ming didn't see anything
. Even if he did, he meant well; he saw I was pregnant and it was inconvenient for me. Besides, I didn't mean it.
Even if my husband finds out, he won't blame me. I have to trust him," I comforted myself.
Thinking this, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Wife, wife, wake up!" I opened my eyes to see both of them standing in front of my bed, their faces flushed and necks red from drinking.
"We've decided, let Wang Ming be our child's godfather, okay
?" "Sure, but to be the baby's godfather, you'll have to give a gift," I joked.
"Okay, I just got my bonus today, so I'll give my godson 10,000 yuan as a greeting gift," Wang Ming said,
placing the 10,000 yuan on the bedside table.
"That won't do, I was just joking," I said, feeling the joke had gone too far, and quickly refused
. But people who have had too much to drink are the most generous when it comes to money.
"Are you complaining that I didn't give you enough, sister-in-law? You're not like that."
"Xiaoming, don't be like that. Okay, your sister-in-law didn't mean it that way. We'll accept the money, haha
. My son isn't even born yet and he's already making money for me!"
Hearing my husband say that, I felt embarrassed to say anything more.
"Xiaolu, hurry up and let Wang Ming see his godson. His godfather has already given him the money."
"Yeah, yeah, I should at least see him." Wang Ming chimed in.
"You guys have had too much to drink. What are you looking at? It's in my belly." I said with a playful laugh.
"Then let his godfather touch him and see his son kick him, okay?" Without further ado
, he lifted my pajamas, revealing my round belly, and placed Wang Ming's hand on it. Wang Ming grinned foolishly and actually
touched it.
"Oh dear, I need to pee, I need to go to the bathroom." My husband swayed and turned to leave.
I was left lying awkwardly on the bed, Wang Ming sitting on the edge, his hand still on my stomach, slowly stroking
it. My belly was swollen and white from pregnancy, and his hand gently circled it. Although it was
very light, it felt so heavy to me. My mind went blank; I didn't know what to do, and
I didn't dare look at him. I just closed my eyes and lay on the bed. Gradually, his circles widened, and
a few times he even touched my breasts.
"So comfortable, sister-in-law, your skin is so smooth, it feels so good. Sister-in-law, I just saw your breasts, they're
so beautiful, tender and swollen, like they're about to burst with moisture," Wang Ming said, his breath reeking of alcohol.
"Get lost, stop messing around, you've had too much to drink, let's go home." I pulled down my pajamas, truly angry.
"Don't do this, sister-in-law, it was Brother Tian who said..." Wang Ming stopped mid-sentence.
"Said what?
" "Nothing. Nothing, I drank too much and went home." With that, Wang Ming stood up and left.
After Wang Ming left, I remained lying on the bed, not moving. "What did my husband say to him? Why did he do this
? How dare he? Were they really drunk
?" At that moment, my husband came into the bedroom, got on the bed, and pulled me into his arms
. "Wife, you look so sexy today, you excite me so much." Then
, my husband's hand suddenly slipped inside my nightgown, grabbing my breast and kneading it. My husband's words stunned me. So
he knew everything that happened today? Why did he do this? Has my husband really become a pervert?

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