[An Unexpectedly Happy Marriage] (05) Author: nayuki

Author: nayuki
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I really understand that Zhe Ge's two lessons are the beginning of a kind of BDSM training. Even though I
don't know this kind of world, I can receive similar
information . What I am curious about is that the way Zhe Ge guided me to understand BDSM is neither handcuffs, shackles, whips,
nor ropes, candles, etc., which are the props that people usually "imagine" SM would have. Instead, he only gave me a
general direction, and most of the choices were still up to me. He said that this is a soft command that emphasizes imagination over substance
. The important thing is whether I can create a suitable situation and
generate .

At the same time, such "lessons" have generated a wonderful sense of security in my heart.
The guilt of betraying A Jie has disappeared without a trace. If Zhe Ge also let A Jie know, my
infidelity in marriage will no longer be infidelity. But when that time comes, will our marriage, which everyone envies,
still end in failure?

During my lunch break, I sat alone at my office desk, thinking and thinking. I took out my wallet from my bag and chose
a credit card that I don't use often. Turning it over, in a small corner of the card, I wrote in delicate handwriting with a pen
: "I'm a shameless slut." Then, I took out my phone from my bag, turned on the
settings , and entered "Suck-worthy bitch" as the name.

After doing these things, like a child who had secretly done something naughty, I quickly put everything back
in my bag and hid it. I felt my vagina becoming slightly wet again because of doing such a bold thing.

"Could it be that deep down, I really crave to be a slut who's available to everyone?"

The body's reaction doesn't lie. Even if my mind was analyzing things rationally, whenever I thought of
vulgar and contemptuous terms for women like "slut," "bitch," and "whore," my body became more and more
excited and hot. I couldn't resist secretly lifting my skirt, the pen in my right hand probing deep beneath it,
gently stroking it through my underwear.

"Ah...so good...oh...oh my god...how could this be!?"

A sweet sensation surged from deep within my body, even the hairs on my arms stood on end.
More fluid gushed out. Unable to suppress it any longer, I hastily gathered my things and went to the bathroom
to release my pent-up emotions.

As my relationship with Zhe-ge grew closer, I had become completely his possession, and my
psychological became increasingly apparent. The lewd words hidden in my personal belongings, though unknown to anyone,
seemed to possess a magical power, subtly changing me. I could feel my body's appetite for sex increasing
day by day .

On the other hand, just as Zhe-ge had predicted, after I deliberately neglected A-Jie's sexual needs,
A-Jie, who always indulged me, although seemingly understanding, gradually reached his limit and began
to complain. Following Zhe's orders, I initiated a cold war with him. Not only did I speak
coldly , but I also made excuses to stay out later and later after work.

Women are always experts at acting in front of men who dote on them, and A-Jie clearly felt
anxious . He, who was usually not very assertive, quickly lowered his stance and tried to end the cold war, but
I, who was used to leaving work early and then making love with Zhe at his place until late at night before going home,
still maintained a cold and distant attitude.

When I was with Zhe, his magnificent penis always tirelessly demanded me, giving me
immense physical and psychological satisfaction, and making me crave his "favor" even more. Conversely, when I
had to sleep with A-Jie at home, the anxiety from unfulfilled desire grew daily.
A-Jie's clumsy hugs and his short, limp penis pressed against my buttocks only deepened my psychological aversion.
Therefore, my "cold war" with A-Jie at home became increasingly real.

Perhaps somewhat retaliatory, my clothing became increasingly sexy. My colleagues also noticed my
increasingly daring change in taste: stiletto heels, black stockings, and revealing suits attracted
the greedy eyes of the male colleagues and gradually drew disgusted and jealous glances from the female employees.

Under the hostile attitude of the female colleagues, the rumors about Zhe and me
spread quickly throughout the company like a cold virus: the rumor that "the married, flirtatious female manager used her body to seduce the boss to get promoted"
quietly spread in the company and eventually reached my ears. With only Zhe in my eyes, I not only
ignored these whispers but was also somewhat excited. Moreover, in Zhe's "homework," I was indeed to be
a promiscuous woman. From this perspective, they were not wrong. In the company, "the public relations officer and spokesperson
Yan Xiaoying and the boss are having an affair" was already an open secret.

Zhe-ge praised my changes highly, encouraging me to explore
possibilities, both emotionally and physically, that I had never experienced before. I started searching online for sex techniques, trying to
satisfy Zhe-ge even more.

After a few weeks of playing the double game of "promiscuous in front of a lover, indifferent in front of a husband," A-Jie, perhaps
due to prolonged repression of his sexual desires, was caught taking photos of women on the subway and was taken to the police station. I seized this opportunity.
First, while bailing him out at the police station, I acted as if I couldn't believe it, was furious and disgusted, and was determined to divorce him,
making the already bewildered A-Jie even more flustered.
After driving him home, I turned and left without looking back. As I expected, A-Jie sent me a long apology letter via mobile phone.

When I received his sincere and eloquent apology message, I was truly moved to tears. Although
I was immersed in my relationship with Zhe-ge, I didn't actually want to abandon A-Jie. Women might sometimes
be even more greedy than men, right? I enjoy the thrill of being in love, but at the same time, I can't let go of the peace and stability of family.

Unfortunately, as we've entered middle age, we've long understood that no matter how unforgettable or
passionate , it will all vanish without a trace after entering marriage. What remains is only
the bittersweet feeling of "not lovers anymore, but family, too used to being together to be apart."

That day, when I got home from work, Ah-Jie had even cooked a delicious meal for me. I desperately suppressed my heaving
breaths and the overwhelming emotion that almost made me drop the takeout dinner, and casually suggested that Ah-Jie and I go see...
The psychologist's request. Forced by circumstances, and because my request seemed reasonable, A-Jie agreed
without hesitation . Thus, I, the princess he spoiled in his eyes,
unknowingly led him step by step down an unexpected path in life.

Zhe-ge's counseling for us went very smoothly, at least that's what A-Jie thought. In his
warm and reassuring tone, A-Jie believed that all the problems in their marriage stemmed
from hormonal imbalances caused by the couple's overly busy work schedules. Perhaps while Zhe-ge was persuading A-Jie, he was also somewhat
explaining things to me; I didn't believe a single word of Zhe-ge's diagnosis was a fabricated lie. Everything
sounded so reasonable and convincing. So, in the end, A-Jie also accepted the medication
injections to "control" the so-called excessive testosterone.

Afterwards, just like the treatment plan Zhe-ge had outlined for our couple during the first counseling session, A-Jie began to
regularly receive Zhe-ge's treatment. Zhe's psychological therapy was not as simple as he outwardly claimed, "just chatting
." From a person's speech, body language, facial expressions, and attitudes, many hidden messages could be deciphered.
He discovered that A-Jie had an unusual fascination with the female body, yet he feigned composure and suppressed it all. Zhe
told me that he decided to use A-Jie as his "experimental subject" the moment he first met him.

And I, seemingly unknowingly, was also becoming immersed in Zhe's psychological experiment. Zhe asked me to encourage A-Jie to express

his deep-seated, abnormal fascination with the female body as we gradually returned to a normal married life . So, under the pretext of enhancing our intimacy, I intentionally or unintentionally brought up topics related to women's makeup and fashion sense. When we went shopping together on weekends, I would always drag A-Jie to look at women's products and ask for his opinion. From the beginning, A-Jie did not reject these things and even seemed quite interested. Zhe's observation of A-Jie was indeed correct. To my surprise, Ah Jie quickly developed a good taste in women's makeup and clothing. This was thanks to our frequent shopping trips and the fact that he always read the women's magazines I subscribed to with great interest when he was at home. Watching my husband change step by step under my boyfriend's guidance, I secretly felt a strange sense of accomplishment. One holiday afternoon, we strolled hand in hand through the department store as usual. I saw a sexy bra with a thin, high-quality material that I liked, thinking I could wear it to surprise Zhe Ge. This French brand of lingerie is usually more admired than purchased, and the sales assistant was very attentive, taking my measurements with a tape measure and complimenting my figure. After trying it on in the fitting room, I looked at it from left to right and was extremely satisfied with the sheer fabric, especially the removable padding, which revealed a transparent and sexy bra underneath. I imagined Zhe Ge staring at me with burning eyes and then peeling it off, and my body immediately reacted. "Miss, would you like your husband to come and take a look?" After I nodded in agreement, the saleswoman brought Ah Jie over with a suggestive smile. Although I was already used to showing off my body in front of , this was the first time Ah Jie had seen me like this. I slightly covered my chest, shyly letting Ah Jie's gaze fall on me. It was also the first time he had seen me dressed so sexily, and he kept praising how beautiful I looked. "Sir, you are so lucky! You have such a great figure and a beautiful face... You two are a perfect match!" While responding to the saleswoman's compliments, which I couldn't tell were genuine, I took out my credit card and quickly paid the bill. My desire was aroused, and I pulled Ah Jie into a breastfeeding room. As soon as we locked the door, we immediately kissed. Ah Jie seemed both surprised and delighted by my bold actions today. I gestured for Ah Jie to stand, squatted down, and reached out to undo his belt, and his white, tender penis immediately fell out of his underwear. I easily took Ah Jie's penis all the way into my mouth, while simultaneously undressing myself. My nose touched Ah Jie's abdomen, and the thick pubic hair inadvertently tickled my cheek. "Such a small penis... Zhe-ge's is better..." I couldn't help but think. Ah Jie's penis didn't even reach my throat in my mouth. I pursed my lips slightly, and a drop or two of fluid squeezed out from the glans. Ah Jie's eyes were tightly closed, and he looked like he was enjoying it very much. Unlike Zhe-ge's huge penis, which had a very attractive and strong masculine scent, Ah Jie's penis was pink and white, only emitting a faint smell of urine. "Ah... I want it so bad... If it were Zhe-ge, I would let him put it in..." Recalling the crazy feeling of Zhe-ge's penis spreading open my vagina, a hot current immediately surged from my lower body. I guided the clueless Ah-Jie, caressing my bare breasts, while one hand eagerly slipped under my skirt, playing with my already soaking wet vulva. "Baby, it feels so good, I'm going to cum..." Soon, Ah-Jie was on the verge of ejaculation. I released his penis, pulled down my soaked panties, and used them to quickly rub his penis. With Ah-Jie's heavy breathing, his penis ejaculated under my stimulation, and I quickly used my bra to catch the overflowing fluid. However, just a few minutes of caressing his vulva with my fingers wasn't enough to satisfy me; being stuck on the edge of arousal was incredibly uncomfortable, and the image of Zhe-ge's large penis lingered in my mind. Even so , after ejaculating, Ah-Jie's penis quickly went limp, the wrinkled foreskin almost completely covering it. With a slightly punitive mindset, I took off Ah-Jie's underwear and put the soaked panties and bra on him. I then took out my newly bought lingerie and matching thong from the paper bag and put them on myself. Ah-Jie probably thought that me wearing this sexy lingerie would also be a privilege for him to enjoy alone, so he didn't resist much and let me put the women's lingerie soaked with our bodily fluids on him. During this time, my shriveled penis even showed slight signs of getting hard again. Ah-Jie tried to stimulate it with his hand to make it stand up again, but unfortunately, he was sweating and still couldn't get it to work. Although disappointed, I still gently comforted Ah-Jie and, in a seemingly intimate manner, took his arm and left the department store. Recently, I really want to challenge myself to go to work without a bra. Female netizens who have tried it share their experiences, saying that the stimulating feeling is something you can't give up even if you want to. I once tried experimenting at home, and my nipples protruded very noticeably , while the cool sensation under my skirt made it impossible for me not to notice my bare genitals.

After several days of mental preparation, on Friday morning, I finally made up my mind to carry out this daring
act .

What I didn't expect was that after that day, another side of me fully awakened. Like many netizens
shared online, I became addicted to exhibitionism—a form of sexual activity born from a deep fear of being discovered, yet also from unrestrained indulgence. On

the other hand, I was also deeply immersed
in .

After hesitating for several minutes in my dressing room at home, I resolutely took off my underwear, then
unhooked my bra, putting both garments away in the closet. I looked at my naked self in the mirror:
long, flawless legs, a toned waistline from long-term exercise, large, snow-white breasts, slightly perky and full
upper lips, and a beautiful face. Everything had subtly changed, becoming more feminine and
more alluring.

Previously, while I valued my appearance and clothing, I never considered
how I appeared "in the eyes of men." I used to only think about creating my own style and taste, not caring whether men "understood" fashion.
Now , under Zhe Ge's "exploration," I've experienced the true meaning of sex and started to enjoy the
feeling of arousing men's desire.

I put on thin, skin-colored pantyhose; the soft touch slightly reduced the unease of my unprotected vulva.

I put on a well-tailored shirt and an A-line skirt in sequence. In the mirror, the satin shirt on my chest created two
distinct peaks, and my nipples immediately stood erect. I tried turning around and taking a step or two; the smooth
fabric gently rubbed against my nipples, and a subtle, electric-like pleasure quickly spread from my chest throughout my body. My crotch was only covered
by a thin mesh, and the cool air reminded me that my body was different today. With a mix of trepidation and
excitement put the other protagonist of the day—a female vaginal training ball I bought online—into my bag, put on my high heels,
and headed to work at my usual familiar pace.

I felt as if I were performing naked in a crowd, every glance I exchanged seemed to
see right through my clothes, knowing my secrets. I could feel my breasts heating up, standing erect
. Without the support of a bra, they swayed under my clothes with each step, bringing waves of sweet sensations.

My lower body beneath my pantyhose was already overflowing with wetness; the sticky fluid, no longer restrained by my underwear, filled my
inner thighs, creating a slippery, warm sensation.

All morning, although I repeated my daily routine: meetings, reviewing marketing proposals, replying to
emails , writing company image copy, etc., everything that was so ordinary
was completely different because of my bare skin. I knew that today my tone was more coquettish, and my every move more seductive. I
became trembling, keeping my legs together, afraid that I might accidentally expose the secret under my short skirt; I kept unconsciously
crossing my arms to prevent my breasts from swaying too violently and making me unable to suppress my pleasurable gasps.

During my lunch break, I secretly slipped into the bathroom and inserted this vaginal training ball, commonly known as the "smart ball," into my
wet vagina. After a morning of stimulation, my vagina was already swollen and swollen. I took out a wet wipe
and carefully cleaned my engorged genitals. My pantyhose was soaked with vaginal fluid, so I had to take them off and discard them.
After countless mini-orgasms, my body had become extremely sensitive.

The silicone smart ball was round in shape, with the two balls together only about ten centimeters long, but it was
as thick as a man's penis. My vagina was first stretched wide open, and then the ball was swallowed up. Just that
was enough to send me trembling and reaching another orgasm. I gritted my teeth and endured the accumulated pleasure, then pushed the second ball, which was still hanging
outside further into my vagina. My genitals immediately felt like they were being stretched open, and vaginal
fluid gushed out from deep within.

"Ah..."

Overcoming the resistance of the slippery love juice and vaginal muscles, I finally
pushed the two golf ball-sized smart balls into my vagina, leaving only a small section of string exposed. The fullness of my vagina being stretched open by the foreign objects released
the pent-up frustration of the entire morning. My fingertips hooked the string at the entrance of my vagina and gently tugged at the balls, causing
the round balls inside to move slightly in and out.

An electric-like pleasure made my whole body tremble. I opened my mouth wide and gasped for breath like a drowning person, the tingling and
numb sensation in my vagina spreading rapidly throughout my body. I pressed my hands hard against the outside of my vagina, my feet, having kicked off their high heels,
landing directly on the cold floor. The iron ball at the center of the smart balls
scratched . The soft rubber outer layer was coated with a thick layer of love juice. I tried
to pull it more forcefully, letting the balls slide back and forth inside my vagina, but it felt like scratching an itch, yet the effort was unsatisfying
. The more I caressed my body, the more unsatisfied I felt. Desire rapidly eroded my remaining rationality, leaving only a
woman's most primal thought:

"I want sex... I want to be ravaged by a man's penis like a bitch in heat..."

I suppressed the surging lust, pulled up my skirt, tidied my makeup, and went to
the sink to wash my hands, which were covered in my own fluids. My female colleagues filed in, politely
greeting me, and I pretended to be nonchalant, exchanging pleasantries with them and touching up my makeup at the sink. In reality, the toy inside
my vagina was still ravaging me. Its full presence forced me to clench my genitals tightly
with each step to prevent the smart ball from falling out in front of everyone. This contraction of my abdomen and lifting of my buttocks only made
my sensitive lower body feel even more numb and sore. My gait became very unnatural, and
the unsteady caused the metal inside the ball to spin even more violently inside me. The feeling was like a man
soaking his penis inside me, lazily and half-heartedly thrusting.

I walked back to the office with difficulty; in that short distance of a few dozen meters, I reached an orgasm, my
vaginal fluids gushing out like a bursting dam. My cheeks burned, turning red all the way to
my ears. I knocked on Zhe's office door, not caring whether my colleagues still resting outside
would notice the ambiguous implications of entering the boss's office during lunch break.

"Come in,"

Zhe replied briefly. I entered the office and locked the door behind me. He was on the phone with someone
, noticing my lustful expression, he gave me a playful smile, not hanging up immediately,
but patiently waiting for my next move.

I stood in the doorway, my hands gripping the hem of my skirt as I slowly rolled it up: the black suit skirt slipped down
to my hips, revealing my long, slender, white legs completely bare. The neatly trimmed pubic hair at the base of my thighs
was already soaked and disheveled. Between my pink vulva, a small plastic ball was already stretched open
, ready to burst out, the thin string at the end hanging like a tail between my legs.

"Master, fuck me…please…"

Naturally, I uttered
the words with a submissive emotion. The person on the other end of the phone must have heard me. Only then did Brother Zhe slowly hang up, focusing on "admiring"
the woman he had personally trained, now falling into depravity.

"Xiaoying, keep this position, take off your coat, unbutton your shirt, let me see your wanton breasts."

"Yes, Master."

I obeyed the command of the voice's master with almost ecstatic elation. I took off my suit jacket, and beneath the thin fabric of
my shirt lay my naked body. My hardened nipples strained against the fabric, forming jarring peaks on my chest.
Without hesitation, I continued unbuttoning, pulling off my shirt in one go.

"Yan Xiaoying, I never expected you to be so proper at the company, but you're actually such a slutty whore... With
such big tits, you must be very popular, huh? Lift your ass up, spread your cunt for everyone to see."

Zhe Ge feigned indifference, verbally humiliating me. But those vulgar, explicit comments only excited me more,
my body trembling uncontrollably. At that moment, I truly accepted myself as Zhe Ge's slutty bitch. I
turned slightly forward in front of him, my hands pressed against my buttocks, arching my back to spread my thighs and gently swaying them. My
wet testicles, was laid bare before Zhe Ge's eyes.

"You slut, what do you want to do with all that wetness down there?"

"Ah... I want to be fucked... Xiaoying's cunt wants to be pounded hard by Master's big cock..."

"How can we play with it if it's stuffed up down there? Sit up there, spread your legs, and pull it out!"

Brother Zhe guided me to sit on his desk, bending my legs wide open with both hands, exposing my private parts
completely. My legs were pressed against the edge of the desk, and I supported my leaning body with one hand, slightly arching my back,
showing . With the other hand, I obsequiously parted the bright red flesh of my vagina, hooked the end of the smart ball with my fingers, and
slowly pulled it out.

The smart ball, completely covered, had a resistance, and I felt the little ball inside my vagina being sucked in by my vagina.
As I pulled it out, it rubbed against the vaginal walls like a man pulling out his penis. Finally, the end of the ball, covered with a lot of
wet and slippery mucus, was finally pulled out of my body in one go, making a "pop" sound. I
held the warm, wet ball of semen around my nipple, tracing circles with it, while licking my lips slightly to seduce Zhe Ge.

"Zhe, Master... I can't take it anymore... I want to be fucked so badly... come in quickly..."

"Yan Xiaoying, you slut who needs to be fucked, you look so beautiful, anyone would be unable to resist."

Zhe Ge unbuttoned his clothes, his engorged penis erect, the large glans pressing against my overflowing vaginal opening,
then thrusting in all the way. I could clearly feel the bulging part of the glans stretching my vagina wide open, scraping against the vaginal
walls as it pushed all the way to the depths of my body, finally reaching the cervix at the very bottom. At the moment of penetration, I
was pushed my first intense orgasm of the day, the immense pleasure almost making me breathless. My legs were wrapped
tightly around Zhe Ge, my arms around his neck, and I breathed into his ear:

"Oh...it feels so good...Master...my...cunt...is filled to the brim by you..."

"Master's cock is so big...faster...fuck Xiaoying's slutty cunt...break it."

"Mmm...Xiaoying...you're so amazing...it's such a waste to enjoy this alone...how about I get some friends to come and fuck you together
?"

"Mmm...okay...Master, you have to get lots of people to fuck me together...make Xiaoying covered in semen...
fill her cunt with it...and then let it flow out..."

"Xiaoying, when your cunt gets loose, won't your husband find out you're cheating on
him ?"

"Ah...it's okay...his cock is actually quite small...oh...he won't even notice...and I
'll train him to be Master's cuckold...we'll both be Master's slaves...ah..."

"Cuckold? Where did you learn that term, you slut...you're going to train your husband for me...you're a born bitch
..."

"Ah... I'm a born slut... I read articles online every day... I want to make myself even more cheap... to make my master
happy ... Ahhh..."

I was immersed in my fantasies, enduring the thrusts of Zhe Ge's huge weapon while whispering lewd and
obscene words in his ear. Zhe Ge was very satisfied with my performance, teasing me with his words while his penis
tirelessly went in and out of my vagina. My juices formed a puddle at the entrance,
making "splish, splish" sounds with the thrusting of his penis, while bringing out more love juice.

"Ahhh... I'm going to come again! I'm going to be fucked to orgasm again... Waaah... It feels so good... I can't take it anymore, I
really can't take it anymore... Ahhhh... Ohhh..."

After experiencing spasms of orgasm for who knows how many times, Zhe Ge thrust in and out without any mercy,
each time withdrawing to the entrance and then plunging all the way in. My mind went blank. I unconsciously spread my legs to receive the sensation,
not even knowing what I cried out during my climax. I only knew that my body felt light and airy, like I was in heaven,
my consciousness blurred yet filled with bliss. My breasts were deformed by Zhe Ge's chest as he held me tightly,
ejaculating a large amount of semen inside me. Through our joined bodies, I could feel his penis throbbing
, injecting copious amounts of semen into my body.

Enjoying the afterglow of my climax, I still clung tightly to Zhe Ge, stubbornly refusing to let go. He lovingly stroked
my sweat-dampened hair, gently kissing my face.

"Xiaoying, how's your husband doing lately?"

"He's getting more and more interested in women's clothing! He used to at least try to hide it, but now he's completely
unguarded. He actually has quite a talent for women's clothing, so I should be able to successfully
entice him to wear women's clothes as you suggest."

"Hmm, you're really something, managing your husband so well. It seems he really has
the potential to be a slut. I bought you an outfit; you can try playing a more assertive role in front of him.
Once he's completely obsessed, bring him to my clinic for a consultation. I'll gradually guide him so he
can achieve complete psychological balance."

"Okay."

To be continued…

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