[The Wife's Emotional Release] Lisa's Story (Complete)

(I)

Lisa and Far have been married for over ten years. After their marriage, Lisa worked at a trading company

and didn't quit her job even after having a child. Now their child is over five years old and attends kindergarten. During the day, Lisa

only needs to pick up and drop off the child, and the couple takes care of the child together in the evenings.

Far teaches at a university and was recently promoted to professor. Although he is still busy, his life is much better than

before .

Their life is quite comfortable, and each of them has a considerable amount of savings. Despite his

busy schedule, Far's sexual ability has remained at a very high level for many years. Lisa knows from her friends that

her marriage with Far is enviable.

However, as time goes on, Lisa is no longer as engaged in sex with Far as before,

and this situation is getting worse, gradually affecting Lisa's orgasms. Because Lisa doesn't

know , she hasn't told Far about it yet.

At this time, Lisa's company was commissioned to export a batch of goods. Lisa and two other colleagues,

Billie and Daisy, were assigned to handle this transaction, which should have been a piece of cake for these three experienced workers. However

, while comparing the product information, Lisa and her colleagues discovered that it was actually a batch of sex toys, including

various kinds of dildos, electric vibrating dildos, sex masks, lingerie, and many other

things that Lisa had never seen before and couldn't imagine the uses of.

These products were uninteresting to Lisa, because she wasn't actually averse to sex, but rather

found it tasteless. Lisa thought that even having sex with Far could no longer arouse him, so having sex with

these cold, impersonal sex toys would be even worse.

But Lisa's colleagues didn't feel the same way. Billie seemed okay, though her expression was somewhat unnatural. However, when

Lisa inadvertently noticed Daisy, she found that Daisy had stopped working and was staring blankly at the products, seemingly

lost in thought.

Lisa nudged Daisy, who was lost in thought, to bring her back to work. The afternoon passed in Lisa's boredom and

listlessness .

The mundane days went by in this repetitive pattern. Occasionally, when Lisa and Far were making love, she would think of

the sex toys she handled at the company and secretly imagine that Far's penis was one of those products, but obviously, this

didn't excite her or bring her to orgasm.

One weekend, just when Lisa was almost despairing of sex, Far took the children to

visit his parents. Lisa, feeling restless, excused herself, saying she wasn't feeling well, and stayed home, wanting some peace and

quiet, and perhaps to talk to Daisy or Billie.

Lisa and these two colleagues had become close friends since joining the company, and the three families

would occasionally have meals together or go on outings together.

Lisa got in her car and drove straight to Daisy's house. She and Daisy had always done this; they were both very

familiar each other's habits and schedules, so visiting each other's homes at any time never caused

any discomfort.

When Lisa arrived at Daisy's house, she noticed that only Daisy's car was in the garage. It

seemed Daisy's husband was away on a business trip again. Daisy's husband, Sam, was an insurance agent who frequently drove

around several neighboring provinces, and sometimes he wouldn't be home on weekends.

Lisa parked the car in the garage and then went directly into Daisy's house through the garage door leading to the kitchen.

Lisa knew that if Daisy wasn't in the kitchen at this time, she must be resting in the bedroom, so Lisa went

straight to Daisy's bedroom.

Entering Daisy's bedroom, Lisa still couldn't find Daisy, but she saw

something surprising on Daisy's bed: it was filled with all sorts of sex toys. Lisa knew very well that these were

items from product catalogs she had handled before.

Lisa walked to the bedside and picked up each product, examining them carefully. Lisa was only curious about

what the actual products looked like; she didn't feel anything else.

Suddenly, Lisa heard a muffled groan coming from the hallway outside the bedroom. She put down

what and followed the sound to Sam's study door.

The study light was on, and the door was slightly ajar. The muffled groans, seemingly Daisy's, drifted out intermittently.

Unable to resist her curiosity, Lisa gently pushed the door open a crack.

The scene inside the study shocked Lisa. She saw a woman who resembled Daisy

kneeling on Sam's desk like a dog. The woman's head was shaking incessantly. She wore a black

butterfly mask with scattered gold flowers covering her eyes and forehead. A black, golf ball-like

object , and two straps extended from the object, looping around her head. Around her neck was

a leather belt of unknown material, with sharp, metallic spikes attached to it.

Lisa couldn't tear her eyes away from the woman's body. The woman wore a pale purple,

transparent bra, but with a cutout at the nipple level slightly larger than the areola. This made the

bra, which seemed too tight, constrict the woman's ample breasts without any effort, deliberately protruding the nipples and areolas. The

reluctantly protruding areolas and nipples stretched taut under the pressure, making

the entire breast resemble an upside-down gourd.

The gourd-like shape on the woman's slightly plump body swayed with her movements.

The woman wore a set of pale purple stockings with garter belts, paired with dark purple, extremely high heels. Between

the woman's legs were two black, rod-like objects, one above the other. Lisa knew what they were because she could

hear a faint motor-like sound.

Lisa was truly shocked by what she saw. She kept wondering, was that Daisy? Wasn't Sam

away on a business trip ?

In truth, Lisa had already recognized Daisy the moment she saw the woman's eyes. However, what truly prevented Lisa

from moving or avoiding the awkward situation was an involuntary urge from her own body. She only knew she

wanted to explore further, because Lisa's body faithfully told her that this was

the kind of sex she needed to rediscover sexual pleasure.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Lisa was pulled into the study by a man and led to the desk.

"Esteemed Madam, we warmly welcome you to join us or to watch." A deep,

magnetic . "But before you join us, I suggest you sit down in this comfortable chair and

slowly appreciate the wonderful performance of the bitch Daisy."

Lisa couldn't resist and sat down. She turned to look at the owner of the unfamiliar voice.

The owner of the voice was wearing the same mask as Daisy. Lisa's eyes moved from the

man feet. The man was wearing a black silk shirt and black leggings. Although she couldn't see his full face,

she could tell that he was a strong young man.

"Daisy, it's our proper courtesy to face distinguished guests."

Daisy slowly and carefully turned to face Lisa, as if afraid of accidentally losing

the two .

"Oh! Daisy, shouldn't you be greeting your good friend?"

Daisy's saliva glistened in the light as she nodded, drawing an arc in the air.

"Alright... Daisy... May we tell our distinguished guest what

game ?"

Daisy slowly turned her body so her buttocks faced Lisa. Lisa could clearly see a vibrator inserted

into Daisy's anus and another into her vagina. Both vibrators

were vibrating incessantly in these two places, and the area around Daisy's vagina and extending down to her thighs was covered with a white,

foamy liquid. This liquid soaked through the upper edge of Daisy's stockings and seemed about to drip down.

"This is the dog's favorite game, 'Picking Up the South,' right, Daisy?"

Lisa could only see Daisy's buttocks swaying, but from the way they swayed, Daisy seemed to be nodding.

Unbeknownst to Lisa, the young man had already removed his tight pants and appeared before her. Lisa gasped when she saw

his enormous penis. He removed the vibrator that had been inserted into Daisy's two holes and placed it

aside. Lisa noticed Daisy's buttocks arched backward as the vibrator was withdrawn, and she made soft moaning sounds,

seemingly still wanting it.

"Daisy…Master is going to feed you a big hot dog as a reward, do you want it?"

Lisa, unwilling to be seduced any longer, struggled to her feet and moved with difficulty towards the study door. The

young man turned around, grasped Lisa's hand, and slipped a piece of paper into it.

"Noble lady, if there is anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate. I

will be at your service at any time," the man whispered in Lisa's ear.

Lisa staggered out of the study, her mind churning, the reawakened desire within her surging,

overwhelming her will.

Lisa drove frantically, her mind replaying Daisy's seductive allure and the young man's

virility. Lost in lewd thoughts, Lisa wished Far could be like that man.

Suddenly, it occurred to her that if Far were to emulate that man, she'd need some suitable

tools , but where could she find them?

"I could borrow from Daisy!" Lisa thought, reasoning Daisy wouldn't mind.

Turning around, Lisa drove back to Daisy's house. Excitedly, she picked out two red butterfly

masks. From the moment she entered Daisy's house until she left, Lisa could hear Daisy's plaintive

voice . Lisa desperately wanted to see what was happening during their lovemaking, why Daisy was making such wild, almost animalistic

noises. But she dared not, because Lisa knew she was in a state where she couldn't get out—not because the

strong man was preventing her, but because of Lisa herself.

The wait was long. Ever since Lisa borrowed things from Daisy's house, she had been eagerly anticipating Far's return

with the children . Lisa constantly imagined Far making love to her like that young man flirting with Daisy.

Lisa's body was constantly aroused, something that had never happened to her before.

On Sunday night, after settling the children into bed, Lisa entered the room, her body still aroused, filled with excitement

and anticipation.

"Darling, how about we try something different when we make love?" Lisa

asked .

"Why? Isn't it good to do it the usual way?" Far replied casually.

"Don't you think that adding a little variety now and then can enhance our relationship?" Lisa tried to persuade

Far.

"I don't think so, but if that's what you want, I can try to accommodate you," Far

said .

Lisa felt a little discouraged, but thinking that at least Far was willing to cooperate, she excitedly took out the two

borrowed masks and said, "Shall we wear these masks when we make love today?"

"I won't be able to see you that way, can we not wear them?" Far's face began to darken.

"Just try it!" Lisa pleaded.

"Okay." Far took the mask and roughly put it on.

Lisa put on the mask and excitedly got into bed. For this moment, Lisa deliberately didn't wear a bra

or panties that night, but only a thin gauze short underwear. This excited action of getting into bed immediately revealed her private parts

to Far.

Far was also immediately excited, and without any extra movements, he directly entered Lisa. Finally,

Lisa had spent the whole day on the verge of sexual craving. Although Far's actions made Sarah

a little uncomfortable at first, the pleasure that followed immediately overwhelmed these flaws, and Sarah couldn't help but

start to moan softly.

Lisa, gazing with pleasure at the masked Far, couldn't help but recall the muscular young man. Her body

reacted even more intensely, and her voice, mimicking Daisy's, gradually became more like a wild beast's lament. Just as

Lisa felt her body about to erupt like a volcano, she realized

the energy that was about to burst forth had vanished. Lisa hurriedly lifted her legs and clamped them around Far's waist, asking, "Hurry, darling?"

"I just can't face you with that mask on. That mask makes me feel like I'm

having sex ," Far said angrily, removing his mask.

"It's okay, just think of me as a cheap prostitute," Lisa said urgently.

"But you're my wife, and I just can't bear to see you as a prostitute," Far argued.

Lisa put her feet down and sat up angrily, staring at Far's limp penis.

"Does it matter who I am at a time like this?" Lisa questioned.

Far didn't say a word, turned around and lay down, refusing to face Lisa. Far felt that Lisa was utterly

unreasonable.

"We're over. I'm moving out right now," Lisa yelled, furious at Far's state

.

She angrily put on her work clothes for the next day, slammed the door, and stormed off in her car.

Far thought Lisa was just throwing a tantrum; it was the same as always. She might

stay at a nearby hotel for the night and come back after work the next day.

Alone in the hotel, Lisa cried, feeling utterly wronged. She couldn't understand

what was wrong with trying to improve her sexual relationship with Far. Why was Far so rigid? Didn't Far get tired of their unchanging marital

sex life after more than ten years? Even if Far didn't get tired, couldn't he at least

try to accommodate his wife a little? Lisa truly hated Farr. Farr had poured cold water on Lisa's most precious

moment of .

The next day, Lisa had no desire to go to work. Farr's actions only fueled Lisa's long-standing

resentment towards him, while adding fuel to the fire of her hard-won rekindled desire.

Lisa was tormented by anger and lust all day. At 6 o'clock, as Lisa began packing her things

to go back to her hotel, a black business card slipped onto her

desk as she picked up her handbag.

The card simply read Henry Emerson, followed by a phone number.

Lisa suddenly remembered that it was

the business card Lisa thought she had thrown it away, but she hadn't.

Lisa stared blankly at the card, then hesitantly reached for the phone and dialed Henry's number. The phone rang

, and just as Lisa was about to hang up, a voice answered, "Hello,"

"Henry?"

"Yes, it is, my noble lady."

"You remember me?" Lisa asked doubtfully.

"Your charm is unforgettable, my noble lady."

"I..." Lisa hesitated.

"Don't speak, madam, don't speak, listen to me, I can't forget you, even though we only

met , I really can't forget you." Henry said softly and slowly.

Lisa's anger towards Far intensified instantly, but the flames of desire within her burned even hotter.

Lisa couldn't help but recall Daisy's lustful eyes and body on Saturday night.

"Madam, I want to see you, if you'd like, I'll be at 7 pm tonight at..." Henry said, indicating

the place he wanted to meet Lisa.

"You don't need to answer me, I'll wait for you until you come." Henry said on the phone.

Lisa hung up the phone in a state of turmoil, struggling between going and not going.

(II)

Lisa had been sitting in the agreed-upon hotel room for quite some time when the door suddenly clicked.

Lisa stood up nervously, and a young, unfamiliar man carrying shopping bags entered the room.

He grabbed Lisa's hand, and she tried to speak, but...

"Shh... I'm Henry. You don't need to say anything. This is our first official meeting, and I hope you

can relax,"

Henry said softly, pointing a finger at Lisa's lips to signal her to be quiet.

Lisa felt the desire that had been extinguished by nervousness reignite in that instant.

She had no time to think, because Henry had already taken a cloth from the shopping bag and

blindfolded her. Lisa felt tense because she couldn't see, but this blindness also made her more sensitive and aroused.

Henry gently took Lisa's hands and tied them together with another long silk scarf. Lisa's mouth moved

but she didn't make a sound. Henry could feel Lisa's body trembling slightly. Henry pressed his body against Lisa's

and gently embraced her, his lips starting to kiss her forehead, slowly moving like a bird pecking at its prey, down to

her eyes, then her nose, then her cheeks, then her ears, then her neck.

In the darkness, Lisa let Henry tie her hands. Lisa wanted to stop this action that was beginning to frighten her,

but she didn't. Lisa was surprised that she felt a strong anticipation for what was to come. She

felt Henry's teasing from her face to her neck, and she was certain that she had made the right choice by not making a sound.

Lisa only felt Henry's constant teasing on her ears and neck, and then felt Henry's strong arms lift her

up around about once, then walk behind her and stop.

"I want to share some new experiences with you, are you willing?" Henry breathed into Lisa's ear.

Lisa nodded slightly, then felt Henry pull her hand up, hanging it somewhere.

Lisa felt Henry leave her side as if adjusting something, and she felt herself being

pulled until she was standing upright.

Lisa felt Henry return to her side, pulling on her skirt. Then

a cold object pressed against her thigh and slowly pushed upwards. She didn't know

what Henry was doing, but this novel stimulation began to overwhelm her brain. She suddenly wished that cold feeling could

continue, spreading throughout her entire body.

The cold object began to wriggle towards the inside of her thigh. Lisa suddenly felt that with each wriggling motion

, the constriction on her thigh lessened. She realized that Henry was using scissors to cut her tight skirt.

Lisa couldn't speak to stop it, because with each thrust of the scissors, she had to

gasp to balance her burning desire. She only wanted the scissors to quickly untie her legs.

Lisa had never known her lower abdomen was so sensitive; even the scissors' back gliding and wriggling through her

underwear caused her abdominal muscles to involuntarily spasm and contract inwards. Her legs were no longer bound, but

they remained tightly clamped together, twisting and turning in rhythm with the scissors' movement.

Henry knew perfectly well that Lisa was on the verge of climax; the only thing he didn't know was that…

How would a woman express her long-suppressed sexual desire? Undoubtedly, Henry was a master at handling

women. He possessed a keen eye for them, and heaven had endowed him with impressive natural gifts.

Henry made a living this way. His hand held scissors, slowly cutting the woman's skirt, slice by slice, observing

her reactions.

For Lisa, the sensitivity of her body was unprecedented. She desperately wanted Henry to finish

his work quickly and move on to the next stage, but Lisa also felt conflicted, hoping this feeling would

continue . She felt herself constantly teetering on the edge of orgasm, unable to

reach it smoothly. She enjoyed the feeling but also wanted to reach it quickly.

Suddenly, Lisa felt a chill on her buttocks. Then she felt Henry pulling up the hem of her shirt

, quickly cutting upwards without touching her body. In less than a second, Lisa felt her

chest exposed.

But then Lisa realized the scissors weren't pressing hard against her throat, slowly

dragging downwards. As the blade slid, Lisa inhaled deeply until it left her body. With each slit

, Lisa gasped repeatedly. Suddenly, she realized the blade was resting near her ribs; she knew it was time to

release her bound breasts.

The woman's bra was a C-cup, but her actual breast size was clearly a D-cup, Henry judged.

He wasn't unfamiliar with this situation, but what followed would require considerable skill.

Lisa felt a slight pain in her left breast, the pain of the blade rubbing against her skin. However,

this couldn't mask the fleeting pleasure of the blade tip touching her nipple. This slow progress was making

Lisa lose patience; she had been teetering on the edge for far too long, and she now

hoped the teasing would end quickly.

The entire process didn't take long. Just as Lisa felt both breasts

were , a sudden, biting sensation came from her nipples. She could no longer hold back and released the pent-up

climax she had been holding back for two days.

Henry noticed it too, because the woman's legs were tightly clamped together, her buttocks

trembling . Instead of the expected moans, she breathed heavily with her mouth tightly shut, her breasts thrusting repeatedly

towards Henry.

Lisa felt the climax come so suddenly; she didn't want to stop feeling it, and she tried to prolong it in the most effective way she

could . But Henry released her, and she finally

couldn't help but cry out, "No... please... don't suddenly ignore my feelings like my husband did...

oh..."

Lisa wailed in anguish, but then realized Henry had gripped her waist, and a

hot, foreign object was probing her vagina from between her thighs. She eagerly thrust her hips forward to meet the object's exploration.

"Oh... God!" Lisa let out an uncontrollable sigh the moment the object entered her.

Lisa's vagina was already thoroughly wet. She felt a tearing pain, but it couldn't compare to the numbing sensation of orgasm that traveled from her

vagina to her brain. All she wanted was Henry's relentless and continuous thrusting.

Lisa had never experienced being entered from behind with Farr before, and she had never imagined that being entered from

behind could make her unconsciously let out wild, animalistic moans. Henry lowered his body and lifted

Lisa's legs with both hands, so that Lisa was in a position where her legs were spread apart, one on each side, while her hands and

upper body were hanging above. Just as Lisa was about to protest, she realized that Henry's huge penis had entered her

vagina again.

Lisa went wild, using the strength of her hands and feet to move up and down on her own. Her

orgasms continued intermittently, each one more frenzied than the last. The unstoppable feeling made her

constantly want Henry's penis to explore deeper into the pleasure she hadn't yet discovered.

Lisa's eyes suddenly lit up; she was beginning to enjoy the pleasure of the darkness. However, this

didn't stop her from seeking a sustained orgasm. As her vision gradually returned, she began to look around.

The first thing she saw was a man embracing a woman's legs from behind.

The woman's white top, which was swaying up and down, was made of strips, revealing two not-so-small breasts. She could vaguely make out that her bra was positioned horizontally across

her breasts. Lisa realized with surprise that it was a mirror.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Lisa saw that her previously styled hair was now loose, her striped top

hung loosely on her body, swaying with her movements. Her breasts were pressed under her bra, which had been cut open but not completely severed, and her

areolas and nipples were swollen in a way she had never seen before. Her vulva was

being twisted and turned by a huge penis, the twisting force originating from her own movements.

Lisa examined her vulva more closely and noticed that the area around her penis was also covered in a white,

foamy liquid. This liquid flowed down to the bottom of her buttocks, seemingly about to drip down. Lisa

had no other thoughts in her mind; she just kept staring strangely at her own expression in the mirror. That expression was indescribably

seductive. Lisa compared herself to Daisy, whom she had seen that day, and felt that she was even more lewd than Daisy.

Henry felt that this woman's need for orgasm was astonishing. He knew that to conquer the woman in his arms, he would have to

exert all his strength, and after exerting all his strength, he was confident that he could get more from this woman than just

the money for sex. Thinking of this, Henry withdrew his penis, put the woman on the ground, untied her bound hands, picked her up,

and carried her back to the bed.

Lisa looked at Henry pressing down on her and felt only his gentleness. Her orgasm hadn't subsided, and

she knew Henry hadn't reached his climax yet. She felt Henry slowly entering her again. Just when she thought he had reached her very bottom,

a new wave of sensation surged from within her—a sensation she had never experienced before, yet one that

drove her wild with pleasure. This sensation came from a deeper part of what she thought was the bottom.

The strongest sensation was from that very depth, the very bottom. She now knew clearly that was her bottom,

because every time Henry penetrated, she felt a pounding sensation, not the collision of pubic bones, but a distinct

impact from the bottom. Each impact propelled her towards an even higher orgasm.

Lisa began gripping the pillow helplessly. Each thrust from Henry made Lisa feel as if her heart was about to burst.

It seemed to leap from her mouth, yet each retreat pulled her heart back, triggering

a tremor . The process between these two sensations was a comfortable friction that balanced their differences. This friction

satisfied Lisa, yet also left her feeling weak and tingling. She didn't know which sensation she desired more; she wanted all three

simultaneously , but she also knew that all three would drive her mad.

Henry knew the woman beneath him was nearing true madness. He used a slow, deep thrusting

technique, a method he usually used to arouse women.

He discovered so many unexplored parts of her body waiting to be conquered. As she began uttering meaningless, lewd moans, Henry

increased his speed, still using the deep, shallow thrusting technique.

Lisa was completely unaware that she was loudly moaning; she only felt the three sensations drawing closer, which

was exactly what she wanted. As the three sensations drew closer, Lisa's vision darkened. She tried to cooperate, attempting to

merge the three sensations, but the increasing darkness made her feel dizzy. Suddenly, everything went black before her eyes. At

the same moment, Lisa knew she had successfully merged three sensations—a wonderful one,

like colorful sparks of fireworks bursting before her eyes. Lisa felt a warm, blissful sensation throughout her body.

Henry thrust into the woman beneath him with incredible speed. He knew she had gotten what she wanted

. Her body was taut and straight, her head swaying unconsciously from side to side, her hands gripping the pillow tightly,

her mouth murmuring soft moans, while her vagina contracted and relaxed powerfully. Henry stopped thrusting, desperately resisting

the urge to ejaculate deep inside her.

Lisa clung tightly to Henry, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat. Henry, too, lay on

top of her, also panting. This was undoubtedly an extremely arduous test for Henry. To him, this woman

was different from other wanton women like Daisy; those women, in fact, were indiscriminate

in their choice of partners as long as someone could satisfy them. Henry waited until the woman beneath him slowly awoke before gently whispering in her ear, "Noble

lady , I still don't know your name."

"Lisa," Lisa said shyly.

"May I call you that, Lisa?" "

Of course."

Lisa was surprised that Henry's penis was still inside her, showing no signs of softening. She wanted to move, but

any movement immediately sent a wave of pleasure from deep within her that made her feel weak all over. She couldn't enjoy it now, but perhaps she could

later , Lisa thought greedily.

Henry began to move on Lisa again, but only gently rubbing against her deepest part. Lisa

was powerless to resist this pleasure that made her feel weak all over.

"No...no...Henry," Lisa said, "Let me...rest...for a bit."

Henry didn't stop his movements, continuing to rub against Lisa's clitoris. The more Henry rubbed, the more excited Lisa became,

and soon her desire was rekindled, and she began to respond to Henry's movements.

"Baby Lisa, can you do something for me?"

"What is it?"

"I want you to come on top of me," Henry said.

"Okay, but I don't know how!" "

It's okay, I'll show you how."

After saying that, Henry picked Lisa up and rolled her onto the bed, putting her on top of him.

"Now, you can try doing it yourself in the way that makes you feel most comfortable."

Lisa had no idea what would make her feel comfortable; she just lay on top of Henry and shook herself randomly.

"Does this feel good, baby?"

"I don't know, but I'm trying."

"You can try squatting, and then start by shallowly inserting and withdrawing my glans."

Lisa got up and tried it. For a woman trying this for the first time, Lisa undoubtedly mastered

the knack quickly. Although it was a bit strenuous, Lisa found that she could enjoy the stimulation of the edge of the glans scraping against her

labia . Henry held Lisa's breasts for support and to control her strength.

Although she felt pain at the entrance of her vagina, Lisa couldn't resist this full and complete

pleasure . She looked down at her vulva and found that it was swollen, and her labia majora and minora were swollen

like two pairs of leeches side by side. As she let Henry's glans in and out, it twisted inward or outward. Every time

she let Henry's penis completely withdraw from her vulva, it would bring out a lot of foamy fluid that

slowly flowed down the penis to the base.

Lisa was enjoying her pleasure. As the pleasure increased, she gradually increased

the depth . Henry gestured for Lisa to turn her back to him. Lisa obediently turned around, but instead of

supporting herself on her knees, she continued her game of pleasure.

The pleasure intensified rapidly, and Lisa quickly began to mimic Henry's full penetration to cope with her

impending climax. However, she found that her depth wasn't enough to satisfy Henry, especially in this position with her back

to him. Lisa began to try various methods to get Henry fully inside her. She discovered that when Henry

reached her deepest point, simply circling her waist almost allowed him to be completely

inside her. Although this circling made Lisa feel weak all over, it seemed to

satisfy her desire even more completely.

For Henry, Lisa's desire seemed insatiable, but on the other hand,

how pleasant it was to meet a worthy opponent!

Henry decided that regardless of whether he hurt this woman, he would conquer her once and for all. Henry got up and made the woman

kneel, then began to apply the techniques one by one to Lisa, from the nine shallow thrusts to the deep thrusts. He watched

Lisa go from conscious moaning to frenzied screaming, until she collapsed limply on the bed, convulsing.

For Lisa, it felt like being swept away by the ocean, only knowing that countless orgasms of varying

degrees washed over her wave after wave.

When the two woke up the next morning, it was almost 9 a.m.

Lisa jumped up nervously, ready to go to work, only to realize her clothes were all

torn to shreds. She then remembered the night's debauchery and slumped onto the edge of the bed, unsure what to do.

"Lisa, my darling, I prepared some gifts for you when I came. Why don't you open them now?"

Henry whispered in Lisa's ear as he sat up.

"Oh! Thank you," Lisa said, wondering what it was.

Opening the shopping bag Henry had brought the night before, Lisa saw a silk trench coat, a set of

black lingerie, black sheer stockings, and black high heels. Lisa hurriedly tried to change, only to realize

that the bra was the same type she had seen Daisy wear, just a different color. The panties were transparent, but

only had two thin strings at the vital areas, with no fabric in between. Lisa looked at Henry as she spoke.

"I want you to put these on for me as a keepsake," Henry said, coming to Lisa's side and

beginning to help her change.

When Lisa finished changing, she saw herself in the mirror. Her breasts were covered by a black bra, but

a third of them, along with the areolas and nipples, struggled to push out from the bra opening. The nipples were naturally swollen

and erect. She wore sheer stockings over her panties, and her genitals were clearly exposed at the pantyhose opening

. The two straps connecting the front and back of the fabric were deeply embedded on either side of her swollen vulva. Her labia majora and minora were still

swollen and prominent, like two pairs of leeches side by side, just as she had seen them the night before.

Henry picked up a silk trench coat and helped Lisa put it on. Lisa realized that the coat was not thick enough to completely conceal

the shape of her breasts and her prominent nipples.

"For me, darling,"

Henry said tentatively, noticing Lisa's hesitation. He knew this was

the best way to test whether he had completely conquered this woman.

Lisa nodded dazedly and went to work.

Lisa spent the entire day in a state of fear and excitement. She was afraid others would see her exposed nipples, afraid her

trench coat would be accidentally blown open by the wind or a table corner, revealing her genitals, and even more afraid that others would discover she

was still sexually aroused. Lisa knew she was aroused because when no one was around, she had tried to

masturbate by touching her leeches, but it didn't achieve the desired effect; she felt an unbearable stinging pain.

After work, Lisa returned to the hotel where she had been having a wild night, but Henry had already left. Unable to find him

, Lisa hurried home. Before Farr returned, Lisa took a few clothes and some

important documents and items and left.

Postscript:

Three months later, at Lisa's insistence, Farr finally signed the divorce papers.

Six months later, Lisa was swindled out of half of her savings by Henry. This was only saved because Daisy, knowing Lisa's situation,

insisted that Lisa not give all her savings to Henry.

Henry was later charged with fraud, but it was too late, as the money had already been spent.

Lisa didn't regret leaving Farr; on the contrary, she was grateful for the intense experiences Henry had given her. Afterward

, Lisa frequented singles bars, but now she fully understood how to choose what she wanted.

[The End]

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