[Belle's Wife's Passionate Release] (Complete)

(I)

My relationship with my mother wasn't very good, so since marrying Ray, I've rarely returned to our old house, only visiting her when

necessary . I never imagined she would leave this house to me when she passed away. I

discussed it with Ray, and he suggested I sell the house to raise cash, which I agreed to. Otherwise, we'd have to pay a

considerable amount for repairs every year. Ray wouldn't care about that with his income, but it would still be an unnecessary

expense.

Today, I arranged to meet Jack here at 2 PM to discuss the details of the house sale contract, but he hasn't arrived yet.

This old house holds so many memories for me, the most prominent being the repressed memories left by my mother

's strict discipline from childhood. Actually, her discipline was effective on the surface, but she couldn't control my inner thoughts.

This is my old bedroom, filled with many sweet memories—memories my mother

doesn't know. And these memories took place in the bathroom within my bedroom. My mother always wondered why I

liked taking baths so much. She didn't know that while bathing, I could fully immerse myself in my fantasies of sex

and, with the help of my fingers, reach the orgasms I had in my youth.

Oh! I found myself wanting to take a shower again.

Slowly, I took off my clothes and stood in front of the mirror on my dressing table, just like before. My figure had

n't changed much since Lei and I had a six-year-old daughter; on the contrary, I should now

exude the beauty of a mature woman.

Oh! My shoulders! I gently and slowly unhooked my strapless bra. Watching

the bra hanging in front of my full breasts, not slipping down despite being freed, I felt proud and honored.

My fingers slowly slid from my shoulders over my breasts and nipples, relentlessly letting the bra slide to the ground. Slowly,

my hands moved from my shoulders to my breasts and then to my nipples, constantly circling and sliding back and forth. Of course, I would pause briefly on

my breasts , perhaps pinching, perhaps kneading, but I knew this wouldn't satisfy my desire.

I continued with my next move, sliding my hand down to my lower abdomen and carefully, gently tracing my

sensitive areas. This was the room where I grew up, but I had never done this in this room before, because

there was always a pair of stern eyes watching me from behind. Those stern eyes were gone now, and I could

enjoy this pleasurable moment in peace. Oh! My hand lingered on my clitoris, tracing back and forth.

How pleasant!

I felt restless all over; it was time to take care of myself in the bathroom. Gently, I pulled down

my panties and excitedly headed for the bathroom.

The cold water soaked my hair and splashed onto my burning body, but I knew the fire within me

was burning even hotter. I heard Jack enter the room, which intensified the fire within me.

My hands and fingers wouldn't miss any of my sensitive spots, because they knew what those spots

needed!

Jack was walking towards my room. I knew he knew I was waiting for him. He entered

the room and stood in the doorway of the bathroom, which I hadn't closed, looking at my

body . I didn't know what he was thinking, but being exposed in front of a stranger made my desire uncontrollable. I could only

take it a step further and satisfy myself with my fingers, but I wouldn't turn around and let Jack know I knew he was

there, because this was making me incredibly excited.

My fingers finally finished what they were supposed to do, and I heard Jack leave the room. I

dried my body, still trembling from the orgasm, and put on my clothes. Looking in the mirror, I saw my flushed skin,

still , looking so alluring. I knew Jack would be attracted to me.

My mother's house finally sold for a good price; the buyer was Jack. I told Jack I would

clean up the clutter as quickly as possible, but Jack didn't seem to care much, because

the clutter in the rooms wouldn't bother him for the time being.

I knew Jack actually hoped to see me perform again, and of course, I wouldn't object

; it would be just as pleasurable for me.

I've spoken with Ray, and I'll be spending my afternoons each month for the next few months tidying up my mother's old house, sorting out unnecessary

things. Partly, this is to be responsible to the buyer; partly, there might be

items ; and partly, I won't let Ray know that that pleasant afternoon was truly unforgettable.

(II)

Jack is a psychologist. While I was tidying up, he mostly stayed in the

consultation room, which had been converted from the downstairs living room. Each time I finished tidying up, I would take a shower, a shower that brought me pleasure. The only thing that bothered me was that Jack, being a polite gentleman, didn't appreciate my performance

again . 　　That day, Jack invited me to afternoon tea in the consultation room downstairs. Jack's cooking skills were truly impressive, and we had a very pleasant chat. Jack is a witty and multi-talented man, and he told me many interesting cases he encountered during his consultations. Of course, he referred to the protagonists in these cases as Mr. or Ms. So-and-so. 　　As afternoon tea was ending, Jack suggested he could temporarily act as my therapist, as he had noticed some of my behavior. He told me that my case intrigued him, and therefore, he assured me not to worry about the consultation fee, as it would be a valuable learning experience for him. 　　He was very persuasive, and we agreed that he would conduct my initial consultation during afternoon tea the following day. When I got home, I didn't tell Ray about my new therapist. That night, during sex with Ray, I kept thinking about Jack and the upcoming consultation, which excited me greatly. This that I had experienced three orgasms. 　　It was a very relaxed consultation; we chatted about everything under the sun. Finally, Jack suggested that I let him know my sexual fantasies, saying it was crucial to our consultation process. I felt that, being fair, Jack should also tell me his sexual fantasies, and he agreed wholeheartedly. At the end of today's consultation, Jack scheduled my appointments for Monday and Thursday afternoons. I look forward to the next session.

Jack's treatment was effective. In the time leading up to Monday, I became more patient

with my little daughter, who was in kindergarten. I dug out my cello, which I hadn't played in years, and tried to start

practicing . I also began to recall the little things my mother did when she was gardening.

Monday afternoon was the first formal session.

Throughout the session, Jack and I talked about our sexual fantasies from our first meeting.

As , my body faithfully responded with the excitement that followed.

As I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of excitement, Jack also began to tell me all his sexual fantasies

when . I listened, somewhat mesmerized

. Then I felt his voice slowly and softly whispering in my ear, as if he were truly thrusting into me. His hand gently caressed my thigh

; it was a very comfortable feeling. I knew that a certain part of me was beginning to become wet

, and I longed for his next move.

However, when his hand touched my most sensitive spot, I suddenly became very clear-headed and rational.

I pushed his hand away and told him that our verbal agreement did not include actual contact.

A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he still acknowledged that our agreement was valid.

We ended this session, and as I left, I confirmed with him whether his next appointment time was correct.

His eyes lit up again with confirmation.

(III)

In subsequent sessions, he strictly adhered to our

agreement .

In fact, this was no longer enough to satisfy my further needs, and I began to find the sessions tedious

and unnecessary to continue.

On Thursday morning, I called him to tell him that I wanted to stop the sessions. He didn't say anything,

but asked me to complete my last session so that he could make a final summary. I didn't agree

, but told him I could write down my sexual fantasies on a piece of paper and give it to him. He agreed to give me his sexual fantasies in

the same way.

At noon, I drove to his place and we exchanged our sexual fantasies. On the way home, I opened his

note, and suddenly my gradually dormant body stirred again, and I felt an unprecedented excitement.

His note read:

"I fantasize that you are a prostitute on the street, and I am the client who enjoys a one-night stand."

He hit me where it hurt, because what I wrote was:

"I wish I were a scantily clad prostitute, serving clients like you."

I couldn't help but squeeze my long legs together, feeling an unprecedented wetness. On the country

road driving home, the car shook from the bumpy road, making me want to climb to

the peak of excitement with each vibration. I involuntarily twisted my legs with this desire, wanting to rub my lips together,

wanting to fulfill my desire to reach the peak, but I failed. These actions only made me

fall deeper into the abyss of desire. I knew that only thunder could bring me back to calm at this moment.

I turned the car around and drove towards Ray's office. I hoped Ray could have lunch with me and

chat ; that was what I needed most right now. I inadvertently saw a sex shop by the roadside, its window displaying

many alluring lingerie items. I could no longer resist the urges of my mind and body. I bought a set of lingerie and stockings that

looked like only the lowest-class prostitutes would wear.

I still hoped Ray could rescue me at this moment, but I failed again. Ray was only focused

on his work at the office; he bluntly told me he couldn't have lunch with me.

I couldn't resist changing into the lingerie and stockings in Ray's company restroom. Outside, I

only wore my long coat. While tidying up my clothes in the restroom, I discovered that

a certain part of my original underwear was already soaked.

I made a phone call from the roadside to Jack, telling him I wanted to cancel my decision to end the treatment. Jack told me he was

happy to continue serving me. While I was on the phone, my body kept reflecting its desire.

Jack, on the other end of the phone, suggested I take action to complete this consultation. I told him I'd bought

a prostitute's outfit and was already wearing it.

"I mean, you should actually become a prostitute, go to the streets of the red-light district and stand

with ," he explained.

"I'll pretend to be a client and pick you up."

"Completing this consultation will have unusual significance for both of us."

I accepted his suggestion, parked the car in a parking lot near the red-light district, and stood with the

streetwalkers . Most of them were dressed like I was, but unlike me

, they weren't completely covered by trench coats; instead, they were open.

I decided to do the same and open my trench coat, only to discover that my underwear was semi-transparent.

This was clearly bolder than theirs. I felt excited but also a little flustered; I was afraid my

wetness would overflow and be seen.

My worries were unnecessary, because my sheer panties were already wet before I even opened my trench coat.

Watching the passing cars and the expressions on the drivers' faces as they saw me, the deep-seated itching

was unbearable. I squeezed my legs together and twisted them back and forth, which provided some relief, but

only intensified the urge.

Just as I couldn't take it anymore, Jack's car pulled up beside me. I eagerly got in,

but deep down, I felt a pang of reluctance.

Jack remained parked on the side of the street, but without a second thought, he slipped his hand between my legs.

I knew he felt my wetness, but I still refused.

"I'll give you 50 pounds. You're mine now," Jack said seriously.

"...Why not? It's money anyway." I couldn't resist the novel thrill and responded

.

"Where to?" he asked.

"My car's in the parking lot nearby." Jack quickly drove into the parking lot and parked next to my car.

He didn't say anything more, but simply reclined our seats, pounced on me, and

pushed me towards the back seat.

Before I could even react, his body was already between my legs, kissing my

breasts and nipples. The thin veil seemed nonexistent to him; it was a pleasure of finally

being .

Although this pleasure couldn't truly solve my thirst, he didn't keep me waiting

long . He quickly pulled down his trousers and entered me without hesitation.

God! This was the real solution to my thirst. Pleasure and orgasm quickly overwhelmed me.

Perhaps it was the thrill of the affair.

Perhaps it was because we were making love in a place where everyone could see us.

Or perhaps it was the sudden release of the pent-up desire that had been suppressed since this morning.

More likely, the previous medical examination had made him aware of all my most sensitive and vulnerable parts.

I didn't want to know any of that. In short, under his frenzied assault, my body suddenly became several times more sensitive than

usual . I couldn't stop wave after wave of orgasms, and I didn't want to stop.

Like a harlot, I craved the greatest pleasure he could give me; that was what I had to do now

.

I don't know how many times Jack and I did it, nor can I calculate how many orgasms I had, but when I came to my senses,

it was already 5:30 PM, and I had missed picking up my child from school.

Without thinking, I got into my car and drove home, knowing that

if the school couldn't reach me, they would send Ray to pick up the child.

When I got home, Ray had already settled the child in. The child was eating snacks and happily greeting me

. I clutched my coat tightly, afraid Ray would notice something amiss, and greeted the child while heading upstairs

to quickly wash off the remaining filth. When I was halfway up the stairs, Ray caught up with

me and demanded, "Where have you been? Why did you miss picking up the child?"

"I went shopping and forgot the time."

"What did you buy?" Ray pressed.

"I think you'll like these."

I opened my trench coat, revealing my lewd attire. My heart was pounding. I knew I was taking a risk

because Jack's semen was still on me, and my underwear had

dried crystals. If Ray were observant, he would have noticed these with just a glance.

"I don't like it. Please don't forget the time next time."

Ray just glanced at me dismissively and turned to take care of the baby.

I quickly went upstairs and took a shower, not even cleaning off the remnants of Jack deep inside me before rushing

to prepare dinner.

(IV)

That experience led to Jack's treatment of me becoming a practical clinical trial. Of course, I

wouldn't rule out having a real experience after sharing my sexual fantasies.

However, these treatments were still limited to Mondays and Thursdays. Jack was truly a good

doctor; he could completely turn all my fantasies into real experiences.

I found myself becoming increasingly dependent on him sexually. I often wanted to have a big battle with Jack after being with Lei Yan

, but I had to endure it until the treatment.

It was around 1 a.m. that weekend night. I had just finished making love with Ray and was lying in bed unable to sleep, while Ray

was already fast asleep. I really wanted to wake Ray up and have another round with him, but I knew that would backfire.

Suddenly, the phone downstairs rang. I got up and ran to answer it. I don't know why I did

that , but I had a feeling it was Jack calling. I answered the phone.

"Hello," I answered softly.

"Did you just make love with Ray?"

"Yes." I looked upstairs nervously, afraid that Ray would wake up.

"I've prepared some extra treatments for you. Would you like to come for a clinical session?"

"Now?" I realized I was getting aroused again.

"Yes, the timing for this clinical session is perfect."

"Hmm... I'll be right there." I hesitated, but my body was protesting my hesitation.

I was only wearing the thin, knee-length nightgown I had worn to bed, with a trench coat over my shoulders, carefully trying not to make

a sound , and got in the car to drive to Jack's clinic.

Jack was waiting for me in the examination room. As soon as I arrived, he took off his trench coat and led me to the balcony of the examination room

. The balcony faced the road. Although it was a country villa, there were still neighbors around, and

cars often passed by on the road.

I felt very excited, but Jack took out the stockings I had left there last time from the pocket of his robe and tied my

hands together.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes... this is what I want." I answered eagerly, my wanton body involuntarily becoming

very wet.

"Can I hang you here?"

"Yes... please... no, I mean please hang me up." I involuntarily began to feel

an orgasm .

"Lang me like this?"

"Yes... yes... please whip me, torture me." My brain responded uncontrollably.

"Then, say you love me."

"Ah! What kind of question is this?" I began to slowly calm down and think.

"No, I don't love you, I love my husband." I responded weakly.

"No, you should say you love me, otherwise I'll just have to keep you hanging like this." Jack's eyes blazed with

fury.

"Apart from that, I'll do whatever you say. Now, please continue!"

I pleaded, the excitement rising within me.

"Belle!" Ray's voice came from the doorway.

"Look, your wife is begging me to sleep with her." Jack's eyes blazed with wicked rudeness

.

"Belle?" Ray's eyes were filled with questioning yet also with rage.

Jack launched a sudden attack while Ray wasn't paying attention. Ray fought back fiercely, but although Ray was tall

, he was no match for Jack's muscular build. Soon, Ray was knocked to the ground and couldn't get up.

Watching these two men fighting for me, I found myself involuntarily experiencing an orgasm.

Jack came over and untied me from the hook while I was still climaxing. He dragged me awkwardly to

the wall facing Ray and hung me up again, continuing to question me.

"Say it, you love me."

Seeing Ray lying helplessly on the ground, his eyes filled with helpless anger, I found myself experiencing wave after wave of

climax , my body trembling, but my mind was incredibly clear.

"No, I don't love you, I love Ray." I stared into Ray's eyes and said firmly.

"But you just begged me to have sex with you."

"That's different. That was lust." I looked at Jack and said.

Jack looked at me, his eyes full of incomprehension and confusion.

Suddenly, Jack collapsed. I saw Ray behind Jack, holding a heavy ashtray.

Ray didn't say anything, just put me down, untied my stockings, and brought my trench coat

to help me put it on.

I looked into Ray's eyes, seeking his opinion. Ray nodded and helped me lift Jack onto

the sofa .

"Jack, I'm sorry. No matter what happened between us, I love my husband, I love

him deeply. I hope you understand that nothing you've done changes that fact."

After saying that, Ray and I drove home.

Postscript:

Ray didn't divorce me. He loved me just as much as before. This whole incident didn't change our

relationship.

Of course, Ray's performance in bed was much better than before.

Ah! I almost played a wrong note. This was a small concert I had with some friends at home, and Ray was watching with admiration from

afar appreciating the results of my hard practice.

The cello strings resting on my lap vibrated, sending vibrations deep into my body. Oh dear, I

'm getting wet again, but it's okay; although I didn't continue with Jack's treatment, Jack's treatment

really taught me a lot, including how to find ways to satisfy my desires outside of my husband.

[The End]

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