【Conquering a Newlywed Woman (Personal Memoir)】(4)

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Nude chat, the nude chat I'd been looking forward to for ages... Sorry, she didn't agree. Even though I begged her in every way,

she just wouldn't agree, saying she was afraid I'd secretly film her. But her guess was right; I even installed recording software

. A few times when she wouldn't agree, I almost threatened her with photos again, but I held back

because I felt that she had relaxed her guard a lot by now. Threatening her would ruin

the "good relationship" we'd built. Sigh, I'm so shameless. Although she often showed me stockings,

she always covered her upper body completely. Sometimes I would ask her helplessly, "

Aren't you hot covered up like that?" By this time, she was practically talking to me about everything and would tease me in return, making me see but

not touch. Hehe, how could I give up such a great cause as nudity? So, my roundabout tactics

started .

First, I'd use the excuse of helping her decide what to wear the next day, having her try on formal clothes for me to see, or

suggesting combinations. Since it's summer, I especially insist she wear various kinds of stockings to match her outfits.

Every time I watch her slowly and deliberately slip her little feet into the stockings, then gradually stretch out her long legs, I get so excited I

jump around in front of the computer. At first, she'd hide out of the camera's view, only returning after she'd put on the stockings

. Of course, I wouldn't express my dissatisfaction right away; instead

, I'd shower her with compliments like, "Great, the stocking color is good," "Beautiful, your legs are so straight," and "I could hug and play with those long legs all day." She

gradually became more outgoing, and then, when she was about to leave to put on her stockings and change clothes, I'd "suddenly" send a QQ

message with a shake to remind her that the hem of her dress seemed crooked, and the stockings and clothes didn't match. She'd suddenly forgotten about it because of my reply and

casually asked me what color would be better. I had her wear only one color, then another color or

style, and keep changing it for me to see the effect. After a while, she stopped changing stockings away from the camera.

Changing stockings was just the first step in changing clothes; next came skirts, trousers, hot pants… Maybe it's because I often had

her show off her long legs in front of the camera, so changing her lower body clothes made her

less . When she showed her panties, I almost had a nosebleed. Sometimes I wondered

why watching my wife change clothes didn't give me the same thrill, but seeing her made me sexually aroused. It was at this point that I began

to understand what she meant when she said that her husband touching her didn't feel anything, but her "boss" touching her was incredibly arousing.

Speaking of panties, I noticed that although she married a playful husband and

was quite promiscuous herself, she usually wore relatively conservative underwear. Unlike in erotic novels where women wear lace panties or thongs all the time,

she mostly wore cotton underwear, saying it was comfortable. I chuckled and texted her, asking if cotton

absorbent fabric more effective at absorbing vaginal fluid when she was aroused. She, of course, gave me a good scolding. One time

was particularly amusing. She was going to visit her husband (who worked in a nearby small city),

and that evening asked me what to wear the next day. I asked if she had any denim shorts. She quickly found some.

Having just showered, she was wearing what I assumed was her husband's oversized t-shirt, with her underwear mostly

covered by the t-shirt. We chatted like that, and she pulled out hot pants and put them on. After putting them on, she twirled around, lifting

the hem and asked me what I thought. In my mind, I was thrilled, especially

with the slight glimpse of her underwear peeking out from under the hot pants—it was incredibly alluring. Those short hot pants clearly showed she

was a slut. However, in my text, I pointed out this indecent aspect, so I said she

should wear a thong underneath. She hesitated and said she didn't have any. I sneered and immediately found

a wearing an open-crotch thong and sent it to her. She said in a panic that her husband had torn the panties and thrown them away.

I felt a surge of anger, imagining her wearing a thong with her husband's penis inside her

wet, hot pussy through the crotch opening, and I felt incredibly annoyed. She walked away from the camera, and I could hear her rummaging through

drawers . She quickly returned to the camera, holding two pairs of pantyhose, asking me which outfit looked better, and then asking

if I wanted to go pantyhose-free. I was holding my breath as I typed, telling her that with pantyhose,

it didn't matter whether I wore pantyhose or not. She nodded and took off her hot pants, revealing

half of . She suddenly realized she hadn't moved away and screamed as she ran to the side. I cursed my bad luck. She returned to the camera only after putting on her black

pantyhose and hot pants again. Although her belly button was faintly visible through her t-shirt

, which would normally make me happy, I was now completely uninterested. For the first time, I

listlessly closed QQ. Unexpectedly, she sent me a text message for the first time, asking if I was angry because I hadn't

seen her exposed nipples. I quickly typed a lot of affectionate messages back, such as, "I really want to see your genitals

because I feel like I'm losing myself in love with you," and then I consciously told her,

"I get very excited when I see your exposed nipples. Every night I think about them and masturbate before I can fall asleep.

It's because I love you that I don't want to use those photos to blackmail you." I suppressed the goosebumps and quickly

sent her these cheesy words. Since it wasn't a video call, I couldn't see her direct reaction, and I secretly regretted it.

Because of the character limit, I kept sending messages, but she didn't reply. Just

when , she suddenly replied, asking me to log back on QQ. I knew there was hope.

I logged back into QQ, and she was wrapped in a blanket. I was puzzled and didn't dare to speak first. She waited

a moment , then spoke into her headset microphone, asking, "Let me see today, but don't do it again." I remained silent. She

stepped back and suddenly pulled the blanket away. I was instantly stunned.

Naked? Sorry, no, you guessed wrong. She was still wearing a t-shirt, but she had changed into her own. The real

surprise was her lower body. As I mentioned earlier, she showed me two pairs of pantyhose, one of which was flesh-colored, and

she was wearing it now. However, she wasn't wearing anything underneath; there were no underwear visible.

A clearly combed. Because it was neatly held tightly against her body by the pantyhose,

and due to the flesh-colored stockings and the camera, it gave the impression that she was completely naked from the waist down. It happened

so suddenly that I didn't turn on the recording software. By the time I came to my senses, she had already wrapped the blanket back up.

I quickly typed a message asking her to show it to me again, but she just laughed and shook her head, refusing to budge. Then she asked

me how the "material" I'd gathered for masturbation that day was. I typed back, using very affectionate words to scold her, "You're so cute,

so naughty, I'll be hopelessly addicted to you." She kept laughing, and I could see she was squeezing her thighs together again

. I was 100% sure her little pussy was soaking wet, but I was satisfied. Tonight's nudity (or rather,

semi-nudity) was the best start to my grand plan of nude chatting.

The next day she was going to her husband's place, and I could only endure the loneliness with a mix of jealousy and helplessness. My wife had gone back to

her parents' house these past few days, making the house feel even more desolate. I lay in bed fantasizing that I was her husband, seeing her all

dressed but completely naked coming to see me. I imagined pinning her down

on the desk, tearing open her pantyhose, and shoving my rock-hard cock into her barely-there pussy.

While I was fucking her, I'd bite her stockinged feet, wondering if they'd smell...

That night, I masturbated a record four times before finally falling asleep, my vision blurring. Just

as I was getting ready to get her pantyhose off, she started backing down. Not only did she stop chatting with me in revealing clothes, but she was actually

wearing her husband's big underwear! Holy crap, are you kidding me? I guess her actions showed she felt

she'd lost control that night, using this gesture to tell me, "Heh heh heh, I'm not pursuing you,

I just want to fuck you." I grabbed all the fashion magazines my wife usually read and started

spouting nonsense about them, exaggerating until she gradually opened up. Her baggy shorts disappeared after a few days,

hahaha…

As for the battle with the "boss," I didn't give up. After all, it offered opportunities for direct physical contact, so

how could I let it go? But constantly working overtime wasn't a solution. I noticed my

subordinates were increasingly dissatisfied with me, and I couldn't afford to ruin my job. I was still rational; without overtime, I wouldn't

have the chance to take her home alone. I started thinking about how to take her on business trips, but there were too many things to do. Seeing

this vibrant, sexy woman constantly in front of me, yet unable to penetrate her, was driving me crazy.

My temper flared, but to show how special I was to her, I vented my anger on others

. Eventually, whenever I yelled at someone, her face would turn red, and I wondered what she was thinking. I

wouldn't give up on those ambiguous opportunities either. Once, I noticed her stockings had a small tear, and

her snow-white thighs peeked out from the tiny black hole, which was quite striking. So,

when no one was looking, I deliberately struck up a long conversation with her, ending with, "Your stockings are torn.

" She was leaning against her desk, and because she was standing, I couldn't see the tear. I didn't even notice it then; I only

noticed it after my predatory gaze kept lingering on her. Seeing her

blush when I pointed it out made me feel quite smug. That night on QQ, she said that her boss must have been watching her

for a long time, otherwise, he wouldn't have noticed the tear while standing. I bluntly asked her if

she felt any aroused when her boss pointed it out. She then started twisting her body and said that she hadn't at all. I asked her

to slowly tear the stockings with her fingers, and she laughed and did as I said. I saw the tight black stockings clinging to her long

legs , torn with large holes under her slender fingers. Her long, shapely legs

seemed to glow against the black backdrop. I picked up the webcam and pointed it at my throbbing penis, spraying all my semen

onto . Seeing my frenzied actions, she laughed lewdly. Seeing her stockings were all tattered, I

suggested a nude video chat again, but she refused.

The next day, I specially found a pair of brown stockings my wife hadn't worn, intending to give them to her sometime.

Since it was summer, the midday sun was very strong for two hours,

and many people chose to take a nap in their offices. I also stayed in my office, one of those two-person rooms. She and

the others from her department had temporarily set up a table in the lobby outside my office. While

the other person in the office went home for lunch and rest, and it was quiet outside, I called her in. We

rambled on for a while, and then I took out the stockings and placed them on the table, saying in a very affectionate and cheesy way, "I noticed your

stockings were torn yesterday, so I bought these for you." She blushed instantly but neither refused nor accepted them. My heart

was pounding, and I tried my best to appear indifferent. If she accepted, I felt we could

continue our ambiguous relationship; if she refused, everything would be over. She kept her head down, staring at the stockings on the table without saying a word.

I spoke in a trembling voice—literally trembling. I had never done anything so bad before,

and that day I realized that doing bad things also required a lot of courage (isn't that obvious...).

Finally she pushed the stockings back. I felt dizzy, because I was sitting, and my legs felt weak

and powerless. She said she couldn't accept my gift; her husband would talk about it. I was so angry! You slut,

you've already accepted countless pairs of sexy stockings I sent you, and now you're pretending to be chaste in front of your boss! Damn it!!

At that moment, I only remember being speechless, furious, and after being rejected so many times during our nude chat,

I started to feel annoyed. Looking at the stockings, I felt embarrassed

. Just then, I sighed dramatically, feigning sadness, and pulled the stockings back. I said very softly, but loudly enough for her to hear, "I bought these stockings a while ago,

originally as a gift for my wife, but I saw her embracing someone else outside. Hahaha, I

'm a genius, or maybe I'm just incredibly lucky." Women, their innate maternal instincts and gossipy nature can be deadly.

Hearing my words, she, who was about to leave, immediately turned back and sat down, starting to comfort me. I shamelessly

pretended to be heartbroken, resting my hand on my forehead, but my eyes were fixed on her beautiful legs in stockings. I began to

tell her about all the unhappiness my wife and I had experienced in our marriage, portraying myself as a failure in the relationship. I would occasionally recount

how loved my wife but was ruthlessly trampled on by her, and finally, I deliberately leaned my upper body on

the table, hiding my face in the crook of my arm. I forced myself to yawn several times. People

yawn , and yawning stimulates my tear ducts, causing me

to tear up easily. She saw me crying and seemed flustered, unsure what to do. I wanted her to see me...

After the tears, I lowered my head again, resting my head on my arms. Suddenly, my other hand went down and pressed against her firm, elastic thigh

. She was startled, but didn't pull my hand away. She had witnessed my

wife and I arguing in the neighborhood once, and knowing my wife's infidelity and her rudeness towards me, she felt very sorry for me.

I asked her what to do, and then told her I wanted a divorce. Finally, feeling I'd done enough

, I deliberately avoided looking at her and told her in a very affectionate tone that I had fallen in love with someone at work, and was crazy about

him . That night, she told me on QQ that she was extremely embarrassed and completely shocked, but

couldn't resist the vanity of being "secretly admired." Before leaving, she took my stockings, comforted me a few more times, and

told me to cheer up and wear them for her the next day.

That evening, during our chat, she quickly poured out her story about the day. Of course, I had to act all jealous and furious

. While I was already making my move in real life, I couldn't let myself fall behind in the virtual world. I shamelessly accused her of falling for

that boss, saying I'd distribute all her photos as revenge on her and him. She was

terrified by my sudden outburst and kept begging me not to do it, repeatedly stating that she had no feelings for the boss. I

scolded her, telling her that she was seeing the boss to solve her sexual frigidity, not to invest her emotions in him. While I was scolding her

, I felt incredibly satisfied, like I was her real husband, hahaha. I brought up the excuse of nude video chat again, and

finally she agreed, taking off her big t-shirt that she wore at home. Before taking it off, she dodged the camera again; I

knew she was going to put on a bra. At home, she usually only wears t-shirts, with nothing underneath, and I've seen her

hard, protruding nipples several times. Seeing a beautiful newlywed woman, her smooth, delicate body naked, wearing only a thin, half

-cup bra and tight panties, the satisfaction I felt

was indescribable. I don't quite remember what we talked about during our first nude chat. She kept her arms crossed over her chest,

covering much of her body. I didn't dare to push my luck, didn't dare to go too far during our first nude encounter. To soothe

her, I still said many gentle compliments: "Your breasts are perfect, so round and perky."

"Are your breasts so big, natural or did your husband make them bigger?" "If you were here with me now, I

would definitely lick your still pink nipples until they were hard and red." "My hands probably couldn't even cover

your entire breast. You are truly my goddess, the goddess of breasts."... I could hear her breathing

become , and her hands would sometimes lower and sometimes lift them. These movements made her breasts bounce up and down, so much so

that the next day, I felt like there were bright white, spherical objects moving in front of my eyes. Many people would say, "Since you're still using photos to blackmail her anyway,

why not just do it this way from the beginning? You come full circle and still end up using the most direct method." Looking back now, I think

at that time, my feelings for her probably went beyond just physical desire. I wanted to truly connect with her and win her over as a married woman. Sigh,

I realize I'm getting a little too involved…

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