The tacit understanding between husband and wife

With each rise and fall of my body, I let out obscene

moans: "Ah!" "Mmm, ahh!" I knew that only in this way could I truly enjoy the pleasure of sex. This SM sex game

swept away all the stress and fatigue my husband and I had endured over the years, from household chores to work. It rekindled our initial passion.

Since our marriage, my shy personality has made me quite

conservative in our sex life, even during intimacy. No matter what my husband says, "Let me give him oral sex," or "Don't just keep your mouth shut and moan," I'm

too shy to even let out a single moan. Even though this has caused my husband to suppress his feelings, it

's only through this SM game that he can finally achieve true satisfaction. Only when my husband dresses me up in this latex doll state

can I be completely liberated, satisfying both him and myself. Of course, even before, it was because of my

pure and lovely personality that my husband has always doted on me and treated me with such care since I lost my virginity.

As

soon as I opened my door after arriving home in the afternoon, I heard, "Hey~ Xiaoying, you're here early today!

How was work at the hospital today? Nothing went wrong, right?"

I closed the door, changed my shoes, and went inside, my face slightly flushed. I said weakly, "Yeah!

One of the patients I was caring for was discharged early, so I was able to leave work early."

My husband, who had been sitting in the living room watching TV, turned his head and said to me with a slightly teasing expression

, "Xiaoying~ You're off work so early? Come here and let me see if your stockings are wet today."

Hearing my husband's inexplicable words, my face turned even redder to my ears, but I obediently walked slowly

to my husband's side.

I hesitantly lifted my long skirt.

Beneath the long skirt, her beautiful legs were encased in black pantyhose. Looking up from those shapely legs,

a red string was faintly visible between her thighs, tightly bound where underwear should have been.

It resembled a red thong, this red thong nestled inside the black pantyhose. The red thong

,

tightly constricting the white, underwear-like material, outlined the shape of her vulva

. The white against the black fabric created a mesmerizing contrast, captivating the eye and drawing the gaze to peek inside.

The red string then followed the shape of her vulva, disappearing into the cleft of her plump buttocks, encased in pantyhose

.

It made one yearn to part her buttocks and find that red thread.

My husband's eyes gleamed with a mocking light as he watched me lift my skirt.

His gaze made me unable to meet his eyes, making me want to bury my head in my 36D

breasts.

At this moment, my husband reached out and touched my thighs repeatedly, saying, "Hmm~ Little Yingwa (Little Yingwa is

a nickname my husband gave me after he learned about my fetishes) are you doing well today? Did you work

too much at the hospital? Even wearing a diaper, your thighs are still all wet."

It turned out that the white thing bound by the red string wasn't underwear, but a baby diaper. My husband

paused the video on TV, picked up the five-speed remote on the coffee table, and pushed it from level two to level five

. After putting the remote down, he stroked my legs up and down, saying in a commanding tone, "Little Yingwa~ quickly

put your right leg on the coffee table so I can take a closer look."

My husband's actions made me shudder, and a buzzing sound came from between my legs. I had already gotten used to it

—the vibrator my husband had equipped me with before work that morning—both my vagina and anus had vibrators—and

the intensity I had been holding back at work suddenly increased.

This gave me an immediate mini-orgasm, causing me to involuntarily squat down. My hands

, lifting my skirt, moved through the long fabric, one hand between my legs, while the other involuntarily climbed onto my breasts.

My eyes were slightly glazed, my face flushed with embarrassment. Even after reaching orgasm, this lewd scene only elicited a muffled groan

.

My face didn't show the shame one would expect from someone who enjoys dressing up.

Unlike the female characters in glove movies who use toys in their anus and vagina to reach orgasm,

desperately flaunting themselves, loudly moaning incessantly, wanting the whole world to know they are sluts and whores,

my behavior was surprisingly innocent and cute.

At least my husband seemed to enjoy it, making him even more eager to tease this pure and innocent girl.

Because of the orgasm and squatting down, my husband's hands, which were originally on my legs, now gripped my

other breast with one hand and stroked my head with the other.

He slowly said, "Looks like my little Yingwa has reached her climax. What a wanton body

..."

He then grabbed the remote and switched it to level 3.

This action brought me back to my senses from the afterglow of my climax. I slowly stood

up, lifted the hem of my skirt with my hand, and bit it with my mouth. Even though I was shy, I still obeyed my husband's command and lifted one leg

onto the coffee table, completely exposing my genitals to his face.

My hands couldn't help but slowly knead my breasts and nipples through my clothes, continuing to enjoy

the pleasure from the vibrator.

Looking at my shy expression, yet still obediently following orders, my husband

said with a slightly satisfied look, "Hmm~ Little Ying, this kind of vibration seems to be very comfortable for you.

It looks like you can upgrade your performance at work. But, my little Ying~ seems even wetter down there. Did you squirt again

? What a lewd body. I've never seen you squirt before when we made love. Since we started playing SM, your

body~ you squirt nine times out of ten during orgasm. Is it because the usual sex between husband and wife didn't give you an orgasm

?"

My husband's tone was slightly dissatisfied at this point, because I raised one leg~ and continued, "Little Ying

, even though it's a super thin diaper, you still managed to wet your stockings above the knee, and you squirted quite a bit."

"Wow, that's quite a bit! With that orgasm just now, how many orgasms did you have from work until now?"

He started to undress me.

Even though I was incredibly shy, I still complied with my husband ,

taking off my coat and my slightly damp skirt from the orgasm.

Now I could see all my clothes more clearly. It looked like I was wearing pantyhose, but they

actually covered my breasts from my hips up to my braless breasts—I was wearing a bodysuit.

This made it even more alluring. Inside the hazy bodysuit, red ropes bound the famous

... tortoise shell bondage. Slightly different from a tortoise shell, the ropes seemed to prefer my 36D breasts,

wrapping tightly around the base of my breasts several times, making them appear even more erect,

like two rugby balls.

Two heart-shaped nipple covers adorned my olive-shaped breasts, concealing my nipples even without a bra, which was previously hidden by my clothes .

These heart-shaped covers, covering my areolas, made my blood boil. After removing my clothes and stockings, I stood naked before my husband. The contrast with my body, previously only partially visible through the stockings, was far more intense. My husband's blatant gaze made me instinctively cover my wanton body with my hands, but this only fueled his lust. I couldn't help but feel shy, and answered my husband's question, trying to distract him: "Honey , um..." I paused, then continued hesitantly, "When I was helping her change into her uniform at work, my colleagues almost caught me ... I had an orgasm once, and during my lunch break, I masturbated once. I also had an orgasm this afternoon while changing a patient's dressing ... and then just now, a total of four times. " I said weakly, though I was incredibly embarrassed. Actually, I had an orgasm this morning when my husband helped me put on this uniform, but I didn't ejaculate, and because I'm shy, my orgasms aren't very obvious. So my husband didn't notice. My husband also knows that I won't become a complete slut without that. He did suspect what happened this morning, but didn't say anything, after all, we've lived together for so long. So, my husband didn't punish me like a real sadist would for lying. Then my husband said with satisfaction, "Hmm~ No wonder! Little Ying, you squirted all four times, didn't you?" He then untied the rope around my lower body, took off the soaking wet diaper, and smacked his lips, saying, " Little Ying, look, you're completely soaked. Look, even after taking it off, your cunt is still dripping with juices." At this moment, I was extremely shy—so without my husband's permission, I quickly untied the rope I had been wearing all day and pulled out the two huge vibrators from my lower body. My cunt and anus made two "pop" sounds as they were pulled out. Because I had been wearing them all day, the two holes in my lower body seemed to have adapted to the vibrators and didn't immediately close, but rather remained open, like two incredibly tempting little mouths. Then, I ignored my husband's strange looks. She used the clothes she had just taken off to cover her wanton body. Without the toys and ropes, her body ... quickly ran into the bedroom, grabbed her underwear and pajamas, and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Her husband looked helpless, thinking, "Xiaoying, do you still think I'm a sadist? Even if you're shy, you can't act like this ... You've already played like this, and you're still not letting loose without your things. But then again, isn't this why I've always liked Xiaoying? It makes me want to protect her and not let her suffer any injustice." While thinking this, his hands didn't stop; he turned off the remote and picked up the things Xiaoying had dropped. "These are all for you to use! You don't even know how to cherish them, sigh. " He removed the condom from the vibrator, tidied it up, and calmed his burning desire, going into the kitchen to cook dinner for his wife. Meanwhile, I went into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with hot water, and then turned on the shower. The hot water rinsed my body, calming me down a bit after a day of arousal. I slowly peeled off the heart-shaped nipple covers and massaged my breasts, which were engorged from the tight binding. I quickly rinsed myself off, turned off the water, and gently lay down in the bathtub. Perhaps because I was relaxed, my two openings, which had been closed for so long, now felt tight. The wanton feeling from before was completely gone. My mind was still savoring everything from the day. Just then, I heard my husband call out, "My dear wife, come out for dinner when you're done washing up. Dinner's ready!" I loudly replied with a "Mmm," and after soaking for almost half an hour, completely calmed down, I put on my underwear and pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. [The End]

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