[Diary of a Mature Wife] (1-7)

Mature Woman's Diary
Author: Unknown
Layout: tim118
Word Count: 19900 words
1.
I glanced at the clock; my husband was almost home from work. I turned off the TV and went to the full-length mirror to examine my appearance.
My long, black hair was playfully styled in a bun with my favorite blue butterfly hair accessory. I applied a light
layer of anti-oil foundation, and two lines of light blue eyeshadow and rose-colored lipstick gave me a slightly wild look. My slightly
swollen lips seemed to be telling a story of endless anticipation.
I was wearing a light pink, fitted apron. As usual, I wasn't wearing anything underneath.
My full breasts filled the apron completely, and my hardened nipples were clearly visible through it
. My small penis was discreetly hidden between my two plump thighs, without any trace of it. Turning around,
my smooth back drew a perfect arc, my waist was still slender, contrasting
beautifully with my fair and tender buttocks. Below that were straight, beautiful legs, and on my delicate feet were a pair of pink slippers with lace trim,
perfectly matching the apron. What I was most proud of was that my skin was still smooth and delicate, showing no signs of being over
35. I gave myself a 90 out of 100. Thinking about the daily intimacy with my husband when he came home, two
blushes crept onto my cheeks, and my anus began to feel numb and itchy again. My hands couldn't help but reach down to my lower body.
"You slut!"
I spat at my reflection in the mirror. We've been together for over ten years, and he
's never failed me in bed, yet I still crave it so much, like an 18 or 19-year-old
girl in the throes of first love. I'm so ashamed! I'd better check on the soup first.
I lazily walked into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot, and a burst of steam rose up. The soup had turned a milky white.
This was some secret recipe I got from Mrs. Wang next door. She'd mysteriously said something like, "
It's really effective for your husband, you'll see if you try it." Although my husband has never shown any signs of fatigue in bed,
he's middle-aged after all, and it's good to start nourishing him early.
Just then, I heard the door open. My husband was home. I knew he'd come to the kitchen to find me,
so I braced my left hand on the counter, gently lifted my right leg, shifted my weight forward, and
scooped a small spoonful of soup from the pot with my right hand, blowing on it lightly. This pose allowed my husband to see my perfect
back as soon as he entered the kitchen; I wanted to show off to him.
Sure enough, my husband stopped at the kitchen door. I imagined him lecherously staring at my waist and buttocks
, and a surge of desire rose within me. I deliberately swayed my slender waist, creating waves of hip movement. Sure
enough, my lustful husband couldn't resist. He grabbed me from behind, one hand slipping under my apron from the front
, circling my full breasts, while his other hand, even more wicked, began kneading my buttocks.
"Wife, are you trying to seduce me by acting all seductive?"
A whiff of sweat mixed with the smell of tobacco wafted from my husband. While fending off his two
devilish hands, I said in a half-coquettish tone, "Honey, you smell so bad, go take a shower. I
made you some soup, it's very nourishing."
"No, I don't need any nourishing soup, you are my tonic. The more I do it with you, the more refreshed and
energetic I feel."
As he spoke, my husband became even more audacious, even teasing my anus with his fingers.
The intense stimulation aroused me as well. I turned to find my husband's lips, and our lips
pressed tightly together. Our tongues intertwined, unwilling to separate. I began to moan softly
. My husband's hands roamed over my body, stimulating my breasts, buttocks, earlobes,
and inner thighs. The itching in my anus grew stronger. I reached out to touch it
, but my husband was already on guard. He wrapped a strong arm around me, preventing my hands from touching my
anus.
"That's mine. How can you touch it when I don't want you to?"
"I won't stand for it! Husband, you're bullying me!"
I protested, pouting. "Fine, then I'll bully you too."
Without further ado, my hands became restless, caressing my husband's strong body, starting from his neck
and sliding down his firm chest and abdomen, before finally reaching his genitals.
"Alright, let's see who's better."
My husband ripped off the apron that barely covered my voluptuous body, revealing
my two 34C breasts. He immediately grabbed them tightly in his hands, lowered his head, and began
sucking on one of my nipples. His other hand wasn't idle either, ravaging my other breast. My
breasts felt numb, itchy, and swollen. Because of the lactation-inducing drug, my nipples and areolas were unusually
sensitive and were still secreting milk. Soon, I felt a warm stream slowly flowing from my nipple into
my husband's throat.
I could no longer control myself; I felt completely powerless and collapsed into my husband's arms.
"Human milk is more nourishing than anything else,"
my husband said with a wicked grin, then lowered his head to suckle again. His other hand reached towards my lower body, around to
my back, pressing a finger against my anus, occasionally slipping in a knuckle before
quickly withdrawing, teasing my erogenous zones.
My mind went blank, my body burned, unbearably hot, my buttocks already
writhing with my husband's fingers, my nipples, not being sucked by him, hardened, feeling like an electric current ran through them with the slightest touch.
I uttered lewd words I didn't even know myself: "Husband, you're so good, ahhh—, my breasts
are so full of milk, so swollen, ahhh, ahhh, suck them all out, down there, down there
is so itchy, hurry up and put your finger in, ahhh—"
Hearing my lewd words, my husband couldn't resist either. He picked me up naked and strode to the bedroom,
laying me flat on the bed.
My body is already filled with the desire to make love with my husband; my long, disheveled hair, my dazed eyes, and my slightly open...
My lips and slightly erect penis were faintly visible as my legs opened and closed; my desire for sex was written all over my
face. My husband deliberately took his time undressing, enjoying my solo performance on the bed.
One hand squeezed my breast and pushed it towards my head, while my head pushed towards my breast, licking
my nipple with my tongue. My other hand slipped between my legs, my fingers already making piston-like movements in my anus.
After a while of self-pleasure, the tingling in my vagina lessened, but my body grew hotter and hotter. My body
clearly told me that I needed my husband's big penis, not my own fingers.
I exaggeratedly twisted my body, using a pitiful, kitten-like look to invite my husband.
But he remained unmoved, watching my performance from the bedside table with his arms crossed, his penis already
dark and hard, making me even more envious.
"Honey, come here,"
I pleaded in the sweetest voice imaginable.
"Why?"
my husband pretended to be clueless.
"Do I really have to tell him?"
"How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me?"
I was a little angry. How could I possibly say something like this? So I turned my back to my husband, intending to ignore him. But as it
turns out, once a woman's sexual desire is aroused, she has no self-control than a man. After a while, I had no choice but
to turn back to my husband and beg him.
"Husband, please, I want you to come and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"Oh, how do I fuck you?"
"Use your precious cock to fuck my anus, hurry up, I can't take it anymore."
My husband was finally satisfied. He rolled onto the bed and pulled me into his arms. He made me lie flat on the bed, spread my legs wide and raise
them high. He also had to spread my plump and tender buttocks apart with both hands. This way, my genitals, which had already been de-haired,
were completely exposed to my husband. One testicle had been removed as my husband had requested, and the other
had shrunk to the size of a broad bean due to the effects of hormones. Because I had taken the medication early, my little cutie was still a childlike
pink. My anus, exposed to the air, caused the pink folds next to it to open and close, waiting
for my husband's tenderness.
My husband's fingers entered my anus. It was the same finger thrusting, but the stimulation to my vagina was far beyond what
I could experience. One, two, three fingers—my vagina accommodated all three of his fingers. My anus
felt like it was being torn apart, followed by wave after wave of pleasure. My moans grew louder, and
the tip of his penis began to secrete clear fluid. The vaginal walls also started to feel the effects, becoming smooth and tender.
"Your cunt's leaking so much water,"
my husband teased with a wicked smile, wiping the clear fluid from my vagina with his other hand. Then
he held out his fluid-covered fingers to me, saying, "Try your own first."
I obediently opened my mouth and took his fingers, licking them clean. To be honest, my vaginal
fluid didn't have much taste; compared to that, my husband's semen tasted much better.
Then, I felt a cool sensation at my vaginal opening, followed by a hot, throbbing sensation at the entrance
. My husband withdrew his fingers and placed his already engorged and erect penis at the entrance.
I relaxed my body, waiting for my husband to enter, but he wasn't in a hurry. He just rubbed his hot penis
against the entrance of my vagina, refusing to go in.
"Husband, please, please put your big cock into my little ass! My pussy, my
pussy is so uncomfortable! My fat pussy needs you to fuck it!"
At this point, I didn't care about shame anymore. I moaned and loudly said lewd things, begging my husband
to give me pleasure quickly.
Finally, with a sudden thrust of my husband's waist, his thick penis filled my pussy, with a section still sticking
out. Thanks to the previous lubrication, I didn't feel much pain, only a full and
satisfying feeling of being penetrated. After penetrating, my husband didn't start thrusting immediately, but paused to feel the pressure of my vaginal walls on his penis.
My husband slapped my fat buttocks and said, "I love your pussy. It's still so tight after more than ten years."
Hearing my husband's praise, my face turned even redder, probably because it was already red, so it wasn't noticeable
.
My husband started thrusting, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully, constantly adjusting his direction so that my vaginal
walls could feel the assault of his large penis from every angle.
I was already at the peak of my ecstasy, moaning incoherently, "Good husband, dear husband, ah
ah ah... I love your big penis so much, my juicy vagina is made for your big penis, ah,
I want you to fuck me, fuck me for a lifetime, ah, your big penis is mine, I want you to keep it inside me forever.
Ah ah..."
My vaginal walls contracted rapidly in spasms, creating a huge suction force on his penis with each thrust,
and his breathing became rapid, but his large penis showed no signs of fatigue, instead launching an even more intense attack
.
My husband put my legs on his shoulders, braced his hands on the bed, and pressed his entire weight onto me,
pressing my body into an inverted "U"
shape, and then he did push-ups on top of me.
An indescribable pleasure filled my body. I felt every pore on my body open up. My hands
left finger marks on my husband's back, my legs and feet were stretched straight, and although my penis
couldn't get fully erect, it did. My vagina felt so good I felt like I
was dying. "Husband, I'm going to die, I'm going to die," I mumbled incoherently.
My husband was also close to climaxing. He lifted my waist, made me sit on his lap, and
after holding my buttocks, he thrust hard 300 times before finally ejaculating thick waves of semen into my vagina. My husband kissed my
body and tried to pull his penis out, but I pleaded, "Husband, don't take it out, leave it a little longer
."
"You little slut, aren't you shy? I'll pamper you properly after dinner."
My husband flicked my nose and pulled his penis out of my vagina. I felt a void in my anus,
but the thought of my husband's promise after dinner filled me with anticipation. I cleaned myself up and then got busy with dinner.
That night, my husband and I made love three times. The next morning, my back ached terribly, and even the tender
flesh at the entrance of my vagina was red and swollen. But I knew I was a happy woman because I had a loving husband and a happy
family.
2.
The next morning, it was another bright and sunny day. The soft sunlight streamed through the French windows and fell on me. Relishing the
afterglow of last night's passion, I stayed in bed, not wanting to get up. My long-term life as a housewife had instilled in me a habit:
getting up at 5 a.m. every morning to prepare breakfast for my husband, and after serving him until 7 a.m. before he went to work, I would crawl back into the bed, still
smelling of his body, and laze around for an hour or two.
Last night's passion left me feeling weak all over. After we made love, I changed into a pair of white cotton panties,
but I didn't expect my husband to penetrate so deeply. I thought I had cleaned myself, but while I was asleep, a lot
of milky white fluid leaked out. When I woke up this morning, my panties were a mess, and my bottom felt cold. I showed them to my husband, but
he insisted I lick the fluid off my panties, saying it was compensation for sucking my breasts yesterday. He said he wouldn't get
up for work until I did. Reluctantly, I swallowed every drop of fluid from my panties in front of him, and only
then did he leave for work satisfied.
Looking at the time, it was already 9:30 AM. Remembering my figure class, I crawled out of bed and
took a warm shower to fully wake up. My vagina was still a little sore. I looked in the mirror;
the tender flesh at the entrance of my vagina was slightly red and swollen, forming a small ring-shaped bump.
Arriving at the dressing table, I first took care of my lower body, tightly tucking it between my legs. Then,
I took out a pair of white lace high-waisted thongs from the drawer and put them on. I usually buy underwear a size smaller because I think
it better accentuates the curves of my hips. My full buttocks
looked even more perky when thongs were a size too small, and my flat stomach showed no signs of aging. The straps at the back of the thongs dug deeply into
my butt crack, completely exposing my plump, tender buttocks. Then, I went through the rest of the dressing process with practiced ease.
Half an hour later, as I stood before the full-length mirror by the door for a final check, I saw a
woman who looked no more than twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She had a rosy complexion, long, flowing hair, and wore a light blue open-necked
cashmere sweater, a light blue shearling overcoat, and a brown plaid pencil skirt that just reached her knees .
Her thighs were tightly encased in black stockings, and she wore pink high-heeled ankle boots. I tried
out my signature smile in the mirror; it was quite perfect for a middle-aged housewife who had just turned 35. I pushed open
the door and headed towards the station.
On the way, I ran into Mrs. Li, who was also going to a fitness class. Her already somewhat plump
figure revealed her urgent desire to maintain her figure. She was actually two years younger than me, but her body and skin
showed signs of premature aging.
All the way, Mrs. Li kept asking me about the effects of the tonic soup. Unable to escape her questioning, I could only blush and nod
. Unexpectedly, she said, "It seems to be effective. I'll try making it myself today."
"What? You're using my husband as a guinea pig?"
I exclaimed, half-jokingly. "Just wait and see how I deal with you!"
Saying this, I put both hands under her armpits and tickled her. We were used to playfully fighting, and Mrs. Li, while dodging
my claws, didn't forget to retaliate, tickling me back. The two women were playfully wrestling on the street.
... After the morning's fitness class, Mrs. Li and I showered and relaxed in the gym's tea room.
In this cold winter, we were drenched in sweat, and after the hot shower, we were sipping our iced coffee—
it felt wonderful.
"Look,"
Mrs. Li gestured for me to look to my left.
Following Mrs. Li's gaze, I saw a young man in his early twenties secretly glancing at our table.
His eyes met mine, then he immediately looked away, awkwardly feigning a wandering look.
"Who is he? He looks familiar,"
I asked Mrs. Li.
"He's the fitness instructor here. Everyone calls him Xiaogang. Look how well-built he is, all those
muscles!"
Mrs. Li stared intently at the boy, practically drooling.
"Are you infatuated? Staring at a man like that, no wonder you're making nourishing soup for your husband," I patted
Mrs. Li's shoulder.
Mrs. Li stopped looking at him and stared at me, making me feel uneasy. I checked myself;
nothing seemed out of the ordinary. "Are you crazy? You're not looking at men anymore, but staring at me. I'm not some
handsome man."
"Don't you think he's interested in you?"
Mrs. Li asked.
"Who?"
I didn't understand.
"Xiaogang, we always see him when we come for coffee after class, and he always seems to
glance at you, intentionally or unintentionally."
"What nonsense! He works here, of course we'd see each other when we come for class. Even if he's
deliberately watching us, you and I are always together, you know he's not looking at you,"
I said.
"Pshaw, looking like this, of course he's not looking at me. It's better not to have children. Women age
so quickly after having children, I really envy you,"
Mrs. Li sighed.
I smiled bitterly. I also longed to give my husband a smart and adorable baby, but although my appearance
was already very feminine (noun used as adjective), even more feminine than a woman (same as above), physiologically
I was still a man. I was willing but unable to have a child. Every time I saw
the wives in the neighborhood walking hand-in-hand with their little ones, a pang of sadness would rise in my heart.
"Oh right, my mother-in-law is coming today, I almost forgot, I have to pick her up from the station."
Mrs. Li exclaimed dramatically, then, ignoring me, grabbed her handbag and rushed out.
I smiled as I watched her retreating figure. A woman in her thirties, still so scatterbrained; I really don't know
how Mr. Li can stand her.
"Miss, I'm Xiaogang, the fitness instructor here. May I introduce myself?" His voice sounded very polite.
I turned
around and saw the tall young man standing opposite me, trying his best to appear calm,
but his face was flushed red.
Looking closer, he was indeed a good-looking man: 1.8 meters tall, with short, neat hair, bright, piercing eyes
, broad arms, and a strong chest—everything about him showed he was no longer a boy, but
a man.
For some reason, seeing his body reminded me of my husband's body—similarly strong and
well-built, giving a sense of security, and possessing a mature man's unique allure. Xiaogang's allure, on the other hand, was
youthful and immature.
"Is it okay?"
Seeing my lack of reaction, as I just stared at him, Xiaogang asked again.
I snapped out of my reverie, inwardly scolding myself for being so useless. How could I have so many associations? Was it really true that
I couldn't resist a good man? I berated myself, hastily stood up, and said, "I'm sorry,
I have to go home."
I ran out of the gym as if my life depended on it. I heard him shouting something behind me, but I didn't dare turn around and ran
even faster.
As I jogged out of the gym, I couldn't help but hate myself for being so useless. He hadn't wanted anything
; he just wanted to get to know me. What was there to be afraid of? Even if he didn't want to, I could have just honestly rejected him. Why did I
run away and let him look down on me for no reason, especially since I'm so much older than him?
I hailed a taxi, gave the driver my home address, and leaned back on the seat, my heart
still pounding. I thought back to when my husband first pursued me; he was about the same age as Xiaogang,
and I was only 16. Although I had been taking medication for a while, I had always controlled the dosage.
Wearing loose clothes, I looked like a boy with a slightly girlish appearance. But my husband never treated me like
a man; he pursued me entirely as a girl. I closed my eyes, and memories flashed before me.
At first, I hesitated, afraid to accept my husband's love, but his persistence moved me. The
smartest decision I ever made was to be sure that my husband was the one who could give me a lifetime of happiness, and agree to marry him. For him, I
confronted my family, even breaking off all ties, and came to this unfamiliar city to
live a life as a couple.
Because of the medication, I couldn't achieve orgasm through penile erection and ejaculation, so I had to seek
anal pleasure from penile penetration. Perhaps this was why my libido was so strong.
"Madam, please get out,"
the driver's voice pulled me back to reality.
"Oh, we're here. What's going on? I need to go to XX neighborhood, where did you take me?"
Just as I was about to get out of the car, I suddenly realized that this was a place I had never been before, it looked like an abandoned
factory.
"That's right, we're here."
The driver turned around, and I noticed he was wearing a rabbit mask. "This is
a place where we can have some fun."
"What did you say?"
I realized something was wrong and opened the car door to run, but wearing high heels, I couldn't run fast at all. I hadn't run more than a few
steps when the driver caught up from behind and grabbed me.
"Be a good boy and I won't do anything to you. I'll let you go after I've had my fun."
The driver said with a lewd grin.
"Help!"
I struggled and screamed for help.
"Don't waste your energy. There's no one within a kilometer of here. You can scream your lungs out and no one will come to save you
."
The taxi driver quickly subdued me with his strong hands and tied my hands together behind my back.
Realizing I couldn't escape, I pleaded with the driver, "Brother, please let me go. I'll give you the money. Besides,
I'm a man."
"What?"
The driver looked incredulous. He dragged me into a factory building and began stripping me naked. My top
was ripped off, and my two full breasts popped out of my bra.
"What's this? Still saying you're not a woman? I'm going to fuck you today. Don't try anything funny."
The driver said, starting to suckle my nipples. It was early spring, only 4 or 5 degrees Celsius.
My upper body was naked, enveloped in the cold, and goosebumps quickly rose on my skin. My body became even more sensitive;
his sucking made me incredibly uncomfortable.
I now wished he would quickly remove my lower body to show him proof I was a man, but I was also afraid he would become
enraged and hurt me. Coupled with the fear of being raped, my mind was in turmoil.
Unexpectedly, he wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he pressed my head down, forcing me to my knees. He unzipped his pants
, and a dark, already erect penis sprang out, thrusting towards my mouth.
"Lick my cock!" he commanded.
His penis was hard and black, with some clear secretions on its genitals, emitting a strong, fishy
stench. I instinctively turned my head away.
A loud slap landed on my face, knocking me to the ground. Dazed and disoriented, I scrambled to my feet
, only to be met with his large penis again.
"Lick!"
His tone remained authoritative and brooking no disobedience.
Stunned by the slap, I instinctively opened my mouth, and his thick penis immediately plunged deep inside,
all the way down my throat. The sudden insertion of a foreign object into my previously unexplored throat made me very uncomfortable; I gagged
twice, barely managing to hold it in. He began thrusting, bending down to caress my breasts as he did so
. At first, due to fear and discomfort, I felt terrible, but the dual
stimulation from my breasts and mouth gradually revealed my lewd nature. I felt an unusual pleasure, wanting to moan, but
because my mouth was stuffed with his penis, I could only make "hmm, hmm, hmm..." sounds.
My moans further fueled his lust, and the frequency of his thrusts noticeably increased. He grabbed my
long hair with one hand, and I could only maintain a fixed position, enduring his forceful thrusts. After about 20 minutes,
he suddenly thrust forward, ejaculating a stream of hot, pungent semen deep into my throat. I wanted to vomit.
He pressed his hand against my mouth, saying, "Madam, it's very impolite not to swallow it the first time you give a man oral sex
."
I hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to swallow it, tears of humiliation streaming down my face.
At this moment, I was kneeling on the ground, naked from the waist up, my eyes filled with tears, and the string of semen still lingering at the corner of my mouth from when he pulled out
.
Seeing my appearance, he quickly became hard again, pulling me up and tearing off my skirt. I had resigned myself to my fate and offered no
further resistance.
Soon, my skirt and stockings were ripped off, and with a forceful pull, my thong was also torn,
leaving my plump buttocks and long legs completely exposed to the cold air.
He pushed me against the wall, making me stand facing it, one hand rubbing my body, the other reaching towards
my crotch, searching for my expected honey pot. A strange feeling welled up inside me; I actually wanted him to use his
large penis to penetrate my anus. God, am I really that lewd? "Huh?"
His hand touched my penis, and I couldn't help but cry out in surprise. Then he grabbed my penis and pulled it back sharply
, making me cry out in pain.
"Damn, he really is a guy with a penis."
He cursed, hesitated for a moment, and then muttered to himself, "Well, I've never fucked a transvestite before,
I'll try something new today."
I felt my buttocks being forcefully spread apart, my vagina completely exposed to the strange man, and then
a hot, thick penis was thrust into me. Since my vagina was already wet, and his penis was smaller than my husband's, 　　it went in all the way
without much effort . 　　"Ah, so tight, tighter than a virgin, and so much vaginal fluid, looks like you're a born slut 　　." 　　He rhythmically slapped my buttocks with both hands while thrusting hard. 　　The sound of my buttocks being slapped and the "sizzling" sound of thrusting echoed in the empty room 　　. 　　Under intense stimulation, I became excited and began to wiggle my hips and contract my anal muscles in response to the movements of his penis. 　　I said, "Oh... my big cock, my good brother... your cock... is so big and hard, oh 　　... it's making me... almost... numb and tingling... oh... ah... I can't take it anymore... my legs are weak and I can't stand 　　... let's change positions... I can't take it anymore... ah ah..." 　　After being attacked by his penis, my whole body went limp and I collapsed against the wall. 　　He laid me down on the ground and ordered me to stick my buttocks up high, then shoved his penis in again. 　　"Ah ah... it's too big... my asshole is going to split open..." 　　I stretched my neck and tilted my head back, moaning, thick saliva dripping from my lips, my eyes half-closed, my long 　　eyelashes trembling with the impact from my anus, completely immersed in 　　the pleasure of my rectal wall being penetrated and rubbed by his penis, the room filled with a lewd atmosphere. 　　I frantically twisted my hips, contracted my anal muscles, and sucked on the penis deeply inserted into my anus. 　　He arched his body, holding me, his hands grasping and squeezing my full breasts, his mouth 　　licking and sucking the well-maintained, delicate skin of my neck and back. His buttocks moved rapidly back and forth, his penis thrusting 　　in and out of my anus like a piston. I cried out, "...No...my asshole is going to burst...I'll be fucked to death...ah!" 　　It seemed he wasn't used to anal sex, and he ejaculated quickly. 　　After the climax, he disregarded my feelings and abruptly pulled his penis out. Because I hadn't had an enema beforehand, 　　the feces in my stomach also poured out. I felt a sudden emptiness in my anus, and I really hoped he wouldn't 　　pull out. 　　He held his penis in front of me again, and besides his semen and my love juice, there were some brown 　　feces on it. "Clean it up for me," he said. 　　I was used to obedience, and with my lust aroused, I swallowed his penis whole without thinking. 　　The feces directly touched my taste buds, the bitter taste almost making me vomit, but I still forced myself 　　to lick it clean inch by inch. 　　"So good!" 　　the taxi driver praised, stroking my head, and reluctantly started to get dressed before driving away 　　, leaving me alone in the cold, deserted factory. I dug around in my anus with my fingers for a while before 　　struggling to put on my clothes and walking for half an hour to find the highway back to the city. 　　4 Walking alone on the secluded road, the agitation within me gradually subsided, and the shame of being raped by a strange man 　　gradually took over. Thinking about how lewd I had been, I hated myself for being so weak. I was being raped, 　　and I had been so into it. Even a prostitute wouldn't act like this. Thinking about it, tears streamed down my face. 　　A taxi approached from a distance. Like a frightened animal, I hurriedly hid in the bushes by the roadside, 　　only daring to emerge after the car had passed and disappeared at the end of the road. I never want to take a taxi again in my life. 　　What should I do now? Call the police? No! If I call the police, my true gender will be exposed, 　　and my peaceful life with my husband will be disrupted again. We've been in this city for over ten years. My husband's career is on 　　track, and we have our own social circles. How will my friends see me when they find out I'm a man? 　　How will my husband's colleagues react when they know his gentle, virtuous, and enviable wife is actually a man? I 　　dare not think about it anymore. I absolutely cannot call the police. 　　Thinking of my husband, my heart aches again. His beloved little darling is no longer pure; his body 　　bears an indelible stain. I want to call my husband. I really need him by my side to comfort and 　　soothe me, but I don't know where my phone is in my purse. The grievances and shame in my heart surge up again, and I 　　can no longer control myself. I sit by the roadside and burst into tears. 　　"Madam, what's wrong?" 　　a voice rang out beside me. 　　I was startled and instinctively clutched my chest, trying to stand up and run. 　　"Madam, are you alright?" 　　the voice asked with concern. 　　I turned around timidly and saw a tall young man standing before me—Xiaogang from the gym.

A black sedan was parked there; I must have been so engrossed in my crying that I didn't even notice a car passing by.
"I—"
Seeing an acquaintance felt incredibly comforting, yet I didn't know what to say.
My disheveled clothes and humiliating tears betrayed me. Xiaogang took off his coat and draped it over me. "Where is that person?"
His eyes were blazing with fury,
as if he were about to rush out and fight someone. After being brutally raped, I felt 　　the concern and care
of a friend (at this moment, subconsciously, I considered Xiaogang a friend) . 　　For a moment, I felt that the boy before me was the closest person to me besides my husband, and I threw myself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably 　　. 　　Xiaogang looked at the woman crying in his arms, his heart filled with both hatred and love. He loved the woman in his arms who 　　was the object of his unrequited love, and he hated that someone could be so heartless, completely disregarding her 　　gentle, dignified, and pitiful nature, cruelly destroying her beauty. 　　Seeing his beloved crying so bitterly, his pent-up hatred transformed into tenderness. He gently pulled her 　　into his arms, listening silently to her painful sobs. Xiaogang knew that words were superfluous at this moment 　　; all he could offer was a broad shoulder for her to vent her grievances through her tears. 　　Time seemed to stand still. I don't know how long I cried before I finally managed to calm down. Suddenly realizing that Xiaogang 　　was also a "stranger" in front of me 　　, I pulled away from his embrace. 　　"Wipe your hands," 　　Xiaogang said softly, handing me a clean white handkerchief. I hesitated for a moment before taking it, 　　wiping my tears and snot from my face. I wanted to return the handkerchief to him, but it was already a mess. 　　"I'll wash it and give it back to you," 　　I said embarrassedly, then noticed a large wet patch on his chest, undoubtedly my doing as well 　　. My face flushed, and I lowered my head in embarrassment. 　　"Should we call the police?" he asked. 　　I shook my head vigorously. 　　"Get in, I'll take you home." 　　He opened the back door. 　　I hesitated for a moment, then got in. 　　After I gave him my address, Xiaogang drove silently, not saying a word the whole way, until the car 　　slowly came to a stop in front of my building. 　　"Your handbag," 　　Xiaogang said. 　　"What?" 　　"You were in such a hurry that you forgot your handbag at the coffee shop. I chased after you to return it, saw you get into a taxi, so I 　　got my car and chased after you, but I disappeared around this area." 　　Xiaogang said, "If I hadn't struck up a conversation with you, maybe none of this would have happened." 　　He turned to look at me, his eyes filled with a heartbreaking gaze. 　　"No, it's not your fault." 　　I squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, tears welling up again. I grabbed my handbag from the back seat, got out of the car, and ran 　　into the building. 　　Back home, I locked the door and collapsed onto the living room floor. The events of the previous night 　　replayed in my mind like a slideshow, like a nightmare. I wished it was just a nightmare. 　　I got up from the floor, stripped off my clothes, threw them into a trash bag, went into the bathroom, and turned 　　the tap on full blast, letting the powerful water wash over my body 　　. I wanted to wash every inch of my body clean, 　　to completely remove the traces that filthy man had left on me. 　　That day, I hesitated for a long time, but decided not to tell my husband. Knowing his personality, he would definitely find a way 　　to make that taxi driver pay for his crime, and might even kill him in a fit of rage. I didn't want 　　my husband to become a criminal because of this. 　　My husband happened to have a business dinner that night and came home late. I said I wasn't feeling well and went to bed early. My husband 　　didn't notice anything unusual. 　　A 　　week has passed since that day, and I still can't get over the trauma of being raped. I stay 　　at home, not wanting to go out. I've missed my fitness class. Mrs. Li came to see me twice, but I told her I wasn't feeling well 　　. 　　My husband also sensed something was wrong with me, so I lied and said it was a strong reaction to the medication I'd been taking. I'd already 　　seen a doctor, and it was nothing serious; I'd get better soon. My husband was busy with work and didn't press me further, only 　　telling me to take care of myself and not to prioritize my figure over my health. 　　Forcing myself to stay awake, I helped my husband eat breakfast before he left. I wrapped myself tightly in the blankets, and for the past few days, aside from 　　cooking, I'd spent my long days quietly lying in bed. 　　"Ring..." 　　The phone rang. 　　I stayed in bed, not wanting to answer. 　　But the phone kept ringing. 　　Maybe it was my husband calling. Could it be something urgent? I got out of bed and answered the phone. 　　"Hello, Mrs. Zhang," 　　a voice came from the other end of the phone. "This is Xiaogang from the gym. Don't hang up, I have a gift 　　for you, I'm sure you'll like it." 　　I wasn't in the mood for any gifts, but remembering how kindly he had taken me home that day, I reluctantly replied 　　, "Thank you, I've washed the handkerchief, I'll return it to you another day, I appreciate the gift..." 　　"I've already put it in your mailbox, take a look when you have time, you'll definitely like it." 　　Xiaogang hung up before I could refuse. 　　How could he force a gift on me like that? Didn't he consider how I felt? I'm still young, after all. 　　I gave a wry smile, got up, put on a coat, and went out. 　　Opening the mailbox, I found a black plastic bag inside. I took it home; the bag was 　　carefully wrapped. I opened it and found a videotape. 　　What could it be? Driven by curiosity, I turned on the player and inserted the tape. 　　A caption appeared on the TV screen: "I hated myself after I got back that day. If I had arrived a little earlier, 　　maybe this wouldn't have happened to you. To be honest, you're the first person I've ever worried about so much. From 　　the moment I first saw you at the gym, my heart has never been at peace. Every time you come..."

I remember the class times very clearly. When you went for coffee, I always sat at a distance in the coffee shop, secretly watching
you. I learned some things about you from your friend Mrs. Li. I learned that you are a married woman
and that you love your husband very much. I also thought about burying these feelings deep in my heart, but when I saw you,
all my resolve vanished. I wanted to at least get to know you, even if it was just to become ordinary friends
. This thought burned within me every moment. So, that day at the gym, I finally mustered up the courage to
talk to you. I never expected this to happen. It's too late to say anything now. This is all I can do
. The
screen went black, and when it lit up again, a burning taxi appeared. I
recognized the license plate immediately—it was the taxi I'd been in that day. The fire raged until finally, the entire taxi was blown
into the air with a loud bang. The scene shifted, and a man's face appeared on the screen. Even if he were reduced to ashes, I would recognize him—it was
the taxi driver who had raped me last time. Forgetting it was a videotape, I jumped up from the sofa, terrified,
wanting to run away.
"I'm guilty, I'm a bastard, I'll never do it again, please let me go,"
a pleading voice came through, devoid of the savagery he'd displayed during the rape.
I looked at the screen and saw him kneeling naked on the ground, his body covered in wounds.
A taut rope was tied to his dark penis, pulling it into a straight line.
"This is what you deserve."
It was Xiaogang's voice. A cold glint flashed as he spoke, and the driver's penis was severed at the hilt
. Hot blood spurted far, and the driver's screams were chilling.
I covered my eyes, unable to watch any longer, but a surge of vengeful pleasure welled up inside me.
Xiaogang's voice rang out again: "Don't think I'm a heartless person. It's just that his
actions truly angered me. Raping the person I love—whoever it is, I will make them pay a bloody price. This isn't
just for you, it's for myself too."
The videotape finished playing, the screen went black, and I sat on the sofa, stunned, my mind blank. It took me
a long time to come back to my senses.
The shame and humiliation of being raped were washed away, but seeing the taxi driver's tragic fate,
a feeling of pity arose in my heart. Also, who exactly is Xiaogang? How did he
find the driver without giving him any clues? Although I could tell he did it because he genuinely liked me, his methods were still too extreme.
Recalling the shy, somewhat naive boy I saw at the gym that day, I couldn't imagine him doing
such a thing.
Besides, would the driver tell him what kind of "woman" I was
? My mind was in turmoil; I really didn't know what to do.
My phone rang again. I quickly answered; it was Xiaogang: "Did you receive the gift?"
I hesitated for a moment, then answered, "Yes."
"It might be too bloody for you, but I couldn't resist sending it to you."
"Who exactly are you? Did he say anything about me?"
I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
"Looks like I scared you. I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary fitness instructor, but my father is
a gangster with many men under him. Nothing that happens in this city escapes his notice. I
don't get along with him, and this is the first time I've asked him to use his power for me. As for that driver, don't
worry, my father has a way of making someone disappear without a trace
. He won't tell anyone about you again,"
Xiaogang said slowly.
"Then you know I'm not... not..."
"Yes, I know everything, but whether you are... or not doesn't matter to me. I only know that I
love you."
Xiaogang interrupted me.
Knowing that I am a man physically, and that he would still do this for me without hesitation, my heart
skipped a beat.
"Don't worry, I won't ruin your life. If you don't want to see me again, I will leave this city and
never appear in front of you again. After this incident, I feel that I have matured a lot and will no longer make so
many unreasonable demands."
Xiaogang continued, his voice very soft and gentle, with an ethereal quality.
Tears welled up in my eyes without my noticing. "No, you...you can't go! We can be friends!"
I almost shouted into the phone.
"Really?"
His voice wavered slightly.
"Really, really, as long as you don't mind me, you'll be my best friend!" I sobbed.
...Hanging up the phone, I opened the curtains. Sunlight flooded in, filling the room, its bright whiteness
stinging my eyes. Looking out the window, although people's bulky clothes reminded me that winter wasn't completely over, spring had truly arrived. The trees along the street were sprouting new green shoots, and the grass 　　shyly peeked out
from the bare flowerbeds . The air was filled with the scent of spring. 　　Spring had returned to the earth! 　　6. 　　I woke up this morning to find that it had rained the first spring rain of the year overnight. My husband insisted it was worth commemorating and should be celebrated, 　　so he held me tightly in his arms, not letting me get out of bed. I couldn't resist him, 　　so I gave in and let him have his fun. After he finished "busy," he 　　rushed off to work without even eating breakfast. 　　After he left, I could sleep in without having to eat breakfast, but I couldn't fall asleep. My vagina still felt 　　unbearably itchy. Because of the rape, I was depressed for a while. Later, the bad guy was punished, 　　and I met a "male" friend who would do anything for me 　　. I finally emerged from the shadows, but then my husband went on a business trip. It had been almost a 　　month since I had been intimate with him. My body had been resting and recuperating for so long, and it was already 　　too late for that. One time wasn't enough to quench my thirst. It seemed I really needed to replenish my energy. Looking at the kisses my naughty husband had left on my breasts...

My heart raced, my face flushed, and the itch in my vagina intensified. There was no other way but to relieve myself.
Honestly, my sexual needs are unusually strong; I never know when the urge will arise. But
my husband and I have a very good relationship, and my views are quite "old-fashioned" compared to some young people these days. I always feel
that my body can only be given to my husband; the thought of having an affair is unthinkable. That's why
I reacted so strongly after being raped.
What do I do when my husband isn't around? Well, I'll have to rely on my little gadgets—actually,
some female vibrators. I stumbled upon these things online while browsing the internet, and they were perfect
for solving my problem. So I ordered a whole bunch: silicone dildos, vibrating toys,
bouncy beads… so many! Now it's time for them to make their appearance. I opened a drawer and found a beige 　　vibrating toy with rabbit-ear-shaped protrusions
at the tip . This is it; you have to love me well in place of my husband. 　　I pulled down my underwear and carefully inserted the vibrator into my anus. Although it was a bit small, its 　　oddly shaped tip made it quite stimulating, and my anus immediately felt full. 　　I pulled my underwear up, walked naked to the mirror, turned the vibrator to its highest setting, and 　　stroked my body with both hands. A strong pleasure surged from my anus. The vibrator's rhythmic vibration, while 　　not comparable to the controlled speed of a penis, gave me a completely different kind of pleasure. 　　I freed one hand and reached inside my underwear to rub my penis. Although it was now basically only for decoration 　　and not functional for erection, rubbing it still brought great pleasure. With 　　the double stimulation from both ends, I quickly reached orgasm, and a few drops of clear fluid flowed from the tip of my tiny, cute little penis 　　. 　　I was breathing heavily, still immersed in the excitement of my orgasm. The digital clock rang 　　, and I realized it was time for my dance class. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: I'd go to 　　class with a vibrator in; it would be so exciting. 　　Although I felt it was a bit too lewd, desire ultimately prevailed. I didn't take the vibrator 　　out. I dressed as I was, and there was a small clip on the control panel. I clipped it to the waistband of my purple wool 　　skirt; it fit perfectly. It seemed designed to be carried around. 　　I opened the door and went outside. The weather was quite warm, and I was only wearing thick stockings. 　　I didn't feel cold at all. Walking on the path in the neighborhood, I secretly turned on the vibrator. A tingling 　　sensation immediately filled my vagina. I didn't dare turn it on too high, only to the medium setting. I tried walking a few steps. 　　The vibration from the carrying pole and the friction against the vaginal walls while walking created an indescribable pleasure, stimulating me so much that I swayed involuntarily 　　. It took a while for me to adjust. I took small steps forward slowly, feeling both excited and scared 　　. It seemed like passersby could see my wanton body through my clothes, see the little 　　darling hidden deep inside my vagina, and this fear only made me more excited. 　　In short, it was incredibly stimulating. 　　Enjoying this strange pleasure, I slowly walked to Mrs. Li's building. Before I could even ring the doorbell 　　, Mrs. Li pushed open the door and came out. 　　"Hey lady, practicing your model walk on the street all the time? No wonder you're in such great shape, 　　you never miss a chance to practice!" 　　Mrs. Li teased. 　　I was taken aback, then realized that my walking posture was a bit unnatural due to the stimulation. I 　　quickly relaxed and changed the subject: "Get lost, let's go, we're going to be late." 　　...For almost two hours of class, I kept the vibrator on, and surprisingly, it worked quite well. The teacher 　　even said my posture and movements were the most standard and asked me to demonstrate for the others. 　　After the class, we went to the gym's shower room. I only remembered the vibrator when I was halfway through 　　taking off my clothes. I couldn't just say I didn't want to shower anymore, and besides, I actually wanted to experience 　　what it felt like to be naked in public with a vibrator in my butt. 　　So I carefully took off my clothes. My little brother wasn't a problem, it was always obedient. Seeing so 　　many naked women didn't bother him, after all, they were women too. 　　Hiding the control panel in a bath towel, and covering my bottom with the towel as well, I slipped into the bathroom unnoticed, carrying the vibrator 　　. 　　The shower stalls here were partitioned with wooden planks, forming small rooms, but the planks were only about 1.8 meters high 　　, and connected at the top. 　　I chose the innermost stall, and Mrs. Li went into the one next to mine. 　　I latched the wooden door, turned around, turned the faucet to full blast, and turned the vibrator to its highest setting. While 　　enjoying the stimulation of the vibrator, I held the showerhead, letting the strong water flow stimulate my breasts and other sensitive areas. 　　The noise from outside reminded me that I might be discovered at any moment. I felt my whole body was so comfortable, 　　as if I were floating in the air. 　　Under the intense stimulation, I felt my body was about to climax, so I squatted down, vigorously rubbing 　　my breasts with both hands. My sphincter muscles slowly contracted, and I could feel the vibrator slowly being squeezed out along my intestinal wall 　　. 　　"What are you doing?" 　　Mrs. Li's voice suddenly rang out. 　　I looked up and saw her peering at me through the partition between the two shower stalls. The sudden shock 　　sent me into a climax, and the vibrating condom slipped out of my anus, bouncing on the floor 　　. 　　My face flushed crimson with embarrassment. Being seen masturbating in a public bathroom, especially by 　　a close friend from the same neighborhood, was incredibly awkward. 　　Ignoring my lingering pleasure, I hurriedly grabbed the still-bouncing condom from the floor, hid it 　　behind my back, and wrapped a towel around myself. 　　"Don't hide it, I saw everything," 　　Mrs. Li said with a smile. "I never expected Xiaoying, who always seems so proper, to be so horny." 　　"What do you mean?"

I blushed and tried to explain, but it sounded so weak and feeble.
After showering, I was too embarrassed to go home, but Mrs. Li wouldn't let me; she wanted to go for coffee. Since she had my weakness in
her hands, I had no choice but to go with her. Luckily, I didn't play with my penis; if she had seen that
, I would have been in real trouble.
"Sister Xiaoying, to be honest, I've used these before, but I've never taken them out of the house. You
wore them all morning, right? How did it feel?"
Mrs. Li asked.
"Lanlan (I haven't given Mrs. Li a proper name yet; calling her Mrs. Li always feels a bit strange. From now on, I'll
call her Lanlan; she's an important person too), don't tease me,"
I said, lowering my head.
"Really, really, tell me, wasn't it very comfortable?"
"Yes…"
Under her repeated questioning, I managed to squeeze out a single word.
"Oh, is that so? I'll try it tomorrow too, Sister Xiaoying. Let's both bring our little cuties to
class tomorrow, okay?"
Goodness, she really is a super pervert! But thinking about it, I did it first, so I'm even more
perverted than her.
I really don't know how to answer.
"Look, Prince Charming is here!"
Lanlan said, winking.
I turned around and saw Xiaogang walking in from the door. We've become good friends lately. Every
day when we come for coffee, he takes a moment to chat with us. Lanlan always teases me about him.
But that's all. Although I'm very grateful for everything he's done for me, we
haven't had any further interaction yet.
"Finished class?"
Xiaogang sat down.
"Of course! Would we be here for coffee if we weren't finished?"
Lanlan interrupted before I could speak.
Xiaogang didn't argue, just sat quietly at the table, ordered a cup of tea, and slowly sipped it.
His gaze occasionally swept over me.
"Sigh, what's wrong with you? You've been like this for the past few days, so gloomy, it's really boring,"
Lanlan said.
Xiaogang smiled and said softly, "People always change."
My heart ached. I knew that it was to avenge me that Xiaogang had gone through a series of
things he didn't want to go through, and he had become taciturn.
"By the way, let me tell you, do you know what happened in the bathroom just now?"
Lanlan said, as if she didn't want the world to be quiet.
"Lanlan, if you dare to tell me, I'll break up with you!"
My face turned bright red, and I shouted at Lanlan.
"Haha,"
Lanlan laughed so hard she almost fell over, "Just kidding, look how scared you are. I can blackmail you now."
I knew Lanlan was my best friend, and she was just teasing me, but I was still worried.
Strangely enough, Xiaogang knew a secret that no one except my husband knew about me, and my heart always raced when I was around him. I
had wanted to ask him out alone to thank him properly, but when I picked up the phone, I just didn't have the courage to dial his number.
"It's better if I don't know what happened in the women's bathroom."
Perhaps infected by the harmonious atmosphere before him, Xiaogang also said with a smile.
On the way home, Lanlan kept pestering me to "exchange experiences," making my face burn. After
getting out of the car, I made an excuse to go home and cook, finally getting rid of this lecherous woman.
"Remember to bring it with you tomorrow,"
Lanlan called after me.
I almost fell over when I heard that; I was completely exasperated with her. It
was getting dark when my husband called to say he had another social engagement and wouldn't be home for dinner.
I ate a quick dinner alone, sat on the sofa watching TV, flipping through the channels several times with the remote
, only to find boring variety shows or scheming historical dramas that didn't interest me
. I turned off the TV, but with nothing else to do, I stood by the window, lost in thought.
A beautiful young woman's image was reflected in the clear French windows. Tall and voluptuous, my husband often
said that only being naked could truly relax me. At that moment, I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, only
a pink see-through nightgown. My high breasts and protruding nipples were faintly visible, my slender waist was barely a handful, my
slightly upturned buttocks and long legs formed a perfect curve that could drive any man mad.
I've been my husband's wife for over ten years, and sometimes I feel that my only purpose in life is being
his wife. To be with the man I love, to fulfill my dream of being a woman,
I gave up everything before I turned 20—friends, family, studies—leaving my hometown to come
to this metropolis thousands of miles away with my husband, starting a new life anonymously.
At first, we could only afford a tiny apartment of just over ten square meters. My husband worked on construction sites,
while I worked as a waitress in a hotel or a barista in a coffee shop. Our combined income was barely enough to cover our bare minimum
living expenses. But finally, we could live together without any worries, and we were both very happy. Every
day after work, I would try my best to cook a "sumptuous" dinner using the ingredients we could afford
. My husband wanted to help, but I would always smile and say to him, "Men should just sit and wait . If
you try to help, you'll only make things worse."
So my husband would sit at the table and watch me happily busy myself. After dinner, no matter how busy or tired we were, we
couldn't bear to waste the precious time of the evening. Often, after a passionate glance or a suggestive gesture, we would
feel a tremendous attraction between our bodies, and the next moment my husband would be holding me in his arms.
Soon, we would both be naked like babies, our two white bodies intertwined.
Back then, we had nothing, but we firmly believed that with each other, we had everything. My husband would
love me every day. As a newcomer to sex, I felt a lot of pain at first, but my husband would always comfort me tenderly and
guide me step by step to achieve unparalleled pleasure. After each time we finished, I would have a happy smile on my face and fall
asleep in my husband's warm arms.
All we could offer each other was the pleasure we derived from our bodies.
A year passed, and we gradually adapted to the new environment. Our income increased, but it was still only enough to rent
a small one-bedroom apartment. Life remained tight, and occasionally dining at a mid-range restaurant
was considered a treat.
Just then, something disrupted our peaceful life.
The head waitress at the hotel restaurant where I worked quit, and the manager had to choose between me and another waitress to take her
place. At first, I thought it was a good thing because becoming the head waitress would significantly increase my income, and my husband was also
happy to hear this.
But the very next day, the manager called me into his office for a "heart-to-heart talk," implying that I
could become the head waitress if he took advantage of me. I was stunned and looked at the manager helplessly. The manager, however,
thought he had my consent and started to grope me. It wasn't until I realized that his large, rough hand was on my
buttocks, stroking the edge of my underwear through my short skirt, that I came to my senses and fled the manager's
office in a panic.
At that moment, I felt my heart was bleeding. Being a woman was so difficult. Why couldn't men see my
abilities, and only stared at my face and body? That night, I cried and told my husband what had happened. He
hugged me and comforted me, telling me not to go to work the next day, to rest at home, and that he would handle it
.
The next day, my husband went to the hotel where I worked, punched the manager in the face, causing the manager's nose to bleed profusely
and he to collapse. Then he threw my resignation letter on the ground, turned around, and left. Security guards tried to stop him, but they were
no match for my husband, a retired special forces soldier. In the blink of an eye, two of them were taken down, and my husband simply walked away.
From then on, no matter how much I pleaded, my husband wouldn't let me go out to work anymore. Later, his career
gradually got on track, and his income was enough for both of us to live on. So I stopped nagging him to go back to work. I knew that
as a woman, as a wife, serving my husband well and creating a comfortable home for him was my primary
duty. Without these, even a successful career would be meaningless. So I devoted myself to being a housewife
. Later, we bought our own house, and a few years later, we moved to our current villa-style duplex.
My husband bought a car, and we had a considerable amount of savings in the bank, living what we call a middle-class life.
My life also became much more varied. Besides simply serving my husband, I also had to go
for beauty treatments regularly and attend daily fitness classes to maintain my figure and appearance. In addition, I had to pay attention to my
demeanor and enrolled in a housekeeping class to improve my cooking skills so as not to embarrass myself in front of my husband's friends.
Actually, I don't reject these things at all; on the contrary, I enjoy them. Having a loving husband is my happiness. Since
he has given me a comfortable life through his hard work, I should also make an effort to make myself
someone he can be proud of. Whenever I see the jealousy and envy in the eyes of my husband's friends and colleagues when they see us together
, I feel very happy.
More than ten years have passed, and being a good wife to my husband is now my whole life. Sometimes my friends say
I'm foolish, saying that with my qualities, I could have a great future even if I stayed in the hotel industry. But I feel I have nothing to
complain about. I have a husband who loves, cherishes, and spoils me, and that's all I have.
I look at my watch; it's almost 9 o'clock. I go into the bathroom, fill the bathtub with hot water, take off my nightgown, and
immerse myself in the hot water.
Recalling my frenzied behavior in the gym bathroom during the day, and the subsequent discovery of my
secret by Lanlan, I blushed and felt my body burning. Soaking in the hot water, I felt slightly dizzy. I
stood up from the bathtub, already immersed in my fantasy. I couldn't wait to gently part the petals of my anus. Sweet
nectar flowed out. This was a secret recipe my husband had found: inserting a special pill into the anus
, one pill a day. After fifteen days, when I was aroused or my anus was stimulated, it would release lubrication, just like a woman
's vulva.
"Ah..."
I closed my eyes, my fingers sliding down to my genitals.
Since living with my husband, I hadn't used my fingers much, because we made love so often that there was no
need for them.
I brought my fingers, which had been used to stimulate my anus, to my eyes. They felt like they were coated with glue. I brought them to my nose,
smelling a slightly acidic odor. Almost at that moment, the glass bathroom door was suddenly pulled open, and my naked husband
barged in.
The thought of my husband seeing my wanton behavior made me incredibly nervous.
"Baby,"
my husband said, coming up behind me and reaching under my armpits to caress my breasts.
"Your body is mine; you can't just play with it alone,"
he said.
I was speechless with shame and could only lower my head.
"Are you really that lonely? If so, then it's my responsibility."
My husband parted my legs and gently stroked my bra.
My body went limp, and I leaned my weight against him.
"Let me do it,"
he said, his two fingers ruthlessly penetrating my anus.
The insertion of his fingers caused a slight pain in my vagina, then his hot penis pressed against my anus, tracing
the cleft of my buttocks.
At that moment, I was intensely stimulated from both ends and couldn't help but let out a blissful moan.
"Baby, does it feel good?" my husband asked.
I tilted my chin forward slightly and nodded like a little girl. Encouraged by my gestures, his fingers
became more agile and gentle, and his penis against my back became even thicker.
"Ah...mmm...so good..."
I wiggled my hips, constantly emitting lewd moans, which further aroused my husband's lust.
My body leaned against the edge of the bathtub.
I had no strength left in my body, and my upper body was almost touching the water's surface. My husband squatted down behind me, facing my
high-raised buttocks, and could clearly see my baby-white and slender penis and my opening and closing, dripping wet vagina
.
"No, it's so embarrassing,"
I moaned, trying to cover myself with my hands.
"I was away on a business trip the other day, so I'm making it up to you today,"
my husband said softly, pulling his finger out of my anus and licking it with his tongue,
thrusting it in and out like a penis.
"No...don't lick there...it's so dirty!"
I cried out, feeling his tongue licking my anus, my body involuntarily twisting to meet his
tongue.
"Put it in...I can't take it anymore...please put it in now..."
I cried desperately, pressing my breasts against the edge of the bathtub.
Seeing my wanton moans, my husband finally lifted himself up, kneeling on the ground, and pushed his penis into my vagina.
My back arched back in tension, my already wet anus creating a huge suction on his penis. As it
slowly entered, I tried to relax my whole body, stretching my sphincter as much as possible, enjoying the pleasure of being penetrated
.
With my husband's vigorous thrusting, I quickly reached orgasm. My body suddenly relaxed from the intense tension
, and my husband ejaculated at the same time. As his penis withdrew, a stream of hot, white fluid
slowly flowed from my anus, running down my penis and onto the floor.
I lay on the edge of the bathtub, savoring the passion of making love with my husband. My body was completely weak,
unable to move. My husband picked me up languidly and whispered in my ear, "I told you, I'd make it up
to you. This is just the beginning."
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