Married Women's Love Diary

I am a 32-year-old woman, and in fact, I am a social psychologist. My husband is a pilot, frequently traveling to distant countries. Given our infrequent meetings, pregnancy and childbirth are out of the question, so research and teaching constitute my entire life.

I often work on my laptop, sometimes until late at night. One day, I happened to read a paper about the impact of instant messaging (IM) software on modern communication. It was an American paper, and the author pointed out that it is a highly private form of interactive communication software. Especially with the addition of video and voice calls, it becomes a truly private space, inaccessible to anyone. This private communication method is more private and personalized than mobile phones. IM messages are stored on the individual's computer, not on a remote server.

Due to the privacy of IM, many illegal transactions are conducted through this highly private communication software.
In graduate school, I majored in adolescent and adult psychology, and I have a great interest in studying the personality and character of adolescents and young adults, especially the formation of adolescents' attitudes towards sex, which has been a long-term academic focus for me.
This article gave me a very exciting inspiration: why not use instant messaging (IM) as an interview tool to study the sexual attitudes of internet users (mostly teenagers)?
Over the next few days, I searched for academic papers both domestically and internationally, and found that the psychology community seemed to have little interest in this topic. Only a few scholars were exploring the impact of changes in teenagers' technology use on personality formation.
This wasn't what I wanted. I knew what I needed was a firsthand research project. And this project could be completed with minimal cost (no need to bear interview fees or data processing costs) and the most convenient tools (a computer with internet access and other peripherals). For me, this research result would be a groundbreaking achievement in the domestic psychology community. I, a young person, was incredibly excited about this.

Under this theme, I actively formulated my research plan and direction. I planned to select ten respondents of different age groups online and conduct IM interviews for six months. These interview records would become the main content of my research results.
I believed my work would achieve a breakthrough because of this idea.
However, it turned out that my entire life, including my marriage, underwent an unexpected and significant change because of this.
During my research, I used two of the most common instant messaging (IM) software in China. After a week of research and exploration, I finally understood the uses of IM and became excited about the research functions it offered.
The commonality between these two IM media is that they provide plug-in communication functions and web chat functionality. In other words, I can use the IM software to send text messages and conduct private communications, and I can also go online to open chat rooms to find my research subjects (i.e., respondents).
When I don't have any "contacts" on my IM software, the best approach is to randomly find people in various open chat rooms and add them to my contact list for long-term interviews and research.
One evening, I came across a very famous chat website. From what I've gathered (and from inquiries with students), this website is known as a hub for "compensated dating" and "one-night stands." If I wanted to study adolescent sexual psychology, I figured I could find suitable samples on this website.
Initially, I found the chat website's chaotic nature very difficult to adapt to. Although I'm only 32, my academic journey hasn't had much to do with the internet.
That's because my family was poor. I was born in a very remote mountainous town in central Taiwan, and I didn't have a decent computer until I was in middle school. As for internet access, that was something I didn't experience until after university.
After starting graduate school, I bought a desktop computer while working part-time. It wasn't until I graduated with my doctorate and became a university lecturer (I was thirty years old at the time) that I had the means and the determination to buy a Compaq laptop.
I usually only used the internet to collect professional academic information from home and abroad and to send and receive emails. I wasn't familiar with or interested in other functions and uses of the internet. Let alone chatting with others on chat websites, that was as distant to me as standing on the street trying to pick up a man.
Gradually, I started to get into the swing of things, and my first sample appeared half an hour after I went online.
His account was 18cm, and he sent me a smiley face.
18cm: Hi, how are you?
Rachael (my English name): Fine.
Where are
you from? And you
? Northern Taiwan
? Me too.
How old are you
? 32.
Oh, sister. I'm only 18.
(This is the sample I wanted)
Really? So you're called 18cm?
Haha.
What
? It's cm, not old
? Then what is it
? It's the length of my penis~ By the way, it's 5cm wide.
(Kids these days...)
Sister, let me ask you something.
Are
you itchy?
Where is it itchy
? Where?
My
sister,
no.
Really? So you know that my penis is so thick, long, and huge that it gets very itchy? Right , how tall
are you
, sister? How much do you weigh
? I'm not tall, I'm very thin.
Oh. I really like petite girls. Only then will the vagina be small and tight! Want to add each other as friends? Let's chat privately
.
18cm is the first sample I've encountered. 18 years old, proudly possessing an organ that is 18cm long and 5cm wide. Has a very strong interest in sex, especially preferring petite women. The following chat was written in a conversational style:
"Is your sister married?"
"Yes."
"Wow, a married woman! Awesome!"
"Yeah." "
Where's your husband?
" "Not here .
" "Where did he go?"
"On a business trip."
"Do you have children?"
"Not yet." "
Really? Then your vagina is still very tight.
" "Probably."
"Do you want to have a baby? My penis is 18cm, very powerful, goes in very deep, and I'll ejaculate on your face, I guarantee you'll get it on the first try!"
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"How many have you had?
" "Two." "
What was your reaction?"
"Of course I screamed a lot. It must have felt amazing!"
"Really? But psychology believes that sexual organs are not directly related to female orgasms.
" "No way, it felt amazing." "Really
?" I didn't comment.
"Let's arrange a time. Let's meet and have some sex."
"I don't meet people I meet online," I said.
"Really? You're shy?"
"You could say that."
"Do you have a video call?
" "No."
"Give me your phone, I'll call you."
"I won't." I refused; how could I give it to him
? "Really? Then I'm leaving."
"Can't we chat without meeting?" Seeing him about to leave, I changed my approach.
"Sure, I can video call, but..."
"What?
" "How do I know if you're male or female?"
"I'm female."
"Then prove it. How about this, turn on voice chat."
"How do I turn it on?" I asked.
"Press the voice chat button, turn your computer up loud, or use a microphone or headphones."
I put on my headphones, pressed the voice chat button, and the computer spoke; a male voice appeared.
"Hello!" the boy said. It was a rather gentle voice.
"Hello," I replied.
"Ah, you really are a girl. Your voice is so sweet, sister.
" "Can we type now?" I didn't want to reveal any information about myself.
"Okay."
I turned off the voice chat, and a message appeared on my computer: "The other party is 18cm. Please view their video."
I pressed 'Confirm,' and less than two seconds later, a square appeared on the screen. A figure appeared.
It was a guy with a buzz cut, who seemed quite cute, and looked tall and strong.
He smiled at the camera and typed: "Want to see my little brother, sister?"
I didn't reply. Because this wasn't a necessary part of the research. I was more interested in the interview process.
Unexpectedly, he lowered the camera, revealing a straight male genital! A thick, black, hairy, and almost ferocious erect penis.
He took out a ruler and started measuring it for me! The length was [cm]! I suddenly felt nauseous. It was really huge, much bigger than my husband's.
Even though I'm a professional psychologist, if an interviewee suddenly pulled down their pants and showed me their penis halfway through the interview, I would definitely feel the same as any other woman—shocked, surprised, and even a little uncomfortable with a sense of threat!
I minimized the video, because I knew what he was going to do next!
"How big is it? Bigger and thicker than your husband's, right?" he typed.
"Do you do this often?" I asked.
"I think it's okay."
"Do you do this often?" This was the question I was more concerned about.
"Not often, it's just video chat anyway. How big is your husband's?" he asked.
I suddenly felt: am I really suited to do this research
? "I'm tired," I made up a reason.
"Really? I'm hard right now. Sister, turn on the voice chat, take off your pants and masturbate with me!"
"Goodnight!"
"Okay...bye-bye."
"bye-bye."
That's how I met my first research subject.
Since it was almost midnight, I quickly took a shower and went to bed.
Strangely enough, that night I had a dream. I dreamed that I was in a mountain, playing alone, when suddenly a man came over, bent down and touched my face.
I couldn't see his face, his face was oval, but in the dream I wasn't afraid.
Then, he pulled me up, lifting my skirt with both hands. It seemed a bit rough, but I had no intention of resisting at all, letting him take off my underwear. Suddenly, I felt a subtle sensation in my lower body…
Then, he also took off his pants, revealing a very thick and long penis…
When I woke up, it was already the next morning. I felt slightly wet down there, and my underwear showed signs of drying. Oh my god, I had leaked so much fluid!
This was the first time in a long time that I had woken up in the morning to find wet discharge on my underwear. I knew very well that it was normal vaginal discharge. As far as I could remember, it seemed like this hadn't happened since my senior year of high school. The wetness was very annoying, making me a little restless in the morning. I quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then went to school!
"Is my sister there?"
At night, I was alone in my room. I was suddenly startled by the sound of the computer speakers.
It was someone greeting me.
"Yes," I typed in response.
"Great, I've been thinking about you all day yesterday!"
"Really?" I typed again.
"You were tired last night, so I masturbated by myself..."
A line of text appeared quickly, and I could imagine him on the other end of the screen, typing away rapidly.
"Really?" I replied casually.
Suddenly, the screen stopped typing.
As I was wondering what was going on, another line of text appeared:
"In your opinion, who would enjoy sex more, the man or the woman, if a petite, thin married woman had sex with a tall, strong man?"
Good heavens! This kid's head is full of sex.
"I don't know! Let's talk about something else." I don't type very fast, and as I typed that line, he suddenly typed another line:
"I think you'd enjoy it more, because thirty is like a wolf... Are you a wolf sister? Do you often feel a little itchy between your thighs?"
If someone joked with me like that to my face, no matter how old they were, I would definitely slap them.

However, in the quiet of the night, safely in his own room, and across the internet, the feeling of being threatened face-to-face seemed much less intense. Of course, this was mostly because the words were typed out; if they were just spoken, they might sound vulgar.
"My husband's not here, I think it'll be even itchier!" he typed.
"Push my hard rod into your hole, you'll feel good, won't you?"
"Use your tight, cunt to welcome my big cock, sister!"
"My little brother is huge! It'll satisfy you."
He typed several lines like this. Frankly, this kind of dialogue has no research value. I'm looking for a more psychological dialogue, not this one-sided self-aggrandizement, or even boring phrases copied from pornographic novels.
Generally speaking, men tend to have a tendency towards "phallus worship," perhaps they see it as a weapon, a weapon to make women submit, a sense of gender superiority.

If you asked ten women what they thought about a man's penis, I think six would tell you directly that they don't really care about it, especially an erect penis, which most normal women find unpleasant or even nauseating. The other four would likely not have any particular feelings about that organ, and only a few (maybe less than one) would tell you that it arouses them.
I decided to change my strategy and stop letting him flaunt his self-righteous superiority.
"No," I retorted, "Are you always this direct?"
"I am very direct."
"But do you know that most women don't like that?"
"Oh, really? Is that possible?"
"Yeah, you've watched too many porn movies. How old were you when you started watching them?" This brought the conversation to the research topic.
"So, are you part of the majority or the minority?"
"You like watching porn movies?" I tried to divert his attention.
"I don't like watching them, I like to act."
"Oh." I was a little unsure how to continue: "Then, we probably don't have much to talk about."
"Really? Did you have a wet dream last night? Were your underwear wet this morning?"
I started to blush. It was unlikely that a stranger could figure out my behavior.
"No!" I retorted.
"I don't believe you. You must have taken a shower as soon as you got up, right? You saw my penis last night and couldn't resist, so you were thinking about it, huh?"
"You really love to fantasize." I felt a sense of guilt that I wanted to hide.
"Fantasizing? No way. The first two women I slept with were like that. They saw my penis and slept with me the next day, even though they were older than you! I still did it!"
"Oh." I was a little skeptical.
"Women like this aren't common, I know, but I often have this kind of luck," he said. "Maybe it's some kind of sex wave."
I couldn't help but feel thrilled by his words. Unexpectedly, I had encountered a sample with "Oedipus complex" and "excessive sexual fantasies," which is somewhat representative in adolescent sex research, perhaps even representing more than half of adolescents.
"Do you actually have sex?" I asked.
"Uh-huh, of course, we do it whenever we want."
"Tell me your thoughts!" I began to delve into the research topic.
"It was all normal at first. They were both other people's wives. One said I was cute, and the other said I looked like her husband when he was young. Then we went to bed and did it. One did it for two hours, and the other was even more outrageous. She gave me oral sex and sucked my penis into her mouth... It was fucking amazing.
" "When did this happen?"
"Just last week," he said. "Friday afternoon." "
And then?
" "Just once. What else?"
"Weren't you with two? How come it was only once?"
"Of course! I can handle two at once. It was a threesome. They'd never done it before. They were awkward at first, but then they got even more excited than me."
I was a little skeptical. An 18-year-old boy doing a threesome with two women in their thirties?
"I'm not kidding, it's true."
"Was this your first time meeting them?" I was curious about the situation.
"Uh, they're my mom's friends, aunties! My mom went abroad, and they came to take care of me. They took care of me for less than three days, and then they both did it with me!"
"Your mom's friends, how old are they?"
"They're my mom's god-sisters. One's thirty-six, and the other's almost forty. I don't know."
They were definitely older than me!
"And your dad?
" "My dad... my parents divorced a long time ago!"
"Really?" So it's a single-parent family.
"Hey sis, guess... how many orgasms they had?"
"I don't know." How would I know?
"One three times, one five times." He said, "I came twice in two hours, so tiring! But it was so awesome! Hehe."
I was a little surprised because, based on my own experience, when I have sex with my husband, I only have one orgasm each time. And it comes very late, sometimes even after my husband has already come, I'm still warming up.
Of course, the quality of sex isn't ideal for me, but I think there's more to it than meets the eye between a man and a woman.

"Sis, come on, turn on the video, I really want to masturbate right now," the boy said.
"Isn't your aunt there?"
"Just once is enough. They want it every day, I can't stand it."
"I don't know. You can't see me when you're masturbating in front of me!" "
I know, but it feels great. I'm masturbating for a woman, a mature woman, a woman whose husband isn't home."
"It's a business trip, what do you mean 'not home'?" I'm very sensitive about this. My husband's job is flying, a very safety-critical and sensitive profession. Although I'm highly educated, I still try to avoid these kinds of words as much as possible.
"Okay, business trip," he said. "How is it, sis?"
Then he asked me to confirm the video call. I was a little reluctant, but I pressed the button.
First, his face appeared. Not bad, he was indeed a cute boy. His eyebrows were thick. You could tell that if he matured a few years later, he would be a handsome man that most women would fall for.

The video camera zoomed out, and I saw that his upper body was completely naked. He was sitting on the bed, touching his black underwear, stroking between his legs.
I watched the boy on the video call making those moves, and at first I felt a little awkward, so I tried to look away, focusing on his upper body.
I started to notice that he was a very strong boy, with well-developed muscles. This was different from my husband.
My husband has an average build, and he's not actually my ideal man. My ideal man was a physical education teacher from high school; I had a crush on him for a long time, but I never dared to confess. Of course, that unrequited love faded away with my teenage years.
Suddenly, this boy reminded me of my high school coach's physique—those thick muscles, that bronze skin—and it made my heart start to race.
"Do you like sports?" I asked.
"Yeah, I like swimming and basketball!"
Then I watched the video call, and I saw him start to take off his black underwear, revealing a huge penis. Wow! It really looked huge!

The boy started masturbating, showing a close-up of his dark, muscular penis on the screen, along with his flat, firm abdominal muscles. The glans, flushed with youthful desire, swelled slowly under the rubbing of his hand, like a sponge absorbing water.
Instantly, I felt a surge of excitement that made me dizzy.
The boy, while masturbating, waved to me through the video call.
I began to react. First, I felt a dampness in my underwear, then a slight itching sensation inside my vagina.
I realized I was aroused by his physical allure. This was an experience I had never had before.
Watching the boy's caresses, I entered a state of psychological excitement. His glans was incredibly thick, like a mushroom head. I even began to fantasize about how his body, if inserted into any woman's vagina, would bring her insane pleasure.
Unconsciously, I began to caress my breasts. My breasts have always been my erogenous zone; when I touched them, a jolt of stimulation seemed to run through my heart. I began to pant, my chest heaving like ocean waves.
I began to feel excited—an inner excitement. For women, psychological excitement is more lasting and intense than physical sensation.
"This isn't exciting enough..." the boy typed.
I took my hand off my chest, my breath still ragged.
"Do you have a webcam?" he said. "Attach a microphone, let's have some virtual sex."
I opened a drawer and took out a webcam, the kind used for video conferencing. I never imagined it would come in handy in such a chaotic moment.
I hesitated, because this seemed to contradict my original research intentions. I didn't want to be like a female doctoral student who went into the adult entertainment industry to conduct "field research" on pornography. After all, I majored in "psychology," not social work, and there was no need to "test the law."
However, another voice seemed to be urging me from within. I wasn't sure what the motivation was, but I subconsciously installed the video and stared blankly at the video on the screen.
"Is it installed?" the boy asked.
"Yes," I typed. I tacitly approved of the strange behavior that was about to unfold between us.
"Open it!"
I pressed the invite button, and my image immediately appeared on the screen. I saw myself, and I was startled. I immediately turned the camera in another direction, to the dressing table in the room.
"Oh, I see your room, it's the dressing table!"
"Yeah."
"You can adjust it back, I want to see you."
I slowly adjusted the camera to my direction, the image was blurry and shaky, and finally landed on my chest.
"Such beautiful breasts."
I was wearing a low-cut nightgown, without a bra, and I noticed my cleavage was clearly visible in the video call frame, both strange and familiar.
I could almost feel the boy's excitement, because he typed:
"I really want you to take it off right now."
I didn't, but the image on the screen excited me—a man's naked body on one side, and my own body in the low-cut nightgown on the other. The two images created a magical midnight seduction, like a scene often seen in adult films, yet so real. In fact, I didn't even know where he lived.
"Can you take it off, sis?"
I hesitated for several seconds, then took off my low-cut nightgown, revealing my upper body.
"Great! Beautiful," the boy typed: "So pretty."
I looked at myself in the video call. Under the milky white light, the video reflected a fair woman's body—it was me. My prominent, rounded breasts formed a deep cleavage on my chest, and suddenly I felt that my body was something to be proud of.
The boy didn't type, but on the screen, he started sticking out his tongue to kiss me.
"Don't do that," I typed, refusing his advances.
He obediently withdrew his tongue and then typed:
"Put on your headphones, let's talk."
I didn't put on headphones, but simply turned on the speakerphone connected to my computer and turned the volume down to the lowest setting.
"Can you hear me?" the boy's voice came through the speakerphone.
"Yes," I typed back.
"Can I talk, sis?" the boy asked again.
Hearing him call out so naturally, my guard suddenly dropped by half.
I turned on my microphone.
"Answer me," he said.
"Mmm," I responded slightly.
"Can you speak louder?"
"How loud?" I countered.
"This is good," the boy said, "the volume is just right."
"Take off your underwear too. I want to see your whole body," the boy said.
I stood up and removed the last piece of clothing from my body. My complete female body was revealed.
"Wow, you have such a great body, I'm already hard, sis... oh..." the boy began to pant, his voice trembling with excitement. The screen showed him rapidly rubbing his penis.
"Lie down, sis..."
I gently lay down, supporting my head with my hand. The video quickly showed a woman lying on the bed. Although it was a side view, I was facing the camera, so my breasts, navel, and even the pubic hair between my thighs were fully displayed.
"So beautiful, such a petite figure," the boy exclaimed. "I really want you."
Heaven knows my face was already flushed, but my excitement hadn't subsided at all.
"You masturbate for me," the boy said. "Let's do it together."
I lay down, gently stroking my breasts, glancing at the screen sideways. The boy's face was always facing me, and his penis seemed even more monstrous than yesterday, thick and large. I thought in a daze... Could my petite, slender body and tight, narrow opening accommodate it?
"Oh, little brother wants to fuck his sister! I really want to fuck my sister!" The boy seemed to be getting more and more excited. "Sis! Can I fuck you with my dick?"
I didn't answer, just continued to stroke my breasts. In the midnight room, the boy's panting seemed to echo everywhere. Because of this, I slowly entered a erotic state.
I wildly spread my legs, shifted my position, and faced my genitals towards the webcam. I slowly caressed my genitals.
"Wow, sis, I'm going to fuck you! Reports always say that height and size are directly proportional to vaginal depth and tightness. You're so thin and petite, your vagina must be very tight! My big brother will feel so good being squeezed!" the boy shouted, while vigorously and rapidly rubbing his penis.

I watched the webcam and began to fantasize about the boy coming towards me with his huge, hard penis, squeezing into the part of me that I rarely used. Thinking this, my genitals seemed to feel an invisible force of penetration and tearing. Relying on my imagination, I let the strange boy enter my body, let his huge penis enter my tight and narrow private hole.

The room was filled with the sounds of boys moaning, their cries bordering on arousal. It made me imagine the actual emotions boys experience during sex; at that age, most are like that, unaware of any foreplay or caresses, only knowing how to thrust and pound.
Strangely, I seemed to enjoy this feeling. The difference between a boy and a husband lies in that pure passion and the powerful sexual ability of youth!
If that's the case, I have no reason to resist.
I began to drift into a fantasy of actual sex, feeling as if the boy were on top of me, entering me with his ravenously thirsty body, and uniting with me. And I, in turn, offered my most intimate parts, accepting the boy.

"Ah…" I hissed softly, a sensation of pleasure from being violated and penetrated by the boy. In reality, it was just the pleasure from my fingers caressing my clitoris. An electric-like pleasure surged from my genitals, through my abdomen, and rapidly up to my heart.
I inserted my middle finger deep into my own flesh. I had done this a few times in high school, but then, overwhelmed by guilt, I gave up. However, that night, I seemed to have rediscovered my youth. Perhaps it was due to physical maturity, but the sensations were stronger and more exhilarating than before.
So this place is meant for men to enter!

I felt the stimulation of my clitoris and the intense pleasure from stroking my vagina. I let out a soft moan.
"Amazing! I love you!" the boy said wildly. "Fuck you, I'm going to fuck you to death!"
"Oh..." At the boy's words, my vagina contracted, a powerful pleasure that felt like the satisfaction of adultery.
"Sis! Let's orgasm together, okay? I'm so happy I can't take it anymore. I'm going to shoot my thick semen inside you... and get you pregnant!"
Hearing these words, I was incredibly excited. In fact, I had no idea why I felt this way. It seemed that under the boy's aphrodisiac words, I was engaging in an unprecedented dialogue with my own body—a dialogue that was both private and devoid of any guilt. I was surprised at how different my mindset had become.

My body continuously felt the stimulation from the caresses and the boy's provocative words; it was a kind of sexual pleasure. I've never been particularly sensitive to sexual sensations, but at this moment, I found that every hair on my body seemed to stand on end from the pleasure within me—what's commonly known as "goosebumps."
The pleasure never ceased. The boy kept talking and shouting, but I wasn't really paying attention. Just the sound of a man's voice in my ear, combined with my own caresses, seemed to drive me crazy.

"Ah…" When the climax came, I had to exert a great deal of effort to suppress it and not scream.
But the rush of pleasure to my head made me feel intensely dizzy, confused, and excited. Then, I heard the boy shout, "Sis, I came! I came all the way into your uterus!"
In my mind, I saw this image: that huge, hard, thick penis, rapidly and violently penetrating my body, tearing through my narrow vagina, piercing my cervix, and reaching deep into my uterus. The thick, swollen glans mercilessly ejaculated mature sperm, filling my uterus and fallopian tubes.
Accompanying this hallucination was another orgasm, surging within me. I couldn't hold back anymore and let out a moan: "Oh! Ah…" I cried out, my brow furrowed. In fact, it was a sound full of excitement and satisfaction. It lasted for a long, long time. …………….This
invisible pleasure led me to a world of passion I had never experienced before.
"Sis is amazing, I love it! Let's go out for coffee and have some real sex," he typed.
I didn't reply. To masturbate to orgasm while doing research was truly shameful.
I didn't even reply before shutting down the computer and taking a shower.
The scene of masturbating in bed was still vividly etched in my mind, except now, in my mind, there seemed to be a muscular, naked man on the bed, intimately trembling on my body, engaging in obscene mating and ejaculation. Thinking about this, my ears burned. Could it be that I was sexually unsatisfied?
This had to stop! Reason told me that, at the very least, I shouldn't use that boy with the account name '18cm' as a research subject, because I had already made him my sexual fantasy! If I did it, I would never want to think about this research again.
The next day, my husband returned from Europe. I acted as if nothing had happened. In fact, nothing had happened; it was all just my imagination. There was no man, no real sex, only my orgasm after masturbation. That was the essence of the matter.
That night, my husband, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, gently caressed me, even penetrating me. We made love. When I got up to shower afterward, alone in the bathroom, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

My mind was still filled with that virtual sex session. As for the scene of making love with my husband just now, I had absolutely no clear memory of it. It was as if I had just completed a… “routine.”
After showering, my husband lay beside me. I gently stroked his body. Although he was asleep, his physical reaction was still there; I knew he was erect. Driven by curiosity, I took out a ruler…
Suddenly, I felt a desire, an uncontrollable desire, a desire to be penetrated by 18cm.
I picked up the computer from the small work desk, unplugged it, and secretly took out the webcam and microphone from the drawer. I left the master bedroom alone and went to the adjacent work room. Inside were my files and all my work reports. That was my workplace.
I set up the computer, went online, and sure enough, the '18cm' account was glowing, seemingly waiting for me.
“Sis~ I’ve been waiting for you for so long.” The boy typed this.
“Wait for me.”
“Yeah, I want to fuck you!” The boy’s words suddenly made me incredibly excited.
"My husband's home, he's sleeping."
"Oh, I'm so jealous! You two must have just made love," the boy asked.
"Yeah."
"Then why don't you go sleep with him? You can't sleep."
"Yeah."
"I know!" the boy said, "Your husband can't satisfy you, so you have to come to me!"
This kid is so clever! He hit the nail on the head.
"Your husband can't satisfy you, is it because he's too small? Didn't you measure it?"
"I don't know." I indirectly agreed with him. How did this kid know I measured it?
"How many minutes did it last?" he asked.
"Less than five minutes," I typed, "It's always like this."
"No way, that's lame. You must have never had an orgasm, so it's hard for you to get pregnant." The boy said, "Sis! Turn on the video, let me see if your genitals are still wet."
I turned on the video, and my image appeared on the screen, of course, only wearing underwear.
The boy invited me to watch his video, and he appeared on the screen with a grin.
"Your breasts are so beautiful! I want you as soon as I see them." The boy typed, "Move the camera down a bit, I want to see your crotch."
I hesitated for a moment, but then I thought that since he couldn't see my face, it wouldn't matter. So I adjusted the camera down, slowly bringing it to where my thighs crossed.
"The light is too dark, I can't see," the boy said, "Can you adjust it?"
I put the lamp on the small wooden table next to me, and the camera dimmed, revealing my purple panties.
"So beautiful! Extremely sexy," the boy said, "I really want to fuck you."
My ears burned, and I felt a faint sensation in my chest. I knew it was unfulfilled desire. And I needed to satisfy that desire.
"Is your clitoris sensitive, sis?"
"Yes," I answered truthfully.
"Touch your clitoris and look at me," the boy said.
I looked at him, and reached down to my genitals, touching my clitoris.
The boy took off all his clothes in front of me, revealing the male body that had once stirred my heart and body. Suddenly, my clitoris felt this stirring, and the stimulation doubled. This physical stimulation made me involuntarily let out a soft "hmm."
The boy, with his erect and thick penis facing me, typed:
"Sis~ Let me fuck your hole, okay?"
My hand reluctantly left my body and typed "Okay" on the keyboard.

The boy seemed very excited and began to rub his penis, while I, in front of the computer, caressed my breasts and genitals.
At this moment, I was disheveled. Although I was only wearing underwear and a short-sleeved nightgown, I didn't button it up, letting the thin, delicate neckline of the nightgown diagonally across my chest, revealing my right breast. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and desire urged my every move. I could only feel a strong desire constantly catalyzing and expanding in my chest, and the feeling of my heart racing made my face even hotter.

What was originally just a caress outside my underwear slowly slipped inside as the passion grew. I started to fantasize about the boy using his gentle hands to enter my underwear and touch the most private parts of my body. The thought of this made me even more crazy!
I dared not make a sound, though I really wanted to. My husband next door was already asleep, while I, with a laptop, was secretly in my room, masturbating with a boy I'd never met before, even reaching orgasm. It was both ridiculous and incredibly exciting for me. Looking at the boy's body, his strong physique, and that erect penis, I felt completely melted!
My clitoris began to secrete fluid, wetting my hands—the wellspring of a woman's desire. As the fluid increased, my desire grew stronger, my body grew hotter, and my throat felt dry.

Now, how I longed to truly make love to a man with such a large penis! To let him enter me, to let his wild, thrashing body drive away that emptiness and need!
Suddenly, as I was lost in my fantasy, someone knocked on the door.
"Wife, are you still busy?" It was my husband.
"Yes, I still have some work to do," I quickly straightened my clothes, turned off the video call, and opened my files.
My husband opened the door and came in. I turned to look at him.
"So busy?"
"Yes," I almost stopped breathing, answering in a very calm tone, "I have a research report to finish. You should go to sleep first!"
"Sigh, so busy. I forgot to tell you, I'm switching flights with Lao Chen tomorrow. I'm flying to Japan. It's very close; I'll be back in Taiwan by midnight."
"Ah," I asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"It's okay, I still have time to sleep. You go ahead and do your work! I won't bother you." My husband smiled. "I'm going to sleep now."
"Okay," I said. "Goodnight."
After my husband left, I breathed a sigh of relief. My mind was blank.
I had never noticed that the man I married was already a middle-aged man with gray hair. And he seemed to look even older at night.
Suddenly, a young male figure entered my mind.
I turned on my computer and turned on video chat. I also turned on his.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, the connection dropped."
"Could it be that my husband is checking up on me? Hehe."
This young man's guess is amazing!
"No way."
"Wow, that's so exciting! Sis, what if your husband finds out you're having sex online with me? What will he do?"
"Nothing will happen." I replied irritably, "What can he do?
" "Hey~ Sis, you really seem like a woman having an affair, even your tone is different from the past few days, hehe, great!"
"Really?" I asked doubtfully.
"Yeah. Let's not waste time, let's continue making love!"

The boy started fiddling with his body again, a thick male penis that was almost at an 80-degree angle was clearly visible in the video frame, so thick and long, which aroused my desire again, and I put my hand back where it was. I started to caress my body. I imagined my tight hole being penetrated by a huge penis.
Slowly, that feeling rekindled, burning in my heart and body, I enjoyed the pleasure of masturbation, really! Just like that, I quickly reached orgasm again, I never thought I was such a lewd woman.
We didn't stop fantasizing about having sex. The boy trembled, seemingly trying to calm me down. I laughed when I saw him swaying his hips!
Suddenly, I realized that my long-dormant desires had been ignited by a teenage boy.
"I'm dying of laughter," I typed, "your position."
"How about it? I'm cute, right?"
"Yeah," I typed, smiling as I spoke. I could feel the sensuality emanating from that knowing smile. I loved that feeling.
"Sis! Did you climax?"
"Yeah."
"But, I haven't." "
But, I'm tired," I typed.
"Please, can I see your face?"
I hesitated.
He'd already seen my body completely, and now he wanted to see my face too
. "Please, just for a second," the boy pleaded. "Just for a second."
Surprisingly, I didn't refuse him completely. Maybe the tension and panic I felt earlier had been washed away by the climax.
I slowly brought the camera to the computer screen. My hair appeared on the screen—slightly long, straight hair—then down to my face. A moment later, I saw my own face on the screen. Those bright, clear eyes were my proudest feature, inherited from my mother. I know I wasn't born a beauty, nor was I naturally gorgeous; I was just refined and pretty, even a bit popular with men. Since middle school, I've had no shortage of suitors, but because of my impoverished background, I always buried myself in my studies and never took love seriously.

"Ah! Sis, you're so beautiful! So pretty!" the boy said.
I immediately took the camera down. How ridiculous! I can't believe I just revealed my appearance! Was I bewitched by this boy?
"I never imagined there were beauties like you online. You've really shattered traditional notions," the boy said. "The internet isn't the Jurassic Kingdom anymore, hehe. It's really worth showing you. Let me see some more."
"No," I retorted, "I won't show you anymore."
"Please, sis, you're so pretty and sexy. Seeing you makes me want to masturbate again," the boy said.
In the past, I would have found such direct language from men completely uninteresting. However, for some reason, the language of the virtual world didn't feel threatening to me.
Youth is a resource I feel I'm gradually losing, especially since I started dating that boy. Every time I think about the fact that we're more than ten years apart, yet we're doing things I wouldn't even dare to imagine during the day, I feel a little strange.
This kind of virtual emotional affair always hits a bottleneck.
The online lovemaking with the boy always brings me to orgasms that are even more intense than with my husband.
My physical needs are also gradually increasing because of the frequency of orgasms. I feel deeply that I'm increasingly unable to satisfy my deeper carnal desires through video and audio.
Unconsciously, I forgot about my research. The boy's strong, young male body was becoming increasingly sexually attractive to me, and the deeper our familiarity deepened, the more it awakened a dormant part of me.
I knew I could no longer control my body; my sense of chastity as a married woman had reached a breaking point.
Undoubtedly, in this situation, the boy and I would eventually meet, seeking the desire and pleasure that real flesh could bring.
I looked forward to it, to the day my defenses crumbled.
"Sister, meet me," he asked again after a climax in our online sex: "Let's make love for real. How about it?"
I hesitated, the lingering excitement after the orgasm making me want to agree.
I pondered; next Thursday would be the best time. I had no classes that afternoon, and my husband was scheduled to fly to Europe. Could this be a real opportunity for an affair?
Suddenly, a physical desire resurfaced within me—a desire that hadn't been satisfied—or rather, a desire that had never been satisfied.
"Hmm," I typed as if committing a crime, "Next Thursday." Seven days left, oh no. The dates are such a coincidence, exactly the day of ovulation. Could it be the moment that symbolizes being conceived?
"Really? Will you meet me?"
"Hmm, but that day might be a little risky." He probably knew this meant I could get pregnant.
"Great! I won't masturbate for the next few days! I'll save up! You'll love me to death. Maybe we'll even have a baby, hehe."
"Really? These days, young men don't use condoms." I agreed in my heart, but didn't show it.

And so, we arranged a place, and I was about to begin my "forbidden date," an affair.
From that night on, I started to thoroughly take care of my entire body, hoping not to show any signs of aging in front of him. I even bought a vaginal tightening gel and applied it every day. Although I had never had a child, I still hoped to make my vagina tighter and narrower, like a virgin's.
That day, I dressed up deliberately, sprayed on a perfume that would stimulate my desire, wore a jumpsuit and short skirt, and sexy stilettos, as if I were going to attract males to mate, but I still rationally put the condom in my handbag.
Although I have forgotten any of the small talk when we met, I only remember that it was an unforgettable passionate afternoon.

The boy was a good thirty centimeters taller than me, his robust physique a stark contrast to my petite and slender body—a classic beauty and the beast. This exaggerated difference in body proportions only fueled his excitement, and his heightened lust helped me disregard societal norms. "I'm here for an affair," I said,
as we entered the motel room together. Seeing my petite and slender figure, yet dressed provocatively, the boy eagerly leaned in, embracing and kissing me. I didn't resist much; why would I resist?
We held each other tightly, locked in a passionate kiss. I could clearly feel his beastly lust, rising from our intertwined lips to my genitals.
"Did you bring a condom?" I asked tactfully.
"Didn't I say I'd ejaculate entirely into you? Of course not! I've been holding back for so long, it's thick and plentiful!" the boy chuckled mischievously.
He quickly and efficiently removed my clothes, until we were both completely naked.
"Wow! You're so petite! It must be so tight down there, it must feel amazing!"
I liked this direct approach. Since we're here, let's just do it this way, no need to hide anything, it's just physical intimacy.
The boy pulled me onto the bed and started kissing my breasts, slowly moving his kisses all over my body, including my most private parts, which I've never liked my husband kissing. The boy had begged me repeatedly before I reluctantly agreed.
When the boy's private parts touched my genitals, I trembled and felt hot all over. His penis was so big, making me both expectant and afraid. That feeling, for a mature woman who had never truly experienced sexual satisfaction, was like opium; once you take it, you become addicted, sinking into an abyss from which you can't escape.
I was intoxicated by that intimate physical sensation, his lips pressed between my legs.
"I really want to spend the whole afternoon with you," the boy said.
"Okay!" I replied.

A sliver of afternoon sunlight danced through the gap in the closed curtains, sometimes jumping onto the back of the boy's head.
The sunlight was still, but what danced was the movement of our bodies. The wire was forcefully inserted, but in the end, we still didn't need a condom. The intense, stimulating pleasure sent a chill down
my spine. My lower body felt like it was about to tear apart; his penis was so thick and huge! "Sis, I love you. Sister, wife…so tight…it feels so good." The boy's face was pressed against my chest, and I could feel the burning heat of his tongue. Between my legs, his body was tightly gripped. That hard male flesh pressed against me. I could feel his testosterone surging intensely; his naked, unprotected penis seemed eager to plant the seed of life.
A sense of unbridled freedom, an unparalleled pleasure…
"Oh…so big…so good…kiss…darling…I love you…" I gasped and cried out.
I had never said those words before, and I didn't know where I'd heard them.
I remember calling him "little brother," "older brother," "husband," and several other names; I felt that was the intimacy of physical intercourse.

"Sister wife... Sister wife," the boy shouted as he forcefully possessed me, "Are you comfortable? Am I fucking you comfortably? Tell me! Tell me!"
At this moment, I no longer felt that the word "fuck" was a swear word—it was just a pure physical action.
"You're fucking me so well!" I moaned, "Your 18cm big brother is fucking my pussy so good..."
The boy seemed even more excited when he heard my lewd words.
His penis skillfully touched every erogenous nerve inside me, and he pounded into my depths with great force and brutality.
The tip of his penis was very thick, making my whole body go numb. I'm sure most women couldn't withstand the pleasure brought by such powerful thrusting.
"Fuck me to death, I love you fucking me..." I kept moaning this sentence.
"I want to fuck you like this for the rest of my life, fuck you, my dear sister wife... okay... okay?" The boy roared as he thrust into the depths of my body, bringing me even more intense pleasure.

Our naked bodies, intertwined and swaying, were incredibly obscene, the stimulation reaching its peak. " So long...so thick!...Ah
... "Oh~ dear sister~ dear wife~ I'm going to spray it all for you~ dear sister~ I'm spraying it... spraying it~ ah ah... ah ah." The man was aroused, his body bursting with energy. I hurriedly said, "Good brother... stop... stop... ouch... don't go in anymore... quick... pull it out... I can't ejaculate in there today... ouch... don't go in... please..." He didn't care about me at this point, he was in the throes of pleasure and didn't want to stop. Completely ignoring my cries, he thrust in and out rapidly like a storm, my eyes rolled back, I screamed and begged for mercy. What's worse... he used a pillow to raise my buttocks, so that the semen could flow completely into my uterus. I felt him going in deeper and deeper without any intention of stopping or pulling out, and I felt his penis inside me getting stronger and bigger. I knew he was going to ejaculate. I endured the excruciating pain of my vagina feeling like it was about to burst, thrusting my hips high in rhythm with his strokes, pushing upwards to allow him to penetrate deeper. I contracted my vaginal muscles, squeezing them together, determined to reach the very end with him. "Oh..." My vagina gradually contracted, a powerful pleasure washing over me, a feeling of genetic fusion. My hips continued to rise, receiving his thrusts. "Sis! Let's do it together, okay? I really can't take it anymore. I'm going to cum inside your uterus... inside you... until you're pregnant!"

Hearing this, I became even more excited. My vagina contracted violently and spasmed, tightly gripping his penis. It was an expectant desire, like the breeding season for a living being, driven by instinct to reproduce. This pleasure never stopped. The boy kept saying and shouting that he wanted to get me pregnant! I wasn't really paying attention, but the sound of a man's voice in my ear, combined with the physical satisfaction, seemed enough for me to enjoy.
Without hesitation, I accepted his semen that erupted inside me. "Sis! You're so tight! So good! I love you!" the boy said wildly. "Fuck you, I'm going to fuck you, fuck you until you're pregnant!"
"Ah..." When the first orgasm came, I had to use a lot of effort to suppress it so I wouldn't scream.
But the pleasure that rushed to my head made me feel dizzy, confused, and excited. Then, I heard the boy shout, "Sis, I've come, seven days' worth of semen for you! For you! Oh! All inside you!" His ferocious expression revealed his primal lust for procreation.

The gushing torrent of male semen rushed swiftly and unhindered deep into my body, reaching the very depths of my uterus. Millions of sperm, brimming with reproductive power, mercilessly entered my body and fertilized the egg. I arched my buttocks high, my legs raised high, clasping his waist, my vagina pressed tightly against his penis, seemingly welcoming the arrival of the seed.
He continued to thrust wildly while ejaculating, resignedly enduring the sensation. Under the intense physical impact, with the arrival of the semen, I gripped his back tightly, my legs wrapped around his waist like an octopus, receiving the warm, masculine stream that shot into my body, filling my uterus! This brought me to another orgasm. I couldn't hold back anymore, letting out a moan: "Oh! Ah…" I cried out, my brow furrowed, naturally raising my buttocks high to allow the semen to flow completely into my uterus. The feeling was so wonderful, so comfortable; in fact, it was a cry of excitement and satisfaction. It lasted for a very long time. Riding on this intertwined pleasure, I was led to a world I had never experienced before.
Our bodies remained tightly locked, feeling each other's breaths and heartbeats, and their excessively hot body temperatures.
He held me tightly, our lower bodies pressed together, as if trying to impregnate me, thrusting in so tightly that there was no gap, not allowing any semen to leak out. I was already lost in a state of ecstasy. I just let him do as he pleased. He lay on top of me, panting heavily, motionless, but his penis continued to tremble and ejaculate the thick semen he had stored for seven days. I arched my buttocks upwards, straining my vagina to squeeze his penis tightly, trying to squeeze out as much as possible. He used the strength of his waist to push his penis in, sealing my vagina, wanting to keep all the hot, thick, white semen inside me, as if he was determined to make me pregnant with his child. But he ejaculated too much, and some semen still slowly seeped out from my vagina, which was filled with his penis.

After a long while, "Come on, sister." The boy left my body, suddenly grabbed my feet, and lifted my legs together. Oh my god! He actually wanted me to get pregnant, otherwise why would he lift my legs up so that his mature semen, which had accumulated for a week, would stay in my uterus longer? With the contractions after orgasm, at least 90% of the sperm would reach my uterus! My uterus was filled with a large amount of semen that didn't belong to my husband. And I was about to get pregnant. The long-lost feeling of guilt welled up from the bottom of my heart again. "Sigh! I can't worry about that now." I shook my head, trying to get these depressing thoughts out of my mind.
"That should be long enough. Let's take a shower." After lifting me up for almost ten minutes, having completed the task of reproduction, he finally let go, satisfied.
The boy pulled me to the luxurious bathroom. He turned on the tap, and the water jets sprayed onto our naked bodies.
"Ahahaha...it's so cold..." I laughed and shouted.
"Ice and Fire Fivefold Heaven..." the boy laughed.
"What?
" "Haven't you watched TV? Don't you know Ice and Fire Fivefold Heaven?"
I shook my head.
"I'll teach you, don't move," the boy said, spraying water directly onto his genitals.
"What are you doing? Aren't you cold? You're crazy!" I laughed and scolded.
The boy smiled, "Give me a blowjob, sis."
"I don't want to," I laughed, "You were all sticky just now..."
"It's all clean," the boy said, "Hurry up, wife..." He pleaded. I couldn't resist.
I lowered myself, looking at his half-erect penis, which seemed quite large.
"The water's so cold, don't splash me..." I protested.
"Okay," the boy suddenly turned the water up to hot, then told me to "open my mouth."
"Why?" I asked.
"Take a sip of hot water, hurry, take it in your mouth," the boy urged.
"Ice and fire fivefold," I asked.
"Yes, hurry up."
I scooped up some hot water with my palm, swallowed a mouthful, and then took his in my mouth.
His penis was still a little cold, and when the hot water touched it, he cried out.
I don't do this often, but this time I didn't resist at all.
His male body slowly regained its original hardness in my mouth.
"Ah~ wife..." the boy started to shout, "Come on! Come on! Hurry up."
He even grabbed my hair and used my mouth as his genitals, thrusting in and out repeatedly.
"You... don't..." I felt a sense of humiliation from this action: "Don't do this!"
"Oh~ sister, then you have to let me do it again!"
The boy impatiently lifted my body up, making me support myself against the wall with my back to him.
He quickly entered me from behind, and I don't know why it was so easy.
His entry reignited my passion. The feeling was different again.
We made love again in the bathroom.
He held my breasts while entering me from behind.
I turned my head and saw myself in the mirror, being penetrated by the boy I had only met today, my face full of lust. A strange feeling welled up in my heart, so I automatically raised my buttocks higher, allowing him to penetrate deeper.
Finally, the boy ejaculated. Just before he ejaculated, I also had an orgasm, so my vaginal muscles tightened even more, making him unable to endure it any longer and causing him to have an orgasm as well.

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