Women are going crazy too

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can be crazy too - take a look! (Admin reminder: This post was moved to this page by raymondlemon (2007-09-25)) Chapter 1: The Student's Parent Raped Me.
My name is Evan. At nineteen, after graduating from high school, I couldn't find a satisfactory job, so
I took a tutoring job near my home. Unexpectedly, I was deflowered by that heartless parent.
The lecherous wolf who violated me was the father of one of my students. He had a devilish physique and extensive sexual
experience.
He lived in a two-story house. I saw his advertisement in the supermarket advertising his daughter's
tutoring . The advertisement stated that he was tutoring a first-grade elementary school girl
five nights a week.
When I first arrived at her house, I was received by the girl's mother. Seeing that I was well-mannered and upright,
she immediately agreed to hire me for a monthly salary of three thousand yuan. One thing that worried her was that my youth
and beauty might attract her husband's interest, which made her somewhat uneasy.
I learned from my student, Bao Lianzhu, that the man of the house was the head of a bank, and his family was
very wealthy.
Lianzhu was a bright and clever girl; after tutoring her for half a month, we became good friends.
Mr. and Mrs. Zhang's relationship didn't seem very good. Mrs. Zhang was plump and somewhat bloated, with dark
skin and an average appearance. Her biggest hobby was playing mahjong, spending day and night
playing with other ladies, which undoubtedly neglected Mr. Zhang. When he came home from work, his wife wasn't home, so he
took care of himself.
That night, I dreamt I was going to Lianzhu's house to tutor her as usual, but to my surprise, Mr. Zhang opened the door. He
was wearing a bath towel, seemingly having just taken a shower.
"Mr. Zhang is home. Is Lianzhu upstairs?" I asked him.
Mr. Zhang then smiled and said, "Lianzhu and her mother went to her maternal grandmother's house in the New Territories and won't be back tonight
."
I was about to turn and leave when I heard this, but Mr. Zhang insisted that I stay. He said, "Miss, please stay!
I'll write you a check later for your first month's salary." Then he opened the refrigerator and poured me a drink.
I only realized it was champagne when I took a sip. I don't usually drink, so I told Mr. Zhang that I couldn't drink.
But Mr. Zhang insisted that I drink it. He said, "Girls should also learn to drink, otherwise,
they will encounter a lot of trouble in social interactions in the future."
Seeing that he was sincere and enthusiastic, I didn't refuse anymore. Perhaps because champagne tastes good and
is easy to drink, I reluctantly drank the whole glass. Then Mr. Zhang began to tell me about his wife's faults.
I didn't know how to respond. I only said, "It's better for husband and wife to understand each other, deepen their feelings, and
coordinate ."
At this moment, Mr. Zhang suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.
I tried to struggle, but suddenly I saw Mr. Zhang's eyes burning with lust, and he was trembling.
He said to me, "Miss Ai, you understand love so well. You're as beautiful as an angel, like a fairy from the moon.
You're cultured and refined; you're my idol. If I had you as my wife, my bank and my
business would be far more prosperous than they are now."
I tried to break free, but lost my balance. He pulled me back into his arms. Inadvertently, I pulled off the towel he was
wearing .
Oh my god! It turned out Mr. Zhang wasn't wearing anything under the towel; he wasn't wearing underwear. A huge,
dark penis hung there like a club. It was surrounded by pubic hair, and the glans was the size of an egg—
it was enormous.
I glanced at it; it was quite frightening. I dared not look anymore. My heart was pounding wildly; I didn't know
what to do.
Mr. Zhang lowered his head and kissed me. I was so infatuated that I forgot everything, and we started kissing passionately
. I felt a tingling, numb sensation all over my body, and my nipples hardened.
His hands touched my large breasts, which were easily 37 inches in size, and he muttered to himself, "Oh... these
breasts are amazing... so plump... so cheesy... if there were milk... I would eat my fill... no... that
would be so wonderful... too bad... I have no milk to drink... ah... so wonderful..."
It was the first time a man had touched my breasts, and I shuddered as if I had been electrocuted, feeling a tingling, numb sensation all over my body,
and my nipples hardened.
I cried out, "Ah... ah..." "You... you... you're so bad... you can't... I,
I... I'm still a virgin... don't touch me like that... ah... it feels so good... I'm scared... scared...
Mr. ... you... don't... touch me anymore... I need it so much..."
At that moment, my words were so contradictory. At that time, I didn't even know what to say.
When Mr. Zhang heard me say I was still a virgin, his excitement intensified. Hearing me say I desperately needed it, he slowly
removed my clothes.
I didn't know how to resist, nor did I want to. At that moment, all shame was forgotten. In the chaos, I
involuntarily unhooked my front-opening bra.
After I automatically unhooked my bra, Mr. Zhang's mouth descended, first licking my cleavage,
areolas, and nipples with his tongue, then he began to suckle my breasts with great fervor.
It was the first time I'd ever had my large breasts suckled by a grown man like this. I felt a tingling, weak, and pleasurable sensation throughout my body,
waves of pleasure surging through my brain. I couldn't help but moan. I thought, this must be what people call moaning!
"Ah...so good...I...I...love it when you suck...so...comfortable...oh...
oh ...oh...oh...I'm so happy...I'm so happy..."
I saw his dark, rod-like object erect, hard as a pole. I felt both ecstatic
and afraid. What I liked was: I never knew a man's penis could be so hard and so ugly,
much uglier than I had imagined. I really wanted to see it, and unfortunately, this was the first time in my life I had such an opportunity. Seeing the penis I had been longing for
filled me with joy.
What I feared was: it was so thick and large; I had no idea if I could bear it when it went inside me.
If forced it in, would it hurt me to death?
He wanted me to hold that ugly thing and put it in my mouth to suck on it. I refused, and I was too shy. How could a
young woman like me say something like that about how ugly it was? Dream on!
Fortunately, he didn't force me to do that. Instead, he parted my vulva and licked it with his tongue.
His tongue was incredibly agile, licking and teasing, reaching right to my vagina.
I was already wet with vaginal fluid, and even more so with love juice, which had flowed quite a bit. He licked me so
thoroughly, it moved me deeply. Embarrassed, I grabbed his large penis and licked it for a few moments
.
He seemed to enjoy my sucking: "Ah…oh…oh…that's wonderful…Miss Ai…you're
so good …thank you so much…darling…darling…I'll never forget you…I'll give you more money…to buy you some nice
clothes…to make you…more beautiful…more noble…so…so cute…I
want more …I want more…to serve you…to suck your…vagina…"
His tongue first moved around the outer edge of my vagina, then gradually penetrated deeper. He licked my clitoris, then
probed into my peach blossom cave, thrusting here and there, licking here and there.
Besides moaning in pleasure, I was completely lost. I forgot everything else in my bliss. I just held
Mr. Zhang tightly, as if trying to grasp something. At this moment, Mr. Zhang and I became like two fleshy snakes,
tightly intertwined. He held me and kissed me, while his large penis gently pressed against me.
After a while, he slowly loosened his grip, parted my labia with his hands, and then
slowly thrust inside. Because it was my first time, and my vaginal opening was narrow, it wasn't easy for him to enter, and it
wasn't comfortable. In fact, it was because his large penis was so thick.
I involuntarily cried out, "Ouch...it hurts so much...it's uncomfortable...be gentle...
Mr. Zhang ...you're so bad..."
He thought for a moment and then thrust hard, with a "whoosh," his large penis was all the way in.
At this moment, I felt a tearing pain, so painful that tears streamed down my face. After enduring the pain, I thought of
stopping there and not letting him penetrate any further. However, I didn't want to easily give up this opportunity for sexual intercourse, and I wanted to experience
the wonderful sensations of sex. The fear of pain and the desire made me indecisive.
Fortunately, Mr. Zhang's penis stopped there after entering. I slowly felt the flow less and less,
and a strange sensation began to rise within me: it was itchy, sore, painful—it was an indescribable
feeling. I involuntarily shifted my body.
Mr. Zhang sensed my movement and began to slowly thrust in and out. Soon, I felt the pain subside,
waves of mysterious pleasure completely dispelling the previous discomfort, and my vaginal fluids flowed even more freely. He
arched his back, thrusting in and out rhythmically, each movement making me deeply realize how wonderful and pleasurable sexual intercourse could be. My hands frantically scratched and clawed, I hugged his neck, touched his buttocks, and urged him to go deeper. He did as I instructed, always yielding to my every command. I was so happy I didn't know what to say, or how to express the exquisite feeling of being pleasured by his anus. All I could hear was her moaning, sometimes loud, sometimes soft: "Mr. Zhang...you're so good...you're an expert ...the first time...it tastes so...so good...a little harder...ah... ah ah...faster...faster...thrust...I want...uh...oh...oh...it's so good... you're fucking me to death...fuck me harder...fuck me harder...ah ah ah...so good...I...I...I'm going to...I'm going to die...Mr. Zhang...you're so...so good..." He repeatedly manipulated my body, changing angles and positions. He thrust into me, and I think this was the ultimate display of a middle-aged man's passion. Middle-aged men and women have both sexual experience and strong physiques, accustomed to the looseness of a childbearing vagina, suddenly having a beautiful, young, and tight virgin by their side for intercourse, the feeling is indescribable. It can only be glimpsed from the speed of his thrusts and his loud moans. "Ah...ah...so good...such a beautiful woman...it's such a blessing ...ee...ee...ee...Miss...you're so beautiful...my hole...is so tight...so beautiful... it's wonderful...so good...Miss...you're so good..." After about an hour, he was sweating profusely, and I felt exhausted from overexertion. He thrust hard, reaching the very end of my vagina, and then I felt him shudder a few times. His penis, still tightly gripped by my vaginal opening, trembled rapidly, and then... a stream of heat shot into my flower core. I was brought to orgasm by his series of movements. After it was over, I put on my clothes. But then I felt something—what if I got pregnant ? I couldn't help but cry. He comforted me, saying, "Miss, don't cry. I'll love you forever and won't mistreat you. I'll give you some compensation ." Then, he took out a check from his pocket, wrote down 50,000 yuan for me, but I haven't cashed it to this day. He invited me out at least three or four times a week, and every time I saw him, I couldn't help but throw myself into his arms. We often had sex, shared the greatest and most pleasurable pleasure of our lives . I knew this wouldn't end well, but I couldn't decide . Holding the check with Arabic numerals and the colorful banknotes, I was filled with a mix of emotions, both joy and sorrow. This check, this cash, I had exchanged for a girl's most precious virginity. The most interesting thing was: I didn't know if it was shame or pleasure. Only those who truly understand women could judge such matters. Chapter Two: The Wild and Unrestrained Mr. Zhang had a cousin named He Qiang, from the New Territories. He was two years older than me, twenty-one years old this year. He worked at Mr. Zhang 's bank, and was dedicated to Mr. Zhang's business. Mr. Zhang was very close to him, treating him like a brother. Once, he drove to Mr. Zhang's bank to handle some business and was involved in a minor car accident. Although the car was damaged , the injuries weren't too serious. Hospital tests showed there was no immediate danger to his life. Mr. Zhang had vacated a room upstairs for his cousin to recuperate in, so he could take better care of him. The room his cousin was staying in was right next to the room where I tutored Lianzhu. In the evenings , when he had nothing to do, he would come to our room to watch me tutor Lianzhu. He was very polite to me and we often got along very well. When He Qiang first arrived, I didn't pay much attention to him.

After speaking with him a few times, I began to evaluate him from the bottom of my heart. I don't know why,
perhaps I had already sown the seeds of love for him.
He Qiang was a tall, strong, and imposing man. His square face and a pair of bright eyes
made him look quite handsome.
Whenever I looked at him, I saw him staring at me intently. I wondered
if he too was developing feelings of love. To test him, I deliberately said, "Mr. He
, please leave. You're disturbing my teaching!"
"Ah! Miss Ai, so you think I'm a superfluous person, all alone here...
Only when I'm with you... do I feel meaningful... I've fallen deeply in love with you... Don't you...
notice..." After my trick, he finally stammered out his deepest secret.
“Ah! Mr. He, I’m just a temporary tutor for children. How could you possibly be a match for me? Besides, do you
even know me?”
he said. “Miss Ai, if you don’t have a job, you can. I can ask you for
one . We can work at the bank together, and that solves the problem. I want to get to know you better.
As long as we’re attracted to each other and love each other, that’s enough.”
“Mr. He, are you confident I’ll love you?”
“Of course I am. I’m young and handsome, and I have a good job. I’m
the kind of . It’s you, Miss Ai, who has unknowingly touched my heart. I believe that if we were to get
together, we would be as intimate as Lu Bu and Chan Chan, a match made in heaven.”
“There are plenty of beautiful women in the world. Why don’t you love those? Why do you fall for me, this insignificant
schoolteacher I don’t understand. What is it about me that you love?”
"Miss, you possess a unique and beautiful face, knowledge, and a satisfying job. I believe
we will surely achieve great things together. Besides, I primarily love you; I'm captivated by your beauty, and I will cherish
you forever. I don't believe Miss Ai is unmoved by the advances of such a handsome young man like me."
It wasn't that I rejected his advances, nor did I want to refuse him. It was just that I had secretly become his cousin-in-law.
If I were to marry him, and have such a handsome and kind young man take care of my foolishness, it would feel like I was doing
him a disservice.
I was extremely conflicted. A girl who had lost her virginity, paired with a devoted man, was truly a rare and precious match.
However, I felt guilty for having already been deflowered. At the same time, I thought about
how many young women these days were deflowered on their wedding night. How many men wait until their wedding night to have sex with a woman?
Perhaps He Qiang was already a seasoned womanizer.
If that were the case, that would be good. I wasn't a virgin, and he wasn't a virgin either. Eight ounces to half a pound—
neither side is short. A balanced mindset is the best condition for marriage. This way, I can reduce
mental stress and guilt. Living a comfortable life is a beautiful aspiration.
But how can I know if he's a virgin? The only way is to have
sex with him once. Test whether he has sexual experience. If he does, it means he's no longer a virgin and
has played with women.
Then I can agree to marry him with a clear conscience. If he has no sexual experience,
it means he's still a virgin, and marrying him would be a match made in heaven. However, I would owe him
a debt for life.
I whispered to He Qiang, "Mr. He, we can be friends and get to know each other.
It's not too late to get married after we have a solid emotional foundation."
He looked at me happily and agreed.
That day, Mr. Zhang invited me again. After a rather tumultuous performance, he said to me, "
Miss Aiwen, my whole family needs to go to Shanghai on a business trip for the bank. I'll just take my wife and daughter
for a short sightseeing trip. We won't be back for about two weeks. I'll leave the bank business to He Qiang
for the time being . I'd also like to ask you to take care of things at home for now. I promise
you won't be shortchanged when I get back. Your compensation will be more than you'll appreciate."
I agreed. A day later, the three of them set off.
I stayed at Mr. Zhang's house, where I had food and lodging. During the day, I was home alone. When I was bored, I would
turn on the TV. In the evenings, He Qiang would come home from work and chat with me. When the conversation got exciting, we would hug
and kiss.
One was dry tinder, the other a raging fire. Once ignited, who could control the burning flames in their hearts?
"Ah! Darling, you're so cute." He hugged me, made me sit on his lap, and then
kneaded my large breasts with his hands.
I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, and my desire surged: "Ah! Brother Qiang... you're so good."
He unbuttoned my shirt, removed my bra, and took my 37-inch breasts into his mouth.
The sucking on my nipples made me feel lightheaded, and my bones went limp. There was a very hard, large
penis , and I lifted my buttocks and grabbed it in my hand. It felt very thick and hard; it was no less than Mr. Zhang's,
and even much stronger.
"Ah! The thickness of this rod is just so ideal!"
He fumbled for my belt, and my pants and panties were pulled down together. He
fondled my hairy mons pubis with obvious delight: "Ah! Miss's mons pubis is so fleshy, I love it.
It's so soft in my hands, I adore it!"
I couldn't help but undo his belt and underwear. A thick, erect penis appeared before my
eyes , and I was instantly captivated. I immediately took it into my mouth and began sucking on it vigorously. This made He Qiang's
head stand on end, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth wide open.
"Ah...ah...so...comfortable...Miss...so...passionate...this moment
...I...I...will...never...for...life...so...comfortable...so...amazing...so...
good..."
I continued to service him until my cheeks ached before stopping. He pulled me close, placed me on the bed, and turned on
the main light. In the dazzling light, my naked body was displayed before him. He exclaimed ecstatically,
"I only knew Miss... was beautiful on the outside... but I never imagined... she's even more beautiful inside... so beautiful... so radiant... oh
my ... I love her to death..."
"Brother Qiang... don't just stare... what's the use of just looking... no matter how beautiful... you can't... take me away..."
"Eat it..." I said shyly.
"You...you...you...what did you say...what do you want to do..." He Qiang was very
surprised .
"What I want to do...don't you understand...I...I want...I want...I
need ..." I said, both angry and amused.
He Qiang, hearing my signal, pounced on my plump, white, tender
body .
His big cock pressed against my entrance for a long time without penetrating. In desperation, I quickly
parted my labia with my hands, opening my bright red vulva.
He thrust hard, and with a "squeak," it pierced into my hole.
I cried out, "He Qiang...you...you...are too...heartless...you've...
ravaged...my...little...tender hole...ah..."
Actually, my hole wasn't that painful from He Qiang's forceful thrust, but I
cried arouse his lust. Sure enough, upon hearing my cry, He Qiang thrust his big cock
in and out like a torrential downpour, ramming and pounding.
“Brother Qiang…my dear…just…like this…do…use…hard…do…your…
cock…it’s…so…hard…do…my…little sister…it feels…so…good…little sister…
it feels so good…”
“Ah…it’s…so…beautiful…my little hole…is…so…tight…” “
Brother Qiang…you…feel…good…too…good
…too…good…too…good…too…good…too…good…for the first time…I’ve…tasted…the…greatest
…joy…in…life…” He was aroused by my lewdness and said in a wanton voice: “Sister…use
…hard…squeeze…tighten…ah…cock…on…it feels…so good…”
"Yes, yes... just like that... too... tight... oh... I... feel... so... good...
ah... I'm... going... to... heaven... ah..."
At this moment, he was like a lion baring its fangs and claws, thrusting and stabbing with lightning speed, swift as a meteor, heavy as
a hammer , penetrating deep into my core with every stroke. I, too, mustered my spirits, meeting his attacks head-on...
He launched an incredibly fierce assault. Our coordination was seamless, the two of us
intertwined .
He was like a diligent... The hardworking bull, panting heavily, clung to my pussy like a carp's mouth, opening
and closing to swallow his diligently working cock.
I was so wanton, my lust heightened. I'd never felt this good, this
blissful sensation .
Today, I finally experienced the feeling of a huge cock pounding against my heart and lungs. I went crazy, I went wild, I went mad.
Like a slutty tigress, I frantically lifted my hips, strained my belly, and swayed back and forth in pursuit
of his huge cock. Sex brought me unparalleled pleasure and bliss.
“Ah…ah ah…too…not enough…more…faster…faster…faster…
faster…do it harder…thrust harder…ah…go deeper…thrust in…deeper…more intense…
grind…rub…rub…too…not…enough…too…not enough…”
“More…harder…yes…good…it’s so itchy…ah…so good…so good…the…flower
inside …it’s so itchy…it’s killing me…it’s so uncomfortable…”
“Harder…thrust in…deeper…yes…good…enough…good…too…good
…harder…good…good…go in…so good…put it in…so strong…good…husband…I…
must…marry you…to change my life…”
“Your…big cock…is really good…it really…kills me…in this world
…I think…only you…can truly make me…so…ecstatic…so comfortable…it’s so good…
I wouldn’t trade it for the county magistrate…my dear brother…good husband…how’s my hole…does it…satisfy
you…? Does it feel good…can you satisfy me…do you love me…would you marry me…”
He Qiang said in a wanton voice, unable to contain his joy: “Sister…good wife…Evan…good…so good
…your hole…so narrow…tight…and warm…it feels…so good…I
feel so good…you are so good at cooperating…squeezing…my cock…painfully…it’s really good…I love it to death
…I’m so satisfied…I’m determined to marry you…to make you…my wife…I want to fuck you
for a lifetime …”
Birds of a feather flock together, and after half an hour, He Qiang and I … During our intense encounter, he ejaculated, and so did I.
As
He Qiang ejaculated, he let out a hoarse, groaning cry: "Oh...oh...oh...uh...uh...
uh...I can't hold on any longer...little sister...I'm going to ejaculate...clench tighter...ouch...it's coming
...it's coming..."
His deafening moans aroused my intense lust, and I ejaculated like a tidal wave, leaving a mess on
my buttocks and the sheets. We reached our climax simultaneously, entering the highest realm at the same time.
Half a month passed quickly, and Mr. Zhang returned from his business trip to Shanghai. I was invited to accompany him again. From then on,
I was busy dealing with Mr. Zhang's persistent advances and He Qiang's relentless pursuit. Aside from my period
, I was almost constantly occupied.
I didn't know whether this was shameful or honorable; I only knew that my period hadn't come, and a small life had been added to my belly.
I told Mr. Zhang the news, and he was stunned, saying, "Miss, you should have an abortion if you're pregnant
." "
I didn't agree.
I told He Qiang the news, and he was overjoyed: 'Ah, Ai Wen, we have a child!
I'll tell my cousin, let's get married right away!'
Mr. Zhang agreed to my marriage to He Qiang and held a grand wedding for us. Afterwards, he arranged
a job for me as a clerk.
Seven months after the marriage, I gave birth to a baby boy. I
can't remember but he was definitely their cousin's child.
Of course, neither of them knew that I had a second sexual partner. Actually, even if they knew,
what do?
Since I married He Qiang, Mr. Zhang had consciously withdrawn from the harem and never invited me again,
because I had become his cousin's wife.
Chapter Three: The Secretary's Duties Are Inevitably Crazy"
Humans are emotional beings; everyone has desires and passions, especially women. When women are most lonely and empty, it's
the perfect opportunity for men to take advantage. If a husband prioritizes profit over loyalty, or frequently leaves his wife, she can easily become
unfaithful .
I've been married to He Qiang for eight years. I'm now twenty-six and have a son and a daughter.
Life is unpredictable!
After we married, we both worked at his cousin's bank. Five years ago, because Mr. Zhang's
bank was struggling, we both resigned. We used our joint savings
to open an electronics company in Dongguan, Guangdong Province. My husband, He Qiang, went from a bank employee to a
full-fledged businessman! Therefore, he frequently travels from Hong Kong to the mainland for business.
But he feels guilty towards me; he's neglected me these past few years, and that's the truth. I feel
empty and bored.
One day, I suggested to my husband that I go out to work. Firstly, it would relieve my boredom, and secondly, it would allow me to increase my social connections and stay informed about
current events, which would greatly benefit our electronics company.
He Qiang understood my ulterior motives and sympathized with me, saying that prolonged separation between husband and wife could
lead to problems. He arranged for me to work at his good friend Huang Sheng's company as his secretary and
sales manager.
My job involved negotiating business deals and handling other tasks, and I worried I wouldn't do a good job.
My husband jokingly said, "General Manager Huang will teach you how to do it."
I am a generous, warm-hearted, kind-hearted woman who enjoys helping others and has strong needs.
General Manager Huang, twenty-eight years old, was very handsome, practically a prince charming. He was very considerate and
kind to women, often joking and possessing a great sense of humor. He often accompanied me out, which puzzled me. But my husband, He
Qiang, trusted him completely.
At first, I was uncomfortable, but gradually I not only adapted but also grew to enjoy the job. Every evening,
I would go to a restaurant or karaoke to relax. Life actually became quite pleasant.
After , my outlook on life underwent a significant change. Things that seemed impossible actually happened, and
it happened to me.
General Manager Huang was indeed very busy, carrying a heavy burden, and his work ethic was extremely serious. During the day, he
was constantly answering phones and assigning tasks to staff in the office building. Almost every evening, he entertained customers.
Although he was very busy, he took great care of me, cherishing and being considerate. He told me not to work too much
, to take care of my health, and to rest more. He was worried that I wouldn't be able to adapt to this busy and monotonous
work .
General Manager Huang cared about me deeply, both professionally and personally. He treated me even better than my own husband, He Qiang
. Unconsciously, I developed a strong liking for him and began to fall in love.
This happened on General Manager Huang's birthday: to avoid extravagance, he simply wanted to quietly celebrate his 29th
birthday, only inviting my wife and me to his home to offer our congratulations.
That day, I washed and styled my hair early in the morning. To show the solemnity of the occasion, I wore a very
beautiful and high-end evening gown.
It was made of black lace, with a very low-cut neckline, forming an inverted V-shape, and I wasn't wearing a bra. The waist
and hips were clearly defined, and my two plump, snow-white thighs were clearly visible. I looked at myself in the mirror,
dressed so alluringly, and I couldn't help but laugh. I thought to myself, even brides at their weddings aren't this
beautiful.
My husband, He Qiang, and I were preparing to go to Mr. Huang's house when we suddenly received a
long-distance call from the Dongguan electronics factory. They said that our factory workers were on strike and that He Qiang needed to go to Dongguan immediately to mediate the situation. Originally,
someone at the Dongguan electronics factory was in charge, but the person in charge was on a business trip to Southeast Asia to arrange a shipment that needed to be cleared before Christmas. He
Qiang was very disappointed. In his haste, he insisted on going to the Dongguan electronics factory immediately and told me to go to Mr. Huang's house by myself. He
told me that he wouldn't be back for a few days.
I pouted and said, "I just got back this morning, and now I have to leave again. I miss you so much! Why don't you stay
here and let me relax a bit? Leave early tomorrow morning!"
He said, "Darling, it's urgent, there's no time to lose. Why don't you go celebrate Mr. Huang's birthday yourself?
When you get to Mr. Huang's house, explain to him that I have important business in Dongguan and won't be back for several days!
Please congratulate him for me! Remember, have a few drinks with him, and if you want to relieve your boredom, let Mr. Huang keep you company."
After we parted, we went our separate ways: he went to Dongguan, and I went to Mr. Huang's house.
When Mr. Huang opened the door for me, seeing how beautiful I was, he stared wide-eyed at my barely visible
breasts and swallowed a few times. He complimented me, saying I was beautiful and sexy: "Oh... Miss Ai... you look so beautiful today,
I almost didn't recognize you... When I looked at you for the first time, I thought you were a fairy descended from heaven to my
door I'm so lucky!"
I smiled charmingly and said, "Are you done, General Manager? Can I come in now?"
Realizing his rudeness, he quickly smiled and invited me in. After we sat down in the living room, I first gave him a very passionate
kiss, wished him a happy birthday, and conveyed He Qiang's feelings to him. Mr. Huang was overjoyed,
accepting my passionate kiss with more joy than if he had gained a nephew. He turned on the karaoke machine, and immediately
Zhang Manyu's melodious songs filled the air. We sang and drank, having a great time.
He suddenly suggested that after he changed into a sweater in the bedroom, we dance together.
I readily agreed to his suggestion. In my teenage years, I loved to dance. He said
he didn't know the dance steps, so I taught him by dancing "The Sucker Rabbit."
Slow music played, and we started dancing slowly. We swayed and moved to the rhythm of the music,
chatting .
During our conversation, he revealed that he had been divorced from his wife for over five years and was very lonely living alone. He also said that he
hadn't had as much fun as tonight in five years. "Evan, you were very sexy tonight, especially very
feminine . Thank you! You spent a wonderful time with me on my birthday tonight. I'm very grateful to you. I have a request, I don't know
if it's okay."
I asked him what it was
, and he said, "I...I don't know...would you be willing to take things further with me?"
"Further what?"
"To accompany me...to accompany me...to play some sexual games."
I felt hot all over, my face flushed, and I nodded silently in agreement.
He immediately hugged me tightly and gave me a deep kiss. I understood and opened my mouth, letting him kiss me as he pleased.
The kiss lasted for several minutes, until I was almost breathless. I hurriedly pushed him away and said, "Mr. Huang...
I... I... I'm so nervous... so scared... You're too... bold..."
He quickly bowed to me and said anxiously, "Miss Wen, have pity on me... have pity on me... I haven't tasted a woman's flavor
for years ..."
I said to him, "There are so many beautiful women in the world, you could just pick one up and you wouldn't become a sex-starved man!"
He said, "I'm too busy with work. First, I don't have time, and second, I don't feel anything for those wanton women. Since
my divorce, I've only relied on masturbation to satisfy my sexual desires, but how can masturbation solve the fundamental
problem ?"
At this moment, I felt his hard penis, already erect, pressing against my lower abdomen.
This made my long-unsettled heart start to wander, and I began to have inappropriate thoughts.
I thought to myself: It seems I'm destined to have sex with him today; it's probably unavoidable. If he seduces me again
, I'll have tasted the flavors of three men, and then I'll become a complete
slut. But then I thought: It's okay, my husband won't blame me. Otherwise, he wouldn't have arranged for me
to work under Boss Huang; he just wants to indulge me and compensate me. As a woman,
it's not unreasonable for me to have only tried three men's penises in my life!
He said he never solicits prostitutes and loves me very much, and I was so excited by what he said that I became extremely aroused. Facing
this handsome man who looked like a prince on a white horse, I felt an itch in my heart and wanted to devour him whole. I suddenly felt sorry for him, this
lustful , and I already had a good impression of him. In a moment of impulse, I grabbed his
already hard and hot penis between his legs. It was indeed as handsome as he was, thick, big, and long. I thought that I would definitely
experience an unprecedented and unparalleled pleasure. Huang Sheng's hands lingered on my buttocks, while his large mouth vigorously licked and kissed
my face, neck, shoulders, and earlobes. This aroused me, and I became wildly lustful. A trickle of fluid flowed from my lower body, like a stream running down my thighs uncontrollably. Suddenly, I steeled myself, fell into his arms, tilted my head back, and stared at him with wide, yearning eyes. Huang Sheng pounced on me like a hungry tiger, kissing, embracing, and caressing me frantically. I happily enjoyed the tingling sensation that spread throughout my body like an electric current. I felt a unique kind of pleasure from being cared for by a man other than my husband . An extramarital affair was far fresher and more enjoyable than a marriage. I let him tease me wildly , offering no resistance and reciprocating with tenfold passion. He made sucking sounds like "Oh, oh": "Ah...ah...uh...uh...good...good... so good...I feel so...pleasant...oh...so good...my muscles...are all weak...Manager Huang... you're so good...uh...uh...I can't take it..." I could tell he'd been craving sex for a long time, hadn't used any prostitutes before! And his flirting skills weren't very good either. He placed his hands on my chest, touching me through my evening gown. How silly! Wouldn't it be easier to just put his hands inside and touch my breasts directly than through my clothes? That would be much more enjoyable! At that moment, I had completely forgotten that I was a married woman, only thinking about having fun with my new boyfriend. Since I started working for him, he had been so good to me, I couldn't forget it. To express my gratitude, I mustered up my courage and gently slipped . Instantly, my upper body was exposed to Mr. Huang (I wasn't wearing a bra). I anticipated his next move. He opened his mouth and took my breast in, suckling like a baby nursing. My breasts were my most sensual and easily aroused area. His suckling excitedly made me unzip my pants, allowing him to attack me more boldly, easily, and fiercely. He was surprised at how well I maintained my body; at twenty-six, my skin was as delicate as a sixteen or seventeen- year-old girl. He kept praising my figure and removed the only clothes I was wearing. I quickly removed his clothes as well, revealing his strong, muscular physique. I truly didn't understand why I was so bold, so tender, so wildly passionate tonight. Perhaps it was because I had fallen deeply in love with him. Before, I had been deflowered by Mr. Zhang, and I was married to He Qiang. I had only slept with two men in my life, and now I had a third new sexual partner, so I was very excited. I saw that in his passionate response, he was eager to possess me. I half-opened my lustful eyes, stretched out my arms, and embraced his strong body , gazing at the third man who could possess my life. My lower body was already a vast ocean, dripping with lustful fluids onto the ground with a "drip-drip-drip" sound, soaking the evening dress that had fallen to the ground. Just as he was about to rush in, I instinctively pushed him away, my legs went weak, and I knelt before him. I pulled his large penis, about an inch longer than He Qiang's, and shoved it into my mouth. I swallowed it whole. I . His penis had now become my hobby, a habit, a necessity before every time I made love with He Qiang. I never dreamed that in the eight years since our marriage, I, who had always been pure and devoted to my husband, would accept Huang's intrusion. And I was so wanton and lewd; even my own husband had never truly enjoyed my wantonness. It must have been difficult for my husband to be like this; I must make it up to him from now on. I faced Huang Sheng head-on, each of his thrusts bringing me more joy and excitement than He Qiang had ever , along with a strange, inexplicable sense of novelty. The taste of infidelity is often so wonderful; no wonder so many girlfriends divorce for extramarital affairs, for the thrill and excitement of novelty, only to get bored divorce again, and find new lovers. After the storm, he regretted it, saying he was sorry to He Qiang. I calmly comforted him, saying, " What 's done is done. It's our fate. Let's take it one step at a time." I also confessed my feelings to him; I truly loved him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have done it. I have no regrets, and I will never back down no matter what the future holds. Because he gave me the greatest happiness and enjoyment of my life. Now, thinking back to the scene of his enormous penis thrusting vigorously inside me, I feel so comfortable.

He pressed me down onto the sofa, bent over, and thrust his rock-hard penis into my vagina, pumping in and
out over two hundred times without stopping. The penetration made my itchy vagina incredibly itchy, arousing me to the point of ecstasy. He
thrust forward relentlessly, and I thrust upward with all my might. He plunging in deeply, then pulling out quickly.
I shook my head wildly, swaying my head wildly, moaning softly, as if crying out to the heavens: "Ah...oh...
oh...so good...it's so itchy...harder...further...into...oh oh oh...it feels so good...ah ah...oh oh oh...
eh eh eh...I'm climaxing...I'm climaxing...I'm leaking...I'm going to heaven...it's so beautiful...be bold...thrust in...go
in...the deeper...the better...mmm...it feels so good...it's so itchy...thrust in...the deeper the better...mmm...it feels so good...
I love you...take a break...I love you...hurry...hurry up...you're killing me...good lover...little sister...you're
killing me..."
"No need to rest...I can hold on...you just...love...feel good...my pussy is so beautiful...tight
and hot...gripping my glans...so comfortable...little sister...we'll enjoy...enjoy together..."
I placed a pillow under my buttocks, raised my vaginal opening, and lifted my legs high. This allowed for even deeper penetration.
“How is it… good brother… does it feel good… comfortable… keep going… relieve
the itch… release… release… five years of pent-up desire… today… you must indulge yourself… comfortable…
comfortable… good brother…”
“Good sister… you’re really good… this feels so good… powerful… deeper… my desire…
orgasm… quite comfortable… I’ll fuck you hard… suck it tight… squeeze tighter… even more comfortable… even more stimulating…
little sister… faster… faster… enjoy it to the fullest…”
Forty minutes later, Mr. Huang couldn’t take it anymore and was about to ejaculate. Seeing that he couldn’t stop himself from ejaculating
, I tried my best to tighten my crotch and my vaginal opening to clamp his penis, and I thrust wildly.
He cried out, “Wow… so powerful… so tight… sucking so hard… mmm…
ee… ee… little sister, suck harder… suck more…” He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and
kept hard. He convulsed, ejaculating his precious sperm deep inside me.
We both climaxed simultaneously, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, our bones melting. At that moment, I felt an unparalleled
sense of triumph, a peak of ultimate bliss.
During our rest, he carried me to the bathroom to shower. Afterwards, he carried me to the bedroom and laid me flat on
the luxurious spring mattress. I noticed a large 24-inch photograph of me on his bedside table,
my smile natural and lifelike. I asked him where he got the photo,
and he said shyly, "It was taken secretly. Seeing the photo at night is like seeing the real me."
He even kissed my picture, fantasizing about making love with me while masturbating. He said he masturbates
to .
Hearing him say this, knowing how much he loved me, I was moved to tears. Half-crying and half
-laughing , he said, "Darling, from now on, don't masturbate to my picture anymore. Just call me when you miss me, and I
'll come play with you, okay?"
That night, we truly didn't waste a moment. The caressing and making love never stopped. We both seemed to have
inexhaustible energy, going at least seven or six times. It was the happiest and most enjoyable night of my life.
The next morning, he told me not to go to work and to rest. I rested for three days straight, playing sexual games with Huang Sheng for three
consecutive nights. He Qiang was returning from Dongguan the next day, and for the last time, Huang Sheng
was even more eager and cherished it.
I thought to myself: as long as I can satisfy the sexual desire of this new sexual expert, I'll do anything. Women
are naturally wondrous creatures. In the past, if a strange man glanced at me, I would call
him a pervert. But tonight, I volunteered to serve Huang Sheng: to suck his penis. And I stipulated that his
semen could only be ejaculated in my mouth, not inside my vagina. That night, twice, just as he was about to
ejaculate , I held it in my mouth and swallowed it.
He thanked me profusely, calling me "Little Mother": "Oh, oh, oh... Wen... you're so good... you love me so much... I
love you so much... Little Mother... you're so good... I'll never forget... your feelings... ee... ah... ah...
ah..."
He thanked me profusely, calling me "Little Mother": "Oh, oh, oh... Wen... you're so good... you
love me so much... Little Mother... you're so good... I'll never forget... your feelings... ee... ah... ah...
ah... so noble... so great... you're even better than my mother... Little Mother... thank
you so much..."
After I swallowed his semen twice, he was deeply moved. Around midnight, to thank me and repay
me, he made me lie on my stomach with my body raised, and he licked the mysterious little hole between my buttocks. This mysterious little hole, it's
mysterious indeed. It wasn't mysterious, nor was it mysterious. It depended on who you were talking to.
To most people, it was mysterious, but to my husband, Mr. Zhang, and especially Mr. Huang,
it lost its mystique. They knew my insides better than I did, so it held no mystery for
them .
I understood what he meant, so I lay on the bed, raising my buttocks high. From my anus to the opening, I let him lick me. He
licked until I was dripping wet and a complete mess.
He wanted to play a game of anal penetration, and I agreed, saying, "Whatever makes you happy."
He made me reach behind him, grab his big penis, and forcefully shoved it into my anus
, thrusting hard.
"Ouch...it hurts...it doesn't hurt...that would be a miracle...ouch...ouch...ouch...ouch...my anus
..."
Although it hurt a lot at first, I felt a warm feeling in my heart. After all, we truly loved each other.
Chapter Four: The Vast and Arrogant Husband
It's been almost a year and a half since I first made love to Huang Sheng. I know I've wronged He Qiang;
I've lost interest in him, probably because I'm fickle. Up until last night, in that year and a half, I've only
made three times, and each time it was a reluctant obligatory act, something I was forced to do. He Qiang also sensed
something was wrong.
Tonight, he asked me to have a heart-to-heart talk, and I cried as I told him everything. I had no reservations whatsoever; at worst,
I'd get a divorce. After the divorce, I'd get together with Mr. Huang and be a permanent couple—it would be much better than this affair
.
I could only blame him. On the day of Mr. Huang's wedding, he instructed me to make him happy and to give him his favorite
big gift. I never imagined that the big gift I could give him would be a person—his wife. He's taken this living
, breathing person; my life is so miserable! The more I spoke, the more I cried, becoming increasingly incoherent.
He didn't blame me; instead, he asked me if I was happy and satisfied when I made love with Mr. Huang.
I replied, "It's more than just being happy and satisfied... it's reached the point where we can't bear to part... it's hard to separate... A day apart
feels like three autumns... Three days apart... we both... can't concentrate on work... And every night... I miss him...
making love with you... I fantasize about... Huang Sheng, otherwise, if I don't fantasize that you are Huang Sheng... I have no energy at all...
Even so... I can only barely be with you... once every six months... I... I... am so unlucky... If it weren't for you making me go alone...
how could I be in this situation today..."
I told He Qiang frankly and without any concealment: "Everything has happened. And it's so
deeply rooted , do whatever you want... If you want a divorce... I agree... If you want to kill me... you can...
It's better to be dead than to live... we can't be together..."
Strangely, He Qiang didn't react impulsively. He was very rational and calm, asking me, "If you truly share the same interests and
have feelings for each other, as long as you two don't conspire to harm me, you...you want...to do...whatever...you can...do
...it's up to you...I'm...a sensible person...feelings...are hard to explain...I...am willing...to be cuckolded...not to break
you ...as long as you...explain it clearly..."
I could see that he was enduring his greatest pain and making the biggest concession. After a calm discussion,
He Qiang complied with everything I said, because neither of us wanted to escalate to divorce and become a laughingstock. We decided to
temporarily the status quo and coexist peacefully, waiting to see how things developed before making further plans.
He Qiang allowed me to spend three nights a week at Huang Sheng's place, which were Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
I would stay home with He Qiang on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. If He Qiang wasn't home, away on business, I could also happily spend time with Huang
Sheng. As for Sundays, I could choose freely.
My husband's actions were tantamount to explicitly stating that I had almost complete control. I never imagined my
husband , He Qiang, could be so noble, willing to compromise for anything. He truly cared for me, wanting to
give me the greatest satisfaction, both spiritually and sexually. His noble act deeply moved my heart and filled me with tenderness.
From then on, when we made love, I treated him with sincerity, but I couldn't betray my conscience and treat him as
a mere formality . I treated him with the same fiery passion I had during our honeymoon. Our time together became more
enjoyable.
However, Huang Sheng didn't dare to see He Qiang again. He was overwhelmed by my husband's affection but lacked the courage to speak to
him directly , so he sent him gold watches, gold bars, motorcycles, and other valuables through banks and post offices.
My husband never spent this money; he kept it as a keepsake.
He Qiang, I truly thank you from the bottom of my heart; you are the greatest husband in the world!
Thinking about it carefully, I realize how worthless and insignificant I am as a woman, but feelings are hard to explain, so I can only
sigh—"helpless." I want to thank my wonderful husband, He Qiang, again.
In recent years, inflatable dolls have appeared on the market, indistinguishable from women in appearance. They can help
single men alleviate loneliness, relax their nerves, and are the best companions for bachelors. To address the growing
psychological and sexual needs of single men traveling to other places for work, many shops sell these inflatable dolls. They are actually
inflated balloons; once dressed up, they resemble graceful young women, capable of taking on the responsibilities of a wife.
As a "substitute wife" gift, I bought one for my husband, He Qiang, and sent it to Dongying City after he tried it out.
He often travels to the mainland, staying for days at a time,
unlike at home. Without a woman's company, how can he manage? Besides, the mainland is very feudal, and there are no brothels, so
it's not easy for my husband to release his pent-up desires.
This inflatable "substitute wife," after Huang Sheng's trial, is quite ideal. She not only has
the beauty of a young girl but also has a unique genital. What's so great about this artificial genitalia is that it's made of a
special material, mimicking the skin of a young girl, complete with a mons pubis, pubic hair, and an opening, and fitted with electronic devices. When
a man's penis is inserted into its opening, it will make coquettish moans and groans like a real woman.
If you thrust hard, it will moan loudly. It's quite invigorating to use.
That day, I bought "Substitute Wife" and had Huang Sheng try it out. Huang Sheng made love to her like a real woman. He stripped her
naked , revealing skin and genitals just like a real woman. Except for the lack of blood and emotions,
everything else about her was just like a real person. Huang Sheng inserted his large penis into its opening and thrust for a while.
Unexpectedly, the substitute wife could speak: "Ouch... Ahhh... It's so itchy... My dear husband...
My love... Harder... Fuck me... I feel so good... Please... Go deeper... I love you so much... Mmm...
Kill me... I feel so good... It's so good... I can't stand the comfort... Quick... Quick... Shoot it out!"
The trial was successful. After rinsing and releasing the air, I sent it to my husband. From He Qiang's letter, I knew he
had a lot of fun with this "substitute wife." He thanked me, saying I had made up for it.
Men and women have many reasons for sleeping together, often unimaginable. It might be because of wealth, or
because of thoughtfulness, or even because you brought him a flower. In short, it's for
reasons you wouldn't even consider. As the saying goes: for every reason, there's another. Orgasms and sexual desire made me endlessly pursue men.
Later, I slept with several men. Among them were thugs, students, old men, and
middle-aged men. I already have two husbands. Why then do I sleep with other men? It's simple:
I like new people and dislike old friends.
Last Saturday, I really wanted to sleep with a man because I really liked his
strong, muscular physique. We had played tennis together before. His sheer power made it impossible for me to concentrate
on the game. Unfortunately, he was indifferent to me and wouldn't give me a chance to get close. That night, I
had to go see Huang Sheng, fantasize about him, and then have a satisfying time with him.
There's another man who loves to sing. Whenever I hear him humming a tune, I become distracted and
can't help but sleep with him. Anytime, anywhere, just hearing his singing voice arouses
a strange desire in me, and I'm willing to sleep with him anytime, anywhere.
Timing is crucial. When I finish work smoothly, I feel cheerful and
full of energy. I'm always waiting for a romantic encounter, ready for a passionate lovemaking session. Conversely
, I'd rather masturbate, and kick anyone who barges in.
It's not intentional. But recently, the three boys I've slept with all have
hard, erect penises and nimble tongues. They take turns servicing me, and I'm incredibly happy. Sometimes,
I'll respond to each man's requests when I feel the need, provided, of course, that he attracts me and arouses my
interest. Besides that, there's another important element—the feeling of being loved and deeply penetrated.
The other day, a male client invited me to his apartment for
a . The food and atmosphere were incredibly enticing. Coupled with his generous and rapid sexual advances, I willingly took off my clothes
and let him play with me naked all night.
To date, I've had over ten extramarital husbands! But that's not enough; there needs to be a rapid increase
. I'm determined to enjoy—big…small…old…young…coarse…fine…long…short…
black…white…
from fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys to sixty or seventy-year-old men, I want to taste them all. I'm not a prostitute,
but I want to do what prostitutes do. Not a whore, but a harlot. Of course, middle-aged men are my
prince charming; they're as strong as mountains, as powerful as oxen, sexually experienced, and can last a long time, making me ecstatic,
ecstatic—it's truly exhilarating. Therefore, middle-aged men of similar age are my primary
targets.
[The End]

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