"I'm a slut, really!"

I truly regret marrying him! My husband is thirty-six years old, seven years older than me. In his prime, he appears robust and imposing, but in reality, he's a coward. Even his most masculine features are tiny, like a mouse's. Back then, I was attracted to his strong physique and married him. He was very proper with women, claiming to be promiscuous but not sexually promiscuous, and he never touched me inappropriately. At the time, I thought he was honest. Given his personality, he wouldn't have dared to touch me before our wedding night, so I never had the chance to touch him, and thus had no idea he was such a liar. Now, I deeply regret it. The worst part is that he runs a private detective agency, and we live in the back office, working eighteen hours a day, taking turns keeping watch on the phone. Working hard to earn money is understandable, but the problem is that despite working so hard, we don't make any money. For a month or two, we even went so far as to not be able to pay our assistants! I was filled with unbearable frustration, unable to vent it. At night, when I tried to sleep, I tossed and turned, my desire rising. My best form of entertainment was to demand my rightful place from my husband beside me. My husband was terrified of my rough hands, so he always slept on his side. Whenever I secretly played cards with the delivery workers next door, a pang of sadness would hit me whenever I drew the "North" tile, because my husband always slept back-to-back with me in bed, like two people sharing the same bed but dreaming different dreams. Those delivery workers were quite lewd; every time they drew the "One of Bamboo," they would make faces at me with wicked grins. One would say it was a "little hole," and another would ask him why he kept touching that "little hole" and never actually played it! When they drew the "Middle," they would make suggestive remarks, saying, intentionally or unintentionally, "Middle! I'll fuck you to death!" While they were talking, I would join in with my own spittle, but they had no idea that I was secretly aroused, because it was my own physiological secret. Back to bed, it's always me who takes the initiative, like a beach landing to seize his flag. I want to raise his flagpole, but he remains lazy, forcing me to continue the landing operation! He mocks me, calling me a gluttonous woman, insatiable, which infuriates me. I've never given birth, and I consider myself muscular and beautiful, yet I'm ridiculed like this—it's infuriating! Speaking of "appetite," it's innate, isn't it? How can you blame me? This brat, so robust, is like a little silkworm; I should be the one reflecting on my own actions. We've argued about our appetites countless times, and each time I'm the one who bows and admits defeat, actively begging him for it, sometimes even having to beg and plead! Alas! I feel I'm unlucky, having married a worthless man! That morning, I got up, put my pants back on, and shoved my boyfriend a few times. He lazily said he felt completely drained, apparently because he'd been too wild last night and might have caught a cold! I was furious. He'd left me feeling utterly helpless last night, and now he was sick because of it! I had no choice but to go to work alone, feeling gloomy all morning! The delivery guy from next door was eating at my place. A guy named Ah Gou came over for breakfast. He was about twenty years old, full of energy, and usually only wore a t-shirt and jeans to work, but this morning he was wearing shorts! "Good morning, Sister-in-law B, a pork chop rice, please!" "What pork chop rice for breakfast? Didn't you eat last night?" "Hehe! Well… a sausage, a big one, extra strong! And a packet of Vitasoy." "Ah Gou chuckled as he looked down at the second and third sections of the card. I wasn't interested in joking around and went to start frying sausages! Ah Gou, being a jerk, followed me into the kitchen, saying he wanted to help. He stood next to me for a while, and I noticed something was off. I looked at his eyes and realized he was staring at my breasts. I was in a bad mood this morning, so I was only wearing a t-shirt and no bra. He looked down at me from above, giving me a clear view of my breasts! I thought to myself: This jerk is really shameless, so I scolded him. He pretended to help, and suddenly pressed his hand against my buttocks! Whoosh, a heat came from behind, and I vaguely felt that he had an extra rod! My heart skipped a beat, and I accidentally knocked over the pot with a "bang," hitting a nearby water bottle and soaking my pants. Luckily, it was cold water, otherwise I would have been a "cooked chicken in boiling oil"!" Taking advantage of the situation, Ah Gou groped me, his hand sweeping between my thighs. I spat, "Hey, are you kidding me?!" Just then, I looked down and realized my pants were wet and transparent. Ouch, suddenly my pubic hair was clearly visible. Ah Gou saw that my scolding tone wasn't genuine anger, and that I had deliberately wet my pants. He secretly rejoiced and launched a sneak attack, pulling down my pants, saying he would dry them for me. My pants tripped me, exposing me. I could only reach up and press my private parts, while his hands gripped my breasts tightly and began to rub them vigorously. I had never felt such pleasure before. Under his rubbing, I involuntarily let out a long, muffled groan! "That brat is in the room, let go!" "I whispered a warning to him, my heart pounding! This reminded Ah Gou that I didn't mind acting, though the place and time were a bit dangerous. For the past two months, Ah Gou had often flirted with me, and because of my frustration, I'd joked back. I never expected him to take advantage of me! Without a word, he picked me up, and I cried out. He carried me into the adjacent bathroom, closed the door, and unzipped his pants. Suddenly, I held a hot, thorny, magnificent, and spectacular life force in my hand—something I'd never experienced before!" I exclaimed inwardly. He pushed me against the wall, and I cried out again. This time it was probably too loud, because after Ah Gou struggled for a while, Si Zi Bao's voice came from the bathroom, asking what was happening! I was so frightened my whole body went limp, clinging tightly to Ah Gou, not letting him move, and shouted to Si Zi Bao, "A huge rat! It seems to have come out of the kitchen!" "A rat!" Si Zi Bao was terrified of rats; upon hearing this, he screamed and ran back to the bedroom! The pleasure of having an affair is indescribable. After that brat left, I felt like every cell in my body was coated with lubricant, so I happily continued what I hadn't finished with Ah Gou! I ate my fill at breakfast, and Ah Gou laughed, "Wow, you have a big appetite!" Even Ah Gou said that about me, so I had to admit that I was a harlot. But it was too late to regret it now. I strangely pushed him to the ground and then ate another hearty meal.

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