[The Era of Promiscuity] Chapter Two

As a housewife, I only have two things to deal with every day: housework and sex.
I got home from school around 11:30. My husband gets home at noon every day, so I have to
prepare lunch within that half hour. There's also some semen left on my genitals, which I need to clean thoroughly. Xiaonan's
father likes to eat lunch while having sex, and I don't want him to see my genitals all dirty.
To be able to have sex anytime, anywhere, I usually stay completely naked at home in the summer, and today is no
exception. I took off my skirt and threw it into the washing machine, then started preparing lunch.
Because my period is late, I haven't been to the market for two days, so we don't have many vegetables left. I opened the refrigerator;
there are three cucumbers left, which should be enough for the two of us.
The main dish is leftover rice from last night, which I put in a stainless steel bowl. I took the rice out of the refrigerator and
also took out the cucumbers. These three cucumbers were brought back by my husband from the market the day before yesterday after work. Even though I told him they
weren't very tasty, he insisted on buying this thick, long variety. His reason was, "If you don't eat them, you can use them
to masturbate."
I'd never paid attention to that before. I'm never short of men; whenever I want
, several penises are vying to penetrate me. Who would think of cucumbers in the fridge? But today is different.
Xiaonan's grandfather went back to his hometown, my brother went on a business trip abroad, Xiaonan's two uncles aren't in the city, and all
the neighbors are at work; I can't even see a dog. What's worse, these thick, long cucumbers really
aroused my desire, which is undoubtedly related to the lewdness at school earlier.
I picked the biggest one and held it in my hand; there was still a lot of moisture around it. I pressed the cucumber end against
my vaginal opening, and a cool sensation made my body shiver. This excited me. I slowly
inserted the cucumber, stretching my vagina open. A strange pleasure emanated from within. I gritted my teeth, exhaling cool breaths.
Cold steam lingered in the space before it was fully inserted, my entire vagina contracting rapidly, tighter
and colder. I bent over, steeling myself, and shoved the entire cucumber inside. The icy sensation spread upwards from my uterus,
and my heart skipped a beat.
I grabbed the cucumber by the end and tentatively thrust in and out. The dry vaginal walls were
painfully scraped by the cucumber's surface. With my other hand, I pinched my clitoris and began rubbing it. Gradually, vaginal fluid began to secrete from the vaginal walls, creating a
warm, lubricated feeling inside.
Once I was fully accustomed to it, my vagina was overflowing with fluid, each thrust bringing out a large amount of vaginal fluid. While
masturbating, I put the rice bowl into the rice cooker, turned it on, and heard a
hissing sound as it heated. In ten minutes, the rice would be ready to eat.
Next, I placed the other two cucumbers on the cutting board, flattened them with a knife, chopped them haphazardly, put them
on a plate, poured in the seasonings, and mixed them. I did all of this with one hand, while my other hand never
let go of the cucumber.
Ten minutes later, I turned off the rice cooker, checked the time—it was exactly 12 o'clock. My husband should be home by now. I
pulled the cucumber out of my vagina and hurriedly ran into the bathroom. The semen on my genitals hadn't been wiped clean, and now there was so much vaginal fluid. I
turned the water heater faucet on full blast, and the water jets carrying the viscous secretions dripped down my thighs
. The white sperm clumps together swirled around the drain opening and then disappeared. After
drying myself off, I came out of the bathroom and happened to run into my husband. Seeing me, a beauty who had just emerged from the shower
, his crotch bulged again.
"You're back," I greeted him, then turned and went into the kitchen, bringing out rice and cucumbers and setting them on the table.
My husband took off his clothes, grabbed a fan, and fanned himself vigorously. "It's so hot outside today, turn on the air conditioner!"
I turned on the air conditioner, and cool air blew into the living room from the vents. My husband hates the heat; every summer, he
turns on the air conditioner and sets it to 24 or 25 degrees Celsius as soon as he gets home at noon. He won't listen to me, I just can't do anything with him.
My husband walked to the dining table, grabbed a piece of cucumber, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he turned to me and asked, "Yuanyuan,
is lunch this simple today?"
"You're kidding, I haven't bought groceries for days. "
"What's wrong ?
" "It's all because of your precious son."
My husband looked at me suspiciously. "Xiao Nan? What did he do to you, clinging to you and not letting you go out?"
"No, it's..."
I denied my husband's guess, but I didn't know if I should tell him the truth. I hesitated
for a moment, then finally decided to confess. I said, "I'm pregnant again, it's his."
My husband seemed not to understand and pressed, "Pregnant with what?"
I didn't know if he was genuinely stupid or pretending. I shyly turned my face away and said, "The baby." My voice was so soft
I could barely hear myself.
"A child!?" My husband excitedly hugged me from behind. "Tell me clearly, are you pregnant with Xiaonan's child?"
His actions startled me. I nodded, my face flushed red. Telling this to my husband
was more embarrassing than telling a stranger.
My husband hugged me tighter, and he whispered in my ear, "This is so exciting, Yuanyuan, you're such
an incestuous slut."
His rapid breathing tickled my earlobe. I couldn't stand this teasing; I felt like my whole body was on fire. I
struggled to turn around in his arms. I could feel the warmth of his chest, and his huge cock was now pressed against my
navel. I looked up to face him. "Yes, I'm a slut, not just incestuous. I
have sex with every man I meet, old or young, fat or thin. This morning I went to school to find Xiaonan, and two
boys ejaculated inside me in class. When I got home, I masturbated with a cucumber until you came back, and then I
cleaned up this filthy cunt." My breathing was also rapid, and it felt like thousands of ants were crawling inside my vagina.
"Do you want to be fucked again, you little slut?"
"Of course, brother, hurry up and put your big cock into your sister's cunt."
My husband picked me up and almost threw me onto the sofa. I stuck out my buttocks, revealing my overflowing vulva. My husband grabbed his cock and
thrust it in with a "whoosh." The huge glans pressed against my cervix. I suddenly remembered Teacher Li's warning and
quickly said to my husband, "Be gentle, be careful of the baby inside."
My husband quickly realized the problem and pulled his penis out a little. Normally, doggy style penetration isn't
very deep, but his penis is so big, and given my petite frame, my vagina
is always completely filled no matter the position. He often jokes, "I'm always so careful, I'm afraid
it'll come out of my mouth if I push too hard."
Although he says that, he's never actually done it, except when I was pregnant with Xiaonan. Every time, he
pushes in with all his might. Sometimes I really feel like I'm going to be penetrated, at least I feel like his glans has already
entered my uterus.
But today he really needs to be extra careful. My uterus contains my and Xiaonan's child, just
like when I was pregnant with Xiaonan. "Shallow entry and shallow exit" is the basic principle I've set for him.
My husband's penis gently thrust in and out of my wet vagina, rubbing against the walls that were glistening with my juices, making soft,
squelching sounds. He lay on my back, intoxicated by my faint scent, which reminded me of our
first time. After my hymen broke, there was a slight pain, and he was thrusting in and out like this, slowly and deliberately, each stroke filled
with deep love.
"Wife?" my husband whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Your vagina is so warm and wet, I don't want to leave. I don't want to ejaculate, and I don't want to go to work."
"Don't be like this, go eat, we can continue after work?"
"No, Xiaonan will be home from school after work, I want to be alone with you."
The initial passion gradually subsided, and now my husband is as docile as a child. Sometimes I really
treat him like my son. He can be affectionate and clingy. I broke free from under him and said seriously,
"No, you have to be good today."
My husband leaned back on the sofa, looking languid, back to his old role. "Okay, okay,
but how can I eat if you don't let me fuck you?"
I shouldn't have spoiled him with this habit in the first place, insisting on eating while fucking him. Now it's a big problem. I scooped out
a bowl of rice, added a few pieces of cucumber, then climbed onto the sofa, positioned his penis at the entrance of my vagina, and
gently sat down. I stroked the penis inside his vagina while feeding him rice. To be honest, Xiaonan wasn't as troublesome as him
.
We ate and did it simultaneously, the meal lasting about half an hour. We changed positions once,
he was on top and I was on the bottom, he was the one thrusting, but I was still feeding him.
The prolonged intercourse left us both exhausted, especially me. After two orgasms, my body felt
completely drained, especially having to feed him—in our family, feeding is considered part of housework.
My hands mechanically moved between the bowl and my husband's mouth, until the bowl was almost empty. After licking
the last grain of rice clean, my husband released his semen with satisfaction, which poured into
my vagina like a flood breaking through a dam. I dropped the bowl and chopsticks, closed my eyes, and fully enjoyed the baptism of his semen.
Over the years, I've always insisted on using condoms with everyone I've had sex with. Last month with Xiaonan was
a special case; unexpectedly, I got pregnant on the first try. Since I already knew I was pregnant, there was no need
for further contraception. This was the first time in years I'd experienced such a satisfying internal ejaculation. I wrapped my
arms around my husband's neck and kissed him deeply. He responded passionately, and we tumbled off the sofa and onto the floor. Luckily, the sofa
wasn't too high, and he landed first.
After lingering on the floor for a while, my husband removed my arms. It was almost time for work, so
we got up and checked the time. It was 5 minutes to 1. He rubbed his eyes; it was already 5 minutes to 1.
He was supposed to leave at 1:30, but he had some documents to process ahead of time, so there was no time to clean himself up.
He hurriedly pulled on his underwear, and I helped him put on his shirt and tie. He then pulled up his trousers and put on his shoes. I
handed him my bag, and he took it and ran towards the door. I called after him, "Don't rush, drive carefully."
He slammed on the brakes, turned around, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, darling." Then he opened the door
and rushed out.
I went over and closed the door, then returned to the living room. After my husband left, I was alone again. The air conditioner
was making me cold, so I turned it off and lay down on the sofa, savoring the passion from earlier. I was finally able to have some peace and quiet
when my stomach started rumbling. Reluctantly, I got up from the sofa. Although
I had no appetite, faced with the mess in the house, I told myself: "I'll eat a little something; I still have to clean up this
mess this afternoon."
As a housewife, almost all the housework stems from my sex life.

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