Fallen Wife

(I) Introduction
My husband and I are both honest and ordinary people. We bought a house and got married in this city through our own hard work. Our married life is quite uneventful, although we occasionally have some fun, but rarely. Due to work, my husband is often away on business trips, and I work and do housework at home alone, surfing the internet in my spare time.
The house isn't big, so the computer is in the bedroom. Because the city is quite hot, I like to draw the curtains and walk around naked when I'm home alone. But outside, I'm definitely a conservative person; my clothes are very traditional, and I rarely even wear miniskirts.
One day, I was surfing the internet naked in the bedroom when I suddenly received a system message on QQ. A stranger had requested to add me as a friend. I habitually double-clicked it, and the reason for the request read: "I want to have sex with you." I despise this kind of boring man who harasses people everywhere online, and I clicked "decline" without hesitation. But QQ immediately disconnected, and the computer automatically shut down. Because similar situations had occurred before, I didn't pay any attention. I restarted my computer, went online, and opened QQ. A
familiar message tone came from QQ. I looked and saw a new friend named "Playboy"—the same number I had just rejected.
I opened the message box. "Why did you reject me?" he asked.
"How did you add me?" I asked anxiously, because I had seen news about QQ account theft before, and I was afraid he had stolen my account.
"I have your QQ number and password," he sent a sly smiley face. "I've already taken control of your crappy computer. I've seen everything on it, and I know your and your husband's names and workplaces." My head suddenly throbbed. I didn't know how to reply. My mind
raced, and I quickly thought of finding someone to fix the computer. "Want to have your computer reinstalled?" he seemed to read my mind. "I'll show you something," he said.
Soon, some small pictures came from the other end of the computer. I was stunned: they were all photos I had taken naked at home. There were photos of me walking naked in the bedroom, photos of me sitting in front of the computer, and even a few pictures of my husband and me having sex in bed. Although they were taken through a webcam, some were not very clear, but the ones I posted online were very clear: I was sitting naked in front of the computer.
"What do you want?" I typed these words with trembling hands.
"I just want to tell you not to try to reinstall the computer or do anything else to stop me, and don't delete me from your friends list." He replied quickly, "That's all for today, let's chat again when we're free, bye." I don't know how I logged off or got into bed. My mind was blank, and I kept thinking about what he wanted to do.
The next day, I overslept without realizing it. I hurriedly got up, washed and put on makeup, and rushed to work. I was absent-minded all day, and I didn't dare to log on to QQ, which I always used to log off at work.
(II) Falling into the Trap

For several days in a row, I didn't dare to turn on the computer. That day, because I hadn't finished some work, I had to go back to work overtime. As soon as I turned on my computer and connected to the internet, QQ automatically logged in, and a message from "Playboy" popped up: "Why haven't you been online for several days?"
After a few days of calm, my mind started to clear up a bit. I knew I couldn't be weak; I had to get him off my computer, or I'd never have peace.
"What exactly do you want?" I calmly typed, "Peeping into other people's privacy is illegal. Be careful, or I'll report you to the police." "Heh," he replied with a grinning emoji, "Go ahead, who can find me? As long as you're not afraid I'll send these photos to your workplace and then forward them to all your friends on QQ." He typed my name, workplace, and workplace address into the message box, easily breaking down all my defenses.
QQ uploaded a video request. "Accept it quickly," he urged from the other end of the network.
I mechanically clicked accept. A light yellow t-shirt appeared in the video window; I couldn't see his face. The background seemed to be a bedroom with wooden floors.
"Why are you dressed so neatly today?" A deep baritone voice came from the speaker.
"What exactly do you want?" This was the only question I could think of to this strange intruder.
"I want to fuck you, didn't I say that when I added you?" he shamelessly replied. "I've been watching you for a long time. You're not particularly pretty, but you have a certain charm. Your breasts aren't big, but they're very firm." Blood rushed to my head. I felt like I'd been stripped naked and placed in front of him, not knowing what to say.
"Take off your clothes. I still prefer you naked," he said calmly from the other end of the computer.
"You, you... shameless." I trembled with excitement.
"Haha," he laughed, "I just want to see you, nothing else. Anyway, you have all these photos in my hands. Aren't you afraid I'll tell your husband that you were having a nude chat with someone while he was away on a business trip?" "You, you, you're talking nonsense," I cried out. "Whether you
talk nonsense or not is up to you. Why are you being so long-winded? Are you going to take your clothes off or not?" he threatened.
Although I couldn't see his face, I could imagine his lewd eyes and shameless expression. Taking off my clothes in this situation was no different from undressing in front of a stranger; I simply couldn't do it.
"Hurry up," he urged on the other end, "I've already added your boss as a friend. He's online right now, and if you don't take your clothes off soon, I'll send him a picture of you." He softly uttered the online name of our office director, Li Tao.
I glanced at it, and sure enough, just as he said, Li Tao was online.
"No, no. I, I'll take them off," I cried out.
Not being able to see his face or know his identity made me feel a little better. With trembling hands, I unbuttoned my coat, then my pants. Only my underwear remained, and I hesitated. He didn't seem to be in a hurry on the other end of the computer; the room fell silent, save for the buzzing sound from the computer case and the sound of his heavy breathing.
This silence broke me. I gritted my teeth, unhooked my bra, and tremblingly pulled down my underwear. I was completely naked before him. I closed my eyes, tears streaming silently down my face.
"Not bad, not bad," he clicked his tongue, "Even though I've seen it many times, I still like your figure." "Please let me go, I've done everything." I pleaded, crying.
"Let you go? Haha," he laughed, "I haven't even started yet." "Then, what do you want to do?" I repeated.
"Nothing much, seeing how shy you are usually, and how far away you are when you're having sex with your husband, you can't see very clearly. Let me have a good look today and I'll let you go." I was already a lamb to the slaughter, with no room for bargaining. I could only do whatever he said, hoping it wouldn't affect my life and work.
(III) Brainwashing
"How about this," he said, "I have no other intentions, you just read some novels to me every day." He sent a compressed file from the internet.
I opened it and saw the name, and I knew it wasn't any proper novel. It was something like My Exposed Wife, The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Breast Fetish Boy, My Experience of Cheating, The Three Sisters of Takagi... There were several hundred of them.
"These are all my treasures. From now on, you can read some novels to me every day," he said.
"Yes, yes," I replied softly.
"Then let's start today." He leaned back in his chair, his chin visible on the video.
I randomly opened a novel and began to read it aloud softly. The content made me blush. Whenever I read words like "penis," "pussy," "fuck me," "pink nipples," or "clitoris," my voice would soften and my face would burn.
Naturally, I didn't finish my work that night and had to rush to submit it at work the next day. From then on, whenever my husband wasn't home, I would read him his novels. It slowly became a habit, and I wasn't as nervous when I sat naked in front of him on the computer; it felt like just work.
When my husband was home, he was tactful and never contacted me. But I could clearly feel the change in myself. Every time I made love with my husband, I would think of the novels, of the women's passionate screams and wanton indulgences, and I would moan involuntarily.
More than two months passed in a flash. I couldn't remember how many novels I had read to him—all kinds of genres and themes: infidelity, school life, rape, group sex, domination, incest. Sometimes I can't help but wonder: Are these novels true? Can women really reach so many orgasms?
(IV) Masturbation

On this day, as usual, I sat in front of the computer, ready to read a novel to him.
"I won't read it today," he said.
I was stunned and didn't react for a moment. "Today, you masturbate for me to see," he said.
Although we had been together for more than two months and I was used to him watching my naked body on the other end of the line, and I was used to communicating with him, I was still stunned.
"Like in the novels, masturbate for me to see," he said. "I haven't seen your vagina for so long, it's always covered by hair. Today, you masturbate for me to see." I hesitated for a moment because I had never masturbated before and didn't know where to start.
"Let's start with the breasts," he instructed. "Hold your breasts with both hands and rub them hard." I subconsciously put my hands on my breasts. My breasts were not very big, just big enough for one hand to hold. I held my breasts with both hands and rubbed them gently, without any skill. My palms rubbed back and forth on my nipples, and my hands held my entire breast and squeezed it. Gradually, I felt my breasts begin to heat up, and my nipples became erect. Gentle rubbing was no longer enough to satisfy my inner desires. I completely forgot about his existence, my mind filled with various masturbation fantasies from novels. I vigorously rubbed my breasts, pushing them towards my chest with both hands, rubbing them up and down.
"Mmm..." I involuntarily groaned. With a sudden movement, my left nipple peeked out from between my fingers and was pinched hard by the forceful fingers. "Ah..." A wave of pain shot through my body, but it was quickly replaced by an even greater pleasure, as if an electric current was flowing through my entire body. I placed both nipples between my fingers, pinching them between two fingers, squeezing and squeezing my breasts while pinching them hard, and sometimes gently pulling them, keeping the stimulation continuous.
"Okay," his voice suddenly pulled me back to reality. I realized my indulgence and wished I could turn off the video immediately. Blood was flowing rapidly in my breasts, my breasts were hot, and my nipples were like blooming flower buds.
"Now it's time for the next step," he commanded. "Spread your legs and put them on the computer desk, then touch your pussy in front of the camera." I spread my legs and placed them on the desk, and my pussy was visible on the video screen. Although we've been married for so long, I've never seen it before. It was already wet. I don't have much pubic hair, which just covered my private parts. Because of the copious amount of vaginal fluid, some of the pubic hair clung to my labia majora. My labia majora were engorged, tightly enveloping my pussy.
I used my left hand to grasp my right breast in the same position as before, pressing my arm against my left breast and rubbing it incessantly. My right hand reached around from under my crotch and placed on my pussy. "Mmm..." My fingers touched my sensitive private parts, and its temperature was noticeably higher than my body temperature.
I gently parted my labia, sliding my fingers up and down. My labia enveloped my fingers, sticking to my vaginal fluid. Having never masturbated before, I was overwhelmed by this stimulation. "Ah... ah... ah..." I cried out ecstatically, squeezing my breasts faster and sliding my fingers faster as well. Waves of pleasure surged through my brain, my body felt like it was on fire, and I just wanted it to die down quickly.
Suddenly, my finger accidentally touched my clitoris, something I'd never experienced before. "Ah..." I cried out, feeling a sharp jolt, a surge of heat erupting from beneath me, and I slumped back in my chair.
After a while, I came to my senses and realized I was still in the same position. I quickly removed my feet from the table; my hands were covered in semen, making it impossible to type.
"That's great, such a wonderful experience on your first time masturbating, you're such a slutty woman," he laughed. "That's enough for today, goodbye." All night, I kept recalling the masturbation, an experience I'd never had with my husband.
At the moment of orgasm, I felt like I was floating in the sky, every pore on my body open, and I wished that feeling could last forever. As I thought about it, I found myself getting wet again. I quickly pulled myself away from the sensation and forced myself to sleep.
The next day, he sent me two links. When I opened them, they were two posts on a pornographic forum, both titled "My Lewd Online Friend." One was a photo of me masturbating, and the other was a video. Both were edited and manipulated, obscuring my face, but my breasts and vulva were clearly visible. In the video, my wanton moans echoed throughout the room. In just one day, both posts had thousands of views and hundreds of replies, mostly comments like, "So lewd, I want to sleep with her too," "So lewd, bro, you're so lucky," and "What a horny young woman!" There were also comments like, "Very realistic, I wonder what the woman looks like," "Nice moans, but her breasts would be bigger," and "Beautiful labia, looks like she hasn't been with many men."
Although my face was obscured, I still felt it was me, as if so many people were watching me masturbate. I blushed instantly.
"Not bad, right?" he said. "I posted it online last night, and the moderator raised my level by two.
So many people saw you, does it feel good?" I lowered my head speechlessly, after all, the promiscuity in the photos was undeniable.
In the following days, I masturbated every day under his teasing, even spreading my labia to show him my pussy. Although I didn't know where he was, what he did, or how old he was, I knew that he understood my body better than my husband. Every day, I reached orgasm under his caresses. Although I had occasional orgasms when my husband had sex with me before, I had never reached orgasm every day like this. My body also became more sensitive, but he didn't affect my life. I seemed to be more and more obsessed with this feeling.
(V) Orgasm Experience
On Thursday, my husband returned home from his business trip, and the "playboy" did not disturb us as usual. Since my husband hadn't touched me for more than a week while he was away on a business trip, after dinner, my husband eagerly carried me to bed. Before, we basically did it once or twice a week. My husband was also very traditional, he would just kiss me, touch my breasts, and then penetrate me.
My husband acted as usual, but I could feel a change in my body. His simple caresses were enough to make me wet. He held his penis, pressed it against my vagina, and gently pushed it in. Thanks to the lubrication from my vaginal fluid, it went in easily.
My husband asked, "Why are you wet so quickly today?" "I missed you. You've been away on a business trip for several days and haven't talked to me," I said coquettishly.
My husband was on top of me, his penis thrusting in and out of my vagina. My vaginal fluids increased, gripping his penis tightly. Within minutes, he sped up; I knew he was about to ejaculate. I arched my back to meet his thrusts, "Ah...ah..." we both cried out. I felt his penis grow larger inside me, filling my lower body. Soon, a surge of hot fluid washed over my vagina—my husband had ejaculated. At that moment, I felt an orgasm approaching, but his penis slowly softened, the fullness in my vagina disappeared, and it felt like a liquid inside me was trying to burst forth but couldn't.
This had happened before; I usually just lay beside my husband, chatting with him, and then fell asleep. But today, I felt that intense heat coursing through my body. My nipples were erect, my vagina wide open. I rolled over, clamping my legs around his, hugging his blanket, my breasts rubbing against his chest, my labia rubbing against his thighs. "Ah...ah..." I cried out unrestrainedly, increasing the force of my thrusts, as if trying to suck my husband's thighs into my vagina.
The climax finally arrived, but it lacked the fulfillment I usually felt when making love with my husband. It felt like I had merely released the heat within me, leaving me still empty inside. Lying on the bed, facing the computer, I felt as if a pair of eyes were watching me.
My husband had been relatively free lately, going to work and leaving on time every day. Every evening after dinner, we would go for a walk, chat, and watch TV. We would make love when my husband had the desire, and sometimes we would both climax together. Occasionally, I would go online, but the "playboy" never bothered me. Days passed like this.
This Monday, my husband had another business trip. After dinner, I habitually turned on the computer.
"It's been a while since we chatted," he said. He seemed to be online every day; he only appeared whenever I went online. I remained silent. Usually, except for the time we spent reading novels online, it was mostly him talking and me listening; I rarely spoke to him unless absolutely necessary.
"I've been observing you and your husband having sex for a long time. You usually have very little foreplay," he said, ignoring my silence. "During sex, he only uses those two techniques. It's only because he's young and healthy that he can satisfy you, but you don't orgasm very often, right?" "It's none of your business," I said, feeling a little regretful, wondering why I went online.
"Then let's start our homework. Now you can imagine yourself standing on the street, with countless eyes watching you masturbate." He started teasing me again, and under his constant verbal stimulation, I reached orgasm.
After a few days, my body was quickly awakened. I regained my previous sensitivity.
When I came home from work on Friday, we played the masturbation game as usual. These past few days, he had me imagine different masturbation scenes. When I masturbated, he no longer just watched; he kept verbally stimulating me, saying things like, "You're sucking my big cock right now, it's going in and out of your mouth," or "I'm fucking your cunt right now, it's so tight," or "I'm ejaculating inside your vagina." With this prompting, I felt as if I were actually there, imagining different scenarios in my mind.
"Ah... now your big cock is inside my cunt, you're fucking me hard, your big cock going in and out of my pussy, pulling my labia out," I shouted, my memory still sharp, thinking of scenes from novels, "My cunt is wrapped around your big cock, it's so full. It's inside my uterus. Ah... ah..." I reached another orgasm.
When I came to my senses and was about to take my foot off, he spoke: "Anyway, it's the weekend today, and we don't have to work tomorrow, let's play a little longer." Seeing that I didn't move, he knew I had agreed. "Today I'm going to show you my true face." My heart tightened. Although he had controlled me online for a long time, I had never seen his true face, nor did I want to know it. When I masturbated, he would flicker in my mind, and I didn't want him to be fixed in my heart. After all, it all started with coercion.
"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to see me." He seemed very considerate, always able to understand my thoughts.
The camera suddenly panned, and his penis appeared on the screen. Although I'd seen my husband's penis during sex, I'd never looked at it closely. Seeing his penis, I was startled. It was clearly the same penis he'd been masturbating with earlier; it was red and looked twice as thick and much longer than my husband's. It stood erect on the screen, the veins bulging and swirling.
He seemed to be showing off, zooming in, his penis filling the entire video window. "I saw your husband's penis when he was using a condom; it's nowhere near as good as mine. Come on, imagine it's right next to your mouth, lick it." That thick penis was deeply imprinted in my mind; any woman who saw it once would never forget it. I instinctively leaned forward, sticking out my tongue at the penis on the screen, swirling it around my lips, as if I really wanted to suck it in. "Haha," came his smug laughter from the other end. "Now spread your cunt open and bring it closer to the camera so I can admire it." I shifted my position, and my cunt appeared on the screen. I had just climaxed, and my labia and inner thighs were covered in glistening, wet fluid. I spread my labia with both hands, revealing tender, pink flesh to him. My vaginal opening was slightly open after the orgasm, with a slight contraction. My vagina was very small, like a grain of millet nestled above my labia.
"What a beauty," he exclaimed. "Slowly put your fingers in and see how many you can fit." I extended my index finger and slowly inserted it into my vaginal opening. It went in easily. Then my middle finger. With two fingers in, it already felt like my husband was penetrating me—it felt almost the same as his penis. But there was still room. I extended another finger, pinching the three fingers into a triangle, and placed them into my vaginal opening. "Hmm..." I hummed softly. My three fingers were noticeably thicker than my husband's penis, but inserting them into my vagina wasn't too difficult. I pushed them in a little harder, and because my fingers were interlaced, they got thicker towards the base, making insertion more difficult.
"Ah..." I felt my fingers gradually going in, and my vaginal opening widened. "Ah...ah..." I cried out loudly, and finally, with the lubrication of my vaginal fluid, I managed to insert all three fingers to the base. An unprecedented feeling of fullness filled my cunt. I tried moving them in and out; the feeling was indescribable.
"Put one in," the playboy said from the other end. 「再往里插一点。」他说。
「已经到头了。」我解释到。
「没关系，」他安慰我，「现在应该在子宫口，可以再深点，你会感觉更爽。」我有推了推苦瓜，插入阴道的那一头果然像往里钻了钻，「哦……」我感觉子宫口都开了一下，爽爽的感觉又重新袭来。我吧苦瓜往外抽了抽，又插进去，比刚才又深了一点。这样反反复复几次，我觉得子宫口已经完全含住了苦瓜的一头，而阴道口则紧紧的裹住苦瓜的一节。快感布满我的全身，我已经顾不上什幺廉耻，只希望狠狠的抽插我的骚逼，让我在高潮中死去。

我快速的抽插的苦瓜，仿佛一根巨大的阴茎在狠狠的干我，每一次都插入子宫口，牵扯着我的子宫向前，苦瓜上的小疙瘩摩擦着我的嫩肉。我的另一只手抓住我的乳房，两个手指头夹住右边的乳头，手掌末端压着左乳房，拼命的把它们让一起挤。
「啊……啊……干我，干死我。干死我啊！」我大声叫着，小逼开始剧烈的收缩，突然，一股热液从子宫内涌出，射向屏幕。
「太爽了，」他在那头惊喜的叫到，「以前只从黄片上看到过潮喷，没想到今天你也可以。」一夜三次高潮的我已经没有力气回答他了。关上电脑，我倒在床上就睡着了。
周六醒来已经快中午了，浑身还是没有力气。我低头看了看，乳房上还有昨晚抓挤的痕迹，小逼倒是已经恢复了，从外面看和从前没有什幺区别。
晚上打开电脑，他又传给我几个链接，都是我昨天的照片和视频，每一个都被加了精，被放在论坛的前面，留言淫秽不堪，每一个看帖的人都把我当成一个人皆可操的妓女，用最下流的词汇评论着我的身体和表现。更有人说「操，小逼弹性真好，不知道能不能放下一个小西瓜。」匆匆看了一下，我已经羞得无地自容。
他很快又给了我一个帐号和密码，说：「这是我跟版主要的，这个帐号的权限很高，你以后可以上来看看，已经申请了一个你的专区。」我点开论坛，发现果然一个版块叫「盈盈专区」，里面几乎都是他发的帖子，我的照片，视频，还有介绍，除了没有我的真实身份等资料外，我的三围、生活习惯等都放在了上面，还有一下黄色小说，女主角都换成了我。里面充满了对他的羡慕和崇拜，不少人要求他公布我的ｑｑ。
这夜我们没有做功课了，他让我在论坛上转转。我任凭鼠标在上面毫无目的的点击，论坛上无数黄色小说，比我以前读过的更色，翻译的，转载的，原创的。
我发现点击和回帖最高的是「人妻女人区」，里面各种小说讲述女人的放纵和堕落，各种男人以假象的身份强奸、群奸、调教自己的老婆或女友。他们谁能想到现在正有一个人妻在这里呢。图片也是各型各色，我第一次看见我以外女人和男人的身体，以及他们做爱的姿势。前面虽然读过不少小说，但都是想象。我不禁感叹，有好多身材面相都是上乘的女人拍出这幺下流的照片，还有好多男人把自己老婆的照片放在上面任人评论。
「以后你就用这个ｑｑ号吧，这样也方便。」他传给我一个６位数的ｑｑ，「密码和你现在的一样。」我登录上去，发现ｑｑ居然还是会员。看来他花了不少心思。
（六）视频骚女
老公出差如期而归，我的生活又恢复到往常。虽然还是每周做一两次爱，但我感觉老公的鸡巴在我阴道里没有以前充实了，高潮的感觉也没有以前多了，有时候，我甚至忍不住背着老公在卫生间偷偷的手淫，让手指充满我的骚逼，靠自慰来寻求高潮。
很快老公又出差了。我竟然有些期待快点下班回家上网。我意识到，在现实中，我还是以前的我，维持着我保守的形象，但网络上，我已经是一个不折不扣的荡妇了。
一登录上ｑｑ，他果然在上面。「把你的手机和办公室电话给我，」他说，「几天没见有点想你了。」「不行，」我毫不犹豫的拒绝了，虽然我已经喜欢上网络上被他挑逗的感觉，但我不想这种感觉影响我的生活。「不行就算了，我跟你的同事们要吧，反正我的ｑｑ上都有他们。」他好像随意的说道。
「你，你。」我有些无奈，只好告诉了他。这几天又在他的指导下玩起了功课，我的骚逼已经放进过好多东西，丝瓜、黄瓜、枣子，许多圆的长的都插入我的骚逼，让我到达过高潮。还有一次居然放进了一个小苹果，但拿出来却让我费了好的功夫。
「明天又是周末了，我要给你一个惊喜。」周四晚上下线的时候他说到。我知道他不会有什幺正紧，但内心却有些期盼，不知道他又要如何调戏我。
周五好不容易挨到下班，回家刚吃完饭，门铃响了。我吓一大跳：该不会他上门了吧？我迟疑着，不敢开门，但门铃不停响着，我只会壮起胆子，问道：「谁呀？」「送快递的，快点签收啊。」门外回答到。我从猫眼望去，果然是一个穿着制服的快递员。我松了一口气，赶紧开门签字。是很大的一个盒子，快递封上只写了收件人，却没有邮件人，也没有注明是什幺东西。
我拆开包装，盒子上面是一些瓜果，比我平时买的要粗大一些。我马上想到是谁寄的这个快递和它们的用途了。当然是用来吃的，不过不是上面的嘴，而是喂我下面的「嘴」的。盒子下面还有一层，揭开一看，里面居然是一些橡胶阳具、跳蛋、绳索、小球小珠之类的。虽然平时没有见过这些东西，但读过那幺多小说，多少知道它们的用途。
「上网。」手机收到一条短信，号码是陌生的，但我知道一定是他。打开电脑，他已经在上面了，不同的是我发现ｑｑ上多了一个群，名字就叫「盈盈」，点开一看，里面已经加了快１００个好友，而且各个都在线上。我还没明白怎幺回事，铺天盖地的谈话都涌出来，而且都是冲我来的。「骚女，快给我们看看。」「快视频啊，骚货！」「盈盈，今天终于要看见你了。」……「我邀请了一些论坛上的好友今天来看你秀，怎幺样？快点先把视频调好，不要让他们看见你的脸。」「不，我不要。」心理上巨大的反差让我一下无法适应，虽然和他已经习惯了，但毕竟是一步步熟悉的，而且是一个人，今天却有这幺多人。
「没事，反正他们都看过你的图片和视频，今天不过是真人，想一下这幺多人想操你，多幸福啊。」他先开始挑逗到。
我渐渐放松了心理压力，先和他调好了视频，窗口里只能看见我脖子以下的部位。我把视频切到了群里面。「我靠，身材真正点。」「好骚啊，真想日你。」「骚货，你在哪里啊？让我们来干你。」群里的信息不停的刷新着。
第一次面对这幺多人，我的小逼比以往更湿了，我熟练的抚摸起来，从乳房到骚逼，浑身很快就发热起来，仿佛这些人真的在我面前一般，骚逼比平时更强烈的收缩，把硕大的瓜果包裹的紧紧的，从黄瓜苦瓜、到丝瓜、枣子，平时在我骚逼里慢慢适应的东西今天都用上了，在一片片「干死你。」「我射了。」「日你啊」的消息中，我到达了高潮。
「今天就到这里。」风流公子打出了留言，大家纷纷下线，我也关闭了群，只剩下我和他两个人了。「感觉怎幺样？是不是比我一个人看爽？」他问到。
虽然刚才的感觉比平时爽多了，在众人的视奸下高潮更猛烈，但我不愿承认。
「现在我们该试试下面盒子的东西了。」他说到。让我往椅子上躺了躺，整个屁股出现了摄像头里面。「先找个阳具塞进去吧。」他一步步指导我，把阳具的开关打开，慢慢塞进了骚逼，然后都推了进去，又把开关调大了最大。阳具在我的阴道里快速的扭动着，这种频率是做爱和手淫无法达到的。我已经情不自禁，一手扶住阳具，一手搓揉着乳房。橡胶阳具上有一个小的分叉，也随着马达不停的颤动着，而它正好顶在我的阴蒂上，阵阵电流扩散开了，我的双颊早已通红，屁股随着阳具不停的扭来扭去。
「把盒子里面的那串珠子拿出来，慢慢塞到屁眼里面。」他又命令到。我握紧阳具，生怕它从我的阴道滑出，右手无力的从盒子里翻出那串珠子。珠子都是橡胶的，从小到大的排列在一根链子上，最笑道有我小指头那幺大，最大的却有乒乓球大。我在屏幕上找准了屁眼的位置，淫液已经顺着股沟浸湿了它，如同一支紧闭的菊花泡在水中。
第一个珠子很轻松的就塞了进去，第二颗、第三颗，当到进去后，第四颗去很难往里塞，稍一用力肛门仿佛要裂开一般。他也没有强求。我轻轻的把珠子拉出来，在塞进去，隔着薄薄的阴道壁，我可以感受到电动阳具碰击这珠子。「太爽了……啊，我要大鸡巴啊，啊……啊……草死我了……」双重的刺激让我把第四颗珠子塞了进去，每次往外一拔，就能听见轻微一声「啪」，那就是珠子从肛门跳出的声音。还有三颗珠子在外面，我再也没有勇气把它们塞进去了。这种刺激让我希望永远不要停息。
从此之后，我下面的两个洞就在他的开发下逐渐成熟，屁眼也可以塞下全部的珠子，任凭电动阳具从阴道撞击着它们然后达到高潮。
除去老公在家的日子和月经来的那些天，我已经离不开自慰了，没有他的时候我就躺在床上自己手淫。后来他又给我寄了一个ｄｖ，说摄像头不太清楚，让我没事的时拍下自己再传给他。网络上流传着我各种各样自慰的ｄｖｄ，当然是经过他处理的，高清的ｄｖ让我全身纤毛毕现，全屏后的骚逼和电动阳具布满整个屏幕，给人强烈的冲击。
（七）办公室调戏
每逢周末，他都会约上群里的好友一起欣赏我的手淫秀，群里面人越来越多，很快就满了，当我手淫的时候，他们就不停的发着消息，用各种下流的话刺激我，侮辱我，对我的身材、动作和表情评头论足，仿佛我是动物园笼子里的一只野兽。
网络上的我不可避免的慢慢影响到我平时的习惯，我的衣服也比往常大胆一些，短裙短袖成了常穿的衣服，天天高潮滋润使我的皮肤更有光泽，白里透红，如同一只熟透的蜜桃，水灵灵的。有时候看着镜子里的我，自己都有些陶醉了。
男同事们更爱和我一起工作聊天了，对他们偶尔半荤半素的笑话我也不像以前那样厌恶了。
这天上午，正在单位上班，电话铃响起来。「你会，思达公司。」我接起电话。
「你好，盈盈。」话筒中传来那熟悉的男中音。
我一怔，虽然告诉他电话有一段时间了，但他从来没有在我上班的时候打过。
「你干什幺？我在上班呢。」我压低声音问道。
「没什幺，想和你随便聊聊。」他说。
「有什幺事情晚上说，不要影响我工作。」我警惕的看看了周围，生怕有人听见我说话。
「也行，那这样吧，你把内裤脱了，拿只笔放到你骚逼里面我就挂电话。」他坏坏的说。
明知道单位电脑并没有摄像头，他也看不费在线阅读见我，我完全可以骗他糊弄过去，但鬼使神差般我竟然真有一种冲动。我快速的瞥了瞥周围，同事们都在各自的格子里面忙着自己的工作，我们部门是一间大办公室，但都用格板隔开了，隔板桌面以上的部分是玻璃，每个人相对有一个独立的空间。
我挪了挪椅子，让下身都处在办公桌底下，从笔筒里挑了一只最粗的黑水笔，然后悄悄的把裙子拉到大腿上搁着，一边用余光注视着周围的情况，一边轻轻挪动屁股把内裤褪下来。我用水笔最粗的那头对着阴道口，慢慢往里塞，由于没有淫液的润滑，小逼感到有些疼痛，心里也是怦怦直跳。
好不容易把整只笔塞了进去，我长长嘘了一口气，赶紧放好裙子。电话那头却只有「嘟嘟」声，不知道他什幺时候已经挂上电话。
我正打算去卫生间把笔拿出来，「盈盈，你到我过来我们把这个方案改一下。」我的项目组长赵勇在对面办公桌叫着。我只会起身，水笔粗硬的圆边刮擦着干燥的阴道，火辣辣的有些疼痛，我稳稳身子，劲量装作没事的样子往他的办公桌走去，水笔在阴道里随着我的走动刺激着我，小逼开始慢慢变得湿润，疼痛感消失了。每走一步，水笔就在阴道里转动一下，水笔帽上的条纹在里面摩擦着。
我站在赵勇旁边，他坐在椅子上，对着屏幕上的方案不停的指指点点，我拿着纸笔记着。阴道变得越来越湿，已经开始张开了，我感觉水笔快滑出来，悄悄用力收受了臀肌，把大腿夹了夹，水笔又往里去了一点，我甚至忍不住想发出呻吟。
后面不知道他怎幺讲我怎幺记的，我的注意力全集中在下面，水笔往下滑一点，我就夹紧往里推一点。它在里面进进出出好像一只阳具轻轻的逗弄着我的骚逼，不同的是要由我来控制力度和深度，但它永远到达不到深处。赵勇终于讲完了，我的下面已经湿得不成样子，淫水顺着大腿开始往下流。我赶紧跑到为什幺，脱下裙子坐在马桶上，迫不及待的将手指伸进我的骚逼，有力的抽插着。我紧紧咬住嘴唇，不让自己发出声音。

（八）突然拜访
老公又回来了，每天陪着他，我依然很快乐，但每当做爱的时候就有点怅然若失，有时候走在大街上，我会想：如果在这手淫会是什幺感觉？这些来来往往的人中，会不会有些看过我的骚逼和我手淫呢？当然也就想象一下罢了，我爱着我的老公，可不想我的生活受到改变。
老公好一阵没有出差了，风流公子也没有机会和我视频。我把他买给我的东西都藏在床下，因为老公从来不做家务，不用担心被发现。有时候比老公早下班，或者他在卧室玩电脑时，我感觉跑到卫生间悄悄的手淫，脑子在想着风流公子的大鸡巴，想着无数人注视的目光，让自己高潮。但这种感觉很不爽，因为没有了别人言语的刺激，或者老公偶尔有事情叫我，不得不赶紧中断手淫出来应酬着。
While I was at work that day, the playboy called again: "Your husband hasn't been away on business for a long time. I'm coming to see you today." "No, no!" I immediately tensed up. It had been so long since I'd seen him. Every time, he'd just show me his big penis or his chest; his face had never appeared on the security camera. I didn't want my husband to find out what I was doing behind his back. Even though I always reassured myself that I hadn't wronged my husband when I masturbated in front of others, that my body still belonged to him.
"Don't worry, I won't let your husband find out anything," he said. "By the way, my name is Sun Yun. Just tell your husband we used to be classmates and haven't seen each other in a long time." He hung up. All afternoon, I was thinking about how to tell my husband when I got home. I knew that since he said he was coming, he definitely would. What would he look like? Would he be shriveled? How old would he be? Since he said he was a classmate, he should be about my age.
When I got home that evening, I told my husband that a classmate I hadn't seen in a long time had recently reconnected and was coming to visit. My husband was very happy and helped tidy up the living room while I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
At 6:30, the doorbell rang. My heart pounded. I composed myself, trying not to let my husband notice, and quickly went to open the door. Standing outside was a young man, quite handsome, about 1.8 meters tall, and very muscular. I realized he was the playboy on the other end of the computer. My eyes involuntarily darted to his lower body, and my face flushed as I quickly welcomed him in.
"Hello, Wang Gang," he greeted my husband. "I'm Sun Yun, Lu Ying's classmate. It's nice to meet you." "Welcome, welcome," my husband shook hands with him. I went to the kitchen to continue preparing food, while the two of them sat in the living room chatting on TV. I strained my ears, wanting to hear what they were talking about. But the noise from the kitchen was too loud.
Dinner was served, and I sat at the table eating, awkwardly chatting with him. He and my husband, however, were chatting animatedly, discussing international affairs, social issues, and all sorts of other topics. Men easily find things to talk about when they're together.
Suddenly, I felt a foot on my leg. I realized it was his. I glared at him, signaling him not to go too far. He ignored me, continuing to drink and chat with my husband, his toes gently lifting my skirt and reaching towards my inner thigh.
His toes quickly pressed against the outside of my vulva, rubbing against it through my panties, sometimes teasing my labia, sometimes pressing hard on my clitoris. I quickly became wet, and to avoid my husband noticing, I tried my best to act nonchalant.
He used his toes to pull aside my panties, pressing his entire foot against my vulva, the slightly rough skin rubbing against my genitals. He used the sole of his foot as the center, blocking my vaginal opening, making small circles. My vulva was covered in vaginal fluid. I adjusted the angle, letting his big toe press against my clitoris, the protruding bone pushing the vaginal opening in a little further, making it more comfortable.
I maintained my outward calm, enjoying the pleasure from my lower body. He lowered his foot a little further, bracing it against the edge of my chair, his big toe probing inside my vagina. I could barely bear the stimulation, so I quickly finished my meal and ran to the kitchen.
He slept in the living room that night. Lying in the bedroom, my husband slowly fell asleep beside me, but I couldn't sleep and tossed and turned in bed. I don't know what time it was, but I vaguely felt the bedroom door open a crack, and I woke up with a start. He gestured for me to come out through the crack. I looked at my sleeping husband, gently pulled back the corner of the blanket, and went to the living room.
He grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. His hands, through my pajamas, vigorously rubbed my breasts, much harder than when I usually masturbated. His thick lips covered mine, his tongue swirling in my mouth, sucking on my tongue. I was wet down there; I usually sleep in a pajamas with nothing underneath, and my vaginal fluid soaked my clothes. I felt his penis harden, pressing against my buttocks.
He put me down on the floor, wrapped his legs around my shoulders, pressed my head down with his hands, and brought his mouth to his penis. This scene had appeared countless times on my computer screen, and today it finally appeared before my eyes. By the light from the window, I saw his large penis standing erect in front of me, from my chest down to my lips, the glans glistening with a slippery fluid.
I stuck out my tongue and gently licked his glans; it seemed he was usually hygienic, as there was no unpleasant odor except for a slightly bitter taste. I opened my mouth and took his glans in.
It was huge; the glans alone filled my mouth. I sucked hard on the groove beneath the glans, my tongue swirling around it.
He pressed my head down, thrusting his penis into my mouth, the glans pressing against my throat. I wanted to cough but was afraid of waking my husband, so I just swallowed my saliva, held his penis down, and sucked hard. He seemed to have been holding back for a long time, and soon ejaculated in my mouth, the thick, fishy semen filling my mouth. He held my head down, preventing me from spitting out his penis. I had no choice but to swallow the semen.
He pulled me onto the balcony, and I placed my hands on the glass window, leaning forward, my buttocks sticking up towards him.
He touched my vulva, wiped the vaginal fluid on it onto his buttocks, and began to insert his penis into my vagina.
My vagina was instantly filled with his penis; the smooth, full feeling was much stronger than my husband's. The glans felt like a ping-pong ball pressing against my cervix, but I felt that he hadn't fully entered; a small part of his penis was still sticking out.
He vigorously stirred his penis inside, and my cunt adapted to it, then began to thrust forcefully.
The real feeling of his large penis filling my vulva filled me with excitement, and the thought that my husband was in the bedroom and that the neighbors next door could see my lewd state from their balcony excited me immensely. Due to the limitations of the environment, he could only use his large penis to thrust in and out of my vagina, and even this simple position brought me to orgasm time and time again.
And he, as if he had taken Viagra, continued to fuck me for over an hour before ejaculating inside me. When I woke up the next day, my vulva was still a little swollen. My husband didn't notice anything unusual. After breakfast, he saw him off and even warmly invited him to come over often. "Yes, I will. Please come to my house sometime when you have time," he said with a malicious smile.
From then on, I lived this debauched life.
(The End)

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