Incest drives me crazy

I've always been a traditional man, especially when it comes to sex. I've never considered sleeping with a woman other than my wife. However, the realities of society have gradually changed my thinking and actions.
My wife is a beautiful, charming, and elegant woman. She's 168cm tall, with a pair of full, large breasts that are fair and firm, swaying as she walks. She has a beautiful waist and round, smooth buttocks that are slightly upturned. Her long, flowing hair frames her beautiful face. Everyone who has seen her says she's beautiful, gentle, and sexy. Wherever she goes, she's always surrounded by men who fawn over her. Actually, her most beautiful feature is her vulva. Between her two fair and slender legs, there's a thick patch of pubic hair, shiny black, with a pink and smooth opening—it's incredibly sexy. Although we've had sex for nearly ten years, due to her natural beauty and good maintenance, her vulva can still easily produce a lot of lubrication, and it can still tightly grip my thick penis like a virgin's, bringing me to the peak of pleasure. Of course, only I know this.
Actually, she was quite conservative when it came to sex. We made love for the first time when she was 24. I never imagined she was still a virgin. Bright red virgin blood stained the sheets and both of our genitals. Soon after, we got married. We were immersed in wonderful sex. My thick, hard penis constantly pounded against her sensitive clitoris, bringing her to orgasm with involuntary moans. Some say that a sexually fulfilled woman is the most beautiful. Indeed, a fulfilling sex life made her skin smoother, her breasts firmer, and her buttocks more shapely. She exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.
Four years ago, due to a job transfer, we began living apart. Because we lived so far apart, seeing each other became very difficult. Sometimes we could only see each other once every six months. Other problems were manageable, but the issue of sex was difficult to resolve. My wife was in her prime, accustomed to a fulfilling sex life; how could she endure the spiritual emptiness and physical loneliness?
I remember just a week after I left her, she called me. She murmured, "Husband, come back, come back quickly... I can't take it anymore..." So
I asked for leave and went home. The moment we met, we didn't bother to say a word, quickly stripped off our clothes, and embraced, rolling around on the bed.
"Did you miss me, you little slut?"
"Yes, I dreamt of you."
"What did you miss?"
"I missed... your big penis, quick, quick, put it in... ah... ah... faster..."
"Is your cunt wet?"
"Yes, it's almost a river... itchy... faster... harder... harder... penetrate my cunt..."
She was truly a thirsty, lustful, sexy, and mature woman.
My penis pierced through the dense forest and entered the warm, moist cunt. The long-starved cunt tightly gripped my penis, involuntarily trembling slightly, bringing waves of pleasure. This was a place I knew well yet felt slightly unfamiliar with.
I raised my thick, hard penis and began to thrust rapidly. Each time, the head of my penis slammed violently against her clitoris, the base pressing against her sensitive spot. Accompanied by my wife's involuntary moans and groans of pleasure, she quickly reached her first orgasm. Streams of scalding vaginal fluid gushed onto my glans.
"I missed you so much," she gasped, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, "Don't come, I...I want more..."
"You're so lewd?"
"So what if I am a lewd slut? My cunt craves the thrusting of a big penis...fuck me hard...fuck me..."
I never expected my usually dignified, beautiful, and noble wife to say such things.
"I can't believe you said that,"
"In front of others, I am an unapproachable noblewoman; in front of you, I am a complete slut, don't you like it?" "
I like it," being young, my penis quickly became hard again. So I thrust in and out again with all my might. This time, it took a long time before she reached her second orgasm amidst moans.
For the rest of the time, the two of us, naked, continued thrusting and moaning, making love wildly. In just one day, we reached orgasm five times. My wife's pink vulva was a little swollen; she had finally achieved complete satisfaction. Her fair, beautiful face looked as if it had been touched by a spring breeze. But when it was time for me to leave, my wife's brow furrowed with worry. The thought of the long, agonizing night to come sent chills down her spine. She didn't know how to get through those lonely, long nights, or what she might do. Reluctantly, she let go of me and saw me off at the train station.
"Come back soon, I'll be waiting for you... I need you... I've gotten used to it... I can't stand it without you..." my wife whispered in my ear, her face flushed, her eyes red.
I had thought I could soon be living with my wife again. Unexpectedly, unforeseen problems made it impossible for us to live together for a while. My occasional trips home clearly couldn't satisfy my wife's intense sexual desire. At thirty, she was like a wolf, her powerful physical urges, coupled with loneliness, constantly tormenting her fragile mind and body. A hint of sorrow often graced her beautiful face. As for me, although I had countless opportunities to vent my desires on other women, I firmly believed I couldn't betray my beloved wife and never did.
A chance incident completely changed me.
One year later, I was on a business trip and happened to pass by my hometown. My car broke down, giving me a perfect excuse to go home. Wanting to surprise my wife, I didn't tell her. Instead, I quietly returned home in the middle of the night.
I tiptoed into the bedroom. In the bright moonlight, I saw my wife's long-unseen, naked, beautiful body. I was filled with desire. Just as I was about to tear off her clothes and rush towards her, I suddenly realized something was wrong. To my utter astonishment, a naked man lay on the large bed. One of his hands was so casually placed on his wife's high, firm breasts.
My God, my noble, conservative wife had actually cheated on me! I simply couldn't believe my eyes.
My eyes blazed with fury, my teeth clenched. But I didn't act impulsively. Reason told me to stay calm.
I decided to film this scene first.
I found the camera, went upstairs (to the duplex), found the right angle, and started recording.
As dawn broke, the image on the screen gradually became clearer. My God, how familiar this man on the camera looked! I observed him closely—my God, it was my brother, my own brother! Like being struck on the head, my whole body went limp, and I collapsed to the ground.
Damn brother, even if you were covered in penises, you couldn't possibly have all the beautiful women in the world. Why couldn't you leave your own sister-in-law alone?
Suddenly, I heard a noise downstairs. First, my wife, naked and yawning, sleepily entered the bathroom in the master bedroom, immediately followed by the sound of splashing water. Then, she returned to bed, turned to one side, and tightly embraced my brother, placing one of her long, slender, white legs on top of his. Her beautiful vulva gently rubbed against his leg.
My brother woke up, his thick penis erect. He rolled over, pinning his beautiful sister-in-law beneath him. With a "plop," his thick penis entered my wife's tender vulva.
"Ah, you bad boy, it's happening again…be gentle…my vulva is so small…it hurts…"
“Okay, I’m coming out…”
“Who told you to come out…you bad boy…” The wife’s long, slender arms quickly wrapped tightly around her brother’s strong body.
The brother chuckled secretly and immediately began thrusting vigorously. From their skilled and coordinated movements, it was clear they had been together for some time.
In the long thrusting and bursts of pleasurable moans, they reached orgasm almost simultaneously.
“Don’t ejaculate inside…no…” The wife struggled and screamed.
The brother ignored her, his strong hands tightly gripping her sexy buttocks, pushing his large penis deep into her core with all his might, recklessly ejaculating his semen.
After a satisfying sexual encounter, they both breathed a sigh of relief. Their relaxed bodies embraced tightly again, kissing incessantly.
"What did your brother say to you when he left?"
"He told me to take good care of you."
"He told you to take care of me like this?"
"But, sister-in-law, you really need a man's caresses, you really need perfect sex! I can't bear to see you looking so gloomy all the time. Such a beautiful girl, yet you suffer from loneliness every night. You've regained your youth and vitality compared to before. Haven't you?"
"But, I'm your own sister-in-law! I really can't bear to think about it..."
"You're also a woman of our family. It's better for us to be together than for other stinky men to be with you, right? It's better for me to have sex with you than for other men to have sex with you, right? We shouldn't let the good stuff go to outsiders!"
"Besides you, I won't have sex with anyone else..."
"That's right, little beauty, little slut..."
"You bad boy, you just ejaculated inside me, and I'm in my sensitive period. What if I get pregnant?"
"It doesn't matter, give birth! That's our family bloodline and heir!"
"Then how are you going to explain this to your brother?"
“It’s okay. If he finds out, I’ll just have my wife sleep with him and give him a son.”
“You rascal, that’s your family’s business. You handle it yourself, I don’t care. Get up, you have to go to work. Go wash up, I’ll make breakfast.”
My wife was wearing a sexy pink see-through thong, her dark pubic hair peeking out. The pink bra accentuated the whiteness and tenderness of her breasts. She quickly made breakfast.
“Come over early tonight, I’ll make you Western food.”
“Okay, but your lips are the best.”
“You rascal,” after the two kissed, my brother left the house. Perhaps she was too tired from the night, my wife lay back down on the bed, looking sexually aroused, and fell into a deep sleep.
I put away the VCR and videotapes and quietly left the house.
She needed sex, and so did I.
I knocked rudely on the door, and my wife, wearing a sexy see-through nightgown, opened it, looking surprised to see me.
I frantically tore off our clothes, thrusting my enormous penis deep into her wetness, pounding violently against her clitoris. My hands roughly kneaded her full, white breasts. Ignoring my wife's desperate pleas, I inserted my penis into her narrow anus for the first time. Finally, grabbing her long, flowing hair, I ejaculated into her sexy little mouth amidst her painful groans.
I felt the moral principles and social beliefs I had been instilled with and followed for decades crumble overnight. I felt bewildered, felt unbearable pain, felt the anger of suddenly waking up to the fact that I had been deceived for decades, felt the relief of being reborn after desire, felt a sense of liberation for my entire being.
I was a completely different person.
From then on, I further understood women's deep-seated needs and desires for sex, and deeply comprehended how important, how legitimate, and how normal it was for them to satisfy their physiological desires. To restrict and suppress women's sexual desires through artificial social moral constraints is the most immoral and undemocratic thing in the world. For a woman, a prolonged period without sex is incredibly cruel.
Women have the right to freely pursue sexual happiness. Whether a young girl or a young woman, any mature woman, both physically and mentally, can choose, through various means and opportunities, someone she loves—her husband, her father, her son, or any other man she deems necessary and suitable—to satisfy her physical and psychological needs at the right time, place, and occasion. In short, it's all about what a woman is willing and enjoys.
Men are the same.
Since that night, I've completely liberated myself.
When my brother's wife visited my city, I felt perfectly justified in enjoying her young and beautiful body. Long deprived of sexual satisfaction, she regained her youth and vitality beneath me. Despite being unable to conceive for a long time, even after less than a month with me, I successfully got her pregnant. "Being a woman in your family, I've never felt so comfortable before, really," she murmured, nestled in my arms.
My younger sister, in college, also became a true woman beneath me. Nourished by abundant semen, her body developed even more shapely, becoming handsome and healthy as she grew up happily. "Brother, thank you. You made me feel like a real woman. I'll always be yours, whenever you want."
A female teacher from my high school, after a teacher-student reunion, inexplicably took me to her home. Coming from a very wealthy family, she possessed a noble air and natural beauty. She said she fell in love with me at first sight. Although many years had passed and she had a fulfilling life, she had never forgotten me deep in her heart. Though past her prime, she still retained her charm and allure. My first time making love with her allowed me to experience oral sex, breast sex, and anal sex. "You're the first man to possess three parts of my body at once. I'll always love you, and you can come to me anytime you want. My whole being is yours."
A sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, having painted her vulva pink with lipstick, asked me to deflower her. "I wanted to give my first time a special feeling, one I'd never forget."
My company went to a bar for a wild party, and one of my beautiful female colleagues got drunk. Since I lived closest to her, I felt obligated to take her home. In her apartment, where she lived alone, she stripped naked and danced a folk dance in front of me, flaunting her incredibly beautiful body. I completely conquered her with my enormous penis and skillful technique. The 19-year-old frankly told me that I was the 47th man to enter her body, and also the one who made her feel the most comfortable. From then on, she became infatuated with me, constantly asking me to come to her place for wild sex. Even six months later, after she left the company, she would still call me from time to time. In
less than six months, the women I slept with included teenage girls seeking novelty, young women yearning for love, factory workers, and female bosses—probably dozens. You could say I slept with all sorts of horny women, possessing and conquering all kinds of women.
The one I can't forget is a 34-year-old female PhD. I met her online. Through the webcam, I saw her beautiful face and high breasts. I deliberately ignored her. She was indeed defiant and insisted on meeting me, wanting to prove she could conquer me. This was exactly what I wanted.
At our first meeting, I learned that her husband was also a PhD, but he was in the United States and hadn't returned for two years. Her job was easy and well-paying. However, being alone here with no relatives and unable to talk to her colleagues, she felt extremely lonely and isolated. She craved a man's love and comfort, both emotionally and physically. That night, I took her back to my single dormitory.
She seemed prepared. Emerging from the bathroom, she wore only a sheer, deep red bathrobe, as thin as a cicada's wing. Her skin was as white as jade, and between her long, slender legs was a patch of dark pubic hair. Under my burning gaze, she confidently lay down on my bed, her legs stretched out, her breasts heaving, turning her head to smile—a smile brimming with allure. Charming but not gaudy, passionate but not promiscuous.
I was dumbfounded, my eyes fixed on her. My penis was already erect. I had to admit, she was the most cultured and beautiful woman I had ever met.
"Go wash up, be careful," she said with a smile, a hint of shyness in her eyes.
I quickly washed myself and rushed to the bed. I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly. We kissed passionately, caressing her beautiful body.
"Don't rush, kiss my breast. I haven't had sex in two years, so be gentle. Be tender."
Without thinking twice, I thrust my rock-hard penis into her pink, wet vagina. She guided my penis with one hand. Perhaps it really had been two years since we'd had sex; her vagina was overflowing with desire, dripping with lustful fluid. I easily penetrated her all the way in, hitting her hardest spot. Her tight, narrow vagina seemed to have countless tiny suction cups, greedily clinging to my penis.
Just penetration brought her immense pleasure.
I gently began to thrust in and out. Each time, I pulled out until only the head of my penis remained inside, then thrust in again, pounding against her clitoris. Perhaps the stimulation was too intense; she moaned, cried out, and gasped for breath. Soon, she reached her first orgasm.
"My good man, I feel so good. I haven't been caressed by a man for two years. Two whole years, no man's big penis has penetrated my wet hole. And she, she's itching unbearably all the time, constantly leaking vaginal fluid. My good man, you can't understand the immense pleasure you bring me. I'd do anything for you. Just agree to fuck my wet hole, fuck my wet hole every day. Promise me, fuck me a thousand times today, give me five orgasms, okay?"
"No, that will ruin your pussy."
"It doesn't matter, I like you fucking my wet hole until it's swollen and cracked, that's when I feel good, when I feel satisfied."
I used all the techniques and positions I knew, fucking her wildly, bringing her to orgasm again and again. My glans felt the hot, tingling sensation of her vaginal fluid as it shot out. Until finally, I ejaculated into her flower core. Only then did we both gradually calm down.
"Ah, my love, this is so wonderful! It hurts a little, but it feels so good, I love it." She nestled happily against my chest like a docile little bird—no, a well-fed little bird—and murmured.
In the days that followed, we often went out for coffee, shopping, and movies together. Of course, she paid most of the time. "My income is much higher than yours, and I don't have any big expenses," she always said.
Our relationship lasted for three years, and I constantly soothed her thirsty cunt with my large penis. Gradually, I felt she was truly, almost madly, in love with me. "You are the first and only man I've ever met who has made my heart flutter. I feel uneasy if I'm away from you for even a minute." It wasn't until her husband returned to his home country and my wife came to live with me that we made love less often. Even today, she still calls me from time to time, and we go to a safe place together to share wonderful sex.

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