[05-31] [After my husband took Viagra]

Just like Wang Cailing said in Gu Changwei's movie: "Spring is here, and my heart is restless..." Lately, for some reason, my desire has been rising. Unfortunately, my husband is already married and has to be responsible for his wife every week, paying his dues. So, I'm suffering. The last few times we've been together, I haven't been satisfied. Seeing him with his good looks but no substance, I get furious. So I pressed him to tell me if his wife has been too demanding lately. Seeing his stammering expression and his panting as he frantically masturbated his magnificent but limp penis, I gave him a challenge: Next time we meet, you must ejaculate three times, for at least two hours, or I'll find someone else! Only 38 years old, and already so easily aroused? Is being a husband so easy? Humph!

Today, I received a call from him saying that his wife went to her parents' house tonight, and he planned to serve me well all night. I laughed at him on the phone, "Are you ready for today?" "How much ammunition did you bring? Has she been avoiding you lately?" I couldn't see his expression on the phone, but I heard him confidently say, "Baby, don't worry, I'll definitely satisfy you tonight, I'll fuck you until you beg for mercy."

At dinner, he secretly took out a blue pill and said, "Baby, I went to so many pharmacies but couldn't find it. They said it's a prescription drug now, only available in hospitals. It took me a lot of effort to get it. How about we try it tonight?"

I said, "When did you stoop so low that you need to rely on it to prove your virility? Didn't you always boast that you were a master in bed, with an unyielding erection?" He said, "Good baby, please be magnanimous and don't discourage me. I'm doing this for you. I've just been under a lot of work pressure lately, and I'm a bit stressed. Besides, our sex life is always harmonious. It's just that you've been insisting on comparing yourself to her lately, and I have to ejaculate several times every time we make love. Even if I'm as strong as an ox, this continuous battle..." "You need to rest, stock up, and recuperate, right? Okay, just try it this once and see how it goes."

I said, "Alright, but don't take too much. It's addictive and bad for your health. Besides, I don't like dating a fake man who takes drugs."

Seeing my tone soften, his expression became slick: "Don't worry, I saw a report online about a male escort who died after taking his seventh Viagra pill in the early morning while spending the night with three older women. My body is so strong, and it's not physiological impotence. The doctor said half a pill, or even a quarter, is enough. More than enough to deal with you, you little rascal!"

So he took half a pill with the tea the waiter brought. He added, "The doctor said it's best to take it half an hour to an hour beforehand. I'll take it now, then get a room and shower later. The timing will be perfect, haha!"

He booked a large room with a bathroom. As soon as I entered, I started teasing him, clinging to his neck and refusing to let go, asking him to help me undress and carry me into the bathtub. My husband removed our clothes while kissing me passionately, emitting satisfied, lewd sounds. I could feel a hard, massive rod pressing against me; the drug seemed to be working well, but I wondered how long it would take.

My husband deliberately left our underwear on. I knew he preferred seeing glimpses of flesh to seeing it naked! He turned on the shower, letting the hot water flow over our bodies. I saw his muscles and skin appear even more developed under the water, his chest and leg hair even darker, and his genitals, flushed by the water and the tightness of his underwear, were even more erect and proud, the glans full like a pine cone, the shaft thick and strong like a dragon, the veins bulging—it made my eyes burn, my heart race, and my body go limp…

My husband held me tightly, kissing me passionately, his large hands kneading my buttocks through my wet underwear. Soon, he turned me around and lowered his head to dilate my opening with his tongue, while I grabbed his thick penis with my other hand, feeling its shape with my palm and rubbing it repeatedly at the urethral opening with my fingers until a lot of slippery fluid flowed out. My husband said, "Baby, don't move, I can't take it anymore. I'm so excited after taking Viagra, my heart is racing, let me put it in and have some fun." Without waiting for my response, he ripped off my underwear and thrust in. I moaned softly and instinctively clenched my fists around his hot, thick penis, trying to ease the pain. Unexpectedly, this only fueled his desire. My husband, in the small bathtub with hot water on, began to fuck me hard. I thought, maybe I'm going to die today. He's always been so gentle with me, he's never been so impatient. I could only keep screaming to relieve the discomfort, forcing myself to think of erotic images and relax my buttocks.

Before long, the discomfort in my lower body was replaced by a strange tingling sensation. I began to actively twist my waist, raising my hips to repeatedly meet my husband's thrusts and strokes. I was very satisfied with my full, white, and perky buttocks, the result of my daily brisk long-distance walking and physical training since childhood. As I twisted and contracted my perineum, I let out moans (perhaps the floor staff could hear me, but this was my husband's and my private world, so who cared!). My husband, stimulated, roared repeatedly, his hands kneading and tearing at my buttocks, his teeth biting and sucking at the skin of my shoulders and back. His penis was not to be outdone, thrusting rapidly and forcefully hundreds of times. With one deep thrust, my husband ejaculated his first load of the night inside me. Feeling the dozen or so thrusts behind me, I looked back at my husband. I couldn't tell if it was sweat or shower water; he was soaked to the bone, his eyes closed, panting heavily, his chest heaving...

He opened his eyes, saw me turn around and laugh at him, leaned down, gently bit my earlobe, and said tenderly, "Good baby, I still want more, so I won't take my big thing out, okay?"

I thought, "Oh my god! Is this the effect of that half Viagra? Aren't men supposed to have a short refractory period of a few to ten minutes after ejaculation? How come he didn't have any refractory period at all? This is too amazing!"

He hugged me and continued, "Just now, I didn't perform well, the pleasure came too quickly, and it was over in just over ten minutes. But, my penis still feels good, I still want to keep fucking you, I still want to ejaculate, help me..." "Busy, baby!"

I said, "Look how anxious you were just now! Like a twenty-something-year-old guy, no flirting or lubrication at all. No way, take it out right now and go to the bed to do a pole dance for me first!"

My husband quickly rinsed both of our bodies with the showerhead, dried us with a towel, and then carried me to the bed. He hugged me and said, "Look, I'm too old for pole dancing. You can do it for me with your butt showing next time. I'll perform a handsome uncle masturbating for you, okay?" After saying that, my husband stood on the carpet, his hands covered in KY jelly, one hand stroking his own chest. My husband, with one hand gripping his still-erect penis after ejaculation, rubbed it back and forth, his gaze fixed intently on me, asking with a wicked air, "Sweetie, do you like it? If you do, come kiss me, or wriggle around on the bed for your brother to see." While watching my husband's masterful performance, I wriggled around, took out some fruit-flavored lubricant, and squeezed it onto my body and feet, my voice husky and seductive, "Honey, stop! Don't make yourself come. Leave all that essence where it should go. Come on, I want you."

My husband pounced on me like a hungry tiger, lifting my legs and placing them on his chest. My husband licked each of my toes, his tongue exploring the soles and backs of my feet, then down my calves to my scrotum. He took my testicles into his mouth, warming them with his breath. I felt both itchy and stimulated, my body weak and limp. My husband continued to lick my perineum, from my vagina to my scrotum, and back again, repeating this dozens of times. I felt like I was about to ejaculate and cried out, "Stop, brother! Don't come out now, or it will hurt when you come in later!"

Hearing this, my husband immediately turned his attention to my upper body, his large hands rubbing my chest, his tongue roaming over my head and face. I continued to play with his penis, feeling its texture and resilience, its heat and hardness, its oily smoothness and the protruding veins. I wished I could break this magnificent treasure off with one hand. My husband, panting heavily from my caresses, without my permission, went straight to my entrance and thrust in with a "whoosh," penetrating deep inside!

My husband spread my legs wide and straddled me, thrusting violently for over a hundred strokes until he was satisfied. Then he lifted me up and placed me on his lap, letting me move on my own. I sat cross-legged on him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and wiggled my hips, eager to savor this wonderful moment. But my husband, impatient with my slow movements, grabbed my buttocks and lifted me up to insert his penis. In his climax, he stood on the carpet, maintaining the same position while still holding me up and thrusting until he was exhausted. Only then did he throw me back onto the bed, making me kneel as he entered me from behind.

My husband, half-squatting behind me, was diligently working on me while asking in my ear, "Baby, do you like it? Make a sound, call me, say what I want to hear, hurry up!" I replied, "Ah~~ Ah~~ Brother, you're so good! I like it, I want more, husband, faster, harder, fuck me to death! Let me die in your hands, squeeze me, grab me..." I felt his penis inside me growing harder, and my back was covered with sweat from my husband's face and chest. As the force increased, the bed shook more violently, the soft Simmons mattress making rhythmic, joyful sounds. Accompanied by this decadent "symphony," my husband's hands supporting my waist and hips grew heavier and heavier, and I could hardly support his weight and his thrusts. However, I knew he was now seeking even stronger sexual pleasure to reach that blissful moment; otherwise, because of the drug's effects, he would keep going, and I couldn't bear that. It would truly be me "asking for trouble." Moreover, my whole body was enveloped by a strange feeling, a pleasure that penetrated to the bone was spreading from my waist and abdomen. I was about to reach the climax. I continued to cry out: "Brother, hurry up, my back is so numb and itchy, I want you, I love you, you are the best man, ahhhhh I'm about to ejaculate too, shoot all your semen inside me, shoot it all on my face..." With the rhythm of my husband's thrusting, I reached orgasm first, followed by his several out-of-tune, intermittent low growls: "Ahhhhh... baby, it's... coming... move... squeeze... it... ahhhhhh." My husband pulled out his penis and squeezed it tightly, straddled me, turned me over, and bombarded my face with semen. Several streams of white semen shot onto my eyes, eyebrows, nose, and lips, and some even sprayed onto the wall by the headboard.

My husband held me tightly, lay on top of me, and licked away his semen. Then he cupped the back of my head with both hands, looked at me with a smile, and said, "Making love with you is more comfortable than with her. You're tighter, more wanton, and you have such a fun toy." As he spoke, he reached down and grabbed my penis, holding both of our penises together in his large palm. At that moment, I noticed the difference. I was already limp, while his was still erect. The contrast between the two in his palm was too great: one was soft, white, and small, while the other was black, long, and thick, and most importantly, incredibly hard, like an anti-aircraft cannon.

I asked him, "You've ejaculated twice, it's been almost an hour, how do you feel now?"
He said, "My body is actually a little tired, but I still feel energetic down there. Is it a heightened libido? Not really. It's just that I can keep rubbing against him, I can ejaculate again, there's no refractory period."

I said, "I've already ejaculated, don't penetrate me anymore, let's think of something else!" My husband said, "Whatever you say, today I'm going to let you have your fill."

After we cuddled together in bed for a while, I felt his penis getting hard again, pressing straight against my stomach. I had an idea. As I gently stroked its round, full head and sturdy body, groping for the liquid spitting from its mouth to coat its entire body, I said, "How about this, you know there are many acupoints on the soles of the feet? I want to use it to give myself a foot massage."

My husband exclaimed in surprise, "You're going to use my penis as a rolling pin? You mustn't ruin it!" I laughed, "How could I? I wouldn't dare. It's my toy, of course I'll take good care of it."

With that, I had him lie down, and I sat between his legs. I saw my husband's penis standing erect, so I applied lubricant to the sole of my foot, stomped down, and flattened it, making it lie obediently on its owner's lower abdomen. But after a short while, it "cunningly" slid its large, purplish-black head out from beside my feet. I then used both feet to massage and bathe it, while the thick pubic hair covering my husband's lower abdomen became glossy, black, and curly from the lubricating liquid.

I gradually expanded the range of motion of my feet, moving them from his lower abdomen to his chest and neck, and then I moved to sit on his lower abdomen, pressing his genitals tightly against my perineum, rolling and massaging back and forth, as if sitting on a soft sofa with a huge rolling pin underneath—both stimulating and comfortable. My soles felt his well-developed chest muscles and prominent Adam's apple.

After rolling around like this for a while, my penis began to rise, and my husband, seizing the opportunity, suddenly sat up and lowered his head to take it in. In an instant, the hot mouth enveloped me, causing me to involuntarily let out an "Ahhhhh," and my hips and waist twisted even more, while my husband's penis throbbed violently below.

He said, "How's playing, baby? Having fun? I want to put it in your butt, let me fuck you, okay?"
I said, "No~~, I want to play a little longer, I still have a foot massage to do!"
He asked, puzzled, "What kind?"
"I want to stand up and step on it!" I said.
My husband squinted and laughed, "You have so many clever ideas!"
I made him half-squat by the bed, put his fully erect penis on the bed, and I stood on the bed, stepped on it, and repeatedly rolled it with the sole of my foot. The power and heat from my foot made me addicted, and my heart raced. My husband kept shouting, "Oh~~~, so fucking good! The power of this foot massage is really strong, how did you think of that?" Just as he was getting excited, suddenly, he shouted, "Ouch!" We looked down and saw that the sheets had absorbed all the lubricant. Without lubrication, the friction was so strong, of course it hurt, haha. Having learned his lesson, my husband took a leather-bound "Hotel Service Guide" from the bedside table, placed it on the bed, applied some lubricant, and then put his penis on it for me to step on. This way, he could keep it lubricated and enjoy himself to the fullest.

My feet aren't big; I wear size 39 shoes, and my husband usually likes to play with them. At this moment, his large penis was under my feet, almost the same length as my foot. I held onto my husband's shoulders and stomped on it with great pleasure, feeling the hard, resilient shaft beneath my feet. Meanwhile, my husband was giving me oral sex while touching my buttocks, his fingers probing inside my opening. Stimulated, I increased the pressure with my feet, and his penis turned bluish-purple from my stomping. My husband spat out my penis, panting heavily, swallowing hard, and said in a hoarse voice, "Baby, this is too intense. Don't waste my bullets; I'm going to implant them inside you."
Without waiting for my response, he grabbed me, lifted my legs, and thrust in, pumping dozens of times. Then he folded my body into the "paperclip" shape from the movie *Lust, Caution* (something we'd always wanted to try), holding me tightly with his arms, and whispered, "Baby, bear with it. You've been playing for so long; let your brother have some fun too." Then he began his "anaerobic exercise." My husband pumped rapidly over a hundred times without panting, sweating profusely, while I was almost fainting from the penetration. Afterwards, there was absolutely no pleasure; I was completely numb. I thought, this can only be called "intercourse," not "making love." Intercourse and making love are worlds apart.

I cried out, “Okay…brother…brother…please…spare…me…I…can’t…take…it…anymore.”
“Oh~~~~Do you submit? Ah~~~Say you…love…me, you can’t live without me, you want your husband to…fuck you every…every day.”
“Ah~~~, I…love you, you’re a…mighty…man…I…can’t…leave…you….”

He shifted, adjusting the speed and rhythm of his thrusts, his eyes fixed on me with fervent passion as he said, “Baby, let’s do it together, let me send you flying to heaven!”

He held me close, making me lie on my side, kneeling astride one of my legs, raising my other leg to his chest, and gently sucking on my calf and sole with his lips and tongue, while maintaining the rhythm of his penis inside me, and then stroking my penis with his other hand. How could I withstand this triple attack from the front, back, and feet? And seeing his body so sexy due to the sweat, his thick chest hair, his slightly chubby abdomen, the stubble marks on his cheeks, his high nose bridge, and his bright eyes staring at me, I immediately collapsed, ejaculating wildly in his palm. Seeing this, he immediately smeared my semen all over our bodies, then spurred his horse forward, and in the final few dozen thrusts, he cried out in a muffled voice, "Ah~~~ my~ darling~ baby, I~~~~ love you, I'm going to~~ come~~ again, oh~~ for~~~~ you~~~~~!"

Under my husband's gentle caresses, I woke up in his arms and found that he had been awake for a while. He was now looking at me with a mischievous smile, full of energy. Following his gaze, I noticed that there was still half a blue pill lying quietly on the bedside table...

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