fictitious sexual environment

I'm 36 years old, and my husband is 34, two years younger than me. I'm a typical northerner; while I wouldn't call myself a stunning beauty, I'm quite attractive. Although he's two years older, he pursued me for many years, and I only later realized how obsessed he was with my body. He said he admired my physique immensely. At 1.63 meters tall, I'm not particularly tall, but my weight of 101 pounds made my figure quite well-proportioned and full. Especially after getting married and having children, I developed D-cup breasts, a round and large bottom, and long, firm thighs—a truly exaggerated, devilish figure.

Whenever I wear a dress and black stockings to work or go out, I get a lot of attention. My husband is always worried that I'll be targeted by bad men, yet he also longs to hear or see information about me being molested. He even likes to tell me fantasies about me being raped while wearing black stockings during sex. Although I found his thoughts perverted, I couldn't deny that whenever he uttered those lewd words, I would fall into those depraved sexual fantasies with him, and then reach orgasm together. I even found that without these fantasies and black stockings as a spice, we couldn't have a high-quality sexual encounter.

"Hoo...hoo...did you get fucked by that ugly security guard at your company?" "Ah...um...you, you're crazy...what nonsense are you talking about?" "Slut, you're wearing such sexy black stockings and a tight skirt, your big black stockings and legs must have been rubbed all over by him. That guy has never tasted a woman's flavor, how could he resist this temptation?" My husband pressed his hard lower abdomen against my soft, large buttocks and began to thrust violently. My plump buttocks, covered in smooth black stockings, rubbed intensely against his lower abdomen, strongly stimulating his penis, making it even harder. He pressed me down on the bed, violently and wantonly raping me. My plump, slippery pussy was repeatedly and intensely penetrated by his firm penis, causing my vagina to spasm instinctively. My thick, wet juices sprayed everywhere with his vigorous thrusts, soaking my black open-crotch pantyhose. The sticky stockings clung to my plump buttocks and thighs, and a strong stench of sex filled the air.

"Damn it, you slut, that security guard is 190cm tall, can you handle such a vigorous thrust? You must have come from him, right? Damn it, you black-stockinged slut who cheated on your husband!" Although I felt extremely disgusted by my husband's filthy words, the image of that ugly but strong security guard involuntarily appeared in my mind. If I were really raped by him, if I were subjected to such a frenzied rear-entry thrust, could I hold back? I think I would definitely abandon all dignity and restraint, stick out my sexy black-stockinged plump buttocks, and let him fuck me until I came to my heart's content.

In that instant, a hallucination appeared in my mind. The body pressing down on me transformed into a strong, unfamiliar one, and I, wearing only a pair of open-crotch black stockings, was being wildly raped by him. Even more devastatingly, I was being carried to the peak of my physical climax by this beast's thrusts.

"Ah... um... husband, my black stockings and legs are being rubbed raw by that beast... Xiao Chen, harder, I can't take it anymore." Following my husband's train of thought, I imagined him as the security guard Xiao Chen. I gripped the sheets tightly, my two full, smooth black stockings legs stretched straight out, and my toes curled up from the stimulation of lust.

"Damn it, what position did that security guard use to rape you?" "No, no... no, from behind, he raped me from behind." "Doggy style... Damn it, your whole black-stockinged ass was fucked raw. Slut, did you cooperate with him willingly? Did he make you orgasm?" "Yes... yes, I came... He was so strong, he hit my cervix." "That's how he fucked you, right!" My husband lifted my fat ass up, made me kneel on the bed, and while kneading my ass covered in black stockings, he made his final thrusts. The two bodies making love made a loud slapping sound. "You filthy bitch, you slut, did he ejaculate inside me in the end?" My violently writhing vagina massaged my husband's penis. He was already unable to hold back his ejaculation, while my swollen and contracting uterus sucked on his glans, assuming a posture of wanting to be fertilized. "He grabbed my black-stockinged feet and fucked me from behind, shooting all his semen into my ass. Husband, I'm sorry, I can't stop, it feels so good, he even made my vaginal discharge come out..." "You slut, I'll fuck you to death!" My husband lifted my two plump black-stockinged feet, kneaded them, and after a few violent thrusts, he groaned and pushed his penis to the deepest part of my vagina, injecting streams of thick semen into my uterus. "Ah, ah, Xiao Chen, you fucked me until I came, I'm yours..." I raised my head and let out a trembling moan. I could feel my husband's penis throbbing, his ass must be contracting and releasing, shooting every last drop of his semen into my uterus.

"Zhang Wenqiang, are you out of your mind?!" I cursed my husband viciously, still immersed in the afterglow of my orgasm, "You're disgusting, you only think about me sleeping with other people?" My husband chuckled, "Don't pretend to be innocent, look at how slutty you were just now." I was speechless. I can't deny that in this fictional sexual scenario, my husband and I both reached orgasm simultaneously. Just now, I did indeed fantasize with my husband about being raped and brought to orgasm by a bad guy. Is it true, as others say, that every woman subconsciously fantasizes about being raped and conquered?
[The End]

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