Roujia's Diary: An Experience as a Female M (39-40)

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Roujia's Diary: A Female M's Experience Chapter 39 On the afternoon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my husband and I went to my father-in-law's house. My in-laws cooked a lot of dishes, and I helped. We chatted while eating. My mother-in-law went to sleep first, but my father-in-law was still watching TV. My husband and I went to sleep too, staying overnight and leaving the next day. While sleeping, my husband sucked on my nipples, kneading my soft, firm breasts with both hands. His hands roamed over my full breasts, his lips kissing my cheeks and breasts, kneading them. He grabbed my bouncing, round, full breasts and kneaded them, saying, "Wife, let's do it." I didn't want to, but my husband wanted to. I was afraid my father-in-law would hear, so I said, "If you want to, we can do it when we get home tomorrow night. It's not good at Dad's house. Your dad is still watching TV in the living room. What if he hears us?" My husband said, "We've done it here before, what's there to be afraid of?" He seemed more excited than at home. I didn't want to have sex at my father-in-law's house because I moan loudly during sex and can't control myself. I didn't want my father-in-law to misunderstand; if he heard, it might upset him. I don't know what my husband was thinking; he wouldn't do it at home, he insisted on doing it here. Couldn't he even get through one night? My husband slowly pulled down my panties, revealing my wet vulva to him. Soft pubic hair extended downwards, thinning at the sides of my vulva. My labia majora were already parted, and vaginal fluid was slowly flowing out. My labia minora were gently closed, covering the mysterious opening, and my clitoris shyly peeked out. I said shyly, "No, others will hear." My husband spread my thighs, looking between my legs, and said, "If my dad heard, he'd want to fuck you too!" "Not everyone is like you." I remembered what the mysterious man had said about my husband and my mother, and I mocked him. Of course, he didn't understand what I meant. My husband called my sister's name and kissed my labia. My husband was thinking about my sister again. I let out a soft moan, "Ah...no...ah." My husband kissed my smooth clitoris. My husband looked up, his hand reaching down to my inner thigh, stroking it back and forth. He asked, "Wife, do you want me to play along and act like my dad is having sex with you? Imagine me as your father-in-law." Afraid he was testing me, I didn't dare say anything. My husband is very suspicious. He's had sex with my mother; he thinks his father will be like him and have ill intentions towards me. Hearing his words, my face flushed red, and I let out a low, suppressed moan. My husband's hand groped lewdly between my thighs. He brought his mouth close to my ear and gently blew a breath. "Your cunt's wet. Are you missing Dad?" My husband is very suspicious. I was afraid he'd suspect something between me and my father-in-law. My father-in-law rarely talks to me, let alone implies anything else. The more I explained to my husband, the more he'd overthink things, so I simply ignored him. My body went limp, and I didn't answer him, my lips parted, breathing slightly. His hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers parting my pubic hair, gently teasing my labia. "Oh," I managed a weak, suppressed groan, my body trembling as if electrocuted. My husband's glans pressed against the entrance of my vagina, and he said, "Dad's going to put it in." He thrust his penis forward, the glans parting my vagina and plunging straight in. He entered me deeply, slamming his penis into my vagina. "Dad's cock is big, isn't it?" My husband didn't seem angry. Why was he fantasizing about his father having sex with me? Did he want to have sex with my sister, and also want his father to have sex with me? Did he like this incestuous feeling? I couldn't describe the feeling. I couldn't help but spread my legs wider, my hands tightly wrapped around his waist. He thrust deeply into my tight vagina, his hands lifting my round, upturned buttocks, making my mons pubis even more prominent. The muscles in my thighs were taut, supporting his vigorous thrusting. I tried to control my moans, afraid my father-in-law would hear, but I couldn't completely control my husband's intense excitement. After a while, he lay down and asked me to give him oral sex. I knelt on the bed, quickly stroking his penis a few times with my hand, then opened my mouth and took his penis into my mouth. His penis disappeared into my mouth, my tongue working hard, swallowing and releasing my husband's penis. "Oh, wife, you're such a vixen," he said, straightening his body with satisfaction, making me kneel with my buttocks raised. My snow-white buttocks were raised high as I lay on the bed, my hair disheveled. My husband held my upturned buttocks, his penis inserted into my wet vagina again. My husband's penis slowly thrust in and out, caressing my smooth, upturned buttocks. I was very wet, allowing him to thrust smoothly in and out of my tight cavity. He slowly thrust in and out, and I breathed heavily, moaning softly. "Do you like Daddy fucking you?" my husband asked, his penis plunging deep into my vagina. I ignored him, swaying my hips to meet his thrusts. At the height of my climax, I couldn't control myself and cried out loudly. I quickly covered my face with a pillow, not knowing if my father-in-law was eavesdropping outside. My husband finally ejaculated inside me. I wiped myself and let him hold me as we slept. I could tell my husband had deliberately made love to me at my father-in-law's house; I sensed his excitement. I didn't dare play along, afraid he'd test me and suspect me. He's so suspicious, always seeing things from his own perspective. He'll conjure up things that don't exist, and make wild guesses about things that don't even exist. My husband wants to sleep with my sister. I never thought my sister was innocent; she's probably a virgin now. She told me she's never had sex, but lying to me is pointless. If she's slept with her boyfriend or my husband, I can't really care if she's not a virgin. I have a feeling he's never slept with my sister before—that's my intuition. My husband likes my innocent and cute younger sister, while my brother-in-law likes my mature self. I feel the mysterious man isn't my brother-in-law. In Roujia's Diary, Chapter 40, "The Experiences of a Female Submissive," it says that if I were willing, two men would take turns having sex with me. I don't know if I could accept that; I've never experienced anything like it. That day, the mysterious man said he saw me; I was alone at the time. He described what I was wearing, saying I was very sexy, showing off my buttocks and figure. He said seeing me reminded him of the scenes of me being tamed online, and he wanted to see me naked. He didn't greet me; he was probably afraid of running into someone I knew, since it was close to home. I feel that if he sees me again, he might talk to me, and that's possible. As long as I don't agree to his invitations, like going to his house or a hotel, it's fine. He'll inevitably look for me on the street or outside; that's unavoidable. He saw I was alone but didn't approach me, perhaps afraid of scaring me away. He's not threatening me; what I'm afraid of is that face-to-face communication and persuasion would be more effective than online. But it's not certain; even if we meet, if I feel something's wrong, I might not contact him again. That possibility is unlikely. Nana and that 17-year-old girl didn't want to be trained anymore after meeting their master. That's because they weren't meant to be subdued from the start. I'm different; he trained me very well online. The mysterious man might test me. He could touch my butt in a secluded spot on the street. I might get angry. I don't think I'll behave the same way in person as I do online. I'm very rational. He knows me, so he didn't contact me easily, probably because I haven't agreed to meet. He said we don't need to do anything first, just chat, have a meal, or talk. He said that, but I still disagreed. I know it's not good to meet, especially since I haven't acknowledged him as my master. I said we'll talk about it later, which wasn't a complete rejection. I asked him to send photos. He initially said he'd send them in a few days, but he hasn't. That shows he's lost his credibility. He said he would send them. Is sending a photo that hard? I could have taken one with my phone. What's the reason for not sending them? If I do, I'll recognize him when we meet again. It seems he doesn't fully trust me and is afraid I'll tell my husband or investigate him. If he'd already been with me, I wouldn't be afraid. But if he's been with me, I'd feel guilty even without evidence. I want to see his picture, partly because I'm curious about who he is, and partly because I want to know what he looks like—I hope it's the same as I imagine. Today I peed on my knees again; I like that feeling. I also crawl on my knees and bark like a dog; it makes me feel shy and excited. Hearing my own voice barking like a dog is an indescribable feeling. There are six types of slaves; I don't know which type he likes. I'm a dog slave, and he trains me to be a dog slave. Our shopping mall is one of the largest in the city; I'm the manager on the first floor, and my sister works at the service desk. Yesterday after get off work, I bought some underwear and invited my sister to my house for dinner. After dinner, my sister, my husband, and I played cards until after 10 pm. My sister said she was going out with friends, and I told her to come back early, but she said she wouldn't, she was going back to her dorm. My husband and I showered around 11 pm and got into bed. My husband grabbed my full breasts and kneaded them, saying, "Your sister's breasts were so swollen against your shirt while we were playing cards." I said, "You were thinking about her again?" My husband didn't say anything, just felt my high breasts rising and falling under his hands. His hand slid down my waist, caressing my long, white thighs, tracing the soft pubic hair, teasing my vulva. This time, without my request, my husband lowered his head and kissed my labia. He seemed to be used to it, or perhaps he was fantasizing about kissing my clitoris. His mindset had changed; he wasn't like this before. My husband looked up, his fingers kneading my labia, and asked, "Wife, do you want someone else to do it?" Why was my husband asking me this? Did he want to know my loyalty or what I was really thinking? I didn't answer. Seeing that I didn't object, my husband assumed I wanted it, and his hand flicked my clitoris, asking again, "Do you want a friend or a relative to do it to you?"
I felt he was testing me, or maybe he found asking this exciting—both reasons were possible. My husband held me tightly, his face pressed against mine, his left hand kneading my full, soft breasts in his palm, while his right hand reached between my legs, caressing my vaginal opening. He kissed my neck and asked, "Honey, don't be shy, who do you want me to play?" I moaned, aroused by his teasing, and said, "Let me make this clear, role-playing is just for fun, not for real sex." I knew without a doubt he just wanted excitement. My husband's fingers caressed my wet labia, gently pinching my clitoris. He inserted his fingers, wet with my juices, into my vulva, saying, "Honey, I want to play Daddy's daughter, you call me Daddy." He didn't mention playing my brother-in-law or anything like that. I said, "I don't want to do that with my dad, we're related by blood, I don't feel anything." My vagina became increasingly wet. My husband parted my thighs, his penis parted my labia, and the head of his penis squeezed into my vaginal opening. He said, "Then you can call me 'Dad,' okay? Daughter-in-law, Dad's going to put it in." I could feel that he was very excited. He might have slept with my mother. He really liked the feeling of incest. He initially wanted to play my dad and have sex with me, but I didn't agree. In order to get me to call him "Dad," I agreed to let him play my father-in-law. "Dad..." I called out, my face turning red with embarrassment. My vaginal opening tightly gripped the head of his penis. When he heard me call him "Dad," his excited penis thrust deeply into the depths of my vagina. "Daughter-in-law, do you like Dad fucking you?" He kept thrusting lightly and then forcefully, making me moan repeatedly. "Ugh... Dad... fuck me, ugh..." I moaned, and milky, viscous vaginal fluid shot out from deep within my vagina, flowing down my penis that was soaked inside. My vagina contracted in waves, tightly wrapping around the head of his penis, immersed in the pleasure of orgasm. He fucked me for a while, his penis deeply penetrating my vagina. "Daughter-in-law...fuck you...fuck you,"
he said, ejaculating powerful semen deep inside me. I couldn't help but tremble, "So good...Dad...so good...I'll let...let you fuck me to death!" I felt great. After we finished, I told him it was just for the thrill of sex, I didn't intend to do this with my father-in-law. He looked like he was enjoying it, I don't know what he was thinking. My husband actually likes playing like this. I suddenly thought, maybe I can say I'll act like a bitch and see if my husband likes it. If he does, I'll have a real sense of discipline, which is better than having sex with that mysterious man. Some netizens have said before that I shouldn't have discipline with that mysterious man, and that my husband should discipline me. I said no, my husband isn't interested in SM. Now it seems my husband likes role-playing, and maybe he likes being the master. I'll take it slow, maybe I can have my husband pinch my nipples and labia later, I wonder if that will work. I feel like my husband likes me calling him "Dad" during sex, not that he wants my dad and his dad to have sex with me. I plan to start by playing the roles of the younger sister and father-in-law, gradually transitioning to playing the female dog. Seeing that he's lost interest in this, I'll take it slow. Eventually, I'll let my husband hold me while I pee. When he acts out the role again, I'll call him "Daddy, hold me while I pee." I don't know if he'll be willing. I like it when he holds me while I pee; it makes me feel humiliated. He can lift me. I'll take it slowly. My husband likes to fantasize about incest, which means he's not traditional. I'll slowly train him to be my master. I don't want to always obey him; I just want to kneel before him like a female dog, not completely obeying him in real life. I'll take it slowly, starting with playing the father and calling him to hold me while I pee, then gradually transitioning to him liking me as a female dog. We'll see. If my husband likes female dogs, then I can experience the real feeling. After all, the online training by the mysterious person, where I spank myself, doesn't feel like real master training. I need to test if my husband likes it. He likes to take the initiative, so even if he doesn't like SM, he shouldn't be averse to it. I haven't considered cheating yet, and I don't want to have anything with the mysterious person. Aside from being a womanizer, my husband is pretty good to me. After being married for a long time, sex gets boring. Fantasizing about being a submissive would definitely give him a more exciting and novel feeling. If he likes that, that would be great. I could wear my sister's clothes and act as a submissive; my husband would be more accepting then, since he likes my sister. I've found my husband's hobbies and weaknesses; he probably likes to control me. If I were to kneel and urinate in front of him in the future, would he be disgusted or would he like it? (
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