adulterous wife and slut husband

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I've been married to my wife for seven years and we have one child who's in elementary school. When we first got married, my wife was practically a virgin. I can say with certainty that I was her first man; she didn't even have experience satisfying her sexual desires on her own. I still vividly remember the look on her face when I took her to a hotel six months before our wedding—a look of wanting to go but also hesitant. Oh,
right, let me introduce my wife in the usual way. Her name is Yating. She's a typical civil servant, 163cm tall, with an oval face but clear contours that show she's a woman with personality. She has big eyes, but her eyebrows are quite thick, giving her a somewhat serious look. She weighs 46kg. After giving birth, her bust size went from a B cup to a C cup, making her a curvaceous, upper-middle-class beauty.
As for me, I work at a private company. Since I obtained a professional technician certificate a year before we got married, I'm basically a consultant for the company. My work is quite easy; I'm only called in when the company needs me
. After marriage, things have gone from three times a week during our honeymoon to less than once a month now, which is really frustrating. The problem started after we had a child. My wife started refusing, citing reasons like being busy with the child and worrying about her. For the past two years, almost every time I asked for sex, I was met with a rebuff. Eventually, she would run away or say she was too tired if I touched her or made any
intimate contact. Because the frequency has dropped so much, I personally believe that there can be no true love without sex. So no matter how much she refuses or makes excuses, I keep creating opportunities. But even so, I'm lucky if we can have sex once a month. Why is there such a big difference? Do all old married couples really become sexless?
(II) Turning Point
Until one day, things finally saw a glimmer of hope. It started like this: One day, I was rejected again for trying to seduce her. I'd been rejected so many times, it was truly unbearable! According to my wife's rules over the past few years, it wouldn't work the next day because she'd be too tired; it wouldn't work during the day because the kids might wake up from their naps at any time; it wouldn't work if the weather was too cold because she's sensitive to the cold; it wouldn't work if I did too much housework during the day because she wouldn't be in the mood... When everything finally met, I thought I could finally do it in the evening, but then I saw her go mopping the floor, refusing to give me a chance! Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and
yelled at Ting, "Do you remember how long ago we last made love? Let me tell you, I'm going to a prostitute right now. You can't just sit here doing nothing, can you? I'm going to go out and buy a woman!"
Ting wasn't going to back down either: "I help you take care of the kids and do housework, and you still have the mood to do that? You're just too idle~"
This wasn't the first time she'd said this, and I couldn't possibly go out and buy a prostitute, because I knew that if I did, my usually fastidious wife would have even more excuses not to have sex with me. At that moment, I was angry and couldn't think of anything to say back to her, so I retorted in a huff, "I'd rather marry a promiscuous woman than a cold-hearted woman like you!" At that moment, I thought of the cuckoldry novels that had been popular in recent years.
In fact, human society has instilled too many dogmas and norms, resulting in behaviors that are never deeply considered in terms of right and wrong. For example, monogamy is a case in point. Everyone knows what male sexual desire is; how many men can resist a beautiful woman undressing and wanting to sleep with them? But since ancient times, social customs have taught women to only be good wives and mothers, and to remain faithful to one husband until death. Nowadays, cuckoldry articles seem to be a rebellious trend against this unwritten tradition of etiquette. When Ting
heard me say that, she wasn't going to back down and retorted, "I'll find a handsome guy when I get the chance, and you won't regret it!" Hearing
her say that, I actually felt a little hopeful. To be honest, I was afraid she'd really become indifferent if things continued like this. Plus, after reading so many erotic novels, my thinking was already quite open-minded. So, as long as she still loved me, I actually had the magnanimity to accept it (at least that's what I thought for now; if I actually met someone, the feeling might not be the same as what I imagined). So
I replied, "Go ahead, and I hope someone wants this ugly duckling!" (Note: I said this intentionally to annoy her. Ting's appearance and figure are at least above average; if you call her ugly, then there aren't many beautiful women in the world.) When I said that, Ting
was stunned for a moment, then her face suddenly turned very ugly. She picked up her bag, put on a coat, grabbed her car keys, and went out. She didn't get home until very late that day, and I didn't want to ask her, because I knew she wouldn't give me a good look.
(III) Erotic Outburst
Since that day when I argued with my wife, I've felt increasingly depressed. It's been almost a month since we last made love, but I always avoid her when I see her. I have so much sexual desire with nowhere to vent. Since the child was sent to his grandmother's house today, it was just my wife and me at home. She was downstairs watching TV, and I ignored her. I lay alone in the bedroom, thinking about how docile and sexy Ya Ting was before we got married. Just then
, my eyes caught a glimpse of Ting's sexy panties hanging on the clothes rack. They were semi-transparent, revealing the important areas. Although I never questioned why some of her panties looked so tacky while others were so sexy, I couldn't help but let my mind wander. Did Ting wear such sexy panties to work? Could it be that she…? But I quickly dismissed the thought, because Ting spends all her time with the kids outside of work; she shouldn't have time for cheating.
Because it had been so long since we'd done it, looking at Ting's sexy panties only fueled my lust. I remembered some erotic stories I'd read before, about men using women's sexy lingerie for self-gratification. Since my wife wouldn't have sex with me, at least I could use her lingerie for some "fun,"
right? So I went over and took the most transparent pair of panties from her sexy lingerie, held them to my nose and smelled them—mmm, they smelled nice. I imagined myself kissing her vulva, just like I used to do with Ting when we were making love. Every time, I would lick her vulva until she begged me to lick it deeper, and only after she couldn't control herself would I get down to it
. Unfortunately, Ting has changed too much now; I can only imagine it. Before I knew it, I was licking the very tip of her panties with my tongue. I felt like I couldn't take it anymore; I wanted even greater sexual stimulation. Even without Ting, at least I could use her panties! Then
I thought about how it was done in the erotic stories I'd read. I remembered one story, a rather unusual one, about a husband secretly wearing his wife's sexy clothes. At that moment, I just wanted revenge on my wife's cruelty and also wanted to seek out some perverse thrills. So I took off my clothes and tried to put on my wife's sexy panties… They were smaller than I expected, but very elastic, so although a little tight, I managed to put them on.
At that moment, all I could think about was retaliating against my wife's frigidity and experiencing a perverse, twisted pleasure. I touched my erect penis through my underwear; the stimulation felt like revenge on my wife. My hand reached for my penis, my right hand pulling it out of my tight underwear, grasping the glans, and stroking it up and down… A wave of perverse pleasure brought me close to ejaculation.
Suddenly, the door opened, and my wife, who had been watching TV downstairs, was now standing in the doorway. Just then, my wife came in, her face showing no displeasure. She smiled at me and asked, "Does this feel good? Do you want me to help you?"
Ting walked in, suddenly squatted down, and took my penis into her mouth, quite deeply, down her throat, and then thrust it in and out several times… I had
already almost come on my own, and with Ting's sudden stimulation, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated after only a few thrusts. Ting hadn't expected me to come so quickly, and because she had taken it so deeply, she couldn't spit it out in time and swallowed all of my semen.
This made me a little embarrassed, because in all our years of marriage, I had never asked her to swallow my semen, yet today she swallowed it without a second thought. And Ting clearly didn't want it to end, she leaned her upper body against my chest, her cherry-like mouth, still smelling of my semen, whispered in my ear: "Ling, you look so good dressed like this, I want you to dress like this and fuck me." (Note: My name contains the character Ling, so I will use "Ling" here as my wife's way of addressing me.)
I was truly flattered at this moment, my God! Is this the wife who seemed to be on the verge of frigidity not long ago? I saw Ting lean down again, and take my little brother into her mouth again. Unable to resist her passion, my little brother quickly became erect again.
I raised my long-dormant penis, quickly stripped Ting naked, her pubic hair already overflowing with moisture, and thrust in... Ting hugged me tightly: "Ling... harder, I want more..."
"Ah~~" Ting craved my penis tonight, just like on our wedding night, and it didn't end until she climaxed three times. Ting's
unusual passion today flattered me, but no matter what, I finally tasted my wife's sexy and passionate body again, and I really hoped that she would be like this every day.
Afterwards, I kept thinking about what made Ting
so aroused. (IV) My Wife's Sexual
Orientation So, I've been thinking about what happened that day, and I've come to the conclusion that my seemingly serious wife might get sexually aroused if she saw me wearing her underwear. To prove it, the next night after the kids were asleep, I sneaked into her closet and took another pair of her sexy underwear—this time, it was a bright red with a transparent side panel.
I took off my own pants, slowly put on her panties, then slipped on a robe and climbed into bed next to her. Based on my experience from the past few months, if I climbed into bed and touched her at this point, she definitely wouldn't give me a warm welcome. So, I slowly moved closer and hugged her from behind
… Sure enough, Ting looked annoyed when I woke her up. Before she could explode, I quickly pulled her right hand down to my crotch. She paused for a moment, then a strange smile bloomed on her face: "Ling, why are you wearing my underwear again?" She patted her son beside her to make sure he was asleep, then got up and beckoned to me. I followed her quietly to the next room. (Note: If the son is woken up, there's nothing more to do.
) The next room was a guest room, but it was usually empty. As soon as Ting led me there, she threw herself at me and said coquettishly, "Ling, you're dressed like this again. Let me take a closer look."
She turned on the light and stared at my erect penis, which was bulging out of her panties, as if it were something interesting. Then Ting suddenly hugged me and kissed me passionately... Oh my god! Just as I thought, my wife gets excited when she sees me wearing her underwear!
After a passionate kiss, Yating told me to sit in front of the vanity, then winked at me playfully and said, "Honey, I'll help you with your makeup, you'll look even better." I was already in a bind, so I did as she said.
Yating quickly grabbed her whole bunch of tools: eyebrow trimmer, leg shaving cream, powder... a whole bunch. With each item she took out, her face grew even more flushed with desire. Finally, she even pulled out a wig. Yating applied
powder to my face, trimmed my eyebrows, and then grabbed one of her sexy nightgowns for me to wear. After I finished applying my makeup as she instructed, I saw her looking at me, constantly stroking my breasts, and then suddenly lowering her head to take my already impatient penis into her mouth, swallowing and spitting it up and down, almost reaching the base of my penis each time.
This piston-like motion lasted for five minutes. I couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly pressed Ting's head down. Then my glans tightened, and I ejaculated. However, since I had ejaculated many times yesterday, today's amount was relatively small. I saw Ting greedily licking the semen residue from her lips... I didn't expect Ting to maintain yesterday's enthusiasm. I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. I had finally found a way to arouse my serious wife's sexual desire!
However, Ting obviously didn't want to end it. She gently hugged me. Because she had dressed me up like a woman, I felt a little strange, but Ting obviously appreciated my appearance. She breathed into my ear with her cherry-like mouth: "Ling, come over here and look in the mirror." I
was half-pulled by Ting to the large mirror in the guest room, and I was momentarily stunned. While I wouldn't call myself beautiful, my wife's makeup skills were superb. The powder on my face concealed the roughness of my skin, and with the shaping of my eyebrows and the addition of a wig, combined with my naturally delicate oval face, I could easily be mistaken for a tall, beautiful woman from a distance.
At this moment, my wife, looking at me in the mirror, became even more aroused. She pulled down her panties from under her robe, revealing her proud C-cup breasts and the thick, dark bush below. She slowly wrapped her arms around my neck, then suddenly pressed down on me with all her might. At that moment
, I instinctively felt my wife wanted me to squat down, so I slowly lowered myself following her force. Gradually, Ting pressed my head towards her private area, and I felt this extreme stimulation. I obediently stuck out my tongue and probed into her most sensitive honey hole. I saw Ting let out a soft moan as my tongue entered, followed by "Ah~~ Ling... faster... deeper..."
I then took the opportunity to tease her: "Ting, if you don't open your mouth wider, how can I kiss your little sister?" Ting
pressed my head down even harder with both hands: "Ah~~ Ling, I want you to kiss my little sister..." Then she spread her legs even wider... Under my fierce tongue penetration, Ting's first orgasm of the day came from my oral service.
Tonight, Ting's passion was even more unstoppable than last night. Even after her orgasm, she was clearly not satisfied. This was the first time since our marriage that I believed the medical reports that "women can have more than one orgasm."
Ting pushed me onto the bed almost roughly, gently sucking on my nipples with her tongue, her hands roaming over my sensitive areas. It was a bit like a thirsty man assaulting a beautiful woman, but as long as Ting had overcome her frigidity, this proactive approach was an unimaginable paradise for me.
Ting continued to thirstily slip her hands inside my (or rather, her) sexy clothes, using her mouth to give me the deepest oral service until I couldn't come any further… until I couldn't come any more. Afterwards
, I kissed Ya-ting contentedly, and she nestled against me tenderly. But I was still bothered by her change in the past two days. Taking advantage of her good mood, I asked her, "Ting, why do you look completely different when I dress like this?"
Ting seemed to realize she'd been too passionate, anticipating my question. She playfully flicked my forehead with her finger and gave me a coquettish glare: "What, don't you men all love women who are promiscuous? Isn't this just what you want?" I knew if
Ting didn't want to talk about it, I couldn't do anything about it, but I really wanted to get to the bottom of it, so I stammered, "That's right! As long as I can keep you this promiscuous… um, I mean sexy, I'm willing to sacrifice anything. But I really want to know, don't you think you've changed too much from before?" h6 m
Ting, perhaps still basking in the afterglow of her recent climax, seemed particularly considerate. She playfully said, "Then you have to promise that I'll arrange everything in this area from now on. If you can guarantee that, I'll only become more lewd, more sexy, and more the kind of lewd woman you desire."
I immediately jumped out of bed, raised my hand high, and said earnestly, "I, Fang Ziling, swear that from now on, my wife will arrange everything in our sex life, and I will never break my promise. If I do, may I be struck by lightning!" My wife was startled by my immediate seriousness (Note: Fang Ziling is the name of the protagonist in this story). Actually, I had been genuinely frightened by her "frigidity" these past few months, so I seized this opportunity to prevent her from having a chance to back out. Ting
was only surprised for a moment, then I could tell she was genuinely amused. She immediately covered my mouth with her soft little hand, playfully scolding, "You! What kind of oath is that? If I do that, I'll be a widow forever! Don't make those kinds of promises!" But I could tell she was very happy.
However, I was still a little worried, so I carefully asked, "Ting, but you have to promise that you love me the most."
Ting snuggled into my arms shyly and said, "If I don't love you, who else would I love? Don't worry, you are the most beloved and important man in my heart."
Later, Ting also told me why she felt so moved when she saw me wearing her clothes, especially when I dressed like a woman. It
turns out that Ting had a crush on a senior in high school. The senior was gentle, affectionate, and academically gifted. According to Ting, once when she went to the senior's house to discuss homework, because she was rather proactive, they made out each other. However, since neither of them were virgins, it ended there. Afterwards, Ting couldn't sleep all night, and that feeling was deeply etched in her memory.
One reason Ting chose me among her many suitors was because I looked very refined, and my face and features resembled that senior's. Although it had been a long time, yesterday when she saw me wearing her underwear, Ting quickly connected me to her high school senior.
Of course, I was a little concerned about whether Ting didn't love me, or even loved her former senior more, so I asked her, "Ting, do you still love that senior now?"
Ting didn't hesitate: "What I feel for you is love, but the feeling I got from that senior back then was a kind of carnal stimulation. Besides, she was a woman, and I'm not a lesbian. It was just a pure, fantastical feeling of love between a junior and senior in high school." It
was also tonight that we decided on the basic principles for our future sex life:
1. Before having sex with Ting, I must first dress as a woman. 2.
From now on, I must follow Ting's instructions and do the whitening and skincare routine she taught me every day. 3.
Regarding sex, she had to take the lead, and I had to absolutely obey her instructions. If I didn't, Ting could refuse to have sex with me.
Then, a few days later, Ting gave me a bottle of face cream and many facial care products. It was obvious that they were high-end products that Ting had just bought. There were products to clear blackheads and products to make the skin soft and white... Ting patiently taught me how to use them and even personally gave me facials in the following days.
I couldn't help but ask her, "Wife, will you love me more if I give you a facial?" My wife smiled and then kissed me: "Love, I want you to give me a facial, and do that with me every day." Then she blushed and ran away.
At this moment, I was really satisfied. I really wanted my wife's passion to continue these past few days. As long as my wife could maintain this sexiness, wearing my wife's clothes and getting facials were minor matters. t3 m
(V) My Wife's Training (1) 8 f o8 ?: q$ _
After my wife regained her sexual interest, she required me to do maintenance every day and checked my progress daily, including whether I had shaved my leg hair, whether I had cleaned my skin on time, etc. Then, after she finished checking at night, she would passionately demand my penis. ; d( c% \) msx s2 j8 ^ v
But gradually... I found that my wife was increasingly enjoying the dominant way in sex, and our sex life was gradually becoming dominated by her, and it was getting closer and closer to SM. And my wife obviously has the qualifications to be a S, and the level of humiliation she inflicted on me during sex was constantly increasing, and Ting could only achieve higher sexual satisfaction by constantly humiliating me. A month later, our sex life had changed a lot. : w q3 c7 v% Today ,
before going to work, Ya-ting reminded me again to take care of myself regularly. Since my job requires me to spend most of my time at home and not go to the office, I've recently gotten used to this lifestyle: Ya-ting goes to work while I do my homework at home as she instructs, and then I look forward to our passionate sex when she comes home.
However, starting last week, Ting not only checked and instructed me on whitening skincare before leaving the house, but also gave me a bottle of pills to take every day. I was originally reluctant to take medicine indiscriminately, but because Ting repeatedly emphasized that it contained high-grade placental extract, which could make whitening more effective and was good for my health, and because Ting always ordered me around like a queen at night, I had no choice but to obey her instructions and take the medicine for both personal and professional reasons. Today, Ting got home from work close to six o'clock. This month ,
we've been playing dress-up and queen games like crazy almost every day after Ting gets off work, and today was no exception. As soon as Ting
got home, she saw me wearing her sexy underwear and a very realistic female wig. My eyebrows had been trimmed by Ting into a long, beautiful shape. As soon as Ting closed the door, she couldn't wait to reach down to my crotch, and my penis, unfortunately, was only half-erect. Lately, perhaps because we do it every day, my penis is always only half-erect, but Ting says she prefers it this way.
Then Ting started licking my penis, swallowing and spitting out my testicles, licking all the way to my anus… Lately, Ting has been licking my anus a lot, something I never dared to imagine before. Then Ting stopped and said in a commanding tone, "Ling, come and lick Tingting's little mouth!" I obediently moved my mouth closer and licked Tingting's peach garden, my tongue automatically slipping between the two labia and going deeper into the hole.
But today was different; Tingting's craving seemed even stronger. She suddenly ordered me, "Ling, go and get the teacup from that coffee table over there!" I didn't know what Tingting wanted to do, so I went and picked up a cup that could hold about 500cc of tea.
I saw Ting with one leg straddling a small chair, her legs wide open, her eyes filled with lust. I knew from her eyes that she wanted to seek higher stimulation and try something new. Sure enough, after Tingting took the cup from me, I heard a "splish-splash" sound. Tingting had actually urinated in front of me, and she caught most of the urine in the cup. As she was finishing urinating, I heard Ting
's coquettish voice command me, "Ling, come and catch it, don't let it drip onto the ground." I hurriedly put my mouth to hers and caught the remaining urine, then proactively licked her genitals clean. Ting
's constant innovation and abuse were addictive, giving me immense stimulation and pleasure each time. When
I finished cleaning Ting's genitals, she looked at me with a smile, holding the cup of hot urine in her hand. She approached and hugged me with her left arm. Suddenly, she put her mouth to the rim of the cup and took a small sip, her eyes full of lust. Then she brought her red lips to my lips, and without hesitation, I put my mouth to hers and sucked her golden fluid, as if drinking the finest wine.
9 k- s$ u% s. u5 q Then Ting handed me the whole cup and ordered me, "Drink it all!" Hearing Ting's commanding tone, I felt like I was being electrocuted. My half-erect penis twitched twice and then I ejaculated. Then I picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. 0 c* q1 c9 j/ w! m1 k/ o% ar
(VI) My Wife's Discipline (2)
k$ un$ ?s Before leaving early this morning, Ya Ting gave me another list. It listed the homework I had to do today. The first part was similar to the previous weeks, all about how to do beauty and dressing. To be honest, after Ting's guidance lately, coupled with my daily anticipation of
our sexual encounters and my fear of Ting reverting to her previous frigidity, I've been very diligent. I've even searched online for information on cosmetics and beauty products. With Ting's daily checks, my skin is much better than before, especially my face. My pores have shrunk, and my skin is smoother and softer.
The second part is something new added today: Ting has started making me diet. My three meals a day can only consist of fixed amounts of fruits, vegetables, and low-fat foods. And Ting even added a line at the end:
"Ling, you can only drink 500cc of water today. If you dare drink more than that, see if I'll talk to you anymore! Your loving wife.
" So, with a heavy heart, I dared not drink too much water from early morning and followed Ting's diet for three meals a day. It seems Ting wants me to lose weight. Speaking of which, I have to describe my appearance a little: I am 165 cm tall and weigh 57 kg, a standard figure, considered fair-skinned and refined, just not tall enough. However, because my face is quite delicate for a guy, I am considered good-looking despite my height. As mentioned earlier, it is because I am too delicate that my wife associates me with her high school senior.
Although I am a bit thin, I am still relatively robust compared to girls. Therefore, yesterday my wife said that my face looks like a girl when I wear makeup, but my waist is too thick. It seems Ting really wants to make me look exactly like her senior.
When it was almost time for Ting to get off work, I heard her drive into the garage, and my heart started pounding. As soon as Ting
entered the door, we embraced and kissed passionately. The feeling was even stronger than during our honeymoon; I truly felt like I was in heaven! I was certain that the nightmare of my wife's frigidity over the past few years was over. I had also fully grasped the key element of Ting's arousal: my obedience, my utmost obedience to my wife, including imitating her senior and becoming her sex slave, allowing Ting to enjoy the greatest dominance in sex. I was willing to do
all of this. I think perhaps only readers who have experienced the same frigidity of their wives can truly understand this feeling!
As soon as Ting entered the room, her serious office worker face instantly transformed into a seductive, languid woman. She hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Sister Ling, I've been thinking about you all day at work." (Note: I forgot to mention, my wife stipulates that if you're going to learn something, you have to learn the whole thing. She calls me "Sister Ling" whenever she wants to have sex, because her senior's name contains the character "Ling," which sounds like my name, Ling.) Then, blushing and even softer, Ting whispered in my ear
, "I haven't been to the bathroom all day... Sister Ling, you must be so thirsty."
My heart was pounding. So this was the moment Ting had been planning to forbid me from drinking water all morning! The humiliation and the thrill made me kneel down almost without thinking, using the most submissive posture to pull off Ting's work skirt, then her panties down to her knees. Kneeling there, I greedily licked Ting's labia with the tip of my tongue.
Ting leaned against the door. Just as I pressed my mouth against my wife's other small mouth and began to suckle, I heard a groan from deep within her throat: "Mmm... Sister Ling, I'm peeing... Ahhh..." Then a powerful stream of urine gushed from my wife's urethra. I desperately caught it with my mouth and swallowed it greedily...
My wife's pee lasted almost thirty seconds, and although I caught about 80% of it, a considerable amount still dripped from the corners of my mouth onto the ground. k) s; c
Just after Ting finished urinating, she suddenly looked at me with the most lewd expression and abruptly raised her right foot. Ting wore high heels to work, and now she stepped on my head with her heel. I felt her right foot begin to exert pressure on me, and I heard her give her first official command after getting home from work that day: "Sister Ling, lick the pee off the floor!" So I obediently let Ting's high heel press my head to the floor, licking every last drop of pee off the floor.
After licking, Ting lay on the sofa, one leg touching the floor and the other leg against the back of the chair, her legs spread wide, completely revealing her thick pubic hair and private parts. As soon as I saw this, I automatically went over and knelt down between Ting's legs. I knew that Ting wanted me to service her with my tongue. - py1 a; n. a* gj) h
I lovingly licked the already overflowing entrance of Ting's vagina with the tip of my tongue. I saw that Ting's entrance was opening and closing, and the two labia were already swollen into two large pieces. The small bud at the top was also protruding and erect. I knew that Ting had entered the most passionate state.
mh% j/ m6 w) v% r/ k; r In this situation, I sometimes licked the tip of the bud, sometimes inserted my tongue deep into the hole, and sometimes swept across the entrance. Then, with my oral service and Ting's soft moans and groans, Ting reached orgasm. , s/ e# h9 j0 n& rx
(VII) Wife's Training (3)
! x* f, q) i9 r As my wife and I's sex life heated up, our relationship also got better and better. We thought about each other almost all the time, and I believed that since Ting had become aware of sex, she must have been thinking about how to achieve higher sexual satisfaction every day. 0 nv3 e- t1 ?
Lately, I've been getting semi-erect erections less and less often, but my skin is getting better and better, more and more like a woman's skin. And because I'm controlling my food intake, my weight has dropped to around 53 kilograms, and I've even developed a waistline, which isn't a problem, but I've noticed that I'm starting to develop female breasts. This phenomenon is generally seen in modern children who love to eat foods like fried chicken that have been injected with
growth hormones. But I've noticed my breasts are gradually developing. Although they're not very big, they feel a bit like the breasts of a primary school girl who's just starting to develop. I suspect it's the pills that are causing this, so tonight I tentatively asked Ting, "Ting, where did you buy that pill you gave me? Will it have any side effects? Lately, I feel like my breasts are getting bigger."
When Ting heard me ask that, she understood what I meant, and her face immediately turned unhappy: "Sister Ling, your breasts are too small. Wouldn't it be better if I helped you make them bigger?" Hearing Ting say that,
I realized it really was because of the pills, and that Ting did it on purpose. This was hard for me to accept: "Ting... why did you make me take this? I'm a man! What would a man's breasts look like if they got bigger?" When
Ya-ting heard me say that, she didn't answer immediately. Instead, she suddenly leaned closer and licked my nipple with her tongue (Note: I was already dressed up, wearing Ya-ting's sexy panties and pajamas). Stimulated by her tongue, I began to moan and groan like a girl.
When she put her hand inside my panties, she suddenly thrust her index finger into my anus, inserting a section of her finger. Whenever Ya-ting used this trick, I didn't know the principle behind it, but I would always fantasize about being Ya-ting's senior at that moment because of Ya-ting's insertion, that is, the Ling-jie I subconsciously imitated would suddenly take over my self. At this
point, Ting would always steer me, "Sister Ling, you're so lewd! Do you want a big cock inside you?" And every time, I couldn't bear the immense stimulation of self-humiliation and would have extremely self-destructive thoughts, panting with almost womanly moans, "Ting, Sister Ling wants a man, wants a big cock, I want..."
But today, after I asked that, Ting seemed unhappy. She suddenly removed her fingers from my panties and said in a commanding tone, "Sister Ling, I'll take you outside for a stroll today!"
Hearing Ting say this, I was startled. Did Ting want me to go out dressed like this? So I stammered and asked cautiously, "Ting, you don't mean you want me to dress like this..." C-
Ting glared at me, a strange smile playing on her lips. "Of course not, my dear Ling-jie. Dressed like that, I guarantee you'll be raped before you even get out of here!" She then laughed smugly. "Don't you know how much effort I've put in this month? You're a real beauty now!"
With that, C-Ting dragged me to her wardrobe and started choosing a slightly puffy pale yellow dress, plus a light jacket… After C-Ting's efforts, I was transformed into an elegant beauty in a dress and short skirt.
Looking in the mirror, I couldn't help but admire the effort C-Ting had put into me this month. Plus, because of the pills, my normally flat chest had been artificially enhanced with a cleavage by C-Ting using a bra she'd somehow bought. I was confident that even acquaintances wouldn't recognize me in this outfit
. Then Ting put on a coat and tossed me the car keys: "Ling, let's go to McDonald's." I was startled by her idea and stammered, "Ting, McDonald's is so crowded, I really don't dare..." Ting
smiled and kissed my lips, which I had just applied lipstick to, and said with a laugh, "You're worried too? Don't you men love seeing us girls without underwear in crowded places?"
Hearing her say that, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. To be honest, I had thought about such scenarios, but I had never actually done them. My wife seemed to understand men's psychology; it seemed my wife also secretly read erotic articles... While
my mind was wandering, I got into the car with my wife. Fortunately, it was nighttime, and McDonald's had a drive-thru, so with a guilty conscience, I dressed in women's clothing and followed my wife to the McDonald's drive-thru. When I
arrived at window number one, the waiter was a part-time worker who looked like a college student. He obviously couldn't tell I was dressed up and asked in a formulaic way, "Miss, what order would you like?" Just as I hesitated, my wife grabbed the order from the passenger seat: "I want six ice cream waffles, and I'll put them in a bag." So I quickly took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the part-time worker.
The part-time worker gave me one last look before leaving; I don't know if it was because my wife's makeup skills made me look pretty, or if he sensed something was wrong. We got home without any trouble.
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When I got home, I saw that Ting's cheeks were flushed. Judging from her expression, I knew that Ting found tonight's adventure very exciting, and that this had aroused her desire. Ting asked me to put six egg roll ice creams in the refrigerator first, and then she went into the bathroom by herself first. I don't know what she was doing. $ m# @* s* p3 @$ ^
Not long after, I heard Ting's voice coming from the bathroom: "Ziling, come in and help me for a moment."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but be curious. Given Yiting's passionate expression earlier, one would expect her to "abuse" me as soon as we got home, but instead, she was asking me for help in the bathroom. So, I went in as she instructed and found that Yiting had already taken off her skirt and stockings. There was a basin on the floor with some things on it. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was an enema kit and medicine.
I was stunned for a moment: "Ting, are you constipated?" Yiting,
embarrassed by my blunt question, tapped me on the back with her little fist and said, "What kind of question is that? You're the one who's constipated!" Then she pulled me, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and help me!" Only
then did I realize that Yiting wanted me to help her with an enema. This is truly a novel experience. I've only ever seen similar scenes in Japanese adult films before, and I never imagined that Ting would actually ask me to help her today. Just thinking about Ting's panting and gasping expression when she arrived made my penis drool and become semi-erect (Note: because of the medicine Ting gave me, it's been semi-erect lately).
I swallowed hard. Ting held onto the small chair in the bathroom, her buttocks facing me. So, I imitated the method I'd seen in porn, aiming a ball of enema fluid at Ting's anus and slowly squeezing it in, asking as I did so, "Ting, isn't this too fast?" Ting
glanced back at me, her face flushed, clearly very excited. She whispered, a little embarrassed, "No, you can continue. Stop when I tell you to." Before the second ball was even finished, Ting's expression suddenly changed: "Ahhh, Ling
, that's enough, get out!"
I was clueless, but obediently followed my wife's instructions and went out. I'd barely stepped out of the bathroom when I heard the soft sound of diarrhea, followed by Ting's intoxicating moans, and then the sound of her flushing.
When Ting opened the door, I couldn't resist hugging her and kissing her tenderly. Ting gave me a charming look: "Ling, don't you think it smells bad?"
I quickly shook my head and said, "As long as it's you, Ting, I don't think it smells bad. You smell the best from head to toe." Ting
was happy to hear me say that and kept asking me, "Really?" Then Ting gave me a mischievous look: "Then I want you to swear again, or I won't let you out today."
I didn't know my wife was suddenly being so serious, but I could only immediately and solemnly swear, "I, Fang Ziling, swear that anything on Ting, no matter what it is, is the most fragrant and absolutely will not smell bad. If I dare to complain that anything on my wife smells bad, I am willing to accept the most severe punishment from my wife."
My wife was obviously very happy with my oath: "Ziling, you said it yourself! If you dare to complain that anything on me smells bad, I will never sleep with you again!"
Just thinking about my wife's previous coldness, I immediately made a hasty promise, how could I dare to disobey her?
Then Ting affectionately wrapped her arms around my neck, and her cherry lips pressed deeply against mine. Ting and I kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's tongues as deeply as possible. I could feel how much Ting wanted and loved me at that moment. Ting
guided me to sit on the edge of the bed, and she lay down on the bed like a begonia. I knew the main event of the night was about to begin. I followed Ting onto the bed, and as usual, the first thing I did was to bring my head close to Ting's alluring triangle to find the fleshy crevice among the tender grass.
Ting was clearly more aroused tonight. Her shapely legs clamped my head between them, bringing my head and her alluring crevice as close as possible. In this situation, I could only desperately lick and suck on Ting's crevice and the pointed clitoris with my tongue at an extremely high speed.
As Ting's moans grew louder, she suddenly told me to stop: "Ling, you... ah... no, pause for a moment, I need you to go to the refrigerator and get that ice cream."
I was stunned for a moment. Why would Ting want ice cream at this time? Although McDonald's egg roll ice cream is quite delicious, how could I finish making it halfway...?
But I dared not disobey Ting's wishes, so I ran to get the ice cream at top speed. When I brought it back, I saw that Ting had somehow gotten a basin and a very large syringe. Actually, calling it a syringe was more like calling it a giant water gun. I looked at it and couldn't help but ask Ting dumbfoundedly, "Wife, what is this...?
" My wife became even more excited, her face flushed. She gasped, "Ling, quickly put that ice cream into the syringe..."
I vaguely understood what she wanted to do, but the overwhelming stimulation and humiliation made it impossible for me to refuse. It was as if a wicked demon was urging me to experience and enjoy this humiliation.
Following Ting's instructions, I quickly filled the syringe with ice cream and then slowly and gently brought the nozzle to Ting's anus, like an enema. Ting's continuous
low moans caused me to ejaculate as soon as I injected the ice cream into her anus, soaking half of my sexy panties. After I had injected all the ice cream into Ting, I saw that she was almost consumed by lust.
Ting climbed naked onto me, slowly pressing me down. I was forced to lie on the floor by Ting. Ting said in an almost tearful tone, "Ling, do you know that I was afraid you would find me smelly, so I cleaned my belly completely and still went to buy your favorite ice cream... All of this was for you, you can't go back on your word~"
Then Ting lay on my chest, looking at me affectionately: "Ling, I want you to say it again, everything Ting'er has smells good, including Ting'er's poop. Ling, say it once, now!"
Looking at Ting's almost climaxing expression and tone, I replied almost without thinking: "As long as it's anything on Ting'er's body, even Ting'er's poop, it will be the most fragrant and delicious thing in the world." After I said that, Ting
immediately sat on my face, pressing her anus against mine; her mouth wasn't idle either, constantly biting and licking my semi-erect penis through her panties.
I looked closely at Ting's anus, and saw it contracting repeatedly, as if something was about to come out. Then Ting let out a moan: "Ah... Ling, I'm about to come out, you have to catch me..."
Then, I saw the white, semi-solid ice cream slowly gushing out of Ting's anus. I knew this humiliation was something I had never experienced before, but this act that broke all social norms aroused my greatest perverse desires. I couldn't wait for the white ice cream to come out before immediately using my tongue to scoop it up, and even tried to use the tip of my tongue to try to penetrate Ting's anus.
Under my stimulation, Ting expelled the white ice cream even faster, and there was even a faint yellowish-brown mixed in, but I greedily licked it all up.
(Nine, Final Chapter) Ultimate Domination. In a pub, two hot beauties sat
at the bar drinking. One of them had an oval face and wore a light yellow short skirt that revealed her long, shapely legs. The stockings accentuated the beautiful lines of her thighs. She wore a low-cut t-shirt, and while her breasts weren't large, they were probably a B cup. The other woman sitting next to her was slightly shorter, but had a fuller bust and thicker eyebrows. She looked like a sexy woman with personality. This woman was none other than the well-known Ya Ting
. At this point, a number of men swarmed around them like bees gathering nectar, and the two women were amused, giggling frequently. Then, the taller of the two beauties, somewhat reluctantly pushed by Ya Ting, got up with one of the men, seemingly to go to the dance floor. She kept glancing at Ya Ting, seemingly unwilling, but Ya Ting gave her a casual glare, and she resignedly allowed the man to pull her off the dance floor by the waist.
The two women danced a slow dance, their arms linked around each other's waists. The man, clearly an experienced dancer, moved his right hand inappropriately from her waist down to her thigh with the rhythm of the dance. Just as his hand was about to reach her private parts, the woman nervously grabbed his hand, preventing him from crossing the line. However, the man persisted, holding her tightly, first licking her earlobe, then slowly moving towards her bright red lips. She naturally turned her head away, skillfully avoiding his kiss. But just as she turned her
head to avoid the man's deep kiss, she saw that Ya Ting, who had been sitting at the bar, was also looking at her, her eyes showing displeasure. She was clearly bothered by Ya Ting's gaze, and gradually gave up resisting. With the rhythm of the slow dance and the man's guidance, she resignedly tilted her head back slightly. Seeing that she no longer dodged, he didn't hold back, immediately planting a deep kiss on her lips, his tongue plunging into her mouth.
At first, she seemed to resist a little, but under the man's skillful tongue, she gradually began to reciprocate with her own tongue, her arms gradually wrapping around the back of his neck, tightly embracing him. Only then did Ya Ting reveal a slight, unintentional smile. By
now, I think the reader has probably guessed that the slightly taller woman is Fang Ziling, who is also Yating's husband. Today is another sexual game Yating is playing on me. Recently, Yating has been controlling my diet to make my figure more curvaceous, and she's been injecting me with some kind of injection she somehow got her hands on, making my breasts a full B cup, and my skin almost indistinguishable from a woman's.
During the day, she instructed me to wear women's clothing and watch some films she chose for me, and to imitate the women's speech and actions in the films. I don't know where she got them, but I know that if I don't do as she says, Yating will stop having sex with me and will no longer use sadomasochism to satisfy me. To get my wife's sex, I have completely become a masochist who can't live without Yating. Today
was also a test from my wife to see the results of her training over the past six months. Whenever she forces me to dress as a woman, she becomes unusually sexually aroused afterward and satisfies me when we get home. My wife will stomp on me with her high heels, or make me drink her "golden water," or make me lick the ice cream or rice that comes out of her anus.
I know that if Ting continues to train me like this, one day I will really believe that I am a woman, but for my beloved wife, I can't resist. And under her repeated abuse, I unwittingly achieve sexual satisfaction every time
. Today is Friday. My wife's work outfits have become increasingly sexy lately. Not only are her skirts getting shorter, but she's also wearing her carefully chosen sexy high heels, a fitted top, and a light white cardigan.
This not only enhances her overall look but also gives her a sexiness she never had before, especially her firm, full breasts, which are even more noticeable under the fitted top. Ya-ting has changed a lot in the past six months; she's no longer the icy beauty she used to be. I think it must be my efforts that have changed her.
Before leaving for work this morning, she snuggled against me in a coquettish tone. Of course, I habitually make sure she looks her best before leaving.
Ya-ting: "Ling-jie, I'm going to work now, don't miss me~" Then my wife gave me a deep, affectionate kiss. 'Oh! My wife is so loving and sexy now,' I couldn't help but think.
But what my wife said next startled me: "Ling-jie, you've become more and more beautiful lately. Every time we go out together, so many men ask you where you live and what your name is! Honey, I'm so jealous!" I
knew immediately this was just the beginning; she was definitely thinking of some way to humiliate me again. Sure enough, she
continued, "Ling-jie, how about I find you a boyfriend?" I almost fainted. I pleaded in a low voice, "Honey, I'm a man! I only love you. I haven't even touched another woman. You want me to have a boyfriend? I really can't accept that."
My wife's face immediately darkened: "Honey, were you lying about how happy you were kissing that man last time?
" I stammered, "I only started because you kept staring at me..." Actually, I didn't know how to explain it. Last time, it was initially to obey my wife's orders, but later, the intense humiliation led to a strange stimulation and self-destructive mentality, causing me to constantly demand things from her, like a slut. Fortunately, Ya-ting had already forced me to wear specially made briefs, taking thorough precautions; otherwise, my private parts would likely have been exposed.
Under my wife's stern gaze and my own incoherent thoughts, I acquiesced to her suggestion.
Soon, on Saturday, my wife was tidying the living room early in the morning. I knew her colleague was coming over. My wife said she told her colleague I was her sister, still single, and he was coming to our house for lunch
. In a state of anxiety and self-destructive urges, the doorbell finally rang, and his wife eagerly went to open the door. Entering was a man who wasn't particularly refined, burly, and exuded a strong bureaucratic air; he was probably under forty. Although he had clearly tried hard to shave and dress neatly, it was obvious he wasn't used to dressing like that.
As I was wondering why my wife would choose such a person, she had already invited him into the living room and made him sit down. Judging from my wife's attitude, she and this colleague must be quite familiar with each other. Yating
: "Brother Quan, come in quickly, the food is ready, please sit down." Then my wife introduced this colleague to me: "Sister Ling, this is my colleague, his name is Zhang Kequan. Don't let his appearance fool you, he's a rising star in our company, he manages all the purchasing and budgeting."
Brother Quan smiled generously at me, but I could feel his lecherous gaze constantly sizing me up. I secretly pulled my wife aside and whispered, "Honey, why does he seem a little unreliable?"
My wife glared at me, annoyed: "Do you think you're really on a blind date? You want a handsome guy? I'll find you someone like Takeshi Kaneshiro later." I whispered back, "That's not what I meant, but honey,
why do you seem so familiar with him?"
My wife grew even more impatient: "My own colleague won't cause any trouble. I can guarantee that Brother Quan will be perfectly fine. You better behave yourself and cheat on me. If you don't become Brother Quan's woman today, I'll never let you touch an inch of my skin again!"
Since my wife had given me this ultimatum, I dared not object anymore, so the three of us had lunch together.
During the meal, my wife kept toasting Brother Quan, and she drank more and more. After drinking half a bottle of liquor, she finally succumbed to the alcohol and fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. Only Brother Quan and I remained, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. Brother Quan, without any politeness, moved his seat next to me and kept toasting me. His motives were quite obvious.
During the toasting and returning the toast, Quan Ge's left hand had somehow gotten around my slender waist, and then gradually began to wander into my clothes. Although I was a little tipsy, I instinctively pushed Quan Ge's inappropriate hand away. In a soft, feminine voice that I had practiced for a long time, I protested in a low voice, "Quan Ge, you're drunk, don't do this..."
But the more I protested, the more Quan Ge took advantage of me. He grabbed me with both hands and said, "Xiao Ling, I've heard Xiao Ting talk about you before. You must be lonely."
I stammered weakly, "What did Ting say about me?" Quan Ge
: "She said you need a man's comfort and that I should help you. So don't pretend anymore, let us hug!" After saying that, Quan Ge hugged me and carried me to another sofa, pressing me down on top of him.
I really couldn't accept it for a moment, especially since the other party was a man who acted like a thug. But then I saw Ting on the other sofa peeking at me, and the look in her eyes seemed to say: "If you resist again, see how I deal with you tonight!"
I subconsciously gave in and stopped resisting Quan Ge's violation. In a few moments, Quan Ge stripped me naked. At this point, under my wife's "training," my body, except for a small penis that hadn't been erect for a long time, was no different from a real woman's, especially my breasts, which were full. But strangely, Quan Ge didn't seem surprised when he saw my genitals. Suddenly , Quan
Ge stripped himself naked, revealing his thick, hairy body. He pounced on me. I weakly resisted, but due to the vast difference in strength and with my wife watching from the side, I soon resigned myself to my fate and stopped resisting. Quan Ge's huge penis then began to penetrate my anus.
Perhaps due to my wife's recent use of the special anal dildo she bought for training, coupled with the fact that Quan Ge had just smeared his saliva on his glans, Quan Ge's glans gradually entered my anus. When Quan Ge's glans entered my anus, I suddenly felt like a woman, a feeling of extreme self-abandonment and self-torture. After
a low moan came from my lipstick-covered lips, Quan Ge suddenly began to thrust with all his might, and I hugged Quan Ge's back tightly with both hands, enduring everything Quan Ge did. At this moment, my heart had completely become Zi Ling, no longer the Zi Ling I used to be
. With Quan Ge's penetration and constant changes in position and style, my penis, which had been drugged by my wife and unable to get erect, ejaculated at least three times due to this extremely perverse sexual game. Each ejaculation was small, but it still exhausted me so much that I fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up.
When I woke up, it was still dark, but I heard Ya Ting's panting and Quan Ge's vulgarities. I peeked open my eyes and saw a scene that shocked me: my wife, Ya Ting, was on the sofa, completely naked, straddling Quan Ge. Her full, perky breasts were swaying up and down, and her vagina was constantly swallowing and releasing Quan Ge's huge penis.
My wife: "Quan Ge... hurry! Ting'er is about to come! Ah... Quan Ge, Ting'er feels so good...
" Quan Ge: "Hehe, I didn't expect you to be able to train your husband so well, you're really something! Today I'll give you a good time!"
Wife: "Ah... Ting'er listens to Quan Ge, she makes him take all the medicine you gave me, and he doesn't dare to say no. Ting'er even lied to him, saying she had a crush on a senior, and that she would only talk to him if he wore women's clothes, all for Quan Ge..." Quan
Ge: "From now on, you two will become my sex slaves, understand?" Wife: "Quan Ge, Ting'er will listen to you in
everything, as long as you fuck Ting'er every day... ah..."
At this moment, I thought about Ya-ting's previous behavior: why she suddenly became passionate, why she went from being indifferent to being sexy when she initially wouldn't let me touch her, and her unusual insistence on me wearing women's clothing and dressing as a woman… It all seemed to be related to this colleague of my wife's.
My wife finally climaxed under Quan-ge's constant thrusting. Then she saw me peeking and said in a humiliating tone, "Ling-jie, my good husband, come here and lick me and Quan-ge clean."
I was bewildered… but I couldn't turn back. So, feigning a shy, girlish demeanor, I slowly walked over…

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