Pleasure given by husband

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It was summer vacation. My child was staying with his maternal grandmother after middle school. One night, my husband was going out after dinner and might not be back for a while. He told me to go to sleep first, but I wanted him to be back by 10 pm. He said there was a condition for being back so early: I had to wait naked in the living room. I said I needed at least some pajamas, but he said not to turn on the lights, I had to be completely naked.

After my husband left, I tidied up the house, took a shower, and lay naked on the sofa watching TV while waiting. The phone rang, and I heard he was coming over. He was almost there, so I quickly got up to get dressed, but in my haste, I couldn't find my underwear. I was afraid to turn on the lights because the curtains weren't closed. The doorbell rang, and I mistakenly took my husband's shirt. The door opened, and seeing me like this, he assumed I'd been waiting for him. He immediately picked me up and buried his face in my genitals, kissing and caressing me relentlessly until I was breathless and my body went limp. He pulled down his pants and thrust inside me. I didn't care about anything else. I sat on top of him, his penetration deep inside, my body pounding against him. Waves of sensation shot up from my lower body to the top of my head, making me feel like I was floating on air. I didn't even know what he was doing to me. In my dazed state, I just told him to hurry up and finish, and then leave without me. After a rapid surge of pleasure, I lost consciousness. Suddenly, I woke up to find my husband sitting beside me, gently stroking me. I stood up in terror, and a gush of fluid gushed out of my genitals. My legs gave way, and I almost fell.

He carried me to the bathroom and gently washed me in the bathtub. My mind was blank, filled with shame. He carried me to the bed and said I must be tired. He told me to rest. My face was flushed, and I silently awaited the storm. I thought to myself, "It's over. Everything is over!" But he lay down, his hands roaming over my body, gently stroking me, asking if I was enjoying myself. I nodded, hugged him, and cried, begging him to hit or scold me. But he laughed and said, "Silly girl, why are you crying when you're having such pleasure?" He then inserted his fingers into my vagina, gently prying inside. The moment he touched me, I couldn't help but moan, gripping his hard, erect penis, wanting to thrust it in immediately. He said, "No, don't tire yourself out." I said, "I want more, just don't be too rough." That very night, I confessed, of course, only saying that it had only happened a few times. We experienced another kind of pleasure through gentle thrusting, holding each other tightly, letting our "pleasure nests" intertwine until dawn. Actually, when a couple has a good relationship and can be honest with each other, life is even happier and more fulfilling. Women, like men, also have desires; the question is how to make friends, how to manage relationships, and how to handle both internal and external matters. Sisters, what do you think?

The next day, we both took the day off from work, hesitating in bed until noon. When I got up, my husband wouldn't let me get dressed. He wanted me to be naked all day, but I said no. There were no curtains in the kitchen, so he made me wear only a thin, short nightgown, almost transparent, so short that if I stretched my arms out, everything below would be exposed. I had no choice but to avoid the balcony; thankfully, our buildings are quite far apart, so I didn't have to be too close to the windows. Strangely, I was in a state of inexplicable excitement all afternoon. My breasts were swollen and large, and my genitals were wet, twitching intentionally or unintentionally. When I asked my husband forbid it, he said things like it wouldn't be good for my health if I did it too often, and he wouldn't let me masturbate (he used to make me masturbate at night when he was away on business, and he even taught me how). Worst of all, he would touch me every now and then, making me restless. I asked, "Are you going to get revenge? Tell me what you want." I couldn't stand it. "You can do it yourself (I know he's still seeing his ex-girlfriends, and they've had some casual relationships, but he's very careful and never goes too far), why can't I!" I said a lot of resentful things. He chuckled and said, "It's for your own good, to restore your youthful vitality and make your life more colorful." What utter nonsense! It really infuriated me. I could only slouch against him, rubbing my nipples against his thighs and putting my nipples in his mouth to satisfy my urges. Actually, this was just a temporary measure. I couldn't stand not having sex when I was aroused; I would feel incredibly ashamed and uneasy. He knew this. He hugged me and said, "Don't feel bad. Let's go for a drive tonight and do it when we get back. Be a good boy." I nodded and asked him to use his hand to satisfy me and hold me to sleep for a while. He said, "You have to be a good boy." I said, "I promise I will!"

After dinner, I said I was going out, but he insisted on waiting. I don't know what he was up to. Around nine o'clock, he said it was okay and told me to change all my clothes and wear whatever he said. I was terrified and kept saying no. He said that if you want to be romantic, you have to be bold; you only have a few chances in life. Under his persuasion, I reluctantly put on the black sheer miniskirt and top that I usually only wear at home, with nothing underneath. I was really afraid of being seen in front of my house, as it would be easy to see through under the lights. Luckily, there were few people outside and the streetlights weren't bright. I sat on the back of the motorcycle and held on tightly. Soon we drove to a deserted place. He let me drive, and since there was no one around, I relaxed. Driving with the wind blowing was very comfortable. My miniskirt billowed in the wind, making it seem like I wasn't wearing anything. It was intoxicating to be completely naked under nature's touch. I really wanted to be naked. I said, "Can I have a nude moment?" He said to wait a moment, that there would be cars passing by, and told me to drive to the beach. When we got there, it was very quiet. I paused for a moment, and then took off all my clothes! It felt wonderful. The gentle caress of the sea breeze cleansed my soul, leaving it as pure as snow. My heart swelled with joy, as if my entire being had been reborn. The car bounced back and forth on the gravel road, my breasts heaving with pleasure, a wave of bliss without a trace of lust. Before I knew it, it was past one o'clock. If my husband hadn't urged me, I would have loved to stay like that. This moment was the happiest and most joyful I'd had in my thirty-odd years. I deeply thanked my husband, and loved him sincerely from the depths of my heart.

On the way home, I didn't want to put my clothes on. When we were about to get onto the main road, he told me to stop and put them on. I was reluctant, but he said a couple had been watching. I said, "What's the big deal? They might copy me!" I stopped and looked back—haha, they were undressing too! I told him not to look anymore, but he said, "They can look at you, but I can't look at them." I said, "You've seen a lot, but I haven't had many people look at me." "How many people would you be satisfied with?" "A lot." We reached the main road, and I had no choice but to put my clothes on, letting the skirt flutter in the wind. We didn't encounter anyone along the way. My husband went to drop off the car, and I went upstairs to wait at the door. My neighbor's wife came home from work and, seeing me like this, asked in surprise, "Just back?" I was embarrassed and said, "Going out with my husband." She said enviously, "How romantic!" (Damn that stairwell light, why isn't it broken?) She wouldn't open the door and went in, checking where I bought my clothes and asking all sorts of questions, making me blush. It was so see-through! My husband came upstairs before she went in. As soon as she entered, I immediately started taking my clothes off, demanding he take his off too, not caring that the door wasn't closed! Good heavens! She even came over, and I just happened to grab my husband's erect penis and tried to insert it, making sure she could see it clearly. Luckily, my husband had his back to me, so I quickly pushed him into the bathroom, leaving him confused. It turned out she had come to borrow something, and she even pinched me as she left. Little did she know that this would become a two-in-one affair—but that's another story. In bed, I wanted more, but my husband said he had to go to work the next day and didn't want it. I asked to sleep with it inside me, and my husband readily agreed. Sleeping with it inside is our specialty, and that night I had many erotic dreams.

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