The husband next door is surnamed Wang

"Honey, this place is really interesting! Your surname is Wang, and the couple next door are both surnamed Wang, even the man at the very back is surnamed Wang! Have we arrived at Wangjia Village?!" "Alright, alright, hurry up and move your things. You talk too much." "Hmph! You're complaining again. When you were pursuing me, you said I was cute and talkative, but now that you've won me over, you call me a gossip. My life is so miserable, waaaaah—" "Beautiful lady, beautiful wife, I'm sorry, please, don't stand here! I'm still carrying my things, I'm sorry, wife!" My husband and I rented an apartment in this neighborhood close to our workplace because we needed to renovate our new house. It was an old-style neighborhood, unlike the current ones where each apartment faces the other; instead, they were all next to each other.

Because the neighborhood was so old, the overall environment wasn't good, and the whole place had a dilapidated and run-down feel.

My husband couldn't help but sigh when he saw this, because he had lived in a neighborhood like this when he was a child.

My family is quite well-off, and I'd never seen a place like this before, so I was quite curious and didn't pay much attention to the surroundings.

When I arrived at our house, I ran into our neighbors, and we chatted for a while before discovering that they were also surnamed Wang. When my husband came up, we excitedly told him this interesting news, like discovering a new continent, which led to the conversation above.

"Ah—I'm exhausted, honey, can you get me some water? I'm thirsty—" "You've only carried such a small bag, from downstairs to the door, and you're already tired." "Oh, I am tired, please get me some water, I'm really thirsty—" I said to my husband in a sweet voice, deliberately shaking his hand and jiggling my chest, making his breathing quicken.

"Are you really thirsty?"

"Yes."

"Ahem, actually, you don't necessarily need water, my things can quench your thirst too!" Looking at my husband's mysterious smile, my curiosity was piqued.

"What is it?"

"It's this!"

Following my husband's finger, I was horrified to discover that it was his... crotch! Instantly, my face flushed crimson, and I covered my face with my hands.

Just as I was playing ostrich, I heard a rustling sound, and after a while, I felt a heat on my hands.

When I opened my hands, a bright red rod appeared in front of me, and I screamed! "Ah!!

You... take... take it away!!"

"Weren't you thirsty? Come on, be a good boy and make it big, then you can drink water!" "I... I don't want to, you pervert, take it away!" "You little slut, your breasts were shaking so much just now, making me hard, now I'll show you the consequences of teasing me!" "You..." Seeing my husband's shameless appearance, I was instantly speechless with anger, and slapped his penis hard! "Oh no! You've murdered your husband!! You'll be living the widow life from now on!!!" "Hmph, serves you right for being like this!" Watching my husband run to the bathroom in such a disheveled state, I couldn't help but chuckle.

Because I come from a scholarly family with strict upbringing, I was raised with the traditional values of a well-bred young lady. I only learned about sex in college.

This made me not enthusiastic about sex, even slightly apathetic, because I felt it was difficult to talk about and even considered unseemly.

I remember the first time I saw the word "oral sex" and learned its meaning, I felt like throwing up! My attitude towards sex wasn't casual or even disgusting. Coupled with the scholarly air I developed from childhood, I always had an unapproachable, goddess-like aura, to the point that suitors could fill an entire playground! Back then, before my husband was my husband, he was just one of my many suitors, not particularly handsome.

Of those who pursued me, most were only after my beauty or my family background, so I naturally didn't associate with them. Of the rest, some seemed knowledgeable but were actually quite shallow; I quickly lost interest after a few words. I didn't feel anything for the athletic boys who were irresistible to other girls. Most importantly, I didn't know what kind of boy I wanted or liked. Just when many men had failed me, and I had earned the reputation of being an "ice queen," my husband appeared. When

I first saw him, his unremarkable appearance didn't leave much of an impression. It was during a school speech competition that we had our first real encounter.

That competition was one of the few times I lost, and I accepted my defeat wholeheartedly. He didn't make any inappropriate moves like other lecherous men, which greatly aroused my interest.

He was the kind of academic high-achiever who was also good at sports, and among sports enthusiasts, he was eloquent and witty. So I was immediately attracted to him, and we quickly entered a passionate relationship.

Later I learned that he wasn't entirely indifferent to me; his apparent lack of interest was feigned to attract my attention.

Everything was fine during our relationship, except for one thing: sex.

I maintained a celibate relationship before marriage, partly due to traditional values, and partly to test him.

He was only allowed to hold my hand or kiss me—anything more was off-limits.

This directly led to me screaming and screaming during our wedding night, unable to even get out of bed the next day, something he was extremely proud of.

Because I hadn't experienced much complexity in life, my upbringing was very simple, making me seem very naive and romantic. I also believed the world was like it is in books, with more beautiful things than ugly ones. My husband always said I was easily fooled, but I thought it was good; at least it prevented me from living a very stressful life.

This has also affected my sex life with my husband. I'm extremely averse to anything other than the normal sexual position and vaginal intercourse, especially oral sex, anal sex, and the woman-on-top position. I used to think these things were extremely evil; how could a decent woman absorb and enjoy such things! This has led to frequent minor conflicts between my husband and me. I only accept the traditional sexual position and vaginal intercourse, so our relationship is generally harmonious except for sex.

Even the breast-shaking thing I did earlier was something I only accepted after my husband patiently explained, seduced, and caressed me. Even so, I still feel that every time we do it, I feel so...indecent.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, I can't help but wonder what my husband is doing now. Is he taking a shower? I can't help but recall that fleeting glimpse earlier—that big, long, bright red penis—it keeps lingering in my mind. Lately, I don't know why, but I seem to crave it more than before. Just thinking about my husband's penis makes my genitals instantly wet and sticky.

"Mmm—"

Feeling a trickle of fluid from my lower body, my face flushed, and my heart pounded with an itchy itch. I silently cursed myself for being a slut.

How could my desire be so strong? I'm a proper married woman! At noon, we ate our meal in silence, neither of us speaking.

Seeing my husband's seemingly listless appearance, my heart ached. "Honey, I'm sorry, did you... hurt yourself?" Seeing my concerned gaze, my husband sighed deeply and shook his head.

The more he acted this way, the more I blamed myself. We've been married for so long, why can't I satisfy my husband in this way? In the beginning... I'm a... proper married woman!! Women who take the initiative are often labeled as lewd, so women have always been asked to uphold traditional virtues. I was just trying to be a normal woman, I... I didn't do anything wrong! But seeing him like this, I felt so sorry for him, and I was torn between two conflicting emotions.

After a while, seeing him finish eating and make to leave, I bit my lower lip hard and took a deep breath.

"Honey, I... um... tonight... I'll help you with my hand!!" I stammered, seeing my husband's still clueless expression, I was exasperated.

This idiot, did he have to be so blunt and... lewd? "Didn't you say you were going to... masturbate? I'll help you tonight, don't be stubborn, okay, honey—" Seeing my distress and anxiety, coupled with this pitiful plea, my husband's eyes lit up. "

Okay, okay, I... gulp... tonight..."

Listening to his incoherent rambling, I was both annoyed and amused.

"Alright, alright, we'll do it tonight... now hurry up and go to work!" Watching my husband grinning foolishly as he left, I felt a strange unease, something seemed... something was off.

Was he taking advantage and acting innocent? Was he being taken advantage of and helping someone else count their money? Thinking about these two suddenly popped-up phrases, my head was spinning.

What nonsense! What was all this about?! In this chaotic atmosphere, my mind was in a mess too. Trying to tidy up the already messy room only made it worse!

Tonight… should I really help him… with my hand? Although I'd made up my mind, I was still hesitant.

The afternoon passed in a chaotic mix of desire and fear.

That evening, looking at my husband's radiant expression, I was speechless.

My husband's libido was just too… Men are all perverts, perverts, perverts, perverts, perverts!!! I didn't even know what I ate for dinner, because everything tasted bland. My brows were furrowed with desire and worry, like a wronged little wife, while my husband, on the other hand, had a hearty appetite.

After washing the dishes, my husband and I sat on the sofa, watching some random TV program. When his hand touched the back of my hand, I felt a jolt of electricity, goosebumps spreading across my skin. I jerked to the side, and for a moment, I felt like I was back in the early days of our marriage.

I kept a close watch on my husband, constantly on guard. I don't know why, but my legs were trembling, my heart pounding with fear and excitement.

Then, at ten o'clock, my husband, looking expectant, told me it was time to "go to sleep." I dawdled and packed my things, and it wasn't until eleven o'clock that he finally got impatient and I reluctantly went over.

Really… should I… use my hand to help him? While I was still hesitating, my husband suddenly pulled down his pants, releasing his penis, and pulled my hand, intending to guide me to touch his penis! "Ah!!!!

"

The moment I touched that metal rod, I screamed as if electrocuted, and recoiled to the side! "You...didn't you promise to help me masturbate tonight?" "I...I..." I didn't know what to say. Should I say I wasn't ready yet? Seeing my panicked face, my husband seemed to calm down a bit, his face full of dejection.

"I know, I got excited, I shouldn't have...you should...go to sleep..." Seeing his gloomy face, and thinking about how I had hurt him earlier, I felt a pang of guilt.

Hu Mei, Hu Mei, how could you be so pathetic? It's just using your hand, it's not like it'll hurt you, is it? I secretly cheered myself up and quickly stopped my husband, using my small hands to pull down his underwear! Seeing my husband staring blankly at me, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest!! "I...glug...I want to...try..." My small hands trembled as I reached for my husband's big, hot rod. When it was about a centimeter away, I gritted my teeth and quickly grabbed it! "Ah!!!!!!!!!" Instantly, my head felt like it was exploding, my hands were filled with heat, and my husband let out a loud cry of pleasure. I felt like I couldn't breathe! Just as I instinctively tried to pull my hand away, my husband's large hand gripped mine tightly. Seeing the pleading look on his face, my heart softened.

Fine… consider it… compensation! My small hand trembled as I squeezed his large penis, feeling its pulse. Just holding it like that made my mouth go dry.

Seeing me motionless, my husband's large hand grabbed my small hand, guiding me to stroke his large penis up and down! Watching his penis slowly grow longer and harder, the glans turning purplish-red, and clear fluid flowing from the opening, my lower body became incredibly wet, squeezing out a stream of fluid with a gurgling sound! "Mmm—" I felt even weaker, but my small hand gripped his large penis even more firmly, stroking it faster.

Faster…faster! I was like a demon, staring at my husband's large penis with fascination. His glans seemed like a whirlpool, deeply, deeply attracting me.

"Mei'er, quick, put your saliva on my... on, quick!" I hesitated slightly, then spat a mouthful of fragrant saliva onto my husband's penis! "Oh!!!!" "Squeak... squeak..." With the lubrication of saliva, I masturbated even faster, my eyes glazed over, and my breathing became erratic! "Quick, lick me, lick me!" I seemed to have lost my soul, following my husband's instructions, trembling as I opened my red lips and moved them above the glans!

"Ha..."

I trembled as I exhaled a fragrant breath, making my husband tremble with pleasure.

My small mouth suddenly covered the glans, my soft, fragrant tongue licked the glans, and the large penis was directly swallowed, the glans pressing against the roof of my mouth, a tough yet hard sensation spreading through my mouth, I felt as if I had drunk a bowl of strong liquor, my head was spinning! At this moment, I instinctively sucked, making a soft sound.

"Pop!" What

... what am I doing! Just as I came to my senses, my husband growled, grabbed my head with both hands, and shoved me forcefully towards his penis! Instantly, the familiar sensation filled my mouth, and a stench assaulted my nostrils. I was jolted awake by the nauseating, foul smell! Good heavens, I was only using my hands! How could I be using my mouth…oral sex?! Good heavens, good heavens, good heavens!!! Only slutty, vulgar, and wanton women perform oral sex, only they would eat a man's urinary tract! I am a respectable woman, a respectable wife, how could I do such a thing?! Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting!!! "Ugh!!" I desperately tried to break free from his grip, his penis already pressed against my throat. My diaphragm, due to the intrusion, actively writhed, actually tightening around his penis. This sensation, this taste, was deeply etched into my soul! I'm going to throw up! I quickly raised my head and leaned to the side, dry heaving. My mouth was filled with a fishy and foul smell, and a faint whiff of urine. My face contorted in pain! "Cough...cough..." Due to the force of the thrust, I choked, tears welling in my eyes, and my throat was dry and sore! "You...you...you..." Looking at my bewildered husband, I felt both angry and pained, my heart filled with the feeling of being deceived! "You only used your hands, yet you made me... Don't you even consider me your wife? Making me do such a filthy, disgusting thing!!" I loudly accused him, expressing my strong dissatisfaction and anger! My husband was stunned at first, then became a little annoyed.

"What's wrong with oral sex? Oral sex is normal! It's just that you're not used to it, other women are all used to it!!" "They are them, I am me, I'm not as slutty as them..." "Slut!!!!" Just as we were arguing, a sudden shout startled us! Who was it? We looked around strangely, and the argument was naturally interrupted.

"Gurgle... gurgle... cough cough... pfft..."

Faintly, I thought I heard the sound of someone eating a popsicle next door.

Who would be eating a popsicle so late? "Pfft...pfft...cough cough...woo woo..." "Little bitch, is my cock delicious?" I was startled by these half-understood words. Could it be...the neighbor?? Oh my god, who would say their wife is...a prostitute?! "Pfft...delicious...husband's cock...so delicious...pfft...pfft..." In an instant, my face turned bright red.

Me, a respectable married woman, listening to others... having sex!! "This is what oral sex is!" "Hmph, you men are all perverts, actually calling your own wives... are... hmph!!" Afraid the neighbors would hear, I muttered under my breath.

"That's because you're clueless, all men are like that."

"You... hmph!!"

I ignored him and turned my head away.

"Deep throat, is it good? Had enough? Come on!"

"Ah!!! Husband, no... um... it's in... it's hitting my heart... oh!! So good!!!" Good heavens, I'm going crazy! This woman actually... used those kinds of words! She's such a petite girl, how could she use such vulgar language?? "No... no... I can't take it... I'm going to scream... the neighbors will hear... ah!!!!" "Go ahead and scream, we'll do our thing, won't that make you even more aroused, you little slut? Fuck you..." What... what is all this?! "Waaah... Ugh... Ha... Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap!!

"

Hearing the cries and pleas for mercy from the married woman next door, along with the sounds of flesh slapping, I became aroused too! "Waaah, I can't hold back anymore... It's so good... My sister feels so good... I'm dying of pleasure!!" Why is she calling out "sister" and "daughter"? How perverted! Just as I was enjoying the thrill of eavesdropping, suddenly, a long rod was inserted! I gasped, knowing my husband wanted to do it. I glared at him and lifted my buttocks on my own initiative.

Knowing I wanted it too, my husband chuckled with my tacit approval and started thrusting.

"So good...so good it's killing me...fuck my daughter...fuck my little cunt raw...Daddy's so good at it...Daddy's fucking my daughter to death...fuck my cunt to death!!" Listening to the lewd moans from next door while enjoying my husband's thrusts, I felt a surge of excitement. I desperately covered my mouth with my hands. Even though it was just husband and wife having sex, the moans from next door made it feel like we were having an affair. But this feeling of infidelity only made me more aroused. My husband's penis seemed even thicker and longer. It was already long, but now it was thrusting all the way to my cervix, like it was going to pierce me through! I felt like it was hitting my throat! "Ugh...ha...mmm..." I desperately covered my mouth with one hand and gripped the sheets tightly with the other. I didn't want my moans to be heard next door because of the poor soundproofing, even though I don't like to moan.

Oh my god, my husband is fucking me...so good...I want to moan too! No!! I'm a married woman, a proper married woman, how could I be so... lewd?! "Ahhhhhh!!!!! I'm so happy, slap!!

"

Just as we were enjoying ourselves, and listening to the sounds, a clear slap rang out.

"Turn over!!"

I don't know who said that anymore. I felt like I was on cloud nine, the voices seemed to come from near and far. I only knew that my husband seemed to have turned me over, and I, already lost in the moment, oblivious to the world around me, obediently lay down on top of him.

Normally, I would never, ever use this position, but today the lewd show next door was like the most potent aphrodisiac and drug, making me unable to resist following their instructions.

"Oh oh oh oh... Waaaaaah... Ahh

...

Seemingly sensing my dissatisfaction, my husband leaned close to my ear: "Mei'er, enjoy this position. Tonight, I'll make you...go to heaven!" *Smack!* "Ah!" My husband's sudden, forceful thrust made me cry out, letting out a short, sharp gasp, which I quickly covered up! No, I can't scream! "Fucked to death...fucked through...fucked raw...my uterus is fucked raw...waaaah...my slutty daughter is crying from your fucking...crying from fucking!!!!" Listening to the lewd sounds from next door, I felt infected too, as if I too had been fucked through and was crying!

"Smack!!"

"Mmm..."

The huge penis thrust in from above without any hesitation. The impact from this angle made my waist collapse, and my buttocks were shamefully raised even higher. This position, as brave as a bitch, intensified my sense of humiliation, and this feeling of being enslaved also aroused my submissiveness, hoping to be thrust into and tortured even more vigorously. Humiliation mixed with pleasure created another kind of sexual desire! "Scream, Mei'er, scream!" No... I can't... scream.

"I'm going to die, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to climax!!" "Scream, Mei'er, scream, scream and I'll make you climax too!" No... I can't... I'm... a proper married woman... I can't... "I can't take it anymore, I'm climaxing... I'm coming... I'm coming, ... "I'm going, I'm going, I'm going... I've fucked my daughter to death!!!!!!!!!" "Pfft!! Pfft!!! Pfft!!!!!!!!!" A surge of heat violently rushed into my cervix, hitting me painfully. The sound of ejaculation was like a raging tide vibrating my eardrums, forming a massive tsunami that engulfed me in an instant, breaking through the cage of

my rationality and rushing into my tender uterus! "Ah ...

It feels like I'm on my wedding night again.

And once again, I'll be fucked to death.

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