Infatuation 3

As my physical desires were satisfied, I gradually calmed down. I reached for my phone and saw many messages from my husband: "Honey, are you asleep? Do you miss me? I'll find you a high-quality single man when I get back so you can have a good time. It's been so long since I took you out to enjoy yourself." I read through them one by one, and a sudden wave of sadness washed over me. My husband was away on a business trip, and I was doing this. If it were any other normal couple, there might be some dissatisfaction, but my husband allowed me to have sex with other men. Why did I do this? Was it just because of his only request: that he know beforehand? Waves of sadness washed over me, and tears welled up in my eyes before sliding down my cheeks. Afraid that the man next to me would see, I turned off the screen and turned my back. We were facing each other, both looking at our phones. When he saw me like this, he asked, "What's wrong, sis?" I said, "Nothing, I was just too tired and wanted to sleep." He put down his phone and hugged me from behind, his hand caressing my nipple. A woman who has just been satisfied doesn't like to be aroused too quickly. Coupled with my husband's messages, my mind was a little chaotic, even a little annoyed. I gently removed his hand and said, "Let's go to sleep." Perhaps I was too tired, physically tired and mentally tired, and I fell asleep in a daze of random thoughts.
In the middle of the night, he got up to go to the bathroom. I woke up when he pulled the covers up. I heard him rinsing his mouth in the bathroom. When he came back to bed and saw I was awake, he put his arms around my neck and tried to kiss me. I pushed him away, sat up, and said I was going to the bathroom. After urinating, I rinsed my mouth and then used my hand to wash my vagina with some water. I knew what would happen when I came back, and I wanted something to happen too. The worries before bed had dissipated. Lying in bed, he tried to press himself against me. I reached out and put my arms around his neck and said, "Let's chat for a bit." He nodded, but one hand reached down and touched my vagina. He also pressed his body against me twice, his hard penis pressing against my thigh. I grabbed his penis and asked, "If we had the chance in the future, would you marry me?" He hesitated for a moment and then said yes! Then he hugged my neck, and I tilted my face up to smell his masculine scent. This scent and feeling made me dizzy and unable to extricate myself. He pulled the blanket over us, and the erotic smell filled the bed. I pressed my legs against his thighs, wrapped my arms around him, and stroked his back. I thought how happy I would be if I could truly have him. Maybe it was happiness, or maybe it was because I was too tired from what we had just done.
We embraced, touching each other's genitals, and fell asleep, or rather, drifted off to sleep in a half-awake, half-dreaming state. When I opened my eyes again, a sliver of dawn was seeping through the curtains. It was getting light. I got up and went to the bathroom. My urethra felt very hot when I urinated, almost burning. After leaving the bathroom, I thought of him. I had to drive back to work, so I gently woke him up, saying it was dawn and I should get up. He opened his eyes, looked out the window, and asked, "What time is it, sis?" I said, "Six o'clock." Then I turned and went into the bathroom. He stretched and sat up, then followed me in. Seeing me brushing my teeth, he hugged me from behind, resting his face against my back. One hand gently massaged my breasts, while the other hand reached down to my vagina, teasing my clitoris. I shuddered from his teasing, and the water from brushing my teeth spilled onto my clothes and his hands. I looked in the mirror, smiled, and said, "Wait a minute." After quickly washing my face, I went back to bed and lay down, separated by the glass... Watching him brush his teeth, a sudden pang of sadness washed over me. The thought of not knowing when we'd see each other again filled me with a sense of loss. I thought of the wild and pleasurable night before, and then of him leaving soon. I sighed and lay down, tears slowly welling up. Just then, he returned. Seeing me like this, he tossed aside his towel and lay down beside me, a little surprised. "Sister, what's wrong?" he asked. I shook my head, indicating nothing was wrong, and pointed to the tissue box. He pulled out a few tissues and handed them to me. He said, "Sister, do you feel bad about your brother? If he comes back, I'll..." He explained his actions, and I said I was the one who seduced him, it's not your fault, it's all my fault. I didn't say anything, but put one arm around his neck and put my mouth to his. He opened his mouth and took my tongue in, gently sucking on it. The scent of his manhood made me a little dizzy. I grasped his penis and gently stroked it. He grew hotter and harder. He pulled my tongue out and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I nestled into his arms, enjoying this brief moment of happiness. He started touching me too. I proactively pressed one leg against him, moving my buttocks closer to meet his touch, cooperating with his caresses. He touched and probed, inserting a finger inside. My vagina felt like a blocked ditch suddenly cleared; a warm flow gushed out, water running down his hand. I was wet, the fluid flowing down my thighs, my buttocks, and sliding onto the sheets. Desire rose within me. Although my vagina was burning hot from his frenzy in the first half of the night, primal desire surged upwards like wild grass. With my husband not around, I needed no restraint, no pretense; my primal desire was unrestrained, my eyes filled with longing, my hands embracing and holding him. My legs were hooked under his buttocks, like a man thrusting, and I moved closer to him with my vagina, looking at him passionately and whispering gently, "I want to..."
He arched his back against me, then pulled my neck up and pressed down on me. I gasped heavily, opening my legs. I wanted this man to ravage me, ignoring the burning sensation in my vagina, and pulled him close, saying, "I want it..." His eyes were filled with lust. He took his penis, rubbed it against my genitals a few times, and then thrust it in hard, making me groan... Uh... ah... a few times, I hugged him and started wriggling my hips and head. Somehow, the pillowcase fell to my lips, and I bit it, moaning "oh... oh." He cupped my face, threw away the pillowcase, and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue hard, our bodies intertwined, wanting to melt into each other. Suddenly, my mind went blank. I said, "Faster... faster... fuck me to death, I'm going to die, fuck me to death... faster!" My vagina contracted in waves, and I collapsed, drenched in sweat, without even the strength to lay my head flat. I turned to look out the window; he was still thrusting. I tried to help him tighten, but I couldn't muster any strength. I could only straighten my legs, hoping it would tighten things a little. He roared and thrust in with all his might a few times. The pain made me grit my teeth and gasp. He collapsed onto me, drenched in sweat, too exhausted. I pulled the blanket over him and said, "Let's sleep a little longer. I'm worried about you driving like this." He said, "Sister, you're more aggressive than usual today. You've never said you were going to die or that you were going to fuck me to death before. What's wrong with you today? Is it because you feel freer without your brother around?" I lovingly wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled, and didn't say anything. You might notice that I didn't say "wipe," but I didn't wipe it. I couldn't bear to wipe it. I love his scent, everything about him. As the sweat slowly trickled down my face, I just turned to the side, letting it flow down my thigh. I wanted to take it with me; at least today I could smell his scent.

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