Thirteen slaves

Chapter One:

Last autumn, I stumbled upon a new activity called online BDSM.

My first BDSM subject was a woman with the online name "It's Hard to Be a Good Person."

At that time, my wife and I had been married for five years. For those five years, I had settled down to be a good husband and father.

I once thought I had reformed from being a playboy.

Unfortunately, I hadn't.

During the National Day holiday, my wife took the kids to visit her parents, but I couldn't go because I had to work overtime.

For the seven-day holiday, I was assigned to be on duty in the office on the first and fourth days… This was really awful.

After work, I went home to a quiet, deserted place. As usual, I played games, specifically League of Legends.
In college, I used to play all night with my roommates, but now, I don't know if it's because I'm getting old, but after a couple of games, it lost
its appeal.

The rest of my life was predictable.

Playing on my phone, playing games, lying on the sofa pretending to be dead…

Then, while browsing Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website), I saw an app ad.

Soulmate

.

Finding a compatible soulmate to chat with...

this is so much more sophisticated than the old WeChat Drift Bottle, Momo, and Tantan.

(Disclaimer: I'm absolutely not advertising for the software.)

I was genuinely bored, so I thought I'd find someone to chat with.

I won't go into the initial encounters, but when I met someone who seemed to say "It's so hard to be a good person," I asked her, " Can
we chat?"

"Sure," she said.

Afraid my flirting skills had deteriorated from not having done it in a while, I played a dice game with her—basically, a game of whoever rolls the dice and
the loser tells the truth.

I lost the first round.

She asked, "Have you ever cheated?"

"Yes," I said.

Of course, I haven't. Since marrying my wife, I haven't cheated on her.

Why did I say I had?

When a woman's first question is whether you've ever cheated, you absolutely must say yes!

Because there's a 99% chance she has, and the remaining 1% chance she wants to cheat.

If you say you've cheated, then you're kindred spirits.

I call this "compatibility."

In other words, making the same mistake will quickly bring you closer.

There's a saying in society about the four strongest relationships: those who studied together, those who fought together, those who frequented brothels together, and those who
shared spoils together. The reason

these four types of people have such good relationships is based on this principle—you share a special, intimate experience, and
the more secretive and unspeakable that experience is, the stronger your relationship will be.

I won the next round.

"Have you ever cheated?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

Sure enough!

This further confirmed my judgment.

"Was it good when you cheated?" I continued.

"Yes."

She spoke very little, but didn't refuse to answer, which was good news.

She's a woman who craves excitement; her quietness is simply because she hasn't opened up yet.

We continued playing the game, and I won more than I lost.

"What position do you like?"

"Doggy style," she answered quickly.

Through the screen, I could imagine her typing those two words without a care.

The internet is truly a magical thing!

"Standing, lying down, or kneeling doggy style?" I asked again.

"Anything is fine."

After that, I lost.

She asked, "How often do you and your wife have sex?"

"Two or three times a week," I replied.

I lied to her about that number; my wife and I actually have sex almost every day. But this was obviously absurd;
usually, people who have been married for a few years have a much lower frequency of sex.

If I said too much, she would think I was bragging.

"That's fine then," she said.

I asked, "And how many times a week?"

The three small black dots representing input started flashing on the screen. After a while, she said, "We
probably don't do it as often in a month as you do in a week."

I started to get excited.

In my mind, she wasn't a "young married woman looking for excitement," but rather a "
young married woman with unsatisfied desires looking for excitement."

The latter was obviously easier to get than the former.

"A bit infrequent," I said. "Looks like you're the 'quality type.'"

"What do you mean by 'quality type'?"

"It means, although the frequency is low, the quality of each time is very high."

"Heh," she replied with two words.

If I didn't know she was a woman of few words, I would have thought she was mocking me.

"My husband's sex is very short," she added.

Me: "Short?"

Her: "Yeah."

Me: "A few minutes?"

Her: "Yeah."

Me: "About a few minutes?"

Her: "Two minutes."

I said: "That's pretty short."

"Yeah, so I don't really want to do it," she said.

I thought for a moment, and was about to type when her message popped up on the screen: "How long do you usually last?"

"20 to 60 minutes, depending on the situation," I said. "If the other person orgasms quickly, I won't hold back, so
it's short."

Her: "Can you hold back on that?"

Me: "Yes. But with some women who know how to have sex, you can't hold back even if you want to."

Her: "Then you're good, your wife must be very sexually happy."

This isn't a typo; she really said "sexually happy."

Me: "She is quite sexually happy, and I feel very comfortable too."

Then I started asking her about her affair, and she didn't hide anything and told me everything.

It turned out her husband had cheated on her before, maintaining a long-term relationship with another woman who had
even had an abortion for him. Feeling betrayed, she was frustrated and filled with hatred, unable to resist
the temptation of another man and went to a hotel.

I asked her for specific details, but she refused to say anything, seemingly because her lover wasn't a good person and she didn't want
to talk about him anymore.

I only knew they had sex in hotels and in cars.

Later, as we got to know each other better, she told me she was usually a very proper woman, even somewhat frigid, but
once aroused, she was terrifying. I asked her how terrifying, and she said that even if her husband was home, she would go out to
have sex. She said

that having sex in the car was probably like this: the other person would call her, she would go downstairs, and have sex with her lover in the car
.

We talked for three or four days, and things progressed quickly.

I started to consciously seduce her.

"Want to hear me and my wife have sex?"

"Watch a live stream? Sure, why not watch it for free?" she said.

“Let’s make a voice call, don’t talk, don’t make any noise.”

I plugged in my earphones and made a voice call, which she accepted quickly.

Then I turned off the screen, lay on the bed, and started teasing my wife.

My wife is petite, only 1.5 meters tall, but has a great figure. When we first got together,
I liked her butt.

It was a peach-shaped butt, round and firm.

I hugged her from behind, put the microphone of my earphone to her ear, and whispered, “Wife, I
want it.”

My wife giggled and nudged my penis with her butt.

“You bad boy!”

“Hehe, I’m just that bad… Feel it with your hand, see if my little rascal is hard?” I tried
to speak slowly because she was from Jiangsu, and if I spoke Sichuan dialect too fast, she might not understand.

My wife grabbed my penis with her hand and gently stroked it a couple of times.

“You bad boy, what do you want to do?” she said, her hand skillfully teasing me.

After several years of marriage, she knows exactly what I like.

"I want to fuck you!"

We were both lying on our right sides. I slipped my hand inside her clothes, gently flicking her nipples with my fingers. I propped myself
up slightly and lightly kissed her neck.

This was my wife's sensitive spot; as my tongue traced her smooth skin, I could feel
goosebumps rising on her skin from excitement.

Sure enough, my wife quickly stroked herself a few times with her hand, then removed her left hand, breathing softly, "No!"

She said that, but her buttocks thrust back a few times.

I chuckled and vigorously squeezed her breasts. She gasped, reaching for me with her right hand,
but my left hand suddenly slipped inside her pajama bottoms, placing it directly on her vulva. I parted her labia with my ring and index fingers, then
thrust my middle finger inside.

"You little slut, you say no, but you're already wet!"

My wife giggled. "That's because I just showered and didn't dry myself properly!"

She was a very wet woman; as soon as I said yes, she would immediately produce enough lubrication.

Suddenly, some very faint sounds came through my headphones.

It was her!

"Didn't we agree not to make a sound...?" I was a little scared, but also a little excited.

Could she have heard my wife and me and was masturbating?

Afraid my wife would hear, I quickly grabbed her panties, along with her pajama bottoms, and pulled them down.

"Ah! What are you doing?! Why are you taking my pants off?!" my wife "shrieked." Of course, this was fake;
it was just a little playful thing between us. She always liked to play the role of a woman being raped, enticing me
to fuck her like a vigilante.

I didn't say anything, my attention was entirely on the earphones. The sound from the earphones was still quite clear in the night, a clicking sound
, like the other person's earphone cord rattling.

I quickly stuffed the earphones under the pillow, leaving only the microphone sticking out.

"I'm going to rape you!" I said to my wife, then, holding my penis, I thrust hard into her vagina.

"Oh..." my wife let out a satisfied moan, her buttocks involuntarily thrusting back slightly.

I also let out a sigh of pleasure, intentionally, wanting to amplify my breathing
so she could hear.

"No, I'm going to sue you! You can't do this!"

My wife's petite body twisted in my arms, pretending to resist.

I held her tightly, thrusting my penis deep inside her, and shouted, "What are you going to sue me for?"

"For rape!"

"You're so wet down there, how can you sue me for rape? You did it willingly! Listen, so much water down there!"

I pulled my penis out a little and scraped the head of my penis back and forth at the entrance of her vagina, her warm, wet pussy making a "
gurgling" sound.

"Did you hear that? The sound of water!" I held the microphone behind my wife's buttocks, this question was directed at my wife,
but also at the person on the voice call with me.

"I heard it! That's what you made me feel!" My wife enjoyed it, "You forced me to feel that!"

I chuckled, and suddenly thrust all the way in.

"Ah! So good!" my wife cried out.

"Husband...you can't do this...ah...no, I'm going to report you for rape! You didn't ask for
my permission...ah...you just went in! Ah, no more...I'm going to tell the police...ah
...tell them you...you raped me!"

She started moaning.

While I was fucking her with a nine-shallow-one-deep motion, I quickly typed on my phone.

"Did you hear the water?"

The screen read: "Yes. She's moaning so hard."

I felt an extraordinary stimulation, not just from my penis being surrounded by her warm, wet vagina, but also from the psychological
satisfaction.

It felt like I was fucking two women at the same time; the one moaning in front of me was my wife, and there was another woman beside me...
The man was watching us intently as we made love, his face showing longing.

This thought made my penis swell even more.

My wife felt its hardness and cried out louder.

"Ah! Husband, husband...it's so full down there...you bad man, you're going in so deep...ah,
no, no more...it's hitting my cervix. Husband, your penis is so hard...mmm, so hard! Hard and
hot..."

I held her peach-shaped buttocks with my left hand, maintaining the rhythm as I fucked her, while my right hand quickly typed: "Does it sound good?"

On the screen: "Your wife is very comfortable."

I breathed heavily, a smile on my face. I knew she must have been thinking about it, perhaps fantasizing that it
was her being fucked by me right now!

She once told me that my voice was very nice, magnetic.

I also knew that many women in the past liked to hear my panting during sex; it seemed to be a
great satisfaction. As a man, I could only understand it as women also liking to hear the moans of the opposite sex.

I typed: "I imagine you're right here watching me, watching my big cock fuck my pussy!"

After typing that, I threw down my phone and slapped my wife's butt.

"Smack!"

The loud sound, combined with my wife's moans, was incredibly lewd, and the squelching sounds of her juices
made it a veritable sex symphony!

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

I slapped her a few more times, and my wife became even more excited.

"Are you going to sue me?!" I thrust harder, each time reaching the deepest point.

"Sue! Ah... I... I'll sue you... Ah... rape!" My wife stubbornly insisted.

"Should we call the police?"

"Yes! Ah... deeper..."

"How can you prove I raped you! Your pussy is already wet!" I continued to thrust my hips
while slapping her soft, white buttocks.

“I told the police… ah… I told them you… from behind… ah… ah… from behind…
fuck me with your big cock! Spread my legs… and thrust in all at once!”

She started fantasizing.

I followed her imagination: “The police said they want to see the scene, will you let them?”

“Mmm!” My wife’s vagina tightened.

“The police want to see your cunt!” I fucked her hard, while carefully listening to the subtle sounds in the earphone
… those sounds, it seemed to be her on the other end of the phone, breathing softly!

Was she masturbating?

This thought made me even more excited.

“Mmm… let him see… I’ll let him see… ah!” My wife was already immersed in sex, and also immersed
in her imagination.

"It wasn't him!" I slapped her on the butt. "It was them! Several cops heard that a slut like you
was raped and they all wanted to come and see. Are you going to spread your cunt open for them to see?!"

"Ah...ah...I'll show them! Let the police see my little cunt!" My wife reached out and rubbed her
breasts.

"Then you definitely can't sue me, because you're so wet down there, and the police even used their fingers to spread your
cunt open and lick your juices!"

"It's all because of you! Ah...that's how you did it...ah..." My wife screamed.

"Then the police want to fuck you too! You're just that horny!" I grabbed my wife's hair, making her upper
body arch backward, while using my left hand to tightly grip her hips.

The sudden violence made my wife let out a long scream.

She has masochistic tendencies. I've wanted to torture her countless times, to give her a stronger pleasure from being tortured
, but I stopped because I felt sorry for her and was afraid of hurting her.

Despite this, in countless sexual encounters, my movements became increasingly vigorous and rough, and she
seemed to find it even more satisfying.

I forgot about the person on the other end of the phone and thrust forcefully.

My penis slid in to the hilt, my lower abdomen slapping against her buttocks, making a series of loud "slap slap slap" sounds.

"Husband! Husband! Ah... they're going to rape me... ah... police... police... ah
... ah..."

My wife became incoherent; I knew she was lost in her own fantasy.

"How many of them are there?!" I demanded.

"Three!" my wife answered loudly.

“Five!” I slapped her. “One with the biggest cock to fuck your cunt, one to fuck your asshole,
and one to fuck your mouth! Tell me, what about the other two?”

“Watch from the side… ah… husband… husband… I can’t take it… I’m being fucked by three policemen…
I can’t take it anymore… harder… ah…”

“Slut!” I thrust harder, continuing to stimulate her. “There are two more, stick out your cocks, and you use your hands to
masturbate them! Your whole body will be fucked!”

“Yes! I am… ah… I am a slut… ah ah ah… my whole body… ah… is being
fucked by them… they fuck me so well, husband… ah, I want to be fucked by five people… five people
fucking me together… ah… ah… I’m a little slut… fuck my little slut!”

We said lewd things while cooperating perfectly.

The cock went in and out of the wet vagina, the glans scraping the tender flesh of the vagina.

The vaginal fluid kept secreting, scraped out by the glans, flowing down the cunt to the thighs, gradually staining the sheets.

With countless thrusts, my wife's vagina grew tighter and tighter.

"Ah...husband...ah...ah...husband!"

"Husband...I want...I want you...ah...mmm...husband, I can't take it anymore...faster
...ah, cum inside me...mmm...husband...my pussy is so itchy...cum inside! Cum inside
...ah...I want you...ah...fill my pussy...ah...mmm..."

"Ah...coming! Coming...ah..."

A high-pitched cry rang out.

Her vagina suddenly contracted violently, her whole body arching, trembling uncontrollably. An

extremely strong force surged through her vagina, like a torrent of mud and rocks, desperately pushing my penis outwards.

Her juices gushed from deep within her vagina, hitting the head of my penis.

She had climaxed!

I held her shoulders tightly, desperately pushing my penis deeper into her vagina.

After about ten seconds, my wife suddenly went limp and let out a satisfied sigh.

She was drenched in sweat, lying on the bed like a limp shrimp, only breathing softly.

I gently held her, kissing her sweaty neck lightly.

"Was that good?"

"Mmm." My wife patted my thigh, "You haven't come yet, you bad boy." "

Mmm, you'll lick it out for me later."

"No!" my wife said in a coquettish tone, "You raped me, and now you want me to lick you!"

I chuckled, cuddled with her for a few minutes, and then told her to go wash up.

After my wife went to the bathroom, I quickly turned on my phone and started chatting with her on the other end.

Me: "We're done, wasn't it exciting?"

Her: "Exciting, you lasted a really long time... You haven't come yet, have you?"

Me: "Yeah, I'll have my wife lick it later, and I'll ejaculate in her mouth."

Her: "You can even get distracted during sex!"

Me: "Hehe, I'm fucking her while imagining I'm fucking you, it's even more exciting. I'm still hard."

Her: "Your wife is so lucky... I'm going to sleep."

I looked at this message, thought for a moment, and only replied with "Goodnight."

I was just someone she flirted with online, no, not even flirting, just someone I kept teasing her
. At times like this, I should decisively respect her.

Maybe continuing to chat with her would yield more results, but I think tonight's sex tape has already
planted a seed in her heart.

Sooner or later, she'll be pinned down by me, screaming wildly as my huge cock thrusts in and out!

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