The Wife's Sexual Story: The Computer Technician

My wife's sex story - Computer technician
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My fingers stung. I was startled. The cigarette burned to the end. I stubbed it out in the ashtray, a burnt smell spreading.
When I read this, I had a strange feeling. But, in this short time, I couldn't give a definite answer. I could only continue reading...
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He was in an unusual state of excitement, his body trembling slightly. All because of my actions. At this moment, I dared not look at his face, his expression, his eyes. I didn't think about whether what I was doing was right or wrong. I just felt the indescribable
atmosphere of communication in my gestures, ambiguous and slightly tangled, unclear
. In the end, I still had to face it. I looked up at him again. I couldn't be sure if he could read the chaotic emotions in my eyes. The sudden dizziness, the unknown anxiety — I truly
surrendered …
********** ... Don't be so muffled, only anxious breathing. Can you find encouragement in my silence? Or is my silence confusing you? What a fool. He came towards me, finding himself reflected in his bright, bewildered eyes. My heart pounded even harder, suddenly feeling like I was suffocating . He just kissed my forehead. A very light touch. Hesitant, a little clumsy. I stood still, not moving. Was that all? I was confused. After a few seconds, he kissed me again. This time, his target was my lips. I instinctively turned my face away. He kissed my cheek. The skin I touched felt a slight electric shock. I couldn't help but moan, "No!" My mouth suddenly wanted to escape... ********** ... His face clearly showed confusion and bewilderment. He stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. God, what kind of world is this? There are still such silly boys! I couldn't tell if it was resentment or anger. Was he stupid or too clever for his own good? Suddenly, he kissed me again ... just like that, his lips met mine. He ambushed me... whatever I was thinking was interrupted. I snorted. Why should I think? No need, nothing at all. I seemed to detect a hint of triumphant cunning in his eyes. But I didn't care anymore. Even if you win, so what! Thinking this, I gently closed my eyes. You idiot! You're so stupid, you can't even kiss properly. It's a kiss, not eating! You're so stupid, there's no romance at all. It's not the feeling of being held in someone's arms that makes you weak, I would definitely kick you away. It took me a lot of effort to push you away. You're going to die, you starving monkey, haven't you eaten? You can't even breathe. He smiled sheepishly, his face flushed. "What are you laughing at? Can't you be a little gentler with girls? I'm not food, you hungry wolf! Still laughing? Be serious. Let me ask you a question: Do you have a girlfriend?" "No." He answered and immediately leaned closer again. I stopped him with my hand. "Really? Does the computer count?" "Go away, no more joking around, I'm serious." I deliberately put on a serious face, he muttered innocently, "If you're talking about having one, then... do you count?" "Silly boy, of course not." I smiled faintly. Why should I care whether he has a girlfriend or not? Do I really care that much? Regardless, his infatuation with me still made me happy. I reached out and gently stroked his face, not like before with other girls. This naughty boy, he didn't move, staring at me without blinking. That gaze made me believe that no matter what, I was willing. I tilted my face closer to him, his hot breath spraying on my face, messy and chaotic. I kissed his lips. For a fleeting moment, his trembling, sharply defined lips were moist and burning. He , I, this house, this bathroom, everything surrounding me—suddenly ceased to exist… I stopped, forced to consider a question. Though the question seemed ridiculously inappropriate, I couldn't help but think about it. It even stirred a vague unease within me. I wasn't foolish enough to believe that certain scenes from this story would appear before me. At least, I had the belief and confidence that this was merely an article, regardless of how similar the female protagonist in the story was to my little sugar doll! This couldn't be evidence of my foolishness. The main reason for this association was that my wife's environment and position were similar to the woman in the article. I couldn't simply conclude their similarity based on their work environment and characteristics. That would be hasty, not my style. How does my wife spend her free time? Does she get bored? I had thought about this question before and asked her. My wife is understanding. Although I sensed some dissatisfaction in our conversation, she ultimately offered me a sense of magnanimity. Therefore, I felt both helpless and guilty. After all, it was she who was home alone. This was also the second question I had considered: Did my wife feel lonely? Needless to say, she was. And how did she cope, especially when I wasn't around? Of course, when I was home and not traveling, I always tried my best to make her happy, including in bed. However, I was mostly the one initiating these things. Because I believed that harmonious and fulfilling sex would prolong and strengthen our marriage. Another reason was that my wife's charm and attraction to me hadn't diminished in the slightest with time or the routine of life. The question was, when I wasn't home, when I couldn't be with her, how did she manage her time and her life? Shopping, writing, tidying up the house, and occasionally having tea with friends. That was my wife's answer. "Don't think the earth stops turning without you, huh!" That's true, the earth keeps turning without me, but I can't turn without you. I laughed at her, saying her life wasn't any easier than mine. My wife joked that it was easy to relax, but then we'd be destined to sleep in a pigsty. Although my wife was joking, it made me feel very ashamed. I've always hated housework. The only chores I've ever done are occasionally cooking a meal for my wife, and even then, I act like it's some great achievement. In fact, as I read this article, it wasn't until I reached this point that I suddenly realized I still don't truly understand my wife's life, neither conceptually nor in terms of habits.

I wanted to shut down the computer and call my wife. Only when I was about to leave did I remember I'd already called her, and
I couldn't help but chuckle. I laughed at myself for being a bit too paranoid. But I decided to keep watching; the main event was right in front of me, I had to see it all and see how it went. Although I generally knew the following plot was getting R-rated, sometimes people just have that quirky tendency
…
My words had an effect. He became much gentler. I have to admit, he learned quickly, though sometimes it was a bit awkward. But I didn't care. He gave me a wonderful feeling. The problem was, teasing him also teased myself, and now the consequences were coming. My body went limp, forcing me to cling to his neck. That rascal even knew how to suck on my tongue. My body felt light, so I had to press myself even closer, my
legs aching. I frowned and said to him in frustration that
he should pick me up and put me on the sink counter. That way it wouldn't be like that. He said, with a smug look on his face, "
Idiot!" "Your legs don't even ache in bed, you idiot! No wonder you're still single at your age, so stupid!" I thought angrily. He didn't understand at all, just staring at me, his gaze moving up and down before returning. "Hey, it's very impolite to look at someone like that ! Oh,
you're so beautiful , your
eyes are about to pop out!" I rolled my eyes at him, secretly pleased. "Do you need me to tell you if I'm beautiful or not? You idiot!" I said, deliberately
puffing out my chest. His eyes were fixed on me. His
Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Still looking! Look at you, stop looking." "Hey...did you hear me? I said no looking, and that's it!" I raised my arms to my chest, hiding my precious breasts.
But his expression changed. The muscles in his face stiffened. His eyes held a hint of madness. Oh no!
You... Before I could say anything more, he pounced on me. I instinctively tried to back away, but he grabbed me tightly. He pulled my arms away from my chest. Then, his waist tightened, and his face pressed against my chest. The little beast in heat was about to become a wild animal. In an instant, he could become so aggressive, like
a fool… You scared me to death, be gentle… After calming down a bit, I couldn't help but hit him. He seemed to get even more excited, nuzzling against me like a puppy, sniffing and prodding. It was like a thirsty baby searching for its mother's breast. I chuckled to myself, wondering if all men were like this, turning into children at the sight of a woman's breast. My hand, which had been hitting him, involuntarily fell to his head, stroking it. A sigh escaped my lips, barely audible to myself, and my warm breath tickled my skin, making my heart itch too. Watching his frantic movements, afraid he might accidentally tear my nightgown, I reached out and pulled down one shoulder strap. He pounced on me like he'd found a treasure, my
snow-white, full breasts exposed outside the nightgown, round and firm, rising and falling gently with my breath, tender red nipples hanging atop. In the boy's eyes, my pride became his most delicious food. His tongue slid over them, not wanting to miss a single spot. My breath quickened and quickened along with his, a tingling sensation building up and gradually turning into a warm current, slowly flowing down from my breasts. I knew, of course, the consequences of this accumulation. As if joining in the fun, the hickeys on top disobeyed me, growing and changing on their own,
my anxiety becoming increasingly apparent. Fortunately, he wasn't so hopelessly clumsy. He opened his mouth and carefully took my already restless fruit into his mouth. He hummed. My body jerked uncontrollably, the tingling sensation not even giving me time to savor it before my body wanted to completely betray me. The electric shock surged directly and undisguisedly between my legs
, and I subconsciously bit my lip, tilting my head back,
unable to describe it... What happened next, I can no longer describe rationally and clearly. I only know that the feeling, the wanton desire to make love, became my most important craving
. Touch me. In a daze, I grabbed one of his hands and pressed it against my other breast. Hurry up, touch me,
both my breasts are exposed in front of him. I don't care, I'm no longer shy. My body felt like it was on fire, and an unruly heat began to flow from my flower, wetting the table. I wanted him in. Just his presence would quell the unbearable spasms, that unbearable emptiness.
My confusion infected him; rather, my cries aroused him. My
pajamas and thong, the only covering I had left, were stripped away from my sweaty body. When I was naked before him, at that moment, I suddenly felt less anxious. I
just spread my legs, looking at him, waiting for him. I knew that beneath the soft, damp pubic hair, my flower was wet, glistening with a lascivious sheen, my labia shamelessly engorged and parted, my clitoris equally swollen and undisguised in its lust. I hadn't thought there was anything wrong with facing him like this.
He knelt down. What else did the cute boy want to do? Observe a woman's secrets, and then…
cover himself with his hand. He looked up, puzzled. "
Come in, I want you, right now..." He managed to say those words, but his breathing became erratic again. He laughed and stood up, head held high, between my spread legs. His firm, round tip touched my soft labia. I could feel its heat and restlessness even before it entered. I waited for his next move, but he just stood there. Why isn't he moving? I'm so confused
... This is my first time... I... He whispered, shy and embarrassed. "
Little guy, I won't laugh at you." Whether it's your first time or not, it doesn't matter. I reached out and straightened it, aligning it with my small, wet opening. "
Come in," I said. I added, reminding him not to be so forceful.
He nodded, and forcefully, slowly, his hardness forced aside the slight resistance. I was filled. He was still looking, looking at the place where we were joined. Incredible, isn't it? His manhood penetrated deeply into me, and it felt good, full and tight, a perfect fit. I sighed, opened my arms and hugged him, hooking my arms around his neck, pressing my chest against his, and resting my face on his shoulder
. "Don't move, "
I thought, "will you hold me tight like this for a while? It's full of tenderness and
I like it." I asked him,
"Hmm..." He nodded frantically, seemingly without thinking. I smiled faintly, thinking to myself, "I also
have a lewd image in my mind: a young, beautiful woman sitting on the sink in her bathroom, her legs wide open, receiving the intrusion of a strange, strong penis, and becoming immersed in it..."
I noticed a physiological change in my body; I didn't realize when my penis had bulged out of my shorts. Regardless of the moral implications of her writing, her infidelity inevitably stimulated my senses, leading from the image to my imagination. Suddenly, I wondered, what if this woman were my wife? Of course, thinking like this about my wife is unfair to her. But what if such a possibility exists? Such "what ifs" are meaningless, but they are undeniably compelling.
For the woman in the story, I can only construct a connection through association. However, my wife and I are together every day, and I know every detail about her, including her erogenous zones and
her reactions. It was the first time for both of us. After the initial refractory period of our wedding night, our sex life gradually improved. I've emphasized the importance of sex in marriage. Personally, I'm not a rigid, dogmatic person; otherwise, I wouldn't be pursuing such a challenging and creative profession as advertising. Whenever I have the time and energy, I try to design my and my wife's sex life in various ways
. The initial education we received goes without saying, and I certainly benefited greatly from it. However, after trying almost every method, these methods proved insufficient. After all, imitation cannot replace the genuine feelings of sex between two people; it's more like role-playing.
There's a saying that only men can truly unlock a woman's sensuality. Regardless of how this statement is interpreted, I wholeheartedly agree.
After initially simply copying others, I tried to understand and explore in my own way. The rewards exceeded my expectations. This is entirely evidenced by my wife's physical reactions; the melt-in-your-mouth sensation of her vagina finally began to show its true effectiveness—
it's an innate quality. In our sexual communication, traditional moral constraints and habitual patterns seem quite fragile. At least, my wife no longer sees sex as something passive or embarrassing for women.
For example ,
she might whisper in my ear, "I want to suck you," or say, "Boss, how many times are you planning to let me have sex tonight?" Or, while I'm engrossed in my computer, she'll come to me sweetly and say, "Honey, it's snack time," and then gracefully lift her skirt. Often, what greets my eyes is a completely naked, fragrant little garden. Teasing and flirting anytime, anywhere has become an indispensable part of our sexual life. At appropriate times, we also go a little too far. For example, we've tried late at night on our large balcony at home, or in the public restroom of a five-star hotel. Often, the mingled feelings of my wife's suppressed frustration and her physical sensuality bring a unique kind of stimulation and satisfaction.
Imagine, what would it be like if a woman like my wife, with an outstanding figure and appearance, who knows how to enjoy sex, had a relationship with a man other than her husband? Whether real or not, even if it's just a sexual fantasy, the result would be shocking.
Has my darling wife ever had sexual fantasies? If so, is the object of her fantasies me? That's another question. Actually, I've asked her this kind of question before, and she always laughs shyly, saying that dealing with you takes up at least half of my sleep time, so do you think I might have them? I
just laughed it off then, but now, thinking back, I realize that my wife didn't give a direct answer
—either no or yes. In any case, she always cleverly avoided my question. Now, this question is clearly surfacing in my mind again.
This is a dangerous sign. I must stop myself; I can't let similar things lead to unfounded suspicions. There's nothing inherently wrong in the world; it's just that fools create their own troubles. This is the most terrifying thing ...
********** ... I couldn't help but shout, scream, I was melting! Had I infected him?! He became so energetic, inexhaustible. Heartless bastard! That pleasure-craving little horse, completely disregarding my life or death , thrusting relentlessly until I could barely breathe, still watching. Watching himself possess a woman's body, yearning for pleasure? Watching her melt away step by step in his youthful, naive impulses?! Surprise, joy, fervor, excitement were written all over his face, the flame in his eyes both strange and familiar, evoking a sense of pity. He was getting closer, was he about to climax?! Suddenly, I felt a surge of fear. "Don't go so fast!" a voice inside cried out, "Wait, just a little while, okay?" "No, it's unbearable, it's burning me." My limbs, beyond my control, clung to him. He ejaculated, time seemed to stand still. He gasped for breath, his member pulsating powerfully deep inside me. The young man sprayed and drenched me wantonly, leaving me dizzy, wanting more, wanting more of that annoying guy! A pang of resentment welled up in my heart… ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊He ejaculated. This boy had completed the most beautiful act of his life, and would thus transform into a man. Perhaps there was still a long way to go before he became a real man, but at least his understanding of women was no longer a fantasy based on a mirage. Young, passionate, impulsive, and energetic—I was glad I hadn't lost these qualities. Seeing this, I naturally thought of my first time. No one guided me; I completed my first time purely through intuition. Although I felt embarrassed afterward, it left an indelible and warm memory. But compared to this child, compared to this moment, I couldn't weigh which method was more valuable . Perhaps, there was no need to be profound; when my hand unconsciously exerted force between my legs, thinking like this was meaningless… ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊"You ejaculated inside?" I stared at him. "Ah… oh…" He looked at me innocently. "Never mind, you almost killed me. Still not coming out?" His silly look made me want to laugh. How could I have given myself to this little fool! He quickly pulled out, feeling a sudden emptiness. I frowned slightly and hummed. He immediately showed signs of nervousness. I ignored him, covered my groin, and went to the showerhead, turning on the water . "Pass me the shower gel, it's on the counter." "Hey..." I lathered myself up. I turned my head, and he was still standing there, looking pitiful, wanting to come over but too afraid to. I couldn't help but laugh, but I kept a straight face. "Come here." I beckoned, and he smiled, walking over and standing next to me. I handed him the shower gel. "Hey, you're not planning to ask me to help you, are you? Be careful, don't get my hair wet." "I... I can do it myself." He hurriedly took it, squeezed some into his hand, and haphazardly rubbed it on his body, his eyes fixed on me . "If you keep looking, your eyes will pop out." I smiled, glanced at him, and then at his groin. "Can you help me wash my back?" I said, turning around. He responded and put his hand on my back. His movements were very gentle, tickling my skin. "I'm not a doll, I won't break with a touch, use a little more force." "Hmm..." This clumsy guy, even rubbing his back requires instruction . "You're so beautiful." "Really? You already said that." "I..." He hesitated for a moment, "I mean I originally... but, I still feel that only these three words can fully express what I'm thinking." "The essence is concentrated, right?" "Maybe, but you really are beautiful." "Want to hug me?" This time he answered me with actions , opening his arms to encircle me. I leaned against him, closed my eyes, and the warm water from the showerhead sprinkled between us. I closed my eyes, quietly feeling the water flow down, the water droplets hitting my skin, feeling very relaxed, not having to do anything, this was actually quite good. My hair was wet, so be it, let it be. I pressed his thing against my waist, subconsciously reaching behind me, touching it, holding it in my hand, feeling the prelude to an erection. Reaching down, I touched the ammunition compartment, gently fiddling with my fingers over the man's anatomy—it was truly peculiar; in the same spot, hardness and vulnerability coexisted. Did this mean that even the strongest man has a vulnerable side? My arms tightened and loosened around my chest, then I placed my hands on my chest, the comfortable sensation of caressing my breasts immediately spreading throughout my body. My nipples tingled and hardened, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my mind beginning to wander again.

I heard his breathing beside my ear, his warm breath on my cheek. Then he kissed me, his hand on my breast gradually tightening, the caress becoming a kneading, the passive becoming the active. I liked this feeling, being held in his large hands, gradually being led to that place I longed for, where I could lose myself again. My
breasts swelled, a pleasant, tingling sensation flowing down to my lower abdomen. I pressed his hand down, turning to face him. His masculinity became more assertive
. "Already showing your claws again, you naughty thing." I laughed. "You don't want to behave again."
His eyes were full of desire, his straightforward, undisguised lust looking into my heart. My heart pounded. What was I thinking? Did I not know what to do next?
"Want to shower again? Turn off the water."
"Oh..." He seemed to wake from a dream
, taking a towel and quietly drying himself.
"I'll do it, I'll dry myself."
I straightened up and handed him the towel. He was meticulous and attentive, his expression focused and earnest. I saw the tenderness in his eyes, as if he were facing not a stranger, but his most beloved treasure.
I loved his expression at that moment; signals within me stirred my somewhat fragile nerves. My insides swelled slightly, becoming moist.
After wiping the other areas, he left one spot untouched. Now, he was facing it. His breath sprayed onto it, and my legs went weak.
"No…" I cried out,
my voice so soft he could easily ignore it, and he pretended not to hear.
Being stared at so intensely, a strong sense of shyness welled up inside me, yet it also felt incredibly stimulating. I knew it was wet.
"He didn't wipe there earlier; he did it on purpose, how awful! Does he think I was born like this?" Thinking this, my little one throbbed restlessly, a damp feeling spreading through me, my body heating up, my breathing unconsciously quickening.
"Does it look good?"
"So beautiful," he smiled, revealing his white, even teeth, his expression joyful and satisfied.
"Will he lick me?" I hoped he would. Just thinking about it for a moment, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "I can..."
I stammered, "What's so hard to say!" My heart skipped a beat.
"What?"
"I...I want to kiss you..." He said it as if he had mustered up a lot of courage
. Damn it...how could he even think of asking such a question? My body is right here! You've already done this to me, what do you want to do? Can I stop you?
"Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot..." I cursed him a thousand times in my mind
before finally realizing that my silence was a form of consent. He pressed against me. The fine hairs on his skin sent shivers down my spine, his breath on my skin, his lips gently caressing my skin. It tickled! His hands were on my hips, his lips were touching my private parts, his tongue was warmly landing on my sensitive skin, getting closer and closer to my thirsty core. It was so hard, I felt like I was melting even before I reached it. The contact was so wonderful, it made me willingly lose myself, my heart trembled, and my skin quivered
as he wandered. I parted my legs, my belly, burning with pleasure, automatically responding, wanting to chase after his
wet tongue. My sensitive lips were licked, again and again, and soon he found that spot .
I cried out
. I'm sure for a moment, I was in a daze. I found myself supporting myself on his shoulders, my whole body leaning on him. How ridiculous I was, but I knew what I wanted. That feeling
was back!
He knew, he knew the best way to torment me. He finally understood! Making a woman happy is really simple.
It's like this, I love it like this, I'm flowing, do you like it! I can hear your sucking sounds. Lust has no skill, only a relentless demand, rough and impatient, yet irresistible. No, please, stop your annoying tongue from going in! How much more do you want! My body went limp, I couldn't help but want to scream, to cry, to laugh all at the same time.
"Take me to bed, not here..." I clung to him tightly, unwilling to let go for even a moment.
Only when my back was against the soft bed did I feel at ease.
Wet lips, wet face, wet body, wet flames. Do you like food like me? I'll die, I'm already dead, understand? I stretched out my soft arms and encircled him
. Damn it, I was so happy I wanted to cry
. I didn't need to say anything, just being pressed down firmly by his young body, being kissed. The pungent smell, mine. I didn't care about anything else, I only thought about kissing, enjoying the waves of pleasure as our lips and tongues intertwined.
His large hands pinched and kneaded my breasts, my tender nipples trembling happily under his touch. I went to find him, hard and hot against the thick pubic hair, I held him in my hand and stroked him again and again.
Was it pleasure? He answered me with anxious breaths
, unwilling to back down, his hand moving to the hidden place between my legs, searching for the entrance to my overflowing garden. I naturally parted my legs. Clumsy fingers parted my engorged labia, yet deftly slipped inside.
I couldn't imagine the scene: young, slender fingers teasing my thirsty garden, the lewdness and obscenity driving me mad.
He was like a poorly trained pianist, and I was a key under his fingers. He could never quite find the right spot, the right note, but once he did, I would emit a seductive, alluring melody. And with each casual pluck, my body would defy my will, a heart-pounding rhythm.
I was more than just an etude; no, ecstasy shouldn't be just for you. My delicate, sensitive nerves were being teased to the point of breaking. Come in before they do; I need that blissful feeling of being filled . "Come in," I called to him. I couldn't stand him, and I couldn't stand myself.
"Want me?" "
Mmm...yes...I really want it..." His eyes were bright, looking up at me. Looking at him like that made me dizzy. He aimed and thrust in. I was instantly penetrated by his thick member . In that instant, a feeling of relief washed over me... ********** ... As I scrolled down the webpage with my mouse , another passage of text caught my eye … ********** ...

That boy, I believe it was just a dream. We haven't been in contact since that day. It's impossible to have two identical dreams; that's abnormal. What's done is done, what's past is past. I can't care what happens to others…
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I originally planned to find her IP address through a program. It's not difficult; it only takes a few simple steps. However, I immediately thought about the point! Did I even need to do this? What was I trying to prove? Was there a necessary connection between her and her? Even if I found the result, what then?
Questions piled up, one after another, occupying my mind. I started to feel confused, became bewildered.
Did I really need to find her address? The mouse hovered, finally stopping on Little Sugar Man's name. (The End)

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