Springtime in the room

I'm using flashbacks and multiple perspectives here, describing the story from the male protagonist's and wife's points of view respectively. The plot mainly revolves around the male protagonist wanting to know about his wife's sexual encounter with her first love. To get his wife to be completely honest, he devises a plan to have someone seduce her online, hoping she'll open up and tell him everything about her first love. Originally, at the male protagonist's request, it was supposed to be a long story, but he insisted it had to be true for the excitement. Because he provided too little original material, it wasn't possible to write a full-length story, hence this version.

I've edited it a bit more and reposted it; I hope the moderator won't delete it again!

Prologue:

I took a small sip of oolong tea, the sweetness slowly releasing in my throat. My penis, from prolonged congestion, felt slightly swollen and painful.

My wife's upper body was bare, her breasts slightly sagging, the areolas already moist, her nipples erect and defiant. One slender hand was alternately kneading her breasts, occasionally tugging at her nipples with her thumb and forefinger. Her thong, worn by her legs raised on the armrest of the leather chair, had the thin strap deeply embedded in her labia. Her slightly dark labia were turned outwards, and her soft pubic hair was glistening with a few droplets of moisture.

Her other hand was gently stroking her inner thigh. The contrast between her snow-white thighs and fingers and her dark pubic hair and thong was arousing, fueling any desire in a man.

I zoomed in on the video on my computer desktop, making my wife's genitals even clearer.

"Honey, he wants me to touch my own pussy, and he wants me to put three fingers inside," my wife texted me on QQ.

This was our game, our little secret as a couple.

"You little slut, you're so wet already, even three fingers aren't enough to satisfy you, hurry up and put it in!" I replied, then vigorously rubbed my hard cock.

In the video, my wife moved, her hands lowering from her breasts, and her hands parted her labia. That damned black ribbon blocked my view, preventing me from seeing deep inside her cunt.

My wife gently stroked her labia, then smoothed her soft pubic hair before slowly extending a finger into her alluring cunt. Her snow-white, tender middle finger gradually disappeared inside her.

The man in front of my wife on the video call said something, and she burst out laughing. The man couldn't see her whole body; he could only see her genitals. I quickly typed a message to her: "What did he say? That's so funny, you little slut?" "He said my cunt is so deep, one middle finger definitely can't reach the bottom." In the video, my wife's fingers moved faster, her buttocks thrusting upwards from the pleasurable stimulation. Now, almost three fingers were inside her, stretching her vagina open. Her other hand was rapidly rubbing her clitoris, and her juices slowly flowed out, overflowing down her buttocks and onto the black leather chair beneath her snow-white buttocks.

"Oh! I'm a little slut! I'm a whore! I want your big cock to fuck me! Fuck me hard!" My wife was close to orgasm, shouting loudly. Although there were several walls between us, I could clearly hear her moans from the bedroom in the study.

My wife had never been like this before. When we first got married, although she would cooperate with my flirting, occasionally give me oral sex, and writhe intensely during orgasms, saying things like "Honey, I love you," and "Honey, it feels so good," I always felt like something was missing.

"My horny husband, I can't take it anymore," my wife texted with one hand while the other continued thrusting inside her.

"Ask him if he wants to watch us fuck," I quickly replied.

"He said he does!" my wife replied immediately.

I stood up naked, my penis erect and pointing upwards, the glans already turning slightly purple, the veins on my penis bulging and twisting. I left the study and went to the bedroom next door.

My wife looked at me with hazy eyes, licking her dry lips, and let out a low moan that seemed to come from the ancient past: "Ah..." My wife stood up, and I leaned back in my chair, legs stretched out. My wife lifted one leg and straddled mine, one hand on the computer desk, her buttocks high in the air, her cunt, already pulled down from its thong, dripping with lustful fluid.

My wife held my hard penis, rubbing it against her cunt. The slippery feeling made me unable to resist gripping her plump buttocks tightly. My wife slowly sat down, and my thick, purplish glans slowly sank into her cunt.

My wife let out a soft "oh," and my penis was finally fully inside her cunt. My wife sat up straight, her cunt enveloping my penis, her buttocks slowly wriggling back and forth.

I glanced at the computer screen; a thick, black penis filled the video, and a hand was rapidly stroking it. Due to the slow internet speed, the penis became a blurry image.

"Damn, you little slut, you really dare to let me watch you fuck with your husband!" came a message on QQ from the other end.

"Want to fuck my slutty cunt together?" my wife typed playfully.

"I'm fucking you with your husband right now, come on! Slut, lick my cock." The video stopped, the glans of my penis pointing straight at the screen. My wife opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and made a licking motion.

I held my wife's ass and thrust my penis upwards. My wife held onto the chair armrests, her feet off the ground, squatted on the chair, leaning back against me, making the movements of my penis thrusting in and out of her cunt even clearer through the video. I had two videos running on my computer, watching my penis thrusting rapidly in and out of my wife's cunt. Each thrust caused the tender flesh of her cunt to flip in and out, and there was another thick penis beside me, fantasizing about fucking my wife's cunt.

I grew increasingly excited, and my wife, amidst the constant teasing messages from the other person, seemed exceptionally wanton. She pulled her penis out of her cunt, stood up, and then bent down, rapidly licking the head of my penis with her tongue, occasionally licking the urethral opening.

Then, her warm lips took my entire glans into her mouth, her tongue circling the edge of the glans, occasionally rubbing the rim with her lips. Every now and then, her eyes would drift towards the webcam, her gaze clearly saying, "Look how good I am, my husband is having so much fun, you're going to be so impatient."

A tingling sensation shot from my tailbone to my glans, then quickly spread throughout my body. I convulsed, trembling as I grabbed my wife's hair, stopping the rubbing. I pushed her away, making her hold onto the chair with both hands, her buttocks raised high. I adjusted the webcam, seeing on the screen that it was at the right angle, then, holding my wife's buttocks with one hand and my penis with the other, I quickly and forcefully thrust into her cunt, pulled it out completely, and then thrust in again.

After a few times, my wife started thrusting her hips back forcefully, trying to find my penis.

Finally, after I penetrated her again, she reached back and grabbed my buttocks, leaving my penis inside her cunt. I slowly rotated my penis, about seven or eight times, before forcefully thrusting it in. My penis stayed inside her cunt for about three seconds before slowly pulling it out. When the glans reached the vaginal opening, I thrust it in again with great force. My wife

started talking nonsense. I squeezed and rubbed her snow-white, round buttocks with increasing force, and I smeared my right thumb with the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina onto her anus. That was still a virgin territory that I hadn't explored. Although she had already let another man take the lead, I was still waiting, keeping this fertile land for myself to slowly develop.

My thumb, dripping with vaginal fluid, circled around her anus. Her anus contracted, and my wife turned around, her eyes filled with seductive allure, and said to me, "It itches..." I smiled wickedly and continued to rub, while my penis continued to thrust in and out at a leisurely pace.

I stared defiantly at the self-masturbating penis on the computer screen, gripping my wife's plump buttocks with both hands and slamming them against my penis, each time driving it deep inside.

He was probably on the verge of climaxing; the speed and frequency of his masturbation were rapid. I felt secretly pleased; my wife had finally taken this step. What should I do next with my wife's training?

My

wife's name is Xiaoxuan, she's a year older than me, 34 this year. She has big eyes and wears wide-rimmed glasses. When she takes them off, her eyes always seem misty, as if they're about to burst with tears. Her skin is fair and delicate. She's 165 cm tall, slender yet voluptuous. Because of having children, her once slim waist has become somewhat out of shape, but she's not obese. Her buttocks are round and very perky. Every time I stroke her soft, white buttocks, I can't bear to let go.

Now we have a lovely daughter living with my parents, which allows my wife and I to fully enjoy our time together.

Xiaoxuan's family and my parents lived in the same city and had been neighbors since the "Down to the Countryside Movement," so we had a very good relationship. As a young and naive child, I often went to her house. She always acted like an older sister, tapping my head and calling me "little one." Sometimes, when I was tired from playing, I would sleep with her younger brother, and my family would often come to her house at night to bring me back.

Girls mature early, and she started developing; her breasts gradually became fuller, and her buttocks became more and more perky. As she grew older, she wasn't as casual as she used to be. Although I still often visited her house, always using the

excuse of seeing her brother, I never stayed too late. I had a crush on her ever since my penis started to grow sparse pubic hair. Since then, I've been even more embarrassed to go to her house. When we met, I would just bow my head and say hello. But every morning before school, I would get up early and hide in a corner until she left the house. Then I would follow her from a distance. After school, I would run out of the school gate first and follow her until she entered her house before going home myself.

Every time I saw her pure and captivating figure, I felt completely satisfied. I never felt I could get enough of looking at her. Even during breaks, I would run to the playground and look towards her classroom, just to catch a glimpse of her.

That year, Xiaoxuan was 18, and I was 17. I heard from her family that she was going to study at a vocational school in another city, a place more than four hours away by bus. For people our age at the time, that was a very long distance. One day, I finally mustered up the courage to confess my love to her.

The opportunity finally came. She was out on the street, and as she passed a small park in the middle of the street, I ran a few steps and pretended to bump into her, calling out to her.

That day, Xiaoxuan was wearing a floral short-sleeved shirt, a blue pleated skirt, and a pair of mid-heeled sandals. She was holding a wallet she had folded herself from newspaper. Her unique girlish fragrance wafted in the wind, very pleasant. But I was a little awkward and didn't know how to speak, looking down at her delicate pink toes.

Xiao Xuan adjusted her glasses, smiling as she watched my flustered state. I blushed even more. "What's up, handsome young man?" Xiao Xuan asked playfully, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

"I heard you're going to a vocational school in another city?" I finally found a topic to discuss.

"Yeah! It'll be four years! What's wrong?"

"I... I like you, Sister Xiao Xuan. I'm afraid you won't want me anymore once you go to school!" I said, mustering my courage.

Xiao Xuan froze, her hand on her glasses hovering in mid-air. Suddenly, she burst into laughter, her smile so unrestrained, so captivating.

"Is it okay? I've liked you since I was little. I follow you to and from school every day, and I'm always happy whenever I see you. I want you to be my girlfriend!" I puffed out my chest like a proud little rooster, looking at Xiao Xuan who was doubled over with laughter.

"You little rascal, what do you know about girlfriends! You're too young, don't think such things!" Xiao Xuan tapped my head.

This was the first time I confessed my feelings to Xiaoxuan. She rejected me with the same tone she used when talking to a little brother, but this only fueled my admiration for her. Since I had already confessed, I became bolder. After that day, I started going to her house again. No matter what she said, I stayed at her house. I spent almost the entire summer vacation at her house.

She finally left. Before she left, I wrote her a long letter and tucked it into her luggage that she had packed the night before. In the letter, I poured out my love and admiration for her. I had consulted several love letter guides and spent several nights writing it.

Almost a week after she left, she wrote home and enclosed a reply to me. When I received the letter from her mother, I was overjoyed. The ordinary letter paper still carried her faint scent. I held the letter to my heart, imagining her loving reply. But the letter only contained a few short lines, nothing but telling me to study hard.

As time went by, my longing for her grew stronger. At night, her image filled my dreams; in my dreams, she was so noble, so captivating. I had my first wet dream with Xiaoxuan. I wrote her a letter almost every day, but she rarely replied. Each time, she would only say I was still young, that I should study hard, and not have any wild thoughts, that she didn't like boys younger than her, etc.

During winter break, she went home, and I started staying at her house again. She would still tap my head, treating me like a little brother.

I asked her why she replied so infrequently, and she said she was busy with her studies. After school started again, I began writing to her. This contact continued until I entered high school. That summer, she didn't come back. I went to her house to ask, and her mother said Xiaoxuan was working a summer job and wouldn't be returning. I was very disappointed.

Gradually, I lost contact with her. Before, although Xiaoxuan's replies to my letters weren't immediate, she would always reply every now and then. But starting that summer, I received no replies at all. I knew Xiaoxuan already had a boyfriend. I cried secretly many times, wanting to go to her school to find her, but I could never muster the courage. After graduating from junior high school, my grades weren't good, so I went to Guangzhou to work. I was 17 years old that year.

Time flies so fast; eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, I worked in Guangzhou, Shanghai, Shenzhen, Hainan, and other places, as a salesman, a promoter, and a security guard. Through Xiaoxuan's younger brother, I got Xiaoxuan's contact information and finally reconnected with her.

Through our conversation, I learned that Xiaoxuan had started dating a boyfriend in her second year of vocational school, during the summer vacation when she didn't go home. They dated for about six years, but Xiaoxuan's family strongly disapproved. Xiaoxuan was a filial child, and because of her parents' objections, she broke up with the boy.

I confessed my love to Xiaoxuan repeatedly, and finally, with my sincerity, Xiaoxuan agreed to date me. Six months later, we got married.

Having a wife filled me with immense excitement. On our wedding day, after seeing off our relatives and friends, I leaned back on the sofa, slightly tipsy, watching Xiaoxuan remove her makeup at the dressing table. From now on, she would be my wife, my love. Looking at my wife's back, no longer youthful but rather mature, I was mesmerized.

My wife probably sensed my gaze. She had drunk quite a bit at the banquet that day; her face was flushed, and her eyes seemed about to overflow with tears. She turned around, gave me a sidelong glance, and said in a coquettish tone, "Pervert!" For some reason, I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy.

How many men had my wife slept with all these years? Imagining my wife's naked, snow-white, full body, writhing and moaning beneath different men, my penis instantly became erect.

On our wedding night

, I unbuttoned my shirt cuffs, walked behind Xiaoxuan, gently put my arm around her shoulder, and lightly kissed her hair. Xiaoxuan twisted her body, turned around, raised her head, and our lips met.

I reached out and squeezed Xiaoxuan's breasts through her clothes. Their full, soft flesh was irresistible. Suddenly, images of different men's hands flashed through my mind—black hands, white hands, hands with long, hairy hair—vigorously rubbing her smooth breasts. I couldn't help but increase the pressure.

"Husband…it hurts…" Xiaoxuan cried out softly.

I straightened up, unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my pants. My erect penis gleamed, its engorged erection exposed. I grabbed Xiaoxuan's hair and pulled her head down. Xiaoxuan looked up at me, gave me a coquettish glare, opened her mouth, and took my penis in.

Before we got married, we often made love, and I'd had Xiaoxuan give me oral sex, but her technique was really poor; her teeth would always touch my penis. But this time, her technique was clearly different. Not only did she avoid her teeth, but her tongue skillfully circled the head of my penis, her lips gently scraping the edge before she took the entire penis into her mouth. I could clearly feel the head of my penis touching her throat.

Immediately afterward, she let out a low, rumbling sound, her little tongue vibrating rapidly against my glans with the airflow. A tingling sensation shot from my tailbone to the top of my head, a surge of heat rising and then quickly sinking in my chest. My fingers trembled slightly; the tingling, itchy feeling was unbearable. I pulled Xiaoxuan up, making her face away from me, and lifted her skirt to her waist, parting her panties to reveal her hairy, wet vulva. It was already overflowing with moisture. I held my penis, aimed it at Xiaoxuan's vulva, and forcefully thrust it in.

Soon, Xiaoxuan began to moan softly. I held Xiaoxuan's soft, white buttocks, my hips moving rapidly as my penis thrust in and out of her vulva, each time causing the flesh to fold back and forth.

"Is it good? Wife!" I squeezed and kneaded Xiaoxuan's buttocks forcefully.

"Good...so good...husband, you're so amazing!" Xiaoxuan turned around and hooked her arms around my waist, her hips moving back and forth with my thrusts.

"Is my cock more comfortable? Or theirs?" I suddenly asked.

"My husband's is more comfortable... your cock is more comfortable," Xiaoxuan answered unintentionally.

I became inexplicably excited. "How many cocks have fucked your cunt?" I asked nervously. I clearly felt Xiaoxuan freeze for a moment. "Tell me, how many cocks have fucked you!" I increased the speed of my thrusting.

"Ah..." Xiaoxuan moaned, "One... just one." "Really only one?" "Including my husband, that's two."

"Have you licked his cock?" I unconsciously increased the pressure on my hand, and several red finger marks appeared on Xiaoxuan's fair and tender buttocks.

"Oh... it hurts... husband..."

"Have you licked his big cock?"

"No, I don't like licking, it's dirty..."

"Little slut, then you were licking me so skillfully just now, and you're still lying to me?" "I'm not lying to my husband, oh... husband, I can't take it anymore." Xiaoxuan's cunt contracted violently, the tender flesh inside her cunt like a small mouth, constantly sucking.

"You little slut, you dare lie to your husband? Tell me, did you lick it?"

"Yes, just once. I thought it was dirty, so I never licked it again." Xiaoxuan suddenly thrust her buttocks forcefully against my penis, then quickly rubbed up and down; her orgasm was coming.

I held her waist, my penis thrusting forward forcefully without moving, letting Xiaoxuan's buttocks rub on their own. My penis was deeply inside her cunt, the glans touching her cervix. With her up-and-down movements, the glans rubbed against her cervix, and suddenly a gush of hot, wet fluid gushed out. My glans felt hot, and I couldn't help but ejaculate as well.

After marriage, our sex life was very harmonious. During that time, we had sex everywhere in the house—the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room sofa, the balcony—Xiaoxuan's fluids were everywhere. But I was always curious: had my wife really only had sex with one person? How did she have sex with other people? What did it feel like for her to have sex with other people?

My curiosity grew stronger, and one day I couldn't resist posting my question on a forum. I quickly received many replies, and I felt the responses were quite accurate. I decided to find someone to seduce my wife to see if she could resist the temptation and whether she would reveal her past sexual history in front of a stranger.

So, I bought a webcam, installed it under my wife's computer desk, and connected it to my computer in my study. This way, I could observe my wife's conversations with strangers via video. After installing the

webcam

, I started browsing the forum, specifically looking for authors who wrote good cuckoldry stories. I contacted them, telling them Xiaoxuan's story, hoping they could extract more information from her.

At first, Xiaoxuan wouldn't accept friend requests at all, and I almost always failed. So, I secretly memorized Xiaoxuan's QQ password, logged into her account, and added some of my chosen writers as friends. Perhaps Xiaoxuan had been on QQ for so long that she didn't remember how many friends she had, thus giving her friends an opportunity.

As my friends on QQ kept enticing Xiaoxuan, and I intentionally told her stories during our sexual encounters, Xiaoxuan gradually opened up and started discussing sex with others on QQ.

To cooperate with my friends' advances, I gritted my teeth and refrained from having sex with Xiaoxuan for over a month. Finally, Xiaoxuan couldn't resist anymore. For the first time, she shyly exposed her breasts, her genitals, and engaged in text-based sex for the first time, and even masturbated for the first time in front of me on video. I secretly recorded all of these moments through the video camera.

At first, Xiaoxuan was afraid I would find out about her behavior. After each online affair, she would try her best to satisfy my sexual needs. She answered my almost cruel questions without hesitation, even detailing her encounters with her ex-boyfriends.

I finally learned the details of how Xiaoxuan lost her virginity and her promiscuous and wanton side before we married.

That year, I went to a vocational school in another city, alone and feeling very uneasy, as I was only 18 years old. The school's academic atmosphere wasn't strict; in fact, it was almost permissive. Teachers didn't care, and students didn't study. Looking at the students throughout the school, most were just coasting through to graduation. Gradually, I followed suit and stopped studying seriously.

Xiaofang was my classmate and roommate. She was a local, and although she had her own dorm, she rarely stayed on campus. She was very kind to me, and every weekend she would invite me out for a big meal. Her boyfriend, A-Ming, usually paid the bill. He was tall and handsome. Although Xiaofang always showed off their relationship in front of me, I could tell that A-Ming looked down on Xiaofang. I couldn't quite explain it, but A-Ming didn't seem to love Xiaofang as much.

A-Ming had a good buddy, A-Qiang, who dropped out of school early and went home. He was a troublemaker in their area, and many people were afraid of him. But A-Qiang was very loyal to his friends. He was also tall and big, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a small scar near his eye that gave him a somewhat masculine air.

Every time Xiaofang asked me out to dinner, Aqiang would be there. Gradually, I noticed something was off. Aqiang was clearly interested in me. Although I'd never been in a relationship before, I could feel it. Aqiang always liked to get close to me, and he would often use certain actions or things like the swaying of a car to touch my arm. Once, he even put his arm around my waist.

I didn't have any feelings for Aqiang; it was neither good nor bad. I couldn't help but think of the little boy next door before I went to school. His rooster-like expression made me laugh. That silly boy!

A-Qiang had once asked A-Fang to suggest that he wanted to date me. I told A-Fang that I didn't like his type. After several attempts, A-Fang never brought it up again, but A-Qiang would still show up on time every time we ate out or went out.

One time, we went out to eat. It was A-Fang's birthday. I, who never drinks, drank a large glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor) for the first time. Looking at the clear, transparent liquor, like water, I thought it wouldn't be a problem. So, after their repeated persuasion, I drank a whole teacup in one gulp. Who knew that this glass of liquor would start churning in my stomach, and my mind would become hazy.

Because the restaurant wasn't far from A-Qiang's house, they helped me to his place. Then A-Fang and A-Min quietly left, and I vaguely fell asleep on the bed.

In the middle of the night, I felt someone stroking my cheek. I was incredibly thirsty and had a splitting headache. I struggled to open my eyes, and a face with a small scar at the corner of its eye was so close to me. It was A-Qiang! What was he doing in our dorm? I was startled and sat up in bed, feeling dizzy.

"You're awake. Here, have some water." A-Qiang handed me a glass of water. I took it and drank it down in big gulps; it was still a little warm. After finishing, I handed the blanket back to A-Qiang. I looked around and then remembered that this was A-Qiang's house.

"Where are A-Fang and A-Ming?" I looked at my clothes. My shirt was neat except for a few wrinkles, and my jeans were on properly.

"They saw you were asleep, so they didn't wake you. They went off to have some alone time." A-Ming put down the glass, came over, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Drink less alcohol in the future. You can't drink, but you still pretend to be." "I told you I can't drink, but you still forced me to." I was a little angry. You were the ones who made me drink, and now you're saying such sarcastic things.

"You silly little thing." A-Ming tapped my head, just like I would tap the boy next door. "Are you tired? Lie down and get some sleep." A-Qiang pressed my shoulder and helped me lie down on the bed.

I turned over and lay on my side facing the wall, feeling uneasy. Fortunately, A-Qiang didn't do anything inappropriate. After he saw that I was lying down, he turned off the light and left the bedroom. A-Qiang's place was rented, a one-bedroom apartment, not very big. There was very little furniture in the room, but the sheets and pillowcases were clean enough. A-Qiang sat down on a chair in the living room. I glanced back at the half-open bedroom door, thinking of getting up to close it, but then I felt that would make me too suspicious of A-Qiang, so I tugged at my clothes and fell into a deep sleep.

A pair of warm hands gently stroked my long hair and caressed my earlobe. I leaned against him, stroking his strong chest. Warm sunlight streamed through the woods and meadows. I was intoxicated by the feeling of his gentle hands. His hand slid across my face, slipping inside my collar and onto my chest. My sensitive breasts were instantly covered in goosebumps, but the hand was so gentle, the caress so pleasurable, that I couldn't help but moan. Whose arms was

I lying in? The one caressing me must be my lover, but what is my lover's name? I suddenly woke up with a start, drenched in a cold sweat. Sure enough, someone was holding me. There was a hand moving on my breast—it was A-Qiang.

I struggled to grab A-Qiang's hand, trying to pull it away from my collar. "A-Qiang, don't do this." "Xiao-Xuan, I love you!" Seeing that I was awake, A-Qiang grew bolder. He pressed me down onto the bed, his body pressing against mine, his hands holding my head, kissing me as he spoke.

I was terrified. How could the beautiful scene in my dream be so different from reality?

"Qiang, please don't do this, I beg you."

"I love you, Xiaoxuan, you're so captivating." Qiang continued kissing me passionately, ignoring my pleas. I tried to turn my head, but Qiang's hands held it firmly. His lips and tongue kissed my ears, cheeks, and lips relentlessly. Even worse, his tongue went into my mouth.

I struggled, but suddenly a blissful, intoxicating feeling washed over me. Qiang had somehow slipped his hands inside my clothes and opened my bra. He was caressing and kneading my breasts, my nipples... Oh my god! His fingers pinched and gently twisted my nipples, and I couldn't help but moan. This feeling was so strange.

I tried to push Qiang's hands away, but the more I pushed, the harder he kneaded my breasts. Oh my god! I'm going crazy. The feeling of a man rubbing my breasts is so strange. A strange itch ran between my legs, and I involuntarily squeezed them together. A-Qiang noticed my legs were closed and, without a word, forced one of his legs between mine.

He used his thigh, through my jeans, to rub my genitals up and down, his hand moving faster and faster. I wanted to scream, I wanted to struggle, but as soon as I opened my mouth, A-Qiang's tongue slipped into it, and I could only make muffled sounds.

I'm such a bad woman, such a shameless bad woman. My hands were involuntarily wrapped around A-Ming, my buttocks were thrusting upwards, I was actually hoping his thighs would rub my genitals even harder, I was even arching my chest, letting my breasts spill further out of my bra to make it easier for his hand to rub them. What's wrong with me?

Ah Qiang had completely unbuttoned my clothes. I hadn't even felt him do it. He was now reaching behind me to unhook my bra. I snapped back to reality and shrank back, trying to avoid his wicked hands.

Seeing he couldn't unhook my bra, he started kissing my lips again. His wicked thighs between my legs began to rub up and down and sway from side to side. Oh my god! I lost myself again.

When I felt a cool sensation on my chest, he had actually managed to unhook my bra. Now my entire breast was exposed. Ah Qiang moved up, one arm around my neck, holding me tightly, the other hand kneading my breast. Suddenly, he leaned down and began licking my nipple.

"Ah..." I jerked my head back, and reached out. Instead of pushing Ah-Qiang away, I grabbed and kneaded my other breast, which he couldn't reach. I don't know if I'm a slutty woman, but a voice inside me screamed, "No, you can't do this!" But my body was beyond my control; I started to respond to his movements.

Ah-Qiang's hands began to slide down, reaching the buttons of my jeans, trying to remove my last line of defense. I finally began to resist, gripping my pants tightly, tears streaming down my face. "Ah-Qiang, please, no, no, really no!" "It's okay, I just want to touch you, I won't really fuck you," Ah-Qiang said, continuing to fasten the buttons. I struggled, twisting my hips from side to side, preventing him from succeeding.

He became forceful, pressing his entire body against me, lifting my hands above my head, then gripping my wrists tightly with one hand while his other hand slipped under his body. This time, my resistance was so weak that he easily unbuttoned my shirt. But I was wearing tight jeans, making it difficult to take them off, and I was uncooperative, constantly twisting my body.

"Xiaoxuan, I really love you. Let me see, just let me see, okay?" Aqiang said, seeing no other way.

"No, absolutely not. My first time must be with my husband." "But where is your husband? I love you, will I be your husband?" The dark eyes of the little boy next door suddenly appeared before my eyes. "No, that won't do either. I'll only give my first time to my husband when we get married." I insisted on my last line.

"Okay then! I swear, I'll just look, I definitely won't fuck you, is that okay?" Aqiang used a roundabout strategy.

"Really just to take a look?" I was so foolish to believe him, and I foolishly thought that if I really showed it to him, he would let me go. I was already too tired of struggling.

With my tacit consent, A-Qiang finally took off my jeans, cleverly pulling them off along with my underwear. When I realized I was completely naked in front of him, it was too late.

A-Qiang also took off his trousers, his thighs bare, still rubbing against my genitals. His hands caressed my breasts, occasionally licking my nipples. I actually let him do as he pleased, silently deceiving myself into thinking that he was just touching and looking, that nothing was wrong with it.

A-Qiang kissed my lips, his hands gently stroking my abdomen, slowly sliding down. He first caressed my thighs, and I unconsciously opened my legs. His entire palm covered my vulva, then slowly moved his wrist. His palm was so gentle, as if possessing a magical power. I moaned, my buttocks involuntarily arching upwards, pressing my vulva even closer to his magic hand.

Suddenly, I felt a finger lightly inserted into my vagina. I quickly grabbed his hand, "Didn't you say you were just looking?" "It's okay, I'm just touching you lightly. Look how much fluid you've released. I'll make you feel good, just a little bit, okay?" Ah Qiang said, increasing the speed of his finger's movements.

"Ah..." Oh my god! A tingling sensation quickly spread throughout my body. I tried to push his hand away, but instead, I forcefully pushed his hand into my vagina.

His finger rotated rapidly inside my vagina. The tender flesh inside my vagina, never before touched, spasmed with each rotation of his finger. I orgasmed, and I actually gushed out a stream of vaginal fluid.

I lay there exhausted, panting heavily. Ah Qiang triumphantly pulled his finger out of my vagina and held it up to my eyes. His finger was covered in vaginal fluid, and a thin thread of it slowly dripped down. "You still said you didn't want it? Look how eager your cunt is!" Ah Qiang teased me.

I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear, so I kept quiet. I thought it was over, but then A-Qiang reached down again. I looked up and saw he was taking off his underwear. I said anxiously, "Why are you taking your pants off! No way, you have to keep your word." "Of course I keep my word! You showed me your cunt, so I'll show you my big cock! That's fair!" A-Qiang said, holding his thick, hard cock in front of me.

I turned my face away. "No, I don't want to see."

A-Qiang chuckled, grabbed my hand, and tried to touch his cock. I pulled my hand back and struggled, but A-Qiang grabbed my hand tightly, then leaned forward and put his cock in my hand. I involuntarily grabbed this man's lifeline—it was so thick, so hard, so hot. I couldn't help but move my hand up and down.

Ah Qiang chuckled, then climbed on top of me again, wedging his legs between mine. He grabbed my wrists with one hand and pressed them against the headboard. I had no strength left. I could feel that thick, hard, hot penis rubbing against my vaginal opening. He's probably just outside, not going in! I thought.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand from my wrists, then parted my labia with his fingers. With his other hand, he guided his penis slowly into my vagina. A feeling of fullness washed over me. "Ah…no, Ah Qiang, you said you wouldn't do it," I weakly pounded on him.

Ah Qiang didn't speak, but leaned down, his penis slowly but firmly advancing deeper into my vagina. My vagina felt increasingly swollen, a mix of pain, pleasure, and mostly helplessness.

I clearly felt something blocking his penis's advance. Ah Qiang stopped there, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was my hymen, but another feeling of loss lingered.

A-Qiang gripped my shoulders with both hands, then slightly lifted his buttocks, his penis returning to the entrance of my vagina. He slowly thrust it in again, then back in, repeating this several times. After a few more times, the slight pain disappeared, and my whole body felt like it was floating. Suddenly, he thrust his penis forward forcefully, his penis shattering my last line of defense. My virginity was gone!

That night, A-Qiang, like a tireless machine, relentlessly fucked me. The pain of losing my virginity slowly transformed into boundless pleasure. I wanted more, I wanted more, I cried out in my heart.

That summer, I didn't go home. I lied to my family, saying I was working a summer job. Actually, I was with A-Qiang. He fucked every hole in my body, making me lick every part of his body. His sex drive was incredibly strong. He liked me to wear short skirts and wouldn't let me wear underwear. He said that way he could fuck me anytime, anywhere.

Once, on a bus, as the bus swayed, he penetrated my vagina from under my skirt. A little boy sitting next to me, who looked remarkably like my neighbor's son (now my husband), swallowed hard, staring intently at my buttocks as his penis thrust into me, his pants bulging. I suddenly felt incredibly happy; I had multiple orgasms that time. When we got off the bus, Ah Qiang had to help me down.

Our rented room was a playground for our sex. Later, Ah Qiang increasingly enjoyed violently fucking me, and he changed the way he did it. He would slap my buttocks hard, bite my nipples with his teeth. Once, he made me stand on the balcony, holding onto the railing, and he fucked me from behind. Oh my god! People would walk by in the neighborhood from time to time, and whenever someone walked by, he would fuck me even harder. I actually started to like this feeling. I would dress up in different ways, trying my best to cooperate with him and satisfy him.

After graduation, I was going home. A-Qiang cancelled his rented apartment and came back to my hometown with me. He found a job as a deliveryman there. Because we were from the same hometown, we knew many people, and although we had sex frequently, it wasn't as unrestrained as it had been in school. Also, I had to go home every day.

This went on for a year until my parents finally found out about our relationship. After learning more about him, my family vehemently opposed our relationship. Seeing the increasing gray in my parents' hair, I couldn't resist their insistence and finally broke up with A-Qiang. That day, we were passionately intimate; we didn't leave the house for the entire weekend, spending dozens of hours in bed together.

After that, A-Qiang left my hometown and went back home. Not long after, the boy next door, who is now my husband, contacted me, repeatedly expressing his love for me. He even had his parents propose to my family. My parents were very happy with the marriage, so we got together.

My husband is very shy during sex. At first, he was even a little afraid to touch me. He's completely different from A-Qiang. A-Qiang is very aggressive, while my husband treats me like a precious porcelain doll, afraid of breaking me. I started to miss A-Qiang's drive, that feeling that made me feel like I was in heaven. So, I secretly went to see him. A-Qiang did the same thing as before, grabbing me and making me give him oral sex, then frantically fucking my cunt.

But as time went on, I could clearly feel that A-Qiang was just going through the motions. He no longer treated me as his lover, his future wife, but as a tool for his sexual gratification. Even when he fucked me, there was a sense of revenge in it.

Three months later, I went home. After that, I never contacted A-Qiang again.

After returning home, my husband and I opened a small trading company, specializing in foreign trade. Because of favorable policies, business was pretty good. Although our sex life lacked passion, I liked this peaceful life. A year later, we got married.

On our wedding day, my husband suddenly asked me, "Between me and other dicks, who fucks me more comfortably?" I was so excited that I started trembling all over. I answered him, and my husband actually slapped my buttocks hard. I orgasmed during his slaps and the thrusting of his penis.

After that, every time my husband had sex with me, he would ask me the same question, and I would answer him patiently without getting annoyed. But every time he asked me if I had ever licked A-Qiang's penis, I would always answer that I hadn't. I wasn't trying to lie to him, but before we got married, he once asked me to lick his penis. I was afraid he would call me a slut, so I pretended to lick for a while and then vomited. He believed me.

People say that if you lie once, you have to lie more to cover it up. That's exactly what happened to me. On our wedding day, I used my real skills and licked my husband until he was completely satisfied. He asked me why I licked so well, haha! My silly husband, I had been licking A-Qiang's penis almost every day for the past few years. How could I not be good at it?

But I didn't dare tell him. I could only lie to him, saying that I learned from watching porn. Besides, it's not difficult, just like eating a lollipop.

Our married life was very happy, but lately, my husband always says he's busy with business, then hides in the study to type documents on the computer, leaving me alone in the room. He only comes back after I fall asleep. We haven't had sex for over a month. I miss it so much.

During this time, besides my husband not having sex with me, I suddenly have a lot of new friends on QQ, and everyone asks me very private questions. I suspect it's my husband's doing, so I tried chatting with them, trying to expose my breasts and my genitals, and even masturbating. Sure enough, I guessed right, my husband knows what I've been doing, because every time I chat with my QQ friends about sex, he comes over and has sex with me, and he does it really hard and it feels really good.

Moreover, I discovered that my husband had installed a webcam under my computer desk, secretly watching me every day. This emboldened me further. I engaged in lewd acts with men on QQ who were trying to seduce me, deliberately pointing my vagina at the hidden webcam. I was convinced he was watching me, and I felt secretly smug. Finally,

one day, a QQ chat friend suggested watching me have sex with my husband. On a whim, I copied and pasted that message and sent it to him. Instead of being angry, he actually came over and started having sex with me in front of the webcam. This feeling was like being gang-raped—it was amazing, so incredibly pleasurable. After that, my husband and I

began a different kind of sexual relationship. I seduced different men in front of the computer, and my husband watched my live stream from the study. We were both very excited, and our sexual relationship became increasingly harmonious, until that year when I became pregnant and gave birth to our lovely daughter.

When our daughter got a little older, we sent her to my parents' house, and we resumed this exciting sexual relationship. This was an agreement between us as husband and wife—limited to the internet, and we would never cheat on each other in real life. This was my promise to my husband, and his promise to me.

Now, my husband has developed a new way to play; there are video rooms on QQ. Now those lecherous men are in for a treat. They can play with me together, they can gang rape me together. "Ah... so many dicks are mine, they're all hard for me, they're all going crazy for me." "Little slut, bitch, sex slave, whore!" and other insults made me even more excited. They told me to spank my ass hard, to spank my cunt hard, and I obediently did as they said. Seeing my husband's eyes full of desire, watching him slowly approach my thick, hard dick, I opened my mouth slightly, my eyes hazy and seductive, licking my lips with my tongue. "Come on! Big dick husband, come and fuck your slutty wife to death!" I said to my husband with unparalleled happiness!

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