Ping, a married woman's lewd diary – Night Market Edition

My husband is 5 years older than me.
She had sex with two men before her husband.
My husband is very good to me, but every time we have sex, it ends quickly, and I never reach orgasm. So I end up masturbating after he goes to bed.
Despite this, my husband, influenced by online erotic novels, always makes me fantasize about being raped by other men during sex, which makes me constantly aroused.
That day, when my husband was having sex with me, he told me that he wanted to create an opportunity for a stranger to have sex with my cunt.
My heart was pounding when I heard that, so I quickly punched him to hide my excitement.
My husband hugged me tightly and said, "Don't worry, my darling wife, I keep my word."
And that's how the story unfolded.
On Friday night, we were strolling through the night market when he asked me to change into the short skirt and thong he had bought earlier.
He deliberately exposed me all the way, so many motorcyclists kept looking under my skirt, which made me wet. When we got to the night market, he deliberately kept his distance from me and let me wander around on my own, while controlling my movements with his mobile phone.
After browsing for a while, he called and said he was selling women's underwear at the next stall. He then tried to seduce the male owner, a slightly overweight man in his forties. So I pretended to look at the sexy underwear on the lower shelf of the display case and obediently stuck out my butt. Although I was wearing underwear, I knew that it was no different from not wearing any at all. The owner behind me could not only see my plump butt but also that my vaginal fluid had completely soaked the underwear! The breathing behind me became heavy. At this moment, the owner said that his warehouse was in a house in front and had many other styles. He asked if I wanted to go and take a look. I immediately took out my phone and called my husband to tell him.
My husband asked, "Honey, how are you feeling?" I answered truthfully, "I'm very excited, but it hurts down there."
The husband said, "My dear wife, don't be afraid, just go with him."
So I followed her to a house in a dark alley. It had all kinds of underwear, and even sex toys, dildos, condoms, and a lot of stuff. The owner deliberately took out a dildo and asked if I had ever tried one, which made me blush and my heart race. Then he added, "This one is great, but the one down there is even better." I rolled my eyes at him and told him to stop being so indecent. I continued to pick out a few more pieces of underwear. At that moment, my husband called and instructed me to pick out a sexy lingerie set that showed off my breasts and my vagina.
I found a black lace dress that my husband likes. When I wear it, my vulva and breasts are exposed.
How much does the black suit I picked cost? No matter how much he asks, I'm going to haggle. Then I'll pretend to rub my chest against his body unintentionally! My husband's demands are so perverted, yet so exciting. My mind went blank, and I felt my body trembling—trembling with excitement.
I pretended to be calm, picked up the suit, and walked towards the shop owner.
He also moved closer, and I could clearly see the bulge in his genitals—it was huge! Although it was covered by his shorts, I could still see it throbbing. This stranger aroused me... He must have known I saw his erection, because he spoke up: "You're so busy, so many phone calls."
"Um."
I answered, "How much...?" I lowered my head, feeling hot all over, and my face must have turned bright red.
I'm so excited! What will he say? How can I rub against him without it seeming like nothing's wrong? "You can try."
"I have a fitting room here. Please wait a moment while I close the door."
He brushed past me from behind, his penis sliding along my buttocks like a stick.
Oh my god! What an exciting feeling! My breathing has become heavy.
He pulled the roller shutter down forcefully from above.
Only a gap of about half a meter was left.
I quickly texted my husband: "Honey, I'm trying on the clothes."
A moment later, my husband texted me: "Is his dick big? Do you want him to fuck your cunt? If you do, try it. Love you, wife."
My husband has given me the initiative. If I leave my clothes behind and go out now, I don't think the shop owner will dare to stop me, but I really don't want to go out.
I want to have sex, I want to be fucked, I'm so itchy, I really can't stand it anymore.
I forced myself to text my husband: "Honey, his is big, I'll listen to you."
My husband replied with a single word: "Try."
I told my boss I wanted to give it a try.
His emotions clearly erupted, and he practically wrapped his arm around my waist, leading me into the inner room.
The inner room was a wooden partition with a bed and a full-length mirror next to it, serving as both the owner's bedroom and fitting room.
As soon as I went inside, my husband texted me again: "Honey, when you're trying on clothes, don't close the door completely, leave it half open."
Honey, you're so naughty! I know, I'll do whatever you say.
Following my husband's instructions, I only closed the door a little more than halfway, leaving a "big gap" of 20 or 30 centimeters for the boss to admire.
I only realized later that even when I closed the door, he could still see me clearly through the gaps in the wooden planks.
However, by leaving a crack in the door, I can see what's happening outside through a corner of the mirror.
My husband gave me another instruction: "Take it off."
I heard the boss pull up and lock the roller shutter, and my heart jumped into my throat.
"It's coming, I'm going to get fucked."
The soft footsteps behind them sounded particularly loud in the small house where there were only two people.
I know he's started spying on me: I let him spy on me on purpose; my husband deliberately lets me be seen by others.
Honey, you're excited too, aren't you? I started pretending there was no one behind me and took off my shirt. My breasts were already engorged and felt like they were about to explode, with my nipples standing up high. I slowly took off my skirt and saw in the mirror that my boss's hand was already inside my underwear, rubbing it.
With my last bit of strength, I managed to pull down my soaking wet underwear. I was completely naked, on a small street, in a strange house, in front of a strange man.
The heavy breathing behind me turned into panting. I trembled as I picked up the black lingerie. He spoke from behind me: "Need any help?" My husband's message came again: "Honey, take it off slowly. What is he doing? Is he masturbating behind you? Don't let him have sex with you too quickly. Try to arouse him until he's burning with desire."
He pushed open the door. While I was checking the text message, he had already quickly taken off his shorts, and he was completely naked. He wrapped his arms around me and asked, "Whose message is this?" I was too weak to struggle. I had used up all my composure and strength, and I collapsed softly into the arms of this stranger.
"It's my husband, oh..." With almost no difficulty, his penis slid completely into my vagina.
My husband always praises my tight, narrow, and wet vagina. Today, it was soaked in so much vaginal fluid that it became incredibly slippery, even though it was bigger than my husband.
"You little slut, what are you saying to your husband?" After he penetrated me, he began to move violently, his hands kneading my tender breasts in an almost perverted manner.
His penis slammed hard against my fat, white buttocks, making a lewd slapping sound.
"Ah, ah... be gentle, my husband told me to take off my clothes slowly... it hurts! Please, please go slower..." "You little slut, you dare to come here with a strange man to try on underwear, deliberately teasing me, taking it off for me to fuck you? Where's your husband?" He relentlessly fucked me with all his might. I regained my strength from his thrusts. I wrapped one arm around his waist and supported myself on the edge of the bed with the other, enjoying the baptism of passionate thrusting.
The phone rang, and he asked who it was. I replied that it was my husband.
He gestured for me to answer the call.
On the other end of the phone, he could hear his husband's heavy breathing and trembling voice: "Wife, how are you?" "Husband, I can't take it anymore... He's fucked me... Husband..." He took the phone from behind and turned on the speakerphone so he could hear everything his husband said.
"Wife, did he penetrate you? How do you feel?" I was unable to answer, and could only groan instead.
"Ah...husband...oh...so good...husband...save me...I'm going to be...fucked to death...his cock is so big...bigger than yours...it feels so good to rub my pussy...he's so good at fucking..." The husband sounded extremely excited on the other end, his breathing was as heavy as ours.
The boss couldn't hold back any longer: "You slut... your hole is so tight! Your breasts are so amazing! I'm so comfortable!" Hearing his praise, the husband excitedly asked, "Brother, how's my wife? Are you enjoying it?" "Oh... this slut, so amazing, such a beautiful bitch, coming here for me to fuck... Brother, is she really your wife?" "She's my wife! My wife is so slutty, isn't she! Are you satisfied with her body?" "So beautiful! Beautiful breasts, beautiful ass, and her cunt is even more beautiful!" He flipped me over like dough, hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, and began a new round of rape.
His glans was so big; every time he thrust in and out, it touched the sensitive parts of my vagina. I quickly convulsed, my mind went blank, and my eyes seemed to see nothing else but this man pinning me down. His eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and every thrust of his penis inside my vagina was so clear. All I could hear was his panting, my husband's panting on the phone, and the sounds of our bodies colliding.
The bed swayed with our thrusting, and the small wooden bed, unable to withstand our passionate intercourse, began to creak.
Time seemed to stand still. I don't know how long I was being penetrated. Suddenly, he pulled out his penis, pressed me down on the bed, and then shoved his penis, which was covered in my white vaginal fluid, into my mouth.
His penis throbbed wildly in my mouth. He roared, and suddenly a stream of semen burst through my vas deferens, filling my mouth completely. He continued to pant and rub his penis, spraying the remaining semen into my mouth.
The powerful impact of the first mouthful of semen stimulated my throat and my senses. I started coughing, and at the same time, my vagina twitched. I was powerless as he brought me to another orgasm.
He covered my mouth and wildly ordered me to drink all his semen. As I swallowed his somewhat foul-smelling semen, my husband on the other end of the phone also roared and ejaculated.
I lay helplessly on the small bed, feeling like my whole body was falling apart, and I didn't even have the strength to push away the penis that was still on my face.
His penis was noticeably smaller after ejaculating; he had used too much force. Now he was lying on top of me.
I picked up the phone and told my husband that he had ejaculated. My husband asked me if I felt good. I answered yes.
I don't need to describe the excitement; the combination of mental and physical thrills gave me an unprecedented experience.
My husband complimented me a few times and told me to put on my clothes and go home because he had to go back to the company to work overtime and might not be home until tomorrow. He told me to go home and rest first.
We gave each other a perfunctory kiss and then hung up the phone.
After he finished listening to our phone call, he got off me and said, "I'll go find some tissues to wipe your genitals."
I looked down at my vagina, which was red and swollen from the intense penetration. My vaginal fluids had flowed down my vagina and onto his bed, wetting the area. My face turned bright red, and I wanted to find something to cover myself.
He went outside, and after a while, he came back with a wet wipe. Ignoring my objections, he took the initiative to clean my vulva.
The wet wipes feel cool and refreshing.
A little while later, I suddenly felt something was wrong. My vagina was so itchy, but it wasn't the kind of itching I felt when I fantasized about being fucked earlier. Instead, it was an intense itch that made me want to be naked and violated.
I immediately understood: "Is there something on your wet wipe?" He smiled and sat down next to me, hugging my body, kissing my face, and lewdly whispering in my ear, "You little slut, have you forgotten that besides selling underwear, I also sell sex toys? I just added some Spanish aphrodisiac to your bag, do you like it?" Your husband is working overtime and won't be back until tomorrow, right? We should be able to do it several times until tomorrow.
At this moment, while bending down to kiss his wife's nipples, he continued to play with her vulva. He skillfully used two fingers to spread her labia minora and pressed one finger on her clitoris to rub, making me tremble and moan continuously.
Before long, my vagina started flowing with a lot of vaginal fluid again. I licked his big penis, which became even thicker than before. He immediately grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders, ready to penetrate me.
The penis entered a little further.
My wife pushed against his waist, yelling, "It's so full! It's stuffing me to death..." His big cock went deeper and deeper into my wife's body, until finally it was completely inside, the whole penis inserted into her vagina.
My vagina was stretched wide open, my labia minora tightly wrapped around his penis, moving in and out with it; my mouth was also wide open, my moans were continuous, and the lustful fluids I released made the boss's penis all white and sticky.
With more vaginal fluid, the boss fucked me more and more smoothly, making my vagina slap loudly. "Ah... I'm dying... I'm dying..." I grabbed the sheets with both hands and pulled them hard to my side, straightened my legs, and even curled my toes inward. I believe I was about to have an orgasm.
During my climax, he spurred me on, thrusting and pounding wildly, making me feel like I was dying and coming back to life.
The boss was indeed a master; not only did he show no signs of ejaculation, but he also became more and more vigorous with each thrust. Under his relentless and rapid thrusting, I quickly reached my second orgasm. I was sweating profusely, panting heavily, and completely surrendered to the boss's big cock.
How about this? Isn't it amazing? Is it even better than your husband? You're so good at it! My husband has never made me feel this good. Ah... ah... no... I'm going to... I'm going to lose it. You're so good at it... you're killing me... The boss, hearing my moans, couldn't help but ejaculate inside her.
He had just stopped to rest, but I was already so exhausted from being fucked that I was weak and barely breathing. I lay sprawled on the bed, motionless, with only my swollen, red vulva, which had been opened by the fucking, occasionally contracting a few times to squeeze out a small amount of white, lustful fluid.

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