adulterous wife and slut husband

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Cuckolded Wife and Cheap Husband" - (Husband's Training) (1-8)
My wife
Published on 2009/05/12 by: Spring in the Courtyard
Foreword
I've been married to my wife for over seven years. Since having children, the frequency of our intimacy has decreased year by year. Plus, my wife is the kind of woman who pays a lot of attention to details, so the quality of our sex life has really declined since having children.
Until recently, well, while the children were sleeping, I climbed into the bed where my wife and children slept (Note: My wife and children slept together). When I had teased her until her peach garden was a sea of water, I thought the time was right, so I stopped and said in a negotiating tone in my wife's ear, "Wife, let's do it properly tonight~"
Just like that, she actually turned on me! Seriously! She told me, "I hate it when people tease me!" Wow, is my request too much? In a fit of pique, I decided to vent my pent-up frustrations after lurking for so long by writing this piece in my rudimentary writing skills (note: this piece isn't actually real).
I've been reading "Spring Full of Courtyard Houses" for so long, I don't know how the points are calculated, but for several years I've had 9 points. I never even considered going into the VIP sections; I'm already satisfied with just reading a lot of erotic stories. Although I haven't contributed much, I've been reading for years, and these days cuckoldry stories are incredibly popular and the craze shows no
signs of abating. Wife-swapping and cuckoldry stories have many similarities, so this original piece is meant to be a little different, an attempt to write something a bit different, but... sexual fantasies are just that—fantasies. Please don't take them too seriously. My personal favorite erotic writers include: Liao Liao Liao, Ya Yun, and the earlier works of Yi Dian Hong, and many others I've forgotten. By the way, I'm not qualified to compare myself to these writers, and I'm not a professional writer; I'm just a bit bored and want to write some original content. If it's not well-written, please don't be too critical, because... it's just an experiment. (I) An Old Married Couple
My wife and I have been married for seven years and have one child who is now in elementary school. When we first got married, my wife was practically a virgin. I can say with certainty that I was her first man; she didn't even have experience satisfying her own sexual desires. I still vividly remember the look of hesitation on her face when I took her to a hotel six months before our wedding.
By the way, let me introduce my wife in a cliché way. Her name is Ya-ting, and she's a typical civil servant. She's 157cm tall, with an oval face but clear contours that show she's a woman with a strong personality. She has big eyes, though her eyebrows are rather thick, giving her a somewhat serious look. She weighs 46kg, and after giving birth, her breasts went from a B cup to a C cup, making her a curvaceous, upper-middle-class beauty.
As for me, I work for a private company. Since I obtained a professional technician certification a year before we got married, I'm currently a consultant for the company. My work is quite relaxed; I'm only called in when the company needs me.
After marriage, things have gone from three times a week during our honeymoon to less than once a month now, which is really frustrating. The problem started after we had a child. My wife started refusing, citing reasons like being busy with the child and worrying about her. For the past two years, almost every time I asked for sex, I was met with a rebuff. Eventually, she would run away or say she was too tired if I touched her or made any intimate contact.
Because the frequency has dropped so much, I personally believe that there can be no true love without sex. So no matter how much she refuses or makes excuses, I keep creating opportunities, but even so, I'm lucky if we have sex once a month. Why is there such a big difference? Do all old married couples really become sexless?
(II) Turning Point
Until one day, things finally saw a glimmer of hope. It started like this: One day, I asked for sex again and was rejected. I've been rejected so many times, I really couldn't take it anymore! According to my wife's rules over the past few years, it's no good if I have to go to work the next day, because I'll be too tired; it's no good during the day, because the kids might wake up from their naps at any time; it's no good if the weather is too cold, because she's afraid of the cold; it's no good if I do too much housework during the day, because she won't be in the mood... When all the conditions are met, I think it's okay if it's evening, but then I see her running off to mop the floor, she just won't give me a chance!
Finally, I couldn't hold back this time, and I yelled at Ting, "Do you remember how long ago it was when we last made love? Let me tell you, I'm going to go to a prostitute right now. You can't just sit there and not do anything, can you? I'm going to go out and buy a woman right now!"
Ting wasn't going to back down either: "I help you take care of the kids and do housework, and you still have the mood to do it? You're just too idle~"
This wasn't the first time she'd said this, and I couldn't possibly go out and buy a prostitute, because I knew that if I really did, my wife, who's usually a clean freak, would have even more excuses not to have sex with me in the future. At that moment, I was angry and couldn't think of anything to say back to her, so I retorted in a huff, "I'd rather marry a flirtatious, promiscuous woman than a woman like you!" What came to mind then was the cuckoldry-themed erotic fiction that had become popular in recent years.
In fact, human society has instilled too many dogmas and norms, and the result of being exposed to them from a young age is a tendency to act without critical thinking about right and wrong. Monogamy is a prime example. Everyone knows what male sexual desire is; how many men can resist a beautiful woman stripping naked and wanting to sleep with them? But since ancient times, social customs have taught women to be devoted to their husbands and children, and to remain faithful to one man until death. The cuckoldry-themed fiction seems to be a rebellious trend against this unwritten code of conduct.
Hearing me say this, Ting, not to be outdone, replied, "If I get the chance, I'll find a handsome guy, and you won't regret it!"
Hearing her say that, I actually felt a little hopeful. To be honest, I'm afraid she'll really become indifferent if things continue like this. Plus, after reading so many erotic novels, my mind is already quite open-minded. So as long as she still loves me, I'm actually quite magnanimous (at least that's what I think for now; if I actually meet her, the feeling might not be the same as what I'm thinking now).
So I replied to her, "Go ahead, I hope someone wants this ugly freak!" (Note: I said this to deliberately provoke her. Ting's appearance and figure are at least above average. If you call her ugly, then there aren't many beautiful women in the world.)
When I said this, Ting was stunned for a moment, then her face suddenly turned very ugly. Then she picked up her bag, put on a coat, grabbed her car keys, and went out. She didn't get home until very late that day, and I didn't want to ask her because I knew she wouldn't give me a good look.
(III) Erotic Outburst
Ever since I argued with my wife that day, I've felt increasingly depressed. It's been almost a month since we last had sex, but I always avoid her when I see her. I'm really full of sexual desire with nowhere to vent. Since the child was sent to grandma's house today, it was just my wife and me at home. She was downstairs watching TV, and I ignored her, lying alone in the bedroom, thinking about how docile and sexy Ya-ting was before we got married.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the sexy panties hanging on the hanger. They were semi-transparent, revealing the important parts. Although I never questioned why some of her panties looked so tacky while others were so sexy, I couldn't help but start thinking. Did Ya-ting wear such sexy panties to work? Could it be that she…? But I immediately dismissed the idea, because besides work, Ya-ting was with the child; she shouldn't have had time for cheating.
It had been so long since we'd done it, and looking at Ya-ting's sexy panties only fueled my lust. Then I remembered some erotic stories I'd read before, about men using women's sexy lingerie for self-gratification. Since my wife wouldn't have sex with me, at least I could use her lingerie for some "fun," right?
So I went over and took the most transparent pair of panties from her sexy lingerie, held them to my nose and smelled them—mmm, they smelled nice. I imagined myself kissing her vulva, just like I used to do with Ting when we were making love. Every time, I would lick her vulva until she begged me to lick it deeper, and only after I couldn't help myself would I get down to it.
Unfortunately, Ting had changed too much now, so I could only imagine it. Before I knew it, I was licking the very tip of her panties with my tongue. I felt like I couldn't take it anymore; I wanted even greater sexual stimulation. Even without Ting, I could at least use her panties.
Then I thought about how it was done in the erotic stories I'd read. Then I remembered one story, a rather unusual one, about a husband secretly wearing his wife's sexy clothes. At that moment, all I wanted was to get revenge on my wife's cruelty and to seek a perverse thrill. So I took off my clothes and tried to put on my wife
's sexy panties... They were smaller than I imagined, but very elastic, so although a little tight, I managed to put them on. At that moment, all I wanted was to get revenge on my wife's coldness and for a distorted, perverse pleasure. I touched my erect penis through the panties; the stimulation felt like revenge on my wife. My hand touched my penis, and my right hand pulled it out of the tight panties, grasping the glans and stroking it up and down... A perverse pleasure made me almost ejaculate.
Suddenly, the door opened, and my wife, who had been watching TV downstairs, was now standing in the doorway. Just then, my wife came in, her face showing no displeasure. She smiled at me and asked, "Does this feel good? Do you want me to help you?"
Ting walked in, suddenly squatted down, and took my penis into her mouth, quite deeply, down her throat. Then she sucked and spit it out several times...
I was already close to climaxing on my own, and with Ting's sudden stimulation, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated after only a few strokes. Ting hadn't expected me to come so quickly, and because she had it so deep, she couldn't spit it out in time and swallowed all my semen.
This made me a little embarrassed, because in all our years of marriage, I had never asked her to swallow my semen, yet today she swallowed it without a second thought. And Ting clearly wasn't ready to stop. She leaned her upper body against my chest, her cherry-like lips, still carrying the scent of my semen, whispering in my ear, "Ling, you look so beautiful dressed like this. I want you to wear this and fuck me." (Note: My name contains the character Ling, so I'll use "Ling" here as my wife's way of addressing me.)
I was truly flattered. My God! Was this the wife who had seemed almost frigid not long ago? Ting leaned down again, taking my penis into her mouth once more. Unable to resist her passion, my penis quickly became erect again.
I raised my long-dormant penis and quickly stripped Ting naked. Her pubic hair was already overflowing. I thrust in... Ting hugged me tightly with both arms: "Ling... harder, I want more..."
"Ahhh..." Ting craved my penis tonight, just like on our wedding night, until she climaxed three times before it finally ended.
Ting's unusual enthusiasm today flattered me, but regardless, I finally got to taste my wife's sexy and passionate body again. I really wish she could be like this every day.
Afterwards, I kept thinking about what made Ting so aroused.
(IV) My Wife's Sexual Orientation
Speaking of which, I kept thinking about what happened that day, and the conclusion I came to was: my seemingly serious wife might be sexually aroused if she saw me wearing her underwear. To prove it, the next night after the children fell asleep, I secretly went to her wardrobe and took another pair of her sexy underwear. This time, it was a bright red one with transparent sides.
I took off my pants, slowly put on her panties, then put on a bathrobe and climbed into bed next to her. Based on my experience from the past few months, if I climbed into bed and touched her at this time, she would definitely give me a hard time. So I slowly moved closer and hugged her from behind... Sure enough
, Ting looked displeased when I woke her up. Before she could lash out, I quickly pulled her right hand down to my crotch. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly a strange smile appeared on her face: "Ling, why are you wearing my underwear again~" As she spoke, she patted her son beside her to make sure he was asleep, then got up and beckoned to me. I followed her quietly to the next room. (Note: If the son is woken up, there's nothing to do.)
The next room was a guest room, but it was usually empty. As soon as Ting led me to the next room, she threw herself at me and said coquettishly: "Ling, you're dressed like this again. Let me take a closer look."
After saying that, she turned on the light and stared at my penis, which was already bulging out of her panties, as if she were looking at something interesting. Then Ting suddenly hugged me and kissed me passionately... Oh my god! Just as I expected, my wife gets excited when she sees me wearing her underwear!
After a passionate kiss, Yating told me to sit in front of the vanity, then winked at me playfully and said, "Honey, I'll help you with your makeup, you'll look even better." I was already in a bind, so I did as she said.
Yating quickly grabbed her whole bunch of beauty tools: eyebrow trimmer, leg shaving cream, powder… a whole bunch. With each item she took out, her face grew even more flushed with desire. Finally, she even pulled out a wig. She applied
powder to my face, trimmed my eyebrows, and then grabbed one of her sexy nightgowns for me to wear. After I finished my makeup as she instructed, she looked at me, constantly caressing my breasts, then suddenly lowered her head and took my already erect penis into her mouth, sucking and swallowing it repeatedly, almost reaching the base each time.
This piston-like motion lasted for five minutes. I couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly pressed Ting's head down. Then my glans tightened, and I ejaculated. However, since I had ejaculated many times yesterday, today's amount was relatively small. I saw Ting greedily licking the semen residue from her lips... I couldn't believe that Ting was still as passionate as yesterday. I couldn't help but
feel a surge of pride. I had finally found a way to arouse my serious wife's sexual desire! But Ting obviously didn't want to end it. She gently hugged me. Because she had dressed me up like a woman, I felt a little strange, but Ting obviously appreciated my appearance. She breathed into my ear with her cherry-like lips: "Ling, come over here and look in the mirror."
I was half-pulled by Ting to the large mirror in the guest room. I was stunned for a moment. Although I didn't look particularly beautiful in the mirror, my wife's makeup skills were superb. She applied powder to my face, making it impossible to see the roughness of my skin. With the shaping of my eyebrows and the wig, plus my naturally elegant oval face, I really did look like a tall beauty from a distance.
Looking at me in the mirror, my wife became even more aroused. She pulled down her panties from under her robe, revealing her proud C-cup breasts and the thick, dark bush below. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, then suddenly pressed down on me.
I instinctively knew she wanted me to squat down, so I lowered myself to her lower body, gradually pressing my head towards her private area. I felt the extreme stimulation. I obediently extended my tongue and probed into her most sensitive spot. Ting let out a soft moan as my tongue entered, then "Ah... Ling... faster... deeper..."
I teased her, "Ting, how can I kiss your little sister if you don't open your mouth wider?"
Ting pressed my head down even harder, "Ah... Ling, I want you to kiss my little sister..." Then she spread her legs even wider... Under my vigorous tongue penetration, Ting's first orgasm of the day came from my oral service.
Tonight, Ting's passion was even more unstoppable than last night. After her climax, Ting was clearly not satisfied. This is the first time since we got married that I have believed the argument in medical reports that "women can have more than one orgasm".
Ting pushed me onto the bed almost roughly, gently sucking on my nipple with the tip of her tongue, her hands roaming over my sensitive areas. It was a bit like a thirsty man assaulting a beautiful woman, but since Ting had overcome her frigidity, this proactive approach was like unimaginable paradise to me.
Ting continued to thirstily slip her hands inside my (or rather, her) sexy clothes, using her mouth to give me the deepest pleasure until I came… until I couldn’t come any more.
Afterwards, I kissed Yating contentedly, and she nestled against me tenderly. But I was still bothered by her change in the past two days. Taking advantage of her good mood, I asked her, "Ting, why do you look so different when I dress like this?"
Ting seemed to realize she'd been too passionate and had anticipated my question. She playfully flicked my forehead with her finger and gave me a coquettish glare. "What, don't you men all love a woman's wantonness? Isn't this just what you want?"
I knew I wouldn't press her for an answer if she didn't want to, but I really wanted to get to the bottom of it, so I hesitantly replied, "That's right! As long as you stay this... well, I mean sexy, I'm willing to sacrifice anything. But I really want to know, don't you think you've changed too much?"
Perhaps due to the afterglow of her orgasm, Ting seemed particularly considerate. She playfully said, "Then you have to promise that I'll arrange things in this way from now on. If you can guarantee that I'll only be more wanton than tonight..." "More sexy, more like the wanton woman you desire."
I immediately jumped out of bed, raised my hand high, and said earnestly, "I, Fang Ziling, swear that from now on, my wife will arrange everything in our sex life, and I will never break my vow. If I do, may I be struck by lightning!" My wife was startled by my immediate serious reaction (Note: Fang Ziling is the name of the protagonist in this story). Actually, I had been genuinely frightened by her "frigidity" these past few months, so how could I not seize this opportunity to prevent her from having a chance to back out?
Ting was only surprised for a moment, and then I could tell that she was genuinely amused by what I had done. Then Ting immediately covered my mouth with her soft little hand and said coquettishly, "You, what do you mean by being struck by lightning? Does that mean I'll be living a life of widowhood? You're not allowed to make any more oaths like that!" But I could tell she was very happy.
However, I was still a little worried, so I cautiously asked, "Ting, but you have to promise that you love me the most."
Ting snuggled into my arms shyly and said, "If I don't love you, who else would I love? Don't worry, you are the most beloved and important man in my heart."
Ting later told me why she was so moved when she saw me wearing her clothes, especially when I dressed like a woman.
It turned out that Ting had a crush on a senior in high school. The senior was gentle and affectionate, and also good at her studies. According to Ting, once when she went to the senior's house to discuss her studies, because Ting was the more proactive type, she and the senior made love to each other. However, since neither of them were virgins, it ended without anything going on. But afterwards, Ting couldn't sleep all night, and that feeling was deeply etched in Ting's memory.
One of the reasons Ting chose me among so many suitors was because I looked very refined, and my face shape and features were somewhat similar to that senior's. Although it had been a long time, yesterday when she saw me wearing her underwear, Ting quickly reminded me of her senior from high school.
Of course, I was a little worried that Ting might not love me anymore, or even love her former senior more, so I asked her, "Ting, do you still love that senior now?"
Ting didn't hesitate: "What I feel for you is love, but the feeling I had for that senior back then was a kind of carnal stimulation. Besides, she was a woman, and I'm not a lesbian. It was just a pure, fantastical feeling of love between a junior and senior in high school."
And tonight, we decided on the basic principles for our future sex life:
1. Before having sex with Ting, I must dress as a woman.
2. I must follow Ting's instructions and do the whitening and skincare routine she teaches me every day.
3. She must take the lead in matters of sex, and I must absolutely obey her instructions. If I don't, Ting can refuse to have sex with me.
Then, a few days later, Ting gave me a bottle of face cream and a lot of facial care products. It was obvious that they were high-end products that Ting had just bought. There were products to remove blackheads and products to make the skin soft and white. Ting patiently taught me how to use them and even personally gave me facials in the following days.
I couldn't help but ask her, "Wife, will you love me more if I give you a facial?" My wife smiled and kissed me, "Love, I want you to give me a facial and do that with me every day." Then she blushed and ran away.
At this moment, I was really satisfied. I really wanted my wife's passion to continue these past few days. As long as my wife could maintain this sexiness, it was no big deal for me to wear my wife's clothes or give her a facial.
(V) My Wife's Training (1)
After my wife regained her sexual interest, she asked me to do skin care every day and checked my progress every day, including whether I had shaved my leg hair, whether I had cleaned my skin on time, etc. Then, after she finished checking at night, she would passionately demand my penis.
But gradually... I noticed that my wife was increasingly enjoying taking the lead in sex, and our sex life was gradually becoming more and more dominated by her, moving closer and closer to BDSM. My wife clearly has the makings of a Dominant, and the level of humiliation she inflicts on me during sex is constantly escalating. It seems that Ting can only achieve greater sexual satisfaction by constantly humiliating me. A month later, our sex life has changed significantly.
Today, before going to work, Ya-ting still reminded me to take care of my skin on time. Since my job requires me to spend most of my time at home and not go to the office, I've recently gotten used to this lifestyle: Ya-ting goes to work while I do my homework at home as she instructs me, and then I look forward to our intense sex life when she comes home.
However, starting last week, before leaving home, Ting not only checks and instructs me on my whitening skincare routine, but also gives me a bottle of pills to take every day. I was initially reluctant to take over-the-counter medications, but Ting repeatedly emphasized that they contained high-grade placental extract, which would make whitening more effective and good for my health. Plus, Ting always commanded me like a queen at night, so for both personal and professional reasons, I had no choice but to obey her instructions and take the medication.
Today, Ting got home from work close to six. This month, we've been playing dress-up and queen games almost every day after Ting gets off work, and today was no exception.
When Ting got home, she saw me wearing her sexy underwear and a very realistic female wig. My eyebrows had been shaped by Ting into long, elegant lines. As soon as Ting closed the door, she eagerly reached down to touch my crotch, and my penis, uncharacteristically, was only semi-erect. Lately, perhaps because we've been having sex every day, my penis is always only semi-erect, but Ting says she prefers it this way.
Then Ting started licking my penis, swallowing and spitting out my testicles, licking all the way down to my anus... Lately, Ting has been fond of licking my anus, something I never dared to imagine before. Then Ting stopped and said in a commanding tone, "Ling, come and lick Tingting's little mouth!" I obediently moved my mouth over and licked Tingting's peach garden hole, my tongue automatically slipping between the two labia, all the way inside.
But today was different; Ting's addiction seemed even stronger. She suddenly ordered me, "Ling, go and get the teacup from that coffee table over there!" I didn't know what Ting was going to do, so I went and picked up a cup that could hold about 500cc of tea.
I saw Ting with one leg straddling a small chair, legs wide open, her eyes filled with lust. I knew from her gaze that she was seeking even greater stimulation and experimentation. Sure enough, after Ting took the cup I gave her, I heard a soft "splashing" sound. Ting had urinated in front of me, catching most of the urine perfectly in the cup.
As she finished, I heard Ting command me in a coquettish voice, "Ling, come and catch it, don't let it drip onto the ground." I hurriedly brought my mouth to hers, catching the remaining urine, and then licked her genitals clean.
Ting's constant innovation and sadistic acts were addictive, giving me immense stimulation and pleasure each time.
When I finished cleaning Ting's urethra, Ting looked at me with a smile, holding the cup of steaming urine in her hand. She approached and hugged me with her left arm. Suddenly, Ting brought her mouth to the rim of the cup and took a small sip, her eyes full of lust. Then she brought her red lips to my lips, and without hesitation, I brought my mouth to hers, sucking her golden fluid as if drinking the finest wine.
Then Ting handed me the whole cup and commanded me, "Drink it all!" Hearing Ting's commanding tone, I felt as if I had been electrocuted. My semi-erect penis twitched twice and I ejaculated. Then I picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
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I like all types of erotic stories, except for those about showing off sex. Although there are some scenes in the story where the male protagonist cross-dresses, most of them are based on similar content in Japanese H-manga. Other wife-led sex scenes are based on the ideals of "Liao Liao Liao" and "Yidian Hong". I hope to write an alternative story where a cowardly male protagonist is dominated and even trained by his wife... That's all.
I'm just dabbling in this. Please don't scold me if I write something bad or illogical.
(VI) The wife's training (2)
This morning, before Ya Ting went out, she gave me another list. It listed the homework I had to do today. The first part was similar to the previous few weeks, which was all about how to do beauty and dressing.
To be honest, after Ting's guidance lately, coupled with my daily anticipation of our sexual encounters and my fear that Ting would revert to her previous frigidity, I've been very diligent. I've even searched online for information on cosmetics and beauty products. With Ting's daily checks, my skin is now much better than before, especially my face. My pores have shrunk, and my skin is smoother and softer.
The second part is something new that was added today. Ting has started making me diet. I can only eat a fixed amount of fruits, vegetables, and low-fat foods for my three meals a day. Ting even added a special line at the end:
"Ling, you can only drink 500cc of water today. If you dare to drink more than that, see if I'll talk to you again! From your loving wife."
So, with a feeling of unease, I haven't dared to drink too much water since early morning and have been following Ting's diet for my three meals. It seems that Ting wants me to lose weight. Speaking of which, I have to describe my appearance a little: I'm 165cm tall and weigh 57kg, a standard build, the kind of fair-skinned and refined type. I'm just not very tall, but because my face is quite delicate for a guy, I'm considered quite good-looking despite my height. As mentioned earlier, it's because I'm so delicate-looking that my wife compared me to her high school senior.
Although I'm a bit thin, I'm still relatively robust compared to girls, so yesterday my wife said that my face looks like a girl when I'm made up, but my waist is too thick. It seems Ting really wants to make me look exactly like her senior.
When it was almost time for Ting to get off work, I heard her drive into the garage, and my heart started pounding.
As soon as Ting came in, we kissed passionately. This feeling was even stronger than when we were newlyweds; I truly felt like I was in heaven! I'm certain that the nightmare of my wife's frigidity is over for the past few years. I've also fully grasped the key element of Ting's arousal: I must obey, obey my wife to the fullest extent possible, including imitating her senior and becoming her sex slave, allowing Ting to enjoy the greatest dominance in sex.
I'm willing to do all of this. I think perhaps only readers who have also experienced my wife's frigidity can truly understand this feeling!
As soon as Ting entered the room, her serious office worker face instantly transformed into a seductive, languid woman. Ting hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Sister Ling, I've been thinking about you all day at work." (Note: I forgot to mention, my wife stipulates that if you're going to learn something, you have to learn the whole thing. She has to call me "Sister Ling" when she wants to do it, because her senior's name contains the character "Ling," which sounds like my name, Ling.)
Then, Ting blushed and whispered even softer in my ear, "I haven't been to the bathroom all day~ Sister Ling, you must be very thirsty, right?"
My heart was pounding. So this was the moment Ting had forbidden me from drinking water all morning! The humiliation and excitement made me kneel down almost without thinking and use the most submissive posture to take off Ting's work skirt. Then I pulled her panties down to her knees and, kneeling like that, greedily licked Ting's lips with the tip of my tongue.
Ting leaned against the door, and just as I pressed my mouth against my wife's other small mouth and began to suckle, I heard a groan from deep within her throat: "Mmm... Sister Ling, I'm peeing... Ahhh..." Then a powerful stream of urine gushed from my wife's urethra, which I desperately caught in my mouth and swallowed greedily...
My wife's urination lasted for almost thirty seconds before it ended, and although I caught about 80% of it, quite a bit still dripped down my chin and onto the ground.
Right after Ting finished urinating, she suddenly looked at me with the most lewd expression and abruptly raised her right leg. Ting wore slightly high heels to work. At this moment, Ting stepped on my head with her heel, and I felt her right foot begin to exert pressure on me. I heard Ting give her first official command after getting home from work that day: "Sister Ling, lick the urine off the floor!" I obediently let Ting's high heel press my head to the floor, licking every last drop of urine off the floor.
After licking, Ting lay on the sofa, one leg on the floor, the other against the back of the chair, her legs spread wide, completely revealing her thick pubic hair and private slit. I immediately went over and knelt between Ting's legs. I knew she wanted me to service her with my tongue.
I lovingly licked the already overflowing entrance of her vagina with the tip of my tongue. I saw Ting's opening opening and closing, the two labia already swollen into two large patches, and the small clitoris at the top protruding and erect. I knew Ting had entered her most aroused state.
In this situation, I would sometimes lightly lick the tip of the clitoris, sometimes deeply insert my tongue into the hole, and sometimes sweep it across the entrance. Then, with my oral service and Ting's moans and groans, Ting reached her climax.
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(VII) My wife's training (3)
As my love for my wife intensified, our relationship also improved. We thought about each other almost all the time, and I believe that since Ting became aware of sex, she must have been thinking about how to achieve greater sexual satisfaction every day.
Lately, I've been getting erections less and less, but my skin is getting better and better, more and more like a woman's skin. And because I've been controlling my food intake, my weight has dropped to around 53 kilograms, and I've even developed a waistline, which isn't a problem. But I've noticed that I'm starting to develop female breasts.
This phenomenon is generally seen in modern children who love to eat foods like fried chicken that have been injected with growth hormones. However, I noticed that my breasts were gradually developing. Although they weren't very big, they felt a bit like the breasts of a primary school girl who had just started developing. I suspected that the pill was the culprit, so tonight I tentatively asked Ting, "Ting, where did you buy that pill? Will it have any side effects? Lately, I feel like my breasts are getting bigger."
When Ting heard me ask this, she understood what I meant and her face immediately turned unhappy. "Ling-jie, your breasts are too small. Wouldn't it be better if I helped you make them bigger?"
Hearing Ting say this, I realized that it really was because of the pill, and that Ting had done it on purpose. This was hard for me to accept. "Ting... why did you make me take this? I'm a man! What would a man's breasts look like if they got bigger?"
Ting didn't answer immediately when I said this. Instead, she suddenly leaned in and licked my nipple with her tongue. (Note: At this time, I was already dressed up, wearing Ting's sexy underwear and pajamas.) Stimulated by her fragrant tongue, I began to moan and groan like a girl.
When she slipped her hand inside my panties, she suddenly thrust her index finger into my anus, inserting a section of it. Whenever Ting used this trick, I didn't know the principle behind it, but I would always fantasize about being Ting's senior, that is, the Ling-jie I subconsciously imitated would suddenly take over my self-image.
At this time, Ting would always guide me: "Ling-jie, you're so lewd! Do you want a big dick to fuck you?" And every time, I would be unable to bear the huge stimulation of self-humiliation and would have extremely self-destructive thoughts, panting with almost womanly moans: "Ting, Ling-jie wants a man, wants a big dick, I want..."
But today, after I asked that, Ting seemed unhappy. She suddenly removed her finger from my panties and said in a commanding tone: "Ling-jie, I'll take you outside for a stroll today!"
Hearing Ting say this, I was startled. Did Ting want me to go out dressed like this? So I stammered cautiously, "Ting, you're not going to make me dress like this..."
Ting glared at me, revealing a strange smile, "Of course not, my dear Ling-jie, if you dress like this, I guarantee you'll be raped before you even get out of this shop!" She then laughed smugly, "Don't you know that thanks to my efforts this month, you're now a real beauty?"
With that, Ting dragged me to her wardrobe and started choosing a slightly puffy pale yellow dress, plus a light jacket... After Ting's quick dressing, I was transformed into an elegant beauty in a dress and short skirt.
Looking in the mirror, I couldn't help but admire the effort Ting had put into me this month. Plus, because of the pills, my normally flat chest was now being artificially sculpted into a cleavage by Ting using a bra she'd somehow bought. I was confident that even acquaintances wouldn't recognize me in this outfit.
Then Ting put on a coat and tossed me the car keys: "Ling, let's go to McDonald's." I was startled by her suggestion and stammered, "Ting, McDonald's is so crowded, I really don't dare..."
Ting smiled and kissed my lips, which I had just applied lipstick to, and said with a laugh, "You're worried too? Don't you men love seeing us girls without underwear in crowded places?"
Hearing her say that, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. To be honest, I had thought about that scenario before, but I had never actually done it. My wife seemed to understand men's psychology; it seemed my wife also secretly read erotic articles...
While my mind was wandering, I had already gotten into the car with my wife. Fortunately, it was nighttime, and McDonald's had a drive-thru, so with a heavy heart, I dressed in women's clothing and followed my wife to the McDonald's drive-thru.
When I arrived at window number one, the waiter was a part-time worker who looked like a college student. He obviously couldn't tell that I was dressed up and asked in a formulaic way, "Miss, what order would you like?" Just as I hesitated, my wife grabbed the order from the passenger seat: "I want six egg roll ice creams, and I'll put them in a bag." So I quickly took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the part-time worker.
Before leaving, the part-time worker gave me another look. I don't know if it was because my wife's makeup skills made me look pretty, or if he noticed something was wrong. So we got home without any surprises.
(To be continued)
(VIII) My Wife's Training (4) Egg Roll Ice Cream Chapter
When I got home, I saw that Ting's cheeks were flushed. Judging from her expression, I knew that Ting found the adventure tonight very exciting, and that this had aroused her desire. Ting asked me to put the six egg roll ice creams in the refrigerator first, and then she went to the bathroom by herself. I don't know what she was doing.
Not long after, I heard Ting's voice coming from the bathroom: "Ziling, come in and help me."
Curious, I noticed Ting's aroused expression earlier; logically, she should have been "abusing" me as soon as we got home. Instead, she was asking for my help in the bathroom. So I went in as she instructed and found Ting had already taken off her skirt and stockings. There was a basin on the floor with some things on it. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was an enema kit and medicine.
I was stunned for a moment: "Ting, are you constipated?"
Ting, embarrassed by my blunt question, tapped me on the back with her little fist and said, "What kind of question is that? You're the one who's constipated!" Then she pulled me: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and help me!"
Only then did I understand; Ting wanted me to help her with an enema. This was truly a novel experience. I'd only ever seen similar scenes in Japanese adult films before; I never expected Ting to ask me to help her today. Just thinking about Ting's panting and gasping expression when she arrived made my penis drool and become semi-erect (Note: because of the medicine Ting gave me, it's been semi-erect lately).
I swallowed hard. Ting held onto the small chair in the bathroom, her buttocks facing me. So, I imitated the method I'd seen in porn, aiming a ball of enema fluid at Ting's anus and slowly squeezing it in. As I squeezed, I asked, "Ting, isn't this too fast?"
Ting glanced back at me, her face completely flushed. It was clear she was really excited. She said softly and a little shyly, "No, you can continue. Stop when I tell you to."
Before the second ball was even finished, Ting's expression suddenly changed: "Ahhh, Ling, that's enough, get out!"
I didn't understand, but obediently followed my wife's instructions and left. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard a soft, gurgling sound of diarrhea, and Ting's intoxicating moans, followed by the sound of Ting flushing the toilet.
When Ting opened the door, I couldn't help but hug her and kiss her affectionately. Ting gave me a charming look: "Ling, don't you think it smells bad?"
I quickly shook my head and said, "As long as it's yours, I won't think it smells bad. You smell the best from head to toe."
Ting was very happy to hear me say that and kept asking me, "Really?" At this moment, Ting showed a mischievous expression: "Then I want you to swear again, or I won't let you come out today."
I didn't know that my wife was suddenly so serious, but I had no choice but to immediately swear very solemnly: "I, Fang Ziling, swear that anything on Ting, no matter what it is, smells the best and will never smell bad. If I dare to complain that my wife's things smell bad, I am willing to accept the most severe punishment from my wife."
My wife was clearly pleased with my vow: "Ziling, you said it yourself! If you dare to complain about anything on me smelling bad, I'll never sleep with you again!"
Just thinking about my wife's previous coldness made me immediately and hastily promise; how could I dare disobey her?
Then Ting wrapped her arms around my neck affectionately, her cherry lips pressing deeply against mine. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's bases as thoroughly as possible. I could feel how much Ting wanted and loved me.
Ting guided me to sit on the edge of the bed, and she lay down on it like a begonia in autumn. I knew the main event of the night was about to begin. I followed Ting onto the bed, and as usual, the first thing I did was to bring my head to Ting's alluring triangle, searching for the fleshy crevice among the delicate pubic hair.
Ting was clearly more aroused tonight. Her shapely legs clamped my head between them, bringing my head as close as possible to her alluring vulva. In this situation, I could only desperately lick and suck her vulva and the small, protruding clitoris with my tongue at an extremely high speed.
As Ting's moans grew louder, she suddenly told me to stop: "Ling, you... ah... no, pause for a moment. I need you to go to the refrigerator and get the ice cream."
I was stunned for a moment. Why would Ting want ice cream at this time? Although McDonald's egg roll ice cream is quite delicious, how could I leave it half-finished...
But I dared not disobey Ting's wishes, so I ran to get the ice cream at top speed. When I brought it back, I saw that Ting had somehow gotten a basin and a very large syringe. Actually, calling it a syringe was more like calling it a giant water gun. Upon seeing this, I couldn't help but ask Ting, dumbfounded, "Wife, what is this...?"
My wife, however, became even more excited, her face flushed. She gasped, "Ling, quickly put that ice cream into that syringe..."
I vaguely understood what my wife wanted to do, but the overwhelming stimulation and humiliation made it impossible for me to refuse. It was as if a wicked demon was urging me to experience and enjoy this humiliation.
Following Ting's instructions, I quickly filled the syringe with ice cream and then slowly and gently brought the nozzle to Ting's anus, like an enema.
Ting's continuous low moans caused me to ejaculate as soon as I injected the ice cream into her body, soaking half of my sexy panties. After I had injected all the ice cream into Ting, I saw that she was almost consumed by lust.
Ting climbed naked onto me, slowly pressing me down. I was forced to lie on the floor by Ting. Ting said in an almost tearful tone, "Ling, do you know that I was afraid you would find me smelly, so I cleaned my belly completely? I even went to buy your favorite ice cream... All of this was for you, you can't go back on your word~"
Then Ting lay on my chest, looking at me affectionately: "Ling, I want you to say it again, everything from Ting'er smells good, including Ting'er's poop. Ling, say it once, quick!"
Looking at Ting's expression and tone, which were almost like she was about to climax, I replied almost without thinking: "As long as it's anything from Ting'er's body, even if it's Ting'er's poop, it will be the most fragrant and delicious thing in the world."
After I said that, Ting immediately sat her buttocks on my face, bringing her anus close to my face; while Ting's mouth was not idle either, constantly lightly biting and licking my semi-erect penis through my panties.
I stared intently at Ting's anus, watching it contract repeatedly as if something was about to emerge. Then Ting let out a groan: "Ah... Ling, it's coming out, catch it..."
Then, a white, semi-solid ice cream slowly gushed from Ting's anus. I knew this humiliation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, but this act, defying all social norms, ignited my most perverse desires. I couldn't wait for the white ice cream to come out; I immediately licked it away with my tongue, even trying to probe its tip into Ting's anus.
Stimulated by me, Ting expelled the white ice cream faster, some even tinged with a faint yellowish-brown, but I greedily licked it all up.
(IX. Final Chapter) Ultimate Training
In a pub, two stunningly beautiful women sat at the bar, drinking. One of them had an oval face and wore a pale yellow miniskirt that revealed her long, shapely legs. The stockings accentuated the beautiful lines of her thighs. She wore a low-cut t-shirt, and while her breasts weren't large, they were probably a B cup. The other woman sitting next to her was slightly shorter, but had a fuller bust and thicker eyebrows, giving her a distinctly sexy and individualistic look. This woman was none other than the well-known Ya Ting.
Several men swarmed around them like bees to a flower, and the two women giggled frequently. Then, the taller woman, somewhat reluctantly, got up with one of the men at Ya Ting's urging, seemingly to go to the dance floor. She kept glancing at Ya Ting, appearing somewhat unwilling, but Ya Ting gave her a casual glare, and she resignedly allowed the man to pull her off the dance floor.
The two women were dancing a slow dance, their arms around each other's waists. The man, clearly an experienced dancer, moved his right hand inappropriately from her waist down to her thigh, following the rhythm of the dance. Just as his hand was about to reach her private parts, the woman nervously grabbed his hand, preventing him from crossing the line. However, the man persisted, holding her tightly, first licking her earlobe, then slowly moving towards her bright red lips for a kiss. She naturally turned her head away, skillfully avoiding his kiss.
But as she turned her head to dodge his deep kiss, she noticed that Ya Ting, who was sitting at the bar, was also watching her, her eyes showing displeasure. She was clearly bothered by Ya Ting's gaze, and gradually gave up resisting. Following the rhythm of the slow dance and the man's guidance, she resignedly tilted her head back slightly. Seeing that she no longer avoided him, he didn't hold back, immediately pressing a deep kiss onto her lips, his tongue penetrating deep into her mouth.
At first, she seemed a little resistant, but under the other's tongue skills, she gradually began to reciprocate with her own, her arms slowly wrapping around the back of his neck, holding him tightly. Ya Ting only showed a slight, unintentional smile at this point.
By now, the reader should have guessed that the slightly taller woman is Fang Ziling, Ya Ting's husband, myself. Today was another sexual game Ya Ting was playing on me. Recently, Ya Ting had been controlling my diet to make my figure more curvaceous, and she had also been injecting me with some kind of drug she'd somehow obtained, making my breasts a full B cup, and my skin almost indistinguishable from a woman's.
During the day, she instructed me to wear women's clothing and watch some films she'd chosen for me, making me imitate the women's speech and actions in the films. I don't know where she got the drugs, but I know that if I don't do as she says, Ting will stop having sex with me and will no longer use sadomasochism to satisfy me. To get my wife's sex, I've completely become a masochist who can't live without Ya Ting.
Today was also a test from my wife to see the results of her training over the past six months. Whenever she forces me to dress as a woman, she becomes unusually sexually aroused afterward and satisfies me when we get home. My wife will stomp on me with her high heels, or make me drink her "golden water," or make me lick the ice cream or rice that comes out of her anus.
I know that if Ting continues to train me like this, one day I will really believe that I am a woman, but for my beloved wife, I can't resist. And under her repeated torture, I shamelessly achieve sexual satisfaction every time.
Today is Friday, and my wife's clothes for work have become increasingly sexy lately. Not only are her skirts getting shorter and shorter, but she also wears her carefully chosen sexy high heels, a fitted top, and a light white dress jacket. This not only enhances her temperament but also gives her a sexiness she didn't have before, especially her firm and full breasts, which are even more eye-catching under the fitted top.
Ya Ting has changed a lot in the past six months. She's no longer the icy beauty she used to be. I think it must be because of my efforts that my wife has changed.
Before leaving for work this morning, she snuggled against me in a coquettish tone. Of course, I also habitually make sure she looks her best before she leaves.
Ya Ting: "Ling-jie, I'm going to work now, don't miss me~" After saying that, my wife gave me a deep kiss. 'Oh! My wife is so loving and sexy now.' I couldn't help but think that.
But what my wife said next startled me: "Ling-jie, you've become more and more beautiful lately. Every time we go out together, so many men ask you where you live and what your name is! Honey, I'm so jealous!"
I knew immediately that this was just the beginning; she must have thought of some way to humiliate me again.
Sure enough, my wife continued, "Ling, how about I find you a boyfriend?"
I almost fainted when I heard that. I pleaded in a low voice, "Wife, I'm a man! I only love you. I haven't even touched another woman. You want me to have a boyfriend? I really can't accept that."
My wife's face immediately darkened with displeasure. "Honey, were you kidding me when you were kissing that man so happily last time?"
I stammered, "I only started because you kept staring at me..." Actually, I didn't know how to explain it. At first, I was indeed obeying my wife's orders, but later, due to the intense humiliation, I developed a strange stimulation and a self-destructive mentality, becoming someone who kept demanding from the other person, like a slut. Fortunately, Ya Ting had already forced me to wear specially made briefs, taking comprehensive precautions, otherwise, I would probably have been exposed if my private parts were attacked.
Under my wife's stern gaze and my own ambiguity, I acquiesced to my wife's suggestion.
Soon, it was Saturday. My wife was tidying up the living room early in the morning; I knew her colleague was coming over. She said she'd told him I was her sister, that I was still single, and that he was coming over for lunch.
In a state of anxious, almost masochistic, excitement, the doorbell finally rang. My wife eagerly went to open the door. Entering was a man who wasn't very refined-looking, rather burly, with a strong bureaucratic air about him; he was probably under forty. Although he had clearly tried hard to shave and dress neatly, he was obviously not the type to dress like that. While
I was wondering why my wife had chosen someone like this, she had already invited him in and seated him in the living room. Judging from her attitude, she and this colleague seemed to be quite familiar with each other.
Ya Ting: "Brother Quan, come in quickly, the dishes are all ready, please sit down." Then my wife introduced this colleague to me: "Sister Ling, this is my colleague, his name is Zhang Kequan. Don't let his appearance fool you, he's a rising star in our company, he manages all the purchasing and budgeting."
Brother Quan smiled generously at me, but I could feel his lecherous eyes constantly sizing me up. I secretly pulled my wife aside and whispered, "Honey, why does he seem a bit disreputable?"
My wife glared at me, annoyed. "Do you think this is a blind date? If you want a handsome guy, I'll find you someone like Takeshi Kaneshiro later."
I whispered back, "That's not what I meant, but why do you seem so familiar with him?"
My wife became even more impatient. "There won't be any problems with your own colleagues. I can guarantee that Brother Quan will be perfectly fine. You better behave yourself and cheat on me. If you don't become Brother Quan's woman today, I'll never let you touch an inch of my skin again!"
Since my wife had given me this ultimatum, I didn't dare to object anymore, so the three of us had lunch together.
During the meal, my wife kept toasting Brother Quan, and she drank more and more. After drinking half a bottle of liquor, she finally succumbed to the alcohol and fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. Only Brother Quan and I were left at the table, and the atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward. Quan Ge was completely unceremonious, moving his seat next to me and constantly toasting me. His motives were quite obvious.
During the toasts and returns, Quan Ge's left hand had somehow gotten around to my waist, and then gradually began to wander into my clothes. Although I was a little tipsy, I instinctively pushed Quan Ge's inappropriate hand away, and in a soft, feminine voice that I had practiced before, I protested in a low voice, "Quan Ge, you're drunk, don't do this..."
But the more I protested, the more Quan Ge took advantage of me, grabbing me with both hands and saying, "Xiao Ling, I've heard Xiao Ting talk about you before. You must be lonely."
I stammered weakly, "What did Ting say about me?"
Quan Ge: "She said you need a man's comfort and that I should help you, so don't pretend anymore, let us hug!" After saying that, Quan Ge pulled me to another sofa and pressed me down.
I couldn't accept it for a moment, especially since the other person was a thug-like man. But then I saw Ting on the other sofa peeking at me, and her eyes seemed to say, "If you resist again, see how I deal with you tonight!"
Subconsciously, I gave in and stopped resisting Quan Ge's advances. In a few moments, Quan Ge stripped me naked. At this point, my body, under my wife's training, was no different from a real woman's except for a small penis that hadn't been erect in a long time, especially my breasts, which were full. But strangely, Quan Ge didn't seem surprised when he saw my genitals.
Quan Ge then stripped himself naked, revealing his thick, hairy body, and pounced on me. I weakly and passively resisted for a moment, but because of the vast difference in strength and my wife's watchful eye, I soon resigned myself to my fate and stopped resisting. Quan Ge's huge penis then began to penetrate my anus.
Perhaps because my wife had been using the special anal dildo she bought for training lately, and because Quan Ge had just smeared his saliva on his glans, Quan Ge's glans gradually entered my anus. When Quan Ge's glans entered my anus, I suddenly felt like a woman, a feeling of extreme self-abandonment and self-torture. After
a low moan came from my lipstick-covered lips, Quan Ge suddenly began to thrust with all his might, and I hugged Quan Ge's back tightly with both hands, enduring everything Quan Ge did. At this moment, my heart had completely become Zi Ling, no longer the Zi Ling I used to be.
With Quan Ge's penetration and constant changes in position and style, my penis, which my wife had drugged and could not get erect, ejaculated at least three times due to this extremely perverse sexual game. Each ejaculation was small, but it still made me so tired that I fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up.
When I woke up, it was still dark, but I heard Ya Ting's panting and Quan Ge's vulgarities. I peeked open my eyes and saw a shocking scene:
my wife, Ya Ting, was sitting naked on the sofa, straddling Quan Ge. Her full, firm breasts were swaying up and down, and her vagina was constantly swallowing and releasing Quan Ge's huge penis.
Wife: "Quan Ge... hurry! Ting'er is about to come! Ah... Quan Ge, Ting'er feels so good..."
Quan Ge: "Hehe, I didn't expect you to train your husband so well, really impressive! Today I'll give you a good time!"
Wife: "Ah... Ting'er listens to Quan Ge, I made him take all the medicine you gave me, and he didn't dare say no. Ting'er even lied to me, saying he wanted to wear women's clothes before I paid attention to him, all for Quan Ge..."
Quan Ge: "From now on, you two will be my sex slaves, understand?"
Wife: "Brother Quan, Ting'er will listen to whatever you say, as long as you fuck Ting'er every day... ah..."
At this moment, I thought of some of Ya Ting's previous behaviors. Why did she suddenly become passionate? Why didn't she let me touch her before? From being indifferent to becoming sexy, and her unusual insistence on me wearing women's clothes and dressing as a woman... it all seems to be related to this wife's colleague.
At this moment, my wife finally climaxed under Quan Ge's constant thrusting. She then noticed me peeking and said in a humiliating tone, "Sister Ling, my good husband, come here and lick me and Quan Ge clean."
I was stunned... but I couldn't turn back. So, feigning a shy, girlish demeanor, I slowly walked over... (
The second part of "Adulterous Wife and Cheap Husband,"
published on August 10, 2009, on Spring Full of Courtyards
) My name is Fang Ziling, and my wife Yating was once a happy couple. However, due to the birth of our child and work pressures, my wife Yating gradually became sexually indifferent, and we began to argue more about sex. This aspect has already been described in the previous part, so I will not repeat it here.
In the previous chapter, the protagonist, Ziling, was "trained" by his wife, Yating, and his lover, Quan Ge. Coupled with Ziling's complete devotion to his wife, he was gradually replaced by another female character in his heart, Ziling. This was a more sensual story with a different flavor. This chapter, however, describes why Yating transformed from a virtuous woman who wholeheartedly loved her husband into a promiscuous woman who betrayed him and pursued sexual desire.
Postscript: As mentioned in the previous chapter, I am just an amateur reader, but sometimes when I'm sexually frustrated, I'll occasionally come here to write. I hope you won't be too critical if it's not well-written, but discussion is welcome. Recently, I've been reflecting on my reading.
I've realized that the most important thing in sensual fiction isn't the plot. Sometimes, even a simple wife-swapping or sex scene, if described vividly and realistically, can still be a classic masterpiece. Therefore, I want to write more slowly this time. **********************************************************************************
Part 2 (1) Medical Doctor
Ya Ting was a junior staff member in a government agency. Before her marriage, Zhao Daquan, a colleague from the same agency, pursued her relentlessly, but Ya Ting was dismissive of him. At the time, Ya Ting was dating me, and I asked her why she chose me. Ya Ting's answer was that she thought Zhao Daquan was very close to high-ranking officials like the bureau chief in the agency, and she considered him the kind of corrupt civil servant who only used connections to curry favor with his superiors and was also very lazy at work. Therefore, she did not consider Zhao Daquan's pursuit at all.
When Ya Ting and I got married, Zhao Daquan did not come, so I did not see him at the wedding banquet, and my wife Ya Ting did not take it to heart. However, Ya Ting's marriage stimulated Zhao Daquan's competitive spirit.
It's true that Zhao Daquan was very familiar with the higher-ups, but he didn't get into the government through connections, as Ya-ting thought. In fact, Zhao Daquan was a top student in medical school, and his degree was a doctorate—a very rare qualification in the government. The reason was that Zhao Daquan was a genius from a young age, especially showing an interest in women. Coupled with his rebellious nature, while others aspired to high office, Zhao Daquan never cared for power or money. He dreamed of becoming an obstetrician-gynecologist, determined to see all the beautiful women in the world. However, because his parents were both civil servants and had strict upbringing, he never showed any lecherous tendencies during his studies. Therefore, his teachers' comments about him from elementary school were that he was somewhat introverted, but academically excellent.
When Zhao Daquan was admitted to the private medical school at Taiwan University, his parents, both civil servants, were overjoyed, unaware that Zhao Daquan's true intentions were quite different. During his university years, he devoted himself entirely to any subject related to the human body, eventually pursuing a doctorate. His research area was considered his right-hand man by his advisor.
After obtaining his degree, however, he disregarded his parents' objections and abandoned their support to become a civil servant. When he saw my wife, Ya-ting, in the same workplace, he was captivated by her beauty and began pursuing her, but as everyone knows, he failed. This, however, rekindled his wicked and lustful nature. During the period when my wife and I began to argue about our child and our sex life, Zhao Da-quan focused all his energy on his wicked research, and finally, he succeeded.
In his research reports on all aspects of sexual activity, Zhao Da-quan discovered that some women become addicted to sex because during orgasm, the brain often releases a substance similar to morphine. In fact, other research reports on athletes have also shown similar information. When humans are driven by a certain purpose, such as procreation or experiencing great pain, the brain is stimulated to release this substance, primarily to help them forget or be unaffected by pain.
In his research, Zhao Daquan named the chemical substances secreted due to sexual intercourse "sexual phytoncides" (Note: Zhao Daquan never intended to publish his findings, nor did he deliberately memorize technical terms; therefore, he always casually gave chemical substances easy-to-remember names, and this habit of not studying by rote was one of the reasons for his outstanding achievements).
Originally, Zhao Daquan only wanted to create a drug that could turn frigid women into sexually attractive women (Note: He didn't think that if this drug were released, he would become the world's richest man; he just wanted to make enough money to play with women. Perhaps due to his parents' excessive pampering, he was quite willful in some ways).
After being rejected by Ya Ting, Zhao Daquan devoted himself to his research with almost fanatical devotion until three years later, when my marriage with Ya Ting was in crisis, Zhao Daquan's research was completed.
Part 2 (2) The Beginning of the Adulterous Wife
Zhao Daquan's major breakthrough over the past three years can be summarized as dividing female orgasms into five levels. He then developed an instrument using electric current guidance and a thorough understanding of female pleasure nerves. Once this instrument is complete, Zhao Daquan can achieve a level of orgasm instantly by simply pressing a button, surpassing the lengthy process of traditional male-female intercourse involving licking and penetration.
According to Zhao Daquan's research, female orgasms are divided into five levels:
1) Level 1: Similar to the first kiss or caress of lovers, it slightly stimulates the secretion of sex hormones, creating an atmosphere of excitement.
2) Level 2: Equivalent to stimulating the clitoris with a vibrating egg, causing mild spasms.
3) Level 3: Equivalent to simultaneously stimulating the G-spot, causing squirting.
4) Level Four: In Zhao Daquan's research, the previous three levels represent orgasms that can occur during natural intercourse. Levels four and above are considered "unnatural" orgasms. A Level Four orgasm requires simultaneous stimulation of the woman's entire body's sensual nerves with an appropriate intensity of electrical current.
5) Level Five: This level represents the culmination of Zhao Daquan's three years of research. It requires the use of a phytoncide-secreting drug he developed earlier, combined with appropriate electrical stimulation of the entire body's sensual nerves.
Speaking of which, Zhao Daquan, a medical doctor, became the head of a medical-related group in a government agency. Leveraging his knowledge of sex, he quickly infiltrated the agency's management circle and became a big shot. Whether it was a bureau chief's wife being frigid, a deputy bureau chief's mistress being unresponsive, or needing aphrodisiacs at a karaoke bar, Zhao Daquan was the go-to person.
For example, not long after joining the unit, Zhao Daquan gave the bureau chief a pill he had concocted that could stimulate female phytoncides (Zhao Daquan gave this drug a very vulgar name, "Chaste Woman's Debauchery"). This allowed the bureau chief to win over a beautiful woman in the same unit whom he had been pursuing. Afterwards, the bureau chief constantly boasted about him and introduced him to a group of friends (note: the bureau chief's friends were naturally high-ranking officials at the bureau chief level or above). Therefore, Zhao Daquan gradually became a favorite of the bureau chief.
However, don't assume that Zhao Daquan used drugs to make women lose their senses like a gangster. In fact, Zhao Daquan not only didn't use drugs, but he also utterly despised them. The reason, frankly speaking, is quite amusing: Zhao Daquan believed that using drugs to control women or make them lower their guard would not only make the experience less enjoyable, but also have long-term side effects, making women think only of drugs instead of sex. Such women are like dead flesh, something Zhao Daquan, with his obsession with sex, could not tolerate.
To get back to the main point, after Zhao Daquan completed his research, he began to gradually implement his plan. First, using his relationship with the bureau chief, he gradually and subtly pushed many tasks that shouldn't have been my wife's responsibility onto her. Of course, my wife Yating was completely unaware that this was Zhao Daquan's scheme. With deliberate arrangements, her colleagues in the relevant departments became very critical of her work, causing her to become irritable and lose all interest in sex after work. However, Yating was very stubborn and wouldn't tell me about the problems, which only made me more suspicious of her motives for not having sex. Over time, the arguments between us increased, indirectly contributing to Yating's breakdown.
Finally, one day, my wife got into an argument with a colleague at work due to work pressure (note: of course, the colleague she argued with was one of the people Zhao Daquan had instructed her to do). She broke down in tears on the spot, and that's when Zhao Daquan conveniently stepped in.
Zhao Daquan: "Yating! What's wrong? You seem really unhappy lately."
His wife wiped her eyes and said, "It's nothing, Brother Quan, don't worry about me."
Zhao Daquan adopted a kind and expert demeanor: "It seems you have stress syndrome caused by work and family pressures. How about this, come to my clinic for a bit, I..."

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