My encounter with an online gigolo

That night, when my husband straddled me as usual, I felt an unprecedented excitement. It wasn't his penis that aroused me, because his penis wasn't anything new to me. In the past, every time he fucked me and I orgasmed, it was a normal physiological reaction. Women, when there are no other men's penises to play with, their husbands' penises can provide temporary satisfaction. Tonight, my excitement came from imagining my husband on top of me as a stranger.

Afterwards, my husband hugged me and asked, "Wife, why are you so wet tonight?" I wouldn't tell him the real reason: "What, don't you like it when it's so wet? Do you even need to ask? Did you fuck me good?" In the past, my husband often asked me to say obscene words like "fuck," "cunt," and "penis" to arouse him, which I always found difficult to say. Tonight, I actually said "fuck" so easily. As soon as my husband heard me say "fuck," he became incredibly excited, his limp penis immediately hardened again, and he straddled me and fucked me hard once more.

My husband was fast asleep, snoring sweetly. I got up and went to the bathroom, squatted down, and washed away his semen with water. I'd developed a habit of washing it off after we were intimate; otherwise, I felt uncomfortable.

Looking in the bathroom mirror, I admired my beautiful, youthful body: my breasts, full and heavy like two freshly steamed buns, trembling slightly; my two round, luscious nipples like ripe cherries; my smooth, flat stomach without an ounce of fat; my plump, round buttocks like two towering peaks; the deep cleft of my buttocks like a canyon inviting contemplation; a few fine, dark pubic hairs covering my slightly raised mons pubis; and my two pink labia peeking out from between my snow-white thighs. So beautiful! No wonder my husband could never get enough of my body, never tire of exploring every crevice and valley. Such a beautiful body—am I really destined to only let my husband play with it for the rest of my life? I remember my husband often saying, "Wife, I'm so happy. Do you know how intoxicating your white flesh is? If other men saw your body, I wonder how crazy they would go!" Yes, God has favored me, giving me such a beautiful figure that countless women envy. Since God has given me such beauty, am I just supposed to use it to satisfy my husband? No, my sisters are right. A woman's body is for men to play with, for more men to penetrate our vaginas, to give them the pleasure of intoxicating passion—that is our duty as women! This world needs men to create it, and we women are meant to serve these men who create the world with our breasts, thighs, ass, and cunts!!

I can no longer waste my youth. I want to be like my sisters, open my mind, release my desires, and open my body to many men, letting them touch my breasts, suck my nipples, lick my ass, and fuck my tender cunt! While my body still arouses men's desire, I want them to ejaculate into my vagina, my anus, my mouth—every part of my body will be bathed in men's semen.

Ah Jiao registered a QQ number for me and gave me the name: "Woman's Fragrance." It's a name that will make men fantasize, and I'm very satisfied. Because I have basic computer skills, I quickly became proficient at QQ chatting. The first few times, I chatted under the watchful eyes of my girlfriends, because they wanted to guide me. Although a few male netizens initiated conversations, they were all just polite small talk. A few netizens seemed interested in deeper conversations, but with them watching, I felt uncomfortable and politely declined.

Seeing that I hadn't made any progress, Ah Jiao became anxious: "I'm telling you, I'm not asking you to chat about ideals or life. Those are just preludes to paving the way. If you keep talking like this, all the men will run away." "Then what should I talk about?" "Sex. Men chat with you for one purpose: stimulation. First, they want to get verbal stimulation from us, and the ultimate goal, of course, is to get us into bed and have sex with us. Look, the other day that man asked you how big your breasts were, why didn't you tell him?" "That would be too embarrassing," I said. "Hey, you weren't even face to face, what's embarrassing about it? He dared to ask, but you didn't dare to answer? Just treat your online friends like your husband, and say whatever you want. Don't even mention asking how big your breasts are, it doesn't matter if he asks how tight your vagina is. Be brave, that will be especially exciting." Ah Jiao looked a bit disappointed in me. "This is way more exciting than dating. When you're dating, you're too shy to talk about things directly, but online chatting is different. Don't think it's just men who want excitement; don't we women want to be excited by men too?" "So what do you and your online friends talk about?" I asked Ajiao. "It's all about our bodies, you know. Talking about breasts, ass, their penises, how men fuck women, and how women get fucked by men. Every time, I talk until I'm all wet." Encouraged by my friends, I gradually opened up. My language became bolder, but I hadn't surpassed their explicit level.

These online friends I met had one thing in common: they revealed their lustful nature after chatting for a short time. They'd say they wanted to touch my breasts or see my ass, and some even said things like, "Let's meet and fuck each other?" after only a few chats. Although the men's crudeness made me blush and my heart race, it rarely triggered a strong physical reaction in me; I rarely got wet while chatting. I'm a woman who needs to be teased slowly. Their bluntness and haste really made me uncomfortable. Perhaps my answers weren't satisfying or stimulating enough, and some netizens slowly left me.

Seeing fewer and fewer netizens, I became anxious. I knew they were disappointed in me because they hadn't received enough sexual stimulation. I hated myself for being so shy. It's just saying dirty talk, what's so hard about that? I secretly practiced saying the obscene things netizens might ask, like "I'd love to be fucked by you," "I like big, thick dicks," and so on. But when it came to actually saying it, my fingers wouldn't obey me, and I couldn't type out the words I wanted to say. I also hated these netizens: Why were you so impatient? Didn't you understand that women need to be teased slowly? A woman with an introverted personality like me, once seduced by you, wouldn't just answer your dirty questions, you might even invite me out to be fucked. I wanted to make you hard too, but you had too little patience. Everything depends on fate. Since you couldn't wait and left me, don't blame me for not being a good friend. I won't actively beg them to come back.

My sisters knew I was in an awkward situation and were very anxious. They all showed me their chat logs so I could learn some practical experience. Their chat logs were all very obscene, making my heart race.

Their logs did teach me a lot. To be honest, I really felt they were humiliating themselves. Although it's said that women are for men to play with, you can't have no dignity in front of men. Like Ah Jiao said to an online friend, "I'm willing to lick your asshole!" Lili said to an online friend, "Come here and I'll suck your dick and eat your semen!" Xiao Na went even further: "Brother, piss in my mouth, I want to drink your piss!" Now, I also want to have sex with male online friends, willing to be fucked by them over and over, but I can't be as unreserved as they are. After all, they are men I don't have a deep relationship with. I only gave sex to men because of my physical needs; I got the pleasure I wanted. But the things they described—licking a man's anus, eating his semen, even drinking his urine—that's purely about pleasing him. I think that requires a deep emotional connection to do that. I looked down on them a little. However, I was still very grateful to them; showing me such private things was proof of their sincerity. I promised them that once I had sex with someone I met online, I would tell them all the details.

Soon after, I met a new online friend whose screen name was "Cowherd." He was five years older than me, from another city, and worked as a salesman.

Unlike those impatient online friends, he was very refined, humorous, and warm. He knew how to cater to women's psychology; almost every word he said was something I wanted to hear, something I longed to hear. He never asked me a single lewd question; the most outrageous thing he said was, "Your skin must be very white and delicate." I became infatuated with him.

Cowherd's appearance made me truly experience the magic of the internet. I used to hear people say that online chatting was addictive, but I didn't believe it. Now, I believe it, and I'm hopelessly infatuated. I've never seen what the gigolo looks like, but based on our conversations, I know he's a man who can make any woman swoon. I no longer chat with any other men; my only QQ friend list is this gigolo who has me completely infatuated!!

We "met" online every day, chatting for an hour or two each time. We talked about everyday things, society, life—I can't explain why such serious topics, which wouldn't interest anyone else, were so engaging with him. We even touched on feelings; he said he liked me, but his language was very polite, like the sweet talk of first love.

I was completely captivated by this strange yet familiar man. If I didn't contact him for a day, I would feel listless and unable to concentrate on anything. I remember one time, he suddenly disappeared, not logging on as usual. I waited for him all day, but he didn't show up. Two days, three days, four days—I was almost going crazy. I didn't know what had happened to him. During those days, I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and was extremely depressed. When my husband wanted to be intimate with me at night as usual, I refused for the first time. When my husband, oblivious to the situation, put his hand inside my underwear and touched my genitals, I scolded him.

Every day, I opened QQ, waiting for him to appear; I didn't want to do any work! My friends noticed my dejection and comforted me after learning what had happened. "It's okay, maybe he has something urgent. He'll be online in a few days." "What could possibly be wrong? He always tells me in advance if he can't be online," I said, almost in tears. "Didn't you call him?" my friends asked. Their question made me feel incredibly remorseful: I didn't have his phone number. The guy I knew had asked for my number before, but I felt it wasn't appropriate and declined with "I'll give it to you later." He, too, hadn't been so kind as to give me his number. He said, "I won't force you to do anything. Give me your number when you feel it's right." I hated myself. We were friends, why was I so afraid to even give him my phone number? My friends all complained that I was being too cautious: "Wenjuan, what can we say to you? Countless people know your phone number, why are you keeping it a secret from him? You might even give him your body in the future, yet you're being stingy with your phone number."

I was filled with regret. I secretly resolved that I wouldn't wait for the gigolo to ask again; I would give him my number proactively.

On the seventh day, he finally came online. When that little penguin icon flashed, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. It turned out he had acute gastroenteritis and had been hospitalized for six days. I expressed my anxiety to him, saying that if I didn't see him again, I would really die. He was very moved. He said he missed me every day while lying in the hospital bed and knew I would be worried. So as soon as he was discharged, he came to the internet cafe next to the hospital to contact me. It turned out he hadn't gone home yet!!

I was so excited; I never expected him to care about me so much. In my excitement, I blurted out our first passionate love confession: "Brother, I love you! I want to hold you and kiss you properly!!" He responded with equal fervor: "My dear sister, I also want to kiss your little lips, I dream about kissing them! Kiss you, kiss you, kiss you!!" "Sis, give me your phone number, so this won't happen again." Before I could even speak, he said. "Okay, brother, here you go. Call me anytime you miss me." He gave me his phone number as well. "Sis, I won't call randomly. You have a family, and your work environment isn't peaceful; it would cause you trouble. I won't hang up unless absolutely necessary, but I'll text you." He was so considerate!

We officially began our online romance. We quickly started calling each other "husband" and "wife. "

Although the computer at work was usable, I wasn't satisfied with just an hour or two of chatting with Niu Lang each time, especially since my girlfriends would bother me. Niu Lang said he was very free at night, and it would be great if we could chat then.

So that I could spend my evenings with my lover, I bought a computer without hesitation. My husband was puzzled: "You have a computer at work, why did you buy one?" I told him I was studying online, and it was inconvenient at work during the day; only at night could I study undisturbed. At that time, I was self-studying accounting textbooks, and my husband believed me without question.

Since my husband and I used to have sex almost every night, and our child, though young, was in the way, we got him a separate small room. So, I installed the computer in that small room.

Every night, I would hurriedly finish dinner, tell my husband I was going to study, and then rush into the small room, eagerly turning on the computer. Often, my lover would already be waiting there.

My husband had no idea I was having an affair; he took on the responsibilities of washing dishes and taking care of the child.

My lover and I agreed to chat for a while during the day if it was convenient for us, but because of the many people in the office, our daytime chats were very bland. But at night, we would always have two to three hours of intimate conversation.

My lover was also a man; he also had sexual desires. Gradually, we became less embarrassed and began to venture into the mysterious forbidden zone of sex.

One time, my husband went on a business trip and wouldn't be back for four or five days. I shared this joyful news with Niulang via text message, and he was overjoyed: "Darling, now we can talk all night long!" That night, I put the children to sleep early, grabbed a bag of cookies and a bottle of soda, and went into our little room.

I didn't want to waste our intimate time because of dinner.

"Are you sure you can manage tonight? Aren't you going to spend time with your wife?" I asked him. Mentioning his wife made me feel a little sour. "I can manage, I can stay with you until dawn. With you here, why would I need to spend time with her?" "Brother, do you like her?" I asked. The wife of the online friend is a question every woman online is concerned about.

"In the past, I really liked her, but since I met you, I've become much more distant from her." I was satisfied with his answer and believed he was telling the truth. "Sis, let's relax tonight and have a good chat, okay?" "What? Didn't we have a good chat before?" I was confused. "That's not what I meant. I meant, can we talk about something else? Can I ask you some deeper questions?" I understood what he meant; clearly, he wanted to touch on sexual matters. I pretended not to understand: "Deep questions? What do you mean?" "Well, I... I want to ask you some private things." "I'm not very bright, don't beat around the bush, just be direct, okay? What kind of relationship do we have? Why are you still so hesitant?" He paused for a moment, clearly considering how to say it. "I'm afraid you'll get angry if I tell you." "Why would I get angry? I love you, you're like my husband, I won't get angry no matter what you say." I encouraged him. "I want to ask you about sex." He finally said it. I felt a surge of excitement. "Go ahead and ask, you have the right to. Didn't you say I'm your wife?" He was very happy.

"Sis, how big are your breasts?" "Take a guess." "I've never seen them before, so I can't guess. But I imagine they must be very full." My heart was pounding: "They're pretty big, I guess. Your hands definitely couldn't hold them all." Under the tutelage of my sisters, I had long since learned how to verbally seduce men. "I wish I could touch them.

I dream about touching your breasts." "I'm your wife, you can touch them however you want." "Right now, I'm fantasizing about your pair of full breasts, white and heavy. I'm touching them one by one, I'm going to pinch your nipples and make them hard." We naturally entered into the foreplay of online sex.

"Honey, my nipples are already hard." I gradually relaxed. He's my husband, and I have a responsibility to give him the greatest satisfaction. "Wife, shall we play a sex game?" "Okay, I'll do anything you like." "Wife, we're hundreds of miles apart, and I can't be there to touch your big breasts. How about this? Lend me your hands, pretend they're mine, and you can touch them for me, okay?" I'd seen his suggestion in a Category III film before. I felt very curious and excited: "Okay, I'll do as you say. Just touch your breasts?" "No, how can I just touch your breasts? I also want to touch your thighs, your butt, and your mysterious little cunt! Sis, can you accept me saying 'little cunt'?" He was no longer the gentle and refined gigolo; the lustful nature of men was gradually revealed. "Yes, I can accept it. You can call me whatever you want." "Okay, now you'll follow my instructions. Sis, can you take off your outer clothes first? Just leave your bra on." I took off my outer clothes, leaving only my lace bra. "Brother, I've taken it off." My hands were trembling a little as I typed, I was so excited. "Your bra is definitely black lace, see-through, I can see your nipples, right?" He guessed right. "Okay, you don't need to type anymore, just do as I say." "Sis, put your right hand on your left breast and gently massage it, massage and massage. Then put it on your right breast and gently massage, massage and massage." I closed my eyes and gently massaged my full breasts as he instructed. "Use both hands to lift up your bra at the same time... What white and tender breasts... So beautiful, so beautiful, they are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen in my life. Come on, hold them in one hand and start from the nipples, slowly massage around them... So smooth, so soft. Your nipples are hard, red and round, look, white milk is flowing from your nipples..." I was breastfeeding, and there really was a little milk flowing out.

"Wow, amazing! How can he see so clearly?" Come on, slowly move your right hand up to your stomach, slowly. Slowly. Your little hand slides to your round belly button, and you use your index finger to rotate, rotate, inside the deep belly button... then move it down. Can you feel that little mound of flesh? You feel the sparse pubic hair on that mound... such beautiful pubic hair, soft and shiny. Keep moving down, inside your tight little panties, gently caressing those warm labia... A faint fragrance wafts from your panties, I'm intoxicated, ah, my cock is hard, my big cock is hard, it's about to tear my panties...

I feel my breath quicken. I've never played like this before. Every sensitive nerve in my body is aroused by this man in the distance. I'm incredibly hot, I feel thirsty. "My dear little darling, take your hand out and put it back on your keyboard. Answer a few questions for your brother." I pulled my right hand out of my underwear. "Sis, tell me, do I feel good when I touch you?" "Brother, I feel good, you touch me good." My hands were trembling violently, and I finally managed to type and send the message. "Do you miss me? Do you want me to hold you right away?" I secretly admired this man's skills. He was so good at teasing women; even though we were hundreds of miles apart, he could still make me burn with desire. My ex-boyfriend and my husband kissed me, touched me, and fiddled with me so intimately, but I had never felt this excited. "I miss you, I really miss you, I want you to come and hug me right now." "Do you want to touch my cock? My cock is still rock hard. You know, my cock is definitely big, thick and long." "I want to touch it, I want to touch your big cock. Brother, is your cock really that big?" "Really, you might not be able to hold it with both of your small hands. What kind of cock do you like?" At this moment, I had become a wanton slut. So obscene language can be so exciting! No wonder my husband often asks me to say some lewd things to him. "I like a cock like yours, big, thick and hard!" "Okay, I'll give you my big cock right away. Will you suck my cock?" "I will, as long as you feel good, I'll suck it hard." "What if the semen comes out?" "I'll swallow it!" "You don't mind?" "I don't mind!" I answered firmly. I never imagined I'd become like Ah Jiao and the others so quickly. I understand why they so shamelessly pander to netizens. It's the burning fire of lust that drives women like me to willingly become playthings for men! If a gigolo were to ask me now if I'd lick his anus and drink his urine, I'd answer like Ah Jiao and the others: "Yes, I'd love to!!" Thankfully, the gigolo didn't ask any further. "Let's continue playing. I'm going to start fucking you. Are you willing?" the gigolo said. "I'm willing to let you fuck me, brother.

But how will you fuck me? Won't I suffer if I can't touch your cock?" I was worried about the sexual torment of not being able to see or touch a real cock and just getting pleasure from words. Hot, sticky fluids were already flowing from my vagina. "Don't worry, I'll definitely make you feel good, I'll definitely make you orgasm." "First, take off your pants, so it'll be easier later," the gigolo said. "Strip naked? Not even your underwear?" "No, leave your underwear on. Yours is lace, isn't it?" "How do you know so much detail? Are you clairvoyant?" I joked. "I'm guessing. White-collar ladies like you like to wear sexy panties. I think I saw that little thing inside your panties!" "What did you see?" I teased him. "Red and plump, of course it's your little cunt. I even saw your cunt dripping with juices! Are your panties soaked?" I took off my trousers, leaving me only in a small pair of briefs. "What's next? I'm done." I sat down again. "Like before, you don't need to reply anymore, just do as I say." I didn't know how he was going to fuck me. "Close your eyes, breathe gently. Imagine my penis. Do you see it? My penis is waving right in front of you..." A man with an indistinct face appeared before my eyes. He was naked, and a penis as thick as my arm stood erect in his dark pubic hair, trembling and swaying. That man was my gigolo.

"I'm slowly approaching you, holding the big cock you've been waiting for in my hand! My cock head is dripping with glistening semen. Can you smell the pungent odor of my cock?" Following his prompting, I seemed to smell the distinctive pungent odor of a man's cock. My ex-boyfriend's and husband's cocks smelled almost identical; it seemed all men's cocks smelled that way. "Slowly spread your thighs apart until they can't open any wider… Use your right index finger to wriggle up and down between your swollen labia… Upwards, can you feel your little clitoris, like a tiny bean? It's the most sensitive part of your vagina. When you're not around, touching it will give you unexpected and wonderful pleasure… Did you feel it? Gently rub it, yes, like that…" I followed his instructions completely. My vaginal fluid increased, flowing down to my buttocks and wetting my crotch. "Stand up and slowly take off your panties. Don't take your eyes off the computer, watch my every instruction…" I removed my last shred of modesty. The moment I stood up, the juices from my buttocks flowed down my thighs. Luckily, the man I liked wasn't facing me, otherwise, such a torrent of juices would have embarrassed me. "Okay, put your hands on the table, slowly bend your waist, stick your big ass up high... Imagine I'm standing behind your ass, holding my big cock, waiting for you to get into position so I can fuck your little cunt..." I was burning with lust, my vagina felt like it was being bitten by a million ants, I longed for the man's penis to rush inside me. "Put your right hand between your thighs and gently part your labia... Ah, your pussy is leaking so much juice... You really crave my big cock right now, don't you? My big cock is dangling right next to your ass, stick your ass out a little more, and it'll be touching your pussy opening soon..." "My dear brother, don't torture me like this, just fuck me hard with your big cock! Fuck me! I want your big cock!" I couldn't help but call out to him. Luckily, he couldn't hear my lewd cries. "Slowly push your index finger into your pussy... push it in, pull it out, push it in again, pull it out again... Your pussy is so hot, your pussy is so tight... Is one finger not thick enough? Okay, then push your middle finger in too... Plop! Plop! I think I can hear the sound coming from your pussy... Come on, gradually increase the speed of thrusting... Faster, faster... That's not your finger, that's my thick, hard cock, squeeze it, squeeze it... Your juices are splashing out... You're a little slut!" I thrust hard, I groaned. I twisted my waist, I swayed my hips. My left hand accidentally touched the keyboard on the table, and a series of garbled letters and numbers were transmitted to the gigolo. The observant man noticed that it was caused by my repeated orgasms. "Sis, you little slut, my darling wife, you're having an orgasm, aren't you? You are, you definitely are! I fucked you until you came!" My vagina spasmed, an indescribable pleasure radiating from within, shooting outwards from my body. I went limp and plopped down on the sofa...

My vision blurred, and I couldn't see what the gigolo was saying next. I gasped and moaned... I had never felt so good. He didn't actually use his penis to fuck me, just teasing me through QQ, and he pushed me to an unprecedented peak of sexual pleasure. He was amazing, he was a master at manipulating women! I was completely captivated by him! I was willing to be his slave!

A ray of warm morning sunlight shone through the white gauze curtains onto my naked body. Before I knew it, we had been chatting until dawn. Because we both had to work during the day, we logged off. We agreed to continue chatting that night.

Although I had stayed up all night, I didn't feel sleepy at all due to the excitement. That day, I completed one or two times more work than usual. "A happy occasion makes one feel refreshed." This saying is absolutely true.

Thinking back to the lewd things I'd said to the Cowherd that night, and how obediently I'd followed his instructions, performing those wanton actions, I secretly blushed several times. From that day on, I completely betrayed my husband.

The next night, we talked about extremely lewd things all night again. He suggested we both be naked, calling it "naked chatting."

I did as he said, stripping completely naked. That feeling was truly amazing. This time, he taught me many sexual techniques I'd never tried before, analyzing male sexual psychology and behavior in detail. Before, I'd often heard people say, "No man is immune to lust." Through the Cowherd, I received definitive confirmation. At first, he was so refined that I thought he was a man without desire. Now, it seems he's far more lustful and lewd than any of the online friends I'd ever chatted with. Because I love him, his lewdness and vulgarity become normal male behavior in my eyes. That's what women are like!

The gigolo asked if I could install a webcam so he could see my breasts, buttocks, thighs, and genitals on video. Firstly, I wasn't immediately comfortable showing him my naked body on video; after all, deep feelings between men and women require physical contact. Secondly, I worried that installing a webcam would arouse my husband's suspicion.

I told him I'd think about it.

From then on, our QQ chats were no longer as serious and boring as before; sex became our main topic of conversation.

He taught me a lot about relationships and techniques. I became a hardcore internet addict!

Later, Ah Jiao and the others met several more of these online friends and had sex with them. They said I was always a step behind and urged me to meet the gigolo soon to experience the unique pleasure of having sex with an online friend. Although the gigolo used obscene language with me online, verbally raving about me, he hadn't yet suggested meeting me in person. Since

he didn't bring it up, I naturally couldn't take the initiative; I still refused to abandon my dignity. But I knew that being fucked by him was only a matter of time, because I wanted to be fucked by him.

What did the Cowherd actually look like? Even the outline of his face was blurry in my mind. I was completely captivated by him, and even if he wasn't as handsome and dashing as I'd hoped, I didn't care.

My friends advised me not to just date the Cowherd, but to contact several other men and choose the best. I'm a relatively faithful woman, and I remained devoted to the Cowherd alone. I felt that having him was enough. The Cowherd

became an indispensable part of my life.

My husband and I had less and less sex, from daily to once every two or three days, and now it's only once every ten days or two weeks. It's not that my husband's libido has decreased or that he can't have sex with me, but rather that I feel my passion for him is fading faster and faster; he can hardly bring me to multiple orgasms like he used to. He's on top of me, but my mind is on the Cowherd. When my husband asks what's wrong, I either tell him I'm overworked and have no energy, or that women naturally lose interest after having children. My husband is skeptical, but he can't find any other reason. We worked in the same company, and he knew I wasn't a third party in our relationship.

Every day I fantasized about being beneath him, kissing me, touching me, rubbing me, and having sex with me. I secretly planned that before he had sex with me, I wouldn't let any other man have sex with me. He loved me, he loved me very much, more than my husband. I repaid his love with the feudalistic ideal of upholding chastity. If I didn't have a reason to refuse my husband's advances, I would have even stopped our normal marital life. I wanted to save everything I had for him to enjoy. He also asked me to minimize sexual intercourse with my husband, and that no other man should touch my body. I solemnly promised him.

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