A lewd wife

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That night, when I returned to my place, I opened the door and walked into the living room. The room was silent. Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind, startling me so much I turned pale. "Who are you?!" I shouted. "Jingjing, it's me! I'm home!""My husband said. "You scared me to death, I thought some thief had broken in." "I just got home too." My husband kissed my pink neck. Soon, his hands gripped my breasts, and he kept gently biting my earlobe. The man I had missed every night for three months was now holding me, teasing my sensitive spots. I felt my vulva getting wet again. He hugged me tightly, kissing my ear. He reached into my panties, and I struggled desperately. He impatiently carried me to the sofa, my heart pounding. Under his intense caresses, I desperately wanted him to pull down my panties and insert his penis into my vagina. When my hand touched his thick, hard penis, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest, and my vaginal lubrication increased dramatically. When his hand caressed my wet vulva, my whole body went limp. My cheeks burned, and I felt utterly powerless, letting him lay me sideways on the sofa. He pulled down my underwear, grabbed my ankles, spread my legs, and slowly inserted his thick, hard penis into my vagina. I finally felt fulfilled. He began to thrust, his strokes powerful, as if making up for three months of insufficient time. I felt a throbbing, pent-up desire. My husband, seeing the satisfied expression on my face, became even more smug. His movements quickened. When I arrived at the place of ecstasy, I couldn't help but hug him tightly, and my husband suddenly ejaculated into my vagina. His penis throbbed inside me many times. He lay on top of me, leaving his penis inside me, continuing to enjoy the throbbing within my vagina. I also began to feel the pressure from his penis slowly subside, but I still wanted more. "Honey, I want more." "Take a shower first and cook me a midnight snack. The whole night is yours," my husband said with a smile, gently pinching my nose. I found the underwear my husband had torn off on the carpet, put it on, put on some toilet paper to straighten my clothes, and then went to the kitchen to cook some instant noodles with an egg. After I finished showering, I changed into the sexy nightgown my husband had given me for our wedding anniversary. When I rushed back to the bedroom, my husband was already fast asleep, and I couldn't wake him no matter how much I shook him. Men are all like that; they take care of themselves without considering how others feel. My husband is a factory manager stationed in Shanghai for a company. He only comes back for seven days every three months. I used to live alone, but I couldn't stand the loneliness, so I found a job in insurance sales. During the day, I don't overthink things at work, but the loneliness I feel when I'm alone at home at night is indescribable. I watched an HBO movie late at night. Suddenly, the phone rang; it was Xiao Yang calling. "Oh, why are you calling so late?" "Oh! Jingjing, I'm sorry, you're still awake, aren't you?" "What's up?" "Jingjing, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to invite you to dinner." Xiao Yang's voice was magnetic; every word he spoke was irresistible. "How about this? Tomorrow night, at the coffee shop in the National Hotel, I'll wait for you at 6:30." Before I could decide, his words made up my mind: "I won't disturb your sleep, goodbye." His brief and cheerful invitation left me with no choice but to accept. I slowly put down the phone, a wave of confusion leaving me stunned for a moment. If I accepted the invitation, I would clearly be stepping into a dangerous situation that could jeopardize my marriage, but could I refuse? Four years after our marriage, my husband was sent to Shanghai, leaving me all alone in Taichung. At first, I didn't feel anything, but as time went on, all sorts of problems surfaced. I had originally wanted to have a child for companionship, but after my miscarriage, I gave up on that idea. I cried alone in the hospital for three days. I met Xiao Yang at a dinner party; he was a car salesman, and my main area of property insurance was vehicles. He entered my life about six months after my miscarriage. That year, after the year-end party at Lianyuan, everyone went to a karaoke bar until 1 a.m. After paying the bill, Xiao Yang volunteered to drive me home. On the way, his conversation revealed his extensive knowledge; he could talk eloquently, but it never felt dull. When we stopped at a red light, he gently cupped my face in his hand and said, "I love you!" His words were simple, yet they struck me like a thunderbolt. My heart pounded, and I didn't know how to react. I gazed into his eyes, which were filled with deep affection, yet I was so flustered and helpless that I closed my eyes and waited. At that moment, my lips were dry, my heart pounding. Finally, he kissed me, his rich, moist lips pressing against mine. I was so nervous and confused, like a child who had done something wrong. He kissed my lips, my face, my ears, and then my lips again. I felt a wave of dizziness and weakness wash over me. I couldn't resist his passionate, deep breaths; I couldn't deny that I loved his touch. He stroked my cheeks, my thighs, my navel, and even reached inside my clothes to touch my breasts. A feeling of guilt made me freeze suddenly. I pushed him away and lowered my head. "No, I already have a husband." He didn't insist and sat still beside me. We just sat there in the dim light of the car, lost in thought. The cars behind us honked their horns and hurried on. Just as we passed the redevelopment zone, Xiao Yang suddenly stopped the car and hugged me again. I couldn't help but rub against him, kiss him passionately, and caress his body. He impulsively lifted my clothes and kissed my breasts. We couldn't suppress our desires. The passionate caresses were particularly exciting. He reached under my skirt and touched my vulva. "Ah! No! You can't!" I said, but undeniably, alcohol makes people bolder, and now we both needed it. It was the first time I'd been touched and kissed by a man other than my husband, and I was both shocked and scared. Xiao Yang lowered the back of my electric chair, lifted my skirt, and kissed my legs through my stockings. I trembled uncontrollably, just like when my husband and I were first intimate. I let his lips and hands roam over my body, stroking my feet and kissing them incessantly, even pulling my hand to touch his penis. When my hand touched his penis, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest, and at the same time, my vagina began to secrete fluid. When his hand touched my slightly moist area, my whole body went limp. Xiao Yang clumsily tried to pull down my stockings and panties, but because of the cramped car and my nervousness, I didn't move. Then he directly tore them open and began licking my labia, occasionally lightly biting and tugging at my thick pubic hair. When he teased my clitoris with his tongue, I was overwhelmed by desire. I gripped his hair tightly and swayed my hips, trying to get his tongue to lick my clitoris deeply. My breathing became heavier and heavier. I realized that for the past six months since my miscarriage, my husband hadn't allowed me any contact with him when he came home; all the pent-up desire was released at once. My cheeks started to burn, and my body gradually lost its strength. Xiao Yang used a pillow to prop up my hips, then used his hand to guide the head of his penis, tentatively rubbing it back and forth against my labia. He then moistened the head with some saliva and slowly inserted his hard, large penis into my vagina. However, because his shape was slightly different from my husband's, the slightly curved penis occasionally touched my G-spot during the thrusting. I couldn't help but hug him tightly, and after a series of vigorous thrusts, I orgasmed. I released my grip on him and lay weakly on the chair. Xiao Yang, still drunk, showed no sign of stopping and continued to thrust into my vagina. His relentless assault showed no signs of abating. I was completely exhausted. I muttered to myself. Finally, he ejaculated a large amount of semen inside me. I lay there, stunned, my conscience forcing me to sob. Xiao Yang used tissues from the car to wipe my genitals. Seeing me still crying, he covered me with his coat and drove off. I wrapped myself tightly in Xiao Yang's coat and returned to my apartment, terrified the building manager would see my torn stockings. Once inside, I went straight to the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror after our passion. Xiao Yang's semen remained in my vagina, sticky and wet. I washed myself repeatedly. I was a slut; I had wronged my husband. I had slept with another man. The inner turmoil kept me awake all night. The next day, I went to work, exhausted from a sleepless night. All morning, I suspected my colleagues were looking at me strangely, as if I were some kind of wanton woman. Luckily, it was the weekend, and I managed to pack my things and leave around noon. My husband's long-distance call woke me. Feeling guilty, I stammered as I spoke to him. My husband, far away in Shanghai, thought I was sick and wanted to come home early. I hurriedly explained some lies I'd never told before. Shortly after he hung up, Xiao Yang called. I hung up immediately upon hearing his voice. Words cannot describe my feelings at that moment. For the next month, I avoided seeing Xiao Yang completely. Then, at a New Year's dinner party, we inevitably ran into each other again. He acted nonchalant, but I was incredibly nervous, terrified my colleagues would notice. We met at the restroom entrance. He whispered in my ear, "If you continue like this, people will find out." He then wanted to talk to me after dinner, but I refused.After returning home from the dinner party, just as I was about to close the front door, Xiao Yang rushed in. Before I could scream, he had already sealed my lips with his. I struggled free and slapped him. But after the crisp sound of the slap, I was captivated by his deep, affectionate gaze. We stood there, frozen. The gaze that had fueled my dreams every night for the past month was now truly before me. He knelt down, embraced me, and wept, telling me of his longing for me over the past month. I struggled with morality and desire. I am a married woman; I cannot fall into this trap. I screamed inwardly. Xiao Yang's hands began to roam over my thighs, the tenderness a battleground between my conscience and my conscience. But desire triumphed over my inner morality, and I sat down, letting Xiao Yang caress and kiss me. Honestly, Xiao Yang treated me much more gently than my husband. My husband always rushed through his sexual gratification and then ignored me, while Xiao Yang's foreplay and his unique penis... That time in the car almost made me talk about it in my sleep when my husband went back to Taiwan for the Lunar New Year. When he touched my breasts, my vagina involuntarily felt strange sensations. He kneaded my breasts and sucked on my two sensitive nipples. He kissed me all over. He kissed my face, my earlobes, my neck, my vulva, and even licked my toes. Finally, his nimble tongue attacked my genitals, gently biting my crotch, making me tremble with pleasure. His newly grown beard tickled the inside of my thighs, sending shivers down my spine. Then he lifted my leg, exposing my anus and vulva completely to him. I shyly closed my eyes. Xiao Yang was actually licking my large anus. This was something my husband had never done since we got married. Every time, he would just casually tease my clitoris with his hand before inserting himself. Xiao Yang's lick sent my soul flying. My vagina felt itchy, like a million ants were crawling inside. I gradually swayed my hips, trying to relieve the itch by cooperating with Xiao Yang's tongue. He stirred his tongue inside my vagina, and after each stirring, he would lick my clitoris hard, which was swollen with excitement. Each lick deepened my desire; morality had vanished into thin air. All I want now is for a man to penetrate me and fuck me. My mouth is dry with excitement, and all I can make are monotonous "Mmm~~~~~! Ah~~~~~!" sounds. Xiao Yang lifts my legs, arching them into a curled shape. My eyes are slightly open, and I see my small, swollen vulva. My pubic hair is wet with Xiao Yang's saliva. Xiao Yang guides his penis with one hand, slowly inserting it into my vagina. Gradually, he speeds up, thrusting in and out repeatedly. My vagina swallows Xiao Yang's thick, hard penis, and the fluid I secrete from excitement makes the surroundings wet. As Xiao Yang moves, it makes a squeaking sound, his penis pulling in and out of my little hole, making "splat! splat!" sounds. Xiao Yang lifted my legs onto his shoulders, guided his penis to my vaginal opening, and, with the wetness flowing from my labia, thrust his hips forward with lightning speed, penetrating deep into my vagina. I let out a soft "Ah!" and closed my eyes, enjoying the unique pleasure of Xiao Yang's penis thrusting in and out of my vagina. I moved my hips up and down in sync with Xiao Yang's rhythm, welcoming his penis deeper into my vagina. My moans and Xiao Yang's panting echoed in the living room. My husband had thrust into my vagina many times on this same sofa, but now it was Xiao Yang's turn. I was burning with desire and couldn't care less about anything else. Only in my dreams could I feel the fullness and pleasure of being filled with a penis. This was happening right now, and my excitement reached its peak. I involuntarily let out a cry. My whole body went limp with pleasure. Xiao Yang had brought me to orgasm again. This was a pleasure my husband hadn't given me in a long time. I gasped and moaned, trying to say something, but I couldn't speak. I had to open my mouth to breathe, but his mouth sealed mine. Now I was sitting on the sofa, and he had taken my legs off his shoulders. His hard penis was still inside me. He was kissing me deeply while teasing my nipples. The fullness of his penis inside me made me hold onto Xiao Yang, not wanting him to move. After a few minutes, Xiao Yang began to thrust into me gently again. The passion I had just experienced made me want to orgasm again. I released my arms from his embrace and moved my hands to his hips, instructing Xiao Yang to lift me up heavily. Xiao Yang's hands weren't idle either; one hand played with my breasts while the other rubbed my clitoris with his thumb, giving me an electric shock-like sensation. After a while, he deeply penetrated my vagina, ejaculating hot semen. I couldn't help but moan. The throbbing sensation of his penis ejaculating gave my vagina another inexplicable pleasure. After ejaculating, I didn't want Xiao Yang to pull his penis out, but he knelt down and vigorously licked my clitoris, bringing me to a second orgasm. After resting for a while, Xiao Yang picked me up and carried me into the bathroom to shower. Under the bathroom light, I could finally see Xiao Yang's penis clearly; even when it was limp, it was still quite large. Unlike my husband. The feeling after two orgasms left me exhausted, and soaking in the hot water gradually calmed my passion. My sense of morality returned and battled within me. Xiao Yang knelt by the bathtub, caressing me, then looked at me with eyes I couldn't resist. "You're not allowed to come to my house again," I said. Xiao Yang nodded tenderly and said, "Then you can't avoid me anymore." I nodded, struggling internally. After drying myself and putting on my pajamas, Xiao Yang was already dressed. I saw him to the elevator and watched him leave. I was left wondering how he managed to get past the security guard and into my house.After a soft moan, I closed my eyes and savored the pleasure of Xiao Yang's unique penis thrusting into my vagina. I moved my hips up and down in rhythm with Xiao Yang's movements, welcoming his penis deeper into my vagina. My moans and Xiao Yang's panting echoed in the living room. My husband had thrust into my vagina many times on this same sofa, but now it was Xiao Yang's turn. Consumed by lust, I couldn't care less about anything else. Only in my dreams could I feel the fullness and pleasure of being filled with a penis. Now, this was happening, and my excitement reached its peak. I involuntarily cried out. My whole body went limp with pleasure. Xiao Yang had brought me to orgasm again. This was a pleasure my husband hadn't given me in a long time. I gasped and moaned, trying to say something, but I couldn't speak. I had to open my mouth to breathe, but his mouth sealed mine. Now I was sitting on the sofa, and he had taken my legs off his shoulders. His hard penis was still inside me. He was kissing me deeply while teasing my nipples. The fullness of his penis inside me made me hold onto Xiao Yang, not wanting him to move. After a few minutes, Xiao Yang began to thrust into me gently again. The passion from before made me want to climax again. I let go of his arms and moved my hands to his hips, directing Xiao Yang to lift me up hard. Xiao Yang's hands weren't idle either; one hand played with my breasts while the other rubbed my clitoris with his thumb, giving me an electric shock-like feeling. After a while, he thrust his penis deep into my vagina, ejaculating hot semen inside. I couldn't help but moan. The throbbing sensation as his penis spurted out gave my vagina a strange, inexplicable pleasure. After ejaculating, I didn't want Xiao Yang to pull his penis out, but he knelt down and licked my clitoris intensely, bringing me to a second orgasm. After resting for a while, Xiao Yang carried me into the bathroom to shower. Under the bathroom light, I could finally see Xiao Yang's penis clearly; even when it was limp, it was still quite large. Unlike my husband's. The feeling after two orgasms left me exhausted, and soaking in the hot water gradually calmed my passion. My conscience pounded again. Xiao Yang knelt by the bathtub, stroking me, then looked at me with eyes I couldn't resist. "Don't come to my house again," I said. Xiao Yang nodded tenderly, "Then you can't avoid me anymore." I nodded, struggling internally. I dried myself and put on my pajamas; Xiao Yang was already dressed. I walked him to the elevator and watched him leave. I was left wondering how he managed to get past the building manager and into my house.After a soft moan, I closed my eyes and savored the pleasure of Xiao Yang's unique penis thrusting into my vagina. I moved my hips up and down in rhythm with Xiao Yang's movements, welcoming his penis deeper into my vagina. My moans and Xiao Yang's panting echoed in the living room. My husband had thrust into my vagina many times on this same sofa, but now it was Xiao Yang's turn. Consumed by lust, I couldn't care less about anything else. Only in my dreams could I feel the fullness and pleasure of being filled with a penis. Now, this was happening, and my excitement reached its peak. I involuntarily cried out. My whole body went limp with pleasure. Xiao Yang had brought me to orgasm again. This was a pleasure my husband hadn't given me in a long time. I gasped and moaned, trying to say something, but I couldn't speak. I had to open my mouth to breathe, but his mouth sealed mine. Now I was sitting on the sofa, and he had taken my legs off his shoulders. His hard penis was still inside me. He was kissing me deeply while teasing my nipples. The fullness of his penis inside me made me hold onto Xiao Yang, not wanting him to move. After a few minutes, Xiao Yang began to thrust into me gently again. The passion from before made me want to climax again. I let go of his arms and moved my hands to his hips, directing Xiao Yang to lift me up hard. Xiao Yang's hands weren't idle either; one hand played with my breasts while the other rubbed my clitoris with his thumb, giving me an electric shock-like feeling. After a while, he thrust his penis deep into my vagina, ejaculating hot semen inside. I couldn't help but moan. The throbbing sensation as his penis spurted out gave my vagina a strange, inexplicable pleasure. After ejaculating, I didn't want Xiao Yang to pull his penis out, but he knelt down and licked my clitoris intensely, bringing me to a second orgasm. After resting for a while, Xiao Yang carried me into the bathroom to shower. Under the bathroom light, I could finally see Xiao Yang's penis clearly; even when it was limp, it was still quite large. Unlike my husband's. The feeling after two orgasms left me exhausted, and soaking in the hot water gradually calmed my passion. My conscience pounded again. Xiao Yang knelt by the bathtub, stroking me, then looked at me with eyes I couldn't resist. "Don't come to my house again," I said. Xiao Yang nodded tenderly, "Then you can't avoid me anymore." I nodded, struggling internally. I dried myself and put on my pajamas; Xiao Yang was already dressed. I walked him to the elevator and watched him leave. I was left wondering how he managed to get past the building manager and into my house.

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