Women who like to have affairs

I'm 31 years old and have been married for 3 years. My husband is a high earner and very busy. I only see him once every two or three weeks, and after a few words, he leaves again in a hurry. I teach at a middle school, so I'm not very busy. When I don't have classes, I prepare lessons, surf the internet, and play mahjong. I like to sit in front of the computer after playing mahjong, surf the internet, and then go to sleep. People think I'm lucky to have such a capable husband, but they don't know that what truly makes me happy is that I have two husbands, one 33 years old and the other 20 years old.

I met him, my 20-year-old husband, online 8 months ago. He listed his age as 32 on QQ. I never realized he was a college student because he never let me see his face during video chats. He's very flirtatious; every time we chat, he makes me blush and my nipples harden. At his insistence, I started calling him "husband." After each chat, I masturbate. He satisfies my loneliness, and I satisfy my insatiable sexual desire through masturbation. The real transgression started last week.

Last Saturday, I sat down at the computer on time as usual, and he was already waiting for me. We opened the video chat and started talking. "

How are you, honey? Missed me?" For some reason, his voice was very excited.

"Yeah, really." "

Divorce him and marry me, hehe, you really want to marry me?" "What's so great about you?" "Hehe, what do you want?"

"Well, you not only have to satisfy my upper mouth, but also my lower one."

"Well, the upper one is a bit difficult, but the lower one is no problem.

" "Don't talk nonsense, I don't believe you." "Hmph, let me show you..." As he spoke, he actually stood up and pulled his penis out of his shorts. He pointed the video at his penis and started fiddling with it.

I was startled by his sudden action and couldn't speak, just staring at his penis. His penis wasn't long, but it was indeed very thick, standing high, the foreskin naturally separated, and the urethral opening was clearly visible.

"Haha, scared now?

" "Scared of what?" "I've seen this before, hurry up and put it away," my voice trembled slightly. "

Why should I put it away?" He sat down and started stroking it. "I just want to show my wife how I can satisfy you." "

Hmm, I don't know~~" Watching him stroke my penis back and forth, my breathing became rapid, my breasts swelled quickly, my nipples hardened, and my throat felt dry, as if it were on fire. "

How about it, wife, do you want to touch your husband's big cock?" "It's very hard. If you have a good time with your husband, I'll use it to torment you properly, hehe."

I really hadn't seen or touched a man's penis in a long time. What he said made me unable to resist, my heart was itching uncontrollably, and my lower body started to get wet. But I still wanted to maintain my womanly modesty, so I could only stammer, "Go away, you bad guy, I don't care for that." "

Wife, don't pretend with me. Look at your blushing face, you must want it, hehe, tell the truth."

I felt incredibly embarrassed, knowing I couldn't hide it any longer, so I could only say, "Um, honey, there's something I want to tell you, how long has it been since you've tasted a penis?" "

A long time..." I didn't dare look at him. "Honey, why haven't you ejaculated yet? It's not that easy, honey. Do you want to see my...?" Suddenly, I had a strong exhibitionist urge, wanting a man to lewdly look at my body, no matter who he was. "

Yes, yes, honey, hurry up..." he said excitedly. "

Then you wait." After saying that, I got up from the chair. I quickly ran to the bedroom, took off my coat, bra, and

skirt, and changed into a low-cut off-shoulder bra, denim shorts, and black fishnet stockings. I looked at myself in the mirror. The white bra made my already full breasts even more prominent, outlining a deep cleavage. The shorts tightly hugged my round buttocks, befitting a married woman. The black fishnet stockings made me feel like a shameless prostitute soliciting customers on the street. All of this excited me immensely. It was as if I was no longer the exemplary female teacher, but a slut willing to sell my body for physical satisfaction. I quietly returned to the computer, pulled out a chair, and stood in front of him.

"Wow! Honey, you have such a great figure!" he exclaimed excitedly. "

How is it? Do you like my outfit?" he said with a seductive smile. "

I love it, I love it so much, honey, you're so slutty." He quickened his stroking.

Seeing him stroking his penis so quickly, I couldn't help but start to pose. I bent over, pointing the video at my chest so he could see my deep cleavage. I squeezed my breasts together from both sides, smiling as I rubbed them. My breasts were so sensitive; with just a slight squeeze, my semi-erect nipples quickly swelled completely. I simply couldn't stop, the more I squeezed, the more I wanted to squeeze. Pleasure, like an electric current, traveled from my breasts straight to my genitals; my honey hole was already wet and warm. I groaned softly, tormented by my hands and desire.

Ah...ah...wife, good wife, be more seductive, faster...I'm going to cum...ah ah...stimulate me...Under his rapid thrusting, his glans had turned purple, and he kept moaning. I turned around, my back to the video, and stuck out my buttocks for him to admire.

Ah...ah ah...such a round, big butt, I love...I love his lewd words so much, they soaked my panties. I pressed one hand against my breasts and rubbed them haphazardly, while the other hand rubbed between my buttocks, cleft, and vulva through my denim shorts. I dared not use force, as if my vulva were a water-filled balloon, and if I used too much force, the balloon would burst. During my wanton performance, his semen filled the video, making my mouth dry. I really wished he were right in front of me. He wiped the semen off the video, and I saw his penis, still erect.

Ha, husband, your baby is so disobedient, why isn't it coming down yet? You have to teach it a lesson, hehe...wife, it couldn't resist seeing you so beautiful and wanton. He chuckled and said, "Wife, do you really want to try?

" "...Say something, what are you afraid of?" "

How do we try?" I asked softly. "

Come to my place, okay?

" "Hmm...forget it, I have a husband." Although I really wanted to agree, I hadn't forgotten my responsibilities as a wife. "

What?! He can't satisfy you, but I can! Is he your husband and I'm not?" He got angry. "

But...my dear wife, please, no buts! Can you bear to let it stay hard like this?" He wiggled his penis, pleading with me.

I was amused by him, my face flushed, and said, "Okay, okay, I promise."

We exchanged phone numbers and agreed that I would go to his house the next day at noon. That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I was tormented by ethics and erotic dreams, but in the end, desire triumphed over ethics. I hadn't felt so satisfied by a man's penis in a long time; I couldn't take it anymore!

The next day, I woke up very early. My heart was itching even more than my genitals. No matter what I did, my genitals were always wet, and I almost masturbated several times. I took a shower first, then tried on each piece of clothing in the closet, one by one, and then put them back. I wanted to dress appropriately, yet also in a way that would arouse his interest.

It wasn't until eleven o'clock that I made my decision. I chose a white lace bra with a squeeze-fit design, a low-waisted white lace panty, a red open-front short-sleeved top, a white suit skirt, and beige stockings. My long hair was casually draped over my shoulders, exuding the mature fullness unique to married women. I smiled contentedly, picked up my purse, and went out.

In the taxi, the driver kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, making me feel secretly pleased. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my wife, his voice. "I'm kneading dough, haha. What are you kneading dough for? Are you making dumplings for me?"

No, I'm using the dough as your full breasts. When you come, I'll squeeze your breasts until they're comfortable, just like kneading dough, and then I'll drink your milk. Hehe, you pervert, he's making my heart flutter. How can you be so naughty?

And there's something even worse, honey, is your genitals wet and itchy? When you get here, I'll give you a good scratch. Don't masturbate in the car, you'll get your pants wet, how will you get out?

Ah… ah, I couldn't speak, I just felt a tightness in my chest, my mind filled with all sorts of sex positions, my breathing rapid, I swallowed hard, squeezed my legs together, and secretly rubbed them together. I dared not move my body, as even the slightest movement of my hips would cause my juices to overflow. I think that driver must have thought I was a slutty woman, making pornographic calls and stimulating my wetness with my legs in a taxi. After those agonizing ten minutes, I paid the fare amidst the driver's contemptuous laughter, and slowly walked towards the building across the street, my legs still pressed together.

Following his directions, I arrived at room 302 of that building. I turned off my phone, calmed myself down, and started knocking. The door opened quickly, and standing there was a bald man, completely naked. The thick, dark penis I'd seen the night before was erect at his waist. He was about 1.78 meters tall, quite burly, but all of that couldn't hide his youthful face.

"You...you are...?"

"I'm your husband!" He pulled me inside. His house wasn't big, a two-bedroom apartment, not very tidy, more like a bachelor's dwelling.

"You...how old are you?" I was a little stunned. "

How old do I look to you?" He sat opposite me, legs spread, his penis erect in a defiant manner. "

I can tell you're just a college student. Why did you tell me you're 32?"

"No wonder you're a teacher, you're quite accurate. I'm a sophomore." "If I didn't tell you I'm 32, you wouldn't be talking to me." He said with a grin. I suddenly felt very embarrassed, unsure whether to stay or leave. "

Does my age matter? We get along, and I can satisfy you, that's enough."

不行，你这么小，我，我接受不了说著，我站了起来，慢慢的向问口走去，但心里却在犹豫，他魁梧的身体和那粗粗的阳具无一不吸引着我，我知道我爱上了他的身体。他见我犹豫，走到门前，堵住门。

让我走嘛我哀求他。可他却走过来，一口吻住我的唇，双手抱住我的细腰。我的情欲被这一吻引发，我也搂住他粗粗的脖子，任由他厚实的舌头在我口中东闯西撞。上面是他的舌头，里面是我压抑以久的性欲。两者积压得我无法呼吸。我挣脱了他的嘴唇，急促的喘气。我抬起眼睛看他，他也正盯着我，我问：我都31岁了，你不嫌我老吗？

好老婆，我不嫌呀，你喜欢你成熟，而且还这么丰满，比那20几岁的女孩好多了。

你最坏，就会哄人家，勾搭人家老婆，小坏蛋，看我不让我老公揍你。

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of him even if he comes. I'll show him how I satisfy you. Hehe, you're so naughty, taking someone else's wife and still making sarcastic remarks."

He gently licked my lips, and I slightly parted my red lips, sucking on them incessantly. His hands quickly slid from my waist to my full buttocks, grasping my plump breasts through my skirt and playing with them. He spread my breasts apart and then quickly squeezed them back together. Waves of pleasure surged from my anus to my vulva, causing the juices that had been trapped inside to overflow. In no time, the crotch area of my panties was soaked, sticking annoyingly to my vulva. "

Does it feel good?

I'm so wet, aren't I?" He skillfully unzipped my skirt from behind, and I obediently twisted my hips, letting him take off my skirt. "Wife, your legs in stockings are so sexy."

As he spoke, a large hand roamed between my thighs and buttocks, his penis hard against my abdomen. I desperately wanted him to thrust into my wet hole to relieve the itch; I couldn't wait any longer. I lifted my left leg, rubbing the inside of my thigh against his hairy, thick leg, my waist twisting and turning, rubbing against his large glans.

Ah…please…come in quickly, give it to me.

Wife, what's the rush? I haven't had enough yet. Saying this, he lifted my legs to his waist with both hands, and I eagerly crossed my legs behind him, tightly wrapping them around his strong waist. He sat on the sofa, using his nose and tongue to rub and lick my cleavage. I hugged his neck tightly, following his rhythm, contracting my abdomen and thrusting my chest, waves of heat spreading from my chest throughout my body, my stimulated little hole unbearably itchy. I could only keep twisting my buttocks and rubbing against his hairy thighs to get temporary comfort for my wet hole.

Ah. Ah…husband, my good husband, do my breasts taste good?

Ah, so fragrant, so tender.

Then you have to eat them properly! Of course, I'm going to suck them until they produce milk… Hmm…you're so naughty, so naughty… I laughed shyly and hit him, refusing to let him eat them.

I pretended to cover my chest with my hands, but his two strong hands easily pried them apart, then opened my V-neck, reached into my bra, grabbed one of my breasts, squeezed them together, and pulled them out. He didn't rush to attack my nipples, but instead held my breasts with a mix of tightness and looseness, sometimes pulling them apart and shaking them up and down. I had never experienced having my breasts played with like this before. Waves of pleasure traveled from his large hands to my breasts, then converged and traveled to my uterus, stimulating it to secrete love juice continuously. I felt so good that I sometimes tilted my head back and sometimes lowered it, my hands constantly stroking my ribs.

Ah…husband…I want you…I want…

Hearing my wanton moans, he pressed his finger against my areola, extended his index finger, and quickly scratched my nipple with his nail. The stimulation was so intense!

His fingers felt like they were electrified, powerful currents shooting from my nipple throughout my body, giving me goosebumps all over. My body began to tremble violently, my head swaying slightly with his rhythm. And with each scratch, I would unconsciously lower my head and hunch my shoulders, trying to avoid the attack of his fingers.

Even more unbearable was my vagina. It had been drooling non-stop all day, making my panties wet and dry repeatedly. This time, under his gentle scratching, the juices flowed even faster and more profusely, making me so itchy that I could only keep squeezing my labia together. A powerful urge to be quickly penetrated relentlessly assaulted my lonely heart, bursting from my throat as moans of pleasure: "Ah...good husband...ah..."

Hearing my cries of desire, he didn't speak, but instead pressed my large breasts together, his tongue flashing as he licked my nipples, occasionally sucking them into his mouth and gently biting them with his teeth. I couldn't bear it any longer. I wrapped one arm around his neck, and with the other, I reached down to his crotch, vigorously stroking my vulva through my lace panties.

The crotch of his panties was already soaking wet, clinging tightly to my vulva. My fingers immediately became wet as soon as I touched it. I grasped his hard penis, slightly raised my buttocks, and used his glans to thrust and rub against my opening. "Ah...ah...coming..."

After just a few thrusts, a large gush of juices poured out from my uterus. I held his head tightly, savoring this long-lost, exhilarating feeling.

Whew... Ah... Whew... So good... So good... Wife, you're so horny, you came so quickly, you've soaked my thighs. Haha, my lust is out of control. I quickly got off him, grabbed the edge of the coffee table with both hands, stuck my butt out high, and begged while twisting: Husband, good husband, I want more, more~~~!

No wonder people say that women in their thirties are like wolves and tigers, I've really seen it now, haha, don't rush, don't rush, he walked over with a smile.

Good husband, please~~~, hurry, hurry... I was about to cry. I don't know why, after the first orgasm, my vagina was even more itchy.

"Haha, here it comes." He squatted down behind me, extended his middle finger and touched my genitals. "Wife, you're so horny, look how wet you are, like you've wet your pants! Oh, how could you be so naughty? Come on, please, my dear husband, I don't know why, the more he humiliated me, the more excited I became. Is it really like what they say in books, that women have masochistic tendencies?" Just as I was thinking this, he suddenly pulled my underwear down to my knees, grabbed my thighs with both hands, and spread them apart.

I turned around and saw him examining my genitals. Embarrassed, I begged, "Stop it~~~~, it's not like I haven't seen it before, what's so interesting? My dear husband, come in quickly! No, I need to see clearly, otherwise I'll get lost! Hehe, my dear wife, stick your big ass out a little more."

I had no choice but to lower my waist and raise my buttocks a little higher. "

Hmm, not bad, your vulva is so narrow, it must be very tight. Wife, how many men have you been with? You weren't a virgin when you married your husband, were you?"

Why are you asking this?

Good wife, tell me quickly, of course I wasn't a virgin when we got married. Before we got married, I slept with five men, so what?

I knew it, your labia majora are so dark, you must have been getting your penis in and out a lot. His thumb moved forward a little more.

Wow! Wife, your clitoris is so big, he said excitedly.

Ugh, so annoying, come in, come in, I wiggled my buttocks and begged him again.

No, let me lick it first, he said, pressing his nose against my buttocks and his tongue against my vulva, starting to lick my pussy. But after a few licks, he stopped, complaining: You're such a slut, your pussy is so horny, I can't stand it.

His words made me feel ashamed, my genitals do smell a bit, so for so many years, no man has ever licked my pussy.

I'll just go straight in and have a good fuck on your horny pussy. He pressed the head of his penis against my opening and rubbed it a little. Then he thrust hard.

Ah! I cried out. I knew that after so many years, my vagina wasn't as tight as it used to be, but I still felt his huge glans forcefully pushing open the entrance. I'd encountered penises longer than his, but never one this thick. Ah…be gentle…be gentle…it's too big…hehe, it's too late to say no now.” I felt his penis slightly withdraw from my vagina, thinking he was being gentle, but it turned out he was just getting started. He shifted his waist back slightly, then thrust forward with a sharp, crisp sound of genitals colliding.

Ah! He was now fully inside my vagina, the glans almost touching my clitoris. I felt my entire lower body suddenly swell, and a slow pain spread through me.

Ahh…it's so tight, wife, you're the best of the best. He said very comfortably, “How is it? Is my penis big?” “Is it as big as your husband’s?” “

Big…so big…much bigger than his…good husband…please, move gently.”

"Okay, I'm going to move now," he said, slowly arching his back, his big penis inside my vagina, twitching slightly.

"Honey~, it's too light now," I said, turning to look at him. "

Then I won't be polite," he frowned, then slowly pulled the whole penis out, leaving only the glans inside my hole. Before I could turn around, he thrust his hips and began to thrust rapidly. His skill at penetrating was truly amazing! He thrust quickly seven or eight times, then stopped, wiggling his hips, grinding against my clitoris, his hand occasionally flicking at my clitoris from below. I felt my vagina sometimes expanding and sometimes emptying, his penis like an iron rod rubbing tightly against the vaginal walls, intense pleasure surging from both my vagina and clitoris, irresistible.

At first it hurt a little, but after a dozen or so thrusts, only pleasure remained. I responded to him passionately, my long hair flying back and forth with the sound of his penis slapping against my vagina. Every time he stopped attacking my clitoris, I desperately squeezed my thighs together and tightened my vagina, allowing him to penetrate even deeper.

Ah...so powerful...ah...

I'll fuck you, fuck you, fuck you...I'll fuck you to death, you slut...ah...you bitch...I'll let you, I'll let you, I'll let you come to my door. I'll fuck you,

I'll fuck you to death. He fucked me forty or fifty times, then slowed down, thrusting in slowly but powerfully, pulling out, then thrusting in again. I knew he was conserving his strength, so every time he thrust in, I arched my hips to meet his thrusts. After about twenty thrusts like this, he paused briefly, then began to thrust rapidly again. My pleasure had reached its limit; I was just waiting for this final impact.

So, he thrust in and out rapidly fifteen or sixteen times. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure began to surge from the vaginal walls to my clitoris, stimulating my uterus. I started trembling violently all over. He knew I was about to ejaculate, and with his experience, he reached down to my abdomen and quickly manipulated my clitoris. My cries grew louder: "...I'm coming...I'm coming again..." A surge of heat rushed from my lower abdomen into my vagina. I shook my head in ecstasy, and my vagina contracted rapidly and involuntarily.

He grabbed my hands from behind, his penis no longer thrusting inside me, humming: "Ah...so good...so good..." I gasped for breath, my hands gripping the table, feeling incredibly satisfied! "I'm satisfied.

Was it good?" "Mmm...so good...so good...I haven't even finished yet." As he spoke, he pulled his still erect penis out of my vagina. It looked terrifying. The glans was even larger than before, and it was purplish, with visible veins. The entire penis was so taut it looked like it would break at the slightest touch.

He rubbed his penis against my buttocks, and I felt something wet; I guessed it was my vaginal fluid. Then, he pulled me up, pushed me against the wall, lifted my left leg, and my right leg was almost dangling in the air. Without saying a word, *plop... slap!*

He thrust his penis hard into my vagina again, pounding away violently. He was so strong; I couldn't struggle at all. To be honest, this position was very uncomfortable, but it made me orgasm more easily. He thrust in and out a dozen times, faster and faster. My pleasure came in waves, and before this was over, the second wave came. Ah... I reached orgasm again, and he was about to ejaculate. I heard him groan softly: Ah...

My vaginal fluid gushed out again, splashing onto his glans, and he ejaculated. I felt his whole body tremble, his legs sway slightly, and a large gush of hot semen sprayed onto my clitoris. My vagina contracted sharply again, and more vaginal fluid gushed out.

After a few seconds, he pulled out his semi-erect penis and sat there panting. I gasped for breath, my hands on my knees, and stammered, "You...you...how did you ejaculate...inside?!" "

So what if I ejaculated inside? I'm...your husband..." Before he could finish, I went to the bathroom to clean the semen out of my vagina.

As I was bending over, wiping my genitals with toilet paper, the bathroom door swung open, and he walked in. I jumped up abruptly: "You...how did you get in?

This is my house, why can't I come in?" He chuckled, sitting on the toilet and pointing to his newly erect penis. "Come on, sit on it."

I looked at him, thinking: I must satisfy myself today, otherwise who knows when I'll have another chance...

I slowly walked over, spread my legs, aligned my genitals with his taut glans, and slowly sat down. His penis, like a sharp sword, smoothly sliced open my opening, sizzling...all the way to my core. I loved this feeling of fullness. I began to slowly sway my hips, which moved my buttocks, allowing his glans to more thoroughly ravage my core.

His hands gripped my breasts tightly, squeezing them flat, then rubbing my nipples together. The unparalleled pleasure stimulated me to the point of unbearable itch, an itch I couldn't release. Involuntarily, my hips twisted back and forth frantically, his teeth leaving bloody marks on my lower lip. I think he must have been enjoying himself immensely too. I felt his hands kneading my breasts, desperately squeezing my nipples into his breasts, then forcefully pushing them out.

Seeing his satisfied expression, I started to move. I lifted my buttocks up and down repeatedly, then sat down abruptly, both of us groaning. He gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands, and every time I sat down, he would raise his large hand and slap my buttocks, the sound of the slaps making me even more excited. In a strange man's house, I, a wife, was being fucked to the point of ecstasy by a man other than my husband, my buttocks being slapped loudly.

And this man was even younger than me. All of this made me ejaculate wildly: Ah...so good...fuck me to death... He grabbed my waist and lifted and shook me forcefully, helping me thrust in and out.

Ah…ah…I lost it…My vagina contracted violently, it felt like urinating, and my vaginal fluid gushed out, making a sizzling sound.

Without letting me rest, he picked me up from him, threw me onto the toilet, grabbed his penis, and began to masturbate rapidly. After a few strokes, a small stream of semen shot out, then he jerked, and a large gush of hot semen sprayed all over my pubic hair. He slumped to the ground, panting heavily, his pubic hair still covered in my vaginal fluid.

I lay on the toilet, not wanting to move, looking at my pubic hair wet with semen, feeling only satisfaction, my mind blank…

I am 31 years old, married for 3 years. My husband earns a lot of money and is very busy. I usually see him once every two or three weeks, and after a few words, he leaves again in a hurry. I teach at a middle school. I'm not very busy. When I don't have classes, I prepare lessons, surf the internet, and play mahjong. I like to sit in front of the computer after playing mahjong, surf the internet, and then go to sleep. People think I'm lucky to have a capable husband, but they don't know that what truly makes me happy is that I have two husbands, one 33 years old and the other 20.

I met him, my 20-year-old husband, online eight months ago. He listed his age as 32 on QQ. I never realized he was a college student because he never let me see his face during video chats. He's very flirtatious; every time we chat, he makes me blush and my nipples harden. At his insistence, I started calling him "husband." After each chat, I masturbate. He satisfies my loneliness, and I also find satisfaction in masturbation. An insatiable sexual desire. The real transgression began last week.

Last Saturday, I sat down at the computer on time as usual, and he was already waiting for me. We opened the video and started chatting. "

How are you, wife? Missed me?" For some reason, his voice was excited. "

Yeah, really." "

Divorce him and marry me, hehe, you really want to marry me?" "What's so great about you?" "Hehe, what do you want?"

"Well, you not only have to satisfy my mouth up there, but also my lower one."

"Well, the upper one is a bit difficult, but the lower one is no problem.

" "Don't talk nonsense, I don't believe you." "Hmph, let me show you..." As he spoke, he actually stood up and pulled his penis out of his shorts. He pointed the video at his penis and started fiddling with it.

I was shocked by his sudden action and couldn't speak. I just stared at his penis. It wasn't long, but it was definitely thick, standing erect, the foreskin naturally parted, clearly showing the urethral opening.

"Haha, scared now?"

"Scared of what? I've seen it before, quickly put it away." My voice trembled slightly. "

Why should I put it away?" He sat down and started stroking it. "I just want my wife to see how I can satisfy you."

"Hmm, I don't know~~" Watching him stroke his penis back and forth, my breathing became rapid, my chest swelled quickly, my nipples hardened, and my throat felt dry, as if it were on fire. "

How about it, wife, do you want to touch your husband's big cock?" "It's very hard. If you're satisfied with your husband, I'll use it to give you a good time, hehe."

I really hadn't seen or touched a man's penis in a long time, and what he said made me unable to resist; in my heart... The itching was unbearable, and I started to get wet down there, but I still wanted to maintain my womanly composure, so I could only stammer, "Go away, you bad guy, I don't care about that." "

Wife, don't pretend with me, look at your blushing face, you must want it, hehe, tell the truth."

I felt embarrassed, knowing I couldn't hide it anymore, so I said, "Well, husband, I have something to tell you, how long has it been since you tasted a penis?" "

A long time..." I didn't dare look at him. "Husband, why haven't you ejaculated yet... It's not that easy, husband, do you want to see my... hehe." I suddenly had a strong exhibitionist urge, wanting a man to lewdly look at my body, no matter who he was. "

Yes, yes, wife, hurry up..." he said excitedly. "

Then you wait." After saying that, I got up from the chair. I ran quickly to... In the bedroom, I took off my outer clothes, bra, and skirt, changing into a low-cut, off-the-shoulder bra, denim shorts, and black fishnet stockings.

Looking at myself in the mirror, the white bra made my already full breasts appear even more prominent, outlining a deep cleavage. The shorts tightly hugged my rounded hips, befitting a married woman, and the black fishnet stockings made me feel like a shameless prostitute soliciting customers on the street. All of this excited me immensely. It was as if I was no longer the respectable female teacher, but a wanton woman willing to sell my body for physical satisfaction. I quietly returned to the computer, pulled out a chair, and stood in front of him. "

Wow! Honey, you have such a great figure!" he exclaimed excitedly. "

How do you like my outfit?" he said with a seductive smile. "

I love it, I love it so much, honey!" "You're so slutty." He sped up his stroking.

Seeing him quickly stroking my penis, I couldn't help but start posing. I bent over, pointing the video at my chest so he could see my deep cleavage. I squeezed my breasts together, smiling as I rubbed them. My breasts were so sensitive; with just a slight squeeze, my semi-erect nipples quickly swelled completely. I couldn't stop; the more I squeezed, the more I wanted to. Pleasure, like an electric current, shot from my breasts to my genitals. My honey pot was already wet and warm. I moaned softly, tormented by my hands and desire. "

Ah...ah...wife, good wife, be more slutty, faster...I'm going to cum...ah ah...stimulate me..." Under his rapid stroking, his glans had turned purple, and he continued to moan. I turned around, my back to the video, and stuck out my buttocks. Let him admire it.

Ah...ah...what a round, big ass, I love...I love his lewd words so much, they soaked my underwear. I pressed one hand against my breasts and rubbed them haphazardly, while the other hand rubbed between my buttocks, cleft, and vulva through my denim shorts. I dared not use force, as if my vulva were a water-filled balloon, and if I used too much force, the balloon would burst. During my wanton performance, his semen filled the video, making my mouth dry. I really wished he were right in front of me. He wiped the semen off the video, and I saw his penis, still erect.

Ha, honey, your baby is so disobedient, why isn't it coming down yet? You have to teach it a lesson, hee hee...Wife, it couldn't resist seeing you so beautiful and wanton. He said with a grin, "Wife, do you want to really try?"

"Speak up, what are you afraid of?

How do I try?" I asked softly.

"Come to me, okay?"

"Hmm... never mind, I have a husband." Although I really wanted to agree, I hadn't forgotten my responsibilities as a wife. "

What?! He can't satisfy you, but I can! Is he your husband and I'm not?" He got angry. "

But... sweet wife, please, no buts, can you bear to let it stay hard like this?" He shook his penis, pleading with me.

I was amused by him, my face turning red as I said, "Okay, okay, I promise you."

We exchanged phone numbers and agreed that I would go to his house the next day at noon. That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I was tormented by ethics and erotic dreams, but in the end, desire triumphed over ethics. I hadn't felt so satisfied by a man's penis in a long time, and I couldn't take it anymore!

The next day, I got up very early. My heart was itching even more than my genitals. No matter what I did, my genitals were always wet, and I almost masturbated several times. I took a shower first, then tried on each piece of clothing in the closet, and then put them back one by one. I wanted to dress appropriately, yet also to arouse his interest.

It wasn't until eleven o'clock that I made my decision. I chose a white lace bra and a low-waisted white lace panty, a red open-front short-sleeved top, a white suit skirt, and beige stockings. My long hair was casually draped over my shoulders, exuding the mature fullness unique to a married woman. I smiled contentedly, picked up my purse, and went out.

I got into the taxi, and the driver kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, which made me secretly pleased. Suddenly my phone rang. It was my wife, his voice. "I'm kneading dough, haha. What are you kneading dough for? Are you making dumplings for me?" "

No, I'm using the dough as your full breasts. When you come, I'll squeeze them like I'm kneading dough, making them feel comfortable, and then I'll suckle your milk, hehe." He was making my heart flutter. "How can you be so naughty?" "

There's something even naughtier, honey. Is your lower area wet and itchy? When you come, your husband will give you a good scratch. Don't masturbate in the car, or you'll get your pants wet. How will you get out?"

Ah…ah, I couldn't speak. I just felt a tightness in my chest, my mind filled with all sorts of sex positions. My breathing became rapid, I swallowed hard, squeezed my legs together, and secretly rubbed them together. I dared not move my body; if my hips moved even slightly, my juices would overflow. I think that driver must have thought I was a slutty woman, making pornographic calls and pleasuring myself with my legs in a taxi. After those agonizing ten minutes, I paid the fare amidst the driver's contemptuous laughter and slowly walked towards the building across the street, my legs pressed together. Following

his directions, I arrived at room 302. I turned off my phone, calmed myself, and knocked. The door opened quickly. Standing there was a bald man, completely naked. The thick, dark penis I'd seen the night before was erect at his waist. He was about 1.78 meters tall, quite burly, but all of that couldn't hide his youthful face.

"You…you are…?"

"I'm your husband!" He pulled me inside. His apartment wasn't large, a two-bedroom, one-living-room unit, not very tidy, more like a bachelor's dwelling. "You…

how old are you?" I was a little stunned. "

How old do I look to you?" He sat opposite me, legs spread, his penis erect in a defiant manner.

"I can tell you're just a college student, why did you tell me you're 32?"

"No wonder you're a teacher, you're quite accurate. I'm a sophomore." "If I didn't tell you I was 32, you wouldn't be talking to me." He said with a grin. I suddenly felt very embarrassed, unsure whether to stay or leave. "

Does my age matter?" "We get along well, and I can satisfy you, that's enough."

"No, you're so young, I... I can't accept it." I stood up and slowly walked towards the door, but my heart hesitated. His burly body and thick penis were irresistibly attractive; I knew I had fallen in love with his body. Seeing my hesitation, he walked to the door and blocked it. "

Let me go," I pleaded. But he came over and kissed my lips, wrapping his arms around my slender waist. My desire was ignited by this kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, letting his thick tongue roam freely in my mouth. Above was his tongue, inside was my long-suppressed lust. The two combined made it hard for me to breathe.我挣脱了他的嘴唇，急促的喘气。我抬起眼睛看他，他也正盯着我，我问：我都31岁了，你不嫌我老吗？

好老婆，我不嫌呀，你喜欢你成熟，而且还这么丰满，比那20几岁的女孩好多了。

你最坏，就会哄人家，勾搭人家老婆，小坏蛋，看我不让我老公揍你。

哼，他来了我也不怕，我让他看看我是怎么满足你的，嘿嘿你真坏，占了人家老婆，还说风凉话。

他轻轻的舔我嘴唇，我也微微张开红唇，不停的吮吸它。他的双手从我腰间迅速滑到我丰满的臀部，隔着裙子，握住我肥硕的丘肉，把玩起来。他将丘肉向两边掰开，又快速的挤回中间。 Waves of pleasure surged from my anus to my genitals, causing the juices that had been trapped inside to overflow. In no time, my panties were soaked, clinging unpleasantly to my vulva. "

Does it feel good?

I'm so wet, aren't I?" He skillfully unzipped my skirt from behind, and I obediently wiggled my hips, letting him pull it off. "Wife, your legs in stockings are so sexy."

As he spoke, a large hand roamed between my thighs and buttocks, his penis hard against my abdomen. I desperately wanted him to penetrate my wetness and relieve the itch; I couldn't wait any longer. I lifted my left leg, rubbing the inside of my thigh against his hairy, thick leg, my hips twisting and rubbing against his large glans.

"Ah…please…come in quickly, give it to me."

"Wife, what's the rush?" "I haven't had enough fun yet," he said, lifting my legs to his waist. I eagerly crossed my legs behind him, wrapping them tightly around his strong waist. He sat on the sofa, rubbing and licking my cleavage with his nose and tongue. I hugged his neck tightly, pulling in my stomach and thrusting my chest forward in rhythm with him. Waves of heat spread from my chest throughout my body, and my clitoris was unbearably itchy. I could only rub my hips against his hairy thighs to find temporary relief for my wetness.

"Ah... Ah... Husband, good husband, do my breasts taste good?"

"Ah, so fragrant, so tender." "

Then you must eat them well! Of course, I'll drink them until they produce milk... Mmm... You're so naughty, so naughty..." I laughed shyly and hit him, "I won't let you eat them."

I pretended to cover my chest with my hands, but his two strong hands easily pried them apart. Then he flipped up my V-neck, reached into my bra, grabbed one of my breasts, squeezed them together, and lifted it out. He didn't rush to attack my nipples, but instead squeezed and released my breasts, sometimes pulling them apart and shaking them up and down. I had never experienced having my breasts played with like this before. Waves of pleasure traveled from his large hands to my breasts, then converged and traveled to my uterus, stimulating it to secrete love juice incessantly. I felt so good that I would sometimes tilt my head back and sometimes lower it, my hands constantly stroking my ribs.

Ah...husband...I want you...I want...

Hearing my wanton moans, he pressed his fingers against my areolas, extended his index finger, and quickly scratched my nipples with his nail. This stimulation was so intense!

His fingers felt like they were electrified; powerful currents shot from my nipples throughout my body, sending shivers down my spine. My body trembled violently, my head swaying slightly with his rhythm. With each tickle, I unconsciously lowered my head and hunched my shoulders, trying to escape the assault of his fingers.

Even worse was my vagina. It had been drooling non-stop all day, leaving my underwear constantly wet and dry. This time, under his gentle tickling, the flow of fluid was even faster and more profuse, so itchy that I could only clench my legs together to squeeze my labia. A powerful urge to be penetrated relentlessly assaulted my lonely heart, bursting from my throat as moans: "Ah…good husband…ah…"

Hearing my cries of pleasure, he didn't speak, but instead pressed my large breasts together, extending his tongue to lick my nipples rapidly, occasionally sucking them into his mouth and gently biting them with his teeth. I couldn't take it anymore, so I wrapped one arm around his neck and reached down to his crotch with the other, vigorously touching his sensitive spot through his lace panties.

The crotch of his underwear was already soaked and clung tightly to his vulva. The moment I touched it, my fingers immediately became wet. I grasped his hard penis, slightly raised my buttocks, and used his glans to thrust and rub against my opening. Ah...ah...coming...

After just a few thrusts, a large gush of juices poured out from my uterus. I tightly hugged his head, enjoying this long-lost feeling of intense pleasure.

Huff...ah...huff...so good...so good...wife, you're so lewd, you came so quickly, you've soaked my thighs. Haha, my lust was uncontrollable. I quickly got off him, grabbed the edge of the coffee table with both hands, stuck my buttocks high, and writhed while pleading: Husband, good husband, I want more, I want more~~~! No wonder

people say that women in their thirties are like wolves and tigers, I've truly witnessed it, haha, don't rush, don't rush, he walked over with a smile.

"Good husband, please~~~, hurry, hurry..." I'm about to cry. I don't know why, but after my first orgasm, my pussy is itching even more.

Haha, coming, coming. Saying that, he squatted behind my butt, stretched out his middle finger and touched my vulva. "Wife, you're so horny, look how wet you are, like you peed your pants. Oh, how could you be so naughty? Come on, please, good husband, dear husband." I don't know why, the more he humiliated me, the more excited I became. Is it really like what the books say, that women have masochistic tendencies? As I was thinking, he suddenly pulled my underwear down to my knees, grabbed my thighs with both hands, and spread them apart.

I turned around and saw that he was examining my vulva. I was so ashamed that I begged: "Stop it~~~~, it's not like I haven't seen it before, what's so interesting? Good husband, come in quickly. No, I need to see clearly, otherwise I'll get lost. Hehe, good wife, stick your big butt out a little more."

There was no other way, so I lowered my waist even further and raised my buttocks a little higher. "

Hmm, not bad, your vulva is so narrow, it must be very tight. Wife, how many men have you slept with? You weren't a virgin when you married your husband, were you?" "

Why are you asking this?"

"Good wife, tell me quickly, of course I wasn't a virgin when we got married." "Before we got married, I slept with five men, so what?" "

I knew it, your labia majora are so dark, you must have been having your penis in and out a lot." His thumb moved forward a little more. "

Wow! Wife, your clitoris is so big!" he said excitedly.

"Oh, how annoying, come in, come in!" I wiggled

my buttocks and begged him again. "No, let me lick it first," he said, pressing his nose against my buttocks and his tongue against my vulva, starting to lick my pussy. But after a few licks, he stopped, complaining: "You're such a slut, your pussy is so horny, I can't stand it."

His words made me so ashamed I wanted to disappear. My genitals do smell a bit, so for all these years, no man has ever licked my pussy. "

I'll just go straight in and give your cunt a good fucking." He pressed the head of

his penis against my opening, rubbing it slightly. Then he thrust hard. "Ah!" I cried out. I knew that after all these years, my vagina wasn't as tight as it used to be, but I still felt his large glans forcefully pushing it open. I'd encountered penises longer than his, but never one this thick. "Ah… be gentle… be gentle… it's too big… hehe, it's too late to say no now." I felt his penis slightly withdraw from my vagina, thinking he was being gentle, but it turned out he was just building up momentum. He shifted his waist slightly back, then thrust forward with a sharp thud—a crisp sound of genitals colliding.

"Ah!" He was now fully inside my vagina, the head barely touching my clitoris. I felt my entire lower body suddenly swell, and a slow, sharp pain spread through me.

"Ah...it's so tight, wife, you're the best of the best!" he said, sounding very comfortable. "How is it? Is my dick big? Is it as big as your husband's?" "

Big...so big...much bigger than his...good husband...please, move gently." "

Okay, I'm going to move now." He slowly arched his back, his big dick twitching slightly inside my vagina. "

Husband~~, it's too gentle now," I said, turning to look at him. "

Then I won't be polite." He frowned, then slowly pulled the whole penis out, leaving only the glans inside my hole. Before I could turn around, he thrust his hips and began to thrust rapidly. His skill at penetrating was truly amazing! He thrust seven or eight times quickly, then stopped, wiggling his hips, grinding against my clitoris, his hand occasionally flicking my clitoris from below. I felt my vagina sometimes swell and sometimes empty, his penis like an iron rod rubbing tightly against the vaginal walls, intense pleasure surging from both my vagina and clitoris, irresistible to me.

At first it hurt a little, but after a dozen or so thrusts, all that remained was pleasure. I responded to him intensely, my long hair flying back and forth with the sound of his penis slapping against my vagina. Every time he stopped attacking my clitoris, I desperately squeezed my thighs together and tightened my vagina, allowing him to penetrate even deeper.

Ah…so powerful…ah…

I’m fucking you, fucking you, fucking you to death, you slut…ah…you bitch…I’ll make you come to me, I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you until you’re done. I’ll fuck you

until you’re done. He fucked me forty or fifty times, then slowed down, thrusting in slowly but powerfully until he was fully inside and then pulling out, then thrusting in again. I knew he was conserving his energy, so every time he thrust all the way in, I arched my hips to meet his thrusts. After about twenty thrusts like this, he paused briefly, then began to thrust rapidly again. My pleasure had reached its limit, and I was just waiting for this final impact.

So, he thrust in and out rapidly fifteen or sixteen times. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure began to surge from the vaginal walls to my clitoris, stimulating my uterus. I started trembling violently all over. He knew I was about to ejaculate, and with his experience, he reached down to my abdomen and quickly manipulated my clitoris. My cries grew louder: "...I'm coming...I'm coming again..." A surge of heat rushed from my lower abdomen into my vagina. I shook my head in ecstasy, and my vagina contracted rapidly and involuntarily.

He grabbed my hands from behind, his penis no longer thrusting inside me, humming: "Ah...so good...so good..." I gasped for breath, my hands gripping the table, feeling incredibly satisfied! "I'm satisfied.

Was it good?" "Mmm...so good...so good...I haven't even finished yet." As he spoke, he pulled his still erect penis out of my vagina. It looked terrifying. The glans was even larger than before, and it was purplish, with visible veins. The entire penis was so taut it looked like it would break at the slightest touch.

He rubbed his penis against my buttocks, and I felt something wet; I guessed it was my vaginal fluid. Then, he pulled me up, pushed me against the wall, lifted my left leg, and my right leg was almost dangling in the air. Without saying a word, *plop... slap!*

He thrust his penis hard into my vagina again, pounding away violently. He was so strong; I couldn't struggle at all. To be honest, this position was very uncomfortable, but it made me orgasm more easily. He thrust in and out a dozen times, faster and faster. My pleasure came in waves, and before this was over, the second wave came. Ah... I reached orgasm again, and he was about to ejaculate. I heard him groan softly: Ah...

My vaginal fluid gushed out again, splashing onto his glans, and he ejaculated. I felt his whole body tremble, his legs sway slightly, and a large gush of hot semen sprayed onto my clitoris. My vagina contracted sharply again, and more vaginal fluid gushed out.

After a few seconds, he pulled out his semi-erect penis and sat there panting. I gasped for breath, my hands on my knees, and stammered, "You...you...how did you ejaculate...inside?!

What's wrong with ejaculating...inside? I'm...your husband..." Before he could finish, I went to the bathroom and cleaned the semen out of my vagina.

As I was bending over, wiping my genitals with toilet paper, the bathroom door swung open, and he walked in. I jumped up abruptly: "You...how did you get in here?

This is my house, why can't I come in?" He chuckled, sitting on the toilet and pointing to his newly erect penis. "Come on, sit on it."

I looked at him, thinking: I must satisfy myself today, otherwise I don't know when I'll have another chance...

I slowly walked over, spread my legs, aligned my genitals with his taut glans, and slowly sat down. His penis was like a sharp sword, smoothly cutting open my opening, *sizzle*... all the way to my core. I loved this feeling of fullness. I started to slowly twist my slender waist, which moved my hips, allowing his glans to more completely ravage my core.

His hands firmly grasped my breasts, squeezing them flat, then rubbing my nipples together. The incomparable pleasure stimulated me to the point of unbearable itch, with nowhere to vent my inner itching. I involuntarily twisted my hips back and forth, my teeth leaving bloody marks on my lower lip. I think he must have been enjoying himself immensely too. I felt his hands kneading my breasts, desperately squeezing my nipples into my breasts, then forcefully pushing them out.

Seeing his comfortable expression, I started to move. I lifted my buttocks up and down repeatedly, then slammed down, both of us groaning. He gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands, and every time I sat down, he would raise his large hand and slap my buttocks, the sound of the slaps only arousing me more. In a strange man's house, I, a wife, was being fucked to the point of ecstasy by a man other than my husband, my buttocks being slapped repeatedly.

And this man was even younger than me. All of this made me ejaculate wildly with pleasure: Ah...so good...fuck me to death... He grabbed my waist and lifted and shook me forcefully, helping me thrust in and out.

Ah…ah…I lost it…My vagina contracted violently, it felt like urinating, and my vaginal fluid gushed out, making a sizzling sound.

Without letting me rest, he picked me up from him, threw me onto the toilet, and grabbed his penis, quickly stroking it. After a few strokes, a small spurt of semen shot out, then he jerked, and a large gush of hot semen shot all over my pubic hair. He slumped to the ground, panting heavily, his pubic hair covered in my vaginal fluid.

I lay on the toilet, not wanting to move, looking at my pubic hair wet with semen, feeling nothing but satisfaction, my mind completely blank…

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