Chapter 4 – The Night I Said What I Shouldn’t Have Said
That night I decided to go all out one last time. I secretly took two Rocket 1h pills, my cock was as hard as an iron bar, aching from the strain. I walked into the bedroom, my heart pounding. Lan Anh was lying on the bed reading a book, wearing only a thin tank top and white lace panties. Her pink nipples peeked out from under the fabric, her white thighs were half-closed, her pussy slit clearly visible on the thin lace.
I said nothing, rushed forward and pressed my wife down. My hand pulled up her tank top, her two round breasts bounced out. I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked hard, while my other hand squeezed the other until it turned red. Lan Anh was startled, the book fell to the floor, but after a few seconds she moaned:
“Ah… husband… what’s wrong today… so strong…”
I pulled down my wife’s panties, revealing her wet pink pussy. I knelt down, spread her thighs, and licked her frantically from bottom to top. My tongue swept over her swollen clitoris, poked deep into her hole, and then sucked hard. Lan Anh arched her back, her hands gripping the bed sheet tightly, her pussy juices flowing out, wetting my chin:
“Husband… I can’t take it anymore… fuck me… faster…”
I stood up, held my stiff cock and thrust it straight in. One full thrust. My wife’s pussy was still tight, hot, contracting around my cock as if wanting to suck out all the sperm. I thrust like a machine, each thrust deep into her uterus, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room. Lan Anh moaned hoarsely, her eyes rolled back, her juices splashing everywhere each time I pulled out:
“Ahhh… husband… fuck me to death… it feels so good… harder…”
I held my wife on her back, lifted her legs up to my shoulders, and did deep missionary doggy style. My cock was pumping in and out, white cum covering the base of my cock. I was thrusting and kissing my wife, whispering in her ear while we were both in high spirits:
“Baby… I want… I want to see you get fucked by someone else… I want to see you moan under someone else’s cock… I will definitely get better…”
Lan Anh was so happy that her body was trembling. Hearing that sentence felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on her. Her eyes widened, she raised her hand and slapped me hard. SMACK!
“PERVERT! BASTARD!”
She used all her strength to push me away, pulling her wildly contracting pussy out of my cock. Hot pussy juice splashed onto my stomach and chest. She wrapped herself in the blanket, sobbing, cursing me with words I had never heard a wife say:
“How dare you say that to your wife? Get a divorce! I don’t need a sick husband like you anymore!”
I was stunned. My cock was still hard, but my heart was broken. I knelt down beside the bed, hugged my wife’s legs, and cried and begged:
“Baby… I’m sorry… I was so desperate… I just wanted to get well to make you happy… please forgive me…”
She didn’t look at me, just cried. I knelt outside the bedroom door all night. The next morning I bought flowers, bought a gift, knelt again. For three days my wife didn’t talk to me, slept separately, her face cold. There were nights when I lay next to her, didn’t dare to hug her, only dared to look at her pink pussy through her lace panties with tears streaming down.
Finally, after nearly a week, Lan Anh gave in. She sighed and hugged me gently:
“I forgive you… but don’t ever say those things again. I just need you.”
I nodded vigorously, kissed my wife, and hugged her tightly. But from then on, every time I wanted to be close, my wife avoided me. When I did, she just lay still, eyes closed, not moaning, not arching her back, not squirting like before. After a few thrusts, she turned away and said, “I’m tired.”
I knew I had hurt her deeply. But the thought, the thought of watching her being fucked by someone else, still burned in my mind every night. My cock only got hard when I imagined it. And I knew, sooner or later, I would do it.
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