Chapter 1 — After Tasting Something Different

I can't disappoint my husband tonight—he's clearly looking forward to it—so I'll have to spread my pussy for him.

Truthfully, I don't want to sleep with him at all, but he works hard for our family, and I can't just turn him down. Tonight, I'll give him a taste of my cunt.

I already let him come in my mouth during my period, but how satisfying is that for a man? Men need to come inside a pussy—that's the only way they're truly satisfied.

He's probably already in bed, naked, waiting for me with eager eyes. I hurried the kids off to their rooms and went to shower.

I've always loved hot showers—the scalding water running down my body sends a thrilling heat through me, and I never get tired of it.

On nights like this, I pay special attention to my pussy.

I lather it with soap and scrub thoroughly, even sliding a finger deep inside to clean every crevice. It's a small courtesy to the man who'll be fucking me.

After drying off with a towel, I put on just my panties. It still feels strange to be shy—I'll be naked soon anyway, and we'll be sucking and touching each other's cocks and cunts.

I climbed onto the bed in only my panties, and my husband pulled me close, searching for my lips.

I don't mind the faint smell of cigarettes on his breath—maybe I could even take up smoking myself.

Our kiss deepens, tongues sliding against each other, while his hands move to my breasts.

I've always been self-conscious about their small size, but he says they fit perfectly in his hands. I don't fully believe him, but I appreciate the effort.

His hands trail lower, reaching for my panties. I lift my hips to help him pull them off.

Now, both of us are completely naked—back to the primal state—devouring each other's bodies. My legs part.

Everything follows the same routine, the same rhythm. I know exactly what comes next, and it does nothing to heighten my arousal.

His large hand covers my entire pussy, gently rubbing. His mouth teases each sparse pubic hair, tugging and licking like he's counting them one by one.

Heat begins to rise from my cunt. I don't really want this sex, but my body betrays me—no matter how reluctant I feel, it responds quickly when he touches, sucks, and licks.

His tongue traces the slit of my pussy, moving up and down from near my asshole, and before I know it, moans slip from my lips.

“Baby… yes, that's good. Mmm… a little higher…”

“You moan like you love it, yet you keep refusing me.”

He says that because I only spread for him after begging me several times, as if he's doing me a favor.

Before, I used to give him subtle hints that I wanted it, but lately, with how often I've been rejecting him, he's started to suspect something.

But I've always denied it so firmly that his doubts remain just a faint whisper in the back of his mind—easily dismissed. I wish I could open up for him more often, but I just can't.

Not after I've tasted another man.

Ever since I felt a different man's cock, my husband's predictable sex has lost all appeal.

I gave my virginity to my first love, and my second man was my current husband. Back then, with so little experience, I thought all sex was the same—just something you do.

But after being overwhelmed by another man's intense foreplay—after fainting from pleasure multiple times—after feeling a cock fill my pussy so completely that I realized this was real sex—I've only spread for my husband out of obligation, worn down by his persistent demands.

Was it around this time last year? I went to a nightclub with two friends. I don't usually go to crowded places, but I couldn't refuse their insistent pleas.

I never imagined that night would be my first experience with multiple orgasms.

After my body convulsed from one earth-shattering climax, I was sipping a drink to catch my breath when a booting invitation came.

I refused at first, but the waiter was relentless, and my two friends egged me on until I had no choice but to join them.

At first glance, he seemed decent—well-dressed, solid build, good manners. I thought, Not bad for a booting.

The loud disco music started again, and people flooded the dance floor.

We joined in, swaying to the beat.

The men danced impressively well—probably used to charming women.

When the music shifted to blues, one man extended his hand, and I found myself in a stranger's arms. The young man's scent, close to my nose, wasn't unpleasant at all.

Sensing my openness, his hand began lightly caressing my ass.

I pretended not to notice, but then something hard pressed against my pussy mound.

Startled, I looked down—his foot had slipped between my legs, stimulating my pussy with every movement.

The thrill of that moment—how can I even describe it?

I grew increasingly aroused, breath quickening. I knew I shouldn't, but while my mind resisted, my body craved more stimulation.

If only we were alone, I would've ripped off all my clothes without hesitation.

“You're truly beautiful. I'm so glad to meet someone as stunning as you tonight.”

“Oh, you're joking. Beautiful? I'm just an old housewife.”

“Old? You're absolutely beautiful.”

“Ugh~” A moan escaped me involuntarily. As we talked, I felt his hot breath against my ear—then, though still clothed, his hand was already on my pussy.

Flustered, I tried to pull away, but then I felt his cock swelling under his clothes, pressing firmly against my mound.

My strength drained, and I nearly collapsed. Instead, he pulled me tighter, gripping my ass with one hand and forcefully grinding his lower body against mine.

I could feel every inch of his cock. It felt huge. I couldn't hide the blush spreading across my face.

Now, his hands grew bolder—groping my breasts, rubbing my pussy up and down, biting my earlobe.

I struggled to resist, but at some point, I must've lost consciousness of my surroundings. When I came to, his hand was inside my pants, fingers kneading my pussy, one finger already deep inside my hole—while my own hand was wrapped around his cock.

If the music hadn't stopped, who knows what would've happened on that packed dance floor.

After he zipped me up and patted my ass, I returned to our table with an awkward smile.

My friends looked just as flushed as I did.

We naturally paired off again, and he pulled me into his lap, offering me a drink.

I would've been too embarrassed if I were the only one, but seeing my friends similarly embraced by their partners made it slightly easier.

After a sip, he took my hand and placed it on his thigh—hot and firm beneath my palm. I glanced at my friends: one, in a skirt, had her hem hiked up, her panties partially visible, the rest hidden under a man's hand; the other was locked in a deep kiss.

Is this why housewives go to nightclubs? I wondered, watching them enjoy themselves without a trace of guilt.

“Want to go outside for some fresh air?”

That was exactly what I wanted to say—but he said it first. Before I could even respond, my body was already moving.

Outside, the cold air hit my face, but it felt incredibly refreshing.

“Shall we take a short walk?”

Without waiting for an answer, he linked arms with me, leading me forward—more like being pulled along.

I kept my head down, worried about running into someone I knew, when I heard a door open. I looked up—we were walking into a motel.

Before I could protest, he said, “Let's just rest for a moment,” and in the blink of an eye, he was at the counter, paying, grabbing the key, and pulling me inside.

I was in the room before I could even voice my thoughts.

The moment we entered, he pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me deeply. His tongue explored my lips, then forced its way into my mouth.

I tried to keep my tongue away, but when he yanked my ass hard, his cock pressed against my pussy, making me gasp—my mouth half-open—and his tongue slipped in, ravaging every corner.

After feeling his cock against my mound, my hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, and I kissed him back passionately.

Our tongues twisted together, exchanging saliva, while his hands roughly kneaded my breasts.

His leg pushed between mine, pressing his cock even more firmly against me. My breath grew ragged, and my pussy started dripping.

Mid-kiss, I realized his hand was unzipping my pants. But the wetness soaking my pussy was proof enough—my rational mind was long gone. I had neither the will nor the desire to stop.

My pants dropped. Blouse, bra, panties—one by one, they fell from my body.

He lifted me up completely naked and carried me to the bed in a few strides.

Then he stood before me, demanding I undress him.

I couldn't refuse. One by one, I peeled off his clothes.

When I pulled down his last piece—his underwear—his cock sprang up, fully erect, so powerful I could feel its strength radiating.

I gripped it, stroking slowly from base to tip. A groan burst from his lips—raw, impossible to hold back.

I kept jerking him off, up and down, when suddenly he thrust forward, and his cock nudged my lips.

It was obvious, wasn't it? He wanted me to suck it.

Since I'd already decided to enjoy this, why hold back?

I opened my mouth, and his cock slid in.

Using my lips and tongue, I licked and sucked from the head down to his balls, gently biting here and there.

“Mmm, yes, yes… that's it, just like that.”

He sounded like he was dying from pleasure.

He grabbed my head, thrusting in and out—sometimes hitting the back of my throat, making it hurt.

His cock was much thicker and longer than my husband's. I'd never had anything this big. I actually worried—would it hurt when he entered me?

When his cock slipped out, I felt empty. Then my legs were suddenly spread wide apart. He held my knees, pulling them open, staring intensely at my pussy.

My sparse pubic hair left nothing hidden—my entire pussy exposed.

“Ah… haven't seen such a pretty pussy in a long time.”

Then he dropped to his knees and licked me from my asshole upward.

The sensation—oh God. It shot through my spine and spread through my entire body, unlike anything my husband had ever made me feel.

Instinctively, I grabbed his head, pulling him deeper into my pussy, fully embracing the thrill of being eaten out by a stranger for the first time.

Every inch of my body felt like an erogenous zone. Wherever his hands, lips, and tongue touched, my body jumped and trembled.

In that dizzying, euphoric state, I frantically jerked his cock, refusing to let go of the pleasure.

I came twice just from foreplay. Exhausted, I lay there—when suddenly he lifted my legs onto his shoulders. Then I felt something hot press against my pussy.

Ah! He's going to enter me now.

My eager pussy was dripping, and his thick cockhead slowly pushed into my opening.

“Ah! Baby, yes, so good… Ah! Your cock… it's so good…”

“Easy… slow down…”

My pussy was flooded, yet his thick, firm cock slid in—so full, so good, I almost felt pain.

Once fully inside, his cock danced inside me. How many times did my hips lift and fall? Up and down, over and over.

We flipped positions, switched angles—his wild, inventive moves pushed me to the edge. I was so aroused I thought I might die. I came so many times I lost count.

I'd never come this much after sex before. My mind felt completely empty—blissfully hollow.

Now, he was nearing his climax.

He thrust harder, grunting incoherently, pounding into me. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, clinging to the final thread of pleasure, matching his intensity with my own wild movements.

Then, a hot stream erupted deep inside my pussy. His movements slowed, and he collapsed on top of me, catching his breath.

“Baby… that was amazing.”

“Yeah… it's been a long time since I've had a real pussy like this. So good.”

“Really? You liked my pussy?”

“Of course. Your pussy is incredible. Whoever your husband is, he's a lucky man. To get to fuck this every day…”

His softening cock slipped out of my pussy, and I felt an overwhelming emptiness, like my chest had been hollowed out.

“Should we head home now?”

That snapped me back to reality.

“What about the other friends? Are they still there?”

“Haha, don't worry. They're probably enjoying themselves just like we did.”

“Really? They're not that kind of people.”

“Then why are you here?”

I had no answer. He was right. Who could've imagined that I—a married woman—would meet a stranger, strip naked, and carry on a shameless conversation like this?

“Come here. Let me wash you.”

He took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

I tried to refuse, but he insisted—wanted to see my pussy one more time—and gently, thoroughly washed me, just like a mother bathing her child.

When he cleaned my pussy, he did it with such care, such tenderness—it felt so sweet, so endearing. I washed his cock in return, and we promised to meet again before parting.

As he put me in a taxi, his whispered words still echo in my ears:

“Your pussy… it was really good.”

That night started it all. For nearly a year, I've been spreading for him—no wonder my husband feels dull in comparison.

Now, my husband lies back. It's my turn to pleasure him.

I swirl my tongue around his nipples, gently bite with my teeth, trail down past his navel, and take his cock into my mouth.

I once thought this cock was the best—but now I know better. My body has learned there are far better ones.

He gets excited, pushes me down, spreads my legs, lines up his cock, and slides in.

The pace quickens. Just as my pussy begins to warm with sensation, he lies back, and I climb on top.

I grip his cock, guide it to my entrance, and slowly lower my hips—his cock sinks deep inside.

I rock up and down vigorously until his cock erupts, spilling hot cum inside me.

At that moment, a brilliant explosion ripples through my body.

Before, I used to come two or three times with my husband in a single session. Now, I'm lucky to come once—or sometimes, he comes and I don't.

Even as I finish with my husband, my mind drifts to the man I'll be with tomorrow—our next wild, passionate encounter. I head to the bathroom, already craving him.