Chapter 20: Husband's Lewd Request
Liu Yan's face flushed red the moment she heard him. The black lace nightgown she wore tonight was indeed quite revealing, its plunging neckline exposing her snowy cleavage. With no bra underneath, her two perky crimson nipples were faintly visible.
Ever since leaving Gu County, Xu Zhipeng hadn't seen his wife for months. They said a short separation made the heart grow fonder, like a second honeymoon. He'd already felt a stir at the sight of her alluring, seductive beauty, but now, glimpsing her sexy, fiery figure beneath the gown, his desire surged uncontrollably. His cock stiffened hard in his pants. Luckily, he'd chosen a corner spot at the internet cafe—no one could see.
"Honey, just let me take a good look, okay? It's been so long since we saw each other. I miss you like crazy."
Seeing her shy reaction, Xu Zhipeng whispered into his headset, careful not to let anyone nearby hear.
"This isn't right. It's too embarrassing."
Liu Yan's cheeks burned. She'd seen couples flirting or even making love over video calls at night, but she'd never done anything so bold and avant-garde herself.
"What's wrong with it? We're married, aren't we?"
Xu Zhipeng coaxed her patiently. "I've seen every inch of you—not just seen, but touched. This is nothing. Foreigners are way more open. Couples get bored doing it at home and go to crowded places instead. Isn't that thrilling? That's real living. We've been wasting our lives."
"What are you even saying? Aren't you ashamed?"
Liu Yan's face burned with embarrassment. She wanted to refuse her husband's request, but thinking back to how she'd let Ma Jun toy with her body at noon, she felt a pang of guilt. She couldn't even satisfy this simple demand from her own husband. Under his persistent pleading, she finally relented. She slipped one strap of her nightgown off her shoulder, and soon a massive, perfectly round breast spilled into view on the screen, jiggling enticingly toward the camera.
Xu Zhipeng's eyes widened at the sight of his wife's snowy Big breasts. His breathing quickened. Though he'd seen countless beauties since arriving down south, none matched his wife's stunning looks and figure. Watching all those loving couples kiss and embrace daily had stoked his longing for her flesh. He couldn't help sliding a hand into his crotch to stroke his rock-hard cock. "Honey, keep going," he gasped. "You're so beautiful. I want to kiss you."
His words stirred Liu Yan's own desire, washing away her last shred of hesitation. She shrugged the nightgown completely off her shoulders, baring her creamy, voluptuous upper body. Her two elastic, magnificent tits stood fully exposed, defying gravity with proud defiance—like twin snow-capped peaks begging to be scaled.
Xu Zhipeng swallowed hard, wishing he could dive through the screen to grab those huge tits and knead them roughly. His cock throbbed painfully. Glancing around to ensure no one noticed, he quietly unzipped his pants, pulled aside his underwear, and fished out his rigid shaft. He began stroking slowly.
"Honey, your tits are so fucking sexy. I want to suck on them."
Xu Zhipeng pumped his cock furiously, his voice hoarse with urgency.
His words made Liu Yan blush even deeper. Her hands instinctively cupped her chest, shielding the erotic sight, while her thighs clamped tight. A tingle shot through her pussy—she ached for her husband's cock to plunge in and scratch that itch.
Xu Zhipeng jerked harder at the sight of her pale, plump body, imagining his cock slamming into her tender hole. That delicate pussy would clench around him, hot and slick, its walls writhing and sucking him in waves of exquisite pleasure.
"Ah... honey, I can't hold it... I'm gonna cum."
Xu Zhipeng sucked in a breath, his body shuddering. His dam burst. He stroked frantically a few more times, and his cockhead jerked violently, spurting thick ropes of semen all over the screen.
"There, happy now?"
Liu Yan spotted the splatters on her screen and blushed furiously. She quickly pulled her nightgown back on. Even in front of her husband, baring herself like this felt awkward—especially since he was in public. What if someone saw?
"Honey, take off your panties. Let me see."
Xu Zhipeng, still unsatisfied after feasting on her breasts, grinned and pressed further.
"Absolutely not. If you keep this up, I'm ending the call."
Liu Yan's expression hardened. Letting him see her tits over the screen was already her limit. Exposing her pussy was way beyond it.
Seeing her firm refusal, Xu Zhipeng gave up reluctantly. But as her tempting breasts swayed on screen, an idea struck. He grabbed his phone from the table and snapped several photos. He could savor them later—or jerk off to them.
"Zhipeng, what are you doing?"
Liu Yan hurriedly covered her chest with a playful pout. "Delete those photos right now! What if someone sees them?"
"Honey, just let me keep them."
Xu Zhipeng chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't show anyone. I just want something to look at when I miss you. You have no idea how hard it is without you."
His words softened her heart, and she reluctantly agreed—but not without sternly warning him never to let anyone else see them, or she'd die of shame.
They chatted a bit longer until Xu Zhipeng's phone rang. He answered, said a few words, and hung up. "Honey, the boss needs me. We'll video another time."
He lingered, gazing at her reluctantly, before shutting off his camera.
Liu Yan logged off too, staring at the blank screen with a hollow ache in her chest. It wasn't even nine yet. Her routine was clockwork: dinner, bath, some educational reading, then bed.
But tonight, fresh from her intimate chat with her husband, excitement buzzed through her—no sleep in sight. Their flirty exchange had awakened her pent-up lust, leaving her restless. She paced to the living room for a big glass of cool water, but the heat lingered. Back in the bedroom, the empty double bed filled her with lonely sorrow. Was this her life—endless days of torment? She might as well have joined him down south.
Yet Liu Yan craved stability, not the nomadic hustle of big cities. Gu County might not be as prosperous or lucrative, but the slow pace suited her. She loved her job too—the simple relationships at school. Principal Li Jianjun lusted after her but wouldn't force himself. Feng Kun had been her biggest headache, but after the nude photo scandal cost him his director position, he wasn't as brazen. Lately, though, Li Wen's slutty antics grated on her most.
Thinking of Li Wen's brazen, whorish ways made Liu Yan seethe. She'd always ignored the woman's style before, but now Li Wen was targeting Ma Jun—something she absolutely couldn't tolerate.
How would she face Ma Jun's mother if that vixen dragged him into her web? Liu Yan had fully embraced her role as his cousin, forgetting Ma Jun had already bedded their homeroom teacher Zhang Li—and that very afternoon, she'd let his thick, long cock ravage her voluptuous body until he unleashed inside her. Some cousin she was.
Sighing at the tangled, messy bond with Ma Jun, Liu Yan climbed into bed. No matter how she looked at it, she shouldn't let this absurd affair continue. She'd guarded her final line, denying him her pussy, but that was just self-deception. Could she claim innocence? Her tender white hands had stroked his fiery cock; his hot cum had splashed across her body—privileges meant only for her husband.
Yet a boy had claimed them.
Her mind flipped between her distant husband in the south and the persistent Ma Jun. Worries knotted her gut—what to do? She never should have let Ma Jun get close. Back then, she'd naively thought she could guide him to study hard and stay on the straight path. But he'd already tasted pussy with Zhang Li, knew the joys of sex. How could he stop? Her words were futile, and she'd only ensnared herself.
Imagining Ma Jun and Zhang Li fucking daily in the office, Zhang Li blooming with even more allure under his nourishment, Liu Yan silently blamed her. How could she indulge him so? Seducing your own student at her age, with a husband right there? Pure horniness. In that, Zhang Li was no different from Li Wen. Li Wen just flaunted it more and targeted Liu Yan, fueling her resentment. Really, Zhang Li deserved her enmity most.
Still, Liu Yan understood Zhang Li's plight. Her own marriage felt distant after just a few years—how must it be after twenty? Especially with Ma Jun's massive cock; few women could resist.
The image of Ma Jun's thick, enormous dick flashed in her mind, stirring her unrest. She recalled noon, his fat cockhead battering her pussy lips in delirious frenzy. Her hole itched like ants crawling inside, achingly empty. She closed her eyes slowly, slipping a hand into her panties to stroke her slick folds.
As her fingers delved into her pussy, Liu Yan moaned softly. One hand kneaded her tender breast. Electricity coursed through her, thighs writhing, plump ass grinding wet trails on the sheets.
"Ah, Zhipeng... I can't take it."
In her heart, she cried her husband's name, fingers plunging deep. Her flushed face glowed with seductive allure. Liu Yan, the lonely, busty wife, teetered on the edge of desire—wondering how much longer she could hold out before tumbling into depravity's abyss.