Post Date December, 03 2023
I have a pair of big breasts that fascinate men and make women jealous.
What I hate is that men always stare at my chest, but my husband is different.
He is the technology of our office, and the ordinary people are very good. As long as our editors need anything, he will come to help very gentlemanly. Unlike other technologies, they never take the initiative to help us.
That's why I feel more and more fond of this man. He seems to keep a certain distance from me because of that matter, which makes me very upset.
There are also some men in the office who began to covet me. There are even direct pursuits. But I don't pay attention at all. I only pay attention to that person.
But to my dismay, he has been unwilling to have much contact with me. There were times when I had something to ask him for. He either came here for a short time and left after finishing his work. Or just ask someone else to do it for me. There was no chance to talk to him more. Some colleagues even thought that I had something wrong with him.
All this made me feel at a loss. Just when I was about to give up, I finally had a chance to get along with him alone.
That time, we need to make a special topic, which is particularly urgent. We need to work overtime. The Development Department sent him to work overtime with me. But I am so happy. Finally, I have a chance to make good contact with him.
But he was silent all the time. When I went to find him, he just sent me away in a few words. I can't help feeling a little discouraged. I even wonder if he really hates me.
So when I got off work, I couldn't help holding him. He was very surprised at that time. I was so angry that I asked him, what exactly does he hate me?
The result made him shake his head, and I found that he didn't dare to look at me. This amused me, so I asked him, what are you afraid of me?
He shook his head even harder. I stood up and asked him why he wanted to hide from himself?
As a result, the other party was silent... We insisted for a long time, but he just didn't want to talk. My eyes are red with anger. I really don't know what he is thinking. Finally, I sighed and planned to leave, but he held me.
When I stared at him, he slowly raised his head and hesitated to say that he was doing this because... he liked me.
This is really exciting news for me! I took a look at him and said why he likes me and hides from me. He said that he felt inferior to me. I was silent, and he looked at me carefully. That kind of very sincere eyes, I didn't look down at all. I just said to him: in fact, I also like you.
This time, he was shocked. I pinched his face and said to him, it's settled. Let's be together. Then I went home.
In this way, I turned my husband around. After the communication, he still kept a certain distance. When walking on the road, I threw myself on his arm, and he would blush, and then slightly separated from my chest. Even the day before we got married, he always kept this style.
I always thought this was because my husband was a very gentleman. But what I didn't expect was that the wedding night put me in an irreversible situation
On the wedding day, although tired, I felt very happy. We didn't get back to our new home until very late. I knew that the next was the so-called wedding night. I am nervous and excited.
Nervous and shy, my husband and I said that I went to take a bath first and didn't dare to see him again, so I rushed into the bathroom with my clothes.
In fact, this is my first time. I don't allow men who have been with me before to touch me. That's why I'm so nervous. The wedding night I am looking forward to should be very beautiful. My husband is so gentle on weekdays, so it must be nice tonight.
I just didn't think that what is waiting for me is not heaven, but hell.
After washing, I came out in my pajamas and found my husband sitting in the living room. He looked up when I came out. His eyes seemed a little tired and inexplicable. But he smiled shallowly. I hurried him to take a bath and then entered the room.
When I entered the room, I nervously got under the bed. Until I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, I slowly took off my clothes and wrapped myself in a quilt. Wait for her husband to come back.
Soon, I heard the door opened and my husband's gentle footsteps. Because it is sideways, I can't see what he is doing at all. I only know that he seems to have opened the drawer, as if he was taking something, and then went into the quilt.
He began to knead my chest, and my whole body shook when his fingers crossed. His breathing is heavier. He whispered in my ear, "Baby, your breasts are so sexy.".
I was confused at that time. I just felt that he was praising me, but I didn't realize that he was praising my breast. I was too shy to speak, but he suddenly turned me over. I thought he was going to kiss me, but suddenly I found a shadow covering me, and then my hands were pulled. Before I understood it, I was tied to the bedside, and I woke up completely.
Shamed and angry, I asked him aloud: What are you doing? But he bowed his head and kissed my lips, then bit my ears, causing me to soften in bursts. I really have no strength to ask why. I don't have any pleasure now. I just feel pain.
He was like a psychopath, burying his head in my chest and kissing me hard. It made me ache and swell, and my initial excitement was gone. I have been struggling, but my strength can't match him. I can only be trampled on my chest by him.
He seems to get a toy he wants for a long time.
He finally let me go. As soon as I let go, I would bite him and hit him. He did as I wished, and did not sleep with me until he lost his strength.
This is my wedding night. I cried all night.
I thought it was just a rise of my husband or something. The next day, I felt even more miserable. Since his wedding day, he has always trampled on my breast when he made love. I asked for a divorce several times, and he knelt down and begged me. My heart softened again.
As long as he doesn't have sex on weekdays, he will be obedient to me and respect my parents like his own parents. What I want, no matter how hard it is, it will satisfy me. I occasionally lose my temper, and he always let me down.
I can't understand why my husband is so infatuated with my breasts, even a little morbid. I once tried to talk to him about it. At first, he seemed to be very taboo. Later, as soon as he said this, he became angry. When I cried, he came to coax me again. Several times, I have no strength to talk about it with him again.
For a time, the breast became particularly painful, especially when something happened. I went to the doctor, who told me that it was caused by improper sexual life. I cried all over my face when I came home. My husband asked me what was wrong? When I said this, he was silent. Then he hugged me tightly and I began to beat him. He did not resist. At the end of crying, I told him not to treat my breast like this. He seemed to struggle, but finally agreed to me.
At night, he used to make love with me very gently, but half of it seemed to be uncontrollable, and he began to trample my breast again. My heart is completely cold. I feel that my world has completely collapsed.
This time, I did not resist, but cried silently. After his climax, he held me to wipe my tears, and I turned my head.
The next day, I resolutely filed for divorce. He still knelt down and asked for my forgiveness, and I left without looking back. I can't forgive him any more, although I'm pregnant with his flesh and blood. But I can't stand this kind of life anymore.
The court finally decided on the day of divorce. I wore the dress I met him for the first time, just as I met him for the first time. But he is no longer the same as he was. His face is full of dregs and his eyes are tired and unbearable.
I turned around with a smile and tears came down. I think I will give birth to a baby in my belly and recall our beginning.
