Reviving the Wild Beast-Like Lust in a Housewife Whose Pussy Had Dried Up

Reviving the Wild Beast-Like Lust in a Housewife Whose Pussy Had Dried Up

Chapter 1: The Dried-Up Daily Life and the Crack

My name is Misaki Sato, 35 years old, a housewife married for 10 years, 168 cm tall, E-cup breasts slightly sagging from childbirth but still full, hips wide and round, long black hair casually pinned up, skin pale but lacking glow. My husband is an ordinary salaryman; our sex life turned into a monthly routine from the fifth year of marriage, always rushed—he finishes fast, I barely get wet.

My pussy has been dry for three years.

No orgasms, no desire, not even interest in masturbation.

Until that man appeared.

He’s the new neighbor, a fitness trainer named Takashi Takahashi, 28 years old, 190 cm tall, sculpted muscles, short black hair, eyes always sharp like a hunter’s. He jogs in the community park every morning, sweat running down his chiseled chest, the bulge in his shorts making my heart race whenever I steal glances.

One day while walking in the park, I twisted my ankle—he happened to jog by and helped me up.

His rough, strong palm held my waist, fingertips accidentally brushing my ass crack.

In that instant, my pussy—

for the first time in three years—

twitched slightly.

Chapter 2: The Temptation of Massage

Takashi offered to massage my ankle.

I inexplicably agreed.

He took me to his living room,

had me lie on a yoga mat,

removed my shoes and socks,

his large hands gripping my foot,

thumbs pressing hard into the pressure points.

“Misaki-san, it’s really tight here…”

His voice was low,

hot breath spraying across my toes.

I closed my eyes,

but felt his gaze burning across my inner thighs.

The massage moved from ankle

to calf,

to thigh root,

his fingertips getting closer to my panty edge.

“Misaki-san… you’re stiff here too.”

He suddenly pressed the most sensitive spot on my inner thigh,

I let out an “ah,”

my pussy instantly wet.

He smiled like a devil:

“Looks like… Misaki-san’s body isn’t completely dried up yet.”

That day, he didn’t go further.

But when I got home,

I masturbated for the first time in three years.

My mind full of his hands,

his scent,

the outline of his cock.

Chapter 3: Complete Collapse

From then on, I became Takashi’s exclusive fucktoy.

• Mornings: He’d come over after jogging, covered in sweat, pin me against the kitchen counter,
  fuck me from behind while saying, “Misaki-san’s slutty pussy… is tightest in the morning…”
• Afternoons: While my husband napped, he’d sneak in,
  make me ride him on the living room sofa,
  his massive cock hitting my cervix, making me cry and beg, “Takashi… harder… ruin Misaki…”
• Nights: After my husband fell asleep, he’d climb in from the balcony,
  fuck me until dawn,
  filling my womb,
  making my belly bulge,
  cum flowing down my thighs onto the sheets.

I grew crazier.

Started buying erotic lingerie,

wearing revealing clothes in front of my husband,

letting Takashi play with my pussy under the dinner table.

The most depraved time was in the community park.

Late at night with no one around, he pinned me on a bench,

fucking me under the streetlights,

I came so hard I nearly got caught by a patrolling guard.

Chapter 4: Reality’s Absurd Peak

At seven months pregnant, Misaki’s belly was large,

movement limited,

but her libido hit its peak.

She started demanding even more depraved play.

• Pressing her pregnant belly on my face, forcing me to lick until she squirted
• Making me fuck her from behind while holding her belly,
  moaning as I thrust, “Hubby… the baby’s listening… hearing Daddy fuck Mommy…”

The most absurd time was on the way back from a prenatal checkup.

She suddenly went into heat in the car,

reclined the seat,

belly up,

making me finger her while driving.

“Hubby… hurry… Misaki wants… to cum in the car for the baby to hear…”

I nearly crashed.

Chapter 5: The Final Frenzy Before Birth

Nine months pregnant, the day before labor.

Misaki turned the house into an erotic dungeon:

red candles, whips, collars, vibrators.

She waddled with her huge belly,

knelt before me,

offering the collar with both hands:

“Hubby… one last time…

train Misaki into… a forever-in-heat pregnant fucktoy…”

I tied her to the bed,

dripped candle wax on her swollen nipples,

she screamed and came,

milk spraying.

I fucked her from behind,

careful not to press her belly,

yet pounding until she sobbed:

“Hubby… harder… fuck Misaki’s womb… until I give birth…!”

I came six times,

the last one making her squirt so hard her water broke,

amniotic fluid mixing with her juices.

She cried and hugged me:

“Hubby… thank you…

for turning Misaki from a dried-up corpse…

into a woman who’s truly alive…”

Chapter 6: Ending — A Brand New Beginning

The baby was born healthy—a boy.

During her postpartum recovery,

Misaki’s libido remained terrifying.

She’d put the baby in the cradle at night,

then climb into my bed,

riding me with her still-recovering pussy:

“Hubby… Mommy’s milk is overflowing…

come suck Mommy’s tits… fuck Mommy while you drink…”

A year later,

we had our second child.

Misaki’s figure recovered even better,

breasts larger, ass rounder,

but her libido stayed forever at pregnancy peak.

Every day she’d say to me:

“Hubby… Misaki’s slutty pussy… belongs to you forever…

Thank you… for bringing me back to life.”

I hold her tight,

feeling the heat inside her,

knowing—

this once-dried-up housewife

has fully awakened into

a beast that goes into heat only for me,

forever.

(End)