The Wife's Moans (Part Two)

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July is the busiest month. The company started a system-wide maintenance and upgrade, and I was responsible for the most projects. That's why the company arranged for people to go on vacation after the quarterly maintenance, and I was assigned one of those spots. I always had to work overtime until 11 pm before I could go home. Mengying was very considerate; she would always heat up the food before I got home and wait for me to eat. She would go to sleep first. I felt so lucky to have such a good wife. I felt a little regretful about my promise to Ansheng next month, but since I had already agreed, I couldn't go back on my word.

One time, I came home from work and found a note from Mengying: "Heat up the food yourself. I'm tired and going to sleep." It suddenly reminded me of a story: a husband comes home late from work, the wife prepares the food, and then leaves a note saying, "The food is in the pot, I'm in bed," using such ambiguous language to hint at her husband's feelings.

Of course, Mengying wouldn't do that; she was genuinely tired when she left the note. I ate dinner, climbed into bed, and found Mengying already asleep, breathing softly. We hadn't made love for over a week, and I suddenly felt a strong urge. I wanted to wake her, but I pulled my hand back. I couldn't bear to disturb her; after all, she had sacrificed so much.

But I was incredibly aroused. I thought about it all night and decided to take care of it with my wife the next morning, since I was given the day off by the company.

In the morning, I woke up early and saw my beautiful wife beside me. Her black bra was faintly visible under her thin nightgown, her full, round buttocks were plump, and her long, beautiful legs were curled up, peeking out from under the blanket. I felt a surge of desire again. I lifted the blanket and touched my wife's smooth legs, then moved upwards, kneading her firm, elastic buttocks. Then I slipped my hand inside Mengying's bra, grasping her full, soft breasts, and pressed my lower body against her pert buttocks through her underwear, feeling the elasticity of her flesh.

A moment later, my wife woke up and saw me touching her softness. She scolded me angrily, "What are you doing so early in the morning? Ah... let go. I have to go to work." I persisted, reaching down to touch her genitals. Her warm genitals, partially obscured by fine pubic hair, looked exceptionally soft and mysterious. "It's still early. Let's do it. It's been so long. I can't hold back anymore." "Then hurry up, you're so annoying." I pressed down on her, licking and sucking her beautiful shoulders and breasts, my hands constantly playing with her clitoris and labia amidst the dark pubic hair. Slowly, Mengying's lower body began to get wet. I especially loved touching her genitals. Her pubic hair felt so fine and soft, and her pink labia were faintly visible in the middle. That wet and slippery feeling made me unable to put it down. "Mmm, come on, you can come in now, it's getting late. Mmm... ah..." Mengying panted softly, her lower body already very wet.

I was just about to pull down my pants when my phone rang. Who could be so annoying as to call at this hour? It was my boss. I jumped up and answered. He said a critical piece of equipment malfunctioned at 4 AM last night, and the new employee couldn't handle it. The equipment was still down. He wanted me to call the employee and guide him. The operation of this critical equipment was crucial to the company's profits; if prolonged downtime affected operations, the consequences would be severe. I called a colleague, asked about the specific problem, and had him follow my instructions. After a long time, the colleague reported the problem was still unresolved. I said I'd go over at noon to analyze the issue.

I hung up and turned to see Mengying had already gone to the bathroom. I followed her and hugged her. "Sorry, the company wants me to come over this morning. Honestly, calling at this hour." She finished brushing her teeth, put down her toothbrush, and looked at me in the mirror, scolding, "I told you not to mess around and waste my time." I kissed her and said, "How about you stay with me tonight?" Hmm? She turned around and pushed me, saying, "Okay, okay, go to sleep. I need to go to the bathroom." For some reason, even though Mengying is my wife, she's always very concerned about me being next to her when she goes to the bathroom. She says she can't undo it, or she's not used to it. I climbed back into bed and fell asleep immediately, thinking I should conserve my energy for the night's battle.

Unfortunately, by nightfall, I was semi-erect again. I tried many times but couldn't penetrate. My limp penis pressed against her already soaking wet labia, and after squeezing in only halfway, it was pushed out. I couldn't help but sigh. Mengying, on the other hand, was patient. I saw her face was flushed, her bra still hanging on her shoulders, her large, soft, white breasts swaying occasionally in front of her, and her genitals were already soaking wet. She tossed her hair, parted her legs, and said softly, "It's okay, take your time, just try again." I pressed down on her again, but my limp penis wouldn't go in. It just kept rubbing against her vulva. After a while, I suddenly felt like I was going to ejaculate, and my penis hardened. With a "plop," it slid into her vagina. "Mmm..." Mengying moaned softly, her buttocks lifting slightly. Just one thrust, and I ejaculated. A moment later, my limp penis slipped out of her vagina, but the condom was still inside. I asked, puzzled, "How did it get in?" The condom had been sucked in by her vagina, and I could only see the ring at the base hidden in her wet pubic hair. I pulled the condom out, squeezing out all the semen that had gotten in, which covered my hands. "It's all your fault. Annoying," Mengying moaned.

I straightened the mattress. I didn't say anything; I didn't know what to say. This had been going on for almost two months now, and I was getting used to it. I guessed Mengying was too.

For the next two weeks, Mengying and I tried many times, but without success. Each time, I felt her wet vulva but couldn't penetrate her; the feeling was indescribable. Mengying comforted me, saying that work was important and I shouldn't think too much, that things would get better. A few days later, I tried again, but still couldn't penetrate. I began to feel disheartened and desperate. Seeing my expression, Mengying didn't say much, just slowly wiped her vulva, cleaned herself up briefly, and went to sleep. I knew she had nothing more to say. Although I was becoming increasingly desperate, I felt that Mengying was becoming more and more engaged. Each time, I aroused her to a great extent, and each time it was more than the last. So I simply stopped touching her. I started to fantasize about my weekend appointment with Asheng, and began to think that the person I was going to have sex with would definitely save me. When people are in despair, they always yearn to see hope.

The busy work at the company finally ended. I told Mengying that the company would arrange for me to relax for a week: "Mengying, are you coming with me tomorrow? It's been so long since we went out together." I was just saying it casually; of course, I didn't want her to come with me, otherwise my plan would fall through. Mengying smiled and said, "I have my final exams in my second year of high school soon, and I can't leave. I guess I'll only have half a month off this summer. You go and relax. Remember to bring back some gifts for Mom and Dad." I hugged her, holding her slender waist, and said, "Yes, ma'am, wife. When I come back refreshed, we'll definitely have a good time." To my surprise, Mengying blushed and said softly, "Look at you, all you think about is that kind of thing. I'm ignoring you. Go away." "Go on, I'm getting ready to go. I'll go shopping this afternoon and buy you something to eat on the way." I kissed her little mouth and said, "My wife, you're so sweet." Before dark, I took my luggage and left. I said I still needed to pick up some things from the company and asked her to bring them to the door. She took me to the bus stop, and we sat side by side on the waiting bench. I turned to look at her thoughtful expression, which was very charming. I took her hand and asked, "My beauty, what are you thinking about?" She turned her head and smiled intently at me, "Nothing, I just don't want you to leave." I laughed, "It's only been a week, it'll be quick. I'll call you every day. You weren't like this when I was on business trips before. Hehe." I pinched her little nose, and she didn't say anything, just smiled. At this moment, the bus arrived. I got up, picked up my luggage, and prepared to get on the bus. Mengying held my hand and looked at my luggage, seemingly reluctant to part. Maybe it had been a long time since we had been on a business trip, and we hadn't been apart for a long time. When two people are together for a long time, they get used to each other, and when it's time to part, there's always a little reluctance. I cupped her face in my hands and smiled, saying, "Honey, I'm leaving now. I'll be back next week. Don't make it seem like we're parting. I'll call you every day to let you know I'm okay. Haha." My wife smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, be careful on the road. Take care of yourself; the temperature difference there is big, so don't catch a cold." We parted at the station, and I watched my wife stand there for a long time without leaving. Her long, black hair was parted in a 3/7 ratio and tied into a ponytail over her shoulder, swaying slightly in the wind. Her blue lace blouse couldn't hide her full breasts and slender waist, and her pale yellow patterned long skirt covered her beautiful long legs. The skirt was blown to one side by the wind, revealing her straight, beautiful legs and the outline of her round, perky buttocks on the other side. She always wore flat shoes; my wife once said that she was already taller than me, and she was afraid I wouldn't be comfortable wearing high heels. Ah, what a considerate wife.

For some reason, I felt uneasy, probably because I had lied to my wife and felt a little guilty. I got off the bus at the next stop and took a taxi to the hot spring hotel in the west of the city. The hotel wasn't far from our home, only a half-hour taxi ride. I couldn't contain my excitement and called Asheng to let him know I was almost at the hotel and to hurry over, or I'd miss my appointment. I hadn't seen that guy for a month. He knew I'd been busy lately and hadn't contacted me much, but he had taken the initiative to call and remind me of our appointment.

When we met, Asheng seemed quite surprised. I guessed he hadn't expected me to keep my promise. I patted him and said, "Where have you been for a month? You didn't even ask me out for drinks." He pretended to be serious and said, "It's nothing, I just had a lot of clients, and you're busy too, so I didn't want to bother you." I laughed and said he was quite serious. That evening, for convenience, we booked two single rooms. He stayed in the room diagonally opposite mine; it was a 5-star hotel, so the price was quite high. After booking the rooms, we went to the hot springs. While soaking, he kept staring at his phone, saying he was checking WeChat for nearby beauties. He's really hard to change. I hadn't been to a hot spring in a long time either, so I wandered around and saw an interesting aphrodisiac pool. I went in and squatted for a while, hoping it would work that night. Ah Sheng looked at me, smiled, and didn't say anything. We soaked until 9 pm. Ah Sheng said, "That's about enough. The girls are all at work. Let's go." After saying that, we went upstairs to our room. To be honest, I started to get a little nervous. After all, it was my first time using a prostitute, and I had a strange feeling. Ah Sheng called the front desk and said that two of us needed services. He gave me his room number and told me to wait in his room and choose a girl. We kept smoking in his room. Even the usually talkative Ah Sheng was silent, just smoking. You wouldn't believe it; even a veteran can get nervous. I smiled and told him not to be so nervous. He looked at me, smiled, put out his cigarette, and lit another. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Ah Sheng hurriedly went to open it, and two people came in. Ah Sheng pointed to a group of scantily clad women and told me to choose. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I pretended to look at them seriously, but none caught my eye. I looked at Ah Sheng again, who understood and politely suggested we change to two more. We went through several groups, and a petite girl caught my attention. She had a pretty, innocent face. I mustered my courage, pointed, and said, "She'll do." Ah Sheng said he'd take her to the room. The girl politely asked for the room number and said she'd be there shortly. I paced back and forth in the hotel corridor. Ah Sheng changed to another group, and the girl who came out told the pimp, "The customer wants big breasts and long legs."

I went into Ah Sheng's room and said with a smile, "You're quite picky." Ah Sheng looked at me, put down his phone, and said, "When you're out having fun, you have to be picky. That's the point of having fun. The first one with long legs was nice, but she was a bit old." I smiled without saying anything. Just then, the girl I'd chosen came to find me. I looked at Ah Sheng, he nodded, and then I went back to my room.

The girl didn't look at me, but simply said, "The guest will help you shower first, so please take off your clothes." Honestly, this was the first time I'd ever undressed in front of a strange woman. I pretended to take my clothes off naturally and went into the bathroom. The girl took the showerhead and started helping me shower. After she finished, she dried me off, led me to the bed, and then began her so-called service. Wow, it was just like in porn! The girl licked me from head to toe, and then started giving me oral sex. It was my first time receiving oral sex from a woman, and it felt very special. I had tentatively asked Mengying to give me oral sex before, but she had always refused fiercely. The girl's oral sex skills were excellent; I ejaculated after only two minutes. The girl was surprised and sighed. I saw her packing up her things and asked, "Finished?" The girl nodded naturally and said, "Yes, what else would you want?" I asked, puzzled, "It's over before I even finished? Does that count?" The girl said in a very rustic tone, "You ejaculated after only a few minutes of oral sex. That's a problem with your...thing. I didn't want to either, but that's the rule here." "I was stunned by what she said. Seeing that I was getting a little angry, she added, 'How about you switch to an overnight stay? It's 1200. How about that?' I hesitated for a moment and then agreed. The girl left for a while, and I heard footsteps and doors opening in the corridor. Ah Sheng was still changing girls. I thought to myself that I could just sleep all the way to the final stop tomorrow, so I might as well have some fun tonight. But after the girl came back in, I waited for a long time, and my penis just wouldn't get hard. Even when she gave me oral sex, it was limp and I couldn't penetrate her. I started to get impatient and said, 'What are you going to do? How many times can you do this in one night?' I said amicably, 'Wait, I'll get hard in a bit.' But after she said that, I was completely out of it. She lay on her side and started watching TV. I groped her randomly from behind, and she stopped me, saying, 'Wait until you're hard before you touch me.' I got angry immediately and lost all desire for her. I still pretended to be very calm and said, 'You can go now. I seem too tired tonight. Let me rest.'" The girl said calmly, "You said it, oh, then I'm leaving. I'm not coming back." I nodded and let her go.

My first time with a prostitute ended so abruptly. I never expected that a girl who seemed nice on the outside would be like this. You really can't judge a girl by her appearance. I thought she was quite innocent, but the way she spoke disgusted me. It really proves what Ah Sheng said: "These days, innocent girls have long been eaten by dogs." I lay on the bed, my depressed and angry feelings unable to calm down for a long time. I never expected this to happen. My outlook on life changed drastically. I felt deeply hurt. It made me lose interest in women other than Mengying. No matter how good your appearance is, without temperament, it's nothing. Temperament is truly something innate. I remember a coal mine owner who liked to seduce celebrities saying: "What's so interesting about celebrities? All women have the same body, one mouth on top and one on the bottom. Seduce celebrities, it's all about their temperament. I spent hundreds of thousands just to see their arrogant temperament on stage, and then I would fuck them hard in bed." I used to naively think that as long as a woman was pretty, I could accept her, and that she would gradually integrate into my world over time. But now I feel that unless you change your worldview, you will never accept someone whose outlook on life and values are different from yours.

I kept smoking. I heard noises in the hallway again, and it was Ah Sheng knocking on the door. I checked my watch; over an hour had passed, and he still hadn't chosen. No wonder Ah Sheng was so picky; you really can't judge a woman by her appearance alone. I felt a pang of regret. My anticipated first time had been ruined. I had hoped he could save me, but now he had only made me fall deeper. I thought about my future. Was there really no way out for me? I thought about it for a long time. Lately, the excessive self-blame and inferiority complex, coupled with the pressure of life and work, made me unable to be strong in certain aspects. I once read a book that said a man's failures accumulate, and over time, they snowball, affecting his life and making him approach everything with doubt and anxiety. Sometimes I really admire Li Hongzhang, this minister who fought on despite repeated defeats, persisting in his beliefs and fighting to the end. A Japanese minister once said that the First Sino-Japanese War was a battle between all of Japan and Li Hongzhang alone; how could they not win?

And now I am like that Qing soldier, my defeats accumulating, and I can no longer see the light. How I longed to break through my limitations.

I took a shower, and my mood improved slightly. I wanted to talk to Ah Sheng; I just couldn't bear this blow. I opened the door and walked to Ah Sheng's door. Just as I was about to knock, I suddenly heard a slight noise… "Ah, ah," a woman's moan! I've heard many women's moans, from porn, from Meng Ying, I've heard them all. But Meng Ying's moans were only soft and shy. The moans in porn were too fake, completely loud shouts, all acted out. But inside the door, in Ah Sheng's room, I heard such a real moan for the first time. Ah Sheng had repeatedly said that he was skilled in bed, long-lasting and powerful, always bringing women to multiple orgasms. This moan wasn't faked at all; it was completely real!

A woman's moan every two to three seconds was that kind of satisfaction from deep within her throat, that kind of longing like rain after a drought, that kind of liberation from shackles and the indulgence of desire. "Mmm, ahh," the long moans almost made me picture Ah Sheng's thick, hard penis thrusting powerfully into her narrow, wet vagina, her sexy legs trembling slightly on strong arms, her soft, full breasts proudly thrusting against her chest muscles, and the beauty expressing her physical satisfaction with heartfelt moans.

People are always changing. Environment, life, work, society—all sorts of factors influence us. When failure, doubt, sadness, confusion, and helplessness fill your life, you can't help but resist. You don't want this kind of life to leave you forever lost. You always have to find a way out, even if you don't know whether the future leads to hell or heaven, you still have to make a choice.

A fleeting, wicked thought flashes through your mind, just a fleeting thought. If, if the person in the room were Mengying, pinned down like this, her genitals being penetrated by a penis several times thicker than mine, her snow-white legs raised high, her smooth, soft nipples being licked until hard, her fleshy buttocks thrusting upwards, her thick, moist pubic hair obscenely plastered to the penetrating penis, her labia turned outwards with each thrust, her clitoris being ground against the firm, powerful strokes, the thick, hard penis forcing open her tight vagina, penetrating all the way in, the folds of her vagina rippling with love juice, her vaginal fluids gushing out with each heavy, powerful thrust and continuous, shy moans.

I actually got hard. Yes, I got hard. I never thought I would be conquered by such a perverted thought, even though I was certain that the moans weren't coming from my wife, Mengying, yet I still had such thoughts. My hands began to tremble, my heart began to race, and there was even a strange sense of excitement. I had a strong urge to rush in and see for myself, to witness firsthand how the woman I had imagined as Mengying was being fucked to orgasm by a thick, hard penis.

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