My wedding night

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On our wedding night,
my wife, petite at only 155 cm tall, possessed a well-proportioned figure, something I was very proud of. Because of her petite stature and her perfectionist nature, she often wore shorts or skirts to avoid drawing attention to her height, showcasing her long legs and making her appear taller. For her upper body, she favored fitted or tight-fitting spaghetti strap tank tops to accentuate her ample bust.
A woman's love of beauty is especially strong during marriage and pregnancy. I still vividly remember our wedding day.
I'm a bit of a traditional man, and I'm not always comfortable with my girlfriend or wife dressing too provocatively. My wife studied in Europe and has a rather open-minded approach, but she understands me well. So, whenever we go on dates or out, she always asks for my opinion or proactively wears trousers or a skirt with a jacket.
When we decided to get married, before choosing a wedding dress, she actually asked me to promise her one thing: "A wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime day, and I want to look beautiful and take pictures to commemorate this happy day. Is that okay?"
Seeing her pitiful expression and knowing how well she understood me, I immediately agreed.
Our package included a white wedding dress and two evening gowns. She tried on many dresses, most of which were backless, off-the-shoulder, low-cut, or semi-transparent sexy styles, which I found very appealing. Finally, we decided on a short, fitted white wedding dress with off-the-shoulder design and a low-cut neckline, the length of which perfectly revealed half of her thighs, showcasing her beautiful figure.
The first evening gown was a short-sleeved cheongsam. The cheongsam was mainly made of a piece of transparent white tulle, with a beautiful phoenix embroidered on the important parts. The phoenix's head was on the left shoulder, its body swept across her cleavage, wrapped around her right waist to her hips, and then its tail circled around her left leg back to the mysterious triangle area. The two wings cleverly concealed her prominent breasts. Embroidery was also added to her hips, waist, and back. Several symmetrical clouds. Overall, it was sexy yet elegant and appropriate, leaving me speechless.
Getting closer, I realized she was wearing a sexy pink thong today; no wonder there was a pale red strap hanging from her waist under the transparent cheongsam. She also wore a matching pink strapless demi-cup bra. But it looked a little odd with this cheongsam, so I asked my wife to go inside and take off her bra. Sure enough, without the bra, she looked much better and more pleasing to the eye. And no matter how I looked at it, I couldn't see any nipples, showing the embroidery was top-notch; I felt comfortable letting her wear it.
The second evening gown: a low V-neck with a large open back. Although it was a pinkish-blue fitted long dress, the back was completely uncovered, and because of my wife's petite frame, the open back actually turned into an exposed buttocks. This dress had a clever design: double-sided stickers on both sides of the waist to prevent accidental exposure when bending over. The upper body was essentially two bras, one on the chest... At the bottom, a thin strap went around her armpits from both sides, crossed at her back, passed over her shoulders, and then connected to her bra.
At this point, the thong on her buttocks suddenly seemed unsightly, so I coaxed and persuaded her to remove it as well. Seeing her again, she was practically wearing only an evening gown, completely naked underneath, incredibly alluring.
After leaving the bridal shop, we took my wife directly to a nearby mall and bought her a white thong and a flesh-colored thong to match her cheongsam. Of course, I also bought her a flesh-colored adhesive bra. That night, I couldn't resist the temptation from the daytime, and we both fell into a satisfied climax, sleeping naked in each other's arms.
A week before the wedding, we took the altered dress home to try it on again. My wife provocatively removed her outer garment in front of me, then seductively removed her bra, revealing two adorable B-cup breasts with deep red nipples (my wife's areolas were very light, practically nonexistent). Then we attached the... The invisible bra I bought pressed my cute, protruding nipples deep into my white breasts. It's amazing how this invisible bra can both lift and support my breasts.
Then she turned her back to me, sticking out her small, round buttocks, slowly swaying her waist as she took off her panties and slowly put on her newly bought white thong. She even reached into her pants and started touching herself. When she turned to face me, the contrast between her thick, dark pubic hair and the white thong made me realize how small it really was.
When she put on the white dress, she looked so beautiful! Her fair, symmetrical shoulders supported her large breasts, and her slender waist revealed two-thirds of her long, beautiful legs. It turned out that the lady had specifically instructed the tailor at the bridal shop to shorten it to show more of her legs and make her look taller. Overall, she had a curvaceous figure, but her breasts looked strangely protruding. It turned out
that she had stuffed breast pads into her chest area with the white dress. With the invisible bra in place, most of her breasts were squeezed out of the white tulle, which wasn't aesthetically pleasing. So I removed the bra, but it still looked rather strange. Then I took off the bra altogether—ah, perfect!
Of course, I was the most thrilled not to wear a bra, but my wife was still worried and did a lot of risky wardrobe malfunctions. I was a little disappointed; her breasts obediently stayed close to the tulle, but two nipples protruded from her chest. The satin tulle draped over her bottom vaguely revealed the thong underneath, which looked quite sexy, so I kept quiet. My wife decided not to wear a bra on our wedding day, but she had to wear nipple covers. I, of course, was secretly thrilled.
Then I changed into a sexy white cheongsam. A pair of wings tightly held her breasts, but the white shadow of her thong was still visible between her waist and buttocks. So I changed into a flesh-colored thong, which disappeared like an invisible thong under the cheongsam. The phoenix tail at the crotch area vaguely revealed the dark shadow of pubic hair; anyway, my wife was going to the beauty salon anyway. We went to the salon for a full-body hair removal and skin whitening treatment, so we suggested my wife shave her pubic hair all at once. She agreed.
Finally, she changed into a light blue evening gown. Because the flesh-colored pubic hair was still visible in her groin area, she felt self-conscious and even took off her underwear. The evening gown was made of silk, so it was very soft and form-fitting, showcasing her beautiful body perfectly.
After she tried it on, I couldn't resist anymore, so I used my hands and feet to strip her naked, rubbing her left breast and sucking... He pressed his right nipple against hers, parted her legs with his right leg, and pressed his knee against her wet vulva. Just as he was about to thrust in, his phone rang—the factory was on fire. Reluctantly, he released his wife, got up, and dressed to leave. His wife quickly disappeared into the smoke and ran to the bathroom to shower.
Suddenly, he remembered the light blue evening gown she had worn; her breasts were round and full, which, while providing support, lacked definition and was somewhat underwhelming. He then looked over her chest and realized she was wearing breast pads—no wonder there were no nipples! She secretly removed her bra and went to the factory.
She was busy for the entire week, until the day before the wedding. During that week, my wife was solely responsible for the remaining wedding arrangements, and she lost a lot of weight from the exhaustion.
The joyous day finally arrived. Upon arriving at my wife's family home, she was immediately surrounded by a group of bridesmaids. After some haggling, a deal was struck. My wife sat in a chair, wearing a white silk dress, her breasts slightly protruding—so beautiful, so alluring. As I led her from her room to the hall, I secretly peeked at her chest. Her bra cups were noticeably looser because she had lost weight, and I could vaguely see some dark shadows. "No nipple covers?" My wife smiled playfully, without answering. My heart immediately fluttered with excitement. My gaze followed her pink, jade-like back to her small bottom. Was I seeing things? I couldn't even see the outline of her thong. "No thong either?" My wife just winked at me, without answering, making me incredibly aroused.
Next came the tea ceremony. My wife also had an elderly mother-in-law… Mother-in-law, we had to kneel to serve tea. When my wife offered tea to her mother-in-law, she inevitably leaned forward, and I, the best man, and the relatives who were watching saw that her bra had come undone, and both nipples were exposed. Next, we served tea to our parents, relatives, and other elders. Although we didn't have to kneel, serving tea still required bending over. We served tea to thirteen elders in total, and my wife let the male elders and surrounding relatives see her as much as they wanted; everyone was happy. Suddenly, my wife seemed to realize she had exposed herself and hurriedly pulled her white veil up, resulting in even more leg being exposed, which was already two-thirds of her thigh. As a result, when my wife bent over to serve tea, her upper thighs were exposed, and from a low angle, one could probably see her pubic area. Some of the younger relatives even brazenly took photos of my wife's exposed nipples and buttocks with cameras or phones. I was conflicted; I was excited that my wife had been exposed, but I also felt resentful that others had seen it all. Ultimately, however, I was overwhelmed by excitement and felt incredibly high.
It was a long and difficult journey to get home. Since I'm an orphan, only a group of friends and colleagues were already waiting for us. As soon as my wife got out of the car, her skirt rode up, revealing her underwear. It was the first time I'd ever seen her shaved vulva! A little boy from the orphanage opened the door; he was the closest and had the clearest view, his mouth agape, completely stunned. My wife noticed and quickly pulled down her skirt to cover herself. Luckily, he opened the car door, preventing her vulva from being exposed to all the guests. Once inside, it took a lot of effort—coaxing and cajoling—to get rid of the group of guests who were there to see her exposed. We lay exhausted on the bed, and my wife fell asleep soon after. I, of course, took the opportunity to lift her skirt and savor her smooth, hairless vulva. It felt wonderful, smooth and tender, very special. I couldn't help but caress it, and finally, of course, I couldn't resist kissing it. Perhaps due to exhaustion, he fell asleep while kissing, his head resting on his wife's thigh, his lips pressed against her labia.
Upon waking, it was time to prepare for the banquet. I hurriedly woke her, we took a shower together, and rushed out in our banquet attire. The banquet was held in the hotel's dining hall, and the hotel even provided us with a honeymoon suite for freshening up and changing. While my wife was having her makeup done in the room, I went to the dining hall to check on the final preparations before returning to the suite, satisfied. My wife was already made up and preparing to put on her transparent cheongsam.
When she took off her dress, wow! It turned out that she hadn't worn any underwear when she left for the hotel—how daring! This was the first time I'd ever seen this, but judging from my wife's nonchalant attitude, her first time must have been during her studies abroad. After putting on the cheongsam, I adjusted her slightly full breasts in front of the mirror, making sure her protruding nipples remained obediently under her phoenix wings. Only then did she notice the slits on both sides of the skirt. The wife was pulling the slits down to cover her entire buttocks, squatting, jumping, sitting with her legs spread, bending over, and then lifting the front and back slits to make sure her private parts weren't visible from the front and her buttocks from the back. She smiled with satisfaction, "Does it look good? It won't show like this morning, will it? So embarrassing..."
"So you knew all along. You did it on purpose to let people see."
"Of course! Do you think your wife is oblivious? So many eyes, those lecherous stares, and a bunch of people standing behind me watching—I know it all." "
Then why were you pretending to be shy, adjusting your skirt... Ah! I'm so stupid, so this was your trick too, deliberately showing your private parts."
"Are you angry? But you seem conflicted, aren't you? You want me to show myself to others, but you're also a little unwilling to let others see your wife's body for free, right?"
"You really know me. But things are different now. I know your intentions, so I should repay you and let you show off to the guests. But I really can't imagine you have this kind of fetish... What's the next step?"
"Just pretend nothing happened and let everyone be happy, okay?"
"Let's say that."
I picked up her other complete outfit and we went to the dining room together. As the host family, the newlyweds and our parents naturally stood at the door to welcome the guests. Regardless of age or gender, everyone's eyes were focused on the wife, hoping to see the three points under the transparent cheongsam. But everyone was going to be disappointed because the cheongsam was super form-fitting, and at most, they could only see the thighs that were almost completely exposed. That was my thought.
But not long after the banquet started, because some distant relatives couldn't make it to the morning tea ceremony, the hotel specially arranged two chairs to be placed on the stage for us to serve tea. The wife and her cheongsam were still well-behaved, only occasionally revealing more of her thighs when she bent over. Next, we distributed red envelopes to the younger generation. Of course, we were seated. It was then that we realized the line of sight for the guests coming down from the stage was exactly at knee level. If my wife had been a little more playful and sat with her legs spread wider, the guests would have had a real eye-opener.
Looking at my wife, she winked at me, then slowly sat down, her palms brushing against the back of her skirt as she moved, before placing her hands on her knees and sitting properly. Then, like Sharon Stone in "Basic Instinct," she slightly parted her thighs, then slowly crossed them. Good heavens, she looked so calm, with a smile on her face, as if nothing had happened, completely unaware that she had been exposed. She continued to smile at each of the younger generation who came up to collect their red envelopes.
Finally, after everyone had received theirs, the hotel arranged for a song request, so we went to a small room backstage for my wife to change into another evening gown.
"You're so bold! You dare to spread your legs and show your hairless little hole in front of your husband."
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy? Jealous? I was peeking at you there, and it was so swollen. Didn't you enjoy it?"
As she spoke, she took off her alluring cheongsam, standing naked in the room, and then removed the headdress that matched the cheongsam in front of the mirror.
"It's enjoyable, but aren't you afraid your parents will be unhappy?"
"Hey, this is our wedding. We're the main characters. No one will say anything bad about what we do, right?"
"That's true. So what about this one? It won't let you show anything, at most it'll just be a nipple show."
"Just those two points and a glimpse of my buttocks is enough. If everyone sees it all in one day, what's the point of having fun later?"
After saying that, she slowly slid into her pink and blue evening gown, adjusted her skirt, put on the matching headdress, and then left satisfied. Before leaving the room, she didn't forget to pinch her nipples to keep them "awake" and push up the soft satin fabric of her breasts.
The emcee, seeing us come back on stage, announced, "Welcome our newlyweds once again..." He suddenly stammered, his eyes fixed on the bride's two beautiful nipples. He swallowed hard before continuing, "Now, let's welcome our elders to the stage..."He paused again, this time almost popping his eyes out, his gaze fixed on his wife's alluring buttocks, finally managing to finish his speech.
The guests below the stage, only seeing his wife's nipples, were already excited, frantically taking out their phones and cameras to snap photos. I couldn't resist reaching out to caress his wife's back, my fingers moving up and down along her buttocks, sometimes slipping under her skirt to pinch her pert buttocks, sometimes supporting her slender waist. Only then did I realize that the fabric at the buttocks area was elastic; pulling it down along the buttocks revealed her entire smooth, pert bottom. Since only the emcee was behind me, I decided to just leave her buttocks exposed. Because the skirt was pulled back and down further, her chest was pulled even tighter, and her nipples, of course, had no rest, remaining high and proud. Her chest was prominent.
After toasting the guests three times, there was the cake-cutting ceremony, followed by the champagne waterfall. Since everyone was facing the guests, the wife's back was exposed throughout the ceremony. It wasn't until everyone had to turn sideways to face each other for a toast that the view from behind was revealed to the guests. The wife, still nonchalant, continued to show her back and buttocks as she drank the toast with me.
The emcee probably realized we were trying to entertain everyone, so he announced a slow dance, allowing us to stay on stage and let the guests admire the wife's flawless back in close-up. We, of course, fully cooperated, holding her hand and embracing her waist, slowly immersing ourselves in the romance as we danced, trying our best to keep the wife's back to everyone so that everyone could appreciate and enjoy this special dinner.
"My butt is so cold, my nipples are sticking up so high, and you're rubbing them like that with your coat, it's so itchy and wet, it's running down my thighs to my heels." "
Damn! My wife has never said anything so explicit to me before. Look at her, her cheeks are all red, is she getting drunk?
" "Do you want me to give it to you now?"
She smiled. "Come again tonight."
Seeing her half-drunk and half-awake state, was she deliberately teasing me or just saying it unintentionally? Well, she's already shown herself off, and everyone's been seen, so why not let everyone have a go and touch her too!
The dance ended, and of course, there was thunderous applause. After thanking everyone, "Now let's take a group photo, who wants to?" As soon as I finished speaking, a bunch of people rushed onto the stage, vying to take a photo with my wife. But because I was on stage, they could only dare to put their arms around my wife's waist at most. Seeing this, I immediately took out my phone, pretended to answer a call, and retreated backstage, temporarily disappearing, but still keeping my wife in my sight.
Sure enough, as soon as I left, they boldly placed their hands on my wife's exposed buttocks, pinching and rubbing them, leaving several welts on her fair skin. Some stroked her back, and one even dared to run his middle finger down her buttocks, inserting it into her sensitive vagina. My wife cooperated by slightly opening her legs, allowing him to penetrate her already wet vagina. After a long while, he withdrew his wet, still slightly dripping middle finger, reluctantly leaving the scene.
Seeing that the commotion had gone on enough, I returned to my wife's side and kissed her on the cheek. My wife looked at me and whispered, "You were so naughty just now, touching me there, almost making me moan." Damn it, she mistook some bastard for me; she must be really drunk!
The dinner went smoothly and ended promptly at 11 PM. After the guests left, as we were settling the bill, I noticed a group of young waiters clearing the table, including the manager who was settling the bill, all frequently glancing back at my wife, who was still sitting to the side with her backside exposed. My wife was quite drunk and soon fell asleep. Just as we were about to help her back to the suite, while waiting for the elevator, a blond foreigner arrived. He glanced at my wife's bare back and buttocks, blinked, and said, "What a beautiful butt, small but firm,"
before pretending to lick his lips. He probably thought my wife was a prostitute. I can't blame him, given the few claw marks on her buttocks. Once inside the elevator, he stared directly at my wife's buttocks until we left.
Back in the room, I put my wife on the bed, then went to the bathroom to fill the tub with soap, took off all my clothes, and returned to her side. Seeing her lying lazily on the bed, gazing at me tenderly, I suppressed my desire that had been burning all day, and couldn't bring myself to do it. So I gently helped her remove her evening gown. Then I picked up her light, naked body and we took a bubble bath together. I had her lie on top of me with her back to me, and slowly massaged her neck, shoulders, and arms before gently moving around to massage her pectoral muscles. A woman's pectoral muscles, though not as strong as a man's, are responsible for supporting two soft but heavy breasts.
She hadn't worn a bra all day, so this massage couldn't be more perfect. Sure enough, my wife seemed to relax, letting out a soft "ah," and I naturally began to knead her breasts, the full breasts fully held in my hands, gently kneading and pressing them. The deep red nipples were slowly squeezed between my fingers, and before long, my wife began to moan.
"Honey, I'm marrying you today. From now on, I'm yours. I'll settle down and be a good wife. I won't be so bold as to walk around without underwear anymore. So..." "
So what?"
"I want to indulge in a little mischief tonight, is that alright?"
"How so?"
My wife got up, picked up her bathrobe, and put it on. "Let's go for a walk on the beach outside the hotel wearing these bathrobes."
The bathrobes in the honeymoon suite were thinner and lighter, and had beautiful patterns, unlike the plain white cotton bathrobes. So I put on my bathrobe too, but my wife laughed so hard she bent over. It turned out that my virile little brother was sticking straight through the bathrobe, peeking out at the world. I had to wrap another towel around it to cover its eyes. I grabbed my new camera and went out.
My wife was really brave; she really went out wearing the bathrobe, without even tying it up. From the front, her entire cleavage, flat stomach, and neatly shaved crotch were on full display. Luckily, it was the early hours of the morning, and there was no one in the hallway. I quickly stepped past my wife, grabbed my camera, and started taking pictures. My wife cooperated by leaning against the wall, bending her left leg, and lifting her left robe to reveal her left breast, striking a seductive pose for me to photograph. When the elevator arrived and the doors opened, my wife walked to the door, spread her legs, and pretended to open the elevator door for me to photograph.
After taking two pictures, my wife quickly tied her bathrobe and went inside. I followed her in curiously, only to see my wife pointing to the CCTV overhead. Luckily, the camera had only captured her back, otherwise, the guards would have gotten a good shot. In the lobby, my wife handed the key to the counter, then turned around, her back to the staff, and moved her hands down to her crotch, suddenly lifting the bottom of her bathrobe to reveal her underwear. Luckily, I was prepared, or I would have missed my chance.
We then went to the large fish tank in the flat lobby. My wife gestured for me to go to the other side. As soon as I reached the other side, I saw her lift her bathrobe, revealing her
breasts pressed against the fish tank. Luckily, there weren't many people, allowing me to take my time taking pictures. In the lobby, there was a sofa where two men who looked Middle Eastern were watching TV. My wife went to sit down, and I sat opposite her with my camera. She quickly spread her legs, exposing herself for me to photograph. When the Middle Eastern men saw me taking pictures, they glanced at my wife.
My wife, quick-witted, immediately got up and moved towards me to avoid arousing their suspicion. Next, we went to the pool. Although it was closed, there were still many couples whispering sweet nothings. Not wanting to offend anyone with my flash, I went straight to the beach. The beach was quite dark, and there weren't many people. We walked along the beach to a wide stretch of sand. Seeing that no one was around, my wife, as if on cue, took off her bathrobe and struck various provocative poses, allowing me to take plenty of pictures. Then I took off my bathrobe too, and we took my wife's hand and ran into the sea.
The seawater was warm at night, and we swam naked for a bit. My wife then clung to me like a koala, her soft breasts pressing against my chest with each wave, her slippery little hole sliding tightly against my penis as it moved up and down. Soon, she began to moan softly. All the desire I had been holding back all day finally erupted. I hooked my arms around her knees and lifted her up, taking her full right breast into my mouth, sometimes teasing the clitoris with my tongue, sometimes gently biting it with my lips. In no time, her little hole was soaking wet. Without a word, I thrust my hips forward, holding her close and penetrating her deeply. My wife let out a wanton moan, letting me hold her as I thrust into her in the sea.
After about twenty thrusts, she gasped deeply, and my penis felt a tight, rhythmic contraction, gripping it tightly as she reached orgasm. My penis was being gripped so tightly during the thrusting, and of course, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen. Only after my wife had climaxed did I carry her ashore, and we lay together on the fine, white sand.
Although my lust had subsided, my desire remained, so my penis was still about 50% erect. My wife continued to greedily grip my penis, slowly moving her lower body as she rested on top of me. Such temptation quickly restored my erection, and my wife sensed it too. She bent her legs, half-squatting as if straddling me, and began rhythmically moving up and down, back and forth, left and right, sometimes in circles, sometimes in figure-eights, arousing us both again. I then lifted her upper body and licked her breasts, and my wife cooperated by tightly embracing my head and pressing it against her breasts, her lower body shaking even more vigorously.
Just then, two figures suddenly appeared, a knife pressed against her throat. My petite wife was suddenly picked up from behind by a slightly overweight man and thrown onto the nearby beach. Sitting on her back, he recklessly began to pull down his pants. Seeing my wife about to be raped, and noticing the skinny guy holding a knife to my throat, who was also intently looking in my wife's direction, I seized the opportunity to use my long-unused Aikido. The skinny guy was knocked unconscious without a sound. I pulled down his trousers to tie his limbs behind his back, then looked towards my wife. I saw the fat guy had already pulled out his thick penis and was spreading my wife's legs, which she was trying to close. So I quietly walked behind the fat guy and punched him unconscious, then used his belt to tie his limbs behind his back. I helped my terrified wife up and hugged her tightly
, comforting her, "It's okay now." I carried the skinny guy to the fat guy's side, relieved. They both woke up at the same time, lying on the beach. By this time, my wife had recovered and angrily smacked the fat guy's face, "You fat bastard! I was doing it so well, and you just carried me away and left me on the beach, letting the sand rub against my breasts, it hurts so much!" She picked up the camera and took a series of pictures of the fat guy's naked lower body before returning to my side, satisfied. It was only then that I realized the fat man was the emcee of the banquet. He must have seen my wife being groped on stage and misunderstood her as someone who wanted things easily.
I held my naked wife and whispered to her, "I still want it, and I think you feel the same way. Why don't we just do it in front of them? They're tied up too, and they can't masturbate while watching. This is the cruelest punishment for a man."
The woman didn't say anything, but grabbed my penis and knelt down to lick my hot shaft. I lay down on the beach, and she followed suit, sticking her buttocks up and exposing her wet labia, continuing to lick me. Seeing the two men, fat and thin, staring wide-eyed, looking like they wanted to devour her, I turned around and started playing 69 with her. Her vagina couldn't withstand the stimulation of my tongue and began to moan lewdly. So I got up, picked her up, and made her face the two men, then penetrated her from behind in a doggy style. Her breasts swayed back and forth as I thrust into her; if the two men had joined in, they would have each been sucking on one
of her full breasts. The woman became aroused and arched her body, so I grabbed her breasts and made her sit like a lotus, continuing to thrust into her. Her breasts swayed up and down as she straightened up. Lost in the sea of desire, the two men didn't even realize they were kneeling. Seeing my wife still lost in desire with her eyes closed, a wicked thought suddenly crossed my mind. I picked her up, walked closer to them, and shoved her breasts into their mouths, letting them enjoy her lonely breasts. My wife, seemingly oblivious, continued to enjoy my thrusts. "Good husband, you're filling me up, and you're licking me so good I'm about to die!" she exclaimed. Only then did she open her eyes, realizing her breasts had been licked by the invaders. She panicked and tried to struggle, but I stopped her. Under the combined assault of the three of us, she quickly surrendered, continuing to enjoy this absurd moment with her eyes closed. In no time, she climaxed, this time squeezing even tighter and with a more intense rhythm, as if trying to drain my semen. I couldn't resist either, thrusting ten more times before ejaculating. But the two men, fat and thin, seemed unsatisfied, continuing to suckle at her nipples. This caused her to experience a series of orgasms, her grip on my waning penis tightening until it finally slipped out of her vagina.
Judging from his wife's expression, although she had reached her climax, she didn't seem quite satisfied. So he held her and noticed that her body was hot. "She's caught a chill."
"No way. But I feel itchy inside, like there's a heat pressing against my lower abdomen. It's so uncomfortable, so itchy..."
"Don't tell me you're about to have a super climax. Mine is already limp, I can't give it to you..." Just then, he suddenly noticed the skinny man's penis, already hard and sticking out of his underwear, revealing a slightly damp glans. Another wicked thought crossed his mind. Since he had already exposed his wife's beautiful body, he might as well harden his heart and push his wife towards the skinny man. "Look at the skinny man's, it's long enough to go into your lower abdomen and tickle your itchy spot."
"No! I don't even know if he's sick, unless..."
"No, he's very healthy," the skinny man quickly replied.
"You're lying, nobody would believe you."
"Then, what if we have a condom?" he asked.
His wife hesitated and looked at him. "I have one, I have one, in my belt," the fat man also spoke up. He searched his belt and sure enough
, there was a box of unopened condoms. The wife snatched it away, saying, "You were so rough just now, I won't give it to you, I'm going to punish you."
She then opened a condom and slowly, while putting it on, teased the skinny man's glans. After putting it on, the wife looked at me, as if seeking my permission to satisfy her desires. Because the skinny man's limbs were tied behind his back, he could only kneel, so the wife accommodated him, kneeling down as well, raising her round buttocks, and slowly backing away like a puppy towards the skinny man's unusually long penis. The skinny man cooperated, slowly, inch by inch, entering the wife's narrow vagina. Finally, the six-inch-long penis disappeared into the wife's vagina, and the wife's face showed a joyful, lustful expression, as if the penis was teasing an itch, and she began to thrust. Soon, the wife's vagina became wet again, and the deep thrusts were accompanied by squelching sounds. At first, the wife was somewhat ashamed, licking my useless limp penis, but now she was intoxicated, greedily cooperating with the skinny man's thrusts, ah! A
soft moan escaped her lips; a groan, a moan...
It was unbearable to watch. My wife was enjoying being fucked right in front of me. So, with a heavy heart, I dragged the fat man over and made him lie under my wife's breasts, so he could join in raping my wanton new wife. I grabbed my camera and started snapping pictures, capturing my wife's lewd expressions, creating a photo album of her wedding night being fucked, including many close-ups: the fat man greedily sucking on her breasts, the skinny man's unusually long penis wedged into her vagina, slow shutter speeds capturing the swaying breasts, and the condom gradually slipping off due to the skinny man's tight vaginal opening. Eventually, the condom fell completely onto the beach, but I didn't care anymore and let him continue to fuck my wife relentlessly.
Just as I was focused on taking pictures, my wife took a deep breath and began to moan lewdly like a cat—her ultimate orgasm was coming! She was still leaking fluid, and I seized the opportunity to capture this rare moment. Her juices gushed out wildly from her vagina, soaking the fat man. Under the intense, tight grip of his wife's intense orgasm, the skinny man's expression became strange. Suddenly, he cried out, "I'm coming!" Oh no, he's about to ejaculate! I quickly stomped on his wife's still-erect buttocks. In a split second, just as his exceptionally long penis slipped out of her vagina, a thick stream of white semen shot onto her anus, preventing any bastard from being born. This sudden turn of events left the skinny man unsatisfied, cursing profanities as he ejaculated. My stomp caused his wife to fall onto the fat man, her still-gushing vagina landing right on his face. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the fat man, ignoring the fluids splattered on his face, greedily began to suckle at his wife's vagina.
After a long while, my wife finally rolled over, lying flat on her back. The fat man tried to wriggle and continue eating her honey pot, but I kicked him away. The skinny man had also finished and lay down weakly, still staring at my wife's vagina where he had just penetrated. I went over, picked up my wife, and took her to the sea to wash off the stains of her lewdness. After washing her, I helped her back to shore, put a bathrobe on her, and then struck both of them on the back of the neck, knocking them unconscious. I untied them, and helped my weak wife slowly back to our suite.
The next day, I got up early and saw that my wife was still fast asleep, so I ordered breakfast for the guests. The doorbell rang. I took the money, opened the door, and told the waiter to bring breakfast to the coffee table by the bed. Suddenly, my wife rolled over, lifting one leg, and her bathrobe slid down, revealing her vulva. The waiter stared, dumbfounded, standing there dumbfounded. Only after my repeated urging did he reluctantly put down the breakfast, leaving without taking the money.
Lying back in bed, I looked at the photos from last night and naturally started masturbating. Just as I was about to climax, I heard, "Good morning, are you so itchy that you're playing by yourself without waking me?" I looked at my wife; she was still sleepy-eyed, but then she rolled over and straddled me. "I had a really strange and tiring dream."
"What kind of dream made you so tired?"
"I dreamt..." The wife hesitated, then said somewhat tentatively, "I dreamt that you watched me being fucked until I was wet, and you were even taking pictures of me with a camera, not showing any chivalry or willingness to come to my rescue."
"You're just saying that. You were sleeping so sweetly, even smiling. If I went to rescue you, that would be harming you."
The wife just smiled, but her lower body was already pressing against my swollen penis, slowly probing up and down.
"Tell me about your dream."
"No way. First, I can't say it, it's too embarrassing to be bullied in front of you. Second, it's too absurd! How could I do something like that in front of you? Besides, you wouldn't just let me be bullied without helping me, would you? It's better not to talk about this kind of dream."
"But you just said you were fucked until you came, is that really that great? It seems you quite enjoy being fucked by others."
"Don't be silly. Being fucked by strangers, who knows what kind of dirty disease I might catch. If I get AIDS, I'll die!"
"Yes, yes, but if you take proper precautions, then you won't be afraid, right?"
The wife looked at me cleverly, "Unless you have that thought, and you're willing to let other men touch, rub, lick, penetrate, and ejaculate..."
"Oh my god, how could I bear to give my beautiful and intelligent wife to someone else? Besides, even if I were willing, you wouldn't agree, right?"
My wife delicately took off her bathrobe, took my hands, and pressed them against her breasts, which still bore the marks of the fat man's claws. "I don't want to. Being kissed, licked, sucked, and fucked by other men is so dirty! My husband is the cleanest and most suitable for me..."
Before she could finish speaking, her greedy little hole swallowed my entire penis in one gulp... Nine months later, my wife gave us a pair of lovely princesses.

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