A wife who can give oral sex

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The first time I performed oral sex on my girlfriend was a few days before our wedding.
That day, we spent the night in a male friend's dorm room.
There were two beds in the room; my friend slept in one, and my girlfriend and I slept in the other.
As dawn approached, I wanted to have sex with her, but she refused, afraid the guy would hear.
I had to hold her head down and force her to give me oral sex. She was also afraid other men would hear her resistance, so she opened her mouth.
I ejaculated, and since she had nowhere to spit it out, she swallowed it.
Afterward, she got up and went outside to perform oral sex for about ten minutes.
From then on, I had her perform oral sex on me. After
we got married, she performed oral sex on me a few more times.
During her pregnancy, the doctor said we shouldn't have sex too often.
But I was very sexually active at that time, so I had to have her perform oral sex on me.
She didn't resist much, on the condition that I shower beforehand.
Sometimes she would swallow the semen, and sometimes she would spit it into the toilet.
Occasionally, she would joke with me, pouting and asking me to kiss her, wanting me to taste the semen I ejaculated in her mouth, but I couldn't stand the smell. Thinking back on that sticky, viscous feeling, it must have been quite unpleasant. Thinking about it this way, my wife, who eats my semen, is truly great and adorable.
Now, my wife is menstruating and can't have sex with me, so I have to trouble her to give me oral sex.
Each time, I make sure to shower, and she rinses her mouth carefully.
Seeing her sucking on my penis, even getting a mouthful of semen,
I'm incredibly moved .
Once, I jokingly asked her if her colleagues knew that her mouth had once tasted penises.
She was incredibly embarrassed, saying that oral sex was really tiring because her mouth had to be kept wide open in an "O" shape the whole time…
One day, after drinking two bottles of beer, my wife said my glans smelled of alcohol while giving me oral sex.
I don't know if she was joking or telling the truth?
Some people say that having a wife with excellent oral sex skills is a great blessing in my life. Actually, my wife's oral sex skills aren't exactly outstanding; it's just that she doesn't mind doing it for me often.
Because I feel guilty towards her, I don't dare ask her to do anything too difficult.
When my wife performs oral sex on me, I usually have her undress, and I massage her genitals with my toes, gently rubbing her labia.
This makes her more willing to perform oral sex on me.
Moreover, she will involuntarily wiggle her hips, which is very stimulating and enjoyable for both of us.
This is my honest experience, and I'm sharing it selflessly with everyone.
Many friends, after learning about this, envy my good fortune in having such a good wife, feeling that her willingness to do this is already admirable, truly a virtuous wife at home!
Some even say my wife is so great, and they want a wife like that too, saying that with such a wife, what more could a husband ask for? I don't know if everyone is being sincere.
Thank you, Brother Yiyan, for remembering me; I'll start by expressing my gratitude with this short piece.
In the early days of our marriage, my wife and I both lived in her dormitory.
Three young couples lived in a small 15-square-meter room.
After 11 p.m., every bed became lively.
One bed was right next to ours.
Because the couple had slightly lower levels of education, both being vocational school graduates, they were less restrained and often made a lot of noise. The creaking of the bed was obvious, but frankly, even their soft breathing and the friction of their lovemaking could be heard. At its worst, he even made our bed shake a little.
Usually at this time, my wife would bury her warm, pretty face in my chest.
We would kiss lightly… My wife would grasp my penis with her hand, and I would stroke her round, pert buttocks.
My wife's buttocks were quite eye-catching among women, especially when she wore white jeans; they were incredibly sexy.
When I couldn't resist climbing on top of my wife, she stubbornly refused to let me penetrate her vagina.
She was always very shy. She was afraid that others would hear the sounds we made while making love.
But my penis was incredibly hard, and I absolutely had to find a vagina to penetrate.
At this point, my wife would willingly crawl under the covers and take my glans into her alluring mouth, sucking hard.
Enjoying her delicate tongue while listening to the sounds of our intercourse coming from the other bed was quite a pleasure.
Sometimes, I would also insert my big toe into my wife's tight vagina and gently thrust in and out.
For some reason, although my wife wasn't a virgin when she married me, her vagina remained very tight and elastic even after two years of marriage…
At this time, my wife would twist her hips even more vigorously, sucking on me, and even playfully taking my testicles into her mouth.
Finally, I would ejaculate in her mouth, and afraid of making a sound, she would swallow my semen under the covers…
The first time she swallowed my semen, she almost vomited, but after that, she didn't mind eating it.
When she came out of bed, her head was covered in fragrant sweat, her lower body was often wet from my toes, and her mouth was full of the taste of semen.
The couple making love on the next bed probably had no idea that our lovemaking was just as impressive as theirs.
Summer was here, the blankets were getting thinner, and the sucking sounds my wife made while giving me oral sex under the covers were becoming increasingly difficult to conceal.
The sounds from the next bed were also clearer, often fueling our desire. Twice, we couldn't resist and made love to each other in bed.
Three couples simultaneously engaging in sexual activity in the small dormitory was quite a spectacle.
My wife still couldn't stand it; she felt the small dormitory had become a brothel, turning everyone into pigs and dogs.
Moreover, she always couldn't suppress her soft screams during orgasms.
I suspected she had already become the object of the other two men's voyeuristic fantasies.
Of the three women, she was the most beautiful, had the best figure, and was a legitimate university graduate. The two husbands always liked to stare at her pretty face, breasts, and buttocks when they chatted.
My wife is particularly sensitive to heat, and in the summer she loves to wear very thin skirts. While she's usually very careful, when she bends over to cook or chat with others, she often inadvertently reveals a deep cleavage and the curves of her buttocks, much to the delight of the two men in our dorm room.
When they make love to my wife at night, they deliberately make a lot of noise, seemingly intentionally letting her hear, to demonstrate their masculinity and strength.
Once, my wife couldn't help but whisper to me, "Honey, I think other men last longer in bed than you!"
Because my foreskin is a bit long and my glans is particularly sensitive, I can't withstand the stimulation of my wife's delicate vagina. Often, I'll only last a few minutes after penetration, less than five minutes, before I'm finished.
Usually, we're behind them, and while we're done, they're still going strong.
In a war of attrition, I was indeed outmatched by those two men.
Besides, I suspected they had already discovered my wife's secret of performing oral sex on me.
They often complimented my wife's beautiful mouth with malicious intent, and liked to buy bananas, peel them, and give them to her. They said my wife looked adorable eating bananas, both elegant and pleasing to the eye.
At first, my wife was quite pleased, thinking they were genuinely praising her. Later, after I pointed it out, she realized what men meant by women eating bananas.
From then on, her face would flush red whenever she saw a banana, and she dared not bite into one in front of many people.
To enjoy sex with my wife, I went to great lengths.
After some investigation, I discovered that the gym upstairs in our dormitory was a good place.
There were two ping-pong tables there, and the three of us couples and the single men often went up to play. At night, when no one was there, the door was left unlocked.
At night, when the two couples in my room started making love, we would quietly slip upstairs.
I had my wife lift her skirt, lie on her back on the ping-pong table, spread her legs, revealing her alluring vulva…
Although I dared not turn on the light and couldn't see her narrow opening clearly, I could still accurately locate her private parts. Sometimes, after a few random thrusts, my wife would personally guide my penis, leading me into her sacred paradise.
I could finally hold my wife's plump, white buttocks and make love to my heart's content, and my wife could let out not-so-suppressed moans…
Afterwards, my meticulous wife would always use her skirt to wipe away the remaining filth on the ping-pong table.
Occasionally, I would play 69 with my wife on the ping-pong table, having her suck my penis with her delicate mouth, while I sucked her thin labia into my mouth and inserted my tongue into her vulva…
In the end, I sucked a mouthful of my wife's vaginal fluid, and she was also covered in it. Once, while my wife was giving me oral sex,
I mischievously tried to insert a clean ping-pong ball into her vagina.
But her vagina was just too small. I struggled for ages and could only manage to squeeze in half a ball.
I tried to push it in harder, but my wife got impatient, spat out my penis, and said, "If you keep messing around, I won't let you suck it anymore."
I said, feeling wronged, "A ping-pong ball is just like a man's glans. I just wanted to see if a bigger glans would make you enjoy it more.
I don't want a big glans, I just want you!" My wife finished speaking, playfully kissed my glans, and suddenly pressed herself against me, rapidly twisting her plump, white buttocks…
We both reached an unprecedented orgasm simultaneously.
The next day, when we came in to play ping-pong with a large group of men, my wife and I exchanged knowing smiles.
No man would have expected the intimate moments that occurred on that ping-pong table that night, and no one would have imagined that the ball they were hitting had once touched my wife's vagina, perhaps even bearing a trace of her vaginal fluid…
But the men still enjoyed playing with my wife; even watching her play was a pleasure.
While playing, her high, firm breasts swayed back and forth, her round, pert buttocks twisted and turned, and she kept making soft moans, which was truly captivating... (IV)
The ping-pong table in the gym became my wife's and my playground for romance.
Unexpectedly, things still took an unexpected turn.
One time, my wife was recognized as an advanced worker at her workplace and received a bonus. That night, we celebrated by making love on the ping-pong table.
Halfway through, I wanted to try something different, so I pulled my already wet penis out of my wife's vagina and brought it to her mouth.
My wife understood and opened her alluring red lips, rubbing my penis back and forth between her lips, while her tongue licked my glans back and forth.
Finally, she took my swollen glans into her mouth and sucked on it with a smacking sound, like a greedy little girl munching on an ice pop.
I used both hands to pry open her thin labia, licking her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, teasing her vulva with delight.
My wife curled up, itchy all over, sucking even more eagerly.
My lower body was throbbing painfully, and under the attack of her little mouth, it immediately became thick and hard.
To insert my tongue deeper into my wife's vagina, I threw her floral panties hanging on one leg to the ground, and then lifted her legs onto my shoulders.
This way, my wife's vagina was close to my mouth, and her narrow vulva was stretched wide open.
Hehe, no one would have thought that my dignified and lovely wife, the model female worker at her workplace, would lie on the ping-pong table like this for me to play with, right? My tongue slipped inside, moving like a little snake within my wife's jade vulva.
It's all your fault; if anyone finds out, I'll be too ashamed to show my face. My wife, exhausted and coquettish, felt a burning sensation all over her body from the tingling and itching in her vagina. Her right hand involuntarily lifted her short skirt, reaching down to caress her vagina, inserting two fingers and stirring them incessantly. "
You not only have to be a model worker, but you also have to be equally impressive in lovemaking. That's what you call all-around development!" I joked with her.
A moment later, a trickle of fluid seeped from my penis. My wife, overjoyed, sucked even harder, her mouth wide open, beads of sweat sliding down her flushed face, while her left hand moved incessantly inside her vagina, her fingers glistening with her own fluids.
The intense stimulation made me groan, pleasure coursing through my body. Her pubic hair twitched on her face, causing her to feel waves of tingling and itching.
My wife's sucking intensified, a trickle of fluid from the corner of her mouth, highlighting her beautiful face and adding to the allure.
The tightness of her mouth also brought me to the brink of ejaculation.
"Husband, you have to hold on!" My wife reluctantly spat out my penis, the saliva on her tongue mixing with the saliva on my penis, forming a long, sticky line.
My penis swelled even more, the veins on the glans bulging. A tingling, numb sensation spread through every cell, my bones ached, and I relentlessly thrust deep into her throat.
My wife's eyes rolled back, gasping for breath. I stroked her sweet face and thrust forty or fifty times in one go.
My wife seemed to be suffocating, moaning softly, her pink cheeks flushed red.
I hurriedly pulled out of her mouth.
My wife gasped for breath, coughing incessantly.
I then had her hold onto the ping-pong table, her round buttocks raised high.
I guided my thick penis with my hands, aiming it at her already parted vulva and thrusting inside.
My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, making my thrusting slightly difficult, feeling as if my penis was being sucked by her vagina.
Tell me, female advanced worker, what does this position resemble? I thrust in and out, the head of my penis scraping against my wife's sensitive vaginal walls. "
Like a bitch," my wife replied irritably, her cheeks flushed, panting heavily, and forcefully arching her snow-white buttocks.
Gradually, the sounds of splashing water and the slapping of my body against her buttocks came from her lower body.
I tried my best to insert my penis as far as possible into her body, guiding her towards a carnal climax with me.
She tried to push me away, but she was too weak to even lift her hand. She could only muster her strength and endure the thick nectar gushing from the depths of her flower like a spring.
I don't know where the strength came from, but I kept thrusting and pumping, constantly feeling the pleasure from the contractions of my wife's vaginal walls.
The vaginal fluids in my wife's peach blossom cave were almost dried up, and I forcefully ejaculated my hot semen into her body, all the way to her uterus.
Each ejaculation caused my wife's body to tremble violently.
"My dear female model worker, how does my reward tonight compare to the certificate and bonus your company boss gives you?" I asked smugly.
"Pah, I can't be bothered with you." My wife spat at me, glanced at her wristwatch, and said hurriedly, "It's almost midnight, hurry back to the dormitory to rest. I played for more than half an hour today, three times longer than usual. I can't sleep in late tomorrow morning, or the company will laugh at me for being a model worker." "
That's right. " I quickly took her hand and went downstairs.
That night, we slept soundly, naked in each other's arms.
But when my wife woke up the next morning, she suddenly discovered something!
She was still dazed from my vigor the night before, and in her haste, she had come downstairs with me naked. Her floral panties were still lying on the floor of the ping-pong table upstairs.
She hurriedly put on her clothes and rushed upstairs with me.
A few men who were doing their morning exercise were playing ping-pong. When they saw her, their crotches bulged, and they said with smirks, "Good morning, want to play a few games?"
"No! No!" She glanced nervously at the floor, and her floral panties were gone!
Good heavens! She was shocked and her face turned pale. I was at a loss too.
"Hey, are you guys playing ping-pong?" a few men asked loudly, one of them even tossing a paddle to my wife in a fawning manner.
They usually loved playing ping-pong with my wife.
My wife was light and agile, and her skills were decent. But what was most captivating was her demeanor and posture while playing ball. My
wife always liked to wear a sleeveless tank top when she played, and if they were lucky, they could even catch a glimpse of her breasts when she bent down to pick up the ball.
"No, you guys play, I don't want to play," my wife shook her head. "
If you're not playing, then what are you doing up so early?" one of the men asked.
"N-nothing...just came up to take a look." "Just finished eating, nothing to do..." My wife blushed to her neck, pretended to watch the ball for a while, then turned and went downstairs.
Several men stared intently at her back, unable to focus on their game. "
It's all your fault, you made me lose my panties," she said to me, looking aggrieved, at the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah, where could they be?" I asked suspiciously.
"Could those men playing ball have picked them up?" my wife asked worriedly.
"No way, I didn't see your panties near them," I tried to reassure her.
"Why would the person who found it keep my underwear next to them?" my wife said anxiously, twisting the hem of her skirt. "I'm so embarrassed now! My underwear was under the pool table, whoever found it will definitely guess what we were doing there!" "
Don't worry," I tried to reassure her, "even if they find it, it's not a big deal. Who would know it's your underwear? There are other women upstairs, you're not the only one."
"What do you know? Solid-color underwear is all the rage now. I'm the only woman upstairs wearing floral underwear, and they're only doing it for you..." my wife felt even more aggrieved.
Indeed, I've always liked my wife wearing floral underwear. I've also noticed that when the women hang their clothes out to dry, only my wife's underwear is floral. "
Don't worry, maybe the cleaning staff took it as trash..." I comforted her.
"I hope so!" My wife sighed helplessly, changed into her work clothes, and hurried off to work.
For several days, my wife seemed lost in thought, anxious and uneasy about her missing underwear. I tried to get her to come upstairs for sex,
but she refused. Everything was calm; no one bothered her, no one joked about the underwear, and no one threatened her.
My wife finally relaxed, believing that the underwear had indeed been picked up by someone unaware of the situation. Thank goodness, she agreed to come upstairs with me again.
The moonlight was beautiful that night, and the small dormitory room was filled with restless activity. Because we both understood each other implicitly, our actions became increasingly unrestrained. My wife and I felt the bed shaking and heard that familiar sound. We quietly got out of bed. "
So late, are you still going out?" The man on the next bed heard our movements and stopped. "
Yes, yes, we're going outside for some fresh air and to enjoy the moon." My wife stuck her tongue out at me.
"You college students are so romantic!" The man on the other bed said in a muffled voice, slightly breathless. It was clear he was still inside his wife.
"We'll be out for a bit, you two continue," I said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, as I took my wife's hand and led her out the door.
This time, however, my wife had been thoughtful; before getting out of bed, she had deliberately removed her bra and panties, leaving her only in a dress. This way, she would be completely naked underneath, and once upstairs, all I had to do was lift her
skirt to make love with her. I couldn't help but admire her genius; my wife was quite gifted in lovemaking. Upstairs, I eagerly pushed my wife down onto the ping-pong table and lifted her skirt. Moonlight streamed in through the window, and I could clearly see my wife's beautiful body. Her thighs were snow-white and long, and although her groin was dark, her pubic hair was sparse, not very thick.
For a while, I had longed for my wife to have a thick, bushy pubic hair, and I had even researched it extensively. I had heard that shaving a woman's pubic hair and then rubbing her genitals with ginger slices could promote its growth.
That noon, since no one was in the dorm, I thought I'd do it the same way. Unexpectedly, my wife resisted shaving her pubic hair, saying she'd be too ashamed to face anyone if people found out.
I said, "You're not going to publicly display your pubic area, how will people know you've shaved?"
My wife said, "Men certainly won't notice, but what about women? I always shower in public bathrooms, how can they not notice I don't have any hair down there? What am I supposed to say if they ask?"
I said, "Why don't you choose a time when you don't know anyone to shower? If you happen to be face-to-face with someone, you can cover your pubic area with a towel! Who would lift your towel to see your genitals?"
After much coaxing, my wife finally agreed to shave. The process of shaving my wife's pubic hair was quite exciting. As the small scissors snipped and sniped at her curly pubic hair, her shy expression was incredibly cute. Finally, I used a razor to shave her mons pubis three times until it was completely clean.
Looking at my wife's hairless vulva, so different from her usual appearance, I was suddenly overcome with lust. I pounced on her, kissed her vulva which resembled a baby's mouth, and thrust my tongue into her narrow vagina.
Because her vulva was hairless, it was especially convenient for me to nibble on it. Unlike before, I didn't have to worry about getting her pubic hair in my mouth. So, sometimes I would suck her soft labia into my mouth and chew them gently, and sometimes I would insert my tongue deep into her vagina, scraping and sucking her nectar. I even squeezed my nose between her two smooth labia, teasing her small clitoris with a series of smacking sounds.
She couldn't take it anymore. Her buttocks twisted, her legs contracted and opened repeatedly, and she hummed softly. Her tongue also opened its mouth and took my penis in, licking along the lower edge of my erect shaft.
I felt that my wife's mouth was even more comfortable and stimulating than her vagina. I was almost at the peak of pleasure. I rotated my penis and let her tender tongue swirl around the head of my penis.
My wife stared at my penis, her beautiful eyelashes occasionally fluttering as she glanced at me. She would move her delicate tongue up and down on my engorged glans from time to time, finally taking it into her mouth and stirring it with her tongue.
Because it was so stimulating, I only thrust in and out of her mouth about thirty times before my body trembled, and streams of semen shot into her throat like bullets. Before my wife could react, it was all down her throat. My semen was still gushing out.
"Ugh, you're disgusting, you've got my mouth all messed up!" My wife, her mouth full of semen, pretended to vomit.
I was also covered in sweat, my face filled with a happy and satisfied smile, and I said in a coquettish tone, "Wife, swallow it. People say a man's semen is a woman's best beautician! As long as a woman eats this stuff often, she'll never age."
My wife had no choice but to gulp down all the semen.
Afterwards, my wife looked down at her pubic area, which was a mess of slippery, juicy flesh from my tongue, and lowered her eyes, saying, "I'm so embarrassed." She then instructed me, "Don't throw my pubic hair away carelessly. Wrap it in paper and throw it in the trash can, so someone doesn't find it and make a fool of themselves."
I verbally agreed, but secretly wrapped her pubic hair in paper, not wanting to throw it away, and hid it in a small suitcase under the bed.
The next day, my wife seemed a little uncomfortable at work. When people glanced at her genitals, she would instinctively clench her legs, as if afraid they would discover her secret of having no pubic hair. Fortunately, everything seemed normal; no one noticed that this responsible and beautiful woman had had her pubic hair shaved off by her husband before going to work.
After her pubic hair had fully grown back, I shaved it off again. This was repeated three to five times. My wife's pubic hair was slightly thicker than before, but it wasn't much more abundant, and far from being lush.
One time, while she was showering, her female companion inadvertently discovered the lack of pubic hair. Curious, the companion asked her what had happened.
She blushed deeply and said awkwardly, "I'm a little hot, so I shaved it off. It's the same reason women cut their hair short in the summer."
Her talkative female friend may have let slip her secret. From then on, every summer, her male colleagues looked at her strangely, some even jokingly asking, "Hey beautiful, summer's here, have you cut your pubic hair yet?"
Actually, my views had changed during this time; I found my wife's sparse pubic hair quite attractive and stopped shaving her. But she still carried the reputation of being a hairless beauty.
At that moment, the moonlight shone on my wife's alluring vulva, her cute face, and her small mouth, and my lower body became erect again. Facing her lying on the ping-pong table, which hole should I insert into first?
My wife lay on the ping-pong table, the moonlight bathing her, making her appear dreamlike and beautiful.
I pounced on her, embracing her, one hand kneading her firm buttocks, the other already climbing to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between my fingers, rubbing her breasts with my entire palm. "
Husband, don't do anything rash!" My wife, feigning reluctance, let out a soft moan. "
I'm going to do whatever I want, so what? Go ahead and moan!" I hugged her tightly without hesitation.
Most men believe that as long as they are considerate and obedient to women, they can win their hearts. This is actually a huge mistake!
Many psychologists have analyzed that even the most normal woman has a psychological dependence on men. When dealing with women, one should take the initiative and give orders; when being firm, one should be firm to the end.
I understood this principle, of course. At first, I gently caressed my wife's breasts. When she showed an expression of ecstasy and let out sweet sighs, I used my fingertips to pull her breasts upwards, then gently enveloped and kneaded them with my palms. Then, I squeezed out a deep cleavage from the edge of her breasts.
Every time we played ping-pong, this cleavage attracted the attention of countless men.
At this moment, the sensory nerve endings of the numerous cells on her nipples, densely packed like a fishing net, received the stimulation from my fingers, giving her an explosive burst of pleasure.
She hugged me tightly, her delicate tongue slipping between my lips, swirling in my mouth, her small hands encircling my body, gripping my back tightly.
Images of my wife giving me oral sex flashed through my mind, along with men lecherously watching her play ping-pong, kissing her passionately while fondling her breasts. "
Darling, your breasts are like two giant ping-pong balls," I said flatteringly. "
More like snowballs," my wife couldn't help but utter a sweet, coquettish sound, grabbing my penis through my pants. "When you get hard, it feels a bit like a racket in my hand."
After a passionate kiss, her tongue reluctantly left my mouth.
I stroked her soft vulva between her legs and asked, "Want to make love?"
"Yes, I want it so badly," my wife replied, pouting deliberately. "
Want to make love with me, or with those two virile guys in the dorm?" I asked teasingly.
My wife blushed again, and replied shyly, "Of course I want to be with you. I don't want someone else's big cock."
Hearing the word "cock" from my innocent wife's mouth for the first time made my penis even harder. I never expected my usually quiet wife to use such a vulgar word. "
Darling, are you serious?" My heart skipped a beat. "
Of course!" My wife nestled coquettishly in my arms. "
But…have you seen their genitals? Otherwise, how would you know they have big cocks? And not small or short cocks?" I suddenly caught her off guard.
My wife hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head shyly, tapped my forehead with her fingertip, and said, "Silly boy, what are you thinking? They've lived under the same roof as us for so long, and they're always so loud and long in bed. How could I not guess?"
My mind went blank again. My wife's words were believable. However, the thought of those two guys making love with his wife while she was wildly speculating about the size of their cocks made me a little jealous.
Honestly, when they're having sex, don't you also wish you had a big thing inside you? My hand reached for my wife's vulva, probing inside her little hole.
You know perfectly well, I won't answer you. My wife twisted her hips, turned around, but her little hand still gripped my penis tightly.
Having such a charming yet gentle and lovely wife at home, I don't know whether to be happy or unlucky.
Husband, don't you want me anymore? My wife turned back, hooked her arms around my neck, and said coquettishly.
"Yes...of course I want you. I want you...you're so beautiful, so charming, if I didn't want you, someone else would have snatched you away long ago." I kissed her cheek again. "
Then hurry up." My wife urged nervously, "If we stay here too long, I'm afraid something might happen."
As she spoke, she lifted her skirt, revealing her snow-white, upturned buttocks...
You...you're really not wearing anything underneath?" I wanted to tease her a little.
My wife hesitated for a moment before saying shyly, "I lost my panties last time, and I don't want to make the same mistake again."
"Hmph, maybe you deliberately lost your panties last time..." I teased her intentionally. "
Are you crazy?" She was so worried about this. "I'm so afraid something might happen..." my wife said anxiously. "
What could possibly happen with a little pair of panties?" I asked dismissively.
"I can't say for sure, but a woman's intuition tells me that my panties didn't end up in the trash... Who could have picked them up?" my wife whispered. "
I have a sixth sense too, I think it must have been a man." "Maybe that guy is masturbating over your panties right now," I said mischievously. "
Oh dear, that's quite possible, there are so many perverted men these days..." My wife's face paled instantly. "It's so embarrassing! Maybe there are even a few of my pubic hairs stuck to my panties. If that guy had them, wouldn't I be too ashamed to show my face to anyone?"
"Too ashamed to show my face to anyone? Then you can show your face to anyone with your ass and vulva," I said with a laugh. "
Pah, I'm being serious with you," my wife said, her face flushing red. "
You really embarrassed yourself this time. Maybe that guy got your panties and is fantasizing about holding you, aiming at your pussy, and happily penetrating you." As soon as I said this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy. And your pubic hair must have given him a lot of stimulation too.
I face those men every day, yet I have no idea who has my underwear. And what about that guy with my pubic hair? What will he think of me? What outrageous things will he do? My wife twisted her waist nervously, her small hands involuntarily covering her genitals, as if afraid some bad thing might take advantage of her.
Yes, maybe he'll call and make you go to a secluded place to retrieve your underwear and pubic hair, forcing you to have sex with him, to become his mistress, or even rape you, or even have a group of friends gang rape you… If you refuse to go to such a place, he'll threaten to expose your underwear and pubic hair to the public, even taking pictures and posting them online…
Oh God, what should I do? My wife nestled against me like a little bird, looking at me helplessly, her eyes filled with sorrow and pity.
What are you afraid of? This is just my speculation; it's not like anyone can actually have sex with you. No one has bothered you these past few days, which means that guy hasn't thought of these ideas yet, or he's just a coward. He should be satisfied with just one pair of your underwear. You're mine, and only I can enjoy you, enjoy your body. After saying that, I looked at my wife's big, watery eyes and her beautiful mouth.
If that's really the case, that would be wonderful. My wife smiled sweetly, feeling much more at ease.
Although she didn't have cherry lips, her full lips were very sexy, and they were lips that could sing and had tasted a man's penis.
I couldn't help but straddle her face again and said, "Tonight, your lips are especially beautiful.
Are you having bad thoughts again?" My wife's eyebrows were like spring mountains, her nose like goose fat, and her pretty face blushed, her beautiful little mouth slightly parted...
Having a wife who can taste penis is really different; it brings a lot of unexpected pleasure to sex and life.
However, my wife didn't seem to have found the feeling yet.
My glans hovered near her mouth. "
Why don't you come in?" My wife wiggled her buttocks.
Her little buttocks were truly captivating, round and perky, attracting men's attention wherever she went. Whenever she played ping-pong, many men would gather around, ostensibly to watch the game, but really to admire the way her breasts and hips swayed.
At first, she was a little embarrassed, but she got used to it and became natural, no longer bothered by the men's blatant admiring gazes.
"Hehe! My dear wife, your teeth are so sharp, I wouldn't dare to be presumptuous without your permission." I looked at my wife with innocent eyes, but moved forward slightly, my thick penis already pressed against her lips.
"Hehe, are you scared?" A faint, musky scent stimulated my wife, her eyes becoming even more hazy. Understandingly, she cupped my penis in her hands and began to suck on it reverently.
Although there was a slight fishy smell, she still licked my testicles with her tender tongue, and finally boldly opened her cherry lips, taking my glans inside.
The moment my penis entered her beautiful mouth, my body trembled slightly. I took a deep breath; my wife's warm, small mouth sent a tingling sensation through my body.
I thrust my hips forward, my penis plunging straight into her mouth.
My long penis reached right up to my wife's throat.
My wife's breathing became a little rough, and she murmured breathlessly, her alluring tongue appearing and disappearing with each thrust.
I hugged her again and asked, "How does oral sex feel?"
"How does it feel? You're having a good time, but my cheeks are sore and numb..." my wife scolded me playfully. Her tender tongue, however, swirled like a nimble snake around the groove of my glans, tapping, licking, kissing, and biting, making my lower body feel like it was about to explode. I quickly took a deep breath to hold back my ejaculation. "
I'll make it up to you." Staring at her small mouth, filled to the brim with my penis, I felt a little guilty. "
How will you make it up to me?" my wife teased me. "
Next time, I'll lick your clitoris too." I said ecstatically.
"Pah! Dream on!" Ya Hui pouted coquettishly, twisting her slender waist. "I want it now." "
But I've already cleaned my mouth today, I don't want to eat that rotten persimmon of yours." I noticed my wife's lower body was already dripping wet. "
I don't want to eat my rotten persimmon, and I don't want to eat your rotten banana!" My wife spat out my glans in a huff.
The way my beauty looked when she was angry was both pitiful and lovable. "
Tell the truth, darling, do you regret marrying me?" I patted her plump, upturned buttocks, gazing at her tenderly. "
If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have married you. You're penniless, powerless, and you bully people, forcing filth into their mouths, you're awful. I was such a fool to marry you." My wife deliberately pouted her lips, still sticky with my semen, and said coquettishly. "
Really?" I pretended to be dejected and lowered my head. "
Just kidding, actually, from the moment I became your wife, I knew my happiness would only increase." My wife kissed me tenderly on the forehead. "
For a penniless scholar like me, marrying a wife like you is truly a blessing. Your willingness to perform oral sex on me already makes me feel like an emperor. However, I won't mistreat you. I can't afford to buy you a house or a car, but I can give you a big, loving cock that cherishes you..."
I took a deep breath, had my wife support herself on the table, her upper body arched, her plump buttocks raised high. I stood behind her, admiring her smooth, round buttocks.
From her cleft, I could clearly see her slightly parted vulva and tightly closed anus; her small labia and pink bud were so dazzling.
I could no longer resist the temptation. I pressed my face tightly against her little buttocks, sticking out my tongue to lick her alluring vulva and labia, and of course, I didn't miss her little anus.
My wife had just taken a shower, and the scent of bath gel still lingered on her vulva and anus.
I spat a large mouthful of saliva onto my wife's already wet vulva and slapped her plump right buttock hard, making her cry out, "Ah..." "
You little slut, I'll teach you to cry." I deliberately let my thick, erect penis lightly touch my wife's labia and anus, while my hands played with her round, snow-white buttocks.
"Ah...husband, you...faster..." my wife lowered her eyes and pleaded softly. But her little buttocks moved back to meet me. "
Can't take it anymore? You little slut who needs to be fucked, you're not happy if no one fucks you, are you?" I said, inserting my dark red penis head into my wife's tight buttocks, directly into her wet vulva.
Lubricated by the sweat in my wife's vagina, my penis slid in all the way, the head pressing hard against her clitoris, making her legs go weak and she cry out, her breasts swaying back and forth.
As I thrust in and out, I reached under her skirt to caress her small breasts.
With each thrust, her snow-white buttocks writhed.
Looking at her flushed cheeks, I couldn't resist another round of vigorous thrusting. My penis was fully inserted into her pink little hole, the head grinding against her soft clitoris.
My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, accompanied by moans, and she shook her head violently.
I thrust my thick penis in and out, the head scraping against the sensitive walls of her vagina. At the same time, I suppressed the urge to ejaculate, my hands sometimes caressing her round, plump buttocks, sometimes grabbing her full breasts, trying to distract myself from the intense pleasure emanating from my penis.
Her two white, plump buttocks were being kneaded by my hands, her tender, pepper-like breasts clamping against my hands, the tingling sensation further arousing my desire. I thrust my magnificent weapon forward, charging relentlessly towards her secret garden.
We seemed to have forgotten the passage of time, completely oblivious to the time and place.
My wife was now drenched in a fine sweat, moaning softly.
But I had no intention of showing her any tenderness; all I knew was that my wife was a woman, a beautiful woman, a woman who could bring me pleasure.
So I thrust and pumped relentlessly, constantly feeling the pleasure from the contractions of her vaginal walls.
The vaginal fluids in my wife's sweet paradise were almost dried up. I shuddered a few times, then lay motionless on her back. Hot semen shot forcefully into her body.
Darling, making love with you is so wonderful… to have married such a wonderful wife, with holes that can be used from both ends, I've truly lived a worthwhile life. I believe there aren't many husbands in the world as happy as me. After a while, I finally pulled out my wet penis with a soft "plop" and slowly left her body.
A stream of milky white semen flowed from between my wife's slightly swollen labia.
Just as I lifted myself up, I saw what looked like a figure outside the window…
I wondered if I was seeing things…
The first time I gave my girlfriend oral sex was a few days before our wedding.
That day, we spent the night in a male friend's dorm room.
There were two beds in the room; my friend slept in one, and my girlfriend and I slept in the other.
Later, as dawn approached, I wanted to have sex with my girlfriend, but she refused, afraid the guy would hear.
I had to hold her head down and force her to suck me. She was also afraid her resistance would be heard by other men, so she had to open her mouth.
Finally, I ejaculated, and she had nowhere to spit it out, so she had to swallow it.
Later, she got up and went outside to perform oral sex for about ten minutes.
From then on, I started having her perform oral sex on me.
After we got married, she performed oral sex on me a few more times.
During her pregnancy, the doctor advised against frequent sex.
Since I was sexually active at the time, I had to have her perform oral sex on me.
She didn't resist much, on the condition that I shower beforehand.
Sometimes she would swallow my semen, sometimes she would spit it down the toilet.
Occasionally, she would joke with me, pouting and asking me to kiss her, wanting me to taste the semen I ejaculated in her mouth, but I couldn't stand the smell. Thinking back on that sticky feeling, it must have been very unpleasant. Thinking about it now, my wife who ate my semen was truly great and adorable.
Now, my wife is menstruating and can't have sex with me, so I have to trouble her to perform oral sex on me more often.
Each time, I make sure to shower, and she rinses her mouth.
Seeing her sucking on my penis and getting sprayed with semen,
I'm incredibly moved.
Once, I jokingly asked her if her colleagues knew that her mouth had once eaten penises.
She was incredibly shy, saying that oral sex was exhausting because her mouth had to be kept wide open in an "O" shape the whole time…
One day, after drinking two bottles of beer, my wife said my glans smelled of alcohol when she was giving me oral sex.
I don't know if she was joking or telling the truth.
Some people say that having a wife with excellent oral skills is a great blessing in my life. Actually, my wife's oral skills aren't exactly outstanding; she just doesn't mind doing it for me often.
Because I feel guilty towards her, I don't dare ask her to do anything too difficult.
When my wife gives me oral sex, I usually have her undress, and I massage her genitals with my toes, gently rubbing her labia.
This makes her more willing to give me oral sex.
And she will involuntarily wiggle her hips, which is very stimulating and enjoyable for both of us.
This is my honest experience, which I'm sharing selflessly.
Many friends, after learning about this, envy my good fortune in having such a good wife, saying that her willingness to do this is already admirable, truly a virtuous wife at home!
Some people say my wife is so amazing, they want a wife like that too, saying what more could a husband ask for? I don't know if everyone is being sincere.
Thanks to Brother Yiyan for remembering me, I'll start by writing this short piece to express my gratitude.
When we first got married, my wife and I lived in her dormitory.
It was a small 15-square-meter room with three other couples.
After 11 p.m., every bed would get lively.
There was a bed right next to ours.
Because the couple there had a slightly lower level of education, both being vocational school graduates, they were less reserved and often made a lot of noise. Needless to say, the creaking of the bed was unmistakable, and to be honest, even their soft breathing and the friction during intercourse could be heard. At its worst, he would make our bed shake a little.
Usually at this time, my wife would bury her warm, pretty face in my chest.
We would kiss lightly… my wife would grab my penis with her hand, and I would stroke her round, perky buttocks.
My wife's buttocks are quite eye-catching among women, especially when she wears white jeans; they're incredibly sexy.
When I couldn't resist climbing on top of her, she stubbornly refused to let me penetrate her vagina.
She's always been very shy. She was afraid people would hear the sounds we made while we were having sex.
But my penis was rock hard; I absolutely had to find a vagina to penetrate.
At this point, my wife would willingly crawl under the covers and take my glans into her alluring mouth, sucking hard.
Enjoying her tongue while listening to the sounds of our intercourse coming from the other bed was quite a pleasure.
Sometimes, I would also insert my big toe into my wife's tight vagina and gently thrust in and out.
For some reason, although my wife wasn't a virgin when she married me, her vagina remained very tight and elastic even after two years of marriage…
At this point, my wife would twist her hips even more vigorously, sucking on me, and even playfully taking my testicles into her mouth.
Finally, I ejaculated into her mouth. Afraid of making noise, she had no choice but to swallow my semen under the covers…
The first time she ate my semen, she almost vomited, but after that, she didn't mind swallowing it.
When she came out of bed, her head was covered in fragrant sweat, her lower body was often wet from my toes, and her mouth was full of the taste of semen.
The couple having sex in the next bed probably never imagined that our lovemaking was no less impressive than theirs.
Summer came, the blankets grew thinner, and the sucking sounds my wife made while giving me oral sex under the covers became increasingly difficult to conceal.
The sounds from the next bed were also more clearly audible, often arousing our lust. Twice, we couldn't hold back and made love in bed too.
Three couples working simultaneously in the small dormitory was quite a spectacle.
My wife still couldn't stand it, feeling that the small dormitory had become a brothel, turning everyone into pigs and dogs.
Moreover, during her orgasms, she always couldn't help but let out soft screams.
I suspected she had long been the object of the other two men's voyeuristic fantasies.
Of the three women, she was the most beautiful, had the best figure, and was a genuine university graduate. The two husbands, when chatting, always liked to stare at her pretty face, breasts, and buttocks.
Because my wife was particularly sensitive to heat, she liked to wear very thin skirts in the summer. Usually careful, when she bent over to cook or chat with others, she would often inadvertently reveal a deep cleavage and the curves of her buttocks, which gave the two men in the dormitory a feast for the eyes.
When they made love with my wife at night, they deliberately made a lot of noise, seemingly intentionally letting my wife hear it, to show her their masculine prowess and strength.
Once, my wife couldn't help but secretly tell me: "Honey, I think other women last longer in bed than you!"
Because my foreskin is a bit long and my glans is particularly sensitive, it can't withstand the stimulation of my wife's delicate vagina. Often, I'd only be inside for a few seconds, barely five minutes before I'd ejaculate.
Usually, we'd be working on them from behind, and by the time we finished, they were still going strong.
In terms of endurance, I was definitely outmatched by those two men.
Besides, I suspected they'd already discovered my wife's secret of giving me oral sex.
They often complimented my wife's mouth with malicious intent, and they liked to buy bananas, peel them, and give them to her. They said my wife looked adorable eating bananas, both elegant and pleasing to the eye.
At first, my wife was quite pleased, thinking they were genuinely praising her. Later, after I pointed it out, she realized what men meant by women eating bananas.
From then on, her face would flush red whenever she saw a banana, and she dared not bite into one in front of others.
To enjoy sex with my wife more, I went to great lengths.
After some research, I found the gym upstairs in our dormitory to be a good place.
There were two ping-pong tables there, where the three of us young couples and the bachelors often played. At night, when no one was there, the door was never closed. At night,
while the two couples in the room were making love, we would quietly slip upstairs.
I would have my wife lift her skirt, lie on her back on the ping-pong table, spread her legs, revealing her alluring vulva…
Although I dared not turn on the light and couldn't see her narrow opening clearly, I could still accurately locate her private parts. Sometimes, after a few random thrusts, my wife would personally guide my penis, leading me into her sacred paradise.
I could finally hold my wife's plump, white buttocks and make love to my heart's content, and my wife could let out not-so-suppressed moans…
Afterwards, my meticulous wife would always use her skirt to wipe away the remaining filth on the ping-pong table.
Occasionally, my wife and I would play 69 on the ping-pong table, with her sucking my penis with her delicate mouth while I took her thin labia into my mouth and inserted my tongue into her vagina…
In the end, I sucked a mouthful of her vaginal fluid, and she was covered in it too. Once, while my wife was giving me oral sex,
I mischievously tried to insert a clean ping-pong ball into her vagina.
But her vagina was too small; after a lot of effort, I could only manage to fit half of the ball in.
I tried to push it in harder, but my wife got impatient, spat out my penis, and said, “If you keep messing around, I won’t let you suck it anymore.”
I said, feeling wronged, “A ping-pong ball is just like a man’s glans. I just wanted to see if a bigger glans would make you enjoy it more.” “
I don’t want a big glans, I just want you!” After my wife finished speaking, she playfully kissed my glans, then suddenly pressed herself against me, quickly twisting her plump, white buttocks...
We both reached an unprecedented climax at the same time.
The next day, when we came in to play ball with a large group of men again, my wife and I exchanged knowing smiles.
No man would have expected the intimate moments that happened on this ping-pong table that night, and no one would have thought that the ball they were hitting had once touched my wife's vagina, perhaps even with a little bit of my wife's vaginal fluid on it...
But the men still liked playing ball with my wife, and even watching her play was a pleasure.
While playing, her high breasts swayed up and down, her round, perky buttocks twisted back and forth, and she kept making cute noises, which was really exciting... (IV)
The ping-pong table in the gym became my wife and my place of romance.
Unexpectedly, things still took an unexpected turn.
Once, my wife was recognized as an outstanding employee at work and received a bonus. That evening, we celebrated with some passion on the ping-pong table.
Halfway through, I wanted to try something different, so I pulled my already wet penis from her vagina and brought it to her mouth.
My wife understood immediately, opening her alluring red lips and rubbing my penis back and forth between them, her tongue licking the glans.
Finally, she took my swollen glans into her mouth and began sucking on it with a series of smacking sounds, like a greedy little girl munching on an ice pop.
I used both hands to pry open her thin labia, licking her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, teasing her vulva with delight.
My wife curled up, itchy all over, sucking even more eagerly.
My lower body was throbbing painfully, and under the attack of her little mouth, it immediately became thick and hard.
To insert my tongue deeper into my wife's vagina, I threw her floral panties hanging on one leg to the ground, and then lifted her legs onto my shoulders.
This way, my wife's vagina was close to my mouth, and her narrow vulva was stretched wide open.
Hehe, no one would have thought that my dignified and lovely wife, the model female worker at her workplace, would lie on the ping-pong table like this for me to play with, right? My tongue slipped inside, moving like a little snake within my wife's jade vulva.
It's all your fault; if anyone finds out, I'll be too ashamed to show my face. My wife, exhausted and coquettish, felt a burning sensation all over her body from the tingling and itching in her vagina. Her right hand involuntarily lifted her short skirt, reaching down to caress her vagina, inserting two fingers and stirring them incessantly. "
You not only have to be a model worker, but you also have to be equally impressive in lovemaking. That's what you call all-around development!" I joked with her.
A moment later, a trickle of fluid seeped from my penis. My wife, overjoyed, sucked even harder, her mouth wide open, beads of sweat sliding down her flushed face, while her left hand moved incessantly inside her vagina, her fingers glistening with her own fluids.
The intense stimulation made me groan, pleasure coursing through my body. Her pubic hair twitched on her face, causing her to feel waves of tingling and itching.
My wife's sucking intensified, a trickle of fluid from the corner of her mouth, highlighting her beautiful face and adding to the allure.
The tightness of her mouth also brought me to the brink of ejaculation.
"Husband, you have to hold on!" My wife reluctantly spat out my penis, the saliva on her tongue mixing with the saliva on my penis, forming a long, sticky line.
My penis swelled even more, the veins on the glans bulging. A tingling, numb sensation spread through every cell, my bones ached, and I relentlessly thrust deep into her throat.
My wife's eyes rolled back, gasping for breath. I stroked her sweet face and thrust forty or fifty times in one go.
My wife seemed to be suffocating, moaning softly, her pink cheeks flushed red.
I hurriedly pulled out of her mouth.
My wife gasped for breath, coughing incessantly.
I then had her hold onto the ping-pong table, her round buttocks raised high.
I guided my thick penis with my hands, aiming it at her already parted vulva and thrusting inside.
My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, making my thrusting slightly difficult, feeling as if my penis was being sucked by her vagina.
Tell me, female advanced worker, what does this position resemble? I thrust in and out, my glans scraping against my wife's sensitive vaginal walls. "
Like a bitch," my wife replied irritably, her cheeks flushed, panting heavily, and forcefully arching her snow-white buttocks.
Gradually, a series of splashing sounds came from her lower body, along with the slapping sounds of my body hitting her buttocks.
I tried my best to insert my penis as far as possible into her body, guiding her towards a carnal climax with me.
She tried to push me away, but she was too weak to even lift her hand, so she could only muster her strength and try to endure the thick nectar gushing from the depths of her flower like a spring.
I don't know where the strength came from, but I kept thrusting and pumping, constantly feeling the pleasure brought by the contractions of my wife's vaginal walls.
The vaginal fluid in my wife's peach blossom honey hole was almost dried up, and I forcefully shot my hot semen into her body, all the way into her uterus.
One ejaculation after another, each time causing my wife's body to tremble violently.
"My dear female model worker, how does my reward tonight compare to the certificate and bonus your boss gave you?" I asked smugly.
"Pah, I can't be bothered with you," my wife spat at me, glanced at her wristwatch, and said hurriedly, "It's almost midnight, hurry back to the dorm and rest. I played for more than half an hour today, three times longer than usual. I can't sleep in tomorrow morning and be late; the company will laugh at me for being a model worker."
"That's right." I quickly took her hand and went downstairs.
That night, we slept soundly, naked in each other's arms.
But the next morning, when my wife woke up, she suddenly discovered something!
She was still dazed from my vigor last night, and in her haste, she came downstairs with me naked. Her floral panties were still lying on the floor of the ping-pong table upstairs.
She hurriedly put on her clothes and rushed upstairs with me.
A few men were playing ping-pong during their morning exercise. Upon seeing her, a bulge appeared in their crotches, and they chuckled, saying, "Good morning! Want to play a few rounds?"
"No! No!" She glanced nervously at the ground—her floral panties were gone!
Good heavens! She was utterly shocked, and I was at a loss for words.
"Hey, are you guys playing ping-pong?" the men asked loudly, one of them even tossing a paddle to my wife ingratiatingly.
They loved playing with my wife.
She was lithe and her skills were decent. But what was most captivating was her demeanor and posture while playing. She
always liked to wear a sleeveless tank top, and if they were lucky, they could even admire her breasts when she bent down to pick up the ball.
"No, you guys play, I don't want to play," my wife shook her head. "If
you're not playing, then what are you doing here so early?" one of the men asked. "
N-nothing...just came up to take a look." We'd just finished eating, and with nothing to do… My wife blushed to her neck, pretended to watch the game for a while, then swayed off downstairs.
Several men stared intently at her back, completely losing focus on their game. "
It's all your fault! You made me lose my underwear!" she said to me, looking aggrieved, at the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah, where could it be?" I asked suspiciously.
"Could those men playing pool have picked it up?" my wife asked worriedly.
"No way, I didn't see your underwear near them," I tried to reassure her. "
Why would the person who found it keep my underwear nearby…" my wife said anxiously, twisting the hem of her skirt. "I'm so embarrassed now! My underwear was under the pool table, whoever found it will definitely guess what we were doing at the table!"
"Don't worry, even if they found it, it's not a big deal. Who would know it's your underwear? There are other women upstairs, you're not the only one," I continued to reassure her. "
What do you know!" These days, solid-color women's underwear is all the rage. I'm the only woman upstairs wearing floral underwear; everyone else is doing it for you… My wife felt even more aggrieved.
Indeed, I've always liked my wife wearing floral underwear. I've also noticed that when the women hang their clothes out to dry, only my wife's underwear is floral. "
Don't worry," I reassured her, "maybe the cleaning lady took it as trash."
"I hope so!" My wife sighed helplessly, changed into her work clothes, and hurried off to work.
For several days, my wife seemed lost in thought, anxious and uneasy about her missing underwear. I tried to get her to come upstairs for sex, but she refused.
But everything was calm; no one bothered her, no one joked about the underwear, and no one threatened her.
My wife finally relaxed, believing that her underwear had indeed been picked up by someone unaware of the situation. Thank goodness, she agreed to come upstairs with me again.
The moonlight was beautiful that night, and the small dormitory room was filled with restless activity. Because we both understood each other implicitly, our actions became increasingly unrestrained. My wife and I both felt the bed shaking and heard that familiar sound. We quietly got out of bed. "
So late, are you still going out?" The man on the other bed heard our movements and stopped. "
Yes, yes, we're going outside for some fresh air and to admire the moon." My wife stuck her tongue out at me. "
You college students are so romantic!" The man on the other bed also spoke in a muffled voice, slightly out of breath, suggesting he was still inside his wife. "
We'll be out for a bit, you can continue," I said half-jokingly, half-seriously, taking my wife's hand as we left.
This time, however, my wife had been thoughtful; before getting out of bed, she had deliberately removed her bra and panties, leaving her in only a dress. This way, she would be completely naked underneath, and once upstairs, I could simply lift her skirt and have sex with her to my heart's content. I couldn't help but admire her genius; my wife was quite gifted in lovemaking.
Upstairs, I eagerly pushed my wife down onto the ping-pong table and lifted her skirt. Moonlight streamed in through the window, allowing me to clearly see my wife's beautiful body. Her thighs were snow-white and long, and although her groin was dark, her pubic hair was sparse.
For a time, I had longed for my wife to have a thick, full pubic area, and I had even researched it extensively. I'd heard that shaving a woman's pubic hair and then rubbing it with ginger slices can promote pubic hair growth.
That noon, since no one was in the dorm, I decided to try it. Unexpectedly, my wife strongly resisted, saying she'd be too ashamed to face anyone if they found out.
I said, "You're not going to publicly display your pubic area, how will people know you've shaved?"
My wife said, "Men certainly won't notice, but what about women? I always shower in public bathhouses, how can they not notice I have no hair down there? What am I supposed to say if they ask?"
I said, "Why don't you choose a time when you don't know anyone to shower? If you happen to be face-to-face with someone, you can cover your pubic area with a towel! Who would lift your towel to see your genitals?"
After much coaxing, my wife finally agreed to shave. The process of shaving my wife's pubic hair was quite exciting; as the small scissors snipped and trimmed her curly pubic hair, her shy expression was incredibly adorable. Finally, I shaved her mons pubis three more times with the razor until it was completely clean.
Looking at my wife's hairless vulva, so different from before, I was suddenly overcome with lust. I pounced on her, kissing her vulva, which resembled a baby's mouth, and thrusting my tongue into her narrow vagina.
Because her vulva was hairless, it was especially easy for me to nibble on it; I didn't have to worry about getting her pubic hair in my mouth like before. So, I would suck her soft labia into my mouth, gently chewing them, and then I would dart my tongue deep into her vagina, scraping and sucking her nectar. I even squeezed my nose between her smooth labia, teasing her small clitoris with a series of loud thuds.
She couldn't take it anymore. Her hips writhed, her legs contracting and expanding repeatedly, squeezing and opening constantly, humming softly. Her tongue also opened its mouth to take my penis in, then licked along the bottom edge of my erect shaft.
I felt that my wife's mouth was even more pleasurable and stimulating than her vagina. I was almost at the peak of pleasure, and I rotated my penis, letting her tender tongue swirl around the head of my penis.
My wife stared at my penis, her beautiful eyelashes occasionally fluttering as she glanced at me. She would move her delicate tongue up and down my engorged glans from time to time, finally taking it into her mouth and swirling it around.
Because it was so stimulating, I only thrust in and out of her mouth about thirty times before my body trembled, and streams of semen shot into her throat like bullets. Before my wife could react, it was all gone from her throat. My semen was still gushing out.
"Ugh, you're disgusting! You've got my mouth all sticky!" My wife, her mouth full of semen, pretended to vomit.
I was sweating profusely, a blissful smile on my face, and said in a coquettish tone, "Honey, eat it! People say a man's semen is a woman's best beautician! As long as a woman eats this regularly, she'll never age."
My wife had no choice but to gulp down all the semen.
Afterwards, she glanced down at her pubic area, which was a mess of slippery, juicy flesh from my tongue, and lowered her eyes, saying, "I'm so embarrassed." She then instructed me, "Don't throw my pubic hair away carelessly. Wrap it in paper and throw it in the trash can, otherwise someone might find it and we'll make a fool of ourselves."
I agreed verbally, but I wrapped her pubic hair in paper and didn't throw it away; instead, I hid it in a small suitcase under the bed.
The next day, my wife was a little uncomfortable at work. If someone stared at her genitals, she would involuntarily clench her legs, as if afraid they would discover her secret of having no hair on her vulva. Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and no one noticed that this beautiful and responsible woman had her pubic hair shaved off by her husband before coming to work.
Once her pubic hair had fully grown back, I shaved it off again. This was repeated three to five times. Her pubic hair was slightly thicker than before, but not much more, and far from being lush.
One time, while she was showering, her female colleague inadvertently noticed the lack of pubic hair. Curious, the colleague asked her what had happened.
She blushed deeply and said awkwardly, "I'm a little hot, so I shaved it off. It's like how women cut their hair short in the summer."
Her colleague, unable to keep quiet, probably let slip her secret. From then on, every summer, her male colleagues looked at her strangely, and some even joked, "Hey beautiful, summer's here, have you cut your hair yet?"
Actually, my views have changed recently. I find my wife's sparse pubic hair quite attractive, and I haven't shaved her for a long time, but she still carries the reputation of being a hairless beauty.
At this moment, the moonlight shines on my wife's alluring vulva, her lovely face and small mouth, and my lower body becomes erect again. Facing her lying on the ping-pong table, which hole should I insert into first?
My wife lies on the ping-pong table, the moonlight pouring over her, making her appear dreamlike and beautiful.
I pounce on her, hug her, one hand kneading her firm buttocks, the other already climbing up to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between my fingers, rubbing her breasts with my entire palm. "
Husband, don't do this!" my wife moaned, feigning resistance. "
I'm going to do it anyway, so what? Shout!" I hugged her tightly without hesitation.
Most men believe that as long as they are considerate and obedient to women, they can win their hearts, but this may be a very, very big mistake!
Many psychology experts have analyzed that even the most normal woman has a psychological tendency to depend on men. When dealing with women, one should take the initiative and give orders when necessary; when it is time to be firm, one should be firm to the end.
Of course I understood this principle. At first, I gently caressed my wife's breasts. When she showed an expression of ecstasy and let out sweet sighs, I used my fingertips to pull her breasts upwards, then gently enveloped them with my palms, kneading them lightly. Next, I squeezed out a deep cleavage from the edge of her breasts.
Every time we played ping-pong, this cleavage attracted the attention of countless men.
At that moment, the sensory nerve endings of her nipples, densely packed like a fishing net, received the stimulation from my fingers, giving her an explosive burst of pleasure.
She would involuntarily hug me tightly, her delicate tongue slipping through my lips, swirling in my mouth, her small hands encircling my body, gripping my back tightly.
Images of my wife giving me oral sex flashed through my mind, along with men lustfully watching her play ping-pong, kissing her passionately while kneading her breasts. "
Darling, your breasts are like two giant ping-pong balls," I said flatteringly.
"It's more like a snowball, but where in the world is there a ping-pong ball as big as me?" My wife couldn't help but let out a sweet, coquettish voice, grabbing my penis through my pants. "When you get hard here, it feels a bit like a ping-pong paddle in my hand."
After a passionate kiss, my wife's tongue reluctantly left my mouth.
I stroked her soft vulva between her legs and asked, "Want to make love?"
"Yes, I want to so much!" My wife answered, deliberately pouting. "
Do you want to make love with me, or with those two 'battle-hardened' guys in the dorm?" I asked teasingly.
My wife's face turned red again, and she answered shyly, "Of course I want to make love with you, I don't want anyone else's big dick."
Hearing the word "dick" from my innocent wife's mouth for the first time, my penis became even harder. I never expected my usually quiet wife to use such a vulgar word.
"Darling, are you serious?" My heart skipped a beat. "
Of course!" My wife nestled coquettishly in my arms. "
But...have you seen their lower bodies? Otherwise, how do you know they have big dicks?" Instead of a small penis, a short penis? I suddenly caught her off guard.
My wife hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head shyly, tapped my forehead with her fingertip, and said, "Silly boy, what are you thinking? They've lived under the same roof as us for so long, and they're always so loud and long in bed, how could I not guess?"
My mind went blank again; my wife's words were believable. However, the thought of those two guys having sex with their wives while my wife was wildly speculating about the size of their penises made me a little jealous. "
Honestly, when they're having sex, don't you also wish you had a big thing inside you?" My hand reached for my wife's vulva, probing inside her little hole. "
You know perfectly well, I won't answer you." My wife twisted her hips, turned around, but her little hand still gripped my penis tightly.
Having such a charming yet gentle and lovely wife at home, I didn't know whether to be happy or unlucky.
"Husband, don't you want me anymore?" My wife turned back, wrapped her arms around my neck, and said coquettishly, "
Yes...of course I want you. I want you...you're so beautiful, so charming. If I didn't want you, someone else would have snatched you away long ago." I kissed her cheek again. "
Then hurry up." My wife urged nervously, afraid that things might go wrong if we stayed here too long.
As she spoke, she lifted her skirt, revealing her snow-white, upturned buttocks...
"You...you're really not wearing anything underneath?" I wanted to tease her.
My wife hesitated for a moment before saying shyly, "I lost my panties last time, and I don't want to make the same mistake again."
"Hmph, maybe you deliberately lost your panties last time..." I teased her intentionally.
"Are you crazy?" She was so worried about this. "I'm so afraid something might happen..." my wife said anxiously. "
What could possibly happen with a little pair of panties?" I asked dismissively.
"I can't say for sure, but a woman's intuition tells me that my panties didn't end up in the trash... Who could have picked them up?" my wife whispered. "
I have a sixth sense too, I think it must have been a man." "Maybe that guy is masturbating over your panties right now," I said mischievously. "
Oh dear, that's quite possible, there are so many perverted men these days..." My wife's face paled instantly. "It's so embarrassing! Maybe there are even a few of my pubic hairs stuck to my panties. If that guy had them, wouldn't I be too ashamed to show my face to anyone?"
"Too ashamed to show my face to anyone? Then you can show your face to anyone with your ass and vulva," I said with a laugh. "
Pah, I'm being serious with you," my wife said, her face flushing red. "
You really embarrassed yourself this time. Maybe that guy got your panties and is fantasizing about holding you, aiming at your pussy, and happily penetrating you." As soon as I said this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy. And your pubic hair must have given him a lot of stimulation too.
I face those men every day, yet I have no idea who has my underwear. And what about that guy with my pubic hair? What will he think of me? What outrageous things will he do? My wife twisted her waist nervously, her small hands involuntarily covering her genitals, as if afraid some bad thing might take advantage of her.
Yes, maybe he'll call and make you go to a secluded place to retrieve your underwear and pubic hair, forcing you to have sex with him, to become his mistress, or even rape you, or even have a group of friends gang rape you… If you refuse to go to such a place, he'll threaten to expose your underwear and pubic hair to the public, even taking pictures and posting them online…
Oh God, what should I do? My wife nestled against me like a little bird, looking at me helplessly, her eyes filled with sorrow and pity.
What are you afraid of? This is just my speculation; it's not like anyone can actually have sex with you. No one has bothered you these past few days, which means that guy hasn't thought of these ideas yet, or he's just a coward. He should be satisfied with just one pair of your underwear. You're mine, and only I can enjoy you, enjoy your body. After saying that, I looked at my wife's big, watery eyes and her beautiful mouth.
If that's really the case, that would be wonderful. My wife smiled sweetly, feeling much more at ease.
Although she didn't have cherry lips, her full lips were very sexy, and they were lips that could sing and had tasted a man's penis.
I couldn't help but straddle her face again and said, "Tonight, your lips are especially beautiful.
Are you having bad thoughts again?" My wife's eyebrows were like spring mountains, her nose like goose fat, and her pretty face blushed, her beautiful little mouth slightly parted...
Having a wife who can taste penis is really different; it brings a lot of unexpected pleasure to sex and life.
However, my wife didn't seem to have found the feeling yet.
My glans hovered near her mouth. "
Why don't you come in?" My wife wiggled her buttocks.
Her little bottom was truly captivating, round and perky, attracting men's attention wherever she went. Whenever she played ping-pong, many men would gather around her, ostensibly to watch the game, but really to admire the way her breasts and hips swayed.
At first, she was a little embarrassed, but she got used to it and no longer shied away from the men's blatantly admiring gazes.
"Hehe! My dear wife, your teeth are so sharp, I wouldn't dare to be presumptuous without your permission." I looked at my wife with innocent eyes, but moved my body forward slightly, my thick penis already pressed against her lips.
"Hehe, are you scared?" A faint, musky scent stimulated my wife, her eyes becoming even more hazy. Understandingly, she cupped my penis in her hands and began to suck on it reverently.
Although there was a slight fishy smell, she still licked my testicles with her tender tongue, and finally boldly opened her cherry lips, taking my glans into her mouth.
The moment my penis entered her beautiful mouth, my body trembled slightly, and I took a deep breath. My wife's warm and small mouth sent a tingling sensation through my body.
I thrust my hips forward, my penis plunging straight into her mouth.
My long penis reached my wife's throat.
My wife's breathing began to become a little rough, and she murmured breathlessly, her alluring tongue appearing and disappearing with each breath.
I hugged her again and asked, "How was the oral sex?"
"How was it? You seemed to be having a good time, but my cheeks are sore and numb..." my wife scolded me. Her tender tongue, like a nimble snake, circled the fleshy groove of my glans, tapping, licking, kissing, and biting, until my lower body felt like it was about to explode. I quickly took a deep breath to hold back my ejaculation. "
I'll make it up to you." Staring at her little mouth, filled to the brim with my penis, I felt a little guilty. "
How will you make it up to me?" my wife teased me. "
Next time, I'll lick your vulva too." I said ecstatically.
"Pah! Dream on!" Ya Hui twisted her slender waist coquettishly. "I want it now." "
But I've already cleansed my mouth today, I don't want to eat that rotten persimmon from your lower body." I noticed that my wife's lower body was already dripping wet. "
I don't want to eat my rotten persimmon, and I don't want to eat your rotten banana!" my wife spat out my glans in a huff.
The way a beautiful woman looks when she's angry is both pitiful and lovable.
"Honestly, darling, do you regret marrying me?" I patted her plump, round bottom, gazing at her tenderly. "
If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have married you. You're penniless, powerless, and you bully people, shoving filth into their mouths—you're awful. I was such a fool to marry you." My wife pouted, her lips still sticky with my semen, and said coquettishly. "
Really?" I pretended to be dejected, lowering my head. "
Just kidding. Actually, from the moment I became your wife, I knew my happiness would only increase." My wife kissed my forehead affectionately. "
For a penniless scholar like me, marrying a wife like you is truly a blessing. Your willingness to perform oral sex on me already makes me feel like an emperor. However, I won't mistreat you." I can't afford to buy you a house or a car, but I can give you a big, loving dick...
I took a deep breath, had my wife support herself on the table with her hands, her upper body arched, her plump buttocks raised high. I stood behind her, admiring her smooth, round buttocks.
From her cleft, I could clearly see her slightly open vulva and tightly closed anus; her small labia and pink clitoris were so dazzling.
I couldn't resist the temptation any longer, pressing my face tightly against her buttocks, sticking out my tongue to lick that alluring vulva and labia, and of course, I wouldn't miss her little anus.
My wife had just taken a shower, and the scent of shower gel still lingered on her vulva and anus.
I spat a large mouthful of saliva onto my wife's already wet vulva and slapped her plump right buttock hard, making her cry out... "
You little slut, I'll teach you to cry!" I deliberately rubbed my engorged penis lightly against my wife's labia and anus, while my hands played with her round, snow-white buttocks.
"Ah...husband, you...faster..." my wife pleaded softly, her eyes lowered. But her little buttocks moved back to meet my thrusts.
"Can't take it? You little slut who needs to be fucked, you're not happy unless someone fucks you, are you?" I said, inserting my dark red penis head into the tight crevice of my wife's buttocks, directly into her wet vagina.
With the lubrication of the sweat in my wife's vagina, my penis went in all the way, the glans pressing hard against her clitoris, making her legs go weak, and she cried out, her breasts swaying back and forth. As
I thrust in and out, I reached under my wife's skirt to caress her small breasts.
With each thrust, my wife's snow-white buttocks writhed.
Looking at her flushed cheeks, I couldn't help but thrust violently again. My penis plunged deep into her pink little hole, the glans grinding against her soft clitoris.
My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, accompanied by moans of "oh oh," as she shook her head violently.
I thrust my thick penis in and out, the glans scraping against the sensitive walls of her vagina. At the same time, I suppressed the urge to ejaculate, my hands sometimes caressing her round, plump buttocks, sometimes grabbing her full breasts, to distract myself from the intense pleasure emanating from my glans.
Her two white, plump buttocks were kneaded by my hands, her tender, pepper-like breasts clamping against my hands, the tingling sensation further arousing me. I thrust my magnificent member forward, charging relentlessly towards her mysterious garden.
The two of us seemed to have forgotten the passage of time, completely forgetting the time and place.
By this time, my wife was covered in a fine sweat, her mouth constantly groaning "ah... um..."
At that moment, I had no thought of tenderness or pity. All I knew was that my wife was a woman, a beautiful woman, a woman who could bring me pleasure.
So I thrust and pumped relentlessly, constantly feeling the pleasure from the contractions of her vaginal walls.
Her vaginal fluids were almost completely drained. I shuddered a few times, then lay still on her back. My hot semen shot forcefully into her body.
Darling, making love with you is so wonderful… Marrying a wife like you, who can use both her upper and lower orifices, I've truly lived a worthwhile life. I believe there aren't many husbands in the world as happy as me. After a while, with a soft "plop," I pulled out my wet penis and slowly left her body.
A stream of milky white semen flowed from between my wife's slightly swollen labia.
Just as I lifted myself up, I saw what looked like a figure outside the window…
I wondered if I was seeing things…

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