The TV station's leading lady's beautiful legs in black stockings [The End]

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It was 7:30 PM in Studio 3 of a municipal TV station, recording a talk show called "Happiness Cube." A middle-aged woman sat on a long sofa on the left side of the studio, pouring out her misfortunes—the usual tales of her husband's infidelity and her own hardships—which are irrelevant to this article. The protagonist of this article, however, is the host sitting on the single sofa opposite her, my beloved wife, Chen Rong.

Chen Rong graduated at 21 from a prestigious media university with a degree in hosting. After graduation, she interned at a TV station. We met in middle school, fell in love, and got married. With her own efforts and the help of others, Rong's career developed rapidly; in less than five years, she rose to the position of the top female host at a certain TV station.

Chen Rong whispered in my ear, "Let me let you experience what it's like to be a real man.

" Chen Rong was actually my middle school classmate, but two years older than me. Plus, she developed early, so by the second year of middle school, she was already 164cm tall, with a bra size of approximately B to C. Chen Rong was a classic beauty, with an oval face and big eyes, one of the "Four Beauties" in our class. As you can see from the attached picture, her legs were exceptionally beautiful, making her the object of most boys' whispers and fantasies. She sat behind me; I was a short, timid boy back then, like a little girl.

Chen Rong asked me to recognize her as her older sister, saying she would protect me. And indeed, she did take good care of me. Once, when I got into an argument with a boy in our class, she stood up and kicked him to the ground without a word. However, her family life wasn't happy. Her parents divorced when she was in elementary school, and her stepfather would frequently grope her as she matured, making her feel no attachment to home and leading her to run away from home several times.

So, starting in middle school, she hung out with many boys from the streets, practically recognizing several notorious local thugs as her brothers. Despite her family's poverty, she received more pocket money than me and often treated me to snacks. Of course, this money didn't come for free, so there were many rumors about her in class, such as that she had had an abortion. The homeroom teacher even specifically told me to keep my distance from her. I didn't care, of course; she was good to me, so I was good to her.

After graduating from junior high, she went to the provincial capital to study at an arts school. She would call me every few days, and twice she even bought two books and sent them to me, saying she knew I liked reading. Of course, the books she chose didn't match my reading taste, but they were still my most precious gifts. During my first summer vacation in college, I went to Beijing for a practical experience, while Chen Rong was studying for her master's degree at the Communication University of China. She invited me to visit her rented apartment. When I arrived, she cooked for me, and we drank a lot of beer together. During our conversation, we talked about virginity complexes, and I said that some guys still care about that.

She laughed and said that every time she got a new boyfriend, she would tell him that her hymen was broken when she rode a bicycle as a child, and so on. So later, the topics of our conversation became more and more explicit, and she started telling me about the various men she had been with. Especially her second boyfriend after art school, who was very rich and deeply influenced by Japanese culture, bought her a lot of sex toys and lingerie. So she was thoroughly "explored" by that man, and they tried almost every position seen in porn. I half-jokingly said, "I'd love to see it."

Chen Rong stood up and said with a wicked smile, "You just wait." She slipped into the inner room, and when she came out, my eyes almost popped out of my head. She was wearing a sexy pink bikini, a very economical one, with only a small piece of semi-transparent fabric covering her vital areas. The edges of the fabric had some feathers, which made Chen Rong's perfectly sized but flawlessly smooth breasts look incredibly alluring. Chen Rong's legs were long and slender, and the black stockings further accentuated her figure. Still inexperienced, I just blushed and leaned back on the sofa, not knowing what to do, while my penis was already erect.

Chen Rong knelt down in front of me, slowly climbing up my legs and pressing her body tightly against me. She whispered in my ear, "Let me show you what it's like to be a real man." She unbuttoned my shirt, pressing her breasts against me and slowly rubbing them up and down. This was the first time I had felt the pleasure of touching a girl's delicate skin, so I couldn't help but hug her tightly and start kissing her passionately.

She laughed and pushed me away, saying, "You don't know how, don't move, I'll do it." And so I experienced my first wet kiss, which was also the most technically demanding. It's hard to describe the feeling, but it made me believe from that moment on that superior kissing skills do exist, and are very likely mastered by women. After kissing for a while, she tried to unbutton my pants and started stroking me with her hand. Although I had masturbated before, the feeling was completely different. First, Chen Rong's skin was very good, and her hands were very delicate, giving a particularly gentle touch; second, my pleasure was in her hands, and she would change the pressure and rhythm from time to time, giving me unexpected surprises.

The following scene was roughly the same as in an adult film, but we didn't actually have sex. She said she wanted to save my first time for our wedding night. She was very skilled at oral sex, initially using her tongue to circle and stimulate the tip of my penis. Only when she felt the glans become larger and harder did she begin to swallow and spit it out. Finally, she swallowed my semen in front of me, saying her ex-boyfriend told him it satisfied a man's sense of dignity and gave him great psychological pleasure.

[Chinese] You are the mistress of this big bed, if I don't mess with you, who else can I mess with?

Like most TV hosts, to become a leading lady at a TV station, Rong's beauty, figure, and temperament are beyond question. Her beautiful face features willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, white teeth, and red lips. For a special program, Chen Rong went to South Korea with the TV crew to film on location. This trip lasted three weeks. Without Chen Rong, I could only tease my beautiful wife on the phone late at night with flirtatious language. I waited and waited, and finally, the day Rong returned from her business trip arrived.

Early that morning, I drove to Pudong International Airport to pick up Chen Rong. China Eastern Airlines, which is usually prone to delays, was surprisingly efficient this time; not long after, I saw Chen Rong emerge from the security checkpoint carrying a small suitcase. She was wearing a white silk blouse under a black business suit, black pantyhose, and black high heels. Watching her walk gracefully towards me, I really wanted to rush over and hug her tightly, but she was surrounded by colleagues. Well, I'd already waited three weeks; what was a little longer?

Once in the car, I eagerly pounced on Rong, who was sitting in the passenger seat, showering her neck with kisses and groping her body. Rong dodged while clicking her tongue, saying, "Hurry, hurry, hurry, you're always in such a hurry. Aren't you afraid of being seen in broad daylight? Your wife is a TV host, after all. Let's go back home. You think I'll run away... um..." Of course, I wasn't going to let her go, and I kissed Rong's lips.

"Can't you flirt with your own wife? Let them see. If they see, they can only go home and masturbate themselves. Let them be envious." "I... know you... are in a hurry, let's go back. It's not... comfortable here..." Rong explained while dodging my kiss.

As soon as we entered the house, I impatiently closed the front door. Then I suddenly hugged Chen Rong from behind, wrapping my arms around her slender waist, pressing my chin firmly against her left shoulder, my body pressed tightly against her back. I brushed aside Chen Rong's hair, kissed her pink neck, and my hands also wandered to her breasts. Although I couldn't see, I still skillfully unbuttoned one of her jacket buttons, slipped my hand inside the collar, and caressed Chen Rong's breasts through her shirt.

As I kissed her, I said, "Rong, I've missed you so much. Three weeks, I... I've missed you so much. Mmm."

Perhaps because she was still wearing high heels, Chen Rong stumbled from my sudden attack and lost her balance. She struggled, trying to break free, but her delicate body was no match for mine. After a couple of futile attempts, she could only whimper, "Oh dear, you're always in such a hurry when I come back from business trips. Oh dear, what's the rush? How pathetic, bullying your wife right here at the front door." Indeed, standing for so long wasn't comfortable. Since my wife had spoken, I might as well do as she asked. So, I released Chen Rong, bent down, and hoisted her upside down onto my shoulder, my hands around her knees. "Ah..." Chen Rong, caught off guard, gasped in surprise as I lifted her up, pounding her fists on my back. Because her knees were being held up, her legs, clad in high heels and stockings, swayed gently in front of me. "Put me down, put me down quickly!" I gave Chen Rong's stockinged buttocks a quick pat and a light squeeze. "You think I'm pathetic? Come on, let's settle this in the bedroom." We went upstairs and into the bedroom, and I tossed Chen Rong onto the 2.5-meter-long luxury bed. "Ah..." Chen Rong fell heavily backward onto the Simmons mattress. Although it didn't hurt, she still gasped. She tried to straighten herself up with her hands, but I pounced on her, straddling her waist and forcefully pressing her back down onto the bed. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them firmly to her sides.

I pinned Chen Rong down, her waist and hands pinned down, unable to move. She could only offer a weak resistance by twisting her upper body, feigning a coquettish complaint, "Be gentle! Your wife is made of flesh and blood, she can't take this! It hurts... Ouch, you're pressing on my hair... Let go!" By this time, I couldn't hold back any longer. I didn't give Chen Rong any chance to protest. While pinning her down, looking at her blushing face, I said, "Hmph, you're tormenting me, my dear wife. You're the mistress of this bed. If I don't torment you, who else can I torment? Today I'm going to enjoy you properly, haha. Wife, I'm coming..." I leaned down, brushing aside Chen Rong's bangs, and began to kiss her forehead and cheeks passionately. Perhaps it was the heat of my breath on Chen Rong's face that tickled her, as she laughed and playfully shook her head to avoid my kisses. But the more she did this, the more it fueled my desire to conquer her. So, I grabbed Chen Rong's wrists with my left hand and used my right to gently hold her chin, preventing her from escaping. Then, I kissed her lips.

At first, it was just a lip kiss, which wasn't enough. After a while, I extended my tongue, piercing through Chen Rong's lips and touching her soft, smooth tongue, beginning to intertwine with it. My tongue in Chen Rong's mouth sometimes licked her teeth, sometimes rubbed against the base of her tongue, and sometimes chased after her tongue. Chen Rong, who had been making token resistance, slowly stopped moving and began to enjoy the French kiss. Taking this opportunity, I slowly released my left hand from Chen Rong's hands and my right hand from her chin. Chen Rong didn't resist again; her hands obediently opened, lying at her sides, her previously clenched fists slowly relaxing.

After kissing for a while, I withdrew from Chen Rong's mouth and began to attack her neck. "You... um..." Chen Rong finally breathed a long sigh of relief after her mouth, which had been occupied for so long, was finally freed. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt a heat on her neck. Of course, she knew what my next plan was. So, she frowned slightly, closed her eyes tightly, and cooperated by tilting her head back as far as possible, exposing her neck as much as possible for me to kiss.

I was not to be outdone, kissing from her chin all the way to her neck, from left to right. After a while, I felt that the kissing was not enough, so I simply unbuttoned the first button on Chen Rong's shirt, revealing a small patch of snow-white and rosy skin. Then I kissed her passionately again, but this time I also added light touches with the tip of my tongue. My hands were not idle either, moving down to Chen Rong's chest, kneading and caressing her breasts through her OL suit and shirt. Although Chen Rong's breasts were not large, barely reaching C, they were very firm, which made the OL suit fit her perfectly. Compared to those ridiculously large E or even S cups, they had a firm and fresh feeling of sexiness.

At this moment, Chen Rong felt a little uneasy from the kiss, her body went weak, and her voice became weak and feeble. "No... stop messing around. If you want it, at least... this outfit of mine... it's from the TV station, it cost over five thousand, don't let you... ah." As I squeezed her breast hard, her already intermittent words were interrupted by a scream. I raised my head, my lips leaving Chen Rong's pink neck, and while looking my beautiful wife up and down, I said frivolously, "Oh my, my wife, you know your husband's hobby, isn't it? It's just a uniform fetish, a stockings and high heels fetish. I like my wife in uniforms, so elegant, so hot. It's not like we haven't done this before. Besides, what's wrong with a five-thousand-yuan suit? It's just an outfit, we can buy another one if we break it..." As I spoke, I leaned down again and buried my face tightly in Chen Rong's chest. Even through the shirt and suit, I could clearly feel the warmth of Chen Rong's firm breasts and her strong, rapid heartbeat. I greedily rubbed my face against Chen Rong's breasts, my hands continuing to ravage them through her clothes, sometimes squeezing hard, sometimes rubbing them roughly. Chen Rong was already somewhat excited, her eyes glazed, her breathing rapid, and her words slurred, "You...don't do this...don't do this through...clothes...don't do this...I don't want to." "Huh? Wife, why don't you want to do this?" Actually, I knew the answer already. Chen Rong had been my wife for so long, didn't I know this? But at this moment, I just wanted to tease her, partly to add some spice, and partly to calm my own impulses.

Chen Rong's face flushed red. She slightly opened her previously tightly closed eyes and answered weakly, "You... you're... doing this to me through my clothes, are you... satisfied? Hurry up and take off my... clothes... clothes..." "Ha, wife, you're not being honest. You're not satisfied, are you? Do you think this 'itch through the boot' isn't exciting enough? Wife, you're so naughty! Hehe, I'll take off your clothes sooner or later, but you'll have to wait a little longer." Seeing that I had seen through her thoughts, Chen Rong became even more embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed again, she closed her eyes, turned her face away, and ignored me, leaving only her soft moans. I lingered on Chen Rong's chest for a while longer before moving on. As I mentioned before, besides my fondness for office lady uniforms, I'm also a complete stocking and high-heel fetishist. Chen Rong is naturally beautiful, and her legs are flawless. Her thighs are full without an ounce of fat, her calves are straight and supple, and her feet are perfectly proportioned.

The all-black combination of black pantyhose and black patent leather high heels she was wearing today was incredibly alluring to me. Although I had enjoyed Chen Rong's legs countless times, I still couldn't resist the urge to kiss them. Thinking this, I stepped off Chen Rong, moved to her side, and lifted her legs to my chest. Chen Rong, lying there, suddenly felt a lightness on her body. Just as she was about to speak, she realized her legs had been lifted and knew what was about to happen.

"You...you...you're going to play with my...legs again? You...you're so perverted..." Chen Rong's eyes remained closed, but she still teased me coquettishly.

"I'm a pervert. These days, there are tons of men who like stockings and high heels. Look online, there are so many pictures and videos about stockings. By the way, my dear wife, let me tell you a secret, your husband isn't the only one who likes your stockings and high heels. Lots of people like them." I continued to tease Chen Rong verbally, while my hands began to move. After stroking Chen Rong's calf a few times, I put down her left leg, holding her right ankle with my left hand while my right hand caressed her shiny black patent leather high heels and the instep covered by black stockings.

"You...you...nonsense," Chen Rong said, trying to pull her right foot back from my grasp. The result was predictable; she simply let me hold it.

"I'm talking nonsense, hehe. Next time, I'll show you the posts netizens have made on various forums. They're all dreaming about your beautiful legs in stockings and high heels. Some even masturbate while watching your shows; they all dream of possessing you. But the only one who truly possesses you and your beautiful legs in stockings is me. Let them be envious and jealous, hahaha." As I spoke, I skillfully removed Wang Jue's right high heel.

"Pervert...you...you're such a pervert...humph...you only know how to bully...your...wife..." Chen Rong was both ashamed and guilty, but besides being powerless to refute, what else could she do at this moment? Before she could finish speaking, the high heel on her left foot was also removed in a grand manner.

?????? [Next] The perfect jade legs and the feel of being wrapped in black pantyhose were simply intoxicating. After

removing both high heels, Chen Rong's two feet, covered in black stockings, were completely unprotected and awaited my ravaging. I first used one hand to grab her left ankle and lift it slightly. In this small area of the sole, I used my self-created "Eight Methods of Foot Play," manipulating Chen Rong's feet at will. From the instep to the sole, from the toes to the ankle, I didn't miss an inch of territory. On the sole, I tickled; on the instep, I rubbed; on the toes, I pinched; on the ankle, I tickled. Perhaps even a professional foot masseur might not have my skills. Chen Rong was unbearably itchy from this onslaught, but she was powerless to resist and could only beg for mercy. How could I let her go? After finishing her left foot, I gave her right foot the exact same treatment.

After caressing every inch of Chen Rong's stockinged feet, my hand moved upwards, reaching her calves and thighs. Chen Rong's calves were long and shapely from the front, with firm and elastic calves at the back; her thighs were slightly full, but the stockings showed no excess fat. My hand roamed back and forth between her thighs and calves; the perfect legs combined with the feel of the black pantyhose were simply intoxicating.

As I rhythmically and gently stroked her silk-stockinged legs, Chen Rong, who had been panting, gradually calmed down. After a few long exhales, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me with a shy yet resentful gaze, saying, "Why do you always touch my legs, especially when you're wearing stockings and high heels? Tell me, from the first time we slept together until now, when haven't I been wearing stockings? White, flesh-colored, black, gray—you've basically never touched them." I didn't stop what I was doing. One hand gently stroked Chen Rong's left knee, while the other kneaded her right thigh. "Hey, my wife, I've answered this question so many times already. It's because my wife is beautiful, her legs are beautiful, and she looks even more beautiful in stockings. Hehe, so not only do my hands want to touch them, but my little brother is also eager to touch them." Yes, such beautiful legs in stockings couldn't be caressed by just hands. With a soft "Ah!" from Chen Rong, her body was completely flipped over, her position changing from lying down to prone on the bed. I bent her legs, making her soles face upwards. Then, I suddenly unzipped my pants, revealing my already hard penis, and began rubbing it against Chen Rong's soles.

Wow, the feeling! The warmth of her soles and the texture of her stockings constantly stimulated my glans. A tingling sensation and a soft, alluring temperature were triggered from that point, slowly traveling down to my genitals and then throughout my entire body. I remember the first time I fucked Chen Rong's stockinged feet, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated in just a few strokes, but this time it was completely different. After rubbing Chen Rong's soles, I spread her legs apart and straddled one of them, rubbing my penis against the stockinged leg below.

While fucking Chen Rong's stockinged leg, I pushed her office skirt up above her waist, revealing her small buttocks encased in black pantyhose. Experienced stocking enthusiasts know that high-quality black pantyhose tend to darken slightly above the buttocks, and this subtle change was now assaulting my senses. I squeezed Chen Rong's buttocks hard through the stockings, completely abandoning the delicate techniques of my previous "eight footwork" routine, simply venting my pent-up desire.

Not satisfied after a while, I leaned down and passionately kissed Chen Rong's stocking-clad buttocks. Thus, with my lower body pressed against her stockinged legs and my upper body kissing her stockinged buttocks, I thoroughly enjoyed Chen Rong's stockings. Chen Rong, who had just calmed down, was once again panting and moaning softly. It was time to add some spice to my wife's day. I stopped kissing her stockinged buttocks, straightened up, and ran my right index and middle fingers along the inside of Chen Rong's thighs, slowly sliding them towards her crotch.

Soon, my fingers touched the secret place between Chen Rong's legs. Although the stockings and panties at the crotch protected it, I could still feel a dampness. With a little pressure, I could feel the slit through the stockings and panties. I rubbed my index finger around the outside of this crevice, from the outside in, and then from the inside out, but I just wouldn't touch the most sensitive part. Every time my finger approached the forbidden area, Chen Rong's moans became more rapid, as if encouraging me; and when my finger went in, she seemed disappointed.

"Quick, quick... come on, I want... it, quick..." Chen Rong began to lose her composure.

"Quick what? What do you want? Tell me, how am I supposed to know if you don't tell me?" I knew her reserve was about to reach its limit, so I pressed on while the iron was hot.

"I...you...hurry...hurry up and fuck me, hurry up and fuck me, I want you to fuck me, fuck your wife, fuck Chen Rong...my penis can't take it anymore, it needs you to fuck it." Finally, Chen Rong abandoned her reserve and finally spoke. As usual, once she started speaking, she couldn't stop, and a series of lewd words followed.

At this point, I didn't need to hold back anymore. I had had enough of the "appetizer" of my penis's stockinged legs, and it was time to enjoy the main course. I first pressed my fingers a few times on Chen Rong's forbidden area through the stockings and panties, then pinched the crotch of the stockings there, and with a "rip," I tore open a hole the size of a cup, revealing the black panties inside. Then, I turned her panties to one side, and finally the last layer of protection was removed. Chen Rong's "flower bud" that had been dormant for three weeks finally bloomed before me again.

I couldn't wait any longer. I pressed myself against Chen Rong, aimed my penis at her "flower bud," and thrust in with a "squelch," a powerful "dragon probing the cave." The moment I entered, Chen Rong's head jerked back, she cried out "Ah!", and then slowly lay back down on the bed.

After entering Chen Rong's body, a familiar yet wondrous feeling spread from the point where our bodies met. Chen Rong's flower bud was wet and warm, tightly gripping my penis. With just the slightest movement, the friction between her vaginal walls and my penis would create waves of intoxicating pleasure. I lay on Chen Rong's back and began to slowly thrust my penis in and out.

I leaned close to Chen Rong's ear from behind, teasing her half-jokingly, "Wife, why is your vagina still so tight? It's like a little girl's, it feels so good, oh..." Chen Rong, pinned down on the bed, was already "in the mood," breathing heavily, though still conscious, she couldn't utter a complete sentence, "I...want...want...faster, oh...ah..." I stopped talking, and my thrusts became faster, deeper, and more forceful with each stroke. After forty or fifty thrusts, a surge of energy rushed to my head, and I was about to ejaculate. Of course, I couldn't finish so quickly; surrendering in front of my wife would be too embarrassing. I took a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart, then slowly stopped thrusting. When the feeling subsided, I withdrew my penis from Chen Rong's vagina.

Taking advantage of this moment, I quickly flipped Chen Rong over, making her lie on her back, facing me. I parted Chen Rong's legs and once again thrust my still-erect penis deep into her core. This time, I didn't immediately begin. Instead, I reached out and stroked Chen Rong's hair, cheeks, and neck.

Chen Rong's eyes were glazed, her face flushed, her lips slightly parted, and she was panting softly. Although she didn't speak, her expression was filled with happiness and longing. Watching Chen Rong's breasts rise and fall, my heart surged, as if something was violently pounding within me. I began frantically removing Chen Rong's upper body clothing. Actually, it was less about removing and more about tearing, more about ripping. I ripped a hole in the collar of her OL suit, completely tore off the seams of her white silk blouse, and pushed up her innermost black bra in one swift motion.

"Ah, ah, wife, I want you, I can't take it anymore, I've waited so long, I want you, I want..." "Quickly...take me, hurry...take me, take me, I love...you like this the most. I am...your...Chen...Rong, Chen Rong...is your...woman alone." At this moment, all techniques, all thoughts, were superfluous; Chen Rong and I reverted to our most primal, wild instincts. Finally, amidst our unrestrained cries, we reached our climax simultaneously. Finally, the world returned to peace.

[Epilogue] Having a lewd dream is fine, but I got slapped by my wife.

Last weekend, I accompanied Chen Rong to the hospital for a checkup. After we got home, I couldn't wait to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. My wife exclaimed, "What are you doing?" I said lewdly, "Beautiful lady, you must be doing something naughty." As soon as we got to the bed, I immediately pulled my wife down to only her underwear. I saw a very obvious wet patch. While stroking my wife's labia through her thong, I whispered in her ear, "Honey, you're so wet down there, why is it so wet?" "So wet, my panties are all soaked. " "

Nonsense, that's for nothing..." Before she could finish, I silenced her with a passionate kiss. While kissing Chen Rong, I kneaded my wife's nipples, and with my right hand, I pulled down her thong. My wife was definitely already aroused, lifting her buttocks to help pull down her thong. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pressed myself against her.

"Wait a minute, the curtains aren't closed, go close them." Chen Rong said, pushing me away. "There aren't any tall buildings across the street, who can see us unless they come from a helicopter?" I replied. At this point, I had no mind to close the curtains. Saying this, I parted my wife's legs and thrust my hips forward, immediately feeling my penis being enveloped in soft warmth. What a gentle paradise! I admit I couldn't resist it. "

Wife, you're so hot down there, it feels so good." "Honey, it'll

burn you." "

Then you won't be able to enjoy sex." "

It's better not to, I don't care anyway." "

Really?" "I thrust in and out violently.

Wife, does it feel good?" "

Yes...it feels good." "

Does it feel good?" "

Yes, those two balls of yours feel so good." "As Chen Rong spoke, she reached out and gently grabbed my testicles. Encouraged by my wife, I thrust even faster, just because she said my testicles felt so good to her. While thrusting, I bent down to suckle her nipples. My wife's breasts weren't large, so I forcefully took her nipple into my mouth, my tongue teasing it incessantly, while kneading her other nipple. Sometimes I kneaded it, sometimes I rubbed it with my palm like dough.

Chen Rong especially liked this, even more than penetration. Before, she absolutely refused to let me penetrate her right away, insisting on having her nipples rubbed to fully arouse her. Perhaps today's gynecological exam had already aroused her, which is why she let me penetrate her so readily.

Under my double assault, Chen Rong almost cried out in ecstasy. Sometimes a woman's moans really are an aphrodisiac. I lifted my wife's legs and pressed them against her chest, thrusting rapidly while asking, 'Wife, how is it? Did you have an orgasm?' '

Yes. ' '

How many orgasms did you have? '" "

I don't know, it's happened so many times."...

Wife, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum. "

Don't cum, I want more." This woman, she's always saying one thing and meaning another. Just now she said she didn't care, now she says she wants more, but she's already reached the climax, how could she possibly hold back? I felt a surge of heat gushing out from deep within my lower abdomen, so good.

Hmm... Go get a towel, I'll wipe myself." Chen Rong gently patted my face, her tone carrying a hint of unsatisfaction. I quickly got out of bed and handed the towel to my wife. After cleaning up the battlefield, I held her and lay down on the bed to rest. My wife pressed her lower abdomen and said, "I feel a little uncomfortable in my lower abdomen." "What's wrong? Why do you feel uncomfortable?" I quickly reached out and gently rubbed her lower abdomen.

It feels a little swollen and painful, is it because you were too rough just now? "

No, we've always done it this way, haven't we? I've never had any pain before." "

You're one to talk, but you've been much more vigorous these past few days, especially just now."

Really? But you also felt great. "

I'm serious, did you hurt me just now?" My wife pinched me. "

No way, let me see." "If

you hurt me inside, how could you see it like this?" Chen Rong lifted my head and said. "

Let's rest for a bit, and if it still hurts, we'll go to the hospital." "

Okay," Chen Rong nestled gently in the crook of my left arm and kissed my cheek. I happily held her in my arms, gently kneading her nipples with my left hand and touching her labia with my right. My wife obediently spread her legs to make it easier for me to touch her.

We went to the hospital for the third time; thankfully, they weren't closed yet. I found the doctor who examined Chen Rong, and I noticed his name tag on his white coat pocket read "Zhao xx." I explained my purpose: "Dr. Zhao, my wife said she had some lower abdominal pain just now. Is that a normal reaction after the examination?" I said it was normal to let the doctor know they weren't responsible and to avoid causing dissatisfaction. “That shouldn’t be possible. So many patients come for checkups, and this has never happened before.” Dr. Zhao was also surprised. “Then come over here, let me take a look.”

He led us to an examination room at the end of the corridor. Entering the examination room, Dr. Zhao closed the door, glanced back at my wife, and said, “Lie down first, put your legs on the support, I’ll examine you.” I suddenly felt that women were strange; once they got past that initial hurdle, they wouldn’t feel embarrassed or awkward anymore. Considering the hassle of changing, I had worn a skirt when I came. Chen Rong, who had been shy during her first checkup that morning, lifted her skirt, took off her thong, and lay down on the examination bed. I suddenly found it strange. Why would a color Doppler ultrasound examination include gynecological equipment and procedures?

Do you do gynecological examinations and treatments along with color Doppler ultrasound examinations? “

No, it’s mainly based on the needs of the examination,” Dr. Zhao replied.

"I think it depends on your needs," I whispered to Dr. Zhao. Dr. Zhao turned around with a sly grin, chuckling twice in acknowledgment. He then washed his hands and took a sealed plastic bag from the cabinet. I glanced at it; it said "Disposable Sterile Vaginal Speculum." Dr. Zhao then put on a larger plastic headpiece with a mirror on top and a small, finger-sized hole in the center. He walked to the examination bed, sat between my wife's legs, and smoothed Chen Rong's pubic hair, saying, "You two just had sex, didn't you?" "

How did you know?" I blurted out. "

Judging from the congestion of the labia, it's from intense sexual friction," Dr. Zhao said, gently massaging Chen Rong's labia and examining them. "There's still some mucus at the vaginal opening. Relax, don't be nervous. I'll use the vaginal speculum to check inside." "As he spoke, he picked up the vaginal speculum from the tray, parted my wife's labia with his left hand, slowly inserted it, rotated it 90 degrees, then gently opened the vagina and secured it. He then adjusted the mirror on his head, which turned out to be for reflecting light. I was very curious and looked into the opened vagina from behind the doctor. I saw a round ball with a hole in the middle, which I guessed was the cervix. At the same time, I smelled the odor of semen. I looked at Dr. Zhao; he wasn't wearing a mask, so he must have smelled it too.

There was white fluid and a semen smell deep inside the vagina, so it must have been recently ejaculated." Dr. Zhao said as he examined her, "The cervix is a little red and swollen." "

Is it serious?" I asked anxiously.

"That's normal, don't worry. It's common after sex, and semen helps kill bacteria, so it'll be fine. Just pay more attention to the health and maintenance of your uterus and vagina." Dr. Zhao slowly stood up. I saw him casually reach into his groin; I guess his penis was erect and pressing against his pants.

"What should I do?" "

You know about those medical and health services, like women's spas and massages. Of course, it's best to go to a reputable hospital or health center; otherwise, it might not only be ineffective but also have the opposite effect."

I hesitated for a moment and asked, "Could you demonstrate and explain it to us first?" Dr. Zhao looked at my wife but didn't answer. I walked over to Chen Rong, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "Honey, how do you feel? Should we have him give you a massage first?" My wife nodded gently. "

Are there any other health care methods besides massage?" "

Of course, there are also treatments like rinsing. I'll go prepare them first. " "After saying that, I opened the door and went out.

I closed the door, pushed Chen Rong's dress and bra up to her neck, covered my wife's face with the dress, opened my mouth and took her already erect nipple into my mouth, rubbed the other nipple with my left hand, and reached out with my right hand to touch my wife's genitals. Because the speculum was still inserted in my wife's vagina, I could only rub my wife's clitoris and labia. My wife's breathing became heavy. "

Are you really going to let him touch me?" Chen Rong seemed to have a premonition and suddenly asked. I looked up and pretended not to understand her words: "Hasn't he already touched you twice?" My wife was speechless for a moment. Just as she was about to refute me, I heard a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door. Dr. Zhao came in with a bottle and something that looked like a douche. When he saw my wife's appearance, he smiled lewdly. I looked back and realized that I hadn't put down my wife's skirt and bra when I got up to open the door. She was lying naked on the examination table, except for the area above her neck, her legs spread apart on the support, with a speculum inserted between them – the scene was incredibly lewd.

Chen Rong must have sensed Dr. Zhao's arrival; she raised her hand to pull down her skirt and bra, but I reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping her. She struggled briefly and then stopped. Dr. Zhao removed the speculum from her vagina and walked to her side, placing his hands on her lower abdomen. He said, "I'll demonstrate a uterine massage first, then teach you acupressure." He began massaging her lower abdomen. Even though I had no intention of learning, I had to pretend.

I stared blankly as the doctor diligently massaged Chen Rong, my other hand unconsciously moving to her breasts, kneading her nipples, while my other hand held her wrists, pressing her hands against the pillow above her head. Soon, I heard my wife let out a soft moan. I saw her hands repeatedly massaging her lower abdomen, then sliding down to her groin. Each time she touched her groin, I felt her body tremble; upon closer inspection, I realized she was gently rubbing her clitoris and labia. Her breathing grew heavier, and her moans became louder. After

about five or six minutes of massage, Dr. Zhao said, "Now I'll introduce you to some acupoints that can both improve health and enhance libido. Would you like me to explain?" I turned to Chen Rong and asked, "Would you like me to massage you and see how it goes?" My wife didn't answer. I pulled the skirt covering her head up a little, revealing only her nostrils and mouth. "Hmm?" I kissed her lips and asked with a soft hum. "Hmm." With my wife's permission, I sat up and nodded to Dr. Zhao. Dr. Zhao moved between my wife's legs, touching her groin while looking into my eyes, making a very subtle thrusting motion. I understood his meaning perfectly, and I nodded without hesitation.

Dr. Zhao immediately began pressing down along the midline of my abdomen, starting above the navel and moving downwards. He explained the name and function of each acupoint, but I didn't hear a word. He kept pressing until he reached my clitoris. I saw him rub my clitoris with one hand while using the other to pull out his penis. It was ugly, a bit dark, not very thick, and not very long. I guess he'd had sex with countless women. Dr. Zhao didn't rush to penetrate her; instead, he inserted his middle finger into my wife's vagina, searching for her G-spot.

Chen Rong immediately groaned loudly, her body writhing restlessly. I knew what I'd always dreamed of was about to happen.

"Wife, does it feel good?" I leaned down and whispered in my wife's ear. "

Mmm..."

I kissed Chen Rong while rubbing her nipples. Suddenly, my wife shuddered, her hands struggling to break free from my grasp. I knew Dr. Zhao had penetrated her, so I tightened my grip to prevent her from escaping, pressing down hard on her upper body. My wife struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so she quieted down. She probably realized I was doing it on purpose, deliberately letting the doctor penetrate her. She also felt that since she was already inside, there was no point in pulling out now, so she might as well enjoy it.

"Ah...ah...ah!" "

Beautiful lady, your pussy feels so good, so tight and hot, it feels so good!" Chen Rong's moans mingled with Dr. Zhao's excited shouts. I felt my wife's body rhythmically heaving.

"Ah...ah...ah, I'm coming, I'm going to cum." "

Cum, cum inside my wife!" I was also extremely aroused.

"Ah..." Dr. Zhao let out a cry of extreme satisfaction, pressing his body tightly against my wife's, shooting all his semen deep into her vagina, even into her uterus. ...Slap! I opened my eyes abruptly, my face hurt.

You hurt me! What are you mumbling about while you're cumming? "I looked around. We were at home, still lying in bed. My left hand was still gripping my wife's breast, while my right index and middle fingers were still inside her. Oh, it was just a dream. Having a erotic dream wouldn't be so bad, but getting slapped by my wife is frustrating.

[The End]"

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