【Beautiful Little Wife】(Also known as The Spoiled Wife Turns into a Lustful Woman)

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The whole thing actually started online. After getting online, like many male netizens and perhaps not

many loved browsing and downloading "pornographic, obscene, low-class, and vulgar" content. At this time, Lan

and I were already married, and our relationship and sex life were very good and normal, not at all as

bland and tasteless as many articles describe. We both went to work, did housework, met up with friends,

and so on, which was quite fulfilling.

In 2000, we got a computer at home and went online. My wife only liked playing some puzzle games, while

I usually read news and read online novels. When she was asleep or not home, I would look at pornographic content.

My journey into online eroticism went like this: I first encountered novels; the various descriptions, the portrayal of different

psychology , and the unrestricted categorization thrilled me. Later, I liked looking at pictures,

transitioning from heavy-handed sex images to high-definition photos of Japanese actresses with exposed nipples. Then, after getting broadband internet and being able to download movies, I continued

my taste from looking at pictures, preferring Eastern adult films.

My job isn't very busy, and I often have internet access

during work hours, so for a while I was practically addicted to the erotic world created by pornography, pictures, and books.

Until one business trip (actually, it was more like a vacation, haha), I returned and didn't touch

these things for a long time. I actually felt quite indifferent to them, only occasionally glancing at them when the mood struck. Gradually, I found myself increasingly

preferring erotic literature to erotic pictures and pornography, and my tastes were becoming more focused. Before, I'd accept anything—campus stories,

angst, martial arts, violence, erotica, etc.—but now I only like one type: partner swapping and

similar adult content.

Whether this is a blessing or a curse, I have to say that online erotic literature gradually changed my sexual orientation:

I frequently log in to check for updates, and if there's a problem logging in, I get restless and

impatient.

—Of course, my wife, Lan, knows nothing about any of this.

When I first read stories about partner swapping, I especially enjoyed the authors' psychological portrayals of the male and female protagonists. The men

were often caught between intense excitement and a deep sense of jealousy and regret, which would eventually be overwhelmed

by the even stronger excitement. The women, on the other hand, were often aroused little by little amidst a deep sense of shame and a hint of

humiliation, which would ultimately be burned away by the flames of passion.

Every time I read a well-written erotic story about partner swapping, I would become incredibly excited, burning with desire, my mind filled with fantasies

about the specific details of the scenarios, indulging in wild fantasies… This is the beauty of erotic literature, a beauty that pornography

cannot match.

At that time, I was only at the level of "liking to read" these kinds of novels, rarely having the fleeting thought

: "If the male and female protagonists in the story were us… Impossible, absolutely impossible, I would never

actually swap partners, let alone Lan… I'd be more interested in having a threesome with another couple, hehe…"

And so the thought would stop.

Then one day, in an adult chat room on QQ, I met someone named "Fuck My Wife,"

and everything started to change again.

Seeing this name, I added him as a friend without hesitation: "Hi, I like reading erotic stories about swapping partners,

what about you?"

He accepted my request in no time. Because we were both erotic story enthusiasts, we quickly became familiar with each other and started talking on

the phone (pretty ruthless, right? We didn't even use voice calls, because neither of us had any back then). This man, who works in Shanghai,

spoke slowly and deliberately. He said his wife was very tall and beautiful, and that she orgasmed easily during sex.

Interestingly, she had almost no armpit hair, but her pubic hair was very thick. He also mentioned that she was going abroad soon, and he didn't know what

the future held …

I mostly listened; he didn't ask me much about his wife, and

he didn't seem to mind my vague and ambiguous answers. But when I half-jokingly, half-probingly said, "Sister-in-law, you described her so well, I'd like to

try it too,"

he seemed to immediately get into the mood, saying, "Do you want to have sex with my wife? She's very wet, and her

moans are beautiful. Do you want to sleep with her?…"

I could hear the tension in his voice, and I awkwardly changed the subject: "Of course I do,

her…" "It's real-life wife swapping, they all want to sleep with other men's wives, they wish they could have a threesome with someone else."

He was silent for a while, then said, "...I'm different from you, I just want someone else to sleep with my wife, even though

she definitely wouldn't agree, and I wouldn't actually try it, but I just have this sexual fantasy, it's the most

exciting ..."

I felt even more embarrassed. Later, he kept hinting that I should say things about what I wanted to do with his wife

. Although he was very excited (I even suspected that he wanted to

masturbate while listening to me fabricate scenarios of sleeping with his wife), he spoke very politely, unlike his QQ name which was so direct. But I just couldn't bring myself to say

it . We chatted casually for a few minutes, and he probably sensed it, so he hung up and never contacted me again.

He didn't know that he had affected me.

From then on, I started having these kinds of thoughts unconsciously popping into my head: when I went to the bathhouse with my colleagues, if I saw a

guy with a strong physique and a long, thick penis, I would imagine how great it would be for my wife to have sex with him; when watching normal

movies and TV shows, I would fantasize about what it would be like if my wife slept

with the male lead, and the more I thought about it, the more excited I became… Finally, one day I suddenly realized that I was just like that man in Shanghai.

Now it's time to start with my wife. Lan is the same age as me, and we were classmates in college. Because she was

the prettiest and most ladylike in our class, she had a constant stream of suitors from other classes and departments as soon as she entered university. However, it seemed

that because she was too young at the time (we both started school at five and a half years old and entered university before we were 17,

which is quite a coincidence, haha, but we were both little ones in our class back then), she was very resistant to making friends,

so her suitors ended up unsuccessfully. As for me, since we were from the same place, we were already familiar with each other from the moment we entered university

.

At the time, I didn't have any particular feelings for her, and since we were both from the same province and region in the south and studying in the north,

we often interacted and helped each other. Haha, we became more and more familiar with each other. By the third semester, with the encouragement of my

dormmates launched a courtship offensive and won her over in half a semester.

On the train home for the holidays, we were already kissing, hugging, and touching each other.

Back then, pursuing her felt incredibly difficult, but looking back, it was actually quite

simple 　　as long as you cater to her preferences, remain patient, give reasonable hints, and confess at the right time! But we were students then, and now it seems students are easy to win over!

Everything that followed was a natural progression. We slept together in school, made vows of eternal love,

graduated were assigned to a well-known large state-owned enterprise in our province, and got married when we reached marriageable age. It couldn't be more natural,

simpler than that.

Okay, okay, I've gone too far into detail, digressing too much, which isn't conducive to getting to the point, and

those who know me well will recognize themselves in this!

Lan is a pretty girl (should I call her a woman? But some people still think she's very young and

want to introduce her to potential partners). She's on the thin side, but I like thin girls, small breasts,

small butts—it's an international beauty standard, after all. She's not short, 164cm, with long, flowing hair,

a graceful gait, and a soft, delicate accent—a typical Southern beauty.

It's no exaggeration to say that when I watch beauty pageants and such, I feel most of the contestants pale in

comparison to my wife in terms of overall presence. What does it mean to have a scholarly air? It means having read all the classic works of art, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, and writing diaries that read

like prose—that's what it means to have a scholarly air! As for her looks, I don't want to describe them specifically, but I'll just use the word everyone in our company

agrees : beautiful!

Our life is sexually fulfilling. Since we got our own house, we've been intimate about twice a week. My wife used to be

extremely shy and passive. She wouldn't listen to me with the lights on, the curtains slightly ajar, or even from behind. She said she felt like

there were many eyes watching her naked from behind (I was speechless!).

I always joked that she was a repressed pervert because she usually objected to me making dirty jokes or telling dirty stories.

But she was very passionate during sex. Soon after foreplay started, she would become very wet from kissing and touching me, and

within minutes of penetration, her vagina would be covered in nipples.

At this point, I didn't need any special skills or tricks. I just kept fucking her relentlessly. After a few dozen thrusts, her pussy

would contract tighter and tighter with each thrust, the frequency of the contractions increasing. Finally, as she suddenly frowned

and hugged me tightly, she let out a few sobbing "hmm...uh..." sounds, her whole body

trembling . At the same time, Lan's pussy would contract desperately, as if many fleshy parts inside were moving, gripping,

enveloping, sucking, and wrapping around my penis. At this moment, the "slap slap" sound of fucking would turn into "plop plop" sounds

—she suddenly released a lot of fluid, she had reached orgasm!

Before we got married, we always secretly made love in my or her dorm room. When she orgasmed

, I would also be excited to the extreme by her tight pussy, and I would ejaculate, a torrent of fluid. Because she orgasmed

quickly, a single sexual encounter, including foreplay, would never last more than 20 minutes.

After we got our own house, I don't know if it was because I was no longer worried about the future, or if my penis had

become more resilient , but I never ejaculated after her first orgasm. Lan's body was incredibly sensitive at this time.

Even though I was lying on top of her without any problem, I couldn't touch her. No matter where I touched her, even

her arm , she would convulse. She couldn't speak then, and if I tried to have sex with her again, she would cry out and push

me away in protest. I guess her body was still reacting to the orgasm, but her brain was telling her she wasn't satisfied.

This sensitivity lasted for two or three minutes.

Each time she recovered, she would kiss me on the lips and ask sweetly, "You haven't had it yet?"

I would whisper to her, "I want you to do it again!"

"You bad boy!"

This playful scolding was like the clarion call for my final assault, opening the prelude to the second battle…

As time went by, we matured. These days, how many magazines, which issue,

don't have sex topics and sex education? My wife learned a lot of new knowledge and accepted many new ideas from them.

(II)

My wife's sex appeal was gradually developed, and it's not entirely my fault. I don't know

when started, but our society stopped being so averse to talking about sex, and suddenly became very open about it. Every magazine and

newspaper had articles about sex, discussed openly and enthusiastically.

My wife was on good terms with the young woman at the mailroom, and she would always get new magazines from her to read for a few days before

subscribing to them. From these magazines, my wife learned that many things she used to be resistant to were actually normal

: such as oral sex, outdoor sex, masturbation, etc.

"Honey, look at what this person wrote, how... excessive!"

That night, like any other, I was watching a game while my wife flipped through magazines in bed.

"What's wrong?" I leaned over to look. It was a reader in a women's magazine

sharing She and her husband lived apart for a long time and relied on masturbation to solve their problems. The article wasn't long, but

it was quite realistic and made a lot of sense.

"Sex is a human need, I think there's nothing wrong with it." I climbed into bed and snuggled up to my wife.

“I didn’t say she did anything wrong, but how could she write about something like this, letting the whole world know

she used her hand…aren’t you ashamed…” my wife said with a laugh.

“I think she did the right thing. How many women who are practically widowed have found sexual

satisfaction because of this article? Honey, let’s satisfy ourselves tonight, hehehe…” I said, lewdly grabbing her

small breasts and kneading them a couple of times through her pajamas.

“Ouch! Get lost, you’re so annoying…” my wife struggled a couple of times, “Can using your hand really feel that

good?”

“I’ll let you try it later and you’ll know.”

“I don’t—” my wife said coquettishly, drawing out her words.

I turned off the TV, rolled over and pounced on my wife, kissing her…

By this time, we had been living in our little love nest for a while, and my wife’s views on sex were

more . She allowed and approved of making love with the lights on. During our foreplay, I noticed her face gradually turning red and her nipples becoming more

erect . Touching her lower body, I found her vulva already wet and sticky. She cooperated fully, letting me

strip her naked. She crossed her arms over her chest, one long leg slightly curled, trapping a patch of hairy flesh between them—so beautiful! I could

n't get enough of her…

While stroking my own penis, I sat between her legs: “Lan, let’s masturbate each other.”

"See, is it good?"

"No!" Lan had been waiting for my favor with her eyes slightly closed, but she didn't expect me to have this thought.

She glared at me reproachfully, gently kicking me with her little feet, her eyes involuntarily drawn to my big penis.

"Haven't you always been curious about how I masturbate? Now I can show you; you should learn too

, so you can comfort yourself while I'm away on business." I leaned down and kissed my wife, whispering

in .

"Hmm... will it really feel good?" Lan shyly agreed.

"Come on, play with your breasts first," I lay on my wife's left side, took her right hand and placed it on her

breast , pressing her hand down and gently squeezing her breast. Slowly, my pressure became lighter and lighter, while Lan still

kept her eyes slightly closed, kneading her breast herself. I then placed my hand on her other breast and teased her, "

Does it feel good?" "

Mmm..."

My hand gradually increased the pressure on her breasts, and I saw my wife's slender little fingers

sinking deeper and deeper into her fair breasts. Seeing this, my desire surged. My free left hand slowly stroked her flat

stomach and her long thighs. Her left hand also unconsciously stroked my body. Finally, my hand

slipped into Lan's hairy patch. Lan gently parted her legs a little. My fingers touched the slit of Lan's vulva

. Goodness, it had already secreted a lot of slippery and sticky love juice. I scooped some from her vulva and smeared it on her

slightly protruding clitoris. I slicked it up and down a couple of times. My wife immediately became even more excited, and her legs parted

a little more.

"Does this feel good?" I deliberately asked, pinching Lan's breasts while rubbing her clitoris.

"Mmm..." My wife rubbed her breasts even more vigorously with her right hand.

I took her left hand, which had been constantly rubbing against my body, and placed it on her mons pubis. "Come on, touching yourself feels

just as good." "I pressed my middle finger against my wife's middle finger and drew circles on her clitoris.

My wife had never masturbated before; I had asked her about it when we were in school. So now she seemed

to find it very lewd and stimulating, and she spread her legs even wider. I covered my hand with my wife's small hand, but

that was all. I felt that this would reduce her sense of shame. Without me guiding or coaxing her,

Lan's fingers were already inseparable from her clitoris, and she would occasionally dab some of her own vaginal fluid from her vulva

to keep her fingers and clitoris lubricated. Her breathing gradually became heavy.

I also buried my head in her left breast and licked it. Stealing a glance at her, I saw that my wife's eyes were still slightly closed,

her face was flushed, and her desire was so strong it could drip water. Her right hand was on her breast, and she was kneading

it from time to time. It seemed that her pleasure had concentrated down there."

"Wife...I love you..." I whispered in Lan's ear (women

need , I forgot where I read that, haha), "I love how passionate you are,

Lan...aren't you always interested in men's masturbation? Can you watch me play with my own penis while you masturbate

?"

Lan had always been dismissive of women reaching orgasm through masturbation; she only

learned about men's masturbation from me, and found it unbelievable and quite curious. I knew she always wanted to see how it happened, just like how

we men enjoy watching women masturbate in porn but are indifferent to scenes of men masturbating.

My wife slightly opened her eyes, turned her head, and gave me a passionate kiss: "Mmm...okay..."

Her small hands didn't relax at all on her vulva, but I was secretly pleased. My wife had never liked me

using vulgar language during sex, but today, despite my explicit words, she didn't object. I wondered if she hadn't noticed or

had already accepted it.

I slowly got up and knelt down beside her... Between her legs, from above, my wife's pure and beautiful body

was posed in a wanton posture: her long hair was loosely scattered on the pillow, her right hand gently cupped her small breasts, occasionally squeezing them, while

her left hand with its delicate fingers, was kneading between her parted, snow-white, slender thighs… This was the first time I had ever seen my

wife so lewd!

While I was still stunned, Lan suddenly noticed my dumbfounded expression and became extremely shy,

her legs slightly clamped together, her knees hitting my legs: "Don't… don't look…"

Seeing that she was about to let go, I quickly leaned down and kissed her burning lips. "Lan, don't stop, you look so beautiful

right now ," I straightened up, stroking my already erect penis, "Look, it's done this for you

. Uh…" I let out a half-serious, half-fake moan.

My wife chuckled, looking at my erection, and said coquettishly, "You naughty thing!"

I secretly relaxed a little, and her little hands started rubbing her vulva again. "

Lan, let's both make ourselves feel good with our hands, you can also feel the pleasure of masturbation."

I said, deliberately speeding up the pace of my masturbation, and sure enough, my wife's masturbation frequency increased. Actually,

the most pleasurable thing at this moment was penetration, but in order to let my wife know the feeling of masturbation orgasm, I knew I had to

control myself.

"My penis feels so good now, Lan, does your vulva feel good?" This was the first time I used "vulva"

to refer to her genitals; before, during sex, we always used "there" to refer to it.

Lan watched curiously as I rubbed my penis back and forth, my slender fingers pressed together, circling her clitoris

: "It feels good..."

"Where does it feel good? I want you to tell me. " "I kept moving, asking one question after another.

'Mmm...'

my wife started to whine. I knew she really couldn't bring herself to say such a vulgar

word My wife comes from a scholarly family and received a traditional education from a young age. She's usually quiet and reserved, a typical

lady. How could she say such lewd things? But I'll try my best.

'Wife, say it, saying it will make my cock feel even better...' I said while masturbating. 'Say

it and you'll overcome your shyness and be more open, and your little pussy will feel even better...'

My wife didn't say anything, still looking at my cock while masturbating. I didn't know if she was already tempted

, so I continued to probe, 'Lan, my cock is really uncomfortable right now. I really want to put it in your little pussy. Does your little pussy

feel good ?' 'Mmm... good...' 　　I looked over. Between my wife's constantly rubbing fingers, her clitoris was already erect, and her labia minora were also swollen with excitement.

"

My clitoris, slightly protruding and open, gleamed with a lustful sheen as my wife used the love fluid flowing from her vagina to lubricate it.

"Tell me...where feels good...faster..." My voice deliberately carried a hint of panting

, excitement, urging, and even a touch of command.

"Ah...little pussy...feels good...uh..." My wife finally uttered those shameful words! She closed

her starry eyes slightly in embarrassment, her pretty face turned slightly to the side, but her masturbation moved even faster.

This scene excited me even more, but I dared not openly praise her. "Wife...you're so good, I love you so much...

tell me, do you like my cock..."

"Mmm...I like it..."

"Like what?"

"Your...cock..." My wife frowned slightly, but this time she spoke more readily than before.

She was clearly experiencing more pleasure; her legs parted further, and her pussy was even wetter.

"Oh...my cock feels so good, do you like your husband's cock fucking your little pussy?" I continued softly,

but changed the usual "insert" to the vulgar "fuck."

"I like...I like my husband's cock...fuck my...pussy...ah! ah..." Lan's little hands

suddenly quickened their kneading, her little buttocks also spun and thrust upwards, her middle and ring fingers together

rapidly stroking her wet clitoris and labia minora, her index and little fingers elegantly curled.

It was so wonderful, she had reached her climax! My wife's buttocks rhythmically thrust up and down, her head tilted back,

her pointed chin facing me, unconsciously moaning incoherently, her little hands still shamelessly wriggling between her thighs,

so lewd!

That night, I used my cock to fuck my wife's little pussy hard again, giving her another satisfying experience. After we finished, while

whispering sweet nothings, I gently stroked her body and asked her, "Lan, does it feel good to use your hand?"

"Mmm, it feels different from doing it with you." My wife nestled in my arms.

"Why is it different?"

"I felt it with my hand... and it hit the tip immediately, an incredibly intense

pleasure , but the pleasure lasts shorter."

Fellow enthusiasts, I've concluded that clitoral orgasms are intense but shorter-

lasting are less intense but longer-lasting. I don't know if any women have read this, or experienced men, but is

this correct?

Watching my wife masturbate was very stimulating and interesting, but we

didn't try it again for over a month until I went on a business trip to the provincial capital.

During my week-long trip, my wife and I spoke on the phone twice, pouring out our hearts to each other while saying

lewd things and masturbating. My wife, initially hesitant to speak, gradually opened up with my coaxing and pleading , uttering things she would normally find difficult to say

during sex, such as "My pussy is so wet now" and "I miss your big cock." 　　Each time, my wife repeatedly murmured "Fuck my pussy...fuck my pussy" to achieve orgasm with her hand . Why is it called "babbling"? Because when I asked her later, she didn't even know what she was yelling and screaming about during ... 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(III) 　　Last time I wrote about my beloved wife, Lan. With my encouragement, hints, training, and instigation, she had begun to use masturbation as a way to relax in our sex life, and we would reach orgasm together over the phone. Even when we weren't together, we could comfort each other. At this time, although my wife wasn't very open yet and was much more charming than before. 　　We could discuss all kinds of sexual issues together and watch erotic films together. My wife liked to watch aesthetically pleasing Category III films, such as the South Korean film "Beauty." Some Hong Kong films were also very good at creating emotional scenes. My wife would often get wet and sticky and aroused . On the contrary, she not only had no interest in those plotless "gunfights," but was also quite resistant to them, disliking them (especially explicit scenes of blowjobs and oral sex, and she also didn't like giving me oral sex, mainly because she found it disgusting). This was quite different from some of the female online friends I talked to about adult topics. 　　It was an early summer evening, and my wife and I were taking a walk hand in hand after dinner, as usual. Lan was wearing a white long dress, while I was in casual clothes. As we strolled in the warm evening breeze, we often attracted the attention of passersby. They were probably envious of us, the loving couple, I thought… 　　A thought suddenly flashed into my mind. I took my wife's small hand and said to her, "Lan, I want to go watch some basketball, okay?" 　　It was a lighted basketball court in the fitness area of our company community. A group of men were playing basketball, young and old, including high school students, sweating profusely and enjoying themselves. My wife knew I liked watching basketball, so she silently sat with me on the steps by the court, watching the chaotic yet lively game played by a dozen or so people. 　　Recalling my past days playing basketball like crazy, I said, "Men playing basketball feel completely different with a woman watching versus not having one. You're sitting here, and you have no idea how much more energetic they become. Just watch, there will definitely be more individual dribbling and breakthroughs, and good teamwork will be drastically reduced because of your presence, haha." 　　"Nonsense!" my wife playfully scolded. 　　Sure enough, just as I predicted, there were more and more three-step layups, and the tricks were constantly changing and becoming more elaborate. Those who made the shot would glance at us as they ran back, chest puffed out; those who missed would glance at my wife in regret. 　　My wife also sensed her attraction to the players. I looked at her with a mischievous smile, about to tease her a bit… 　　"Don't say that!" my wife rolled her eyes at me and lightly punched me. 　　"That just means you're beautiful, you're very attractive, and everyone's performance is for you…" I quickly flattered her. 　　My wife, of course, was very pleased, rolled her eyes at me again with satisfaction, and continued watching the game. 　　"When we men look at women, we'll definitely take a second look at those with a slender figure; when you women look at men, do you also prefer those who are strong and fit?" I asked my wife, looking at the shirtless men on the court, all sweating from the heat. 　　"Of course... Wow! So beautiful!" A tall, well-proportioned young man with a very performed a series of impressive feints and a stylish three-step move, prompting my wife to exclaim in admiration.

"What do you think of his physique?" I asked my wife.

Just then, the young man looked over, and his eyes met my wife's.

My wife blushed and muttered a curse under her breath, "You're so annoying!"

I chuckled to myself and continued relentlessly, "Actually, everyone has sexual fantasies, and it's not a dirty

thing. Look at this young man, so sunny and handsome. Imagine how great it would be to make love with him!"

"You're so annoying! You're so mean!" My wife pretended to hit me, but stopped short, her face turning even redder.

"Haha, are you thinking about it?" I continued teasing, patting my wife's knee and using

a little force to loosen the hem of her snow-white long dress, which had been wrapped around her calves just below her knees

.

"Ouch..."

My wife hurriedly squeezed her legs together, about to reach for her to fix it, but I firmly grabbed her hand: "Don't move! He

scored that beautiful goal for you, you should give him a reward."

"No... people can see..." My wife was still struggling.

"It's okay, not many people will notice, but that young man will definitely see, haha," I

comforted and encouraged her.

My wife couldn't resist my insistence and stopped pulling. The front of her long skirt still hung below her knees,

while the back dangled below the steps where she was sitting. Her underwear must have been partially exposed, which made my blood boil.

From my angle, I couldn't see anything, but from the perspective of someone playing ball?

I said to my wife, "Lan, wait for me a minute," pointing to the ice cream stand across the court, "I'm going to buy a bottle of

water." As soon as I stood up, my wife hurriedly tried to straighten her skirt. I frowned and smiled, saying, "Hmm? Don't move,

or I'll tease you even more..."

"You're so annoying..." my wife said coquettishly, then stopped trying, placing her hands on her knees together.

"Come back quickly!"

A surge of icy coldness flowed from my mouth to my chest, but it couldn't extinguish the wicked desire burning within me. As I crossed the court, my

eyes were fixed on my wife's skirt: because she was sitting on the second step, people on the court

could . Heh, while I wasn't looking, my wife had slightly gathered the hem of her skirt, but the back still

drooped down, revealing the elegant curves of her tightly pressed legs extending deep into the skirt, down to the

barely visible white panties.

Just the right amount! I wondered if Lan didn't want to expose too much, or if she thought the skirt was too sticky to the ground?

Anyway , she accepted the partial exposure. Is it really like in novels, where women subconsciously have

a bit of an exhibitionist streak?

I thought to myself, walking over to my wife, handing her the water, and leaning down to whisper, "Lan, you're dressed

so well. People can only see your legs, not what they really want to see, haha. Anyway, I'll go stretch my

legs ."

As dusk approached, more than half the people on the court had left. The middle-aged and elderly basketball enthusiasts and the younger students had

mostly gone home. The remaining players were probably single employees from our company's dormitory. After I joined, the eight of us

played half-court. I

hadn't done any vigorous exercise in a long time, and I was a little overweight, but that didn't stop me from showcasing my specialty—

perfect passes. I tried to minimize my running, using my teammates' screens and cuts to constantly pass the ball to that sunny

boy —the tall, handsome guy who was the best player. After each brilliant

attack, he would always give me a knowing smile as I provided the assist, then discreetly

glance at …

After winning two sets by ten points, the opposing team insisted on a rematch, and I, already panting heavily, gloriously

left the court, letting them switch to a three-on-four situation. It was clear that my teammate, the handsome young man—I already knew his name was Wang Dong from his teammates' shouts

—was deeply saddened by the loss of such a good comrade.

“I’m exhausted, exhausted!” I sat down next to my wife, panting heavily, and gulped down a

glass of water.

“Silly boy!” my wife teased, lovingly wiping my sweat. “Look at him, he played for so long and didn’t

complain of being tired.”

“Heh~ who is he? Is he that handsome young man who always watches you? His name is Wang Dong. What, you think your husband

isn’t as him?” I teased in a sarcastic tone.

“You’re so annoying, you’re so mean…” My wife blushed and pretended to hit me again.

I pulled her to my feet. "You can't sit down right after strenuous exercise. Come walk around with me for a bit to relax,

okay?"

Just as my wife nodded, I chuckled mischievously and whispered in her ear, "Besides, my wife's been

showing off her beautiful legs for ages with her skirt up. They should have had their fill, right?"

My wife blushed deeply, her face turning crimson. I chuckled softly as I took a few playful punches, and we strolled to the

basketball hoop on the other side of the court where no one was. The basketball hoop was balanced by a flat, clean concrete slab.

My wife and I sat down facing the opposite side of the court. It was getting darker, and the figures of those tireless bachelors

running, jumping, and shooting in the distance were already starting to blur.

Looking at them, I said to my wife, "Lan, the reason I teased you like that and made you expose yourself was because I read in

a book that women subconsciously have a desire to expose themselves. In other words, you

felt excited when you were exposed, right?"

I turned my head to look at her, and she glanced at me shyly. Seeing that I was serious, she looked at the people on the court and said

softly , "I don't know... I was just quite nervous. I felt like they were all looking at me... looking at my private parts, so

I was a little excited..."

Looking at my wife's shy appearance, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart. I said, "Living should be about pursuing physical and mental pleasure.

As long as it doesn't affect others, we can do whatever we want! Actually, I don't mind that you exposed yourself,

but you didn't expose yourself too much. You should say you exposed your mind rather than your body. Hehe, come on, Lan,

expose !" As I said this, I lifted my wife's skirt.

"No!" My wife immediately pressed the skirt down to her thighs, only revealing her slender calves.

"What are you afraid of? It's late. They can't even see the basketball hoop clearly, let alone you." As I

was saying this, my wife slapped my hand.

"Your hands are so dirty, you've gotten everyone's clothes dirty." My wife saw me staring blankly at my

hands, which were covered in dirt from playing ball, and chuckled. Then she blushed with embarrassment—not that she was against showing them off, but...

Instead, she was afraid of getting her skirt dirty!

"Hehe," I chuckled awkwardly, "There's a water pipe on the lawn right next to me, I'll be right back!"

When I returned from washing my hands, the scene before me was beyond my expectations: my wife, usually so gentle and demure,

the classic beauty in my colleagues' eyes, had rolled up her long skirt to her thighs, turning it into a mini-skirt, revealing her long, slender, snow-

white legs. Moreover, her legs were slightly parted, making her white panties easily visible! My wife's elbows were resting on her knees, her small hands supporting

her chin, her eyes seemingly fixed on the people playing ball, her gaze already dreamy, like someone aroused during foreplay!

My wife sensed someone approaching and quickly brought her legs together, about to lower her skirt. Seeing it was me, she stopped

, her hands on her legs, and gave a shy, coquettish laugh, saying, "Don't look," but still trying to lower her skirt. I sat down and quickly

pressed her hands down: "Don't move! Don't be shy. With an open-minded husband like me, you should be more relaxed.

Were you very excited just now?"

"Mmm," my wife nodded. "I felt like they could all see, even though I know they can't, I

still showed them like that... Am I very..."

My wife couldn't finish her sentence, so I quickly interrupted, "Yes, my wife is very lewd."

Sitting beside my wife, I gently whispered some vulgarities that aroused my strong physical reaction in her ear,

while lightly kissing her cheeks, earlobes, and neck. One arm encircled my wife's waist, while the other hand gently parted

her legs, which were pressed together in tension and shyness. It was almost effortless; with just a slight hint, my wife

spread her legs.

"Mmm~ Don't say that..." My wife's hands also wrapped around my shoulders, her head tilted forward to receive my kisses. Her

breathing became heavy, and her face began to burn.

“Don’t be shy. Just like when we make love on the phone, it’s just a sexual fantasy. Be bold and say it, it’ll be more

fun ,” I stroked my wife’s spread legs. “Those guys playing ball are watching you, watching

you act all horny. Do you want them to watch?”

“Yes…”

“Want them to watch what?”

This seemed to be our usual pattern of erotic conversation. Under my guidance, my wife began to get

aroused: “Let them watch me… my legs…”

My hands gently stroked the outside and inside of her thighs. Slowly, my hands moved closer to the warm area between her

legs , stopping at her panties and gently circling them: “What else? What else do you want them to watch?”

My wife’s eyes were half-open, half-closed, seemingly looking at the few dark figures still running in the distance:

“Watch my… pussy… uh… breasts…”

Yes! Her babbling reminded me to expose my breasts! I leaned back and reached to unzip

my wife's long dress. I'd only pulled it a little when she turned around: "No...don't take it off."

"Heh, didn't you want everyone to see your breasts?" I whispered in her ear.

"No, once the top of this dress is off, it'll be hard to put it back on. What if someone sees...it'll be too late..."

My wife continued to sway, preventing me from unzipping it.

I realized she had a point, and there were too many acquaintances in this community. If someone saw us,

the consequences would be unimaginable, so I didn't force her. After zipping it up, I

slipped my hands under her armpits from behind and, through the dress, grasped her two small, erect breasts: "Those men all saw it, I'm touching your

breasts...you're spreading your legs so they can see your panties and your little pussy inside, right?"

"Ah...yes...see my little pussy..." My wife became aroused again.

I reached my right hand down to her lower body, slipping my fingers inside her panties—it was so slippery! My wife

let out a soft "Ah!" and her body trembled slightly in my arms. Her small hands pressed against my

hand, which was covering her vulva, whether from nervousness or the sudden pleasure, I couldn't tell.

We had been watching the opposite half of the court with a mixture of tension and excitement. I noticed a tall figure who

seemed rather relaxed, pacing back and forth with his hands on his hips. Occasionally, the ball would land near him, and

he'd take a quick shot. He often seemed to take a short break, crouching down for a moment. It must be that handsome young man, Wang Dong! Was he secretly watching us the whole

time ? Could he even see us? At most, he could only vaguely see a white figure

cuddling with someone next to him, right?

Excitedly, I gently parted my wife's labia like prying open flower petals. The love juice

seeping had already soaked her labia. My middle finger, glistening with her fluids,

teased her clitoris. "Lan, look how wet you are, aren't you a little slut?"

"Mmm...yes..." my wife answered unconsciously, placing her hands on her legs, then pressing them back to her genitals,

unsure where to put them.

"Take off your panties. If anyone comes, you can just put your skirt down. Let everyone

see your little cunt, see how wet it is for them, okay?"

I slipped my left thumb into the elastic band of my wife's panties. She cooperated perfectly, slightly lifting her buttocks and

quickly pulling them down herself. I took them and stuffed them into my pocket. Then I spread her legs wide again.

“Look, my wife Lan’er is spreading her legs wide open for you, showing you her little pussy.” I

whispered to my wife, “Lan, masturbate, let everyone see how our little slut plays with her own little pussy.”

“Ah…” My wife let out a soft sigh of pleasure as she placed her hand on her genitals.

“Tell them, beautiful Lan is a slut, tell them you want them to fuck your pussy.” I

used even rougher language, arousing my wife’s lust.

“Mmm~, I’ll only let you… fuck me… I won’t let anyone else… fuck me…”

I never expected my wife to still have such traditional views on chastity! I smiled wryly and said, "It's just a sexual fantasy.

Try saying it while you think about it. Look, that handsome guy Wang Dong is looking at you with your naked ass and exposed pussy. He

must really want to fuck you. Saying it out loud will definitely give you more pleasure."

"Mmm... I'm a slut... Look at my pussy... It's showing... Come fuck me... Come on...

Fuck me... Ah... Ah..."

I gently stroked my wife's thighs and breasts from behind. Although I couldn't see, I could feel that my wife's masturbation

was getting faster and faster, and her voice was becoming increasingly uncontrollable: "Come fuck me!... Fuck my pussy... Use

your big cocks... Fuck me... Wang Dong... Fuck me with your big cocks!..."

"Keep it down!" I thought to myself, about to remind my wife, when suddenly she seemed to hold her breath,

pressing her upper body against my chest from behind, supporting herself entirely on her feet, her buttocks suddenly rising. As

her small hand moved inside her vagina, her buttocks also arched! Her orgasm came so quickly

and intensely!

Judging from the reactions of the guys playing ball, they probably didn't... "Oh my god, that felt so good..." my wife lazily replied, "Let's go home, I think I got my skirt

wet , it's so cold and uncomfortable." As

soon as we got home and closed the door, without washing or foreplay, I held my wife tightly and kissed her all the way from the door to the bedside.

I lifted the skirt, which was slightly damp with her vaginal fluid, to the end, and my wife, understanding my intention, parted her

slender legs, which were not wearing underwear, and my already erect penis plunged into my wife's still slightly moist vagina!

As I relentlessly thrust into her, teasing and provoking her with my words, my wife, with a touch of coquettishness, began

to utter lewd phrases: "Husband, it feels so good... fuck me slower... I'm so embarrassed... fuck my little pussy...

Wang Dong, fuck my little pussy... you all fuck my little pussy... ah..."

At this moment, hearing my wife call out another man's name suddenly gave me a different feeling—a mix of jealousy, envy,

and intense pleasure! Every time my wife called out "Wang Dong, fuck my little pussy," my heart would flutter painfully,

my brain would become even more excited, and my penis, fucking my wife's tender, wet pussy, would tighten.

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