[My beloved wife] (3)

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(III)

Last time I wrote about my beloved wife, Lan. With my encouragement, hints, guidance, and instigation, she has begun to use

masturbation as a form of entertainment in our sex life. She even reaches orgasm with me over the phone,

and we can comfort each other even when we are not together. At this time, although my wife is still not very open and I always have to take the initiative

, has become much more charming than before.

We can discuss all kinds of sexual issues together and watch erotic films together. My wife likes to watch

aesthetically pleasing Category III films, such as the South Korean film "Beauty." Some Hong Kong films are also very good at creating emotional scenes.

My wife often gets wet and sticky and moved by the gentle music, intimate scenes, and lewd moans on

TV .

On the contrary, she is not only uninterested in those "gunfight" films without a plot, but also resists them and doesn't like to watch them

(especially explicit scenes of oral sex, and she doesn't like to give me oral sex either, mainly because she finds it

dirty). This is very different from some of the female netizens I chat with who discuss adult topics.

It was an early summer evening. My wife and I, as usual, finished dinner and took a walk hand in hand. Lan was wearing

a white long dress, while I was in casual clothes. As we strolled in the warm evening breeze, we often attracted

attention from passersby. They were probably all envious of us, this loving couple! I thought…

an idea suddenly flashed into my mind. I took my wife's hand and said, "Lan, I

want to go watch some basketball, okay?"

We were at a lighted basketball court in the fitness area of our company compound. A group of men were playing basketball,

young, old, and even high school students, sweating profusely and enjoying themselves immensely. My wife knew I liked watching basketball, so she quietly sat with

me on the steps beside the court, watching the dozen or so people playing a chaotic yet lively game.

Recalling my own days of playing basketball, I said, "Men playing basketball have

a completely different mindset when there's a woman watching. You sitting here, you have no idea how much more energetic they become. Just you wait and see,

there will definitely be more individual dribbling and breakthroughs, and good teamwork will be greatly reduced because of your presence, haha!"

"Nonsense!" my wife said playfully.

Just as I expected, there were more and more three-step layups, and the moves were constantly changing and becoming more elaborate .

Those who made the shot would glance at us as they sprinted back, chest puffed out; those who missed would

glance at my wife in regret.

My wife also seemed to sense her attraction to the players. I looked at her with a mischievous grin, about to tease her…

“Don’t say that!” My wife rolled her eyes at me and lightly punched me.

“That just means you’re beautiful, you’re attractive, and all their performances are 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 definitely take a second look at those with shapely figures; when you women look at men, do you

also like to look at strong, fit men?” I asked my wife, looking at the shirtless men on the court.

"Of course... Wow! So beautiful!" A tall, well-proportioned young

man took a series of impressive feints, 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 our eyes met.

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

I chuckled to myself and continued teasingly, "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 have sex 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 to tease, patting my wife's knee and

subtly pulling the hem of her long white dress, which had been wrapped around her calves just below her knees, suddenly

flared out.

"Oh dear..." My wife hurriedly squeezed her legs together, about to reach for her to adjust them, but I firmly grabbed her hand:

"Don't move! He scored such a beautiful goal for you, you should reward him!" "

No... everyone 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 struggling. 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 player's perspective?

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 adjust 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, stopping her efforts and placing her hands on her knees together.

"Come back quickly!"

A cool sensation 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, that all 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. Hehe! Anyway, I'll go stretch my

legs

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 rest were probably single employees from our company's dormitory. I joined the eight of us, and

we played half-court.

It had been a long time since I'd done any vigorous exercise, and I'd gained a little weight, but that didn't stop me from playing my specialty—

A brilliant pass. I tried to minimize my running, utilizing my teammates' cover and cuts to consistently deliver comfortable balls to that sunny

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

After each beautiful attack, he would always give me a knowing smile as the one who provided the assist, then discreetly

glance at …

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

stepped off the court, letting them switch to a three-on-four situation. It was clear that my teammate—I

knew his name was Wang Dong from his teammates' shouts—was deeply saddened by the loss of such a good comrade as me.

"I'm exhausted, exhausted!" I gasped, sitting down next to my wife and gulping down a

glass of water.

"Silly boy!" my wife teased, lovingly wiping my sweat. "Look at them, they've been playing for so long and they're not

tired at all."

"Heh~~ Who's he? Is he that handsome guy who keeps staring at you? His name is Wang Dong. What, you think your husband

isn't as good as him?" I teased in a mocking tone.

"You're so mean..." My wife blushed and pretended to hit me again.

I pulled her up and stood up: "You can't sit down right after strenuous exercise. Come walk with me for a bit to relax,

okay?"

Just as my wife nodded, I whispered in her ear with a mischievous smile: "Besides, my wife's

been showing off her beautiful legs for ages with her skirt up. They should have seen enough, right?"

My wife was extremely embarrassed, her face turning bright red to her neck. I chuckled softly and took a few light punches before we strolled to the basketball hoop on the empty

side of the court. The basketball hoop was balanced by a flat, clean cement slab.

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

running, jumping, and shooting in the distance were becoming slightly blurry.

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, and

I was a little excited too..."

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 do 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 yourself a little more!" 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 so 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

chuckled when she saw me staring blankly at my hands, which were covered in grime from playing ball. Then she blushed uncontrollably—not because she was against being exposed,

but because she was afraid of getting her skirt dirty!

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

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

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

, white legs. Her legs were slightly parted, and her white panties were easily visible! My wife rested her elbows 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!

Sensing someone approaching, my wife quickly brought her legs together, preparing to lower her skirt. When she saw it was me, her hands stopped on her

legs, she gave a shy, coquettish laugh, and said in a coquettish tone, "Don't look," but still tried to lower her skirt. I sat down and quickly

pressed her hand down: "Don't move! Don't be shy. With such 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 it. Although I know they can't see it, I

still took the initiative to show it to them. Am I very..."

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

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

while lightly kissing her cheek, earlobe, and neck; one arm was around my wife's waist, and the other hand was stroking and

parting her legs, which were closed due to tension and shyness. It was almost effortless; with just a slight hint, my wife

spread her legs.

"Mmm... Don't say it..." My wife's hands also wrapped around my shoulders, and she stretched her head to accept 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, it'll be more

fun ." I stroked my wife's spread legs back and forth. "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 gradually became

more aroused: "Let them watch me... my legs..."

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

legs , stopping at her panties and gently circling them. "Anything 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 her 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 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 thought she had a point, and besides, there were too many acquaintances in this neighborhood. If someone really saw us...

The consequences were unimaginable, so I didn't force my wife. After helping her zip up her dress, I

slipped and, through her dress, grasped her two small, erect breasts: "Those men all saw it, I was touching

your breasts... You were spreading your legs to let them see your panties and your little pussy inside, weren't you?"

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

I reached out my right hand and explored 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 two small hands pressed against my

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

We had been observing the situation on the opposite side of the court with a mixture of tension and excitement. I noticed a tall figure who

seemed rather relaxed, walking around with his hands on his hips. Occasionally, the ball would land near him, and he would shoot a basket.

He would also often squat down for a short break, as if taking a short rest. It must be that handsome young man, Wang Dong! Was he also

secretly observing us? Could he see our situation? At most, he could only vaguely see a white figure and

someone snuggling together next to them, right?

Thinking 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, covered in her juices, gently

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. My wife cooperated perfectly, slightly lifting her buttocks and

quickly pulling down her panties. I took them and stuffed them into my pocket, then spread my wife's legs apart again.

"Look, my wife Lan'er is spreading her legs wide open for you all, 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 cruder

language , arousing my wife's lust.

"Mmm... I'll only let you... fuck... 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 bare butt 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... All of you come 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 uncontrollable: "All of you come fuck me! Fuck my pussy... With your

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

Keep it down! I thought to myself, and was about to remind my wife when suddenly she seemed to hold her breath and didn't say a word.

She leaned her upper body against my chest from behind, supporting herself entirely on her feet. Her buttocks suddenly lifted up, and with

each movement of her small hand inside her pussy, my wife's buttocks also thrust up! Her orgasm came so quickly

and intensely!

Judging from the reaction on the other side, the guys playing ball probably hadn't heard my wife's moans and groans. I breathed a

sigh of relief and held my wife's slightly limp body, asking, "Was that good?"

"Oh my god, it felt so good..." my wife replied lazily. "Let's go home. I think I got my skirt

wet , it feels 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 doorway to the bed.

I lifted the skirt, which was slightly damp from my wife's juices, to the end. 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 while simultaneously teasing and provoking her with my words, my wife began

to call out lewd phrases with a slightly shy tone: "Husband, it feels so good... go 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 bit of jealousy, a bit of envy,

and even more intense pleasure! Every time my wife called out for Wang Dong to fuck her little pussy, my heart would flutter with a painful ache,

and my brain would become even more excited. My penis, inside my wife's tender, wet little pussy, would tighten slightly.

It seemed that my wife was also experiencing more pleasure in her sexual fantasies!

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