Wife Vicki

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The sender read: "I'm going to Chengdu on a business trip tomorrow. Pick me up."
I've been staring at this short message for at least twenty minutes, still feeling like I'm in a dream. Memories
buried deep surged back like a tide, all because of the name Vicky.
Vicky, my classmate from elementary school to university. Over a decade of classmates, over a decade of unrequited love. From a young age, she was always
so dazzling, breathtakingly beautiful. And me? Aside from academics, I was utterly hopeless in everything else
. But I never imagined that Vicky liked me. At our university graduation ceremony, the day before we parted ways,
I got incredibly drunk, and Vicky was drunk too. She kissed me in front of so many people. It was my first kiss,
and Vicky's was too. Then she told me she liked me. She waited over a decade for my confession, but I didn't, because of
my cowardice and inferiority complex.
When I woke up, I frantically searched for Vicky. I wanted to tell her I loved her. But fate didn't
give me a chance. She left. Some said she went to Beijing, some said she went to Shanghai, and others said she went abroad
. I pleaded with my friends who knew her well, but all I got was extreme sarcasm and ridicule.
After that moment, I changed. I started using sweet words to deceive women, from sixteen to forty-six years old, tall,
short, fat, thin, beautiful, ugly—any woman. White-collar workers, doctors, nurses, police officers, prostitutes,
teachers, students… married, unmarried—any woman. Therefore, I had physical relations
with at least eight hundred, if not a thousand. I wanted to use their bodies to numb myself, to forget… But could I really do
it?
She was still so dazzling. Even in the crowded throng, I found her beautiful
figure . Her long, flowing hair swayed in the wind like a willow branch, and she wore a white dress, like a beautiful angel. Vicky
looked around, a red travel bag at her feet.
"Have you been waiting long?" My voice was low and hoarse, a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Ah
!"
Vicky seemed startled, but upon seeing it was me, she said, "No, I just arrived too." "Let's go," I
said, picking up Vicky's luggage. We walked very slowly. I glanced at Vicky every now and then
, and she secretly looked at me too. Our eyes met, and she quickly looked away.
"Hey, this shop is still here!" Vicky exclaimed in surprise, looking at a small shop called "Coffee & Tea." "
Yes! Only the owner has changed, but the taste is still the same. Let's sit down." "Okay! It's been so long since I've been
here , I really miss it." "Welcome, sir/madam! What would you like to order?" As soon as Vicky and I sat down,
a waiter came over and asked in heavily accented Mandarin. "One
cappuccino one bitter tea," Vicky and I replied simultaneously, then looked at each other in surprise. "Okay,"
the waiter said, paused for a moment, noted it down, and left.
Vicky, being a girl, glanced at me for a few seconds before turning her gaze to the bustling traffic outside the window,
her pretty face as delicate and alluring as an apple. "You come here often?" Vicky asked, still looking out the window, her chin
resting . "Yes," I replied. I did come here often; there were two memories associated with it: one with Vicky, and the other with the shop's owner
.
The owner was a widow in her thirties, mature, charming, and passionate! Every time I came, I would order
a cappuccino and a bitter tea. Curiosity can kill a cat, and it can easily attract a woman. So,
after only three visits, the mature owner became my plaything. Later, I accidentally caused a pregnancy, and
the owner begged me to be with her, saying she would do anything for me. How could I agree? In the end,
heartbroken, the owner aborted the child, sold the shop, and left the city. Of course, I couldn't tell Vicky any of this,
so after a simple "hmm," I fell silent again. Until the waiter brought our food.
"How have you been all these years? If you don't speak, can you still recognize me? Your eyes hold that time. A smile
seems to bring it all back. Do you remember what you said? Time will dilute a cup of strong black tea. But that
memory has long since become a fragrant breeze, scattering across the world. I am your dancing moon, you are me, the youth I miss. In
the snowy north and the blossoming south, a thousand songs call me back, come back…"
The background music was Priscilla Chan's "Snowflakes and Flowers." Vicky seemed to like it very much, humming along softly.
Unlike the original singer's deep emotion and maturity, Vicky's voice was gentle and pure, like a girl next door, like a nightingale singing in a valley.
Both were like heavenly sounds!
Vicky gently stirred the cappuccino in her cup, and after finishing the song, she fell silent, seemingly influenced by the lyrics.
Time will dilute a cup of strong black tea; time flowed away in the dissipating smoke of the cappuccino. Because
the waiter , my bitter tea was still steaming hot. Vicky took the cup from me,
took a small sip, and the bitter taste made her delicate eyebrows furrow slightly, making her look pitiful. A faint lip gloss
remained .
"Why do you like bitter tea now?" "Because you... left..." My voice trailed off, and Vicky
's body visibly trembled. "It's almost time. Where do you live? I'll take you home." "Me
? I live at No. 1, Unit 1, Building 1, XX Community, XX Road," Vicky said playfully, her face flushed crimson
. "Wait... isn't that my address? Vicky, where do you live? I'll take you home." I wondered.
"Why aren't you taking me?" Vicky asked, seeing my dazed expression. "Oh." " Of course I'll take you,
it's on my way." "You sly one!" Going home isn't always on my way.
"Go wash up, you must be tired." After entering, I put down Vicky's luggage and went straight to the bathroom,
preparing hot water for her. "Okay." Vicky went in and closed the door. As soon as I turned around, Vicky
poked , looking at me seductively. "Want to swim with me..." I pushed Vicky's head back inside
. "Hurry up and wash, the water'll get cold."
Back in the living room, I sat on the sofa, my mind filled with Vicky's image. She took off her
clothes, revealing her snow-white body, her breasts perfectly formed. Her nipples were
pink like ripe cherries. Her slender waist, her pert buttocks... My breathing became increasingly rapid, my blood rushing to my head
, surging back and forth in the living room.
Reaching the bathroom door, I could clearly hear the sound of water... They say a beautiful woman fresh from the bath is the most
captivating sight, and that's certainly true. Her hair was jet black and moist, smooth and silky, her face was so fresh and pure
, her eyes were gentle, her lips were red and her teeth were white, especially her soft and moist lips, so clear and bright that I couldn't help but feel the urge
to kiss her.
Perhaps unaware of her own beauty and allure, Vicky wore a
semi-transparent , her graceful figure clearly visible. Her breasts appeared even more prominent, seemingly braless,
with two adorable nipples slightly erect. Her waist was slender, and her legs long and shapely. Her arms were as white as lotus roots, her wrists as white as frost,
with a few glistening water droplets clinging to them, making her resemble a lily just touched by morning dew—pure, flawless,
and so clean that one hesitated to breathe too deeply, as if afraid of startling her.
Vicky dried her long hair, and seeing me staring at her with adoration, her face flushed crimson. She bent down and took a hairdryer from
her suitcase The thin nightgown clung tightly to her pert buttocks, its perfect shape presented
before me, further testing my limits. "Help me dry it..." Vicky's voice was barely a whisper as she turned and went into
the bedroom.
The sweet fragrance emanating from Vicky's body numbed my senses, and my lower body throbbed with an aching erection. "Thank you."
After drying Vicky's long hair, she stood up, just a step away from me.
I could no longer suppress my emotions, and I pulled Vicky tightly into my arms. I searched for
her red lips and kissed her with all my might. Vicky trembled slightly, her hands around my waist, and she began
to respond to my passionate kiss. Her slightly parted lips allowed me to easily penetrate her, and our tongues intertwined.
This kiss lasted until we were both breathless. I pulled away from Vicky's hands and pushed her onto the bed. "Tear...
rip!" With a tearing and pulling motion, I ripped off my clothes, pounced on Vicky, and kissed her passionately again. I kicked off
my shoes , my hands haphazardly unbuttoning my pants, while Vicky's hands caressed my bare back.
I finally reverted to my primal instincts, sat up, and with trembling hands gently removed Vicky's clothes. Vicky's temples
were flushed, her eyes tightly closed as she cooperated with my movements.
How can I describe Vicky's beauty? Her form is like a startled swan, graceful as a dragon in flight. Her radiance shines like autumn chrysanthemums, her beauty like spring pines in full bloom
. She seems like light clouds veiling the moon, like swirling snowflakes in a gentle breeze. From afar, she shines like the rising sun at dawn;
up close, she glows like a lotus emerging from clear water. Her figure is perfectly proportioned, neither too slender nor too plump. Her shoulders are like those of a sculpted
figure, her waist as slender as a silken thread. Her neck is long and elegant, her skin fair and radiant. She needs no adornment, no makeup. Her hair is piled high like clouds, her eyebrows are delicate and arched. Her lips are bright red, her teeth
are white and gleaming, her eyes are bright and expressive, her dimples charming. Her beauty is exquisite, her demeanor serene and graceful. Her gentle charm is captivating, her words enchanting. Her attire
is unique and unparalleled, her features perfectly suited to her appearance. She wears a shimmering silk robe, adorned with jade and precious stones. She wears a headdress of gold and kingfisher feathers, her
body adorned with pearls that embellish her beauty. I tread the embroidered shoes of a distant journey, my light skirt trailing like mist. A faint fragrance of orchids wafts
through the air as I linger at the mountain's edge. Suddenly, I leap forth, to roam and play. To my left, a colorful banner hangs; to my right, a cassia flag provides shade. I dip my fair wrists in the sacred riverbank, gathering dark fungus from the rushing rapids.
The goddess of the Luo River, how could even she compare to a fraction of Vicky's beauty… Vicky's eyes are tightly closed, her pretty face flushed to her earlobes,
her arms crossed over her chest, protecting her breasts. Her two long, white legs are tightly pressed together, yet they yield to my touch as I remove
the only .
Vicky is finally barefoot, her allure fully revealed. I am entranced, staring blankly, forgetting what I should be
doing. Only when Vicky softly murmurs "Fool," do I snap out of my reverie.
Once again, Vicky's tongue and mine intertwine, the heat emanating from our naked skin almost melting
me. I kissed Vicky's face, down to her earlobe. Vicky's earlobe was very sensitive; it trembled violently as I kissed it. My
kisses continued down her neck, to her breasts. Her small hands, which had been wandering over my back, moved to my head.
Vicky's figure was perfectly proportioned, her breasts full and firm, her areolas pink
,
her nipples as alluring as ripe
cherries . I gently kneaded Vicky's right nipple with my left thumb and forefinger, while I
suckled on her left nipple like a baby nursing. Further down, to her lower abdomen, her lovely navel. Finally, I reached that mysterious, secluded place.
Vicky's private parts exuded a virginal fragrance. I even doubted whether Vicky was still a virgin, yet I clearly remembered that
Vicky was already married. Her pubic hair was sparse and light in color, her labia like ripe peaches, pink and tender, and her cute
little nipples were already erect. I couldn't help but bring my head closer to Vicky's private parts, but Vicky tightly
clamped my head between her fair legs, stopping me. "No... there... it's dirty there," Vicky whispered, shy
and bashful. "No, Vicky... you'll always be the purest angel... I love you, you know... I love
you!" Vicky melted at my sweet words, relaxing her legs and no longer stopping me.
"Ah..." My hot tongue touched her cute little red bean, and Vicky moaned, her hands tightly
gripping my hair. "No... ah... no... it itches... ah," Vicky moaned incoherently,
her private parts secreting a large amount of lustful fluid. My tongue had already invaded Vicky's vagina, licking back and forth, as if discovering the most beautiful
spring in the world, drinking down every last drop of her lustful fluid. "Ah... ah..." Vicky trembled more and more violently, while I
sucked even more vigorously. Finally... Vicky's vagina contracted, and her lustful fluid gushed out, reaching climax under my onslaught
.
I kissed Vicky's lips, and she weakly responded. Gently parting her legs, I grasped my throbbing,
aching penis, rubbing the head against her vulva a few times before carefully inserting it
.
"Ugh...ah..." So tight, so tight. Despite my best efforts, I only managed to insert half of my penis
. Vicky's
eyes welled with tears from the pain, her fingernails digging deep into my back, leaving streaks of
blood.
"No..." Seeing Vicky's pained expression and rapid breathing, a wave of guilt washed over me. "
Why ...why is this your first time!" Having been with a virgin myself, I knew
why Vicky was in so much pain. I tried to get up; I couldn't defile Vicky, I didn't deserve to be with her forever... "No...
don't ...love me..." Feeling myself leaving her, Vicky used her last strength to hold me, her legs struggling
to wrap around my waist. "But..." I began, but Vicky kissed my lips, her shapely buttocks lifting slightly, allowing
my penis to penetrate even deeper.
Seeing Vicky's pain, my heart ached. I kissed away Vicky's tears, gently licking them, biting her
earlobe. "Bear with it, it'll hurt a lot." "Mmm," Vicky gritted her teeth, her hands tightly gripping my back.
"Ah..." Amidst Vicky's heart-wrenching moans, I easily tore through that thin barrier. Vicky
's nails dug into my skin again, her body trembling violently, enduring unbearable pain.
"Tight...so soft...so warm," my penis was completely enveloped by Vicky, her trembling causing her vagina to tremble as well.
The penis throbbed, gripped tightly, causing a dull ache. A warm current flowed from the point where Vicky and I were joined;
I knew it was Vicky's virginity. I dared not move again, only kissing her cold lips.
I don't know how much time passed, but Vicky's trembling subsided. I gently asked, "Does it still hurt?" "
No… a little… it's itchy inside. You can move." Obeying the command, I still only dared to pull out a
tiny bit, then gently insert again. Vicky's brows were still furrowed, but her pain was tinged with pleasure. I had never
made love in such agony. What should have been a blissful experience felt like climbing a snow-covered mountain and crossing a vast grassland. My body
was exhausted, but my heart was filled with joy. Vicky, my beloved woman, you are finally mine.
"Mmm… mmm… ah…" Vicky, savoring the pleasure, moaned, a sound like heavenly music. I also increased
the intensity of my thrusts, but just as I began, Vicky convulsed again, experiencing a second orgasm.
I was so frustrated… but looking at Vicky still savoring the afterglow, I could only suppress my own desire and
slowly pull my penis out of Vicky's tight vagina. Just as I was about to leave, Vicky wrapped her legs
around my waist, lifted her body, and swallowed my penis completely, we became one again. "I'm sorry… you
're not done yet… I… I…" "Silly… what are you saying?" "But…" "It's okay… rest a bit.
"
I tried to leave again, but Vicky stopped me. "Let's leave it at that… I like it this way." Of course, I
couldn't be happier .
Holding Vicky, I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, my limp penis had already left Vicky's vagina. Vicky was still sleeping soundly, and I couldn't bear
to disturb her. I quietly got out of bed, gently kissed Vicky's alluring lips, covered her with the blanket, and left
the bedroom.
I'd been busy in the kitchen for a while, making several of Vicky's favorite dishes, though I wasn't sure if she still liked
them. I brought out the cooked pork liver and spinach soup and headed to the living room; apparently, this soup is good for replenishing blood and is very nutritious. Vicky was wearing
one of my short-sleeved t-shirts, several sizes too big, but it just barely covered her shapely bottom, revealing her fair thighs.
Having just become a woman, her face still held a hint of springtime allure; she was a charming sprite. Vicky hadn't seen me come out.
One hand on the table, the other holding a piece of fatty meat, stuffing it into her mouth, licking her greasy fingers with lingering satisfaction.
Just as she was about to take another piece, I put down the soup, patted Vicky's little hand, and said, "You glutton... go wash your hands." "Mmm
... um... delicious," Vicky mumbled, taking a big bite. Watching Vicky limp
along , my heart ached.
I went up behind her and picked her up in my arms. "Ah...what are you doing?" "Don't go, I'll feed you." I sat
at the table and held Vicky in my arms.
"Drink some soup before eating..." Vicky sat on my lap, her arms around my neck, and I used a small
spoon to scoop up some soup, blew on it, and fed it to Vicky.
"I want meat...the skinny kind...I want the fatty kind." "Why doesn't a girl love eating fatty meat so much?
Are n't you afraid of gaining weight?" "Don't you like chubby girls?" "You're the one who likes chubby girls..." I said, but my heart
couldn't calm down. Vicky actually remembered what I said. I really like chubby women, with a fleshy feel.
It's rare that this is why Vicky likes to eat fatty meat.
I held Vicky and lay on the bed. She leaned on my shoulder, her small hands drawing circles on my chest. Slowly,
they moved down , finally stroking my penis. I smoothed Vicky's hair, looking at her blushing face, and felt a surge
of desire. Vicky wasn't very mobile yet, but she still managed to sit up with difficulty, teasingly kissing my eyes,
nose, mouth, earlobe, and nipples. I smiled as I looked at Vicky, almost melting into this beautiful, dreamlike state, my suppressed
desire instantly ignited.
Vicky's alluring eyes mesmerized me; she teasingly kissed the head of my penis, her small hands unable to fully encircle my thick
shaft, only managing a half-grip as she laboriously stroked it up and down. Her cherry-like mouth opened wide, yet only
a third . The fiery walls of her vagina almost melted me; this extreme pleasure wasn't enjoyment, it was torture. I strained my anus,
suppressing my surging desire, not wanting to defile Vicky's little mouth… Vicky went to work, and I tossed and turned alone in bed.
If it weren't for the lingering scent of Vicky and her long hair on the pillow, I would have thought I was dreaming… If it was a dream, I
wished I wouldn't wake up.
I prepared a large feast for Vicky's return, every day for the past week, but unfortunately, Vicky's vagina
still couldn't accommodate my thick penis again, so we could only comfort each other with our hands and mouths. The emptiness of my body
was exchanged for immense spiritual satisfaction.
"I'm home..." Vicky came in, hung her backpack by the door, kicked her legs, her shoes flying far away, and
jumped into my arms. She kissed me on the cheek, then looked at the table. "So much delicious food!" she said,
reaching out to grab some. I pulled Vicky's little hand. "Go wash up." "Oh...you're so naughty." Vicky washed her hands, wiped them on her bottom
, and sat in my lap. "I want you to feed me..."
In the kitchen, I was cleaning up the dishes we had just used. Vicky hugged me from behind, her head resting on my back,
her body trembling slightly, her back slowly getting wet. Just as I was about to turn around, Vicky hugged me even tighter. "Don't move, let me hold you for a
while."
I put down what I was holding and washed the soap off my hands. Vicky let go of me, walked to my side, and
picked me up by the waist. Okay, this position was pretty embarrassing, but Vicky really did pick me up, carried me through the living room,
and into the bedroom. Then she threw me onto the bed.
Vicky writhed like a stripper, stripping off her clothes piece by piece until her naked body
was revealed before me. Her perfect figure and alluring eyes ignited a volcanic eruption within me, a burning desire to break free from
the barriers that bound me. Vicky held my hands, straddled my waist, and leaned down, kissing my lips and face,
slowly to my earlobes and neck.
She used her teeth to unbutton my clothes; the sensation of her kisses on my nipples was stimulating and itchy,
the perfect catalyst for my desire. Even as I struggled to break free, Vicky held me firmly, so I
gave up on any further attempts.
Vicky removed my underwear and knelt between my legs, her small hands moving up and down my thick penis
, her eyes filled with lust as she looked at me. Her delicate tongue traced the shaft from the base to the glans,
then she took the glans into her mouth, licking it with her tongue.
"Mmm..." Moaning isn't just a woman's prerogative; with simultaneous physical and mental satisfaction, I cried out. Vicky
was stroking her own private parts with one hand. I sat up slightly, gesturing for Vicky to turn around. 69, I love it.
What an incredible love position. Only those who deeply love each other would kiss each other's private parts with their mouths. Of course,
prostitutes are an exception.
Vicky straddled my waist, her small hands rubbing my penis against her vulva, slowly lowering
herself until she swallowed the entire penis. Her vulva, untouched by intimacy, was terrifyingly tight, the warm touch accompanied by a squeezing
pain. "Ah... um..." Even though her vulva was quite wet, entry was relatively easy, but the rough heat still made it
difficult adapt immediately. She moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Um... um... ah..." Vicky's hands sometimes caressed her breasts, sometimes pulled her hair, sometimes pressed
against my chest, but her waist never stopped moving. I held Vicky's waist, coordinating with her movements, gently thrusting upwards the moment she
sat down , allowing my penis to penetrate deeper, almost reaching her G-spot every time.
"Ah..." Vicky's moans were very subtle, nothing more than "um... um," and when I thrust too deep, she would
only out an "ah." I wasn't entirely satisfied, after all, I have a superior figure; many seemingly innocent young women
would cry out "Big dick brother... dear husband... fuck me to death..." after a few thrusts
. But thinking about how proactive Vicky, a virgin, was, I felt relieved.
This night was destined to be wild; Vicky demanded endlessly, almost draining me dry, until I couldn't ejaculate anymore, my glans feeling
like it was being cut by a knife. Vicky also had countless orgasms. Finally, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
When I woke up, I was alone in bed, awakened by the pain of hunger in my stomach. "Vicky." "
Vicky," I called twice, but there was no answer. I didn't care that I was naked; I rolled over and got out of bed,
feeling weak. The room was empty; Vicky wasn't there, only a letter on the coffee table.
"Love. I'm leaving. Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to bear leaving... Please forget me, okay?
Do you know why I came to find you? I'm actually married. My husband loves me very much, but he
was and is now impotent. We want to have our own children, so I used you. I was just using
you... Don't try to find me... Just treat this as a dream..." My heart was in turmoil. Vicky must have been troubled too;
there were dried tear stains on the paper.
I didn't look for Vicky, and I cut off contact with everyone I had been involved with. Alone, free and
unrestrained.
"How have you been these years..." The familiar melody lingered in my ears, and I couldn't help but sit down in "
Coffee & Tea." "Sir, what would you like?" The waiter's Mandarin was still full of salt and pepper. I turned
my gaze away from the window, but a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from behind me, "One cappuccino, one bitter tea...
"
The End

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