Playing with one's own wife

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Oh my god, I really can't believe my feelings. I never thought that someone as lustful as me, who has watched countless pornographic films, read thousands of erotic novels, and had sex with my beautiful wife hundreds of times, would almost ejaculate after just two thrusts today. Even the first time I was with my wife, I never had such intense pleasure. At this moment, I truly realized that only this method, this way of drugging and raping my wife, could bring me to the peak of sexual desire and satisfy me. I was unwilling to ejaculate like this, so I stopped what I was doing and knelt between my wife's legs. I saw that my wife's vagina was still very dry. She was currently unconscious, and I had only been pleasuring her for two minutes.
At this moment, she was probably not having erotic dreams while she was fast asleep, so her vagina hadn't started flowing yet. Looking at her pink and shapely vagina, I almost drooled. I remembered that before, every time I was with her, I could only lick for a while before she would stop or couldn't take it anymore and would immediately ask me to penetrate her. But today, it was my time to do whatever I wanted. I could kiss her for as long as I wanted. Thinking of this, I buried my head in her vagina, opened my mouth, and took her vagina into my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked her tender vagina, sometimes licking her vulva, sometimes teasing her with my tongue, and sometimes sticking my tongue inside her, slowly and carefully savoring the taste of my wife's vagina.
And so, I licked my wife's tender vulva at will, savoring every stroke, occasionally making sucking and squeaking sounds. Soon, I noticed my wife was starting to bleed; the clear, transparent fluid flowed freely from her vulva. I enjoyed tasting this responsive vulva even more. This lovely, beautiful, tender vulva excited me immensely, and the taste only added to my pleasure. I continued to savor and suck, and before I knew it, I had been licking and sucking for almost twenty minutes. Finally, my neck started to ache, and I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from my wife's vulva.
Afterward, I saw that my wife's vulva was wet, and her buttocks were also wet. With my tongue occasionally slipping inside, it suddenly looked as if she had just been fucked by a man. Thinking of this, a sudden thought struck me. I remembered those fantasies from the past; how many times I had wanted to watch other men fuck my wife. Many times, when I was with my wife, I imagined myself as another man, forcefully fucking her.
Many times, in the end, I would think about how my wife's vagina had just been fucked by another man, and how the feeling of fucking her now was just like another man's experience. Her vagina, still a little loose after being thoroughly fucked by another man, felt even more enveloping. Many, many times, just thinking about this would make me ejaculate, which proves I really wanted this to happen.
Thinking about this, I stopped and wondered how to create the illusion of a vagina that had just been fucked by another man. I couldn't just grab any man off the street and fuck my wife, could I? After thinking for a while, I suddenly remembered there was a cucumber in the refrigerator. I quickly ran to the refrigerator, took the cucumber out, washed it with dish soap, and then blanched it in hot water. I was afraid it would be too cold and make my wife sick. Then, I acted like a woman fucking a man, coating the cucumber with my saliva, which, combined with the lubrication from my wife's vagina, would allow the cucumber to be smoothly inserted into her vagina.
I walked between my wife's legs, glanced up at her sleeping body, then forcefully spread her long, slender legs apart, opening her vagina as well. I aimed the cucumber at her vagina and slowly pushed it inside. Although I wasn't touching my wife, and the cucumber inside wasn't mine, I had already imagined it as someone else's. The sensation of inserting the cucumber into my wife's vagina was incredibly pleasurable. I had thought about using a foreign object to penetrate my wife before, seeing such scenes in many adult films, and I had long wanted to try it. Today, my wish came true.
I began to move the cucumber inside my wife's vagina, my eyes fixed on it thrusting in and out. The long, thick cucumber now appeared to me like a man's penis—very thick and long, much larger than mine. With each thrust, a lot of the cucumber would be pulled out of my wife's vagina. I looked at my wife's eyes again; her eyeballs were moving beneath her eyelids.
I knew she was dreaming, probably a wet dream, judging from the large amount of fluid flowing from her vagina. I started mimicking the actions of a real man, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Occasionally, I would rotate the cucumber inside my wife's vagina—something I couldn't actually do. Sometimes I would insert the cucumber deeper and then shake it up and down and side to side, letting the head of the cucumber touch all her sensitive areas as much as possible.
Listening to the squelching sounds of the cucumber fucking my wife and the erotic sensations my wife's vagina gave me while I was holding the cucumber, coupled with the fact that the cucumber now seemed like another man's to me, all my lustful thoughts converged on this. I started to go crazy, frantic. At this point, I couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate. I checked the time; without realizing it, driven by this pleasure, I had been fucking my wife with the cucumber for twenty minutes, nonstop.
I figured it was about time. Usually, if a man keeps having sex with a woman, he'd ejaculate by now if he didn't control himself. I glanced at my wife one last time; she was still having a wet dream. I swished the cucumber around in her vagina a few times, then pushed it in deeply until I couldn't go any further, then quickly pulled it out. Her vagina looked as if it had just been fucked and ejaculated on before being pulled out.
I put the cucumber aside and looked at my wife's vagina. It was already open, as if waiting for my penetration. I couldn't control myself anymore. I placed my hands on either side of my wife's breasts, using my arms to feel them, then aimed my already throbbing penis at her waiting vagina and thrust it in.
At this point, I didn't have time to slowly savor the feeling of penetration. Sure enough, as expected, her vagina, which had just been fucked by a cucumber, was looser than any vagina I'd ever penetrated before. It was also overflowing with lubrication, already at its peak. I inserted my entire penis, and the wet, easily enveloping feeling washed over me. I thought to myself, "This is what a vagina that's just been fucked by a man feels like. It's so good! This feeling
is amazing!" I began slowly. My wife's vagina used to be very tight. Often, when I first penetrated, I felt her vagina gripping me too tightly, making it difficult to circulate blood, and I couldn't feel much pleasure. But now, her vagina had just been fucked by what I considered another man's cucumber for twenty minutes, and it had become looser. I felt this balance was perfect—not too tight, not too loose. Her vagina was enveloping me with a suitable and gentle force.
Oh my, oh my, I was so happy, not a single bit was left out, I was enveloped by my wife's cunt. I slowly pulled out, then slowly inserted again. My wife's labia swallowed me little by little, that soaking feeling was so amazing. It was truly me, I slowly pushed open my wife's cunt and advanced inside.
Finally, with a little bit of penetration, I reached deep into my wife's body, all the way to her cervix. I inserted a little more, and I felt like there was a baby's little mouth sucking me inside. At this moment, I felt an unprecedented pleasure, it was so amazing. I decided that I would fuck her slowly, I wanted to experience more of the pleasure of fucking this cunt, to savor it slowly.
Since my wife was now like a dead dog, unable to move, and I was in the most pleasurable state, I was reluctant to pull out, so I didn't change positions. I just sometimes lay on top of my wife, sometimes leaned over her.
As I lay on top of her, I touched her full, round breasts with both hands, as if I were holding her and fucking her. When I lifted her up, I would sometimes wrap my arms around her breasts and feel her full, firm breasts with my arms. Sometimes I would let one hand go to grab her to increase the pleasure. Under this stimulation, in less than ten minutes, I could no longer control myself. Finally, I thrust inside and began to ejaculate violently. My semen gushed out like a geyser, shooting into my wife's vagina in spurts.
Here, some of you might be wondering, "Won't my wife get pregnant if I ejaculate like this?" Let me reveal something I haven't told you before: my wife and I have been married for three years and haven't had a child. No matter how much I ejaculate, she can't get pregnant. We went to the hospital for a checkup, and the conclusion was that my wife has a fertility problem and needs treatment to conceive. I won't go into the details here, but in short, she's currently infertile, but that doesn't mean she'll never have children; she just needs treatment. So, my wild ejaculation doesn't mean I need to worry about pregnancy.
Finally, I reluctantly pulled out, but the moment I did, it suddenly occurred to me that I had just used a cucumber to make my wife feel like she had just been with someone else, to achieve greater pleasure. I even simulated the action with the cucumber at the end. And now, wasn't I just about to ejaculate inside my wife? Before, when I fantasized about other men having sex with my wife, I also wanted to have sex with her right after she had been fucked and ejaculated. Now, this was the perfect opportunity. So, I picked up the cucumber I had thrown aside earlier and casually inserted it into my wife's vagina, using it to block out the semen that I had just ejaculated.
I slowly got off the bed, looked at my wife who had just been fucked, and didn't think too much about it, just savoring the pleasure I had just felt. I took out my digital camera and took some more pictures of my wife after she had been fucked. Every time I took a picture, the image on the camera's LCD screen made me feel a surge of desire. After taking about forty pictures from different angles and perspectives, my erection returned. I happily climbed up, slowly pulled the cucumber out of my wife's vagina, trying to minimize the amount of semen that leaked out, and then thrust it into her vagina, which had been fucked twice.
Wow, this was even better! The cucumber had cooled down from being left aside, and after I finished with my wife, I inserted the cool cucumber into her vagina and left it there for a while. When I pulled it out and then inserted my almost bursting, very hot penis, I felt the coolness of my wife's vagina.
I dare say, none of you have ever fucked a cold vagina before. Maybe when you go to a prostitute and she's giving you oral sex, you might have experienced that, but you've definitely never fucked a vagina. The cool feeling was an unprecedented level of stimulation and novelty. Plus, the freshness of my ejaculation mixed in with the fluid inside her vagina made my wife truly feel like a wet chicken. Cool, cool, so good, so fucking good! This time it was even shorter, only five minutes, and I ejaculated again.
At that moment, only one word occupied my mind: pleasure. I didn't want to give up so easily, so I inserted the cucumber again. Now my wife's vagina had been penetrated twice, and more. After inserting the cucumber, I thought, "I've tasted the 'ice' vagina, so I should try the 'fire' vagina." Thinking of this, I came up with an even better method. I found a long, thin medicine bottle, poured out the medicine, and cleaned it. While cleaning, I used an electric kettle to boil some water, not boiling it, but heating it to about fifty degrees Celsius.
Then, I poured the hot water into the medicine bottle, tightened the screws, and went between my wife's legs. I pulled the cucumber out of her vagina and quickly replaced it with the medicine bottle. Because my wife's vagina was wet inside and out, I easily inserted the medicine bottle completely. The fifty-degree water, plus the wasted heat from the previous pouring, I estimated it was now at least forty degrees Celsius, more than ten degrees higher than body temperature, which is a temperature a person can tolerate. I put it inside and took out my camera to take pictures again. This time, I couldn't take more than twenty pictures before I couldn't stand it anymore.
And so, I fucked my wife again. Needless to say, her hot pussy was just as pleasurable. Although I usually fuck hot pussy, it's still not as good as this hot pussy. Both hot and cold pussy excite me immensely, but this time the hot pussy lasted longer. It wasn't because I wasn't satisfied, but because I had just ejaculated twice, and this was the third time, so it was bound to be slower.
Even so, that night, I still fucked my wife five times, changing positions. In this way, that night, I experienced many unprecedented pleasures, and used many methods that I had only thought about but never dared to do before, which laid the foundation for my desire to rape my wife. My wife truly became my sex toy.
Finally, I cleaned up the scene, wiped my wife's body clean, and washed her genitals. Although there was still some cum inside, I thought maybe I could fuck her again later. After cleaning up the scene, I lay on the bed, hugging my cute and lovely toy as I fell asleep.
The next day, my wife and I slept until noon. Since we were both off work, it didn't matter. I was too tired to sleep, and she was because of her medication. When I got up, my mind was still lingering on the previous night's erotic reverie. My wife didn't say anything after waking up; it seemed she knew nothing. We then got up and had breakfast. To make it up to her, since I had wronged her, I took her shopping.
We shopped all afternoon, and in the evening, I said to my wife, "We've been shopping all day, you must be tired. Let me treat you to something nice." So we found a charming Western restaurant and ordered a lot of delicious food, chatting happily as we ate. Halfway through the meal, my wife said she needed to use the restroom, so I sat there alone and looked out. Inadvertently, I noticed a sign across the street that read "Sexual Health."
When I saw those three words, my heart was instantly stirred. I used to watch porn, and there were so many sex toys for the male actors to use on their wives—it must have been so pleasurable! Thinking about it, I really wanted to go there and pick out a few toys to use on my wife.
But my wife was here; what could I do? Just then, my wife came back. Seeing me looking out the window, she asked, "What are you looking at? Are there any pretty girls?" I turned to look at my beautiful wife, my lust rising, and replied, "There's no prettier woman than you. I'm looking at that." I didn't hide the truth and pointed to the sign. My wife looked and asked, "What's that?" Seeing her curiosity, I quietly told her.
But I didn't go astray; I just told her that it was full of things to enhance intimacy, and even treat frigidity. I said a lot, always in a positive light. Finally, I said to my wife, "After dinner, how about we go shopping at that store?" My wife blushed a little and said, "No way, it's too embarrassing."
Hearing this, I immediately replied, "What era are we living in? How can you still be so old-fashioned? We're all from the 80s generation! Can't you even accept these new things?" Before I could finish my rant, my wife interrupted, "Okay, okay, I'll go with you."
Hearing this, I was overjoyed. This meant my wife was willing to do those things with me. I eagerly urged her to finish eating quickly so we could go shopping. My wife smiled at me and said, "Look at how impatient you are! I'll definitely go with you. We'll buy a few more things, okay?"
I happily ate my meal. Afterward, we arrived at this sign, but there were no shops there. I looked into the alley and realized the shops were inside; this was just a sign advertising customers. So my wife and I walked into the dark alley. When we got to the door, I looked inside but couldn't see anything. So, I mustered my courage, opened the door, and pulled my wife inside. There were no customers, only a man who looked to be about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old sitting at the computer counter, surfing the internet. Seeing us come in, he slowly stood up and walked over, asking, "Do you need anything?"
Hearing this, I thought, "Damn, he's obviously selling this stuff. He comes right up and asks what I need. Of course I need something!" I gathered my thoughts, turned around, and looked at him, replying, "Just looking." But as I turned back, I saw him glancing sideways at my wife, sizing her up. Damn, he really was looking! Damn, she'd fit perfectly on you. I coughed and said, "Do you have any recommendations?" He replied, "Which of you two will use her?"
I grunted and said, "Her is the main one."

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