From dignified to promiscuous wife

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(I) Christmas Perks
Throughout November and December, my wife and I were both away on business trips, spending only about seven days together.
On Christmas Eve, I had a banquet out of town. My wife called me that evening, saying that since I wasn't home, she would also go out to meet up with her girlfriends and then go back to the office to work overtime.
However, before hanging up, she sweetly told me that if I returned to the hotel early, there would be a perk.
I know my wife; if she does something, it's something amazing.
Throughout the banquet, I imagined what amazing things my wife would do in the office, and thinking about it made me hard as a board at the table.
Finally, after seeing off the clients, I rushed back to the hotel and immediately video-called my wife.
She didn't answer the first time, then the second… Was she angry? I was so anxious I couldn't sit still.
Finally, half an hour later, my wife called back, saying she had gone to a nearby square to watch fireworks with her colleagues.
She seemed to be in a good mood, and in the video, she gave me a seductive look, "Honey, are you afraid I'm going on a date with another man?" I repeatedly said no, no.
"Guess what lingerie I'm wearing today?"
she said, putting her iPad on the ground and starting to take off her clothes.
Oh my god!
I instantly felt like my lower body was made of iron. This t-backpack was something I'd never seen before.
And then... she was only wearing a scarf and high heels. Like a professional model, she struck various poses to seduce me. In a hurry, I blurryly took two screenshots.
I really wanted to rush over the screen and pounce on her. That night, I actually masturbated twice based on those two screenshots. It's been a long time since I've done that.
Because I was in the office, the background was completely blurred, so I apologize for the blurriness. I hope you like it.
(II) Daily Little Pleasures and Discussions
Many friends have a cuckolding fetish. I don't know if this counts. I definitely wouldn't have the guts to find someone to play with my wife. But every time I have sex, or when I'm in a long-distance relationship and fantasize about my wife, I always imagine her being pinned down by someone else.
Men over 40 are definitely not as sexually capable as they were in their youth, so they have to be innovative in their ideas, haha.
First, let's talk about the location. Humans are strange creatures; the essence of sex remains the same, but the feeling is completely different in different environments.
We've tried it in almost every place in the house big enough for two people to stand, but my favorite is the kitchen. It has a window, but the building across the street is far away, and you can't see what's going on in the lower half. So, I've sneaked in with my wife several times when she's cooking or washing dishes in the kitchen, dressed scantily.
My biggest desire is outdoors. We haven't had time to relax and travel properly since we got married, and I really want to go to the beach.
Then there's the unfinished apartment, which I've discussed in previous posts. I've scouted out several unfinished villas in the neighborhood, hoping to try them out this summer.
And then there are public places, like bars where you can dance. Alcohol combined with the dim lighting is the perfect aphrodisiac; my wife is very open in those environments.
I still can't forget the feeling of taking my wife to a bar last time. She still won't tell me what the man said to her. I guess he asked her about the price, haha. I often see scenes of sex in bar restrooms in movies, and I'd love to try it sometime.
As for positions, many people on forums favor the doggy style, and I wholeheartedly agree. Each time, my wife has to lie face down on the bed or a stool. I wait a bit, admire her, and when she gets eager, I caress and kiss her body from behind, then hold her waist and thrust forcefully.
I feel the doggy style is the easiest to use, engaging all the muscles in the body. I use my hands to pull her body back forcefully, then thrust back hard with my waist and abdomen.
Whenever I ask my wife what her favorite position is, she always says the traditional face-to-face position, where we can see each other. But I feel she moans the loudest during doggy style.
Another favorite is standing with my wife against the wall, hooking one of her legs with one hand, and then thrusting while standing. This position isn't strenuous, and my wife's orgasms come very quickly; sometimes I can even hear her juices dripping onto the floor.
This is probably because she exercises regularly and is very flexible. The difficulty lies in coordinating the rhythm of our thrusts.
The holiday is almost here, and I'm planning a relaxing trip to Southeast Asia with my wife.
You know what Southeast Asia is like, and my wife still owes me a "do whatever you want" moment. I'd appreciate any suggestions on how to enjoy her body and share more exciting pictures. Or please let me know what kind of positions you'd like to see, thanks in advance!
(III) The Holiday Frenzy
Finally, the holiday arrived! Tired of the damp cold of the Yangtze River Delta, I couldn't wait to fly to the warm south with my wife to enjoy the early summer.
I changed into loose, comfortable beach shorts, lay on a lounge chair on the balcony, enjoying the sunset, admiring the hot beauties walking around, and thinking about how to conquer her that night – life couldn't be better.
This time, we went to a relatively unknown island, hoping to avoid the crowds. But I miscalculated; too many people had the same idea.
But it was alright, walking down the street with my sexy wife, enjoying all the attention, greatly satisfied my vanity and kept me in a state of excitement.
Let me start with a little anecdote. A whole afternoon of scuba diving and sunbathing left me exhausted.
We had planned to go to a music festival near the hotel that evening, but after dinner I felt incredibly sleepy and told my wife we shouldn't go, I wanted to sleep.
She was a little disappointed and complained about my poor stamina. I lay in bed and unknowingly fell asleep.
I was startled awake by a warm, wet sensation in my groin. It was already past midnight, and my wife had come home sometime earlier, reeking of alcohol, still wearing her evening gown, and was on top of me giving me a blowjob.
Oh my god!
Actually, I love seeing my wife with light makeup; she has a special kind of sexiness. In the mornings, when I see her applying lipstick at her vanity, I often fantasize about inserting my penis into her sexy red lips.
But my wife is a bit of a clean freak; she almost always insists on showering before sex, leaving me with the regret of not being able to have my cake and eat it too.
Now, to find my penis deeply enveloped by my wife's red lips, the feeling of pure bliss is indescribable.
I was incredibly conflicted. I wanted to pin her down and take her right away, but I also wanted to savor this precious moment a little longer. A sudden thought even crossed my mind: to take a picture of this ecstatic scene and share it with everyone.
In the end, I decided to restrain myself and enjoy my wife's service.
I held on for five minutes, figuring I'd ejaculate soon enough. When I tried to get up, my wife pressed down on me, preventing me from moving. This enraged me, and I tried to roughly push her back onto the sofa. But my wife was even more forceful, pinning me down and pulling down the thin strap of her t-back panties before sitting on me – a clear case of rape. I
was so excited that I cried out I couldn't take it anymore after less than five minutes. My wife said, "Give me, give me!" I said, "If I ejaculate, there's no more fun." She said it was okay, she'd dance for me.
So I ejaculated inside her. My wife, unusually, pinned me down, preventing my erection from ejaculating. She then bent down and licked my entire upper body, before taking off her evening gown, crossing her arms behind her head, and provocatively writhing her body. She told me I'd missed out big time not going with her today.
I asked her, "What's wrong?"
She said smugly, "Don't you know how charming your wife is? If you don't come, I'll dance for others to see." Then I felt my penis inside my wife immediately inflate and swell. My wife noticed that I had reacted so quickly and rewarded me by saying, "Honey, do you want to use a rope? You can use the belt of your bathrobe..." The hotel we stayed in consisted of individual small rooms, and there was an outdoor shower faucet outside the bathroom, so we could wash off the sand before going into the bedroom after coming back from the beach.
I tied my wife's hands and hung her from the shower faucet. She was only wearing high heels, and I stuffed her t-back panties into her mouth. She didn't resist at all. The scene under the moonlight was so beautiful.
I don't know how long we played wildly, from hanging her from the faucet to the lounge chair in the lobby to the floor-to-ceiling windows, we did almost everything in the room.
My wife's mouth was stuffed with her own panties the whole time, and she kept whimpering, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" If it weren't for that, the people around us would probably have been disturbed.
After the crazy night, I hugged my wife and said, "Let's do it on the beach tomorrow!" My wife didn't object, but she said, "What if someone finds out?" I said, "Tomorrow's mission is to scout out the terrain and find a good spot." Then I kept asking her how much she drank that night and what happened there. That's another story.
My wife had a new hairstyle this time and brought several dresses that she didn't have a chance to wear for work, which gave me a good look. The only downside was that she got a little tanned.
(IV) My Wife's Secret
Today I was on a business trip alone again. I drank a little tonight and got a little excited when I got back to the hotel. Thinking of my wife's voluptuous body, I couldn't help but feel aroused.
Coincidentally, she was also accompanying the big boss to an important meeting in the west tonight. The meeting is still going on, and I don't dare to disturb her. So I can only pervertedly imagine her moaning under some man's crotch.
Last time I talked about a crazy night during the holidays. Actually, I've been digging into what exactly happened at the concert that day ever since, but my wife won't tell me.
Men are always full of lewdness, and the more they do that, the more they want to know. Several times during sex, I did a lot of foreplay but didn't penetrate her, pressing her for the story of that day. This trick used to work every time, but this time, it took several tries to dig up even a little bit of information. Piecing together fragments, I roughly know what happened that day.
My wife has a huge secret, one she would never have dared to tell me even if she were beaten to death, now that she's here. When I first won her over, she introduced me to her friends, and we ate out together and drank a little.
I didn't drink at all that day because I was driving. Because everyone was happy, her friends kept urging her to drink. Later, when I noticed her repeating the same things over and over, I knew she'd had enough.
So I secretly switched her drink with my Sprite. After she downed it in one gulp, she stared at me with wide eyes.
On the way home, she hugged my arm and said, "I'll tell you a secret, okay? Never let me drink any kind of alcohol and Sprite at the same time again." Looking at her teary eyes, I instantly understood.
I don't know if any of your girlfriends have had this experience, but for my wife, mixing any kind of alcohol with Sprite is a powerful aphrodisiac.
Anyway, back to that night. My wife arrived at the music festival alone, wearing high heels and a sexy dress. The crowd was mostly Westerners, everyone was dancing and singing with beers in hand.
She ran into a few Chinese girls who had been diving with us earlier that day, and they started chatting and dancing together.
Those girls were all quite pretty and very well-developed. (By the way, I often lament that sexy and pretty girls are all living abroad.
) Everyone got a little tipsy and danced pretty wildly. A few handsome white guys (that's what she said) kept surrounding them, trying to chat them up.
Whether she was groped while dancing, I don't know; I asked several times, but she just smiled and didn't answer. Later, after the concert, the guys suggested going to a nearby bar to continue drinking and chatting, and the Chinese girls agreed. My wife wanted to come back, but she was practically dragged along.
It turned out the bar was very far; we had to cross a mountain to get there. Apparently, the bar had a great atmosphere, with amazing DJs and hot pole dancers. They even encouraged customers to go up and have some fun. One of the Chinese girls rushed up and did a performance, causing a sensation.
I asked my wife if she had tried pole dancing, and she said she couldn't. I believed her, but given her physical condition, it was definitely no problem. My wife has excellent athleticism and coordination; she started learning badminton and tennis later than me, and now she plays them better than me. Her waist and hips are especially powerful.
My wife said she felt very thirsty after dancing for a while, and a handsome guy who was with us casually got her a sprite. My wife drank it without looking, only realizing her mistake after taking a sip. She
went to the restroom and saw one of the girls dancing in front of her having sex with one of the handsome guys in a stall. My wife felt instantly targeted, and even after drinking ice water, she couldn't stop the intense urge.
She described it as: "The fluid was almost running down my thighs. My t-back underwear couldn't hide anything." Unfortunately, the bar was far from the hotel, and it was so late; my wife was too scared to take a taxi alone on the dark mountain road. So she could only sit there awkwardly waiting for it to end.
I don't know what the bar lighting was like, but I think any man with a little experience could have noticed her change. And that evening dress was so short, my wife could only squeeze her legs together on the sofa. Several handsome guys kept inviting her to dance, but she said she refused. Otherwise, who knows what might have happened.
Finally, when the girl came out of the restroom, my wife quickly pulled them back to the hotel. The girl didn't want to leave, but my wife insisted, so she came back with them. Then the scene I wrote about last time happened.
(V) Poolside Ambition
Continuing from the previous timeline,
the next morning, I woke up and looked at the sexy body in my arms, and my little brother couldn't help but start moving again. But I'm not young anymore, and thinking that today I would realize a dream I'd had for a long time, I steeled myself and pulled myself out of bed to take a shower.
Afraid of disturbing my beloved wife, I went to the shower room outside and saw the bathrobe strap still hanging on the showerhead. I felt another surge of excitement; last night, my wife had been hanging here and thoroughly ravaged by me.
My wife got up a little while later. I don't know if it was because she was satisfied with my crazy performance last night, or because she felt a little guilty for not taking me out last night, but she was exceptionally nice to me all day.
It's often said that sex is the best beauty and health product for women, and it's really true. My wife lazily curled up on the bed
, looking at me with her watery eyes; any man would pounce on her. I had to make an excuse that I was hungry and urge her to get up and go for breakfast together. My wife sipped her milk and rubbed her foot against my leg, saying in a sweet, cloying voice, "Where are you taking me today, honey?" Maybe I felt guilty, but I always felt like people were watching us. My wife was quite open, clinging to me, with half of her breast exposed and pressed against my arm. I knew she was deliberately being mischievous, seeing how long I could hold out. Of course, I was also enjoying myself. During the work week, my wife rarely acts so feminine; her colleagues at work would definitely be shocked to see this.
After breakfast, back in the room, my wife pinned me down on the bed and said, "You were quite the hypocrite today. Were you satisfied last night? I wasn't enough!" Her hand immediately slipped into my crotch, teasingly stroking my penis—it was the kind of thing that got me killed.
I quickly surrendered, grabbing her to stop her next move. I said, "Didn't we agree to go to the beach today? You have to keep your word!" My wife squinted and said, "Aren't you afraid someone will see your wife?" "It's okay, the best effect is seeing but not touching!" My wife giggled. "Then let's go quickly, or I'll eat you up. So… what should I wear today?" My wife opened her large suitcase, dumped all her clothes on the bed, and began carefully selecting. The final result was a black tennis jumpsuit. The top was a tank top style with two shoulder straps crossing at the back, and the bottom was a pleated skirt that just covered her buttocks. The entire skirt was very elastic and incredibly soft. But precisely because it was so elastic and soft, it was only suitable to wear a seamless sports bra underneath, or better yet, nothing at all.
When my wife wore it, you couldn't help but want to look down at her; the length of the hem was so alluring, making you feel like you could see something, yet you just couldn't.
This tennis skirt isn't the professional kind, so it doesn't have a lining. I initially wanted my wife to wear it naked, but even just trying it on in the room would reveal her underwear, so I didn't have the courage to take her out like that in broad daylight. In the end, I added underwear underneath.
After finally choosing the outfit, my wife, at my insistence, spent some time putting on light makeup. Walking on the beach with my arm around her slender waist, we attracted countless admiring glances, and my male ego was practically bursting. My wife was exceptionally well-behaved today, constantly leaning softly against me, occasionally turning to give me a light kiss.
We walked around the beach with this beautiful woman for quite a while without finding any private areas, but unexpectedly discovered many vendors selling swimming gear nearby.
Before the trip, my wife had searched diligently for a long time without finding a swimsuit she liked. We were surprised to find many nice styles at the vendors.
My wife's requirement was a simple design, without any embellishments or decorations; my requirement, well, like most men, was the more revealing the better. Finally, we chose a black and a red swimsuit. The bras were the same style: two triangular pieces of fabric, one strap tied at the back and the other around the neck. The
bottoms were different. The black one was a regular swimsuit, but divided into front and back pieces. The left side was connected with a faux thin strap, and the right side had two straps to tie it on. The red one looked normal in the front, but the back was a T-back style. We liked both sets, but were worried about the material's durability.
My wife suggested trying them on. The owner, a local, dark-skinned, chubby middle-aged man, seemed friendly. He pointed to a small curtain hanging next to the stall and invited my wife in to try them on.
My goodness, looking around, it seemed like all the stalls had this small curtain fitting room. My wife didn't say anything, just took the swimsuit and went in. The curtain wasn't long enough to cover her from the neck down to her calves. It was like seeing such a beautiful woman completely naked with her clothes draped over the curtain; my penis immediately reacted.
My wife changed into the black outfit first, but refused to come out to show me, insisting that I go inside.
I felt a little embarrassed looking at the shopkeeper, since almost everyone on the beach could see us inside. The shopkeeper, however, encouraged me by waving, so I reluctantly went in.
The fabric barely covered anything; a large expanse of her fair breasts was exposed. My wife seemed aroused; I could see her pert nipples. She whispered, "This is too revealing. Maybe we should try another outfit?" I agreed.
However, I knew the other outfit was the same style. As I turned to leave, my wife grabbed me and told the shopkeeper to hand me the red outfit.
Although incredibly aroused, I was also incredibly nervous, sweating profusely. My wife changed into the red outfit right in front of me; I almost had a nosebleed. The red color accentuated her fair skin, and the t-back swim trunks, when she turned around, revealed only a few straps on her back.
I said, "Maybe we should stick with the first outfit. I can't wear swim trunks in this one; I'll keep getting an erection." Luckily, the shop owner didn't understand Chinese. Seeing my face turn red, my wife playfully put her hand inside my pants. I quickly begged for forgiveness, "Honey, I'll make it up to you tonight, okay..." My wife really liked the black outfit and changed back into it, saying, "Let's go pay, I'll wear this." I quickly ran out, took out my money, and bought the black outfit. The shop owner looked at me with a knowing chuckle.
The next scene was my wife walking ahead in her new bikini, showing off her amazing figure, while I followed at a distance with my swim bag, trying not to ruin her goddess image.
My wife was in high spirits, only reluctantly putting on her tennis skirt at lunchtime.
We had a big lunch in the island's commercial area and then spent the afternoon shopping with her at the market. Finally, night fell, and we returned to the hotel to put our afternoon's spoils back in the room.
My wife said, "The hotel pool is so beautiful, we haven't swum in it yet. How about we go for a night swim tonight?" Actually, I really liked the pool next to the restaurant from the first day we checked in, but I felt it would be a waste to go swimming in a pool when we were already at the beach. Another reason was that my wife said her original swimsuit wasn't pretty enough.
Just as we got to the pool, a staff member came over and said sorry, the pool was closed at night because there were no security personnel. We returned disappointed, and my wife pulled me
close and whispered in my ear, "Honey, we'll sneak back later." I knew this devil was about to go crazy again. Back in the room, there was a movie on HBO, and I lay on the sofa watching it until I fell asleep, while my wife checked emails and read the news online. I was very tired after a day of sunbathing and shopping. When my wife woke me up, it was already one o'clock. She looked at me with a mischievous grin and said, "Honey, it's time to go swimming." I still lay on the sofa and refused to get up. My wife said, "If you don't come, I'll go skinny dipping. What if someone catches me in the room?" I said, "You go first, I'll come when I wake up." I dozed off for about 10 more minutes and realized my wife really hadn't returned, so I quickly went out to look for her. I crept to the poolside, thankfully half the lights were off. I didn't dare call out to her, and I didn't see a soul.
A strange excitement welled up inside me—had she really been taken to the men's room? Worried about being caught on the security cameras, I hid in the shadows by the pool, searching for my wife.
The pool was an irregular gourd shape, with areas for playing and surfing. At first, I thought my wife was playing hide-and-seek with me in the deeper water, but the light wasn't enough to see the bottom.
Suddenly, I spotted a black object floating on the pool wall, half of it almost washed out of the water. I picked it up and looked closely—wasn't that my wife's swimsuit bra?
…
In that instant, I could clearly feel my penis instantly harden beneath my swim trunks. My breathing quickened, and I wanted to grab her and take her right there.
Just then, my wife's head gently emerged from the water beside her, the water flowing back her hair, making her look like a mermaid, her upper body bare and wet, staring at me. Then she leaned in and kissed me on the lips, pulling me into the water in the process.
I surfaced nervously to stop her, lest we wake the security guards.
My wife stood up from the water and beckoned me to follow her. Around the corner of the pool, there was a large, secluded spot. We embraced and kissed passionately. I couldn't control my impulse. I turned my wife around so she was facing away from me, pressed her against the wall, and untied the straps of her swimsuit. Now I realized how convenient this swimsuit was for illicit affairs. I grabbed her sexy, muscular waist and thrust inside her. My wife managed a muffled groan.
Holding that position for a few minutes, I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I quickly pulled out to rest.
My wife smiled and turned back, kissing me from my chest down to my lower body, finally kneeling before me and gently taking it into her mouth.
I couldn't bear to pull her up, but she stopped me. Watching this naked, beautiful woman kneeling before me, risking being seen, performing oral sex on me, I felt that nothing in the world could be more pleasurable.
The final result was that I couldn't resist the temptation and ejaculated all of it into my wife's mouth. With semen in her mouth, my wife playfully asked me, "Do you want to swallow it?" I said no, no, so she spat it all onto my hand. At the moment I ejaculated, what I thought of was her kneeling in front of that dark and fat boss giving him oral sex.
(VI) Dangerous Work
It's been a long time since I've shared our story with everyone. Today, I'll talk about what happened over the past year.
Friends who like our story, please help me analyze and discuss it after reading it. I also hope that everyone will be patient and read through the foreshadowing and those non-ambiguous scenes.
As mentioned before, my wife and I are both very busy with work and often travel for work. My wife was originally in charge of technical support at the company. There are very few technical specialists as beautiful as her. Whenever the sales department had a big case, they liked to call her.
It is undeniable that having a beautiful lady as a technical advisor greatly helps the company's sales performance. My wife told me that the big boss of the sales department would always complain about her clothes when they ate together. He always said that she dressed too casually and that she should buy more professional clothes.
I know that he actually meant that my wife's clothes were not sexy enough. Strangely, I wasn't annoyed at all when my wife told me all this; on the contrary, I encouraged her to dress more sexily for work.
I wonder if everyone remembers that virus that swept the country. Seeing everyone wearing masks on the street made me realize how close the danger was.
At that time, the company was facing a financial crisis. A subsidiary of a state-owned enterprise was interested in investing, but hesitated to make a decision. Their boss was very anxious and held meetings for several days. Except for the sales team, all the company's technical elites went north to lobby for the investment.
My wife was specifically chosen to go with the team. Moreover, he promised that once the project was secured, she would be immediately promoted to regional sales manager.
The most outrageous thing was that the boss had his assistant get my wife's measurements and buy a complete set of outfits, from suits to shirts, skirts, and high heels.
The night before departure, my wife nervously tried on each outfit for me, asking again and again if she could wear them. And I watched, completely excited. It wasn't a particularly revealing dress, but it looked incredibly alluring on my wife, especially the high-slit side-opening skirt. It was see-through yet not revealing, making
her appear dignified when standing, but the glimpses of her thighs as she walked were absolutely captivating. If it weren't for my wife's concerns about the work environment and the health of the bj (a euphemism for sexual activity), I would have been tempted to pounce on her and take her right there.
That trip to Beijing lasted two weeks. Half of the colleagues returned halfway through, but my wife stayed and finally closed the deal.
Looking back, this trip to Beijing was the source of so many stories that followed.
This success had three contributing factors. First, it made my wife a star in the company, propelling her to middle management. Second, the arduous negotiations gave her a close friend, another woman on the team, Xiaohan from the sales department.
Xiaohan was a beautiful woman, the kind you wouldn't forget. I always believed that it was difficult for women to survive in sales, and those who did well were truly exceptional.
From then on, my wife and Xiaohan were inseparable at the company, and Xiaohan influenced her in many ways. Finally, after the investment was successful, several departments of the other company began to merge with their company. Among them was a Mr. Chen, who was extremely infatuated with his wife; he was the head of that business in the other company. I
've finally finished writing the backstory, sorry for the lack of explicit content. I don't know if you like this type of story. I've started writing the rest of the story, but I'm writing slowly because of laziness. If you support me, I'll continue writing.

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