The passive act of adultery (1-10b)

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The Passive Wife's Adultery in Progress Word Count: 9487
(1) Prologue - A Bright Spot in a Stable Life
"Honey, I forgot to bring my clothes. Could you bring me the two pieces at the foot of the bed?" My wife's voice
came from the bathroom. "Coming." I replied lazily while yawning.
"Here you go." I pushed open the bathroom door and handed the clothes in. "The water temperature is just right. You should take a shower too,
so that people won't smell it when you go to work." My wife said as she took the clothes.
"I know, I'll shower in a bit. I don't care if they smell it, it's not my smell anyway." Looking at my wife
's white body, I couldn't help but tease her.
My wife playfully scolded, "You always say that! You didn't even try harder just now, humph!"
"But we were in a rush! You have to leave soon, and I have to go to work too," I retorted
, then comforted her, "Next time, we'll do it at night. There'll be plenty of time, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied, you little slut." Although
I said that, my mind was filled with thoughts of my mistress Zhang Ting's young body and her seductive appearance in bed.
"Next time? Ugh, forget it. At night, either you're busy or I'm busy, or I come home exhausted from the day
. It's not that easy. Okay, hurry up and shower. I'm not going to argue with you anymore; we're going to be late. I have to lead the morning meeting today
!" My wife urged me to shower while quickly getting dressed and putting on makeup.
As I showered, I compared the scene of making love with my wife just now with yesterday's with Zhang Ting. I
know my own situation; it wasn't that I hadn't tried, but I genuinely wasn't very interested. To be honest, my wife
is top-notch in looks, temperament, and figure. No wonder she's considered a beauty in the business world; she's
the general manager of a large local company. While her appearance certainly adds to her appeal, she mainly climbed the ladder through her abilities—her
boss is a woman. So I feel at ease.
My wife is 1.68 meters tall, which is very standard for a southern woman, and she has a proud 36C
bust. What I'm most satisfied with are her long legs and a plump, shapely bottom. Combined with her charming intellectual air and her
shapely figure in office attire, if it weren't for the inherent authority of a female leader, she would undoubtedly attract
countless suitors in the workplace. Even so, she has many admirers, even
now, many years after our marriage.
She's a true beauty; her mature face often carries a captivating smile. At 32, I think
her overall aura is somewhere between a young mature woman and a mature woman—definitely the type that both those who prefer young married women and those who prefer mature women would find attractive.
But perhaps influenced by her past education and current job (she has a genuine master's degree,
unlike me, a working-class person with no real skills), her performance in bed has always been mediocre.
Even the finest food gets boring after a while, so I still cheated, attracted to a younger girl. I'm a
freelancer, running a music studio. Many young people like to come and record, and Zhang Ting is
one . I met her when she was a junior in college. She's
only 1.55 meters tall, petite and delicate. Her 34B breasts aren't large, but they're well-proportioned to her body. Her
small　 buttocks and short vagina make it easy for me to penetrate her fully. At these moments, she always begs for mercy,
greatly satisfying my desire to conquer. Her slender legs are very straight, what people often call pencil legs. Her
delicate face is small and cute; of course, she herself loves anime. Her hair is just
shoulder-length　 , only half the length of my wife's, dyed a dark yellow, quite pleasing to the eye. Her voice is bright and crisp,
with a slightly childlike quality if you don't pay attention. In short, she's a typical little Lolita—clear voice, soft body, and easy to seduce.

So when I met her, she was already 20 and no longer a virgin. If my elegant and capable wife is like a
pool of gentle (or perhaps lukewarm) spring water, then she's like a ball of fire; her free-spirited personality makes her
incredibly bold during sex.
We've known each other for about half a year, and we've been sleeping together for almost half a year, making
love several times a week—much more frequent than when I'm with my wife. In these past six months, I've deeply experienced the boldness and initiative of girls born in the 90s. Besides normal
intercourse and a variety of positions, there's oral sex, breast play, foot play, facial ejaculation, breast massage, anal sex, and so on—
the variety is endless. She's mentioned outdoor sex several times already; if I weren't worried about running into acquaintances, we would have done it already
.
Last night she brought some mild SM equipment, so it was precisely because I had so much fun with this little vixen in the office
that my performance with my wife this morning was somewhat lacking.
Unlike reminiscing about standard sex with my wife, recalling last night's scene still lingers in my memory. My little
vixen, Zhang Ting, told me yesterday afternoon she had a surprise for me that night. I asked my wife for leave beforehand, turned on
the air conditioning, and waited for her arrival.

Around 9:30, she unlocked the door herself and immediately pounced on me, giving me a passionate kiss. Her lips were thin
and felt wonderful, her tongue was incredibly skillful. After the kiss, the little vixen sat on my lap, mysteriously smiling, "
Dalin , guess what I brought you?"
"I can't guess, you have so many tricks up your sleeve, almost a different one every day," I replied with a wry smile and sincerity.
"Wow, that's so unintentional, all the effort I put into it was for nothing," Zhang Ting pouted, feigning displeasure
. "Boys, don't try to guess what's on a girl's mind. You'll never figure it out," I hummed, trying to coax
her. "Who in this world can understand a clever and witty girl like Zhang Ting?"
"Ha," she chuckled mischievously, opening her bag and pulling out several nice
things I'd seen before, but mostly never used: red feather handcuffs, leg restraints, a vibrating massager, a single long feather, and so on. Even more damning,
the little vixen quickly lifted her knee-length skirt, and as it fell back down,
I saw she was wearing open-crotch stockings and no underwear, revealing a small tuft of black pubic hair.
"Ah!" I said, reaching my hand under her skirt. "Our little slut isn't wearing
panties, and she's even wet! Hmm? Oh, she's got a little vibrator too! So slutty."
"Hmm," she gasped, "That's all for you. Tonight you can do whatever you want, ah!"
I　 ripped off her skirt and t-shirt, blindfolded her, and put on leg restraints, securing her hands and feet.
Thus, she could only helplessly spread her body, naturally revealing her most intimate vulva.

At this moment, she was completely naked except for a pair of revealing, open-crotch lingerie stockings. After I
gently brushed a feather across her neck, ears, breasts, and clitoris, the fluid in her vagina could no longer be contained,
flowing down her reddened labia, filling the entire office with a lewd atmosphere.
"Ring ring ring," the phone rang, pulling me from my pleasant memories. It was an old client
coming to record something. After chatting with him for a few moments, I quickly got back to work, got dressed, and left. My affair with
Zhang Ting was just a spice in my life; I didn't want to divorce my wife, and I still deeply loved her.
Zhang Ting was well aware of this, and we had long ago reached a consensus: to be intimate confidantes in bed, without affecting each other's lives
. Besides satisfying her sexual desires and playfulness with me, the little vixen also tacitly received some material support from me
—a monthly allowance of about a thousand yuan, and gifts on holidays, like her iPhone 5, iPad
, gold jewelry, and so on. So now I have to go to work; separating love and desire, work and play, is my proud
standard.
(To be continued)
A salute to the great original authors in the courtyard! I wrote for three and a half hours and only managed two thousand three hundred words. My butt
is numb, and my eyes are blurry! I truly admire how all the previous authors persevered
!
The outline is complete, twelve parts including the prologue and epilogue. The prologue outlines the personalities of the three main characters,
so there will be less explicit sex scenes. Once the main chapters begin, the proportion of explicit sex scenes will exceed that of this chapter.
(2) Unexpectedly, vulgar words entered my ears, arousing my inner desires.
It was Christmas Eve, and I left work early, as did the hired help. However, my wife's company was holding a large meeting, and she had important work to arrange, so she couldn't leave early. She had explained to me beforehand that companies like hers, located in Guangzhou, the capital of a third-world country, with a large number of foreign trade orders, would be affected by the Christmas season, so they needed to prepare, summarize, and arrange things in advance.
We had originally agreed to meet at a Western restaurant in Baiyun District, but since I left work early, I was bored and decided to wait for her at the company. On the way to the company, I called Zhang Ting, who said she had made plans to have Christmas dinner with friends, so she wouldn't interfere with my intimacy with my wife.
Perhaps my subconscious male chauvinism was at play; in the years since my wife was promoted, I rarely came to the company. Apart from a very few senior executives who still recognized me, most of them didn't recognize me. Of course, the lovely little secretary outside my wife's door still recognized me. So she told me to wait in her office, saying the meeting wouldn't finish for another hour or so.
While browsing the internet in the office, I suddenly felt a stomach ache. I thought to myself, "Looks like the street food stalls I had with my little fairy at lunchtime in the university town weren't very hygienic." I initially planned to use the bathroom in the general manager's suite, but then I wanted a smoke—Wanyin doesn't like the smell—so I decided to use the company's public restroom outside.
The public restroom was a short distance away, and by the time I got there, I was almost bursting. I went straight to the last stall, and only after taking off my pants did I realize the lock on the stall door was broken and wouldn't close properly; it was half-open. Luckily, unless someone deliberately walked in, they wouldn't notice anyone inside. Just as I finished and flushed, I heard footsteps approaching. I thought, "I'll finish these two puffs before I go out; I don't want to run into anyone I know."
"Damn it!" a dissatisfied voice rang out. "Boss, do you think Rong Wanyin doesn't like me? She's using me to criticize people again. There are so many people in the company, she doesn't give me any face at all. Every server room is a little messy, and she gets criticized, and it's even been elevated to the level of professional ethics. Isn't she crazy?! That bitch, I'll definitely fuck her to death when I get the chance, I..."
"Fatty, shut up!" A mature and warm male voice rang out in time to stop Fatty. It was probably the boss Fatty was talking about. "Watch your mouth. This is a company. Be careful, walls have ears. If President Rong finds out, she can kill you at any time."
"It's okay, boss," Fatty replied. "The whole company is in a meeting. We're the only male employees who sneaked out. How could there be anyone else in the men's room unless it's a woman. And every door is open, there's no one there!" As he spoke, Fatty walked inside.
As I listened to his approaching footsteps, I grew anxious. How embarrassing it would be if he saw me! He had just insulted my wife, and with lewd undertones. But for some reason, hearing their disrespectful words towards my wife didn't make me angry; instead, I felt a strange excitement.
A thought struck me, and I quickly tiptoed to the half-open door, praying that the fat man wouldn't actually come in. Perhaps God heard my prayers, for the fat guy stopped several steps away from the door, glanced inside perfunctorily, and then turned back, saying, "Boss, you're being overly cautious. Look, no one's here, just the two of us."
"Phew," the boss calmly exhaled a puff of smoke. "Better safe than sorry. If you hadn't been caught lecherously peeking at Rong Wanyin last time, you wouldn't have had to suffer so many losses at her hands."
"Boss, you know me. I've always liked this type—a sophisticated, mature woman with a great figure. Even if you offered me a naive young girl, I might not want her! Look at our CEO Rong's breasts, tsk tsk, top-notch! Big but not exaggerated, big and firm, a 38C to a D." "Between? Plus, that big ass sways when she walks
, and I just can't help myself. You think this woman must be really horny at heart? Her ass must have been fucked by countless men, yet she always acts so proper in front of us. So I'm really curious to know what she's like when she's being fucked by a man." "
This fatso is called 'Xiao Yi'? You have good taste," I thought about it carefully. My wife, Rong Wanyin, complained to me a few times recently, saying her C-cup was a bit small, but her D-cup was a bit big, and wondered if she'd gained weight. I comforted her, saying it was just right; she looks better with less weight. Of course, it wasn't all flattery; it's true, my wife has a great figure.
As for being secretly horny, maybe she is, but it's hard to develop. She comes from a scholarly family; both her parents were teachers, and she has strong self-control. And I know her big ass is natural; she already had a big ass when I took her virginity ten years ago." Because of her big butt, her vagina is long. My 16cm penis is considered medium to long for an Asian man, but I rarely penetrate her, except for a few positions where I use a pillow. So she's often not very satisfied in the missionary position. Over the years, she's only had one orgasm. All the other orgasms have been in the woman-on-top position. I've teased her a lot for being too controlling because of this!
"If there were such an opportunity," the boss's voice sounded again, "how would you plan to play with this bitch?"
The fat man answered eagerly, "That goes without saying, I'd definitely fuck her to my heart's content first, until she's moaning and begging for mercy. I really want to see what our famous young leader of Guangzhou, the ice goddess of the business world, is like."
Hey, I have that idea, but it's hard to pull off. I've had the same thought for ten years without success. A few times I even made sure to rest and take Viagra and other aphrodisiacs to prolong the experience, but my wife's constitution is naturally strong, and with her powerful willpower, the scenario I fantasize about has never happened. The longest I've ever been with her was an hour and forty-nine minutes; I was almost exhausted and felt dizzy for the next few days, but she didn't react much. She's really resilient. Of course, it might also be because I'm gentle with her and my movements are relatively gentle, not too rough.
The fat man, Xiao Yi, took a breath and continued, "Boss, you know I'm fat, but because I exercise regularly, my stamina is always good. And my penis is famously big and thick, with great stamina. They all call me 'Ivy'! I don't believe I can't fuck her until she's dizzy."
Hearing him say this, I couldn't help but feel a little worried. Judging from his voice, he was probably in his early twenties, the golden age of male libido, which was clearly different from me, who was over thirty and starting to decline. Plus, if his penis was really as exceptional as he boasted, it wasn't impossible for him to fuck my wife until she was dizzy. Thinking of this, my worries actually lessened, and a sense of anticipation welled up inside me. Maybe it was because I had never seen my wife's uncontrolled, wanton side in the past ten years. In addition, in recent years, my wife's strong, independent personality had become increasingly apparent, and she basically made the decisions about everything at home. So, I was also looking forward to seeing my wife's lewd side.
The fat man continued his excited fantasies: "Then I want our CEO Rong to give me a footjob. Didn't you see her model-like long legs? She's absolutely gorgeous in stockings. I want her to dance for me in different stockings—black stockings, flesh-colored stockings, red stockings, leopard print, fishnet stockings, I want it all. And she won't be wearing any clothes while dancing, just stockings. After the dance, I want her to lie down obediently, open her pink little asshole, and let me play with her anus, hehe!"
I was both excited and speechless. My wife had only tried anal sex once in all these years, and it was unsuccessful. She only managed to get the head in before she was firmly stopped. Not to mention anal sex, she'd only done oral sex a few times. My wife is a bit of a germaphobe, not too bad, not too bad. How to put it?
She's not a big germaphobe in general things, but she's particularly sensitive to the smell of male glans penis and things like feces and urine. So, all things considered, I'd say it's a moderate level of germaphobia. The first time I tried to give her oral sex, I begged her for ages, but she wouldn't have it. The next few times I had to coax her repeatedly. Until about the sixth or seventh time, I couldn't resist and gave her oral sex on her sexy red lips. She immediately got up, vomited, and rinsed her mouth. After that, she absolutely refused to give me oral sex again. For the next nine years, this never happened in our sex life, until recently, when Zhang Ting started satisfying me with her cherry-like lips.
The fat man proudly went on to describe several other ways to play, which made my heart start to stir. This kind of scene had been my long-cherished wish for many years. "Finally, I'll make her our sex slave, fuck her wherever we want, whenever we want. I'll also make her give me a good fucking in my server room. Didn't she complain about how dirty and messy my server room was, and how badly I managed it? I'll fuck her to my heart's content in that filthy place, then make her fall into depravity, turn her into a whore who's available to everyone..."
Hearing this, imagining Wan Yin being played with by everyone in that dark, dirty server room, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Then I started to feel sorry for the fat guy who was down on his luck at work, and realized he wasn't so bad after all. He was just a weakling in life, a pathetic wretch. Considering the unprecedented stimulation he gave me, I didn't care about his vulgar language. These scenarios only exist in fantasy. With my wife Wan Yin's control, I would never believe that such a scene would actually happen.
The fat man quickly realized this as well, and his mood plummeted. "Sigh, I can only dream about it. I know it's impossible. It's more practical to steal a pair of her stockings or panties to masturbate with sometime." "
Don't rush," the boss's steady, deep voice appeared again. "Opportunities will always come. If there aren't any, we can create them. But you need to change your training ideas. You're a dreamer, at most relying on your good physique, technique, and stamina. But people are different. You're talking about this slut Rong, wanting her to be a sex slave or anything like that. That's just wishful thinking from someone with no practical experience. You're probably just addicted to the internet, aren't you? Watching 'Springtime in the Courtyard' all day? Things aren't that easy in reality, especially since this woman is a shrewd person with social experience."
"That's right, that's right," the fat guy, who had been criticized, chuckled and scratched his head. "If we're talking about experts at training women, then you're the boss. You dragged me into this business when I was 18—no, you brought me in, hahaha. That Xiao Li was something else. Such a rebellious girl, and you tamed her completely. Those years were so awesome! If she hadn't moved to Hong Kong last year, we would still be having a lot more fun. But it's been almost two years since I've had any high-quality girls. Boss, you never speak without reason. You have a plan for our CEO Rong this time? Give me a hint! The brothers are itching for it. Such a sexy, high-quality beauty, I'd die happy if I got to sleep with her!"
"I do have a plan," the boss's affirmative answer made my heart tighten. "But don't worry about it too much. Don't let anyone know a word of it. Otherwise, you know, if things are exposed too early, that woman will kill us all!"
"I know, I know," the fat guy hurriedly and sincerely replied. "I know what's important."
"Hmm, and another thing is that your training strategy is flawed," the boss said with satisfaction, looking at the fat man's statement. "After we succeed, we'll divide the training of this slut into two stages. The first stage is to keep her fully conscious but force her to do things she hates. Everything she hates, she'll have to do. I heard she's conservative in sex, so we'll try a variety of positions to satisfy her. I really want to see what kind of helpless expression will appear on her usually calm face. Humph, I've never suffered such a loss with a woman in my life!"
Oh? So there's an old grudge? I haven't heard my wife mention it. It seems I haven't paid enough attention to her lately, or maybe she doesn't think it's a big deal. But I agree with this training strategy. Just thinking about making my wife do some ice and fire nine heavens, oral sex, breast sex, foot sex, or even a threesome gets me excited. But then I thought about it again, and it's a little strange: how does he know Wan Yin is conservative in sex? But I was too excited at the time to think about it.
"The second stage is also to make her unable to resist," the boss continued firmly in his training declaration. "But we can't let her be with just anyone. Such a high-quality woman is rare; how could we easily share her with others? I'll make her utterly infatuated with me, completely devoted to me—and I mean just me, okay? I'll make myself the most important person in her heart, even ignoring her husband. Then, we'll have everything we want! Boss Lan trusts her so much; she'll have power and money, and the company will be ours to do whatever we want!"
"I heard she's not that rich?" the fat man couldn't help but ask. "I heard her husband's income is just average. She's from out of town, and Guangzhou's housing prices are expensive. Could she be embezzling? Has she financial problems? Did you find out? So you have something on her?! Great, great..." the fat man became more and more excited as he spoke.
"Shut up!" the eldest brother snapped, "Don't be so idiotic! First of all, does she even have money? Look at what car she drove when she came here five years ago. She and her husband drove a QQ. Last year, she bought a Tiguan, and her husband bought a Highlander. Before, they rented an apartment, but at the beginning of this year, they both bought a house—a nearly 300-square-meter duplex. Where would these things come from if they didn't have money?"
I was secretly shocked. This guy knew our family situation very well; it seemed he'd been keeping an eye on Wan Yin for a long time. But we didn't have much savings right now; these things were all on loans. My wife was cautious about finances and hadn't done anything wrong, so I wasn't too worried about that.
The boss continued his analysis, "Her salary isn't too high, but don't forget she gets a year-end bonus. And with her position, she's constantly in contact with big businesses and government officials; she always has insider information. She can reliably make a fortune without the hassle and high risk of embezzlement."
"Wow!" I gasped. He sounded so convincing; I wondered if he really knew something. We'd received stock tips from a business acquaintance at the end of last year, made around 200,000 yuan, and finally decided to buy that nice house, using the money for the down payment and renovations.
"Alright, we've been out for almost ten minutes. Let's hurry back, lest our boss Rong yells at us again." The two left, leaving me alone to ponder. That was quite exciting! I almost got caught, and I overheard my wife's two subordinates' ambitions towards her, including insults. Yet, I didn't feel any resentment towards them; I felt mostly excitement.
However, the boss's words made me sense the impending crisis. I was quite satisfied with the first part of his "training" approach; I couldn't be happier. However, the latter half wasn't just about physical intimacy; it was about emotional connection, not just financial gain, but also physical intimacy. Even more crucially, it aimed to marginalize me, her husband—that wouldn't do. I sat on the toilet for a long time, contemplating, and finally decided to closely monitor the progress, maintain control, and take over when the training reached the middle stage. I wouldn't allow anything detrimental to my wife and me. The specific methods would have to be implemented step by step, adapting to the situation.
This contemplation lasted quite a while. I checked my phone; it was almost 6 o'clock. The meeting had probably ended. I headed towards Wan Yin's office. Before I even reached the door, a familiar male voice came from the open door. What a coincidence? It was the boss. But this time, his voice lacked the previous ease and smugness; it was only respectful, even obsequious. This guy was too shrewd, too good at pretending. Simply put, deep-seated cunning and a strong performer?
I decided not to go in. After sending a text message, I waited for my wife in the parking lot. As soon as my wife got in the car, I asked her, "Wasn't the meeting over a while ago? Why did you take so long to get off after everyone else had left?"
"Oh, the head of the operations department wanted to talk to me, so I stayed a little longer," my wife replied.
"Which guy dared to interrupt my and our darling's Christmas dinner?" I continued to probe subtly.
"Hehe, it was that Long Yuzhong. I caught him violating regulations last time, and now he's behaving like a grandson in front of me. He's quite capable, but he has a lot of minor problems," my wife said dismissively.
"Does he have a colleague he's really close to at work? Someone named Xiao Yi, I think he's in charge of the server room maintenance or something?"
"Yeah, how did you know? Oh~, you must have seen that fat and thin duo? It's funny, the one named Xia Yi is Long Yuzhong's lackey, he's been following him since childhood, even getting him into the company was thanks to him. He's fat and strong, while the older brother is skinny and short, only 1.68 meters tall, standing together he looks much shorter than me (Note: wearing heels). But neither of them are good people, the fat guy is the most lecherous, he's always staring at me intently, don't think I don't notice just because I'm behind him. Looking at his exaggeratedly lecherous look, I really want to gouge his eyes out. Hey? Why are you asking about these two out of the blue? Do you know them?" "
No," I smiled naturally, "I just discovered another fan of our beautiful wife, tsk!
Having a wife that's too beautiful is a problem, there are rivals everywhere!"
"That's right, your wife is so popular! But don't worry, you know I love you the most, and I only love you. Here's a kiss for you. Don't look at me, focus on driving!"
After slowly enjoying a sophisticated meal with my wife, I, emboldened by the alcohol, hurriedly dragged her home. I had been tantalized by some unusual stimulation in the afternoon, and I was eager to release it in the evening. Once home, I immediately took off my clothes and showered, urging my wife to hurry, which puzzled her.
After I finished showering, my wife hadn't. Being alone outside felt like an eternity. On one hand, I was replaying the lewd words my wife's subordinate had uttered in the men's restroom that afternoon; on the other hand, I couldn't help but imagine my wife being attacked and disciplined by a fat man and a
thin man, which excited me immensely. After a while, I finally couldn't resist. I pushed open the bathroom door and found my wife had finished showering and was drying her hair. I pressed myself against her from behind, gently licking and nibbling her earlobes and collarbone area—her sensitive spots. "Alright, stop fooling around, we're not done washing yet," my wife said sweetly.
"It's alright," I replied vaguely, while my hands were busy too. My right hand rubbed her lower abdomen and pubic hair area, while my left hand climbed up her high, full breasts, gently pinching her nipples. Over the years, I've known my wife's erogenous zones very well, and I knew she was susceptible to this. Soon, Wan Yin's breathing became rapid. My left hand circled and caressed her upper body, while my right hand followed suit, covering her hairy pubic area with my entire palm, gently rubbing so that her clitoris and labia could feel the heat of my hand.
Seeing my unusually eager behavior in recent years, Wan Yin knew exactly what was going to happen next. Under my vigorous teasing, she began to feel slightly aroused, and her vagina started to moisten. So I murmured softly, "Mmm~~, okay, ah! Let's go to bed... mmm, let's go to bed, husband."
"No," I mumbled but firmly refused, my mouth still on Wan Yin's left nipple. My right hand fingers began to twitch rhythmically, lightly touching her clitoris and tracing her labia. Her moans came and went, as always. For some reason, she rarely let out any moving moans; all her lewd cries seemed unsatisfying, as if they were suppressed. However, the flow of vaginal fluid from her opening told me she was ready.
So I had her place her hands on the edge of the bathtub and stick her buttocks out towards me. My 1.76-meter height and her 1.68-meter height
seemed particularly well-matched in this standing doggy style, allowing me to comfortably perform piston-like movements. I aimed my already hard penis at her vaginal opening and slowly pushed in. "Mmm," Wan Yin hummed sweetly through her nose. After adjusting for a moment, I began to accelerate with practiced ease.
"Husband... oh... um, let's... go to bed, okay? Please... please..." Wan Yin was still reluctant to try unconventional positions, so I replied, "Okay, let's go like this." Without further ado, I began thrusting in and out of her, slowly moving towards the edge of the bed. I held her hips with both hands, preventing her from moving too fast and lest my penis slip out of her vagina. Over the years, I haven't been very satisfied with her performance in bed, but I am very satisfied with the smoothness and tightness of her vagina. Whether it was during our wild years when we made love almost every day, or during these years when we only had one or two times a month, her vagina has always been very elastic, tightly wrapping around my glans and the entire penis.
I don't know if the new position made her feel more stimulated, but after we got to the bed, she became even more aroused, actively wrapping around me like an octopus, her waist and buttocks also began to actively move up and down in rhythm with my thrusts. I felt better than ever before, because my mind was filled with the scenes I'd described that afternoon. This feeling was incredibly stimulating, and after a few hundred thrusts, I couldn't help but ejaculate.
I slowly withdrew from her, saying with a hint of guilt, "Honey, I'm sorry, today was too exciting, I couldn't hold back, and you haven't come yet."
Wan Yin, panting softly, comforted me, "It's okay, I felt great too. You know women don't always have orgasms during sex, and it can be very comfortable and enjoyable even without one. Besides, I've had so many orgasms, and it's all the same. What kind of drug did you take today? You seemed so excited, you almost killed me."
"Hehe," I chuckled smugly, "Nothing, just missed you." Looking at Wan Yin's reddened, engorged vulva, slowly releasing the white semen, I felt another surge of desire, and my penis involuntarily hardened again. As I considered whether to go again, Wan Yin seemed to read my mind and quickly said, "I'm tired today. This time was good enough. I can't move anymore. If you want to go again, you can do it yourself. I don't want to move."
I checked my physical condition and felt indeed quite tired. After all, I'm thirty-four or thirty-five years old, not like when I was in my teens or twenties. So, I took another shower with my wife and then fell into a deep sleep.
(To be continued)
Once again, I pay tribute to all the original writers besides myself. Today, from 10 am to 4 pm, except for
eating, drinking, and going to the toilet, I was writing this stuff. Six hours and I only managed a little over seven thousand words. Am I writing too slowly? Or are those original writers just too amazing? I extend my highest respect to them!!!
According to the final plan from 3 AM to 4 AM last night, I won't be able to finish twelve chapters; it will take at least 18, probably exceeding 100,000 words. However, I can't handle that intensity. I haven't done anything productive today; I need to find time. There will be a busy period at the end of the year, so chapters of 7,000-8,000 words each will take about a week to complete. Finally, as I said before, this is my first post, and I take it very seriously. I won't abandon it, so don't worry, thank you!
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