A wife who can give oral sex - A very heartwarming erotic story

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(I)

The first time I performed oral sex on my girlfriend was a few days before our wedding.

That day, we spent the night in a male friend's dormitory.
There were two beds in the room; my friend slept in one, and my girlfriend and I slept in the other.

Later, as dawn approached, I wanted to have sex with my girlfriend, but she was afraid the guy would hear, so she refused.

I had to hold her head down and force her to give me oral sex. She was also afraid that the noise of her resistance would be heard by another man
, so she had no choice but to open her mouth.

In the end, I ejaculated, and she had nowhere to vomit, so she had to swallow it.

Afterward, she went outside and performed oral sex for more than ten minutes.

From then on, I started having her perform oral sex on me.
After we got married, she performed oral sex on me a few more times.

During her pregnancy, the doctor said that we couldn't have sex too often.

Back then, my sexual prowess was very high, so I had to let her perform oral sex on me.

She didn't resist much, on the condition that I had to shower beforehand.

Sometimes she would swallow my semen, and sometimes she would spit it down the toilet.
"Hey, are you guys playing ball?" a few men would ask loudly, each one tossing me a racket in a flattering manner.

Occasionally, she would tease me, pouting and asking me to kiss her, wanting me to taste
the semen , but I couldn't stand the smell. Thinking back on that sticky feeling, it must have been very unpleasant
. Thinking about it now, my wife who ate my semen was truly great and adorable.

Now, my wife is menstruating and can't have sex with me, so I have to trouble her to perform oral sex on me more often.

Every time, I make sure to shower, and she makes sure to rinse her mouth.

Seeing her suck on my penis and even get sprayed with semen, I was

incredibly moved.

Once, I jokingly asked her if her colleagues knew her mouth had once been used for oral sex.

She was incredibly embarrassed and said that oral sex was exhausting because her mouth had to be constantly open in an "O" shape
…

One day, after drinking two bottles of beer, my wife said my glans smelled of alcohol while giving me oral sex.

Was she joking or telling the truth?

Some people say that having a wife with excellent oral skills is a great blessing in my life. Actually, my wife's oral skills
aren't exactly excellent; she just doesn't mind doing it for me often.
Because I feel guilty towards her, I don't dare ask her to do anything too difficult.

When my wife gives me oral sex, I usually have her undress, and I massage her genitals with my toes, gently rubbing
her labia.

My wife's eyes rolled back as I thrust into her, and she couldn't breathe. I stroked her sweet face and did four blows in one go .
This would make her more willing to give me oral sex.

And she would involuntarily twist her buttocks, which was extremely stimulating and a pleasure for both of us.

This is also my honest experience, which I am selflessly sharing with everyone.

After many friends found out, they envied me for being so lucky to have such a good wife. They thought that she was already
admirable for being willing to do this, and that I was truly blessed to have such a virtuous wife!

I don't know if everyone is telling the truth.

Summer is here, and the blankets are getting thinner and thinner. The sucking sounds my wife makes when she gives me oral sex under the blankets are getting louder and louder .

(II)

When we first got married, my wife and I lived in her dormitory.

A small room of 15 square meters housed three young couples.

After 11 p.m., every bed became lively.

She was always very shy. She was afraid that others would hear the sounds we made when we made love.

Because the couple had a slightly lower level of education, both being vocational school graduates, they had fewer concerns and often made quite a lot
of noise. The creaking of the bed goes without saying, and to be honest, even their soft breathing and
the friction during intercourse were quite noticeable. At its most intense, he even made our bed shake a little.

Usually at this time, my wife would bury her flushed face in my chest.

We would kiss lightly… My wife would hold my penis in her hand, and I would stroke her round, perky buttocks.

My wife's buttocks are quite eye-catching among women, especially when she wears white jeans
, they are even more sexy.

But my penis was rock hard, and I absolutely had to find a vagina to penetrate.

At this point, my wife would willingly crawl under the covers and take my glans into her alluring mouth,
sucking hard.

I enjoyed the sound of her tongue while listening to the sounds of intercourse coming from across the bed, which was quite a
pleasure .

Sometimes, I would also insert my big toe into my wife's narrow vagina and gently thrust in and out.

For some reason, although my wife wasn't a virgin when she married me, her vagina
has ...

At this point, my wife would twist her hips even more vigorously, sucking on me, and even playfully taking my testicles into
her mouth.

Finally, I ejaculated into her mouth. Afraid of making a sound, she could only swallow my semen under the covers
…

The first time she ate my semen, she almost vomited, but after that, she didn't mind swallowing it.

When she came out of bed, she was covered in sweat, her lower body was often wet from my toes, and
her mouth tasted of semen.

The couple having sex in the neighboring bed could never imagine that our lovemaking was no less

exciting　 .

(III)

Difficult to Conceal.

The sounds from the next bed were even clearer, often arousing our lust. Twice, we were really saying,
"No way, I didn't see your underwear next to them." I tried my best to reassure her.
Unable to hold back, we also made love in bed.
Three couples simultaneously engaging in sexual activity within the small dormitory was quite a spectacle.

The wife couldn't resist, feeling the small dormitory had become a brothel, making everyone feel...

and during her orgasms, she always struggled to suppress soft screams.

I suspected she had already become the object of the other two men's voyeuristic fantasies.

Of the three women, she was the most beautiful, had the best figure, and was a legitimate university undergraduate. The two
husbands, during casual conversations, always liked to stare at her pretty face, breasts, and buttocks.

Because the wife was particularly sensitive to heat, she preferred to wear very thin skirts in the summer, and even the usually meticulous wife would bend over...
When she's cooking or joking around, she often inadvertently reveals a deep cleavage and the curves of her
buttocks , much to the delight of the two men in her dorm room.

At night, when they're having sex with their wives, they deliberately make a lot of noise, seemingly wanting my wife to hear
, to show her their virility and strength.

Wow! "

Because my foreskin is a bit long, my glans is particularly sensitive and can't withstand the stimulation of my wife's delicate vagina, often resulting in premature ejaculation

.

In terms of endurance, compared to those two men, I definitely have to admit defeat.

Besides, I suspect they had already discovered my wife's secret of giving me oral sex.

They often complimented my wife's mouth with malicious intent, and liked to buy bananas, peel them,
and give them her to eat. They said the way my wife ate bananas was cute, elegant, and pleasing to the eye.

At first, my wife was quite pleased, thinking they were genuinely flattering her, but later, after I pointed it out, she realized that what the men meant when they said..."
What does it mean when a woman

From then on, her face would turn bright red whenever she saw a banana, and she dared not
bite into one in front of many people.

To enjoy sex with my wife, I went to great lengths.

After some investigation, I discovered that the gym upstairs in our dormitory was a good place.

There were two ping-pong tables there, and the three of us couples and the single guys often went up to play.
At night, no one was there, but the door was never closed.

At night, while the two couples in my room were making love, we would quietly sneak upstairs.

"I'm masturbating in my pants," I said nervously.
I had my wife lift her skirt, lie on her back on the ping-pong table, spread her legs, revealing her alluring vulva…

Although I dared not turn on the light and couldn't see her narrow opening clearly, I could still accurately locate her private parts.
Sometimes , when I thrust haphazardly, my wife would personally guide my penis, leading me into her paradise.
I could finally hold my wife's snow-white, plump buttocks and make love to my heart's content, and my wife could let out not-so
-suppressed moans…

Afterwards, my meticulous wife would always use her skirt to wipe away the filth left on the ping-pong table.
Occasionally, I would also play the "69" position with my wife on the ping-pong table, having her suck my
penis , while I sucked her thin labia into my mouth and inserted my tongue into her vulva…

Finally, I sucked a mouthful of my wife's spring water, and she was also covered in my saliva. Once, while my wife was giving me
oral sex, I mischievously tried to insert a clean ping-pong ball into her vagina.

I tried to push it in forcefully, but my wife got impatient, spat out my penis, and said, "If you keep messing around, I won't let
you suck it anymore."

I said aggrievedly, "A ping-pong ball is just like a man's glans. I just wanted to see if a bigger
glans would make you enjoy it more."
"I don't want any big glans, I just want you!" my wife said, playfully kissing my
glans suddenly pressed herself against me, rapidly twisting her plump, white buttocks…

We both reached an unprecedented climax simultaneously.

Every time we played ping-pong, a bunch of men would crowd around us, supposedly to watch the game, but really more to admire her breasts .
The next day, when we came in to play with another large group of men, my wife and I exchanged knowing
smiles.

No man could have imagined the passionate encounter that night on that ping-pong table, and no one could have guessed that
the ball they were hitting had once touched my wife's vagina, perhaps even bearing a trace of her
vaginal fluid …

But the men still enjoyed playing with my wife; even watching her play was a pleasure for them.

While playing, her high, firm breasts swayed back and forth, and her round, pert buttocks twisted and turned. She said,

"What are you afraid of? This is just my guess, it's not like anyone can actually do you." These past few days, no one has been around...
The ping-pong table in the gym has become my wife and my playground for romance.

Unexpectedly, work still caused some trouble.

One time, my wife was recognized as an outstanding employee at work and received a bonus. That night, we
made love on the ping-pong table to celebrate.

Halfway through, I wanted to try something different, so I pulled my already wet penis from her vagina and brought it to her
mouth.

My wife understood and opened her alluring red lips, rubbing my penis back and forth between her lips, her tongue... Her head was licking back and forth on my
glans.

Finally, she took my swollen glans into her mouth and sucked on it with a "smack, smack" sound, like a
greedy little girl sucking on an ice pop.

I used my hands to pull apart her thin labia, and licked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, enjoying it immensely
. The deep, rich secrets of her flower gushed forth like a spring. My

wife curled up in a ball, itching all over, and sucked even more enthusiastically.

My lower body was painfully swollen, and at this moment, attacked by her little mouth, it immediately became thick and hard.
I threw my pants on the ground and then put her legs on my shoulders.

In this way, my wife's vagina was close to my mouth, and her narrow vulva was stretched wide open.

"Hehe, no one would have thought that my dignified and lovely wife, the model female worker in her workplace, would be
lying on the ping-pong table like this for me to play with, right?" My tongue slipped inside,
moving like a little snake within my wife's jade cave.

"It's all your fault. If people found out, I'd be too ashamed to show my face." My wife said coquettishly, exhausted. The
tingling and itching sensation from her vagina made her whole body feel like it was on fire. Her right hand involuntarily lifted her short skirt and reached out
to caress her vagina, inserting two fingers inside and stirring them.

She was a little embarrassed at first, but she got used to it and became natural, no longer shy about the men's admiring gaze.
"You not only have to be a model worker, but you also have to be second to none in lovemaking. That's what you call well-rounded development
." "I joked with her.

After a while, a trickle of fluid seeped from my penis. My wife, overjoyed, sucked on it even more vigorously,
her mouth wide open, beads of sweat sliding down her flushed face, while her left hand was inside her vagina... The

intense stimulation made me groan involuntarily, pleasure coursing through my entire body. The pubic hair that had been
moving made her feel a tingling, itchy sensation.

A feeling of spring's exhilaration.

The tightness of her mouth also made me want to ejaculate."

"Honey, you have to hold on." My wife reluctantly spat out my penis, the saliva on her tongue
mixing with the saliva on my penis, forming a long, sticky line.

My blood boiled, my bones ached, and I desperately thrust into her throat.

Fifty thrusts.

My wife seemed to choke, moaning, her pink lips swollen red.

I quickly pulled out of her mouth.

My wife gasped for breath, coughing incessantly.

I then had her hold onto the ping-pong table, her round buttocks raised high.

I guided my thick penis with my hand, aiming it at her already slightly open vagina and thrusting inside.

My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, making my thrusts slightly difficult, feeling as if my penis was being
sucked by her vagina.

“Tell me, what does this position look like, you advanced female worker?” I thrust in and out, the head of my penis scraping against
my wife’s sensitive vaginal walls.

“Like a bitch,” my wife replied irritably, her cheeks flushed, panting softly, as she forcefully raised her snow-white
buttocks.
Gradually, the sounds of “splashing” and
“slapping” as my body slammed against her buttocks came from her lower body.

I tried my best to insert my penis as far as possible into her body, guiding her towards a carnal climax with me.

I don’t know where the strength came from, but I kept thrusting and pumping, constantly feeling the pleasure
brought .

My wife's vaginal fluids were almost completely drained when I forcefully ejaculated my scalding semen into her body

. Each ejaculation sent her body trembling violently. "My dear female model worker, how does

my reward tonight compare to the certificate and bonus your boss gives you ?" I asked smugly. 　　"Pah, I don't care about you," my wife spat at me, glanced at her wristwatch, and hurriedly said , "It's almost midnight, let's go back to the dormitory and rest. I played for more than half an hour today, more than usual ." 　　"That's right." I quickly took her hand and went downstairs. 　　That night, we slept soundly, naked in each other's arms. 　　But when my wife woke up the next morning, she suddenly discovered something! Her breasts. 　　She was still a bit dazed from my bravery last night, and in her haste, she came downstairs with me naked. Her floral panties were still lying on the floor above the ping-pong table. 　　My wife blushed slightly before sheepishly saying, "I lost my panties last time, you know . " 　　She quickly put on a dress and rushed upstairs with me. 　　A few men who were doing their morning exercise were playing ping-pong. When they saw her, a bulge appeared in their crotch, and they chuckled, saying, 　　"No! No!" "She glanced nervously at the ground, and the floral panties were gone! 　　She tried to push me away, but she was too weak to even lift her hand. She could only muster her strength and try her best to gently tease her vulva. 　　Good heavens! She was so shocked that her face turned pale, and I was at a loss as well. (V) 　　They usually love to play ball with my wife. 　　My wife is light and graceful, and her ball skills are not bad. But what is most attractive is her expression and posture . 　　My wife always likes to wear a sleeveless tank top when she plays ball. If they are lucky, when my wife bends over to pick up the ball, they can also take the opportunity to admire her breasts. 　　"No, you guys play, I don't want to play." My wife shook her head. 　　"If you don't play ball, then what are you doing here so early?" one of the men asked. 　　"Nothing... nothing, just came up to take a look." "I just finished eating, and I have nothing to do..." My wife blushed all the way to her neck and mouth, so I sucked her soft labia into my mouth and gently chewed them , then pretended to watch the game for a while, before swaying my hips and going downstairs. 　　Several men stared intently at her back view, unable to focus on their game. 　　"It's all your fault, you made me lose my panties," she said to me aggrievedly at the bottom of the stairs. 　　"Yeah, where could they be?" I asked, puzzled. 　　"Could those men playing ball have picked them up?" "My wife was extremely worried. 　　'Why would the person who found it keep my underwear next to them...' she said anxiously, twisting the hem of her skirt. 'I'm so embarrassed now! My underwear was under the pool table; whoever found it will definitely guess what we were doing at the table !' 　　'Don't worry, even if they found it, it's not a big deal. Who would know it was your underwear? There are other women upstairs, you're not the only one,' I tried to reassure her. 　　'What do you know!'" "Now everyone wears plain-colored underwear, and I'm the only woman upstairs wearing floral underwear. Everyone else is doing it for you..." My wife felt even more aggrieved. Soon after going inside, with a few quick thrusts and a couple of quick withdrawals, she was completely exhausted in less than five minutes. A beautiful woman, a woman who makes me happy. 　　Indeed, I've always liked my wife wearing floral underwear. I've also noticed that when women hang clothes to dry, they only cut their hair short. "Is that right?" Her eyes were a little irritated, and some people even joked with her, "Lady, summer's here, is there anyone whose wife is the only one wearing floral underwear?" 　　"I hope so!" My wife sighed helplessly, changed into her work clothes, and hurried off to work. 　　For several days, she seemed lost in thought, anxious and uneasy about losing her underwear. Even when I tried to take her upstairs to make love, she refused. 　　But everything was peaceful; no one bothered her, no one joked about the underwear, and no one threatened her. 　　Finally, my wife relaxed. Come on, she realized her underwear had indeed been taken by someone unaware of the theft. Thank goodness, she agreed to come upstairs with me again. 　　The moonlight was lovely that night, and the small dormitory was stirring with activity again. Because we were both a little unspoken, our actions became increasingly unrestrained. My wife and I heard the shaking of the bed, that familiar sound tiptoed out of bed. 　　"It's so late, are you still going out?" The man on the next bed stopped when he heard us . 　　"Yes, yes, we're going outside to get some fresh air and admire the moon," my wife stuck out her tongue at me.

"You college students are so romantic!" a man on the other bed grumbled. He
was panting slightly as he spoke, and you could imagine he was still inside his wife.

"We'll go out for a bit, you two continue," I said, half-jokingly, half-seriously, taking my wife's hand as
we left.

This time, however, my wife had been thoughtful. Before getting out of bed, she had deliberately taken off her bra and panties, leaving her only in
her dress . This way, she was completely naked under her dress, and once we got upstairs, all I had to do was lift her skirt
to have sex with her. I couldn't help but admire her talent; my wife was quite gifted in lovemaking.
"Good morning, want to play a few rounds?"

Once upstairs, I eagerly pushed my wife down onto the ping-pong table and lifted her skirt. Moonlight streamed in through the window
like water , allowing me a clear view of my wife's beautiful body. Her thighs

were long and snow-white, and although her groin was dark, her pubic hair was sparse.
When I couldn't resist climbing on top of her, she stubbornly refused to let me penetrate her.

For a while, I had longed for my wife to have a thick, full patch of pubic hair, and I had even researched it extensively
. It said that shaving a woman's pubic hair and then rubbing it with ginger slices could promote growth.

That noon, when the dormitory was empty, I decided to try it. Unexpectedly, my wife resisted my shaving
, saying she would be too ashamed to face anyone if they found out.

I said, "You're not going to publicly display your vulva, how will people know you've shaved your pubic hair?"

My wife said, "Of course men won't notice, but what about women? I always shower in public bathrooms, how could
they not notice I don't have any hair down there? What am I supposed to say if they ask?"

I said, "Why don't you choose a time when you don't know anyone to shower? If you're face-to-face with someone, you can use
a towel to cover your genitals! Who would lift your towel to see your vulva?"
After much gentle persuasion, my wife finally agreed to shave. The process of shaving my wife's pubic hair was also very
exciting . When the little scissors "snip, snip" cut my wife's curly pubic hair, her shy appearance was
indescribably adorable. Finally, I used the razor to shave her mons pubis three more times, until her lower pubic area was completely clean. My
wife's sucking became even more intense, a trickle of fluid from the corner of her mouth, highlighting her beautiful face and making her look even more shave-free. 　　I was captivated by my wife's hairless vulva, so different from her usual appearance, and suddenly my lust surged. I pounced on her, kissing her vulva, which resembled a baby's mouth, and thrusting my tongue into her narrow vagina. 　　Because her vulva was hairless, it was particularly easy for me to gnaw on it; I didn't have to worry about squeezing her pubic hair between her smooth labia as before , and I continued to tease her small clitoris with vigorous, rhythmic thrusting. 　　She couldn't take it anymore; her hips writhed, her legs contracting and expanding repeatedly, whimpering softly. Her tongue actively opened its mouth and took my penis in, then licked along the lower edge of my erect shaft. Her tender tongue circled around the head of my penis. 　　Usually, we'd be working on others from behind, and by the time we finished, they were still going at it. My 　　wife stared at my penis, her beautiful eyelashes occasionally fluttering as she glanced at me, sometimes letting her delicate tongue lick my penis. 　　Because it was so stimulating, I only thrust in and out of her mouth about thirty times before my body trembled, and streams of semen shot into her throat like bullets . Before my wife could react, it was all gone from her throat. My semen was still spraying out, 　　"Hehe! My dear wife, your teeth are so powerful, I wouldn't dare to presume without your permission." 　　"Ugh, you're disgusting, you've got my mouth all messed up!" My wife, her mouth full of semen, made a spitting motion. She gently massaged her breasts, then, from the edge of her breasts, squeezed out a deep cleavage. 　　I was also sweating profusely, my face beaming with a happy and satisfied smile, and I said in a coquettish tone, "Wife, eat this! People say a man's semen is a woman's best beautician! As long as a woman eats this regularly, she'll never force dirty things into someone's mouth—it's awful. I'm such a fool to have married you." My wife pouted intentionally. 　　Some people even said my wife was truly amazing, and they wanted a wife like that too, saying that with such a wife, what more could a husband ask for? She kept making coquettish noises, it was truly heart-fluttering… " 　　My penis swelled up even more, and the veins on the glans were bulging. A sour and numb sensation spread to every pore. My 　　wife could only swallow all the semen with a 'glug glug' sound. (IV) The throbbing fingers were covered in her own vaginal fluid. 　　Afterwards, my wife looked down and saw that her lower body was a mess of slippery peaches lowered her eyes and said, 'I'm so embarrassed.' She then told me, 'Don't leave my pubic hair lying around. Wrap it in paper and throw it in the trash can, so that someone doesn't find it and make a big joke of it. '" " 　　I verbally agreed, but secretly wrapped her pubic hair in paper and, instead of throwing it away, hid it in a small suitcase under the bed. 　　The next day, my wife seemed a little uneasy at work. Whenever someone glanced at her genitals, she would instinctively clench her legs, as if afraid they would discover her secret of having no pubic hair. Fortunately, everything went smoothly; no one noticed that this beautiful and responsible woman had had her pubic hair shaved off by her husband before coming to work. 　　Once my wife's pubic hair had fully grown back..." Okay, so I shaved her pubic hair again. This was repeated three or five times. My wife's pubic hair was slightly thicker than before, but it wasn't much more, and it was far from being lush. 　　Once, while she was taking a shower, her female friend inadvertently noticed the lack of pubic hair. Her friend was curious and asked her what had happened. 　　She blushed and said embarrassedly, "I'm a little afraid of the heat, so I shaved it off. It 's the same reason why women cut their hair short in the summer." " 　　My female companion, who can't keep her mouth shut, may have revealed her secret. From then on, every summer, my male colleagues ... 　　Actually, during this time, my views changed. I found my wife's sparse pubic hair quite attractive and stopped shaving it for her. However, she has always been known as the 'hairless beauty.' 　　At this moment, the moonlight shone on my wife's charming vulva, as well as her cute face and small mouth. My lower body became erect again . Facing her lying on the ping-pong table, which hole should I insert into first? (VI) 　　I spat a large amount of saliva onto my wife's already moist little hole and onto her plump right buttock."

My wife lay back on the ping-pong table, moonlight streaming down her body, making her appear dreamlike and beautiful.

I pounced on her, embracing her, one hand kneading her firm buttocks, the other
already climbing up to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between my fingers, rubbing them with my entire palm.

"Honey, don't do this to me," my wife cried out, feigning reluctance. "

After all, who picked up my panties?" my wife whispered.
"You know perfectly well, I'm not answering you." My wife twisted her hips, turning away, her small hand still gripping mine.
"I'm going to do whatever I want, so what? Shout! " "I hugged her tightly without hesitation.

Most men think that as long as they are considerate and obedient to women, they can win their hearts, but this is probably
a huge mistake!

There was a bed right next to ours.
Women should take the initiative and give orders when necessary; when they are assertive, they should be assertive to the end.

I understand this principle, of course. At first, I gently caressed my wife's breasts. When she showed a look of rapture
and let out a sweet sigh, I used my fingertips to pull her breasts upwards, and then gently stroked them with my palms...

Every time we played ping-pong, my wife's cleavage attracted countless..." The gaze of a virgin.

At that moment, the nerve endings of the cells densely packed like a fishnet on her nipples received signals from me.

She involuntarily hugged me tightly, her delicate tongue slipping through my lips, swirling inside my mouth
, her small hands encircling my body, gripping my back tightly.

Images of my wife giving me oral sex flashed through my mind, along with men's lustful gazes at her
. I felt my wife's mouth was even more pleasurable and stimulating than her vagina, almost reaching the peak of pleasure,
the image of her playing ping-pong with my penis, kissing her passionately while kneading her breasts.

"Darling, your breasts are like two giant ping-pong balls," I said seductively.

"More like snowballs, where in the world are there ping-pong balls as big as me?" "My wife let out a sweet
, coquettish moan, grabbing my penis through my pants. 'When you get hard, it looks a bit like a tennis racket in my hand
.'

After a passionate kiss, her tongue reluctantly left my mouth.

I stroked her soft vulva between her legs and asked, 'Want to make love?'

'Yes, I want to die!' my wife replied, deliberately pouting.

'Do you want to make love with me, or with those two valiant guys in the dorm?' I asked teasingly.

My wife blushed again, replying shyly, 'Of course I want to make love with you. I don't want anyone else's big dick
.'" "
Wife, I really don't want to have come into this world. I believe there aren't many husbands as happy as me in the world." This was
the first time I'd heard the word "penis" from my innocent wife's mouth, and my penis throbbed even more. I never expected my usually
quiet wife to utter such a vulgar word.

"Darling, are you serious?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"Of course!" My wife nestled against me coquettishly.

"But...have you seen their genitals? Otherwise, how do you know they have big penises? And not small
or short ones?" I suddenly caught her off guard.

My wife first stammered, then lowered her head shyly, tapping my forehead with her fingertip, and said, "
Silly boy , what are you thinking? They've lived under the same roof as us for so long, and they're always so
loud and long in bed, how could I not guess?"
My heart raced again; my wife's words were trustworthy. However, the thought of those two guys making love with my
wife she was wildly speculating about the size of their penises made me a little jealous.

"To be honest, when they're making love, don't you also wish you had a big thing inside you?"
I touched my wife's vulva, probing inside her little hole.

My penis wouldn't leave.
Having such a charming yet gentle and lovely wife at home, I didn't know whether to be happy or
unlucky .

"Honey, don't you want me anymore?" My wife turned back to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and said coquettishly,
"Don't worry, maybe the cleaning lady took it as trash..." I comforted her.
"

Yes...of course I want you. I want you...you're so beautiful, so charming, if I didn't want you,
someone else would have taken you away long ago." I kissed her cheek again.
My engorged glans moved up and down, finally taking my mouth in and swirling it with my tongue.

"Then hurry up." My wife urged nervously, "If we stay here too long, I'm afraid
something might happen."

As she spoke, she lifted her skirt, revealing her snow-white, upturned buttocks...

"You...you're really not wearing anything?" I wanted to tease her.

"I don't want to make the same mistake again."

"Hmph, maybe you intentionally left your panties behind last time..." I teased her again.

"Are you crazy? I'm so worried about this. I'm afraid something bad might happen..." my wife
said anxiously.

"What bad thing could happen with just a pair of panties?" "I asked dismissively.

"I can't really explain it, but a woman's intuition tells me that my little panties didn't end up in the trash...

" "I also have an intuition; I think it must be a man. Maybe that guy is looking at your panties right now

..." Once, my wife couldn't help but whisper to me, "Honey, I think other men seem to last longer in bed than you.
" "Oh dear, that's very possible. There are so many perverted men these days..." My wife's face turned pale. "
That's so embarrassing! Maybe there are still a few of my pubic hairs stuck to my panties. If that guy finds them,
wouldn't I be too ashamed to show my face to anyone?"

"Too ashamed to show your face to anyone? Then you can show your face to anyone with your ass and vulva." I said with a smile.

"Pah, I'm being serious with you." My wife's face flushed red.

"You really made a fool of yourself this time. Maybe that guy got your underwear and is fantasizing about holding you,
aiming for your pussy, and lovingly penetrating you." I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy as I said this. "And your
pubic hair, that must give him a lot of arousal too."

"I'm with those men every day, but I don't even know who has my underwear? And that guy..."
" With my pubic hair in his arms, what will he think of me? What outrageous things will he do?" His wife
twisted her waist nervously, her small hands involuntarily covering her genitals, as if afraid some evil thing might
take advantage of her vulnerability.

"Yes, maybe he'll call and order you to some remote, secluded place to retrieve your underwear and pubic hair,
forcing you to have sex with him, to become his mistress, or even rape you, or even arrange for several accomplices to gang rape you… If
you refuse to go to such a place, he'll threaten to release your underwear and pubic hair publicly, even filming it and circulating it
online …"

He then inserted his tongue deep into her vagina, "scratching" and sucking her nectar. He even snorted…
"Oh my god, what should I do?" "My wife nestled against me like a little bird, looking at me helplessly
, her eyes both domineering and pitiful.

Harassing you means that guy hasn't even thought of these ideas yet, or he's just a coward. He should be
satisfied with getting a pair of your underwear. You're mine, and only I can enjoy you, enjoy your body."
I finished speaking, looking into my wife's big, watery eyes and delicate lips.

"If that's really the case, that's wonderful." My wife smiled sweetly, feeling much relieved.

Although her lips weren't cherry-like, they were incredibly sexy—and these were
lips that could sing and had tasted a man's... well, you know.

I couldn't help but lean over to her face again and say, "Your lips look especially beautiful tonight."

"Are you up to no good again?" My wife's eyebrows were like spring mountains, her nose like goose fat, her pretty face flushed, and her
beautiful little mouth was slightly open...

Having a wife who knows how to suck my dick is really different, it brings a lot of unexpected
fun .

(VII)

However, my wife didn't seem to have found the feeling yet.

My glans lingered around her mouth.

But her vagina was really too small, and after a lot of effort, I could only barely squeeze in half of it.
"Why don't you come in?" My wife wiggled her buttocks.

Her little buttocks were really charming, round and perky, and wherever she went, she would become the focus of men's attention.

The way her buttocks swayed.

The explicit gaze.

Looking at my wife with innocent eyes, I shifted forward, my thick penis already pressed against her lips.

"Heh heh, are you scared?" A faint, pungent scent stimulated her; her eyes became even more hazy.
Understandingly cupped my penis in her hands and began to suckle reverently.

Although there was a slight fishy smell, she still licked my testicles with her tender tongue, and finally boldly opened her cherry lips,
taking my glans into her

mouth. The instant my penis entered her beautiful mouth, my body trembled slightly, and I took a deep breath . My wife's
warm, small mouth sent a tingling sensation through my body.

I thrust my hips forward, my penis plunging straight into her mouth.

My long penis reached right up to my wife's throat.

My wife's breathing became a little heavy, her breath coming in short gasps as she murmured, her alluring tongue appearing and
disappearing with each thrust.
Many psychologists have analyzed that even the most normal woman has a psychological need to depend on a man.

I held her close again and asked, "How did the oral sex feel?"

"What do you mean, 'how did it feel'? You're having a good time, but my cheeks are sore and numb..." my wife scolded
me playfully. Her tender tongue, like a nimble snake, circled the fleshy groove of my glans, tapping, licking, kissing, and biting, until my
lower body felt like it was about to explode. I quickly took a deep breath to hold back my ejaculation.

"I'll make it up to you." Looking at her little mouth, filled to the brim by my penis, I felt a little guilty.

"How will you make it up to me?" my wife deliberately provoked me.

“Next time I’ll lick your cunt too,” I said dreamily.

“Pah! Dream on!” Ya Hui pouted and twisted her slender waist. “I want it now.”

“But I’ve already rinsed my mouth today, I don’t want to eat that rotten persimmon down there.” I noticed that my wife’s cunt was already dripping wet
.

“I don’t want to eat my rotten persimmon, and I don’t want to eat your rotten banana!” My wife spat out my
glans in a huff.

The way she looked angry was both pitiful and lovable.

To insert my tongue deeper into my wife’s vagina, I hung her floral triangle on one leg.
“To be honest, darling, do you regret marrying me?” I patted her plump buttocks and gazed at her
tenderly .

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have married you. You're penniless, powerless, and bully people
. And then you put my semen on your lips and act all coquettish.

" "Really?" I pretended to be dejected and lowered my head.

"I was just kidding. Actually, from the moment I became your wife, I knew my happiness would
only be inside her womb.
Like a pig or a dog.
Three times the time. Tomorrow morning I can't sleep in and be late, or people at the company will laugh at me for
becoming more and more of a 'professional'." My wife kissed my forehead tenderly.

"For a penniless scholar like me to marry a wife like you is truly a blessing
. Your willingness to give me oral sex already makes me feel like an emperor. However, I won't mistreat you." "I
can't afford to buy you a house or a car, but I can give you a big, loving dick that will cherish you..."

I stood behind her, admiring her smooth, round buttocks.
I took a deep breath, had my wife support herself on the table with both hands, her upper body arched, her plump buttocks raised high.

The stimulation of my fingers sent her into a burst of pleasure.
From her buttocks, I could clearly see her small, open vulva. Her tightly closed chrysanthemum,
tiny labia, and pink bud were so striking.

I could no longer resist the temptation, pressing my face tightly against her little buttocks, sticking out my tongue to lick that
alluring opening and labia, and of course, not neglecting her little chrysanthemum.

My wife had just showered, and the scent of shower gel still lingered on her opening and chrysanthemum.

I slapped her hard, making her cry out, "Ah..."

"You little slut, I'll teach you to scream." I deliberately
rubbed my erect penis lightly against my wife's labia and chrysanthemum, while my hands played with her round, snow-white buttocks.

"Ah...husband, you...hurry up..." my wife pleaded softly, lowering her eyes. But her little
buttocks were inviting me to come closer.

"Can't take it? You little slut who needs to be fucked, you're not happy unless someone's fucking you, are you?" I
said, inserting my dark red penis head into the tight crevice of my wife's buttocks, directly into her wet vagina.
Lubricated by the sweat in my wife's flesh, my penis went in all the way, the glans pressing hard against her
clitoris, making her legs go weak, and she cried out "Ah!" Her breasts swayed back and forth in front of her chest.
As I thrust in and out, I reached my hand inside my wife's skirt to caress her small breasts.

With each thrust, my wife's snow-white buttocks writhed.

Seeing her flushed cheeks, I couldn't help but thrust again intensely. My penis was fully inserted into her pink
little hole, and I would occasionally grind the head against her soft clitoris.

My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, accompanied by moans of "oh oh," as she shook her head forcefully.

I thrust my thick penis back and forth, letting the head scrape against the sensitive walls of my wife's vagina. At the same time, I suppressed
the urge to ejaculate, sometimes caressing her round, plump buttocks, sometimes grabbing her full breasts, to distract myself from the intense pleasure emanating from
the head of my penis .

Her two white, plump buttocks were being kneaded by my hands, her tender, pepper-like breasts clamping against my
hands, the tingling sensation further arousing my excitement. I thrust my magnificent weapon forward, charging relentlessly towards
her mysterious garden.

The two of us seemed to have forgotten the passage of time, completely oblivious to the time and place.

My wife was now drenched in a fine sweat, her mouth constantly uttering "Ah... um..."

But at this moment, I had no intention of showing her any tenderness. The only thing I knew was that my wife was a woman, so

I continued thrusting and pumping, constantly feeling the pleasure brought by the contractions of her vaginal walls.

The vaginal fluid in my wife's peach blossom honeypot was almost completely drained. I trembled a few times, then lay motionless on her back
. Hot semen shot forcefully into her body.

"Darling, making love with you is so wonderful… I've married someone who can use both holes so well
," I said. Then, with a "plop," I pulled out my wet, exhausted penis and slowly withdrew from her body.

A stream of milky white semen flowed from between my wife's slightly swollen labia.

Just as I lifted myself up, I saw what looked like a figure outside the window…

I wondered if I was just seeing things…

(The End)

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