Automatic Transmission Second-hand Wife (Part 2)

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This went on for a long time. During this time, my wife and I learned to have sex in various positions anywhere in the room. When I was with my wife, no matter the position, it felt incredibly comfortable, giving me the illusion that I was a sex expert. However, whenever I tried these positions at my senior's house, I truly appreciated my wife's superior skills. With my senior, we could never find the right angle. Either the angle and height felt perfect, but I'd insert it between her vagina and anus, or it would slip out with the slightest movement. Each position often left us both sweating profusely, ending in failure. At these times, I felt a pang of sadness. I wondered what kind of training my wife's ex-boyfriend had given her to make her so skilled. They must have tried these positions and scenarios many times to make her, and even a novice like me, able to perform smoothly. So, I would often get so angry that I'd grab my senior, roughly pin her down, and thrust into her with all my might. If I failed, I'd hit her repeatedly, calling her a slut, a whore, and telling her I'd kill her if she didn't cooperate. Although she seemed to enjoy this "training" and would become quite wet, it also caused her a lot of pain. I often accidentally tore her vagina, but I didn't care; I was always focused on success. She would usually improve faster, trying harder to find the right angle and position, and cooperating with me as much as possible. However, I didn't get any pleasure from this. Because I would also wonder if my wife's ex-boyfriend had treated her this roughly. For example, when I later enrolled with my senior and asked her to move herself, I would imagine my wife being penetrated from behind, her ex-boyfriend deliberately remaining still, letting her gradually align herself, and then actively sitting back. The first time she misaligned, her ex-boyfriend would hit her buttocks with all his might, just like I hit my senior, repeating this over and over. Eventually, my wife, like my senior, would frantically struggle due to pain, tearing her vaginal opening. Then her ex-boyfriend would forcefully thrust in, ignoring her pain and relentlessly thrusting. My wife would experience both pain and stimulation, and then the man would ejaculate inside her. Thinking about this, I felt both angry and heartbroken, yet also excited, ejaculating inside my senior, then pulling out and kicking her to the ground… Looking at my senior on the ground, I sometimes felt a pang of heartache, but most of that heartache was directed towards my wife, even though those scenes of her being abused were just my imagination.
This emotion kept growing and spreading. Later, even during pleasurable sex with my wife, I couldn't help but imagine the male protagonist as my wife's ex-boyfriend. I felt incredibly jealous—jealous that he had taken my wife's virginity and that she had spent years honing her skills to their current level for him. Strangely, my feelings for my wife grew along with this curiosity.
However, this curiosity caused my wife a lot of trouble at the time. During sex, I would often ask her about details of her past sexual encounters, which were painful memories for her. She must have felt terrible every time she thought about it. Sometimes, if I asked these questions before sex, I could feel her sadness. It even affected her concentration during sex. But I was improving. I learned to understand her. I discovered that when she was penetrated, she was in a state of unconscious enjoyment. In that state, even if I asked these questions, she wouldn't be pulled out of her pleasure, and it wouldn't even change her mood. So I would always ask her these questions at these times, and it usually worked well. And if I slowed down or stopped while asking her, she would eagerly tell me the answers and then let me continue. Through these interactions, I gradually learned many details about what happened, which intensified my jealousy but also frequently made me feel a surge of excitement.
One time, my wife and I were showering. As we were washing, she, as usual, bent down and licked my penis. I quickly became erect. Then, she stood on one leg, wrapped the other leg around my back, hooked her arms around my neck, leaned back, and positioned her genitals against my penis, inserting it. This position was visually stimulating; my wife's body was stretched out, her curves beautiful, and there was a large gap between our genitals, allowing me to clearly see my penis inside her, especially her luscious labia. However, that time it didn't go smoothly because her legs were wrapped around me, creating a distance between us, and the shower gel caused my penis to keep slipping out. My wife was momentarily confused, but then she seemed to remember something. She turned to face me sideways, lifted her leg that had been wrapped around my back, and let me hook it with my arm. Then she turned to her side, leaning against the wall with her genitals facing me. I then inserted myself between her legs, which were almost at a 180-degree angle. Although the position had changed, the visual stimulation was no less than before. Soon, my wife entered a dazed state, and I also felt very comfortable and excited. However, I also thought of a possibility. So, while she was in a daze, I asked her,
"Was that position you used to use often?"
My wife groaned without making a sound, so I moved my face closer, pulling my penis out a little, and stopped thrusting. I asked again,
"Was it?"
My wife felt the pleasure decreasing at this point, so she quickly answered me.
"Yeah, we often use that position when we shower."
Even though I knew this would be the answer, I still felt a pang of jealousy. I pressed on,
"Won't it slip out when you're in that position?"
My wife mumbled sleepily,
"It rarely slips out."
So I finally asked the question I'd asked so many times about her boyfriend's length:
"Is he much longer than mine?"
Hearing this, my wife finally gave a vague answer, saying,
"I've forgotten what his penis looks like."
I knew this was a sign of her impending doom. "If you don't tell me this time, let's get out of here,"
my wife said urgently, quickly moving closer to cover my penis again, saying,
"Yeah, he's a bit longer than yours, so it won't slip out. Don't stop, the feeling is coming."
I got the answer I wanted, but it made me both sore and aroused. So, like in revenge, I thrust into her quickly. She started breathing heavily and moaning loudly. I said to her:
"Is it because he fucks you better than me? Look how loudly you're moaning now. Didn't you rip the roof off back then?"
My wife ignored what I was saying and just kept moaning and shouting. As I fucked her, I imagined what her ex-boyfriend would do to her in that position. I thought to myself that I couldn't even do that position. Thinking about that scene made me feel both uncomfortable and excited, so I started ejaculating. I could feel myself ejaculating a lot.
Afterwards, I asked my wife what her ex-boyfriend's penis was like. She told me it was about half as long as mine, but she also said it wasn't as thick. I didn't really believe her. To be honest, I didn't know what to feel. My penis is about the average Asian size, while her ex-boyfriend's was probably considered quite large for an Asian. I couldn't help but think that the reason she enjoyed sex so much and was so willing to practice her technique for him was because she truly got the greatest pleasure a woman could experience from him. I probably could never give her the same feeling in my life...
I remember very clearly that I had a dream that night. I dreamt that her ex-boyfriend appeared at our wedding. When we were toasting, he stood up and said to me,
"Young man, I've been to a place you'll never be able to reach in your life. Can you guess where it is? Hahahaha."
I woke up with a start from that laughter, grabbed my wife, and hugged her tightly...
But I didn't expect that at the same time, I would also make a decision... to marry her.

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