My Second-hand Wife with an Automatic Transmission (Part 1)

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Actually, my story with my wife is much simpler than my story with my senior. Before my wife came along, I was certain I loved my senior; after all, she was my first woman, and I always thought I'd spend my life with her.
Especially after she broke up with her boyfriend, I always wanted to be her only man.
But now, looking back, it's impossible for us. On one hand, her main theme is probably betrayal and depravity. Once things start, the thrill will make it impossible for her to turn back; her desires will only grow stronger. On the other hand, I've also deeply enjoyed the feeling of playing with other men's women.
So, neither my senior nor I know what to do next. There's also a constant possibility of a crisis in our relationship. It
's more of a contradiction than a crisis. You'd never guess it, but this contradiction stems from my experience: I simply can't satisfy her demands when she's degrading herself. To put it bluntly, I can't handle her. She needs intense emotional humiliation during sex, to make her feel utterly degraded, to release her repressed emotions. And I always fall short. To be honest, if I hadn't taken the initiative in this somewhat twisted relationship, my senior would have left me. I think she would have gone back to find a seasoned sadist and become a complete sex slave.
My wife came into my life under these circumstances. You could say my senior was my first woman, but my wife was my sexual awakening teacher.

My wife is a "second-hand" woman; she was dumped. She and her ex-boyfriend were college classmates, and after a year of long-distance relationship after graduation, they moved to the same city and lived together for three years. But my wife is the kind of person who is extremely devoted in relationships. She's the kind of woman who can give everything for her partner, even having a bit of the feudalistic idea of lifelong fidelity.
At the time, I had been working for a little over a year and was already a junior manager in my department, and my wife was one of my very hardworking and reliable employees. I didn't know much about her personal life. After being dumped, she became very insecure. She resigned to escape everything, and she even felt that being dumped by a man was incredibly shameful. Of course, this information was secretly revealed to me by another cheerful and talkative colleague before she resigned.
At first, I didn't understand her thinking at all, so I had a long talk with her and managed to keep her there. Later, after a party, we both drank a lot. That night, I took her back to her place and didn't leave. I was a little drunk that night, and I only remember that she was on top of me, and we started in automatic mode, completing our first sexual encounter.
From then on, it seemed that she transferred her dependence on her ex-boyfriend to me.
To be honest, at that time, my feelings were quite complicated. On one hand, I felt that I loved my senior, and on the other hand, I found myself deeply impressed by her skills in bed. Sex with her was really incredibly comfortable. My senior's skills were practically worthless in comparison to hers.
From her, I discovered that female oral sex wasn't just about swallowing and spitting. It could also involve the entwining of the tongue, the wandering of the tongue tip, and when she knelt in front of me and wrapped her entire tongue around me, she would lift her head, and that dreamy and coquettish look in her eyes gave me not only a tingling physical pleasure, but also a great sense of visual and mental satisfaction. Before each sexual encounter, she would use various methods to create an atmosphere and tease me. She would start with my nipples, tracing the tip of her tongue all over my body. She would also lie between my legs, licking my testicles, my perineum, and even flip me over to lick my anus. I found she was particularly skilled at licking my anus, especially the licking and sucking technique, stimulating me relentlessly with different methods each time. During sex, she could adjust her angle for each position, allowing for easy penetration. I also noticed that her vagina was always wet, never dry. When entering her from behind, she would press her waist down as much as possible, making her hips more rounded. She would also avoid using her hands for support, relying only on her face and legs for support, assuming a particularly lewd position. Her hands would reach down from below to caress my testicles and stimulate my penis with her fingers. When she used her hands and feet for support, I didn't need to move back and forth at all; she would move on her own. The rear-entry position, with the woman in automatic mode—even those with years of sexual experience haven't had much of this experience. Plus, her labia were butterfly-shaped; they moved in and out with each thrust, which was very stimulating.

Initially, it was because of these things that I maintained our relationship. I felt like I'd struck gold. I secretly memorized her techniques and used them to demand things from her during sex, which quickly improved her skills. Then I started calling her a natural slut, saying she learned so fast.
However, during this process, I found a sour feeling inside when I called her a slut and how fast she learned. I started wondering why she had already mastered these techniques, what her learning process was like, and how her ex-boyfriend had trained her. And I started to be troubled by these thoughts. I found myself getting jealous. I often thought about her when I was playing with my senior, about how she used to lick her ex-boyfriend from his nipples to his anus, just like she licked me, then circled her little tongue around his anus, inserted it, and sucked on it with her mouth, then licked his toes, then sat on him and moved up and down, moaning lewdly, spraying her semen on his penis, then having him hold her high, upturned buttocks and watch her move her body back and forth, swallowing and spitting out his penis, and then making him explode inside her. Whenever I thought of these things, and looked at my senior's slightly clumsy technique, I felt a particularly sour jealousy, and I would also release some very angry emotions on my senior. I would deliberately slap my senior's buttocks hard, making her move faster, constantly cursing her for being cheap, calling her a bitch, calling her a slut, saying she would learn anything for a man, showing her slutty nature for a man. At times like these, my verbal abuse would drive my senior to multiple orgasms. In this way, I gained control during our sex life, and she gradually became my plaything.
But I knew that my emotions weren't just about my senior anymore; my outbursts stemmed from my dissatisfaction with another woman.

I realized I had fallen in love with that secondhand, debased woman.

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