The pleasures of wife seduction

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My wife is

32 years old this

year

. I am the same age as her, but a few months older. We work in the same company. Our colleagues say that we are a standard "office romance". Haha! It doesn't matter. As long as we have a good relationship, it's okay!

From meeting to getting to know each other, from getting to know each other to falling in love, and finally getting married, everything is natural and uneventful. Everything happens naturally like a normal person's love. The process of falling in love is also to gradually build feelings from gatherings with three or five friends, and then to dating alone. At first, the content of dating alone is just the two of us shopping together, doing some exercise, and having a meal. These activities are usually carried out in some relatively public places.

As our relationship develops further, we also have further physical contact. From the initial holding hands and hugging shoulders, it has developed into hugging, kissing and caressing. Of course, given the privacy required for these activities, our meeting places shifted from more open venues to more secluded spaces, such as bars, cinemas, groves, and parks at night. Back then, we were deeply in love, and sparks would occasionally fly.

As is often the case, physical contact was like breaking through a barrier, and our feelings for each other intensified rapidly. Spaces like cinemas and bars, being public places, could no longer satisfy our need for intimacy. Our "battleground" moved from the outside to the inside—my apartment or her home.

In these completely private spaces, our feelings and actions were no longer constrained, and we marched towards my ultimate goal! Of course, this advance is just a desire; I don't want to reveal my wolfish nature (the "wolf" in "wolf," haha!) because of my eagerness. After all, she's a girlfriend I quite like, and winning her over is just a matter of time. I can't afford to be careless and lose everything; relationships need to be developed step by step!

Whenever conditions allow, we'll seize every opportunity to flirt and be intimate. The standard procedure is usually like this: first, we chat, watch TV, or do other unrelated things, then casually make eye contact. In that instant, she'll understand my intentions, and then I'll use the brief moment of eye contact to... Get close to her body (though it doesn't always have to be this close; often our bodies are already embracing), whisper sweet nothings, and gently stroke her hair, cheeks, chin, and those sensual lips.

Women are such sensual creatures; with just the right amount of stimulation—remember, the right amount, never too much—she'll enter a state of bliss. Then, I'll offer my lips, our lips meeting for a long, lingering kiss. My hands will lightly rest on her arms or waist, and when her breathing becomes heavier, I'll unleash my signature move: the "Dragon Claw Hand" breast grab.
(Don't be angry, Stephen Chow fans, I'm just quoting him here, that's all.) My hands roamed over her body, caressing her with all my might. Of course, my ultimate move wasn't always aimed directly at her breasts.
Because we were in a time and space where it was just the two of us, with no outside interference, my hands became even more unrestrained. My movements changed from brief touches like when we were outside to prolonged stays on certain parts of her body. Merely touching from a distance was no longer enough to satisfy my desires; my hands moved like snakes over her body. Wandering around, seeing the opportunity ripen, I grew increasingly restless.

As autumn transitioned into winter, her clothes gradually thickened, and my hands would gently lift her thermal underwear or sweater, slipping inside to make direct contact with her body. First, I'd linger and explore her waist, then slowly move upwards to attack her full breasts. I'd first knead them through her bra, then slip my hands inside to directly squeeze and grasp her ample bosom.

At this point, some lecherous guys might yell, "Damn it, that's so crude! Just go for it! Do it! Be direct!"

Wrong, wrong, wrong! That's incorrect! Actually, with my superb skills, removing her "armor" in a few quick movements would be a piece of cake, leaving her braless.

Given my wife's affluent background, she's always been a very conscious woman of her appearance and body. Most of her lingerie is high-end designer brand from department stores—high-quality, stylish, and perhaps because her breasts are quite full, her bras always have a slight lifting effect, further emphasizing their size.

These designer bras, with their... Most bra cups aren't sewn shut; instead, they're connected by a small hook and loop and a fabric clasp to easily adjust the shoulder strap length. This means I only need to unfasten the three mechanisms—the shoulder straps and the back clasp—and gently pull the bra out from under her clothes... imagine a "breast jiggling" scene from a Japanese anime! Hahaha, and indeed, later events proved my analogy to be absolutely brilliant!

But in this situation, such methods are absolutely unacceptable. Imagine that even if she's currently lost in the pleasure of my caresses, moaning and groaning with desire, what will happen afterward...? As I slowly savor these moments, once I notice these details… As the saying goes, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; in certain emotional matters, they can be unfathomably deep and unpredictable.

On the contrary, in the first few times I touched her body, I would deliberately act clumsy like a bear, a bit rash and impatient, or even using a little brute force, intentionally trying and failing. This kind of prank would initially get me rejected a few times, but as the number of times I touched and caressed my wife's body increased, and she overcame her initial resistance… After the rejection period transitioned into the acceptance period, my understanding wife would even proactively unhook her bra from behind to help me out. After conquering her high ground (breast caress), diving down (vaginal stimulation)
became a natural progression. That's how women are; they clearly yearn for it and enjoy it, yet they insist on showing some shyness and bashfulness.

But then again, what if she showed unusual excitement and, after a few thrusts, mounted me? Based on my past experiences with women, I vaguely suspected that my wife might still be a virgin! This became clear after I completely broke through... Her "first time" was fully confirmed, and I'll go into the details later.

It's not that I'm old-fashioned or have a virginity complex; after all, this is someone I want to spend my life with, and when it comes to my ultimate love, I still hope she's a little more innocent. Besides, I can enjoy the process of slowly developing her.

Actually, before dating her, three other women had passed through my life. One was my first love, a bittersweet experience like a green apple—a classmate named Ting from high school. My longing for her, due to youthful shyness, was the kind of longing that comes from admiring lotus blossoms but not from afar. A vague liking, one that could be admired from afar but not touched, though I had confessed my feelings, but my memories of her were only the fantasies I had when I was lonely and alone.

Back then, I would often imagine her in various lewd
positions . Sometimes I would have her lie on her back in an M-shape with her legs bent, her vulva wide open, revealing her flower core; sometimes I would have her lie face down like a dog, shaking her buttocks and sitting back repeatedly, the gap between her thighs appearing and disappearing; sometimes I would have her squat with her back arched, one hand kneading her breasts, the other scratching her vulva, parting her labia to expose that alluring cunt.

Because of her full figure and thick hair, I imagined she must have dark, thick pubic hair, a high, rounded mons pubis, and a pinkish clitoris that required the help of hands to part the pubic hair and the labia to be clearly seen. Whenever I thought of these images, I would masturbate frantically until I reached orgasm. Looking back now, it's somewhat laughable, but it was also a man's hazy enlightenment (the technical term should be sexual fantasy) about sex during his teenage years. She was my college classmate, the object of my verification regarding the term "hymen" in the sex education textbook, and also the one who ended my virginity. She had round cheeks, and her pointed chin highlighted her lively personality. Beneath her long eyelashes were a pair of large, clear eyes that radiated a unique spirituality. Her

curvaceous, petite body was very endearing. According to Japanese AV, she was the kind of girl with Lolita tendencies, possessing an angelic, innocent face while also having all the full sexual characteristics of a woman. Especially her alluring breasts, which initially appeared round and firm, were repeatedly kneaded and rubbed by my hands, and with the lubrication of my sexual essence inside her vagina, they eventually became full and large, even "jiggling." Thinking about it now still brings back fond memories.

Unfortunately, you can't have your cake and eat it too. Our relationship only involved ordinary sexual pleasure in the normal position. As for the more explicit acts like oral sex, breast sex, and anal sex seen in Western porn, she always held a sense of disgust and wouldn't allow me to try them. Perhaps this is a flaw of the Lolita type of girl! It felt like a waste to have those large breasts that I had nurtured and made increasingly mature. It's a pity that we went our separate ways after graduating from university, and this beautiful relationship faded into a yellowed memory. Now,

I want to focus on the third woman, whose name now makes me want to "vomit, vomit, and then it'll be okay." Her name was Ya Nan, a few years older than me, and she was the assistant manager of the lobby of a star-rated hotel where I used to work.

During my initial years of adjustment after entering the workforce, I wasn't entirely sure of my place in society. Unwilling to stay home and live off my parents, I went out to work and seek employment to build my social capital. Luckily, the hotel had a vacancy for a department assistant, which I successfully applied for, settling in temporarily.

At this time, Ya Nan was already a first mate. From our initial interactions, I discovered that this woman had a servile and condescending attitude at work. Taking advantage of her seniority—having joined the hotel a few years earlier than me—she deliberately made things difficult for me in various ways when negotiating and coordinating departmental matters. Initially, I found it hard to adapt. Talking with colleagues, I discovered they also disliked her, calling her a snob and a petty person who had climbed to her current position from a vocational high school graduate working her way up through various means, and now she thought she could look down on newcomers or certain department heads to gain personal satisfaction.
Actually, I didn't look down on vocational high school graduates; on the contrary, I respected those who rose from humble beginnings. I just couldn't stand her attitude. Fortunately, these unpleasant feelings were quickly washed away by the busy work. Thanks to my outstanding abilities, I gained the boss's appreciation and was promoted to department head. Among the newcomers who joined at the same time, I was the most popular, highly regarded by the boss, and my future looked very promising.
At this time, I sensed a clear difference in Ya Nan's words, eyes, and actions towards me—a vulgar, ambiguous feeling. Frequent work contact, coupled with being at the age where I was looking for love, made me very clear about what this meant. However, I also knew very well that she wasn't my type, so I pretended to be oblivious to her various hints, which eventually led to her becoming entangled. The saying goes, "Opportunity always favors the prepared mind," which might sound somewhat comical here, but strangely enough, she seized the opportunity.

I remember it was a boring gathering with colleagues, purely for the sake of it. Due to the complicated interpersonal relationships at the hotel and the suffocating work pressure, I was somewhat depressed at that time. So, during the endless toasts and drinks at the party, I got drunk. It was one of the few times I got drunk at drinking parties, and I actually got so drunk that I lost control and became somewhat delirious.

As for my usually composed behavior, it started to go wrong. Perhaps it was some of the pranks that young people play at drinking parties, such as betting on whether you can hug someone or hit them to make it harder for them to drink, that she misinterpreted as some kind of hint I gave her, which gave her the impetus to go all the way...

The next day, when I woke up from my hangover, I was surprised to find Ya Nan sleeping naked next to me, with wet stains on the bed and white semen that hadn't been wiped clean from between her legs. The thought of giving her a handle flashed through my mind, and I clearly realized that this would be the beginning of my passive situation in dealing with our relationship.

Later on, this passivity persisted throughout our time together, to the point that whenever we were alone, I had the illusion that I was a workhorse, always being led by the nose by her. When we were out, for example, eating out, shopping, or entertainment, this state was manageable, but the most unbearable thing was her wanton and provocative behavior during sex, which left me speechless with astonishment, wondering if such a sexually liberated and wanton woman truly existed in the world.

She thoroughly enjoyed the woman-on-top position. In the throes of passion, she would squat on top of me, greedily guiding my penis into her wet, throbbing opening. She would lean down, her tongue entwining with mine, while she guided my hands to knead her ample breasts. Her cunt, however, gripped my penis tightly, relentlessly thrusting against it, so forcefully that I feared she might break it if she didn't gently press it against my genitals. It was as if my penis wasn't a set of engorged erectile tissue, but a rolling pin, a steel pipe, or an iron spear, its sole purpose to relentlessly pound her cunt, as if she wanted to push my testicles into her vagina as well.
At moments like these, I would ridiculously think of the mortar and pestle in a traditional Chinese medicine shop: pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding… except that in those shops, a hammer is used to pound the mortar, while in mine, the mortar is used to hold a hammer.

Imagine her lewd state: crouching on top of me, upper body forward, her mouth smacking her lips, her full, plump breasts deformed downwards due to gravity, resembling goat's breasts, nipples drooping towards my body, rubbing against my chest with her movements. Her lower body was constantly thrusting up and down, her buttocks forcefully undulating and manipulating my penis. It's amazing she could conceive of and perform such a difficult position!

Just thinking about it arouses my desire, so I concentrate my energy and thrust my lower body vigorously to meet her ministrations, while my hands squeeze her breasts even harder, with a force so strong it's almost like grabbing, as if her enormous breasts are in danger of bursting at any moment. You can imagine the pain my hands inflict on her.

And when I observe her expression, she merely bites her lip a few times, quickly losing interest as the pleasure from the friction between her vagina and penis diminishes. This pain, however, further aroused her lust, causing her to moan and groan. The "slap slap" sound of their bodies colliding turned into "plop...splat...plop...splat..." sounds, a sign that she was already overflowing with vaginal fluid.

The thick, sticky fluid gushing from her vagina seemed to be thickening my penis, leaving my lower body soaked like a drenched ocean. Then, I added a little more stimulation. My hands changed from a broad attack to a targeted one, forcefully squeezing her large breasts while using my thumb and forefinger to gritting her two erect nipples with all my might. She would gasp and moan, "Ahhh, yayah!"

As her climax approached, the frequency of her vagina stroking the penis intensified, like the cylinder of a high-speed motorcycle. Her wanton desire to be penetrated was an inexhaustible source of power, and the torrent of her vaginal fluids was the finest lubricant in her cunt.

Her cunt would contract in waves, the friction between her vaginal walls and my penis intensifying, gripping it tightly like a tiny hand giving me a handjob. The tingling sensation in my lower body suddenly intensified, and the seal created by her vaginal fluids made her cunt feel like a pump, rapidly trying to extract my semen. I was almost at the point of losing control.

Often, at this moment, she would reach her orgasm, shooting out a gush of hot vaginal fluid that drenched my glans. The intense friction between my tightly gripped penis and the folds of her vagina, combined with the spray of her fluids, pushed me to the limit of my endurance. Finally, I released my semen with a violent contraction and throbbing of my penis, ejaculating deep into her uterus.

Then, she suddenly arched her upper body back to its limit, her eyes rolled back, her facial expression contorted in extreme pain, her throat bobbing as she tried to utter a weak "Ah...ah..."

sound, but only a faint breath escaped her lips. Finally, she would collapse like a dead dog, sprawling on top of me, unable to move.

This half-dead state often lasted for a long time. After I finished showering and lit a "post-coital cigarette," she would still be lying there on her side, enjoying the afterglow, letting the milky white semen from her vulva smear over her vulva, covering her clitoris, and flowing down her thighs along her pubic hair, making a mess of the sheets.

Her sexual desire for me bordered on the obsessive, even extending to more passive positions where she performed with remarkable skill. For example, in the traditional missionary position, when I lifted her legs and mounted her, the focus of our physical contact shifted to our genitals. In this position, her upper body was relatively free. While most women would simply place their arms casually, quietly enjoying the pleasure of penetration, she was incredibly seductive, caressing and kneading her large breasts, or using her saliva to rub her clitoris, causing her vaginal fluids to surge even more profusely.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but become more excited myself; my heart raced, and my penis throbbed faster. Stimulated by this, she would reach out and pull me to her chest, her legs crossing behind me and locking my hips, compelling me to thrust even harder into her wetness. When things got heated, she would grab one of her plump breasts and bring it to my mouth to "feed" me. I would suckle, tease, and bite, enjoying it without any restraint.

Stimulated by both her nipples and her vagina, she would start moaning, first softly "Ah...ya ya..." and then she would shout loudly and wantonly, "Oh...ah...harder...harder...fuck me harder...fuck me harder...yes, again, again...I want more, I want more..."

Damn it, I really don't understand who's fucking whom!

At this point, her vaginal fluid, due to my thrusting, had long since turned from a thin liquid into milky white foam, flowing down her cleavage, moistening her anus, buttocks, and my scrotum. You can imagine how wanton she was.
Even the most robust man couldn't withstand her stimulation. I ejaculated quickly, but she wouldn't let go. She remained in the position before ejaculation, keeping my penis inside her cunt, trying to contract her vagina to feel my remaining heat, until my penis slid out of her filthy, semen-filled vagina.

The effect of her moans that night was evident the next day when we went out together. Just look at the looks she got from our neighbors, especially Mr. Li, the owner of the shell company downstairs. Whenever we met, he would greet me while constantly glancing at this slut beside me. In such situations, I was torn between two conflicting emotions: the satisfaction of the stimulating sex and the annoyance of having my slutty girlfriend moaning and being fantasized about.

Humans are ultimately emotional beings, especially when a certain need is satisfied to the extreme, coupled with prolonged and repeated stimulation—the effect of persistent effort can be devastating. To be honest, Ya Nan's arrival did fill the void in my heart during that period of loneliness and struggle, and I couldn't help but feel a bit of longing and affection for her. As the saying goes, those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. When a person's judgment is clouded by their own feelings, it deviates from its original correct direction.

It happened after a hotel executive meeting, where I was announced by the boss as the assistant general manager, directly assisting him. As soon as the appointment was announced, the other senior executives present congratulated me, and I tried to control my somewhat excited emotions, returning their grateful smiles.

As the afternoon drew to a close, the workload lessened, so I returned to my office to compile documents and data. At this time, Ya Nan, who had already received the news, also came to my office to congratulate me. After she knocked and entered the room, she turned around and casually locked the door. I, who was working at my desk, heard this unusual noise and couldn't help but look up at her.

From her radiant smile, her slightly flushed face, and the frequent rise and fall of her chest, I could easily sense her excitement. She seemed even happier than if she had been promoted herself. Her eyes darted around with a seductive glint in them. She swayed shyly to the edge of my platform, then gracefully sat on it, just an arm's length away from me. A barrage of flattering words followed, making my ears and heart itch unbearably. Then the conversation slowly shifted to her own life.

"Hmph!" I thought to myself, "This shrewd and opportunistic woman is now demanding her reward for her previous investment!" While I pondered how to respond, seeing my slight hesitation, she pressed her advantage, pounced on me, and began to whine and whimper. One arm encircled my neck, while the other gently caressed my chest. From her exaggeratedly breathy lips, she murmured some of our bedtime sweet nothings, displaying a provocative and seductive manner.

Since I was currently slumped in the boss's chair, unable to exert any force and not wanting to make too much noise to attract attention, I agreed to some of her requests, thinking I could escape now and deal with her later. Who knew that this slut would become even more frenzied after receiving a satisfactory answer? One of her small hands began to move downwards. I knew what she was up to and was about to speak to stop her, but her two bright red lips met mine, silencing my words.

You see, my uncooperative penis was already aroused and erect from her teasing, pressed against my lower abdomen by my underwear. Suddenly, her restless little hand, which had been moving its fingertips up and down, twisted at my belt buckle, changing its position so that its fingertips were pointing downwards and its palm upwards, rubbing against my stiff penis through my pants. After playing

with it for a while, she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and slipped her hand directly into my underwear. She began to rub my penis with her palm and tease my testicles with her fingers. The sensation of my penis being directly grasped and played with by such a warm, slightly sweaty hand was even more intense.

After playing like this for a while, I saw her press her fingertips against my perineum, her palm leaving my penis and spreading outwards, creating an angle between her palm and my penis, while also stretching my underwear. Then, with a deft flick of her wrist, she pulled down the entire front of my underwear, the elastic waistband naturally hooking under my scrotum. My penis was now freed from all restraints, "breathing" the air of freedom, truly becoming a towering pillar.

Once the "liberation work" was done, she grabbed my penis again and began to stroke it up and down, giving me a handjob. The tightness and looseness of her small hand, the speed and slowness of her strokes, were damn good; even when I masturbate by myself, I don't always feel this good.

Because of this stimulation, I could clearly feel my penis getting even bigger. The gradually increasing pulsation from my penis gave her enough information. Her little mouth left my lips, kissed my chin, my Adam's apple, my chest, and continued kissing down towards my lower body, finally stopping at my navel.

She stopped kissing me, tilted her head back to meet my gaze, and my penis was pressed against her chin. This erotic scene reminded me of those unfortunate guys in movies contemplating suicide, though of course I wasn't stupid enough to be a movie-watching idiot.

She gave me a knowing, wicked smile, and I frowned, my eyes conveying my refusal: "Sis, please, this is work time! You're not crazy enough to give me oral sex here, are you? Besides, this is my first day on the job!" The quick-witted

girl, of course, understood my meaning. She parted her cherry lips and said softly, "I heard you got promoted again, I'm 'excited'! 'Funny'!"

I thought to myself: 'You slutty whore, you're emphasizing those words. What the hell does my promotion have to do with you? You're probably just worried about ruining your own good time!' She continued, "I wanted to come and congratulate you earlier, but you've been too busy. I've been waiting all day. I'm sincere, I just couldn't wait to come find you! You got me all excited as soon as we met."

(Oh my god! Who's messing with whom here?)

"Even though we can't have a passionate encounter here, my mouth can still love your cock, right? Consider this first time I did it for you a promotion gift! (You slut, only you could come up with this idea and say it like that.) Don't worry, I locked the door, and besides, haven't you leaders been hiding in your rooms all this time? Never mind, I'll make you compensate me tonight..."

Before she finished speaking, I saw her little mouth moving towards my glans. She kissed me on the cheek, making a "sizzling" sound. Then, her lips parted slightly, forming a small opening that tightly gripped the tip of my glans. She gently leaned forward and pulled back the foreskin, which was partially covering my glans, so the entire glans fell into her mouth (sorry, my foreskin is a bit long, so the glans isn't fully exposed when my penis is fully erect). She then released the glans from her mouth, and I saw my penis rise with excitement, pulsating in the air. She looked up at me and winked playfully, while simultaneously flicking her tongue quickly at the tip of my glans. She looked incredibly lewd, and I knew an even more exciting show was about to begin.

Next, she did the same thing as before, parting her lips to gently kiss the tip of my glans again, this time adding a sucking motion, so that her lips tightly gripped my large glans. She slowly moved her neck forward, her labia gripping my glans as she slowly moved forward until she stopped at the glans. Then she moved her neck back until she returned to the top of my glans and stopped, completing one cycle of movement. For the

next few minutes, her movements didn't go any deeper; she simply repeated this cycle of teasing my glans, but each time the movements were slightly different—sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. Sometimes she would stop with my glans in her mouth, teasing the urethral opening with her little tongue or licking the glans in circles, making me feel a surge of lust rising in my chest. I couldn't help but reach out and unbutton the front of her work clothes. When I looked closely, damn! This slut was wearing a strapless bra, and a front-buttoned one at that.
With a flick of my fingers, the cloth covering her chest was flung aside, revealing her enormous breasts, which practically sprang out from their tight confinement. A pair of dark red nipples stood erect atop the two white mounds of flesh. I could see that this slut was just as excited as I was, so I began to play with her breasts like kneading dough. Watching them change shape in my hands was truly a pleasurable experience.

After I started teasing her, she really let loose with her mouth. It wasn't just small, back-and-forth movements anymore; she was now thrusting vertically up and down. Soon, my penis was glistening with her saliva, and the pressure from her lips as she sucked on it was almost like biting. Because of the increased suction, she was making gurgling sounds as she sucked. Even more unbelievable was that she managed to swallow most of my 16-17 centimeter penis.

This lewd scene spurred me to grab her hair tightly, helping her to penetrate even deeper. I felt the glans hitting her throat repeatedly, and she would gag and vomit, which greatly satisfied my deep-seated sadistic desires.

While I was playing around like this, I caught a glimpse of her huge, drooping breasts, which were swaying violently. I thought to myself, I can't let these treasures go to waste, so I pinched her nipples, which were still bouncing wildly in the air, and used them to swing her breasts.

As I played around, I thought, since this slut is already giving me oral sex, I might as well do her breasts too!
So I split up and pulled her breasts forward, pulling them towards me. Distracted by me, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. When I inserted my penis into her deep cleavage, her two plump breasts sandwiched my penis, she immediately understood what I meant and said, "You're so naughty. It's not enough for your mouth to serve you, you also want to enjoy my breasts!"

I didn't say anything, just gave her a lewd smile. Seeing that I was determined to play, she said again, "You were just making excuses a moment ago, but now you're pushing your luck and going further and further." "Fine, you've already stripped me down to this extent, I might as well add another dish to your meal."

As soon as she finished speaking, she cupped her large, full breasts in her hands and began to move them up and down around my penis. Then, she lowered her head and took my glans into her mouth, playing with it in conjunction with her hands. This way, her breasts moved downwards, exposing part of my penis in her mouth, and her mouth moved upwards, exposing part of my penis being gripped by her breasts. Her mouth would also occasionally secrete excess saliva for lubrication.

The friction of her breasts combined with the skillful licking of her mouth created a torrent of pleasure that hit me right in the head. "Damn! Today I'm not only adding another dish, I'm going to have a feast!" "When lust overwhelms reason, it makes one reckless. I reached under her armpits and suddenly lifted her up from her kneeling position. Before she could even stand up, I swiftly grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. Then, I used my thumbs to hook her stockings and panties down to her knees.
In an instant, this slut was undressed, stunned by my swift and fluid movements. Looking down at her, I saw a pair of still-trembling, snow-white breasts exposed by her open shirt. Her bra, strapless, had already fallen down. A pleated skirt covered her waist and hips, and thick, dark pubic hair concealed her voluptuous vulva. Her stockings and panties, crumpled up by me, hung on her knees, and there was a faint glimpse of moisture between her legs."

When she came to her senses, she hurriedly pushed away my clutches and backed away, desperately pleading in a low voice, "No, please, not here... Oh, your thing is too big, what if someone comes?" "

Damn it, I'm going to do it to you right here! The louder you scream, the more exciting it is."

At this point, I didn't give her a chance to explain. I grabbed her and pulled her over, twisting her hips and making her "backwards." Because she was still struggling, her center of gravity shifted forward, and her upper body leaned forward, sticking her buttocks towards me.

Then I looked at the cleft between her legs. Goodness, her pubic hair was already wet and stuck to her labia majora with this slut's own juices. Her thick labia minora were also squeezed out of the labia majora, rubbing from side to side with the movement of her legs. There were still glistening dewdrops hanging on them, swaying and captivating.
"Fuck! Look at your own cunt, it's soaking wet, and you're still being coy and saying no. I think you can't say no, can you?"

I could no longer suppress my lust. My hands, which had been supporting her hips, spread wide and gripped her buttocks tightly. My thumbs forcefully pried open her labia, and I thrust my erect penis into her foaming cunt, penetrating deep inside, all the way to her core. Then, I grabbed her buttocks and began to thrust in and out, pulling her body. Seeing that I had her, she gave up struggling and let me do as I pleased.

As I continued, I felt my hands getting lighter. Looking closer, I realized—damn! This cunt was aroused! She was now gripping my desk, leaning forward, legs slightly bent, actively stroking my penis, moaning "Oh...ah..."

I thrust even harder, responding enthusiastically.

At this moment, the sounds of fucking and moaning filled my office, and the fishy smell between the slut's legs spread as our bodily fluids evaporated. I felt that the slut's movements were getting faster and faster, and her vagina was getting tighter and tighter, as if she was about to have an orgasm. I also gradually tightened my sphincter. But just as I was about to ejaculate, someone knocked on my office door...

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Of all times, why did they have to come at this time? It was really annoying. I had no choice but to suppress my urge to ejaculate and forcefully held back my semen. I pushed away the self-absorbed Ya Nan and said, "Hurry up and finish work!"
Then I opened the door while hurriedly tidying up my clothes. The

person who came was none other than my old friend, Lao Zheng. Although he's called Lao Zheng, he's not actually that old. He's a middle-aged man in his forties, with a greasy head, a plump body, a calm personality, and a round face that always wears a kind smile. The younger staff at the hotel all call him "Lao" Zheng.

Lao Zheng is one of the few remaining veterans at the hotel, currently holding a minor position, mainly in charge of logistics. When I first joined the hotel, we had a lot of business dealings, and because of his honest character, we became close friends despite our age difference. He's also one of the few reliable people at the hotel I can trust to talk to.

After the "battlefield" was mostly cleaned up, I opened the door and invited Lao Zheng in. The moment he entered my office, I noticed a subtle, almost imperceptible change in his eyes. Seeing Ya Nan still deliberately taking his time fixing his appearance, I quickly asked Lao Zheng why I was there to distract him.

Lao Zheng sat down on the sofa as he spoke, and I sat down beside him. After Ya Nan left, I noticed the lewd atmosphere in my room and hurriedly took out cigarettes to smoke with Lao Zheng, trying to cover up the unpleasant smell.

That day, after Lao Zheng finished discussing work, he unexpectedly started chatting with me. The conversation drifted to him and his lover, and he even went so far as to say things like, "Women in brothels are very fickle; be careful of fickle women," and "Women are classified by purity: platinum, gold, 24k gold, 18k gold; never choose gold-plated women," and so on.
Lao Zheng is usually very discreet; he only talks about things unrelated to work at his home or my apartment when we're drinking and discussing current events. This cunning Lao Zheng had guessed everything we'd done. I understood his well-intentioned advice, but at that moment, my mind was consumed by lust, and I couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

As I was leaving, Lao Zheng patted my shoulder meaningfully, and I responded with a perfunctory smile, which made Lao Zheng shake his head helplessly.

After dealing with my colleagues' celebration party that evening, I rushed to my apartment. I knew there was an empty, eagerly awaiting hole waiting for me there, and tonight a great battle was bound to happen, which was exactly the kind of cathartic release I desperately needed.

When I opened the door, I saw Ya Nan standing barefoot on the floor. In her passionate eyes, I read her fervent longing for me. From her wet hair and fair, tender skin, I knew she had already taken a shower. She was wearing a black lace nightgown, the straps and the cups of her bra pushing her large breasts together to reveal a deep cleavage. The hem of the short dress just covered her mysterious black triangle, exposing her two fair and slender legs.

Ya Nan's figure was full and well-proportioned but not bloated, with a prominent bust and buttocks, a wasp waist and wide hips, a shapely and perfect figure, the kind of figure that is rare for an AV actress. Coupled with the unique mystery of the black lace nightgown, she exuded an alluring aura. I couldn't help but take a few steps forward and kiss her tightly.
Unable to control my excitement, I immediately started to touch her all over. One hand kept rubbing her breasts, while the other hand explored the secret place between her legs. I found a strip of panties in the way, so I simply lifted it up and pushed it aside. I used my middle finger to slide along the slit of her flesh, past her labia majora and minora, and inserted it into her vagina to tease her. I found that she was already wet. I then pushed her towards the bedroom.

She then dodged my lips, her mouth free to grumble coquettishly, "You're back so late! All you do is drink and party outside, leaving me waiting at home. You're so eager to do this as soon as you get back, don't you care about your sweat and alcohol stench? Come on, let me wash you first!"

Slightly drunk, I let her do as she pleased, taking off my clothes and sitting in the bathtub. Surrounded by the warm bathwater, the day's fatigue and the slight drunkenness immediately lessened. While she was washing my body with shower gel, I noticed she was washing my penis with extra care. She repeatedly scrubbed the glans of my erect penis, pulled back the foreskin, and massaged my scrotum repeatedly. She even carefully massaged my anus with her fingers.

After the bath, she dried me off, and then she led me to the bedroom, her small hand holding my penis. Our two white bodies immediately intertwined on the bed. As we tumbled and rolled around in each other's arms, she pushed me onto my back, and then her little mouth began to kiss my way down my body, pausing at my nipples and navel before getting straight to the point. I saw her kneeling between my spread legs, her head bobbing up and down as she serviced me with her mouth, one hand teasing my testicles, the other reaching between her legs to masturbate.

The tightness and warmth of her mouth were no less than that of her vagina. Although lying there comfortably was indeed quite nice, seeing her looking so itchy, I thought I should "interact"
a bit, so I said, "Man, man, I want some water!"

At this moment, she jokingly put my glans in her mouth, raised her head, and looked at me questioningly. Afraid that she would misunderstand, I added, "I want to drink water—the slutty water from your spring!"

She was very happy after understanding my intention and became even more attentive. She used her small mouth to suck on my glans and moved her legs around my penis to change positions. When she knelt on me with her legs spread apart, presenting her entire vulva in front of me, I realized that the panties under her black lace skirt were actually those
t-back panties, made of just a few thin strings and a small piece of cloth, with the least amount

of .

A thin string divided her buttocks in two, highlighting two round, plump buttocks. The thin gauze clinging to her vulva barely covered the cleft between her thighs, exposing her thick, dark pubic hair and full mons pubis. Even a patch of wet labia minora was squeezed out, glistening with lust. The panties barely covered her anus and vaginal opening.

The provocation of these panties made my blood boil even more. I grabbed the thin string inside her buttocks and pulled it to the side, hanging it on one of Ya Nan's buttocks. Because she was sticking her buttocks out, I didn't even need to move my hand; Ya Nan's entire lower body was wide open.

Two labia minora, engorged and open with extreme excitement, a writhing, dripping vulva, an anus that contracted slightly with each breath... Before I could admire it enough, Ya Nan's big buttocks pressed firmly against my face, constantly rubbing from side to side. My mouth and nose were trapped inside her wet cunt without any gap. Luckily, I had the quick thinking to bite her clitoris. The pain from the bite made her lift her buttocks. Otherwise, I would have been in danger of suffocating, no, I should say I was in danger of being raped to death.

After catching my breath, I angrily yelled at her, "Fuck your mother! You think I'm a god, that I don't need to breathe? Fuck!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I retaliated by thrusting my hips hard, shoving the head of my penis deep into her throat.
She was startled and hurriedly spat out my penis, turning her face to the side and dry heaving. After vomiting, she complained, "You rascal, I was just too excited and accidentally... Oh, you don't have to do this to me as revenge, do you? I really want you to kiss me..."

I interjected at the right moment, "Kiss? Kiss what?"

"Kiss... Oh, kiss my... my ass!"

"Okay!"

After saying that, I started to deliberately act silly, grabbing her plump buttocks and smacking them with my mouth, licking them with my tongue, and biting them with my teeth, but avoiding the mound of flesh between her buttocks.

During this time, she sucked and stroked my penis even more vigorously, while constantly moving her buttocks from side to side, trying to find my mouth with her dripping wet pussy. After several unsuccessful attempts, she angrily bit my glans and said, "Please, stop teasing me! I'm so uncomfortable down there, I really need... Oh, since I've been working so hard for you, just give me a kiss!"
"I haven't been idle either, have I? I've tried my best, haven't I? What, is this still not enough? What do you want?"

I teased her on purpose.

"What I want you to kiss is..."

"Where exactly? Just tell me if you need it!"

"You're deliberately making things difficult for me, do I have to say it? Oh, I want... I want you to kiss...
kiss my tender flesh down there!"

"Oh~~ Oh, I have a big bag here, where exactly is it, tell me more clearly."
After a brief internal struggle, she finally mustered up the courage to say, "It's, it's... the... the clitoris... and... and those two petals, and I want my hole too! I'm really in a hurry, please, come quickly!"

As she spoke, she pressed her buttocks against my face again. Since my little scheme had succeeded, with a bit of satisfaction and a bit of intoxication, I stuck out my tongue and licked her clitoris from top to bottom, and licked out her entire clitoral head. Provoked by my words, she trembled violently and
let out a long, satisfied "Oh..." I thought to myself, "Heh heh, this is just the beginning, the real show is yet to come!" Before I took another bite, I subconsciously sniffed her genitals carefully. This sniff led to a significant discovery: this slut had a faint rose scent down there! A thought flashed through my mind: I remembered accompanying her to buy essential oils for aromatherapy once, and most of them were floral. Could it be that this slut had also scented her own genitals? No wonder the scent was so different from the fishy smell in my office this afternoon. This cunt was truly "slutty" to the extreme; I had to admire her cunning.

Since she'd gone to such lengths, I didn't hold back. I stuck out my tongue and licked her labia minora along the path of her vulva, occasionally sucking her clitoris into my mouth and biting it gently, or swallowing her labia minora and sucking on them vigorously.

She was moaning and groaning as I did this

, and simply stroking my penis with her mouth wasn't enough to satisfy her. She kept changing the way she did oral sex, licking the glans and the tip of her tongue, or gently scraping the head with her teeth. She would also smooth out my pubic hair with her hands and suck on my penis like she was eating a popsicle, making "tsk tsk tsk tsk" sounds.
I started "clearing the gates" here—starting from her clitoris and ending at her anus, passing through her clitoris, labia minora, vaginal opening, and anus, all of which were "sweeped" by my tongue. She was so aroused that she would arch her buttocks to actively cooperate with me.

Inspired by me, she began her attack on my groin, initially licking my scrotum and testicles until they were soaked. Then she took each of my balls into her mouth one by one, "melting" them in her mouth. Her tongue then slid down to my perineum.

Here, blocked by my tightly closed buttocks, even with her head buried between my legs, her tongue couldn't reach my anus. In desperation, she cleverly grabbed the back of my knees, bending and lifting my legs into an "M" shape, just like when I used to hold her legs during sex. This exposed my anus completely, and then she began licking it mercilessly.
I simply crossed my legs behind her back, freeing her hands to masturbate while licking my anus. Gradually, this slut's tongue changed tactics, starting to swirl and probe into my anus, making me increasingly aroused. Not to be outdone

, I sharpened my tongue and quickly thrust it into both her holes, while simultaneously pressing and rubbing her clitoris with four fingers of one hand. In no time, this slut's buttocks spasmed, accompanied by contractions of her anus and vagina, and a gush of fluid shot out. Haha! I brought this slut to orgasm and she ejaculated.

After she finished, she lay motionless on top of me like a dead pig. Damn it, you had your fun, but my problem isn't solved yet! I grabbed her waist and flipped her over, switching our positions to a missionary 69. I then spread her legs into an "M" shape, positioning her still-dizzy head between them. I immediately thrust my penis back into her mouth, and two fingers into her two wet holes, one in front and one behind.

"Serves you right for playing dead!"

I then began to ravage all three holes simultaneously, violently violating them.

Watching my fingers "plop...plop..." continuously drawing fluid out, and hearing the "ah ugh...ah ugh..." sounds coming from under her buttocks, the feeling was incredibly exciting and stimulating!

Before I knew it, after only thirty or so thrusts, I ejaculated, pressing my penis firmly against her throat, pouring every last drop of my semen into her esophagus, leaving her no chance to vomit. And it felt like this time, the amount was particularly large. Despite her struggles, I didn't give her a chance to escape until I ejaculated the last drop of semen. Only then did I let her jump up and rush to the toilet to vomit.

Afterwards, as compensation, I showered her with sweet words. Thankfully, judging from the flush on her cheeks and her still slightly trembling body, I felt she still enjoyed the intercourse. What you

sow, you reap. After Ya Nan's repeated efforts to "perform," I finally succumbed and used my power to arrange a low-paying but high-effort position for her.

I originally planned to just muddle through, but as the saying goes, what goes up must come down. With his business booming, the boss gathered resources and energy to develop real estate in a nearby coastal city, leaving the local hotel neglected. He then assigned one of his cousins to manage it.

This thirty-something idiot was utterly clueless, all he had was a mouth, and below that, a typical smooth-talking playboy. From the moment he took over the hotel, he began to recklessly rake in money for himself, disregarding the hotel's survival. If any of us senior executives had the slightest objection, we'd be verbally abused, or worse, fired.

This reckless behavior created chaos in the hotel's management, making it difficult to carry out my work properly, and I was extremely depressed. But I noticed that one person seemed to be thriving and quite pleased with himself—Ya Nan.

She seemed to have vanished from my life all of a sudden. Her current favoritism was undoubtedly due to her pandering to him and "sacrificing" herself for him! Looking back now, I truly feel ashamed of all the hard work Old Zheng had put in back then.
Well, upon reflection, there was really nothing left to linger here, so I simply packed my bags and left. Although I lost a well-paying job, it also allowed me to see a woman I shouldn't have gotten involved with. Luckily, I hadn't gone all the way with her, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable. Life is unpredictable, fortune and misfortune are intertwined, and today's ending is perhaps another kind of transformation between disaster and happiness.

In the days that followed, I changed jobs several times and dated a few girlfriends. Among these girls were quite outstanding, some of them being beautiful, with great figures, and all-around capable women who could grace any occasion and cook with ease.

Perhaps because that disastrous experience had left such a deep impression on me, there was always an unconscious self-protection within me, an indescribable barrier that prevented me from completely opening up to them. As a result, either I hastily fled, or they quietly left me.

This continued until I met my wife. From the first moment I saw her, a long-lost feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart, leading me to make a decision that, in hindsight, was absolutely correct: I wanted to date her.

During our time together, I carefully observed her. From the little things she did, I saw her kindness, virtue, and purity. I knew that my true feelings had been rekindled at that moment. Although my wife could occasionally throw a tantrum, from her care for me and everything she did for me, I knew she truly loved me.

Finding someone who truly loves you in this vast sea of people is no easy feat. I thought that this time
I would absolutely not let this girl, who loved me deeply and whom I loved deeply in return, slip through my
fingers . Thus, the scene at the beginning unfolded. This time, I deliberately kept our relationship low-key, also to conceal my past, trying my best to be restrained and calm. But soon I found myself falling into the whirlpool of love.

(3) Sweet Sexual Encounters

Besides the events mentioned earlier, after my relationship with my wife deepened, she allowed me to explore her genitals. Whenever we met, I would caress her entire body thoroughly, ultimately stopping between her legs.

I was very careful with this area, gently teasing, rubbing, and teasing her labia and clitoris to stimulate her desire, while avoiding touching her vaginal opening, because I wanted to preserve her hymen for my penis. However, frustratingly, whenever I proposed intimacy, my wife would shyly try to refuse, preventing me from succeeding.

This situation continued for a long time. Things changed after a short separation… Due to company business needs, I was assigned to work at a branch office in another city for a period of time. Separated by thousands of miles, we tried everything to alleviate our longing: diaries, letters, phone calls, the internet. But none of it could compare to the real feeling of simply holding hands.

After a long wait, once the business at the company was finished, I hurriedly returned. I booked my flight and immediately called her. Looking back now, the feeling of tightly embracing my lover at the airport is unforgettable.

It was already past 9 pm. She had specially prepared a candlelight dinner for me at my apartment to welcome me back. The moment I entered, gazing at the warm scene: a clean room, an enticing dinner, and the flickering candlelight, I felt a surge of warmth in my eyes and couldn't help but pull her into my arms again.
Everything that followed happened so naturally. My impulses were no longer hindered that night, and I indulged myself passionately. Afterwards, gazing at the vibrant, dazzling virgin flower on the clean, white sheets, we held each other tightly, unable to separate. Our delicious candlelight dinner turned into a late-night snack. We finished eating, laughing and joking, and then we made love again, exchanging our body heat in each intense encounter, creating a shared memory.

From then on, we became true lovers, inseparable like glue. My wife carefully preserved the blood-stained sheet; it is the truest testament to our love.

Regarding my wife's figure, I should mention that she has a slightly plump waist, but her limbs are fleshy yet well-proportioned. She has full breasts and a round bottom; when she walks, her breasts sway slightly up and down, while her bottom sways from side to side in a "twisting" motion. By today's fashionable standards, she's not exactly "appealing," but I don't know why, I've fallen for her figure, especially during sex. My hands would constantly caress that soft mound beneath me, and it truly lived up to the saying: "Skinny women are beautiful, plump women are practical," haha!

What I loved most was after we finished, during her brief respite, lighting a cigarette and sitting beside her, slowly admiring her naked body: her chubby arms, full breasts, rounded mons pubis, sparse pubic hair, and rounded buttocks. Occasionally, she would wake up, turn to her side, prop her face up with one hand, and gaze at me with deep affection. It felt like admiring a beautiful classical nude painting—graceful, noble, and elegant.

The sweet rewards of love gave me motivation, and soon my career was also thriving. We had our own sweet little home, and after a carefully planned, passionate proposal, she willingly changed her status from my girlfriend to my wife.

The days after our marriage were filled with sweetness. We had our own free space. On holidays, we would lock ourselves at home, naked together all day, making love whenever and wherever we wanted. Our battlefields were everywhere in our little nest: the balcony bathed in morning light, the kitchen filled with the aroma of dinner in the evening, the study filled with the faint smell of tobacco and the rich aroma of red wine late at night…

And so, I began to cultivate my wife's sexual desires. Occasionally, I would find some ordinary Japanese adult films and play them on my high-fidelity home theater in the living room. I feel that I generally prefer Japanese adult films. On the one hand, because Asians have similar body types, they are easier to accept as introductory tutorials; on the other hand, the way those pure and cute actresses in Japanese films suck penises is particularly tempting, as if what they are sucking is not a smelly penis, but a refreshing, sweet popsicle. The greedy licking is also something I yearn for.

At first, my wife would scold me for being a pervert, but gradually she was also infected by the stimulating images on TV. Her little hands started to wander and touch my penis, and I gently touched her vulva with my hand. "Good, my wife's lower body is already wet. You still call me a pervert? Don't you want it too? Isn't your lower body wet too?" I thought, and seized the opportunity to speed up the movements of the hand between her legs, constantly rubbing her clitoris and labia, inserting my middle finger into her vagina and teasing it; my other hand wandered to her pair of large breasts, gently rubbing her breasts and teasing her nipples; my mouth was not idle either, and at this time I had already kissed her other nipple and licked and sucked it.
In this way, my wife was soon panting and unable to control her sexual desire. I used the images on TV to guide my wife to lie face down on the sofa, sticking her buttocks up and sitting back as far as possible, exposing her tender vulva that was exuding a slightly seductive aura. Looking at her again, her thick labia majora were parted, a few dark pubic hairs lay flat on them, and her labia minora were also covered with love juice and stood erect due to engorgement. The clitoris was mostly still wrapped in the clitoral skin, with only the tip peeking out. Her vaginal opening twitched slightly, squeezing out waves of fluid.

I sat on the sofa behind my wife, cupped her large buttocks in my hands, and brought my mouth to them. I first gave her buttocks several deep kisses, and then slowly moved my lips from the sides of her vulva towards the center. I really liked the smell inside my wife's vulva. Because we were always very casually naked at home, there were no clothes covering her, so it was well-ventilated. In addition, my wife was very clean and often washed herself down there, so the smell wasn't particularly strong. It was just a slightly fishy smell mixed with her body fragrance, and occasionally a hint of soap. It was especially enjoyable when I gave her oral sex.

Some online articles claim that a woman's vagina emits an alluring fragrance, but these are mostly exaggerations. Consider that it's sandwiched between two excretory organs, so well-covered and hidden—where would the fragrance come from? However, with good hygiene habits and careful attention to the health of one's reproductive organs, such as washing before oral sex, the actual situation isn't as foul-smelling as some people describe.

Before giving my wife oral sex, I always sniff her, letting my breath tease her opening. The "equipment" encased in her labia majora is quite delicate and charming; the two labia minora, neither too long nor too short, neither too thin nor too thick, are slightly closed, half-concealing the entrance, enticing me to enter.
I'm not used to that so-called "butterfly pussy." The two large labia minora are wrinkled from being soaked in vaginal fluid, and when pulled apart, they cover the outer labia majora. Pulling them outwards further opens the vaginal opening wide, pulling out the inner vaginal walls and leaving a large, dark "bottomless pit." While visually stimulating, swallowing it feels like chewing two pieces of braised pig's ears—very greasy.

My wife's pink labia minora are quite distinctive; the right one is slightly larger than the left. Holding them in my mouth and gently rubbing them with my tongue, the soft, smooth texture is truly intoxicating. With just a slight touch, my wife gets aroused; she gently sways her hips from side to side to match my movements. Then, I press my thumb on her clitoris and gently rub it, exposing her little bean, like a small pink grape, swollen and luscious.

I licked her with my tongue, and with each lick, my wife would shudder and moan, "Oh...oh...ah...ah..."

I took her clitoris into my mouth and sucked hard, my tongue teasing her even faster. She became even more excited, her hips thrusting and her buttocks rising and falling, actively responding to my stimulation, her whole body trembling and burning.

I moved my mouth to her vaginal opening, scraping my tongue across it repeatedly, my fingers constantly grinding her clitoris, ensuring all her sensitive areas were constantly stimulated. By this time, my wife was completely exhausted, her upper body slumped on the sofa, barely able to keep her large buttocks raised as I ravaged her.

Hearing her near-exhausted breathing, I stopped my oral sex to give her a moment to recover, both mentally and physically. "I can't let you enjoy yourself all by yourself," I thought. Thinking this to myself, I lifted one of her legs to make room, then lay down beneath her in a 69 position, deliberately displaying my erect penis in front of her. Inspired by porn, she grasped it with one hand and began to stroke it. I promptly reminded her that it was best to use both her hands and mouth. She shyly called me a bad guy, but her little mouth obeyed my instruction and took the glans into her mouth.
At first, the licking and stroking wasn't very enjoyable. My wife was still a novice in this type of intercourse, and her technique was rather rough. So I turned up the volume on the stereo with the remote to attract her attention. My naturally intelligent wife understood and started to imitate the oral techniques of the actresses in the movies, and the sensation on my penis gradually improved.
I restarted the oral work, sticking out my tongue as far as possible and curling it into a tube shape, imitating my penis as I thrust it into her little pussy, while my fingers continued to rub her clitoris. My wife clearly enjoyed this move. While enjoying my tongue service, she quickened her own mouth movements, even mimicking the effect of her own vagina by increasing the suction to tighten around my penis. In this respect, I think my wife is a great sexual partner. She understands many things intuitively with just a little prompting and quickly becomes proficient without any instruction.

Compared to regular intercourse, I prefer this 69 position with oral sex. I think this special method of intercourse is a favorite of many couples! Although we might show some disdain or disgust in public, we probably use it frequently in bed, right? In normal genital intercourse, even if both partners fully engage in the activity and try new techniques, as long as it involves genital contact, regardless of the position, one person will always be in a passive position. This is an unchangeable drawback of genital intercourse.
The 69 position of oral sex doesn't have these shortcomings. Whether it's the missionary position, the woman-on-top position, or the standing inverted position, as long as you use oral sex during intercourse, you will unconsciously involve each other's mouths and hands, making them substitutes or enhancements for each other's genitals. This not only enhances the stimulation of sexual sensations for both partners but also completely changes the situation where one party is in a passive position.

As the desire of both partners intensifies, they will use their mouths to simulate their own genitals to "serve" each other's genitals. This creates a situation where they not only receive but also give. The more they receive, the more they will reflexively give. This is like adding fuel to a fire; the more fuel you add, the stronger the flame and the higher the temperature, until finally, they melt into the flames of sexual desire.
The harder I thrust my tongue into her vagina, the more vigorously she would suck my penis with her mouth; when I rubbed her clitoris, she would play with my testicles, and even tease and rub my perineum and anus with her fingers, so that both my wife and I could clearly feel the trembling from the depths of each other's hearts.
Even though my wife's technique was quite skilled, she was still slightly less proficient than me in this aspect. After a few rounds, my wife's body went limp in a spasm, and she lay motionless on top of me, no longer having the desire to suck my penis. Touching my face covered with my wife's sticky love juice, I knew that my wife had reached the brief pause after orgasm.

I gave up the attack of my tongue and stopped to quietly appreciate the rapid opening and closing of my wife's vagina due to orgasm, occasionally gently kissing her vulva to let her slowly savor the afterglow of her orgasm. As she gradually regained consciousness, I straightened my body, leaning against the sofa in a half-sitting, half-lying position. I helped her sit on top of me in a squatting position, letting her vagina envelop my penis. I held her waist and began to stroke her.
I chose this position for three reasons: first, it allowed her to take control of the situation right after her initial orgasm, controlling the depth and pace, which helped her regain her psychological sensitivity; second, because she was squatting, this position made her vagina tighter, bringing more pleasure to my penis at a lower frequency of intercourse; and third, it allowed her to slowly expend her energy during the preparation for her next orgasm.
After all, her status as an office lady limited her stamina. After only a few minutes of squatting and stroking my penis, she gasped and begged for mercy: "Oh... darling... I really don't have any strength left, I can't do it anymore, we've been playing for so long, shouldn't we switch partners?"

"You've already had one (orgasm), do you want more..."

I teased her while thrusting my penis.

"You naughty teaser, you've been going on for so long and you still haven't ejaculated, don't you want to?"

(Long? We've only been doing it for a few minutes, it's clearly because you're not stamina!)

I said, using her tone as an excuse, "Yes, I really want to. Come on, lie down, let me 'love' you properly again!"

At this point, I would help her find a comfortable supine position on the sofa, then spread her legs wide, exposing her vulva and opening her vagina, and thrust my penis in.

At first, I would thrust into her cunt in a certain rhythm, alternating between deep and shallow thrusts. After a while, my wife would start to moan softly, "Oh...oh...uh...uh..."

Because I haven't explored her enough, my wife's moans are rather monotonous due to shyness, and she can't say words like "harder" or "more force" that clearly indicate a desire for sex. I can only judge her level of sexual arousal by the volume of her moans and the speed of her breathing.

I still prefer to bring my wife to the peak of sexual desire first, and then ejaculate during the intense contractions of her vagina at the moment of orgasm. At that point, I won't bother with any "deep" or "shallow" techniques; any gentle approach would be counterproductive. I imagine myself as a 100-meter sprinter who has already started, with only one goal left: to "sprint" towards the finish line, "sprint" and "sprint" some more!

The position of my wife's wet vagina on the sofa is just right for me to hold her legs, lean forward, and insert my penis. This position is very conducive to using my waist and body weight to generate power. Due to the "sprint" mentality, I continuously and quickly pull my penis in and out, feeling the resistance as the glans pushes through the cervix to reach the clitoris. I thrust harder and harder, each time penetrating deep into the clitoris. At this moment, I have no more reservations, because the harder I fuck her now, the more intense the pleasure I will give her, as if I want to fuck her vagina until it's fully developed.

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