Wife's special hobbies

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It wasn't until several years into our marriage that I discovered my wife's unusual hobby: she enjoyed saying lewd things and exposing herself. After discovering this new side of hers, we fantasized about having a third person join us during sex, whether male or female; it always felt incredibly exciting. However, whenever I asked her about the feasibility of a threesome afterwards, she would evade the question, saying it was just rambling nonsense during special times and shouldn't be taken seriously. After a few times, I realized that training a woman requires physical intimacy, but not rushing things. Subsequently, I focused on awakening her sense of shame and encouraging her to accept new stimuli, with considerable success. My wife also has a slight masochistic tendency, far from being a submissive, but she secretly craves a slightly rougher approach from her man. Whenever I penetrate her from behind, I would occasionally slap her buttocks. At first, it was gentle patting and kneading, but over time it evolved into forceful slaps. Every touch of my hand on her plump buttocks, accompanied by the movement of my penis in her vagina, would elicit low moans like a female animal.

I felt it was necessary to increase my wife's stimulation in this area, so I learned rope bondage. The next time I tied the soft, long rope to my wife's even softer body, her vagina became wet. Every time my hand traced the rope across her nipples and lower abdomen, she would let out a satisfied moan. Once, I conquered her with the rope, and she changed her address, no longer calling me "brother" but "master." She also readily became my "little bitch." Of course, these terms were limited to the bedroom. Afterward, we became increasingly craving excitement and constantly sought it out. When the weather warmed up, I wanted to try taking her out for sex, called "blue rape" in Japanese. I thought their terminology was more interesting: blue sky, white sun, green grass, two white flesh overlapping. "Blue rape" was infinitely more elegant and lewd than the inexplicable and unaesthetic term "outdoor sex."

I made ample preparations for that "blue rape." Although the season of lush grass and flying birds was warm, the night temperature still felt a bit chilly, so I had my wife wear a trench coat, just a trench coat. Inside, ropes were tied in a decorative pattern, tightly binding her vulva and breasts. With each step she took, the friction of the ropes intensified her itching. She wore a red thong and open-crotch, body-hugging stockings—though called body-hugging, it really just exposed her beautiful buttocks. With her trench coat buttoned up, no one could imagine that such a dignified and elegant woman would wear such a wanton and seductive outfit underneath. At 8:30 PM, we drove to a park some distance from home. In the spring evening, the park wasn't particularly crowded. Besides the dancing aunties, strolling uncles, and playing children in the square, only couples tucked away in the corners.

Entering the park, my hand, through her coat, caressed her plump buttocks, gently kneading and pushing her forward. This was my wife's first time doing this, and I could feel her tension; every step was cautious, and she was trying to suppress the lustful fluids and stimulation overflowing from her vulva through the gaps in the ropes. Every ten meters or so, she would stop and not move. I asked her why, and she said the rope was so tight she was almost at orgasm and couldn't walk anymore. I found an empty stone bench in the woods and helped her sit down. In the distance, I could vaguely see couples sitting on other stone benches, some kissing, some embracing. "Let me see how much fluid is coming out of your pussy?" I teased my wife as soon as we sat down. "Feel it yourself, it's a lot," my wife answered shyly. "I said look, not touch," I emphasized the word "look." My wife realized what I wanted to do, hesitated for a moment, and slowly unbuttoned her coat. How lewd, how exciting. As the coat opened, I saw a voluptuous body bound tightly with red rope, the fluid seeping from her thong soaking the back of her coat, and even the crotchless stockings near her inner thighs were stained with traces of fluid. I grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple, hardened by the combined effects of lust and the cold air. She let out a soft moan. "Is it exciting?" My hands roamed over her breasts and lower abdomen. "So exciting, I can't take it anymore." My wife sat on the stool, her coat open, legs spread open for me to caress her private parts. "What should I do if I can't take it anymore?" I continued, my hands still on her breasts, my words still lewd.

"Please fuck me, use your big cock to fuck me." My wife was already at her limit, her whole body burning, every inch of her skin revealing a softness that craved male lust. I stood in front of her, pulled down a bit of my sweatpants, revealing my erect, dripping cock, and shoved it into her mouth. My wife's oral skills were superb; kissing, sucking, swallowing, every movement was very serious, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and occasionally a few deep throats. I once commented on her oral skills in bed, not many men could last more than ten minutes. At this moment, while enjoying the caresses of her tongue and lips, I kneaded her full breasts with my hands. As the pressure from my hands increased, her breathing and oral movements became more and more intense. Afraid that I might ejaculate in her mouth due to the stimulation, I quickly pulled out my penis when I was almost finished. Looking at my wife, she looked unsatisfied and eager. I half-pulled down my pants, sat down, and gestured for her to sit on my penis facing me. My wife obediently guided my penis to her vagina and sat down. I felt my penis, which had been slightly cool from the evening breeze, instantly enter a warm and moist place. With each of her movements, I felt a gentle mouth constantly swallowing and releasing my lower body. She lay on top of me, putting her nipples in my mouth, letting me stimulate her sensitive spots. Just then, I heard two people talking not far away. I turned around and saw a couple slowly walking towards us. I quickly covered her with her coat and let her lie on top of me. My wife knew someone was coming and shyly lay on my shoulder without moving. Soon, the couple approached us. They clearly noticed our unusual behavior, constantly scanning us as we sat on the stone bench, one above the other. Although the light was dim, I could still see the lewd, satisfied grin on the boy's face after his successful voyeurism, and sense the girl's shy yet thrilled expression. They had been walking quickly, but suddenly slowed down as they passed us, admiring our lewd behavior as they went. Even I found it incredibly exciting, so I decided to go all in. I pulled up my trench coat, revealing half of my wife's buttocks, her open-crotch stockings almost reaching her waist, and resumed the thrusting I had paused earlier. "Are you crazy?" my wife whispered fearfully in my ear, seeing my bold actions. I didn't answer her, but continued thrusting vigorously. Seeing how unconcerned we were, the couple probably felt embarrassed. The girl pulled the boy away quickly, while the boy reluctantly left my sight, looking back every few steps. Watching them walk away, I could no longer withstand the combined stimulation of my penis and my mind. A stream of heat shot into my wife's vagina, my penis trembling and rubbing against her clitoris. My wife collapsed onto me, satisfied. Our nude game came to a perfect end.

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