Harmonious sex with my husband

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I feel that very few couples have sex as harmonious and passionate as my husband. He often remarkes, "There may be others as good as us, but there's no one better." By "good," he means harmony and passion, especially harmony. I completely agree with him. Every time we have sex, I experience multiple orgasms quickly. In recent years, it's gotten to the point where, if my husband is willing, foreplay also brings me to orgasm, and the orgasms during penetration are continuous, without any plateaus—it's always at its peak.

My husband and I love each other very much and have been married for seven years. He's ten years older than me and spoils me a bit. We can tell our love story slowly, but today I want to talk about our sex life the day before yesterday. Please, fellow lovers, see if we're being narrow-minded.

Because I'm writing in detail, it might be a little risqué (sorry!), but I hope everyone realizes one thing, as my husband often says: only love can bring about this kind of sex.

Seeing so much promiscuity and casual sex, I can proudly say: only such pure and profound love can reach the pinnacle of sex.

My husband was away on a business trip for a week and is back today. Because the children weren't home, and we were bursting with passion, we made love twice, at noon and in the evening.

At noon: He came out of the bathroom, nestled beside me, and hugged me. I pulled away, saying I needed to shower. He said, "No, I don't need to shower." He

leaned down to kiss me, his urgency making me strongly feel his need.

I laughed and pushed him away, going to the bathroom myself.

After showering, I opened the door and saw him standing there. He took a towel and helped me dry, whispering, "Shall I carry you to bed?" This gentle tenderness subtly conveyed his love. I smiled faintly, "Can I carry you

?" After drying me, he swept me up in his arms. He was very tall, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, asking, "Is it heavy?"

He laughed, "No, it's just right."

We reached the bed in a few steps. He put me down, pressed me against him, and began kissing me, one arm around me, the other caressing my breasts. My reactions to him are always quick, unusually quick. When he kissed me, I was already aroused, and now my whole body felt weak. My moans seemed to excite him, for his hand, which had been holding me, began to wander, moving downwards to my genitals.

He wasn't very sensitive, and his touch there was a little painful, but that pain only fueled my desire. A familiar passion quickly welled up inside me, then surged through my entire body, and I gradually straightened up.

He keenly sensed my change and quickened his pace. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, gently teasing me, licking my lips in circles. I reached out to suckle, but he pulled away.

He rarely teased me like this, leaving me utterly bewildered. Yet, he simultaneously pinched my most sensitive nipples with one hand and my most vulnerable clitoris with the other, a three-pronged attack, accompanied by whispered "Baby! I love you!" in my ear. This made me

arch my back, opening my mouth to seek and suckle his tongue, as if to reciprocate his caresses, but in reality, I was unable to resist and was about to climax. My body was burning, flames leaping wildly. As I turned, my thighs brushed against his penis—so big and hard! An orgasm overwhelmed me instantly. My legs straightened and trembled violently. I couldn't breathe; even my moans turned into muffled groans deep in my throat.

He was greatly encouraged, his hands kneading my breasts vigorously. Suddenly, he grabbed my legs and spread them apart. I felt him kiss my lower abdomen, then something soft and warm pressed against my clitoris, quickly licking it.

Ah! I moaned—it was his tongue. How could he, so conservative, kiss me here?

He skillfully licked my clitoris, occasionally poking at my vulva with his tongue; it must be overflowing with fluid! I continued to orgasm, hearing myself call his name—my favorite—my voice already muffled.

I don't know how much time passed, but the tide gradually receded.

He got up to put on a condom. Many people would think putting on a condom at this moment is a downer, but we didn't. The temporary separation only intensified my longing.

I snuggled against him like a cat, my face gently rubbing against his leg. Looking at his enormous penis, my body trembled involuntarily. He turned and hugged me, kissing me, then parted my legs, spreading my legs wide.

His penis rubbed against the entrance before suddenly thrusting in, penetrating all the way in. I gasped, then gasped again. He leaned down, pressing me firmly against him, and asked softly,

"Is it good? Is it full?" His penis was so big, it really felt so full. I closed my eyes. Usually, I'd reach orgasm like this, but today I tried to control myself. Remembering what some women online said about voluntary contractions, I gently lifted my hips and contracted my lower body. He felt it, thrusting a few times. I signaled him to stop, continuing to contract.

He laughed, "You told me not to move, but you did." He started thrusting again, harder and harder, while kneading my breasts with his hands. The intoxicating orgasm overwhelmed me again. I was powerless to resist or control myself, letting him take me wherever he wanted.

The orgasms he gave me were continuous; for as long as he did it, I orgasmed. He liked to pin me down, and I was obsessed with his pressure; his weight and speed were the source of my continuous orgasms. My whole body was trembling, and my lower body involuntarily contracted in waves. He gently exclaimed, "That feels so good!"

My head was sandwiched between four large pillows. I felt boundless joy inside, but my face must have been in unbearable pain, so I turned my head to the side and buried my face in the pillows. He kept kissing me, asking, "Is it good? Is it comfortable?" I couldn't speak,

I could only nod. He thrust hard, and at the peak of my orgasm, I knew nothing more than that my legs were being moved and pushed around by him, sometimes on his shoulders, sometimes bent against my chest. When he kissed my toes, I couldn't take it anymore, so I straightened my legs and body, trembling violently. He pressed down on me, thrusting violently, and I couldn't help but moan loudly, "Baby! I can't take it anymore!" I grabbed his hair and pulled desperately, and he shouted excitedly, "Pull harder! Pull harder!" I was already incoherent, "Good brother! Good baby! I can't take it anymore!"

He panted, "Baby, you can."

"Good man! I really can't take it anymore! You're killing me!"

"Good brother, please spare me!"

I really couldn't take it anymore. I had been having orgasms since he started flirting, and it had been going on non-stop until now, and I felt my strength was starting to fail me.

He launched his strongest and most powerful attack, and my body seemed to be controlled by him rather than by me, quickly responding to him and starting a new round of orgasms. He thrust and whispered, "You can do it, baby!" He pressed heavily on me, hugged me tightly and kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth. I sucked on him, and he simultaneously inserted his tongue and penis into the deepest part of my body, then suddenly stopped.

I knew he was about to climax; this signal felt like an injection of the most powerful energy potion. My hips rose high, pressing tightly against him, my arms and legs entwining around him like an octopus. At the moment he ejaculated, a powerful, dizzying contraction erupted within me again. He was so strong, his ejaculation exceptionally clear. Each thrust made me involuntarily contract, as if squeezing or sucking his penis, my hips undulating excitedly. One thrust after another… his rhythm matched mine, my frequency matched his, so astonishingly synchronized, so incomparably harmonious.

I was born for him, and he was born for me.

His rhythm slowed, and I slowed down too. He gradually stopped moving, but I remained trembling, my passion still surging.

He sighed softly, “So good! So clean!” Each thrust was accompanied by a sucking sensation; I knew he felt a particularly clean and pleasurable climax.

He held me tightly, waiting for my climax to subside. After each simultaneous climax, I would tremble like this for a long time. After I finally calmed down, an unintentional, affectionate gesture or a teasing remark from him would make me tremble again. He teased me about it quite a bit.

I said, "Come out, it's too tiring to hold it in like this." His penis is very large; even after ejaculation, it stays inside for a long time without falling out.

He pulled out his penis, and I saw a lot inside my condom. I was a little shy and turned my face away, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him looking very smug.

He lay down and hugged me, letting out a long sigh: "You did the best today!" Then, after a moment's thought, he added, "Why do I always feel like I did the best?!" He looked puzzled.

I felt the same way. We

remained silent for a long time, both savoring the moment. A little embarrassed, I asked him, "I tried to do what others call voluntary contraction, why didn't you let me?"

He said, "You kept contracting, from the moment I entered. But when I ejaculated, you changed; the strength and frequency of your contractions increased, just like my ejaculation rhythm."

He sighed again.

"Like a mouth-like contraction?"

He nodded, adding that it was even better than that.

I wanted him to elaborate, like the husbands I read about online. That would be too much for him. Thinking this, I drifted off to sleep.

What a wonderful sleep!

That evening, he had a business dinner, so I waited at the beauty salon until 9:30 before he picked me up. As I got in the car, I realized I hadn't ridden in his car for a while. Sitting next to him, watching him drive, I felt incredibly safe, incredibly dependent, and even a little submissive. I found him so sexy.

So I suggested we go somewhere quiet, maybe we could do *that*. I was too shy to say it directly, but he understood.

He objected. He's a very cryptic person; he never directly objects to me. For example, this time, he just smiled slightly and didn't reply. When I brought it up again, he asked, "Where to?"

Of course, I didn't know where to go, and I didn't actually intend to go outside. I just liked teasing him, so I said,

"Wherever we end up, that's where we'll go."

He pondered for a moment, then mentioned a "dry raping" case that had happened by the ZZJ River.

I quickly asked what a "dry raping" case was. He said a policeman would go and arrest couples meeting in the wild, send the man back to get money, then rape and murder the woman. The man would return and say the woman had been released. He killed six or seven people in total.

I gaped, simply exclaiming in shock, "How cruel!" He nodded and sighed.

It must have been true, but he never liked talking about these things, so I quickly realized he was just trying to scare me. I immediately pouted and said, "I want to 'do it dry,' otherwise you won't get anything good when we get home!"

He said seriously, "I wasn't thinking about it. I got home so late, and I was even thinking about how to do the check-up on the way." I felt

a surge of warmth in my heart. I waited for him for a long time, knowing he had a social engagement, but I wasn't in a hurry or angry.

However, his apology and concern showed that he still cared about my feelings.

I took his hand and stopped nagging and threatening.

We agreed that he would go to park the car while I went upstairs. But I wandered around downstairs again, bought some fruit, and wasted quite a bit of time.

When I came in, he was sitting there in a daze. When he saw me, he immediately said that we were out of condoms and that he had forgotten something else in the car.

I immediately got impatient with him: "Why didn't you go to buy some for so long?"

I ordered, "You're not allowed to go! We're not doing it today."

Of course, he objected, but he still wouldn't say it directly. He coaxed me, "I won't go, I won't buy condoms," and then said, "You still need to take that thing from the car, right?"

I said stubbornly, "I won't take it."

He seemed thoughtful: "Why is everything going so badly today? Why are we so out of sync?"

Oh dear! I hated him talking about luck and such, and I couldn't let it get out of hand.

I immediately surrendered: "Go ahead, go ahead." I muttered to myself, "Why didn't you say so earlier! I just passed by the pharmacy and bought some directly, it would have been so much easier."

He chuckled secretly, and I suddenly realized I was being hypocritical. I said no, then said I'd buy condoms myself. So I shamelessly ordered, "Hurry up this time."

He immediately laughed, "I'll run back."

And he did come back quickly.

I had already showered and washed the fruit. When he came out of the bathroom, I quickly peeled some lychees for him. He ate one, then couldn't wait to touch me, and then pressed me down on the bed to kiss me.

I struggled and said I'd already eaten fruit. He said I just wanted to eat you. Good heavens! We just did it at noon, and he's already this eager in the evening. This is so unlike him, he wasn't like this before. Did I corrupt him?!

I pretended to scold him, "Why don't you have any romance?"

He always spoiled me, and immediately laughed, saying, "Okay, okay, let's eat fruit."

He ate the peaches himself, and I served him a towel to wipe his hands (I was especially happy to do so). Then I peeled lychees and fed them to him, taking the pits he spat out. After feeding him a few, I wanted to play a prank on him again, so I put one in my own mouth and kissed him. He hugged me tightly and kissed me, and I teased him by spitting out a little bit. He eagerly sucked on it, but I sucked it in and ate it myself. He laughed, shaking his head and nodding at the same time.

I peeled a particularly large one and fed it to him mouth to mouth. He took it in his mouth and then fed it to me. I took a small bite; the flesh was plump, and the sweet juice flowed out, filling my mouth with sweetness. He continued to feed me, and suddenly my body trembled, trembling more and more violently. The plump, juicy lychees and his soft tongue excited me instantly.

I had already showered, and the fruit was washed. When he came out of the bathroom, I quickly peeled lychees for him. He ate one and then couldn't wait to touch me, pressing me down on the bed and kissing me.

I struggled and said, "I've already eaten fruit." He said, "I just want to eat you." Good heavens! We just did it at noon, and he's already this impatient tonight. This isn't like him at all; he wasn't like this before. Did I corrupt him?!

I pretended to scold him, "Why don't you have any romance?"

He always spoils me, and immediately laughed, saying, "Okay, okay, let's eat fruit."

He ate a peach himself, and I served him a towel to wipe his hands (I especially enjoyed serving him). Then I peeled lychees and fed them to him, taking the pits he spat out. After feeding him a few, I wanted to play a trick on him again, so I put one in my own mouth and kissed him. He hugged me tightly and kissed me, and I peeked out a little to tempt him. He eagerly sucked on it, but I sucked it in and ate it myself. He laughed, shaking his head and nodding.

I peeled a particularly large one and fed it to him mouth to mouth. He held it in his mouth and then fed it to me. I took a small bite; the flesh was plump, and the sweet juice flowed out, filling my mouth with sweetness. He continued feeding me, and my body suddenly trembled, the trembling becoming more and more violent. The plump, juicy lychee and his soft tongue excited me instantly.

I knew he wanted to kiss my genitals, so I said no, if you kiss me I won't be able to do anything, I want to enjoy you properly today.

Then I sucked on him. I really, really love him, sucking on his penis is such a pleasure, I've had many orgasms from it.

After a while he said he couldn't take it anymore, come on. I held his penis in my hand, climbed on top of him and kissed him, asking if he wanted me to be on top.

He nodded, about to get up to put on a condom, I said it was the last day, no need to wear one, he said you naughty girl, then I'd come all this way for nothing? But he didn't insist anymore.

I straddled him, he was tall, and there was very little space between my legs. I was already soaking wet, and his penis went in easily, we both groaned at the same time, it felt so good without a condom! I asked him if it was good, he said good baby good.

I moved up and down, he grabbed my breasts with both hands and squeezed them hard, I was going crazy, I grabbed his hands and bit them.

He put his fingers in my mouth, and I sucked hard. My vagina felt full and swollen, and the stimulation instantly triggered an orgasm. "Ah—" I groaned long, my vagina contracting. He pulled me over and rolled over, so he was on top of me. This was our favorite position. He held my arms and began to thrust powerfully. My beloved man—his strong control made me dizzy with passion, and the orgasms continued, wave after wave, my legs trembling, my whole body shaking like butterfly wings. He was like a storm, while I was like a lotus leaf, swaying and standing tall, unable to withstand the violence yet full of dew. I was exhausted, and the orgasms subsided. He paused, propped himself up on his arms, and tenderly kissed the sweat on my forehead, calling me "baby, baby." I gasped that I couldn't take it anymore, and he teasingly thrust in, making me shudder. He chuckled and said, "You're still going strong." I

panted for a moment, and he asked, "Want to go on top?" I was already out of strength, but I was afraid he would go all the way down below, so I nodded. He paused for a moment, then said, "Our final coordination is the best, the best. I only enjoy it when I'm on top of you, and I can't bear to give up." I said, "Can I get off when you're about to come?" He suddenly moved more vigorously and said, "That won't do."

I felt the burning pleasure inside. As he thrust, he flipped my hands over, slowly crossing them together to form a cross, pressing them tightly against my sides. Ah~~ his love, his possessiveness, were all embodied in these four hands clasped together~~ this was his secret weapon that had brought him victory time and time again. I arched my body upwards, and he sped up, saying, "Baby, I love you, I'm fucking you~~" Oh my god! He rarely swore, but hearing his profanity sent me soaring. In the throes of orgasm, I cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me~~ Good brother, I love it when you fuck me~~~ I fuck you, baby, I only fuck you~~~" His penis was like a magical artifact, wreaking havoc on my voluptuous body. I trembled like a leaf in the cold wind, my vagina contracting repeatedly, even causing spasms throughout my body. I couldn't help but beg, "Give it to me, give it to me, I can't take it anymore~~"

He thrust relentlessly, each time forcefully pulling out to the very end, while coaxing me, "You can do it, baby, you can~~"

I truly felt I couldn't hold on any longer, but my body was his, controlled by him, experiencing endless orgasms. I cried out in fear, "Brother, please have mercy on me, I'm going to be fucked to death~~"

He became even more excited, humming, "I won't fuck your baby to death, I'll save it for later~~" "

These vulgar words simultaneously aroused both of us. His large penis was moving in and out of me, the sensation incredibly clear. I reached down from under my high, erect, trembling legs and touched his thrusting penis, kneading it vigorously. He trembled a few times, then thrust fiercely again, suddenly pressing me down and stopping at the deepest point.

For me, his orgasm was the strongest aphrodisiac and energy booster in the world. In an instant, it felt like nuclear fission within me; a tremendous energy surged through my limbs, my internal organs, my toes, and every cell. We held each other tightly, my vagina gripping his penis tightly. He ejaculated incredibly quickly; with each ejaculation, I contracted, each ejaculation, I contracted again, simultaneously surging and contracting. This unparalleled synchronization made me feel ecstatic, as if I were dying of pleasure. And he whispered in my ear, 'Drain me dry, wash me clean...'

[The End]"

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