My Wife's Real Experience of Development Under My Arrangement (Part 21)

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My wife is over eight months pregnant. I hired a daytime nanny to take care of her when she was seven months pregnant, and I reduced my business trips, trying to come home every day. I felt a little sorry for my wife and baby, and I probably didn't want her to have sex too frequently, especially with multiple partners. I wanted to be more restrained, at least for the last few days. Every day, my wife would see me off to work with a gentle smile. I didn't hire the nanny to cook; she cooked delicious meals for me herself every day. My wife is becoming increasingly clumsy, walking very slowly. Because she's quite thin, her big belly is more noticeable than usual, round and large. However, her skin and complexion are better, her legs haven't gotten thicker, and her buttocks are still round, attracting attention and flirting on the street. In the afternoon after work, I arranged to meet her at the supermarket near our apartment complex. When I got there, I saw her sitting on a stool near the supermarket entrance, with a handsome man in his twenties sitting next to her. He was gesturing with his hands
, talking to my wife, who was smiling and occasionally glancing at him. They exchanged a few words, and the two seemed to be having a pleasant conversation. The man was very excited, and the wife seemed happy too. I watched from a distance for five or six minutes. The man sat next to her, occasionally glancing sideways at her prominent breasts, seemingly swallowing hard. Several times he tentatively touched her body, shoulder, or arm, but she cautiously avoided him, her expression a little shy. I went around to the back and heard the man say, "Honestly, sister, if you hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have guessed you were ten years older than me. I thought you were the same age as me." My wife smiled and said, "It's not as exaggerated as you say. I'm an old woman with a big belly." The man laughed and said, "You're still a beautiful pregnant woman." My wife lowered her head and smiled, her face slightly red. The man laughed and said, "Sister, you're quite shy." My wife whispered, "I'm sure you're embarrassed by your compliments." The man suddenly leaned close and whispered something in her ear. My wife turned her head away, looking down at her phone and not answering. The man then said, "Sister, give me your WeChat." "Let's add each other on WeChat and be friends," the wife said after a moment of silence. "No, let's just chat," the man quickly added. "Let's just add each other on WeChat and get to know each other. We've been chatting for so long and we really click. I live nearby too. I can treat you to dinner sometime. I'd really like to see you more often. Please!" The wife didn't speak. The man tugged at her arm a few times, then whispered something close to her mouth. The wife flinched and stood up. The man stood up too. The wife walked a few meters forward, and the man followed, grabbing her arm and saying something. His expression was somewhat resolute. Passersby were watching. The wife awkwardly shook her arm away. The man continued talking. The wife hesitated for a moment, then seemed to give him her WeChat ID. The man quickly pulled out his phone and added her. The wife took a few steps. I walked over and called out, "Wife!" She turned around, smiled, and stood up. Seeing me, she grabbed my arm and pulled me away. After a few meters, I deliberately asked, "Who are you?" The wife smiled and said, "A salesperson." I turned back and saw the man's jealous expression. I smiled, kissed my wife's cheek, and seeing the man's jealousy only intensified. I deliberately placed my hands on my wife's waist and hips. I felt a thrill. That night, we... After dinner, we went for a walk in the park downstairs. My wife was silent, not saying much, just quietly holding my hand and walking with me. We got home at ten o'clock that night, took a shower, and lay down to rest with my eyes closed. Suddenly, a hand was placed on my inner thigh and stroked it a few times. My underwear was pushed down. I didn't open my eyes, but I felt my wife's hand grasp my penis, gently stroking and kneading it, stroking it up and down with a better pressure, not too tight or too loose. My penis slowly became erect. She switched hands and played with my penis, occasionally pinching my testicles with her other hand. This reminded me of the first time I asked her to masturbate me. It took a lot of coaxing before she reluctantly agreed. She was clumsy and shy, closing her eyes. Back then, she couldn't control the pressure and always hurt me. This time, it was my turn to close my eyes and enjoy the comfortable feeling. After a while, my glans was taken into a wet mouth. The wetness enveloped my penis and slowly entered. A deep throat stopped, and I felt my penis almost completely enter my wife's mouth. My glans was already... I held it to my throat, paused for a moment, then slowly exhaled. Several deep throats followed, her nimble tongue swirling and swirling around my penis. My penis became incredibly hard. I took a comfortable breath as she buried her face in my mouth, sucking and swallowing, her lips gripping my penis tightly. I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me, smiling. She stroked her long hair and continued sucking. I reached out and grasped her breasts, squeezing them a few times. They were soft and comfortable. My fingers played with her nipples, feeling them slowly harden. Because of her pregnancy, her breasts had grown much larger, from a B cup to a C cup. My wife gave me a blowjob; her technique was amazing, easily among the top three women I've slept with in recent years, no less than Ah Xia's. I felt like I was about to ejaculate. My wife seemed to sense it, exhaling my penis, stroking it a few times to calm my urge. She stood up, spread her long legs, and sat on me. Her vagina was even wetter. After I sat on her, her lower body enveloped my penis, which felt very comfortable and pleasurable. My wife adjusted her position by placing her hands on my chest, then kissed my lips. She got up and began to gently sway, rubbing her own breasts and sliding her fingers on my chest, which was very stimulating. After a while, she leaned down and sucked on my earlobe and nipples. I sat up and hugged my wife, who was sitting facing me, embracing me and kissing me. Our tongues intertwined, and we both breathed softly. My wife was very careful, afraid of hurting the baby. I leaned down and sucked on my wife's neck, playing with her nipples. My wife turned around and changed positions to doggy style. I penetrated her, and she let out a soft moan. After adjusting her position, I began to thrust vigorously. I remembered the man from earlier that day, and I thrust violently for a while. My wife moaned softly, her hands trembling slightly as she grabbed my hand, letting me squeeze her buttocks a few times. "So deep, you're going in so deep, honey, you're so long and big today." Ah, I feel so good. Ah, husband, you're so amazing. Ah, my wife can even use words to stimulate me now. Before, she never spoke, at most just moaning and panting. I growled and panted without saying a word. After a while, we were back in the woman-on-top position. My wife said it was more comfortable this way, less tiring, and wouldn't crush the baby. My wife sat on top, her hips twisting rapidly, moaning incessantly. Every time she felt I was about to ejaculate, she would slow down, stop for a moment, stroke my earlobes and breasts, or kiss me for a while, her tongue entwining to reduce my ejaculation urge. I lasted for more than thirty minutes, and I ejaculated, a lot of semen. My wife also breathed comfortably, letting out a few suppressed gasps, and then lay on my chest, playing with my nipples without saying a word. My penis went soft but didn't come out. My wife lay there for a while, and I drifted off to sleep, feeling extremely tired after ejaculating. I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely felt my wife stroking my genitals, calling my name a few times, and nudging me a few times. However, I was definitely not in the mood and fell asleep. I don't know what time it was, but I woke up with a dry mouth. I touched the table next to me; there was no water. I closed my eyes for a moment, then reached out and felt that the space next to me was empty. My wife wasn't there. I reached for my phone and checked the time: a little after 3 a.m. I got up and quietly opened the door. The living room was dark and empty. I saw a light on in the guest room next door, so I quietly walked over and stood in the doorway. The door wasn't closed properly, and through the crack, I saw my wife lying on her side on the bed. A phone was lit up in front of her, one hand was behind her head, and the other was moving between her legs. I could hear her breathing softly; she was masturbating. Mmm, uh, uh-mmm, mmm, her legs were twisting and turning, and her round buttocks moved occasionally. Suddenly, a long, rapid breath, "Mmm, ah..." My wife must have orgasmed. Her long legs straightened, and she breathed heavily. She rolled over, lay flat for a few seconds, then rolled back to her side. "Mmm, so good," I heard her whisper. "Mmm, I haven't felt this good in over a month." After a moment of silence, my wife laughed and scolded, "You think you're such an expert?" After a pause, she whispered, "No. He's home. Still sleeping." She was video chatting with someone; the sound was very low, and I couldn't hear her. "No. I won't come out, even if you come to pick me up." I
told you before I wouldn't see you again, my wife chuckled a few times. "You miss me? Even if you miss me, I won't see you .
You're
just all talk." My wife chuckled softly again. "I don't believe you. I haven't forgiven you." Someone was saying something on the other end, but my wife remained silent.
After a while, my wife said softly, "Are you telling the truth?" "Just trying to flatter me again, right?" There was some background noise on the other end. My wife remained silent. A moment later, my wife sat up, completely naked, leaning against the headboard. Her belly was already swollen, and her two large, full breasts drooped long. She wore a silk blouse, but no bra, so her breasts weren't covered. Actually, the blouse was semi-transparent, so it was practically the same as not wearing anything. My wife was silent for a moment, then laughed and scolded, "What's there to see? You've seen every part of my body." My wife smiled and said, "No, humph, I won't show you." There was some background noise from the other end talking. After a while, my wife held up her phone, the light shining on her two large breasts, very alluring and seductive. My wife smiled and said, "You just know how to say nice things. I'm eight months pregnant, how sexy can I be? Why aren't you asleep yet?" "No, I don't miss you." My wife laughed and said, "Yes, it's the truth." Haha, they were still talking on the other end. My wife took something from the cabinet, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a drag, and exhaled. In the dim light, they continued talking, and my wife's smile deepened. She took another drag and whispered, "If that hadn't happened, I really would have liked you. If you had moved me a few more times, I might have really gone with you." After a moment of silence, she smiled. "But I've thought a lot lately. You're not really that great. Yes, I find making love with you very comfortable, and being with you makes me happy. But I don't
live off that." They continued talking, and my wife silently smoked. "For now, let's not see each other. Let's wait until I give birth. I know you know you were wrong." My wife smiled and said, "You always know how to sweet-talk me. I don't know why I trusted you so much. Okay, you should rest. I'm tired too." My wife laughed and said, "Pah, I knew you'd say that. I know you're good, okay? Okay, I'm closing it. Bye." My phone went dark; the only light in the room was from the cigarette smoke. A moment later, my wife stood up, and I quickly went back to the room. The living room light came on, and the door
opened briefly before closing again. I woke up feeling groggy yet somehow alert, utterly exhausted. The housekeeper was already there. My wife looked tired, but she had put on light makeup and personally prepared breakfast for me, watching me eat with a gentle smile. Before leaving for work, I took advantage of my wife going to the bathroom and deliberately made an excuse to go to that room. The bed was clean and tidy, and I had sprayed some perfume; there wasn't a trace of cigarette smoke left.

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