The happiest thing in the world is being Ming's girlfriend.

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My name is Xiaolin. I'm very beautiful and have a lively spirit. I'm 1.63 meters tall, with a very sexy and alluring figure. I have full breasts on my snow-white chest, and a plump, fleshy bottom—the kind of woman that would make any man's heart flutter at first sight. My boyfriend, A-Ming, and I are both well-educated. A-Ming is four years older than me, and we both work as white-collar workers in a company.
I met A-Ming again at a friend's party when I was still dating my ex-boyfriend. A-Ming is also the kind of refined and cultured man, with a humorous and elegant demeanor. A few days later, I received an invitation from A-Ming, and I went on a date with him without thinking. In the soft lighting of the bar, I listened to A-Ming tell his story like a child. Afterwards, I nestled in A-Ming's arm and went back to his home with him. In my shyness, I gave myself to A-Ming.
When A-Ming and I had our first sexual encounter, he already knew that I had given my virginity to my first boyfriend. Despite this, A-Ming still pursued me passionately. Ultimately, I left my ex-boyfriend and got together with Ming, making him the second man in my life.
Since we both had stable incomes, our cohabitation was very enjoyable. I didn't want to give up my excellent job too soon, so Ming and I decided to postpone marriage. However, as the initial excitement of our relationship faded, we became quite familiar with each other's bodies, and the mystery surrounding sex gradually diminished.
Due to work, Ming was often busy with social engagements at his company, sometimes coming home very late, and I, bored, learned to use the internet. Initially, Ming thought this would alleviate my loneliness; he often downloaded erotic novels and pornographic films from adult websites. Soon, I noticed that Ming became particularly excited whenever he saw articles about wife-swapping or threesomes, always pulling me to imitate the promiscuous behavior of the characters in the stories, trying different positions for intercourse.
Perhaps through subtle influence, the sexual awareness of seeking stimulation arose in both men and women, and our conversations as a couple gradually became more lewd. Once, after seeing an article titled "I Want to Play Wife-Swapping" on a sex website, I asked Ming, "Do you men really want to swap wives with others?" He was taken aback and asked in return, "Would you?" I blushed and said, "Would you be willing to let your wife be fucked by someone else?" As soon as Ming heard my words, I felt his penis suddenly become erect, a long-lost impulse. Ming pulled me close, pulled aside my pink sheer nightgown and thong, and reached out to stroke my plump labia. As soon as Ming's fingers entered my vagina, the already full of vaginal fluid splashed all over Ming's palm. I moaned loudly, "Ah... fuck me quickly... fuck me with your cock!" On the swivel chair in front of the computer, Ming immediately placed my spread legs on the armrests. At this moment, my vulva was completely exposed to Ming's eyes—light pubic hair, plump labia majora and pink labia minora, and what looked like a blooming rose under the large clitoris. I looked so lewd.
Seeing Ming's ever-growing penis, I felt an urgent desire to be penetrated by him, a sexual desire I had never experienced before. Perhaps because it was our first time making love on a swivel chair, and because I had read a few novels about wife-swapping before, Ming seemed particularly excited today. I could see a renewed passion on his face—a passion overflowing with stimulation for my body.
I felt infected by his enthusiasm, waves of unprecedented pleasure and orgasms crashing over my body. I screamed loudly, my clitoris rubbing against his powerful penis, my vagina convulsing incessantly…
Suddenly, Ming stopped thrusting inside me. Just as I was about to reach another orgasm, his stillness made my body feel like it was falling into an abyss. I cried out, "Fuck me! My husband, don't stop… I want you to fuck me hard…" My body twisted and turned, I rubbed my vagina hard against Ming's penis, but Ming kept withdrawing. I awoke from my reverie, looking into his hazy eyes—a look I'd never seen before—a look that seemed to hold both expectation and melancholy.
I jumped off the swivel chair, knelt before Ming, and began to stroke his penis with my hand. But Ming swept me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom, throwing me heavily onto the bed for the first time. At that moment, his unprecedented gaze and behavior left me bewildered. I gripped his penis tightly; his still-erect shaft was covered in my vaginal fluid, his large, egg-shaped glans gleaming… “Seeing you so excited just now made me really curious about your sex life with your ex-boyfriend,” Ming’s casual words jolted me from my daze. My face flushed crimson as I stared at Ming in shock.
Since we started living together, Ming had never asked me about my sex life with my ex-boyfriend. I was too ashamed to answer. Embarrassed, I buried my head in Ming's chest and said coyly, "No!" Ming straightened my body and lay on top of me, re-inserting his nearly shrunken penis into my vagina.
Ming's request brought back vivid memories of the past: my ex-boyfriend was no less impressive than Ming; he was the one who introduced me to the pleasures of sex, and indeed, he gave me wonderful memories. After being with Ming, I buried all of that deep within my heart.
I wanted him to be a thing of the past, but Ming's request awakened those scenes of pleasurable sex within me. I silently watched my boyfriend having sex with me, responding to his bewildered question with inquiring eyes. Ming lowered his head and gently kissed my lips, whispering in my ear that he had dreamt countless times of me having sex with my ex-boyfriend, like an inescapable story entwining his emotions. He said he really wanted to know about my past.
What kind of emotion was that! I was overwhelmed by his feelings. Even though Ming's penis was still thrusting in and out of my vagina, tears immediately filled my eyes. A pang of sorrow and melancholy seemed to transform into an unprecedented passion. I held Ming tightly, writhing my lower abdomen, as if the person on top of me wasn't Ming, but my first love.
Suddenly, I cried out my ex-boyfriend's name in a dreamlike voice, my vagina contracting rapidly. I released my arms from Ming's body, my entire body arching backward. At that moment, my vaginal fluid gushed out like a fountain. I experienced an unprecedented excitement, an unprecedented orgasm. "I'm dying! I'm going to die..." I screamed hoarsely. I don't know how this feeling came so suddenly.
Ming was also using all his strength to thrust his penis into my vagina again and again. I could clearly feel his penis trembling. In his trembling, full of masculine vitality, he poured a large amount of hot semen from his scrotum into my uterus.
All lust had subsided. Ming lay beside me, breathing heavily, and I shamefully recalled everything that had just happened. I felt so wanton: why did I call out my ex-boyfriend's name while making love with Ming? Why did I suddenly become like a slut?
Ming's hand caressed my breasts again, a satisfied smile in his eyes, like a rider who had just tamed a wild horse. He gently asked me, "How did it feel?" I nodded. Ming gently rubbed my still-erect nipples with his fingers, laughing as he said, "Haven't forgotten your past lover, huh! Look at you, you become so wanton when you mention your ex!"
Although I've had two men, I'm still a virtuous woman. But just now, while having sex with my boyfriend, in front of Ming, I excitedly shouted out the name of my past man. Am I really that kind of wanton woman? I really don't know what's wrong with me? Am I outwardly virtuous and gentle, but perhaps deep down I'm filled with wantonness?
Afraid of hurting Ming, with whom I've lived for three years, I said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Ming, let's break up, okay?" Ming looked at me, puzzled, not understanding why I would say such a thing. "Just now I called his name, aren't you really jealous? Don't you hate me?" I shouted at Ming, because I truly couldn't forgive myself.
As I finished speaking, tears streamed down my face. I was afraid of leaving Ming, who loved me deeply, afraid of losing the man I loved!
Ming pulled me close to his bare chest, his warm lips absorbing my tears. "Silly girl," he said, "why would I hate you? The first time I saw you, I knew you were the woman I'd been waiting for! I made you abandon your first love! I made you suffer so much longing! I silently vowed to make you happy, to bring you joy!"
Ming continued, "We live in modern society now. Must we let those outdated ideas bind our hearts? Since we've chosen each other, we should live happily!" "Siming, you've called his name several times in your dreams," Ming added.
I stared at Ming in astonishment, unable to believe it was true! Ming smiled and said, "Yes! You've called his name so many times in your dreams, just like you did just now, wanting him to fuck you! So, I'm not surprised that you called him and wanted him to fuck you when we were having sex just now. Because I feel that you haven't forgotten your boyfriend of two years. You can't forget your first love, because that's the most beautiful memory!" I finally understood everything that had just happened. It turned out that I really hadn't forgotten the past, even though I loved my husband so much. Ming lowered his head and sucked on my pink nipple, stroking my already swollen clitoris with his fingers, and a wave of pleasure welled up again.
Ming continued to laugh heartily and said, "To be honest, I used to feel jealous when I thought about how you had been with your lover in the past, but seeing how excited you were today, I realized that you enjoyed a lot of happiness with him in the past. If you miss the past, you can really go find him! If he can give you happiness and joy, that's my greatest wish!"
Feeling Ming's deep affection for me, I once again felt that Ming was a man with a broad mind. I was deeply moved by Ming's words. Would I really go back to my first love? Would I have sex with him again? I dare not think about it! But my longing for my ex-boyfriend and my sexual desire for him have rekindled!
Everything has changed. Tonight, Ming and I are communicating on a spiritual level! Did Ming uncover the lust within me? Or was it my latent sexual desire? I truly realize for the first time that I am a wanton woman!
I suddenly become unrestrained. I get up and take Ming's softened penis into my mouth in a 69 position. This is the first time I've given a man oral sex. I enjoy the faint taste of semen on Ming's penis, and I use my tongue to continuously sweep around the head of Ming's penis.
It's the first time Ming has felt his penis surrounded by my warm, moist mouth, and his penis becomes erect again. My furry mons pubis is now fully open in front of Ming's eyes, and the glistening semen between my labia is still clearly visible. I feel Ming's tongue constantly teasing my clitoris. My whole body is surging with passion, and I begin to moan between breaths.
Suddenly I screamed, my body stiffened, then went limp, pressing down on Ming. Ming almost collapsed at the same time, his thick semen gushing out again. Instinctively, I swallowed Ming's glans, absorbing almost all of his semen.
From that day on, Ming and I seemed to enter a completely new life. I had never felt so confident. The world suddenly seemed so beautiful, my life blooming like a rose, because I no longer had to carry the heavy burden of my past with Ming. Indeed, my past had transformed into my love for Ming, and he had taught me the joy of sex.
Ming started coming home earlier than before, canceling almost every social engagement to be with me. I also always made an effort to dress up, often surprising Ming.
Time and again, I wore various silk, see-through nightgowns or short skirts, without underwear underneath, sometimes even greeting Ming naked when he came home from work. When Ming looked at me with astonishment at each of my outfits, his joy and passion always brought me to the peak of sexual pleasure.
We changed the venues for our sex at home—the dining table, the sofa, the bathroom, and the balcony—leaving traces of our lovemaking everywhere.
On our days off, Ming often made me cook and clean naked. Looking into Ming's eyes, I often couldn't suppress my lust and masturbated in front of him. At these times, I shed my usual composure and displayed my seductive charm. Ming never resisted, always thrusting into me until I was satisfied.
Perhaps it was Ming's genuine affection that made me more beautiful. My skin became whiter and smoother; my breasts seemed firmer, and I became an increasingly alluring woman.
[The End]

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