My wife and I's story, part six

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Since my visit to my wife's family to propose, our relationship has become much closer. We talk on the phone several times a day, and I always spend time with her whenever I'm not working in the evenings. Our time together is incredibly sweet, and I cherish that feeling. We talk about everything; my wife tells me about her parents' preferences, and I often find ways to cater to them. As time went by, her parents became less resistant to me and gradually stopped objecting. There was only one condition: I had to buy a house in the county town so their daughter would have a place to live and could easily visit them after the marriage. This request wasn't unreasonable; I secretly calculated that I could manage it. However, it disrupted my original life plans, because my family owns three houses in the town where my wife works, which is more than enough, and one of them is a storefront. I decided not to tell my wife about buying the house yet, but to surprise her afterward. I remember the day I received the house keys, I went to meet my wife that evening. It was late autumn, and the weather was getting chilly. My wife and I snuggled together, and I deliberately asked, "Honey, if I can't afford a house, will you still be with me?" She replied, "Why are you asking that? A house isn't what I want. I just want you. It doesn't matter if we have a house or not." I said, "But what if your parents don't agree?" She said, "Never mind them, we'll find a way." I was deeply moved, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply. As I kissed her, I caressed her waist and hips, though it was difficult because of her clothes. Despite the chill, our passionate kiss made us both feel warmer, especially my wife, whose rosy cheeks were even breaking out in a light sweat. I said to her, "Baby, are you hot? How about we take off our clothes and go to bed? Hehe, I can freely suck your breasts." She nodded, obediently took off her clothes and bra, and sat down in bed. I immediately stripped naked and crawled under the covers too. I didn't make a move right away, but just gazed at her affectionately, which made her a little shy. She closed her eyes, blushed, and didn't say anything. I said to her, "Good sister, you don't usually look that pretty. Why do you look so beautiful when I look at you like this?" She laughed and said, "Now that I'm showing you my naked body, of course you'll be thrilled." I stopped talking and directly pressed my lips to her little red mouth. We kissed passionately again. Of course, my hands also simultaneously climbed onto her firm, large breasts, kneading and caressing them incessantly. Before long, my wife couldn't hold back any longer and began to moan softly, pressing my head down. I knew she wanted me to suckle her breasts, so I slid down and easily took one soft, fragrant nipple into my mouth. I first gently touched the red nipple with the tip of my tongue, then circled it around, occasionally playfully using my lips to nibble on my wife's already erect nipple, rubbing it from side to side with my clenched teeth. In this way, my wife's desire was aroused, and her moans became clearer. She even managed to squeeze out a few words, saying, "Honey, it feels so good, you're sucking me so hard I can't take it anymore." I worked even harder, because seeing my beloved writhing and yielding beneath me immediately excited me even more. After I kissed her two large, soft, white breasts a couple of times, my wife became incredibly excited and pressed my head down again. I knew she wanted me to lick her vulva, so I immediately and without hesitation slid my tongue down again, starting from one of her nipples and tracing a warm, wet trail across her small navel, her flat, soft abdomen, and finally to her wet, sticky, and pungent vulva. I skillfully covered her incredibly hot vulva with my mouth and slowly breathed on it. In the cool autumn air, this made my wife very sensitive. She hugged my head and pulled it hard against her vulva, saying, "Husband, eat me! I've given you everything! I'm so uncomfortable! Eat me!" So I stopped teasing her and pressed my mouth firmly against her beautiful vulva, swishing my tongue back and forth across her slit. This caused my wife's body to tremble and more fluid to flow into my mouth. I became excited too, feeling like I was losing control, and frantically thrust my tongue deep into her vagina. I clearly felt the unobstructed entry; I knew my beloved wife wasn't a virgin. But I knew how much I loved her, so I didn't care or hold it against her. Even years after our marriage, I was still grateful for it, because I knew my wife was a woman with a story, and I desperately wanted to know it. I continued kissing my wife's vulva, and as her scent faded under my kisses and licks, she convulsed and climaxed. My neck was sore and stiff from exhaustion. I climbed onto her pillow, lying there inhaling her fragrant hair, feeling incredibly satisfied. Even though my penis was rock hard, I felt no urge to violate her. I rolled over, letting my erect penis rest between her soft thighs, and settled down. My wife looked at me with equal satisfaction, lazily stroking my penis, and said, "Honey, you're so good. I'm so lucky I didn't choose the wrong person. You're different from them." I knew immediately that "they" must be her ex-boyfriends, so I said, "Oh, them? What were they like?" My wife suddenly blushed and said, "Honey, I've had boyfriends before. Will you mind that? I feel it's unfair to you." I knew immediately that my wife had been with other men before. I said, "That's in the past. I don't care. As long as you're good to me from now on." "Can you tell me what happened?" she begged me. "Honey, please don't ask anymore, okay? I'll tell you after we get married, okay? I don't want to talk about it now; thinking about them makes me feel guilty." I knew she still harbored resentment towards me and didn't have complete confidence in me. So I changed the subject and asked her, "Wife, do you know how much I love you? Why won't you let me have sex with you? I can't hold back anymore." She smiled smugly and said, "Honey, I read in a magazine that if couples haven't been tested by long-term love, especially if they've known each other for less than a year, having sex increases the chance of breaking up by 20%. If it happens frequently, there's a 70% chance of breaking up eventually. Of course, this is based on my own experience." I said, "No wonder you always keep me in suspense, afraid I'll get tired of you and leave you. Haha, you're so cunning." She said embarrassedly, "I've been burned before, I have to be careful! Actually, I've been holding back for so long, haha!" She laughed. I said, "You call this hardship?" Every time she gets aroused, she makes me lick you endlessly, it's almost worn my tongue out. She pinches me and says, "You're so annoying, it's your own choice, you deserve it." Then we just smile at each other, not saying a word. After a while, she sighs and says, "Honey, actually, the house is one thing, but there's another thing my mom is worried about!" I ask, "Which one is it? Is there anything else you need me to sort out? I'll definitely handle it." She says, "You can't sort that out." I say, "As long as you're not my biological sister, there's nothing I can't handle." She punches me and says, "Be serious, I'm talking about something important." I say, "Just tell me already, you're driving me crazy!"
She then says, "Actually, what my mom is more concerned about is our age difference. I'm actually three years older than you, not one year." I only realized then that she was actually three years older than me! You can't judge a book by its cover. I say, "Is that all? It's no big deal. People say, 'A woman three years older than you is like holding a gold brick.'" "From now on, you're my older sister, so you have to be good to me." Only then did she relax. She asked me, "Do you really like women older than you?" I said, "I only like you; age doesn't matter to me." She then asked, "What if I'm even older?" I said, "I'll still love you when you're older." She kissed me, we rested for a while, and then I got dressed and went home. Then I planned to go to her parents' house on Sunday to confront them. I felt incredibly relaxed and happy...

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