My wife and I's story, part three

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After my first date with my wife, I fell in love and started looking forward to our next date. Since I had to work on weekends, and my wife's home was far from my workplace in the county town, I didn't have a chance to see her. I tried calling her but couldn't get through, and I felt a little disappointed. Finally, Sunday afternoon arrived, and when I got home from get off work, I had some free time, so I missed her even more. After dinner, I didn't want to go anywhere and just lay in the bedroom, lost in thought. Just then, my phone suddenly rang. I lazily picked it up and saw it was my wife. I immediately jumped out of bed, hung up, and called back. After a beep, I immediately said, "Hello, where are you now?" She replied, "Guess?" I said, "At home?" She said, "No." "Guess again." I said, "Taking a walk?" She still said wrong! I said, "I can't guess! Why haven't you answered your phone these past few days?" She laughed and said, "I'm at school. I came back this afternoon. I didn't answer because I didn't bring my phone." Hearing that she was at school immediately perked me up, and I said, "Can I see you?" "Now!" she replied, "Are you alright? If you're okay, come on over. I'm bored by myself." I was so happy to hear that! I immediately hung up the phone, quickly washed and dressed, and even brushed my teeth. Then I told my mom I was going on a date and was about to run off when my mom grabbed me and said, "Look at you, so pathetic! Don't rush, I have some fruit at home to take with me." Then I remembered, "Oh right, it's better not to come empty-handed." Hehe, I said to my mom, "Thank you, Mom, I promise I'll bring your daughter-in-law home soon!" I quickly arrived at her dorm. When I entered, she saw the fruit I brought and said, "Why did you bring fruit? You're so polite." I said, "The book says that girls who eat more fruit will be prettier." She seemed quite happy. I secretly glanced at her and noticed she was dressed very sexily today—a denim mini-skirt with flesh-colored stockings and a yellow short-sleeved T-shirt, which showed off her firm breasts without reservation. My heart started racing! I asked her, "Why did you come today?" "You don't start work until tomorrow?" She said she always comes on Sunday afternoons so she's not stressed on Mondays, doesn't have to get up early to catch the bus, and can sleep in. I said, "Yeah, that's better, less stressful." She asked me what I'd been doing these past few days. I said I went to work, and then I was thinking about you! She laughed and said, "You're so sweet, really?" I said, "Yes, I really missed you." She said, "Okay, I believe you." She got up and washed two apples. As she squatted in front of the basin, I caught a glimpse of her deep, white cleavage through her neckline! My heart pounded, and I quickly looked away, afraid she'd notice. Then she got up and handed me an apple, which she started eating in small bites. I'd completely forgotten to eat. She said, "Why aren't you eating?" I smiled sheepishly and said, "I think you're so beautiful. I forgot to eat." She laughed and said, "You're usually so honest, how come you're so smooth-talking?" I quickly said, "No way! I really mean it, I'm not kidding!" Seeing my anxious look, she laughed and said, "Silly girl, I believe you!" I looked at her, glancing at her before taking a bite of my apple. Suddenly, I realized it was the most delicious apple I'd ever eaten; how come I'd never noticed how delicious apples were before! She seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze and asked, "Do you know what I've been doing these past few days?" I said, "No, you went home." She said, "I went on another date at home, we met once." I was stunned, a wave of bitterness washing over me. I said, "So, how did it go? Am I going to be rejected?" Seeing my anxious and disappointed look, she laughed and said, "You're not rejected yet, but it depends on how you perform. This was introduced by my mother's friend, and I didn't dare refuse, even though I didn't really want to go. You know my family is worried about this." I said, "That's normal. Do you have feelings for him? Will you continue dating him?" She laughed and said, "You're so silly. If I had feelings for him, would I tell you? If I liked him, would I ask you to come find me?" When I heard that, I realized, "Yeah, I really was a bit silly." I cheered up, took her hand, and said, "I really like you. I'll try my best to make you love me, and I'll be good to you for the rest of my life!" She seemed a little touched and asked, "Really? Even if I have a lot of flaws, will you still be good to me?" I don't know where I got the courage from, but I said, "I'm willing to accept everything about you, the good and the bad, I'll love you and never be annoyed with you!" She gently leaned on my shoulder, and I couldn't resist. I gently cupped her face and kissed her. Suddenly, she stopped me with her hand and asked, "Do you remember what I told you last time?" I laughed, "Brushing your teeth, right? Check me, I brushed them very carefully!" She hummed in agreement and silenced me with a kiss. We forgot everything and passionately kissed each other, holding each other tightly, but our hands didn't move. I admit, I wasn't fully used to the stimulation of kissing, and for a moment, I felt my whole body stiffen. The kiss lasted until we were exhausted. She complained, "Can you not use so much force next time? It hurt my lips!" I laughed and assured her, saying I wasn't very skilled and asked for her forgiveness. I said practice makes perfect, and I was only doing it twice; I'd be fine after a few more kisses. She laughed and said, "You're so funny!" Then she said she was a little tired, that position was exhausting. I shifted my position on the bed, and she half-reclined against the headboard. I moved a chair closer to her, gently holding her hand and caressing her soft, white hand, chatting casually. I saw a blush rise on her face, and her eyes seemed misty. I couldn't resist anymore, so I got up, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned down to kiss her lips. She flinched slightly, but I kissed her. This time, I wasn't so eager, maintaining a gentle touch, slowly tracing every corner of her mouth with my tongue, finally intertwining with hers. I felt her saliva was incredibly sweet, her breath incredibly fragrant. I felt a little drunk, only my penis remained clear-headed and hard, but I didn't dare let her notice, so I didn't dare to completely pounce on her. After a while, I felt very tired and let go of her, saying, "I didn't expect kissing to be so tiring, I'm exhausted, haha." She laughed too, saying, "Who told you to kiss for so long?" I said, "Can I rest next to you for a while?" She didn't say anything, hehe, I took that as a tacit agreement, and gently rested my head on her soft belly, looking tenderly into her eyes. She seemed a little afraid of my hot gaze, her eyes began to wander but not meet mine. I slowly moved my head up, inching my way up to her breasts. Seeing that she didn't seem to mind, I buried my head in her breasts. Even through her clothes and bra, I could still feel their softness and fullness. I began to rub my face back and forth against her breasts, and she seemed to react a little, gently stroking my hair and neck. As I inhaled her breast scent, I became somewhat unable to control myself, and boldly asked her, "Can I touch them? Just once, please? They're so big, I love them so much! Please!" She blushed and said, "Just once, don't think about anything else!" She then lifted her T-shirt, and it was the first time I'd seen a woman's breasts so close. Even through her bra, I was incredibly satisfied. My hand slipped inside the bra, and I felt its unparalleled softness—it felt amazing. Perhaps the bra was too tight, because my wife felt a little pain and actually got up and unhooked it. When those two large breasts sprang free from the bra's confinement, I was completely bewildered…

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