The pleasure of dominating one's wife

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Some say marriage is the grave of love, while others say it's the perfect union of love and sex. Neither of these statements applies to my wife and me: we've been married for many years, and while she still loves me, we've never achieved sexual intimacy.

Now over 40, I'm still fascinated by women's bodies. My wife, however, doesn't share my enthusiasm. I've tried polite invitations, like any ordinary person, but they've all been rejected. With this place locked up, I had to find another way. This

might sound like a sophistry, but I have a question: if a husband frequently visits bars and brothels, or has an affair with an office lady, isn't the wife partly to blame? Prolonged indifference can turn a passionate flame into cold ashes. My solution—secret filming. I

secretly film and record every time we make love, and when she refuses, I find satisfaction in the images of the woman's shame. In the image, my wife's wanton exposure begged for my consent—this was how she balanced my emotions and eliminated any potential misunderstandings between us.

I also understood that sex wasn't the only connection between husband and wife; we talked about our children, we traveled together, we joked harmlessly…these were all sources of great joy in our married life. At that time, I was absolutely not inclined to secretly film her.

If a woman has absolutely no interest in sex, a man can understand that. But my situation was different: my wife not only had a desire to exhibit herself, but once her desire was aroused, she would react like fire—astonishingly and wantonly. How did men of the past manage this?

As I've mentioned before, I also tried to "train" my wife, wanting her body to be displayed to other men. A hundred emotions swirled within me: pity, guilt, hesitation, excitement, fear, pleasure…it was subtle, like a complex mixture of colors overlapping.

Secretly filming my wife—it goes without saying that it would definitely damage our daily relationship. To knowingly do the impossible requires a certain level of awareness.

Not only secret filming, but all special acts unacceptable to normal society will bring utter destruction to their owners, just as a short essay said: "Those who pass through me lose all hope!" The sea of suffering is boundless; I can never turn back… ************

After work, I usually take the tram and then walk for 15 minutes. There's a small shop on the side of the road with all sorts of adult magazines and videos. It's small, but the selection is vast, and I often find what I need there.

Since secretly filming my wife, I've reduced the number of times I buy adult videos. At the beginning of our marriage, I always watched them furtively, but after my wife discovered it one day, it became open and aboveboard. My wife seemed to realize her indifference towards her husband and tacitly approved of this practice.

During sex, when mirrors and words were still the main props, I found a double-rotor in that shop. The quality was very average, and the functions weren't many. After much hesitation, I made up my mind.

I had seen adult videos before, but this was the first time I had actually held an adult toy in my hands. Before giving it to my wife, I put in two dry cell batteries and did a test. Unexpectedly, even the weakest setting was too strong for her.

I replaced one of the batteries with a broken one before it could barely work.

A few days later, I convinced my wife to have the opportunity to have sex. Of course, as usual, I first set up the camera on the top shelf of the bookshelf. By this time, I was able to complete the setup relatively smoothly. The rotor I bought was hidden under a towel blanket beforehand.

My wife, wrapped in a bath towel, nimbly slipped into my room. It was a late summer night, and the child was already asleep in the Japanese-style room.

Her wet hair was loose over her shoulders, and a light yellow bath towel was draped loosely over her body, covering her from her breasts to the base of her thighs. The distant croaking of frogs was faint, and the room was as quiet as still water.

"Stand there, don't move!" I gestured to my wife.

Compared to carefree nakedness, this half-concealed figure was more attractive to me. I gazed at my wife's entire body for a long time, trying to memorize every part.

"What's wrong?" my wife asked, surprised.

"I didn't expect you to be so charming now." My wife smiled shyly, clearly pleased.

"Unfold the towel like this and show me."

I gestured in front of my wife's chest.

"Oh dear, that's kind of embarrassing..."

"Show me! As a return gift, I'll give you a massage, if you're not afraid of pain." "If that's the case... okay." My wife gently grasped the folded edge of the towel with one hand, and with the other hand, she held the other side, slowly and anxiously moving it downwards, downwards... while squinting her eyes, seemingly watching my reaction.

Completely captivated, I involuntarily let go, as if under a spell, my entire being following the rise and fall of her hand.

"That's enough, it's too embarrassing!"

My wife quickly wrapped the towel around herself, covering the skin that had just been exposed.

"Ugh--, a..."

"What do you want to see? Hurry up and massage me!"

my wife said casually, lying face down on the bed with the towel still on.

I was unwilling, but could only sigh helplessly. As usual, I opened my legs and began massaging my feet. The bath towel, like a miniskirt, perfectly covered my buttocks, exposing my entire thighs. Accustomed to seeing my lower body, this sight felt incredibly fresh to me.

I gradually increased the angle of my legs, my toes crawling along the inside of my thighs, ready to lift the towel at any moment to reveal my fleshy buttocks—but I had to endure it.

I gently tried to slip my hand under the towel, rubbing my labia inside. It made a slapping sound. To my surprise, my wife's vulva seemed to overflow with love juice.

"Tonight, it's very wet here, and it's making such a disgusting sound." As her body melted, my wife became more and more vulnerable. As she weakened, my attitude gradually became firm and arrogant.

I slowly flipped the towel up, exposing my buttocks. While gently tapping them, I whispered in my ear:

"Want a man that much?"

"..."

"Just now, you exposed yourself, and you felt it too? I haven't even done anything, and it's already sticky here..." "No..." I made my wife raise her naked buttocks high, her chest pressed against the bed.

"I bought this especially to satisfy you."

His fingers carefully stroked her crotch, while his other hand pulled out a pair of vibrators from under the blanket and placed them next to his wife's face.

"This...a?!"

His wife's voice was a mixture of gasps, sighs, and perhaps more. It was truly uncharacteristic of her; was this the same woman who had just been teasing him?

"Have you seen this before?"

"...Um, no."

Her crisp, clear voice had completely transformed into a coquettish tone. I peeled off the towel wrapped around her chest, and with my fingers, I pinched her nipples, which looked ripe and about to fall, hardening them—for some reason, I felt his wife liked this.

"Did you use it with your premarital lover?"

I probed cautiously.

"That...thing...no."

Her words became fragmented, interspersed with painful gasps.

"First time using it? Your body doesn't seem to say that, look at this thirsty, shy shape..." Before his fingers could even reach her, her hairy, lewd mouth suddenly opened. Sticky, lustful fluid overflowed from her vaginal opening.

He sharpened and stretched his tongue, intending to taste his wife's anus deep inside; he alternated between strong and weak teasing of her nipples with his fingertips.

"The mouth above says no, but the mouth below..." he said deliberately, trying to arouse his wife's shame.

Using two fingers to familiarize himself with the waterway, he inserted the smaller rotor into her already honeyed vulva.

"Like that, like that..."

His wife's breath escaped, even more intense than before.

"Such a loud sound, the baby will get up."

A slap landed on her buttocks, a deliberate scolding.

"If you don't want to make a sound, find something to gag your mouth."

"Like that...nmm..."

His wife's buttocks faced the camera. He crawled to the head of the bed in a dog-like posture, his angry penis now before his wife's eyes.

Without hesitation, his wife took my penis herself. I stopped her from grasping to adjust the depth.

His wife supported her upper body with one hand, while playing with her jade pouch with the other. The camera worked silently, recording his wife swaying and swallowing his penis as she went.

While playing with her nipples and clitoris, I caressed my wife and continued to stimulate her verbally:

"Is this your first time? How does it feel?"

"Nugugu...I want it."

"Don't you feel ashamed to show this guy your body like this, using such a disgusting toy?" I stretched out another rotor, making it vibrate, and placed the tip on her clitoris. Instantly, my wife's buttocks bounced up.

"Oh, do you prefer this to your fingers? It's cute, the way your waist moves." "Uguugu...ouch, oh." My wife's face was full of pain, spitting out the saliva-covered, sticky penis, trying to cover her mouth with one hand.

"Be careful, the sound will carry to the other room."

The penis plunged deep into her throat again, immediately wrapping around her warm tongue.

Later, I confirmed with a video: her vulva was raised high, and the tiny wires hanging down like tails were clearly visible in the cleft of her vulva—my wife is a bitch! Because of the camera's position, I couldn't see what was happening in her mouth, but even just seeing her head moving up and down was quite adorable.

To further stimulate my wife, I carefully prevented her from reaching her peak all at once, while gradually increasing the vibration of the rotor inserted into her vagina.

"Don't be angry, see, using such a despicable instrument still feels quite good, doesn't it?" After releasing my hands from her head, my wife looked up at me, her eyes like water.

"...Why, that...that kind of thing?"

"I love you."

I answered in a gentle tone.

"Wanting to see the shameful state of someone you like is something you hate even more than men before..." I cupped my wife's cheeks in my hands, bringing them to her lips that had just been penetrated by my penis, and pressed them against mine.

We sucked each other's saliva, tasted each other's oral mucosa...between our bodies, there was a lovely female cunt, and the adult toy was showing off, performing lewd movements.

"...That kind of thing."

I heard my wife murmur as our lips parted.

"But... I hate it... it's hard..."

Hearing this, I captured my wife's lips again, and began to skillfully manipulate her engorged clitoris.

"Ah... ah, no!"

Her voice was urgent, sensing the signs of climax. Without hesitation, I immediately pulled the vibrating egg from her vulva.

"Here, turn your ass this way. Hurry!"

I made my wife change position, grabbing her bare buttocks with both hands, exposing them to the center of the camera. My wife's small fingers guided my penis, beginning this erotic pleasure.

Excited, throbbing, I plunged deeply and fiercely into my wife's shy hole. Between her raised buttocks, her dark anus twitched and opened, my penis blocking the front hole, deeply and continuously thrusting in, her disheveled hair obscuring her face.

I leaned down, overlapping my upper body with my wife's back, twisting her face backward, and kissed her deeply. The camera captured her melting expression.

My hand moved from in front of her body to her crotch, playing with her clitoris. Just before reaching climax, I pressed down on my wife, rousing her body for the final thrust. My wife covered her mouth with one hand to prevent any sound from escaping.

"N, gugu... oh, iku!"

Involuntarily, her face tilted back, facing the camera, her face contorted in ecstasy on full display.

"...That was horrible!"

I frantically tried to hold my wife's waist, which was about to collapse, as I reached my final climax. *Smack, smack*, the obscene sounds of our buttocks and thighs colliding echoed in the room. Finally, my restraint reached its limit, and in the instant I ejaculated, I pulled out my penis, emptying my bladder near her anus.

[The End]

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