Wife's Sex Toys

The wife's seduction of love
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My wife is 32 years old this year. I am the same age as her, but a few months older. We work in the same company. Our colleagues say that we are a standard "office romance", haha! It doesn't matter. As long as we have a good relationship, it's OK!
From meeting to getting to know each other, from getting to know each other to falling in love, and finally getting married, everything is natural and uneventful. Everything happens naturally like a normal person's love. The process of falling in love is also to gradually build feelings from gatherings with three or five friends, and then to dating alone. At first, the content of dating alone is just the two of us shopping together, doing some exercise, and having a meal. These activities are usually carried out in some relatively public places.
As our relationship develops further, we also have further physical contact. From the initial holding hands and hugging shoulders, it has developed into hugging, kissing, and caressing. Of course, given the privacy required for these activities, our meeting places shifted from more open venues to more secluded spaces, such as bars, cinemas, groves, and parks at night. Back then, we were deeply in love, and sparks would occasionally fly.
As is often the case, physical contact was like breaking through a barrier, and our feelings for each other intensified rapidly. Spaces like cinemas and bars, being public places, could no longer satisfy our need for intimacy. Our "battleground" moved from the outside to the inside—my apartment or her home.
In these completely private spaces, our feelings and actions were no longer constrained, and we marched towards my ultimate goal! Of course, this advance is just a desire; I don't want to reveal my wolfish nature (the "wolf" in "wolf," haha!) because of my eagerness. After all, she's a girlfriend I quite like, and winning her over is just a matter of time. I can't afford to be careless and lose everything; relationships need to be developed step by step!
Whenever conditions allow, we'll seize every opportunity to flirt and be intimate. The standard procedure is usually like this: first, we chat, watch TV, or do other unrelated things, then casually make eye contact. In that instant, she'll understand my intentions, and then I'll use the brief moment of eye contact to... Get close to her body (though it doesn't always have to be this close; often our bodies are already embracing), whisper sweet nothings, and gently stroke her hair, cheeks, chin, and those sensual lips.
Women are such sensual creatures; with just the right amount of stimulation—remember, the right amount, never too much—she'll enter a state of bliss. Then, I'll offer my lips, our lips meeting for a long, lingering kiss. My hands will lightly rest on her arms or waist, and when her breathing becomes heavier, I'll unleash my signature move: the "Dragon Claw Hand" breast grab.
(Don't be angry, Stephen Chow fans, I'm just quoting him here, that's all.) My hands roamed over her body, caressing her with all my might. Of course, my ultimate move wasn't always aimed directly at her breasts.
Because we existed in a time and space only for the two of us, with no outside interference, my hands became even more unrestrained. My actions changed from brief contact like when we were outside to prolonged contact with certain parts of her body. Merely touching from a distance was no longer enough to satisfy my desires; my hands... My hands roamed over her body like a snake, and as the time became ripe, I grew increasingly restless.
It was the transition from autumn to winter, and people were gradually wearing thicker clothes. My hands would gently lift her thermal underwear or sweater and slip inside, making direct contact with her flesh. First, I would linger and explore her waist, then slowly move upwards to attack her full breasts. I would first knead them through her bra, then slip my hands inside to directly squeeze and grasp her ample breasts.
At this point, some of you might be about to scream... "Damn it, what a mess! Go for it! Just get straight to the point!"
Wrong, wrong, wrong, that's a mistake! Actually, with my superb skills, it's easy to remove her "armor" in a few quick moves, leaving her braless.
Given my wife's affluent family background, she's always been a girl who pays great attention to her appearance and cherishes her body. Most of her underwear is high-end brand-name from department stores, of excellent quality and stylish. Perhaps because my wife's breasts are quite full, her bras all have a certain amount of support. Yes, wearing it would accentuate the height of her ample breasts.
Designer bras like these often have the straps and cups connected by a small hook and loop for easy adjustment. This means I only need to unfasten the straps and back clasp, then gently pull the bra out from under her clothes… imagine the “breast jiggling” scene from a Japanese anime! Haha, and later events proved my analogy to be absolutely brilliant! But in this situation,
such methods are absolutely unacceptable. Imagine that even if she's currently lost in my caresses, moaning and groaning, when she later reflects on these moments, once she notices these details… As the saying goes, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; in certain emotional matters, they can be unfathomably subtle and unpredictable.
On the contrary, in the first few times I touched her body, I would deliberately act clumsy like a bear, a bit reckless and impatient, or use a little force… I deliberately tried to get in, but to no avail. At first, this kind of mischief would get me rejected a few times, but as I touched and caressed my wife more often, and she moved past her initial resistance and into acceptance, my understanding wife would even proactively unhook her bra from behind to help me out. After conquering my wife's high ground (rubbing her breasts)
, it became natural to dive down (touching her vagina). That's how women are; they clearly yearn for and enjoy it, but they insist on showing some shyness and bashfulness.
But then again, once she expresses... He was unusually excited, and after a few moments, he was on top of me. What would you think then? Based on my past experience with women, I vaguely suspected that my wife might still be a virgin! This was fully confirmed when I finally took her virginity; I'll go into the details later.
It's not that I'm old-fashioned or have a virginity complex; after all, she's someone I want to spend my life with, and I'd prefer her to be pure in the face of my ultimate love. Besides, I can enjoy slowly developing her in the future.
Actually, before dating her, three other women had passed through my life. One was my first love, a bittersweet experience—a classmate named Ting from high school. My admiration for her, due to youthful shyness, was a hazy, unrequited love, like admiring a lotus from afar. Although I confessed my feelings, my memories of her were only of my own fantasies when I was lonely.
Back then, I would often imagine her in various lewd positions based on scenes from pornographic videos
, sometimes making her lie on her back in an M-shape. She bent her legs, her vulva wide open, revealing her flower heart; sometimes she was made to lie face down like a dog crawling, shaking her buttocks and sitting back repeatedly, the gap between her thighs appearing and disappearing; sometimes she was made to squat with her back straight, one hand kneading her breasts and the other scratching her vulva, parting her labia to expose that alluring cunt.
Because of her full figure and thick hair, I imagined she must have dark, thick pubic hair, a high, rounded mons pubis, and a pinkish clitoris that required the help of hands to part the pubic hair and the labia to be clearly seen. Whenever I thought of these images, I would masturbate frantically until I reached orgasm. Looking back now, it's somewhat laughable, but it was also a man's hazy enlightenment (the technical term should be sexual fantasy) about sex during his teenage years. She was my college classmate, the object of my verification regarding the term "hymen" in the sex education textbook, and also the one who ended my virginity. She had round cheeks, and her pointed chin highlighted her lively personality. Beneath her long eyelashes were a pair of large, clear eyes that radiated a unique spirituality. Her
curvaceous, petite body was very endearing. According to Japanese AV, she was the kind of girl with Lolita tendencies, that is, a girl with an angelic, innocent face, while also possessing all the full sexual characteristics of a woman. Especially her alluring breasts, which were initially round and firm, became full and large after being repeatedly kneaded and rubbed by my hands, and with the lubrication of my sexual essence in her vagina, they even had a "shaking" feel. Even now, thinking about it still brings back endless memories.

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