Wife and Teacher Chen

My wife was a virgin when we got together, and since then, she's slept with over a dozen men. I think her second husband, her senior from university, and Teacher Chen should be in the top three. Of these three, her second husband slept with her the most; he's excellent in both physical and mental aspects, and he was the one who introduced her to BDSM, unlocking many techniques. Her senior from university is the most physically powerful, and no matter what they do, his final, intense, and unreasonable fucking always leaves her in ecstasy, making him probably the one she misses most physically. Teacher Chen isn't as physically imposing as the other two, but he's talented; the music videos he occasionally sends her make her feel like a fangirl.

In the autumn, we went to Hangzhou. On the shores of West Lake, my wife livestreamed her trip to Teacher Chen, sending him photos of meals and reporting any fun things that happened, acting like a excited girl. This often made me jealous.

That night, we arrived at the Kaiyuan Mingdu hotel, so comfortable it made me want to make love. After showering, I lay in bed watching a football game, while my wife lay naked next to me playing on her phone. Teacher Chen had just returned from drinking with friends, and the two started chatting. Their conversation gradually became flirtatious, and the alcohol ignited Chen's lust; he began to verbally seduce his wife. The conversation grew increasingly lewd, and his wife's fair legs draped over mine, gently rubbing against my penis. At the teacher's request, his wife sent him a selfie of her breasts, and he reciprocated with a photo of himself masturbating, his penis large and erect, a surprisingly defined six-pack for a 36-year-old man.

His wife lay on her side, and I grasped her breasts from behind, gently playing with them. Under the teasing of the two men, his wife became increasingly aroused, her buttocks raised, rubbing against my penis. My fingers touched it; it was wet and glistening.

Teacher Chen called, and the two made love over the phone. I became his wife's physical tool. I could vaguely hear some of their conversation, followed by his wife's submissive responses, as obedient as a schoolchild before a stern teacher.

"Little slut, naked ass, do you want your husband to fuck you?" — "Mmm~ I want him to fuck me."

"Do you want me to fuck you?" — "Yes~ I want you to fuck me~"

"Give me a blowjob." — The wife twisted her ass, making sucking sounds.

"Little slut, what are you doing now?" — "My husband is touching me~ Ah~~ Ah~~~"

"Go, suck your husband's cock!" Teacher Chen commanded.

The wife obediently got up, stuck out her ass, and lay between my legs, intentionally making smacking sounds while sucking for the teacher over there. I was happy to watch them play, enjoying the wife's incredibly seductive service.

Teacher Chen sent a picture of a penis, veins bulging, black whiskers red, it seems he had ruined quite a few girls when he was in the band. The wife became even more seductive, looking at the picture, diligently sucking the penis.

"So good, baby, your tongue needs to move too, and your hands shouldn't be idle either, rub my balls..." On the other end of the phone, Teacher Chen imagined his wife servicing him. His wife's tongue circled around my glans, her hands gripping my penis and stroking it up and down, her snow-white buttocks glistening... "So good, baby, I can't hold back anymore, do you want me to fuck you?" — "Yes~~" "

Where do you want me to fuck you?" — "Fuck my cunt~~" his wife said shyly.

"Can't you hear me? What did you say, baby?" — "I want you to fuck me, fuck my little cunt~~~" his wife raised her voice.

"Come on, ride on top, sit down yourself."

His wife obediently rode on top, her back to him, holding the phone in her left hand, her right hand holding my penis, her little mouth wet and tight, swallowing my penis in one gulp.

"Is it in, baby?" — "It's in, so good. Ah~~~" his wife twisted her buttocks, her slender waist so delicate it could be encircled with one hand. I've always thought my wife's back was the most beautiful part of her body—smooth, white, and a little bony. Her waist was slender and long, and her buttocks were white and plump.

"Slap, slap!" I deliberately slapped her buttocks a few times. My wife couldn't help but moan.

"You little slut, got your butt spanked? I want to spank you too, baby, stick your butt out so I can spank you, okay?"—"Okay, spank my butt~~" My wife twisted violently.

"I like to penetrate you from behind, stick your butt out, okay?" My

wife obediently lay on the bed, her white buttocks raised high, her vulva smooth and wet.

I wasn't in a hurry; I inserted my fingers, stimulating her G-spot, and my wife cried out loudly.

"You little slut, so obedient. Your butt is sticking up so high." I cooperated by slapping her buttocks twice more.

"Ah~~ Ah?~~~~" My wife screamed in pain. I aimed my penis at her pussy, and my wife twisted her hips, taking it in and then thrusting back and forth. I leisurely watched them get aroused, thinking that if we lit a cigarette, it would be heavenly.

Teacher Chen switched to a video call, his penis erect on the phone screen, his left hand rapidly stroking it. My wife was shy and refused to turn on the video, watching the teacher's penis while enjoying mine, her moans gradually rising in intensity.

Seeing her pussy tighten and her body begin to spasm, I knew my wife was nearing orgasm. So, while rapidly manipulating her raised, snow-white buttocks, I reached out with both hands, grabbed my wife's hands, and pulled her upper body towards me, stretching her body into a perfect crescent shape. I mercilessly swung my penis, "slap, slap, slap..." each lash harder than the last.

"Ah~~ ahhhhhh~~~~~ I'm going to die~~ I'm going to die~~~~~" My wife's head swayed, her hair disheveled, her moans almost screaming. I seized the opportunity to leave two handprints on her buttocks.

My wife's body quickly convulsed, the flesh inside her vagina clenching tightly and writhing powerfully. With a long moan, her body relaxed and slumped down. Her vaginal fluids flowed down her thighs.

Teacher Chen, on the other side, also reached his climax, his hand moving rapidly, and with a cry of release, white fluid gushed out…

My wife lay on her side, her body warm and soft after her orgasm. She chatted with Teacher Chen, still wanting more. I went to shower, and when I came out, my wife was still chatting. In the light of the phone screen, her beautiful face, still flushed from her orgasm, was clearly visible.

"What are you talking about?" I peeked out.

"Nothing," my wife dodged, "He's going to Chongqing tomorrow, he has a performance this afternoon."

Then my wife went to the bathroom to shower, still holding her phone. She didn't come out of the bathroom for a long time. She was wearing a burgundy tank top, completely naked, looking alluring. Her seductive expression flickered with the messages on her phone.

I lay in bed watching the news, my eyes half-closed, gradually becoming sleepy. Suddenly, my wife snuggled up to me, her soft, sweet scent pressing against my body. Her lips were slightly upturned, her expression a half-smile, her eyes fixed on me with a mischievous and innocent look.

This kind of coquettish expression usually meant she wanted something from me. Sure enough, she cupped my face in her small hands, looked at me earnestly, and said,

"I want to go to Chongqing tomorrow."

Damn. I was wide awake. First, I thought it was unreliable, then I wondered if sending myself all that way was a bit... In short, I felt a vague, uneasy sour feeling.

But thinking about it later, it was my wife's initiative that made me especially jealous. This kind of marital flirting is really a delicate psychological balance. Sometimes my wife is with several men until her legs are weak and I don't feel jealous, but other times, a casual, caring glance from her towards another man makes me incredibly jealous.

"I just want to go, okay~~" my wife said coquettishly, clinging to me. "I want to see his performance. I'll fly there tomorrow and come back the day after."

After talking for a while, I started to soften, but I felt a little strange that my wife was more proactive than Mr. Chen. Just then, my phone rang; it was Mr. Chen. He immediately apologized, saying he was very sorry for inviting my wife to his performance without my consent, and that he had missed her terribly since we last met. He said that during our conversation, he really wanted to see her, and since he had a performance to attend, he wanted to invite her. He said he would book her round-trip tickets and make sure everything was safe and comfortable. He hoped I would agree.

He was so affectionate, and he had given me the best possible excuse, so I had no choice but to agree. Mr. Chen was very happy. He was going to Chongqing early the next morning for his performance at 3 pm, so he booked my wife's flight for the morning. Soon, the round-trip tickets were booked: Hangzhou to Chongqing the next morning, and back to Hangzhou the afternoon of the third day. They had a whole night of passionate lovemaking, followed by a whole morning of tender farewells.

My wife, mischievous and suppressing her little bit of pride, was already rock hard after all that rubbing against her. I hadn't ejaculated yet, but with this little vixen on top of me, I was already rock hard. My wife, understanding my subtle manner, lay on top of me, licking my ears, chest, waist, and legs, then gently enveloping my toes. She licked my feet intently, her tongue deftly moving between my toes, a truly pleasurable sensation. After finishing my toes, her tongue moved upwards, finally settling on my penis.

My wife's oral skills were already quite good; there was no teeth involved, and she knew exactly how to control the pressure and pace. For a woman to suck my penis, oral skill is only a small part; more important are the allure of her posture, expression, eyes, and words. My wife is a clever and charming woman; she knows how to use these to tease and satisfy the men she likes. She might crawl over like a cat when a man is sitting on the sofa, lying on the floor to suck his penis; or she might have the man stand while she kneels, sucking while gazing at him with pitiful eyes.

Today, as I lay in bed, my wife lay between my legs, her buttocks deliberately raised high, her waist bent as low as possible, her small mouth deftly sucking and licking, her eyes provocatively fixed on me.

"Little thing, I'm going to make you soft. Don't poke around tomorrow while I'm not here!" My wife said seriously, fiddling with my penis.

"You little slut, you're only allowed to fuck tomorrow, not to give Teacher Chen his dick!" I said deliberately.

"No way, I want to give it to Teacher Chen, to eat Teacher Chen's big dick. I'll eat it at the restaurant when we eat, I'll eat it in the car when we drive, I'll eat it in the bathroom when we shower, and I want to do 69 in bed too~ I want Teacher Chen to eat my little pussy, ah~~ Teacher Chen loves eating my little pussy~~" My wife said coquettishly.

My mind was full of the scene of Teacher Chen pressing my wife down on the sofa and fucking her hard last time in Leshan. I rolled over and made my wife lie on the bed, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. I grabbed her breasts with both hands and thrust my penis in and out of her mouth quickly as if venting my anger. When I was about to ejaculate, I grabbed my wife's hair with my left hand and slapped her breasts with my right hand. Finally, my back went numb and my penis was deeply inserted into my wife's mouth, and a stream of semen shot into the depths of her throat.

After I ejaculated, my penis remained deeply inserted for a few seconds. My wife slapped me hard with her small hand and pushed me away. I pulled out, and my wife gagged, clutching her neck, before running naked into the bathroom. In the bathroom mirror, my wife's hair was disheveled, her face a mess, and her mouth was covered in saliva and semen.

"You scoundrel!—I just put on a face mask," my wife scolded playfully.

The next morning, I woke up. My wife was already up and ready, standing in front of the mirror applying lipstick.

The weather wasn't too cold yet, and my wife wore a thick, dark brown sleeveless bodysuit that hugged her slender waist and round buttocks, covering half of her thighs. She wore high-top, mid-heeled leather boots, making her bare legs appear exceptionally white and tender. She was clearly wearing perfume, and her movements exuded an alluring, mature fragrance.

I hugged her from behind. She had just applied lipstick, a light, warm brown, gentle and elegant. She also had some foundation on, making her complexion fair and delicate. My hair, freshly washed and dried, was fluffy and smooth. My wife smiled at herself in the mirror, admiring herself: "How about it? Your wife is pretty good, isn't she?"

"Of course. She's stunningly beautiful. Teacher Chen should be paying her respects from now on."

"Get lost. I think you're the one who's hard." My wife scratched my crotch; I was indeed hard. "You're pathetic, you get hard just thinking about your wife having sex with someone else." My wife scolded playfully.

Indeed, seeing my wife's elegant and sophisticated attire as she was about to travel a thousand miles to deliver her love, she seemed exceptionally alluring.

"I won't wear socks, I shouldn't be cold, right?"—"I checked the weather forecast, you don't have to wear socks, but I'll bring them anyway."

"Hmm. Is this okay?" My wife examined herself from every angle in the mirror.

"Absolutely. I wouldn't want you to go even if you dressed up more." I slipped my hand under her skirt, touching her buttocks. Her buttocks were round and smooth, a thin lace panty covering her vulva, which had been shaved, pink and clean, with only a small inverted triangle left on her mons pubis.

"Go! I have to go." My wife pushed my hand away.

I held her in my arms as we met on our blind date. My wife tried to avoid me, not wanting me to mess up her makeup, which made me a little sad. I took out my phone and called a car for her. The car arrived quickly, and my wife put on a sweater and picked up her pre-packed purse. As she was leaving, my wife sensed my disappointment.

"Come here, give me a hug!" My wife opened her arms, and I hugged her tightly, her soft, warm body swaying in my embrace. Then I watched her get into the car through the window. On the Didi app, the car carrying my wife slowly approached the airport. In three hours, this soft, warm body would be tightly embracing Mr. Chen...

My wife boarded the plane. Mr. Chen was almost in Chongqing. He was familiar with the performance venue and didn't need to scout it out beforehand. He planned to pick up my wife at the airport. I chatted with him on WeChat.

"**'s flight lands around 10:30." Only after sending the message did I remember that Mr. Chen had booked the tickets.

"Thanks for the reminder, brother. She told me she wouldn't be late. I'll pick her up, don't worry. I'm so excited. Thanks again for your trust!"

"As long as she's happy. Take advantage of your youth and gain more experiences." I comforted her, sending a helpless emoji.

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"—This guy, is he really going to guarantee making his wife happy?

"Good attitude and determination. Do you have any specific methods for completing the mission?"

"When we meet, I'll pamper her like a princess and try my best to create a romantic atmosphere. As for other methods, I'll use all my skills: six nines, ice and fire, old man pushing a cart, Guanyin sitting on a lotus, climbing dragon and phoenix, fish swimming in shallow water, old tree roots... I'll risk all 140 pounds to make her feel like she's in heaven, so happy she won't want to leave." Teacher Chen gave a mischievous laugh. "Is there anything else you want to tell me, brother?"

I thought for a moment. They had been chatting for so long, and before their last meeting, we had already told each other about our wives' likes and dislikes. We also had a practical exchange in Chengdu and Leshan last time, so we were actually quite familiar with each other.

"By the way, I promise I'll use a condom!" Teacher Chen added.

Well, there's nothing more to say. I wish them happiness. I've met Teacher Chen before, and we have a mutual attraction. I've found that letting your wife be with a man you admire is relatively easy to accept.

Around 11 o'clock, Teacher Chen sent a photo: in a car, the man's large hand is holding his wife's small hand, both hands pressed against her fair thighs. The difference is that his wife is wearing a jade bracelet on her wrist, white with a bluish tinge, and it looks to be of good quality. This is a gift from Teacher Chen to his wife.

Around 12 o'clock, he sent a location and two photos. The location is a five-star hotel on Nanbin Road. One photo is of the Yangtze River outside the hotel room, along with the Chongqing Yangtze River Bridge. The other photo is of the room's interior: a high-end king-size bed room. The room and bathroom are transparent, and you can see that the bathroom is quite spacious, with a round jacuzzi. The reflection of his wife is in the glass; she has taken off her sweater and boots, revealing her fair arms and bare legs.

Later, according to Mr. Chen and his wife, they went directly to the hotel from the airport. Once there, they couldn't wait to get together and their passion ignited. His wife later said that after checking into the room, her heart was pounding as they took the elevator up. In the room, she stood by the window looking at the Yangtze River when Mr. Chen hugged her from behind and kissed her ear; she was trembling slightly at that moment.

After kissing for a while, Mr. Chen squatted down, pulled down his wife's panties, and began licking her vulva directly from behind—simple and brutal. His wife, holding onto the railing, bent over, letting Mr. Chen lick her vulva. Then Mr. Chen stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his knees, and thrust into her. When he did, his wife was still wearing her short dress.

There was almost no foreplay, no technique, and she wasn't even dressed. He just licked her, then thrust in; the teacher thrust forcefully and urgently, and his wife moaned with release and pleasure. This time, his wife climaxed quickly, her legs weak and her buttocks sticking out. Mr. Chen didn't change positions, grabbing her waist and thrusting into her vagina vigorously until he too ejaculated.

His wife still fondly remembered that brief, simple act of lovemaking. "It was great," she recalled, "full of passion. His eagerness made me feel valued and desired. It also gave me a sense of accomplishment to make him ejaculate so quickly." "And it felt really sexy when the man was dressed, especially in work clothes or formal attire."

"Did you forget to use a condom?"

"Yes, I think I always do," she said. "I was planning to bite a mark on his neck so he'd wear it to the performance. But we were always doing the same thing, so I never got a chance. Humph!"

That afternoon, she sent a video call on WeChat. It was at the performance venue, a place resembling a tennis court. She was taking a selfie; behind her was the stage, Mr. Chen and his group were performing, and below were young men and women waving their arms. She looked excited, as happy as a little girl. The audience around us probably never imagined that just two hours earlier, this woman in her thirties had been leaning against a hotel window, getting her legs trembling from behind by the bassist on stage.

My wife has a charming and enthusiastic personality, and when she's happy, she can be a bit carefree. During the performance, and later at dinner and while shopping, she was as happy as a young girl, frequently sending me photos, voice messages, and videos, sharing her joyful trip to Wuhan. Compared to my wife's happiness, my loneliness, bitterness, and jealousy seemed rather petty, even dark and despicable.

Sigh, it's rare to see my wife so happy, so I should be magnanimous and tolerant, and not let it affect her mood.

After the performance, Mr. Chen declined the organizer's dinner invitation and left with my blushing wife amidst the cheers of his bandmates. Dinner was hot pot, not in a private room, but in a large, lively place. In the bustling hot pot restaurant, my wife made a bet with Mr. Chen, lost, and half-heartedly let him take off her underwear.

Even more bizarrely, Mr. Chen called over a young waiter, ordered a drink, and then handed his wife's underwear to the waiter, asking him to throw it away. His wife hadn't expected this. When the waiter held up the black lace underwear stained with his wife's bodily fluids, looking at them with a puzzled expression, she was mortified. This burning shame made her feel hot all over, and she longed to pounce on this bad man beside her, pin him to the ground, pull out his penis, and stomp on it with her small feet.

After dinner, Mr. Chen took his wife shopping in Jiefangbei. The wind blew, and her naked, damp lower body felt cool. In the mall, Mr. Chen held his wife's waist, frequently covering her buttocks with his hand. In crowded places, his wife was constantly worried that he might have a bad thought and lift her skirt, so she couldn't help but grab his hand. Knowing his wife liked clothes, he took her to buy two outfits. After trying them on, his wife had long forgotten the shame of the hot pot restaurant and was as happy as a little girl again.

That evening, while I was having beer and dinner by West Lake, Teacher Chen sent me a photo. It showed my wife sitting in a shoe store, trying on a pair of boots. Her legs were bare, one leg raised. She looked furious, her eyes glaring at Teacher Chen with a mixture of anger and frustration. The message followed, "Your wife is trying on shoes without a vacuum," along with a string of funny emojis. I zoomed in on the photo, and it seemed there was a patch of flesh-colored skin around her thighs…

That night, my phone went silent. Teacher Chen was probably keeping his promise, as he said, pulling out all the stops—"six nines," "ice and fire," "old man pushing a cart," "Guanyin sitting on a lotus," "dragon climbing and phoenix attaching," "fish swimming in shallow water," "old tree roots"... He was willing to risk his 140-plus pounds to guarantee his wife ecstasy, making her forget everything else.

I felt a little unsettled. I strolled along the east bank of West Lake, where tourists thronged, handsome men and beautiful women everywhere; their happiness was theirs. There's a small square ahead. I remember the time my wife met her senior, a sports student, by the lake in Hangzhou. It was also in a small square on the east side of the lake. Could this be it? Could it be that they met here that winter after being separated for many years, and that night, the most ferocious and domineering penis I've ever encountered, about 20 centimeters long, was inserted into my wife's vagina?

It's heartbreaking. There are many bars on Nanshan Road. I ordered another bottle of foreign liquor, but the more I drank, the lonelier I felt. I took a taxi back to the hotel. It was almost midnight, and my phone was still silent. I sent my wife a hug icon on WeChat, but she didn't reply for a long time.

This carefree and adorable little slut, who can be so happy, is she doing the Guanyin lotus position, riding on her teacher's penis and sucking hard, or is she doing the old man pushing the cart, lying on the edge of the bed with her ass sticking out, being vigorously fucked from behind by Teacher Chen? I turned on the computer and dug out old photos and videos of my wife being fucked by me and other men. I masturbated while watching them, and finally, when I watched a threesome video of my wife being fucked by two men for forty minutes and then having her face cummed in turn, my penis ejaculated. Silence fell. On the computer screen, my wife, her face covered in semen, was sucking on the glans of a single man's penis. The young man, his sensitive glans still sensitive from ejaculation, was being sucked by my wife, and he cried out exaggeratedly.

It was 12:30, and my phone was still silent. The aftereffects of the liquor and the exhaustion from ejaculation made me fall asleep on the bed. When I woke up the next day, it was already bright. I checked my phone; my wife had replied with a heart and a hug, explaining that she was too tired last night and had fallen asleep without reading the messages. The message was sent at 7:40 AM.

My wife didn't say anything about the previous night's events, and I didn't ask. She was going back to Hangzhou that afternoon; I could tell her then. Moreover, this kind of thing requires a tolerant and wise mindset. If you show that you're bothered or unhappy, your wife will downplay the issue and hide a lot of things. When asked about her plans for the day, she replied that she had to rush to the airport in a few hours, so how could she possibly plan anything? She also mentioned that she drank quite a bit last night, was a little dizzy, and just wanted to stay in the room. There was a hint of sadness in her voice.

Indeed, they only had two or three hours together, and during that time, they probably spent it passionately in bed, and there would definitely be some extra sex. Oh well, so be it, we've done it so many times, one more time won't make a difference. I felt relaxed. I planned to go out to a few places during the day, and in the afternoon I could embrace my beautiful wife at the airport. Would her vagina, which had been used excessively these past few days

, be engorged with blood tonight? Would it be pitifully unable to close its mouth? I even somewhat hoped that Mr. Chen wouldn't use a condom today, letting my wife fly back from a thousand miles away with his semen inside her. I visited a few places as planned, and my phone remained silent all morning. At noon, Mr. Chen sent a WeChat message saying that he had already taken my wife to the airport. Later, I received messages from my wife informing me that she had passed security and boarded the plane. I told her I would pick her up at Xiaoshan Airport and sent her a bouquet of flowers and a hug emoji.

While the plane was in the air, and Teacher Chen was on the car back to Chengdu, I chatted with her:

"

At the airport just now, the baby cried, which made me feel a little sad too."

"Haha, she's quite sentimental, her threshold for laughter and tears is very low. It seems to prove the saying: the shortest distance to a woman's heart is her vagina."

"Yeah. Your baby is really great, beautiful, intelligent, and charming, and so alluring, truly a gem! I'm really a little jealous of you!"

"Your sister is good too, I've been thinking about her ever since she came back last time."

"Haha, other people's wives always seem better. They're quite different. ** is young and less educated, so she seems a bit shallow, you can see right through her. Your ** has more flavor, being with her is so interesting, it's irresistible. Do you know what I like most about her?

" "?"

"She's gentle and intellectual in public, but in bed, she's incredibly shy and reserved, yet on the other hand, she's secretly willing to do anything, hiding her lust in her actions. It's indescribable, but absolutely irresistible. A woman like that can drive a man to ecstasy."

"How did you two have it these past two days?" "

I'll ask your baby tonight; she seems to have had a good time this time." "

Listen to both sides. Tell me about it. The more details, the better." "

I can't say how many times we did it, but last night we did it continuously, playing around while doing it. I ejaculated four times, and she had multiple orgasms. She begged for mercy last night and this morning, so I felt quite accomplished." "

Yesterday, we went from the airport to the hotel, and then we did it. We did it without taking off our clothes. I'd been thinking about it for so long, I was so impatient, you know what I mean, brother?" " I

had a performance in the afternoon, went shopping for a while in the evening, and then went to karaoke. After returning to the hotel, I drank some wine, and then we did it on and off until around 1 a.m. I ejaculated twice last night. We did it again this morning."

"How much did you drink last night?"

"Baby drank more than half a bottle of wine at the karaoke bar, and then had some XO with me when we got back. I drank more."

"Wow. She's basically high after that."

"High and sexy."

"How sexy?"

"I can't really say, it's just that kind of vibe, an indescribable vibe."

At

the airport, my wife walked gracefully towards me from afar. She had changed into an outfit Mr. Chen had bought for her last night. A light blue, striped, jumpsuit-style wool dress, the fabric stretchy and tightly hugging her body, highlighting her curves. A silk scarf was tied around her long neck, her hair pulled back, giving her a cool, goddess-like aura. Seeing me, she gave me a faint, teasing smile.

I went to greet her, hugged her, and felt a faint fragrance emanating from her. As we exited the airport, she walked ahead, her waist swaying beneath her tight dress, her round buttocks swaying alluringly. Later I learned that those swaying buttocks were completely bare; after Mr. Chen gave her underwear to the waiter at the hot pot restaurant last night, my wife hadn't worn underwear since. We

went straight to the restaurant for dinner. At the dinner table, I stared at my wife's face across from me. She had removed the silk scarf from her neck, revealing a bright red hickey on her fair skin. Under my gaze, she looked like a mischievous schoolchild, playfully sticking out her tongue, her eyes filled with an innocent smile, a mixture of teasing and provocation in her gaze.

Anyone with similar experiences knows that the most enjoyable moment is when your wife comes back from a hookup, and I'm fucking her cunt—which has just been brutally fucked and even had ejaculated inside—while listening to her recount the details of what happened.

Back at the hotel, the bathtub was full. My wife entered hesitantly, and I could only slowly make out the hickey on her neck and a red mark on her breast. Something seemed off as her legs parted. Upon closer inspection, I noticed her vulva was clean. Apparently, during a hair removal treatment, a small inverted triangle had been left on her mons pubis, which Mr. Chen had also shaved clean. When I asked her, she said Mr. Chen wanted to leave a mark on her body as a souvenir.

After showering, my wife lay on the bed. While I applied essential oils and gave her a sensual massage, I asked her about the details of our meeting. As my hand brushed against her nipples, she said it hurt; both nipples were red and engorged, sensitive from being sucked. While massaging her thighs and buttocks, I deliberately spread her legs wide to observe her vulva closely, making humiliating comments and asking her to describe the details of being shaved and penetrated. Her vulva was completely bald, pitifully exposed with nowhere to hide. The color was still pink, almost no black pigmentation, her labia were red and engorged, aroused by my teasing. There was clear fluid in her vulva, and her clitoris was swollen, breaking through the foreskin to reveal a tender little bean. With gentle touches of my fingers, her vulva began to writhe, her light brown anus tightening and loosening…

That night and the following days, my wife recounted all the details. Combining this with information from Mr. Chen, I could basically reconstruct my wife's long journey to deliver her vulva and the chaotic sex of that night in Wuhan.

【over】

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