Falling in love with a beautiful woman in stockings

One afternoon a week later, I was lying on my bed in my room, reminiscing about all the "good things" that Sister Shuling and I had done over the past few days, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. I got up to open it and found Sister Shuling standing there. She was wearing a yellow overcoat that reached her calves, a red bag slung over her arm, and a scarf with purple lace around her neck. When I saw her, I was stunned for a moment, and then I heard her say, "What, you're not welcoming me in?"

"No, come in quickly."

After she came in, she put her bag on my bed, casually took off her trench coat, and hung it on the coat rack behind the door. Only then did I realize that she was only wearing a black bodysuit and no other clothes. In other words, she was completely covered by a bodysuit. Sister Shuling actually wore such a sexy outfit to see me, obviously trying to seduce me into having sex with her. And of course I had such an impulse. The cream-colored high heels she was wearing were also particularly sexy, making me want to pick them up and lick them immediately. Her bodysuit was open-crotch, and Shuling wasn't wearing underwear, so her pubic area, not covered by the bodysuit, was clearly visible to me. A tuft of dark pubic hair covered and protected her vulva, but this also aroused in me a desire to push aside the pubic hair and enter the cave.

I said, "Sister, what brings you here?" She said, "I missed you, and I have something happy to celebrate with you today." As she spoke, she took out a bottle of what looked like very expensive red wine from her bag. She asked me, "Do you have any glasses here? Bring out a couple, let's have a drink, okay?"

"Sure, but I only have mugs, not the kind of stemmed glasses for red wine."

"That's fine too. I'm not picky about glassware, it depends on who I'm drinking with."

I quickly went to get two mugs and placed them on the table near the bed. She skillfully used her own corkscrew to unscrew the cork and then left the bottle open to let the wine breathe. Taking advantage of this moment, I asked her, "Sister Shuling, what's the good news?"

She said that her divorce case with her husband was resolved, and she was now free, so she came to celebrate with me. I asked her, shouldn't a divorce be sad? She said she felt a sense of relief. She thanked me. I said I hadn't helped her much. She said I was there for her when she was most upset and helpless. I thought, I just slept with her, even if it was with love.

She went on to say that her ex-husband had gotten that little slut pregnant, so he was in a hurry to get a divorce. When he learned that she agreed to the divorce, he was very grateful to her and didn't haggle over the division of assets. Of the five properties, he gave three to Sister Shuling and also gave her a 20 million yuan settlement. I thought she had gone from a rich housewife to a wealthy woman. I jokingly said, "Sis, you're so rich now, why don't you keep me as your sugar daddy?" She said, "Okay, if you're willing, move in with me tomorrow."

Suddenly, I hugged her and kissed her. She didn't resist and kissed me back. We kissed for a while, and the alcohol wore off. She poured the wine into two mugs. She picked up one and gestured for me to pick up the other. We clinked glasses and took a sip. It was really good wine, very mellow, but I was thinking about something else.

I looked at the beautifully dressed Shuling and said, "Just drinking isn't very interesting. Let's find something to liven things up."

"What kind of liven things up? Not rock-paper-scissors, is it?"

"Of course not," she paused, then continued, "Sister, have you ever watched porn?" "

I've seen some, but not many."

"What kind of porn?"

"I used to download a few when I was bored at night. I think the title was something like 'Unsatisfied Desire'."

?? So she's quite the romantic at heart.

"No wonder your oral sex skills are so good, you've studied it."

"No way. I shouldn't have told you all this."

"Just kidding. How about we find a movie to watch now? We can drink and enjoy it, and maybe even learn a few tricks, okay?"

"I don't want to go crazy with you. If you want to watch, watch it by yourself. I'll just drink."

She's still pretending to be reserved, but I know she's already agreed to my suggestion.

Saying that, I opened a file on my computer named Hojo Maki and selected a movie called "Mother and Son Mating." The movie tells the story of Hojo Maki, who plays a single mother, going on a hot spring trip with her son, breaking down her defenses, and finally achieving a happy union. I pointed to Hojo Maki in the movie and said to her, "Sis, do you think she looks like you?"

"I'm nowhere near as pretty as her."

"No, I think you're much prettier and more charming than her."

"No wonder you insisted on playing mother and son with me at the hotel last time. Turns out you little rascal watch movies like this all day."

"What's wrong with watching this kind of movie? If you weren't watching this kind of movie, how could you serve your sister so well?"

At this moment, Hojo Maki in the movie started licking the penis of the male actor who played her son in the movie

. While licking it with the tip of her tongue, she said, "Son, is it good?" At this moment, my hand also became restless and reached down to her lower body, and inserted my fingers into her vagina. It was already as wet as a flood. I said in her ear, "Sis, do you want it like that person in the movie?"

And she really couldn't stand the feeling of watching porn while being teased by me. She immediately put down her wine glass, pushed me down on the bed, and kissed me forcefully. One of her hands touched my penis and freed it from my crotch. She started to hold it tightly with her delicate hand and started to stroke it up and down. After a while, she moved her lips from my mouth to my lower body, intending to start sucking my penis. At this moment, I stopped her and said, "Sister, wait a minute, how about we add some variety to our play?"

"Add what kind of variety?"

I didn't answer, but simply inserted my penis into a mug of wine and let it soak in it for a while. At first, when my erect penis was inserted into the slightly cool wine, its hardness decreased a bit, but after a while, it adjusted and immediately regained its previous hardness, even becoming harder than before under the stimulation of alcohol. Then I said to her, "This way my cock will taste delicious; it's a new way to drink wine."

She laughed when she saw what I did and said, "You're such a clever little devil! You even came up with this kind of crazy idea, but I'd love to lick it."

I replied, "Then what are you waiting for, sis? Come and lick my wine-soaked cock that I specially brewed for you."

She immediately took my wine-soaked cock into her mouth and licked it with great relish. She licked for a while, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I said, "Sis, let me lick you too."

With that, I laid her flat on my bed, picked up a glass of wine, and poured it all over her breasts. Her breasts were immediately soaked with wine, much of it pooling in the cleavage. I used my hands to pull open her V-neck bodysuit as much as possible, and greedily licked it with my tongue. There was the rich aroma of wine and the milky scent of her breasts; these two aromas intoxicated me. Her breasts clung tightly to the wet bodysuit, and as I licked her firm breasts, which smelled of stockings, wine, and milk, my penis became even harder. I really wanted to fuck her at that moment, so I said, "How about letting your lower mouth taste my wine-filled penis too?"

"Okay, let's go."

As she spoke, she used both hands to lift her beautiful legs from the inside out, bringing them together towards her head, her buttocks half-raised towards the sky. The open-crotch stockings perfectly and alluringly displayed her vulva in front of me. I then inserted my penis into the wine, and then, still dripping wine, I thrust it into her honey hole. Because my penis was covered in wine, coupled with the large amount of vaginal fluid secreted from her vagina, my penis penetrated very thoroughly. Almost the entire length of my penis was inside her vagina. The warm folds of flesh and my wine-soaked penis rubbed together happily, making a soft, wet sound. The wine was potent, as if it had intoxicated my penis as well. Today, my penis was thrusting in and out with unusual frenzy. This drunken penis played with her vagina without any regard for its usual manners or whether her cries were of pain or pleasure. The more she cried out, the harder I thrust. The numbing effect of the alcohol also made my penis forget to ejaculate. Even though I was thrusting very fast and deep, I just didn't feel like ejaculating. I continued this rapid thrusting for more than half an hour. Normally, I would have ejaculated several times over. She started yelling, "You little rascal, why aren't you coming yet? You've really worn me out! Please, just come already!"

Seeing her begging, I felt a pang of sympathy, but I still wouldn't let up, saying, "Sis, it's not that I don't want to come, it's just that I really can't."

"Oh, you're so mean! What do you want me to do to make you come?"

"How about we act out a scene from that porn movie we just watched?"

"Ugh, no way."

"You can't come if you don't act it out."

"Okay, just come already."

"So what should you call me?"

"Good son, hurry up and shoot it into Mommy. Hurry up, hurry up and make Mommy's belly big."

This incestuous pleasure was indeed effective. I felt the burning sensation at the tip of my glans, and I shouted, "Wow, Mommy, your son's semen is going to shoot into Mommy, your son is going to make Mommy's belly big, Mommy is going to give birth to your baby." Then, a stream of white liquid mixed with alcohol and semen shot into her vagina. After ejaculating, I pressed myself against her, and the wine on her breasts soaked my breasts as well, some of it flowing onto the bed, and the area around us was also a little wet.

We lay there on the bed for what seemed like an eternity. I pulled her close, and we whispered sweet nothings. We were getting really into it when I noticed her face suddenly turn pale. She pushed me away, jumped up, ran into the bathroom, and dry-streaked several times in front of the toilet, but nothing came out. I got up and gently patted her back, asking, "Sis, what's wrong?"

She dry-streaked a few more times, then washed her face at the sink, looked in the mirror, turned around, lightly punched me, and said, "You're so naughty! It's all your fault! You got me pregnant! I'm carrying your child!"

"Really?" I said in surprise.

She glared at me and said, "Of course! Lately, only you've touched me, and you always ejaculated inside."

I was a little flustered, and since I was also a bit hungry, I deliberately changed the subject, suggesting we go to the supermarket to buy something to eat.

While shopping at the supermarket, I suggested she buy a pregnancy test to confirm.

When we got back, I listened to her pee outside the bathroom, and then I heard her say, "It's positive!" I pushed the door open and saw the pregnancy test in her hand, now discolored.

Then we sat on the edge of the bed in silence.

She broke the silence first.

"I'm 43, it's not easy to have a child now. No matter what you think, I'm definitely going to keep this child."

I thought for a moment, then took her hand and said, "Then, Sister Shuling, marry me. We can take care of our child together." "

But I'm more than 20 years older than you. I'm still pretty good-looking now, and I can still attract you. But in a few years, when I'm older, will you still have feelings for me? I'm a woman who's been hurt before, and I don't want to be hurt again."

I hugged her and said, "Sister Shuling, believe me, I'm not a heartless man. After we get married, I will only have feelings for you. I swear, if I ever have a change of heart, may my penis never get erect again." "

But even if I'm willing, and you're willing, what will your parents think?"

"Don't worry about that, I'll convince them."

With that, I poured some wine into both glasses and said, "My dear wife, how about we drink a toast together now?"

"Who's your wife? I haven't even agreed yet!"

But despite saying that, she still took my hand and half-heartedly drank the toast with me.

After we finished, I said, "Now that we've drunk the toast, we're truly husband and wife. From now on, you'll be responsible for everything I do."

"Wow, you're so shameless! You think you can marry me after just one drink? At least you should kneel down and propose!"

I quickly grabbed a can, opened it, put the can aside, and, holding the pull tab, knelt before her.

"Shuling, will you marry me?"

She didn't speak, but simply extended her hand to me. I slipped the ring onto her finger, and she pulled me up, kissed me, and whispered in my ear, "I do, of course I do."

We sat affectionately on the edge of the bed, drinking and eating snacks we had just bought from the supermarket. We chatted, talking about how she and her ex-husband had been married for so many years without children, while I had conceived after only a few weeks—it was truly a cruel twist of fate. I said, "Maybe her ex-husband had some health issues, that's why he couldn't have children." She said, "But how come her ex-husband's mistress is pregnant?" I said, "Her ex-husband's mistress is a model, and models are usually very promiscuous; they often have affairs with photographers. How can you be sure the child in her belly is definitely your ex-husband's?" She laughed and said it was good that way, letting that heartless man get what he deserved.

Then she looked at me and said, "Then you shouldn't live here anymore, move in with me."

I said okay.

I called the landlord, made up an excuse, saying there was something urgent back home and I had to go back urgently, so I couldn't rent the house anymore, and I didn't want the deposit back. I said I would leave the key under the doormat. Hearing that I didn't want the deposit back, the landlord readily agreed and even politely hoped that I would continue to rent his house next time I came back. I nodded and hung up the phone.

Then she helped me pack my things. Actually, I didn't have much. The furniture and everything else belonged to the landlord. All my belongings were packed into one suitcase.

We went outside, locked the door, and placed the key under the carpet. I took her hand with one hand and carried her suitcase with the other as we went downstairs. Her car was downstairs. We put the suitcase in the back seat, sat in the front, and she started the car, driving towards our future home.

This time, we drove in openly through the main gate of her complex, all the way to her garage in her small yard.

After settling everything in, we were both a little tired and lay down on the sofa in the living room. She nestled in my arms and said, "Honey, I'll take you to pick out some clothes tomorrow."

I nodded, and when she saw I didn't speak, she asked, "What's wrong, honey? You're already having second thoughts before you've even married me?"

I quickly explained, "Of course not, it's just that I'm a little sad thinking about how you're carrying my child now and won't be able to do it for several months."

Hearing this, she laughed and said, "Oh, so that's what it's about. You're such a lecherous husband, always thinking about this. But I've heard that it's okay to have sex during pregnancy."

I remembered an expert article I'd once read about sex during pregnancy and excitedly said, "Yes, I think I read something like that. Honey, do you have a computer here? I'll search it online."

"Yes, in the study." Wow

, rich people are different; they even have a study.

We walked arm in arm into the study, turned on the computer, and searched for articles about sex during pregnancy. Sure enough, it's okay during pregnancy; one article even said it's beneficial for the fetus. And not only in the middle months, but also during the first and last trimesters. The only requirement is to reduce the frequency during the first and last trimesters, use the woman-on-top position, and not too frequent—just gentle penetration.

By this point, I was already a little overwhelmed. Then I saw Sister Shuling, dressed differently—purple stockings, yellow high heels, and no other clothes as I'd requested. I picked her up, left the study, and went upstairs to the bedroom.

Having been there once before, I knew the ropes. I gently placed her on the bed and began to lovingly lick her private parts. As I licked, I parted her labia and blew air into them. She immediately cried out, "What are you doing?" "

I'm just saying hello to our child."

"You're naughty."

While she was saying I was naughty, I thrust myself in gently. Because I wasn't using much force, I could fully feel the folds of her vaginal walls rubbing against my penis. I thrust in and out slowly, using a pillow to elevate her head and back so that her mouth could be close to mine when we kissed. I braced myself on the bed, trying to keep my stomach from touching hers. Even when my stomach did touch hers during penetration, I immediately pulled it back. After a while, she cried out, "No! You're making me so anxious!"

"Wife, you're pregnant. I can't be too rough."

"It's only been less than a month. Didn't you read the article? It's not that fragile."

But I still insisted on my thrusting strength. She couldn't take it, pushed me away, and said, "I'm on top." Then, we rolled over, and she straddled me. As soon as she straddled me, the seat cover hit me with great force and frequency. Her buttocks made a smacking sound from the force of sitting on it. I reached out and grabbed her breast with one hand, and touched her beautiful legs in stockings with the other, enjoying her seat cover. After a short while, I couldn't take it anymore. My penis spun inside her vagina, and I ejaculated hot, white semen. At the moment of ejaculation, I wondered if my child would blame me, the bad father, for always vomiting white, sticky stuff into his mother's belly after he was born.

Then, she slumped against me, her lips found mine, and we kissed. Usually, I was the one who fell asleep on top of her, but this time it was her. Although I was a little uncomfortable at first, the thought that this was the woman who would carry on my family line made me feel better. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

A week later, one afternoon, I was lying in my bed, reminiscing about the "good things" I'd done with Sister Shuling over the past few days, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. I got up to open it and found Sister Shuling standing there. She was wearing a yellow overcoat that reached her calves, a red bag slung over her arm, and a purple lace scarf around her neck. Seeing her, I was stunned for a moment, then she said, "What, aren't you going to welcome me in?"

"No, come in quickly."

After she came in, she put her bag on my bed, casually took off her trench coat, and hung it on the coat rack behind the door. Only then did I realize that she was only wearing a black bodysuit and no other clothes. In other words, she was completely covered by a bodysuit. Sister Shuling actually wore such a sexy outfit to see me, obviously trying to seduce me into having sex with her. And of course I had such an impulse. The cream-colored high heels she was wearing were also particularly sexy, making me want to pick them up and lick them immediately. Her bodysuit was open-crotch, and Shuling wasn't wearing underwear, so her pubic area, not covered by the bodysuit, was clearly visible to me. A tuft of dark pubic hair covered and protected her vulva, but this also aroused in me a desire to push aside the pubic hair and enter the cave.

I said, "Sister, what brings you here?" She said, "I missed you, and I have something happy to celebrate with you today." As she spoke, she took out a bottle of what looked like very expensive red wine from her bag. She asked me, "Do you have any glasses here? Bring out a couple, let's have a drink, okay?"

"Sure, but I only have mugs, not the kind of stemmed glasses for red wine."

"That's fine too. I'm not picky about glassware, it depends on who I'm drinking with."

I quickly went to get two mugs and placed them on the table near the bed. She skillfully used her own corkscrew to unscrew the cork and then left the bottle open to let the wine breathe. Taking advantage of this moment, I asked her, "Sister Shuling, what's the good news?"

She said that her divorce case with her husband was resolved, and she was now free, so she came to celebrate with me. I asked her, shouldn't a divorce be sad? She said she felt a sense of relief. She thanked me. I said I hadn't helped her much. She said I was there for her when she was most upset and helpless. I thought, I just slept with her, even if it was with love.

She went on to say that her ex-husband had gotten that little slut pregnant, so he was in a hurry to get a divorce. When he learned that she agreed to the divorce, he was very grateful to her and didn't haggle over the division of assets. Of the five properties, he gave three to Sister Shuling and also gave her a 20 million yuan settlement. I thought she had gone from a rich housewife to a wealthy woman. I jokingly said, "Sis, you're so rich now, why don't you keep me as your sugar daddy?" She said, "Okay, if you're willing, move in with me tomorrow."

Suddenly, I hugged her and kissed her. She didn't resist and kissed me back. We kissed for a while, and the alcohol wore off. She poured the wine into two mugs. She picked up one and gestured for me to pick up the other. We clinked glasses and took a sip. It was really good wine, very mellow, but I was thinking about something else.

I looked at the beautifully dressed Shuling and said, "Just drinking isn't very interesting. Let's find something to liven things up."

"What kind of liven things up? Not rock-paper-scissors, is it?"

"Of course not," she paused, then continued, "Sister, have you ever watched porn?" "

I've seen some, but not many."

"What kind of porn?"

"I used to download a few when I was bored at night. I think the title was something like 'Unsatisfied Desire'."

?? So she's quite the romantic at heart.

"No wonder your oral sex skills are so good, you've studied it."

"No way. I shouldn't have told you all this."

"Just kidding. How about we find a movie to watch now? We can drink and enjoy it, and maybe even learn a few tricks, okay?"

"I don't want to go crazy with you. If you want to watch, watch it by yourself. I'll just drink."

She's still pretending to be reserved, but I know she's already agreed to my suggestion.

Saying that, I opened a file on my computer named Hojo Maki and selected a movie called "Mother and Son Mating." The movie tells the story of Hojo Maki, who plays a single mother, going on a hot spring trip with her son, breaking down her defenses, and finally achieving a happy union. I pointed to Hojo Maki in the movie and said to her, "Sis, do you think she looks like you?"

"I'm nowhere near as pretty as her."

"No, I think you're much prettier and more charming than her."

"No wonder you insisted on playing mother-son role-playing with me at the hotel last time; you little rascal, you watch movies like this all day."

"What's wrong with watching these kinds of movies? If I didn't watch these kinds of movies, how could I serve my sister so well?"

At this point, Hojo Maki, who was playing the son in the film, started licking the penis of the actor playing the son, saying with the tip of her tongue, "Son, is it good?"

My hand also wandered to her genitals, inserting my fingers into her vagina, which was already incredibly wet. I whispered in her ear, "Sis, do you want it like that guy in the film?"

She clearly couldn't stand being aroused while watching porn, so she immediately put down her glass, pushed me down on the bed, and forcefully kissed me. Her hand reached for my penis, freeing it from my pants, and began to grip it tightly, stroking it up and down. After a while, she moved her lips to my genitals, intending to suck my penis. At this moment, I stopped her and said, "Sister, wait a minute, how about we add some variety to our game?"

"Add what variety?"

I didn't answer, but simply inserted my penis into a mug of wine and let it soak for a while. At first, when my erect penis was inserted into the slightly cool wine, its hardness decreased a bit, but after a while, it adjusted and immediately regained its previous hardness, and even became harder than before under the stimulation of alcohol. Then I said to her, "This way my cock will taste delicious; it's a new way to drink wine."

She laughed when she saw what I did and said, "You're such a clever little devil! You even came up with this kind of crazy idea, but I'd love to lick it."

I replied, "Then what are you waiting for, sis? Come and lick my wine-soaked cock that I specially brewed for you."

She immediately took my wine-soaked cock into her mouth and licked it with great relish. She licked for a while, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I said, "Sis, let me lick you too."

With that, I laid her flat on my bed, picked up a glass of wine, and poured it all over her breasts. Her breasts were immediately soaked with wine, much of it pooling in the cleavage. I used my hands to pull open her V-neck bodysuit as much as possible, and greedily licked it with my tongue. There was the rich aroma of wine and the milky scent of her breasts; these two aromas intoxicated me. Her breasts clung tightly to the wet bodysuit, and as I licked her firm breasts, which smelled of stockings, wine, and milk, my penis became even harder. I really wanted to fuck her at that moment, so I said, "How about letting your lower mouth taste my wine-filled penis too?"

"Okay, come on."

With that, she used both hands to lift her beautiful legs from the inside out, bringing them together towards her head, her buttocks half-raised in the air. Her open-crotch stockings perfectly and alluringly displayed her vulva before me. I then inserted my penis into the wine, and then, still dripping wine, thrust it into her honey pot. Because my penis was covered in wine, coupled with the copious amount of vaginal fluid secreted by her, my penis... It was so deep, almost completely inside her vagina. The warm folds of flesh and my wine-soaked penis rubbed together happily, making a soft, wet sound. The wine was potent, as if it had intoxicated my penis too. Today, my penis was thrusting in and out with unusual frenzy. This drunken penis was playing with her vagina without any regard for her usual manners or whether her cries were of pain or pleasure. The more she cried out, the harder I thrust. The numbing effect of the alcohol also made me forget about ejaculation. Even though I was thrusting very fast and deep, I didn't feel like I was going to ejaculate. I continued this rapid thrusting for over half an hour. Normally, I would have ejaculated several times over. She started yelling, "You little rascal, why aren't you coming yet? You've really worn me out! Please, just come already!"

Seeing her begging, I felt a pang of sympathy, but I still wouldn't let up, saying, "Sis, it's not that I don't want to come, it's just that I really can't."

"Oh, you're so mean! What do you want me to do to make you come?"

"How about we act out a scene from that porn movie we just watched?"

"Ugh, no way."

"You can't come if you don't act it out."

"Okay, just come already."

"So what should you call me?"

"Good son, hurry up and shoot it into Mommy. Hurry up, hurry up and make Mommy's belly big."

This incestuous pleasure was indeed effective. I felt the burning sensation at the tip of my glans, and I shouted, "Wow, Mommy, your son's semen is going to shoot into Mommy, your son is going to make Mommy's belly big, Mommy is going to give birth to your baby." Then, a stream of white liquid mixed with alcohol and semen shot into her vagina. After ejaculating, I pressed myself against her, and the wine on her breasts soaked my breasts as well, some of it flowing onto the bed, and the area around us was also a little wet.

We lay there on the bed for what seemed like an eternity. I pulled her close, and we whispered sweet nothings. We were getting really into it when I noticed her face suddenly turn pale. She pushed me away, jumped up, ran into the bathroom, and dry-streaked several times in front of the toilet, but nothing came out. I got up and gently patted her back, asking, "Sis, what's wrong?"

She dry-streaked a few more times, then washed her face at the sink, looked in the mirror, turned around, lightly punched me, and said, "You're so naughty! It's all your fault! You got me pregnant! I'm carrying your child!"

"Really?" I said in surprise.

She glared at me and said, "Of course! Lately, only you've touched me, and you always ejaculated inside."

I was a little flustered, and since I was also a bit hungry, I deliberately changed the subject, suggesting we go to the supermarket to buy something to eat.

While shopping at the supermarket, I suggested she buy a pregnancy test to confirm.

When we got back, I listened to her pee outside the bathroom, and then I heard her say, "It's positive!" I pushed the door open and saw the pregnancy test in her hand, now discolored.

Then we sat on the edge of the bed in silence.

She broke the silence first.

"I'm 43, it's not easy to have a child now. No matter what you think, I'm definitely going to keep this child."

I thought for a moment, then took her hand and said, "Then, Sister Shuling, marry me. We can take care of our child together." "

But I'm more than 20 years older than you. I'm still pretty good-looking now, and I can still attract you. But in a few years, when I'm older, will you still have feelings for me? I'm a woman who's been hurt before, and I don't want to be hurt again."

I hugged her and said, "Sister Shuling, believe me, I'm not a heartless man. After we get married, I will only have feelings for you. I swear, if I ever have a change of heart, may my penis never get erect again." "

But even if I'm willing, and you're willing, what will your parents think?"

"Don't worry about that, I'll convince them."

With that, I poured some wine into both glasses and said, "My dear wife, how about we drink a toast together now?"

"Who's your wife? I haven't even agreed yet!"

But despite saying that, she still took my hand and half-heartedly drank the toast with me.

After we finished, I said, "Now that we've drunk the toast, we're truly husband and wife. From now on, you'll be responsible for everything I do."

"Wow, you're so shameless! You think you can marry me after just one drink? At least you should kneel down and propose!"

I quickly grabbed a can, opened it, put the can aside, and, holding the pull tab, knelt before her.

"Shuling, will you marry me?"

She didn't speak, but simply extended her hand to me. I slipped the ring onto her finger, and she pulled me up, kissed me, and whispered in my ear, "I will, of course I will, sister."

We sat affectionately on the edge of the bed, drinking and eating snacks we'd just bought from the supermarket. We chatted, and she mentioned how she and her ex-husband had been married for so many years without children, while she and I had gotten pregnant after only a few weeks – what a cruel twist of fate! I said, "Maybe her ex-husband had some health problem, that's why he couldn't have children." She said, "But how come her ex-husband's mistress is pregnant?" I said, "Her ex-husband's mistress is a model, and models are usually very promiscuous; they often have affairs with photographers. How can you be sure the child in her belly is her ex-husband's?" She laughed, saying, "That's good, it'll make that unfaithful man get what he deserves."

Then she looked at me and said, "Then you shouldn't live here anymore, move in with me."

I said okay.

I called the landlord, made up an excuse, saying I had some urgent business back home and needed to go back urgently, so I couldn't rent the apartment anymore and I didn't want the deposit back. I told him I'd leave the key under the doormat. Hearing I didn't want the deposit back, the landlord readily agreed and even politely hoped I'd rent it again next time I came back. I nodded and hung up.

Then she helped me pack my things. Actually, there wasn't much; the furniture all belonged to the landlord, and all my belongings fit in a single suitcase.

We went outside, locked the door, and put the key under the doormat. I held her hand with one hand and carried the suitcase with the other, and we went downstairs together. Her car was downstairs. We put the suitcase in the back seat, sat in the front, and she started the car, driving towards our future home.

This time, we drove right in through the main gate of her apartment complex, all the way to her garage in her small yard.

After settling everything in, we were both a little tired and lay down on the sofa in the living room. She nestled in my arms and said, "Honey, I'll take you to pick out some clothes tomorrow."

I nodded, and seeing that I didn't speak, she asked, "What's wrong, honey? You're already regretting it before you've even married me?"

I quickly explained, "Of course not, it's just that I'm a little sad thinking about how you're carrying my child now and won't be able to do it for several months."

Hearing this, she laughed and said, "Oh, so that's what it's about. You're such a lecherous husband, always thinking about this. But I've heard that it's okay to have sex during pregnancy."

I remembered an expert article I'd once read about sex during pregnancy and excitedly said, "Yes, I think I read something like that. Honey, do you have a computer here? I'll search it online."

"Yes, it's in the study."

Wow, rich people are different. They even have a study.

We walked arm in arm into the study, turned on the computer, and searched for articles about sex during pregnancy. Sure enough, it's okay during pregnancy. One article even said that sex during pregnancy is beneficial to the fetus. And not only is it okay in the middle months, but it's also okay during the first and last three months. It's just that the frequency should be reduced during the first and last three months, the woman-on-top position should be used, and the frequency shouldn't be too high, just light penetration is enough.

When I saw this, I couldn't take it anymore. Then I saw Sister Shuling, who had changed her clothes, wearing purple stockings and yellow high heels. She wasn't wearing any other clothes as I had asked. I picked her up, left the study, and went to the bedroom upstairs.

Having been there once before, I knew the ropes. I gently placed her on the bed and began to lovingly lick her private parts. As I licked, I parted her labia and blew air into them. She immediately cried out, "What are you doing?" "

I'm just saying hello to our child."

"You're naughty."

While she was saying I was naughty, I thrust myself in gently. Because I wasn't using much force, I could fully feel the folds of her vaginal walls rubbing against my penis. I thrust in and out slowly, using a pillow to elevate her head and back so that her mouth could be close to mine when we kissed. I braced myself on the bed, trying to keep my stomach from touching hers. Even when my stomach did touch hers during penetration, I immediately pulled it back. After a while, she cried out, "No! You're making me so anxious!"

"Wife, you're pregnant. I can't be too rough."

"It's only been less than a month. Didn't you read the article? It's not that fragile."

But I still insisted on my thrusting strength. She couldn't take it, pushed me away, and said, "I'm on top." Then, we rolled over, and she straddled me. As soon as she straddled me, the seat cover hit me with great force and frequency. Her buttocks made a smacking sound from the force of sitting on it. I reached out and grabbed her breast with one hand, and touched her beautiful legs in stockings with the other, enjoying her seat cover. After a short while, I couldn't take it anymore. My penis spun inside her vagina, and I ejaculated hot, white semen. At the moment of ejaculation, I wondered if my child would blame me, the bad father, for always vomiting white, sticky stuff into his mother's belly after he was born.

Then, she slumped against me, her lips found mine, and we kissed. Usually, I was the one who fell asleep on top of her, but this time it was her who fell asleep on top of me. Although I was a little uncomfortable at first, the thought that this was the woman who would carry on my family line made me feel at ease. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep too.

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