My sexual experiences with my wife

My wife and I met at a vocational training school. I was 19, and she was 16.

Back then, she was so pure and innocent, with long, black hair that reached her waist. At 165cm tall, she always stood out in a crowd. Actually, her looks weren't particularly striking, but she possessed a unique charm. We started dating soon after starting school. I had just emerged from the shadow of failing my college entrance exams, and the fact that a girl who loved me touched me deeply. But I was her first boyfriend, and to this day I still laugh at her for being unlucky—she didn't even see the forest before hanging herself on me.

The school was quite relaxed back then, probably because it was run by the system, and the students were all children of employees. There weren't any special restrictions, so we often spent a lot of time together. At 19, I was already filled with curiosity about women's secrets, but society wasn't as open as it is now, and there was no internet for learning. The first time I held her in my arms, my heart pounded for a long time! But soon we started hugging and kissing. The first time I slipped my hand inside her clothes and touched her budding breasts, they weren't even as big as my hand, but very firm!

About a month into our relationship, I remember it was a weekend evening. My wife and I went to the hospital building behind the school, a place that had been renovated but wasn't yet in use. It was a favorite spot for couples like us. Standing in a room near the rooftop, as dusk settled, the streetlights in the distance made us appear hazy. She looked especially alluring in the night, her body smelling fresh from her shower. The early autumn evening wasn't too cold, and her plain dress billowed in the breeze. Without many words, we embraced and kissed incessantly. My hands roamed restlessly over her back. Having experienced our previous caresses, I decided I wanted to truly experience her body! She didn't particularly resist or refuse my caresses. My hand finally reached the zipper at the back of her skirt, gently and slowly pulling it down little by little. The process felt like an eternity. Finally, I stopped hesitating and used my hands to pull her skirt down from her shoulders to her waist. Her white bra looked very simple. Without hesitation, I lifted her bra up, revealing her small, tender breasts. The areolas were very light, almost nonexistent, and the small nipples stood proudly erect. I continued to pull her skirt down, and her alluring body was finally fully displayed before me, except for her panties, which still covered her 16-year-old secret! I began to kiss her body, my lips roaming over her fair, curvaceous figure, while my hands made a final effort, stroking her buttocks. As I knelt down to kiss her flat stomach, she leaned against the wall, wrapped her arms around my head, and my hands pulled that last protective umbrella down to her ankles. She cried out! Before my eyes appeared such a beautiful picture. The secret of womanhood that I had longed for for 19 years was now naturally revealed to me. It was my lover's body! Her long, shapely thighs were tightly pressed together, and I could see her full labia majora closed, with a few soft, sparse pubic hairs curling timidly. I stared motionlessly at the beautiful and captivating scene before me, almost forgetting what I was supposed to do next! I tried to get her legs to part a little, and she obediently complied, spreading her legs. Her deepest secret was exposed to the night air. I slowly brought my lips closer to her lower body, finally resting on her still-developing labia, gently licking them. I could feel the tremor emanating from her heart. She loved me so much that she wouldn't refuse any of my requests. This was the first time I had ever kissed a woman's labia like this, and it remains the only woman I have ever kissed to this day! Because she eventually became my wife!

My wife and I stayed at that school for over a year before returning to our respective places to start working.

During those days at school, we passionately and freely enjoyed the beauty of sex! Although we didn't have our own little haven, for two people in love like us, wasn't that place our paradise?

Even today, twelve years later, we still often reminisce about those sweet days.

Back then, behind the school were rolling mountains covered in dense forests. Every weekend, many people would go up the mountain. As long as it wasn't raining or we had other commitments, going up the mountain was our favorite choice. We'd bring water, some snacks, a few newspapers or a piece of cloth, and head up the mountain. Then we'd find a secluded spot where there was no path, look around to make sure no one would come here or see us easily, and then we'd sit down, tidy up the stones and withered grass, exchange a smile, and without needing many words, we both knew what was more important to us now! Gently removing our clothes, we laid them out on the ground, exposing our bodies to the fresh mountain air. Sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves at the treetops, casting shadows on us. The faint scent of wildflowers carried on the breeze. We forgot everything; it felt like this was our own private world. We embraced tightly, our bodies intertwined, our hands roaming over each other's bodies, kneading, rubbing, and caressing. I buried my face in my wife's breasts, my tongue greedily sucking at the delicate nipple, its tip circling and swirling against it. My wife grew increasingly excited, her lower body beginning to writhe. Soft, indistinct whispers escaped her lips.

Dew glistened on her naked body, a delicate, subtle fragrance emanating from her skin, sweet and fresh like an early spring orchid—the sweet, ethereal scent unique to young women. My favorite thing to do is place my hands on my wife's buttocks. Her body, newly nourished by my touch, is becoming rounder and smoother each day. I knead her buttocks, then slowly move to the base of her thighs, freely caressing that enchanting garden, wandering through that mountain stream. Her snow-white, full buttocks involuntarily arch upwards, her soft waist trembles, and glistening love juice flows out in waves, while she uncontrollably lets out long, lewd cries of pleasure. I gently insert myself into her long-awaited secret place, usually starting with the traditional missionary position, but my favorite is the rear-entry position. In that open, sky-and-earth setting, looking at my beloved woman, her fair body completely exposed before my eyes, her high-raised buttocks, from her waist down, the exaggerated curves extending to the left and right, cascading into a natural beauty and sensuality. I can't help but lean down and kiss her beautiful buttocks again and again. The wonderful curves of her lower body are completely revealed before you. Her slender, graceful body exuded a girlish charm, most notably her delicate ankles. Her long, shapely thighs appeared soft and rounded, radiating youthful vitality. Moreover, her buttocks, freed from the confinement of her panties, were slightly upturned, as if suspended, her alluring vulva seemingly beckoning my penetration; the excitement was indescribable. My wife's legs were spread apart, and as I kneaded her buttocks together, I also tightened her vulva to its limit! Her breasts swayed back and forth, her alluring body bouncing slightly with each thrust, her highly sensitive vulva further stimulating me. Her slender waist was small, but her buttocks appeared quite large, her buttocks undulating with each thrust, her anus peeking out from between her buttocks, her round buttocks welcoming my thrusts, pushing back powerfully. I grasped her slender waist and pulled her towards me, plunging myself fully into her pink opening. Her waist swayed gently like a willow branch in the spring breeze, her full buttocks squeezed and kneaded like dough. When I finally erupted inside her, I felt as if my whole being exploded into billions of fragments, scattering into the vast universe. This was the supreme enjoyment in the world, a complete union of man and woman… Later, we tried making love in different outdoor settings, and even after we got married, we often went to the countryside to rekindle our initial passion. By the river, under the bridge, on the rooftop… many places hold our joyful memories! We both felt that sex outdoors was completely different from sex at home; that primal, unadulterated nakedness and indulgence allowed us to enjoy the most authentic beauty of sex!

Eight years have passed since we got married, and if you include the four years we dated, we've been in the sexual world for a full twelve years! A complete cycle of the Chinese zodiac. Since marriage, our mutual loyalty, our fascination with each other's bodies, and our harmonious sex life have meant that neither of us has ever had the desire or attempt to cheat. My wife's body is my deepest attachment! However, a silent knot remained in my wife's heart... It was a night not long after our marriage. After a passionate night of lovemaking, we lay on the large bed. I held her bare shoulder tightly with one arm, caressing her firm, tender breasts. Her head rested on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. Her long, slender, white legs draped over me, her labia still bearing the marks of our pleasure, her damp pubic hair rubbing against my thighs. Everything was so peaceful and serene, like the ocean after a storm, only the intense pleasure of the past fading away in waves... Suddenly, my wife's voice broke the tranquility after the climax: "Do you love me?" "Of course!" I was puzzled by her words. "What's wrong?" "What if I've done something to betray you?" I looked at her increasingly serious expression. "What happened?" "Tell me everything, no matter what's wrong! Because I'm the person who loves you most in this world, and no matter what happens, I'll still love you!" From my wife's account, I learned that she had once had a partial affair! But I had already accepted everything about her with tolerance. I told my wife that as long as there is love in sex, there is no sin! And today,

her unsuccessful night became a joke between us during our lovemaking.

That was before we got married. Back then, after graduating from school, we each returned to our hometowns and were assigned jobs, hundreds of kilometers apart. It usually took a whole day to travel between us to see each other!

Communication wasn't as advanced as it is today. Let alone cell phones, even telephones were the most primitive hand-cranked kind! Writing letters became our only way to express our love! Every night, after finishing our last work, writing and reading letters became our greatest joy! Intense longing and those joyful memories accompanied us through the longest days! We didn't know how long this separation would last, or when we could be together again! It was during these days, with the uncertainty about the future and the torment of loneliness, that my wife began to drift off!

There was a boy in my wife's workplace at that time, a few months younger than her. They had grown up in the same compound and knew each other well. Later, they both worked in the same unit, so they inevitably had frequent contact! At that time, my wife, having experienced the baptism of sex, radiated youthful vitality and feminine charm! Especially her full, rounded hips, which exuded a captivating allure! Perhaps because we were close in age and spent a lot of time together, my wife, a rather outgoing woman, often went out with the younger colleagues after work! It was in that environment that he fell in love with her! He drove a car for work and often took my wife and a group of friends for drives outside the city! Meanwhile, my wife was slowly losing faith in our future. In these hazy days, my wife gradually began to develop feelings for him! She started going out for drives alone with him and going to the movies together! But my wife was conflicted; after all, I was her true love! These ambiguous days passed, and my wife's guilt grew heavier with each passing day! During those days, every letter from me felt like a needle piercing her heart! My wife decided to tell him the truth and end this relationship! It was a summer evening. He drove his wife to a quiet, sparsely trafficked side road outside the city, a dirt road leading to a remote town. The summer evening was cool and peaceful. Perhaps sensing something was wrong, he pulled the car over and rolled down the window. The silence between them foreshadowed the impending storm. He slowly reached for his wife's shoulder, trying to put his arm around her, but she gently pushed him away. She broke the oppressive silence, telling him: "We can't be together! Let's end it!" His wife later told me that he cried then. He said it was his first love, and he hadn't expected it to end so quickly. His wife comforted him, saying there would be better girls worth pursuing.

But somehow, he ended up resting his head on his wife's lap. She stroked his hair like an older sister, comforting him. Perhaps it was the mature feminine scent emanating from his wife that awakened his masculine instincts. He embraced her slender, soft waist, his strong arms holding her tightly like iron hoops. His head rubbed against her soft breasts, the unique fragrance of her body filling his senses. Two rapidly heaving, erect breasts pressed against her chest. Through the thin summer fabric, the soft, full mounds of her breasts were clearly visible… Her wife instinctively tried to push them away, but he was no match for her. He told her he had never been intimate with a girl before and hoped she would grant him this one time. He promised never to bother her again. Perhaps she was moved by his words, perhaps she desperately wanted to end the relationship, perhaps she was lonely from a long period without sex, perhaps she still harbored love for him—all the possibilities and assumptions were irrelevant. In that moment of melancholy and confusion, his wife gave up resisting and obediently lay down on the chair he had placed on her back, letting him unbutton her shirt one button at a time and remove her bra. Her pair of snow-white, full, soft, and perky breasts were thrown out in a panic... On that dazzlingly white skin, at the tips of her two shyly exposed, soft and lovely breasts, her bright red and lustrous nipples were like flower stamens shyly blooming in the snow, trembling slightly as she met the man's lustful gaze! Ironically, he didn't even know to suckle his wife's sensitive nipples; he only knew to try and pull off her jeans. His wife didn't stop him from going further, gently lifting her hips and letting him remove all her clothes. His wife was completely naked in front of him. Seeing such a perfect, flawless, and beautiful female body, as white and white as cream, lying naked in front of him, he excitedly pressed down on her. One hand grasped and kneaded his wife's soft, firm breasts, while the other hand gently stroked her fair, delicate, smooth, and beautiful abdomen. At the base of her beautiful, smooth, and long white thighs, a tuft of light black, slightly curly pubic hair shyly covered that alluring jade-like groove... He hurriedly tore off his clothes, his already erect penis looking so unfamiliar. Seeing a woman's body for the first time made him flustered. He forcefully spread his wife's tightly closed white legs, and his wife shyly opened her long, beautiful, and smooth legs little by little. He gently parted his wife's fine, slightly curly pubic hair with his hands, pressing his enormous penis down onto her beautiful and innocent lower body. He first slipped the head of his penis into her tightly closed, smooth labia, into her delicate, rosy vaginal opening, and then pushed in little by little until her small, tight vagina completely gripped his penis. A long-dormant physiological need grew stronger and stronger.

Soon, a thick, slippery fluid of lust flowed from his wife's lower body, and the two rosy, round nipples on her full, firm, soft, and tender breasts gradually hardened and stood erect... The loneliness of not having made love for so long and the desire for sex overwhelmed his wife's mind, and her naked, sacred body helplessly and shyly cooperated with his thrusting. With each thrust and penetration, her body rose and fell, her every stroke hitting the tight, delicate bottom of her vagina. His large, round, hard glans pressed firmly against her tender cervix. Her long, smooth, snow-white legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Just as his wife was about to experience that long-awaited climax, he suddenly ejaculated! The

rest, as he himself said, happened. He never came to see her again. Soon after, through my efforts, I transferred her to my workplace.

My wife told me about her absurd affair with extreme guilt and self-reproach for betrayal. I didn't blame her. I told her, "What happened between you and him happened before we got married. Before marriage, you were free! And when you made love to him, you did have some love for him! If there were no feelings between you, you wouldn't have gone out with him! Sex is beautiful! Sex based on mutual love is even more worthy of respect! I also respect your memory of this sexual encounter! I hope it remains deep in your heart, allowing you to cherish those youthful years!"

After all, true love needs no repentance!

In my 12 years of sexual intimacy with my wife, there is one night I will never forget! It was the summer of the year we got married; I don't remember the exact time. We came back from a walk, showered together, and returned to the bedroom. Without exchanging a word, I turned to look at my wife, raised my right hand, and gently embraced her waist—a waist that evoked countless fantasies. My wife's watery eyes were filled with infatuation. Slowly, her long eyelashes drooped, her large eyes closed, and her delicate face lifted towards me. I gently brought my lips to hers, and the moment we touched, she eagerly pressed hers against mine, her lips slightly parted, waiting. I used the tip of my tongue to lick her upper and lower lips, then slowly explored between her lips and teeth. Immediately, a moist, fragrant tongue met mine, rubbing and entwining with mine. My wife's breathing became rapid, her breath rushing towards my cheek. I slowly withdrew my tongue, guiding her nimble tongue tip into my mouth, then clamped it between my lips, sucking on her icy saliva. Suddenly, I thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, gently biting it with my teeth, my tongue rubbing fiercely against the tip and base of her tongue. My wife seemed breathless, pushing my shoulders away with both hands, tilting her head back, trying to escape my kiss. I followed suit, wrapping my arms around her waist and back, prying her lips open as wide as possible, my tongue touching her teeth and palate. She moaned and gasped, her body trembling violently. Holding her trembling waist and back, hearing her soft moans, my penis involuntarily rose, hardening, growing even harder.

Reaching the bedside, my wife gently raised her arms, allowing me to easily remove her nightgown from her head. What an alluring yet familiar back view it was! Long, jet-black hair, rounded shoulders, a delicate waist, and full, high-arched buttocks. The area where her buttocks met her thighs was concave, deeply concave… My wife turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, her full breasts proudly erect, her pink nipples proudly erect. Her fair calves hung naturally over the edge of the bed, her rounded thighs lying naturally flat, neither deliberately closed nor deliberately spread. The tuft of dark pubic hair between her thighs seemed to rise and fall slightly with her breathing, as if gently beckoning to me, as if whispering a call to my beloved. I gently leaned closer, placing my hands on her smooth shoulders, and slowly fell onto the wide bed. My wife's hands slipped inside my underwear. I lifted my hips, and with my right hand, my wife helped me pull down my underwear. She opened her legs, gently pressing my buttocks against her crotch. I explored her vulva with the head of my penis. It was already very wet, so wet that her entire vulva was damp, so wet that my penis should have been inside her long ago. I gestured for her to spread her legs as wide as possible with my knees, and then used the head of my penis to probe the slightly parted, moist, warm slit. I pressed it in a little bit, and then slowly pushed it open from bottom to top. When it was almost at the very end, I turned and slowly slid it down, halfway down, and then slowly pushed it up again, but suddenly pushed it all the way to the end. My wife couldn't help but let out a soft "oh". I continued to move up and down, slowly rubbing the head of my penis between my wife's labia minora, occasionally lightly touching her clitoris. Each time I touched her clitoris, although I didn't feel anything obvious, I would let out a soft "oh". Gradually, my wife's voice grew louder, and then it basically stabilized at a certain frequency. I felt it was time to move on to the next step, so I used the head of my penis to explore the lower part of the slit, exploring that charming, moist, and passionate little opening. My wife's hands clung tightly to my back, and I pressed myself firmly against her breasts, holding her upper body firmly in place. Then, gently, slowly, and firmly, I used my penis to pry open her vaginal opening and enter her body. With soft moans, her warm, moist vagina tightly embraced my penis, attracting and enveloping it. I began to thrust in and out of her vagina, slowly and gradually increasing the speed, but very lightly and shallowly. My wife began to murmur.

Suddenly, I thrust deeply, pressing my pubic bone against the upper part of her vulva. My wife immediately gasped involuntarily, her lower abdomen tensing as she let out a soft "Ah." Then, I thrust in and out lightly again… and so on, in a continuous cycle. From then on, my wife's lower abdomen began to tense and relax repeatedly, the relaxation time becoming shorter and shorter. Her legs began to kick wildly, her hands groping aimlessly on my back, her brow furrowing deeper and deeper. Sometimes she would half-open her lips and groan as she kissed my face haphazardly, then she would release me and moan a few times. Her hips and waist twisted violently from side to side, her head swaying from side to side, her lips parted, uttering soft "ah ah" sounds, seemingly in pain, yet filled with boundless pleasure. The sounds grew louder, she hugged me tightly, her whole body pressed against me, her vagina gripping my penis tightly, her teeth clenched, her lips wide open, buried in my neck, crying out loud, urgent moans escaping her lips, as if urging me to begin immediately. Her hips and waist swayed from side to side, as if beckoning me to stimulate her, to satisfy her, to conquer her. I responded passionately to my wife's demands, thrusting my hips like a pile driver, rubbing my vagina forcefully, slapping her vulva hard, pulling my glans sharply to the vaginal opening, then plunging my penis deep into her vagina. Her warm, moist vagina readily accepted the thrusts of my penis, while the ring-like, firm vaginal opening resolutely resisted. Her passionate, open moans seemed to cheer on my penile brutality. Her high, mounded mons pubis softly received and dissolved all the impacts on my pubic bone, further fueling my fighting spirit. Deep within her vagina, fluids continuously secreted, making it increasingly lubricated, thus weakening the stimulation to my penis, which only intensified my roughness. I closed my eyes, focusing on accumulating penile pleasure. In a daze, my wife seemed to struggle violently for a while, then with a cry of pain, she tightly embraced me, and then completely relaxed, letting me do as I pleased. Then she seemed to hold my head again, kissing my eyes and lips, then seemingly hanging entirely on me, whispering something comfortably in my ear, and finally seemingly pushing me away violently for a while. But no matter what, my wife never escaped the ravages of my penis on her vagina; I was certain of that. My wife's sudden, sharp, mournful scream in my ear startled me. In that moment of disorientation, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, completely halting my thrusts and enveloping my penis deep within her vagina; her hands pressed firmly against the back of my head, burying my mouth and nose deep between her neck, almost suffocating me. At that instant, I fully regained my senses, and at that instant, my wife screamed wildly into my ear. But the rapid, completely relaxed breathing that followed, the limp body beneath me, the slightly drooling corners of her lips, even her beautiful, slightly dazed face—all these things proclaimed to me how excited, how joyful, how intoxicated, how happy my wife had been in that instant. I suppressed the urge to thrust forcefully, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as I gently stirred my penis inside her softening vagina. Stealing a glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table, only about twenty minutes had passed. "Why haven't I felt like ejaculating yet?" I muttered, slowly withdrawing my still-erect penis. I chuckled softly as I lay down beside my wife, pulling her into my arms. I steadied her hips, thrusting my hips, gently teasing her opening with the head of my penis. With each thrust, her lower abdomen pressed against me more tightly, her buttocks rose higher, her knees and hips trembled more violently, and her opening widened rapidly. The grip on my penis gradually increased, the cavity rubbing against the head of my penis slowly expanding. I quickly held my wife's waist and hips, thrusting my hips with slight effort and relentless force, helping, pushing, and guiding my wife into orgasm. The instant my wife collapsed onto me, I gripped her thighs tightly, lifting her buttocks back up to relieve the pressure on my hips. Then, without pause, I thrust into her vagina with light, rapid strokes. My wife moaned in my ear, struggling weakly. But I showed no mercy, resolutely thrusting my hips, each stroke faster and more forceful than the last. Her vagina, which had just softened, tightened and hardened little by little. After only a few dozen thrusts, she pressed her chest and abdomen against me with all her might… Oh…so good… Oh…so good… Oh…so hot… Oh…so hard…” By the end, it was almost entirely a heartfelt moan. I gently pushed my wife's shoulders, signaling her to sit up, then to squat down. Each deep thrust, each impact on her vulva, the furrowed brow with each sway of her hips, the long hair flying wildly with each movement of her head and neck, the undulating waves of her breasts with each rise and fall of her body, especially the delicate nipples that danced between black and white—all of this filled me with such pride, such ecstasy. I couldn't help but raise my hand and gently pinch her nipple.

The intense stimulation, like a raging torrent, completely overwhelmed my wife, finally bringing her to a state of complete relaxation, complete release, and awakening the dormant lust deep within her body. She finally surrendered this lust to me. My wife's left hand braced against my chest, pushing her breasts towards my palm, while her right hand reached behind her, her fingertips trembling as she gently stroked the base of my penis and lightly pinched my scrotum.

My wife rose, quickly kneeling between my legs, and took my erection into her mouth. I grabbed her legs, burying my face between her thighs, and took her in my mouth, letting out a soft, choked moan of pleasure.

I gently licked the moist crevice with my tongue, lightly touching the soft clitoris, gently rubbing the highs and lows of the crevice, gently sucking on the two slightly drooping, smooth labia, exploring the warm entrance, the sweet and sour juices swirling between my lips and teeth. My wife arched her hips even higher, resting her forehead on her forearm, moaning joyfully and sighing contentedly. I knelt behind her, penetrating her already dripping labia from behind. She remained kneeling with her hips high, her white breasts swaying gently in front of her chest, the occasional glimpse of pink nipples peeking out from between her arms dazzling my eyes, making me instinctively reach down and grasp them tightly. My wife turned her head to stare at me, her half-open lips emitting moans, thrusting her flawless white hips back and forth, her hairy vulva responding to my thrusts. I continuously changed the angle of my penetration, helping to build up the power in her vagina. My wife shook her head vigorously, twisting her waist, urgently calling out, "Faster, faster, faster!" Then suddenly she arched her back, raised her head, thrust her hips forward, and froze there, letting out a loud cry. I jumped off the bed, stood beside it, pulled my wife's legs over, and lifted her buttocks against the edge of the bed, spreading them apart. Between her glossy black pubic hair, two plump, purplish-red labia were slightly parted, the small opening of her vulva exaggeratedly exposed, tiny dewdrops clinging to the tender red flesh, radiating a lewd glow. I leaned down. "Wife, hook your arms around my neck. Lower your head, and see how I'm going to do you." With a burst of rapid breathing from my wife, I thrust into her again. My wife obediently lowered her head, watching my penis enter the half-hidden opening of her vulva by the dark pubic hair, bringing a few strands of dark color into her vagina, as if trying to take her entire labia minora inside; watching me pull out of her vagina, pulling out a clump of bright red, as if trying to take the entire vagina out of her body; watching me move my hips, thrusting my penis into her vagina from different angles and at different speeds.

Whenever I was about to lose control, I would slow down, lessen the force, and tease my wife lightly; once I recovered, I would stimulate her forcefully, quickly, and deeply… The tingling and aching sensation in my glans grew stronger and stronger; I no longer wanted to restrain myself, I could no longer control myself. I bent down and lifted my wife's already limp buttocks, and began to thrust into her genitals without any restraint, violently and fiercely. The slapping sounds of flesh colliding and the gurgling sounds of fluids finally made my wife blush, and she raised her head again.

I raised my head, let out a loud, satisfied sigh, and then looked down at my wife who was gazing at me tenderly.

After marrying my wife, because of work, we didn't have children for several years, so we fully enjoyed the beauty of our sex life. Back then, because we lived alone in an old-fashioned house, life was very free, especially in the summer. As soon as it got dark, we would start living naked. We would walk around the whole house without a stitch of clothing, watching TV in the living room, relaxing in the garden, and sometimes even eating naked! Of course, in such situations, we would inevitably make love. Our lovemaking left its mark on the sofa in the living room, on the floor, on the lounge chair in the garden, and even on the dining table. It was a summer evening when I came home. It was a particularly hot day. As soon as I entered the house, I took off all my clothes. My wife also went to the bedroom to change into a nightgown. It was a thin, white silk slip dress. Her smooth, fragrant shoulders were exposed, and her breasts were slightly protruding. Looking down from the neckline, her round, soft breasts, half-hidden and half-revealed, created an alluring cleavage, which was very tempting.

My wife was busy preparing dinner. I sat at the table, drinking an ice-cold beer, watching her bustle about. Soon, the food was on the table. Seeing her beautiful body peeking out from under her nightgown, I couldn't resist grabbing her waist and lifting her short nightgown. Her round, firm buttocks were high in the air, her fair skin incredibly sexy and alluring. I fondled her round, snow-white buttocks, her alluring vulva. Her labia were slightly parted, the rose-colored petals gently swaying as if beckoning me. I excitedly stroked her full buttocks and thighs. Her skin was as smooth as satin, a pleasant smoothness, incredibly soft. My hands slowly moved to the upper part of her thighs, gently caressing her buttocks. Her pink labia, amidst a thicket of dark pubic hair, revealed a pink cleft. Looking at my wife's alluring vulva, I felt like I was about to explode! I stood up, my penis erect. I positioned the head of my penis against my wife's open vaginal opening and thrust in forcefully. My mother's vagina was slippery, and I inserted my entire penis in one go!

I grabbed her slender waist and pulled her towards me, pushing my entire penis all the way into her pink little hole, occasionally thrusting it in all the way, then gently rocking my lower body, grinding against her tender opening. Every time I used this move, her back tensed, and the muscles in her buttocks and thighs tensed, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. I withdrew my penis and then slowly thrust my lower body again, letting my penis slowly penetrate my wife's moist and tender vagina inch by inch, all the way to the deepest part of her vagina. My testicles pressed against her soft buttocks. Her vagina was so hot, almost burning my deeply penetrated penis. This feeling was simply too wonderful. I held her slender waist, my erect penis pressing against her buttocks, thrusting in and out rapidly. Her buttocks swayed from side to side, thrusting forward and backward, as I relentlessly pounded and pumped!

My wife's slender waist swayed gently like a willow branch in the spring breeze, her full buttocks squeezed and kneaded like dough. Her small anus was tightly closed, yet constantly twisted and deformed by the pull of her vagina. To me, that small, light brown chrysanthemum bud seemed to be flirting with me. The tender flesh inside her vagina contracted and writhed intensely, gripping and tightening my penis, sending shivers of pleasure through my glans. I, too, rose up and thrust wildly, sending her beautiful body flying out with each impact, only to be pulled back by my relentless thrusting.

I took a deep breath and began to slowly thrust in and out of my wife's beautiful body. First, I slowly withdrew from her vagina, which was tightly gripping my penis, and then returned it to its hilt. During the thrusting, I could feel every inch of her tight vaginal muscles and skin. I thrust in and out continuously, my penis moving in and out of her vagina, twisting her body in rhythm with my movements. My hips moved back and forth like pistons, lifting and lowering her vagina. She turned her face to the side, and I could see my wife biting her lip, trying her best not to cry out.

Wife, your vagina is so beautiful!

The only sounds in the kitchen were heavy breathing and the thud of flesh against flesh. My lower abdomen slammed against my wife's full buttocks again and again. We moved in perfect harmony, and gradually, I began to thrust harder and faster. Each time I penetrated deeper, I thrust harder than the last, grinding against her as I reached the very depths of her vagina. My wife, as if we were one, perfectly coordinated her waist and hips with mine. My penis felt like it was on fire, a stimulating, burning sensation. I gripped my wife's firm buttocks tightly with one hand, while the other caressed her breasts, my lower body continuing its thrusting motion,

pouring into my wife's vagina again and again. Seeing her snow-white, delicate, smooth, and curvaceous body, I became even more aroused. The deeper my penis penetrated, the more intense her reaction became. Every time my penis entered her vagina, she would sway her body, raise her plump, round buttocks to meet it, and grip my glans tightly with the walls of her vagina. Her buttocks twisted continuously, and her love juices gushed out continuously. She moaned softly, making me feel incredibly happy! I thrust harder and harder, until every muscle in her vagina spasmed and trembled. Xu Ying hummed softly, "Hmm...hmm..." and said weakly:

“You bad guy…you bad bastard…what…what did you eat, what…thing…how…this…this, so strong…oh…oh…have…me…please…” I stopped talking, panting heavily, thrusting in and out. My wife’s lower body made “splashing, splashing” sounds, her breasts swaying back and forth. If I hadn’t been holding her waist tightly, she would have collapsed, her body covered in fine sweat, her legs weak, the muscles in her buttocks twitching and throbbing wildly. She could no longer hold back, pleading in a trembling voice, “I can’t take it anymore, good husband, hurry up, I’m going to die from you, umm, I’m going to die. Oh, I can’t take it anymore.” A few minutes later, my wife began to make indistinct sounds in her throat. She even wrapped her arms around mine, pulling me forcefully towards her. I knew my wife’s climax was approaching, so I began my faster and stronger movements. My wife, in turn, arched her buttocks back to receive my thrusts. She pressed her legs together tightly, gripping my penis firmly. Her head was tilted back, her nails digging into the back of my hand. I felt a warm liquid surge to the head of my penis; I was almost about to ejaculate. But I didn't want it to end so soon. I gritted my teeth, desperately holding back. A tingling pleasure radiated from my glans. I concentrated all my strength on my large penis, thrusting wildly, shouting, "Good wife... harder... squeeze tight... I... I'm going to... I'm going to cum..." Hearing my words, my wife mustered her last strength, twisting her slender waist and thrusting her hips back desperately. Strands of hair clung to her sweaty back.

"Ah!" "Good wife...so good...wow...I...I came..." I held my wife's body tightly, my whole body trembling, my semen releasing all its passion, shooting into her body in a thud. I pressed down on her, my hips against her sweaty buttocks, panting heavily. She was panting too, our bodies rising and falling together with our rapid breathing. When I had ejaculated completely, I quickly pulled back, withdrawing my entire penis from between my wife's tightly closed legs. My wife cried out, "Ah!" her legs went weak, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the dining table. Her

thighs were covered in vaginal fluid.

For the first two years after we married, our sex life was exceptionally frequent; we often tried making love in different environments! The thrill was indescribable.

At that time, we lived in the... In our old house, behind our bedroom was a garden of over 60 square meters. The garden was surrounded by a high, old-fashioned wall, blocking out the view and ensuring our privacy. In the center of the garden grew a lush grapevine; in summer, its dense leaves climbed the trellis, beneath which sat several old-fashioned stone benches around a stone table. This old house was left to us by my grandfather; it had been uninhabited for many years before being given to us after our marriage. In the garden, I built flower beds, dug a fish pond, and rebuilt the grape trellis. I planted many orchids, jasmine, and roses in the flower beds. When they bloomed, their delicate fragrance, sometimes faint, sometimes strong, wafted into the bedroom. Especially when the orchids were in full bloom, the entire house was permeated with their serene aroma!

Summer evenings were my wife's favorite time... Sitting under the grape trellis, listening to the chirping of insects in the garden and the singing of night birds in the tall trees next door, gazing at the starry sky, everything was so peaceful and harmonious! It was as if we could hear each other's heartbeats and soft breaths.

That year, on the night of Qixi Festival, the legendary day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet on the Magpie Bridge, after dinner, having washed away the day's sweat, my wife and I sat under the grape trellis again, enjoying the tranquility of the warm summer night! My wife, fresh from her bath, was casually wearing a short nightgown, her body exuding the faint fragrance of shower gel. Her long hair was tied up in a hairpin, revealing her fair neck. Her alluring body was vaguely visible through the charming nightgown. Her firm breasts, supported by the wide blouse, revealed two erect, pale pink peaks. With a sway of the hem, her slender legs were exposed, and the thick patch of dark pubic hair between them was also faintly visible. In that instant, my wife… Her shapely, mature, and voluptuous body exuded an irresistible allure that intoxicated me. The bedroom light shone through the window, casting dappled shadows on our bodies. I gently pulled her close, placing her on my lap. I kissed her lips, our tongues entwining. My hands grasped her soft, supple breasts; I pressed them down, and they bounced back. One hand couldn't hold them all, so my fingers traced circles on her breasts. I caressed them through her clothes, feeling their incredibly soft and fullness as I kissed her. My wife responded passionately, already aroused, our tongues locked in a fierce dance.

After a while, I felt her breasts swell slightly, her breathing quicken. I released her breasts, one hand holding her slender waist, the other reaching for her round, firm buttocks. Her round buttocks were… Full and firm. My wife nestled limply in my arms, letting my hands gently caress her entire body.

I took the opportunity to remove her nightgown, revealing a pair of plump, white breasts. Those full, firm, and rounded breasts were like a pair of white doves soaring before me. The white, smooth peaks trembled with my wife's soft breathing, the small nipples like two ripe grapes, tempting me to drool.

Leaning against my wife's naked body, I buried my face between those high, firm peaks, inhaling the alluring scent of milk, and couldn't resist pressing my lips to those full, soft, trembling, white peaks. My wife let out a soft moan, followed by a soul-stirring breath and groan. My lips and tongue kissed and licked the deep cleavage of her breasts, kissing and licking upwards from the base of her breasts. The tip of my tongue circled the dark red areolas of the plump, ripe nipples, occasionally licking... I greedily opened my mouth, licking her full nipples, and took her breasts into my mouth, my tongue licking the round nipples, sucking, licking, and wrapping them.

I made my wife stand up in front of me, her round, full buttocks raised upwards, a beautiful, sexy body completely naked before my eyes. Between her white, smooth thighs, dark pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, concealing the mysterious hills and valleys, while smooth, dark red labia acted as a natural barrier, hiding the flower-like opening of her vagina. Among the hair,

her two labia majora were slightly parted, revealing a fleshy slit, practically a rose-colored valley, its color as light as the tender flesh beside it. At the tip of the labia majora, a round clitoris protruded slightly, nestled in the slit.

I admired and marveled, unable to resist burying my face between my wife's legs, letting the fluffy pubic hair brush against my face, deeply inhaling the sexy woman's breath. The intoxicating scent unique to her genitals filled the air. I licked her thick pubic hair with my lips and tongue, kissing her slightly raised mons pubis, her thick, smooth labia majora, and parting her moist, lubricated labia minora with the tip of my tongue, kissing and licking her tiny, cardamom-like clitoris. My lips and tongue methodically and gently parted her slightly swollen, rose-petal-like labia minora, tentatively inserting my tongue softly into her blossoming flower path to explore; then I placed my lips parallel to the two tender flesh, pressing them together, sweeping my hot tongue across the cleft; I also used my lips and tongue to capture the extremely delicate, sensitive, fully erect clitoris at the top of the folds of the petals, gently sucking and teasing it… My wife was kissed and licked until she felt a ticklish sensation deep within her heart, waves of pleasure washing over her like electric currents, her plump buttocks twisting and thrusting upwards, swaying from side to side, her hands tightly embracing me. She let out a joyful, coquettish moan. With each tremor of her body, streams of vaginal fluid flowed from deep within her vagina, making it slippery and sticky, covering my face and mouth. The fluid flowed down her perineum to her thighs. I parted her fair legs, guiding her to slowly sit on top of me. Her moist, beautiful, mature vaginal opening was aligned with my hard, erect penis. I held my hard, thick penis with one hand, and with my other hand, my middle and forefinger parted her labia. Using the lubrication, my wife thrust her hips down, and with a "plop," my hard, straight, thick, and long penis slid in to the hilt. The glans immediately touched the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. My wife and I cried out simultaneously.

My wife straddled me, her plump buttocks slamming down, allowing my thick, long, and hard penis to fully penetrate her slippery, elastic vagina. She bounced on top of me, her slippery, folded vagina tightly gripping and stroking my thick, hard penis. Her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily. Her breasts bounced against her chest. Her white, smooth buttocks slapped against my legs, making a slapping sound. She used both hands to grasp her full, firm, and round breasts, squeezing and kneading them incessantly. A continuous flow of vaginal fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, making our thick pubic hair and genitals wet and sticky. Her loose, jet-black hair danced like a burning black flame behind her head. Her full buttocks slammed down, bouncing up and down, her round, plump buttocks slapping against my inner thighs, her wet vagina tightly gripping and stroking my penis. Her labia minora contracted and relaxed, gripping the base of my penis like the cherry lips of her small mouth. I thrust my penis forward, meeting my wife's wanton vagina. My other hand, not content with that, kneaded and played with her pert breasts, bouncing up and down like a pair of white doves. I thrust my penis upward with force, my hands gripping my wife's buttocks, pumping my penis in and out with each stroke. Her labia minora, like vibrant flower petals, fluttered with each thrust. My arms encircled her supple waist, one hand caressing her already erect, small, bud-like clitoris, my fingers lightly rubbing it with the fluid flowing from her vagina. Her snow-white buttocks trembled slightly. "Mmm..." Her body trembled. "No...no...mmm..." "I...no...faster..." My wife's beautiful face flushed red, her long hair slightly disheveled and covering her cheeks.

My penis was aimed at her small, contracting opening, the folds of her flesh. She impulsively thrust her round buttocks upwards, and I pushed in again, the head of my penis parting her labia. I immediately felt myself entering a soft, tender, warm, and moist space. Slowly pulling back, my penis was tightly gripped by the warm, moist opening, making it difficult to withdraw. Her vaginal opening was tight and warm. Her eyes were slightly closed, her two full breasts rising and falling evenly with my thrusts.

"Oh..." my wife murmured softly, moaning with pleasure.

Looking down, we saw our thick pubic hair pressed tightly together, a large amount of her fluid flowing down her round buttocks, making her vaginal cavity feel even more slippery. "...You're so wet..." "Who told you to be so wet?"

I was also infected by this passion, responding tightly, thrusting in again with a powerful thrust.

"Oh..." Her face turned even redder, unsure what to do.

Seeing my wife's shy blush and her trembling breasts, I began to thrust fiercely.

"Oh...oh..." my wife moaned softly. Her legs unconsciously gripped my back, hooking tightly around my lower back, her whole body pressed against me as if trying to float upwards, as if she wanted to melt into my body.

It made thrusting a little difficult, but I felt it was smoother inside her vagina, a strong suction holding my throbbing penis, the head of my penis contracting and opening against her warm, wet walls, bringing me to the peak of pleasure. I thrust my hips forcefully, my hard penis moving in and out of her tight, warm vaginal cavity quickly, my wife's long hair cascading down, covering her delicate face, her eyes slightly closed as she moaned in enjoyment.

Passion continued to burn within me, I reached under my wife's armpits, embraced her fragrant shoulders, and lifted her up, her body... She clung to him, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. This position allowed me to penetrate even deeper into her fleshy depths.

Our passion intensified rapidly, and the thrusting of my penis quickened dramatically. The incredibly sexy position allowed us to release our pent-up desires. Alluring moans and the sounds of lewd thrusting filled our garden of happiness.

With each thrust, my wife's small mouth was slightly open, her hair disheveled, and she moaned incoherently. I accelerated my thrusts, and her body trembled violently, her vaginal opening contracting and expanding rapidly, as if a small mouth was tightly sucking on my penis. Finally, we reached our peak, and the lightning-fast thrusts caused her body to convulse as well. Then, a rush of heat surged through her body, as if she had been thrown into the air, "Eek!—Ah!" "—!" she cried out, tightly embracing her lover's shoulders, lost in a blissful reverie until her contracted vagina suddenly relaxed, gushing forth a torrent of love fluid. She finally returned to the ground, panting softly, and leaned against my shoulder.

I stopped thrusting, my penis still deeply embedded in her slightly contracting vagina.

Gradually, I came to my senses, embracing her soft, round buttocks, my penis still erect inside her, feeling her vaginal walls gently contracting. When my hands grew tired, we rolled down onto the floor. On the garden floor, a bamboo mat lay out, and they were still entwined, kissing each other.

My wife's breasts rubbed against my chest as I kissed her, caressing her back and stroking her full, snowy buttocks. Her round buttocks felt full and smooth to the touch, and we gazed deeply into each other's eyes. The insects in the garden continued to chirp incessantly, and under the yellow lamplight, my wife's body was exceptionally soft and alluring. I wondered if the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the heavens were experiencing the same thing as us. I became hard again, bent down, and parted her legs. She twisted her body, half-heartedly opening her long, slender legs.

At the juncture of her jade-like legs, the thick, dark pubic hair appeared somewhat disheveled, and the slender, pink vulva parted slightly, revealing a plump slit. At the perineum, some sticky white fluid remained on her anus and buttocks. Gently parting her labia with a finger, the vulva opened before my eyes, the pink opening contracting like a small, parting mouth. Inside the opening was tender, bright red flesh, the shape of the penis still faintly visible, surrounded by some fluid. The clitoris peeked out from the tip of her labia, its color not yet faded.

My wife's delicate body twisted... She turned and kissed me without saying a word. I turned her over and made her lie face down on the stone table, her round, snowy buttocks raised high towards me. My wife's waist was slender and graceful. I gently stroked her two white, tender, high, and smooth buttocks. In the middle, a pink fleshy opening was parted from the thick black pubic hair, as if waiting to be penetrated. I placed my hands on her two round buttocks and used a little force to spread them apart, making her slit open wider. My hard penis stood up and aimed at the open fleshy opening. I pulled her round buttocks back and thrust my penis into her warm and moist flesh cavity between her tender red lips.

"Eek..." My wife's two snowy buttocks swayed back and forth in front of me. My hard penis was thrusting in and out of her vagina, sometimes her round buttocks brushing against my abdomen as I entered. I increased the speed of my thrusting, reaching my hands to her breasts, grasping her full, trembling breasts, plump and moist, soft yet incredibly elastic, and began to knead them.

"Hmm...hmm..." My wife swayed her jade-like buttocks back and forth, responding to my thrusts, moaning softly in pleasure.

More and more fluid flowed from her vagina. My penis continued to thrust, the sounds of her buttocks slapping against each other echoing from her vulva. Mixed with the "sizzling" sounds of our intercourse.

"Wife, listen, how beautiful this sound is!" My wife was lost in the pleasure of my thrusting into her fleshy hole, her round buttocks heaving with ecstasy. "Oh, stop it..." she cried, pushing her firm, fleshy buttocks back with force.

I gripped her slender waist and thrust even harder, saying, "Ah, look, so much water, it's flowing out again..." "Eek... stop it..." My wife's buttocks moved back and forth wildly in response, her juices flowing continuously from her fleshy hole, the point of our genitals already soaked.

The sounds of "slap slap" and "sizzle" grew louder and more joyful as my penis, covered in the slippery, sticky white fluid secreted from Huiling's fleshy hole, moved in and out. My wife let out a soft cry, her body trembling. Her fleshy hole gripped my penis tightly.

I felt the pleasure coming, and I thrust even faster. My wife sensed her lover's feelings, and her round buttocks swayed even more joyfully.

Finally, I reached my climax during rapid thrusting. I felt my glans being caressed by my wife's soft, slippery, warm vagina, an intense, agonizing itch as if countless tiny creatures were crawling and biting at it. Waves of indescribable, soul-stirring pleasure washed over my entire body, penetrating to my very bones. My penis contracted sharply, and the semen I had been holding back gushed out, forcefully injecting itself into my wife's vagina. My wife, overwhelmed by the force of my semen, cried out ecstatically, using the last of her strength to twist her hips and violently contract her juicy vulva. With a shudder, I let the semen gush out in a torrent, shooting into my wife's tightly contracting, sucking flesh.

"Oh..." my wife cried out softly, her body trembling as the hot semen scalded her flesh. Her vagina contracted sharply, gripping my thick penis tightly. This continued for a long time before slowly releasing.

Grasping her two plump, white buttocks, savoring the incredibly pleasurable sensation, my penis still trembled slightly inside her. That captivating, intoxicating shyness, those enchanting moans, that hazy, dreamy gaze—it's forever etched in my memory! The

cool summer night breeze gently swayed the branches. The garden returned to tranquility, the soft lamplight peacefully illuminating her beautiful naked body; there could be no more alluring scene. Everything was so serene. I felt as if I were lying in a small boat, bathed in the midsummer starlight, the gentle waves carrying the boat away into the distance, and I wished I could drift on like this forever.

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