A shameless man, a helpless wife

Chapter One: A Scoundrel's Man, A Helpless Wife. My girlfriend gave me an unforgettable memory.
My girlfriend was a girl from the countryside. We met through an introduction. After getting to know each other for a while, we were both satisfied and got engaged. After some time, I learned that she was a simple, traditional, and conservative woman. She liked to have long hair, was petite, had slender legs, and a relatively full bust. We dated for over a year and loved each other very much. However, don't laugh, because she was so conservative, I had never even touched her breasts. Whenever I excitedly tried to touch her, she would block me with her hands or simply push my hands away, saying, "What's the rush? Everything will be yours after we're married." She only allowed me to kiss her and hold her hand; nothing else. Sigh! There was nothing I could do. On one hand, I loved her, and on the other hand, I was the honest and introverted type, so of course I wouldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to do. Although I had never directly touched her breasts, sometimes I would intentionally or unintentionally touch them, feeling that my girlfriend's breasts were firm and elastic. I imagined that her breasts must feel the same way. When will I finally be able to truly and comfortably touch her? Sigh! I can only dream about it! My girlfriend knows I'm doing this on purpose, always trying to touch her there, but she doesn't say anything. After all, we've been together for over a year. In the countryside, most people sleep together long ago. We're relatively rare.
I remember it was Chinese New Year that year, my girlfriend and I went back to Shanghai to visit my grandmother. The next day, we were getting ready to go out, and I suggested we go see a movie together, preferably in a less crowded theater. My heart skipped a beat; I guess I was thinking something funny. I wonder if my face is still red. My girlfriend looked at me first, then said, "Okay, wait a minute, I'll go change." She took her bag and went into the restroom. It took her a long time to come out, and she was wearing a red mohair sweater. I wondered why it took so long to put on a sweater, but I realized later.
We easily bought tickets at the theater. Since it was Chinese New Year, there were very few people watching movies. After entering, I pulled my girlfriend to a quiet corner to sit down. A moment later, the lights went out and the movie started playing. After watching for a while, my hands started to wander. First, I held her hand, then I put my hand on her shoulder, and she leaned into my arms. I gently stroked her shoulder, then slowly moved my hand down, but I didn't dare touch her directly. She didn't seem to mind, so I grew bolder. I continued moving my hand down until it finally touched her breast. She flinched, but still clung tightly to me. She didn't seem angry. I became even bolder and started gently touching her breast. After a while, my other hand touched her breast too. Both hands kneaded her breasts through her clothes. Because of the clothes and her bra, I only felt that they were soft, without any particular sensation.
I whispered in her ear, "Can I put my hand inside your clothes?" She softly murmured "Mmm." I placed one hand on my girlfriend's shoulder, and slowly slipped the other hand under her lower abdomen. Underneath, she was only wearing a thermal undershirt. I felt around for a while through the undershirt, but couldn't feel any straps on her shoulders. After a while, I pulled the undershirt out and slowly slipped my hand under the hem, touching her breasts. I began to caress her breasts through her bra; they were soft. I stroked her breasts up and down, left and right, but the bra was still there, and I could only vaguely feel the protrusions. I tried to move my hand towards her back, wanting to unhook her bra. My girlfriend seemed to understand my intention and moved forward slightly, making it easy for me to unhook her bra. She was wearing a strapless bra today, so there were no shoulder straps. Once the clasp was loose, I easily took off her bra and put it in her bag. My girlfriend leaned against me again. I reached inside again. This time, her breasts were unprotected, and I immediately grabbed my girlfriend's breasts. They felt soft and yielding, firm and elastic, and warm. I felt a bump in my palm; that must be her nipple. I greedily caressed her breasts, moving them left and right, up and down, enjoying the feeling. This was the first time I had ever directly touched a woman's breasts. I held my girlfriend's breasts tightly, feeling a surge of pleasure. I wondered why my girlfriend had let me touch her breasts today.
With some suspicion, I asked her, "Why did you let me touch your breasts today?" She replied, "We've been together for so long, and I've never let you touch me. If I kept insisting you wouldn't touch my body, you'd get angry. I know you wanted to go to the movies today, and you even blushed when you said you wanted to find a quiet theater. I knew you were there, thinking you'd touch me in the theater. So today, I specifically changed into a strapless bra, thinking that if you wanted to touch me again, it would be easier to take it off and make it more comfortable for you." Hearing this, I was incredibly excited. No wonder changing clothes took so long; she'd changed both her inner and outer layers! I continued to greedily caress my girlfriend's breasts. At this moment, my girlfriend gently said to me, "Don't touch me anymore today, okay? You can touch me later." I hurriedly said, "What's wrong? I only touched you for a little while. I want to touch you again. I want to see your breasts." My girlfriend said, "No! You've already touched me. Look, the movie is almost over. If the lights come on, people will see us." I held my girlfriend's breast tightly and said shamelessly, "Okay, then let me see your breasts." My girlfriend said helplessly, "If I lift my clothes here, people will see us. I'll let you see them later." I still shamelessly said, "No, this is a corner. There's no one around. There are only a dozen or so people watching the movie in this big theater. If you don't let me see, I won't let go." My girlfriend said helplessly, "Okay, I'll let you see them for a second. Take your hand out first." After hearing this, I pinched my girlfriend's breast again before reluctantly removing my hand from her breast.
My girlfriend looked around and slowly lifted her clothes. As she did so, I saw her left breast. A few seconds later, she put her clothes down again and said, "I saw it, okay?" I stubbornly insisted, "I only looked for a little while, and I only saw one breast. I want to see both at the same time, look a little longer." Reluctantly, she lifted her clothes again with both hands. The movie theater was well-lit, and her breasts were clearly visible after her clothes were lifted. I pressed my face close to her breasts for a closer look. Her breasts were a good size, neither too big nor too small, hemispherical in shape, with the nipples set in the areolas. The nipples were small. This time, she didn't immediately put her clothes down, letting me look for several minutes before saying, "Okay, you can look later. Give me your bra." By then, the movie was almost over. I took a bra out of my bag and helped her put it on, fastening the clasp. At that moment, I thought how convenient it was to take a strapless bra on and off. My girlfriend slowly straightened her clothes. Actually, I also wanted her to touch me. Earlier, I had pulled her hand to my crotch, and her hand did touch me there, even resting on my groin. I felt it, but I didn't move, thinking I'd have to wait until later. The movie ended quickly, and I took my girlfriend's hand as we walked out of the theater and strolled home. This time, my girlfriend and I had taken a big step closer.
Not long after returning home, just before our wedding, I finally broke through my girlfriend's last line of defense and completely took her body. We got married afterward, had a son, and lived happily ever after. Later, my wife finally told me why she refused to sleep with a man before marriage. It turned out that she had been engaged to a man before, and he, like me, liked to touch her private parts. She always tried to touch her private parts, but she never let him. One day, after having dinner at the man's house, it started raining heavily, making it inconvenient to go home. His parents persuaded her to stay, so she stayed. Since they were already engaged, and in the countryside, it's common for engaged couples to sleep together, his parents arranged for my wife and the man to share a room with two separate blankets. At that time, there was no other choice but to sleep together. In the middle of the night, the man became restless and crawled into my wife's blanket. My wife panicked and didn't know what to do. After crawling into her blanket, the man started touching her inappropriately, groping her breasts. My wife and the man rarely saw each other and had no feelings for each other. I thought to myself, there's nothing I can do now, so let him touch me. But sleeping with me is definitely out of the question. After touching me for a while, the man started to move his hands downwards. My wife quickly pushed his hands away, saying it wasn't possible before marriage. The man tried a few more times without success, but my wife still insisted, so they gave up. After that, my wife had even less contact with that man. He said my wife was old-fashioned, and later, the man's family demanded that the engagement be called off. My wife also told me not to worry, that the man only touched her breasts through her clothes, and he never saw her breasts, nor did he touch her genitals. Not sleeping with men before marriage was also to protect herself. Later, I asked my wife what she would have done if that man had forced himself on her that time. Before marriage, you let me touch you, see you, and even… My wife said, forcing myself on you isn't that easy. Her parents are next door. We had been dating for a long time before marriage, and we were about to get married, so we gave ourselves to you.
Chapter Two: The Rogue Man, the Helpless Wife - My Experience Taking Nude Photos of My Wife.
Several years have passed in the blink of an eye, and my wife is now in her early thirties. However, her life remains simple, and her thinking traditional and conservative. She still has long hair, draped over her shoulders as before. She says it's because she likes long hair. Her skin is still smooth and fair, and despite being only 1.6 meters tall, her legs are still long and slender. Her figure is the same as before, and her breasts are still full. Among women her age, her breasts are quite firm, probably because she hasn't breastfed.
I love touching my wife's breasts; they feel soft and elastic, giving me a very comfortable feeling. I'm a man with a very strong sex drive. After buying a computer and connecting to the internet, I saw many nude pictures online, including nude portraits and leaked selfies. I found some of them quite beautiful; I felt that women, completely naked, better showcased their curves, creating a pleasing and comfortable visual experience. Cameras can instantly capture and preserve the most beautiful moment, freezing it in time. Then I had an idea. My wife, although in her thirties, still has a great figure. I wondered what it would be like to take nude photos of her; they would surely be beautiful, and I could keep them for myself to enjoy later. How wonderful that would be!
The thought made my heart itch, so that evening I brought it up with my wife. I excitedly said, "I want to take some pictures of you, okay?" My wife happily replied, "Sure! Sure! I haven't had my picture taken in ages. When are you going to take them for me?" I continued, "I want to take some pictures of you, the sexy kind, with less clothing." My wife said, "It's hot, and we're already wearing very little. We can't possibly take pictures without any clothes on." I quickly added, "I want to take some pictures of you without clothes on, like nude pictures. I want to take some nude pictures of you now as a permanent collection, so that when you're old, you can look at them and see how young you were. Are you willing?" I looked at my wife with excited eyes. Perhaps it was too sudden, because my wife was stunned for a moment, looking at me blankly and saying, "What! Taking pictures is fine, but you want me to take nude pictures of me? How can you do that? How could you think of that? And what if people see these pictures of me? I don't want to!" My wife immediately refused.
I know she's a rather conservative woman, and today I suddenly asked her to take pictures of her, even naked. Of course, she was shocked and naturally refused outright; it would have been strange if she had agreed. I know I was too hasty and shouldn't have been so sudden. She couldn't accept it immediately. Although my wife rejected me, I wasn't satisfied and wanted to take even more nude photos of her. So, in the days that followed, I downloaded many good nude photos and selfies online, and showed them to her when she sat next to me. At first, she wouldn't even look, but after a while, she would occasionally glance at them, sometimes saying that one was well-taken or that one was very pretty. I took the opportunity to say, "Why don't you take some pictures too? My wife will definitely look great in them." However, my wife didn't agree, but she wasn't angry either. I often texted her from work, begging her to let me take nude photos of her to keep and admire in a few years, because she wouldn't look so good when she got old. Sometimes I even acted like a brat. After my repeated efforts, one day she finally agreed.
I remember it was a day in June, I was working the night shift, and without much hope, I texted her again, the content of which, of course, was still about wanting to take nude photos of her, along with some sweet words. After sending it, I went back to my work. A while later, my phone suddenly rang with a text message. I picked up my phone and saw, oh my god, it was my wife! She never replies to my texts, why is she doing this today? I casually opened the message and, ah! I couldn't believe my eyes. My wife's text said, "Why are you so annoying! Fine, whatever you want." "Whatever you want"—that's an agreement. I was overjoyed. Still unsure if it was real, I texted my wife again, asking if she agreed to let me take nude photos of her. A while later, I received a reply: "You're so annoying! Didn't I already say in my previous text that it was up to you?" It was true; my wife had really agreed. The next morning before leaving get off work, to confirm my wife's decision and prevent her from changing her mind, I called her to hear what she would say. I asked her if she agreed to let me take the photos, and if so, how about we take them tonight? My wife paused for a moment and said softly, "You...you're so annoying. Whatever, we'll talk about it tonight. Okay! I have to go to work, bye." I sensed that she wasn't angry; she had finally agreed. Tonight, I could take nude photos of my wife.
When I got home from work, I did some simple preparations. I used a cloth to cover the wall as a makeshift backdrop. I also got two lamps. After fussing around for a while, I went to bed for a nap. After dinner, my son and I sat in front of the TV watching TV while waiting for my wife to come home from get off work. Around ten o'clock at night, I heard a loud slam of the door closing. My wife had come home from work. She opened the door and came into the room, smiling, "You're watching TV!" She glanced at the cloth I had covered on the wall, gave me a glare, and left. I think she knew what it was for. A little while later, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. My wife must have been taking a shower. About twenty minutes later, she must have finished. She pushed open the bedroom door and came in, her hair still wet. After getting into bed, she sat down next to my son and me. The three of us watched TV, but I was getting impatient. "Why isn't our son asleep yet?" My wife seemed to know what was going on, just chuckled a few times. Time ticked by, and an hour later, I finally said to my son with a straight face, "It's late, you can go to sleep now." My son looked at me helplessly, got up, and went back to his room. I quickly closed the door and sat down next to my wife. About fifteen minutes later, everyone in the family was asleep. Then I asked my wife, "Were you scared when a man took nude photos of you for the first time?" My wife turned around and whispered to me, "It's not like someone else is taking pictures of me. It's you taking the pictures, and I'm not really scared. It's just that I'm completely naked, and you're pointing a camera at me. It's still a bit strange. What I'm most afraid of is what if someone sees these nude photos. You're my husband, and you've wanted to take pictures of me naked for so long. If I don't agree, you'll get angry. Besides, I think my body is pretty good, so the pictures shouldn't look bad. Just take a few, that's fine. I married you, so I agreed. Tonight, I'll do whatever you want, as long as you're happy!" These words excited me immensely. I stood up and said, "Shall we start taking pictures now?" My wife nodded. I turned on the fluorescent light and two bedside lamps, and the room was instantly bright. I walked up to my wife and reached out to unbutton her clothes. My wife quickly said, "What are you doing?" I said, "Taking pictures." "Didn't you agree to let me take nude photos of you? You'll have to take your clothes off eventually, so why are you unwilling now?" My wife looked at me and said, "Oh, it's not that I'm unwilling, but don't be so impatient, okay? Even though we're husband and wife, it's the first time I've ever been asked to be completely naked in front of you, and for you to take nude photos of me. The lights are so bright, I'm not used to it, it feels strange, a little embarrassing. I look good in these clothes too, let me change and take some photos first, and then I'll gradually take off all my clothes so you can take pictures of me, okay?" So I started snapping photos of my wife as usual. She changed clothes every now and then, and my wife changed into several outfits for me to photograph. I took pictures of her very seriously. We took pictures for about twenty minutes. Then my wife changed into a white shirt. My heart skipped a beat. This shirt was a gift from a relative who brought it back from Japan. I'd never seen my wife wear it before. It was small, short, and tight-fitting, with only three buttons, the top one just level with her nipples. The neckline was very low, clearly showing her bra and cleavage. My wife is very conservative and wouldn't normally wear such a shirt. She's petite, but this shirt accentuated her curves—a tight waist, a pert bottom, and her breasts looked even higher. The deep cleavage and her pink bra were very prominent. I was so happy to finally see her wearing one! She looked so sexy, and now I could even take pictures of her. I took many more pictures. My wife seemed to get used to it. Then I said, "How about we take some off and take some sexy pictures?" She was already wearing very little; taking off a little would mean she was only wearing underwear.
I looked at my wife, and she knew what I meant—she wanted me to take off all her clothes except her bra and panties so I could take pictures. She looked at me and said, "Okay, I got it. Come here and help me unbutton my clothes." I went to her side. Perhaps I was too excited, or maybe my clothes were too tight, because it took me ages to unbutton just two buttons. My wife looked at me and smiled, saying, "How can you be so clumsy? You can't even unbutton your clothes? You're usually so good at it. Okay, I'll do it myself." I turned back and picked up the camera. My wife had just unbuttoned the last button, revealing her pink bra. She shrugged, and her shirt slipped off. She set the shirt aside and started unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. I thought this was very sexy, and I immediately told her not to move. It looked good; I wanted to take some pictures. I told her to slowly undress. My wife followed suit, slowly unbuttoning her jeans and pulling down the zipper. I took pictures of her movements one by one until she had completely taken off her jeans. Underneath, she was wearing a white, see-through lace panty, and her pubic hair, forming an inverted triangle shape, was faintly visible, making her look even more sexy. I had never seen her wear these panties before; today I was finally seeing her look so sexy. I continued taking pictures, preserving her sexy side in my camera.
I noticed my wife was getting used to having her picture taken, so I asked her to take off her bra for a few semi-nude photos. She didn't say anything and reached behind her back to unhook it. I watched every movement carefully to capture it. The bra clasp came undone, and she pulled the straps apart, letting the bra slowly slide down her chest. She placed it aside, knowing I prefer things to be done slowly, so I could quickly photograph the process. Now she was down to just her transparent panties, practically naked. The light shone on her body, and I looked at her semi-nude form. Her breasts were still so firm, the two small nipples standing erect in the center of her areolas. Her nipples and areolas weren't dark, but a beautiful light brown. I continued taking pictures of her semi-nude body. After a while, I took many more photos of my wife half-naked. A little while later, knowing she couldn't keep her underwear any longer, she generously and slowly took off her practically nonexistent underwear. Of course, I also took photos of her taking off her underwear. Now, my wife was completely naked, standing before me. Under the bright lights, it was the first time I had ever so carefully admired my wife's beautiful naked body. I saw her fully exposed private parts after removing her underwear, with her dark, curly pubic hair forming an inverted triangle. Her pubic hair wasn't very thick. She had slender legs, smooth, fair skin, long hair cascading down her shoulders, high breasts, and the two nipples on her breasts. My wife stood there before me, and I continued to take photos, admiring her body and recording her most beautiful moment.
So I took several hundred nude photos of my wife. Then I put the photos on the computer, and my wife, also naked, came closer so we could both look at them. I selected the better photos and deleted most of the worse ones. After selection, I kept over a hundred. My wife is conservative by nature, and this was her first time taking photos like this, so the nude photos weren't very revealing. She just posed in simple ways—standing, lying down, squatting, and so on. The most revealing photo I took was a close-up shot of my wife lying on the bed from above. In the photo, my wife was lying on the bed with her legs slightly apart, and you could see the vulva peeking out from under her pubic hair—it was quite beautiful. After seeing her nude photos, my wife said, "Oh, that's me. It looks so silly. Do you think I'm silly for taking these nude photos of you? I think it's so silly of me!" I quickly said, "How could I think you're silly? You're my wife, and I only let you take these photos because I like it. Besides, they don't look bad. Don't overthink it." Then I had another idea. I said to my wife, "Hey, can I take some close-up photos of you?" My wife said, "Close-up photos? What close-up photos? How do you take them?" She looked at me blankly. I said, "It's just pointing the camera close to a certain part of your body and taking a picture. The resulting photos will be big and clear." My wife probably thought of that too, and looked at me, asking, "So, what do you want to photograph about me?" I said, "I... I want to photograph your private parts. I mean, I'll point the camera close to your private parts, and you'll use your hands to spread your genitals, revealing your clitoris and the two tender, red labia. Then I'll take a picture of it. The result will be like a magnified image, showing your clitoris and the two tender, red labia clearly, even the individual pubic hairs." My wife exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! You want me to take those kinds of photos? I've already let you take nude photos of me, and you still want me to take those kinds of photos? Those kinds of photos seem a bit vulgar. I told you not to take them." "At this moment, I sensed my wife was a little unhappy. I thought, given how conservative she is usually, it was already quite an achievement for her to agree to let me take nude photos of her, let alone suggest something like this. It seemed really indecent, really inappropriate. If I couldn't take the photos, then I could only dream about it.
I put down the camera, sat down next to my wife, who was still completely naked, and reached out to touch her body. My wife's face flushed with a mixture of shyness and anger, and she whispered to me, 'Are you happy and satisfied now? After thinking about it for so long, you finally got to take nude photos of me.' I smiled happily. My wife then said, 'What if other people see these nude photos of me? How stupid would that be! I regret letting you take these nude photos now.' I quickly said, 'No, I won't put them on the computer, just on a USB drive. I'll plug it in to look at them when I want. These photos are for me to enjoy alone. Although they aren't as good as professionally taken photos, they are nude photos of my own wife that I took. Looking at them gives me a real feeling, and it reminds me of how you looked back then. I promise no one else will see these photos.'" My wife looked at me helplessly and said, "Well, the photos are already taken. If I ask you to delete them now, you definitely won't agree. Oh well, but you must hide them well! Don't let anyone see them!" I nodded and said, "I won't let anyone see them. I went through a lot of trouble to trick you into taking these photos." My wife glared at me and said, "You're so mean. How could you trick me?" I quickly said, "I know you let me take these photos because you care about me. Otherwise, why would you let me take nude photos of you? You definitely wouldn't agree." My wife looked at me and said, "You know that's good."
At this moment, I sat behind my wife again, crossed my hands, and began to caress my wife's breasts. For some reason, I felt particularly excited at this moment, and I really wanted to squeeze my wife's breasts hard. I slowly began to squeeze harder with my hands. My wife seemed to feel my movements and turned to look at me. I said, "I don't know why, but I really want to squeeze your breasts hard," and as I spoke, I squeezed them hard with both hands. My wife seemed to know what I was thinking and gently said, "You really want to squeeze my breasts hard right now, don't you? I know you always squeeze my breasts hard when you're excited. You've always done it, and I've always felt it. My breasts are meant for you to touch. If you want to squeeze me hard, then squeeze as hard as you want. It's okay. If you really hurt me, I'll scream so you know." Hearing my wife's words made me even more excited. I pressed my face tightly against my wife's face, crossed my hands, and slowly squeezed my wife's breasts. With each squeeze, my wife's breasts were moved up and down, left and right, and I molded them into various shapes. I kept squeezing my wife's breasts hard, and it felt so good, so satisfying. Then I heard my wife let out a soft "Ouch, hiss." I realized I'd been squeezing her breasts too hard; she must have been uncomfortable, otherwise she wouldn't have cried out. She turned her head and said, "It feels sore." Hearing this, I stopped squeezing her breasts and started gently caressing her nipples with my fingers. Her nipples were already hard. With a gentle flick of my fingers, she shuddered slightly and let out a soft "Ah," turning back to say softly, "Mmm, it feels good." I continued caressing her breasts and nipples, while she also stroked my erection. After a while, she softly said,
"Want me to kiss you a few times?" I was stunned. My wife had never given me oral sex before, saying it was dirty and she didn't like it. Why was she doing it today? Then she added, "Turn around." I immediately turned and lay down next to her on the bed. At this moment, my wife also knelt on the bed, her hand continuing to stroke my erection. Soon, my erection became very wet. Looking at the wetness, she glanced at me and slowly lowered herself down, without wiping it away. Her small mouth gently took my erection into her mouth. I felt her sucking and licking the tip with her tongue, her hands constantly caressing my erection. Ah, it felt so good to have my erection in her mouth—warm, itchy, tingling. Watching my wife earnestly sucking and licking my erection, I felt a surge of satisfaction, both mentally and physically. I gently pushed my wife away, my erection withdrawing from her warm lips. She looked up at me, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" I quickly replied, "No, it's the first time you've kissed me like that, how could it be uncomfortable? But I was about to lose control and put it in your mouth again." My wife looked at me and said, "Ugh, that's disgusting." At that moment, I got up, placing my hand on my wife's back. She understood and slowly leaned back onto the bed. We rarely made love with the lights on; she said it was too bright and she wasn't used to it.
I looked down at my wife, who lay naked on the bed. I watched her breasts rise and fall, her areolas shimmering. I pinched and kneaded her breasts, deforming them under my pressure. Then I lowered myself and began licking and sucking her nipples, my hands gripping and kneading them. After a while, I turned to look at her pubic area, the messy, inverted triangle of pubic hair between her legs. My hand finally touched her private parts, parting her legs slightly. Her vulva was already wet, and I could see her labia minora. It was small, only visible when her legs were spread apart. After her legs were spread apart, her labia minora were also slightly open, and the labia minora were brownish-red. I used my hands to part my wife's labia minora and saw that the inside was pink. I could see my wife's vagina. At the tip where the labia minora joined, there was a small dot, which should be my wife's clitoris, a woman's sensitive part. At this time, my wife's clitoris was already hard, and I couldn't help but kiss it, sucking on my wife's clitoris. After I sucked on it for a while, my wife's body began to twist, and she made "mmm" moaning sounds. I got up and slowly pressed my body against my wife's. My erection pressed against her sensitive spot, and as it resisted the wetness, I thrust forward. With that effort, my erection slowly slid all the way into her vagina. As it entered, my wife let out a soft "Mmm." My erection began to slowly move in and out of her vagina. With each thrust, her breasts swayed, and our breathing quickened. My wife began to moan... A soft moan escaped her lips as her legs clamped tightly around my body. Hearing her moans, I thrust even harder, watching her breasts sway back and forth with each stroke. I pushed my hard penis deep into her vagina, and a warm current shot from my body into hers, accompanied by another long moan from her…
A few nights later, I held my naked wife in my arms. She told me, “That night was the most comfortable I’ve ever had.”

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