Temptation of married women

My wife is 32 years old this year, the same age as me, just a few months older. We work at the same company, and our colleagues say we have a classic "office romance," haha! It doesn't matter, as long as our feelings for each other are good, that's all that matters!

Our relationship progressed smoothly from meeting to getting to know each other, from knowing each other to falling in love, and finally getting married—everything happened naturally, just like any ordinary relationship. Our courtship began with casual gatherings with a few close friends, gradually building our bond, and then progressing to dates. Initially, our dates consisted of simple activities like shopping, exercising, and having meals together, usually in relatively public settings.

As our relationship deepened, we started having more physical contact, from holding hands and putting our arms around each other's shoulders to hugging, kissing, and caressing. Of course, given the privacy required for these activities, we moved from more open places to more private spaces, such as bars, cinemas, groves, and parks at night. Back then, we were deeply in love, and sparks would occasionally fly.

As with anything new, physical contact was like breaking through a thin veil, and our feelings for each other intensified rapidly. Places like cinemas and bars, being relatively private, were still public spaces and no longer sufficient to satisfy our need for intimacy. Our "battleground" shifted from the outside to the inside—my apartment or her home.

In these completely private spaces, our feelings and actions were no longer constrained, and we marched towards my ultimate goal, marched forward! Of course, this advance is just a desire; I don't want to reveal my wolfish nature (the "wolf" of a lecher, haha!) because of my eagerness. After all, she's a girlfriend I quite like, and winning her over is just a matter of time. I can't afford to be careless and lose everything; relationships need to be developed step by step!

Whenever conditions allow, we'll seize every opportunity to flirt and get intimate. The standard procedure is usually like this: first, we chat, watch TV, or do other unrelated things. Then, I'll subtly seize the opportunity to make eye contact with her. In that instant, she'll understand my intentions. At this point, I'll use the moment we're gazing at each other to approach or pull our bodies closer (though it doesn't always have to be exactly like that; often our bodies are already embracing). I'll then say some appropriate words of affection. I gently stroked her hair, cheeks, chin, and those sensual lips.

Women are such sensual creatures; given the right amount of stimulation—remember, the right amount, never too much—she enters a state of ecstasy. At that moment, I would offer my lips, our lips meeting for a long, lingering touch. Then my hands would lightly rest on her arms or waist, and when her breathing began to quicken, I would unleash my signature move, the "Dragon Claw Hand for Grabbing Breasts" (don't be offended, Stephen Chow fans, I'm just using it here, just a reference). I would roam over her body, caressing her with all my might. Of course, this special move wasn't always aimed directly at her breasts.

Because we existed in a time and space only for the two of us, with no outside interference, my... My lust grew even more unrestrained, and my actions shifted from brief contact outside to prolonged lingering on certain parts of her body. Merely touching her from a distance was no longer enough to satisfy my desires; my hands roamed her body like snakes. Seeing the opportune moment, I became increasingly restless.

As autumn transitioned into winter, her clothing gradually thickened, and my hands would gently lift her thermal underwear or sweater to make direct contact with her flesh. First, I would linger and explore her waist, then slowly move upwards to attack her full breasts. I would first knead them through her bra, then slip my hands inside to directly squeeze and grasp her ample breasts.

At this point, some of you might be yelling, "Damn it, that's so saccharine! Just go for it! Get it over with!" Wrong, wrong. Wrong, that's not quite right! Actually, with my superb skills, removing her "armor" in a few quick moves, leaving her braless

, is a piece of cake. Given my wife's affluent background, she's always been very conscious of her appearance and takes great care of her body. Most of her lingerie is high-end brand-name, of excellent quality and style. Perhaps because her breasts are quite full, her bras always have a slight lift function, further emphasizing their size.

With these designer brands, the connection between the straps and cups is usually not sewn shut, but rather connected by a small hook and clasp for easy adjustment. This means I only need to unfasten the straps and back clasp at these three points, then gently pull the bra out from under her clothes, and… imagine the "breast jiggling" from Japanese anime! "The camera, haha! And indeed, as later events proved, my analogy was absolutely brilliant!

But in this situation, such methods are absolutely unacceptable. Imagine that even if she's currently intoxicated by my caresses, lost in her moans and desire, when she later slowly reflects on these moments, once she notices these details… As the saying goes, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; in certain emotional matters, they can be unfathomably deep and unpredictable.

On the contrary, in the first few times I touched her body, I would deliberately act clumsy like a bear, a bit reckless and impatient, or use a little brute force, deliberately trying to get in the right place. This kind of prank would initially get me rejected a few times, but as the number of times I touched and caressed my wife's body increased…" After she passed through the resistance phase and entered the acceptance phase, my understanding wife would even proactively unhook her bra from behind to help me out. After conquering her high ground (breast caress), diving down (vaginal stimulation) became a natural progression. That's how women are; they clearly crave and enjoy it, yet they insist on showing some shyness and bashfulness.

But then again, what would you think if she showed unusual excitement and quickly mounted me? Based on my past experience with women, I vaguely suspected my wife might still be a virgin! This was fully confirmed when I completely took her "first time," the details of which I'll discuss later.

It's not that I'm old-fashioned and have a virginity complex; after all, she's someone I want to spend my life with, and I still hope my ultimate love is pure. It's a good starting point, and besides, I can enjoy slowly developing her charm later.

Actually, before dating her, three other women had passed through my life. One was my first love, a sour and bittersweet experience—a classmate named Ting from high school. My longing for her, due to the shyness of youth, was a hazy, unrequited love, like admiring a lotus from afar. Although I confessed my feelings, my memories of her were only the fantasies I had when I was lonely.

Back then, I would often imagine her in various lewd positions based on scenes from pornographic videos. Sometimes I would have her lie on her back in an M-shape with her legs bent, her vulva wide open, revealing her clitoris; sometimes I would have her lie face down like a dog, wiggling her buttocks and repeatedly sitting back, the gap between her thighs appearing and disappearing; sometimes I would have her squat with her back arched, one hand kneading her breasts, the other scratching herself. She parted her labia, revealing her alluring vulva.

Because of her full figure and thick hair, I imagined she must have dark, thick pubic hair, a high, rounded mons pubis, and the shape of her pink clitoris that required the help of parting the pubic hair and labia to be clearly seen. Whenever I thought of these scenes, I would masturbate frantically until I reached orgasm. Looking back now, it's somewhat laughable, but it was also a man's hazy enlightenment (the technical term should be sexual fantasy) about sex during his teenage years. She was my college classmate, the object of my verification of the term "hymen" in the sex education textbook, and also the one who ended my virginity. She had a round face, and her pointed chin highlighted her lively personality. Beneath her long eyelashes were a pair of large, clear eyes that revealed her unique spirituality.

Her curvaceous, petite body was incredibly endearing. According to Japanese AV, she was the type of girl with "loli" tendencies—possessing an angelic, innocent face while also having all the full sexual characteristics of a woman. Especially her alluring breasts; initially round and firm, they grew fuller and larger under my repeated kneading and rubbing, and with the lubrication of my essence inside her vagina, they even had a "jiggling" feel to them. Even now, thinking about it brings back fond memories.

Unfortunately, you can't have your cake and eat it too. Our sexual pleasure was limited to normal positions. She always held a dislike for the more explicit acts seen in Western AVs, like oral sex, breast sex, and anal sex, forbidding me from trying them. Perhaps this is a flaw of the "loli" type of girl! It felt like a waste to have those large breasts that I had nurtured and matured. Sadly, after graduating from university, we went our separate ways, and this beautiful relationship faded into a yellowed memory.

The third woman I want to focus on now makes me want to vomit just thinking about her name. Her name was Ya Nan, a few years older than me, and she was the assistant lobby manager at a star-rated hotel where I used to work.

During my first few years in the workforce, I wasn't sure about my place in society, and I didn't want to stay home and live off my parents. So I went out to work and look for jobs to build up my social capital. Luckily, the hotel had a vacancy for a department assistant, and I got the job, which temporarily put me at ease.

By then, Ya Nan was already a senior assistant. From our initial interactions, I discovered that she had a servile and condescending attitude at work. Taking advantage of her seniority, having joined the hotel a few years earlier than me, she deliberately made things difficult for me in various ways when it came to inter-departmental negotiations and coordination. At first, I found it difficult to adapt. Talking with colleagues, I discovered they also disliked her, calling her a snob and a smug opportunist. They said she was a vocational high school graduate who had climbed her way up from a waitress position through underhanded means

, and now she thought she could derive pleasure from looking down on newcomers or certain department heads. Actually, I didn't look down on vocational high school graduates; on the contrary, I respected those who rose from humble beginnings. I just wasn't used to her attitude. Fortunately, these unpleasant feelings were quickly washed away by the busy work. Thanks to my outstanding abilities, I gained the boss's appreciation and was promoted to department head. Among the newcomers who joined at the same time, I was the most popular, highly regarded by the boss, and had a very promising future.

At this point, I sensed a clear difference in Ya Nan's words, eyes, and actions towards me—a vulgar, ambiguous feeling. Frequent work contact, coupled with being at the age where I was looking for love, made me fully aware of the implications. However, I also knew she wasn't my type, so I pretended to be oblivious to her various hints, which eventually escalated to her persistent pursuit. The saying goes, "Opportunity favors the prepared mind," which might sound a bit comical here, but she strangely seized the opportunity.

I remember it was a boring colleague gathering, purely for the occasion. Due to the complex interpersonal relationships at the hotel and the suffocating work pressure, I was somewhat depressed at the time. So, during the exhausting rounds of drinks at the party, I got drunk—one of the few times I'd gotten drunk at social gatherings—to the point of losing control and becoming somewhat disoriented.

My usually composed demeanor began to distort. Perhaps it was the pranks of young people at parties, like betting on whether someone could put their arm around another person's shoulder or even hit them during a drinking contest. She misinterpreted these as some kind of advances, fueling her desire for something more... The next day, when I woke up from my hangover, I was shocked to find Ya Nan sleeping naked beside me, the bed damp with water stains, and the white semen that hadn't been wiped clean from between her legs. The thought of giving her leverage flashed through my mind; I clearly realized that this would be the beginning of my passive position in our relationship.

Later, this passivity permeated all our time together, to the point that whenever we were alone, I had the illusion that I was a workhorse, always being led by the nose by her. When we're out, like eating, shopping, or having fun, I can manage this state. The most unbearable thing is her wanton and lewd initiative during sex, which leaves me speechless and amazed that such a lustful and wanton woman actually exists in this world.

She really enjoys the woman-on-top position. When she gets carried away, she'll squat on top of me, greedily guiding my penis into her wet cave with her hands. She'll lean down and entwine her tongue with mine, while also guiding my hands to knead her large breasts. Meanwhile, her cunt grips my penis and keeps rubbing against it, thrusting hard against my genitals. The force is so great that I'm afraid she might break my undone penis if I'm not careful. It's as if my penis isn't a set of engorged sponges, but a rolling pin, a steel pipe, or an iron spear, its sole purpose being to relentlessly pound her cunt, as if she wants to sit on my testicles as well.

At times like these, I would ridiculously think of the mortar and pestle in a traditional Chinese medicine shop: pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding… except theirs uses a mallet to pound the mortar, while mine is the mortar turned upside down with the mallet.

Imagine her lewd state at that moment: her body squatting on top of me, her upper body prone, her little mouth smacking at me, her full, plump breasts deformed downwards due to gravity, her nipples drooping towards my body, constantly rubbing against my chest with her movements, her lower body constantly thrusting up and down, her buttocks forcefully undulating and manipulating my penis. It's amazing she could even conceive of and do such a difficult position!

Thinking about these things always aroused my desire, so I would concentrate my energy and thrust my lower body to meet her ministrations, while my hands would knead her breasts even more vigorously, with a force so great it could be described as a grab, as if her large breasts were in danger of bursting at any moment. The pain I inflicted on her was unimaginable.

And when I observed her expression, she would only bite her lip a few times, the pain quickly fading as the pleasure from the friction between her vagina and penis subsided. This pain, in turn, further stimulated her lustful excitement, and she would moan and groan. The "slap slap" sound of our bodies colliding became "plop...splat...plop...splat..." sounds, because she was already overflowing with vaginal fluid.

The thick, sticky fluid gushing from her vagina seemed to be thickening my penis, leaving my lower body as wet as if it had been rained on. Then I added a little more stimulation, changing my hands from a broad attack to a targeted one. While forcefully squeezing her large breasts, I used my thumb and forefinger to grit my teeth and desperately rub her two erect nipples. She would gasp and moan, "Ahhh, yayah."

As her orgasm approached, the frequency of her vaginal stimulation of my penis increased even more, like the cylinder of a high-speed motorcycle. Her wanton desire to be penetrated was an inexhaustible source of power, and the torrent of her vaginal fluids was the finest lubricant in her cunt.

Her cunt would contract in waves, the friction between her vaginal walls and my penis becoming even closer, gripping my penis tightly, like a small hand giving me a handjob. The tingling sensation in my lower body suddenly intensified, and with the seal created by the vaginal fluids, her cunt practically became a pump, rapidly trying to extract my semen. I was almost at the point of losing control.

Often, this is when her climax arrives, a gush of hot vaginal fluid shooting out from her vulva, directly drenching my glans. The intense friction between my tightly gripped penis and the folds of her vagina, combined with the spray of her fluid, pushes me to my limit. Finally, I release my pent-up desire, and with a violent contraction of my penis, I ejaculate my thick semen deep into her uterus.

At this moment, she suddenly arches her upper body back to its limit, her eyes rolling back, her facial expression contorted in extreme pain, her throat bobbing up and down, trying to utter a weak "Ah... Ah..." sound, but only a faint breath escapes her lips, leaving no sound. Finally, she collapses like a dead dog, sprawling on top of me, unable to move.

This semi-dead state often lasted a long time. After I finished showering and lit a "post-coital cigarette," she was still lying there enjoying the afterglow, letting the milky white semen from her vulva smear over her petals and clitoris, flowing down her thighs and making a mess of the sheets.

Her sexual desire for me had become almost perversely proactive, even allowing her to fully utilize her abilities in more passive positions, such as the traditional missionary position. When I lifted her legs and mounted her, the focus of our physical contact was on our genitals. At this time, her upper body was more free. While most women would place their upper limbs casually and quietly enjoy the pleasure of penile penetration, she would use all her seductive charm to caress and knead her large breasts, or use her hand to moisten her genitals and rub her clitoris, causing her vaginal fluids to surge even more.

Every time I saw this, I couldn't help but become more excited, my heart racing and my penis throbbing faster. Stimulated by this, she would stretch out her arms and pull me to her chest, her legs crossing behind me to lock my waist and hips, making me thrust my lower body even harder into her cunt. When she got aroused, she would hold one of her plump breasts in one hand and bring it to my mouth to "feed" me, and I would suckle, tease, and bite with my teeth, enjoying it without any restraint.

Stimulated by both her nipples and cunt, she would start moaning, first softly "Ah...ya ya..." and then she would shout loudly and wantonly: "Oh...ah...harder...harder...fuck me harder...fuck me harder...yes, again, again...I want more, I want more..." Fuck you, I really don't know who's fucking whom!

At this time, her juices, which were thin water, had turned into milky white foam because of my thrusting, flowing down her cleavage, moistening her anus, buttocks, and my scrotum, and you can imagine how wanton she was.

Even the most robust man couldn't withstand her stimulation. I ejaculated quickly, but she wouldn't let go. She remained in the position before ejaculation, keeping my penis inside her cunt, trying to contract her vagina to feel my remaining heat, until my penis slid out of her filthy, semen-filled vagina.

The effect of her moans that night was evident the next day when we went out together. Just look at the looks she got from our neighbors, especially Mr. Li, the owner of the shell company downstairs. Whenever we met, he would greet me while constantly glancing at this slut beside me. In such situations, I was torn between two conflicting emotions: the satisfaction of the stimulating sex, and the annoyance of having my slutty girlfriend moaning and being fantasized about. Humans are

ultimately emotional beings, especially when a certain need is satisfied to the extreme, coupled with prolonged and repeated stimulation—the effect of persistent effort can be devastating. To be honest, Ya Nan's arrival did fill the void in my heart during that period of loneliness and struggle, and I couldn't help but feel a bit of longing and affection for her. As the saying goes, those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. When a person's judgment is clouded by their own feelings, it deviates from its original correct direction.

It happened after a hotel executive meeting, where I was appointed as the general manager's assistant, directly assisting the boss. As soon as the appointment was announced, the other senior executives present congratulated me, and I tried to control my somewhat excited emotions, returning their gratitude with a smile.

As the afternoon drew to a close, the workload lessened, so I returned to my office to compile documents and data. At this time, Ya Nan, who had already received the news, also came to my office to congratulate me. After she knocked and entered the room, she turned around and casually locked the door. I, who was working diligently, heard this unusual noise and looked up at her.

From her radiant smile, her slightly flushed face, and the frequent rise and fall of her chest, I could easily sense her excitement. She seemed even happier than if she herself had been promoted. Her eyes darted around with a seductive glint in them. She swayed shyly to the edge of my platform, then gracefully sat on it, just an arm's length away from me. A barrage of flattering words followed, making my ears and heart itch unbearably. Then the conversation slowly shifted to her own life.

"Hmph!" I thought to myself, "This shrewd and opportunistic woman is now demanding her reward for her previous investment!" While I pondered how to respond, seeing my slight hesitation, she pressed her advantage, pounced on me, and began to whine and whimper. One arm encircled my neck, while the other gently caressed my chest. From her exaggeratedly breathy lips, she murmured some of our bedtime sweet nothings, displaying a provocative and seductive manner.

Since I was currently slumped in my office chair, unable to exert any strength, and not wanting to make too much noise to attract attention, I agreed to some of her demands, thinking I could escape now and deal with her later. Who knew that this slut would become even more frenzied after receiving a satisfactory answer? One of her small hands began to move downwards. Knowing her intentions, I was about to speak to stop her, but her two bright red lips met mine, silencing my words.

You see, my uncooperative penis was already excitedly erect from her teasing, pressed against my lower abdomen by my underwear. Suddenly, her restless little hand, which had been moving its fingertips up and down, twisted at my belt buckle, changing its position so that its fingertips were pointing downwards and its palm upwards, rubbing against my stiff penis through my pants. After playing with

it for a while, she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and slipped her hand directly into my underwear, beginning to rub my penis with her palm and tease my testicles with her fingers. Now, with my penis being directly grasped and played with by such a warm, slightly sweaty hand, the stimulation was even more intense.

After playing like this for a while, I saw her press her fingertips against my perineum, her palm leaving my penis and spreading outwards, creating an angle between her palm and my penis, while also stretching my underwear. Then, with a deft flick of her wrist, she pulled down the entire front of my underwear, the elastic waistband naturally hooking under my scrotum. My penis was now freed from all restraints, "breathing" the air of freedom, truly becoming an erection.

Once the "liberation work" was done, she grabbed my penis again and began stroking it up and down, giving me a handjob. The tightness and looseness of her small hand, the speed and slowness of her strokes—damn, even when I masturbate myself, I don't always feel this good.

Because of this stimulation, I could clearly feel my penis getting even bigger. The gradually increasing pulsation from my penis gave her enough information. Her small mouth left my lips, kissed my chin, my Adam's apple, my chest, and continued kissing down towards my lower body, finally stopping at my navel.

At this moment, she stopped kissing, looked up at me, and my penis was right under her chin. This erotic scene reminded me of those unfortunate guys in movies who wanted to shoot themselves, but of course, I wasn't stupid enough to become an idiot who only watched movies.

A slight smirk played on her lips as she gave me a knowing, mischievous grin. I frowned slightly, my eyes conveying my refusal: "Sis, come on, this is work time! You wouldn't be crazy enough to give me oral sex here, would you? Besides, this is my first day on the job!" The quick-witted woman, of course, understood my meaning. She parted her cherry lips slightly and said softly, "I heard you got promoted again, I'm 'excited'! 'Funny'!" I thought to myself: 'You slutty whore, you're emphasizing those words on purpose. What the hell does my promotion have to do with you? You're probably just worried about ruining your own good time!' She continued, "I wanted to come and congratulate you earlier, but you've been too busy. I've been waiting all day. I'm sincere, I just couldn't wait to come find you! You got me all excited as soon as we met." (Good heavens! Who's messing with whom here?) "Even though I can't have a passionate encounter with you, my mouth can still love your cock, right? Consider this first time I did it for you a promotion gift! (You slut, only you could come up with this idea and say it like that.) Don't worry, I locked the door. Besides, haven't you leaders been hiding in your rooms all this time?" "Free? Never mind, I'll need you to make it up to me tonight..." Before she finished speaking, her small mouth kissed the glans of my penis, making a "sizzling" sound. Then, her lips parted slightly to form a small hole, tightly gripping the tip of my glans. She gently leaned forward and pulled back the foreskin that was partially covering my glans, so the entire glans fell into her mouth (hehe, sorry, my foreskin is a bit long, so the glans can't be fully exposed when my penis is fully erect). Then she spat out the glans from her mouth, and I saw my penis rise with excitement, pulsating in the air. She looked up at me and winked playfully, while sticking out her tongue and quickly teasing the glans of my penis with the tip of her tongue. She looked extremely lewd, and I knew that an even more exciting show was about to begin.

Next, just like before, she gently kissed the tip of my glans again with her small lips forming a ring, adding a sucking motion, so that her lips tightly gripped my glans. She slowly moved her neck forward, her lips tightly gripping my glans and slowly moving forward until they stopped at the glans, then she moved her neck backward until they returned to the tip of my glans and stopped again, completing one cycle of movement. For

the next while, her movements didn't go any deeper, just repeatedly teasing my glans, but each time the movements were slightly different, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. Sometimes she would stop with my glans in her mouth, teasing the urethral opening with her small tongue or licking the glans in circles, making me feel a surge of lust rising in my chest. I couldn't help but reach out and unbutton the front of her work clothes. When I looked closely, damn! This slut was actually wearing a strapless bra, and the front-fastening kind at that.

I snapped it open with two fingers, and "snap!" the fabric covering her chest flew open, revealing her enormous breasts, which practically sprang out as they were freed from their tight confinement. A pair of dark red nipples stood erect atop the two white mounds of flesh. I could see that this slut was just as excited as I was, so I began to play with those plump breasts like kneading dough. Watching those mounds of flesh change shape in my hands was truly a pleasurable experience.

After I started teasing her, she really let loose with her mouth. It wasn't just small, back-and-forth movements anymore; she was now thrusting vertically up and down. Soon, my penis was glistening with her saliva, and the pressure from her lips as she sucked on it was almost like biting. Because of the increased suction, she was making gurgling sounds as she sucked. Even more unbelievable was that she managed to swallow most of my 16-17 centimeter penis.

This lewd scene spurred me to grab her hair tightly, helping her to penetrate even deeper. I felt the glans hitting her throat with each thrust, and she would gag and vomit, greatly satisfying my deepest sadistic desires.

While I was doing this, I caught a glimpse of her huge, swaying breasts. I thought, I can't let these treasures go to waste, so I pinched her nipples, which were still bobbing wildly in the air, and used them to swing her breasts.

As I played with them, I thought, since this slut is already giving me oral sex, why not go for her breasts too?

So I split my hands and pulled her breasts forward, pulling them towards me. Distracted by my actions, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. When I inserted my penis into her deep cleavage, causing her large breasts to sandwich my penis, she immediately understood my intention and said, "You're so naughty! Serving you with your mouth isn't enough, you also want to enjoy my breasts!" I didn't say anything, just gave her a lewd smile. Seeing my insistence, she said again, "You were just making excuses, but now you're pushing your luck and going further." "Fine, you've already stripped me down to this extent, I might as well add another dish to your meal." As soon as she finished speaking, she cupped her large, full breasts in her hands and began to move them up and down around my penis. Then, she lowered her head and took my glans into her mouth, playing with it in conjunction with her hands. This way, her breasts moved downwards, exposing part of my penis in her mouth, and her mouth moved upwards, exposing part of my penis being gripped by her breasts. Her mouth would also occasionally secrete excess saliva for lubrication.

The friction of her breasts combined with the skillful licking of her mouth created a torrent of pleasure that hit me right in the head. "Damn! Today I'm not only adding another dish, I'm going to have a feast!" "When lust overwhelms reason, it makes one reckless. I reached under her armpits and suddenly lifted her up from her kneeling position. Before she could even stand up, I swiftly grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. Then, I used my thumbs to hook her stockings and panties down to her knees.

In an instant, this slut was 'undressed,' stunned by my swift and fluid movements. Looking at her from top to bottom, haha, her open shirt revealed a pair of still-trembling, snow-white breasts. Her bra, without straps, had already fallen down. A pleated skirt encased her waist and hips, thick, dark pubic hair concealing her voluptuous vulva. Her stockings and panties, crumpled up by me, hung on her knees, and there were faint traces of moisture between her legs."

When she came to her senses, she hurriedly pushed away my clutches and backed away, desperately pleading in a low voice, "No, please, not here... Oh, your thing is too big, what if someone comes?" "Damn it, I'm going to do it to you right here! The louder you scream, the more exciting it is." At this point, I didn't give her a chance to explain. I grabbed her and pulled her over, twisting her hips and making her turn around. Because she was still struggling, her center of gravity shifted forward, and her upper body leaned forward, sticking her buttocks towards me.

Then I looked at the cleft between her legs. Goodness, her pubic hair was already wet and stuck to her labia majora with this slut's own juices. Her thick labia minora were also squeezed out of the labia majora, rubbing back and forth between her legs. There were still glistening dewdrops hanging on them, swaying precariously, captivatingly beautiful.

"Damn! Look at your own cunt, it's soaking wet, and you're still being coy and saying no. I bet you can't say no, can you?" I couldn't suppress my lust any longer. I spread my hands, which were holding her waist and hips, and grabbed her buttocks with my fingers. I used my thumbs to forcefully pry open her labia, and thrust my cock into her foaming cunt. It went in all the way, all the way to her core. Then I grabbed her buttocks and started pushing and pulling her body, thrusting in and out. Seeing that I had her, she gave up struggling and let me do whatever I wanted.

As I fucked her, I felt my hands getting lighter and lighter. I looked closely, and damn it! This slut got aroused by my fucking. At this moment, she put her hands on my desk, leaned forward, bent her legs slightly, and moved her butt up and down to actively play with my cock, while moaning "Oh oh... ah ah..." I also thrust my lower body harder to cooperate.

At this moment, the sounds of fucking and moaning filled my office. The fishy smell between the slut's legs also spread as our bodily fluids evaporated. I felt that the slut's movements were getting faster and faster, and her vagina was getting tighter and tighter, as if she was about to have an orgasm. I also gradually tightened my sphincter. But just as I was about to ejaculate, someone knocked on my office door... (2) Why did they have to come at this time of year? It was really annoying. I had no choice but to suppress my urge to ejaculate and forcefully held back my semen. I pushed away the self-absorbed Ya Nan and said, "Hurry up and finish work!" I opened the door while hurriedly tidying my clothes. The person

who came was none other than my old friend, Lao Zheng. Lao Zheng is not actually very old. He is a middle-aged man in his forties with a shiny bald head, a fat body, a calm personality, and a round face with a kind smile. The young men in the hotel all call him "Lao" Zheng.

Old Zheng is one of the few remaining veterans at the hotel, currently holding a minor position mainly in logistics. We had a lot of business dealings when I first joined the hotel, and because of his honest and kind nature, we became close friends despite our age difference. He's also one of the few reliable people I can trust and confide in at the hotel.

After the "battlefield" was mostly cleaned up, I opened the door and invited Old Zheng in. The moment he entered my office, I noticed a subtle, almost imperceptible change in his eyes. Seeing Ya Nan still deliberately taking her time fixing her appearance, I quickly asked Old Zheng why I was there to distract him.

Old Zheng sat down on the sofa as he spoke, and I sat down beside him. Only after Ya Nan left did I notice the lewd atmosphere in my room, so I hurriedly took out cigarettes and smoked with Old Zheng to cover up the unpleasant smell.

That day, after finishing our work discussion, Lao Zheng unexpectedly started chatting with me. The conversation drifted to him and his wife, and he even added some suggestive remarks: "Women in brothels are fickle; be careful of fickle women," and "Women are categorized by purity: platinum, gold, 24k gold, 18k gold; never choose gold-plated."

Lao Zheng is usually very discreet; he only brings up work-related topics like this at his home or my apartment when we're discussing business over drinks. This cunning Lao Zheng—he guessed exactly what we'd done this time. I understood his well-intentioned advice, but at that moment, my mind was consumed by lust, and I couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

As he left, Lao Zheng patted my shoulder meaningfully, to which I responded with a perfunctory smile, leaving him shaking his head helplessly.

After finishing my colleagues' celebration party that evening, I rushed back to my apartment. I knew there was an empty, eagerly awaiting hole waiting for me there, a battle was bound to happen tonight, the kind of cathartic release I desperately needed. When

I opened the door, I saw Ya Nan standing barefoot on the floor. In her passionate eyes, I read her fervent longing for me. From her wet hair and fair, supple skin, I knew she had already showered. She was wearing a black lace nightgown, the spaghetti straps and the cups of her bra pushing her large breasts together to create a deep cleavage. The hem of the short dress barely covered her mysterious pubic area, revealing her two long, slender, fair legs.

Ya Nan's figure was full and well-proportioned but not bulky, with a prominent bust and buttocks, a wasp waist and wide hips, her curves were perfect, the kind of figure that is rare for an AV actress. Coupled with the unique mystery of the black lace nightgown, she exuded an alluring aura. I couldn't help but take a few steps forward and kiss her tightly.

Unable to control my excitement, I immediately started to touch her all over. One hand kept rubbing her breasts, while the other hand explored the secret place between her legs. I found a strip of cloth panties in the way, so I simply lifted it up and pushed it aside. I used my middle finger to slide along the slit of her flesh, past her labia majora and minora, and inserted it into her vagina to tease her. I found that she was already wet. I then pushed her towards the bedroom.

She then dodged my lips, her mouth free to grumble coquettishly, "You're back so late! All you do is drink and party outside, leaving me waiting at home. You're so eager to do this as soon as you get back, don't you care about your sweat and alcohol stench? Come on, let me wash you first!" Slightly drunk, I let her do as she pleased, taking off my clothes and sitting in the bathtub. Surrounded by the warm bathwater, the day's fatigue and the slight drunkenness immediately lessened. While she was washing my body with shower gel, I noticed she was washing my penis with extra care. She repeatedly scrubbed the glans of my erect penis, pulled back the foreskin, and massaged my scrotum repeatedly. She even carefully massaged my anus with her fingers.

After the bath, she dried me off, and then she led me to the bedroom, her small hand holding my penis. Our two white bodies immediately intertwined on the bed. As we tumbled and rolled around in each other's arms, she pushed me onto my back, and then her little mouth began to kiss my way down my body, pausing at my nipples and navel before getting straight to the point. I saw her kneeling between my spread legs, her head bobbing up and down as she serviced me with her little mouth, one hand teasing my testicles, the other reaching between her legs to masturbate.

The tightness and moisture of her mouth were no less than that of her vagina. Although lying there comfortably was indeed quite nice, seeing her looking so itchy and restless, I thought I should "interact" a bit, so I said, "Man, man, I want some water!" At this moment, she jokingly put my glans in her mouth, raised her head, and looked at me questioningly. Afraid that she would misunderstand, I added, "I want to drink water—the slutty water from your spring!" She was very happy after understanding my intention and became even more attentive. She used her small mouth to suck on my glans and moved her legs around my penis to change positions. When she knelt on me with her legs spread apart, presenting her entire vulva in front of me, I realized that the panties under her black lace skirt were actually those t-back panties, made of just a few thin strings and a small piece of cloth, with the least amount of fabric.

A thin string divided her buttocks in two, highlighting two round, plump buttocks. The thin gauze clinging to her vulva barely covered the cleft between her thighs, exposing her thick, dark pubic hair and full mons pubis. Even a patch of wet labia minora was squeezed out, glistening with lust. The panties barely covered her anus and vaginal opening.

The provocation of these panties made my blood boil even more. I grabbed the thin string inside her buttocks and pulled it to the side, hanging it on one of Ya Nan's buttocks. Because she was sticking her buttocks out, I didn't even need to move my hand; Ya Nan's entire lower body was wide open.

Two labia minora, engorged and open with extreme excitement, a writhing, dripping vulva, an anus that contracted slightly with each breath... Before I could admire it enough, Ya Nan's big buttocks pressed firmly against my face, constantly rubbing from side to side. My mouth and nose were completely trapped inside her wet cunt. Luckily, I had the quick thinking to bite her clitoris, which made her lift her buttocks in pain. Otherwise, I would have been in real danger of suffocating, no, I should say, being raped to death.

After catching my breath, I angrily yelled at her, "Fuck your mother! Do you think I'm a god who doesn't need to breathe? Fuck!" As soon as I finished speaking, I retaliated by thrusting my hips hard, shoving the head of my penis deep into her throat.

Startled by my actions, she hurriedly spat out my penis, turned her face to the side, and gagged. After vomiting, she complained, "You rascal! I was so excited that I accidentally... Oh, you don't have to do this to me as revenge, do you? I really want you to kiss me..." I interjected at the right moment, "Kiss? Kiss what?" "Kiss... Oh, kiss my... my butt!" "Okay!" After saying that, I started to act silly, hugging her plump buttocks and sucking on them with my mouth, licking them with my tongue, and biting them with my teeth, but avoiding the mound of flesh between her buttocks.

During this time, she sucked and stroked my penis even more diligently, while constantly moving her hips from side to side, trying to find my mouth with her dripping wet pussy. After several unsuccessful attempts, she angrily bit my glans with her teeth and said, "Please, stop teasing me! I'm so uncomfortable down there, I really need... Oh, since I'm serving you so hard, just give me a kiss!" "I haven't been idle either, have I? I've tried my best, haven't I? What, is that still not enough? What do you want?" I teased her deliberately.

"What I want you to kiss is..." "Where exactly? Just tell me if you need it!" "You're deliberately making things difficult for me, do I have to say it? Oh, I want... I want you to kiss... kiss my tender flesh down there!" "Oh~~ Oh, I have a big bunch here, where exactly is it, tell me more clearly." After a brief internal struggle, she finally mustered up the courage to say, "It's, it's... the one in my butt crack... that bud, and... and those two petals, and I want my hole too! I'm really in a hurry, please, come quickly!" As she spoke, she pressed her buttocks against my face again. Since my little scheme had succeeded, with a bit of satisfaction and a bit of intoxication, I stuck out my tongue and licked her clitoris from top to bottom, and licked out her entire clitoral head. Provoked by my words, she trembled violently and let out a long, satisfied "Oh..." I thought to myself, "Heh heh, this is just the beginning, the real show is yet to come!" Before I took another bite, I subconsciously sniffed her genitals carefully. This sniff led to a significant discovery: this slut had a faint rose scent down there! A thought flashed through my mind: I remembered accompanying her to buy essential oils for aromatherapy once, and most of them were floral. Could it be that this slut had also scented her own genitals? No wonder the scent was so different from the fishy smell in my office this afternoon. This cunt was truly "slutty" to the extreme; I had to admire her cunning.

Since she'd gone to such lengths, I didn't hold back. I stuck out my tongue and licked her labia minora along the path of her vulva, occasionally sucking her clitoris into my mouth and biting it gently, or swallowing her labia minora and sucking on them vigorously.

She was moaning and groaning as I did this, and simply stroking my penis with her mouth wasn't enough to satisfy her. She kept changing the way she did it, licking the glans and urethral opening with the tip of her tongue, or gently scraping the glans with her teeth. She would also smooth out my pubic hair with her hands and suck on my penis like she was eating a popsicle, making "tsk tsk tsk tsk" sounds.

I started "clearing the gates" here—from her clitoris to her anus, all the way through her clitoris, labia minora, vaginal opening, and anus, all "sweeped" by my tongue. She was so aroused that she would arch her buttocks to actively cooperate with me.

Inspired by me, she began her attack on my groin, initially licking my scrotum and testicles until they were soaked. Then she took each of my balls into her mouth one by one, "melting" them in her mouth. Her tongue then slid down to my perineum.

Here, blocked by my tightly closed buttocks, even with her head buried between my legs, her tongue couldn't reach my anus. In desperation, she cleverly grabbed the back of my knees, bending and lifting my legs into an "M" shape, just like when I usually fucked her. This exposed my anus, which then became the target of her tongue's licking.

I simply crossed my legs behind her, freeing her hands to masturbate while licking my anus. Gradually, this slut's tongue changed tactics, starting to swirl and probe into my anus, making me increasingly aroused.

Not to be outdone, I quickly thrust my tongue into her two holes, one in front and one behind, while simultaneously rubbing her clitoris with four fingers of one hand. In no time, this slut's buttocks spasmed, accompanied by contractions of her anus and vagina, and a gush of fluid shot out. Haha! I brought this slut to orgasm

and she ejaculated. After she finished, she lay motionless on top of me like a dead pig. Damn it, you had your fun, but my problem isn't solved yet! I grabbed her waist and flipped her over, changing our positions to a 69, man on top. I then spread her legs into an "M" shape, positioning her still-dazed head between her thighs, and thrust my penis back into her mouth, while my two fingers penetrated her two wet holes.

"Serves you right for playing dead!" Then I attacked all three points simultaneously, violently ravaging her three orifices.

Watching my fingers pump water out with a "plop plop" sound, and hearing the gagging sounds coming from under her buttocks, the feeling was incredibly exciting and stimulating!

Before I knew it, after only thirty-odd thrusts, I ejaculated against her throat, pouring every last drop of my semen down her esophagus, leaving her no chance to vomit. And it felt like there was an unusually large amount this time. Despite her struggles, I didn't give her a chance to escape until I released the last drop of semen, then let her jump up and rush to the toilet to vomit.

Afterwards, as compensation, I showered her with sweet words. Thankfully, from the flush on her cheeks and her still slightly trembling body, I felt she still enjoyed the intercourse.

Effort pays off. After Ya Nan's repeated efforts to "perform," I finally succumbed and used my power to arrange a low-stress, high-paying job for her.

I had planned to just muddle through, but as the saying goes, what goes up must come down. With his business booming, the boss gathered resources and energy to invest in real estate in a neighboring coastal city, leaving the local hotel neglected. He then assigned one of his cousins to manage it.

This thirty-something idiot was utterly clueless, all he had was a mouth, and below that, a typical smooth-talking playboy. From the moment he took over the hotel, he relentlessly amassed wealth for himself, disregarding the hotel's survival. Anyone among us executives who dared to object was either verbally abused or fired.

This reckless behavior created chaos in the hotel's management, making it difficult to conduct my work properly, and leaving me feeling incredibly depressed. But then I noticed someone else thriving and becoming quite smug—Ya Nan.

She seemed to have vanished from my life all of a sudden. Her current favoritism was undoubtedly due to her pandering to his tastes and "offering" herself to him! Looking back now, I truly feel ashamed of Lao Zheng's painstaking efforts that day.

Oh well, there's really nothing left to linger here, so I simply packed my bags and left. Although I lost a well-paying job, it also allowed me to see a woman I shouldn't have gotten involved with. Luckily, I hadn't gone all the way with her, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable. Life is unpredictable, fortune and misfortune are intertwined; today's ending is perhaps another

form of disaster and happiness. In the days that followed, I changed jobs several times and dated a few girlfriends. Among these girls were quite outstanding; some were beautiful, had great figures, and were all-around perfect, capable both in public and at home.

Perhaps that disastrous experience had left too deep a mark on me; there was always an unconscious self-protection, an inexplicable barrier between me and them, preventing me from completely opening up to them. As a result, either I hastily fled, or they quietly left me.

This continued until I met my wife. From the first moment I saw her, a long-lost feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart, leading me to make a decision that, in retrospect, was absolutely correct: I wanted to date her.

During our time together, I observed her carefully. From her everyday actions, I saw her kindness, virtue, and purity. I knew my true feelings had been rekindled. Although my wife could occasionally throw a tantrum, her care for me and everything she did for me showed me that she truly loved me. Finding someone who truly loves you in this

vast world is no easy feat. I was determined not to let this girl, who loved me deeply and whom I loved deeply in return, slip through my fingers again. Thus, the scene at the beginning unfolded. I deliberately kept our relationship low-key this time, trying to conceal my past and remain calm and composed. But I soon found myself caught in the whirlpool of love.

Besides the events described earlier, as our relationship deepened, my wife allowed me to explore her genitals. Whenever we met, I would caress her entire body, my final destination always being between her legs.

I was always very careful with my "operations" in this area, gently teasing, rubbing, and teasing her labia and clitoris to stimulate her desire, while trying to avoid touching her vaginal opening, because I wanted to save her hymen for my penis to enjoy. However, frustratingly, whenever I proposed to be intimate, my wife would always shyly try to refuse, leaving me unable to succeed.

This situation continued for a long time until things changed after a short separation… Due to company business needs, I was assigned to work at a branch office in another city for a period of time. Separated by thousands of miles, we tried everything to alleviate our longing during that time: diaries, letters, phone calls, the internet. But all of this couldn't compare to the real feeling of even holding hands.

After a long wait, once the business at the company was finished, I hurriedly returned. I booked a flight and immediately called her. Looking back now, the feeling of tightly embracing my lover at the airport is unforgettable.

It was past 9 p.m., and she had specially prepared a candlelight dinner for me at my apartment to welcome me home. The moment I entered, I was greeted by a warm scene: a clean room, an enticing dinner, and the flickering candlelight. A surge of warmth welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help but pull her into my arms again.

Everything that followed happened so naturally; my passion was unleashed that night, passionately and freely expressed. Afterwards, gazing at the vibrant, dazzling virginity stain on the clean white sheets, we held each other tightly, unable to separate. Our delicious candlelight dinner turned into a late-night snack. We finished eating, laughing and joking, and then we made love again, exchanging our body heat in each intense encounter, creating shared memories.

From then on, we became true lovers, inseparable like glue. My wife carefully preserved the stained red sheet—a testament to our love.

I should mention something about my wife's figure. She's on the heavier side, with a fuller waist but still quite proportionate limbs. She has firm breasts and a round bottom, and her breasts sway slightly up and down when she walks, while her bottom sways from side to side in a "twisting" motion. By today's fashionable standards, she's not exactly "appealing," but I don't know why, I'm just drawn to her body type, especially during sex. My hands constantly caressing that soft mound beneath me... it truly lives up to the old saying: "Skinny women are beautiful, but plump women are practical," haha!

What I loved most was lighting a cigarette during her brief respite after we were done, sitting beside her and slowly admiring her naked body: her plump arms, full breasts, rounded mons pubis, sparse pubic hair, and rounded buttocks. Occasionally, she would wake up at this moment, turn to her side, prop her face up with one hand, and gaze at me with deep affection. It felt like admiring a beautiful classical nude painting—graceful, noble, and elegant.

The sweet harvest of love gave me upward motivation, and soon my career was also thriving. We had our own sweet little home, and after a carefully planned and passionate proposal, she willingly changed her status from my girlfriend to my wife.

The days after our marriage were filled with sweetness. We had our own personal space. On holidays, we would lock ourselves in the house, naked together all day, making love whenever and wherever we wanted. Our battlefields were everywhere in our little nest: the balcony bathed in morning sunlight, the kitchen filled with the aroma of dinner in the evening, the study filled with the faint scent of tobacco and the rich aroma of red wine late at night… And so, I began to cultivate my wife's sexual desires. Occasionally, I would find some ordinary Japanese adult films and play them on my high-fidelity home theater in the living room. I feel that I generally prefer Japanese adult films. On the one hand, because Asians have similar body types, they are easier to accept as introductory tutorials; on the other hand, the way those pure and cute actresses in Japanese films suck penises is particularly alluring, as if what they are sucking is not a smelly penis, but a refreshing, sweet popsicle. The greedy licking is also something I yearn for.

At first, my wife would scold me for being a pervert, but gradually she was also infected by the stimulating images on TV. Her little hands started to wander and touch my penis, and I gently touched her vulva with my hand. "Good, my wife's lower body is already wet. You still call me a pervert? Don't you want it too? Isn't your lower body wet too?" I thought, and seized the opportunity to speed up the movements of the hand between her legs, constantly rubbing her clitoris and labia, inserting my middle finger into her vagina and teasing it; my other hand wandered to her pair of large breasts, gently rubbing her breasts and teasing her nipples; my mouth was not idle either, and at this time I had already kissed her other nipple and licked and sucked it.

In this way, my wife was soon panting and unable to control her sexual desire. I used the images on TV to guide my wife to lie face down on the sofa, sticking her buttocks up and sitting back as far as possible, exposing her tender vulva that exuded a slightly seductive aura. Looking at her again, her thick labia majora were parted, a few dark pubic hairs lay flat on them, and her labia minora were also covered with love juice and stood erect due to engorgement. The clitoris was mostly still wrapped in the clitoral skin, with only the tip peeking out. Her vaginal opening twitched slightly, squeezing out waves of fluid.

I sat on the sofa behind my wife, cupped her large buttocks in my hands, and brought my mouth to them. I first gave her buttocks several deep kisses, and then slowly moved my lips from the sides of her vulva towards the center. I really liked the smell inside my wife's vulva. Because we were always very casually naked at home, there was no clothing covering her, so it was well-ventilated. In addition, my wife was very clean and often washed herself down there, so the smell wasn't particularly strong, just a slightly fishy and pungent smell mixed with her body fragrance, and occasionally a hint of soap. It was especially enjoyable when I gave her oral sex.

Some online articles claim that a woman's vagina emits an alluring fragrance, but these are mostly exaggerations. Imagine, sandwiched between two excretory organs and so well-covered, where would the fragrance come from? However, with good hygiene habits and careful attention to the health of one's reproductive organs, such as washing before oral sex, the actual situation isn't as foul-smelling as some people describe.

Before giving my wife oral sex, I always sniff her, letting my breath tease her opening. The "equipment" encased in her labia majora is quite delicate and charming; the two labia minora, neither too long nor too short, neither too thin nor too thick, are slightly closed, half-concealing the entrance, enticing me to enter.

I'm not used to that so-called "butterfly vagina." The two large labia minora are covered with wrinkles from being soaked in vaginal fluid. When you pull them apart, they cover the labia majora that are wrapped around them. When you turn them outwards, they open the vaginal opening wide, bringing out the fleshy part of the vaginal wall and leaving a big, dark "bottomless hole." Although it is visually very stimulating, swallowing it feels like chewing two pieces of braised pig's ears, which are very greasy.

My wife's pink labia minora are quite distinctive; the right one is slightly larger than the left. Taking them in my mouth and gently rubbing them with my tongue, the soft, smooth texture is truly intoxicating. With just a little stimulation, my wife becomes aroused, gently swaying her hips from side to side in response. Then, I press my thumb against her clitoris and gently rub it, exposing her little bean, like a small pink grape, swollen and luscious.

I lick it with my tongue, and with each lick, my wife shudders, moaning, "Oh...oh...ah...ah..." I take her clitoris entirely into my mouth and suck hard, my tongue teasing her even more. My wife becomes even more excited, her hips thrusting and her buttocks rising and falling, actively responding to my stimulation, her whole body trembling with heat.

I moved my mouth up to her vaginal opening, forcefully scraping my tongue across it repeatedly, while my fingers continuously rubbed her clitoris, ensuring that all her sensitive organs were constantly stimulated by me. By this time, my wife was completely exhausted, her upper body slumped on the sofa, barely able to keep her large buttocks raised as I ravaged her.

Hearing her nearly exhausted panting, I stopped my oral sex to give her a moment to recover, both mentally and physically. "I can't let you enjoy yourself all by yourself," I thought to myself, then lifted one of her legs to make room, and lay down beneath her in a 69 position, deliberately displaying my erect penis in front of her. Inspired by porn, she grasped it with one hand and began to stroke it. I promptly reminded her that it was best to use both her hands and mouth. She shyly called me a bad guy, but her little mouth obeyed my instruction and took the glans into her mouth.

At first, the licking and teasing weren't very enjoyable for me. My wife was still a novice in this type of intercourse, and her technique was rather rough. So, I used the remote to turn up the volume on the stereo to attract her attention. My naturally intelligent wife understood and started imitating the oral techniques of actresses in movies, while the sensation on my penis gradually improved.

I restarted the oral work, sticking out my tongue as far as possible and curling it into a tube shape, mimicking my penis pushing into her little pussy, while my fingers continued to rub her clitoris. Obviously, my wife liked this move. While enjoying my tongue service, she also quickened the movements of her own mouth, and even used her little mouth to mimic the effect of her pussy, increasing the suction force to try to tighten around my penis. In this respect, I think my wife is a very good sexual partner. She understands many things with just a little hint, and she quickly becomes proficient without being taught.

Compared to regular intercourse, I prefer this 69 position of oral sex. I think this special way of intercourse is also a favorite of many couples! Despite the potential for disdain or disgust in public, it's still frequently used in bed, right? Normal genital intercourse, even with both partners fully engaged and experimenting with various techniques, inherently involves one partner in a passive position. This is an unavoidable drawback of genital intercourse. However, oral

sex in the 69 position avoids this limitation. Whether it's the missionary, woman-on-top, or standing upside-down position, oral sex unconsciously involves both partners' mouths and hands, acting as substitutes or enhancements for each other's genitals. This not only enhances the stimulation for both partners but also completely eliminates the passive role of one partner.

As their desires intensified, they would use their mouths to simulate their own genitals, "serving" each other's genitals. This created a situation where they not only received but also gave simultaneously. The more they received, the more they reflexively gave, much like adding fuel to a fire. The more fuel they added, the stronger the flame and the higher the temperature, until they were both consumed by the flames of lust.

The harder I thrust my tongue into her vagina, the more vigorously she would use her mouth to caress my penis. When I rubbed her clitoris, she would play with my testicles, and even tease and rub my perineum and anus with her fingers. In this way, my wife and I could both clearly feel the trembling from the depths of each other's hearts.

Even though my wife's technique was quite skilled, she was still slightly less proficient than me in this area. After a few rounds, her body went limp in a spasm, and she lay motionless on top of me, no longer interested in sucking my penis. Touching my face, which was covered in my wife's sticky love juice, I knew she had reached a brief respite after her orgasm.

I stopped my tongue assault and quietly watched her vagina, which had been rapidly opening and closing due to the orgasm, occasionally gently kissing her vulva to let her slowly savor the afterglow. As she gradually came to her senses, I straightened my body, leaning against the sofa in a half-sitting, half-lying position, and helped her sit on top of me in a squatting position, letting her vagina envelop my penis. I held her waist and began to stroke her.

I chose this position for three reasons: first, it allowed her to take control and be proactive right after her initial orgasm, controlling the depth and pace, which helped her regain her psychological sensitivity; second, because she was squatting, the force she exerted made her vagina tighter, bringing more pleasure to my penis at a lower frequency; and third, it allowed her to slowly expend energy during the build-up to her next orgasm.

After all, her status as an office lady limited her stamina. After squatting and stroking my penis for only a few minutes, she gasped and begged for mercy: "Oh... darling... I really don't have any strength left, I can't do it anymore. We've been playing for so long, shouldn't we switch partners?" "You've already had one (orgasm), do you want more..." I teased her while thrusting my penis.

"You naughty teaser, taking so long and still not coming? Don't you want to?" (Takes a few minutes? It's clearly just your lack of stamina!)

I said, using her tone as an excuse, "Yes, I really want to. Come on, lie down, let me 'love' you properly again!" At this point, I would help her find a comfortable supine position on the sofa, then spread her legs wide, exposing her vulva and opening her vagina, aiming my penis and thrusting in.

At first, I would thrust into her cunt in a certain rhythm, alternating between deep and shallow thrusts. After a while, my wife would start to moan softly, "Oh...oh...uh...uh..." Because I haven't explored her enough, my wife's moans are rather monotonous due to shyness. She can't yet say words like "harder" or "more force," which clearly indicate a desire for sex. I can only judge her level of sexual arousal by the volume of her moans and the speed of her breathing.

I still prefer to bring my wife to the peak of sexual desire first, and then ejaculate during the extreme contractions of her vagina at the moment of her orgasm. At that time, I won't bother with any deep or shallow thrusts. A gentle and considerate attitude would only backfire here. I would imagine myself as a 100-meter sprinter who has already started, with only one goal left: to sprint towards the finish line! The

height of my wife's wet vagina on the sofa is just right for me to hold her legs and lean forward while inserting my penis. This position is very conducive to my waist using the weight of my body to exert force. Due to the "sprinting" consciousness, I continuously and quickly pull my penis in and out, feeling the resistance transmitted back as the glans pushes through the cervix to reach the clitoris. I thrust harder and harder, each time penetrating deep into the clitoris. At this moment, I no longer have any scruples, because the harder I fuck her now, the more intense the pleasure I will bring her, as if I want to fuck her vagina until it is fully accustomed.

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