My erotic stories with my darling wife

My wife and I have a slightly erotic story. No offense intended, it's just that I recently saw a post by a fellow enthusiast, Bach , about his
girlfriend. While the language was explicit, it truly contained love and sweetness.
I hope everyone won't treat this as pornography. Because I don't like to sell out or
share my girlfriend. It's just that even at the end of the erotic saga , love prevails.
Please do not reprint this article, thank you . ********** ... The first time we embraced naked, my wife, like a curious child, fiddled , pulling and tugging at it, sometimes even tapping it . Seeing it stand erect, she acted as if she'd found a fun toy, holding on tightly. The most shocking thing was that after playing with it for over two hours, she innocently asked me, "Honey, is this stick your testicle?" Me: ... My Wife's Biography (Part Two) Nourished by love, my darling wife began to dress up, changing her previous simple and obedient image to become increasingly charming and beautiful. She received many confessions and pursuits from men, but she always had a special aversion to men. At the time, I didn't understand why she so readily gave in to me. To enhance heeded my advice and always wore super sexy lingerie and underwear during our intimate moments. Speaking of a truly youthful face, paired with a voluptuous and alluring figure, a snow-white body clad in revealing underwear , an innocent and bewildered yet shy expression... Damn, I can't take it anymore, I have to take her down!!! My Wife's Biography (Part 3) My wife is petite, about 1.6 meters tall, while I am 1.85 meters. Her hands are especially small; when she makes a fist, I can fit her whole in my mouth. When we go out, she can hold just one of my fingers perfectly. Plus, she's always smiling with her little mouth, like she's holding a child's hand. Passersby always stare at her, often praising how cute she is. Once, when we stayed at a hotel, the landlady saw my wife and exclaimed as if she were seeing : "Oh my, she's so cute! Such a little darling!" My wife immediately stood behind me, shyly holding onto me, peeking out her little head at the landlady... I absolutely love her!! My Wife's Chronicle (Part 4) Although my wife is petite and cute, her figure is incredibly alluring. While her breasts aren't huge, they're full and rounded, drawing attention. When she wears a blouse or tank top, they always seem to stretch out high. Her waist is so slender, yet still quite fleshy. My wife's most impressive feature is her butt; it seems all the nutrients in her body go there . A snow-white, round, high-perched, and plump butt makes her slender waist appear even more delicate. Every time my wife and I are intimate, I have to play 69 because her butt is truly exquisite. Ah, take a big bite! My Wife's Chronicle (Part 5) Although my wife is very smart in her studies, she's still a bit of a scatterbrain. Once, while riding the bus with my darling wife, we talked about my grandmother's passing. My darling wife and I observed a few seconds , and then she asked me in her sweet, childish voice: "Honey, how many of your elders are still alive?" I was speechless! The bus was crowded but quiet. Everyone stared at my wife and me in astonishment… I burst into tears . My Wife's Biography (Part Six) Perhaps due to her upbringing, my wife never swore. I always acted like a gentleman in front of her. Until one day, while watching TV at home with my wife , I couldn't help but blurt out, "Fuck, what a load of crap!" Then I suddenly realized what I was saying and turned to look at my beloved wife. She was staring at me blankly, her beautiful eyes filled with unfamiliarity. I was filled with anxiety and quickly tried to comfort and explain, afraid of frightening my beloved wife. She said in her childish, ethereal voice, "Husband...you...you're using foul language..." My heart broke. Just as I was about to hug her tightly to soothe her wounded heart, my wife said sweetly, "Husband, husband, what other swear words do you know? Teach me a few, I don't know any..." I was speechless... (The following is a separate section): Following my wife's orders, I learned all the swear words, dialects, and national curses I knew. My wife listened with great enjoyment and studied even more diligently... From then on, my wife would , calling me sweetly and affectionately, "Husband, husband!" I asked, "What's wrong, my darling?" My wife replied in her innocent voice, "Damn it, hehehehe!" Tears streamed down my face... My Wife's Biography (Part 8) My wife has a remarkable ability: no matter how big the problem, as long as she's sleepy, she can fall asleep instantly, which I, who often suffer from insomnia, greatly envy. Once, my wife and I were arguing on the phone. Suddenly, there was no sound from her end. I called out several times, my heart pounding with fear. My mother-in-law had bought my wife she could study in peace and live alone. I was worried that something had happened to my wife. I was filled with anxiety, fear, and regret. I rushed to my wife's place and knocked on the door for a long time . There, I saw my wife wearing a sexy silver nightgown, rubbing her sleepy eyes, pouting and saying: Husband. My baby was sleepy and accidentally fell asleep. Looking at my wife and baby, I was both annoyed and amused. I quickly picked her up and put her on the bed, took off her panties, and was about to kiss her when I saw her menstrual blood slowly flowing from her beautiful lower body… I burst into tears… My Wife's Biography (Nine): My wife has a special fascination with snacks. Her principle is to treat snacks like life itself, and me like a snack . When my wife was in college, although it was in the same city (I was in a neighboring city), her mother-in-law doted on her. Whenever she remembered, she would immediately buy bags of snacks and drive to the school. According to my wife's roommate, the dormitory…

The other girls' beds and tables were covered with plush toys. My wife's bed, table, and cabinets
were full of all kinds of snacks. Once, when I was in college, my wife and I went on vacation to Weihai. I bought three big
bags of Nanbang snacks and carried them to my wife's dormitory. My wife and I just sat on the bed and tore open the bags to eat. When I
got home that night, after I took a shower and ate dinner, my wife and I called her. She said with a sob in her voice, "Honey,
when they came back, they said I've gotten fat. They surrounded me with my snacks and fed me like a pig. Baby got fat... 5
5555." I... didn't know what to do.
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Actually, I really like reading heavy-handed erotic novels and watching movies, especially the works of authors like Hermit, Flying Bird, and
Qin Shou, and I also like the kind of stories about beautiful women (hehehehe, I'm so embarrassed).
I'd never dared let my wife know before
the bathroom, and when I came back, I found my little one sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding my
phone in both little hands, frowning intently as he stared at it. I was stunned… thinking: Oh no, my true colors have been
discovered… I grinned and leaned over to my wife, asking, "Little darling, hehehehehe." My wife
turned her head sharply, pouting, and huffed, "Honey! You pervert! You weirdo!" I
felt like 'd been hit by a shockwave, breaking out in a cold sweat, and stammered, "Honey, hehe, I won't read it anymore,
come on, I'll delete it." My baby wife snorted and muttered, "Don't destroy the evidence! I'm going to
give these to Auntie (my mom)! Let your mom beat you!"… I helplessly coaxed, "I'm sorry, I won't
read it anymore, I'll change my ways and start anew, will you forgive me? My baby wife is the kindest."
Hearing my compliment, my wife tilted her little head and thought for a moment before saying, "Go, make me braised pork! Leave
the phone here, I'll continue studying!"... Oh no, I've corrupted my wife.
My Wife's Chronicle (XI)
After my wife had eaten and drunk her fill, I continued looking at my phone in bed. I lay on the bed and
turned thinking about my next move. Suddenly, I felt an itch in my ribs. I turned my head and saw
my wife, huddled under the covers, secretly peeking out half her little face, her little hand gently poking me with a finger. I leaned
closer and said, "What do you need, my dear wife?" My wife suddenly buried her little head under the covers and
gently poked the phone out. I picked it up and saw a text message on the screen: "Husband, why don't you
tie the baby up like a little dumpling and make love? Mwah..." Instantly, I felt a surge of energy,
and a magical energy below caused my weapon to be unsheathed! Hahahaha, possessed by a lecherous demon, a rogue
incarnate ! In an instant, I pulled back my wife's blanket. A plump and alluring little white lamb appeared before me. My wife
shyly let out an "Ah," which completely ignited my desire. I pressed down on her and took my beloved wife for myself! My
Wife's Chronicle (Twelve)
I remember it very clearly. That time was one of the few times my wife and I had ever had a great time. I forgot how many times, but
we hardly left the bed that afternoon. I only remember that my wife and I didn't go out the next day. We rested all day, and
my legs felt sore when I walked. My wife's baby was even more miserable. My wife's breasts are a C cup. They can't be called huge,
but they are indeed very full. Although I have a special fetish for breasts, my wife's baby's breasts are very well shaped, like
peaches They are very round, and the nipples are not pure pink, but bright red. The size of the nipples and areolas is also just right.
The most peculiar thing is that when my wife's baby is aroused, there are sometimes tiny white specks on her nipples. At first, I
thought it was milk. I thought I had found the legendary unmarried breasts that could produce milk. But later I checked online
and found out that it wasn't. But the visual effect is similar. I especially like to shout
or gently bite my wife's nipples during lovemaking. That time, I was probably too intense, and my wife's nipples
bled . After resting in bed, my wife held her beautiful breasts in her little hands and said tenderly,
"My poor little bunnies, Mommy has raised you for 20 years with
so much hardship, and now I can only watch helplessly as you are bullied by bad guys. Mommy is so powerless! Mommy might as well die!
55555555." I quickly hugged my
wife . Finally, my wife wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "You rascal, you're so naughty!
Mommy wants sweet and sour pork ribs, you go make them, hurry up! Otherwise, you won't be able to play with the bunnies anymore!" "So,
I happily danced with my aching back to cook for my wife, feeling quite pleased with myself.
My Wife's Biography (Thirteen)
From then on, my wife often watched SM movies and read sadomasochistic novels before making love.
Gradually, my wife developed a liking for mild SM, and occasionally, when she was in the mood, she would play some exciting games with me
(of course, not wife-swapping or anything like that, I would never allow it!). In the future, I will tell you about
some of the fun things my wife and I do. Actually, when a couple makes love, it's because of love, not because of making
love. If it's just for physical release without love and fun to balance it out, I feel that it won't be enjoyable.
Actually , I've discussed SM with several girlfriends before. I remember one of my girlfriends was usually very arrogant,
but she really liked to play around with SM. In fact, most women have a bit of a masochistic tendency. Of course, to be honest
, although I like to read those kinds of articles and novels, in reality, if I ask my girlfriend or..." The idea of
playing with female slaves or sex slaves is unrealistic and I can't bear to do it. A wife is someone to be cherished and
someone who will accompany you for life. If any of you brothers feel the same way, we can share
our . After all, I've noticed that the wolves on this website are of high quality. We are high-
class, cultured wolves. We are lustful, but we can also have an elegant discussion. (Actually, I've always
viewed erotic novels and movies with a critical eye.)
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Some wolves have said that the story of my wife is not called a biography. Well, in modern
society, it's not about being forced to enter the halls of power or writing articles for the public. It's just about writing to satisfy
my own little sense of happiness. Besides, my wife is more important to me than the emperor. So calling it a biography
is not unreasonable. Whether you envy or bless me, although everyone says that other people's wives are better,
But my wife is still the most important. Because of work and family reasons, there have always been many girls around me.
After I started working, I worked in a hotel. There were even more beautiful girls, and it wouldn't
be wrong . But when I think of my beautiful and lovely wife waiting for me at home,
and everything she has done for our happiness and family, my heart can no longer hold anything else. Whether I was a playboy in my youth or
a dashing young man in my twenties, in the end, if there is a girl you love, a girl worth loving,
a girl who will accompany you for a lifetime, then please love her deeply. She is the other half you protect, and a harmonious family brings prosperity.
Whether you are successful or unsuccessful, rich or poor, handsome or ugly, she
has chosen you, so cherish her and love her well, lest you regret it one day.
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It is said that although my wife is gentle and lovely and rarely loses her temper. At the beginning of our relationship,
it first time dating, and I was still recovering from my breakup with my previous girlfriend.
Back then, I would often tease her. I had a short temper and frequently snapped at her. I remember one
particularly bad incident at the beach in the suburbs. I yelled at her over something trivial and then walked away.
My wife 's only resistance to such things was crying. I remember saying to her, "Let's break up," and she
burst into tears, grabbing my clothes and refusing to let me go. I kept walking, and she stumbled
along, still crying, for about ten meters. Then, she lost her grip and collapsed to the ground,
hugging her knees and sobbing. I didn't leave, listening to her cries behind me, feeling terrible… because it
was such a small thing, and I didn't even understand why I reacted that way. I only remember realizing in the end that
the pain from the past shouldn't be borne by her now. I only remember that time, I turned around and picked her up, holding her in
my arms, burying her little head deep in my clothes (it was already a bit cold at the beach in autumn). Afterwards, my
wife was exhausted. She held my hand while sleeping, looking pitiful as I watched her from the bed before falling asleep.
I remember telling myself that time: I will protect her for the rest of my life. Even if she drives me away, I will not leave. Now,
to my sleeping wife, I gently say in my heart: Wife, I will hold your little hand for the rest of my life. I will pamper you and
love you.
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My wife was innocent and naive before. To be honest, I have always felt guilty, not only for teaching
my wife SM and heavy tastes, but more importantly, for directly corrupting her sexual desires. To put it bluntly,
my wife really likes me to play with her little chrysanthemum. I am a sinner. So, back
when , because her buttocks were big, white, plump, and tender like a big peach, I always liked to play 69.
Her anus wasn't exactly pink, but had a hint of peach-red, very vibrant. Because her anus was rather unusual,
the folds were very tight, almost obscuring the opening, and there seemed to be a tiny, polyp-like
growth on the tip. Even a light touch on that little growth would make her incredibly sensitive. And
for some reason, her anus was frighteningly tight. I'd occasionally played around with my ex-girlfriend,
but I'd never seen anything like it. Basically, if my wife said, "Let's play from behind,"
then I'd only do it once that night. Otherwise, I'd be sacrificed. At first, I read online that
gently would help her muscles gradually adapt. So I
put a condom on my index and middle fingers and tried to explore my wife's anus a little. When my index finger entered one joint, my fingertip felt
like it wasn't getting any blood flow, which scared me. My wife's anal muscles were terrifying. Then I tried to force it in a second
time , but I felt a sudden emptiness at my fingertip. Oh my god, the condom broke. I froze instantly. This was supposed to
be anal sex with my wife? This was going to ruin me! I said to my wife earnestly, "Wife, I'll only let you
have good and spare your husband's life." My wife pouted and said, "No! I have to
play, I have to play!" I was immediately frustrated and angry.
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For those two days, I kept thinking about how I could play anal sex with my wife. My dedication
was no less than when I was thinking about Goldbach's conjecture. I almost went to Baidu to search for it. Later, a close friend of mine
, a confidante I could try some lubricant. Suddenly, my mind cleared. I
immediately texted my wife and baby, saying I'd skip class tomorrow, come over that night, and buy some lubricant. I
started by suggesting glycerin suppositories, but she said "go to hell." I suggested sesame oil, and she said "get lost." I angrily suggested chili oil, and she said "I'll smash
your ass." Finally, I told her to figure out what she wanted, whatever lubricant she could find. That evening, we ate
dinner early, showered quickly, and I lay in bed, ready for our foreplay. My wife, having washed herself
thoroughly and smelling wonderful, put on only a sheer nightgown and pounced on me like a hungry tiger,
then said with a seductive smile, "Honey, you know what? I thought about it all day before I finally got it. Tonight, you have to
make love to me properly!" As she spoke, she took it out of her purse,
making noise: "Ta-da! (News Broadcast)." I glanced at it. As if struck by lightning, I saw
four big characters written on it—Nutritional Express!
I was writing happily when my wife and baby woke up and said they were hungry. I went to get them something to eat and came back to continue writing. By the way,
I wanted to ask whether to continue writing this reply or to organize and edit it into the original ones. I have no experience,
please give me some pointers.
First, let me reply to the brother on the 17th floor. To be honest, I was still juggling several relationships when I was in high school.
At that time, I also wanted to marry so-and-so. But later, many things hurt me. I really hope that you and your
girlfriend can become a couple. To be honest, although my wife and I are incredibly sweet
and happy in our relationship, we have also experienced many hardships. I also hope that everyone can write down their love stories and
wish each other happiness and fulfillment in love.
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As for the things I'm talking about, they are all accumulated little by little with my wife. Sometimes, if you
think about it , many times we have experienced this or that. After writing it down, we find that we are also quite
legendary. Some guys suggested I "train" my wife. I find the word "train" a bit hard to accept.
If we're talking about lovers, or anything like that, in the past, if it was just about lust or something, we'd do it without anyone telling us.
Haha, but now, it's really not that mindset anymore. It's about flirting with love. Romance, fun. Actually, some brothers
say their wives aren't fun, but the key is that we need to take the initiative. The environment and atmosphere influence
everything . Don't laugh, but when I was 20, I had sex with a girl three years older than me
. To be honest, I barely got an erection that night, and I even cried because I was so upset. I wondered if there was
something wrong . Later, I realized that atmosphere and mindset are very important. The more two people love each other, the more their bodies
will reach a point of connection. Experienced brothers can introduce each other. In
"The Biography of My Wife (19),"
I'll talk about playing with my wife. In the end, my wife chose a nutritional drink. Tears streamed down my face. I remember
my wife opening the lid so sweetly and innocently, like a little angel, and saying, "Honey, use this to
lubricate the baby's little bottom, hehehe." Then, to make matters worse, she opened the lid and took
a sip herself. I was stunned and asked, "Sweetie, do you mean lubricating your bottom—on your top or your bottom?"
My wife burst out laughing, vomiting all over me. I was about to get up to dry myself, tears welling in my eyes
, when she mimicked a scene from a movie, gently touching my chest with her little finger and
saying with a mischievous grin, "Little girl, lie down for me, let me serve you." She then pushed me down with her little hands,
smoothed her long, wavy hair, and seductively stuck out her little tongue, lying on top of me and gently
licking the "nutritional express" (a type of product) off my skin. Wow. It gave me a tingling, numb feeling. Girlfriends had
licked my body before, but it had never felt this intense. Watching my baby's tiny, soft, pink tongue, like
a kitten , licking itself little by little, sent shivers down my spine, making me feel like I was floating. Just as the pleasure was reaching its peak,
my baby suddenly sat up. Pouting, she said, "I'm so tired, so tired! Honey, you're so naughty, how
did you grow so big! My tongue is so sore. Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Then, she actually sat on my face,
muttering, "I'm going to crush you, crush you!" Actually, my wife didn't know that she had inexplicably mastered the legendary
"face riding." My wife has another quirk; she calls herself a "little water doll." Perhaps because I'm her only sexual partner,
her body is incredibly sensitive, and she's very wet. When she sat on my face, her vulva was especially plump and
her labia minora were so fleshy that I almost suffocated. I remember suddenly becoming incredibly powerful, pushing my husband down,
and having my wife lie face down on the bed. I picked up my penis and started thrusting into her anus. Honestly, I was completely dumbfounded. Why buy lubricant
? A woman's fluids are the best lubricant! The first time, it was really hard to get in. I
didn't think about it anymore and just inserted one finger. Then another finger was missing, and finally, I just ignored it and inserted it. To be
honest , although I was excited, I was also very scared because the first time it went in, it was incredibly tight.
My foreskin is a little long, and the first thrust was too forceful, hurting me. I even felt like my wife's
anus was being torn open. My wife suddenly screamed very loudly that time; her normally innocent and childlike voice
completely changed. After a few gentle thrusts, my wife and I slowly adjusted. I remember
the feeling was so unique. When I'd done it with other women before, I only noticed the difference in the feel of the glans penis against the fleshy membrane.
But my wife's anus was incredibly soft, warm, and tight, with a strong suction that made penetration very difficult. Perhaps due to her bone structure,
my wife always
made my lower back
very hurt a bit. I only remember ejaculating quite quickly, in less than twenty minutes. Afterwards, I wanted to pull out and ejaculate again, but when my wife's sphincter gripped my glans, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her, bringing out
the polyps on her anus .
I wanted to check if I had opened my wife's anus properly for later use, but after only
two or three seconds, I couldn't see the opening anymore. I could only see the folds of her anus slowly turning bright red. Wow,
I remember the bleeding was really heavy, even more than when I deflowered my wife. I used tissues soaked in
hot water gently wipe her, and it took two or three tissues to stop the bleeding. I
thought she was limp for a long time before she said softly with a half-smile, "Husband...it feels so good.
You can play this with me again in the future..." I burst into tears...
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Actually, when my wife and I first started dating, getting past her family was quite difficult. In high school
, I was the kind of person who was a good guy among the hooligans and a bad guy among the respectable students. I didn't do anything
really bad , except that I smoked but didn't drink, didn't fight, and skipped classes, but never caused trouble outside. But
because I was in a key high school, I was quite special. At that time, the six of us who were sworn brothers were quite famous in several universities.
Our families were mostly government officials or wealthy businessmen. We weren't as famous as the legendary F4, but we
were still quite eye-catching. My wife was a well-known good girl, both in college and graduate school.
When we first started dating, I took my wife out Go, all my good friends and brothers changed into sportswear,
their hair neatly combed, and even those who didn't need glasses wore them. It's strange, but we were all
pretty , the worst in school, while our girlfriends were mostly good students, obedient girls—
something we still find puzzling. I remember once when we went out together, we ran into
a . She was a well-known divorcee from one of the top universities in our city. Because
she was a year below us, we only knew each other, not really. We just exchanged greetings, but then
she ran over, grabbed my wife's hand, and said, "Cousin, come with me, they're not good people!"
We were instantly petrified…
(From "The Biography of My Wife" - Chapter Twenty-One)
After my wife finally repented and reformed, she finally convinced
her cousins, gaining their approval first. I was really studying hard back then.
I didn't study in high school, so how could I possibly study in college? But it was all because of my wife. I was
originally studying a less commonly taught language and planning to study abroad, and my wife was also planning to study abroad, but for some reason,
neither of us went. I switched to hotel management. My wife, on the other hand, got into graduate school, and she's going abroad again.
Unfortunately, my wife had to go abroad to study temporarily. I stayed in China for studies, internships, and so on. To be honest, I thought about it
for a long time before making the decision. I often read novels online about girlfriends betraying their partners, and I was in so much
pain , especially the one about Hu Feifei; I almost collapsed. But at that time, to put my
mind at ease, my wife would wake up in the morning and video chat with me on the computer. After class, she would go to work at a relative's place abroad, and
when she got home at night, she would video chat again, needing me to comfort her until she fell asleep. We talked on the phone five or six times a day, my wife crying, and
I wiping away tears beside her. It was a really tough time. At that time, I even started to
doubt . My wife would often cry and tell me that she even had suicidal thoughts; the feeling of missing someone was too unbearable.
She could see me, but I couldn't touch her; she wanted to go home, but she couldn't. To be honest, I was working at a five-star hotel at the time. Fresh out of college, I
'd already reached the assistant director level in the Human Resources and Administration Office through family connections.
I was riding high, and while I wouldn't call myself handsome, I was decent-looking. There were definitely a lot of women trying to seduce me; the hotel girls were
beautiful , plentiful, and most of them were very impulsive with men. Honestly, even now I don't
understand how I managed to resist. I didn't have any sex. If it were before,
I would have jumped off a building without anyone telling me. But now, looking back, it's because men aren't driven by their lower bodies.
Successful men might indeed be womanizers all the time. But there's another kind of true man; they have something
irreplaceable called responsibility—the love for their wives. Like that brother on the seventeenth floor, I want to say that
because you're still in high school, there are indeed too many uncertainties in the future, but there's no need to think so much. No matter the outcome,
since you love, then do your best to love, even if you fight tooth and nail, you must
walk with the person you love. When you walk hand in hand down the aisle one day, you will feel that your love
is the most beautiful.
My Wife's Biography (Twenty-Two)
These past few days have been exhausting. Today, I spent the day at home with my parents, and my mother monopolized my wife.
My wife drove my mother and her friends out shopping. My father cooked at home, and I did the laundry. After
dinner, my wife and I met up with some of our brothers and sisters to go out and play. My wife had a lot of fun playing mahjong tonight, and she was saying that
we should play a lot more when my sister gives birth and it's almost Chinese New Year. My little girl was tired from playing, and since she slept at my parents' house tonight
, we only had a little bit of lovemaking. She dug herself a little nest and I lulled her to sleep. I gently kissed her
chubby little face. She's twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but she's still like a little sugar doll, so tender and plump.
She always curls up like a kitten. Every night she drinks milk before bed, and even her breath
smells faintly of milk. I love her so much. I gently kissed my darling wife's forehead. I remember
the song she sang to me at a party: "If I hadn't met you, where would I be...?" Meeting you is my
happiness. Thank you for everything you've done for me. I will always hold your little hand and walk with you, even if you try to drive
me away, I won't leave. When we're both old and can't walk anymore, with lots of children and grandchildren, I
'll still call you "baby," still call you "chubby." I'll still pamper you like a child, love you, and hold you in my arms...
shielding you from the wind and rain...
I'll stop here for tonight. I'm going to my mother-in-law's house tomorrow, and I'll continue writing later. Wishing all
my brothers happy families and blissful love. Love is the eternal theme. Whether we're perverts or hooligans on the website
, it's just a hobby in life. Also, I'd like to share some
love stories and problems between couples with you all. My wife and I are also young and inexperienced, so I hope
you can share your stories with your girlfriends and wives. Happy National Day to everyone.
...
I was doing very well at work recently, getting promoted twice, so I didn't have time to browse the forum. I'm off work today and tomorrow.
So I came to see you all and found that Brother Flying Bird still hasn't made any progress with Lin Yueshuang, which is quite
a pity . Also, in the future, when updating, please update directly on the original text so that you don't have to search for it anymore.
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Actually, I was quite unhappy today. I had a fight with my wife. It started because a friend helped me
a , and I treated her to lunch today. This friend is an ex-girlfriend of mine and also my wife
's best friend. My wife didn't have time at noon today, so I couldn't go. I asked her in advance, and she
agreed. But in the afternoon, she insisted on taking me for a drive to the beach. While strolling along the beach, she got
a little neurotic, and so did I, so we argued for a while. Unfortunately, my new secretary called
to ask about something, and my wife grabbed the phone and hung up. Then she started crying, launching into a tirade about all my
faults . I was already angry, but I'm most afraid of my wife crying now; when she cries, it means she
's won. So I started to comfort her, but it was too late. She said she wasn't angry anymore, but she was clearly very down.
After , she called her mother, didn't play with me, and just lay in bed reading. No matter how much I tried to coax her, she just
sat there looking exhausted. She only gave me a perfunctory kiss before falling asleep, forcing me
to go to the study to go online. Sigh… I'm so frustrated. I hope my wife will be happy tomorrow.
My Wife's Biography (24)
Let's talk about something happy. A few days ago, when the National Day holiday was almost over, my sister and brother-in-law came back from Beijing.
My sister was pregnant and worried that it wouldn't be convenient for her to come back for the Spring Festival this year, so she came back to visit. Coincidentally, my parents
decided that the whole family would go on a trip together. I was speechless. My parents both work for the government, so they can easily take leave. My sister and brother-in-law are both
soldiers , so they can come back on leave. My wife owns her own company, and she is the chairman. No one can stop her if she wants to take leave. But me,
I was just promoted. I don't even know my new secretary's name, measurements, or where she lives. I told
my boss that I wanted to take leave. Because I work in the hotel industry, the hotel is always busy during holidays. Asking for leave would upset us,
and my boss would be even more upset. But I'm shameless enough to get away with it. My boss threatened me a few times and still granted me leave. The whole family, in two cars,
started heading to Weihai. (Some brother above said I'm from Shandong and Hainan. Haha, no, I'm from Yantai.)
My Wife's Biography (25)
Weihai is a great place to relax. It's very quiet. We originally planned to take a boat to the islands,
but the temperature dropped and the waves were high, so the family just drove around Chengshantou and went to the hot spring town instead. There are...
It was a villa-style family-run inn. Since it was just after the National Day holiday and I'd been there before, the owner had given me a very
nice . After putting my things down, I decided to soak in the hot springs first, and then eat. Personally, I'm not a big
fan of hot springs, but after a day of fun, soaking in one was really refreshing, especially since the weather was a bit chilly. My
dad, my brother-in-law, and I were in one pool. I don't know
if their penises were both dark and somewhat grotesque, looking rather rustic. Mine, on the other hand, was fair-skinned,
with a gentle and refined appearance, yet also resilient and upright—truly a handsome man among men. Thinking about this, I glanced at them
again and couldn't help but chuckle smugly, leaving them both bewildered.
After soaking for about an hour, we changed and came out. My wife and baby were wearing Pikachu slippers,
a pink cotton dress underneath, and a white jacket over it. Having just had a bath, her skin was pink and
rosy, like a big pink doll. Before I could even hug her, while my parents and sister were discussing what to eat for dinner,
my wife snuggled shyly into my arms and said timidly, "Honey, my sister's being a pervert again." (My sister
has always been a pervert. When I was little, she took care of me, and she was very young then, always playing with my penis. Ever since
my wife came into our family, she's treated her like a big toy, dominating her. Although
she's a military doctor, she's quite the pervert when it comes to being a pervert.) I quietly asked, "What happened?"
My wife pouted and whispered in my ear, "My sister touched my chest in the water just now, and said my butt is big.
Mom told her off, but she wouldn't listen. My sister's a pervert, I'm not playing with her anymore, I'm shy." As she spoke, she buried her little head in
my arms. At that moment, my sister called and ordered some barbecue and other things for a barbecue buffet that night.
After hanging up the phone, I saw my darling wife snuggling in my arms, her delicate little face making my eyes light up
. I walked over with a mischievous grin, pulled my wife away from me, and said I'd go with my mom to look at the clothes
and accessories we bought during the day. Then I pushed my rascal brother-in-law over so we could prepare the barbecue.
After a satisfying meal, it was already 8:30 PM. My mom was a little tired, so she lay down to watch TV. My dad and
brother-in-law went out for a stroll, my sister kept my mom company, and my wife and I said we'd go out to buy some snacks. We
changed clothes , and my wife and I went to the pool hall for half an hour of pool. Speaking of which, teaching my wife to play pool
used to be quite frustrating. She has tiny hands and is only 1.6 meters tall; I felt like she
couldn't . But gradually, she started to be able to play a little with me, and now,
after work and dinner, we often go out for a game. After playing pool, we bought three bags of food, one big and one small,
all of which my wife and baby wanted. I reluctantly carried the bags, while my wife skipped and hopped the whole way. As soon as we entered the room, my
wife and baby dashed to my mother and said, "Mom, look at him! He's wasting money, buying so much food!
All he does is eat! I told him not to buy it, but he insisted!
Tell the most dramatic scene of the day unfolded. My workplace catchphrase and occasional threats
to my wife and baby blurted out, "Damn it, I'll fuck you to death!"...
I was then thoroughly scolded by my parents and sister for half an hour. Of course, back in the room, I scolded my wife and baby
for two hours.
My Wife's Chronicle (Twenty-Six)
: An incident during our trip to Weihai. I have a quirk: I like to
put a little bit of food inside my wife's little pussy. I don't put it inside her vagina, just in her vulva. My wife's little pussy is very
plump and white, with not much hair and a light color, making it look very youthful, but it's probably not the
"steamed bun type. My wife's labia majora aren't very big, but her labia minora are quite large and plump. Sometimes
when my wife pees, I often hold her while she pees, and I see her labia minora puckering and squirting water, which is
especially cute. Sometimes when we make love, before we've been foreplaying, I often put in a small piece of dragon fruit or strawberry,
and my wife only allows me to put in those two things. Once, I put in a cherry, and it accidentally got into her vagina. I couldn't get it out, and
my wife cried a lot. In the end, we finally managed to get it out, and ever since then, she gets angry whenever she sees a cherry. And it's not allowed to
be inserted into the vagina. That night, I suddenly had a crazy idea and said I'd try putting a jelly in it. After putting it in, I
didn't eat it, but just wanted to try inserting it. The moment I did, I felt like my soul was
leaving
my body! It was incredibly pleasurable and comfortable. Brothers, if you have the chance, you can try it at home with your wives and sisters-in-law. But one thing to note is that jelly is usually very cold, so it's best to warm it up a bit before putting it in, otherwise it will make the woman's genitals feel cold.
I was going to continue writing, but my wife just came over and poured me a glass of warm milk, telling me to drink it and
go to sleep. Hehe, I'll go and coax her to sleep. I'll stop here for tonight. As always,
I wish all of you brothers harmonious families, happy relationships, and that you cherish the people you love.
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I originally wrote this post just as a discussion thread and to share a little bit of happiness, but I didn't expect everyone to be so kind to me. Like I said before, I might be a little vain showing off my happiness, but more than that, I wanted to chat with my brothers and sisters about things between couples. Although we both frequent adult websites, ultimately, real life is what truly matters to us.
My Wife's Chronicle (Twenty-Seven)

Some of you guys mentioned earlier that my darling wife has huge breasts. Well, let's be honest, my wife is just over 160cm tall. If you guys are from the south, you might think her height is okay, but this is Shandong (I'm not saying I think southerners are short, don't get me wrong). I'm 184cm tall. So when we first got together, many people said we weren't a good match. Plus, I'm a bit burly, so even though my wife is quite chubby, she still seemed too petite. Some guys even joked that my wife and I could never do missionary, or she'd definitely die. So... I've never experienced missionary position before (crying). My wife's breasts are an 80C. Maybe that's considered very large for her body type, but guys, in today's society, anything below an E cup is just fluff! To be honest, my neighbor's wife looks like an F cup, I'm so envious! My wife has a great bust shape. I've watched so many adult films and dated so many ex-girlfriends, and when it comes to bust shape, aside from a few actresses in those films, almost no one has a better one than my wife. It's the peach shape. Actually, I used to think that hemispherical breasts were the ultimate ideal (like Wang Zijiao, Zhang Wanyou, and Anri Okita!!), but maybe I just love my wife too much, so I feel like peach-shaped breasts are the true ideal! But honestly, guys, please don't call my wife "huge breasts," it makes me want to laugh and cry. I remember in high school, I swore I'd find a supermodel wife with an F-cup or larger, but I found that dreams are always grand, and reality is always harsh. However, I did have a girlfriend before—well, not really a girlfriend—who had very, very large breasts! I was immediately captivated. Later, I slept with her outside once. I don't know why, but after that, I never wanted to look for big breasts again. Because when I grabbed them with both hands, they were truly the legendary breasts that required two hands to encircle each—so soft! And I felt a sense of conquest (I should clarify, this sense of conquest isn't the feeling of being seduced or captivated, but rather a feeling of being raped instead of raped, like those big breasts were assaulting me—a strange feeling). Plus, that girl's nipples were very large and dark in color, and most importantly, so soft. That girl had never been pregnant either. Anyway, it was very awkward. In short, after that, I lost interest in big breasts for about six months, but then slowly became fascinated again (I'm a big-breasted person). Sigh... I wonder which of you guys has a wife with big breasts? Share your experiences, what's it like...?
My Wife's Biography (Twenty-Eight)
A few days ago, I fell ill. Because I work in the hotel industry, I spend my days eating and drinking with clients, and I also manage the hotel's nightclub (if you folks in Yantai have the chance, contact me and I'll show you around my nightclub). So, I inevitably stay up late, smoke, and drink. My body couldn't take it, so I went to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor told me to stay for two days for observation, fearing it might be pleurisy. I work in the Yantai Development Zone, while my wife runs a company in the city. I went to a hospital in the city and found an acquaintance (Brothers and sisters in Yantai, especially those in the Development Zone, please remember, the Development Zone Hospital is a total rip-off!!! Don't go there!!). I found the hospital packed; the wards were almost full, and the corridors were filled with extra beds (a few days ago, some brothers in Shandong might have seen the news that a 15-year-old girl in Yantai gave birth. She was still in the hospital when I was admitted, and my wife and I went for a walk together. We even donated 200 yuan to her; she was really pitiful. The girl wasn't pretty, but she was quite delicate; it was heartbreaking to see her like that). After much effort, they finally managed to get me a hospital room with three beds. My Skyworth was by the window, the middle bed was occupied by a high school girl—she was alright looking, but very thin and quiet; she seemed to have a heart condition. The bed closest to the door was occupied by an elderly man; I didn't know what illness he had, but he had tubes inserted into him the whole time. Three people from the hotel came and settled me in. My wife glanced at me and then rushed back to take care of things at the company. The guy at the hospital was also quite busy; he chatted with me for a bit before heading off to work. To be honest, as I lay on the hospital bed, watching the fading sunset, I suddenly wondered, what am I working so hard for? Less than ten minutes into my thought, two nurses came in. Honestly, when I was younger, I always thought nurses were really pretty, but now I feel like there aren't many gentle and kind ones. (I dream of a wonderful nurse like Shi Xianglan, who's known for her large breasts, appearing in a VIP ward to take good care of me!) And what I hate most is that all the nurses in this hospital wear masks and something like white coats, and they even wear light blue pants! I seriously despise them. Last time I was here, I remember they were wearing skirts! Two nurses came in and first went to check on the old man. Their voices weren't exactly cold, but they sounded very professional and lacked emotion, though they were quite pleasant. Then they went to the young girl's bedside. The girl was sitting and talking to her mother (I must say, her mother was quite pretty, especially when she was young; she was very thin, but clearly a well-educated and kind woman). The nurses seemed quite familiar with the girl, smiling and asking her questions. Then the girl's mother brought two bananas to the nurses, saying, "Here, have some bananas" (I chuckled to myself, fantasizing). The two nurses didn't stand on ceremony, said thank you, and took them. One of the nurses, probably feeling hot, took off her mask, and upon closer inspection, she was just average-looking. I was quite annoyed. After we finished, the other nurse, who hadn't taken off her mask, came over to look at me. Up close, I realized that although she was wearing a mask, her skin was very good, quite fair, and judging from her eyeliner, she was wearing makeup. More importantly, her breasts were very full—that darn nurse's uniform! The nurse said my friend had told me everything was fine, and to let me know if anything seemed wrong. I was just about to chat with her when my phone rang. My parents had arrived at the hospital; my sister, who had recently given birth, was back in Yantai from Beijing to recuperate, also with her baby; my aunt and cousin had also come to see me. After hanging up, the two nurses left. Anyway, they were there until after 5 pm when my wife arrived. They went out for a bite to eat, and seeing that everything was alright, my wife was left with me alone. Back then, we were both so busy that we could only make love once a week – it was really hectic. That day, my wife had her hair up, and her chubby face looked a bit more slender. She wore a black fitted short-sleeved top under a cream-colored women's casual blazer, which I had bought for her in March for her birthday. She wore black sheer trousers and blue high-heeled sandals. To be honest, although we're still young and married early, my young wife looked quite mature and beautiful in something resembling a young married woman in professional attire. I shifted my position, and my wife snuggled up to me, nestled softly in my arms, and her little hands started to wander, reaching inside my clothes to touch me. I said, "Baby, I'm already like this, please let me go!" My wife pouted and said, "I'm just touching Little Dragon, he's not sick." As she spoke, her little hand reached down, and she grinned as she touched him. To be honest, even though we were covered by the blanket, I was incredibly nervous! After all, there were two patients in the ward, plus their families, and several others. My wife was terrifying. Without making a sound, I slipped my hand inside her shirt and squeezed her breasts. After just a few touches, my wife clung to me, weak and limp. Brothers, I've never experienced anything like this before, even reading novels. Can you imagine? Just a blanket between us, and several other people in the room, and my wife was already so aroused. It was so exciting, so damn scary... Seeing the situation was turning sour, I deliberately said loudly, "Honey, help me up, help me to the bathroom." My wife understood and agreed, helping me into the bathroom. After closing the door, I hugged her tightly and started kissing her. I lifted her blouse, revealing a pink lace bra with beaded details. I pulled it open and kissed her pair of snow-white breasts. Perhaps it was the first time we'd been so intimate in public, but I was incredibly excited. I remember biting her nipple a couple of times while sucking on it. My other hand went inside her panties and vigorously rubbed her plump buttocks. My wife didn't dare make a sound, just biting my shoulder. We caressed each other like this for about two minutes before separating. I wasn't stupid enough to do what they described in novels about having sex under these circumstances. After tidying up, we went out and I went back to the hospital bed.

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