【The Sexual Slave Trap of Couple Exchange】(01) Author: My Beloved Wife

Author: Loving Wife Word
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Chapter 1: A Bolt from the Blue

About two years into our marriage, my wife and I attended a classmate's wedding. Through conversations with familiar friends and strangers
, I unexpectedly learned that the wife had been having an affair. At first, I didn't know it was my wife. Not to mention how
virtuous she was, we had just returned from a vacation in Bali the previous week.

Our vacation was more loving than our honeymoon; our relationship was like it was during our previous ambiguous period, with each of us putting the other first.

Before returning, my wife seemed reluctant to leave, pouting and saying, "I have to go back, sigh, I have to go back. Really, I have to go
back." Knowing my wife as I did, this was impossible; at least, she couldn't lie to me about important matters.

I drank some alcohol at the banquet that day. When I went to the restroom, a friend dragged me outside to smoke. Mr. Mo was also there.
He said something unintentional, but I overheard it and was shocked by a series of messages. It was
so similar to my wife's situation. Could she also be having an affair with her boss? My wife, who never asked where I was, called and asked me to come back.
Then I remembered that my wife's smile at the banquet was somewhat unnatural; it must have been a nervous expression.

Back with my wife, she said she was still a little tired after returning from abroad, so we left early.

After showering at home, my wife pulled me to sleep with her. She usually sleeps very deeply, but for some reason, she couldn't sleep.

It wasn't too strange that she couldn't sleep; sometimes it's because she's too tired or jet-lagged. But Indonesia is at the same longitude, so there shouldn't be any
time difference. I told her not to sleep.

Suddenly, my wife asked me for sex. It was rare for her to ask me for sex so readily. I was still thinking about what Mr. Mo had said, and my mind
was in turmoil.

During my vacation in Fourseas, my wife, in heat, had drained me dry.

For several days after returning home, I had virtually no sex drive. My erection was as still as water. I ignored my wife, only saying I was a little
tired.

My wife seemed not to hear "tired" and asked me about the beautiful bridesmaids at the wedding that night. I felt a little guilty
. The bride's sister looked a bit like the actress Zhao. When she walked in dressed up, she was as dazzling as a star, with her delicate, fair
face and the beautiful shoulders and breasts revealed by her dress. I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. She even noticed me and
smiled sweetly at me. That's when I gave myself away.

Judging from my wife's tone, thankfully she wasn't jealous. I smelled the perfume under her neck, and my erection became a little hard.
My wife touched my lower body and said, "She even smiled at you, and you kept staring at her face. Why don't I ask the groom
to introduce her to him and see whose daughter she is?"

I sensed a hint of anger and didn't dare to retort. If she knew that I had taught the bride calculus and already knew
her sister, things would get complicated. I had to extinguish the flames of jealousy before they ignited.

I quickly lifted myself up, pressed down on my wife's shoulders, and placed my penis in her mouth.

My wife, still talking about the bridesmaids and grooms, opened her mouth and kissed me under the sudden thrust of my penis.
She a sidelong glance, then casually took it in. Her attention was diverted; having not eaten meat for four days, my penis
hardened immediately.

Unconsciously, I forgot what Mo Shengren had said, thinking it was good that I had diverted my wife's attention from the bridesmaids.

My wife's licking made my penis hard and wet. She seemed impatient, sitting on me shyly, moaning
twice, "So deep… um… it hurts," her nose twitching. I immediately used my squatting technique, but she
wasn't wet enough yet, and it hurt a little.

What's wrong with her today? Is she in heat? I couldn't think any further. A series of pleasurable tightening sensations came from my lower body, and I endured
it.

I teased my wife with both hands, making her chuckle. She smiled shyly at me, then adjusted
her position began to thrust in and out more forcefully. She moaned softly, "So big, so deep, mmm... mmm...
my little brother is so big, ah! I'm having an orgasm!"

In a wave of pleasure, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated. My wife also orgasmed, and we
kissed for a while.

I had ejaculated quickly, but my penis was still hard. My wife cleaned herself up and kissed my penis again.

My wife was really unusual today. She wasn't satisfied. Usually, she would whine and ask me to penetrate her so I
could last longer, but today she was too proactive.

I quickly pulled her up and hugged her, saying I'd had enough.

My wife didn't want more, but asked me, "Is the bridesmaid prettier or am I prettier?"

"Haha! You used to be prettier than the bridesmaid,"

I quickly kissed her complaining cherry lips. I hadn't intended to fall asleep, but after ejaculating
, I gradually felt sleepy.

My wife was having trouble sleeping at first, but when I opened my eyes to look at her, she was still in my arms with her eyes closed, seemingly
preoccupied.

However, after ejaculating, a wave of fatigue and sleepiness washed over me.

I don't know when, but I drifted off to sleep. I woke up once during the night, my penis still rock hard.

Looking at my wife's sleeping, adorable face, I thrust inside her.
Her vagina was warm and moist. My wife didn't wake up, but a smile had crept onto her lips. Sigh! This girl always
plays tricks on me like this when we argue. If I didn't go in, she might have woken me up several times during the night. I don't know how my wife
knew I wasn't asleep, or how she got hard without waking me.

I slept until dawn.

In the morning, my wife woke me up with her breath, and I was once again satisfied by her domineering position.

I carried my wife to the shower, and after showering, I went to work by myself.

Seeing my wife's happy mood, I wondered when she had developed a liking for being on top.

The next day at work, I was completely rational, but at the same time, I completely lost my rationality. I had no interest in working and was completely
preoccupied with my wife.

Last night, my wife's distractions led me to spend the entire day at work thinking. It started with shock—"How
could this be?"—then anger, then "Why, why?", and finally, a profound sadness as if the world were ending. This "why
" will remain unanswered even after a hundred years, but will asking bring an answer?

I thought about how my wife's smile at the banquet seemed somewhat unnatural; her expression must have been tense. Even without an affair, there was something
fishy about it.

I gradually calmed down. Since I had taken leave from work, I could focus on my thoughts in the office. I turned
off my phone and transferred the calls to my secretary.

Using my calendar, notes, and my sporadic diary, I roughly reviewed my wife's career
path going over them twice. I had a clear picture of the major events and sketched a simple outline.

Just as I was starting to think about my conversation with my wife, two phone calls came in. While I was still inwardly complaining about what my secretary was doing,
my secretary said there were two calls, and I had to answer them. One was from the boss, and after the boss finished speaking, the other was from my wife.

My wife and I chatted casually, then she asked me to turn my phone on, otherwise she would worry.

After hanging up with my wife and reassuring my boss,

I focused on my work again around 2 PM. After drinking more than ten pots of tea and three pots of coffee, I roughly
finished thinking things through by 6 PM when it got dark. However, I felt like I couldn't remember some important things. By 7 PM, my mind was in turmoil; even the slightest sound or
light would throw my thoughts into disarray, making no progress and blurring the lines between reality
and illusion.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and saw Secretary Chen holding the lock, looking relaxed. My wife was there too,
looking a little anxious.

I asked why Xiao Xing hadn't left work yet, and then asked my wife why she hadn't come to see me.

It turned out my phone was off, so my wife came directly to see me. I didn't hear her knocking, so she went to find
Secretary .

I often work overtime, and my wife often comes to keep me company, sometimes even sleeping in the office, so she knows everyone in the department well.

She had brought Xiao Xing back to open the door.

I hadn't planned to go home, but it seemed my wife had come to keep me company.

My wife's first question was why I hadn't turned on the light. I sighed and looked at the clothes and
food .

"I can concentrate better when I'm thinking. I haven't eaten yet, but we'll go get something nice and delicious. The bento box is in the fridge
, we can eat it later. Thinking about the general manager's tone today, that the company doesn't really need me, it's more
important . I'll set up your phone so you can call directly from the VoIP network to this extension, so
you won't have trouble finding me and won't bother Xiaoxing anymore. I'll also take you to turn off a special power supply I set up, so
you can get into the room after work without the electronic lock. (An emergency method for getting locked out when I'm working overtime and forget my card.)"

I still remember my wife's surprised and disbelieving expression.

I couldn't believe myself either. Between 4 pm and 6 pm, my mind raced, and I thought of
more than ten contradictions and lies. Some had witnesses, some had physical evidence, and some were incompatible with my wife's personality.
Anyway, once I had a clue, it wouldn't be difficult to investigate further.

Although I kept thinking that I was working so hard for the family, which was why I didn't have time for my wife, was this
what she wanted? No, it wasn't. Besides, my wife not only talked the talk but also walked the walk, not spending money recklessly, not demanding much, and not needing
a house or car.

These efforts were for my sake and to impress her parents.

Would my wife want to stay with me while I worked overtime and sleep at the company, getting bitten by mosquitoes? The answer was no. I wasn't afraid of mosquitoes,
but jackals would bite her.

I felt accomplished after working overtime, but she only felt bored.

Something needed to change.

I took her to buy sneakers first, then we went out to eat. After eating, we changed our shoes and walked home, even taking a walk in the park. We chatted
happily, just like when we were dating. The only downside was that the new shoes cut her left heel; I didn't
expect even designer brands to be so bad.

I apologized for walking too much, but she said she only hurt herself a little at the park and forgot about it because she was so happy chatting.

That day, my wife fell asleep as soon as she got into bed, but I had a somewhat despicable thought about how to find evidence.

The next day, I reviewed our conversation again.

My wife and I had a wonderful relationship before marriage, like sweet sugarcane that keeps succumbing to its sweetness. After marriage, it remained sweet, and my wife was very dependent on me.
I loved her very much, so when I found out, I kept asking myself if it was real.

After calming down a bit, I wanted to know if I should continue, and whether my wife still loved me.

I consulted a close friend I've known since childhood; he's more rational and less impulsive.

He spoke up for my wife, saying that women face a lot of work pressure, and since I was indifferent, it meant she didn't want me to know . I should just pretend I
didn't know, and when the pressure subsided, I'd know whether she was wearing pants (meaning whether she loved me). Maybe she'd come back on her own.

The key question is whether I still need her, whether I want her, and whether I love my wife.

After my friend said this, I thought about it for several days and then pretended not to know.

I thought that if I kept a close eye on my wife and treated her well, she would come back on her own.

But the result of this forbearance, whether due to psychological factors or exhaustion, was that I became impotent.

Perhaps seeing my change, my wife became more attentive to me. Now I don't understand why I didn't appreciate it.
Despite her repeated attempts to be intimate, after one failed attempt, she suspected I was having an affair because we hadn't
been intimate for almost a month.

My wife doesn't usually ask for sex, but before her period, she has a very strong desire, so
I , even if I'm busy, at least once, otherwise she'll pester me all night. This time, refusing
her crossed her line.

I think I was out of my mind and flew into a rage, saying many hurtful things to my wife and insisting on a divorce.
My wife went from a surprised apology to utter shock and fear. The divorce didn't happen because of her crying and pleas,
and I regretted it afterwards.

A gentleman doesn't speak ill of his wife after a breakup. Although I didn't hit her or curse, I threw things and did many rude things,
especially my sarcastic remarks during my anger, which I can't even bear to look at afterward.

It was the first time in my life I lost my temper with my wife, the first time I ignored her crying.

After the argument, I was filled with anger and agitation, unable to sleep all night. I wrote a letter to my wife

, questioning her. The next day, I didn't go to work. Instead, I went out and did something else entirely for the first time in my life: I

pushed my wife away without speaking to her. After leaving the house, I didn't know what to do. I wandered around all day, my mind a jumble of thoughts. I tried calling my wife, but her
phone was off. She hadn't gone to work either. I was frantic, wondering if something had happened to her or if she had gone to see another man. I was
anxious for hours before finally calling home and finding her there. On

my way home, I couldn't help but ask myself, "Didn't I want to forgive her? How did things turn out the other way?" My mind kept
repeating , " Why can't I endure this for even a moment?" When I got home, everything was tidy. I pushed my anxious wife away again. She asked why my phone was off, saying she had called many times but I hadn't answered. I asked her where she was, though I already knew she was at home. Seeing my expression, she cried. I knew she was worried about me, and my heart softened as I hugged her. I took out the apology letter I had written to my wife before going home. I couldn't bring myself to apologize, especially considering how furious I had been the day before. When my wife saw the letter, she burst into tears, saying, "Didn't you agree not to divorce me?" I was helpless and speechless, unsure whether to comfort her. Only after my repeated requests and a gentle tone did I finally open the letter. After reading it, my wife secretly glanced at me, and seeing my awkwardness, she suddenly burst into laughter through her tears. Seeing my wife laughing through her tears, I felt a pang of heartache for her, remembering how I had pushed her yesterday...

I opened her arms more than once, and finally, I hugged my wife. She, as always, automatically nestled in my embrace, and soon she
began to explore .

A thought struck me, remembering my wife's words about being at home.

I asked her if she had read what I had written. She always seemed to read my diary and notes. She nodded
, but her expression was off. I questioned her, but she still wouldn't tell me about the affair. My penis, which had been
aroused suddenly went soft.

Instead of arguing about it as before, our interaction was like ice. My wife slapped away my
hand, which she had wanted me to place on her breasts and genitals.

This was something she had originally wanted me to do to please her, but for some reason, anger surged within me again. I forced myself
on my wife, and my penis became hard again.

Hey! Then God taught me a lesson: the difficulty of a man taking advantage of a woman. I was stronger and more agile than
my wife, and I knew her weaknesses and sensitive spots. I could control her hands, feet, and acupoints.

But God gave women the instinct to reject men. My wife barely used any strength; with a simple turn, she could easily
sway me, preventing me from penetrating her. That's when I realized that without a woman's cooperation, penetration was as difficult as climbing to heaven.

That's probably why most raped women have injuries.

(I'm not saying that without injuries, it wasn't rape.) If someone saw this scene, they would probably think it was a couple's
bedroom game, with my wife being controlled at times.

But despite my repeated attempts, I could only reach the gate, unable to cross it.

I thought my wife would eventually run out of strength, but halfway through, she suddenly grabbed my penis and scrotum,
and then I suddenly became impotent. This impotence left me utterly devastated; even if I tried to put it in, I couldn't. I truly gave up.

A strange, alluring smile appeared on my wife's angry face.

I felt like my wife was manipulating me; how much more did this woman know about me?

I told my wife that we would get a divorce tomorrow, on the grounds that she "failed to fulfill her cohabitation obligations."

My wife said I would tell the judge I didn't. Fine, I'll go to the lawyer tomorrow and

file a lawsuit for "inability to fulfill cohabitation obligations." Feeling utterly incompetent, I stopped ignoring my wife's cries and went straight into the study, locking
her out.

I even uttered the words "divorce lawsuit" in anger. Putting aside my feelings, how could I possibly win a lawsuit over something so difficult to prove?
It would only enrich the law firm and the prosecutor's office.

I recited "Why can't I endure this moment?" dozens of times,

wondering if I should just give up and not ask any more questions. My mind was in turmoil. I took out Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching and
began reciting "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao." I've memorized this first part many times. As I recited, I forced myself to control my excitement,
lest I lose my temper and ruin everything.

After a while, my wife unlocked the door, entered the room, knelt before me, and didn't say a word.

I ignored her. After reading Chapter Thirty-Six, "The Desire to Conceal," I suppressed my excitement and curiosity and
calmly said to her, "Alright, get up. I won't ask about that person or why."

"I promise you, I won't ask about that person or why,"

she said. Then I restrained myself again and began reading the next chapter.

"The highest virtue is not virtue, therefore it is virtue; the lowest virtue does not lose virtue, therefore it is not virtue."

When I reached the end, "Heaven will save them, protecting them with mercy,"

I was able to calmly say to my wife, who had gone from kneeling to sitting, "I also promise you that in the future, when we quarrel, I won't
bring up past grievances. Do you have any other requests?"

My wife gave me a charming smile. Only then did I notice that she had a light layer of makeup and was dressed up. This was my wife's most
adorable expression, which always worked when she asked me for something. But this time, I was determined not to pay attention to her. Seeing my wife's fair
thighs and the dark hole between her legs, I resisted the urge to drool and glanced at her again, but still ignored her.

I read half of the Tao Te Ching again, but my wife snatched the book away, saying she wanted to read it too.

I ignored her and started chanting to myself.

My wife slowly stretched out her legs and assumed several positions. Suddenly, my penis, through my pants, was being bitten and swallowed by my wife.
Damn, I was really enjoying it. Seeing how cute she was, my penis was already seven or eight tenths erect.

But I endured the pleasure and pushed my wife away because I saw that the seductive smile on her face had turned into a smile. My

wife looked at me with inexplicable surprise and no expression, her face showing some disappointment.

My wife knelt for a while longer, and then her little foot, which was tilted forward, suddenly twitched. Hearing my wife's cry, I saw her
painful expression and pressed my hands on her foot. She had cramped up from the exertion while we were fighting. I quickly pressed her calf,
but my wife said it hurt and pulled my hand to press on her inner thigh. My wife was wearing shorts, exposing her thighs. The skin there was so tender and smooth, which was my
favorite spot during foreplay and aftercare.

Damn, this girl has been like this for the past few days. As soon as she's virgin, she tries to seduce me. Although I'm rational, my hands and eyes only
follow my instincts. After pressing two or three times, two tendons popped out from the inner thigh. I immediately knew that the tendons were in heat
.

The zipper and belt were already open, but I refused to let my penis enter my mouth again. I only lightly licked
my scrotum and vulva with my tongue, occasionally blowing air onto the glans. In these unintentional licks, goosebumps rose on my genitals, and
my penis, uncooperatively, became erect.

My wife silenced me with a kiss, a surge of heat rising within me, and I immediately forgot what I was saying.

My wife stood before me, her shorts down, her clitoris deliberately exposed, unfolding from between her labia—a
vibrant red and pink peony, no longer the pink budding lily of the past. I couldn't help but
exhale suck, and soon the flower bloomed.

A moment later, my wife cried out, pushed me down, and swallowed my penis.

I started licking too, my genitals playfully playing a game of cat and mouse, but I
clung .

My hands clenched, veins bulging, thighs trembled, and vaginal fluid flowed freely. My wife suddenly spat out my penis and cried
out . I knew the time was almost up, so I thrust hard, pressing and biting…pressing and biting…my wife climaxed.

“Ah! Harder there, ah…ah…ah…yes, harder…ah…don’t stop there…ah…
I’m coming.”

“Mmm! Grind a little more, ah…ah, it’s sore and numb…ah, it’s sore and numb…don’t grind there anymore, fuck me hard,
ah…I’m coming again.”

“Ah! Harder there, ah…ah, grab my hair hard, ah…ah…slap my buttocks with your hair,…
ah…I’m coming again.”

Before my wife could recover, I thrust in hard. My wife screamed that it hurt too much and was too stimulating. Despite her screams,
we made love wildly, trying to get rid of the hatred and resentment between us.

After climaxing twice, I couldn’t take it anymore; my wife was too tight.

My wife wasn't satisfied with just sucking my penis. Before, she'd only suck for three to five minutes before complaining of a sore mouth, but today she sucked for
several hours.

When I got hard, I'd penetrate her again; when I didn't, I'd play with her. My wife was like a lamb, letting me do as I pleased. On my fourth ejaculation, she
had a huge orgasm—I hadn't seen that in a long time. During her orgasm,

my
wife
my wife was incredibly wanton; her vaginal muscles were so tight they hurt, so tight you couldn't pull out. The last time, although I was still hard,
I couldn't ejaculate anymore. I told my wife I was exhausted.

When my wife heard me say I couldn't take it anymore, she initially resisted, clamping her penis tightly shut. But seeing that I was really going to give in, she
couldn't hold back anymore. She put her hands on my shoulders, knelt on top of me, and sat in a lotus position. At first, she was still being affectionate, pulling my hands
to touch her breasts. But when I gently cupped her breasts and pressed against my hardened glans, her movements became more unrestrained. She put her hands on her hips, twisted her waist,
tilted her head back, and moaned, her long hair shaking as she swayed up and down. This provocative dance was originally her
foreplay to seduce me, which was very satisfying to my eyes and ears. In the past, my wife would often not be able to do this for more than three minutes before complaining that her legs were sore.
In the past, I would have been unable to resist pushing her down. But now, I just held my wife's waist and helped her move up and down, ignoring
her coquettish complaints about her sore legs.

My wife stayed on top of me for almost ten minutes. Later, she touched her breasts with both hands and arched her back, moving up and down
. I held her waist with both hands to prevent her from slipping out. I could feel her clenching inside her, and she had multiple orgasms
. I felt two waves of coolness on my glans.

This is a characteristic of my wife's orgasmic release, a rare experience. I usually can't last until this point before I ejaculate.
The feeling is unique to when I ejaculate inside her and she orgasms along with me. My wife closed her eyes and her movements slowed, but she continued the
up-and-down motion.

I knew my wife had good stamina, but I didn't expect her to still be panting and holding on. Seeing she was tired, I couldn't help but say,
"Do you want to rest? I've had enough." My wife tossed her hair, opened her eyes slightly, and said, "I'm not tired
, honey. You haven't ejaculated yet... um... it's been so long since I've felt this good. I'll do it again."

This time, hurry up.

Or do you want to be on top? "Mmm...mmm..." After saying that, my wife slowly used her signature move and
started moving on top of me. However, she was really tired, and her movements became a little smaller. In addition, her vagina was very sensitive after the orgasm,
which made the stimulation when she sat down to the bottom very strong. She couldn't help but moan. Her movements became much smaller, but my wife's vagina
was getting tighter and tighter, and her clitoris was touching me directly. I felt that by adjusting the soft spot in her vagina, my wife immediately moaned
. I also cooperated by stretching my glans and rubbing against her clitoris and soft spot. "Mmm...mmm...so big and long...mmm
...deep...deep...reaching...deep...mmm...coming...coming." Although she was moaning "

coming, coming," my wife was still moving.

Hearing my wife's moans, I wanted to laugh a little. When I penetrated her, she was asked to moan loudly so that I would be
happy.

But when she took the initiative, she was still very conservative and only dared to make moaning sounds. Once, my wife was clearly
enjoying herself but when she got off, she blamed me for making her moan. I didn't expect this... Even though she was already so proactive and seductive this time,
she still didn't dare to cry out.

I quickly started rubbing my wife's nipples again; they were incredibly hard and needed some work.
Now, I didn't need to restrain her waist, and rubbing her nipples didn't affect her movements.

My wife's movements became smaller, but more complex, with extensive stimulation, mainly focusing on deep grinding of her clitoris. I also made
small, rhythmic thrusts to match.

After being on top for so long, I suddenly felt my strength return, and all my energy and desire surged.

Just as I thrust deeply and rotated my penis, my wife suddenly opened her eyes, but they rolled back. The cool sensation in her vagina
returned to my glans, and I felt as if my glans was getting even bigger. I got up and hugged my still-moving wife. Her arms and
legs wrapped around me like an octopus, her body slightly trembling, urging me to hold her tighter.

Holding my wife, it seemed she had been pent up for a long time, and this time, after resting for
two or three minutes, she shyly opened her eyes.

"Honey, you're so amazing! I feel so good, it's been so long since I've felt like this. I feel like I'm floating in bliss, so comfortable
. Being held by you keeps me from drifting, and I feel so safe. Mmm… Honey, you haven't finished yet, let's do
it again . This time, I'll show you how amazing your wife is."

I kissed my wife, trying to get her to stop. While kissing me, she adjusted her position, squatting on top of me.
This bent-over angle made her vagina longer and more curved, allowing for deeper penetration. Combined with the contractions of her vagina,
I always came quickly.

For my wife, this was a position that gave her a great sense of accomplishment.

But I didn't use it during her heat. During her monthly heat, no matter how many times I thrust, she wouldn't complain.
Even when I was exhausted, having sex with her vagina relieved my itch. She wouldn't use this killer move to make me go soft.

I remember telling my wife, who was still my girlfriend at the time, that having her on top made me unable to hold back anytime soon.

On our next date, my wife surprisingly took the initiative and said she wanted to be on top. The second time, she was quite proud of herself; the third time, she
seemed thoughtful; and after the fourth time, she said expressionlessly that she shouldn't have been on top.

I remember that day she emphasized to me that she was close to climaxing three times—once on the date, once during dinner, and
once during our phone call before bed.

She meant that I hadn't satisfied her, or that she shouldn't have been on top.

When I asked her, she dodged the question. Finally, under my sexual pressure, she wrote to me, saying that it
's shameful for a girl to talk about her desires, so why tease and pressure her? As a boyfriend, you should be considerate and generous.
Being rejected by your girlfriend isn't a big deal; she won't brag about it.

Telling you three times already took a lot of courage, and you still laugh at her. If that happens, she won't tell you next time, and if she
really doesn't want to, she'll just directly reject you.

This intimate conversation has been going on for almost ten years, and I never thought my usually unreserved girlfriend would become shy.

Doing these things she used to enjoy in bed, if she refused, I had to ask her more than three times to be sure
she didn't want to.

As for the woman-on-top position, her actions are completely opposite to her oral sex. I have to ask her three or four times before she starts making excuses,
saying she's a little tired, her legs are sore, and her neck feels strange. She only goes on top at the very end. As long as I say it feels good, she
'll go all out, and then there's no need for any tiredness, soreness, or numbness. But it really does feel very good.

But this time, for some reason, this special skill became an exception. At first, my wife kept kissing me, seeing that I
had n't ejaculated.

She pushed me flat and focused on thrusting in and out. Because the movements were quite large, I held her upturned buttocks, no longer
to prevent her from slipping out, but because I was afraid my penis would break from her play.

My wife moved hundreds more times like this. I watched my beautiful wife, her face flushed and full
of desire, twisting her slender legs and moaning loudly. Her energetic performance made me excited too.

While my wife was resting, I also found the right angle to thrust into her. Soon I grasped her wide-open flower core,
and the two of us thrust deeply, from top to bottom. My wife's vagina flowed out that cool fluid again, and I watched as my wife closed her eyes and her movements slowed down.

I originally wanted my wife to rest, but my penis was so big and hard that I couldn't help but thrust harder. My wife's
moans turned into groans of pleasure, her body weak and powerless. I quickly supported her waist, and she cried out, "Mmm! Don't
stop! Don't stop! I'm almost there, mmm... mmm... ah... ah..."

I wanted to stop too, but my wife squeezed me tightly, her hard clitoris softening and pressing against me. I took a deep breath,
closed my eyes , and thrust even harder. The "ah" gave me great strength, and with each thrust, my wife cried out, as if she were forever mine
.

After a while, I felt a cool sensation in her vagina, this time it must have been an icy feeling. My glans felt a tingling, electric sensation, and my wife's body trembled.
I continued to thrust hard for a while, and apart from her vagina still sucking, I felt that my wife was silent and motionless. When

I opened my eyes, my wife was swaying precariously, half-supported by her hands and feet, her head tilted back, her eyes rolled back, and drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

I quickly pulled back from my upper body, helped my wife down, and let her rest against my chest for a while. When she
felt me pull away, she seemed to come back to life, clinging to me like an octopus, begging me to hold her,
and saying we should do it again next month, forever. Finally, we reluctantly fell asleep in each other's arms, both of us utterly exhausted, forgetting

all about reputation and appearances . Neither my wife nor I imagined that this passionate night of lovemaking would be the last time we had such a normal intimate moment together . Due to various factors, the promised next month never came. People say that it's best for husband and wife not to be confidants; this is my understanding after many years. Because when love is added to a marriage, it becomes difficult to let go and irrational; when you understand each other, you can't deceive each other. Love, in some ways, requires pretense, unlike friendship where you can be rationally at ease. If an uninformed outsider had seen my wife and me that night, they would have assumed we were deeply in love. But we both knew it was a form of escapism. It seemed that only through such intense lovemaking could she forget her unease, and I could forget my anger and inexplicable heartache. That night was a kind of desperate struggle for our relationship, a battle we knew was a dead end, bound by our upbringing and moral values . We couldn't accept this outcome until we were both exhausted. We could never go back to the deep, trusting love we once shared. Continuing on was simply a matter of who would say it was over first; moving forward might offer a respite we could both accept. Years later, my heart has finally opened up, but my body no longer belongs to me, and my wife is no longer the same person .

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