【Let's row our oars】(01)

Author: fkmomo 　　Published 　　on December 3 ,
2015 in the forum

********** 　　... 　　This piece has actually been in the works for a long time, with several drafts and story outlines pieced together. My idea is quite interesting, but I don't know if I can stick with it. ******************************************************************************** 　　November 30th, 2315 AD, 6:30 AM. Half- 　　asleep, I was awakened by waves of tingling pleasure in my groin. I opened my eyes groggily and saw my beautiful wife kneeling between my legs, her cherry-like mouth gently sucking on my thick, hard penis, her tongue occasionally sweeping across the head of my penis. Her beautiful eyes looked at me with a captivating yet tender gaze. Seeing that I was awake, she drew a circle in the air with her slender arms, and immediately, the dim pink ambient lights around the bedroom slowly lit up. The holographic sound system hidden in the room began to play the soft Soft Sofa music from last night, accompanied by light rhythms. A sexy female voice sang a beautiful melody, which was our favorite music to listen to when we made love . My wife gently pushed out my rock-hard penis. Her sexy, snow-white body leaned forward slightly, and she smiled playfully at me. Long hair, a beautiful face, a slender neck, and sexy collarbones—these were her most striking features. Then, she did what I love most: she nestled my hard penis between her full, firm breasts, her delicate hands cupping and gently kneading them. My wife is tall and slender, but her breasts are full and firm. A girl as beautiful and with such a great figure as her must have been a class beauty or school beauty since childhood, without a wealthy family background . My wife told me before we married that she had several boyfriends before, and I believe her. If such a beauty bleeds on our wedding night, the chances of her hymen being repaired are very high. I thank her ex-boyfriend for maturing my wife into a sexy, slender, and tall beauty, and for teaching her skillful sexual techniques— to serve me. 　　For my wife's beautiful figure, the doggy style is the most pleasurable. Her waist is slender, her buttocks round and perky, and her long, straight legs are slightly parted. She's 172cm tall, taller than me, so her long legs have to be spread even wider for me to kneel behind her and smoothly waist twist and turn as I fuck her, her pretty, round buttocks swaying gently, her plump, white buttocks rippling and slapping as I thrust into her, I see her lost in the moment, swaying her long hair, occasionally glancing back with a smile—a face even more beautiful than Gao Yuanyuan's. 　　My wife and I use many positions during sex, but we always end up with doggy style. 　　Some say men like doggy style because women lie on the bed like animals, arousing their desire . But that's not the real reason. The real reason is that a woman's beautiful buttocks and slender waist are most beautiful only in doggy style. 　　"Ah, ah, ah, ah... I'm here, I'm here, husband, fuck me, ah... I'm here..." My beautiful wife was being fucked to orgasm after orgasm, her moans rising and falling. She had already reached orgasm twice, which is my average level. I usually perform better when fucking other people's wives. 　　My wife's moans went from one orgasm after another to panting heavily. Her deep, soft, and wet vagina went from rapid spasms to rhythmic contractions, causing her charming waist to twitch and her plump, round buttocks to tremble. My penis felt a tingling sensation, an intense pleasure traveling from the tip of my penis all the way to the back of my head. Thick semen gushed out, all of it shooting into my wife's cunt. She lay limp on the bed I was on top of her, my belly pressed against her round, upturned buttocks. I reached out and hugged her tightly from behind, my hands grasping her full, firm breasts, teasing her still-swollen, pink nipples with my fingers. She turned around and passionately kissed me. I freed one hand and gently waved it towards the French windows, which slowly changed from opaque to transparent. 　　It was 7:10. A touch of fiery red appeared on the dark blue horizon in the distance. The sun slowly rose, gradually illuminating the lush trees in the mountains between me and the horizon, turning them from black to dark green to a golden hue. My wife and I lay naked on the bed, kissing and embracing, admiring the beautiful sunrise. 　　I kissed her forehead, and a charming smile appeared on her beautiful face. Reluctantly, I left the alluring, sexy body and entered the bathroom. The bathwater was already prepared by the central computer control system. I lay comfortably inside, the varying flow of water washing away the bodily fluids from my lovemaking and the residue left from our sleep, leaving me feeling refreshed. 　　My robotic maid, Lin Chi-ling, had already prepared breakfast. She wasn't actually a humanoid robot; she was more like the robotic butler from Fallout 4, only her voice sounded like Lin Chi-ling's sweet voice. After breakfast, I went to the helipad on the roof of the three-story villa, sat in the aircraft 　　with its comfortable, large sofa and excellent visibility, and it slowly ascended, gradually moving away from the three-story, predominantly white villa designed by a famous architect. I saw the distant sunlight bathing the large glass curtain walls of my home in a beautiful golden hue. 　　In 2315, the ion-based public transportation system was highly developed, allowing everyone to travel comfortably and conveniently. My spacecraft flies to the nearest ion rail transit hub , and then the ion disk on top of the spacecraft attaches to the staggered rail transit network, taking me to my workplace according to the programmed route.

I am a PhD student in Theoretical Physics at the Chinese Academy of Sciences. People call me a genius because I'm
already I have
published numerous renowned papers in major scientific media outlets worldwide, without a single instance of plagiarism or borrowing. This is because
only I could conceive of these theoretical physics concepts, which are capable of changing the course of human development. Beyond theoretical physics, I also conduct small experiments that combine
theory . For example, today, a significant yet minute experiment is about to be completed: I will send an atom
back in time.

The spacecraft is suspended on the city's ion transportation track, operating quickly, quietly, and smoothly. I sit in
the comfortable sofa chair of the spacecraft, watching the scenery rushing past the window. Besides my work plan for today,
I also have personal plans for the coming week.

I am one of the few people in this country who has completely transcended the base desires of money, because I myself am a unique and inexhaustible source of wealth
in the world . My home is perched atop a mountain with stunning scenery, and it cost
a fortune to build. I have a wife who is one in a million—beautiful and sexy, more beautiful than any celebrity. But as
a genius like myself, I'm not bound by monogamy. I've been with all sorts of women—singers, movie stars, sports stars—and
countless beauties, both pretty and sexy, have fallen at my feet. Frankly, none
of them are as good as my wife. On the contrary, I prefer ordinary women, married women, women who belong
to other men. They may not be beautiful, their figures may not be perfect, but the thrill of possessing what belongs to someone else is something
every man craves, let alone a woman. Every time I make love with them, imagining them offering me their most private parts behind their
husbands' —perhaps they were having sex with their husbands the night before,
and the next day I'm penetrating someone else's vagina—that sense of conquest is simply too exhilarating. Ordinary married
women aren't perfect, but their beauty lies in their diversity. Some have great skin, some are incredibly alluring, some are tall, some are mature and
sexy—they complement my wife. Some have thick, strong legs, some have enormous buttocks, some have voluptuous vaginas.
These wives of others—none of them are perfect, but each has their own unique charm.

Take Li Jing, for example; I absolutely adore her. Compared to my wife, she's worlds apart.
In terms of looks alone, she's far superior. My wife, while not the most beautiful, is
several levels above Gao Yuanyuan and AB in terms of looks. My wife is 172cm tall, has a D-cup bust, a 1.9-foot waist, and
those round, perky buttocks and long, straight legs—she's flawless in every way. But Li Jing is just
an ordinary woman. Her appearance is very ordinary; she's far from beautiful. She's a little over 160cm tall, with
small breasts, a not-so-slim waist, but a rather full buttock. And her child is already four years old. Because she wasn't tall,
her legs weren't naturally long either. Her calves were round and thick, which I really enjoyed playing with. Her
advantages were her fair skin and her wantonness. Her skin was exceptionally good, and she was incredibly
sexy when being fucked by men other than her husband, which made it even more interesting. Of all my women, she was the most ordinary and unremarkable,
but also my favorite. Oh, by the way, her husband worked for me; he was a clueless science guy who knew
everything .

I had many women of all kinds—some were other men's wives, some were other men's girlfriends,
and some were even other men's mothers. I'll introduce them to you later.

But I never imagined that I would soon be saying goodbye to all of this forever.

The spacecraft broke free of the ion orbit and landed on my private helipad atop the Chinese Academy of Sciences building. I took my
private elevator directly to my office. Then I opened the ingeniously designed instrument and carefully
propelled an atom at 316 times the speed of light, then decelerated it. A massive computer recorded and scanned the data; theoretically,
this atom had traveled back 316 years. I am a genius. I have accomplished time
travel . Although it was just an atom, it truly traveled back to the past. This is my latest
technological achievement, a unique achievement.

And in that instant, without my noticing—and in fact, it was impossible for me to notice—this happened with a probability theoretically
less than
one in a trillion—the energy beam bombarding the atom experienced a tiny deviation that even a supercomputer could calculate
countless times without finding. At the same time, something that should never happen, a single hair of mine was positioned between my fully enclosed
work suit and the vacuum environment. In that tiny moment of deviation, the hair
fell out, and so, without me even knowing how, the energy beam struck my hair, and then I
… vanished.

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