Wife's Heart

A few days, those few short days felt like an eternity! And tonight, I was in ecstasy several times! Feeling my wife trembling in my arms, a surge of masculine pride welled up within me. Yes, only when I see my wife cry for me do I feel that I truly possess her.

Strangely enough, I like this feeling, because only at this moment can I hold my wife firmly in my grasp. I am a man, a man who possesses my wife.

"Little Yan Yan... if you love me... then say 'I love you' to your husband a hundred times." I was carried away with my joy, crying and laughing at the same time. Ha, I don't even know why I suddenly made this request.

"I love you... I only love you... I'll only love you for the rest of my life..."

my wife said, repeating it over and over, biting my chest as she spoke. Each time she said something, she bit me hard; the sharp pain was a vow of love. I found my wife so adorable: "Hearing that... is fucking satisfying!"

As if her neuroticism was contagious, she bit me a few times, then suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face, but the joy in her eyes was genuine.

"Hmph... you cheapskate... if you can't handle it, don't play the game... why resort to this self-inflicted injury trick... you always lie to me... I'm so pitiful..." My wife gazed at me wistfully, as if afraid I would suddenly disappear, her hands tightly crossed behind my back.

When have you ever been this adorable? My wife possesses a charm that defies description; I surrender, I'm willing. But at this moment, she's more like a pure woman, knowing how to cuddle, how to be coquettish and affectionate.

"You lied to me...you worried me to death...I was stupid...I worried unnecessarily...I thought...my darling would never...never want her husband again..."

"My dear Feng...you regret it...you're heartbroken, aren't you...you realize you can't bear to part with me, don't you..." My wife bit her lip tightly, her voice soft, tears streaming down her face like a string of pearls.

I nodded heavily: "Yes, this is the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life, Yan Yan, I...I'll never let you leave again, I'm so scared, I'm so afraid of losing you!"

I hate Wang Zhi and his gang, and I hate myself even more.

"I know...I'm just like you...I'm so afraid of losing you..."

The most intoxicating thing about love is listening to your beloved whisper in your ear. I was intoxicated; my greatest wish had come true at this moment. My wife was too rational, frighteningly intelligent, but the passion she displayed at this moment had already captivated me. I could die instantly just to hear those words; I thought, I was beyond saving.

"Husband...when we get home...I'll have a child for you, okay..." My wife gazed at me, shy and expectant, a mixture of bashfulness and anticipation in her eyes.

Her makeup was ruined, but my desire burned fiercely! Her unadorned face was radiant with worldly beauty—yes, a fusion of angel and witch!

"Okay?" My wife smiled mischievously; she must have sensed my burning gaze.

I didn't answer, but instead kissed her lips fiercely. My wife was just as thirsty as I was, responding passionately to my demands from the moment we touched. Perhaps love that words cannot express can be conveyed through actions. I was bitten; my tongue must be bleeding. It hurt, but it was also incredibly stimulating. My hands moved down, slipping under my wife's skirt, where only a strip of fabric covered her crotch. With just a touch, I found her wet, fleshy vulva. I couldn't wait to claim what was rightfully mine. My wife, seemingly unable to bear it, writhed in my arms, her hot body writhing.

"So horny...tears streaming down your face...so wet down there." Her long, suffocating kiss almost suffocated me.

"No way!" she gasped, twisting her waist to prevent my fingers from lingering inside her.

"Fuck me, I'm about to burst!" I kissed her lips again.

"No...you're injured..." she giggled, trying to dodge, like a ticklish kitten. I wanted to force myself on her, but she struggled fiercely, finally breaking free.

After this ordeal, we were both panting heavily. My wife smiled gently, looking at me with affection, and said, "Let me apply the medicine for you."

How could I bear it? I suppressed my burning desire and took off my shirt.

My wife cried again, tears streaming silently down her face, looking foolish and lost in thought. The spray hissed softly, its coolness soothing the burning, aching pain. It was my wife's tender care.

"Promise me... you'll never do anything so foolish again..."

"Feng... I know how much you love me... that's enough... I'm satisfied..."

My wife's voice was soft, just like the way she moved her hands, as if afraid of hurting me.

"You... you lecher... from now on, whatever you want... I'll agree to anything, okay... as long as you don't go looking for other women."

My wife suddenly stopped, pursing her lower lip, looking expectantly into my eyes.

Was she serious? Was my wife jealous? Was she giving in? Was she yielding to me? Did this also mean... I could truly conquer her, from the bottom of my heart!? Would she obey my commands like a slave? That's right, a sex slave!

For a moment, my mind was in turmoil!

These words were so shocking. Gazing into my wife's beautiful eyes, I stupidly asked, "What if I want to come with another man?"

"Are you kidding me? Making jokes like that...aren't you satisfied?" My wife glared at me fiercely, then smiled brightly. "I said I'd listen to you...I'll listen to you...as long as you're willing...Do you remember what I said before...if you find one woman...I'll find ten..."

A smile can be captivating, and I never expected that my wife's smile would make my breath catch in my throat. That alluring face...was so breathtaking!

"Hmph, you jealous bastard, look at yourself now. I haven't even...let you see me yet, and you're already like this. Serves you right!" My wife seemed to have realized something, her face flushed, and she launched into another seductive attack.

"I want to fuck you!" I couldn't take it anymore, shouting as I picked her up.

"I haven't finished yet..." my wife whimpered, struggling to break free. This time I didn't give her a chance, holding her tightly and placing her on the sink.

"What do you want to do?!"

I rolled up her skirt, and although she was asking me, she cooperated by lifting her hips.

A black thong covered her snow-white mons pubis, the contrast of black and white strongly stimulating my desire to explore. I pulled hard with both hands, tearing the thin piece of fabric in two. Instantly, a pink cleavage was exposed before my eyes. Looking at the tender flesh of her vulva, my heart trembled.

"I...I've washed," my wife murmured, leaning against the mirror, presenting her desire to me.

How alluring it was! A plump, full vulva, a neatly trimmed black triangle, pink labia parted like peach blossoms, the clitoris still covered by the foreskin, the whole shape like a lipstick peeking out slightly, the vaginal opening tightly closed, only a few drops of clear vaginal fluid escaping, while the equally pink anus trembled gently with each breath. I swallowed hard, eagerly burying myself in her and kissing my beloved passionately.

"Mmm...mmm..." my wife began to moan softly.

There was no unpleasant odor; she must have washed herself beforehand. But...there were still other men's penises ravaging this place!

I was going crazy. The thought of those big and small penises ravaging my beloved cunt sent a jolt of pain through me. Filled with resentment and humiliation, I licked her violently, tearing at her labia and pulling her clitoris out from under her lipstick-like foreskin, biting and nibbling at it. That wasn't enough; I also sucked on her vaginal opening, pulling out the clitoral hood and biting it.

"Husband... are you angry... um..."

my wife moaned softly, her half-closed eyes filled with laughter.

"Yes... I'm jealous..." I pinched her clitoris hard.

Stimulated, she groaned softly, her legs trembling slightly. Then she said, "I washed the back too..."

"You..." A wave of unease washed over me. I stared at her fiercely.

“Yes…if…someone wanted to…I wouldn’t be embarrassed…” My wife smiled faintly, her face full of desire.

Undeniably, suggestive language in bed can severely stimulate desire in both partners, but at this moment I knew my wife was serious. If I didn’t have a fight tonight, my wife’s…would also be lost?!

Realizing this, I felt both relieved and angry, and my penis was rock hard. I stood up, impatiently spreading my wife’s legs apart, ready to punish her properly, when a thought flashed through my mind. I asked, “Where are your pantyhose?”

“What’s wrong?” My wife didn’t understand why I stopped.

“Quick, put them on.” I urged.

My wife gave me a playful look and laughed, “What…what tricks are you planning to play now?”

“I think…it’ll be more fun if you wear them, hehe!” I laughed bitterly.

My wife got off the sink and lightly flicked my glans with her finger, saying, "You naughty thing... wait a minute..." Then she touched up her makeup in front of the mirror.

"Outside?"

"Yes, in my bag!"

But did you take your bag into the bathroom before? Or did you put it in after you came out? I could only sigh inwardly at how discreet women are.

My wife applied powder to her face, and the previously messy pink was quickly fixed. "Pretty?"

"Pretty!" Her radiant smile was exceptionally beautiful, and I sincerely praised her.

My wife smiled gently and kissed me on the lips, saying, "I'm only beautiful for you, okay?"

My wife truly loves me!

I stared blankly as she turned and left, still lingering on that overused phrase.

The knot in my heart that had troubled me for so long seemed to have been untied. My wife still belonged to me, but... this was too close! She's such a good actress. I was fooled for a whole night. Sigh, if we hadn't fought, I don't know how long she would have kept deceiving me. My wife has truly changed... become more pure... a purer, more feminine quality. Perhaps, as she said, she's unleashed another side of herself. But... has she become fickle? If... she didn't truly love me, would she be so worried about me?

I don't understand, and I dare not doubt how much of what my wife tells me is true. At least, for now, I'm willing to believe it.

[The End]

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