A sexually fulfilled wife, a happy husband

"Honey, I'll take a shower after dinner. Let's go to bed early tonight, okay..." My wife said shyly, her big eyes sparkling, during dinner.
At the same time, her small feet climbed onto my thighs, gently rubbing my slowly swelling desire with the soles of her feet.
My wife always knows how to quickly arouse me. Every time she gives this signal, I know she's already "added something" to our late-night snack.
Although I had discovered another man's semen in her vagina when I gave her oral sex before, out of love for her and to avoid embarrassing her, I never told her. I always pretended not to know, and she never knew I had discovered her secret. I don't know if my handling of this was due to some deep-seated cuckoldry complex. But everyone has curiosity. What kind of man is qualified to ejaculate directly into my wife's vagina and keep it soaking and moistening?
You know, from the first time we had sex, I've always used condoms when I had sex with my wife. What I can't understand is why my wife dares to bring home another man's semen inside her vagina and make me perform oral sex on her. Isn't she afraid I'll find out about her infidelity? Maybe it's because I'm so good at hiding it. When I ask her why her vagina is so wet, she always says it's because I lick it well. And every time I lick her vagina with the added semen, she gets especially aroused, and her orgasms come very quickly and intensely, with the afterglow lasting a long time.
After dinner, lying in bed watching boring TV, my mind is filled with my wife's snow-white body. Although her breasts are only a B cup, her delicate nipples stand proudly erect. Her slender waist is so small that you could wrap your hand around it, and her amazing curves outline her breathtakingly full buttocks. Although she's almost thirty, her skin is still fair and smooth; time hasn't left any obvious marks on my wife.
As the shower stopped, I saw my wife emerge from the bathroom, her body flushed a pale pink from the hot water. She dried her short, pretty hair with a towel and said, "Silly husband, stop daydreaming! Go shower, I'll wait for you in bed."
Obeying her command, I jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, showering as fast as I could. Just as I was about to leave, I saw my wife's white lace panties hanging in the laundry basket. I couldn't resist picking them up immediately, bringing the crotch of the panties close to my nose and mouth. A damp, slightly fishy smell assaulted my senses. Involuntarily, I rubbed them with my lips—it was indeed the familiar scent of a mixture of male and female bodily fluids. The difference this time was a little fainter.
"Honey, come out quickly, I can't wait!" my wife's coquettish voice drifted into the bathroom.
"Coming, coming," I quickly pulled down my underwear and left the bathroom, jumping onto the bed and kissing my wife's red lips.
"Good husband, lick my little sister, she's been wanting you so much she's soaking wet..." As she spoke, my wife eagerly pushed my head down between her legs...
"Good husband, lick my little sister, she's been wanting you so much she's soaking wet..."
I buried my head between my wife's legs, taking a deep breath. My wife's scent was always so alluring. Then I covered my wife's vulva with my tongue.
"Ah... husband, so good, good husband, you're so good at licking my vulva," I said, diligently licking my wife's vulva while looking up at her. I saw that my wife's eyes were half-open, half-closed, gently biting her lower lip, her hands holding her breasts, her fingers rubbing her nipples, sometimes pinching and rotating, sometimes rubbing her nipples, with an expression of enjoyment.
"Ah... um... husband is the best at licking, a little lower... a little lower, um... yes, right there, it feels so good..." Under my constant oral assault on my wife's vagina and anus, my wife quickly reached an orgasm.
On the large bed, my wife was half-lying on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder. Her little tongue circled my nipple, while her little hands played with my other nipple.
Under her licking, my penis quickly became engorged, the erect glans rubbing against her calf that was draped over me.
I couldn't help but groan with pleasure, "So good, wife, you're such a little vixen, you're making your husband feel so good."
Hearing my praise, my wife raised her flushed face after her orgasm and murmured, "Naughty husband, just licking your nipples makes you this happy, what if I lick your big stick and your little asshole, wouldn't you ejaculate right away?"
"Yeah, wife, you always talk a good game, but I'm always the one serving you, you never lick your husband," I couldn't help but complain.
In our sex life, I always give my wife oral sex first, diligently servicing her vagina and anus, bringing her to orgasm first. Then she would stimulate my nipples while I masturbated, and only when I was close to ejaculation would she put on a condom and insert it into her vagina. She would always ejaculate inside the condom after only a few minutes of thrusting.
We had discussed this kind of sex life before. My wife said she liked it this way, and that it showed how much I loved and cared for her because I was willing to bring her to orgasm first, rather than just enjoying myself. Sometimes after her orgasm, she would feel tired and want to sleep, so she usually wouldn't let me penetrate her immediately. She would stimulate my sensitive nipples to control the speed of my ejaculation. Most of the time, I couldn't even wait for penetration before my wife stimulated me to ejaculate.
"Silly husband, that proves how much you love me, care about me, and respect me."
I asked, puzzled, "Wife, what kind of twisted logic is this?"
"Get lost, don't talk nonsense, you're the one talking nonsense," my wife pretended to be angry and lightly hit my engorged glans. "Because what I love most is your gentleness, husband. You always try your best to meet my needs and put my needs first. This gives me a great sense of security, especially when we make love. You never force me to do anything lewd. You respect me so much and cherish me, making me feel like a princess..."
"Good wife, you are my princess, how could I bear to let you do anything lewd?" I immediately confessed to my wife against my will.
"I knew my husband loved me the most," my wife said, quickly licking my nipple a few times with her little tongue, while simultaneously gripping my penis and stroking it up and down.
"Not like them at all, they just bully me, always trying to force me to do those... despicable things..."
Just as I was enjoying my wife's little hand stroking my penis, I suddenly heard her say that. Them? Who are they? "Slutty? How slutty?" My wife has never used such vulgar language when we're flirting. The cuckoldry fantasy clashed with my wife's unintentional words, sparking a strange flame in my brain. This caused the penis she was stroking to throb violently twice, almost causing me to ejaculate prematurely.
I immediately gritted my teeth, pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, tightened my lower abdomen, clenched my buttocks, and intertwined my legs, barely managing to endure the ordeal for several seconds.
My wife felt the obvious change in my penis and the tension in my body. She realized she had misspoke in her arousal, but immediately connected it to my physical changes, knowing I wasn't offended by her unintentional words. Blushing and with a pounding heart, she clamped her thighs around me, the warm, wet friction between her legs rubbing against me forcefully.
"Them? Who are they, little vixen? Do they often bully you? Tell your husband, and I'll definitely get justice for you," I involuntarily asked my wife as I barely managed to hold back my ejaculation.
Seeing that I wasn't angry, my wife felt relieved. She wrapped her small hand around my still-erect penis again and whispered affectionately in my ear, "My dear husband, there's no such thing as 'them.' I wasn't talking about now, I was talking about the past. Besides, it's all in the past. How can you help me get justice, silly husband?"
"Hmph, what a sophistry! Did you think I didn't know? Fine, a good man doesn't argue with a woman, I won't hold it against you,"
I thought to myself, and continued to ask my question.
"Who are you talking about? Are they your ex-boyfriends?" I asked, thrusting my penis, which my wife was gripping, upwards a few times to show my eagerness for an answer.
"Silly husband, I've told you before, you're my first love. Them? I don't want them as my boyfriends. They do whatever they want to me, never asking for my opinion, only caring about their own pleasure. They have no respect for me at all. I would never like a man like that," my wife said angrily.
My brain was as engorged as my penis, unable to point out the illogical parts of my wife's words. I immediately followed up with the question I had already prepared,
"So how did they bully you? What despicable things did they force you to do?" I couldn't help but blurt it out.
"Bad husband, why are you asking these questions? I won't tell you," my wife suddenly tightened her grip on my penis, quickly stroking it up and down four or five times, almost making me ejaculate again.
"Good wife, just tell me. How am I supposed to know how to get justice for you if you don't tell me?"
I gritted my teeth, trying hard not to ejaculate my shameful semen.
My wife's face was so tender it seemed to drip with moisture, her shy red lips pouting slightly as she uttered the answer I longed to hear, "I can tell you, but you have to promise, honey, you
won't do what they do. You have to always love and respect me." My mind was a complete mess, and I was already incoherent. "Okay, honey, I promise you, I promise I won't do
what they do. Tell me quickly..." "They...they always...always force me to do...um...some things."
"What things?"
"It's...it's things that make me feel especially lewd, especially...despicable?"
"Like, honey?"
"Like...like, they make me lick their...um...their big dicks."
"Big dicks?" My wife had never used such a lewd word when we were together.
"Honey, they forced me to say it, it wasn't my choice."
"Okay, anything else?"
"Um, right, they often don't wash their dicks before shoving them directly into my mouth, it smells so bad. They even call me a slut, a whore, and make me wash their dicks clean with my mouth."
"Oh, damn it, I'm going to cum, hold it in, ah... what else?"
"After licking their dicks clean, they forced me to lick their dirty assholes. Hmm... just like, just like my husband licks my asshole. Hehe."
"Honey, let me tell you a secret, your wife's technique is pretty good. They especially like me serving them, and sometimes they can't help but cum directly into my mouth."
"But I'm warning you, you're not allowed to learn from them, or your wife won't make love to you anymore."
"Wife, you've revealed too much! Don't you care if I can handle it?" "
Hmph, you begged me to say this, and now you're saying this? I'm ignoring you."
"I was wrong, wife, don't be angry, keep going."
"Honey, close your eyes and open your mouth." Not knowing what she was going to do, I looked at my wife with suspicion, but still obediently did as she said.
Suddenly, a liquid flowed into my mouth, smelling sweet. I opened my eyes and saw that my wife was spitting into my mouth. I don't know when she had stored up a lot of saliva in her mouth. She had only spat out half of it earlier. I watched as she spat the rest into my mouth, and finally, a long, thin strand connected our mouths. My wife brought her small mouth close and rubbed the strand against my lips, breaking it off, and then playfully kissed it.
"They not only forcibly kissed me, but also stuck their tongues into your wife's mouth and stirred them around, sucking my tongue back and forth, making it impossible for me to speak and refuse. What's worse, they also like to spit in my mouth, so much saliva, not only not letting me spit it out, but also forcing me to swallow their stinky saliva, more than I just spat it out to you. Husband, don't you think they're going too far with me..."
As my wife softly spoke, my penis involuntarily trembled violently, and after a few thrusts, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen that I should have ejaculated earlier today, wetting my wife's hands and also wetting my heart...
(2)
I just licked my wife to orgasm, completing today's task. Damn, they got my face covered in semen, and I could always smell a faint fishy smell with every breath. "Now it's finally my turn to enjoy myself." I started to build up my emotions.
"Wife, tell me about your first love."
I lay on my back on the bed, and my wife lazily half-crouched beside me, her little tongue licking my left nipple intermittently, her left hand across my chest, her fingers gently playing with my right nipple. I, on the other hand, was stroking my half-awake penis.
"Silly husband, I've already told you, you're my first love."
"Then tell me about your first time, wife." I immediately seized the opportunity.
"Shameless, you pervert, this is what you really want to know, isn't it?"
"Hehe, my wife understands me best." I was gradually getting used to this kind of sex life.
"Wife, what was your first time like?"
I was fourteen years old that year, in junior high school. That day during self-study, the head of discipline made a surprise inspection to see if any students would run into the old woman's line of fire, so she could vent her pent-up anger.
When she came to our class, he was reading a novel under the desk. I immediately nudged him to remind him to pay attention.
Who knew he'd immediately shove his novel into my bag.
"Hmph, he probably put other things inside you too, right?" I teased my wife.
"Ugh, if you interrupt again, I won't tell you anything."
"Okay, okay..."
"But he forgot to take it out after he put it in. I only found it in my bag when I got home and was doing my homework, so I was curious to see what it was."
"It's definitely not a proper book," I interrupted again.
"You're so smart, honey, you guessed right. I was shocked when I saw it. It was a pornographic novel, full of explicit sexual descriptions and all sorts of vulgar language. I still blush when I think about it."
"What's in the book?"
"Just like the novels you secretly read online. And you still have the nerve to ask me?"
"Heh, my wife found out."
"I remember blushing and my heart racing when I read it. Reading the sex scenes, I started touching my own body, squeezing my legs together, and rubbing my little sister hard. It even made me wet. It felt so good."
"That was an orgasm, honey."
"Maybe. After reading that book, all I could think about were the sexual descriptions. The female protagonist was me, and the male protagonist was him. I fantasized about him doing the things described in the book to me..."
The next day, when I returned the book to him, I kept my head down, not daring to look at his face. He asked if I had read the book, and I nodded, blushing...
After that, he would chat with me and joke around whenever he had a spare moment. But my gaze always followed him, his firm buttocks, and the bulge that always appeared between his legs...
One day after class, all the other students went home, leaving me alone in the classroom studying. He rushed in, basketball in hand.
"Still not home?"
"Yeah, still have some homework to do."
He leaned closer, pulled up a chair next to me, and I could immediately smell the sweat on his body.
Before I could say anything, he placed his hand on my thigh. Before I could refuse, his hand slipped under my skirt. I immediately pressed my thighs together tightly, stopping his hand.
He didn't say anything, just grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge between his legs. Good heavens, even though it was summer and I was wearing basketball shorts, I could still feel his heat. I couldn't help but gently squeeze it, my breathing becoming heavy. My 14-year-old breasts, barely developing, rose and fell with my breath, attracting his attention. He suddenly stood up and unhesitatingly slipped his hand under my bra from my neckline. In less than a second, his strong fingers accurately found my already hardened nipple and gently pinched and rotated it.
"Ah," I couldn't help but moan. He was making me feel so good, even better than when I touched myself.
Under the skillful caress of his fingers, my whole body went limp, and I leaned against him. Right in front of me was his erection. It was so high, almost bursting out of his pants, so annoyingly pressed against my face and nose. And honey, you know what? Its smell was so strong! I didn't even have the strength to pull away, so I could only press my face tightly against his genitals. The mixture of sweat and urine assaulted my nostrils, stimulating my nerves. I felt a slippery, uncomfortable sensation down there; my underwear was definitely soaked.
He was being particularly naughty, rubbing his erection against my face, as if it were incredibly pleasurable for him. I retaliated by nudging his glans with my nose and pursing my lips, rubbing them together. He groaned with pleasure. "Honey, don't you think I'm amazing?" This was the first time I'd ever had such intimate contact with a man's penis.
After a while, he seemed to lose control. He released my nipple and abruptly pulled down his shorts and underwear. I was so frightened that I closed my eyes, unable to look. His hot, hard penis, freed from the confinement of my underwear, sprang out and slapped my chin. The secretions inside smeared all over my face, sticking wetly to my lips. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick it. It smelled so fishy and stinky, honey! It wasn't at all like the descriptions in the books. Just
as I was about to turn my head away, he immediately grabbed my head and forcefully pressed it against his large penis. Honey, his big cock is so hot, it's throbbing on my face. If I hadn't opened my eyes and seen how horrible and ugly it looked, I would have thought it was kind of cute.
He held my head, his hard penis thrusting wildly into my face. I read in that book that he probably wanted to put his penis in my mouth and make me lick it. Honey, don't you think so?
Honey, the fact that he's forcing me to lick his penis shows that he doesn't like me and doesn't respect me at all. And he already had a girlfriend back then.
"Honey, did you know he had a girlfriend back then?"
"The whole class knew. He really liked a girl in our class. That girl was really frivolous, she dated a lot of boys, unlike me, a good girl, I never messed around with boys." "
So, honey, did you lick his dick?"
"What dick? Don't say such filthy and vulgar things."
"You said it first, honey," I complained.
"He forced me to say it, saying that's what makes me sexy and cheap, that he likes me to say that."
"So, honey, did you give him oral sex?"
"Guess, silly husband?"
Before I could answer, my wife continued, "Of course I licked it. He said I made him too hard, and if I didn't lick his dick, he'd go pent up."
"Honey, you should have held back and not let him lick it."
"Bad husband, I'm so kind, how could I do that, hehe."
I saw him struggling to hold it in, and his random thrusting made my face all wet, so I had no choice but to open my mouth to let him in. But husband, don't be fooled by the fact that he was only 14 years old back then; his penis was much thicker than yours now. I held his penis with my hand, wanting to examine it closely. I saw that his foreskin couldn't completely cover his engorged glans; a small part of it was already protruding, and the urethral opening was full of his secretions, feeling slippery on my face.
I gripped his penis tightly with my small hand, feeling the heat and weight in my hand, and then slowly pulled it back until his entire glans was exposed from his foreskin.
Husband, his glans was red and swollen, emitting a foul and pungent odor; it smelled awful, I didn't like it at all. I think it must be because it had been covered by his underwear all day. Husband, you know I'm very clean.
So when I saw his penis smelling so bad, I had an urge to lick it clean.
So, under his expectant gaze, I opened my mouth and slowly stuck out my little tongue, wanting to tentatively lick it. Who knew he was so impatient? With a thrust of his hips, his entire glans was shoved into my mouth. Honey, look how small my mouth is, how can it accommodate his whole glans? I tried to push him away with my hands and let him lick it slowly. He's such a reckless fool, he has no sense of tenderness whatsoever, unlike my husband who cherishes me. With a forceful thrust of his hips, half of his large penis was inserted into my mouth. I had to forcefully open my mouth to reduce the feeling of fullness, but he went even further, pushing the glans all the way down my throat, completely ignoring how uncomfortable I was, tears and snot streaming down my face. He only cared about his own pleasure, venting his lust in his wife's mouth.
"Honey, it must be very uncomfortable to have such a big cock in your mouth, right? Especially since the head of his penis is in your throat."
"Of course, honey, you're still the best to me. Honey, you be the judge, he said his girlfriend has never given him oral sex, and she's never even touched him, but he immediately asked me to lick his big cock. He said he likes his girlfriend, and he never says he likes me, only that he likes me to give him oral sex. What kind of person does he take me for? I'm so glad I didn't choose him as my boyfriend."
"Yes, my wife's choice was wise," I replied insincerely. "And then?"
My wife gave me a resentful look and continued, "His big cock so roughly shoved into my throat, I almost threw up, I gagged, but he didn't care, he just rubbed his glans against my throat, saying my little mouth was so tight, so good at licking a man's cock, and that I should lick it for him every day from now on."
Maybe because my little mouth was too tight, his big cock only moved in and out of my mouth about ten times before I felt him holding my head tightly, his big cock trembling in my mouth, a hot stream rushing into my esophagus, so I couldn't even taste what his semen tasted like.
"He came so quickly? His cock is bigger than mine, but it doesn't seem that great."
"Silly husband, it's because your wife's little mouth is especially tight, and she licks so well. Don't be fooled by how fast he came, he recovered quickly too..."
"Didn't he come more than once?"
After he ejaculated in my mouth, he made me lick his huge penis from top to bottom, even his testicles. Just then, someone downstairs called him to come home together. We were both startled. He hadn't even had time to pull up his pants before he stuck his head out the window to talk to the person downstairs. I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying because I saw his firm ass and thighs right in front of me. Because of his constant exercise, his ass and thighs were particularly firm and muscular. I must have been bewitched at that moment, because I actually brought my face close, my nose right between his buttocks, and took a deep sniff. He sensed something, turned around, and saw me pressing my face between his buttocks and taking a deep breath. Perhaps my actions aroused him, because he actually bent over and pressed my head into his buttocks.
I shook my head from side to side, struggling to get my hand away from him, but my nose was right against his stinky anus, and I couldn't help but smell it again. Honey, do you know, his anus is stinkier and more pungent than his penis. What should I do? Should I lick his asshole clean like I licked his big cock? Honey, were you as unhygienic as him before?
"Wife, did you lick his asshole?" My penis spasmed again. "
I was hesitating whether to lick his asshole or not when he said, 'Slut, you're so good at licking, keep licking my asshole, don't stop.'" "
Honey, he actually called me a slut, how could he be so mean?"
"Good wife, you're not slutty at all, he's just talking nonsense, what happened next?"
It turned out that I rubbed my nose against his asshole, making him think I was licking him, so I had no choice but to stick out my little tongue and sweep it over his smelly asshole. It didn't feel too unbearable, so I used the tip of my tongue to put some saliva on it, and then pressed my whole tongue against it. But his butt muscles were so tight, I had to forcefully spread them open to lick more thoroughly and cleanly. I thought that after I served him so diligently, he would let me go home. Who knew he would say, "You slut, you're so good at licking. Your licking has made my dick hard again."
He turned around and pressed me down onto the desk. I couldn't struggle at all. He pressed one hand on my back and the other hand groped my buttocks. Suddenly, I felt a chill on my buttocks and immediately felt a hot, thick object inserted between my legs. Then he pressed his whole body against me, lying on my back and whispering in my ear, "Slut, I'm going to fuck you."
Before I could react, his huge penis pierced through my body, followed by a series of violent thrusts to my buttocks. I felt as if my body was being torn apart by his rough penetration. The desk scraped against the floor with a series of noises as he roughly fucked my ass…
“Wife, where did he ejaculate in the end?”
“Perverted husband, you don’t care if he hurt me, you only care where he ejaculated. What are you up to ?” “
Wife, don’t be angry. I’m only asking because I love you.” “
Oh? Tell me how you love me? If you don’t answer well, I’ll punish you…”
“Husband is afraid he can’t hold back, and since he doesn’t know about contraception, what if you get pregnant while you’re in school? That would be terrible!”
“Hmph, at least you have a conscience. But I didn’t have time to think about that at the time. He ejaculated all of it inside me. And ever since then, he always ejaculates inside me directly, without caring whether I get pregnant or not. I’ve told him to wear a condom, but he won’t listen. He says it’s uncomfortable. It’s infuriating…”
"So, how many times have you slept with him, wife?" I asked tentatively, afraid of angering this young lady again.
"I don't know why his sex drive was so strong back then. He needed to release almost every day, and his girlfriend wouldn't satisfy him. He would usually make me lick his penis and then ejaculate in my mouth. Whenever we were alone, he wouldn't care if I was wet or not; he would hold me down and thrust his big penis inside me, and he always did it from behind. Honey, this position makes me feel so cheap, like...like I'm a bitch, sticking my ass out and letting a male dog vent on me.
" "Then why don't you change positions?"
"Isn't it because he always says he likes to fuck me from behind, saying it's more exciting, and that way he doesn't have to face me, so he won't feel guilty towards his girlfriend?"
I was speechless. "Didn't you get pregnant every time he ejaculated inside? Is there something wrong with you, honey?"
"You naughty husband, you're talking nonsense again. I'm ignoring you," my wife said coquettishly, rubbing my glans with her palm. "If there's a problem, it's his problem. Have you forgotten about my first pregnancy?"
Yes, how could I forget something so important? And more importantly, my wife didn't know that I already knew about her pregnancy that time, and it had nothing to do with me...
(3)
Since my wife mentioned her first pregnancy, I must explain the background of this unexpected event.
We were both graduating seniors at the time, but in different majors. My wife was studying textiles and was assigned to a city in the south that mainly produces silk for a month-long internship, while I went to a small city in the north, and my internship started a month later than hers. In other words, I
had just left when she returned to school. Therefore, we couldn't have sex for two months, which is why I knew that her pregnancy wasn't due to my involvement.
Of course, I accompanied her to the abortion, since I was her only boyfriend!
I saw some comments from friends saying that the male protagonist seemed a bit cowardly. This is entirely because the author's writing skills are really limited, and it was the first time writing an article. I couldn't write with ease and could only write whatever came to mind. As for the theme of the article, it is a cuckolded story, so the author couldn't simultaneously portray the male protagonist's multifaceted personality and his sexual life outside of love and marriage. For example, with clients, neighbors, colleagues, classmates, and his classmate's 18-year-old roommate, etc., it was really unavoidable!
My wife's then-girlfriend got pregnant because of another man, which was a huge blow to me. I struggled with this internally for a long time, but as you all know, we still got married. Since the outcome was irreversible, the process became crucial. "When? Where? Who? How?"
These big questions kept nagging at me. It seemed that to understand the whole story and its details, I needed to appease my lovely wife first and then subtly probe her. She was more likely to reveal the truth then… My
wife and some classmates went to work at a silk factory in the suburbs of a southern city. They were assigned to the design studio, responsible for designing fabric patterns.
There were two men in the office, both designers at the factory. They were colleagues and roommates, renting a two-bedroom apartment nearby. Because of my wife's personality, she didn't get along very well with her classmates and didn't socialize much outside of work. Instead, she was closer to the two men in the office.
My wife described their relationship as close. She explained that they often ate dinner at their dormitory and frequently consulted each other about work.
They were both around 26 or 27 years old at the time. The shorter one, Zhao, was from Northeast China, with short hair and a strong build, especially his legs. My wife said his pants always tightly hugged his thick thighs, making him look very powerful. The slightly taller one, Liu, was from the South, rather thin, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and seemed rather introverted.
Although my wife wasn't exceptionally beautiful, she naturally exuded a charming allure. Her breasts weren't large, but the shape of her buttocks was quite striking. The internship took place in the summer, and people wore thin clothing, especially the girls, whose curves were naturally undeniable. My wife said that although she didn't hide the fact that she already had a boyfriend, she could clearly sense that both men were interested in her and were vying to flatter her.
The wife naturally enjoyed the attention from the men around her, and within a couple of days, the three of them became quite familiar with each other.
Friday arrived in the blink of an eye, and they invited her to their two-bedroom apartment for dinner after work. Although both men were interested in her, Zhao, a man from Northeast China, was more outgoing and liked to tease her, often telling off-color jokes to make her happy, so she felt closer to him. After dinner, Zhao volunteered to take her back to her dorm, while Liu stayed home to finish cleaning and tidying up.
Their rented apartment building had no lights, and the alleyways were dark. Zhao led the way, and naturally turned back to take his wife's small hand in his large one. His wife tried to pull away, but was afraid of falling, so she managed a slight struggle and let him hold her hand. She thought, "Holding hands shouldn't be considered wronging my boyfriend, right?"
But Zhao didn't let go of her hand the rest of the way, acting like a seasoned lover, continuing to joke with her and successfully diverting her attention. Holding his large hand, his wife felt nervous and her heart pounded, as if she were newly in love. He unconsciously moved closer to Zhao.
When they reached his wife's dormitory, they both felt a pang of reluctance to part. His wife thought of their early days of dating; before lights out in college, the girls' dormitories were filled with couples like this. And in the dim light of the woods outside the dorms, even more lovers lingered, their lips purring and clothes rustling softly…
As soon as she saw the dormitory, she released his hand, said goodbye, and went into the building. But Zhao didn't leave; he followed her in, turned her around from behind, and kissed her lips without a word. His wife, completely unprepared, easily let him pry open her lips and conquer her sweet tongue.
Before his wife could resist, he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other tightly around the back of her head. His thick, fleshy tongue filled her small mouth, sometimes licking her upper palate, sometimes biting and sucking her tongue, sometimes transferring his saliva into her mouth, sometimes licking her saliva back into his mouth… Their lips and tongues engaged in the most intimate exchange, kissing until his wife gasped repeatedly, the hallway filled with the sounds of their kissing…
Zhao's hand, which was around his wife's waist, naturally slid down, his large hand gripping her plump buttocks tightly, forcefully pressing her body against his. According to his wife's recollection, she could clearly feel Zhao's arousal, because something incredibly hard was pressing against her thighs, rubbing back and forth. She knew it was Zhao's large penis at work.
His wife didn't tell me if she was thinking at the time what it would feel like if Zhao's large penis were inside her. My wife only told me that she quickly got her panties wet from Zhao's teasing, but she was still thinking that kissing shouldn't be a problem, as long as Zhao's big cock didn't penetrate her, it wouldn't be a betrayal of her boyfriend...
But Zhao, blinded by lust, was clearly not satisfied. He reached under my wife's skirt with one hand to pull down her panties, but my wife stopped him, saying, "No, it's too late. The supervising teacher checks every day, and you've already kissed me. I can't betray my boyfriend again."
"Look at me, I'm already like this, so please have mercy," Zhao said, taking my wife's small hand and pressing it against his crotch.
"Hehe, don't blame me then," my wife said, gently squeezing it, and without waiting for his reply, she turned and ran upstairs.
"Then come find me first thing tomorrow morning, I'll take you out for a walk..." Zhao said expectantly.
"See you tomorrow then," my wife finally resisted Zhao's male hormones and quickly ran upstairs.
The next morning, around 7 a.m., his wife arrived at their two-bedroom apartment. She saw Liu, still sleepy, opening the door for her. He was shirtless, wearing only tight briefs, his crotch bulging. His wife glanced at him shyly, thinking, "It doesn't seem small either. I wonder whose is bigger and thicker, his or Zhao's?"
"So early?" Liu asked, yawning.
"Yeah, Zhao said he'd take me out today," his wife replied, stepping aside to enter the room. "Isn't he up yet?"
"I don't know. Go find him yourself. I'm going back to sleep," Liu said, walking towards his room, glancing back at his wife for a few seconds as he entered.
His wife gently knocked on Zhao's door. When no one answered, she opened the door and went in herself. Zhao was lying naked on the bed, his two thick thighs covered in hair. A thin sheet was draped over his body, with the sheet at his crotch being pushed up high. His wife immediately recalled how his large member had rubbed between her legs in the hallway last night…
“Looks like he’s still asleep. Let’s tease him,” she thought, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning her face towards Zhao, gently blowing on his face.
Unexpectedly, Zhao suddenly opened his eyes. It turned out he already knew his wife had entered the room. Startled, she leaned back, but a hand suddenly pressed down on Zhao’s erection. Zhao let out a scream, clearly in great pain.
His wife panicked immediately and quickly pried Zhao's hand away from his crotch. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, let me see if you're alright."
But Zhao wasn't polite at all. He thrust his erect penis towards his wife's face. She couldn't dodge in time and his penis hit her mouth. "Ugh, why did
you thrust into my face like that? Serves you right for hurting me! It's your fault for being so naughty last night!" "I'm innocent! You pressed down on me so hard, rub it for me!" Zhao said, placing his wife's hand on his crotch.
Remembering that she had indeed pressed down on him, his face flushed, she gently rubbed it with her hand.
"Don't just rub it, help me check if you've damaged it. If you damage it so much that I can't fuck anymore, you'll have to take responsibility."
"Ugh, that's so mean," his wife laughed and scolded, bringing her face closer to check him. "It stinks. Don't you ever wash your little penis?" "
It's all because of you. You wouldn't let me fuck you yesterday, so I had to go home and masturbate. I shot it all into my underwear
," Zhao said, taking off his underwear. "You don't believe me? Try it."
"How would I know what semen tastes like?" His wife grasped Zhao's penis and obediently stuck out her little tongue to lick it...
"Wife, after you gave him oral sex, did he fuck you?" I pressed.
"Yes, honey, he fucked me really hard. He's not only strong, but his penis is also really thick," his wife replied sweetly.
"Honey, you had a boyfriend back then."
"Who told you not to protect me? Besides, he didn't ask to be my boyfriend, I'm still yours." My wife replied playfully.
"Honey, where did he ejaculate after you two did it?"
"Well, he never pulled out when he ejaculated, and he said he liked to ejaculate inside my pussy, so I had to..."
"I know, honey, you found out you were pregnant not long after you came back from your internship, is it his?" I used my reasoning skills to ask this question.
"You're so annoying, honey, asking such a shy question, um, let me think... it seems so, but it also seems so..." My wife stammered.
"Uh, honey, what do you mean?" I was confused.
"Because, because... honey, don't be angry when I tell you..." My wife pleaded.
"Okay, honey, don't be angry." How could I be angry?
"Because Liu also ejaculated inside..."
"Huh? When?" My penis swelled in my wife's hand.
"You bad husband," my wife grabbed my penis and stroked it, "It was the day before I went back to school, they both fucked me, so I'm not sure whose child it is..."
Hearing this, my reasoning skills became useless.
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