[The Transformation of a Pure Wife Through Training] (16-20) [Author: jay2332]

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16. Could my wife be unexpectedly pregnant?
After a night's rest, although I felt better, I still felt very tired. My wife
kept scrolling through WeChat the whole way, occasionally laughing. She seemed to be in good spirits, relaxed, and
free of her initial worries. She seemed completely unburdened and at ease. Her long, flowing
hair swayed freely in the cool breeze through the car window. Her delicate hands occasionally brushed her hair, creating
ripples. She looked down at her phone, giving me a perfect profile. Her delicate curves and rosy
lips accentuated her playfulness; she truly possessed a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in the world. Thinking back to my wife's initial lack of
understanding, now... She evoked even more tenderness in me.
After arriving home, I lazily lay on the sofa, watching my wife busily unpacking the clothes and luggage we had taken earlier.
I wanted to get up and help, but my body wouldn't budge. Last night's exertion felt
far greater than the previous few nights in a row; I could feel a slight ache in my back. Although I've only just turned thirty, I'm not as energetic
as I used to be. In college, I could go several nights in a row with my wife and still be virile, but now, one night
was already making me feel somewhat powerless. This made me realize the horror and helplessness of aging. I couldn't help but
think that while I'm still relatively young, I must enjoy this passion and excitement as much as possible to avoid
regrets later.
"Honey, come and rest for a bit, don't tire yourself out," I said worriedly, watching my wife busily working.
"Okay, almost done," my wife replied, her movements light and efficient, showing no signs of fatigue as she methodically organized everything
.
Looking at my virtuous wife, a strange sense of guilt welled up inside me. "Honey, is it your turn to work the night shift starting tonight?" 　　I asked,
remembering her mentioning it a few days ago . 　　My wife seemed confused for a moment after I mentioned it, looking at me with a bewildered expression. A short while later, she 　　seemed to suddenly remember something, hurriedly running into the bedroom and rummaging through the cabinet for the medicine box. Seeing her 　　odd behavior, I followed her in. 　　"Honey, yesterday was my ovulation period, I completely forgot," my wife said anxiously, searching for the remaining 　　emergency contraceptive pills. 　　"It should last 24 hours, it's not that easy to get pregnant," I said softly, 　　trying to reassure her. 　　"Theoretically, that's true, but I often hear colleagues at the hospital talk about people getting pregnant in this situation." 　　After finding the pill, my wife took one. 　　"Honey, if I get pregnant, I'll feel like dying," my wife said, looking at me with a tearful expression. 　　"..." I remained silent for a moment. 　　"Whether you're pregnant or not, you're my most beloved wife, and your husband will always be with you." Seeing my wife's pitiful 　　appearance, I could only keep comforting her, and my colleague hugged her. 　　After hearing my words, my wife looked at me tenderly. After a moment, her tension eased 　　, and she nestled against my chest, kissing me on the cheek to express her gratitude. 　　My wife usually doesn't like using condoms, saying they feel strange, uncomfortable, and she doesn't feel anything. So, 　　during her safe period, I ejaculate inside her, and during her fertile period, she takes birth control pills. Otherwise, I try not to ejaculate inside her. So, for 　　the past few years of our marriage, we've always been very careful with contraception, and there have never been any problems. These past two years have been 　　a transitional period for my wife at the community hospital, so we haven't thought about having children; we both want to enjoy our life as a couple for a few more years. 　　In the following days, because our work schedules overlapped, we didn't have much time together each day. 　　My wife continued to live in anxiety these days, constantly taking pregnancy tests, afraid of seeing two red lines 　　. Thanks to the rest I've had these past few days, I've gradually recovered. When you're idle, especially at night 　　when you're alone, it's inevitable to think about those things. 　　After dinner and a short rest, I drove my wife to the community hospital. At the hospital entrance, I ran into 　　Ya Ya's husband. This instantly reminded me of that night in Shanghai with Ya Ya, and 　　a deep sense of guilt welled up inside me. I didn't know how to face him. My wife, seemingly sensing 　　my thoughts, greeted his colleague on my behalf while pinching my thigh. 　　This brought me back to my senses. Since we were all quite familiar with each other, we chatted casually for a while 　　before I said goodbye to my wife and drove home. 　　I started the car, just about to drive off, when my phone rang. I panicked a little, unsure if it was because of the memories 　　of my passion with Ya Ya or because of my guilt towards her husband. But when I took out my phone and saw the number, 　　a strange flutter and joy stirred within me. After only a moment's hesitation, I pressed the answer button. 　　"Hey! You haven't contacted me in so long, have you forgotten about me again?" 　　I was a little happy to hear Xiaowei's voice; I didn't expect her to contact me first. 　　"I've been a bit busy with work lately," I explained, flattered. 　　"Busy? Is that an excuse?" Xiaowei muttered quietly. 　　"I'm sorry," I knew that sometimes no amount of explanation could be as effective as an apology. 　　"Hehe, okay, I forgive you," Xiaowei said happily, then added with a hint of reproach, "I know you 　　're free in the evenings, want to come out for a bit?" 　　"You knew that?" I was a little surprised. 　　"Your wife said on WeChat that she was working the night shift, so I guessed." 　　"Uh..." I hesitated a bit; it wasn't that I didn't want to go out, but I wasn't sure what to do. 　　"What, you heartless man?" Xiaowei asked, seeing my hesitation. 　　"What are you talking about? Of course not," I protested. 　　"That's fine then. You have a family, and so do I. I didn't ask you to take responsibility," Xiaowei quickly clarified.

Being with Xiaowei felt different. With other women, it was more of a fling, a pursuit
. But with her, I sometimes felt lost, unable to distinguish boundaries. I was afraid of getting too deeply involved and ultimately
losing control.
"That's not what I meant," I started to explain, but stopped myself. I agreed, "Okay,
where?"
"The place where we ate alone for the first time," Xiaowei said, her tone finally relaxed.
"Okay, I'll be there soon," I said, starting the car. A strange feeling lingered inside me; I couldn't quite put my finger on it
. Did she like that atmosphere, or was she trying to remind me of something?
"Hurry up, I've already ordered some for you, waiting for you," Xiaowei said, hanging up the phone.
People are strange sometimes. Even knowing something is dangerous, they can't resist its allure, rushing
headlong into it, ultimately losing sight of whether there's a path ahead. On the way there, I was conflicted, troubled, yet also expectant and
excited. Overall, the expectation outweighed the conflict, and the excitement outweighed the trouble.
Arriving at the restaurant, the decor was still elegant and the atmosphere romantic. Standing inside, I couldn't help but recall
some things. Xiao Wei was still in her usual seat, waving to me from afar. I smiled and walked over.
"You look younger and younger!" As soon as I entered, Xiao Wei cupped her hands to her chin, admiringly looking me up and down
.
"Hehe, don't make fun of me. I was just about to go home after dropping my wife off at work, so I'm dressed
casually." After getting off work, I changed into a Paul Frank t-shirt, casual shorts, and
flip-flops.
"That looks good on you, very suitable." Xiao Wei looked at me and nodded sincerely.
"What do you mean?" I asked deliberately.
"Just praising your good looks! Honestly, you understand, why do I have to say it?" Xiao Wei pouted.
"Don't you know that men get flattered when praised by beautiful women?" I laughed.
Hearing me praise a beautiful woman, Xiao Wei tilted her head, smiled, and I could tell she was happy.
However, she quickly regained her composure and changed the subject, saying, "I didn't want you to wait too long, I've already ordered."
"It's alright, eating is a small matter, I came to see the beautiful women," I said sincerely.
"Stop trying to fool me, you clearly didn't want to come on the phone just now," Xiao Wei scoffed, ruthlessly exposing
my lie.
"That's because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself after seeing the beautiful women!" I said, half-jokingly.
"Would I really make you lose control?" Whether it was the atmosphere or my words,
Xiao Wei suddenly stopped smiling, looking at me with a dazed expression. I
was completely caught off guard by this move, especially in a public place with many other diners and waiters nearby
. But sometimes, people can get lost in beauty, forgetting their surroundings and everything else. Whether intentionally or not,
Xiao Wei was wearing a white, deep-V, tight-fitting dress tonight. The dress alone was already hot enough, but
on her, it accentuated her figure even more.
I leaned closer, and her slightly curved waist revealed the view beneath the skirt with unabashed boldness. Snow-white, full breasts
—and I couldn't see any bra; she was going braless. I felt a rush of heat to my nose, as if a surge of blood had instantly surged
to my head.
The skirt's fabric was very thin, the silky kind; if held up to a light, it would definitely be translucent. Fortunately, the design was
clever; there were several folds of fabric at the chest area, otherwise, if Xiao Wei wore it,
her nipples would be clearly visible under the pressure. And those folds seemed to also provide some support for her breasts. Suddenly, I felt that
perhaps the designer had designed this skirt so that the woman wearing it could safely experience going braless. My thoughts raced
; I even had some wicked speculations about what her lower body looked like, and I couldn't wait to see.
"Hehe, looks like you weren't lying this time," Xiao Wei chuckled mischievously, secretly pleased with herself.
My thoughts were interrupted, my mind pulled back to reality. Xiao Wei straightened up, her alluring white breasts now
hidden by the fabric. A little disappointed, knowing I'd been teased, I could only shake my head and smile bitterly.
The waiter quickly brought the food. This time, Xiao Wei's interest had increased considerably
. Whether it was deliberate seduction or not, she occasionally bit her lip and tossed her hair as she spoke. Perhaps it was an unspoken understanding, but our conversation
never touched on matters of the heart.
We talked about things that interested the other. Perhaps influenced by her earlier seduction, or perhaps by the
atmosphere, we both unknowingly drank quite a bit.
No one can say for sure whether alcohol is a good thing or a bad thing. It can make you intoxicated, lose
self-control, become someone you're not, and commit mistakes you wouldn't normally make. But sometimes, it can also
allow you to get what you want in a state of loss of control, at least to gain temporary peace and pleasure.
Xiao Wei and I were like that at that moment, but even though we both understood this, we both tacitly failed to control ourselves,
letting things spiral out of control. As we drank more, her face flushed, whether from courage or joy, I couldn't tell
. I drank quite a bit too. Later, all I could see was her small mouth opening and closing,
her breasts bouncing and trembling with laughter and breath.
Xiao Wei might have noticed my gaze, but she pretended not to, continuing to chat and laugh with me. This seemingly
unrestrained attitude delighted me, fueling my unbridled fantasies.
17. First Infidelity 1.
After paying the bill and leaving, everything felt natural. Xiao Wei got into the car with me, and I drove straight to the hotel.
A tense atmosphere filled the car. I occasionally stole glances; Xiao Wei's red lips were slightly parted, her eyelashes fluttering slightly,
whether from nervousness or excitement, I couldn't tell. Those slightly bent, snow-white legs under her skirt aroused my desire.
Seemingly unable to withstand my slow, intense gaze, Xiao Wei unconsciously pulled her legs back, trying to hide herself
under that white dress. This aroused me; my throat went dry, and I swallowed. The more I tried to restrain myself, the more impatient I
became. The image of that alluring body flashed before my eyes, along with the pleasure it brought me
. Before even getting to the real thing, I felt the head beneath me begin to stir.
My hands involuntarily released the steering wheel, reaching for those long, captivating legs, and through the thin skirt, I wantonly squeezed them.
I took her hand and began to knead. Xiao Wei squeezed her legs together, a little nervous, but gradually relaxed under my kneading. Watching her eyes
slowly become hazy, I slowly slid my hand between her legs.
It was like a treasure trove radiating golden light, attracting not only my desire to explore but also my
desire to observe. I already knew she wasn't wearing a bra during dinner, and now I was eager to know whether she
was wearing underwear under that long skirt. The skirt was thin; I could easily test it.
Although I had mentally prepared myself, the moment I actually touched her and felt Xiao Wei's body tremble slightly,
the taut string in my mind tightened even more. She wasn't wearing any. I looked at her in disbelief. Perhaps
afraid of my gaze, she turned her shy face to the car window.
I didn't know why Xiao Wei was dressed like this. Had she planned this all along? My chaotic mind
was no longer suited to thinking about such complex questions. Through that thin fabric, I extended my middle finger and gently rubbed the area nearby.
At first, she remained silent, but soon her eyes closed slightly, and she gradually succumbed, instinctively squeezing her legs together.
Soon, I wasn't satisfied with just scratching her; I slowly reached for her skirt with my fingers. Xiao Wei offered only token resistance
before letting go completely, and I easily tickled her skirt up to her buttocks. We couldn't see from outside the car, but from my vantage point, I could clearly
see those long, slender, snow-white legs, and the irresistibly alluring treasure between them.
Our breathing grew heavier, and I hastily withdrew my hand, licking my middle and index fingers, quickly
trying to explore that treasure. But a pair of soft hands grasped mine. Sensing my intention, Xiao Wei
looked at me softly and said, "Don't do this, we're still in the car."
Although she said this, the misty tears in her eyes betrayed her. I
smiled reassuringly at her, gently applying pressure. The resistance lessened, and I persisted, not rushing to dig, but
rather circling the edges, searching. Soon, her eyes were glazed over, and the resistance became negligible.
Knowing the time was right, I tentatively extended my middle finger to push open the treasure vault's door. When I actually touched the edge
, Xiao Wei tensed up, her hands clenching tightly again. But now it was too late to stop her. I straightened my middle
finger, easily opened the door, and rushed in.
Perhaps because it had been sealed for so long, or perhaps because of the previous activity, the treasure vault was full of water, like
jumping into a bathtub. The sudden increase in volume caused the water to ripple, and warm water seeped out from the edges. However, the bathtub
was rather small, even for one person, it felt a bit crowded.
My entire finger was soaking in the bathwater, feeling very warm and comfortable. Faced with my accomplishment, I was quite proud, excited,
and even wanted to laugh. I turned to look at Xiao Wei, but she couldn't meet my gaze and turned her head back to the window.
I only swam around a few times tentatively before the bathtub began to shrink. My fingers felt comfortable,
but the space was getting smaller and tighter. I wasn't about to give up; instead, I wanted to create more space, so I extended
my index finger and squeezed it in as well.
Whether stimulated or instinctive, Xiaowei sat up straight, her slender waist contracting sharply. It was as if a mechanism had been triggered
; her lower body shook wildly, the door closing tightly as if about to collapse. The intense sensation, even with my fingers, felt
incredibly pleasurable.
The bathtub, originally meant for one person, was now crowded with two. But this didn't dampen our
spirits for bathing; we began to slowly move inside. Her legs clamped together, the door opening and closing—at first, it was bearable,
but soon she closed her eyes slightly, her lips parted slightly, and she began to breathe heavily. Occasionally, when a sensitive spot was touched, she would lightly bite
her lip, furrow her brow, and show an expression of both discomfort and pleasure. Her reaction excited me; I felt as if I were on
top of her, moving with the rhythm of my fingers.
But I had no desire to shower inside. We seemed to be arguing, rolling and thrashing about,
thrusting rapidly. Almost instantly, she reacted; her slightly bent legs straightened, her back pressed against the backrest, her
waist arched completely, as if trying to escape, yet also begging for more contact.
Her lower body swayed more and more violently, her flushed face even more striking. She quickly couldn't take it anymore,
gripping my hand tightly, her legs clamped together, her head turning back and forth on the chair, holding her breath for a long time before
exhaling heavily. Her vagina contracted more and more powerfully, and just as I felt she was about to climax, I suddenly stopped. The
rising sensation vanished abruptly, leaving Xiaowei somewhat disoriented, her breath coming in a soft, indignant gasp, emitting a soft
, reproachful moan. I didn't move; instead, with her legs tightly clamped together, she actively arched her back to meet my thrusts.
Watching Xiao Wei lost in her reverie, I felt a surge of smugness. Looking out the window, I said, "Don't move. We're at the hotel. Be
careful not to be seen."
As if struck by lightning, Xiao Wei jerked, jerking back her hands and opening her eyes. Seeing
the receptionist approaching, she quickly sat up straight, frantically adjusting her skirt. Her disheveled appearance filled me with a wicked
thrill. I pulled out my fingers, revealing large water stains, and grabbed a tissue to wipe them.
But Xiao Wei didn't have time to salvage the mess, as the receptionist was already several meters away. She could only pull down
her skirt to cover herself.
"Welcome," the receptionist greeted, opening the passenger door. Whether it was Xiao Wei's beauty or
the flushed cheeks, she seemed somewhat dazed at the doorway.
Normally, Xiao Wei might have calmly ignored this rude reception, but now she was flustered and,
feeling guilty, forced a smile as she replied, "Thank you."
It must be said, she still had some professionalism; the receptionist, regaining her composure, quickly averted her gaze, lowering her head and
avoiding looking at Xiao Wei.
As Xiao Wei stepped out of the car in her eye-catching high heels, several receptionists nearby were drawn
to her. Her height, long legs, slender waist, figure, beauty, and气质 (
qi zhi - a combination of temperament, bearing, and presence), coupled with her alluring eyes and shy demeanor, were all irresistible to them.
I clearly observed one of the receptionists, just like me before, her gaze following those straight
, long legs, involuntarily moving upwards. It seemed the movement took too long; her Adam's apple bobbed, and as she reached
her hips, slender waist, and full breasts, her fingers gripping the car door tightened slightly.
It seems now that men can never escape the allure of women; it doesn't matter who they are, rich or poor. But men want to win...
To win over a beautiful woman, especially one with brains and charisma, one must possess qualities that other men lack—whether it's
good looks, elegance, talent, ability, or money. Clearly, at this moment, the receptionist could only admire and fantasize.
Watching Xiaowei follow me into the hotel, she could only feel jealousy and envy, or secretly curse me.
Without sufficient ability to attract attention, others naturally won't notice you. Just like now, I
simply smiled, not caring about the peeping and fantasizing from the doorway. Xiaowei was the same; after all, she was already used to such
gazes.
Entering the hotel, the cashier's gaze darted back and forth between Xiaowei and me several times while checking into the room. This
annoyed me a bit. Although it was an affair, it wasn't written all over my face, was it? Was it so easy for someone to see through it?
I managed to feign composure, but Xiaowei seemed a little flustered, unsure of what to do. Perhaps her
actions in the car earlier had truly unsettled her, causing her to lose her composure.
As long as there was money, the cashier naturally wouldn't ask any more questions. Although I had been teasing Xiaowei, I couldn't resist anymore;
my crotch was throbbing uncomfortably. Grabbing the room key, I quickly led Xiaowei to the elevator. She was wearing high heels, and her slow
jogging made her quite conspicuous. Luckily, it wasn't check-out time, and there weren't many people in the lobby.
Once in the elevator, in the enclosed space with only the two of us, Xiaowei seemed to slowly come to her senses, playfully slapping me in frustration
. I did feel a little guilty about my earlier outburst, but seeing her lose her composure made it all worthwhile
. I took the opportunity to grab her hand and kiss it hard.
Perhaps worried about someone suddenly entering the elevator, or perhaps wanting revenge, Xiaowei angrily tried to pull her hand away,
but I held it firmly. Xiaowei pouted, glaring at me angrily. I smiled warmly into her eyes, and
under her gaze, I took her finger and gently sucked on it. Perhaps the feeling from before hadn't faded,
or perhaps she was just very sensitive; I quickly succumbed, my body trembling slightly.
Just as we were lost in ecstasy, the elevator bell rang. Xiao Wei instantly withdrew her finger. The elevator doors opened,
revealing a man and a woman standing outside. They seemed surprised to see someone inside, especially the short, stout man, whose eyes gleamed with
admiration when he saw Xiao Wei. Seeing me beside her, he smiled faintly. I glanced at the heavily made-up woman and
nodded knowingly in return.
We quickly reached the room door and opened it. I pulled her onto the bed, and she gasped again.
I pinned her down, restraining her movements, and asked close to her lips, "What are we now?"
"Nothing," Xiao Wei replied stubbornly, her body somewhat limp.
I feigned madness, howling like a wolf, then, like a wolf, I licked her chin
and lips repeatedly.
She cowered in fear, giggling, but the laughter quickly turned into soft panting. She stopped struggling,
her body softening, and her hands began to knead my back heavily. It seemed the pent-up desire from the car ride was still burning within her.
I was excited, teasingly licking her lips. She eagerly opened them, welcoming me with her tongue, our tongues intertwining
. Rich, sweet nectar seeped in and exchanged, stimulating our nerves and igniting our bodies.
I eagerly reached in, inserting my hand diagonally into her deep V-neck. It was undeniably convenient, and since it
was a vacuum inside, I easily reached her magnificent breasts.
She was completely absorbed; a tentative squeeze was enough to make her breath quicken and let out a soft moan. Experiencing
pleasure, she even arched her breasts, actively enticing me. I naturally didn't refuse, completely in control, kneading them wantonly. With force
, she would shrink and moan; with pleasure, she would arch her neck, panting with enjoyment. Taking advantage of this, I would lightly
lick and suck her snow-white neck.
Soon, she was completely limp, her eyes half-closed, lost in boundless pleasure. Now I could do whatever I
wanted, whatever I did or whatever I asked, and she wouldn't refuse; she'd even cooperate enthusiastically. But I no longer
had the heart to tease her; we'd already ignited each other in the car.
I easily pulled down her shoulder strap, and she cooperated by lifting her hips, her skirt sliding down her long legs. Whether she understood I was about to get to
the point, or she also wanted to take things further, she proactively helped me take off my t-shirt and unbuckle my belt. My pants instantly slipped
down, and my "dragon" had already awakened, vigorously imprisoned within the last layer of restraint.
As soon as my pants came off, I saw my underwear bulging high, almost bursting. She was a little dumbfounded,
giving me a surprised and amused look. I looked into her eyes, took her small hand, and pressed it against
my already honed penis through my underwear. I felt an urge to break free of the confinement, trembling uncontrollably. Her pretty face
, flushed red, was practically dripping with blood.
With only the last layer of protection left, I gestured for her to help me take it off. A hint of shyness, anticipation,
excitement, and joy flickered in her eyes; perhaps at this moment, she felt the thrill of unwrapping a gift. She stared intently at my body, hesitantly
slipping her thumb into the waistband of her panties.
I, too, was observing her, watching her shy expression and watching her body react. Although she wasn't wearing a skirt,
she was still in high heels, so I didn't need to bend over; I could simply look down and taste the ripe, pink
cherries on her full breasts.
Watching her slowly pull down the fabric, both shy and fearful, I couldn't wait to reach out
and knead her round, pert buttocks, burying my head in her firm breasts, sucking and tasting them wantonly. The ripe cherries were sweet and juicy, leaving
a lingering aftertaste. Stimulated, she swayed slightly in her high heels, almost losing her balance.
Luckily, she was beside me; she released her grip and hurriedly steadied my waist. Stimulated, the initial shyness quickly vanished
. After regaining her balance, she roughly pulled down her underwear with her remaining hand. The restraints were broken, and
the dragon, trapped for days, finally escaped, thrashing and wreaking havoc in the vast天地 (heaven and earth). I instantly approached Xiaowei, the dragon
sliding between her legs, as if rolling between two pillars of heaven. However, it still brushed past her heavenly gate, startling the heavenly soldiers and generals,
stimulating her to close her eyes and pant softly.
I held her shoulders, pulled her back, and we rolled onto the bed together. At first, there was a hint of panic in her eyes,
but seeing me beside her, she quickly calmed down. The position was almost instinctive; the fire burning within us was unbearable, and we
had no patience for further exploration. My hand casually circled her body a couple of times, gently biting her lip, and we straightened our position.
The dragon moved swiftly, penetrating deeply, heading straight for her heavenly gate. With a soft sound, the heavenly gate was easily knocked open; perhaps it was due to the rain...
The Milky Way had already overflowed, its climate pleasantly mild and humid. The valiant dragon roared joyfully to the sky, its body churning
, charging and frolicking with unbridled abandon, seemingly determined to explore the entire Heavenly Palace.
However, the heavenly soldiers and generals naturally wouldn't allow this wicked dragon to wreak havoc, constantly blocking and intercepting it, trying to capture it and
expel it from the Heavenly Gate. Imprisoned for many days, the valiant dragon was filled with rage, eager to vent its anger, constantly charging left and right, trying to break free of the
encirclement. Although the heavenly soldiers were brave, the valiant dragon was not easy to deal with, and for a time, swords flashed and shadows danced in the Heavenly Palace,
a chaotic scene of fighting.
In this struggle, she was both the most direct victim and the greatest beneficiary. Her expressions constantly changed, sometimes
a light, joyful laugh, sometimes a furrowed brow in pain; her voice also constantly shifted, from low to high, from long to short.
18. First Infidelity 2
For some reason, Xiao Wei was much more proactive today than last time. Seemingly afraid I would pull away, wanting closer
contact, she not only kept her grip on me tightly throughout, but her two alluring long legs also wrapped tightly around my waist,
rendering me immobile.
I was like a lawnmower at full throttle, recklessly sweeping away the weeds before me, but no matter how hard I tried, the weeds
would grow back. The tenacity of life rendered the lawnmower powerless; although it could maintain its advantage in the process,
the weeds would regenerate endlessly, while the lawnmower would eventually grow old and break down.
The powerful thrust caused the Milky Way to overflow, and her long, black hair was scattered on the bedside. The dragon crashed into
the Heavenly Gate, disrupting everything in the Heavenly Court, constantly emitting rhythmic and rapid sounds. Seemingly unable to withstand the impact, she also
gasped, groaned, and gasped with each rhythm.
Watching her sometimes intoxicated, sometimes blissful appearance, I felt very smug. I ran my hands behind her neck, propped
myself up, and moved only my waist. I could clearly see her breasts heaving violently, left and right, back and forth, occasionally even circling
, like a playful little creature, arousing my affection.
During this process, I carefully observed the changes in her expressions and gradually discovered certain patterns. Whenever my body
thrust towards the left side of her clitoris, she would frown and tighten her body, as if something sensitive made her afraid to be touched. However
, the intense pleasure arising from this fear was irresistible. When I thrust towards the right side, the corners of her mouth would turn up, showing pleasure and
excitement, but that wasn't enough. Every time she frowned, I knew her body craved deeper contact.
Understanding her nature made me want to try it. Following the pattern, I kept making her frown, feel pleasure, and experience satisfaction.
Within minutes, I felt her clitoris become chaotic, shaking all over. Knowing she was close, I straightened up, held her slender
waist, and went all out, thrusting wildly according to the pattern, giving her the most intense stimulation.
Like a raging dragon, it churned and tormented the Heavenly Court, disrupting the entire celestial palace. She quickly began to falter
, reaching out her hands to try and block my advances, but this feeble resistance was destined to be futile. Perhaps she
didn't truly want to stop me, for the desire within her compelled her to go further, deeper.
Unable to bear it any longer, her body began to sway and struggle, her hands gripping the blankets tightly, pulling and releasing. The Heavenly
Court seemed on the verge of collapse, violently contracting, shaking, and trembling. Suddenly, the Heavenly Gate slammed shut. She braced her head against the headboard,
arching her back, her massive form appearing even more majestic and striking.
The Milky Way burst its banks, flooding the land, but dragons, by nature fond of water, could not be submerged by the flood; it only made them
more active and joyful. The tightly closed Heavenly Gate, however, caused considerable trouble for the dragon, like a tight band binding it, preventing
it from swimming freely.
I did not stop, continuing my assault. Although her body was tense, it was clearly no match for the violent impact. After
only a few rounds, she was knocked down again and collapsed onto the bed. The scene inside the Heavenly Gate remained unchanged
, instead bringing her even greater stimulation. Her small mouth was open, but she couldn't make a sound; only her body trembled slightly
, revealing her state of being. I don't
know how much time passed, a minute or three minutes, before she gradually recovered. She opened her eyes,
staring blankly at me, as if she had forgotten what had just happened. Of course, I wouldn't let her forget. I got up, retreated to the floor,
grabbed her legs, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Standing on the floor, I thrust in. At this moment, she was like a mindless
puppet, completely at my mercy. This position allowed me to exert more force.
The resistance and constricting force slowly disappeared, and the dragon was finally freed and regained its freedom. Knowing
the secret of her body, it was easy to ensnare her. In just a few minutes, I had her lost again.
This time, I didn't intend to hold back; the battle began with a full-scale attack. She was like a blade of grass before a thousand horses
, the earth trembling and the mountains shaking beneath her feet, swaying helplessly in the wind. The mountains trembled violently with the sinking earth; she
wanted to scream, but couldn't; she wanted to escape, but had no strength. She clung tightly to those two long legs, like
two lifelines grasping at straws. With the beating of war drums, the horses, initially still, surged forth in fury, galloping across the vast grasslands
, chasing after that exhilarating freedom of body and mind.
We forgot everything; all that remained was that pair of striking black high heels swaying in my arms, like
withered leaves in a gale, about to fall at any moment. I lowered one of her legs, reached out and grasped those
uncontrollable breasts, kneading and squeezing them wantonly. At that moment, it felt as if the whole world was in my grasp.
She was stimulated, her eyes tightly closed, seemingly afraid to look, or perhaps carefully savoring the various pleasures emanating from within her
. The Heavenly Gate began to open and close rhythmically again. The dragon, no longer free, still desperately wanted to break free of its cage.
Seeing the time was right, I released the insurmountable mountain, removed the high
heel from one of her legs, and lifted that leg again. With each thrust, the Heavenly Gate became increasingly uncontrollable, and I felt her approaching
climax. I brought that leg to my lips and sucked on it.
Stimulated, she opened her eyes and looked at me in terror. I looked back into her eyes, continuing to suck and gently bite her
toes. I could feel her toes tightening, her body tightening along with them.
I increased the power of my waist, launching a full-force attack. Perhaps this time she wouldn't allow me to hold back, or perhaps her body was no longer satisfied with my current pace; she actually took the initiative to hold my waist, 　　pushing and shoving
with my attacks . 　　Her reaction stimulated my spirit, her body stimulated my penis, making me lose control.

The magma already churning within me became even more active, the volcano seemingly on the verge of eruption. I felt a force
squeezing, resisting, but the more I resisted, the stronger the rebound seemed to become.
This time, it was my body that relaxed first; the intense suppression caused the volcano to erupt prematurely. A low roar erupted, thick
smoke billowed, and flames shot into the sky. She, too, was on the verge of eruption, stimulated by the scalding magma, and could no longer bear it.
Her legs tightened, she screamed in terror, and a torrent of water poured down, seemingly trying to block and melt the scalding lava.
The two forces collided, a breathtaking spectacle, a fusion of heaven and earth. Although the battle
drums of war continued to beat, our spirits were no longer on the battlefield; only our bodies remained, still experiencing the constant
, stimulating pleasure.
But neither of us seemed willing to stop. The celestial river was already full; each impact squeezed out
a considerable amount of rain, nourishing the earth, allowing the crushed grass to sprout and grow strong.
I continued thrusting until my penis was completely limp and slipped out. She seemed still lost in pleasure, her legs tightly
wrapped around me, her hands gripping my waist, unwilling to let go. I held her legs up to my shoulders, gently rubbing her calves,
hoping to bring her even greater pleasure.
Her two long, snow-white legs were bare, and I couldn't help but kiss, suck, and lick them. Stimulated, her eyelashes fluttered
, and her delicate body trembled.
Xiao Wei lay limply on the bed, taking a long time to recover. I gently stroked her body. Her sensitivity, her
eagerness, and the fire in her heart made me somewhat suspicious. Pretending to be nonchalant, I tentatively asked, "
How is your husband treating you now?"
I mustered a lot of courage to ask this question, after all, it involved too much, not just her, but me,
and two families.
Xiao Wei opened her still misty eyes, stared at me for a few seconds, and asked, "Do you care?" I
kissed her shoulder, smiled, and nodded.
A hint of satisfaction finally appeared in her eyes, but it quickly faded as she said, "He hasn't been back for over a month
. We rarely contact each other now. Even when he did come back, it was only for a few days, and we have less and less to talk about."
My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't help but wonder if Xiaowei was venting her frustrations about her husband,
or if she was simply seeking her own satisfaction. I never considered myself the kind of
man a woman would fall in love with at first sight, let alone a proud and beautiful woman like her.
That might be part of it, but I didn't think it was the whole story; she just hadn't revealed the specific reasons yet
. But whatever the reason, I was willing to give myself to a woman like her. I couldn't explain why; perhaps it was my
lust, or perhaps I sensed something in her.
I wanted to ask Xiaowei why she didn't leave him. But I couldn't bring myself to ask, because it wouldn't just be breaking up their
family, but also because I couldn't give her a promise, let alone tell her to find a better man. Unable to
comfort Xiaowei with words, I could only hold her tightly, offering her physical comfort, hoping to give her some warmth. Because I could sense
that within that proud, exquisite body lay loneliness. Sensing my emotions, she
nestled peacefully in my arms, no longer speaking.
Perhaps we were too tired, or perhaps the atmosphere was just right, we watched TV while lying close together
for a while.
"How's your wife lately? Have you taken her out again?" Xiao Wei asked, stroking my chest.
"Hmm? Once, but I've been quite busy lately." I hadn't expected Xiao Wei to ask that.
"Your wife is quite accepting of this, quite charming, I didn't expect that." After a moment of silence, Xiao Wei
asked again, "Aren't you afraid your wife will cheat on you someday?"
"Actually, my wife is a very traditional and reserved person. We only started dating recently. My wife still
loves me very much, and I trust her." I said calmly.
"Then do you really love her now?" Xiao Wei suddenly looked at me with a confused expression.
"I think so." I didn't dare to meet her eyes and looked up at the TV.
"If you love her, why take her out? Watching her have sex with other men, is that what you call loving her?"
Xiaowei seemed a little disappointed. "
After being married for a long time, the passion isn't as strong as it was at the beginning. This adds some spice to the relationship," I explained
.
"You're so good at talking..." Xiaowei said, giving my lower body a hard squeeze, and playfully continued, "Then,
going to a hotel with me, is that also a sign of loving her?"
For a moment, I didn't know how to answer. I started to hesitate about what I had just said.
I didn't know if I truly loved my wife deep down; I just felt I couldn't live without her.
"When I see a beautiful woman, I can't resist," I replied after a moment of silence, giving her breasts a hard squeeze
.
"You men are just lustful, and he (the single man) is the same. My husband has never had these kinds of thoughts,"
Xiaowei said with a smug, playful laugh.
I admitted I was indeed lustful, but only towards women I had been intimate with. I
had never thought of breaking up anyone's family. Hearing Xiaowei say that, I felt a little embarrassed.
"By the way, when you were with him, did he often take you out for swapping games?" I asked curiously.
"No, I actually don't like that. This is the first time with you guys," Xiaowei said calmly.
I could tell that Xiaowei wasn't lying; I could tell from her calm expression. Xiaowei is a fragile girl,
but she's quite loyal in matters of the heart, so I believed her.
"He's very considerate towards me and never does anything I don't like. It's just that his tastes are a bit strange, and I ca
n't quite accept them," Xiaowei continued when I didn't speak.
"What kind of tastes?" I asked, intrigued.
"He always likes to play bondage, role-playing, uniforms, and things like that, and he especially likes anal
sex. Anyway, I'm a little uncomfortable with it," Xiaowei said calmly, still nestled against my chest.
I was somewhat surprised. I believe any man would be excited to hear this, especially coming from a beautiful woman
. It made me feel a little frantic. I tried my best to control myself, taking a deep breath to conceal
my inner turmoil.
"It's pretty normal, as long as you don't go too far. You often see this kind of thing online; it's quite exciting."
"But I'm just curious, I've never done it before," I said, trying to sound calm.
"You and your wife have never done it? Not even anal sex?" Xiao Wei
asked, seemingly incredulous.
"Yeah, I asked before, but my wife is more traditional and can't accept something so avant-garde," I said helplessly.
I've never thought about, nor dared to think about, anything exciting. I was afraid it would affect our relationship
, so my first anal sex experience was with Ya Ya.
"After that swap with you guys last time, did your wife mention what they did in the other room
?" she asked, looking at me curiously.
"Yeah, my wife didn't tell me anything after that, and I was worried about them for a long time,
" I said, vaguely suspecting what had happened to my wife that night. "
He (the single man) later described it to me as the craziest night he'd ever had. They
did it almost all night, all sorts of positions, and they even did oral sex and anal sex, and he said your wife
was really into it," Xiao Wei said, briefly recounting the events of that night to me, seeing my puzzled expression.
"She never mentioned it to me," I said, looking at Xiaowei with a bewildered expression, somewhat unable to believe what she was saying
. A strange sense of regret welled up inside me. On one hand, I didn't know why my wife was hiding it from me; on the other hand,
I felt a pang of jealousy.
"That's why I couldn't understand when you said you'd never done this before," Xiaowei said, seeing my
sadness, and kissed me gently, comforting me. "I'm so sorry, if I knew, I wouldn't have mentioned it."
"Thank you, I really don't blame you. I just don't understand why she kept it from me," I said resentfully.
"I'm a woman too, I understand her. She loves you so much that she presents her best
side to you, not wanting you to see her flaws," Xiaowei
said, gently stroking my cheek and looking at me tenderly.
"Hmm, maybe so... Thank you," I said gratefully, calming myself down after hearing Xiaowei's words.
I didn't know what else my wife was hiding from me, and I wanted to find out. Although I felt a little sad, I
was mostly excited. I wanted to see another side of my wife, especially the side behind my back.
19.
Perhaps stimulated by Xiaowei's caresses earlier, or perhaps reminded of my wife's encounter with a single man, and now, under
the triple stimulation of alcohol, it's hard to say whether it was adaptation or succumbing. Before long, we were intertwined again
. I roughly rubbed and kneaded her delicate body. Each time I squeezed her firm breasts,
she bit her lip and cried out in pain, but her eyes were filled with satisfaction and heat. Her red lips lightly bit my lip,
sucking and teasing my face.
Hearing Xiaowei say that she had been anally penetrated had excited me. Now, thinking of my wife having been
anally penetrated, I became even more excited. Perhaps this was an invitation; now I wanted to
try it again. The desire I had just released swelled again, filling my body, and burning even more uncontrollably than before
. Without asking, I eagerly and excitedly turned her over.
I held Xiaowei's slender waist, making her buttocks stick up high. I deliberately turned on the light. She was a little embarrassed and indignant,
pulling the blanket over her head. I had no mind to provoke her, because my gaze was completely captivated by that pink,
delicate clitoris, which kept contracting in fear.
I lowered my head to kiss it, and she trembled all over, her tense body telling me of her nervousness. I didn't rush to offend her,
because I knew it wouldn't be that simple. I extended my tongue, tracing its path over her snow-white, upturned buttocks, letting her become familiar with, like, and
love this feeling. I felt her delicate body soften little by little as my tongue slowly touched and glided over it. Her snow-white skin
slowly turned rosy under the light, a blush rising all over her body. Once she got used to it, I kept rotating and gently thrusting at that wonderful spot.
She gradually sank in, her hands gripping the blanket, beginning to pant softly with my touch. When I reached her, her legs would involuntarily
tighten. I gently supported her, then slowly moved them away. It was like a beautiful mimosa, 　　involuntarily contracting
when it felt the heat and was touched .
This beautiful scene was a rare sight, which aroused my interest, and I kept probing. She kept
her head down, as if she was shy, or perhaps she was savoring the sensation.
She slowly became familiar with the touch, began to relax, and felt it, letting out soft moans. Knowing the time was right, I extended my index finger
to test it. Perhaps she wasn't used to hard objects yet; as soon as my fingertip went in a little, she recoiled, turned around, and cried
out in pain.
I had to stop, gently stroking her back and buttocks to calm her down, and then I used my little finger. But the result was
the same. Helpless, I ran to the bathroom to get some shower gel. When I returned, I saw that perhaps she was scared, or perhaps she
didn't want me to spoil the fun, she finally gave in. I applied the shower gel to her tender areas, not wanting to waste my efforts or delay any longer
. This time, I held her waist. My little finger slowly moved in, initially not penetrating, but lightly gliding around the entrance, waiting for her
to become familiar and relax before suddenly breaking in.
Startled by the sudden intrusion, or perhaps in pain, she cried out, instinctively trying to escape, but I held
her waist, leaving her nowhere to run. Unaccustomed to the sensation, the lotion combined with the stimulation of my fingers made her bite her lip, her whole body trembling
, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure.
After a few seconds, I could clearly feel the contracting force on my fingers, and the instinctive urge to expel. Even
without actually entering her body, a constant pleasure emanated from my fingers, indescribable whether it was mental pleasure or
the actual physical sensation.
Once she was used to it, I slowly pushed in, and she instantly tensed up, clamping my fingers tightly. I was
losing patience; I knew I had to get her used to it eventually. I didn't stop, continuing to forcefully and slowly enter and exit, trying to widen the path
.
Whether it was stimulation or pain, she quickly couldn't bear it, screaming in pain, turning around and grabbing
my hand tightly, trying to stop me from going any further. Unable to force my way in, I shifted my position, reaching down to scratch my lower body, occasionally lightly
ringing the doorbell. Desire was already burning within her, but she wasn't yet ready to engage.
My action was like adding fuel to the fire, igniting another flame. She was instantly powerless to resist, screaming
as she collapsed limply onto the bed. I was able to continue my assault; whether it was the initial stimulation or the subsequent adaptation, she…
Her body was completely relaxed, finally allowing for a deep penetration.
I could feel the wriggling, the resistance, the tightness, the contraction of her entrance. Watching her succumb, screaming, I
felt triumphant and delighted. I increased the intensity of my teasing, and her flow began to overflow; even the mimosa was no longer so shy. I
switched from my little finger to my index finger, and finally to my middle finger. When I switched to my middle finger, she instinctively resisted again, but ultimately succumbed to my teasing and became powerless to resist.
It's always difficult to break through in the harem. Even though Xiao Wei had tried before, she still couldn't control herself; she
would contract uncontrollably. Ordinary tightness produced pleasure, but intense tightness caused pain, making it impossible to continue.
So I had to make her completely relax and adapt.
I kissed and soothed every sensitive spot, and it took about ten minutes before I slowly broke through amidst her
moans of pain and pleasure. After half a year of hard work, the harvest season had finally arrived. I picked up the long-awaited carrying pole and could
n't wait to climb the mountain.
Even with lubrication and a cleared road, the lack of human habitation and the vines blocking the path made it difficult to traverse. Along the way
, she kept crying out in pain, wanting to escape and begging to stop, but having already gone this far, she couldn't stop any longer.
The hardworking farmer slowly entered, and amidst Xiao Wei's cries of pain, finally broke through and entered the field. Looking at the
golden rice covering the ground, the farmer was very excited, but to allow her to adjust, he suppressed his burning desire and didn't
rush to harvest it.
She seemed to have just gone through a great battle, lying on the bed panting, tears welling in her eyes, pitiful, as if she couldn't bear the pain, evoking pity. Her pain and endurance, however, brought me a sense of conquest and desire, 　　greatly satisfying
my soul . I felt that at this moment, I possessed her entirely, not just her body, but also her spirit, 　　her soul, everything about her. 　　She frowned, her buds occasionally contracting, as if getting used to it, or as if trying to drive me out. Having gone to so much trouble 　　to enter, how could I bear to leave? She had aroused my desire, and I was eager to taste her, wanting to kiss her sweet fragrance. A little 　　bee spread its wings, slowly flitting among the flowers. 　　Whether startled, hurt, or reluctant to let the little bee leave, the mimosa 　　trembled and contracted with the slightest movement, accompanied by a painful cry. She instantly turned and grabbed my hand, stopping me 　　. 　　I knew there would be discomfort and pain at first, but I had to endure it. To make her more comfortable and soothe 　　her, I supported her waist, helping her slowly lie on her side, then gradually turning her over until she was in a mate-like 　　position on the bed. To my surprise, whether from being too tightly contracted or from fear of pain during movement, she 　　cooperated remarkably well, and even after turning over, the little bee remained encased within. 　　She rolled and turned inside, and I could clearly feel the pressure and the changes in the compressed areas. She was also 　　stimulated, clenching her teeth and emitting soft moans of pain. This position relieved 　　much of the pressure on her body, and she was already impatient. As soon as her breathing became steady, the little bee slowly moved, emerging from the bud 　　. 　　She reached out again, blocking us, looking at me pleadingly. I knew she was uncomfortable and 　　understood her distress, but it was unavoidable. All I could do was be gentle and slow, hoping to make her more comfortable 　　and cause her less harm. I grasped her hands that were blocking my way, slowed down, and crawled slowly. 　　When I pulled out, her brow relaxed, her expression softened; when I entered, her body tensed, her bud tightened. Still not back 　　in control, unaccustomed to it, her pressure was painful, like a bee being crushed. We both 　　groaned in pain, but she screamed, I growled. 　　We were both trapped; we had to work together to escape. I bent down, slipped my hands under her neck, 　　and kissed the corner of her mouth to distract her. Although I teased her, she was really uncomfortable, her eyes 　　pleading for me to stop. But I wanted her to get used to it, because if I didn't succeed this time, it might leave a shadow, 　　making it difficult to have another chance. 　　I looked back at her reassuringly and continued to slide slowly. Each time I entered her, she seemed struck a heavy blow, exhaling a hot breath and 　　letting out a cry of surprise. Her hands, clinging to my back, suddenly tightened, squeezing me painfully. The fragrance of her breath and 　　the pressure on my back were all responses to me, making me unable to stop, unable to resist. 　　I gradually increased the force and speed, like a diligent little bee building her own love nest. 　　Perhaps to cooperate with me, or perhaps she was truly beginning to experience pleasure, although there was still pain, she slowly 　　adapted. The force of her contractions lessened, the passage widened, making it easier for the bee to enter and exit, and 　　less painful. 　　We both slowly adapted, felt, and cooperated with each other, gradually experiencing the pleasure. This kind of training, this taming, 　　will always make a man happy, addicted, and unable to extricate himself. When a woman faces a man she is attracted to, she will also willingly make him 　　the center of her world, willingly giving and revolving around him. Even if the price paid is somewhat painful, they 　　will still feel pleasure and happiness. Because they only need to see the man happy to feel happy. 　　The sensitive plant slowly adapted and opened up, her reaction less intense. Watching her relax her brow, 　　her gasps and screams gradually turning into soft panting, I felt immense joy; it was a kind of spiritual satisfaction. As her hands 　　relaxed, I straightened up, held her slender waist, and probed even deeper. 　　Earlier, to help her adjust, I had only moved around the edge of her bud; the impact caused her to open her mouth wide, her 　　eyes filled with fear as she looked at me. I reassured her not to be nervous and continued pushing. I could clearly feel the writhing inside. She 　　reached out to stop me, but I grabbed her hand and thrust all the way in. 　　She arched her back, sobbing, tears welling in her eyes, but I couldn't care less. My desire was uncontrollable. 　　I withdrew and thrust in again, each time to the maximum, hoping to quickly open up the space and let her become familiar and accustomed. 　　Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her small mouth gaped open, her hands flailing wildly around her. 　　Although it was somewhat cruel, her expression and physical reactions brought me immense pleasure. This 　　was both training and conquest. Each intrusion brought back heat, a burning pleasure that I found indescribable. 　　That heat was irresistible to her; her eyes held a mixture of pain, enjoyment, joy, and 　　bewilderment. Her gaze was dazed, her expression shifting with each thrust and withdrawal. Finally, the mimosa adapted to the onslaught 　　, becoming more stable. She no longer resisted so much, slowly sinking in.

This was all fun. I carefully observed her expression, not missing a single detail. The bee finally
escaped from the mimosa, regaining its freedom and becoming active, quickly flitting among the flowers, collecting nectar.
The stream began to overflow, the calls became chaotic, and watching the flowing white nectar, I could clearly sense her
state of being. The bee tried to dart left and right among the flowers, her expression becoming unpredictable, her calls varying in length and
intensity. All of this was under my control, under the speed of my thrusts, the depth of my penetration.
Finally experiencing the pleasure, she, already sensitive, became even more vulnerable. Before long, she arched her back
, trying to escape, looking at me, repeatedly crying out, "I can't take it anymore, stop, wait a moment."
I completely ignored her. At this moment, men love to watch women struggle and fight, helpless and powerless
. I grasped her hands as she tried to resist, thrusting even more fiercely and rapidly. The contact became intimate, the collisions began
to make sounds, her breasts bounced, her cries were lewd, and the foot of the bed swayed in response.
In the slow, rapid, and violent thrusting, she quickly lay on the bed as if dead, panting and motionless. I
continued my work, and soon winter turned to spring; she slowly regained her vitality, crying out in pain, sobbing, and sinking into ecstasy again.
Watching all this, I felt as if I were watching a beautiful spring painting; every expression, every breath,
every scream was etched into my mind. Her breasts rose and fell, her thighs sometimes tightened, sometimes coiled,
the sounds of slapping echoing incessantly.
Midway through, she suddenly arched her back, trying to get up, crying that she couldn't take it anymore and needed to urinate. Her vagina was now like a fountain
, constantly gushing water from its source, and in large quantities. This intrigued me, and I suddenly wanted to try it out.
I pulled out the drill bit, and with a wicked sense of humor, changed positions, inserting it into her vagina.
My lower body was already familiar with it, so naturally, I wasn't as cautious as in the back room. I grabbed her waist and thrust violently,
pounding into her. The battlefield was brutal, filled with screams as large numbers of soldiers fell, their blood flooding the weeds and gushing
forth.
She felt as if she'd been struck by a charging rhinoceros, screaming loudly, clutching the blanket, struggling and sobbing,
utterly powerless to escape. The inner gate, though not as tight as the rear, was warm and incredibly comfortable, with abundant water and grass, perfect for
a horse's gallop. But I wanted to experience something different. After a fierce charge, once she was completely disarmed and powerless to resist
, I turned my attention back, launching a counterattack straight for the rear.
Flames flickered, ice shards flew, the inner gate was damp, and entering and exiting was a splashing sound, like stepping in water. The rear was tight
, and entering and exiting was a gurgling sound, like stepping in mud. The contractions, the sensations—they were completely different, incomparable
.
Alternating between the two, she felt as if she had fallen into a hell of ice and fire, sometimes burning hot, sometimes freezing cold. Her head kept
swaying, as if she might die at any moment, while her waist twisted incessantly, occasionally retaliating. I didn't
know what state she was in, nor what she truly felt, but her reaction told me she was in a daze
.
Whether stimulated by Xiao Wei's reaction or by the scene, I quickly became hot all over.
Unconsciously, I increased my strength, and the heat slowly gathered within me. She tensed, gazing at me with a dazed look, the pressure more
intense than ever before, making it impossible for me to move easily.
After only a few thrusts, I was overwhelmed, watching the torrent of heat surge forth. I was stimulated, this mental
stimulation outweighing the physical, and I could no longer resist. Impacted by the heat, she trembled, and her flow
intensified. Having won
the battle, she quickly couldn't hold back any longer, pushing me away and running into the bathroom. Exhausted, I fell into a deep sleep.
20. Unexpected Video 1
Perhaps because I was too tired the night before, I was woken up early by Xiao Wei; it was almost 7:30. Knowing my wife would be off
work soon, I hurriedly got up. She was already dressed and sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, watching me.
Leaving the hotel, I tentatively asked Xiaowei if she wanted me to take her home. It was just a polite gesture. If
I had more time, I wouldn't have done that, but now I was worried my wife would get suspicious if she didn't see me.
I thought Xiaowei would understand and take a taxi home herself, but to my surprise, she nodded without hesitation. I felt like
I'd shot myself in the foot, but I had no choice but to bite the bullet and drive her home. We drove quickly and
were both silent.
Soon we arrived at the entrance to the apartment complex. Before getting out, Xiaowei turned around, straightened my clothes and hair, and then
kissed me heavily on the cheek. I didn't even feel like appreciating it. Xiaowei didn't say anything, opened the car door, and
drove away in her high heels.
As I turned the car around to leave, a sudden realization dawned on me. I glanced back again, saw
her figure at the window, gave a bitter smile, and drove away quickly. All the way home, I opened the car window, letting the cool breeze blow in, trying to calm myself and 　　forget
what had happened that night as quickly as possible . I racked my brains trying to come up with a lie, hoping to avoid her questions if she got home first. But it 　　was all in vain. Even as I drove to my building, the image of Xiaowei under me kept flashing through my mind , and 　　I couldn't think of a solution. I was afraid to face my wife, and hesitated at the door for almost two 　　minutes before finally patting my face and mustering the courage to open the door. I was very nervous, checking myself several times 　　to make sure I had no clues before daring to go inside. 　　When I got home and found my wife hadn't come home from work yet, my heart finally settled. I truly understood 　　what it felt like to cheat. I hated this feeling; I felt guilty, like I had let my wife down. 　　But facing Xiaowei, I was completely powerless. I tried to convince myself that this time with Xiaowei was 　　n't cheating; it was just satisfying our needs... 　　Because I hadn't cleaned myself up after yesterday's encounter, I rushed home early this morning, so as soon as I got home, I 　　practically fled to the bathroom to shower. 　　As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard my wife's voice from the living room: "Honey, I'm home. I brought you 　　breakfast." 　　"Okay!" I replied casually, changing into my suit, avoiding her gaze. 　　My wife came closer, straightened my clothes, and said, "Hurry up and eat breakfast, or you'll be 　　late for work." 　　"Honey, you've been working the night shift all night, you must be tired. Go and rest. I'll take it to the office, otherwise..."

"It's really too late." Seeing my wife's tenderness, I felt a little lost, thinking I should quickly get out of her sight
to avoid her noticing anything suspicious.
"Okay. Be careful on the road, text me when you get there," my wife said as she helped me pack my things
.
My wife was still the same understanding, gentle, and considerate wife, but I felt like I didn't recognize myself anymore.
Just half a year ago, I was certain that I was absolutely loyal to my wife and the Party, but now I couldn't explain why I would
spend the night with another woman, and I felt guilty towards my wife. I
was somewhat absent-minded at work all day, but thankfully, the work wasn't too busy. I couldn't help but think
about what Xiaowei had said about my wife, and thinking about it made my heart ache. But at the same time, it was accompanied by a little
excitement, stimulating the evil thoughts deep within me, making me want to find out more.
In the evening, since my wife wasn't around, I was bored and browsed the internet idly. On one hand, I wanted to learn more
about SM, and on the other hand, I wanted to find some more exciting dating parties. Men are always like this;
once they experience stimulation, they crave even more, always wanting to try something new.
Just then, a video post titled "Training and Cumshotting My Friend's Wife 3" inadvertently caught my eye.
The post was written by a netizen from Beijing. There were many replies, and the post was highlighted by the moderator, so
I clicked on it out of curiosity.
The video wasn't very clear, but it was still watchable. Judging from the setting, it seemed to be in a hotel bathroom.
The female protagonist was wearing a mask similar to a Venetian princess, covering most of her face, standing with her back to the camera in front of the bathroom
window, looking outside.
Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wore only a simple white bra and
transparent white lace panties, with a garment resembling an apron or a bellyband around her waist. Overall,
the woman in the video had a good figure; although her facial features weren't fully visible, she seemed quite young.
The video begins with the woman standing with her back to the camera, looking out the window for a moment. She then strikes some simple poses.
Afterward, seemingly hearing the man tell her to undress, she removes her small undergarment. Shortly after,
the man enters the video, fixing the camera to the side, his face not visible, only wearing
underwear.
He walks behind the woman, hugs her tightly, and after caressing her for a while, makes her turn
to face him. From the makeup visible beneath her mask, the woman is heavily made up, with bright red lips contrasting
against her snow-white skin and long, black eyelashes, giving her a seductive yet beautiful appearance.
As the video continues, the woman kneels down, pulls down the man's underwear, and, holding his penis with one hand,
begins to perform oral sex. Her technique isn't particularly skilled, but it's clear she's not a novice; she
closes her eyes and passionately sucks and licks.
During the act, the man would occasionally pull the woman's head towards him with both hands, forcing her to swallow his penis completely
. The woman seemed uncomfortable, constantly pushing against his thighs with her hands to slightly resist. The oral sex lasted for about
five minutes, at which point the man seemed to become impatient and helped the woman up. After a brief face-to-face embrace, he quickly
removed her bra and began kneading her breasts with both hands. Although her breasts weren't large, they
were firm and not sagging at all. After kneading for a short while, the man turned the woman around again, so that she was facing away from him once more.
He made her bend forward slightly, half-squatting, while sticking out her buttocks.
The man continued to knead and tease the woman's breasts from behind, occasionally rubbing her nipples. The woman seemed
somewhat aroused; after a while, she supported herself on the windowsill with both hands, her body
swaying involuntarily from side to side. Because the camera was positioned to their side, the details of the kneading were clearly visible.
Her breasts were almost completely deformed from being squeezed each time, and with each kneading, the woman would gently bite her lip, her expression one
of pure enjoyment and ecstasy.
After kneading for more than two minutes, the man reached his right hand into the woman's panties and began to caress and tease
her, his technique appearing very gentle. At the same time, the man adjusted the woman's position, positioning her in a half-
squatting position facing the camera. He then removed her remaining panties and eagerly
thrust his penis into her vagina. Although the video had no sound, the woman's facial expressions and lip movements showed that she
was moaning incessantly, clearly in ecstasy. After thrusting for more than two minutes, the man turned the woman back to her previous
side position, seemingly wanting the camera to record the entire insertion process. At the end of the video, the man
increased the frequency, thrusting more than ten times before ejaculating inside the woman, each time accompanied
by a violent tremor in her body.
Although the video was only about 10 minutes long and the picture quality wasn't particularly clear, it was still quite captivating,
reminiscent of the Uniqlo video scandal I watched not long ago. After watching, I was completely drawn to the woman in the video. Not
only did she have a great figure and a vaguely attractive face, but what fascinated me even more was the striking resemblance between her and my wife's expressions
, especially the way she lightly bit her lip—it was incredibly alluring and made me involuntarily think of my wife.
Seeing that this was the third installment, I figured there must be two more. So, with immense excitement
, I went to the poster's profile and found their most recent posts. Sure enough, there were two more, so I
randomly chose to watch the second one.
The video was very short, less than 4 minutes, and the screen kept swaying from side to side. It was clear that the poster was
filming with his phone while having sex with the woman. In the video, the woman was completely naked, kneeling on the bed, her buttocks raised high
, her back to the man. Judging from her figure, she was likely the same woman from the third video.
The man initially rubbed his penis around the woman's vaginal opening for a while, waiting for her to become wet.
Then, he used his finger, moistened with the fluid from her vagina, to slowly move it towards her anus,
circling and lubricating it. Seemingly not satisfied, he also moistened the cervix with his saliva,
preparing for the anal sex to come. It was clear the man was very experienced. After a short while, he slowly and deliberately
inserted a finger into her cervix.
The woman trembled instantly, arching her back as if to retreat, but the man held her firmly. At the same time, he lowered his head and
kissed her slender waist, seemingly trying to distract her, while his fingers remained inside,
waiting for her to adjust.
After a moment, seeing that she no longer resisted, he began to slowly slide his fingers in and out of her opening.
Judging from her reaction, she seemed to be adapting quickly, not like it was her first time. Not long after, seemingly seeing
the time was right, the man slowly inserted his middle finger as well.
Because the camera was very close to the harem, it was clear that the entrance to her vagina was being gradually widened by his fingers,
while simultaneously contracting. The scene in the video deeply stimulated me. It felt like I was undertaking
a career, a challenge; the mental pleasure made my penis as hard as iron.
This time it was the same as before, only the woman seemed to be in more pain than before. She kept trying to stop him with her hands,
and when that didn't work, she finally gripped his hand tightly. At the same time, her head involuntarily swayed from side to side,
her long hair disheveled and covering her face. Although there was no concealment or blurring this time,
the woman's appearance was still unclear, only a general outline could be seen.
Two fingers lingered inside the woman's body for a moment, without withdrawing, but slowly rotating as they withdrew.
The woman, not quite used to it yet, seemed to suddenly feel empty in her excited state,
her head half-turned back, unsatisfied.
The man picked up his penis, holding the head, and began to slowly insert it into the woman's anus. Perhaps due to
the influence of the fingers earlier, the entry was smooth. The woman gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her reaction not very strong. Until
the man had inserted the entire penis, he began to thrust almost without pausing. Whether it was adaptation
or surrender, it was unclear whether the woman was gradually getting used to it, like a female dog in heat, raising her buttocks higher and
twisting more fiercely, cooperating with the man's entry and exit.
The man gripped the woman's buttocks tightly with one hand and her hand with the other, thrusting for over a minute. Seemingly unable to withstand
the contractions and pressure of her anus, he suddenly began to thrust violently. In that instant, the woman turned her head,
her brows furrowed, her eyes closed, and the video ended.
I thought I would finally see the beautiful woman's face in the video, but then came the half-concealed beauty, making me
very anxious. Because in the last instant of the video, from the small part of the woman's face that appeared when she turned around, I seemed
to see a resemblance to my wife. But considering my wife's character, she wouldn't do such a thing with someone else, especially
someone from Beijing, so I only became more curious.
The man seemed to be secretly filming the whole process, and when he saw the woman try to turn around, he quickly turned off his phone.
At this moment, my lower body was fully awake, struggling in its cage, trying to break free.
My wicked desires prompted me to quickly open the first video again.

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