A respectable wife who swallowed semen

My wife, a decent woman with curly pubic hair, is rather willful and strong-willed. Her experiences with other men over the past ten years have been both fascinating and exciting. The biggest advantage of her being with outsiders is that it brings great surprise and joy to our otherwise dull married life. Married life is inherently exciting, but over time it inevitably becomes bland. The stimulation from outsiders is refreshing. When my wife gets aroused, she's much more interesting than other women, especially after being "trained" by different men. Different men have different sex styles, and their penises vary in size and length. My wife prefers men with large penises. Take Ben's penis, for example. According to my wife, it's as thick as a large banana sold in stores, reaching her cervix, and he's very powerful, making it incredibly pleasurable, but his stamina and endurance are lacking. Speaking of M, I know my wife likes M to have sex with her. She says that while the size and length of the penis are important, ultimately, pleasure depends on the man's skill in bed. She said M's penis was smaller than mine, but he was incredibly skilled in bed, very experienced with women, and knew how to do it well, lasting a long time. At this point, my wife said a little shyly, "Either don't do it at all, or if you do, make it exciting." She hates men who ejaculate too quickly, but unfortunately, there are too many men who ejaculate too quickly these days. Speaking of myself, I've mentally counted how many women I've had intimate contact with—it seems like more than thirty, and I can still remember the names of twenty-two. I don't mean to boast at all; in fact, I don't think it's boasting, because recalling these things brings me more regret, remorse, sadness, and a bittersweet feeling. All twenty-two women I had intimate contact with had legitimate jobs; the youngest was 19 at the time, the oldest was 48, and the vast majority were between 26 and 35. After marriage, I haven't had a relationship with any unmarried girl, not because I couldn't bear it, but because it wasn't exciting. I once hired prostitutes with friends at saunas several times, and even had sex with a mother and daughter who were working part-time, but I quickly gave up that kind of "sexual" life. To be precise, it can't be called sex; "release" seems more appropriate. The reason is that I couldn't accept it psychologically. When I was with them, listening to their exaggerated moans and watching their affected expressions, my mind kept replaying the images of them with other men, legs spread wide, hands symbolically supporting their buttocks, waiting for their semen to ejaculate, just like with me. Then I'd calculate the time, estimate how many more clients I could take that night, and how much money I could earn. More importantly, I was worried about getting diseases. Furthermore, these prostitutes would sleep with anyone for money. When I was with them, I don't know why, but I always felt like the previous one I slept with was a coal truck driver, even though the prostitute I was with was personally selected by the sauna manager, who said they were good at their job, hadn't been in the business long, and were clean. Besides, I also had my own issues; I preferred respectable women, women with good manners and those who provided a good sexual experience. In 2001, as the project unfolded, my opportunities to return to China gradually increased. Having lived in the US for several years, my trips back to China were mostly for satisfying my desires, to meet up with these old lovers. Most were married, and a few were divorced, which I personally found quite nice. I'm a sentimental person, and I have some lingering attachment to any lover I've had physical contact with. Na was an old classmate of mine, and her husband was also a classmate. We knew each other early on, lived in the same dorm. He was a big, burly man, not very talkative, and I didn't particularly like him. I had been sleeping with Na for over two years in college, and her husband knew about it back then. After graduation, Na and her husband were assigned to a large state-owned enterprise, got married somewhat haphazardly, and had a child two years later. In the spring of 2003, I returned to China, and she seemed to have a bit of a crush on me. For the next two or three days, she would find all sorts of opportunities to meet me. Our meetings were actually very simple: sex. We didn't talk, only sex and touching. She even said that her husband knew she was being fucked at my house. I felt incredibly aroused, grabbed her big white ass, and fucked her hard. That time, we had a very pleasurable time. From then on, every time we had sex, we would mention her husband, which was both exciting and arousing. I suggested that I have sex with her and her husband together, and she said, "You're going to kill me!" I said, "We're classmates, and besides, he'll know if we have sex now!" She had no choice but to change the subject while being fucked. I tried to tease her, and she would say, "Don't think nonsense. He knows, but we can't have sex together!" She said she remembered when she first got married, her husband would have sex with her several times a night, and then he would interrogate her about how I had played with her in college... ********** ... Jing was a bit reserved, and I felt she had a somewhat condescending air about her. Later, I learned that her husband was the son of a high-ranking official in Beijing with powerful connections. He partnered with someone in the medical equipment business, made his fortune in the stock market, and was powerful, rich, and influential. When I saw her again, she was more voluptuous than before. I invited her to a hotel for coffee, which was her suggestion. For a while afterward, we met once a week, usually me going to meet her, followed by dinner and coffee. Soon, I got her. I was captivated by her fair skin; she exuded a faint fragrance, as clean and smooth as a piece of warm white jade. After we had sex, our conversations became more diverse. She told me that when we first met in 1993, she had the idea of getting married, but she didn't dare to cross the line at the time, as I hadn't confessed my feelings to her yet. Later, she got married and had children, but she didn't dare to contact me, fearing that if she were discovered, it would not only make her lose face but also affect her family. She also showed me photos of her whole family—her husband was forty and had gained weight; her son was very fair-skinned, like an angel. When we had sex, I couldn't bring Jing to orgasm very often, which frustrated me at first, because I'd always been confident in my sexual abilities, able to bring many women to orgasm, and I was used to their praise of my penis's size, stamina, and skill. But when I had sex with her, many times she had to masturbate to orgasm after I ejaculated, which made me feel guilty. Jing noticed this and hugged me, saying, "It's not your fault. I've been masturbating for many years, I'm used to it." She said her husband's penis wasn't as big as mine, and he never felt as good as I did: "It was quite good when we first got married, but after having children, it hasn't been as good." Hearing her say that made me feel a little better. Later, as it happened more often, I got used to it. When Jing masturbated, she liked me to hug her and kiss her nipples and eyes, or for me to hold her buttocks and lick her vaginal opening. When she climaxed, her whole body would tense up, her legs would twist from side to side, her mouth would open wide, and she would moan from her throat. That expression was my favorite to see; it was amazing! Sometimes I would press her down and hold her big, white ass while I fucked her. Jing said her husband liked to fuck her from behind, but sometimes it hurt. I also liked to fuck her from behind; firstly, I could look at her plump, white ass, which was very satisfying; secondly, I could touch her drooping breasts, or lie on her back and hug her—it felt so soft and comfortable; when I got excited, I could slap her big, white ass while fucking her, which was especially fun. Later, I suddenly had a thought and realized that when she said her husband liked to "fuck her from behind, but sometimes it hurt," she clearly meant anal sex. After understanding this, I naturally enjoyed that part of her body as well. Jing's skin was very fair; she said it was natural. I noticed that her body hair was very fine, her pubic hair was curly, and her vagina was very tender—it didn't look like a woman who had given birth. Sometimes I tentatively "thought" about shaving her pubic hair, but she refused, worried that her husband would find out. I said I'd never tried it before and wanted to, but she told me not to hurt her. I kept touching her breasts, and she said, "Have you had enough? You touch them more in one day than other husbands do in a year!" I leaned against the pillow watching her perform oral sex on me between my legs, teasing me as she licked my penis. Suddenly, Jing's phone rang. I handed it to her, and she took it and put it to her ear, one hand still stroking my penis. I straightened up and looked at her. She pointed a finger at the phone—her husband! I teased her slowly, and she pushed me away hastily. I pushed her hand away, lifted it above her head and pressed it against the sofa armrest, then arched my back and thrust hard into her vagina. Her husband was talking incessantly on the phone, his voice loud and urgent, oblivious to his wife's heavy breathing. She struggled, twisting and turning, but I held her firmly to the sofa, preventing her from moving. Knowing she couldn't escape, she calmed down, letting me do as I pleased. With each thrust, her body rose and fell, her neck arching back, her head against the sofa armrest, her right elbow barely supporting her against the backrest, mumbling in response to her husband. Taking advantage of her dazed state, I thrust my penis all the way in. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah..." and wriggled free, pinching my buttocks hard, her eyes filled with anger.Anger. She gestured for me to let go of her, and I relaxed my right hand so she could use it to support my hips. Her hand, however, slid down to my buttocks and twisted them hard, causing me to press my body tightly against her in pain. She tried to control her voice and said into the phone, "Okay, that's enough, I have things to do, we'll talk later!" Then she hung up. Distracted, my penis had softened considerably, and I paused for a moment, catching my breath. She noticed, glanced at me with a smile, grabbed a tissue from the table and handed it to me, then got up and went into the bathroom. Lying on the sofa, I saw Jing's phone on the desk. I stared at the phone for a while, then suddenly an idea struck me. I picked up Jing's phone and dialed back. It rang for a long time, but no one answered. I muttered something and dialed again. After three rings, someone answered—a man speaking standard Beijing dialect. My heart skipped a beat, and I hung up. Jing came out after washing up when her phone rang urgently. She glanced at it, answered it in the next room, and after a few "ohs," I followed her in and stood behind her, listening to her husband's voice. I took a half-step forward, placed my hands on her hips, swayed my lower body from side to side, and thrust my erect penis between her buttocks. "Oh!" she cried, covering the phone, "Not there, you're pushing too far back!" I quickly arched my back, using my left hand to guide my penis, my right hand to find her anus, and slowly pushed it in with a forceful thrust… I didn't go on a trip during the entire New Year; I spent every day at my parents' house. Since Jing wasn't feeling well, I could take the opportunity to rest. One Sunday, Jing called and wanted to come to my house at six in the evening. I returned home at six and was surprised to see Jing standing at the door holding her child. She didn't know what to say for a moment, and I could tell she was a little nervous and shy. I quickly invited her in. She told me the child was her son, three years old. She put the child on the sofa, and I was momentarily speechless. I looked at her, and she smiled mysteriously back at me without saying a word. Her son sat on the sofa, legs stretched out, his big, dark eyes curiously surveying the unfamiliar surroundings. After a few minutes, when her son called out, she picked him up, got up to leave, and before leaving, took a paper package from her bag and handed it to me, telling me to close the door and read it carefully. After they left, I went back to my room and sat on the sofa, stunned for a while before carefully opening it. I took out a piece of paper with a tuft of dark, curly hair pressed on it. Instantly, I thought of the time I wanted to shave her pubic hair. Looking at that tuft of hair, my penis was already rock hard. I picked up the phone and dialed Jing's number. She said her son and the nanny were in the car and would call back later… I was anxious and couldn't do anything. I hastily ate a couple of bites and began to wait anxiously. It was an agonizing moment. I listened intently to the phone, waiting minute by minute. At 9 PM, there was a soft knock on the door, a hint of hesitation in the sound. I quickly opened it, and there stood Jing, her face flushed and breathless. After locking the door, we sat on the sofa, kissing, and I said, "I missed you so much, you're finally back." My hand slipped under her clothes, but she avoided my gaze, looking away. My curiosity was piqued, and I reached down and touched between her legs. "Ah! It's bare! Not a single hair!" she gasped, her face flushed, her eyes tightly shut. "Feel it, doesn't it feel good?" I lit a cigarette, quietly admiring her, then began licking her buttocks and anus. Her buttocks were very full. I touched her belly, rubbing my face against her pubic mound, playing with her labia. Her mound was very full, fleshy, and smooth. That night, I had sex with her twice in bed. Next, I tried to train her to swallow my semen, but she blushed and shook her head repeatedly, clearly unwilling. I had no choice but to pull out my penis just before ejaculating, pinch her nose, and pull her face close. Because her nose was pinched, Jing couldn't help but open her mouth. I held her head with both hands and shot wave after wave of semen into her mouth, making her cough. She made a gagging face, trying to vomit, but I covered her mouth to prevent her from doing so. Then I gestured for her to swallow it. She shook her head with a pained expression, and finally, at my prompting, she had no choice but to swallow the semen. We continued until 11 p.m. before we finally separated, exhausted. Jing insisted on leaving, and I didn't try to stop her. I looked at my watch and sighed, "Sigh!" I had planned to call my wife at 8 p.m., but I ended up playing around until now—it's too late, and my wife went to work early. I'll talk to her tomorrow! I thought about some details Jing had mentioned about shaving her pubic hair. It turned out that her husband had shaved it last Wednesday. That night, her husband had borrowed three pornographic films, and he had been watching them and commenting on them. Seeing a foreign woman licking a man's penis in an adult film, she exclaimed, "Foreigners' penises are so big!" As she spoke, she couldn't help but think of my penis and the time she wanted to shave her pubic hair. She then deliberately told her husband that she and her sister had gone to a sauna together, and she noticed her sister's pubic area was completely bald. Later, she learned that her brother-in-law shaved her sister's pubic hair every week. Her husband, listening intently, excitedly pulled her aside and said he would shave her too. Wanting to amuse me, she agreed. Her husband trimmed all the hair with small scissors, but his electric razor didn't work; it didn't shave cleanly. After washing and drying it with a towel, it was prickly. Her husband was dissatisfied and insisted on buying a new razor. She said, "It's too late, let's do it tomorrow!" The next day, when they went to her husband's parents' house, it was only noon when her husband lied about having a headache and went home early. On the way home, her husband said he was going to Carrefour to buy some things. She, her son, and the nanny went in with him. Her husband pulled her to a stop in front of shaving supplies, picking and choosing. She immediately understood what was going on and quickly pulled the nanny and her son away like thieves. The main focus that night, of course, was shaving her. Her husband was particularly enthusiastic after shaving her. In the morning, she got out of bed early and went into the bathroom to carefully collect the shaved hair and toilet paper from the trash can. A few weeks later, at my house, she said to me, "The hair down there is so prickly, it's so uncomfortable walking!" I laughed and said, "That's easy! Just shave it more often." I shaved her. I found my razor and some shaving cream, and we went into the bathroom together. It took half an hour to shave her vulva clean, front and back, and then we started having sex. Ever since I shaved her, my feelings about having sex with her have completely changed. Our dates were actually quite simple. We'd agree on a time, and she'd find an excuse to come to my house. After coming in, she'd wash up, then lie on her back on the bed with her legs spread wide, quietly waiting for me. By then, I was often already naked, ready to do it. Listening to the "snip-snip" sound of the razor shaving across her fair, plump lower body, she'd often play with her fingers while muttering about her son, and I couldn't help but feel deeply sorry for her. When shaving the tender skin beside her labia or near her clitoris, her hand holding the razor would tremble slightly, yet she couldn't bear to stop. Seeing that I wasn't moving, she'd urge me to hurry up. Once, during one of our dates, Jing arrived late and suddenly told me not to shave her anymore. I later found out that one night at home, her husband suddenly wanted to shave and discovered that her lower abdomen was bald. She quickly lied and said she'd shaved it herself. Afterward, her husband said she'd shaved it cleaner than him, not even missing the hair in the folds. Jing's husband was five years older than her and kept a close eye on her, afraid she might have an affair or that her husband would become suspicious. He told me not to shave her anymore, and I nodded. She shifted her body down a bit and licked my penis. I lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the razor and shaving cream lying quietly on the desk. Later, Jing and I met less often, but still once or twice a month, until I returned to the United States. The day before I left, she came to see me. Her husband was still waiting for her in the car downstairs! She wanted to see me before I left, so I pulled her close and started kissing and touching her, but there wasn't enough time for anything else. I said to her, "Let me take some pictures." She nodded and posed for several photos. I then unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her shirt, pulled her to her feet, lifted her shirt to reveal her large, round breasts and smooth belly, and took several pictures. Sitting on a chair with her legs spread, I guided her hands to part her labia and took more pictures. She was embarrassed and tried to turn her face away. After taking enough pictures, I pressed her head down, and she knelt to lick and suck me. I knew time was limited, so I didn't bother with gentleness and started thrusting hard. I grabbed her hair with both hands, and she quickened her swallowing. I thrust upwards, ejaculating all my semen into her mouth, which she swallowed as usual. After pulling up her pants, she pulled down her shirt, went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, combed her hair, looked in the mirror, and, finding nothing wrong, hugged me tightly and kissed me several times before opening the door and leaving. Not long after returning to the US, work became busy, and I was always exhausted when I got home, so we called each other much less often. A year later, I heard nothing more from her; I guessed she was still in Beijing. In September 2005, I returned to China, and during a friend's gathering, I mentioned Jing. My friend said her husband was gone, and that Beijing newspapers in 2005 had started publishing lengthy and elaborate reports about her husband's father.Her father-in-law was a high-ranking official in the municipal government; he amassed nine million yuan a year and was sentenced to fifteen years for bribery and abuse of power. Her husband embezzled bank loan funds to invest directly in the stock market and was sentenced to three years. That evening, back home, I dialed Jing's cell phone. It rang for a long time without an answer. I was so tired I was ready to go to sleep around 10 pm. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Reluctantly, I got up to open the door. There was Jing! She looked exhausted; her hair and clothes were unkempt. She smiled at me, "Sorry I'm so late." I quickly invited her in. We stood in the living room, unsure what to say. I said, "There's nothing to drink at home." I went out and found a coffee shop. While we drank, I asked her how she was doing. She repeatedly said she was fine. An hour passed like this before we went back. Opening the door, the room was pitch black. I put my hand on her shoulder; she didn't flinch but leaned against me. I turned her around, and after a brief glance, we embraced tightly. We sat on the sofa, kissing. My hand slipped under her clothes, touching her soft flesh through the thin fabric. She kissed me, then buried her face in my shoulder and cried. I pulled her into my arms to comfort her, then unbuckled her belt, her pants sliding down to her knees. She was wearing loose, wide-legged underwear. I pulled the underwear down to her buttocks, and she shifted her legs apart. She exuded a faint, pungent scent. I looked up and sniffed her genitals, which had an unpleasant, fishy smell. I understood everything, but I still reluctantly licked them. Her voice was choked with sobs as she whimpered, "Damn it, my life is ruined..." I absentmindedly pinched her buttocks while trying to comfort her. Just as I was awkwardly debating whether or not to have sex with her, she reflexively screamed, saying she had to go back to her parents' house that night, and that there was no elevator after midnight. I lowered my head; there was no need to continue, so I let her go. When I opened the door, she paused, then came over and hugged me briefly before hurrying away. I closed my eyes, speechless with heartache.

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