"The Kind and Beautiful Wife" - Chapter 1: The Beautiful Wife is Like a Painting

"Oh... Yunxiang... are you clean? Ah—"
The wife let out a soft, melodious moan, tilting her head back. The bluish veins on her slender, swan-like neck bulged, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Hmm...I already washed it..."
I mumbled a response to my wife, my lips nibbling and kissing her beautiful oval face.
My wife, Mu Rouxue, is a very clean woman. Even when we're intimate, she insists that I shower first, especially washing my penis thoroughly, even though we always wear a condom. We even used a condom the first time we did it.
My emotions had already reached the peak of passion. The thought of going on a long business trip soon made my libido exceptionally high. My 180cm body weight pressed completely against my wife's 175cm lithe body, writhing and rubbing against her.
My wife's body was as soft as cotton, yet incredibly elastic. When my powerful body pressed against hers, the strong reaction force felt as if it were dissolving every cell in her body into mine, while every cell in my body felt the throbbing within her and the passion flowing beneath her skin.
My 25-year-old wife has developed the most beautiful parts of a woman perfectly; every curve and pert part is just right, she's practically the template for a woman's perfect figure. This perfect body of hers belongs only to me; it seems designed by God just for me. Every curve and contour on her body perfectly matches the curves and contours on mine.
My wife's arms were tightly wrapped around my waist. Her smooth body twisted and turned beneath me as if it were about to collapse. With each twist, I could feel her full breasts rolling against my chest like warm water bottles. The sensation of that rolling was indescribable.
I pressed my body against my wife's smooth, oil-like flesh, shrinking down until my head was buried in her chest. I grasped one of her proud 34C teardrop-shaped breasts, round, full, and firm, the kind that would make any man drool. I opened my mouth wide and began to suckle, almost swallowing her pink nipple and areola entirely…
I knelt down and spread my wife's two long, fair legs apart, placing them on my shoulders. Her long legs were both strong and incredibly fair and delicate, with visible blue capillaries on the inner thighs. Against the backdrop of her pale, pinkish legs, her rosy vulva stood out even more. The skin on her inner thighs was stretched, revealing plump, white labia majora and tender, folded labia minora, free of pigmentation and pubic hair, which parted to reveal a deep, pinkish cavity.
I looked up at my wife, who was lying on her back in such a seductive and alluring position, her fair and delicate skin and perfect S-shaped figure making her look like a goddess carved from ivory. She was generous, dignified, gentle, and serene, and every aspect of her made me deeply admire her.
My wife's labia were already wet. I parted her labia and slowly inserted myself.
"Ah, oh—be gentle, honey...it hurts..."
The wife gasped, her head tilting back involuntarily, her delicate eyebrows furrowing, her legs trembling, and her smooth abdomen taut.
I really don't understand. We've been having sex for over a year, and every time I penetrate my wife, she cries out in pain, no matter how much foreplay I do or how wet she is. My penis is only average-sized for a Chinese man, and every time I squeeze into my wife's tight passage, she cries out in pain, which satisfies my male ego.
To be honest, when I first met my wife, looking at her tall and slender figure of 175cm, I couldn't help but think of the phrase "tall, big-breasted, and wide-skinned," and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to satisfy her. But now I realize that was all unnecessary. "Tall, big-breasted, and tight" is more suitable for my wife, Rouxue.
Luckily, my wife chose me. If she had chosen someone with a huge penis like the men in porn movies, I don't know how she would have survived. I shook my head violently, banishing this lewd thought, and slowly began to move back and forth.
"Mmm—mmm…ah—"
I held my wife tightly, skillfully and gently entering and exiting her graceful, snow-white body, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. Compared to a year ago, I am much more experienced now, all honed by this supple and beautiful body beneath me.
I sucked on one of my wife's rosy, firm nipples, moving it incessantly, which in turn caused my wife's whole body to move.
My wife's body trembled involuntarily, and she let out a low moan as she swayed her full hips in rhythm with me.
Rouxue is such a good wife. No matter how fast or slow, heavy or light my movements are, whether it's the same old pose or a new one, my wife always so considerately cooperates with my movements, looking like she's happy to accept it.
I prefer to have my wife on top of me. This way, I can fully utilize my physical advantages: my height of 180cm and weight of 90kg allow me to firmly and completely cover my wife's 175cm tall, 55kg full and slender body. I can fully experience the pride of a man dominating a woman. With each thrust, my wife's waist trembles, her breasts heave, and she moans softly.
At that moment, I naturally took full advantage of my wife's charming and alluring demeanor. I enjoyed watching her movements beneath me with an appreciative eye. In my eyes, only my wife could perform lovemaking to its fullest extent.
At this moment, in bed, my wife had completely shed her usual refined and elegant demeanor. Her noble bearing, graceful and incredibly sexy body and face now held a wanton and yearning expression. Her eyes shone with a wantonness that would intoxicate any man, captivating and mesmerizing. Her moans, laced with passion and sensuality, made every pore on my body open, igniting an endless fire of desire within every cell.
I gradually increased the speed of my penetration into my wife's body. I felt the warm, wet embrace of her lower body, and I felt her purity and softness; I felt the intensity of her desire, and I felt her shy acceptance. Watching my wife writhe ecstatically with each thrust, I experienced a strong sense of conquest and visual pleasure as a man.
Under the urging of my strong body, my wife had completely lost her previous shyness, cooperating with my thrusts and constantly offering herself, letting her body be ravaged.
At that moment, I slowed down.
"Ah...no, don't stop...oh, husband...don't stop..."
"Rou'er, are you comfortable?"
"Um……"
The wife groaned.
"Scream louder, be more unrestrained... okay?"
I crave not only physical stimulation, but also auditory stimulation.
"Mmm... Ah, ah—oh..."
Although it was just a simple "uh-huh," the moans coming from my wife's mouth were incredibly alluring, each one a captivating whisper. The mere speed and rhythm of the "uh-huh" created a rich tapestry of sounds. My wife moaned loudly, her slender waist twisting from side to side, her snow-white buttocks heaving rapidly up and down, her full breasts, usually like red beans, now swollen and trembling with each thrust. At this moment, my wife had completely lost any semblance of the pure and serene demeanor she usually possessed as a beautiful teacher; she was nothing more than a wanton, seductive woman!
"Rou'er, you are such a sexy darling. When you get all alluring, any man would be captivated by you."
I chuckled and suddenly pulled my penis out of my wife's body, no longer giving her any stimulation, leaving her only endless emptiness. I was no longer satisfied with hearing my wife's moans; I wanted even greater verbal stimulation.
At the height of her sexual desire, the wife suddenly lost her source of pleasure. Her body trembled as if electrocuted, her tense body arched like a bow, and her fair legs convulsed violently...
"Mmm...husband, give it to me..."
Unable to resist the burning desire within her, the wife burst into tears and moans.
“Rou’er, moan even more seductively, say ‘Fuck me!’...Say it louder...I’m a slut, fuck me to death!…”
I teased my thirsty wife.
"...I...ah...husband, ah..."
"Rou'er, call out, call out quickly, and I'll give it to you."
"I—ah…husband, I, I…ah…I, I'm a slut, fuck me…um, ah—fuck me to death…"
His wife, who was usually a teacher, could no longer bear it. She spoke loudly, saying things she couldn't bring herself to say, and moaned unrestrainedly, like a seasoned prostitute, incredibly lewd and seductive.
I felt a sense of accomplishment and thrust into my wife again, pounding away rapidly.
As I thrust into her powerfully, my wife let out beautiful moans and groans, like heavenly music. Her eyes were slightly open, her pleading gaze filled with adoration and happiness. She opened and closed her body in rhythm with my fierce attacks, letting her pleasure rise uncontrollably to meet the climax she craved within her.
The rapid, continuous thrusting for over ten minutes almost exhausted me, leaving me feeling completely drained. I collapsed onto my wife's voluptuous and alluring body, patting her large, round, plump buttocks.
My wife, understanding, carefully rolled over onto me, changing to a woman-on-top position. Compared to the missionary position, my wife, as soft as water, prefers the woman-on-top position in bed. This way, her supple body can move freely and dance on me without any pressure, flowing like water. In her own words, this position allows her to stretch and release herself completely.
I also enjoy the pleasure my wife brings from her movements. I can simply enjoy it without doing anything, or I can freely explore my wife's curvaceous body with my hands and feet completely free.
My wife raised her round, plump buttocks and carefully and slowly sat my erect penis inside her. Instead of immediately thrusting in and out, she sat quietly on my lap, placed her hands on my chest and abdomen, and began to move around to help me relieve my fatigue.
What an understanding and beautiful wife!
My wife's slender, jade-like hands moved nimbly up and down, her onion-like fingers bringing a unique sensation, like playing a beautiful melody. I wonder if it's because she's played the piano since childhood, but her long, delicate fingers truly made the music sound like a performance, with beautiful melodies and clear rhythms. One moment it was Beethoven's "Fate," the next it was Mozart's "Don Giovanni," then it was Liszt's style, and then it changed to Haydn's beat. I, lying on my back, was so comfortable that I kept humming along.
Seeing that I had calmed down, my wife leaned over me, her 34C teardrop-shaped breasts pressing flat against my chest, rubbing against me in circles. Her large, round, white buttocks, shaped like a full moon, rose and fell rhythmically.
My wife's movements were not large at first, but each thrust was very tight. She lay tightly on my genitals, and the intense friction caused her clitoris to generate a lot of sensual currents. The copious secretions wet our pubic hair, reducing the friction to a minimum.
My wife's warm vaginal cavity seemed to have a life of its own, surrounding my penis and refusing to relax, automatically contracting and relaxing, attacking my penis with a series of tightening and loosening movements.
My wife's vagina was overflowing with love juice, so much so that it soaked my pubic hair and scrotum. Yet, the vaginal canal remained miraculously tight, as if a tiny mouth was sucking inside. I couldn't bear the stimulation and desperately pushed my wife off me. She understood and sat up straight. Her body rose and fell, her two white, full breasts swaying like flowers in a downpour.
After a while, my wife leaned back, supporting her upper body with her hands and her lower body with her legs, and began to move her large, beautiful buttocks more vigorously, making her flesh walls rub against my penis more intensely.
The sound of my wife's breasts swaying up and down, and the slapping of her plump buttocks against my thighs, was so beautiful that I was deeply intoxicated by wave after wave of sensation.
"Mmm...darling...honey...do you like this...?"
His wife was breathless and spoke incoherently, accompanied by intense moans.
My wife danced passionately on top of me, like a beautiful and alluring modern dance. Only a young woman like my wife, just beginning to mature, would dance so romantically and innocently in bed.
I looked up at my wife, who, besides her pretty face, had a full and healthy figure. What stirred my heart most was that her breasts were now so high and firm, swaying with great elasticity, bouncing freely.
My wife's breasts, as white and firm as jade, have soft, rounded lines that seem perfectly natural, with beautiful curves that form a pair of perfect circles. But these rounded lines are not as simple as in geometry; rather, it is due to the fullness of her breasts that the lower part of her breasts protrudes moderately. The curves of this protrusion are beautiful, round and smooth, protruding and alluring, forming a beautiful teardrop shape!
The height of the breasts is just right; any lower and it would be pretty but not beautiful; any higher and it would be too sexy and ruin the elegance.
My wife is truly the most beautiful of all women. Unlike other women, whose breasts sag under their own weight when they stand up straight without the support of a bra, my wife's full and ample breasts maintain such a beautiful shape, with her nipples slightly upturned, looking lively and energetic.
I reached out and grabbed my wife's two firm, full breasts, kneading them wantonly. I knew that only at this moment could I fully enjoy my wife's breasts when her desire was high. My usually delicate wife could never withstand my rough handling of her breasts, and I would never do that to her.
In my hands, my wife's breasts were like two water-filled balloons, incredibly soft, easily kneaded into various shapes. Sometimes they were pressed flat; sometimes they were stretched into long strips; sometimes they were pinched deeply from the middle of the breasts, forming a gourd shape that was smaller at the top and larger at the bottom; sometimes they were grasped completely, and the snow-white flesh was squeezed out between my fingers...
Not only did his wife show no sign of pain or discomfort, but she also displayed an expression of satisfaction. Her red lips parted incessantly, and the soft moans that followed were like the most beautiful sounds in the world. Her hazy eyes and wild passion were like the most beautiful painting on earth.
It's hard to imagine that anyone could imagine that this beautiful teacher, so noble, elegant, and serene on the outside, would become so engrossed and unrestrained in bed. My wife clung to me like a snake, wriggling and rubbing against me, her long hair swinging incessantly in the air.
Anyone who sees this scene would be stunned, but unfortunately, only I, Shen Yunxiang, can appreciate and enjoy this beauty.
But I never imagined that a few months later, all of this would no longer belong to me!

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