Playing with my wife's chrysanthemum

I've always wanted to play with my wife's anus. I've talked to her about it for a long time, using all sorts of methods, from threats to bribes, but she just won't do it. Before, when I licked her genitals, she got aroused and would allow me to lick her anus at the same time, even allowing me to gently press my fingers on her anus while I was licking her genitals.

The most successful time was when my middle finger went in about a knuckle into her anus, and she would immediately stop, twisting her fingers away, but her genitals would still desperately try to get closer to my mouth. Last night, I browsed some forums, focusing on articles about developing backdoors, and it reminded me of when I used to play with anuses when I was with prostitutes, but I'd never done it with my wife's. My mind got carried away, and I brought up the topic of playing with anuses with my wife again.

My wife initially refused, so I elevated the topic of anal sex to the level of our marital relationship, lecturing her:

"If a woman loves a man, she will give him everything she has. At the same time, if a man doesn't possess all of a woman's orifices, then strictly speaking, he doesn't fully possess that woman; he's imperfect." My wife glared at me with her beautiful eyes, indignantly saying, "But the nose and ears have holes, do you want to insert those too?" "The nose and ears aren't, but the anus can, that's why it's called that, and that's why it exists. These are all kinds of things," I continued lecturing her.

"Anyway, I can't," my wife still refused. "

Then you're willing to play with everything else with me, why not the anus?" I patiently pestered my wife.

My wife was getting annoyed by my constant pestering, and finally blurted out, "You have to let me do it first before you can." "What?" I was stunned for a moment, then surprised that my wife had finally relented. I patiently asked her what she was thinking, and she answered me in a fragmented way. After asking her for a while, I finally understood what she meant. It turned out that if I wanted to play with her chrysanthemum, I had to let her play with mine first, so that I could experience what it was like to have my chrysanthemum played with.

"What?" I was startled, then grinned and pestered my wife, "I'd like you to penetrate me, but this world is inherently about women having holes and men having guns. It's destined that men penetrate women. You don't have that function, so why bother?" "Is that so?" My wife smiled coldly and said unhurriedly, "I don't have your thing, but there are those weird gadgets you bought." I secretly groaned. My wife must have thought of that wearable simulator I bought. I remember wearing it the night I bought it, wearing it between my legs, and making my wife scream and howl. But I only used it once. My wife said it didn't feel good, so she put it away. Why did she think of that again today?

"Why bother? You just want to play with your anus. Is it really necessary to go to such lengths? Where will my male dignity go in the future?" I tried to persuade my wife to give up this outrageous idea and obediently give in.

"No discussion. You want to play, right? Try it yourself first."

My wife made up her mind because she knew I would never agree. This way, she could avoid me continuing to pester her and thus protect her chrysanthemum.

What to do? I was caught in a dilemma, torn between my male pride and the desire to have my chrysanthemum opened.

"You're not doing it anymore?" My wife chuckled, snuggling into my arms and saying sweetly, "Now you understand, right? You wouldn't agree either. Don't overthink it, I'm yours, everything is yours." "Sigh..." I sighed. The desire to play with my chrysanthemum still had the upper hand. I gently asked my wife, "If I agree, don't go back on your word..." "You really agree?" My wife exclaimed in surprise.

"Really... but you can't go back on your word." I steeled myself and shamelessly agreed.

"Don't regret it." My wife had been joking with me, but she didn't expect me to actually agree. Seeing my serious expression, my wife smiled sweetly. Her curiosity was piqued. Perhaps she hadn't expected me to agree to this request either.

"I'd do anything for my wife's ass." I forced a smile, my mind filled with the image of my wife screaming and crying as I fucked her anus.

"Fine, you'll regret it," my wife said resentfully, huffing and puffing on the bed as if I had taken advantage of her.

I felt even more confident. My wife wouldn't actually do it. She's a woman, meant to be penetrated. Now, making her wear a fake husband—something inappropriate and harmless—would be too much for her psychologically. Having made up my mind, I happily headed to the wardrobe, where my wife and I kept our secret weapons.

"What are you doing?" When I excitedly placed the wearable simulator and Indian aphrodisiac on the bedside table, my wife seemed to have second thoughts. She shrank back under the covers, refusing to even glance at the items.

"I'm going to wash it."

I busied myself washing the simulator. While I was busy, my wife didn't say a word, just smiled at me. Perhaps she found my behavior ridiculous.

"Preparations complete, my dear wife, please inspect."

I was brimming with confidence, firmly believing in my judgment. My wife would never do that; the key now was to make her happy so I could enjoy her chrysanthemum soon. This simulator was cleaned too, so I could wear it again later and ride off, reliving the scene of making her scream and howl.

"Hmm, go take a shower first..." my wife instructed slowly, nestled in the blankets.

"Yes, ma'am." I hummed a little tune and headed to the bathroom...

When I emerged naked and in high spirits from the bathroom, my wife was still nestled in the blankets. I glanced at the bedside table; the Indian God Oil was gone.

"Where did it go?" I asked, somewhat surprised.

"I took it away." My wife, her face flushed, remained nestled in the blankets.

"Good wife." I pounced on the bed, my hands reaching for her body. My wife chuckled, clutching the blankets tightly to avoid my advances.

I was burning with lust, thinking about how I would soon have my way. While touching my wife's breasts, I moved my hand towards her lower body… “No way…” My heart skipped a beat. No wonder this little girl had been hiding under the covers; she was afraid I'd discover her secret. I yanked the covers off and was shocked to see that my wife's fair body was wearing that wearable vibrator. The belt was a little loose, but it was still fastened around her crotch, her dark, erect member standing tall, as if facing me.

“You really want to?” I stared blankly at my wife, as if I didn't recognize her.

My wife laughed hysterically, saying she'd never experienced the feeling of penetrating someone else before, and today she'd try it on me.

I hadn't expected my wife to be serious. My mind was a little confused. I only saw my wife holding the belt around her waist with one hand and her slightly drooping breasts with the other, standing in front of me, laughing and proudly displaying her ample bosom.

“Lie down,” my wife said, getting off the bed and telling me to lie on the edge.

"This...you..." I was speechless. How could this little brat do something like this?

"Didn't you say you'd let me go first?"

My wife laughed as she adjusted herself. This was a game she'd never tried before, and the more disheveled I looked, the happier she laughed.

"Not playing anymore?" My wife saw me still sitting blankly on the edge of the bed, laughing so hard she was almost out of breath, her ample breasts trembling rhythmically with her laughter... "Fine," I said, a little annoyed and a bit resentful. This little slut, she really doesn't know her place. I'll teach her a lesson later. Looking at my wife's queen-like demeanor, I said with a hint of sarcasm, "My dear wife, I never knew you had this kind of hobby." "Today I'm the man, and you're the woman. Come on, lie down on the edge of the bed." My wife was almost laughing through her tears, patting me like I used to pat her: "Lie down on the edge of the bed." I gritted my teeth, looking at my wife, thinking that I would get my revenge later. Let her be smug for a while. I have plenty of ways to deal with this little slut later. I looked at my wife with a forced smile, then lay down on the bed on my back.

"Is this thing big?" My wife, with her breasts sticking out, leaned over my head, her dark, oily breasts almost poking my face.

" Just you wait and see," I thought bitterly, turning my head away and using my hand to move the cord around my wife's crotch. "I don't know," I said irritably. I didn't want to see her looking too smug.

"You have to answer," my wife said, smoothing her hair and giggling. "Don't you always ask me? Today I'm the man and you're the woman, so you have to answer me." "Okay, okay!" Looking at the dark, oily crotch, I regretted it. I had specifically bought a large size cord so I could have a good time with my wife. Now this large cord was dangling in front of me. Was she really going to penetrate me? Sigh, what goes around comes around… "Hmm, good girl," my wife said, satisfied with my answer. She twisted her body, brought the cord to my lips, and said sweetly, "Now you blow me for a bit…" Good heavens, I was shocked. This little girl dared to treat me like this! My eyes widened, as if I wanted to devour my wife.

"Come on..." my wife called out in her sweet, childish voice, swaying her hips as she spoke. Seeing my hesitation, she chuckled, trying to reassure me, telling me that I used to ask her to give me a blowjob the same way, and if she could do it, why couldn't I?

Okay, I'll play along. Looking at her grinning face, I decided to keep playing and see what other tricks she had up her sleeve. I couldn't let her get too cocky. I smiled again, opened my mouth, and took her... "Is it good?" My wife's vanity was greatly satisfied. She watched me awkwardly sucking it while she asked me with a grin.

"I mainly wanted to show you how to play the flute, so you can learn and serve me better in the future." I shamelessly stuck out my tongue and started licking along her vulva, my hands also reaching towards my wife's erect breasts, pinching and gently kneading her nipples... "Don't touch me." My wife said coquettishly, shrinking back and pulling her mouth away from mine, then seriously instructing me: "Now lift your head off the edge of the bed, I'm going to insert it." Oh no, I understood my wife's intention. This was a trick I used to use. Every time I had my wife play the flute for me, I would have her lift her head off the edge of the bed, and I would stand by the bed, supporting myself with my hands, and insert my penis into my wife's mouth like that, calling it "mouth cannoning." Every time, my wife would gag and vomit, but I still enjoyed it. The more uncomfortable my wife was, the more energetic I became. Today, she finally got her chance to get revenge on me.

I made a face at my wife, feigning distress, and said, "Honey, I can't do this. Let's try something else." "Hmph! Didn't you always want to do this? I could do it all the time." My wife deliberately put on a stern face and tapped my nose.

"Honey, I'm sorry. This is your specialty. In my next life, I'll be a woman and your wife, so you can do this to me every day." Even in this predicament, I couldn't resist taking advantage of my wife. My

wife was amused by my pitiful act. After all, she's a woman, and she still felt sorry for me. She stopped insisting and told me to get up and turn my back to her.

"Lift it higher." My wife gently patted me, mimicking my previous doggy style, kneeling behind me and gently rubbing against my crotch, saying with a mischievous smile, "Get ready, I'm coming in." "Help!" I cried out in a strange voice. This doggy style felt weird to me. I never felt this way when I was with my wife like this before. Instead, I felt a sense of exhilaration and boundless joy. It seems that the same thing can feel different depending on the position.

"I'll be gentle, bear with it."

My wife mimicked what I always said to her, and reached out from behind to grasp my slowly hardening penis, stroking it up and down... I took a deep breath. Although my position was wrong, the feeling of my wife's delicate hands stroking me still felt very comfortable. I closed my eyes and twisted, making it easier for my wife's hands to stroke me... "Honey, you're hard." My wife giggled, seeing me becoming more and more intoxicated, she increased the intensity of her stroking, and began to moan softly... The comfort grew stronger and stronger, and I closed my eyes to enjoy it. My wife's high, soft breasts pressed against my buttocks, moving and rubbing against my back with her movements. The soft, yielding, and tingling sensation made my penis harder and harder... "Mmm," my wife's moans grew louder and louder until finally her whole body was pressed against my back, her high, soft breasts completely against my back, and her head was close to my ear, her breath sweet as she bit my earlobe... "Husband, I want..." With my wife's soft whisper in my ear, I could no longer restrain myself. If I didn't fuck her at this moment, would I still be a man?

I rolled over, pulled my wife over, and pressed her onto the bed. Her large penis was already askew to one side. I pulled up my belt, pretending to lean on her stomach, not caring about it, too lazy to undo it. I spread her legs wide, pressed my hands on her two white, tender thighs, and started thrusting... I held my breath and thrust hard. My wife's saliva flowed freely, and her two delicate labia were completely spread apart. Seeing my wife's face flushed red from my thrusts, I felt a sense of accomplishment. This is what a man is like. You little brat, still acting arrogant in front of me. I thrust a hundred times in one breath, and my wife started crying and screaming. Her legs were spread as wide as possible, hanging on my arms... "Get up, lie down." My wife looked at me with seductive eyes, obediently got up, skillfully turned her back to me, and supported herself on the bed with her hands, sticking her head up high.

That's right, that's where we should be. I held my wife's slender waist with both hands, and with a thrust, I penetrated her flowing... "Mmm... Ah..." My wife's cries grew louder and louder, like a lark starting to sing. Her high, round breasts swayed rhythmically with my movements, and the fake breast pad hanging on her belly swayed to the side of the bed.

"Husband, faster, faster..."

My wife was about to enter, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, desperately pushing back, her face flushed as she writhed her lower body, as if wanting to swallow me completely... I knew my wife was about to reach the peak of pleasure, so I increased the intensity, held my breath, and suppressed the urge, delivering the most intense thrust... Amidst my wife's cries of pain, I trembled and ejaculated deep within her fiery heat... "Did you get it?" "Mmm." My wife said softly, "Husband, you were so strong today." "This is strong? I wanted to try a few more positions, but I was afraid you couldn't handle it, so I stopped." "Mmm." Actually, she knew my limits, but she just didn't say it.

"Honey, are you comfortable?"

"Of course I'm comfortable. Being a man means I've got it." "Honey, what does it feel like when you men are intimate?" "Well..." I thought for a moment, kissed my wife's eyes as she stared intently at me, and said, word by word:

"It's like holding your pee for a long time, not being able to find a toilet, and then suddenly finding one, and finally peeing it out very satisfyingly." My wife chuckled, glaring at me with her pretty eyes, and said in a coquettish voice, "Nonsense, you're just trying to fool me." "I'm not lying to you, I'd be a dog if I did." "Have you ever lied to me?" My wife wiggled her body, letting out a soft, melodious whimper.

"No." I said seriously, then barked twice at my wife in a comical way.

"Oh, you lied to me..." My wife was about to praise me when she heard my answer, but after hearing the two barks, she changed her mind, giggling and acting coquettishly beneath me.

"Honey, how could I bear to lie to you? I was just joking." "Hmph, I knew you wouldn't dare... Ah... it's leaking." My wife exclaimed, hurriedly pushing me away, turning to the side to grab a tissue from the bedside table, lying on her back on the bed, spreading her fair legs, and gently wiping away a strand of sticky white liquid that had flowed from her.

"Honey, look, it's stretched." I watched with interest as my wife cleaned her genitals in front of me, a glistening thread stretching from her mouth onto the tissue.

"You bad boy, you shot so much, you've soaked this." After wiping herself, my wife knelt on the bed to wipe the wet spots on the sheets.

"Why do you say I soaked it? Weren't you wet enough down there? It was almost like a flood!" I teased my wife.

"I can't be bothered to talk to you."

My wife shyly hid in my arms again, carefully avoiding the wet spots on the sheets. But that position made her uncomfortable. My wife nestled in my arms for a long time, and finally pulled me down so I could lie on that wet spot. She felt like she had gotten a great deal and nestled triumphantly into my arms.

"Did you take some medicine?" My wife put on a pitiful look. "I'm still feeling uncomfortable down there." She let out a soft moan, which made her look even more charming.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just...it feels like I can't close up down there..."

"Of course, scared,

huh?" "Tch, who's scared of who?"

"You're not convinced, are you? From now on, I'll make sure you can't close up down there every day." "Hmph!" "Wife, let me ask you, do you think it's the man and woman who's doing the doping?" "I don't know, what do you think?" "It's definitely the man doing the woman. Think about it, penetration, it's definitely the man doing the woman." "That's not it, it's the woman doing the man. Look, the woman is holding the man's thing, and finally she makes him ejaculate, isn't that the woman doing the man?" "Then you can do me every day from now on, I'd be happy anyway." "Oh!" My wife was aroused by what I said: "How can you be so naughty?" "Oh dear...I've gone bad..." "What's wrong, husband?" "Did I forget to mess with your anus?" "Mess with your head, get out of here!" "

Come on, you can mess with my head, come on!"

"Ah...I don't want to...why are you doing it again..."

[The End]

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