The young couple next door stimulate each other

Many times, I myself can't believe I've actually gotten involved in this kind of thing.

I'm a rather traditional person, growing up in a large rural family where the books were mostly
traditional classics and novels. The influence of traditional ethics and morality, and the nurturing of traditional culture, shaped my conservative
views on love. I have deep-seated feelings and a strong sense of chastity.

My wife is also a traditional person, a model student, a well-behaved girl. Her mother-in-law was very
strict from a young age. Having only two daughters and being a middle school teacher herself, she deeply feared that her daughters' early relationships would affect their studies or lead to
them . She was strict not only with their studies but also with their conduct. She

constantly emphasized that girls should be self-respecting, dignified, and composed.

She would even yell at my wife if she didn't keep her legs together on the sofa, saying, "What kind of behavior is this!" Our conservatism is
incongruous with our age. We dated for four years, but only had sex six months before our wedding. When
my wife bridesmaid, found out, she kindly reminded my wife that the premarital checkup shouldn't be a mere formality and even asked if I was easily aroused
.

She actually doubted my sexual ability! How could such a traditional and conservative couple dabble in
activities considered vulgar and depraved by worldly standards? My wife gave me her virginity and first kiss; they are the most precious things in my heart.

How could a husband who couldn't even accept his wife having other men before marriage bear to let other
men admire her or tolerate others molesting her? Pure, dignified, virtuous, and gentle—that's
the image . How did a wife who was still shy about turning on the lights after three years of marriage develop into someone who dared to open her body and interact

with other men in front of her husband ? It all started two years ago. As our marriage entered the seven-year itch, our sex life also entered a period of calm (a bottleneck). It became more and more harmonious, yet less and less fulfilling. We were too familiar with each other; our understanding had reached the point of being unspoken. We didn't need hints or to look at each other's expressions; we knew how the other would react. The other person had almost become a part of our bodies. Our sex life was very harmonious; we always reached climax, but afterwards, we always felt a little unsatisfied. We had tried all the new tricks we could think of, and we had explored all the positions we could use. We both thought our sex life was perfect and couldn't get any better. However, a trip changed our perspectives. Our lives and careers entered a stable phase, and our child started preschool with my mother-in-law taking care of everything. We had extra time and energy, and besides being more frequent, we were also itching for a change and decided to go on a trip to relax. We chose a self-guided tour. On the train, we met a newlywed couple. It was obvious they were on their honeymoon right after their wedding; the bride's hair was still styled in her evening gown, with confetti and glitter still clinging to it. The young couple were very warm and cheerful. After settling into the berth opposite us, they greeted us and offered us wedding candy . We chatted and discovered we were traveling the same way, also on self-guided tours. Being young and traveling the same way, we quickly struck up a lively conversation. The young man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, was over 1.8 meters tall, quite sturdy, not very talkative, and seemed rather honest. The young wife was much more clever, clearly the head of the household. She had a sweet tongue, calling me "brother" repeatedly. Driven by male instinct, I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. She was quite pretty. An oval face, a pointed chin, and eyes that, though not large, were always smiling and very attractive. Beneath her straight nose, her small mouth always revealed white teeth when she smiled. I immediately felt her smile was charming, very standard, like saying "cheese" in a photo. Later I learned that she had been chosen by the hospital to work as a presenter because of her good looks and sweet smile. A standard professional smile. It was just a pity that her skin wasn't very good, with some light freckles. Her figure was very well-proportioned, but her hips weren't perky enough, somewhat flat, making her waist appear slightly slender, which was a shame considering her long legs. When standing, her toes were turned slightly inward, still with a girlish posture, clearly not very old. While not a stunning beauty... But it was the prime of the girl's life, and being newly married, her allure was undeniable . The bride quickly became very close to my wife, chatting animatedly about clothes, makeup, shopping, and travel itineraries. The young man, however, was envious, staring at my laptop's wireless internet. He was also a netizen, and when the topic of computers came up, he quickly became talkative, no longer so reserved. My wife joined the conversation, asking me about the computer they got for their wedding. Later, she even used my laptop to play online games. We quickly became friends. Traveling together made the journey much more enjoyable. As a seasoned traveler and a member of the school's mountaineering team, I naturally had the right to show off to the newbies, and seeing my wife's admiring gaze, I felt very proud. I became more talkative. After traveling together for several days, something happened. Because it was peak tourist season, accommodation was scarce, and that night we finally found a hotel with a double suite. I was dumbfounded when I checked in. The so-called "double suite" was just a regular room partitioned into two rooms with wooden planks, replacing the single bed with a double bed! The room was tiny; with the double bed in place, there was barely half a meter of space left—enough to barely turn around! The bathroom was shared between the two rooms, and the window was blocked by the building in front, only able to be half-open; you could touch the wall of the building in front with your hand! Oh well, there was nothing I could do but accept it. It was peak season, after all. We ate some snacks outside that evening, and after showering, we went to sleep. I discovered the room was very poorly soundproofed. The space was already small, and with the plywood partitions, you could hear even whispers. Listening to my wife's shower, I felt a surge of desire, but the environment was unpleasant, so I didn't dare make love. I forced myself to sleep , suppressing my lust. In the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up instinctively. I heard a creaking sound beside me, accompanied by suppressed breathing. I immediately realized that the newlyweds were burning with passion and had secretly started making love! Even though they were very careful, separated only by a single plank, I could still hear them clearly in the dead of night. My JI8 immediately got hard. I used to stay at a Home Inn, and I've heard plenty of couples next door talking louder than the one next to me.

The young couple was much older.

But the feeling was completely different because I knew this girl well; we'd been together day and night these past few days, and
I knew every smile and frown of hers! Just now she was chatting with me, calling me "brother," and now she's being fucked right next to me
! I can even hear her panting. Thinking about all this, I felt incredibly excited.

I realized that the least soundproof place wasn't the wooden wall, but the window by the bed! The partition not only divided
the room in two, but also the window. If it weren't for the screen and railing,
you could see the entire room next door just by peeking out from my half-window! In fact, our two houses were connected by only two feet between our beds! The half-
open, flared window, combined with the wall of the opposite building, perfectly reflected the sound back. It

was very clear; I could even hear her breathing.

At this moment, I noticed my wife was awake too, staring intently, listening intently as well.

Listening to the breathing beside me and the creaking sounds from next door, we both felt a surge of desire.

My hand stealthily slipped inside my wife's nightgown, kneading her breasts. She listened intently, not
resisting.

With each caress, her breathing quickened.

My hand then moved to her private parts, finding them already wet.

Taking advantage of the loud noise from across the street, which drowned out our sounds, I pressed myself against my wife. She parted her long
legs, allowing me easy entry.

"Ah—" my wife whimpered softly, biting her lip. I moved gently, carefully trying to make no
sound , and her breathing gradually quickened.

Then, the noise from across the street stopped.

The night was so quiet, so quiet you could almost hear each other's heartbeats, so quiet you could almost hear the breathing of two women
! Two men's panting.

I tried a few times, but even the slightest movement produced the same creaking sound as next door! My wife was extremely embarrassed,
clinging tightly to me, refusing to let me move.

At that moment, rustling sounds came from next door; clearly, the young couple was cleaning up.

"Is my new wife wiping her wet, ravaged pussy?" I thought lewdly. The thrill of seeing a familiar face
is completely different from spying on a stranger.

My wife's delicate face involuntarily appeared before my eyes. I'd seen her change into several outfits, and I really wanted to
see her naked.

I'd seen her pink lips; I really wanted to know what her tender, newlywed pussy looked like.

I'd seen her slender figure; I really wanted to know what position she was in when she was penetrated! What did her pussy
look like ? What was the position she was in? Thinking of my new wife's shy expression, I felt an unusual excitement! I
was painfully hard, almost unable to control myself.

I started thrusting forcefully.

My wife held me tightly, preventing me from moving. "

You stand on the floor, I'll lie on the bed, let's see if it works," my wife whispered in my ear. I jumped to the floor, and
my wife knelt by the bed, sticking her buttocks out at me.

Sure enough, this position made the noise much quieter.

But as I thrust in and out, my wife's breathing became rapid.

I awkwardly realized that the creaking sound had lessened, but the breathing was just as loud.

I had heard my wife's breathing and her extremely low breathing clearly just moments before, and now they must be
hearing it just as clearly! We're both shy, so we had no choice but to stop.

After a while, we heard footsteps next door, followed by the sound of water running in the bathroom—they were taking a shower!

We both said in unison.

We changed positions very quickly and started! My wife seemed very excited and fully engaged. Usually,
she 's quite shy and passive, but this time was clearly different. After just a few long thrusts, she
straightened and tightened her legs, getting into the mood.

Because I was worried that I was being too rough and would be too early, I slowed down a little. Surprisingly, she
unusually , urgent voice, "Faster, faster, I've hit the nerve!"

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and start to speed up, with large, sweeping movements.

Even then, she wasn't satisfied, and later she simply pressed down on my penis with her hand, urging and guiding
my speed of entry and exit.

Her body writhed with each thrust.

She hissed as if she had a toothache, as if each hard thrust caused her
pain .

My wife is the type who comes slowly, requiring patient foreplay and a long time
to reach climax. This time, after only a few dozen thrusts, she started! Suddenly,
she made two soft moans, pressing her hands firmly against mine, forcing me to thrust all the way in, preventing me from moving, and began to
spasm with contractions. Her

grip was incredibly strong,

painfully tight .

Just as the throbbing stopped, she impatiently lifted herself up, pressing against my hips, and
began to twist her body violently from side to side, swirling my penis inside her, hissing.

After a few more twists and turns, another spasm occurred.

I clearly felt it throb rapidly 3-4 times, as if sucking me, the force
slightly .

Then it twisted a few more times, followed by another 2-3 throbs, the force again less intense.

She stopped writhing, placed her hand on my hip, and gestured for me to continue thrusting! After a dozen or so deep thrusts,
she started spasming again, then writhing, stirring, and throbbing, repeating this cycle 4-5 times. Finally
, the throbbing became lighter and lighter; after writhing and stirring for a long time, there were only a few slight throbbing movements before my wife finally finished,
panting and said, "I'm done, you can take your turn.

" Throughout the entire process, my penis had no autonomy; it was completely controlled by my wife. The amplitude,
speed , and angle all had to be at her command. She was practically using me as a human sex toy.

Because I was worried about the neighbors coming back from showering, after my wife finished, I didn't slow down or control the time; instead, I accelerated, going in and out completely
, and started sprinting.

At first, she didn't have any special reaction; as before, after satisfying herself,
she cooperated with me very skillfully.

But as I approached and started to accelerate, she suddenly let out a soft moan, her body tensing up, and she began to clamp down on
me.

At first, I thought she was acting and playing along with me, but later I realized it wasn't; her reaction was genuine, and she
wanted it again (she said it had triggered her).

The problem is, my wife's habit is that once it triggers her, it takes almost dozens of hard thrusts
to fully bring it to a head, but at this point, I was already at it, and had no choice but to give in.

Although I knew I shouldn't ejaculate at this point, I couldn't control myself. I could only accelerate several times, pressing hard against my wife
, and ejaculate.

Normally, men ejaculate a few times, pause to catch their breath, then a few more times, triggering the next
round, repeating this several times until they've ejaculated completely! Once they're clean, they go soft.

This time, as soon as I finished ejaculating and stopped, she started spasming and contracting.

You know, men don't like continuous strong stimulation. This spasm made me feel like a floodgate
had been opened, completely losing control of the rhythm. I could only continue ejaculating following her contractions. Not only that, my wife
grabbed me and started twisting her waist, intensifying the stimulation of my penis on her. As a result, I was stimulated
to the point of near- .

Even after I had ejaculated completely, I was still being stimulated to ejaculate repeatedly, threatening to ejaculate tomorrow's semen.

In the end, she stroked my hips, twisting and swaying her waist from side to side for a long time, realizing that I was a limp slut and
couldn't stimulate myself anymore. She just whimpered like a girl throwing a tantrum. After a few moans, I reluctantly
stopped , panting heavily.

I know my wife well; I knew this was a crucial moment for her. I went limp, and she wasn't satisfied.

I felt a little ashamed, but then I thought, this time it's not my fault! I've already satisfied you once. No matter how I
train you, you can't win a second time. This time you didn't play by the rules, ambushing me halfway. Time was tight, the task
was heavy, I was caught off guard, it's normal that I couldn't hold on! Because the bathroom was occupied by them, we could only clean up with wet wipes
.

Since my wife is usually limp afterward, cleaning up is often my job, which is also
her way of flattering and pleasing me.

We didn't use a condom. I had just filled her belly to the brim, and she had been holding it in to prevent it from
leaking out.

When I put the tissue under her, she relaxed, and a gush of white fluid flowed out.

I had been holding it in for several days on the train, so I had plenty! My wife had recovered from her brief moment of embarrassment and started
comforting and encouraging me, saying, "Lazy donkeys and lazy horses poop and pee a lot!"

She hadn't been considerate at all! "I'm already exhausted and you keep going," she said coquettishly, praising my
"impressiveness."

When I parted her peach-like vulva and wiped her with a wet wipe, I noticed she hadn't quite calmed down;
the swelling hadn't subsided. With each wipe, her body and lower abdomen trembled occasionally.

Because of the heavy flow, she hadn't been able to completely empty her bladder after trying for a while, so I had to use my hand to gently push.

When my fingers, wrapped in a wet wipe, entered her, she almost rolled her eyes back.

Clearly, she still had the urge! My wife is the type who's completely satisfied after each time, limp
and utterly fulfilled, making it difficult to go again.

I've tried many times to train her to have sex twice in a row, but it's almost always unsuccessful.

This time, with such a short interval between two rounds, she still had the urge? I whispered in her ear with a grin
, "Why are you so energetic tonight?" My wife blushed crimson, covered her face with her hands, and wriggled around playfully
,

saying I was bad.

But this ostrich-like approach quickly failed, because something even more embarrassing
happened ! Sounds came from the bathroom; my wife was calling her husband, saying she was almost done showering and asked him to bring her bathrobe!

We were stunned. It turned out that the man hadn't been showering at all; he'd been eavesdropping in
the next room! Although my wife tried her best to suppress her voice, he could still clearly hear her two shouts and her
plea .

I saw my wife stiffen when she heard the boy's voice next door.

Her face turned bright red, and she

almost cried.

She kept hitting and pinching me.

I quickly stroked and kissed her, comforting her,

saying repeatedly, "It's okay, it's okay, his wife did it too.

Don't laugh at me!" My wife calmed down a bit.

I thought the exciting part of the night was over, but little did I know, an even more exciting experience was about to unfold! Just as
he was coaxing his wife, a soft gasp came from next door, followed by the new bride saying, "Aren't you going to let me sleep?!"

Then came a series of murmured whispers, followed by soft rustling sounds.

Newlyweds, driven by their desire, and perhaps because their earlier activities hadn't satisfied the groom, or perhaps the sneaky advances weren't
enough , the groom was ready for a second round! His wife's attention was drawn, and she forgot her embarrassment.

[The End]

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