The Story of My Wife During the Spring Festival

Walking in the quiet, deserted night, the cold wind on my face finally made me feel much more awake. I shook my still somewhat dizzy head, took a deep breath of the cool air, and exhaled the lingering smell of alcohol. Then I tossed the empty beer can, now completely drained, far into the distance. In the still of the night, only the rolling sound of the empty can could be heard.

After taking a few more deep breaths, I murmured, "Home!" With the Spring Festival approaching, everyone is excited and happy to go home, especially those who have been working away from home for a year. Only during the Spring Festival can they reunite with their families—a happiness that is hard to express in words.

They say that those with a home are happy, but that's not always the case, like me. It's not that I don't have a home, nor that I don't have a wife or children. It's just that whenever I come home, I always feel that my home is missing something compared to other people's homes, but I can't quite put my finger on it. If I had to pinpoint the reason, perhaps it's... My home is in a residential area called Xinya. It's a large three-bedroom apartment of about 170 square meters, which my wife and I earned through our joint efforts. We have a six-year-old son who is very clever and lovable.

My wife is a minor manager in the finance department of the municipal tax bureau. Although her official position isn't high, there are plenty of people who flatter her, so she's considered a minor manager with some real power.

Perhaps because of her work, my wife, although she never dresses up, takes great care of herself. Her face shows no signs of aging, and she remains slim. The only flaw is that she seems a little large for her size, but it's perfectly balanced by her shapely, rounded hips.

My wife is thirty-two years old, but she looks only twenty-six or twenty-seven. Yet, the charm she exudes makes men of all ages fantasize.

In comparison, I seem to be much less successful. My wife and I met through our parents' matchmaking, but we had no objections whatsoever. We felt an instant connection upon our first meeting and eventually got together.

My wife graduated from a business school and, through connections, got a job in the tax department. I, on the other hand, graduated from a film academy, majoring in directing. After graduation, I started from the lowest level and worked diligently for several years. I even directed a few films, but because of the small investments, they weren't very successful, and I wasn't recognized by the outside world. However, the box office results were decent, so I wasn't unemployed, and some companies would still invest a million or two in me to direct films.

Today is the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and there are only three days left until Lunar New Year's Eve. I had promised my wife that I would go home early tonight, but a phone call from the boss of South China Industrial Company forced me to abandon my wish to go home early. Perhaps this was in line with my wishes anyway.

Zhang Xiangqiang is the CEO of Huanan Industrial Group. He invested in and produced my first film. This time, he called to say he was going to invest five million yuan in me to make an urban romance film. I was naturally happy to hear this, so I called home and said I would be home late.

At the dinner table, Zhang Xiangqiang expressed his willingness to invest, gave me the script, and asked me to take a look and choose actors. However, his only requirement was that the female lead had to be his choice. This wasn't a big deal; we rely on these CEOs for funding, so it's perfectly normal for them to designate a

female lead. However, apart from his lawyer, I didn't see his so-called designated female lead at the dinner table.

We agreed that the money would be transferred gradually after the Lantern Festival, and the female lead wouldn't arrive until the end of March. I would be responsible for arranging the remaining preparations.

Since the discussion was over, there was nothing more to say. He left with his lawyer and driver, leaving me, a little tipsy, walking home.

It should have been a happy day, but thinking about the date, I felt a sense of unease. According to our agreement, today was supposed to be our second time making love this week. However, for the past few months, I've been feeling increasingly inadequate. At my age, while I'm not as strong as I was when we first got married, at 34, I shouldn't be feeling this way. After all, I've been taking supplements regularly, but my performance in bed has been declining.

I felt a sense of resistance, unsure how to face my wife when I got home. But I couldn't stay away, so after dinner, I unconsciously bought two bottles of beer and drank them as I walked. Only after finishing them did I realize that avoidance wasn't the solution; facing it was the best way out. I sighed deeply and started walking home.

Pushing open the door, the warmth of the house greeted me, instantly dispelling the chill I felt outside.

It was already 11 pm. According to my wife's schedule, she should be asleep by now, which was probably why I was home so late.

After washing up, I quietly entered the bedroom. Seeing that my wife was already fast asleep, I finally felt relieved. I then quietly got into bed, but my mind was already racing, trying to figure out how to make my next film stand out.

Just as I was lost in thought, a warm hand suddenly slipped into my pajama bottoms and grabbed my little brother, which was hidden between my legs.

"Honey, you're back!" my wife whispered in my ear.

If it were any other man, hearing his wife's words, he would probably be excited beyond measure. But when I heard my wife's words, I was inwardly groaning. I had assumed that my wife was fast asleep, but I didn't expect that she had been waiting for me, waiting for me to love her.

"Yeah, I'm back. It's getting late. You have to go to work tomorrow. Get some rest!" I said casually, grabbing her hand and trying to pull it out of my pajama bottoms.

"No~ I'm not sleepy, I've been waiting for you! You're back so late today, you must have a new movie coming out, right?" Hearing my wife's coquettish voice, I got goosebumps all over and felt a little uneasy. I guess I can't escape it tonight.

"Yeah, time is tight. This investment is five million, I hope it will be a success!" I tried to pull my wife's hand away, but she refused to let go, grabbing my penis and stroking it back and forth.

"Really? Five million? That's more than the last two times, are you happy, honey?" My wife propped herself up on the bed with one hand, looked up at me with slightly hazy eyes, and was already breathing heavily. Her other hand stroking my penis faster, making it involuntarily rise slightly.

"Happy, how could I not be happy, honey?" I sighed inwardly. I had hoped to rest for a couple more days before making love with my wife, but I didn't expect her to not let me off the hook even once.

Well, I knew I couldn't satisfy my wife, and my body hadn't been working well lately, but I couldn't bear to disappoint her. Since I was already somewhat erect

, I figured I'd give it a shot. Hopefully, this time it would last a few more minutes than last time; I definitely didn't want to finish in less than five minutes. "Honey, since you're happy, let me be happy too!" My wife, her face flushed and panting, brought her lips to my mouth.

I lifted my head and kissed her lips, then gave her plump buttocks a light slap, saying, "If you want to be happy, I have to be happy first!" "You're so annoying!" My wife spat, then abruptly pulled the blanket over her head and burrowed under it. Although I couldn't see her every move, I could feel how excited and eager she was, because her hands had already pulled down my pajama bottoms, leaving my half-erect penis in her grasp.

In my daze, I felt my little brother enter an incredibly warm cave, and inside, a slippery, large snake was licking the head of my brother.

This wasn't fear, but a thrill, an unparalleled thrill.

It was a kind of happiness, an act that made a man feel incredibly confident.

It was also a kind of dignity, the dignity a man should have in front of a woman.

I know my wife isn't the promiscuous type, because this kind of thing would disgust her. But I also know she really needs my love. Lately, I've been avoiding it, and when I can't avoid it, I either can't get an erection, or if I do, it never lasts more than five minutes.

Watching the blankets rise and fall, I know my wife is enduring the urge to vomit while giving me this. Seeing her like this, I feel guilty. Any man would feel guilty for not being able to satisfy his wife. I

know my wife understands me too. She knows that for some reason, I've been avoiding it these past few days, but the more I avoid it, the less confident I become, making it unbearable for her. And she loves me so much; she would never do anything to betray me. So, one time, at my request, she finally gave in and gave me oral sex. Although there was practically no skill involved, it made me last for over ten minutes.

I know my wife still wasn't satisfied that time, but it made her feel a little happy. So later, whenever I made a request, she understood. Gradually, she seemed to stop feeling disgusted, but I still didn't make any progress. It was still the same, sometimes even worse than usual.

My wife was licking me up and down in bed, occasionally giving me a deep throat, finally making my penis reach a slightly firmer than normal.

Sensing my change, my wife kept writhing in the bed. I knew she was definitely aroused, because with her movements, her silk nightgown was slowly revealing her vulva, the mysterious cleavage between her thighs shimmering.

For some reason, I lifted my wife's left leg, letting her straddle me. Feeling my action, my wife's body trembled violently, involuntarily sitting on my chest.

Feeling her trembling, I knew she must be incredibly excited. I lifted her hands and moved them towards my head. My wife's body stiffened suddenly, but then cooperated with my movement, moving them over my head.

Gazing at my wife's glistening cleavage, I felt a pang of bitterness. If I were perfectly erect, even like a normal man, I could offer her a mutually satisfying experience. But now, I knew my actions were merely a way to find another way to please her.

After a pause, my wife's body grew even hotter, and she took my penis into her mouth again, her movements becoming increasingly rapid. Yet, my manhood, which should have been a source of pride, remained largely unchanged.

I slowly extended my tongue, forcefully licking the glistening area between her thighs. A soft moan escaped her lips from under the covers, and she sat on my head.

I gently lifted her vulva and began to lick it vigorously. Her moans grew louder and louder; thankfully, the room was very soundproof, otherwise, I don't know what my son would say if he heard.

The licking speed increased, and my wife's movements became faster, as did her movements as quickly. Gradually, my wife seemed to adapt to my licking and began to move rhythmically. I reached my hands under the covers between her legs, grasped her breasts that swayed with her movements, and pinched her already hard nipples.

Under this double stimulation, my wife's moans grew louder, and seemed to contain a sobbing sound, her writhing becoming more and more intense.

Hearing her sobs, I knew she was about to come, so I increased the frequency of my licking, and my hands applied more pressure, sometimes kneading her breasts, sometimes pinching her nipples.

In less than a minute, my wife began to writhe violently, moving up and down in sync with my licking tongue, and her little mouth began to give me deep throat, every time.

When my penis entered my wife's deep throat again, she let out an even louder sob, suddenly sat on my head, and a stream of liquid spurted from that alluring depth, spraying directly onto my face. With her arrival, my legs went weak and I collapsed.

For some unknown reason, she slightly bit down hard on my penis, which was deep inside her throat. Caught off guard, I ejaculated, spraying directly into her throat.

"Cough...cough!" Caught off guard, my wife choked, involuntarily swallowing the semen that had sprayed into her throat.

After ejaculating, I knew that to enter my wife's depths again today would be impossible. Hearing my wife cough, I was startled and quickly pulled my slowly softening penis out of her mouth.

Lifting the covers, my wife, not caring if our son found out, and without even straightening her pajamas, ran to the bathroom. Then, all I heard was coughing and rinsing her mouth. I lay on the edge of the bed, pulled two tissues from the bedside table, and cleaned my penis. My eyes, however, were filled with guilt as I looked towards the door.

Soon, my wife walked in, her cheeks flushed. After closing the door, she lay down beside me and started stroking my penis again.

"Honey, you're so annoying! Who ejaculates inside me like that? I didn't even have a chance to spit it out, I swallowed it all!" She seemed to have licked me with her tongue earlier, so her face was flushed with desire.

"It's all your fault, you had to bite me at the end, how could I control myself?" "Who told you to do that to me today? You've never done that to me before! But…" "But what?" "Hehe, but it felt pretty good, honey, I want more, I want yours!" My wife's hand slowly stroked my penis.

Perhaps because of my guilt towards my wife, I tried my best to cooperate with her actions, but after trying for a long time, my penis seemed like a wilted eggplant, showing no reaction whatsoever, still drooping.

"I'm sorry, honey!" I said guiltily.

"It's...it's okay, maybe you've been too tired lately!" My wife's face showed some disappointment; her earlier desire had been diluted by this pointless effort.

I removed my wife's hand from my penis and said,

"Shall we rest?"

My wife stiffened upon hearing this, then forced a gentle smile and said, "Okay, let's rest then!" She kissed me on the cheek, then turned and lay down with her back to me.

Seeing the disappointment and bitterness in her smile, I didn't know what to do. I simply covered her with the blanket and lay down as well.

Whether it was because I hadn't penetrated her or because of the alcohol, my mind was filled with chaotic thoughts. After all, we were still young; if I lost this opportunity at this age, I truly didn't know how I would live my life.

Slowly, I became sleepy, and just as I was about to drift off, I suddenly felt my wife move. Turning my head, I saw the blanket on top of her, near her lower body, moving slightly.

I knew what my wife was doing, but the reason she was doing all this was because of me.

Life, this is my life. Everyone envies me for having a good family, a gentle, virtuous, beautiful, and generous wife, and an obedient and adorable son. But who knows that because of my own actions, this family seems to be less wonderful than others imagine, and may very well break apart one day because of a small crack?

The night was incredibly quiet. I don't know when, but the blanket on my wife stopped moving, and she truly fell asleep. However, I couldn't fall asleep because of my wife's actions.

How can I change our life? How can I change the current situation? I really don't know, and don't ask me. I only know that if this family wants to live happily, then we need to change the current situation, and at the very least, we need to satisfy my wife sexually. My wife isn't a typical woman, but her sexual desires are very strong. What should I do? This is giving

me a headache!!!

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