Shen Yuzhi's elegant and reserved wife's diary, wife's first time 3p0109

Sending my lover off
, I don't want you to worry,
I don't want you to fret, I don't want you to wear the wrong clothes.
My little sister's clothes are made of silver chains, but
my lover's clothes are made of eight treasures and auspicious symbols.
I don't want you to panic, I don't want you to be busy,
I don't want you to wear the wrong clothes.
My little sister's clothes are made of flowery sleeves,
but my lover's clothes have long horseshoe sleeves.
I'm sending my lover off to the gate. I've reached the east gate and cried out,
"Heavens, rain! Don't
let the wind blow, a little rain would be better!
A little rain can keep my lover here a few more minutes.
" I'm sending my lover off to the gate. I've reached the south gate and
smoothed my waist... I took out a string of coins.
I'll leave this string of coins for my lover to use on his journey.
My lover, if you're thirsty or hungry,
use it to have a bite to eat.
Little sister is seeing her lover off. I've seen him off to the west gate.
I look up and see a pear seller.
I want to buy some for my lover,
but then I think, my lover doesn't like sour things.
Little sister is seeing her lover off. I've seen him off to the north gate.
I look up and see wild geese flying south, lined up in formation. Wild geese
flying south will eventually return north. My lover, I don't know when you'll return. My lover, I don't know when you'll return . This is a poem by my wife, "Sending My Lover Off," a folk song. ********** ... As it slowly penetrated, the inner flesh opened and enveloped the rod; as it withdrew, the layers of flesh, like fish mouths, clung on, unwilling to let the thick rod leave so abruptly. W's thrusts were slow yet powerful, and ripples spread across my wife's plump buttocks. I think W didn't want to miss a single inch of the tender flesh inside my wife's vagina. W's thrusts gradually increased in speed. I knew that once a man had tasted my wife's pleasure, no man could resist . You would involuntarily want to enter quickly, each time deeper, as if only reaching the deepest part of her vagina could bring you satisfaction. Meanwhile, W's hands began to frantically caress my wife's entire body: W was 183cm tall, and his hands, large and powerful, caressed my wife's beautiful face, then slid down her chin, encircled her neck, and then gripped her large breasts tightly . With a slight exertion of his arms, my wife's petite body was almost embedded in W's embrace, and W's buttocks began to move rapidly. As usual, when my wife made love to me, she first let out suppressed, meaningless syllables, followed by a continuous stream of moans. Her moans were distinctive; they were constant, yet never boring, interspersed with high and low , encouraging the man to ravage and ravage her. At dinner, W mentioned that he had deliberately abstained from sex for a week before coming. I imagine his penis must be hard right now. My wife loves hardness. As I witnessed the erotic scene before me, my thoughts raced. "Ying, do you want to rest for a while ?" My wife bit her lower lip, shook her head, her hair bouncing with each thrust, sometimes obscuring her beautiful, intoxicated face . I saw her open her mouth and say something, but I couldn't hear her clearly, so I leaned closer and whispered what she said. My wife leaned close to my ear , her voice trembling with tears, and squeezed out a sentence from her throat: "Let him fuck me!" I was struck dumb, a wave of pleasure shooting from my tailbone to my brain. This was our secret code during sex: I remember a few years ago when I first encountered threesome novels, my wife scolded me mercilessly—I never hid it from her, and we always shared our interests. Gradually, my wife started reading some too, and gradually we would discuss the content of the novels when things got intense, and gradually, we began to immerse ourselves in the stories. By chance, I got drunk again, and during sex, I couldn't ejaculate, yet my penis was swollen like an iron rod. In the midst of the thrusting, I told my wife, "You've been fucked!" This time, my wife didn't take offense at my drinking. She's always gentle, and seeing my discomfort, she breathed a soft "Mmm" in response. I was secretly delighted, my penis suddenly growing even larger. "Tell him to fuck you!" "Let him fuck me!" my wife said pitifully. I clearly felt her gradually drying vagina suddenly gush out a stream of love fluid. I quickened my pace and finally ejaculated with my wife's next words, "Let him fuck me!" That night I slept like a baby, my wife said. From then on, whenever things got intimate, my wife would always say, "Let him fuck me!" And whenever I asked my wife afterwards, "Honey, find you a handsome guy, and we'll both serve you," my wife would blush and turn her face away, saying, "Ugh, no way, you shameless bastard." After this went on for a while, I finally persuaded my wife to chat with W online for over a month. W lives in a state across from ours, about a 5-hour drive. He's a nice guy, married with a daughter, and handsome—at least my wife finds him pleasing to the eye. W mentioned he was going on a business trip to a nearby city, so I invited him to stay at our place. We agreed it didn't have to be a threesome; it was just a friendly get-together. When I told my wife, she seemed visibly flustered. I reassured her, saying it wasn't about sex. Just treat him like a friend visiting, like we chat online, have fun and laugh. W arrived on the appointed day. He was handsome, just like in the video. W presented us with a gift, and my wife had already prepared food and drinks. At the table, we were like old friends reunited, chatting and laughing. I was surprised by my wife's composure—you can never truly understand a woman. That night, W stayed in the guest room. Back in the bedroom with my wife, I started to get physical. My wife had drunk a little, and I knew I couldn't miss this opportunity.

"Ying, blindfold yourself,"
I suggested as my wife began to pant and her vagina started to throb.
"That way, you can pretend it's W fucking you!"
My wife shuddered, "Ugh!"
but still took the blindfold.
"Ying, get up and lie down."
My wife was now completely naked, her flawless ivory body gleaming like silk under the soft bedroom light.
Lying on the bed, my wife ran her left hand through her long hair, exuding charm.
In this position, my wife's figure was on full display: her breasts, like papayas, hung on her chest, her waist was slender,
but were large. I squatted down slightly to look at her, and my wife's buttocks were like a perfectly large peach,
the pit being her vulva. Her white buttocks and legs contrasted sharply with her dark vulva.
I was excited by the sight, so I opened my mouth and took the entire peach pit into my mouth, my tongue starting from her perineum, plowing open my wife's vulva.
A moment later, my wife began to hum, and I knew she was starting to crave the fullness of a thick rod.
"I'll go call W."
"Mmm,"
my wife murmured, almost weeping.
Unbeknownst to her, after the door opened and closed, W actually came into our bedroom naked! "
Who do you want to fuck?"
I asked, holding my enormous penis and rubbing the head against my wife's vulva.
"W."
This was a scene W and I had planned together. W gave me an understanding look, held his
penis , and stood behind my wife.
I moved closer, not wanting to miss witnessing this first time someone else's penis enter my beautiful,
dignified gentle wife's vagina.
I felt my breath burning as if it would explode my lungs.
The night was quiet, and my heart pounded like the drumbeats of a disco song.
My wife's labia majora were plump and full, tightly embracing her labia minora. At that moment, W's egg-shaped glans slid open
and entered. My wife moaned, and I felt dizzy... My wife began to moan ecstatically... W gently removed my wife's blindfold...
"Sister-in-law!"
"No..."
my wife cried out.
But I saw her buttocks move back half an inch, following W's withdrawn penis.
"Baby, I love you so much, I just want you to be happy!"
I said incoherently, holding my wife's hair.
"Sister-in-law, I've fallen ill with lovesickness for you, just treat me like this."
As he spoke, W reached under my wife's armpits and hugged her tightly.
I knew my wife was always soft-hearted, and now that it had already happened, she would most likely agree.
"Husband, hold me tight."
My wife said shyly, glancing behind her.
W was clearly relieved, and he began to move again.
Since the deed had just been done, the three of us finished hastily.
My wife went to the bathroom to clean up first, then W.
I took the opportunity to comfort my wife.
From what I observed, my wife was more shy than angry, and my thoughts started racing again.
After showering, W said goodnight in our bedroom and was about to return to the guest room.
"Are you trying to turn your back on me? At least comfort your sister-in-law!"
"Get lost!"
my wife elbowed me.
W smiled awkwardly, came in, and sat down next to my wife.
"I'm going to shower,"
I said, getting up.
I deliberately lingered in the bathroom for a while, and when I came out, I saw the scene described at the beginning of this story.
The yellowish-white light of the streetlamp filtered into the bedroom. In the dim night, I listened to my wife's moans, sometimes high, sometimes low, and watched her
fair body move in W's arms. Her body radiated a sacred light, and I understood the profound meaning of goddess;
at this moment, my wife must also be W's goddess.
Suddenly, W's buttocks thrust and withdrew from behind my wife with even greater speed, repeating the cycle, and my wife
tilted her head back, letting out a long "Ah..." echoing in the bedroom.
W hurriedly withdrew his penis, which was now at least 17 or 18 centimeters long, its glans erect and
shiny purple, pointing upwards. Semen smeared the shaft, slowly flowing from the glans to the scrotum.
"Sister-in-law, it's so wonderful inside, I don't want to ejaculate so soon. Brother, can you hold me for a while?" "
Mmm...husband..."
His wife's hand actually reached for her crotch! His usually reserved and elegant wife had never been so passionate before. Her eyes were hazy
as she chased after my lips for a kiss.
Unable to bear seeing his wife hanging uncomfortably in mid-air, he placed his arm under her legs, supporting her back with one hand, and lifted her
onto the bed—he knew she was tired; her muscles had been tense, which had been exhausting—and then,
supporting his penis, he "
slipped" into her vagina: it was like heaven! His buttocks began to move like a ramming machine, his mind
focused on ensuring his wife's pleasure continued seamlessly.
"Ah..."
his wife moaned joyfully.
"It's coming..."
Although my penis was slightly shorter than W's, I knew my wife's erogenous zones, and every thrust landed on her G-
spot. Soon, my wife stopped moaning, tensed her legs and body, and then released, curling up
on the bed.
"Mmm... Husband, I love you!"
W leaned closer with an envious expression, his hand slowly moving down my wife's neck, to her waist, to her buttocks—
circling , lightly brushing against her inner thighs, then moving up to her waist, to her chest, grasping her breasts,
teasing her nipples with his index finger.
He glanced at me every now and then.
I hadn't ejaculated while fucking my wife earlier, and now I witnessed W caressing my beloved wife: he touched my wife
's breasts! He even grabbed her buttocks! He touched her cunt! My wife closed her eyes, enjoying W's caresses.
I knew my wife craved caresses at this moment—W was truly an expert; we had found the right person.
I sat on the edge of the bed, holding only my wife's small feet, just to let her know I was there. The rest of her body was
left to W to possess. A moment later, I suggested we go upstairs to the guest room.
My wife suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze shifting, as if asking: "What kind of mischief are you up to now?" W, of course, replied
indifferently , "Two to one."
I got up and started to walk. Halfway up the stairs, I heard footsteps behind me; sure enough, the two of them were following…
wait a minute , there was even a moan from my wife.
I turned around and saw my petite wife's legs wrapped around W's waist, while W's hands firmly supported her buttocks
. That enormous penis that would drive any woman wild was being thrust into my wife's recently climaxed vagina! And as W…
With each step up the stairs, his massive penis thrust in and out of my wife's tender cunt! My quiet and elegant wife was clearly intoxicated by
this violent sex.
She had never entered a second round of lovemaking so quickly before.
My wife was conquered and captivated by W's virility.
My penis was as hard as an iron rod.
I quickly opened the guest room door and stopped W from putting my wife on the bed.
I turned on the guest room light—of course, the curtains were drawn.
"Husband..."
my wife called me coquettishly.
"What is it, baby?"
I pretended not to understand.
"The light!"
my wife said, unable to contain her embarrassment.
It turned out that my wife was shy and wanted me to turn off the light.
I ignored her and reached my hands under my armpits from behind, holding my wife's upper body. My wife lay down in my
arms .
At this moment, W grabbed my wife's legs like a cart and began to fuck her.
Perhaps having learned from his earlier experience, W knew the ability of my wife's cunt to suck up semen like a bone, or perhaps he had exhausted too much energy
climbing the stairs , W began to thrust into my wife at a steady and slow pace.
My wife closed her eyes, not moaning, just breathing heavily.
I leaned close to her ear, "Is his penis big?"
She nodded almost imperceptibly, a blush rising to her cheeks again. Her
hands wrapped around my neck.
W was thrusting vigorously beneath her; his penis was so thick that each insertion pulled her labia minora into her
vagina, and each withdrawal turned the tender flesh inside out.
I stared at this lewd scene, whispering in her ear, trying to make sure only we could hear
, "W is fucking you!"
"You're letting W fuck you!"... Under such stimulation, my wife's orgasm came especially quickly this time.
"Dear husband!"
"Call me daddy!"
"Daddy, dear daddy!"
This was another secret code between my wife and me; every time we said this, it meant she was close to climaxing.
"Let him fuck me! Dad, let W fuck me!"
"Will you let him fuck you again?"
"Yes, let him! Let him fuck me, fuck me for my own father to see!"
The wife had already climaxed! Stiff! All voices were silent! Only W held his wife's legs, thrusting his huge penis rapidly
into her wet and overflowing vagina with all his might.
Suddenly, with a long moan from W, streams of semen spurted from the huge cannon in W's hand, splashing
onto his wife's lower abdomen, chest, and breasts, yellowish-white yet as vibrant as summer flowers.

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