My wife and I

Today I'm going to tell my story in two parts, and I hope you won't find me long-winded. The first part is how my wife and I met, because it's a very beautiful memory for me. I'm a sentimental person and don't want to forget this part of the story.

First, my wife was a potential campus beauty at our school. She was very pretty and had a great figure. I heard that the number of men pursuing her could form a company, but she didn't seem to care about any of them. She had a very good best friend, so many people started trying to win her over, like in those melodramatic TV shows, sending her snacks, taking her out to eat, etc. But I feel that can only be described with one word: "cliché." I used a big move, played a very strategic game, and gave her a husband. I have a friend from Northeast China, who is very generous, tall, and strong. He's on the school basketball team, and his type is petite and cute, which satisfies his protective instincts. My wife's best friend was exactly that type, and she especially loved playing basketball. So, I got to know her best friend first, and with my efforts to bring them together, I even paid for their first hotel stay (and bribed him with our favorite sis website). After all, I needed something from him. Having taken that crucial first step, things got simpler. With my best friend's help, we "bumped into" each other many times at the library, the school gate, the cafeteria, and the playground. We got to know each other better, and at my friend and his wife's invitations, we started going out to eat frequently. My friend was incredibly good at finding excuses—they'd celebrate their 100-day anniversary, their 100-day dating anniversary, and the most outrageous was celebrating China's successful hosting of the Olympics. The more we interacted, the more we understood each other. My wife is very low-key and doesn't like flashy people, so she rejected all the high-profile suitors. I was overjoyed to hear this; thankfully, I hadn't acted impulsively. Finally, on Valentine's Day in 2009, I successfully confessed my feelings. I remember my wife jokingly saying, "Beware of fire, theft, and your best friend."

Now, to the main point: After graduation, my wife and I both looked for jobs in the same city. After two tough years, our lives stabilized. We bought a house, a car, and finally got married. This summer, we decided to have a baby. That day, after dinner, as my wife was about to wash the dishes, I said, "Let's take a shower first." I pulled her to the bathroom and helped her take off her skirt and underwear. Her adorable 34D breasts, like a pair of white rabbits, jumped out—my favorite size. She also helped me take off my clothes and pants. We started showering in the bathroom, lathering each other with shower gel. I pretended to be helping her wash, but actually, I was roaming around her (I think most guys do this when helping their wives shower, unless you really want to). My hands caressed my beloved 34D breasts for a long time, then I reached for her clitoris, inserting a finger and moving it around. It was sticky, and I knew my wife was aroused. She grabbed my penis and started stroking it, and I felt aroused too. I was horny, my mouth was busy too. After a while of French kissing my wife, I moved to her vagina and started sucking. My fingers moved faster, and my wife's vaginal fluid increased. She became more and more aroused, writhing and moaning. I pushed her down to kneel in the bathroom and gave her oral sex (actually, my wife used to be quite quiet, but after these years of training, she's improved a lot and can accept oral sex now). Watching my penis go in and out of her mouth felt amazing. When I felt I was about to ejaculate, I stopped her because I had other plans. Besides, I'd heard that the first ejaculation is the best, so I didn't want to waste it; I wanted to use it to make a baby. After we showered, my wife said she was going to wash the dishes. She put on her pajamas and apron and went to the kitchen to get busy. I watched her from the living room, remembering how exciting it was to flirt in the kitchen in those adult films I used to watch. So, I went to the kitchen, hugged my wife from behind, and slowly slipped my hands inside her pajamas, caressing my beloved 34D. My thumbs gently rubbed her nipples, and I kissed her neck, breathing on her ear. My lower body rubbed against her buttocks. I felt her nipples harden, her face flushed, and her washing of the dishes slowed down noticeably. She reached into my pants again, stroking herself. Suddenly, I pulled my hand out, gave her a princess carry, and carried her to the living room sofa. I quickly removed her pajamas and pants, cupped her breasts in my hands, and sucked on her nipples. She clearly couldn't resist my teasing any longer and cried out, "Husband, hurry, come in, I want it!" I was also incredibly hard, and I thrust in. She was very wet, and I entered her without any resistance. My wife made a series of squelching sounds, which gave me a great sense of satisfaction. I went faster and faster, and her moans grew louder. Remembering the program I had planned, I said to her, "Let's go to the balcony to see the night view" (we live on the 26th floor, and our building is the tallest in the area, so the night view is great). She said, "We're not done yet, why are we going out?" I said, "Let's do it while we watch." Before she could agree, I picked her up. She didn't resist, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I supported her with both hands and continued to fuck her, rhythmically, until we reached the balcony. She leaned back on the balcony railing with both hands, because she needed to be supported to penetrate deeper, but later she felt too tired. She requested doggy style, so I put her down. She turned around, gripping the railing with both hands, sticking her head out high. I entered her from behind, pushing and pulling her back and forth, occasionally reaching forward to grab my favorite 34D breasts. I placed my hands on them, cupping her breasts in my palms, letting them move within my hands, like water rippling in my palms—it felt amazing. My wife was also enjoying it, but she didn't dare to cry out loud, holding it in. Soon, she came, and I continued. Later, my wife came again. Afraid she wouldn't have enough energy, we sat on the rocking chair on the balcony and continued. The chair resonated with us, creating a unique atmosphere. We kept going until we were both exhausted. After I ejaculated into my wife's body, she came again. We rested on the rocking chair for a while, enjoying the night view (this time, we really enjoyed the night view), and went to bed without even washing the dishes.

P.S.: My wife is five months pregnant now. Please send us your blessings, fellow enthusiasts! I was going to upload some old photos of our lovemaking, but my wife disagreed, so I'll just type it out. Because of her pregnancy, we haven't had sex to protect the baby. My wife is very understanding and gives me oral sex every now and then. She's busy under my typing desk right now. Because I'm typing, I haven't even had time to touch my beloved 34D! [The End]

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