【Addicted to Lust】(03) Author: nnntr

Author: nnntr
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Pornography - 3

It was past nine o'clock at night when we got back to our place. Tim parked the car by the roadside, opened the door, and told me
he was going to probably wouldn't be back. After saying

that, he gave my wife a meaningful smile, closed the door, and left. My wife didn't dare to say much while Tim was there. After he left, she let out a long sigh,
glared at me reproachfully, bent down to take off her high heels, and went up the stairs to our room on the second floor. I stood at the bottom of the stairs
, looking up at my wife as she gently swayed her beautiful hips as she walked up. Recalling the scenes from just now, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust.
I quickly followed her, grabbed Bai Lu at the door, almost pushed her inside, and casually closed the door.

"Hey, why did you push me? You're so annoying!"

"Hehe, honey, I think you look especially beautiful today, really," I said with a sly grin. "Let your husband see
what you bought." I snatched the Victoria's Secret paper bag and eagerly tore open the plastic packaging. Inside, I saw
a black lace T-shirt, a fuchsia T-back V-striking,
and two slightly more conservative Cheeky dresses, one turquoise and one gray. But I was still
incredibly excited .

My wife usually dresses conservatively, requiring formal attire for work, but otherwise still maintains her cute, student-era
style. I often tease her that she's already in the workforce but still trying to look young. When it comes to lingerie, my wife's only requirement is comfort.
Although she only has a B cup, she doesn't use various push-up bras to create the
illusion of cleavage like some small-breasted women. She mostly wears simple cotton bras, and her panties are all high-waisted bodycon
styles. Although I've bought her sexy lingerie, she's shy about wearing it even during foreplay,
let alone everyday wear.

I often complain to her that such a beautiful bottom deserves more sexy lingerie to avoid wasting it, and
she always smiles sweetly and retorts that no one sees it anyway. When we're actually half-undressed and ready for lovemaking,
I always quickly take off her lingerie, since even the sexiest clothes won't be visible for long.

Unexpectedly, my wife actually bought sexy lingerie on her own initiative. It seems that being in America, far away in a foreign land,
has softened her conservative nature a bit. So I begged her to change and let me see.

"I haven't washed it yet, it's not clean." Although my wife kept refusing, she couldn't resist my persistent pleading. She
gently untied her black skirt, sat on the bed, and slowly pulled down her panties, revealing a small tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair between her legs. She was about to
pick up her lake-green cheeky thong when I snatched it away.

"Wear this orange-red thong, honey~, it matches your toenail polish perfectly~" Seeing my eager expression,
my wife sighed helplessly, "...You pervert!" and then slipped her two
long, snow-white legs into the thong. From the front, this thong looked no different from ordinary low-rise panties, except for two crossed ribbons
in the back . It also had certain requirements for the wearer. Most girls
would show a little bit of pubic hair in the front, unless they regularly trimmed their pubic hair like most American girls to maintain their bikini line.
And there was nothing in the back except for the two horizontal and vertical straps, which would make a not-so-firm buttocks appear particularly flat.
My wife is naturally hairless; a trim under her arms once a year is enough to keep her looking fresh all summer. Her pubic area has only a small tuft of dark, glossy pubic hair
on . Her labia and anus are spotless, and her buttocks are especially
firm and perky, making her look stunning in thongs.

My wife put on her underwear and stood up shyly, looking at herself in the mirror, seemingly captivated by her own
alluring figure, something she had never possessed before. Her small feet were on the carpet, and she habitually half-stood on her tiptoes. Her slender
calves showed the faint outline of muscle; though fair, they didn't appear weak. Her thighs were exceptionally full, like two
white lotus roots, their skin smooth and delicate. The curves flowed perfectly upwards to her two round, white buttocks.
Only two rose-red ribbons adorned her waist and buttocks, making her skin appear even whiter. Two round dimples were visible at her waist,
like deep dimples embedded in her firm, shapely buttocks.

My wife was still wearing her daytime formal shirt, tied in a knot at her waist, but
her lower body . The thought of my wife dressed like this during the day to represent her company at a conference, and then standing almost naked
in front of me at night for me to see, overwhelmed my lust. I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear, revealing my already
aroused genitals, and hugged my wife tightly from behind.

I buried my head in her neck, intoxicated by her scent. My left hand slipped inside her shirt to unhook
her bra and began to fondle her nipples. Although her breasts weren't large, her nipples were exceptionally full, the size and color of
cherries , a deep red. Even normally, they weren't limp; caught off guard by my sudden
attack, they hardened within minutes of being touched.

I was surprised by how quickly my wife became aroused. I teased her in the ear, "You little slut, why are your nipples hard
so quickly today?" My other hand reached down to her waist, pulled open her thong, and inserted my penis
between her tightly pressed thighs from behind. "Darling, can you open your legs a little wider?"

My wife tried to pull away, but I held her tightly. With both hands attacking her sensitive areas, she
went limp. I took the opportunity to push my hard, stick-like penis firmly against her vulva and gently
moved it back and forth.

My wife and I met on a university campus. She was two years younger than me. Although we weren't in the same major,
after more than a year of my persistent pursuit, we finally started dating when she was a sophomore. Because of her
strict upbringing and the fact that I was her first serious boyfriend, my wife had always refused to sleep with me. However, being gentle and
submissive she never refused to let my nimble and delicate hands satisfy my sexual desires.

She was admitted to another university in the same city for graduate studies after graduating from her senior year of college, while I had been working for two years.
After meeting each other's parents, we were engaged and agreed to marry after she graduated with her master's degree. Finally, after my persistent
pleading, Bailu gave me her precious virginity on a warm spring night. For the next three years, Bailu
spent every weekend in my rented apartment, but because I shared it with a colleague, we didn't fully enjoy sex
until after we got married and bought a small, secondhand two-bedroom apartment with financial assistance from both sets of parents. Only then could we
indulge .

My wife isn't a woman with a strong sex drive; I can hardly recall her ever initiating intercourse, let alone in bed.
She was completely passive. But with the slightest teasing, she was easily aroused, and once my penis was
inside her, she was completely obedient. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but my wife's orgasms came very quickly. After I pressed her down and thrust into her for a few minutes, she would
tremble all over, her breasts and buttocks would turn red, and large beads of sweat would appear. Her hands and legs would be tightly wrapped around my
back , and her vaginal muscles would contract tightly. Perhaps because she was always worried about her roommate next door when we made love before, my wife
had always resisted making too much noise during intercourse. Even after we got married and had our own space, my wife was still shy about
moaning . At most, she would squeeze out a few soft and seductive moans from her nose in the few seconds before orgasm.

My wife's orgasms come and go quickly. After the climax, I can't continue thrusting
for stops producing lubrication. At this point, she often frowns and shows a pained expression. Although
I don't want her to cry out in pain and spoil my mood, I cherish my wife the most. I usually don't let her do housework,
let alone let her suffer pain. I usually pull out my penis and let her help me ejaculate with her hand.
She has never experienced multiple orgasms.

But today is different. Perhaps because we are in a completely unfamiliar environment, my wife, unusually, did not resist my
lewd behavior, but she didn't cooperate either. She just lowered her head, closed her eyes, and let me take liberties with her.

My wife's erogenous zones are mainly concentrated on the back of her neck, waist, and nipples. I kept teasing and twisting her
nipples with both hands while gently sucking on her neck. Looking up at my wife's snow-white figure in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel
lustful . My penis throbbed a few times, wanting to part her swollen labia and penetrate her.

My wife noticed my unusual behavior and looked up to see the lewd scene in the mirror. She blushed with embarrassment and
struggled to break free from my embrace. I wouldn't let her escape. In a few quick movements, I removed her top and bra, grabbed her
hands, and pressed her upper body against the mirror. I spread her legs and tried to thrust in.

However, her long legs and plump buttocks pressed against my pubic bone, and my glans could only
penetrate halfway before I couldn't go any further. Feeling the gentle embrace of her labia, warm and already overflowing with juices,
I frantically turned her around. With my right hand, I wrapped her left leg around my arm and lifted it to
my shoulder . With my left hand, I pulled down the thong strap between her legs, grasped my penis, and groped around her lower body a few times before finding
the right spot and plunging it in completely. Then I began to thrust forcefully.

After I penetrated my wife, her limbs went limp. Fortunately, she was incredibly flexible, and this high-split
frontal position was nothing to her. Panting heavily as I thrust in and out, she managed to squeeze out a few
words of reproach:

"...Ugh...Ugh...Ugh...Pull it out..."

Like a tireless horse pulling a cart, I exhaled hot breaths, my lower body still thrusting relentlessly,
my usual nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one long forgotten.

"Why, wife...Oh...So good..."

"...Ugh...Oh...You didn't wear a condom...and you didn't wash your genitals...So dirty...Ah..." "

...It's okay, wife...Just this once..." With that, I thrust even more wildly. My hands
gripped her buttocks tightly, and I lowered my head to find her tongue.

Her tongue was captured in my mouth, and she could only weakly protest with whimpers, but her nimble tongue couldn't help but
entwine .

My wife's orgasms are clitoral, requiring ample contact and friction between her mons pubis and the man's genitals to reach their peak.
In this position, only about half of my penis is inside her spread labia. Knowing this makes it difficult for her to reach climax,
I considered taking her to bed and switching to the missionary position to give her a more substantial thrust. But I also felt it was rare for her to be
so open and cooperative, and I didn't want our lovemaking to end so soon after her orgasm. So, I steeled myself and continued thrusting.

After a while, my wife suddenly struggled to lift her head and said,

"...Ugh...Honey...I need to go to the toilet..."

"...What do you want to do there...Let me fuck you a few more times before you go..."

"...Um...I...I need to pee...Don't push...If you push any harder, I'll pee..."

At this point, I couldn't bear to pull out my penis, so I bent down slightly and lifted my wife's legs from behind her knees, supporting
her long, slender legs with my arms, letting her legs cross behind her waist, and encircling her back with my hands, leaving only
my penis connecting our lower bodies. I held my wife like this, thrusting in and out as I walked out of the room. My wife only
weighed a little over 90 pounds, and I regularly run and exercise, so although this train bento position was a first for me,
I could handle it physically.

"Hehe...husband will carry you to pee."

My wife exclaimed, struggling to get down, but the hot, throbbing penis inside her made it almost impossible for
her to think. Afraid of slipping off me, she could only cling tightly to my neck, letting me carry her
out of the room like two naked conjoined twins.

Perhaps it was the novelty of this new position, but as we walked, I felt her already incredibly
tight vagina tighten even more. If it weren't for my rock-hard penis, it would have been squeezed out
of her vagina. Her love juices flowed down my thighs as my penis moved between her red, moist openings.

Seeing that we were about to reach the second floor, I was afraid of losing my balance and falling, so I turned around and
slowly backwards, telling my wife to hold onto the handrail with one hand and the wall with the other. Even so
, I was exhausted by the time we reached the first floor. Taking advantage of the situation, I gently placed my wife's back on the steps, her legs still tightly wrapped around my waist, but I
pressed my entire weight onto her. As I thrust in and out, my pubic bone rubbed against her mons pubis,
while my other hand reached out to find her slightly exposed clitoris and gently tugged at it.

My wife had already been brought to the brink of ecstasy by me, but she was still suffering from a lack of direct stimulation. She was panting
anxiously in my ear, feeling flustered. After I pressed her down heavily and returned her to her most familiar position,
and I gently teased her clitoris, like a fish returning to the sea. Suddenly, she opened her beautiful eyes wide, raised her upper body, and hugged me
tightly , frowning and moaning loudly. Her two perky nipples rubbed against my chest,
and a fine layer of sweat had formed on her snow-white skin.

I was engrossed in rapid, vigorous thrusting, barely noticing the delicate folds of my wife's vagina and
the tight, powerful muscles of her inner walls. My only thought was to bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible. Suddenly, I felt her body stiffen, her
moans cease, and her vaginal walls contracted violently, followed by a slight tremor throughout her body. Under this intense
stimulation, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated, my pent-up semen shooting deep into her vagina in spurts, white and cloudy...
The liquid coated every tiny fold of my wife's vagina.

I had just looked up to ask if she had orgasmed when I was surprised to find her staring in horror at what was behind me.
Her slight trembling had turned into uncontrollable, violent shaking, but her vaginal walls continued to contract and relax, squeezing the semen
out from where our bodies were joined, slowly flowing down the inside of her snow-white thighs…

(To be continued)

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