The lust of a pure fiancée

My two roommates, both undergraduates, didn't plan to leave the provincial capital when they were about to graduate. Instead, they focused on preparing for postgraduate entrance exams. Their grades weren't great, but Peng got into postgraduate school the year he graduated thanks to family connections, while Bo studied for another year before getting in. Li's allure might have been just one factor; the main reason was that if they didn't pursue postgraduate studies, they'd have to find a job, and it's hard to find a job with just an undergraduate degree. Taking the postgraduate entrance exam was a last resort; at least they were still employed. In postgraduate school, the workload lessened, and they had more free time. Li finally passed her professional exam, but she hadn't found a suitable job yet. Neither of their families pressured her to find work, only to urge her to have children. This made Li very resentful, further reinforcing her desire to enjoy sex while she was young. All three of us had free time, but I was getting busier and busier due to work, sometimes not even knowing where my wife was or who she was meeting. Li and I had an agreement that I had to send a text message before leaving work to avoid bumping into couples having affairs and ruining our moods. So, two young men in their late twenties and a woman in her late twenties, in the same space but at different times, freely indulged their youth and passion, enjoying the sweetness of life. It was truly a case of: "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, lest they wither and fall." The next morning, while I was still half-asleep, Li had quietly gotten up, washed and dressed. Around 6:30, she kissed me and said goodbye, her voice still hoarse, but filled with joy and elation. I asked if she had eaten breakfast, and the reply was a loud bang of the security door. I was wide awake, got up, washed, and took the bus to school for a lecture. The lecture was fascinating, but I couldn't concentrate; my mind was preoccupied with my fiancée's upcoming date. After lunch at the school cafeteria, I went home in the afternoon. Seeing couples embracing on the way home, I suddenly felt a void in my heart, a sour feeling welling up inside. It seems I still haven't gotten over this. I got home at 1:30, charged my phone, and sent a text to ask how Li's cold was, telling her not to overwork herself, etc. Around 3:00, Li replied, "I'm fine, I had a great day, going to Yui's house after dark." I could tell from her text that she was excited. I still felt very uncomfortable, but I suddenly had an erection. Imagining myself and Li passionately embracing and kissing, caressing each other in the wild, masturbating and performing oral sex, I involuntarily started masturbating. I wondered if Bo had kissed her, if he had inserted his long fingers into my fiancée, if he had inserted his enormous penis into the vagina that should belong only to me. Thinking about it, my ejaculation came out.
It was almost 6:00, and Li still hadn't responded, so I sent another text. This time she replied quickly, saying she was eating out for dinner and told me not to wait for her. I cooked myself some corn porridge, stir-fried some greens, heated up a sausage, turned on the TV, and ate while watching. Seeing the huge sausage made me feel inferior, especially considering my own small size. Around nine o'clock that evening, I heard Li open the door. I rushed out to open it, and Li happily entered the living room, changed her shoes, and saw me looking her up and down. She chuckled, "What's wrong? Did your wife lose something or turn into an ugly monster?" "Never seen her before?" Her voice was just as husky, yet exuded sexiness and allure. She hugged my fiancée tightly, as if afraid she'd disappear if I let go. After a while, she pushed me away forcefully, saying, "Let go, I'm about to burst! Let me go to the bathroom!" I don't know if I was hugging her too tightly, or if she genuinely needed to use the restroom, or if she was just anxious.
Hearing the rushing water in the bathroom, I knew she was taking a shower. When Li came out, I wanted to hug her again, but she pushed me away, saying, "Don't be silly," and while getting dressed, she said, "Let me show you something good." She took out her camera from her bag, pulled me to the bedroom, and opened the camera to browse the photos. "You went to Red Leaf Valley!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Wasn't it a reservoir?" she said. She said Red Leaf Valley was fun. Before I could even complain about her going hiking despite being sick, she started showing me photos of herself and Bo, as well as individual pictures. In the group photos, Li, who was 1.65 meters tall, stood next to Bo, who was 1.8 meters tall, her hair clinging to his young chest, smiling radiantly, her joy genuine. There was also a photo of Bo embracing Li; although it looked a little unnatural, with a hint of first love's awkwardness, to an outsider it was clear they were a couple deeply in love. Li's solo photos also showed her glowing, not at all like someone with a cold. It seems love really is a good medicine. Her hoarse voice kept explaining, and I said with concern, "You're too tired, and your throat isn't good either. Don't talk so much." She even blamed Bo for not caring about her, knowing she was sick yet still traveling so far and coming back so late. She actually defended Bo, saying he cared about her and even carried her up the mountain for a while. After seeing the photos, I felt even worse. Li seemed to sense my sadness and said, "Go take a shower and go to bed early. I'll be good and rest at home tomorrow." After showering, Li lay in bed still looking at the camera. I said unhappily, "Go to sleep! Aren't you tired after running around all day? Did you take your medicine?" She smiled and said she had just taken her medicine.
Lying in bed, I held my fiancée tightly, like a treasure I had lost and found again. After a while, she started sweating and pulled away from my embrace, saying it was too hot. She then spoke in a hoarse voice about their trip to Red Leaf Valley. I asked why she thought of going to Red Leaf Valley, and her words shocked me: "There's a Lover's Valley there." I suddenly got up and pressed myself against Li, grabbing her soft shoulders and saying, "Tell me honestly, what did you do?!" Li said coquettishly, "What did you do? You scared me! What could we have done? Think about it, there are so many tourists in Red Leaf Valley on Saturday. At most, we held hands." I asked, "Did he kiss you?" Li said dreamily, "Just once, and I was the one who initiated it..." clearly still wanting more. "What else did you do?" "Nothing much, just wanted to hug you but there were too many people." Seeing that I didn't speak, she added, "It's really not like what you imagine, I'm not as perverted as you!" Then she said, "Sigh, I was thinking too much last night." I asked her back, "What else did you want to do?!" Li didn't speak, just giggled and coughed a few times. I said, "You seem really sick, let's not talk about it anymore, go to sleep early."
Li was silent for a while. Just when I thought she had fallen asleep, she suddenly rolled over and pressed herself against me, sticking her tongue into my mouth, catching me off guard. For several years after our passionate romance, she had been reluctant to kiss me, especially French kissing. This time, she was so crazy, her beautiful tongue flowing, her sweet saliva passing between us. Soon, I was incredibly hard. Li's soft hand guided my penis, and her warm vagina swallowed it completely. It was extremely wet and slippery, overflowing with love juice, sticky and sticky all over my thighs. It seems my fiancée was already aroused. I cooperated fully, and soon Li lay on top of me, her genitals rubbing fiercely against my erection and pubic bone. After a spasm, she reached a climax, panting heavily as she lay on top of me. She seemed genuinely exhausted, partly due to a cold, otherwise she would have continued. After resting for a while, she got up, still wanting more. I pushed her off, saying, "Are you crazy?" Li said in a trembling voice, "You haven't ejaculated yet?" I was actually somewhat moved, and said, "Lie down." I lay on top of Li, thrusting again, but couldn't ejaculate. Li, in her panting breaths, seemed to mumble, "Fuck me, Bobo." I suddenly felt my ejaculation coming in, and immediately, I quickly pulled out and ejaculated onto the toilet paper. My fiancée was in her fertile period these past few days; I couldn't risk her getting pregnant and suffering the pain. After a quick shower, I lay back in bed. It was almost midnight. Li was still looking at her phone, and when she saw me come back, she quickly hid it. I said, "Don't hide it anymore. From now on, you can contact him in front of me." Li happily hugged my neck and kissed me deeply, saying in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, husband." I've gradually come to accept Li's "emotional infidelity," and my anger and bitterness have slowly transformed into a quiet excitement. After that, Li indeed started texting Bo without any hesitation. Because she was preparing for her second postgraduate entrance exam, I didn't allow her to text during the day, and also to avoid disturbing Bo's studies. Every night after going to bed, she would text for half an hour to an hour, sometimes until the wee hours, completely disregarding her fiancé being beside her. At first, I found it very difficult to adjust; the clicking sound of her typing was always jarring and unsettling. What was even more intolerable was her alternating babble of silly laughter, sighs, and coquettish complaints, sometimes speaking casually and insincerely, as if to avoid making me feel neglected by her "husband." At first, I felt particularly sad and heartbroken. Later, I gradually got used to the sound of her editing text messages and her genuine and innocent feelings. Sometimes she would still be enthusiastically sending text messages while I was already fast asleep.
Li was quite straightforward and didn't mind me reading their text messages. At first, I was still inclined to check for any excessive language; most were everyday greetings, expressions of mutual longing, encouragement, and even occasionally a few slightly suggestive jokes—nothing particularly explicit. After a while, I got too lazy to check. And so, my fiancée and her lover exchanged passionate text messages right next to her fiancé, sometimes even stroking my green-tinged head with her delicate hand. Sometimes I would get very angry and urge her to turn off her phone, telling her to focus on her graduate school entrance exams, demanding to see her study plan. At these times, Li would usually act cute and innocent, or occasionally send a beautiful escort—during the day, she would directly touch me, even using her hands and mouth to relieve my anger; at night, she would press close, employing seductive charms like a beautiful snake, coiling around me until I was involuntarily intoxicated, unable to let go. A typical case of sexual bribery of her fiancé.
National Day is fast approaching, and Li hasn't finished her studies yet. At dinner, she told me she wanted to go to the movies with Bo. I said we should finish our studies first. She tried everything to persuade me, but to no avail. Seeing my determination, she resorted to her ultimate weapon: saying she was tired from studying and wanted me to hug her. We used to do this often to relax, going to the playground or a secluded spot in the woods to hug and caress each other's sensitive areas. I didn't respond, which I guess was a refusal. But then, this girl suddenly hugged me, asking me to weigh her to see if she had successfully lost weight. We're the same height and weight, and we can even share some clothes. I especially love the jeans my fiancée has worn—they're so comfortable, like being pressed against her beautiful, white legs. This time, she was also wearing jeans, and she climbed on top of me, hugging my hips. I wrapped my arms around her shapely buttocks, and Li lifted her feet slightly, her arms encircling my neck. We began rubbing our genitals together through our clothes. I gradually became erect, pressing against my fiancée's soft vulva through our clothes. Actually, it was the hardness of my pubic bone that was truly effective. Soon, Li was moaning softly, her breath coming in short gasps. I said, "Shouldn't we study now?" She smiled, her fair wrist lifting a light gauze curtain, and skillfully unzipped my pants. Her soft, fragrant hands began to stroke me, making me feel numb. While stroking me, she asked, "Will you let me go to the movies with Bo?" Was this some kind of sexual interrogation?
"Oh, oh…," I couldn't help but groan. "No, I have to finish my studies…" I insisted. My fiancée said I wouldn't sleep tonight, that I'd work overtime to finish my study materials, and then we'd go to the movies tomorrow, which was a holiday. I said, "Okay, but we can't go all out like last time, or our postgraduate entrance exam will be ruined again." Li excitedly said, "Listen to your teacher, be a good student." I said, "You should listen to your husband, be a good wife." Her soft hands continued to tease me, and the pleasure gradually surged, almost overwhelming my ejaculation. Just as I was about to ejaculate, Li didn't grab any toilet paper. I quickly asked, "Where's the paper?!" Li's small hands didn't stop; instead, they quickened their pace. Her sexy lips pouted playfully, and she said, "Come on, come on!" I roared, and just as I was about to ejaculate, Li suddenly squatted down and took my tip into her alluring lips. By then, it was too late to control myself. After a few seconds of trembling, Li opened her mouth, and a mouthful of white, sticky liquid was about to spill out. I quickly caught it with my hand and ran to the bathroom to wash up. "It's been so long since I've had oral sex. It's fucking amazing!" A little while later, Li returned to the bedroom, her face flushed. She said it smelled awful, fishy, salty, and astringent. Li hadn't let me give her oral sex for years and had forgotten the taste of semen. I said, "You'll get used to it," and was about to laugh at her when her next words plunged me back into a cold abyss. "Does all men's semen taste like this?" Li's casual question sent my mood plummeting from heaven to hell. The pleasure from the oral sex had vanished completely. What did she mean? Had my fiancée tasted another man's semen? I questioned her, and she angrily called me paranoid. Even as I lay in bed, I kept thinking about Li's question. Was she using me as an experiment before tasting my breasts? I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Li was still texting. I touched her smooth, beautiful skin, repeatedly reminding her not to do anything else while watching the movie tomorrow. She said, "How can you be so perverted?! Going crazy in the movie theater, go to sleep. Don't you have to go to school to get materials early tomorrow morning?" I almost forgot I had arranged to meet my senior to pick up the review materials tomorrow morning. Recalling our passionate days in the movie theater, caressing each other, and Li giving me oral sex, my mind was in turmoil. Perhaps I was too tired, and before I knew it, the familiar clicking of her typing a text message lulled me to sleep. In her dream, Li was as charming and beautiful as a flower. Naturally beautiful, she wore a flawless white dress, as if watching a movie. The film, Lord of the Rings, was full of dramatic twists and turns, but Li had no interest in watching. Next to her sat a tall, handsome young man—Bo! Li nestled against him like a little bird, her breathing uneven. Was the movie too moving? Her eyes were glazed over; she wasn't watching at all. It turned out that a large hand had reached under her white dress, knocking firmly on the door of love, picking... While teasing the young girl guarding him, the fragrant stream murmured in the dense forest, and Li's slender, delicate hands had already plunged into her lover's crotch, persistently exploring. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her lips parted slightly, revealing teeth like melon seeds, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and her long eyelashes fluttered, seemingly filled with desire, pleasure, and boundless anticipation.
Just as I was reaching my climax, another delicate, white hand reached there as well, unzipping the zipper. Bo slightly rose, as if to pull down her underwear. A gasp of astonishment suddenly echoed in the dimly lit couples' booth of the movie theater: "So big!" Immediately A large hand covered her mouth, and Li's delicate hands, as if discovering a treasure, carefully exposed the enormous thing. It was truly huge, almost twice the size of mine. My fiancée's skilled hands seemed somewhat unaccustomed to such a large, hard object, like someone used to drinking porridge with a small spoon suddenly switching to a large one. However, the excitement and euphoria brought on by this unfamiliarity deeply stimulated my fiancée. Her sexy red lips inhaled deeply, as if she was still marveling at finding a treasure. After a while of trembling caresses, the huge hardness became even more erect, and the peaks of her breasts were already overflowing with jade dew. Li lowered her head, her red lips wide open, and took the jade stem into her mouth. Her warm and smooth mouth, her teasing tongue, sent waves of tingling sensations through her. Then, streams of nectar shot into the beauty's throat. Suddenly, she woke up with a start. It turned out to be a wet dream. How annoying! She had to wash. She touched it with her hand and found that there wasn't much semen. She took a tissue and wiped herself, savoring the strange erotic dream she had just had, but she couldn't fall asleep again.

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