A change in my sex life with my wife

Mr. Liu returned. The security guard at the entrance of the community greeted me, interrupting my thoughts. On my way home from get off work, my mind was filled with the details of the business negotiation in a few days, and I hadn't even realized I was already driving to the community gate. Hmm, he's back… My mind raced, searching for his name—Xiao Wang, Xiao Zhang? Suddenly, I lost my confidence and could only respond with a smile. I swiped my access card to enter the community, parked the car in my designated parking space in front of my house, grabbed my briefcase, and headed home. Driving seemed to have become as instinctive as walking; when I was thinking about something, I could subconsciously drive home, and I almost couldn't remember how I got there. As soon as I opened the door, the aroma of food filled the air; my sweet wife had already prepared the meal. A warm, comforting feeling of happiness welled up inside me. "I'm back!" My wife turned around in the kitchen, a sweet smile greeting me after a busy day. "Yes," I put down my briefcase and went to the kitchen, gently hugging her from behind, resting my head on her shoulder. "I've been so busy today, I didn't even have time for lunch. I only remembered I was hungry when I smelled your cooking. Honey, you can't do this. Your health is your own responsibility." My wife scolded me, but also felt a little sorry for me. She picked up a bite of food from the plate on the stove and fed it to me. "Take a bite now," she said. "Go wash your hands. I'll get you some rice." I chewed the food in my mouth, took off my coat, and went to wash my hands. When we first got married, my wife couldn't even fry an egg, but now her cooking skills are getting better and better. "Shall I get you a big bowl of rice?" my wife asked from the kitchen. "Oh, you can leave it here after you finish eating. I'll wash the dishes after I get back from the gym. It's Thursday today, how come you went to the gym?" I knew my wife went to the gym every Tuesday and Saturday night. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the trainer said he'd give me extra classes." My wife placed the bowl of rice on the table. "Oh," I picked up the bowl and started eating. One meat dish, one vegetable dish, and one soup—all my favorites. My wife, Qingqing, is eight years younger than me. We used to be colleagues at the same company. I vividly remember Qingqing's first day as an intern at the company. Tall and slender, she wore a pink short-sleeved polo shirt and jeans. The form-fitting clothes accentuated her full breasts, slender waist, slightly upturned hips, and long, straight legs—a perfectly proportioned, sexy figure. Her arms and long, fair neck, exposed by the polo shirt, were almost dazzlingly white. Her delicate features were captivating even without makeup, and her neat ponytail swayed playfully with her steps, further enhancing her pure and lovely aura. This sudden burst of youthful beauty swept through the office, making all the men stare, including me, the department manager. Thank goodness, Qingqing was assigned to my department, following me around calling me "Teacher Liu" so sweetly it melted my heart. Back then, I was probably considered a bit of a playboy. Not yet thirty, I was doing very well in business, earning a considerable income, and I was probably quite handsome, never lacking for casual sex partners. The reason I call them "friends with benefits" is because none of them could keep me seriously involved for more than three months. Usually, after sleeping with them three to five times, the novelty wore off, and we gradually drifted apart, let alone anyone I considered marrying. Qingqing's appearance showed me what love at first sight truly meant. My attraction to her wasn't almost purely sexual; her pure beauty made me want to protect her for life. Being close to her, I used my work to create every opportunity to spend as much time as possible with her. When I worked late, I treated her to late-night snacks and took her home; I took her with me on business trips, showing her around the local sights after finishing work. Gradually, our conversations expanded beyond work to include life, and I learned about her past. Qingqing was actually a very good student; in high school, her teachers and parents were almost certain she'd get into a prestigious university. But everything changed in the second semester of her junior year when a transfer student changed everything—she started dating. Once a girl falls in love, she loses all interest in studying, and her grades plummet. The teachers quickly discovered this and told her parents. Qingqing's family was very well-mannered and conservative; her mother was a doctor, and her father was a senior engineer at a diesel engine factory. They couldn't tolerate their child's early romance. They scolded and even beat her, but Qingqing was determined to be with that boy. It even escalated to the point of eloping, but they were quickly brought back by both sets of parents. This was how they spent over a year of their junior and senior years of high school, and naturally, both Qingqing and the boy failed their college entrance exams. Qingqing's mother took a long sick leave, keeping her daughter at home to prepare for the exams the following year. But Qingqing's mind wasn't on her studies; she was obsessed with that boy. The boy was only an average student; he didn't even bother to take the college entrance exams, but he also didn't work, spending his days idly hanging out with disreputable unemployed youths. Later, Qingqing's mother found out that the boy was getting close to some delinquent girls. To dissuade Qingqing, one day, based on information from an informant, she took Qingqing to follow them. When Qingqing saw the boy and the girls being affectionate in a small park, she completely broke down. She didn't cry or make a fuss; she just walked home without saying a word. Qingqing's mother's smugness didn't last long, because when she got home, she found Qingqing wouldn't speak, no matter how she tried to coax her. A day, two days... "Mom, you're so worried, even if you cry, it's okay, don't scare your mom!" Her father, head down, smoking, turned half his hair white overnight. Qingqing's mother, being a doctor, knew this was a precursor to mental illness and even invited her psychiatric colleagues to their home for a consultation. The doctors also felt this was bound to cause problems, and some were even preparing to prescribe psychiatric medication. Finally, Qingqing's father, who had been silent all along, couldn't take it anymore. The usually mild-mannered engineer suddenly became hysterical, grabbing an ashtray and smashing it against the wall, roaring like a wild beast, and kicking Qingqing's mother and her psychiatric colleagues out. Inside the house, tears streaming down his face, he hugged his daughter, only saying, "Whether you go crazy or die, Dad will be with you!" Qingqing let out a heart-wrenching cry, sobbing in her father's arms until she fainted. That night, Qingqing developed a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius. After a physical examination, all her indicators were normal, so she could only be given intravenous fluids and fever reducers. This ordeal lasted for a week until one morning, Qingqing got up by herself and went to the refrigerator to find food. She finally pulled through. Qingqing finally returned to normal, talking and eating again, and her usual state returned. However, she never wanted to mention going to school again. This ordeal made Qingqing's parents look ten years older. They were just glad their precious daughter was normal; they didn't care if she had to go to school. So, they used some connections to get her an internship at our company. The night I heard Qingqing's story, I was silent. An irresistible urge to protect this fragile and beautiful girl welled up inside me. That night, I held her and whispered in her ear, "Qingqing, I know there's a scar deep in your heart. Let me spend my whole life healing it." Faced with my abrupt confession, Qingqing didn't say anything. Tears streaming down her face, she gently pushed me away and went home without a word. The next day, she went to work as if nothing had happened, continuing to be my little follower. I was determined to win her over and marry her, so I relentlessly pursued her using every method imaginable, finally winning her over after three months. We got married a year later. "Qingqing, you really have perseverance this time! I bet you wouldn't have lasted more than a few weeks with that gym membership," I said while eating. "Oh…so you were waiting to see me fail, huh?" Qingqing rolled her eyes at me playfully. "Hehe, who can blame you for having so many bad records?" Qingqing had attended painting, English, and piano classes before, but never stuck with any for more than a month. We even bought a piano for her, and now it's just gathering dust in the study. "Ugh, I knew you'd bring up the past again!" Qingqing said, hugging my neck. "I'll only know if you're really interested after trying it out. This time it's different. I've lost so much weight in these three months; I could even wear jeans when I first started working! Of course, I'm full of confidence!" We didn't have children after we got married. Her figure was still very good, but compared to when I first met her at 19, there were subtle changes. On her 20th birthday, I had her. Thinking back to that night, I took off her clothes, and her body was exposed to me for the first time. That night, I was so excited my heart almost jumped out of my throat. I've seen quite a few women, whether in real-life casual sex or in AVs, but I've never seen such a beautiful body. Her body was like white jade, fair with a light pink tinge; the alluring collarbone line beneath her delicate skin outlined a perfect neck; her full, slightly perky breasts rose and fell like two little white rabbits on her tender chest with her rapid breathing, just the right size to be held in one hand. Her flat stomach had no excess fat, and the sparse, soft pubic hair on her slightly raised pubic bone made her look like a young girl just developing. Her straight, slender legs were tightly pressed together, shyly protecting the last private parts of a girl. That night, even I, a seasoned veteran, experienced premature ejaculation… Hmm, honey, I've definitely noticed your figure is getting better and better lately, a bit like when we first met. To be honest, I wouldn't have noticed if my wife hadn't pointed it out. After all, we've been dating for five or six years, from dating to marriage. It's like seeing a beautiful flower; it's still beautiful, but you wouldn't have any sexual associations with it. Mr. Liu, the sun's risen in the west! Are you praising me? My wife is secretly pleased, but she's still joking with me. We'll be late if we don't go now… I don't know when it started, but I…I'm used to joking with Qingqing, and instinctively changed the subject, then tried to salvage the atmosphere by saying I wanted to come back soon so I could check on her "achievements" that night. Qingqing playfully slapped me and went to change. After the initial honeymoon phase, my mind had been preoccupied with work for the past year or two, and I hadn't felt any passion for her in a long time. Recently, I recalled our memories, how I kissed and licked every inch of her skin with such fervor, how I held her full breasts greedily all night, and how I was obsessed with sucking on her pink nipples and tender vulva. These images seemed to reignite a small fire in my heart, and I felt a stirring in my lower body. Qingqing came out of the bedroom wearing a light purple tight-fitting sports top, the zipper open to her chest, her breasts seemingly about to jump out. The tight top outlined her sexy waist and hips… I put down my chopsticks and hugged Qingqing tightly. "I don't want to go out today," I said, reaching for her lips to kiss her. "You're so dirty!" My wife pressed her hands against my face, her lips greasy and she didn't even wipe them before kissing me. I chuckled, quickly pulled her to the dining table, grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth, and then continued kissing her red lips and white teeth. After a passionate French kiss, Qingqing wiped her lips, her big, watery eyes looking at me. "What's wrong with you today?" "Nothing," she said, "actually, I also felt a little strange today. I suddenly remembered the time when we first got together. I've been too busy lately and haven't spent enough time with you. It's okay." My wife smiled sweetly. "You're the pillar of our family. I fully support your career. We'll have a lifetime to be intimate, baby. I'll always love you." My wife's sweetness touched me. "I'm busy, but it's all for our family. If you feel I've neglected you, don't stop loving me. Oh, you silly husband, I'll always love you." Qingqing kissed me. "No matter what, remember I only love you." I pulled Qingqing close and tried to push her down onto the sofa. "Stop it!" Qingqing shyly pulled away. "We're really going to be late. We'll be back tonight. My wife is mine, she can't run away anyway." I pinched my wife's bottom, then sat back down at the table to continue eating, watching her leave with her gym bag. The playful teasing had put me in a good mood, and I'd forgotten all about work that day. I finished eating, whistling as I washed the dishes. Going back to the bedroom to get a change of clothes before showering, I saw Qingqing's phone charging on the bedside table. Oh well, that girl's so forgetful, she didn't even take her phone. Just as I was about to look for more clothes, I noticed the phone's indicator light flashing rhythmically. Hmm? That's a missed call or message notification; I hadn't heard it before. I picked up the phone to check, and a strange feeling crept in… Why was it on silent?… I swiped the screen and found it was password protected… When did Qingqing set a password for her phone? I was a little puzzled, but didn't think much of it. I put the phone back on silent, put it down, and went to shower. Halfway through my shower, Qingqing's phone rang. I ignored it and continued showering. But then the phone rang again, several times in a row. "Someone must have something urgent," I thought to myself. I quickly showered, wrapped myself in a towel, and went back to the bedroom to answer the phone. Answering the phone without a password was fine. I answered, "Hello...hello..." A female voice on the other end paused for a moment, but quickly recognized me as Liu Junwei. "Yes, this is Liu Junwei. Lin Wen, right?" I glanced at the caller ID and recognized Lin Wen's voice. After all, she was my wife's colleague and best friend; I knew her quite well. "Qingqing forgot her phone when she went out. Is something wrong?" "Oh, it's nothing serious." Lin Wen said she went to the gym. "She'll call you back when she gets back." "Oh...she went to the gym again?" Lin Wen paused on the phone. "Liu Junwei, actually, I'm a little anxious too. A client asked me for some documents, but I don't know where Qingqing put them. I can't find them anywhere. Is it urgent?" As a workaholic, my mind goes into overdrive whenever I hear anything work-related. "This client sounds difficult," Lin Wen said anxiously on the phone. I completely understand Lin Wen's feelings. Sometimes, even unintentional delays can annoy clients, and it often takes ten times longer to make up for such a negative impression. "Don't rush, the gym is very close to home. I'll go find her." Years of market experience have honed my adaptability. "Please comfort the client, give me ten minutes, thank you, Brother Liu." Lin Wen's voice noticeably softened. "General Manager Liu, you truly have the demeanor of a great general! So reliable!" Haha. Time was of the essence, and I didn't have time to waste with her. I quickly replied, hung up, got dressed, and headed out. The gym was just two blocks away, a ten-minute walk, or a five-minute drive including parking. So, my promise to Lin Wen for ten minutes was definitely not an empty promise. My professional habits have instilled in me a strong sense of integrity; if I say something, I'm confident I can deliver. When I arrived at the gym, I went straight to the front desk and asked which area the trainers were in. When I first signed up for a membership, I went with Qingqing and met the personal trainer named Linda. She was a woman in her early thirties, proficient in both equipment and yoga, and maintained a fantastic figure. She was also quite articulate. So, my wife and I thought training with her would be reliable, and we immediately signed up. "Miss," I asked the receptionist what class Linda was teaching today and which area it was in. It's a large club, so it's more efficient to ask than to search aimlessly. "Sir, Linda is having hot yoga today. Room 2 on the right-hand side on the second floor. Please get some slippers, thank you." I went straight to the second floor, turned right, and immediately saw the room the receptionist had mentioned. Pushing open the door, a wave of heat mixed with the smell of sweat hit me. Several rows of students had their backs to me, and the trainer was facing the door, demonstrating at the front. She was the first to see me. She paused for a moment, then immediately recognized me, smiling and nodding. This trainer is truly remarkable; considering we'd only met once, whether she actually knew me or not, her reaction was quite impressive. "Very good, please maintain this posture." She stood up from the cushion, signaling the students to continue, and then walked towards me. I looked around at the students' backs, eagerly trying to find Qingqing. Seeing the instructor stand up, the curious students also turned around to look, but none of them were Qingqing. Mr. Liu, you're really amazing, this instructor can even remember my surname. Are you looking for your wife? She's not here... not here?! I was a little confused. Qingqing didn't come today? Haha, let her finish speaking. The instructor smiled and said slowly in her usual elegant tone, "Mrs. Liu said she was a little tired today and didn't want to do hot yoga, so I had my assistant accompany her to aerobics." I hurriedly explained my earlier rudeness, "Qingqing had an urgent matter at her company, so I... Oh, is that so? Your wife is on the third floor, let me take you there." The instructor was covered in sweat, and the temperature difference outside was large. As she spoke, she looked for a towel to wrap herself up while accompanying me. Seeing this, and with a room full of students waiting, I felt embarrassed to let her accompany me, so I politely declined, asked for the room number, and went to find it myself. The club's signage was excellent. I quickly found the small VIP 5 room Linda had mentioned on the third floor and tried to push the door open. But the door wouldn't open. I turned the doorknob several times, and it clicked shut… Yes, Linda had indeed said VIP 5. I took a few steps down the corridor, glancing around. Every room's door was open, but the lights were off, suggesting no one was using it. The VIP 5's floor-to-ceiling windows, though covered by blinds, still showed light coming through, indicating someone was using it. Why was it locked? After a moment's hesitation, I confirmed it could only be this room and knocked. I heard rustling noises and whispers from inside. A dozen seconds later, I heard hurried footsteps approaching the door, then the door slowly opened a crack, and a man's head peeked out. "Who are you looking for?" came a young man's voice, slightly hesitant. "Zhou Qing." I pushed the door open, revealing the man's face. He was half a head taller than me. I'm 177cm, so he must be over 185cm. He looked to be in his early twenties, with neat hair, clean-cut features, wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and black sweatpants. He had a well-proportioned figure, not the bulky, muscular type. "Oh… Qingqing is inside…" he said, still a little hesitant, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke. Seeing him standing there blocking the door, not moving aside, I lost my patience, shoved him aside, and went inside. Sure enough, Qingqing was on a treadmill behind the door, not running, just walking slowly. She must have heard me, but she didn't turn around. One hand was on the handrail, the other moving in front of her, as if adjusting her clothes. Qingqing called her name, but she still didn't turn around. "Qingqing!" I called out louder, almost there.Behind her, she finally turned around. "Husband, what brings you here?" She looked suspicious, her face slightly flushed, and her eyes a little wet. I rarely saw my wife with such an expression and demeanor, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I took out my phone from my pocket and handed it to her. "Lin Wen, I need to call you urgently, please call back first." Qingqing was a little surprised. She took the phone and was about to call back when she realized she had forgotten to get off the treadmill. In her haste to turn off the machine, she accidentally made it spin faster. Seeing her embarrassment, I reached out and helped her off the treadmill. After she stood up, Qingqing entered the password on her phone in front of me, a scene that stirred something within me. She was on the phone with Lin Wen, discussing documents, when the man beside her discreetly came over and turned off the treadmill. I glanced at him; one corner of his t-shirt was tucked into his waistband, and the two belts on his athletic pants hung down in front of his crotch—these kinds of pants are meant to have the belts tied tightly at the waist. Qingqing finished her call and turned to my husband, saying, "Sorry to have troubled you. That brat Lin Wen, really, I told her before I left work that it was in the drawer, what a pig brain..." I was full of questions and managed a weak reply, and then the three of us stood there awkwardly in the small room. My mind was a mess, and I didn't know where to begin. The man broke the silence: "Ms. Zhou, you can continue practicing, I'll go check on the LINDA instructor. Oh, I forgot to introduce you, wife." Then, "Husband, this is Xu Minghao, LINDA's assistant coach. This is my husband, Liu Weijun..." The young man smiled and nodded at me. "Mr. Liu, hello," he extended his hand to shake mine. I hummed in response but didn't reach out. He seemed a little embarrassed, touched his hair, and said goodbye, leaving the room. "How much longer are you going to practice?" I glanced at Qingqing. I had a bit of a headache today. Qingqing frowned. "How about we go home?" I didn't say much, just felt a bit annoyed. My wife picked up her coat from the floor and put it on, slung her bag over her shoulder, and followed behind me. I didn't say much along the way, my mind filled with the scene from earlier. Qingqing was saying something like, "Actually, it's not urgent, there's no need to come." "Why did you lock the door when you were running?" I asked coldly. "VIP?" "I just don't want too many people. There are always some regular members peeking in, trying to use the VIP machine." My wife's tone was very calm. "So usually, when someone is using the VIP machine, we close the door. We don't usually lock it. I guess I accidentally bumped into it today." Linda's putting on airs, huh? A coach needs a male assistant? Linda's a big shot here, too busy with so many students, how can that kid coach them all? I was a little indignant. "You know, Xiao Xu," my wife said with a smile, "don't underestimate him. He's a top student from the sports school, a few years younger than Linda. He works part-time to earn some living expenses, and his physical fitness is amazing..." I scoffed. "Honey, are you jealous?" my wife said coquettishly, leaning against my shoulder from the passenger seat. "Don't you want me to be coached by a male coach?" I replied dismissively. "Am I that petty?" Qingqing started joking around with me. Seeing my jealousy, she seemed quite pleased. Qingqing went into the house before me, bending over to change her shoes. Looking at her firm, round buttocks, a surge of lust rose within me, and I picked her up from behind. What are you doing? Qingqing was caught off guard, her little fists pounding my chest. Are you crazy? Ignoring her resistance, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Once inside, I threw her onto the bed. The curtains... I pulled the curtains shut. Qingqing already knew what I was going to do, only then realizing she hadn't closed them. Like a wild beast, I ignored her completely, pounced on Qingqing, and silenced her with a passionate kiss. I had no mind for anything else, only one thought: possession. Without the patience to undress her piece by piece, I lifted her clothes to her chest, and her breasts sprang out. I vigorously kneaded these two seemingly delicate mounds of flesh, while my other hand slid across Qingqing's lower abdomen, slipping between her waistbands and reaching her secret place. She was already soaking wet. "Baby, why are you so wet down there? It's all your fault..." My wife's breathing became more rapid with my touch. "Why so fast today?" I kneaded her clitoris hard. "Hmm? Why are you so wet?" "Husband... be gentle..." I pulled her pants down to her knees and buried my head between her legs. "I haven't washed yet... Husband... no..." Qingqing's pussy was already ripe, glistening with love juice that covered her vulva and clung to her groin. I could vaguely see that her pussy was a little red today. "Husband... dirty... no!" The more Qingqing did this, the more rebellious I became. I opened my mouth and enveloped her vulva completely, sucking on the love juice like I was eating fruit. "Ah..." Qingqing screamed, her legs, which had been tightening, suddenly went limp and rested on my shoulders. "Wife, you smell special today. I told you it's dirty... Husband... don't kiss me anymore... no..." I sucked hard, my tongue constantly teasing her clitoris. "Husband... no... I can't take it..." Qingqing said no, but her hands gripped my hair tightly, pushing it forcefully towards her lower body. Seeing her enthusiasm, I felt my lower body was about to explode with hardness. I quickly pulled off her pants, took out my penis, and thrust it inside. "Ah...husband...you're so hard..." My penis was thrusting rapidly inside her, releasing the burning desire within me. "Husband...husband...I want you...I'm coming..." Qingqing's voice was already trembling with tears. Without conscious control, I just wanted to thrust, to thrust quickly...In just a few minutes, I released all my pent-up desire into hot semen, shooting it into Qingqing's body. Without a word, without pulling my penis out, I just collapsed limply onto Qingqing's body.

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