You are a lewd woman

Blind date! Pretty traditional, right? I really don't like dating on my own. Some people say I'm pretentious and can't let go, but that's not me. I'm fine with casual flings, but I'm looking for someone to marry. I can date anyone, but marriage is a different story. Living together requires financial planning, and of course, a good sex life. My husband has to be genuinely interested and willing to explore. Experience has proven that my current choice was right. We're both pretty bold, more on that later.

In June 2016, at an ice cream parlor, a guy appeared—180cm tall, slim (126kg then, 140kg now), wearing a shirt, casual suit, jeans, and European-style shoes. He had a long face and wasn't bad-looking. He was a civil servant, with a stable job, and his parents were also civil servants. He had a bachelor's degree. He didn't talk much, was quite refined, had elegant manners, a decent temperament, and charming eyes! (To put it bluntly, he's temporarily caught my eye!) My family isn't wealthy, just average. I'm not aiming for riches or high status; I just want a stable, reliable man to settle down with. I don't require him to be ambitious.

The matchmaker chatted for a while before leaving, leaving just the two of us in the small room. We talked about work, experiences, ideals, and future plans. He was quite talkative and didn't make me feel uncomfortable. After leaving the ice cream parlor, I said I was tired and wanted to go home, so he walked me. On the way, he offered to treat me to something nice, but I declined, saying my home-cooked meals were better. He paused for a moment, then continued to walk me to my apartment building. At the time, I didn't think much of it—not like I was trying to get a free meal or anything. I don't know why I wasn't so ambitious then; I was quite easygoing. Later, my husband recalled that it was because I said my home-cooked meals were better that he pursued me so relentlessly—a down-to-earth guy! When we got home, I asked the matchmaker if the man was interested. Yes! I agreed to give it a try, so we started chatting on WeChat. My husband jokingly said, "First day, getting to know the place; second day, holding hands; third day, kissing!" I asked, "Fourth day, a hotel room?" He didn't reply for a while, so I got nervous and quickly replied, "Just kidding, haha." My husband replied, "Following the Queen's instructions!"

Hehe, actually, we didn't wait until the fourth day, and we didn't go to a hotel. It was a familiar yet exciting place.

The next

day, he texted me in the morning and at noon, and in the evening, he asked me to go for a walk. I agreed and waited for him downstairs early. "

Getting off work so early?"

"Oh, you're back?" "Nothing much at work,

I skipped the afternoon." "Oh, hehe, I'll go upstairs to change. Wait a minute?

" "Okay!" "I'll wait."

I was so happy, humming a little tune as I went home. When I got home, I found my mother preparing dinner and asked, "Daughter, are you coming over later?" "Want to eat at home?" "

Your future son-in-law is already waiting downstairs. We ate out."

"Oh? Look at you, making him wait outside. Why didn't you invite him up?"

"Mom, you're already coming home on your second day? So informal! You didn't even tell him beforehand, and the house's a mess. Where am I supposed to sit?

A grown woman like you, all you do is dress up. The house's a mess, and you still have the nerve to yell at your own mother? I'm going downstairs to buy a bottle of soy sauce!

Mom, do you want to see your future son-in-law? Why are you like this? I'll bring him up when the time comes. Are you in such a hurry?

It's none of your business if I go downstairs! What are you looking at? I've seen enough of you. Can't I look at someone else?

Fine, Mother, how could I say no?

Ah, you don't need to wait for me to come back. Go down in a bit."

Wearing a new tank top, a short-sleeved white shirt, and denim shorts, with simple makeup, I lingered for a while before going downstairs. " Have you

been waiting for ages?"

"Ah, no, you're pretty quick!" "

Liar! You're lying! The old lady who came out before me was my mom. She insisted on seeing you."

"Oh dear!" "Really? Look how casual I am. I wonder if I've caught your eye, Auntie... Haha, you're quite funny. Let's go for a walk."

Crossing the street, one, two... what was he hesitating about? Oh, was it because there was a slight distance? At the third intersection, I deliberately got very close to him, almost touching him. Just as my hand was about to touch his, I saw him nervously glance at my hand, then suddenly and awkwardly grabbed it. Oh my god, I almost died of exhaustion! What a relief! He wouldn't let go the whole time, and I was sweating buckets... We strolled through a few clothing stores, and I even took his hand myself, my face flushed and pale, I wanted to laugh! Hahaha. Before I knew it, it was evening. We went back the way we came, and he finally opened up. He was probably too busy looking at things in the afternoon. Zodiac signs! Spaces! Sci-fi power supply! Cars (not available then), etc. We talked about all sorts of things. Sigh, what can I do? I'm just keeping him company. Even if I don't call, what am I supposed to do if my daughter gets kidnapped? So someone accepted the call? I also shared some of my own experiences, embarrassing stories from classmates in school, volunteering for the health and other things. I mostly listened to him talk, sometimes getting engrossed, sometimes a little annoyed. Later I realized my husband is a chatterbox!

It was getting late, and I started yawning, feeling sleepy. My husband said, "Let's call it a day, go upstairs and rest." I said okay, but didn't move, just looking at him. It felt like it was ending like this! My husband didn't move either, and we just stared at each other for a while, like there was a sheet of paper between us.

My heart was pounding, especially noticeable in the late night. "

Can I kiss you?"

I didn't say anything, just waited there.

He hesitated for a moment, then came over, leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, then immediately looked at me again. I squeezed my body together, tilted my head back, and stared at him with wide eyes. He started kissing my lips again, and I didn't stop either, closing my eyes and interacting with him. He put his hands on my shoulders, and I started to thrust my chest against him. He stopped, looked at me, and began to grab my right breast with his left hand. I couldn't help but gasp for breath, my eyes still fixed on him, making my husband avoid eye contact. I thought: Control yourself, don't take the initiative, wait for him, wait for him! He continued kissing me, his tongue exploring, but there seemed to be no reaction (French kiss). As he was rubbing, I suddenly heard footsteps and abruptly released him:

That's enough, you go upstairs, text me when you get inside, then I'll leave.

Still catching my breath, I replied, "Okay." Not quite done, huh? So, right there at the entrance of our building, with the neighbors watching under the moonlight, it wasn't so bad anymore, haha. Hmm, my underwear is wet, looks like I need to speed things up. The feeling in the city is definitely different from the countryside; I'm still a bit nervous. I do have some kissing skills, maybe I was just too nervous the first time. Which damn neighbor is staying home in the middle of the night, ruining my hunt! Lying in my own bed at night, I fantasized about what would happen if I weren't disturbed. After the climax, I suddenly realized I'd become incredibly sexually driven, so I just went to sleep.

The third day

was relentless; I didn't get a single day of rest! We went shopping and strolled around, and time flew by. It was past 9 pm again, and we were downstairs at my apartment building, where a passionate kiss began! Neighbors often passed by the complex. Yes, I'd feign a kiss until they were gone, then continue the passionate kiss. "

Let's go to the stairwell," I said.

"Okay."

So we went into the stairwell. It was quiet, and we started kissing passionately. My husband started kissing my cheeks, neck, and collarbone, his hands getting restless, touching my breasts and playing with my nipples. I was incredibly wet down there. I leaned against the wall, and my husband pressed his penis against my abdomen. I could clearly feel something hard, like a flashlight, pressed against my lower abdomen—yes, it was his penis. I wanted to grab it, but I was too embarrassed to be so direct. My husband continued to rub against me, nuzzling and pressing against me. As my breathing quickened and deepened, my husband's hand began to slide down, from my breasts to my waist, then to my navel, my lower abdomen, and soon to the grove. I immediately grabbed his arm, put on a pitiful look, and whispered, "Don't do this~." My husband gently said, "We're both adults, we both have needs, don't we?" That made perfect sense, so I didn't resist much. The expedition team traversed the grove and finally arrived at the source of the river—the Water Source Canyon! My husband looked at me and said, "

It's overflowing like this, let me handle it!" "

You're so naughty! You even make doing bad things sound so self-righteous! Be gentle!"

One finger slid straight down into the valley, from the clitoris to the entrance, embedding itself between the two mounds. My buttocks began to wiggle involuntarily, and water continued to gush from the entrance. My husband's finger continued to slide up and down, making my legs weak. I let out soft moans, resting my head on his shoulder, my tongue licking his neck. He grabbed my arm with his other hand and pulled it down to his crotch. I involuntarily grabbed his penis, and as I touched it, I suddenly realized it was similar in size to a baby's. I felt a secret thrill, but I didn't dare put it inside my pants. My husband continued to slide, and several times when it reached the entrance, his finger bent and pressed inward, but it didn't go in and slid back up. I couldn't take it anymore; several times I cried out, my body trembling violently. The last time he pressed, I held his hand down and whispered in my ear, "Husband! Put it in, please, put it in, please!" My husband didn't answer, and his finger slipped inside. It felt like my brain was being electrocuted; my body was electrified by the current emanating from his finger. It was so long, reaching all the way in, searching and bending incessantly. I closed my eyes, nervously listening to the passersby in the neighborhood, and simultaneously feeling the exploration team digging and excavating. My whole body was trembling uncontrollably. My husband stopped after a while, pulled his finger out, and smelled it.

"Does it smell?" I asked shyly. "

It has a special fragrance!"

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

Before I could react, my husband put his finger in his mouth! "

No! It's dirty!"

"It's okay, it's not dirty, I like it!" "

So perverted? But I like it!" "

Can I get a closer look at the abalone?"

I nodded, sat on the stairs, and shyly pulled down my pants to put underneath, my soaking wet underwear halfway down. "

If it's wet, just take it off and put it in your pocket; it's uncomfortable to wear it," my husband said.

I did as he said. I slightly parted my legs, and my husband leaned in, spreading my hands further apart. Because of our previous exploration, the opening was now open, and this was the first time I'd been observed so closely by a man. He was practically pressed against me, and I shyly pressed his head down, signaling him not to go any further. He started fiddling with my labia, moving them around like a gynecologist, occasionally touching the clitoris, squeezing it with two fingers, and prying open the opening to look inside. He studied me like this for almost half an hour, and I even leaked fluid onto the stairs. "

Can I taste it?" my husband asked.

I shook my head: "No, it's so dirty, I haven't washed…

It's okay, I don't mind, you don't know how delicious it looks."

"Oh, you're such a pervert! I've never seen anyone like you, so naughty!" "Later, after all, it's only been three days… Oh, right, whatever you say!"

My husband stood up! His large penis was erect under his pants. "No way! He's already seen mine, I need to see his penis too, otherwise I'll be at a disadvantage."

So I grabbed my husband's belt and looked at him:

Let me see your little brother!

My husband said: Okay, but don't be scared.

Okay, I'm mentally prepared (What? What? What? Scared? Damn, even if I haven't seen countless men, I'm still a worldly woman, hmm, I'll pretend now). I unbuckled his belt, and my underwear was pushed up to the same height as the crotch. I took off my underwear, and a brand new, big penis appeared right in front of me, 5 centimeters long. I couldn't help but let out a "Wow!" and covered my mouth to look at my husband, who was very proud. Hmm, both testicles were there, a complete set of new natural toys, a bit better than the baby's, slightly darker, half-covered by a banana peel.

I was too curious: Can I play with it?

Please, Queen, judge!

Haha, you're so funny!

So I started to play with it. There wasn't a strong smell, so it must have been washed. My underwear also smelled of laundry detergent, so it seems I was well prepared or had good personal hygiene. I pulled down the banana peel, closed it, and gently and slowly did it, while my other hand held the testicles, tugged, pinched the yolk, and rubbed it. My husband's penis was noticeably firmer and thicker than before, with bulging veins. I looked at it from here to there, down there, and then suddenly looked up at my husband's lewd and enjoying look. He opened his mouth and took it in. Wow, it's so big!

Ah, wife, I'm calling you that now, don't you mind?

No, I don't mind, as long as you don't mind, I'm happy with whatever you do.

Ah, wife, you're so great, I really like you, I liked you from the first moment we met, I was afraid you wouldn't like me. My husband said.

Really? I was worried you wouldn't like me either, my family's financial situation isn't very good.

So I held the base with one hand and quickened the pace of my hand and mouth. My husband's reaction was also very strong, wife, you've made me feel so good, I can't hold on much longer! Ah, the milk is ready to ejaculate, it's going to ejaculate, it's going to ejaculate, it's going to, it's going to, you have to catch it if you don't dodge! Ah, it's going to! The milk sprayed into my mouth several times, I didn't waste it, I ate it all, and then continued to lick the top and the head of his penis clean. I helped my husband pull up his pants and checked the time; it was still half an hour until midnight. No, I had to go home.

So I went home. As I left, my husband asked,

"Do you remember what you said you were going to do on the fourth day?"

"What?" I asked. My mind went completely blank. "

Really don't know? You have to take responsibility for me!" my husband joked. "

Oh, I remember now, we're going to a hotel tomorrow!" I said with a smile, turning and going upstairs. Back home, in bed, my mind was filled with the scene from earlier. The floodwaters wouldn't stop flowing; I'd better finish the final flood control myself.

On the fourth day

, after work, I went shopping and saw a dress I liked. I wanted to see if he'd buy it for me, and he actually did! I was so happy. On the way home, it looked like it was going to rain; the wind picked up! I ran all the way, and when I reached the intersection, a torrential downpour began! There was a traffic police officer directing traffic in the middle of the intersection! I tried to find shelter, but the wind was still very strong, and the rain was pouring down everywhere. And damn, the police officer's booth was one of those open-style booths, just a thin metal frame at each corner! Well, I bet a lot of people are watching me! Seeing this, my husband immediately took off his coat to cover my skirt; I almost froze to death! Finally, the rain stopped. I was so angry that the weather was so uncooperative; my brand new skirt was soaked by God, and I had no mood to go to a hotel! So embarrassing! My husband didn't say a word the whole way. When we got downstairs and into the building, I came to my senses and turned to ask my husband: "

Going to a hotel?" I knew there was a small hotel nearby.

My husband was terrified: "Ah, let's go home and rest. You look cold; go back and drink some hot water."

Sigh, even at a time like this, he still thinks of me. I'm cold; hug me!

So we hugged for a long time. The neighbor came upstairs, opened the door, jumped in surprise, stared for a few seconds, and then went upstairs. I didn't want to let go; my husband is so warm, a true gentleman. "

Touch my chest!" I said, pretending to be angry.

"Ah, okay!" A warm hand reached in. "

My hands are cold; let me warm them up down there for a while!" I said again, pretending to be angry. "

Okay!" My husband didn't hesitate.

I loosened my belt and reached inside with both hands. Hmm! My treasure was still there! I squeezed it hard . " Wife

! Ouch ...

Come on, honey, fuck me! (To be honest, I blushed at that moment.)

My husband lifted his big penis, still wet with my saliva, rubbed it against the entrance, and thrust it in with a thrust of his hips.

Ah! I screamed and immediately covered my mouth, feeling his penis continue to push in.

My husband's penis was all the way in, even better than a baby's, thicker and bigger.

Honey, you're going too far, it's all the way in! I can't take it anymore!

Ah, wife, it's so deep, don't you think our size is perfect?

Get lost! Stop being so vain, are you going to move or not? If you're not going to move, get out!

Ah, I'll move, I'll move, I'll move!

My husband started the piston motion, all the way in and all the way out! I couldn't help but scream, but I didn't dare disturb the neighbors.

Honey, don't be so slow, hurry up? I pleaded weakly.

Hmm, but I'm afraid I'll squirt milk if I go too fast!

Ah! You, you just need to hurry up, please, squirt inside! It's okay, it's a safe period!

Okay, wife! After saying that, her husband grabbed her buttocks with both hands and began thrusting harder.

She couldn't take it; the force and depth stimulated every sensitive area inside.

She felt her husband exert force, and after a few rapid thrusts, milk sprayed inside with the intense vibrations of his penis. "

Is it over?"

"Ah, wife, it's over. Sorry, I went inside."

"Hmm, now I'm not cold anymore, thank you, husband. Also, I lied about the safe period; I want to have your baby!"

"Huh? This! Wife, are you some kind of clown? This is serious!

What? If I get your child, you won't want it?"

"Ah, yes, yes, as long as my wife wants it, I want it too!" "

That's more like it!" She chuckled

, pulled up her underwear, and lowered her skirt. After a while of intimacy, I went upstairs. I hadn't cleaned myself up that night; I really wanted to get pregnant then.

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