My slutty wife, Xiaojia

My wife, Xiaojia, is 27 years old, and we've been married for over two years. Due to financial pressure and her desire to avoid becoming a stay-at-home wife, she decided to work as a career woman. We
met through a friend's introduction, and the first time I saw her, I was captivated by her beautiful face and figure.
She had an oval face, slightly shoulder-length straight brown hair, captivating eyes beneath delicately arched eyebrows, and full, luscious lips below a slightly upturned nose.
Her figure was, of course, impeccable: a full, firm 35C bust, a 24cm waist, and a 34cm hip, paired with long, shapely legs—almost every part of her was perfect. At that moment, I decided I had to win her over. After dating for almost a year, we finally got married.
Perhaps influenced by the more open-minded attitudes in mainland China, her initial clothing and style were somewhat revealing. Later, influenced by the general social customs of Taiwan, she gradually changed her clothing and behavior. Despite this, after marriage, her figure and appearance exuded a mature and sexy charm, always attracting the attention of men around her.
Jiajia had a high sex drive, something I only discovered after marriage. Initially, she wanted sex almost every day, but gradually, due to work pressure, I couldn't meet her needs and would occasionally refuse her. As for her, I don't know if it was because of work or because we both felt it lacked novelty, but after two years, our sex life had almost completely ceased.
I knew in my heart that this kind of sexual relationship would definitely affect our marriage, so I hoped to find some different stimulation to rekindle our sexual interest. The only thing I could think of was getting her to accept her original style of dress. I would casually choose some slightly revealing and sexy clothes for her to wear, hoping that when she wore sexy clothes, it would arouse my desire and further satisfy her needs. At first, Jiajia was unwilling; it took a lot of persuasion before she finally agreed to try.
One weekend, we decided to go to Shilin Night Market. Jiajia was wearing a white spaghetti-strap top. I asked her not to wear a bra, but she refused. "Do you want all the men to see my nipples?" Jiajia said, a little angrily.
Later, Jiajia chose a pair of short hot pants and flat sandals with crisscross straps. "Is this okay?" she asked me, looking in the mirror.
After looking her over, I thought, "It's kind of there," but... but something seems to be missing.
I whispered to her, "If... if you could wear toenail polish, it would be even sexier." I was afraid she would change her expression again. But this time, she didn't say anything and went back to her room.
About ten minutes later, Jiajia came out and said to me, "Do you like this?" Her ten toes were painted with red nail polish.
I happily whispered in Jiajia's ear, "Darling! This is perfect. Tonight, you're the leading lady." After my combination of coaxing and cajoling, she finally showed a slight smile.
That night, as we walked through the crowded night market, we indeed attracted many admiring glances from men. When those men stared lustfully at her breasts, buttocks, or those sexy legs, my penis would involuntarily harden.
I would also faintly hear some jealous men gossiping about my wife Jiajia behind her back, using words like "She must work at a hotel," "Hot," "Beautiful legs," and "It would be great to have sex with her," which only amplified my inexplicable pleasure.
As soon as we got home, I immediately embraced my wife, and Jiajia responded with a passionate French kiss. After much effort, I managed to pull off her tiny hot pants, revealing her full, swollen mons pubis, tightly pressed against the thin fabric of her panties, its contours clearly visible, and a dark, wet patch in the center.
"Honey, what's wrong? You seem so eager to have it!" "You're so mean! It's all your fault! Someone touched my butt and my thigh at the night market, making me..."
As Jiajia said this, her blushing cheeks revealed a coquettish look. She immediately squatted down, took out my penis, and passionately gave me oral sex, sucking my penis hard. While sucking and spitting, she took off her panties, then her top and bra, and pulled my hand to caress her firm, full breasts.
At this moment, I noticed that her areolas, which I hadn't paid attention to for a long time, were no longer as red and tender as before, but had become somewhat dark brown.
"People say that the darker the areola, the more lewd the woman is." Thinking of this, coupled with what had just happened outside, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated into her mouth. Because I had been suppressing it for a long time, the amount that came out was really large. As I watched her swallow my semen, some still dripped from the corner of her mouth, which she licked clean with her fingers.
Jiajia kept wriggling her hips, as if telling me that she needed my penis to fill her overflowing, wet cunt. So I continued to let her lick my penis clean with her tongue, sucking until I became erect again. Jiajia
automatically turned her back to me, slowly moving her body to face the living room's French windows, bending over. While I was worried about whether the neighbors across the street would see, she had already turned around and used her hand to guide my penis into her cunt. Holding onto the aluminum window frame, she moved her hips in rhythm with my movements, our bodies writhing intensely.
It was already late, and we only had one small light on. I remembered they hadn't turned on any lights, so they were probably asleep. Anyway, I couldn't worry about that anymore, especially since it was my wife who wanted it. That night, Jiajia told me she hadn't had such an orgasm in a long time.
After several attempts, we indeed achieved satisfying sex, like returning to the passion of our early married days. After that, Jiajia's style became increasingly sophisticated and daring, though not to the point of being overly revealing, so I could only turn a blind eye.
Jiajia worked at a beauty company. To be honest, she was very confident in her figure, and compared to real models, she was indeed in no way inferior. Besides her full breasts, her favorite part was her long, shapely legs. Every curve from her thighs to her calves and ankles exuded endless sexiness and allure.
Jiajia didn't want to work in a traditional company; she felt that kind of work wasn't what she wanted. So after getting married, she studied English at an adult English center in the evenings. With her looks and open personality, she easily made friends, and her friendliness quickly made her quite popular at the center.
Especially after Jiajia changed her style, people often wanted to accompany her to class, and they were all men. I really didn't know if they came to learn or to admire the beauty.
"You know what? Today, that guy was staring at my body, and that other guy was being lewd, trying to get handsy..." At first, Jiajia always came home from class with a reluctant expression.
But I could sense that Jiajia was actually quite happy, so I would half-jokingly reassure her, "It's because my Jiajia is pretty and has a great figure that people want to look! It's not like anything's wrong with them looking. If no one wanted to look, wouldn't I be embarrassed?" After I said that, Jiajia just smiled and didn't say anything. After saying this a few times, she stopped bringing it up.
That day, Jiajia was going to class wearing a white mini-skirt with a zipper in the back. As she bent down with her back to me to pull on her high heel straps, I suddenly noticed that Jiajia's tight skirt zipper had popped open, revealing a blue lace thong underneath. Because she was bent over, her pert bottom was directly facing me, and I could clearly see the lace trim of the thong almost completely disappearing into the cleft of her plump, white buttocks. Since the skirt was quite short and not too stuffy, the draft around her bottom wasn't very noticeable.
Just as I was about to call out to her, I suddenly imagined Jiajia's exposed bottom during class…
The contrast between her blue underwear and her fair, tender buttocks made her appear even more delicate and alluring, making one want to pinch her cheeks. So I didn't say anything, thinking I'd just let her go out like that! Hehe! Tonight, when Jiajia comes back, she'll definitely want it.
When Jiajia entered the English center, she didn't notice anything unusual at first, but after she passed by, she felt people whispering behind her. Jiajia didn't suspect anything and continued to her locker to get her class materials. Since Jiajia's locker was on the lower shelf, she had to half-squat down, which made Xiaohua's buttocks stretch her narrow skirt even tighter, giving the people behind her an even better view. As she took things, her buttocks swayed slightly with the movement of her hands, her two fleshy buttocks tightly clamping her underwear, as if waving to those behind her.
Just then, a Frenchman [Jiajia's English teacher] deliberately walked to the cabinet next to her, pretending to get something, but his eyes were fixed on Jiajia's fair buttocks. Her crotch was clearly bulging, and judging from the shape, it looked like a huge penis was hidden inside.
My wife turned to greet the Frenchman, but when her gaze swept over him, she noticed…
Jiajia's gaze lingered for a few seconds before she suddenly snapped back to reality and quickly turned her head away. But the Frenchman had already seen Jiajia's sudden daze, her shy expression, and her blushing, lewd look. Jiajia thought it was because her top was too low-cut, so she quickly grabbed her things and stood up. When their eyes met again, the Frenchman gave her a smirk.
Class started, so my wife didn't think much of it. She walked into the classroom with her books. Although her face looked normal except for a slight blush, Jiajia's heart was already filled with sexual desire. Her vagina was involuntarily secreting some lubrication, and she wished that a huge penis like that was churning her vulva right now. Although Jiajia's body was ready for intercourse, class was in session.
When Jiajia got up to read from her English textbook, the students behind her were already getting impatient, occasionally pulling down their pants when my wife wasn't looking.
My wife was still reading the text seriously, but her vulva was already overflowing with desire. Because Jiajia's mind was filled with lewd and disgusting images. She was fantasizing that the Frenchman was having sex with her in the classroom, his big penis going in and out of her wet vulva, penetrating deep inside her, making her both love and fear the pain.
Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of class, but the male students kept discussing questions with her, seemingly unwilling to leave. While this had been the case before, almost all the men stayed today.
Soon, my wife couldn't hold back any longer and finally spoke up: "Okay, it's getting late. We can discuss any questions next time, or talk to me privately, okay?"
Hearing this, all the male students left the classroom with their own hopes and opportunities—presumably all hoping to ride my wife!
My wife quickly put her things away and sped home on her bike. When she entered the house, I was watching TV in the living room. I could clearly sense what had happened in class, but she didn't say anything.
Just as Jiajia was about to take off her shoes, I told her in a surprised and unaware tone, "Jiajia, why is your skirt zipper open? Your butt and underwear are visible!" Only then did Jiajia fully understand what had happened, and she ran shyly into her room.
I followed her into the room and saw Jiajia taking off her revealing tight skirt. I hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong? You're going to class dressed like that?! Wouldn't every male student and teacher be having a blast?"
"Honestly, no one even told me," my wife complained. "Nobody wants to miss such a rare opportunity to feast their eyes!"
I said, my hand tracing the curve of Jiajia's hips. When my fingers touched the bottom of her panties, I could feel the area where the panties met her pubic area—it felt wet and then dry, then wet again, emitting a slight, musky smell.
I pulled Jiajia's panties down, held them in front of her, and smelled them, saying, "Why are you so wet? And you smell a little musky!"
"You weren't paying attention in class, were you thinking about me?"
"Of course, it was my good husband, who else could it be?" In fact, Jiajia didn't tell me that the person she was thinking about at that moment was actually her French teacher.
Of course, everything went as I expected that night. We showered together, lathered each other with shower gel, and dried each other's bodies. With just a little stimulation, Jiajia easily became aroused. When I touched her genitals, she actively leaned forward to let me touch her, caressing her breasts with one hand while gripping my penis tightly with the other. At that point, I knew what was going on.
We made love all night, from the bathroom to the bed. Jiajia barely let my penis leave her mouth or vagina. Even on the way from the bathroom to the bed, she wrapped her legs around my waist, keeping my penis inside her. Our bodies were glued together all night until we both fell asleep from exhaustion.
Afterwards, I thought I should do less of these things that arouse Jiajia. If we did this all night every day, I might not be able to handle it.
The next day, when Jiajia was leaving for class, she was still wearing a mini-skirt. I jokingly asked her, "Did you check your clothes carefully? Don't show anything you shouldn't!"
I said that partly as a joke, but partly for my own safety. I've mentioned before that my wife has a very high sex drive. If it were a regular woman, I think I'd be more than capable! But my wife is the type who has a huge appetite, and she's extremely proactive and assertive during sex. If we do it two or three times a week, I'm confident I can make Jiajia orgasm every time. But the problem is, she wants it almost every day. If I just give in to her, even though she doesn't say it, I know she's not satisfied. A few times when I finally manage to get an erection, I end up unable to ejaculate or get hard, and Jiajia still keeps licking me vigorously with her mouth and rubbing me with her hands, making my skin almost peel. So sometimes I'll politely refuse her.
Before marrying me, Jiajia lived in mainland China, so I wasn't initially aware of her social life. It was only through various opportunities that I gradually learned the details. (More details to follow.)
A few days later, she found a card in her locker. The card read something like:
"Jiajia, would you like to have the honor of inviting you to a romantic dinner...Teacher Jenny."
That's right! That French teacher finally couldn't resist and boldly extended such an invitation to my wife. He probably knew Jiajia was already married!
When my wife saw the invitation, she became very anxious, her heart pounding, wondering whether she should go. She genuinely longed for such an opportunity, but when she thought of me, she still had some reservations
. There were still three days until the weekend, and these days were incredibly difficult for my wife. As I mentioned before, Jiajia probably had no experience sleeping with foreigners during her time in mainland China, so she really wanted to experience it. If this had happened before our marriage, she would have readily accepted. Even after Jiajia and I got married, Jiajia still had many opportunities and partners for extramarital affairs. However, I was quite strict with her at that time, and we were still in the sweet honeymoon period. My performance in bed was still able to meet her needs, so of course she would reject the harassment of those men.
So when I suggested that Jiajia change her clothes or outward behavior, the correct way to put it was to return to her original nature, which she was quite accepting of. Perhaps it was my change in attitude and perspective that made Jiajia have the intention to hide her true self and develop outwardly. As for what Jiajia is thinking, only she knows. These past two days, it's obvious that Jiajia always seems restless and can't concentrate on her work. When I asked her if something was on her mind, Jiajia always answered no. That's why Jiajia forgot her handbag when she went to class that day, and that's how I found this card in her handbag. Of course, I still pretended not to know.
This morning when I was about to go to work, Jiajia suddenly asked me, "Honey, if... I mean, if another man asked me out to dinner alone, what would you do?" Jiajia asked me tentatively.
"Sure! Why not? It'll save me a meal." I pretended not to care. "What's wrong? Did a man really ask you out to dinner?"
"No! I was just curious and asking." Jiajia still didn't want to tell me the truth.
When I got home that evening, Jiajia had already taken a shower and was sitting on the bed with her legs bent, wearing only a towel around her neck. She was massaging her calves with lotion, and her beautiful legs looked even smoother and brighter after applying the lotion. I noticed a dark red rose pasted on the side of her ankle.
Curious, I asked, "Jiajia, why did you want to wear these?" "I got them done at the nail salon today. The lady there said they look beautiful with the deep red nail polish I'm wearing today."
I saw that Jiajia's fingers and toes were painted with deep red nail polish. The fiery red made her fair hands and feet look even more vibrant. Combined with the rose tattoo sticker on her ankle, she exuded a sexy yet wild and unrestrained passion, which already aroused my desire. Looking at Jiajia's bare shoulders and legs, I leaned over, wanting to be intimate with her, but Jiajia pushed me away: "No! I've already showered."
"Just shower again after you're done!" "I have to apply lotion after showering, it's too much trouble." I didn't expect her to refuse me; it was definitely unusual.
I had no choice but to take a cold shower to cool down my physical reaction, but it showed no signs of abating because I was thinking about Jiajia's date tomorrow night.
While showering, Jiajia shouted at the bathroom door, "The English center is having a get-together tomorrow night. You'll have to take care of dinner yourself." Jiajia was probably embarrassed to lie to me.
Finally, the weekend arrived. Tonight, Jiajia was dressed in a white terry cloth vest-style dress. The skirt wasn't too short, and she wore semi-transparent stockings (different from what I expected), but because of the fabric, it tightly hugged her body, still showcasing Jiajia's perfect and alluring curves.
She greeted me and said she was leaving.
"Have fun!" I watched her slip on a pair of white pointed high heels and then leave.
Have fun? I felt excited, but also quite uneasy. They arranged to have dinner at an Italian restaurant. Denny was already sitting inside waiting for Jiajia, eager to meet my wife.
"Hi! Have you been waiting long?" Jiajia greeted him warmly as soon as they met. "I just got here too," he said, gazing at Jiajia's figure.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Is it ugly?" Jiajia looked at her clothes shyly. "No, no."
"I'm sorry! You look so beautiful. This dress looks so sexy on you."
Then they sat down to eat, chatting about their lives in France and Taiwan, and of course, Jiajia's married life, which inevitably led to me, her husband.
Jiajia then learned a little about this foreigner. Denny lived in Paris, was 35 years old, and said he was unmarried.
During the meal, the Frenchman stared intently at Jiajia, watching her jade-like fingers with their deep red nail polish, as she used her knife and fork to move food between her lips, imagining what it would be like if Jiajia put his penis in her mouth...
Jiajia also noticed that Denny kept staring at her, so she ate almost all her food with her mouth, taking small bites, which made the foreigner feel itchy.
The two chatted and laughed during the meal, with nothing particularly amiss. Occasionally, the foreigner would bring up flirtatious topics, which delighted Jiajia.
The foreigner glanced at his watch and gestured to Jiajia that it was time to leave. "It's only a little past eight. Would you like to come to my place for a while?" the foreigner pressed.
"I have a few bottles of red wine I brought back from France. Would you like to try some?" "Now?" Jiajia asked, feigning modesty.
"Jiajia, are you in a hurry to go home? Is your husband waiting for you at home?" Jiajia quickly said, "Oh, no! It's just… just…"
"Since that's not the case, then it's fine, okay!" the foreigner pressed his advantage. Jiajia didn't reply, only nodding slightly with her head down.
They had already finished a bottle of red wine during the meal. Jiajia's alcohol tolerance was decent for half a bottle, but her face would turn red after drinking. Currently, it was unclear whether Jiajia's flushed cheeks were due to shyness or the alcohol.
After the two walked out of the restaurant, the Frenchman suddenly put his arm around Jiajia's slender waist. Jiajia paused for a moment but didn't resist. Emboldened, the Frenchman slid his hand down and placed it on Jiajia's buttocks. The two walked to the roadside like a couple and hailed a taxi.
This Frenchman rented a small apartment of about ten square meters in an apartment building near the mansion; almost the entire building was occupied by foreigners.
He led Jiajia into the apartment. As they were about to cross the lobby, several foreigners were chatting. Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw Jiajia. They greeted Denny with envious expressions while giving Jiajia lustful looks. Seeing foreigners bringing women back was common here; everyone knew what was going to happen next, so there was nothing to be surprised about. However, seeing a woman as attractive as Jiajia was rare. After all, they only wanted someone to satisfy their sexual needs, not someone to marry.
Shoes had to be taken off before entering the house. When my wife took off her high heels, the French man could vaguely see her delicate feet through the texture of her semi-transparent stockings.
"Even her toenails are polished so beautifully, the same color as her fingernails, right? Very pretty," the foreigner said with a lecherous look.
Jiajia shyly crossed her legs. The French man brought out two or three bottles of red wine for Jiajia to choose from. Jiajia glanced at them and said, "How about we open this one first?" "
Okay! No problem." The two sat on the sofa, drinking and watching TV, the French man's arm still around Jiajia's shoulder.
Soon, one bottle of wine was almost finished. Then the French man reached out and took Jiajia's hand, placing it on his crotch. But Jiajia quickly pulled her hand away. She knew what he meant, but she hesitated.
"Oh no! Teacher, we'll still have to meet in the classroom from now on, and it'll feel really awkward."
The Frenchman didn't show any disappointment; instead, he said even more enthusiastically, "Jiajia, don't worry. To be honest, I'm leaving Taiwan in a week. I'll probably go back to France first, and then consider other Asian countries. We'll only see each other once or twice in class at most."
It turned out this Frenchman was already planning to leave, wanting to make the most of his time before he went, thinking, "Why not take advantage of me?" He had the same thought as me, except my Jiajia was the one being taken advantage of. Only
then did Jiajia lower her guard and let go of her previous concerns. The Frenchman picked up a glass and handed it to Jiajia, and the two of them finished their drinks.
"Shall we open another bottle?" Jiajia asked. "Of course!"
The Frenchman looked smug. He could tell Jiajia was in a very relaxed mood, and the alcohol had amplified her excitement.
Jiajia got up, tugged at her skirt, and went to open the bottle, almost tripping as she walked around the coffee table.
"Are you alright, Jiajia?" The Frenchman stared at Jiajia's back, noticing her hips swaying as she walked.
Jiajia put the bottle down and was about to sit back on the sofa when the Frenchman suddenly grabbed her hand, causing her to plop down on his crotch, falling sideways into his arms. The Frenchman
lifted Jiajia's chin with his hand, their lips meeting, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, making her suckle. Jiajia felt something hard pressing against her buttocks, growing larger and larger.
Because the terry cloth fabric was somewhat elastic, the Frenchman easily pulled Jiajia's clothes down from the neckline and arms, despite her 34C bust. Jiajia automatically moved her arms upwards, revealing her bare upper body, wearing only a deep red strapless lace bra. The Frenchman pinched Jiajia's breasts, squeezing a deep cleavage between them. Jiajia reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, revealing a pair of fair and soft breasts to the Frenchman.
The Frenchman picked up the bra and smelled the cups: "It smells really good." Jiajia snatched the bra back: "Of course it smells good."
The Frenchman's tongue kept licking Jiajia's breasts, and he kept biting her nipples with his teeth. The two nipples were already hard and erect from the stimulation. Jiajia raised her hands, tied her hair up, leaned forward slightly, and swayed her breasts from side to side, keeping the Frenchman's mouth busy. Her lips were tightly closed, but deep breaths escaped from her nose.
The Frenchman lifted his buttocks and pulled down his pants, revealing a loose pair of boxer shorts. A thick, erect penis protruded from his crotch, like a tent. He spread his legs, wanting Jiajia to kneel between them. The Frenchman pressed Jiajia's head against his crotch with one hand, while his other hand pinched her nipple. Jiajia, blushing, only touched his penis through her underwear.
"What's wrong! It's big, isn't it?" "Yes!" Jiajia nodded. The Frenchman commanded, "Take it off!"
Jiajia pulled down his pants, and his penis sprang out as if freed. Jiajia first kissed the head of his penis, then rubbed it with her lips. His entire penis was covered in Jiajia's lipstick, the prominent veins on the surface lightly covered by the deep red lipstick.
Jiajia initially intended to take the entire penis into her mouth, but before she could even take half, the glans was already pressing against her throat. Experienced, she switched to a side-swallowing position, letting the Frenchman's glans press against her cheek, making it look like she was holding a hard-boiled egg.
The Frenchman sat motionless on the sofa, intently watching Jiajia's beautifully polished fingers envelop his penis, moving it up and down in her mouth. Jiajia made "tsk! tsk!" sounds, accompanied by saliva.
At this moment, Jiajia's clothes were still hanging at her waist, the hem of her skirt still covering her thighs. The Frenchman, displeased, hooked his legs around the clothes hanging at Jiajia's waist, intending to stand her up. The entire garment fell, circling around Jiajia's feet.
It turned out that Jiajia was wearing a matching bra and panties, presumably chosen to match her nail polish color. Although it wasn't a thong, it was still incredibly small—a dark red lace-trimmed panty that barely covered Jiajia's pubic hair. A dark patch was clearly visible through the crotch of her semi-transparent stockings.
The Frenchman used two fingers to probe Jiajia's genitals through the stockings. Jiajia couldn't withstand his stimulation and reflexively squeezed her thighs together tightly, while her calves remained open. The tighter Jiajia squeezed her thighs, the harder the Frenchman's fingers probed, pressing her vulva even more tightly against his fingers. Her vaginal fluid was squeezed out, soaking through her panties and making the stockings a wet line.
Then the Frenchman slipped his hand inside the stockings and panties, placing his entire palm against Jiajia's genitals and vigorously rubbing her mons pubis with his middle finger. Jiajia, of course, couldn't resist. She kept twisting her waist and swaying her hips, her feet, which were standing, seemed to be gripping the floor tightly as if trying to grab something, but she couldn't stand. Her heels touched the ground, her soles were off the ground, and her toes were digging into the ground. The Frenchman saw those sexy feet and Jiajia's lewd expression, and her panties were constantly leaking fluid. He squeezed his penis, ready to act.
At the same time, the Frenchman pulled off Jiajia's stockings and panties, revealing her mysterious black forest. Jiajia was completely naked. Except for her pubic hair, her fair skin exuded a mature and rosy sexiness. The Frenchman stared in disbelief.
"Why are you looking at me like that again?" Jiajia turned away shyly, half-covering her breasts and genitals with her hands.
The Frenchman, now fully awake, hugged Jiajia from behind and placed her on the edge of the coffee table. He then sat back on the sofa, grabbed Jiajia's left foot, and noticed a rose tattoo sticker on her ankle. He made a "tsk! tsk!" sound. "Jiajia, you're so lewd. How about I take you to get a real tattoo, in the same spot, to make your feet even more alluring?"
With that, he put Jiajia's big toe into his mouth and sucked on it. His right leg was bent and propped up on the edge of the table. While licking Jiajia's toes, he inserted two fingers into her vagina, making "squirt...squirt" sounds.
After he had been teasing Jiajia's vulva for a while, she lay back on the coffee table. As she lay there, her full breasts sagged slightly to the sides, appearing to the Frenchman like two large steamed buns on a steamer, their smooth, pinkish-white skin concealing a rich, juicy, and plump filling.
The Frenchman got up and released Jiajia's legs, pulling her buttocks halfway up the table edge. Her legs were spread wide, her thighs and calves perpendicular to the ground, her feet forming a U-shape.
He braced himself on the edge of the table near Jiajia's ear with one hand, and with the other, he grasped his penis, about to enter her, when Jiajia suddenly remembered the condom: "Did you forget something?" "What?" The Frenchman looked puzzled, not understanding Jiajia's meaning. "Shouldn't you wear a condom?"
This Frenchman didn't really like wearing condoms, but since Jiajia had asked, he was willing to wear one, but he genuinely didn't have any, so he told Jiajia he didn't have any. "What to do!" It would be such a downer to ask the foreigner to buy them now.
Just then, Jiajia pointed to her bag, and the Frenchman understood. Opening Jiajia's bag, inside was a box of Playboy black condoms, still sealed in shrink wrap. The Frenchman took them out, saw the ribbed texture and a large size label on the box, and gave Jiajia a lewd smile.
"Oh! Jiajia, so you were all prepared to have me fuck you." "This 'large size,' it's probably not for your husband, is it?"
Wow! Where did she get condoms? Jiajia doesn't want me to use condoms because she likes the feeling of warm semen shooting into her uterus, so she takes birth control pills. And with a sexually frustrated wife like this waiting for me to serve her every day, I don't have the extra energy to mess around outside, so there wouldn't be any condoms at home. I guess she bought condoms to prevent STIs, not to avoid pregnancy. The condom inside was red. The Frenchman quickly put it on his penis after opening it. The size was alright. He then swung his erect penis in front of Jiajia.
"Do you like ones with bumps?" He placed his penis against Jiajia's cheek and rubbed the bumps on the condom against her face. "How is it! Do you see any bumps?"
The Frenchman used his fingers to spread Jiajia's slightly reddish-brown, thick labia. Seeing that her vagina was already well-lubricated with vaginal fluid, he leaned over her with one hand and, with the other, guided his penis into her vagina. As soon as the head of his penis entered, Jiajia's lips parted slightly, and a long "Oh~" sound escaped her throat. When the Frenchman's entire penis was inside, Jiajia suddenly shivered. This was the feeling, a feeling of fullness, a penis that could satisfy her vagina. Jiajia's vagina wasn't very loose; it accommodated the small penis perfectly, and could also adjust freely to a larger one. This Frenchman's penis evoked all her past lewd memories, but it had been so long since she had been filled with such a penis.
But this Frenchman was deliberately teasing Jiajia. He thrust his entire penis deep into her vagina, and just as Jiajia felt the glans about to hit its mark, he quickly pulled it out completely. Naturally, Jiajia was uncomfortable being teased like this.
Now her mouth was even wider open. When the Frenchman penetrated, Jiajia would moan, and when he pulled out, she would whimper, as if begging for his penis. But the Frenchman completely ignored her. She could only move her hips in the direction the penis was about to withdraw, trying to prolong the time it remained inside her.
To accommodate the Frenchman's penis, Jiajia kept moving her hips, arching her back and supporting herself only on her limbs, pressing her genitals sharply towards him. Seeing her wanton and lewd appearance, the Frenchman said to Jiajia, "Jiajia, you really are like a slut, aren't you?" His words further aroused Jiajia's lust. Seeing that
the Frenchman was about to fall onto the sofa, Jiajia lifted her waist and thrust her hips forward, using her buttocks, still holding his penis, to push him down onto the sofa. She then turned and bent over, reaching between her legs to grab his penis and holding on tightly. She opened her legs, spreading her buttocks, and aligned her vagina with his penis, sliding it down. Supporting herself on his thighs, she rotated her hips. From behind, the Frenchman could only see a pair of plump buttocks kneading dough; he couldn't see his penis.
Jiajia began to thrust vigorously, the penis repeatedly penetrating her vagina. The Frenchman excitedly slapped Jiajia's buttocks, leaving red marks on her fair skin.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" The small room echoed with crisp slapping sounds and Jiajia's moans.
"Oh~ yes~ oh~ yes~ oh~ fuck me, please!" That's right, Jiajia habitually moaned in English when excited, and she especially liked using "fuck me." At first, I thought she was being too crude, but then I realized that women in Western porn films all acted like that, while Japanese women just used "ah." It must be a difference in national culture!
"Jiajia, you slut, tell me, do you like my penis or your husband's?"
"Yours~ yours~" Jiajia was only focused on the penis inside her vagina and didn't even understand what she was saying.
"Then how about I be your husband?" "Yes~ Oh~ Yes~."
The Frenchman made Jiajia lie on his bed. By this time, Jiajia had already orgasmed, and she lay on the bed with her arms outstretched and her legs wide open. The Frenchman saw that Jiajia's labia had been rubbed raw by his penis and were swollen. The thick labia were everted and would occasionally contract and writhe, and her vagina was constantly flowing with lustful fluid.
"Jiajia, you're really something! You're the biggest gain I've made since coming to Taiwan."
The Frenchman saw Jiajia's two limp legs hanging over the edge of the bed, still so beautiful, and the tattoo stickers and her tender toes painted with dark red nail polish... The Frenchman prepared to have sex with Jiajia again.
"Chirp~ Chirp chirp chirp chirp~" At this moment, the doorbell rang. "Shit! Why would anyone come at this time?" The Frenchman reluctantly wrapped a towel around himself and went to open the door.
Jiajia was still lying on the bed, motionless, her mind still replaying the scene of their lovemaking, so she didn't notice the doorbell. It turned out two foreigners had brought some cardboard boxes for Denny to pack, so Denny was very polite to them.
Seeing that Denny was only wearing a towel, covered in sweat, and with a noticeable bulge in his crotch, the two foreigners, knowing he was in the act, craned their necks to peer into the room. Seeing an alluring body lying on the bed, they smiled at Denny: "Okay! We're leaving, we won't disturb you."
One of them added, "She looks hot, introduce her to us sometime." "Okay! Maybe next time."
After seeing them off, Denny returned to Jiajia's side, took off his towel, and felt his penis soften. He removed the condom, grabbed one of Jiajia's feet, and rubbed the head of his penis against her soft, rosy sole. Then he lifted the other foot, first smelling the spaces between her toes, then sticking his tongue into those spaces to lick. Jiajia's feet, licked by him, started to itch again, and she automatically rubbed her breasts with both hands.
He saw that Jiajia was getting aroused again, and his penis was already hard from her pink feet. The Frenchman didn't use a condom and directly inserted his penis into Jiajia's vagina. Fortunately, her vagina was still full of vaginal fluid, allowing his penis to enter smoothly.
"Mmm~" Jiajia closed her eyes. "It's good!" The foreigner still felt it was more enjoyable without a condom.
He held her two long, straight legs together in his arms. Jiajia didn't know that he was having sex with her without a condom, and she even tightened her vagina in response to his thrusting movements. The Frenchman thrust harder and harder, his stomach constantly colliding with the back of Jiajia's thighs, making popping sounds, while his mouth was also sucking on Jiajia's five toes.
"Yes~ Oh~ Yes~" "Yes~ Denny, oh~ Yes~" Jiajia kept making obscene moans.
The Frenchman, having licked Jiajia's toes enough, spread her legs and pressed himself against her, ready for a passionate kiss. Jiajia pressed her lips to his, her arms tightly wrapped around him. His thrusting continued, penetrating her vagina again and again, while Jiajia wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking the backs of her feet together.
He offered his tongue for her to suckle, his hands squeezing her breasts, leaving red finger marks.
His movements intensified; his penis was now swollen and bruised. Suddenly, he withdrew his penis, and Jiajia cried out, "Ah!" He
quickly stood up on the bed and ejaculated thick streams of semen onto Jiajia's face. He watched as her face was covered in sticky fluid, her hand still stroking his penis, semen still dripping from the glans.
He shoved his glans into Jiajia's mouth, and Jiajia, fully satisfied, willingly licked his entire penis clean of semen.
Then the Frenchman asked Jiajia to shower with him, but Jiajia said, "You go first, let me rest, okay?"
The Frenchman first wiped Jiajia's face clean with toilet paper, then went into the bathroom to shower alone, while Jiajia remained lying on the bed, unwilling to move, her mind racing.
When it was Jiajia's turn to shower alone, after the warm water, she remembered why he seemed to have forgotten to wear a condom.
After showering, she checked the time; it was almost one o'clock. She hurriedly dressed, carefully checking her clothes and accessories…
making sure everything was in order, before having Denny take her downstairs to catch a taxi. As Jiajia got into the taxi, they said goodbye with a deep kiss!
I watched Jiajia leave in the taxi, and the Frenchman walked to his car—this was the perfect opportunity, wasn't it?
I quickened my pace and stepped forward. The Frenchman was startled by my sudden appearance, thinking it was a robbery. When I revealed my identity, he was even more surprised and too scared to speak.
He was a high-ranking manager sent to Taiwan by the French headquarters. The company was quite well-known, and his position was significant. If he were to have a romantic affair here, especially with a married woman, he could face legal trouble. He would certainly be disciplined by headquarters, possibly even dismissed.
I sensed his wariness and feared he might not tell the truth, so I clearly stated my intentions and guaranteed that I wouldn't file charges against him or anyone else involved. On the contrary, I threatened legal action if he refused to tell the truth
. In a nearby coffee shop, he recounted the entire story of Jiajia and the others, especially the descriptions of my wife's sexual encounters, demanding a clearer understanding of everything from the beginning to the end.
However, there was one thing he didn't tell the truth about: their use of aphrodisiacs. Because that's illegal, he was afraid to mention it.
To minimize his guilt, he blamed everything on Jiajia actively seducing them, while they were passive, saying Jiajia had a strong sex drive and one man wasn't enough—it was almost like he was pleading for her.
His description matched my own thoughts, which is why I wanted to understand more and find a better solution.
When I got home, Jiajia was still showering. Thinking about the scene at the bar that night, and the Frenchman's description, my little guy got hard again. Taking advantage of Jiajia's previous pleasures outside, I decided to make up for it with mine, giving her a night of multiple orgasms.
So, with my erect penis, I went into the bathroom and treated Jiajia like a prostitute, thoroughly fucking her wet pussy.
It seemed to work; that night, we both experienced unprecedented satisfaction and pleasure.
A few days later, Jiajia told me she didn't want to go to the English center anymore and wanted to rest at home for a while.
On that very day, I also told her what I knew about not wanting to go to the English center anymore. Jiajia's face changed drastically upon hearing this; she almost cried.
Jiajia said that's why she didn't want to go to the English center anymore, determined to break free from her entanglement with foreigners and readjust her living environment.
I told Jiajia that I didn't mean to blame her at all; on the contrary, I comforted her, telling her that it was all innate, and that we should cooperate and tolerate each other to continue building our marriage.
I also expressed my own feelings, saying that there was no right or wrong in this matter, as long as we were honest with each other, didn't deceive each other, found a common and feasible way, and built a tacit understanding, our life together might become more interesting.
At first, Jiajia kept her head down, like a child who had done something wrong, quietly listening to me. Only after I expressed my feelings did she gradually begin to join the conversation.
We talked all night, finally reaching some principles and tacit understandings, which we both agreed to abide by and cooperate with.
After reaching a conclusion, our conversation became spicy and explicit, like a couple flirting and teasing each other, and we even fell asleep exhausted after making love, which further confirmed that our decision was right.
Our agreement wasn't written down; it was entirely based on our conscience and existed in our hearts. To summarize, it was roughly this:
When Jiajia couldn't get the satisfaction she desired from me, I allowed her to have sexual relations with other men, but this couldn't interfere with their marital relationships or disrupt their family harmony. As for the men, I figured Jiajia's taste wouldn't be too bad, so I didn't specify.
From now on, I wouldn't restrict Jiajia's clothing anymore; instead, she should buy more sexy clothes, especially if I made any requests, in which case she must comply.
Jiajia also agreed to let me have relations with other women. For me, this was just a backup plan.
Before engaging in sexual activity outside of our marriage, both of us must take thorough precautions.
Neither of us could refuse the other without reason when we needed each other.
The final agreement was that unless both parties agreed, there would be no coercive behavior, nor any harm or damage to the other's body or reputation.
Lately, Jiajia has been going to work and going to bed regularly and rarely goes out.
Although she's staying home, Jiajia is in a good mood every day, seemingly free from the previous worries and pressures that troubled her.
Every weekend, we would go shopping together, picking out some "pretty" clothes. Occasionally, if I saw something I liked, I would buy it for Jiajia too.
Actually, Jiajia didn't need me to put in much effort to train her; she naturally liked to dress herself up beautifully and sexily, showing off her confident and alluring figure and mature, voluptuous body.
At first, we chose to make love on the balcony because Jiajia didn't like to draw the curtains, so people in the opposite house were often peeping.
I used to often remind Jiajia, but now I let her walk around the house naked. Occasionally, when she was aroused, Jiajia would be willing to make love with me on the balcony. Jiajia could hold onto the balcony railing, and I could have sex with her from behind, watching her moan and sway her breasts towards the opposite side. I was sure someone was watching us make love.
We also liked to go to Starbucks for coffee. They had those tables by the floor-to-ceiling windows, where people sat facing outwards, with the area below completely open. We would drink coffee together, secretly observing the passersby to see if anyone noticed the allure under Jiajia's skirt.
In the period following our agreement, Jiajia has been quite chaste, probably scared off by those foreigners. She seems to have toned it down a bit, unless I ask her to. She also spends more time at home, and I get worried about her rarely going out.
I kindly bought her a few pornographic DVDs so she could watch them when she's bored at home. Jiajia calls me a pervert, saying I always buy her things like incestuous relationships, mature women having affairs, and foot fetish sex.
February 10th is Jiajia's birthday, and I've roughly figured out what gift to give her.
One day, I passed by an adult store and saw some vibrating dildos in the window. I thought this would be the best gift to show my thoughtfulness to my wife. I pointed to a rather large black vibrating dildo. The owner told me that this size is less acceptable to Taiwanese people and that I should think it over. He then smiled and said he would give me a discount if I really wanted it. I felt there was something else behind his smile.
I touched it and felt it was very realistic, with bulging veins on the surface, and the glans could even rotate. This would definitely make Jiajia feel good.
The day before Jiajia's birthday, I bought it.
The next night, I used the vibrating dildo to bring Jiajia to ecstasy. The twisting glans thrust directly into her vagina, soaking the sheets with her juices. The thick shaft went in and out of her body… in and out… in and out… her labia were constantly being churned by the glans.
Jiajia lay on the bed, her buttocks tightly gripping the vibrating dildo, its dark part still sticking out, circling around and around. With my timely use of my own penis, the pleasure was amplified. Jiajia was very satisfied with the vibrating dildo and loved it.
From now on, Jiajia could watch porn at home and masturbate with the vibrating dildo while watching. Jiajia told me it felt great, as if she were one of the women in the porn.
We enjoyed trying different experiences, and every day brought new sensations. Our lives became more colorful and interesting.

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