Under the wife's pomegranate skirt

My wife, Amy, and I met in college, and I quickly fell head over heels for her. Amy liked me too, but her feelings for her weren't as intense or persistent as mine. After persistent efforts, Amy finally agreed to date me. Our relationship gradually stabilized, and in our senior year, I begged Amy to marry me after graduation, and she agreed.
Like most American boys, I hoped to have sex with Amy during our courtship, but she firmly refused, insisting on waiting until after marriage. So, I resorted to masturbation to release my desires. During our dates, we often hugged and kissed, and from her passionate and unrestrained French kisses, I could tell she was a wild and sexually active woman.
Six months after graduation, Amy and I got married, but our wedding night was a huge disappointment. I had thought that after the wedding, we could openly enjoy our sex life, but Amy didn't think so. She had refused to have sex with me before the wedding, and on our wedding night, she didn't want me to fully enjoy sex either. When I rested briefly and prepared for a second round of intimacy, she pushed me away.
"Okay, George, the wedding ceremony is over, stop thinking about it."
"But I still want to have sex with you, baby, I'm planning to go all night."
"Don't talk nonsense, George, are you crazy? I'm not a 12th Avenue bitch. We have to have sex tonight only to complete the wedding ceremony, and the only other thing is to have a child. But my ovulation period is two weeks later, so you have to find a way to control your libido."
If I were clear-headed enough, I should have immediately gotten up and left the bridal chamber, found a lawyer to end this marriage where I couldn't fully enjoy sex. But at that moment, my mind was only filled with love, thinking about my wife's full, sexy body, and I couldn't calmly think about how to deal with it.
Two weeks after that wedding night, she finally allowed me to have sex with her again. This kind of life was like hell for me. We've been living together, and I see Amy's alluring, sexy body every day, yet I have to resort to masturbation to release my sexual desire. Although I often try to seduce her, she always firmly refuses.
"What do you think you're doing, George? The only reason we have sex is to have a child. I can only get pregnant once a month, and that's when we can have sex."
During her ovulation period, Amy allows me to have sex with her for three days: the day before, the day of, and the day after ovulation. This was wonderful news! I could have sex with her for three days straight.
But unfortunate news followed: I got her pregnant. After she became pregnant, Amy refused to have sex with me anymore, saying she would only resume our marital relations when she wanted a second child.
Amy suffered a lot during childbirth, but the arrival of a beautiful daughter made her very happy.
She told me that since she already had such a beautiful daughter, she didn't want a second child. In other words, I am destined to grow old and die in this sexless marriage. I can't leave her because I love her very much, and I also love our daughter, little Margie, very much.
Actually, aside from her attitude towards sex, Amy is a truly wonderful wife. She's loyal, loving, and incredibly gentle with me—she practically spoils me. She's an excellent cook, diligent in managing the household, and takes meticulous care of the children; she's a rare and wonderful wife and mother.
The only thing lacking in our marriage is our sex life. Although I've talked to her about this many times, pleaded with her, and even suggested seeing a psychologist and family and sex counselors, her answer is always the same: "I'm not wrong about sex, George; you're the one with the problem. If you can effectively suppress your animalistic desires, everything will be fine."
After two years of effort, I finally gave up. If I couldn't get sex at home, I had to seek pleasure outside.
In the first dozen or so affairs, I always went to prostitutes. Although it satisfied my sexual desires, I felt empty inside. The pleasure with prostitutes lacked an emotional element, making it difficult to achieve complete enjoyment.
Although a few prostitutes pretended to like me, and two even tried to act like they had orgasms, I knew they were just lying there hoping I'd finish quickly so they could move on to the next client.
I needed more than just sexual release; I also needed emotional connection and emotional comfort. While I wasn't seeking love or a long-term, stable sexual relationship, I definitely needed emotional support.
Due to work, I often had to travel, usually in groups of three.
Our group consisted of Janice, a computer systems analyst; Tom, a mechanical designer; and myself. We worked very well together, and whenever our product required a follow-up visit, we'd go together for three to five days.
After a day's work, we'd have dinner together and then go our separate ways. Tom and I had different interests. A year after his divorce, he started having homosexual relationships, and every time he traveled, he'd go to a local gay bar for a drink, chat with the gay men there, and perhaps even have sex with them. Janice was a happy married woman. After dinner, she would usually go back to her room to read or watch TV. I was alone in my room with nothing to do, sometimes watching a movie.
Although I would visit prostitutes when I was at home, I never did so when I was traveling for work. At home, I was familiar with my surroundings and knew which prostitutes were safe and healthy, but when I was traveling, the unfamiliar environment made me unwilling to take risks; it was better to follow the rules.
That day, the three of us finished our first day of work at a factory in Kansas City. After returning to the hotel and having dinner together, Tom went out to find his own fun, while Janice went upstairs to her room.
I was bored, so after leaving the restaurant, I went to the hotel lounge, had a couple of drinks, and listened to a live band for a while. Suddenly, Janice appeared in the lounge and sat down in the chair opposite me.
"Can I sit with you for a while? It's so boring being alone in the room,"
she said to me.
"Oh, what's wrong? Forgot your books?"
"I did bring three books, but I'm not interested in reading any of them."
I asked her what she'd like to drink, then asked the waiter to bring us two glasses of wine. We chatted casually while drinking. After Janice had her three glasses, she suddenly asked me, "Can I ask you something?"
I thought she wanted to ask about work, so I said, "Sure, go ahead."
"Do you think I'm an attractive woman?"
I didn't know what she meant, but I knew I had to say something, even if I was wrong. "Of course, you're an attractive woman,"
I said.
In fact, I didn't think she was attractive. Although she wasn't bad-looking and had a friendly personality, she was rather ordinary in terms of both figure and face. Her buttocks were nicely shaped, at least when she wore trousers, but not particularly attractive. However, as a gentleman, how could I directly say a woman wasn't attractive? That would be too impolite.
I asked curiously, "What made you think of asking that?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them, because this question would obviously lead her to pour out her troubles about her life. I had heard that her husband wasn't good to her and often saw other women because he thought she was too ugly. Even in our company, some men would flirt with the female colleagues, but none of them would flirt with her.
"If you're not attractive, why would your husband marry you?"
I said.
"Sigh, you don't know, actually, he married me because we both drank too much one time and had sex, and I got pregnant that time. When his parents found out, they forced him to marry me. Although I miscarried shortly after the marriage, his parents are devout Catholics and absolutely forbid him from divorcing me. His father told him that if he divorced me, he wouldn't get any of the family inheritance. So, he can only barely keep going."
Listening to her sobbing and recounting her story, I sat there blankly, thinking about my own marriage. Sigh, we are both unfortunate people. Finally, I interrupted her, saying, "Forget about those worries. You're really attractive. Don't be sad, let's go dancing."
I pulled her away from her seat and onto the dance floor. The natural attraction between opposite sexes reinforced what I had just said; she felt she truly was an attractive woman. Holding her body, the scent of Janice's hair and perfume stimulated my senses, arousing my sexually deprived body and quickly giving me an erection. During the dance, her body twice pressed against my erect penis, and I saw a look of joy on her face.
After dancing two more songs, I saw that it was almost time and told Janice I wanted to go back and rest. She said she wanted to stay in the lounge a little longer and told me to go first, and we'd see each other tomorrow morning. However, less than five minutes after I returned to my room, Janice came and knocked on my door. I opened the door and saw her looking at me with a plaintive gaze, softly saying, "May I come in?"
For a grown man, this was a situation he couldn't refuse. Now, a married, melancholic woman extended an invitation to me with her sincere face and mature body: "Come on, I'm standing right here. Take me, worship me. I'm a woman who has long lacked sexual affection. Please fuck me to death!"
She was Janet standing before me, an ordinary-looking woman who rarely attracted men's attention, yet yearned for the favor of the opposite sex and passionate sex. I didn't know if her husband was really seeing another woman, or if her insecurity and lack of self-confidence had led her to such fantasies. But if her husband had truly abandoned her to pursue another woman, he was truly foolish.
I stepped aside and nodded, gesturing for Janet to come inside. She walked past me, went straight to the bed, and without even glancing at me, began to undress. Then, she spread her legs and lay on her back on the bed, looking at me and saying, "Please?"
I climbed onto the bed and reached out to caress her right breast. Janice said impatiently, "No, no, stop dawdling, just fuck me! I don't need foreplay, I don't need teasing, I just want you to fuck me hard."
Hearing this, I didn't hesitate any longer, quickly stripped off my clothes, straddled her, and thrust my thick penis into her body, pumping violently. "Ahhh..."
she cried out. Thinking I had hurt her, I slowed down, trying to withdraw slowly. Janice clung tightly to my buttocks, moaning and shouting, "No, no, don't pull out, fuck me, fuck me hard, please fuck me!"
So, I slammed down on her with all my might, just like I used to do with prostitutes, my movements incredibly wild. Because I hadn't had sex in a long time, I only lasted a few minutes before ejaculating. Just then, Jenny, having just enjoyed the pleasure of sex, didn't want me to finish so quickly. She clung to me, crying, "No! No! Don't ejaculate so fast! I haven't come yet, not yet… Oh, please…"
But I couldn't stop myself; after ejaculating, my penis quickly went limp. Jenny pushed me away, quickly got up, turned her head and lay on my lower abdomen, stimulating my limp penis with both her hands and mouth, hoping it would get hard again quickly.
Just as Jenny was diligently sucking my penis, her vulva, constantly swaying in front of me, caught my attention. I knew she must really want me to give her oral sex like she did, but I had never licked a woman's vulva before, let alone one that was now dripping with vaginal fluid and semen.
But Jenny was deeply sucking my penis while thrusting her hips towards my face. What should I do? Should I pull away or lick it? If I licked her, I would not only taste her vaginal fluids but also my own semen. However, if I moved away, the oral sex I was enjoying would stop.
In the end, I decided to continue enjoying her oral sex.
Janice's big ass pressed against my face. I had never performed oral sex on a woman before and didn't know how, so I could only rely on hearsay to suck her clitoris. She groaned every time I licked her, and screamed every time I sucked. As I continued to lick and suck, she kept screaming and groaning, her big ass swaying and smearing my face with vaginal fluids and semen. At the same time, Janice shook her head and vigorously swallowed and spat out my already hard penis.
"Oh, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me!"
Janice said, climbing off me, turning around and sitting on my lower abdomen, inserting my hard penis into her vagina, and began to fuck me up and down.
"Oh, God!"
she cried, "It feels so good, so fucking good..."
Her hands were on my chest, her body heaving rapidly, letting my thick penis slide back and forth in her slippery vagina. "Fuck you! Fuck you!"
she moaned.
She was right, she was indeed fucking me. I lay there quietly, and she fucked me wildly!
If I hadn't already ejaculated once, I definitely wouldn't have been able to hold on, but Janice's stimulation was too intense, and soon I felt the urge to ejaculate again. I rolled over and pinned her down, thrusting into her body like a ram, fucking her until she screamed and reached orgasm. Then, I ejaculated into her vagina again.
"It feels so good, my lover. I want you to fuck my ass in the morning,"
Janice murmured, nestled beside me, and soon fell asleep. I stroked her body, recalling what had just happened, as I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, my hard penis was already being stroked by Janice. Seeing that I had opened my eyes, she said, "Wake up, wake up, you sleepy little thing. Our new day has begun."
With that, she lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth.
This kind of wake-up call is probably every man's dream; I had longed for Amy to wake me up like this, but I had never experienced it. Janice sucked on my penis for a while, then looked up and asked, "Want to fuck my anus?"
I had never had anal sex with a woman before, so I was naturally very curious and answered, "Yes."
"Great. Many men think women's anuses are dirty and don't want to fuck them, but I really like anal sex. Here, take this..."
she said, handing me a tube of lubricant. "Here, please lick my vulva and put some lubricant on my anus."
After saying that, she and I assumed a 69 position and began sucking my penis again.
Watching Jenny's buttocks swaying in front of my face, I thought to myself, this woman is incredibly lewd. Where did she get this lubricant? I don't have it in my room, so it must be something Jenny brought with her. How would she know many men don't like anal sex if she hasn't had sex with many men? And if she's slept with many men, why is she complaining about not being attractive to men? Oh, really, it seems I've been played by this woman.
But I have no reason to complain; enjoying sex with a woman like this is quite pleasant. I thought to myself as I licked her vulva and applied lubricant to her anus. I can't expose her yet; our work here still has two days left. I need to continue using these two nights to have sex with Jenny and continue proving to her that she is attractive to men.
"Okay, come fuck my anus, I like being fucked in the anus by a man."
I moved behind her, pressing the head of my penis against her anus, and heard her say, "Push it in, yes, yes, slowly, slowly in, don't stop..."
Her anal sphincter contracted instinctively, making it harder for me to penetrate. Janice groaned, I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure.
"Come on, it's okay, don't stop. Push it in, slowly, but don't stop, okay, okay..."
My glans was already fully inside, and Janice gasped in pain, saying, "Oh, okay, fuck me."
I pushed it in a little more, and Janice groaned again. "Hey, did I hurt you?"
I asked a little worriedly.
"No, no... Oh, my baby, fuck me, slowly in, fuck me..."
Hearing her say that, I began to slowly thrust in and out of her anus, feeling her sphincter gripping my penis like a hand. As I penetrated deeper, Janice seemed to adjust to the foreign object in her anus. She reached under her and rubbed my testicles, repeatedly saying, "Harder, my love, fuck me harder, faster... Yes, fuck me like that, my love."
I increased the force and frequency of my thrusts. Two minutes later, feeling I was about to ejaculate, I pumped even harder and ejaculated into her rectum. Once my penis was completely soft, I withdrew from Janice's body and lay down beside her.
Janice jumped off the bed, ran to the bathroom, and brought back a warm, damp towel. She carefully cleaned the filth from my penis, then began stroking it again, asking, "If I make it hard, can you fuck me again before work?"
"Sure,"
I said, and then ejaculated inside her vagina again.
The morning's work went smoothly. During lunch, Janice said to me, "I shouldn't have moved into your room. If I don't have my own room, it'll be hard to explain when I get expense reports. But I don't want to be alone in my room, so I think I'll move into yours. It'll be much more convenient. What do you think?"
"Of course,"
I didn't object, just told her not to answer the phone in my room.
After work in the afternoon, the three of us had dinner together, and then Tom went out alone. Janice and I went back to my room, and we got entangled again.
The next night, I discovered an even more lewd side of Janice. I was sitting on the edge of the bed talking to my youngest daughter, Margie, on the phone. After a few words with her, my wife, Amy, took over the call. We chatted about everyday things and planned what I would do for the weekend after I got back.
Just then, Janice came over, knelt between my legs, and started sucking my penis, which really surprised me. Although it felt very good, it made me feel very embarrassed that she did this while I was talking to my wife. I held the phone receiver with one hand, trying to push Janice away with the other while trying to keep my voice normal.
Amy seemed to sense something and asked on the phone, "Are you alright? You sound a little unwell?"
"I'm fine, honey, just a little tired from work during the day,"
Janice said softly. "Very tired, and work isn't finished yet."
"What's that sound?"
Amy seemed to hear Janice's words on the other end of the line.
"What...what sound?"
I asked, feigning ignorance.
"I think I heard something."
"No, it's probably just my breathing. I have a bit of a cold."
After hanging up the phone, I yelled at Janice, "What are you trying to do!"
"Nothing, I just think it's fun."
"It's not fun at all! My wife can tell, and it makes me very uncomfortable."
"So, you won't do it to me while I'm talking to my husband?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Since he doesn't like me, I want to annoy him like this."
"That's not good at all!"
"Oh, you can rape his wife as you please, but you're afraid to do it to me while he's talking to me. You're such a hypocrite!" "
Yeah, I am a hypocrite."
"Pah! You're so weak!"
"Oh, really? Then I'll show you how strong I am!"
With that, I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. "Tell me, which hole do you want me to fuck?"
Janice laughed and rolled over, kneeling on the bed. "Fuck my anus, my lover, fuck me hard!"
We flew home together, and we barely spoke during the entire flight. After what happened, I really didn't know what to say. After three nights of crazy sex with Janice, I still wasn't sure what she wanted to do with me afterward. Would she want to continue our relationship after we got home? Or was this just a short-lived affair while I was away on business? Was it a one-night stand that would never happen again? Did I want it to happen again? What a stupid question, George, of course I wanted it to happen again!
For years, apart from visiting a prostitute once or twice a month, I'd had almost no sex life, so of course I wanted to continue with Janice. But I didn't know her attitude, and if I said the wrong thing, I could ruin any chance of continuing our sexual relationship.
I silently pondered this question for the two hours of the flight. Just as the plane was about to land, Janice said, "My husband Jason goes bowling on Monday and Thursday nights."
"Oh?"
I was a little surprised, and a little delighted.
"I think you probably want to know that."
Janice paused, then added, "Are you free those two nights?"
I smiled and replied, "Yes, I am."
I saw her smile too.
After a minute of silence, she continued, "Jason bought a big RV, and sometimes he takes it fishing on weekends. Have you seen what it's like inside?"
"No, I haven't."
"There's a big bed inside, just as convenient as at home."
"Oh? Really?"
"Yes, sometimes I drive it to work, and I eat lunch in it too."
I understood what she meant, and we looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

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