A wife who can give oral sex

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My Wife Who Performs Oral Sex
Author: Tianfu
Published: 2004/06/30 on: Erotic Coastline
The first time I performed oral sex on my girlfriend was a few days before our wedding.
That day, we spent the night in a male friend's dorm room.
There were two beds in the room; my friend slept in one, and my girlfriend and I slept in the other.
Later, as dawn approached, I wanted to have sex with my girlfriend, but she refused because she was afraid the guy would hear.
I had to hold her head down and force her to suck me. She was also afraid that other men would hear her resistance
, so she had to open her mouth.
Finally, I ejaculated, and she had nowhere to spit it out, so she had to swallow it.
Later, she got up and went outside to perform oral sex for about ten minutes.
From then on, I started having her perform oral sex on me. After
we got married, she performed oral sex on me a few more times.
During her pregnancy, the doctor said we shouldn't have sex too much.
But I was very sexually active at that time, so I had to have her perform oral sex on me.
She didn't resist much, on the condition that I had to shower beforehand.
Sometimes she would swallow the semen, and sometimes she would spit it into the toilet.
Occasionally, she would joke with me, pouting and asking me to kiss her, wanting me to taste the semen I ejaculated in her mouth
. But I couldn't stand the smell. Thinking about that sticky, unpleasant feeling afterwards, it must have been quite unpleasant.
Thinking about it this way, my wife, who eats my semen, is truly great and adorable.
Now, my wife is menstruating and can't have sex with me, so I have to trouble her to give me oral sex.
Each time, I make sure to shower, and she rinses her mouth.
Seeing her sucking on my penis, even getting a mouthful of semen,
I'm incredibly moved .
Once, I jokingly asked her if her colleagues knew that her mouth had once eaten a penis.
She was incredibly embarrassed, saying that oral sex was really tiring because her mouth had to be kept wide open in an "O" shape the whole time
…
One day, after drinking two bottles of beer, my wife said my glans smelled of alcohol while giving me oral sex.
I don't know if she was joking or telling the truth.
Some people say that having a wife with excellent oral skills is a great blessing in my life. Actually, my wife's oral skills
aren't that great; it's just that she doesn't mind doing it for me often.
Because I feel guilty towards her, I don't dare ask her to do anything too difficult.
When my wife performs oral sex on me, I usually have her take off her clothes too, and I massage her genitals with my toes, gently rubbing
her labia.
This makes her more willing to perform oral sex on me.
And she will involuntarily wiggle her hips, which is very stimulating and enjoyable for both of us.
This is my honest experience, and I'm sharing it with everyone selflessly.
After many friends found out, they envied my good fortune in having such a good wife, saying that it's
admirable that she's willing to do this; she's truly a virtuous wife!
Some people even said that my wife is really great, and they also want a wife like that, saying that with such a wife, what more could a husband
ask for? I don't know if everyone is being sincere.
(II)
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Thank you, Brother Yiyan, for remembering me. I'll start by expressing my gratitude with this short piece.
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In the early days of our marriage, my wife and I lived in her dormitory.
It was a small 15-square-meter room shared by three couples.
After 11 pm, every bed would become lively.
One bed was right next to ours.
This couple, both with slightly lower levels of education (vocational school graduates), were less reserved and often made a lot
of noise. The creaking of the bed was obvious, but frankly, even their soft breathing and
the friction during intercourse were audible. At its worst, he would even make our bed shake a little.
Usually, at this point, my wife would bury her flushed face in my chest.
We would kiss lightly… My wife would grasp my penis with her hand, and I would stroke her round, pert buttocks.
My wife's buttocks were quite eye-catching among women, especially when she wore white jeans
; they were incredibly sexy.
When I couldn't resist climbing on top of her, she stubbornly refused to let me penetrate her vagina.
She's always been very shy. She's afraid people will hear the sounds we make when we're having sex.
But I'm incredibly hard, and I absolutely have to find a vagina to penetrate.
At this point, my wife will willingly crawl under the covers and take my glans into her alluring mouth,
sucking hard.
I enjoy her sweet tongue while listening to the sounds of our intercourse coming from the other bed, which is quite a pleasure
.
Sometimes, I'll also insert my big toe into my wife's tight vagina and gently thrust in and out.
For some reason, although my wife wasn't a virgin when she married me, her vagina has remained
very tight and elastic for two years since we got married...
At this point, my wife will twist her hips even more vigorously, sucking on me, and even playfully taking my testicles into
her mouth.
In the end, I ejaculate in her mouth, and afraid of making a sound, she has no choice but to swallow my semen under the covers
...
The first time she swallowed my semen, she almost vomited, but after that, she didn't mind swallowing it.
When she emerged from the covers, her head was covered in fragrant sweat, her lower body was often glistening with moisture from my toes, and
her mouth was full of semen.
The couple making love on the next bed could never have imagined that our lovemaking was no less
impressive than theirs.
(III)
Summer arrived, and the blankets grew thinner, making it increasingly difficult to conceal the sucking sounds my wife made while giving me oral sex under the covers
.
The sounds from the next bed became even clearer, often igniting our lust. On two occasions, we could
n't resist and made love in bed as well.
Three couples simultaneously engaging in sexual activity in the small dormitory was quite a spectacle.
The wife couldn't bear it; she felt the tiny dormitory had become a brothel, turning everyone
into animals.
Moreover, during her orgasms, she always couldn't suppress a soft scream.
I suspected she had already become the object of the other two men's eavesdropping and sexual fantasies.
Of the three women, she was the most beautiful, had the best figure, and was a legitimate university undergraduate. The two
husbands, when chatting, always liked to stare at her pretty face, breasts, and buttocks.
Because the wife was particularly sensitive to heat, she preferred to wear very thin skirts in the summer. Usually careful,
when she bent over to cook or chat with others, she would often inadvertently reveal a deep cleavage and the curves of her buttocks
, much to the delight of the two men in the dormitory.
When they made love with their wives at night, they deliberately made a lot of noise, seemingly intentionally letting my wife hear
, to demonstrate their masculine prowess and strength.
One time, my wife couldn't help but whisper to me, "Honey, I think other men last longer in bed than you
!"
Because my foreskin is a bit long, my glans is particularly sensitive, and it can't withstand the stimulation of my wife's delicate vagina. Often
, I'd only be inside for a few minutes, less than five minutes, before I was finished.
Usually, we'd be working on them from behind, and by the time we were done, they were still going strong
.
In terms of endurance, I was definitely inferior to those two men.
Besides, I suspected they had already discovered my wife's secret of giving me oral sex.
They often complimented my wife's mouth with malicious intent, and they liked to buy bananas, peel them, and give
them to her. They said my wife looked cute, elegant, and pleasing to the eye when she ate bananas.
At first, my wife was quite pleased, thinking they were genuinely praising her. Later, after I pointed it out, she realized
what men meant when they said a woman ate a banana.
From then on, her face would turn red whenever she saw a banana, and she dared not
bite into a banana in front of many people.
To better enjoy sex with my wife, I went to great lengths.
After some research, I discovered that the gym upstairs in our dormitory was a good place.
There were two ping-pong tables there, and the three of us couples and the single guys often went up to play.
At night, when no one was there, the door was never closed.
At night, when the two couples in my dorm started making love, we would quietly sneak upstairs.
I would have my wife lift her skirt, lie on her back on the ping-pong table, spread her legs, and reveal her alluring vulva…
Although I dared not turn on the light and couldn't see her narrow opening clearly, I could still accurately locate her private parts. Sometimes
, when I thrust haphazardly, my wife would personally guide my penis, leading me into her sacred paradise.
I could finally hold my wife's plump, white buttocks and make love to my heart's content, and my wife could let out soft
moans…
Afterwards, my meticulous wife would always use her skirt to wipe away the residue left on the ping-pong table.
Occasionally, my wife and I would play the "69" position on the ping-pong table, where she would suck my penis with her delicate mouth
while I sucked her thin labia into my mouth and inserted my tongue into her vagina...
In the end, I sucked a mouthful of her vaginal fluid, and she was covered in it too. Once,
while my wife was giving me oral sex, I mischievously tried to insert a clean ping-pong ball into her vagina.
But her vagina was too small; after a lot of effort, I could only manage to squeeze in half of the ball.
I tried to push it in harder, but my wife got impatient, spat out my penis, and said, "If you keep messing around, I won't let
you suck it anymore."
I said aggrievedly, "A ping-pong ball is just like a man's glans. I just wanted to see if a bigger glans
would make you enjoy it more."
"I don't want any big glans, I just want you!" My wife said, playfully kissing my glans
, then suddenly pressed herself against me, quickly twisting her plump, white buttocks...
We both reached an unprecedented orgasm at the same time.
The next day, when we came in to play ping-pong with a large group of men again, my wife and I exchanged knowing
smiles.
No man would have expected the intimate moments that happened on that ping-pong table that night, and no one would have thought that
the ball they were hitting had once touched my wife's vagina, perhaps even with a little bit of my wife's vaginal fluid on it
...
But the men still liked playing ping-pong with my wife, and even watching her play was a pleasure.
While playing, her high, firm breasts swayed back and forth, her round, pert buttocks twisted and turned, and she
kept making soft moans, which was truly captivating...
(IV)
The ping-pong table in the gym became my wife's and my playground for romance.
Unexpectedly, things still took an unexpected turn.
One time, my wife was recognized as an advanced worker at her workplace and received a bonus. That night, we
celebrated by making love on the ping-pong table.
Halfway through, I wanted to try something different, so I pulled my already wet penis out of my wife's vagina and brought it to her
mouth.
My wife understood and opened her alluring red lips, rubbing my penis back and forth between her lips, while her tongue licked my
glans back and forth.
Finally, she took my swollen glans into her mouth and sucked on it with a "smack smack" sound, like a greedy
little girl munching on an ice pop.
I used both hands to pry open her thin labia, licking her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, gently
teasing her vulva with pleasure.
My wife curled up, itchy all over, sucking even more eagerly.
My lower body was painfully throbbing, and under the attack of her little mouth, it immediately became thick and hard.
To insert my tongue deeper into my wife's vagina, I threw her floral panties hanging on one leg
to the ground, and then lifted her legs onto my shoulders.
In this way, my wife's vagina was close to my mouth, and her narrow vulva was stretched wide open.
"Hehe, no one would have thought that my dignified and lovely wife, the advanced female worker in her unit, would..."
"Lie on the ping-pong table like this and let me play with you?" My tongue slipped inside,
moving like a little snake within my wife's jade cave.
"It's all your fault. If people find out, I'll be too ashamed to face anyone," my wife said coquettishly, exhausted.
The tingling sensation from her vagina made her feel like she was on fire. Her right hand involuntarily lifted her short skirt, reaching out to caress
her vagina, inserting two fingers inside and stirring them incessantly.
"You not only have to be an advanced worker, but you also have to be second to none in lovemaking. That's what you call all-round development
!" "I joked with her.
After a while, a little bit of fluid seeped from my urethra. My wife, as if she had found a treasure, sucked even more vigorously,
her mouth wide open, beads of sweat sliding down her flushed face, while her left hand moved incessantly inside her own vagina
, her fingers covered in her own juices.
The intense stimulation made me groan involuntarily, pleasure coursing through my entire body, her pubic hair moving wildly on her face
, making her feel waves of tingling and itching.
My wife's sucking became even more intense, a little fluid dripping from the corner of her mouth, adding to the feeling of spring's exhilaration against her beautiful face
.
The tightness of her little mouth also made me want to ejaculate.
"Honey, you have to hold on." "My wife reluctantly spat out my penis, the saliva on her tongue
mixing with the saliva on my penis, forming a long, sticky line.
My penis swelled even more, the veins on the glans bulging. A tingling, numb sensation spread through every cell
, my bones ached, and I relentlessly thrust deep into her throat.
My wife's eyes rolled back, unable to breathe. I stroked her sweet face and thrust forty
or fifty times in one go.
My wife seemed to be suffocating, moaning, her pink cheeks flushed red.
I hurriedly pulled out of her mouth.
My wife gasped for breath, coughing incessantly.
I then had her hold onto the ping-pong table, her round buttocks raised high.
I guided my thick penis with my hands, aiming it at her already slightly open vagina and thrusting in.
My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, making my thrusting slightly difficult, feeling as if my penis was
being sucked by her vagina.
'Tell me, female advanced worker, what does this position resemble?'" "I thrust in and out, letting the head of my penis scrape against my wife
's sensitive vaginal walls.
'Like a bitch,' my wife replied irritably, her cheeks flushed, panting heavily, and forcefully thrusting her snow-white
buttocks upwards.
Gradually, a soft 'plop' sound came from her lower body!" The sound of splashing water and the slapping of my body against her buttocks
.
I tried my best to insert my penis to the hilt, guiding her towards a carnal climax with me.
She tried to push me away, but she was too weak to even lift her hand, so she could only muster her strength and endure
it, the thick nectar deep within her flower gushing like a spring.
I don't know where the strength came from, but I kept thrusting and pumping, constantly feeling the
pleasure brought by the contractions of my wife's vaginal walls.
The vaginal fluid in my wife's peach blossom honey hole was almost dried up, and I forcefully shot my hot semen into her body
, all the way into her uterus.
One ejaculation after another, each time causing my wife's body to tremble violently.
"My dear female advanced worker, how does my reward tonight compare to the certificate and bonus your company boss gave you
?" I asked smugly.
"Pah, I can't be bothered with you." My wife spat at me, glanced at her small watch, and said hurriedly
, "It's almost midnight, let's go back to the dorm and rest. I played for more than half an hour today,
three times longer than usual. I can't sleep in and be late tomorrow morning, or the company will laugh at me, this model
worker."
"That's right." I quickly took her hand and went downstairs.
That night, we slept soundly, naked in each other's arms.
But when my wife woke up the next morning, she suddenly discovered something!
She was still dazed from my vigor last night, and in her haste, she came downstairs with me naked. Her
floral panties were still lying on the floor of the ping-pong table upstairs.
She hurriedly put on her clothes and rushed upstairs with me.
A few men who were doing their morning exercise were playing ping-pong. When they saw her, their crotches bulged, and they said with smirks,
"Good morning, want to play a few games?"
"No! No!" "She glanced nervously at the ground, and there it was, her floral panties were gone!
Good heavens! She was terrified, and I was at a loss too.
(5)
"Hey, are you guys going to play ball?" a few men asked loudly, one of them even tossing a racket to my
wife in a flattering manner.
They usually loved playing ball with my wife.
She was light and agile, and her ball skills were decent. But what was most attractive about her was her demeanor and posture when she played
.
My wife always liked to wear a sleeveless vest when she played, and if they were lucky, they
could take the opportunity to admire her breasts when she bent down to pick up the ball.
"No, you guys play, I don't want to play." My wife shook her head.
"If you're not going to play ball, then what are you doing here so early?" one of the men asked.
"Nothing... nothing, just came up to take a look." "I just finished eating, and I have nothing to do..." My wife blushed to her neck,
pretended to watch the game for a while, then turned and went downstairs.
Several men stared intently at her back, their game completely ruined.
"It's all your fault, you made me lose my underwear," she said to me aggrievedly at the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah, where could it be?" I asked suspiciously.
"Could those men playing pool have picked it up?" my wife asked worriedly.
"No way, I didn't see your underwear near them," I tried to reassure her.
"Why would the person who found it keep my underwear nearby..." my wife said anxiously, twisting the hem of her skirt.
"I'm so embarrassed now, my underwear was under the pool table, whoever found it will definitely guess what we were doing on the table
!"
"Don't worry, even if they found it, it's not a big deal, who would know it was your underwear!"
"You're not the only woman upstairs," I tried to reassure her.
"What do you know! Solid-color underwear is all the rage now. I'm the only woman upstairs wearing
floral underwear, and everyone else is doing it for you..." My wife felt even more aggrieved.
Indeed, I've always liked my wife wearing floral underwear. I've also noticed that when the women hang their laundry out to dry, only
my wife's underwear is floral.
"Don't worry, maybe the cleaning staff took it as trash..." I comforted my wife.
"I hope so!" My wife sighed helplessly, changed into her work clothes, and hurried off to work.
For several days, she seemed lost in thought, anxious and uneasy about her missing underwear. I tried to take her upstairs
to make love, but she refused.
Everything was calm; no one bothered her, no one joked about the underwear, and no
one threatened her.
My wife finally relaxed, believing that the underwear had indeed been picked up by someone unaware of the situation. Thank goodness,
she agreed to come upstairs with me again.
The moonlight was beautiful that night, and the small dormitory room was filled with restless activity. Because we both understood each other implicitly,
our actions became increasingly unrestrained. My wife and I felt the bed shaking and heard that familiar sound
.
We quietly got out of bed. "Going out so late?" The man on the other bed heard our movements and stopped
.
"Yes, yes, we're going outside for some fresh air and to admire the moon," my wife said, sticking out her tongue.
"You college students are so romantic!" "The man on the other bed also spoke in a muffled voice, a little
breathless, suggesting he was still inside his wife.
'We'll be out for a bit, you two continue,' I said half-jokingly, half-seriously, taking my wife's hand as
we left.
This time, however, my wife was thoughtful; before getting out of bed, she deliberately removed her bra and panties, wearing only a
dress. This way, she was completely naked underneath, and once upstairs, I could simply lift her skirt and
have sex with her to my heart's content. I couldn't help but admire her genius; my wife was quite gifted in lovemaking.
Upstairs, I eagerly pushed my wife down onto the ping-pong table and lifted her skirt. Moonlight
streamed in through the window like water, and I could clearly see my wife's beautiful body." My wife's thighs were snow-white and
long, and although her groin was dark, her pubic hair wasn't very thick, but rather sparse.
For a while, I longed for my wife to have a thick, bushy pubic hair, and I even researched a lot about
it. I heard that shaving a woman's pubic hair and then rubbing her genitals with ginger slices could promote pubic hair growth.
That noon, since no one was in the dormitory, I thought I'd try it. Unexpectedly, my wife strongly resisted my shaving her pubic hair
, saying that if people found out, she would be too ashamed to face anyone.
I said, "You're not going to publicly display your vulva, how will others know you've shaved your pubic hair?"
My wife said, "Men certainly won't notice, but what about women? I always shower in public bathhouses,
how can they not notice that I don't have any hair down there? What am I supposed to say if they ask?"
I said, "Why don't you choose a time when you don't know anyone to shower? If you happen to be face-to-face with someone, you can use
a towel to cover your genitals! Who would lift your towel to see your genitals?" "
After much coaxing and pleading, my wife finally agreed to shave. The process of shaving her pubic hair was incredibly exciting
. As the small scissors 'snip, snip, snip' as they trimmed her curly pubic hair, her shy expression was simply
adorable. Finally, I used the razor to shave her mons pubis three times, until her pubic area
was completely clean.
Looking at my wife's hairless vulva, so different from before, I suddenly felt a surge of lust. I pounced on her, kissing her vulva,
which resembled a baby's mouth, and inserting my tongue into her narrow vagina.
Because her vulva was hairless, it was especially easy for me to nibble on it, without the worry of getting her pubic hair
in my mouth as before. So, I would suck her soft labia into my mouth, gently chewing them, and then I
would dart my tongue deep into her vagina, 'scratching, scraping' as I sucked on her nectar. I even
snorted... I squeezed my penis between her smooth labia, teasing her small clitoris with a series of rhythmic thrusts.
She couldn't take it anymore; her hips writhed, her legs contracting and expanding repeatedly, clenching and unclenching
, moaning softly. Her tongue also actively opened its mouth to take my penis in, licking along the base of my erect shaft.
I felt my wife's mouth was even more pleasurable and stimulating than her vagina; I was almost at my climax. I rotated my penis, letting her
tender tongue swirl around the head of my penis.
My wife gazed at my penis, her beautiful eyelashes occasionally fluttering as she glanced at me,
moving her delicate tongue up and down my engorged glans, finally taking it into her mouth and swirling it around.
Because it was so stimulating, I only thrust about thirty times in her mouth before my body trembled, and streams of semen
shot into her throat like bullets. Before my wife could react, it was all down her throat. My semen was still
gushing out with a "plop plop plop" sound.
"Ugh, you're disgusting! You've got my mouth all sticky!" My wife, her mouth full of semen, pretended to vomit
.
I, sweating profusely, wore a blissful smile and said coquettishly, "Wife, swallow it.
People say a man's semen is a woman's best beautician! As long as a woman eats this regularly, she'll never
age."
My wife had no choice but to gulp down all the semen.
Afterwards, she glanced down at her slick, wet vulva
, which was a mess from my tongue, and said, "So embarrassing." She then instructed me, "Don't throw my pubic hair away carelessly. Wrap it in paper
and throw it in the trash can, otherwise someone might find it and make a fool of themselves." "
I agreed verbally, but I carefully wrapped her pubic hair in paper, not wanting to throw it away, and hid it in a small
suitcase under the bed.
The next day, my wife was a little uncomfortable at work. If someone glanced at her lower body, she would unconsciously clench
her legs, as if afraid they would discover her secret of having no pubic hair. Fortunately, everything was normal, and no one noticed that this
responsible and beautiful woman had had her pubic hair shaved off by her husband before coming to work."
After my wife's pubic hair had fully grown back, I shaved it all off again. This was repeated three to five times. Her pubic hair
was slightly thicker than before, but not much more, and certainly not lush.
One time, while she was showering, her female friend inadvertently noticed the lack of pubic hair. Curious, the friend
asked her what had happened.
She blushed deeply and said awkwardly, "I'm a little hot, so I shaved it off. It 's
like how women cut their hair short in the summer."
Her friend, unable to keep quiet, probably let slip her secret. From then on, every summer, her male colleagues
looked at her strangely, and some even joked, "Beautiful lady, summer's here, have you
cut your hair yet?"
Actually, during this time, my perspective changed. I found my wife's sparse pubic hair quite attractive and
stopped shaving it for her. But she continued to bear the reputation of being a "hairless beauty."
At this moment, the moonlight shone on my wife's alluring vulva, her lovely face and small mouth, and my lower body
became erect again. Facing her lying on the ping-pong table, which hole should I insert into first?
(To be continued)
(VI)
My wife lay on the ping-pong table, the moonlight pouring over her, making her appear dreamlike and beautiful.
I pounced on her, hugged her, one hand kneading her firm buttocks, the other hand already
climbing up her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between my fingers, and rubbing her breasts with my whole palm.
"Husband, don't do anything rash." My wife cried out coquettishly, trying to refuse.
"I'm going to do something rash, so what? Shout!" I hugged her tightly without hesitation.
Most men think that as long as they are considerate and obedient to women, they can win their hearts, but this may be
a very, very big mistake!
Many psychologists have analyzed that even the most normal woman has a psychological dependence on men. When dealing with
women, one should be proactive when necessary and firm when necessary.
I understood this principle, of course. Initially, I gently caressed my wife's breasts. When she showed
an expression of ecstasy and let out a sweet sigh, I used my fingertips to pull her breasts upwards, then gently
enveloped and kneaded them with my palms. Then, I squeezed out a deep cleavage from the edge of her breasts.
Every time we played ping-pong, this cleavage attracted the attention of countless men.
At this moment, the sensory nerve endings of her nipples, densely packed like a fishing net, received
the stimulation from my fingers, giving her an explosive pleasure.
She involuntarily hugged me tightly, her delicate tongue slipping between my lips,
swirling in my mouth, her small hands encircling my body, gripping my back tightly.
Images of my wife giving me oral sex flashed through my mind, along with men lecherously watching her
play ping-pong, kissing her passionately while fondling her breasts.
"Darling, your breasts look like two giant ping-pong balls," I said flatteringly.
"More like snowballs, where in the world are there ping-pong balls as big as me?" my wife couldn't help but utter a sweet
, coquettish voice, grabbing my penis through my pants. "When you get hard, it looks a bit like a racket in my hand
."
After a passionate kiss, my wife's tongue reluctantly left my mouth.
I stroked her soft vulva between her legs and asked, "Want to make love?"
"Yes, I want it so badly," my wife replied, pouting deliberately.
"Want to make love with me, or with those two virile guys in the dorm?" I asked teasingly.
My wife blushed again, and shyly replied, "Of course I want to be with you. I don't want someone else's big cock
."
Hearing the word "cock" from my innocent wife's mouth for the first time made my penis even harder. I never expected my usually
quiet wife to use such a vulgar word.
"Darling, are you serious?" I asked, my heart pounding.
"Of course!" My wife nestled against me coquettishly.
"But...have you seen their genitals? Otherwise, how would you know they have big cocks? And not small
or short cocks?" I suddenly caught her off guard.
My wife hesitated for a moment, then shyly lowered her head, tapping my forehead with her fingertip, and said, "Silly
boy, what are you thinking? They've lived under the same roof as us for so long, and they're always so
loud and long in bed. How could I not guess?"
My mind raced again; my wife's words were believable. However, the thought of my wife wildly speculating about the size of those two guys' cocks while they were having sex with their wives
made me a little jealous.
"Honestly, when they're having sex, don't you also wish you had a big thing inside you?"
My hand reached for my wife's vulva, probing inside her little hole.
"You know perfectly well, I won't answer you." My wife twisted her hips, turned around, but her little hand still gripped my
penis tightly.
Having such a charming yet gentle and lovely wife at home, I didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed
.
"Honey, don't you want me anymore?" My wife turned back, hooked her arms around my neck, and
said coquettishly.
"Yes...of course I want you. I want you...you're so beautiful, so charming, if I didn't want you, someone else
would have already snatched you away." I kissed her cheek again.
"Then hurry up." My wife urged nervously, "If we stay here too long, I'm afraid
something might happen."
As she spoke, she lifted her skirt, directly revealing her snow-white and upturned buttocks...
"You...you're really not wearing anything underneath?" I wanted to tease her.
My wife hesitated for a moment before saying shyly, "I lost my underwear last time, and
I don't want to make the same mistake again."
"Hmph, maybe you deliberately left your underwear behind last time..." I teased her intentionally.
"Are you crazy? I'm so worried about it. I'm afraid something bad might happen..." my wife
said anxiously.
"What could possibly happen with a little pair of underwear?" I asked dismissively.
"I can't say for sure, but a woman's intuition tells me my underwear didn't end up in the trash...
Who could have picked it up?" my wife whispered.
"I have a sixth sense too. I think it must have been a man. Maybe he's masturbating in front of your underwear right now
," I teased.
"Oh dear, that's quite possible. There are so many perverted men these days..." my wife's face paled instantly. "It
's so ugly! Maybe there are even a few of my pubic hairs stuck to it. If that guy had it,
wouldn't I be too ashamed to show my face to anyone?"
"Ashamed to show your face to anyone? Then you can show your face to anyone with your ass and vulva," I said with a laugh.
"Pah, I'm being serious with you," my wife said, her face flushing red.
“You really made a fool of yourself this time. Who knows, that guy might be fantasizing about holding you,
aiming at your pussy, and lovingly penetrating you.” I couldn’t help but feel a surge of jealousy as I said this. “And your
pubic hair, that’ll definitely give him a lot of stimulation too.”
“I face those men every day, yet I don’t know who has my underwear? And
what will that guy think of me with my pubic hair in his pocket? What outrageous things will he do?” My wife
twisted her waist anxiously, her small hands involuntarily covering her genitals, as if afraid some bad thing might take advantage of her vulnerability
.
“Yes, maybe he’ll call and make you go to a secluded place to get your underwear and pubic hair,
forcing you to have sex with him, to become his mistress, or even rape you, or even have a few friends gang rape you… If
you refuse to go to such a place, he’ll threaten to make your underwear and pubic hair public, even taking pictures and
circulating them online…”
“Oh my god, what should I do?” My wife nestled in my arms like a little bird, looking at me helplessly
, her eyes filled with sorrow and pity.
“What are you afraid of? This is just my guess, it’s not like anyone can actually do it to you. No one
has bothered you these past few days, which means that guy hasn’t thought of these ideas yet, or he’s just a coward. He should be satisfied with getting one pair of your
underwear. You are mine, only I can enjoy you, enjoy your body.”
I finished speaking, looking at my wife’s big, watery eyes and pretty mouth.
“If that’s really the case, that would be wonderful.” My wife smiled sweetly, feeling much more at ease.
Although she didn't have cherry-like lips, her thick lips were incredibly sexy. And these were lips that could sing
, lips that had tasted a man's... well, you know.
I couldn't help but lean closer to her face and say, "Your lips are especially beautiful tonight."
"Are you up to no good again?" My wife's eyebrows were like spring mountains, her nose like goose fat, her pretty face flushed,
and her beautiful little mouth slightly parted...
Having a wife who can taste a penis is truly different; it brings unexpected pleasure to sex and life
.
(To be continued)
(VII)
However, my wife didn't seem to have found the feeling yet.
My glans lingered near her mouth.
"Why don't you come in?" My wife wiggled her hips.
Her little buttocks were truly captivating, round and perky, attracting men's attention wherever she went.
Whenever she played ping-pong, many men would gather around, supposedly to watch the ball, but actually more to admire her
swaying breasts and hips.
She was initially a little embarrassed, but she got used to it and became natural, no longer bothered by the men's blatant admiring
gazes.
"Hehe! My dear wife, your teeth are so sharp, I wouldn't dare to misbehave without your permission." I
looked at my wife with innocent eyes, but moved my body forward slightly, my thick penis already pressed against her lips.
"Hehe, are you scared?" A faint, musky scent stimulated my wife, her eyes becoming even more hazy. Understandingly, she
held my penis and began to suck on it reverently.
Although there was a slight fishy smell, she still licked my testicles with her tender tongue, and finally boldly opened her cherry lips,
taking my glans into her mouth.
The moment my penis entered her beautiful mouth, my body trembled slightly, and I took a deep breath. My wife's
warm and small mouth sent a tingling sensation through my body.
I thrust my hips forward, my penis plunging straight into her mouth.
My long penis reached my wife's throat.
My wife's breathing began to become a little rough, and she murmured breathlessly, her alluring tongue appearing and
disappearing with each breath.
I hugged her again and asked, "How was the oral sex?"
"What do you mean, 'how was it'? You're having a good time, but my cheeks are sore and numb..." my wife scolded
me playfully. Her tender tongue, like a nimble snake, circled the fleshy groove of my glans, tapping, licking, kissing, and biting, until my
lower body felt like it was about to explode. I quickly took a deep breath to hold back my ejaculation.
"I'll make it up to you." Looking at her small mouth, filled to the brim with my penis, I felt a little guilty.
"How will you make it up to me?" my wife deliberately provoked me.
"Next time I'll lick your vulva too," I said ecstatically.
"Pah! Dream on!" Ya Hui twisted her slender waist coquettishly. "I want it now."
"But I've already cleansed my mouth today, I don't want to eat that rotten persimmon from your lower body." I noticed that my wife's lower body was already dripping wet
.
"I don't want to eat my rotten persimmon, and I don't want to eat your rotten banana!" my wife spat out my
glans in a huff.
The way my beautiful woman looked when she was angry was both pitiful and lovable.
"Honestly, darling, do you regret marrying me?" I patted her plump, round bottom,
gazing at her tenderly.
"If I'd known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have married you. You're penniless, powerless, and you bully people,
forcing filth into their mouths—you're awful. I was such a fool to marry you," my wife pouted,
her lips still smeared with my semen, and said coquettishly.
"Really?" I feigned dejection, lowering my head.
"Just kidding. Actually, from the moment I became your wife, I knew my happiness would only..."
"More and more." My wife kissed my forehead tenderly.
"For a penniless scholar like me to marry a wife like you is truly a blessing
. Your willingness to perform oral sex on me already makes me feel like an emperor. However, I will not mistreat you." " I
can't afford to buy you a house or a car, but I can give you a big, loving dick..."
I took a deep breath, had my wife support herself on the table with her hands, her upper body arched, her plump buttocks raised high
. I stood behind her, admiring her smooth, round buttocks.
From her buttocks, I could clearly see her slightly open vulva and tightly closed anus; her small
labia and pink chrysanthemum bud were so dazzling.
I could no longer resist this temptation, pressing my face tightly against her buttocks, sticking out my tongue to lick that
alluring vulva and labia, and of course, I wouldn't miss her little anus.
My wife had just taken a shower, and the scent of bath gel still lingered on her vulva and anus.
I spat a large mouthful of saliva onto my wife's already wet vulva and
slapped her plump right buttock hard, making my wife cry out, "Ah..."
"You little slut, I'll teach you to cry." "I deliberately rubbed my engorged penis lightly against my wife's labia and anus
, while simultaneously fondling her round, snow-white buttocks with both hands.
'Ah...husband, you...faster...' my wife lowered her eyes and pleaded softly. But her little buttocks
moved back to meet my thrusts.
'Can't take it? You little slut who needs to be fucked, you're not comfortable unless someone fucks you, are you?' I
said, inserting my dark red penis head into my wife's tight buttocks, directly into her wet vagina.
With the lubrication of the sweat in my wife's vagina, my penis went in all the way, the glans pressing hard against her
clitoris, making her legs go weak and she cried out, her breasts swaying back and forth.
As I thrust in and out, I reached under my wife's skirt to caress her small
breasts.
With each thrust, my wife's snow-white buttocks..." Her white buttocks wiggled.
Looking at her flushed cheeks, I couldn't resist another round of vigorous thrusting. My penis plunged all the way into her pink
little hole, occasionally grinding the head against her soft clitoris.
My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, accompanied by moans of "oh oh," as she shook her head forcefully.
I thrust my thick penis back and forth, letting the head scrape against the sensitive walls of my wife's vagina. At the same time, I suppressed
the urge to ejaculate, my hands occasionally caressing her round, plump buttocks. I reached out and grabbed her full breasts, using this to distract myself from
the intense pleasure emanating from my glans.
Her two white, plump buttocks were kneaded by my hands, her tender, pepper-like breasts flanking my
hands, the tingling sensation further fueling my arousal. I thrust my magnificent member forward,
charging relentlessly towards her secret garden.
We seemed to have forgotten the passage of time, completely oblivious to the time and place.
My wife was now drenched in sweat, moaning softly, "Ah... um..."
But I had no intention of showing her any tenderness. All I knew was that my wife was a woman, a
beautiful woman, a woman who could bring me pleasure.
So I continued thrusting and pumping, constantly feeling the pleasure from the contractions of her vaginal walls.
The vaginal fluids in my wife's sweet paradise were almost dried up. I shuddered a few times, then lay still on her back
. My hot semen shot forcefully into her body.
"Darling, making love with you is so wonderful... Marrying
a wife like you, who can use both her upper and lower orifices, I've truly lived a worthwhile life. I believe there aren't many husbands in the world as happy as me." After a
while, I finally pulled out my wet penis with a "plop" and slowly left her body.
A stream of milky white semen flowed from between my wife's slightly swollen labia.
Just as I lifted myself up, I saw what looked like a figure outside the window...
I wondered if I was seeing things...

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