My unusual behavior

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My wife and I have been together for over ten years, and our son is now in sixth grade.
I work for a state-owned enterprise, focusing on the development and research of modern communications and providing backend support for clients. I travel frequently, spending more than half the year traveling between major cities across China. My wife used to be a nurse at a hospital, working long hours and being very hardworking. I was very understanding and tried my best to help her with laundry, cooking, and childcare during my time off.
About two years ago, through business connections, I met a leader at the hospital and managed to get my wife transferred to the logistics department. This allowed her to become a 9-to-5 worker, earning more money and having a much easier time taking care of our son and our family.
My wife and I met through an introduction, and I believe our relationship is fairly solid. Although we have our share of disagreements and minor disagreements in our daily lives, overall, my wife loves me and our family, and we live a peaceful and harmonious life.
That's how people are. Once life settles down, and daily routines become monotonous and repetitive, they feel bored, weary, and listless. Although it may not show on the surface, a restless undercurrent slowly accumulates and surges within. This undercurrent is silently searching for the weakest point in our hearts. However, once unleashed, this undercurrent destroys your entire life like a raging flood, leaving you with endless regret.
With desire comes suffering, a torment akin to hell!
Some things in this world are like this: a chance event leads to an inevitable result.
I remember it was the spring before last. Spring came later than usual here, but the temperature rose quickly. Humans, after all, have animalistic instincts. This rapid rise in temperature caused physiological activity to revive after a winter of dormancy, and even I, with my low libido, began to feel a stirring of desire.
Recently, things have been tough, so the company gave us a vacation.
It was a Saturday morning. My wife and I took our child to his tutoring class first, and then, having nothing else to do, we strolled around and bought some snacks and necessities. When we got back, my wife complained of the heat and immediately rushed into the bathroom for a shower. Since it was just the two of us at home, she didn't seem to care after her shower. She was only wearing a cotton tube skirt that reached her knees, with nothing underneath, her long, dark hair casually piled on her head.
Sitting on the sofa, I saw my wife in this outfit and suddenly realized she possessed a unique charm characteristic of mature women. This beauty was different from the pure beauty of young women; it contained a captivating allure unique to mature women, making your heart flutter and stirring your inner desires.
Although my wife isn't considered a beauty, and her individual features aren't particularly striking, they still come together to be pleasing to the eye—a dignified and elegant face. Back then, I wasn't attracted to my wife because of her looks, but because of her dazzlingly white and smooth skin. However, with age, it has now become somewhat dull and yellowish.
My wife has a large frame, but she's not very tall, so she appears quite voluptuous. Her full breasts, which could be easily grasped, always stand proudly upright, showing no signs of sagging despite childbirth and breastfeeding. Her nipples are large, like dark purple grapes set in equally dark purple areolas. Her waist is slender, but her hips are exceptionally full, like two hemispheres supported by rounded, soft thighs. When she walks, they sway from side to side like willows in the wind, captivating all who see them.
I stepped forward, wrapped one arm around her from behind, and grasped her breast with the other, kneading it wantonly. My lips greedily kissed her smooth, white neck.
My wife giggled at my sudden intimacy, complaining of tickling as she tried to break free from my embrace. How could I let this easy prey slip through my fingers? I shoved my wife down onto the sofa, pressing my body firmly against hers. My lips met hers, and my other hand slipped inside her pantyless vulva. My fingers deftly parted her thick labia, my middle finger slowly probing and probing the tender flesh.
Only then did I realize she wasn't wearing any underwear, which explained my easy access.
"You rascal... what are you doing? What's wrong with you today? Are you crazy?!" My wife gasped, pushing against my shoulders.
"Nothing, it's just that you're dressed so sexily and without underwear. I want to fuck you, so what? Haven't fucked you in a while, and you won't let me?!" I said with a cheeky grin.
"You're crazy! You wouldn't do it when I told you to, but now you're all excited when I don't. Get up, our son'll be back soon, I need to cook dinner," my wife said, half-jokingly, half-complaining.
"Damn it, when have you ever let me fuck you willingly? Wanting to fuck you is like reporting to your boss at work, I have to give a report beforehand, it's so boring!" I said, but my fingers inside my wife's vagina weren't idle.
"Is this my fault? You can't even last a few strokes before you ejaculate, you're having fun while I'm just wasting time, what's the point... Ugh, take your hand out, hmph..." my wife protested, twisting her plump buttocks trying to get rid of my fingers inside her vagina.
"So what if I ejaculate quickly? It's because you're too tight inside, no man can handle that, hmph... Besides, I always do plenty of foreplay, and you still enjoy it." I stubbornly argued, feeling a little guilty inside.
Indeed, due to my physical condition, I have some inherent deficiencies in sex, and I do feel somewhat guilty towards my wife. But what's lost internally can be compensated for externally. Every time, I use my mouth and hands to do enough foreplay, waiting for my wife's vagina to become overflowing with lustful fluids before I insert my penis. Although, as the saying goes, "a wife beats the cook after a meal," I thought to myself.
"Alright, alright, you're so great! Get up, I'll go cook for our son first. I'm fine with you this afternoon, okay?" my wife pleaded.
That's the good thing about my wife; she's gentle and virtuous, and she always manages to give in and find a solution to the problem. Just then,
there was a knock on the door, and my wife and I jumped up from the sofa in a panic. We knew our son was back, and we couldn't continue our misbehavior.
"Go open the door! What are you standing there for! I'll teach you a lesson if you keep causing trouble..." My wife's face was flushed with excitement, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, and she glared at me fiercely.
My wife adores our son. Of course, most mothers in the world love their sons very much, but for my wife, it's almost spoiling him. In her eyes, our son's affairs are the most important thing. Even if the sky falls, she'll take care of things for him first. And our son can't suffer the slightest grievance. Sometimes when I scold our son, the two of them come at me together, leaving me looking disheveled. So, I've just let go of our son and let them do their thing. But sometimes I still feel a little annoyed.
"Honey, you have to keep your word, this afternoon..." I said to my wife with a mischievous smile, turning to open the door.
Seeing my shameless attitude, my wife smiled helplessly and shook her head, saying nothing, and swayed her ample hips as she went into the kitchen.
My son's classmate, He Liang, came in with him. This boy is my son's best friend; they're practically inseparable. They've been going to and from school together since they were little, doing homework and playing together. He treats our house like his own, never shying away from us, often eating with us and sometimes even staying overnight.
My wife and I aren't the type to fuss over trivial matters; we're quite easygoing. We also felt that only children are often lonely these days, and having a playmate would make our son feel less isolated. Besides, this boy isn't malicious; he's honest and kind-hearted, just like my son. So, my wife and I have accepted him since he was little, treating him like family. When he comes over, my wife always prepares extra food, and we give him a birthday present every year. He always celebrates his birthday at our house, and my wife organizes everything—she treats him like her own son.
"Hello, Uncle!" He Liang greeted me politely before heading into his son's room with him.
I mumbled a reply, watching the children's backs, my heart filled with mixed emotions. Firstly, I was struck by the fleeting nature of time; in the blink of an eye, the children had grown up, and we were almost halfway through our lives. Secondly, I was amazed at how well-nourished the children were these days. He Liang, only in sixth grade, was already about 1.65 meters tall, five or six centimeters taller than my son. His voice was also becoming increasingly soft and clear, as if he was starting puberty.
I remember when I was their age, I was less than 1.5 meters tall, a real bean sprout, so short and unattractive that it was hard to look at. My voice only started to deepen in my third year of junior high, but it seems it never fully changed; even now, my voice is still somewhat high-pitched. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but sigh.
In our family, I have to admit my wife's cooking is absolutely superb. Not only are the dishes beautifully presented, fragrant, and delicious, but she's also incredibly efficient. In no time, four dishes and a soup were laid out on the table, the aroma lingering in the room, making everyone's mouths water.
The two boys, upon smelling the food, pounced on the table like two hungry wolves, wolfing it down without a word. My wife and I shook our heads helplessly and exchanged a smile.
"Eat slowly, no one's going to take your food," my wife said with a smile.
"Auntie's cooking is so delicious, I can't wait any longer," He Liang said, his words muffled as he ate, stuffing his mouth full.
"You're so sweet-talking, eat slowly, don't choke," my wife said happily, pleased that someone was appreciating her cooking.
"Oh, right, Mom, we're going to the district's model airplane preliminary competition this afternoon. Could you give us some money so we can buy some snacks?"
Hearing that our sons were going out that afternoon, my wife and I exchanged a knowing glance, both feeling a sense of anticipation that we'd finally have some alone time. My wife's face flushed slightly.
"Okay, where are they? When will they be back?" my wife asked with concern.
"At the district education bureau. There are a lot of people competing today, probably around 4 pm," our son replied.
"Be careful of the cars on the road. Be safe when you're out, don't just focus on playing, okay?" I reminded him worriedly.
"Okay, Uncle, Xiaoyu and I will be careful, don't worry," He Liang assured us, as if afraid we wouldn't let them go.
After lunch, I lazily leaned back on the sofa, sipping tea. My son went back to his room to pack his things, while He Liang obediently helped my wife clear the table.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed He Liang staring greedily at my wife's chest as she bent over to clear the dishes. Because her skirt suit had a low neckline, essentially loungewear, her breasts were completely visible when she bent over. And since she wasn't wearing anything underneath, it was certain He Liang had a full view.
I was annoyed and wanted to stand up and stop him, but then I thought, it's not surprising. Boys in puberty are naturally attracted to any woman's body, especially my wife with her smooth skin, full hips, and mature, sexy figure. Besides, what if it frightens the child? The child only saw something he shouldn't have, he didn't do anything, and my wife bears half the responsibility. What could I say? Maybe she was the one seducing the child.
Thinking this, I decided to pretend nothing had happened and quietly watch TV, but inside, a turbulent feeling, mixed with a slight bitterness, was stirring within me, making me somewhat aroused.
At this moment, my wife straightened up, and He Liang, realizing his lapse in composure, quickly took the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen to cover it up.
Watching his retreating figure, a strange feeling began to creep into my heart, and my lower body suddenly became erect. I suddenly realized that I was incredibly aroused after my wife's body had been spied on by another man; it was unbelievable, something I had never experienced before.
I wondered to myself, what's wrong with me? Do I have a cuckold fetish like some websites claim? The thought startled me; how could that be? I always thought cuckold fetishes were just something poor writers fabricated to grab attention, or an excuse men made to save face when they couldn't keep their women.
My mind raced, a jumbled mess of thoughts, but my lower body remained erect, like I'd taken Viagra.
"What are you thinking about? Are you spacing out?" My wife nudged me.
"Oh...nothing, just watching TV." I snapped out of my daze, trying to cover it up.
"The kids left, and you didn't even acknowledge them when they greeted you. What are you doing?" my wife complained.
"I want to fuck you, honey!" I blurted out unconsciously, startling myself as I said it.
"You're so annoying! How did you become so lewd?! You old lecher!" My wife's face flushed red as she scolded me coquettishly, turning and going into the bedroom.

I saw her go into the bedroom and knew what she meant. So, I quickly followed her, pounced on her on the bed, and we began to make love passionately.
I kissed my wife almost frantically, and she seemed quite interested, gently taking off our clothes. When I bent down and greedily took my wife's large, purple nipple into my mouth, she let out a long, excited "oh," which sounded so beautiful and melodious to me, lingering in my ears.
Like a dog, I licked every inch of my wife's fair, smooth skin, down her breasts, then across her slightly protruding belly, before finally settling my tongue on her clitoris, which was about the size of a mung bean. I then vigorously rubbed her sensitive clitoris with my rough tongue, occasionally licking the flesh around her vulva, which was covered by her thick, purplish-black labia.
Soon, I felt streams of fluid seeping from her vagina. Perhaps it was because my wife was reaching her prime, but the lubrication came quickly, soon covering her entire crotch.
I greedily licked and sucked, swallowing her fluids with relish, like a child eating candy. My wife, in turn, excitedly raised her plump buttocks as high as possible, offering them to my mouth, letting out ecstatic moans.
Just as my wife and I were making love, our passion reaching its peak, I glanced up at the dressing table beside our bed. In the mirror, I saw a hairy head appear in the doorway, a pair of eyes blazing with youthful lust, watching us intently as we engaged in sexual activity.
I was about to get up to investigate when the same arousal I felt on the sofa surged back up, and my not-so-thick penis seemed to swell even more. This feeling was irresistible, stimulating my sexual nerves.
Why not take advantage of this feeling and see what was going on inside me? It's just a kid peeping, so let him watch. We haven't lost anything. Let my wife and I become his sex education teachers! I thought maliciously, a wicked smile creeping onto my face.
So, like a beast in heat, I recklessly thrust my rock-hard penis into my wife's vagina, which was overflowing with white, lustful fluid, and began to pump back and forth forcefully.
Strangely enough, I usually can't last more than a few minutes when I'm inside my wife's vagina. The best I've ever done is ejaculate in about two minutes—you could say it's an instant ejaculation. But this time, it was like I was a different person. I didn't feel like I was going to ejaculate, and my penis didn't go limp; it was still so hard, like a powerful piston thrusting in and out of my wife's overflowing vagina.
"Ah...oh, husband, what's wrong with you today...you're so amazing..." my wife asked, her eyes glazed over with desire.
"Honey, I need to tell you something," I whispered in my wife's ear, stopping my thrusting but not pulling out of her vagina, enjoying the slippery, tight feeling of her flesh enveloping my penis.
"Tell me, you seem like a completely different person," my wife said, her legs wrapped around my buttocks, clinging to me tightly, still immersed in the vortex of pleasure.
So, I told her about He Liang peeking at her breasts after lunch. After I finished speaking, I noticed my wife's face turned even redder, her breathing became rapid, and the tender flesh inside her vagina suddenly contracted a few times. I felt something warm and wet on my glans, which sent a shiver down my spine. As I felt
these changes in my wife's body, I suddenly seemed to understand something—even the most conservative woman likes to show off her body, and as long as a man is there to appreciate it, they will present their best selves.
"Honey, did you orgasm?" I asked after a pause.
"Ugh, I don't know, I just feel like I've never felt so good before, oh..." my wife said, her eyes filled with seductive breaths.
"Hehe, is someone peeping at you that's making you so aroused?"
"No, it's just that you were amazing today..." my wife retorted, women always keep their thoughts deeply hidden, making it impossible for you to detect.
"You won't admit it, huh? I'll tell you something else. Your body won't lie to you. If you're not aroused after hearing this, then I'm wrong, okay?" I whispered in her ear.
"What kind of bad idea are you going to come up with now?" my wife asked, puzzled.
"Honey, don't move after you hear this, promise me and I'll tell you."
"Okay, you rascal, hurry up and tell me what it is?" my wife said, a little impatiently and coquettishly.
"He Liang is watching us at the door!" After saying that, I subconsciously hugged my wife tightly, afraid that she might do something rash.
Actually, all my worries were unnecessary. After I finished speaking, my wife's entire body went limp. Her arms, which had been holding me, loosened, and she slid weakly onto the bed, as if her bones had been pulled out of her body. Her head was pressed firmly against the bed, her chin arched back, and her throat bobbed up and down, making gurgling sounds. Her vagina contracted even more, squeezing my penis tightly and rhythmically moving back and forth.
These intense physical reactions from my wife left me bewildered. A huge wave of pleasure surged through my brain, and my penis, unable to hold on any longer, shuddered and ejaculated deep into my wife's vagina.
When I came to my senses, I saw my wife still in the same position, her almond-shaped eyes slightly open, her teeth clenched, her face and skin flushed a deeper red, as pink and plump as a baby's. In all our years of marriage, this was the first time I had ever seen my wife like this in bed. Even when we were young and impetuous, making love almost every day, she had never acted like this before. It was truly astonishing.
To be honest, my wife's reaction really startled me. I quickly and gently slapped her face a few times and pinched her philtrum. She slowly recovered and weakly mouthed, "Is it true?" I nodded and winked towards the door.
My wife wearily raised her head slightly, looked at the doorway, and then collapsed onto the bed like a deflated balloon, covering her face with her hands and remaining silent but still motionless.
I figured she must have seen He Liang peeking from the doorway. Our bed and the door were perpendicular, and we were right next to the bed in the missionary position. The doorway was about two meters behind and to my side, so my wife could easily see it just by looking up. He Liang, hiding by the door, must have seen everything clearly—our genitals, the rest of her body. "
You little rascal, since you've seen it, I'll let you see as much as you want," I thought wickedly.
I pulled my now limp penis out of my wife's vagina, spread her legs as wide as possible to fully expose her genitals, and then deliberately turned to the side so as not to block He Liang's view, allowing him a clearer view. I then parted her thick labia; having just experienced an orgasm, her vaginal opening wasn't fully closed, and a strand of my semen clung to the bright red flesh, a truly lewd sight. Surprisingly, my
wife didn't object. She remained limp on the bed, covering her face, letting me do as I pleased, and even subtly trying to spread her legs wider. She thought I hadn't noticed, but I saw it clearly. I knew my wife had truly let go, no longer holding back. That's just my wife's personality; once she sets her mind on something, she'll do it. Even if she encounters great resistance, she'll find a way to accomplish it. Moreover, she's a rather intelligent woman; intelligent women usually have strong comprehension skills, knowing what they need most, how to achieve it, and how to obtain it.
I heard the faint sound of the door closing.
That kid must have run away with his pants down, his penis must be so swollen and uncomfortable, haha… Thinking of He Liang's embarrassing state, I couldn't help but chuckle mischievously.
When I looked back, my wife had already fallen asleep. No wonder, this was the most intense we'd ever had since we started having sex, and it was also a huge psychological shock for her. It was the first time a man had seen her private parts, and in such a lewd way. For any woman, this would be a complete upheaval of her moral compass. To slowly process these sudden changes, I had to
look at my wife's voluptuous body, which was gradually losing its flush, and think about how she hadn't resisted at all when I had manipulated her. It seemed she enjoyed having her private parts seen by a man, and even considered it a kind of stimulation, a kind of enjoyment. This was completely different from her usual conservative behavior.
From my wife's behavior, I felt that she had a lewd seed in her heart, a lewd gene in her bones. Perhaps every woman has this seed and gene in her body, but it just hasn't encountered the right soil, water, and environment to sprout and grow.
Thinking about this, I felt a little uneasy and worried. What if my wife really opened up about sex? Would our lives change? I didn't know if we could accept such a change, and I didn't know if something unexpected would happen in the future. I was lost in confusion about the future and fell asleep next to my wife.

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