My wedding night

My wife is petite, only 155 cm tall, but she has a well-proportioned figure, which I'm very proud of. Because of her petite stature, and being a perfectionist, she loves wearing shorts or skirts to show off her long legs and make her appear taller, so that others won't notice her height. As for her upper body, she likes to wear fitted or tight-fitting spaghetti strap tank tops to accentuate her ample bust.
A woman's love of beauty is even stronger during marriage and pregnancy. I still vividly remember our wedding day.
I'm a bit of a traditional man, and I'm not always comfortable with my girlfriend or wife dressing too provocatively. My wife studied in Europe and has a rather open-minded attitude, but she understands me well, so whenever we go on dates or go out, she always asks for my opinion or proactively wears trousers or a skirt with a jacket.
When we decided to get married, before choosing a wedding dress, she actually asked me to promise her one thing: "A wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime day, and I want to look beautiful and take pictures to commemorate this happy day, is that okay?"
Seeing her pitiful look, and knowing how well she understood me, I immediately agreed.
Our package included a white wedding dress and two evening gowns. She tried on many dresses, most of which were backless, off-the-shoulder, low-cut, or semi-transparent sexy styles, which I found very appealing. Finally, we decided on: an off-the-shoulder, low-cut, fitted short white wedding dress, the length of which perfectly revealed half of her thighs, showcasing her beautiful figure.
The first evening gown: a short-sleeved top and a short cheongsam. The cheongsam was mainly a piece of transparent white tulle, with a beautiful phoenix embroidered on the important part. The phoenix's head was on the left shoulder, and its body swept across her cleavage. The embroidery, with its right waist wrapped around the hips and then its phoenix tail circling the left leg back to the mysterious triangle area, subtly concealed the prominent breasts. Symmetrical clouds were embroidered on the hips, waist, and back. Overall, it was both sexy and elegant, leaving me speechless.
Upon closer inspection, I realized she was wearing a sexy pink thong, which explained the pale red strap hanging from her waist under the transparent cheongsam. She also wore a matching pink strapless demi-cup bra. However, it looked a bit odd with the cheongsam, so I asked my wife to take it off and see. Sure enough, without the bra, she looked much better and more pleasing to the eye. And no matter how I looked at it, I couldn't see any nipples, demonstrating the first-rate embroidery skills. I felt reassured letting her wear it.
The second evening gown: low V-neck + large... Backless. Although it was a pinkish-blue fitted long dress, her back was completely exposed, and because of my wife's petite frame, the backless design actually turned into an exposed buttocks. The dress had a clever design: double-sided stickers on both sides of the waist to prevent accidental exposure when bending over. The upper body was essentially two bras; a thin strap ran from the bottom of the bust, around the armpits, crossed at the back, passed over the shoulders, and then connected to the bras.
At this point, the thong on her buttocks suddenly seemed quite unsightly, so I coaxed and persuaded her to remove it as well. Seeing her again, she was practically wearing only an evening gown, completely naked underneath—incredibly alluring.
After leaving the bridal shop, we took my wife directly to a nearby shopping mall and bought her a white thong and a flesh-colored thong. To match that cheongsam. Of course, I also bought her a flesh-colored adhesive bra. That night, I couldn't resist the temptation from earlier in the day, and we both fell into a satisfied climax, sleeping naked in each other's arms.
A week before the wedding, I took the altered dress home to try it on again. My wife teasingly took off her outer clothes in front of me, then very alluringly removed her bra, revealing two lovely B-cup breasts with deep red nipples (my wife's areolas are very light, practically nonexistent). Then she put on the adhesive bra I bought that day, forcefully pressing those cute, protruding nipples into her white, slender breasts. This adhesive bra could actually lift and gather the breasts, it was amazing.
Then she turned her back to me, sticking out her small, round buttocks, slowly twisting her slender waist, and took off her teenage panties. Then she slowly put on her newly bought white thong, and even reached into her crotch to touch herself when she saw me. When she turned to face me, the contrast between her thick, dark pubic hair and the tiny white thong made me realize how small it really was.
When she put on her white wedding dress, she looked so beautiful! Beneath her fair, symmetrical shoulders were a pair of large breasts, and below her slender waist, two-thirds of her long, shapely legs were exposed. It turned out that the lady of the house had specifically instructed the tailor at the bridal shop to shorten the dress to show more of her legs and make her look taller. Overall, she had a very curvaceous figure, but her breasts looked strangely protruding.
It turned out that the white dress had padded her breasts, and with the support of the invisible bra, most of her breasts were squeezed outside the white dress, which detracted from the aesthetics. Even after removing the padding, it still looked rather odd . She even took off her bra! Ah, perfect!
Not wearing a bra is definitely the best feeling for me, but my wife was still worried and did a lot of risky, revealing moves. I was a little disappointed; her two beautiful breasts were obediently covered by the white veil, but two nipples protruded from her chest. The satin white veil draped over her little bottom vaguely revealed the thong underneath, which looked quite sexy, so I kept quiet. My wife decided not to wear a bra on the wedding day, but she had to wear nipple covers. I, of course, was secretly thrilled.
Then I changed into a sexy white cheongsam. A pair of wings tightly held her breasts, but the white shadow of her thong could still be seen between her waist and buttocks, so I changed into a flesh-colored thong, which disappeared like an invisible thong under the cheongsam. The phoenix tail at the crotch area vaguely revealed the dark shadow of pubic hair, anyway, my wife... I wanted to go to a beauty salon for a full-body hair removal and skin whitening treatment, so I suggested my wife shave her pubic hair all at once. She agreed.
She changed into a light blue evening gown, but because the flesh-colored pubic hair was still visible in her groin area, she felt self-conscious and even took off her underwear. The gown was made of silk, so it was very soft and form-fitting, showcasing her beautiful body.
After she tried it on, I couldn't resist anymore, so I used my hands and feet to strip her naked, rubbing her left breast, sucking her right nipple, spreading her legs with my right leg, and pressing my knee against her vulva, which was already soaking wet. Just as I was about to penetrate her, my phone rang—the factory was on fire. Reluctantly, I let go of her, got up, and dressed to leave. My wife dashed to the bathroom to shower.
Suddenly, I remembered the light blue dress she was wearing. She wore an evening gown, her breasts round and full, which had a supporting effect, but lacked definition, making her look less attractive. Then I looked at her chest area and realized she was wearing breast pads – no wonder there were no definition! I secretly removed the pads and went to the factory.
This busy period lasted a whole week, until the day before the wedding. During that entire week, my wife handled all the remaining wedding arrangements alone, leaving her quite thin.
The big day finally arrived. Upon arriving at my wife's house, she was immediately surrounded by a group of bridesmaids, and after some haggling, a deal was struck. My wife sat in a chair, wearing a white silk dress, her breasts slightly protruding – so beautiful, so alluring! As I led her from her room to the hall, I secretly glanced at her chest; her bra cups were noticeably looser due to her weight loss, and I could vaguely see some dark shadows. "No nipple covers?" "The lady smiled playfully, without answering, and my heart immediately fluttered with excitement. My gaze followed her pink, jade-like back to her little bottom. Was I seeing things? I couldn't even see Xiao Ding's panty line." "Xiao Ding isn't wearing anything either?" The lady just winked at me without answering, making me incredibly itchy.
Next came the tea ceremony. The lady also had an elderly mother-in-law, so we had to kneel to serve tea. When the lady offered tea to her mother-in-law, her body inevitably leaned forward, and I, the best man, and the relatives who were watching saw that the lady's breasts were off-the-cup, and both nipples were exposed. Next, we served tea to the parents, relatives, and other elders. Although we didn't have to kneel, we still had to bend over when serving tea. We served tea to thirteen elders in total, and the lady just let the male elders and the surrounding relatives see her to their heart's content. Everyone was having a great time. Suddenly, the wife seemed to realize she had accidentally exposed herself and quickly pulled her white veil up, revealing even more of her legs, which had already been partially exposed. As a result, when she bent down to serve tea, her upper thighs were exposed, and from a low angle, one could probably see her pubic area. Some of the younger guests brazenly took photos of the exposed areas with cameras or phones. I felt conflicted; I was excited that my wife had been exposed, but I also felt a little resentful that others had seen it all. Ultimately, however, I was overwhelmed by excitement and felt incredibly high.
It was a long and difficult journey to get home. Since I'm an orphan, only a group of friends and colleagues were already waiting for us. As soon as my wife got out of the car, her skirt rode up, revealing her underwear. It was the first time I'd ever seen her shaved vulva! A little boy from the orphanage opened the door; he was the closest and had the clearest view, his mouth agape, completely stunned. My wife noticed and quickly pulled down her skirt to cover herself. Luckily, he opened the car door, preventing her vulva from being exposed to all the guests. Once inside, it took a lot of effort—coaxing and cajoling—to get rid of the group of guests who were there to see her exposed. We lay exhausted on the bed, and my wife fell asleep soon after. I, of course, took the opportunity to lift her skirt and savor her smooth, hairless vulva. It felt wonderful, smooth and tender, very special. I couldn't help but caress it, and finally, of course, I couldn't resist kissing it. Perhaps due to exhaustion, he fell asleep while kissing, his head resting on his wife's thigh, his lips pressed against her labia.
Upon waking, it was time to prepare for the dinner party. I hurriedly woke her, we took a shower together, and rushed out with our dinner attire. The dinner party was held in the hotel's dining hall, and the hotel even provided us with a honeymoon suite for freshening up and changing. While my wife was having her makeup done in the room, I went to the dining hall to check on the final preparations before returning to the suite, satisfied. My wife was already made up and preparing to put on her transparent cheongsam.
When she took off her dress, wow! It turned out that she hadn't worn any underwear when she left for the hotel—how daring! This was the first time I'd ever seen her like this, but judging from her nonchalant attitude, her first time must have been during her studies abroad. After putting on the cheongsam, I adjusted her slightly full breasts in front of the mirror, making sure her protruding nipples remained obediently under her phoenix wings. Only then did she notice the slits on both sides of the skirt. The wife was pulling the slits down to cover her entire buttocks, squatting, jumping, sitting with her legs spread, bending over, and then lifting the front and back slits to make sure her private parts weren't visible from the front and her buttocks from the back. She smiled with satisfaction, "Does it look good? It won't show my nipples and private parts like this morning! So embarrassing..."
"So you knew all along? You did it on purpose to let people see?"
"Of course! Do you think your wife is oblivious? So many eyes, those lecherous stares, and a bunch of people standing behind me watching—I know it all." "
Then why were you pretending to be shy, adjusting your skirt... Ah! I'm so stupid, so this was your trick too, deliberately showing your private parts."
"Are you angry? But you seem conflicted, aren't you? You want me to show myself to others, but you're also a little unwilling to let others see your wife's body for free, right?"
"You really know me. But things are different now. I know your intentions, so I should repay you and let you show off to the guests. But I never imagined you had this kind of fetish... What's next?" "Next
? Just pretend nothing happened and let everyone be happy, okay?" "
That's settled then."
I picked up her other complete outfit and we went to the dining room together. As the host family, the newlyweds and our parents naturally stood at the door to welcome the guests. Regardless of age or gender, everyone's eyes were focused on the wife, hoping to see the three points under the transparent cheongsam. But everyone was going to be disappointed because the cheongsam was super form-fitting, and at most, they could only see the thighs that were almost completely exposed. That was my thought.
But not long after the banquet started, because some distant relatives couldn't make it to the morning tea ceremony, the hotel specially arranged two chairs to be placed on the stage for us to serve tea. The wife and her cheongsam were still well-behaved, only occasionally revealing more of her thighs when she bent over. Next, we distributed red envelopes to the younger generation. Of course, we were seated, and that's when we realized the guests' line of sight was level with our knees. If my wife had been a little more playful and spread her legs a bit, the guests would have had a real eye-opener.
Looking at my wife, she winked at me, then slowly sat down, her palms brushing against the back of her skirt as she moved, before placing her hands on her knees and sitting properly. Then, like Sharon Stone in "Basic Instinct," she slightly parted her thighs, then slowly crossed them. Good heavens, she looked so calm, smiling, as if nothing had happened, completely unaware of the wardrobe malfunction, still smiling at each of the younger generation who came up to collect their red envelopes.
Finally, after everyone had received theirs, the hotel arranged for a song request, so we went to a small room backstage for my wife to change into another evening gown.
"You're so bold! You dare to spread your legs and show your hairless little hole in front of your husband."
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy? Jealous? No way, I was peeking at you there, and it was so swollen, didn't you enjoy it?"
As she spoke, she took off her alluring cheongsam, standing naked in the room, and then removed the headdress that matched the cheongsam in front of the mirror.
"It's enjoyable, but aren't you afraid your parents will be unhappy?"
"Hey, this is our wedding, we're the main characters, no one will say anything bad about what we do!"
"That's true. So what's next? This one doesn't allow you to show anything, at most it'll just be a nipple showing, right?"
"Just those two points and a glimpse of my buttocks is enough. If everyone sees it all in one day, what's the fun left?"
After saying that, she slowly slipped into her pink and blue evening gown, adjusted her skirt, put on the matching headdress, and then left satisfied. Before leaving the room, she didn't forget to pinch her nipples to keep them "awake" and support the soft silk fabric of her dress.
The emcee, seeing us come back on stage, announced, "Welcome our newlyweds once again..." He suddenly stammered, his eyes fixed on the two beautiful nipples on the wife's chest. He swallowed hard before continuing, "Now, let's welcome both sets of parents to the stage..."He paused again, this time almost popping his eyes out, his gaze fixed on his wife's alluring buttocks, finally managing to finish his speech.
The guests below the stage, only seeing his wife's nipples, were already excited, frantically taking out their phones and cameras to snap photos. I couldn't resist reaching out to caress his wife's back, my fingers moving up and down along her buttocks, sometimes slipping under her skirt to pinch her pert buttocks, sometimes supporting her slender waist. Only then did I realize that the fabric at the buttocks area was elastic; pulling it down along the buttocks revealed her entire smooth, pert bottom. Since only the emcee was behind me, I decided to just leave her buttocks exposed. Because the skirt was pulled back and down further, her chest was pulled even tighter, and her nipples, of course, had no rest, remaining high and proud. Her chest was prominent.
After toasting the guests three times, there was the cake-cutting ceremony, followed by the champagne waterfall. Since everyone was facing the guests, the wife's back was exposed throughout the ceremony. It wasn't until everyone had to turn sideways to face each other for a toast that her back was revealed to the guests. The wife, still nonchalant, continued to show her back and buttocks as she drank the toast with me.
The emcee probably realized we were trying to entertain everyone, so he announced a slow dance, allowing us to stay on stage and let the guests admire the wife's flawless back in close-up. We, of course, fully cooperated, holding her hand and embracing her waist, slowly immersing ourselves in the romance as we danced, trying our best to keep her back to everyone so that everyone could appreciate and enjoy this special dinner.
"My butt is so cold, my nipples are sticking up so high, and you're rubbing them like that with your coat, it's so itchy and wet, it's running down my thighs to my heels." "
Damn! My wife has never said anything so explicit to me before. Look at her, her cheeks are all red, is she starting to get drunk?
"Do you want me to give it to you now?"
She smiled. "Let's do it again tonight."
Seeing her half-drunk and half-awake state, was she deliberately teasing me? Or was it just unintentional drunken talk? Well, I've already gone out, I've already shown myself, I've already been seen, so I might as well let everyone have a go and touch me!"
As the dance ended, thunderous applause erupted. After thanking everyone, I said, "Now, let's take a group photo. Who wants to?" Before I finished speaking, a large group of people rushed onto the stage, vying to take a photo with my wife. However, because I was on stage, they only dared to
put their arms around her waist at most. Seeing this, I immediately took out my phone, pretending to answer a call, and retreated backstage, temporarily disappearing, but still keeping my wife within my sight. Sure enough, as soon as I left, they boldly placed their hands on my wife's exposed buttocks, pinching and rubbing them, leaving several welts on her fair skin. Some stroked her back, and one even dared to run his middle finger down her buttocks, inserting it into her sensitive vagina. My wife cooperated by slightly opening her legs, allowing him to penetrate her already wet vagina. After a long while, he withdrew his wet, slightly dripping middle finger and reluctantly left the stage.
Seeing that the commotion had subsided, I returned to my wife's side and kissed her on the cheek. She looked at me and whispered, "You were so naughty just now, touching me right there, almost making me moan." Damn, she mistook some bastard for me; she must be really drunk!
The banquet ended smoothly at 11 PM. After the guests left, as we were settling the bill, I noticed a group of young waiters clearing the table, including the manager, all frequently turning back to look at my wife, who was still sitting there with her backside exposed. My wife was quite drunk and soon fell asleep. Just as we were about to help her back to her suite, while waiting for the elevator, a blond foreigner arrived. He glanced at my wife's bare back and buttocks, blinked, and
said, "What a beautiful butt, small but firm." He even pretended to wipe his drool, probably thinking my wife was a prostitute. I couldn't blame him, after all, there were still some claw marks on my wife's buttocks. Once inside the elevator, he stared directly at my wife's buttocks until we left.
Back in the room, I put her on the bed, then went to the bathroom to fill the tub with bubbles. After taking off all my clothes, I returned to her side. Seeing her lying lazily on the bed, gazing at me tenderly, I suppressed my desire all day and gently helped her remove her evening gown. Then I picked up her light, naked body and we took a bubble bath together. I had her lie on top of me with her back to me, and slowly massaged her neck, shoulders, and arms before moving around to massage her pectoral muscles. A woman's pectoral muscles, though not as strong as a man's, are responsible for supporting two soft, heavy breasts.
She hadn't worn a bra all day, so this massage couldn't be more perfect. Sure enough, my wife seemed to relax, letting out a soft "ah," and I began to knead her breasts, the full breasts held firmly in my hands, gently and firmly kneading them. The deep red nipples were slowly squeezed between his fingers, and before long, the wife began to moan.
"Husband, I married you today, and from now on I'm yours. I'll behave myself and be a good wife, and I won't be so bold as to wander around without underwear anymore. So..." "
So what?"
"I want to indulge in some wild fun tonight, is that alright?"
"How so?"
After saying that, the wife got up, picked up her bathrobe and put it on. "Let's go for a walk on the beach outside the hotel wearing these bathrobes."
The bathrobes in the honeymoon suite were thinner and lighter, and had beautiful patterns, unlike the plain white cotton bathrobes. So I put on my bathrobe too, but the wife laughed so hard she bent over. It turned out that my virile little brother was standing straight through the bathrobe, peeking out to see the world. I had to wrap another towel around it to cover its eyes. I picked up my newly bought camera and went out.
The wife was really brave; she really went out wearing the bathrobe without even tying it up. From the front, her entire cleavage, flat stomach, and neatly shaved crotch were on full display. Luckily, it was the early hours of the morning, and there was no one in the hallway. I quickly stepped past my wife, grabbed my camera, and started taking pictures. My wife cooperated by leaning against the wall, bending her left leg, and lifting her left robe to reveal her left breast, striking a seductive pose for me to photograph. When the elevator arrived and the doors opened, my wife walked to the door, spread her legs, and pretended to open the elevator door for me to photograph.
After taking two pictures, my wife quickly tied her bathrobe and went inside. I followed her in curiously, only to see my wife pointing to the CCTV overhead. Luckily, the camera had only captured her back, otherwise, the guards would have gotten a good shot. In the lobby, my wife handed the key to the counter, then turned around, her back to the staff, and moved her hands down to her crotch, suddenly lifting the bottom of her bathrobe to reveal her underwear. Luckily, I was prepared, or I would have missed my chance.
We then went to the large fish tank in the flat lobby. My wife gestured for me to go to the other side. As soon as I reached the other side, I saw her lift her bathrobe, revealing her
breasts pressed against the fish tank. Luckily, there weren't many people, allowing me to take my time taking pictures. In the lobby, there was a sofa where two men who looked Middle Eastern were watching TV. My wife went to sit down, and I sat opposite her with my camera. She quickly spread her legs, exposing herself for me to photograph. When the Middle Eastern men saw me taking pictures, they glanced at my wife.
My wife, quick-witted, immediately got up and moved towards me to avoid arousing their suspicion. Next, we went to the pool. Although it was closed, there were still many couples whispering sweet nothings. Not wanting to offend anyone with my flash, I went straight to the beach. The beach was quite dark, and there weren't many people. We walked along the beach to a wide stretch of sand. Seeing that no one was around, my wife, as if on cue, took off her bathrobe and struck various provocative poses, allowing me to take plenty of pictures. Then I took off my bathrobe too, and we took my wife's hand and ran into the sea.
The seawater was warm at night. We swam naked for a bit, and my wife clung to me like a koala, her soft breasts pressing against my chest with each wave, her slippery little hole sliding tightly against my penis as it moved up and down. Soon, she began to moan softly. My pent-up desire, suppressed all day, finally erupted. I hooked my arms around her knees, lifting her up, and took her full right breast into my mouth, sometimes teasing the clitoris with my tongue, sometimes gently biting it with my lips. In no time, her little hole was soaking wet. Without a word, I thrust my hips forward, holding her tightly as I penetrated her deeply. My wife let out a wanton moan, letting me hold her as I thrust in and out of the sea.
After about twenty thrusts, she gasped deeply, and my penis tightened rhythmically, gripping it tightly as she climaxed. Me? My penis was gripped so tightly during the thrusting, and of course, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen. Only after my wife had climaxed did I carry her ashore, and we lay together on the fine, white sand.
Although my lust had subsided, my desire remained, so my penis was still about 50% erect. My wife still greedily gripped my penis, slowly moving her lower body, resting on top of me. Such temptation quickly restored my erection, and my wife sensed it too. She bent her legs, half-squatting as if straddling me, and began rhythmically moving up and down, forward and backward, left and right, sometimes in circles, sometimes in figure eights, arousing us both again. I then lifted her upper body, licking her breasts, and my wife cooperated by tightly embracing my head and pressing it against her breasts, her lower body shaking even more vigorously.
Just then, two figures suddenly appeared, a knife pressed against her throat. My petite wife was suddenly picked up from behind by a slightly overweight man and thrown onto the nearby beach. Sitting on her back, he recklessly began to pull down his pants. Seeing that my wife was about to be raped, and noticing the skinny man holding a knife to my throat, who was also intently looking in my wife's direction, I seized the opportunity to use my long-unused Aikido. The skinny man was knocked unconscious without a sound. I pulled down his trousers to tie his limbs behind his back, then looked towards my wife. I saw the fat man had already pulled out his thick penis and was spreading my wife's legs, which she was trying to close. So I quietly walked behind the fat man, punched him unconscious, and then used his belt to tie his limbs behind his back. I helped my terrified wife up, hugged her tightly, and comforted her, "It's alright now."
I carried the skinny man to the fat man's side, relieved. They both woke up at the same time and lay on the beach. My wife, now recovered, angrily smacked the fat man's face. "You fat bastard! He carried me away and left me on the beach, letting the sand rub against my breasts! It hurts!" She grabbed her camera and snapped a few pictures of the fat man's naked lower body before returning to my side, satisfied. Only then did I realize that the fat man was the emcee of the banquet. He must have seen my wife being groped on stage and misunderstood her as someone who wanted things easily.
I held my naked wife and whispered, "I still want more, and I think you feel the same way. Why don't we just do it in front of them? They're tied up anyway, and they can't masturbate while watching. It's the cruelest punishment for a man."
My wife didn't say anything, but grabbed my penis and knelt before me, licking my hot shaft. I lay down on the beach, and my wife followed suit, raising her buttocks and exposing her wet labia, continuing to suckle me. Seeing the fat and thin men's eyes wide open, as if they wanted to devour my wife, I turned around and started playing 69 with her. My wife's vagina couldn't withstand the stimulation of my tongue and began to moan lewdly. So I got up, picked her up, and made her face the two men, then entered her from behind in a doggy style. My wife's breasts swayed back and forth as I thrust in; if the fat and thin men had joined in, they would have each been sucking on one of her full breasts.
My wife, aroused, arched her body, and I grabbed her breasts, making her sit like a lotus as I continued thrusting. Her breasts swayed up and down as she straightened up. Lost in the sea of desire, the fat and thin men hadn't noticed that they were kneeling. Seeing my wife still with her eyes closed, lost in desire, a wicked thought suddenly occurred to me. I picked her up, walked closer to them, and shoved her breasts into their mouths, letting them enjoy her lonely breasts. My wife, seemingly oblivious, continued to enjoy my thrusts. "Good husband, you're filling me up completely, and you're licking me so good I'm about to die!" she exclaimed. Only then did she open her eyes, realizing that her breasts had been licked by the invader. She panicked and tried to struggle, but I stopped her. With the three of us attacking her, she quickly surrendered, closing her eyes again to enjoy this absurd moment. It wasn't long before she climaxed, this time squeezing even tighter and with a more intense rhythm, as if trying to drain my semen. I couldn't help myself and thrust in a dozen more times before ejaculating too. But the two men, fat and thin, seemed unsatisfied, continuing to suckle at her nipples. This caused her to experience a series of orgasms, her grip on my waning penis tightening until it finally slipped out of her vagina.
Judging from his wife's expression, although she had reached her climax, she didn't seem quite satisfied. So he held her and noticed her body was hot. "Did you catch a cold?"
"No. But I feel itchy inside, like there's a heat pressing against my lower abdomen. It's so uncomfortable, so itchy..."
"Don't tell me you're about to have a super climax. Mine is already limp, I can't give it to you..." Just then, he suddenly noticed the skinny man's penis, already hard and sticking out of his underwear, revealing a slightly damp glans. Another wicked thought crossed his mind. Since he had already exposed his wife's beautiful body, he might as well harden his heart and push his wife towards the skinny man. "Look at the skinny man's, it's long enough to go into your lower abdomen and tickle your itchy spot."
"No! I don't even know if he's sick, unless..."
"No, he's healthy," the skinny man quickly replied.
"Are you lying? Nobody would believe you."
"Then, what if we have a condom?" he asked. His
wife hesitated and looked at him. "I have one, I have one, in my belt," the fat man also spoke up.
He searched his belt and sure enough, there was a box of unopened condoms. The wife snatched it away, saying, "You were so rough just now, I won't give it to you, I'm going to punish you."
She then opened a condom and slowly, while putting it on, teased the skinny man's glans. After putting it on, the wife looked at me, as if seeking my permission to satisfy her desires. Because the skinny man's limbs were tied behind his back, he could only kneel, so the wife accommodated him, kneeling down as well, raising her round buttocks, and slowly backing away like a puppy towards the skinny man's unusually long penis. The skinny man cooperated, slowly, inch by inch, entering the wife's narrow vagina. Finally, the six-inch-long penis disappeared into the wife's vagina, and the wife's face showed a joyful, lustful expression, as if the penis was teasing an itch, and she began to thrust. Soon, the wife's vagina became wet again, and the deep thrusts were accompanied by squelching sounds. At first, the wife was somewhat ashamed, licking my useless limp penis, but now she was intoxicated, greedily cooperating with the skinny man's thrusts, ah! A
soft moan escaped her lips; a groan, a soft moan...
It was unbearable to watch. My wife was enjoying being fucked by someone else right in front of me. So, with a heavy heart, I dragged the fat man over and made him lie under my wife's breasts, letting him join in raping my wanton new wife. I grabbed my camera and started snapping pictures, capturing my wife's wanton expressions, creating a photo album of her wedding night being fucked, including many close-ups: the fat man greedily sucking on her breasts, the skinny man's extra-long penis stuck in her vagina, slow shutter speeds capturing her swaying breasts, and the condom gradually slipping off as the skinny man's tight vagina gripped her. Eventually, the condom fell completely onto the beach, but I didn't care anymore, letting him continue to fuck my wife wildly.
Just as I was focused on taking pictures, my wife took a deep breath and began to moan lasciviously like a cat—her ultimate orgasm was coming! She was still leaking fluid, and I seized the opportunity to capture this rare moment. Her juices gushed out wildly from her vagina, soaking the fat man. Under the intense, tight grip of his wife's intense orgasm, the skinny man's expression became strange. Suddenly, he cried out, "I'm coming!" Oh no, he's about to ejaculate! I quickly stomped on his wife's still-erect buttocks. In a split second, just as his exceptionally long penis slipped out of her vagina, a thick stream of white semen shot onto her anus, preventing any bastard from being born. This sudden turn of events left the skinny man unsatisfied, cursing profanities as he ejaculated. My stomp caused his wife to fall onto the fat man, her still-gushing vagina landing right on his face. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the fat man, ignoring the fluids splattered on his face, greedily began to suckle at his wife's vagina.
After a long while, my wife finally rolled over, lying flat on her back. The fat man tried to wriggle and continue eating her honey pot, but I kicked him away. The skinny man had also finished and lay down weakly, still staring at my wife's vagina where he had just penetrated. I went over, picked up my wife, and took her to the sea to wash off the stains of her lewdness. After washing her, I helped her back to shore, put a bathrobe on her, and then chopped both of them on the back of the neck, knocking them unconscious. I untied them, and helped my weak wife slowly walk back to our suite.
The next day, I got up early and saw that my wife was still fast asleep, so I ordered breakfast for the guests. The doorbell rang. I took the money, opened the door, and told the waiter to bring breakfast to the coffee table by the bed. Suddenly, my wife rolled over, raising one leg, and her bathrobe slid down, revealing her vulva. The waiter stared, dumbfounded, standing there dumbfounded. Only after my repeated urging did he reluctantly put down the breakfast, leaving without taking the money.
Lying back in bed, looking at last night's photos, I naturally started masturbating. Just as I was about to climax, "Good morning, are you so itchy? You're playing by yourself without waking me?" I looked at my wife, her eyes still sleepy, but she rolled over and straddled me. "I had a very strange and tiring dream."
"What kind of dream made you so tired?"
"I dreamt that...""The wife hesitated, then said, 'I dreamt you were watching me being fucked until I was wet, and you were just taking pictures, not showing any chivalry or willingness to help me.'
'You're just being coy. You were sleeping so soundly, even smiling. If I went to help you, I'd be the one hurting you.'
The wife just smiled, but her lower body was already pressing against my swollen penis, slowly probing up and down.
'Tell me about your dream?'
'No way. First, I can't say it, it's too embarrassing to be bullied in front of you. Second, it's too absurd! How could I do such a thing in front of you? Besides, you wouldn't just let me be bullied without helping me, would you? It's better not to talk about this kind of dream.'
'But you just said, being fucked until you're wet, is that really that great? It seems you quite enjoy being fucked.'"
"Don't talk nonsense. Who knows what dirty diseases I might catch from being with a stranger? I'd die if I got AIDS!"
"Yes, yes, but what if we take proper precautions? Then we won't be afraid, right?" My
wife looked at me cleverly, "Unless you have that thought, and you're willing to let other men touch, rub, lick, penetrate, and ejaculate on me..."
"Oh, God, how could I bear to let my beautiful and intelligent wife be with someone else? Besides, even if I were willing, you wouldn't agree, right?" My
wife delicately took off her bathrobe, took my hands and pressed them to her breasts, which still bore the marks of the fat man's claws, "I don't want to. Being kissed, licked, sucked, and fucked by other men is so dirty! My husband is the cleanest and most suitable for me..."
Before she could finish speaking, her greedy little hole swallowed my entire penis in one gulp... Nine months later, my wife gave us a pair of lovely princesses.

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