My wife won't let me pee

Ignoring the car's crooked parking spot, he grabbed his purse, jumped out, slammed the door shut, a vibrant red rose between his teeth, and hurriedly ran to the underground garage elevator. He locked the car with the remote, glancing back at the adjacent parking space—a red Polo resting quietly there. "Please, little miss, don't let this happen!" he

thought. The elevator indicator showed the unfortunate elevator was still on the 4th floor, and upwards. He frantically pressed the elevator buttons, but the damned red arrow stubbornly pointed upwards, flashing until it stopped at the 5th floor. Clutching the beautiful rose, he gritted his teeth, his fists nearly crushing the stem.

The red arrow hesitated, then stubbornly flashed again to the 8th floor… "I @＃@￥％￥……％＆amp;￥…" He quickly ran to the stairwell, thankfully the stairs faithfully fulfilled their mission, taking him back to his home on the 6th floor.

Although he usually couldn't even be bothered to ask his subordinates to bring back a pack of cigarettes from across the street, at this moment he was like a fully wound-up clock, clutching his briefcase in one hand and gripping the stair railing with the other

, pounding up the stairs two steps at a time. A rose was stuffed in his mouth, the thornless stem bearing faint teeth marks from the gentle rubbing of his teeth. Thankfully, his shoes fit. By the fourth floor, he was panting like a hungry dog, forced to slow down, taking one step at a time, steady but anxious, the petals he was biting flicking across his face, tickling him.

He hadn't climbed stairs this hard since graduating from university, and his slightly overweight belly added to the pressure—not just the pressure of falling. There was also an unspeakable ailment tormenting him even more.

Reaching the front door, I rushed over in one breath, bent over, clutching my purse, one hand supporting myself against the wall, a rose between my teeth, panting like a dog, ignoring the sweat dripping onto my glasses, and pounded on the security door with my purse-clad hand—bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. "

Open the door! Open the door! Is he not home? Or is he at his best friend's house, or is he cooking and didn't hear me? Or is he on the toilet with his phone...? I should have given him the Wi-Fi... Keys! Keys!"

I frantically rummaged through my purse, documents, a roll of brand-new replacement ties, a USB drive, oranges my wife had shoved into it this morning... a jumble of odds and ends relentlessly tangling around my fingers.

Digging and digging, I found a hard little thing hanging on my pinky finger. Pulling it out, I found a cute plastic doll keychain with a funny face on one end, the house key attached to the other.

Like grasping at a straw, the key, even the most desperately needed key, couldn't completely alleviate his pain.

Just as he took out the correct key and was about to insert it into the lock, the sound of slippers clicking, click—the door opened, whizzing past his nose.

"Don't touch my rose!" With that thought, he dodged past the security door, a gust of wind carrying an indescribable fragrance from inside.

Inside, a beautiful, delicate face, like a rose held in her mouth, smiled at him.

"My dear, you're back?"

He had barely stepped inside when a large hug ensued, his petite and adorable wife clinging to him. Her small, cherry-like lips kissed his cheek, her breath sweet as orchids. With a quick sip of her pink lips, the rose in his mouth was placed in hers.

"Oh dear, baby, get down quickly, the door isn't closed yet."

He flung the little bird down, slammed the door shut, and hurriedly turned around, kneeling down with a thud. He grabbed her slender legs, pleading impatiently, "Baby, please! Give it to me quickly, I can't hold back anymore!"

His voice trembled. The owner of those delicate legs was currently burying her small, adorable nose in the rosebud in her hand, inhaling deeply, then raising her chin in blissful ecstasy, a playful smile playing on her lips. The delicate fragrance was intoxicating.

"What beautiful flowers! Thank you, my dear!" Her petite body leaned down and kissed his cheek. Her loose violet blouse couldn't conceal her graceful figure, and her sweet voice was enough to make any lecherous man tremble at her feet.

And the "my dear" kneeling at her feet was indeed trembling!

"Please, my darling! My little darling, please hurry, I really can't hold back anymore!" His eyes were full of pleading as he looked up at the beauty before him.

She felt the pressure from her kneeling husband on her thighs, and looking at his handsome face, she saw that his once resolute gaze was now completely consumed by pain and humiliation. She knew that it was almost time, and her goal had been achieved.

"How many hours have you been holding it in?" "Nine hours! My dear wife, I know I was wrong, please..."

"You really know you were wrong?" "I really know I was wrong! It's all my fault for being so selfish, so foolish for not considering your feelings! I've completely understood your embarrassment that day! Baby, I beg you to forgive this big idiot!"

The sincerity and remorse expressed in his eyes struck her hard, touching her heart, just like that day years ago, when he, simple and kind, knelt before her, holding a ring and a delicate rose in his hand... "Sigh, who told you, my wife, to be so compassionate, to not bear to let your dear husband... Fine, take it! But you promise you'll never do that again!"

"Never! Otherwise, I'll die like this today! Hurry! My dear wife, where are you?"

As he said this, he stood up, taking off his suit and tie, his shoes long gone, the most urgent thing now was to undo that damned belt...

"Hehe, look how impatient you are... Well, my dear wife, I'll be merciful and tell you, it's hidden on my person, if you can... Oh dear, what are you doing? Be gentle... I hate you, you bad guy, you're hurting me..."

At this moment, the man at his feet had already erupted, grabbing his petite and adorable wife and pressing her down on the sofa, beginning to grope her body, shamelessly fondling her alluring figure.

"You rascal, you've torn the straps!"

The husband, now driven by lust, had already torn open his wife's violet top, revealing a pair of lovely, white breasts. The wife giggled, symbolically resisting, "Hehe, you rascal, it's not here!"

"Then where did you put it?" Hearing this, the husband stopped fiddling with the adorable breasts, but still couldn't help but chuckle and kiss them.

"Hehehe, silly, guess again, no...hehe...ahahaha..."

This time, the husband messed up her hair, finding nothing. He looked at her ears, then reached for her armpits, making his wife...

"Still nothing! Where is it?! Ah, I know!" The husband's large hand suddenly attacked under his wife's skirt, directly attacking his wife's paradise.

"Ah! No! I hate you! Hehehe, you big pervert, don't touch there! Oh, hehe, stop! It hurts!"

The husband accidentally tugged at her pubic hair, and in pain, she instinctively pulled her leg back, her knee hitting her husband's chin, but it didn't cause any harm to the strong husband.

"Ah! I'm sorry, darling! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine! I don't hurt, I don't hurt, my good wife, where is it? It must be in there!" Saying this, he reached out to forcibly pull down his wife's underwear.

"Okay, okay, I surrender! It's not there, I'll show you if you don't believe me!" With that, the wife took off her skirt and panties, revealing her alluring private parts, her pink and shy lips already engorged with blood.

"Feel it if you don't believe me!"

The husband, no longer able to appreciate his wife's beautiful private parts, hastily parted her lips and inserted his long middle and index fingers into her deep, moist opening, moving them left and right, leaving no corner untouched, until his wife's cheeks flushed red, and she moaned and gasped repeatedly.

"Nothing!" He withdrew his fingers in disappointment, bringing out a few glistening drops, while his wife's area was already overflowing with moisture.

"Then it must be in the back!" The husband's eyes lit up, and he was about to spread his wife's snowy buttocks.

"Go to hell! How can you put that sharp metal thing in your ass! Hehe, okay, I won't torture you anymore, look, it's here!"

After saying that, she raised her right foot, and the shiny thing was between her long, rounded toes!

"Oh my god! My good wife! Give it to me!"

he pleaded, and then tried to grab her small foot and snatch the thing from between her toes. With a soft pat, his wife gently tapped his head with her delicate hand. "Forgot what you did?"

"Oh, right!" the husband replied, suddenly realizing. He knelt down again, lifting his wife's long, slender feet. Her pink toes playfully twitched and teased him. He didn't bother to admire her beautiful feet; he used his tongue to separate her long toes, taking the toes and the small, exquisite brass key into his mouth before spitting them out and handing them to his lovely wife.

His wife straightened her clothes: "That's right! Good girl, you've learned your lesson?"

"I've learned it! My little darling, hurry up! I'm bursting!"

"Hehe, okay, take off your pants and show me your cock!"

He immediately complied, pulling down his pants to reveal his enormous penis, only to find it encased in a gleaming silver stainless steel chastity belt, securely locked with a sturdy little padlock.

"Honey, I'm so sorry to have you suffering! Get ready to free your penis!" With that, her slender fingers gently turned the key, unlocking the small lock. The male chastity belt was still in place. The man, as if his backside was on fire, rushed into the bathroom, pants still up.

"Wait, honey! I'll get some scissors and cut it off for you!" His wife grabbed a gleaming pair of scissors and chased after him into the bathroom.

Now, the husband stood in front of the toilet, holding the chastity belt in one hand and his penis in the other, constantly urging him to hurry up. He'd been holding it in all day, the feeling was excruciating, and he still couldn't urinate; he needed his wife's scissors to give him relief.

Seeing his flustered state, his wife smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents: "Are you still going to listen to me?"

"Yes! Yes! I'll definitely listen to my dear wife!"

"Hehe, that's more like it! Stand still, okay? I'm going to start cutting now. Hold your penis steady, or I might accidentally cut it off, hehe, and then you'll become a grandfather!"

With that, she made a single snip, and urine gushed out like a burst dam... Finally, he finished urinating, and after the flood, his legs felt weak.

"Come here, let me take care of it," his wife playfully grasped his penis and led him to the bedroom. She carefully pulled the catheter out of his urethra, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine.

"Honey, who taught you this?" "My best friend!"

She held up the catheter she'd pulled from his urethra, while he recalled what had happened before he left for work that morning: his wife had inserted a double-lumen catheter into his urethra, injected saline solution through the inlet, causing the balloon at the catheter tip to inflate and lock the catheter in place in his bladder.

Then, his skillful wife had tied the end of the catheter securely with thread, preventing any leakage. She then cut off the longer part, put on a chastity belt, and locked it.

He was to avoid drinking water all day, but being forced to urinate made him feel like a crab being boiled... Only when he got home, his wife would unlock the chastity belt and cut the catheter blocking his urinary passage... That clever little devil!

Thinking of this, he hugged the little rascal beside him and gently nibbled her ear: "Baby, see how I punish you!"

"You're so mean! The curtains aren't even closed! ... Hehe... Be gentle, you little devil... Don't... Wait until tonight... Hahaha... There's soup simmering on the stove for you, it's going to burn..."

At the dining table, the two sat facing each other, their heads touching. He held her little hand and chatted sweetly, the warm candlelight illuminating the food, and the red rose with teeth marks still stuck in the glass.

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