My Newlywed Life

My name is Wu Mengyao, I'm 25 years old, and I just got married. My husband works for a foreign company and earns a good income, so I don't need to work. I met him through an introduction after I returned home from university. He's fairly good-looking and treats me well, so we dated for a while before getting married. Although I wouldn't call myself a stunning beauty, I'm still quite attractive, with delicate features and a pretty face. Especially my skin, which is smooth as snow; he always says it looks like the skin of a teenage girl. Although I dress more conservatively after being with him, it still can't hide my beautiful figure. I'm 1.65 meters tall with C-cup breasts. They're not huge, but they feel great to the touch. I don't know why, but even after being ravaged by many men, they remain soft and firm, and my nipples and areolas haven't darkened. So, it can conceal my past promiscuous lifestyle. I also pretended well in front of him; I hadn't slept with him before the wedding. On

our wedding day, he was the first to have sex with me. As soon as he entered the house, he carried me to the bed and kissed me passionately, touching my big breasts. I hadn't been fucked in a long time. Since returning from university, I'd been relying on masturbation. Now that I'm in my hometown, if I get horny and run into someone I know, I'm doomed, so I'm desperately craving it. He slipped his hand inside my bra, caressing my breasts, kneading my nipples, his tongue even licking my saliva. He took off my clothes and bra; this was the first time he'd seen my breasts.

He looked at me and said, "Yaoyao, your breasts are so beautiful."

I pretended to be shy and didn't answer, turning my head away. He didn't say much, seeing my shyness, but he was probably secretly pleased. Little did he know how many men had played with my breasts. He lowered his head and licked my nipples. I'm a sensitive woman; when he kissed and touched me earlier, I had held back from making a sound. I suppressed the pleasure from my nipples, keeping my mouth tightly shut. Luckily, his technique wasn't great, or I wouldn't have been able to take it. He clearly wasn't very experienced, but he was really putting in a lot of effort. He sucked hard on my nipples while taking off his clothes, then my outer garment, leaving me only in my underwear. He was naked, his penis already hard and erect.

The size was satisfactory, around 15 or 16 centimeters. I don't like it too big; big ones are pleasurable, but tiring too. After all, marriage isn't a one-night stand; a big one is enough for now. He started licking my lower abdomen, then pulled off my underwear. I deliberately resisted, making it difficult for him to remove it so easily. He forcefully pulled off my underwear and brought his mouth to give me oral sex. I enjoy being licked, but I pretended to resist. He still forcefully and clumsily licked me, giving me the feeling that it was his first time giving oral sex to a woman. "

Aren't you disgusted?" I asked him, "

Wouldn't it feel better if you licked me? Besides, you're my wife, how could I be disgusted?" His answer

touched me slightly. After licking for a while, he lifted his penis to penetrate me. Although my vagina had been with many men, it was still relatively tight, and it had been a long time since I'd had sex. He slowly inserted himself, and I could feel his penis gradually expanding my little pussy. Judging from his expression, he seemed very satisfied, as if he was pleased with my vagina. I immediately felt relieved; as long as I didn't act too lewdly, there wouldn't be any problems. After penetrating my core, he began to slowly thrust in and out. I bit my lip to prevent myself from making any lewd moans, only occasionally letting out soft groans. After a while, I was about to climax, probably because it had been so long since I'd had a penis. He also showed signs of ejaculating. He held me and thrust forcefully a few times before ejaculating, a lot of it, all spraying onto my core. I also climaxed at the same time. He hugged me contentedly and said, "Wife, that felt so good, I love you." I didn't answer him, but turned around and hugged him back. We fell asleep like that, embracing each other.

For the next few days, I maintained this conservative and passive approach to sex. He asked me to give him oral sex, but I refused, because I felt I needed to wait a little longer. About two weeks after our wedding, he received a notice from his company that he had to go abroad for a year of study. Because of my behavior before and after the wedding, he felt very reassured and even guilty that he had to leave me so soon after our marriage.

I comforted him, saying, "It's okay, I can take care of myself. Just take good care of yourself." He was very touched and said, "You're such a good wife. We have money at home. If you feel bored at home, go on a trip." The night before he left, we had another passionate night together. Lying in bed, I said, "Darling, you're leaving tomorrow. How do you want me to leave you with something?" My words were slightly provocative.

He excitedly brought his semi-erect penis to my mouth. I opened my mouth and took it in, deliberately acting awkwardly, but he seemed very satisfied. I only took it in and stroked it a few times, but soon he wasn't satisfied again and said, "

Baby, can you lick it?" Seeing his pitiful look, I symbolically licked his glans. He held my head and slowly inserted his penis into my throat. I coughed a few times and then spat it out, deliberately acting coquettishly, saying, "

You bad boy, you've corrupted me." He was very excited today, holding me tightly, kissing my cheeks, licking my lips, and then forcefully kissing my lips. I responded to him, letting him suck on my tongue, which he enjoyed immensely. His hands weren't idle either, removing my nightgown and groping my body, sometimes kneading my breasts, sometimes caressing my vulva. After kissing for a while, he began to attack my full breasts, kneading and sucking them, sometimes even biting my nipples. I said coquettishly, "Honey, be gentle, you're hurting me." His flirting skills had clearly improved over the past few days, and I was slowly returning to my normal self, no longer needing to pretend so hard. After playing with my breasts for a while, he began to lick my vulva, gently licking my labia, making me overflow with lustful fluids.

Ah... ah... I gasped softly, my eyes glazed over. A moment later, he slipped his tongue inside again, teasing my clitoris with his wet tongue, a mixture of saliva and my love juices. It felt amazing, but my pussy was unbearably itchy.

Ah…you bad boy…stop…I couldn't help myself,

my face flushed, I writhed shyly. He could tell I was ready for his penis. Looking at my timid expression, he rubbed the head of his penis against my labia a few times before inserting it, following the flow of my juices. For some reason, he was a little rougher than usual today; his penis went all the way in at once, and I gasped, caught off guard.

Then he grabbed my waist and thrust rapidly. I felt his large penis going in and out of my wet pussy, making squelching sounds, which felt incredibly pleasurable. After a while, he slowed down the intense movement. I closed my legs and let him straddle me, slowly undulating. Although the penetration wasn't deep, it perfectly stimulated my G-spot. He lay down and hugged me, pressing my breasts tightly against his chest, letting me feel his strong masculine scent. He licked my ear with his tongue, gently blowing air into it, making me feel incredibly itchy but unable to escape. Under this double stimulation, I felt an orgasm approaching after only a few thrusts. Then, my sweaty body began to spasm, and I orgasmed. Unexpectedly, I not only orgasmed but also ejaculated. This was the first time he had made me ejaculate. Thick vaginal fluid gushed out like a spring, spraying onto his penis. He felt it and stopped licking my ear, but his penis continued to slowly undulate in rhythm with the contractions of my vagina. I enjoyed the intense orgasm.

After I calmed down, he whispered in my ear, "

Baby, was it good?" "Mmm..." I answered shyly.

"Baby, turn around and let me enter from behind, okay?" Seeing that I didn't answer, he flipped me over. I lay face down on the bed, and he held my waist, lifted my buttocks, and made me kneel. Then, he slowly inserted his large penis from behind. This position allowed for deep penetration. I had just ejaculated, and it was wet and slippery inside, so it felt great for him. He thrust faster and harder, making my large breasts sway back and forth with his thrusts. The constant slapping sounds from behind stimulated my hearing. I could only bury my head under the pillow, trying to avoid moaning loudly. He would occasionally come over from behind and touch my breasts. After more than ten minutes, he grabbed my breasts forcefully, thrusting his penis deep inside and ejaculating, sending me into another orgasm.

The next morning, I took him to the airport. With him gone, I had another chance to let loose. I started planning what to do, and suddenly remembered his invitation to go on a trip. A brilliant idea struck me: if staying home wasn't enough, I could just go out and have some fun! He was going to the US, and because of the time difference, I usually refused to answer his calls, citing the need not to disturb his work and rest. We only talked on weekends, which left a good impression on him and his family. With the plan in mind, I started to act. I bought a plane ticket to the city where my former university was located, as I was more familiar with the area. I landed around 6 PM, grabbed a quick bite, and booked a room. Looking at the time, it was already 8 PM. I changed into the black thong, lace fishnet stockings, and lace garter belt I had prepared beforehand. I chose a tight black bra, which made my cleavage look even deeper. I looked in the mirror and was very satisfied. I then applied some delicate light makeup. I wore a low-cut dress, not too short, just above the knee, and some heels before heading out.

I went to one of the more upscale bars in town, chosen because the men there seemed to be of good character. The layout hadn't changed much; beautiful women were dancing seductively. I went to the bar and ordered a glass of red wine, waiting for a man to approach me. I'd only taken a couple of sips when someone came over. "

Sexy lady, alone?" A well-built man in his thirties replied,

"Yes, alone." "Would I have the honor of buying you a drink?" "I'm alone too," I said, sitting at that booth over there. He pointed over there and said,

"Sure," I replied flirtatiously…

We chatted casually for a while. I didn't tell him anything except that I was married. He didn't make any advances, only tentatively touching me a few times while pouring my drink, so I had a good impression of him. "

Let's go for a walk; the night view is nice," he said. Seeing I didn't answer, he called out, "

The bill." We left the bar, chatting as we walked. He was quite talkative and mature. We passed a hotel in less than ten minutes. He apologized, saying, "

Look how careless I am! I only just noticed you were wearing high heels. You must be exhausted. Why don't we rest here?" "Okay," I said, pretending to be reluctant. In my heart, I thought, "You're playing this game with me. This was all your plan, and since it's part of my plan, of course I won't refuse."

After we went in, he paid for the room. Once inside, he said,

"To express my apology, I'll give you a foot massage. Come lie down on the bed." "No need," I said, feigning concern. "Of course I'd appreciate a man's service." "

It's alright, otherwise I'd feel bad." I took off my shoes and slowly lay down. He sat beside my feet and gently massaged them. After a while, he also took off his shoes and came to the bed to massage my calves, even deliberately lifting my legs to see my reaction. I was wearing a skirt, so everything underneath must have been seen. Seeing that I didn't object and was dressed so provocatively, he finally couldn't resist. He climbed on top of me and kissed me. This kind of man is a seasoned hunter; he had already masked the smell of alcohol during our walk with chewing gum to avoid offending women. At this point, I didn't need to pretend to be an innocent maiden anymore. I responded passionately, letting him suck my tongue. Our tongues intertwined, and I started touching my breasts, pulling off my skirt to reveal my sexy lingerie. Looking at my alluring body in my seductive attire, he got a little tent in his pants, but he wasn't in a hurry. That's the advantage of a mature man; they know how to play with women, not just simply release their pent-up desires.

He lowered his head and gently licked my breasts with his tongue, making me feel ticklish. Sometimes he would even slip his tongue into my cleavage. He pulled down my bra, and my large breasts immediately sprang out. He didn't remove my bra, but instead let it squeeze my breasts even more firmly. He seemed to enjoy looking at my soft, white breasts and rosy nipples, and slowly began to play with them. He sucked and kneaded, my breasts constantly changing shape in his hands.

"Ah...so good...suck harder..." I started moaning

. "So you're a slut too." He said as he sucked, "

Isn't it all your fault?" "Ah...it's all your fault, ah...you're so good at it..." He would gently bite and then lick harder, his hands constantly kneading, the pressure just right, very pleasurable. Soon my nipples were hard, then he moved on to the other one. My whole body felt like countless ants were crawling all over me. After he played with my breasts for a while, I was wet. He moved his hand down to my vulva, gently pressing it. My panties were small, and after a while, they slipped inside. It was already wet, and the friction from the panties made it even more pleasurable, leaving the opening dripping wet.

My body is so sensitive; I'm already this wet. He reluctantly moved away from my breasts to play with my wetness. He pulled up my panties, which were like ropes, and rubbed them back and forth against my tender vulva, causing them to sink deep into my opening and overflow with clear fluid.

Ah… um… ah… Seeing how wet I was, he parted my two wet, fleshy labia, revealing my pink cavity, rubbing and massaging them against my labia minora. Sometimes he lightly touched my delicate clitoris, sometimes he inserted his fingers into my vagina and stirred them, in and out, making me overflow with vaginal fluid. He touched my anus with his wet hands, opened his mouth and took my vulva in, stimulating my warm, moist vagina with his tongue. He inserted one hand into my anus and began playing with my clitoris with the other, his tongue constantly moving in and out of my vagina.

Mmm… I can't take it… Ah… So good… Under such stimulation, a tingling sensation soon spread throughout my body, I trembled, my lower abdomen tightened, and I orgasmed. He actually brought me to orgasm without using his penis. I lay there, flushed and weak, enjoying the pleasure of my orgasm. He took the opportunity to take off his clothes; his penis was already erect. When he returned, he didn't rush to fuck me, but kissed me and caressed my breasts. I also helped him masturbate. After my orgasm, he grinned lewdly, as if to say,

"Feeling good? Want me to feel good too?" I understood what he meant. I sat up, hugged his waist, and lowered my head to take his penis into my mouth. He sat there enjoying my oral sex while playing with my breasts. I got tired after licking him for a while, so I lay back down with a pillow behind my head and had him kneel in front of me. It was much easier that way. He liked it too, because that way he could take the initiative to fuck me with his mouth and see my wanton self. I sucked on his penis hard, my tongue wrapped around his glans and teasing it, while kneading his testicles. Sometimes he would fuck my mouth hard too. After licking his penis for a while, I licked his testicles and used my hand to stroke his penis. "

Baby, I love your big tits, squeeze them for me." He wanted me to give him a blowjob,

but squeezing them like this wasn't comfortable, and there wasn't any oil. He laughed and somehow produced a bottle of essential oil from the drawer. Well, there was no other way, so I just did it. I took the essential oil and applied it evenly to his penis, took off my bra, and applied some to the inside of my breasts as well. He stood up, and I knelt in front of him, using my full, soft breasts to clamp his penis. I cupped his fair breasts, stroking them up and down, sometimes licking his glans. He moved in rhythm with me, thrusting into my cleavage. Gradually, I felt his penis harden and throb intensely. I knew he was about to ejaculate. I squeezed my breasts hard, stroking him rapidly.

Ah… hiss… ah… he groaned comfortably, his large, dark penis spurting out streams of semen. Because I was looking down, the first, strongest spurt landed on my face, the rest on my chest. I didn't rush to wipe the semen off my face; I focused on squeezing him between my breasts, slowing down to let him ejaculate slowly and completely. Then I wiped the semen off my face and smeared it on my breasts, then used my gloved hand to wipe the semen off his penis. Afterward, I licked it a few times.

How was it? Was it good? Yeah, it was amazing! You little slut, you're so good at this! Especially seeing the semen on your face, it's so stimulating. Your husband is so lucky! My husband and I don't do that. Is your wife any better than me? She's nothing compared to you. Her breasts aren't as big as yours, she's not as pretty, and most importantly, she's not as slutty as you. I'm perfectly innocent in front of my husband; who knows, she's probably moaning with pleasure under someone else right now. I chuckled and said, "

Then I'll make you moan with pleasure under me later." He wasn't angry; we joked around and rested. We both knew a big battle was coming soon.

"How about you say some lewd things to me loudly later? That depends on your skills." "Let's go shower." We'd rested enough by then.

I took off my stockings and followed him into the bathroom. It was simply furnished, with a vanity and a large mirror above it, and a shower. He turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and pulled me in to shower together. He tore open a bottle of shower gel and started washing my body. I washed his penis too. He really liked my breasts, saying he'd apply shower gel to them and rub and squeeze them, making me feel all itchy. After rinsing off the shower gel, I noticed my penis was hard, so I turned off the shower, kneaded down, and gave him oral sex. After a while, it got hard again. He pulled me up and kissed my neck, played with my breasts, and then pulled me out to hold onto the vanity. I spread my legs and stuck out my buttocks like that, and he licked my pussy and anus from behind, while masturbating to keep his penis hard. As I watched her masturbate, I enjoyed his tongue licking me, and after a few strokes, I was already dripping wet again.

"Ah...mmm...so good..." I moaned, and he licked even harder. "

Ah...I can't take it anymore...stop...ah...give it to me..." He then used his fingers to penetrate my cunt.

"What do you want, you little slut?" "What will I give you?" he said, while forcefully digging into my cunt. "

I want a big cock, ah..." I felt both incredibly good and incredibly uncomfortable.

"Don't call it a cock, call it a dick." "Mmm...dick, I want a big dick..." I moaned lewdly.

Finally, he was satisfied, and with a "plop," he thrust his cock into my cunt, all the way in, pumping violently.

"Ah...so good...so comfortable...you're so good at it..." The little slut looked up at the mirror. Who was being fucked so good? It's me... ah... I'm going to die... ah... don't stop... The mirror reflected the scene of him ravishing me from behind. My messy hair partially obscured my handsome face, which was flushed, my eyes half-closed, and my sexy little mouth slightly open, moaning. My large breasts swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his thrusts. Seeing my lewd self in the mirror excited me even more, and the slapping sound of my round buttocks being pounded was an aphrodisiac. His engorged penis rubbed against the vaginal walls, and waves of intense pleasure pushed me to the peak.

Ah... ah... it's coming again... I'm going to cum again... I climaxed again amidst a series of screams.

Oh... so tight... so good... oh... so grippy... The strong contractions of my vagina after the climax also pleased him.

This time he didn't give me a chance to catch my breath, but continued to fuck me fiercely. I was already experiencing the pleasure of an orgasm, and with his thrusts all the way to the bottom, he fucked me to the point of death. My vaginal fluids flowed out of my wet hole, dripping onto the ground little by little.

"I can't take it anymore... Ahh... You're killing me... Your big cock is so good at fucking... Ah... I'm going to heaven... I'm all the way in..." I screamed loudly to release the pleasure inside me. I knew I was about to cum again.

After he fucked me dozens more times, I climaxed again. Two climaxes in a row had exhausted me. My body was starting to stiffen and I was weak all over. I didn't have the strength to scream loudly anymore. He let me rest for a while, then pulled out his penis and flipped me over. He used his arms to support my legs, and the juices from my pussy gushed out. "

You have so much juice. It feels so good to fuck you." He said as he put his penis back in. I hugged his neck and was carried back into the house as he fucked me. He placed me half-reclined on the headboard and slowly began to thrust in and out. This position allowed me to clearly see his large penis going in and out of my cunt, my labia fluttering with each stroke. The pre-ejaculate fluid at the entrance had thickened and was being drawn out with each thrust. He fucked my cunt slowly and deliberately, teasing me with varying depths, his strong hands kneading my breasts, occasionally sucking my tongue and licking my ears. After about ten minutes, I felt my pre-ejaculate flow out again, my moans growing louder, and my cunt involuntarily clenching his penis. "

Mmm...ah...ah...so good...harder...ah...harder..." He didn't respond to my urging to thrust harder, but I could clearly feel the depth and speed increasing.

"Ah...give it to me...fuck me faster...harder..." I felt myself approaching orgasm, and cried out loudly.

Just then, at the crucial moment, he stopped, pressing the head of his penis against my clitoris. I thought he was afraid of ejaculating and wanted to slow down, but I was wrong. As my orgasm subsided, he began to thrust, stopping again just before I reached climax. Time and again, he brought me to the brink of orgasm, only to pull me back again and again. After four or five times, I broke down. I kept thrusting my vaginal muscles, trying to grip his penis tightly, but in this position, he held the initiative. No matter how hard I tried, it only made me more frantic. Finally, I almost cried out

, begging him… um… give it to me… have mercy on me… He didn't seem satisfied with my moans

… please, big cock brother, stop torturing me… fuck me hard, tear my vagina apart… fuck me to death… ah… please… Maybe my moans satisfied him, maybe he was done playing, or maybe he was about to ejaculate. Anyway, I don't know why, but he increased the intensity. I didn't have time to think about it; I just kept moaning loudly.

Ah... I'm dying... So good... All the way in... I'm going to die... Ahh... Love, love, big cock... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to cum... Ahh... He lifted my legs high and thrust in hard, each time with all his might, all the way in. After a hundred or so thrusts, he finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, pressing the head of his penis against my clitoris and shooting his semen deep into my uterus. My uterus felt incredibly hot and comfortable, streams of vaginal fluid gushing out with each tremor. This long-awaited orgasm was incredibly pleasurable, making my whole body feel relaxed and trembling. Afterwards, we lay limp on the bed, and he still kneaded my breasts. We fell asleep soon after.

The next morning, I was woken up by his licking. When I got up, I found my pussy was already wet. I put on my stockings and had sex with him again. This time, I was on top, using my wetness to repeatedly stroke his penis up and down. He kept thrusting upwards, my breasts swaying back and forth. I swayed my hips seductively, and finally, amidst the sounds of our thrusting and my moans, he ejaculated into my wetness, and of course, I orgasmed too. Soon, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid flowed out. I lay on top of him for a while before he went to take a shower. "

You can go now, don't worry about me. I'll rest for a bit," I said, lying on the bed

. "Okay," he replied as he dressed. "You get some rest." Before leaving, he came over and grabbed my breasts, sucking on them twice.

I lay on the bed, savoring the moment, fantasizing about the passionate and exciting days to come. A smile crept onto my face as I looked at the ceiling…
Who will be fucking me tomorrow?

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