A young couple's ultimate and most fulfilling sex life

A Young Couple's Exquisite Sexual Life
I was born into an intellectual family, and my parents were very strict about my studies from a young age. I was quite diligent and intelligent, so my grades were always good. I consistently ranked at the top of
my class in elementary school, easily gaining admission to a top middle school, and then, without much effort, a top university. After graduating, I joined a well-known foreign company and am currently the assistant general manager, earning nearly 10,000 yuan a month. My wife was my college classmate, in a different department. We fell in love in our second year and got married three years ago. After graduating, she worked in the provincial government as a chief clerk, earning about 3,000 yuan a month. Our family is a typical "two-system" family structure, which is said to be a family-career structure that many young people aspire to.
My wife and I had our first sexual encounter before marriage, around the summer of our third year of college. I was twenty, and she was nineteen. It was summer vacation, and while other classmates had gone home, we stayed at school because we had agreed to conduct a social survey. At that time, she was the only one left in her dorm room. Whenever I had time, I would go to her room and stay for hours. We would chat, confide in each other, hug, caress, and kiss, and time would often fly by.
One afternoon, neither of us really initiated anything, but while we were kissing on her bed, we unknowingly took off our clothes. My hard penis rubbed between her thighs. She was a little scared and squeezed her legs tightly together. Seeing this, I stopped rubbing against her and just rubbed her breasts. After a while, she couldn't take it anymore, spread her legs, and clamped my penis between them, moaning softly. I didn't hold back and immediately pressed myself against her and thrust into her. Because it was my first time, I ejaculated after only a few thrusts. She didn't seem to be in much pain, moaning softly, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, and she wouldn't let go even after I had ejaculated. Afterwards, I secretly looked at the sheets and found that there was no blood except for my semen, and I realized that she was no longer a virgin. But looking at her adorable, shy expression, I felt at ease: as long as she loved me, what did it matter if she was a virgin? Besides, the absence of bleeding during first intercourse didn't necessarily prove she wasn't a virgin.
From then on, we were completely hooked. Taking advantage of the fewer people on campus during holidays, we'd have sex whenever we had a spare moment, either in her dorm or mine. I remember we had sex three times in one day. Those were truly carefree and tireless ages; all I thought about were her breasts and vulva, and all she cared about was my penis. As a result, after a crazy holiday, when the students returned to school, I had to accompany her to the hospital for an abortion.
After that, we were much more careful. I bought a lot of condoms, and we both carried several with us, ready to use whenever we wanted. After school started, the dorms were full, and it wasn't so convenient for us to have sex anymore. But this didn't deter us, this pleasure-seeking couple. Under the flowers and moon, in a corner of the playground, in a classroom corner—anywhere we were alone could become our meeting place, only we couldn't do it naked like during summer vacation. She was an exceptionally clever girl. From that summer onward, she wore skirts year-round: thin skirts in summer, leather skirts in spring and autumn, and long woolen skirts in winter. When she wanted to make love with me, she only needed to pull down her underwear, and I would take my penis out of my pants. The skirts became our perfect cover; even if someone walked by, as long as we didn't move, they would assume we were just a couple embracing.
We spent nearly two sweet years together like this. The pleasure, the joy, the excitement—I still savor those memories to this day. I once asked my wife, and she felt the same way.
Later, after we graduated from university and started working, I took her to meet my parents. My parents were overjoyed to see her, praising her intelligence, gentleness, and beauty, and secretly admonishing me not to force her to do things that could only be done after marriage. After I told her, we both laughed so hard we almost passed out. Between laughs, she playfully punched me with her little fists, saying, "Your parents really think too highly of us! They never imagined I was already part of your family."
Not long after, we officially got married and moved into a three-bedroom apartment the company had rented for me. When decorating the apartment, we focused on arranging the bedroom: a thick wool carpet on the floor, a large mirror on the wall above the bed, and she even got a lot of large color photos of naked men and women from her American female classmate to hang on the wall. In short, everything in the bedroom was designed to arouse our sexual desire and facilitate various positions for lovemaking.
On our wedding night, we stripped naked, pressed tightly together, rolling from the bed to the floor, from the bedroom to the living room, from the bathroom to the kitchen. I ejaculated again and again, while she screamed at the top of her lungs, as if trying to release all the pent-up sexual desire of the past few years in one night. We made love all night long, and slept all day the next day, not getting up until evening. My wife playfully scolded, "You're really something, you've made my vulva all swollen." I retorted, "You're no slouch either, you made me ejaculate five times in one night, and my urethra still hurts like it's being pricked with needles!"
From then on, we began our truly legal and open sexual journey. To add some spice, I bought a lot of pornographic videos, and the two of us would watch them and imitate them while making love. We tried all sorts of positions, including back-to-back, side-to-side, straddle, and sitting positions, and even imitated the foreigners in the videos by performing oral and anal sex. My wife was completely receptive to oral sex, taking my penis into her mouth and licking and sucking it, even more unrestrained than those foreign women. Those foreign women just let men ejaculate on their faces, but she insisted that I ejaculate every last drop into her mouth, which she then gulped down, smacking her lips and saying, "So sweet and fragrant." I teased her, saying she was even more wanton than foreign girls. She glanced at me sideways and said, "If you don't like it, then I won't do it." I quickly hugged her and said, "I like it, I like it! I think you're much better than foreign girls." Her anger turned to joy, and she lowered her head to lick my penis.
Regarding anal sex, my wife was initially hesitant: "My anus is so small, won't it hurt when you insert it?" I reassured her, "Look at those foreigners in those movies, their penises aren't thicker or longer than mine, and they still manage to insert into foreign girls' anuses! Look how happy those foreign girls are, they're arching their butts as hard as they can, afraid that the penis isn't inserted deep enough." Just then, a Chinese girl, even smaller than my wife, appeared on the TV screen, bending over and letting a black man insert his penis into her anus. The black man's penis was over a foot long, and it was completely inserted into the girl's anus. The girl was trembling with excitement, moaning incessantly. My wife, watching TV, muttered to herself, "If this girl can handle it, I should be fine too!" "Don't hesitate, I promise I'll make you feel like you're dying and coming back to life." "Ugh," my wife said, climbing onto the bed and sticking her snow-white buttocks up high. Her small, tight, rosy anus ignited my desire. I quickly imitated what I saw on TV, smearing saliva on my glans and slowly inserting it into my wife's anus. "Ouch, slower, it hurts a little." I quickly stopped. Unexpectedly, my wife cried out again, "Just shove it all in at once!" I thrust my hips forward, my four-inch-long penis fully inserted into my wife's narrow anus, asking, "Does it still hurt?" My wife twisted her buttocks, her voice trembling, "It doesn't hurt, but it feels very full, like my rectum is completely stuffed. Try moving it!" I began to slowly thrust in and out. At first, it felt dry and tight inside, but after a few dozen thrusts, it felt like my wife's anus was coated with oil, becoming increasingly lubricated, and my thrusting speed increased. My wife finally couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, "Good brother, thrust harder! My anus is so swollen and hot, it feels so good!" I increased the intensity of my thrusts, my lower abdomen slamming violently against my wife's soft buttocks. My wife buried her face in the pillow, making sounds like sobs of pleasure. After we finished, my wife leaned her face against my chest and said shyly, "I never thought anal sex could be so incredibly pleasurable, it almost made my bones melt..." From then on, my penis alternated between her mouth, vagina, and anus. My wife, a math major, had even meticulously designed a sex schedule, evenly arranging when to give oral sex, when to have intercourse, and when to have anal sex, not neglecting any of her orifices. I was happy to enjoy it, as long as my penis had a hole to go in.
Once, we watched a Taiwanese pornographic film. The male lead's penis was nowhere near as big or thick as a foreigner's, and the female lead wasn't as pretty as a Western woman, so it didn't initially interest us. But the film was entirely in Mandarin, and filled with vulgar language, which really excited us. When the female lead said in a coquettish voice, "Darling, use your big cock to fuck my cunt, fuck it hard," my penis instantly became erect, and my wife slumped on top of me like she had no bones, saying in a wanton voice, "Good brother, my cunt is so itchy, I want to eat your big cock." Hearing my quiet and pretty wife say such vulgar words, how could I possibly control myself? I immediately mounted her and thrust. My wife closed her eyes and cried out, "Good brother, dear man, your cock is so hot, so hard, it's going to fuck me to death!" I was so aroused by her that my blood was boiling, and I ejaculated wildly. I stroked her smooth skin and exclaimed, "I never thought these vulgar words could be so alluring!" My wife's eyes were filled with lust as she said in a seductive voice, "Then I'll say a few more words and see if you can still get hard." With that, she jumped off the bed naked, stroking her breasts and twisting her hips, while moaning dreamily, "Oh, my breasts are so swollen and itchy, my pussy is soaking wet, and it feels like there are little bugs crawling in my ass. I really want my man's big cock to fuck me! My man, fuck me to death!" My ears were ringing, my blood was boiling, and my penis, which had just ejaculated, became hard as iron again without me even realizing it. I pounced on the bed, grabbed my soft, slick wife, and began thrusting hard into her wet vagina: "I, I, I'm going to fuck you to death, you little slut!" My wife moaned, "I'm your little slut sister, and you're my big cock brother. Fuck me as hard as you can, I'll only be happy if you fuck me to death!" I then thrust my penis into her anus, saying viciously, "Little slut, I'll fuck your asshole raw!" My wife arched her buttocks, moaning, "You can fuck my asshole however you want, fuck it raw if you want!" We went crazy for another hour or so, and I ejaculated the remaining semen, which my wife swallowed like nectar.
And so, under the guidance of pornographic content, we constantly changed our positions, spending our first year of marriage in a chaotic and frenzied state.
Later, my wife gradually lost interest in the pornographic content I bought, feeling it wasn't exciting enough. So she went to our alma mater, found the American female classmate who had lived with her in the dormitory for a year (now teaching at the school), and brought home a bunch of books, magazines and movies. That night, we watched them together naked on the sofa.
When the spy movie showed a blonde girl being raped by several strong men, my wife gently rubbed her breasts against me and whispered in my ear, "Dear brother, I want you to rape me too, okay?" I was naturally overjoyed. I pressed her face down on the bed, tied her hands behind her back with a nightgown belt, and said, "Now I'm going to rape you, you little slut!" Unexpectedly, my wife twisted her body and acted coquettishly, "I don't like being tied up like this. I want you to tie me up like in the spy movie, preferably with the rope digging into my flesh, that's what rape is all about!" I was overjoyed and quickly went to the balcony to find a long clothesline. I wrapped it around her snow-white neck and around her jade-like arms, three times on the left and three times on the right, tying my wife up tightly, like a meat dumpling without leaves. My wife, her upper body bound, could only desperately twist her lower body, pleading, "Brother, you've tied me up so tightly, it's making this little slut gasp for breath, um...it feels so good..." Looking at her tightly bound, extremely sensual body, my eyes gleamed, my penis throbbed with desire, and I pounced on her, raping her three orifices one after another...
For the next month, every time we made love, my wife asked me to tie her up and rape her. One day, after I had tied her up, my wife looked at me seductively with her big, watery eyes and said, "Darling, find another rope and hang me up, then you stand behind me and fuck my ass, okay?" At this point, I obeyed her every word. I quickly found another long rope, tied one end to her bound hands, and let the other end hang down over the radiator pipe on the ceiling. With a strong pull, my wife's snow-white feet left the ground, letting out a piercing scream. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly let go. My wife fell heavily onto the carpet. I quickly picked her up and anxiously asked, "Honey, did you hurt yourself?" My wife rolled her eyes and gasped for breath, "Ouch... the ropes around my neck and arms are too tight... I've gotten so much fatter than before... when my feet leave the ground, it feels like my arms are going to break, and I can't breathe..." I quickly said, "Then let's not play this anymore, it hurts you so much..." Unexpectedly, my wife kept whining in my arms, "No, I want to play, I want to play!" "I'm afraid I'll hurt you!" "Well... how about this, you slowly pull the rope, and stop when my toes are almost off the ground, that way it'll still count as hanging, and I can handle it, okay?" I did as she said and slowly pulled the rope. I saw my wife's arms gradually straighten in the opposite direction, and her heels also left the ground. When her ten toes were perpendicular to the ground, my wife let out a painful cry from deep in her throat, "Don't pull anymore, stop!" I quickly secured the end of the rope. My wife was hanging by her arms, legs straight, only her toes barely touching the ground, the ropes digging deep into her wrists and neck. I felt a pang of pity: "Baby, if you can't take it, I'll let you down." My wife shook her head repeatedly, her long, glossy black hair cascading down like a waterfall, panting, "No...no, I'm in so much pain...but I feel so good. Look, isn't my ass sticking up? Why aren't you fucking me yet!" I looked closely, and sure enough: because her arms were hanging by her arms, her round buttocks naturally arched backward, her moist, loose anus opening and closing eagerly. I thrust my penis in forcefully, penetrating her anus completely. My wife cried out, "Oh, my dear man, you've pierced this little slut's asshole...ooh...so good, keep thrusting!" I thrust my hips back and forth. My wife, on her toes, moved her hips like a ballerina, trying her best to meet my thrusts, making sounds that were half-crying…
Afterwards, she pressed her face against my chest and said, “My dear husband, this was the happiest and most satisfying sex I’ve ever had since we got married. You don’t know, my neck was so tight I could hardly breathe, my arms felt like they were broken, my toes were so sore and painful, and my anus was so hot and numb from your fucking. That wonderful feeling, this little slut will never forget it.” I casually said, “That’s easy, from now on I’ll hang you up every time we have sex.” “Thank you so much, brother…”
This kind of sadomasochistic sex continued for more than a year. Every time, my wife was overjoyed and felt like she was dying and coming back to life, and I was always exhausted and indescribably happy.
By the third year of our marriage, we had tried almost every imaginable sexual activity. The novelty of those once exciting and thrilling techniques had worn off, and our sex life became increasingly mundane and dull. Friction and arguments between us also increased. After
a major argument over a trivial matter, we both fell silent. After a while, my wife began to sob and cry on the bed. Feeling guilty, I went to her bedside, hugged her, and gently licked away her tears. She looked up, tears streaming down her face, and said, "What's wrong with us? A few years ago, both before and after our marriage, we were so in love, inseparable. What happened to us lately? It seems like we're both constantly on edge
, arguing the moment we meet." I sighed and said, "Yes, I've been thinking about this too. I just realized it yesterday. In previous years, our sex life was so vibrant and pleasurable, more blissful than heaven! We didn't even have time to argue; we were too busy being affectionate! But now our sex life is becoming increasingly bland and tasteless, only happening once every few weeks. It's just that boredom breeds trouble!"
My wife complained, "How can you blame me? All those vibrant and exciting sexual experiences were all my ideas! You, a grown man, have no imagination at all, making me increasingly uninterested." "
I was speechless, and after a long silence, I stammered, "I was just thinking about it, don't be impatient, you little slut!"
My wife was aroused by my words and twisted in my arms, saying, "I'm not a little slut now, I'm your little bitch. A little bitch can only survive by having your big-dicked brother figure things out..."
I was aroused by her words and had a sudden idea, so I said, "Then let's look back on our sexual experiences over the years. Tell me, when were you the happiest and most joyful?"
My wife rolled her dark eyes and said, "If I had to say when I was happiest, it would be those years in college. Back then, we always made love secretly, like thieves. Although it was short, I had several orgasms every time. I still feel sweet when I think about it now."
A sudden realization dawned on me, and I exclaimed, "That's it! You've hit the nail on the head. Everyone has a thieving desire, it's just that the way they express it is different. It's the same with sex; the more illicit the affair, the more pleasurable it is. Haven't you noticed that ancient books rarely describe marital intercourse, but mostly illicit affairs? Also, it's said that the stronger the sexual pleasure during sex, the smarter the child will be. And illegitimate children are almost 100% intelligent, which is closely related to the extreme pleasure their parents experienced during their illicit affairs."
My wife also became excited and eagerly asked, "Then what do you suggest we do?"
I thought for a moment and said, "After we got married, our sex life has always been at home. Although we have many different ways of doing it, it lacks the stimulation of a suitable environment. It's nothing like when we were in college, in the flower garden, under the shade of trees, we could make love anytime, anywhere. That's what illicit affairs are all about, that's what excitement is!"
"Then let's go to the park now, I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content!" my wife said impatiently.
"How can that work? Those kids' behavior might have been okay in retrospect, but it definitely won't work now! We need to think of something more exciting to satisfy them… Hmm, tomorrow's Sunday, wear a short skirt, no underwear, let's go shopping, and when we find an opportunity, we'll have our way with you…" "
That's wonderful, honey, you're amazing!" My wife excitedly hugged me and kissed me passionately.
The next day, just as dawn was breaking, my wife got up early and sat in front of her dressing table, applying makeup. Because of her profession, she usually didn't wear makeup, but today she was heavily made up: her face was painted snow-white, her lips blood-red, her eyelids purplish-black, and she even wore false eyelashes, making her even more alluring and seductive, making one's mouth water.
I joked, "Looking at you like this, you really look like a little slut."
My wife wrinkled her little nose at me and pouted her cute little mouth, saying, "Wait until I put my clothes on, then you won't see me as a little slut anymore, but as a real little bitch!" With that, she turned and ran into another room. About the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, my wife, all dressed up, came up to me and said, "Big dick brother, see if your little bitch is slutty enough?"
She was wearing a tank top that exposed her midriff, revealing her snow-white shoulders and most of her breasts. She was obviously not wearing a bra, and her nipples were pushing up the fabric to create two small bulges. Her dark navel was faintly visible as she moved her waist, arousing the imagination. She wore a super short skirt that tightly hugged her buttocks, revealing her two fair and tender thighs. She wore a pair of high-heeled sandals, and her delicate toes playfully peeked out.
I stared, dumbfounded, finding it hard to believe that this sexy, alluring woman was my intelligent and quiet wife!
"Want to see if I'm wearing underwear?" she said, lifting her miniskirt to reveal her bare genitals, then turning to show off her round, plump buttocks.
My mouth went dry, and I stammered, "Let's go shopping, but... but once we're outside... don't lift your skirt."
My wife smiled sweetly, "Do you need to tell me that? I'm your little slut for life, and you're my only big-dicked customer."
As we walked out, the streets were already bustling. My wife's sexy, revealing outfit immediately attracted the greedy gazes of countless men.
My wife was clearly very uncomfortable. She gripped my arm tightly with one hand and kept pulling down her skirt with the other, whispering in my ear, "Honey, I'm so scared. I'm not even wearing underwear, and the skirt is so short. What if someone sees us? I'd feel so bad for you!"
A surge of heat ran through me. I held her slender waist tighter and said, "It's okay, it's a tight skirt, no one can see. It's broad daylight, other men wouldn't dare to do anything even if they wanted to. You silly girl, the more nervous you are, the happier you'll be. Didn't we discuss this yesterday?"
To be honest, I was nervous too, afraid that my wife would be exposed. But seeing the looks from the men around us, a strange sense of pride welled up inside me—this sexy woman is my wife, I can possess her body anytime, how wonderful!
We arrived at a large department store, and we were still the center of attention. We walked up to a clothing counter, and my wife asked the sales clerk about the price. I leaned against her back, my hard penis pressed tightly against her buttocks, which were only covered by a thin sheet of cloth.
My wife's body trembled slightly, and her voice trembled as she asked, "Excuse me... miss... how much... is this dress?"
The sales clerk enthusiastically quoted the price and then took out several dresses for my wife to choose from.
My wife was distracted and gave a few perfunctory replies. She grabbed my hand and turned to leave, whispering in my ear as she walked, "Are you kidding me! Your big cock is making my heart melt, and my pussy is so wet and uncomfortable... Aren't you afraid someone will see?"
"That's the thrill I wanted! Otherwise, what were we doing out here?" I said, pinching her plump buttocks through her dress.
My wife blushed and nestled against me, ecstatic, saying, "Let's find a quiet place so you can let off some steam."
We went to the mall's coffee shop and sat down in the train-style seats at the back. My wife sat with her back to everyone. Apart from me and the waiter sitting opposite her, no one could see her face. The waiter wouldn't come back after bringing the coffee, so she was very discreet.
After she sat down, her miniskirt naturally rode up, and she quickly squeezed her legs together.
I laughed, "Spread your legs, let me see properly."
My wife nervously looked around, stammering, "What if someone sees us?"
A strange thrill drove me to say, "It's okay, just close your legs if someone comes. No one will notice."
My wife's chest heaved rapidly. With great determination, she slowly parted her legs, revealing sparse, curly pubic hair and thick labia majora.
My breathing quickened. "Spread them wider, show me your vulva too."
My wife continued to spread her legs, her labia minora parting as well, revealing her pink vulva completely.
My wife, half-reclined in her chair, murmured, "My legs are spread as wide as they can, you saw it all. Can I close them?"
My eyes burned with fury. "Don't close them, you're masturbating in front of me." My
wife's face flushed crimson, and she said frantically, "How can I? What if someone sees us?"
"It's okay, no one will see if you spread your legs, and no one will see you masturbating!"
My wife glanced around again, making sure no one was watching, then slowly reached her slender fingers down to her crotch and began to explore. Soon, her face was covered in sweat, and she began to moan softly.
I felt my penis was about to burst, and whispered, "Put your fingers inside and move them back and forth."
My wife seemed to have lost consciousness, obediently inserting her fingers into her trembling vagina and thrusting them in and out.
I was frozen in place, watching her intently. I saw my wife's lips part slightly, her whole body trembling, her fingers moving faster and faster, until finally she couldn't help but scream.
Everyone in the coffee shop turned to look at us. My wife quickly pressed her legs together, burying her face in the table in embarrassment. I hurriedly sat down beside her, and she took the opportunity to bury her burning face in my lap.
Just then, a well-trained waiter quickly came over and asked, "Madam and gentleman, do you need any assistance?"
I casually replied, "My wife choked on her coffee; could you please bring me another plate of bananas?"
The bananas were brought over, and I peeled one and popped it into my wife's mouth. As she ate, she muttered, "You wicked husband, you bad husband, you're making me suffer!"
"Tell me honestly, were you excited or not? Did you enjoy it?" I asked her with a smile.
"...I was so happy...I came after just two thrusts!" My wife closed her eyes, still immersed in the adventure.
I picked up a banana and said, "You're full up there, but hungry down there? I'll put this banana in your pussy!"
"No..." My wife softly refused, but her thighs trembled and slowly parted, revealing her wet vulva.
I slowly inserted the banana. Her vagina was fully wet, and the slender banana went in without any resistance, with only the tip sticking out.
My wife moaned softly, twisting her body like a snake.
I paid the bill and pulled my wife up, saying, "Let's go. You walk ahead, I want to see how sexy you look walking with the banana between your legs. Be careful not to fall out!"
My wife slowly walked towards the door. Afraid of the banana slipping out, she kept her thighs tightly pressed together, her steps small, her petite bottom swaying, attracting the attention of all the men in the coffee shop.
Suppressing my excitement, I walked to her side and asked, "How does it feel?"
My wife's small hands clenched and unclenched helplessly, her breath coming in short gasps, "Honey, let's go quickly, let's go somewhere where no one's around..."
I put my arm around her trembling waist and said, "Don't rush, be careful it slips out."
My wife clung to me like a broken bone, biting my ear, "You're so naughty! That banana is stuck in my pussy, it moves with every step, just like your penis, making my pussy feel like it's flooded... Oh no, it's going to fall out..." My wife stopped, clamping her legs tightly together.
My heart was pounding with excitement. I pulled her towards the elevator with my right arm, saying, "Let's go to the top floor of the mall to watch a movie."
My wife didn't dare to separate her legs; I practically dragged her into the elevator.
Luckily, there was no one in the elevator. My wife let out a long sigh, reached down to her crotch and shoved her hand in a few times, giggling, "It almost fell out just now. It's fine now, I've pushed it in a bit more."
I kissed her sweaty cheek and said, "The movie theater is dimly lit, it'll be much easier for us to do it!"
There weren't many viewers in the theater, mostly sitting in the middle and back rows. We walked to the empty second row and sat down.
The movie started, and the light suddenly dimmed.
I unbuttoned my pants, revealing my hard, sticky penis, and said, "Now give me oral sex!"
A hint of panic flashed in my wife's eyes: "...There are so many people behind us..."
"It's okay, the chair backs block them from seeing. There's no one in the front rows." I was confident.
My wife glanced back again, still uneasy, and saw only a few couples scattered around the back, embracing and kissing, no one paying any attention to what was happening in the front rows. She was relieved, bent down, and took my penis into her mouth, stroking it up and down, occasionally licking the glans with her tongue.
I was already burning with lust, and her stimulation caused me to ejaculate immediately. I suppressed the pleasure coursing through my body, grimacing and saying, "No...don't swallow...it, keep it...in your mouth..."
It took a long time for the climax to subside, and my wife sat up straight again, smiling at me with her lips pursed.
I asked, "You didn't swallow it, did you?"
My wife nodded vigorously.
I was overjoyed and pulled her up, saying, "Let's go."
We returned to the brightly lit street, my wife swaying her hips, taking small, quick steps ahead. Looking at my wife's sexy back, imagining her with a banana in her vagina and semen in her mouth, I felt my penis harden again.
Suddenly, my wife stopped, clamping her legs together as if she needed to urinate, turning back to look at me, her eyes filled with anxiety and longing.
I quickly caught up with her and whispered, "Is the banana about to fall out?"
My wife nodded.
I walked behind her, blocking the view of passersby, and swiftly reached my right hand under her crotch, shoving the half-fallen banana back deep into her vagina.
We continued walking side by side. Reaching the entrance of a shady park, my wife stopped again, pinched my arm, and made a muffled sound.
I saw her face was flushed, her eyes unfocused, and a thin trickle of semen oozing from the corner of her mouth, hanging like a thin thread from her chin. Knowing she couldn't hold on any longer, I asked, "Shall we go into the park?"
She nodded frantically, her eyes burning with desire.
We entered the park, deliberately choosing secluded spots.
Passing through a dense grove of trees, a brick wall blocked our path.
My wife looked around, then stood facing the wall, hands on the wall, her buttocks sticking out.
I deliberately remained still. My wife grew impatient, freeing one hand to lift her skirt, revealing her smooth, white buttocks and twisting them towards me.
I slowly pulled out my penis, walked behind her, and said, "Let me sodomize you, is that right?"
My wife hummed in response, twisting her hips frantically.
I probed her wet anus with my finger and inserted the head of my penis.
My wife thrust her hips back, and my penis slid in completely. My wife braced herself against the wall, her body moving rapidly back and forth.
I remained still, watching with satisfaction as my penis went in and out of her anus.
Suddenly, my wife's anus spasmed, her whole body trembling violently. Then, she made a gurgling sound, probably swallowing her semen.
Sure enough, after an hour of silence, my wife finally uttered a tearful voice: "My darling, my big-dicked brother, fuck this little bitch's asshole until it's raw!"
I couldn't resist ejaculating into her anus again.
My wife hurriedly wiped the semen that had flowed from her anus into her mouth.
Back home, my wife was ecstatic. She kissed me passionately, her voice trembling as she exclaimed, "It was amazing! So exciting! So...so fucking awesome!" My usually quiet wife, probably using vulgar language for the first time, paused instinctively, then shouted, "From now on, let's do this! Go to public places to masturbate, to fuck each other, to fuck each other's asses, okay, my dearest big-dicked brother?"
I laughed, "That sounds good, but I'm afraid you won't be able to let loose."
My wife snuggled into my arms like a kitten, pouting, "From now on, I'll do whatever you want, as long as it's exciting, nothing else matters."
"It's a deal!" I couldn't help but hug her tightly.
After this thrilling Sunday, our sex life entered a fantastical realm. Our spacious, luxurious three-bedroom apartment was no longer our first choice for making love. Street corners, parks, train stations, cinemas, department stores, buses—the more crowded the place, the more ideal it became for us to taste our forbidden fruit.
It was another day off, and my wife and I boarded a very crowded bus. She wasn't wearing underwear and was only wearing a leather miniskirt that clung to her skin.
The train was so crowded there was barely any room to stand, and I stood pressed against my wife's back. She kept rubbing her round buttocks against my genitals. I couldn't help but reach under her skirt and pinch her wet, trembling labia, rubbing them vigorously. My wife shuddered, pressing her entire body against mine, breathing heavily. Gushes of fluid flowed from her lower body, dripping through my fingers onto the floor. I joined my index, middle, and ring fingers together and slowly inserted them into her vagina, moving them up and down. My wife trembled against my chest as if electrocuted, moaning. Fortunately, the train was noisy and the passengers were loud enough that no one else noticed her. My fingers moved faster and faster, and her trembling became more intense. Finally, unable to bear the torment of pleasure, she let out a piercing scream. All the surrounding passengers stared in astonishment at my wife's flushed, sweaty face. My wife was at a loss, just desperately pulling down her skirt. I quickly pulled my finger away and said, "Excuse me, miss, I stepped on your foot." My wife seized the opportunity to lash out, "You broke my foot! You have to come with me to the hospital for a checkup." Just then, we arrived at a stop, and my wife and I squeezed off the train.
My wife clutched her chest and said, "That really scared me to death!"
"So, were you happy just now?"
"Ugh, why would I make a sound if I wasn't happy?" She paused for a moment and said, "To be honest, I felt like I was ascending to heaven, I couldn't help but shout out."
"You're satisfied, now it's my turn!" I put my arm around my wife, whose legs were wet, and led her into a coffee shop.
Once inside the small private room, as soon as the curtain was lowered, my wife impatiently pulled down my pants and bit my hard penis, sucking on it up and down.
When the waiter brought in two steaming cups of coffee, my wife was already sitting opposite me with semen in her mouth.
I raised my coffee and said, "Drinking your semen with coffee will definitely taste good."
My wife took a big gulp of coffee, swallowing it down with her mouth full of semen, then smacked her lips and said, "Hmm, bitter and fishy, the taste is so weird."
After I finished the last sip of coffee, my wife's body started to writhe restlessly again, and she said in a coquettish voice, "Honey, my pussy feels so empty, I really want something to go in!"
I laughed and said, "Then I'll go buy another banana."
"No, that thing isn't clean, and it's all angular, it won't feel comfortable. I want something exactly like your big cock."
"That's easy! There's a sex shop across the street, they have all kinds of dildos, you can pick any you want!"
"Really! Let's go take a look together." My wife jumped up with joy and pulled me out.
The sex shop was quite large, with hundreds of different types of artificial penises in various lengths, shapes, and colors. My wife was very interested, looking around and picking out more than a dozen to carefully select from the ones on the counter.
The shop owner, a thin woman in her forties, saw my wife's enthusiasm and quickly came over and said, "Looks like you haven't been married long! Hey, young people are always hungry. But generally speaking, men's performance is short, so this is exactly what they need. In foreign countries, this is called an adult toy, and every household has a few."
My wife picked up a dildo with two plastic rods, one thick and one thin, and asked, "Why does this have two rods?"
"This is called a hybrid anal-sexual type. One goes into the vagina, and the other goes into the anus. Women love it, and it sells very quickly." As she explained, the shop owner turned on the electric switch, and the two plastic rods rotated and extended like snakes.
My wife's eyes lit up with excitement. "I'll take this one," she said. "And that one with the bumps, that one twisted like a rope, that one with the pointed tip—I'll take them all!
Wrap them up for me." The shopkeeper, beaming with joy, ran around frantically, bandaging them while mysteriously saying, "There's also a really thick one that women who've had children love. I wonder if you'd be interested?" He then pulled a huge artificial penis from under the counter.
It was at least forty centimeters long and eight or nine centimeters thick, lying proudly on the counter like a donkey's penis.
My wife muttered softly, "I've never had children, how could I need something so thick?"
The shopkeeper coaxed, "After a woman gets married, her vagina becomes looser and looser. You never know when you might need it. It's so uncomfortable when you want it but don't have one on hand!"
I said, "Then let's wrap it up. How much is it in total?"
We carried the bulging bag of dildos home. Turning into a quiet alley, my wife pulled me behind a lush sycamore tree. Lifting her leather skirt, she breathed heavily and said, "Quickly, put that anal-vaginal hybrid in here, I can't take it anymore!"
I pulled out the thing with two plastic dildos from my bag, inserted it into my wife's overflowing lower body, and turned it on. The two dildos buzzed as they rotated and thrust in and out of my wife's anus and vagina.
My wife shakily lowered her skirt, her voice trembling, and said, "Let's...let's go." She then squeezed her legs together and swayed as she walked ahead.
Watching her twisting, swaying buttocks, I excitedly quickened my pace to catch up.
When we reached the building entrance, my wife, as if unsteady on her feet, hooked her arms around my neck and murmured, "My dear man, I'm too weak to walk, carry me upstairs."
I bent down and lifted her boneless body upstairs. My wife curled up in my arms, her tongue licking my face.
As soon as we entered the house, my wife broke free from my embrace, frantically stripping off her already meager wardrobe. She lay back on the bed, frantically rubbing her breasts, screaming, "What an amazing dildo! It's killing me... I'm going to die... Ouch!"
The weather was getting colder, and the women on the street were all wearing bulky winter clothes; short skirts were out of the question. But my clever wife had a solution—she dressed normally on the top, but wore thick wool socks that reached her thighs, and a long cashmere skirt over them—no underwear, so I could insert my hand or penis into her vagina or anus at any time.
Ever since I bought those dildos, every time before we went out, my wife would fill her two orifices with them before taking my arm and going downstairs. Perhaps due to the intense stimulation, her hips writhed more and more violently. Every time we walked side-by-side, her soft hips rhythmically bumped against my thighs, making my heart race and my penis rock hard.
On New Year's Day, my wife got up early as usual, put on heavy makeup, and wore a thick wool dress. Then she lifted her dress, revealing her naked lower body to me, saying, "Good husband, fill this little slut's cunt and asshole."
I deliberately found two large artificial penises and inserted them into her body. My wife, unaware of what was going on, lowered her long dress and said in a seductive voice, "Why am I so swollen today? I'm almost at orgasm before we even leave the house." As she spoke, she put her hands behind her back and said, "Dear husband, tie me up before we go out today."
"How can that be? People will see!" I said, dissatisfied.
"It's okay, just put a coat on me, how can outsiders see?" my wife said coquettishly.
I thought it was a good idea, so I crossed her hands behind her back and tied them tightly with a short rope, then draped a thin wool coat over her shoulders. The long coat covered her bound hands.
My wife tilted her head smugly and said, "How about that? Nobody can see it, right?"
Looking at her graceful figure with her hands behind her back, I couldn't help but give her a big kiss and said, "Even a ghost wouldn't be able to tell. They'd think she was a fashionable young woman who just returned from Hong Kong!"
My wife quickly turned away, scolding, "You're going to ruin my makeup! People will think I'm a young woman who's been gang-raped!" Then, her eyes darted around, and she added, "Fine, I'll pretend to be a young woman who's been gang-raped! You ejaculate in my mouth, and I'll go to the street with you while I'm sucking on it." She knelt down in front of me, opening her lovely red lips.
I was overjoyed and pulled out my penis, shoving it into her mouth.
The street was deserted, with only withered sycamore leaves fluttering in the wind.
My wife, wearing high-heeled boots, walked gracefully ahead, her heavily made-up face attracting frequent glances from the men on the street. I chuckled to myself, "You stupid men, who would have thought that this sexy woman's hands are tied behind her back, two thick, long dildos are inserted into her lower body, and her mouth is full of my semen? You can't even find a way to fuck her!"
Suddenly, my wife stopped, turning back to look at me with pleading eyes.
I hurried to catch up and asked, "What's wrong? Is the dildo about to fall out?"
She nodded vigorously, her lips pressed tightly together.
I waved my hand, and a taxi pulled up beside me. I helped my wife into the car and climbed in myself.
I asked in a low voice, "It's packed in again now, isn't it?"
My wife hummed twice, looking satisfied.
"To Huatian Building," I instructed the driver.
"The road there isn't finished, should we take a detour?" The driver knew the city's roads like the back of his hand. "
It's okay, no need to detour." I specifically wanted to take that road.
The car drove onto a bumpy gravel road, and I didn't let the driver slow down. So the car bounced violently like a small boat in a raging storm. My wife's head would hit the roof of the car, and she would sink deep into the seat, the two large dildos thrusting inside her, making her face turn red, her eyes roll back, she wanted to scream but dared not open her mouth, she could only desperately close her lips, and muffled moans came from deep in her throat.
The kind-hearted driver noticed milky white liquid dripping from the woman's mouth in the rearview mirror and hurriedly said, "Sir, your wife's face is flushed and she's foaming at the mouth. Should we take her to the hospital?"
I chuckled inwardly, but said aloud, "Yes, yes, drive faster."
The car bounced even more violently.
More and more semen dripped from my wife's mouth. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she swallowed it all down with a gulp and then licked the remaining liquid from her chin.
Seeing this, the driver quickly asked, "Madam, are you alright?"
My wife trembled and said, "I'm... fine, thank... thank you!"
On the way home, my wife kept bumping me with her plump buttocks: "You rascal, you're so mean! You've made my asshole drip water, I almost peed! You've wasted so much semen, it's all your fault!"
I laughed and reached under her skirt; sure enough, it was wet. I teased her, "Drinking semen up there and peeing down there. That's good!"
My wife giggled and pushed her breasts up.
Before I knew it, it was Chinese New Year, another seven-day holiday. My wife invited Jenny, her American classmate from college who had shared a room with her for over a year, to our home.
Jenny was in her late twenties, a typical Caucasian woman: blonde hair, blue eyes, a high nose, a wide mouth, tall, voluptuous, with breasts almost the size of my wife's head. She had lived in China for many years but still couldn't speak Chinese, only English. I had studied Japanese since elementary school and now worked for a Japanese company, so my wife translated for us.
After dinner, we chatted for a while, then I suddenly felt sleepy and went back to my bedroom. My wife pulled Jenny into another bedroom.
In the middle of the night, I vaguely heard moaning coming from that room, but I didn't pay much attention, thinking what two women could possibly do, and turned over and went back to sleep.
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I found my wife sitting naked beside my bed, her face flushed.
I quickly pulled her into the bed and asked, "What's wrong with you? Running around naked so early in the morning, aren't you afraid Jenny will laugh at you!"
My wife whispered, "I need to tell you something, but you can't blame me!"
I quickly said, "Go ahead, your dear husband doesn't care about anything."
My wife sighed softly, "You probably already knew the day we first had sex that I wasn't a virgin anymore."
I stammered.
"But no other man has ever touched me except you. I was with Jenny..."
I stared wide-eyed in surprise.
"That was before I met you. Jenny and I shared a double room in the school dormitory. One night, Jenny climbed into my bed naked. Before I could even scream, she stuffed her panties into my mouth, tied my hands behind my back with her bra, then pulled down my panties and put her head between my legs to lick me. I don't know if you noticed, but her tongue was incredibly long, and it could be soft or hard—soft like a snake, hard like a stick. It made my whole body go numb, and I experienced sexual pleasure for the first time… That's when she broke my hymen with her tongue… You won't blame me, will you?"
I hugged her tightly and said, "How could I? If it were a man, I might even be jealous. I only felt excited that a sexy woman like Jenny slept with you. Tell me more, what happened next?"
My wife sighed, her voice rising, "...Later, I couldn't help but twist..." Her buttocks moved in sync with her tongue. She pulled the panties out of my mouth, and I sucked on her nipples relentlessly, making her scream. Then I went to lick her vulva, but unfortunately my tongue wasn't long enough to go in; I could only circle around the entrance of her vagina… We haven't had any physical contact since we met, but we still keep in touch by phone… Yesterday we slept in the same bed and couldn't help but lick each other again… She said you're the most handsome Eastern man she's ever seen, so she wants to have sex with you too… I couldn't resist the temptation, so I came to ask you… If you don't have sex with her, it means you haven't forgiven me yet…”
I quickly said, “Don't talk about forgiveness or not! Jenny was your little husband, and now she's my little wife. We're a perfect match, three bodies in one.”
My wife was overjoyed and clapped her hands, saying, “Come in, please, Jenny.”
The door opened silently, and the tall, plump Jenny appeared in the doorway. She was naked from the waist up, and her two heavy breasts hung down like two sacks in front of her chest. She wore a black garter belt, two black fishnet stockings tightly binding her snow-white thighs, and stiletto heels with half-foot heels. Golden pubic hair and dark red labia were exposed. Her demeanor and attire were exactly like the female protagonist in a pornographic spy film.
Jenny opened her blood-red lips and said, "Don't you think I like the prostitute type="text/javascript">

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