My Wife 1-7

My Wife

Author: caa100 Published on: Spring in the Courtyard

Preface

My wife and I have been married for over seven years. Since having children, the frequency of our intimacy has decreased year by year. Plus, my wife is the kind of woman who pays a lot of attention to detail, so the quality of our sex life has really declined since having children.

Until recently, well, while the children were asleep, I climbed into the bed where my wife and children sleep (Note: My wife and children sleep together). When I had teased her until she was completely aroused, I thought the time was right, so I stopped and whispered in her ear in a conciliatory tone, "Honey, let's do it properly tonight~"

Just that one sentence, and she got angry! Seriously! She told me, "I hate it when people tease me!" Wow, was my request too much? In a fit of anger, I decided to write down my pent-up frustrations here after lurking for so long (Note: But this article isn't based on reality).

I've been reading "Spring in the Courtyard" for so long, I don't know how the points are calculated, but it's been 9 points for several years. I don't even think about going into the VIP areas, I'm already satisfied with just reading a lot of erotic stories. Although I haven't contributed much, I've really been reading for several years. In recent years, stories about cuckoldry have become very popular and the fever hasn't subsided. Wife-swapping and cuckoldry stories have many similarities, so this original piece is supposed to be a little different, I want to try writing something a little different, but... sexual fantasies are sexual fantasies, please don't take them too seriously.

My personal favorite erotic writers are: Liao Liao Liao, Ya Yun, and the first few works of Yi Dian Hong, and many others I've forgotten. By the way, I'm not qualified to compare with these writers, I'm not a professional writer, I'm just a little bored and want to write some original works. If it's not well written, please don't criticize too much, because... it's just an attempt.

(I) An old married

couple has been married for seven years and has one child who is already in elementary school. When they first got married, my wife was practically a virgin. I can say with certainty that I was her first man, she didn't even have experience in satisfying her sexual desires.

I still vividly remember the hesitant look on her face when I took her to a hotel six months before our wedding.

By the way, let me introduce my wife in a cliché way. Her name is Yating, a typical civil servant. She's 157cm tall, with an oval face but clear contours that show she's a woman with personality. She has big eyes, though her eyebrows are rather thick, giving her a somewhat serious look. She weighs 46kg, and after giving birth, her bust size went from a B cup to a C cup, making her a curvaceous, upper-middle-class beauty.

As for me, I work for a private company. Since I obtained a professional technician certificate a year before we got married, I'm basically a consultant for the company. My work is quite easy; I'm only called in when the company needs me.

Speaking of which, after our wedding, from three times a week during our honeymoon to less than once a month now, it's really making me feel frustrated. The problem arose after we had a child. My wife started refusing, citing reasons like being busy with the child and worrying about her. For the past two years, almost every time I asked for sex, I was met with a rebuff. Eventually, she would run away or say she was too tired if I touched her or made any intimate contact.

Because the frequency had dropped so drastically, I personally believe that there can be no true love without sex. Therefore, no matter how much she refused or made excuses, I kept creating opportunities. Even so, I was lucky if we could have sex once a month. Why was there such a big difference? Do long-married couples really all become sexless?

(II) A Turning Point

Finally, one day, a glimmer of hope appeared. It started like this: One day, I asked for sex again and was rejected. I had been rejected so many times that I could no longer tolerate it! According to my wife's rules over the past few years, it's no good if I have to go to work the next day, because I'll be too tired; it's no good during the day, because the kids might wake up from their naps at any time; it's no good if the weather is too cold, because she's afraid of the cold; it's no good if I do too much housework during the day, because she won't be in the mood... When all the conditions are met, I think

I can do it in the evening, but then I see her running off to mop the floor, she just won't give me a chance! Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I yelled at Ting, "Do you remember how long ago we last made love? Let me tell you, I'm going to go to a prostitute right now. You can't just sit there and not do anything, can you? I'm going to go out and buy a woman right now!"

Ting wasn't going to back down either: "I help you take care of the kids and do housework, and you still have the mood to do it? You're just too idle~"

This wasn't the first time she'd said this, and I couldn't possibly go out and buy a prostitute, because I knew that if I really did, my wife, who is usually a clean freak, would have even more excuses not to have sex with me in the future. At that moment, I was angry and couldn't think of anything to say back to her, so I retorted in a huff, "I'd rather marry a promiscuous woman than a cold-hearted woman like you!" What came to mind then was the cuckoldry-themed fiction that's been popular in recent years.

In fact, human society instills too many dogmas and norms, and the result of being exposed to them from a young age is a tendency to act without critical thinking about right and wrong. Monogamy is a prime example. Everyone knows what male sexual desire is; how many men can resist a beautiful woman stripping naked and wanting to sleep with them? But since ancient times, social customs have taught women to be devoted to their husbands and children, and to remain faithful to one man until death. The cuckoldry-themed fiction seems to be a rebellious trend against this unwritten code of conduct.

Hearing me say this, Ting, not to be outdone, replied, "If I get the chance, I'll find a handsome guy, and you won't regret it!"

Hearing her say that, I actually felt a little hopeful. To be honest, I'm afraid she'll really become indifferent if things continue like this. Plus, after reading so many erotic novels, my mind is already quite open-minded. So as long as she still loves me, I'm actually quite magnanimous (at least that's what I think for now; if I actually meet her, the feeling might not be the same as what I'm thinking now).

So I replied to her, "Go ahead, I hope someone wants this ugly freak!" (Note: I said this to deliberately provoke her. Ting's appearance and figure are at least above average. If you call her ugly, then there aren't many beautiful women in the world.)

When I said this, Ting was stunned for a moment, then her face suddenly turned very ugly. Then she picked up her bag, put on a coat, grabbed her car keys, and went out. She didn't get home until very late that day, and I didn't want to ask her because I knew she wouldn't give me a good look.

(III) Lustful Outburst

Since the day I argued with my wife, I felt more and more depressed. It had been almost a month since we had sex, but I always avoided her when I saw her. I was really full of lust with nowhere to vent. Since the child was sent to grandma's house today, it was just my wife and me at home. She was downstairs watching TV, and I ignored her, lying alone in the bedroom, thinking about how docile and sexy Ya-ting was before we got married.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the sexy panties hanging on the hanger. They were semi-transparent in the important areas. Although I never questioned why some of her panties looked so tacky while others were so sexy, I couldn't help but start thinking. Did Ya-ting wear such sexy panties to work? Could it be that she…?

But I immediately dismissed the idea, because besides work, Ya-ting was with the child; she shouldn't have had time to cheat.

It had been so long since we'd done it, and looking at Ya-ting's sexy panties, I felt even more aroused. Then I remembered some erotic stories I'd read before, about men using women's sexy lingerie to relieve themselves. Since my wife wouldn't do it with me, at least I could use her lingerie for some "fun," right?

So I went over and took the most transparent pair of panties from her sexy lingerie, held them to my nose and smelled them. Mmm, they smelled nice. I imagined I was kissing her vulva, just like I used to do with Ting when we were making love. Every time, I would lick her vulva until she begged me to lick it deeper, and only after I couldn't help myself would I get my hands on her.

Unfortunately, there are too many changes in the genitals now, so I can only imagine it myself. Unconsciously, I was already licking the very tip of her panties with my tongue. I felt I couldn't take it anymore; I wanted even greater sexual stimulation. Even without the genitals, I could at least use her panties.

Then I thought about how it was done in the erotic stories I'd read. I remembered one story, a rather unusual one, about a husband secretly wearing his wife's sexy clothes. At that moment, I only wanted revenge for my wife's cruelty and also wanted to seek a perverse thrill. So I took off my clothes and tried to put on my wife's sexy panties… smaller than I imagined, but very elastic, so although a little tight, I successfully put them on.

At that moment, I only thought about revenge for my wife's frigidity and a distorted, perverse pleasure. I touched my erect penis through the panties; that stimulation felt like revenge against my wife. My hand touched my penis, my right hand pulling it out of my tight briefs, grasping the glans and stroking it up and down… A perverse pleasure brought me close to ejaculation.

Suddenly, the door opened, and my wife, who had been watching TV downstairs, was now standing in the doorway. She came in, her expression not displeased, but smiling at me: “Does this feel good? Do you want me to help you?”

Then Ting walked in, suddenly squatted down, and took my penis deep into her mouth, swallowing it forcefully several times…

I was already close to ejaculating on my own, and with Ting's sudden stimulation, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated after only a few strokes. Ting hadn't expected me to come so quickly, and because she had it so deep, she couldn't spit it out in time and swallowed all my semen.

This made me a little embarrassed, because in all our years of marriage, I had never asked her to swallow my semen, yet today she swallowed it without hesitation. And Ting clearly wasn't ready to stop. She leaned her upper body against my chest, her cherry-like lips, still carrying the scent of my semen, whispering in my ear, "Ling, you look so good dressed like this. I want you to wear this and fuck me." (Note: My name contains the character Ling, so I'll use "Ling" here as my wife's way of addressing me.)

I was truly flattered. My God! Was this the wife who had seemed almost frigid not long ago? Ting leaned down again, taking my penis into her mouth once more. Unable to resist her passion, my penis quickly became erect again.

I raised my long-dormant penis and quickly stripped Ting naked. Her pubic hair was already overflowing. I thrust in... Ting held me tightly with both arms: "Ling... harder, I want more..."

"Ahhh..." Ting craved my penis tonight, just like on our wedding night, and it didn't end until she had orgasmed three times.

Ting's unusual enthusiasm today flattered me, but regardless, I finally got to taste my wife's sexy and passionate body again. I really wish she could be like this every day.

Afterwards, I kept thinking about what made Ting so aroused.

(IV) My wife's sexual

orientation. I kept thinking about what happened that day and came to the conclusion that my seemingly serious wife might feel sexually aroused if she saw me wearing her underwear. To prove it, the next night after the children fell asleep, I secretly went to her wardrobe and took another pair of her sexy underwear. This time, it was a bright red one with transparent sides.

I took off my pants, slowly put on her panties, then put on a bathrobe and climbed into bed next to her. Based on my experience from the past few months, if I climbed into bed and touched her at this time, she would definitely give me a hard time. So I slowly moved closer and hugged her from behind...

Sure enough, Ting looked displeased when I woke her up. Before she could lash out, I quickly pulled her right hand down to my crotch. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly a strange smile appeared on her face: "Ling, why are you wearing my underwear again~" She patted her son next to her to make sure he was asleep, then got up and beckoned to me. I followed her quietly to the next room. (Note: If the son is woken up, there's nothing to do.)

The next room was a guest room, but it was usually empty. As soon as Ting led me there, she threw herself at me and said coquettishly: "Ling, you're dressed like this again. Let me take a closer look."

After saying that, she turned on the light and stared at my penis, which was bulging out of her panties, as if it were something interesting. Then Ting suddenly hugged me and kissed me passionately... Oh my god! Just as I expected, my wife gets excited when she sees me wearing her underwear!

After a passionate kiss, Yating told me to sit in front of the vanity, then winked at me playfully and said, "Honey, I'll do your makeup again, you'll look even better." I was already in a bind, so I did as she said. Yating

quickly grabbed her whole bunch of beauty tools: eyebrow trimmer, leg shaving cream, powder… a whole bunch. With each item she took out, her face grew even more flushed with desire. Finally, she even pulled out a wig.

She applied powder to my face, trimmed my eyebrows, and then grabbed one of her sexy nightgowns for me to wear. After I finished my makeup as she wished, she looked at me, constantly caressing my breasts, then suddenly lowered her head and took my already erect penis into her mouth, sucking and swallowing it repeatedly, almost reaching the base each time.

This piston-like motion lasted for five minutes. I couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly pressed Ting's head down. Then my glans tightened, and I ejaculated. However, since I had ejaculated many times yesterday, the amount today was relatively small.

I saw Ting greedily licking the remaining semen from her lips... I couldn't believe that Ting was still as passionate as yesterday. I couldn't help but

feel a surge of pride. I had finally found a way to arouse my serious wife's sexual desire! But Ting obviously didn't want to end it. She gently hugged me. Because she had dressed me up like a woman, I felt a little strange, but Ting obviously appreciated my appearance. She breathed into my ear with her cherry-like lips: "Ling, come over here and look in the mirror."

I was half-pulled by Ting to the large mirror in the guest room. I was stunned for a moment. Although I didn't look beautiful in the mirror, my wife's makeup skills were superb. She applied powder to my face, making it impossible to see the roughness of my skin. With the shaping of my eyebrows and the wig, plus my naturally elegant oval face, I really looked like a tall beauty from a distance.

Looking at me in the mirror, my wife became even more aroused. She pulled down her panties from under her robe, revealing her proud C-cup breasts and the thick, dark bush below. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, then suddenly pressed down on me.

I instinctively knew she wanted me to squat down, so I lowered myself, following her force, gradually pressing my head towards her private area. I felt the extreme stimulation. I obediently extended my tongue and probed into her most sensitive spot. As my tongue entered, she let out a soft moan, then "Ah... Ling... faster... deeper..."

I teased her, "Ting, if you don't open your mouth wider, how can I kiss your little sister?"

Ting pressed my head down even harder, "Ah... Ling, I want you to kiss my little sister..."

Then she spread her legs even wider... Under my vigorous tongue penetration, Ting's first orgasm of the day came from my oral service.

Tonight, Ting's passion was even more unstoppable than last night. Even after her climax, she was clearly not satisfied. This was the first time since our marriage that I believed the medical reports that "women can have more than one orgasm."

Ting pushed me onto the bed almost roughly, gently sucking on my nipples with her tongue, her hands roaming over my sensitive areas. It felt a bit like a thirsty man assaulting a beautiful woman, but as long as Ting had overcome her frigidity, this proactive approach was an unimaginable paradise for me.

Ting kept thirstily reaching her hands inside my (or rather, her) sexy clothes, and used the deepest oral service to make me keep coming... until I couldn't come any more.

Afterwards, I kissed Yating contentedly, and she nestled against me tenderly. But I was still bothered by her change in the past two days. Taking advantage of her good mood, I asked her, "Ting, why do you look so different when I dress like this?"

Ting seemed to realize she'd been too passionate and had anticipated my question. She playfully flicked my forehead with her finger and gave me a coquettish glare. "What, don't you men all love a woman's wantonness? Isn't this just what you want?"

I knew I couldn't force her to answer if she didn't want to, but I really wanted to get to the bottom of it, so I stammered, "That's right! As long as I can keep you this wanton… um, I mean sexy, I'm willing to sacrifice anything. But I really want to know, don't you think you've changed too much?"

Ting, perhaps still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, seemed particularly considerate. She playfully said, "Then you have to promise that I'll arrange things in this way from now on. If you can guarantee that I'll only be more wanton than tonight…" "More sexy, more like the wanton woman you desire."

I immediately jumped out of bed, raised my hand high, and said earnestly, "I, Fang Ziling, swear that from now on, my wife will arrange everything in our sex life, and I will never break my vow. If I do, may I be struck by lightning!" My wife was startled by my immediate serious reaction (Note: Fang Ziling is the name of the protagonist in this story). Actually, I had been really frightened by her "frigidity" these past few months, so how could I not seize this opportunity and not give her a chance to back out?

Ting was only surprised for a moment, and then I could tell that she was genuinely amused by what I had done. Then Ting immediately covered my mouth with her soft little hand, coquettishly scolding, "You, what do you mean by 'struck by lightning'? Would I be living the life of a widow

then? You're not allowed to make such oaths anymore!" But I could tell she was very happy.

However, I was still a little worried, so I carefully asked, "Ting, but you have to promise that you love me the most."

Ting snuggled into my arms shyly and said, "If I don't love you, who else would I love? Don't worry, you are the most beloved and important man in my heart."

Ting also told me later why she was more moved when she saw me wearing her clothes, especially the more feminine I dressed.

It turned out that Ting had a crush on a senior in high school. She was very gentle and affectionate, and also did well in her studies. According to Ting, once when she went to the senior's house to discuss her studies, because her wife was more proactive, she and the senior caressed each other. However, since neither of the girls was a virgin, it ended without anything going on. However, Ting couldn't sleep all night afterward, and that feeling was deeply etched in Ting's memory.

One reason Ting chose me among so many suitors was because I looked very refined, and my face shape and features were somewhat similar to that senior from high school. Although it had been a long time, yesterday when she saw me wearing her underwear, Ting quickly associated me with her senior from high school.

Of course, I was a little worried that Ting might not love me anymore, or even love her former senior more, so I asked her: "Ting, do you still love that senior now?"

Ting didn't hesitate: "What I feel for you is love, but the feeling I got from that senior back then was a kind of carnal stimulation. Besides, she was a woman, and I'm not a lesbian. It was just a pure, fantastical feeling of love between a junior and senior in high school."

And tonight, we decided on the basic principles for our future sex life:

1. Before having sex with Ting, I must dress as a woman.

2. I must follow Ting's instructions and do the whitening and skincare routine she taught me every day.

3. She had to take the lead in matters of sex, and I had to absolutely obey her instructions. If I didn't, Ting could refuse to have sex with me.

Then, a few days later, Ting gave me a bottle of face cream and a lot of facial care products. It was obvious that they were high-end products that Ting had just bought. There were products to remove blackheads and products to make the skin soft and white. Ting patiently taught me and even personally did my face for me in the following days.

I couldn't help but ask her, "Wife, will you love me more if I do my face?" My wife smiled and kissed me, "Love, I want you to do your face and do 'that' with me every day." Then she blushed and ran away.

At this moment, I was really satisfied. I really wanted my wife's passion to continue these past few days. As long as my wife could maintain this sexiness, it was no big deal for me to wear my wife's clothes or do my face.

(V) My wife's training (1)

After my wife regained her interest in sex, she required me to do my skin care every day and checked my progress every day, including whether I had shaved my leg hair, whether I had cleaned my skin on time, etc. Then, after she finished checking at night, she would passionately demand my penis.

But gradually... I noticed that my wife was increasingly enjoying taking the lead in sex, and our sex life was gradually becoming more and more dominated by her, moving closer and closer to BDSM. My wife clearly has the makings of a Dominant, and the level of humiliation she inflicts on me during sex is constantly escalating. It seems that Ting can only achieve greater sexual satisfaction by constantly humiliating me. A month later, our sex life has changed significantly.

Today, before going to work, Ya-ting still reminded me to take care of my skin on time. Since my job requires me to spend most of my time at home and not go to the office, I've recently gotten used to this lifestyle: Ya-ting goes to work while I do my homework at home as she instructs me, and then I look forward to her coming home and our intense sex life.

However, starting last week, before leaving home, Ting not only checks and instructs me on my whitening skincare routine, but also gives me a bottle of pills to take every day. I was initially reluctant to take over-the-counter medications, but Ting repeatedly emphasized that they contained high-grade placental extract, which would make whitening more effective and good for my health. Plus, Ting always commanded me like a queen at night, so for both personal and professional reasons, I had no choice but to obey her instructions and take the medication.

Today, Ting got home from work close to six. This month, we've been playing dress-up and queen games almost every day after Ting gets off work, and today was no exception.

When Ting got home, she saw me wearing her sexy underwear and a very realistic female wig. My eyebrows had been shaped by Ting into long, elegant lines. As soon as Ting closed the door, she eagerly reached down to touch my crotch. My penis, unfortunately, was only semi-erect. Lately, perhaps because we do it every day, my penis is always only semi-erect, but Ting said she prefers it this way.

Then Ting started licking my penis and swallowing my testicles, licking all the way to my anus… Lately, Ting has been particularly fond of licking my anus, something I never imagined before. Then Ting stopped and said in a commanding tone, "Ling, come and lick Tingting's little mouth!" I obediently moved my mouth closer and licked Tingting's peach garden cave, my tongue automatically slipping between the two labia and going deeper into the cave.

But today was different; Tingting's craving seemed even stronger. She suddenly ordered me, "Ling, go and get the teacup from that coffee table over there!" I didn't know what Tingting wanted to do, so I went and picked up a cup that could hold about 500cc of tea.

I saw Tingting with one leg straddling a small chair, her legs wide open, her eyes filled with lust. I knew from her eyes that she wanted to seek higher stimulation and try something new. Sure enough, after Tingting took the cup from me, I heard a "splish-splash" sound. Tingting had actually urinated in front of me, and she caught most of the urine in the cup.

Just as she was finishing urinating, I heard Ting command me in a coquettish voice, "Ling, come and catch it, don't let the pee drip onto the ground." I hurriedly put my mouth to hers and caught the remaining urine, and then licked her genitals clean.

Ting's constant innovation and sadism were addictive, giving me immense stimulation and pleasure each time.

When I finished cleaning Ting's urethra, she looked at me with a smile, holding a cup of steaming urine. She approached and embraced me with her left arm. Suddenly, she brought her mouth to the rim of the cup and took a small sip, her eyes filled with lust. Then she brought her red lips to mine, and without hesitation, I brought mine to hers, sucking her "golden fluid" as if drinking the finest wine.

Then Ting handed me the cup and commanded, "Drink it all!" Hearing her commanding tone, I felt as if I'd been electrocuted; my semi-erect penis twitched twice before I ejaculated. I picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

==

...

To be honest, after Ting's guidance lately, coupled with my daily anticipation of our sexual encounters and my fear that Ting would revert to her previous frigidity, I've been very diligent. I've even searched online for information on cosmetics and beauty products. With Ting's daily checks, my skin is now much better than before, especially my face; my pores have shrunk, and my skin is smoother and softer.

The second part is something new that was added today: Ting has started making me diet. I can only eat a fixed amount of fruits, vegetables, and low-fat foods for my three meals a day. Ting even added a special line at the end:

"Ling, you can only drink 500cc of water today. If you dare to drink more than that, see if I'll talk to you anymore! From your loving wife."

So, with a feeling of unease, I haven't dared to drink too much water since early morning and have been following Ting's diet for my three meals. It seems Ting wants me to lose weight. Speaking of which, I have to describe my appearance a little: I'm 165cm tall and weigh 57kg, a standard build, and I'd say I'm fair-skinned and refined. I'm just not very tall, but because my face is quite delicate for a guy, I'm considered quite good-looking despite my height.

As mentioned earlier, it's because I'm too delicate-looking that my wife associates me with her high school senior.

Although I'm a bit thin, I'm still relatively robust compared to women, so yesterday my wife said that my face looks like a girl with makeup, but my waist is too thick. It seems Ting really wants to make me look exactly like her senior.

When it was almost time for Ting to get off work, I heard her car drive into the garage, and my heart started pounding.

As soon as Ting entered, we passionately kissed. This feeling was even stronger than our honeymoon; I truly felt like I was in heaven! I'm certain that the nightmare of my wife's frigidity is over for the past few years. I've also fully grasped the key element of Ting's emotional connection: I must obey, obey my wife to the best of my ability, including imitating her senior and becoming her sex slave, allowing Ting to enjoy the greatest dominance in sex.

I'm willing to do all of this. I think perhaps only readers who have also experienced my wife's frigidity can truly understand this feeling!

As soon as Ting entered the room, her serious office worker face instantly transformed into a seductive, languid woman. Ting hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Sister Ling, I've been thinking about you all day at work." (Note: I forgot to mention, my wife stipulates that if you're going to learn something, you have to learn the whole thing. When she wants to do it, she has to call me "Sister Ling" because her senior's name contains the character "Ling," which sounds like my name, Ling.)

Then, Ting blushed and whispered even softer in my ear, "I haven't been to the bathroom all day~

Sister Ling, you must be very thirsty, right?"

My heart was pounding. So this was the moment Ting had forbidden me from drinking water all morning! The humiliation and excitement made me kneel down almost without thinking and, in the most submissive posture, pull off Ting's work skirt. Then I pulled her panties down to her knees and, kneeling like that, greedily licked Ting's lips with the tip of my tongue.

Ting leaned against the door, and just as I brought my mouth close to my wife's other small mouth and began to suckle, I heard Ting groan from deep in her throat: "Mmm~~ Sister Ling, I'm peeing... Ah~~" Then a powerful stream of urine gushed out of my wife's urethra, and I desperately caught it with my mouth and swallowed it in large gulps

...

My wife's pee lasted for almost thirty seconds before it stopped, and although I had caught about 80% of the urine, quite a bit still dripped down my chin onto the ground.

Just after Ting finished urinating, she suddenly looked at me with the most lewd expression and suddenly raised her right foot. Ting wore slightly high heels to work, and at this moment, Ting stepped on my head with her high heel. Then I felt Ting's right foot begin to exert force on me. I heard Ting give her first official command after getting home from work that day: "Sister Ling, lick the pee off the floor!" Then I obediently let Ting's high heel press my head to the floor, licking up every last drop of pee.

After licking, Ting lay on the sofa, one jade leg touching the ground and the other jade leg resting on the back of the chair, her legs spread wide, completely exposing the thick pubic hair and the vulva of her private parts. As soon as I saw this, I automatically went over and knelt down between Ting's legs. I knew that Ting wanted me to serve her with my tongue.

I lovingly licked the already overflowing entrance of Ting's vagina with the tip of my tongue. I saw that Ting's entrance was opening and closing, and the two labia were already swollen into two large pieces. The small bud at the top was also protruding and erect. I knew that Ting had entered the most passionate state. In

this situation, I sometimes licked the tip of the bud, sometimes inserted my tongue deep into the hole, and sometimes swept across the entrance.

Then , with my oral service and Ting's soft moans and groans, Ting reached the climax. === ... Lately, I've been getting erections less and less, but my skin is getting better and better, more and more like a woman's skin. And because I've been controlling my food intake, my weight has dropped to around 53 kilograms, and I've even developed a waistline, which isn't a problem. But I've noticed I'm starting to develop female breasts. This phenomenon is usually seen , but I've noticed my breasts are gradually developing. Although they're not very big, they feel a bit like the breasts of a primary school girl just starting to develop. I suspect it's the pill that's causing this, so tonight I tentatively asked Ting, "Ting, where did you buy that pill you gave me? Are there any side effects? Lately, I feel like my breasts seem to be getting bigger."

When Ting heard my question, she understood my meaning and her expression immediately turned displeased: "Sister Ling, your breasts are too small. Wouldn't it be better if I helped you make them bigger?"

Hearing Ting say this, I realized it really was because of the drug, and that Ting had done it on purpose, which I found hard to accept: "Ting... why did you make me take this? I'm a man! What would a man's breasts look like if they were bigger?"

Ting didn't answer immediately, but suddenly leaned closer and licked my nipple with her fragrant tongue (Note: I was already dressed up, wearing Ting's sexy panties and pajamas). Stimulated by her tongue, I began to moan and groan like a girl.

When she put her hand inside my panties, she suddenly thrust her index finger into my anus, inserting a section of her finger. Whenever Ting used this trick, I didn't know the principle behind it, but I would always fantasize about being Ting's senior at that moment, that is, the Ling-sister I subconsciously imitated would suddenly take over my self.

At this point, Ting would always try to entice me: "Sister Ling, you're so lewd! Do you want a big cock inside you?" And every time this happened, I couldn't bear the immense stimulation of self-humiliation and would have extremely self-destructive thoughts, panting with almost womanly moans: "Ting, Sister Ling wants a man, wants a big cock, I want..."

But today, after I asked that, Ting seemed unhappy. She suddenly removed her fingers from my panties and said in a commanding tone: "Sister Ling, I'll take you outside for a stroll today!"

Hearing Ting say this, I was startled. Did Ting want me to go out dressed like this? So I stammered cautiously, "Ting, you're not going to make me dress like this..."

Ting glared at me, revealing a strange smile, "Of course not, my dear Ling-jie, if you dress like this, I guarantee you'll be raped before you even get out of this shop!" She then laughed smugly, "Don't you know that thanks to my efforts this month, you're now a real beauty?"

With that, Ting dragged me to her wardrobe and started choosing a slightly puffy pale yellow dress, plus a light jacket... After Ting's quick dressing, I was transformed into an elegant beauty in a dress and short skirt.

Looking in the mirror, I couldn't help but admire the effort Ting had put into me this month. Plus, because of the pills, my normally flat chest had been artificially enhanced with a cleavage by Ting using a bra she'd somehow bought. I was confident that even acquaintances wouldn't recognize me in this outfit.

Then Ting put on a coat and tossed me the car keys: "Ling, let's go to McDonald's." I was startled by her suggestion and stammered, "Ting, McDonald's is so crowded, I really don't dare..."

Ting smiled and kissed my lips, which I had just applied lipstick to, and said with a laugh, "You're worried too? Don't you men love seeing us girls without underwear in crowded places?"

Hearing her say that, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. To be honest, I had thought about that scenario before, but I had never actually done it. My wife seemed to understand men's psychology; it seemed my wife also secretly read erotic articles...

While my mind was wandering, I had already gotten into the car with my wife. Fortunately, it was nighttime, and McDonald's had a drive-thru, so with a guilty conscience, I dressed in women's clothing and followed my wife to the McDonald's drive-thru.

When I arrived at window number one, the waiter was a part-time worker who looked like a college student. He obviously couldn't tell I was dressed up and asked in a formulaic way, "Miss, what order would you like?" Just as I hesitated, my wife grabbed the order from the passenger seat: "I want six ice cream cones, and I'll put them in a bag."

So I quickly took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the part-time worker.

Before leaving, the part-time worker gave me another look. I don't know if it was because my wife's makeup skills made me look pretty, or if he noticed something was wrong. And so, we got home without any surprises.

When we got home, I noticed Ting's cheeks were flushed. Judging from her expression, I knew she found tonight's adventure very exciting, and this had aroused her desire. Then Ting asked me to put six ice cream cones in the freezer first, and then she went into the bathroom alone, doing something. A little while later, I heard Ting's voice coming from the bathroom: "Ziling, come in and help me."

I was curious. Given Ting's aroused expression earlier, she should have been about to "torture" me as soon as we got home, but instead, she was asking for my help in the bathroom. So I went in as she instructed and found that Ting had already taken off her skirt and stockings. There was a basin on the floor with some things on it. I went closer and saw that it was an enema kit and medicine.

I was stunned for a moment: "Ting, are you constipated?" Ting, embarrassed by my blunt question, tapped me on the back with her little fist: "What kind of question is that?"

"You're the one with constipation!"

Then she pulled me... "What are you looking at? Hurry up and help her!"

It was only then that I realized Ting wanted me to do an enema for her. This was truly a novel experience. I'd only ever seen similar scenes in Japanese adult films before. I never imagined Ting would actually ask me to do it for her. Just thinking about Ting's panting and gasping expression made my penis drool and become semi-erect (Note: because of the medicine Ting gave me, it's been semi-erect lately).

I swallowed hard. Ting held onto the small bathroom chair, her buttocks facing me. So, I imitated the method I'd seen in adult films, aiming a ball of enema fluid at Ting's anus and slowly squeezing it in. While squeezing, I asked, "Ting, isn't this too fast?"

Ting glanced back at me, her face completely flushed. It was clear she was very excited. She whispered, a little embarrassed, "No, continue. Stop when I say stop."

Before the second ball was even finished, Ting's expression suddenly changed: "Ah~~, Ling, it's done, you can go out now."

Not knowing what was going on, I obediently followed my wife's instructions and went out. Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, I

heard the sound of diarrhea, followed by Ting's intoxicating moans, and then the sound of her flushing. When Ting opened the door, I couldn't help but hug her and kiss her affectionately. Ting gave me a charming look: "Ling, don't you think it smells bad?"

I quickly shook my head: "As long as it's Ting, I won't think it smells bad. You smell the best from head to toe." Ting was happy to hear me say that and kept asking me several times: "Really?" At this moment, Ting gave me a mischievous look: "Then I want you to swear again." Otherwise, I wouldn't have known my wife was suddenly so serious if I didn't let you out today. But I had no choice but to immediately swear very solemnly: "I, Fang Ziling, swear that anything on Ting, no matter what it is, is the best smell, absolutely not smelly. If I dare to complain that my wife's things smell bad, I am willing to accept the most severe punishment from my wife."

My wife was obviously very happy with my oath: "Ziling, you said it yourself, if you dare to complain about anything on me smelling bad, I'll never sleep with you again."

Just thinking about my wife's previous coldness made me immediately and hurriedly promise, how could I dare disobey her?

Then Ting affectionately wrapped her arms around my neck, her cherry lips deeply pressed against mine, and we kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's roots as deeply as possible. I could feel how much Ting wanted and loved me.

Ting guided me to sit on the edge of the bed, and she naturally lay down on the bed like an autumn maiden. I knew the main event of the night was about to begin.

I followed Ting onto the bed. As usual, the first thing I did was to bring my head close to Ting's alluring triangle, searching for the fleshy crevice amidst the soft pubic hair. Ting was clearly more aroused tonight; her shapely legs clamped my head between them, forcing it as close as possible to her alluring clitoris. In this situation, I could only desperately lick and suck at an extremely fast pace on Ting's clitoris and the small, protruding bud. As Ting's moans grew louder and louder, she suddenly told me to stop: "Ling, you... ah... no, pause for a moment. I need you to go to the refrigerator and get that ice cream."

I was stunned for a moment... Why would Ting want ice cream at this time? Although McDonald's waffle cone ice cream is quite delicious, what if I only made it halfway?

But I dared not disobey Ting's wishes, so I ran to get the ice cream at top speed. When I brought it back, I saw that Ting had somehow gotten a basin and a huge syringe. Actually, calling it a syringe was more like calling it a giant water gun. I looked at it and... I couldn't help but ask Ting, dumbfounded, "Wife, what's this...?"

My wife was even more excited at this point, her whole face flushed, and she breathed, "Ling, quickly put the ice cream into that syringe!" I vaguely understood what my wife wanted to do, but the overwhelming thrill and humiliation made it impossible for me to refuse. It was as if a wicked demon was urging me to experience and enjoy this humiliation.

Following Ting's instructions, I quickly filled the syringe with ice, then slowly and gently brought the nozzle to Ting's anus, like an enema.

Ting let out a series of low moans, and as I injected the ice cream into her body, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated. My sexy panties were half-soaked. After I had injected all the ice into Ting,

I saw that she was also burning with desire. Ting climbed onto me naked, slowly pressing me down. I was forced to lie on the floor by Ting, who said in an almost sobbing tone, " "Ling, do you know I was afraid you'd find me smelly, so I cleaned my belly completely, and even bought you your favorite ice cream... All of this is for you, you can't go back on your word~~"

Then Ting nestled against my chest, gazing at me affectionately: "Ling, I want you to say it again, everything Ting'er has smells good, including Ting'er's poop, Ling, say it once, quick!"

Seeing Ting's almost climaxing expression and tone, I almost didn't think twice: "As long as it's Ting'er's body, even Ting'er's poop will be the most fragrant and delicious thing in the world."

After hearing me say this, Ting immediately sat her butt on my face, bringing her anus close to my face, while Ting's mouth wasn't idle either, constantly lightly biting and licking my semi-erect penis through my panties.

I looked closely at Ting's anus, and saw it contracting continuously, as if something was about to come out, and then there was a groan from Ting: "Ah, Ling, it's coming out, you have to catch it..."

Then, I saw the white, semi-solid ice cream slowly trickling out of Ting's anus. I knew this humiliation was something I had never experienced before, but this act that broke all social norms aroused my greatest perverted desires. I couldn't wait for the white ice cream to come out before I immediately used my tongue to scoop it up, and I even tried to use the tip of my tongue to try and probe into Ting's anus. Under my stimulation, the white ice cream came out even faster, and there was even a faint yellowish-brown mixed in, but I greedily licked it all up.

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Hmm, I wonder if this post is too disgusting? But I think this is the most erotic... I wonder if anyone guessed what I was going to write when I wrote about going to the drive-thru to buy ice cream? Thank

you so much for the many readers' responses, they were all very kind. Thankfully no one said my writing was bad, otherwise it would have been really embarrassing, especially since I've read so many works by masters here these past two days. Their skill in detailed description really makes me ashamed. I just wanted to try and express the extent to which I can express sensual erotic literature. Usually, this level is beyond what someone like me, who focuses on flower arrangement and temperament, can express. So this is a very superficial attempt.

Regarding the opinions of many senior members, I'd also like to respond here, hoping everyone won't feel that reading my work is a waste of time.

1) Thank you to the moderator, Benxiang, for the layout. It's the first time I've realized how hard moderators work, and I also know that there are kind people here who help with layout when you create content. It's really heartwarming. 2) tojxv: Thank you so much for your encouragement. Your encouragement will motivate me to finish this as soon as possible. However, it seems like I have too much to express, and it's getting longer and longer… I haven't thought much about the title yet; perhaps I'll think about it more carefully after I finish this work. 3) to a: Thank you so much for your encouragement.

4) to Chense: I'm really grateful that you appreciate my "not very good" writing style.

5) to Mufasa: Reporting to Elder Mu, the argument and coldness at the beginning of my story were indeed based on my current situation, that is, I was sexually frustrated, which is why I wanted to write a very erotic story. But the sexy part later on is entirely my "fantasy". So your wife is better. She's just "feeling awkward", not actually cold. You're very lucky.

6) Brianlu: You're very insightful. I remember a few months ago, my wife bought a very nice pair of high heels. She was in a good mood that day and took the initiative to say that she wanted to wear those shoes to have sex with me. Seeing my usually dignified wife wearing a new pair of slightly high heels was really exciting. And when we were having sex, she would occasionally deliberately step on my fleshy parts with her heels. It hurt a little but not too much. I think that has a bit of a masochistic feel to it. These experiences serve as references or simulated scenarios for my novel writing. Of course, the situations in the story are exaggerated, because fantasy doesn't cost money, so of course it has to be exaggerated.

7) tohiren84: I believe everyone's sexual fantasies are different, and preferences are different too. I'm very simple; I just want to write what I think is the most erotic story. But thank you for your comment. 8) toa7502010123: Thank you for your comment as well, but I can only finish this story based on my own fantasies.

9) tofirstivy: Thank you for your praise. Actually, I don't want to imagine a story about a middle-aged fat man with a big belly being abused by a woman. That kind of story would be disgusting. So I can only guarantee that the male protagonist in the story is a "beauty," a beautiful man, and the wife in the story is a "dignified yet lewd" beauty, a beautiful woman. That way, the image won't be too scary! Imagine He Lixiu from Korea; that should be acceptable!

10) tomark80064: Yes, I did it on purpose because I wanted to turn the male lead into a beauty. Thank you for your praise and guidance. 11) to oyster sauce: Thank you for your comment, I think it counts as a compliment! Thank you very much. 12) to zeijiu: Thank you for your praise, I really don't deserve it. 13) toalianmizao: What a coincidence, I also wrote the first two chapters based on my recent sex life and unsatisfied desires, and the later ones were fictional. You saw right through me.

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