Couple's Sexual Encounters

My husband and I have been married for four years. We are both ordinary office workers, an ordinary couple, busy making a living like any other ordinary family. But after the busyness, we have our own sweet and romantic time together, and naturally, we had our baby.

Since the baby arrived, my mother-in-law came to help take care of the child, so my husband and I have become incredibly infrequent, maybe once a month. It's inconvenient without the privacy of our previous time together, and since my mother-in-law sleeps lightly and doesn't sleep much, we can't be too open about it.

Before what I'm about to tell you, we haven't made love for almost a month. I guess my husband is suffering a lot because he's mentioned more than once that he wants to go to places like Home Inn or Super 8, but we haven't had the chance because of work.

This is a weekend, and thankfully, neither of us has to work overtime, so we have two days together. He probably couldn't resist anymore. From the moment he got home, he kept making little moves, touching my legs whenever he had the chance, rubbing my breasts whenever he could, and even pinning me against the stairwell wall and kissing me for ages while we were going upstairs together, only running home when he heard someone coming upstairs. But the baby was fussy that night, so we couldn't do anything.

On Saturday night, probably because we were introducing solid foods, the baby kept waking up and we had to soothe him, leaving my husband and me exhausted. Finally, the baby settled down, and it was already past 1 a.m. My husband was fast asleep, and I went online for a while before going to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a familiar large hand touching my breast. I was still half asleep and too lazy to move. After a while, that hand slipped inside my underwear and quickly found my clitoris and started rubbing it. Now I couldn't sleep anymore.

"Stop it, I want to sleep," I protested.

"You go to sleep." "I'm

sleepy," I continued to protest. "Ah!" Suddenly, my husband inserted his fingers inside.

I endured the waves of stimulation coming from below, turned my head to look at the baby sleeping beside me. It seemed he hadn't been woken by my earlier cries; it seemed that if I didn't make too much noise, it would be fine.

"You've been quite wet," my husband teased me again.

"You're so annoying," I said, turning to hug him. "You've soaked my panties." "Then take them off," he said, and began to act.

My panties and nightgown were quickly removed, my bra was roughly pulled up, and he roughly kneaded my breasts a few times before rolling over and pressing himself against me. Then I felt a hard, hot penis thrust inside.

"Ah!" I cried out again from the sudden entry of his penis. "Gently," he said. "Does it hurt? Is it because it's been too long since you've had sex?"

"Go and soothe the baby if you wake him," I said. My husband stopped, looked at the child, and then slowly resumed thrusting.

I did this for a while, and although it felt good, it didn't excite me any more. Then I remembered something.

"Honey... um... you didn't wear a condom."

"I calculated it, it's your safe period."

"Not sure... ah," he suddenly thrust a few times forcefully, making me scream again. Then he got out of bed and ran to the living room, probably to get a condom.

I looked at the child again; he was still sleeping soundly. So I rolled over, lay on my stomach, and stuck my butt out high, so my vulva faced the bedroom door. That way, he could see it as soon as he came back—that would be exciting.

But my husband seemed to have been gone for quite a while. Early November nights are already quite cold, but the heating hasn't been turned on yet; it's the most uncomfortable time of year in the house. Plus, I had been so wet earlier, my vulva was damp, making it even colder. I wondered what he was doing; it took him so long to find a condom.

Finally, my husband came back. By the light of the living room lamp, I saw that he had put one on before coming back. I couldn't help but laugh.

Just then, he got into bed and gently patted my butt: "Little slut, can't wait any longer, can you?" As he spoke, my husband had already inserted his penis, inserting it as deep as possible. I couldn't help but grip the sheets tightly, but I held back from crying out. It seems that the child has really had a big influence on me. If it were before, I wouldn't have been able to hold back at all.

Wearing a condom between us definitely wasn't as comfortable. It felt like caressing each other through plastic wrap—it just didn't feel quite right. Maybe it was because I was always trying to make sure the baby wasn't woken up. Even though my husband tried all sorts of techniques, like the "nine shallow, one deep" method or circling inside, I never quite reached my peak excitement. Plus, whenever I felt like I was about to climax, my first instinct was to cover my mouth tightly to stop myself from making a sound. As a result, it just stayed in that limbo, and eventually I started to get bored. I just wanted my husband to finish quickly. With my mind wandering like that, the excitement slowly faded. I was just enduring his constant thrusting, feeling the lubrication trickling down my legs, which only made me feel colder.

To make him ejaculate faster, I deliberately moaned, letting out soft cries with each of his thrusts. But after all, we'd been married for years, and he quickly realized I was faking it. He thrust harder for a while, stopping after reaching the deepest point once. I felt the familiar rhythm of my husband's penis inside me, but all I could think was, "Finally, it's over. I didn't wake the baby.

" "What's wrong?" my husband asked, holding me.

"I was afraid of waking the baby."

"Oh."

I looked at the baby again; he was still sleeping soundly. I pulled the blanket up over the baby, straightened my clothes, and looked back at my husband. He was already fast asleep again.

I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was past five. He really could wake up anytime for sex; otherwise, he always slept until noon. Lost in these thoughts, I slowly drifted off to sleep myself.

Although we were quite tired from working in the early morning, my husband and I still got up early to do various chores. We were busy until noon. My mother-in-law prepared lunch, and after eating a little, I went back to the bedroom for a nap.

Just as I lay down, my husband climbed on top of me with a mischievous grin. I knew what he wanted from that look.

"Didn't you just do it tonight?"

"You didn't have an orgasm," my husband said, and started touching me.

He seemed very concerned about this. Although I'm quite sensitive and orgasm easily, it's not always possible. Even on our days together, there are times when things aren't quite satisfying, but he always helps me reach orgasm with his hands or oral sex.

My husband is very experienced with my body, and soon I was breathless from his ministrations. Seeing that the bedroom door was still half-open, and afraid my mother-in-law might suddenly come in and see, I quickly grabbed the blanket and covered us.

"Hey, what are you doing?" My husband suddenly pulled down my thermal underwear, startling me.

"Fuck you!"

"Are you crazy? Doing it twice a day?"

"So what? We used to do it twice a day when we first met."

"Mom's still home."

"Mom's taking care of the kids."

"Then close the door." Seeing how much my husband wanted it, I didn't object.

"If you close the door in broad daylight, she'll definitely guess what we're doing."

"I can't leave the door open."

"Then I won't move, I'll just leave it inside for a while."

"Okay." He'd come up with such a shameless excuse, so I had no choice but to give in.

I was lying on my side, and my husband was right behind me, in his preferred position. He pushed my pants down a little more, took out his penis, and pressed it against my crotch, but didn't penetrate. He just rubbed it there, making me very itchy, and my vaginal fluid kept flowing out, soon soaking the area.

"You said you wouldn't move," he said .

"It's inside, not inside," my husband said smugly.

"Put on... ah~," he suddenly thrust in, just like last night, making me scream again. My mother-in-law must have heard, and I felt extremely embarrassed. She was in the living room playing with the baby. In shame and anger, I reached out to pinch my husband, but he grabbed my hand, followed by a series of violent thrusts. I tried to cover my mouth, but my hands were pinned down, so I could only bite my lip hard.

"Hurry up and put on a condom," I urged him when he paused for a moment.

Just as my husband was about to get up, I heard my mother-in-law calling him from outside, asking where the child's coat was. It seemed she wanted to take the child out for some sunshine, and I wondered if she had sensed something and was trying to create an opportunity for her son.

"It's on the crib, take it out," I whispered to my husband.

"I don't want to move," I replied

, ultimately letting my mother-in-law go in and get it herself. Luckily, the blanket had been covering me fairly well before. When she came in, she glanced at us, and I don't know if it was because I felt guilty, but I felt there was something else in her eyes. I can't blame myself for feeling guilty,

though, since my husband's penis was still inside me under the blanket. As the door closed, my husband began another round of vigorous thrusting. I was still biting my lip, wondering if my mother-in-law was eavesdropping outside the door. But my husband seemed very dissatisfied with my performance. He suddenly pulled off the blanket, and I was turned onto my back. In a few quick movements, he stripped me naked. He pushed me up by my thighs, putting me in a standard position waiting for penetration, and then thrust in as deep as he could.

"Ah...husband...you...ah...how deep?" I was so overwhelmed that I could barely speak.

He ignored me, just thrusting in and out repeatedly, only to plunge in hard again just before slipping out.

"Mom's downstairs by now," my husband blurted out unexpectedly.

I immediately understood he was dissatisfied with me. I found it amusing but didn't say anything, just reached out and touched my clitoris.

"Ah...ah...ya~," I cried out loudly. My husband was aroused by my movements, pressing his whole body against me and thrusting into me hard, fast and forcefully. "

Little slut," my husband whispered in my ear, "Aren't you afraid Mom will hear you screaming so loudly?" "No...she...she's long gone."

"You can be heard downstairs."

"Liar."

"Try it if you don't believe me.

" "How?" "

You scream at home, and I'll go downstairs and record it." "

Then who will let me scream?"

"You touch yourself," my husband slowed down, "Who do you want to have?" "Honey...don't stop," this topic was getting more and more absurd, so I quickly changed the subject.

He stopped thrusting and instead twisted his waist, letting his penis swirl inside my vagina. I dreaded this move; it felt like every sensitive spot in my vagina was being touched.

"Uh...husband...oh...how do you know how to do this to me?"

"I can't take it anymore," I begged, clearly feeling a lot of fluid flowing out again.

"There are people watching us from the building across the street," my husband told me mysteriously. Actually, he had used this trick many times before, and I had never noticed anyone watching. But each time it made me even more excited, so my moans became more rapid, and he started thrusting inside me again.

After being fucked like that for a while, I felt like I was about to climax. I kicked my legs hard, but my husband blocked me, forcing me to spread them wide.

"Let me close my legs," I gasped, "husband...ah..." He thrust hard once more, then made me close my legs, then straddled me, reaching out to play with my breasts, while his penis slowed down, only moving gently. I arched my back, my legs tightly pressed together, my hips twisting and turning, trying to draw his penis deeper with the muscles inside my vagina. I can't really describe the movement, but my husband said it felt incredibly good, and watching me writhe beneath him was very stimulating.

"Husband...faster," I urged.

He pressed down on me again, his hands reaching under me, holding me tightly, his penis thrusting forcefully inside my vagina. He knew the crucial moment had arrived. I continued to writhe beneath him, but I was pinned down and couldn't arch my back anymore. I tried to push myself up, but he held me down firmly. The combined force of our bodies pressed tightly together, and he held me even tighter, fucking me even harder.

"Husband, fuck me to death," I kept repeating, but it was just a murmur, my voice already changed, like a moan, and his forceful thrusts made the sound rise and fall.

"Ah..." It finally came, I cried out loud. The pleasure that instantly spread throughout my body seemed to have even reached my brain. My mind was blank, but within that blankness were me and my husband, who was pressing down on me. It was as if we were tightly embracing in that boundless blankness, not knowing where we were drifting off to.

When I came to my senses, my husband was already lying on top of me, not moving, just kissing my face. I turned my head and kissed him back, our tongues intertwining, and then he immediately sucked my tongue in, still so domineering.

After the climax, I felt weak all over, and with the French kissing, I soon couldn't breathe. I tried to push him away, but even normally I couldn't push him away, let alone now. When he noticed me pushing him, he propped himself up and grinned at me mischievously.

"Ah," he thrust his penis against me again, and my body, which had calmed down, convulsed again.

My husband rolled out of bed and stood to the side, repeatedly touching my nipples or clitoris. He always did this after I orgasmed because touching those sensitive spots would cause my body to convulse again, and he said that made him especially excited. Only after I had fully recovered and had the strength to raise my hand to hit him did he run to get some tissues to wipe me down there.

"You forgot to wear a condom!" I suddenly remembered.

"It's okay, you're in your safe period." "

That's still not good, what if I get pregnant?" I was a little anxious; getting pregnant right after giving birth wasn't a good thing.

"If you're worried, why don't you take some pills?" My husband also regretted it.

"It's all your fault," I complained.

"You lie down, Mom'll probably be back soon, I'll tidy up," my husband quickly changed the subject when he saw my worry.

Lying in bed watching my husband run around cleaning up the traces, I was still savoring the experience. The long-awaited orgasm was indeed pleasurable. Although I was a little worried about getting pregnant, it didn't diminish the wonderful feeling. Anyway, it could be remedied; I just needed to be more careful next time.

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