My wife had more fun than me (01-17)

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(I)
My wife and I got married through an introduction. We had only known each other for a month before getting married, and our relationship was always very good. But five years have passed, and our daughter is four years old, and my wife's libido has plummeted. Whenever I ask her for sex, she always refuses. I've forced myself on her a few times, but each time it ends badly. I know our marriage is in crisis, and I have to think of a solution. My daughter is only four years old, and I don't want this family to fall apart.
Just then, I read an article about wife-swapping online. It was my first time reading about wife-swapping, and I believe many of you have experienced the same thrill and shock, so I won't go into details. After masturbating, I felt a deep sense of loss and exhaustion, but a startling idea slowly surfaced in my mind: why not let my wife try other men? My penis isn't very big, but I've practiced martial arts since I was young, and I'm satisfied with its hardness and stamina. When we first got married, it was common for us to have sex three times a night, but over the past five years, the frequency has decreased. Thinking about it carefully, I don't think I've seen my wife reach her peak much in the past few years.
My wife isn't particularly beautiful, just average-looking, but she has a charmingly naive quality that's incredibly alluring. When she climaxes, her reaction is incredibly intense; her whole body trembles violently, and the moans emanating from deep within her nose and throat are enough to exhaust a man. However, I haven't been able to bring her to that state in the last two years. Just thinking about having someone else with her makes me feel hot all over, and I can't help but masturbate again.
This thought has become an obsession; I'm always impatiently searching for similar articles online, and when I'm with my wife at night, I can't help but think: what would it be like if another man were with her, or if we were both having sex? Just thinking about it made my penis bigger than usual, and I thrust harder. My wife found it strange: "What, did you take some aphrodisiac today? You're being so rough with me."
Unable to contain my impulse any longer, I decided to tell the truth: "Honey, do you know what I was thinking about just now?"
My wife asked curiously, "You're on my stomach, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about other women? Tell me the truth!" I said, "Not other women, quite the opposite, other men." My wife was even more confused: "What other men?" I said, "I was thinking about other men having sex with you!"
*Slap!* A loud slap landed on my face, and my wife sobbed, "I've been with you for five years, and I haven't enjoyed any happiness. You still doubt me! I knew you didn't trust me, so why did you marry me?" Oh no, I'd detonated a time bomb.
It turned out that during our first time, my wife didn't bleed. I asked her, and she said she didn't know why, but it was definitely her first time with me. I'd read books that some girls don't bleed the first time, so I didn't think much of it. Besides, I really loved her. I didn't expect her to care more about this, and today it brought it up again.
I quickly comforted her, "It's not that I doubt your past, it's just that I really want to see other men have sex with you right now. I know you haven't enjoyed life with me, we don't have much money, and we bought the house by saving every penny. I'm very grateful to you for living a stable life with me, but we haven't had sex as often in the past two years, and my penis isn't as big as other men's. I'm afraid you won't be satisfied!" My wife said, touched, "You're overthinking it. Aren't all women like this? Don't think such things anymore." After saying that, she turned over and ignored me, going to sleep. I also lost interest and lay down on my side, but I kept fantasizing about someone else having sex with her.
After some time, my wife sighed softly and said, "Are you having an affair?" I was startled and quickly replied, "No, no. I can't even take good care of you, how could I have an affair?" My wife slowly said, "I haven't been very interested in this kind of thing for the past two years. What's the point of always doing this? I'm always busy and sweaty. If you don't want to, you can do it whenever you want in the future!" I quickly said, "It's not that I'm not satisfied, it's that I'm afraid you won't be satisfied!" My wife said softly, "Marrying you is my destiny. What's there to be satisfied or not? Don't think nonsense! Go to sleep!"
Lying in bed, I couldn't help but recall the little things since I met my wife:
After we were introduced by a matchmaker, I didn't think of visiting her home until half a month later, because I really had nothing else to do (because of this, my wife always thought I didn't think much of her). I knocked on her door, and my wife seemed pleasantly surprised (I'm quite handsome, after all). She warmly welcomed me in, made me some tea, and we chatted for the entire afternoon. That evening, she invited me to stay for dinner, which I accepted without hesitation.
While she cooked (she lives alone in her sister's house, helping to look after it), I idly watched her. Narrow shoulders, a slender waist, a round bottom, straight thighs—wait, she's actually quite sexy. My wife probably sensed my gaze; her movements stiffened and became unnatural.
I took a deep breath and slowly walked over. Hearing me approach, she stopped picking vegetables, seemingly expecting something. Suddenly, I reached out and hugged her. She held her breath, seemingly unsure what to do—should she push me away? Or…? I leaned down and kissed her cheek. She trembled violently but said nothing.
With one arm around her and the other supporting her chin, I turned her face and kissed her lips.
My wife, bewildered, kept her mouth shut, eyes wide, breathing rapidly… I was excited too, but I blurted out something I'd regret for the rest of my life: “Shouldn’t you close your eyes right now?” My wife obediently closed her eyes, and I greedily sucked on her slightly plump lips, licking her teeth, prying open her jaw with my tongue. My wife, inexperienced, didn't react at all, not daring to move.
I said, “Stick your tongue out.” My wife obediently stuck out her tongue, stiffly, and even now, thinking about it, it's still quite funny. I sucked on her stiff tongue for a while, then covered her lips with mine, kissing her fiercely.
It felt like an eternity, yet also like only a second. My wife struggled, saying, "Let me go." But I held her even tighter. She tilted her head back and tried to catch her breath. I mischievously let her catch her breath, then immediately kissed her lips again. My wife resignedly wrapped her arms around me, and my hands began to roam over her delicate body—her breasts, buttocks, back, neck. Finally, my hand slipped inside her panties, revealing a wet, slippery expanse, her soft, tender clitoris and labia.
My hand moved further down, and my wife took a deep breath, creating a gap between her belt and her belly, giving my hand more room to maneuver. Finally, I found an opening. As soon as my fingers slid in, my wife suddenly pushed me away forcefully, covering her chest with her hands, her eyes filled with an intense, irresistible allure, but her lips uttered a single sentence: "You pervert!" I squeezed my fingers, and a thin strand of saliva stretched between them. My wife saw it and lowered her head in shame.
I lunged at her, hugging her tightly with all my might. After a moment of stunned silence, she clung to me in return. I fumbled for her belt, kissing her passionately, giving her no time to think, as I pushed her towards the bedroom. Reaching the bed, I pushed her down onto it, continuing to kiss her even more forcefully. One hand pulled her pants down to her knees, and I caressed her genitals for a while, leaving her buttocks smeared with a sticky fluid.
I pulled off my own pants and pounced on her, but couldn't find a way to penetrate her. Just then, I heard a soft laugh (was it her laughter, or my imagination? It's been a mystery for years, and she's always refused to admit it).
My wife pushed me away forcefully, stood up, and said, "Put your clothes on." I froze, standing there bewildered. My wife said angrily, "Turn around!" I didn't move. She pulled up her pants and fastened her belt in front of me and said coldly, "You can leave now. Don't come back again." Then she pushed me toward the door.
My wife pushed me to the door. The instant she went to open it, I reacted, grabbing her tightly and forcefully kissing her lips, earlobes, and neck, my hands stroking her back, buttocks, breasts, and thighs. At first, she struggled, shaking her head in resistance, but with my onslaught, she gradually softened and embraced me.
In the midst of our passionate kiss, I pushed her to the bedside again, unbuckling her belt and pulling down her pants. This time, learning from my mistake, I simply took them all off. She seemed to struggle, but I felt she was actually cooperating; it wasn't too difficult to remove them anyway.
I pushed her top up as well—wow, her breasts were truly magnificent! Pink nipples trembled slightly, nestled in two snow-white mounds, circling up and down, left and right, with my movements. Her nipples were erect, surrounded by small bumps, and faint blue veins were visible on her breasts, making them appear even whiter and more delicate. With her rapid breathing, her breasts heaved violently. I was stunned. My wife shyly covered her eyes with her arms.
I stared like that for a good three minutes, then cursed myself for being an idiot, hastily stripped off my clothes, pushed my wife down, spread her legs, and pounced on her. This time it went smoothly; my penis easily slid into her vagina. What happened next is something any man would do, but then the tragedy of a virgin was exposed. Was it three minutes? I'm not sure, but it was very quick—I ejaculated profusely.
My wife was stunned, and so was I, utterly ashamed.
My wife slowly pushed me away, but I stubbornly refused to get up. She pushed me twice, but I didn't move. I kissed her again, and she seemed to respond indifferently. I shamelessly lowered my head again to suckle my wife's nipple. She silently held my head, gently stroking my back with one hand, saying nothing more.
But this tenderness aroused me; my penis miraculously hardened inside her! My wife responded even more passionately, kissing my face incessantly. My penis thrust wildly inside her, and she continued kissing me, cupping my face in her hands and kissing me passionately.
I lifted her thighs, securing them to my waist, and fucked her hard. She began to moan. As my hands roamed over her back, goosebumps rose on her back and buttocks. I then reached for her vagina, smearing her vaginal fluid all over her buttocks. Her buttocks were incredibly smooth, and with the fluid, they became even stickier and slipperier, irresistible to the touch.
My wife also enjoyed the stimulation. Her moans grew louder and louder, her buttocks rising higher and higher. With each withdrawal, she reluctantly followed, only to slam heavily onto the bed with each thrust, making a creaking sound that blended perfectly with the slapping of her buttocks and thighs – truly the most beautiful sound in the world.
After a while, her breathing became increasingly rapid. Finally, she hugged me tightly, pressing her buttocks against me, her legs wrapped around my waist, rendering me immobile. I could only rub her buttocks against me from side to side. She hugged me tighter and tighter, her whole body convulsing, her vagina beginning to spasm in waves. My lower abdomen tightened, my glans went numb, and I finally ejaculated my second load of semen inside a woman (it was indeed my first time with my wife). The heat of my semen ignited her passion, and she moaned "Mmm, ahh," her head tilting back as she tried to relax. Her vagina felt even tighter and hotter, and it took a full five minutes for it to slowly loosen.
My wife silently kissed my sweat, while I collapsed weakly to the side, my penis limp and dangling on my thigh. My wife crawled over and kissed my nipples and neck. I gently asked, "Was that good?" My wife didn't answer, just kept kissing me.
(II)
I held my wife in my arms, kissing her, touching her breasts, and pinching her nipples. My wife's nipples weren't big, nor were they small, about half the size of a peanut, soft, slightly rough, and elastic—the best toy for a man.
My wife nestled in my arms, not saying a word. My hands roamed freely over her body. When I touched her vulva, she trembled, gave me a reproachful look, and sucked on my nipple. On a whim, I got up and looked down at my wife's crotch. My wife looked at me nervously, her legs clenched tightly. I forcefully pried her legs open, but she stubbornly closed them again, asking, "What are you doing?" I said, "Looking at your vulva."
My wife clenched even tighter.
After a brief standoff, unable to see anything, I pleaded softly, "Just let me see!" My wife protested, "It's so embarrassing!" I had no choice but to launch a gentle offensive, hugging and kissing her until she was panting and wriggling her hips in unbearable ecstasy. I finally managed to separate her thighs, and she gasped, "Just one look!"
I examined her vulva with the keen eye of someone who had found a treasure. The dark, glossy pubic hair formed a large triangle on her lower abdomen, with a slit at the bottom. Some of the pubic hair greedily burrowed into the slit, clinging to it as if it knew the ecstasy of this place. The slit was crimson, and further down, a tender bud protruded. Gently peeling back the foreskin, the translucent clitoris was revealed, almost transparent; below that were two pink labia, soft and tender, moistened by drops of vaginal fluid, making them even more alluring.
I gently pulled apart her labia minora. The pink flesh was still glistening with tiny air bubbles, and in the middle was an opening that opened and closed like a small mouth. I couldn't resist the urge to lick it. Just as I leaned in, my wife felt my breath and immediately tensed up, pressing her legs together. She said anxiously, "What are you doing?" I said, "I want to kiss your pussy." My wife said shyly, "No, it's dirty…it looks awful!" I quickly coaxed her with sweet words: "Who says so? Your pussy is beautiful! You know, a pussy is like a flower."
My wife said, "You're talking nonsense." I said, "Then tell me, what's the most beautiful part of a plant?" My wife said, "Of course, it's the flower!" I asked her, "What are flowers used for? Isn't it for reproduction?" My wife said, "Yes!" I explained, "You see, the most beautiful part of a plant is its flower, used for reproduction, it's the plant's reproductive organ. A woman's pussy is also a reproductive organ, so it's also the most beautiful." My wife seemed to agree with me and fell silent.
After a while, she asked again, "Then why do you think plant flowers grow so beautifully?" I grinned mischievously, "To attract bees and butterflies! A woman's vagina is so beautiful to seduce men to fuck it!" My wife playfully hit me, "That's so awful, what do you mean by seduce men? When did I seduce you?" I touched her vagina and said, "You're beautiful because you seduce me, you've made me completely infatuated."
My wife fell silent.
I took her hand and placed it on my penis, but she immediately pulled it away. I pulled her hand back and pressed it against my penis, and she naturally grasped it. Suddenly she exclaimed, "Why is it so small?" I teased her, "What's so small?" My wife said, "Yours!" I deliberately asked, "What about mine?" My wife pinched my penis hard and said, "Your annoying thing!" I said, "What annoying thing?" My wife playfully slapped it lightly, "It's this annoying thing." I said, "What is it?" My wife laughed, "A ball!" I asked, "So, do you like it or hate it?" My wife didn't answer.
I tickled her, and my wife laughed and ran away. I couldn't force her, so I had to admit, "I like it, I like it." I took the opportunity to kiss my wife's lips again, and my wife got aroused. Another passionate battle ensued... This time, I fucked my wife for a full hour before we both finally stopped, satisfied.
My wife rested her chin on my chest and asked, "How are you so amazing? You were soft just now, and you're hard again in no time?" I said, "I've been practicing martial arts." My wife asked incredulously, "What does that have to do with this? It's not like you practice this part." I teased her, "Whether you've practiced or not, don't you feel it? Want to do it again?" My wife quickly begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, that's enough, that's enough, no more. Get up, I'll make you some food!"
Only then did I feel my stomach rumbling. Looking out the window, it was already completely dark. I had been having sex with my wife for four hours. After eating, I naturally lingered, washed up, and continued to fuck my wife's cunt. The bed was red and swollen all night, like honey mixed with oil. My wife was basically snoring while being fucked.
(III)
The next day, I woke up in the morning when it was already bright. My wife had already gone to work. She went to the restaurant and left a note: "I left you breakfast. Lock the door when you leave." A feeling of home washed over me. I secretly made up my mind that she was the one for me. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?
I called my boss to ask for leave, ate breakfast, and went to bed for a good night's sleep. Suddenly, I felt someone pushing me: "Get up, get up!" I opened my eyes and saw my wife with a mournful face saying, "Get up! Why didn't you leave?
Get up, my classmate is coming over soon!" I was terrified and quickly got up. I had just put on my clothes when there was a knock on the door. I thought, "Oh no!" But my wife remained calm, pulled me up, pushed me into the bedroom, and locked the door. Then, while saying, "Coming," she went to open the door.
Then I heard a group of girls laughing and joking as they burst in: "Why did it take you so long to open the door? Were you hiding a man?" My wife smiled nonchalantly: "Yes, do you want to use him?" It was truly a case of "the truth becomes falsehood when the pretense is real," and her classmate didn't seem to suspect anything. Then came the sounds of tea being made, sunflower seeds being cracked, and loud laughter. It sounded like there were three girls, one of whom was married, and I later learned her name was Meimei. The other unmarried girl was named Yanzi (more on that later. Yanzi was in her thirties and still unmarried, having become a mistress; Meimei's husband had a mistress, and the couple almost got divorced. These two were my wife's best friends, and they talked about everything).
Meimei laughed and said, "Tell me honestly, were you masturbating just now? Why didn't you open the door for so long?" My wife said frankly, "Pshaw! Masturbation? How shameful. I was hiding a man, and he was getting fucked just now! Oh, it felt so good, and you bunch of sluts disturbed me." I was stunned by my wife's boldness.
But Meimei didn't believe me and said disdainfully, "You? You've got the desire but not the guts, right? If you're really thirsty, I'll lend you my husband. I'm not bragging, I'll fuck you to death." My wife blushed and pounced on Meimei, tickling her. The two girls burst into laughter. Yanzi remained quiet and didn't participate, but her silence didn't mean the other two would let her off the hook.
Sure enough, after breaking free from my wife, Meimei turned her attention to Yanzi, asking her mysteriously, "Have you ever seen a man's penis?" Yanzi replied nonchalantly, "No, but what's so special about it? It's just a meat stick!" Meimei immediately scoffed at her, "What's so special about it? Let me teach you a lesson, so you don't embarrass yourself later." My wife immediately asked humbly, "What's embarrassing? Tell me quickly."
Meimei boasted, "Let me tell you a joke. There was a newlywed couple. The morning after their wedding night, the groom found the bride crying and asked, 'Why are you crying? Were you not satisfied last night?' The bride sadly pointed to the groom's penis and said, 'I was satisfied, but it's already so small after only one use last night. How am I supposed to live with myself now?'" The three girls burst into laughter.
I remembered last night, wanting to see what my wife looked like and how pretty her two girlfriends were, so I gently opened the door a crack. Oh no! The door creaked open, scaring me half to death, and I bet my wife was terrified too. Yanzi asked curiously, "What was that sound?" and then actually stood up and ran over. My wife, ever quick-witted, said, "A ghost! Be careful, it might eat you!" Yanzi sat back down and said, "The wind blew the door open." My wife pretended nothing was wrong and continued chatting with them. I was furious: "They called me a ghost! I'll settle the score with them later!"
Next, I finally witnessed the terrifying content of girls' conversations. They talked about everything, even more openly than a boys' dormitory. Meimei even started bragging about her husband's incredible prowess in bed. Although my wife tried to steer the conversation away, Meimei couldn't go more than a few sentences before always returning to her marital life.
My wife was probably really annoyed, so she said she'd take them out for iced porridge. After Meimei and Yanzi left, she made an excuse about forgetting her money and came back to scold me. She opened the door and said fiercely, "Do you want to die?
Can't you just stay put? Why are you moving the door? Get out of here!" I rolled my eyes and said, "If I go out in broad daylight and someone sees me leaving your house, you'll be in deep trouble." My wife said helplessly, "Fine, you can leave tonight. I'll bring you food later, but don't touch my things." "After saying that, she hurriedly closed the door and left.
As soon as my wife left, I wiped away a cold sweat and started wandering around the room. That's how people are; the things they're forbidden to do, the more they want to do them. My wife wouldn't let me touch her things, but I was incredibly curious. What secret was she hiding from me? First, I tried to turn on the computer—damn, it had a password. I checked the drawers—damn, they were locked. What a pervert! Why is she acting like she's protecting me from thieves when I live alone?
With nothing to do, and not even wanting to watch TV, I decided to sleep a little longer. I got into bed and pulled back the covers, only to see the mess from last night's passionate encounter—pools of my wife's vaginal fluid and my semen, looking just like a map. But wait, something's not right..." Why is it black and white? No blood? My suspicions grew stronger. She wasn't a virgin!
It was my first time. I thought back to last night when I first took off her pants, but didn't know how to penetrate her. She should have been able to tell. But she didn't bleed. I carefully examined all the places we'd been intimate. Without a doubt, I was absolutely certain there wasn't a trace of blood on the bed.
I was torn. She wasn't a virgin, I couldn't marry her, but she was so lovely, I couldn't bear to part with her. Who says only women are infatuated? I'd only seen her twice, but I was already deeply in love with her. I loved her
beauty, her sexiness, her gentleness, her cheerfulness, her breasts, her buttocks,
her hair, her vagina—even though it might have already been used!
I silently folded the blankets, put away the sheets, opened the wardrobe, made a new sheet, and then sat down to smoke. Smelling her lingering scent in the room, looking at her lovely photo on the wall, recalling her passion and tenderness last night, tears slowly streamed down my face.
How ridiculous . After the first time, shouldn't the man leave and the woman silently weep? What happened? She took my virginity, then went out to eat and drink with her friends, leaving me alone to make the bed and silently cry. Thinking about it, I became angry, slammed the door shut, and stormed off.
Walking down the street, it felt like everyone was watching me. I knew they weren't, but I had this strange feeling. With nowhere to escape, I went into a small tavern, ordered a small dish and a bottle of wine, hoping to get drunk. Unfortunately, my alcohol tolerance is too high—a pound! The alcohol was useless, but it did remind me of my past experiences with girlfriends.
The first one was a month before summer vacation in my junior year of college. She was my deskmate, a very ordinary girl. We happened to have received two movie tickets as a gift with a shopping spree, so I loudly asked the girls in class to go with me. It wasn't a big-budget movie, and no one responded
. I nonchalantly said, "I guess I'll just have to go by myself. Such a good opportunity, and no one's taking advantage of me." At that moment, my deskmate tugged at me and whispered, "I happen to be free tonight." I boldly declared, "Then you're in luck!"
On the way there, she said she was thirsty, so I went to buy her a drink. She sipped it slowly all the way to the movie theater. The movie started, and wow, everyone was in couples! I realized it was a couples' movie theater; the seats were double sofas with high backs, so no one could see what you were doing.
Damn it, why did this romantic movie have to include kissing? And, they even touched breasts! And they were doing it!
That was awkward. All around were the sounds of kissing and sucking on breasts. I glanced over and saw my classmate—oh right, her name was Jing'er—blushing and looking down.
I couldn't stand seeing a girl so shy, so I started acting silly and asked her, "Look, everyone's doing this, so shouldn't we…?" Jing'er softly said, "What do you mean, 'this and that'?" I suddenly felt emboldened: "It's just kissing!" Jing'er said in a voice I could barely hear, "I don't know how…" Damn, I'll teach you! I love being a teacher! I grabbed Jing'er and started kissing her.
Damn, I just don't know how. I've never kissed a girl before. I just randomly nibbled at her lips, and she got upset, saying softly, "You're hurting me." Damn, I can't pretend I know what I'm doing. Look, the girl isn't having any pleasure; it's painful, not pleasurable. But, it's not about not knowing, it's about not learning. There's a perfect teacher on the screen!
After watching for a while, I mustered up my courage again, hugged Jing'er, and kissed her lips, ordering her to stick out her tongue. After sucking for a while, I ordered her to suck my lips and tongue. Our lips rubbed together, our tongues intertwined, and in no time, Jing'er was panting. I took the opportunity to start touching her breasts, unhooking her bra. I swear, this was the first time I'd ever touched a woman's breasts. They felt so good, soft yet firm. The breasts were soft, the nipples were firm, and I couldn't get enough of playing with them.
I kept kissing and touching her until the movie ended and almost everyone had left. I reluctantly pulled Jing'er up, but as soon as she stood up, she made a face and sat back down. I asked her, "Why aren't you leaving?" She hesitated, stammering for a while before finally saying, "It's all your fault. How can I leave? My skirt is all wet." I laughed uncontrollably, "If you need to pee, just go. What's there to be embarrassed about?" Jing'er punched me angrily, "You're the one who wets her pants!" But she still wouldn't leave, insisting on being the last to go, and refusing to let me walk behind her. It wasn't until we got on the bus that I noticed a large wet patch on her bottom.
Back at school, we parted ways in a secluded spot. The girls' dormitory was to the right, the boys' dormitory to the left. Jing'er said reluctantly, "Will you take me to the movies again next time?" I said, "Of course, it depends on your performance."
Jing'er laughed, "Whatever, take it or leave it." She turned to leave, "Wait, aren't you going to give me a goodbye kiss?" I called out. Jing'er stopped but didn't turn around.
I quickly caught up with her, hugged her from behind, and led her into the depths of the grove, kissing and touching her all the way. Finally, my hand involuntarily touched her genitals. So hot! So wet, so slippery! I hooked a finger up her panties, pushed them aside, and touched her vulva. It was hairy, plump, and glistening with a warm, slippery fluid. Such a wonderful vulva; just touching it was incredibly arousing. Back
then, I didn't think about sex, nor dared to. It was just the woman holding me tightly, the man caressing her passionately, kissing her intensely until her love juices flowed from her thighs to her heels! Later, we went to the movies like crazy every day, and then kissed in the woods afterward, but we never crossed that final line. Looking back now, I think if I had asked, she wouldn't have refused. She had secretly loved me for a long time.
But after graduation, we went our separate ways, and this innocent, unrequited love died. We maintained a relationship that was both pure and impure, never actually going any further. Now I'm so glad I didn't lose my mind and take her virginity; at least she could face her husband.
My later girlfriends were similar; because I couldn't give them a clear commitment to the future, our relationships were limited to hugging, kissing, and touching. I knew for sure they were all virgins, because I taught them how to kiss, and their awkwardness and clumsiness were clearly genuine.
But the first woman I seriously considered marrying, and the one I slept with, wasn't a virgin!
After the first post was published, a reader asked why I said "make her close her eyes" would be something I'd regret for life. Actually, I've always been proud of teaching girls the art or rules of kissing, but it made my wife think I was promiscuous and never believed that she was a first-timer. Even now, she still doesn't believe it; in her mind, I'm still a sex maniac, a womanizer. God help me, besides a few casual encounters with prostitutes after marriage, she's the first woman I've slept with, and the only woman besides prostitutes.
Thinking about all this, it seems I shouldn't have married her, but so what if she wasn't a virgin? Shouldn't she be allowed to make a mistake once? I've kissed so many girls, touched their vaginas, and even carefully inserted my fingers into some of them, just being careful not to break the hymen. Do I have the right to demand she be a virgin? Aside from never actually having sex, am I still a virgin at heart?
I decided to stop thinking about it and marry her. I downed two more beers and went to her house. No one answered the door. I sulked and wandered around her building until 10 pm when she finally returned. She looked surprised but didn't say anything. She opened the door, went inside, closed the door, and remained silent.
I spoke first: "Do you always come home this late?" in a accusatory tone.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I'm scared. You know, my parents are both away, my sister is always away on business trips, and when I come back, I'm all alone. The loneliness in my room is like a man-eating demon." Tears streamed down her face, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I hugged her tightly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here for you. I'll be with you every day."
So, I went to her house every day, day or night, to meet, hug, kiss, and make love. Then she would cook, and I would watch her busy herself, occasionally helping out. We ate together, washed the dishes together, or she would wash the dishes while I touched her buttocks, her breasts, her vagina, and even just pulled down her pants and started fucking her.
She was always like that. No matter when or what she was doing, as long as I kissed her, she would respond passionately; as long as I pulled down her pants, she would smile; as long as I fucked her, she would moan loudly and release a huge amount of vaginal fluid.
Her vaginal fluid was thick and, after drying, would form a thick film; her vagina smelled wonderful, without a trace of foul or fishy odor, only a faint musky and refreshing fragrance. I knew I had struck gold; she was a legendary treasure.
Her vagina was tight, her cervix shallow, easily reached with the slightest touch, slippery and bouncy, and she would moan loudly, rubbing her clitoris against my glans with all her might, releasing gushing vaginal fluid.
(IV)
In this way, ten days passed quickly, and my wife and I became inseparable, truly living like a married couple. As soon as I got off work, I would buy some groceries, some good food, and sometimes some small toys, and head straight to her house;
after work, she wouldn't go shopping with friends or play cards at work, but would go home early, cook dinner, and wait for me to come back. Neither of us talked about the future, but we carefully maintained this relationship, as if we were both waiting for a turning point.
That day, I bought groceries as usual and went to her house. She opened the door with a bright smile. But when I entered, I saw a child playing in the living room. I asked, "Are we having guests?" My wife laughed and said, "What guests? If anyone's a guest, it's you! It's my sister and brother-in-law. Liangliang, come here, say hello to your brother!"
"Auntie, whose brother is this?" the child asked in a childish voice. Damn, he's a generation younger than her for no reason! I tickled her, and she dodged while laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight. Hearing the noise from the living room, her older sister came out of the kitchen, smiling, and said, "You're here? Come on in, have a seat. Ah Xiu, hurry up and make some tea, how can you entertain a guest like this?" Her tone was slightly reproachful.
Ah Xiu, my wife, made a face at me and muttered, "What kind of guest is he!" But she still obediently made tea. I quickly said, "No need to be so polite, I'll go help in the kitchen!" Her sister quickly said, "No need, your brother-in-law is doing it! Ah Xiu, chat with the guest for a while, I'll go and get busy. Liangliang, go play outside for a bit, we'll call you when it's time to eat." Then she went to the kitchen.
Ah Xiu then sat down on the sofa with me, about a foot away. I teased, "Why are you sitting there?
You don't usually sit there." "Where do I usually sit?" she replied. "On my lap, of course." My wife blushed, reached over and pinched me hard, whispering, "Don't do anything like that, or your sister will laugh at you." Even so, she shifted her position and sat down next to me.
I pretended to watch TV, secretly slipping a hand behind her back and stroking her. My wife twisted her body in protest. I then pinched her buttocks, and she slapped my hand. I took the opportunity to slap her buttocks. Damn, she wasn't wearing much in the summer, so the slap was quite loud—a crisp "smack!" My wife's face flushed red, and she stood up and went into the bathroom. I thought I'd really offended her, since her sister might hear the noise, but there was nothing I could do.
Five minutes later, my wife came out of the bathroom, her expression calmer. She gave me a playful glare and went to help in the kitchen. I was sitting alone in the living room watching TV, sipping tea, and listening to the clanging sounds of cooking in the kitchen—it was so pleasant!
After a while, my wife came out: "Wash your hands and get ready for dinner. I'll go call Liangliang back." I quickly said, "I'll go!" and opened the door to call her little nephew back. During dinner, her brother-in-law and sister routinely asked about my situation, then asked, "Do you have a house? If not, you can stay here temporarily. Anyway, we work in another city, and our parents are with us, so we need you to take care of things here!"
I readily agreed.
My wife didn't say anything, just ate her food in small bites. My nephew was also very well-behaved, eating quietly, showing good manners, not interrupting the adults. My brother-in-law didn't say much either, just enthusiastically served the food and even wanted me to have some wine, but my wife cut him off first: "He doesn't drink. If you want to drink, drink alone!"
Damn it, drink alone? Drink alone? Drink alone in silence? There wasn't much else to say. After dinner, her sister and brother-in-law left with the child, warmly inviting me to visit their city when it was convenient.
When I returned after seeing the guests off, my wife's face fell. "Don't come again."
I asked curiously, "Why? What's wrong?"
"Who agreed to marry you?"
"We're already like this, aren't we going to get married?"
"What do you mean by 'like this'? When did you ever mention marriage? It's like I'm unwanted, like I have to pay for a house to marry you. Why should I? What makes you so great? You just bully me." Tears streamed down her face, and her voice choked with emotion.
I slowly hugged her, but she stubbornly pulled away. I hugged her tighter, kissing away her tears. She struggled a few times, then nestled in my arms.
"I didn't say that, wasn't it because I was afraid you'd refuse? We've been together for so many days, don't you know me?
I don't make promises lightly, but I'll do more than I promise." "
What 'more or less'? You've never proposed! Kneel down and propose!"
"If I'm going to kneel, it'll be on the bed!" I roughly picked up my wife and carried her to the bed. She struggled, kicking her legs and pounding on me with her hands. I pretended to let go, scaring her so much she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck. We got into bed like that, and I quickly stripped her naked, burying my head between her legs. She covered her vulva with one hand
, crying out, "No, no, it's dirty!" "Loving you means I won't find you dirty. I want you to know I love you." I forcefully pushed her hand away and sucked her soft labia into my mouth. It smelled a little musky, a little salty. My wife's vulva smelled wonderful, without a single unpleasant odor; instead, it was like an aphrodisiac, easily making one lose their senses.
I gently sucked on her labia minora, feeling the fine folds, occasionally stretching them to their limit, until they were thin and almost transparent, then releasing them, watching them shrink back into a ball—so adorable. I used my hand to pull back the clitoral hood, exposing it to the air, trembling shyly as if unable to withstand the cool breeze. I thought, the clitoris must be the most tender flesh in the world, more tender than the flesh of a clam, a vibrant red, shimmering pink. Its color is indescribable; you can only marvel at the wonders of nature. Its texture is beyond words, like the most beautiful pearl in the world.
The nipples are astringent, like tiny granules piled up, while the clitoris is so perfectly natural—truly a marvel of creation. I held my wife's clitoris in my mouth with utmost tenderness. Her belly trembled with a "thumping" sound, her hands pressed tightly against my head, her fingers gripping my hair. She inhaled softly, making gurgling sounds. Goosebumps rose and fell on her buttocks, her flesh tightening and relaxing. Her beautiful anus contracted and relaxed with my movements, like a chrysanthemum opening and closing. Thick,
white vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, pooling on her anus. I licked it, and a delicious, rich, slightly numbing, slightly astringent sensation filled my mouth, spreading throughout my body like fine wine. I've eaten abalone, lobster, scallops—all sorts of delicacies—but I must admit, the most delicious thing in the world is my wife's vaginal fluid, my wife's cunt.
Abalone is not as delicious as my wife's vagina, lobster meat is not as smooth as my wife's clitoris, and scallops are not as delicate as the texture of my wife's labia minora. The finest wines, like Remy Martin, Moutai, and Wuliangye, are all not as rich and intoxicating as my wife's vaginal fluid. I advise the world to appreciate my wife's vagina and savor her vaginal fluid. The most beautiful scenery is not as beautiful as a vagina, and the most delicious food is not as tasty as a vagina. The pairing of men and women is a miracle of creation! Women are the best gift God has given to men!
(V)
Under my diligent licking, my wife's pleasure surged like a tide, her buttocks trembled more and more violently, her vagina contracted more and more intensely, and her cries grew louder and louder. Finally, with a loud moan, thin but slightly sticky liquid spurted from my wife's urethra, warm and fragrant, soaking my head and face.
My wife frantically kicked at the sheets, trying to get away from me, but I stubbornly kept my head buried in her vulva, rubbing my face against it. She no longer cared about anything else; her mouth was panting like she'd eaten the hottest chili pepper, a kind of weeping moan escaping her throat. Her whole body was trembling violently, and gushes of thick fluid gushed from her vagina.
My wife screamed, then fell silent, her body suddenly stiffening. Her thighs clamped tightly around my head, her hands pressing my head firmly against her vulva, as if trying to force me inside. I was stunned by this, but the feeling of suffocation made me struggle to lift my head. My rapid breathing made her labia minora twitch. Gushes of white fluid, much thicker than my semen, gushed from her vagina, accumulating above her anus like a blooming snow lotus, decorating her vulva like a birthday cake.
I could no longer withstand this intense stimulation, so I lowered my head and swallowed all of my wife's vaginal fluid. It felt like every pore on my body was opening up, and every cell in my body was cheering and jumping for joy. My head was spinning; even a pound of strong liquor couldn't compare to the intoxicating power of my wife's vaginal fluids. Taking advantage of my drunkenness, I licked the remaining fluids from her buttocks clean. Only then did my wife slowly wake up: "Are you trying to kill me?"
I gently licked her vulva. She pulled me close and kissed me: "You're so cruel. I felt like I really died just now; you've completely robbed me of my soul."
I asked her, "Was that exciting?"
"If you can treat me like this, I'd die happy. Let's get married. There are plenty of men richer and more handsome than you, but the first time I saw you, it felt like you were destined for me."
"Me too." "
We can do without a house or anything, but you have to be good to me for the rest of your life."
"I will, I will."
"I have a bad temper; my parents spoiled me, and I can't change it. But when I'm angry, you have to be tolerant and patient with me, even if you hit or scold me afterwards."
"I will, I will."
"I want a proper wedding."
A month later, we got married. Because of my wife's indulgence, we only had a wedding ceremony, nothing more.
After the wedding, out of gratitude to my wife, I devoted myself to having sex with her, and she also thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of sex, her face always beaming with a happy smile. We went everywhere together, hand in hand.
Without any inhibitions, we were inseparable, making love all the time. As soon as we got home, we would go from embracing to making love; while cooking, I would mischievously pull my wife's pants down to her ankles, and when she protested, we would end up having sex; during a meal, my wife would bite the food into pieces and feed it to me, and then we would kiss and make love; while my wife was washing dishes, I would stand beside her and touch her buttocks and breasts, and then she would turn around and hug me, kissing and making love; sex didn't need a reason, and whatever happened invariably ended in sex.
My wife's vagina is wet and swollen 24/7. My penis is always covered with a thick layer of her vaginal fluid, which I peel off and feed to her. She sweetly kisses and shares it with me, jokingly saying, "We don't even need to buy candy anymore; this is the best chocolate." It's true, the mixture of my semen and her vaginal fluid (mostly her vaginal fluid) that forms a crusty substance tastes amazing. It has a smooth, delicate texture like chocolate, a flavor like grilled fish slices, and a slightly spicy taste. I haven't tasted other women's vaginal fluid, so I can't draw conclusions, but my wife's vaginal fluid and vaginal discharge definitely taste the best. This isn't just a case of loving the house because of the woman.
My wife is so alluring and sensual; I truly love her to death. But my wife is very proper with other men, never showing any interest in them. She's also very conservative with her clothes; even in the hot summer, she never wears low-cut tops—not that she doesn't wear them, but she's never bought any.
But at home, when it comes to sex with me, she has no taboos; she dares to say and do anything. Within just seven or eight days of our marriage, she went from being a novice to a master of oral sex. She couldn't do deep throat, and I couldn't bear to watch her gag, but her skills in sucking, licking, teasing, pressing, and biting were superb. Moreover, she was adept at controlling the rhythm, never wasting my semen. Each ejaculation allowed me to experience seventeen or eighteen blissful orgasms in her mouth.
After ejaculating in her mouth, she would take revenge for that near-death experience, sucking me until I was completely overwhelmed, begging for mercy, before triumphantly pursing her lips and sharing my semen with me. This is also part of my wife's eccentricity; she never spits it out, nor does she eat it alone. She always shares it with me, and not just swallowing it whole, but slowly swallowing it with the saliva produced during kisses. Thus, the time spent making love was almost the same as the time spent eating semen. My wife's theory was: such good stuff shouldn't be wasted; it should be chewed slowly for better absorption.
(vi)
After marriage, my wife was really afraid of my verbal skills and refused to let me lick her vagina easily. So I could only share dried products of vaginal fluid and semen with her. If I wanted fresh products, I could only scoop some out of her vagina while I was having sex with her, and she would suck my fingers first to get the first taste, and then I would get the leftovers from her mouth.
Under my guidance, my wife gradually accepted vulgar language. At first, she forbade words such as "vagina," "ball," "penis," and "vagina." She used "down there" or "there" to refer to the vagina. As for vaginal fluid, it was even more troublesome. It was "secretions," and something that could be explained in two words had to be said in three awkward words.
I couldn't say "fuck a vagina" when having sex. I could only say "make love," and one word was "do it."
But I always liked to say these things while we were having sex. At first, she would cover my mouth to protest, but later I would deliberately say them during her orgasms, such as, "Squeeze your pussy tight, lift your pussy up, squeeze your cock tight, there's so much juice," etc. Gradually, my wife got used to it. But every time these words accidentally came out of her mouth, she would stick out her tongue, make a face, and then smile triumphantly, very cute and charming.
When my wife moaned, it changed from simple "ah ah, um um" to "harder, faster, harder, hold on, fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuck me to death." "Harder" was when I was teasing her and not putting in much effort; "faster" was when she was close to her climax; "hold on" was when she had already reached orgasm and needed to prolong the pleasure. "Fuck me" was when she wanted to do it again after the orgasm; "fuck my pussy, fuck me to death" was her aphrodisiac when I was close to my climax. These two incantations have tricked me out of so much precious semen.
"Fuck my cunt, fuck me to death," is what we use for birthday flirting, but there are exceptions. Once on the bus, seeing that no one was paying attention, I secretly touched my wife's butt. My wife nervously looked around, and seeing that no one was watching, she got mischievous too. She breathed into my ear and said, "I want to get fucked, I want to get fucked, I want your cock to fuck my cunt." That was bad; my penis instantly became erect. My
wife looked at me with smug satisfaction, grinning wickedly. I was so angry I wanted to be a pervert on the bus. My wife saw that my eyes were green with envy and quickly moved closer to me, whispering, "Are you feeling really uncomfortable? What should I do?" What should I do? I waved my hand and said, "Get off the bus!" My wife obediently got off the bus with me.
We found a public restroom, and my wife timidly asked me, "Can't we go home? Does it have to be now?" I said, "Of course! There are three urgent needs that can't be ignored. Don't you know that saving a life is like putting out a fire?"
My wife followed behind me. I went into the men's room first, checked that none of the stalls were empty, and then waved my hand. My wife, with a teleportation technique, slipped in and closed the stall door at lightning speed, anxiously asking me, "Where's the big deal? Where's the small deal? Hurry up, we're doomed if someone finds out." "Big deal" means having sex, "small deal" means giving oral sex. My wife's terminology was "big deal" and "small deal," but she was really desperate today and borrowed my vocabulary. I won't argue with her for now; of course, it's "big deal."
My wife hurriedly lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down to her knees, and crawled forward, repeatedly saying, "Hurry up, please hurry up." I laughed and said, "Hurry up for what?" My wife went all out, saying repeatedly, "I want to get fucked, I want to be fucked, I want your cock to fuck my cunt. Fuck me quickly, fuck me to death!"
Taking this opportunity, I thought, "Why not give her a good lesson?" I said, "Spread your legs yourself." My wife obediently spread her legs. I then commanded her, "Masturbate for me." My wife was desperate and could only stick one finger inside to probe. "Two," I said, and my wife quickly inserted two fingers. A moment later, I said, "Three." My wife resigned herself to it; three fingers were her limit. The hymen around her vagina was stretched to the point of being transparent, and vaginal fluid was already dripping down. I couldn't hold back any longer and, without waiting for my wife to pull her fingers out, I thrust them in. My wife screamed, quickly pulled her fingers out, and pinched me hard. It
was so stimulating; after about ten minutes of thrusting, I was almost at my limit. Suddenly, two people came in talking. My wife and I immediately held our breath, hoping they were urinating, not defecating! Damn, it takes this long to pee. Finally, after they left, I didn't dare to mess around anymore and sped up my thrusting.
I usually try to last longer but always ejaculate prematurely. Today I wanted to ejaculate quickly, but I just couldn't quite manage it; I was always just a little short. It seems things rarely go as planned. What to do? I ordered my wife to moan. She complained, but resignedly began to moan softly. Everything is difficult at first. My wife had been struggling, but once she started moaning, her voice grew louder and louder.
Suddenly, footsteps approached. My wife was focused on moaning and didn't hear them, but I did. However, it was the most crucial moment, so I ignored it. The man came in, and we were both on the verge of climax. With a long, pleasurable moan from my wife, I ejaculated deep inside her. The guy outside heard it too, but instead of leaving, he stood there wanting to listen more. My wife turned pale with fright, staring blankly at me. I had no choice but to remain silent.
But that guy was so inconsiderate; he kept waiting. I finally spoke up: "Brother, that's enough!" Only then did he chuckle lewdly and leave. My wife, her face flushed, scolded me, "You might as well die! How can you go out like this? I'm too ashamed to face anyone. That guy is definitely waiting outside." I said, trying to sound tough, "If he dares, I'll beat him to death." My wife refused to go out, so I had to check the situation first. After leaving the public restroom and seeing that no one was there, I went back to call my wife. Only then did she cover her face with her bag and flee with me.
From then on, my wife never dared to flirt with me in public again, but I often reminisced about that terrifying public restroom experience. Actually, my wife's vagina really did hurt that day. I was too nervous at the time, and my wife didn't feel anything. It still hurt for several days afterward, but my wife took the blame and thought that she had started it. She didn't blame me. Instead, she gave me oral sex for a few days, and I enjoyed her vaginal fluids and semen for a few days. That's how lovable and touching my wife is.
(VII)
Three months after our marriage, my wife became pregnant. This was a great joy for the whole family. We started preparing all kinds of baby supplies with great enthusiasm, waiting for the baby's birth. My wife's belly wasn't showing yet, but her libido hadn't diminished at all. The doctor advised us to be careful with sex during the first three months, but despite the advice, we still did it all.
My wife couldn't bear to see me suffer, so she gave me oral sex. Watching her arch her back and lie on the bed giving me oral sex, her little mouth pouting round, her bright eyes observing my reaction, adjusting the pressure and rhythm as needed, was truly adorable. My hands were also playing with my wife's breasts, making her nipples swollen and swollen. My wife couldn't take it anymore and turned her buttocks around, letting me stimulate her vagina.
Although my wife's vagina had been used by me for more than three months, it was still incredibly pink and tender, her little pussy between her thighs full and plump. I inserted my index and middle fingers into my wife's vagina, carefully feeling the winding folds, while my thumb massaged my wife's clitoris. I thrust in and out in rhythm with my wife's stroking of my penis, and my wife moaned and panted as she stroked my penis.
I suddenly had an idea. I stuck a finger into my wife's anus. She quickly moved her buttocks away, scolding me playfully, "Don't be a pervert! It's filthy!" That's just how my wife is. She'll do anything with me, but she absolutely won't let me do anything to her anus. I couldn't help but plead, "Let me play a little! You see them in books and on DVDs!"
My wife said, "Don't even think about it! It's full of poop, it's filthy! You can do it, but don't think about doing anything to my mouth or my vagina again." I said with a pained expression, "That's too cruel! Isn't that going to kill me?" My wife tilted her head and thought for a moment, "If you do something that surprises me, maybe I'll consider it!"
My wife successfully diverted my attention, and I began to ponder how to surprise her. Surprise is difficult in some ways, easy in others. It's difficult because it's surprising, but easy because it doesn't necessarily have to be difficult or come at a high price. I racked my brains to deflower my wife. Finally, a plan came to me.
It was May, the weather was just right, neither too hot nor too cold. I arrived early at the reservoir east of the city to scout out the area. The reservoir wasn't large, but since it hadn't been developed for tourism, only bored people would come. The small hill east of the reservoir was overgrown with miscellaneous trees, and while there were a few caves, I couldn't find any habitable ones.
I walked and searched carefully, finally finding a cave that looked rather deep. I turned on my flashlight and crawled inside. The cave was quite deep, about ten meters, and relatively dry, though there were many weeds and rocks. I rolled up my sleeves and spent two hours cleaning it up, finally getting it to look decent. After clearing the area, I spent the afternoon buying some things and hiding them beforehand.
On Sunday morning, I took my wife by taxi to the reservoir. She asked curiously, "What are you doing? Why are you being so secretive?" When we arrived, I led her into the cave, took out her swimsuit from a hidden spot, and my wife immediately became excited. We learned to swim in college, but there's no swimming pool in our city. Bringing her here today, even just for swimming, was a surprise!
My wife didn't care about anything else, immediately stripping naked. I groped her while she changed. By the time she was dressed, her pussy was already soaking wet, but she was eager to swim, so she went in with her nipples sticking out and a gush of juices.
The water wasn't too hot yet. After swimming for a while, she got a little tired and we sat down to rest by the water. Then she exclaimed in surprise, "What a big fish! Why didn't you bring a fishing rod? Otherwise, we would have fish to eat!" I said mysteriously, "Kiss your husband's cock, and your wish will come true." My wife knew I was joking, but she still sucked my cock for a while. As for me, I used my fingers to poke her pussy for a long time, each of us getting our little pleasure.
My wife urged me to get out the fishing rod, and we had a fishing contest. There were so many fish; we caught three or four in no time, but my wife won because I was so busy touching her breasts that I didn't even notice the bait was gone. If I hadn't interfered, she might have caught even more.
When the fish were caught, my wife was dumbfounded. Were we each going to hold a fish and eat it? That's when I proudly brought out the grill and seasonings, started a fire, and personally cooked her a grilled fish and a fish soup. I also picked some wild vegetables and made two cold mountain vegetable salads. My wife ate until her belly was round and full, only stopping when she said she was stuffed.
After dinner, my wife said sweetly, "You're so thoughtful!" I said, "Just that one sentence?"
My wife said, "What else do you want?" I mischievously pointed behind her, and my wife rolled her eyes at me: "Here? We have to go home!" I said mysteriously, "Why go home? Isn't it good to be here under the open sky?"
My wife said nervously, "No way, what if someone comes?" I said, "Of course not now. Did you think my skills stopped there? The best is yet to come!"
After saying that, I dragged a raft out of the grass near the cave. This raft had taken the most effort to make; although it was very simple, both of us could swim, so even if it fell apart, it wouldn't matter. My wife confidently boarded the raft with me and paddled to the middle of the reservoir. Looking around, the scenery was breathtaking. The untouched natural beauty was far superior to any man-made tourist destination.
Seeing my wife's blissful expression, I was also very satisfied. After putting in so much effort, if my wife wasn't happy, I would be terribly wronged. Not wanting to spoil the atmosphere, my wife and I nestled together, quietly enjoying the view until sunset, before paddling back to the cave.
My wife was just getting ready to head home when I pulled a double sleeping bag out of the depths of the cave. She asked excitedly, "Are we spending the night here? Are there any wild animals?" I replied, "I'm the fiercest wild animal, what are you afraid of?" Even though I said I wasn't afraid, necessary precautions still needed to be taken. I lit a campfire at the cave entrance, reheated the leftover fish and vegetables from lunch, and my wife and I enjoyed a delicious meal before getting ready for bed.
My wife's face looked especially beautiful in the glow of the roaring fire. I gazed at her tenderly. After three months of my "training," my wife, who was no longer shy, became a little embarrassed and slowly lowered her head. I hugged her and kissed her from head to toe, also undressing her completely. My wife breathed softly.
Just as I was getting ready for a passionate encounter, my wife suddenly said, "For your performance today, I'll reward you properly." With that, she stood up and began to dance. She first put on her clothes one by one while dancing, then removed them with incredibly seductive movements, touching her breasts and buttocks in between, her actions utterly alluring and provocative. I watched, my eyes glazed over, drool dripping down my face…
Then, my wife raised one leg high, holding it with one hand, standing on one leg, her pink vulva facing me. She first sucked on a finger, then slowly slid it down her chin, lingering briefly on her elegant, slender neck, before finally reaching her beautiful breasts. My wife looked at me alluringly, gently kneading her nipples with two fingers. The nipples stood proudly erect. She then pinched the nipples and stretched them forcefully, shaping one breast into a beautiful form.
Suddenly, she released the nipple, and with a "snap," the nipple snapped back, and her beautiful breast trembled. My wife bit her lip, lifted one breast, licked the nipple with her tongue, gently furrowed her brow, and rubbed her breast with her hand. Then she moved her hand down, tracing circles around her navel before moving to her private area. She glanced at me, then twirled a tuft of pubic hair between her fingers, suddenly plucked a few strands, held them in her palm, and blew on them. The firelight wasn't very bright, but I could clearly see those beautiful pubic hairs fluttering towards me, reaching all the way to my heart, making me itch with desire.
Against the backdrop of the red campfire, my wife's body formed a beautiful silhouette, her entire outline seemingly surrounded by a golden edge, looking so pure and holy. My wife looked at my lecherous expression and smiled smugly, but in the blink of an eye, her brow furrowed slightly again. Her fingers had begun to knead her clitoris.
My wife turned her body to a different angle, her vulva now facing the firelight. I changed position accordingly, continuing to watch her incredibly erotic and depraved performance.
I never imagined that my wife, so pure and lovely in public, could be so adorable and wanton in bed, so alluring and seductive in this place. Even the Twelve Heavenly Demon Dances couldn't compare to one ten-thousandth of her charm. My wife
gently furrowed her brow, delicately kneading her clitoris, pulling back the foreskin, sometimes circling it with one finger, sometimes quickly pressing it, sometimes pinching and stroking it with two fingers, sometimes lifting it up. She began to moan softly, the soul-stirring sounds echoing in the cave, truly breathtaking.
I couldn't help but take out my penis, wanting to masturbate with my wife. She sucked on her finger with her red lips, placed it near her lips, and shook it at me, signaling me not to rush. I obediently remained still. My wife then inserted her fingers into her vagina, circling them around the opening. Suddenly, she pushed them in, then quickly pulled them out, stretching two fingers into a long strand. She smiled seductively and sucked on it with her lips. Then she inserted her fingers back into her vagina, thrusting them in and out at varying speeds, accompanied by moans from her throat. Her juices flowed freely.
She pulled her fingers out of her vagina and began circling her anus. I watched her intently, wondering what other surprises she had in store. She frowned, rubbed her anus for a while, and then suddenly inserted her middle finger. When she did, she visibly trembled. After a moment of adjustment, she began thrusting one middle finger into her anus, her moans growing louder.
What was I waiting for? I stood up, moved, and embraced her. Her body was soft, light, and radiant with heat.
I kissed her lips, neck, nipples, and navel, finally kneeling down to kiss her vulva, where sticky juices flowed everywhere. I kissed my wife again as I stood up and thrust my penis into her vagina. Like a swan struck by an arrow, she raised her head high and cried out loudly, "Fuck me, fuck me to death! Husband, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt hard..."
My wife aroused an unprecedented passion within me, and I pounded into her body with unprecedented force, my hands gripping her breasts tightly, roughly pinching her nipples. My wife screamed "Ah ah," trembling all over, still refusing to give in: "Husband, fuck me, fuck my asshole, fuck my cunt... faster, faster, I'm going to die! Ah... ah..."
While fucking her, I inserted a finger into her anus, feeling the membrane between her vagina and rectum, feeling my penis pounding back and forth inside her, the ridges of the glans scraping against the vaginal walls. At this moment, my wife reached her climax. Her anus and vagina convulsed simultaneously, her whole body trembled violently, her head tilted back at an incredible angle, and she let out a hoarse scream from deep in her throat.
To be continued
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