My wife who can give oral sex 01-07

My wife, who performs oral sex

, first performed oral sex on my girlfriend a few days before our wedding.

That day, we spent the night in a male friend's dorm room.

There were two beds in the room; my friend slept in one, and my girlfriend and I slept in the other.

As dawn approached, I wanted to have sex with my girlfriend, but she refused, afraid the guy would hear.

I had to hold her head down and force her to give me oral sex. She was also afraid other men would hear her resistance, so she opened her mouth.

I ejaculated, and since she had nowhere to spit it out, she swallowed it.

Afterward, she got up and went outside to perform oral sex for about ten minutes.

From then on, I started having her perform oral sex on me.

After we got married, she performed oral sex on me a few more times.

During her pregnancy, the doctor said we shouldn't have sex too often.

But I was very sexually active at that time, so I had to have her perform oral sex on me.

She didn't resist much, on the condition that I shower beforehand.

Sometimes she would swallow the semen, and sometimes she would spit it into the toilet.

Occasionally, she would joke with me, pouting and asking me to kiss her, wanting me to taste the semen I ejaculated in her mouth, but I couldn't stand the smell. Thinking back on that sticky, viscous feeling, it must have been quite unpleasant. Thinking about it this way, my wife, who eats my semen, is truly great and adorable.

Now, my wife is menstruating and can't have sex with me, so I have to trouble her to give me oral sex.

Each time, I make sure to shower, and she rinses her mouth carefully.

Seeing her sucking on my penis, even getting a mouthful of semen,

I'm incredibly moved .

Once, I jokingly asked her if her colleagues knew that her mouth had once eaten "penis."

She was incredibly embarrassed, saying that oral sex was really tiring because her mouth had to be kept wide open in an "O" shape the whole time…

One day, after drinking two bottles of beer, my wife said my glans smelled of alcohol while giving me oral sex.

I don't know if she was joking or telling the truth?

Some people say that having a wife with excellent oral skills is a great blessing in my life. Actually, my wife's oral skills aren't that great, it's just that she doesn't mind doing it for me often.

Because I feel guilty towards her, I don't dare ask her to do anything too difficult.

When my wife gives me oral sex, I usually have her take off her clothes too, and I massage her genitals with my toes, gently rubbing her labia.

This makes her more willing to give me oral sex.

And she will involuntarily wiggle her hips, which is very stimulating and enjoyable for both of us.

This is my honest experience, and I'm sharing it with everyone selflessly.

After many friends found out, they envied me for being so lucky to have such a good wife, saying that it's admirable that she's willing to do this, truly a virtuous wife at home!

Some even said that my wife is so great, and they also want a wife like that, saying that with such a wife, what more could a husband ask for? I don't know if everyone is being sincere.

(II)

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Thank you, Brother Yiyan, for remembering me. I'll start by expressing my gratitude with this short piece.
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In the early days of our marriage, my wife and I lived in her dormitory.

It was a small 15-square-meter room shared by three couples.

After 11 pm, every bed would become lively.

One bed was right next to ours.

This couple, both with slightly lower levels of education (vocational school graduates), were less reserved and often made a lot of noise. The creaking of the bed was obvious, but frankly, even their soft breathing and the friction of their lovemaking were audible. At its worst, he even made our bed shake a little.
Usually, at this point, my wife would bury her flushed face in my chest.

We would kiss lightly… My wife would grasp my penis with her hand, and I would stroke her round, pert buttocks.

My wife's buttocks were quite eye-catching among women, especially when she wore white jeans; they were incredibly sexy.

When I couldn't resist climbing on top of her, she stubbornly refused to let me penetrate her.

She was always very shy. She was afraid others would hear the sounds we made while making love.

But I was incredibly hard, and I absolutely had to find a vagina to penetrate.

At this point, my wife would willingly crawl under the covers and take my glans into her alluring mouth, sucking hard.

I enjoyed the sensation of her tongue while listening to the sounds of our intercourse coming from the other bed, which was quite a pleasure.

Sometimes, I would also insert my big toe into my wife's narrow vagina and gently thrust in and out.

For some reason, although my wife wasn't a virgin when she married me, her vagina remained very tight and elastic even after two years of marriage...

At this point, my wife would twist her hips even more vigorously, sucking on me, and even playfully taking my testicles into her mouth.

In the end, I ejaculated in her mouth, and afraid of making a sound, she had no choice but to swallow my semen under the covers...

The first time she swallowed my semen, she almost vomited, but after that, she didn't mind eating it.
When she came out of bed, her head was covered in fragrant sweat, her lower body was often glistening with moisture from my toes, and her mouth was full of semen.

The couple having sex in the next bed could never have imagined that our lovemaking was no less impressive than theirs.

(III)

Summer came, and the blankets grew thinner and thinner, making it harder and harder to hide the sucking sounds my wife made while giving me oral sex under the covers.

The sounds from the next bed were also clearer and clearer, often arousing our lust. On two occasions, we couldn't hold back and made love in bed as well.

It was quite a spectacle that three couples were working at the same time in the small dormitory.

My wife still couldn't stand it. She felt that the small dormitory had become a brothel, turning everyone into pigs and dogs.

Moreover, she always couldn't help but let out soft screams when she orgasmed.

I suspected that she had already become the object of the other two men's spying and sexual fantasies.

Of the three women, she was the most beautiful, had the best figure, and was a genuine university undergraduate. The two husbands, when chatting, always liked to stare at her pretty face, breasts, and buttocks.

Because she was particularly sensitive to heat, she loved wearing very thin skirts in the summer. Even though she was usually careful, when she bent over to cook or chat with others, she would often inadvertently reveal a deep cleavage and the curves of her buttocks, which greatly pleased the two men in the dormitory.

When they made love with their wives at night, they deliberately made a lot of noise, seemingly intentionally letting my wife hear, to demonstrate their masculine prowess and strength.

One time, my wife couldn't help but secretly tell me, "Honey, I think other women last longer in bed than you!"

Because my foreskin is a bit long, my glans is extremely sensitive and can't withstand the stimulation of my wife's delicate vagina. Often, I'd only be inside for a few moments, less than five minutes, before I was finished.

Usually, we'd be working on them from behind, and by the time we were done, they were still going strong.

In terms of endurance, I was definitely outmatched by those two men.

Besides, I suspected they had already discovered my wife's secret of giving me oral sex.

They often complimented my wife's mouth with malicious intent, and they liked to buy bananas, peel them, and give them to her. They said my wife looked adorable eating bananas, both elegant and pleasing to the eye.

At first, my wife was quite pleased, thinking they were genuinely complimenting her. Later, after I pointed it out, she understood what men meant by women eating bananas.

From then on, her face would flush red whenever she saw a banana, and she dared not bite into one in front of others.

To enjoy sex with my wife more, I went to great lengths.

After some research, I found the gym upstairs in our dormitory to be a good place.

There were two ping-pong tables there, where the three of us young couples and the bachelors often played. At night, when no one was there, the door was never closed. At night,

while the two couples in the room were making love, we would quietly slip upstairs.

I would have my wife lift her skirt, lie on her back on the ping-pong table, spread her legs, revealing her alluring vulva…
Although I dared not turn on the light and couldn't see her narrow opening clearly, I could still accurately locate her private parts. Sometimes, after a few random thrusts, my wife would personally guide my penis, leading me into her sacred paradise.

I could finally hold my wife's plump, white buttocks and make love to my heart's content, and my wife could let out not-so-suppressed moans…

Afterwards, my meticulous wife would always use her skirt to wipe away the remaining filth on the ping-pong table.
Occasionally, my wife and I would play the "69" position on the ping-pong table, where she would suck my penis with her delicate mouth while I sucked her thin labia into my mouth and inserted my tongue into her vagina...

In the end, I would suck a mouthful of her vaginal fluid, and she would have her mouth covered in it. Once, while my wife was giving me oral sex, I mischievously tried to insert a clean ping-pong ball into her vagina.

But her vagina was too small; after a lot of effort, I could only manage to squeeze in half of the ball.
I tried to push it in harder, but my wife got impatient, spat out my penis, and said, "If you keep messing around, I won't let you suck it anymore."

I said aggrievedly, "A ping-pong ball is just like a man's glans. I just wanted to see if a bigger glans would make you enjoy it more."

"I don't want any big glans, I just want you!" My wife said, playfully kissing my glans, then suddenly pressed herself against me, quickly twisting her plump, white buttocks...

We both reached an unprecedented orgasm at the same time.

The next day, when we came in to play ping-pong with a large group of men again, my wife and I exchanged knowing smiles.

No man would have expected the intimate moments that happened on that ping-pong table that night, and no one would have thought that the ball they were hitting had once touched my wife's vagina, perhaps even with a little bit of my wife's vaginal fluid on it...

But the men still liked playing ping-pong with my wife, and even watching her play was a pleasure.

While playing, her high, firm breasts swayed back and forth, her round, pert buttocks twisted and turned, and she kept making soft moans, which was truly captivating...

(IV)

The ping-pong table in the gym became my wife's and my playground for romance.

Unexpectedly, things still took an unexpected turn.

One time, my wife was recognized as an outstanding employee at work and received a bonus. That evening, we celebrated by making love on the ping-pong table.

Halfway through, I wanted to try something different, so I pulled my already wet penis out of my wife's vagina and brought it to her mouth.

My wife understood and opened her alluring red lips, rubbing my penis back and forth between her lips, while her tongue licked my glans back and forth.

Finally, she took my swollen glans into her mouth and sucked on it with a "smack smack" sound, like a greedy little girl munching on an ice pop.

I used both hands to pry open her thin labia, licking her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, teasing her vulva with delight.

My wife curled up, itchy all over, sucking even more eagerly.

My lower body was painfully throbbing, and under the attack of her little mouth, it immediately became thick and hard.

To insert my tongue deeper into my wife's vagina, I threw her floral panties hanging on one leg to the ground, and then lifted her legs onto my shoulders.

In this way, my wife's vagina was close to my mouth, and her narrow vulva was stretched wide open.
"Hehe, no one would have thought that my dignified and lovely wife, the advanced female worker in her workplace, would lie on the ping-pong table like this for me to play with, right?" My tongue slipped inside, moving like a little snake within my wife's jade vulva.

"It's all your fault. If people find out, I'll be too ashamed to show my face." My wife said coquettishly, exhausted. The tingling and itching sensation in her vagina made her whole body feel like it was on fire. Her right hand involuntarily lifted her short skirt and reached down to caress her vagina, inserting two fingers inside and stirring them incessantly.

"You not only have to be an advanced worker, but you also have to be second to none in lovemaking. That's what you call all-round development," I joked with her.

After a while, a little bit of fluid seeped from my penis. My wife was overjoyed and sucked even more vigorously, her mouth wide open, beads of sweat sliding down her flushed face, while her left hand moved incessantly inside her vagina, her fingers covered in her own juices.

The intense stimulation made me groan involuntarily, pleasure coursing through my entire body. Her pubic hair moved wildly on her face, making her face feel tingling and itchy.

My wife's sucking became more intense, a little fluid dripping from the corner of her mouth, adding to the feeling of spring's exhilaration against her beautiful face.

The tightness of her small mouth aroused my desire to ejaculate.

"Honey, you have to hold on," my wife said reluctantly, spitting out my penis. The saliva on her tongue mixed with the saliva on my penis, forming a long, sticky line.

My penis grew even thicker, the veins on the glans bulging. A tingling, numb sensation spread through every cell, my bones ached, and I recklessly thrust deep into her throat.

My wife's eyes rolled back as I thrust into her, unable to breathe. I stroked her sweet face and thrust forty or fifty times in one go.

My wife seemed to be suffocating, moaning softly, her pink lips turning bright red.

I hurriedly pulled out of her mouth.

My wife gasped for breath, coughing incessantly.

I then had her hold onto the ping-pong table, her round buttocks raised high.

I guided my thick penis with my hand, aiming it at her already open vulva and thrusting inside.

My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, making my thrusting slightly difficult; it felt as if my penis was being sucked by her vagina.

"Tell me, female advanced worker, what does this position look like?" I thrust in and out, letting the head of my penis scrape against the sensitive walls of my wife's vagina.

"Like a bitch," my wife replied irritably, her cheeks flushed, panting heavily, and forcefully arching her snow-white buttocks.

Gradually, the sounds of "splashing" and "slapping" came from her lower body, along with the slapping of my body against her buttocks.

I thrust my penis as far as I could into her body, guiding her towards a carnal climax with me.
She tried to push me away, but she was too weak to even lift her hand, so she could only muster her strength and endure the thick nectar gushing from the depths of her flower like a spring.

I don't know where the strength came from, but I kept thrusting and pumping, constantly feeling the pleasure brought by the contractions of my wife's vaginal walls.

The vaginal fluid in my wife's peach blossom cave was almost dried up, and I forcefully shot my hot semen into her body, all the way into her uterus.

One ejaculation after another, each time causing my wife's body to tremble violently.

"My dear female advanced worker, how does my reward tonight compare to the certificate and bonus your company boss gave you?" I asked smugly.

"Pah, I can't be bothered with you." My wife spat at me, glanced at her wristwatch, and said hurriedly, "It's almost midnight, let's go back to the dorm and rest. I played for more than half an hour today, three times longer than usual. I can't sleep in and be late tomorrow morning, or the company will laugh at me for being an outstanding employee."

"That's right." I quickly took her hand and went downstairs.

That night, we slept soundly, naked in each other's arms.

But when my wife woke up the next morning, she suddenly noticed something!

She was still dazed from my vigor last night, and in her haste, she came downstairs with me naked. Her floral panties were still lying on the floor of the ping-pong table upstairs.

She hurriedly put on her clothes and rushed upstairs with me.

A few men who were doing their morning exercise were playing ping-pong. When they saw her, their crotches bulged, and they said with smirks, "Good morning, want to play a few games?"

"No! No!" She glanced nervously at the floor, and her floral panties were gone!
Good heavens! She was so shocked that her face turned pale, and I was at a loss for words.

(5)

“Hey, are you guys going to play ball?” several men asked loudly, one of them even tossing a racket to my wife in a flattering manner.

They usually love playing ball with my wife.

My wife is light and graceful, and her ball skills are decent. But what is most attractive is her demeanor and posture when she plays ball.

My wife always likes to wear a sleeveless vest when she plays ball, and if they are lucky, they can take the opportunity to admire her breasts when she bends down to pick up the ball.

“No, you guys play, I don’t want to play.” My wife shook her head.

“If you’re not going to play ball, then what are you doing here so early?” one of the men asked.

“Nothing… nothing, just came up to take a look. I just finished eating and have nothing to do…” My wife blushed to her neck, pretended to watch the ball for a while, and then turned her hips and went downstairs.

Several men stared at her back, and couldn’t find their rhythm when playing ball.

“It’s all your fault, you made me lose my panties.” She said to me aggrievedly at the bottom of the stairs.

“Yes, where could it have gone?” I asked suspiciously.

“Could those men playing pool have picked it up?” my wife asked worriedly.

“No way, I didn’t see your underwear near them,” I tried my best to reassure her.

“Why would the person who found it keep my underwear near them…” my wife said anxiously, twisting the hem of her skirt. “I’m so embarrassed now! My underwear was under the pool table, whoever found it will definitely guess what we were doing on the table!”

“Don’t worry, even if they picked it up, it’s not a big deal. Who would know it was your underwear! There are other women upstairs, you’re not the only one,” I continued to reassure her.

“What do you know! Now all women’s underwear is in solid colors. I’m the only woman upstairs wearing floral underwear, and they’re doing it all for you…” my wife felt even more aggrieved.

Indeed, I’ve always liked my wife wearing floral underwear. I’ve also noticed that when the women hang their clothes out to dry, only my wife’s underwear is floral.

“Don’t worry, maybe the cleaning staff took it as trash…” I comforted my wife.
"I hope so!" My wife sighed helplessly, changed into her work clothes, and hurried off to work.
For several days, my wife seemed lost in thought, anxious and uneasy about her missing underwear. I tried to get her to come upstairs for sex, but she refused.

But everything was calm; no one bothered her, no one joked about the underwear, and no one threatened her.

My wife finally relaxed, believing that the underwear had indeed been picked up by someone unaware of the situation. Thank goodness, she agreed to come upstairs with me again.

The moonlight was beautiful that night, and the small dormitory room was filled with restless activity. Because we both understood each other implicitly, our actions became increasingly unrestrained. My wife and I both felt the bed shaking and heard that familiar sound. We quietly got out of bed.

"It's so late, are you still going out?" The man on the other bed heard our movements and stopped.

"Yes, yes, we're going outside for some fresh air and to admire the moon," my wife said, sticking out her tongue at me.
"You college students are so romantic!" a man on the other bed grumbled. He was panting as he spoke, and it was clear he was still inside his wife.

"We'll be out for a bit, you two continue," I said, half-jokingly, half-seriously, taking my wife's hand as we left.

This time, however, my wife had been thoughtful. Before getting out of bed, she had deliberately removed her bra and panties, leaving her in only a dress. This way, she was completely naked underneath, and once we were upstairs, I could simply lift her skirt and have sex with her to my heart's content. I couldn't help but admire her genius; my wife was quite gifted in lovemaking.
Upstairs, I eagerly pushed my wife down onto the ping-pong table and lifted her skirt. Moonlight streamed in through the window, and I could clearly see my wife's beautiful body. Her thighs were long and white, and although her groin was dark, her pubic hair was sparse rather than thick.

For a while, I longed for my wife to have a thick, bushy pubic hair, and I even did a lot of research on it. I heard that shaving a woman's pubic hair and then rubbing her genitals with ginger slices could promote its growth.

That noon, since no one was in the dormitory, I decided to try it. Unexpectedly, my wife strongly resisted shaving her pubic hair, saying she would be too ashamed to face anyone if they found out.

I said, "You're not going to publicly display your genitals, how will people know you've shaved your pubic hair?"
My wife said, "Men certainly won't notice, but what about women? I always shower in public bathhouses, how can they not notice I have no hair down there? What am I supposed to say if they ask?"

I said, "Why don't you choose a time when you don't know anyone to shower? If you happen to be face-to-face with someone, you can cover your genitals with a towel! Who would lift your towel to see your genitals?"

After much coaxing, my wife finally agreed to have her hair shaved. The process of shaving my wife's pubic hair was also incredibly exciting. As the small scissors snipped away at her curly pubic hair, her shy expression was simply adorable. Finally, I used the razor to shave her mons pubis three more times until it was completely clean.

Looking at my wife's hairless vulva, so different from before, I suddenly felt a surge of lust. I pounced on her, kissing her vulva, which resembled a baby's mouth, and inserted my tongue into her narrow vagina.

Because her vulva was hairless, it was especially convenient for me to nibble on it. Unlike before, I didn't have to worry about getting her pubic hair in my mouth. So, I would suck her soft labia into my mouth and chew them gently, and then I would insert my tongue deep into her vagina and suck her nectar with a "scratching" sound. I even squeezed my nose between her two smooth labia and teased her small clitoris with a series of smacking sounds.

She couldn't take it anymore. Her buttocks twisted, her legs contracted and opened repeatedly, and she hummed softly. Her tongue also opened its mouth and took my penis in, then licked along the lower edge of my erect penis. I felt that

my wife's mouth was even more comfortable and stimulating than her vagina. I was almost at the peak of pleasure. I rotated my penis and let her tender tongue swirl around the head of my penis.

My wife stared at my penis, her beautiful eyelashes occasionally fluttering as she glanced at me. She would move her delicate tongue up and down on my engorged penis from time to time, finally taking it into her mouth and stirring it with her tongue.

Because it was so stimulating, I only thrust in and out of her mouth about thirty times before my body trembled, and streams of semen shot into her throat like bullets. Before my wife could react, it was all down her throat. My semen was still gushing out with a "plop plop plop" sound.

"Ugh, you're disgusting, you've got my mouth all messed up!" My wife, her mouth full of semen, pretended to vomit.

I was also covered in sweat, my face filled with a happy and satisfied smile, and I said in a coquettish tone, "Wife, swallow it. People say that a man's semen is a woman's best beautician! As long as a woman eats this stuff often, she will never age."

My wife had no choice but to gulp down all the semen.

Afterwards, my wife glanced down at her pubic area, which was a mess of slick, wet flesh from my tongue, and said, "I'm so embarrassed." She then instructed me, "Don't throw my pubic hair away carelessly. Wrap it in paper and put it in the trash can, otherwise someone might find it and we'll make a fool of ourselves."

I agreed, but I carefully wrapped her pubic hair in paper and hid it in a small suitcase under the bed.

The next day, my wife was a little uncomfortable at work. If someone stared at her genitals, she would instinctively clench her legs, as if afraid they would discover her secret of having no pubic hair. Fortunately, everything seemed normal; no one noticed that this responsible and beautiful woman had had her pubic hair shaved off by her husband.

Once her pubic hair had fully grown back, I shaved it off again. This was repeated three to five times. My wife's pubic hair was slightly thicker than before, but it wasn't much more abundant, and it was far from being lush.

One time, while she was showering, her female companion inadvertently noticed the lack of pubic hair. Curious, the companion asked her what was going on.

She blushed deeply and said awkwardly, "I'm a little hot, so I shaved it off. It's like how women cut their hair short in the summer."

Her companion, unable to keep quiet, probably let slip her secret. From then on, every summer, her male colleagues looked at her strangely, some even jokingly saying, "Hey beautiful, summer's here, have you cut your hair yet?"

Actually, during this time, my views changed; I found my wife's sparse pubic hair quite attractive and stopped shaving her. But she still carried the reputation of being a "hairless beauty."

At that moment, the moonlight illuminated my wife's alluring vulva, her cute face, and her small mouth, and my lower body became erect again. Facing her lying on the ping-pong table, which hole should I insert into first?
(End)

(VI)

My wife lay on her back on the ping-pong table, the moonlight spilling over her, making her appear dreamlike and beautiful.
I pounced on her, hugged her, one hand kneading her firm buttocks, the other already climbing up to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between my fingers, rubbing her breasts with my entire palm.
"Husband, don't do this," my wife cried out, feigning resistance.

"I'm going to do this, so what? Shout!" I hugged her tightly without hesitation.

Most men think that as long as they are considerate and obedient to women, they can win their hearts, but this may be a very, very big mistake!

Many psychological experts have analyzed that even the most normal women have a psychology of depending on men. When dealing with women, one should take the initiative and give orders; when being firm, one should be firm to the end.

Of course, I understand this principle. At first, I gently caressed my wife's breasts. As she wore an expression of ecstasy and let out a sweet sigh, I used my fingertips to pull her breasts upwards, then gently cupped and kneaded them with my palms. A deep cleavage was then squeezed out from the edge of her breasts.

This cleavage of my wife's attracted countless men's gazes whenever she played ping-pong.

At that moment, the sensory nerve endings of her nipples, densely packed like a fishing net, received the stimulation from my fingers, giving her an explosive pleasure.

She involuntarily hugged me tightly, her delicate tongue slipping between my lips, swirling in my mouth, her small hands encircling my body, gripping my back tightly.

Images of my wife giving me oral sex flashed through my mind, along with men lustfully watching her play ping-pong, kissing her passionately while kneading her breasts.

"Darling, your breasts are like two giant ping-pong balls," I said seductively.

"It's more like a snowball, but where in the world is there a ping-pong ball as big as me?" My wife couldn't help but let out a sweet, coquettish voice, grabbing my penis through my pants. "When you get hard, it looks a bit like a ping-pong paddle in my hand."

After a passionate kiss, my wife's tongue reluctantly left my mouth.

I stroked her soft vulva between her legs and asked, "Want to make love?"

"Yes, I want it so badly," my wife replied, pouting deliberately.

"Do you want to make love with me, or with those two virile guys in the dorm?" I asked teasingly.
My wife's face turned red again, and she replied shyly, "Of course I want to make love with you, I don't want anyone else's big dick."

Hearing the word "dick" from my innocent wife's mouth for the first time, my penis became even harder. I never expected that my usually quiet wife could use such a vulgar word.

"Darling, are you serious?" My heart skipped a beat.

"Of course!" My wife nestled coquettishly in my arms.

"But...have you seen their genitals? Otherwise, how would you know they have big dicks? And not small or short dicks?" I suddenly caught her off guard.

My wife hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head shyly, tapped my forehead with her fingertip, and said, "Silly boy, what are you thinking? They've lived under the same roof as us for so long, and they're always so loud and long in bed, how could I not guess?"

My mind went blank again; my wife's words were believable. However, the thought of those two guys having sex with my wife while she was making wild guesses about the size of their dicks made me a little jealous.

"To be honest, when they're having sex, don't you also wish you had a big thing inside you?" My hand reached for my wife's vulva, probing inside her little hole.

"You know perfectly well, I'm not answering you." My wife twisted her hips, turned around, but her little hand still gripped my penis tightly.

Having such a charming yet gentle and lovely wife at home, I didn't know whether to be happy or unlucky.

"Honey, don't you want me anymore?" My wife turned around again, hooked her arms around my neck, and said coquettishly.

“Yes…of course I want you. I want you…you’re so beautiful, so charming, if I didn’t want you, someone else would have snatched you away long ago.” I kissed her cheek again.

“Then hurry up.” My wife urged nervously, “If we stay here too long, I’m afraid something might happen.”

As she spoke, she lifted her skirt, revealing her snow-white, upturned buttocks…

“You…you’re really not wearing anything underneath?” I wanted to tease her.

My wife hesitated for a moment before shyly saying, “I lost my panties last time, and I don’t want to make the same mistake again.”

“Hmph, maybe you deliberately left your panties behind last time…” I continued to tease her intentionally.
“Are you crazy? I’m so worried about this. I’m so afraid something might happen…” my wife said anxiously.

“What could possibly happen with a little pair of panties?” I asked dismissively.

“I can’t really say, but a woman’s intuition tells me that my panties didn’t go into the trash… Who could have picked them up?” my wife whispered.

“I have a sixth sense too. I think it must have been a man. Maybe he’s masturbating in front of your panties,” I said mischievously.

“Oh dear, that’s very possible. There are so many perverted men these days…” my wife’s face paled instantly. “It’s so ugly! Maybe there are even a few of my pubic hairs stuck to my panties. If that guy had them, wouldn’t I be too ashamed to show my face to anyone?”

“Too ashamed to show your face to anyone? Then you can show your face to anyone with your ass and vulva,” I said with a laugh.

“Pah, I’m being serious with you,” my wife said, her face flushing red.

“You really made a fool of yourself this time. Maybe that guy got your underwear and is fantasizing about holding you, aiming at your pussy, and happily penetrating you.” I couldn’t help but feel a surge of jealousy as I said this. “And your pubic hair will definitely give him a lot of stimulation.”

“I face those men every day, but I don’t know who has my underwear? And what will that guy think of me with my pubic hair in his arms? What outrageous things will he do?” My wife twisted her waist uneasily, her small hands involuntarily covering her genitals, as if afraid that some bad thing would take advantage of her vulnerability.

“Yes, maybe he’ll call and make you go to a secluded place to get your underwear and pubic hair, forcing you to have sex with him, to become his mistress, or even rape you, or even have a few friends gang rape you… If you refuse to go to such a place, he’ll threaten to release your underwear and pubic hair publicly, even taking pictures and posting them online…”

“Oh my god, what should I do?” My wife nestled against me like a little bird, looking at me helplessly, her eyes filled with sorrow and pity.

“What are you afraid of? This is just my guess, it’s not like anyone can actually do it to you. No one has bothered you these past few days, which means that guy hasn’t thought of these ideas yet, or he’s just a coward. He should be satisfied with getting one pair of your underwear. You are mine, only I can enjoy you, enjoy your body.” I finished speaking, looking at my wife’s big, watery eyes and pretty mouth.

“If that’s really the case, that would be wonderful.” My wife smiled sweetly, feeling much more at ease.

Although she didn't have cherry-like lips, her thick lips were incredibly sexy. And these were lips that could sing and had tasted a man's... well, you know.

I couldn't help but lean closer to her face and say, "Your lips are especially beautiful tonight."

"Are you up to no good again?" My wife's eyebrows were like spring mountains, her nose like goose fat, her pretty face flushed, and her beautiful little mouth slightly parted...

Having a wife who can taste a penis is truly different; it brings many unexpected pleasures to sex and life.

(The End)

(VII)

However, my wife didn't seem to have found the feeling yet.

My glans hovered near her mouth.

"Why don't you come in?" My wife wiggled her buttocks.

Her little buttocks were truly captivating, round and perky, attracting men's attention wherever she went. Whenever she played ping-pong, many men would gather around, supposedly to watch the game, but actually more to admire her swaying breasts and buttocks.

She was initially a little embarrassed, but she got used to it and became natural, no longer bothered by the men's blatant admiring gazes.

"Hehe! My dear wife, your teeth are so sharp, I wouldn't dare to misbehave without your permission." I looked at my wife with innocent eyes, but moved my body forward slightly, my thick penis already pressed against her lips.
"Hehe, are you scared?" A faint, musky scent stimulated my wife, her eyes becoming even more hazy. Understandingly, she held my penis and began to suck on it reverently.

Although there was a slight fishy smell, she still licked my testicles with her tender tongue, and finally boldly opened her cherry lips, taking my glans into her mouth.

The moment my penis entered her beautiful mouth, my body trembled slightly, and I took a deep breath. My wife's warm and small mouth sent a tingling sensation through my body.

I thrust my hips forward, my penis plunging straight into her mouth.

My long penis reached my wife's throat.

My wife's breathing began to become a little rough, and she murmured breathlessly, her alluring tongue appearing and disappearing with each breath.

I hugged her again and asked, "How was the oral sex?"

"What do you mean, 'how was it'? You're having a good time, but my cheeks are sore and numb..." my wife scolded me. Her tender tongue, like a nimble snake, circled around the fleshy groove of my glans, tapping, licking, kissing, and biting, until my lower body felt like it was about to explode. I quickly took a deep breath to hold back my ejaculation.

"I'll make it up to you." Looking at her little mouth, which was filled to the brim by my penis, I felt a little guilty.
"How will you make it up to me?" my wife deliberately provoked me.

"Next time, I'll lick your vulva too." I said ecstatically.

"Pah! Dream on!" Ya Hui twisted her slender waist coquettishly. "I want it now."

"But I've already rinsed my mouth today, I don't want to eat that rotten persimmon down there." I noticed that my wife's lower body was already dripping wet.

"I don't want to eat my rotten persimmon, and I don't want to eat your rotten banana!" my wife spat out my glans in a huff.

The way my beautiful woman was angry was both pitiful and lovable.

"Honestly, darling, do you regret marrying me?" I patted her plump, round bottom, gazing at her tenderly.

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have married you. You're penniless, powerless, and you bully people, stuffing filth into their mouths—you're awful. I was such a fool to marry you." My wife pouted, her lips still sticky with my semen, and said coquettishly.

"Really?" I pretended to be dejected, lowering my head.

"Just kidding. Actually, from the moment I became your wife, I knew my happiness would only increase." My wife then kissed my forehead affectionately.

"For a penniless scholar like me, marrying a wife like you is truly a blessing. Your willingness to perform oral sex on me already makes me feel like an emperor. However, I won't mistreat you. I may not be able to buy you a house or a car, but I can give you a big, loving cock that cherishes you..."
I took a deep breath, had my wife support herself on the table, her upper body arched, her plump buttocks raised high. I stood behind her, admiring her smooth, round buttocks.

From her cleft, I could clearly see her slightly open vulva and tightly closed anus; her small labia and pink bud were so dazzling.

I could no longer resist the temptation. I pressed my face tightly against her little buttocks, sticking out my tongue to lick her alluring vulva and labia, and of course, I didn't miss her little anus.

My wife had just taken a shower, and the scent of bath gel still lingered on her vulva and anus.

I spat a large mouthful of saliva onto my wife's already wet vulva and slapped her plump right buttock hard, making her cry out, "Ah..."

"You little slut, I'll teach you to cry." I deliberately let my thick, erect penis lightly touch my wife's labia and anus, while my hands played with her round, snow-white buttocks.

"Ah...husband, you...faster..." my wife lowered her eyes and pleaded softly. But her little buttocks moved back to meet me.

"Can't take it? You little slut who needs to be fucked, you're not comfortable if no one fucks you, are you?" I said, inserting my dark red penis head into my wife's tight buttocks, directly into her wet vulva.
Lubricated by the sweat in my wife's vagina, my penis slid in all the way, the head pressing hard against her clitoris, making her legs go weak and she cry out, her breasts swaying back and forth.
As I thrust in and out, I reached under her skirt to caress her small breasts.

With each thrust, her white buttocks writhed.

Looking at her flushed cheeks, I couldn't resist another round of vigorous thrusting. My penis was fully inserted into her pink vagina, the head grinding against her soft clitoris. My

wife's tight vagina contracted violently, accompanied by moans of "oh oh," as she shook her head violently.
I thrust my thick penis in and out, the head scraping against the sensitive walls of her vagina. At the same time, I suppressed the urge to ejaculate, my hands sometimes caressing her round, plump buttocks, sometimes grabbing her full breasts, trying to distract myself from the intense pleasure emanating from my penis.

Her two white, plump buttocks were kneaded by my hands, her tender, pepper-like breasts sandwiching my hands, the tingling sensation further arousing my desire. I thrust my magnificent weapon forward, charging relentlessly towards her secret garden.

We seemed to have forgotten the passage of time, completely forgetting the time and place.

My wife was now covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her mouth constantly moaning, "Ah... um..."
But at that moment, I had no thought of tenderness. All I knew was that my wife was a woman, a beautiful woman, a woman who could bring me pleasure.

So I thrust and pumped relentlessly, constantly feeling the pleasure brought by the contractions of her vaginal walls.

The vaginal fluids in my wife's peach blossom cave were almost dried up. I shuddered a few times, then lay motionless on her back. Hot semen forcefully shot into her body.

"Darling, making love with you is so wonderful... Marrying a wife like you, who can use both her upper and lower orifices, I've truly lived a worthwhile life. I believe there aren't many husbands in the world as happy as me." After a while, I finally pulled out my wet penis with a "plop" and slowly left her body.
A stream of milky white semen flowed from between my wife's slightly swollen labia.

Just as I lifted myself up, I saw what looked like a figure outside the window...

I wondered if I was seeing things...

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