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Balcony under the moonlight 

The best way to share sexual experiences is through honesty; the quality of the writing itself is secondary. Haha, today I'm writing about one of my real experiences. I've been married for a few years now. After marriage, as couples become more familiar with each other's bodies, the passion in our sex life has gradually faded. I think sex shouldn't just be an accumulation of physical pleasure culminating in an orgasm; it should also be a fresh and intense psychological experience. So, when I'm having sex with my wife, I sometimes use some stimulating and novel methods, which feels good. Below is a true account of one of my experiences with my wife.

I remember it was one night in April this year. My wife and I were both quite aroused. To arouse her, I deliberately opened a website with erotic images. My wife doesn't usually look at these kinds of pictures, but she's an exception when she wants to have sex. She first sat next to me, looking at the pictures I had opened, and occasionally commenting on them, "How can these people do this?" This kind of commenting is typical of my wife—expressing her affirmative thoughts through a negative expression. Haha.

Later, I went to get a glass of water, and when I returned from the kitchen, she was already sitting in front of the computer clicking on those erotic images. Although it was April, the weather was quite nice and warm those few days. My wife and I were only wearing underwear. I sat down next to her, one arm around her shoulder, the other touching her breasts. Later, I simply pushed her bra up over her breasts, exposing her soft, white breasts. When I tried to suckle one of her nipples and gently parted her legs slightly with my hand, I knew my wife was aroused. My wife

wanted to go to the bed for sex, but I insisted on keeping her in the computer chair. After taking off her underwear, I also took off my own clothes. I spread my wife's legs on the armrests of the computer chair, holding onto the armrests with both hands so that her legs wouldn't slide down. At this point, my wife's head, upper body, and waist were in a small arch, almost buried in the computer chair. I gently pressed my erect penis against my wife's vaginal opening a few times. Her vagina was already wet, and I could feel the slipperiness of her vaginal opening with my glans. Just when my wife thought I was going to penetrate her, I did something she didn't expect. I pushed the computer chair from the computer to the balcony door and opened it, stopping at the threshold.

It was the night of the full moon, and the moonlight, though only at the balcony doorway, bathed my wife in its slanting rays. Our balcony overlooks the community square, a place where people often stroll day and night, but it was late, and only one or two people were walking in the distance; the square was eerily quiet. My wife was initially alarmed. She whispered that I might be seen and tried to get up, but I held her legs firmly in my arms. I leaned down to stop her struggle. At that moment, my wife and I felt as if we were outdoors—the moonlight, the open balcony, the square in front of our building, and especially the occasional passersby—all creating a novel experience. I wasn't worried about being seen, because we weren't actually on the balcony. Although my wife was fully exposed to the moonlight, she was tucked into the chair, while I, except for my lower body, remained in the darkness of the room. As I entered and exited my wife's body, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly, I teased her verbally, saying things like, "Your legs are raised so high, people downstairs can see them." My wife accepted and enjoyed what I was giving her; she was happy, moaning incessantly. Several times I had to pause, afraid her moans would disturb the neighbors next door. Finally, we both reached our climaxes almost simultaneously. Even now, thinking back, it remains a pleasurable memory.

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