My wife's long-lost beauty

"What are you standing there for... go to sleep..." Heh, I didn't even know when my wife took a shower. Hearing her call me, I noticed she was already out of the shower, changed into her bathrobe, and was getting ready for bed. In the soft light, I thought my wife was truly beautiful. The phrase "beauty that could shame the moon and shame the flowers

" wouldn't be an exaggeration when describing her. Honestly, I should be content with having such a beautiful wife, both inside and out. But the human heart is never satisfied. While it's impossible to "see all the beauties in the world," what "capable" man wouldn't want to see a few more? Besides, distance makes the heart grow fonder. Being so close to my wife every day has given me visual fatigue. She doesn't whine or act coy, so I almost forget she's there. Damn it, I'm such a fool! I have such a beautiful wife, why go looking elsewhere...? Smelling the faint scent of her hair after her shower, my testosterone surged. We... haven't made love for a month or so, have we? I was secretly calculating in my mind. My wife is very traditional; she's the kind of woman who wouldn't say it even if she really wanted to. I'm usually observant and can decipher some of her hints or actions. Lately, I've been focusing all my attention on my lover… I suddenly felt a little guilty, so I hugged her and asked her to "do my laundry."

"Doing laundry" was a code word for "making love" that my wife overheard while playing mahjong. She told me it as a joke, and we started using it too. Although I think it's not very vivid, it's still much more subtle and humorous than using phrases like "once," "do it once," or "catch the mouse" before.

Actually, after last night's passionate encounter with my lover and this morning's "refueling," I was already quite "satisfied." After a long day at work, I was incredibly sleepy. Asking my wife to do the laundry now, besides feeling guilty, was entirely a strategic retreat—my wife and I usually have to make appointments beforehand, and the chances of me paying immediately are slim (if I make an appointment in advance, she'll come home from her mahjong club earlier so as not to disturb my sleep too much; I usually have two rounds, which last a long time). Knowing my wife's nature, I thought she would politely refuse by saying it was "too late," but I was wrong.

"...Wash...it...I...am willing...to be punished..." My wife's face was slightly flushed as she took my underwear from the closet, gesturing for me to wash it. Seeing my wife's expectant look, I had no choice but to perk up and go into the bathroom.

"Punishment" is a kind of fun we have in our lives; whoever loses gets punished ranging from washing dishes or scratching an itch to having sex. When it comes to punishing someone with sex, I never lose—because if I lose, my wife won't punish me with sex; only if I win can I punish her with sex—and I'll punish her by making her actively "fuck" me!

My wife has never been open during sex, and her positions are very monotonous. Now, with reform and opening up, everything is changing, and she has kept up with the times a lot. Besides oral sex and anal sex, she has accepted many other positions under my subtle influence. However, she is very clumsy; she can't seem to learn how to twist her waist or wiggle her buttocks, and she's too embarrassed to cooperate properly. Therefore, it's relatively easier for me to make her orgasm, but it's much more difficult for her to make me ejaculate.

I love my wife very much, especially now. When I came out of the bathroom to shower and saw my wife lying obediently on the bed waiting for me, I was very touched. I didn't ask her to get up and touch my penis (she still thinks it's lewd for a woman to play with a man's penis), nor did I ask her to ride on top of me and have sex with me—I couldn't bear to see my wife's long-awaited sex too tiring and difficult. I slowly pulled down her panties, spreading her long legs into an M-shape, and tentatively placed a "butt pillow" under her buttocks—haha, my wife used to be reluctant to accept "butt pillows," but this time she didn't object—then I used my hands to pry open her labia majora. Her labia majora were a bit thick, white and tender, her clitoris was very small, and her labia minora were also small, still a bright pink color… At this point, attentive readers will surely know that my wife's butt is very similar to my lover's, both being "bun-shaped" vaginas. That's why I was "secretly glad" when I first saw my lover's butt in Koizumi; I knew "bun-shaped" vaginas too well. If I didn't, I wouldn't know the trick, and it would be difficult to make a woman completely submissive.

My penis slowly and deeply thrust in and out of my wife's butt, and with the help of the butt pillow, my long penis could easily reach the core of my wife's vagina. Compared to my lover, my wife is a few years older and has given birth, so her vagina isn't as tight as his. Besides mahjong, she has no other hobbies and has never practiced yoga, so her grip on her vagina is weaker. But none of this diminishes the fact that my wife is a great beauty. Her skin is like solidified cream, her hair is jet black and shiny, and the few strands of dark pubic hair on her vulva perfectly accentuate her beauty. My wife lowered her eyes, emitting soft moans. Watching her enjoy herself while also smiling shyly, I suddenly remembered the "story" my lover had told about being a "surrogate mother." So I slowly told it to my wife, adding a lot of explicit sexual content as I spoke. At that moment, I had a hallucination, as if I saw that man surnamed Wang and the woman surnamed Ji spreading my lover's legs... "Tell me honestly, have you slept with those young boys? Come on, let me see if you're still..." "She's a virgin... If she isn't, don't even think about getting a penny..." "She hasn't had any STDs, has she? Come on, let me check... Don't infect my husband, or I won't let you off the hook..." The couple said as they examined her genitals like livestock, their four hands fiddling with her. The lover covered her flushed cheeks with her hands, her eyes glazed over, tears streaming down her face... After the examination, the man surnamed Wang, in front of the woman, lifted his lover's legs, which were forced open, and thrust his penis into her virginity... "Oh... Husband... be gentle..." My wife's voice immediately pulled me back to reality. I then realized that my wife's legs were being lifted by me, and I was wantonly fucking her butt... Damn it, I was actually fucking my wife like an eighteen-year-old lover... "And then?" My wife asked, hugging me tightly after her orgasm. Just now, she was moaning and climaxing as I vividly described how the lesbian couple spread out a virgin's buttocks, while I was thrusting into her vagina, stimulating her G-spot, and rubbing her clitoris. "Oh...oh." "

And then?...Oh, it's a series, to be continued..." I showed no signs of ejaculating.

"...Then...let's sleep...it's...too late...it doesn't have to...ejaculate every time, not ejaculating...is better for your health..." My wife's face was flushed, and with what she considered a very "truthful" statement, she announced the end of the "laundry," just like how she only allowed me to eat two slices of fatty meat at each meal—only good food, no greasy food.

"..." Hearing my wife quickly begin to snore softly, I was speechless...

[The End]

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