My husband and I went to the movie theater.

I have a natural inclination to tease men. I enjoy seeing their desires, yet I don't give in. I love seeing their pleading expressions. I don't know if this counts as a perversion. When he left, I deliberately touched his genitals, and I felt a temperature there different from the rest of his body. I was secretly pleased, perhaps pleased that I could easily arouse a man's desire.

And so, we continued like an unmarried couple, eating out, shopping, and watching movies for about two weeks.

One evening, I waited for him to get off work, and then I suddenly snuggled into his arms and said, "Honey, let's go see a movie."

"Okay, let's go. Where do you want to go?"

"Hmm, let's go to the same place as last time, the one with the couple's boxes." As I spoke, I moved even closer to him.

He always tried his best to fulfill my requests. We arrived at the cinema.

Looking at the ticket price sign at the entrance, a couple's box cost 60 yuan for two movies. In Shanghai cinemas, that's very cheap. Perhaps because the effects aren't great, but I think everyone knows that people who come here aren't really focused on the movie.

After buying our tickets, we entered the venue. The so-called VIP box consisted of a simple coffee table, a two-seater sofa, and, of course, a curtain—a barrier separating couples from other audience members.

The weather was lovely that day. I wore a knee-length skirt and a beige fitted top, which gave me a somewhat sophisticated look. As soon as we sat down, he eagerly began to roam over my body, something I was already used to.

Sometimes I'd say, "Why are you so lewd?"

"I'm not lewd, you don't like it?" He always left me speechless with that.

The lights went out, plunging us into darkness, with only the light from the large screen visible. Then he whispered in my ear, "Baby, let's do it here." He gently pinched my breast as he spoke.

"No way, you're so bad." Although I'm quite open-minded, I didn't dare to be so brazen in public.

"Hmph, I'm so good to you, and you won't even do this? Fine, then at least let me touch you." He seemed a little angry.

"Oh, okay, sure." I tried to make amends by spreading my legs wider, allowing him to touch me more directly. But I sensed he was a little unhappy; even his hand, which had been on my breast, seemed absent-minded.

"Are you unhappy?" I asked.

"No, how could I dare?" His tone betrayed his unhappiness, yet he was pretending.

"Don't be unhappy, I'm just a coward."

"Then what if I'm sad?"

"Hmm, what's wrong? Let me see, hehe." As I spoke, my hand touched his genitals; sure enough, it was hard. "Why are you so easily saddened?" I asked.

"Don't pretend! It's because you always dress so scantily to tease me. I want you the moment I see you, but you won't give it to me. I'm so frustrated." Hearing this made me happy.

I smiled at him, then gave him a light peck on the lips, while my hand unzipped his pants, pulling out his already hard penis and playing with it. I first pressed my thumb against the glans, then rotated and circled it, occasionally pulling it up and down.

He was somewhat surprised, but I aroused him, leaving him speechless. I mischievously asked, "Where does it hurt? Here?" Hehe, seeing his expression made me feel so happy and accomplished. At that moment, I felt his glans was wet; I knew he was very excited and would suffer if he didn't get satisfied.

Although I enjoyed the process, I couldn't let the person I loved suffer indefinitely, so I slowly lowered my head and took his entire penis into my mouth. He let out a soft moan; I knew he would never guess that someone as quiet as me would do something like this. Actually, I'm quite experienced with oral sex. I've performed it for my boyfriend before, but I was young then and didn't know much about sex. I heard that using teeth often hurts the other person. But I'm naturally competitive, so I specifically went online to learn oral sex techniques, and now I can say I'm a master.

I first held his penis with my hand, then licked around the glans with my tongue while my hand moved up and down.

While licking, I would occasionally block the urethral opening with my tongue, or take the entire glans into my mouth; I know that's the most sensitive part for a man. His hand, which had been caressing my breasts, slowly lost its strength; I knew he was already lost in ecstasy.

But all I felt was water in my mouth, indistinguishable between my saliva and his aroused fluids. It only made a "sizzling" sound as I used my mouth to stimulate him.

After a while, I got tired; bending over wasn't easy. I wanted to lift my head to rest, but as soon as I moved to pull away, his hand pressed my head down, preventing me from looking up. I knew I couldn't escape. With that pressure, his entire penis was deeply inserted into my mouth, reaching all the way to my throat, making me feel like vomiting. But I knew that if I looked up now, all my efforts would be wasted. I suppressed the urge to gag and continued to suck and lick his penis, one stroke at a time. After a while, I heard him let out a long sigh, and at the same time, I tasted a salty, metallic flavor in my mouth; I knew he had ejaculated.

I lifted my head and wiped the remaining white fluid from my lips with a tissue. "You're so naughty, why didn't you tell me you shot in my mouth?"

"Who's naughty? You've got such good skills, why are you only telling me now?" He said

, pulling me into his arms again. "Baby, now it's my turn to shine." I could feel his tongue licking and sucking my earlobe, then slowly moving down to my neck. I felt a tingling sensation run through my body, and I went limp, moaning softly. Slowly, he pushed my clothes up, revealing my 36B breasts to him.

His mouth moved down, kissing and sucking my nipples, occasionally biting them lightly. Although it hurt a little, I enjoyed it. He licked back and forth, and I was already soaking wet, hoping he could fill my emptiness.

My body was tingling and numb, and my lower body was itchy, a feeling like an electric current coursing through my body. I wanted to scream, but in this public place, I knew I couldn't. I felt so uncomfortable.

He probably noticed my uncomfortable yet wanton state and said wickedly, "Is it comfortable, baby?" "No, it's uncomfortable, it's killing me, you big bad guy."

"I'm bad? Then I'll stop, okay?" He made a gesture as if to stop.

"No, no, I'm so uncomfortable, I want it." I lowered my head in shame, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Want what?"

"Want...want you to fuck me." At that moment, I felt my face burning hot; I knew my face must have been redder than an apple.

He smiled wickedly and said, "Then beg me, beg me and I'll give it to you."

"Please, please, my good husband."

"Beg me for what? Say it." I don't know why he insisted I say it; I guess it would satisfy his sense of accomplishment.

"Please fuck me, I want you to fuck me, please...husband." I never thought I could say such a thing.

Then I saw him use one hand to spread my legs apart, while the other hand still held my breast, gently pressing my nipple. One hand wandered over my vulva.

"Hurry up, I can't take it anymore!"

"Hehe, so you know how uncomfortable it is now." Saying that, he pulled down my panties and inserted two fingers into my vagina. Since I was already soaking wet, he inserted them easily. I felt incredibly full and extremely comfortable.

One thrust, two thrusts… He thrust his fingers in and out frantically, the frequency increasing. My legs instinctively tightened inwards, I felt my uterus contracting in waves, as if I didn't want him to leave me. At this moment, he probably sensed that my orgasm was approaching, one hand incessantly kneading my breasts, his tongue drawing circles on my nipples, and his fingers below moving even faster.

"Ah… mmm… so good." I couldn't help but moan softly.

With my moan, I felt a surge of heat in my lower body, I felt incredibly excited and comfortable, I knew I had orgasmed. Slowly he withdrew his fingers from my vagina, they were covered in fluid.

"Look at you, you little slut, all wet, come and smell it yourself." He laughed and put his fingers on my face.

"I don't want to, I don't want to, I'm not slutty at all."

"So much fluid and you're not slutty? Still won't admit it." My face turned red from his words, and I shyly snuggled into his arms.

We cuddled together until the movie ended. For over three hours, we had no idea what was on the screen; we could only feel each other's warmth and hear each other's breathing. As we left, we noticed a dark stain on the sofa. We smiled at each other; it was from our happy moments. And so we walked out of the theater, arm in arm.

[The End]

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