"My wife's little stories"

My wife and I's little moments, part 3 (The sexual bliss my wife gives me)
Published: 2014-10-12 Author: Lonely Sea Views: 4213
As the song "To My Future Self" by Fish Leong played, I began writing "My Wife and I's Moments 3" in the quiet of the night. At this moment, I feel a touch of sadness—a touch of helplessness—a touch of loss. In this familiar yet unfamiliar city, I've witnessed its prosperity and experienced its vicissitudes—those years that once made me lose my soul replay in my mind like an old, worn-out documentary, so vivid, so suffocatingly clear. I'm not a sentimental man; there's no need for such melancholy! Anyone with love in their heart, whether man or woman, will have that person, that event, that pain flashing through their mind at some point in their deepest, most tender place. Happiness came, then left; it left so unexpectedly. I remember that day my wife was cooking in the kitchen, wearing a T-shirt with a big monkey pattern that reached past her hips. When I came home from work, I sensed something was off, because normally, the moment I walked in, my wife would turn around and say, "Honey's home." And with a sweet smile (actually, my wife has two little dimples when she smiles), but that day she quietly stirred the soup in her hand, ignoring me. Looking at her long, slender, fair legs, I couldn't help but walk over and put my arms around her from behind. "Honey, what's wrong?" Seeing her slightly annoyed look, I kissed her right cheek and said, "My darling, my sweetheart" (with a hint of mischief in my tone). My wife chuckled, turned around, pouted, and said to me, "Honey, my company transferred me to City D for a year, but if I go, who will take care of you?" Because my wife loves her current job and works very hard. I thought for a moment and said to my wife: "Honey, go ahead, it's a great opportunity. Don't worry about me, okay? Besides, you should have your own pursuits, your own dreams, your own career. You don't need to revolve around your husband all day, do you?" Perhaps my words moved my wife; tears welled in her eyes. Looking at her pitiful appearance, a surge of love welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but kiss her. Her lips were soft and fragrant; our tongues intertwined, seemingly expressing our reluctance to part. My hands unconsciously kneaded her breasts (she wasn't wearing a bra today), my fingers occasionally teasing her nipples. With my prompting, her breathing became heavier, her hands kneading my already throbbing crotch, and she unzipped my pants, pulling out my penis and stroking it. As I lowered my head to kiss her neck, she kneaded my penis with a soft moan, sometimes deep throating, sometimes gently lifting it with her hand, her tongue swirling around it (my wife's oral sex skills are truly...). As she matured, the pleasure was indescribable. She slightly raised her head and looked at me, asking, "Honey, is it good?" "Mmm," I replied, slightly breathless. As my wife's oral sex increased in frequency, I gradually reached my peak. A wave of heat rushed into my wife's mouth. My wife hurriedly stood up and ran to the bathroom, probably because she couldn't stand the smell of semen and felt disgusted! That's how my wife gave me her first oral sex experience in the kitchen. The next morning, I took my wife to the station. From that moment on, I began a year of single life. The first month after my wife left was truly unbearable! It was also from that month that I went from being a regular customer of China Mobile to a VIP customer… (I believe those who live apart in different places can understand). The longest month… The phone bill was a whopping 588 yuan! Holy crap! In the following days, my wife and I went from initial small talk to phone sex and text sex. Every time I heard my wife's moans and teasing sounds on the phone, and saw the passionate and lewd text messages, I couldn't help but masturbate again and again! (My masturbation career started then and never stopped, haha). Even though my wife wasn't around, I never betrayed her by seeing other women. Because I was very busy with work during that time, three months passed like this. Finally, I could relax and called my wife to say I was going to see her in D city, and I reported on my strict attitude towards my lifestyle during that period (it's good for couples to tease each other occasionally). My wife listened... I was overjoyed, like I'd won the lottery (absence makes the heart grow fonder, you know?). My wife even said on the phone she had a surprise for me, a huge surprise. I was thinking, (what mischievous trick is this little vixen up to now?) But then I remembered that although my wife has changed a lot sexually since we got together, she's still a rather traditional and conservative person at heart, so I didn't take it to heart. I arrived in D City at 9 pm that day, and when I saw my wife, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This little vixen was dressed quite sexily that day, wearing a tight white deep-V T-shirt that practically made her breasts pop out, her cleavage especially deep, paired with a super short denim skirt and black pointed high heels. She also had a new short hairstyle, which was incredibly arousing. Dressed casually, she rushed over and hugged me affectionately when she saw me. I said lewdly, "Honey, aren't you afraid of perverts dressed like this at night?" She pinched me playfully and said, "Is there anyone more perverted than you?" We continued to hug and tease each other, then took a taxi to a city convenience hotel not far from her company (my wife has her own single dormitory, but she booked a room elsewhere, which is quite thoughtful). We had a quick late-night snack near the hotel and went back to the room. As soon as we closed the door, my wife eagerly pushed me onto the bed and kissed me forcefully. Her large breasts pressed against me, making it a little hard to breathe. I took the opportunity to knead her shapely buttocks with my hands, while her hands continued to tear open my belt, pull down my pants, and slid down my body... She slowly moved her mouth downwards, her hungry and lustful expression seemingly satisfied... As my penis grew harder from being licked, my wife pulled my wet penis out of her mouth, stood up, and said lewdly that she was going to take a shower first, and then I would shower afterward. She then took off her clothes in front of me, her breasts swaying back and forth. I was immediately aroused by her... When I was burning with lust, I really wanted to pick her up and fuck her... ぁぷ钜幌牖故侨套×恕！！：孟凡鸥崭湛迹坏彼ё旁］泶游郎涑隼吹霓焙颍,揖徒幼沤ィ,谖郎湎硎芰耸喾种拥牧茉】旄校ㄏ慈ヂ猛镜钠＠秃酶苫睢！！！ #┰谖页隼纯吹嚼掀诺纳材羌洌,顾布潇 She was wearing black high heels, her snow-white breasts tightly bound by stockings, her nipples protruding like tiny dots, a sight that made my blood boil. She was constantly sucking on her own fingers, her other hand caressing her vulva, making various seductive poses and lewd expressions. Her freshly washed hair (as mentioned before, her new short haircut looked great) was messy yet sexy. This wasn't the wife I knew; she was a ravenous slut. I felt like I was going to have a nosebleed. My penis throbbed inside the towel. I pulled off the towel, stepped forward, wrapped my right arm around her waist, and kneaded her breasts with my left hand, launching into a French kiss. I got up, licking my wife's saliva, my penis rubbing against her through her thong, the hot breath from my nostrils mingling with her moans. My tongue roamed around her ears and neck, my hands gripping her buttocks tightly (afterwards, her snow-white buttocks were red and I could still see my finger marks). I licked her nipples through her stockings, and she moaned loudly as I did so. My hand moved between her legs, and I realized her vagina was already overflowing with vaginal fluid; the fabric of her thong was completely soaked. I squatted down, placed her feet on my shoulders, and began sucking on her vagina, almost like a faucet, with fluid dripping continuously into my mouth, my tongue teasing her clitoris.I thrust rapidly into her vagina, stirring it around. My wife's hands gripped my hair tightly, and she moaned, "Husband, faster, it feels so good," breathing heavily. She rubbed her breasts with her hands, and seeing her yearning expression, I felt it was time to add some spice. I licked her while inserting two fingers in and out, moving them back and forth. At this point, my wife was practically screaming, growing increasingly frantic. Finally, as I thrust harder, she let out a cry and reached her first orgasm. (If someone was staying in the next room, they definitely wouldn't have a sleepless night, haha.) I stood up, looked at my wife's flushed face, and kissed her. My wife looked at me with hazy eyes, pulled me to the sofa by the bed, pushed me to sit down, and then knelt between my legs, sticking her butt out. My testicles collided in my wife's mouth. My wife and I intertwined our fingers, and instead of holding my penis with her hands, she slightly raised her mouth, opened it, and thrust it all the way in. This deep throat felt like it took me to heaven. After a while on the sofa, my wife took me to the bed, had me lie half-reclined on the edge of the bed, and spread my legs. After that, my wife knelt by the bed and began licking from my testicles to my penis, sometimes licking and sucking around my penis with her tongue. After licking for a while... Suddenly, she started licking my anus, her tongue probing the opening, giving me a sensation of penetration. Stimulated like this, my hair stood on end. Unable to resist any longer, I rolled over, lifted my wife, and pinned her beneath me. I gripped my penis and thrust in. My wife let out a soft "Ah!" and tightly embraced my neck. I thrust forcefully, fucking her with intense piston-like movements, her vagina making soft squelching sounds. Perhaps caught up in the atmosphere, my wife actually said, "Husband, fuck me hard, fuck me hard; I like being fucked hard by your big penis" (this was unexpected; my wife was so willing to cooperate). After a while, I carried my wife to the sofa beside the bed and turned her back to me. She had one foot on the sofa, hands on the armrests, and was in a doggy style position with her buttocks sticking out. Since she was wearing high heels, it felt amazing. After about ten minutes of this, I felt her vagina gripping my penis like a magnet. Her moans grew louder and louder, her two snow-white breasts swaying back and forth. I couldn't help but grab her breasts, her vaginal fluids overflowing with each thrust. I guessed she was about to have her second orgasm, so I increased the force and frequency of my thrusts. I was exhausted, and perhaps sensing my urge, she said, "Honey, don't ejaculate inside, ejaculate in my mouth." After a final, desperate thrust, I... I abruptly pulled my penis out, took a step back, and my wife turned around, squatted down, tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue to receive all the semen I ejaculated. It gushed out like a flood. I felt completely drained, looking at my wife's mouth, tongue, face, and even hair, all covered in my semen. I had indeed ejaculated quite a lot, after all the buildup over so long and the passion of that night. Unexpectedly, my wife looked at me with those dazed eyes and swallowed all the semen in her mouth right in front of me. She kept wiping the remaining semen from her face back into her mouth with her fingers, then sucked on her fingers with a wanton expression, as if afraid of wasting a single drop. Afterwards, she even licked my penis clean. At that moment, looking at the woman before me, I felt so satisfied... This is a written record of all the passionate scenes from our first night in D City. Although the description sounds a bit like a Japanese adult film, it truly reflects the most genuine passion I shared with my wife that night… My wife's surprise really satisfied me. In the following days in D City, my wife repeatedly pushed her limits… Okay, dear friends, that's all for now. I'll write more later when I have more time… Please forgive any shortcomings in my writing.

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