The Origin of the Wandering Wife 2

Ten days passed in a flash. It was a hot day. After dinner, my wife and I went to the flower garden not far from home. That day, she wore a long, ankle-length skirt. I remember it was dark green. We walked and talked. I felt a sense of happiness. We stayed until 11 PM. When we got tired, we sat down on the grass to rest. My wife nestled in my arms. A gentle breeze blew, lifting her long skirt and revealing her long, white legs. I unzipped her skirt from the side and caressed her small but firm breasts with my right hand. My wife closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly. I kissed her alluring lips and long neck. She let out a soft moan. I looked around. There was no one there except for the bright night sky. I boldly lifted her skirt further. Her thighs shone alluringly against the night. I caressed her thighs repeatedly. My wife became aroused. I reached for my wife's panties. *** The white panties, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to her vulva. I pulled them aside slightly, exposing her vulva. I ran my fingers up and down, quickly covering them. My wife slightly twisted and lifted her buttocks. I knew she wanted me to pull down her panties. I pulled the already soaked panties down, crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into my mouth. I looked at the clearly defined triangle of skin and began to caress it again. My wife's legs parted slightly to facilitate my movements. My fingers made her tremble and moan softly, "Oh. Oh." It lasted about ten minutes. My wife climaxed. I wiped her vulva clean with her panties and asked her, "Did you enjoy it?" She didn't answer, only slapped me hard. We sat for a few more minutes before getting up. Suddenly, we heard footsteps. We looked back and saw someone approaching in the distance. A crazy idea suddenly popped into my head. I lifted my wife's skirt again. Startled, she resisted with her hands, saying, "Someone's here!" I didn't speak, just kept rubbing her vulva. The footsteps drew closer, clearer now. But I didn't stop. I whispered in her ear, "I want someone to see your private parts." Her face flushed, and she resisted, saying, "No!" I forcefully spread her thighs, completely exposing her vulva. I said, "Don't move. That person is coming." The footsteps drew closer. My wife buried her face in my shoulder, ashamed. I said, "That person has stopped and is looking at us." Her vulva began to gush with fluid, wetting my hands. The person really did stop a few meters away. I inserted my fingers into her vulva. My wife gave up resisting and spread her legs wide. I thrust my fingers in and out, the sound of the copious fluid making a "slap slap slap" sound. I told my wife, "That person took out his penis and is masturbating." My wife didn't believe me. I let my wife peek, and she got even more embarrassed, saying, "How could that guy do that? Masturbating in front of us!" I said, "No, he was masturbating while looking at your pussy." Hearing that, my wife had an orgasm. The guy left after watching for about five minutes; I guess he left after ejaculating. We went home and got into bed. I told my wife about the exposure, and she started to bleed. Her thighs were covered in it. I forcefully thrust into her pussy, the one another man had just seen. I thrust hard...
A short poem co-written by a husband and wife.
My wife is really skilled.
He clamped his penis between his legs and played the flute on it.
I love it when a man's penis is erect.
He was covered in white darts. (To be continued/)

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