My wife and I's dating experiences, part 18

I gestured for Xiao Zhao to leave. Xiao Zhao looked at me, got off the bed, took off the condom, threw it on the floor, his penis half-erect and drooping, and went to the living room naked.
My wife was still facing the wall, half-lying on her side. I covered her with a thin blanket, then crawled into the blanket and hugged her from behind, touching her breasts, then sliding my hand down to her waist, to her buttocks, finally stopping between her buttocks. The dampness between her buttocks contrasted sharply with the smoothness of the other parts. Thinking about how Xiao Zhao's genitals had just been unprotected there, I felt a surge of excitement. My wife's smooth and delicate skin always quickly aroused my sexual desire. Immediately, I had a reaction in my lower body. I rubbed my gradually hardening penis against my wife's buttocks, but she still didn't react. Normally, I enjoy the scent of my wife. During sex, especially from behind, the faint fragrance of her hair intoxicates me. Lying on my side next to her, I continue to caress her breasts and buttocks, holding her tightly, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair—it feels incredibly blissful. As I caress her, I whisper in her ear that I want to have sex with her. Then, I start licking her earlobe, her most sensitive spot. She never lets me lick it during sex, saying that if I leave a red mark, outsiders will see. Every time I try to lick it, she quickly pulls away. This time, while she was unconscious, I took her entire earlobe into my mouth and sucked on it. Soon, she responded, wriggling and responding. As I caressed her breasts with one hand, she began to press her buttocks against me, rubbing against my penis. Based on my years of familiarity with my wife, I knew this was her signaling her consent to sex. I casually touched her cleft; there was clearly a sticky fluid there, which would definitely look stringy under the light. Without hesitation, I adjusted my position to make myself more comfortable lying on my side, stroked my penis a few times with my left hand, and slapped it against my wife's buttocks before thrusting the head of my penis into her cleft. After rubbing against the moist source, the wet head easily slid into my wife's secret place—it felt so good. I think there are two levels of pleasurable experience for men: the relief of holding back a bowel movement and the release of sexual intercourse. When having sex with my wife, we usually either use a condom or have unprotected sex with withdrawal, as every man knows. Of course, sex without a condom is more pleasurable and offers a completely different experience. Even the thinnest condoms can reduce the sensation of contact between the genitals, especially for men. Generally, the tactile sensation of a woman's vaginal walls is not as strong as that of a man's penis. This is why some women are completely unaware when their man quietly removes the condom during sex. Men, on the other hand, can feel the warmth, moisture, and even contractions deep within a woman's body. Sex without a condom also satisfies a man's psychological needs, suggesting that the woman has accepted him from the bottom of her heart. From a genetic perspective, this means the woman has tacitly agreed to bear children for him, which is an irresistible psychological comfort for a man. Therefore, the fundamental reason why men prefer sex without a condom is the pursuit of a holistic approach to sex, both physically and emotionally. Of course, I am no exception. From the time I met my wife until now, I have always adhered to this initial intention. I smoothly
entered my wife's body. The warmth inside her and the contrast between her buttocks and the cool touch of her lower abdomen felt incredibly good. I kept thrusting my hips, pushing as deep as possible into her body. My wife slowly began to respond, making soft moaning sounds. I won't go into the details, but afterwards, my wife remained lying on her side, and I knelt on top of her. Later, I changed to a missionary position, my wife's favorite. She likes the feeling of being face-to-face with me, it makes her feel safe. I held my wife in my arms, pressed down on her, and placed one of her legs on my arms, so that her genitals could receive my thrusts without any obstruction. My wife began to get aroused, constantly asking me for kisses, and I didn't hold back. Our lower bodies were tightly joined together, and our upper bodies were connected as well. After a while, I half-stood up, placed my hand on my wife's hip bone, and used it to support my body as I continued thrusting. I inadvertently saw Xiao Zhao looking into the inner room from the living room. Seeing that I had noticed him, he immediately waved and pointed to his genitals. I knew what he meant; he was indicating that he hadn't ejaculated. I nodded to him, without stopping. I continued to manipulate her with the rhythm that had suited my wife for many years, using my genitals, hands, and mouth to constantly arouse her desire. Judging from her reactions, she was enjoying it. She kept moving upwards with her genitals to meet mine, but seemed weak, as the alcohol had affected her strength. I didn't ejaculate. My penis was still unusually wet, indicating my wife wasn't truly satisfied. You can tell if a woman is sexually satisfied by how wet she is. When you're having sex with your partner, don't just rely on your feelings; don't stop. Touch your penis occasionally. If there's a lot of lubrication, continue. If the surface of your penis is dry, then it's time to end it. Most women will respond to their partners during sex, some even faking orgasms. But experienced men can easily tell by the amount of lubrication. Of course, professional sex partners can adjust their techniques based on this, bringing her to another peak after her satisfaction has decreased, with more lubrication flowing.
I stopped, leaving my penis inside my wife, and, panting, told her to rest for a while. She softly hummed in agreement. Then I said, "Xiao Zhao is at our house." She didn't respond. Some things don't need to be said too clearly, even between husband and wife. Considering the previous situation, I was certain my wife wouldn't refuse outright. Sometimes a woman's silence represents her reserve. I got off my wife. She, as usual, lay on her side facing inwards, pulling the blanket closer to herself—her favorite position, where she could fully relax. I got out of bed and waved to Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao, who had been watching the room intently, quietly came to the doorway when I waved. I lay down on my side, straddling my wife, and lay down on the inside of the bed. I pointed to the side of my wife near the door, indicating that Xiao Zhao could get in. Xiao Zhao tiptoed onto the bed, seemingly afraid to breathe, lying nervously beside my wife. I moved closer to my wife's cheek, smoothing her hair, continuing to stroke her smooth shoulders, down to her waist, and then her plump bottom. I looked at Xiao Zhao; he also lay down on his side from our side, placing his hand on my wife's waist through the blanket, sometimes pausing, sometimes gently moving it, making stroking motions. My wife only slightly shifted her body towards me, then remained still.
To be continued. I've been quite busy with work lately and haven't had the time or inclination to write this, so the pace is very slow. I wrote a little bit today, on the weekend. Memories are fragmented, so stringing them together into words is quite a challenge.

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