A wife who can give oral sex

My wife, who is good at oral sex
, first performed oral sex on my girlfriend a few days before our wedding.

That day, we spent the night in a male friend's dorm room.

There were two beds in the room; my friend slept in one, and my girlfriend and I slept in the other.

Later, as dawn approached, I wanted to have sex with my girlfriend, but she refused, afraid the guy would hear.

I had to hold her head down and force her to give me oral sex. She was also afraid her resistance would be heard by other men, so she opened her mouth.

Finally, I ejaculated, and she had nowhere to vomit, so she swallowed it.

Afterward, she got up and went outside to perform oral sex for about ten minutes.

From then on, I started having her perform oral sex on me.

After we got married, she performed oral sex on me a few more times.

During her pregnancy, the doctor said we shouldn't have sex too much.

But I had a very strong sex drive at that time, so I had her perform oral sex on me.

She didn't resist much, on the condition that I had to shower first.

Sometimes she would swallow the semen, sometimes she would spit it into the toilet.

Occasionally she would joke with me, pouting and asking me to kiss her, wanting me to taste the semen I ejaculated in her mouth, but I couldn't stand the smell. Thinking back on that sticky feeling, it must have been very unpleasant. Thinking about it this way, my wife who ate my semen was truly great and adorable.

Now, my wife is menstruating and can't have sex with me, so I have to trouble her to give me oral sex.

Each time, I make sure to shower, and she makes sure to rinse her mouth.

Seeing her sucking my penis in her mouth, even getting a mouthful of semen, I'm

just incredibly moved.

Once, I jokingly asked her if her colleagues knew that her mouth had once eaten penis.

She was incredibly shy, saying that oral sex was exhausting because her mouth had to be kept wide open in an "O" shape the whole time…

One day, after drinking two bottles of beer, my wife said my glans smelled of alcohol when she was giving me oral sex.

I don't know if she was joking or telling the truth.

Some people say that having a wife with excellent oral skills is a great blessing in my life. Actually, my wife's oral skills aren't exactly outstanding; she just doesn't mind doing it for me often.

Because I feel guilty towards her, I don't dare ask her to do anything too difficult.

When my wife gives me oral sex, I usually have her undress, and I massage her genitals with my toes, gently rubbing her labia.

This makes her more willing to give me oral sex.

And she will involuntarily wiggle her hips, which is very stimulating and enjoyable for both of us.

This is my honest experience, which I'm sharing selflessly with everyone.

Many friends, after learning about this, envied my good fortune in having such a wonderful wife. They felt that her willingness to do this was already admirable, truly a virtuous wife!

Some even said my wife was incredibly great, and they wanted a wife like her too, saying that with such a wife, what more could a husband ask for? I don't know if everyone was being sincere.

Thank you, Brother Yiyan, for remembering me; I'll start by writing this short piece to express my gratitude.

In the early days after our marriage, my wife and I lived in her dormitory.

It was a small 15-square-meter room shared by three couples.

After 11 pm, every bed would become lively.

One bed was right next to ours.

Because the couple there had a slightly lower level of education—both were vocational school graduates—they were less reserved and often made quite a lot of noise. The creaking of the bed was unmistakable; frankly, even their soft breathing and the rustling of their bodies during intercourse were audible. At their most intense, he made the bed shake a little.

Usually, at this point, my wife would bury her flushed face in my chest.

We would kiss lightly… My wife held my penis in her hand, and I stroked her round, pert buttocks.

My wife's buttocks were quite eye-catching among women, especially when she wore white jeans; they were incredibly sexy.

When I couldn't resist climbing on top of my wife, she stubbornly refused to let me penetrate her.

She was always very shy. She was afraid that others would hear the sounds we made while making love.

But my penis was rock hard; I absolutely had to find a vagina to penetrate.

At this point, my wife would willingly crawl under the covers and take my glans into her alluring mouth, sucking hard.

I enjoyed the sensation of her tongue while listening to the sounds of intercourse coming from the other bed – it was quite a pleasure.

Sometimes, I would also gently insert my big toe into my wife's narrow vagina and thrust in and out.

For some reason, although my wife wasn't a virgin when she married me, her vagina remained very tight and elastic even after two years of marriage…

At this point, my wife would twist her hips even more vigorously, sucking on me, and even playfully taking my testicles into her mouth.

Finally, I would ejaculate in her mouth, and afraid of making a sound, she would swallow my semen under the covers…

The first time she swallowed my semen, she almost vomited, but after that, she didn't mind eating it.

When she emerged from the covers, her head was covered in fragrant sweat, her lower body was often glistening with moisture from my toes, and her mouth tasted of semen.

The couple engaged in passionate lovemaking on the next bed could never have imagined that our lovemaking was no less impressive than theirs.

Summer arrived, and the blankets grew thinner, making it increasingly difficult to conceal the sucking sounds my wife made while giving me oral sex under the covers.

The sounds from the next bed became even clearer, often igniting our lust. Twice, we couldn't resist and made love in bed as well.

Three couples simultaneously engaging in lovemaking in the small dormitory was quite a spectacle.

My wife still couldn't bear it, feeling that the small dormitory had become a brothel, turning everyone into pigs and dogs.

Moreover, during her orgasms, she always found it difficult to suppress her soft screams.

I suspect she had long been the object of eavesdropping and sexual fantasies for the other two men.

Of the three women, she was the most beautiful, had the best figure, and was a genuine university graduate. The two husbands, when chatting, always liked to stare at her pretty face, breasts, and buttocks.

Because my wife was particularly sensitive to heat, she loved wearing very thin skirts in the summer. Even though she was usually careful, when she bent over to cook or chat with others, she would often inadvertently reveal a deep cleavage and the curves of her buttocks, giving the two men in the dormitory a feast for the eyes.

When they made love to my wife at night, they deliberately made a lot of noise, seemingly intentionally letting her hear, to demonstrate their masculine prowess and strength.

Once, my wife couldn't help but secretly tell me: "Honey, I think other women last longer in bed than you!"

Because my foreskin is a bit long, my glans is extremely sensitive and can't withstand the stimulation of my wife's delicate vagina. Often, I ejaculate very quickly, barely five minutes after penetration, after a few thrusts and withdrawals.

Usually, we're the ones starting up behind them, and by the time we've finished, they're still going strong.

In terms of endurance, I'm definitely outmatched by those two men.

Besides, I suspect they've already discovered my wife's secret of giving me oral sex.

They often complimented my wife on her beautiful mouth with malicious intent, and they liked to buy bananas, peel them, and give them to her. They said the way my wife ate bananas was cute, elegant, and pleasing to the eye.

At first, my wife was quite pleased, thinking they were genuinely complimenting her. Later, after I pointed it out, she realized what it meant when men said a woman ate a banana.

From then on, her face would turn bright red whenever she saw a banana, and she dared not bite into a banana in front of many people.

To enjoy sex with my wife, I went to great lengths.

After some research, I found that the gym upstairs in our dormitory was a good place.

There were two ping-pong tables there, and the three of us couples and the single guys often went there to play. At night, no one was there, but the door was left unlocked.

At night, when the two couples in my room started making love, we would quietly sneak upstairs.

I had my wife lift her skirt, lie on her back on the ping-pong table, spread her legs, revealing her alluring vulva…

Although I dared not turn on the light and couldn't see her narrow opening clearly, I could still accurately locate her private parts. Sometimes, when I thrust haphazardly, my wife would personally guide my penis, leading me into her paradise.

I could finally hold my wife's snow-white, plump buttocks and make love to my heart's content, and my wife could let out not-so-suppressed moans…

Afterwards, my meticulous wife would always use her skirt to wipe away the filth left on the ping-pong table.

Occasionally, I would also play 69 with my wife on the ping-pong table, having my wife suck my penis with her delicate mouth, while I sucked her thin labia into my mouth and inserted my tongue into her jade vulva…

In the end, I sucked a mouthful of my wife's spring water, and she was also covered in my saliva. Once, while my wife was giving me oral sex,

I awkwardly tried to insert a clean ping-pong ball into her vagina.

But her vagina was too small; after much effort, I could only manage to squeeze in half of the ball.

I tried to push it in further, but my wife got impatient, spat out my penis, and said, "If you keep messing around, I won't let you suck it anymore."

I said, feeling wronged, "A ping-pong ball is just like a man's glans. I just wanted to see if a bigger glans would give you more enjoyment.

I don't need a big glans, I just want you!" After saying that, my wife playfully kissed my glans, then suddenly pressed herself against me, rapidly twisting her plump, white buttocks…

We both reached an unprecedented orgasm simultaneously.

The next day, when we came in to play ping-pong with a large group of men, my wife and I exchanged knowing smiles.

No man could have predicted the passionate encounter that took place on that ping-pong table that night, and even less could anyone have imagined that the ball they were hitting had once touched my wife's vagina, perhaps even bearing a trace of her vaginal fluid...

But men still enjoyed playing ping-pong with my wife, and even watching her play was a pleasure.

While playing, her high, firm breasts swayed, her round, perky buttocks twisted and turned, and she kept making soft moans, which was truly captivating... (IV)

The ping-pong table in the gym became my wife and my place of passion.

Unexpectedly, things took an unexpected turn.

One time, my wife was recognized as an outstanding employee at her workplace and received a bonus. That night, we played ping-pong together to celebrate.

Halfway through, I wanted to try something different, so I pulled my already wet penis out of my wife's vagina and brought it to her mouth.

My wife understood immediately, opening her alluring red lips and rubbing my penis back and forth between them, her tongue licking the head of my penis.

Finally, she took my swollen head into her mouth and began sucking on it with smacking sounds, like a greedy little girl sucking on an ice pop.

I, in turn, used my hands to spread her thin labia, licking her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, gently teasing her vulva with pleasure.

My wife curled up in a tight ball, itching all over, sucking even more enthusiastically.

My lower body was painfully swollen, and with the attack of her little mouth, it immediately became thick and hard.

To insert my tongue deeper into my wife's vagina, I threw her floral panties, which were hanging on one leg, onto the ground and then hoisted her legs onto my shoulders.

This brought her vagina close to my mouth, and her narrow vulva was stretched wide open.

Heh, no one would have imagined that my dignified and lovely wife, the model female worker in her workplace, would be lying on a ping-pong table like this for me to play with, would they? My tongue slipped inside, moving like a little snake within her jade-like opening. "

It's all your fault. If anyone finds out, I'll be too ashamed to show my face." My wife whimpered, exhausted. The tingling, itchy sensation in her vagina made her feel like she was on fire. Her right hand involuntarily lifted her short skirt, reaching down to caress her vagina, inserting two fingers inside and stirring them incessantly.

"You should not only be a progressive worker, but also be equally adept in lovemaking; that's what you call all-round development!" I joked with her.

A moment later, a trickle of fluid seeped from my urethra. My wife, overjoyed, sucked even harder, her mouth wide open, beads of sweat sliding down her flushed face, while her left hand moved incessantly inside her vagina, her fingers glistening with her own fluids.

The intense stimulation made me groan involuntarily, pleasure coursing through my entire body. Her pubic hair throbbed against her face, sending shivers of tingling through her skin.

My wife's sucking intensified, a trickle of fluid from the corner of her mouth, framing her beautiful face and adding to the arousal.

The tightness of her mouth also brought me to the brink of ejaculation.

"Honey, you have to hold on!" My wife reluctantly spat out my penis, the saliva on her tongue mixing with the saliva on my penis, forming a long, sticky line.

My penis swelled even more, the veins on the glans bulging. A tingling, numb sensation spread through every cell, my bones ached, and I relentlessly thrust deep into her throat.

My wife's eyes rolled back, gasping for breath. I stroked her sweet face and thrust forty or fifty times in one breath.

My wife seemed to be suffocating, moaning softly, her pink lips turning bright red.

I hurriedly pulled out of her mouth.

My wife gasped for breath, coughing incessantly.

I then made her hold onto the ping-pong table with both hands, her round buttocks raised high.

I guided my thick, hard penis to her already parted vulva and thrust it inside.

My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, making my thrusting slightly difficult; it felt as if my penis was being sucked by her vagina. "

Tell me, female advanced worker, what does this position resemble?" I thrust in and out, letting the head of my penis scrape against my wife's sensitive vaginal walls. "

Like a female dog," my wife replied irritably, her cheeks flushed, panting softly, and forcefully arching her snow-white buttocks.

Gradually, a squelching sound came from her lower body, the sounds of water splashing and my body slapping against her buttocks.

I tried my best to insert my penis as far as possible into her body, guiding her towards a carnal climax with me.

She tried to push me away, but she was too weak to even lift her hand. She could only muster her strength and endure the thick nectar gushing from deep within her flower like a spring.

I don't know where the strength came from, but I kept thrusting and pumping, constantly feeling the pleasure brought by the contractions of my wife's vaginal walls.

The vaginal fluids in my wife's peach blossom cave were almost dried up, and I forcefully ejaculated my scalding semen into her body, all the way into her uterus.

With each ejaculation, my wife trembled violently.

"My dear female model worker, how does my reward tonight compare to the certificate and bonus your boss gives you?" I asked smugly.

"Pah, I don't care about you." My wife spat at me, glanced at her wristwatch, and said hurriedly, "It's almost midnight, let's go back to the dormitory and rest. We played for more than half an hour today, three times longer than usual. I can't be late for work tomorrow morning, or the company will laugh at me for being a model worker." "

That's right." I quickly took her hand and went downstairs.

That night, we slept soundly, naked in each other's arms.

But when my wife woke up the next morning, she suddenly noticed something!

She was still dazed by my vigor last night, and in her haste, she came downstairs with me naked. Her floral panties were still lying on the floor above the ping-pong table.

She hurriedly put on her clothes and rushed upstairs with me.

A few men doing their morning exercise were playing ping-pong. Upon seeing her, a bulge appeared in their crotches, and they chuckled, saying, "Good morning, want to play a few games?"

"No! No!" She nervously glanced at the floor—the floral panties were gone!

Good heavens! She turned pale with shock, and I was at a loss for words.

"Hey, are you guys playing ping-pong?" the men asked loudly, one of them even tossing his racket to my wife in a fawning manner.

They loved playing ping-pong with my wife.

She was lithe and her skills were decent. But what was most captivating was her demeanor and posture while playing. My

wife always liked to wear a sleeveless tank top when she played, and if they were lucky, they could even get a glimpse of her breasts when she bent down to retrieve the ball. "

No, you guys play, I don't want to play," my wife shook her head. "

If you're not playing, then what are you doing here so early?" one of the men asked.

"N-nothing...just came up to check on things. Just finished eating, nothing to do..." My wife blushed to her neck, pretended to watch the game for a while, then turned and went downstairs.

Several men stared intently at her retreating figure, completely losing their focus on playing. "

It's all your fault, you made me lose my panties," she said to me aggrievedly at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, where could they have gone?" I said suspiciously.

"What if those men playing pool picked it up?" his wife asked worriedly. "

No way, I didn't see your underwear near them," I tried to reassure her. "

Why would the person who found it keep my underwear near them..." his wife said anxiously, clutching the hem of her skirt. "I'm so embarrassed now! My underwear was under the pool table, whoever finds it will definitely guess what we were doing on the table!" "

Don't worry, even if they find it, it's not a big deal. Who would know it's your underwear? There are other women upstairs, you're not the only one," I continued to comfort her. "

What do you know! Solid-colored underwear is all the rage now. I'm the only woman upstairs wearing floral underwear, and they're only doing it for you..." his wife said, feeling even more aggrieved.

Indeed, I've always liked my wife wearing floral underwear. I've also noticed that when the women hang their clothes to dry, only my wife's underwear is floral. "

Don't worry, maybe the cleaning lady took it as trash..." I reassured her.

"I hope so!" My wife sighed helplessly, changed into her work clothes, and hurried off to work.

For several days, my wife seemed lost in thought, anxious and uneasy about her missing underwear. I tried to take her upstairs to make love, but she refused.

But everything was calm; no one bothered her, no one joked about her underwear, and no one threatened her with it.

My wife finally relaxed, believing that her underwear had indeed been taken by someone unaware of the situation. Thank goodness, she agreed to come upstairs with me again.

The moonlight was beautiful that night, and the small dormitory room was filled with restless activity. Because we all understood each other implicitly, our actions became increasingly unrestrained. My wife and I felt the bed shaking and heard that familiar sound again, so

we tiptoed out of bed. "Going out so late?" The man on the next bed heard us and stopped.

"Yes, yes, we're going outside to get some fresh air and admire the moon." My wife stuck her tongue out at me. "

You college students are so romantic!" The man on the other bed also said in a low voice, a little breathless, suggesting he was still inside his wife. "

We'll go out for a bit, you two continue." I half-jokingly, half-seriously took my wife's hand and led her out the door.

This time, however, my wife had been thoughtful; before getting out of bed, she deliberately removed her bra and panties, wearing only a dress. This way, she was completely naked under her dress, and once upstairs, all I had to do was lift her skirt to make love to her. I couldn't help but admire her genius; my wife was quite gifted in lovemaking.

Upstairs, I eagerly pushed my wife down onto the ping-pong table and lifted her skirt. Moonlight streamed in through the window like water, and I could clearly see my wife's beautiful body. Her thighs were snow-white and long, and although her crotch was dark, her pubic hair wasn't very thick, but rather sparse.

For a while, I longed for my wife to have a thick, bushy pubic hair, and I had even researched a lot about it. I'd heard that shaving a woman's pubic hair and then rubbing it with ginger slices can promote pubic hair growth.

That noon, since no one was in the dorm, I thought I'd try it. Unexpectedly, my wife strongly resisted, saying she'd be too ashamed to face anyone if they found out.

I said, "You're not going to put your pubic area on public display, how would anyone know you've shaved?"

My wife said, "Men certainly won't notice, but what about women? I always shower in public bathrooms, how could they not notice I have no hair down there? What am I supposed to say if they ask?"

I said, "Couldn't you choose a time when you don't know anyone to shower? If you're face-to-face with someone, you can cover your pubic area with a towel! Who would lift your towel to see your genitals?"

After much pleading, my wife finally agreed to shave. The process of shaving my wife's pubic hair was incredibly exciting. As the small scissors snipped and trimmed her curly pubic hair, her shy expression was absolutely adorable. Finally, I used the razor to shave her mons pubis three more times until her pubic area was completely clean.

Looking at my wife's hairless vulva, so different from her usual appearance, I suddenly felt a surge of lust. I pounced on her, kissing her vulva, which resembled a baby's mouth, and thrusting my tongue into her narrow vagina.

Because her vulva was hairless, it was especially easy for me to nibble on it, without the worry of getting her pubic hair in my mouth as before. So, sometimes I would suck her soft labia into my mouth, gently chewing them, and sometimes I would dart my tongue deep into her vagina, scraping and sucking her nectar. He even pressed his nose between her smooth labia, teasing her small clitoris with a series of loud, rhythmic thrusts.

She couldn't take it anymore; her hips writhed, her legs contracting and expanding repeatedly, purring and opening, humming softly. Her tongue actively took my penis into its mouth, licking along the base of my erect shaft.

I felt my wife's mouth was even more pleasurable and stimulating than her vagina; I was almost at my climax. I rotated my penis, letting her tender tongue swirl around the head.

My wife gazed at my penis, her beautiful eyelashes occasionally fluttering as she glanced at me, her delicate tongue moving up and down my engorged glans before finally taking it into her mouth and swirling it around.

Because it was so stimulating, I only thrust into her mouth about thirty times before my body trembled, and streams of semen shot into her throat like bullets. Before my wife could react, it was all down her throat. My semen was still gushing out.

"Ugh, you're disgusting, getting my mouth all messed up!" My wife, her mouth full of semen, made a spitting motion.

I was also covered in sweat, my face filled with a happy and satisfied smile, and said coquettishly, "Wife, swallow it. People say a man's semen is a woman's best beautician! As long as a woman eats this stuff regularly, she'll never age."

My wife had no choice but to gulp down all the semen.

Afterwards, my wife glanced down at her pubic area, which was a mess of slick, wet flesh from my tongue, and lowered her eyes, saying, "I'm so embarrassed." She then told me, "Don't leave my pubic hair lying around. Wrap it in paper and throw it in the trash can, so someone doesn't find it and we don't make a fool of ourselves."

I agreed, but I wrapped her pubic hair in paper and, instead of throwing it away, put it in a small suitcase under the bed.

The next day, my wife was a little uncomfortable at work. If someone stared at her genitals, she would instinctively clench her legs, as if afraid they would discover her secret of having no pubic hair. Fortunately, everything went as usual, and no one noticed that this beautiful woman with a responsible job had had her pubic hair shaved off by her husband before coming to work.

After my wife's pubic hair had fully grown back, I shaved it all off again. This was repeated three to five times. Her pubic hair was slightly thicker than before, but not much more, and certainly not lush.

One time, while she was showering, her female friend inadvertently noticed the lack of pubic hair. Curious, her friend asked her what had happened.

She blushed deeply and said embarrassedly, "I'm a little hot, so I shaved it off. It's the same reason women cut their hair short in the summer."

Her friend, unable to keep quiet, probably let slip her secret. From then on, every summer, her male colleagues looked at her strangely, and some even joked, "Hey beautiful, summer's here, have you cut your hair yet?"

Actually, my views had changed recently. I found my wife's sparse pubic hair quite attractive and stopped shaving it for her. Yet, she still carried the reputation of being a hairless beauty.

At that moment, the moonlight shone on my wife's alluring vulva, her lovely face, and her small mouth, and my lower body became erect again. Facing her lying on the ping-pong table, which hole should I insert into first?

My wife lay on the ping-pong table, the moonlight bathing her, making her appear dreamlike and beautiful.

I pounced on her, embracing her, one hand kneading her firm buttocks, the other already climbing to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between my fingers, rubbing them with my entire palm.

"Husband, don't do this!" my wife cried out, feigning resistance.

I'm going to do whatever I want, so what? Shout! I hugged her tightly without hesitation.

Most men think that as long as they are considerate and obedient to women, they can win their hearts. In fact, this may be a huge mistake!

Many psychological experts have analyzed that even the most normal women have a psychological dependence on men. When dealing with women, one should take the initiative and give orders when necessary; when being firm, one should be firm to the end.

Of course, I understand this principle. At first, I gently caressed my wife's breasts. When she showed an intoxicated expression and let out sweet sighs, I used my fingertips to pull her breasts upwards, then gently cupped and kneaded them with my palms. Then, I squeezed out a deep cleavage from the edge of her breasts.

Every time we played ping-pong, my wife's cleavage attracted the attention of countless men.

At that moment, the nerve endings of the cells densely packed like a fishnet on her nipples received stimulation from my fingers, giving her an explosive burst of pleasure.

She involuntarily hugged me tightly, her delicate tongue slipping between my lips, swirling in my mouth, her small hands encircling my body, gripping my back tightly.

Images of my wife giving me oral sex flashed through my mind, along with men lustfully watching her play ping-pong, kissing her passionately while kneading her breasts. "

Darling, your breasts are like two giant ping-pong balls," I said seductively. "

More like snowballs," she replied. "Where in the world are there ping-pong balls as big as me?" My wife couldn't help but let out a sweet, coquettish moan, grabbing my penis through my pants. "When it's hard here, it looks a bit like a tennis racket in my hand."

After a passionate kiss, her tongue reluctantly left my mouth.

I stroked her soft vulva between her legs and asked, "Want to make love?"

"Yes, I want it so badly," my wife replied, pouting deliberately. "

Want to make love with me, or with those two virile guys in the dorm?" I asked teasingly.

My wife blushed again, answering shyly, "Of course I want to make love with you. I don't want anyone else's big dick."

Hearing the word "dick" from my innocent wife for the first time, my penis hardened even more. I never expected my usually quiet wife to use such a vulgar word. "

Darling, are you serious?" My heart skipped a beat.

"Of course!" My wife nestled against me playfully. "

But...have you seen their genitals? Otherwise, how do you know they have big penises? And not small or short ones?" I suddenly caught her off guard. My

wife stammered at first, then lowered her head shyly, tapping my forehead with her fingertip, and said, "Silly boy, what are you thinking? They've lived under the same roof as us for so long, and they're always so loud and long in bed, how could I not guess?"

My mind went blank again; my wife's words were believable. However, the thought of those two guys having sex with their wives while my wife was making wild guesses about the size of their penises made me a little jealous.

Honestly, when they're having sex, don't you also wish you had a big thing inside you? My hand reached for my wife's vulva, probing inside her little hole.

You know perfectly well, I won't answer you. My wife twisted her hips, turned around, but her little hand still gripped my penis tightly.

Having such a charming yet gentle and lovely wife at home, I didn't know whether to be happy or unlucky. "

Honey, don't you want me anymore?" My wife turned back, hooking her arms around my neck, and said coquettishly. "

Yes...of course I want you. I want you...you're so beautiful, so charming, if I didn't want you, someone else would have taken you away long ago." I kissed her cheek again. "

Then hurry up." My wife urged nervously, afraid that things might change if we stayed here too long.

As she spoke, she deliberately lifted her skirt, revealing her snow-white, pert buttocks...

"You...you're really not wearing anything underneath?" I wanted to tease her.

My wife hesitated for a moment before shyly saying, "I lost my panties last time, and I don't want to make the same mistake again."

"Hmph, maybe you deliberately left your panties behind last time..." I teased her intentionally.

"Are you crazy?" She was terribly worried about this. "I'm so afraid something might happen..." my wife said anxiously. "

What could possibly happen with just a pair of panties?" I asked dismissively. "

I can't really say, but a woman's intuition tells me that my panties didn't end up in the trash...who picked them up?" my wife whispered.

I have a sixth sense; I think it's definitely a man. Maybe that guy is masturbating in front of your panties. I said jokingly.

"Oh dear, very likely. There are so many perverted men these days..." My wife's face paled instantly. "It's so embarrassing! Maybe there are even a few of my pubic hairs stuck to my panties. If that guy gets his hands on them, I'll be too ashamed to show my face!

" "Too ashamed to show your face? Then you can show your face with your ass and genitals!" I said with a laugh.

"Pah, I'm being serious." My wife's face flushed red. "

You've really made a fool of yourself this time. Maybe that guy got your panties and is fantasizing about holding you, aiming at your pussy, and happily penetrating you." As I said this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy. And your pubic hair would definitely give him a lot of stimulation too.

I face those men every day, yet I have no idea who has my underwear. And that guy has my pubic hair in his pocket—what will he think of me? What outrageous things will he do? The wife twisted her waist nervously, her small hands involuntarily covering her genitals, as if afraid some evil thing might take advantage of her vulnerability.

Yes, maybe he'll call and order you to a secluded place to retrieve your underwear and pubic hair, forcing you to have sex with him, to become his mistress, or even rape you, or even arrange for several friends to gang rape you… If you refuse to go to such a place, he'll threaten to expose your underwear and pubic hair to the public, even taking pictures and posting them online…

Oh God, what should I do? My wife nestled against me like a little bird, looking at me helplessly, her eyes filled with a pitiful and sorrowful expression. "

What are you afraid of? This is just my guess. It's not like anyone can actually have you. No one has bothered you these past few days, which means that guy hasn't thought of these ideas yet, or he's just a coward. He should be satisfied with just one pair of your underwear. You're mine, and only I can enjoy you, enjoy your body." I finished speaking, looking into my wife's large, watery eyes and delicate lips.

If that's really the case, then that's wonderful. My wife smiled sweetly, feeling much relieved.

Although her lips weren't cherry-like, they were full and incredibly sexy—and these were lips that could sing and had tasted a man's... well, you know.

I couldn't help but lean closer to her face and say, "Your lips are especially beautiful tonight.

Are you up to something again?" My wife's eyebrows were like spring mountains, her nose like goose fat, and her pretty face flushed, her beautiful little mouth slightly parted...

Having a wife who knows how to suck my dick is truly different; it brings unexpected pleasure to sex and life.

However, my wife didn't seem to have found the feeling yet.

My glans lingered near her mouth.

"Why don't you come in?" My wife wiggled her hips.

Her little buttocks were truly captivating, round and perky, attracting men's attention wherever she went. Whenever she played ping-pong, many men would gather around, ostensibly to watch the game, but really to admire the way her breasts and hips swayed.

At first, she was a little embarrassed, but she got used to it and became natural, no longer shy about the men's blatant admiring gazes.

Hehe! "My dear wife, your teeth are so sharp, I wouldn't dare to misbehave without your permission." I looked at my wife with innocent eyes, but moved forward slightly, my thick penis already pressed against her lips.

"Heh heh, are you scared?" A faint, pungent scent stimulated my wife, her eyes becoming even more hazy. Understandingly, she cupped my penis in her hands and began to suck on it reverently.

Although there was a slight fishy smell, she still licked my testicles with her tender tongue, and finally boldly opened her cherry lips, taking my glans into her mouth.

The moment my penis entered her beautiful mouth, my body trembled slightly, and I took a deep breath. My wife's warm and delicate mouth sent a tingling sensation through my body.

I thrust my hips forward, my penis plunging straight into her mouth.

My long, thick penis reached right up to my wife's throat.

Her breathing became heavy, and she murmured breathlessly, her alluring tongue appearing and disappearing with each thrust.

I held her close and asked, "How does it feel to give you oral sex?" "What do you mean,

'how'? You're having a good time, but my cheeks are sore and numb..." My wife playfully scolded me. Her tender tongue, like a nimble snake, circled the groove of my glans, tapping, licking, kissing, and biting, until my lower body felt like it was about to explode. I quickly took a deep breath to hold back my ejaculation. "

I'll make it up to you." Looking at her little mouth, bulging with my penis, I felt a little guilty. "

How will you make it up to me?" My wife teased me. "

Next time, I'll lick your clitoris too." I said ecstatically.

"Pah!" "Dream on!" Ya Hui pouted coquettishly, twisting her slender waist. "I want it now." "

But I've already rinsed my mouth today,

I don't want to eat that rotten persimmon from your lower body." I noticed that my wife's lower body was already dripping wet. "I don't want to eat my rotten persimmon, and I don't want to eat your rotten banana!" My wife spat out my glans in a huff.

The way a beautiful woman looks when she's angry is both pitiful and lovable. "

To be honest, darling, do you regret marrying me?" I patted her plump, upturned buttocks, gazing at her tenderly. "

If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have married you. You're penniless, powerless, and you bully people, forcing filth into their mouths, you're awful. I'm such a fool to have married you." My wife deliberately pouted her little mouth, still sticky with my semen, and said coquettishly.

"Really?" I feigned dejection and lowered my head. "

Just kidding. Actually, from the moment I became your wife, I knew my happiness would only increase." My wife kissed my forehead tenderly. "

For a penniless scholar like me, marrying a wife like you is truly a blessing. Your willingness to give me oral sex already makes me feel like an emperor. However, I won't mistreat you. I can't afford to buy you a house or a car, but I can give you a big, loving, and tender penis..."

I took a deep breath, had my wife support herself on the table with both hands, her upper body arched, her plump buttocks raised high, and I stood behind her, admiring her smooth, round buttocks.

From her buttocks, I could clearly see my wife's slightly parted vulva and tightly closed anus; her small labia and pink clitoris were so dazzling.

I could no longer resist the temptation, pressing my face tightly against her buttocks, sticking out my tongue to lick her alluring vulva and labia, and of course, not neglecting her small anus.

My wife had just taken a shower, and the scent of bath gel still lingered on her vulva and anus.

I spat a large mouthful of saliva onto my wife's already moist vulva and slapped her plump right buttock hard, making her cry out, "Ah..." "You

little slut, I'll teach you to cry." I deliberately let my thick, erect penis lightly touch my wife's labia and anus, while my hands played with her round, snow-white buttocks.

"Ah...husband, you...hurry up..." my wife pleaded softly, lowering her eyes. But her little buttocks arched back to meet my thrusts. "

Can't take it anymore? You little slut who needs to be fucked, you're not happy unless someone's doing it to you, are you?" I said, shoving my dark red penis head into the crevice of my wife's tight buttocks, directly into her wet vagina.

Lubricated by the sweat in my wife's flesh, my penis slid in all the way, the glans pressing hard against her clitoris, making her legs go weak, and she cried out, her breasts swaying back and forth. As

I thrust in and out, I reached under my wife's skirt to caress her small breasts.

With each thrust, my wife's snow-white buttocks writhed.

Seeing her flushed cheeks, I couldn't resist another round of vigorous thrusting. My penis was fully inserted into her pink little hole, and I would occasionally grind the head against her soft clitoris.

My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, accompanied by moans of "oh oh," as she shook her head forcefully.

I thrust my thick penis back and forth, letting the head scrape against the sensitive walls of my wife's vagina. At the same time, I suppressed the urge to ejaculate, sometimes caressing her round, plump buttocks, sometimes grabbing her full breasts, to distract myself from the intense pleasure emanating from the head of my penis.

Her two white, plump buttocks were being kneaded by my hands, her tender, pepper-like breasts clamping against them, the tingling sensation further arousing my excitement. I thrust my magnificent weapon forward, charging relentlessly towards her mysterious garden.

The two of us seemed to have forgotten the passage of time, completely oblivious to the time and place.

My wife was now drenched in a fine sweat, her mouth constantly uttering "ah... um..." sounds.

But at this moment, I had no thought of tenderness; all I knew was that my wife was a woman, a beautiful woman, a woman who could bring me pleasure.

So I thrust and pumped relentlessly, constantly feeling the pleasure brought by the contractions of her vaginal walls.

My wife's vaginal fluids were almost completely drained. I shuddered a few times, then lay motionless on her back. Hot semen shot forcefully into her.

Darling, making love with you is so wonderful… Marrying a wife like you, who can use both her upper and lower orifices, I've truly lived a worthwhile life. I believe there aren't many husbands in the world as happy as me. After a while, I pulled out my wet penis with a soft "plop," slowly leaving her body.

A stream of milky white semen flowed from between my wife's slightly swollen labia.

Just as I sat up, I saw what looked like a figure outside the window…

I wondered if I was seeing things…

The first time I gave my girlfriend oral sex was a few days before our wedding.

That day, we spent the night in a male friend's dorm room.

There were two beds in the room. My best friend slept in one, and my girlfriend and I slept in the other.

Later, as dawn approached, I wanted to have sex with my girlfriend, but she refused, afraid the other guy would hear.

I had to hold her head down and force her to give me oral sex. She was also afraid her resistance would be heard by another man, so she opened her mouth.

Finally, I ejaculated, and she had nowhere to spit it out, so she swallowed it.

Afterwards, she got up and went outside to perform oral sex for about ten minutes.

From then on, I started having her perform oral sex on me. After

we got married, she performed oral sex on me a few more times.

During her pregnancy, the doctor said we shouldn't have sex too much.

But I had a very strong sex drive at that time, so I had to let her perform oral sex on me.

She didn't resist much, on the condition that I had to shower beforehand.

Sometimes she would swallow the semen, and sometimes she would spit it into the toilet.

Occasionally, she would joke with me, pouting and asking me to kiss her, and even wanting me to taste the semen I ejaculated in her mouth. But I couldn't stand the smell. The sticky, gooey feeling must have been unpleasant to think about afterwards. Thinking about it this way, my wife, who ate my semen, is truly great and adorable.

Now, my wife is menstruating and can't have sex with me, so I have to trouble her to give me oral sex.

Each time, I make sure to shower, and she rinses her mouth carefully.

Seeing her sucking on my penis, even getting a mouthful of semen,

I'm incredibly moved.

Once, I jokingly asked her if her colleagues knew that her mouth had once eaten penis.

She was incredibly shy, saying that oral sex was exhausting because her mouth had to be kept wide open in an "O" shape the whole time…

One day, after drinking two bottles of beer, my wife said my glans smelled of alcohol when she was giving me oral sex.

I don't know if she was joking or telling the truth.

Some people say that having a wife with excellent oral skills is a great blessing in my life. Actually, my wife's oral skills aren't exactly outstanding; she just doesn't mind doing it for me often.

Because I feel guilty towards her, I don't dare ask her to do anything too difficult.

When my wife gives me oral sex, I usually have her undress, and I massage her genitals with my toes, gently rubbing her labia.

This makes her more willing to give me oral sex.

And she will involuntarily wiggle her hips, which is very stimulating and enjoyable for both of us.

This is my honest experience, which I'm sharing selflessly with everyone.

Many friends, after learning about this, envied my good fortune in having such a wonderful wife. They felt that her willingness to do this was already admirable, truly a virtuous wife!

Some even said my wife was incredibly great, and they wanted a wife like her too, saying that with such a wife, what more could a husband ask for? I don't know if everyone was being sincere.

Thank you, Brother Yiyan, for remembering me; I'll start by writing this short piece to express my gratitude.

In the early days after our marriage, my wife and I lived in her dormitory.

It was a small 15-square-meter room shared by three couples.

After 11 pm, every bed would become lively.

One bed was right next to ours.

Because the couple there had a slightly lower level of education—both were vocational school graduates—they were less reserved and often made quite a lot of noise. The creaking of the bed was unmistakable; frankly, even their soft breathing and the rustling of their bodies during intercourse were audible. At their most intense, he made the bed shake a little.

Usually, at this point, my wife would bury her flushed face in my chest.

We would kiss lightly… My wife held my penis in her hand, and I stroked her round, pert buttocks.

My wife's buttocks were quite eye-catching among women, especially when she wore white jeans; they were incredibly sexy.

When I couldn't resist climbing on top of my wife, she stubbornly refused to let me penetrate her.

She was always very shy. She was afraid that others would hear the sounds we made while making love.

But my penis was rock hard; I absolutely had to find a vagina to penetrate.

At this point, my wife would willingly crawl under the covers and take my glans into her alluring mouth, sucking hard.

I enjoyed the sensation of her tongue while listening to the sounds of intercourse coming from the other bed – it was quite a pleasure.

Sometimes, I would also gently insert my big toe into my wife's narrow vagina and thrust in and out.

For some reason, although my wife wasn't a virgin when she married me, her vagina remained very tight and elastic even after two years of marriage…

At this point, my wife would twist her hips even more vigorously, sucking on me, and even playfully taking my testicles into her mouth.

Finally, I would ejaculate in her mouth, and afraid of making a sound, she would swallow my semen under the covers…

The first time she swallowed my semen, she almost vomited, but after that, she didn't mind eating it.

When she emerged from the covers, her head was covered in fragrant sweat, her lower body was often glistening with moisture from my toes, and her mouth tasted of semen.

The couple making love in the next bed could never imagine that our lovemaking was no less impressive than theirs.

Summer arrived, and the blankets grew thinner, making it increasingly difficult to conceal the sucking sounds my wife made while giving me oral sex under the covers.

The sounds from the other bed were even clearer, often igniting our lust. Twice, we couldn't resist and made love in bed too.

Three couples simultaneously engaging in sexual activity in the small dormitory was quite a spectacle.

My wife still couldn't stand it; she felt the small dormitory had become a brothel, turning everyone into pigs and dogs.

Moreover, during her orgasms, she always couldn't suppress a soft scream.

I suspected she had already become the object of the other two men's eavesdropping and sexual fantasies.

Of the three women, she was the most beautiful, had the best figure, and was a legitimate university undergraduate. The two husbands, when chatting, always liked to stare at her pretty face, breasts, and buttocks.

My wife is particularly sensitive to heat, and in the summer she loves to wear very thin skirts. Although she's usually very careful, when she bends over to cook or chat with others, she often inadvertently reveals a deep cleavage and the curves of her buttocks, much to the delight of the two men in her room.

When they make love with my wife at night, they deliberately make a lot of noise, seemingly intending for her to hear, to demonstrate their masculinity and strength.

Once, my wife couldn't help but whisper to me, "Honey, I think other men last longer in bed than you!"

Because my foreskin is a bit long and my glans is particularly sensitive, I often ejaculate very quickly after penetration, less than five minutes after a few thrusts.

Usually, we'd start after them, and by the time we finished, they were still going strong.

In a battle of attrition, I was definitely outmatched by the two of them.

Besides, I suspected they'd already discovered my wife's secret of giving me oral sex.

They often complimented my wife's beautiful mouth with malicious intent, and they liked to buy bananas, peel them, and give them to her. They said the way my wife ate bananas was cute, elegant, and pleasing to the eye.

At first, my wife was quite pleased, thinking they were genuinely complimenting her. Later, after I pointed it out, she realized what men meant when they said a woman ate a banana.

From then on, her face would turn bright red whenever she saw a banana, and she dared not bite into one in front of many people.

I went to great lengths to enjoy sex with my wife.

After some investigation, I found that the gym upstairs in our dormitory was a good place.

There were two ping-pong tables there, and the three of us couples and the single guys often went up to play. At night, no one was there, but the door was never closed.

At night, when the two couples in my room started making love, we would quietly sneak upstairs.

I would have my wife lift her skirt, lie on her back on the ping-pong table, spread her legs, and reveal her alluring vulva...

Although I dared not turn on the light and could not see my wife's narrow opening clearly, I could still accurately find her private parts. Sometimes, when I was thrusting randomly, my wife would personally guide my penis into her paradise.

Finally, I could hold my wife's plump, white buttocks and make love to my heart's content, and she could even let out soft moans...

Afterwards, my meticulous wife would always use her skirt to wipe away the filth left on the ping-pong table.

Occasionally, I would play 69 with my wife on the ping-pong table, letting her suck my penis with her delicate mouth, while I sucked her thin labia into my mouth and inserted my tongue into her vagina...

In the end, I sucked a mouthful of my wife's vaginal fluid, and she was also covered in my saliva. Once, while my wife was giving me oral sex,

I even tried to insert a clean ping-pong ball into her vagina.

But her vagina was too small, and after a lot of effort, I could only barely fit half of the ball in.

I tried to push it in harder, but my wife got impatient, spat out my penis, and said, "If you keep messing around, I won't let you suck it anymore."

I said aggrievedly, "A ping-pong ball is just like a man's glans. I just wanted to see if a bigger glans would give you more enjoyment." "

I don't want any big glans, I just want you!" After saying that, my wife playfully kissed my glans, then suddenly pressed herself against me, quickly twisting her plump, white buttocks...

We both reached an unprecedented orgasm at the same time.

The next day, when we came in to play ping-pong with a large group of men again, my wife and I exchanged knowing smiles.

No man could have predicted the passionate encounter that took place on that ping-pong table that night, and even less could anyone have imagined that the ball they were hitting had once touched my wife's vagina, perhaps even bearing a trace of her vaginal fluid...

But men still enjoyed playing ping-pong with my wife, and even watching her play was a pleasure.

While playing, her high, firm breasts swayed, her round, perky buttocks twisted and turned, and she kept making soft moans, which was truly captivating... (IV)

The ping-pong table in the gym became my wife and my place of passion.

Unexpectedly, things took an unexpected turn.

One time, my wife was recognized as an outstanding employee at her workplace and received a bonus. That night, we played ping-pong together to celebrate.

Halfway through, I wanted to try something different, so I pulled my already wet penis out of my wife's vagina and brought it to her mouth.

My wife understood immediately, opening her alluring red lips and rubbing my penis back and forth between them, her tongue licking the head of my penis.

Finally, she took my swollen head into her mouth and began sucking on it with smacking sounds, like a greedy little girl sucking on an ice pop.

I, in turn, used my hands to spread her thin labia, licking her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, gently teasing her vulva with pleasure.

My wife curled up in a tight ball, itching all over, sucking even more enthusiastically.

My lower body was painfully swollen, and with the attack of her little mouth, it immediately became thick and hard.

To insert my tongue deeper into my wife's vagina, I threw her floral panties, which were hanging on one leg, onto the ground and then hoisted her legs onto my shoulders.

This brought her vagina close to my mouth, and her narrow vulva was stretched wide open.

Heh, no one would have imagined that my dignified and lovely wife, the model female worker in her workplace, would be lying on a ping-pong table like this for me to play with, would they? My tongue slipped inside, moving like a little snake within her jade-like opening. "

It's all your fault. If anyone finds out, I'll be too ashamed to show my face." My wife whimpered, exhausted. The tingling, itchy sensation in her vagina made her feel like she was on fire. Her right hand involuntarily lifted her short skirt, reaching down to caress her vagina, inserting two fingers inside and stirring them incessantly.

"You should not only be a progressive worker, but also be equally adept in lovemaking; that's what you call all-round development!" I joked with her.

A moment later, a trickle of fluid seeped from my urethra. My wife, overjoyed, sucked even harder, her mouth wide open, beads of sweat sliding down her flushed face, while her left hand moved incessantly inside her vagina, her fingers glistening with her own fluids.

The intense stimulation made me groan involuntarily, pleasure coursing through my entire body. Her pubic hair throbbed against her face, sending shivers of tingling through her skin.

My wife's sucking intensified, a trickle of fluid from the corner of her mouth, framing her beautiful face and adding to the arousal.

The tightness of her mouth also brought me to the brink of ejaculation.

"Honey, you have to hold on!" My wife reluctantly spat out my penis, the saliva on her tongue and the saliva on my penis mixing together to form a long, sticky line.

My penis grew even larger, the veins on the glans bulging. A tingling, numb sensation spread through every cell, my bones ached, and I relentlessly thrust deep into her throat.

My wife's eyes rolled back as I thrust into her, unable to breathe. I stroked her sweet face and went at it forty or fifty times in one go.

My wife seemed to be suffocating, moaning softly, her pink lips turning bright red.

I hurriedly pulled out of her mouth.

My wife gasped for breath, coughing incessantly.

I then had her hold onto the ping-pong table, her round buttocks raised high.

I guided my thick penis with my hand, aiming it at her already parted vulva, and thrust it inside.

My wife's tight vagina contracted violently, making my thrusting slightly difficult; it felt as if my penis was being sucked by her vagina. "

Tell me, what does this position resemble, you advanced female worker?" I thrust in and out, letting the head of my penis scrape against the sensitive walls of my wife's vagina. "

Like a female dog," my wife replied irritably, her cheeks flushed, panting softly, forcefully arching her snow-white buttocks.

Gradually, a squelching sound came from her lower body—the squelching of water and the slapping of my body against her buttocks.

I tried my best to insert my penis as far as possible into her body, guiding her towards a carnal climax with me.

She tried to push me away, but she was too weak to even lift her hand. She could only muster her strength and endure the thick nectar gushing from deep within her flower like a spring.

I don't know where the strength came from, but I kept thrusting in and out, constantly feeling the pleasure brought by the contractions of my wife's vaginal walls.

The vaginal fluids in my wife's peach blossom cave were almost dried up, and I forcefully ejaculated my scalding semen into her body, all the way into her uterus.

Each ejaculation caused my wife's body to tremble violently.

"My dear female advanced worker, how does my reward tonight compare to the certificate and bonus your company boss gives you?" I asked smugly.

"Pah, I don't even want to talk to you." My wife spat at me, glanced at her small watch, and said hurriedly, "It's almost midnight, let's go back to the dorm and rest. We played for more than half an hour today, three times longer than usual. I can't sleep in and be late tomorrow morning, or the company will laugh at me for being such a model worker." "

That's right." I quickly took her hand and went downstairs.

That night, we slept soundly, naked in each other's arms.

But when my wife woke up the next morning, she suddenly discovered something!

She was still dazed from my vigor the night before, and in her haste, she had come downstairs with me naked. Her floral thong was still lying on the floor of the ping-pong table upstairs.

She hurriedly put on her clothes and rushed upstairs with me.

A few men doing their morning exercise were playing ping-pong. Upon seeing her, a bulge appeared in their crotches. They chuckled and said, "Good morning! Want to play a few games?"

"No! No!" She nervously glanced at the ground—her floral panties were gone!

Good heavens! She was instantly terrified, and I was at a loss for words.

"Hey, are you guys playing ping-pong?" the men shouted, one of them even tossing a racket to my wife ingratiatingly.

They loved playing with my wife.

She was lithe and her skills were decent. But what was most captivating was her demeanor and posture while playing.

She always liked to wear a sleeveless tank top, and if they were lucky, they could even get a glimpse of her breasts when she bent over to catch the ball.

"No, you guys play, I don't want to play." My wife shook her head. "

If you're not playing ball, what are you doing here so early?" one of the men asked.

"N-nothing...just came up to check. We just finished eating, nothing to do..." My wife blushed to her neck, pretended to watch the game for a while, then turned and went downstairs.

Several men stared intently at her back, completely losing their focus on the game. "

It's all your fault, you made me lose my underwear." She said to me aggrievedly at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, where could it be?" I said suspiciously. "

Could those men playing ball have picked it up?" my wife asked worriedly. "

No way, I didn't see your underwear near them." I tried my best to reassure her.

"Why would the person who found it keep my underwear next to them?" my wife said anxiously, clutching the hem of her skirt. "I'm so embarrassed! My underwear was under the pool table, whoever found it will definitely guess what we were doing at the table!" "

Don't worry," I tried to reassure her. "Even if they found it, it's not a big deal. Who would know it was your underwear? There are other women upstairs, you're not the only one." "

What do you know!" my wife continued, feeling even more aggrieved. "Solid-colored underwear is all the rage now. I'm the only woman upstairs wearing floral underwear, and everyone's doing it for you..."

Indeed, I've always liked my wife wearing floral underwear. I've also noticed that when the women hang their clothes out to dry, only my wife's underwear is floral.

"Don't worry, maybe the cleaning lady took it as trash..." I reassured my wife.

"I hope so!" My wife sighed helplessly, changed into her work clothes, and hurried off to work.

For several days, my wife seemed lost in thought, anxious and uneasy about her missing underwear. I tried to take her upstairs to make love, but she refused.

But everything was peaceful; no one bothered her, no one joked about her underwear, and no one threatened her.

My wife finally relaxed, believing that her underwear had indeed been taken by someone unaware of the situation. Thank goodness, she agreed to come upstairs with me again.

The moonlight was beautiful that night, and the small dormitory room stirred with desire once more. Because we both tacitly understood each other, our actions became increasingly unrestrained. My wife and I both felt the bed shaking and heard that familiar sound again, so we tiptoed out of bed. "

Going out so late?" The man on the next bed heard us and stopped.

"Yes, yes, we're going outside for some fresh air and to admire the moon," my wife said, sticking her tongue out at me.

"You college students are so romantic!" the man on the other bed said in a hoarse voice, his breath coming in short gasps, suggesting he was still inside his wife. "

We'll be out for a bit, you two can continue," I said half-jokingly, half-seriously, taking my wife's hand as we left.

However, this time my wife was thoughtful; before getting out of bed, she deliberately took off her bra and panties, wearing only a dress. That way, she was completely naked under her skirt. Once upstairs, all I had to do was lift her skirt and we could make love to our hearts' content. I couldn't help but admire her talent; my wife was quite gifted in lovemaking.

Once upstairs, I eagerly pushed my wife down onto the ping-pong table and lifted her skirt. Moonlight streamed in through the window like water, and I could clearly see my wife's beautiful body. Her thighs were snow-white and long, and although her groin was dark, her pubic hair wasn't very thick, but rather sparse.

For a while, I longed for my wife to have a thick, full pubic hair, and I even researched a lot about it. I heard that shaving a woman's pubic hair and then rubbing her vulva with slices of ginger could make it grow.

That noon, since no one was in the dormitory, I decided to try it. Unexpectedly, my wife was very resistant to me shaving her pubic hair, saying that she would be too ashamed to face anyone if people found out.

I said: You're not going to put your vulva on public display, how would others know that your pubic hair was shaved?

My wife said, "Men certainly won't notice, but what about women? I always shower in public bathrooms, how could they not notice I have no pubic hair? What am I supposed to say if they ask?"

I said, "Couldn't you choose a time when you don't know anyone to shower? If you're face-to-face with someone, you can use a towel to cover your genitals! Who would lift your towel to see your genitals?"

After much coaxing, my wife finally agreed to shave. The process of shaving my wife's pubic hair was quite exciting. As the small scissors snipped and sniped at my wife's curly pubic hair, her shy expression was incredibly cute. Finally, I used the razor to shave her mons pubis three times until she was completely shaved.

Looking at my wife's hairless vulva, so different from her usual appearance, I was suddenly overcome with lust. I pounced on her, kissing her vulva, which resembled a baby's mouth, and thrusting my tongue into her narrow, long vagina.

Because her vulva was hairless, it was especially easy for me to gnaw on it, without worrying about getting her pubic hair in my mouth as before. So, sometimes I would suck her soft labia into my mouth and chew them gently, and sometimes I would dart my tongue deep into her vagina, scraping and sucking her nectar. I even squeezed my nose between her two smooth labia, teasing her small clitoris with loud, rhythmic thrusts.

She couldn't take it anymore. Her hips writhed, her legs clenching and unclenching repeatedly, humming softly. Her tongue actively opened its mouth to take my penis in, then licked along the base of my erect shaft.

I felt my wife's mouth was even more pleasurable and stimulating than her vagina. I was almost at my climax, and I rotated my penis, letting her tender tongue swirl around the head of my penis. My wife

gazed at my penis, her beautiful eyelashes occasionally fluttering as she glanced at me. She would move her delicate tongue up and down my engorged glans, finally taking it into her mouth and swirling it around.

Because it was so stimulating, I only thrust in and out of her mouth about thirty times before my body trembled, and streams of semen shot into her throat like bullets. Before my wife could react, it was all gone from her throat. My semen was still gushing out.

"Ugh, you're disgusting, getting my mouth all messed up!" My wife, her mouth full of semen, made a spitting face.

I was sweating profusely, my face beaming with a happy, satisfied smile, and said coquettishly, "Honey, swallow it. People say a man's semen is a woman's best beautician! If a woman eats this regularly, she'll never age."

My wife had no choice but to gulp down all the semen.

Afterwards, my wife glanced down at her pubic area, which was now a mess of slippery, sticky flesh from my tongue, and lowered her eyes, saying, "I'm so embarrassed." She then reminded me, "Don't leave my pubic hair lying around. Wrap it in paper and throw it in the trash can, so someone doesn't find it and make a fool of themselves."

I verbally agreed, but secretly wrapped her pubic hair in paper and, unwilling to throw it away, hid it in a small suitcase under the bed.

The next day, my wife seemed a little uncomfortable at work. When others glanced at her genitals, she would instinctively clench her legs, as if afraid they would discover her secret of having no pubic hair. Fortunately, everything went smoothly; no one noticed that this beautiful and responsible woman had had her pubic hair shaved off by her husband before going to work.

Once her pubic hair had fully grown back, I shaved it off again. This was repeated three to five times. My wife's pubic hair was slightly thicker than before, but it wasn't much more abundant, and it was far from being lush.

One time, while she was showering, her female companion inadvertently noticed the lack of pubic hair. The companion was curious and asked her what had happened.

She blushed deeply and said embarrassedly, "I'm a bit hot, so I shaved it off. It's the same reason women cut their hair short in the summer."

Her talkative female friend probably let slip her secret, and from then on, every summer, her male colleagues looked at her strangely, some even jokingly asking, "Hey beautiful, summer's here, have you cut your pubic hair yet?"

Actually, my views had changed during this time; I found my wife's sparse pubic hair quite attractive and stopped shaving her. But she still carried the reputation of being a hairless beauty.

At that moment, the moonlight shone on my wife's alluring vulva, her cute face and small mouth, and my lower body became erect again. Facing her lying on the ping-pong table, which hole should I insert into first?

My wife lay on her back on the ping-pong table, moonlight streaming down her body, making her appear dreamlike and beautiful.

I pounced on her, embracing her, one hand kneading her firm buttocks, the other already climbing up to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between my fingers, rubbing them with my entire palm. "

Honey, don't do this!" my wife cried out, feigning resistance. "

I'm going to do it anyway, so what? Scream!" I held her tightly without hesitation.

Most men believe that as long as they are considerate and submissive to women, they can win their hearts, but this may be a huge mistake!

Many psychological experts have analyzed that even the most normal woman has a psychological dependence on men. When dealing with women, one should take the initiative and give orders when necessary; when being firm, one should be firm to the end.

Of course, I understood this principle. I started by gently caressing my wife's breasts. When she showed an expression of ecstasy and let out sweet sighs, I used my fingertips to pull her breasts upwards, then gently cupped and kneaded them with my palms. Next, I squeezed out a deep cleavage from the edge of her breasts.

Every time we played ping-pong, this cleavage attracted the attention of countless men.

At that moment, the nerve endings of the cells on her nipples, densely packed like a fishnet, received stimulation from my fingers, giving her an explosive burst of pleasure.

She involuntarily hugged me tightly, her delicate tongue slipping between my lips and swirling in my mouth, her small hands encircling my body and gripping my back tightly.

Images of my wife giving me oral sex flashed through my mind, along with men lecherously watching her play ping-pong, kissing her passionately while fondling her breasts. "

Darling, your breasts look like two giant ping-pong balls," I said seductively. "

More like snowballs, though. Where in the world are there ping-pong balls as big as me?" my wife couldn't help but let out a sweet, coquettish voice, grabbing my penis through my pants. "When you get hard here, it looks a bit like a racket in my hand."

After a passionate kiss, my wife's tongue reluctantly left my mouth.

I stroked her soft vulva between her legs and asked, "Want to make love?"

"Yes, I want it so badly," my wife replied, pouting deliberately. "

Want to make love with me, or with those two virile guys in the dorm?" I asked teasingly.

My wife blushed again, and replied shyly, "Of course I want to be with you. I don't want anyone else's big dick."

Hearing the word "dick" from my innocent wife for the first time, my penis hardened even more. I never expected my usually quiet wife to use such a vulgar word. "

Darling, are you serious?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat. "

Of course!" My wife nestled against me coquettishly. "

But…have you seen their genitals? Otherwise, how do you know they have big dicks? And not small or short dicks?" I suddenly caught her off guard.

My wife stammered, then lowered her head shyly, tapped my forehead with her fingertip, and said, "Silly boy, what are you thinking?" They've lived under the same roof as us for so long, and they're always making so much noise in bed for so long, how could I not guess?

My mind went blank again; my wife's words were believable. However, the thought of my wife making wild guesses about the size of those two guys' penises while they were having sex with their wives made me a little jealous.

Honestly, when they're having sex, don't you also wish you had a big thing inside you? My hand reached for my wife's vulva, probing inside her little hole.

You know perfectly well, I won't answer you. My wife twisted her hips, turned around, but her little hand still gripped my penis tightly.

Having such a charming yet gentle and lovely wife at home, I didn't know whether to be happy or unlucky. "

Honey, don't you want me anymore?" My wife turned back, hooking her arms around my neck, and said coquettishly. "

Yes...of course I want you. I want you...you're so beautiful, so charming, if I didn't want you, someone else would have taken you away long ago." I kissed her cheek again. "

Then hurry up." My wife urged nervously, afraid that things might change if we stayed here too long.

As she spoke, she deliberately lifted her skirt, revealing her snow-white, pert buttocks...

"You...you're really not wearing anything underneath?" I wanted to tease her.

My wife hesitated for a moment before shyly saying, "I lost my panties last time, and I don't want to make the same mistake again."

"Hmph, maybe you deliberately left your panties behind last time..." I teased her intentionally.

"Are you crazy?" She was terribly worried about this. "I'm so afraid something might happen..." my wife said anxiously. "

What could possibly happen with just a pair of panties?" I asked dismissively. "

I can't really say, but a woman's intuition tells me that my panties didn't end up in the trash...who picked them up?" my wife whispered.

I have a sixth sense; I think it's definitely a man. Maybe that guy is masturbating in front of your panties. I said jokingly.

"Oh dear, very likely. There are so many perverted men these days..." My wife's face paled instantly. "It's so embarrassing! Maybe there are even a few of my pubic hairs stuck to my panties. If that guy gets his hands on them, I'll be too ashamed to show my face!

" "Too ashamed to show your face? Then you can show your face with your ass and genitals!" I said with a laugh.

"Pah, I'm being serious." My wife's face flushed red. "

You've really made a fool of yourself this time. Maybe that guy got your panties and is fantasizing about holding you, aiming at your pussy, and happily penetrating you." As I said this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy. And your pubic hair would definitely give him a lot of stimulation too.

I face those men every day, yet I have no idea who has my underwear. And that guy has my pubic hair in his pocket—what will he think of me? What outrageous things will he do? The wife twisted her waist nervously, her small hands involuntarily covering her genitals, as if afraid some evil thing might take advantage of her vulnerability.

Yes, maybe he'll call and order you to a secluded place to retrieve your underwear and pubic hair, forcing you to have sex with him, to become his mistress, or even rape you, or even arrange for several friends to gang rape you… If you refuse to go to such a place, he'll threaten to expose your underwear and pubic hair to the public, even taking pictures and posting them online…

Oh God, what should I do? My wife nestled against me like a little bird, looking at me helplessly, her eyes filled with a pitiful and sorrowful expression. "

What are you afraid of? This is just my guess. It's not like anyone can actually have you. No one has bothered you these past few days, which means that guy hasn't thought of these ideas yet, or he's just a coward. He should be satisfied with just one pair of your underwear. You're mine, and only I can enjoy you, enjoy your body." I finished speaking, looking into my wife's large, watery eyes and delicate lips.

If that's really the case, then that's wonderful. My wife smiled sweetly, feeling much relieved.

Although her lips weren't cherry-like, they were full and incredibly sexy—and these were lips that could sing and had tasted a man's... well, you know.

I couldn't help but lean closer to her face and say, "Your lips are especially beautiful tonight.

Are you up to something again?" My wife's eyebrows were like spring mountains, her nose like goose fat, and her pretty face flushed, her beautiful little mouth slightly parted...

Having a wife who knows how to suck my dick is truly different; it brings unexpected pleasure to sex and life.

However, my wife didn't seem to have found the feeling yet.

My glans lingered near her mouth.

"Why don't you come in?" My wife wiggled her hips.

Her little buttocks were truly captivating, round and perky, attracting men's attention wherever she went. Whenever she played ping-pong, many men would gather around, ostensibly to watch the game, but really to admire the way her breasts and hips swayed.

At first, she was a little embarrassed, but she got used to it and became natural, no longer shy about the men's blatant admiring gazes.

Hehe! "My dear wife, your teeth are so sharp, I wouldn't dare to misbehave without your permission." I looked at my wife with innocent eyes, but moved forward slightly, my thick penis already pressed against her lips.

"Heh heh, are you scared?" A faint, pungent scent stimulated my wife, her eyes becoming even more hazy. Understandingly, she cupped my penis in her hands and began to suck on it reverently.

Although there was a slight fishy smell, she still licked my testicles with her tender tongue, and finally boldly opened her cherry lips, taking my glans into her mouth.

The moment my penis entered her beautiful mouth, my body trembled slightly, and I took a deep breath. My wife's warm and delicate mouth sent a tingling sensation through my body.

I thrust my hips forward, my penis plunging straight into her mouth.

My long, thick penis reached right up to my wife's throat.

Her breathing became heavy, and she murmured breathlessly, her alluring tongue appearing and disappearing with each thrust.

I held her close and asked, "How does it feel to give you oral sex?" "What do you mean,

'how'? You're having a good time, but my cheeks are sore and numb..." My wife playfully scolded me. Her tender tongue, like a nimble snake, circled the groove of my glans, tapping, licking, kissing, and biting, until my lower body felt like it was about to explode. I quickly took a deep breath to hold back my ejaculation. "

I'll make it up to you." Looking at her little mouth, bulging with my penis, I felt a little guilty. "

How will you make it up to me?" My wife teased me. "

Next time, I'll lick your clitoris too." I said ecstatically.

"Pah!" "Dream on!" Ya Hui pouted coquettishly, twisting her slender waist. "I want it now." "

But I've already rinsed my mouth today,

I don't want to eat that rotten persimmon from your lower body." I noticed that my wife's lower body was already dripping wet. "I don't want to eat my rotten persimmon, and I don't want to eat your rotten banana!" My wife spat out my glans in a huff.

The way a beautiful woman looks when she's angry is both pitiful and lovable. "

To be honest, darling, do you regret marrying me?" I patted her plump, upturned buttocks, gazing at her tenderly. "

If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have married you. You're penniless, powerless, and you bully people, forcing filth into their mouths, you're awful. I'm such a fool to have married you." My wife deliberately pouted her little mouth, still sticky with my semen, and said coquettishly.

"Really?" I feigned dejection and lowered my head. "

Just kidding. Actually, from the moment I became your wife, I knew my happiness would only increase." My wife kissed my forehead tenderly. "

For a penniless scholar like me, marrying a wife like you is truly a blessing. The fact that you're willing to give me oral sex already makes me feel like an emperor. However, I won't mistreat you. I can't afford to buy you a house or a car, but I can give you a big, loving, and cherishing dick..."

I took a deep breath, had my wife support herself on the table with both hands, her upper body arched, her plump buttocks raised high. I stood behind her, admiring her smooth, round bottom.

From the cleft of her buttocks, I could clearly see her slightly parted vulva and tightly closed anus; her small labia and pink clitoris were so dazzling.

I could no longer resist the temptation, pressing my face tightly against her buttocks, sticking out my tongue to lick that alluring vulva and labia, and of course, not neglecting her small anus.

My wife had just taken a shower; the scent of bath gel still lingered on her vulva and anus.

I spat a large mouthful of saliva onto her already moist vulva and slapped her plump right buttock hard, making her cry out…

"You little slut, I'll make you scream." I deliberately brushed my thick, erect penis lightly against my wife's labia and anus, while my hands played with her round, snow-white buttocks.

"Ah...husband, you...faster..." my wife lowered her eyes and pleaded softly. But her little buttocks moved back to meet my thrusts. "

Can't take it? You little slut who needs to be fucked, you're not happy unless someone's fucking you, are you?" I said, inserting my dark red penis head into the tight crevice of my wife's buttocks, directly into her wet vagina.

Lubricated by the sweat in my wife's vagina, my penis went in all the way, the glans pressing hard against her clitoris, making her legs go weak, and she screamed, her breasts swaying back and forth in front of her chest. As I

thrust in and out, I reached under my wife's skirt and caressed her small breasts.

With each thrust, her snow-white buttocks writhed.

Seeing her flushed cheeks, I couldn't resist another round of vigorous thrusting. My penis plunged all the way into her pink little hole, occasionally rubbing the head against her soft clitoris. My

wife's tight vagina contracted violently, accompanied by moans, as she shook her head forcefully.

I thrust my thick penis in and out, letting the head scrape against the sensitive walls of her vagina. At the same time, I suppressed the urge to ejaculate, sometimes caressing her round, plump buttocks, sometimes grabbing her full breasts, to distract myself from the intense pleasure emanating from the head of my penis.

Her two white, plump buttocks were being kneaded by my hands, her tender, pepper-like breasts clamping against them, the tingling sensation further arousing my excitement. I thrust my magnificent weapon forward, charging relentlessly towards her mysterious garden.

The two of us seemed to have forgotten the passage of time, completely oblivious to the time and place.

My wife was now drenched in a fine sweat, her mouth constantly uttering "ah... um..." sounds.

But at this moment, I had no thought of tenderness; all I knew was that my wife was a woman, a beautiful woman, a woman who could bring me pleasure.

So I thrust and pumped relentlessly, constantly feeling the pleasure brought by the contractions of her vaginal walls.

My wife's vaginal fluids were almost completely drained. I shuddered a few times, then lay motionless on her back. Hot semen shot forcefully into her.

Darling, making love with you is so wonderful… Marrying a wife like you, who can use both her upper and lower orifices, I've truly lived a worthwhile life. I believe there aren't many husbands in the world as happy as me. After a while, I pulled out my wet penis with a soft "plop," slowly leaving her body.

A stream of milky white semen flowed from between my wife's slightly swollen labia.

Just as I sat up, I saw what looked like a figure outside the window…

I wondered if I was seeing things…

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