Wife's promiscuous behavior (1)

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Wife's Lustful Life Chapter 1: Wife's Snake Segment Author: 12344321 My name is Feng Kai, also known as Xiao Kai. I'm a programmer at a software company. I have a wife I've been married to for two years. Her name is Chen Luyao, and everyone usually calls her Xiao Yao. My wife Xiao Yao is 172cm tall, which is quite tall for a woman. She has a pair of long, straight legs without a single flaw. Her breasts are about the size of two small basketballs. When we make love, squeezing them feels like holding two smaller soft basketballs. My wife's skin is also exceptionally smooth and fair, like snow in winter. It happened to be Friday. Because I had been working overtime at the company for the past few days, there was less business today. Plus, the boss was in a good mood, so I was granted a day off. He delegated all my work to people who are usually lazy. This is probably what they call "fools have good fortune." Back home, I called out, "Honey, I'm home! My boss was happy and gave me the day off. Honey?
Where are you?" I looked around the house, but my wife wasn't there. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Wait a minute, I left for work at 7 a.m. and rushed home; it's only a little past 8 now. My wife is a nurse at a hospital now. She wasn't originally a nurse; she was a saleswoman for a medical device company. But over a year ago, an unexpected pregnancy led her to have an abortion and quit her job to become a nurse and help patients. I couldn't resist her, so I agreed. Sure enough, my wife, originally a medical professional, became a full-fledged nurse at the hospital in just two months. I was incredibly surprised by her abilities. But since she's my wife, it's only natural that she's capable, haha. I was originally planning to see my wife a little longer before getting some sleep at home. I woke up, and it seemed I wouldn't be seeing my wife. Now I could only go to sleep. But it was such a waste to use a day off for sleeping; it was too extravagant. No, I couldn't encourage this wasteful lifestyle. I had to make good use of my time. I went back to the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. The wardrobe took up one wall; my clothes were on the left, and my wife's on the right. As I picked through my clothes, I kept glancing at my wife's, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if she were home. I'd first touch her until her legs were weak and her pants were soaked. As for sex? There wasn't enough time, so I had to give up. "Huh…" Looking around, I noticed something was wrong. Not a single piece of my wife's underwear was missing. Although we'd only been married for a little over two years, I knew my wife's clothes very well. Looking at the colorful underwear, I started counting. "One, two, three, four, five, six… seven." "Seven exactly! All of my wife's underwear, neatly arranged in the wardrobe. Now that she's not home, what underwear did she wear out?"
Perhaps she wasn't wearing underwear at all? This was so different from the pure and kind wife I remembered. She was usually very conservative in this regard, never allowing oral or anal sex, and only occasionally willing to wear sexy lingerie. Looking further down, I saw a row of her panties. A quick scan confirmed it; she had all her panties, but one pair of stockings was missing—a black bodysuit. Also missing was a pink, revealing dress. The dress only had fabric above the bust, with a thin ribbon tied around her neck, exposing her shoulders, the upper chest, and part of her breasts. However, given the size of her chest, even if the dress only revealed a small portion, it would still expose half of her breasts, barely covering her areolas, and a small part of her buttocks would be visible. My wife had only worn this dress once, on my birthday, and hadn't worn it since. Why would she wear it today? A series of questions flooded my mind. Had she bought a new pair of underwear? The only plausible explanation is this one item. As for the pink dress, my wife must have thrown it in the trash. With a pang of regret, I went to the trash can, wanting to take one last look at my dress. Huh? I searched all the trash cans in the house; every single one had trash, but the dress I wanted to see wasn't there. Did my wife take it out and throw it away separately? If so, she must really hate that dress. It doesn't make sense. However, with a lingering doubt, I picked up my phone and made a call. I ordered six high-definition pinhole cameras: two in the bedroom, two in the bathroom, and the last two in the living room. After installation, I turned on the cameras, left home alone, and went to an internet cafe. I played games there until almost closing time before returning home. "Honey, I'm home." As I returned, I called out as usual. "Honey's home? Dinner'll be ready soon. Try my crispy snake slices later, see how they taste. Making these garlicky, braised snake slices took me all day, humph." I glanced at my wife; she was busy in the kitchen as usual, wearing her usual casual clothes. Through her clothes, I could even see her black underwear. I clearly remembered that her underwear was neatly lying in the closet this morning. While my wife was busy in the kitchen, I went to the computer in the bedroom, turned it on, and watched the footage from the five webcams I'd left at home. The footage started when I left, remaining frozen after I left. I kept fast-forwarding until 2 PM, a few hours after I left—more than three hours ago—when my wife returned. She was wearing that pink skirt and smooth black stockings. My wife swayed her hips as she entered the bathroom. Her pink skirt rode up slightly with her movements, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear—I noticed immediately. Once inside the bathroom, I switched to the bathroom camera. In the footage, she walked towards the bathtub, removing her clothes as she went. By the time she reached the tub, she was completely naked, her black stockings slipping from her fingers. I switched to another camera in the bathroom, positioned directly opposite the bathtub. I saw a strip of yellow tape, about four fingers wide, completely covering her vulva. She lay down in the tub and started filling it with water, simultaneously rubbing her clitoris. As the tub filled, her rubbing increased in speed. Finally, just before it was full, she abruptly ripped off the tape, arching her back and raising her trembling genitals. I knew she had orgasmed. After her climax, my wife lay in the bathtub for a while, then reached down to her genitals. Her fingers were probing inside her vagina, as if trying to dig something out. Suddenly, a black object emerged from her vagina—a black snake's head! I immediately thought of the dinner my wife was making: crispy snake pieces. My wife grabbed the snake's head, trying to pull it out forcefully, but the snake inside her was already knotted. As the snake was pulled out little by little, her vagina widened further and further. Part of the snake's body had been pulled out; the remaining part was knotted into a ball inside her body. My wife gripped the snake's head with both hands, and without hesitation, pulled the entire snake out with a burst of strength. I watched as my wife's vagina instantly expanded into a fleshy hole larger than a fist, then quickly closed, convulsing repeatedly. My wife had another climax. Looking at the snake my wife had pulled out, its body was over a meter long, and the thickest part in the middle was thicker than an adult's wrist. My wife rested on the floor for a while, then stood up, carrying the long snake she had just pulled out. She slowly walked to the kitchen, naked, and began to process it with a knife. After processing the snake, she cut it into 5-centimeter-long pieces. Each time she cut a piece, she stuffed it back into her vagina. Watching her insert the snake meat into her own vagina, my penis became intensely engorged. Slowly, the snake, which she had just pulled out, returned to her vagina after her processing. Once all the snake pieces were inside, she used her fingers to push them deeper. Then she opened the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, took out a 100ml syringe, and a bowl. She added half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar, two spoonfuls of flour, and the juice from a clove of garlic. She filled the syringe with the prepared yellow sauce, inserted the syringe tip into her vagina, and injected the 100ml sauce. There was still a little bit of liquid left in the bowl. My wife sucked up one and a half vials and injected it all into her genitals. After injecting the last half vial into her vagina, she pressed the syringe head into her vagina and slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the vaginal opening. Then she went to the living room, found some tape, and sealed her vagina shut. After that, my wife sat in the living room, massaging her lower abdomen to ensure the snake meat was evenly soaked, while watching TV. "Honey, the food is ready, come and eat."
My wife's voice came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming." I replied, quickly fast-forwarding through a few segments of the video. An hour and a half later, my wife finally tore off the tape stuck to her genitals, turned off the monitor, and came to the living room. Seeing my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come eat, I was overwhelmed with emotion. "Honey, let's eat." Looking at the snake pieces on the table, my wife and I sat down together. Of course, hehe. I had originally planned to see my wife before getting a good night's sleep, but it seems I won't be seeing her. Now I can only go to sleep. But it's such a waste to use a day off for sleeping; it's too extravagant. No, I can't encourage this wasteful lifestyle. I need to make good use of my time. I went back to the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. The wardrobe takes up one wall; my clothes are on the left, and my wife's clothes are on the right. As I picked out my clothes, I kept glancing at my wife's, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if she were home. I'd first make her weak in the knees and soak her pants, but as for sex? There wasn't enough time, so I had to give up. "Huh…" Looking around, I noticed something was wrong. Not a single piece of my wife's underwear was missing. Although we've only been married for a little over two years, I know my wife's clothes very well. Looking at the colorful underwear next to her, I started counting, "One, two, three, four, five, six…"
Seven. "Just now, seven exactly. These are all of my wife's underwear, neatly arranged in the closet. Since she's not home, what underwear did she wear? Perhaps she wasn't wearing any underwear at all? This is different from the pure and kind wife I remember. She's usually very conservative in this regard, never allowing oral or anal sex, and only occasionally willing to wear sexy lingerie. Looking further down, there's a row of her panties. A quick scan confirms it; all her panties are there. However, one pair of stockings is missing—a black bodysuit. And the other missing garment is a pink pantyhose." The dress, a gown, only had fabric above the bust; above the bust, there was only a thin ribbon tied at the back of the neck, revealing the shoulders, the upper chest, and part of the breasts. However, given my wife's bust size, even if the dress only revealed a small portion, it would still expose half of her breasts, barely covering the areolas, and a small part of her buttocks would be visible. My wife had only worn this dress once before, on my birthday, and hadn't worn it again. Why would she wear this today? A series of questions filled my mind. Had my wife bought a new set of underwear? The only reasonable explanation is this one item. As for the pink dress, my wife must have thrown it in the trash. With a pang of regret, I went to the trash can, wanting to see my dress one last time. Huh? I searched all the trash cans in the house; every single one had trash, but the dress I wanted to see wasn't there. Did my wife take it out separately to throw it away? If so, she must really hate that dress. There's no reason for that. However, with a lingering doubt, I picked up my phone and made a call. I ordered six high-definition pinhole cameras: two in the bedroom, two in the bathroom, and the last two in the living room. After installation... So I turned on the webcam, left home alone, went to an internet cafe, and played games there until almost closing time before returning home. "Honey, I'm home," I called out as usual when I got home. "Honey's home? Dinner's almost ready. Try my crispy snake slices later, see how they taste. It took me all day to make these garlic-flavored braised snake slices, humph." I glanced at my wife; she was busy in the kitchen as usual, wearing her usual casual clothes. I could even see her black underwear through her clothes. I clearly remembered that her underwear was still neatly lying in the closet this morning. While my wife was busy in the kitchen, I went to the computer in the bedroom, turned it on, and watched the footage from the five webcams I had left at home that day. The footage begins when I leave home. After I leave, the camera remains still, constantly fast-forwarding until 2 PM, a few hours after I left—about three hours ago—when my wife returned. She was wearing the same pink mini-skirt and smooth black stockings. She swayed her hips as she entered the bathroom. The pink skirt rode up slightly with her movements, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear, which I immediately noticed. After she entered the bathroom, I switched to the bathroom camera. In the footage, my wife walked towards the bathtub, removing her clothes as she went. When she reached the tub, she was completely naked, the black stockings slipping from her fingers. I switched to another camera in the bathroom, facing the bathtub. I saw a strip of yellow tape, about four fingers wide, completely covering her vulva. My wife lay down in the tub and started running water, simultaneously rubbing her clitoris. As the water level rose, my wife's rubbing between her legs quickened. Finally, just as the tub was about to fill, she suddenly ripped off the tape from her genitals, her body arching as she raised her trembling lower body higher and higher. I knew she had orgasmed. After her orgasm, she lay in the bathtub for a while, then reached down to her genitals again. Her fingers probed inside her vagina, as if trying to dig something out. Suddenly, a black object emerged from her vagina. Upon closer inspection, it was a black snake's head! I instantly thought of the dinner my wife was making: crispy snake pieces. My wife grabbed the snake's head, trying to pull it out forcefully, but the snake inside her was already knotted. As the snake was slowly pulled out, her vagina widened further and further. Part of the snake's body had been pulled out, the remaining part knotted into a ball inside my wife's body. My wife gripped the snake's head with both hands, and without hesitation, pulled the entire snake out with a burst of strength. I watched as my wife's vagina instantly expanded into a fleshy hole larger than a fist, then quickly closed, convulsing repeatedly. My wife had another orgasm. Looking at the snake my wife had pulled out, its body was over a meter long, the thickest part of it thicker than an adult's wrist. My wife rested on the ground for a while, then stood up, carrying the long snake she had just pulled out, and slowly walked to the kitchen. Naked, she picked up a knife and began to process the snake. After processing the snake, she cut it into 5-centimeter-long pieces. Each time she cut a piece, she stuffed it back into her vagina. Watching my wife insert pieces of snake meat into her own vagina, my penis became intensely engorged. Slowly, the snake that my wife had just pulled out of her vagina, after being processed by her, returned to her vagina. After all the snake segments were inserted into his wife's vagina, she used her fingers to push the snake segments deeper into her vagina. Then she opened the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, took out a 100ml syringe, and then a bowl. She added half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar, and two spoonfuls of flour, and juiced a clove of garlic. She filled the syringe with the prepared yellow sauce, inserted the syringe tip into her vagina, and injected 100ml of the sauce. There was still a little bit of liquid left in the bowl, so she drew another half syringe and injected it into her vagina. After injecting the last half syringe of liquid, she pressed the syringe tip into her vagina and slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the vaginal opening. Then she went to the living room, found some tape, and sealed her vagina shut. Afterward, she sat in the living room, massaging her lower abdomen to ensure the snake meat was evenly soaked, while watching TV. "Honey, the food's ready, come eat!" My wife's voice came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming," I replied, quickly fast-forwarding through a few clips. In the video, an hour and a half later, my wife finally peeled off the tape stuck to her genitals. I turned off the security camera and went to the living room. Seeing my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come eat, I was overwhelmed with emotion. "Honey, let's eat." Looking at the dishes on the table, my wife and I sat down together. The dress she was wearing was a pink, fitted dress. The dress only had fabric above the chest, with a thin ribbon tied around her neck, revealing her shoulders, the area above her chest, and part of her breasts. However, given the size of my wife's chest, even if the dress only revealed a small portion, it would still expose half of her breasts, barely covering her areolas, and also revealing a small part of her buttocks. My wife had only worn this dress once before, on my birthday, and had never worn it again. Why would my wife wear this dress today? A series of questions flooded my mind. Had my wife bought another new pair of underwear? That seemed like the only plausible explanation. As for the pink dress, she must have thrown it in the trash. With a pang of regret, I went to the trash can, wanting to catch one last look at my dress. Wait, I searched every trash can in the house. Every single one was full of trash, but the dress I was looking for wasn't there. Had my wife taken it out separately to throw it away? If so, she must really hate that dress. It didn't make sense. However, still harboring a lingering doubt, I picked up my phone and made a call. I ordered six high-definition pinhole cameras: two in the bedroom, two in the bathroom, and the last two in the living room. After installation, I turned on the cameras, left home alone, and went to an internet cafe. I spent the whole time there playing games until almost closing time before returning home. "Honey, I'm home." As I returned, I called out as usual. "Honey's home? Dinner'll be ready soon. Try my crispy snake pieces later; I spent all day making these garlic-flavored snake pieces, humph." I glanced at my wife; she was busy in the kitchen as usual, wearing her usual casual clothes. Through the clothes, I could even see her black underwear. I clearly remembered that her underwear was neatly lying in the closet this morning. While my wife was busy in the kitchen, I went to the computer in the bedroom, turned it on, and watched the footage from the five webcams I'd left at home. The footage started from when I left, and remained frozen after I left, repeatedly pressing...Fast forward to 2 PM, a few hours after I left, which is a little over three hours ago. My wife returned, wearing the same pink mini-skirt and smooth black stockings. She swayed her hips as she entered the bathroom. The pink skirt rode up slightly with her movements, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear—I noticed immediately. After she entered the bathroom, I switched to the bathroom camera. In the footage, she walked towards the bathtub, removing her clothes. By the time she reached the tub, she was completely naked, the black stockings slipping from her fingers. I switched to another camera in the bathroom, facing the bathtub. I saw a strip of yellow tape, about four fingers wide, completely covering her vulva. She lay down in the tub and started running water, simultaneously rubbing her clitoris. As the water level rose higher and higher, my wife's rubbing between her legs quickened. Finally, just as the tub was about to fill, she suddenly ripped off the tape from her genitals, her body arching as she raised her trembling lower body higher and higher. I knew she had orgasmed. After her orgasm, my wife lay in the bathtub for a while, then reached down to her genitals again. Her fingers probed inside her vagina, as if trying to dig something out. Suddenly, a black object emerged from her vagina. Upon closer inspection, it was a black snake's head! I instantly thought of the dinner my wife was making: crispy snake pieces. My wife grabbed the snake's head, trying hard to pull it out, but the snake inside her was already knotted. As the snake was slowly pulled out, my wife's vagina widened further and further. Part of the snake's body had been pulled out, the remaining part knotted into a ball inside my wife's body. My wife gripped the snake's head with both hands, and without hesitation, pulled the entire snake out with a burst of strength. I watched as my wife's vagina instantly expanded into a fleshy hole larger than a fist, then quickly closed, convulsing repeatedly. My wife had another orgasm. Looking at the snake my wife had pulled out, its body was over a meter long, and the thickest part in the middle was thicker than an adult's wrist. My wife rested on the ground for a while, then stood up, carrying the long snake she had just pulled out, and slowly walked to the kitchen. Naked, she picked up a knife and began to process the snake. After processing it, my wife cut it into 5-centimeter-long pieces. Each time she cut a piece, she stuffed it back into her vagina. Watching my wife insert pieces of snake meat into her own vagina, my penis became intensely engorged. Slowly, the snake that my wife had just pulled out of her vagina, after being processed by her, returned to her vagina. After all the snake segments were inserted into his wife's vagina, she used her fingers to push the snake segments deeper into her vagina. Then she opened the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, took out a 100ml syringe, and then a bowl. She added half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar, and two spoonfuls of flour, and juiced a clove of garlic. She filled the syringe with the prepared yellow sauce, inserted the syringe tip into her vagina, and injected 100ml of the sauce. There was still a little bit of liquid left in the bowl, so she drew another half syringe and injected it into her vagina. After injecting the last half syringe of liquid, she pressed the syringe tip into her vagina and slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the vaginal opening. Then she went to the living room, found some tape, and sealed her vagina shut. Afterward, she sat in the living room, massaging her lower abdomen to ensure the snake meat was evenly soaked, while watching TV. "Honey, the food's ready, come eat!" My wife's voice came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming," I replied, quickly fast-forwarding a few segments of the video. An hour and a half later, my wife finally peeled off the tape stuck to her genitals. I turned off the security camera and went to the living room. Seeing my wife looking at me with loving eyes, waiting for me to come eat, I was overwhelmed with emotion. "Honey, let's eat." Looking at the snake pieces on the table, my wife and I sat down together. "Honey, I'm home." Back home, I called out as usual. "Honey's home? Dinner's almost ready. Try my crispy snake pieces later, see how they taste. Making these garlic-flavored, boneless snake pieces took me all day, humph." I glanced at my wife; she was busy in the kitchen as usual, wearing her usual casual clothes. Through her clothes, I could even see her black underwear. I clearly remembered that this morning, her underwear was still neatly lying in the closet. My wife was busy in the kitchen alone, while I came alone. I went to the computer in the bedroom, turned it on, and watched the footage from the five webcams I'd left at home that day. The footage started when I left, and remained frozen after I left. I kept fast-forwarding until 2 PM, a few hours after I left, which was about three hours ago, when my wife returned. She was wearing that pink mini-skirt and smooth black stockings. My wife swayed her hips as she walked into the bathroom. The pink skirt rode up slightly because of her swaying, and I could tell she wasn't wearing underwear. My wife went into the bathroom, and I... I switched to the bathroom camera. In the footage, the wife was taking off her clothes as she walked towards the bathtub. When she reached the tub, she was completely naked, her black stockings slipping from her fingers. I switched to another camera in the bathroom, directly opposite the bathtub. I saw a strip of yellow tape, about four fingers wide, completely covering her vulva. The wife lay in the tub and started filling it with water, simultaneously rubbing her clitoris. As the water filled the tub, the rubbing speed increased. Finally, just as it was about full, she abruptly ripped off the tape. My wife's body tensed into an arch, her trembling lower body rising higher and higher. I knew she had orgasmed. After her orgasm, she lay in the bathtub for a while, then reached down to her lower body again. Her fingers were probing inside her vagina, as if trying to dig something out. Suddenly, a black object emerged from her vagina. Upon closer inspection, it was a black snake's head! I instantly thought of the dinner my wife was making: crispy snake pieces. My wife grabbed the snake's head, trying hard to pull it out, but the snake inside her was already knotted. As the snake was slowly pulled out, her vagina widened... It was getting bigger and bigger. Part of the snake's body had already been pulled out, and the remaining part was knotted into a ball inside my wife's body. My wife gripped the snake's head with both hands, and without hesitation, she pulled the entire snake out with a burst of strength. I watched as my wife's vagina instantly expanded into a fleshy hole larger than a fist, then quickly closed, convulsing repeatedly. My wife had another orgasm. Looking at the snake my wife had pulled out, its body was over a meter long, and the thickest part in the middle was thicker than an adult's wrist. My wife lay on the ground to rest for a while, then stood up, holding the long snake she had just pulled out, and slowly walked step by step to... I went into the kitchen, naked, and picked up a knife to start processing the snake. After cleaning it, my wife cut it into 5-centimeter-long pieces. Each time she cut a piece, she would put it back into her vagina. Watching her insert the snake meat into her own vagina, my penis became incredibly engorged. Slowly, the snake, which my wife had just pulled out of her vagina, was reinserted after her processing. Once all the snake pieces were inside, my wife used her fingers to push them deeper, then opened the refrigerator... From the bottom, she took out a 100ml syringe, then a bowl, added half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar, and two spoonfuls of flour, and then juiced a clove of garlic and poured it in. The wife filled the syringe with the prepared yellow sauce, inserted the syringe tip into her vagina, and injected 100ml of the sauce. There was still a little bit of sauce left in the bowl, so she drew another half syringe and injected it all into her vagina. After injecting the last half syringe of sauce into her vagina, she pressed the syringe tip into her vagina and slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only a white part exposed. The tail was stuck at the entrance of her vagina, and then my wife went to the living room and found some tape to seal her vagina. Afterwards, she sat in the living room, rubbing her lower abdomen to soak the snake meat evenly while watching TV. "Honey, the food's ready, come and eat," my wife's voice came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming," I replied. I quickly fast-forwarded through a few scenes. An hour and a half later, my wife finally tore off the tape stuck to her genitals, turned off the monitor, and walked into the living room. Seeing my wife looking at me with loving eyes, waiting for me to come eat, I was overwhelmed with emotion. "Honey, let's eat." Looking at the snake segment on the table, my wife and I sat down together. I saw it: a strip of yellow tape, about four fingers wide, completely covered her vagina. My wife lay in the bathtub and started running water, while simultaneously rubbing her clitoris. As the water level rose, the wife rubbed between her legs faster and faster. Finally, just as the vulva was about to overflow, she suddenly ripped off the tape covering her genitals, her body tensing up.My wife arched her back, raising her trembling lower body higher and higher. I knew she had orgasmed. After her orgasm, she lay in the bathtub for a while, then reached down to her lower body again. Her fingers were probing inside her vagina, as if trying to dig something out. Suddenly, a black object emerged from her vagina. Upon closer inspection, it was a black snake's head! I instantly thought of the dinner my wife was making: crispy snake pieces. My wife grabbed the snake's head, trying hard to pull it out, but the snake inside her body was already knotted. As the snake was pulled out little by little, her vagina expanded wider and wider. Part of the snake's body had already been pulled out, and the remaining part was knotted into a ball inside her body. My wife held the snake's head with both hands, and without hesitation, she pulled out the entire snake's body in an instant. I watched as my wife's vagina instantly expanded into a fleshy hole larger than a fist, then quickly closed, convulsing continuously. My wife had orgasmed again. Looking at the snake my wife had pulled out, its body was over a meter long, and the thickest part in the middle was thicker than an adult's wrist. My wife rested on the floor for a while, then stood up, carrying the long snake she had just pulled out. She slowly walked to the kitchen, naked, and began to process it with a knife. After processing the snake, she cut it into 5-centimeter-long pieces. Each time she cut a piece, she stuffed it back into her vagina. Watching her insert the snake meat into her own vagina, my penis became intensely engorged. Slowly, the snake, which she had just pulled out, returned to her vagina after her processing. Once all the snake pieces were inside, she used her fingers to push them deeper. Then she opened the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, took out a 100ml syringe, and a bowl. She added half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar, two spoonfuls of flour, and the juice from a clove of garlic. She filled the syringe with the prepared yellow sauce, inserted the syringe tip into her vagina, and injected the 100ml sauce. There was still a little bit of liquid left in the bowl. My wife sucked up one and a half vials and injected it all into her genitals. After injecting the last half vial into her vagina, she pressed the syringe head into her vagina and slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the vaginal opening. Then she went to the living room, found some tape, and sealed her vagina shut. After that, my wife sat in the living room, massaging her lower abdomen to soak the snake meat evenly while watching TV. "Honey, the food is ready, come and eat." My wife's voice came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming." I replied and quickly fast-forwarded a few segments of the video. An hour and a half later, my wife finally tore off the tape stuck to her genitals. I turned off the monitor, went to the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come eat. My feelings were indescribable. "Honey, let's eat." Looking at the snake pieces on the table, my wife and I sat down together. Naked, I picked up a knife and began to process the snake. After cleaning the snake, my wife cut it into 5-centimeter-long pieces. Each time she cut a piece, she would stuff it back into her vagina. Watching her insert the snake meat into her own vagina made my penis throb with blood. Slowly, the snake, which she had just pulled out of her vagina, returned to her vagina after her treatment. Once all the snake pieces were inside, she used her fingers to push them deeper. Then she opened the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, took out a 100ml syringe, and a bowl. She added half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar, two spoonfuls of flour, and the juice from a clove of garlic. She filled the syringe with the prepared yellow sauce, inserted the syringe tip into her vagina, and injected the 100ml sauce. There was still a little bit of liquid left in the bowl. My wife sucked up one and a half vials and injected it all into her genitals. After injecting the last half vial into her vagina, she pressed the syringe head into her vagina and slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the vaginal opening. Then she went to the living room, found some tape, and sealed her vagina shut. After that, my wife sat in the living room, massaging her lower abdomen to soak the snake meat evenly while watching TV. "Honey, the food is ready, come and eat." My wife's voice came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming." I replied, quickly fast-forwarding through a few scenes. In the video, an hour and a half later, my wife finally peeled off the tape stuck to her genitals. I turned off the monitor, went to the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come eat. My feelings were indescribable. "Honey, let's eat." Looking at the snake pieces on the table, my wife and I sat down together. "I responded and quickly fast-forwarded through a few segments of the video. An hour and a half later, my wife finally peeled off the tape stuck to her genitals. I turned off the monitor, went to the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come and eat. I was overwhelmed with emotion."After the last half-tube of fluid was injected into his wife's vagina, she pressed the syringe head, which was already inserted into her vagina, and slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the vaginal opening. Then, she went to the living room, found some tape, and sealed her vagina shut. Afterward, she sat in the living room, massaging her lower abdomen to ensure the snake meat was evenly soaked, while watching TV. "Honey, the food's ready, come eat!" her voice came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming," I replied. I quickly fast-forwarded through a few scenes; an hour and a half later, my wife finally removed the tape from her vagina. I turned off the security camera, went to the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with loving eyes, waiting for me to come eat. My feelings were indescribable. "Wife, let's eat." Looking at the snake pieces on the table, my wife and I sat down together. "I responded and quickly fast-forwarded through a few segments of the video. An hour and a half later, my wife finally peeled off the tape stuck to her genitals. I turned off the monitor, went to the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come and eat. I was overwhelmed with emotion."After the last half-tube of fluid was injected into his wife's vagina, she pressed the syringe head, which was already inserted into her vagina, and slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the vaginal opening. Then, she went to the living room, found some tape, and sealed her vagina shut. Afterward, she sat in the living room, massaging her lower abdomen to ensure the snake meat was evenly soaked, while watching TV. "Honey, the food's ready, come eat!" her voice came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming," I replied. I quickly fast-forwarded through a few scenes; an hour and a half later, my wife finally removed the tape from her vagina. I turned off the security camera, went to the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with loving eyes, waiting for me to come eat. My feelings were indescribable. "Wife, let's eat." Looking at the snake pieces on the table, my wife and I sat down together. "I responded and quickly fast-forwarded through a few segments of the video. An hour and a half later, my wife finally peeled off the tape stuck to her genitals. I turned off the monitor, went to the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come and eat. I was overwhelmed with emotion."
Honey, let's eat. (Looking at the snake pieces on the table, my wife and I sat down.
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