My wife's behavior made me realize how young I am.

When my wife first got together with me, she was already a woman with very high sexual skills. It was precisely because she always served me so well that what should have been just a physical experience lasted so long, and I even slowly developed feelings for her, turning us into a real couple.
When I imitated Bai, using a few fingers to pinch my wife's labia and rub her genitals, she quickly mastered my rhythm and began to move her body in response. Having done it so many times with my wife, I was already used to this physical harmony.
But watching my wife naturally respond to my movements, reliving the most memorable orgasm her ex-boyfriend had ever experienced with me, moaning and writhing passionately, I suddenly felt incredibly conflicted. Especially since, I don't know if I was being too sensitive and imagining things, I seemed to hear my wife panting and moaning while softly calling Bai's name. I suddenly felt that my wife's body wasn't responding to me, but to a man who wasn't even present.
I was conflicted at that moment, not knowing why I was doing this, and even regretting why I had personally made my wife recall the wonderful things Bai had given her. I suddenly realized that the deep attachment my wife had once expressed hadn't disappeared; it was hidden deep within her body and soul. And this attachment wasn't just spiritual, but also, and perhaps more so, physical. My simple imitation seemed to awaken that attachment within her. I couldn't help but worry—worry that she might rekindle her old flame, worry that one day she might turn back.
But I didn't stop. Looking at her passionate expression, I suddenly felt that she was completely different from how she was when we made love before. My wife is a woman who deeply enjoys the physical pleasure of sex. It seems that no matter what upsets her, she can forget it all when she's being penetrated, completely immersing herself in the enjoyment of physical pleasure. My wife is very skilled; she knows how to arouse a man's desire, using various techniques to tease him. She can always use her tongue, fingers, toes, and even every part of her body to quickly arouse a man. Especially when she teases me, her eyes become sexy and dreamy, and combined with the stimulation from her body, it's incredibly arousing.
Previously, my wife's actions were mostly aimed at getting me an erection and penetrating her, and I've always been used to and enjoyed the process. But this time, my wife was completely different. I felt that when I used the same techniques to stimulate her, mimicking Bai's descriptions, especially when I mentioned Bai's words to her, "Do you remember this feeling?", she suddenly transformed from a mercenary seeking penetration into someone enjoying the process. I could clearly sense that she was completely immersed and enjoying herself, a feeling completely different from when we usually had sex. Her gentle swaying body, the way her labia slid under my fingertips, the constant flow of vaginal fluid, her tightly closed eyes, and her slightly parted lips all proved that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
I could understand that this change in my wife was entirely because I reminded her of Bai. What she was enjoying wasn't my stimulation, but rather the sensory memories Bai had given her. Or perhaps, with her eyes closed, she was already fantasizing about being with Bai in her mind, and she was currently enjoying the pleasure of foreplay with him.
But so what? Although there was a pang of sadness, I found myself completely accepting this state. I even found myself genuinely enjoying the look of immersion and enjoyment on my wife's face. I felt a greater thrill than when she skillfully teased every sensitive spot on my body. I don't know if my excitement stemmed from feeling sorry for my wife's past hardships and being happy to see her so absorbed and enjoying it, or something else entirely. In any case, I found myself loving this feeling. I loved the experiences and feelings she shared, and I loved the way she was lost in memories or fantasies. Suddenly, I felt incredibly proud and honored with my actions, though there was also a hint of shame. I felt like I was a truly wonderful boyfriend. And then I suddenly realized that if my wife could immerse herself in this experience every time she told me about her past, she would definitely enjoy the game even more. I felt I absolutely had to marry this "second-hand" woman; my life would be so sexually fulfilling. So, at that moment, I didn't think about anything else. I wanted to bring my wife to orgasm, even though she was enjoying the orgasm given to her by another man, and I didn't care. Watching my wife's entranced and excited expression, and recalling the lingering and profound affection she showed during our conversation, I vowed to love her dearly and never let her leave me.
Her reactions grew stronger, and she was on the verge of climax. Her ecstatic moans and barely audible calls were too much for me to handle; my mind was completely consumed by desire.
I withdrew my fingers, now wet with her juices, and climbed onto her body. My penis slid effortlessly through her already overflowing vagina. I began to thrust rapidly, enjoying the embrace of her body while she reveled in the stimulation from another. This sensation drove me insane.
To my surprise, although my wife was still cooperating with my thrusting, I could clearly sense from her expression that her excitement weakened as I removed my fingers from her body. My wife never fakes orgasms; all her expressions during sex are genuine. So, I easily noticed these changes. I had assumed that by thrusting into my excited wife like this, she would experience pleasure and a strong orgasm, just like always. But this time, her orgasm seemed to abruptly stop with my penetration. I suddenly realized that this time was different from usual. Her orgasm this time definitely didn't require the usual simple penetration, but rather penetration that kept her immersed in fantasies and memories. My penetration was definitely very different from Bai's, causing my wife to "break out of the scene." What could that be? I felt particularly regretful. I really should have continued to use my hand to bring my wife to orgasm, after all, that's what she described, and my fingers had indeed immersed her in memories and fantasies with Bai. I had initially thought that since my wife enjoyed being penetrated so much, being penetrated in such an excited state would be incredibly stimulating, perhaps even leading her to fantasize about being penetrated by Bai—a feeling she would surely look forward to and cherish.
However, my penetration abruptly pulled my wife back to reality from the brink of orgasm. Why? I suddenly remembered my wife saying that Bai's penis was much longer than mine, but she had also said mine was thicker than Bai's, and that being penetrated by a thicker penis felt more comfortable. I suddenly realized that this was probably a "white lie" told to protect my feelings, while my wife, suddenly pulled out of the reverie by my penetration, had clearly shown me through her actions that Bai had a much larger and thicker penis than mine.
Thinking about how my wife had been reminiscing about Bai just now, I was about to explode. Of course, the man my wife longed for and enjoyed so much must be a man far superior to me. My wife's enjoyment of being penetrated must be because she had always found it very pleasurable.
Thinking about how my wife had been fucked by a much bigger and longer penis than mine for so many years, I completely lost control of my urge to ejaculate. At the last moment, I pulled out my penis and started ejaculating on my wife's stomach. I was so excited that I ejaculated many times with great force. Later, I found that I had ejaculated all over the pillow, the wall by the bed, my wife's chest, neck, and hair. I never knew I could ejaculate so much and so far.
After I finished, I held my wife and lay quietly for a while. I could clearly feel that my wife's mood had started to turn to disappointment. I actually regretted it a little. I felt that I should have let my wife relive those memories with her fingertips a little more. After all, fingers are probably the only organ I can still compare to white ones.

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