My wife came home for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

My wife promised to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my family. On the 19th, she went to my uncle's house in Qiqihar to spend the festival with his children and parents. On the 21st, she drove back to my parents' house for the festival. Since my wife and my uncle got married, she has mostly spent holidays at my uncle's house. I covered for her, telling my parents she went to her parents' house, and my in-laws she went to my parents' house, when in fact she was at my uncle's mother-in-law's house. I told my parents she went to her parents' home to be with them, and she only came to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my parents on the day itself. My wife arrived at my parents' house before noon. My wife has always been very virtuous and capable at home, busy helping my mother cook and clean the house. Seeing this made me very happy, it showed that my wife still loves this family. After lunch, I took my wife out for a walk, jokingly telling her to change into something nice, not to dress so plainly. My mother scolded me for that. My wife wore a white, tight-fitting blouse and a black pencil skirt, underneath which she wore a red lace bra with a push-up design and low-waisted, semi-transparent red lace panties, making her breasts appear round and large. She wore black stockings and black high-heeled sandals, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, exuding the mature fullness characteristic of a married woman. My wife's outfit leaned towards a mature style. She's the kind of person who looks much younger than her age, usually paying attention to her image and being quite fashionable; she'd be indistinguishable from others in their late twenties. She's now more beautiful and charming than when she was a young girl, appearing both noble and alluring. Who would know that beneath her elegant, quiet, and virtuous exterior lies a wanton and promiscuous side? My wife used to be an absolutely traditional and upright woman, but now her attitude towards sex is quite casual and unrestrained, meaning she has virtually no boundaries. My wife is beautiful and sexy, with snow-white skin. Her most alluring feature is undoubtedly her pair of full, large breasts, which would make any man's mind wander. She also knows how to use these advantages to her advantage, maneuvering among men. Perhaps it's her nature to crave novelty and excitement; she's a woman with a strong sex drive, but on the surface, she's a very shy and virtuous woman. I think there must be many women in this world like my wife—seemingly dignified and aloof on the surface, but actually quite secretly passionate. I always thought my wife was a traditional, respectable woman, incapable of having extramarital affairs or one-night stands, but I never imagined she could be so unrestrained.
After shopping for a while, we went to a fast-food restaurant for lunch. Because it was crowded, my wife and I couldn't sit at the same table. Suddenly, my wife texted me saying that there was a young man in casual clothes staring at her across from her. I glanced across the table and indeed there was a young man. I texted my wife, "It's normal for people to stare at you because you're beautiful and dressed sexily." My wife replied with "Get lost." We'd almost finished eating, so I got up to use the restroom. When I returned, I was surprised to find the young man sitting next to my wife, chatting with her. Apparently, while I was in the restroom, he'd successfully flirted with her. I went back to my seat, and the two continued chatting while I scrolled through my phone. About ten minutes later, my wife texted me, "Honey, that handsome guy invited me to a bar. You should go home first and remember to explain to Mom and Dad." I replied that I should go home early. The two of them got up and left the restaurant, my wife naturally linking arms with the handsome guy, like a couple. I was worried, so I followed them out. We arrived at a nearby bar, and the handsome guy ordered a drink at the bar and found a seat close to the stage. I also ordered a drink and sat down behind my wife. The bar was dimly lit and quiet. I texted my wife, "I saw you behind me," and she replied with a smiley face. My wife and I pretended to be complete strangers. She kept glancing at me, and when our eyes met, she gave me a seductive smile. She unbuttoned her collar, revealing her ample breasts.
After a gentle melody, a high-energy dance tune began. My wife downed her drink and slowly walked onto the dance floor. A handsome man followed her, and they began to dance wildly together. At first, it was just gentle movements, but gradually they loosened up. My wife pressed her lower body against him, her arms wrapped around him, bouncing back and forth, her breasts swaying with each movement. As they danced, the man moved behind my wife, dancing wildly, his lower body pressed against her ample buttocks. My wife felt a large bulge in his crotch. She turned and smiled at the man behind her, glancing at his crotch, then pressed her buttocks against it, rubbing against him. During this close dance, she felt his crotch pressing against her vulva, which naturally pressed up because her skirt was short. The man wrapped his arms around his wife's slender waist from behind. She leaned her head back on his shoulder, exhaling. Because of the low neckline, her breasts were almost entirely exposed. The handsome man's hands climbed onto her breasts, caressing and kneading them, arousing her desire. The music was still upbeat, and the wife danced energetically. Perhaps because of the alcohol, she was particularly uninhibited, wildly twisting her body in the middle of the dance floor, actively rubbing against the handsome man. Sometimes she would thrust her ample hips against his, turning her head to give him a seductive smile. Other times she would twist back and forth, facing him, their hips pressed tightly together, as if they were making love, their private parts separated only by a few layers of fabric. Suddenly, the wife placed one hand on the handsome man, smiled slightly, raised her long, beautiful leg, pressed her hips against his, and slid down towards his waist. One hand stroked her neck and gradually moved down to her chest. The posture was extremely lewd. Her head was tilted back, and she smiled lasciviously, her face full of satisfaction.
Soon the music ended and changed. Perhaps a little tired, he pulled his wife off the dance floor to rest. His wife, surprisingly, came down with the handsome stranger, her face still flushed, whether from alcohol or something else, I couldn't tell. Perhaps sensing my gaze, she looked in my direction, slightly raising her chin. She let her hair fall straight down, licked her lips, and her slender hand slowly slid down her neck to her chest, gently tugging at her already revealing top. Suddenly, the man whispered in her ear that he was taking her to the restroom. His wife giggled a few times, then nodded, leaving me somewhat bewildered. The man then took her hand and helped her up. His wife turned back to look at me, giving me a seductive, wanton smile, and followed him in one direction—to the restroom. I knew that bar restrooms were often places for sex. As we passed, we heard moans and gasps, which made his wife almost unable to hold back any longer. Suddenly, he turned around and hugged his wife, startling her into an instinctive struggle. He cleverly found her lips and kissed them, slipping his tongue inside. His wife was already aroused and disoriented, letting out a soft moan. He was truly skilled, kissing her from her neck to her earlobe, then slowly moving down to her erect nipples. His wife couldn't help but reach towards his lower body, discovering he had already pulled down his pants, holding a huge penis—larger than any she had ever touched. She naturally and actively began to stroke it. She no longer cared about anything else, only wanting his penis to fill her vagina, to fill her emptiness. The handsome man lifted his wife's tight skirt to her waist, inserting his entire penis into her vagina, giving her a wave of pleasure. He thrust forcefully, and his wife was now wildly immersed in the act. He held her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting his penis to penetrate even deeper. Seeing her so wanton, he thrust faster and harder, each thrust reaching deep into her uterus. His wife was ecstatic, clinging tightly to him, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her sexy buttocks were thrust back forcefully, her hands gripping the wall, her long hair swaying beneath her head, her full breasts appearing even larger. One long leg was slightly parted to the side, and on the other leg, a small red, transparent lace panty draped. The stockinged leg with the panty draped stood flat on the tile, the other foot barely touching the ground with the tip of its shoe. The handsome man's hands were on his wife's waist, his penis thrusting in and out of her round buttocks, creating a continuous, wet sound. The handsome man's mouth was half-open, breathing heavily. His wife's cries were weak, yet clearly contained uncontrollable moans. Each time the handsome man thrust forcefully, his wife's legs trembled involuntarily. The handsome man stopped, his penis throbbing twice inside his wife's vagina, almost ejaculating. He held his wife's buttocks, panting heavily, patted her buttocks, and moved towards the sink with her buttocks in his arms. His wife had no choice but to stick her buttocks out, and the two of them, still connected at the waist, slowly moved to the front of the sink. His wife held onto the sink counter with both hands, and her flushed, wanton face was reflected in the mirror in front of her. Her full breasts were being rubbed by the handsome man's hands. Watching the man fuck her from behind, the wife shifted her hips, adjusting the angle. Her slippery vagina moved back and forth, gripping the handsome man's penis. She smiled seductively at the handsome man in the mirror. Seeing her wanton appearance, the handsome man thrust in hard, a barrage of thrusts like a bombardment. The wife's entire body collapsed onto the sink, her breasts falling into the water. She accidentally touched the faucet, a stream of water hitting one of her tender nipples. With the handsome man's penis thrusting wildly, the wife trembled uncontrollably, her toes rising, her legs straight and calf muscles taut. Her vagina began to contract rhythmically. The handsome man clearly felt the pressure from the constant contractions of her wet, slippery vagina. With each thrust, streams of semen gushed out…
When he pulled his penis out of his wife's body, streams of liquid mixed with milky semen flowed from her vagina, running down her thighs. His wife was still limp on the sink, her arms outstretched to the sides. The cool marble surface gradually cooled her burning body. Her soft breaths were punctuated by occasional moans. The handsome man reached behind her and grasped her breasts, lifting her up. She turned around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their naked bodies embraced again, their lips, which had kissed countless men and women, rubbing together…
She fastened her clothes, her nipples still erect, the two protruding points on her chest particularly alluring. Wet pubic hair peeked out from her thong, pulling her skirt down. But the handsome man didn't move his naked genitals. He pulled his wife over and pressed her head down with his hand. His wife looked at him seductively, slowly knelt down, and gently touched the glans with her tongue, making him feel a surge of pleasure. The wife's smile became even more seductive and wanton, and she worked even harder, licking down the glans to the testicles, taking them into her mouth and sucking incessantly, making the handsome man groan. She continued licking like she was licking ice cream, opening her mouth to take the entire glans into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her hand gripping the shaft and stroking it up and down, her tongue sweeping across the large glans repeatedly, which was truly unbearable. The handsome man's penis grew bigger and harder again, just as the old man... The wife was sucking with relish when the bathroom door opened, and a couple entered. The wife glanced back at them and continued sucking their penis. The couple went into a stall, and soon the woman's moans could be heard. The wife quickened her pace, sucking harder. Suddenly, the handsome man ejaculated, shooting a torrent into the wife's mouth. The wife rolled her eyes, looking at the handsome man seductively, a smile playing on her lips. Spurts of milky white semen shot into her mouth, overflowing. She swallowed it all, but some still spilled from her smiling lips, dripping onto the floor in a long, transparent thread, looking incredibly lewd. After swallowing the last drop and licking the spilled semen, she pulled up the handsome man's underwear, fastened his pants, and then stood up.
Time passed, and the number of people on stage gradually decreased, but my wife was still nowhere to be seen. Just as I was searching diligently, she texted me saying she had gone to a hotel with a handsome guy. I left the bar, took a taxi, and went home. When I got home, my mom asked why my wife hadn't come back with me. I told her, as we had agreed beforehand, that she had met her best friend and gone shopping and would be back later. My mom said, "Why would she go shopping on a holiday?" I said, "I met a good friend I hadn't seen in a long time." I couldn't very well say, "Your daughter-in-law went to have sex with a handsome guy." After chatting for a while, I went back to my room. Thinking about how my wife was being played by another man, I couldn't calm down. I took out my wife's closet, intending to use her stockings to relieve my urges. Inside were mostly panties and stockings, all made of lace. I picked up a pair of red panties—not the usual red, but a delicate pink—made entirely of lace trim and sheer lace. A narrow strap held them together at the waist, with only a little fabric at the bottom; the back was almost entirely a strap. I picked up another pair of panties, a completely sheer black pair. Several had hearts or other lace trim at the waistband, unlike regular thongs, they had two thin straps holding them together. There were also some demi-cup or other types of lace bras, all very thin and transparent. There was even a very thin, completely transparent white bra with two plum blossoms embroidered on the nipples, paired with panties that only had a red rose embroidered on the crotch area. Some of these lingerie had been worn, some were still unopened. Below, there were several pairs of stockings, including a black suspender stocking, clearly showing signs of wear. If a woman wears very sexy underwear, it's definitely for men. And these underwear weren't for me, of course. I rummaged through them randomly, not even knowing what I was looking for. I found some imported birth control pills my wife often takes; she doesn't like condoms. Even though she's had children, her vagina is still tight and incredibly comfortable; she still maintains her youthful beauty and figure. My wife used to be a germaphobe, but since I let her indulge in sex with other men, she's completely cured—she does oral sex, swallows semen, everything. It seems that once women are indulged, they have no resistance; they become completely obedient and compliant. My wife never tells me when she comes home after having sex outside. I don't ask either. I simply can't satisfy her wild sexual desires; I always go soft in the middle, leaving her feeling unsatisfied and miserable. As her husband, I unconditionally supported my wife's extramarital affairs. Although she was constantly meeting men and enjoying the sex, she always felt unsatisfied. Even after two or three dates a day, she was still sexually aroused when she got home. In the end, it was an older man who satisfied her sexual needs. For a while, my wife stayed with this older man, only occasionally having sex with me, before gradually resuming contact. Neither of our families knew that my wife had a man outside the marriage and had a child. We did our best to cover it up. While having other men outside the marriage might be understandable, marrying someone else and having a child while still married was bound to cause gossip and criticism, as it drastically contradicted her usual image as a virtuous wife and mother.
The only time she ever told me was that she had fallen in love with this older man. I really couldn't do anything about it; in the end, my wife went after true love. She married this older man, had a child, and is living a good life. We are still legally married, but my wife lives with the older man in real life. They are a couple in reality, and our relationship is still very good. My wife comes back regularly to satisfy my sexual needs, but I basically don't touch her; I have my own ways of satisfying my sexual desires. We're more like best friends; my wife and the older man are the real couple. My wife, being pampered by the older man, has an indescribably good complexion, becoming more and more charming and feminine. Her face radiates happiness that everyone can see. Relatives and friends all think it's my doing and envy our loving relationship. My wife has become more vain; she used to never wear makeup or perfume, but now she uses various cosmetics and has a subtle, sweet perfume scent. I know my wife still loves me. That night, I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep. I felt inexplicably lonely and thought of my wife, so I called her. She took a while to answer. I heard her voice on the other end; she didn't try to hide it, moaning as she asked what was wrong. I didn't know what to say and just listened for a while as she was being fucked before hanging up. Unexpectedly, less than half an hour later, my wife appeared in front of me. I hugged her and asked why she was back. My wife said that after all these years of marriage, she still wouldn't know if something had happened to me. I was incredibly touched and relieved. She guessed I hadn't finished with another man and rushed back. Even though we're separated and she secretly married and had a child, she still cares about me. That night, we didn't do anything, just cuddled and slept. Holding her familiar yet unfamiliar body, I quickly fell asleep, and the sleep was incredibly deep. Before I even got out of bed in the morning, her phone kept ringing. She kept ignoring it, but I had to tell her to go home. She's really busy; after all, she has a small family to take care of and also has to help some wayward men.
As soon as they entered, the handsome man embraced his wife from behind, gently hooking the door shut with his foot. His wife turned around, and he kissed her lips, passionately thrusting his tongue inside. She sucked tightly, then removed her shirt and skirt, revealing alluring black, open-crotch pantyhose. The bright red, semi-transparent panties and the surrounding white flesh made him gasp. He quickly placed her on the sofa, panting as he unbuckled his belt, his eyes still lingering on her alluring body reclining on the sofa. After stripping naked, he knelt before the sofa, his hands groping her body, unhooking her bra, and using his mouth to tease her breasts, making them bounce like rabbits. He sucked hard on her nipples, causing her to tremble with pleasure and moan. Her legs twisted and turned. The handsome man spread his wife's legs, half-squatting, half-kneeling, thrusting his erect penis between her thighs, pounding and thrusting forcefully, as if he wanted to penetrate her completely. His wife arched her back, cooperating with all her might. The handsome man used every trick in the book, thrusting up and down, deep and shallow, like an ox pulling a cart, waves of pleasure surging through her nerve endings, a tingling, exhilarating sensation. His wife, beneath him, furrowed her brows, her body trembling with each thrust, gripping his buttocks tightly. The handsome man lay on top of his wife, their navels touching, their thighs tightly entwined. His thick penis, like an iron pestle, ground against her thighs like ink being ground. His wife's body felt limp, as if her bones had been removed; she had no strength left to move. They rolled from the sofa onto the carpet. They moved from the living room to the bed, tossing and turning, their tongues entwined, conquering each other. The handsome man's hands were also busy, kneading and squeezing his wife's full, firm breasts.
He had his wife lie on her side, lifted one of her thighs, and knelt with his own legs spread, clamping one of her thighs between his. With one hand on his penis, he thrust his hips forward, and with a soft moan from his wife, his thick, fat member entered her. They changed positions several times, the handsome man pressing down on his wife's thighs, pounding hard, the sounds particularly loud. His wife's dazed eyes and expression of enjoyment were incredibly stimulating. The handsome man kissed his wife's breasts, sucking and caressing them incessantly. He kissed her neck, his hands gripping her shoulders, and the two embraced tightly, passionately kissing.
The wife wanted to take off her only clothes—stockings and underwear—but the handsome man wouldn't let her. He made her put on high-heeled sandals and lean forward onto the balcony in the bedroom. Her buttocks were sticking up, and he thrust into her from behind, pumping hard into her vagina repeatedly. The wife clung tightly to the marble railing, her disheveled hair fluttering in the wind. On the lawn not far below the hotel, several children were playing happily with a ball, their adults sitting leisurely on stone benches. If they looked up, they could see the wife leaning against the window, thrusting incessantly. The wife's eyes were slightly narrowed, her lips slightly parted, her body trembling, but because they were on the balcony, she dared not shout.
The wife adjusted her body to face the handsome man, straddling his hips. She guided his penis slowly into her, then swallowed it completely, moving her hips up and down. Her hands also played with his nipples. The handsome man wanted to kiss her, pulling her down towards him by the waist. She bent down, her lips welcoming his tongue. He began thrusting rapidly into her vagina. His hands roamed over her breasts, occasionally licking them. She moaned incessantly. Finally, he pulled her down, pressing her against him, and thrust again with rapid, forceful strokes. She moaned softly, her low groans like sighs. He thrust hard for a while, letting out a few muffled roars before stopping, his buttocks clenched, his body convulsing and trembling for several seconds. The wife clung tightly to him, her legs locked around his waist. My wife's stockings and panties were completely soaked, her pubic hair was covered in a paste-like fluid, her face was flushed, and her eyes were brimming with lust.
The large double bed was a mess; a sexy high-heeled sandal lay askew beside the bed, another black high-heeled sandal lay on the sofa in the living room, her handbag was askew on the coffee table, her white shirt was on the floor next to the sofa, and her skirt was thrown by the door. A red lace bra hung next to a water glass on the coffee table, and my husband's clothes were scattered haphazardly beside the sofa. My husband's thick penis was still inside my wife, a little semen seeping from the opening. His penis, now limp and unwilling, slipped out naturally, its surface sticky with precum. My husband still held my wife beneath him, slowly caressing her, and they shared a deep kiss for several minutes before she finally released her legs. He gently pulled her up to the bathroom to wash her while still kissing her.
The handsome man rubbed his wife's breasts, which remained full, firm, and elastic, with pink nipples even after childbirth. His wife also rubbed his soft, yielding penis, which slowly hardened. He pressed his wife's head down, and she obediently knelt on the tiles, her sexy mouth taking his penis in and sucking it. Excited, the man held his wife's head and thrust forcefully. Sometimes his wife's brows furrowed from the thrusts, sometimes she gagged, her eyes rolling back. The man realized he should slow his thrusts and no longer penetrate so deeply, but he still held her head, his hips swaying as he pushed his penis into her mouth. The trajectory of his penis could be clearly seen through her sucking cheeks, occasionally producing strands of saliva. The man made sounds of pleasure, "Ooh ooh." The handsome man made his wife kneel in front of the large bathroom mirror, one leg raised in mid-air. He entered her from behind. Looking at her reflection, her hair disheveled and face flushed, the tingling pleasure gradually made her lose herself. She lowered her head, no longer looking at her wanton reflection, focusing solely on the pleasure coursing through her body. She enjoyed this kind of quick, casual sex with a stranger. This kind of sex, requiring no emotional investment, made her feel relaxed and comfortable; she didn't have to think about anything, just focus on enjoying herself. She didn't feel like she was being taken advantage of; the hunt was mutual, and the pleasure was mutual too. Her moans grew louder, her expression one of pure enjoyment, no longer suppressing her physical pleasure. Those wanton moans were enough to make anyone else's heart itch. The handsome man, from behind, kneaded her buttocks while thrusting forcefully, making slapping sounds, waves of white, foamy fluid dripping onto the floor. The handsome man lowered his wife's legs, letting her turn around and hug him. His wife wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, leaning weakly against him. He kissed her, their tongues entwining. He stood up, holding her, and slowly walked out of the bathroom, placing her on the bed and thrusting rapidly. His penis repeatedly pulled out the tender flesh inside her vagina. Finally, he stopped, ejaculating deep into her vagina. His wife didn't like condoms, feeling she couldn't enjoy the stimulation of semen hitting her vaginal walls; she had been taking birth control pills long-term. Around
3 AM, I texted my wife asking when she would be home, but she didn't reply. I waited another half hour, and when she still hadn't responded, I called. It rang but no one answered. I was worried about my wife playing cards with a strange man, a feeling like a cat scratching at my heart. Around 4 AM, I called again, and it rang for a while before she answered.
When his wife returned from the bathroom, the handsome man got out of bed and pressed her head down. Knowing what he was going to do, she obediently knelt down and carefully licked his soft penis, feeling the hot sensation in her mouth. While performing this, she looked up at him, and soon he became hard again. She didn't let go, sucking even harder and masturbating. Her saliva dripped down his penis. The handsome man gripped her hair tightly, seemingly unable to hold back any longer. Just as her mouth was about to go numb, the phone rang. He told her to answer it. She leaned against the bed, panting, "What are you doing, calling all this time?" I said, "When are you coming back? It's been all afternoon." She said, "I'll be back in a bit, don't worry about it." "I'll call you later, ah... I can't say anymore... ahh..." A slapping sound came from the other end, followed by my wife's sobbing moans. Then the call ended. While my wife was on the phone, the handsome guy penetrated her from behind, thrusting in and out relentlessly. It was so wicked! My wife couldn't help but cry out and quickly hung up. The handsome guy pounded into my wife even more frantically, his thick penis relentlessly pounding against her vagina. My wife felt her orgasm approaching. The handsome guy pulled my wife up, and she knelt on the bed, her buttocks facing him. He pulled her hands behind her back, thrusting deeply into her body again and again. After a while, my wife got a little tired; after all, she had to control herself. He wouldn't lie down on the bed. This position reminded his wife of two dogs mating. He kept pulling his wife's hand back, forcefully thrusting into her vagina until he ejaculated. Only then could his wife lie down to rest, and the handsome man lay on top of her, panting.
His wife, steeped in traditional thinking, could never have imagined that after marriage she could have such passionate sex with another man, or even develop true love with an older man, secretly hold a wedding, form a family, and have a child. This unassuming old man, nearly 50, with dark skin, a full beard, and disheveled hair—this seemingly ordinary old man who could be his wife's father—made his wife truly... I experienced what it means to be in ecstasy, the joy of being a woman. My wife has a rather high sex drive. Although she's always hooking up with men and enjoys being with them, she always feels unsatisfied, lacking that truly satisfying feeling. Even with constantly hooking up with men, she never feels completely fulfilled. But older men can satisfy her. For a while, my wife only spent time with older men. I've always believed that what my wife calls "true love" is actually just the association of her sexual needs being met. My wife says that being with older men gives her a feeling of wanting to take care of them, which she finds particularly captivating. I can't give her that feeling; I've always been the one caring for and looking after my wife. My wife is rather timid and indecisive; her beautiful appearance and lack of assertiveness have always been her biggest problems. Seeing her radiant glow after sex, I tacitly approved of her infidelity. No matter how good my wife's figure and looks are, things will gradually become mundane over time, losing their initial passion. But after my wife has been with someone else, it's like she's a completely different wife; even our sex life is much more passionate than before. No wonder some men neglect their goddess-like wives at home, instead pursuing women outside who aren't even as attractive or as physically capable as their wives, treating them like precious treasures—like a public bus that's been with countless men. Other people's wives are always better.
It was almost 4:50 when I told my mom I was going to pick up my wife. Not knowing where she'd checked into her hotel, I drove to a hotel near the bar. Before I even parked, my wife called, "Honey, come pick me up! I'm at the XX Hotel." It was the very hotel I was about to park at. "I'm here, in the hotel parking lot," she replied, quickly getting out and into the car. After an afternoon of being bathed in my semen, my wife's face was radiant, her skin incredibly smooth and rosy. Sex truly does nourish a woman. My wife is naturally beautiful, with a classic, traditional, and slightly aloof air, but now she looked exceptionally beautiful and luminous. Back home, she was the epitome of a virtuous wife and loving mother. She changed her clothes and busied herself in the kitchen, respectful and filial to my parents, gentle and considerate to me, her husband. We spent a joyful holiday together. My wife's perfect transformation between these two personalities was simply impeccable. Only when she went to bed that night did she tell me that her whole body was sore and her vagina was a little red and swollen. When I wanted to make love to my wife, she was actually very resistant. She was so tired, sitting on the bed in a short black lace nightgown, rubbing her eyes and yawning. I quickly took off my t-shirt and shorts, revealing a limp penis dangling from my dark pubic hair. I pulled one of her hands towards my crotch. "You're still limp, how can I do it?" "Just give me a few strokes." I said, pulling her skirt over her head. She cooperated, raising her hands to remove the nightgown, revealing her full breasts. My wife weakly stroked my penis, while I touched her breasts from the side, occasionally lowering my head to suck on them. My wife stroked my penis with one hand, while the other hand supported her forehead; she was just too tired. "Honey, why aren't you hard yet?" "Almost there, ah, almost there, almost there." My wife stroked me dozens more times. "My hand is getting sore." "Then give me a blowjob." I fantasized. "No." My wife refused as always. She lowered her head to suckle my nipple. "Oh, I'm starting to feel it." I pushed my wife, who was still sucking my nipple, onto the bed, quickly pulled down her panties, and my wife lay flat on the bed with her legs apart. I knelt between her legs, grabbed her legs, and thrust inside. My wife let out a long moan. Then she started panting. My wife's vagina was quite hot and a bit big; it seemed like my penis was quite large. After a few thrusts, my penis went soft as always. "Why did it slip out?" my wife asked. "No, it hasn't come out yet, it's just gone soft again." "Forget it, honey, I really want to sleep." "No, no, no, just a little more, just a little more." My wife got out of bed, her hair disheveled, her naked body glowing with a pale golden light under the bedside lamp. I lay on the bed, my penis still limp. My wife started to masturbate me with her hand, sucking on my nipple. I quickly got hard, pressed my wife down, and guided my penis in with her hand. My wife's moans and groans came again. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I didn't last long; after a hundred or so thrusts, I ejaculated. My wife pushed me off her, grabbed some tissues to wipe herself, and went to sleep without showering.

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