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The Transformation of a Beloved Wife 2 

Due to work, I had to go to Shanghai on a business trip. Coincidentally, Shanghai Disneyland was in its trial operation phase. My wife has loved Mickey and Minnie Mouse and everything related to Disney cartoons since she was little, so this was a perfect opportunity to take her on a short trip to relax. When I told her the news after arranging everything, she jumped for joy, bouncing around like a little rabbit. It reminded me of her vibrant self in college. Thinking back, we used to take our wife on short trips during college, and even though our budget was limited, we still had a lot of fun. Since getting married, we haven't been able to travel together as much because of work. I could tell she was genuinely happy. In Shanghai, I finished my work in half the time, and spent the rest of the time taking my wife to see all the places she liked, eating what she wanted, and buying her the bags and cosmetics she wanted. To make her happy, I did everything she wanted to do. Seeing my wife finally relax, I thought it was time to have a proper talk with her about our previous experience. After our day of fun, we returned to the hotel. We were both soaked with sweat several times during the day. Back at the hotel, I considerately helped my wife change. As I undressed her, I gently kissed her. It had been over a month since our last date, and I was desperately missing her body. Her suppressed desires erupted under my gentle teasing. Her tongue responded passionately to mine. Soon, I undressed her completely, but I didn't go any further. I picked her up, kissing her all the way, and we sat together in the bathtub. Perhaps because it had been a while since we'd done it, my wife... My wife was trembling slightly in my arms. I hugged her from behind, gently kissing her earlobes and neck. One hand caressed her breasts, the other gently stroked her smooth abdomen. She enjoyed it, sometimes biting her lip and panting softly, sometimes turning her head to respond to my kisses. One hand gently rubbed my penis. I had missed her body so much. I picked her up, dried her off, and carried her back to bed. She lay on the bed, her eyes wet, waiting for me, waiting to receive my love. I leaned over and pressed myself against her, kissing her soft, white breasts. I loved her breasts the most—fair, firm, just the right size to hold in one hand. The nipples were so pink, the areolas so small, especially as my tongue repeatedly teased them. Stimulated, her nipples turned into two pink buds. Following the kiss down her breasts, I parted my wife's legs and gently kissed the inside of her thighs, slowly moving towards the crotch. Stimulated by my kisses, my wife writhed, finally reaching the pink cleft between her legs. I gently parted her labia; the pink cleft was already glistening with moisture. I gently peeled back the foreskin of her clitoris and lightly licked the clitoris with the tip of my tongue. My wife let out a soft moan. I rarely give my wife oral sex because she's always so wet; it always gets all over my face. But today, I decided to give her a proper service. I embraced her vulva and teased her pink cleft with my tongue. My wife immediately let out a joyful cheer, desperately tightening her legs and stroking my hair. For some reason, a scene suddenly flashed into my mind: B's black penis was inserted deep into my wife's vagina, desperately ejaculating inside her. My wife's vagina couldn't hold that much semen; thick, yellowish-brown semen flowed out. Yes, I was kissing the vagina that B had just penetrated. I felt my penis was so hard it was about to explode. I quickly climbed on top of my wife, aimed my penis at her vagina, and thrust it all the way in. My wife was suddenly filled, letting out a wanton moan of pleasure. I felt my penis being enveloped by warm flesh walls—how familiar that felt! Enjoying the feeling? No time to enjoy it. I only had one thought: I had to thrust hard, I had to satisfy my wife, I had to bring her to orgasm. I thrust frantically, all the way in, at my fastest pace. My wife gasped under my powerful thrusts. I spread her legs, squatted between them, my penis pointing downwards, so I could penetrate deeper and harder. My wife's suppressed desire was completely ignited, and she screamed wildly. Her screams grew more and more rapid; I knew she was about to climax. I turned her over, making her bend over, and entered her from behind. The doggy style was my wife's favorite position; it allowed for deeper penetration and made it easier for me to exert force. I held her buttocks and thrust forward with all my might. My wife… Under my relentless assault, she climaxed. The stimulation was so intense that she couldn't stay upright and climbed onto the bed. I didn't give her a chance to catch her breath; I immediately pressed down on her, wriggling my hips and continuing to stimulate her convulsing vagina with my penis. I gently gripped her neck with one hand, leaning close to her and asking, "Is it good?" Under the stimulation of her orgasm, she didn't respond, only letting out pleasurable gasps. I didn't stop, thrusting into her while uttering lewd words, "Wife, I missed you so much. Wife, are you enjoying it? Do you want me to fuck you?" As she recovered a little from her orgasm, she moaned in response, "Husband, it feels so good. Harder, fuck me harder." For some reason, hearing her lewd words reminded me of her being pinned down by that man. Beneath me, the moans of pleasure from her being fucked fueled my urge to explode. After hundreds of frantic thrusts, I roared and plunged deep inside her, ejaculating with all my might, releasing all the pent-up desire I'd been holding back. My wife moaned, "Husband, it's so hot! Husband, you're so good!"...
The long-suppressed desire was finally released. I lay on top of her, panting, recovering my strength. Beneath me, she bit her finger, savoring the pleasure. After resting for a while, I picked her up and took her to the bathroom to clean ourselves. We soaked in the bathtub. I held her close and asked, "Honey, are you comfortable?" She nodded shyly. I wanted to open up to her, to have a frank and open discussion. Before my date with Mr. and Mrs. B, I sincerely apologized. I shouldn't have been irresponsible and avoided communication. My wife also frankly expressed her feelings. Actually, after the date, she was very confused. She didn't know how to face me. She was afraid that I would dislike her and that I would think she had betrayed me. I confessed that I was indeed a little bothered at first, but if I relaxed and thought about it, these so-called worries were meaningless because I was sure that each other's place in our hearts was irreplaceable. "Game" is the best summary of our experience. My wife agreed with me, and we agreed that no matter whether we continue or not, we will be honest with each other's feelings. I hope it can really be a game to spice up our married life. With my inner conflict resolved, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. I asked my wife if she would like to try again if there were other suitable partners. She readily agreed, saying she would support me if I liked him. I asked her if B was still hung up on her, and if she also liked him. Her answer reassured me; in her eyes, B was just a sexually capable partner, and she wasn't interested in feelings. I teased her mischievously, asking if she still wanted B to sleep with her. My wife retorted defiantly, "What do you want me to be afraid of?" I was surprised by my wife's change, but also relieved. Our swapping journey began from there. After the first test, I was certain of one thing: our understanding and feelings were indelible… (To be continued)

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