My wife and I's sex life

I've been on 69 Paradise for two years now, and after looking at many members' photos and logs, I feel that a lot of it is fake and unrealistic. The real value lies in authenticity; subtlety is more moving than explicit action.

Let me tell you about my wife and me. My background is extremely simple; I was assigned to work in a government office right after graduating from school. My wife's experience is much richer than mine. After graduating from vocational school, she worked in a factory, did odd jobs, then transferred to a school as a typist, worked as a teacher, and finally transferred to the government office. When we were dating, she was typing at school. I always felt that she had sexual experience before, at least more experienced than me; I was a complete novice. Her relatives told me she had dated someone before me, but she denied it, and I had no proof. We started by holding hands, kissing, and touching her breasts, then we took off her panties and played with her vagina, and eventually we were naked in bed playing. But at first, it only went that far—just touching, stroking, and squeezing her; we didn't penetrate her. Firstly, I really had no experience, and secondly, I was afraid that if I penetrated her, I wouldn't be able to resist getting her pregnant.

I said she was more experienced than me because several things happened later that made me suspicious. Back then, audio-visual equipment and the internet weren't advanced; there were no pornographic films to imitate or reference, and no one could provide guidance or instruction. So, sexual experience was basically derived from practical experience. After we met a few times, we gradually became bolder. One evening after get off work, she came to see me. She was petite and beautiful then, and I was young and vigorous. I took off her underwear and started playing with her. The environment was simple then; I lived in my office, so I didn't dare go too far. Besides, we had only met a dozen times, so I only took off her lower body clothes and touched her, not daring to undress completely. After touching her large, soft breasts for a while, my hand gradually moved down to her navel and the lush pubic hair. She was already aroused, her body hot, her ears burning, and her heart pounding. I spread her legs and leaned down to carefully observe her alluring cleavage, discovering a clear liquid flowing from her red vulva, slowly dripping onto the sheets. Later I learned that it was called vaginal discharge. Every time she was in heat and wanted to be fucked, her vagina would become red and swollen, and discharge a lot of vaginal fluid. I was dumbfounded and didn't know what to do. She grabbed my finger and placed it at the entrance of her vagina. With a little force, my finger suddenly entered a warm and smooth place, a paradise. My finger naturally began to stir and thrust, making squelching sounds. After a while, her breathing became rapid and heavy, and she began to moan softly. Her legs began to tightly clamp my finger, and she arched her back to quickly meet my finger. The walls of her vagina contracted in waves! This was her first time moaning, or rather, not strictly speaking, just moaning and panting. It wasn't like how she moaned so wantonly, so seductively, so movingly when she was being fucked. But at that moment, I was so excited. I never thought I could play with a woman like this! She calmed down, her face flushed, her mouth open, her legs spread, revealing her vagina, motionless, very lewd.

That time was also a first time, one of many first times. One night she came to see me, and we each drank some beer. It used to be that she would play at my place for a while, and after dinner I would take her back to school. This time I didn't let her leave. I moved her car into the house, drew the curtains, locked the door, and got into bed to play. At first, I thought I would just kiss her, touch her breasts, and stimulate her clitoris as usual, but soon my lust rose, and I became as hard as steel, unable to resist the urge to remove my restraints. I got up and started to take off her clothes. She was also in heat and obediently let me take off all her clothes one by one. I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled out my hard weapon, and pressed down on her. Ah, the feeling of flesh against flesh, breasts, abdomen, penis, and clitoris tightly pressed together, without a single gap between us, kissing her sweet little mouth, looking at her flushed face, listening to her rapid breathing, and frantically caressing her whole body, it felt so good that I almost fainted. But at that time, I didn't know how to do it, I didn't know how to penetrate. She breathed heavily for a few moments, then suddenly reached out her small hand and grabbed my hard penis, pushing it into her peach blossom cave. It was warm and soft, and my penis swelled and hardened even more. The moment I touched that slippery spot, I suddenly ejaculated. I was ashamed; I really didn't know how to do it, I had no idea how to insert it like that. But how could she? After drying herself off, she wasn't satisfied and became even more wanton. She pushed me onto the bed, climbed on top of me naked, kissed my face, my mouth, my neck, all the way down, kissing my chest, my navel, and suddenly took my penis into her mouth. Wow, it felt so good. My penis was surrounded by soft, warm, and wet flesh, licked by a soft tongue, and quickly swelled up again. The scene was so lewd, so stimulating. In a man's heart, seeing his beloved woman beneath him, swallowing his penis, watching her scream and moan wildly as his penis thrust in and out, the thrill of conquest surpasses everything. I conquered this woman! I held her head tightly, squeezing as if trying to push it into my stomach, and suddenly ejaculated again, passion blooming and spreading in her mouth. She remained motionless, steadily receiving my essence. After a while, I calmed down. She quickly turned away and vomited, coughing violently. Her breasts jerked with each cough, which was quite amusing. Her face flushed, she smiled at me: "Was it good? Was it comfortable?" I pounced on her, kissing her lips and grasping her trembling breasts. "So good!" her voice trembled and distorted. This was the first time we played completely naked, the first time I'd seen a woman completely naked, seen her erect breasts, her dark pubic hair, her wet vulva, her pert buttocks, her smooth thighs. It was the first time I performed oral sex, the first time I almost succeeded in penetration, and countless other firsts.

Later, I pondered repeatedly: how could she know about penile penetration, how could she kiss her entire body, how could she suck on a penis? Was it merely lust and passion? Had a strong man once practiced on her alluring body, played with her, and fucked her vulva? I had no idea. Sometimes I could only pretend to be confused. Because I truly loved her.

Later, we got married. We mated naked on our bed, in the kitchen, on the balcony, in the bathroom, on the floor, in every corner. I successfully entered and exited her wet, honeyed hole, watching her breasts change shape in my hands, trying different ways to play with her, fucking her in different positions. I also learned oral sex, licking her slippery pussy with my tongue, watching her writhe and cry out in pleasure; she also learned the cowgirl position, riding on top of me, holding my penis as it entered her wet, slick pussy, fucking her husband like riding a horse, conquering me with her vagina. Often, watching her large breasts tremble violently, twisting her serpentine waist, I would ejaculate with intense stimulation; I liked to fuck her from behind the bed the most, watching her arch her back to meet my penetration, sometimes lowering herself, moaning softly, sometimes tilting her head back, groaning lewdly, I felt like I was that big male dog on the street, and she was that beautiful little female dog, we mated like dogs, and I, with my erect penis, conquered this slutty bitch! I have gradually conquered and developed her, both her heart and body; she is incredibly alluring and wanton! She is very skilled at moaning in bed, no longer just panting and groaning, but singing in high and low notes, melodious and seductive. We flirt with all sorts of dirty words, stimulating each other. Sometimes she would spread her legs wantonly, "Does my pussy look pretty?" I would excitedly reply, "Pretty." Her vagina would open and close, "Look at it, it's smiling at you," so wanton, what am I waiting for, let's fuck her hard. I quickly rubbed her clitoris, asking, "Is it good? Does it feel good?" Her face would turn red with excitement, her voice trembling, "It feels good." "Is your pussy itchy?" "Oh, itchy." "Do you like being fucked by a penis?" "Yes." "What do you like?" "I like you fucking me with a penis." "Fuck you?" "Fuck my pussy." "What are you?" "A slutty bitch." "A slutty bitch who likes to be fucked?" "Yes." "Do you want someone else to fuck you with a penis?" "No." I fucked her hard, "Do you want to?" She twisted her ass hard, "No." With lightning-fast thrusts, she would throw her head back and moan, "Do you want to?" "Ah, ah, yes." "What do you want?" "I want someone else to fuck me with a penis." "Who do you want to fuck you?" "Ah, ah, ah..." She twisted her ass quickly, and orgasmed! Whenever she talks about someone else fucking her with a penis, she gets incredibly wet, moans loudly, and climaxes quickly. Often, just before her climax, her whole body heats up, her face flushes, her nipples erect, her thighs tense, and with each breath she takes, she lets out a lewd "ooh!" Finally, she squeezes me tightly, screaming wildly, her body suddenly straightening and remaining still, then a sudden jolt, followed by a painful writhing and rolling – that's what she looks like when she's reached orgasm. What I love most is penetrating her cunt, watching her lustful state, and listening to her moans. Now we have advanced video equipment, and we've taken many photos and videos. Watching my wife being fucked and getting horny in those videos, I feel like Aoi Sora and Ai Iijima are nothing compared to her; my wife is the most captivating porn star. Of course, we haven't shown our sex videos to netizens; privacy needs to be protected. But I uploaded one photo: she's sitting in a chair, legs spread wide, feet hooked on the armrests, revealing her large, white breasts, dark pubic hair, and a gushing, lewd cunt – she looks incredibly wanton. Netizens who saw this commented that they wanted to fuck her hard with their dicks, but I haven't let her see these comments yet.

Later, several strange things made me suspect she was cheating.

Around 2006, we bought a computer, and she learned to chat on QQ, chatting with netizens every day, going on a crazy spree for a while. One time, she suddenly went to a nearby county town, and even stayed there overnight, telling me afterward that she was with a female classmate. That county town was a complex place with many different kinds of people, much more complicated than ours. I was furious and repeatedly called her to come back, but she hung up and turned off her phone. I was extremely angry, thinking about what to do when she returned. That night, I had a dream where she was lying on the bed with her buttocks sticking out, and a strong man was penetrating her from behind with a thick penis, fucking her like a dog. She was moaning like a female dog, her head thrown back. Was it a dream or reality? Can anyone tell me?

Another time, she went out to dinner one night (again, without informing me first), and when I didn't hear from her late at night, I anxiously called her. She answered, saying she was eating, but her phone was very quiet, unlike the noisy atmosphere in the restaurant. I kept dialing her number, but she wouldn't answer. A while later, she called again, asking me to come pick her up. I got dressed and went out to look for her. The streets were deserted and quiet. I saw a car on the west side of the complex and went closer to look. I vaguely saw two people inside, but just as I was about to examine them more closely, the car suddenly started and drove away. About fifteen minutes later, she called me, asking me to pick her up on the east side of the complex. She staggered back from the east side, seemingly drunk. When I asked who she had been drinking with, she hesitated and wouldn't say. She went straight to the bathroom to vomit, then closed the door and cleaned herself up. After she got into bed, I asked her again, but she still wouldn't say anything, saying everything was fine. I panicked. It was so late, and she wasn't answering her phone. She walked alone, with no one to take her. What if some thugs stripped her naked and took turns having sex with her? She still said everything was fine. I touched her vulva; she had already cleaned herself up, so checking was pointless. What was going on?

These two incidents remained a mystery. She wouldn't tell me, and sometimes I could only pretend to be oblivious, but suppressing it for a long time made me feel uncomfortable.

Who knew that even more suspicious things would happen later?

For a while, I accidentally looked at her phone and WeChat messages, and she got angry with me. I checked her phone records and found that she was talking to two people very frequently and for very long, sometimes up to an hour. For a while, she had vaginal inflammation and was treated for several months. She said the doctor said it was dirty not to wash after intercourse. Could it be me? Why hadn't she had inflammation in all these years of marriage, but only this year, with my frequent business trips, did she get sick? It's just that a penis was thrusting into her vagina so vigorously and frequently that caused the inflammation; I didn't want to think about it. Once, she had a slight cold and said she would have a friend who does electrotherapy come and give her a back massage. That friend was one of the friends she talked to frequently. After arriving, they went to the inner room and did it on the large bed. She said that for the back massage and leg massage, you can't wear clothes, probably only underwear. She took off her bra in front of other men, exposing her breasts, and took off her pants, leaving only her underwear, letting other men touch her body. I wondered if she felt anything amiss; she must have been very aroused. At first, they were talking and chatting, but then there was silence. Of course, I guess I was in the living room; she couldn't have been penetrated while her underwear was off. Thinking about this, I wasn't jealous, but rather shamefully aroused. Later, when I asked her about it, she called me a jerk. Later still, she said she had been to his house and done that, but I don't know for sure. Another

time, I went on a business trip to a neighboring county. I left on Monday morning, and just as I left with my luggage, a classmate needed to print an invoice. I went to the company to print it, which took an hour. I wanted to go home and give it to my wife so she could give it to her classmate, since I'd be gone for a week. I didn't call my wife; she didn't know I hadn't left. When I got home and opened the door, it was locked from the inside. I couldn't open it with my key, and no one answered when I knocked. I was in a hurry to leave, so I pounded on the door. It sounded like there was movement inside, but I didn't think much of it, assuming she was in the bathroom. Later, she opened the door. She seemed to have just showered, wearing a nightgown with nothing underneath, the opening revealing half of her white breasts. Her face was slightly flushed, and she quickly explained that she was washing her hair and hadn't noticed the door was locked. Thinking about the tickets and the business trip, I wasn't thinking about anything else. Just as I was about to mention the tickets, I suddenly saw a man sitting on the sofa—her colleague, another friend she frequently talked to, who lived next door. His expression was also very strange. My head pounded. She wasn't wearing clothes, she was showering, the door was locked, another man… thoughts raced through my mind. I wanted to take action, but I had no evidence, and it wouldn't be good if my colleagues found out. I quickly tightened my expression and hurriedly mentioned the tickets. After I finished, I said I was leaving, and they could stay. The man quickly said no, and I was leaving too. I was extremely depressed on the bus. My colleague asked if I needed anything, and I said no. The whole way there, my mind raced. Was he having sex with her on the sofa? Was she sucking his penis? Did he get nervous when I knocked and ejaculate inside her? Did he go back and continue having sex with her after I left? I didn't check her; I had no evidence. I didn't smile for two days. I called her, and she said everything was fine. No one could remain unsuspecting.

Actually, I loved her, which is why I didn't say anything at the time. I'm sexually open; I wanted to take her to the extreme, to give her immense sexual satisfaction, but not to betray her, not to cheat, and not to treat me like a fool. I know that mistakes made outside the rules are worth correcting.

Later, we still bickered and argued over small things, but we stopped bringing up the past. During sex, she still responded to all my attempts and positions, was still very satisfied, and still moaned wildly. Everything was moving in a positive direction.

I have a few wishes: First, I've never seen her masturbate. I want to see her spread her legs in bed, playing with her own pussy, using the American dildo I bought her to penetrate herself. I want to see a dildo stuck to the bathroom tiles, her bent over, her ass sticking out, inserting it into herself—just thinking about it is exciting. Second, we bought our car late and have never had sex in it, so I always want to try something different. Third, we've never done it outdoors. A few times we've gone for walks at night, and when we got to dark, secluded spots or groves, I wanted her to hold onto a tree while I did it from behind, but I was afraid of being discovered. That sneaky, tense thrill is something I don't usually experience. Another time we went hiking, and when we reached a deserted spot, looking around, I felt a surge of lust and couldn't resist wanting to play with her pussy there, but I was too afraid of being seen. In short, none of these wishes have come true. Now, here's my main idea, which might be a bit perverted: I want to find a single man to have sex with her—a threesome, two men with one woman. The most exciting thing for a man is probably watching his wife writhe and tremble under another man's penis, screaming and moaning, watching her swallow and spit out another man's penis, seeing a strong man rampage in his exclusive territory, seeing a thick penis going in and out of the vagina that only he can enter—that psychological change is more exciting than doing it himself. Actually, I'm quite open-minded about sex because I really love her. We often argue and fight, but ultimately, I truly love her. Sometimes I'd rather not buy her anything, not want anything, just to give her my priority. I think you should try everything, even if she really has been with other men and been fucked by others, it doesn't matter. Life is short, a little indulgence is okay, the key is to be happy. Physical penetration is allowed, but no psychological conquest; one-night stands are permitted, and we should only discuss sex, not feelings. If she goes out to have sex, I must know or be involved; cheating is a true betrayal. Condoms must be used to protect herself; she cannot indulge in unrestrained pleasure, as getting a disease or pregnancy would be a huge problem. In short, I love my wife, and I want to provide her with maximum satisfaction and happiness within these principles!

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