First of all, ” boudoir experience ” series have dozens of articles, each from the wife’s off point to relieve hair, of course, this is not my own experience, I just think these stories are full of interesting, suitable for SS as a small article to enjoy, I hope you like, if you respond well, my brother will one after another will be the other! I hope you like it, if you like it, I will post the other stories one by one.
OK, without further ado, let’s have some fun with this first installment of “Boudoir Talk”!
Trimming Body Hair Surprises
It’s broad daylight now, but when I think of last night’s scene, I can’t help but blush and my heart beats , as if I feel my nipples stiffen up again, and the hot liquid moistens my buds all at once …… I don’t know how many times it’s been like this today!
I had only trimmed the hair on my lower body a little, but I didn’t expect my husband to get excited like that. We were caressing each other, and as soon as his hand touched my mound, he immediately lifted up my skirt and pulled down my panties, and when he got a good look at them, he violently tried to lick them.
I was so shy, so uncomfortable exposing myself to my husband like this, that my whole body stiffened up. Suddenly… that soft spot was being bitten, pinched by my fingers, and kissed over and over again, and my husband’s breath kept stimulating that spot, it was so comfortable!
“Harder, harder …. “
I called out in my mind, my body twisting and turning with each cry. My husband’s attacks became more and more violent, and in my over-excitement, I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Come on! Come on! “I hadn’t been this happy in a long time!
Husband relaxes a bit, my excitement has not yet subsided, and looking at him, yes, his spirits are still so high!
“Show me more! ” he said, reaching down and pulling my thighs apart again: “That’s sexy! That’s a nice shape! “Then he stuck out his tongue and licked his way down from the mound, and the animalistic “slurping” stimulated me again, and I bent my body into an arch and cried out: “No, no, no, no, no! I arched my body and cried, “No, no!” and reached my peak again.
A strong realization like this is the first time I’ve experienced it. Why did I go and organize that place?
I was inspired by a honeymoon movie I saw on TV, and as I watched it, I felt excited. I couldn’t help but touch that hot spot, and as I did, I suddenly felt how different it was from my teenage years! It seems that the grass is a little too dense, through the grass, how not easy to feel the skin ah!
On a whim, I thought, half in a mischievous way, how my husband would be surprised if I removed the grass.
And sure enough, how excited he was in addition to being surprised! Tonight, I can’t wait!
Use of feathers for enjoyment
That day, my husband bought back the peacock feather, I thought it was for decoration, but I didn’t realize that the feather actually played such a big role!
For the first time, I spread my chest out and my husband brushed my nipples gently with the feather, yes, just brushed them with the feather, and for some reason I felt an electric current pass through my body …. The feather gradually brushed down, breasts, stomach, flanks …… Gradually went down, and when the feather brushed over my inner thighs, I was completely wet!
Feathers have such a great effect, the husband was very happy, within a few days, and bought back many feathers, ostrich feathers, soft large brushes of small bristles and so on.
Why is it so comfortable when you flick through those feathered types?
Husband says, “Your whole body seems to have sex tape everywhere! “
Sure there are times when I feel itchy and sad, but at the same time there’s an electric shock of exorbitant joy sweeping over me. Maybe my analogy isn’t quite right, but it’s like that feeling of holding back a pee ……. It’s really hard to describe.
My husband would also get excited when he saw me humming from being so mesmerized just during foreplay, desperately trying to brush me with a feather. It sucks because I’ll get overly wet and end up thrusting so deeply all at once during the actual intercourse that there’s no excitement instead!
Therefore, every time I flicked it with a feather, I had to use toilet paper to wipe up the love juices that were secreted first before I let my husband’s thing in. Doing so is more stimulating, both for my husband and for me.
When we use condoms, we don’t use the regular ones either, but the variant with a grain of protrusion.
However, these small props are just aids, our favorite foreplay is: I lean back on the bed, my husband straddles my head, facing my feet side. Then my husband brushes my breasts, lower abdomen, and thighs with a small feather, and I can’t help but take my husband’s penis in my mouth and spread my legs wide open without realizing it. When the feather brushed my inner thighs, I would suck his one deep into my throat in my excitement!
Beautiful bedside manner.
We both discovered the orgasm of examining each other and exhibiting each other, and it felt so good ….. We changed positions and saw the thing sticking in there ….. ]
I was lying naked on the bed and my husband, looking at me with passionate eyes, told me to spread my legs and kept staring at the wrap adding, “Spread it more!”
I spread my thighs wide apart so that the whole bud was in front of his eyes.
He didn’t make a move to touch me and I was staring intently at his prick. I twisted around as if teasing him, looking at that favorite thing of mine on one side. It was so cute! Looking at it, what had been hanging down a moment ago had gradually lifted its head and was now, finally, pointing to the ceiling.
That’s what our foreplay was like, not even touching each other, just looking at each other. That alone made my bud wet and wet and almost full.
By this time, my husband was about to come in, but our exhibition of each other didn’t stop there. When he was fully penetrated, he leaned his upper body back considerably and braced his hands behind him, and I raised my upper body and braced my hands behind me just as he did. My husband loved to do the up and down motion in this position, watching his own thing go in and out of my pistil. I rotated my waist for him too, making the thing move like a baton. My husband matched my movements, going up and down on one side and making constant counter-rotating motions on the other.
After we had fully enjoyed this position, we resorted to the riding position with me on top, again allowing my husband to see in and out. Sometimes I also tilted my upper body so my husband could see my jiggling breasts.
“I want to see your ass!” Sometimes he would demand this.
So I meekly turned to the back and got down further, and my husband would contentedly stroke my waist and feel my hips.
We culminate by doing caterwauling and withdrawal movements. If you can also practice matching, I believe it is not difficult to reach a place like ours.
When my husband pushes in hard, I quickly back off a little, but immediately push back in. When my husband pulls back, I also pull back a little, and then push forward, so I skillfully match the caterwauling and evasive movements.
It took eleven years of marriage for us to develop such a wonderful bedside manner, and I would venture to say that this was our golden age as a couple.
do sth of one’s own accord
[I can’t really figure out if he likes it or hates it, but once he does it, awesome! I’m so happy!
My half is that slow, and he doesn’t seem to hate it, in fact he loves it! And he’s very good at it, but he doesn’t make the first move unless I want him to, which is strange! He doesn’t get mad when I want him to, no, it’s like he’s been waiting for it for a long time!
So, every time it’s bedtime, I’m the one who lights the fire:
“Hey…” (that’s what I said)
“Huh?” (That’s his answer.)
“Look over here!” (me)
“Hmmm …. “(He)
“Okay!” (me)
“Hmm? What?” (Him)
“I’m going to take off your …. , good boy! I’ll slurp you, huh? I …. I …. “
“Oh, oh, you…” (he)
“It’s delicious …. This way …. Hurry up …… I want one too ….” (me)
“Well, yeah!” (Him)
“….”
“….”
“Do not move! I’ll put it on you, don’t move huh …… ah …. Tight, you’re fantastic today, so tight, hoo ……”
I straddled him in the opposite direction and wrapped my arms around his thing, snapping it in deeply, spinning and rotating it as much as I liked.
From this point on, the host and guest were reversed, and when his engine started, I couldn’t hold back!
He always lets me drive first and then climbs up when I’m tired. So awesome, he sits on the bed and lifts, drops, lifts, drops my hips, twists the wrap a little bit later, wraps it around a few times and drops it again …. Ahh, busy!
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, he slowly rotated a few times, and then put down, or twisted and slowly went down, in my face desperately grinding, and then violently put down, just in this moment, comfortable wonderful feeling spread all over my body.
“Ah …. Don’t, don’t ……”
But, with my back still to him, he laid back down and moved to his heart’s content …. I couldn’t help it, a wave came over me and I reached my climax …..
Ahh! I love it so much!
We’re compatible.
[At the time of orgasm, my mind and body were convinced that we were in tune. Because he and I were so in sync.]
I have been living a very happy married life for three years. The main reason was that my outer son’s thoughtfulness and gentleness always made my heart flutter. At night, unable to wait for the children to fall asleep, he had already reached out and pulled me under the covers.
With the children’s chores still on his lips, his hand crept into my pajamas. …. . The table lamp on my pillow reflected my cheeks, and somehow I was suddenly shy.
“Put the lights out …..”
“You won’t be embarrassed later.”
A passionate kiss sealed my mouth at once for a century. Then his lips slid over my neck, stopping there at my breasts. Unable to help myself, I reached down and took hold of his thing. As usual, my whole body began to burn as the hot thing entered me. The instantaneous relief and fulfillment was truly unparalleled.
However, the long period of happiness occasionally made me wonder, “Are we really compatible?” In particular, I was dissatisfied with my son’s lack of clarity about whether he was good or bad, and I even suspected that he was seeing another woman who was better than me.
Frankly speaking, I have a lovely child with me, and there is no dissatisfaction in my life; my husband’s care is enough to make me have no complaints. But people are so strange, once the days are comfortable, they always like to think nonsense, really “people in the blessed do not know the blessing” ah!
Ah …… Waiko’s movements became more and more intense, and the sensation of soul-stirring was like ripples that kept spreading from my lower body to all parts of my body. The waves of pleasure seemed like they wanted to sweep me away in one gulp.
Come to think of it, we must be fairly well …… attuned. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stopped all thinking and fully immersed myself in the infinite clouds and rain.
wishing for conjugal bliss
“A couple so in tune with each other, they’re the envy of the world!” As the wives of the neighborhood say, we do fit together.
“Let’s play it a couple times tonight!”
Gaiko smiled while leaning straight towards me. “Nasty!” Although I pouted, my heart was already about to jump out of my chest, and that place was shaking like a spasm.
Lately, Gaiko especially likes to see me all jittery. So the position is always in the flexed position, pushing and squeezing as hard as he can on one side, trying to see my expression on the other. Moreover, under the bright light …….
Usually, no matter how oblivious I am, I’m still quite conscious before I reach orgasm. I don’t really know what kind of look I’m getting. However, when I squinted my eyes and saw my husband’s thing being tightly plugged, I was in a trance, as if I was about to be paralyzed. So, “There!” Immediately after he informed me, he lay down on top of me,…….
Since we realized how well we fit with each other, we no longer had any taboos. We became more and more daring in the bedroom. Especially once I knew I could trust him completely. Sometimes, on impulse, I blurted out, “Let’s do it tonight!” Even I was surprised.
I was also the one who asked for a room first today. After he roamed and answered, he immediately launched an attack on me. Only to see that thing like invincible golden hooks, standing to me straight. For a moment, I had tears in my eyes, like rain, and the joy of happiness filled my chest as if it was going to explode.
A wavering love for each other, which made me fall into a trance of contemplation. I secretly swore to myself, “In the sky I wish to be a bird with two wings, and on earth I wish to tie the twigs together.” …….
Suddenly, he tapped me on the cheek, snapping me out of my disorientation. I will be with him for a long time. ……
Husband’s prick
Why is the male prick so big? Is my spouse more special? Recently, I realized that this is a happy thing.]
Because he was so intense last night, I’ve been in a trance all day today, I can’t even stand up; the sun is shining but I don’t feel like doing anything.
The same thing has happened several times since we’ve been married. When I wake up early in the morning, it always feels like his thing is still clamped there in general, slightly tickling, and I can barely move.
Last night, his rapidly erecting sex kept rubbing my bottom. In the darkness, the tip overflowed with a glistening …… warmth that burrowed up and down into my hot body. My consciousness grew fuzzy and finally my entire lower body was soaked. “I can’t wait.” He couldn’t wait, and he pinned me down.
“Ahh! Ouch!”
I had thought that the wetness would not be an obstacle, but I was surprised by an impact that hurt so much that I couldn’t help but scream out. However, the sudden call seemed to bring him excitement instead. Maybe he thought I was in pain because his thing was so big!
So he suddenly stabbed in, and once again I tried to open my mouth to call,……. But in an instant, that painful feeling surprisingly changed to pleasure. Once upon a time, my soft cries of pleasure and his moans of excitement had become so intertwined that it was no longer possible to tell who was who,……. Vaguely, I thought I heard him say, “Swing harder on your belly!” So I was hazy in consciousness and clasped the thing without letting go,…….
I’ve never been able to figure out how something that big could get stuck in a tiny hole.
I couldn’t stop thinking about that sturdy behemoth until the early morning sunlight spread across the land. Strange! How did it get to look like that? ……
Drunken ecstasy.
[I really want to see its Lushan true colors. Because that thing is always inside me like a wild animal, rampaging ……]
We couples usually do not drink a lot of alcohol, once there is alcohol down, the style will not be able to help but bold up, naturally followed by sexual intercourse will become very exposed. At first we usually start in the normal position and then change to the back position halfway through. In the past, we used to change positions after pulling out; but recently we have changed our habits and change positions directly after insertion.
However, the strong intoxication did not make me forget my shyness. Underneath my ambling body, he kept fondling my breasts and burrowing right into my lower body. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw wet pubic hairs standing upside down one by one. In my shyness, I couldn’t help but twist my hips, who knew that this would play right into his hands, “Good! Good! Harder!”
Of course I felt very comfortable, but the position of my chest and stomach hanging in the air made me feel uneasy, so I always wanted to bury my body under the blanket. But before I touched the end of the blanket, he had already attacked me, forcing my upper body straight back. Maybe this gave him a strong pleasure! As I repeated this several times, my clenched teeth gradually lost consciousness.
In addition, he often asked me to change positions. Either he would teach me to hang on to his shoulders with one foot, or he would make me bend both feet towards my own shoulders (like performing a stunt).
Usually at this time, he never lets me have a moment’s rest. Sometimes we would start in the normal position; and after penetration, we would change to the opposite position. Most of the time, I was shy in more ways than I can describe; my lower body was always in a state of writhing, more akin to play than sex. After all, it was also true that I was more addicted to orgasms.
My lower body was like another creature, gasping and spitting out hot flames; his condition was not unlike mine.
Sometimes, I even wonder what kind of organs are hidden in that place. More than that, I can’t help but wonder what will become of …… us when we melt into one.
Although he always thought his thing was smaller and not quite the width of my vaginal canal, there was no doubt about his single-minded desire to make me feel comfortable.
Caressing him.
As he thoughtfully rubbed Gekko’s nipples, the tip of his prick began to moisten. I’m afraid even a man himself would be surprised by this phenomenon!
Seeing his nipples getting harder and harder, my nipples also hardened, and at the same time, I could vaguely feel that my lower body was getting wet. In a state of panic, I could only cry out, “Don’t! No!” “Hurry! Hurry!” While gently shaking my head.
However, as if he intended to tease me, he made a point of grabbing my fingers and touching his nipples, teaching me to caress him. Since he liked it, I honestly grabbed it with my hand first, and then came up to my mouth to nibble on it. In the meantime, he kept playing with my lower body as well. With an irresistible urge, I violently bit his nipple. But as a result, he didn’t get angry, instead he let out a series of low grunts, “Very good! Very good …….”
I was on the verge of exploding and he couldn’t get enough, so we launched into position 69. He fondled my breasts on one side, and gently lifted my labia majora and minora and pushed his tongue …… into them. I gasped, only aware that my thighs were gradually spasming.
On the other hand, I also licked his anus with my tongue and then moved to his perineum. Occasionally I made light pressure movements with the tip of my tongue, and he would show a demoralized expression. Within moments, clear liquid was oozing from the tip, and without hesitation, I immediately moved the tip of my tongue towards that majestic spot. Even though we both wanted to penetrate at this point, we were taught to desperately hold back.
I am very confident in my tongue and mouth usage. Usually, my lips seem to be wrapping my teeth around his thing first, and then if I lick it a little harder, my throat touches the glans. The feeling was indescribable, like a sense of reassurance and pleasure. As I played with his glans with all my heart, he couldn’t help but hum out:
“Ah! Ahh! I …… I can’t take it anymore!”
So, sweating profusely, he gathered his strength and entered me.
Then, while twisting my hips hard, I kissed him from his ear to the nape of his neck, exhaling hot breath and encouraging him, “Go in more! Go in more!” Finally he pushed with all his might,……. At this point, the feeling of my entire waist, whether pleasant or tired, all fly away; gradually, I forget everything.
His fingers.
[His fingers are gentle and his technique is excellent, it’s really ……. Lately, just seeing his fingers, my lower body can’t help but moisten up.]
Gaiko’s caresses have always been both gentle and passionate. That day, before I could urge him on, he had already finished his bath and was sitting on the bed, newspaper in hand, waiting for me.
He must have started by caressing my breasts with one hand and moving down with the other. Then, suddenly, he caressed the area of pubic hair above the panties with his palm; then he dug his fingers into the panties from between his thighs. After pulling down the panties in one motion, he continued to swim down, stroking my pubic hair with his palm, occasionally grabbing my pussy with his cold fingers. This caused me to feel a spasm.
He was still stroking more than just around his pubic hair in a circular motion. At this point, I thought of that thing of his, and could hardly hold back my frenzy. …… A moment later, a sudden surge of shame inside me prompted me to subconsciously try to close my legs. Seeing me do this, he simply joined his four fingers and tried to pull them even wider apart; so the more I struggled, the more I caused intense grinding caresses. “You’ll get even wetter if you keep shrinking!” He said as he increased the strength of his hand. Before long, my legs were spread wide apart.
Then he pressed his middle finger against the nub for a focused rubbing. This was a great stimulus for localized stroking. As if the anesthetic had taken effect, I drifted into a trance-like state.
While he was still calm, I was on the verge of orgasm. While I realized my abused state, I couldn’t restrain the pleasure that spread all over my body.
In this trance-like condition, and I do not know how long it lasted, suddenly I regained consciousness and buried myself tightly in his chest and exclaimed urgently, “Quickly! Quickly! Put it in!”
He couldn’t stand it any longer, so he obeyed me and thrust in immediately. Originally, in the moment when he exchanged hands, my pussy nucleus was already going to recede; however, when he thrust in, the orgasm immediately returned, and I couldn’t even use the strength to shake my abdomen.
It just rocked up and down in time with his pumping,……. After this series of stimulation, my pussy nucleus had already gone into a state of paralysis, leaving only the feeling of hot and fullness inside my vagina. Although this kind of intercourse has happened countless times, the freshness of each time always makes me more and more greedy.
Occasionally when I’m on top, I subconsciously press my pussy core harder toward him. It was in that moment that the thought rose in me unexpectedly, “This life is enough!”
Cute dildos.
[How lovely! What a lovely prick! It rubs and rubs my nipple, and it can flaunt its power in my mouth …….]
The first night is so unforgettable, although we have had skin-to-skin contact before marriage, but after the real married couple, the scruples between each other completely disappeared.
One day, he suddenly pushed his exposed prick into my mouth. It was an extraordinary shock for me, because it was a move he had never made before. The thing was red and very different from the skin all over his body. While I was surprised, two or three drops of liquid were already dripping from the gaping hole in the tip, and even though it was only two or three drops, since my mouth wasn’t very big in the first place, it almost made it impossible for me to breathe, not to mention the pleasure. In a hurry, I could only let out a “mmmmm” sound.
It’s been three and a half years since that happened. The difference is that nowadays I am no longer squeamish, but actively want to take that thing in. Sometimes, when I was so horny, I would take it into my mouth while he was asleep. Then I would play with the root of it with my fingers. But as I played with it, it always had a tendency to suddenly swell up, rather like an explosion of energy.
When it had swollen, I fiddled with it more freely. First I took it out of my mouth, and held it in my hand to admire it. I remembered that when I was a newlywed, it seemed darker, as if I were looking at someone who had done something bad. It was so stubborn in appearance, but it could not hide its loneliness. So I immediately stroked my neck with it and then buried it in my cleavage. I could just feel the thing slapping up and down my center, and my chest tingled with a strange itch, and his breathing began to catch. But the time wasn’t right.
The hard, gentle thing continued its journey down to my lower body; an inexpressible thrill arose. Its thick appearance was different from a finger, and it seemed like it was going to slide into my bush if I wasn’t careful. I kept enduring it and continued to let it touch my nub.
After two or three times, the hotness of my pussy made me feel more and more itchy. He touched it a little with his finger, and knowing that I was already wet, he immediately switched to the normal position and plunged in towards me. At first, it was as if there was a squeezing pain, but after one more squeeze, it was a tight penetration.
Whenever I can’t have sex on a physical day, I keep it in my mouth all the time. Although occasionally I would lick it from the side as if I were playing the flute, he seemed to prefer it in my mouth.
beg for forgiveness
[My whole body is very familiar with his prick ……. In short, my sweet little baby must never go outward.]
Waiko seems to be particularly sensitive. Whenever I stroked his prick with my fingers on one side and sucked on it with my tongue on the other, he couldn’t help but squirm and murmur:
“Don’t! I …… can’t take it anymore!”
But he did love my finger and tongue strokes, and made sure to line them up every time we had sex. After a lot of refinement, I got even better at it. Anyway, I just couldn’t get enough of his prick.
My technique involves nothing more than using my entire body, such as my chin, wrists, thighs, fingers and mouth. First, I lower my chin, bend my elbows and then move my penis in and slowly stroke it. Gradually, it grows bigger and bigger as it squirms.
Then I held it between my legs to share my abundant sustenance; then raised it slightly upward to rub against my pubic hair.
However, Gaijin still likes the finger and tongue presses. He always taught me to gently hold and stroke with my thumb, forefinger and middle finger while licking with my tongue on one side. In particular, his favorite was to have me gently lick the seal at the back. Often, he could not help but gasp “ah ah ……” at this step.
As soon as I heard his voice, I couldn’t help but follow suit, but in the end, I barely managed to hold back and continued to play with it. “Spare me! ……!” By the time he reached the peak of his intensity, he actually forgot to beg for mercy from me.
When I asked him about it afterward, he always played dumb with me, “Bullshit! How could I say that?” Trying to get away with it. But I did hear the barrage of pleading now.
Every time, his testicles looked like they were itching and feeling embarrassed as if they were being stroked. So, while I love that soft thing with all my heart, occasionally I dig at him.
After penetration if I came out first, I would start by touching his perineum with my fingers, whereupon he would begin to stroke my nub, causing me to orgasm again and again.
a love affair
[His fingers are so annoying! Just as I was secretly dripping, I was already naked and exposed to the bright light …….]
Last Sunday afternoon, I was sitting around the fireplace talking when my husband suddenly interrupted me, “Let’s have a little!” Just so coincidentally, at the very beginning of his suggestion, I had the same desire at the same time. As the light was too bright, I closed the curtains by hand. Unexpectedly, this action touched his curiosity instead.
“Let me see!”
Immediately after I spoke, I was taught to spread my legs wide and face the window. This was the first time in my life. However, despite my pushback, he pulled away hard in places that even I had never seen before.
After pulling back, he stroked his pubic hair upward on one side and tweaked it next to his labia on the other. “Which! It’s all wet!” He said, and continued to wander along the labia majora and minora without stopping for a moment.
Then, after he got me up and looked at it, he sat down on the couch. My pubic hairs intertwined under his light touch. For a moment, my chest itched strangely, as if I was about to pass out.
Then he moved his fingers to the labia, desperately trying to spread it there and find the nub. Ahhhh! I was exposed to his eyes! The cold air seeped into me, and he stroked the back of his straight hand between my splayed thighs.
Soon he began to drift off as well. So I took the opportunity to explore my fingers towards his lower body, caressing each other. At this time, the curtains suddenly swayed with the wind, a sunlight swooped over, shining my pubic hair dazzling extraordinary,……. Looked at his eyes straight, I can not help but flow out of the water droplets; a short while, has been wet into a piece.
So he pulled my feet toward the edge of the fireplace, scrutinizing them through the infrared light while murmuring, “That’s beautiful …….” I was suffocating. Under the covers, his hot breath was blowing on my nub, and finally, I came out.
Upon sitting back in the enclosure once more, only to see the thing press back in.
“Ah! I’m coming out!” After shouting this, I knew nothing else.
Enjoy the position
Where else can you find such a wonderful thing? Recently, no matter what kind of position it is, it brings me to orgasm.]
It’s been two years since we got married. But up to now, we have never had intercourse in the same position. Often, we have alternated between different times and positions.
Most of the time, Gaiko would wait for me to get under the covers, then immediately and roughly pull back the covers and proceed according to the mood of the moment. Sometimes we would go straight to sex without any touching, and sometimes we would enjoy the 69 position to our heart’s content.
As a result, the time to reach orgasm comes and goes.
Tonight we were in the 69 position. First, he removed my bra, and after fully caressing my breasts, he came up and bit my nipples with his lips. After a short while, I already felt like I was about to climax. But he still wasn’t satisfied, saying straight under his breath, “Not wet yet, not wet yet.” On one side, he kept printing countless kisses on my abdomen and thighs.
With great difficulty, my fingers touched the spot, and I immediately reflexively took his prick into my mouth, almost wanting to swallow it in one gulp and die right there. Ahh! What a wonderful symbol of masculinity!
After the contact, only after two or three repeated strokes, I reached my climax. In an instant, it was as if my body had suddenly landed in a garden of thousands of colors after being lifted into the air. For a moment, nectar covered my entire body, teaching me to lose my freedom and not be able to move in the slightest. In a trance, it seemed that saliva was flowing out.
On the other hand, he was still slow to come out. The pumping motion still continued, sweat running down both their chests ask, it was impossible to tell whose was whose. I was so exhausted that I couldn’t move my hips any more, and all I wanted was to be free as soon as possible. However, he pumped harder, and this aroused my dying pleasure again. With each stroke, he seemed to add a little more vigor to the afterglow of my orgasm.
Sometimes, without caressing, you can reach orgasm earlier because you have enough strength to make vigorous movements with each other.
Which one would you say is better? …… In fact both are my favorites. Since I’m often the one who orgasms first, I don’t make a point of trying to tell them apart.
lure
[Remembering last night’s passionate embrace, I couldn’t help but reach out and touch my place. I’ll try to tempt him to love me again tonight!
The boredom period never seems to catch up with me. It’s been five years since I got married. In my opinion, the beauty of intercourse is unparalleled, and there is no way that anything else can replace that deep, mellow flavor.
In the morning, after dropping the kids off at kindergarten, my husband dropping them off at home, and all the household chores, it was easy to be able to sit down and catch my breath. But just as I bent over to sit down, a stark image inadvertently surfaced in my mind. Last night’s husband’s body odor seemed to still pervade the room, and his warm breath was still in my ears …….
Without realizing it, a blush flooded my cheeks. An orgasm seemed to be slowly building up, and it was stuffing my chest. In the past, when I encountered this kind of situation, I sometimes couldn’t help but move my right hand down my body and caress my breasts with my left hand; when I couldn’t bear it any longer, I simply masturbated in the shower. But most of the time I just desperately tried to hold back. Occasionally, if I don’t happen to come across a salesman peddling an item at my door, I get so flustered that I don’t know what to do. It’s really weird! But …….
Not only do I apologize to my husband for masturbating, but it’s not a good way to go. So, usually I resort to distracting myself as much as possible. However, this had a special effect. As I endured it, a surge of confidence came over me, causing my body to become light and rhythmic.
There is no better way than to keep your hands busy. For example, despite the thoughts in your head and the enthusiasm of the eve, your hands are busy ironing clothes or cleaning the kitchen.
It was hard to hold back until nightfall, and I was determined to try to arouse him during the night. So, after I got into the bath, I purposely wore only a towel and asked him to help me put on the lotion (this is my most frequently used magic weapon): “Behind you to help me put on it!” When his cold hands moved to my waistline and breasts, the area that had just been washed was immediately soaked.
“Oh! You made it yesterday, do you want more today?” He laughed on one side and took advantage of the situation to hug me.
tease
[Breasts, belly, and that most shy part of the body are exposed in front of her husband’s eyes. The husband suddenly climbed up …….]
He buried his whole face between my breasts each time, screamed, “Ah!” , and collapsed. Is this the usual husband, is it just a bland nature? Or is there something to it, in any case it takes a long time before triggering an action. In the case of that day, did he really want it? Or did he not want it? I can’t even figure it out.
When we first got married, I had a supreme fondness for that gentlemanly attitude of his, but after a year, it felt as if something was missing, and the intercourse seemed a little too infrequent.
It was one of those days when my husband was lying on the bed and I took the initiative to lean over, humming and hawing and hitching a ride while touching that part of him.
Before long, his thing bulged a little, and I held it, feeling so hard. I leaned into his face and grunted, “Hold me!” The words came out of my mouth, without even thinking about them, but as soon as they were out of my mouth, I was bold enough to reach down and pull off his pants while he fumbled to undo my bra.
It was so nice to be up there, and I got bolder and bolder, moving freely, exposing my breasts, my belly, and that place to my husband’s eyes, and then I got even more proud and indulgent as I amplified my boldness to jiggle.
At first, my husband just stared at me without looking away, but then, somehow, suddenly climbed up, lifted me down, rode on top of me, and then cracked the part that had gotten hard all over me.
“Ah! I ……” I screamed, leaving dots of clear liquid on the trajectory of his walk …… “Hurry up… …”
It was another off-the-cuff remark that I didn’t even think of myself, and it was indeed the first time in my life that my he wasn’t the same as he used to be.
“Claim it in your mouth first and see how big it is!”
When he said that, he held the hot thing out in front of my eyes, and I felt a rush of heat and thirst in my throat.
When he finally got inside me, it was indescribable; it was like I was floating and traveling through space!
My husband said, “Bravo!” which sounded to me as if it came from a mountain far, far away. Suddenly, the lighter on the nightstand fell to the floor. Suddenly, the lighter on the nightstand fell to the floor, and I was awakened by the fact that my husband was hanging limply over me, weighing me down. His eyes were closed, and how cute those risky eggs seemed! I gently wrinkled the tip of his nose and slowly and gently left his body.
Performance
[I purposely stick my hips out in front of my husband, who can’t even hold back and takes off my clothes. My plan worked!
We were hooked on tennis as a couple, so we were always fit. Every Saturday is our day to practice.
Last Saturday we went to our usual hour-long practice, still sweaty from playing for an hour in the cold winter weather, but also with a wave of fastidious fatigue. We walked home at a brisk pace and climbed the stairs, I had a good joke planned in my mind.
The first thing I did when I got home was to change I deliberately turned my hips toward him as I took off my tennis outfit, he happened to close the door to my room with his backhand at that moment, and as soon as he saw my position, he immediately came up and took off my skirt for me, and then he reached in through the crack under my straddle and touched my nub as swiftly as if he were raping me.
I was so touched that my whole body went limp on the floor (in fact, I was pretending to do so), and my husband pressed his mollycoddled hard-on against my buttocks, and his hands came around to my front and grabbed my breasts so hard that he had turned into a wild animal! Just then there were footsteps at the doorway, as if someone from upstairs had gone downstairs, and I grunted, “No, someone will come!”
Only after withdrawing like this for a petite moment, my husband couldn’t help himself and picked me up and rolled onto the bed together. He couldn’t stand it for even a moment, and as soon as he pushed me down, he thrust in. My place is not completely wet, feel a little pain, but also feel like playing tennis after finishing gymnastics like piston movement, very rhythmic, unknowingly with my husband’s movements in close coordination.
Because it was broad daylight, even the undulation and fluttering of his stomach could be seen clearly, and the penis that went in and out regularly and the tangled pubic hairs were …… intensely arousing.
Both of us had goosebumps on our skin denoting an orgasm, which probably took half the usual time, the difference being that he was going out with a slutty tickle that made me squirm involuntarily as my husband looked at me and said:
“Do you want to do it again? Women are horrible!”
“No way! You’re the one who wanted it out of the blue! And you’re talking about me!”
“Well, you were beautiful just now when you were playing tennis, you looked so united, you’re still very young!”
“Really?”
“Of course it’s true, you’re awesome!”
The husband there would know that this whole thing was my show!
Morning Love
[One morning, my husband saw my back in the kitchen and suddenly got excited. Even that messy hair is sexy, he said ……….]
“Ah!”
I accidentally dropped the bread in my hand on the floor, because this deadbeat suddenly reached behind me and grabbed my breasts, and then he huffed and puffed and blew on my back. I wasn’t even wearing a bra, and when he touched me, my nipples got hard right away.
He had just gotten up too, and that place was still so big, bulging to the point of cracking from all the night’s pampering. Pushing something like that against my hips and waist gave me goosebumps all over, where could I stand?
I hurry back under the covers I just crawled out of and grunt:
“You’ll be late for ……”
“You forgot, it’s the third Saturday, a vacation!”
His mouth said decent things, but his fingers were not decent.
“Kids go to school, don’t they?” Said the man, one hand already sliding down his thigh to the stamen side.
I closed my eyes, vaguely thinking, “If I look at that place in the light, I wonder what has become of it!” It only took a moment to think about it, and then I couldn’t think about it anymore!
“Lick it!” His cock had come up under my nose, was salivating and waiting, and I articulated it, how lovely, and yet, how horrible!
I played my flute desperately, and he moaned, “I can’t stand it ……”, and why shouldn’t I, wishing he’d hurry up and punch my stamen. If it stayed exposed to the morning air like this, it might die! I couldn’t hold back any longer and struggled desperately, but he didn’t know how to show any mercy at all and forced me to take a standing position. He lowered his waist and kept rushing up from the hot spot between my legs, my knees were weak at the knees and he couldn’t get in with several back and forth strokes. Ahh! I couldn’t stand it, imagine that, both breasts swaying heavily!
When I returned to the normal position, I was honestly relieved to know that under this position I would be able to forget everything!
According to him, when I stand in the kitchen in the morning, he can’t stand the back of a good wife, and he said, “My hair is all messed up from sleeping, and it’s so sexy when it’s just tied up at the back of my head!” If I had to say it, I’d say, “The one when I first wake up in the morning is the one I can’t stand!”
Without panties.
[My husband lifted up my skirt, and when he saw that I was not wearing anything, he seemed to be shocked, and immediately pushed my legs away, which was really rough!
I sometimes don’t wear panties – not every day, of course, but after an earlier shower, I find it especially refreshing to wear nothing under my dress. Of course I don’t feel safe when there’s a gust of wind blowing, but the feeling of liberation outweighs everything else. In fact, no one would ever know I wasn’t wearing panties, it’s just that I’d feel a little immoral and a little nervous, so I’d unconsciously walk around with my legs a little tighter together.
That said, my husband seemed to know about it, because he said something like, “You’re especially sexy today!” He was right, even I felt like I was more sexy than usual.
But there was an even bigger change than that, and that was that there was nothing extra between the legs, rubbing against each other every time they walked. It s embarrassing …… to say so, it feels weird, as if it has turned into another animal, and that place seems to be out of control, gasping for breath on its own.
Once, when I had just taken off my underwear, my son, who was playing outside, suddenly cried, and I immediately ran out, but as soon as I did, I felt an itch there, and I couldn’t even take a step! It was probably the tension from the emergency that had an incredible effect.
Sometimes I purposely dial up some signals to politely let my husband know that I’m not wearing anything underneath, sometimes my legs are suddenly folded and put down, and other times I’m just a little bit squishy……. Of course all of them go on as if nothing has happened.
One day, my husband was probably stimulated by the hint, a lift up my skirt, the expression of the face immediately became so wonderful, because usually there is always a piece of white cloth place, has become black, he gulped, and immediately got excited, very rough, push my legs apart and put his tongue into the inside of the …… Then the The scene a flashback, as if in yesterday!
Stripping Seduction
[After taking a shower, still wearing my bra and panties, I …… think of the monkey’s impatient hands undoing my underwear and the face pressed up against my breasts.]
On any day like that, I change a new sheet and give my husband a sign. Sometimes I spray my husband’s underwear with flower water, which is also one of the signals.
“Freshly tanned sheets are the most comfortable!” When I hear my husband mumble this, I smile triumphantly.
When I take a shower, I always let him wash first, and only when he’s done and buried under the covers do I go ahead and wash. I know that too much soap will lose moisturizing, so everything from simple, especially that place, not to wash too much, I always think that wash too thoroughly, will lose the taste that men like, so usually just mean rinse only.
After taking a shower, I still put on my underwear properly, and one thing I especially can’t skip is the bra. When my husband couldn’t wait to remove the bra, I was on the verge of an orgasm just by that feeling, and I only had to imagine my husband’s clumsy hands anxiously removing the clasps, or his whole face pressed against my breasts, biting the nipples, and a jolt of electricity passed through my whole body.
The outerwear can be bigger, but the underwear has to be snug, and what’s the point if you can take it off at once? I can’t help …… thinking of my husband fighting a small piece of cloth.
I can’t remember the day. On that day, I had to go out and when I came back, he was already back first. My husband was already sitting in the living room in his pajamas, drinking beer. I quickly went to my room to change my clothes, and when I was taking off my pantyhose, my husband came in at some point. I was shocked! The movement of my hands stopped. My husband said, “If you want to take them off, raise your feet a little!” While saying this, one pair of eyes was staring at my lower body in a horny way. As soon as I took it off, he pushed me down on the spot and unbuttoned my shirt.
Then he began to take off my corset, and this thing seemed to make it tricky for him, for it was tightly attached to my waist, and to help him take it off a little better, I twisted my waist, and with every twist I made, the more …… he gasped.
Just how much time had passed? By the time I finished everything in the room that reeked of sweat, the marks that the corset had strangled into my body had completely disappeared. Perhaps more than an hour had passed, and it was that day that I came to understand that my body had fully matured!
retaliation
[I pushed my breasts into my husband’s mouth with my own hands and then moved my fingers in front of him as I do when I masturbate ……]
Perhaps the cuter and more pathetic I looked, the more my husband wanted to bully me. Although he wouldn’t whip me, he never spared me easily. I often have purple hickeys on my neck because he sucks there as if he’s trying to swallow my neck every time, and that’s the spot where he tries to bite my stamen with his molars. Each time it was a mix of pain and pleasure and an excruciating orgasm that left me limp and unable to move afterwards.
The last time I had sex, my husband came back from a business trip, and it was after my physiology, so I can say that it has been two weeks since I had sex! During those two weeks, I thought of him bullying me like that, I had to try to get back at him, so …….
Saturday night, it was the day after my husband returned from a business trip, and if it had been a normal day, I would have screamed, “Get up!” , only on this day, as soon as I lifted the quilt, I jumped on top of him, as if children were playing. My husband woke up immediately, and my breasts were hanging down right in his face, and he reached out and grabbed them, but still with a sleepy look on his face. I said, “Open your eyes!” , while brushing! I took off my blouse with a bang, and with my own hands, I brought my breasts into my husband’s mouth!
My husband then really woke up and sat up reaching for my panties. I immediately turned around in a flash and sat down, touching up my spot with my own fingers, yes, just like masturbating, sliding my whole palm over it and using my fingers again ……
The husband said, “Let me see it again!” How can this be? He wanted to see it, so I covered it up with both palms. My husband finally relented, grabbed my legs and pushed them toward the window.
No, no, no, as soon as he tried to look I rolled over, turned my hips to him, turned around and around, and after a few repetitions, my husband’s hardness had dripped tears and stained my knees. I let the morning sunlight shine on my stamen, then after playing with my own fingers a few times, spread my palms.
Both climaxed at the same time, and that was as soon as it was inserted. I can say that I have avenged my husband by fully bullying him for once!
Bold Seduction
[Taking off my husband’s underwear and massaging him, I saw that it was bulging greatly, so I asked for the 69 position …….]
After three years of marriage, when my child was almost two years old, I became so bold that sometimes even I wondered if I would go a little too far!
When I wanted to, I sprayed more perfume on my pajamas, got under the covers, pretended to be uncomfortable, and made exhalation noises such as “Mmmm …… hmmm!”. When my husband stretched out his arm, I used one hand to gently pull his hand to his breast, and then used the other hand to touch his place through the pajamas, and said, “It’s so small.” What man wouldn’t be offended to hear that?
That anger makes that place bulge, really in an instant! When it gets bigger, I take off his underwear and massage it for him. With the index and middle fingers of my right hand, I formed a V-shape, holding his penis, with my middle finger on the top and my index finger on the bottom, massaging up and down.
In the beginning, it would often slip off, but lately my massage skills had skyrocketed and he would cum after just a few strokes like that. By that time, his thing was so big that he could barely fit it in his mouth. If I don’t do it for him, he’ll tell me, “Cutting corners!”
When it’s in my mouth, I gently lick the slit at the tip of him, sometimes gently nipping it with my teeth. In fact by that time I couldn’t resist saying, “Do it for me too!” And then change to position 69. I held my husband’s cock in my mouth and clasped my hands around his waist, and by then my lower belly was burning so hot I could hardly hold back. When my husband’s face was buried there, I closed my legs together, wanting very much to pin him with my legs and die with him.
In that tender 69, both of us forget everything, my husband’s “Great!” and my “I’m dying!” were so intertwined in the narrow bedroom that we couldn’t even catch our breath. I was gasping for air and screaming my husband’s name, and he couldn’t hold back his screams:
“You can let me in now!”
My favorite position is the normal position, where both breasts are pressed together, and my pussy nucleus is rubbed against my husband’s pubic bone, and it doesn’t take more than a few strokes to get comfortable. In the non-stop piston movement, the whole body felt paralyzing joy. Her husband’s mouth was unforgiving, and he was still saying, “It’s not small, is it? Isn’t it big?”
I had to reply, “Too big!”
soft play
My legs had to be spread as far apart as possible, and I was in pain. As a result, I was only able to make love in the normal position, but since then I have been able to crawl and come in from behind.]
Because my husband was a rugby player when he was a student, his body is still as strong as ever, even today. Of course, at night, his “energy” is also very strong. So, every night sex once, like a “family meal” like, even in the morning before getting up, also want to have sex a blow. Therefore, I gradually feel overwhelmed, so for my husband’s excessive energy, also seems to have a “hate” feeling.
When my husband comes home from work every day, he changes into a sweatshirt and does “jogging” around the house, then he comes back to take a shower, and after that, he doesn’t put on any clothes, but remains naked and does calisthenics. So I helped him to press his back or his feet. Once he asked me, “How about you do gymnastics together?”
When you think about it, calisthenics is supposed to be a form of muscle movement that seems like exercise but is not. Therefore, I planned to do calisthenics with my husband when he was doing it. However, once I started doing calisthenics, I realized that my body was so hard and inflexible that it was unbelievable that it could come to such a state.
And the husband even said this disgusting thing: “Well, that’s because you can only accept ‘face-to-face sex’! Because you can only accept ‘face-to-face sex’. So, a woman should change her position in order to be happy with both of you.”
Although his words were annoying, they were not without merit, for in the past we had confined our intercourse to the normal position, and although there was nothing wrong with it, it was only the pain in the pussy when the legs were spread as far as they could go.
Therefore, due to my husband’s constant request, gradually, I was able to accept that kind of sex position – since I started to do calisthenics for about two months or so, every part of my body, after being rubbed and caressed by my husband, my muscles became very soft, so my husband told me to lie down on my stomach and spread my legs as wide as possible. Next, my husband pressed his body on my back and inserted his penis into my vagina. Really, I didn’t even think about it, but this way is so beautiful and comfortable that it can’t be compared to having sex in the normal position. Because I had the “unconscious” illusion that my anus and vagina were being penetrated at the same time, my whole head was “spinning” and I felt a wonderful feeling of “enlightenment”.