After the arrival of the son
Mrs. picked up our three-month-old son from his crib, then unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked the cups on one side of her bra, and nursed her son.
By this time I was leaning on the bed with a book in my hand, but watching them.
The scene of Mrs. pampering her child caught my eye, “How beautiful!” I pondered in my head, unknowingly a feeling of warmth and happiness came to my heart.
My wife and I have been married for three years, she is three years younger than me, and it is really unlikely that we would have known each other in terms of age and the range of our friendships, but fate brought us together.
In fact, it is a coincidence to know her, because I was a substitute for my father to attend a friend’s wedding banquet and met her, her temperament and face are deeply attracted to me, especially the long flowing hair, fluttering back to the body, more intoxicated, so I decided on a lifelong partner in this way.
Later, after a whole year of stalking, finally she “cheated” to hand, when she had not yet graduated from the university, according to the theory that it should also be over two or three years to get married to be appropriate, but the two of us strong passionate love so that she graduated from the first after the marriage to me.
It goes without saying that the sweetly married pair live a sweet life and have a love that is hard to break up, naturally.
But having a child was hard until two years after marriage.
At first we had planned to have a child, which was not a difficult task for me and my wife, but on the one hand, because my financial foundation is not yet very solid, and on the other hand, because she is quite young, based on eugenics, so we have been contraceptives, and in any case, the parents of both sides are not encouraging us to have a child so soon.
They suggested that at our age it would be better to wait four or five years to regenerate.
I remember the wedding day night and her two to go back to the hotel, my father-in-law pulled us aside, patted my shoulder very ambiguous, said: “young man, be careful, a little restraint, your mother-in-law is still very young, do not want to be called grandmother soon.”
I’ve told you not to do it. What else can I do?
So at that time, my wife and I could only smile bitterly with our faces and nod our heads vigorously to praise our father-in-law for his wisdom.
In fact, the heart of the strange flavor “even to have a child you have to agree, then I am still a man?” I don’t know how many times I cursed in my heart.
Therefore, although we both want very much, but in the words of the public, and Mrs. also dare not make a mistake, had to readily accept good advice, let me hard to hold a few years “is not a man’s day”.
Now to the advent of my son through: think about it may really be God’s will, because she and I married by counting the safe period as well as in vitro ejaculation to contraception, although not the best step, no way, in the end, do not want to let his wife to accept the role of chemicals! I can’t bear to subject my wife to the effects of chemicals, so I’ll just have to resign myself to it.
Doing, doing, for two years did not have any problems, not to mention that before the marriage also had no less than ten experiences, and at that time young and uninformed, both unprotected, in spite of this, but also did not let her pregnant, so I two of the matter quite assured, waiting for both parents to order the “crystallization” of the moment.
But on a dark and windy night, after the movie’s aphrodisiac, and a little bit of alcohol, an inattentive, forgot to pull out at the last moment, let his wife become a mother. When she checked out the happy news, she was really happy and laughed happily at me, saying, “I’ve been there so many times before, but not as accurate as that time.”
Speaking of which, it seems that I don’t welcome children, but the fact is just the opposite, I look forward to my child more than my wife, in addition to buying a pile of pregnancy information, early childhood education, how to take care of small children, etc., and also picking up the lights at night, as if back to the time when I was studying for the university entrance exams.
Evolved to the end, Mrs. often quite a big belly, to help me brew milk, urged to take good care of the body, do not stay up too late reading and so on.
Therefore, I often two black circles under the eyes, uninformed colleagues also advised me that the newlyweds are inevitable, but also have to be a little bit of moderation, so as not to spoil the body, really makes me laugh.
During the years of her pregnancy, my favorite thing was to accompany my wife to the hospital to check, on the one hand, to see how the little one looks, on the other hand, it is also like telling the other people in the hospital that I am a man who can make my wife pregnant, and the feeling of satisfaction and self-sufficiency in my heart is even more full of joy, joyful.
Probably due to hormonal effects, my wife’s face was flushed and exuded a kind of charming elegance. It was then that I realized that a woman can only be considered truly beautiful when she is pregnant, and thus I fell more and more in love with my wife, and couldn’t bear to let her have a little labor or hurt her.
As my wife’s bout cycle gradually shortened and the pains intensified, I became more apprehensive.
Yet all this apprehension completely dissolved as the baby’s cries came out of the delivery room.
At that time, my mind was only blank with “I’m a father, I’m a father”, and I didn’t know how to describe the emotion and excitement in my heart.
It was hard to keep my dear wife from not getting enough rest for an extra week.
Mrs. also happened to go to some of the events held at the hospital, such as newborn parenting classes, postpartum care, etc. All in all, nothing happened to me while I was at the hospital.
But when my wife and son came home, I had what might be described as an adjustment disorder, and had a hard time adjusting to this new family relationship in the future.
I love my son as much as I used to, but I always feel strange, “Dad” this two syllables pronounced simple, but I can not figure out what is “Dad”, young as I am, it is difficult to accept this new identity, and I do not understand how to fulfill the responsibilities of a father. And I didn’t know how I was going to fulfill my responsibilities as a father.
On the other hand, perhaps because of her maternal instincts, Mrs. Ikeda’s care for her children cannot be described as “competent”.
The other is that I don’t know how to establish a new relationship with my wife. In the past, my wife spoiled me to the utmost, but after the birth of my child, she has left me alone, not caring much about my feelings, or perhaps deliberately ignoring my thoughts, and I don’t know what to do, just like an emperor who has lost his power.
What’s more, now that the focus of the family is on my son, I honestly feel not only a sense of loss, but also a great sense of loneliness.
I suddenly realized that I grew up under the care of many people, since childhood I have always been the palm up, only to get and do not know how to give, no wonder the family will oppose us to have a child at a young age, because I can not appreciate how to be a competent father, and suddenly turn down the palm of the upward accustomed to make me extremely uncomfortable.
After work, I walked to my son’s bedroom, and my wife was in there with him. I went up to my wife and hugged her around the waist, watching her tease her child in that sweet, feminine, delicate manner that now seemed very strange.
I’m not sure what’s missing between the two of us at the moment, but it always feels quite distant.
“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Mistress asked me with great concern as she noticed me fidgeting in my arms.
My brain recovered quite a bit at that reminder.
“It’s nothing…” I replied with a bit of a stutter, and then changed the subject “Eee… did you listen to mommy today, kiddo? Did you miss daddy?”
I give my son’s delicate cheeks a squeeze, and he suddenly stops smiling and sits in his crib with a serious expression, his eyes not moving as he gazes at me.
At this point I felt embarrassed that even my son did not recognize me as an old man.
“Look at you scaring him,” Mrs. glared at me, picking him up and walking around the bedroom.
“Good boy, it’s all Daddy’s fault,” the wife teased her son by touching her nose to his between her noses “Smile…”.
Watching my wife and son together, a sudden feeling of isolation came over me, and I felt myself unable to break into their world, just as an iron nail cannot break into a thick steel plate.
“Can I really be a dad?” I doubt it.
Mrs. walked back to the bedroom after settling her son down.
I sneakily ambush her behind the door and as soon as she walks in I grab her from behind and reach out to press my hands against her chest, squeezing her breasts hard through her shirt and stroking them nimbly with my five fingers.
Mrs. was too late to physically defend herself before I attacked.
Her breathing grew rapid, her soft breasts firming up under my caresses.
The part of me that was rising a little sadly pressed against her hips, and my wife’s writhing body from my caresses drove her hips to stimulate me.
Each time the soft fleshy buttocks pressed against my rod, the reactionary force of the rod’s upward thrust intensified.
I let out a low cry as the palm of my right hand reached down to my wife’s smooth belly, adding another force to press my hips even more.
His left hand lifted the hem of his wife’s skirt and reached into her panties.
The entire palm of her hand pressed against the soft body of the fluffy touch, separating the thin slit with her index and ring fingers, her middle finger pressed against the warmth, sliding up and down to caress it.
“Ah… ah…” the Mrs. made a soft sound.
The hand went deeper, cupping her slightly raised nub.
Almost frantic, the Mrs. turned her head and kissed me, raising her arms high and wrapping them back around the back of my neck, her tongue hungrier than my fingers, fiercely seeking mine.
I pushed my wife onto the bed, following the momentum and pinning her under my body.
The swell clamped down on the soft buttocks and that wonderful feeling went straight to my heart.
Slowly moving it a bit, it suddenly felt more rigid with intense arousal.
“It feels so good…” my mouth opened slightly, my whole body enveloped in the atmosphere of spring.
My middle finger went deep into her flesh, and the mysterious liquid moistened my palm. Mistress endured these intoxicating stimuli, her tender hips swinging fiercely, driving up the swell I pressed against her top.
I could hardly stand it and began to sympathetically undulate my hips in a general way, applying pressure back and forth on my wife’s buttocks.
The bed’s springs vibrated an otherworldly melody.
“Wait… just wait…” the Mrs. said pleadingly as she gasped for air from my pressure.
I stopped moving and couldn’t wait to turn my wife over, my palms already eagerly reaching into her blouse as I gripped my wife’s breasts, my thumbs touching the tips of her nipples sharply back and forth.
The tips of Mrs.’s breasts gradually hardened.
I leaned in close to her ear, my lips gently sucking and nibbling on her earlobe, “Today already? I need you to…”
Haven’t had sex with her in over 6 months because of pregnancy.
Mrs. indulged in the pleasure of caressing, and in a vague tone, with a very garbled breath, said, “Whatever, yes, I’m really good at it…”
Mistress pressed down on my caressing hand, leading it to her orgasm.
Mrs.’s reaction was unexpectedly warm, and no wonder, we hadn’t been together for six months.
Eagerly and roughly, I undid her blouse, revealing a bra that had been pulled halfway down, the reddish tips of her nipples standing out full against her white, defined breasts, her petite breasts ballooning, a bit of a firm brevet tender without being too flabby.
The pink areolas expanded and protruded rapidly, filling the front of the peppered breasts.
I reached out and caressed her with both hands, one on each side.
“Mmm… mmm…” the Mrs. moaned lowly.
I lowered my head and moved closer between my breasts, sticking my tongue out to lick and touch her tantalizing cleavage.
A saliva-covered tongue traced the white cleavage, leaving a shimmering sheen.
“Uh… ah…”
Tingling currents drilled into my bare breasts and I knew my wife was completely submissive.
Matching me, she reached out in a trance and gripped my hard rod in her palm through her pajama pants.
“Oooh…” and I did everything in my power not to make a sound out of me.
I can’t help it, but I can’t yet, my wife isn’t wet yet. It would be uncomfortable for both of them to go in at this point.
Continuing to linger on her breasts for a moment, I shift my target.
The hand holding her breasts moved to her skirt and skillfully removed her long dress.
The center of the white panties with lace piping looked like it had been drenched with water, there was a wet mark, and the dark black pubic hair looked like a layer of hairy glass.
Fingers went in again to please her.
“Ahh…” she said, twisting her naked torso in style.
The right hand tugged at the sling, pulling it upward in bursts, the silk rubbing against the deep sides of her thighs.
The intense pleasure caused her to push her belly upward.
“Can I take it off now…” and I fought back the desire that was about to explode.
“But…” the Mrs. slurred, spitting out a few syllables.
This is the time…
I pulled back her panties, her moistened bottom bright red like a blooming rose.
I picked her up and my wife pulled down my pajama bottoms more fiercely than I did.
The hard cock was exposed in front of his wife’s face, the mostly exposed glans glistening with desire in the soft light along with his wife’s pussy lips.
The Mrs. reached over and took hold of me, removing the foreskin to reveal the wet glans as well as the umbrella.
She lowered her head to take me in, but I moved away from her.
Considerate, she knew the intention and matched my advance, spreading her feet wide to meet my entry.
I end my swollen rod and slowly rotate the glans in her hole, then with a jerk of my hips, I send the whole thing into her. “Ahh…”
The madam looked like a yellow girl who had tried the clouds for the first time, and her whole body stepped back unnaturally.
We both cut out any foreplay, and we both had it in each other’s minds that I couldn’t quench the hunger I’d been feeling for the past six months without being inside her.
I tucked in my belly, withdrawing slightly so I could feel the pleasure the walls of her body were giving me.
Taking a deep breath and relaxing the small of his back, he thrust in again, then with a thrust of his hips, he drove the entire rod into his wife’s body.
“Ah…” the Mrs.’s moan was clear and thin.
Her feet clamped down on me and the walls of that mystery zone clamped down on me.
Warmth came one after another from the place where they met, warming the cold rod.
I began to pump continuously, and although clenched, my pussy, already lubricated with love juices, let me in and out without difficulty, and each time I sent it as deep as it would go, as if she were sucking me in.
The bed rocked violently back and forth.
Mistress opened her mouth slightly, mmming and panting, her legs tightening around my waist as she pumped.
No position seemed to satisfy both of us for any length of time, so I kept changing, either holding her left leg and engaging her in a kneeling position, grasping the young white buttocks and entering from behind, or laying on my side and propping up her legs to enter.
As the movements became more and more intense and the cycles of in and out shortened, their cries of pleasure gradually grew obliviously louder and louder.
After so many days of abstinence, I had masturbated to satisfy some of my desires, but it was never as pleasurable as with my wife. What was even more comforting was that I lasted for several minutes and still didn’t feel aroused.
“We can have some good sex today.” I reckoned happily in my mind.
“Ah… mmm… hold… hold me…” the Mrs. screamed dreamily.
Her flushed cheeks, slightly open mouth and lips, and rippling breasts tempted me to grab her hungrily, and I couldn’t help but reach out with both hands, pinching the tips of her tits with the fingers of my right hand, or holding her breasts with all five fingers; my left hand was moving around the slit that was being stretched open by my rod, caressing the lips of her pussy, or squeezing and kneading her sexy little mounds, and all of them were forcing her to the pinnacle of sensuality.
Mrs. gazed at me with affection, a rising pretty face so red that it seemed to be telling me that she was so contented and happy.
Just as we were both drowning in waves of back-and-forth pleasure, just as my gasps turned into howls of “Ah… ah…”, a deafening cry suddenly came from the next room.
Similar to a deflated leather ball, the originally firm as a chime stone penis was instantly deflated and collapsed into his wife’s soft and wet pussy.
Mrs. hurriedly pushed me away, got up, threw on her robe, and ran to the next room to calm her son, who had been awakened by the sound of our ungrateful screams of pleasure.
In a few moments, his son’s whimpering subsided and disappeared.
“Boy! Don’t cry! Mommy and Daddy are right next to you!” Mrs. walked back to the bedroom, not forgetting to reassure her son.
Then Mrs. crossed her arms, a pair of watery eyes glaring at me, slightly frowning, with a look of “it’s all because of you” angry face.
“Well… who told you to be so tantalizing…” I replied with my tongue out in mock innocence.
Mrs. didn’t say a word, turned her head away to ignore it, and then went to bed, turning her back to me.
I was in a hurry. I couldn’t go into a dream with a full head of steam.
I leaned my body over and reached out to pat her shoulder, “Ma’am, I want more yeah…” there against her hip, telling her about me.
“Don’t, the baby is protesting.” Mrs. said a little upset.
“But this is sad.” I said leaning into her face.
“It’s okay, doing less is good for your body.” Mrs. said coldly, probably because my earlier conversation angered her.
“But it’s all up, and just now… if there hadn’t been sex just now that would be fine, but… but…” I demanded of her, almost pleadingly.
The Mrs. turned around at that moment and pulled her face down to look at me.
I knew she was gambling.
“All right! Okay!” I give her arm a shake.
“All right! Okay! Just do as you say…”
Mrs. reluctantly took off her pajamas “I can’t stand you.”
My wife, who originally didn’t want to continue with Dunlop, couldn’t resist me, so she agreed to do so.
So I once again wandered in through the door she had opened for me, picking up where I had left off, but without the moans to accompany me, it was a bit of an unfulfilling experience.
As I pumped again, I secretly opened my eyes and looked at her, my wife’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed, the expression of lust from a moment ago was gone, and even her body had become unusually soft, and did not match the rhythm of my entry and exit.
Indeed, she had really lost interest.
I pouted my lips as I pumped.
That’s so spoiled for a word.
The seconds ticked by and the Mrs. frowned even more tightly when she saw that I hadn’t come out yet.
Seeing this, I don’t think it’s like she’s in Dunlop with her husband, but rather like she’s being raped.
That look was all the coldness, displeasure, and disgust that I had never seen since my marriage.
I’m kind of amazed that women’s sexual desires can fall from infinitely large to infinitely small in a very short period of time.
For such a saintly woman I began to feel it was wrong to desecrate her.
So I hurriedly brought myself to orgasm and then immediately withdrew from her, too embarrassed and afraid to continue occupying myself.
When I plastered myself on top of her in a sweaty mess, she didn’t act at all like a woman who hadn’t had sex in six months, or like a newlywed who was gently and lovingly paralyzed in my arms and pampered me, instead she pushed me away and then admonished me in a motherly tone of voice: “You have to go to work tomorrow, go to sleep now… “
I was forced to do nothing but puff out my cheeks and sulk with my back to her.
I know it’s for my own good to go to bed early, but shouldn’t a married couple put aside all the business and enjoy themselves? She didn’t treat me like this before she gave birth.
So I’ve been nagging at it, always feeling not as close as I used to.
I have to admit that life has changed a lot for both of us, especially when it comes to our sex life.
I remember a year or two after we got married, in our love nest, full of romantic love and hot lust, inseparable us almost anywhere can become a storm triggered by the place. The bathroom, the couch, the floor, the walls, and the stairwell all had their share of craziness and passion.
I’ll never forget the first time I pressed her against the wall, lifted her left thigh with my right hand, and stood up to enter her; I’ll never forget the first time we made love with our mouths, the first time we entered her backside, and the first time we were pinned down by her tits; we were even so intense that we drenched our whole bodies with a lot of fruit juice, and then we licked each other’s bodies, faces, breasts, buttocks, legs, etc. She even spread jam on my dick to show how much she loved me, and sucked me with her flexible and intense tongue and lips, or took me in whole, or spread strawberry jam all over my body with her fingers. To show how much she loved me, she spread jam all over me, and sucked me with her flexible and fierce tongue and lips, either taking me in whole, or spreading strawberry jam all over my tip with her fingers, or biting, or sucking, or licking me furiously.
Then they licked each other until both mouths were sore and tired, and then they began to engage in a deep body attack and defense battle.
The two naked bodies were tightly entwined, with short cycles of vibration at their densest points.
Sinking into the ocean of desire, the two kept changing various coitus techniques, in order to get the maximum pleasure, the most intense loss of consciousness, until I had to ejaculate my semen as the male protagonist, glittering with the crystal luster of the liquid flowed all over her breasts after the end.
Yes, the white, slimy fluid between my wife’s cleavage under her firm breasts was a sign of our love for each other at its highest point.
The old days were so beautiful, but now my “little slut” is gone, suddenly she is so far away, suddenly so inaccessible.
By now despite all my teasing, she was not as active as before, just cooperating with me, as if she was forced to do some kind of homework she didn’t like, not only was she uninterested, but the look of contempt that came out of her eyes frustrated me, and even made me feel guilty, and that it was the most unforgivable offense to violate such a supremely pure and innocent mother.
It was very hard for me to accept that an intense little slut before giving birth should suffer from sexual frigidity afterward, and I even wondered to the point of wondering if the doctor had hit the wife with some kind of drug during the delivery process that made her this way.
So I retreated myself to a second place, and became a man who only asked for intercourse to appease my erection, and even the midnight dream of an erection made me feel quite guilty
The water and milk of the past is no longer, so these months, lovemaking, for her, has long become a routine, to fulfill the obligations of a married couple living together, and for me it has become a purely animalistic desire, and completely lost the wonderful feeling of the spirit and flesh as one, it’s really boring.
Excitement in the Ordinary
Xiao Lin is a famous veteran in our company, people are thirty years old, but refused to get married, in fact, he is not bad, but it is his attitude and his physical needs to scare away a few girlfriends. Because this man is tall and strong, a hundred and eighty-something centimeters tall makes him look like an ox, and energetic, daily physical needs are more than ordinary people.
I remember when I first entered the company, then he had a good girlfriend, the first time and he went to bed with him on the strength of his night a few sex scared away, and it is said that each lasting time is no less than ten minutes, no wonder the woman will be scared away, I really do not know that his innate ability to create sperm in the end there is no limit.
After they broke up, Xiao Lin can’t forget her and asked me to be the peacemaker between them, but the woman refused to return to him.
According to her, when they had sex for the first time, she was really satisfied, no matter the skill, time and so on. Less than an hour he had to once again, then she did not feel how, anyway, boyfriend, but the next three, four, five times Xiaolin is more and more courageous, once longer than once and more fierce, so she was made to lose sexual interest, not only to pour out all the appetite, but also the cause of her feet ache, the place is also spasmodic and difficult to walk, the next day had to take a leave of absence to recuperate.
“If I keep going out with him,” she crossed her legs and lit a cigarette “won’t I even have to do anything, just eat and wait all day for him to come home and fuck me?”
Then she exhaled a smoke ring and said in an aggravated tone “Worse, fuck him in bed one day.”
I laughed bitterly, indeed, I believe that to be the case. After a snub, the only thing to do was to go back and tell Kobayashi that she was hard up against it, and Kobayashi didn’t do anything about it except shrug his shoulders.
Since there is no regular sexual partner to solve the needs, but the body does not allow abstinence, so they have to go to the windy places from time to time.
I think he’s probably been hurt so much that he has a very strange attitude towards women.
He once said, “After getting married, besides being tied to that woman and not being free, what’s worse is not being able to enjoy the many beauties in the world. I, Kobayashi, was born into this world to fill those women’s empty holes, and so many women need me, so how can I get married… .”
At that time, I naturally scoffed at this attitude, because my fact is that a loving wife is better than a life of debauchery, and we are exceptionally in love, so I was intoxicated in the newlyweds, very naturally will not do so.
But surprisingly, when Kobayashi asked me to go to a Japanese-style sauna on the outskirts of the city, contrary to my previous refusal, I hesitated for a while and then agreed to his invitation.
“Am I really changing?” I guessed darkly.
So he and I and a couple of younger male coworkers went to meet up after work.
I didn’t call my wife because I was afraid of confessing everything the moment I heard her soft voice, and I really didn’t know what excuse to break to get past her inquiries.
Our destination was a Japanese-style sauna on the outer ring road on the outskirts of the city, and Kobayashi said that a Japanese-style place would be better suited for us “uninitiated rookies”.
The drive is about forty minutes or so.
As soon as we entered the large reception hall, there were a number of young ladies in their early twenties dressed in Japanese kimonos to usher us in, a few of whom were very familiar with Lin and frequently pampered him, while Lin also embraced the two chicks with one hand and stroked their well-proportioned and slender bodies at will, and then turned his head to us and said, “Do you want to drink some wine and eat some small dishes first? “
For a moment a few of us looked at each other in disbelief, and when he saw that we could make absolutely no judgment, he took us to the restaurant to eat first.
In fact, we couldn’t make a decision and followed his advice – after all, he had a lot of experience.
Seeing such an opulent three warm, I really opened my mouth wide, only to realize that the previous thought that the wind and moon places are all lit with a dim red light bulb, there is nothing special, is straightforward to a man and a woman in bed idea is how ridiculous.
Not only is the decor exquisite, and even the waitress is also bright and beautiful, under the loose kimono is how many men a reverie will be breathless.
No wonder Kobayashi stopped by, even without getting married.
Their restaurant is, to put it bluntly, a sort of touchy-feely tea attached to a sauna, and as we walked past men and women of all shapes and sizes, the occasional pouting of waitresses and lewd laughter of customers was heard between our ears.
I don’t think anyone would mind if we “did our business” anywhere in this restaurant as long as we weren’t afraid of being watched, because I noticed that on the sofa next to one of the tables, an obese man was pressing down on the half-naked waitress, his bloated and fat buttocks undulating up and down in the waitress’s crossed legs, and the waitress’s exposed buttocks were making the high class sofa squeak. The waitress’s naked hips shook the high class sofa with an ear-splitting squeak, and her left leg, which had a pair of black nylon velvet panties hanging from it, vibrated up and down in time with the rise and fall of the man’s hips.
The old and oily man opened a greasy mouth, from time to time from the mouth overflowing with saliva issued a burst of strange sounds like a wolf howling, the waitress exaggerated screams echoed in the dark red light of the restaurant, but the men and women in the restaurant are indulging in their own carnal desires, do not care about, do not pay attention to them in the slightest.
After walking a bit, true to what I just said, there were indeed different customers and different waitresses repeating the same thing.
Our group of five sat at table five near the counter, a spot that just overlooked the entire dimly lit restaurant.
I scanned the whole situation as if I were peeping, and in addition to the fat man who was more prominent just now, table 11, which was about five meters to the left, also caught my attention.
The seated waitress was topless under the tabletop at the customer’s place, her lowered head moving up and down from time to time, holding something in her hand that she couldn’t see in the dim light and sucking on it, while the customer she was serving lay on her back with her mouth open, opening and closing it as if she were a fish out of a pool.
“What are you thinking about?” A flamboyantly dressed waitress asked me.
Looking at her bright red lipsticked lips, I was reminded of what happened at table eleven, the same way I don’t know how many guests have been pleased before kissing you.
Suddenly I felt disgusted with them.
I turned my head away from her and ignored her, and my face was less than kind.
The waitress who was serving me in that order, when she saw that I didn’t care about her, she rubbed her nose in it and went to play around with Xiao Lin and the others, while I didn’t care about them, and drank my wine and ate my food without bothering about them.
After ten minutes or so, Kobayashi’s group of men and women had become very animated and their movements began to be obscene.
Usually looking all civilized, Armin’s hands were now moving under the skirt of a waitress, causing her to lie on top of him with a rough and strange cry.
Even Ching, who had just come to our company, rubbed his breasts and groped the buttocks of one of the waitresses, who looked to be only 15 or 16 years old.
He was more daring, letting one of the waitresses stick her hand down his pants and play with it, asking her to count how many he had.
Not to mention Kobayashi, naturally.
I was the only one who just sat there dumbfounded because the waitresses didn’t think I was too good to serve and left me alone.
It wasn’t long before it was Kobayashi who let out a strangled cry first, sticking his palm out of the skirt of a waitress and licking the moistened palm with his tongue.
Then each person very silently and individually got up and had to wash the sauna.
Thinking that I’m not good like this anyway, I’m going home.
But Kobayashi said, “Ugh! It’s so rare for everyone to come out and have a good time, so this is not enough, is it?” So he went to find the mom-san who was managing it and asked her to give me a new one instead.
Before I could say no, Mamasan arrived.
A certain day, a certain sauna, a certain bath.
Mamasan brought me a doll-faced waiter with a lovely, clean-cut look.
I looked at her and all the disgust I had just felt for the waitress was gone.
“Definitely not over twenty.” I read in my mind.
Kobayashi saw that my attitude had changed, so he put his arm around the two ladies he knew so well and walked into the other cubicle. “Go enjoy yourself!” Kobayashi suddenly turned around and smiled wickedly at me as he entered the cubicle.
I wasn’t sure what to do when the waitress had come up to me and introduced me to her by name, only I didn’t remember it in my own wanton admiration of her.
She led me by the hand into one of the cubicles.
The sound-proof equipment in the cubicle was a bit poor, and as she and I walked along the narrow corridor, we could hear from time to time the lustful sounds of men and women having sex in the cubicle.
“Is it really that pleasant to conquer a strange woman?” I wondered to myself, “My wife and I used to be…”
“Cut!” The waitress opened the door, pulling me back from my fantasy into the real world.
She ushered me into the cubicle she was in charge of.
As soon as he opened the door, a blinding light suddenly entered his eyes and there was a surge of steaming heat.
I blinked once, adjusting to this luminosity, and then took a closer look, and what met my eyes was an oval bath set into the floor, with a small difference between the long and short axes, so to speak, of about three meters in diameter.
About two meters off to one side of it was a double bed covered with white sheets, presumably in consideration of having a place to do it when certain guests didn’t feel like getting it on in the pool.
I took a good look around, very airy decor, very moody.
“No wonder some people don’t like to do it at home and prefer to spend more money to have sex with their wives in hotels.” I recalled the joke in the newspaper a while back when a very cute couple had sex in a hotel room and were confronted by the police during an inspection.
The waitress familiarly pressed some buttons, the soft music sounded immediately, and the rustling water began to pour into the pool without stopping.
I stood in such a daze that I didn’t realize that she had taken care of some work and had come back to me.
She and I looked at each other, and I don’t know if it was professionally trained or not, but I noticed that her white-looking face showed a face that was devoted to me, and there was absolutely no sense of having been through the ages.
My heart was beating violently.
I lifted her cheek and examined her more closely, thinking instead at this point that she should still be a student, eighteen at most.
She skillfully removed the clothes from my body, and then removed the kimono herself, with a grace and lack of redundancy, not knowing how long she had been in the business.
I looked at her naked body from the sidelines, her skin was so smooth, as if it was as white as white paper.
The areolas on her petite breasts were nevertheless extremely large, and the pink nipples against the white breasts were reminiscent of the Japanese flag.
The dark area where the upper and lower bodies met was not vast, with sparse pubic hair staggered deep in her thighs. She reminded me of my wife’s dark place, and then surprisingly my heart raced.
“Damn! Thinking about her for what?” I cursed harshly at myself.
I looked at her quietly, why would she want to work in this kind of industry? At her age, she should be wearing pretty clothes and laughing with her classmates with a beautiful smile on her face…
I feel that this is a gold-digging society.
Openly, I asked her, “How old are you now?”
Instead of being surprised, she said in a tired, slight voice, “Seventeen.”
“Wow! I can’t believe… can’t believe… this… this… so how many customers do you serve in a day?” I asked back, a little surprised, and even though I guessed correctly, I couldn’t help but be surprised.
That’s when she looked up at me abruptly, her eyes filled with doubt, wondering if I was a cop.
I panicked for a moment and replied with a look into my heart, “Don’t worry, I’m not a cop, I’m just curious.” to get rid of the doubt in her mind.
So she let out a breath and replied, a little tired but not unprofessionally, “Seven or eight there a day.”
She paused for a moment and uttered, “I’m not like the ones on the street, it’s nice to pick up fewer, but to play, I have a high price tag…”
It seemed she was very proud of the fact that although she was a prostitute, her style was different.
I continued, “So why did you do it?”
I hope she answered sold or forced, because the world is still a good place for me.
“No money to spend, okay?” She spoke back to me a little impatiently.
“God… this is so unexpected…” I rolled it around in my head.
I wanted to go on and ask why she would do it willingly? Why did she disregard the advice of others? But suddenly I felt embarrassed and stopped there.
She then crouched down and knelt next to the bath, shaking the water in the pool with her hand to see if it was just the right temperature.
I stood and watched her white back, sighing a little in my heart that such a girl was spoiled.
“If she goes into show business, even if she doesn’t make it big, she’ll certainly be a minor celebrity, at least it’s better than being a prostitute.” I thought in my mind.
In a few moments, she led me down to the pool, grabbing my arms with one hand and scrubbing my torso inch by inch with the sponge.
As if included in the program of her services, she touched me from time to time with her delicate body, thus slowly triggering the customer’s lust.
“My friend they should be doing it already! That monkeying around just now. Ha! Ha!” I thought of Kobayashi and the others and gave her a haha.
She suddenly smiled and said, “Yeah! I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t in a hurry like you?”
I almost spat out my tongue. Turns out you can do your business as soon as you walk in the door, and I thought…
Like very proud “There isn’t a man who doesn’t put his arms around me when I take off my kimono.”
I nodded, she did have such pride, but there shouldn’t be anything to be proud of, should there?
After the program in the pool, she asked me to lie down on the edge of the tub and let her “service” me, which I did.
She rinsed me off with water, then poured the entire bottle of body lotion over me, stroking skin-to-skin with her delicate hands, slowly moving back and forth from the end of my neck, my chest, my stomach, my legs, and between my lower body.
“Do you know that the market price of this body wash is two hundred tops, but how much it costs here?” She looked at me as someone to talk to and spoke to me.
“I don’t know.” I answered her.
It’s like a foreign wine from a place that eats spring liquor. I can’t believe it’s a body lotion here.
“Five thousand.” She smiled, “Four thousand of which was spent on these services.”
“Those services?” I asked knowingly.
“For example… this…”
She suddenly took hold of my somewhat swollen place.
“Worth it, worth it.” My breathing accelerates slightly and I enjoy the touches with my eyes closed.
“There’s more!” She put her hand on my lower body, and put it on my slightly hot and swollen penis, and flexibly rubbed my glans gently with her soft and slippery fingers, and with the smoothness of the foam, a kind of pleasure that went straight into my heart rose up, and I felt hot there, and gradually hardened and stood straight up.
When it was almost hard, she leaned her breasts forward, clamped them with her soft breasts and pressed her body against me, rubbing them in and out in just the right motion, not too fast and not too slow, in addition to a slight sense of ease and comfort, there were waves of pleasure coming, making me so horny.
“You know my wife and I were married for a year before we had sex this way, and you crossed a year all at once.” I said to her with a bit of a joke.
“So I’m better than your wife?”
“Is it okay not to say you’re okay?” I almost laughed out loud.
“So your wife will help you like this?” She sat down on the floor and stretched out her legs, pinning me there with the palms of her feet. The position was novel, but the movement was very awkward.
“Thank you, thank you, my wife and I didn’t really think it was possible to fuck like this” I stared wide-eyed at her open pussy door, “but that’s not very nice, is it?”
She saw me looking at her private parts like a hungry wolf and suddenly became embarrassed and gathered her feet together. “Nasty! You’re looking at people like that, they’ll be ashamed.”
“Hasn’t anyone done this before?”
“Hmph! You men don’t come to us for your own pleasure, netting us blowjobs, where do you think of us?”
“Whoa!” I didn’t want to keep hearing her complain, “What’s next for you?”
She spits out her tongue and makes a face at me. “Don’t worry, you think all we do in this business is just lying around? Our boss won’t even let us out to pick up customers without a few tricks…”
I found her to be a very articulate girl and it was quite fun to talk to her.
“Oops! It’s gone soft just talking.” She screamed out as she clamped her breasts around me again.
That’s when I noticed she was talking rather unobtrusively, and with that air of hers, I had a rough idea of what kind of school she was attending.
After some time of close contact and friction with her soft breasts, she got up again, picked up the flush and ran it over me, then she soaped her hands and massaged me very carefully, inch by inch.
I suddenly reached out and took hold of her breasts hanging in mid-air and rubbed them very roughly, but she acted like all the guests would, and she didn’t do anything about it.
“It’s smooth and soft, I wonder how it feels when I bite into it.” My mind swirled.
Then she went a step further and put her hands all over her, caressing her cheeks, her ass, and her pussy, while she remained motionless and scrubbed me.
As soon as I saw that she wasn’t making any moves, I simply aimed both my hands at her little cleft, holding her labia in one hand while my other finger traced deeper inside.
I gently pinched her nub with my forefinger thumb, and again my middle finger went deeper into her depths to rub against it.
Her whole body gradually went limp from this series of stimulation from me, and she lay limply beside me.
“Do you like this?” I asked her slowly.
“Yeah… right there… harder, harder…” she gasped.
I did what she wanted and squeezed her erect little nub more nimbly.
At the same time I got up, grabbed her pale legs, spread them out with one hand and one foot, leaned my face over to the center, stuck my tongue out and licked her, and from time to time I slipped my fingers in, turning them around or against them, making her wet and slippery with love juices.
“That’s it… that’s it… ah… ah…”
She cooperated professionally, pressing dead center against the back of my head, hard against her central area, her mouth open in a great ah-ah-chanting out.
After a while, the restless heat inside my body wouldn’t allow me to continue with oral sex, my private part was quite hard, the message of hunger was coming over and over again, it needed her caresses, it needed her to take it in and rub it against her moist and soft lips.
So burning with lust, I reached out and grabbed her breasts, pinched the nipples between my index fingers and thumbs, lifted her up by laying back on her back, and then held her head against my private parts.
“Your turn…” said I. “Wouldn’t know how to do that, would you?”
She glared at me, “You really are the most inexplicable guy I’ve ever met.”
She took my hand there again and warmed my cock, which had been standing upright in the air for a long time, a feeling I hadn’t felt for a long time, and it was obviously more comfortable than the feeling of pumping it in and out, which I compared to the dullness I had felt during my intercourse with my wife not long ago.
“I know you want to.” She giggled, “¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡”.
She proceeded to rub the tip there up and down, back and forth, over and over again, making one forget what year it was.
Whenever the pink tip was exposed, she flicked it with her outstretched tongue, but there wasn’t even the slightest hint of an embarrassed look on her face.
“Phew…” my breath hitched “… the tricks of the trade are really different when you’ve been in the ring…”
Going down immediately afterward, she lowered her head the whole way down to take in the whole thing, and in her mouth the hard cock and her flexible tongue tangled fiercely with each other.
The tip of her tongue was like a paint brush, touching me there uninterruptedly, then undulating her head up and down, her elongated tongue plate licking the middle of the place like a popsicle, her lips sliding over the tip over and over again, even skimming the umbrella at the base of the pink tip with her incisors, causing my nerves to thrill leading to full body twitching.
Time, consciousness, the world, everything was forgotten, and I don’t know if she was happily intoxicated by it, but I was excited.
After she sucked me there until I had some degree of arousal, she stopped, took out the condom and slipped it slightly over the tip, followed by another low blowjob that encased it completely.
She put the condom on me with her mouth.
She got up and spread her feet apart to sit on my upright prick.
a moment of enlightenment (usually Buddhist)
Suddenly a baby’s cry rang out in my brain, which lacked consciousness because of the intoxication, passing through my mind like lightning before completely banishing all pleasure.
Immediately after that, my wife’s semi-naked body emerged, holding my son and breastfeeding him, and her eyes turned sadly to gaze at me, glistening with tears as if she were scolding me for betraying both mother and son.
I started to get weak, just as her wetness reached my tip, stopping further action and completely losing my sexual interest.
I pushed her away and sat up, gasping for air, realizing at first glance that this was a momentary ecstasy and that my feelings for my wife remained unchanged.
I came here solely because I wanted to get back at my wife for her indifference and gambling.
But if the Mrs. found out, I don’t know what horrible things she would do if she had been spoiled since she was a child.
My God, I still love my wife.
The waitress was staring straight at me from the sidelines, not quite sure why I was stopping when the average customer was most looking forward to it.
“What? Don’t you like me?” The waitress sounded very frustrated. “It’s so hard for people to have someone they want to have sex with and…”
“I’m sorry, it’s not what you think… I just…”
At the same time, my mind kept floating back to my wife’s accusations, angry face, crying figure, and the imagined hard swung down slap hot on my cheek.
She looked at me with a bit of pity and ran her hand over my cheek in an attempt to comfort me.
Before her eyes, she turned out to be Mrs.
At this point my heart’s defenses completely collapsed and I was shaking like a helpless child.
The more I think about it, the more I’m afraid that my wife will find out about my whoring.
My mind can only be at peace if I put an immediate end to some of this ridiculousness.
So I got up and asked the waitress to help me straighten out my messy clothes, while I immediately jumped into the pool to wash off the soapy bubbles and the waitress’s body odor.
She helped me with it with a puzzled look on her face.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think that’s good for my wife. It’s okay, just charge for the service.” It was always an obligation to give someone a tangent like that, to make it clear to her.
“You’re really a strange one, I’ve never heard of coming to play and worrying about your wife, if that’s the case then don’t come in the first place.” She pouted, showing all the unworldly sophistication of a seventeen or eighteen year old.
“You wouldn’t know anything about what’s going on between my wife and me.” I picked up the robe that was on the bed and handed it to the waitress.
Tidying up my grooming I let out a breath of relief and looking at a face she didn’t know what to do with, I kissed her on her pretty face and said to her in a very pleasant mood, “You’re very pretty and your skills are very good, but I can’t be sorry for my wife… .”
She didn’t answer my words, just stared blankly at my strange guest.
After I got home, it was after midnight.
Opened the front door and found the living room light left on.
“The Mrs. is probably waiting for me,” I thought a little worriedly in my mind “How should I report my whereabouts later?”
Finally I closed the gate and locked the lock behind me, and walked in with misgivings.
Yes, the Mrs. was in there, in a loose white shirt, tilting her body and cuddling a pillow as she fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing my wife like this, I felt a little apologetic, so I tiptoed over and squatted down to whisper in her ear, “Ma’am, you’ll catch a cold if you sleep over here…”
“Hmm…” she woke up to me, rolling over then rubbing her sleepy eyes “Where were you? Didn’t even call, I was worried about you…”
I did not wait for her to finish her sentence, but had already covered her lips with my fingers, and my eyes gazed at her very tenderly, and Mrs. She also had the heart to say not a word, and thus we both looked at each other.
After a while, I reached out and lifted her cheeks with both hands and kissed her cherry lips.
Sticking my tongue in, I kissed my way into her mouth so I could suck in her sweet juices, while my hands slowly reached down to her breasts, clad only in her blouse, and caressed them, squeezing and kneading the tips of the rapidly hardening nipples.
For a long time, we both stopped making any movements and just hugged each other tightly.
The Mrs. crouched on my shoulder and gasped, “Should we go in the room…”
I shook my head, “Wait, this will look fine.”
I take a deep breath, “I’m sorry I almost apologized… .”
Mrs. She looked at me in disbelief.
I didn’t continue, I just picked her up as I walked into the room.
That night, we didn’t make love, we just told each other our concerns about all the unpleasantness of the past few days, and both of us finally realized that the birth of the child was not the end of our sweet life, we could live the same life as before, and that with more little ones, our marriage would be stronger and last longer.
Finally, in an effort to recapture the sweetness of the past, we both decided to take time off and travel, revisiting the restaurant where we had our first date, the place where my wife said yes to my proposal, and the beachfront hotel where we spent our honeymoon.
The trip was enjoyable, but even more enjoyable was that night.
I closed the door and unlocked the room in the process.
Mrs. couldn’t wait to reach out and wrap her arms around me, and I brought my head down to embrace her in a kiss, my hands resting on Mrs.’s appropriately plump hips.
I stuck my tongue out and my wife’s lips leaned in, sucking on a popsicle and mooching the tip of my tongue.
The firm, juicy breasts pressed against me and I could barely breathe.
I squeezed her fleshy ass and roughly worked my way upward to bring our two lower bodies closer together.
“Wow…” we both fell to the side on the couch.
I pulled the dress off my wife’s chest and was dazzled by the beautiful breasts encased in snow-white nipple cups.
I reached out with my right hand and slowly reached underneath and into her bra.
My five fingers contracted and gripped, my soft breasts twisting and contorting.
“Mmmm…” my wife opened her mouth slightly to gently cooperate as I caressed her as if she were playing with a piece of jade.
Mistress unbuckled her breasts and exuded young, voluptuous, sensual breasts naked before my eyes.
I grabbed the straps of my bra and threw the obstacle outward as hard as I could.
Holding her nipple between his index and middle fingers, he felt the gradual hardening from his fingers, lowered his head, stuck out the tip of his tongue and flexed it to stimulate her, then took the tip of the nipple in and began to suck on it.
The Mrs. gazed at me with affection and placed her hands on my head, touching the hair tenderly.
Invading my son’s rights, my wife’s sweet milk spilled into my mouth.
She twisted her soft body as if to minimize the pleasure the intense sucking brought her.
I shifted my target and kissed her further down.
Picking up my wife’s legs, I removed her skirt as well as her panties.
Thick pubic hair covered her slit, and the occasional quivering of her body made it radiate even more seduction.
The index thumbs of both my hands pinched her labia, and the stretched-open privates secreted a shimmering, otherworldly love juice, the reddish nubs of erect flesh hungrily begging me to pinch her, to ravish her.
“Ah…” and I pushed my head down, ready to suckle her.
The Mrs. breathed heavily, “Don’t… not now… just got back… not clean…”
“What does it matter? I just want…”
“Yuck!” Mrs. glared at me and pushed my head away. “You’re such a deadbeat, you’ve been married for so long and you’re still so willful, it’s not like you used to sneak around when you were in a relationship and were afraid of people knowing.”
After saying that, he pushed me away with his hand and stood up a little bumpily, walking towards the bathroom.
Watch as Mrs. walks into the bathroom and closes the door.
I stayed there, not knowing how to move.
Suddenly the door opened, and Mrs. poked her head out, saying with a petulant smile on her face, “Honey… why don’t you come in… I… I can’t wait…”
I don’t know how I got inside the bathroom, except that I was naked when I did.
Second honeymoon night
It was a circular bath, and I remembered that when I had been here with her on our honeymoon, it was in this steamy bathroom that we had bathed while kissing and caressing.
Somehow she quickly undressed and lay down in the bath, her naked body covered with trickling drops of water, her soft breasts heaving violently up and down as she gasped for breath, her slender hands covering the sexy part between her raised legs, rubbing it wonderfully, and her slightly opened lips moaning unceasingly.
She’s tempting me.
“Whoa! You little bad boy.” I rushed into the bath.
I braced her under the duress and propped her up off the pool.
Suddenly, my wife’s raised legs came together and snapped my head into place so that my face had to be pressed against her abdomen.
It was so close that my cheek was glued to her dark, downy, dense triangle.
“Honey, I want you to…” the wife, long past her prime, pretended to be a shy young woman, delicately asking me to lick her.
“That place?” I was so dead-set that I deliberately asked her to lead me.
“So… there…” she said while pushing my head down with her hand.
It was a bright red rose, like an early flower in the morning when the sun has not yet risen, dots of dew staining the blooming petals, the fresh nectar attracting bees to go in and collect nectar.
I, for one, am the bee that suffers from temptation.
I blew into her with my mouth, and the gust of cool air caused Mrs. to move her body, which in turn caused her petals to open and close.
“Whoo!” I whimpered with intent. Burying my face deep into hers.
The dense, soft fluff gently mooshes my face.
Love juices ran out like a tidal wave.
Fingers cupping her pussy lips, I slipped my tongue in and licked tenderly, wrenching her wet petals apart as I moved my tongue closer to attack, deeper, deeper, and deeper.
“Ah! Honey!” The Mrs.’s legs uncurl and the palms of her hands that were gripping my hair go to the floor.
It’s that erect little nub of flesh, and as soon as I get it under control, the missus is game over.
I moved to the tip of the slit and squeezed her with my fingers.
“Oooh…” the Mrs.’s body snapped to the surface, exhaling slightly.
“I can’t believe you’re still not screaming.” I thought mischievously.
So taking advantage of the sudden levitation, I took her in my stride.
“Ah…” she purred out in a clear, thin voice.
I slid my lips in time with the motion and kept sucking on the little nub of flesh, the tip of my nose squeezing slightly into the slit because my face was sticking out. Warm love juices slicked my face from the slit, mixing with my sweat and making me look like an athlete who had run a 5,000 meter race.
My hand went upward, gently caressing her abdomen, circling her navel slowly with my index finger, tickling sensations from her belly, currents of passion assaulting her consciousness from deep in her thighs, making her low calls even more captivating, sounding out of her depths, before a brief intake of breath followed.
Ah! You evil little devil!
I took hold of her breasts and had lost my loving grip on them.
Intense pleasure continued to assault her confused consciousness from one nub and both breasts, each current exploding inside her causing her delicate body to involuntarily float upward and her relaxed thighs to tense once again.
My sucking made her love juices stain the entire petal, moistening her entire pubic hair, and intoxicated me with her tenderness, making her lose herself in waves of lust.
It’s about time.
I left her body and took my cock under the water in my hand, rubbing it slowly as I moved it closer to her.
Can’t wait to practice pistoning with my wife.
The left hand grasped the wife’s right leg, ready to send it in for friction.
Mistress suddenly got up and gave me an impatient hug, her warm and slender fingers gripped my stiff rod, her cheek pressed against mine, her hungry lips and tongue kept nibbling the tip of my ear.
“Promise me you won’t be so quick, okay.” Mrs.’s voice was thin and gave me a slutty, fluffy feeling.
Her tightly pressed body body slowly slid downward, nibbling and sucking on my body.
She bit down on my nipple, just as hard as I had done to her, making my arousal rise even higher.
At the same time, she took hold of my cock and rubbed it slowly.
A tingling sensation rushes up to my brain as the circled ring formed by my index finger and thumb slides over my glans, simultaneously causing my abs to contract.
The swollen rod was swinging up and down like a simple harmonic motion with each stimulation.
The Mrs. knelt with her entire body at the bottom of the tub, took my cock in her right hand and began to suck me.
Warm lips, slender fingers, wet saliva…
She slid the tip of her tongue passionately over the flat surface, the rim part of the cap constantly being played with by the rounded lips.
The five nimble fingers of his right hand caressed back and forth over the root-like part, while his left hand cupped the shrunken scrotum, gently kneading the testicles from time to time.
The rod stiffened even more under her sucking, and the scrotum tightened under the nimble stroking.
I gasped, unconsciously holding her head down with my left hand and folding my right hand around the root of the standing part to make it easier for her to suck me off.
While my wife was moving, her eyes were raised to look at me as if she was taunting me.
Such are the consequences of having your own erogenous zones under control that there is no way you can resist the tidal wave of pleasure that flows across your body.
After a few minutes, my wife’s mouth broke away from mine and searched upward to my lips, kissing me violently.
I held her hips and bent over so that she was lying on the ground, then I was ready to send my aggressive rod into her, that slimy wall of flesh ah!
Just thinking about the sensations I felt in my wife’s meaty hole made it seem like I was going to lose my mind and turn into a beast that only knew how to rub.
I pressed my glans against her surface and was about to go further.
“Hmm… I don’t want to… it’s only been ten minutes and you want to eat me,” Mrs. deliberately used a petulant voice to get my attention “I still want to play for a few more hours… “
Wow. That’s the wife I know! That’s the kind of wife I know. She looks like a noblewoman when she’s out and about, takes care of the kids like a good mother, and is a slut in bed.
She rolled over and pinned me to the floor, then adjusted her position as she took in my straightening rod and straddled my face with her legs.
You’re already someone’s mom and you’re still like this. But I like it. She’s mine from head to toe anyway.
Once again the pleasure came into my mind, I surprisingly had to admire my wife’s tongue work, we were supposed to be pleasuring each other together at the same time, but I let go of my chance to attack her by her licking, I just lay on the floor and let her move.
“I can’t, this doesn’t satisfy me, I must start.”
I mumbled in a trance.
That’s when the Mrs. gave me one of the strongest thrills I’ve ever had.
“Wooah!”
I screamed out wildly, like a wild animal. I got up furiously, grabbed my wife’s legs and, in a standing position, I plunged straight into her cunt.
Mistress’s arms looped around the nape of my neck, and the force of the blow almost caused her to lose her center of gravity.
My hands slowly lifted her legs so that her entire body floated up, then dropped down with a jerk, my hips pushing upward with force as she closed tightly with the rod due to gravity.
“Uh huh…”
The lovely squeals of delight drove me even more nuts.
Mistress’s legs wrapped around my waist like a vine.
I moved up again, but she was already moving fiercely, and by clenching her legs together, she had enough strength to move.
Seeing her behave like this, I was suddenly moved, this kind of boudoir fun should have been created by the two people well, and abandon all the reserve, so that in the physiological will get the best satisfaction, sex is not tiresome and even terrible.
Sex life is not all of the marriage, but there can be good “communication”, at least to avoid some unnecessary family crisis.
How have we not been like this before?
I feel like I need to start getting into it too or I won’t be able to match my wife.
Instead of strong thoughts of intercourse at this point, I just wanted to get to know the woman in my arms all over again.
Laying her down on the edge of the bath, the Mrs. panted tiredly, her slightly closed brow seeming to reveal the intensity of the earlier fuck.
“Hoo… what’s wrong, dear?” She spoke up and down.
I just gazed at her with affection and then slowly stroked her without a word.
One by one, the pus-slim body, the right-sized breasts, the pink areolas, the high nipples, slipped between my fingers, either pinching the nipples with my fingers, holding her breasts in my hands, or gently mooching the smooth belly.
I opened my arms wide and caressed my upper body and legs at the same time.
The atmosphere eased.
I don’t know how many minutes passed, but my wife and I, who had stopped gasping, suddenly burst out laughing.
“Old?” The Mrs.’s refreshing smile shines on me.
“Old.” I shook my head.
“Whoa! Honey, don’t say that, I’ll be sad.” Mrs. got up and hugged me.
The Mrs.’s soaked hair was strewn across my shoulders.
I inclined my head slightly for a kiss, then leaned in close to her ear and said, “Old age, it’s you who’s old.”
“You man…” the Mrs. looked up at me, warbling but snapping.
I didn’t wait for her to finish, I had sealed her lips.
Tongues intertwined fiercely, and finally the delicate girl lost her power of defense and let me ravage her.
Breaking away from her lips, I moved to the side of her beautiful face, taking her earlobe, kissing her forehead, her eyes, the tip of her nose, and slowly I lost myself in her fat neck, lingering on her shoulders, lost between her cleavage.
She smelled so good, so fragrant.
It was the first time that not only were we physically fused as one, but even our hearts, minds and senses were tightly knit together because of my growth.
It was also the first time I felt that my sex with her was not “good” but “beautiful”.
I flattened my tongue on her nipple, using the tip of my tongue to kiss and touch the tip up and down.
Hands slid over her belly, over the velvet density.
I spread her legs again.
It’s time. This time it really is time.
“Ah! No,” my wife stopped me, “this one is different from the previous… how it was fucked… so beautiful…”
The Mrs. got up and kissed me, delicately, “I don’t want to end up in a place like this…”
I kissed her back.
“Me too…”
I picked her up and walked back into the bedroom before the two of us slid into the flat sheet.
The tip slowly traveled over the recesses of her wet, thin slit, then pushed in slightly, slightly utilizing the glans to rub against it.
Taking her tongue, he sucked in his wife’s sweet juices.
The palms of his hands either clamped and rubbed her, or applied gentle pressure to her sweet breasts.
Fingers either curled mischievously around her fine pubic hair, or made a V shape to press against her petals, stroking them back and forth.
I abruptly pushed my body forward, the swollen tip of the biker shaft rubbing over the wet flesh wall, the beautiful sensation blanking me for a moment.
Mrs. involuntarily flinched backwards.
Slowly, he withdrew until only the glans remained in the confines of the wall of flesh.
Utilizing a bit of hip technique, I went back and forth not too far but just grinded the tip against the warm walls, causing the extremely soft flesh to dip and float slightly as I worked it.
Make another effort to push in.
Pleasure raced through my spinal cord, making me feel surrounded by an unknowable tide of warmth.
I pumped out once more, and in a trance I saw two black masses of hair parting, with the bright red fountain of pleasure in the center, shimmering in gusts of soft luster under the dimly lit art lamp, and then the two masses of black hair merging again, parting, merging, merging, parting, merging…
The growing pleasure kept us afloat in a sea of sex and love, soul and carnal desire.
“Hoo… hoo… hoo… ah…” a confused snort coupled with a thick tone of voice.
“Mmm… ah… mmm… ah…” a clear, thin gasp belied the fulfillment of the desire.
The rise and fall of her hips had been a complete rush.
“No… be… don’t leave… leave me…” cried his wife, gasping in her trance.
Feet wrapped around my waist like vines, gradually strengthening in time with my rhythms.
With my wife’s feet bound, and the loss of physical strength, the pulsing of my pumping was getting to be too much.
“I can’t… I can’t…”
The restlessness inside me intensely was about to ejaculate.
Grabbing my wife’s excitedly swollen breasts with both palms and using them as a fulcrum, I pressed even deeper.
The walls of slippery flesh from lovemaking clamped down on me, and as the glans slid by, a burst of passionate electricity coursed through my brain, driving me, unconscious-like, toward a crescendo of lovemaking.
“Too… too… put… let go… to come out… to come out…”
I gasped, habitually informing my wife as this was the method of birth control we both used to use.
“Don’t… don’t… let go… ah… ah… ah…”
Before she could finish her sentence, she had already reached her climax and screamed hysterically, her hot love juices flowed out like a flood, moistening my stretching rod, and her amorous uterus had already opened the door for millions of spermatozoa.
The pumping walls of flesh and the love juices of my orgasm instantly brought me to the top.
“Gonna… I’m gonna cum… cum… cum… cum…”
Feel the semen hitting the urethra from the vas deferens and it’s just about to rush out of the body.
I slammed my rod into the deepest part of my body, and the heat of my body simultaneously exploded out in this instant, turning into a burst of heat running into my wife’s womb.
“Ah…”
My wife and I let out orgasmic cries in unison.
A jolt of pleasure pumping through my body caused me to lose my center of gravity and fall onto my wife’s supple breasts.
It seemed I could see the white, thick semen wrapping around the cervical wall, piling up in a ball deep in the vagina, slowly spreading, spreading, flowing into the uterus to pursue the egg, to fulfill the sacred mission of passing on…
The heat of the semen brought a tidal wave of excitement to the wife, her flushed cheeks glistening with excitement; loosening her clenched teeth, her peaceful and serene expression couldn’t disguise her contentment, her pleasure.
Seeing my wife’s enthusiasm tonight, I was suddenly so touched that I finally rediscovered the woman who used to mesmerize me.
“She’s my woman” I cried out in my heart “God, I’ll swear to you that I really, really will love her forever and ever, really, I swear…”
The beds were ocean-facing, and the two of us lay quietly, enjoying the quiet after the storm.
My charming wife nestled in my arms, as loving as a kitten.
There was an unspeakable bliss as the distant waves lapped against the craggy rocks and the bright moonlight slanted from the floor-to-ceiling windows into the dimly lit room.
Gazing out for no reason.
“How is it that you want to go to the third warmer? The Mrs. has pleased me so much already, it’s damned well that there should not be even a moment of betrayal of her.” I gritted my teeth secretly.
“What’s on your mind?” My wife touched her slender fingers back and forth on my chest.
“Uh… no… I didn’t…” my heart raced like my wife was reading my mind.
“How could it not be? Wasn’t it the three warmths?” Mrs. said it calmly.
How could she know…
“Oh shit, it’s over, it’s over…” and I was secretly amazed at how well informed she was.
The tone of his wife’s voice remained calm.
“If you dare to do anything to wrong me, do you know what I will do?” Madam’s tone was extremely slow and soft, but every word was like a sharp sword stabbing into my heart.
“What do we do? Should I resist or confess?” I panicked a little.
Mrs. moved her body upward so that I could see her face.
“Hee…” suddenly Mrs. Grim’s tone slowed and she actually laughed petulantly.
Then she leaned in close to me and sealed my reply with her red lips, “I don’t believe you have the balls to do something that would betray me… Darling…”
She took hold of my palms and slowly lifted my arms up, her firm but plump breasts pressed against her chest, making my mind blossom, it’s just a shame that I just finished a few minutes ago, if it had been a teeny bit later, I would have pressed her under my body again and made love fiercely once more.
“Mmmm…” my wife’s tongue had an overwhelming victory and I could only be passively guided by her.
Luckily she doesn’t know…
Rest assured…
I was a little out of breath from Mrs.’s passionate embrace.
Just as my arm was being held to the nightstand by my wife, the back of my hand hit something that would have been hard to guess what it was if I hadn’t held it before.
But it sucks that I held over.
I nearly fainted with fright; it was the doorplate of the cubicle in that sauna that I had brought out by hand when I ran out in my haste.
So she already knew, but why…
His wife propped her up on her hands, her beautiful face seeming slightly angry, but more sultry.
Looking at my terrified face, the trembling of my body kept reaching her.
She was so angry and funny.
“Will you dare to do it again…” suddenly changing his expression and asking me with a smile.
Holy shit…
“Your honor, wife, I won’t dare to do it again…”
When I came home from work one day a year later, my wife was cooking in the kitchen and my son was practicing walking as far as she could care for him.
I surprised my wife by wrapping my arms around her from behind and giving her a kiss on her rosy cheek.
“Honey, can we have another daughter for our son as a sister?”
Like an innocent little girl, she said to me, as if she had already had the idea and had not expected me to propose it first, “Of course, of course… but husband… can you really stand not being able to be with me for a long time?”
“How could I not stand it?”
I picked up my son, who was mouthing “Daddy” in a muffled voice.
I smiled happily, I was finally considered a dad.
Stepford wife, young son, family, that feeling, that’s great.
“Son, would you like it if Daddy and Mommy had another sister to keep you company…”