New Dad's Notes (Student Campus Adult Novel)

New Dad's Notes

After the arrival of my son

My wife picked up our three-month-old son from the crib, unbuttoned her shirt, undid the cup of one bra, and began to breastfeed her son.

At this time, I was leaning on the bed, holding a book in my hand, and staring at them.

The scene of my wife caring for the child came into my sight. "How beautiful!" I thought in my mind, and unknowingly a feeling of warmth and happiness surged into my heart.

My wife and I have been married for three years. She is three years younger than me. Considering our age and social circles, it was impossible for us to know each other, but fate brought us together.

In fact, it was a coincidence that I got to know her, because I met her when I attended the wedding banquet of one of my father's friends on behalf of him. Her temperament and face attracted me deeply, especially her flowing long hair and her graceful figure looking back, which made me intoxicated. So I decided to make her my lifelong partner.

After a whole year of persistent pursuit, I finally "tricked" her into marriage. At that time, she had not yet graduated from college, and it would have been appropriate to wait two or three years before we got married. However, our strong love made her marry me as soon as she graduated.

Needless to say, the couple's life after marriage is sweet and their love is inseparable.

But it took two years after marriage to have a child.

At first, we had planned to have a child, which was not a difficult thing for my wife and I. However, on the one hand, my financial foundation was not very stable, and on the other hand, she was relatively young. Based on the view of eugenics, we always used contraception. Anyway, our parents on both sides did not encourage us to have a child so soon.

They suggest that people of our age should wait four or five years before having another baby.

I still remember that on the night of our wedding, when she and I were going back to the hotel, my father-in-law pulled us aside, patted my shoulder and said in an ambiguous way, "Young man, be careful and restrain yourself. Your mother-in-law is still very young and doesn't want to be called grandma soon."

I've made it clear that you shouldn't have this idea, what else can I do?

So at that time, my wife and I could only smile bitterly and nod our heads vigorously to praise my father-in-law for his wisdom.

In fact, I felt really bad in my heart, "Am I still a man if I need your consent even to have a child?" I cursed in my mind countless times.

Therefore, even though we both wanted to do it very much, we had no choice but to go along with it because of the public opinion and my wife didn't dare to act rashly. I had to endure the "days not being a man" for several years.

Now let me talk about how my son was born: maybe it was God's will, because after I got married, she and I relied on calculating the safe period and ejaculation outside the body for contraception. Although these were not the best steps, I had no choice because I couldn't bear to let my wife be exposed to the effects of chemical drugs! I have no choice but to bear with it for a while.

We did it over and over again, and nothing went wrong for two years. Moreover, we had had sex at least ten times before we got married. We were young and ignorant at the time, and both of us had no protection. Despite this, we didn't get her pregnant. So we were quite relieved about it, and were just waiting for the moment when our parents would order the "crystallization".

But on a dark and windy night, after being aroused by the movie and a little drunk, he forgot to pull out at the last minute, and his wife became a mother. When she found out the good news, she was so happy. She smiled happily and said to me, "All the times before, none of them were as accurate as that time."

Speaking of this, it seems like I don’t welcome children. In fact, it’s just the opposite. I am looking forward to my child more than my wife. In addition to buying a lot of books on pregnancy tips, early childhood education, how to take care of children, etc., I also stay up late to study, as if I was back to the time when I was preparing for college.

In the end, my wife often had a big belly and helped me make milk, reminding me to take good care of myself and not to stay up too late reading.

Therefore, I often have dark circles under my eyes. My colleagues who are not aware of the situation advised me that it is inevitable for a newlywed, but I should exercise some restraint to avoid damaging my body. This really makes me laugh and cry.

During the years when she was pregnant, my favorite thing was to accompany my wife to the hospital for check-ups. On the one hand, I could see how the little one was growing, and on the other hand, it was like telling other people in the hospital that I was a man who could make my wife pregnant. The feeling of self-satisfaction in my heart made me happy and I could see it on my face.

It may be the influence of hormones, my wife's face is rosy and she exudes a charming charm. Only then did I realize that a woman can be considered truly beautiful when she is pregnant. Therefore, I love my wife even more and I am reluctant to let her suffer any labor or injury.

As my wife's labor pains gradually shortened and became more intense, I became even more anxious.

However, all these worries disappeared completely when the baby's cry was heard from the delivery room.

At that time, the only thing in my mind was “I’m a father now, I’m a father now”. I was so moved that I don’t know what words to use to describe the excitement and excitement in my heart.

In order to ensure that my dear wife would not get enough rest, I forced her to stay for another week.

My wife happened to attend some activities held in the hospital, such as newborn care courses, postpartum care, etc. In short, nothing happened to me while I was in the hospital.

However, after my wife and son returned home, I developed what might be called an adjustment problem, and found it difficult to adapt to this new family relationship in the future.

I still love my son as much as ever, but I always feel something is weird. The two syllables "Dad" are simple to pronounce, but I cannot figure out what "Dad" means. As a young man, it is really difficult for me to accept this new identity, and I don't understand how I can fulfill my responsibilities as a father.

On the contrary, perhaps out of maternal instinct, the word "competent" cannot describe the way my wife takes care of her children.

The other thing is that I don’t know how to establish a new relationship with my wife. In the past, my wife doted on me extremely, but after the birth of the child, she ignored me instead. She didn’t care much about my feelings or perhaps she deliberately ignored my thoughts. I don’t know what to do, like an emperor whose power has fallen into someone else’s hands.

What's more, the focus of the family is now on my son. To be honest, I not only feel lost, but also very lonely.

I suddenly realized that I grew up under the care of everyone. Since I was a child, I have always had my palms facing upwards, and I only knew how to give but not how to give. No wonder my family opposed us having children at such a young age, because I could not understand what it was like to be a competent father. I was extremely uncomfortable with suddenly turning my palms, which were used to facing upwards, downwards.

After get off work, I walked to my son's bedroom where my wife was with him. I walked up to my wife and hugged her around the waist. The sweet and charming way she played with the child seemed so unfamiliar now.

I don’t know what’s missing between us right now, but I always feel a lot more distant.

"Huh? What's wrong?" My wife noticed that I was in a daze in my arms and asked me with concern.

This reminder immediately helped me regain a lot of consciousness.

"Nothing..." I answered hesitantly, and then changed the subject, "Hey... kid, did you listen to your mother today? Did you miss your father?"

I pinched my son's delicate cheek, and he suddenly stopped smiling. He sat in the crib with a serious expression, staring at me motionlessly.

I felt very embarrassed at that time. Even my son didn't recognize me as an old man.

"Look how scared you made him," my wife glared at me and picked him up and walked around the bedroom.

“Good boy, it’s all stupid dad’s fault,” the wife teased her son by touching her nose with his, “Smile…”

Looking at my wife and son together, I suddenly felt isolated. I felt that I could not penetrate their world, just like an iron nail could not penetrate a thick steel plate.

"Can I really be a father?" I doubted.

After the wife settled her son down, she walked back to the bedroom.

I secretly ambushed behind the door, and as soon as she walked in, I hugged her from behind, put my hands on her chest, squeezed her breasts hard through her clothes, and caressed them flexibly with my five fingers.

My wife didn't have time to defend herself before I conquered her.

Her breathing became faster and her soft breasts became firmer under my caress.

My swollen and slightly painful part was pressed tightly against her buttocks. My wife twisted her body due to my caress, which stimulated me by moving her buttocks.

Every time the soft buttocks pressed against my cock, the reaction force that pushed my cock upward became stronger.

I let out a low cry, and extended my right palm to my wife's smooth belly, adding more force to pressurize her buttocks.

With his left hand, he lifted the hem of his wife's skirt and reached into her panties.

Press the soft body with a velvety touch with the entire palm, use the index finger and ring finger to separate the slender gap, place the middle finger on the warm area, and slide it up and down to caress.

"Ah...ah..." the wife uttered softly.

His hand went deeper and pinched her slightly protruding nub.

My wife was almost going crazy. She turned her head and kissed me, raising her hands to hug the back of my neck. Her tongue was more hungry than my fingers and it searched for my tongue fiercely.

I pushed my wife onto the bed and pressed her under my body.

The swollen part pressed against my soft buttocks, and the wonderful feeling went straight into my heart.

I moved slowly and suddenly felt a strong excitement and became even harder.

"It feels so comfortable..." I opened my mouth slightly, and my whole body was surrounded by the atmosphere of spring love.

My middle finger penetrated deep into her vagina, and the mysterious liquid moistened my palm. As my wife endured these intoxicating stimulations, her tender buttocks swayed violently, causing me to press on the swollen part of her.

I could hardly bear it anymore and started to move my hips up and down as if in intercourse, applying pressure back and forth on my wife's hips.

The bed springs vibrated to produce a strange melody.

"Wait... wait a moment..." My wife was unable to breathe due to my pressure and said in a pleading tone.

I stopped and impatiently turned my wife over. My hands had already reached into her shirt. I held my wife's breasts and my thumbs moved back and forth rapidly on her nipples.

The wife's nipples gradually became hard.

I leaned close to her ear and gently sucked and bit her earlobe with my lips: "Is today already here? I need you..."

Because of the pregnancy, I haven't had sex with her for more than half a year.

The wife was indulging in the pleasure of caressing, and said in an ambiguous tone with a very messy breath: "No matter what, I am willing, I really am willing..."

My wife held down my caressing hand and guided it to find her climax.

My wife’s reaction was unexpectedly enthusiastic. No wonder, since we haven’t been together for half a year.

I eagerly and roughly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her bra that was half pulled down. The red nipples stood upright on her white breasts. Her small breasts were swollen like balloons, a little firm and tender, yet still soft.

The pink areola rapidly expanded and bulged, filling the front end of the breast.

I stretched out my hands and caressed her one on each side.

"Hmm... Hmm..." the wife moaned softly.

I lowered my head, moved close to her breasts, and licked her seductive cleavage with my tongue.

The saliva-covered tongue slid across the white cleavage, leaving a shimmering trail.

"Hmm...ah..."

A tingling electric current penetrated into my naked breasts, and I knew that my wife had completely surrendered.

Cooperating with me, she stretched out her hand in a trance and grasped my hard cock through her pajama pants.

"Woo..." I tried my best not to make any sound.

I can’t hold it any longer, but I can’t because my wife isn’t wet yet. If they go in at this time, both of them will feel uncomfortable.

I continued to linger on her breasts for a while, and then changed my target.

The hands that were holding her breasts moved to her skirt and skillfully took off her long skirt.

The center of the white lace-edged panties seemed to be wet, with a wet mark, and the dark pubic hair looked like it was covered by a layer of frosted glass.

His fingers went in again to pleasure her.

"Ah..." She exposed her body, twisting her body in a seductive way.

Her right hand pulled the suspenders upward in fits and starts, the silk rubbing against the deep sides of her thighs.

The intense pleasure made her involuntarily push her abdomen upward.

"Can I take it off..." I tried hard to suppress the desire that was about to explode.

"But..." the lady uttered a few syllables indistinctly.

This is the time...

I pulled her panties aside, and her wet lower body was as bright red as a blooming rose.

I picked her up, and my wife pulled down my pajamas more vigorously than I did.

The hard penis was exposed in front of the wife, with most of the glans exposed. Under the soft light, it was shining with the luster of desire along with the wife's labia.

My wife reached out and held me, pulling down the foreskin, revealing the wet glans and the vault.

She lowered her head to take me in her mouth but I moved her away.

She was considerate and understood my intention. She cooperated with my progress and opened her legs to welcome my entry.

I held the swollen cock and slowly rotated the glans in her hole, then thrust my waist forward and pushed the entire cock into her body. "ah… "

The wife stepped back awkwardly, like a virgin experiencing sex for the first time.

We skipped any foreplay. We both had a tacit understanding in our hearts that I would not be able to quench the hunger of the past six months unless I entered her body.

I tightened my abdomen and slightly withdrew my penis so that I could feel the pleasure her body walls gave me.

He took a deep breath, relaxed his lower abdomen, inserted it again, and then pushed his hips hard to sink the entire penis into his wife's body.

"Ah..." The wife's moan was clear and delicate.

She clamped me with her legs, and the walls of that mysterious area also clamped me.

The warm feeling gradually came from the place where they were connected, warming the cold penis.

I started to thrust continuously. Although it was clamped, the vagina, which had been lubricated by love juice, allowed me to go in and out without any difficulty. Every time I sent it to the deepest part, it was as if she was sucking me in.

The bed rocked violently back and forth.

My wife opened her mouth slightly, moaning softly, and her legs tightly clamped around my waist as I thrusted.

It seemed that no posture could satisfy both of us in a short time, so I kept changing, either holding up her left leg and having sex with her in a kneeling position, or grabbing her white buttocks and entering from behind, or lying on her side and spreading her legs to enter.

As the movements became more intense and the cycles became shorter, the two people's cries of joy gradually became louder and louder.

After so many days of abstinence, although I have satisfied many of my desires through masturbation, it is never as satisfying as having sex with my wife. Even more comforting was that I lasted several minutes without feeling aroused.

"I can have good sex today." I thought happily in my mind.

"Ah... um... hug... hug me..." the wife cried in her sleep.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly open, and her breasts were swaying like water, tempting me to grab her hungrily. I couldn't help but stretch out my hands, pinching her nipples with my right fingers, or holding her breasts with all five fingers; my left hand wandered in the narrow slit that was stretched open by my cock, caressing her labia, or kneading the sexy hillock, forcing her to reach the peak of sexiness.

My wife looked at me lovingly, her pretty face flushed, as if she was telling me that she was very satisfied and happy.

Just as the two of us were indulging in waves of pleasure from thrusting back and forth, and just as my panting turned into howls of “ah…ah…”, suddenly a deafening cry came from the next room.

Like a deflated ball, the penis that was originally as hard as a rock suddenly collapsed and fell into the wife's soft and moist vagina.

My wife hastily pushed me away, got up, put on her nightgown, and ran to the next room to comfort her son, who was awakened by our passionate shouts of joy.

After a while, the son's sobbing gradually subsided and disappeared.

"Be good! Don't cry! Mommy and Daddy are right here!" After the wife walked back to the bedroom, she did not forget to comfort her son.

Then my wife put her hands on her hips, stared at me with her pretty eyes, frowned slightly, and had an angry look on her face that said, "It's all your fault."

"Well...you're so attractive..." I stuck out my tongue and answered innocently.

My wife didn't say a word, just turned her head away and went to bed, turning her back to me.

I was so anxious when I saw it. I couldn't fall asleep with a full heart of desire.

I leaned over and patted her shoulder: "Madam, I want more..." I pressed my hand against her hips to tell her my situation.

"No, the children are protesting." said the wife a little unhappily.

"But this is very sad." I said, leaning close to her face.

"It's okay. Doing less is good for your health." My wife said coldly. Maybe my conversation just now angered her.

"But we're already up. Just now... If we hadn't had sex just now, there would be no problem, but... but..." I asked her almost beggingly.

At this time, the wife turned around and looked at me with a stern face.

I knew she was mad.

"Okay! Okay!" I shook her arm.

"Alright! Alright! I'll listen to you..."

The wife reluctantly took off her pajamas and said, "I can't do anything about you."

My wife, who originally didn't want to continue the relationship, had to agree to it after she couldn't persuade me.

So I swam in again through the door she opened for me, continuing the unfinished passion, but without the accompaniment of her moans, I always felt a little unsatisfied.

When I thrust in and out again, I secretly opened my eyes and looked at her. The lady's brows were slightly frowned, and the expression of ecstasy just now was gone. Even her body became unusually soft and did not follow the rhythm of my thrusts.

Indeed, she had really lost interest.

I pursed my lips as I thrusted.

Just for one sentence, I am really spoiled.

Time passed second by second, and when my wife saw that I hadn't come out yet, her brows furrowed even more tightly.

Seeing this, I felt that she didn't seem to be having sex with her husband, but rather like she was being raped.

The look in his eyes was something I had never seen before after marriage: coldness, unhappiness, and disgust.

I'm a little surprised that women's sexual desire can drop from infinitesimally high to infinitesimally low in such a short period of time.

I began to feel that it was wrong to blaspheme such a saint.

So I hurriedly brought myself to orgasm, and then immediately withdrew from her body, feeling embarrassed and afraid to continue occupying her.

When I fell on her, sweating all over, she didn't behave like a woman who hadn't had sex for six months, nor did she lie in my arms tenderly and coquettishly like she did shortly after her wedding. Instead, she pushed me away and scolded me in a motherly tone, "You have to go to work tomorrow, go to bed..."

I was so confused that I didn't know what to do. I could only puff up my cheeks and sulk with my back to her.

Although I know that going to bed early is for my own good, but shouldn't couples put aside annoying work and enjoy each other's company? She never treated me like this before I gave birth.

So I have always been feeling uneasy and always felt that we were not as close as before.

I have to admit that our lives have changed a lot, especially in our sex life.

I remember that in the first one or two years after we got married, our little nest of love was filled with romantic love and ardent passion. We were inseparable and almost any place could become the place where a storm would break out. The bathroom, sofa, floor, walls and stairwell have all been the site of our madness and our passion.

I will never forget the first time I pressed her against the wall, lifted her left thigh with my right hand, and entered her body while standing; I will also never forget the first time we made love with each other orally, the first time I entered her from behind, and the first time she clamped my breasts together. There was even one time when we were so passionate that we drenched our bodies with juice, and then licked each other's bodies, faces, breasts, buttocks, legs, etc. To show how much she loved me, she even smeared jam on my private parts, and sucked me with her flexible and fierce tongue and cherry lips, or took the whole thing into her mouth, or used her fingers to spread strawberry jam on the tip of my penis, or nibbled it lightly, or sucked it lightly, or licked it wildly.

Then, when both mouths were sore and tired, they began the offensive and defensive battle deep inside their bodies.

Two naked bodies are entangled tightly together, and there is a short-period vibration in the closest part.

Sinking in the ocean of desire, the two of us kept changing various techniques of intercourse in order to obtain the greatest pleasure and the strongest unconsciousness, until I, as the male protagonist, had to ejaculate my semen, and the sparkling liquid flowed all over her breasts and ended.

Yes, the white, thick and sticky liquid between my wife's cleavage under her firm and strong breasts is a sign that our love has reached its peak.

The days before were so beautiful, but now my "little slut" is gone. She suddenly seems so far away and so untouchable.

At this point, no matter how much I tease her, she is not as proactive as before. She just cooperates with me, as if she is forced to do something she doesn't like. Not only is she not interested, but the contemptuous look she reveals also dampens my prestige and even makes me feel guilty. Violating such a supreme and pure mother is the most unforgivable sin.

This is very hard for me to accept. A fierce little slut before giving birth suffered from sexual frigidity after giving birth. I even suspected that the doctor had injected some drugs into my wife during the delivery process, which caused her to become like this.

So I had to settle for the next best thing and just have sex to appease my erection desire. Even the erection in my dreams at midnight made me feel quite guilty.

The harmonious relationship of the past is no longer there, so over the past few months, making love has become a routine for her, just fulfilling the obligations of a couple living together. For me, it has become a pure release of animal desires, and I have completely lost the wonderful feeling of the unity of body and soul. It is so boring.

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Excitement in the Ordinary

Xiao Lin is a well-known veteran in the entertainment industry in our company. He is thirty years old, but he refuses to get married. In fact, he is a nice person, but his attitude and physical needs have scared away several girlfriends. Because this man is tall and strong, his height of over 180 cm makes him look like a bull, and he is full of energy, and his daily physiological needs exceed those of ordinary people.

I remember when I first joined the company, he had a good girlfriend. The first time she went to bed with him, she was scared away by his ability to have sex several times a night. And it was said that each time he lasted no less than ten minutes. No wonder the girl was scared away. I really don’t know if there is a limit to his innate ability to produce sperm.

After they broke up, Xiaolin still couldn't forget her and asked me to be a peacemaker between them, but the girl refused to go back to him.

According to her, when they had sex for the first time, she was really satisfied, no matter the technique, timing and so on. Less than an hour later he wanted it again. She didn't feel anything at that time because he was her boyfriend after all. But the next three, four and five times Kobayashi became more and more courageous, each time longer and more violent than the last. She lost all interest in sex and not only lost her appetite, but also had sore feet and cramps in that area that made it difficult for her to walk. She had to take a day off to recuperate the next day.

"If I continue to date him," she crossed her legs and lit a cigarette, "wouldn't it be like I wouldn't have to do anything but eat and wait for him to come home and fuck me?"

Then she blew out a puff of smoke and said in a more serious tone, "What's more terrible is that he might fuck me to death in bed one day."

I smiled bitterly. Indeed, I believed that was the case. After being rejected, he had no choice but to go back and tell Xiaolin that she refused to do so. Xiaolin did not respond except to shrug his shoulders.

Since there is no fixed sexual partner to satisfy the needs, and the body does not allow abstinence, he has to go to places of entertainment frequently.

I think he has been hurt a lot, so his attitude towards women is very strange.

He once said, "After marriage, I will be bound by that woman and have no freedom. What's worse is that I can't enjoy all the beauties in the world. I, Xiaolin, was born into this world to fill the empty holes of those women. So many women need me, so how can I get married..."

Naturally, I scoffed at this attitude at the time, because the fact was that having a wife who loved you was better than a dissolute life, and we were very much in love, so naturally, as I was intoxicated in my newlywed days, I would not think in this way.

But what was surprising was that this time when Kobayashi asked me to go to a Japanese sauna on the outskirts of the city, contrary to my previous outright refusal, I actually hesitated for a moment and then accepted his invitation.

"Have I really changed?" I wondered to myself.

So he, I and a few young male colleagues went to see it after get off work.

I didn't call my wife because I was afraid that I would confess everything as soon as I heard her gentle voice, and I really didn't know what excuse I could make to pass her questioning.

Our destination was a Japanese sauna on the outer ring road of the city. Kobayashi said that places with a Japanese flavor were more suitable for us "newbies who have never seen the world."

The journey takes about forty minutes.

As soon as we entered the huge reception hall, we were greeted by several young ladies who looked to be in their early twenties wearing Japanese kimonos. Some of them were very familiar with Xiaolin and frequently acted coquettishly towards him. Xiaolin also hugged the two girls in each hand and caressed their well-proportioned and slender bodies. Then he turned around and said to us, "Would you like to have some drinks and some snacks first?"

We looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment. He saw that we were absolutely unable to make any judgment, so he took us to the restaurant to eat first.

In fact, we really couldn't make a decision, so we followed his advice because he was experienced after all.

Seeing such a magnificent sauna, I was really shocked. Then I realized how ridiculous it was to think that there was nothing special about brothels, where only a dim red light bulb was lit, but a man and a woman went to bed together directly.

Not only is the decoration exquisite, but even the waitresses are gorgeous. Many men's breath quickens when they just imagine the loose kimonos on them.

No wonder Xiaolin would stay here, even without getting married.

To put it bluntly, their restaurant is a kind of teahouse attached to a sauna. As we walked past all kinds of men and women, we could hear the coquettish voices of the waitresses and the lewd laughter of the guests from time to time.

I think as long as you are not afraid of being seen in this restaurant, no one will bother you "doing things" anywhere, because I noticed that on the sofa next to a table, a fat man was pressing on a half-naked waitress, and his bloated and fat buttocks kept rising and falling between the waitress's crossed legs. The waitress's naked buttocks made the high-end sofa squeak, and her left leg, which was wearing a black nylon underwear, vibrated up and down with the rise and fall of the man's buttocks.

The elderly man with a greasy face opened his greasy mouth, and from time to time he uttered strange wolf howls from his saliva-filled mouth. The exaggerated moans of the waitress echoed in the restaurant with dark red lights. However, the men and women in the restaurant were indulging in their own carnal desires and did not care or pay attention to them at all.

After walking for a while, I realized what I said just now was true. There were indeed different customers and different waitresses repeating the same thing.

Our group of five sat at table number five near the counter, from where we could see the entire dim restaurant.

I scanned the entire situation like a voyeur. In addition to the fat man who was quite conspicuous, Table No. 11 about five meters to the left front also caught my attention.

The waitress was lying naked on the table under the customer's seat with her upper body, her head lowered and moving up and down from time to time. She was sucking on something that could not be seen clearly in the dim light in her hand, while the customer she was serving was lying on his back with his mouth open, opening and closing like a fish out of a pond.

"What are you thinking about?" a waitress dressed up in a flashy way asked me.

Looking at her lips painted with bright red lipstick, I thought of what happened at Table 11. I don’t know how many guests I had pleased with using the same method, and then kissing you.

Suddenly I felt disgusted with them.

I turned my head away and ignored her, with a rather unfriendly look on my face.

The waitress who was serving me saw that I ignored her, so she rubbed her nose, thought she had hit a wall, and went to play with Kobayashi and the others. I ignored them and just continued drinking and eating.

After more than ten minutes, Kobayashi and his group of men and women had become very active and their actions began to become obscene.

Amin, who usually looks very gentle, was now moving his hands under the skirt of a waitress, causing her to lie on top of him and scream.

Even A Zheng, who had just joined our company, rubbed the breasts and buttocks of one of the waitresses who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Ah Xiang was quite bold. He asked a waitress to put her hand into his pants and play with it, and asked her to count how many nipples he had.

Of course, not to mention Xiaolin.

I was the only one sitting there blankly because the waitresses thought I was difficult to serve and ignored me.

Not long after, it was Kobayashi who let out a strange cry first, stretched out his hand from under the skirt of the waitress next to him, and licked the wet palm with his tongue.

Then everyone got up in tacit understanding to take a sauna.

After thinking about it, I decided to go home.

But Xiaolin said, "Oh! It's such a rare occasion that we all come out to have fun, isn't this too unkind?" So he went to find the mama-san who was in charge and asked her to give me a new one.

Before I could refuse, Mama-san came.

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One day, a sauna, a bath

The mama-san brought me a baby-faced waiter who was pretty and adorable.

I looked at her, and all the disgust I had felt for the waitress just now disappeared.

"Definitely not over twenty years old," I thought to myself.

Seeing that my attitude had changed, Kobayashi hugged two ladies who were very familiar to him and walked into another compartment. "Enjoy yourself!" Kobayashi suddenly turned around and gave me an evil smile as he entered the compartment.

When I was wondering what to do, the waitress came to me and introduced her name to me, but I was so busy admiring her that I didn't remember it.

She took my hand and led me into one of the compartments.

The soundproofing of the cubicle was a bit poor. When she and I walked in the narrow corridor, we could hear the obscene sounds of men and women making love in the cubicle from time to time.

"Is it really that pleasant to conquer a strange woman?" He thought to himself, "My wife and I were also..."

"Click!" The waitress opened the door and pulled me back to the real world from my fantasy.

She led me into the cubicle she was in charge of.

As soon as I opened the door, a dazzling light suddenly came into my eyes, and a stream of steaming hot air gushed out.

I blinked and adjusted to the brightness, then took a closer look. What caught my eye was an oval bathtub embedded in the floor. The major and minor axes were not much different, so the diameter was about three meters.

About two meters away from one side of it is a double bed covered with white sheets, probably to provide a place for some guests who don't like to do it in the pool.

I looked around carefully. The decoration was very grand and very romantic.

"No wonder some people don't like to do it at home and would rather spend more money to have sex with their wives in a hotel." I remembered a story in the newspaper a while ago about a lovely couple who rented a hotel room to have sex and happened to be caught by the police during a surprise inspection and made a joke.

The waitress pressed some buttons in a familiar manner, and soft music immediately sounded, and rustling water began to flow into the pool continuously.

I stood in this maze, and before I knew it, she had finished some work and came back to me.

She looked at me, and I didn't know if it was due to professional training, but I noticed that her fair and clean face showed an expression of infatuation with me, without any sense of having experienced vicissitudes of life.

My heart was beating violently.

I lifted her cheek and looked at her more carefully. At this moment, I felt that she should still be a student, only eighteen years old at most.

She skillfully took off my clothes and then took off her kimono. Her movements were elegant and not redundant. I wonder how long she has been doing this.

I was looking at her naked body. Her skin was so smooth, as white as white paper.

The areola on her petite chest is huge, and the pink nipples set off the white breasts, reminiscent of the Japanese flag.

The black area where the upper and lower body meet is not wide, and the sparse pubic hair is scattered deep in the thighs. She reminded me of my wife's dark places, and then my heart started beating faster.

"Damn it! Why did I think of her?" I cursed myself inwardly.

I looked at her quietly. Why would she want to work in this industry? At this age, she should be wearing beautiful clothes and laughing with her classmates...

I feel that this is a materialistic society.

I asked her, "How old are you now?"

She was not surprised, but said in a tired and light voice, "Seventeen."

"Wow! I never expected... I never expected... this... this... How many customers do you serve in a day?" I asked back a little surprised. Although I guessed correctly, I still couldn't help being surprised.

At this moment, she suddenly raised her head and looked at me, her eyes full of confusion, wondering if I was a cop.

I panicked for a moment, and as if my thoughts were known, I replied, "Don't worry, I'm not a policeman, I'm just curious." to dispel her doubts.

So she exhaled, and answered tiredly but professionally, "About seven or eight a day."

She paused and said, "I'm different from those guys on the street. It's good that I take fewer jobs, but if you want to play, my price is very high..."

She seemed very proud that although she was a prostitute, her style was different.

I continued to ask, "Why do you do it?"

I hope her answer is that she was sold or was forced to do so, because the world is still a beautiful place for me.

"Is it okay that I don't have money to spend?" she replied to me a little impatiently.

"Oh my god... this is unbelievable..." I was thinking about this.

I wanted to continue asking why she was willing to do this? Why did she ignore other people's advice? But suddenly I felt embarrassed and stopped there.

Then she knelt down beside the bathtub and shook the water in the pool with her hands to see if the water temperature was just right.

I stood there looking at her fair back, feeling a little sad that such a girl was wasted.

"If she goes into the entertainment industry, even if she can't become a big star, she will definitely be famous. At least it's better than being a prostitute," I thought to myself.

After a moment, she led me into the pool, held my arm with one hand, and used the other hand to wash my body inch by inch with a sponge.

As if it was part of her service, she would touch me from time to time with her delicate body, slowly arousing the client's sexual desire.

"My friends should have already started doing it! They looked so anxious just now. Ha! Ha!" I thought of Kobayashi and the others and laughed at her.

She suddenly smiled and said, "Yes! I have never seen anyone as calm as you."

I almost stuck out my tongue. It turns out that you can do things as soon as you enter the door. I thought...

As if she was very proud of herself, "There is no man who doesn't hug me when I take off my kimono."

I nodded. She did have the reason to be proud, but there was nothing to be proud of, right?

After the show in the pool, she asked me to lie on the edge of the tub and let her "serve" me, and I did as she said.

She first rinsed me with water, then poured a whole bottle of shower gel on me, and caressed my skin with her delicate hands, slowly moving back and forth from my neck, chest, abdomen, legs and lower body.

"You know that the market price of this bottle of shower gel is at most two hundred, but how much does it cost here?" She said to me, seeing that I was someone she could talk to.

"I don't know." I answered her.

It looked like the foreign liquor at a spring banquet, but here it turned out to be shower gel.

"Five thousand," she said with a smile, "and four thousand of that was spent on these services."

“What are those services?” I asked knowingly.

"For example... like this..."

She suddenly grabbed my slightly swollen part.

"It's worth it, it's worth it." My breathing quickened slightly, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the touch.

"There's more!" She put her hand on my lower body, held the slightly hot and swollen penis, and rubbed my glans gently with her soft and flexible fingers. Combined with the slippery feeling of the foam, a kind of pleasure that went straight to my heart surged up, and I felt hot there, and it gradually became hard and erect.

When it was almost hard, she leaned her chest forward, clamped it with her soft breasts and pressed it with her body on me. The in and out rubbing movement was just right, neither fast nor slow. In addition to a slight sense of relaxation and comfort, there were waves of pleasure that came over me, which made me very horny.

"You know, it took me and my wife a year after we got married to start using this method to make love, but you've already jumped a year." I said to her jokingly.

"So I'm better than your wife?"

"Can you not tell me you can do this?" I almost laughed.

"Will your wife help you do this?" She sat on the floor, stretched out her legs, and clamped me there with her feet. Although the posture is novel, the movements are very clumsy.

"Thank you, thank you. My wife and I never thought we could do this." I stared at her open vagina with wide eyes. "But this is not easy, right?"

When she saw me looking at her private parts like a hungry wolf, she suddenly felt embarrassed and closed her legs. "You're so annoying! I'm embarrassed when you look at me like that."

“Hasn’t this happened to anyone before?”

"Humph! You men come to us just for your own pleasure, and just want us to give you oral sex. How could you think of us?"

"Oh!" I didn't want to listen to her complaints anymore, "What's your next job?"

She stuck out her tongue and made a face at me. "Don't worry, do you think we in this line of work can only lie around? If we don't have a few tricks, our boss won't let us go out to receive customers..."

I found her to be a very smart girl and it was fun to chat with her.

"Oh! I've gone limp while just talking." She screamed while squeezing me with her breasts again.

At this time, I noticed that she spoke quite bluntly. From her temperament, I had a rough idea of ​​what kind of school she attended.

After rubbing my soft breasts for a while, she stood up again, picked up the water dispenser and flushed me with water. Then she filled her hands with soap and massaged me carefully inch by inch.

I suddenly reached out and grabbed her breasts that were hanging in the air and rubbed them roughly, but she didn't move, as if she did the same to all the guests.

"It's very smooth and soft. I wonder how it feels when I bite it." I felt excited.

Then I went a step further and used both hands to caress her body, whether it was her cheeks, her buttocks, or her vagina, but she still helped me scrub it without making a sound.

When I saw that she didn't make any movement, I simply aimed both hands at her groove. I held her labia with one hand and groped deeper inside with the other finger.

I gently pinched her little nucleus with my index finger and thumb, and rubbed it deep inside with my middle finger.

Due to my series of stimulations, her whole body gradually softened and she collapsed beside me.

"Do you like this?" I asked her slowly.

"Yes... right there... Harder, harder..." she panted.

I did as she wished and pinched her erect little nipple more flexibly.

At the same time, I stood up, grabbed her clean legs, spread her legs with one hand and one foot, put my face close to the middle, licked her with my tongue, and occasionally put my fingers in, turning or pushing, making her wet and slippery with love juice.

"That's it... That's it... Ah... Ah..."

She cooperated with me professionally, pressing the back of my head hard, pressing it hard against her central area, and moaning with her mouth wide open.

After a while, the heat in my body did not allow me to continue the oral sex. My private parts were hard, and the message of hunger came again and again. It needed her caress, it needed her to hold it in her mouth and rub it with her wet and soft lips.

So, I reached out my hands, burning with desire, and grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples with my index finger and thumb. I lifted her up by lying on my back, and then held her head and pressed it against my private parts.

"It's your turn..." I said, "You don't know how to do it?"

She glared at me and said, "You are truly the most inexplicable person I have ever met."

She held my thing with her hand again, warming up the penis that had been standing in the air for a long time. I hadn't felt that kind of comfortable feeling for a long time. It was obviously more comfortable than the feeling of thrusting into the body. I compared it with the boring feeling I had when having sex with my wife not long ago.

"I know you want this." She giggled.

She then rubs the tip up and down, again and again, making you forget what year it is.

Every time the pink tip appeared, she would lick it gently with her tongue, but she didn't show any embarrassment at all.

"Huh..." I gasped, "... the skills of those who have been in the entertainment industry are indeed different..."

Then she lowered her head and took the whole penis into her mouth. The hard penis and her flexible tongue entangled fiercely in her mouth.

The tip of her tongue was like a paint brush, constantly touching me there, and then she moved her head up and down, extending her tongue to stimulate the middle there like licking a popsicle, her lips sliding over the tip over and over, and even using her incisors to brush over the umbrella-shaped part at the base of the pink tip, which made my nerves excited and caused my whole body to twitch.

She forgot about time, consciousness and the world. I don’t know if she was happily immersed in this, but I was very excited.

She sucked me there until I was aroused to a certain extent, then she stopped, took out a condom and put it slightly on the tip, then lowered her head and gave me a blowjob, covering it completely.

She put the condom on me with her mouth.

She stood up, spread her legs and was about to sit on my erect penis.

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Epiphany

Suddenly, a baby's cry sounded in my brain, which was unconscious due to intoxication. It flashed through my mind like lightning and completely drove away all the pleasure.

Then the scene of my wife's half-naked body holding her son and feeding him appeared in my mind. She turned her head and stared at me with sad eyes, tears flashing in her eyes as if she was blaming me for betraying her and her son.

I began to feel guilty, and just when her wetness reached my tip, I stopped going any further, completely losing interest in sex.

I pushed her away and sat up, breathing heavily, and I suddenly realized that this was just a temporary infatuation and that my feelings for my wife had not changed.

I came here just to get revenge on my wife's indifference and anger.

But if his wife finds out, who knows what terrible things she will do since she has been spoiled since childhood.

Oh my god, I still love my wife.

The waitress stared at me, not quite understanding why I stopped when most customers would have been looking forward to it.

"What? Don't you like me?" the waitress sounded very frustrated. "I finally found someone I want to have sex with, but..."

"I'm sorry, it's not what you think... I just..."

At the same time, my mind kept popping up with my wife’s accusations, her angry face, her crying figure, and the imagined slap in the face was hot on my cheek.

She looked at me with a bit of pity and stroked my cheek with her hand, trying to comfort me.

The woman in front of me turned out to be my wife.

At this moment, my mental defenses completely collapsed, and I kept shaking like a helpless child.

The more I thought about it, the more I was afraid that my wife would find out about my prostitution.

Only when these ridiculous things are put to an end immediately can my heart be at peace.

So I stood up and asked the waitress to help me tidy up my messy clothes, and I immediately jumped into the pool to wash off the soap bubbles and the waitress's body odor.

She helped me deal with it with a puzzled look on her face.

"I'm sorry, I don't think this would be nice to my wife. It's okay, I'll just keep the service fee." If you're so rude to someone, you have to make it clear to her.

"You are really a strange person. I've never heard of anyone worrying about his wife when coming to play. If that's the case, then you shouldn't have come in the first place." She pouted, showing the innocence of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.

"You won't understand what happens between me and my wife." I picked up the bathrobe on the bed and handed it to the waitress.

After I had fixed my appearance, I breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at her confused face, I kissed her pretty face and said to her happily, "You are very beautiful and have great skills, but I cannot let my wife down..."

She didn't answer me, but just stared blankly at me, the strange guest.

When I got home, it was already past midnight.

I opened the door and found that the light in the living room was not turned off.

"My wife is probably waiting for me," I thought to myself, a little worriedly, "How should I report my whereabouts later?"

Finally, I closed the door and locked it, then walked in nervously.

That’s right, my wife was inside, wearing a loose white shirt, leaning forward and sleeping soundly with a pillow in her arms.

Seeing my wife like this, I felt a little sorry, so I tiptoed over, squatted down, and whispered in her ear: "Madam, you will catch a cold if you sleep here..."

"Hmm..." She was awakened by me, turned over and rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Where did you go? You didn't even call me, and I was so worried about you..."

Before she could finish her words, I covered her lips with my fingers and gazed at her tenderly. My wife also understood her without saying a word, and we just looked at each other.

After a while, I reached out my hands, held her cheeks, and kissed her cherry lips.

I stuck my tongue into her mouth and kissed her freely, allowing me to suck her sweet saliva. My hands slowly reached into her chest, which was only covered by her top, to caress her breasts and knead her nipples which were quickly hardening.

After a long time, we stopped any movement and just hugged each other tightly.

My wife leaned on my shoulder and panted, "Do you want to go into the room..."

I shook my head: "Wait a minute, this will work."

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, I almost let you down..."

My wife looked at me, puzzled.

I didn't say anything else, I just picked her up and walked into the room.

We didn't make love that night, but just told each other about all the unpleasant worries we had in the past few days. Finally, we realized that the birth of the child was not the end of our sweet life. We could still live the same life as before, and with more little members, our marriage would be more stable and long-lasting.

Finally, in order to regain the sweetness of the past, we decided to take a leave and travel, revisiting the restaurant where we had our first date, the place where my wife agreed to propose to me, and the seaside hotel where we spent our honeymoon.

The trip was pleasant, but the night was even more pleasant.

I closed the door and locked it.

My wife couldn't wait to put her arms around me. I lowered my head and kissed her, putting my hands on her perfectly plump buttocks.

I stuck out my tongue, and my wife's lips moved closer, sucking on the tip of my tongue like a popsicle.

The firm and juicy breasts pressed so hard that I could hardly breathe.

I pinched her buttocks and applied rough upward force to bring our lower bodies closer together.

"Oh..." We both fell onto the sofa beside each other.

I pulled open my wife's clothes on her chest, and I was dazzled by her beautiful breasts wrapped in the snow-white bra cups.

I stretched out my right hand and slowly reached into her bra from the bottom.

I clenched my fingers, and my soft breasts twisted and deformed.

"Hmm..." When I caressed her like playing with a jade object, my wife opened her mouth slightly and cooperated gently.

My wife undid the restraints on her chest, and her youthful, plump and sexy breasts were exposed in front of me.

I grabbed the bra strap and threw the obstacle away with all my strength.

I pinched her nipple with my index and middle fingers, feeling it gradually harden. I lowered my head, extended my tongue to stimulate her flexibly, then took the nipple into my mouth and began to suck it.

My wife looked at me lovingly, put her hands on my head and touched my hair gently.

Infringing upon my son's rights, my wife's sweet milk flowed into my mouth.

She twisted her soft body, as if trying to reduce the pleasure brought to her by the intense sucking.

I changed my target and kissed her lower down.

Lifting my wife's legs, I took off her skirt and panties.

Thick pubic hair covered her slit, and her body trembling from time to time made it even more seductive.

I pinched her labia with the index fingers and thumbs of both hands. The private parts that were stretched apart secreted a love fluid that sparkled with a strange glow. The erect, rosy flesh core was eagerly asking me to pinch her and ravage her.

"Ah..." I lowered my head, ready to suck her.

The wife was breathing rapidly, "No... not now... I just came back... it's not very clean..."

"What does it matter? I just want to..."

"How annoying!" My wife glared at me and pushed my head away. "You really haven't changed. You've been married for so long and you're still so willful. You're not like when you were dating before, you were so secretive and afraid that others would find out."

After saying that, she pushed me away with her hand, stood up a little unsteadily, and walked towards the bathroom.

I watched my wife walk into the bathroom and close the door.

I stood there, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly the door opened, and the wife poked her head out, smiling sweetly, "Dear... why don't you come in... I... I can't wait any longer..."

I don't know how I got into the bathroom, I just know that I was naked after I entered.

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Second honeymoon night

It was a round bathtub. I remember when I went here for our honeymoon, we took a bath, kissed and caressed each other in this steamy bathroom.

Somehow, she quickly stripped off all her clothes and lay in the bathtub, her naked body covered with trickling water drops, her soft breasts heaving up and down violently due to her panting, her slender hands covering the sexy part between her raised legs, rubbing it beautifully, and moaning continuously from her slightly parted red lips.

She is tempting me.

"Oh! You little rascal." I rushed into the bathtub.

I held her under the arms and lifted her out of the pool.

Suddenly, my wife's legs, which were raised high, closed together, clamping my head so that my face was forced to press against her abdomen.

Just a little bit and my cheek was stuck to her dark and velvety triangle.

"Honey, I want you..." My wife had already been a virgin, but she pretended to be a shy young woman and asked me to lick her coquettishly.

"That place?" I looked very "dead" and deliberately asked her to lead me.

"There...there..." she said while pressing my head down with her hands.

It was a bright red rose, like an early morning flower before the sun rises, with dewdrops wetting the blooming petals, and the fresh nectar attracting bees to come in and collect nectar.

I am the tempted bee.

I blew air at her with my mouth. The cool breeze made Mrs. move her body involuntarily, causing her petals to open and close.

"Oh!" I whispered in ecstasy. Bury your face deep into hers.

The dense and soft fur gently caresses my face.

Love juice flowed out like a tide.

Pinching her labia with my fingers, I put my tongue in and licked it gently, prying open her wet petals. I moved my tongue closer to attack, deeper, deeper, and deeper.

"Oh! Honey!" My wife's legs loosened and her hands that were holding my hair fell to the floor.

It's that little erect nub. As long as I can control it, my wife is done for.

I moved to the tip of the slit and pinched her between my fingers.

"Woo..." The wife's body suddenly floated up and she let out a slight exhalation sound.

"I just can't believe you won't scream." I thought mischievously.

So taking advantage of the sudden buoyancy, I took her in my mouth.

"Ah..." she cried out softly.

I slid my lips, sucking on the little nub in coordination with the movement, and the tip of my nose was slightly squeezed into the crack because my face was extended. The warm love juice flowed onto my face from the slit and mixed with my sweat, making me look like an athlete who had completed a 5,000-meter long-distance race.

I reached my hand up and gently stroked her abdomen, slowly circling my index finger around her belly button. The tingling feeling rushed from her abdomen and the electric current of passion rushed into her consciousness from deep within her thighs, making her low moans even more charming. Each sound came from deep within her, and was followed by a brief inhalation.

ah! You evil little devil!

I held her breasts and squeezed them without any mercy.

Intense pleasure continued to attack her confused consciousness from a small nucleus and two breasts. Every electric current exploding in her body made her delicate body float up involuntarily, and her relaxed thighs tightened again.

My sucking made her love juice cover the entire petals and wet her entire pubic hair. It also made me intoxicated in her tenderness and made her lose herself in waves of desire.

It's time.

I left her body and held my penis under the water in my hand, rubbing it slowly while moving it closer to her.

Can't wait to start fucking my wife.

He grabbed his wife's right leg with his left hand, ready to push it in to rub it.

My wife suddenly stood up and gave me an eager hug. Her warm and slender fingers grasped my hard cock, her cheek pressed against mine, and her hungry lips and tongue kept nibbling on the tip of my ear.

"Promise me you won't go so fast, okay?" The wife's voice was very soft, giving me a soul-stirring and bone-melting softness.

Her body slid slowly downwards against mine, nibbling and sucking on my body.

She bit my nipple and sucked it hard just as I did hers, making me even more aroused.

At the same time, she held my penis and rubbed it slowly.

As the circle formed by my index finger and thumb slid over my glans, a tingling sensation rushed to my brain and caused my abdominal muscles to contract.

The swollen penis swings up and down with each stimulation, as if in simple harmonic motion.

My wife knelt at the bottom of the bathtub, held my penis in her right hand, and began to suck me.

Warm lips, slender fingers, wet saliva...

She slid her tongue passionately across the tablet, and her chubby lips kept playing with the brim of her hat.

The five flexible fingers of the right hand caress the base back and forth, while the left hand holds the tightened scrotum and gently kneads the testicles from time to time.

The cock became harder under her sucking, and the scrotum tightened under her flexible caressing.

I was panting, and unknowingly I held her head with my left hand, and held the base of the erect part with my right hand to make it easier for her to give me a blowjob.

While my wife was moving, she looked up at me as if she was mocking me.

This is the consequence of having your erogenous zones controlled by someone else. You have no way to resist the surging pleasure.

After a few minutes, my wife's mouth left mine, searched up to my lips, and kissed me passionately.

I held her hips, bent over and made her lie on the ground, then I was ready to thrust my aggressive cock into her body, that slippery flesh wall!

When I think about the feeling of being in my wife's vagina, I seem to lose my mind and turn into a wild beast that only knows how to rub.

I pressed my glans against her surface and was about to go deeper.

"Well... I don't want it anymore... It's only been more than ten minutes and you want to eat me," my wife deliberately used a sweet voice to attract my attention. "I still want to play for a few more hours..."

Wow! This is the kind of wife I know. She acts like a lady when she goes out, like a good mother when she takes care of children, but a slut in bed.

She turned over and pressed me to the floor, then adjusted her position so that she took my erect cock in her mouth and straddled my face with her legs.

She's already someone's mother and still acts like this. But I like it, anyway, she is mine from head to toe.

Once again the pleasure came into my mind, and I couldn't help but admire my wife's tongue skills. We were originally trying to please each other at the same time, but I lost the chance to attack her due to her licking, and I just lay on the floor and let her do what she wanted.

"No, this won't satisfy me. I have to start."

I muttered to myself in a trance.

At this time, my wife gave me the strongest stimulation.

“Ah!”

I screamed like a wild animal. I stood up violently, grabbed my wife's legs, and while standing, I inserted my penis straight into her vagina.

The lady's arms were wrapped around my neck, and the force of the blow almost made her lose her balance.

My hands slowly lifted her legs, making her whole body float up, and then suddenly dropped down. When she was tightly pressed against my cock due to gravity, I pushed my hips upward with force.

"Yeah..."

The lovely cries made me even more crazy.

My wife's legs were wrapped around my waist like a vine.

I moved up again, but she had already started moving vigorously, and by clamping her legs together she had enough strength to move.

Seeing her performance like this, I was suddenly moved. This kind of boudoir joy should be created well by two people, and all reserve should be abandoned. Only in this way can the best physiological satisfaction be obtained, and sex will not be boring or even terrible.

Although sex life is not everything in a marriage, good "communication" can at least avoid some unnecessary family crises.

Weren't we like this before?

I feel that I also need to start to get involved, otherwise I won’t be able to compare to my wife.

At this moment, I no longer had a strong desire to have intercourse. I just wanted to get to know the woman in my arms again.

Putting her on the edge of the bathtub, the wife was panting tiredly, and her slightly closed brows seemed to reveal the intensity of the sexual intercourse just now.

"Huh... honey, what's wrong?" she spoke breathlessly.

I just gazed at her lovingly, then stroked her slowly without saying a word.

Her well-proportioned figure, beautiful breasts of moderate size, pink areolas, and tall nipples all slid between my fingers one by one, or I pinched her nipples with my fingers, or held her breasts with my hands, or gently rubbed her smooth belly.

I opened my arms wide and caressed my upper body and legs at the same time.

The atmosphere suddenly eased.

I don’t know how many minutes had passed, but my wife and I, who had stopped panting, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Are you old?" My wife's refreshing smile illuminates me.

"Old." I shook my head.

"Oh! Husband, don't say that, it will make me sad." My wife stood up and hugged me.

My wife's wet hair was scattered on my shoulders.

I turned my head slightly to kiss her, then leaned close to her ear and said, "You are old. You are old."

"You..." The lady looked up at me, speaking in a sweet but angry voice.

I sealed her lips before she could finish.

Our tongues were entangled fiercely, and finally she lost her defense and let me ravage her.

Leaving her lips, I moved to her beautiful face, sucked her earlobe, kissed her forehead, her eyes, and the tip of her nose. Slowly, I fell into her plump neck, lingered on her shoulders, and got lost in her cleavage.

Her smell is so sweet and fragrant.

This was the first time that not only were we physically united, but our minds and feelings were also closely connected because of my growth.

This was also the first time that I felt that the lovemaking with her was not "pleasant" but "beautiful".

I placed my tongue flat on her nipple and used the tip of my tongue to kiss the nipple up and down.

He slid his hands across her belly, over the velvety area.

I spread her legs again.

It's time, this time it really is time.

"Ah! No," my wife stopped me, "This time is different from the past... It's different in every way... It's so beautiful..."

My wife stood up and kissed me, saying shyly, "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 to the bedroom, where we both slid between the sheets.

The tip slowly moved in the depression of her wet slit, then pushed forward slightly, rubbing lightly with the glans.

Hold her tongue and suck her sweet saliva.

The palms of his hands either squeezed and kneaded her, or gently applied force to her sweet breasts.

His fingers would either playfully curl her dense pubic hair, or form a V shape and press against her petals, stroking them gently back and forth.

I suddenly pushed my body forward, and the swollen tip of the shaft rubbed against the moist flesh wall. The beautiful feeling made me blank for a moment.

The wife involuntarily stepped back.

Slowly withdraw until only the glans remains in the tight flesh wall.

Using the technique of my hips, I moved back and forth with a small amplitude, rubbing the warm wall with only the tip of my penis, causing the extremely soft flesh to slightly concave and rise with my movement.

Push in hard again.

The pleasure shot through my spine and I felt surrounded by an unknown warmth.

I pulled it out again, and in a trance I saw two clumps of black hair separate, with a bright red fountain of pleasure in the middle, flickering with soft luster under the dim art light, and then the two clumps of black hair merged again, separated, merged, separated, and merged...

The increasing pleasure made us float in the vast ocean of sex and love, soul and desire.

"Hu... Oh... Hu... Ah..." disordered breathing and heavy tone.

"Hmm...ah...hmm...ah..." The soft moans could not conceal the satisfaction of her desire.

The rise and fall of the hips has reached a completely rapid speed.

“No… don’t… don’t leave… leave me…” the wife gasped and shouted in a trance.

Her legs wrapped around my waist like vines, matching my rhythm and gradually gaining strength.

Under the restraint of my wife's feet and the depletion of my physical strength, I gradually felt that my thrusts were weakening.

"No... No... "

I was so restless that I was about to explode.

I grabbed my wife's breasts, which were swollen due to excitement, and used them as a fulcrum, and I deepened my force.

The flesh walls, wet and slippery due to sex, clamped me tightly. When the glans slid past, electric currents of passion transmitted into my brain in waves, driving me towards the climax of love as if I had lost consciousness.

"Too... too... let go... let go... I'm gonna... I'm gonna come out..."

I said breathlessly, informing my wife out of habit, as this was our method of contraception in the past.

“Don’t let me… don’t let me… let me leave… ah… ah… ah… ah…”

Before my wife could finish her words, she had already reached orgasm and screamed hysterically. Her hot love fluid flowed out like a flood, moistening my expanding and contracting penis. Her passionate uterus had already opened the door to millions of sperms.

The twitching flesh walls and the love fluid from the orgasm instantly brought me to the climax.

“Yes… I’m going to cum… cum… cum… cum… cum… cum…”

Feel the semen entering the urethra from the vas deferens and about to rush out of the body.

I thrust my cock into the deepest part, and the heat from my body burst out at that moment, turning into waves of hot currents rushing towards my wife's uterus.

"ah… "

My wife and I shouted out in climax at the same time.

The waves of pleasure in my body made me lose my balance and I fell on my wife's tender breasts.

I seemed to be able to see the thick white semen entangled with the cervical wall, accumulating in clumps deep in the vagina, slowly spreading and flowing into the uterus to pursue the egg and complete the sacred mission of passing on the family line...

The heat of the semen brought the wife a surging excitement, and her flushed cheeks shone with excitement; she loosened her clenched teeth, and her serene and peaceful expression could not hide her satisfaction and happiness.

Seeing my wife's enthusiasm tonight, I was suddenly very moved. I finally found the woman who made me so infatuated with her before.

"She is my woman," I screamed in my heart, "God, I swear to you, I really, really will love her forever and ever, really, I swear..."

The bed was facing the ocean, and the two of us lay quietly, enjoying the tranquility after the storm.

My charming wife nestled in my arms, as lovable as a kitten.

The distant waves beat against the steep rocks, and the bright moonlight slanted into the dim room from the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was an indescribable happiness.

Staring in a trance for no reason.

"Why would I want to go to a sauna? My wife has already satisfied me so much, damn it, I should not even have the thought of betraying her for a moment." I gritted my teeth secretly.

"What are you thinking about?" My wife touched my chest back and forth with her slender fingers.

"Uh... no... I didn't..." My heart started beating faster, as if my wife had seen through my thoughts.

"How could there be none? Isn't it about the sauna?" the wife said calmly.

How did she know...

"Oh no, it's over, it's over..." I was secretly surprised at how well-informed she was.

The wife's tone remained calm.

"If you dare to do anything to let me down, do you know what I will do?" My wife's tone was very slow and gentle, but every word was like a sharp sword piercing my heart.

"What should I do? Should I deny it till death or plead guilty?" I was a little flustered.

The lady moved her body upwards so that I could see her face clearly.

"Hee..." Suddenly, the lady's stern tone softened and she actually laughed.

Then she came close to me and sealed my reply with her red lips: "I don't believe you have the guts to betray me... Darling..."

She held my hands and slowly lifted my arms. Her firm but plump breasts pressed against my chest, which made me very happy. It was a pity that we had just finished a few minutes ago. If it had been ten minutes later, I would have pressed her under my body again and made love to her passionately.

"Hmm..." My wife's tongue achieved an overwhelming victory, and I could only passively follow her guidance.

Luckily she didn't know...

Reassured...

I felt a little breathless under my wife's passionate kiss.

Just as my arm was held by my wife on the bedside table, the back of my hand touched something. If I hadn't held it before, it would have been difficult to guess what it was.

But the bad thing is that I have.

I almost fainted from fright. It was the door number of the sauna cubicle, which I brought with me when I ran out in a hurry.

It turns out that she already knew it, but why...

The wife propped herself up with her hands, her beautiful face seemed a little angry, but more resentful.

Looking at my frightened face, the tremors in my body kept being transmitted to her.

She was really angry and funny.

"Will you dare to do it again in the future..." His expression suddenly changed and he asked me with a smile.

Oh my god...

"My dear wife, I won't dare to do that again..."

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One year later, when I came home from get off work, my wife was cooking in the kitchen and my son was practicing walking within the range she could take care of him.

I unexpectedly hugged my wife from behind and kissed her rosy cheek.

"Wife, can we have another daughter to be our son's sister?"

My wife was like a naive little girl, as if she had already thought about it and didn't expect me to bring it up first. She said to me: "Of course, of course... But husband... can you really bear the days without me?"

"How could I not bear it?"

I picked up my son, and he was calling "Dad" in a muffled voice.

I smiled happily, I am finally a father.

A lovely wife, a young child, and a family, this feeling is so good.

"Son, do you like Daddy and Mommy to give you another little sister to keep you company..."

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