I Love Young Wife (Wife and Mature Adult Novel)

The advent of computers has definitely comforted a large number of men like me. Since I met him, I have had many romantic encounters. I am so grateful that I am living in the 21st century. But one thing that Ningren finds embarrassing is that most of the time she doesn't know what the women over there look like, and it would be disgusting if they were disgusting. But generally speaking, it can still satisfy people's lust.

Not long ago, there was another affair. To be honest, Wan Hui is the most beautiful and the most qualified of all the online friends I have dated: she is a student in the Oil Painting Department of the Academy of Fine Arts. So when I first met her I became very reserved. Even though she had agreed to get a room with me during our previous online chat, I couldn't help feeling a little inferior when I saw that she was 1.65 meters tall, weighed 95 grams, was slim, had beautiful long hair, a pretty oval face, and icy lips. Plus, I didn't know where the nearest hotel was, so I had to suggest we go to a nearby bar and sit down. While I was chatting with her about some serious topics and racking my brains to search for a nearby hotel, her phone rang. The school notified her to go back for a meeting and go back immediately. It seemed that there was no chance of getting a hotel room. Although I was disappointed, I still graciously took a taxi to send her back to school. Before leaving, I asked, "Next time I ask you out, will you come out?" Her answer was concise and puzzling, "Maybe 'maybe'." This sentence made me review the sentence segmentation and subject, predicate and object judgment of high school Chinese in the taxi on the way back.

After I returned that time, I talked about this matter with a fellow traveler. He also said that he saw a young woman with a devilish figure and a devilish face every day. Since he couldn't stand that disgusting face, he asked his colleague to call and lied and retreated (PS: this enthusiast has higher requirements for women. If it were me, of course I would have sex with her first - it would be the same anyway when the lights are turned off ^_^) At this point, I couldn't help but be shocked: would my netizen with an angelic face play the same trick? But now that things have come to this, I comforted myself by thinking that I could just act like a gentleman and have a normal meeting.

A few days later, I drove past her school and couldn't help but send her a text message when I came back. Unexpectedly, her answer was: "Do you still remember me? I thought you had forgotten me." It seems that she must think that I live among flowers, and if she can't be found, someone else will naturally take her place. This means that she was most likely not making an excuse to get out of it at the time, but it really happened. And judging from her quick reply to my message, she didn't seem to have any dislike for me. Haha, there's hope.

What happens next accelerates the story even further.

One morning I received a joke about SARS and forwarded it to her. She quickly replied, "What are you doing?" I made a few sarcastic remarks in response, which were nothing more than corny words like "I'm thinking of you". She asked me in return, "Your wife is not here, why are you so arrogant?" I immediately told her everything about my plans on how to make an appointment with her when my wife is here, and how to make an appointment with her when my wife is not here. It’s just a short message, so we’re not afraid of blushing, hehe. She laughed and replied, "What do you usually like to do with your wife?" It was exactly what he wanted! She brought the topic to sex, and now it's up to me to figure out how to use my thumb...

As a result, I spent the entire morning chatting about sex via text messages, ranging from her favorite positions to her boyfriend's "quick finish"; from my first date with an online friend to the glory of last year's May Day. Our topics were deep and wide-ranging, and our questions and answers were direct and sensitive. Although I wanted to meet her right away, my mind told me that the opportunity was not yet ripe. But when she said in her last message, "I'm going to paint, be good and have fun by yourself," I knew that this girl from the oil painting department would definitely belong to me.

(I'm sorry, dear readers, I haven't gotten to the point yet after dragging on for so long. I've wasted your time. But since you've watched so much, please be patient. The fun will begin soon.)

A few more days passed as I fantasized about meeting her. After I unexpectedly woke up from my nap before 2 p.m., I received a text message from her on my phone: "Come out this afternoon." After some ideological struggle (whether to meet her or deal with work first), I decided to meet her after all. After all, it's not easy to get an opportunity for a girl to take the initiative to ask you out.

This meeting was prepared for a long time, so I went straight to a three-star hotel that I had learned about in advance, booked a room, bought condoms and waited for her to come.

After a period of anxious waiting, her figure wearing a mask (SARS was prevalent at the time) finally appeared in my view through the peephole of the door. The moment she raised her hand to knock, I opened the door. She smiled at me and walked into the room naturally. Her style today was different from when we first met that day. That day she was wearing a black sweater and black jeans, but today she was wearing a Bohemian-style top and jeans with a short skirt on top, which looked quite alternative. Seeing me looking her up and down, she threw her small bag on the bed and asked a question that puzzled me: "What should we do now?" What could I do? I walked over, patted the bed beside me, and said, "What do you think?" She sat next to me generously, turned her head to watch TV, and I reached out to hug her waist and put my lips to her neck. Unexpectedly, she giggled and broke free, stood up and kept changing channels, muttering to herself: "Why are there no good programs?" I asked: "What's wrong? Are you embarrassed?" She nodded, but her eyes were still fixed on the TV screen. I said, "Don't be shy, come and sit down." Then I reached out and pulled her. She sat down with her back half facing me, right between my legs. I put my arms around her waist and whispered behind her ear, "Close your eyes and think of me as your boyfriend, then you won't be embarrassed." I raised my hands and held her breasts through her clothes. The feeling of fullness and fullness in the palm of my hand made me almost unbelievable, because her breasts looked very small from the outside. Based on my previous experience with other girls, these small breasts that were almost supported by bras would never have such a round and full feeling. The support from the whole body could only slightly expand my hands, and it was completely impossible to hold them up. The unexpected feeling made me erect immediately. I was about to caress her further, but unexpectedly she got up again and ran to the bed opposite.

I don't like to force myself on girls, so I didn't pursue her. I sat on the bed and said, "I don't know what to do with you now." She stared at the TV and thought for a while, then said, "How about this, you blindfold yourself." Oh, it turned out that she was embarrassed to let me take off her clothes. I tried to ask, "Can't I turn around and not look at you?" "No! You must blindfold yourself." She said without any room for negotiation. I continued to work hard to take off the beautiful woman's clothes with my own hands: "Are you so embarrassed? Everyone will see it all later anyway." "That's different." It seems that I can't afford to compromise. I helplessly put the coat on my head, still muttering unwillingly: "Why don't you go to the bathroom? You make me suffer like this?" She asked quickly: "Then why don't you go to the bathroom?" Oh, so this is how it works, "Why didn't you say so earlier!" I tore off my coat, and went straight into the bathroom without even looking up at her who was probably halfway taken off - I didn't want to ruin everything by rushing to take a look!

After a while, she shouted outside, "Okay!" I responded and went out, but saw that her clothes, skirt, underwear were spread all over the bed. She had hidden herself under the sheets of another bed, with her hands on the edge of the sheets, and seemed a little embarrassed. I wouldn't feel embarrassed if I didn't do it at this time. I stood in front of her very naturally, took off my clothes, even my underwear, and lay naked beside her. Seeing me lying down, she turned her face away somewhat awkwardly. I laughed at her, "Are you still embarrassed now?" Then I turned her face and prepared to kiss her. Unexpectedly, she turned her face away and said, "No kissing." "Why? I don't have bad breath." I continued to pull her face unwillingly, but she still firmly avoided my lips and replied, "Even my boyfriend can't kiss me. If you don't believe me, you can go ask him." Since she said that, I couldn't continue, so I turned to the next best thing and kissed her earlobe. This time she did not refuse, but closed her eyes and quietly let my lips and tongue slide across her earlobes and cheeks.

While kissing her, my hand took the opportunity to slide down her bare shoulders, reach into the sheets, and caress her breasts. Her breasts were indeed real. Although small, they were full, round and soft, supporting the palm of my hand. I couldn't help but pull aside the sheets and carefully appreciate this beauty that was as white and delicate as her skin. My lips covered one small pink nipple while my fingers pinched and tweaked the other.

Her breathing began to become rapid and her hands began to grab my shoulders. As I sucked, my hand slid across her flat and smooth belly, and went straight between her legs. I found the clitoris that was shyly hidden between her pubic hair and labia, and began to knead it carefully. Now her breathing quickened rapidly and she held me even tighter. After kneading for a while, I kissed her lower abdomen and completely lifted off the sheet covering her lower body. Because her whole body was exposed in front of me, she shyly clamped her legs together, as if she didn't want me to see her dark private parts. But this was different from her firm refusal just now. This was just an instinctive reaction. When I pulled her legs with both hands, she half-pushed and half-pushed apart, and her narrow labia appeared in front of me. I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue and started licking. She immediately screamed, twisting her body, and her hands seemed to be pushing and pressing my head. Her reaction was very intense. I didn't care about that. I grabbed her legs with both hands, buried my head deeply, licked and sucked, and her unbearable cries of joy kept coming to my ears. The slightly salty vaginal fluid soon flowed into my mouth. I touched it with my fingers and found that the clitoris and labia were all slippery. Now I could play with them more freely. So I slowly inserted my middle finger, hooked it around the tender flesh of her vaginal wall for a while, making her whole body tense up, then I inserted my index finger, and started thrusting rhythmically. She moaned, her hands sometimes tightly grasping my arms and sometimes tightly grasping the bed sheets. Her lower body kept pressing down with my rhythm, swinging desperately, making a puffing sound, and her vaginal fluid kept flowing out. I looked at her with an appearance of ecstasy and could not help but speeding up the movements of my hands. After a moment, I suddenly felt her vagina suddenly expand, as if it was trying to suck something, and then recover. This repeated several times. She screamed and held my body to her with her hands desperately. I knew it was time to get real.

I pulled out my fingers, took out the condom calmly and put it on, then turned around and saw that she was slowly twisting her naked body like all the women who were eager to accept it, breathing rapidly and waiting for the man to conquer her. I knelt down, spread her legs, found the location of her vaginal opening, held my erect penis, and slowly inserted it into her hungry pussy. As the penis slowly entered, the expression on her face gradually changed. She first closed her eyes as if enduring it, then her brows relaxed, and then her mouth opened. From the depths of her throat came an extremely comfortable "Ah~~~~~~~~".

After I felt my penis was finally completely wrapped by the warm flesh, I began to move it slowly and powerfully. To be honest, her vagina was not as tight as I imagined, but her reaction was much greater than I expected. After only a few thrusts, her fingers almost scratched through my back, forcing me to thrust in and out while breathlessly warning her not to scratch me, as I would have trouble explaining to my wife when I got home. Only then did she restrain herself a little, but her moans were still as unbridled as before.

After kneeling and fucking for a while, I turned her over and started my favorite doggy style. She raised her big white and tender butt high, supported her head with her hands, and screamed, her whole body shaking as my powerful penis hit her. Seeing such a beautiful girl lying in front of me in such a lewd manner made me feel extremely stimulated. As soon as I was excited, my lower body felt numb and large streams of semen gushed out. I held her butt tightly with my whole body and didn't let go until every last drop was ejaculated. After letting go of my hand, her butt was still pressed against my body and kept shaking for a long time, until I pulled out my limp penis, and she fell reluctantly on the bed.

As soon as the passion passed, she immediately regained her previous reserve and quickly pulled the quilt to cover her body. I leaned over and asked her, "How do you feel about it?" She faced the wall, smiled, and said nothing. She seemed quite satisfied. I leaned against her, gently stroked her arm, and said, "Just wait, you'll be in trouble later." Then she turned her face towards me, looked at me with a noncommittal smile, and turned her face back. I ignored her and adjusted my breathing, relaxed my mind, and shifted my attention to the TV. This is my experience: if you are too anxious to get an erection for the next time after having sex once, it will affect your mood; on the contrary, if you take a comfortable rest for a while after orgasm, chat for a while, watch TV, you will quickly get into the mood.

We chatted for a while, about 20 minutes, and then I saw that there seemed to be not much time left, so I prepared to start the next one. I said, "Let me give you a massage." She obediently lay over, exposing her entire back. I sat astride her and began to massage her neck downwards, until my hand was on her vulva again. I gently rubbed her still wet vagina, inserted my hand in front of her body, squeezed between her breasts and the mattress, and caressed her together. After a while her body began to twist, so I turned her over, continued to rub her vagina with one hand, and held up my half-erect penis with the other hand and put it to her mouth. Although she refused to kiss me, she did not reject my penis which was still covered with semen. She opened her mouth and took it in, sucking it back and forth, deeply and shallowly. In fact, the mental pleasure of oral sex is far greater than the physical pleasure. Looking at my crude thing in the rosy little mouth of a beautiful woman, the strong sense of conquest made me immediately fully erect, and I even worried that I would ejaculate right away. So I pulled out my penis almost immediately - I wanted to conquer her vagina, not her mouth - and let the glans slide down along her skin, rubbing against her skin, to the fighting position. She was obviously enjoying this special caress. Her body bent strongly, and her moans and strong grip made me fully feel the extreme pleasure of her body.

Once again, my penis penetrated deeply into her vagina. She tensed her body and hugged me tightly, opening her thighs to clamp my butt, as if she wanted me to fuck her harder. I propped myself up with my hands and did forceful and fast piston movements in a push-up position. This is my most powerful position. My body, except for my lower body, has no contact with the woman's body. This gives my lower body more room to move, thus maximizing the amplitude and intensity of the movement. Sure enough, under the impact of this posture, she completely lost herself. She just screamed, twisted, and held on to me. She completely forgot everything around her, forgetting that she didn't even know my name. At this moment, the only thing in her heart was the pleasure that filled her whole body.

Although the push-up position can bring great pleasure to both parties, it is also very physically demanding. After I had been inserting it for about a few minutes, I felt that my arms could not support me anymore, so I sat up, and she sat up as well, taking the opportunity to ride on me, changing to the man at the bottom and woman at the top position. However, before I could completely lie down, she got impatient and hugged my neck tightly and started shaking her hips back and forth frantically, forcing me to continue sitting and hold her wildly twisting waist to keep the balance of both of us. Her face was tilted back and she was shaking her buttocks very devotedly, but the pleasure it gave me was not strong. Perhaps if she changed to up and down movement it would be stronger, but seeing her excited and screaming, I did not change my position, but just thrust up from time to time to comfort the penis under heavy pressure.

This position lasted for a while, and the base of my penis was pressed so hard that it started to hurt a little. I think it's my turn to show off my power. So I pushed her down, and her head was pressed against the wall beside the bed. Now, every time I hit her, she was forced to tilt her head, her hair was scattered on her face, her rosy lips were half open, and her eyes were closed. She looked so sexy. Such a beautiful girl was making love with herself so crazily, which made me, who was struggling hard, even doubt that I was in a dream. As the movements intensified, her head kept sliding down until it almost slid to the foot of the bed. Since the foot of the bed was close to the entrance of the room, I was afraid that her unbridled moaning would attract people in the hotel, so I pulled out my penis and instead caressed her with my mouth and hands, allowing her wild body to relax for a moment. Sure enough, as soon as the penis was pulled out, she became limp and no longer twisted around as violently as before. She just grabbed my hair from time to time when I kissed her sensitive parts. My mouth kissed down her neck, and when I kissed her sexy belly button, her reaction suddenly intensified, especially when I stuck my tongue into her belly button and licked it hard. The hand that grabbed my hair seemed to want to make me bald, and it hurt so much that I had to stop licking after only a while: "Don't be so hard, it will be difficult to explain to my wife if you pull my hair." She turned her face away embarrassedly and smiled, gently touched my face with her hand, and said, "Who told you to lick me so comfortably..." Looking at her coquettish look, my desire was aroused again. I grabbed her arm, pulled her up, and said, "Didn't you say you like to work while standing?" Then I stood up, picked up one of her legs, and held my penis with one hand while trying to find the position of her vagina. Maybe there was too big a height difference between us, I fumbled for a long time but couldn't insert my penis. She got anxious, hugged my neck, and simply lifted up her other leg. Her whole body was suddenly hanging on me. I hugged her legs with both hands, lifted her body up, and then sat down, and the penis finally entered smoothly. She screamed and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly. Then I used force with my hands and began to toss her up and down, rubbing my penis vigorously in and out of her vagina. Although in this position my penis has a limited range of movement in her vagina, but each time it is equivalent to using her whole body weight to insert it, almost penetrating into her uterus, so she was simply overwhelmed with pleasure, and after a few times, she actually shouted desperately: "Comfortable... I feel so comfortable!" To be honest, although I have seen many women making all kinds of obscene noises when being fucked in various erotic works, I have never encountered this before having sex with her. Today I finally experienced it. It seems that her reputation for having sex while standing is not unfounded.

Although exciting, this pose called "Italian Chandelier" is too physically demanding, considering that she weighs 95 kilograms. I couldn't stand for about 5 minutes anymore, so I slowly put her on the bed. Maybe it was because it was too stimulating just now, or maybe it was because I pressed down on my penis when I put her down, so I ejaculated right after I put her on the bed. It was really not satisfying.

Due to time constraints, I had to leave. Before leaving, I asked her, "Is this awesome enough? " She still smiled and said nothing. I asked again: "Next time I ask you out, will you not come out?" She immediately corrected me: "I didn't say that!" Haha, it seems that I have had enough of her. I decided to find another time to ask her out and fuck her a few more times. Just wait and see!