The most exciting sex life (adult novel adapted from anime)

I was born in an intellectual family, and my parents have always paid close attention to my studies since I was young. I am also quite hardworking and have a good brain, so my academic performance has always been good. I was always at the top of the class when I was in elementary school, and was successfully admitted to a key middle school. Without much effort, I was admitted to a key university. After graduating from university, I joined a famous foreign-funded enterprise. I am currently the assistant to the general manager and my monthly income is nearly 10,000 yuan.

My wife is my college classmate, in the same grade but different department. We fell in love when we were sophomores in college and got married three years ago. After graduating from university, she has been working in the provincial government as a chief clerk with a monthly income of about 3,000 yuan. Our family is a typical "one family, two systems" family structure, which is said to be a family career structure that young people today are more attracted to.

My wife and I first had sex before we got married, around the summer of my junior year in college, when I was twenty and she was nineteen. It was summer vacation at the time and other students had gone home, but we stayed in school because we agreed to conduct a social survey. At that time, she was the only one left in her dormitory. Whenever I had time, I would go to her dormitory to find her and stay for a few hours. We chat, talk, hug, caress and kiss each other, and often feel that time passes too quickly.

One afternoon, it wasn't a matter of who took the initiative, but we both took off our clothes without realizing it while we were kissing on her bed. My hard thing was rubbing between her thighs. She was a little scared and clamped her legs tightly together. Seeing this, I stopped rubbing her and just rubbed her breasts. After a while she couldn't bear it anymore, so she spread her legs and clamped my penis, still humming. I didn't hesitate and immediately pressed on her and stuck that thing into her lower body. Because it was my first time, I ejaculated after just a few strokes. She didn't seem to be in much pain, she was humming, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, and she refused to let go for a long time even after I ejaculated. Afterwards, I took a peek at the bed sheet and found no blood except my semen, and then I realized that she was no longer a virgin. But looking at her lovely and shy appearance, I felt at ease again: as long as she loves me, what does it matter whether she is a virgin or not? Besides, the absence of bleeding during first sexual intercourse does not completely prove that she is not a virgin.

From then on, we were hooked. Taking advantage of the convenience of fewer people on campus during the holidays, we would have sex whenever we had time, either in her dormitory or in my dormitory. I remember we had sex three times in one day. That was an age when we were both playful and tireless. All I thought about every day was her breasts and vagina, and all she thought about all day was my penis. As a result, after a crazy holiday, when the classmates returned to school, I had to accompany her to the hospital for an abortion.

We became more careful afterwards. I bought a lot of condoms and we both carried a few with us so we could use them whenever we wanted. After school started, the dormitories were full of people, and it became less convenient for us to have sex. But this is not a problem for us, a pair of pleasure-loving lovers. Under the moonlight, in a corner of the playground, in a corner of the classroom, as long as there is no one around, it can all be a place for us to have sex. The only difference is that we can't take off our clothes and do it like we did during the summer vacation. She was a very smart girl. From that summer vacation on, she wore skirts all year round: thin skirts in summer, leather skirts in spring and autumn, and long woolen skirts in winter. When she wanted to have sex with me, she just had to take off her underwear and I would take that thing out of her trouser leg. The skirt became a perfect fig leaf for us. Even if someone walked by us, as long as we didn't move, they would think we were just a couple hugging each other.

In this way, we spent nearly two years of sweet time together. The pleasure, the joy, and the excitement we felt at that time are still fresh in my memory. I asked my wife about this and she felt the same way.

Later, when we graduated from college and started working, I took her to meet my parents. My parents were very happy to see her. They kept praising her for being smart, quiet and pretty. They also secretly told me not to force her to do things before marriage that could only be done after marriage. After I told her, we both almost died of laughter. She laughed and hit me with her little fist and said, "Your parents really think highly of us. They didn't expect that I would become a member of your family a long time ago."

Not long after, we officially got married and moved into a three-bedroom apartment that the company rented for me. When decorating the house, we focused on decorating the bedroom: we laid a thick wool carpet on the floor, installed a large mirror on the wall at the head of the bed, and she also asked her American female classmates for a lot of large color photos of naked men and women and pasted them on the wall. In short, everything in the bedroom is designed to stimulate our sexual desire and to facilitate intercourse in various postures.

On our wedding night, we both took off all our clothes, stuck together tightly, rolled from the bed to the floor, walked from the bedroom to the living room, and played from the bathroom to the kitchen. I ejaculated again and again, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs, as if she wanted to vent all the sexual desire that had been suppressed over the years in that one night. We tossed and turned all night long, slept all day the next day, and didn't get up until the evening. My wife said coquettishly, "You are really amazing. You made my vagina swollen." I also said to her, "You are not simple either. You made me ejaculate five times in one night. My urethra still hurts like a needle!"

From then on we began our journey of truly legal and open sex. In order to add to the fun, I bought a lot of pornographic spy movies. The couple watched them while imitating sex. We tried all kinds of positions such as doggy style, sideways, astride, and sitting. We also imitated the foreigners in the porn movies to perform oral and anal sex. When it comes to oral sex, my wife accepts it completely. She holds my penis in her mouth and licks and sucks it. She is more wild than those foreign girls. Those foreign girls just want men to ejaculate on their faces, but she was so good. She insisted that I ejaculate into her mouth without leaving a drop. Then she gulped it all down. After drinking it, she smacked her lips and kept saying "It's so sweet and fragrant." I joked that she was more slutty than foreign girls. She squinted at me and said, "If you don't like it, then I won't do it." I quickly hugged her and said, "I like it, I think you are much better than foreign girls." Her anger turned into joy, and she lowered her head to lick my penis again.

Regarding anal sex, my wife was a little hesitant at first: "My anus is so small, will it hurt when you insert it?" I comforted her: "Look at those foreigners in the movies, their penises are not thicker or longer than mine, but they can still insert them into the girls' anuses! Look how happy those foreign girls are, they arch their buttocks desperately, fearing that the penis is not inserted deeply enough." At this time, a Chinese girl with a figure even smaller than my wife appeared on the TV screen, and she was sticking her buttocks out for a black man to penetrate her anus. The black man's thing was more than a foot long and was completely inserted into the girl's anus. The girl was so excited that her whole body was shaking and she kept making obscene noises. My wife said to herself while watching TV, "If this girl can bear it, I should be fine too!" "Stop hesitating, I promise to make you feel like you're dying." "Hateful." My wife said as she climbed onto the bed and raised her snow-white buttocks high. Her rosy, tight little anus made my heart burn with desire. I quickly learned from what I saw on TV, smeared saliva on the glans, and slowly inserted it into my wife's anus. "Ouch, go slower, it hurts a little." I quickly stopped moving. Unexpectedly, my wife screamed again: "Just stick it in all at once." I thrust my waist forward, and the four-inch long penis was inserted into my wife's narrow anus, and asked: "Does it still hurt?" My wife twisted her buttocks and said in a trembling voice: "It doesn't hurt, but it's very swollen, as if the rectum is full. Try moving!" I began to thrust slowly. At first, I felt dry and tight inside. After dozens of thrusts, I felt that my wife's anus seemed to be coated with oil, becoming more and more lubricated, and my thrusting speed became faster and faster. My wife couldn't help it at last, and cried out like a cry: "Good brother, push harder. My anus is swollen, hot, numb and comfortable!" I increased the amplitude of my thrusts, and my lower abdomen violently hit my wife's soft buttocks. The wife buried her face in the pillow and made a sound of joy that sounded like sobbing. After we finished, my wife leaned her face in my arms and said shyly, "I didn't expect that anal sex could be so exciting. It makes my bones feel numb..." After that, my penis took turns thrusting in her mouth, vagina, and anus. My wife, who graduated from the Department of Mathematics, also carefully designed a sexual intercourse schedule, which evenly arranged the time for oral sex, sexual intercourse, and anal sex, and did not neglect any hole. I'm happy to enjoy it. As long as there's a hole for my penis to fit in, it's fine.

One time we watched a Taiwanese spy movie. The male protagonist’s penis was not as thick as the foreigners’, and the female protagonist was not as pretty as the foreign girls. It didn’t interest us at first. But the film was all in Mandarin and full of foul language, which really made us excited. When the heroine said in a coquettish voice, "My dear man, use your big cock to fuck my pussy, fuck it hard," my penis suddenly became erect, and my wife collapsed on me as if she had no bones, and said in a lewd voice, "Good brother, my pussy is itchy, I want to eat your big cock." How could I control myself when I heard my quiet and pretty wife say such vulgar words? He immediately jumped on his horse and thrust his spear forward. My wife closed her eyes and kept shouting, "Good brother, my dear man, your cock is so hot and hard, it's going to fuck me to death!" I was so aroused by her that my blood rushed to my veins and my semen spurted out. I stroked her smooth skin and sighed, "I didn't expect these dirty words could be so arousing!" My wife's eyes were seductive, and she said in a lewd voice, "Then I'll say a few more words, and see if you can still get hard." After that, she jumped off the bed naked, caressing her breasts and twisting her buttocks, while humming like a dream, "Oh, my breasts are swollen and itchy, my pussy is wet, and it seems like there are little bugs crawling in my asshole. I want your big cock to fuck me! Dear man, fuck me to death!" My eardrums were buzzing, my blood was boiling, and my penis, which had just ejaculated, became hard as iron again without realizing it. I jumped off the bed, hugged my soft and tender wife, and started thrusting hard into her dripping wet vagina: "I, I, I'm going to fuck you to death, you little slut." My wife hummed: "I am your little slut sister, and you are my big dick brother, just fuck me hard, I'll be happy when you fuck me to death!" I inserted my penis into her anus again, and said viciously: "Little slut, I'm going to fuck your asshole to pieces!" My wife arched her ass hard, moaning: "You can fuck my little slut's asshole, fuck it to pieces if you want!" We went crazy for another hour, and I ejaculated the remaining semen, which my wife swallowed into her stomach like tasting nectar.

In this way, under the guidance of Huang Spy, we kept changing our plans and spent the chaotic and crazy first year of our marriage.

Later, my wife gradually lost interest in the pornographic spy movies I bought, feeling that they were still not exciting enough. So she went to our alma mater and found the American female classmate who had lived in the same dormitory with her for a year (who is now teaching at the school), and collected a bunch of books and film magazines and brought them home. That night we hugged each other naked on the sofa and read them together.

When the movie "The Bourne Legacy" showed a blonde girl being raped by several muscular men, my wife rubbed her breasts against me softly and whispered in my ear, "Dear brother, I want you to rape me, too, okay?" I was naturally overjoyed. I pushed her face down on the bed, tied her hands behind her back with a pajama belt, and said, "Now I'm going to rape you, little slut!" Unexpectedly, my wife twisted her body and acted coquettishly, "I don't like it tied like this. I want you to tie me up like in "The Bourne Legacy", and it's best if you tie the rope into the flesh, that's what rape is!" I was so happy that I quickly went to the balcony to find a long clothesline, wrapped it around her snow-white neck, and wrapped it around her jade arms. I tied my wife up three times on the left and three times on the right, and tied her up tightly, like a meat bun without palm leaves. My wife’s upper body was tied up, so she could only twist her lower body desperately, begging: “Brother, you tied me so tightly, I can’t even breathe, um… so comfortable…” Looking at her extremely voluptuous body tied up in a ball, I couldn’t help but have my eyes light up, my glans was wet, and I pounced on her and raped her three flesh holes one by one…

In the following month, my wife asked me to tie her up and rape her every time we had sex. One day, after I tied up my wife, she looked at me charmingly with her big watery eyes and said, "My dear man, find a rope to hang me up, and then stand behind me and fuck my asshole, okay?" I obeyed her at this time and quickly found a long rope. I tied her hands behind her back at one end and hung the other end around the heating pipe on the roof. With a strong pull, my wife's snow-white feet left the ground and she let out a shrill scream. I panicked and quickly let go. The wife fell heavily on the carpet. I quickly picked her up and asked anxiously, "Baby, are you hurt?" My wife rolled her eyes and gasped, "Ouch... the ropes around my neck and arms are too tight... I'm a lot fatter now... As soon as my feet leave the ground, it feels like my arms are going to break, and I can't breathe..." I hurriedly said, "Then let's not play this, it hurts you so much..." Unexpectedly, my wife kept acting coquettishly in my arms: "No, I want to play, I want to play!" "I'm afraid I'll hurt you!" "Then... how about this, you pull the rope slowly, and stop when my toes are about to leave the ground. That way I'll be hung up, and I can bear it. What do you think?" I did as I was told and slowly pulled the rope. I saw my wife's arms gradually straightened in the opposite direction, and her heels left the ground. When her ten toes were perpendicular to the ground, my wife let out a painful cry from the depths of her throat: "Stop pulling, stop!" I hurriedly fixed the rope. I saw my wife's arms hung behind her back, her legs straight, and only her ten toes barely supporting her on the ground. The rope was deeply tied around her wrists and neck. I couldn't bear it: "Baby, if you can't bear it, I'll put you down." My wife shook her head repeatedly, her shiny black hair spread out like a waterfall, and she gasped: "No...no, I'm like this... my body hurts, but I'm happy in my heart. Look, is my ass sticking up? Why don't you fuck me!" I took a closer look and it was true: because my wife's hands were hung behind her back, her round buttocks naturally tilted back, and her moist and relaxed anus was opening and closing with desire. I thrust my penis hard and completely inserted it into my wife's anus. My wife cried out, "Oh, my dear man, you've pierced the little slut's asshole...ah...it feels so good, please pump it back and forth!" I exerted force on my waist and hips, pumping back and forth. My wife stood on her toes, and like a ballerina, she tried her best to move her buttocks to please me, and she made a sound that was neither crying nor crying...

Afterwards, my wife put her face against my chest and said, "My dear, this is the happiest and most satisfying sex I have ever had since we got married. You don't know, my neck was strangled so that I couldn't breathe, my arms felt like they were broken, my toes were sore and painful, and my asshole was hot and numb from your fucking. I will never forget that wonderful feeling." I casually said, "That's not easy. I will hang you up every time we have sex in the future." "Thank you so much, brother..."

This kind of sexually sadistic intercourse lasted for more than a year. Every time, my wife was so excited that she felt like she was going to die, and I also felt so happy and exhausted.

By the third year of our marriage, we had tried almost every kind of sexual method we could see and think of. The strange tricks that used to make our blood boil and our hearts fluttered gradually lost their novelty. Our sex life became increasingly dull and boring, and friction and quarrels between husband and wife increased.