A day in the life of a wife - watching my wife being fucked (wife, mature woman, adult novel)

A day in the life of a wife - watching my wife being fucked

(Chapter 1)

My wife is an elementary school teacher. She has a tall and plump figure and a beautiful and dignified face. But perhaps you didn't expect that when she was standing on the podium and giving a lecture seriously, her graceful body under the elegant and well-fitting professional suit was trying her best to clamp her thighs - her vagina and uterus were filled with sticky semen, which was surging out.

A stream of semen has broken through the coverage of her black hollow floral panties and slowly flowed down her thighs. There was so much semen that it caused her lower abdomen to swell slightly. The resulting feeling of pressure and the effort to tighten the vaginal walls gave her waves of pleasure. Continuous slight tremors started from her vagina and rushed to her brain and whole body.

My wife's face and skin became red and hot. Her plump breasts, which were not wearing a bra, still felt like they were being rubbed and sucked. Her erect nipples formed two obvious points on her outer clothes. Her voice became more and more charming, accompanied by slight gasps, but unfortunately the children below the podium did not understand her feelings. Only the increasing number of parents who came to pick up their children outside the window could see it clearly.

Unlike other classes where most of the parents were elderly and women, the parents who came to pick up their children in my wife's class were all middle-aged men. Even the male faculty and staff in the school showed extraordinary concern for this class. They knew clearly that my wife's current charm was due to their efforts at different times and places throughout the day, and they would continue to work hard - I had known for a long time that so much semen could not all be my contribution, although I was also very good.

(Chapter 2)

7:00

As the light in the bedroom gradually brightened, my wife slowly woke up from her sleep and was stretching her limbs lazily. The feeling of our "battle" last night was still lingering in her body. She couldn't help but turn her head and look at me who was still sleeping. A shy and happy smile appeared on my wife's beautiful face.

We are from the same hometown and are classmates in college. At that time, I was the youngest in the class, and my wife was one year older than me. I had never been in a relationship before, and no one would have thought that she, who was known as the "school beauty", would be pursued by a "young boy" like me.

Most of my competitors were intimidated by my wife's dignified and elegant temperament, which kept people at a distance. They never even had the courage to hold my wife's hand, and my wife had never even kissed me before. But I gradually occupied her heart with my foolhardy enthusiasm and the half-baked knowledge of female psychology gained from reading the "sex self-study materials" in middle school. I discovered that my wife actually has a gentle and submissive side. As long as you open her heart, she will devote herself wholeheartedly.

My wife was brought up in a very strict family and her sexual attitudes are very conservative. We started dating in our sophomore year and it wasn't until my birthday in the last semester of my senior year that she gave me her virginity, which she had treasured for more than 20 years, as a gift. At that moment, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world.

After graduation, my wife returned to her hometown and became a teacher in a county primary school. She liked this job. After working in a government agency for half a year, I couldn't resist quitting my job and started my own business. After a few years, I achieved some success. The main thing is that everything was on track and we had more free time, so it was natural for us to hold the wedding. We have been living together for five years now.

During the past five years, our sex life has been very fulfilling. I have strong energy and desire. I have sex with my wife almost every day, and I try to change the way every time. However, my wife's behavior during sex was as if it was her first night, still maintaining a virginal reserve and shyness.

She is so gentle and shy that it even makes people feel submissive. She accepts whatever I do. Her submissive attitude sometimes makes it hard for me to tell whether she is willing or enduring it, happy or in pain. But no matter what it is, I long for her to have this kind of suffering expression and moan. That expression and moan give me the pleasure of conquest every time and make me have a strong climax!

When my wife makes love, she is very sexy but not vulgar. No matter how much I arouse her sexual desire or how excited she is, she will never behave in a lewd manner. Only from her charming eyes, hot skin, twisting waist, hard-controlled breathing and rapidly secreted love fluids can I know that my wife is actually enjoying it.

My wife never makes any requests actively, but just reminds me gently with her watery eyes and rosy cheeks. She is always willing to accept it whenever I need it, as if making me happy is her duty in our sex life. But she also has her own principles, that is, I must wear a condom, because we don’t want children yet. Even if I am impatient, my wife will gently but persistently put it on for me. In addition, my wife does not like oral sex and anal sex. Although I strongly request her, she has reluctantly tried it once or twice, but has never succeeded. She thinks it is "dirty" and painful.

In addition, my wife is really an excellent sexual partner. The wonderful combination of dignity and sexiness in her makes me have irresistible desire every time I see her.

Just like last night, we did it from 10 o'clock to 12 o'clock, from the living room to the bedroom, leaving our traces everywhere. I changed at least seven or eight positions, from man on top to old man pushing the cart. My wife's breathing and moaning became more and more rapid, and the contractions of her vagina became more and more powerful.

When I held her in front of the big mirror and let her look at her flushed cheeks and sweaty skin, my wife snorted coquettishly, closed her eyes tightly, but her thighs clamped me tighter, and I could clearly feel the increased grip on the penis inserted in her vagina. I pushed it as deep as I could with all my strength and couldn't help but ejaculate.

Although there was a thin membrane between us, the hot current hitting her uterus still made her let out an uncontrollable cry. Love fluid gushed out from the vaginal wall, and we reached orgasm at the same time. My wife bit my shoulder in a trance, and we collapsed on the bed, unable to wipe off the sweat and love juice, and fell asleep in each other's arms...

My wife came back to her senses from her reverie, bent down, kissed the teeth marks on my shoulder with her plump, rosy lips, and smiled to herself. She gently lifted the quilt, and my morning erection revealed itself, with the condom from last night still wrapped around it, and the tip filled with white semen. A blush appeared on my wife's face. She bit her lips lightly, still holding the base of the penis with her left hand, and her white and slender right fingers gently and slowly rolled up the condom, for fear of waking me up. The condom reached the head and the full load of semen seemed about to overflow.

The wife held the penis with one hand and with the other hand pulled the toilet paper next to the pillow and wrapped it around the glans. She pulled it gently and turned her wrist, and caught a bag of semen without leaking a drop.

This is the "homework" that my wife has to do almost every morning. She is so familiar with it, but the stimulation of my sensitive parts still made my body twitch a few times. My wife smiled gently, shrugged her bare shoulders, and got out of bed with my bag of "descendants". Originally, I wanted to put on my underwear and go to the bathroom to check the love juice between my legs that had been dried and shiny by my body temperature. After hesitating for a while, my wife still tiptoed out of the bedroom naked.

As my wife's light footsteps disappeared outside the bedroom door, I suddenly opened my eyes. I woke up a long time ago. I wake up at this time every day because I know that my pure and dignified wife is about to start her happy sexual life for the day.

She tried her best to hide all of this from me and to maintain her image as a good wife in my eyes, because her heart was pure, her love for me had never changed, and her actions were all for my reputation and to maintain this marriage that she cherished. But what my wife doesn’t know is that all of this was deliberately created by me, and everything is controlled by me.